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Week 2.
Two people are dead. Ken Kaneki has been murdered, Reaver has been executed - and perhaps most uncomfortably, the Conductor is proud of you all for adhering to due process. (As always, by which he means that there is a process, and you all are certainly doing it.) Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, once you've shaken that off, there are new things to be looked at; the previously closed-off area near the kitchen has been unlocked, and there's a new floor to be explored - consider it your reward for a job well done. |
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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!
The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]
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[ They reach the top of the stairs... ]
The infirmary is this way. Library's down past it, but there aren't any books in there that I recognize from back home. I've never heard of any of the authors...
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[But her heart's not in it. She just kind of shrugs.]
I was going to write to the Conductor again. [The letter she has with her.] ...But I don't know what to say to try and get answers. Or...anything. I need them. If I can find them for you too...that'd be nice.
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Worry about yourself for now, though. Figure out your own issues, get your shit settled. You should be your own top priority. Always.
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[ And when they finally get to the infirmary, she starts rummaging through cabinets; she's taken full inventory already, but she still doesn't quite know how everything's organized...after a bit, she grabs the ointment, along with some painkillers, in case she needs them. ]
Here. This should help for your skin. It might sting a bit. Push through it.
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When I... After the man in the mask knocked me out... I woke up tied to a board. I couldn't feel the floor. Trying to struggle just- didn't work. [She runs a hand over the rope-burns on one of her wrists.] It was dark but- I could see Josh was there, tied up next to me. He wouldn't wake up.
My... Chris. My best friend. I heard him calling for me, and- when he got closer lights turned on and...
[Her throat closes up for a moment.]
We were- there was a buzz-saw on s-some kind of track, pointed toward Josh or m-me, and Chris was...he was behind a grate, he couldn't get to us. This voice started talking to us and- it-
He had to choose who to save and- who would-
[Her hand curls tight around the ointment, her voice incredibly thick. It feels so damn hard to stand right now.]
Chris chose me. S-so the saw, it- and Josh was sc-screaming, and Chris told me n-not to look, but it- it still- I could hear him, screaming.
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[ It sounds like some kind of terrible shit straight out of a horror movie...Ashley is a real magnet for creeps, isn't she?
Honestly, she doesn't know where to start. Of course, Josh obviously got the worst end of the deal here. And she can't help but sympathize with Ashley, forced to be in that situation by some kind of fucking psychopath...
But if she had to choose who she feels worst for, it'd be for Chris, forced to choose who's life to save, who was more important. No matter which he chose, Ashley or Josh, Chris was going to lose.
Not to say that Ashley was a big winner here, either, but... ]
...I hope the Scheisskerl that put you all in that situation is burning in hell. ...You might not remember the rest, but at least you know that you made it out. So I hope you or Chris or whoever made that Schwein pay.
slight gore description warning ha...
I've known them both since I was ten, and Josh is- he was Josh's best friend since forever, and oh my GOD, I wanted him to get us both out but I was- I was so relieved I wasn't dead too.
[She finally looks at Asuka, wrecked with guilt.]
That's fucked up, isn't it? I- I saw his body, c-cut in half, and his blood was all over me and even though I was screaming and- it was Josh, I just- he's dead, that psycho made Chris kill him.
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[ Asuka shakes her head. The world is full of sick fucks. ]
It's not fucked up to be glad that you're alive. Survivor's guilt. That's what you're feeling right now, isn't it?
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[A choked laugh.] God, what the hell.
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[ Asuka's no good at this whole consoling thing at all. But she'll put a hand on the shoulder on her good side, if nothing else. ]
Fate has it out for you. ...Make sure you tell it to go fuck itself, one way or another.
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She hugs her, quick and sudden.]
Thank you. Really. Thank you.
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[ Asuka can't remember the last time someone actually wrapped their arms around her. It has to have been years. And she definitely can't remember the last time she's hugged someone back. Ever since she's been like this, ever since she started hurting, feeling angry, feeling apathetic down to her core...
She hasn't felt someone embrace her in a long time. And normally, she would be quick to dismiss someone trying to wrap their arms around her. Hell, she'd probably throw them over her goddamn shoulder, for thinking they have the right to so much as lay a finger on her. But the fact that this is all happening so fast, that she had almost forgotten what it feels like to have someone so much as fucking hug her, that Ashley's been through so much shit...
Asuka doesn't push her away. She stands there, rigid like a stone wall, just letting Ashley hold her for now, despite the fact that holding Asuka close like this is obviously injuring herself...
It reminds Asuka of something she read about, something she studied in university. The Hedgehog's Dilemma, they called it. Porcupines want to get close to each other to share heat during the winter. But getting close means being hurt by the sharp spines on their back. So they keep their distance, staying only so close that they get just enough heat to get by...of course, though, they don't get pricked by the spines.
Ashley feels physical pain right now. Asuka feels needles.
She mumbles, under her breath, almost as if she's saying it to herself, to a voice inside her head... ]
Verpiss dich.
[ "It's not like you."
"Not like me?"
"Being happy...doesn't suit you."
"The happy me...is scary. So I'll go back to the usual me."
She thought she was done caring. ]
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The tingling stabs on her skin don't matter; in her last memory before waking up, Chris held her close as they staggered out into the cold together, away from Josh's bisected body. When she woke this morning, that little comfort was so horribly ripped away. Not again. Even if Asuka won't hug her back. Even if it's strange and awkward.]
...
[But, she should let go, eventually. Unwrap herself, despite the voice in her head pleading to stay there, just a few seconds longer. She hopes- maybe, some of this is helping Asuka as it is her; Ashley's not the only one who's had a horrible, mind-soaking memory emerge, after all. With that one last little prayer, Ashley pulls back. She'd squeeze Asuka's shoulder, if her hands weren't full of supplies to take care of her foolishly self-inflicted wounds.]
...Thank you.
[Just once more, for good measure, soft as can be. This is supposed to be a trust exercise, isn't it? That's what the Conductor's rules say. Despite the virtual Hell she's been through, it's nice to have found someone that fits that -- trust.]
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[ Asuka is still just a bit floored. She needs to collect herself, to think, to breathe, to be alone. This place is fucking with her, of that fact she is completely and utterly convinced; she didn't quite realize it was to this magnitude. Ashley lets go of her, and it still takes Asuka a few moments to shake her head, to come out of her trance... ]
Sorry. I'm...not much of a hug person.
[ She gives Ashley a shrug, not quite looking her in the eye, not certain where to go from here or what to say...and she hates every second of it. Every second where she isn't in control of her situation, where she doesn't have a complete understanding of what's going on and how she should deal with it...
She can feel the puncture wounds. See the barbs pointed inward, closing in on her by the second. Forming bonds with others...that's what it is, to her. ]
You understand.
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I do. It's okay.
[And what now? It's late... Past curfew by now, probably.]
I should, probably, get this stuff on, right? So...
[Should they part ways now? ...Ashley thinks maybe she can handle that.]
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I'm gonna head to the library. See if there isn't anything in there that's useful. Right now I'm finding a whole lot of nothing, but...
[ She shakes her head and lets her hair tousle over her shoulders. She's not sleeping anytime soon. ]
I'll let you know if something turns up. You just take care of yourself for now.
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...If you need me, you know where to find me.