WEEK 2 - TRIAL

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TRIAL

The morning seemed so far away yesterday - yet, it also seems too soon when morning comes and you are all yet again ushered to the third floor by The Lady. The Captain is there, in all of his....glory? It's hard to tell.

The doors close, and he speaks up, this time reclining on one of the couches in the room.

"You know the drill - Since one of you have died during the game, it's your responsibility to try and vote someone out. You have six hours to talk about it, but then-"

He taps on a box on the coffee table in front of him, labeled 'VOTES'.

"-you'll have to put in your vote so someone can be punished. You all saw what happens when you refuse to play, right?"

He leans back, placing his hands behind his head.

"So get to it."

As he says that, music begins to play in the room...


VICTIM: YOSHI NANASE

27 GUESTS REMAIN.

Comments

[escardos]

[ and flat will let himself get pulled in, but grabbing atsushi's other arm with his own. this is all in order to grab onto atsushi with a tight grip, and kick him back as far as possible. ] Haha! You see?! The monster is you. You're just like us, Nakajima Atsushi!

[moonlightbeast]

[Ow those words are rude.

Also Atsushi gets kicked to the other side of the room and smacks into a wall.

Give him a moment, he's not as tough as he was before and his head is spinning.]

[escardos]

[ flat laughs, not waiting a moment to grab atsushi by the throat and slam him again against the wall. the smell of blood is enticing, and he even reaches to lick some that he smells from the tiger boy's neck. ]

So you'll kill Flat Escardos-- then what? It won't kill me. I'll still be here! None of you can stop me or any of the others.

[moonlightbeast]

[Atsushi would like to fight back, to rip Flat to pieces, but he...stops?

And actually, he seems to be gasping and clawing desperately at his neck (with human fingers, actually, as he seems to be changing back to human). Mostly because Flat is putting pressure on a collar that is around his neck, normally hidden by his clothes.

And blood is dripping out of the bottom of said collar, from wherever Flat's hand is putting pressure.]