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Teary eyes existed as dull remnants of the lives she, amongst all the others, was left to leave behind in the wake of coming to this place against their will.
Words were exchanged with
howard slayte, shakily hushed by the hope to emerge from the final chrysalis; they led her to exist in a somber demeanor as if she were to grieve. In the end, seeing one whom she had screamed into the cosmos for was enough to
twist the blade in her heart, save the bleeding- and her wildest dreamscapes were tainted with the black that there could only be more who would etch all the same.[break][break]
"If that's them all," her voice trailed out in response to
jack wainwright's counting and observation, softly, hidden by the mask that cloaked the cascade,
".. a caesar salad.. could be it, soon, Pamplemousse.." Talking in code was an unfamiliarity, at least, other than the abbreviations and allusions that existed within the use of social media. Only, she could not recall if what happened to the royal named caesar was fictitious or truly existed in the long-forgotten past of the world that existed on the outside of their rotted confines.[break][break]
And her hands had already been stained far too crimson for her liking, scrubbed clean, but left
raw. She could not tell if the toxic chain or her instincts of survival screamed louder, encouraging bloodlust as a means to preserve more- like mental warfare.[break][break]
Jumping at the loud cry that escaped the lips of the accursed monkey, the trauma of the final encounter she had with her father and the blade that once rested within his palms led her to shakily back up to recluse further. She lingered between the center of the room and the cell she and
Pamplemousse shared- and of course, her efforts to satisfy were not enough. How ever could they be, when the onlookers and the chain breathers sought to toy and play with all the others as if they were omnipotent beings?[break][break]
But hearing that she may have been subject to punishment for 'misconduct' cut her paranoid heart sharper, twisting the blade deeper. Perhaps it was a syllable that should have been left unspoken.. but it was not
her. It was all the others she sought to avoid placing faces to; they now had been deprived of existing in her mind without characteristics, they had been tugged upward by the toxic noose. They had been thieves of the materials, the very materials that she had considered pocketing for a better chance, too. But how did their eyes wander that far, able to see so much?[break][break]
"Oh no.. oh no," her eyes widened in shock,
".. An.." She cut herself off with a forcible gulp.[break][break]
The voice matched the vibrant hair- it was
Andrea Vaneau up there, and yet, all she could do was watch. Her hand twitched as she reached forward into empty air, wishing, wanting to do something.. but to defy them would deprive her of the life she wished to attain. The world she wished to attain, that where daisies glistened in tandem with the
love that filled the air.[break][break]
Mulching the filled pokeballs with the swings of the hammers twisted the blade, too. Empathy was something that she considered to be a deity of its own; she hoped they would not deprive her of it like they wished to do with all the rest. To get to the place where the companions of many were stored.. that would be the place to stab those that acted like kings. But did that mean.. that the beloved
blossoms of her own, her own
blooms, were being stored there, too?[break][break]
That, alongside the explicit games that the warden wished to play, made the blade that stung in her heart exist no longer. But hearing that some of those who donned twin masks of her own were so quick to forsake the nameless, faceless ones said to exist in other chambers made it feel as if her
soul had flung out her body and back in time and time again. It brought upon a catalyst for
vitriol- her cheeks reddened behind the mask, decorated by teeth that had been born like a Liepard's.[break][break]
"If you vote forsake.. you are a fucking serpent..!"Her eyes led her to those that she believed to bear
snake's teeth-
Sylvia Cousteau,
Alba Evovae. They were all the more deserving of her bitter vitriol- they were willing to indulge in selfishness, but her mind went to what would occur if an upper hand would ever be granted. Would they expect to hide behind their masks in the eyes of those they wished to condemn for their freedom, or those who were made to witness the soul-sap of their peers? Would the toxic chain take their selfishness and
emulsify it like it did their deepest desires back in the swamps?[break][break]
"You would deprive us all of purgatory," she sniffled, speaking from the chest to project the discordance that existed in the inside,
".. all to experience heaven.. while the mirrored hearts of ours would experience hell..?"[break][break]
She feared her spout would catch the eyes of the toxic chain, too; it was unafraid to take her wish to don a crown of veneration and bring her to attempt the slaughter of the one she loved. Yet, it all boiled out like a fairy kettle heated far hotter than it could handle.[break][break]
"You make me sick. Anyone who does not vote to TRUST should not be given the grace of being trusted in the heart," she shook, wavering back and forth within a psychedelic pace of pain,
".. or the grace of being trusted in the world after the chrysalis has slit..! Play your little death game.. but I will remember."[break][break]
Eyes bouncing around the room at rapid fire, hands grasping both sides of her skull as she grappled with the shock of some's selfishness, she sought to know who already had
toxicity running through their veins prior to their arrival. Those whose eyes wandered all the same as those who bore their teeth at those she loved back when the toxic chain had first emerged.[break][break]
"I vote TRUST for those I love," she spoke to the warden as her eyes wandered some more, meeting those that she ultimately trusted within the chamber,
".. and those I could." [attr="class","oocnotes"]
jack wainwright (cc:
howard slayte Andrea Vaneau Sylvia Cousteau Alba Evovae @ whole ahh dummy ward)[break][break]
♡
DUMMY WARD ♡[break]
♡ listens to
jack wainwright's observation, tries to sneakily say/imply that with there only being five guards everyone could maybe pull a julius ceasar and get to stabbing with an organized effort. ♡[break]
♡ kinda a yikes tho bc she doesn't wanna kill again.. ♡[break]
♡ jumps at munki concluding work and backs up from circle. but damn, she lost even tho she tried so hard? she sad LOOL. ♡[break]
♡ scared for a sec she's gonna get punishment.. but nope she lucky! ♡[break]
♡ but watching it hurts regardless. and she notices andrea. ♡[break]
♡ but then the vote.. out of body experience atp. ♡[break]
♡ vitriol takes over when two vote to forsake. ♡[break]
♡ screams at them/the ward a lil. ♡[break]
♡ looks out to spot the other snakes in the building. ♡[break]
♡
VOTES TRUST ♡[break]