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Cloud Strife ([personal profile] residentmerc) wrote2024-06-09 09:20 pm
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WEEK 0: Monday

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-10 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fine time they're having here. Camille lets the gruel drip off the end of her spoon and plop back into the bowl. She looks across the refectory table to the only other soul in the building: a built blond boy with a model jawline and blond hair jutting out like tectonic aftermath, all sharp points and rigid shapes. He must pay a fortune on hair gel.]

I never used to mind oatmeal, but this is testing my limits.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-11 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[it really would :')]

I think it's to help break our spirits, probably. Or just practical economics. [She flips a lock of hair over her shoulder and puts her elbows on the table, mouth quirked in half a smile.] Give the prisoners the worst cuts and the leftovers. Pity — in some places sacrifices get primped and pampered before they're offed.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-11 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I know Death implied they were hoping to delay the whole mess. It could be they're looking for a way out too, but I'm not putting my faith in it.

What's your name?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-13 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[It is a stupid name, but she has a decent poker face. Her expression remains politely curious.]

'Fraid I am. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to hear you talk about rations, considering some of the stuff on your profile. [She smiles.] You've got quite a list of accomplishments to your name.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-14 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
You swam with dolphins. Most people need a deep vacation pocket or be under fifteen with a deadly illness to get that privilege.

Why were you in the military? Drafted? Needed money for college?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-15 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[post mess is fine everyone else is notice board.]

I'm good, I'm just... [Trails off, staring into the distance.] It really was a hand? You're positive?

[also she's sopping wet and leech-bitten everywhere.]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-15 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[I THOUGHT OUR EVIDENCE POOFED AWAY

Whatever Camille just full body flinches, looking away. She coughs to a point where she thinks she may throw up. Or has an urge to throw up that turns into a cough. Hard to say which at this point.]


Okay, okay put it away.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-15 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[WHY MUST WE STILL HOLD THIS HAND.

She takes a deep breath.]


It's fine. It's fine, I just didn't...fuck, it smells. I never realized how awful it would smell.

[Burnt flesh. Sure, she investigates a lot of crime stories, but that's as a reporter. Not the forensics unit.]

Are you all right?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-15 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Military. [She huffs under her breath.] I have to write about a lot of grisly murders. Doesn't mean I'm up in the crime scene messing with things.

[She has the theory, but not the practice. At least not a great deal of it.]

...You should hide it. Make sure it's somewhere secure. Whoever did this might try to fuck with it.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-15 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe. I'm not sure. But at the same time...

[She frowns, looking at something distant.]

I just get this feeling. It's off somehow. Even if it was part of their plan, something has to be off. Wouldn't a ritual killing go a lot more smoothly?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-15 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think it would. Not this kind of mess.

[She draws a shaky breath.]

Maybe this all went haywire for them. Could be why the sky's fucked up. God's mad.
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WEEK 1: Sunday

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-23 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Me shaking seeing your above starter HOW DID I LOSE THAT??? ZIA I'M SORRY]

She's just a kid. [Camille is at the pyre, bent in half with elbows on her knees, hands crooked into her scalp.] They sent her in there with a fucking shovel. And Erin...

[God. At least she had more faculties left to her than Boothill did.]

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