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WEEK 5.
Tabitha Smith, Sigrun Eide, and Solf J Kimblee are all dead. Regardless of what you think of the trial or the events leading up to it, there's no denying that you can feel the dent in your numbers now. After all, ten people are gone now. It may be hard, but all you can do is keep going. 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... What with Jericho's excitement at the last trial, it's evident now more than ever that the new floor that's opened up to you is a gift, a reward for a job well-done. Because while surviving is something that you'll continue to try to do of your own merit...well. Let's say that he's so, so very proud of you. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23 |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week five of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!
If you'd like to get in contact with the Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Alena!]
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[Still, she'll take a seat near Elda and smile, almost sheepishly?]
I don't suppose you're asking because you have one?
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[ If she wants to hear her out. That said... yes, a story she'd rather forget, being in another one of these games. They should talk about that, shouldn't they?
... another one?
She smiles warmly, relaxing her shoulders for Sayaka. ]
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[...hmm. Well...]
How would you like to do this? I have...one bad story, and one good story to share--would you be willing to give me a bad and good story in exchange?
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cw: loose suicide implication?
[ she exhales, and she... adopts a somewhat somber expression. Sayaka's heard more or less all of the second half of this, just with a more flowery tone. And the first half was implied by the secret she showed her, though she's filling in the details. ]
Two hundred years ago, the church decided that they were done with my people. They had a lead to hunt down the major houses, and the humans gathered up their soldiers and their inquisition to purge Europe of vampires. Many, many died. My ... the whole Marker clan save for me was lost. But the one who whisked me off, and I hated him for it at the time, was James Edwards. I screamed, that my parents or brother might've escaped to the woods. But in the end, it was clear...
I was alone.
He took me to a boat, a boat where he and many others had gathered up all the vampires they could find in secret, and us survivors set out, going into the oceans and across the world. When I boarded the boat... He told me that I was never to see my homeland again. It's true - it's true that was the case. Never would I ever return to Europe's soil or see what was left of them all there.
For months, we were at sea. And eventually, we came to that land where we knew no one could possibly recognize us- a land called Japan. We vampires are solitary creatures to begin with, bound more to our families than anything else. When we landed, they all went their different ways, settling in other parts of the country. And once more...
I was alone.
[ She... ] Or so I thought. But once more, that roguish man, James Edwards, followed me. My loneliness, my despair, my hatred - all of it threatened to swallow me whole. Even now, I've relinquished little of the last. Even now, I can't help but find James naive for what he told me, about how meeting violence with violence would only make it never ending. About how he would prefer that we could befriend the humans, live alongside them. But I rejected him, over and over.
... I thought I had pushed him away, as I sat on a cliff, looking over at the end of the night. The sun would rise soon enough, and some part of me couldn't help but wonder what it would matter if I saw it for the first time since I was a little girl. I was alone. Without my family, without friends to call my own. Without anything.
But then, for a third time, that man came to me. He kissed my hair, and said he wanted to spend eternity with me. He pulled me close and said he wanted to be mine. He... he saved me, James. [ She... ] Loneliness is the most insidious of killers, but that man - he was true to his word. I had two hundred years of happiness alongside him. I had a beautiful son and three beautiful grandchildren. Those memories... they're the reason I'm still here.
[ She... ]
... He saved me from that loneliness. As long as I can see my family, as long as they're with me. I'll never want to see that sunrise, ever again.
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Okay, she isn't...entirely surprised, thankfully, but she listens, ever true to her title. This is like finally finding the middle of the book after all of these years of never knowing how point A and point C meet.
And well. Jesus. The story starts...horrid, certainly, the lowest of lows...but it's thanks to James that Elda is still with them today, that she didn't fall to all of those horrid emotions. Truly, she couldn't blame her--that sort of crushing loneliness, she can empathize with it easily. But knowing that it very nearly was her end, if seeing the sun would have...]
...I understand you. James-san...he saved your life.
[That's...she is finding herself a bit choked up none the less, having that piece that explains everything. She averts her gaze.]
I'm glad you'll never have a need to see it.
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Yes - that gentle, foolish man has saved me completely. I will always love him for it.
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I can understand that. But now I kind of feel bad that mine don't seam together as well as yours...
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[ So she can tell another story. ]
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[...Still, it's something she should admit to. It's been...eating at her, for a while.]
...The memories that I've been gaining, they...haven't been the nicest ones. You know that much already, but...well, I was really willing to do something horrid to try and get out of there.
You see...the rooms that we have in Hope's Peak are assigned to us much like they are here. But they have certain distinctions between the girls and the guys--not only what we find in our drawers, but the color of our sheets as well. It's...interesting, if nothing else, but.
I intended to use that, over there. I may have spoken to you about a boy I know...I don't know if I introduced him properly, but his name is Makoto Naegi. Naegi-kun was...well, putting it nicely, he was a very sweet boy who didn't deserve to be in this situation. Putting it in another way, he was...head over heels. You could just tell by looking at him.
When I got that motive, I kept thinking how I could get out...get back to the spotlight, before I lost everything. It...involved going to him and lying to him--asking to swap rooms with him, and setting up a meeting to meet in 'my' room. The other guy I was meeting...well, honestly, the less I remember of Kuwata-kun the better. He had a natural talent for baseball, and he just wanted to get into music because it was 'easy'... [Her look goes a little stormy at that.] ...He still respected me, though, so I thought he'd be an easy target.
I don't know what happened next, honestly...I fully suspect I'll know soon enough, but... [Sayaka shrugs a bit.] It's certainly a contrast to what I feel in this place...
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It's perhaps note the nicest part of her which thinks "good, she at least decided to kill before she was killed," even though she knows that means that...
The girl in front of her has had a future severed from her, only to have gotten it back.
She ... ]
That you can speak to it so frankly must me that a hope you've felt here is stronger than I'd expect, even if you are slipping up in what you call me from time to time.
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[...]
I think I can say that...remembering, everything that's happening here--the people who've died, and stuff...and just how a person looks, when they die...it's kept me from taking someone's life. I've never even done that for my career, and there I was, perfectly willing to.
You all give me so much hope, that someone like me...that I have a future, that life can and will change for the better if I see it through.
[Still...]
As for that, I...wanna apologize. I'm still kind of everywhere, there...but, I guess...
What do you want to be called, then?
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Her cheeks color, in spite of herself. And she, perhaps more delicately than she needs to, especially in response to an admission like that: ]
What would you wish to call me?
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[Sayaka's cheeks puff a bit in response to that, just...kind of honestly not sure how to answer? Like, there's a difference between what she'd wanna call Elda in public and when they speak alone, but...
She doesn't know, really, and she looks a little thrown despite the assertion.]
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[ She... she groans a little, leaning back in the chair. ]
To dig too much deeper into it probably drags as both too far through emotions which ... well, for me, I cannot fairly say they are sorted.
[ She ... You know what no, she brings her hands around and slaps both her cheeks. She narrows her eyes, exhales hard and- ]
... Call me what you will! For I declare now, you, Sayaka Maizono, are mine.
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[It's...nice to hear, still. Even if tomorrow is a possible gongshow to imagine, she's here right now. She's here, and that's what matters, and that's...fine by her.]
...I guess it feels at least slightly natural to...call you "Mom" sometimes, though. But I wonder if that's a little too forward?
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I. ... I cannot deny it is strange to me. You aren't my blood, aren't my species, the same age as my granddaughter. But if that is a sincere emotion from you then-
... I've offered you a home, the least I can do is accept a title.
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[...]
I...actually do have something I wanna tell you about, though.
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... Elda will simply need to teach her.
To give her hands something to do more than anything else, she folds her hands together, and she nods. ]
You did still owe me a pleasant story anyway. But... yes, please do.
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[Sayaka's cheeks start to color a bit, but her expression seems...blissful.]
...Alex and I...we've...I found out, that she likes me back...
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[ . . . . . . . ]
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[Was. Was she literally the only one who thought Alex couldn't like her back.]
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[HAVE THEY ACTUALLY BEEN FEELING THE SAME WAY FOR THAT GODDAMN LONG? WHAT THE FUCK.]
...I mean, thank you for that, but...I feel kind of silly, now, thinking she could never see me that way. But...yeah, we're...I guess officially calling ourselves girlfriends now.
[...She's giggly as hell, now? Like, the situation's playing out in her head again--Sayaka furiously writing down memories, Alex sitting across from her, the hugging, the kisses, it's...
She's practically beaming? Like, in a genuine way.]
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