Week 2 - after trial

[relieable]

[everyone is probably more than a little stunned over what has been going on. while it is true that the Sergeant told them all this would happen, it's different to have to witness it with one's own eyes. while Nine is led away, and the townspeople leave the court, it is up to the visitors to decide how to move forward. do they talk among themselves? do they reflect on the events that took place alone? one thing that is certain is that the Sergeant got his way this week. will he continue to force them to keep picking each other off in the weeks that come? only time will tell.

this isn't really an after party. it's too sad, but perhaps many people will take comfort in the fact that they are not alone. either mingle at the motel, or somewhere else in town, or even visit Nine in his cell. it's up to you as to how you will spend the rest of this afternoon]

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[snideper]

There's even less point in doing it for real—even less now than there was before you were headed off to the slaughter.

[linearcrash]

Hey, I've always lived my life knowing I can die any moment, yo. Knowing the actual time doesn't change anything. I am going to still think you're kind of amazing.

[ Did she ask for compliments? ]

[snideper]

[Something twists in her expression, angry and not even flustered but startled and that only makes her more angry. She speaks too fast, clenches her hands into fists.]

You're an idiot. You had a second chance and you threw it away because of useless sentimentality, and now you're wasting more of it on someone who only ever treated you like dirt.

[linearcrash]

[ Oh Clarisse, if only you knew how many chances this actually makes. He's still grinning as he moves closer to the front bars. ]

I can't say I regret it. I mean, I do feel bad for killing that guy. [ Moloch was nice and he still remembers it. He still remembers him. ]

It's been fun.

[snideper]

[Nine moves closer to the bars and Clarisse takes an unsteady step back, all instinct—her expression falters, too, and for a moment, she almost looks scared.

She reels it in, steps back into place, but can't keep the startled confusion from her scowl.]

I— [A harsh ugh kind of exhale as she stabilizes herself. All these familiar things, dying and killing and siblings who aren't quite that, and Clarisse tries to sound condescending when she snarls,] Fun? I don't understand you at all.