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]

Comments

[doublelammy]

[Holy shit, Clarisse, why are you like this, Millium is not at all in a state in which she can afford to let her life flash before her eyes again.

Which makes it a good thing that she doesn't even notice the bow, or even Clarisse until she says something.]

Maybe you better watch it, yourself. Keep doin' that around town, n' you're gonna wind up in jail, too.

Or worse.

[snideper]

The worst would be getting taken out because I went and let my guard down. [She scoffs.] Don't pretend like it matters to you.

[doublelammy]

[Millium half-glares down from her perch, not managing the energy to do much more.

It's not like Clarisse doesn't have a point. Her name wasn't an option, but if it had been, Millium wouldn't have had any qualms with offering her up as well as Dabi.

Still.]

Just 'cause I don't care doesn't mean I like running into dead bodies.

I'm not you.

[snideper]

[Another scoff, unimpressed.]

Whether or not you like it, you're gonna have to get used to it, because they're gonna keep turning up. If anything, it's just gonna get worse from here on out.

[YOU KNOW LIKE HOW YOU TALK TO A GRIEVING CHILD]

[doublelammy]

[Thanks, Clarisse, you're the best!]

Hmph. Probably, but forgive me for tryn'a make you not one of 'em, I guess.

[snideper]

You don't care if I turn up dead. Don't waste your breath faking concern.

[doublelammy]

Do you care if any of us turn up dead?

[A genuine question.]

Seems a li'l hypocritcal to get all upset at me when you're the same way.

[snideper]

Of course I don't. I'd say I've made that pretty clear.

I don't like that you're getting in my way, but don't mistake it for concern.

[doublelammy]

How'm I getting in your way?

You and I both know you could pluck me right outta this tree if you really wanted to.

[snideper]

Sure could. Would be a real pain to deal with the aftermath, though, so I don't appreciate being startled.

[doublelammy]

[A flat stare.]

I wasn't tryin' to startle you. I didn't even know you were down there.

Sorry my butt was uncomfy, I guess.