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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[marmoron]

[Jail's fun. Despite everything, Keith's never actually been in jail before, though to say it hasn't come close would be a blatant lie. If Shiro hadn't bailing him out of the juvenile detention center after stealing his car, he'd have been in that facility for a few days, after all.

Being locked up in the basement of the police station with nothing to do and nobody to talk to has been an odd look at the kind of alternate reality life could have been for Keith had Shiro simply done the easy thing and given up on him. For so many reasons, Keith knows he owes the guy his life, but the last couple of days really puts things into a cold, laser focused perspective. It'd be funny if it didn't also make him feel sick worrying about Shiro's fate out there frozen in deep space. The fates of all of the others.

Patience yields focus had always been Shiro's advice for him and in here, there's nothing to do but to be endlessly patient and endlessly focused. He's sitting on his uncomfortable bed with his eyes closed, still concentrating, when Nine's brought down to the adjacent cell. A wall is between them and Nine is obscured from view, but that doesn't mean they can't talk to each other and that's precisely what Keith does as soon as it's just them in the basement again.]

The hell's going on.

[linearcrash]

[ He honestly doesn't expect anyone to talk to him, but then he realizes that Mr. Armory has been locked up down here. ]

Yo.

[ He's actually thankful for the wall between them for the moment because he can let himself fall apart without Keith actually seeing it. Breathing in a deep breath as he sits down on the bed. ]

I'm getting executed tomorrow.

[marmoron]

You're -- what?

[He reacts faster to Nine's words than he can process them properly. In a flash, Keith is up on his feet, pacing loudly. That doesn't make sense, the hell did you do? The questions rise up like a swarm of angry wasps, but more than anything else he simply wishes he could reach over through that wall and force Nine to look him in the eye to have this conversation.]

That's not funny.

[It's automatic -- Nine's tone had no lightness to it, there's no reason to even think this is a joke, But maybe the reality is that Keith wants it to be.]