Ryouka Niwa | Niwatori (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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cartesianism2018-10-20 06:32 pm
pecker) wrote in cartesianism2018-10-20 06:32 pm
AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY
[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]
Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?
[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.
Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]
Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?
[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.
Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]
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[And he stops again. Cause wow this is hard.]
I don't think you'll appreciate it cause you still got caught. But at least you weren't a fucking moron about it like Nine.
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That doesn't make any difference, either.
[Maybe it does, though, because it makes her shift, arms starting to uncross before she just pulls them tighter around herself again. She has spent so much time since that first trial telling herself she was different than that condemned man whose story sounded too much like hers; she was smarter, stronger, better, she wouldn't waste her second chance, and the envelope reminded her of that awful failure and she told herself she would do it right.
And Wayne acknowledges that difference. And she's in here anyway.
She closes her eyes, lets out one slow breath, and when she opens her eyes again, her vacant expression has focused again, on some point on the floor.]
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[He sighs and shuffles again. Then pushes himself up.]
You want anything? I don't think I can get a lot here. But I know some places talk about last meals and shit.