WEEK TWO: EXECUTION

[cluedin]

WEEK TWO: EXECUTION

Some of you may have slept well knowing you did the right thing. Other of you may have tossed and turned, struggling with feelings of guilt and unease. Regardless of which group you fit into, it doesn't change the fact that on Sunday morning all guests will find themselves compelled to head to the front door. When all have gathered, the door will swing open and allow the group to witness a scene on the front lawn.

Hunter has been set out in his metal cage, isolated from the rest of the group. It isn't long before Peach, Plum and Pumpkin appear from another part of the yard. They don't have their wheeled box this week, and as they stop in front of the cage, the trio begins to speak.

"We gather here today to possibly say goodbye to our dear friend, Hunter.

Hunter was a normal boy
Whose way of thinking brought great joy
He never quite felt like he belonged
Yet he's the one who keeps being strong
He became a creature without much thought
Who sought out a friend and took his shot
And despite the vote he may still not die
If only because Hunter knows how to survive."

Three pairs of eyes turn and lock on a face in the crowd.

"45, it's time."

It seems as though 45 doesn't have a choice. The moment the girls summon the chosen party, they will find themselves walking forward against their best judgment. All other guests will be unable to step past the threshold, but nothing's stopping them from leaving either.

Comments

[counterclocked]

[Haha.

As soon as he's feeling more human and he's ushered inside the house... He looks up at the crowd gathered here, expression plainly filled with guilt. He looks like he's either going to start crying or be sick, maybe both, but before either can happen:]

Sorry. I'm sorry—

[Something in his voice cracks. He's attempting to move past the group without another thought, not looking anybody in the eyes as he rubs at his face hurriedly.]

[survivaltricks]

[Akira watches the struggle calmly, albeit with every muscle in his body tightly wound, hands clenched at his sides, stomach broiling with anxiety. and when 45 stabs the needle into Hunter's flesh, the mysterious blue liquid disappearing as it's injected, for a moment he forgets how to breathe]

[and then]

[and then. . .]

[. . . and then Hunter writhes and squirms, and the color returns to his face, and he stands up and walks back to the mansion with 45, and Akira feels his entire body just. . . slump]

[so anyway the moment Hunter makes it back to the mansion Akira is literally going to bolt towards Hunter and slam into him in a fierce hug, hello friend. NO ESCAPE FOR YOU]

[counterclocked]

[He freezes as soon as Akira makes contact. He wasn't really prepared for this kind of reaction, and his expression tightens, even though he doesn't reciprocate.]

Don't... You don't have to...

[It's unclear how he means to end that plea, but it's there, weakly said.]

[survivaltricks]

Don't.

[don't argue, just shut up, just-- just let him be relieved. even when Hunter doesn't reciprocate, Akira's grip on him tightens, possessive and protective]

It wasn't your fault.

[voidbreaker]

[ Ash is just gonna go to leave, but he does purposely go close enough to Hunter to give a solid couple of pats on the back as he goes. ]

You're fine, Hunter.

[counterclocked]

[He flinches from the contact, honestly, as well meaning as it is. He does hesitate, like he wants to say something else, but - nah. He's out. Sorry Ash!!]

[miscakes]

[...

akechi will just step aside to let him nyoom past the group.

bye, hunter.]