The Birdie Mods (
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Entry tags:
- [#0005] shingo "ankh" izumi,
- [#0006] hina izumi,
- [#1442] nonon jakuzure,
- [#2273] katsuya "joey" jounouchi,
- [#2318] abigail "fetch" walker,
- [#3625] aya drevis,
- [#4125] yui kiriyama,
- [#5050] ryu terui,
- [#6799] philip,
- [#7881] rei hazama,
- [#7966] shotaro hidari,
- [#8567] john "the doctor" smith,
- [#9498] eiji hino,
- event,
- npc: the doctor,
- ☠ [#6969] sora takigawa
Punishment Game!
Shortly after the Warden's announcement, the guards enter G-Block to escort the Carnival Corpse losers to the punishment area. As usual they are rough and impatient, so anyone dumb enough to fight back will get a little pre-game roughing up.
When the screens around the prison come on, each Deadman is already strapped into a chair with the roulette wheel looming behind them in it's grotesque glory. It seems that the only member of staff present is the Doctor, who waves to the audience with her lips ever so slightly turned up into a ghost of a smile. She was silent as the off-screen announcer shared the details of the game, but those in the room could likely sense her anticipation.
"You all know why you're here, don't you?" The Doctor turns once the announcer is finished. "Then let's begin."
(ooc: When you reply, please specify what you want done to your character. You're more than welcome to pick a punishment" from the list, or RNG it for a bit of fun. You may also allow the mods to choose a punishment. If that's the case, please mark rather you want our choice to be fatal or non-fatal. You can contact us if any of our choices are out of your realm of comfort.)
When the screens around the prison come on, each Deadman is already strapped into a chair with the roulette wheel looming behind them in it's grotesque glory. It seems that the only member of staff present is the Doctor, who waves to the audience with her lips ever so slightly turned up into a ghost of a smile. She was silent as the off-screen announcer shared the details of the game, but those in the room could likely sense her anticipation.
"You all know why you're here, don't you?" The Doctor turns once the announcer is finished. "Then let's begin."
(ooc: When you reply, please specify what you want done to your character. You're more than welcome to pick a punishment" from the list, or RNG it for a bit of fun. You may also allow the mods to choose a punishment. If that's the case, please mark rather you want our choice to be fatal or non-fatal. You can contact us if any of our choices are out of your realm of comfort.)
Spectating!
During any of them
His partner. The kid the Boss had left him to protect. He couldn't do anything to save him from something like this. But maybe, with that anesthetic, he'd be okay.
But no, there was no anesthetic. This screaming was going to haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life. Not just Philip's, but all the other Deadmen. Even the ones he didn't know well. None of them deserved this. No matter what they did or didn't do.
He pulled his knees up against his chest. His stump and the ghost of the foot that had been there ached, both from the strain of the three days of fighting and the memory of being in that chair himself.
And he cried. At first it was fairly obvious, sniffly, blubbering, but eventually he quieted down. As Terui died, he snatched the fedora off his head and flipped it onto the table nearby. He had no business wearing it right now. This was all his fault. He should at least be up there with them. He should have taken Joey's place. He was just a kid.
If he'd known this was the cost of winning he would never have agreed to Terui's plan.
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The worst part is there was nothing to say, nothing he could do to make it all stop. So he did the only thing he could do, and that was pull Shotaro into a hug.
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"I know you feel like this is all on you but it isn't. It really isn't. You didn't make things the way they are. For now we just..." Just what? He wasn't quite sure, but he kept talking anyway. That was the way he coped.
"We have to do what we can, is what. The weight of the world isn't on your shoulders alone. We'll change this place eventually, but until then we'll have to carry the burden together."
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During Ankh's game
She tried to turn off the television in the lounge when she went in for her shift, but to no avail. She had no choice but to work through Aya's punishment, ducking into the kitchen to cry for a few minutes.
But then, while she was delivering a drink to Shotaro, it was Shingo's turn. She froze up, dropping the drink onto the floor.
Re: During Ankh's game
Even in this kind of situation, he still couldn't shut his detective's brain up.
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"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'll get you another one," she babbled, kneeling to pick up the glass she'd dropped.
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"Your partner's going to be up there soon, isn't he..." She's not sure why she says that.
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((during philip))
Oh no.
She was not expecting this.
As much as she loved the idea of torture and pain, this wasn't one she wanted to lay witness to. At all.
Her first thoughts were to do something to make him feel better, but how? She was broke now, he had to loan her money...
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She couldn't bear to watch it -- the pain of others was too much to take. At least, that would be her excuse if anybody dared to ask. Her head was lowered, but she wouldn't mind actually talking to others.
At the very least, she could try. ]
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He grins over at Rei and holds out the bag he's snacking from. ] Popcorn?
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[ Rei immediately snapped back to reality at the sound of Sora's voice, her violet eyes glancing up slightly from her wheelchair as he held out the bag. ]
... Are you sure? You bought those for yourself, after all.
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[ Her hands tightened around the pants of the jumpsuit nervously, her nails digging deeply into the cloth of the outfit. ]
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It's not.
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