7rings | Week 0 Execution

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Sunday morning is a calm and quiet affair after the events of the trial before. All traces of evidence and damage has disappeared as of yesterday and Simulations continues to be occupied by the chosen culprit.

At about 1pm, however, everyone will receive a mass text once more.

If you wish to say your goodbyes, meet us in the conference room. Attendance will not be mandatory.

Unlike Saturday, participants will not be forced to enter the conference room. It seems as though you really do have a choice...unless you're BEAUREGARD and ENDORSI JAHAD who will find they cannot resist and will be compelled into walking forward.

As the pair of them enter the conference room, they will find themselves walking through a door hidden away in a corner. The moment they step through it, the door will seal and disappear. The previously dark window soon lights up, providing a clear view of them to all who remain in the room. The four Avatars from yesterday's trial are seated at their table, and the TV that hangs above them turns on as audio begins to filter into the room to provide a clear picture of what's happening inside the other room.

Prepare yourselves, everyone. This may not be easy to watch.

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[ oh, well. now they're just both on the ground.

she's bleeding from both her leg and her side, now, but it doesn't stop her from trying to kick endorsi in the face. sorry!! she drags herself across the bouncy floor, trying to get to the next section. the ceiling seems low... ]

[The kick absolutely connects, blood pooling out of her nose, and for a half second she just stares? Like she can't believe this would happen? Her perfect face?

Anyways, once it's clear she isn't going to succeed in pulling her down, she's getting to her feet quickly. The arms change back to plastic and slow down - it seems like they move in phases, and that gives her enough to time to race after Beau, arriving at the same area and dropping down so she can see what's there.

Under the ceiling is a layer of barbed wire, close enough to the ground that someone crawling on their stomach will just be able to avoid being cut by it. She doesn't waste much time before she's lowering herself to that level and starting to move forward - but before she does, she'll try to kick Beau backwards, aiming right for the injury on her thigh.]

[ hah. take that.

the kick to her thigh makes her snarl but she's not going to be deterred. unfortunately she's never seen barbed wire before, so she has no idea what to expect. the tangles of it rip through her back, and she has to take a second to get it out of her hair, before getting frustrated and just yanking it away. a chunk of her hair gets left behind as she scrambles after endorsi, trying to claw at whatever bit of endorsi she can reach.

there can't be much more. there can't be. she's going to make it, she's not that far behind, she knows she can beat endorsi on foot, if she can just get to the other side. ]

[She's trying to use the time she gains from Beau getting tangled in the wire to get ahead. Beau's fingers grip at her leg, but she moves to kick her again - this time, trying to force her shoulder or her back up towards the barbed wire as she does. It means the wire digs into her own leg, and she winces.

Once she's out of the wire, she's pulling herself to her feet as quickly as she can. This area looks open (too open, honestly - she's suspicious), but she starts to sprint as fast as she can towards the exit.]

[ she's been through worse. she's been through worse. a flash, long black hair and a greatsword, dragging towards her, sinking into her chest -- she's had worse, and this is not going to stop her. the last part is a sprint. beau knows she can move.

so she does. she pulls herself to her feet and lets out a furious roar of a sound before breaking into a dead sprint after endorsi. i won't let them lose you too.

she leaves a trail of blood behind her. it's slowing her down, but she's almost to endorsi, enough to grab for her dress or her hair or whatever the fuck she can reach. there's a flag in the distance, waiting for someone to grab it.

she promised she'd fight. ]

[She isn't looking behind her, so the first indication she gets that Beau is catching up is a tug on her dress. She looks back, and if Beau is that fast even while injured - she isn't sure she can beat her in a race. One thing she is fairly sure of, though, is that she can beat her in a fight.

So she shifts, aiming to strike with her elbow towards Beau's face, hard.]

[ beau - sees it coming. she only just barely brings a hand up to block, wincing as she takes the brunt of the damage to her forearm instead. a fight - that's fine. that's better. she can hear dairon in her head, breathe, calm down, you can do this.

she ducks down, instinctive, to try and knock endorsi's feet out from under her, but her thigh injury shrieks in pain and she nearly loses her balance, hissing. ]

Ah, I don't really want to hurt a pretty girl...

[But that doesn't mean she hesitates at all when she sees that moment of weakness, the pain that gives her an opening. The strike lands, but it isn't enough to knock her over. Seeing that she's off balance, she grabs at the fabric on the other woman's shoulders, trying to hold her in place so she can drive her knee into Beau's face.]

Fuck you --

[ beau starts, but. there's no way she can block, her arms aren't in the right place. endorsi rams her knee into beau's face, and it stuns her. doesn't knock her out, but she's dazed, dropping back to the floor. her hand comes up, weakly, trying to grab, but she misses.

the flag waves quietly in the distance. get up get up get up get up ]

[She looks down at Beau as she tries to grab feebly, eyes narrowing slightly before she bends down. She grabs the hand that Beau uses to reach for her to pull her towards her—]

Hey. Understand that I could have drawn this out longer.

[And strikes towards a spot she knows will knock her out, slamming a fist hard towards Beau.]

[ there's a split second where she knows she's going to lose.

whatever this is, she's going to lose, and she's not even going to get to see it happen for herself. she has a moment of real, fierce panic - she didn't say goodbye, she didn't say it well enough, is she going to die? can he see this happening? is he watching?

it's just a split second, though. she doesn't get to say anything. she's out, collapsing to the ground.

the flag waits. go grab your prize, endorsi.]

[She watches her for another moment, just to make sure she isn't going to get up unexpectedly. Only after a couple seconds tick by does she feel comfortable enough to turn her back on the other woman, walking towards the flag and picking it up once she's close enough without a glance back.]

[ endorsi takes the flag.

and even if she doesn't turn back the people outside, watching, can see the floor open up underneath beau. or, well. it melts, more than anything, it burns and cracks as lava crawls up through the floor of the bounce house, erupting violently up and covering beau in intense, awful heat.

it's enough to wake her up.

she screams. ]

[As Beau's body hits the lava below, it slowly begins to bubble as she sinks further and further. The heat leaves searing marks as burns scatter across her skin, mouth filling with the fiery liquid and nostrils becoming clogged. Try as she might, she will find she can't fight to pull herself free; not with the extent of injuries she has or the way the pain begins to immobilize her.

The top of her hair soon disappears and one last air bubble pops. Just like that, Beau is gone.

Then comes the strange suckling sound, the gurgle of liquid flowing down a drain nas the lava begins to disappear. The wheezing of a large gust of air follows as the bounce house begins to deflate. Endorsi will have to run, but as she makes it back to the wall she will find that the hidden door has returned to grant her entrance to the conference room with the other participants.

The conference room goes dark as the lights go out again, the white execution room flashing before going black as the conference room lights up once more. The door has disappeared, and the Avatars are no longer at their table.

The events of the day have finished.]

[Oh.

She hears the screaming and glances back, eyes widening as she watches Beau goes down. Yikes! Glad that's not her! Horrible. She runs into the conference room as the bouncy house deflates, taking a deep breath once she's inside. Hi.]

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