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WEEK 2 EXECUTION
POPULATION: 28
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.
It's time. You guys don't have to come if you don't want to, but.
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 TAMOTSU FUKUDA and OMI FUSHIMI 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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[He sighs.]
This setup is all wrong, though. It would be cooler if it were the interrogation room. You could be the police detective interrogating me about my crimes. We already have the one way glass, after all!
[(Fukuda voice) Like In Movies!]
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Externally:]
Ah, but it would be hard to attack each other from behind glass. They want us to kill each other.
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[In any case, after a long pause.]
I never wanted anyone to die, you know. I know no one believes me. But I think, maybe... it was a bit like when I had to count everything, before I got the hole in my head. I had to do it. Something in my head said I had to keep trying. Since they never died right away, every time I thought maybe they could be one of the ones that survived.
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[There's a lot to respond to here, but... he can feel the air growing colder. Is that their limit? No clock for these two. Just an environment that will kill them if they stall any longer.]
Is it colder...?
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... Aah. You were right, after all. I suppose that makes sense. It's on theme. If we do nothing, we'll both freeze to death, instead.
[So he gets up, still holding Omi's hand, and he'll use it to help Omi to his feet as well! Not that he needs to. But then he'll take a few steps back.]
I don't... I don't think I should really try to fight you though. Wouldn't you agree?
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[Unfortunately.
Omi also takes some steps back, hand on the syringe. It takes a moment to steal his resolve. This is it then?]
... You should fight.
[It'll feel so much worse if he doesn't. To take the life of somebody who wasn't even willing to struggle at all? That will way on him worse.]
Fight me.
[Bizarre to goad somebody into trying to fight to the death. Yet, even if it means potentially giving him his desires, it feels right.]
CW: NEEDLES, SUICIDE
I suppose it would feel worse to kill someone who's not resisting. You really have a strong heart, Omi. I'm glad you're my friend.
[A pause, as he adjusts his grip on the syringe. For a moment, he's completely still.]
But I'm sorry. I think I'd rather just not make you dirty your hands again, at all.
[And he reaches up to plunge the syringe into his own neck.]
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This isn't what he meant? This is the complete opposite of what he meant! Fukuda!
He's running forward, closing the gap between them in seconds, grabbing him by his shoulders. Whatever chemical in these things works so fast.
Is he really going to do this again?]
Fukuda-!
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Sorry, I guess I messed up, after all... Making you feel like that again.
[He reaches up to pat Omi's face, though his limbs seem unnaturally stiff, and when he exhales heavily, his breath comes out visible, freezing cold.]
I thought it would be a lot more cool to go out... on my own terms... and save you the trouble.
[He winces, like he's in pain, and his gaze seems distracted. But he's still fighting to smile.]
I just... hope... you-
[And he just, stops. Eye's hazing over as a delicate frost blooms on his exposed skin. He's stuck rigidly in place, completely frozen. Tamotsu Fukuda is dead.]
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The frost begins to bloom from Fukuda's neck, rapidly spreading as his skin freezes and cracks, veins freezing from the inside out as his body begins to completely shatter and fall away in pieces.
As the ice fragments of Fukuda's body heavily hit the floor, Omi will find a strong guest of wind that whips over his face, pushing him straight against the wall as the door to the conference room opens and pushes him back inside with the other participants.
Ice frosts over the observation window, and a moment later Fukuda is gone.
The conference room goes dark as the lights go out, 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.]
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There's nothing to worry over him about, right?
He's leaving.]
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