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detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:32 pm
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:32 pm
[KAI-UN]
[You needed an escape.
For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?
You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.
And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]
DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.
[. . . you are not alone]
[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]
[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]
[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]
For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?
You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.
And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]
DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.
[. . . you are not alone]
[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]
[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]
[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]
decision uno
[ Given their circumstances, he likes the chances of that last one, and so Aventurine is approaching one of the dolls and reaching one hand into its broken face. Will he find anything? ]
[RESULTS 1/2] CW: SPIDERS (WORDS ONLY NO PICTURES)
[Eugh! Gross!!]
[There is no key in here]
[FAILURE]
[Around you, a few of those dangling strings whip to life. They curl around your nearest limb– a leg, an ankle, a wrist, an arm– and squeeze tightly enough to leave gashes in their wake. You can struggle to free yourself, but that may make the wound even worse. Be careful!]
[. . . something is still coming]
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He doesn't find a key, but instead, spiders! Alarm flashes across his features, but he isn't paralyzed in fear, instead quick to react, shaking them off as he jumps back. Goodness, that was unfortunate...
Before he can collect himself, the wires lash around his forearm, slicing into his skin. It takes all his willpower not to struggle further against that which binds him.
Shit. ]
Haha...ha. So, that's how the game is played, huh...?
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-it doesn't last long, though. Something slams into the window and wires curl around his upper arm, digging in deep as he pulls against them. ]
So much for relying on luck! I told you gods can't be trusted!
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We haven't lost yet, have we? Don't be so quick to spell our failure and blame the Mother Goddess, friend.
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[ He tugs on his wire again before giving up, ignoring the blood that seeps into his own track jacket. ]
Don't be a fool. Your puny goddess of luck has abandoned you.
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Not one for high-risk, high-reward investments, are you? It's alright if you're too much of a coward to take the chance yourself. That's why I'm here.
[ So their blood is on his hands. ]
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[ He tears his arm free from the wire, seemingly not caring still about the deep cuts. ]
If that's how it is, then I'll look next.
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Oh, feeling confident, now? It'll be you with our blood on your hands next, then. Go on! Be my guest, my friend.
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[ OFF HE GOES........ ]
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Fuck!
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[ Deflecting!! Pot, kettle. ]
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I expected you would be a bit sturdier.
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How many more hits like that can you take?
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Depends. A bunch? As long as I can stand I got no issues. Hurts like hell, but it's not bad.
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What she intends is to leap to his aid, avoiding the wires herself as they snap to life. She can picture it, it looks so cool in her head.
What happens is she trips over the edge of a broken desk in the process, nearly careening into him as she tries to keep her footing. Which of course gives another wayward string the opportunity to snatch her by an arm as well.
With a sidelong glance at him, cheeks a little red:]
I'm not gonna say it.
[Not about the luck (or lack thereof). Others already have that covered. And the embarrassment she's feeling right now is a good deterrent for sass.]
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Immediately, he's in a position of owing them. This is bad. ]
You still should. Don't worry, I can take it.
[ Still just. Slowly trying to pull his arm free, and hissing as the wire tightens. That shit hurted. ]
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She exhales a laugh, but it's more of a hiss at the pain throbbing in her arm.]
Tell you what, once we get out of here, I'll go all in on the teasing.