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graveyard part 4
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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We had this rule in the pack. Well, we had a lot of rules in the pack but we had this one rule. The rule was, you couldn't tell anyone you were a hunter, and when push came to shove you had to tell them something else, prey or scavenger. So if you actually ever heard "I'm a hunter" from somebody who wasn't on the witness stand with no remaining hope, they were being phony with you, which I find pretty funny.
There was this one guy in the pack even crazier than me, who I think was the only one besides Critter who could see all this stuff as a game. And so he said he wouldn't tell his role because that screwed up the game.
That guy was Edward Nigma, and based on what we found out about how the Protector picked out Mr. H and Robin, I think how he and his whole family died here before the week was up isn't a coincidence.
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Well yes it's okay when she does it but nobody else can!!!
Maturely, she then goes to kick him in the shin. Capricious today aren't we Akane. ]
I'm still mad, but...it makes sense. I guess.
[ A heavy sigh before she decides to shelve the subject for now; it's not exactly like either of them are going anywhere, so she can pester him later. ]
Who's Allie?
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He seems at first relieved that she's going to change the subject, but the new subject isn't exactly something that makes him feel cheery either.]
One of my siblings. He... had cancer.
[Past tense.]
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[ She sighs. ] I had a brother. He's still alive somewhere, but I hope he doesn't come looking for me.
[ She's silent for awhile, before deciding this is too awkward to properly continue with someone she's not sure if she's still mad at. ]
Do you know why you died the way you did? It seems strange even for Critter.
I should reference the original passage for this but it's almost 2am............... no energy...
[YEAH LET'S DROP THE SIBLINGS. Making a quick conversational cut he lapses.]
You know, when it first started happening, I didn't get it either. But then I figured out it was rye. And then I remembered... this sort of dream I had before I came here. It was about what I'd want to be if I had to get a job, enter the workforce and all that, be a productive adult citizen... that all doesn't appeal very much to me. I heard someone say once, though, "catcher in the rye", and I thought to myself, hey, that doesn't sound so bad, and I'd imagine - like, this rye field near a cliff or something. There'd be all these kids playing there in the rye, but there was this chance they'd fall off the cliff, and that's why I was there, so they wouldn't fall: I'd catch them. So I'd be the catcher in the rye.
[He shrugs.] It was kind of weird but it stuck with me. Especially here thinking about how really I couldn't protect the other kids at all. I don't know how Critter knew about that but there you go.
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How ironic!
[ It sure is thank you for noticing Akane. ] I kind of wanted to do something like that -- it's why I came to Prayer's Pass! Critter promised me a way to protect the world and stop something bad from happening. Only instead of just looking out for children, I was willing to do anything to succeed at my plan to protect the future.
[ Including a lot of things I'm not proud of, she wants to say, but doesn't. She hasn't had much time to really reflect on it all since coming to Prayer's Pass -- what participating in this game says about her, no choice or no; what she was doing with her life and abilities outside. It's nice to mull over. ]
Even with all the murders under your belt, your idea sounds better.
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ironicalityirony.]I wish I could say it was why I came here. But I'd actually been... [Kicked out of.] Having a hard time in school lately, you know? And my parents thought it'd be best if I took it easy somewhere for a while during winter break. To get away from it all. [CHUCKLE.] Now that is ironical.
[...he remembers, though not in much detail, her references to participating in the nonary game. He's still not sure what to make of that. To be honest it sounds like she didn't have the same degree of justification the hunters' rules give them... but maybe she was bound to secrecy on those too. And considering the hunters are going to lose maybe those rules didn't really justify their actions after all. What is justice, anyway?]
You sound like you had more practical ways of going about your idea in mind, though. I mean, where the hell would I find that kind of field of rye. [BESIDES... TURNING INTO ONE... god that felt pretty awful...]