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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 15:22:38 GMT -5
nO NOT THIS AGAIN GET OUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT G E T O U T
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Post by ハッピーエンド on Feb 16, 2015 15:24:49 GMT -5
nO NOT THIS AGAIN GET OUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT G E T O U T //hugs
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Post by Joshua on Feb 16, 2015 15:28:44 GMT -5
Yay plane crash! Also it'd be somewhat hilarious if the island happened to be Jabberwock Island.
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Post by M on Feb 16, 2015 15:59:28 GMT -5
n ice
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Sophmore
I'm kinda gonna miss this place for no reason...
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Post by SHSL Mule on Feb 16, 2015 16:05:11 GMT -5
I'M CRYING OVER HERE
FEELS
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE
FUCK YOU QPK Yep that about sums it up.
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Sophmore
I'm kinda gonna miss this place for no reason...
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Post by SHSL Mule on Feb 16, 2015 16:06:57 GMT -5
FUCKING DAMMIT I JUST SPAT OUT HOT CHOCOLATE ALL OVER MY DRAWING TABLET
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Post by ハッピーエンド on Feb 16, 2015 16:13:15 GMT -5
shit kill me
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 16:15:10 GMT -5
wOW wow ok uummm ahhhh thats rlly cute ee
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Post by draco on Feb 16, 2015 16:51:10 GMT -5
[ tw blood and guts and graphic descriptions of gore I guess? also streams of consciousness ]
Tori Mio was going to die.
The words hit them like bullets. Nothing around them could actually be happening. She couldn't be the next one to die. It just... wasn't happening, right? The veterinary student had a theory of their own, that- anything- she just couldn't be dying. To kill someone, to willingly set all this up-
Everything was foggy, and Paris wouldn't have been able to remember half of what she said come tomorrow morning. Their attention was solely focused on the one person who deserved it, the sweet pilot who had just been sentenced to death, trying to understand some truth larger than them. She was some child born into a world of grey areas to them, of swallow pins and criticism, of planes and metal wings, someone that must've had it worse than them, and although her flight was coming to an end, they refused to believe Tori would stay grounded forever. All they knew was that when she had called their name, they had been left standing with every ounce of courage they could carry in their soul. Maintaining some level of composure, trying their hardest not to shake or to let the quiver in their throat bleed into their voice. 'Tori... chin up, little lion-heart... It's going to be alright, okay?' No it wasn't, and like hell did they know it. They knew that in a matter of minutes she'd be gone, torn away, and they'd be one less angel in the world and they'd be left just as afraid and lonely as they always were. These were words filled with false hope that neither of them could cling to anymore. The world wasn't as pretty as they'd been brought up to believe, and it didn't seem like they'd ever be able to truly understand the small scared form that was the pilot.
But did that change anything between them? In ten years, they wouldn't look back on how dumb they'd been in the kitchen that night, what they could've said what they should've said, or the aching terror in her eyes right now, but on how her laugh trailed off into a giggle when she talked about planes and flying and her friends. How she thought she rambled off, curls of red hair framing her freckles spinning like galaxies and every star was perfect. The sound of her feigning indignant hurt, eyes glinting over trivial jokes no one had ever cared enough to remember.
But they'd also always be haunted by this. Whatever was about to come next. No amount of happy memories or tender moments could erase the feeling of having someone you loved ripped from you. Did she deserve to die? No, of course she didn't. Paris could only scarcely comprehend that she was to blame for her own crimes, but at this point? She was no guiltier than the rest of them. Who could blame her, truly? They could make up a million excuses to plead their case for saving her life, but none of them would be any use. 'I...' Tori Mio had pretty much been thrown into their life, sure by coincidence, but she had stayed. Through all the trials, she had stayed after people were lost and chalked up as casualty reports, nameless and blank in nature. She was a special kind of person, a dove among scabby scavenging crows, a beam of sunshine in this isolated hellhole, an angel who had truly earned her wings. And she was one of those things they wanted to hold onto for the rest of their life, no matter how short is seemed to be becoming. You- you're still one of the best friends I could've asked for.
Even though they don't voice it, and it took every ounce of their strength, they managed a tiny smile for her sake. They wished they could've hugged her, her small frame shaking with her terrified quiet cries, they wished they were selfish enough to pull her off the tall kid's side and just hug her. Just once. It took every last shred of courage not to break down to their knees, curl their fingers into her hair and beg her, howl at her not to leave them all like this.
And then she was gone. And then she fell into hell.
( I voted for her, I aided this. I fucking chose to let her die. )
The thought seemed to echo around their skull like it was hollow, the electric buzz that had sparked the moment they woke up on a pool-chair, the buzz that had followed them so closely since the anxiety of Juliet's execution just seemed to overcharge and combust, rising in a cacophony with their blood pounding; leaving a radio wave of chilling reality to steel their senses. They stopped shaking, hand resting on the surface of the podium, acutely aware of the sweat on their hands mixing with the broken scabs on their hands, the comforting sting of the pain, the smell of smoke and singed hair they swore they could still smell even now. Her name was Tori Mio, and she was going to die. Whatever doubt they had in their mind about anything happening in that moment fell into complete shock as they remained paralysed, infantile staring, they couldn't look away. The window of a plane. A worried smile, wet cheeks, birds guiding her to her end- blood, mess, blood, she's scared now, oh god they just wanted to scream, scream so the floor shook and scream so that Tori wouldn't die alone and that she'd know she was loved and the plane's going down- the chilling moment of hope. then came the punchline. and they gave a small sigh.
( but that's her hand!! that's her blood! those are her bones breaking skull fracturing worse lungs punctured flesh ground to a pulp and oh god it was worse than anything they would ever see pictured in any movie, tv show, or any photo because they knew that little girl who loved birds! they knew her, they knew her from her neat shoes to her pretty little suit to her smart cap to her smile oh god she wasn't coming back because she's a mess she was gone. ) the silence in the mind is deafening. They're still haggardly breathing through the crook of their arm, whole face buried in the pale material. The choking weight that seems to crumple their own innards into the same mess as- but now is the time to leave, so they leave. She was gone. The silence swallows them up and they are gone too, though in a very different direction.
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Post by SHSL: why haven't i died yet on Feb 16, 2015 19:12:11 GMT -5
brilliant <3 My favorite execution by far!
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Post by Misoka Magica on Feb 16, 2015 22:08:55 GMT -5
(This was the worst one by far. What is wrong with you people.)
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Post by Koxio on Feb 16, 2015 23:14:24 GMT -5
I come back from vacation,,,,,,, and t h I s,,,,,,,tHIS is what im greeted with
you need to chill out wwith the executions,,,,,jeSUs fucking Christ,,,
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Post by SHSL: Burned To Death on Feb 16, 2015 23:16:24 GMT -5
I come back from vacation,,,,,,, and t h I s,,,,,,,tHIS is what im greeted with you need to chill out wwith the executions,,,,,jeSUs fucking Christ,,, Happy valentines day! <3 And welcome back!
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Post by tomokomustprotecteveryone on Feb 17, 2015 4:38:47 GMT -5
(This was the worst one by far. What is wrong with you people.) Hmmm... I'd still think Juliet’s is worse XD
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Post by dioshi on Feb 17, 2015 6:33:00 GMT -5
kano shoeya after all of this is over i am going to personally stab you between the second and third rib bones with a skewer knife exactly at a 35 degree angle from point of blade at 75 n/p and rotate it anti-clockwise and pull the knife out at high velocity do you hear me
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