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15strangers2018-12-22 11:40 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2018-12-22 11:40 am
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(MOCK WEEK TRIAL)
[After some time has passed, guess who comes onto the intercom.]
All right, kids, wrap it up. We're gonna do our little "trial" now to figure out who killed the devil brat. Get your asses to the blinking dot on your map. You can go back and forth to the rest of the plane from there if you need to, but I expect to see everyone gathered there so you know where to vote and shit.
[What had been investigation point H blinks. Ah-ha. No wonder it was electrified. It's not anymore. When people arrive there, the door is unelectrified. Inside, it appears to be where all the jumpseats for the stewards are, seatbelts and all. There are, naturally, fifteen of them.
It's first come, first serve this time. Once everyone has gathered there, the Captain comes back on to the intercom.]
So! You wanna catch Satan girl's killer, right? But we don't got all fuckin' day to waste, so here's a narrowed-down list of options for you!! That's right - one of these fuckers is the one who dun it. See, I can be nice.
You're going to be picking from one of them... Well, unless you just wanna vote for Jonathan's suspicious-lookin' mug. No one would blame you, ahaha!
Anyway, I expect you to figure it out for yourselves, but I'll be watching.
[In other words, you could probably get him to answer your yelling this time. Not that he's sorry towards anyone who tried to talk to him during the investigation portion. Because of course not.
It's now 8 am.
((OOC: As ofr this, evidence can also be called up on the phones!))
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[He turns around to face Kei head-on and claps his hands on his shoulders like they're huddling before a sportsboygame, looking up into his eyes. Bitterly almost laughing because Kei is so much more the one who's young and stupid and innocent, but also so tall. Like the extra large uniform.]
All of us are getting hurt if we don't do something very fast! We need to stop him from using the lightning, does anyone have some kind of, uh, large metal obje—
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...!!!!!!!!!
[Hiyori wails helplessly. His eyes flutter. All energy drains from his legs, and his hands slip off Kei's shoulders, though at the same time desperately clinging for support, as he begins to collapse towards the floor.]
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[He catches him, lowering to the ground with Hiyori. His arms cling to the other's back as he does so.]
You— goddamn...
[He pulls away to assess the damage.]
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[From all the wailing he seems to be alive but even so much as forming words is way too much effort that adds to the pain coursing through his body. Keeping his eyes open, also too hard and he needs to stop trying. He's got short breath. However this seems to come from overall muscle relaxation, rather than something really irregular like a bullet in his lung. There is no burn wound per se on his back, there was not metal on his body.]
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[He's going to lean Hiyori up against the wall, now, because there seems to be someone else who also isn't doing so hot, right now...]
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[Well, that was out of the blue, but now he's resting! Good job! Somebody finally shut up Hiyori!]