Was defeating the wolves worth it if everyone he loved was dead? Would he walk out of the dark confines of this room with his held head high, or with his scarf around his eyes, never to look upon the light again. The light meant negative afterimages of Alfred's lifeless fingers... just how tempting it was to run his fingers through the American's hair b-because there was still some warmth there... Alfred had always been warmer than him, even into death.
"This is the clue I received from my room..." he held the photo up, still seeing his boyfriend's fingerprints dusting over the dark ink. "...we just need the other two pieces..."
She was over at the camera when she first left her room, tilting her head in curiosity at it before a sickeningly sweet smile appeared on her lips. 'Are you laughing?' she mouthed, making sure that her pronunciation of words were clear and crisp. While there probably was microphones around the room, beside the camera presuming it was definitely real, she wanted this to be a private moment between herself and the sick fucks, especially Gilbert. Insults and challenges were spoken silently, guarantees that, even if they won...no...lived after this final vote, she wouldn't leave. How could she? How dare them even expect to walk out of here with her head remotely held high because she beat they're sick game. Connie was the only one allowed to die before her, the only one with a drinking and smoking habit heavier than her own. Peter and Arthur were both too young to of died already
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Editing my post from the 008 thread because it's still applicablesantorinitheraNovember 9 2010, 16:25:26 UTC
Again, Thera could be found perched delicately upon the arm of that chair. This time, instead of Yao, it was Remy who reclined in it with silent contemplation. The bruise on Thera's face was livid. Hues of red and purples that lined along her cheek and up the side of her eye, slightly swollen so that it lent a hint of asymmetry to her features
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"We need the other two pieces... we only have one piece of the puzzle... I can't make anything out of this... it could be... an amulet, a seal, a coat of arms... if we could just get the center piece, maybe we'll derive something... but the wolves might be hiding the clue. They could've destroyed it, which means that this clue could be decisive...
"If we're talking about former Soviet states... that leaves only you and me - and I know we're innocent - and..." his eyes flickered over to the blond leaning against the wall with his partner. "Poland. Poland was a former Soviet State, Feliks. Tell me, do either of you have clues you wish to share with us?"
Feliks couldn't be sure, but he was starting to wonder if this place was making him go a little insane, he was hearing a voice say his name. At first he thought it was probably just Hippie, but Hippie never really called him by name... He looked up then realizing he was actually being addressed.
"Huh? Why are you looking at me? I didn't find anything." he started with some edge to his voice, "Hippie might have, though... But, if you're going to be like that, all oh your people used to be Soviet and mine used to be Soviet we're all cool here, nu huh, I don't think I would share. It'd be ours anyway, right? And I wouldn't, like, give you anything even if you asked me real, real, nice. No matter how many sugar and cherries you put on top. What if you're just trying to use it against me? I'm sure you would..."
Hippie? Her eyes fell on Sindre, "Did you find something?" she asked slowly, loosening her grip on Ivan slightly as she looked between the pair, "You know there's not many of us left never mind actual suspects, like I said, it has to include someone from a former Soviet country, that leaves us two..three? One less pair anyway. We've shown our piece of the clue to all so why not you? If you're withholding it then all your going to do is let suspicions fall on you when it couldn't be warranted."
She paused, taking a slow shaky breath, "Please, if we get out we might be able to actually stop these bastards...somehow..."
"I haven't yet shown my clue," Sindre rejoined with a bit of bite in his voice, "because we just regrouped, and I haven't had a chance. You don't get bonus points for showing yours first."
Sliding a piece of paper out of his pocket, he stared at it a moment before looking out at the group. "And I didn't jump in because...I doubt how useful they actually are. I know how it sounds," he added hurriedly, with an apologetic glance to Feliks, "the one trying to convince people not to listen to the clues at the eleventh hour must be the wolf, right?
"It's not that I don't think they have value; I just think they're part of the game. They're designed to trip us up, have us look the wrong way, and, well, they've worked. These bastards in charge are playing us through these, and every step of the way we've played into their hands
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"That's not what I said," replied Sindre. "I meant other clues--other hints, rather--such as looking at the deaths."
He shook his head in frustration. "Maybe I don't have the right words. I'm not saying ignore the clues the people in charge gave us. I'm saying don't focus on them to the point of ignoring everything else. It seems like that's what we did before, and it clearly didn't work. I don't know if looking outside the specified clues will even work but," he shrugged, "at this point it can't hurt to try."
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Was defeating the wolves worth it if everyone he loved was dead? Would he walk out of the dark confines of this room with his held head high, or with his scarf around his eyes, never to look upon the light again. The light meant negative afterimages of Alfred's lifeless fingers... just how tempting it was to run his fingers through the American's hair b-because there was still some warmth there... Alfred had always been warmer than him, even into death.
"This is the clue I received from my room..." he held the photo up, still seeing his boyfriend's fingerprints dusting over the dark ink. "...we just need the other two pieces..."
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"If we're talking about former Soviet states... that leaves only you and me - and I know we're innocent - and..." his eyes flickered over to the blond leaning against the wall with his partner. "Poland. Poland was a former Soviet State, Feliks. Tell me, do either of you have clues you wish to share with us?"
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"Huh? Why are you looking at me? I didn't find anything." he started with some edge to his voice, "Hippie might have, though... But, if you're going to be like that, all oh your people used to be Soviet and mine used to be Soviet we're all cool here, nu huh, I don't think I would share. It'd be ours anyway, right? And I wouldn't, like, give you anything even if you asked me real, real, nice. No matter how many sugar and cherries you put on top. What if you're just trying to use it against me? I'm sure you would..."
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She paused, taking a slow shaky breath, "Please, if we get out we might be able to actually stop these bastards...somehow..."
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Sliding a piece of paper out of his pocket, he stared at it a moment before looking out at the group. "And I didn't jump in because...I doubt how useful they actually are. I know how it sounds," he added hurriedly, with an apologetic glance to Feliks, "the one trying to convince people not to listen to the clues at the eleventh hour must be the wolf, right?
"It's not that I don't think they have value; I just think they're part of the game. They're designed to trip us up, have us look the wrong way, and, well, they've worked. These bastards in charge are playing us through these, and every step of the way we've played into their hands ( ... )
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He shook his head in frustration. "Maybe I don't have the right words. I'm not saying ignore the clues the people in charge gave us. I'm saying don't focus on them to the point of ignoring everything else. It seems like that's what we did before, and it clearly didn't work. I don't know if looking outside the specified clues will even work but," he shrugged, "at this point it can't hurt to try."
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