This is it. One more try. One more chance to stop the madness. Hours have gone by, and for every hour, he can feel the people's sanity slowly dropping like mercury on ice as they prepare for the calm before the storm. Loto didn't keep the clue to himself, and so shouldn't he. However, it lead the lad to his death. Following common sense why it happened, this scared Yao so much that he physically trembled and supported himself against the wall next to the door to his room.
If Yao didn't do it now, when will he be able to do so? Eyeing the others who seem to be in a contemplative state of their own, The Chinese man cleared his throat and spoke:
"Before we make...rash decisions, I found something in the clue floor. Does anyone know who this head belongs to?" Yao pulled the black-and-white picture out of his pocket and showed it to everyone, making sure the photo obscured his view of the people.
Where he had practically sentenced two innocent boys to their deaths.
Zhi had to pause to gather himself before entering the room after his brother, who was evidently in a bad state himself. Without a word he went to stand next to him, shoulders touching gently as he tried to offer some sort of physical comfort and support. He was almost as, if not equally or even more, terrified as Yao was, having realised that Loto had been killed after revealing the clue. The boy had found the clue, and then he had died. Now, his brother had found the clue. The idea of seeing the closest person in the world to him on that television--
But that was practically what he had done to his partner. Condemn Toris' cousin to a horrible, long death, for all present to see on that accursed screen his body in its last moments, when he had done nothing- nothing; nothing at all- to deserve it. And now, there was the chance-- it had always been there-- that ever-increasing chance that the next time the screen flickered on,
( ... )
Lucy hadn't spoken since the insident with room 28, she had silently walked downhill and sat down by the wall near her room, not quite wanting to go in and get locked in but not wanting to be near the murderer as well. Her eyes were red and she felt pale, making herself physically sick over the whole event.
She had barely looked up, but it was long enough for a single word to leave her lips, instant recognization there.
"S-Stalin...."
Dear lord, please... She couldn't watch one of her friends die again. She closed her hand over her mouth, hazel eyes flicking over to the Russian.
Sadiq actually recognized the photo the minute Yao pulled it from his pocket. It was Stalin, of course, but the story behind it's destruction stuck all too clearly in his mind; Hungary's October Revolution. The man swallowed thickly, keeping his mouth zipped lest he bring unwanted attention to him and his partner. However, as the clue might point at Elizaveta in some small way, not at all did it insinuate no Turkey, and for that he could keep some sort of footing on the situation. Besides, there were several other nationalities the clue pointed to. And what about the last one; Peter and the Wolf? Or whatever-the-fuck it was
( ... )
Feliks spoke up, but it was low not his usual chipper tone that tried to distract himself from everything, he was actually letting the situation hit him, because there was no distraction now that this horror was brought up in front of him. How could he get blame for a situation his people were innocent in?
He looked as if he was living some horrible nightmares through his head. Too many of his grandparents' stories replaying over and over and those looks his parents always got. Even so young he'd known he was watching people that wouldn't let someone take their life away from them. There was no way any of these people were going to try and do that to him as well.
"Poland was in destruction then..." he mumbled, shifting his feet and not wanting to look at anyone, "trying to get back on its feet and its people were struggling just as harder to get it that way. But, that was difficult, there was always someone there trying to change us still... even after the war, trying to get usHe could feel everything coming to place with
( ... )
"Н-не смотри на меня!" Though only one person would understand what he meant. 'Don't look at me', but saying such a thing in a language all but two didn't speak only brought the eyes down upon him again, like a rainstorm that had him positively drenched. He was almost certain that his heart had stopped beating the moment the clue was revealed. It had given up, hidden, burrowed deeper between permanently deflated lungs. He was near Rory, as always, fingers clutching the "gift" - his only sense of comfort and normalcy - she'd snagged for him the previous day. Rory, Rory, Rory... they'd actually slept in the same bed the night before. Being so starved of his big sister for months replaced the image of blond locks and blue eyes with fiery red hair and emerald eyes.
Английский. Angliyskiy. English. "St-Stalin was not just Russia's leader! He had influence all over Eastern Europe! Польша и Венгрия!"
This was a joke. Oh, it had to be a joke. It couldn't possibly be happening. Elizaveta clutched her own hands, breathing in deeply. It wasn't her. How could it... how could they even think it was her? The wolves' prey the night before had been Otto! Of all the people here, she wouldn't kill any of them, but especially not Otto. Why would they... She had to do something
( ... )
"Beside, where's the clue pointing to me?" Rory added, gesturing at herself. It had been getting frustrating how anything seemed to be linked back to Ivan somehow. The guy had to be one of the most visibly shaken by what was happening, tearing at her inside as she was beginning to feel that she needed to care for him more than Peter and Remy. Syestra, she had heard him murmur that more and more often around her and it really didn't help in anything except leaving her confused.
"Both in a pair have to be the wolf." She said, grasping at Ivan's arm. "Every clue so far points at several possibilities...I'm sure we could even connect you," She pointed at Yao at this point, "if we really wanted or had enough time to but that still wouldn't give us a pair of wolves." Fuck! Where was she trying to go with this? Would anyone even listen to her? A frustrated sigh escaped Rory's lips as she leant against Ivan, trying desperately to make the right choice in her head before going into that booth.
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If Yao didn't do it now, when will he be able to do so? Eyeing the others who seem to be in a contemplative state of their own, The Chinese man cleared his throat and spoke:
"Before we make...rash decisions, I found something in the clue floor. Does anyone know who this head belongs to?" Yao pulled the black-and-white picture out of his pocket and showed it to everyone, making sure the photo obscured his view of the people.
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Where he had practically sentenced two innocent boys to their deaths.
Zhi had to pause to gather himself before entering the room after his brother, who was evidently in a bad state himself. Without a word he went to stand next to him, shoulders touching gently as he tried to offer some sort of physical comfort and support. He was almost as, if not equally or even more, terrified as Yao was, having realised that Loto had been killed after revealing the clue. The boy had found the clue, and then he had died. Now, his brother had found the clue. The idea of seeing the closest person in the world to him on that television--
But that was practically what he had done to his partner. Condemn Toris' cousin to a horrible, long death, for all present to see on that accursed screen his body in its last moments, when he had done nothing- nothing; nothing at all- to deserve it. And now, there was the chance-- it had always been there-- that ever-increasing chance that the next time the screen flickered on, ( ... )
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She had barely looked up, but it was long enough for a single word to leave her lips, instant recognization there.
"S-Stalin...."
Dear lord, please... She couldn't watch one of her friends die again. She closed her hand over her mouth, hazel eyes flicking over to the Russian.
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Feliks spoke up, but it was low not his usual chipper tone that tried to distract himself from everything, he was actually letting the situation hit him, because there was no distraction now that this horror was brought up in front of him. How could he get blame for a situation his people were innocent in?
He looked as if he was living some horrible nightmares through his head. Too many of his grandparents' stories replaying over and over and those looks his parents always got. Even so young he'd known he was watching people that wouldn't let someone take their life away from them. There was no way any of these people were going to try and do that to him as well.
"Poland was in destruction then..." he mumbled, shifting his feet and not wanting to look at anyone, "trying to get back on its feet and its people were struggling just as harder to get it that way. But, that was difficult, there was always someone there trying to change us still... even after the war, trying to get usHe could feel everything coming to place with ( ... )
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Английский. Angliyskiy. English. "St-Stalin was not just Russia's leader! He had influence all over Eastern Europe! Польша и Венгрия!"
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"Both in a pair have to be the wolf." She said, grasping at Ivan's arm. "Every clue so far points at several possibilities...I'm sure we could even connect you," She pointed at Yao at this point, "if we really wanted or had enough time to but that still wouldn't give us a pair of wolves." Fuck! Where was she trying to go with this? Would anyone even listen to her? A frustrated sigh escaped Rory's lips as she leant against Ivan, trying desperately to make the right choice in her head before going into that booth.
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