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[The woods appears to be screaming! Dark shapes lurk around the edges of it. Vast, ominous rustling disturbs the canopy.

Quiet Mounds has collectively gone into lock down which means that wherever you are, inside or outside, you are stuck there.

Hopefully you weren't in the elevator.]

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[pulls the finger off the pen to stare at the bleeding digit before looking to the ceiling, making a sound like he just remembered something]

Ah, right, Orga would be mad... but then again, better to ask forgiveness?

Anyway, the best place...

[fingers angling the bloody pen toward himself as he mulls this over]

Stop!

[ anyway that seems like real bad so she definitely is just going to throw herself at him, though mostly going for the pen. Not that. She’s particularly strong or heavy but listen he can’t just stab himself with a pen because he’s locked in an elevator ]

[i mean, he can is the point but she does knock him back against the wall of the elevator which has him hissing sharply, dropping the pen.

his bloody hand grabs at her to shove her roughly away from him]

Mind your business for once!

Edited 2018-03-29 23:14 (UTC)

[ good you deserve that though it isnt hard to shove her away either. she catches herself on the opposite elevator wall ]

I won't.

[lol things he deserves.

moving to go for the pen again.]

In any case, you should be thankful. When the EMTs arrive, they'll open the doors and then you'll be able to escape. It works out for the both of us, doesn't it? Interfering is completely unnecessary.

Absolutely not! Isn't this just a crass decision made without really thinking!? Is it supposed — are you trying to just make me be silent or is this just another bad attempt to hide something?

My, you're certainly full of yourself to think this has anything to do with you.

. . . it's not that. If it doesn't then it still doesn't make it right. If it's just that if you were alone in this elevator you'd hurt yourself then that means you're not fine. If you are fine but I'm so annoying that you want to hurt yourself that's something else too. If it's both then. . . the point is. . . I mean —

The point is there is no point.

[anyway, he has recovered the pen, so.]

Death isn't real here to begin with. So rather than "why?"--why not?

Because you come back after you die. . .? Or because . . . why isn't it real?

[sighs, as if disappointed and yet unsurprised.]

Of course you avoid the question. And here I thought I was the inconsiderate one.

Turn your back if you'd rather not watch. They're quick at their retrieval so it shouldn't take very long at all.

[anyway, TAKE TWO? TIME TO HAVE A GO AT THE NECK.]

Of course I will. No one can give anyone else real meaning, only possibilities. The reality of it has to be their own choosing. Why care, why not care, why let someone die or why save them. . . That's your choice but it's also mine to interfere.

[ um no time to try and bodyslam him again ]

[YOU'RE BEING A PAIN, NOW.

but also he just kind of bounces off the wall and falls over and...

honestly there's no point to getting up again.

let him? die? please? he's so tired of this bullshit, he just laughs in a definitely pathetic kind of way because of course he's just being half-hearted with this. he's half-hearted with literally everything, so it's no surprise he just gives up when some girl just body checks him. wow, pathetic.]

[ her entire existence is to be a pain ]

— sorry!

[liar.

anyway, he's just. staying here.

regretting so many poor decisions. or y'know. figure of speech. since regret is actually, in fact, still difficult.]

Edited 2018-03-30 01:23 (UTC)

[ sits next to him. ]

Please don't.

... you can't even give me a good reason not to.

[says it. into. the floor.]

Of course I can't?!

If neither of us can, then what's the point?

[like? for serious? what is even the problem here?]

No matter what answer I could give, would it be enough?

[ but she falls silent for a moment ]

Satisfaction with life can't be found that way.

... if I got satisfaction from it, then?

[let him?]

But will you? You said death isn't 'real' here and — I believe experiences are real, even if they become 'negated' or changed later. . . but if what you say holds true, then how is it satisfying?

[got him there.

being trapped is the worst, though.

and his all of him is sore.

and, frankly, he's just miserable.]

It's all right, if you don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry, I really am rude. . . is there anything you'd like instead. . .?

Ice pack...

[but that's impossible, so. here we are.]