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Who: SOME DUDE IN YELLOW (and his shouta ghost)
Where: The main room of Orion dorms (and, eventually, just outside, if you need an excuse)
When: Day 83, Morning.
What: Intro~

*The new blank has promptly confiscated the largest knife he can find, and his holding it with a fair amount of confidence for someone who has no memory of how to use it. It is not time to systematically check all the other rooms in the dorms. He pushes the doors open quietly, and seems quite prepared to stab anyone if necessary.

And, for those who can see such things, there is a small ghost child floating behind him*

Comments

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

It's not mine.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

That doesn't make any sense.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*nods in the direction he has kept looking before*

You can't see him.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

No. I can't hear whatever you're looking at either.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

He believes the body is his. He was in it when I awoke, but can't control it.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

[???]


[???]

Um . . .

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

....it must be beyond your understanding.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

Probably. I don't remember anything about . . . anything like that. Someone on another team might know something about it, but you can't trust many of them.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Your enemies?

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

. . . I don't know if they're enemies or not, but you can't rely on them.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Why would you rely on anyone?

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

. . . You have to in some games. Our lives can be at risk in them.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Teams kill each other?

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

Sometimes.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Then I was right to take the knife.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

You should be safe from the other teams outside of Games. You don't need to carry it around like that. And that one belongs to Chaz.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

You walk around unguarded? Is that what happened to your eye?

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

[presses her fingers to the edge of the cloth over her eye]

. . . No. That was—It was a Game.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Another team?

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

. . . I. I don't know. That one was . . . different. Everyone else could—could control us.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

. . .

*looks decidedly Not Thrilled with this idea*

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

—It's okay! That was because—um. There's one Judge, Surgeon, who . . . he punishes people who lose his games. Jim and Chaz tried to protect some teams by giving up in one of them. . . . That was our punishment for it. It won't happen again.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Kindness is punished.

[used_parts.insanejournal.com]

[nods]

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*nods, like this is no more than a notation to keep in mind =|b*

Is cruelty rewarded?