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peppermintbark) wrote2022-08-10 10:55 am
peppermintbark) wrote2022-08-10 10:55 am
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Kouji Seki Cause of death: accident (plane crash) Anchor: devil contract Akira Fujioka Cause of death: accident (blood loss) Anchor: fear of death Maya Arisu Cause of death: murder (stabbing) Anchor: hiro's safety Chiaki Kudo Cause of death: accident (gunshot) Anchor: love of life Hikaru Goto Cause of death: suicide (jumping) Anchor: reunion with friends Seiya Kaneko Cause of death: murder (beheading) Anchor: divine retribution Keigo Arata Cause of death: suicide (stabbing) Anchor: reunion with family "Kazuki" Cause of death: accident (burning) Anchor: repentance | Rokuro Arata Cause of death: accident (blood loss) Anchor: father's acknowledgement Narumi Ito Cause of death: suicide (overdose) Anchor: fear of life Hiro Arisu Cause of death: murder (suffocation) Anchor: maya's happiness Nao Sato Cause of death: accident (drowning) Anchor: fear of death "Rei Bao" Cause of death: accident (head wound) Anchor: fear of death Haruka Fukuda Cause of death: accident (starvation) Anchor: reunion with brother Mizuki Arata Cause of death: natural causes (illness) Anchor: repentance Akari Kuroki Cause of death: suicide (overdose) Anchor: repentance |
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It was a better memory when he was the one holding the rock, instead of the one whose vision blurs, tears, pieces itself back together all wrong with the ground at his head and sky at his feet. There's a brief struggle between "of course this is how I die this round" and "who would mug a pseudo high-school(?) drop out, joke's on them" before the realization cuts in that he no longer gets any second chances— but too late.
Things go black. An indeterminate amount of time later, things take on color again, dull and muted, somewhat staticky, as if watching a recording on somebody else's life on an old CRT TV. His hands fumble and reach towards his pocket first thing; they'd better not have taken his worm. ]
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the world is dark, the room has a hint of heavy dampness to it, and the floor bumps up every time as though the ground is constantly moving. it's wet, the floor, and there's the faint smell of blood that appears to be condensed next to him— how unfortunate.
...yes, he still has his little worm in his pocket. his legs are tied with brown rope, and his mouth covered with silver tape that keeps his trap SHUT. his wrists are bound too, but nothing too close together, it's as though they wanted to give him a bit of freedom to his pockets and nothing else.
... )
Oh... You're awake?
( there's also someone in the same predicament as him, tied up by his legs, and his arms tightly clamped together behind his back. he's missing the silver tape, but he does happen to have a lot of blood coming from one side of his shoulder. )
It was getting lonely, so they must have kidnapped you too! ...Your life sucks, but if they kill us fast enough, you won't have to endure such a cruel world.
( hi. komaeda's here. he's like 17 years old and doesn't know who the fuck rokuro is, but reincarnation be like that! :] )
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He squints at the boy across from him, seeking and failing to find the recognition in those eyes. Disappointment quickly gives way to resignation, and since his captors had the foresight to tape his mouth shut, he turns his attention to escape instead, preferring to die on his own accord rather than wait and let death come.
With practiced movements, he works to dislocate his thumbs to free his hands from the bindings, to rub the edge of the tape against one shoulder in an attempt to lift it, puffing his cheeks and working his tongue to loosen it from inside. All while giving Komaeda a deadeyed stare because 1) you're wrong, 2) shut up ]
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( he's quite the morbid individual when it comes to situations like this, and even bleeding from his shoulder has somewhat made him accept death. if only it was a guaranteed death, this is only mocking him because he has never truly been able to obtain it.
perhaps he's being too pessimistic, so he'll offer a warm smile instead as he leans back against the wall. how did his tape come off, well, he was lucky! )
You shouldn't use up too much energy, the poison will run quicker...
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His feet may be bound together but at least he's not completely immobile, able to scooch around on his butt and swing his legs to kick Komaeda lightly on the side, as if to let him know what he thinks about his advice. ]
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Ahaha... yeah, okay.
( to what? not really an answer, but he'll stare at him before leaning over close, and however much effort he's put into trying to get his tape off will be rewarded with komaeda biting the edge in an attempt to pull off.
it's going to hurt because well, yeah, it was nicely smacked on there and tugging normally sucks. whatever!!!! )
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-—what'd you do?
[ are the first audible words grumbled out of his mouth, less accusatory than he wants them to be because it's not as if it's Komaeda's fault his life is hell and he makes everything hell around him.
After a beat, because the moment to say thanks had passed and he'd feel awkward about it anyways, he gestures with his shoulder for Komaeda to turn around instead. ]
I'll get your hands, then you get mine.
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( that's his only answer for the question, one that so many people tend to ask when it really does boil down to being his fault. people without hope are killed quicker when they're around him, and he was surprised that the other wad alive in all honesty. )
You don't have to get anything.
( which is to say he doesn't really want to work with him. also his shoulder is bleeding from methods he doesn't want to talk about nor bring attention to. he's done what he could by removing the tape. )
It's best to assess the situation first. Going in reckless will only lead to death, eliminate your enemies all in one sitting, not one by one...
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Yeah? Well, when your enemy's the world and you're apparently poisoned, better assess and get control of yourself at the same time. Nothing good's going to happen sitting on your ass.
[ Something he's really bad at doing and really keen on not having to do, turning his back to place his bound hands in front of Komaeda's face because fine, Rokuro doesn't have to get anything, but that's not true for Komaeda if he gets any say in this.
"Eliminate your enemies all in one sitting" is all well and good, but if this truck is about to go hurtling off the side of a cliff, he would like use of his legs, thanks. ]
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( that's why he's not too big about moving, or even helping rokuro with his problem. he doesn't want to help him when he doesn't see any need because nothing about this makes komaeda's while. he just sits there staring at the other's hands confused on what he should be doing.
komaeda would know death and be thrilled if it was going off the side of a cliff, given the fact he's not anywhere excited should be able to prove that. )
What are you going to do if I help you? ...I see nothing good coming from this.
( which is even worse because it's komaeda, and he doesn't work well with this dramatic idea of a boy who has nothing. )
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There is nobody who would pay my ransom.
[ This isn't for ransom. Even as a hostage, the only man powerful enough to warrant such a thing wouldn't care enough to look his way. No, this is happening because this is just how the world is, and so, he will act in brashness and in anger and carve what path he can on fraying puppet strings. ]
What is it that you want?
[ There's not much Rokuro can offer, the both of them know this. But he is stubborn and tenacious and, good or bad, he makes things happen. ]
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Then they'll sell you to someone else.
( there's money always involved with humans, and selling away someone that has no attachment is their best bet in not getting caught. that's probably why they took komaeda too, because there's no one to pay his either.
...
he doesn't want to think about that as he stares at the other. )
I want to see what happens.
( which means they should sit back and enjoy the show, if there's poison in their veins, it might be to slow them down. there's too many denominators on what could be coming to them, and he doesn't want to speed up the process. helping rokuro would mean someone would come and check on them, it always happens, but if they stay like this. )
I'll help you get out at the end of this, okay?
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[ hello? hello?? Just one look at Rokuro would tell anybody he'd make for a terrible slave, and the only other reason to be sold that he can think of is for the organ market, with most of his organs being kind of important for staying alive.
God.
He leans back and eyes the walls, taking in the dimensions, the height of the ceiling, trying to guess at how thick they must be, still wanting to be the one who decides how things will end, prematurely if so be it. ]
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( he's came to accept that better than others, better than rokuro beside him. his company is somewhat odd, a bit abrasive, but it compliments how laid back komaeda is. )
There's been a few kidnappings recently, picking up a set of two every so often... there must be something they want to do.
( hence why he's curious, but he's a little disappointed that his partner happens to be... some guy.
an idea comes to mind, almost as a joke. )
Maybe it's a killing game!
( the roof isn't that high, but from the size of the room he'll understand that they are in a truck. there's no glass to be seen to see whose driving, so its a trailer attached to a truck. the length could hold about 106 bales of straw.
there's a door on the opposite end, but smart people know that won't open. )
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You're more than halfway there, then. [ a jut of the chin towards Komaeda's bleeding shoulder ]
I'd be able to knock you out with my bare hands, no need for that. So, was it just you and me?
[ Or is this a killing game and Komaeda won the last round and this is round two, he would entertain any idea at this point, though he's mostly just making idle conversation until he's able to chew his way to freedom. ]
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( he was guessing about that, he doesn't know what's going to happen at the end of this. truth be told, he frowns at not knowing anything about this. what hope could come from a place with all the pieces on the chessboard hidden.
how do they play. )
You should stop doing that, it's bad for your teeth...
( it's thick rope that he will not be biting, but what's going to bite him is the centipede that's trying to get through. don't worry, it's not a bad one, but move out the way freak it's trying to crawl into the blood nearby. )
They might do worse to us if we manage to escape...
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is this what Komaeda meant by poison? Rarely are centipede bites harmful to humans, Rokuro reminds himself, though he still gives it a wide berth as he watches it scuttle towards the blood. He squints around in the darkness for other hidden vermin he may have overlooked. ]
What's worse than death... [ he mutters, half to himself, knowing death is often the least of his worries. Like being stuck in the same room as Nagito Komaeda for any longer than necessary. ]
Your shoulder, then. How'd you do it?
[ "why'd you do it?" as if he'd waste his breath asking that, no matter how much the curiosity burns. More important: what weapon did you use, do you still have it, give it to me, give give give ]
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hidden vermin? the sound of a rat shifting to one side and other, hay barrels falling over to crush a few cockroaches. honestly, this might have held a few dead bodies over the years and they forgot to clean the most recent. )
A knife...? I told them I'd kill myself, but I missed my neck when they tackled me down.
( a knife that could cut the ropes... and he's already scooting away from him.
stay away freak. )
I haven't checked my pockets, but I doubt they'll let me keep a weapon.
( but he is the lucky student..... )
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Stay still...
[ He WILL tackle Komaeda to the ground if he doesn't, don't test him. If there's a knife, he's going to take it, unable to fathom the idea of anybody waking up in the middle of who knows where and not immediately shoving their hands in their pockets. He would have, if it were him; probably would have cut his hand open on the knife if there were one in there, but at least he'd know, instead of sitting back and letting fate do all the work in driving his life. ]
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You're going to get us both caught!
( why can't he just wait until they get to the mansion or wherever that we're going! hell, it'd be more preferable when komaeda's already bleeding! look at him, exhausted, pale, dying, and looking at rokkun like he's some sort of animal... who is this freak, and why can't he just be patient! maybe he'll just get the knife and stab him, that's almost something he would beg for at this rate so he stops scooting while staring at the other; resigned to his fate. )