Why don't you claim then? I understand not claiming during the beginning of the game, but now that we're pretty far into it, why not tell us - even if it means via pm?
Why don't you claim then? I understand not claiming during the beginning of the game, but now that we're pretty far into it, why not tell us - even if it means via pm?
Okay... fine. Town Drunk. I'm a town roleblocker. XD
No more dreaming of the dead, as if death itself was undone.
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love;
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love!
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world.
Crap. Too late now.
Tattered memories... that's all that's left.
The woman looked down at the faded, crumpled photo in her hand. There was a little girl smiling, her curly chestnut hair cascading down over her shoulders, barely brushing her back. Her hazel eyes were sparkling with delight, something the woman had not felt in a long time. This appeared to be her younger self, but she felt no connection to this... this person in the photograph. It simply wasn't who she was anymore. She clenched her fist, hearing a satisfying crunch as the paper crumpled, the picture becoming twisted with the creases in the paper. She unclenched her fist carefully, letting the photograph drop to the floor. She did not even glance at the photograph, instead gazing out the window at the bleak, gray storm clouds. What a horrible day - perfect for a day for her to die on.
She knew it was coming. Nobody trusted her, not that she blamed them. She had put her emotions aside a long time a long time ago, instead focusing on her work and pitying no one. She didn't interact much with the others, as she had better ways to spend her time - but ultimately, she paid the price. She had been careless on the job, and left a broken broom handle. This would turn out the be the main point brought against her in her jury trial.
Images flashed through her mind, briefly. Her brother - his shaggy dark hair hanging down into his eyes, his rugged puppy dog smile, his eagerness. She remembered laying on the grass with him, staring up at the fluffy white clouds in the pale blue sky, pointing out patterns in the clouds and laughing. Sometimes they would bring frozen lemonade - her favorite - and eat it while they watched the clouds. As the years flew by, her brother grew more distant and began isolating himself from the others. Eventually, he came to her with terrible news.
He was sick. Not a tiny sickness such as cold. He had a deadly disease. He passed away three months later in his sleep, and ever since then the woman's heart had never been the same. She was cast out onto the streets, cold and hungry, fighting for her own survival. She did not open up to anyone, and instead distracted herself to keep her busy. She taught herself how to fight, and learned to kill with her bare hands. She knew that if her brother could see her know, he'd be ashamed. She was ashamed of who she had become. But that didn't matter now. She didn't have anyone left.
She welcomed death.
It is now Night 5. This phase will end November 1st at 9:30 PM EDT.
8/15 players remain.
I just want to say thanks to Atomic for hosting this game. The characterization and flavor text are beautiful.
It's been fun!
Good luck, team. >:D
It only took one vote? Wow, that's a first.
Just a note - I'm going to be gone from Friday morning to Sunday night without Internet, so I won't be around.
EDIT: Atomic, your PM box is full as well.
Last edited by Hitomi; 1st November 2012 at 11:21 AM.
The woman never saw it coming.
They snuck up on her, silently and stealthily, quietly overpowering her and taking her down. She tried putting up a fight, punching and kicking, but they were able to dodge her blows. One of them pulled out a knife and plunged it into her side, taking her out instantly.
As she lay on the cold cement, images flashed through her mind. Her as a child, her learning to ride a bike with the babysitter, her parents never being there because they were always busy, her friends taking her for granted, her never getting to be herself - she had spent her life trapped in a mask, and as she felt the life drain from her she realized that this was never the path she wanted.
It is now Day 6. This phase will end November 2nd at 9:30 PM EDT.
7/15 players remain.
How depressing. Best of luck, town!
Vote: @Rio Kamishiro
Fun fact: I have access to certain informations that clear some people who include me. The exact people who are cleared by this are everyone who is not Rio Kamishiro and Hitomi. Hm, I wonder who the remaining mafiosi could be.
Friends, if the rest of you could add your votes to mine so that there isn't a tie that would just be super special. <3
Last edited by VeloJello; 2nd November 2012 at 01:11 PM. Reason: Grammar mistakes - bluh bluh!
No more dreaming of the dead, as if death itself was undone.
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love;
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love, so in love!
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world.
Vote: Rio Kamishiro
I've been suspecting her, and I also gave my reasoning. I truly believe that we have our mafiosi. :3
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