trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

[feistytrader]

Week 1, Tuesday
Week 1, Post-trial
Week 2, Post-trial
Week 4, Sunday
Week 4, Tuesday
Week 4, Thursday Night

Comments

[uncouthhatcher]

She wouldn't have anything to gain from killin' me either! [...] Wasn't a good plan, whatever, sorry about sayin' what I did, won't literally stick my neck out to possible killers again.

[Look at that, slipped right in. Perfect.]

[feistytrader]

That's nice.

[Gold doesn't sound like he means it, and that's not the only thing that's bothering Silver, either.]

Was there a point to announcing that you're all I've got, or was that just to be an asshole?

[uncouthhatcher]

Depends, are you gonna punch me for sayin' I had a point to it or not?

[Say yes.]

[feistytrader]

Depends on the point. Either way, I'm gonna punch you if you don't tell me, so speak up.

[uncouthhatcher]

... I was just bein' an asshole.

[To his credit, though, he looks sour about it. He's also not looking at Silver.]

Was there a point in sayin' that you'd let me die?

[feistytrader]

[...You know, he just... Stops for a moment, and stares at Gold for a good long while. Opens his mouth a little, closes it again...]

Excuse me?

[No, he has to make sure he heard that right.]

[uncouthhatcher]

You said you took your words back. I wouldn't have said what I did if it wasn't for that, you know.

[That hurt, man.]

[feistytrader]

...I take back beating you up later, I'm beating you up now.

[Gold, what the hell are you talking about?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[... Oh.

Well.

He's gonna. Hi, bed. Hello. You're. You're there, you have a pillow he can shove his face into ow ow ow.]

Kill me, Silver. Just kill me.

[feistytrader]

[...Well, he's raising his fist again, and sending it at Gold.

He's not gonna punch him, though. He's just offering his pinky.]

We're gonna make it out of here, one way or the other. That's a promise.

[He can't protect everyone, nor does he really want to try, but he can promise Gold that, at least.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[... Yeah, yeah, he'll raise his pinky to link it.]

You're a damn kid, you know that? [he's still doing it though what's that say about him.

And... he's squeezing his pinky, not letting go just yet.]

... Sorry. Wasn't nice of me to say that, especially in front of everyone.

[feistytrader]

It's...

[It really isn't fine, actually, but he sits down next to Gold instead of hovering over him.]

I don't know why you thought I'd say something like that, much less mean it.

[There's a lot racing through his head. Where to go from here. The pros and cons of trying to get out by their own means. If there even is a possibility of that, given that they'd both have to murder someone, and...]

I meant what I said. I'm not gonna let you die. I'd rather die myself.

[That's... Not reassuring, but damn if it didn't leave his mouth.]

[uncouthhatcher]

I-- I don't know dude, I just did.

[Because he's stupid and what the fuck is communicating anyway. Gold'll sit up though, not sure what to make of Silver's words and then just punching his shoulder.]

And you shouldn't be sayin' shit like that. I ain't lettin' you die, and you know I'd do anythin' to that end.

[... Which is also not something he should be saying! Wow, what a couple of winners.]

[feistytrader]

It's agreed, then. No killing and no getting killed.

[It's done it's all good, so he's going to lean back, take it easy, and try to let all of this go.



He is no less wound up than he was before. Damn.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Yeah, seriously, the air's still pretty tight.]

... So do you think Kimbley's got an extra toe or something and that's why he didn't wanna take off his shoes, or what?

[feistytrader]

I think he was just being a jerk.

[...]

But maybe he does have an extra toe.

[uncouthhatcher]

Or webbed feet. That'd be weird.

[...]

We gotta get them off him sometime, just to see.

[feistytrader]

Let's try not to mess with him much. He's not bad, but he doesn't seem like the kind of guy that would think twice about killing us, either.

[uncouthhatcher]

Yeah, and you know what? Still don't believe that those "stories" he told were just stories. There's just something about them that don't sit right with me.

[... That's literally what horror is supposed to do, Gold.]

[feistytrader]

Maybe they were, maybe they weren't.

Everyone seemed to be telling a lot of exaggeration, but a little truth, too.