[ WEEK THREE – KILL LOG (ANNABETH) ]

[sheriffexe]

[ So, Annabeth is in the stocks.

That sucks.

She would have been there since 5 AM. Hopefully someone brought her things to eat and drink during the day but otherwise, hands and head bound in the wooden frame.

If someone was with her earlier, they're suddenly not now. Instead, she is alone and the moon shines bright in the sky with an accompanied stillness to the air. Nearby, a raccoon dives underneath the General Store porch, a piece of stolen meat clutched between its tiny paws. It watches her with beady yellow eyes.

She might, in the distance, see someone approaching. ]

Comments

[guiltlevel]

Because... He told me I was a bandit, like Mr. Higekiri...? I'd also get a reward.

[ Even though the reward isn't really his motivation... But he's kind of curious what it'd be, to be honest. ]

But ... I might as well, pay attention to the rules... Because that's how you play the game, right?

[ Just going with the flow, really. So... Yeah, Russell can't even say "sorry I'm going to burn you" because he doesn't even feel bad... He's even going to splash some gasoline on her? Gotta empty that can out before he can start using the matches!

The more gasoline the more it burns right? Is that how it works??? ]

[athenite]

[ there is literally no way to argue with someone who is just doing something because "why not" good lord this kid seems kind of crazy to her right now? it's easier to focus on that fact than anything else. her mind is still racing for options, but she can't move and she doesn't think anything she can say will have an effect - and all she can do is talk. ]

It's how you lose the game.

[ she'll try. for percy. and because she's annabeth, and she won't stop trying until the very end, even if she can't do anything other than talk. ]

[guiltlevel]

[ Yeah, it's fair to think that, honestly. Totally fair. ]

Is it..? That's not what the sheriff said...

[ Russell drops the gas can, and reaches for the box of matches. He's lit a few before, so this should be easy, really... With a little flick against the match box, he lights one, and drops it on the ground where he initially poured the gasoline.

Now... Will he need more than one? He'll prepare a second one just in case because he's going to get ready to book it. First, he'll watch the flames spread for a few moments. ]