[ GRAVEYARD ]

[sheriffexe]

GRAVEYARD

So, you're dead. Shame, that. But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice. When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town? It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train. The train that, is actually pretty fancy. Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal. There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly. Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar? The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish. It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward.

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[guiltlevel]

[ When you think about it, not being stuck in an empty room; only with a bed, needle, tv, and a pre-recorded video... It sounds nice to not go back there, and to not go back to his fated execution.

He... Feels the guilt now, and that's what the experiment wanted, so even if his execution is parted like they promised -- he doesn't even know if he could continue to have the will to live like now if he did return. He would have no one. ]

I don't want to go back... I don't, I really don't ... want to go back.

[ He sounds really desperate, and upset considering he's basically bawling his eyes out, but you know... This is what happens when you've grown up without emotion for about fourteen years.

He seems to start calming down juuust a bit though. The hug is definitely working it's magic. ]

. . . Do you really think... I can...? It does.. Sound nice. [ It really does. ]

I want... To learn how to maybe... Be more cheerful too... Like you.

[cherrypuncher]

[For now all she can do is let him cry on her, stroke his hair and rub his back and tell him it's okay, it's okay, it's okay until he's up to trying sentences out again. She is a pillar, a bastion; she holds him tight and keeps him steady where they stand while he cries.]

I think so. I really, really think so. That's really what I believe.

[She won't let him go—won't let him go back, but won't let go of him, either; she has to do something. She has to do something. In this moment, this is all she has.]

I told you, you're likely to succeed if you try. If that's really what you want, you can do it, and I'll be there with you so you aren't doing it alone.

[guiltlevel]

[ After enough time of being held and comforted, Russell slowly begins to calm down. He gets quieter, and his sobs finally come to a stop. Every now and then he might sniffle, but he'll try to lift his arm to wipe the mess off his face with his sleeve. ]

Okay, I... I . . .

[ It just feels so nice that there's actually someone that believes in him? His parents never did. . . No one ever did. ]

I'll... Try. . . Thank you, Yuna... You really didn't have to do any of this for me, but you did anyway...

[ At least, Russell seems more visibly relaxed now. HE HAS HAD A LONG FIVE WEEKS, OKAY. ]

[cherrypuncher]

[Okay, well, even if he's done crying he's gonna have to pry her off of him with a crowbar?? Except she does ease up a little once he's done absolutely bawling, and when he speaks, she pulls back enough to look him in the eye, her hands on his shoulders.]

I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I want to, because you're my friend.

[She's failed him already, Russell and so many other precious people, but she'll do better next time. She'll do better this time. She'll start here.]

So you don't have to cry anymore, okay?

[guiltlevel]

Friend...

[ Really, he spent about the last five weeks being afraid of getting close to anyone because he'd probably become terrified again and, well, murder them. Look at how those tables have turned...

But, no, really! Russell can't help but be really touched about it? Especially since, coming from Yuna, it sounds very genuine. ]

Okay . . . I think... I feel better. I won't try to cry anymore...... I told Mr. Barnham that - I'm stronger now, so... I'll try to stay strong.

[ Gotta make him proud... ]