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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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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'sup. they're gonna have a casual talk. ]
I heard you've been a bad kid. Killing a defenseless woman? Don't lie to me this time, Russell.
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Russell tries to struggle out of his grip, but will that even work? But lord, they're really going to talk about this, huh. HUH. Well, Russell's been having a week so he's too tired to be really emotive right now. He'll be a calm boy. ]
. . . I did... Uhm... I never, really... Lied about it because no one asked me...?
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So you're gonna tell me the truth if I ask you? Well aren't you conscientious! -- Oh that's right, you're not sure if you have a conscience, yeah? No guilt?
[ he pauses. ]
... Tell me how you killed PJ's true love. Don't leave anything out.
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[ Remember him admitting to taking medicine to sleep on week four's trial? Yeah. That was it. ]
. . . I covered her with gasoline and used a match... Because that's how I did it before.
[ And... Remember how his wanted poster said he burned down a church? That too. He's a Really bad kid. ]
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[ Russell's honesty satisfies Claire for a moment. ]
Do you know what it's like to be engulfed in flames? I mean, you personally probably don't. To be honest, I've never been burned alive either, but I've seen things like you have, Russell...
[ Claire hovers the lighter just underneath Russell's head as he still hangs upside down. ]
I mean, if you're lucky, you'll suffocate before you can even feel the burn. But if not? Well...
[ He begins to lower Russell a little closer to the flame, but stops. ]
I want you to write to PJ and tell him exactly what it feels like. Tell him you're sorry and you'll never play with fire again. Do that, and you'll know guilt, and then I won't have to teach you.
How about it?
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It's hot... And it's hard to breathe...
[ He shuts his eyes when the lighter gets closer and closer... He's reminded of the flames, of the church, all the flammable vines, and also from the night on week three... He's actually kind of scared right now-- he tries to struggle again. ]
I . . . Gave him my diary, and I said sorry in there...... Is that not enough..? If... I don't listen to you, will you burn me, too?
..... Please don't do that.... I'm scared.
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[ Squeezing that grip on his ankle-- ]
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--wait. You did what? ...
Tell me why you did that.
[ Because... it sounds like Russell actually did feel bad in the end. But does he even understand it? ]
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And..... If I write my murders in my diary, maybe they'd believe that... I'm murderer...
[ Initially, he wrote how he killed his parents and brought it to the police as evidence. Of course, that kind of screwed him over and got him the death penalty. . . But the same train of thought kind of applies here. ]
After I killed her, I got the medicine . . . That allowed me to have happy dreams, but then. . . It started making me feel bad, and...... I didn't think people's lives were connected like them at first... I didn't think killing her mattered at first, I thought it wouldn't matter as long as no one found out -- but it does... I just didn't know.
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Heheheh.
[ Claire starts to laugh at that explanation, before throwing Russell in the air and catching him by the collar, then gently setting him down on his own two feet. ]
You really are something, you know. More importantly, your answer was the right one. Turns out you have a soul after all, who knew!
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Well, Russell looks a bit relieved at least! So maybe Claire isn't as weird... or bad as he thought he was??? He doesn't know. He's still kind of weird though? ]
Really... ...? [ So, that's a good thing, right? ] ... Does that mean I can talk to dogs like you?
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C'mon, let's grab something to eat, I'm starving.
[ After just having nearly killed him??? ]