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Post by Maya Dawson on Aug 22, 2020 19:28:41 GMT
As peacefull as their little moment was, aside the fact everyone was forced into one big room and tied one way or another, as quickly everything changed once a familiar voice was to be heard. Given her discussions with Jessica, Sawyer and Hannah, Maya already had been informed that something strange was going on with Kim if not straight out dangerous. However as she heard her speak to all of them, it was clear to see that something was clearly wrong. She hadn´t been able to get to know Kim as well as Sawyer or Aoi just yet, still she was certain that the sweet ginger wasn´t the type to just switch sides and help their kidnapper. Something was going on and it wasn´t good.
Either way she listened to the instructions closely. They sounded easy enough after all. Standing in front of her husband she already had accomplished all on her own. So that bit was already done. Taking a sip of the drink sounded doable just as well. After all it was just a random drink, right? A toast however was more conflicting for her. She sure could be a talker as she had proven especially with Mathias and her endless worries and rambling to him. Yet doing an actual speech … she only remembered to be able to do once and that was when she confessed to her husband.
Taking a look at the drink, she took it in her hands. From what she saw it might have been simple red wine, fitting for such a fine man as Mathias. Yet as she looked to her left and right and then back to the other women, something just felt odd. They were one woman too little for the men, that already was suspicious. However with the men being all tied up it seemed even more fishy. Something was wrong, probably with either their drinks themselves or the matches they were about to made. Why else would they be displayed? Maybe they would get punished for choosing the wrong match? But then again she didn´t even want to think about it. Mayas mind and heart had been set with a choice way before they were thrown into this „event“. Mathias was the only one for her so there was no way she was to choose another to marry.
She was hesitant for a bit, worry showing in her face clearly as she locked eyes with her man. There was no way around it, she had to make her choice and drink. Still she was scared for the outcome. Eventually though she gave in. If nothing else, she at least was in the company of the love of her life and friends. „To my dear husband to be. You know what I feel for you and have for quite some time now. No matter where life will take us, I know you already made me the happiest woman ever since you returned my love. We had our ups and downs but I wouldn´t want to miss any second of it. I love you with all my heart and I am looking forward to spend the rest of my life with you.“ By far there was way more she could have talked about as she raised her glass to make the toast. However everything had already been said and proven for her. Mathias knew about her feelings and wishes for him as she did about his in return. With the glass still in her hand, she leaned down to kiss her seated lover and smiled at him. Indeed he had made her unbelievable happy and she would never forget nor regret that. Taking a last look around the room to see in everyones face at least for a second, her eyes finally fell back onto the wine. With a small sigh, eventually she took a good sip of the drink. Indeed it was wine, red wine. What a match.
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Post by Dorian F. Blund on Aug 22, 2020 22:02:42 GMT
He witnessed Katherine’s eyes widen with an emotion he couldn’t place at the same time he heard the familiar sound of a female voice coming through the speakers. Yet, the voice itself was new, sounding much less confident and poised than the helper he’d heard before, and it most definitely wasn’t Mrs Baker. How many women were running this place?! And most importantly, why did this one sound just as scared as if she was the one facing her own demise? As their instructions were relayed, it instantly became clear that this new challenge was aimed at the brides-to-be; to choose a husband among them all. ‘The best of the worst’, she called them; of course, the ones who’d earned a second chance after being judged as disgusting.
The thought of having his fate decided by the choice of another sent shivers down his spine; yet, he couldn’t claim he envied the girls’ role either. He did not trust those drinks, not for a second; most suspicious of all was the fact that all of them were different, from what he could tell. That seemed incredibly random, and much more expensive; instead of one drink, she’d had to buy six, probably not cheap ones. Dorian remained certain that Mrs Baker couldn’t have possibly afforded this entire plan on her own; she either had allies, or was becoming more and more irreparably broke by the day. Certainly there must be some meaning behind it, and his brain quickly went to work. Was there perhaps a drug that would be easier to conceal in a certain type of beverage than another? A poison, perhaps? He discreetly moved towards his glass and tried to smell anything out of the ordinary, but as much as he tried, nothing seemed off. He’d been around so much alcohol in his life, he wanted to see this as a good sign, but he was certain there were many toxins even the best couldn’t detect.
Suddenly, Katherine was in front of him, smiling as they locked eyes, and the moment she touched that glass he felt the urge to slap it out of her hand. He was tied, of course, but even so, he knew it was foolish. He had no way to be sure whether his drink was safe or not, hence why it was useless to try to protect her when she was in just as much danger with him as she was with another. Worst of all, he wasn’t entirely convinced this was only meant as torture for her; there were more men than women, that couldn’t be a good thing. By not leaving him without a partner, she might have just as well saved his life. So, he simply looked at her as she took it and nodded, choosing to trust her instinct and decision quite literally with his life. They’d claimed they were ready to marry one another if it could save them, once. It was time to prove it. As she gave him her toast, Dorian pursed his lips; it was short, and concise, but she’d said all she needed to him already. He shook his head as she apologized for not keeping her promise; in this situation, it was out of her hands.
“It’s not your fault.” He reassured her. He didn’t know what was to come, but he knew he couldn’t let her continue with regrets. Aware of how probable it was that the game could backfire in ways they hadn’t expected, he thought it needed to quickly add: “Kath, if anything happens to me after this, just know I don’t blame you for anything, ever. You did what you had to do. And if anything happens to you, I hope…”
I hope you don’t blame me either? No, that was foolish. Dead people didn’t resent. Dead people didn’t care. Emotions didn’t matter once you were gone; what mattered were the emotions one felt when they were alive, and he knew that in this moment, Katherine did not begrudge or judge him, and that was something he could never be too grateful for. Dorian sat straighter, taking a second to look away. God, he hated knowing this was happening in front of an audience; sure they were all about as scared as he was, but it was a lot of potential eyes on him nonetheless. And Mrs Baker and whoever her new helper was were definitely watching. But he knew he couldn’t possibly risk not speaking out now, and so, he locked eyes with her once more.
“… I just hope you’ll be alright, and we can see each other at the ceremony. Please, be safe. I love you.”
Maybe not in the way she wanted him to, but he loved her nonetheless. For once, just for once in his life, he hoped he’d said so before it was too late.
Then, just before he could ask himself who this Kim was, Katherine swallowed her drink, and Dorian held his breath, waiting.
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Post by Mathias Berg on Aug 22, 2020 22:17:51 GMT
"This is your final chance to find your future husband. The best of the worst sit before you," the voice announced. This voice didn't belong this time to that middle-aged Asian lady but a young woman judging by the voice. Mathias didn't recognize her, but maybe others would. Last chance to find a husband, hm? Maya and Mathias were both on the spot, maybe they could get the kidnapper’s “blessing” on their marriage.
"First pick a drink that stands in front of your spouse, then make a toast for your bright future and finally... Take a sip. When all the women make their choices we shall start our preparations for your ceremonies ..."
Fanch drinks and speeches, huh? This was very different from the great gala dinners where Mathias had been a guest many times. Would this mean that women would be able to choose their future spouse? Mathias sighed in relief. Maya would hardly have handed Mathias over to anyone else without good fight. The task didn't seem very bad anyway? But it still was fishy somehow simce the men couldn't move at all, and the women were strapped by their ankles.
The possible toxicity of the drink was not considered by Mathias. The kidnapper could have poisoned them with the meals served every day, but apparently this had not yet happened. On the other hand, the woman was confusing and crazy as hell, so who would know? Maya had taken one of the glasses in her hand. She looked worried, and no wonder.
“To my dear husband to be. You know what I feel for you and have for quite some time now. No matter where life will take us, I know you already made me the happiest woman ever since you returned my love. We had our ups and downs but I wouldn't want to miss any second of it. I love you with all my heart and I am looking forward to spend the rest of my life with you. ”
Maya gave a beautiful speech about him. This was a slightly more formal speech than a nocturnal (though he didn’t really know what time it was then) outburst of emotion before the proposal. But it sounded like one that Maya could hold at their wedding - the real ones where their family and friends would be around and not kept in the basement of a strange building at the same time as a questionable mad woman acting as a priest. Maya finished her speech by giving a kiss to Mathias. He smiled at his wife, after all, he was grateful for the beautiful words, "I love you too, sweetheart."
Maya took a sip of her glass, which appeared to contain red wine, judging by the color. It could have been regular juice, too. His wife looked at him with a questioning look, handing the glass to Mathias. Mathias, of course, couldn’t drink himself at the moment, but the drink would act as a throat moisturizer, “Yes please”. Maya helped Mathias take a small sip from it. Yep, definitely red wine.
“It’s time since we last drank wine together,” he said.
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Post by Aoi Hawakura on Aug 23, 2020 0:27:00 GMT
Aoi watched the 'event' unfurl around her. Like Katherine before, she watched others walk towards the men.
She took slow and shallow breaths. Yes, she knew what this meant and if she thought carefully about it, it was maybe not the worst event that had happened so far. No one here was really... mean in person, right? No, she was sure that there was no one who had evil thoughts here whilst those things happened to them.
She took a deep breath through her nose before lifting her eyes up again.
Maya had walked over to Mathias - of course, this was how it was supposed to be, those two. But not under this conditions. She felt a pain in her heart. Please be save my dear friend.
The woman whom Aoi didn't know had also stepped up in front of a man. Of course no one looked really happy in a situation like this... but... they all looked so strong... so determined. They were so strong. What kind of things had they seen up to this point that they had gotten this resolve? Or did they have it all along? Aoi knew that the strenght she had was important and made her get this far in life after that... past, but it was nothing compared to what she saw in the others around her.
When she looked at the three men sitting at the table without a... 'claim'? She knew immediatly that Daniel was out of the question. Never would she steal a beloved from someone. Never.
Which left her with two choices. A bespactacled tall man, with disheveled curly, black hair who was sitting in front of a white ceramic mug. And the other one was a very tall dark skinned man but where the other had full hair, this one was bald. Somehow he reminded her of a relative you have who would always look after you and never let you down. Like a big teddy maybe? She also guessed that he was older by the looks of it, but one could never know as she had seen... often. She winced at the memories. In front of him there was a red ceramic mug.
For a moment she just stood there, lost. What did she really want to do? What was it that she wanted to decide for? There was no way to not decide, she knew that.
She looked at the older of the two and sighed. Whatever it was, she was sure that after a marriage pulled through in here, they could still change things outside and she was very sure that he would look at it the some. There was no way around the feeling that she thought that he might even have a family already and that they might resolve this easier that way. And maybe, this would make it easier to not hurt anyone. She sighed.
She stepped in front of him and looked at him, avoiding eye contact at first. She was fidgeting with her sleves. She wasn't sure how to phrase her thoughts out to him. Her eyes went to the mug and she saw a black liquid inside... coffee?
She looked up again. "I'm... I'm Aoi. Uhm... You see, I don't want to bother you with this, I know that this is a pretty silly thing to do. Uh - I actually, I don't know how to say it." She felt her face grow really hot. She hadn't been that ashamed in a long time.
"I thought, that maybe, you wouldn't mind while there is no other way - or,,, oh god please, I don't want to sound like I'm using you!" This all sounded so wrong. It wasn't what she had thought of before. Her phrasing was all wrong. "Ah... I... I mean. Would it be okay for you? I mean you no harm, don't worry, please."
She could have hit herself. What did she say, mean no harm? It sounded like she wanted to use him for easiness. She just wanted to make this easier for the both of them but in the end this all just was... weird. She had no way words. She really hadn't.
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Post by Dean Gray on Aug 23, 2020 2:24:15 GMT
Dean looked with a puzzled face at Emer. He'd be lying if he were to say he didn't hope she'd pick him, but this sort of hesitating worried him. What was she doing? She looked at him, her eyes seeming to plead something as tears started welling up in them. He tried getting out of the chair yet again, but was as stuck as the first time he tried. Goddamnit. Don't fucking- -
"Emer? It's okay! Don't worry. Pick whoever you want to pick. If that's me, you do so, if it's not, then don't. It's up to you. It's not like I or any of the other men have any say in this, what with our predicament." he said, again testing his bindings, as if to showcase how little they could do. "But if you were to ask me, well..." he said, looking around, noting how there really only was two options left. "..I think a Margarita beats uhm... Tea I think, any time of the day." he finished, smiling lightly. There was a time and a place for humor. This was likely neither, but he couldn't help but try. After all, if you smiled, it was hard to be sad, right? Looking around, it seemed as if there were more than one couple already coupled up. They seemed proper couples too, throwing words like 'I love you' around, holding proper wedding speeches and such. In that sense, Emer's choices were mostly made up for her already. "Just pick me, better the devil you know than the devil you don't know, yeah? Uhm, not that I'm a devil or anything, but it's a saying that goes as such. I don't know. Rambling. I don't want to be the odd one out. Nothing good's going to happen with that one, for sure. Not that that's the only reason I'd want you to pick me, I mean, it's not like I only want you to pick me so I'm not alone or like I hate the idea of you picking me, far from it. I mean, uhm.. . I'll just stop talking now." He found himself trailing off, mumbling a bit, before putting on an awkward smile. He didn't know what sort of choice she'd make but... yeah. If his hands were free he'd hide his face in his hands, but lacking that he just looked down onto the table, resting his eyes on the Margerita. He hoped she liked Margerita better than tea. If nothing else, it could serve as a tiebreaker. Yeah. Definitely. She'd pick the Margerita over the tea, right? Right. Definitely.
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Post by Emer Shallow on Aug 23, 2020 8:40:56 GMT
Before Emer could collect her thoughts, all the other women were on their feet, picking their men. From the sounds of it, they were all already in romantic relationships, which made her feel even more out of place. Unless the psychotic woman in charge thought that she... that she and Dean... Hmm. Okay, no, there seemed to be one more that had to pick someone she didn't know. Why was she left like the deer in the headlights?
She got to her feet as she listened to Dean, rambling like he always did in weird situations. He seemed to be asking her to pick him, or at the very least giving her permission to do so. Seeing as how none of the other girls had picked him, it seemed like he didn't know anyone else here either. A part of her felt greatly relieved, Dean was her biggest comfort in this place, and if she had to pick anyone, it would definitely be him - no contest. But being forced into this fake relationship with him felt so wrong, especially when she didn't know how he felt about it. Hell, she didn't even know how she felt about it.
It wasn't like Emer had spent energy or brain power doing a head count, and she was only now realizing there weren't enough girls for all the guys. What did that mean? It meant she could pick Dean to "marry", or she could pick a stranger and let Dean off the hook so to speak. He didn't have to be a part of this at all. But Dean was right, being the odd one out didn't seem like a good thing in these games. And she selfishly wanted to pair off with him anyway. But then that would mean potentially dooming the other guy. She looked over at him, alone with his white cup. He seemed nice, scholarly maybe. Like a good person. Why hadn't anyone chosen him? Would choosing Dean mean something would happen to him? Would that be her responsibility? Her fault?
The entire gravity of the situation felt too much on her. One wrong move and someone could get hurt, it seemed. Was that why everyone else had paired up so quickly? Were they all getting used to this? She wanted to crumple to the floor, but she instead hurried over to Dean and grabbed the glass in front of him. She was about to drink from it when she remembered the other instructions - remembered everyone else's toasts. Shit.
What could she say? They weren't in a relationship, or even romantically involved. She hadn't even considered the idea. Although... She did always miss him when they were apart, she was always so happy and content when she saw him, she felt safe with him, and their very rare hugs or handholding always felt nice. Really nice, actually. But it felt odd to even consider - he was much older than her, and not at all her type usually. Did she- could she have feelings for him? She smiled at him shakily, determined not to lie to him. She could make this sound real without straight up lying, right?
"Dean," she said, her throat raspy from not having talked in a while, so she cleared it and tried again. "Dean." It sounded so fake and weird, saying his name like that, with so much vulnerable emotion. She glanced around the room, feeling all eyes on her. Why did I have to go last? "You... you've always been there for me. I, ehmm..." She tried to keep her eyes locked with his - that was probably what the bitch wanted, right? But it was hard not to avert her eyes, and her gaze kept switching from him to the floor and back, while she was fighting with herself.
Okay, take a deep breath, figure out what to say.
What did everyone else say?
"We haven't really known each other that long, but... But we've been through a lot in that time - not together, I guess, seperately, but ehmm, what was I-" You're screwing this up. "But you've always given me comfort through it. I miss you when we're not together." Gosh, that's too awkward, everyone's listening, Dean is listening. Stop dropping your gaze, damnit. As embarrassing as this whole thing was, she'd rather embarrass herself than get them both killed. "If I'm doing this with anyone, there's no one I'd rather do it with." Did that sound sexual? Jesus. "I mean, I'm glad it's you."
Okay, so that was a terrible toast, but she hoped it would do. She raised her glass, hand trembling, and added: "Dean, you're the closest thing I have to home in here."
With that she drank. Finding her suspicions to be true - it was in fact margarita - she downed the entire glass, instantly wishing for more.
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Post by Nicholas Simmons on Aug 24, 2020 13:43:17 GMT
Nicholas had been awake for a while, maybe even before anyone else since the ever present pain of his eyes dimmed the effectiveness of the drugs, but that didn’t matter all too much. The momentary respite the drugs had offered from the pain of his ruined eyes was quickly fading and the sharp pain quickly resumed. Head hung, defeated he didn’t even bother to struggle. He could feel the ropes around his ankles and wrists biting into his skin, but it barely even registered at this point. He felt truly hopeless, he was in another game already.
While last time he had dared to dream, to boldly make decisions and to survive this fighting spirit had been truly crushed. He began to hear people around him awaken, the murmurings and the sound off restraints being tested. He stayed quiet.
"This is it," "This is your final chance to find your future husband. The best of the worst sits before you,"
The best of the worst, despite the crushing dread Nic felt a small swell of pride 'best of the worst' huh? He'd take that. Still he remained silent. He knew this was all a game and as much as he despised the idea of betraying his husband, he just had no fight left in him.
"First pick a drink that stands in front of your spouse, then make a toast for your bright future and finally take a sip. When all the women make their choices, we shall start our preparations for your ceremonies..."
At the mention of a toast his nose twitched, they say losing one sense boosts the others as a form of composition. Now Nic wasn’t sure if that was true but, in that moment, the familiar scent of herbal tea filled his nose. He gagged at the smell and let out a small chuckle that dared to grow into a full on laugh. God he fucking despised tea, what a petty move. He couldn't help but admire a move of such needless spite.
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Post by misery on Aug 25, 2020 15:23:32 GMT
Madge could hardly contain herself as the people heard the rules. Her eyes were glued to the screen not wanting to miss a second. Her rotund form was solid as a rock, her hands with her fidgeting fingers were the only part of her that showed how eager she was. As the players were hesitating and coming to terms with the rules she could only barely resist the urge to flip the microphone back on and scream at them to hurry up. Only the scarred model was brave enough to get straight to the point. Striding to her ex son in law and downing the drink in one go. Madge would have been impressed by the downing of the whiskey if it was a man, but for a woman to down it in such a brazen way was a disgrace. Her upper lip twitched ever so slightly to show her disgust. As the brazen girl addressed her little helper, the matchmaker turned so quickly to look at the maggot by her side that it made the poor girl jump. The sickly glow from the monitors that highlighted half of her face in it’s blueish glow, leaving the other half in shadow the displeased frown reaching it’s full effect in terrorizing the young girl. She looked the girl up and down, how dared they? This maggot in front of her dared to take the glory from this? “You think I will allow you to replace me?! You shall never replace me no matter how they toast you!!” The woman rose up quickly to her full height and grasped the girl by the back of her neck and forced her to bend forward towards her. The Asian raised her hand up high and repeatedly began slamming it to the young girls backside as hard as she could. “You will never replace me!!! No one can ever replace me!! Never!!!” There was no one in this God’s green earth except her who could redeem such loathsome sinners. Once satisfied with the number of spanks she pushed Kim to the ground and returned back to staring at the screens as if nothing had just happened. Luckily she had not missed anything important, the other men’s drinks were still there untouched. She mumbled to herself, musing to herself as she kept staring at the screens. The moment the second woman approached the glass in front of the toothless architect Kim could see her lean forward closer to the screens. As if she was eager to see what came of it. As the dark skinned girl began to hold her speech and had the glass raised while she spoke. Madge began chuckling, her insides tickling with anticipation. She watched the girl take a good sip and then put the glass down. Now Madge turned her attention to the remaining men and the glasses in front of them. Oh hurry up maggots! Come now choose already!! The redhead and the conspiracy theorist were talking it looked like and the little Asian friend of her protege was talking to the big bald man. The woman began to rock back and forth a little in anticipation of if those two girls would pick the men or not. Go on…. Go on…. Make the right choices…. She chanted in her head. The shy Asian took a sip of the dark mans coffee and and the conspiracy theorist seemed like he managed to persuade the redhaired girl to drink. It didn’t take long for the raven haired temptress to choose her Romeo without his tongue. Perfection!! All was set! Hurriedly she reached over to the microphone, anxiously pressing the button so the poor unfortunates could hear her. The timing was just right too as two of the girls began to show their symptoms. Keiari began to feel shortness of breath as if she had just finished a marathon, and was soon gasping for air frantically in front of her lover. Maya began to feel her stomach ache violently and she began to feel nauseous. Such a sad end to such a beautiful speech. Both girls then fell to the ground, Keiari from the lack of oxygen and Maya from the pain and convulsions. In the room they could hear the screech from the microphone and the cruel voice of their captor mocking them. “FINALLY!!! FINALLY I have avenged my son!!! YOU deserve this you little TEMPTRESS!!! Did you think you could seduce my sweet, innocent little boy and get away with it!!!??” She shouted at Keiari. “AND YOU!!! You are just as shameless!! Did you think I couldn’t see you seduce that architecth of yours!? SHAMEFUL! YOU Should have waited until you were MARRIED!! Now you shall NEVER have that chance!!!” The room fell silent and watched the scene unfold in horror. Hearing the unholy cackle from the speakers as Madge was enjoying the show.
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Post by Russel Jefferson on Aug 26, 2020 5:00:25 GMT
While being tied up, he felt as though he wanted to leave right now, and just go back to his home live. This was all bullshit. Who would force men and women to marry and they didn't have a past with each other? It seemed like every other woman were choosing their bachelors and drinking some drinks, sounds fishy for damn sure. He did take a sniff of his drink a couple a seconds ago, and although it seemed fine to him, it didn't smell like regular coffee. He then saw an Asian woman who did sound familiar to him. He was looking at her and he raised his eyebrow. Was this the lady that David was talking about? Well, he did remember somewhat having a conversation with her when he and him were chatting through the wall with her and some other lady. He was looking up at the lady for the first time and she was so polite to him, even feeling awkward. This was so sweet of her to ask him about choosing him as a partner in what the lady was planning. He was about to say something about him being married already to his wife at home, but, he didn't want to risk getting killed by refusing. He looked up at her and nodded carefully but, he was still tied up so, he couldn't nod in a proper motion.
He then was hearing the other Asian lady beating up some other lady and even was even seeing other ladies getting badly effected by their drinks. What the fuck? One lady was giving out a lovely speech and she had to suffer by getting sick, wow. Russel saw that she was drinking the coffee and didn't get effected. Did this mean? Were they chosen to get married in this damned for hell game? "Crap crap crap crap..." Russel thought to himself as he was feeling himself sweating. He only had to do this duty and then have him and the "wife" go their separate ways... Or they might develop a friendship in the end. As long as they don't have to have sexual relations or be friends with benefits...
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Post by Daniel Summer on Aug 31, 2020 0:40:12 GMT
[OOC: Val gave me permission to let Daniel get out of his bindings thanks to that 10 I rolled. <3]
Daniel kept pulling on his restraints as Keiari came to. Spotting Maya as well, he made more noise before stopping when the speakers came on.
Turning to the drink in front of him, he stared at it with a frozen look. Poison? The women had to drink?
He barely registered what was going on around him, fear taking over his mind. When Keiari stood up and moved to him, his gaze lifted to hers.
He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t say ‘don’t do it,’ or even ‘I love you…’ all he could do was shake his head a little. “Kei…”
She reached across the table and touched his cheek, trying to smile, but he could see her shaking. Turning his head, he pressed his lips into her hand, eyes closing as he prayed.
Feeling her hand move away, he followed it until he was turned to her once more, blue eyes opening. His breath caught in his throat as she lifted the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the wine.
A noise caught his attention for a moment and he saw Maya fall to the ground, grasping her stomach, clearly in pain. No… Maya, no… he thought, watching his best friend.
He turned away, his eyes closing tightly as his fellow firefighter fell.
Keiari barely set the glass down before she started gasping for air. Daniel’s eyes grew wide, his head snapping up.He once again started tugging on his restraints, but harder than before. No, no, no!
Either Madge hadn’t tied the rope on him well enough or he was strong enough in this moment to break free. Stumbling to his feet, the chair fell back and hit the ground as he ran around the table as Keiari fell.
Sounds left him that could only be guessed to be ‘no’s.Tears were falling as he scooped her into his arms and held her. Brushing her hair back from her face, he stared into the eyes of the woman he loved as she looked back, suffocating. Quickly placing his lips over hers, he tried to breathe air into her, but she kept gasping.
Her hands gripped his shirt. “D...Dan..iel…”
Tears dropped onto her face as sobs started to leave him. Keiari’s grip started to loosen on him and he knew there wasn’t much time left. Holding her tightly to him, he looked back at the glass on the table. Without hesitation, he grabbed the glass and downed the rest of it. Without his tongue he couldn’t even taste the wine, but it didn’t matter.
Dropping the glass, it shattered as he started to gasp for air, his grip tightening on her. His vision started to darken and he fell, looking at Keiari one last time.
I love you… even in death, Bambi…
His eyes remained open, the last of his tears falling down his face, his chest no longer moving.
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Post by Keiari Saul on Aug 31, 2020 1:12:27 GMT
A mild shock, a shock that felt too familiar, the girl would wake up with a yelp. Awakened in fear that the mad woman had caught her and once more tazed her. But when she woke up she saw something much worse... Another game, another death game. It felt like everything collapsed at her at once. Scanning the room she had noticed all the men in the room, tied up, her heart stopping when she saw that Daniel was among her.
No..
Keiari, ignoring everything, ignoring everyone in that moment- her tunnel vision kicking on to go to the one person who needed her the most. Running to Daniel she held his cheeks in her hands, shaking her head. No, no, no, this wasn't suppose to happen- this wasn't suppose to be. Didn't she say she'd do anything to keep him, to keep the others safe? Did that woman hate her that much to ignore the one plead she wanted? Tears had already formed in the girl's eyes, her heart clenching as her body started to tremble.
”No.. you were never suppose to be in one of these.”
She spoke to him, even though he had been through one already- she wanted that one to be the first and last one. Blinking the tears fell. Her hands trembling. He didn’t deserve what had happened to him, he didn’t deserve any of this. Her head started to hang low, her forehead resting against his.
That would be when she heard Kim’s voice, her head snapping towards where she found it.
”Kim?”
Was all she could say, her whole body freezing. She talked and Keiari could barely believe it, Kim was working with the mad woman? She told them the rules and she couldn’t help the feeling of sorrow and pity that washed over her when she heard her speak. Perhaps she was being forced? Like Geoff and many others. Her head looked away and she knew there was no way to escape this game, they had to go through with it. She felt so numb, felt so tired, so broken, so ready to get out of this hell hole- to go home.
Once more she looked at Daniel, a soft smile that tried to hide her feel came across her features. Tears leaving her eyes, trying to be brave. She wanted to fight against them, but she no longer held the fight. She had been almost killed for disobeying, she wouldn’t do that and put him in danger.
”I love you, forever and always... You’re my home, Daniel. No matter what happens, I’ll forever love you. Til death do us part, right?”
She said with a shaking voice, before her head lowered, faded blue hair falling over her face as those hands of hers slowly left his cheeks and she walked to the last drink. The drink right in front of him. Everyone had gone before her, she had been too focused on Kim and Daniel to really do anything. But she looked at them, looked at Maya, looked at Mathias... She wanted to speak, but she just couldn’t. Not any more. She prayed they’d be safe.
Lifting the glass, Keiari placed it on her lips... White wine. How fitting for him, of course he’d be her favorite wine. Suddenly from the corner of her eyes she noticed Maya fell to the ground, holding her stomach. Her eyes widened.
”Maya-!!AAAH!”
A loud gasp came from Keiari and her hands let go of the glass, grabbing at her throat- her breathing had started to struggle as if she was having an allergic reaction. Slowly she looked to Daniel. Knowing right then and there she had been poisoned.
”Dan...iel.”
She gasped out, watching in slow motion as he started to fight his restraints. Tears came down and she kep gasping, her throat going numb as she silently begged him for him to behave. To keep in his place. But he broke free and her head hung back, falling to her knees. Staring at the ceiling her memories of them being together ran through her mind. All the happy blissful memories before they came to that bitch’s hell hole.
Arms, she felt arms wrap around her, looking up she took notice of Daniel. Saw his tears, felt how he shaked, and instead of gripping at her throat she grabbed a hold of that beautiful, beautiful white shirt. Visions of him and their night together flashes through her mind. Wanting to see him smile just like them... Her hands trembled but she forced herself to carress his cheek with her right hand.
Feel those lips of his on hers, trying to give her breath- she only gasped, not able to get what he wanted to give so much. Her eyes closed, just wanting to take this moment as a last kiss, as the last happy moment she would have...
Multicolored eyes slowly opened and they met with ocean blue. Their tears blending as his fell onto her face, falling down her cheeks.
“D-Dan...iel.... Remember..... I... I lov-.... lov- ....aaah.... love you.”
She struggled out those words before her eyes closed, her hands falling to her, her right cross over her stomach and her left falling to the ground. Her head falling back, no more color in her face. Eyes closed as she took one last breath. Remembering how he was the last person she had looked upon....
No... not until death do us part... Forever, even in death, will I love you...
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Post by Kim Anderson on Sept 9, 2020 4:35:38 GMT
“A toast!" Kim heard the woman speak, her eyes widened. That voice. She remembered it! "Katherine," she mouthed the woman's name as she continued to listen to her speech. "And a toast to you Kim," and the moment she heard her own name the ginger couldn't help but shiver. Satisfied. Was she? No. But was there any other choice? She had to take this chance. For Sawyer. For Jess. For- “You think I will allow you to replace me?!" the girl rose her gaze towards the woman in purple, now fully shrinking into her seat. Fuck. What- Why?! What did she do wrong? "No, mam! I-" before the ginger could speak another word she felt the tight grip around her neck forcing her to lift up from her seat. The girl let out a loud yelp, her hands instinctively reaching towards the source of pain. "You shall never replace me no matter how they toast you!!” Kim cried out each time the woman placed her firm hand on top of her until she suddenly was done with the humiliation and the woman pushed her down to the floor. The impact from the ground made her entire left arm go numb. She wanted to let out another moan of pain but instead gulped it down her sore throat. No! Enough. She heard the woman yelling into the microphone however her hearing let her down. She couldn't hear any names, just lots of undistinguished noise. "Shit," the girl swore under her breath. That final hit got her pretty bad. "I hope that you are satisfied..." Katherine's voice echoed once again in her mind as it started to wander; she had mere seconds before passing out. "Satisfied?" the ginger whispered to oneself, as she clenched her fists clutching them to her chest. She looked up at the blurry from the tears silhouette of a woman. The woman in purple. The jailer. The monster.
"I will never be satisfied- until I put the crazy bitch to rest."
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