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sevenvices2016-04-02 02:42 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvices2016-04-02 02:42 pm
week 7 - trial; day 1
 ♫ saturday At 9AM, every television will go off, loud enough to wake anyone sleeping. The calm, apathetic voice will advise everyone to gather in the chapel for the trial. Static will continue to blare in the head of anyone dillydallying. Once all of the guests have gathered in the chapel, the doors will lock. Most of the pews have been moved aside to allow for more space, and a few tables have been set up on the altar. On the first, there is an additional copy of the rulebook, and the information cards of the victim and suspects laid out, with space for the suspects to provide their whereabouts, as well as an autopsy report. There is also a large wheeled chalkboard upon which you may write theories. On the second table is a pitcher of water and some glasses, as well as very simple sandwiches and pastries. The door behind the altar has finally been unlocked. It's a rather plain room with an area set off by a folding screen. Inside, you will find a table on which the victim's body has been laid out. Next to the table, two black and white photographs have been hung on the screen. they are close ups of the victim's body, as it was found when the body discovery announcement chimed. A few sticks of incense burn in the corner to avoid any smells. At 6PM, the trial will adjourn. Everyone will be escorted back to the hotel by Miata, after which everyone is allowed to head to either the kitchen to get dinner, or to their rooms. Attempting to wander off into the other areas of the hotel will trigger the static alarms in everyone's heads/televisions. >Discuss? setting rulebook |
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[ At least she's honest? Although her empty expression seems to fade just a little as she shakes her head. ]
I already know that. But is that really what you came to me to talk about? [ Cruelty sets in her tone, as if asking for him to get to the point. ]
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[He looks physically set back on his heels at the tone of cruelty, raising both hands as if to show that he doesn't mean any harm.]
I... yeah. That's... all I wanted to ask. If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine.
[He can go? There's a part of him that wonders if that sudden set of cruelty is because of what she saw in his folder. Which... he wouldn't be surprised about, even if he doesn't think that's the case.]
Sorry for bothering you.
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[ Her voice settles into something more neutral and even. ]
Sorry, I'm just... tired. [ Well, it's more than that, but it isn't something that she wants to talk about. ] I did want to tell you something, though. I don't know if you've seen it, but - the folder with your motive in it. There was a message for you.
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[There's a weird shiver that goes through his body at the mention that she'd seen his folder, his muscles involuntarily tensing as his eyes dart over her face, looking for any sign of condescension or revulsion.]
...A note? From you?
[?? From his tone, it's pretty clear that he had no idea there was a note.]
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Hah. I'm not that much of an asshole to sneak a note in your room. And if I did, I'd put it the kusamochi. It would be a chibi drawing of myself and an apology letter saying that I took one.
[ INABA THAT'S RUDE ]
... I'm just kidding. [ She relaxes a little, smiling just a little bit. But it's obvious that it's forced. ] But no, it's not from me. It's from your friend. I think you should read it before you get your ass to bed with that girlfriend of yours.
[ I N A B A ]
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[Even the crack about Roxy can't coax a smile to his face, just bit of an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. Where his motive is concerned, he can't get distracted that easily.]
...You... left the folder there, then, right? Are you... going to include it? In your summary of what you found in my room...?
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[ There's a rather lengthy pause before she shakes her head. ]
I won't, unless you want me to. I can be vague about it if that's what you prefer, but I don't get off of revealing other people's secrets. And I don't think right now is the time for you to break down in front of the class.
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[He's quiet at that, shoving his hands in his pockets and taking a deep breath. It's obvious he doesn't exactly know how to respond to that, a bit of a conflicted expression crossing his face. On one hand, it's evidence, and hiding it might make him seem more suspicious. On the other.... it's something he really didn't want anyone to know. Including himself.]
...Thanks, but... if it comes up, don't... hide it for my sake. It's a trial, and... if people get hung up trying to figure out... what my motive could have been, it might distract us away from the true killer.
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Don't worry, I won't. I can at least make it so that it won't hit as hard, but anything after that is up to you to follow it up. I can confirm things if necessary and back you up, but... Well, in any case, I don't think you're the killer, Hinata. And it isn't as if your motive surprised me. Something like that doesn't really matter to me.
[ She just shrugs from where she's sitting, before lips curl into a soft, reassuring smile. ]
Hinata Hajime is Hinata Hajime after all, right? You're you, and you have so many redeeming qualities, regardless. I'm envious of you because of that.
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[He opens his mouth to thank her for not thinking he's the killer, but it's what she says after that that catches his breath in his throat and leaves him mute. Maybe it's the stress, maybe it's the exhaustion, maybe it's just the feeling of being acknowledged, but...
He has to look away sharply when she says that, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Don't look at him, there are no tears in his eyes!!]
I... t-thanks.
[From his voice, it sounds like he has trouble believing that, but... she's kind to say so.]
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It isn't something you should thank me for. I'm just saying it because it's true. I won't treat you any differently, though. I don't think anybody would, either. People like you for who you are, not for your skills or talent, or anything like that. If anybody judges you for your motive, I'll personally flick them in the forehead.
[ Is she kidding or is she serious, who knows. ] But then again, that's because I care. Or maybe it's because I'm never sure if we're friends or not.
I... at least, want to try to be.
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[Again, he can't answer immediately. His talent was supposed to be who he was. It's what he wanted to believe about himself more than anything. That he couldn't remember his talent because of stress, or the bullshit he'd gone through on the island. Not that he'd never had one to begin with.
He's not going to rub at his eyes, though. He refuses to display that kind of weakness in front of her?? Refuses. Instead, he just takes another breath and nods.]
I-I know we... don't always get along. B-but... I'd like.. to think we're friends in spite of that. I-if you still want to be, after learning... what you did.
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I'd really, honestly like to be. Learning what I did does not change anything, got it? You can trust me on that. Besides, I can't judge you or fault for not wanting to tell anyone about it. So it's okay. It doesn't define you, anyway; or at least, that's what I think.
If you ever want to talk though - I'm here to listen. After the trial, though. Probably on Monday.
[ Because you know "death aftershocks" are going to be a problem... ]