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endless_june2015-01-17 11:17 am
independent_dollmaker) wrote in endless_june2015-01-17 11:17 am
June 17th - The Woods, Before Sunrise
[As Alice meets up with the others, she can't help but feel that the woods seem even darker than usual.
Maria's dead. What the hell is going on?]
Do you know anything else about what happened? Why are we out here?
Maria's dead. What the hell is going on?]
Do you know anything else about what happened? Why are we out here?
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After calling both of you I was thirsty and had to finish my drink and then I was here with Alice-san so... I figured it'd be inefficient for me to be the only one making calls, right? Like Alice-san could call Nui-chan, and Maya-chan could call Minako-chan, and Osaka could get a call from...
[a shiver runs down her spine. Shimamoto-san? Ushiromiya-baasan? It's not coming together, just like her wandering off when they infiltrated Seta's house.
She looks to Alice.]
But darn, I guess assuming that was stupid of me, huh?
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It's fine, I'll call her right now.
[Alice pulls out her phone, eyeing the shadows as she dials Nui's number.]
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Whooooooooooooo is interrupting my beauty sleep?! It's, like, four am! This better be good!
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Ah, H-Harime-san, I'm sorry for waking you up... it's just, Maria-chan is... we're in the woods, we're trying to find Maria, and...
[Quick, Alice, fumble more and take more time getting around to explaining yourself, I think it's working]
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Darn. She thought she'd been doing so well, carrying that. True, the knife was an easier, but she had to get in shape. For Ayumu.]
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What's going on?
Alice tries to take stock of the situation. Why is she lying face-first on the ground? Where is all that horrible, horrible pain coming from? Who just stepped over her, towards the other two?
Why can't she feel her legs?
Dots are connecting. They came here because someone died. She was just attacked, and that's...]
O...saka.
[Where is her phone? There it is, looks like it landed nearby. Hopefully Nui can hear her, picking it back up sounds so hard right now.]
Nui, it's... please come... Osaka is...
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And then--a thud? What just--
"O...saka." ]
Alice? What about Osaka, what's happening?
[ And that sure was Alice calling her by her first name. She sounded...injured.
You'd be surprised how fast someone like Nui can get dressed. It was true, she took all the time in the world in the morning, but now she just settles for tugging on a pair of jeans, not even bothering to tie up her hair or put on an eyepatch. Her gut was informing her quite persistently that something was wrong. ]
Are you injured? I'm coming!
[ Of course, if things were proceeding as badly as she thought they might, she'd need to call the police. But if Alice was injured, she'd need her stay on the line. ]
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[That voice is the more predictable Haruhi, shouting even louder, distorted through the nineties speaker]
Osaka did it to Alice-san--
[And that's as long as she can handle this informative role. She swivels on her feet: Shimamoto-san, tired; Haruhi could run but would be leaving her behind. Her rotation takes her back to Osaka soon enough; she's unfettered, heavy bag of books left behind at the train station. The hot drink was drained. Her free hands rise into a stupid pose, though one somewhat well-grounded in first day martial arts.]
Osaka, you are my opponent.
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Okay!
[And she pulls out her Chef's knife and starts advancing on Haruhi.]
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...Nui...
[...tell her what, exactly?
Actually, it doesn't really hurt that bad now, does it?]
...nnnn...
[What was I doing here again?
Hey, I just used her first name, didn't I? And without any honorifics...
Was that too forward of me?
Maybe I should apologize...
Hey, did Minako ever...
Wasn't Minako going to do something?
I'll have to ask her next time I
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[Haruhi forces a smirk. It's too bad she isn't already bleeding. That way a drop could dramatically run down her forehead. Her heart is racing - Alice is in a bad spot for sure now, isn't she? But Nui is currently safe, and Shimamoto-san is out of Osaka's attention.
That knife makes things a little tougher though. She shouldn't swipe at her hands. Kicking her would push Osaka away, back to Shimamoto-san. Her eyes dart down only once, when she considers tripping her over a tree branch, but it's too dark, and Haruhi knows the woods inadequately well.]
Come on, tell me just a little 'bout why you did it? What you had against Maria-chan. I get Seta-kun. He wasn't even invited to your ritual either. And I guess most of us are on to you now. But Maria-chan? Did she find Seta-kun or something?
[She keeps gazes locked with Osaka, pacing backwards.]
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If this is some sort of awful joke, I'm going to kill you three myself!
[ As a foresight, she does nab her parasol and a pair of sewing scissors. It was the best she could manage, re: readily available weapons. Stopping in the kitchen to get a knife would take too long.
So off Nui goes, bolting down the street, past the train tracks, and into the woods as fast as humanly possible, screeching out Alice's and Haruhi's names all the way. ]
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Ayumu needed my help. You're holding her back. How is she supposed to get it together when y'all keep babying her?
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[She sounds it out just like Maria did earlier that night, for the same reason, and persists in a haughtier register working off glimpses of school shoe lockers.]
That's slightly harsh for a grade schooler, Katogawa-san.
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Huh? Who are ya talking about?
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[She was wrong. She doesn't like that. But this is an opening, and heroines take advantage of those.
Haruhi reaches for the knife with both hands, not caring if she grabs blade instead of handle. She has a backup plan.]
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She does no such thing. Clenching her fingers - anywhere for traction. Knock the knife onto the ground, or pull Osaka away by the wrists. Something. She has such a chance, her backup plan might not be necessary.]
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YOU. ARE NOT ALLOWED. TO DO THIS.
She growls angrily as she attempt to push forward with the knife again, potential of Haruhi knocking her down or get ahold of the knife be damned.]
STAY AWAY FROM AYUMU!
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[Haruhi will not butt out. She passed the Overstayed Welcome stage several years ago. The knife gets closer, she can solidly hold the thick part of the blade, blood dampens her hands... and even if she digs in her feet, the knife will probably keep coming closer, won't it.]
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And that's why Osaka is all too eager to drive the knife into her.]
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[Here she is! She's doing it! Taking the knife closer into her body - not letting go of the steel, chunks coming out of her fingers - it's happening. This is the plan: rigor mortis, keep the knife in her hands, Osaka can't take it back. Her elbows are shaking a lot more than she thought they would, though, wow. Same goes for her knees. They give out, and she falls to kneel before Osaka, but there's so much momentum in the front of her body... the rest falls flat onto her back.
She can see the sky through the treetops. A few stars, some identifiable. There's only a little winking moon... and no heavenly river. She'll never make a Tanabata wish again, she realizes, or take Maria trick or treating. No asking Alice's help to make chocolates for Seta and Yamane. No graduation party for Shimamoto-san...
These are all object ideas. Tangible. Typical. Traditional. Fun enough for everyone. Without fun things, Haruhi has never really intended to keep on living. What point is there if you don't get your way? It's not possible for the world to revolve around her. Altair and Vega are too far away for her wishes to have been granted yet, and the ritual... Oh, that ritual... Supernatural phenomena are all crazy people.
The only thing that made them significant... spending time with the others, who she never understood. Maybe when she sees them again later, she'll get to know why Mama Ushiromiya is to be avoided, or how Nui lost her eye, or the real legal name of Osaka.
Her lungs are heavy. Fluid everywhere. Blood blossoms on her white school shirt like a tissue in water.]
See... later...
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No, Ayumu did nothing, the brain reminds her carefully. Osaka did that. And Osaka is just looking out for Ayumu. Her friends didn't really care anyway, Osaka tried to explain. They were holding her back. Laughing at her and her adorable quirks. Why help her get it together when it was so much funnier to watch her suffer? They had to be stopped.
So Ayumu hid while Osaka continued to keep things moving, exactly the way they should be. Good. It was safer there. Better for Ayumu to keep her away from these monsters.
Osaka struggled against the knife, attempting to pull it out to no avail. Dammit. Ruining Ayumu's life to the end. Jerk.]
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hahahaha
she probably should have intervened, shouldn't she
but she can't. she can't even move. terror and horror sit like leaden weights in her stomach and she's glued to the spot. she can't even stand up straight -- she's stood with her back pressed to the trunk of a tree and with the way her legs feel, it's more propping her up than anything. her stomach does a nasty flip and bile rises in her throat.
haruhi, dead. alice, probably dead. and osaka. osaka osaka osaka holding a rock a knife osaka screaming at haruhi osaka alone in the woods at night and oh god the pieces are starting to click together and she's shaking and she's scared and she's so sick and
her breath hitches thickly in her throat and she doesn't even bother trying to cover her mouth before she vomits.
she coughs and chokes and splutters and she's making such an awful noise -- but with the purging of her stomach comes a lifting of the weight on her stomach and suddenly her feet are light, too light, like she's already taking flight
she's useless here. useless if she gets caught and killed but if she can find help, if she runs and finds someone--
and it's with that thought that her feet take off without her permission, dodging around the tree and screaming at the top of her lungs. ]
HELP! SOMEONE, ANYONE, WHOEVER CAN HEAR ME, SOMEONE JUST COME AND HELP, GOD DAMMIT!
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