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If It Bleeds, It Leads; (Private)
Topic Started: Jan 10 2017, 05:48 PM (1,033 Views)
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((Clarice Halwood continued from Why We Fight.))

People did follow her. Clarice didn’t know if that was smart of them, but she wasn’t going to say no. Maybe it was even good, to be accompanied by people she didn’t have mixed feelings for right now.

Now, if only she knew what the fuck she was doing.

She was just wandering around, if she was totally honest. Wandering around in a way that suggested purpose. And she had a purpose, she just... couldn't figure out the method.

They'd stopped for the night and taken turns keeping watch. Clarice hadn't spent most of that time sleeping. She'd just laid there and stared at the sky, and tried to figure out what to do.

She'd had some bizarre temporary notion that the radio tower might help, so once the announcements had played she'd started to head towards there. Insisting that it could help, perhaps. Or that it was a good a start as any. She didn’t have much hope that they’d work. The terrorists wouldn’t be that stupid. Even so, her brain just kept tickling. She felt like there was a solution on the tip of her tongue, she just couldn't quite find it.

The announcements were a distraction. Kimiko had murdered again. And not just anyone. She’d murdered Caleb, someone that was a friend of hers. That just didn’t… it didn’t mix with what had happened yesterday. Or had Kimiko only not taken the chance to kill Clarice because she’d been outnumbered and outgunned?

“What are you doing?” Clarice had muttered to herself.

And now her brain was all off-kilter again. Shit. It didn’t matter. Well, it did. But Clarice couldn’t be thinking of that now. Was it because of that focus that the rest of the announcements didn’t sting as much as the prior days? Or was that just the fifth stage of grief?

The announcements faded, and they approached the radio tower. It was safe now. Clarice just walked in without asking the others to fiddle with the control panel. She wasn't really sure if they said anything about the announcements. It was a struggle to focus. She felt warm, for some reason. Slightly light-headed. Sweat trickling down her face. She dismissed it as after-effects of the rain and lack of sleep, and ignored the persistent itch in the axe wound in her shoulder.
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There were questions. Was she okay? How could she be okay? How could anyone be okay here? Clarice didn’t respond, and suddenly Nancy was there and Jennifer was moving and a gun was being held out to Clarice. It looked just a little too shiny, and there was too much noise.

Clarice took the gun without really thinking about it. She’d never fired a gun. Never touched a gun. And the power to end the conflict in front of her was just in her hands. She raised the gun. Her shoulder twisted, tore, and Clarice felt fresh wetness and new pain overlapping the old.

But it was life or death, and Clarice couldn’t let it be death. Not yet.

“Jennifer, get out of the way!” she yelled. Her voice cracked and it sounded exhausted, stretched beyond its limits just in that shout.

Fuck Nancy. Fuck people like her and Isabel and Kimiko and Conrad for making this game continue.

Clarice aimed.

But she didn’t fire.
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(Skipping and some GMing of Kizi approved.)

Jennifer would not get out of the fucking way. She seemed to be doing her utmost best to be in the way. She was bleeding, and dying, and it was fucking happening all over again. The most practical thing, at this stage, would be to shoot. To shoot through Jennifer and get Nancy in her twisted, murderous face.

But Clarice wasn’t going to do that. Kizi wasn’t going to do that. She didn’t know Bart that well, but given Jennifer, given Kizi, she suspected he wouldn’t, either.

Clarice lowered the gun, shoving it back into Kizi’s hands. Even with all that was happening, there was a little wandering thought about whether she did that so she wouldn’t shoot, or so that Kizi might.

“Run. RUN!”

Jennifer had Nancy pinned. That was the only option. And this was the only chance.

Clarice grabbed Kizi’s arm with her good one, and yanked her past Nancy. Past Jennifer. Clarice didn’t—couldn’t—look back. She’d seen this before, she knew where it was going.

“Run!” she yelled at Bart before continuing to try and flee. She kept a hand clamped on Kizi’s arm.

Kizi was coming with her, whether she wanted to or not, because Clarice wasn’t going to see Kizi’s kindness murder her. Not like Harold.

((Clarice Halwood continued in Death Is The Only Freedom...))
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