camppetoskey | WEEK 3

WEEK 3

Another Sunday, another day to rest and recover after trial. The weather is now uncomfortably hot and humid after all the rain - perfect swimming weather, if what happened during the execution didn't put you off from swimming for a good long while.

As before, The RV's have changed, but it might not be the best idea to go and bother them after last week's...well, mistake. Maybe give it a week to rest. Additionally, if anyone tries to play the Wii, they will find that Chloe, Talcott, and Sayama's Miis have disappeared - as well that the machine itself is spitting out some strange music at the home screen and the Mii channel. The games seem unaffected by the musical change, at least - and there's now a copy of Mario Party 9 ready to be played alongside Wii Sports. Try not to murder each other or fling the wiimotes into the tv, alright?

The rest of the camp is the same as always, though now fishing equipment is always left out near the lake and beach, and there's a taped on sign on the slope railing declaring 'DO NOT LEAN ON.' Looks like they finally noticed the hazard that thing could potentially be. The kitchen has been fully scrubbed, the faint scent of lemon wafting in the air. Hm.

Two weeks have gone by, and with it, 6 of your fellow campers are gone. There are only six weeks left - six long weeks, and your chances of making it out dwindle all the time.

Knowing that, what will you do?

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[He'll happily let the disc go, smiling, letting Nine take it from his hands.

The question about his throat though makes him hesitate ever so briefly before frowning, brow furrowed in concern.]

That's a pretty bad bruise, Nine. Did something happen? You should be careful, you don't want to hurt yourself.

Shit.

[ He looks down while his shoulders droop. He doesn't even... ]

What the hell...

[ It confirms it for him. That the dead don't come back better or anything else. ]

[He looks so upset and concerned. Talcott scoots closer, puts an arm around his shoulders.]

It's okay, darlin

Just gotta be a little more careful. Nothing that bad could really happen to you here.

[A bright, blissful smile and slightly vacant eyes.]

Promise!

[ He doesn't fight it when Tal gets closer. It's words Mother would say. Words that would normally make him never question anything. Nine's vision goes blurry with tears. This doesn't feel right.

He leans his head against him, unable to push away, but also unable to do anything else. He sniffs loudly, trying to remind himself that he's not the one who usually cries. The crying was always left to Ace. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I know, baby. I know.

[ Tal isn't really going to come back, is he? ]

[While he likes the cuddling and everything he doesn't like how upset Nine is.]

Hey... what's the matter, darlin?

[Surely he can't be that upset about getting a bruise. Nine's tougher than that.]

Nine?

[ Nine just raises his head as he looks at him. Brushing his fingers against his cheek. ]

It's fine. I'm... I'm fine yo.

[ It's just raining inside of the lodge. ]

Hey, remember when we got busted by Stan?

[ Trying it again. ]

[One cheek still marred by that scar, a bullet that nearly found it's home in his skull when he was 11, the other now striped with stone from the lake-cats claws.

Nothings safe to touch. Sorry Nine.]

Busted... I don't think asking you to go with him fishing counts as getting "busted".

Even if we were playing a game. It's fine. You were winning anyway.

[A smile, a sigh.] I've never been good at rummy.

[ Nope nope nope.

He moves his hand to chest, almost to push him away. Instead he just yanks him close to give him a tight bear hug. Pressing a kiss against his hair as he takes in a deep shuddering breath. ]

Yeah, I was winning. I lost this weekend, yo. I lost big time.

[ And he doesn't know how to deal. He lost the only thing that was home here, and this is really hitting it home. He didn't know Lillith that well and didn't know how bad it was...

But now he does. ]

I have to go check something out. We can play some more games when I'm back.

[Talcott falls into the hug with a small, startled sound. He doesn't have time to return it because Nine kisses his hair and he pulls back, hands on the blond's arms, holding him a distance away. He looks like he should be blushing, it's a gesture Nine would recognize, but no color comes to his cheeks.

There's no blood to color them.]

You know the rules. [Scolding and scandalized followed by a soft tsk.] No kissing.

[Talcott's not going to stop him from leaving though, just smiling softly after him, waiting until he's halfway out of the chapel before he realizes something.]

If you want to get others together, we can play euchre! [Shy but smiling.] We can be partners.

[ It reminds him when they first were teasing which lead into flirting. There's a moment where he wants to remind him they have gone further than that. That he almost...

He wished he did. Wish they could have gotten away with further.

Nine is muttering under his breath, already feeling anger again at everything. Then he hears Tal calling after him. He stops and then pulls down the bill of his hat. He should tell him no. Should stop this but...]

Yeah, we can. You'll have to teach me the rules, yo.

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