WEEK 5

[petoskeymods]

WEEK 5

After the excitement and near-death episode on Sunday, it's almost a relief that Monday comes with only two new zombie friends. Maybe try to make it through this week without getting hurt, hmm? The healers can only do so much.

It's starting to get warm again, and while the temperature itself isn't too unbearable, it's the humidity that's killer. The stormy weather from last week has left plenty of water in the air, and with no air conditioning outside of certain locations (read: Red and Stan's rooms) it's going to be miserable. Swimming might be the best way to cool off.

The WiiU remains, and in addition to the current games there is now a copy of 'Super Smash Bros. Brawl' for you to play! It's even got all the hidden characters unlocked. Have fun! Additionally, Kanji and Lance are now gone from the Mii menu, and a new Mii has appeared. If selected for use, it will just stand there and stare at the screen, like it's staring into the soul of whoever is playing.

In addition to all of this, there is a sense of anxiety around the camp. A 'calm before the storm', so to speak. Something's going to happen this week, and that feeling of dread just can't be shaken.

16 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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Monday

[finalguard]

a.) bathroom
[ Anyone coming into the bathroom in the early morning may find Boa standing in front of the mirror, shaking, with his fingers digging into the palm of his hand. ]

M-my eyes... No... Nonono.... Get it out of me! Get it out of my head!!

[ That last phrase comes out almost as a screech. Someone's not taking visual confirmation of his eyes changing very well. ]

b.) grassy field
[ As usual, Boa is exercising most of the morning. Only this time, it has a desperation to it that hasn't been seen since he tried to sport the sickness out of his body in the first week. Occasionally he looks to the side in panic, as if something is watching him from there.

Boa will only stop training after he's fallen and collapsed at least thrice, so yeah. That's most of the day for him. ]

c.) cabin 3
[ After that horrid day of draining, a Boa with bruises on his arms and hands and knees can be found in his bunk, which he won't be leaving anymore, not even to get food. ]

C

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie comes into the cabin with a roll of duct tape. he'll start patching up the cracks in the wall near his bunk, starting at the top where Soma used to sleep. he glances down at Boa and notices all those bruises]

... did somebody do that to you?

[finalguard]

[ Boa shakes his head slowly, before actually looking up to meet look at Richie. When he sees the duct tape, he feels immensely appreciative. Nobody looking in? Sounds great. ]

No, I just overdid it... I thought... I don't even know. I think I'm seeing things.

[trashmouthtozier]

Me too. I keep ...

Is it eyes? Are you seeing eyes? If you're seeing eyes, too, what if they're real?

[finalguard]

[ Eyes...? ]

No, it's... mostly Silver Eye. One of the, hm, overseers at the Snake Pit. A person, the eye part is just a title.

[trashmouthtozier]

Oh. ... So the ones I'm seeing probably aren't real then.

[he sighs in relief]

I guess that's something.

This Silver Eye, was he a total jackass? [he gets up and comes to sit next to Boa]

[finalguard]

... I guess so. He was just doing as ordered though. We all were.

[ Boa is starting to realize more and more that he may have more in common with the military types in camp than with the people his actual age. Strange. ]

I know he isn't here, but feeling watched by him is like... if I'm weak, I'll be kicked out or die. That kind of feeling.

[ ... ]

Not that camp was much different to start with.

[trashmouthtozier]

Like Red and Stan.

[that thought gives him pause. he sighs.]

That's a shitty feeling. Being around Bowers and his goons made me feel like that. Like I was gonna get beat up or messed with just because I wasn't like them, all tough and shit.

[saying that makes something occur to him]

If this guy was supposed to be your leader, and that's how he tried to get you to be better at, like, Beyblades? He was a really shitty coach.

b

[bladeisme]

[Listen. While Ichigo may be struggling like the rest of them - even though it's a little...easier for him to ignore the paranoia and anxiety due to having an intrusive voice in his head 24/7, he's still as fucked up as all of them are.

And running does feel like a good way to get the awful, creeping feeling of being watched off of his skin...

But as he approaches, he sees Boa fall - and runs to his side without thinking, reaching down to touch him.]

Hey! You alright?

[finalguard]

[ Instinctively, Boa flinches away from the grasp, panting heavily. He can get up on his own, he has to get up on his own, that's just...

... but he's not in the Snake Pit. He's at the camp, nobody here cares about any of that. His expression softens as he remembers this and he nods. ]

... y-yeah. Just... training...

[bladeisme]

[Ichigo sees the flinch - but doesn't stop holding out his hand, still looking concerned.]

Training's alright, but...you're overdoing it. Why don't you go sit down at the pavilion?

[finalguard]

N-no... [ His headshake is vigorous. ]

I can't stop. Breaks aren't allowed. I've done this many times before, it's fine...

C

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie's sitting on his own bunk, his back pressed against the wall. His eyes wider than normal as he fiddles with his slingshot]

What the fuck happened to you?

[finalguard]

... fell.

[ Twice... thrice... maybe punched the ground a bit too. ]

It's just not my day.

[itsagazebo]

[He lifts an eyebrow]

How many times?

[Shaking his head, he rubs a hand over his face]

Yeah... yeah I don't think it's any of ours.

[finalguard]

Thrice.

[ And one of those he passed out for like half a minute. WHICH IS FINE. PROBABLY. ]

I just wanted to forget about the rock in my head for a bit.

[itsagazebo]

"Thrice?"

[He lifts an eyebrow but it actually brings the smallest of smiles to his lips]

Dude, I don't think I ever knew someone who'd talk like that in real life. [...] But... uh... yeah I don't blame you.

[finalguard]

Huh...? Oh. Three times, thrice, however you want it.

[ A small weary smile. ]

Not even yesterday went as planned and today is a disaster. Can't we just get a proper break sometime?

[itsagazebo]

[He sighs and nods]

I know, right? What was that you were saying about Sundays being safe?

a

[soylentprotag]

[Ah, yes, the wonderful discovery that their eyes have now changed in color and composition and shape. Lenka had been distracted with it before Boa had come in, gripping at the sink while he stared at his own reflection; distracted enough that he had barely registered someone else coming in until Boa started screaming.

That makes him whip around in surprise, all muscles tensing for an attack of some kind, the need for defense. It takes him another moment to process exactly what Boa is yelling.]

... Boa. Boa, listen to me. [he'll come closer, stopping within touching distance but no closer] It's always been there. We still have time.

[His voice manages to be steady, somehow.]

[finalguard]

[ The steadiness of Lenka's voice helps a little, but Boa's still in panic mode and can't immediately surface from it. ]

I can see it!! I can see the stone in my eyes, in-- shit, your eyes too...

[ It's coming to the surface, consuming them whole and they still haven't found a single hint as to removing it... They can't fight back, it's not an enemy that can be fought at all, it's just a ticking time bomb in their brains... and Boa is so very very very afraid. ]

[soylentprotag]

[He understands. He does.

The reason he can keep relatively steady now is because he's been through this whole rigmarole already. Becoming something you're not. Little things changing, the range of your senses and the color of your eyes and the quality of the way people look at you and the way you look at yourself. He's familiar with these mornings in the mirror.

So Lenka comes a little closer, up to the sink, and keeps talking.]

Yes. You can. It's showing itself a little more, so we can see it. The better we can see it, the better we can fight it. Boa-- [he doesn't tell him what he told himself, back home, because everything here is different and so he has to be too] --There have been survivors of this camp. There always have been. It'll be all right.

[finalguard]

[ That does help. Boa goes silent for a bit, trying to steady his breathing into deep long inhales and exhales. He's tense still, very tense, but reality is calling and it's calling in Lenka's voice. ]

... you're right. We just have to be among them. That's all.

[ And normally he doesn't call his ability to reach that into question. Since week one he's been radiating confidence to get through anything, but.. this morning...

He stares at his feet. ]

... I'm still afraid. I don't know what to do.

[soylentprotag]

[Sometimes you're confident even in murder camp -- for many of them, it's because they hadn't been able to face up to the reality yet. For others, it's because they've been through what they imagined was worse, until they found out exactly how much worse this was. And still others -- you fake it till you make it.

Lenka's still not sure which of the categories (if not all) he himself falls into, but he remembers Boa the first week, training through everything (and perhaps every week after, the same, just like many of the rest of them). Keep moving, so you don't have time to examine the cracks too hard.]

Then be afraid. Fear lets you know how to survive. You just have to know what to be afraid of, and what to use against the fear. Even if you don't know what to do, that's enough for now.

[finalguard]

[ 'Fear lets you know how to survive.'

Those words shoot straight through Boa directly into his heart. If there was anything he needed to hear, it was this. Fear and weakness, he'd let them be equals in his mind. If he's afraid of loss, then that means he has accepted the possibility of losing. Then it means he will lose. Boa had done everything he could to suppress that kind of feeling.

Lenka's given him a bridge to connect back to this part of himself that he has cut off. It's a small and unstable bridge, but Boa is desperate to cross it and be able to look at himself again.

He raises his head and nods, shaky but notably more determined. ]

Alright. Surviving... that's what I'm good at.