trial #2 - execution

[judgejudy]

DAY 4 (evening) Complex Population: 32 At 7PM, a tone rings out, but it's not Judy's voice that filters out over the intercom. "TALLYING VOTES. . ." The voice is mechanical and robotic, and a pause lingers in the air. It seems that the voting system is run by some kind of AI. "CONSENSUS REACHED. MAJORITY VOTE. TIE. RESULT 1. LARA CROFT. STATUS: INNOCENT. LARA, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." There's the sound of clicking, and Lara will receive a very sharp shock to their ankle monitor. If they don't step into the judgement room, the shock will increase in strength every ten seconds until they're unconscious. Regardless, the voice continues to drone on. "RESULT 2. LUKE CASTELLAN, EMPLOYEE ID VTSCI62271053. STATUS: INNOCENT. LUKE, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." Luke receives the same treatment, and finally, the last player is decided in the same way: "DESIGNATING EXECUTIONER. . . ELIZABETH. ELIZABETH, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." — ic rulebook character statuses character profiles votes

Comments

[tearable]

[ She tried and no one shall blame her for anything. She feels a tiny victory but Lara is dying - or dead, so no one wins. No one fucking wins. She showed pity to him once - a smartass kid with a pair of shoes stuck with people. She thought...she thought he could be someone she could rely on but she held her guard up enough to avoid that.

He rams her into the ground with a good harsh thud and she hits the ground, scrambling backwards until she screams out. The axe hits her knees and it may only slice a little, but no - as he pins her down the axe slams down and causes her to sob out in an anguished shout of pain. Elizabeth's wrist is broken and it sends pain coursing through her arm. ]

Stop it! S-Stop! Why?!

[ Was all she yelped out. She can barely focus to spread her legs enough to try and leverage his weight against him. Her skirt tears up the side and instead, it gives her access to something else. A reminder of what she needed - the waistline of her skirt. She shoots her free hand down frantically gripping onto the scalpel she fashioned onto her outfit at all times since the first day. Elizabeth grips it, fumbling a bit before securing it and -


stabbing it right into the side of Luke's neck. It wasn't particularly the cut she wanted but she's panicked, sobbing with her own tears streaming down her face. She hits a vein, whatever one that is - she can't quite remember a textbook when she's underneath a guy trying to kill her. ]

I'm surviving.

[ Was all she said as she tried to push him off of her with the scalpel sticking from his neck. ]

[chiseler]

[And that's it. One tiny mistake, one little flaw he never predicted. That's his downfall. It's like...it's like fighting Ares all over again, being too confident in his skill.

But it should say a lot when he doesn't even try to stop her and he rolls onto his back with the scalpel driven into a vein. There's a lot of blood. It takes a moment to realize it's his own, and he closes his eyes so he doesn't have to watch. This is how he's going to die. Irreparable damage.

It's not a quick death, but it will be the longer he bleeds out. He cracks open an eye and looks at her, glancing at the window again before looking at Elizabeth.]

We were all trying to, Elizabeth. Maybe you should try and make sure the important ones do. [Adam. Alvin. Angel. Rhys, Jack, Bigby, Alice, herself, people that were kind to him, people he thought...maybe they could be okay. But it doesn't matter. He played his part. That's all he says though and his face goes slack as he waits to bleed out, breathing coming to a complete stop shortly after.]