[ Molly, who'd just been chillin', gives a bit of a start when the pole whacks the tree near his head like that, but he can't exactly argue this isn't normal for him either. This is probably a regular occurrence. ]
[ he is still right even if he is being frowned at!!]
Oh yes. That's the worst part. When you're trying to figure it out and someone's near tears telling you you're a monster for looking. I don't want to look!
[ He pushes his hands through his hair at this point. ]
If I could let anyone get away with it, I would. I fucking-- hate this thing. Of having to dig up the godsawful truth about everything. It's not as if they're in their right minds, and if they were, they've still got a knife to the throat of someone you love.
... So anyway, hitting things right now is a good idea, and maybe I should too.
...Yes. As much as I feel we are responsible for finding the truth behind these crimes... it is so designed to turn us against each other. To feel hurt for being accused—to doubt one another at every turn.
[ trial is the worst! more softly, ]
For what it is worth, I do not think you are wrong for looking. Sometimes, culprits want to be found. And the ones that don't, well... we ought to find them anyway. For the sake of our hostages.
[ even if it ends up being like clementine where no one wanted to vote for her. ]
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w2 ; sunday
it would be nice, to be normal for 2 seconds. ]
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Got to get it out somehow, I suppose.
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Ah! My sincerest apologies, Mollymauk.
[ Too lost in his thoughts to notice a long purple man. ]
...But yes, I am trying to loose some restless energy. I imagine we all are today.
[ Scapegoat hours... ]
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[ He turns his thumbs around each other in his lap, pulling his mouth to one side. ]
I think people just voted for him because he was being an arse.
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I'd hope not... though I have little room to talk, having voted for him myself.
[ he looks pretty ashamed of this, eyes darting to the ground. frustrated, ]
It is true that some of the others made a more emotional appeal, but I loathe how trial can essentially become people begging for their lives.
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Oh yes. That's the worst part. When you're trying to figure it out and someone's near tears telling you you're a monster for looking. I don't want to look!
[ He pushes his hands through his hair at this point. ]
If I could let anyone get away with it, I would. I fucking-- hate this thing. Of having to dig up the godsawful truth about everything. It's not as if they're in their right minds, and if they were, they've still got a knife to the throat of someone you love.
... So anyway, hitting things right now is a good idea, and maybe I should too.
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...Yes. As much as I feel we are responsible for finding the truth behind these crimes... it is so designed to turn us against each other. To feel hurt for being accused—to doubt one another at every turn.
[ trial is the worst! more softly, ]
For what it is worth, I do not think you are wrong for looking. Sometimes, culprits want to be found. And the ones that don't, well... we ought to find them anyway. For the sake of our hostages.
[ even if it ends up being like clementine where no one wanted to vote for her. ]
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