WEEK 7 - Execution

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (7)

sunday EXECUTION (24) survivors As voting comes to an end, a song filters in played so loud that it becomes distored and fragmented. If a participant checks their datapad, they will see the the victim and suspect chosen by majority's pictures displayed. If they attempt to scroll, they will see a list of characters and their votes in alphabetical order.

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EXECUTION

[al2955]

[ Shelley's goodbyes are said, and then, at once, she collapses to the floor. Her face does not bear a hint of emotion, and her body is limp, unmoving.

It takes a moment, but the holographic screen flicks on. This time, the screen shows a logo, and it looks quite dated, as if ripped right from the 70's. However, it's also difficult to read: the letters are strange. The corner of the screen reads "A BOB CROWLEY PRODUCTION".

The view pans over a mansion littered with overgrown weeds. An orange glow eminates from within the largest window on the highest point, wavering to and fro; a fire must be crackling. The tall, gothic gates creak open and a bat spreads it's wings, and then proceeds to leap off the gate, flying away.

Shelley enters the screen from the bottom right corner, stepping forward with a determined gait. She regards the mansion with a curious gaze before making her decision to continue on. The scene changes with the sound of bats flapping their wings and screeching, cutting to the inside of the mansion.

As she steps deeper into the foyer, the view pans upward, showing that... the foyer is a stage, actually. Shelley steps up a spiral staircase and as she does, the artificial lighting reflects against several strings. They tug at Shelley's limbs, urging her onward. The audience, full of bizarre creatures, laugh as a distressed expression makes its way across her face. She jerks backwards as she comes to the top of the stairs, as if trying to get away, but the strings attached to her limbs pull. She continues on. The audience laughs louder, harder.

It's a hallway. A hallway full of doors and doors, and they're all shut. Shelley's strings are tugged forward. She has no choice but to march toward the first door.

Yakety Sax ensues as a chase scene begins.

Or it should be a chase scene, but there's a crucial part of that equation missing: someone chasing her. Shelley runs in a door and then another opens and she runs out of that door, into the next, from door to door to door. Nothing is chasing her. She fights against the strings, but the puppeteer's strings hold true. She's forced to repeat this as the audience laughter grows so loud that the speakers seem like they might go out and the screen begins to flicker. The camera pans to the audience -- they're thoroughly enjoying the show.

Shelley opens the final door, and fire bursts forward. She fights the strings and manages to cover her face. The camera curls round to the side of the door. A hand reaches around and snatches Shelley, pulling her forward, into the room. White noise plays as the door slams shut, and the lock turns. The audience continues the laugh.

Smoke billows out from under the door, and the feed cuts out. ]

[missmaladroite]

[she watches this with her fists clenched at her side and glassy eyes, then immediately storms off the second she's able to]

[someone's buttmad!!!]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ This is pretty disgusting to watch, but believe him, he keeps his eyes on the entirety of the so-called video showering in front of their very eyes. Looking away would be disgraceful to both parties who died-- Fumi and Shelley, after all. It feels surreal, however, because he remembered before this trial, the woman seemed so full of hope -- then that was all dashed when the motive came.

It doesn't change that she killed an innocent, and that he's still angry that she did. He never had any words of sympathy or pity for her -- he thought they were unnecessary and the true intent was to make oneself feel better than the ones truly victimized.

As the laughter ensues at one portion, he feels truly sick.

He'll rise to his feet as soon as its finished and leave swiftly. }