[He's up at 2am, a usual routine by now... but oddly enough, a certain demon is slipping out to the hammock area rather than to the buffet. The hammocks themselves are abandoned, the redhead deciding instead to drop down wearily into the grass in a space free from the overhead foliage of trees, eyes trained up towards the sky.
His stomach isn't shutting up. This is also routine. But at least he's kept it out of the cabana for a little while, taking up a handful of grass and idly plucking it into his mouth.]
There must be another way to break free without giving in to the island's demands. I don't know the answer, but I refuse to believe that this is a cycle that cannot be broken.
I do not know how I feel about cooperation, but killing them when they have the most knowledge seems like a good way to keep us trapped here for eternity.
Yeah. A small chance at getting more information is better than just burning that chance before it started. I get why people want to. But even rebellion doesn't have to go that far.
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Well. Sometimes, that is.
[His arms cross across his stomach with a firm exhale against the night air.]
I don't understand enough to feel like I'm making a right or wrong decision on how to view it all. So until that changes, I'm going to focus on what's most important to me.
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WEEK 1 - SUNDAY
His stomach isn't shutting up. This is also routine. But at least he's kept it out of the cabana for a little while, taking up a handful of grass and idly plucking it into his mouth.]
Kicks door down
Demon.
[ ...no, that doesn't feel appropriate for someone who was clearly upset over everything that happened. ]
Beelzebub. You are up late again.
screams
Oh. No, he knows that scent.]
Xiao.
What happened to the bathtub?
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[ And the bathtub isn't very comfortable.
He will go ahead and jump down from the tree and land near Beel; he keeps his distance, and puts his back up against a tree trunk.
You caused quite a scene earlier.
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They're toying with us, making it a game. I want to believe it's more complicated than they're saying. But I don't like it.
[He rips another handful of grass up.]
I got a little angry.
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There are most likely layers to what they have been telling us. Nothing is ever as it seems. ... What do you plan on doing, from here on?
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[He nibbles on the handful iofgrass as his eyes trace the sky, unfamiliar stars.
What would "he" find up there in the shapes, if he were here?]
...
I want to find a way back. Someone's counting on me.
I don't know if I believe that killing anyone will be the answer. But it's not helping to panic.
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[ He closes his eyes, tilts his head downward. ]
There must be another way to break free without giving in to the island's demands. I don't know the answer, but I refuse to believe that this is a cycle that cannot be broken.
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Rebellion's always an option, if talking won't work and change won't come. It's just probably going to come with its own sorts of sacrifices.
I guess these administrators might know that, though.
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I do not know how I feel about cooperation, but killing them when they have the most knowledge seems like a good way to keep us trapped here for eternity.
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[...]
Well. Sometimes, that is.
[His arms cross across his stomach with a firm exhale against the night air.]
I don't understand enough to feel like I'm making a right or wrong decision on how to view it all. So until that changes, I'm going to focus on what's most important to me.