at some point datz ends up at the vending machines since the convenience store's a smoldering crime scene now, but then he just kind of stands there because nothing looks any good at the moment and he doesn't know what the hell he thought he wanted when he came over here anyway. ]
[ The atmosphere in Fox house is off. Not only is Norma not there, all of the Foxes have found themselves holed up in their respective rooms. It's nothing like the bright communal warmth that Ponta had grown so used to in the last two weeks. So even as he hadn't planned on leaving his room at all until trial, the silence drives him outside anyway.
Maybe moving his feet will do him some good? Maybe.
And before he really knows it, he arrives at the vending machine, to stare at the labels that ring so familiar to him. He doesn't even like coke that much, but... Cota, what would you do?
Only he's not the first one here. Ponta has no smile in greeting today. ]
[ ah. he steps aside out of the way so that he's not blocking any of the machines when he's no closer to figuring out what he wants. instead he leans against the side of one of them, crossing his arms... and sighs. ]
...Yeah, same. Norma had a big presence, can't be easy to miss that.
...Man. I don't get it. They're both clever girls; if they woke up in a situation like that after last week, I have a hard time believing either of 'em would do something that reckless.
[ A thought occurs to him, that maybe they didn't want to draw the danger towards the group of sleepers they were staying with, but... Maybe that is too generous an interpretation. ]
And at least one of us still standing did this to them. This time, I doubt it was an accident.
[ honestly it's the best guess. it's what he would have done; he could see chiemi doing the same. he gave her a chance to stay out of jail last week and she chose to punch a cop instead. ]
Probably not both of 'em, at least. I still wouldn't be surprised if whoever's pullin' the strings and makin' these stupid rules and everything manipulated the situation somehow, though.
Don't know if that'd make it feel better or worse.
[ it'd be less of a betrayal, but then they'd be stuck executing someone who just got pushed into a bad situation again. ]
Some kinda hallucination, maybe? Making 'em think they were seeing something else? I mean, they sure messed around with my head last week — making me hear things that weren't there and miss seeing things that were.
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at some point datz ends up at the vending machines since the convenience store's a smoldering crime scene now, but then he just kind of stands there because nothing looks any good at the moment and he doesn't know what the hell he thought he wanted when he came over here anyway. ]
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Maybe moving his feet will do him some good? Maybe.
And before he really knows it, he arrives at the vending machine, to stare at the labels that ring so familiar to him. He doesn't even like coke that much, but... Cota, what would you do?
Only he's not the first one here. Ponta has no smile in greeting today. ]
Hey. ...my condolences.
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...Yeah, same. Norma had a big presence, can't be easy to miss that.
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Once he has the coke in his hands and opened, he doesn't feel much like drinking it though. ]
I was just with her... Before we all feel asleep, she was at the grocery store eating marshmallows with us. Now she's gone.
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[ ... ]
Emi was out at the park with us last night too. ...I told her she should come. That it'd probably be safer since Goldie was gonna be there with us.
[ he knows maybe it wouldn't have made a difference anyway, but he's still going to be beating himself up over it for a long while. ]
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I wonder if it even matters.
[ His voice sounds a little hollow. ]
We were nine people, holed up in the staff room to stay out of sight. She could have just pretended to be asleep and blended in. Yet she's dead.
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[ A thought occurs to him, that maybe they didn't want to draw the danger towards the group of sleepers they were staying with, but... Maybe that is too generous an interpretation. ]
And at least one of us still standing did this to them. This time, I doubt it was an accident.
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Probably not both of 'em, at least. I still wouldn't be surprised if whoever's pullin' the strings and makin' these stupid rules and everything manipulated the situation somehow, though.
Don't know if that'd make it feel better or worse.
[ it'd be less of a betrayal, but then they'd be stuck executing someone who just got pushed into a bad situation again. ]
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[ Ponta does... not sound convinced. He's furious at whoever did this, manipulation be damned. ]
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Yeah... I've been weird too. I re-stacked everything in my room, as if I couldn't help it.