seaside_cherry | (no subject)

[Placing her hands against the glass, feeling around for any kind of crack or seam or weakpoint they can exploit]

[there isn't anything or any damage happening—and usually, thorfinn would continue on and bash at it until he's bloodied and exhausted, but sooner than later he stops abruptly.]

Ffffuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck. . .

[Melody has been beaten down by trauma games far less and isn't giving up despite lack of evidence!!]

Leif, stay calm and help me. We have to get out of here.

We can't. It's personae magic or whatever magic, it never works.

We've hardly tried anything.

You got any weapons to spare?

Other than the knife she gave us? No, so we have to think. Every prison has a weakness, we just have to find it.

Yeah, have fun. I'm gonna be over here figuring out what the shit to do when she asks us for an answer.

[Not looking up from where she's searching]

You're not dying.

[snorts] No shit.

So don't worry. If it comes to it, we already have our decision.

Wow, I'm so glad you agree with me. And by that you'd better be talking about bein' the 50% that gave enough to make it out of it with the both of us alive! Otherwise, you can go right back to shutting up and fucking off for the next hour.

[Whirls on him, storming over and getting up in his face]

You have absolutely no right to tell me what to do with my life when you've been so disinterested in it. So what if I die? I'm not letting someone else be killed to save my own skin. If you're not going to help then you be the one to shut up.

[completely unfazed, with cold eyes and a hardened look] The only thing I give a shit about is whether your—[a jab at her]—heart's still beatin' and all the blood in your body stays there. I don't have time to give a fuck about anything else; so long as you wear that color, you're not dying, whether that means someone else is losin' an arm or losin' a life.

If you wanna bitch about that, go right ahead! I don't care. Want to go have fun with the wall? Knock yourself out! At the end of this game, there's gonna be two beatin' hearts in here and I don't give a shit about whether that bothers you or not.

[Tears her jacket off and throws it in his face]

[catches it with a snort]

When I first got here, you didn't want anything to do with me. You said that us wearing the same colour didn't mean anything, that I didn't have anything to do with you and my concern didn't mean anything. My concern doesn't have anything to do with the colour of our clothes. But if you're changing your mind here because you can't be bothered to try, then that's even less reason to listen to someone so fickle.

Because it doesn't! That's completely different—I can take care of my fucking self! If I weren't here, I bet you'd let yourself die because you're that much of a self-sacrificial dumbass!

You wanna try? Go ahead! Try to break that! It's never worked before, it's not gonna work now and I've got better things to do than spending every fucking game trying to get myself out and every fucking game throwing a damned tantrum about the situation!

Better things like sitting there moping and cursing and refusing to fight at all.

No. [snappishly, shaking his head like i can't believe i have to deal with this] Just go back to looking for whatever weakness you think there is there.

[You know what fine. I will!! BECAUSE YOU ARE DUMB AND TALKING TO YOU IS DUMB.]

[yeah talking to you is equally dumb!!!! and i'm talking to someone else anyway.]

[Oh hell no]

Leif. I said no.

Don't start with me. This is a game.

A game I have no interest in winning.