#𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻𝕃𝕌𝕊𝕋 // trials

[naivefrenzy-a]

the ground QUAKES, nearly hard enough to knock susie off her feet just as she manages to lead elena to her last means of escape. those doe eyes gazing over at her are enough to make the legionnare blush behind her mask-- why'd they have to meet here of all places?

elena's suggestion is one she probably should take, knowing it'll save her from a little bit of punishment if she at least PRETENDS to try and stop her.

" o-ok..."

raising her weapon, susie closes her eyes and lunges forward with a whimper as she lets the needle covered, splintered piece of wood pierce elena's shoulder. the ground trembling beneath them as susie stumbles back, instantly regretting what she had done.

" i-i'm so sorry- oh god. you have to go- NOW! "

she cries out; her time is nearly up.

“ come on! over here– quick! ” susie calls out through the corn, crackling embers floating all around them as the ground shakes and a long gong echoes through the area. the end game collapse is coming; and she is doing everything she can to lead elena to her escape. “ it’s right here! come on, hurrryyy! "  /  @naivefrenzy​

          she  only  has  about  fifteen  seconds  left  before  the  entity  will  take  her  .  running  as  fast  as  she  can  ,  she  follows  susie  into  the  maze  of  corn  ,  the  timer  ticking  down  faster  and  faster  .  ❛  i’m  coming  !  ❜  elena  calls  from  behind  ,  just  managing  to  catch  up  to  her  and  the  hatch  .  doe  eyes  look  at  the  pink  haired  girl  longingly  ,  wishing  she  could  drag  her  in  with  her  .  ❛  you  should  get  one  more  hit  on  me  before  i  go  ,  c’mon  ,  it’s  okay  .  ❜  she  offers  ,  a  small  smile  on  her  face  ,  wanting  both  of  them  to  have  a  fair  chance  .  

[naivefrenzy-a]

her grip on her ruler TIGHTENS, teeth sinking into her lip behind the wirey mask as she stands across from this survivor. she is right-- someone is MAKING her do this, & she can't keep stalling. not if she doesn't want to be punished.

" i-....it doesn't matter. please...run. "

she doesn't want too; but she has no choice. raising her weapon, the blue haired girl dashes forward, LUNGING at her as they stand in the killers shack.

naivefrenzy·:

@kimuira ;; starter call

“ hey…hey! did you…. just reset that pallet?? ”

she looks at her, OBVIOUSLY confused as she stands just outside the door to the shack. how come no one else had ever done that? come to think of it, susie didn’t recognize this survivor at all.

was she NEW?

she had to be…didn’t she? susie looks between her and the pallet she had proped back up against the small box just inside the door, gripping her weapon tightly as she looks to her again.

“ i…i’ll go you a ten second headstart….but then i HAVE to come get you….i’m sorry…”

sorry?  this  was  the  first  killer  that  had  talked  to  yui,  much  less  apologized.  she  should  run,  but  she  doesn’t  –  glances  from  the  masked  woman  to  the  pallet  and  back.  “  i  did,”  she  answers  in  guarded  english.  hesitates,  sympathy  warring  with  the  desire  to  flee.

“is  someone…making  you  do  this?”

[naivefrenzy-a]

WHO IS THIS GIRL ? & how does she know her name? eyes scan the other girl from head to toe, still unsure of WHO this girl is as she takes a step closer to her. she hadn’t heard anything about any NEW SURVIVORS lately, & she knew for fact she had never seen her before, lead alone personally introduced herself to her.

“ who are you? and how do you know my name?"

head cocked to the side slightly as she keeps a tight grip on the sharpened, splintered ruler in her hand as she looks to the survivor-- was this all some kind of DIVERSION? a TRAP maybe? she looks around quickly, making sure there aren’t any other survivors trying to sneak up on her or anything before taking a step closer to her. she’s CURIOUS now.

@entity-displeased ♡’d for a starter!

FRENZIED. HER HEART RACING– pounding harder and harder with each survivor she sinks her blade into, the entity showing her the bright red outlines of those who weren’t wounded just before the rush of adrenaline wore off– slowing the pink haired girl as she walks up to the rather CONFUSED looking survivor..

what was she doing? didn’t she know what to do? didn’t they ALL know how to fix these damn things? she peers through the pin sized eye holes of her mask at the dark haired girl– there’s something STRANGELY FAMILIAR about her…

[naivefrenzy-a]

dreamsism​:

The mere idea of trusting her for a second seems ridiculous, like a good way of getting taken advantage of. He is not as willing to give the benefit of the doubt as he once was. The expression her face stings but the minute he starts to go for the door he knows she’ll strike him. He looks cornered as he’s struggling to think of what to do, God knows if he’ll be able to find the hatch if he goes for it or she’ll find him first. Her words puts an honest expression of remorse for being unable to believe them, he’s got too soft a heart for this.

His eyes go wide as the door is opened by the girl. There’s no good reason he can think of for her to have done that, gaining hist trust does her no good it’d be easier to just start trying to kill him. There’s no reason other than… no it can’t be that. “Wha-” He’s shoved closer to safety by the woman who should be pulling him away from it. He looks at her. “Why are you helping me?”

" b-because... " she crosses the threshold , into the doorway with him as he looks up at her -- confusion in his eyes as she grits her teeth behind her mask before she decided to just push it OFF all together , letting him see as she looks down at him. " b-because , i-i'm sorry... a-and i don't want to h-hurt you. " the ground shakes VIOLENTLY beneath her feet once more , she stumbles forward a bit , knocking the mask from her hands before she looks back to him again.

" G-GO ! "  she knows what will happen if he doesn’t go now , & she’s CERTAIN he knows as well -- but she opts to ensure he listens to her by stepping forward , hand pressed to his chest ( she can feel the cold metal of the cross necklace he wears against her palm ) to push him through the gateway -- TOO SAFETY. she can see it , the fire -- the one place the survivors can consider their own in this hell , burning in the distance behind him as the entity’s own arms ( or WHATEVER you would call them ) block the threshold from her. quickly the pink haired legionnaire retrieves her mask from the ground , placing it back on before she begins her trip back to the mountain top she called HOME.