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The golden ticket isn't so golden anymore. You're dead. Congratulations. The happy life of candy and sweets has brought you to a sort of limbo where you cannot rest but only observe the despair that awaits.

Friendship? ( closed starter: Yuka Suzuki and James Moss )

She couldn’t help but stare at him… he was just so pitiful. ’ How the Hell did someone like him murder someone else in such a brutal way.’ Yuka thought to herself as she looked at James from a distance. She hadn’t tried to talk to other dead students, she didn’t know them and desperately needed time to calm down about being dead, now she began to feel lonely and James seemed lonely too. Yuka debated in her head for a while on whether or not she should talk to him ‘He’s a freaking killer, he doesn’t deserve sympathy! But did he really mean to kill her? The motive did mess with him a lot… Hm even if he didn’t mean to kill her talking to him may be pointless, I don’t think think he can do more then whimper!’ She glanced at James ‘… Still he just looks so freaking sad… and lonely’ Yuka eventually went over to James and waved at him somewhat awkwardly ” Er… your James right? I’m not sure if you remember me, i’m Yuka Suzuki one of the first people to die. Anyway you wanna hangout or something?” ‘This is only gonna end badly.’ she thought to herself as she attempted to start a conversation. 

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Apr 20th / 9 notes

To be honest, it took him awhile to stop shaking after he woke up dead. The blood had stopped rushing down his face and onto his chest. The horrible mind numbing pain even ceased but it left him with nothing but a clump in his mouth, a nub of what use to be a tongue. He felt his mouth and his throat. He still remembered the warm liquid that fell down both inside and outside his throat. He remembered it clearly and when he did, he spent another good chunk of time sobbing. He wanted to apologize to Shiori but any words that came out of his mouth were completely incomprehensible. They were muffled and sounded more like the groans of a dying animals than a small boy’s attempt to communicate. 

So, he had gone off for a bit to sit and think about what he did. He watched the events unfold and just felt even worse. He didn’t feel angry at Lacey for what she did. It seemed understandable but still… he wished no one would have had to die again after he did. He wished his was the final one. 

He let out a soft sigh as he got up to go and try and communicate again, knowing it was almost hopeless in his sad condition. 

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Lacey’s execution reaction

A young girl in a tattered, burned, ash-stained outfit watched as her former cabin-mate Lacey along with her falcon and her other former cabin-mates boyfriend’s corpse were tossed away into the incinerator. The dead violinist hadn’t been paying attention to the others since her death until now, the ghost girl had finally become bored of moping around and doing nothing all day and decided to go watch Jp and Hideaki’s trial. ” Damn, Who would’ve thought that she of all people would have the guts to kill, only to be executed like that with her bird… oh well killer’s get what they deserve I guess. That damn Ara certainly got what she deserved.” She muttered Ara’s name in disgust, still pissed at the journalist for causing her death.

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Shiori had watched during the buffet, slightly annoyed that they hadn’t wouldn’t be able to get any actual food themself. Sure they didn’t need to eat any longer but after so long with a diet consisting only of sweets a change would definitely be nice even if they weren’t hungry at all. Really the only way that this new lack of need for food or sleep was they could work twenty-four seven but now that they were dead and all that wasn’t really an option. They sighed, deciding to stay away from the food for the time being.

Soon though they weren’t quite so envious of the current survivors as the new motive was announced.

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"…Poison?"

Really there was no point in questioning it as the only people who could hear them had just as much idea what’s going on as they did. Though soon the question was rendered moot as the effects for some were rather quickly, a few people actually seeming unable to move.

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