who: Joe and Friends(?) what: Closed Prompts for December when: December where: Rooftop, Room Star 5 warnings: Prompts are tagged! List updating as need be: YTTD Spoilers, Death Mention, PTSD
[ They really did something like that? It's not that surprising; the people who ran that game were clearly off their rockers. But knowing that makes the pain in his chest grow. As does thinking more about the Sacrifice's role. It starts to come back to him...
The plan he had made to try and get him and Sara out of the game. But it hadn't worked, whether she had realized his intentions or not. The feeling of despair knowing he was going to die and she would be alone in this fucked up game. Even then though he couldn't begrudge the group. Even now he can't bring himself to hate them. But he...
Joe remembers what it felt like to die. A horrible, drawn out death. His hand clutches the fabric that cover his heart as a phantom pain sneaks in. He remembers, though, trying to comfort Sara despite being moments from dying. He couldn't even manage that.
An empty laugh bubbles out uncomfortable, and he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
Ah...aha... shit... shit!
[ He's on the ground before he realizes it like the last of his energy was zapped from him. It's hard to catch his breath through the pain and biting cold. Joe sits there on the roof with one hand clutched to his chest and the other hand holding his head.
[Like cracks slowly moving across the face and structure of a dam, or like... bending a paperclip back and forth. Back and forth... back and forth... until suddenly it snaps.
Shin wasn't expecting it to snap this quick.
He'd been holding out a thin hope that maybe if he was delicate enough, careful enough, he could leave it just at the inference rather than stark pure knowledge of what had happened, like knocking over three dominoes instead of the whole set and about as likely.]
A-are you...?
[Stupid question Shin, of course he's not okay. His hands go from outstretched hovering as Joe falls to his knees back to his scarf, looking away even as he steps forward.]
Ahaha... you wanted to know. I guess there it is...
[ Joe doesn't say anything at first. Or even react really. He just takes in shallow breaths of freezing air as he tries to get himself together. But it hurts... so much... it's not an easy task.
It take a few minutes, but finally, Joe starts to breathe mostly normally again. It goes in through his nose and out through his mouth slowly, and he lets his hands drop back to his sides. He feels like he just ran a marathon: a pain in his chest, struggling to catch his breath, and an absolute exhaustion. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out his a choked sob.
He reaches up to wipe his face of fresh tears, and he takes another deep breath. His voice isn't steady, but Joe finally forms his next question: ]
...Wh-why are you and S-Sara here then....?
[ Because that's the next horrible thing he realizes. ]
[He's going to just stand awkwardly here this whole time sorry. There's... not a lot in his extremely limited collection of 'things to try if someone's having a meltdown in front of you' that he can actually try here.
And OH BOY well he knows what to do when Joe asks that dreaded question at least; eat hot chip and lie. Or, well, deflect.]
A-ahahahaha, w-well, I got shot...
[Ignore anything about Sara this isn't a school that's also an afterlife, what are you talking about, this is just him.]
Hard to say how many times... I wasn't really paying attention. Four, five, I think? Still hurts sometimes. It's weird, because it didn't then, at first...
[ Sou's response no matter how casual he tries to play it off knocks the air out of Joe again. He takes no pleasure in the news. If anything it makes him feel even more despair. ]
You... got shot? [ Joe lets out an uneasy breath, shaking his head. ] I'm sorry man... that's terrible...
[ There's nothing sarcastic or spiteful in his tone. He's genuinely sorry Sou was killed too. Despite everything, he doesn't think anyone deserved from the game deserved to die. Even... if he tried to sacrifice them... so that he and Sara could go home...
He gives his shoulder a tight squeeze to try to snap out of it. Does that matter now? He failed... and that was the right thing to happen. Even in death, he knows it's better this way. No matter how terrible it is.
[He says, like a liar. Even though some part of him was kind of unconsciously fishing for it, the part that was upset nobody seemed to care that he'd been hit with a frying pan in the head and almost died, he has no idea what to actually do with Joe's apparently genuine sympathy on getting it. Aren't you happy, just a bit? Wasn't he awful? Those last words of Joe's had stuck and gnawed at him.]
Last I checked, she was alive. Hers was the final vote for me, even.
[So who can say? Not him. Everyone being dead is assumed knowledge now... maybe Joe could go a very long time without finding out.]
She's told me about things that happened since then... [He almost tells Joe that she killed Midori before realizing that would mean absolutely nothing to him... How did so much manage to happen in less than a week?] Don't worry, she's fine.
Edited (trying to play it off so cool ) 2021-12-21 11:27 (UTC)
[ He's not sure what to make of it honestly. Sou's so casual about being dead... but he doesn't think that's the whole truth. At the very least, it's not that Joe thinks he's trying to hide something. Rather he's just trying to avoid the reality of what happened. And who could blame him?
After a moment, he takes in another breath before slowly getting back up to his feet. His body hurts in new ways he never could've imagined, and the cold is really starting to set in too.
At that though he shakes his head with a frown. ]
No... she's not fine, man.
[ There's no way with everything's that's happened Sara's fine. If she was fine, she'd remember him right? There must be so much on her mind. So much he doesn't know about from simply being dead. It hurts. It hurts so much more than any physical pain he's in.
Joe's nose flares as he lets out a sharp breath, crossing his arms then. But pressing Sou over it isn't helpful either. So... ]
Thanks for being truthful with me, Sou. I...I'm sorry things ended up the way they did. And... I'm sorry for trying to win as the Sacrifice back then too. I won't make that mistake again.
[ He uncrosses his arms and then holds out a hand toward him. ]
Can we call it even maybe? At least, be on friendly terms? Is that alright?
[He has, admittedly, had six months to grapple with the idea after the initial freaking out about it... Joe's only just finding out now. It helps to tell himself that there wasn't all that much in his life, apart from his parents which is a sick, hot-stove thought to avoid now in it's depths of how much were they in on it.
But it's also that... despite being dead, he still exists. He still thinks, breathes... he hasn't completely disappeared. In that sense, then, he's survived. Sort of. Maybe this is all just more mental scaffolding shoring up that avoidance of the reality of it.]
...She's been having nightmares for months.
[He already knew, but it does snap more into place when Joe says it outright like that. It's true. Sara definitely isn't doing well, and hasn't been for a long time, and that's... probably the iceberg of it. 'Thanks for being truthful with me' sets an uncomfortable itchy prickle across his skin.]
Don't worry about it.
[It's been so long since he's thought about it but... Joe trying to win with the Sacrifice... he really was trying to do that, wasn't he? Deceiving them all, so that him and Sara could win, could live, and all the rest left to die. What Shin thought he was doing in the first place. Mixed feelings squirm in the pit of him. He'd been doing the same thing hadn't he, the moment he thought Kanna had that card... so he doesn't have much place to judge and it's uncomfortable.]
I-i put you in that position in the first place, after all. Calling it even... if you really want, let's put it all behind us.
[It kind of hurts, that Joe is the one trying to reconcile with him... there's a hesitation, and then he takes the offered hand and shakes it with a closed-eyed smile.]
[ Knowing Sara hasn't been doing well for month makes Joe sick to his stomach. But he tries hard not to focus on that in this moment right now. It wasn't do either of them good, but it's something he needs to worry about soon. Although that needs to start with a conversation about what he knows too...
Ah. Joe shakes his head. Right, focus on now. ]
I'll talk to her.
[ But for now he grips Sou's hand. It's strong but not to a point where it would hurt. He's not trying to intimidate hiim. ]
We were all doing what we needed to do to survive then, right? Then it's fine; I don't blame you for it, man. [ He pulls his hand back, eyes darting away. ] And for what it's worth... I'm glad I didn't win. I don't think I could live with that guilt. So don't blame yourself for what happened to me either. I won't... make that mistake again.
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[ They really did something like that? It's not that surprising; the people who ran that game were clearly off their rockers. But knowing that makes the pain in his chest grow. As does thinking more about the Sacrifice's role. It starts to come back to him...
The plan he had made to try and get him and Sara out of the game. But it hadn't worked, whether she had realized his intentions or not. The feeling of despair knowing he was going to die and she would be alone in this fucked up game. Even then though he couldn't begrudge the group. Even now he can't bring himself to hate them. But he...
Joe remembers what it felt like to die. A horrible, drawn out death. His hand clutches the fabric that cover his heart as a phantom pain sneaks in. He remembers, though, trying to comfort Sara despite being moments from dying. He couldn't even manage that.
An empty laugh bubbles out uncomfortable, and he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
Ah...aha... shit... shit!
[ He's on the ground before he realizes it like the last of his energy was zapped from him. It's hard to catch his breath through the pain and biting cold. Joe sits there on the roof with one hand clutched to his chest and the other hand holding his head.
He asked for the truth. He got it.
Joe Tazuna died. ]
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Shin wasn't expecting it to snap this quick.
He'd been holding out a thin hope that maybe if he was delicate enough, careful enough, he could leave it just at the inference rather than stark pure knowledge of what had happened, like knocking over three dominoes instead of the whole set and about as likely.]
A-are you...?
[Stupid question Shin, of course he's not okay. His hands go from outstretched hovering as Joe falls to his knees back to his scarf, looking away even as he steps forward.]
Ahaha... you wanted to know. I guess there it is...
[Don't blame him... Well, for that at least.]
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It take a few minutes, but finally, Joe starts to breathe mostly normally again. It goes in through his nose and out through his mouth slowly, and he lets his hands drop back to his sides. He feels like he just ran a marathon: a pain in his chest, struggling to catch his breath, and an absolute exhaustion. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out his a choked sob.
He reaches up to wipe his face of fresh tears, and he takes another deep breath. His voice isn't steady, but Joe finally forms his next question: ]
...Wh-why are you and S-Sara here then....?
[ Because that's the next horrible thing he realizes. ]
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And OH BOY well he knows what to do when Joe asks that dreaded question at least; eat hot chip and lie. Or, well, deflect.]
A-ahahahaha, w-well, I got shot...
[Ignore anything about Sara this isn't a school that's also an afterlife, what are you talking about, this is just him.]
Hard to say how many times... I wasn't really paying attention. Four, five, I think? Still hurts sometimes. It's weird, because it didn't then, at first...
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You... got shot? [ Joe lets out an uneasy breath, shaking his head. ] I'm sorry man... that's terrible...
[ There's nothing sarcastic or spiteful in his tone. He's genuinely sorry Sou was killed too. Despite everything, he doesn't think anyone deserved from the game deserved to die. Even... if he tried to sacrifice them... so that he and Sara could go home...
He gives his shoulder a tight squeeze to try to snap out of it. Does that matter now? He failed... and that was the right thing to happen. Even in death, he knows it's better this way. No matter how terrible it is.
But that still doesn't explain everything. ]
And... Sara? She d-died too...?
[ It was fine so long as she lived... but... ]
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[He says, like a liar. Even though some part of him was kind of unconsciously fishing for it, the part that was upset nobody seemed to care that he'd been hit with a frying pan in the head and almost died, he has no idea what to actually do with Joe's apparently genuine sympathy on getting it. Aren't you happy, just a bit? Wasn't he awful? Those last words of Joe's had stuck and gnawed at him.]
Last I checked, she was alive. Hers was the final vote for me, even.
[So who can say? Not him. Everyone being dead is assumed knowledge now... maybe Joe could go a very long time without finding out.]
She's told me about things that happened since then... [He almost tells Joe that she killed Midori before realizing that would mean absolutely nothing to him... How did so much manage to happen in less than a week?] Don't worry, she's fine.
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After a moment, he takes in another breath before slowly getting back up to his feet. His body hurts in new ways he never could've imagined, and the cold is really starting to set in too.
At that though he shakes his head with a frown. ]
No... she's not fine, man.
[ There's no way with everything's that's happened Sara's fine. If she was fine, she'd remember him right? There must be so much on her mind. So much he doesn't know about from simply being dead. It hurts. It hurts so much more than any physical pain he's in.
Joe's nose flares as he lets out a sharp breath, crossing his arms then. But pressing Sou over it isn't helpful either. So... ]
Thanks for being truthful with me, Sou. I...I'm sorry things ended up the way they did. And... I'm sorry for trying to win as the Sacrifice back then too. I won't make that mistake again.
[ He uncrosses his arms and then holds out a hand toward him. ]
Can we call it even maybe? At least, be on friendly terms? Is that alright?
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But it's also that... despite being dead, he still exists. He still thinks, breathes... he hasn't completely disappeared. In that sense, then, he's survived. Sort of. Maybe this is all just more mental scaffolding shoring up that avoidance of the reality of it.]
...She's been having nightmares for months.
[He already knew, but it does snap more into place when Joe says it outright like that. It's true. Sara definitely isn't doing well, and hasn't been for a long time, and that's... probably the iceberg of it. 'Thanks for being truthful with me' sets an uncomfortable itchy prickle across his skin.]
Don't worry about it.
[It's been so long since he's thought about it but... Joe trying to win with the Sacrifice... he really was trying to do that, wasn't he? Deceiving them all, so that him and Sara could win, could live, and all the rest left to die. What Shin thought he was doing in the first place. Mixed feelings squirm in the pit of him. He'd been doing the same thing hadn't he, the moment he thought Kanna had that card... so he doesn't have much place to judge and it's uncomfortable.]
I-i put you in that position in the first place, after all. Calling it even... if you really want, let's put it all behind us.
[It kind of hurts, that Joe is the one trying to reconcile with him... there's a hesitation, and then he takes the offered hand and shakes it with a closed-eyed smile.]
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Ah. Joe shakes his head. Right, focus on now. ]
I'll talk to her.
[ But for now he grips Sou's hand. It's strong but not to a point where it would hurt. He's not trying to intimidate hiim. ]
We were all doing what we needed to do to survive then, right? Then it's fine; I don't blame you for it, man. [ He pulls his hand back, eyes darting away. ] And for what it's worth... I'm glad I didn't win. I don't think I could live with that guilt. So don't blame yourself for what happened to me either. I won't... make that mistake again.