[ The table has had enough. Its rickety legs give way, and the top panel cracks in half, and there's nowhere for the broken pieces and Alice to go but down. With nothing to catch hold of to prevent his imminent fall, and nothing to cushion it, he can only aim to shield himself in preparation for the impact of landing on splintered wood and the hard floor. It happens in seconds, and with an impressively loud thud, knocking the air out of his lungs to leave him dazed and winded, sprawled out where the table suffered in its last moments as a whole item of furniture.
Fortunately, the table's jagged remains collapsed downward to fall flattened against the floor underneath Alice's body, instead of impaling him. Its revenge is subtle: tiny splinters embedded in Alice's fingers, and dust tickling his nose. Everything hurts.
Stirring as the scene draws some bewildered stares, Alice coughs, winces, and pushes himself up onto his elbows, lifting his head to glare at Midori. Was this the plan all along...? And now the table symbolizes his dignity — his entire life — does it?! ]
You...
[ A groan escapes, interrupting him. The splinters sting, and Alice's knees and ribs complain after falling like that. Did Midori loosen some screws or nails, or was the table already flimsy? Perhaps he envies his enemy's muscular body, and so he wants to make it seem like a bad thing...? ]
...I said that I'm going on a diet, didn't I?! You always sabotage it, and then you make fun of me! Even now, when I'm dying...
[ Thus on the brink of death, Alice flops down onto the floor, rolling over until he's lying on his back — and no longer on the table pieces. At the very least, he will finish this once and for all. Any good actor would, and no one can dispute his creativity and imagination! His tragic death scene might even move the audience to tears... ]
crying... A+
Fortunately, the table's jagged remains collapsed downward to fall flattened against the floor underneath Alice's body, instead of impaling him. Its revenge is subtle: tiny splinters embedded in Alice's fingers, and dust tickling his nose. Everything hurts.
Stirring as the scene draws some bewildered stares, Alice coughs, winces, and pushes himself up onto his elbows, lifting his head to glare at Midori. Was this the plan all along...? And now the table symbolizes his dignity — his entire life — does it?! ]
You...
[ A groan escapes, interrupting him. The splinters sting, and Alice's knees and ribs complain after falling like that. Did Midori loosen some screws or nails, or was the table already flimsy? Perhaps he envies his enemy's muscular body, and so he wants to make it seem like a bad thing...? ]
...I said that I'm going on a diet, didn't I?! You always sabotage it, and then you make fun of me! Even now, when I'm dying...
[ Thus on the brink of death, Alice flops down onto the floor, rolling over until he's lying on his back — and no longer on the table pieces. At the very least, he will finish this once and for all. Any good actor would, and no one can dispute his creativity and imagination! His tragic death scene might even move the audience to tears... ]