For a while, the discussion remains surprisingly calm. There's no more punching today, no more talk of electric torture. Instead there are messages, and lots of them. Messages and messengers--what do they mean? Who's been sending these, and with what intent?
It's not until the day begins to wane and the thread of nightfall looms that the group begins to grow desperate. They can't afford to let another day pass without striking back at the traitors in their midst. They have to pick someone,
someone to cast out. But who?
There is one character who hasn't exactly made himself many friends among the group. Who's frightened people, even. When confronted, he claims he's been doing nothing more than reaching out to people, trying to get a sense of what's going on. They're honestly going to pick
him over someone more important? An actual killer?
But time grows short and no better target seems to emerge. Dorien starts forward, a grim look on his face. Going for Archie again, or lashing out, perhaps, at one of the people who condemned him? It doesn't matter. The ground beneath him turns liquid, begins to drag him down. Despite his struggles, the vote has been cast: there can be no escape. Within seconds Dorien's been dragged down to whatever lies beneath the deceptively flat surface of the ground.
Just before the dark comes down again in its crashing way, a pulse of green ripples out across the featureless not-earth where Dorien disappeared.
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Dorien laughed heartily. So hard, he held his hands over his gut to calm himself.
"Jokes. All of you. My voice is far more loud than I am, but I told you." A shake of his head as he came down from his fit and crossed his arms over his chest. "One less townie means one more closer to the other team winning." He scoffed. "Your loss."
He stepped toward his new prison, looking more smug than anything. Well, at least this meant he got to leave sooner, hopefully. Back home, to his lovely lady. Yeah, this was fine.
"Well, at least for now, I can watch you make some more mistakes and laugh about it without getting yelled at for it." He gave an overly exaggerated salute. "Best of
fucking luck!"
He was gone after that.
Dorien Bonhomme (Sinderella) has been eliminated. He was Town.
Final vote:
Sinderella - 5 (Chibi Pika, Dragonfree, Panoramic_Vacuum, Virgil134, NeoLurosa)
Virgil134 - 2 (Inkedust, Sinderella)
AbraPunk - 1 (Starlight Aurate)
IFBench - 1 (Flyg0n)
Starlight Aurate - 1 (DawningWinds)
Not Voting: windskull, AbraPunk, IFBench
Night Two begins now and will continue until midnight UTC May 5th/8 PM EST May 4th.
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