shslanon | Chapter 2: (Ab)Normal Days

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Chapter 2: (Ab)Normal Days

[...Well, that was fun.]

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[OOC: Please leave any comments or critiques here! They'd be really appreciated! Also, anyone who'd like to be a murderer for this round, please PM me here or DM me on twitter. Thanks!]

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[...is he being watched]

[he turns around and yep some punk kid is watching him]

[w...ave]

[awkwardly waves back]

What are you doing?

...Writing a draft of an obituary.

[duh]

Er, I mean, it seems like the nice thing to do.

[and will put spirits at rest, right]

Ah, I see. That's something to do, I guess.

[wonders if you'd bother writing one for the murderer, but figures it's better not to ask]

Must be hard to write about someone you don't know.

[no, she was an asshole]

...Yeah. But it feels like someone has to.

[frown]

The only person who seemed to be so close to her... was the one who killed her, after all.

Ah, right. I guess the dead can't write for each other.

[wow that's a pretty sad existence you had there, Tony]

[Tony kind of led a sad life, period]

...Right.

[pause]

And it'd be sort of... bad, if she could. [since she killed her and all]

[HEY IN SOME LIVES SHE HAS GOOD THINGS]

[LIKE NOTGAY NOTDADS]

Er... I guess it would be. So, what are you writing?

[those don't sound good at all]

Uh...

[he looks at it]

She was a Super High School Level Fun Expert, and wanted to instill fun in everyone, it seemed... She was always polite and eager to befriend others. She was one of the first people to really try and get us out of here.

[...he didn't know her very well uh]

[well one of them was a giant asshole who only cares about THE WAAAAAR]

... That's a strange skill... But oh well. I suppose it's the best we can do.

[he rubs his head] Seems a lot of us have strange skills... I mean, cutting down trees isn't something I expected to get accepted to school for.

[awkward laugh]

I guess they figure if you're very good at something, it's worth the time.

[you cut down the trees he will carve things, this is perfect]

Yeah... I guess.

[he still doesn't trust it. why did he trust it at first]

What's your title?

Ah. Whittler. I carve things. Out of wood.

[blink]

Like tables?

[shakes his head]

No, more like decorations. You'd have to have a huge piece of wood to whittle out a table...

[but give him some giant sequoias and it could happen]

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Chapter 2: (Ab)Normal Days

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