[this is a fucking terrible question to ask, but mineo will put his jacket off to the side and roll up his sleeves to get to work.
and then bam fifteen minutes! i'm also putting this here for reference:
Takeru and Mineo enter the jail cell, exploring every inch they can. There isn't much here, but after around fifteen minutes or so, the walls start to flicker. Behind them, the jail cell door slams shut, and they find themselves dizzy as if they've just taken a hard hit to the head.
Their bodies feel beaten and battered, but they don't seem to notice. A fiery rage runs through their veins and as they attempt to lash out, the metal chains hold them back. Bound up with nowhere to go on the dirty church floor, old blood stains mingle with new, small splatters. How long as it been? Several hours, at least, maybe several days. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that there are still things to solve, a world to be right.
But does it matter now? Did it ever really matter if she isn't here?
There are murmurs that reach their ears, indistinct noises that echo through the church. The people watching are just out of reach, and their heads remain bowed. There's no chance of saving themselves this time, no way of slipping free of the chains and fighting back. There's no one to protect.
As the candles burn lowly, they pitch forward as they slam facefirst into the ground, the sting of a blunt object leaving them disoriented. The only sound they can hear is the whistle of air rushing through the metal pipe as it slams into their limbs again and again by an invisible force, blood spilling on the tile floor between the rows of pews. The rattling of the chains grows louder and louder, and soon they realize it's their own desperation to break free. The fur collar of their jacket grows sticky, brushing against their neck as the chains bite into their wrists and cut and bruise. Their vision begins to grow dark, blood and sweat dripping into their eyes until they can barely see the stained glass windows before them.
And yet...they have one last fleeting thought. "I can't live like this...I can't stay locked up forever."
And then the two of them immediately collapse on the floor without warning, falling straight into the hay of the completely normal jail cell. There's a faint whiff of cigarette smoke that lingers in the air, but it's gone in an instant.
Once they leave, they will both be hit with an insatiable hunger. Perhaps a hearty meal and a good, stiff drink is in order.
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[this is a fucking terrible question to ask, but mineo will put his jacket off to the side and roll up his sleeves to get to work.
and then bam fifteen minutes! i'm also putting this here for reference:
Takeru and Mineo enter the jail cell, exploring every inch they can. There isn't much here, but after around fifteen minutes or so, the walls start to flicker. Behind them, the jail cell door slams shut, and they find themselves dizzy as if they've just taken a hard hit to the head.
Their bodies feel beaten and battered, but they don't seem to notice. A fiery rage runs through their veins and as they attempt to lash out, the metal chains hold them back. Bound up with nowhere to go on the dirty church floor, old blood stains mingle with new, small splatters. How long as it been? Several hours, at least, maybe several days. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that there are still things to solve, a world to be right.
But does it matter now? Did it ever really matter if she isn't here?
There are murmurs that reach their ears, indistinct noises that echo through the church. The people watching are just out of reach, and their heads remain bowed. There's no chance of saving themselves this time, no way of slipping free of the chains and fighting back. There's no one to protect.
As the candles burn lowly, they pitch forward as they slam facefirst into the ground, the sting of a blunt object leaving them disoriented. The only sound they can hear is the whistle of air rushing through the metal pipe as it slams into their limbs again and again by an invisible force, blood spilling on the tile floor between the rows of pews. The rattling of the chains grows louder and louder, and soon they realize it's their own desperation to break free. The fur collar of their jacket grows sticky, brushing against their neck as the chains bite into their wrists and cut and bruise. Their vision begins to grow dark, blood and sweat dripping into their eyes until they can barely see the stained glass windows before them.
And yet...they have one last fleeting thought.
"I can't live like this...I can't stay locked up forever."
And then the two of them immediately collapse on the floor without warning, falling straight into the hay of the completely normal jail cell. There's a faint whiff of cigarette smoke that lingers in the air, but it's gone in an instant.
Once they leave, they will both be hit with an insatiable hunger. Perhaps a hearty meal and a good, stiff drink is in order.
cool.]