Post by Mamouro Shabots on Dec 21, 2015 11:24:20 GMT -5
Mamouro looked to his Electronic Identification "thing" as the bear insructed, an what he say uplifted him in spite of what was going on. It was his friends and family. His mother, father, brother, sister. His coach and his gym buddies. His cat. All were there on the screen, smiling to the camera. Except for the cat obviously. Cats can't smile. They sneer.
They were all gathered to wish him luck at Hope's Peak. Mamouro smiled at their caring. They had such faith in him to do well. For that reason, if no other, he had to get out of here. However, before his resolve could become stronger, the screen fizzled. Static filled the screen. And when the picture returned, it horrified Mamouro. The coach's mitts. His mothers necklace. A cat's tail. All were laid out on a table and covered in blood. No no no no no nononononoNONONO!
That fucking bear! He'd kill that fucking toy, and whoever was controlling it!
He had to find out if they were really dead! He had to find out if they were alright! He had to get out of here! He had to...he had to...kill....
No dammit, stop thinking like that. You can't let your fists become instruments of destruction. Coach would kill you if you did, and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself....would you?
Mamouro took a few deep breaths to calm his thoughts. If you rush into a conflict you'll just make more problems than you'll solve, that's what coach always said. If they were all dead...then there was nothing to be accomplished by killing in order to confirm it, and it would be better to wait and hopefully find another way. If they weren't dead, and the video was somehow faked, then there was nothing to worry about except his own well-being, and apart from the kidnapping, nothing that bad had happened to him yet.
Alright then, its decided. Live as best you can for now. But even as he tried to affirm that in his mind, doubts and what-ifs wormed their way into his head. What if they were being tortured? What if they weren't dead yet, but would be soon? Mamouro ignored hese doubts and focused on the aftermath of the messages. Most seemed to be walking off from the main group, to explore or to be with their thoughts or maybe even to plan their kill...
Feeling that words would do nothing to help those still there or leaving, Mamouro decided to follow the example and leave, to explore his new prison.
They were all gathered to wish him luck at Hope's Peak. Mamouro smiled at their caring. They had such faith in him to do well. For that reason, if no other, he had to get out of here. However, before his resolve could become stronger, the screen fizzled. Static filled the screen. And when the picture returned, it horrified Mamouro. The coach's mitts. His mothers necklace. A cat's tail. All were laid out on a table and covered in blood. No no no no no nononononoNONONO!
That fucking bear! He'd kill that fucking toy, and whoever was controlling it!
He had to find out if they were really dead! He had to find out if they were alright! He had to get out of here! He had to...he had to...kill....
No dammit, stop thinking like that. You can't let your fists become instruments of destruction. Coach would kill you if you did, and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself....would you?
Mamouro took a few deep breaths to calm his thoughts. If you rush into a conflict you'll just make more problems than you'll solve, that's what coach always said. If they were all dead...then there was nothing to be accomplished by killing in order to confirm it, and it would be better to wait and hopefully find another way. If they weren't dead, and the video was somehow faked, then there was nothing to worry about except his own well-being, and apart from the kidnapping, nothing that bad had happened to him yet.
Alright then, its decided. Live as best you can for now. But even as he tried to affirm that in his mind, doubts and what-ifs wormed their way into his head. What if they were being tortured? What if they weren't dead yet, but would be soon? Mamouro ignored hese doubts and focused on the aftermath of the messages. Most seemed to be walking off from the main group, to explore or to be with their thoughts or maybe even to plan their kill...
Feeling that words would do nothing to help those still there or leaving, Mamouro decided to follow the example and leave, to explore his new prison.
