[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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IT'S SEASONAL

[devoutish]

[He stares down in abject horror at her, and at the gore that she's making of his body. He tries to say her name - to plead, to question, he doesn't know. But the words don't come out, and his mouth moves silently - Emily, Emily.]

[empireofrats]

[She keeps repeating that she's sorry as she works, voice low and whispered. In the back of her mind, it hurts to do this, or, she thinks, she should be hurting to do this to Alfie. She should be sad. She should feel ashamed.

But she isn't, she doesn't.

The town tells her it's for the better, her eyes brown and twisted into the shape of the eyes watching them all the time.]

[devoutish]

[The light is starting to slip from his eyes, and he lets out a keening sound. With one last surprising burst of strength, he moves a hand up to his stomach, as if he can hold his guts in.]

[empireofrats]

[Unfortunately, Emily finds she can't get the shiv to go any further down. Alfie will have to settle with having some of his stomach and most of the top of his intestines trying to crawl onto the outside.

With a jerk, she pulls the shiv out and stands up. For several moments, she stares down at Alfie with unreadable eyes.] This is what happens when you're bad. That's what happened to Miss Fiona, too. She was probably bad. Now she's dead, and you will be, too.

I could have said a prayer for you, but you wouldn't tell me what it was. [Because "we don't say prayers for people still alive," even if those are the people who really need it. The dead don't need prayers.] Goodbye, Mister Alfie.

[devoutish]

[He's only half-aware of what she's saying. His consciousness fading quickly. The keening sound is still going on, but his eyes are clouding over. Soon, the sound will stop and his gaze will glass over, vacant and unseeing.]