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WEEK 1 - SATURDAY / CHIE (night, shortly before curfew, room 108)
[ The thing about Seto Kaiba? He's always had anger simmering underneath his skin, and while it's taken some effort for it to surface over the course of the day, right now, it's mutated to something akin to fury.
Nothing about this is right (nevermind that this entire situation is hitting too close to home - wasn't it not too long ago that he had put Yugi Mutou and his friends into an elaborate death trap designed to kill them one by one?) and they've-- no, he, because of that damned voting slip-- sentenced Hana to die sometime tomorrow.
Someone else will have to kill her.
When Chie walks into their shared room just before curfew, his white duster is laid out on his bed, he hasn't made an effort to change out yet - he's driven his fist into the plaster of one of the walls in sheer frustration - his knuckles are bruised, probably bleeding but the pain isn't registering.
When he realises that Chie is in the room, he'll withdraw his fists. Make a visible effort to calm down. ]
Nothing about this is right (nevermind that this entire situation is hitting too close to home - wasn't it not too long ago that he had put Yugi Mutou and his friends into an elaborate death trap designed to kill them one by one?) and they've-- no, he, because of that damned voting slip-- sentenced Hana to die sometime tomorrow.
Someone else will have to kill her.
When Chie walks into their shared room just before curfew, his white duster is laid out on his bed, he hasn't made an effort to change out yet - he's driven his fist into the plaster of one of the walls in sheer frustration - his knuckles are bruised, probably bleeding but the pain isn't registering.
When he realises that Chie is in the room, he'll withdraw his fists. Make a visible effort to calm down. ]