Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying
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It made sense what GLD said, and Fiyori found it hard to admit it. She found herself listening to what GLD said, nodding along in agreement and even chiding herself mentally for her attempt at cheering. Fiyori met her ally's eyes, and she shuddered.
"Yeah..."
That was all. All she could say, all she could think of to say.
GLD didn't want to be famous. She would be, of course. Whether she survived, or not. Or not, because everyone knew the names of the previous 'winners'. Who but the closest friends and family could name all the hundreds of names that belonged to those slain by their classmates? There was just one choice GLD could take. Either survive and become a name for everyone to use and abuse, or die and be forgotten.
She glanced over to the names they etched into the table.
Would people remember Fiyori? She was a memorable woman, of course. She knew that, it couldn't be different. Not with those blue eyes and that tall physique and all the little eccentric oddities she has shown to people. But then, she would die. Soon enough, and Fiyori wondered how long it was until even she was forgotten.
It was scary, actually. It was the first time she ever asked that question. She always had the answer, but the answer was 'It didn't matter', but suddenly she was unsatisfied. She asked, who would remember? To whom did she matter? There really were people who cared, who talked and who thought about Fiyori. But would they remember? Her parents didn't care. They didn't love her, and she didn't love them. And her friends, so many of them, would be dying in the coming days.
She was staring back at GLD. She was fixated on these upturned lips, on that smile GLD tried to put on. Almost any moment, Fiyori expected Georgia Lee's mouth to open wide agape, turning into a gaping hole to devour her whole, her teeth grinding away at her flesh bit by bit until nothing remained.
Then she snapped back into reality, but she knew more already. It took some seconds for Fiyori to calm down, for her to formulate the thoughts she meant to say to GLD.
"That's odd to hear from you, you know? You always seemed to be the kinda person who believed they'll succeed just 'cause they wanted it so very much.
Uh, no offense of course."
"Yeah..."
That was all. All she could say, all she could think of to say.
GLD didn't want to be famous. She would be, of course. Whether she survived, or not. Or not, because everyone knew the names of the previous 'winners'. Who but the closest friends and family could name all the hundreds of names that belonged to those slain by their classmates? There was just one choice GLD could take. Either survive and become a name for everyone to use and abuse, or die and be forgotten.
She glanced over to the names they etched into the table.
Would people remember Fiyori? She was a memorable woman, of course. She knew that, it couldn't be different. Not with those blue eyes and that tall physique and all the little eccentric oddities she has shown to people. But then, she would die. Soon enough, and Fiyori wondered how long it was until even she was forgotten.
It was scary, actually. It was the first time she ever asked that question. She always had the answer, but the answer was 'It didn't matter', but suddenly she was unsatisfied. She asked, who would remember? To whom did she matter? There really were people who cared, who talked and who thought about Fiyori. But would they remember? Her parents didn't care. They didn't love her, and she didn't love them. And her friends, so many of them, would be dying in the coming days.
She was staring back at GLD. She was fixated on these upturned lips, on that smile GLD tried to put on. Almost any moment, Fiyori expected Georgia Lee's mouth to open wide agape, turning into a gaping hole to devour her whole, her teeth grinding away at her flesh bit by bit until nothing remained.
Then she snapped back into reality, but she knew more already. It took some seconds for Fiyori to calm down, for her to formulate the thoughts she meant to say to GLD.
"That's odd to hear from you, you know? You always seemed to be the kinda person who believed they'll succeed just 'cause they wanted it so very much.
Uh, no offense of course."
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Georgia Lee spread her hands, opening them like a book.
"None taken, I suppose."
Fiyori's voice had been flat and devoid of affect, and Georgia Lee hadn't detected any malice in it. The girl had simply stated her impression, and though it had been wrong, it was no wronger than Georgia Lee might have expected.
"We're not... look, we weren't friends. You didn't know me. I wouldn't expect you to know better, it's okay."
She looked away, casting her eyes across the room. Dust motes swirled in the sunlight, and their footprints were clear on the filthy ground; Georgia Lee's smaller boots and Fiyori's larger ones.
"But I don't..."
Georgia Lee realized she didn't know what she was going to say next. She took a breath and turned back to face Fiyori, regathering her thoughts.
"School, study, softball..." she made an expansive hand gesture "none of that's easy, for me. Nothing's come easy for me ever, why would I assume that would change? I believe I'll succeed if I work constantly, if I study every day and take a dozen extracurriculars and don't go to parties or spend time with other people or drink or relax or date because all of that would take time that I could be studying. It's hard and it's horrible and a lot of days I hate it, but..."
She ran her thumb along her fingertips, tracing the shape of her fingernails.
"But that's what I believe it takes to succeed, and that's what I want so that's what I do. Wanting something... I mean it's fine, there's nothing wrong with wanting things. I want plenty, but sitting around wanting stuff gets you... I mean, it doesn't get you anything."
"None taken, I suppose."
Fiyori's voice had been flat and devoid of affect, and Georgia Lee hadn't detected any malice in it. The girl had simply stated her impression, and though it had been wrong, it was no wronger than Georgia Lee might have expected.
"We're not... look, we weren't friends. You didn't know me. I wouldn't expect you to know better, it's okay."
She looked away, casting her eyes across the room. Dust motes swirled in the sunlight, and their footprints were clear on the filthy ground; Georgia Lee's smaller boots and Fiyori's larger ones.
"But I don't..."
Georgia Lee realized she didn't know what she was going to say next. She took a breath and turned back to face Fiyori, regathering her thoughts.
"School, study, softball..." she made an expansive hand gesture "none of that's easy, for me. Nothing's come easy for me ever, why would I assume that would change? I believe I'll succeed if I work constantly, if I study every day and take a dozen extracurriculars and don't go to parties or spend time with other people or drink or relax or date because all of that would take time that I could be studying. It's hard and it's horrible and a lot of days I hate it, but..."
She ran her thumb along her fingertips, tracing the shape of her fingernails.
"But that's what I believe it takes to succeed, and that's what I want so that's what I do. Wanting something... I mean it's fine, there's nothing wrong with wanting things. I want plenty, but sitting around wanting stuff gets you... I mean, it doesn't get you anything."
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Fiyori sat in silence. No words spoken, and even her mind was devoid of any thoughts. Of any judgment, or of any snarky comment she was ready to throw at GLD once it was done brewing in her head. Her head was empty. She let it be empty, so she could listen to what GLD said.
She looked at her companion, looked down at her own finger nails. She rubbed the tips of her fingers together, small amounts of fat infused with dirt and dust forming and dropping to the floor. She looked back at GLD and nodded.
Now, if not all out of the blue, Fiyori could feel a thought forming in her head. Something inappropriate to say for the moment, something about 'Well that worked out well thus far'. Something she wouldn't say, so she gulped and banished that piece of sarcasm from her head.
There still was no point in it. Not in being hostile, and it made feel Fiyori sick and her head was beginning to hurt, too, but she would remain polite. She resolved to be friendly to this woman. She wasn't sure when, but it happened, and Fiyori was sure it happened.
"Hearing you say it like that almost makes me root for you. I mean, makes me wish you'd get the success you're working for instead of being stuck with..."
She wanted to say 'people who put you down', and then realized that would include her own person.
"...this fucked up place."
She looked at her companion, looked down at her own finger nails. She rubbed the tips of her fingers together, small amounts of fat infused with dirt and dust forming and dropping to the floor. She looked back at GLD and nodded.
Now, if not all out of the blue, Fiyori could feel a thought forming in her head. Something inappropriate to say for the moment, something about 'Well that worked out well thus far'. Something she wouldn't say, so she gulped and banished that piece of sarcasm from her head.
There still was no point in it. Not in being hostile, and it made feel Fiyori sick and her head was beginning to hurt, too, but she would remain polite. She resolved to be friendly to this woman. She wasn't sure when, but it happened, and Fiyori was sure it happened.
"Hearing you say it like that almost makes me root for you. I mean, makes me wish you'd get the success you're working for instead of being stuck with..."
She wanted to say 'people who put you down', and then realized that would include her own person.
"...this fucked up place."
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When it came to Fiyori's malice, Georgia Lee was an accomplished student. She'd been first in her class at the University of Fiyori's Cruelty, had graduated summa cum laude with a degree in constant torment. Georgia Lee had a masters in Fiyori's whims; a doctorate in the girl's taunts; a tenured professorship in her awfulness. Georgia Lee could have lectured on Fiyori's pettiness and given TED talks on her meanness.
She studied Fiyori's face now, her eyes narrow. If the girl was being sarcastic there was no trace of it there, and any spite in her voice was far too subtle for Georgia Lee to pick up on. A moment passed.
The air in the room felt heavy.
"We're not stuck though, not really. I mean, it's a... an effed up situation, sure, but it's not out of our control. People have escaped before, a bunch of times, right? We stay careful, we stay smart, we say alive and something will come up."
It wasn't much of a plan, Georgia Lee knew, but it was all she had and it had to work. It had to.
"I'm not going to be stuck here, Fiyori. I'm not dying here. There are..." she pointed at the names engraved on the table "...smart people here, people who know... science, electronics, that sort of thing. People who can get these collars off or get a signal out or... I don't know what. Something! We keep ourselves alive and something will come up, and we'll be okay."
Georgia Lee swallowed.
"We'll be okay."
She studied Fiyori's face now, her eyes narrow. If the girl was being sarcastic there was no trace of it there, and any spite in her voice was far too subtle for Georgia Lee to pick up on. A moment passed.
The air in the room felt heavy.
"We're not stuck though, not really. I mean, it's a... an effed up situation, sure, but it's not out of our control. People have escaped before, a bunch of times, right? We stay careful, we stay smart, we say alive and something will come up."
It wasn't much of a plan, Georgia Lee knew, but it was all she had and it had to work. It had to.
"I'm not going to be stuck here, Fiyori. I'm not dying here. There are..." she pointed at the names engraved on the table "...smart people here, people who know... science, electronics, that sort of thing. People who can get these collars off or get a signal out or... I don't know what. Something! We keep ourselves alive and something will come up, and we'll be okay."
Georgia Lee swallowed.
"We'll be okay."
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Ever the optimist.
With some sort of twisted perspective, or some sort of extravagant mental acrobatics, or just trying to observe the situation at hand under a different light, Fiyori would have conceded that GLD's little pep talk was charming. Yes, charming. GLD kept believing, or at least kept saying that she believed in surviving. Fiyori didn't, of course, didn't believe in those intangible ideas of rescue or escape or survival at all. No matter whether or how it happened in the past, Fiyori continued to remind herself that it was a ludicrous notion.
Rescue wouldn't just come. Their classmates wouldn't just figure something out. Fuck, even in the best case scenario, even if some kind of help came, or arrived. Even then Fiyori couldn't say they would profit from it. She knew that National Geographic feature with Kimberly Nguyen, she knew there had been a rescue attempt a few years back. Thirty or so kids lived, out of - what, over 200?
Fiyori sighed, and the air in the room felt more stagnant than ever.
Charming appeal aside, she was done. Tired, simply put. Fiyori didn't want to think about any of that grim shit anymore. She shifted her weight a bit, felt her finger tips gliding across the fabric of her pants.
"Let's move to something more light-hearted for conversation, yes?"
She looked around in the room. It really felt grayer than before.
"Boys?
...Girls?"
With some sort of twisted perspective, or some sort of extravagant mental acrobatics, or just trying to observe the situation at hand under a different light, Fiyori would have conceded that GLD's little pep talk was charming. Yes, charming. GLD kept believing, or at least kept saying that she believed in surviving. Fiyori didn't, of course, didn't believe in those intangible ideas of rescue or escape or survival at all. No matter whether or how it happened in the past, Fiyori continued to remind herself that it was a ludicrous notion.
Rescue wouldn't just come. Their classmates wouldn't just figure something out. Fuck, even in the best case scenario, even if some kind of help came, or arrived. Even then Fiyori couldn't say they would profit from it. She knew that National Geographic feature with Kimberly Nguyen, she knew there had been a rescue attempt a few years back. Thirty or so kids lived, out of - what, over 200?
Fiyori sighed, and the air in the room felt more stagnant than ever.
Charming appeal aside, she was done. Tired, simply put. Fiyori didn't want to think about any of that grim shit anymore. She shifted her weight a bit, felt her finger tips gliding across the fabric of her pants.
"Let's move to something more light-hearted for conversation, yes?"
She looked around in the room. It really felt grayer than before.
"Boys?
...Girls?"
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Georgia Lee had heard a joke once, and it went like this: A plane is starting its descent, coming into land, and two passengers wake up. One grabs the other and shakes her and says "look, look, out the window! The engine is on fire! Both engines! The whole wing is coming off!" and his companion says "not only that, it's raining!"
The joke was funny because you wouldn't expect to hear someone talk about the weather during a plane crash, and poor weather is a much more minor complaint than the issues that the first passenger pointed out. It came to Georgia Lee's mind now.
It was bizarre, Fiyori asking her about... whatever she was asking, in a time like this. It was so out of place to almost be laughable, and the pettiness of Georgia Lee complaining about the intrusion into her privacy in the face of everything else that was besetting them was similarly ludicrous.
Petty or no though, Fiyori's inquiry chafed her. The question left a sour, unpleasant taste in Georgia Lee's mouth. It was dry, all her saliva had wisely fled, and she licked parched lips, wishing she had a chapstick.
Boys was the last subject Georgia Lee would have discussed with Fiyori, even without the entire world watching. Georgia Lee's interests were nobody's business but her own, and she was quite sure that she certainly didn't want to know anything about what it was that Fiyori got up to.
This was all, she suspected, an exercise in cruelty. A familiar round of the make-the-virgin-blush game, a favourite of many girls at their school who would regale one another with increasingly outlandish tales of their sexual improprieties in Georgia Lee's presence and wait for her to grow uncomfortable. It was not a game Georgia Lee enjoyed, and she had no intention of playing it now.
"I'm not sure if this is really the time or place, Fiyori."
She had let her guard down, let the skinny, smiling girl in front of her get under her skin, and Fiyori had responded by toying with her. It was lucky, Georgia Lee supposed, that the girl's only interest at this point seemed to be trying to humiliate her. Next time Fiyori might decide to strangle her while she slept. Georgia Lee straightened her back and lifted her chin, relacing her formality like one does up a shoe.
She would have to be more careful.
The joke was funny because you wouldn't expect to hear someone talk about the weather during a plane crash, and poor weather is a much more minor complaint than the issues that the first passenger pointed out. It came to Georgia Lee's mind now.
It was bizarre, Fiyori asking her about... whatever she was asking, in a time like this. It was so out of place to almost be laughable, and the pettiness of Georgia Lee complaining about the intrusion into her privacy in the face of everything else that was besetting them was similarly ludicrous.
Petty or no though, Fiyori's inquiry chafed her. The question left a sour, unpleasant taste in Georgia Lee's mouth. It was dry, all her saliva had wisely fled, and she licked parched lips, wishing she had a chapstick.
Boys was the last subject Georgia Lee would have discussed with Fiyori, even without the entire world watching. Georgia Lee's interests were nobody's business but her own, and she was quite sure that she certainly didn't want to know anything about what it was that Fiyori got up to.
This was all, she suspected, an exercise in cruelty. A familiar round of the make-the-virgin-blush game, a favourite of many girls at their school who would regale one another with increasingly outlandish tales of their sexual improprieties in Georgia Lee's presence and wait for her to grow uncomfortable. It was not a game Georgia Lee enjoyed, and she had no intention of playing it now.
"I'm not sure if this is really the time or place, Fiyori."
She had let her guard down, let the skinny, smiling girl in front of her get under her skin, and Fiyori had responded by toying with her. It was lucky, Georgia Lee supposed, that the girl's only interest at this point seemed to be trying to humiliate her. Next time Fiyori might decide to strangle her while she slept. Georgia Lee straightened her back and lifted her chin, relacing her formality like one does up a shoe.
She would have to be more careful.
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"I suppose it is not."
Fiyori was once bitten by a goat. Lightly nibbled on, to be a bit more exact. But to her as a child that was like being bitten. She wasn't really sure where it was. Or why there was a goat. It wasn't a particular impacting event, and it also had been around when Fiyori was four or something. Her father joked once that all her issues stemmed from that one incident with the goat. He laughed. She laughed, too. Didn't thought it was funny.
Anyway, Georgia Lee Day was essentially like that goat. Fiyori knew she had some kind of food back then. Probably was supposed to feed the beast. Or wanted to, at least. It played coy, played shy. Drew closer and closer, and for some moments Fiyori could even pet it. Then it bit - nibbled on - Fiyori's hand, ripped out the food and ran away. GLD was basically doing that. She was being a goat.
Fiyori lured her in, made her open up and lower her guard. And then for some reason completely unexplainable for Fiyori she bit and retreated. It pissed Fiyori off, kinda, hearing the stern tone she used. But then again, she also couldn't help but giggle a bit. She enjoyed thinking about GLD as a goat, but then she remembered that the goat back then took her food.
She wondered what GLD would take.
"Well, to be fair. You'd just start judging me once I start telling my stories, so I guess you're right. Any better ideas for conversation, then?"
Fiyori was once bitten by a goat. Lightly nibbled on, to be a bit more exact. But to her as a child that was like being bitten. She wasn't really sure where it was. Or why there was a goat. It wasn't a particular impacting event, and it also had been around when Fiyori was four or something. Her father joked once that all her issues stemmed from that one incident with the goat. He laughed. She laughed, too. Didn't thought it was funny.
Anyway, Georgia Lee Day was essentially like that goat. Fiyori knew she had some kind of food back then. Probably was supposed to feed the beast. Or wanted to, at least. It played coy, played shy. Drew closer and closer, and for some moments Fiyori could even pet it. Then it bit - nibbled on - Fiyori's hand, ripped out the food and ran away. GLD was basically doing that. She was being a goat.
Fiyori lured her in, made her open up and lower her guard. And then for some reason completely unexplainable for Fiyori she bit and retreated. It pissed Fiyori off, kinda, hearing the stern tone she used. But then again, she also couldn't help but giggle a bit. She enjoyed thinking about GLD as a goat, but then she remembered that the goat back then took her food.
She wondered what GLD would take.
"Well, to be fair. You'd just start judging me once I start telling my stories, so I guess you're right. Any better ideas for conversation, then?"
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"That's... I mean, that's not fair, Fiyori. That's you judging me. I have plenty of friends who are, you know... on the spectrum." She'd wanted to say spectral for a moment, though of course that meant something else entirely.
To be fair, Georgia Lee had thought, by now it was probably true.
It was a horrible thought, but a darkly funny one at the same time, and Georgia Lee had to cover her mouth for a moment to keep from laughing. She disguised it as a cough, half-convincing.
That sort of gallows humour was probably exactly the sort of thing Fiyori would find hilarious, she realized, but Georgia Lee refrained from saying it out loud. There was no need to stoop to the girl's level.
She lowered her hand and cleared her throat.
"I'd never judge someone for being like that, I don't... I wouldn't want you to think I'm that sort of person. The sort to judge someone for what they do with other people I mean, not the sort that you are. If you are, I mean, which is entirely your own business of course..."
No amount of clarification seemed to be helping here, and Georgia Lee grew silent. Her words seemed to hang in the air between them, and she wished she could take them back; shovel them back into her mouth like ice cream or pizza or any one of a thousand different foods that she'd probably never eat again, calories be damned.
She could feel a blush stinging her cheeks, hot and awkward, and Georgia Lee turned her face away, hoping the other girl hadn't seen it.
To be fair, Georgia Lee had thought, by now it was probably true.
It was a horrible thought, but a darkly funny one at the same time, and Georgia Lee had to cover her mouth for a moment to keep from laughing. She disguised it as a cough, half-convincing.
That sort of gallows humour was probably exactly the sort of thing Fiyori would find hilarious, she realized, but Georgia Lee refrained from saying it out loud. There was no need to stoop to the girl's level.
She lowered her hand and cleared her throat.
"I'd never judge someone for being like that, I don't... I wouldn't want you to think I'm that sort of person. The sort to judge someone for what they do with other people I mean, not the sort that you are. If you are, I mean, which is entirely your own business of course..."
No amount of clarification seemed to be helping here, and Georgia Lee grew silent. Her words seemed to hang in the air between them, and she wished she could take them back; shovel them back into her mouth like ice cream or pizza or any one of a thousand different foods that she'd probably never eat again, calories be damned.
She could feel a blush stinging her cheeks, hot and awkward, and Georgia Lee turned her face away, hoping the other girl hadn't seen it.
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"Almost got it."
Fiyori commented without affection. She thought it was an amusing remark, because Fiyori thought the things she said were amusing in general. Often enough did she made some dumb statement, laughing at her own joke, only to see everyone look extremely confused. Chuckle along, politely, if they were so. But no, only GLD had to take offense, had to feel mocked by what Fiyori said.
Georgia Lee Day was very high maintenance. Fiyori wondered why she bothered at all, but then remembered that she was stuck in a closed-off room with the other girl. She wondered whether to just jam her fingers into her eye balls. But that wouldn't be particularly helpful or contributing. At all.
She looked over to GLD, and noticed that she had turned her face away from Fiyori.
"...not judging me, huh? Well, let's test that."
Fiyori reached for the rim of her poncho and lifted it up, revealing her tank top beneath it. Despite her dark skin providing poor contrast for the unobservant, a closer look would reveal a small bite mark - clearly the teeth of a human - sitting comfortably just below her left collar bone.
She grinned, and with the other hand, she pointed at the mark.
"Aiden."
Fiyori commented without affection. She thought it was an amusing remark, because Fiyori thought the things she said were amusing in general. Often enough did she made some dumb statement, laughing at her own joke, only to see everyone look extremely confused. Chuckle along, politely, if they were so. But no, only GLD had to take offense, had to feel mocked by what Fiyori said.
Georgia Lee Day was very high maintenance. Fiyori wondered why she bothered at all, but then remembered that she was stuck in a closed-off room with the other girl. She wondered whether to just jam her fingers into her eye balls. But that wouldn't be particularly helpful or contributing. At all.
She looked over to GLD, and noticed that she had turned her face away from Fiyori.
"...not judging me, huh? Well, let's test that."
Fiyori reached for the rim of her poncho and lifted it up, revealing her tank top beneath it. Despite her dark skin providing poor contrast for the unobservant, a closer look would reveal a small bite mark - clearly the teeth of a human - sitting comfortably just below her left collar bone.
She grinned, and with the other hand, she pointed at the mark.
"Aiden."
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Two parallel, purple crescent moons hung in the sky beneath the jutting pillar of Fiyori's clavicle. There was bruising around them, faint but unmistakable against the girl's soil-coloured skin, and where the teeth had been there was obvious indentation. It made the shape of an eye, and as she stared at it, it seemed to stare back at her.
Georgia Lee had an urge to run her fingers over it. Her hand reached towards it and she pulled it back, becoming suddenly conscious of what she was doing.
"Aiden, huh?"
She found a smile on her face, as the image of "Beaks"' pale, nosy countenance and non-stop used-car-salesman banter came to mind. The thought of him and Fiyori together was... well, there simply wasn't a thought. It was unthinkable.
A laugh escaped her lips.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm laughing at him, not you! Not like..." she choked back another giggle "...not for being with you, I mean, just..."
She put the back of one hand to her mouth and raised the other in a request for a moment. The picture of Aiden and Fiyori, Aiden with Fiyori, floated in front of her eyes: his tiny white frame on her lean, dark one, the expressions that must have been on his comedy-mask face, the noises he must have made, him biting her...
Georgia Lee lost it, descending into a fit of giggles. She clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself as her eyes watered, but Fiyori's look of wary bemusement only served to send Georgia Lee further over the edge.
She laughed hugely, laughed until her lungs were empty and she gasped for air, laughed at the thought of something weird and funny and ridiculous in a place as awful as this. Georgia Lee exhausted herself laughing, her chest heaving harder than it had in any distance she'd run, any softball game, any swim. She tried to explain herself, to not offend, to stop herself from seeming quite as insane as she must surely have seemed in that moment.
"I-I'm not j-judging... it's just..." It was futile, and she gave up, collapsing back into hysterics.
After she'd laughed herself out, Georgia Lee took a moment and regathered herself, still grinning, before she tried to explain.
"He's just... so tiny."
Georgia Lee had an urge to run her fingers over it. Her hand reached towards it and she pulled it back, becoming suddenly conscious of what she was doing.
"Aiden, huh?"
She found a smile on her face, as the image of "Beaks"' pale, nosy countenance and non-stop used-car-salesman banter came to mind. The thought of him and Fiyori together was... well, there simply wasn't a thought. It was unthinkable.
A laugh escaped her lips.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm laughing at him, not you! Not like..." she choked back another giggle "...not for being with you, I mean, just..."
She put the back of one hand to her mouth and raised the other in a request for a moment. The picture of Aiden and Fiyori, Aiden with Fiyori, floated in front of her eyes: his tiny white frame on her lean, dark one, the expressions that must have been on his comedy-mask face, the noises he must have made, him biting her...
Georgia Lee lost it, descending into a fit of giggles. She clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself as her eyes watered, but Fiyori's look of wary bemusement only served to send Georgia Lee further over the edge.
She laughed hugely, laughed until her lungs were empty and she gasped for air, laughed at the thought of something weird and funny and ridiculous in a place as awful as this. Georgia Lee exhausted herself laughing, her chest heaving harder than it had in any distance she'd run, any softball game, any swim. She tried to explain herself, to not offend, to stop herself from seeming quite as insane as she must surely have seemed in that moment.
"I-I'm not j-judging... it's just..." It was futile, and she gave up, collapsing back into hysterics.
After she'd laughed herself out, Georgia Lee took a moment and regathered herself, still grinning, before she tried to explain.
"He's just... so tiny."
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Fiyori felt like laughing a lot of times, and a lot of times she found herself uncaring for how inappropriate it was to laugh in a given situation. Yes, all of that was fine and dandy. From time to time, though, Fiyori found herself laughing when she didn't want to be laughing. And from time to time, she had to use a trick or two to restrain it. In this particular moment, for example, Fiyori put the tip of her tongue between her front teeth and just bit them a bit.
Often enough – actually not that often – it worked. For a second or two. Maybe a third if she was feelin' lucky. Then her face would turn into a grimace and it all came bursting out. More often than not, her own eyes betrayed her reserved appearance. In this one particular moment, for example, Fiyori's eyes were filled with bedazzled surprise at GLD completely losing her shit.
GLD was descending into an incredible giggling fit. Fiyori could see her covering her mouth, she even thought to see little cute tears in her eyes, but whenever GLD's eyes met Fiyori's, her laughter got stronger again.
Fiyori was, to be completely and utterly honest, not sure what to think. She bit on her tongue, harder yet, but she could feel her lips turning upwards. Fiyori wanted to, oh she really wanted to laugh with her but in that moment she was curious as well. Curious to watch, to observe, to think about what the fuck was wrong with that chick all of a sudden even if her lungs screamed at her to just let loose and fucking laugh together.
And then, Fiyori lost her composure completely. Georgia Lee called Aiden tiny.
Oh, it wasn't as if Fiyori was laughing right away. Instead she gasped. She chocked a bit on something and her mouth was opening and closing again and again, as if she wanted to say something. Make a stand, argue, counter, remark, defend Aiden's honor or some shit. She gestured with her hands, raised them in front of her and tried to portray the length of Aiden's dick with the distance between her hands. Maybe it was a bit longer? Maybe it was a bit shorter? Maybe a bit in between? Fuck, she actually didn't remember. Not that that was a thing she usually remembered. No clue how big his cock had been, but Fiyori surely would've remembered if it was especially tiny. Fiyori gazed at her hands, and she touched her nose with them. A witty retort of sorts, something about his nose compensating for stuff might or might not have been appropriate. Either way, she met GLD's eyes, and with a smile of both amusement and confusion she tried to gather her thoughts.
"Holy shit, man. I didn't know!"
Often enough – actually not that often – it worked. For a second or two. Maybe a third if she was feelin' lucky. Then her face would turn into a grimace and it all came bursting out. More often than not, her own eyes betrayed her reserved appearance. In this one particular moment, for example, Fiyori's eyes were filled with bedazzled surprise at GLD completely losing her shit.
GLD was descending into an incredible giggling fit. Fiyori could see her covering her mouth, she even thought to see little cute tears in her eyes, but whenever GLD's eyes met Fiyori's, her laughter got stronger again.
Fiyori was, to be completely and utterly honest, not sure what to think. She bit on her tongue, harder yet, but she could feel her lips turning upwards. Fiyori wanted to, oh she really wanted to laugh with her but in that moment she was curious as well. Curious to watch, to observe, to think about what the fuck was wrong with that chick all of a sudden even if her lungs screamed at her to just let loose and fucking laugh together.
And then, Fiyori lost her composure completely. Georgia Lee called Aiden tiny.
Oh, it wasn't as if Fiyori was laughing right away. Instead she gasped. She chocked a bit on something and her mouth was opening and closing again and again, as if she wanted to say something. Make a stand, argue, counter, remark, defend Aiden's honor or some shit. She gestured with her hands, raised them in front of her and tried to portray the length of Aiden's dick with the distance between her hands. Maybe it was a bit longer? Maybe it was a bit shorter? Maybe a bit in between? Fuck, she actually didn't remember. Not that that was a thing she usually remembered. No clue how big his cock had been, but Fiyori surely would've remembered if it was especially tiny. Fiyori gazed at her hands, and she touched her nose with them. A witty retort of sorts, something about his nose compensating for stuff might or might not have been appropriate. Either way, she met GLD's eyes, and with a smile of both amusement and confusion she tried to gather her thoughts.
"Holy shit, man. I didn't know!"
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Georgia Lee wiped her eyes, doing her best to ignore Fiyori's lewd gestures.
"You didn't know what, sorry?"
"You didn't know what, sorry?"
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Fiyori continued to observe Georgia Lee with amused eyes, but soon enough all of the glimmer faded away.
She continued to grin, and finally folded her hands together.
"I... thought about something different."
Hey, she did mention she tutored him, right? And she knew Aiden so despite all odds it wasn't so unlikely he tried. Actually no, he definitely tried. That wasn't a question, but it was dumb to assume Georgia Lee would comply.
"If you don't mind, I would like to go... piss. Yeah, in that corner over there."
She continued to grin, and finally folded her hands together.
"I... thought about something different."
Hey, she did mention she tutored him, right? And she knew Aiden so despite all odds it wasn't so unlikely he tried. Actually no, he definitely tried. That wasn't a question, but it was dumb to assume Georgia Lee would comply.
"If you don't mind, I would like to go... piss. Yeah, in that corner over there."
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Georgia Lee's eyes widened, the implication of what Fiyori was saying becoming clear.
"No, no we never... I never, I mean, at all. I just meant that he's, you know, you're so tall and he's short, that was all."
Her voice sounded small to her ears, and Georgia Lee pictured herself outside of herself, wondering how she'd look to people back home. Petty, probably. Pathetic, worrying about who people thought she'd slept with at a time like this, but she hadn't been with him, hadn't been with anyone, and didn't she have the right to at least have people know that?
Georgia Lee didn't want people thinking she was something she wasn't.
"Uhh, yeah, I don't mind. I'll look away."
She wrinkled her nose, hoping Fiyori didn't think the distaste on Georgia Lee's face was directed at her. Biological fact was hardly her fault, and Georgia Lee didn't blame her for it - it was the idea of it being filmed and broadcast that disgusted her, and the thought of people she knew and people she didn't watching it, and watching her do that, that filled her with unease.
There was something immensely dehumanizing about the loss of privacy, moreso even than the savagery of this place, or the literal collars that they wore around their throats. Being on display like this - it was like being in a zoo.
Georgia Lee pulled her cardigan tight around her, then turned and called to Fiyori as the other girl stood away from the table.
"There are some big pots in the kitchen, maybe use one of those and then we can pour it down the sink."
"No, no we never... I never, I mean, at all. I just meant that he's, you know, you're so tall and he's short, that was all."
Her voice sounded small to her ears, and Georgia Lee pictured herself outside of herself, wondering how she'd look to people back home. Petty, probably. Pathetic, worrying about who people thought she'd slept with at a time like this, but she hadn't been with him, hadn't been with anyone, and didn't she have the right to at least have people know that?
Georgia Lee didn't want people thinking she was something she wasn't.
"Uhh, yeah, I don't mind. I'll look away."
She wrinkled her nose, hoping Fiyori didn't think the distaste on Georgia Lee's face was directed at her. Biological fact was hardly her fault, and Georgia Lee didn't blame her for it - it was the idea of it being filmed and broadcast that disgusted her, and the thought of people she knew and people she didn't watching it, and watching her do that, that filled her with unease.
There was something immensely dehumanizing about the loss of privacy, moreso even than the savagery of this place, or the literal collars that they wore around their throats. Being on display like this - it was like being in a zoo.
Georgia Lee pulled her cardigan tight around her, then turned and called to Fiyori as the other girl stood away from the table.
"There are some big pots in the kitchen, maybe use one of those and then we can pour it down the sink."
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Fiyori found her way into the kitchen. That wasn't difficult, mostly because it was hard to miss. It wasn't that hard to find the shelves with pots and pans as well, though it was pretty hard to actually choose one.
Main reason was that they all were kinda disgusting, dwelling in an advanced state of rottenness, some covered with rust and some deformed beyond all recognition. Some had gaping holes in them and some were without handle. Some, she found, were even home to various insect and spiders. What a glorious topic to be picky about. Fiyori found something at least.
Pot in hand, she strutted back into the main hall, checking the walls and the ceiling and even - especially - the floor for obvious cameras hiding. It wasn't that Georgia Lee Day bothered her. There was always a lot of talk about doing your thing, and caring what other people thought, but Fiyori knew. "Ebony Chick With Crizy Eyes Woman Pees In Pot". She could imagine that video popping up on PornHub or maybe some other site with less regulation. Damn it, she hated the idea of someone jerking off to her like that.
"...I know this will sound disgusting, so I'll give you a quick head-up."
Fiyori found a semi-comfortable spot. Placed the pot on the ground and slid down her pants a bit. She was glad she was fit enough to squat, and she was glad enough her poncho covered her privates in that pose.
She felt relieved, and she could hear the urine sprinkling on the metal of the pot.
"But we have, what, two liters of water? That's good for three days at best. Probably intentional. Those fuckers-" she would have pointed to a camera if she knew where one was - "want us to fight, after all. But assuming we won't fight, and assuming we won't leave this place, we'll still need water."
Fiyori had hoped GLD would have gotten her point already. She slapped the side of the pot for emphasis.
"Just saying that maybe we shouldn't let this get down the drain."
Main reason was that they all were kinda disgusting, dwelling in an advanced state of rottenness, some covered with rust and some deformed beyond all recognition. Some had gaping holes in them and some were without handle. Some, she found, were even home to various insect and spiders. What a glorious topic to be picky about. Fiyori found something at least.
Pot in hand, she strutted back into the main hall, checking the walls and the ceiling and even - especially - the floor for obvious cameras hiding. It wasn't that Georgia Lee Day bothered her. There was always a lot of talk about doing your thing, and caring what other people thought, but Fiyori knew. "Ebony Chick With Crizy Eyes Woman Pees In Pot". She could imagine that video popping up on PornHub or maybe some other site with less regulation. Damn it, she hated the idea of someone jerking off to her like that.
"...I know this will sound disgusting, so I'll give you a quick head-up."
Fiyori found a semi-comfortable spot. Placed the pot on the ground and slid down her pants a bit. She was glad she was fit enough to squat, and she was glad enough her poncho covered her privates in that pose.
She felt relieved, and she could hear the urine sprinkling on the metal of the pot.
"But we have, what, two liters of water? That's good for three days at best. Probably intentional. Those fuckers-" she would have pointed to a camera if she knew where one was - "want us to fight, after all. But assuming we won't fight, and assuming we won't leave this place, we'll still need water."
Fiyori had hoped GLD would have gotten her point already. She slapped the side of the pot for emphasis.
"Just saying that maybe we shouldn't let this get down the drain."
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