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Two down now, but who's countin' anyway? | Maltet | Posttrial Open
((CW: attempted hanging)) After the trial was over, Maltet had waited until everyone else had gone wherever they planned on going. Most to bed, probably - they were all exhausted. Maltet was as well, but she didn't go to bed. Despite her exhaustion, she trudged to the golf course, practically dragging her feet across the ground. She looked pitifully tired. Her eyes were empty, and her movements were like a wooden doll. If one didn't know better, they could mistake her for a shambling zombie. She immediately entered the golf shed, and began to search through it. She had no regard for keeping the place organized, and several things ended up tossed around before she found what she was looking for. A coil of rope. God only knew why the golf shed had rope, but it also had javelins, so who was she to question it? And besides, it only made everything easier for her. Rope in hand, she exited the golf course and began to walk to Kevin's as quickly as she could. If she remembered correctly, there were ceiling fans in the restaurant - that would work nicely. She quietly entered the restaurant, and grabbed one of the nearest chairs. She pulled it up under one of the ceiling fans, having to get on her tip toes and even stack another chair on top in order to reach the fan and successfully tie one end of the rope around it. She took a deep breath as she began to tie the other end. Soon. It would be over soon. She could almost see Mouthpiece when she closed her eyes. [not describing the attempt itself bc I'm a weenie] Maltet hit the floor with a loud 'thump'. Apparently, she wasn't as good at tying knots as she thought she was. The rope had come undone over her weight, causing her to fall to the floor below. She didn't even have the energy to get back up. She just lay there with the toppled chairs and failed noose, numbly crying and rubbing at her now-very-sore neck. She barely registered the sound of footsteps, and when she did, her only response was to half-mumble a sentence. "Suicide 's a private matter...."
And When I Have Died, Will You Use My Spine? | Maltet | Body Discovery Reaction / Open
Maltet stood there in shock for a moment. Her mind was fighting to process this in its shocked, panicked state. As everything began to sink in, she replayed in her head every conversation she had had with Mouthpiece. The first person Maltet had ever truly bonded with - the first person she had ever opened her heart up to, gone. Snatched away in an instant, like it was nothing.
As she finally managed words, Maltetâs voice was barely a whisper. She reached over with trembling hands, gently placing one on the side of Mouthpieceâs pale face.
âMouthyâŚ?â
A nickname or simply just an inability to get the whole name out? It was unclear.
âMouthy, you promisedâŚâ
As Maltet struggled the words out, she remembered when she and Mouthpiece talked about what they would do when they escaped - if they escaped. They would travel the world together. Mouthpiece promised to stay alive so she could leave with Maltet. It was a promise - they swore to get out, and travel together. Maltet had been skeptical at first, but as she had bonded with Mouthpiece, she had hoped that dream of traveling would come true. She had cared for Mouthpiece - trusted her, loved her. Words Maltet had spent her whole life trying to understand, and Mouthpiece had helped her towards learning them.
And now, that was gone. Mouthpiece was gone, and Maltet felt so utterly alone and hurt. They couldnât escape together - the dream of two traveling girlfriends, dashed. Maltet could feel something boiling up inside her as she looked at the body - anger, it seemed, but she wasnât sure. She didnât know who she was angry at, either. Herself? Mouthpiece? The culprit? The others? Perhaps all of them. For now, she directed her anger at what was in front of her - she pounded her fist on the table as tears began to stream down her face, dampening her mask.
âYou promised. You stupid lying bitch, you promised! Why did you lie to me!? IâŚI trusted you, you know that?â
Maltet took a shaky breath, tugging harshly on her pigtails. It wasnât doing anything to calm her, but it had become an impulsive behavior whenever her emotions got out of hand.
âThis is why I never trusted people. Why didnât you just let me be alone? Instead of lying to me like this.â
Partially in a fit and partially because she realized talking to a corpse was useless, Maltet stomped out of the room. She didnât want to be around anyone. She knew she would have to investigate soon enough, but for now she couldnât stand to be near people. Someone might try to make her trust them again - and besides, one of them was a filthy fucking murderer who didnât think about anyone but themselves. She stormed to her room, punching the wall on the way - not enough to damage it, lest she face Del'Arteâs fury, but enough to show that she was mad. She came into her room, and slammed the door behind her. She took her rabbit plushie and sat against the door with it, praying no one would knock. She needed some time to be alone from the world - after all, she had just been slapped in the face with the reminder that she couldnât ever trust anyone. If she did, they would always hurt her, intentionally or not.
Mostly, I Can't Even Tell What I'm Running From! | Maltet | Ch5 Motive | Open
Maltet had been half-listening as Del'Arte went on about answering questions. She was a bit more interested in the flashlights she and the others had been provided with, and why they would need them. After all, they would only need flashlights if it was going to be-- Oh. The dome immersed every inch of the country club in darkness almost immediately. Similarly, Maltet's face went sheet-white almost immediately - not that anyone could see it. Oh god, oh god. Maltet had had enough panic attacks lately - she needed to calm down. She needed to go back to her usual stoic nature, all these meltdowns were weakening her. She could feel her stomach turning and her chest tightening as she fought to calm down. It wasn't working. It wasn't working, she wasn't calming down - why wasn't she calming down!? She started yanking on her pigtails, tugging so hard that small chunks of hair came out. It wasn't working, she still felt terrified and she hated the dark and she couldn't see anything except for what the flashlight illuminated. She was painfully aware of the fact that she was hyperventilating and whimpering loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. She jumped as someone touched her shoulder, falling over and scrambling backwards, fumbling for her flashlight so she could see who it was. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screeched, already in tears.
Behold the world's worst accident! | Maltet | OPEN
Oh, fucking fantastic. First they were trapped in this dingy campsite with barely any reliable light, and now the plague was catching. Because this was definitely what Maltet needed in her life right now. She groaned, not wanting to even think about dealing with this. "What's next? You're going to starve us if you don't see bloodshed?" She turned on her heel and stormed off, clutching her plush rabbit to her chest. Well, where else to go but her tent? Looking a lot like a pouting child, she crawled into her tent and sat in the corner of it. She was probably acting like a little kid, but she didn't care - she wasn't in the mood to deal with Del'Arte's bullshit. Well, she was definitely noticeable while storming to her tent. Anyone interested in bothering a small child?

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Don't Be Scared | Maltet | Open
Maltet did not appreciate many things. She did not appreciate the pool party, she did not appreciate Papillon's prank, she did not appreciate the negative burst of emotion she was going through, and she most certainly did not appreciate 'getting dunked on' or the motive. She had left her ElectroID on the bench, and grabbed it as she left the scene of the motive announcement. As she tried and failed to put it in a pocket that didn't exist, she realized that they could leave the water park. She grabbed the closest towel, wrapped it around herself for extra coverage, and ran towards the hotel - and more importantly, her room - as fast as her little legs could carry her. As she ran, she checked the message on her ElectroID. Her face only grew paler. Not over the secret she had been given - it was bad, sure, but she could handle knowing it. But the fact that someone knew her secret. Someone knew. She began to run even faster, feeling more exposed than ever. There was no way the person could know it was her, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter that she wouldn't have been able to change even if Papillon hadn't thrown her clothes into the water, she was still upset. Oh, sure, she had managed to retrieve them, and she was thankful she had a virtually identical outfit in her room, but it didn't make her any less mad. As her room came nearer, she focused herself on it. Don't think about the motive, don't think about your secret, don't think about Papillon's childish prank. Focus on the next objective, that was advice she had heard somewhere. It was great advice, until you slammed directly into someone and fell back onto the floor. "Ow! Ow, fuck, fuck, ow!" Not noticing people and slamming directly into people - truly, she was on a roll today.
Modern Moonlight | Maltet | Open
Maltet didnât want to be at the party by any stretch of the imagination. She hated water parks, she hated swimsuits, and she most certainly hated going to any event planned by Del'Arte. But attendance was mandatory, and she would rather put up with a stupid party for a few hours than potentially be killed for playing hooky. She had found a wetsuit, which was possibly the most modest thing swimwear sections had to offer, and left her clothes in a small pile in the surf shop. Probably not a very secure place to put them, but who would mess with her clothes? It wasnât like they would even fit anyone else besides potentially Athena.Â
She was sitting on one of the benches, watching the water in the different portions of the park splash around. The lazy river and the giant bucket were particularly mesmerizing to watch, in her opinion. Okay, so maybe watching water park attractions wasnât very interesting at all, but she didnât have anything better to do. After watching the giant bucket send another mass of water splashing everywhere, she noticed that someone was approaching her. She glanced over at them, wondering if it was someone else already tired of the party.Â
âWhatâs going on with you?"Â
Missed Me | Maltet | Chapter 2 Open
The new area was a water park. Two people were dead and their prize was a water park. Maltet groaned, incredibly unexcited about it. They could have gotten something potentially useful to them, but it was possibly one of the most useless things she could think of. If anything, it was a death trap - countless places to drown a victim. One could even trick a person into swimming with them before betraying with them.
âProbably what she had in mind, anywayâŚan entire place just being a giant watery death trap for anyone who decides to swim.â
Well, did it even count as swimming? None of the water seemed to get deeper than five feet. Really, the only people who would be doing any swimming were her and Athena, and Maltet herself didnât plan on it. Instead, she sat on the edge of the lazy river, only dipping her feet into the water. She had gotten a bit occupied mulling over the new area and the trial they had just escaped. She didnât really want to talk to anyone - she was irritated about more than a few things. And now, the new area was completely ridiculous. She was so caught up in all this overly bitter thinking that she didnât notice someone approaching her.