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"Eye contact, intentional or not. Tension or adoration?"
Dazzled by [your] eyes
It hasn't been that long since she had arrived at the manor with the promise of meeting "an old friend"; she had believed it, and this is what she gets, being trapped with other participants from other games like hers. Everyone had been invited to the manor as well but cannot remember how they ended up trapped in it; some don't even remember how their game went, or if they did, they preferred to keep it to themselves, just like her.
She still recalls her game, that place, the scarecrow, the fire, "her angel," and even the man that kept calling her name—no, he wasn't calling her back then, was he? She doesn't remember anymore.
People have tried to leave the manor, but they either get lost in the forest and somehow get back to the gate or are sent back by that "thing"; no one knows what it is, only that it looks like a penguin. If that wasn't the only strange thing in this place, the manor was one as well; no matter how many people there were, there were enough rooms for each of them. The halls seemed to have a life of their own, taking anyone to the room they headed to. She stopped thinking about how the manor was supposed to work, not even the greenhouse's logic that somehow made every flower she planted bloom even out of season. She stopped caring that it didn't seem they could ever leave.
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Everyone has gotten used to it, "living" in the manor, that is.
There wasn't much to do inside the manor; they were forced to play games like they had played before, but mostly everyone had found a way to entertain themselves during their stay in it, she herself included. Besides the games she had during the week, she would spend most of her time inside the greenhouse. Not many visited it besides her, but it wasn't like people seemed wary of her after word got around about the incident with Kreacher—of course not. Besides, she still got to spend time with Dr. Emily after all
But sometimes she wished there could be someone else accompanying her.
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Word had gone around about a new group of people joining in soon; she was always curious to see the new people that joined, how they looked, or how they were; it filled her with so many questions.
The first to arrive was "the novelist"; she didn't think they would meet again in the manor. Not only was he a new resident of the manor, but he also presented himself as an "intermediary" between the residents and the owner of the manor. After his arrival he had approached her; he still remembered her as well and thankfully didn't bring up the past. he had asked for a small favor to pass along any notice he received from the manor's owner; she accepted it without an issue
"So I only need to announce them once a week?"
"preferably at the beginning of it, if it's not much of an issue."
"Not at all!" she had answered quite enthusiastically. "It would be nice to have something else to do during the week..."
Her silence afterwards was something he had noticed quickly. "Is there something else you want to ask?"
"There are more people joining in soon, aren't there? When will they be arriving?"
"They should be arriving soon," he answered cheerfully. "I'm counting on you, and the other residents will give them a warm welcome."
He took his leave afterwards, leaving her with only the announcements for the following week alongside a paper containing the names of the new residents arriving
"Alice DeRoss, Journalist"
"Frederick Kreiburg, Composer"
"Melly Plinius, Entomologist"
"Norton Campbell, Prospector"
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Just as the novelist had mentioned, the new residents had made their arrival shortly afterwards; as always, there was a fuss over the newcomers. Many had hoarded the attention from the newcomers, surely giving them a warm welcome into the manor.
Since there were a lot of people around, she didn't get the chance to introduce herself to any of them, but it seemed they would settle in just fine. She decided to head back to the greenhouse to spend the rest of her day not noticing she had caught someone's attention.
The newcomers had quickly settled in, a very noticeable one being the prospector who seemed to have taken the dining table as his place to spend time in. Sometimes she would catch a glimpse of him and the journalist playing some kind of board game; she had actually gotten excited when she saw the entomologist had taken the greenhouse as well as her place to be in her free time, thinking that maybe the two of them could get to know each other, but her hopes were quickly shot down when he barely acknowledged her during the entomologist's stay and just like everyone else kept to herself.
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It didn't seem like she would be able to get along with someone in this place.
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It was her first game with one of the newcomers, the prospector, wasn't it? She doesn't know well what he is capable of, but from what she has heard, many aren't fond of him already, mostly saying that he cost them their game by attracting the hunter, whatever they meant.
They were already half through the game and had managed to finish most of the ciphers but Mr. Riley had been captured by the hunter and was soon to be chaired
"WOODS!" the lawyer was trying his best to struggle out as he shouted at her. "WHAT PART OF 'GET OUT OF HERE' DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Please, if you let me help—"
She tried pleading but was quickly cut off by "Just focus on decoding!" You'll just get down while you try to break the chair. But she didn't listen; she tried her best to break the chair the hunter was heading to as quickly as possible until she noticed that the hunter was drawing closer, making her get nervous and clumsy as she broke the chair, and before she could notice, they were already behind her. Just as she prepared herself to get hit, she heard someone else's voice, "STAY PUT, I'M GOING IN!" the next thing she knew was the hunter had been propelled away from her, giving her not only enough time for her to finish breaking the chair but also giving Riley the struggle to get out the hunter's grip
"Focus on decoding; I'll be going to support. Understood?"
"y-yeah!"
It had been the prospector who had come to help, so was that what they meant by "attracting the hunter"? It seemed more like he pulled them away. She had only seen him before briefly, but this was the first time she saw him up close. Many had described him as "ill-mannered" or "rude" at first glance, but he didn't seem like that to her. He did look a bit unfriendly, but he seemed very dedicated to the task of supporting the hunter, but what seemed to really catch her attention were his eyes. When she first saw him back at the manor, his eyes seemed to be of a green color, but now they looked like a brownish color.
She shouldn't overthink over someone's eyes and focus more on getting out of this game
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"Victory: 3 survivors escaped, 1 eliminated."
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The aftermath was just as expected: Riley reprimanded her for not listening to him and delaying the game by not decoding; she just took the reprimands and headed back to the greenhouse without noticing someone following after her.
She had just begun watering the flowers when she heard the sound of the greenhouse's door open. "Ah, Mrs. Plinius, are you—" she had thought at first it was the entomologist who had come to check on her beehive only to find instead the prospector. To her surprise, "Oh, the prospector!"
"Excuse me for barging in; I just wanted to know if you were alright. That 'lawyer' seemed very mad at you."
"Oh, Mr. Riley? Everyone has gotten used to his nagging; he's just mad that the hunters target him first to chase at every game," she had said calmly.
"I would be pretty mad to be the first chase," he scoffed, "but he still shouldn't have yelled at you like that."
"It's not a big deal; besides, it wasn't like I helped a lot during the match."
"Really? I thought you did good, especially with breaking those chairs."
She couldn't help but get flustered at the comment, "Thank you, mister?"
"Campbell, Norton Campbell, miss—" he stretched his hand to her
"Woods, Emma Woods." She took it to hers and shook their hands. "I hope we are able to keep working together in these games."
-
She seemed naive, and it was easy for him to make her trust him; she could be useful for him to survive these games. She seemed to be the only one that could break those damn chairs, and from what she told him, she was connected to one of those "hunters," probably the one that let her go on a previous game.
