Superhell: Lin Jingheng

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Week 0: Monday

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[He's quietly sitting in their room, a black ribbon tied around his wrist. He's also changed into the attire in the closet.]

Are you alright with sharing a room with me?

[awol]

[ oh hey there. jingheng leaves the door barely ajar, glancing towards his roommate and then towards the mechanical arm that is laying very still on the flat pillow. but he just quietly sits down next to it, picking up and looking it over. he speaks: ]

Have you already been kicked out of a room?

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No.

[He does look at the mechanical arm, but he's not very sure what to make of it.]

My key opened this door.

[awol]

Then this is your room. I have no issues.

[ glancing at the ribbon briefly, then to his eyes.




mmmmmm. ]

What is your name?

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I don't have one.

[awol]

[ oh. ]

Mm. Is there a word you prefer to be called?

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Miss Eto calls me Cosmos.

[awol]

Like the stars?

It's a good name. Do you like it?

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Like the stars and the flower.

I do.

Week 0: Saturday

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[Hello roomie, he goes straight to his bed and flops his whole body onto it.

He's so tired...

This was such a long day.]

[awol]

[ hello roomie, he is already here and flopped in his bunk so when the door opens he is lifting his head.

jingheng watches and then eases back down again. ]

Hm. Hanging in there?

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[It has been a very long day and he only has so much energy normally anyway.

Not that he did very much during trial, but he was Observing.]

I'm still here.

[awol]

That you are.

What did you think about everything today...?

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... I'm really worried about what will happen moving forward.

[awol]

That's normal... you've seen a lot today. More than most should in a single day.

[ he pauses, because man he doesn't usually have to give these kinds of talks? he will stare at the ceiling a moment longer. ]

People will act up.

[ a hum ] ... Are you scared?

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[Is he scared?]

I think... yes. I don't want to die again.

Wanting to live... that's normal.

w2, monday

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[ good morning, nameless! here comes lin jingheng with a cigarette hanging from his lips and nudging the dorm room door shut. he has a plastic bag over one arm and sets said bag down on one of the tiny desks. ]

... Hungry, Cosmos?

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[He's writing in a notebook that he probably got from one of the bookstores, but when Lin Jingheng comes in he looks up.

What a good question. Is he hungry? There's a pause to consider it, before he nods.]

A little bit. Are you?

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[ he pauses also considering. ]

... I think so. I'm too used to nutrition syringes. Don't feel the hunger much anymore.

[ he will remove two little sandwich boxes from the bag and two drinks! one is a fun, beachy fruit juice and the other is just a bottle of water, the former of which he sets closest to nameless along with the sandwich. ]

What are you writing?

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It's a journal. Writing seemed like a good way to remember Eto.

[He does take the cute fruit juice.]

Thank you.

[awol]

I think she'd like that.

[ he will put out his cigarette and start to unbox his own sandwich, sitting down in his chair. ]

I'd be curious as to what she'd write about this place.

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I also wonder... Maybe she would make it into a novel?

[awol]

Would fit the genre she wrote, I think.

Guess you're the one who's going to have to write it, hm?

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I don't know how to write a novel. Is it a skill people learn?

Week 7: Monday

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[Hello roomie, it is the return of the screens.

He's just minding his business when this series of events begins playing. In a way, it's almost like his "birth", or the realization that he is, indeed, a living being.

Nameless doesn't seem very bothered by it. It's just a piece of his short life.]