The Character Break Room

"You all act like that dying more than once thing is magic."Riddle grinned.
"Oh, I killed him the first time...T.Mor had the honours second time through though..." Mr.Face said casually.
T.Mor had pulled his knees up to his chest and was hiding his head in them.

Liz walked over to T. Mor. "I don't hate you. As long as he's okay.... " she sighed, resisting the urge to strangle T. Mor.

"How is that suppoused to make me feel better?" T.Mor wondered quietly to himself.

Peter
"I had no problem with it," I said. "If you want more of the details, the first time he died was through being sacrificed to the internet. He screamed like a small child when he merely had a few numbers carved into him. The second time was through being shot."

"I just don't want to talk about any of it, if it's all the same to you..."T.Mor told Peter. "I'm still trying to sort out the whole thing...

"I know you don't Peter. He really does like you, he wanted to change the story...and he got himself so tangled in it...he forgot those he cared about" Liz said sadly.

Peter
"Ha! If he really did like me," I began with a scowl, "he sure had a funny way of showing it."

"He's like that...he doesn't show his feelings and when he does he doesn't know how to deal with them."

Peter
"Showing his feelings?! I'm talking about the revolutionaries kidnapping me! It wouldn't have even worked if it weren't for Ezra! That is what I meant when I said he had a funny way of showing that he liked me."

"Erm...Can we...not talk about this anymore? Please?" T.Mor asked from his spot on the sofa.

"He also doesn't think before he acts kinda like Andrew....scratch that....alot like Andrew. What did he do to kidnapp you?" said Liz.

Name: Marley Marie Aldric
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Age: 14
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Peter
I wrung my hands.
"I realized what was happening... I tried to run, but he...he immobilized me. Then he tied me to a chair. I wanted to use my powers, but this angel, Aria...one of Winter's own...did some kind of magic that blocked my abilities...and so, I was held hostage. I also ended up dying in that chair."

"Oh god, Peter! I'm so sorry!" cried Liz.

Ezra walked in, bloodstained. "I just died...three times...and I'm okay!" he said shocked.

Liz turned to Ezra, fury in her eyes. She grabbed his shirt. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!! First you hurt Peter then you kill yourself?! WHY?!" she screamed. "Do you know the pain you gave Peter?! And then you made me watch you kill yourself?!" Liz was sobbing, still holding Ezra's shirt while leaning against him. Tears fell from her eyes, Ezra looked pained.

"I'm sorry, Liz. I'm so sorry....And Peter I feel terrible, I owe you an apology." said Ezra, turning to Peter.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" Liz screamed, pounding her fist against Ezra. "Do you know the crap you put me through?! And then I find out you hurt Peter?!"

T.Mor was trying to get the seat cushion to absorb him completely. He just wanted to change the subject...or go die in a fire or...something. He felt horrible for having tortured Peter that one time...And was now probably going to be torturing more people in DDS. He hated that. "Uhm...Can...Can we talk about something less...bad?" He asked terribly awkwardly.

Liz turned a shaking finger on T.Mor. "You," she said, "why did you listen to this fool?!"

"I was kind of the one that suggested taking hostages...Actually...I thought...I delivered the 'sieze him' command..." T.Mor replied, temporarily shaken out of his awkward. Well...not really shaken out, but...You get the Idea.

"No, not what I meant. Why did you kill him? Why did you even help him?!"

"I've killed him twice...You kinda...Need to specify..." T.Mor muttered to his knees.

"The. Second. Time," Liz demanded, "Why? And better yet I'll take the first one too." Ezra looked at T. Mor slightly afraid for him. Liz was small but she was scary.

"I thought I was pretty clear on my motivations for the second one actually...I told him that in my world, a reaction like that warrants an execution...And I followed through on my word when he didn't change his mind..." T.Mor explained, still staring at his knees. "And the first...I think that was in defense of my boss...But I don't really recall. There was a bit of a battle going on at the time...It...Yeah. I don't remember." T.Mor actually couldn't recall. It was a bit terrifying to notice that really. To have clumped someone whom he had spoken to and watched Riddle try to lobotomize and...well...not imprisoned at one point...To clump someone in with all the other murders he had committed. The thought did not sit well with him.

"I appreciate you trying to change his mind but you shouldn't have followed through." said Liz angrily, she turned to Ezra. "And you? Why?!"

"I..blamed myself for Peter's death...and I though it would make things...easier..." Ezra explained, avoiding her gaze. Liz slapped him, the sound echoed across the room. Ezra touched the stinging spot, surprised, she had done that. He deserved it.

"Why would you think that? I love you." she said,.and with that she walked out the door.

Marley
I limped into the room, my injuries still prominant, but hurting much less. Not to say they weren't still exceedingly painful, but not as bad. My arm was still stripped of skin and unmovable, my foot was grated and cut, my tongue was gone, there was a hole in my spine, and a large bullet wound was right in the middle of my chest. Nothing was bleeding though, which was nice. My eyes were glazed and distant as I sat down in the middle of the couch, instantly curling up into a small ball, almost not seeing anybody else there. All I could think of is Nate, going to be killed by Jake in DDS next. It was all my fault.

Andrew walked into the room, he had missed the whole Ezra-Liz fight. His eye fell on Marley, "What happened? Are you..you know...dead?"

T.Mor looked at Marley...A little bit squicked by her appearance. "Mr.Face's doing I'm assuming?" He asked flatly. He sympathised...But was terrible at showing it.