Oh boy. Leslie said nothing. Jasper just ran off. And Tara
god, Junko didnt even know.
Shed stood up, and went on this thing about how everyone was going to die eventually, even if they made it off the island. Junko felt her facial features tighten even more, her muscles did the same. No one was threatening, but
gah. She had no clue what Tara was doing. Burning her arms, asking how she wanted to die, telling them they were going to die anyways, hitting on Leslie? Well, yeah, to be fair, Leslie did have this kinda punk look going for her. It looked good, but anyways.
This whole thing made her feel uncomfortable. Like she hadnt accomplished much by being here. Was it anger? Did Tara strike a nerve? Or was it something else? All she knew was that her muscles were still tight, still primed. The bat still waited in her hand, unused for the morning. Junko wasnt sure what she had wanted when she approached her and Jasper. But shed gotten something, she wasnt sure what.
Though, she guessed Tara had a point.
Even if she was going to die someday, even long after the game, going down fighting seemed like itd make her feel more
comfortable. With herself, if thats what Tara meant. A few times, shed joked about her funeral back home. Hell, she always thought the actual death bit would happen because she did something stupid to herself. Back then, it was just that: jokes. But the serious thought of dying? The game was, to be honest, the first time shed thought about that.
But yeah. If she died fighting, shed probably feel better, wouldnt she? Not like
no. She pushed aside the memory again. That wasnt what was going to happen to her. If she had to die, go down swinging, she just said.
Junko awkwardly stood in the sand. Leslie had been surprisingly quiet? Like, again, ragebomb, but youd think shed say something. For a moment, Junko felt the most awkward shed been in her life. She became more aware of the bat, still resting on her shoulder. She didnt feel strong and confident.
Yeah, Im leaving too, she said, slipping the bat back into her bag.
It was still hefty, with all the stuff. Maybe that wasnt the best way to carry the bat. But she turned on her heels, and started walking in the other direction. Maybe she was done jogging for the morning. But she still hummed a few notes of the Rocky
theme. It was comforting, somehow.
At first her steps were awkward and unconfident. But as she thought more, her steps away from the fire pit became bolder.
Junko Kurosawa was still going to go down swinging.
((Junko Kurosawa continued in Bread Suit