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[Larkin is whistling as he scoops some of the spilled indigo blood into a vial. He is not approached by the crew, but they zoom in while he clearly looks around to see if anyone saw him. Satisfied in having gone unseen, he chuckles, tosses the vial into the air and catches it, and stows it away somewhere on his person before swaggering out of frame.] #AngelsNutritionblock #confessional @abattoirsGutter

Kult: +7

Kull: +4

Total: 11

Ratio: 1.75

[It’s a peaceful cigarette break for Junoia. There’s a light breeze that rustles surrounding shrubbery. She’s relaxed as she watches a chirpbeast hop along and peck at the ground. That is, until the sound of something slapping against the concrete makes itself known. The echo against the building’s walls increasing in volume and frequency. Both the chirpbeast and Junoia pause, looking for the source of the sound. The camera pans over to the right. It’s Mintyl running in the most pathetic way. Seeing him from the front almost makes it worse. He’s covered in sweat, hair clinging to his face as he flails along. What is he even running from? As his shoes SLAP SLAP SLAP against the concrete, the chirpbeast flaps its wings to get out of the way. Junoia’s otherwise normally flat expression morphs into that of clear annoyance with only her eyebrows knitting together to furrow at Mintly as he attempts to run by her before tripping and falling face first onto the concrete. Junoia watches without moving, cigarette between her fingers still, until she raises it to her lips and takes the longest drag from it likely caught on camera so far. She turns to the camera directly, animosity etched clearly on her otherwise stoic facial expression.] #AngelsNutritionblock #confessional @acquittalTort

Kult: +9

Kull: +4

Total: 13

Ratio: 2.25

[ Mintyl, wild-eyed and damp with cold, nervous sweat, wheezes into a brown paper bag. ] - Pfffhee - HOWww #AngelsNutritionblock #confessional @assistMint

Kult: +19

Kull: +14

Total: 33

Ratio: 1.36

[Junoia is sitting and glaring at the camera again. This time, her eyes are seated deeper in her face. She is exhausted, too exhaused even to care about there being at least 6 more grubs crawling around on her by that point. She dares not move and has come to terms with the grubs' presence.] My comment to the public is that I do not like Mintyl. [The camera cuts to after the loser decision was made for the night. Junoia gently wades throught the sea of grubs and closing herself off in the walk-in frozen storage block. A muffled "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" could be barely heard through the heavy metal door. 30 seconds of silence later, Junoia suddenly pushed the door open right into the cameratroll. A moment passes where they readjust and find Junoia glaring directly at them (not the camera). Her gaze holds unwavering for longer than anyone would like until she pulled out a cigarette from her inner chef jacket pocket and walked away, flicking on a lighter as she pushed door to the alley open and went through.] #AngelsNutritionblock #confessional @acquittalTort

Kult: +22

Kull: +9

Total: 31

Ratio: 2.44

Mintyl "Lonescar" Tsurga