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Rebecca was sitting atop the roof, alone save for a carton of various fruits and food bits that she'd swiped from the cafeteria before it could be considered garbage. With their pod full of constant bustle, she'd gone out in search of a place that was actually, you know, private.
Hence the roof. Currently the roof access was to her left side, allowing her not to be blindsided but hopefully not distracted. Hopefully.
Her right glove lay across one of her thighs, bare hand hovering above an impressive but slightly squishy watermelon. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to breathe deeply, then looked down at the fruit that was about to become her next victim.
The theory was that the watermelon was large enough for her to note progress and, if all went well, be able to do something while still touching it, much like Matthew's arm. She was pretty sure she'd go through most of the food, though.
Exhaling slowly, she placed her hand on the watermelon.
With no set sign of what had been triggered in Tutorial, Rebecca decides to wing it. She watches the rot for a brief moment before picturing the decay stopping, like it's gone up against one fo her gloves.
Rebecca's lips curl into a snarl as the fruit turns to decaying mush, wiping the remains off her hand on the rooftop as she glares at the remains of fruity despair.
Huffing a sigh, Rebecca uses her gloved hand to reach for an apple, pausing to stare back at the girl who's staring at her. The heat rises to her cheeks as she realizes that she probably had put on quite the display.
Her attention is split in two between her next victim and the word 'yet.' In normal circumstances, it would worry her more, but Rebecca's mood has her.
Trying a new theory, she lays two fingers on the apple, every hate-filled thought being turned on it.
A flicker of satisfaction, though it's more for the fact the object of said feelings died rather splendidly. At least they'd all make it to the compost heap if she could help it.
Still ignoring the other girl, though the back of her neck starts to tingle. Her frown deepens as she picks up a strawberry, puts one finger to it, and focuses one her memories of her father. The good ones. The ones that leave her calm and feeling loved.
Rebeccca reaches over for another one and jumps like a scalded cat at the sight of the new girl so close to her. She flinches away and raises a hand to shield herself, but her neck still touches the girl's forearm.
"What the hell? What's wrong with you?" She's already looking for damage while her heart hammers in her head.
Fiona's skin rots at the touch! She doesn't seem to pull her arm away as it rests on Rebecca's neck. Her eyes widen at the sight of her flesh rotting on her arm, spreading.
"Seriously?!" Panic and disbelief creep into her voice as Rebecca jerks her entire body back, catching herself on her gloved hand so she doesn't topple over.
Her cheeks flush at the mention of a second time. Which time it is doesn't matter; Rebecca rolls herself into a sitting position, then onto her knees so she can stand.
"What are you doing here? Why did you do that? You saw what I did to that fruit. Why would you just stand there and let it happen to you?" Her head's buzzing from the promise of a headache from all this, each question spilling out faster than the first.
"That makes no sense. If you knew, why the hell would you stay there?" Still watching, but no sign of any sort of regeneration. That just made this even more ridiculous. She couldn't even wrap her head around this. What was this girl's problem?
She'd start to peel off some of the dead skin. Holding it up in front of her face staring at it. Her arm was oozing and bleeding where the flesh was peeled off.