beths death x2

(Nicholas Cappello) ** Nick simply stands, his eyes casted downwards, shrouded by his sunglasses. The distress was incredibly visible in his demeanor and aura. **
Heather Davies: I'm gonna cry.
Bentley Blake: -- Y'could have done worse than' that. Thank you.
** Bentley Blake swallows. "When she-... when she goes. I'd like t'be the one to-... make sure she stays that way."
Heather Davies: I can't do this! I really can't -- it's gonna...
** Bentley Blake looks to Nick, then.
** Nicholas Cappello nods to Bentley, "-I-... I'd ratha' not do it, so."
Heather Davies: Why can't it ever be easy?
Bentley Blake: -- I don' wanna either. But she's mine.
Nicholas Cappello: Mm, you can-... do it if y'want, Bentley.
Heather Davies: Nobody wants to.
Nicholas Cappello: I know, but he's volunteerin'.... s'fucked up.
Nicholas Cappello: Th' situation is.
Nicholas Cappello: Ain't th' kinda' deicison anyone should have t'make.
Heather Davies: I want to go. But I can't.
** Bethany Cappello shuffles out of the bathroom as quietly as can be managed. She slips right, probably following through on her earlier request for fresh, cool air.

[L] (CSM. Evelyn Konieczka) [EVENT] ** There's a sudden deep, percussive blast from the patio. **
[L] ** CSM. Evelyn Konieczka steps out, though probably much slower than everyone else.
** Nicholas Cappello skids to a stop, pivoting left.
[L] (Bethany Cappello) ** They find the blood first, where it seeps out into the stone path and spreads thinly between each brick. **
Bentley Blake: No no no-
Nicholas Cappello: B-
Nicholas Cappello: B-BETHANY?!
** Bentley Blake pushes through the brush.
[L] (Bethany Cappello) ** The trail leads them to the still-warm corpse of their friend. She's sprawled out in the grass at a strange angle with a handgun not far from one side's stretched-out fingers. Her eyes, dark and warm, stare up into the night sky with a newfound peace. It's grim, but no less than the other option they were faced with. **
** CSM. Evelyn Konieczka tip-toes to not get blood on her boot treads. Moseying over to the edge of the balcony, she doesn't even look.
** Heather Davies flinches. Blood stains the already muddied white of her kicks, and she holds back a sob.
** Nicholas Cappello scrambles to the body, kicking up leaves and dirt as he slides to her side. Moving to scoop her limp torso up in his arms.
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** Bentley Blake doesn't pick up his gun. He just drops to his knees and starts sobbing.
Nicholas Cappello: B-b-...
Nicholas Cappello: [WHISPER] -...Bethany-.. f-fuck, no.
(Bethany Cappello) ** Her body hisses out air as it's jostled, but there's no life to be found. It's false hope; she's dead, long before her time and at her own hand. **
** Heather Davies stares down at her own feet. She doesn't cry.
Bentley Blake: [WHISPER] I'm-- I'm so sorry I'm--
(Nicholas Cappello) ** Nick simply cradles her corspe in his arms, hiding his face in her chest. Sobs are choked out, and tears slide their way from underneath his sunglasses, down his cheeks. Rocking back and forth gently. **
** Bentley Blake grasps for her, as if she'll still be alive. She isn't. He breaks down into sobs.
Nicholas Cappello: [WHISPER] -I'm-... so fucking-... -ugh.
** Nicholas Cappello hisses between his teeth, squeezing the cloth of her jacket in his hands.
(Bethany Cappello) ** It's damp with sweat, rain, and blood. No matter how hard they kneel and pray, God isn't with them. He doesn't bring her back. The world keeps turning. **
(Nicholas Cappello) ** Nick simply holds her corspe, and sobs, for several minutes. Mumbling out various pleas, apologies, and curses at the world throughout. As tough of a face he puts on, he was crumbling like a sack of wet tissues. **
Heather Davies: -I can't do this, Bentley.
** Bentley Blake isn't any better. He looks up. Swallows. "I-... go back to camp, yeah? We'll-- bring her."
Nicholas Cappello: -We-..
Nicholas Cappello: -...a fucking-... blanket, /please/.