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[deadarynn-blog]

I dare you to cut Connor's hair. Only a little.

At the dare she almost grinned, flashing white teeth and strolling towards Connor with a bounce in her step. “I don’t get scissors, do I?” she asked in a sort of pointless way, raking hands through his dark hair and pulling on strands in a poor attempt to irritate him. “Well, come with me, Connor-boy.” Dragging the man by the tips of his hair, she stopped at the nearly empty serving table, grabbing cheap plastic knives lined with ridged teeth. Without a word the girl began to saw; gripping a tuft behind his ear and wrenching it loose by force and the friction of the knife. “Don’t be mad at me–you needed a little trim,” she whispered in his ear, sprinkling soft cut strands over his head.

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[deadarynn-blog]

truth: what would you do if you could see one day into the future?

“Nothing, really. It’s just one day, and that doesn’t really make a difference. I mean, it’d be cool and everything but there’s nothing I could really do but know.”

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I dare you to make out with Harper's toe.

She’d only seen glimpses of this Harper before, but staring at the girl across the circle, Arynn didn’t know what to think. “Is that really what you want me to do?” she asked in a sort of pointless way. “Fine. Fine, but damn you, redhead.” Sauntering over to the girl, and without warning, she bent down and pecked her toe, dotting her tongue over it in mere seconds in case the hosts pronounced her actions inadequate for the dare given. “I am so sorry to be doing that,” she muttered, sitting back in her position while scrubbing her mouth with her sleeve. It wasn’t that Harper’s feet were gross, but just kissing toes in general was not something the girl tended to do.

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[deadarynn-blog]

Dare: The next person who walks by slap their ass hard.

She gaped at the girl, shocked by what the dare told her to do. “What? No,” she found herself saying, “I won’t do it.” A disturbing girl she was, but never the kind to do repulsive things to another in that sort of a way. Arynn didn’t care if she’d have to submit to a consequence one of the hosts would issue, but she wasn’t doing it. 

[deadarynn-blog]

truth: chester or connor? choose.

At the question, the girl bites her lip, eyes flitting around the circle in search for the two. “Connor’s a bitch. I hate him,” she shrugs, “and Chester--he’s a special person. So I’m going with him, because...just because.” She bothers not to list the reasons; they belong in her mind and her mind only, extending to the infinite scatter of stars hanging above.

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((((Deathsurroundsmewhereami // Miriam Vasquez /// please excuse her she's never played this game in her life)))) Dare: Eat the next meal you get while standing on your head.

“What kind of a dare is that?” she mutters, dusting off her pants and sauntering toward the food rations. There’s barely anything left, save for condensed soup, and with a grim, sarcastic smile the girl sets down a plastic bowl of it and slips off her jacket, tossing it in the general direction of Miriam and her stupid little dares. To be honest Arynn had never done a headstand before, and now she wishes there is something to at least cushion her head from the hard cement floor. “I’m only doing this because I’m a good sport,” she says, bending over and placing cold hands beneath her, stabilizing herself while taking three, sloppy licks of the soup, splashing lukewarm liquid over her mouth and cheeks. It is her toppling that ends her performance, and with a huff and several wipes of the face Arynn sits back in her place, drying her hands with a crumpled napkin while glaring at the girl.