Man. Talk about a literal dirt nap.
((G061: Begin))
Like, for real. Charelle had been, like, completely KTFO’d right up until now. Kinda hard to not realize what this was because lol @ trying to pretend that none of this was happening but if she were given the choice, Charelle would’ve acted as if this was the aftermath of one big party or something. Like, she’d gone ZOOTOPIA all night all over the house and she’d gone so hard that she’d literally blown the house up and everyone had kinda zonked out in the remains. Wasn’t something she’d put past herself. Sorta kinda what happened over at #swiftball. She’d had a big night and now she was up and atem to deal with the hangover. For once, that actually sounded kinda nice.
Wasn’t what was actually happening, though. Keeping onto that idea would be… really dumb, and Charelle was only at the level of ‘kinda dumb.’ Real shit she needed to do was to like… get up. Sort out
uh
Stuff. She’d sort this stuff out. Meaning of stuff was really not in her dictionary right now, but she’d, uh, sort that stu- sort that shit out later. She got up. Felt the whole world (well, the whole whatever this place was) spin around her. Felt the pain that came whenever she’d gone ZOOTOPIA at a level that literally blew the house up. Hey, maybe this was a hangover. It wasn’t, but hey, nice to know that she was actually at the level of ‘really dumb’. Might make this whole experience better in some way she didn’t really know. She put the feelers out to the ground all around her, found a bag with a- her number on it (man, why couldn’t she be 69), and-
Stopped as something made the big whirr noise. Looked up, around, to try and see what it was. Saw a camera, staring right at her non-literal ass. Stared back at it. Pouted. Made the :/ face.
Stood up.
Fell back down.
Stood back up again. Rocked from side to side except the dick she got last night was way more metaphorical. She made it through to that little sweet spot under the camera, bag in tow, and started unzip-
Heard another big whirr noise. Saw another camera staring at her. Made the :/ face again.
...Turned out that being really dumb wasn’t going to help her out here. Thought that it would now that she was no longer part of society, but…
Eh.
She’d figure this out.
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Well. This was something.
What exactly 'something' was was debatable right now. Not good, that's for sure. He'd figure out the details once he was able to think clearly again.
B021 - FELIX REES: ISLAND START
He supposed, then, that the full reality of the situation hadn't quite hit him. It wouldn't be the first time he severely underestimated the severity of the situation. Was that a bad thing? He didn't think it was, but that's hardly the kind of thing he self-reflected on anyway. Felix was always too busy doing... er... literally anything else, frankly. There was no time to be serious when he needed to get off another zinger.
Here, though?
Mmmm... again, it wasn't really hitting him.
He'd decided to leave the gun in the bag. He wasn't going to use it anyhow, so he didn't think it was worth having it out. Didn't want to scare any poor soul by having the thing out in the open, right? That wouldn't be funny, after all.
A lot of things that would have been funny back home wouldn't be, here.
Felix stumbled around for a while, trying to get his bearing here, but all these houses looked the exact fucking same, man. Whatever. He supposed picking one was better than picking none. Being inside was better than being outside, so...
Felix opened the door and came face to face almost immediately with someone else.
What exactly 'something' was was debatable right now. Not good, that's for sure. He'd figure out the details once he was able to think clearly again.
B021 - FELIX REES: ISLAND START
He supposed, then, that the full reality of the situation hadn't quite hit him. It wouldn't be the first time he severely underestimated the severity of the situation. Was that a bad thing? He didn't think it was, but that's hardly the kind of thing he self-reflected on anyway. Felix was always too busy doing... er... literally anything else, frankly. There was no time to be serious when he needed to get off another zinger.
Here, though?
Mmmm... again, it wasn't really hitting him.
He'd decided to leave the gun in the bag. He wasn't going to use it anyhow, so he didn't think it was worth having it out. Didn't want to scare any poor soul by having the thing out in the open, right? That wouldn't be funny, after all.
A lot of things that would have been funny back home wouldn't be, here.
Felix stumbled around for a while, trying to get his bearing here, but all these houses looked the exact fucking same, man. Whatever. He supposed picking one was better than picking none. Being inside was better than being outside, so...
Felix opened the door and came face to face almost immediately with someone else.
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Dude opened the door. The next two lines popped right up into her head but she shook them out, actually tried to put a little bit of effort into what she was gonna say, for once in her life. It’d be easy peasy to go with the big meme reference answer, but nah, nah, situation called for something a little more serious regardless of how much Charelle wanted to get back onto the floor rn. There was something to speak for in making sure the big guys up in the cameras knew who the fuck they were dealin’ with here but it wouldn’t really help out the little guy in front of her all that much. Would make him feel even more dis-something than he was currently looking. Nah, nah. Dude right here needed to be eased in, made comfy. Wouldn’t really help for long, but hey, helping others was the cool thing to do, right?
“Yo.”
Dude in front of her was Felix, by the way. Correction: cool dude in front of her was Felix. Whether he remained a cool dude or not kinda relied on whether he was going to act like a cool dude, but Charelle was gonna give him the court routine, assume that he was a cool dude until he suddenly wasn’t. But seriously, yeah, Felix seemed okay. Surprisingly wasn’t someone Charelle hung with more than once or twice but again, yeah, Felix = cool dude. Fun guy at parties with all the magic and stuff. Would be a fun guy to have round here assuming he remained a the cool dude he seemed to be.
But yeah. Big priority was helping him out. Dude... seriously did not look all that good.
“Everything okay?” She asked. Only realized it was a kinda stupid question right in the middle of speaking. “I mean, like, other than all everything the everything. You really don’t look too good.”
“Yo.”
Dude in front of her was Felix, by the way. Correction: cool dude in front of her was Felix. Whether he remained a cool dude or not kinda relied on whether he was going to act like a cool dude, but Charelle was gonna give him the court routine, assume that he was a cool dude until he suddenly wasn’t. But seriously, yeah, Felix seemed okay. Surprisingly wasn’t someone Charelle hung with more than once or twice but again, yeah, Felix = cool dude. Fun guy at parties with all the magic and stuff. Would be a fun guy to have round here assuming he remained a the cool dude he seemed to be.
But yeah. Big priority was helping him out. Dude... seriously did not look all that good.
“Everything okay?” She asked. Only realized it was a kinda stupid question right in the middle of speaking. “I mean, like, other than all everything the everything. You really don’t look too good.”
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There was someone in front of him. Yeah. Uh...
Felix tried to remember her name. It started with a C, didn't it? Ch? Damn it, it really was getting harder to think.
Was that normal? Knockout gas was supposed to clear up after a while, wasn't it? It felt it was just getting worse.
"The-"
His voice sounded weird. Hmm. Maybe he just needed some sleep. Maybe it was someone weird delayed effect with the gas. Everything from before was a haze, so he couldn't really tell. Oh well.
"Yeah, uh..." he said to no one in particular. And then he fell forward, landing on the floor with a thud.
Felix tried to remember her name. It started with a C, didn't it? Ch? Damn it, it really was getting harder to think.
Was that normal? Knockout gas was supposed to clear up after a while, wasn't it? It felt it was just getting worse.
"The-"
His voice sounded weird. Hmm. Maybe he just needed some sleep. Maybe it was someone weird delayed effect with the gas. Everything from before was a haze, so he couldn't really tell. Oh well.
"Yeah, uh..." he said to no one in particular. And then he fell forward, landing on the floor with a thud.
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Well.
Uh.
...Shit.
Charelle zoomed. Got to the door — felt her knee start its usual bitching as she did so, shit, shit — and closed it before any non-cool mofo dudes could go all rat-a-tat on the both of them. She went to Felix, tried to pull him closer to the center of the room and wow geez either this dude was heavy or this girl couldn’t lift but hey whatever it didn’t matter because she’d gotten him where she wanted him to be and as a bonus even got him flipped over, butter side face up. She looked around, tried to see what she could use. Found her bag, dragged it over, and-
Heard the camera make the big whirr noise. Paused. Heard the other one make the noise. Looked at one, then at the other. Went :/ all over again.
Looked at Felix. Looked at the cameras again. Looked back at Felix.
“Fuck,” she said, growling as she started sifting through the bag, seriously hoping that the guys behind the camera weren’t jerks enough to not give out meds. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon…”
Uh.
...Shit.
Charelle zoomed. Got to the door — felt her knee start its usual bitching as she did so, shit, shit — and closed it before any non-cool mofo dudes could go all rat-a-tat on the both of them. She went to Felix, tried to pull him closer to the center of the room and wow geez either this dude was heavy or this girl couldn’t lift but hey whatever it didn’t matter because she’d gotten him where she wanted him to be and as a bonus even got him flipped over, butter side face up. She looked around, tried to see what she could use. Found her bag, dragged it over, and-
Heard the camera make the big whirr noise. Paused. Heard the other one make the noise. Looked at one, then at the other. Went :/ all over again.
Looked at Felix. Looked at the cameras again. Looked back at Felix.
“Fuck,” she said, growling as she started sifting through the bag, seriously hoping that the guys behind the camera weren’t jerks enough to not give out meds. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon…”
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[G05: Sierra Cook - START]
Sierra would say this was a nightmare, but she would honestly say she has had better nightmares.
On the outside Sierra was trying her best to stay calm and collected, to appear like she wasn't scared. Inside though? Fucking train wreck. Not like anyone would blame her, she and her class were fucking kidnapped by a terrorist organization and put on goddamn Survival of the Fittest. Only people who wouldn't flinch at that is someone super cynical — much more so than her — or a psychopath. Neither of which Sierra was. Cynical? Certainly but not that much. Psychopath? She punched Faith once but that bitch deserved it.
It was surreal coming to terms with what was happening. One moment she was on her way home from a school trip, the next she wakes up to see one of her teacher get her brains blown out, then she wakes up again in some weird fucking town where the houses are all the same. How does something like this happen? Survival of the Fittest that is. Once or twice, sure, okay. She got that, but wasn't this the seventh time this has happened? What sort of fuck ups are in charge of preventing this shit? Well... Coach Skinner as she recalled. That guy had objected to the check Ms. Garcia had wanted to do of the bus, a check that might have saved their lives. Instead, here she was.
"Fuck..." She muttered as she walked down the street of this housing area. To think she would miss being home. Her parents had their faults and were assholes, but she preferred them judging her for who she was to being on this fucking bullshit. Was there some creep watching her right now on the internet? Jacking off at the thought of someone splitting her skull open with an ax?
What were her parents thinking? Were they worried about her, despite who she was? Were they elated because now they don't have to keep pretending like they loved her? Glad that the world would have one less faggot, even if it was their daughter?
Sierra clicked her tongue and her gripped tighten around the stun gun she found in the duffel bag that was assigned to her. Maybe she was being too cynical about her parents right now, but it made her feel better to focus on the anger and frustration she felt with her parents instead of fear. Anger she could control, fear she could not.
It was kill or be killed, and Sierra decided she wasn't going to kill anyone. At least, not intentionally. She wasn't a good person, but she wasn't a monster. They wanted her to kill? Fuck 'em. She'll find a way. There had to be a way. They no doubt made it harder to escape over the years but there is no perfect system, there must be a hole in there security somewhere. Whether or not she could find it was another matter entirely.
She approached one of the identical looking houses, going to its front door. She may as well check around while she was here, after all she needed to find some of her friends. No doubt they would be better off having her by their side in this place. Like Beryl. Beryl was on the trip and she would need help. Not many people could deal with her condition like Sierra could. Sierra had experience with her best friend's medical issues, enough to know what to do.
Beryl... Part of her still felt hurt about what happened at Prom, but another part was telling that part to shut the fuck up. Beryl was her friend and whatever she did that wouldn't change. They would need to talk about what happen, obviously, but she wasn't going to abandon Beryl.
Sierra opened a door to the house and stepped inside... and saw two people on the floor, a girl and a guy who she couldn't recall the names of, the girl was over the guy digging through a duffel bag.
Sierra glared and allowed her duffel bag that was slung around her shoulder to fall to the floor with a loud thud. She adjusted her stance, stun gun at the ready in case she need to lunge forward to strike.
"Hey," she said, trying to sound as threatening as she could muster. "You want to explain what the hell you're doing?"
Sierra would say this was a nightmare, but she would honestly say she has had better nightmares.
On the outside Sierra was trying her best to stay calm and collected, to appear like she wasn't scared. Inside though? Fucking train wreck. Not like anyone would blame her, she and her class were fucking kidnapped by a terrorist organization and put on goddamn Survival of the Fittest. Only people who wouldn't flinch at that is someone super cynical — much more so than her — or a psychopath. Neither of which Sierra was. Cynical? Certainly but not that much. Psychopath? She punched Faith once but that bitch deserved it.
It was surreal coming to terms with what was happening. One moment she was on her way home from a school trip, the next she wakes up to see one of her teacher get her brains blown out, then she wakes up again in some weird fucking town where the houses are all the same. How does something like this happen? Survival of the Fittest that is. Once or twice, sure, okay. She got that, but wasn't this the seventh time this has happened? What sort of fuck ups are in charge of preventing this shit? Well... Coach Skinner as she recalled. That guy had objected to the check Ms. Garcia had wanted to do of the bus, a check that might have saved their lives. Instead, here she was.
"Fuck..." She muttered as she walked down the street of this housing area. To think she would miss being home. Her parents had their faults and were assholes, but she preferred them judging her for who she was to being on this fucking bullshit. Was there some creep watching her right now on the internet? Jacking off at the thought of someone splitting her skull open with an ax?
What were her parents thinking? Were they worried about her, despite who she was? Were they elated because now they don't have to keep pretending like they loved her? Glad that the world would have one less faggot, even if it was their daughter?
Sierra clicked her tongue and her gripped tighten around the stun gun she found in the duffel bag that was assigned to her. Maybe she was being too cynical about her parents right now, but it made her feel better to focus on the anger and frustration she felt with her parents instead of fear. Anger she could control, fear she could not.
It was kill or be killed, and Sierra decided she wasn't going to kill anyone. At least, not intentionally. She wasn't a good person, but she wasn't a monster. They wanted her to kill? Fuck 'em. She'll find a way. There had to be a way. They no doubt made it harder to escape over the years but there is no perfect system, there must be a hole in there security somewhere. Whether or not she could find it was another matter entirely.
She approached one of the identical looking houses, going to its front door. She may as well check around while she was here, after all she needed to find some of her friends. No doubt they would be better off having her by their side in this place. Like Beryl. Beryl was on the trip and she would need help. Not many people could deal with her condition like Sierra could. Sierra had experience with her best friend's medical issues, enough to know what to do.
Beryl... Part of her still felt hurt about what happened at Prom, but another part was telling that part to shut the fuck up. Beryl was her friend and whatever she did that wouldn't change. They would need to talk about what happen, obviously, but she wasn't going to abandon Beryl.
Sierra opened a door to the house and stepped inside... and saw two people on the floor, a girl and a guy who she couldn't recall the names of, the girl was over the guy digging through a duffel bag.
Sierra glared and allowed her duffel bag that was slung around her shoulder to fall to the floor with a loud thud. She adjusted her stance, stun gun at the ready in case she need to lunge forward to strike.
"Hey," she said, trying to sound as threatening as she could muster. "You want to explain what the hell you're doing?"
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Charelle’s first thought as the stun gun was levelled at her was: ‘c’mon man, I closed that door to keep the fuckos out. y’can’t just come on in here and start being a fucko, that’s against the rules.’
Charelle’s second thought was: ‘shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.’
Her body started doing the hustle. She moved from the bendy position from over Felix and her bag to one where she was placing all her weight on her knees (which… ow, ow, bad idea, fix at first possible opportunity, Charelle) and where she’d put her hands right up. Couldn’t exactly turn around to face the fucko because Felix’s body was in the way and she wouldn’t be able to move her knees out of his way without standing up, but she could turn her head to see who was being the big fucko here and- wait it was Sierra? Like, that super cool chick who Charelle wanted to hang with more but never actually got to hang with that much? Shit, there were seriously some problems with this place if she was turning fucko.
But hey, maybe this was salvageable. At least Sierra didn’t try to shoot the door down with her stunner or anything like that. Kinda dumb thing to make you think about the positives, but hey, ain’t no problem with finding something to be happy about.
“Felix just kinda walked in and fell down,” she said. “Was seeing if there was anything in my bag which could help him out, make him un-RIP and stuff. Tryin’ to make a change with all his, uh, shit goin’ on…”
Bad time?
Yeah. Whoop.
Charelle’s second thought was: ‘shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.’
Her body started doing the hustle. She moved from the bendy position from over Felix and her bag to one where she was placing all her weight on her knees (which… ow, ow, bad idea, fix at first possible opportunity, Charelle) and where she’d put her hands right up. Couldn’t exactly turn around to face the fucko because Felix’s body was in the way and she wouldn’t be able to move her knees out of his way without standing up, but she could turn her head to see who was being the big fucko here and- wait it was Sierra? Like, that super cool chick who Charelle wanted to hang with more but never actually got to hang with that much? Shit, there were seriously some problems with this place if she was turning fucko.
But hey, maybe this was salvageable. At least Sierra didn’t try to shoot the door down with her stunner or anything like that. Kinda dumb thing to make you think about the positives, but hey, ain’t no problem with finding something to be happy about.
“Felix just kinda walked in and fell down,” she said. “Was seeing if there was anything in my bag which could help him out, make him un-RIP and stuff. Tryin’ to make a change with all his, uh, shit goin’ on…”
Bad time?
Yeah. Whoop.
Ten minutes in, and she already had a shank.
((Willow O'Neil: Start))
It wasn't hard for her to make herself a weapon. With duct tape and shirt she had ripped, she easily broke a vase with a swift punch. Her hand did hurt for a couple of seconds, but the feeling of having something to fight back with soothed it. Willow wrapped the pieces of clothes around the base of the thick shard of ceramic, then secured it with some duct tape. Now, she just technically had to kill someone.
In theory, it was simple. Go for the throat, back away, wait until they bleed out, take their shit, and go hide in a house for a week or two. Tada, she had won SOTF. The end, she lived. Everyone else died. Willow did nothing and won, how perfect. However, in practice, she couldn't herself to leave the small house she started in. Still under the table, patiently waiting for someone to come in and kill her with a gun, she listened to her surroundings.
Willow heards movement right outside of her door. At first, she thought the person was going to come in. However, they continued, and at some point, the movement stopped. Willow headed toward the front door. Through the peephole, she saw no-one. Opening the door slightly, she saw the person who made the noise. Black hair with blue streak, a plaid jacket, and something metallic in her hands.
Threats came out of her. Willow decided to stay put. If she had to be a vulture, so be it.
((Willow O'Neil: Start))
It wasn't hard for her to make herself a weapon. With duct tape and shirt she had ripped, she easily broke a vase with a swift punch. Her hand did hurt for a couple of seconds, but the feeling of having something to fight back with soothed it. Willow wrapped the pieces of clothes around the base of the thick shard of ceramic, then secured it with some duct tape. Now, she just technically had to kill someone.
In theory, it was simple. Go for the throat, back away, wait until they bleed out, take their shit, and go hide in a house for a week or two. Tada, she had won SOTF. The end, she lived. Everyone else died. Willow did nothing and won, how perfect. However, in practice, she couldn't herself to leave the small house she started in. Still under the table, patiently waiting for someone to come in and kill her with a gun, she listened to her surroundings.
Willow heards movement right outside of her door. At first, she thought the person was going to come in. However, they continued, and at some point, the movement stopped. Willow headed toward the front door. Through the peephole, she saw no-one. Opening the door slightly, she saw the person who made the noise. Black hair with blue streak, a plaid jacket, and something metallic in her hands.
Threats came out of her. Willow decided to stay put. If she had to be a vulture, so be it.
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"Uh huh."
Her eyes shifted over to the fallen Felix then back to Charelle. So he just walked in, passed out, and she digging through a bag she claimed was her's. Sounded like total bullshit, but stranger things have happened. Like being fucking kidnapped by a terrorist organization. Sierra glared intensely at Charelle and moved to the side, keeping her eyes on her as she moved out of the door way of the house. It would be a damn shame if someone came up on them and shot her in the back of the head while she was trying to understand what exactly had taken place here.
She mulled over her next course of action in her head. Charelle could be lying, but if she was then how would she go about preventing her from doing the same thing she did to Felix? And if she wasn't, how did she ensure she wouldn't attack her anyway? Weapons were random so she could have anything. After a moment, an idea came to Sierra.
"Alright," she said, relaxing somewhat but still keeping her thumb hovering over the button of her stun gun. "Show me the tag on the bag. If it is your's then it should say G and followed by a number. Also your weapon, put it on the floor and slide it across the ground away from you."
Her eyes shifted over to the fallen Felix then back to Charelle. So he just walked in, passed out, and she digging through a bag she claimed was her's. Sounded like total bullshit, but stranger things have happened. Like being fucking kidnapped by a terrorist organization. Sierra glared intensely at Charelle and moved to the side, keeping her eyes on her as she moved out of the door way of the house. It would be a damn shame if someone came up on them and shot her in the back of the head while she was trying to understand what exactly had taken place here.
She mulled over her next course of action in her head. Charelle could be lying, but if she was then how would she go about preventing her from doing the same thing she did to Felix? And if she wasn't, how did she ensure she wouldn't attack her anyway? Weapons were random so she could have anything. After a moment, an idea came to Sierra.
"Alright," she said, relaxing somewhat but still keeping her thumb hovering over the button of her stun gun. "Show me the tag on the bag. If it is your's then it should say G and followed by a number. Also your weapon, put it on the floor and slide it across the ground away from you."
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Seriously?
Like, okay, Charelle wasn’t one to judge (and also wasn’t one to then proceed to immediately judge after saying that) and she wasn’t really one to try and do her best putting others down, but… seriously? Could Sierra… not see the other bag like, right there? Kinda busted that whole myth that Charelle was goin’ all whack a mole on people (if it wasn’t busted enough by considering the idea that she could even give the beatdown to someone, which… yeah lol at that ever happening) right there. Kinda seemed dumber than she was. If this was what it took to become a fucko then hey, maybe Charelle could become like, the fucko queen or something. Put a good ring on her name, at least, even if it did require being a massive selfish jerk and stuff.
But uh, yeah. Sierra was kinda being a dumb idiot right now. It was kinda both rustling and ruffling Charelle’s feathers. Easy thing to do was to do as Sierra said and hoped that she wasn’t gonna go electro on Charelle’s ass anyway, but eh, Charelle didn’t want to bend the knee that much. Instead, she just picked it up and moved the arm with it somewhere in Sierra’s direction.
“Says the number there. I’m girl… sixty something not nine. Weapon’s somewhere in there. Dunno what it is.”
Like, okay, Charelle wasn’t one to judge (and also wasn’t one to then proceed to immediately judge after saying that) and she wasn’t really one to try and do her best putting others down, but… seriously? Could Sierra… not see the other bag like, right there? Kinda busted that whole myth that Charelle was goin’ all whack a mole on people (if it wasn’t busted enough by considering the idea that she could even give the beatdown to someone, which… yeah lol at that ever happening) right there. Kinda seemed dumber than she was. If this was what it took to become a fucko then hey, maybe Charelle could become like, the fucko queen or something. Put a good ring on her name, at least, even if it did require being a massive selfish jerk and stuff.
But uh, yeah. Sierra was kinda being a dumb idiot right now. It was kinda both rustling and ruffling Charelle’s feathers. Easy thing to do was to do as Sierra said and hoped that she wasn’t gonna go electro on Charelle’s ass anyway, but eh, Charelle didn’t want to bend the knee that much. Instead, she just picked it up and moved the arm with it somewhere in Sierra’s direction.
“Says the number there. I’m girl… sixty something not nine. Weapon’s somewhere in there. Dunno what it is.”
Willow never witnessed a crime.
It was both a question of life experience and luck, and Willow lacked in the former. The legalized crime that was unfolding in front of her appeared to be a robbery. A girl, which she later identified as Sierra, was holding a stungun. Willow didn’t quite know Sierra personally, but she did manage to gather info here and there in her life. First, she didn’t like conservatives. It was daddy issues or something. Second, she knew how to use a gun and other weapons. Whatever Sierra was planning, Willow wanted to see it unfold both out of curiosity and restlessness.
Her bags and belongings were hanging on her shoulders. It was hard to be stealthy when you had several pounds of personal effects on you. She crouched and softly put down her bags, letting them rest on the welcome mat. Willow made a mental note to pick them up later. The piece of ceramic in her hand wasn’t going to feed her and keep her warm right now. She had to wait two weeks before it would pay off.
Willow held the shank with her two hands, looking behind her to make sure she wasn’t followed. Confirming that she was alone, willow slowly made her way toward Sierra. She was curious to see who was on the receiving end of it. Willow wanted to see if they would be crying or if they would taunt Sierra. Would they curl up and cry, or deliver a line like “cut the theatrics and get it over it!”?
Willow was on the edge of the building, watching the scene without speaking or making a noise. In a way, Willow was now the lookout. She made sure nobody would intrude on Sierra’s plan. Did this make her a friend, or a partner-in-crime, or an opportunist? She would have time to think about it.
It was both a question of life experience and luck, and Willow lacked in the former. The legalized crime that was unfolding in front of her appeared to be a robbery. A girl, which she later identified as Sierra, was holding a stungun. Willow didn’t quite know Sierra personally, but she did manage to gather info here and there in her life. First, she didn’t like conservatives. It was daddy issues or something. Second, she knew how to use a gun and other weapons. Whatever Sierra was planning, Willow wanted to see it unfold both out of curiosity and restlessness.
Her bags and belongings were hanging on her shoulders. It was hard to be stealthy when you had several pounds of personal effects on you. She crouched and softly put down her bags, letting them rest on the welcome mat. Willow made a mental note to pick them up later. The piece of ceramic in her hand wasn’t going to feed her and keep her warm right now. She had to wait two weeks before it would pay off.
Willow held the shank with her two hands, looking behind her to make sure she wasn’t followed. Confirming that she was alone, willow slowly made her way toward Sierra. She was curious to see who was on the receiving end of it. Willow wanted to see if they would be crying or if they would taunt Sierra. Would they curl up and cry, or deliver a line like “cut the theatrics and get it over it!”?
Willow was on the edge of the building, watching the scene without speaking or making a noise. In a way, Willow was now the lookout. She made sure nobody would intrude on Sierra’s plan. Did this make her a friend, or a partner-in-crime, or an opportunist? She would have time to think about it.
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Sierra frowned, and took a few steps closer but still kept herself at a relatively safe distance to read the tag.
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That checked out at least. Sierra could have read the tag on the other bag but this was a tense situation and she didn't want to take her eyes off the only other person in the room. So she wasn't lying about wanting to help this guy at least, but this was Survival of the Fittest and trust shouldn't come easy just because someone had pure intentions towards one person. Still, whoever this girl was she didn't do exactly as Sierra asked and that especially didn't help put her at ease.
"The weapon. Take it out and throw it away." she demanded again, gesturing towards the duffel bag with her stun gun. "If you are on the up and up, do it right now. You can get it back after you help, uh, Felix here."
Sierra signed. "Look, sorry about this and all that, but this day is more than a little fucked and it's not that I don't trust you... but I don't trust you." Sierra scowled at Charelle, her glare challenging her to keep pressing her luck. "So pretty please, with sugar on top, don't fucking test me here and do what I say."
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That checked out at least. Sierra could have read the tag on the other bag but this was a tense situation and she didn't want to take her eyes off the only other person in the room. So she wasn't lying about wanting to help this guy at least, but this was Survival of the Fittest and trust shouldn't come easy just because someone had pure intentions towards one person. Still, whoever this girl was she didn't do exactly as Sierra asked and that especially didn't help put her at ease.
"The weapon. Take it out and throw it away." she demanded again, gesturing towards the duffel bag with her stun gun. "If you are on the up and up, do it right now. You can get it back after you help, uh, Felix here."
Sierra signed. "Look, sorry about this and all that, but this day is more than a little fucked and it's not that I don't trust you... but I don't trust you." Sierra scowled at Charelle, her glare challenging her to keep pressing her luck. "So pretty please, with sugar on top, don't fucking test me here and do what I say."
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Words.
Words words words.
So it turned out that it was less like sleep and more like... just... passing out.
The last thing Felix remembered before finding himself on the floor was falling forward. Well. Seems like he wasn't to get that sleep he wanted. Oh well.
He didn't open his eyes yet, but his ears worked. There was someone else here. Felix could pick up the words 'I don't trust you'. Man, this was about to get bad, wasn't it?
Felix groaned, opening his eyes. The first thing he saw was the ceiling.
"God... how much did I have to drink last night?" he said. His head was still spinning, but he was coherent enough to make jokes, which he saw as a plus. It was a plus, right?
With some difficulty, Felix got to a seated position. He clutched his head, before looking at the girl at the doorway.
"Let's all calm down a bit, alright?"
Words words words.
So it turned out that it was less like sleep and more like... just... passing out.
The last thing Felix remembered before finding himself on the floor was falling forward. Well. Seems like he wasn't to get that sleep he wanted. Oh well.
He didn't open his eyes yet, but his ears worked. There was someone else here. Felix could pick up the words 'I don't trust you'. Man, this was about to get bad, wasn't it?
Felix groaned, opening his eyes. The first thing he saw was the ceiling.
"God... how much did I have to drink last night?" he said. His head was still spinning, but he was coherent enough to make jokes, which he saw as a plus. It was a plus, right?
With some difficulty, Felix got to a seated position. He clutched his head, before looking at the girl at the doorway.
"Let's all calm down a bit, alright?"
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NGL it was really tempting to go like, row row fuck the power here because Sierra was still being way too much of a fuckin’ hardass about this but whatever, hey, seemed like she was trying to be low-key reasonable about this and maybe Charelle was the one with the hardest ass ‘round here. Still felt really dumb (Sierra was right, this situation kinda massively blew) but whatever, didn’t really feel worth fighting now.
“Hang on a sec. Gotta find my thing first.”
Cameras did the whirry thing again as she started to dig into her bag and Charelle was reminded that wow, okay, plans were extra ruined now, but whatever, if it meant that her ass didn’t get shocked then-
Stuff comin’ up from the great below. Charelle looked down. Felix was awake, which was… yeah, it was pretty easily the coolest thing to happen since she woke up. She moved back, a bit, as he got and sat up since it was probs best she give him room. She took the bag with her, looked at Felix.
“You ‘kay, dude? You, uh, took a tumble.”
Least now she wouldn’t have to take whatever was in here out.
“Hang on a sec. Gotta find my thing first.”
Cameras did the whirry thing again as she started to dig into her bag and Charelle was reminded that wow, okay, plans were extra ruined now, but whatever, if it meant that her ass didn’t get shocked then-
Stuff comin’ up from the great below. Charelle looked down. Felix was awake, which was… yeah, it was pretty easily the coolest thing to happen since she woke up. She moved back, a bit, as he got and sat up since it was probs best she give him room. She took the bag with her, looked at Felix.
“You ‘kay, dude? You, uh, took a tumble.”
Least now she wouldn’t have to take whatever was in here out.
For a brief second, Willow's attention was drawn away from the scene. It sounded like firework, but without the bright flash of colour. There was only one loud noise, but it felt enough.
If the games had already started, Willow was quite in a disadvantageous situation. Someone near her had a gun, and just used it, possibly against someone else. She couldn't relax with the idea she might be next to be the target for practice. Her morbid curiosity was sated. Willow looked back at Sierra and her shenanigans. She should probably tell her.
However, if she did get too close, she might be on the receiving end of the stungun. She didn't want to waste all of her electrolytes on Day 1 so she decided to speak up. Luckily for Willow, a stungun isn't a gun despite its name. It was false advertissement, a pretty rude thing to do to teenagers in a deathmatch. Willow cleared her throat and she walked to the edge of the wall, revealing herself fully to Sierra. She had one hand on the wall, and the other grabbing the ceramic shard. Willow could see someone else in the home, but couldn't quite recognize them.
"Sorry to interrupt," that was the only part of her cool act that succeeded. The rest sounded more like babbling and stutters. The words she tried to construct into a sentence were broken into syllables and strange pauses. She let one breathe out then in. Willow had gathered enough air to finish the sentence she had broken down. "There was a gunshot," she pointed the vague direction with her shank, "I think you guys should know."
If the games had already started, Willow was quite in a disadvantageous situation. Someone near her had a gun, and just used it, possibly against someone else. She couldn't relax with the idea she might be next to be the target for practice. Her morbid curiosity was sated. Willow looked back at Sierra and her shenanigans. She should probably tell her.
However, if she did get too close, she might be on the receiving end of the stungun. She didn't want to waste all of her electrolytes on Day 1 so she decided to speak up. Luckily for Willow, a stungun isn't a gun despite its name. It was false advertissement, a pretty rude thing to do to teenagers in a deathmatch. Willow cleared her throat and she walked to the edge of the wall, revealing herself fully to Sierra. She had one hand on the wall, and the other grabbing the ceramic shard. Willow could see someone else in the home, but couldn't quite recognize them.
"Sorry to interrupt," that was the only part of her cool act that succeeded. The rest sounded more like babbling and stutters. The words she tried to construct into a sentence were broken into syllables and strange pauses. She let one breathe out then in. Willow had gathered enough air to finish the sentence she had broken down. "There was a gunshot," she pointed the vague direction with her shank, "I think you guys should know."