“...that’s louder than bombs and eternity…”
((B051: Begin))
Off in the distance, a fair ways into the forest, there was a boy and he was sitting on a tree stump. He was looking down at the ground in front of him, towards the antler that laid in his hands. It was admittedly hard for the boy to see those things, though. His hair was down, over his face to the point that it obscured his vision. Maybe he could have brought his hand up and wiped it into position, get a look at the place around him, but…
He didn’t know. Couldn’t really be bothered. Getting a look at where he was didn’t seem all that important, right now.
“The era of static and contraband…”
Instead he just shifted his head from looking downward to looking down. Put his neck a right angle, rather than an obtuse one. Made it so that his body, his jacket took up a notable amount of vision real-estate, but allowed him to see the antler, the long and unkempt grass below. The tool which the people watching him wanted him to use to kill his classmates and the place where they had set him up to do it, respectively.
“...that’s leading us into the promised land…”
And, y’know, there was a lot Jonathan could say about that. A lot of thoughts running through his head, conjumbled and disjointed and not really following any pattern in particular. Really, the thing that was most surprising was that he wasn’t being his... usual self right now. Before this even the slightest amount of social difficulty would be enough to send him into a panic and yet here he was, after everything that had just happened, sitting down and singing his favourite album and looking at the admittedly super cool deer antler he’d been given. Maybe he’d just used up all of his anxiety back when they were telling him what was happening? Maybe. The point was, he’d been told that these were going to be the last days of-
“Tell us a story that’s by candlelight…”
Actually, no. Last day, if they were being honest about their rules. Point was, this was going to be the last day of his life, and somehow in all of that Jonathan felt entirely unbothered. He had less than 24 hours to live and somehow all he could think about were the few good things to come out of it. Now he wouldn’t have to figure out how he was going to pay for college. Now he wouldn’t have to question what Lily would do with him once she stopped getting paid to take care of him.
Now he wouldn’t lose Gyu-ri, wouldn’t have to go through the pain of the inevitable end of what they’d been.
That was a comforting thought.
“Waging a war and losing the fight…”
And with that, he looked up. Whipped his head hard enough to get all the hair out of his face. Gazed around, saw the trees and the sky and the forest all around him. The stage of what would be the rest of his life.
“They’re playing a song of the century…”
Might as well explore it, while he still could. Maybe 24 hours could give him some headway, let him see the sights that looked most interesting to him. He didn’t know how big this place was or if there was anything good to see but hey, those were concerns for later. He wasn’t going to move until he finished his song. Looked at this place some more.
“...of panic and promise and prosperity…”
...He sorta wished his guitar was with him right now. Not like this song used guitars (or anything that wasn’t the vocals or the radio effects), but hey, it would’ve been a nice thing to have.
“Tell me a story into that good night…”
‘Cause when his world had already ended, and when his remaining days were only a single number, it didn’t hurt to have those little small comforts.
“Sing us a song… for me…”
“Sing us a song of the century…”
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BR18? Battle Royale 2018? That sure was pointed on the nose.
((Angie Cortez: Start))
Angelina's awakening wasn't painful, but it did hurt. Physically, she was in pristine condition. If anything, she's never slept that well for so long. The tree that was giving her shade was beautiful. The branches looked like a hair that was decorated with green leaves put at random intervals. For a good a minute, she could only stare at the tree. Her pain manifested itself slowly like a poison she had drank impulsively, and she slowly realized its effects as the symptoms worsened.
She held her gun like a blanket. Angie had read again and again the manual. She knew how to reload it, how to turn on the safety, and everything else she needed to use the killing machine. Unlike a blanket, however, the gun was cold and only worsened the uneasiness that was filling every pores of her body. Almost afraid to put her feet on the ground, Angie stayed on the rock until her eyes burned the image of the tree in her brain.
Angie's sweatshirt was off. It was warm, much warmer than Washington. She set her feet down on the ferns. The ground was real, and it wasn't ready to swallow her. Breathing slowly, she managed to get herself on her feet. Still firmly holding the gun with her right hand, she grabbed her bags and slung it over her left shoulder. Swapping the gun between hands, the backpack was now in position and the duffel bag's strap was in her hand. The weight made her feel small, but she forced herself to move. Every step revived and revitalized the pain that sneaked its way inside of her body, something inside of her was scratching to get out. She wasn't quite sure if it was fear, or anger, or a scream.
Angie continued her trek until she reached a path. It wasn't a real path. It was chosen by animals and whoever had previously inhabited the island. Angelina still decided to call it a path. Following it, she started hearing someone's voice. The forest was alive, but it wasn't singing to her just yet. Continuing toward the voice that became a song, and it was dying. Becoming quieter. She saw the boy that the lyrics had created. He was all in black. Angie's eyes tracked downward. She let the gun slide down, only held by the strap.
"Jon," she pointed the antlers, "what the fuck is that?"
((Angie Cortez: Start))
Angelina's awakening wasn't painful, but it did hurt. Physically, she was in pristine condition. If anything, she's never slept that well for so long. The tree that was giving her shade was beautiful. The branches looked like a hair that was decorated with green leaves put at random intervals. For a good a minute, she could only stare at the tree. Her pain manifested itself slowly like a poison she had drank impulsively, and she slowly realized its effects as the symptoms worsened.
She held her gun like a blanket. Angie had read again and again the manual. She knew how to reload it, how to turn on the safety, and everything else she needed to use the killing machine. Unlike a blanket, however, the gun was cold and only worsened the uneasiness that was filling every pores of her body. Almost afraid to put her feet on the ground, Angie stayed on the rock until her eyes burned the image of the tree in her brain.
Angie's sweatshirt was off. It was warm, much warmer than Washington. She set her feet down on the ferns. The ground was real, and it wasn't ready to swallow her. Breathing slowly, she managed to get herself on her feet. Still firmly holding the gun with her right hand, she grabbed her bags and slung it over her left shoulder. Swapping the gun between hands, the backpack was now in position and the duffel bag's strap was in her hand. The weight made her feel small, but she forced herself to move. Every step revived and revitalized the pain that sneaked its way inside of her body, something inside of her was scratching to get out. She wasn't quite sure if it was fear, or anger, or a scream.
Angie continued her trek until she reached a path. It wasn't a real path. It was chosen by animals and whoever had previously inhabited the island. Angelina still decided to call it a path. Following it, she started hearing someone's voice. The forest was alive, but it wasn't singing to her just yet. Continuing toward the voice that became a song, and it was dying. Becoming quieter. She saw the boy that the lyrics had created. He was all in black. Angie's eyes tracked downward. She let the gun slide down, only held by the strap.
"Jon," she pointed the antlers, "what the fuck is that?"
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There was a voice, behind him. He turned to look, and-
...Honestly, Jonathan had kinda forgotten that there’d be like, other people here. Like, yeah, he- actually no. let him rephrase that. Like, he knew that his classmates were going to be with him, he’d seen them back when the guy on the stage was trying to tell them the rules, but… God, the fact hadn’t properly clicked until he’d seen Angie show up behind him. It wasn’t even like the two of them were that close, either. Like, he’d talked to her once or twice and for the most part he was pretty sure the conversations hadn’t gone fucking awfully but for the most part there just wasn’t all that much between them. They ran in different circles; she went to parties and he didn’t. The only big thing that connected them was that they were human beings who both happened to be seniors at George Hunter High School. That was all there was to it.
Well, that, and the fact that she too would be dead by the end of today. That was too important a similarity to initially overlook.
He spun himself around on the tree stump, turned so that his body was facing Angie and noticed only when he had dragged along his backpacks with them that whoa shit Angie had a gun. The anxiety had drifted down when he’d noticed the important second fact that the gun wasn’t pointed in his direction, but that didn’t mean that the initial burst that’d flooded him hadn’t been valid. Like, yeah, Jonathan was willing to believe in his classmates (for better or worse) here, but admittedly it was still kinda scary when someone he wasn’t friends with appeared right behind him with a gun. Maybe he was kinda being paranoid about the whole situation, but…
No. That wouldn’t make sense. If Angie wanted to shoot him she wouldn’t have called out to him first. Doing what she did gave… no real gain if she actually wanted to kill him. There. See, Jonathan? The easiest thing to do here is to assume that your vague acquaintances aren’t going to kill you. The best thing to do is to believe that the classmates you’ve been with for the last four years are good people. Not willing to kill on the drop of a hat.
...For better or worse, of course. Couldn’t forget about what was hanging above everyone’s heads, here.
“An antler,” he said, looking both at what he was talking about and also Angie. “A deer’s, maybe? I dunno. The guys running this game gave me two of these.”
Common conversational courtesy dictated that you give people reasons to respond when you talked to them. Common sense dictated that when you only had one day left to live, you might as well spend it doing something that was enjoyable. Somewhere in that deduction, Jonathan had decided that maybe talking to people could be vaguely enjoyable. Would depend on how the conversation actually went, but…
“Also, uh, hi Angie,” Jonathan said, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry about all of this.”
...Honestly, Jonathan had kinda forgotten that there’d be like, other people here. Like, yeah, he- actually no. let him rephrase that. Like, he knew that his classmates were going to be with him, he’d seen them back when the guy on the stage was trying to tell them the rules, but… God, the fact hadn’t properly clicked until he’d seen Angie show up behind him. It wasn’t even like the two of them were that close, either. Like, he’d talked to her once or twice and for the most part he was pretty sure the conversations hadn’t gone fucking awfully but for the most part there just wasn’t all that much between them. They ran in different circles; she went to parties and he didn’t. The only big thing that connected them was that they were human beings who both happened to be seniors at George Hunter High School. That was all there was to it.
Well, that, and the fact that she too would be dead by the end of today. That was too important a similarity to initially overlook.
He spun himself around on the tree stump, turned so that his body was facing Angie and noticed only when he had dragged along his backpacks with them that whoa shit Angie had a gun. The anxiety had drifted down when he’d noticed the important second fact that the gun wasn’t pointed in his direction, but that didn’t mean that the initial burst that’d flooded him hadn’t been valid. Like, yeah, Jonathan was willing to believe in his classmates (for better or worse) here, but admittedly it was still kinda scary when someone he wasn’t friends with appeared right behind him with a gun. Maybe he was kinda being paranoid about the whole situation, but…
No. That wouldn’t make sense. If Angie wanted to shoot him she wouldn’t have called out to him first. Doing what she did gave… no real gain if she actually wanted to kill him. There. See, Jonathan? The easiest thing to do here is to assume that your vague acquaintances aren’t going to kill you. The best thing to do is to believe that the classmates you’ve been with for the last four years are good people. Not willing to kill on the drop of a hat.
...For better or worse, of course. Couldn’t forget about what was hanging above everyone’s heads, here.
“An antler,” he said, looking both at what he was talking about and also Angie. “A deer’s, maybe? I dunno. The guys running this game gave me two of these.”
Common conversational courtesy dictated that you give people reasons to respond when you talked to them. Common sense dictated that when you only had one day left to live, you might as well spend it doing something that was enjoyable. Somewhere in that deduction, Jonathan had decided that maybe talking to people could be vaguely enjoyable. Would depend on how the conversation actually went, but…
“Also, uh, hi Angie,” Jonathan said, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry about all of this.”
A pair of antlers. The deer had died for that. Interesting choice for a weapon.
Angie, if she wanted to, could kill Jon, take his supplies, and continue on her way. It wasn't what she wanted, but if was something she could do. If she had to be honest, she didn't know what she wanted to do. Every thoughts awakened new senses she had dulled, and every images made her feel sick.
Angelina went under the shade of the tree, getting inches closer to Jon while keeping a safe distance. The 'safe' distance wasn't for Angelina, but for Jonathan. She didn't quite trust herself with this gun. Angie wanted to sit down, but the only real seat was already taken by Jonathan. She dropped her bag, and sat down on the ground. Surrounded by the ferns, she decided to reply to Jonathan.
"You don't need to apologize." It was a reflex. She didn't have anything to say about it. She just hated when people apologized over things they didn't do. If they felt bad, they should just say it.
Her voice was quiet, almost mouthing the words. Angie felt strangely empty. As if she had a hole in her soul and it was leaking out. What was she supposed to do now? Kill Jonathan? Yes, she could kill him right now. Raise the gun, squeeze the trigger until the last shell falls off, then continue her way. If she killed everyone she met, it gave Ramsey a chance to go home. She crossed her legs. Angie was back at craddling her gun. It didn't give her the heat she wanted.
"I just don't know what I'm supposed to." She raised her eyes toward Jonathan, her voice trembling. "What are we supposed to do?"
If Jon could read her mind, he would probably be running away. Not quite sure if she wanted to live, if she wanted to die, or if she just wanted to stop existing. They all were valid reactions to this situation, but none of them rested well inside of her mind.
Angie, if she wanted to, could kill Jon, take his supplies, and continue on her way. It wasn't what she wanted, but if was something she could do. If she had to be honest, she didn't know what she wanted to do. Every thoughts awakened new senses she had dulled, and every images made her feel sick.
Angelina went under the shade of the tree, getting inches closer to Jon while keeping a safe distance. The 'safe' distance wasn't for Angelina, but for Jonathan. She didn't quite trust herself with this gun. Angie wanted to sit down, but the only real seat was already taken by Jonathan. She dropped her bag, and sat down on the ground. Surrounded by the ferns, she decided to reply to Jonathan.
"You don't need to apologize." It was a reflex. She didn't have anything to say about it. She just hated when people apologized over things they didn't do. If they felt bad, they should just say it.
Her voice was quiet, almost mouthing the words. Angie felt strangely empty. As if she had a hole in her soul and it was leaking out. What was she supposed to do now? Kill Jonathan? Yes, she could kill him right now. Raise the gun, squeeze the trigger until the last shell falls off, then continue her way. If she killed everyone she met, it gave Ramsey a chance to go home. She crossed her legs. Angie was back at craddling her gun. It didn't give her the heat she wanted.
"I just don't know what I'm supposed to." She raised her eyes toward Jonathan, her voice trembling. "What are we supposed to do?"
If Jon could read her mind, he would probably be running away. Not quite sure if she wanted to live, if she wanted to die, or if she just wanted to stop existing. They all were valid reactions to this situation, but none of them rested well inside of her mind.
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((B033 - Adonis Cohen - Start))
Adonis could hear Angie and Jonathan talking to each other but his mind was not fully into interacting with people yet. He was still stuck in limbo. As he was sitting under a tree, leaning his back against it and he had two bags on either side of him. Angie and Jonathan were some distance away from him and they could not see him from the angle he was seated. His brain was still not able to process what had happened to all of them. He hadn't been able to cry or scream in anger and frustration at this unfairness that they had all been put through.
"I can't believe...."
But he had to believe what was going on. He couldn't just dismiss it like it was nothing. There were friends that he had to find who were definitely not going to turn on each other. Regina, Declyn, Drew, Abel, Jonah, Marco (maybe?).... Emmett. His heart tightened at the thought of Emmett getting hurt and the thought terrified him. He couldn't let anyone get hurt He didn't want anyone to turn on each other.
"....I have to find them." He said with a nod to reassure himself and he buried his face into his hands, trying not to stress out over it all. "This isn't right. What did we do to deserve this?"
Adonis could hear Angie and Jonathan talking to each other but his mind was not fully into interacting with people yet. He was still stuck in limbo. As he was sitting under a tree, leaning his back against it and he had two bags on either side of him. Angie and Jonathan were some distance away from him and they could not see him from the angle he was seated. His brain was still not able to process what had happened to all of them. He hadn't been able to cry or scream in anger and frustration at this unfairness that they had all been put through.
"I can't believe...."
But he had to believe what was going on. He couldn't just dismiss it like it was nothing. There were friends that he had to find who were definitely not going to turn on each other. Regina, Declyn, Drew, Abel, Jonah, Marco (maybe?).... Emmett. His heart tightened at the thought of Emmett getting hurt and the thought terrified him. He couldn't let anyone get hurt He didn't want anyone to turn on each other.
"....I have to find them." He said with a nod to reassure himself and he buried his face into his hands, trying not to stress out over it all. "This isn't right. What did we do to deserve this?"
A noise started up, some distance away but soon growing closer and louder. Something was crashing through the underbrush towards the small gathering, and it was coming fast.
Maybe the noise conjured up images of wild animals or a killer on a rampage. Maybe it'd make someone watching from a distance or behind a screen wonder - is it happening already?
Then Myles stumbled out of the trees, clothes dirtied, face and hands scratched up by branches, clutching his hat to his head for dear life and promptly killing any and all narrative tension with tears in his eyes. He was noticeably unburdened with baggage of any kind. (Physically, at least.)
B007 MYLES ROUX: START
"H-hey!" He gasped upon seeing people. With quick scan of the trio, his eyes landed on Adonis. Target acquired.
Myles practically launched himself into the middle of the gathering and latched onto Adonis's arm. "Somebody attacked me," he announced in a watery voice.
Maybe the noise conjured up images of wild animals or a killer on a rampage. Maybe it'd make someone watching from a distance or behind a screen wonder - is it happening already?
Then Myles stumbled out of the trees, clothes dirtied, face and hands scratched up by branches, clutching his hat to his head for dear life and promptly killing any and all narrative tension with tears in his eyes. He was noticeably unburdened with baggage of any kind. (Physically, at least.)
B007 MYLES ROUX: START
"H-hey!" He gasped upon seeing people. With quick scan of the trio, his eyes landed on Adonis. Target acquired.
Myles practically launched himself into the middle of the gathering and latched onto Adonis's arm. "Somebody attacked me," he announced in a watery voice.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Jonathan couldn’t really answer that question with anything other than a shrug.
“I don’t know,” he said, only realizing he’d been looking Angie in the eyes when he disengaged, placed his focus onto the ground. There was an urge to say more because he knew he couldn’t just leave it at that, but what was there that he could even say? ‘I guess we’re all just gonna die when the man on the stage starts talking tomorrow and notes that we haven’t killed anyone. These are gonna be the final 24 hours of our lives so you better hope you can get all you need to done before tomorrow.’ Everything was fucked, and Jonathan was pretty sure that everyone here knew that, but there still seemed to be a locked gate, a wall around the topic that stopped him from properly addressing it. Would it ever fall?
Jonathan couldn’t really answer that question with anything other than a shrug.
Any further thought about that idea, any chance for a continuation of the conversation with Angie had gone on the wayside when a third voice called out, when a turn of Jonathan’s head revealed that there were two more people here this entire time. There was a brief hesitance to move around again, turn his back on Angie when she had a gun, but he internally shook his head, remembered all the stuff he’d been thinking about just before this and made another rotation on the tree stump, placed his eyes onto Adonis and Myles. The latter was talking about someone attacking, injuring him. Were people getting violent already? Were people trying to-
No.
They wouldn’t have.
That didn’t make sense. That couldn’t be possible. He knew that a bunch of his classmates were massive jerks but… no. Even with that in mind he was still pretty sure that killing was a line they wouldn’t cross, that even with all they’d done over the past year they wouldn’t go that far. He kinda knew it was a dumb question, but…
“Are you sure about that?”
“I don’t know,” he said, only realizing he’d been looking Angie in the eyes when he disengaged, placed his focus onto the ground. There was an urge to say more because he knew he couldn’t just leave it at that, but what was there that he could even say? ‘I guess we’re all just gonna die when the man on the stage starts talking tomorrow and notes that we haven’t killed anyone. These are gonna be the final 24 hours of our lives so you better hope you can get all you need to done before tomorrow.’ Everything was fucked, and Jonathan was pretty sure that everyone here knew that, but there still seemed to be a locked gate, a wall around the topic that stopped him from properly addressing it. Would it ever fall?
Jonathan couldn’t really answer that question with anything other than a shrug.
Any further thought about that idea, any chance for a continuation of the conversation with Angie had gone on the wayside when a third voice called out, when a turn of Jonathan’s head revealed that there were two more people here this entire time. There was a brief hesitance to move around again, turn his back on Angie when she had a gun, but he internally shook his head, remembered all the stuff he’d been thinking about just before this and made another rotation on the tree stump, placed his eyes onto Adonis and Myles. The latter was talking about someone attacking, injuring him. Were people getting violent already? Were people trying to-
No.
They wouldn’t have.
That didn’t make sense. That couldn’t be possible. He knew that a bunch of his classmates were massive jerks but… no. Even with that in mind he was still pretty sure that killing was a line they wouldn’t cross, that even with all they’d done over the past year they wouldn’t go that far. He kinda knew it was a dumb question, but…
“Are you sure about that?”
She hated to admit it, but she was happy she wasn’t the only one that didn’t know. Angie had lost all purpose in one instant. A life that was building up to be something else than wasted, suddenly came crashing down a swift strike in its centre. Angie had to rebuild it. She didn’t know how, but she was happy no-one else knew.
Jonathan shrugged, and, for a moment, it felt like her worries were buried in the rumbles.
They did manage to come back as noises came from Angie’s side. She hadn’t noticed it, but the two boys were now here. Here was subjective, they were more over there. If they wanted, the two boys, one she recognized as Myles and the other as Adonis, could rush both Jonathan and Angie down. Without the prior knowledge of their weapons, Angie realized she probably had the upper hand. If only her gun was reloaded...
She ignored her surroundings, pulled a magazine, and put it inside her BR18. It took her some time, her hands fumbling around and scrapping itself against the rough edges, but the gun was finally ready to shoot. Jonathan’s first response was to question Myles’ claim. Angelina decided to take it a step ahead, and grabbed the gun how the manual had instructed her to. If the attacker would come out, she would probably be able to dissuade them with her firepower.
“Who?” She barked.
Jonathan shrugged, and, for a moment, it felt like her worries were buried in the rumbles.
They did manage to come back as noises came from Angie’s side. She hadn’t noticed it, but the two boys were now here. Here was subjective, they were more over there. If they wanted, the two boys, one she recognized as Myles and the other as Adonis, could rush both Jonathan and Angie down. Without the prior knowledge of their weapons, Angie realized she probably had the upper hand. If only her gun was reloaded...
She ignored her surroundings, pulled a magazine, and put it inside her BR18. It took her some time, her hands fumbling around and scrapping itself against the rough edges, but the gun was finally ready to shoot. Jonathan’s first response was to question Myles’ claim. Angelina decided to take it a step ahead, and grabbed the gun how the manual had instructed her to. If the attacker would come out, she would probably be able to dissuade them with her firepower.
“Who?” She barked.
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Adonis had been stuck in his world, trying to think about what he would do next. Until someone practically grabbed him by his arm and his eyes were now seeing Myles' face up close to his. Myles had been Declyn's date at the prom if he remembered correctly. Other than that, he didn't really know Myles as well as he had hoped. Now Myles was saying that someone had attacked him and Adonis' eyes widened in surprise at the revelation of that.
"Myles, are you okay?" Adonis was asking an obvious question and he knew that he was not thinking straight. Maybe being unconscious had took it toll on him. "...Why would anyone attack you so suddenly? I don't understand. Are people already turning on each other...?"
Adonis knew that he was too trusting of others but Myles wouldn't lie to him like that. Then he hear Jonathan and Angie talking to them- Oh, oh! Angie has a gun and Adonis did not even realize it for a moment.
Adonis glanced over at Jonathan, mulling over the other boy's words. "Why would he lie about someone attacking him?" He asked, his eyes were focusing on the scratches on Myles' pretty face and he felt his heart clench a little, feeling a bit sorry for the guy.
"Myles, are you okay?" Adonis was asking an obvious question and he knew that he was not thinking straight. Maybe being unconscious had took it toll on him. "...Why would anyone attack you so suddenly? I don't understand. Are people already turning on each other...?"
Adonis knew that he was too trusting of others but Myles wouldn't lie to him like that. Then he hear Jonathan and Angie talking to them- Oh, oh! Angie has a gun and Adonis did not even realize it for a moment.
Adonis glanced over at Jonathan, mulling over the other boy's words. "Why would he lie about someone attacking him?" He asked, his eyes were focusing on the scratches on Myles' pretty face and he felt his heart clench a little, feeling a bit sorry for the guy.
"What?" Myles's voice went up half an octave at Jonathan's question, and he clung tighter to Adonis's arm. "Whataya mean, am I sure? Someone sh-shoved me down and took my stuff, s-so it was either someone we know or a ghost." He laughed a little, and it was more nerves than humor.
Myles edged behind Adonis a little bit when Angie brought the gun around. His heart was still pounding from his dash through the woods, and his palms were sweating clamped around Adonis's arm. The gun wasn't really helping, even if it wasn't being pointed at him. He threw a glance over his shoulder in the direction he'd come from, biting his lip. Nobody emerged in pursuit.
"I don't... I dunno if they were chasing me," he admitted. "I didn't see clearly, I'd just woken up a-and..." He shrugged helplessly. "I think... blonde hair, maybe glasses? There's a lot of people who look like that in school."
Myles lifted one hand from Adonis's arm to rub at his eyes. "I want to go home," he whined.
Myles edged behind Adonis a little bit when Angie brought the gun around. His heart was still pounding from his dash through the woods, and his palms were sweating clamped around Adonis's arm. The gun wasn't really helping, even if it wasn't being pointed at him. He threw a glance over his shoulder in the direction he'd come from, biting his lip. Nobody emerged in pursuit.
"I don't... I dunno if they were chasing me," he admitted. "I didn't see clearly, I'd just woken up a-and..." He shrugged helplessly. "I think... blonde hair, maybe glasses? There's a lot of people who look like that in school."
Myles lifted one hand from Adonis's arm to rub at his eyes. "I want to go home," he whined.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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In hindsight: yeah, wow. Really dumb question, Jonathan. Way to assume that Myles had just been menaced by some spooky forest demon or something. Like, there was maybe now something to actually doubt given how Myles had just responded (why so accusatory?) but what would the point of lying be? Every way Jonathan saw it lying that someone attacked you just seemed pointless, but then why would anyone attack him? Why would anyone attack anyone? It was sort of a situation where neither answer really inspired a lot in hope but… he didn’t know. Maybe Myles was just scared? Maybe he just woke up, realized very quickly what Jonathan had realized, and wasn’t really reacting well to all of this?
Well, it sorta made sense. Least Jonathan could say that. Maybe he could also say that Myles was lying, but… no, Myles was seriously not looking good. Calling out the lie would be a jerk move especially since it probably wasn’t born of any malice.
...That made less sense. He wasn’t really sure what the right call was here. God, this last day was already off to a great start.
“Sorry,” Jonathan said, looking down at the ground and scratching his head. “This has... fucked with me. Made it hard to think straight, and stuff.”
Well, it sorta made sense. Least Jonathan could say that. Maybe he could also say that Myles was lying, but… no, Myles was seriously not looking good. Calling out the lie would be a jerk move especially since it probably wasn’t born of any malice.
...That made less sense. He wasn’t really sure what the right call was here. God, this last day was already off to a great start.
“Sorry,” Jonathan said, looking down at the ground and scratching his head. “This has... fucked with me. Made it hard to think straight, and stuff.”
Blond with glasses didn’t sound like her brother unless he had a sudden makeover. Strangely, despite the possible looming thread, Angie was comforted. She couldn’t think of anyone with blonde hair and a pair of glass. Angie felt like she should know, but her mind was incapable of creating an answer to this question. She thought she knew the people she grew up with, but she was apparently dead wrong.
Her eyes wandered behind Myles and Adonis, seeking for whoever that was chasing the boy. Nothing other than the sound of the forest closing itself on the tiny clearing the group managed to find. Angie still held her gun like a lifeline, her right hand on the handle and her left index ready to squeeze the trigger. Angie didn’t point the gun at anyone, keeping it aimed toward the ground. She never held a gun this heavy, and she relaxed her muscles when nothing came out of the greenery.
“Understandable, Jon.” Angie shook her head. “Shit’s suck.” Angie’s greatest understatement made her head woozy. The queasiness from the sleeping gas made a comeback, and she coughed softly. Angie, trying to ground herself, grabbed the sling of her bag and helped herself up with her gun. She scanned the area with her eyes, searching for a threat. It didn’t come.
“I think I’ll leave.” Angie muttered to herself, “Staying here sounds like a bad idea.”
Her eyes wandered behind Myles and Adonis, seeking for whoever that was chasing the boy. Nothing other than the sound of the forest closing itself on the tiny clearing the group managed to find. Angie still held her gun like a lifeline, her right hand on the handle and her left index ready to squeeze the trigger. Angie didn’t point the gun at anyone, keeping it aimed toward the ground. She never held a gun this heavy, and she relaxed her muscles when nothing came out of the greenery.
“Understandable, Jon.” Angie shook her head. “Shit’s suck.” Angie’s greatest understatement made her head woozy. The queasiness from the sleeping gas made a comeback, and she coughed softly. Angie, trying to ground herself, grabbed the sling of her bag and helped herself up with her gun. She scanned the area with her eyes, searching for a threat. It didn’t come.
“I think I’ll leave.” Angie muttered to herself, “Staying here sounds like a bad idea.”
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Adonis could only think of one person with blonde hair and glasses and just knowing who could have attacked Myles made Adonis' heart hurt all over again. It couldn't be the person that he was thinking of. Right, right?! That person had never hurt anyone physically before and now Adonis was wondering if he had been wrong about them all along. Adonis was starting to doubt how he could have been so trusting of that person.
I can't believe it. Is it really him? Is Myles telling the truth right now? Still, I don't understand.... I need to ask him.
Adonis wasn't really paying attention to Jonathan and Angie and he knew that it was rude but Myles was the one that he wanted to talk to. He could apologize to them both after and then he could try to discuss things with them. But first, Myles was more important right now.
"Myles..." Adonis turned his head to look over his shoulder at Myles and then he bit his lip, letting out a calm, steady breath. "Are you saying that the person who could have attacked you was.... w-was Emmett?"
He had to ask. He wanted to make sure that Myles was making a mistake.
I can't believe it. Is it really him? Is Myles telling the truth right now? Still, I don't understand.... I need to ask him.
Adonis wasn't really paying attention to Jonathan and Angie and he knew that it was rude but Myles was the one that he wanted to talk to. He could apologize to them both after and then he could try to discuss things with them. But first, Myles was more important right now.
"Myles..." Adonis turned his head to look over his shoulder at Myles and then he bit his lip, letting out a calm, steady breath. "Are you saying that the person who could have attacked you was.... w-was Emmett?"
He had to ask. He wanted to make sure that Myles was making a mistake.
Myles's breathing was starting to steady in proportion with everyone else getting uneasy. It was good not to be the only one freaking out. He slid his hand down Adonis's arm to find Adonis's hand and give it a squeeze, before dropping to the ground and drawing his knees up his chest.
"I don't know," he said, resting his chin on his knees and looking up at Adonis apologetically. "I just woke up, and they snuck up on me, and then I just ran away... I didn't get a good look." He sighed and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his legs and squeezing himself. His eyes snapped open again when a shuffling movement beyond the trees reached his ears, but still, nothing emerged. Just some wildlife moving around, or something dropping, or... something else.
"It could have been a lot of people. I... I actually thought at first it might be Julien, 'cause he hates me, and he's hit me before. But I don't know if it was him, or Emmett, or... y'know, that guy who does the magic tricks, what's his name." Myles huffed a little, failing to come up with anything for that particular guy. He couldn't say that he knew everyone in school, but he was at least aware of a lot of them.
It paid to be aware of people, now more than ever.
"I, um, I'm not even sure if he was really wearing glasses, but I thought so. But it could have been someone like Demetri, or that big guy from the basketball team, or a lot of people. I didn't think about stopping to look." He picked at a twig that had clung to the frayed threads on one of the rips in his jeans and flicked it away. "I guess I sound pretty dumb. Sorry."
Angie muttered something about not staying here. Myles couldn't say he disagreed. "You're probably right, but... be careful." He glanced at the gun again. "I guess you can take care of yourself, but I, um... I don't know what was in my bag."
"I don't know," he said, resting his chin on his knees and looking up at Adonis apologetically. "I just woke up, and they snuck up on me, and then I just ran away... I didn't get a good look." He sighed and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his legs and squeezing himself. His eyes snapped open again when a shuffling movement beyond the trees reached his ears, but still, nothing emerged. Just some wildlife moving around, or something dropping, or... something else.
"It could have been a lot of people. I... I actually thought at first it might be Julien, 'cause he hates me, and he's hit me before. But I don't know if it was him, or Emmett, or... y'know, that guy who does the magic tricks, what's his name." Myles huffed a little, failing to come up with anything for that particular guy. He couldn't say that he knew everyone in school, but he was at least aware of a lot of them.
It paid to be aware of people, now more than ever.
"I, um, I'm not even sure if he was really wearing glasses, but I thought so. But it could have been someone like Demetri, or that big guy from the basketball team, or a lot of people. I didn't think about stopping to look." He picked at a twig that had clung to the frayed threads on one of the rips in his jeans and flicked it away. "I guess I sound pretty dumb. Sorry."
Angie muttered something about not staying here. Myles couldn't say he disagreed. "You're probably right, but... be careful." He glanced at the gun again. "I guess you can take care of yourself, but I, um... I don't know what was in my bag."
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Several suspects came up in the discussion, but none of them felt like they could have done it. It felt strange. In theory, all of them could have done but Angie wasn't able to picture Emmett or Julien doing it. Angie started to question her surrounding. If anyone could have done that, then it could have been her.
Could she do that to someone? In theory, yes. In practice, she would have to try. The whole SOTF deal was about this. Creating a situation where human beings would shed their social customs. They reduced their victims to a primal state. Perhaps this state was already reached for many of Angie's peers, and she couldn't quite grasp the severity of it as of yet. She would have to put more thought into it.
Back to the action, Angelina was now fully geared up. Her bags were on her. Her gun was put in the safety mode and reloaded. She was standing in the middle of clearing. Jonathan wasn't quite reactive. She assumed he was still under some sort of shock. Understandable, but it wasn't Angelina's burden to bear. Turned around toward Myles and Adonis, they also had their own share of problems. Especially one that was roaming in the forest, probably scheming about raiding the little group. Four versus one was a cocky move, but if they targeted Angie first, and managed to get her gun, they would probably have the upper hand. It was another reason to leave, and yet, she stayed.
"I don't really have anything to say," she looked at Adonis. "What's your weapon Adonis? Would you mind helping out Myles?"
Could she do that to someone? In theory, yes. In practice, she would have to try. The whole SOTF deal was about this. Creating a situation where human beings would shed their social customs. They reduced their victims to a primal state. Perhaps this state was already reached for many of Angie's peers, and she couldn't quite grasp the severity of it as of yet. She would have to put more thought into it.
Back to the action, Angelina was now fully geared up. Her bags were on her. Her gun was put in the safety mode and reloaded. She was standing in the middle of clearing. Jonathan wasn't quite reactive. She assumed he was still under some sort of shock. Understandable, but it wasn't Angelina's burden to bear. Turned around toward Myles and Adonis, they also had their own share of problems. Especially one that was roaming in the forest, probably scheming about raiding the little group. Four versus one was a cocky move, but if they targeted Angie first, and managed to get her gun, they would probably have the upper hand. It was another reason to leave, and yet, she stayed.
"I don't really have anything to say," she looked at Adonis. "What's your weapon Adonis? Would you mind helping out Myles?"