((Dane Lennox continued from ieatnothing.))
While he was alone, he would lay low. That was the plan. Well, the second part of the sentence was the plan, the first part was an amendment to the plan.
'Alone' of course, being defined as 'without allies'. Just because there were other people around didn't mean he wasn't alone.
While he was alone, though, he had time to think. Though there wasn't much to think about. It's not like his goals had changed. He'd just have to play it smart.
Like he always had.
The speakers crackling to life interrupted the silence. Dane listened as more names went by. Two names in particular stood out to him. Two names he'd have to be very wary of. Quinn Abert and Blaise d'Aramitz. Both of them had gotten two kills yesterday, and he was certain he;d heard one or both of their names previously as well.
But what did they look like? That was Dane's main stumbling block right now. That was why he couldn't trust anyone. Anyone could be Quinn, or Blaise, and lying.
Dane turned from his place on the pier, heading down the stairs, ready to move out.
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Open, Day 4, right after the announcements.
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((Johnny Silva Ruiz continued from guys' night.))
There were two bodies near the pier, one on the shoreline and one still a little far away floating on the water.
The beached one was Chris, that high and mighty bitch who sure liked to do a whole lotta talking and not a whole lotta listening or just shutting the fuck up. Asides from looking gross and bloated from water damage, her head was almost completely severed from her body and was barely connected by what remained of her throat.
A little farther out, the other one slowly making its way to shore, Johnny couldn't recall his face, though he couldn't tell if that was because he was too far away or he didn't know the guy anyway or because the water bloat was so bad. Plaid shirt, blue jeans, and what looked like a giant hole in his head.
Johnny felt like a wet dog from all this goddamn rain, probably smelled like one, too. But at least he was alive. So, ya know, that was somethin'.
The announcements played, but honestly Johnny didn't really give a shit. Didn't recognize or care about any of the names like they probably didn't care if Johnny was with them.
Someone was stepping down from the pier. Johnny just watched him descend and remained stationary, shotgun strapped, both hands on the gun and trigger, chest out and gun pointed down to look both nonthreatening but also not someone to fuck with.
And that's all he did. Just watch, maybe with a bigger scowl than normal.
There were two bodies near the pier, one on the shoreline and one still a little far away floating on the water.
The beached one was Chris, that high and mighty bitch who sure liked to do a whole lotta talking and not a whole lotta listening or just shutting the fuck up. Asides from looking gross and bloated from water damage, her head was almost completely severed from her body and was barely connected by what remained of her throat.
A little farther out, the other one slowly making its way to shore, Johnny couldn't recall his face, though he couldn't tell if that was because he was too far away or he didn't know the guy anyway or because the water bloat was so bad. Plaid shirt, blue jeans, and what looked like a giant hole in his head.
Johnny felt like a wet dog from all this goddamn rain, probably smelled like one, too. But at least he was alive. So, ya know, that was somethin'.
The announcements played, but honestly Johnny didn't really give a shit. Didn't recognize or care about any of the names like they probably didn't care if Johnny was with them.
Someone was stepping down from the pier. Johnny just watched him descend and remained stationary, shotgun strapped, both hands on the gun and trigger, chest out and gun pointed down to look both nonthreatening but also not someone to fuck with.
And that's all he did. Just watch, maybe with a bigger scowl than normal.
Damn. Nice gun, Johnny
((Billy Trevino continued from Another Place, Another Time))
The announcements came and went yet again. A bunch of names kept piling up. Quinn, Blaise. Violet. People who'd given themselves to the madness. Though, looking back, none of the big killers were very sane to begin with. He'd liked Violet, but she was still a freaky witch. He'd just thought it was funny she'd take that stuff so seriously, but maybe he should've been more weirded out by it. Guess those soccer moms from the 80s ranting about witchcraft turning kids evil were actually right, go figure.
Billy was a distance away from the pier, to the side. He could see the two boys, one leaving the pier and one standing in wait with a weapon right in front of it. Neither of them had seen him yet, as far as he could tell. There was Dane Lennox, rich dick, and johnny Ruiz, regular dick. Neither of them were super likeable, but neither of them had been on the announcements. They were neutral quantities as far as Billy was concerned; probably wouldn't be able to help him, but also weren't murderers. Billy considered just leaving them alone, but he found himself waiting to see what would happen when the two met. Johnny had a gun in his hands, and he was just... standing there, waiting for Dane. God, he wasn't getting ready to finally start his playing career, was he?
Billy watched to see how it would unfold. If Johnny decided to murder the preppy dork, Billy probably should help... yeah? Was human decency still a thing, here on Day 4?
((Billy Trevino continued from Another Place, Another Time))
The announcements came and went yet again. A bunch of names kept piling up. Quinn, Blaise. Violet. People who'd given themselves to the madness. Though, looking back, none of the big killers were very sane to begin with. He'd liked Violet, but she was still a freaky witch. He'd just thought it was funny she'd take that stuff so seriously, but maybe he should've been more weirded out by it. Guess those soccer moms from the 80s ranting about witchcraft turning kids evil were actually right, go figure.
Billy was a distance away from the pier, to the side. He could see the two boys, one leaving the pier and one standing in wait with a weapon right in front of it. Neither of them had seen him yet, as far as he could tell. There was Dane Lennox, rich dick, and johnny Ruiz, regular dick. Neither of them were super likeable, but neither of them had been on the announcements. They were neutral quantities as far as Billy was concerned; probably wouldn't be able to help him, but also weren't murderers. Billy considered just leaving them alone, but he found himself waiting to see what would happen when the two met. Johnny had a gun in his hands, and he was just... standing there, waiting for Dane. God, he wasn't getting ready to finally start his playing career, was he?
Billy watched to see how it would unfold. If Johnny decided to murder the preppy dork, Billy probably should help... yeah? Was human decency still a thing, here on Day 4?
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He was feeling so tired of all this bullshit.
((Emmett Bunnell continued from Heeling Of The USS Dekcuc))
The announcements from just a few minutes ago; had just made things worse for him and Emmett was trying to keep his shit together this time. Even if he was finding it more harder to do so and he wondered how Cecil was doing. He had never asked about Camila as he kinda knew they were friends and he had wondered what had happened with Cecil when he had been gone for so long yesterday. It was really none of his business and he was sure that Cecil would tell him about it in his own time. Emmett made a mental note of who was the one who killed her. Michael Froese... And just after that, of course, of fucking course! As if he hadn't had his suspicions about Erika already! She had to go and poison someone like Kelly did with Demetri's friend, Mercy! Which made him feel more uneasy as poisoning someone was very cold and calculating. Premeditated murder...? Emmett had to believe that it was that as poison was not something that someone could accidentally do and now if he ever saw Erika again... He wasn't sure if he would just scream at her in anger or just try to shoot her on sight. Quinn, Blaise and Violet were all killers that he never wanted to run into. Fuck no. Just hearing Emil and Lorenzo's names were hurting his heart again and Emmett knew that he couldn't let it break him. He couldn't let Lorenzo break him.... He shouldn't have been surprised when he heard the next name after that. His former friend, Marco, had killed Arjen in a brutal way and Emmett felt the heaviest in his heart breaking more softly. He wanted to laugh over Marco doing something so stupid and then he knew that if they came across each other.... Emmett was sure that Marco hated his guts and that they would have a bad time with each other. The last name that he had heard almost made him want to vomit and he also had wanted to cry in sadness and frustration. His ex-boyfriend... Adonis. Adonis of all fucking people...! Adonis had stabbed Tristan and Emmett had almost screamed when he had first heard the truth. Adonis was one of them now. Emmett didn't want to believe it, he didn't, he didn't, he didn't, he didn't, he didn't....
Emmett could see a clearing through the trees as he was walking beside Cecil and he had a firm grip on the nock gun, smelling the saltiest of the sea was not something that he had wanted. But that didn't matter on this shitty, murder island. Emmett squinted a little as he could just about see two people near the pier and he pointed towards them, turning his head to glance at Cecil with a sign of uncertainty present on his face.
"Do you think we should go over and I dunno.... Talk?" He asked with a shrug of his shoulders.
((Emmett Bunnell continued from Heeling Of The USS Dekcuc))
The announcements from just a few minutes ago; had just made things worse for him and Emmett was trying to keep his shit together this time. Even if he was finding it more harder to do so and he wondered how Cecil was doing. He had never asked about Camila as he kinda knew they were friends and he had wondered what had happened with Cecil when he had been gone for so long yesterday. It was really none of his business and he was sure that Cecil would tell him about it in his own time. Emmett made a mental note of who was the one who killed her. Michael Froese... And just after that, of course, of fucking course! As if he hadn't had his suspicions about Erika already! She had to go and poison someone like Kelly did with Demetri's friend, Mercy! Which made him feel more uneasy as poisoning someone was very cold and calculating. Premeditated murder...? Emmett had to believe that it was that as poison was not something that someone could accidentally do and now if he ever saw Erika again... He wasn't sure if he would just scream at her in anger or just try to shoot her on sight. Quinn, Blaise and Violet were all killers that he never wanted to run into. Fuck no. Just hearing Emil and Lorenzo's names were hurting his heart again and Emmett knew that he couldn't let it break him. He couldn't let Lorenzo break him.... He shouldn't have been surprised when he heard the next name after that. His former friend, Marco, had killed Arjen in a brutal way and Emmett felt the heaviest in his heart breaking more softly. He wanted to laugh over Marco doing something so stupid and then he knew that if they came across each other.... Emmett was sure that Marco hated his guts and that they would have a bad time with each other. The last name that he had heard almost made him want to vomit and he also had wanted to cry in sadness and frustration. His ex-boyfriend... Adonis. Adonis of all fucking people...! Adonis had stabbed Tristan and Emmett had almost screamed when he had first heard the truth. Adonis was one of them now. Emmett didn't want to believe it, he didn't, he didn't, he didn't, he didn't, he didn't....
Emmett could see a clearing through the trees as he was walking beside Cecil and he had a firm grip on the nock gun, smelling the saltiest of the sea was not something that he had wanted. But that didn't matter on this shitty, murder island. Emmett squinted a little as he could just about see two people near the pier and he pointed towards them, turning his head to glance at Cecil with a sign of uncertainty present on his face.
"Do you think we should go over and I dunno.... Talk?" He asked with a shrug of his shoulders.
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I’m back here again, I see.
Was what Cecil would’ve only thought when they’ve arrived at the pier. However, the only thing in his mind was that he finally got a name.
Michael Froese.
((Cecil Salazar-Loveless continued from Heeling of The USS Dekcuc))
It seemed like a half night’s sleep wasn’t enough to resist the urge to break down at the mention of Camila’s fate in the announcements. Cecil had stilled the moment he heard the speakers make a sound, and fortunately could only let out shaky breaths by himself once he heard the expected name of his best friend. The name that followed, on the other hand, as he held his breath, the name of Camila’s killer, when he finally found out, left him…blank for a little while.
Micheal Froese.
His memory quickly worked it out after a moment, and the less than familiar image of a skinny blonde from the Biology club came to mind.
Before the ensuing cold rage could finally consume him, however, some names he had preferred more to never have to hear in the morning announcements came up.
He felt some grim offense when Erika made the announcements again, having killed Blake, another person Cecil knew enough, but this time only an academic rival that he might have respected, although not trusted. A quick flash of that time Cecil and his sister met a pair of brothers by the arcade in the cinema popped into his head as Ned Jackson’s murder by the particular escalating problem Quinn Abert was announced. And then before he could process another bout of sadness and mourning, it was quickly replaced by the same set of emotions but towards a different person by the time Emil came up. Finally, he could barely process the shock the moment he realized that Adonis, the friendly guy in the swimming team who kindly drove him and Declyn home after Mikki Swift’s party, was now a killer.
He carefully glanced at Emmett, whom he remembered to be Adonis’s ex-boyfriend, as he found out during the first day in DC.
Quickly looking away and back to mulling things over to himself, Cecil tried to tone down the overwhelming variety of emotions he got from this morning’s announcements. Unfortunately, he had to ball them up inside and lock them away for the moment. Get them inside a cage, and let them out when the right time came. Now, he was left with the thoughts that he had considered to be definite high priorities.
Thank God Declyn wasn’t there.
And then there was Michael Froese again. The one who shot Camila. And for taking away one of the people that meant so much to Cecil, he gets to have a prize.
Cecil just wanted to laugh.
Or grab Emmett’s gun and wait for Micheal Froese to show up somewhere just outside the Cliffs.
Either way, he wanted to let it all out.
Instead, he had to deal with a new situation with new people.
Cecil looked at Emmett attentively when he was asked a question, smiling wide and tight. Looking over the boys in the distance, his eyes narrowed as he spied some guns on their persons. Well then.
“Worst case scenario, a shootout happens,” he unthinkingly said aloud. “And we don’t really have any reason to shoot at them first.”
Cecil would rather leave, but getting to meet people meant getting to ask questions, which meant getting information, which meant possibly getting closer to finding Declyn. He just had to take chances, like he did with Emmett and Emil.
Dammit.
“Better talk to them, I suppose,” his smile as he decided this took on a more sharp turn. “Just be ready for anything.”
Was what Cecil would’ve only thought when they’ve arrived at the pier. However, the only thing in his mind was that he finally got a name.
Michael Froese.
((Cecil Salazar-Loveless continued from Heeling of The USS Dekcuc))
It seemed like a half night’s sleep wasn’t enough to resist the urge to break down at the mention of Camila’s fate in the announcements. Cecil had stilled the moment he heard the speakers make a sound, and fortunately could only let out shaky breaths by himself once he heard the expected name of his best friend. The name that followed, on the other hand, as he held his breath, the name of Camila’s killer, when he finally found out, left him…blank for a little while.
Micheal Froese.
His memory quickly worked it out after a moment, and the less than familiar image of a skinny blonde from the Biology club came to mind.
Before the ensuing cold rage could finally consume him, however, some names he had preferred more to never have to hear in the morning announcements came up.
He felt some grim offense when Erika made the announcements again, having killed Blake, another person Cecil knew enough, but this time only an academic rival that he might have respected, although not trusted. A quick flash of that time Cecil and his sister met a pair of brothers by the arcade in the cinema popped into his head as Ned Jackson’s murder by the particular escalating problem Quinn Abert was announced. And then before he could process another bout of sadness and mourning, it was quickly replaced by the same set of emotions but towards a different person by the time Emil came up. Finally, he could barely process the shock the moment he realized that Adonis, the friendly guy in the swimming team who kindly drove him and Declyn home after Mikki Swift’s party, was now a killer.
He carefully glanced at Emmett, whom he remembered to be Adonis’s ex-boyfriend, as he found out during the first day in DC.
Quickly looking away and back to mulling things over to himself, Cecil tried to tone down the overwhelming variety of emotions he got from this morning’s announcements. Unfortunately, he had to ball them up inside and lock them away for the moment. Get them inside a cage, and let them out when the right time came. Now, he was left with the thoughts that he had considered to be definite high priorities.
Thank God Declyn wasn’t there.
And then there was Michael Froese again. The one who shot Camila. And for taking away one of the people that meant so much to Cecil, he gets to have a prize.
Cecil just wanted to laugh.
Or grab Emmett’s gun and wait for Micheal Froese to show up somewhere just outside the Cliffs.
Either way, he wanted to let it all out.
Instead, he had to deal with a new situation with new people.
Cecil looked at Emmett attentively when he was asked a question, smiling wide and tight. Looking over the boys in the distance, his eyes narrowed as he spied some guns on their persons. Well then.
“Worst case scenario, a shootout happens,” he unthinkingly said aloud. “And we don’t really have any reason to shoot at them first.”
Cecil would rather leave, but getting to meet people meant getting to ask questions, which meant getting information, which meant possibly getting closer to finding Declyn. He just had to take chances, like he did with Emmett and Emil.
Dammit.
“Better talk to them, I suppose,” his smile as he decided this took on a more sharp turn. “Just be ready for anything.”
If only glasses were outfitted with windshield wipers, it certainly would take away one of the unwanted inconveniences. It wasn’t like the rain was going to sincerely apologize either.
The slippery ground caused Dane to lower his already slow pace until he stopped, eyes narrowed to slits. They kept fixating on the out-of-focus raindrops that hit his lenses, blurring the scene in front of him to a point where he’d try to guess where a drop would land next. He didn’t need them to trick him with more unknown faces.
Before he could take them off though and wipe them against the hem of his button-up shirt, something in the distance alerted him not to do so.
Something with a gun...
Someone with a shotgun.
How lovely.
He flattened his mouth into a straight line, feeling his eyebrow twitch up slightly while he stayed where he was, not moving any further for now.
“I’m afraid this is a dead-end. I’ve already checked,” he started, his other hand joining his hold on his uzi. “Unless you want to go for a swim? Then I won’t stop you.”
The slippery ground caused Dane to lower his already slow pace until he stopped, eyes narrowed to slits. They kept fixating on the out-of-focus raindrops that hit his lenses, blurring the scene in front of him to a point where he’d try to guess where a drop would land next. He didn’t need them to trick him with more unknown faces.
Before he could take them off though and wipe them against the hem of his button-up shirt, something in the distance alerted him not to do so.
Something with a gun...
Someone with a shotgun.
How lovely.
He flattened his mouth into a straight line, feeling his eyebrow twitch up slightly while he stayed where he was, not moving any further for now.
“I’m afraid this is a dead-end. I’ve already checked,” he started, his other hand joining his hold on his uzi. “Unless you want to go for a swim? Then I won’t stop you.”
'Dead end'. Heh. That was one way of putting it.
"Maybe I will." Johnny shifted slightly, body drooping, both hands still on the shotgun. Slightly more relaxed, but still ready to fly just in case Dane was a little trigger happy with that uzi.
Johnny glanced over at Chris and the other body in the waves again. He tapped her hand in the sand with his foot. Maybe he wouldn't, on second thought.
"I don't think swimming helped these guys out that much."
Something caught his eye in the distance by the treeline. More people.
God, you go one day without running into anyone and then as soon as you did it's a goddamn nerd convention. When it rained, it really did pour out here.
Johnny stayed put, body tensing and shotgun rising again as the crowd started to form. Probably wasn't gonna lead into some sort of Mexican standoff, at least considering how pleasant the last few encounters were. But the whole Gervais thing happened like almost fucking immediately, so the jury was probably still out.
"Maybe I will." Johnny shifted slightly, body drooping, both hands still on the shotgun. Slightly more relaxed, but still ready to fly just in case Dane was a little trigger happy with that uzi.
Johnny glanced over at Chris and the other body in the waves again. He tapped her hand in the sand with his foot. Maybe he wouldn't, on second thought.
"I don't think swimming helped these guys out that much."
Something caught his eye in the distance by the treeline. More people.
God, you go one day without running into anyone and then as soon as you did it's a goddamn nerd convention. When it rained, it really did pour out here.
Johnny stayed put, body tensing and shotgun rising again as the crowd started to form. Probably wasn't gonna lead into some sort of Mexican standoff, at least considering how pleasant the last few encounters were. But the whole Gervais thing happened like almost fucking immediately, so the jury was probably still out.
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((Sorry! Posting to avoid inactivity as I have only a few days for it to hit me!))
"...Yeah, seems I have the worst luck in trusting people, huh?" Emmett said as a bad joke and then he instantly regretting it, wincing a little at his outward insensitiveness. He was trying hard to avoid breaking down once again and he didn't want Cecil to worry about his feelings anymore. He was sure that Cecil had enough shit on his mind anyway. Emmett couldn't be selfish as he knew that a lot of people are losing people that they care and love deeply and he thought about Demetri and Mercy for a few moments. He was missing Demetri already. That dumbass... "Let's try our best to not get ourselves shot on sight, huh? Fuck...."
Emmett suddenly found himself leading the way slowly over to where the two guys were at the pier and he made sure that the gun was pointed down at the ground to show that he wasn't hostile. God, he was now slightly annoyed at whom he and Cecil had stumbled upon. Dane and Johnny. All he knew about them was that Dane was a rich asshole and Johnny was a short-tempered asshole.
Damn, three assholes were together with Cecil, huh? Interesting.
"Hey, assholes!" Emmett said with a smug-like smile and he knew that he shouldn't have said that to two guys with guns. But honestly, he didn't give a fuck about it and if he got shot for being a dick. Then so be it, he guessed. "How have your shitty days been on this fucking murder island?"
Keep up the asshole act, Emmett. Keep pretending you're okay. Keep up your mask for them. Don't break, don't break, don't break!
"...Yeah, seems I have the worst luck in trusting people, huh?" Emmett said as a bad joke and then he instantly regretting it, wincing a little at his outward insensitiveness. He was trying hard to avoid breaking down once again and he didn't want Cecil to worry about his feelings anymore. He was sure that Cecil had enough shit on his mind anyway. Emmett couldn't be selfish as he knew that a lot of people are losing people that they care and love deeply and he thought about Demetri and Mercy for a few moments. He was missing Demetri already. That dumbass... "Let's try our best to not get ourselves shot on sight, huh? Fuck...."
Emmett suddenly found himself leading the way slowly over to where the two guys were at the pier and he made sure that the gun was pointed down at the ground to show that he wasn't hostile. God, he was now slightly annoyed at whom he and Cecil had stumbled upon. Dane and Johnny. All he knew about them was that Dane was a rich asshole and Johnny was a short-tempered asshole.
Damn, three assholes were together with Cecil, huh? Interesting.
"Hey, assholes!" Emmett said with a smug-like smile and he knew that he shouldn't have said that to two guys with guns. But honestly, he didn't give a fuck about it and if he got shot for being a dick. Then so be it, he guessed. "How have your shitty days been on this fucking murder island?"
Keep up the asshole act, Emmett. Keep pretending you're okay. Keep up your mask for them. Don't break, don't break, don't break!
The air filled willed thick, suffocating tension as the two boys met. Johnny wasn't a trigger happy lunatic, thankfully, but the situation still looked like it could easily turn to violence. Billy had to suppress a shiver when Johnny's head turned to him. He showed his hands and tried his best to put on a relaxed-looking smile.
"Hey, man, I'm not here for a fight. Just stumbled by."
That's when Billy noticed Johnny's gaze wasn't on him, at least not completely. He was looking at something else in the same direction. Billy swiveled around to find to more guys coming in. Emmett and Cecil. Jeez, guess they were having a great meeting of the assholes here. And Emmett clearly wanted to assert his dominance as king of the assholes, as he suddenly started shouting at the heavily armed pair currently facing off.
"Eh- calm down, will ya?" he said, trying to suppress his annoyance. He was half-afraid Emmett would goad Johnny and Dane into shooting him and Billy'd be caught in the crossfire.
"Hey, man, I'm not here for a fight. Just stumbled by."
That's when Billy noticed Johnny's gaze wasn't on him, at least not completely. He was looking at something else in the same direction. Billy swiveled around to find to more guys coming in. Emmett and Cecil. Jeez, guess they were having a great meeting of the assholes here. And Emmett clearly wanted to assert his dominance as king of the assholes, as he suddenly started shouting at the heavily armed pair currently facing off.
"Eh- calm down, will ya?" he said, trying to suppress his annoyance. He was half-afraid Emmett would goad Johnny and Dane into shooting him and Billy'd be caught in the crossfire.
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Cecil couldn’t help but wince at Emmett’s sudden volume as he suddenly started yelling like a haughty king at the “Hey, assholes!” For a moment he was back in that hotel room in DC, grumbling his way through the morning and his roommates. He’d think that he could feel a headache already coming, but that’d be redundant considering his head had probably never stopped aching if he ever stopped to notice it. Nonetheless, he still had to pinch the bridge of his nose at Emmett’s “efforts.”
“That’s you trying your best not to get shot?” He hissed near Emmett’s ear before the two of them finally reached them.
There were three of them now, same old faces he barely glanced at back at school, none of which Cecil could name, but one seemed to stand out as quite familiar enough. The name was still lost on him, but he definitely had seen him more than the others. He didn’t remember having any meaningful conversation with him, though.
His last name might have started with an L. La…Le—Len—Le…Len–something.
He inwardly shrugged. There were still two more he didn’t even had that much of a chance to guess. He was more worried about the number of guns present in this company. Cecil tried to keep his position almost behind Emmett, which was already infuriating in of itself, but it was what he had to do with only a ballistic knife in hand.
In an effort to be polite to balance out Emmett’s entrance, he tried for a calm smile at the three of them.
“Hello to you guys, I suppose.”
“That’s you trying your best not to get shot?” He hissed near Emmett’s ear before the two of them finally reached them.
There were three of them now, same old faces he barely glanced at back at school, none of which Cecil could name, but one seemed to stand out as quite familiar enough. The name was still lost on him, but he definitely had seen him more than the others. He didn’t remember having any meaningful conversation with him, though.
His last name might have started with an L. La…Le—Len—Le…Len–something.
He inwardly shrugged. There were still two more he didn’t even had that much of a chance to guess. He was more worried about the number of guns present in this company. Cecil tried to keep his position almost behind Emmett, which was already infuriating in of itself, but it was what he had to do with only a ballistic knife in hand.
In an effort to be polite to balance out Emmett’s entrance, he tried for a calm smile at the three of them.
“Hello to you guys, I suppose.”
"Looks like their actions weren't so special. They should have tried harder, no? This," he pronounced, "is why we're still standing here," was all he could say to Johnny’s remark. Dane spoke as if he had just expressed the truest of true facts. Part of surviving was being able to move on.
Don’t play their game. Play yours. Just like in any successful business.
A sigh escaped his lips when more people arrived.
Dane wouldn’t say he felt frightened. Apprehensive perhaps. He was aware of the blood coursing through his veins, the increased rhythm of his heart, the breath in his lungs. Was aware, too, of that clenched twist that hung in the pit of his stomach. This was what it was to be alive, facing survival eye to eye, expecting, knowing you would win.
One stood out, next to reckless loudmouth, wearing decent looking attire and not oversized trash bags like many others. Didn’t he live in the same street?
“I’m not here for a fight either,” he said regarding Billy’s words. “But some people just like to throw around unnecessary comments that will only lead to them joining the lifeless floaters in the water. Which is no threat by any means.” The corner of his mouth jerked and he removed one hand from his weapon, shaking it. “I’m just saying. Let’s call it advice.” And if Emmett cared about his own lifespan, he should take it.
Don’t play their game. Play yours. Just like in any successful business.
A sigh escaped his lips when more people arrived.
Dane wouldn’t say he felt frightened. Apprehensive perhaps. He was aware of the blood coursing through his veins, the increased rhythm of his heart, the breath in his lungs. Was aware, too, of that clenched twist that hung in the pit of his stomach. This was what it was to be alive, facing survival eye to eye, expecting, knowing you would win.
One stood out, next to reckless loudmouth, wearing decent looking attire and not oversized trash bags like many others. Didn’t he live in the same street?
“I’m not here for a fight either,” he said regarding Billy’s words. “But some people just like to throw around unnecessary comments that will only lead to them joining the lifeless floaters in the water. Which is no threat by any means.” The corner of his mouth jerked and he removed one hand from his weapon, shaking it. “I’m just saying. Let’s call it advice.” And if Emmett cared about his own lifespan, he should take it.
Ooooooh, if Johnny were not committed to staying out of the spotlight he would beat Emmett senseless. Or if they weren't surrounded by three other fucking weirdos and a machine gun, maybe.
He'd have to let it go. For now. But he still seethed about it, glaring at Emmett as he lowered the shotgun, letting it face the wet ground again.
""Yeah," he reiterated Dane's lecture, "and my friendly fucking advice is to not sneak up on the guy with a gun and call him an asshole in the first place."
He'd have to let it go. For now. But he still seethed about it, glaring at Emmett as he lowered the shotgun, letting it face the wet ground again.
""Yeah," he reiterated Dane's lecture, "and my friendly fucking advice is to not sneak up on the guy with a gun and call him an asshole in the first place."
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Aaaaaand everyone was hating him. Even Emmett was fucking hating himself. But what else was new?
Perfect!
What the fuck are you doing, Emmett?! You need to tone down your shitty attitude that was just a façade. You can't hide behind it forever. Dammit....
Emmett's face crumpled in an instant and he was now trying to look more less.... hostile...? He had never really been good at talking to others that he never really talked to before and now he had to try to save face. Or get a bullet to the face. Had he really just lashed out without knowing it? He guessed he should try to be more.... friendly. Emil would want him to be a better person, right? He was already failing. How pathetic was he? ....Very.
"Sorry, guys. I didn't mean it like that. I was just...." Emmett was trying to not feel the boys' eyes judging him for being.... well, a dick and he was now wanting to bolt from the pier, feeling that he should just try to hunt down Lorenzo on his own. He really needed to get that tracker away from that creep. "....I wasn't trying to start a fight. Fuck. I think I was lashing out a little there. I didn't want to pissed you guys off and I'm sorry for calling you assholes. I'm just angry and sad and...."
Heartbroken?
"....S....Sorry, Dane, Johnny, Billy."
He let out a small, shaky breath and then he cleared his throat to hide the sob that was trying to escape from his throat.
"I'm trying to find Lorenzo so I can fucking kill him for what he did to my friends. I watched them both... die...."
Perfect!
What the fuck are you doing, Emmett?! You need to tone down your shitty attitude that was just a façade. You can't hide behind it forever. Dammit....
Emmett's face crumpled in an instant and he was now trying to look more less.... hostile...? He had never really been good at talking to others that he never really talked to before and now he had to try to save face. Or get a bullet to the face. Had he really just lashed out without knowing it? He guessed he should try to be more.... friendly. Emil would want him to be a better person, right? He was already failing. How pathetic was he? ....Very.
"Sorry, guys. I didn't mean it like that. I was just...." Emmett was trying to not feel the boys' eyes judging him for being.... well, a dick and he was now wanting to bolt from the pier, feeling that he should just try to hunt down Lorenzo on his own. He really needed to get that tracker away from that creep. "....I wasn't trying to start a fight. Fuck. I think I was lashing out a little there. I didn't want to pissed you guys off and I'm sorry for calling you assholes. I'm just angry and sad and...."
Heartbroken?
"....S....Sorry, Dane, Johnny, Billy."
He let out a small, shaky breath and then he cleared his throat to hide the sob that was trying to escape from his throat.
"I'm trying to find Lorenzo so I can fucking kill him for what he did to my friends. I watched them both... die...."
Mmm, yeah. They didn't pay Johnny enough to deal with Emmett and his neuroticism or any of these other fuckers. He was good with his own fucking drama, thanks.
With a roll of his eyes, Johnny took his shotgun and kept on walking down the coastline.
((Johnny Silva Ruiz marches onwards to nowhere in particular.))
With a roll of his eyes, Johnny took his shotgun and kept on walking down the coastline.
((Johnny Silva Ruiz marches onwards to nowhere in particular.))
"I appreciate your explanation. And your apology. But right now, they feel more like empty words to me," Dane said simply. "Try again after you get off that little rollercoaster. And be mindful with your step."
The rain was irritating. It was irritating him so much that he wasn't moving an inch as if it had turned him into a statue made out of mossy stone. The statue held its head as if faced with a challenge and found intrigue in its capacity to meet it, but the impulses were enough to make it move from its pedestal and hasten if needed. Was it worth staying here any longer?
Nah. Reckless Loudmouth would meet his end soon and perhaps Asian Boy was smart enough or a weirdo to use it to his advantage. A nice meatshield with a gun. RL and AB, what a dream pair.
The invisible moss fell and he turned, following after Yellow Hair's action. But the opposite way.
[Dane Lennox continued in RICH_BOY_LIKES_IT_ROUGH.MP4]
The rain was irritating. It was irritating him so much that he wasn't moving an inch as if it had turned him into a statue made out of mossy stone. The statue held its head as if faced with a challenge and found intrigue in its capacity to meet it, but the impulses were enough to make it move from its pedestal and hasten if needed. Was it worth staying here any longer?
Nah. Reckless Loudmouth would meet his end soon and perhaps Asian Boy was smart enough or a weirdo to use it to his advantage. A nice meatshield with a gun. RL and AB, what a dream pair.
The invisible moss fell and he turned, following after Yellow Hair's action. But the opposite way.
[Dane Lennox continued in RICH_BOY_LIKES_IT_ROUGH.MP4]