Re: Stopping for the night (CONTENT WARNING!)
Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2019 12:35 am
((continued from Checking In))
'1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...'
Bryan counted the steps up the stairwell as he climbed, something his ADD would often trigger ascending them at school. It took his mind off of the growing dread that this Walter asshole might have already snuffed the leader of the Fists, but not enough that his grip on the shotgun handle loosened any.
'...8, 9, way to just fucking leave him there with that psycho, Mari...'
He knew Seth well enough to know that the guy could take care of himself in an ordinary situation. That was a given. But according to Danya, this guy Walter was quite the contender. Issued a rock for a weapon and still made quick work of that one kid. Danya was licking his ass like it had a chocolate center.
'...dammit, lost count.'
It bore little consequence anyway, seeing as he was at the top of the staircase in front of the 2nd floor entrance. He had no clue what to expect; Mari just said upstairs. He pulled the door open and shot out full tilt into the hallway, confident in his direction as it matched that of the previous floor. Sure enough, Seth and Walt were dead ahead, looking pretty dead tired. They'd had themselves a little brawl from the looks of things. Seth was fairly bloodied, as was his highly-praised adversary, but he was still alive and that was good enough. No problem. No fuckin' problem at all.
Bryan didn't feel as pumped as he thought he should have, but then again he was packing the undisputed mediator, the SPAS-12. It would make short work of Smith, guaranteed. Still, in the back of his mind he wouldn't have minded going toe-to-toe with the acclaimed SOTF prodigy, no weapons, just a good old-fashioned fistfight. It looked like Mattlock had beaten him to the punch though. Oh yes, pun fully intended.
Hefting the shotgun and aiming in Walter's direction, Bryan interrupted the stand-off with a clear, sharp exclamation of the word "hey." True, he hadn't had a good fight since he'd arrived on the island, but it was still fun playing the role of the shotgun man; you got to go around shooting stuff and yelling at people.
'1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...'
Bryan counted the steps up the stairwell as he climbed, something his ADD would often trigger ascending them at school. It took his mind off of the growing dread that this Walter asshole might have already snuffed the leader of the Fists, but not enough that his grip on the shotgun handle loosened any.
'...8, 9, way to just fucking leave him there with that psycho, Mari...'
He knew Seth well enough to know that the guy could take care of himself in an ordinary situation. That was a given. But according to Danya, this guy Walter was quite the contender. Issued a rock for a weapon and still made quick work of that one kid. Danya was licking his ass like it had a chocolate center.
'...dammit, lost count.'
It bore little consequence anyway, seeing as he was at the top of the staircase in front of the 2nd floor entrance. He had no clue what to expect; Mari just said upstairs. He pulled the door open and shot out full tilt into the hallway, confident in his direction as it matched that of the previous floor. Sure enough, Seth and Walt were dead ahead, looking pretty dead tired. They'd had themselves a little brawl from the looks of things. Seth was fairly bloodied, as was his highly-praised adversary, but he was still alive and that was good enough. No problem. No fuckin' problem at all.
Bryan didn't feel as pumped as he thought he should have, but then again he was packing the undisputed mediator, the SPAS-12. It would make short work of Smith, guaranteed. Still, in the back of his mind he wouldn't have minded going toe-to-toe with the acclaimed SOTF prodigy, no weapons, just a good old-fashioned fistfight. It looked like Mattlock had beaten him to the punch though. Oh yes, pun fully intended.
Hefting the shotgun and aiming in Walter's direction, Bryan interrupted the stand-off with a clear, sharp exclamation of the word "hey." True, he hadn't had a good fight since he'd arrived on the island, but it was still fun playing the role of the shotgun man; you got to go around shooting stuff and yelling at people.