[[Shawn Morrison Continued From: Time To Pretend.]]
"Oh man. You know what I'm really craving for right now? Cinnamon Raisin Bagels. Oh and smoothies, like a mixed fruit, strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, pineapple, mango, banana smoothie."
Shawn Morrison had been traveling down the long resort beach with Benjamin Grayson AKA Ben-o, attempting to make some small talk with the shy boy. They were consuming some of their rations on the walk, with Shawn bringing up the fact that his father had been a vegan whose lifestyle Shawn had adopted as his own, along with his father's 'alternative' sort of clothing choice.
In the midst of the vegan wet dream, blurred the announcements from out of nowhere. Shawn hadn't even realized they had entered the Hotel grounds. Apparently, it was no longer a danger zone.
He chose to ignore most of it, as knowing that kids were killing each other and were dying was horrible enough; he didn't need to know how. Most of the names were unfamiliar anyway. Until Kevin's name came up. He had killed Bob Lazenby. They were both from Silver Dragon Academy. Then Zach's name... he ignored that part as well. After living through it, Shawn didn't want to remember it again.
Then... No.
Not.
"Holly...?"
His voice was nearly a whisper.
Shawn couldn't believe his ears. This couldn't be happening. Not his fellow eco-club member; his friend. His friend whom he had enjoyed smoking pot with several times in the past. Heck he was the one who introduced Holly to the herb and now she was
Gone.
Shawn's smile faltered as he wiped the moisture out from his eyes. He took a deep breath then placed his retro-vintage, neon blue sunglasses over his eyes again.
The announcements ended with the man saying that the cruise ship was a danger zone and that previous ones were now safe. They just happened to be in front of one of those places right now. Through a hushed tone, Shawn suggested an idea to his partner.
"Hey Ben. Let's look around the hotel. It should be safe now, I think. We're probably the first ones here. Maybe we can find something useful."
A pause.
"By the way. What is your weapon anyway?"
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((Ben Grayson continued from Time To Pretend ))
As they plodded along the sand, Ben tried to think of something to say. That's what normal people would do in this situation, right? Make small talk as they traveled. But like everything social, Ben wasn't very good at it. Fortunately, Shawn filled the silence, mentioning his father's lifestyle choices and particular cravings. Nodding, Ben thought of his own parents again and almost offered something about them, like his mother's job and his own medical aspirations. However, the crackling announcements cut him off.
Unlike his traveling partner, Ben paid close attention. Except for Zach's the names meant little to him, though he wondered if any were members of the pink team or the gold team mates they searched for. Shawn, though, obviously did know someone listed.
"It'll be alright..." Ben managed to murmur.
The moment passed and the two of them found themselves on the grounds of the hotel. Ben had bypassed this place once already, fearful of how crowded it might be. Now he didn't have to worry about that.
"Okay," he said to Shawn, agreeing to look around.
Then the question no one had bothered to ask until now. His heart skipped a beat and he scrambled for an answer. There was only one reason to abandon your weapon in SOTF-TV. It had to be useless.
"A spoon," he said, imagining the item out of nowhere. "When I woke up there was a spoon lying on the top of my pack."
Ben paused and swallowed his lie. "I was, um...angry, and I threw it in the ocean. I could hardly wave it at someone shooting at me..."
He left it at that, turning to stare at the hotel. Heading for the main doors, he peered through their glass. Seeing nothing but the interior, he still hesitated and turned back to Shawn. "I guess maybe we should go inside?"
As they plodded along the sand, Ben tried to think of something to say. That's what normal people would do in this situation, right? Make small talk as they traveled. But like everything social, Ben wasn't very good at it. Fortunately, Shawn filled the silence, mentioning his father's lifestyle choices and particular cravings. Nodding, Ben thought of his own parents again and almost offered something about them, like his mother's job and his own medical aspirations. However, the crackling announcements cut him off.
Unlike his traveling partner, Ben paid close attention. Except for Zach's the names meant little to him, though he wondered if any were members of the pink team or the gold team mates they searched for. Shawn, though, obviously did know someone listed.
"It'll be alright..." Ben managed to murmur.
The moment passed and the two of them found themselves on the grounds of the hotel. Ben had bypassed this place once already, fearful of how crowded it might be. Now he didn't have to worry about that.
"Okay," he said to Shawn, agreeing to look around.
Then the question no one had bothered to ask until now. His heart skipped a beat and he scrambled for an answer. There was only one reason to abandon your weapon in SOTF-TV. It had to be useless.
"A spoon," he said, imagining the item out of nowhere. "When I woke up there was a spoon lying on the top of my pack."
Ben paused and swallowed his lie. "I was, um...angry, and I threw it in the ocean. I could hardly wave it at someone shooting at me..."
He left it at that, turning to stare at the hotel. Heading for the main doors, he peered through their glass. Seeing nothing but the interior, he still hesitated and turned back to Shawn. "I guess maybe we should go inside?"
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A spoon? At least it was lightweight, unlike his issued electric power saw that he had left somewhere in the rain forest. Shawn nodded at Ben's explanation, but also noticed that the other boy was quite anxious to change the subject. Of course, Shawn had too much other thoughts in mind after that announcement to really suspect anything from Ben. So he let it pass with only a questioning expression before answering his question.
"Yeah. Let's go in."
Shawn opened the door slightly to pop his head in first. The lobby inside was well decorated and the air cool. It was also very quiet and there didn't seem to be anyone around. Perhaps his assumption that they were the first here was correct. That was good, as then they wouldn't be caught in any sort of sneak attack. They'd have the advantage or the leverage to move, being the first in.
"Looks safe... let's have a look around." He said as he pushed the hotel's front doors open completely for Ben to walk in as well. After they were in, Shawn quickly shut them, so no one could come in unannounced. He scanned the area and spotted the hotel directory near the front counter. Of course there would be hotel suites, a kitchen and a dinning area. The closest area was the exercise and activity wing, situated just down the closest hallway from the lobby. Apparently the beach side pool would be near that area as well.
It was tough to think of where to look first, as his thoughts were currently revolving around his friend Holly. The friend he'd never talk to again. A girl by the name of Odile Jones, was responsible for it - he'd remember that name. With a name like that Shawn would have definitely known if there was someone at Silver Dragon Academy who went by it. Since the name wasn't familiar, it could only mean that she was a girl from the other school. He was going to watch out for this girl, but the problem was he didn't know what she looked like. He'd have to ask someone who did know. Someone like... Alicia, or anyone else non-hostile from that Detroit school.
There was one thing for certain. Shawn Morrison was not going to allow what happened to Holly, happen to anyone else he knew or got along with. So if this Odile was going to continue to be a threat to them, he would have to do something about it. The difficult part was: how.
Fading back into the real world from his sudden daydream, Shawn turned to face Ben.
"Hey, sorry about that Ben-o. Just had alot on my mind. Anyway, where do you wanna look first, dude?"
"Yeah. Let's go in."
Shawn opened the door slightly to pop his head in first. The lobby inside was well decorated and the air cool. It was also very quiet and there didn't seem to be anyone around. Perhaps his assumption that they were the first here was correct. That was good, as then they wouldn't be caught in any sort of sneak attack. They'd have the advantage or the leverage to move, being the first in.
"Looks safe... let's have a look around." He said as he pushed the hotel's front doors open completely for Ben to walk in as well. After they were in, Shawn quickly shut them, so no one could come in unannounced. He scanned the area and spotted the hotel directory near the front counter. Of course there would be hotel suites, a kitchen and a dinning area. The closest area was the exercise and activity wing, situated just down the closest hallway from the lobby. Apparently the beach side pool would be near that area as well.
It was tough to think of where to look first, as his thoughts were currently revolving around his friend Holly. The friend he'd never talk to again. A girl by the name of Odile Jones, was responsible for it - he'd remember that name. With a name like that Shawn would have definitely known if there was someone at Silver Dragon Academy who went by it. Since the name wasn't familiar, it could only mean that she was a girl from the other school. He was going to watch out for this girl, but the problem was he didn't know what she looked like. He'd have to ask someone who did know. Someone like... Alicia, or anyone else non-hostile from that Detroit school.
There was one thing for certain. Shawn Morrison was not going to allow what happened to Holly, happen to anyone else he knew or got along with. So if this Odile was going to continue to be a threat to them, he would have to do something about it. The difficult part was: how.
Fading back into the real world from his sudden daydream, Shawn turned to face Ben.
"Hey, sorry about that Ben-o. Just had alot on my mind. Anyway, where do you wanna look first, dude?"
Ben held his breath, letting it slowly outward as no more questions about his weapon were forthcoming. He certainly took no pleasure in the continued lying and pretending, but both spelled survival.
While Shawn took quick survey of the hotel's lobby, Ben swept his gaze across the grounds. All seemed eerily quiet after the place being a danger zone and he hoped it remained that way.
Turning as his traveling partner spoke, he proceeded into the building. After gallivanting around the island, he shivered at the artificially cold air and glanced about. It looked like a nice enough place to stay, with a shiny front counter and expensive tables and chairs. Ben meandered about then, going towards the hallway and the activity wing. Not venturing further, he remained unsure of what they'd find at the hotel. Would the producers even allow anything remotely weapon-like to be left lying around? He doubted it.
To Shawn, he shrugged. "Maybe we should split up to search? I could go down this corridor and you could go to the kitchens and whatnot?"
While Shawn took quick survey of the hotel's lobby, Ben swept his gaze across the grounds. All seemed eerily quiet after the place being a danger zone and he hoped it remained that way.
Turning as his traveling partner spoke, he proceeded into the building. After gallivanting around the island, he shivered at the artificially cold air and glanced about. It looked like a nice enough place to stay, with a shiny front counter and expensive tables and chairs. Ben meandered about then, going towards the hallway and the activity wing. Not venturing further, he remained unsure of what they'd find at the hotel. Would the producers even allow anything remotely weapon-like to be left lying around? He doubted it.
To Shawn, he shrugged. "Maybe we should split up to search? I could go down this corridor and you could go to the kitchens and whatnot?"
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"Not a bad idea... Ya, ok we can do that."
Shawn turned his head to the opposite hallway from the poolside area which Ben had his attention on, then back to Ben again. A thought came to the young man's mind of an item that could be potentially useful and likely to be found where Ben had opted to look.
"Oh, and since you're going down by the pool side, see if you can find a few whistles. You know, like those kinds lifeguards or coaches use? There should probably be some down there. Get like; a bunch. Other than that, see if you can find anything that we could actually use to protect the both of us and keep your eyes and ears open for other people who might show up. We can meet up, searching the rooms later."
A friendly hand went to the shoulder of his partner Ben-o.
"Just be careful man. If anything happens: head back to the shack."
A lift of each corner of the mouth, a tried half smile, before leaving the lobby. "So, let's get movin'."
Shawn turned his head to the opposite hallway from the poolside area which Ben had his attention on, then back to Ben again. A thought came to the young man's mind of an item that could be potentially useful and likely to be found where Ben had opted to look.
"Oh, and since you're going down by the pool side, see if you can find a few whistles. You know, like those kinds lifeguards or coaches use? There should probably be some down there. Get like; a bunch. Other than that, see if you can find anything that we could actually use to protect the both of us and keep your eyes and ears open for other people who might show up. We can meet up, searching the rooms later."
A friendly hand went to the shoulder of his partner Ben-o.
"Just be careful man. If anything happens: head back to the shack."
A lift of each corner of the mouth, a tried half smile, before leaving the lobby. "So, let's get movin'."
Ben inclined his head as Shawn agreed and began giving instructions. Whistles were reasonable enough, he thought. The producers of the show couldn't strip an area down of everything and something so small might be overlooked. And, after all, killing another contestant with a whistle would be a monumental feat.
"Alright," Ben said. "You be careful too."
He headed down the hallway then. A quick look in the surrounding rooms showed a few hotel staff areas and the workout room. Deciding to head for the pool first, Ben paused at the last set of doors that would take him outside. Spotting nothing suspicious, he went through.
In the afternoon sunlight, the pool's water shimmered and sparkled. Even with the current You're Probably Going To Die circumstances, Ben had to resist the impulse to jump in. Seeing the line of wooden lounge chairs surrounding the water, he meandered amongst them. A stray towel hung from the back of one and he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder. It could be used as a blanket or for other more practical things if one of them happened to be wounded.
From there, Ben angled towards the building with a snack bar, locker rooms, and presumably some sort of lifeguards office. As he suspected, a cursory glance of the bar showed that no food had been left behind.
Within the men's locker room, Ben's shoes squeaked against the tile. A few lockers were open, but he found nothing inside. A couple more were closed tight with combination locks. What would be inside those? Guns? The remains of a tourist's resort vacation? In any event, Ben could hardly guess the combinations and had no idea how one went about listening for them. He left and faltered before the adjacent women's locker room. He knew he should look. After a breath, he pulled the door open.
"Hello?" he called, just to be sure.
No one answered and the situation was much the same on this side. A bunch of open lockers and some more closed. Searching rather fast, Ben found a red bikini hanging from a hook near the showers. He'd almost touched it and if any cameras were filming, they would have captured Ben's face turning the same color as the skimpy garment. Choosing to believe there wasn't anything else there, he exited.
Finally, Ben went to the lifeguards office. A desk with an inoperable computer, some filing cabinets, and various life-saving paraphernalia. His gaze wandered to a bulletin board filled with old notices. Another set of hooks--thankfully with no bikinis--and Ben had found the whistles he sought. Taking the two of them, he searched the place for anything else that might be useful. Maybe one of those life-saving rings, but he didn't want to carry it around.
Appreciating the view of the pool once more, Ben felt it time to go back inside the hotel. Stuffing the whistles in his pockets, he crossed the space to the doors and stepped back into the frigid air-conditioning. Unsure whether any newcomers had arrived while he'd been outside, Ben listened and skulked down the corridor.
He heard very little and so decided to risk it. "Shawn?" He said, voice carrying as he reached the lobby.
"Alright," Ben said. "You be careful too."
He headed down the hallway then. A quick look in the surrounding rooms showed a few hotel staff areas and the workout room. Deciding to head for the pool first, Ben paused at the last set of doors that would take him outside. Spotting nothing suspicious, he went through.
In the afternoon sunlight, the pool's water shimmered and sparkled. Even with the current You're Probably Going To Die circumstances, Ben had to resist the impulse to jump in. Seeing the line of wooden lounge chairs surrounding the water, he meandered amongst them. A stray towel hung from the back of one and he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder. It could be used as a blanket or for other more practical things if one of them happened to be wounded.
From there, Ben angled towards the building with a snack bar, locker rooms, and presumably some sort of lifeguards office. As he suspected, a cursory glance of the bar showed that no food had been left behind.
Within the men's locker room, Ben's shoes squeaked against the tile. A few lockers were open, but he found nothing inside. A couple more were closed tight with combination locks. What would be inside those? Guns? The remains of a tourist's resort vacation? In any event, Ben could hardly guess the combinations and had no idea how one went about listening for them. He left and faltered before the adjacent women's locker room. He knew he should look. After a breath, he pulled the door open.
"Hello?" he called, just to be sure.
No one answered and the situation was much the same on this side. A bunch of open lockers and some more closed. Searching rather fast, Ben found a red bikini hanging from a hook near the showers. He'd almost touched it and if any cameras were filming, they would have captured Ben's face turning the same color as the skimpy garment. Choosing to believe there wasn't anything else there, he exited.
Finally, Ben went to the lifeguards office. A desk with an inoperable computer, some filing cabinets, and various life-saving paraphernalia. His gaze wandered to a bulletin board filled with old notices. Another set of hooks--thankfully with no bikinis--and Ben had found the whistles he sought. Taking the two of them, he searched the place for anything else that might be useful. Maybe one of those life-saving rings, but he didn't want to carry it around.
Appreciating the view of the pool once more, Ben felt it time to go back inside the hotel. Stuffing the whistles in his pockets, he crossed the space to the doors and stepped back into the frigid air-conditioning. Unsure whether any newcomers had arrived while he'd been outside, Ben listened and skulked down the corridor.
He heard very little and so decided to risk it. "Shawn?" He said, voice carrying as he reached the lobby.
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A voice echoes quietly from Shawn's collar...
"Listen Shawn, I know you think you've got all the cards in your hand, but be careful. You can never tell who's bluffing you in this game. Don't go all in until you're sure you've got the winning hand. You've got to make everyone else fold first, understand?"
"Listen Shawn, I know you think you've got all the cards in your hand, but be careful. You can never tell who's bluffing you in this game. Don't go all in until you're sure you've got the winning hand. You've got to make everyone else fold first, understand?"
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There wasn't much useful items in the hotel's dinning room. Everything was pretty much cleared out and looked untouched since then. As assumed, there was no people to be found here and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was yet to be determined. Shawn currently found himself in the large resort kitchen, sitting on a stool. His search here also proved non-fruitful. He found only one thing here that could be considered a weapon if wielded correctly...
A frying pan.
At least it was made of stainless steel. Emphasis on steel, which meant, unlike his guitar it would last more than one swing toward an attacker like the one who killed Holly.
Shawn felt a tear slide down from under his neon blue sunglasses. It was difficult to concentrate on anything, like looking for stuff, knowing that one of your friends was gone. She was gone, she was really gone. And it was affecting his ability to search efficiently. He just needed to clear his mind, that's all.
He whipped out a joint, half lit from yesterday and fired it up once more. The familiar essence flourished once again. For a moment Shawn stayed there, just taking a few hits of the marijuana. This was actually kind of boring without other people to do it with, but at least he was beginning to feel a whole lot better than earlier. Well... he was good now. He'd save for later, like when he found someone else interested, being that Holly -
No dude, don't think about her now, you're flippin buzzed man, don't mess this up.
Well he needed to move now, make room in his bag for the frying pan and rearrange his stuff again. Then he could meet up with Ben-o and see what he found. First out was some clothes he'd put back in later and next up was...
"Hey Brian." Shawn pulled out from his bag and then greeted the deceased boa constrictor with a smile.
"Listen Shawn, I know you think you've got all the cards in your hand, but be careful. You can never tell who's bluffing you in this game."
Shawn's jaw dropped. What the- what did he just smoke? It was only pot. POT.
"You're a snake and-and you're dead. You can't talk. Oh man this is freaking me out..."
"Don't go all in until you're sure you've got the winning hand. You've got to make everyone else fold first, understand?"
"Uh. Okay..."
A frying pan.
At least it was made of stainless steel. Emphasis on steel, which meant, unlike his guitar it would last more than one swing toward an attacker like the one who killed Holly.
Shawn felt a tear slide down from under his neon blue sunglasses. It was difficult to concentrate on anything, like looking for stuff, knowing that one of your friends was gone. She was gone, she was really gone. And it was affecting his ability to search efficiently. He just needed to clear his mind, that's all.
He whipped out a joint, half lit from yesterday and fired it up once more. The familiar essence flourished once again. For a moment Shawn stayed there, just taking a few hits of the marijuana. This was actually kind of boring without other people to do it with, but at least he was beginning to feel a whole lot better than earlier. Well... he was good now. He'd save for later, like when he found someone else interested, being that Holly -
No dude, don't think about her now, you're flippin buzzed man, don't mess this up.
Well he needed to move now, make room in his bag for the frying pan and rearrange his stuff again. Then he could meet up with Ben-o and see what he found. First out was some clothes he'd put back in later and next up was...
"Hey Brian." Shawn pulled out from his bag and then greeted the deceased boa constrictor with a smile.
"Listen Shawn, I know you think you've got all the cards in your hand, but be careful. You can never tell who's bluffing you in this game."
Shawn's jaw dropped. What the- what did he just smoke? It was only pot. POT.
"You're a snake and-and you're dead. You can't talk. Oh man this is freaking me out..."
"Don't go all in until you're sure you've got the winning hand. You've got to make everyone else fold first, understand?"
"Uh. Okay..."
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((Jaszmine Johnson, continued from Lost in the Woods))
After a bit of walking, Jaszy had found herself...here. Wherever the fuck here was. Didn't matter. She rolled her shoulders, cracking her back a little. Shit, she was sore. How long had it been since she slept? How long had it been since this whole thing started?
Everything was getting twisted inside of her head. That was not a good sign.
Whatever here was, it sure looked like a big-ass hotel. Useful. Lots of places to hide, lots of places to rest. Not the best defense, but it had been a dangerzone, if she remembered correctly, which meant is was most likely pretty empty. Safe. For now.
She cracked her neck. Here would do nicely.
Jaszy stepped forward, pushing her way into the lobby. Where there stood another fucking kid.
So much for quiet.
She whipped out her Colt, pointing it at the kid, both hands holding the...what was it called? Handle? That seemed like a really awful name. Took down the badass level by a bit.
"Look, I really ain't in the mood for your shit right now. So tell me who you are, and give me one good fucking reason not to just blast your brains out now, alright?"
Though I highly doubt you could top the last one...
She didn't even click off the safety. The thought of shooting this kid had never even really entered her mind.
Not that he had to know that.
After a bit of walking, Jaszy had found herself...here. Wherever the fuck here was. Didn't matter. She rolled her shoulders, cracking her back a little. Shit, she was sore. How long had it been since she slept? How long had it been since this whole thing started?
Everything was getting twisted inside of her head. That was not a good sign.
Whatever here was, it sure looked like a big-ass hotel. Useful. Lots of places to hide, lots of places to rest. Not the best defense, but it had been a dangerzone, if she remembered correctly, which meant is was most likely pretty empty. Safe. For now.
She cracked her neck. Here would do nicely.
Jaszy stepped forward, pushing her way into the lobby. Where there stood another fucking kid.
So much for quiet.
She whipped out her Colt, pointing it at the kid, both hands holding the...what was it called? Handle? That seemed like a really awful name. Took down the badass level by a bit.
"Look, I really ain't in the mood for your shit right now. So tell me who you are, and give me one good fucking reason not to just blast your brains out now, alright?"
Though I highly doubt you could top the last one...
She didn't even click off the safety. The thought of shooting this kid had never even really entered her mind.
Not that he had to know that.
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No answer.
Ben shrugged to himself. Silence didn't mean anything. Shawn could have already progressed towards the upper levels of the building. And if something bad had occurred, they'd agreed to reconvene at the shack on the beach. There probably would have been some sort of evidence, too.
Standing near a footstool, Ben dropped his backpack with the intent to retrieve some water. That was when a girl pushed her way through the front doors. A black girl, to be exact, which was enough to tell him she was from Detroit.
Ben opened his mouth as if to speak, but any words died when she leveled the gun at him. Tensing, he held up his hands, dark eyes flicking everywhere except his potential killer. Then the barrage of questions.
"Oh god," he stammered. "I'm Ben. And you shouldn't kill me...because...because..."
Why shouldn't she? The cameras would zoom in, the overly dramatic music would play. Her shooting of him would be prime-time television.
Ben shook his head. No time to let his imagination drift. "Because! I've been all over the island! I know things. Knowledge and weapons are power, right? Right? And I found stuff here! Useful things. You won't be able to find it with me dead."
He gulped. More lies, but what was one more addition to the list of them?
Ben shrugged to himself. Silence didn't mean anything. Shawn could have already progressed towards the upper levels of the building. And if something bad had occurred, they'd agreed to reconvene at the shack on the beach. There probably would have been some sort of evidence, too.
Standing near a footstool, Ben dropped his backpack with the intent to retrieve some water. That was when a girl pushed her way through the front doors. A black girl, to be exact, which was enough to tell him she was from Detroit.
Ben opened his mouth as if to speak, but any words died when she leveled the gun at him. Tensing, he held up his hands, dark eyes flicking everywhere except his potential killer. Then the barrage of questions.
"Oh god," he stammered. "I'm Ben. And you shouldn't kill me...because...because..."
Why shouldn't she? The cameras would zoom in, the overly dramatic music would play. Her shooting of him would be prime-time television.
Ben shook his head. No time to let his imagination drift. "Because! I've been all over the island! I know things. Knowledge and weapons are power, right? Right? And I found stuff here! Useful things. You won't be able to find it with me dead."
He gulped. More lies, but what was one more addition to the list of them?
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Shawn stepped out from the kitchen and dinning room area, into the hallway from where he came from. The walk back consisted of a lengthy corridor, culminating in a corner turn in an "L" shape to the main lobby. He'd been simply thinking about the advice he was supposedly given by his boa constrictor friend, Brian Eno; trying to figure out exactly what the metaphors meant. It was when he reached the corner turn that he heard a voice - and it wasn't Ben's.
"Look, I really ain't in the mood for your shit right now."
It was a girl, with an accent that Shawn wasn't used to hearing. It was an accent similar to the one the boy from the hot spot had. The boy on yellow who punched and threw the bag of the lost gold team member, into the crater. It wasn't an accent you'd hear from Bryan, Texas that's for sure, which meant whoever was talking, was from the Detroit school.
"So tell me who you are, and give me one good fucking reason not to just blast your brains out now, alright?"
She was threatening someone.
Shawn peeked around the corner to see the back of the girl, one he'd never seen before; a nice figure, dark skinned, pretty, but holding a gun - dangerous. That gun was lifted and pointed at...
"I'm Ben. And you shouldn't kill me...because...because... Because! I've been all over the island! I know things. Knowledge and weapons are power, right? Right? And I found stuff here! Useful things. You won't be able to find it with me dead."
Criminey Jeeze.
Crud, what if it was that girl who killed Holly? He ducked back behind the wall, thinking of what to do. What could he do? There was really nothing - nothing he could do, but Shawn couldn't let the same thing happen to Ben. Not when he was around to do something about it. He'd have to figure something out.
Think outside the box. Improvise. Make use of that creativity that his parents and teachers always praised him for.
He didn't want to kill her. Or even hurt her, for that matter. He couldn't. Just... just... He just needed to subdue the girl. Yeah, that's what he needed to do. He opened his bag.
That should work.
It was risky and even a bit strange, but this was the only plan Shawn had to keep Ben from being shot:
Sneak up behind the girl and restrain her. Keep that gun out of her hands. Disarm.
Shawn took a deep breath and then quietly - made his move.
"Look, I really ain't in the mood for your shit right now."
It was a girl, with an accent that Shawn wasn't used to hearing. It was an accent similar to the one the boy from the hot spot had. The boy on yellow who punched and threw the bag of the lost gold team member, into the crater. It wasn't an accent you'd hear from Bryan, Texas that's for sure, which meant whoever was talking, was from the Detroit school.
"So tell me who you are, and give me one good fucking reason not to just blast your brains out now, alright?"
She was threatening someone.
Shawn peeked around the corner to see the back of the girl, one he'd never seen before; a nice figure, dark skinned, pretty, but holding a gun - dangerous. That gun was lifted and pointed at...
"I'm Ben. And you shouldn't kill me...because...because... Because! I've been all over the island! I know things. Knowledge and weapons are power, right? Right? And I found stuff here! Useful things. You won't be able to find it with me dead."
Criminey Jeeze.
Crud, what if it was that girl who killed Holly? He ducked back behind the wall, thinking of what to do. What could he do? There was really nothing - nothing he could do, but Shawn couldn't let the same thing happen to Ben. Not when he was around to do something about it. He'd have to figure something out.
Think outside the box. Improvise. Make use of that creativity that his parents and teachers always praised him for.
He didn't want to kill her. Or even hurt her, for that matter. He couldn't. Just... just... He just needed to subdue the girl. Yeah, that's what he needed to do. He opened his bag.
That should work.
It was risky and even a bit strange, but this was the only plan Shawn had to keep Ben from being shot:
Sneak up behind the girl and restrain her. Keep that gun out of her hands. Disarm.
Shawn took a deep breath and then quietly - made his move.
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Jaszmine raised her eyebrow at the kid's response. There was no fucking way he knew enough about this island to be of any use to her. Still, she'd scared him enough, which was a good thing. Building up a reputation. Making people scared of her. That was the plan.
What was not a part of the plan was something wrapping around her neck. She was taken by surprise, and dropped the gun, bringing her hands around her neck.
The fuck? Scale-y...what the fuck? Am I being attacked by a snake?
Jaszmine blinked before realizing how retarded that was. No, she wasn't being attacked by a snake. She was being attacked by a person who was using a snake to choke her.
What the serious fuck.
This fucking kid was choking her with a snake. Who even did that? Who saw someone and thought that a snake was their most reliable weapon?
If she knew what the snake was named, she would have rolled her eyes at that irony that she, of all people, was getting killed by a hipster.
As Jaszy struggled against her attacker, her thoughts still focused on the snake. Seriously, it was aggravating her. Is that all she was gonna be? The girl who got choked by a snake? Was this a pun on Boa Constrictor? What was this shit? Who the fuck died by snake? And not snake as an attack, but snake as a weapon?
Certainly not Jaszmine Johnson.
She wanted to die in a blazing gun battle. Instead she was choking to death, helpless, with a joke weapon.
Fucking priceless this was.
But it didn't matter, because there was no fucking way that this kid would kill her. No, no one just killed Jaszmine Johnson. She was getting home!
No, she'd kick him in a place that really hurt, and then she'd grab her gun, click that fucking safety off, and blow his brains out. Easy. Her first kill would even be in self-defense. She wouldn't even have to feel guilty about it.
Issue was that she couldn't quite make contact with the kid. Didn't matter though, all she'd need was a minute.
The walls of her vision were going black when she realized that she didn't have a minute. She didn't stop struggling though. Not when she felt something in her neck crack, not when her eyes squeezed shut and her whole chest ached. She didn't fucking stop trying.
She didn't stop until she was deader than dead.
BLU1- JASZMINE JOHNSON: DECEASED.
What was not a part of the plan was something wrapping around her neck. She was taken by surprise, and dropped the gun, bringing her hands around her neck.
The fuck? Scale-y...what the fuck? Am I being attacked by a snake?
Jaszmine blinked before realizing how retarded that was. No, she wasn't being attacked by a snake. She was being attacked by a person who was using a snake to choke her.
What the serious fuck.
This fucking kid was choking her with a snake. Who even did that? Who saw someone and thought that a snake was their most reliable weapon?
If she knew what the snake was named, she would have rolled her eyes at that irony that she, of all people, was getting killed by a hipster.
As Jaszy struggled against her attacker, her thoughts still focused on the snake. Seriously, it was aggravating her. Is that all she was gonna be? The girl who got choked by a snake? Was this a pun on Boa Constrictor? What was this shit? Who the fuck died by snake? And not snake as an attack, but snake as a weapon?
Certainly not Jaszmine Johnson.
She wanted to die in a blazing gun battle. Instead she was choking to death, helpless, with a joke weapon.
Fucking priceless this was.
But it didn't matter, because there was no fucking way that this kid would kill her. No, no one just killed Jaszmine Johnson. She was getting home!
No, she'd kick him in a place that really hurt, and then she'd grab her gun, click that fucking safety off, and blow his brains out. Easy. Her first kill would even be in self-defense. She wouldn't even have to feel guilty about it.
Issue was that she couldn't quite make contact with the kid. Didn't matter though, all she'd need was a minute.
The walls of her vision were going black when she realized that she didn't have a minute. She didn't stop struggling though. Not when she felt something in her neck crack, not when her eyes squeezed shut and her whole chest ached. She didn't fucking stop trying.
She didn't stop until she was deader than dead.
BLU1- JASZMINE JOHNSON: DECEASED.
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Ben staggered backwards, bumping into the arm of a chair as Shawn appeared and wrapped something--a snake, he realized--around the girl's neck. Though prevented from falling by the furniture, Ben shook, his heart thundering in his chest. He'd almost been shot and now Shawn defended him. Ben: the liar and pretender.
The girl struggled. Ben heard her gasps and stared with wide eyes. Even with all his time in the hospital, Ben's mother had carefully shielded her son from witnessing death. Now it happened right in front of him and he couldn't tear his gaze away. The girl, however, lowered her eyelids. Shortly thereafter, a crunching sound that seemed far too loud in the lobby. Ben flinched, curling his fingers into fists.
"Oh god...you saved me...you killed her." Ben's voice wavered as he stated the obvious. Finally his gaze resumed its usual erratic flickering. What was there to say in this situation? Oh, gee, thanks for choking that girl for me, Shawn. I probably would've died without you. Why don't we go for a dip in the pool?
He should say something more. Too much silence and a body that would become a corpse. Gulping, he looked to Shawn. "I don't know what to say," Ben mumbled. "Thanks...? I don't know if that's right either..."
Trailing off, he doubted it was the most appropriate thing to say. He wondered too about what his mother would think. This would certainly not be proper reverence for the dead.
"Oh god," he repeated, covering his face with his palms. "What're we doing?"
It was more like asking the universe why it conspired to make these events occur. Not a question in which he expected an answer.
The girl struggled. Ben heard her gasps and stared with wide eyes. Even with all his time in the hospital, Ben's mother had carefully shielded her son from witnessing death. Now it happened right in front of him and he couldn't tear his gaze away. The girl, however, lowered her eyelids. Shortly thereafter, a crunching sound that seemed far too loud in the lobby. Ben flinched, curling his fingers into fists.
"Oh god...you saved me...you killed her." Ben's voice wavered as he stated the obvious. Finally his gaze resumed its usual erratic flickering. What was there to say in this situation? Oh, gee, thanks for choking that girl for me, Shawn. I probably would've died without you. Why don't we go for a dip in the pool?
He should say something more. Too much silence and a body that would become a corpse. Gulping, he looked to Shawn. "I don't know what to say," Ben mumbled. "Thanks...? I don't know if that's right either..."
Trailing off, he doubted it was the most appropriate thing to say. He wondered too about what his mother would think. This would certainly not be proper reverence for the dead.
"Oh god," he repeated, covering his face with his palms. "What're we doing?"
It was more like asking the universe why it conspired to make these events occur. Not a question in which he expected an answer.
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Crack.
It went by fast. First he looped the dead snake around Jaszmine's neck. Then she dropped her gun. Shawn would have stopped right there. He had disarmed her, restrained her, but then she started struggling, trying to break free from his grasp. He wouldn't let her. Not with the gun right there. If she escaped she'd have gotten to it first and shot them both.
Shawn pulled back on the ends of the snake harder, tightening his grip, holding Jaszmine back and restraining her with more power than before. He was much stronger than her. He could keep it up. He could keep her subdued until she calmed down, but she wasn't calming down. Instead she kept thrashing. Her hands went to her neck, attempting to pry the cold dead snake from her throat, but it wouldn't do, the snake was far too sturdy. It was what these types of snakes were designed to do.
Then she shifted her focus; her finger nails attempting to claw at his hands, but they were out of reach. Her legs flailed wildly, perhaps aiming to kick him somewhere, but this too was pointless as the positioning of the hold prevented any such contact from happening.
The girl didn't seem to give up, a different tactic it seemed. Her hands reached down for the floor, presumably for the gun. No way was that happening. Shawn pulled her back harder, swinging her around away from her weapon and slamming her face first into a wall. Shawn kept his grip making sure that the impact didn't give her a chance to escape and practically knotting the snake around her neck. Surprisingly, Jaszmine continued fighting for escape, flipping them both around with Shawn's back against the wall.
Shawn used the wall as an advantage, putting all his weight against the wall as an anchor keeping Jaszmine with him. That was when he noticed two different colored bandannas on her possession. A blue and a grey one. From what he knew, everyone was supposed to have only one team bandanna. So unless Jaszmine was like Shawn and had already been wearing a bandanna from the start - it meant she took it from someone else.
Holly
The first thought that went to his mind was his friend. Some unknown girl from Detroit had killed her. Could this girl have been her? Could one of these bandannas have once been Holly's? Instinctively, Shawn tightened his grip.
He held her. Waited. The struggling was slowing down. Maybe she had given up. He slid down, back against the wall with Jaszmine still on him. That is, until he heard the twisting, cracking and audible snap. Shawn couldn't even begin to process it. All he knew was that something had broken in Jaszmine's neck. So gently, he let her go.
Shawn stood over the girl's body and looked down at her. The snake; Brian Eno was still around her neck. She wasn't moving.
The young hipster closed his eyes. His mind still absorbing what just happened. He was shocked maybe? He didn't feel shocked. He opened his eyes again staring at the body once more and stayed like that. Just staring. How was he supposed to feel anyway? There wasn't the remorse, the guilt, the enjoyment, the shock, the disgust, the panic, the scared feeling or anything. There wasn't even the supposed 'nothingness' people who won this game described feeling when they killed someone. Shawn did feel something, but he didn't know what it was.
He only stood there and looked at the body. Standing there, oddly quiet. Like
...Zach who was standing there, oddly quiet. But then maybe that's what people did after they had just finished killing somebody. Shawn didn't know.
Now he knew.
A voice. Ben. He forgot Ben was still here. He didn't lift his head. Ben continued speaking, possibly to break the strange silence. He thanked Shawn. Thanked him for doing... what he did.
Still. Shawn kept his gaze on the girl's body. On the gun next to her.
He crouched down. He took the two bandanna's first, then her bag and then finally - the gun. He wasn't about to leave any of those things here. Keeping the gun with him, meant he'd keep it away from someone dangerous. The bag meant extra supplies. As for the bandannas, there was also the slight chance that someone dangerous would masquerade as part of someone else's team with them.
The gun felt weird in his hands. He'd never actually held one before. Not a real one at least.
Then a question. Ben: "Oh god. What are we doing?"
Finally he turned his attention to the other boy; Looking him over. His hands were covering his face; an obvious reaction to seeing someone die in front of you. Shawn opened his mouth to say something, maybe to comfort his team mate. Problem was, he couldn't find the words to say anything useful.
"I... don't know."
Shawn turned around again to look at the laying girl. He couldn't leave her on the floor, especially in the main lobby for all to see.
"We need to move her."
He bent down to untie Brian Eno, the dead snake, from Jaszmine's neck. Maybe dead things can hurt you, huh?
It went by fast. First he looped the dead snake around Jaszmine's neck. Then she dropped her gun. Shawn would have stopped right there. He had disarmed her, restrained her, but then she started struggling, trying to break free from his grasp. He wouldn't let her. Not with the gun right there. If she escaped she'd have gotten to it first and shot them both.
Shawn pulled back on the ends of the snake harder, tightening his grip, holding Jaszmine back and restraining her with more power than before. He was much stronger than her. He could keep it up. He could keep her subdued until she calmed down, but she wasn't calming down. Instead she kept thrashing. Her hands went to her neck, attempting to pry the cold dead snake from her throat, but it wouldn't do, the snake was far too sturdy. It was what these types of snakes were designed to do.
Then she shifted her focus; her finger nails attempting to claw at his hands, but they were out of reach. Her legs flailed wildly, perhaps aiming to kick him somewhere, but this too was pointless as the positioning of the hold prevented any such contact from happening.
The girl didn't seem to give up, a different tactic it seemed. Her hands reached down for the floor, presumably for the gun. No way was that happening. Shawn pulled her back harder, swinging her around away from her weapon and slamming her face first into a wall. Shawn kept his grip making sure that the impact didn't give her a chance to escape and practically knotting the snake around her neck. Surprisingly, Jaszmine continued fighting for escape, flipping them both around with Shawn's back against the wall.
Shawn used the wall as an advantage, putting all his weight against the wall as an anchor keeping Jaszmine with him. That was when he noticed two different colored bandannas on her possession. A blue and a grey one. From what he knew, everyone was supposed to have only one team bandanna. So unless Jaszmine was like Shawn and had already been wearing a bandanna from the start - it meant she took it from someone else.
Holly
The first thought that went to his mind was his friend. Some unknown girl from Detroit had killed her. Could this girl have been her? Could one of these bandannas have once been Holly's? Instinctively, Shawn tightened his grip.
He held her. Waited. The struggling was slowing down. Maybe she had given up. He slid down, back against the wall with Jaszmine still on him. That is, until he heard the twisting, cracking and audible snap. Shawn couldn't even begin to process it. All he knew was that something had broken in Jaszmine's neck. So gently, he let her go.
Shawn stood over the girl's body and looked down at her. The snake; Brian Eno was still around her neck. She wasn't moving.
The young hipster closed his eyes. His mind still absorbing what just happened. He was shocked maybe? He didn't feel shocked. He opened his eyes again staring at the body once more and stayed like that. Just staring. How was he supposed to feel anyway? There wasn't the remorse, the guilt, the enjoyment, the shock, the disgust, the panic, the scared feeling or anything. There wasn't even the supposed 'nothingness' people who won this game described feeling when they killed someone. Shawn did feel something, but he didn't know what it was.
He only stood there and looked at the body. Standing there, oddly quiet. Like
...Zach who was standing there, oddly quiet. But then maybe that's what people did after they had just finished killing somebody. Shawn didn't know.
Now he knew.
A voice. Ben. He forgot Ben was still here. He didn't lift his head. Ben continued speaking, possibly to break the strange silence. He thanked Shawn. Thanked him for doing... what he did.
Still. Shawn kept his gaze on the girl's body. On the gun next to her.
He crouched down. He took the two bandanna's first, then her bag and then finally - the gun. He wasn't about to leave any of those things here. Keeping the gun with him, meant he'd keep it away from someone dangerous. The bag meant extra supplies. As for the bandannas, there was also the slight chance that someone dangerous would masquerade as part of someone else's team with them.
The gun felt weird in his hands. He'd never actually held one before. Not a real one at least.
Then a question. Ben: "Oh god. What are we doing?"
Finally he turned his attention to the other boy; Looking him over. His hands were covering his face; an obvious reaction to seeing someone die in front of you. Shawn opened his mouth to say something, maybe to comfort his team mate. Problem was, he couldn't find the words to say anything useful.
"I... don't know."
Shawn turned around again to look at the laying girl. He couldn't leave her on the floor, especially in the main lobby for all to see.
"We need to move her."
He bent down to untie Brian Eno, the dead snake, from Jaszmine's neck. Maybe dead things can hurt you, huh?
Ben kept his hands against his face. From the seat he managed to rise, only to pace behind it. The air in the lobby suddenly felt hot, as if it were closing in on him. Stupid game. He tried to breathe and reminded himself to stick to his plans.
Shawn spoke less than reassuring words. Ben let his arms drop to the side and released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. With a final gulp, he refocused on his traveling partner who mentioned that they should move the body.
"There are offices we could put her in..." he said, pointing down the hallway that led to the pool. A cringe as he realized they'd taken the dead girl's supplies, gun, and collection of bandanas. In particular, the last items made him perk a brow. Somehow it hadn't occurred to him that players might kill someone, take their bandana, then use it in the same way as he did. He then thought of his mother again. Would she forgive him for basically looting the dead? Would she forgive him if he had to do worse?
He came forward and stared at the girl once more. Hiding her meant touching her. A dead person, who died because Shawn had protected him.
"Let's just move her." Ben suddenly blurted, fidgeting.
Shawn spoke less than reassuring words. Ben let his arms drop to the side and released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. With a final gulp, he refocused on his traveling partner who mentioned that they should move the body.
"There are offices we could put her in..." he said, pointing down the hallway that led to the pool. A cringe as he realized they'd taken the dead girl's supplies, gun, and collection of bandanas. In particular, the last items made him perk a brow. Somehow it hadn't occurred to him that players might kill someone, take their bandana, then use it in the same way as he did. He then thought of his mother again. Would she forgive him for basically looting the dead? Would she forgive him if he had to do worse?
He came forward and stared at the girl once more. Hiding her meant touching her. A dead person, who died because Shawn had protected him.
"Let's just move her." Ben suddenly blurted, fidgeting.
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