[[F23: Gwen Phonesavanh - Program Start]]
Gwen surveyed the valley from her vantage point on the top of a plateau. Until now, she had spent her day wandering through the mountainous woodland, lying low. She hadn't encountered any of her classmates yet, but she did hear them. Or the sounds of their guns at least.
This was serious. She always knew it would be, but having to experience the Program first hand put it on a whole new level. What was important was keeping herself alive, first and foremost. That much was clear. That's why she laid low for the most part and kept on moving. She didn't dwell too much on the other things that could hamper her survival. She had her moment to think about her family and whatever friends she had while being escorted away and exhaust her feelings of despair at the oncoming event. Now was the time to focus.
Like most everything else; it wasn't fun, she didn't like it, but it was something she had to learn to expect four times a year and she had to deal with it. She didn't really delve her thoughts into the ethics, fairness, purpose, politics or whatever others probably felt about it either. To Gwen, The Program was just another part of American life. Gwen personally didn't think they'd be picked, after all what were the chances Patriot High would be drawn?
The difference was that unlike most of her classmates, Gwen took Announcement Day very seriously. She never understood why some of the others never did. Some of the other girls wore things like dresses and high heels for goodness sake. Once she had been selected, she had immediately begun to mentally brace herself. It wasn't an easy task and deep down, she was still feeling terrified, but it was another thing she had to get over if she wanted to live, especially with very hateful people around.
This was 'their' land after all and she knew she had to be extra careful around them.
Luckily the environment suited her skills. Her father had often taken her outdoors to camp and hike in areas like these, so she had some knowledge of how to endure the elements here. Granted, she had never experienced an area quite as cold as this one. It was far chillier than what she was used to, but still what she had was enough over most people. She could make fire if she needed to, which wouldn't be difficult with the supplies the Program officials had distributed, which was actually more than enough, at least for a day or two.
Gwen snuggled herself more into her military issued jacket, with the cool and crisp alpine breeze blowing at her at such an altitude. Fortunately she was smart, having worn a cap, dark long sleeved shirt, and dark jeans, with hiking boots and her heavy soccer gloves as well.
The slope had been rough going up, but she had made it with energy to spare. Not the most inviting of areas, but her hiking skills was more than enough to help her gain a proper advantage up there. All she needed to do was keep a look out for any incoming people and be prepared to defend herself if she had to. Hopefully she wouldn't have to. Considering how rough the terrain here was, she doubted that too many people would want to approach anyway. This made the area an almost perfect location, at least in her mind.
The key for now was waiting it out. She didn't have to interact with any people, just yet. No sense to tire herself out or put herself in danger if she didn't have to. It wouldn't be too hard, with how much she had isolated herself from most of the other kids on a daily basis. Just like making friends, or possibly enemies, she'd let them come to her first.
However, that being said, using the 'bathroom' was still a necessity and after hiking around with a bottle of water the whole day, Gwen really needed some release. She could search the area at the same time anyway, see if there was any reasonable shelter around, but first thing was first.
Gwen set her bag aside near a few boulders and thickets then made her way behind a few large bushes to concoct her business.
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((Dylan Walker continued from Uncle Sam Says.))
There was an issue with trying to go to the town. Namely, that people seemed to be clustering around there. Somehow, Dylan had not thought of this. She'd thought about lingering anyway, but given the amount of minorities she'd pissed off in the past, as well as the amount of kids that hated minorities...
Yeah, clusters were out.
So she'd headed off in a different direction, intending to maybe come back when there were less people. Not no people. She needed to find someone. ...Mostly because she was getting really thirsty again, and her mouth felt like sandpaper.
So Dylan wandered, and kept trying to sharpen her stick (it was... sort of pointy on the end now, but at most it looked like it would be mildly annoying if she tried to stab someone with it.) And eventually, she'd ended up at this giant slope. She figured it was a good bet. Unlikely to be clusters of people and if she got to the top she could have a look around, which would be almost as good as an actual map.
The slope was hard to make it up, and Dylan had to stop several times for a rest. By the time she realised this probably wasn't worth the effort, she was halfway up and figured that, well, she'd wasted this much energy... might as well go the whole way.
Finally, she came out onto a little plateau. The view was pretty good. Dylan stared out for a moment, trying to locate landmarks. Mostly there were pine stands, but she could see the town that had been her original destination. Automatically, Dylan raised her hands and used her fingers to frame a picturesque shot of the valley, just as she would have had she been carrying a camera.
Well... did she stay up here or climb back down? She supposed she had to climb back down, now. There wasn't anything up here except some bushes and a couple of boulders and a bag of supplies.
…
Wait, what?
Dylan rubbed her eyes and looked again. No, she wasn't hallucinating. Someone had left their daypack half-hidden in the thickets. She approached the bag warily, keeping an eye out for traps. Because either the person who owned the bag was dead, stupid... or this was some kind of ambush.
She reached the bag, set down her stick, and carefully reached out and opened the bag. Her eyes widened slightly. Okay. Not a trap. If it was a trap, they wouldn't have left their weapon in the bag. Dylan pulled out the... what was this? One of those things that mountain climbers used? An ice axe? It was no gun, but it sure as hell beat her cans of soda—
Although, god, she really wanted one of those sodas, she was so thirsty, but water! Water, thank god, water. She noticed one of the bottles was only a quarter full, so she picked that one and finished it off within a few gulps so she could fill it up at the stream or something. Compared to her luck so far, she felt like she was strolling through Heaven right now. A weapon, water, actual supplies!
She picked up the bag, slung it over her shoulder and tried not to stumble. She grabbed the stick and shifted it to her left hand, and kept a grip on the ice axe with her right. The weight of an actual weapon was so comforting.
Then she started to hurry off back into the thickets of the slope, not giving a thought as to the actual owner of the bag. She just assumed the original owner was dead, why else would they have left their bag there?
She was so wrong.
There was an issue with trying to go to the town. Namely, that people seemed to be clustering around there. Somehow, Dylan had not thought of this. She'd thought about lingering anyway, but given the amount of minorities she'd pissed off in the past, as well as the amount of kids that hated minorities...
Yeah, clusters were out.
So she'd headed off in a different direction, intending to maybe come back when there were less people. Not no people. She needed to find someone. ...Mostly because she was getting really thirsty again, and her mouth felt like sandpaper.
So Dylan wandered, and kept trying to sharpen her stick (it was... sort of pointy on the end now, but at most it looked like it would be mildly annoying if she tried to stab someone with it.) And eventually, she'd ended up at this giant slope. She figured it was a good bet. Unlikely to be clusters of people and if she got to the top she could have a look around, which would be almost as good as an actual map.
The slope was hard to make it up, and Dylan had to stop several times for a rest. By the time she realised this probably wasn't worth the effort, she was halfway up and figured that, well, she'd wasted this much energy... might as well go the whole way.
Finally, she came out onto a little plateau. The view was pretty good. Dylan stared out for a moment, trying to locate landmarks. Mostly there were pine stands, but she could see the town that had been her original destination. Automatically, Dylan raised her hands and used her fingers to frame a picturesque shot of the valley, just as she would have had she been carrying a camera.
Well... did she stay up here or climb back down? She supposed she had to climb back down, now. There wasn't anything up here except some bushes and a couple of boulders and a bag of supplies.
…
Wait, what?
Dylan rubbed her eyes and looked again. No, she wasn't hallucinating. Someone had left their daypack half-hidden in the thickets. She approached the bag warily, keeping an eye out for traps. Because either the person who owned the bag was dead, stupid... or this was some kind of ambush.
She reached the bag, set down her stick, and carefully reached out and opened the bag. Her eyes widened slightly. Okay. Not a trap. If it was a trap, they wouldn't have left their weapon in the bag. Dylan pulled out the... what was this? One of those things that mountain climbers used? An ice axe? It was no gun, but it sure as hell beat her cans of soda—
Although, god, she really wanted one of those sodas, she was so thirsty, but water! Water, thank god, water. She noticed one of the bottles was only a quarter full, so she picked that one and finished it off within a few gulps so she could fill it up at the stream or something. Compared to her luck so far, she felt like she was strolling through Heaven right now. A weapon, water, actual supplies!
She picked up the bag, slung it over her shoulder and tried not to stumble. She grabbed the stick and shifted it to her left hand, and kept a grip on the ice axe with her right. The weight of an actual weapon was so comforting.
Then she started to hurry off back into the thickets of the slope, not giving a thought as to the actual owner of the bag. She just assumed the original owner was dead, why else would they have left their bag there?
She was so wrong.
There was a rustling of bushes nearby and out stepped Gwen Phonesavanh standing stock still upon her exit, watching in calm disbelief at the sight before her. It had only been a few minutes, but already someone had shown up to drink her water and steal her stuff. Great, just great.
"What. Are you doing?" Gwen stated, without raising her voice, her tone unwavering.
Gwen recognized the annoying and hypocritical "tanned" girl immediately from her hair. She glared sternly, unblinking.
"What. Are you doing?" Gwen stated, without raising her voice, her tone unwavering.
Gwen recognized the annoying and hypocritical "tanned" girl immediately from her hair. She glared sternly, unblinking.
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Well, shit.
She should have been more careful. At least checked for a body or run faster or whatever. Now there was some slanty-looking bitch staring at her. Not only that, Slanty was bigger.
Dylan momentarily froze, still holding the ice axe. Wait, she had an ice axe. The other girl had no weapon on her, because Dylan was holding it. That... did that put her at the advantage? Yeah, the other girl had some height and muscle on her, but Dylan had a fucking ice axe and if it could dig into a mountain it could dig into Slanty's face.
Could she kill? ...Of course she could kill this girl, she was just some slanty bitch. Not like she even qualified. Besides, that was the name of the game. Kill or be killed. And Dylan finally had the means to play.
“What's it look like, Slanty?” Dylan held the ice axe tighter, ready to swing. “Taking the shit, so back off if you don't want to look even uglier, eh?”
She should have been more careful. At least checked for a body or run faster or whatever. Now there was some slanty-looking bitch staring at her. Not only that, Slanty was bigger.
Dylan momentarily froze, still holding the ice axe. Wait, she had an ice axe. The other girl had no weapon on her, because Dylan was holding it. That... did that put her at the advantage? Yeah, the other girl had some height and muscle on her, but Dylan had a fucking ice axe and if it could dig into a mountain it could dig into Slanty's face.
Could she kill? ...Of course she could kill this girl, she was just some slanty bitch. Not like she even qualified. Besides, that was the name of the game. Kill or be killed. And Dylan finally had the means to play.
“What's it look like, Slanty?” Dylan held the ice axe tighter, ready to swing. “Taking the shit, so back off if you don't want to look even uglier, eh?”
Gwen stomped forward, un-amused with Dylan's taunting threats. She shook her head, un-phased by Dylan's slurs. It was nothing; she'd heard it all before.
It was true, she did have the ice axe, but Gwen was stronger while Dylan looked dizzy and unremarkable with a bandage wrapped around her head. From the looks of it, the cocky thief had been bleeding from the side of her head too. Gwen on the other hand was at one hundred percent and could take the risk in disarming her, with a punch to her head or something.
"Put it down bandage head," Gwen said, her hiking boots hitting the ground in heavy thuds as she closed in on her. "Don't be stupid."
She made sure to crack her knuckles under the soccer gloves in the process.
It was true, she did have the ice axe, but Gwen was stronger while Dylan looked dizzy and unremarkable with a bandage wrapped around her head. From the looks of it, the cocky thief had been bleeding from the side of her head too. Gwen on the other hand was at one hundred percent and could take the risk in disarming her, with a punch to her head or something.
"Put it down bandage head," Gwen said, her hiking boots hitting the ground in heavy thuds as she closed in on her. "Don't be stupid."
She made sure to crack her knuckles under the soccer gloves in the process.
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Dylan tried to stay imposing, but even with the axe it was hard. Slanty just wasn't showing any fear. Weren't people supposed to be afraid? Unless they were ungodly stupid... or knew 100% that they had the advantage.
Or thought they did. Dylan had thought that, but now she wasn't sure and that girl was advancing and dammit she was cracking her knuckles and oh shit oh shit ohshit why did I just threaten her I don't know how to use an ice axe and oh shit she is so not scared what do I do aaaaaaahhh!
“Yeah, well...” Dylan started, trying to sound confident. “If... if you won't back off, you leave me no—“
Dylan turned and tried to bolt for it halfway through talking. Unfortunately, trying to do this with a heavy bag of supplies, an unwieldy stick and an ice axe was rather difficult.
Or thought they did. Dylan had thought that, but now she wasn't sure and that girl was advancing and dammit she was cracking her knuckles and oh shit oh shit ohshit why did I just threaten her I don't know how to use an ice axe and oh shit she is so not scared what do I do aaaaaaahhh!
“Yeah, well...” Dylan started, trying to sound confident. “If... if you won't back off, you leave me no—“
Dylan turned and tried to bolt for it halfway through talking. Unfortunately, trying to do this with a heavy bag of supplies, an unwieldy stick and an ice axe was rather difficult.
[[GM of Dylan Walker, Approved.]]
Dylan decided to flee, but Gwen took off after her. The sloping of the land added to her velocity and even though Dylan had a head start, Gwen was quickly gaining. Gwen watched the backside of the girl, her movements uncoordinated and slow. Unlike Dylan, Gwen wasn't burdened by anything either. It was karmic, how her supplies were weighing her thief down.
Finally with only a few inches in reach separating them both, Gwen lunged at the other girl, hoping to bring her down. She slammed her body into Dylan's smaller frame, using her gloved hands for grip to pull the girl to the ground. With the layout of the land, it turned out to be not very difficult at all. Dylan tried turning her body to escape, but a loose root on the ground tripped her up, sending her swaying. Gwen threw her body forward at the girl's midsection, sacking her with a powerful tackle.
The momentum of the tackle sent both girls entangled in a ball of limbs, which went tumbling down the slope.
Gwen could feel random pricks from the debris and detritus along the slope, as she kept her grip on Dylan's body. The roll alternated with both girls taking their turns, having the exposed side of their bodies against the ground. Gwen carefully buried her face against Dylan's body the whole time, for protective measures. Somewhere along the lines, the cap had fallen from Gwen's head, sending her bunned hair, into a mess inhabited by gravel, dirt and leaves.
After a minute-long tumble, they had finally landed with a surprisingly light thud against a leveled area of the slope with some grass; both girls releasing their hold on each other in the process. Gwen had landed on her back and so did Dylan, who hadn't recovered as quickly as Gwen did. The tumble was a bit disorienting, but at least she didn't have any obvious scrapes or cuts. She supposed she could thank her long sleeves and jean wear for that. However, she did feel a few stings against her backside. Looking at the ice axe, Gwen could already tell how it happened.
Gwen stared at Dylan and crawled over to the moaning girl in haste. She quickly straddled her, which caused Dylan's eyes to open up. Gwen saw Dylan raise the ice axe, but Gwen grabbed her wrist with her left hand, wrestling the weapon out of her grasp until it fell from her fingers and onto the ground. When that was done, she pinned Dylan's arm down against the grass. Gwen used her knee to hold down Dylan's other arm as well.
The soccer gloves proved useful as it protected Gwen's hands from Dylan's consistent clawing. Gwen's right glove went forward and wrapped around Dylan's neck, with a firm but non-squeezing choke. She just wanted to teach her a lesson, not outright strangle her after all. Gwen overpowered her struggle and pinned Dylan by the neck against the ground as well. Then Gwen adjusted her position and used her weight to hold down Dylan's other hand as she grabbed her ice axe.
"This: Is Mine," Gwen growled without raising her voice as she brought the ice axe extremely close to Dylan's face. "All this stuff, you stole. It's mine. Not yours."
Gwen let the cool metal travel across Dylan's cheek before pulling it away.
"Nod yes, if you understand."
Dylan decided to flee, but Gwen took off after her. The sloping of the land added to her velocity and even though Dylan had a head start, Gwen was quickly gaining. Gwen watched the backside of the girl, her movements uncoordinated and slow. Unlike Dylan, Gwen wasn't burdened by anything either. It was karmic, how her supplies were weighing her thief down.
Finally with only a few inches in reach separating them both, Gwen lunged at the other girl, hoping to bring her down. She slammed her body into Dylan's smaller frame, using her gloved hands for grip to pull the girl to the ground. With the layout of the land, it turned out to be not very difficult at all. Dylan tried turning her body to escape, but a loose root on the ground tripped her up, sending her swaying. Gwen threw her body forward at the girl's midsection, sacking her with a powerful tackle.
The momentum of the tackle sent both girls entangled in a ball of limbs, which went tumbling down the slope.
Gwen could feel random pricks from the debris and detritus along the slope, as she kept her grip on Dylan's body. The roll alternated with both girls taking their turns, having the exposed side of their bodies against the ground. Gwen carefully buried her face against Dylan's body the whole time, for protective measures. Somewhere along the lines, the cap had fallen from Gwen's head, sending her bunned hair, into a mess inhabited by gravel, dirt and leaves.
After a minute-long tumble, they had finally landed with a surprisingly light thud against a leveled area of the slope with some grass; both girls releasing their hold on each other in the process. Gwen had landed on her back and so did Dylan, who hadn't recovered as quickly as Gwen did. The tumble was a bit disorienting, but at least she didn't have any obvious scrapes or cuts. She supposed she could thank her long sleeves and jean wear for that. However, she did feel a few stings against her backside. Looking at the ice axe, Gwen could already tell how it happened.
Gwen stared at Dylan and crawled over to the moaning girl in haste. She quickly straddled her, which caused Dylan's eyes to open up. Gwen saw Dylan raise the ice axe, but Gwen grabbed her wrist with her left hand, wrestling the weapon out of her grasp until it fell from her fingers and onto the ground. When that was done, she pinned Dylan's arm down against the grass. Gwen used her knee to hold down Dylan's other arm as well.
The soccer gloves proved useful as it protected Gwen's hands from Dylan's consistent clawing. Gwen's right glove went forward and wrapped around Dylan's neck, with a firm but non-squeezing choke. She just wanted to teach her a lesson, not outright strangle her after all. Gwen overpowered her struggle and pinned Dylan by the neck against the ground as well. Then Gwen adjusted her position and used her weight to hold down Dylan's other hand as she grabbed her ice axe.
"This: Is Mine," Gwen growled without raising her voice as she brought the ice axe extremely close to Dylan's face. "All this stuff, you stole. It's mine. Not yours."
Gwen let the cool metal travel across Dylan's cheek before pulling it away.
"Nod yes, if you understand."
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Dylan didn't make it far before the other girl full-on tackled her and quickly sent them both tumbling down the hill. The slope was not only bumpy, but covered in debris and very painful plants, and they went crashing right through them. Plus, the daypack still slung over her shoulder complicated things, sometimes cushioning her against some bad rocks but sometimes the harder items in the daypack would whack her in the side. Dylan got stuck between attempting to shield herself from the debris and trying to hit Slanty with the ice axe, though all she managed was to possibly scrape at her back a couple of times, the chaos of rolling down a freaking hill throwing her off completely. She'd lost her stick entirely at some point during the tumble, but she clung to the ice axe as tightly as possible, gripping Slanty's jacket with the other hand and trying to do as much damage as possible with the axe.
Everything was just a blur of rocks and hitting stuff far too hard and trying to whack the girl with the ice axe, and then thump. Hit the ground hard enough to come to a stop. Dylan let go of Slanty's jacket and rolled to the side, although she still managed to keep her grip on the axe. But the world was swaying alarmingly and there was a tear in jacket and scrapes on her hands, she'd hit her face against something hard and could feel where it'd scraped her jaw, her head throbbed five times as bad as when she'd been at the top of the slope and she just... couldn't... get... up...
Forgetting about anything but the onset of exhaustion for a moment, she just shut her eyes and tried to make the throbbing go away, until the girl jumped on top of her. She tried raising the axe in a bid to swing it and bury it in her stupid, ugly face, but she was overpowered easily. And now, no matter how she struggled and Slanty wrapped a hand around her throat and took away the ice axe, no matter how much she clawed with her remaining free hand, nothing budged.
Foiled. Foiled by some minority. Fucker.
Dylan blinked a few times. She felt like passing out after that tumble, but she wouldn't. She. Wouldn't. She glared and tried not to flinch away as the girl pressed the ice axe to her face. Tried to stay brave, because chickening and running off sure hadn't helped this situation, and sure, it was a bit late to help it now, but...
After the girl finished speaking, Dylan just kept glaring. She could have nodded. But she wasn't going to. Because she would not nod at this fucking bitch.
She did resist the urge to spit in her face, though. Not nodding was one thing, but spitting would probably be suicidal. And she'd been suicidally stupid a lot lately, it didn't seem to end well. She wasn't going to lose another body part because she couldn't keep a hold of her temper.
So she stayed still. She glared. And ignored the fear curdling in her stomach.
Everything was just a blur of rocks and hitting stuff far too hard and trying to whack the girl with the ice axe, and then thump. Hit the ground hard enough to come to a stop. Dylan let go of Slanty's jacket and rolled to the side, although she still managed to keep her grip on the axe. But the world was swaying alarmingly and there was a tear in jacket and scrapes on her hands, she'd hit her face against something hard and could feel where it'd scraped her jaw, her head throbbed five times as bad as when she'd been at the top of the slope and she just... couldn't... get... up...
Forgetting about anything but the onset of exhaustion for a moment, she just shut her eyes and tried to make the throbbing go away, until the girl jumped on top of her. She tried raising the axe in a bid to swing it and bury it in her stupid, ugly face, but she was overpowered easily. And now, no matter how she struggled and Slanty wrapped a hand around her throat and took away the ice axe, no matter how much she clawed with her remaining free hand, nothing budged.
Foiled. Foiled by some minority. Fucker.
Dylan blinked a few times. She felt like passing out after that tumble, but she wouldn't. She. Wouldn't. She glared and tried not to flinch away as the girl pressed the ice axe to her face. Tried to stay brave, because chickening and running off sure hadn't helped this situation, and sure, it was a bit late to help it now, but...
After the girl finished speaking, Dylan just kept glaring. She could have nodded. But she wasn't going to. Because she would not nod at this fucking bitch.
She did resist the urge to spit in her face, though. Not nodding was one thing, but spitting would probably be suicidal. And she'd been suicidally stupid a lot lately, it didn't seem to end well. She wasn't going to lose another body part because she couldn't keep a hold of her temper.
So she stayed still. She glared. And ignored the fear curdling in her stomach.
Dylan laid back and glared instead of nodding like she was supposed to. She was resisting. Gwen already warned this idiot not to be stupid, but she just had to keep on being stupid.
Gwen gritted her teeth behind closed lips and lifted her hand from Dylan's throat. Then right after a split second of release, Gwen pulled her arm back and quickly slammed her gloved fist full-throttle at Dylan with a solid punch to her face. She made sure to make this punch; nice and heavy.
"Alright, let's try this again," Gwen muttered as she wrapped her glove around Dylan's neck to pin her down once more.
"All I need is for you to cooperate, understand? Now, nod your fucking head."
Gwen gritted her teeth behind closed lips and lifted her hand from Dylan's throat. Then right after a split second of release, Gwen pulled her arm back and quickly slammed her gloved fist full-throttle at Dylan with a solid punch to her face. She made sure to make this punch; nice and heavy.
"Alright, let's try this again," Gwen muttered as she wrapped her glove around Dylan's neck to pin her down once more.
"All I need is for you to cooperate, understand? Now, nod your fucking head."
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Ow, motherfucker!
There goes her nose. Well, at least Dylan hadn't heard any ominous crunchy noises or whatever, but fucking ow! Bitch-ass mother—this girl was willing to hurt her. Well, obviously, judging by the whole tackling shit, not to mention the creepy 'touching-face-with-the-weapon-o-doom' thing.
If I'd run a little faster that would have been my goddamn ice axe.
Dylan tried breathing through her nose, but it felt like breathing through sludge and she could feel some blood trickling out her nostrils.
She still didn't want to go along with this bitch, but it was the only way she was getting out of the situation. Though she was damn sure the girl wouldn't let her go after this. Lying and then double-crossing and planting an ice axe in her back was a minority-like strategy. Fucking bunch of cowardly traitors, Dylan thought, as she considered some way out of the mess.
Nod your head. Buy some time.
Dylan nodded her head once. “Sure, cooperation. Whatever you say, boss. For the record, you didn't say shit about cooperation, you asked me if I understood. Which, by the way, I totally do. I speaky the English.” Dylan was always something of a chatterbox, but this time it was more intentional. The longer she talked, the longer she had. Once this conversation ended it was an ice axe in the face for Dylan, unless she found a way out.
"Your things. Whatever, I got it. Don't leave them lying around next time, huh? How's I supposed to know they didn't belong to a corpse?"
There goes her nose. Well, at least Dylan hadn't heard any ominous crunchy noises or whatever, but fucking ow! Bitch-ass mother—this girl was willing to hurt her. Well, obviously, judging by the whole tackling shit, not to mention the creepy 'touching-face-with-the-weapon-o-doom' thing.
If I'd run a little faster that would have been my goddamn ice axe.
Dylan tried breathing through her nose, but it felt like breathing through sludge and she could feel some blood trickling out her nostrils.
She still didn't want to go along with this bitch, but it was the only way she was getting out of the situation. Though she was damn sure the girl wouldn't let her go after this. Lying and then double-crossing and planting an ice axe in her back was a minority-like strategy. Fucking bunch of cowardly traitors, Dylan thought, as she considered some way out of the mess.
Nod your head. Buy some time.
Dylan nodded her head once. “Sure, cooperation. Whatever you say, boss. For the record, you didn't say shit about cooperation, you asked me if I understood. Which, by the way, I totally do. I speaky the English.” Dylan was always something of a chatterbox, but this time it was more intentional. The longer she talked, the longer she had. Once this conversation ended it was an ice axe in the face for Dylan, unless she found a way out.
"Your things. Whatever, I got it. Don't leave them lying around next time, huh? How's I supposed to know they didn't belong to a corpse?"
Gwen would have relaxed her hands if the stupid girl would have just kept it at the nod, but nope, stupid.
She wouldn't shut her mouth and kept on going on and on talking, saying even more ignorant things that could only make Gwen roll her eyes at most.
Everything she said didn't even make sense, which proved her stupidity even more. Even if Gwen left her bag laying about to the side, Dylan should have known it belonged to Gwen once she revealed herself, instead of running away with it like the ghetto stereotypes of Dylan's actual race. She hadn't nodded her head the first time when asked if she understood either, thus she wasn't cooperating. How could she not understand such a basic principle? Gwen felt like punching her in the face again, just for that.
Instead, Gwen tightened her hold around Dylan's throat, forcing her to shut up.
"You speak only when I let you speak. Got that?" Gwen said. "Answer a few questions and I'll let your stupid, black ass go, okay. I want no sass."
She loosened her grip and pointed the ice axe at Dylan's bandaged head-wound. "How did that happen and where's your own bag anyway?"
She wouldn't shut her mouth and kept on going on and on talking, saying even more ignorant things that could only make Gwen roll her eyes at most.
Everything she said didn't even make sense, which proved her stupidity even more. Even if Gwen left her bag laying about to the side, Dylan should have known it belonged to Gwen once she revealed herself, instead of running away with it like the ghetto stereotypes of Dylan's actual race. She hadn't nodded her head the first time when asked if she understood either, thus she wasn't cooperating. How could she not understand such a basic principle? Gwen felt like punching her in the face again, just for that.
Instead, Gwen tightened her hold around Dylan's throat, forcing her to shut up.
"You speak only when I let you speak. Got that?" Gwen said. "Answer a few questions and I'll let your stupid, black ass go, okay. I want no sass."
She loosened her grip and pointed the ice axe at Dylan's bandaged head-wound. "How did that happen and where's your own bag anyway?"
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Somehow, not being able to breathe was more terrifying than the tumble down the hill or the imminent threat of the ice axe. Dylan let out a small squeak and nodded her head frantically, trying to squirm away despite the fact that she couldn't move.
Theoretically, the ice axe was a lot more dangerous than Slanty's bare hands, but it really helped hammer in just how defenceless she was.
When Slanty loosened her grip, Dylan stayed quiet for a moment save for some quick breathing, trying to regain her breath. She didn't believe that Slanty would let her go and her mind was still haphazardly trying to figure a way out of this mess.
“Whuh... um... uhyuhh...” Dylan squeaked incoherently, before taking another couple of breaths.
No fear. Not where they can see it.
“Whuhhh. ...Uh, well, basically... I got freaking shot. This jerk, Maxim... Maxim Senders? He had a gun and he shot my ear off. Took my food and water. Git.” Remembering Caleb's phrasing, Dylan snorted and added, in a cynical tone, “You probably don't have shit to worry about, that guy has some weird fetish for minorities. Some weird love club or whatever.
“Anyway, after that... well, I still had some first aid stuff and some other things, but then while I was talking with this other girl, Louisa... well, this beaner bitch named Clara turned up and waved a gun, had to ditch my supplies so I didn't get shot again. Think Louisa got shot, she's probably dead. Don't know, didn't look back. That answer your questions, hmm?”
Dylan tried to shift a little, partly to check how much she could move, but also because there was a pointy rock jammed somewhere near her lower back. Not too far from her arm, actually. If there was a way to grab it, that might help... but it was pinned underneath her. No chance in this position...
Theoretically, the ice axe was a lot more dangerous than Slanty's bare hands, but it really helped hammer in just how defenceless she was.
When Slanty loosened her grip, Dylan stayed quiet for a moment save for some quick breathing, trying to regain her breath. She didn't believe that Slanty would let her go and her mind was still haphazardly trying to figure a way out of this mess.
“Whuh... um... uhyuhh...” Dylan squeaked incoherently, before taking another couple of breaths.
No fear. Not where they can see it.
“Whuhhh. ...Uh, well, basically... I got freaking shot. This jerk, Maxim... Maxim Senders? He had a gun and he shot my ear off. Took my food and water. Git.” Remembering Caleb's phrasing, Dylan snorted and added, in a cynical tone, “You probably don't have shit to worry about, that guy has some weird fetish for minorities. Some weird love club or whatever.
“Anyway, after that... well, I still had some first aid stuff and some other things, but then while I was talking with this other girl, Louisa... well, this beaner bitch named Clara turned up and waved a gun, had to ditch my supplies so I didn't get shot again. Think Louisa got shot, she's probably dead. Don't know, didn't look back. That answer your questions, hmm?”
Dylan tried to shift a little, partly to check how much she could move, but also because there was a pointy rock jammed somewhere near her lower back. Not too far from her arm, actually. If there was a way to grab it, that might help... but it was pinned underneath her. No chance in this position...
Gwen stared blankly; pondering the useful information she had just been given. Some of her classmates really were taking on the game head on. Maxim and Clara were armed and clearly dangerous. They had both shot at Dylan at different times and left her with nothing. Louisa apparently lacked the fortitude for the game and may have already been killed as well. It all sent a cold feeling through Gwen's body even if the news was expected, but she would have to deal with it. This was what the Program was all about.
Dylan probably didn't realize it, but she was being very helpful. This new knowledge could possibly prove itself valuable.
"Who else have you run into out there?" Gwen questioned. She needed every piece of info Dylan could give her.
"Just Caleb and Stephanie, neither are acting psychotic or whatever, alright?" Dylan responded.
Gwen looked over Dylan's face carefully until she was absolutely sure the girl had truly given all the information she had to offer. Gwen finally relaxed and nodded, satisfied at Dylan's answer. She lifted herself from the girl cautiously and stood over her with the ice axe in hand. "Now hand me my bag and get up."
Dylan continued to lie on the ground, reaching around her back for Gwen's bag. When she had it, she looked up at Gwen and slowly let her arms rise with the bag in her hands. Gwen quickly grabbed it from Dylan's hands and nodded.
"Alright, thanks," Gwen said while taking a few small steps back, to allow Dylan some space. This was good; she was actually cooperating as Gwen wanted. If she had learned to play ball from the start, then they wouldn't have gotten into this mess in the first place. Gwen thought about maybe giving Dylan something in return for the information she'd been given. After all, the stupid girl went through all that trouble, because she was probably just hungry or something.
Gwen unzipped her bag and dug her hands in. There was a loaf of bread, somewhat squashed on its side after rolling down the slope with them near the top, along with an empty bottle of water and a package of saltines. She tugged at the items with her glove and started to pull them out.
What Gwen hadn't expected during her nice moment of charity was the flat end of something sturdy, connecting with the side of her face. The surprise hit temporarily knocked Gwen back and sent a few of her supplies scattering from the opened bag.
Dylan probably didn't realize it, but she was being very helpful. This new knowledge could possibly prove itself valuable.
"Who else have you run into out there?" Gwen questioned. She needed every piece of info Dylan could give her.
"Just Caleb and Stephanie, neither are acting psychotic or whatever, alright?" Dylan responded.
Gwen looked over Dylan's face carefully until she was absolutely sure the girl had truly given all the information she had to offer. Gwen finally relaxed and nodded, satisfied at Dylan's answer. She lifted herself from the girl cautiously and stood over her with the ice axe in hand. "Now hand me my bag and get up."
Dylan continued to lie on the ground, reaching around her back for Gwen's bag. When she had it, she looked up at Gwen and slowly let her arms rise with the bag in her hands. Gwen quickly grabbed it from Dylan's hands and nodded.
"Alright, thanks," Gwen said while taking a few small steps back, to allow Dylan some space. This was good; she was actually cooperating as Gwen wanted. If she had learned to play ball from the start, then they wouldn't have gotten into this mess in the first place. Gwen thought about maybe giving Dylan something in return for the information she'd been given. After all, the stupid girl went through all that trouble, because she was probably just hungry or something.
Gwen unzipped her bag and dug her hands in. There was a loaf of bread, somewhat squashed on its side after rolling down the slope with them near the top, along with an empty bottle of water and a package of saltines. She tugged at the items with her glove and started to pull them out.
What Gwen hadn't expected during her nice moment of charity was the flat end of something sturdy, connecting with the side of her face. The surprise hit temporarily knocked Gwen back and sent a few of her supplies scattering from the opened bag.
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ViolentMedic
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Slanty was going to let her up? Dylan didn't know why, maybe it was just a way to get back her supplies without having to cover them in blood from the ice axing that would be otherwise required to get Dylan to let go of them.
But Dylan complied. Because to do so, Slanty had to let her arms free. Dylan quietly handed back the bag and sat up a little. Without thinking about anything else, she shifted a little and felt underneath her for the rock that had been poking her back. As soon as she grasped it, she swung it at Slanty's face.
She felt it connect, saw Slanty stumble back, and wasted no time. Slanty still had hold of the bag and ice axe, but some of the supplies had tumbled out (Dylan didn't question why Slanty had been opening the bag) and Dylan quickly grabbed the two nearest items, a loaf of bread and a water bottle (though she realised as soon as she picked it up that it was the empty water bottle.)
Slanty wasn't knocked out, though, given the fact that she was still standing, so Dylan ran for it before she got tackled down the slopes again. With her opponent stunned and without the burden of a very large pack this time, Dylan managed to get away fast enough that time, still clinging to the rock just in case Slanty came at her again.
((Dylan Walker continued in Listenlistenlisten!.))
But Dylan complied. Because to do so, Slanty had to let her arms free. Dylan quietly handed back the bag and sat up a little. Without thinking about anything else, she shifted a little and felt underneath her for the rock that had been poking her back. As soon as she grasped it, she swung it at Slanty's face.
She felt it connect, saw Slanty stumble back, and wasted no time. Slanty still had hold of the bag and ice axe, but some of the supplies had tumbled out (Dylan didn't question why Slanty had been opening the bag) and Dylan quickly grabbed the two nearest items, a loaf of bread and a water bottle (though she realised as soon as she picked it up that it was the empty water bottle.)
Slanty wasn't knocked out, though, given the fact that she was still standing, so Dylan ran for it before she got tackled down the slopes again. With her opponent stunned and without the burden of a very large pack this time, Dylan managed to get away fast enough that time, still clinging to the rock just in case Slanty came at her again.
((Dylan Walker continued in Listenlistenlisten!.))
Gwen held her cheek in astonishment from the surprise hit as she watched Dylan run off with a few of her supplies.
The blow itself hadn't really hurt her, as much as the cold feeling of... she didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel great. Here Gwen was about to do something nice, nice for somebody else and what did she get in return?
A rock to her face.
She almost felt betrayed. In fact she felt absolutely rejected, again, and it secretly hurt - like all those other times she tried to be friends with someone at school. She should have known that people were going to continue being this way, even in the Program. If this was how it was going to be every time she tried to be friendly with someone, then forget it.
Show no mercy.
Gwen rolled her jaw and stood up, watching Dylan flee down the slope. She could have easily chased after and caught Dylan like she had earlier, but she wasn't going to. The supplies Dylan took, the bread, the empty water bottle, were both items Gwen had planned to give her anyway. If Dylan had waited even a little bit, instead of being a brainless sack of stupid, for the millionth time, she would have gotten those things and more for free without the effort of having to glance her in the face, with a flipping rock.
What she did manage to do, was piss Gwen off. Still, Gwen wasn't going to waste anymore of her energy having to deal with that hopeless girl any longer. Through that brief exchange, it occurred to Gwen that Dylan would do herself in on her own eventually anyway. Not worth the effort.
Gwen dusted herself off, sweeping the nature grown debris from her hair and clothing as she picked up her scattered supplies and stuffed them back in her bag. At least Dylan made it somewhat easier by making the bag lighter for her and taught Gwen never to leave her things lying around. She held the ice axe firmly in her hand and used the spiked bottom end of the climbing tool as a walking stick for support to hike up the slope.
She climbed up the slope once more, looking for her hat, which had been caught on a jutting branch from a shrub of some sort and then sat on a flat rock, cleaning the hat out. She felt a few minor stings on her back from the superficial scratches she received from her tumble and quickly searched for her first aid kit. She opened it up to search for some alcohol just to clean her cuts out so they wouldn't be infected and some sort of bandages to cover them up and allow healing.
The kit was a mess, with everything inside, thrown about every which way, probably from the tumble down the slope. She sighed and did some slight organization to at least have things conveniently placed again. As she did, she took what she needed and applied the alcohol pads, antiseptic wipes and bandage to her scratches as best as she could, being that it wasn't the easiest, as the cuts were on her back and she couldn't see, using only her sense of feeling to do her basic elementary school level first aid.
As she did this, Gwen heard voices. People were talking, walking up the slope. She quieted down and listened. There were at least four voices. She couldn't really head down the slope and escape to somewhere else now, not when they were in the way. There was only one way she could go for now.
She tied her hair back up and placed her cap back on then hiked her way back to the top of the plateau to hide.
[[Gwen Phonesavanh Continued To: See the World Spinning 'Round.]]
The blow itself hadn't really hurt her, as much as the cold feeling of... she didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel great. Here Gwen was about to do something nice, nice for somebody else and what did she get in return?
A rock to her face.
She almost felt betrayed. In fact she felt absolutely rejected, again, and it secretly hurt - like all those other times she tried to be friends with someone at school. She should have known that people were going to continue being this way, even in the Program. If this was how it was going to be every time she tried to be friendly with someone, then forget it.
Show no mercy.
Gwen rolled her jaw and stood up, watching Dylan flee down the slope. She could have easily chased after and caught Dylan like she had earlier, but she wasn't going to. The supplies Dylan took, the bread, the empty water bottle, were both items Gwen had planned to give her anyway. If Dylan had waited even a little bit, instead of being a brainless sack of stupid, for the millionth time, she would have gotten those things and more for free without the effort of having to glance her in the face, with a flipping rock.
What she did manage to do, was piss Gwen off. Still, Gwen wasn't going to waste anymore of her energy having to deal with that hopeless girl any longer. Through that brief exchange, it occurred to Gwen that Dylan would do herself in on her own eventually anyway. Not worth the effort.
Gwen dusted herself off, sweeping the nature grown debris from her hair and clothing as she picked up her scattered supplies and stuffed them back in her bag. At least Dylan made it somewhat easier by making the bag lighter for her and taught Gwen never to leave her things lying around. She held the ice axe firmly in her hand and used the spiked bottom end of the climbing tool as a walking stick for support to hike up the slope.
She climbed up the slope once more, looking for her hat, which had been caught on a jutting branch from a shrub of some sort and then sat on a flat rock, cleaning the hat out. She felt a few minor stings on her back from the superficial scratches she received from her tumble and quickly searched for her first aid kit. She opened it up to search for some alcohol just to clean her cuts out so they wouldn't be infected and some sort of bandages to cover them up and allow healing.
The kit was a mess, with everything inside, thrown about every which way, probably from the tumble down the slope. She sighed and did some slight organization to at least have things conveniently placed again. As she did, she took what she needed and applied the alcohol pads, antiseptic wipes and bandage to her scratches as best as she could, being that it wasn't the easiest, as the cuts were on her back and she couldn't see, using only her sense of feeling to do her basic elementary school level first aid.
As she did this, Gwen heard voices. People were talking, walking up the slope. She quieted down and listened. There were at least four voices. She couldn't really head down the slope and escape to somewhere else now, not when they were in the way. There was only one way she could go for now.
She tied her hair back up and placed her cap back on then hiked her way back to the top of the plateau to hide.
[[Gwen Phonesavanh Continued To: See the World Spinning 'Round.]]