That male voice certainly wasn't Aidan. And it sounded angry and doesn't sound like somebody he'd know nor wanted to know. He doesn't seem to be friendly. And jokingly threatened with a fruit machine.
Apparently the imaginary molotov cocktails didn't scare him.
That however didn't matter. All Gene needed was that the guy goes out.
Gene quickly drew out his zippo out of his jeans.
Click
And then he made a quick motion so the flame disappeared and put it back into his jeans.
"Okay. It's getting hot in there, so take off all your clothes."
While Gene waited for a reaction of the boy inside and constantly stared at the door, he thought about what he should do if the guy wouldn't go out.
If I block the door with something and this will turn into a dangerzone, would it count as my kill or not?
Take That Money, Watch It Burn
Needless to say, Yagmur wasn't fine.
Colin just mentally shrugged. Different people dealt with stuff in different ways, he supposed. And since the guy was busy punching the shit out of slot machines instead of punching the shit out of people, he was OK with it.
Colin simply hopped up on a nearby counter, laid down, and stared up at the ceiling. Wasn't like anything else was more entertaining to look at.
He waited for the swearing and the yelling and the breaking of casino property to die down, and he looked over to where Yagmur was.
"You about-"
And then, he was cut off by an event that seemed like a miracle at this point - the emergence of someone who was actually from his school.
Of course, because life couldn't be that nice to him, it had to be annoying, loud-mouthed, over-sensitive Gene motherfucking Steward. He wasn't sure whether the fact that Gene had a Molotov cocktail made him more or less annoying.
Colin simply groaned and made his way off the counter as Gene yelled some threats. Colin was honestly too frustrated to really process them all, and he figured Gene was too much of a pussy to follow up on them. Yagmur, however, didn't really know that, and was doing a pretty good job at hurling insults. Colin was starting to like him more.
"I'd listen to him, Steward. He's been breaking slot machines around here, and I'm pretty sure they're tougher than you are."
And that's when Gene told them to take off their clothes.
Which was followed swiftly by Colin telling him to fuck off.
Colin just mentally shrugged. Different people dealt with stuff in different ways, he supposed. And since the guy was busy punching the shit out of slot machines instead of punching the shit out of people, he was OK with it.
Colin simply hopped up on a nearby counter, laid down, and stared up at the ceiling. Wasn't like anything else was more entertaining to look at.
He waited for the swearing and the yelling and the breaking of casino property to die down, and he looked over to where Yagmur was.
"You about-"
And then, he was cut off by an event that seemed like a miracle at this point - the emergence of someone who was actually from his school.
Of course, because life couldn't be that nice to him, it had to be annoying, loud-mouthed, over-sensitive Gene motherfucking Steward. He wasn't sure whether the fact that Gene had a Molotov cocktail made him more or less annoying.
Colin simply groaned and made his way off the counter as Gene yelled some threats. Colin was honestly too frustrated to really process them all, and he figured Gene was too much of a pussy to follow up on them. Yagmur, however, didn't really know that, and was doing a pretty good job at hurling insults. Colin was starting to like him more.
"I'd listen to him, Steward. He's been breaking slot machines around here, and I'm pretty sure they're tougher than you are."
And that's when Gene told them to take off their clothes.
Which was followed swiftly by Colin telling him to fuck off.
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Yagmur was, to say the least, not impressed by the attitude of this newcomer. It was needlessly confrontational, when Yagmur's preferred approach to others was cold indifference, a live-and-apathetically-let-live attitude, not picking stupid fights by waving around the threat of Molotov cocktails.
It didn't help that his threat was completely ineffectual.
"Really?" he called out to this aggressor, apparently yet another one of the idiots from Colin's pisspoor school (if only the state's more recent Governors had kept with Gary Johnson's education policy). "You think that line is a good threat? If you're going to use a song lyric as some intimidating boast, at least use a more threatening song!" This idiot could have that piece of advice for free.
He was probably playing to the sheepish Neanderthals at home, trying to create what he hoped was a badass reputation, but even those morons wouldn't find that threat intimidating or interesting. Yagmur probably had public sympathy on his side right now, purely because he didn't think that particular line made a good threat. It also made this unwelcome attacker-to-be sound pretty damn gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But Yagmur decided to roll with it.
"Also, I'm totally fine with you wanting to see me naked, but I don't think I want to rush this relationship that fast." Yagmur stopped walking, just a few feet from the translucent glass doors, behind which he could see the intruder. He knew he was getting close to borderline-homophobia, but he felt that tactless and politically incorrect jokes were the least of the crimes committed on this show. "Well, a fruit machine for a fruit!" he announced, muttering a "No homophobe" under his breath so the microphone and hopefully the audience would pick it up.
He threw it through the glass.
It didn't help that his threat was completely ineffectual.
"Really?" he called out to this aggressor, apparently yet another one of the idiots from Colin's pisspoor school (if only the state's more recent Governors had kept with Gary Johnson's education policy). "You think that line is a good threat? If you're going to use a song lyric as some intimidating boast, at least use a more threatening song!" This idiot could have that piece of advice for free.
He was probably playing to the sheepish Neanderthals at home, trying to create what he hoped was a badass reputation, but even those morons wouldn't find that threat intimidating or interesting. Yagmur probably had public sympathy on his side right now, purely because he didn't think that particular line made a good threat. It also made this unwelcome attacker-to-be sound pretty damn gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But Yagmur decided to roll with it.
"Also, I'm totally fine with you wanting to see me naked, but I don't think I want to rush this relationship that fast." Yagmur stopped walking, just a few feet from the translucent glass doors, behind which he could see the intruder. He knew he was getting close to borderline-homophobia, but he felt that tactless and politically incorrect jokes were the least of the crimes committed on this show. "Well, a fruit machine for a fruit!" he announced, muttering a "No homophobe" under his breath so the microphone and hopefully the audience would pick it up.
He threw it through the glass.
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Sh4dE
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There was another guy in the building and that guy knew him, or rather his surname. Gene couldn't recognize the voice, but it revealed that the yelling guy beat slot machines. Gene wasn't sure what to think about that, why'd somebody do that. Does the guy have anger issues, a gambling addiction or wanted to get the money out of the machine? Meeting another psychopath wouldn't be good for Gene.
And then the yelling guy overreacted and ranted about his line. But at least he got the line. Gene thought most of the audience wouldn't get it or had to google it.
"Calm down, 'twas just a jo-"
Suddenly, a fruit machine.
Holy...what the fuck. How can this be thrown? How can this even be picked up?
Gene stared perplexed at the thrown fruit machine in the shards and asked himself who the fuck the guy inside is.
He should probably run.
And then the yelling guy overreacted and ranted about his line. But at least he got the line. Gene thought most of the audience wouldn't get it or had to google it.
"Calm down, 'twas just a jo-"
Suddenly, a fruit machine.
Holy...what the fuck. How can this be thrown? How can this even be picked up?
Gene stared perplexed at the thrown fruit machine in the shards and asked himself who the fuck the guy inside is.
He should probably run.
I'm so glad to be back !
A voice echoes from Yagmur and Gene's collars. "This is gonna be kind of awkward...but you guys might want to open up some more pleasant dialogue. Just a suggestion."
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Stepping through the smashed glass pane of the door, Yagmur got a good look at the weedy piece of shit that had tried starting trouble. He could take him in a fight, eas-
He realised they were on the same team just as a voice emanated from his collar. Well, his eyes and ears corroborated each other, and the snarky collar douchebag had a good idea. Maybe the occasional collar interruptions would be useful beyond just mindlessly repeating a sheepish "kill, kill, don't help anyone" mantra.
"So...." Yagmur was not impressed with his allocated team-mate, and there was no point in pretending otherwise. This guy knew Yagmur hated him on sight, no point in hiding from that. It would be like farting in a lift with only one other occupant; you both know the score, why hide it? So he just politely held out his hand. "Guess we're on the same team. Looks like I drew the short straw. Regardless, shall we go?"
Calling out to Colin, whose company he'd found boring (at least a complete idiot would provide some excitement), Yagmur only returned to grab his bag. "Colin, I found one of my teammates. It's been nice, but...I don't want to get into too large a group." He didn't want to get attached to more doomed people in this game than he needed to. That would be a liabilit-no, the real reason was that he didn't want the list of the dead to be any more painful than it needed to be. Better leave Colin as a casual acquaintance that he wouldn't get too torn up over when he inevitably died. It was harsh, but the kid would have other mourners.
"Don't die too painfully," he said as a parting remark, unsure if he was being sarcastic or sincere.
((Yagmur Tekindor continued in Not Laughing Hyenas).
He realised they were on the same team just as a voice emanated from his collar. Well, his eyes and ears corroborated each other, and the snarky collar douchebag had a good idea. Maybe the occasional collar interruptions would be useful beyond just mindlessly repeating a sheepish "kill, kill, don't help anyone" mantra.
"So...." Yagmur was not impressed with his allocated team-mate, and there was no point in pretending otherwise. This guy knew Yagmur hated him on sight, no point in hiding from that. It would be like farting in a lift with only one other occupant; you both know the score, why hide it? So he just politely held out his hand. "Guess we're on the same team. Looks like I drew the short straw. Regardless, shall we go?"
Calling out to Colin, whose company he'd found boring (at least a complete idiot would provide some excitement), Yagmur only returned to grab his bag. "Colin, I found one of my teammates. It's been nice, but...I don't want to get into too large a group." He didn't want to get attached to more doomed people in this game than he needed to. That would be a liabilit-no, the real reason was that he didn't want the list of the dead to be any more painful than it needed to be. Better leave Colin as a casual acquaintance that he wouldn't get too torn up over when he inevitably died. It was harsh, but the kid would have other mourners.
"Don't die too painfully," he said as a parting remark, unsure if he was being sarcastic or sincere.
((Yagmur Tekindor continued in Not Laughing Hyenas).
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Gene could see the mad guy, who had thrown a fruit machine at him. And the guy could see him. So no chance he'd be able to surprise him with the stick anymore. Just like Aidan, Vahka and probably all other people that wanted to beat him up, he had a beard. And it looked silly.
Fucking beards.
However, then the mentor guy spoke up again and then Gene saw the bandanna on around his neck.
Gold.
Jackpot.
One team member found, three more to find.
And the guy let him join their group, even though he did not look friendly at all, but he acted friendlier than earlier. Gene lowered his pogo-stick and walked with the bearded guy back in. He had allies. Finally. And the guy seemed to be a tough guy, too. He wasn't sure what to think about Colin, though.
Gene went to a table, took a stack of cards and shuffled them, while he lay his stick on the table.
A card game would probably calm down and relax all three of us. Light up the mood, Gene.
Just as Gene wanted to offer Colin and Yagmur to play a game, Yagmur told Colin kind of a goodbye. This actually surprised Gene, as he thought a group of three would be probably more effective. After all, last season trios survived long enough. Without saying a last word to Colin, Gene put the stack of cards in his pimp suit pocket and took his stick back in his hand.
When he tried to catch up his teammate, he slowed down at the door, to pick up a shard from the floor. A shard is always useful.
And then with a pogo-stick in one hand and a shard in the other, he followed Yagmur.
This guy didn't want to kill or attack Colin. That actually is surprising, but means that he probably wants to win as a team instead of getting 10 kills. That's good.
That means he's hopefully a trustworthy and reliable ally, who apparently is strong enough to throw some shit. I won't dehydrate from lack of trust, then.
((GHIII Gene Steward, Exit))
Fucking beards.
However, then the mentor guy spoke up again and then Gene saw the bandanna on around his neck.
Gold.
Jackpot.
One team member found, three more to find.
And the guy let him join their group, even though he did not look friendly at all, but he acted friendlier than earlier. Gene lowered his pogo-stick and walked with the bearded guy back in. He had allies. Finally. And the guy seemed to be a tough guy, too. He wasn't sure what to think about Colin, though.
Gene went to a table, took a stack of cards and shuffled them, while he lay his stick on the table.
A card game would probably calm down and relax all three of us. Light up the mood, Gene.
Just as Gene wanted to offer Colin and Yagmur to play a game, Yagmur told Colin kind of a goodbye. This actually surprised Gene, as he thought a group of three would be probably more effective. After all, last season trios survived long enough. Without saying a last word to Colin, Gene put the stack of cards in his pimp suit pocket and took his stick back in his hand.
When he tried to catch up his teammate, he slowed down at the door, to pick up a shard from the floor. A shard is always useful.
And then with a pogo-stick in one hand and a shard in the other, he followed Yagmur.
This guy didn't want to kill or attack Colin. That actually is surprising, but means that he probably wants to win as a team instead of getting 10 kills. That's good.
That means he's hopefully a trustworthy and reliable ally, who apparently is strong enough to throw some shit. I won't dehydrate from lack of trust, then.
((GHIII Gene Steward, Exit))
I'm so glad to be back !
Suddenly, Colin was alone again.
Things had kind of gotten hectic after Yagmur had thrown fucking machinery through the door. He figured Yagmur was going to deal with Gene, probably scare him off... and then they suddenly started acting more friendly to each other. That was... sudden and unexpected.
Then Colin noticed the bandanas and things were more clear.
Yagmur came up to him and said some parting words. He... he was abandoning him. Colin finally thought he had someone to travel with, to team with, and now he was being thrown under the bus for dumbass Gene Steward.
All he could do was silently nod as Yagmur packed up and left.
Once again, there was silence. Empty, hollow, unwanted silence in the casino.
"..."
"... FUCK!"
Colin ran over and slammed his foot against one of the slot machines, ignoring the pain that flared up in his foot. This was stupid. It sucked. It was unfair. Life had shoved him down and now it just kept kicking and kicking and kicking and-
Colin rested his arms on the machine, buried his head in them and took a deep breath. He hoped the cameras wouldn't pick up his trembling.
C'mon now. What would Mom think?
About a minute passed with nothing notable happening, Colin simply at the machine in his own thoughts. Then, without provocation, Colin stood up, turning to a nearby camera.
"Fuck this game, fuck those guys, and fuck all of you."
With that statement, the flipping of two birds, and the grabbing of his belongings, Colin was out of there.
((Colin Pigeon continued in A Matter of Taste))
Things had kind of gotten hectic after Yagmur had thrown fucking machinery through the door. He figured Yagmur was going to deal with Gene, probably scare him off... and then they suddenly started acting more friendly to each other. That was... sudden and unexpected.
Then Colin noticed the bandanas and things were more clear.
Yagmur came up to him and said some parting words. He... he was abandoning him. Colin finally thought he had someone to travel with, to team with, and now he was being thrown under the bus for dumbass Gene Steward.
All he could do was silently nod as Yagmur packed up and left.
Once again, there was silence. Empty, hollow, unwanted silence in the casino.
"..."
"... FUCK!"
Colin ran over and slammed his foot against one of the slot machines, ignoring the pain that flared up in his foot. This was stupid. It sucked. It was unfair. Life had shoved him down and now it just kept kicking and kicking and kicking and-
Colin rested his arms on the machine, buried his head in them and took a deep breath. He hoped the cameras wouldn't pick up his trembling.
C'mon now. What would Mom think?
About a minute passed with nothing notable happening, Colin simply at the machine in his own thoughts. Then, without provocation, Colin stood up, turning to a nearby camera.
"Fuck this game, fuck those guys, and fuck all of you."
With that statement, the flipping of two birds, and the grabbing of his belongings, Colin was out of there.
((Colin Pigeon continued in A Matter of Taste))
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