Alicia was terrified of the prospect of the bloody scene playing out in her mind's eye forever, so, reluctantly, she opened her eyes. It was dark; the sun had set some hours ago. A gibbous moon provided a bit of eerie light on the beach outside.
Without meaning to, she glanced over to where Panya had fallen. Her body was gone, though a large spray of blood and gore was still faintly visible on the far side of the room. Ali could hear Lady Mae and Michael talking faintly outside, but she could not make out the words. Nor did she want to.
She felt the weariness, both emotional and physical, wash over her. She felt drained, and with little deliberation, she let herself fall gently onto her side. She curled up into a fetal position, closed her eyes once more, and slept.
Time To Pretend
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He took hold of the body at the opposite end. She was small, but death seemed to make things heavier. Michael was strong enough though and he had help.
"She said she was going to let me live. Like she wanted to team up with me and just kill our way off the island. I can't imagine why." Michael backed toward the open door, talking to keep himself from losing his mind. "The drama of it maybe. She was a famewhore. She did all those performing art things, and had a nasty habit of trying to upstage everyone. She was never all that good though. Wasn't even all that popular. She seemed to want it too much. I guess that's how it goes. Like a handful of sand. The harder you grasp, the more sand slips through your fingers."
He looked around a little for a good spot, as though there were a good spot to place a gore and vomit covered corpse. "Do you want to set her behind the building maybe? Somewhere out of sight so we don't get a nasty reminder when we wander outside?"
"She said she was going to let me live. Like she wanted to team up with me and just kill our way off the island. I can't imagine why." Michael backed toward the open door, talking to keep himself from losing his mind. "The drama of it maybe. She was a famewhore. She did all those performing art things, and had a nasty habit of trying to upstage everyone. She was never all that good though. Wasn't even all that popular. She seemed to want it too much. I guess that's how it goes. Like a handful of sand. The harder you grasp, the more sand slips through your fingers."
He looked around a little for a good spot, as though there were a good spot to place a gore and vomit covered corpse. "Do you want to set her behind the building maybe? Somewhere out of sight so we don't get a nasty reminder when we wander outside?"
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Mae nodded at him and began to head that way, allowed Michael to lead the way. She could not explain why she was so trusting of this man she had only really just met. Maybe it was because he didn't run away after the whole Panya incident.
"I think it's obvious why she wanted to kill us and let you live," Mae said off-handedly as they made their way behind the hut. "You're a boy, we are girls...it's a lot easier to have a...love story with a boy."
Once again her thoughts drifted back to Zach and Shawn. It was always about that. Did the viewers at home, the people who did not know her....what did they think? Who did they want her to end up with? She wondered if the producers were pushing one angle or the other.
"Maybe that would have been really successful for you," she continued. "Maybe she would have kept you, you would have found something you liked about her, even as she killed, even as she claimed to love you...maybe you could have convinced yourself to forget everything else. If you could."
She cut herself off, her face going red. Shawn wasn't back yet. Should she be worried? Had Zach caught up with him? Could Zach stop himself from killing Shawn if Mae wasn't there? None of this mattered. How could Shawn forgive her for killing another person? She was no better than Zach. She was worse....at least Zach had a reason.
I was protecting Ali.
"I'm sorry," Mae said quietly. "I'm...our friends aren't back yet and I'm getting worried."
"I think it's obvious why she wanted to kill us and let you live," Mae said off-handedly as they made their way behind the hut. "You're a boy, we are girls...it's a lot easier to have a...love story with a boy."
Once again her thoughts drifted back to Zach and Shawn. It was always about that. Did the viewers at home, the people who did not know her....what did they think? Who did they want her to end up with? She wondered if the producers were pushing one angle or the other.
"Maybe that would have been really successful for you," she continued. "Maybe she would have kept you, you would have found something you liked about her, even as she killed, even as she claimed to love you...maybe you could have convinced yourself to forget everything else. If you could."
She cut herself off, her face going red. Shawn wasn't back yet. Should she be worried? Had Zach caught up with him? Could Zach stop himself from killing Shawn if Mae wasn't there? None of this mattered. How could Shawn forgive her for killing another person? She was no better than Zach. She was worse....at least Zach had a reason.
I was protecting Ali.
"I'm sorry," Mae said quietly. "I'm...our friends aren't back yet and I'm getting worried."
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He laughed at the thought. It seemed inappropriate, but so did everything else. There really wasn't an appropriate response to anything on the island. Things just happened, and then other things happened. No reason or rhyme, very little predictability. It was almost like real life. He supposed that was the point of reality television, but things still seemed artificial, like they were all actors playing characters with their own names.
I guess that was what Panya was doing. It's all part of the show.
They came up on a little bit of brush. Not much, but enough to obscure the body a little bit, and far enough back that they wouldn't see it unless they left that way. "Right here should be fine." He gave Mae a nod and let go of the body. He turned his face toward the beach, wanting to put the dead girl out of his mind, at least until the midnight announcement.
"I understand about friends, especially with the announcement approaching. But don't lose hope. Look forward to the announcement if you can. Believe that it will tell you that they're all okay. If not, you can burn that bridge when you come to it."
Michael hesitated a little before he decided to share his thoughts. "This might not be at all the right time for this, but if I got involved in any kind of love story, I would have chosen you over her. I'm not just saying that because you're still here either. I didn't know much about her, and I don't know less about you, but I knew enough. She wasn't my type. Maybe that's why I didn't hesitate to tackle her when she pulled the gun out. If anybody was getting out of there, I wanted it to be you and Ali."
He chuckled a little. "And for what it's worth, you're much prettier than she was."
I guess that was what Panya was doing. It's all part of the show.
They came up on a little bit of brush. Not much, but enough to obscure the body a little bit, and far enough back that they wouldn't see it unless they left that way. "Right here should be fine." He gave Mae a nod and let go of the body. He turned his face toward the beach, wanting to put the dead girl out of his mind, at least until the midnight announcement.
"I understand about friends, especially with the announcement approaching. But don't lose hope. Look forward to the announcement if you can. Believe that it will tell you that they're all okay. If not, you can burn that bridge when you come to it."
Michael hesitated a little before he decided to share his thoughts. "This might not be at all the right time for this, but if I got involved in any kind of love story, I would have chosen you over her. I'm not just saying that because you're still here either. I didn't know much about her, and I don't know less about you, but I knew enough. She wasn't my type. Maybe that's why I didn't hesitate to tackle her when she pulled the gun out. If anybody was getting out of there, I wanted it to be you and Ali."
He chuckled a little. "And for what it's worth, you're much prettier than she was."
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"And for what it's worth, you're much prettier than she was."
Mae blushed, hating how reactive her skin was to emotion. In any sort of other situation this could be seen as romantic....the moonlight, the ocean waves...
Everything but the body. Everything but Shawn. Everything but Zach.
"That's nice of you to say," she said quietly. She didn't know how else to respond. She couldn't add another man to her complicated carousel of emotions. She looked at him standing in the moonlight.
With Zach it was "if she were less popular", with Shawn it was "if only she liked Zach less, if only there were less expectations."
She never thought that it would ever be "if only we weren't on an island forced to kill each other for entertainment." Mae smiled a sad smile.
"I'm glad you didn't get caught in the crossfire..." She said. "Let's head back, there's not much we can do here."
(oc: I think we can skip to the announcments, if it's that's ok with everyone.)
Mae blushed, hating how reactive her skin was to emotion. In any sort of other situation this could be seen as romantic....the moonlight, the ocean waves...
Everything but the body. Everything but Shawn. Everything but Zach.
"That's nice of you to say," she said quietly. She didn't know how else to respond. She couldn't add another man to her complicated carousel of emotions. She looked at him standing in the moonlight.
With Zach it was "if she were less popular", with Shawn it was "if only she liked Zach less, if only there were less expectations."
She never thought that it would ever be "if only we weren't on an island forced to kill each other for entertainment." Mae smiled a sad smile.
"I'm glad you didn't get caught in the crossfire..." She said. "Let's head back, there's not much we can do here."
(oc: I think we can skip to the announcments, if it's that's ok with everyone.)
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Alicia's eyes fluttered open. The inside of the shack was dark and still. There were faint sounds of waves on the beach and muffled voices from somewhere outside in the night. Ali looked around, trying to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness in order to orient herself.
Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here.
She spotted the shotgun on the floor in front of her and reached out to touch it. The feel of the weapon brought back the memory of its frightful kickback when she pulled the trigger, and the terrible 'boom' that resulted. No, she thought, that's not quite right. The result was a girl's - a classmate's - violent death.
Instead of recoiling, Ali picked up the shotgun, worked the pump action to ready the next shell for firing. I... we all have to be ready for when Lord Shawn and Sluagh return. The Gold Team must be ready to protect its holdings. And I must be part of that protection. She held the gun close to her as she carefully stood up. She tried to pick out details again, identify bodies, but she couldn't see any.
Lady Mae and Michael should be here, I thought. We invited Michael inside because he had an escape plan, and then Panya rudely barged inside and tried to kill us. So now that Panya is no longer threatening us, where is Michael? We need to find a way out of this game, and he may be the key.
Ali stepped cautiously out the door, listening to her surroundings so she wouldn't be taken by surprise. She stopped on the porch beside the ramp which led down to the beach proper. She began to feel nervous. They wouldn't leave me here alone, would they?
No answer came immediately to mind, so she quietly spoke into the night air, "Michael?"
Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here.
She spotted the shotgun on the floor in front of her and reached out to touch it. The feel of the weapon brought back the memory of its frightful kickback when she pulled the trigger, and the terrible 'boom' that resulted. No, she thought, that's not quite right. The result was a girl's - a classmate's - violent death.
Instead of recoiling, Ali picked up the shotgun, worked the pump action to ready the next shell for firing. I... we all have to be ready for when Lord Shawn and Sluagh return. The Gold Team must be ready to protect its holdings. And I must be part of that protection. She held the gun close to her as she carefully stood up. She tried to pick out details again, identify bodies, but she couldn't see any.
Lady Mae and Michael should be here, I thought. We invited Michael inside because he had an escape plan, and then Panya rudely barged inside and tried to kill us. So now that Panya is no longer threatening us, where is Michael? We need to find a way out of this game, and he may be the key.
Ali stepped cautiously out the door, listening to her surroundings so she wouldn't be taken by surprise. She stopped on the porch beside the ramp which led down to the beach proper. She began to feel nervous. They wouldn't leave me here alone, would they?
No answer came immediately to mind, so she quietly spoke into the night air, "Michael?"
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He chuckled a bit. "I am glad too. I'd hate to get shot saving your ass, as nice as it is." He started to walk back, thinking a bit as he did.
"I'm sorry, by the way. It was...unfair for me to say something like that in a place like this. I wasn't thinking."
Michael heard Alicia's voice call his name quietly. Why she called for him and not Mae he wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was because he was the new guy. The guy with the plan. Maybe it was just because he was from Detroit too.
"We're here. Just stepped out a minute."
As for the plan, he didn't have much yet. The collars had to come off, that was the big thing. He knew a bit about electronics, and he imagined he could do something if he could figure out how they worked. He'd have to get a close look at somebody else's and find the flaws in the design. It wouldn't be easy, but it wasn't impossible, and if he was lucky he might have some help from his mentor. He could only hope that she knew a bit more than he did.
"I'm sorry, by the way. It was...unfair for me to say something like that in a place like this. I wasn't thinking."
Michael heard Alicia's voice call his name quietly. Why she called for him and not Mae he wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was because he was the new guy. The guy with the plan. Maybe it was just because he was from Detroit too.
"We're here. Just stepped out a minute."
As for the plan, he didn't have much yet. The collars had to come off, that was the big thing. He knew a bit about electronics, and he imagined he could do something if he could figure out how they worked. He'd have to get a close look at somebody else's and find the flaws in the design. It wouldn't be easy, but it wasn't impossible, and if he was lucky he might have some help from his mentor. He could only hope that she knew a bit more than he did.
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"It's okay," she said quietly to his apology. "Times are strange, aren't they?"
She heard Ali ask for Michael, and her stomach felt sot of sour about it. Wasn't Mae the one protecting her? She was the one who nearly threw herself in front of the shotgun to take Panya down herself. Mae was on Ali's team...and how she was asking for Michael?
Then again, maybe they knew each other from school, were friends or something. Who knew?
She suddenly thought of Jake. He was probably her oldest friend, he was out there somewhere still, as far as she knew, although she knew a new announcement was coming up so maybe he was dead somewhere. She probably should have felt horrible about that. She didn't.
Ali stood in the doorway, and Michael said something reassuring to her.
Who was going to reassure Mae?
She suppressed a sigh and wiped her gummy bloodstained hands off on her jeans. It was so late and her clothes were ruined. What did she even have in her bag that could help her now? A bathing suit and a geisha costume. Were either of those actually valid choices? The sigh slipped out this time.
"Clean up's a bloody business," she said. "I think I might have to wear my ridiculous costume instead...unless i can scare up something from the merchandise hut again."
Though the idea of killing in a sundress was equally as ridiculous, in her opinion.
She heard Ali ask for Michael, and her stomach felt sot of sour about it. Wasn't Mae the one protecting her? She was the one who nearly threw herself in front of the shotgun to take Panya down herself. Mae was on Ali's team...and how she was asking for Michael?
Then again, maybe they knew each other from school, were friends or something. Who knew?
She suddenly thought of Jake. He was probably her oldest friend, he was out there somewhere still, as far as she knew, although she knew a new announcement was coming up so maybe he was dead somewhere. She probably should have felt horrible about that. She didn't.
Ali stood in the doorway, and Michael said something reassuring to her.
Who was going to reassure Mae?
She suppressed a sigh and wiped her gummy bloodstained hands off on her jeans. It was so late and her clothes were ruined. What did she even have in her bag that could help her now? A bathing suit and a geisha costume. Were either of those actually valid choices? The sigh slipped out this time.
"Clean up's a bloody business," she said. "I think I might have to wear my ridiculous costume instead...unless i can scare up something from the merchandise hut again."
Though the idea of killing in a sundress was equally as ridiculous, in her opinion.
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"Oh good. I was a little worried," Ali breathed. She looked around at the dark beach before them before speaking again. "Before we're attacked again or something, I was hoping that Michael could tell us his escape plan. It's very late now, and I'm scared that something bad has happened to Sluagh and Lord Shawn. We may even have to rescue them."
She looked at Lady Mae in the dim moonlight. She still looked like a vision of beauty, even with the blood spatters from their recent kill drying on her clothes. She smiled at the elf maid, then turned back to Michael. "You'll help us, won't you?"
She looked at Lady Mae in the dim moonlight. She still looked like a vision of beauty, even with the blood spatters from their recent kill drying on her clothes. She smiled at the elf maid, then turned back to Michael. "You'll help us, won't you?"
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((Brennan O’Brian continued from Metanoia))
Brennan had been running ever since he’d left the hotel. He’d intended to head towards the centre of the island, away from the ocean, but in his haste to leave, he’d neglected to turn his flashlight on. Running blindly through the darkness, Brennan only realised where he was when he heard the sound of the ocean again.
Oh God... Where am I? Don’t say I’ve run all the way back to the docks...
Brennan wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep running; he’d already run further than he ever had before. His legs were beginning to ache, and without warning, they buckled beneath him, and Brennan catapulted forwards into the sand. For a couple of minutes, he simply lay there, wondering whether it was worth even getting up. Eventually, Brennan willed himself to sit upright, and find his torch. It was still in his bag, but the lack of light meant it took slightly longer than normal to find it. A soon as he found it, Brennan flicked it on.
He was much, much closer to the ocean than he’d anticipated- he was only a couple of feet away. With a yell, Brennan recoiled, falling backwards this time. Somehow, he managed to keep the flashlight in his hands.
Oh god... help me... somebody...
Brennan tried to stand up, but was almost paralyzed with fear. Twice, he got into a crouching position before falling backwards again. Finally, he managed to stand up, hurriedly picking his bag up, and started running in the opposite direction. The light from his flashlight showed a series of buildings on some sort of wooden structure. Brennan made a beeline for them, still not sure where the heck he actually was.
The structure, as it turned out, was some sort of pier. Looking into the windows of the buildings, Brennan guessed they had been shops selling food and souvenirs... before... Before we arrived...
Brennan was about to simply try and enter the first hut he’d looked into, when he saw something in the very edge of the flashlight’s beam. People. They were quite far off, and the flashlight didn’t provide enough light to see who they were, but there were definitely two or three people at the entrance of one of the huts. Brennan began jogging towards them, yelling “H-hey! Uh, guys, uh... hey!”
It was only after he’d spoken that Brennan realised just how stupid he was being. You... You idiot, Brennan! What if one of them has a gun? What if they’re all on the same team, they’re all playing?
Brennan didn’t know what he could do. So he stopped, and waited, for whatever would happen to him.
Brennan had been running ever since he’d left the hotel. He’d intended to head towards the centre of the island, away from the ocean, but in his haste to leave, he’d neglected to turn his flashlight on. Running blindly through the darkness, Brennan only realised where he was when he heard the sound of the ocean again.
Oh God... Where am I? Don’t say I’ve run all the way back to the docks...
Brennan wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep running; he’d already run further than he ever had before. His legs were beginning to ache, and without warning, they buckled beneath him, and Brennan catapulted forwards into the sand. For a couple of minutes, he simply lay there, wondering whether it was worth even getting up. Eventually, Brennan willed himself to sit upright, and find his torch. It was still in his bag, but the lack of light meant it took slightly longer than normal to find it. A soon as he found it, Brennan flicked it on.
He was much, much closer to the ocean than he’d anticipated- he was only a couple of feet away. With a yell, Brennan recoiled, falling backwards this time. Somehow, he managed to keep the flashlight in his hands.
Oh god... help me... somebody...
Brennan tried to stand up, but was almost paralyzed with fear. Twice, he got into a crouching position before falling backwards again. Finally, he managed to stand up, hurriedly picking his bag up, and started running in the opposite direction. The light from his flashlight showed a series of buildings on some sort of wooden structure. Brennan made a beeline for them, still not sure where the heck he actually was.
The structure, as it turned out, was some sort of pier. Looking into the windows of the buildings, Brennan guessed they had been shops selling food and souvenirs... before... Before we arrived...
Brennan was about to simply try and enter the first hut he’d looked into, when he saw something in the very edge of the flashlight’s beam. People. They were quite far off, and the flashlight didn’t provide enough light to see who they were, but there were definitely two or three people at the entrance of one of the huts. Brennan began jogging towards them, yelling “H-hey! Uh, guys, uh... hey!”
It was only after he’d spoken that Brennan realised just how stupid he was being. You... You idiot, Brennan! What if one of them has a gun? What if they’re all on the same team, they’re all playing?
Brennan didn’t know what he could do. So he stopped, and waited, for whatever would happen to him.
Michael clued in on the discussion of clothes.
"There might be something in that bag you can change into. Not like she's going to need it anymore. We can split up the rest of her supplies too. Should keep us going a little longer anyhow."
He had turned to answer Alicia, but then he heard a voice. It was a male voice, but beyond that he didn't have much to go on. Normally he'd be a bit more hospitable, but they'd just killed somebody who'd tried some shit, so he opted for a more cautious approach.
"Stop moving and keep those hands where I can see them white boy!" Michael called, training his newly acquired gun on the approaching figure. He moved forward slowly, watching the boy. As he came into better focus Michael spoke again.
"I don't want to kill you, but I gotta check you for weapons. Let me get on with it, don't do anything dumb, and you get to live a while longer. We cool?"
"There might be something in that bag you can change into. Not like she's going to need it anymore. We can split up the rest of her supplies too. Should keep us going a little longer anyhow."
He had turned to answer Alicia, but then he heard a voice. It was a male voice, but beyond that he didn't have much to go on. Normally he'd be a bit more hospitable, but they'd just killed somebody who'd tried some shit, so he opted for a more cautious approach.
"Stop moving and keep those hands where I can see them white boy!" Michael called, training his newly acquired gun on the approaching figure. He moved forward slowly, watching the boy. As he came into better focus Michael spoke again.
"I don't want to kill you, but I gotta check you for weapons. Let me get on with it, don't do anything dumb, and you get to live a while longer. We cool?"
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(oc: Sorry, I know that Bearded One wanted Ali to sleep through the announcements, but we seriously need to catch up to real time and the announcements haven't been mentioned in threads that other people are joining from, while other people are trying to get in on this thread and have heard said announcements.)
The announcements decided at this moment to play. Great. Awesome timing. Mae flushed as she heard her named linked not only with Alicia's as the killing blow was undetermined, but also with the word "celebrity". She bet that people were seriously discussing that one back home.
She sort of felt a flush of pride at that one.
She was only half listening to them as she went to Panya's pack, thankfully retrieved from its hiding space. Michael seemed to have the situation with the newcomer under control. Cool and composed, that was her plan. Being cool and composed. Now what did this girl have to offer? There was absolutely no way she was going to put that bear suit on, but this girl had to have some sort of other clothing, right? She quickly dug through the back, only to find a rather cute white lace top and some jean shorts.
Mae sighed in relief in spite of herself.
Shorts.
She pulled the items from the pack and hugged them to herself. Oh yes.
She should have been more wary about this new person, how could she suddenly be so fearless?
Zach killed another, she wasn't surprised...but then....
Shawn Morrison showed that nature really is powerful.
"Sh-Shawn!?"
Mae's throat went dry.
Back on day one, he picked up a dead Boa Constrictor and shoved it in his bag.
Mae remembered the look on Zach's face as he killed that thing, Mae remembered trying not to scream, that seemed like forever ago, it seemed like a really really really long time ago to her now. It seemed like part of a time when she could not imagine Shawn hurting anyone.
Today, he used it to choke Jaszmine Johnson to death.
Mae didn't know who Jaszmine Johnson was, she didn't really care, but she knew Shawn, there had to be a reason why he would do that, there had to...he...Shawn was still alive though. He had to be coming back, right? Mae swallowed hard, clutching the lace top and the jean shorts and looking feebly back up at her newfound friends from Detroit.
Shawn had to be coming back....right?
The announcements decided at this moment to play. Great. Awesome timing. Mae flushed as she heard her named linked not only with Alicia's as the killing blow was undetermined, but also with the word "celebrity". She bet that people were seriously discussing that one back home.
She sort of felt a flush of pride at that one.
She was only half listening to them as she went to Panya's pack, thankfully retrieved from its hiding space. Michael seemed to have the situation with the newcomer under control. Cool and composed, that was her plan. Being cool and composed. Now what did this girl have to offer? There was absolutely no way she was going to put that bear suit on, but this girl had to have some sort of other clothing, right? She quickly dug through the back, only to find a rather cute white lace top and some jean shorts.
Mae sighed in relief in spite of herself.
Shorts.
She pulled the items from the pack and hugged them to herself. Oh yes.
She should have been more wary about this new person, how could she suddenly be so fearless?
Zach killed another, she wasn't surprised...but then....
Shawn Morrison showed that nature really is powerful.
"Sh-Shawn!?"
Mae's throat went dry.
Back on day one, he picked up a dead Boa Constrictor and shoved it in his bag.
Mae remembered the look on Zach's face as he killed that thing, Mae remembered trying not to scream, that seemed like forever ago, it seemed like a really really really long time ago to her now. It seemed like part of a time when she could not imagine Shawn hurting anyone.
Today, he used it to choke Jaszmine Johnson to death.
Mae didn't know who Jaszmine Johnson was, she didn't really care, but she knew Shawn, there had to be a reason why he would do that, there had to...he...Shawn was still alive though. He had to be coming back, right? Mae swallowed hard, clutching the lace top and the jean shorts and looking feebly back up at her newfound friends from Detroit.
Shawn had to be coming back....right?
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Before either Michael or Lady Mae could open their mouths to answer, they heard a shout from somewhere up the beach. “H-hey! Uh, guys, uh... hey!” Neither Michael nor the Elf Maid recognized the voice, and Michael even challenged him with a shout of his own. But Alicia recognized the voice as one she had been hoping to hear again.
"B-Brennan!" All other thoughts vanished from her mind. Ali clutched her shotgun instinctively in her right hand as she bolted off the porch and out onto the sand. She did not slow her run until she found herself holding the boy as tightly as she could.
Fresh tears sprang from her eyes, but for the first time in many days, they were tears of joy. "Brennan! Brennan, thank God you're here!" She wanted to say so much more, but the emotion of the moment overwhelmed her. Maybe after I breathe a bit I can tell him everything I want to. Now that we're together, we won't be parted as long as we're alive!
"B-Brennan!" All other thoughts vanished from her mind. Ali clutched her shotgun instinctively in her right hand as she bolted off the porch and out onto the sand. She did not slow her run until she found herself holding the boy as tightly as she could.
Fresh tears sprang from her eyes, but for the first time in many days, they were tears of joy. "Brennan! Brennan, thank God you're here!" She wanted to say so much more, but the emotion of the moment overwhelmed her. Maybe after I breathe a bit I can tell him everything I want to. Now that we're together, we won't be parted as long as we're alive!
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Just as he’d expected, one of the new guys reacted less than favourably towards Brennan’s entrance. And, as he’d feared, the guy did have a gun, a gun currently pointing at him. Brennan froze where he was, partly because of the other boy’s words, and partly because of the fact that, Oh my God, there’s a gun pointed at me.
The other guy started walking towards Brennan, and as he came closer, Brennan began to gradually have a faint idea of who he was. He was pretty sure his name was Michael, that he was also from Detroit. Brennan wanted to say that, try and remind Michael (if that was his actual name) who he was, but he was afraid that any move he made could make Michael pull the trigger. So Brennan stood there, waiting.
Brennan heard someone call out his name, but at that moment in time, he was focused more on the gun pointed at him, and what Michael was currently saying.
Focused, that is, until someone ran straight into him, throwing their arms around him.
The impact caused the flashlight to tumble out of Brennan’s hands, but he caught a glimpse of the girl’s face, and he recognised the voice immediately.
“A-Ali?! Ali, Jesus Christ, you’re okay!” Brennan managed to say, throwing his arms around Ali. “I’ve been so worried...” Like Ali, tears of joy were beginning to run down Brennan’s face. Nothing can ruin this. Nothing.
As if on cue, Brennan heard the familiar static sound that was the loudspeakers, preparing to broadcast the latest announcement to the island. The first few minutes of it were some sort of statistics; which team was leading or something. Brennan wasn’t really paying attention, until he heard the first death on the list.
“Panya Bishara was double teamed by one Mae St. Claire and one Alicia White.”
Wh-what? Ali... Ali killed someone? No... no, she couldn’t have...
Brennan instinctively let go of Ali out of shock. “Ali? What... What, exactly, happened? Please, don’t tell me you just went and kil-“
“Tiffany Dexter lost her shot at making it home in quite the entertaining firefight.”
The elated feeling Brennan had had when he saw Ali was almost completely gone now. He let out a quiet “Oh, God, no...” before he threw his arms around Ali again, his tears changed into tears of sorrow.
The other guy started walking towards Brennan, and as he came closer, Brennan began to gradually have a faint idea of who he was. He was pretty sure his name was Michael, that he was also from Detroit. Brennan wanted to say that, try and remind Michael (if that was his actual name) who he was, but he was afraid that any move he made could make Michael pull the trigger. So Brennan stood there, waiting.
Brennan heard someone call out his name, but at that moment in time, he was focused more on the gun pointed at him, and what Michael was currently saying.
Focused, that is, until someone ran straight into him, throwing their arms around him.
The impact caused the flashlight to tumble out of Brennan’s hands, but he caught a glimpse of the girl’s face, and he recognised the voice immediately.
“A-Ali?! Ali, Jesus Christ, you’re okay!” Brennan managed to say, throwing his arms around Ali. “I’ve been so worried...” Like Ali, tears of joy were beginning to run down Brennan’s face. Nothing can ruin this. Nothing.
As if on cue, Brennan heard the familiar static sound that was the loudspeakers, preparing to broadcast the latest announcement to the island. The first few minutes of it were some sort of statistics; which team was leading or something. Brennan wasn’t really paying attention, until he heard the first death on the list.
“Panya Bishara was double teamed by one Mae St. Claire and one Alicia White.”
Wh-what? Ali... Ali killed someone? No... no, she couldn’t have...
Brennan instinctively let go of Ali out of shock. “Ali? What... What, exactly, happened? Please, don’t tell me you just went and kil-“
“Tiffany Dexter lost her shot at making it home in quite the entertaining firefight.”
The elated feeling Brennan had had when he saw Ali was almost completely gone now. He let out a quiet “Oh, God, no...” before he threw his arms around Ali again, his tears changed into tears of sorrow.
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((Sorry to break posting order, but Alicia has a schedule to keep.))
Brennan seemed shocked to be greeted by her hug, but he quickly returned the favor. “A-Ali?! Ali, Jesus Christ, you’re okay!” Brennan managed to say, throwing his arms around Ali. “I’ve been so worried...” He began to weep as well, and as Alicia pressed her cheek against his, their tears mingled together.
Very quickly, Brennan's manner changed as he seemed to be paying attention to something else. Ali couldn't figure out what had distracted him at first, but there was some foreign buzzing playing over the crashing waves on the beach. A voice. An announcer's voice. She ignored it. Brennan is here. I know everything will be all right now.
Brennan was less certain, hearing something in the buzzing voice that made him pull back a bit. “Ali? What... What, exactly, happened? Please, don’t tell me you just went and kil-“
"Killed?" What is he talking about? Oh, the announcer must have mentioned Panya. "No no no. You remember Panya Bishara? She came into our fortress and tried to kill us. Lady Mae and I had to defend ourselves."
I probably should try to explain more. "We found this little building, and almost all of the Gold team was here, so we decided to make it our fort or - like a Golden Castle. Lady Mae is on my team, and so are Lord Shawn and Sluagh, but they went off on a quest and should have come back by now.... And they're all fae! Everyone on the Gold team are Fair Folk like me!" Her excitement was nearly boiling over. "You'll join us, won't you, Brennan? Please? Oh God," she said, feeling her control slipping, "I'm so thrilled you're here that I'm about to pee myself."
She released her hold on the boy reluctantly and headed back toward the shack. "Lady Mae," she called to her teammate, "please treat Brennan as an honored guest in our home. He's... well, he's like my boyfriend. I just really have to pee right now."
She hoped that Lady Mae and Michael would be as courteous to Brennan as they could be. He can be an honorary member of the Gold team, can't he? Her thoughts were a jumble as she ran behind the 'castle' to relieve her bladder.
((Alicia White continued in Of Elves and Men))
Brennan seemed shocked to be greeted by her hug, but he quickly returned the favor. “A-Ali?! Ali, Jesus Christ, you’re okay!” Brennan managed to say, throwing his arms around Ali. “I’ve been so worried...” He began to weep as well, and as Alicia pressed her cheek against his, their tears mingled together.
Very quickly, Brennan's manner changed as he seemed to be paying attention to something else. Ali couldn't figure out what had distracted him at first, but there was some foreign buzzing playing over the crashing waves on the beach. A voice. An announcer's voice. She ignored it. Brennan is here. I know everything will be all right now.
Brennan was less certain, hearing something in the buzzing voice that made him pull back a bit. “Ali? What... What, exactly, happened? Please, don’t tell me you just went and kil-“
"Killed?" What is he talking about? Oh, the announcer must have mentioned Panya. "No no no. You remember Panya Bishara? She came into our fortress and tried to kill us. Lady Mae and I had to defend ourselves."
I probably should try to explain more. "We found this little building, and almost all of the Gold team was here, so we decided to make it our fort or - like a Golden Castle. Lady Mae is on my team, and so are Lord Shawn and Sluagh, but they went off on a quest and should have come back by now.... And they're all fae! Everyone on the Gold team are Fair Folk like me!" Her excitement was nearly boiling over. "You'll join us, won't you, Brennan? Please? Oh God," she said, feeling her control slipping, "I'm so thrilled you're here that I'm about to pee myself."
She released her hold on the boy reluctantly and headed back toward the shack. "Lady Mae," she called to her teammate, "please treat Brennan as an honored guest in our home. He's... well, he's like my boyfriend. I just really have to pee right now."
She hoped that Lady Mae and Michael would be as courteous to Brennan as they could be. He can be an honorary member of the Gold team, can't he? Her thoughts were a jumble as she ran behind the 'castle' to relieve her bladder.
((Alicia White continued in Of Elves and Men))
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