"You too." Erik could only respond as he watched the other boy turn around and leave. What else was there to say? He made his position clear and it was not something he wanted to be a part of.
Once he had left, Erik started looking around the area in more detail, taking in the location he had decided to call a base. With the presence of the arcade and the many chairs and tables strewn about the place, he knew that there were a lot of places for him to hide. Maybe if he was able to stay hidden, people would forget he was in the game.
While his bulky frame wasn't the best for hiding, if the situation called for it, he knew he would be able to put up a fight. Unless the person had a gun. If they had a gun, Erik was probably going to be screwed and he knew that. That's another reason why he chose to stay here, lots of cover. He could hide behind a plethora of things to stay safe, and he was planning on taking advantage of that.
Moving over to the cafe area, Erik sat on one of the chairs that was closest to the entrance. His eyes drifted over towards where people could possibly enter, waiting for a sign of life that would mean he would need to take action.
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((Tucker Hopkins continued from OT))
As the two walked, Tucker found his mind drifting to last season's location: another resort, but it was much more tropical than theirs. He found it strange that this season's location was yet another resort, though Tucker felt that his nitpick was irrelevant at the moment; after all, he was on the show itself. Shaking his head slightly, he checked his map and noted that he and Regina were making their way to the southwest corner towards an...
Ice palace?
That's what it said on the map. Glancing up, Tucker spotted a Disneyesque palace not to far off. Looking down at the map again, he verified that it was most likely the aforementioned ice palace.
It honestly didn't look like such a bad place. The palace probably looked terribly out of place in the summer, with the whole tropical theme going on with this place. But now, in the middle of winter, the ice palace was the only thing that fit in. Admittedly it was somewhat cartoony looking, and Tucker half-expected an ice queen to waltz out and start shooting ice out of her hands. That mental image made him chuckle a bit, actually.
In a practical sense, though, the palace might be worth checking out. There could be something inside of worth. Maybe a gift shop or cafe of some sort; someplace lootable. Tucker remembered the remainder of his supplies tucked away into Regina's bag. He could use the extra loot.
"Hey Regina," Tucker said to his traveling companion, motioning towards the palace. "That look like a place worth checking out?"
As the two walked, Tucker found his mind drifting to last season's location: another resort, but it was much more tropical than theirs. He found it strange that this season's location was yet another resort, though Tucker felt that his nitpick was irrelevant at the moment; after all, he was on the show itself. Shaking his head slightly, he checked his map and noted that he and Regina were making their way to the southwest corner towards an...
Ice palace?
That's what it said on the map. Glancing up, Tucker spotted a Disneyesque palace not to far off. Looking down at the map again, he verified that it was most likely the aforementioned ice palace.
It honestly didn't look like such a bad place. The palace probably looked terribly out of place in the summer, with the whole tropical theme going on with this place. But now, in the middle of winter, the ice palace was the only thing that fit in. Admittedly it was somewhat cartoony looking, and Tucker half-expected an ice queen to waltz out and start shooting ice out of her hands. That mental image made him chuckle a bit, actually.
In a practical sense, though, the palace might be worth checking out. There could be something inside of worth. Maybe a gift shop or cafe of some sort; someplace lootable. Tucker remembered the remainder of his supplies tucked away into Regina's bag. He could use the extra loot.
"Hey Regina," Tucker said to his traveling companion, motioning towards the palace. "That look like a place worth checking out?"
[CJ04: Regina "Reggie" Aston continued from OT]
It had been so much easier to sit in comfortable armchairs in the basement at home, watching footage of earlier seasons over and over, assessing the actions and decisions of others with a clinical approach. The fact that you could watch everything as it happened, could research the children that had been chosen, added additional depth. Now that she was here, allied with someone who ultimately going to leave or betray her just because they had differently coloured pieces of cloth tied on their person? She understood the careless decisions perfectly. Being in the game gave Regina a perspective that would have fascinated her father once upon a time.It was hard not to think of him, or Christian. Heck, even about her friends’ parents. But every time she tried to let herself believe that they were alright with how things had gone, she choked back bitter laughter and focused anew on the game. Lying to herself about reality would get her nowhere in the game. Bullshitting herself that anyone she knew was okay with seeing their loved on Survival of the Fittest TV? That just went one step beyond that to stupidity.
Instead, those lies were replaced with what they could do about keeping warm. It was brisk at the moment, but as the sun set it would get cold and neither of them were dressed warmly. Maybe there would be some branded blankets for sale in a shop somewhere, or perhaps they could crash in one of the chalets. The latter was possibly a safer route. Maybe she should cut her hair – soon it would get unmanageable, greasy and an annoyance.
And finally as Tucker asked if they should look into the Ice Palace, Regina thought that maybe she should stop thinking about whether Christian cared that she would be dead in about a week.
“Yeah,” she agreed, clutching the handle of her Nulla Nulla a little tighter, “that sounds like a good idea. Better than being out here for too much longer at any rate. We need to find shelter, and preferably somewhere warm to sleep before the sun sets. Keep that in mind.”
It was at that moment that Regina really looked at the Ice Palace and realised, perhaps, that this was why the runners had chosen this place for this season. They loved their gimmicks after all, and this place was a giant one. She took a half-step in front of Tucker, looking through the glass double doors, and relayed what she thought she saw back to him.
“I think I see someone, so I suggest we go in prepared for anything, but not actively hostile,” Regina suggested, and then pushed open one of the doors as if she were just strolling into the Ice Palace on a normal day. Not like she did not recognise the boy, at first glance, who was indeed sat at a table within sight of the doors. Tucker came in behind her, but Regina waited until she had heard the door swing closed behind them before addressing the stranger.
“Hey, we’re just looking for supplies. Not hostile.” Quick, to the point and told the boy nothing about them – an advantage if they ended up having to fight. The last thing she needed was a guy having a named vendetta against her from day one, especially in a team set up. The baseball bat and the size of him certainly did not bode well for her chances at getting away, let alone winning, if he caught her at a bad time later.
And then the last, most important question. “You alone?”
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A voice echoes loudly from Erik's collar.
"Mornin', Sunshine. Randall Rochester here. You may have seen my show. Anyways, I just want you to know that while you may be facin' down two unknowns, you're never really alone. You've got me on your side, and I've got God on mine, so you're packing the big guns."
"Mornin', Sunshine. Randall Rochester here. You may have seen my show. Anyways, I just want you to know that while you may be facin' down two unknowns, you're never really alone. You've got me on your side, and I've got God on mine, so you're packing the big guns."
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James Houlihan was nearly terrified upon waking up and his realisation of having been placed into SOTF-TV. It took him several minutes to calm down, and a childish smile arose on his face when he got ahold of his weapon in the bag. "Oh, you can't be serious." he said.
It was a motherfucking shotgun.
He walked throughout the island for a few hours, almost aimlessly, when at once he heard a voice. From… somewhere, he was sure. He could also hear a conversation amongst a few people.
He decided to investigate this sound, which appeared to be coming out of a cafe near an ice rink. He didn’t have anyone to talk to in a few hours, and James wanted some company. Besides, he’d been walking for hours and his feet were hurting him. He placed his optimism on them being friendly, and, if not, he had a motherfucking shotgun. Well, not like he intended to use it. A bad reputation would not be something he needed right now, and waving it around would be more than enough. James kept it in hand, however, as he eventually decided to introduce himself. Resisting the urge to raise his FABARM, he stopped right outside of the cafe.
“Hello?” James said, hoping not to startle anyone. “You’re all friendly, right?”
A dumb question now that he thought of it. Would anyone say no? But the sentiment was still there.
James Houlihan was nearly terrified upon waking up and his realisation of having been placed into SOTF-TV. It took him several minutes to calm down, and a childish smile arose on his face when he got ahold of his weapon in the bag. "Oh, you can't be serious." he said.
It was a motherfucking shotgun.
He walked throughout the island for a few hours, almost aimlessly, when at once he heard a voice. From… somewhere, he was sure. He could also hear a conversation amongst a few people.
He decided to investigate this sound, which appeared to be coming out of a cafe near an ice rink. He didn’t have anyone to talk to in a few hours, and James wanted some company. Besides, he’d been walking for hours and his feet were hurting him. He placed his optimism on them being friendly, and, if not, he had a motherfucking shotgun. Well, not like he intended to use it. A bad reputation would not be something he needed right now, and waving it around would be more than enough. James kept it in hand, however, as he eventually decided to introduce himself. Resisting the urge to raise his FABARM, he stopped right outside of the cafe.
“Hello?” James said, hoping not to startle anyone. “You’re all friendly, right?”
A dumb question now that he thought of it. Would anyone say no? But the sentiment was still there.
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For some time, there was nothing and Erik just stared at the entrance, waiting for something to happen. He wasn't sure if this was the smart thing or if this was just asking someone to come in and stir things up. He would much rather avoid any confrontations and lay low. The less energy he needed to expend, the better in his books. At the same time though, there were people watching and if he were to play his style, it could mean that the public would find him boring. Would the producers intervene if this were to happen though?
The thought that other peoples' opinion of him could determine his life was unsettling. Was he really that powerless that he had to appeal to the masses in order to survive? Was that a thing that happened in the game? He was wishing that he watched more of SOTF: TV so that he actually had a clue with regards to how opinions of the public could influence the show. Right now, that aspect caused him to feel like he was in the dark. What could he do?
The only thing he could really do in the end, survive. Survive in his own way. If that meant going alone or working in a team, it didn't matter to him. As long as he could stay alive, that would allow him to be content. Right now, he was going to play the game he felt most comfortable with. If he didn't, he'd not only feel uncomfortable with his actions, but he'd probably make a mistake somewhere along the line that could make the difference between life and death.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices and Erik sprung into action. He jumped off the table he was sitting on and took a defensive stance, securely holding onto the bat within his two hands. His eyes were focused on the door and he waited, listening to the others talking. One of the people was a girl and the other was a boy judging from the voices. He didn't recognize any of the voices from Davidson, meaning that they were either people Erik had only seen but not spoken to in his school or they could be from another school.
When the two of them entered, Erik was pretty sure it was the latter. He had never seen either of them before. The girl was pretty small and the other boy was average. He could easily overpower them in a fair fight not including their weapons and if alone. However, Erik only knew what the girl had, which was some type of tiny wooden bat thing in her hand. However, they knew what he had since it was pretty hard to conceal a gigantic bat. It was also two on one, meaning that he was at a disadvantage.
Erik stayed quiet, his face impassive. He wasn't going to give them any more advantage than they had right now. Erik listened to their claims and didn't say anything, not feeling a need to respond. He had already searched the place a little bit and didn't find much of value. However, it was more of a general sweep and he wasn't specifically looking for supplies. It could be possible that he missed something.
The next question made Erik really hesitant. He clutched onto the bat harder, feeling his hands starting to ache from how tight he was holding it. How was he supposed to respond? He could be honest, but that would give her more information than he felt comfortable with. If he bluffed though, they could call him out on it and things could get messy really quickly. He really wasn't sure which was the better of two evils and he stayed quiet while trying to rack his brains for an answer of how to respond.
He never got a chance to come up with an answer due to his collar suddenly yelling in his ear. Erik jumped and his posture faltered for a moment. He certainly wasn't expecting that, and at a really bad moment as well that made him question how good his mentor was. What didn't help Erik was that not only was the information that he was giving him useless, but it was also agonizingly loud, meaning that everyone in the room could hear it, including the girl he was confronting.
Erik started to panic a little. What the hell was he supposed to do now? If the two of them had enough braincells together, they could tell from what Randall said that he was alone. He could feel himself slowly falling upon his back foot. The two of them were blocking the door, so it was going to be hard to just run away. As he looked around to try and find another way out, he heard another kid that was somewhat more familiar to him. Recognizing his voice, his head quickly swiveled towards the sight of James and a shotgun.
A shotgun.
The boy was casually walking around with a shotgun. Luckily, he was not hostile. He didn't want to go on a murderous rampage, which he could so very easily go on right now. Right now, the kid with the gun was the most dangerous person in the room and he needed to make sure that he was on his side.
"I don't want to fight if I don't have to." Erik called out towards him, making his intentions known to the entire room. "The two over there just want to find supplies." There was no need to give extra information. He didn't want to let loose with anything else. Erik started to take a few deep breaths. He needed to calm down. He could not panic. Not now.
The thought that other peoples' opinion of him could determine his life was unsettling. Was he really that powerless that he had to appeal to the masses in order to survive? Was that a thing that happened in the game? He was wishing that he watched more of SOTF: TV so that he actually had a clue with regards to how opinions of the public could influence the show. Right now, that aspect caused him to feel like he was in the dark. What could he do?
The only thing he could really do in the end, survive. Survive in his own way. If that meant going alone or working in a team, it didn't matter to him. As long as he could stay alive, that would allow him to be content. Right now, he was going to play the game he felt most comfortable with. If he didn't, he'd not only feel uncomfortable with his actions, but he'd probably make a mistake somewhere along the line that could make the difference between life and death.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices and Erik sprung into action. He jumped off the table he was sitting on and took a defensive stance, securely holding onto the bat within his two hands. His eyes were focused on the door and he waited, listening to the others talking. One of the people was a girl and the other was a boy judging from the voices. He didn't recognize any of the voices from Davidson, meaning that they were either people Erik had only seen but not spoken to in his school or they could be from another school.
When the two of them entered, Erik was pretty sure it was the latter. He had never seen either of them before. The girl was pretty small and the other boy was average. He could easily overpower them in a fair fight not including their weapons and if alone. However, Erik only knew what the girl had, which was some type of tiny wooden bat thing in her hand. However, they knew what he had since it was pretty hard to conceal a gigantic bat. It was also two on one, meaning that he was at a disadvantage.
Erik stayed quiet, his face impassive. He wasn't going to give them any more advantage than they had right now. Erik listened to their claims and didn't say anything, not feeling a need to respond. He had already searched the place a little bit and didn't find much of value. However, it was more of a general sweep and he wasn't specifically looking for supplies. It could be possible that he missed something.
The next question made Erik really hesitant. He clutched onto the bat harder, feeling his hands starting to ache from how tight he was holding it. How was he supposed to respond? He could be honest, but that would give her more information than he felt comfortable with. If he bluffed though, they could call him out on it and things could get messy really quickly. He really wasn't sure which was the better of two evils and he stayed quiet while trying to rack his brains for an answer of how to respond.
He never got a chance to come up with an answer due to his collar suddenly yelling in his ear. Erik jumped and his posture faltered for a moment. He certainly wasn't expecting that, and at a really bad moment as well that made him question how good his mentor was. What didn't help Erik was that not only was the information that he was giving him useless, but it was also agonizingly loud, meaning that everyone in the room could hear it, including the girl he was confronting.
Erik started to panic a little. What the hell was he supposed to do now? If the two of them had enough braincells together, they could tell from what Randall said that he was alone. He could feel himself slowly falling upon his back foot. The two of them were blocking the door, so it was going to be hard to just run away. As he looked around to try and find another way out, he heard another kid that was somewhat more familiar to him. Recognizing his voice, his head quickly swiveled towards the sight of James and a shotgun.
A shotgun.
The boy was casually walking around with a shotgun. Luckily, he was not hostile. He didn't want to go on a murderous rampage, which he could so very easily go on right now. Right now, the kid with the gun was the most dangerous person in the room and he needed to make sure that he was on his side.
"I don't want to fight if I don't have to." Erik called out towards him, making his intentions known to the entire room. "The two over there just want to find supplies." There was no need to give extra information. He didn't want to let loose with anything else. Erik started to take a few deep breaths. He needed to calm down. He could not panic. Not now.
As he and Regina walked into the Ice Palace, they almost immediately encountered another boy sitting at a table nearby. Near a cafe, it looked like. Tucker immediately looked the boy over for a bandanna, spotting a tan-colored one tied around his head. Tucker looked down at his own bandanna and sighed inwardly. Not brown enough to be his teammate.
Regina spoke up, and instantly the boy jumped up, clearly on-edge already. Thankfully he was armed with only a cricket bat, which probably wouldn't do much against Tucker's own huge knife and Regina's spear. Besides, they didn't want trouble. Tucker hoped that they'd just bypass the boy and go on about their business.
Suddenly another boy came along, this one toting around a shotgun. Tucker tensed up, though evidently the other boy didn't want trouble either, asking if they were all friendly. He eyed the black bandanna wrapped around his arm and shook his head slightly. Not his either.
Before he could speak up, the panicked Tan Team boy told the newcomer that he wasn't looking for trouble and that he and Regina were only looking for supplies. Looks like they were all on the same page then, to Tucker's relief. They were all still in a sort of grace period before the killing started, which he presumed would happen after the first announcement.
"Alright, none of us are hostile then," Tucker said loudly, hoping to defuse the situation. "I guess it all works out then. Me and Regina will just be going," He added, tugging on her arm as he spoke.
Regina spoke up, and instantly the boy jumped up, clearly on-edge already. Thankfully he was armed with only a cricket bat, which probably wouldn't do much against Tucker's own huge knife and Regina's spear. Besides, they didn't want trouble. Tucker hoped that they'd just bypass the boy and go on about their business.
Suddenly another boy came along, this one toting around a shotgun. Tucker tensed up, though evidently the other boy didn't want trouble either, asking if they were all friendly. He eyed the black bandanna wrapped around his arm and shook his head slightly. Not his either.
Before he could speak up, the panicked Tan Team boy told the newcomer that he wasn't looking for trouble and that he and Regina were only looking for supplies. Looks like they were all on the same page then, to Tucker's relief. They were all still in a sort of grace period before the killing started, which he presumed would happen after the first announcement.
"Alright, none of us are hostile then," Tucker said loudly, hoping to defuse the situation. "I guess it all works out then. Me and Regina will just be going," He added, tugging on her arm as he spoke.
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“Riiiight…” James said, with an awkward chuckle. “Sorry if, I uh, if I spooked you there. We’re all alright, here?” he continued, giving the two people he didn’t recognize a sizable berth between him and the door. “I uh… you see, this wouldn’t fit in my backpack comfortably, so I just decided to have this out.” It was, admittedly, no excuse to be carrying a shotgun in your hands.
You don’t say…
He looked around at the others.
He could really only recognize Erik. The other two probably weren't from Davison. He didn’t really know the dude; rather quiet, pretty agreeable. He didn’t seem to be antagonizing anyone, so that was a good start. After a cursory glance at everyone’s bandanas, nobody appeared to be on the same team as him. Kind of a bummer. He sat down at a nearby table, shotgun by his side aimed at the ground, and immediately felt relief from all that walking.
“Anyway… sorry for the scare. I uh… really stupid thing to do, I know.” James said with an apologetic tone. “I’m James, by the way. Uh, have a nice day you two.” He wondered what they must be thinking, with such a poor showing from him.
“Riiiight…” James said, with an awkward chuckle. “Sorry if, I uh, if I spooked you there. We’re all alright, here?” he continued, giving the two people he didn’t recognize a sizable berth between him and the door. “I uh… you see, this wouldn’t fit in my backpack comfortably, so I just decided to have this out.” It was, admittedly, no excuse to be carrying a shotgun in your hands.
You don’t say…
He looked around at the others.
He could really only recognize Erik. The other two probably weren't from Davison. He didn’t really know the dude; rather quiet, pretty agreeable. He didn’t seem to be antagonizing anyone, so that was a good start. After a cursory glance at everyone’s bandanas, nobody appeared to be on the same team as him. Kind of a bummer. He sat down at a nearby table, shotgun by his side aimed at the ground, and immediately felt relief from all that walking.
“Anyway… sorry for the scare. I uh… really stupid thing to do, I know.” James said with an apologetic tone. “I’m James, by the way. Uh, have a nice day you two.” He wondered what they must be thinking, with such a poor showing from him.
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A voice quietly whispers from James' collar.
"Hey there, James. You're looking a bit nervous over here, but don't you worry. Right now, you have the upper hand with your FABARM. Don't be afraid to show people who's boss, especially since they might be afraid of you later on. After all, one of your teammates scored the first kill already."
"Hey there, James. You're looking a bit nervous over here, but don't you worry. Right now, you have the upper hand with your FABARM. Don't be afraid to show people who's boss, especially since they might be afraid of you later on. After all, one of your teammates scored the first kill already."
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Of all the situations she had found herself imagining since she had woken up, since the game had begun, one quite so sedate had not occurred to her. There would be lulls, and moments of reflection – though not regret if she could help it. This, however, was a crossroads; multiple opportunities were presenting themselves, and try as Regina might she could not instantly assess what would be the best option.
Neither of the boys that they had been introduced to since entering the Ice Palace had given their names, but Tucker had used hers – which meant that they already had an advantage over her that she could not remedy without staying. With that came the risk of exposing more of her plans and motivations than was safe – everything relied on a measure of distance. Staying was safe – they could talk for hours between them – establish a rapport, understand what their goals were and try and suss out how they would play the game. They would – everyone did in the end, one way or another even if playing did not necessarily translate to active murder or harm for one reason or another. Trying to escape, forming a group of friends for protection’s sake, or allying yourself with the first strangers you meet in the hope of creating a bond that would outlast the chaos that was to come.
The first thing she really wanted to say was to tell the boy with the baseball bat that God was not the best person to be relying on, or the Mentor that had no idea what it was like to be in this situation. None of them, no matter how well-intentioned or prepared, could appreciate the unique, breath-taking mixture of determination, fear and devastation at realising that not only were you not going to live beyond the next, but that you would have to kill strangers and friends alike to get there. Basically, Regina wanted to tell him to tell his Mentor to go fuck themselves.
But that would help him – that would give calm and focus to someone who was already an adversary by virtue of incorrectly coloured fabric. She had already extended the hand of friendship, however temporarily, to Tucker, and neither of these two strangers would bear her any ill will for carrying on their way without promise of help or protection. And if things turned sour, stranger number two had a weapon that could-
Tucker, despite his reasons, had made a good call. He pulled, and Regina went along as fluidly as she could manage. The wish to hope any of them have a ‘nice day’ here? As whimsical as the desire not to kill anyone and preserving innocence. No one kept that here – it was either taken or wilfully tossed aside for the ultimate goal in mind. “Yeah, you too,” she replied to James, careful to keep the tone guarded, unfamiliar – later they might meet under less favourable circumstances. A moment later she was regarding the cautious – and rightly so – baseball bat possessing larger teenager, assessing him with slightly more concern. He had tried to retreat, whereas the newcomer had fallen straight into a false sense of security because everyone said they were not trying to murder each other. “Good luck, to both of you.”
Again Regina bit her tongue to tell him that did not mean that no one here was thinking about it, even if not now. “Let’s go,” she said to Tucker quietly, careful not to use his name and already preparing to tell him never to use hers again at a volume that others could overhear. “Plan B.” Look for a chalet and secure it for the night.
Neither of the boys that they had been introduced to since entering the Ice Palace had given their names, but Tucker had used hers – which meant that they already had an advantage over her that she could not remedy without staying. With that came the risk of exposing more of her plans and motivations than was safe – everything relied on a measure of distance. Staying was safe – they could talk for hours between them – establish a rapport, understand what their goals were and try and suss out how they would play the game. They would – everyone did in the end, one way or another even if playing did not necessarily translate to active murder or harm for one reason or another. Trying to escape, forming a group of friends for protection’s sake, or allying yourself with the first strangers you meet in the hope of creating a bond that would outlast the chaos that was to come.
The first thing she really wanted to say was to tell the boy with the baseball bat that God was not the best person to be relying on, or the Mentor that had no idea what it was like to be in this situation. None of them, no matter how well-intentioned or prepared, could appreciate the unique, breath-taking mixture of determination, fear and devastation at realising that not only were you not going to live beyond the next, but that you would have to kill strangers and friends alike to get there. Basically, Regina wanted to tell him to tell his Mentor to go fuck themselves.
But that would help him – that would give calm and focus to someone who was already an adversary by virtue of incorrectly coloured fabric. She had already extended the hand of friendship, however temporarily, to Tucker, and neither of these two strangers would bear her any ill will for carrying on their way without promise of help or protection. And if things turned sour, stranger number two had a weapon that could-
Tucker, despite his reasons, had made a good call. He pulled, and Regina went along as fluidly as she could manage. The wish to hope any of them have a ‘nice day’ here? As whimsical as the desire not to kill anyone and preserving innocence. No one kept that here – it was either taken or wilfully tossed aside for the ultimate goal in mind. “Yeah, you too,” she replied to James, careful to keep the tone guarded, unfamiliar – later they might meet under less favourable circumstances. A moment later she was regarding the cautious – and rightly so – baseball bat possessing larger teenager, assessing him with slightly more concern. He had tried to retreat, whereas the newcomer had fallen straight into a false sense of security because everyone said they were not trying to murder each other. “Good luck, to both of you.”
Again Regina bit her tongue to tell him that did not mean that no one here was thinking about it, even if not now. “Let’s go,” she said to Tucker quietly, careful not to use his name and already preparing to tell him never to use hers again at a volume that others could overhear. “Plan B.” Look for a chalet and secure it for the night.
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Everyone seemed to not want to kill each other immediately. That was nice. Erik still didn't let his guard down though. He had the disadvantage on both sides, with one group having two people and the other kid having a gun. Erik knew that Survival of the Fittest wasn't the best place to grow complacent. He hoped the situation could blow over and he could just continue to hide out in here. At least up until the danger zones meant that he had to move away from the area.
Erik decided to move towards James. At least he was from Davidson. While looking at his bandanna and realizing they weren't on the same team, that didn't mean they couldn't be temporary allies. It would mean that he would be friends with someone who had a gun, probably one of the strongest weapons in the game. Not having a target on him from a person with that power was going to be helpful in the long run at the very least.
It seemed like the other two were going, which was nice to know. It meant less tension floating about. He could relax a bit, but he had to tell himself that he couldn't let his guard down. For all he knew, it could just be an act. A part of him had to doubt it though, considering that James had a shotgun that could easily kill all three of them if he felt like it.
"Good luck to you too." He called out to the other two, his eyes trailing them to double check that they did leave. He had to tell himself to do these things. He couldn't die due to him being careless. After a while, he decided to turn most of his attention to James. Let's hope he would be willing to talk.
"It's cool James. Just be careful with it." Erik told him, giving him a friendly smile as he sat in one of the chairs somewhat close to him. He noticed how the gun was rested next to the boy. If he wanted to be aggressive and steal the weapon off him, he could probably do that quite easily. It would have to mean expending some of his energy on a risk that could go bad very easily. So he forwent that idea. At least for now.
He kept a hold of his weapon in his lap, his hands resting on the handle of the bat. He wanted to make sure he had easy access to it. Luckily, his strength meant that he was able to wield the bat somewhat deftly. It still felt clunky and he wouldn't be able to do anything more advanced that swings, but at least it didn't take a long time for him to swing the bat.
"What do you plan on doing now?" Erik asked, his eyes occasionally flickering to the weapon. He didn't want the other boy to know how he felt, so he tried to maintain a straight, impassive face. He composed himself by taking a few silent breaths and trying to put control of the current situation within his hands.
Erik decided to move towards James. At least he was from Davidson. While looking at his bandanna and realizing they weren't on the same team, that didn't mean they couldn't be temporary allies. It would mean that he would be friends with someone who had a gun, probably one of the strongest weapons in the game. Not having a target on him from a person with that power was going to be helpful in the long run at the very least.
It seemed like the other two were going, which was nice to know. It meant less tension floating about. He could relax a bit, but he had to tell himself that he couldn't let his guard down. For all he knew, it could just be an act. A part of him had to doubt it though, considering that James had a shotgun that could easily kill all three of them if he felt like it.
"Good luck to you too." He called out to the other two, his eyes trailing them to double check that they did leave. He had to tell himself to do these things. He couldn't die due to him being careless. After a while, he decided to turn most of his attention to James. Let's hope he would be willing to talk.
"It's cool James. Just be careful with it." Erik told him, giving him a friendly smile as he sat in one of the chairs somewhat close to him. He noticed how the gun was rested next to the boy. If he wanted to be aggressive and steal the weapon off him, he could probably do that quite easily. It would have to mean expending some of his energy on a risk that could go bad very easily. So he forwent that idea. At least for now.
He kept a hold of his weapon in his lap, his hands resting on the handle of the bat. He wanted to make sure he had easy access to it. Luckily, his strength meant that he was able to wield the bat somewhat deftly. It still felt clunky and he wouldn't be able to do anything more advanced that swings, but at least it didn't take a long time for him to swing the bat.
"What do you plan on doing now?" Erik asked, his eyes occasionally flickering to the weapon. He didn't want the other boy to know how he felt, so he tried to maintain a straight, impassive face. He composed himself by taking a few silent breaths and trying to put control of the current situation within his hands.
Mr. Black Team over there seemed to let them go peacefully, bidding them farewell and a nice day. Tucker returned the favor with a quick "Same to ya," in unison with Regina's own comment before the two of them began to walk off. The other boys seemed to be getting along, though again, neither of them seemed to be on the same team. Tucker quietly thanked God for his placement in TV with teams going. If there weren't any teammates he could trust, he didn't know what he'd do.
Tucker was contemplating searching the rest of the Ice Palace before Regina quietly urged their departure. Almost immediately he reacted negatively, internally refusing her retreat. There was absolutely no way they could leave the place now. Some valuable stuff could be lying around, and they weren't going to leave because of one friendly kid who could potentially go crazy with a shotgun. While it was certainly dangerous, there was a grace period for now; last season had only one kill on the first day, and it only escalated from there. He hoped that it was the same this season, or at least that the other boy was exceptionally friendly. If he was asking for friendlies, then he probably wouldn't be shooting people up. Could be a ruse, but to be honest the boy didn't seem like much of a schemer.
He turned to Regina incredulously. "What? No way," He whispered back indignantly, making sure he was out of the others' earshot. "I doubt he'll shoot, if that's what you're worried about. If we're going to leave, we should at least check this place quickly." She seemed to have a Plan B, though they could easily go through with that later. To be quite honest he didn't know what her 'Plan B' was, but Tucker would ask later. For now he wanted to scout.
"Okay?"
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Tucker was contemplating searching the rest of the Ice Palace before Regina quietly urged their departure. Almost immediately he reacted negatively, internally refusing her retreat. There was absolutely no way they could leave the place now. Some valuable stuff could be lying around, and they weren't going to leave because of one friendly kid who could potentially go crazy with a shotgun. While it was certainly dangerous, there was a grace period for now; last season had only one kill on the first day, and it only escalated from there. He hoped that it was the same this season, or at least that the other boy was exceptionally friendly. If he was asking for friendlies, then he probably wouldn't be shooting people up. Could be a ruse, but to be honest the boy didn't seem like much of a schemer.
He turned to Regina incredulously. "What? No way," He whispered back indignantly, making sure he was out of the others' earshot. "I doubt he'll shoot, if that's what you're worried about. If we're going to leave, we should at least check this place quickly." She seemed to have a Plan B, though they could easily go through with that later. To be quite honest he didn't know what her 'Plan B' was, but Tucker would ask later. For now he wanted to scout.
"Okay?"
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“Thanks for understanding”, James said.
“Hey there, James.”
“What?”
He looked around for a fraction of a second, before realizing that the voice belonged to his own collar and was, in fact, an adult woman’s.
“You’re looking a bit nervous over there, but don’t you worry. Right now, you have the upper hand with your FABARM. Don’t be afraid to show people who’s boss, especially since they might be afraid of you later on.”
Intimidation doesn’t work when the goal is to be the last team standing. Even he knew that.
“After all, one of your teammates scored the first kill already.”
That last bit hung in James’ head for a while. Someone on his team had made the first kill? He knew that, from a gameplay perspective, this was a good thing but it did little to comfort him. Instead, he murmured in disbelief. “... already? You… you can’t be serious.” were the only words that came to his mind. He wondered for a few moments who did this and under what circumstances, and then, in realizing this was futile, turned his attention back to Erik who was speaking to him about what his plan was.
“I never really thought of it,” James said with a furrowed brow. “Call me stupid, but I’ve just been trying not to. Doesn’t look like I can do that now, though.” James wasn’t too sure if anyone else had actually heard what his mentor said. Great. Now he seemed even less trustworthy to the others. The wording of his last sentence didn't help either. It didn’t look like anyone was showing any outward signs of distrust, though, so he tried to keep calm about this. James took a few breaths.
“Thanks for understanding”, James said.
“Hey there, James.”
“What?”
He looked around for a fraction of a second, before realizing that the voice belonged to his own collar and was, in fact, an adult woman’s.
“You’re looking a bit nervous over there, but don’t you worry. Right now, you have the upper hand with your FABARM. Don’t be afraid to show people who’s boss, especially since they might be afraid of you later on.”
Intimidation doesn’t work when the goal is to be the last team standing. Even he knew that.
“After all, one of your teammates scored the first kill already.”
That last bit hung in James’ head for a while. Someone on his team had made the first kill? He knew that, from a gameplay perspective, this was a good thing but it did little to comfort him. Instead, he murmured in disbelief. “... already? You… you can’t be serious.” were the only words that came to his mind. He wondered for a few moments who did this and under what circumstances, and then, in realizing this was futile, turned his attention back to Erik who was speaking to him about what his plan was.
“I never really thought of it,” James said with a furrowed brow. “Call me stupid, but I’ve just been trying not to. Doesn’t look like I can do that now, though.” James wasn’t too sure if anyone else had actually heard what his mentor said. Great. Now he seemed even less trustworthy to the others. The wording of his last sentence didn't help either. It didn’t look like anyone was showing any outward signs of distrust, though, so he tried to keep calm about this. James took a few breaths.
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Tucker’s initial whisper, in normal circumstances, would not have made Regina hesitate. She knew that a lot of her life choices, whilst fun, were not typically the soundest, and the last to admit that to anyone but herself – possibly Douglas. But unlike the protestations that she was used to hearing, he had carried on beyond explaining that what she was thinking was unwise to give decent reasoning without her developing any real desire to defend herself. He said his piece, and then suggested that they carry on with the plan as decided and not concern themselves with one guy who had stated at least twice his intention not to shoot anyone. Well, not today. That might change in two minutes, two hours or a day but Tucker was right. They had to take advantage of the situations that presented themselves, rather than being too cautious through over-planning and setting th- herself at a disadvantage.
They were still standing off to the side from the main entrance to the Ice Palace, not quite gone but dismissed by the others competitors who were chatting across the room across a few tables. Not entirely comfortable but able to appreciate the wisdom in taking the reasonable risk alongside the potential success of scouring the kitchen for something that they could use to bolster Tucker’s meagre supplies, Regina nodded once and began to head past the tables without another word spoken between them.
Once upon a time she imagined this place had been filled with fascinated tourists. It had been impossible not to notice the appealing, if tacky, gimmick of a constructed ice palace in a beach resort. Money carefully saved up, time taken off work for a break from working hard – it was the sort of place Regina imagined her dad might have visited in his retirement – just because.
“Quick might not be an option, but we can’t…” The harsh, clipped tone to Regina’s voice got lost as she trailed off, peeking into a room with its door slightly ajar, listening for movement. “… forget that everyone here, even those two, are either going to kill or be killed before the week is through. That includes us, and statistics tend to state that kids who are given guns in this game and are not willing to use them are more likely to kill themselves or people around them.”
Better the weapon be in the hands of someone like her? Regina dismissed the thought immediately; barely five foot four and slight, simply firing the gun would send her flying, let alone the damage it might do to her shoulder. Then again, no one said she had to fire it. “Because they won’t learn to use it, or will be afraid to.” Another look into another empty-looking room, but Regina did not relax. She could not afford to, especially not around Tucker. Once he had been a friend, and she was helping him find his feet and some replace supplies out of respect for that friendship as much as for her own benefit. But at the end of the day, he was going to end up on the opposite side.
“I just didn’t want to be around if that happened sooner rather than later, but this is our plan and we ought to stick to it. If there’s anything I’ve learnt from watching countless reruns and analysing the shit out of these shows on a weekly basis, it is that those who have structure in their minds are more likely to survive long enough to be able to believe they can win.”
The corridor they had started down, the main entrance conveniently ajar, appeared to be a staff area. Less stylised in decoration but of similar colours, Regina could tell that if there was going to be anything of use, it would be back here. Stepping down off the metaphorical pontification podium she regarded Tucker, judging him as much as assessing him as a threat in the same moment. Someone to watch out for in both senses of the word for now. “Kitchen’s prolly a little further down this way, you think?”
They were still standing off to the side from the main entrance to the Ice Palace, not quite gone but dismissed by the others competitors who were chatting across the room across a few tables. Not entirely comfortable but able to appreciate the wisdom in taking the reasonable risk alongside the potential success of scouring the kitchen for something that they could use to bolster Tucker’s meagre supplies, Regina nodded once and began to head past the tables without another word spoken between them.
Once upon a time she imagined this place had been filled with fascinated tourists. It had been impossible not to notice the appealing, if tacky, gimmick of a constructed ice palace in a beach resort. Money carefully saved up, time taken off work for a break from working hard – it was the sort of place Regina imagined her dad might have visited in his retirement – just because.
“Quick might not be an option, but we can’t…” The harsh, clipped tone to Regina’s voice got lost as she trailed off, peeking into a room with its door slightly ajar, listening for movement. “… forget that everyone here, even those two, are either going to kill or be killed before the week is through. That includes us, and statistics tend to state that kids who are given guns in this game and are not willing to use them are more likely to kill themselves or people around them.”
Better the weapon be in the hands of someone like her? Regina dismissed the thought immediately; barely five foot four and slight, simply firing the gun would send her flying, let alone the damage it might do to her shoulder. Then again, no one said she had to fire it. “Because they won’t learn to use it, or will be afraid to.” Another look into another empty-looking room, but Regina did not relax. She could not afford to, especially not around Tucker. Once he had been a friend, and she was helping him find his feet and some replace supplies out of respect for that friendship as much as for her own benefit. But at the end of the day, he was going to end up on the opposite side.
“I just didn’t want to be around if that happened sooner rather than later, but this is our plan and we ought to stick to it. If there’s anything I’ve learnt from watching countless reruns and analysing the shit out of these shows on a weekly basis, it is that those who have structure in their minds are more likely to survive long enough to be able to believe they can win.”
The corridor they had started down, the main entrance conveniently ajar, appeared to be a staff area. Less stylised in decoration but of similar colours, Regina could tell that if there was going to be anything of use, it would be back here. Stepping down off the metaphorical pontification podium she regarded Tucker, judging him as much as assessing him as a threat in the same moment. Someone to watch out for in both senses of the word for now. “Kitchen’s prolly a little further down this way, you think?”
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When Erik looked at James, he could tell that something was up. There seemed to be something up, but Erik wasn't sure what it was though. It could just be the game. Being thrown into such a scenario without much time to take it in could be overwhelming to most people. Erik was still reeling from the prospects of a killing game since most of his encounters had been peaceful so far.
Erik continued to observe James as he responded, making sure to take in everything he said. Erik did sort of think not having a plan made some sense. After all, he probably only recently woke up into the game. The issue was that as Erik listened to the words, he got a bit confused. He stayed quiet for a moment, making sure to keep his eyes on James.
He couldn't do that anymore. From how the sentence was phrased, could it be possible that he was talking about plans? If he was trying not to up until this moment, that must have meant something had changed. Thinking about what had happened now, Erik didn't really know any reason why his mentality would've changed from the interaction they just had. Nothing happened. The issue was resolved peacefully and without any conflict. Why the heck would that change anything?
"Has something happened?" Erik asked James, his focus shifting between what the boy had to say and his gun. He had to be prepared to react on instinct. He needed to be prepared for the situation that James's possible plan could involve killing. He tried to do it subtly though, not wanting the other boy to catch onto his thoughts.
Erik continued to observe James as he responded, making sure to take in everything he said. Erik did sort of think not having a plan made some sense. After all, he probably only recently woke up into the game. The issue was that as Erik listened to the words, he got a bit confused. He stayed quiet for a moment, making sure to keep his eyes on James.
He couldn't do that anymore. From how the sentence was phrased, could it be possible that he was talking about plans? If he was trying not to up until this moment, that must have meant something had changed. Thinking about what had happened now, Erik didn't really know any reason why his mentality would've changed from the interaction they just had. Nothing happened. The issue was resolved peacefully and without any conflict. Why the heck would that change anything?
"Has something happened?" Erik asked James, his focus shifting between what the boy had to say and his gun. He had to be prepared to react on instinct. He needed to be prepared for the situation that James's possible plan could involve killing. He tried to do it subtly though, not wanting the other boy to catch onto his thoughts.