((B01-Glen Bole-Start!))
The old lighthouse on the island the Colehurst students had been dropped onto was normally a quiet, rather serene place, with the only sound one being able to hear being the waves, or the cawing of birds. For the fifteen minutes since Glen Bole woke up, however, that serenity had been completely shattered, and instead replaced with a loud string of curses, insults and general yells of frustrations. Occasionally, there would be a brief pause, then a metallic clang followed by more yelling, this time more out of pain than anger.
Now, Glen was sitting at the very top, leaning back against one metal wall, and nursing his fist where he’d hit said wall in anger. He wanted to yell some more, but he couldn’t see that really achieving much, and his voice had grown hoarse from the previous bout of shouting. Instead, he settled for croaking out “God, this is some bullshit…”
Glen had initially thought the whole thing was a joke when the guys came onto the bus. Some stupid prank or something, just to delay them from getting to the park, not that Glen really cared either way. Theme parks weren’t exactly his thing; then again, being placed on a murder island wasn’t his thing at all. Anyway, when Kiel (who had been a complete dickhead and deserved what had come to him) stood up, Glen was pretty much 100% certain it was a joke.
Even when the man who called himself Victor Danya pulled out a horribly realistic looking gun, and shot Kiel in front of Glen, he still held on to the belief that it was all an incredibly detailed, realistic prank.
But now he found himself here, on an island, a bag with “B01” stencilled onto the side, with nowhere to go. He’d already checked the telescope; there were no boats or anything that could help them escape. It was then that he knew that this shit was for real. No-one would carry out a joke this far; they’d get arrested for sure. The only people who would were the sort of people who’d continue it, turn the whole thing into some deadly game. And, oh look, here Glen was. In a game of death. Funny.
Glen leaned back, clunking his head against the metal wall. This, as he’d said earlier, was bullshit. He didn’t exactly want to admit it, but he knew he wasn’t the most popular guy at school. There were sure to be people gunning for him. But the question remained, the question Danya had given them; would he be gunning for them as well?
Guess only time’ll tell…
Glen stood up, stretched himself out, then opened the bag in front of him. There wasn’t much in there. There was a small amount of food, a first aid kit, a collection of pathfinding stuff, and a flashlight. Glen frowned at the small collection of items. Surely there was supposed to be a weapon or something? Something to defend himself with? Danya couldn’t expect them to fight each other with their bare hands, could he?
Frustrated, Glen picked the bag up and turned it over, seeing whether anything fell out. The only things that did were a few crumbs and a small, crumpled piece of paper. Glen grabbed it out of the air, seeing that there was writing on one side. Hastily scribbled at the top and underlined were the words “Instruction Manual”. Underneath, in equally hasty looking writing, was a small paragraph.
“Remember: the small lenses are where you put your eyes. You can turn the dial to adjust the distance. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to work that out for yourself, B01, so I’m sure this’ll prove helpful.”
Glen read the note, then re-read it, then looked at the pile on the floor, at the binoculars he’d thought went with the compass and map. That was it. That was his fucking weapon. A pair of goddamn binoculars. So, what? He could look closer at the person who was about to shoot him in the face with the actual fucking weapon they’d been given? Glen screwed the note up, hurling it away, before kicking out at the wall and yelling “Well, Fan-Fucking-TASTIC!”
Yep. Complete bullshit.
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((G-07 - Anna Kateridge: Begins))
"So I guess this is the lighthouse."
Anna looked up from her map to the towering...tower, standing against the rocks. It was a different place, this lighthouse. It wasn't like where she woke up, the jungle. There was no sense of familiarity here, nothing to reassure her that everything was going to be alright. Then again, she wasn't sure whether or not she had that in the first place.
Like most of her peers had likely done, the thought of how exactly they were going to get out of this game without taking part had been fleeting. She didn't feel like entertaining the possibility of crossing her moral boundaries just yet. Killing, at least in her mind, was still a few miles off, and she hadn't even started to run yet.
Well, in the metaphorical sense. She'd done quite a bit of running to get to where she was.
Anna contemplated on the way chucking away some of the extra baggage she'd packed for the park, because right now it was like she was shouldering a toolbox rather than her backpack. Of course her own bag, which she had yet to open, was just as awkward to carry at the same time, so there was no escaping that. But she couldn't quite do that right now, not while the sentimentality of the things weighing down her back being the very last things she would own still meant something to her.
But enough of that. It looked like someone was still here. Well, still here as in they just as easily could have woken up inside and didn't feel like leaving (it was a pretty nifty location, when one thinks about it more than they do). Still here nonetheless. A boy, from the looks of it, who resembled someone she knew of on the basketball team. That might have been because he was. He certainly seemed to be swearing enough to be part of any sporting team.
I wonder if he's the type who would shelter someone without any.
...It's possible. I mean just because he swears it doesn't mean he's unintelligent.
...well, it doesn't mean he's a bad person.
...as far as I know.
This feels weird.
Shouldn't I be saying something?
"Not yet, I don't think he can hear me. At least I don't think he can. This would be trouble to explain if he can," Anna suddenly spurted out to nobody in particular. She lifted her gaze up to the boy sulking around the railing of the upper deck, where she hoped he was still hanging around and not about to kill her or anything. If he was, she felt the need to give herself better last words.
But she wasn't dead yet, so she looked up to the top of the lighthouse where the boy was still occupied with having kicked the wall. Anna raised her free hand and gave it a little wave to the boy at the top of the lighthouse.
"So I guess this is the lighthouse."
Anna looked up from her map to the towering...tower, standing against the rocks. It was a different place, this lighthouse. It wasn't like where she woke up, the jungle. There was no sense of familiarity here, nothing to reassure her that everything was going to be alright. Then again, she wasn't sure whether or not she had that in the first place.
Like most of her peers had likely done, the thought of how exactly they were going to get out of this game without taking part had been fleeting. She didn't feel like entertaining the possibility of crossing her moral boundaries just yet. Killing, at least in her mind, was still a few miles off, and she hadn't even started to run yet.
Well, in the metaphorical sense. She'd done quite a bit of running to get to where she was.
Anna contemplated on the way chucking away some of the extra baggage she'd packed for the park, because right now it was like she was shouldering a toolbox rather than her backpack. Of course her own bag, which she had yet to open, was just as awkward to carry at the same time, so there was no escaping that. But she couldn't quite do that right now, not while the sentimentality of the things weighing down her back being the very last things she would own still meant something to her.
But enough of that. It looked like someone was still here. Well, still here as in they just as easily could have woken up inside and didn't feel like leaving (it was a pretty nifty location, when one thinks about it more than they do). Still here nonetheless. A boy, from the looks of it, who resembled someone she knew of on the basketball team. That might have been because he was. He certainly seemed to be swearing enough to be part of any sporting team.
I wonder if he's the type who would shelter someone without any.
...It's possible. I mean just because he swears it doesn't mean he's unintelligent.
...well, it doesn't mean he's a bad person.
...as far as I know.
This feels weird.
Shouldn't I be saying something?
"Not yet, I don't think he can hear me. At least I don't think he can. This would be trouble to explain if he can," Anna suddenly spurted out to nobody in particular. She lifted her gaze up to the boy sulking around the railing of the upper deck, where she hoped he was still hanging around and not about to kill her or anything. If he was, she felt the need to give herself better last words.
But she wasn't dead yet, so she looked up to the top of the lighthouse where the boy was still occupied with having kicked the wall. Anna raised her free hand and gave it a little wave to the boy at the top of the lighthouse.
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(B07: Ben Latimer START)
Holy crap. No way. This could not be happening to him. Who would kidnap a bus of kids from Colehurst? Sure they weren't a great school but they didn't suck either. Or maybe it wasn't like that. The fat guy had said...nope he hadn't given a reason for any of it, to what Ben remembered. Really, the fat guy? Pot meet kettle, dude. A pause. Well I really need to lose weight! Don't wanna be part of that fat club!
He let out a soft chuckle at his own internal joke. That probably wasn't a good thing, laughing at his own jokes. But so what? It was funny and that's what mattered. So seriously, what kind of bastard, weight didn't matter, would kidnap them? He really wondered what made people do stuff like that sometimes.
Not to mention the U.S military would be on him in a matter of hours, right? Wait, if rescue was attempted collars would be blown. Gulp. He looked at the trees around him. And maybe they weren't so close to the U.S as he had originally thought.
He stood up. A tower, no a lighthouse, that's what it was. Got some light in da house! He made his way through the remaining trees, having made sure to put the backpack on, he'd check it out in a bit. First the lighthouse.
She spotted a girl waving up towards the top of the lighthouse. Wait. He recognized her of course, Anna Kateridge. She was a lot richer than he was, but plenty of people were, so no biggie, right? "Hey! What's up with this bull anyhow?" Don't wanna think about how they had been told to kill each other. Maybe they could just chill for awhile, and yeah. Let the violence happen somewhere else before some special forces group sneaked on in and deactivated the collars or whatever.
It was a nice plan.
Holy crap. No way. This could not be happening to him. Who would kidnap a bus of kids from Colehurst? Sure they weren't a great school but they didn't suck either. Or maybe it wasn't like that. The fat guy had said...nope he hadn't given a reason for any of it, to what Ben remembered. Really, the fat guy? Pot meet kettle, dude. A pause. Well I really need to lose weight! Don't wanna be part of that fat club!
He let out a soft chuckle at his own internal joke. That probably wasn't a good thing, laughing at his own jokes. But so what? It was funny and that's what mattered. So seriously, what kind of bastard, weight didn't matter, would kidnap them? He really wondered what made people do stuff like that sometimes.
Not to mention the U.S military would be on him in a matter of hours, right? Wait, if rescue was attempted collars would be blown. Gulp. He looked at the trees around him. And maybe they weren't so close to the U.S as he had originally thought.
He stood up. A tower, no a lighthouse, that's what it was. Got some light in da house! He made his way through the remaining trees, having made sure to put the backpack on, he'd check it out in a bit. First the lighthouse.
She spotted a girl waving up towards the top of the lighthouse. Wait. He recognized her of course, Anna Kateridge. She was a lot richer than he was, but plenty of people were, so no biggie, right? "Hey! What's up with this bull anyhow?" Don't wanna think about how they had been told to kill each other. Maybe they could just chill for awhile, and yeah. Let the violence happen somewhere else before some special forces group sneaked on in and deactivated the collars or whatever.
It was a nice plan.
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It turned out that kicking metal walls was just as bad an idea as punching them. Glen repressed another yell of agony, instead making a “Ffffffffffff-“noise through his lips. So, Glen had managed to injure himself in the first fifteen or so minutes of the game, and he hadn’t even met anyone yet. His chances for survival were decreasing every second.
There wasn’t much for the lighthouse to offer Glen, asides from more injuries. The decoration was sparse, and there was nothing inside that could be used as a decent weapon. Hell, even though it was indoors, the place still wouldn’t be a particularly cosy place to spend the night in. Glen prepared to go down the spiral stairs, when he idly looked over the iron railings. There was a girl there, looking up at the top of the lighthouse. Okay, whoa, how long’s she been there? How didn’t I notice her before?
The girl seemed to have noticed that Glen had noticed her, and gave a small wave. Glen wasn’t the waving sort, but even if he was, he wouldn’t have returned the wave. He had no idea who the girl actually was from the height he was at. For all he knew, it was someone like Sidney who still held a grudge because she was a stupid bitch and she just couldn’t admit it.
An idea suddenly struck Glen. He strode over to the pile of stuff from his bag, hoping the girl wouldn’t leave. He picked up the binoculars and looped the strap over his head. Wow, I guess this shit isn’t going to be as utterly useless as I first thought.
Walking back over to the railings, Glen could see that another person had joined the girl, a boy this time. He didn’t know whether he’d just stumbled upon them by chance, or whether he’d been following the girl. He didn’t much care either way, but he could certainly find out who the guy was. Glen put the binoculars to his eyes and looked down at the two.
Well, that’s… kinda shitty, actually…
Neither of the two were people Glen had really been hoping for. Anna Kateridge was a rich girl who seemed to simply drift through life, and Benjamin Latimer, a class clown type guy who Glen thought of as either pretty funny or annoying as shit, depending on his mood. Neither of them were the sort of people Glen would hang around with-well, Ben potentially, but definitely not Anna-and neither of them would be much help in a fight.
Still, Glen knew that his chances of survival would be larger if he stuck together with a group. They’d be able to help each other, alert each other to things. If worst came to the worst, they could always be used as decoys or meatshields. Glen lowered the binoculars, and raised his arm. It wasn’t quite a wave. More Glen just raised his hand as if he was going to wave but forgot the waving part. He hoped the meaning would be clear. If it wasn’t though, it was no skin of his nose. Glen was sure that he’d be able to survive on his own, weapon or no weapon. Just in case, he shouted down to them. “Hey! Come on up, if you want!”
There wasn’t much for the lighthouse to offer Glen, asides from more injuries. The decoration was sparse, and there was nothing inside that could be used as a decent weapon. Hell, even though it was indoors, the place still wouldn’t be a particularly cosy place to spend the night in. Glen prepared to go down the spiral stairs, when he idly looked over the iron railings. There was a girl there, looking up at the top of the lighthouse. Okay, whoa, how long’s she been there? How didn’t I notice her before?
The girl seemed to have noticed that Glen had noticed her, and gave a small wave. Glen wasn’t the waving sort, but even if he was, he wouldn’t have returned the wave. He had no idea who the girl actually was from the height he was at. For all he knew, it was someone like Sidney who still held a grudge because she was a stupid bitch and she just couldn’t admit it.
An idea suddenly struck Glen. He strode over to the pile of stuff from his bag, hoping the girl wouldn’t leave. He picked up the binoculars and looped the strap over his head. Wow, I guess this shit isn’t going to be as utterly useless as I first thought.
Walking back over to the railings, Glen could see that another person had joined the girl, a boy this time. He didn’t know whether he’d just stumbled upon them by chance, or whether he’d been following the girl. He didn’t much care either way, but he could certainly find out who the guy was. Glen put the binoculars to his eyes and looked down at the two.
Well, that’s… kinda shitty, actually…
Neither of the two were people Glen had really been hoping for. Anna Kateridge was a rich girl who seemed to simply drift through life, and Benjamin Latimer, a class clown type guy who Glen thought of as either pretty funny or annoying as shit, depending on his mood. Neither of them were the sort of people Glen would hang around with-well, Ben potentially, but definitely not Anna-and neither of them would be much help in a fight.
Still, Glen knew that his chances of survival would be larger if he stuck together with a group. They’d be able to help each other, alert each other to things. If worst came to the worst, they could always be used as decoys or meatshields. Glen lowered the binoculars, and raised his arm. It wasn’t quite a wave. More Glen just raised his hand as if he was going to wave but forgot the waving part. He hoped the meaning would be clear. If it wasn’t though, it was no skin of his nose. Glen was sure that he’d be able to survive on his own, weapon or no weapon. Just in case, he shouted down to them. “Hey! Come on up, if you want!”
As the boy up top seemed to notice Anna (at least that's what it looked like, what with him looking right at her and everything), she heard a rustling behind her in the jungle brush. She glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see one of her fellow students while really hoping it was a guy with a production crew, who would suddenly yell "Smile, you're on Candid Camera!". Not that she ever watched that show, but she had a feeling she knew people who did.
Class clown Benjamin came out instead. Heh, wording. He wanted to know, in his words 'what was up with this bull'. Bull? Was there a rampaging animal going bonkers somewhere across the island where Anna and most of her peers were being forced into death? That wasn't going to do at all. Unless he was being colloquial. Of course he was being colloquial. What was she being?
Anna's eyes fluttered towards the other boy, trying to think of an answer.
"I...don't know. I think we're supposed to kill each other," Anna started, before glancing away "Of course I really don't feel like doing that, so I think instead we're supposed to wait for someone to actually come and find us and put a stop to it. That's supposing this isn't some kind of elaborate, and I do mean elaborate, prank on us. Of course if it was a prank we probably wouldn't be given real actual things like...uh, guns and stuff."
She looked back at Benjamin.
"Of course I don't know if we actually did get any guns, have you checked your bag yet? I haven't, I've been kind of occupied. Did you know there was a lighthouse here? Wait, of course there's a lighthouse here, I mean-I mean there's some guy up there."
She pointed up to the outer ring of the lighthouse's upper level, where the boy seemed to be spying on them through a pair of binoculars or something else. Anna looked right back at him. Could her gaze pierce right through those lenses? No idea.
Oh look, he was waving them in. Come on in if you want, he said. Come on up.
Well, Anna wasn't waiting around. She looked up at him, smiled, nodded, and walked over to the lighthouse door.
Class clown Benjamin came out instead. Heh, wording. He wanted to know, in his words 'what was up with this bull'. Bull? Was there a rampaging animal going bonkers somewhere across the island where Anna and most of her peers were being forced into death? That wasn't going to do at all. Unless he was being colloquial. Of course he was being colloquial. What was she being?
Anna's eyes fluttered towards the other boy, trying to think of an answer.
"I...don't know. I think we're supposed to kill each other," Anna started, before glancing away "Of course I really don't feel like doing that, so I think instead we're supposed to wait for someone to actually come and find us and put a stop to it. That's supposing this isn't some kind of elaborate, and I do mean elaborate, prank on us. Of course if it was a prank we probably wouldn't be given real actual things like...uh, guns and stuff."
She looked back at Benjamin.
"Of course I don't know if we actually did get any guns, have you checked your bag yet? I haven't, I've been kind of occupied. Did you know there was a lighthouse here? Wait, of course there's a lighthouse here, I mean-I mean there's some guy up there."
She pointed up to the outer ring of the lighthouse's upper level, where the boy seemed to be spying on them through a pair of binoculars or something else. Anna looked right back at him. Could her gaze pierce right through those lenses? No idea.
Oh look, he was waving them in. Come on in if you want, he said. Come on up.
Well, Anna wasn't waiting around. She looked up at him, smiled, nodded, and walked over to the lighthouse door.
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Yeah, she had to bring up that whole "kill each other" thing. No, that's not what he wanted to think about. Seriously, Megan and Jen were out there somewhere, and the idea of some idiot shooting them up wasn't something he wanted to consider.
But now that she mentioned it, he hadn't checked his bag. Crap, that might be a good idea now wouldn't it? He put it down on the ground before unzipping it. A sledgehammer. They had given him a sledgehammer. He pulled it out. He figured it would be heavy to most people, but he was bigger than most people.
Glen Bole was calling that they could come up, well don't mind if he did, right? The lighthouse would be a pretty good place to just hang for awhile. He joined Anna by the door.
But now that she mentioned it, he hadn't checked his bag. Crap, that might be a good idea now wouldn't it? He put it down on the ground before unzipping it. A sledgehammer. They had given him a sledgehammer. He pulled it out. He figured it would be heavy to most people, but he was bigger than most people.
Glen Bole was calling that they could come up, well don't mind if he did, right? The lighthouse would be a pretty good place to just hang for awhile. He joined Anna by the door.
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Despite not being able to make her out very clearly without the binoculars, Glen could see that Anna looked back up towards him after he spoke. He hoped that meant she was following along with his plan. Sure, she wasn’t the best possible ally in the world, but Glen was certain that every little bit of help counted in this “game”. At least she didn’t seem to be panicking or anything. Then again, Anna was pretty much constantly calm. Almost eerily so.
Glen’s worries came down to naught, however, as he saw Anna head towards the lighthouse. Now, the only question was whether Ben would do the same. To Glen’s concern, he wasn’t moving anywhere. In fact, the guy was just putting his bag on the ground, unzipping it, then pulling out-oh Jesus, why the hell didn’t I get that?!
So Benny had rolled a fucking sledgehammer, and Glen had got binoculars. Goddamn. Glen was sure he could do some serious damage with the hammer. Although, Ben’s got some serious weight on him, so who knows, that could count for something. Heh, first time in his life his weight’s gonna be helpful. Now let’s just hope he doesn’t fuck everything up and bugger off.
Thankfully, Ben also headed towards the lighthouse, sledgehammer in hand. Perfect. Glen waited for the sound of the door to open. After a minute or so, however, he’d heard absolutely nothing. Wait, seriously? Are they seriously waiting for me to open the door for them? Fuck both of you, then!
Glen considered gathering up his stuff, then realised he’d be back up in a few moments, so left it lying on the floor, and ran down the metal stairs, almost tripping a few times. Glen reached the front door of the lighthouse. Wrenching it open, he stood, arms crossed, facing Ben and Anna. Neither of them looked as if they’d been awake much longer than Glen. There weren’t any scratches or bruises or anything. And, damn, that sledgehammer looked even more appealing up close.
“So, uh…” Glen paused to make a clicking sound with his tongue. “Exactly what part of “Come on up” didn’t you two understand?”
Glen waited a few seconds before shaking his head. That was not the way he was going to gain allies. No matter how much he wanted to yell at them for being morons, he had to try and keep morale high, and other teamwork shit. Glen went to the side of the door, and gestured inside the lighthouse.
“Welcome to the beautiful scenic lighthouse, full of fuck all except me, a telescope and some redundant binoculars. Enjoy your stay.”
Glen’s worries came down to naught, however, as he saw Anna head towards the lighthouse. Now, the only question was whether Ben would do the same. To Glen’s concern, he wasn’t moving anywhere. In fact, the guy was just putting his bag on the ground, unzipping it, then pulling out-oh Jesus, why the hell didn’t I get that?!
So Benny had rolled a fucking sledgehammer, and Glen had got binoculars. Goddamn. Glen was sure he could do some serious damage with the hammer. Although, Ben’s got some serious weight on him, so who knows, that could count for something. Heh, first time in his life his weight’s gonna be helpful. Now let’s just hope he doesn’t fuck everything up and bugger off.
Thankfully, Ben also headed towards the lighthouse, sledgehammer in hand. Perfect. Glen waited for the sound of the door to open. After a minute or so, however, he’d heard absolutely nothing. Wait, seriously? Are they seriously waiting for me to open the door for them? Fuck both of you, then!
Glen considered gathering up his stuff, then realised he’d be back up in a few moments, so left it lying on the floor, and ran down the metal stairs, almost tripping a few times. Glen reached the front door of the lighthouse. Wrenching it open, he stood, arms crossed, facing Ben and Anna. Neither of them looked as if they’d been awake much longer than Glen. There weren’t any scratches or bruises or anything. And, damn, that sledgehammer looked even more appealing up close.
“So, uh…” Glen paused to make a clicking sound with his tongue. “Exactly what part of “Come on up” didn’t you two understand?”
Glen waited a few seconds before shaking his head. That was not the way he was going to gain allies. No matter how much he wanted to yell at them for being morons, he had to try and keep morale high, and other teamwork shit. Glen went to the side of the door, and gestured inside the lighthouse.
“Welcome to the beautiful scenic lighthouse, full of fuck all except me, a telescope and some redundant binoculars. Enjoy your stay.”
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Anna didn't want to be rude and just barge into this guy's abode. Then again, once he started swearing at the two of them, she felt less bad about not actually being rude.
She stepped inside and peered around and her surroundings. It was quite the ordinary lighthouse. Although Anna wasn't really quite sure what an ordinary lighthouse looked like, since she'd never been in one. She just assumed this was normal, which it probably was.
She spotted the staircase though, and scaled her way to the top. She got there, where the breeze hit her and everything seemed to become decimated to the wind. Or breeze, as it was.
The ocean lay out in front of her. It truly was an epic thing, that ocean. Whichever ocean it was. It could have been the same ocean she'd seen every so often in Highland, or it could probably have been the one on the other side of America.
Either way, it was an epic view.
Anna didn't want to be rude and just barge into this guy's abode. Then again, once he started swearing at the two of them, she felt less bad about not actually being rude.
She stepped inside and peered around and her surroundings. It was quite the ordinary lighthouse. Although Anna wasn't really quite sure what an ordinary lighthouse looked like, since she'd never been in one. She just assumed this was normal, which it probably was.
She spotted the staircase though, and scaled her way to the top. She got there, where the breeze hit her and everything seemed to become decimated to the wind. Or breeze, as it was.
The ocean lay out in front of her. It truly was an epic thing, that ocean. Whichever ocean it was. It could have been the same ocean she'd seen every so often in Highland, or it could probably have been the one on the other side of America.
Either way, it was an epic view.
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"Thank ya, Mista Bole."
It was a terrible impression of...something. But it would be best to keep spirits up, right? Right. Keep people from going all whacko until the special ops people showed up. After all, kidnapping thirty-something teenagers wasn't something that happened every day.
Actually it made him wonder, did his mom know what had happened? Plus there were those cameras, one was pointing at him from the ceiling. Were those just for watching them or were they going somewhere else? That was almost creepier, knowing that they could be showing this all to anyone.
Not that it mattered right now, he had made his way to the top with Anna. The ocean was pretty he supposed. It wasn't much of a change though, he saw it all the time in Highland Beach.
It was a terrible impression of...something. But it would be best to keep spirits up, right? Right. Keep people from going all whacko until the special ops people showed up. After all, kidnapping thirty-something teenagers wasn't something that happened every day.
Actually it made him wonder, did his mom know what had happened? Plus there were those cameras, one was pointing at him from the ceiling. Were those just for watching them or were they going somewhere else? That was almost creepier, knowing that they could be showing this all to anyone.
Not that it mattered right now, he had made his way to the top with Anna. The ocean was pretty he supposed. It wasn't much of a change though, he saw it all the time in Highland Beach.
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The duo of Anna and Ben said very little as they made their way up to the top of the lighthouse. Anna said nothing at all; she simply looked as if everything around her was new and fascinating. In a way, it kind of was. Lighthouses weren’t exactly things you just decided to have a wander around every day, and hell, it was best to get some idea of your surroundings on a mysterious death island.
On the other hand, Anna always had that sort of look about her. The girl was fucking weird, that much was certain.
Ben passed by Glen, and called him “Mister Bole” for whatever reason. Glen stared at him as he went up the stairs, mouth slightly ajar in confusion. Well, whatever floats your boat. Freak. Glen was about to make his move up the stairs too, when he remembered the lighthouse door. He heaved it closed, then looked around to see if there was anything particularly heavy lying around. That way, the only way people would be able to get in was if Glen gave them his permission. Guaranteed to stop losers, dickheads and psychopaths.
The only thing stopping his plan was the fact that the heaviest movable thing was a small chair in the corner. Glen looked over at it, sighed, and moved it over so it blocked the door. Stepping back, he admired the defense. Yeah, wow. It was pathetic. Glen sighed again, and jogged up the stairs, hoping they wouldn’t have to remain inside the lighthouse for much longer.
Reaching the top, Glen saw Ben and Anna looking out towards the ocean. Glen couldn’t see the point. They could see the ocean any old time back home. And, fuck, they were on an island. The ocean was not a sparse commodity.
Glen considered the best way to convince the two to join him in an alliance. He could try and act all friendly and stuff, but then again, sweet-talking and manipulation weren’t really part of Glen’s modus operandi. Thinking over a couple of other ideas, Glen eventually decided on just asking them straight out. If he couldn’t win them over with words, he’d have to gain their trust with his actions. Just because I’m not the nicest guy, doesn’t mean I’m gonna start backstabbing ya’… literally, in this case.
Glen coughed loudly to get Ben and Anna’s attention, then leaned against a wall and folded his arms. “Okay, so. Me. You two. Alliance. Sound good?”
On the other hand, Anna always had that sort of look about her. The girl was fucking weird, that much was certain.
Ben passed by Glen, and called him “Mister Bole” for whatever reason. Glen stared at him as he went up the stairs, mouth slightly ajar in confusion. Well, whatever floats your boat. Freak. Glen was about to make his move up the stairs too, when he remembered the lighthouse door. He heaved it closed, then looked around to see if there was anything particularly heavy lying around. That way, the only way people would be able to get in was if Glen gave them his permission. Guaranteed to stop losers, dickheads and psychopaths.
The only thing stopping his plan was the fact that the heaviest movable thing was a small chair in the corner. Glen looked over at it, sighed, and moved it over so it blocked the door. Stepping back, he admired the defense. Yeah, wow. It was pathetic. Glen sighed again, and jogged up the stairs, hoping they wouldn’t have to remain inside the lighthouse for much longer.
Reaching the top, Glen saw Ben and Anna looking out towards the ocean. Glen couldn’t see the point. They could see the ocean any old time back home. And, fuck, they were on an island. The ocean was not a sparse commodity.
Glen considered the best way to convince the two to join him in an alliance. He could try and act all friendly and stuff, but then again, sweet-talking and manipulation weren’t really part of Glen’s modus operandi. Thinking over a couple of other ideas, Glen eventually decided on just asking them straight out. If he couldn’t win them over with words, he’d have to gain their trust with his actions. Just because I’m not the nicest guy, doesn’t mean I’m gonna start backstabbing ya’… literally, in this case.
Glen coughed loudly to get Ben and Anna’s attention, then leaned against a wall and folded his arms. “Okay, so. Me. You two. Alliance. Sound good?”
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Ben sat there for a moment before Glen spoke up. Blunt. Direct. He wanted an alliance. So they were going to be a team? Nothing wrong with that he guessed. He wasn't planning to hurt anyone after all. Something good would happen soon and they'd be free and hopefully no one would die.
"Uh yeah, sure." He saw Anna give a nod of agreement. "Figure we'll just make this our 'team base', ehh Glen?"
Ben sat there for a moment before Glen spoke up. Blunt. Direct. He wanted an alliance. So they were going to be a team? Nothing wrong with that he guessed. He wasn't planning to hurt anyone after all. Something good would happen soon and they'd be free and hopefully no one would die.
"Uh yeah, sure." He saw Anna give a nod of agreement. "Figure we'll just make this our 'team base', ehh Glen?"
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The duo still weren’t saying much. That was something that would have to change if they were all going to function as a team. Proper communication-a lack of it could, and would, kill them. Same deal as on the basketball court. Glen conveniently forgot that most of the time he would be yelling unhelpfully at his teammates. And at the opposite team. And at the spectators.
Still, at least they both seemed perfectly willing to form an alliance. Ben said he agreed, and Anna just nodded. Ben then mentioned something about keeping the lighthouse as their base. Glen hadn’t actually thought of it that way. He’d planned on just forming up and moving on out. Now that Ben had mentioned it, however, the idea didn’t seem too bad. The main room was way up high, out of reach and protected. There was an excellent viewpoint from the ledge Ben and Anna were currently on.
Glen said nothing, however, and simply strolled over to where Ben and Anna were standing. A small grin appeared on his face. You could see for miles around from where he was standing. Anyone attempting to approach the lighthouse would be seen instantly, even if they weren’t instantly recognisable. Of course, the telescope, and Glen’s binoculars, would deal with that.
“Yeah.” Glen said the single word, before stepping back so both Ben and Anna were in his line of sight. “Yeah, I think this would be a good place to stay. Only problem is with the door. We should probably barricade it with something, ‘cept there’s nothing to barricade it with.” Glen let out a sharp sigh, which turned into a burst of laughter. “Damn it, the one time Craig’d be useful and we dunno where he is!”
Actually, that might not be entirely true… Glen looked quizzically at the duo. “By the way…” he asked. “You two seen anybody else on your way here? Anyone with weapons? Stuff like that?”
Still, at least they both seemed perfectly willing to form an alliance. Ben said he agreed, and Anna just nodded. Ben then mentioned something about keeping the lighthouse as their base. Glen hadn’t actually thought of it that way. He’d planned on just forming up and moving on out. Now that Ben had mentioned it, however, the idea didn’t seem too bad. The main room was way up high, out of reach and protected. There was an excellent viewpoint from the ledge Ben and Anna were currently on.
Glen said nothing, however, and simply strolled over to where Ben and Anna were standing. A small grin appeared on his face. You could see for miles around from where he was standing. Anyone attempting to approach the lighthouse would be seen instantly, even if they weren’t instantly recognisable. Of course, the telescope, and Glen’s binoculars, would deal with that.
“Yeah.” Glen said the single word, before stepping back so both Ben and Anna were in his line of sight. “Yeah, I think this would be a good place to stay. Only problem is with the door. We should probably barricade it with something, ‘cept there’s nothing to barricade it with.” Glen let out a sharp sigh, which turned into a burst of laughter. “Damn it, the one time Craig’d be useful and we dunno where he is!”
Actually, that might not be entirely true… Glen looked quizzically at the duo. “By the way…” he asked. “You two seen anybody else on your way here? Anyone with weapons? Stuff like that?”
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Ben burst out laughing at Glen's joke about Craig. "Don't worry bout it, if I drop dead from all that McDonald's goodness, you can use me to barricade the door, alright?" Sure he was still a lot smaller than Craig, but still, big enough, right? Right, enough to be the world's fattest doorstop.
"Nope, didn't see anyone til you two."
Anna voiced the same. Figured.
"Guess you've got the honor of being the first guy we meet."
"Nope, didn't see anyone til you two."
Anna voiced the same. Figured.
"Guess you've got the honor of being the first guy we meet."
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The announcements came on several hours later. They had traded shifts on watching. No one had shown up. Not really surprising, he supposed.
The surprise was later, when it turned out people had killed. That was crazy, how could they do that? They would get rescued eventually, they just had to wait.
A little while later he heard a sound outside the door. He opened it and the girl with the gun was there.
"oh"
B07: BENJAMIN, LATIMER: DECEASED
The surprise was later, when it turned out people had killed. That was crazy, how could they do that? They would get rescued eventually, they just had to wait.
A little while later he heard a sound outside the door. He opened it and the girl with the gun was there.
"oh"
B07: BENJAMIN, LATIMER: DECEASED
[April Stone, continued from Well, This Sucks.]
April stood with her back pressed against the wall, gun held tight in her left hand as she rasped her knuckles against the door at the base of the lighthouse. She decided somewhere down the line that it was for the best if she took the initiative. She decided that she couldn’t just sit and wait for someone to kill her first. With her free hand, she stuck an earbud up to her ear and hit play on her iPod shuffle.
A song began to play, and April breathed in. Who would answer? Would anyone answer? The Lighthouse seemed to draw April in, and she was sure it would have had the same effect on others. Her heart pounded in her chest, and April brushed her knuckles against the door again.
The door opened and April swung around. She fired, once. One shot to the chest. Even with shaking hands, she couldn’t miss at that distance. The gun stayed firm in her hand. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes.
April needed sunglasses. Big metal aviators that would cover her face and make it hard to see in the dark. Or a balaclava. Either would do.
Her eyes darted down, but she kept the gun held steady. Ben. Ben Latimer, with his face contorted into shock. Christ, she thought. He’s wearing an army shirt. Was he dead? There was too little blood. In the movies, there were gushing fountains from gunshot wounds. There was only a red stain on his chest. She breathed in, and looked back up, knowing that, at some point, what she had done would sink in. But April had come too far now to pretend to be anything but a killer.
“Nobody move!” She yelled, like she was holding up a bank. Did she get all her inspiration from movies? “Or you can join him!”
She moved backwards, deciding against looting a dead body when there were still people inside. Instead, she turned on her heels and sprinted away, hoping that no one else had a gun.
[April Stone, continued in All Along the Watchtower.]
April stood with her back pressed against the wall, gun held tight in her left hand as she rasped her knuckles against the door at the base of the lighthouse. She decided somewhere down the line that it was for the best if she took the initiative. She decided that she couldn’t just sit and wait for someone to kill her first. With her free hand, she stuck an earbud up to her ear and hit play on her iPod shuffle.
A song began to play, and April breathed in. Who would answer? Would anyone answer? The Lighthouse seemed to draw April in, and she was sure it would have had the same effect on others. Her heart pounded in her chest, and April brushed her knuckles against the door again.
The door opened and April swung around. She fired, once. One shot to the chest. Even with shaking hands, she couldn’t miss at that distance. The gun stayed firm in her hand. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes.
April needed sunglasses. Big metal aviators that would cover her face and make it hard to see in the dark. Or a balaclava. Either would do.
Her eyes darted down, but she kept the gun held steady. Ben. Ben Latimer, with his face contorted into shock. Christ, she thought. He’s wearing an army shirt. Was he dead? There was too little blood. In the movies, there were gushing fountains from gunshot wounds. There was only a red stain on his chest. She breathed in, and looked back up, knowing that, at some point, what she had done would sink in. But April had come too far now to pretend to be anything but a killer.
“Nobody move!” She yelled, like she was holding up a bank. Did she get all her inspiration from movies? “Or you can join him!”
She moved backwards, deciding against looting a dead body when there were still people inside. Instead, she turned on her heels and sprinted away, hoping that no one else had a gun.
[April Stone, continued in All Along the Watchtower.]
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