Re: Start - G07
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2018 5:20 am
"Everyone SHOULD have trust issues, really..."
There was that voice again - that Ken Lawson fellow. The hippy, who didn't speak up all that much. In fact, while most of the goings-on had been; well, going on, Ken had been mentally assessing the situation with a most un-relaxed state of mind. In fact, while Ken may have outwardly seemed mellow and quiet, internally, his mind was racing. Too many different things were flowing throughout his brain, and he felt slightly overwhelmed by the situation and all that'd happened.
He'd been kidnapped. Essentially, again. His whole 'false identity' charade had been for naught. He'd been assigned a piece of body armour that might stop a couple of bullets, but after that, he couldn't be sure of what it might stop. It certainly wouldn't stop an axe to the head or a shotgun blast to his legs, or anything like that. Here he was, in a small cottage with a group of people who he didn't really know all that well, who didn't know him.
And here was a girl, taking charge, who he didn't even know. Obviously, she was used to leading a group around, but how was it that she could possibly try and act in the best interests of a group of people that she wasn't friends with, or didn't know well at all? The question near-baffled him, and the silence was when he slipped out and mumbled his line about trust. Realizing what he'd said aloud, he internally groaned. Now, he was going to sound like he was trying to create dissent. Lucky for him, his mumble had simply sounded like how he was when he always talked, so in trying to avoid sounding like a creep, he continued a bit.
"Like...I'm not trying to encourage paranoia, but...can we ever truly trust anyone in this situation? You never know if somebody's going to snap, or what they've been through. Your best friend could...y'know...be the one to pull the trigger...and you have to ask yourself...how much do I REALLY know about somebody?"
Ken, as he called himself now, knew that he himself was hiding quite the secret from everybody else. And now, here, with all of this talk about trust, things were probably going to get interesting...
"You can't even begin to trust somebody unless you know they're being honest with you...and like...I think that unless we're all honest, and don't hold anything back about who we are and what we've done...I don't quite believe that staying together as a group is possible..."
Ken smirked at the rest of the kids, and leaned back against the wall.
"So...anybody got anything they'd like to share? Any deep, dark secrets? Body counts that nobody knows about...? Anything they'd like to share? Trust is earned, not alotted. I don't know any of you that well. I've talked to you all maybe once or twice outside of now...so anything that you all can tell me about yourselves would really go a long way to ensuring that I can put my life in the communal hands of the group...you follow?"
It was the most that Ken had said since he'd arrived on the island, and it probably struck most of the group by surprise. Smirking, he continued to lean against the wall and waited for a response, the stunned silence of the room hanging in the air.
There was that voice again - that Ken Lawson fellow. The hippy, who didn't speak up all that much. In fact, while most of the goings-on had been; well, going on, Ken had been mentally assessing the situation with a most un-relaxed state of mind. In fact, while Ken may have outwardly seemed mellow and quiet, internally, his mind was racing. Too many different things were flowing throughout his brain, and he felt slightly overwhelmed by the situation and all that'd happened.
He'd been kidnapped. Essentially, again. His whole 'false identity' charade had been for naught. He'd been assigned a piece of body armour that might stop a couple of bullets, but after that, he couldn't be sure of what it might stop. It certainly wouldn't stop an axe to the head or a shotgun blast to his legs, or anything like that. Here he was, in a small cottage with a group of people who he didn't really know all that well, who didn't know him.
And here was a girl, taking charge, who he didn't even know. Obviously, she was used to leading a group around, but how was it that she could possibly try and act in the best interests of a group of people that she wasn't friends with, or didn't know well at all? The question near-baffled him, and the silence was when he slipped out and mumbled his line about trust. Realizing what he'd said aloud, he internally groaned. Now, he was going to sound like he was trying to create dissent. Lucky for him, his mumble had simply sounded like how he was when he always talked, so in trying to avoid sounding like a creep, he continued a bit.
"Like...I'm not trying to encourage paranoia, but...can we ever truly trust anyone in this situation? You never know if somebody's going to snap, or what they've been through. Your best friend could...y'know...be the one to pull the trigger...and you have to ask yourself...how much do I REALLY know about somebody?"
Ken, as he called himself now, knew that he himself was hiding quite the secret from everybody else. And now, here, with all of this talk about trust, things were probably going to get interesting...
"You can't even begin to trust somebody unless you know they're being honest with you...and like...I think that unless we're all honest, and don't hold anything back about who we are and what we've done...I don't quite believe that staying together as a group is possible..."
Ken smirked at the rest of the kids, and leaned back against the wall.
"So...anybody got anything they'd like to share? Any deep, dark secrets? Body counts that nobody knows about...? Anything they'd like to share? Trust is earned, not alotted. I don't know any of you that well. I've talked to you all maybe once or twice outside of now...so anything that you all can tell me about yourselves would really go a long way to ensuring that I can put my life in the communal hands of the group...you follow?"
It was the most that Ken had said since he'd arrived on the island, and it probably struck most of the group by surprise. Smirking, he continued to lean against the wall and waited for a response, the stunned silence of the room hanging in the air.