TOTES COOL AND ALL THOSE JAMS! WITH BEAU AND HANNAH!

[Applesintime]

Oh COME THE FUCK ON!

How? How the fuck had he seen it? That should have been in his neck, not his fucking shoulder. What the fuck? What the fuck?! Fucking stupid Boh and his stupid fucking name. And then a fist slammed against his head and for a second, everything was kind of dizzy and blurry. But then Boh backed up, literally fucking jumping into the wall opposite him. Now he had to do something. The shiv was in his hand. Boh's blood covered it. Come on. Come the fuck on Gregory, finish this.

Propelling himself off the couch, he threw himself at Boh, knocking him further into the wall. Some kind of picture frame depicting a man and a dog fell down, glass shattering onto the floor. There was a door to his left and Gregory wanted to wrestle him into there and fucking stab this son of a bitch until his body needed dental to identify him but, and here was the but. He wasn't going to be able.

So, instead, he tried to jab the thing into Boh's stomach.

[Primrosette]

Okay. Beau was not fast enough the second time around and himself being slammed back into the wall was bad. But it didn't hurt as much as getting freaking stabbed like a bitch. Something shattered on the ground and all that he could thinking about was-

Don't die, don't die, don't die!! Not yet, not yet, not yet!!

He felt Gregory trying to stab his stomach and he shoved at the glass, getting his fingers cut and a bit bloodied. But he didn't care. He just didn't want to die to this guy who was obviously insane.

"K.....Knock it... OWW!!... Knocked it off, you creep!!" He yelled at Gregory's face and he was trying to see an opening to get himself away, still pushing away at the glass.

[Applesintime]

You know, he could give Boh credit for not trying to get himself killed. He wasn't Cory, that was for sure. But unfortunately, he was actually good at resisting, and why couldn't he just fucking sit down and accept that he was going to be killed and there was nothing he could fucking do about it like Cory? Christ, what a fucking asshole.

And then the knife slipped out of his hands

and

shattered.

Gregory screamed as loudly as he could into Boh's face. This had went wrong. He had done everything right! He had been practical! And yet, and fucking yet! Boh was still alive. He wanted to bite him. He wanted to rip his goddamn throat out.

Instead, he headbutted Boh and retreated, running back to the doorway and fumbling for his bolas. Eventually, he pulled it out.

"Come on, you bastard! Come and FUCKING GET IT!" Gregory screamed at Boh and Hannah and everyone who was even remotely near the boat. God fucking damn it this was not how it was supposed to go.

[Primrosette]

Beau's head was pounding from the impact that Gregory had caused to his forehead and he touched his forehead with both his hands. Not caring if he were smearing a bit of blood on himself.

"Ughhh.... God.... What the he-heck...?!" He was in a bit of a daze and he really needed to get himself and Hannah out of there.

Wait.... Hannah. Oh god.

"Hannah.... Ahh..." He lowered his hands from his face and he noticed what Gregory was holding. "Oh, fuck me...."

[Tapey]

And in a split second and a painful cry, the somewhat peaceful situation had evolved into a chaotic one. A situation where Hannah did not want to be involved in.

She knew this was going to happen. She fucking saw it from miles away.

For fuck sake...

"EY, GET BACK HERE!" As Greg was about to make his escape, Hannah grabbed her staff and started dashing towards him. Good thing that she was already preparing for a run before the fight happened. As for Beau... She would check on him later, hoping that his injury wasn't lethal.

She continued to chase Greg outside of the ship, who now had a pair of bolas with him. Jeebus, how many weapons does he have with him?!

She sprinted towards him, feeling as the gap between them was getting closer. She was determined to drag him back into the ship and was already thinking of ways to interrogate him. But before that, she needed to think of a plan to somehow prevent herself from getting hit by the bolas...

[Applesintime]

Hannah was chasing after him with staff in hand. Good, he was actually hoping that he could get out of this with the staff! A kill would be great too, but God was seemingly conspiring against him to ensure that he didn't get any kills and died some nameless loser with nothing making him stand out from the crowd of dead bodies. Killing Hannah, however, would show that he was dangerous. A force to be reckoned with, someone who would inevitably win this game! And then he could get Boh too.

He backpedaled a little as Hannah charged towards him like a bull in the ring, Gregory the matador seeking to kill her for the joy of the crowd. And hey, even his weapon was Spanish or something! Metaphorically, it was perfect. Physically, he needed to actually kill her first which was easier said that done. After all, he only had the bolas. The knife was shattered in the houseboat, and frankly, who knows if that staff wasn't like, a gun or something? Maybe it would be smarter to just run. Kick her in the drink and run. Trip her and run. Hope that he had enough stamina to outrun her, or at least get to a distance where she was tired and he could easily kill her.

So Gregory twisted around and ran, ignoring the easy kill presented to him, ignoring the wounded dude back in the houseboat. Because that was smart. It wouldn't be smart to get shot, or killed, or any kind of injury that might hurt him really badly and leave him easy pickings for someone else.

"BYE, YOU FUCKS!" Shoving the bolas back into his bag, he flipped Hannah off as he ran.

((Gregory Miller continued in What can I fix you with?))

[Tapey]

After a few minutes of intense chasing, Hannah gasped in exhaustion as she lost sight of Greg, who was probably still taunting the living shit out of her. As much as she wanted to charge towards him, her rage and anger now turned to utter disappointment towards herself as her legs finally gave in. She could definitely do better than this, getting outrun by some random dude.

Fucking coward.

Feeling defeated, she walked back towards the houseboat, where Beau was hopefully still alive and chilling. Ok, maybe not chilling, but him being alive will do.

She wanted to scream her lungs out in frustration, but it'll probably attract more people who wanted to end their misery. Like Greg.

She went in and noticed Beau was where he was a few minutes ago. Still breathing, panting, and very much alive.

She went closer towards him to check on his wounds. A large bruise on the forehead, and some stab wounds, but not too serious to be lethal.

Well, that's going to need some bandages. A whole lot of bandages.

As she was starting to treat the stab wounds, starting from his shoulder, she took a glance at Beau, who was probably still in a lot of pain. She did not know whether to feel sorry for him. Yea, sure, he did give Greg the opportunity to ambush him, and God knew what had he done to get shot in the submarine. But still, being in pain for most of the game did not sound pleasant. At all.

She could have brought him justice for once. She was this close.

"Hey." After a few minutes of silence, Hannah croaked as if she was about to cry. "I'm sorry...Y'know, about Greg. He was just too fast and I couldn't keep up with him."

[Primrosette]

Beau blinked.

His shoulder was still hurting like a high-class bitch and he still felt terrible for putting himself in danger like that. His head was throbbing a little and he felt like a headache was gonna come on at any moment. He stared down at the small bits of glass that were embedded in the palm of his hands and the red-dyed blood was feeling a bit overwhelming to him now.

He then smiled at Hannah weakly. He wasn't smiling for himself; he was trying to reassure Hannah that everything was going to be okay and that getting injured was just a part of Beau's life. Well, just breaking his bones for stupid pranks or trying to show off for some of his videos for any dangerous dares that resulted in him getting hurt. Getting murdered by two people from school was not what he had in mind. He had just wanted to confirm something about Gregory and he had got the answer. Not a good one. But still...

He could hear the clear upset tone of Hannah's voice and it sounded like she was blaming herself for failing to get Greg back for his bloodlust. Beau was not the best with people getting emotional, but now he had to try his best. "H-Hey, hey, it's alright, Hannah. It's not your fault. I was the moron for approaching him and getting into all this mess." He said, still trying to use his smile to cheer her up. "I should be sorry for letting him in. I was too relaxed and too trusting towards him. If we see him again...."

Beau wasn't sure what to say after that really.

[Tapey]

See him? Again?

Hannah could not help but clenched her fist. The pure thought of potentially having to encounter him again in the next few days annoyed her.

"There better not be a next time." Hannah muttered under her breath with a stiff tone, still slowly picking out the glass shards from his wounds. She could feel her jaw clenched in frustration, wanting to burst her rage out here and now.

But of course, she still remembered that she was on camera. Don't want to ruin her image by swearing like a sailor, right?

It's not like she had just humiliated herself a few minutes ago, being outpaced by some random guy.

Her frustration once again turned into anger. Deep down, she swore if she ever saw Greg and his smug grin again...

It was then when she heard Beau groaning in pain. She was so distracted by her own irritation that she started speeding up.

"Ahh, sorry about that..." Hannah apologized again, then continued to throw in an effortless joke to lightened up the mood. "Yeaa, about that... Judging by how he just lost two of his weapons, I doubt we'll be seeing him again soon! Haha..."

She then returned to complete, awkward silence. That...was actually a terrible joke.

[Primrosette]

The silence was unbearable.

Beau had always had a fond for sounds or just any noise in general. He was never happy with awkward silences as they put him on edge a little. More than that bad fight of survival with Gregory? Really, Beau? Are you really kidding yourself that much? But anyway, he appreciated that Hannah was trying her best to lighten the mood as she went to work on his injuries and he wished that he had followed his gut instincts in the first place. He needed to know who he could trust and not trust. He needed to try to be smarter even if it was hard for him to do so.

He let out a small laugh at her terrible, little joke. He honestly did love bad jokes and he wanted to make her feel a bit better as well.

As well. Geez, how can a guy be so positive after nearly dying twice?

He honestly didn't know the answer to that.

He had wanted to live so he wouldn't leave Hannah all alone with an psychotic teenager who didn't know any better than learning from this messed-up snuff show. But he was going to make the choice of how he was going to die. He wasn't sure how yet. He was always in the mindset of "People die, it's just a part of life" and now he had to control how things were going to go from now on with himself and Hannah.

"N....No worries, Hannah. I love bad jokes, so it's coolie cool!" His voice was sounding cheerful as if it was on another planet from where his brain currently was and he shifted slightly due to wanting to move as soon as possible. "Uh.... I think we should also leave this place soon. It's not very safe to be here.... I mean, nowhere is really safe. But if Gregory does come back, we shouldn't be here to find out. Shame we couldn't find anything to fight back against him with. Right?"

He sighed softly while smiling innocently at her.

[Tapey]

"Yea... We should probably leave right now before the others find us..." Hannah answered in agreement, forcing a smile even she really did not felt like it. Seeing Beau still smiling at her despite the multiple injuries, she could not help but felt bad for him.

He did not deserve to be here. Especially not when everyone here was told to kill one another.

How could someone be so carefree and nonchalant? Even after getting ambushed twice and was always at risk of dying?

She envied him for his optimism, but at the same time she pitied him. Maybe she should stay around for a little longer. Maybe.

After finishing treating some of his wounds, she got up and started packing, ready to leave the houseboat before another intruder went in. Would be a terrible moment for them to meet face to face with another psycho who wanted them dead. With one strap of the backpack slung over her shoulder, she was already ready to step out.

"You ready to go?"

((Hannah Choi continued elsewhere...))

[Primrosette]

Beau felt like he was gonna be more safer around Hannah and he hoped that it would stay that way for as long as possible.

He glanced around at the trashed houseboat and he felt kind of bad that he and Gregory had ruined it with their dumb fight.

"Yep, yep! Let's go, go, go!"

He was grinning genuinely even if his body was protesting and he was now moving onward with Hannah.

((Beau Lively continued in Hey, Guys! This Is Not A Prank! Totes Having Doubts And All That Jazz!))