Title: Starting Point for Boy # 77
d0ddi0slave - July 6, 2005 06:27 AM (GMT)
The confused mumble was all that Adam Dodd could do to keep from screaming out in pain. The throbbing between his temples was fading in and out at a steady pace, and if there was one thing that Adam hated more than anything else, it was headaches. Ever since he had been little, he had been plagued with side-splitting migraines, pains that would force him down onto the ground and incapacitate him so much so that his parents would have to lift him into bed. It was as such that Adam figured that one day he would eventually go out with a brain aneurysm or something like that, just to do the world some poetic justice as he left.
His eyelids tried their damndest to snap shut, as Adam slowly realized that he was not at home in his bed, and not living down the effects of a killer headache. Perplexed, Adam finally forced his eyes open, letting his pupils adjust to the light that flowed in from the sky. Blinking a few times, Adam pulled himself to a sitting position, and beheld the site of the entire island. His mouth gaped open and he took a moment to compose himself.
"What in the hell...?"
Oh God. The events of the past few hours came flooding back to him, so much so that he had to shut his eyes to really believe that it was all coming true. The plane, the video, the senseless murder that Mr. Danya had ordered. Who was the face? Adam didn't know. As his mind formulated its way around his current situation, Adam's stomach took a tumble. Here they were. Simply put, in a glorified game of Last Man Standing. Problem was, these were his friends, for god's sakes. Could he kill them?
Sighing, he pulled himself to a sitting position once again. Adam opened the bag that he had been assigned. Quickly, he looked over the food and water. It would be valuable to save that for later. Next, he pulled out the instruction manual. At this he cocked an eye. He'd have to flip through it, but first he'd want to find out...
What the fuck?
In his hands, Adam held (thankfully) what appeared to be a pistol. It did, however, look like an antique. He hefted the old Argentinian pistol in his hands. While it looked as old as perhaps both of his parents put together, he hoped that it would work well if he needed to use it.
...to do what, to kill someone?
Sadly, Adam sighed to himself, he may not have much of a choice.
Slayer - July 6, 2005 06:36 AM (GMT)
A slight distance behind Adam, a figure was stirring. He had taken longer than most to shake off the effects of the knockout gas, and he groggily rose to a sitting position and rifled through his bag. He stopped when he saw a glint of metal, he did not hesitate to pull it out, and laughed slightly when he saw the set of brass knuckles. "Well, guess I can never have too hard of a punch." he muttered.
He had to admit though, seeing Adam a short distance away, and holding a gun, startled him. He might have a strong hatred for a chunk of the school (either homos or those who treated him like dirt), but Adam was one of the few he respected. Alan definitely wasn't stupid, he had to get Adam to lower his guard.
It would be so easy to kill him right now. Alan thought, just sneak up on him and give one strong shove, send him right off the cliff. But I have no problem with Adam, and I could always use a meat shield. after a few seconds of debate, he decided to not kill Adam.
Slipping on the brass knuckles (just in case), Alan walked to Adam and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Nice day for a slaughter, wouldn't you say?"
d0ddi0slave - July 6, 2005 06:57 AM (GMT)
Startled, Adam twirled around, the gun held firmly in front of him. Dying was not exactly on the top of Adam Dodd's priority list today, especially not moments after he had woken up. To his surprise (although why, he couldn't figure out), standing before him was a classmate of his, Alan Shinwrath. He had taken Science class with Alan the year before, and Adam remembered him to be a pleasant enough, if somewhat opinionated individual.
After Alan's initial comment, Adam relaxed a bit, but then tensed back up. Could he really trust anyone in this fucked-up situation of theirs?
"Heh." Adam forced a slight chuckle. He put on a small smile and hoped that it would deter Alan from killing him, if he had any idea of doing so.
"It is a nice day...too bad we're not all here under...better circumstances..."
Better circumstances indeed. Adam noted that better circumstances would undoubtedly not have him pointing a loaded gun at one of his classmates. He just hoped that for now, Alan wasn't in the killing kind of mood.
Slayer - July 6, 2005 07:09 AM (GMT)
"Indeed. Do not worry, if I wanted you dead, you would be." Alan said with a slight laugh. "Either way, I thought I could make a deal with you. There is safety in numbers, along with strength. If we worked together, not only are we more likely to survive, but we might find a way off this hellhole." Alan extended hin hand to Adam, "So, what do you say?"
riserugu - July 6, 2005 07:18 AM (GMT)
(( Ooc: Hope you don't mind if I throw my new character in, everytime I get ready to post somewhere. Someone already seems to have made the post right as I get finished, Oh well. No harm done. :3 ))
He hadn’t been awake long, the loud voice coming of Mr. Danya had awoken him in time to learn of the death of one of his classmates, and that of a boy he didn’t remember. So already his classmates had begun killing, even before he had awaken from the knockout gas that they had over come them with on the plane.
By now… the announcement had ended sometime before and he had yet to move from his lying position against the ground. Slowly though, Edward Rommel’s eyes traveled the general are absorbing everything his good eye could see. He laid in what seemed to be a small overgrowth of bushes… of all the places to throw a kid.
Sitting up he found his hand traveling to the shaggy locks of reddish/brown hair that held a many different faded colors within it, all from old dye attempts he had done in the school year just to stand out a bit more. Running his hand quickly through, getting out any of the leaves, and other annoyance from there he soon turned to the two bags laying near him.
One was his messenger bag that held what little of his medicine he had brought with him, and some spare clothes. The other must have been the bag the ugly man must have been talking about – the one that had all of their ‘needed supplies to survive’ in it. Reaching out, he grasped at the bag dragging it toward him.
Unzipping and digging through he pushed aside his food, and water Rommel’s finger soon sliding over a cold metal surface, he bringing out the small black object overlooking it. “Pepper spray?” He muttered lightly, tilting his head to look at the object further. So this was his weapon to murder his fellow students…
Zipping the bag back up, and pocketing the pepper spray into his pant’s pocket, Edward slowly pushed himself onto shaky legs. Pulling both bags onto his shoulder, he happy that neither where very heavy at all. Glancing about, the young man paused briefly at what seemed to be movements, and voices. They must have been close if he could hear them… his autism kept him from having the hearing level of any normal person his age, though he could hear these almost quite well.
Frowning lightly, he wasn’t too fond of his fellow classmates to a degree, must figured him for stupid… he didn’t see why. Yes he preferred not talking to them, and had been known to talk to himself, but that was only because he didn’t know to interact if them, and not feel as though they where laughing at him as he tried.
Stepping forward, green slip-on shoes crunching down on the leaves below he made his way through the thick underbrush slowly. Though as he came upon the scene of the two, though he couldn’t tell who at this distance, he’d have to look for his glasses later… he moved forward another step though this time with a something catching his pant’s leg, causing Edward to painfully fall over onto the ground.
His upper body lying outside of the under brush, though his one leg remained caught up within it. His messenger bag falling pitifully out before him, the contents of his extra clothes, and both almost empty medicine bottles spilling out before him. A light string of curse words, both in English and German, soon following the fall as he started yanking his leg, trying to undo it from whatever it was stuck on. Forgetting about the other two boys not to far away…
d0ddi0slave - July 6, 2005 07:18 AM (GMT)
Adam grinned at the arrogance in Alan's voice, but didn't let it show. If Alan was serious about finding a way out, he was all for it. He was mindful of the brass knuckles on Alan's hand as he clasped the other boy's hand in a handshake.
"Good plan, man. Sticking together might be our best option right now. There're probably people around here who're just going nuts...scared out of their wits. I know I sure am. Have you run into anyone else yet?"
Slayer - July 6, 2005 07:22 AM (GMT)
"No, but I think someone is right behind me." Alan turned to see Edward caught on part of a bush. "It's Rommel, should we help him?" Rommel had been another student Alan had not included on his "kill list" that he had made shortly before the trip.
d0ddi0slave - July 6, 2005 07:25 AM (GMT)
Adam had to blink in surprise for a second. He lowered his pistol and stuck it into his pants pocket.
"Of course we should!"
Adam's helpful nature took over as he strode over and bent down beside Edward. He put on a friendly grin and spoke in a calm tone, his voice not betraying his sense of fear at the situation that him and his fellow classmates were in.
"Hey Edward, it's Adam...you need a hand, man?"
riserugu - July 6, 2005 07:31 AM (GMT)
His struggle against the bush stopped when his ears caught his name, and he soon found himself blinking in an almost surprised manner when one of the boys, who he could clearly see as Adam, bent down beside his fallen form offering help. Edward still wondered lightly to who the other was, but through his blind eye he couldn’t make out anything.
Glancing back at Adam he gave him a goofy grin he was common for showing during school and shook his head, “I’m…” He begun, giving his leg a swift tug as he finally came lose though the fabric of his pant’s had been ripped about the leg “Fine.” Edward sighed as he moved onto his knees, now wanting to get up all his spilled stuff. Quickly shoving everything back into his bag as he went about gathing it…
Slayer - July 6, 2005 10:07 AM (GMT)
As this was happening, Alan looked over the map, marking the school and coppace with his pen, as they were designated Danger Zones, if he heard the announcement correctly. The other locations seemed to be fair game, though he did not want to run into someone he could not kill. His plan was basically to help Adam until they were the final two, then kill him. Even though he respected his fellow student, it was every man for themself on this island.
riserugu - July 6, 2005 05:51 PM (GMT)
Edward finally took a galnce toward Alan, eyeing him somewhat before pushing the rest of his stuff into his bag. Moving now to work his onto his feet...
"Have you two seen anyone else?" He asked lightly, though attention began to drift as he had a good look about the island from where they stood. It seemed like a peaceful place... too bad it was probably going to end up being their final resting place.
d0ddi0slave - July 6, 2005 07:54 PM (GMT)
Adam shook his head. "Nope. The only one that I've seen has been Alan here, and you, of course. Although..."
Adam's eyes drifted over to the lookout point, so that he was looking out amongst the entire island. He could faintly hear gunshots ringing out and screams from terrified students, if he really strained to hear. It was not something that made his ears feel good. He shuddered faintly and then turned back to the other two boys.
"So guys...this is a pretty fucked up situation that we're in here, eh? This...this can't be legal. So this is what I figure we should do..."
Adam paused, checking the area. He then pulled his Ballestair-Molina pistol from the pocket of his jeans.
"...there's got to be other people who're looking for a way off this rock. I mean, if we put our firepower together, we can figure something out, right?"
riserugu - July 6, 2005 07:58 PM (GMT)
Edward listened to him carefully; frowning somewhat though nodded anyway. What was the chance there was a way off the island, and if there was what where the chances they’d find it. Eyeing the weapon as it was brought out before them, he could only laugh somewhat at the mention of firepower.
Hand reaching down, he slowly pulled the weapon given to him from his pocket. Rolling it about in his hand somewhat, “Pepper spray.” He muttered softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, real fire power…”
Placing the object back in the pocket, he adjusted the bags on his shoulder. "I think I'm going to take my leave now you guys, I gotta find someone... maybe we'll meet up again?"
With this said, the auburn haired boy, turned on his heels. Still clutching his bag tightly to his chest as he turned and slowly started to walk away from the other two, before breaking off into a full run.
These people here... they couldn't be trusted.
Not in a place like this, no one could be trusted.((Continued in: Chillin' at the Waterfall))
Slayer - July 7, 2005 12:45 AM (GMT)
Alan looked up as Edward left.
"We should go now too. We'll need to keep moving if we want to survive here." he said to Adam as he continued to look over the map, trying to decide their next destination.
d0ddi0slave - July 7, 2005 03:42 AM (GMT)
Adam nodded in agreement. The way that he looked at it, there was strength in numbers. However...he just wasn't sure about anything anymore. It was life and death that were on the line, and he figured that to take that lightly would be a fatal mistake. He put his hands in his pockets and felt the cold metal of the pistol in his pocket. At least that was some solace, that he was the one with the gun, and not Alan.
"Feel free to lead, you're the one with the map. Maybe we can find some other people who're feeling like escaping this godforsaken place...?"
Slayer - July 7, 2005 04:05 AM (GMT)
"There's a house not too far from here." Alan said, studying the map intently. "No, to ge there from here, we'd have to pass through the coppace. That's a danger zone. Wait, there's a hospital just a few yards eastward." Alan raised one arm to point east. "If we can avoid other players long enough, we could use that as a hideout until we've formed a plan."
d0ddi0slave - July 7, 2005 05:49 AM (GMT)
Adam's eyebrow raised at the mention of a hospital.
"Might be a good idea, we could maybe pick up some supplies, presuming that there's anything left."
Feeling a cool breeze against his neck, he reached up and rubbed the back of his head a bit. His earlier headache had all but gone away, and the high altitude was making him a little dizzy.
"Yeah, man...let's do it. Lead the way."((Continued in: Hospital Encounter))
Slayer - July 7, 2005 05:51 AM (GMT)
"Alright. Careful though, these paths are very narrow, I almost fell when I went to you earlier." Alan said, moving carefully down one of the paths that lead to the hospital.
OOC: Continued in "Hospital Encounter": http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...p?showtopic=114