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Misty Mountain Hop; B-118 Jacob Charles - START
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 05:28 AM (1,575 Views)
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((B069: Ben Powell - start))

Man, you’ve got to wake up.
I don’t wanna wake up… let me sleep… weekend… sleep in…
It’s not the weekend, Ben.
Oh, come on… let me sleep…
Wake up. Please. Our lives depend on it.

“PAIGE!”
…what? No, that was a dream.

…it was a dream, right?

“PLEASE PAIGE?”
…a dream…
…no.


Giving a yelp, Boy Sixty-Nine launched himself upwards from the bed, his head throbbing in pain. His throat was dry to the bone, his vision blurred, everything spinning around. It couldn’t be. It was a show. Fiction. Not reality. They couldn’t be here. Not on the island. Not forced to kill each other.

Not condemned to die.

Gasping for air, he stumbled and fell out of the sweat-stained bed onto the floor with a crack. With a moan, he struggled to get up, his arms and legs like lead. Slowly, they started to feel again as he held onto the wall to steady himself.

“The hell…”

His voice sounded alien to him, crackly and dry.

“Water.”

Slapping himself awake, he looked around the room, before spotting a bag on the floor. Imprinted on the side was four characters: B069. He dived for it, unzipping the top and pulling out a plastic bottle. The water ran down his throat, sweet water…

Ben. Do you know where we are?


Blinking, he looked around, breaking the flow of water and screwing the lid back on. It was a cabin. For a second, his heart fluttered. It was a dream, he must have been knocked out on the bus and they brought him in or something. Anything but the dream. Anything.

No. It’s real. That’s not your bag. This isn’t the cabin.

He shook his head. “Shut up, brain. That was a dream.”

…feel your neck.

Ben blinked. It was cold, yes, but it wasn’t usually, it was metallically cold. He rose a hand, his eyes widening at the feel of something around it, constricting him-

“HOLY SHIT!”

Ben jumped to his feet and gave a swallow. “Shit! SHIT!” He looked into the bag. It had his own bag, first aid kit, food… a book. Danya’s Survival Guide. And a weapon. A paintball gun? He ran his hand through his unkempt hair.

Holy shit, this is not my day. The hell?

“What am I goi-“
He heard the door open, his blood run cold.

OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT- gottacalmdowngottacalmbreatheinbreatheoutbreatheinbreatheout

Closing his eyes, he nodded. He needed to calm down. The person on the other side would probably hear him freaking out from a mile away, let alon-

The door opened.
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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"Fuck man, you don't look too worse for wear".

Ben almost choked at his luck. He managed to gasp out a line of "Jacob? Mate?", before being crushed in the bearhug, all the air in his lungs escaping. Jacob Charles, probably the most kickass person he knew outside of fencing, and certainly one of his best friends. Sure, they met through slightly weird circumstances (being Reiko's ex didn't help matters) but it was hard not to like Jacob anyway once you got to know him.

"Some shit we're in, huh?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we're in it."

Breathing deeply as Jacob let go, he gave a small chuckle. "You gave me a heart attack!" Blinking, he looked into the man's face, noticing...

"No. I'm not. You're my friend. Here till the end. OK?"

Ben gave a lazy salute and chuckled. "Of course, you'd probably crush me in your manhug before I could do anything," he laughed out. Shaking his head, he moved over to the bed, looking onto his bag. "I only got a paintball gun. Doubt that'll do much damage. And I'll bet you a million dollars they took my pocket knife." Sure enough, his Eagle Scout present was gone, declared a weapon by Danya. Turning his head to Jacob again, he rose an eyebrow. "Paige isn't here?"
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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A roll of Mentos?
Well, at least he'll have fresh breath.
No. Just. No.


Giving a look at the makeshift club, he gave a grin. "Batter up." Slowly the smile fell, lost in thought. It seemed that Paige was somewhere on the island with Carol, Amber and Reiko. As far as things went, this was down there as horrible. And his other friends as well, they were out there too...

"Do we know anyone who could actually...play in this game?"

Ben swallowed. "...there's a good two hundred people out there, mate. I know that it may sound silly, but..." He paused, thinking. "We've been told the last person alive gets to go home. If no-one dies, we all die. I doubt that nobody will take up the mantle to stay alive and win. The question is, who would."

Shaking his head, he sighed. "From now on, we need to forget everything about our classmates. They could be killers, they could be completely innocent. We don't know until they tell us the announcements."

Bending down, he got out a box. A paintball gun. Not for killing, although a shot in the eyes... Shaking his head, he opened it up, pulling out the air cylinder and the hopper. It felt cold, unnatural. He had never played paintball before. Then again, he'd be in the same situation with an actual weapon. Attaching them to the actual marker, he looked in the box and got out the paintballs. Thirty. Not a lot.

He turned to Jacob.

"What is the greater advantage? Find friends and run or stay here and hole up?"
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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He nodded. There was no real choice for Jacob. Either he was going to find Paige or die trying. And in this situation, that was a very real possibility...

The greatest strength is also the greatest weakness.
I know what I'm doing.
Of course. I'm your brain, I've seen every calculation you've made. And as much as you know that a mentally depressed girl with suicidal properties will not be a good partner here, you have decided to go and find her.


Biting his lip, Ben got up and started to adjust his dufflebag. Stuff would have to be taken out, his hike pack readjusted to fit in the food. Opening it up, he chucked out a few t-shirts and pants. Useless weight for where he was hiking.

"What you take me for, mate? 'course I'm coming!"

Looking at his bag of scroggin, he opened it up and handed Jacob a green snake. "Gonna have to be careful on the foodstuffs here."

You want to know why I'm going? Because Jacob is my friend. So is Paige. If I can help them... If I can help them, I can do anything.
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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With a final glance, he pulled tight the strings on his rucksack and buckled it in. Heavy rearranging had been required, and as he rolled his shoulders and heaved it up, Ben thought he done pretty well. All of his clothes had gone except for a extra pair of underwear, his jumper and heavy-duty rainjacket (he secretly thanked his mother for forcing him to pack this). Gone also was his books although he kept the small notepad and a few pens, his spare shoes and most of his toiletries except for a spray can of deodorant. He decided to keep his sleeping bag, as it could be unzipped and used as a blanket as well, and warmth would be needed here. Everything else was thrown on the bed, a small note on it saying 'Don't need this anymore, Ben Powell'. The food, the first aid kit, the flashlight, the manual to the paintgun and the map and compass were inside his bag, as well as Danya's game rules. As much as he hated to say it, he would have to read it eventually.

Stepping outside the bedroom, he was stopped by Jacob. His map was on the table, held up shakily by the broken leg. Giving a smile, he walked over to it, examining it. His mind started to play scheming music.

"We're in the ranger station, I think." He glanced outside. Sure enough, the view was exactly like it was on the map. "Yeah, we are. In that case, we're near a mine. That's the name of the dangerzone. The town is over here," he pointed halfway across the map, "that'll take about 3 hours, light terrain, probably lots of people, passing dangerzones the infirmary and the pari-"

Ben gave a blink. "Infirmary! What if Paige worked out she could try to find medication there?" He gave a laugh. "Even if she's not there, we could try to see if they've left anything that she can take. You know what kind of drugs she takes, right?"

Taking the compass, he measured the bearing and the distance. "About three hours, give or take. Depends on how well you feel hiking. We can take this path around." Grinning, he turned around to Jacob. "Come on! What you think, mate?"
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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The olive fabric of his worn-out wide-brim hat was now in his hands. Shrugging, Ben examined it. If there was a hike or a camp, he wore it. No exceptions. It was ripped on the inside, the brown rope on either side fading from too much sun. With a sigh, he shoved it on his head.

"Just think of it as a camping trip. From hell."

Heaving the backpack on and buckling up around the waist and chest, he nodded at Jacob. "Hey, it's not a gun, it's a paintball marker. Still..." He checked the safety buttons and nodded again. All locked and loaded. He held it loosely, like one of those solders in the war films through the jungle.

You're going to have to use it sooner or later.
I know.
Just... when the time comes, don't wuss out please? I like living.
Heh. Don't you trust me, brain?


And so, the two young men finally made their way out of the Ranger Station. One was armed with a paintball marker, and knew he had a thousand goals in mind.

Help Jacob. Stay alive. Find Paige and Reiko and the fencing team and all my other friends. Get this goddamn collar off of my neck. Stay alive. Go home somehow. Get everyone off the island...

Facing an endless forest before him, Ben Powell and his best friend for the next few days of his life started their way.

((Ben Powell continued in Intravenous Nightmare))
Edited by Che Cluevara, Aug 12 2010, 05:48 AM.
B069 Ben Powell: That's a bout. Salute. Shake hands.
G052 Sapphire McLeod: The Youngest Was The Most Loved
G084 Eve Walker-Luther: The Prime Time Of Your Life


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