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Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 10:27 AM (8,409 Views)
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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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B153 - Steve Barnes Start

Steve was really not in a good mood. There's honestly no better way of putting it, without getting crude. But at least he was comfortable as he awoke, laying flat on his back, atop a rather soft patch of sand, on a nice stretch of beach; hardly the worst way to wake up, even if it is on the island you've got about a 300 to 1 chance of surviving on.

He lifted his body slowly, resting upon his elbows, and set about surveying the area further. Apparently the beach spread out for a good distance, and there were two girls with him. How they'd woken up first was beyond the young man, perhaps they'd managed to inhale less of the sedative, or something like that? Not that it really mattered, or was worth dwelling on. What was more important at that moment, to Steve himself at least, was the strange pressure he could feel on his abdomen. It didn't take him long to identify his daypack, and from that, decide to feel for the metal collar about his neck, and realise just where he was. For, although Steve himself wasn't much of a fan, many of his friends on the baseball team had been avid SotF viewers, and he knew enough from their conversations to realise that this was not a good thing.

And so, climbing to his feet and choosing to let his company remain unaware of his presence, the boy started to search through the pack. "Guide to Survival?" he mused, pushing the paper in question aside "Someone's got a cynical sense of humour..". It didn't take Steve long to realise that his situation wasn't the only thing that wasn't good, for as soon as he came across his False Moustache Kit, he grimaced and decided "Alrighty then, I'm done for."

With that unwelcome knowledge in mind, Boy 153 decided to try his hand at diplomacy, figuring that if one of the two girls had something useful, the three of them might just stand a chance together. He collected his equipment together, even the stupid joke of a "weapon", slung his pack over his right shoulder, and strode the short distance to where Bridget and Kimberly were talking. For a moment, he wondered if wearing one of the fake moustaches would have made a good ice-breaker, but it was a little too late for that, and he opted for the cautious semi-joke "You wouldn't believe the journey I just had..."
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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"I'm going to sound like an idiot for this, cause I know I've seen you around, but what's your name again?". Unsurprising, really. Steve was used to being "that one guy", the one that nobody could quite remember. He had plenty of acquaintances but few actual friends, and most people could remember him for some reason or other despite not knowing his name or where they'd seen him. So, brushing greasy brown locks aside from his eyes, he answered "Steve, Steve Barnes. Don't worry, I don't remember you either."

Well, at least one of them decided to show the courtesy they wanted from him. Steve found his mind wandering for a second, wondering if 'Kimberly' was a normal given name to go with 'Nguyen'. In all honesty, he didn't know much about foreign culture, particularly not Asian. Hell, he couldn't even place the name as Vietnamese.

But as seemed to be happening to so many people, his thoughts were cut short by a pertinent question; "So... What do we do now?". Kimberly had a good point, too. Steve was certainly quite sure that he Shalt Not Kill, and didn't see why either of the two girls would want to start murdering people either. Waiting it out seemed like a bad idea, for if what he'd heard of previous airings, Steve knew that the terrorists didn't just "get bored", because there was always at least one person that caved and started playing... and if not, there was some "we'll blow you all up" clause or other.

But searching for a boat, that did seem like a good plan. It was a long shot trying to escape on one, because any idiot could guess that the collars would automatically go off past a certain radius, or be detonated manually once Danya noticed. However, turning one into an offshore base could work - they had a fair amount of water, they could probably fish, and if the boat were of any significant size, it should be easy to defend. "Yeah, I like the boat idea. We probably can't escape, but at least it's transport and shelter, right?"
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Optimism fuel running dangerously low, Steve certainly didn't need realistic criticism for his and Kimberly's plans. Sure they were dreaming, sure there probably wouldn't be anything seaworthy, but at least it was a goal, something to keep them occupied, and to keep their minds off of their collective fate. For as Steve's supply of hope dwindled, the boy became distinctly aware that he was probably going to die, and so were the two girls with him. He didn't know much about them, but fit as he was, Steve was no killer. He knew it for a fact; he could never play Danya's game without losing himself. Perhaps that was the point.

But before he could share his thoughts, and just admit that the only reason he was trying to think of something to do was to occupy his mind somewhere other than his forthcoming demise, he was cut off by a new arrival. The others seemed to recognise her. Steve did too. That skater chick, shared an art class with him, they'd spoken a few times, but not often. She had a sort of boyish name, Alex or Dani or...

"Oh, hi, Kris!"

...Kris, that was the one. But there was something imminently more important than her name. Namely her weapon, a mean looking handgun at her hip. So Steve said the first thing that came to mind, and perhaps the question on everybody else's lips - "Please tell me that's for self-defence."

Of course, there was something a little more important than that, which had eluded everybody's notice - his included - for the time being. And that was what was printed on the side of Kris' bag. The number meant nothing to Steve, but the name spoke volumes, because he was pretty sure Kris' name wasn't Reika Ishida. It didn't take long to put two and two together. Sure it could be perfectly innocuous, but common sense said that was incredibly unlikely. Common sense also told Steve to hold his tongue and not antagonise the probably-killer. Better to just be prepared, and pretend he hadn't noticed... even though his eyes refused to stop flicking back to the name.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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"Why... why do you have someone else's bag?"

Typical. He'd tried his hardest to ignore it, to just see how Kris acted, to try to get a read on why she had someone else's pack without asking up front and making the girl too edgy to empathise with. "Oh well," he thought, "Guess that's just how it was gonna go. I hope You have a plan...". The 'You' in question, obvious to anyone that knew Steve (if they could read his thoughts, that is) was directed to the man upstairs.

So he came up with a different plan. One that required a lot more subtlety, but at least didn't rely on spooked young ladies not asking the wrong questions. With as calm a face as he could muster, Steve chipped in "Does sound like something they'd try to pull, I mean, our year isn't all that violent..."

Of course, the casual discussion ruse was a distraction. Probably an obvious one, if you were actively looking for it, but perfectly normal if you weren't - hopefully. Heck, Steve had no idea, he was doing it on a wing and a prayer, and didn't have time to generate real plans. But nevertheless, he carried on, taking a few steps towards Kris, hoping to look as though he were just pacing. The aim of the ruse was to get close enough that, if the situation went south, he had a chance at disarming the girl. Similarly, he had no idea how he'd go about that either, but he'd improvised well enough so far...

After all, he might not be allowed to kill, but there was no commandment against knocking people out and taking their guns away, right?
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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So the gun wasn't pointed directly at him, that was a good start. The way Kris was intently aiming at nobody, yet still managing to look threatening, it seemed almost like she was just as terrified of shooting as the three unarmed ones were of being shot. Weird.

Unfortunately, those were revelations that didn't really register for Steve, not straight away. He was more occupied with doign as instructed, and staying exactly where he was. No advancing, and certainly nothing sudden. Steve did not have a death wish, and he didn't feel like risking two other people's lives either. It was at that kind of time he wished he'd drawn a better lot than a set of cardboard moustaches, if he'd had a gun of his own, he could at least have equalised the situation, and forced Kris into a retreat with the whole mutually assured death logic. But it wasn't to be.

Silence fell. The tension was almost palpable, for those few seconds, before Bridget spoke. She was moving towards Kris, slowly, likewise not risking a quick movement. She seemed to be trying to placate the other girl, but Steve wasn't really paying attention, he was too busy trying to come to terms with everything he was seeing. He didn't know Kris well, but he knew she wasn't the type to just accept the situation and start killing at the drop of a hat. She looked almost disgusted by the weapon in her hands. Then Kimberly started speaking too, trying a more direct, lecture-like approach, riskier, but she probably knew what she was doing. Still, Kris looked so very out of place, uncomfortable. Guilty.

Things were starting to fall in to place in Steve's mind. Maybe she had killed Reika. But she hadn't meant to, it had been an accident, a mis-fire, self-defence, something like that. He wasn't sure, and he wasn't going to commit to a guess just yet, either. So for the time being, Steve held his tongue, and his ground.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Watching carefully as he was, it wasn't difficult for Steve to catch that look in Kris' eyes as she fired. It wasn't aggression, far from it. It was just as he'd thought, she was afraid, she hadn't fired to kill Kimberly, she hadn't even done it conciously; instinct had kicked in and made her protect herself from the percieved threat. Well, at least that was better than being sure she was a cold-blooded killer.

Odds are the same thing had happened to Reika, and that had only served to put the skater even more on edge. It hadn't been her fault, not truly. Danya had been the one to put her in a game made of panic and fear, he'd been the one to put a gun in her hand, and it was his influence that had Kris tense enough to feel threatened enough to shoot her fellow students. Steve was sure of that now. Inwardly, he forgave her.

Bridget had already sprung into action, doing her best to apply pressure to the wound and stem the blood flow. It was far from professional, but it did seem to be working. For a moment, Steve considered running after Kris, to see if he could calm her down, not repeating Kimberly's mistake. But he dismissed that idea quickly, in her current state, the agitated girl would probably try to defend herself no matter how passive he was. Instead, he joined Bridget at her fallen friend's side.

The blood was disconcerting, but not repulsive. It was the sheer volume that almost made Steve recoil, as opposed to it's nature, but he calmed his stomach and addressed Bridget "Just keep the pressure on it, I'll get the bandages.". In all honesty, he had little idea what he was doing either, and chided himself for never taking the time to learn first aid, when lessons had always been on offer. But it was best to just act confident, and hopefully it would help the other two stay calm themselves, even if he was actually terrified of doing something wrong.

First step, he tore the sleeve from Kimberly's left arm, making the wound visible and accessible. Next, he used it to wipe the blood that was already outside away. Next up, a bandage... except within the few seconds he took to look for bandages and disinfectant in the first-aid kit, a fresh flow had undone all of his previous work.

Panic took over.

With a desperate glance at Bridget, Steve simply blurted "She won't stop bleeding!"
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Still panicking. Blood everywhere, staining the sand red. And with every passing second, Kimberly's wound expanded the small pool that had collected. Not looking good.

Steve was about to tell Bridget to try doing it differently, since the pressure wasn't helping at all. And then he noticed it. Oddly enough, he saw the splatter of blood before he realised what was wrong with it. At the distance it was from the rest of the crimson sand, it couldn't be from Kimberly's shoulder, unless...

And then his musing was abruptly answered. It was indeed from the shoulder, blood now spurting out in small arcs. It was shortly joined, though by some that definately wasn't Kimberly's. "Argh, fff--" he began, as the delayed pain hit him. Kimberly was flailing about wildy with a sharp rock. Bridget seemed fine, but a jagged, thankfully shallow, cut had been scratched into his own bicep. And it stung like a bitch. But that didn't mean he had to delve into the realms of profanity. "--for the love of.. get a hold of yourself!"

"Steve, I'm going to need you to deal with the wound."

Helpfully, though, Bridget had decided to get a hold of her instead, pinning the offending arm behind her back and disarming the frantic girl on the floor. And so it was left to him to deal with the profusely bleeding shoulder, now worsened by the still-struggling torso it was coming from. Well, no time like the present.

Steve still wasn't even sure what he was doing, but his hands seemed to go into autopilot, his left gripping tightly around the wound whilst his right once again cleaned it of blood. The wound continued to weep, but less than before. Progress. But by that point, he was starting to wonder whether it was worth it - he didn't know how much blood the body contained, but a hell of a lot of it was now on the sand. Doubt racked his brain. His grip loosened, the flow worsened. He tried to repeat what he'd done, but it didn't seem to work any more, he couldn't remember what had worked. His head fell, hair fell across his field of vision, already blurring from tears.

What a time to get realistic.

For all Steve knew, Kimberly was already dead.

He would be soon, too.

Just delaying the inevitable, then.

"I can't... I can't do it, Bridget. I.. I can't fucking do it.". His voice had a calm, slow nature to it, but the shakiness was all too present too. Tears ran down his face as he turned to face the other girl. Blood seeped down his arm. "We're gonna die, she's just first."
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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One second, Steve was in the middle of whining about how they were all going to die. The next, he was face-down in the sand, realising how much of a pussy he'd just been. Here he was, with a girl he'd just met's blood all over him, while she was lying in the sand with a bullet in her shoulder, and he was concerned with his own wellbeing? As he picked himself up, he literally slapped himself across the face, ashamed that he'd let himself act like such a moron.

He wasn't quite sure who this new girl was, but he decided to save thanking her until later. She had snapped him out of his idiot fugue, after all, but there were more pressing matters to attend to - namely, doing whatever was needed to stop Kimberly from bleeding to death.

"You, call an amb... w-wait fuck... Just get another kit!"

Yeah, he recalled hearing something like that earlier. Even if he hadn't, it couldn't hurt. A quick look around told Steve he'd dropped his daypack a few metres away when he'd come to Kimberly's aid in the first place, so he quickly moved over to it - still on all fours - hunted down his own first aid kit, stood up, and strode back over to Sarah, laying the small green box down by Kimberly's shoulder. He would've handed it to her, but her hands were clearly busy, so instead he just opened it, and offered a rather self-conscious "Eh, here."
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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The whole situation was getting out of hand. A load of others had arrived from the other end of the beach, clamouring for attention and knowledge of what was going on. Steve couldn't really blame them; a gunshot is a pretty intriguing signal, but then again, flocking towards the sound of a lethal weapon, on Survival of the Fittest no less, was perhaps a rather foolhardy decision. Luckily for them, Kris had already fled.

And it seemed to Steve that it was about time he did as well. There was nothing he could do to help, and he felt he'd long outstayed his welcome amongst the large group. If not for her killing streak, he'd feel inclined to seek out Kris, having a heck of a lot more in common with her than most others he'd met so far. But she was dangerous even if she didn't want to be, so chasing after her was even more stupid an idea than herding to the sound of gunfire.

Kris had gone North, for as long as she was visible at least, so Steve decided to take the only other viable option and head East. He left his first-aid kit where it lay, figuring that the others would need it more than him, and his own wound was nothing serious; so long as it didn't get infected, it should heal up fairly quickly. So after quickly recovering his daypack, abandoning the bag he'd brought for the campsite, the boy put it back over his right shoulder, careful not to irritate the laceration just beneath, and slinked off without a word.

[Steve --> Mirror Mirror]
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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