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Break Up And Break Down; Start of (the end of) G010
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 10:47 AM (9,543 Views)
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((Isabel Guerra continued from Mirror Mirror))

Isabel kept low and followed after Roland as per his instructions. She slunk along with her trumpet weapon grasped tightly in her hand.

This place is so sad, she thought looking around the carnival. It was once a place where people came to have fun and forget their problems. Now this place was their problem. She doubted there was anyone ever who was having less fun at a carnival than they were.

"Hey, What's your Na-?"

Isabel heard the boy begin to ask her name. She had heard him alright, but she didn’t answer. It was easy enough to pretend she hadn’t in the chaos. She preferred it this way; him not knowing her name. If he asked again at a calmer time, she supposed she would have to, since Roland certainly knew who she was. For now she let the question go unanswered.

Up ahead she saw Roland duck down. She did likewise and crouched down low, despite not having anything to hide behind. He advanced forward once more and she did the same, this time hiding behind a dusty whack-a-mole machine. She set her trumpet, Partario, on the top of where moles would usually come out of and peered over the top.

Four people. Three girls, one boy.

Out of all of them Isabel only recognized Kyle. He was dating one of her best friends, Hayley.

Hayley. I wonder where you are. I hope you are doing alright.

During the course of her short time on the island, it never occurred to Isabel to go look for anyone. She knew that many times on Survival of the Fittest people would wake up and make it their goal to find someone they cared about. Isabel didn’t really have anyone like that, but the closest thing she did have was probably Hayley. And yes, Isabel had watched Survival of the Fittest. She had watched it religiously. This wasn’t something she was proud of…. Again, Isabel tried to push the thoughts out of her head by focusing on the moment.

“That girl has a gun,” she observed of the girl grabbing another girl.

She saw Roland motion to them to come over. Hesitantly she obeyed, grabbed Partario and crawled over. Isabel heard Dave protest and give up, she couldn’t help a little smile. Probably the very first smile she had cracked since waking up.

“Should we just leave Kyle out there?” she asked in a low voice
Edited by Ruggahissy, Aug 15 2010, 05:34 AM.
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Go in after her?

It was a stupid idea, one that would most likely get him killed, but if he wanted to do it, she wasn't going to stop him. Maybe he'd be enough of a distraction that she MIGHT consider getting Kyle.

Suddenly Roland was flattened by Dave. She swerved, kicking her trumpet and causing the glass to cut through the gauze, destroying her improvised weapon. She sighed, put her fingers up to her temples and crawled to the boys.

"Would you two cut it out!?" she hissed at them. "I agree that it wasn't a good plan, but if he wants to be a hero, it's not any of our business, is it?" she whispered sternly.

"And you," she said turning to Dave. "I think that a firm hold of his arm and an 'I think you shouldn't do this' would have sufficed! People are going to think we're insane" she finished, mumbling.

Isabel took a deep breath and collected the components of her shiv, shoving everything but the trumpet back in her back.

What am I doing here? I'm never going to survive this. I don't think that I can. God, it's not like anyone's going to miss me anyway. But still....why do I feel like I have to at least try?

Another deep breath. She closed her eyes and grabbed hold of her now average trumpet. "We need to communicate better."
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Isabel bit her lip and looked at Dave. He was bleeding a lot more than she initially thought he was. For a moment her hand moved to her bag to get some extra tissue or something to help with the bleeding, but she stopped just short, deciding not to.

As Roland started to talk about Survival of the Fittest and the importance of being human, Isabel slowly shook her head. At first she looked confused, but that gave way to a look of concern.

“No. You’re the one who doesn’t understand, Roland. In a good way, but all the same, you don’t understand,” she said sympathetically. “It has nothing to do with sins. You are right that there is no winner, but not in the way you think. There are only losers. We are all losers.”

At the sound of a commotion nearby Isabel grabbed her trumpet and peered over in the direction of the ruckus. A plume of smoke was rapidly expanding and she could hear the sound of a girl scream. She looked back at Roland and Dave. Roland looked like he was going to charge in there and save whoever needed saving. Dave wanted to stay and put.

The smart thing to do would be to stay here with Dave and wait it out. Who cares who’s in the smoke? Let them kill each other, two less people running around who could kill you. Of course, no one’s gonna stop Roland, he’s dead set on charging in. Yes, the smart thing to do would be to just sit this one out.

“Too bad I’m a freaking idiot,” she mumbled to herself. She heaved an enormous sigh and gripped Partario tight. “Okay, but if I hear a single gunshot I am bolting out of there and tough if you’re still in that mess.”

She crawled forward a bit, then turned to Dave suddenly, then seemed to think better of it and turned back again.
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Isabel heard noises, people shouting inside the cloud of smoke.

"Stay here. I'll go check to see what's going on. If I'm not back in a few minutes..."

She had finally psyched herself up enough to run into danger and now Roland was telling her to stay back? She thought about pointing this out until she heard the rev of a chainsaw from somewhere in the smoke.

“Yeah, you do that. I'll stay here,” she said cautiously. She turned back to Dave and shook her head while mouthing the words “NO WAY.” As much fun as rushing into the unknown with low visibility and a person with a chainsaw running about, she decided she’d just wait to see if Roland saved whoever he was rushing in there to get.

The smoke started to dissipate, some of it heading their way. She coughed a few times and rubbed her eyes. Isabel saw Dave angling to get a better view and got on her knees, going up just enough to see what was going on.

What she saw was Roland’s sword cutting through some boy’s throat like it was troublesome piece of steak. She gasped and fell back, now sitting down. Another boy came forward with the chainsaw she had heard earlier and ripped into the boy, spewing blood and bits all over the fairgrounds. Isabel squeezed her eyes shut and turned away, but the image was burned into her mind. It was a still moment of blood spilling out of the terrified boy and pieces of intestines clinging to the roaring blades of the chainsaw.

“Oh my god. What the hell? What the hell?” she muttered. “Was he not dead enough or something?! Did you want to be really REALLY sure!?” she screamed.

"We gotta get the fuck out of here."

She opened her eyes and saw Dave looking back at her. She turned to look back at the carnage, but found herself sick at the thought. Isabel searched to make sure they had a clear shot out. They did.

“Absolutely,” she said, picking up her trumpet and bag.

“You lead, I lead, whatever. We can figure it out when we’re not in danger of getting stomach in our hair.”

Isabel pushed herself up, swung the bag over her back and took off after Dave towards the exit.

Worst fair ever.

((Isabel Guerra cotinued in Time Is Not on Our Side))
Edited by Ruggahissy, Sep 7 2010, 03:00 AM.
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