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Twists and turns; Boy 102 start, open
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 11:11 AM (5,828 Views)
VinnyMcQ
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(Boy 102, Trevor Duncan start)

Trevor lay on the cold, damp floor of a warehouse. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow but steady. This would be the last undisturbed rest he was ever going to have and he was aiming on savouring it. Focussing on nothing but the gentle rise and fall of his chest Trevor lay on the floor. There was utter quiet all around. The rhythmic sigh of his breathing filled him with a sense of calm. In this moment he could be anywhere he chose. He hadn’t been abducted. There was no game. There was no fear. There was only peace. For this small moment Trevor was fine .

Trevor took a deep breath. He opened his eyes. He exhaled. There was light in the warehouse, and there was a chill in the air. Slowly, Trevor sat up. He looked around him. He was in a maze of containers, red and blue. His legs shook as he stood up. Still a little groggy then he thought grimly. Trevor looked behind him then bent down and slowly unzipped the bag. Everything was at it had been described. He reached into the bag and grasped the wooden handle of some unknown item. Pulling the sides of the bag down Trevor withdrew the hoe. Hmm, could be worse.

I need to find…someone. But who? Someone big? Someone smart? The one with the biggest gun or the one with a paperclip? What’s the smart choice? The video showed the sort of person who survived this ordeal. Trevor knew he wasn’t that person. Then who shall I be? One thing was certain; he couldn’t stay where he was. Why can’t I? Just sitting here wouldn’t be a bad idea. There’s no need for me to go out there, out into that place, where people will forget who they were like what? A day ago? In here you know who you are. That’s all you can be certain of here anyway.

Turning the thought over in his head Trevor decided to compromise. He would explore this building at least. It made sense to know his way about, especially when he was in danger of becoming lost if the crates went on in the seemingly haphazard pattern he could see. With no structure, no form how was he supposed to find his way anywhere without looking? There was no way of knowing if he’d passed the same spot over and over again, unless he left something behind. If I leave something then that’s just a sign that I was there. Better to not do that.

Trevor slung the bag over his coat and gripped the hoe in both hands, holding it ready if needs be. Slowly he walked forwards. The sound of his footsteps seemed deafeningly loud but there was nothing he could do about that. And if he kept his pace regular then he could almost be comforted by the sound.

Trevor made his way through the maze of red and blue.

I'm not as awesome as this song makes out
I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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‘Where am I?’

Trevor heard the voice ring out and stopped dead. There’s someone else here. Not high pitched enough for a girl, has to be a guy. Trevor wasn’t sure whether or not he should be worried. He didn’t recognise the voice, but he was bound to know who it was by sight at least. But until I know who it is, I need to know if they’re dangerous. I don’t know that voice but they might know mine. And then I could be in trouble. Trevor walked forward slowly, careful to make as little noise as possible. He came to a T-junction of sorts and went left. Then he made his decision. He would talk to this boy, but it wouldn’t be /him/ talking. Trevor cracked open his box of impersonations and selected one that he thought perfect for the situation. It was calming, but strong. It said both, don’t kill me, and also, don’t mess with me.

‘It’s a warehouse young man. It could be called a maze too I guess. Or did you mean where we are in a wider sense? Its Survival of the Fittest, but I’m sure you knew that already.’ Trevor wondered why whenever he brought out Patrick Stewart he devolved into a pretentious douche but it didn’t bother him. Its just a role. One of many.

Trevor looked down another hallway of sorts. No sign of the mystery boy. He resumed the role again. ‘I’m sure you’ve thought through all the different options regarding survival in this place. Perhaps like me you are looking for allies. I’m not sure we can find each other in this godforsaken maze without making undue amounts of noise, so I’ll have to ask if you have any ideas?’

Yep, I won’t be doing him for a while. Not till I can control the douche part.
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I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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Trevor continued walking and regretting. Why didn’t I pick a different voice? If that was me on the other end I’d be close to killing the guy now… Trevor’s initially joking tone turned serious. Fuck what if this guy /does/ decide to kill me now? You can’t make a second first impression. Stupid stupid stupid. Trevor had now resorted to poking his head around corners before turning, just in case he ran smack dab into the other boy. He was also looking over his shoulder far too often. I’m afraid he realised. It was obvious now that he stopped to think about it.

The boy spoke. He suggested two things. They’re both retar-stupid. They’re both stupid ideas. He had to voice his objections. Can’t keep up douche man though. How do I make it better? Maybe there’s no harm in using my own voice. Chalk it up to panic you know, panic and then whoa full throttle dickhead. I wonder if there’s a thing for that. I’ll Google it sometime. At this point Trevor faltered. There was no sometime . This was it. Trevor came to a corner again and peeked around the corner. There was a skinny black haired boy walking towards him, nightstick in hand. Just my luck, junior policeman. Fascists the lot of them. Ah but he’s not a policeman is he, just some poor kid like me. Seen him around though, somewhere anyway. Probably just in passing.

He decided to face the boy. Can’t play cat and mouse forever . Trevor steeped around the corner and planted his feet, holding the hoe ready in case the boy tried anything.

‘I’m Trevor’ he said switching to his normal voice. ‘Pleased to meet you.’

Edited by VinnyMcQ, Aug 10 2010, 07:24 AM.
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I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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Trevor’s eyes widened in surprise as the mystery boy gave a startled shout before falling to the ground as he backed away. A player would have ended it then, leapt forward and buried the hoe in the poor kid’s skull. Maybe swing it like a golf club, take out the chin. Or go like I’ve a baseball bat. I’m sure that would work. Trevor chided himself on these thoughts. He wasn’t about to play the game. Not in that sense. People die all the time. For the cause, fighting injustice. Anyone playing might as well take a pay check from Danya. They deserve the same.

The kid got to his feet again and introduced himself. Gary warned him not to jump out at people like that. It was good advice. If he’d had a gun, that could have been the end of me. But I knew he didn’t have a gun, so I knew the risks. Could have thrown it at me I guess, that would have hurt. Trevor apologised. He lowered the end of the hoe towards the ground, holding it loosely. If needs be he could still swing it upwards but it was a less threatening stance.

‘Gary eh? I’ve seen you around, sorry to say I don’t really know you that well. Sorry about the voice thing before, I’m not really myself when I’m doing someone.’ He laughed and shook his head. ‘But hey no harm done right?’

Trevor’s eyes moved away from Gary’s and centred on his chest. If he was about to make a move then it would show through his body language and he needed to see as much of it as he could. Just then another voice rang out.

‘Hello? Anybody there?’

Trevor cocked his head in the direction of the noise and put a finger to his lips. If they were lucky then this newcomer wouldn’t know where they were. And if they didn’t know where they were then they couldn’t kill them. In theory.

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I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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Trevor nodded his head towards the sound of the voice for Gary, silently indicating the exit. Why’d you do that? If someone did that to me I’d be all, yes I heard it too dumbshit I know where the voice came from thank you. Yeah but someone’s got to lead the other right? And I’m not about to be led, not here. It’s ok to take charge once in a while. Trevor lowered his voice to a whisper and said to Gary, ‘I don’t know about you but I’m not sure about just letting this guy grab whatever from these containers. What if he pulled a machine gun or something?’

Ploughing ahead he added, ‘You know anything about this guy? Cos I think I do. If it’s who I think it is then he knows how to fight. Wrestling mind you, stay out of his reach and you’ll be fine. If he grabs you, I’ve got your back.’ I hope you’ve got mine he added silently. ‘Follow my lead ok?’

Trevor decided to try and scare he kid away. It was time to pull out the big guns, so to speak. No more messing around with classically trained actors. Trevor pulled a voice that they were all too familiar with. The big man himself. Danya. Projecting his voice so it filled the warehouse, Trevor let rip.

‘Now now Simon,’ Trevor felt sick just impersonating the man, ‘normally I’d just let you go and try your luck. But hey it’s my gig I can interfere if I want to right? Not my business if such a strong contender gets beaten to death in vain. But there are ratings to consider and, really, it would be such a waste. That there key of yours will be, ah, useful later. I’d save it if I were you.’

Trevor added a little piece of his own to give credence to the speech. Like a petulant child he cried, ‘That is not fucking fair! You take us all here and then fucking choose favourites? Fuck you man, FUCK YOU DANYA!’

It was almost satisfying, yelling at Danya. Almost.

I'm not as awesome as this song makes out
I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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Trevor frowned. Well that went well he thought. It was a long shot anyway, but now he’s in and not a happy bunny either. What to do what to do? Trevor shot Gary a glance. No ideas coming from this one. Don’t stop just keep going. The minute you let up this kid will come round the corner with his prize and take you down. Put you in your place. Trevor looked at the wall of containers either side. They seemed to grow, filling up the space all the way to the ceiling before collapsing around him, burying him. Focus! This isn’t the time to make an enemy of your goddamn imagination. There’s a real enemy out there, a whole island full of them.

Trevor laughed as Simon began to threaten him. Here was a kid he knew, just a regular, normal guy he’d went to school with. There was no reason for them to be at each other’s throats. Yet here they were, ready to fight, maybe even kill each other. It was absurd. But Trevor was still afraid. Afraid of this lad with his key that could give him a gun and that would give me lots of death. And pain first. I don’t want either of those. I can’t let him open that box.

Trevor turned to Gary. ‘Gary, I can’t let him open that box. If he finds it and pulls a gun then we’re dead. And I am not about to die here. I’m going to confront him. It might get bad. I need you to try and get behind him; don’t let him see you though, just in case. He can’t take us both unless he gets a gun. Please, help me stop him before he finds one.’ Otherwise we’re both dead.

Not waiting, Trevor began walking towards the door. Simon had helped him in that respect. He ran through the fight in his mind. He ignored the fear he felt in his gut. He trusted himself and what he could do. I trust I won’t kill him. No matter what.
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I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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(Yoss hasn’t actually moved Gary behind Simon judging by his last post, I’m not going to reference the collision just in case)

Trevor made his way forwards, trying to keep calm as he did so. This whole situation has just gone to shit. Things could seriously kick off here, and then what do I do? If he stopped to think rationally he might have thought Simon would have just been given a gun, rather than having to jump through hoops for it. But Trevor was of course not thinking rationally. He was jumping to conclusions and being quite paranoid. It was a recipe for disaster. Trevor didn’t see Simon’s head poking around the corner but since that was the only turn available he ended up following him anyway.

Trevor picked up his pace. I have to find him quickly, and then I can worry about what to do once I’ve caught him. Trevor imagined himself as a dog chasing a car. He spotted Simon just as he disappeared around a corner and ran after him, his coat flapping and his footfalls loud. There goes the element of surprise. Maybe that’s a good thing. If he caught me sneaking up on him he might flip out. Trevor would have preferred to approach the situation calmly, take some time to think some appropriate last thoughts just in case but then resolve it without a fight. As it stood he was panicking, his thoughts were worry after worry and there was a real chance that it could come to blows.

The wildcard was Gary. He could make or break the situation. If he chose to fight then Simon was going down hard. If he was a peacemaker then maybe he could escape without bloodshed. Trevor stopped to catch his breath, then turned the corner and came face to back with Simon, who was luckily looking the other way.


I'm not as awesome as this song makes out
I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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Trevor could hear voices all over the warehouse. I should have known people would bunch up in buildings. Safer than being outside. Except now that everyone’s doing it its no safer at all! Fuck, I need to get out of here. But I can’t just abandon Gary. Trevor looked forwards. At the end of the box corridor he could see Simon standing over the fallen figure of Gary. And Gary was crying, pleading for his life by the sound of it. Trevor had to act fast. This was no time for being stealthy. Goddamn it all this time I thought we had the drop on him. We could sort it out quickly, no need for anyone to get hurt. And all this time he was hunting us. And those others, they’re going to come here and, and who knows what’ll happen. I have to end this now .

Trevor swung the hoe hard into the nearest container. If the loud noise wasn’t enough to distract Simon he added to it by yelling at the top of his voice.

‘Hey Simon! Leave him alone. You wanna fight someone you can fight me!'

He took off running full pelt towards Simon. Never mind that all he had was a hoe. Or that they were clearly no longer alone and he should high tail it out of there as fast as possible. Never mind he was about to do exactly what Danya wanted. Maybe if he’d been a football player this would have been the smartest move. Trevor was about to get within arms reach of someone he certainly didn’t want to be in arms reach of. Thinking quick Trevor swung his back towards Simon’s face. It wasn’t heavy enough to knock him over, but maybe he wouldn’t find himself him a chokehold as soon as he reached him.

‘Here, catch!’
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I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

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Once again Trevor found himself flat on his back on the warehouse floor. Except this time he hurt all over. What the hell happened there? He wasn’t used to pain, the worst he’d got was sitting in on a Thai class and having to block the kicks of a paramedic built like a brick shit house. His whole leg had bruised for a week. Trevor felt a warmth trickle down his face. Gingerly he reached up. Blood. Did I break my nose? No, did /he/ break my nose? It doesn’t feel broken, hurts like hell though. Maybe that means it is? Trevor wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve and pinched his nose. This stops the bleeding right? How long’s it been? Years since I had a nosebleed. And they always just happened, not anything like this.

Trevor leant against the containers and caught his breath. It was useless to go after Simon now. If Gary was lucky he’d made it out while he’d been distracted for all of two minutes. Next time I think I’ll just shoot him. If I get a gun. Trevor wanted nothing more than to just leave. To escape the humiliation he’d just been dealt. He’s got one fucking leg! He’s a one legged short guy and he just took you down no sweat. How the fuck did that happen? With a groan Trevor got up. He could hear voices and it wouldn’t do him any good to sit and seethe silently while yet more people entered the warehouse. Eventually he’d never be able to get out unnoticed. Whoever it is I hope they gut you Simon. And Gary if you didn’t fucking escape after all that then what the fuck man. I can’t help you.

Scooping up his pack and ‘weapon’ Trevor walked away from the voices. They were hurting his head anyway. He just needed to get somewhere quiet and rest. Get to grips with the situation. Regroup and come back stronger from it. I’m making too big a deal about this. I was so sure I was going to kick his ass though. Now I’m not sure about anything. I can’t even look after myself let alone anyone else. Eventually he reached a door and heavily pushed it open.

He stepped out onto the island.


(Trevor Duncan continued in Morning Comes Slowly)
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I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
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