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Orientation; B106: Start (THREAD CLOSED)
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 12:28 PM (4,373 Views)
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I am a great biotic wind that will sweep all before me like a... a great wind! A great biotic wind!
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((G085 - Blake, Alice Start))

This situation was not ideal. Simply stated by Alice Blake, mistress of the understatement.

The first time she woke up, Alice tried to remember when she fell asleep on the bus. Then she tried to figure out why she was tied up and feeling like the time Vic got her to drink. Gradually, as she pulled herself together, her surroundings seemed to come into focus. An auditorium, large and expansive. Fellow students tied to chairs all around her, most in various states of grogginess. A voice over the loud speaker, then the sharp bark of automatic weapons. Screaming, everyone around her. Alice was silent, too shocked to do anything beside stare wide eyed. It was only during the video did she realize where she was. Well, where she'd be going.

Memories flashed through her mind. Sitting on the couch, curled up against Vic. Grinning, she snatches the remote and flips through the channels before finding one she liked. A boy was chasing a girl through the jungle. They played a brief game of cat and mouse before the girl made her move, disarming the boy with a rock before they both went to the ground, punching and kicking. Then the boy brought up a tire iron and Alice looked away. She could hear the sounds of impact on the TV, the cursing, and finally, a gunshot. Alice glanced up at the screen and felt sick. With a quick movement, she snatched away the remote and just as quickly turned the channel. She remembered looking at Vic and feeling some relief that she looked just as ill. 'Your more of a masochist then me, Vic' Alice had joked. They'd laughed uncomfortably and Vic tried to find something they both liked. Probably though Bounce, Alice learned that boy went on to win the game, killing his way to the top.

Her fears were confirmed not a minute later when the man on the speaker broke the news. Alice groaned and slumped into her chair. Other students took the news less gracefully. The man's voice faded into the background as Alice frantically scanned the rows of Bayview seniors for Vic. Then, the fans kicked in and everything first faded into unimportance, then oblivion.

When she woke up a second time in an unknown location, she decided to take inventory. General ache, caused from a painful drop by uncaring terrorists? Check. Collar, designed to separate head from body in the most gruesome way possible? Present. Underlying terror and fear of an inevitable death? Yep. Victoria, best friend and love of her life? Sadly absent. Well, there was her first goal. Identifying said goal was the easy part. Achieving it? Not so much. Alice rose gingerly, running a hand through her hair as she winced against the sunlight. She took some comfort from the familiar crinkle of her leather jacket, but even that didn't make her situation better. She was expected to kill, and if she wanted to survive, kill everyone who crossed her path. Fuck that. After some deliberation, she decided that she wouldn't have a problem with self-defense, but she wasn't playing the psycho. It was doubtful she'd get something useful anyway. Of course, it wouldn't hurt to check.

Two bags lay at her feet, one the bag she brought on the camping trip, the other the day pack Danya mentioned. Day pack first. After all, she already knew what was in the other. A-ha! Alice removed the revolver with a satisfied grin. That should help. Alice tucked the small revolver into the back of her waistband and made sure her jacket covered the grip. She was still sorting through the rest of her pack when she heard a pop. At least, it sounded a hell of a lot like a pop. Shouldering her bag and patting the revolver, she started in that direction. It wasn't long before she came upon a terrified classmate and what what clearly a headless corpse. she knew it was a bad idea, but she threw caution to the wind as she stepped into the clearing. After all, it was pretty clear the boy standing didn't do the other in. No, the lack of collar (and head) spelled things out.

"I suppose we really shouldn't mess with these collars, if our departed friend is any indication." Alice spoke up, offering a faint grin at the boy, still a safe few yards away. Well out of range of that sword of his.
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Alice didn't pay much attention to Darren as he rambled on about how Dallas ended up in his present state. After all, it was obvious what had killed him and that was all that was important. It spelled out a message, perfectly clear. The collars worked. Don't mess with them. For whatever possible reason Dallas had removed his, the end result was the same. The collar didn't care if it was...what had Darren said? An allergic reaction?...Whatever, if it was that or intentional, he was just as dead.

She mused briefly who on the island would be looking for him? After all, everybody had to have someone on the island worrying about them. Even Alice had Bounce and Vic. Who would miss Dallas? Who would be the ones looking up in dismay when his name came over the announcements? His parents, watching at home? Of course, none of that mattered. Not to her, at least. He was dead and if he served better as a warning then a competitor, so be it.

To be honest, Alice was here to play the vulture. If she wanted to try and hold out with Vic and Bounce, they would certainly need supplies, and seeing how Dallas wasn't using his...After she'd moved out of the area, she'd check her map and try to figure out a place to go to ground after finding her friends. It wasn't like escape was an option. Danya and his lot had made all necessary preparations and preventing escape would have been the first and most important. No, it would be better to hide out somewhere and hope help would come. Of course, that was as unlikely as any other form of escape. After all, it hadn't happened before, why would it now?

Movement from Darren drew Alice out of her thoughts. He seemed to be making some sort of symbol on the tree. Maybe to mark this as an area he'd visited? Whatever it was, she waited until he'd stepped away from the body to make her way to his pack. Keeping a careful eye on Darren out of the corner of her eye, she knelt and started to rummage through the day bag with the name Dallas Reynolds printed across the side. The girl was careful to keep Darren in the corner of her vision at all times, even if he seemed too shell-shocked. to be a credible threat. "I'm only taking half his food. You can have the rest, or leave it out of respect for the dead. Whichever." Alice slung her own daypack around and stowed the food inside. After a seconds pause, she added the handcuffs and key, and after yet another moment of deliberation, left the ball gag.

Kneeling this close to him, Alice was almost compelled to take a close at Dallas, or at least, what was left of him. Her hand hovered near the brim of his hat for second before falling back across her leg. What did it matter anyway? He was dead, she wasn't. It was all a matter of practicality. If she wanted to stay alive, she couldn't let things like this bother her, even if some small part of her was still decrying this as a bad dream. It wasn't and she knew that. That meant she couldn't let things get under her skin, no matter what.

The voice calling behind her brought her to feet faster then she'd have thought possible. That didn't extend to the revolver in her waistband, but that was for the best. It was still within reach if the voice was lying, and it would be better for them to come out in the open anyway, as opposed to skulking just out of sight anyway. Still, she had her priorities. See whoever the the voice belonged to and head out. Somewhere on this god damned island were Vic and Bounce, and they both needed her.

"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Alice waited for the figure to reveal himself, hands folded loosely behind her back. The revolver was still in easy reach, if not readily visible. Whoever was hiding out of sight, it didn't hurt to be prepared. Until she was off the island or dead, to let down her guard was asking to be killed. There were only two people on the whole of the island she could trust, and she doubted that the voice belonged to either of them. No, until she was sure that whoever was stepping forward wasn't a threat, the gun was going to be close at hand.

As the figure revealed himself, Alice relaxed. He didn't appear armed, or at least, didn't appear aggressive. Still, looks could be deceiving. For all she knew, he was just trying to get close before pulling out a gun. No, she would keep her gun close as hand, if you didn't mind. Idiot she was, she had already taken a big enough risk when she approached Darren, grinning as broad as she could. If she ever wanted to see Vic again, she would need to be more careful in the future. If being careful meant eying everyone was unconcealed suspicion, so be it.

Once Roman made it clear he was only looking for his sister, Alice's thoughts drifted to Victoria. It seemed everyone was looking for someone. Natural, of course. Boyfriends, girlfriends, brothers and sisters, at the very least friends. No one was truely alone, not really. She suspected that was a similar goal across the island and Alice was no different. She needed to find Victoria, she had to find Bounce. there were all that mattered to her and she'd be damned if something happened because she wasn't there to protect them.

At the sound of movement on her left, she spun about, her hand resting on the grip of the pistol. Another newcomer, this one with a pistol in hand. Alice froze, ready to pull the revolver like some old fashion gunslinger if the girl made any hostile gesture. The woman seemed to realize that her approach left something to be desired and lowered the gun. Alice's hand didn't leave the comfort of the pistol's grip, even if the woman did look near-panic. If her nerves were as frayed as they appeared, she was that more likely to make a rash decision that could end with someone being shot.

Alice would take that as her cue to head off. Victoria and Bounce would be looking for her, and she'd stood around long enough. There was whole island to cover, and it would be a miracle if she could find either of them before they ran into trouble. No reason not to start looking as soon as she could. Alice offered a curt nod to Roman. "Uh, best of luck with that. I'll be sure to keep an eye out." As for the girl, Alice gave her a brief glance while she readjusted her bag. Alice had places to be and people to find. Nothing in the clearing further interested her. Roman and his search for his sister, while sympathetic, didn't involve her. Darren and his squeamishness, while amusing, didn't help her find her friends. As for the new girl, well, Alice didn't want to saddled with her problem, myriad as they would undoubtedly be. With a halfhearted 'good luck' to the others in the clearing before she set off.

((Alice Blake continued in Obstacles In Our Path)))
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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