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Ten Shades of Gray; B067 Start --- Private Thread
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 02:05 PM (9,372 Views)
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(B043 Start, Omar Burton)

Omar had been walking around for awhile now, looking for other people. He had been one of the few in the bus not shocked by the video they'd shown... he'd seen every version of Survival Of The Fittest, and he had seen that specific scene several times. The Riz was one of the most popular characters in Version 3 on the fan sites that Omar went to, right behind Edward Sullivan, and, of course, Adam Dodd.

Adam Dodd and Bryan Calvert, the revered 'heroes'. What made them heroes, exactly? They were both mass murderers, plain and simple. Were they heroes simply because the people they killed were considered villains? That was bullshit. People should know by now that there was no such thing as heroism, not in this game.

There were the heroes who tried to escape- that never ended well. Either Danya just used the collars to kill them, or a player would come by, kill some of them and fuck the whole thing up. The other heroes- the ones who wouldn't kill until the end- they were even worse. That's not a hero, that's someone waiting to have the right moral justification for murder. All they were doing was biding their time, waiting for other people to kill off the people they needed to die, and then attacking themselves once there was few left and they could avoid guilt.

It was a coward's way to do it, and as much as Omar was a coward, he couldn't sink that low. Plus, the game was made for active people- if you wanted to get something done, you needed to be active. Every second you spent sitting around waiting was another second that the things you wanted to protect, wanted to defend, could be being attacked. Omar had only had one name running through his head as he had been on the island: Sierra Manning.

She was beautiful, she was funny, she was adorable, cute, nice, smart... she was everything that Omar wanted. She was the girl he loved. And she was the only one in that whole fucking shithole of a school who actually cared about him. The rest of them, if they did talk to Omar or about him, they talked down about them. They talked about what a freak he was, what a geek, what a nerd, what a fucking loser. So fuck them. He was going to make sure Sierra won this game, and if they got in his way... he'd kill them.

Of course he had qualms about it. Of course voices inside of him spoke up, protesting against this, telling him that it was wrong. From the day he was born, Omar had been taught that murder was wrong, that it was awful. But he didn't have time to discuss the moral problems of what he was doing, of whether or not it was justified. He needed to act quickly, and knowing that his actions were to protect Sierra was enough for him. He'd need a better weapon though- he'd checked the one he had, some sort of stone. He needed a fucking gun, not that piece of shit.

And then he spotted it, lying in a flowerbed in the town square. Standing next to it was a boy- Omar recognized him, had seen him in the hallways from time to time, but had no idea what his name was, or who he was really at all. He seemed to be preoccupied with his bag, and that was good. Omar quickly made his way towards him, only speaking when he was within a few feet of him, not stopping his walk.

"Hey, dude, are you alright?" An awkward, cool guy voice, not one Omar normally used. But he thought it would put this kid at ease. "Do you know if any-" Then Omar stopped speaking, and made a quick sprint towards the flowerbed, and reached for the gun. Sierra, this is all for you... all to protect you. If he could die for Sierra- and he knew that he could- he could definitely kill for her. And he would.

He quickly stepped backwards after grabbing the gun, fumbling to find the safety. He had only a working knowledge, but working it with his hands he was able to find the safety quickly. Turning it off, he pointed the gun at the boy in front of him, and fired. All for you, Sierra.
Edited by GameMaker, Aug 8 2010, 04:26 PM.
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

DEAD THEY'RE ALL DEAD
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Omar had felt the gun kick back with considerable force, and had been very glad he had been gripping it with two hands. With one hand, he would have most likely broken his wrist. But even in that grip, with all of Omar's strength, he had almost dropped it- the recoil was hard. As it was, his hands merely stung and shook from the shock. He didn't even realize this when he fired the gun- almost all of his attention was focused on the boy in front of him.

Omar watched him fall, and was not surprised that the only thing he really felt, watching the bullet pierce through his chest and his heart, was a faint sense of disgust. Call it desensitization, call it the effects of stress on this island fucking with his mind, but all there was was only a vague feeling of unease in the back of his head, a faint whisper of regret and unease. Omar had already begun to subconsciously push it backwards, and that was good. He wasn't here to weep for this boy- he barely knew him, and he had done this out of neccesity. Besides, on this island, sooner or later, someone would kill the boy. A quick, almost instantaneous death like the one Omar had given him was much preferable to some of the fates that people had fallen to on this island- really, when it came down to it it was a mercy kill.

It had been done out of logic, of course. If Omar was to defend himself, or more importantly Sierra, he needed a weapon. The handgun- a Beretta 93R, a semi automatic pistol, at least that's what the manual said- looked like it would prove to be rather useful. As the thoughts went through his hand, his arms worked mechanically, searching through the bag he had pulled away from the boy's corpse. The kid had had at least 20 pounds on Omar, and Omar couldn't risk him attacking him and taking the gun back. So, of course, he had to shoot him. The simplest and easiest way to resolve the situation with the least harm and risk to Omar.

As he shoved the bullets, the food, and most of the waters- only opening one of Warren's bottles to drink himself- into his own bag, he thought about it. That wasn't exactly correct- it wasn't harm to him, or him dying, that he was worried about. Well, not directly. She was so kind, so sweet- she would never hurt anyone to try to survive. But people would take advantage of that, and they'd try to hurt her. And Omar could not, and would not, let that happen. Perhaps he wasn't the traditional knight in shining armor, the brave action hero, any cliche like that, strong, tall, and handsome, but he had the chance to save the woman he loved, and he would take it. No matter what that meant.

Omar took a swig of the water bottle, and then, out of the corner of his eye, saw a rustle of movement in one of the flowerbeds. Capping the water bottle, he turned to face it, gun in hand. He saw a girl struggling to load a dart gun, but she didn't look panicked, just flustered and stressed out.
Omar briefly wondered if she could be a threat, if she was someone he should kill, but decided against it. She looked like she didn't know where she was, much less like someone who was going to kill others. He walked towards her, and when she looked up, her face still unfocused, raising her dart gun at him, asking him some pointless question, Omar recognized her. One of Sierra's friends, albeit not a close one. Jessica Pentangeli, was her name. Omar was very good with names.

"Jessica, its me, Omar." He said, in a calm voice. He picked the water bottle up off the ground. "You should put that dart gun away- you're gonna scare anybody else who comes here. And here," He tossed the water lightly to her in an underhand throw, hoping she'd catch it. "You look like you're pretty thirsty. And I bet you could use this more than me."

Omar slid the pack onto his shoulder, and began to walk slowly out towards the exit. "Jessica- I'd love to stay, I know I'd want someone watching my back- but I have to go see about a girl I love. I have to make sure she's okay, and I don't want anyone following me there." Omar kept walking, before turning around one last time to look at Jessica. "But... please, for me, be careful. It would break Sierra's heart if she knew I wasn't with you and something happened to you." He gave Jessica a small smile, and then continued on his way. On to Sierra.

((Omar Burton continued in instinct•algorithm))
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

DEAD THEY'RE ALL DEAD
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