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The start of something truly absurd; Since nobody else is here...
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 04:13 PM (5,264 Views)
Palletox
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[B133, Robert Herrmann, start.]

Great blurs came in multiple waves, splashing against Robert Herrmann as he opened his eyes slowly. He had wanted to have them shut forever, as piece by piece, he recalled the earlier events before arriving wherever the hell he was. The sky seemed different, as if he was in a different world. Struggling to lift himself up to stand, Robert attempted to place himself back on Earth, but he stayed seated.

Survival... of the fittest, he managed to think, his body and mind exhausted, filled with unexplained fatigue. He felt overcome by 'ifs' and 'whys.' Why am I here? If I stayed home... or failed.. Why me? Why this school? It could happen to anyone else, but me? No.. can't..

Robert's eyes started to slightly widen at the thought. He had all the pieces connected, but he just regretted finishing the jig-saw puzzle. Robert remembered he was part of this game, this sick and evil and twisted game that people watched for enjoyment. Right now, there would be people at home, having fun with their family and friends, at the comfort of their own shelter filled with food and entertainment.

He was nothing more than that, a pawn that slightly contributed to the entertainment of people. His life would be played with on this island, Robert already denying the fact that he could possibly 'win.'

Then he remembered he lost track of time. He wondered how far others were, if any lives were taken. His eyes searched, a sudden headache invading his mind. His search ceased when Robert's eyes locked on a strange bag, a foot away from him, to his left. It took a few seconds to register in his mind that the bag was the survival kit that the terrorists had given them. Was he being watched by something other than the camera?

Robert didn't know the other students. Would they succumb to this game? Now that he thought about it, Robert didn't know himself. Would Robert Herrmann, who's dream was to give back to the community that saved his mother, succumb to killing others rather than saving them? How long would he have to deal with the torment of trying to live on this island, filled with 200 something students, all not in their right mind. Robert himself wasn't in his right mind.

Robert's arm extended itself instinctively to his left. This would be the key to his survival, though his life span would ultimately depend on his luck and how he carried out this 'game'. Drawing the kit closer to him, Robert opened the bag and his eyes scanned its content. Map, food, and- his eyes immediately widened at his weapon. The trench knife that sat there so innocently scared Robert.

It would be a tool he would have to use eventually, a tool which would draw blood and take a life. Every life is equal, right? Many books in which I've read stated that, albeit a few which countered it. Do I have the right to take another life? His hand twitched as it reached for the knife, his fingers sliding themselves into the finger-holds. Robert knew he couldn't escape, that he and others would be forced to fight. The weak will perish and only the strong, or strongest in this case, would live on. But even if he did survive all this, he would be a murderer. Could he live with himself?

Robert heard voices behind him. He closed his eyes, trying to think of what to do.. he then opened his eyes quickly, checking to see if he was alive. He was, and he had to hang onto that. He had to live in this island to become a doctor, to live life. His favorite chocolate bar.. if he died, he could never eat it again. His mother.. if he died, he could never smell the lavender perfume she always wore. He could never say hello. If he died, he could never read another book. Robert frowned, a part of him knowing that even if he did 'win' this silly game in which the odds of winning were low, life would never be the same. He'd live with the guilt, or turn insane. The knife looked at him, as if saying 'end it now.' But he shook his head, fighting back a few tears that were beginning to form.

Robert Herrmann stood up, taking in a deep breath. This is the start. Don't mess up.. Many people survived hardships and overcame the impossible. You can do it, can't you!? He hated himself for this. For even considering playing this game. But the hate was only a redirection of the true culprits, the terrorists that put him up to this. "This is what humans.. are truly like," he whispered to himself, finally speaking. His throat was dry and the words came out rasp. He felt as if those were the first words in his whole life, not just where he was. This IS an island, right? The other shows.. the boys at the lunch table at school, they said it took place on an island. It didn't matter, he finally concluded, where the dead bodies piled.

He heard voices, and though they seemed nearby, he didn't pay enough attention to catch what they were saying. He turned to the general direction of the voices, his legs hesitant on moving. If the people who spoke were friendly, then good, a friend or two would help him survive greatly. If they were dangerous... could his knife defend himself? Or would he find himself teamed up on, and killed so early on? Either way, the next few days, should he live that far, would be hell.
Edited by Palletox, Aug 25 2010, 03:52 PM.
B113 - Robert Herrmann | Trench Knife | "This is what humans.. are truly like," | The Key - The start of something truly absurd
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Palletox
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Robert explored the area around him, and walked towards the voices he heard. "You know what? Forget it. Knowing me, I'll just screw things up for all of you, no matter what anyone does. I'm outta here." The voice sounded masculine, and eventually, Robert found himself behind Michelle, a classmate he recognized. Though they weren't great friends, they were decent acquaintances. He opened his mouth to speak, but could only mumble.

Robert scratched his nose awkwardly, while looking at the other people around him. One seemed to be leaving, and the air seemed tense, what with a sword withdrawn and something about a crowbar. He took in a deep breath to speak, but really has nothing to say. He didn't know whether or not they were playing this sick game. Michelle was a friend- would she kill him? And the others, they didn't look like much of a threat, but from the video he saw, anything was to be expected. He noticed he still held the trench knife in his hand, and looked down at it, figuring the situation was awkward enough without him. He cleared his voice, though he still stood there without a word.
B113 - Robert Herrmann | Trench Knife | "This is what humans.. are truly like," | The Key - The start of something truly absurd
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Robert held his breathe as he witnessed the attempt to steal what seemed to be a gun, and the discussion that followed after it. Deciding to make himself noticed, he took a few steps forward and was then in view to the girls. "Am I the only one who didn't 'sleep' well?" He asked, trying to make conversation. Robert then looked around the area, trying to pinpoint his location. The kit he was given had a map inside, though he did not feel like checking it at the time. Instead, Robert loosened the grip on his trench knife, dragging the thing around had already gotten annoying. Yet, he felt safe having it around him.

Already being the awkward boy he knew himself to be, Robert Herrmann stood there, uncertain and overly cautious. Would they have felt mad, or worse, suspicious, that he stood there, watching, listening? Or would they not care, as long as one had her chocolate bar and the others were safe, alive? Listening to Michelle's speech, he thought to himself why he wanted to live. Other people on this island wanted to live- heck, they all did. What made him better than them? Why should he be the one who gets to live? Robert stopped thinking, as all his thoughts led to considering the game in which he was forced to play.

"So uhh... What now Eve?" He looked at who he guessed Michelle was talking to and frowned. Wasn't she Eva? Or wait, no, isn't that the third girl? Robert sighed to himself, already hating the first few minutes of being on this island and nothing major happened to him yet, besides waking up.

((Robert Herrmann continued in Last Gasp))
B113 - Robert Herrmann | Trench Knife | "This is what humans.. are truly like," | The Key - The start of something truly absurd
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