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A Light In The Dark; B-148's start in the dark
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 05:08 PM (1,862 Views)
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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
[ *  *  * ]
"Who's there!" The boy yelled out to the light in the distance. "I am not about to play this fucking game, so don't make me start! Who is there!"
Logan Reynolds. That's who's there.

B114 - Logan Reynolds Start

Sitting there, powerless and helpless, Logan was royally pissed off. Here he was, in an auditorium with the very man he'd spent the last few weeks researching, trying to sort the truth from the rumours surrounding Survival of the Fittest, and there was absolutely nothing he could do. Well, nothing physical, groggy he may have been, but Logan was more than capable of following up on his vows, and unleashed a tirade of just what was on his mind, for as long as his lungs allowed. Very little of it was pleasant, and it lacked his usual style of dry humour, as he certainly wasn't in the mood for joking around, not with Mr. Danya, who was - as far as he was concerned - the very epitome of modern evil.

And then he found himself somewhere else. His teachers had been executed, most of them at least, and he, along with the students and surviving faculty, had been sedated once again, this time to be taken to their inevitable fate. Laying there in the crushing darkness, Logan had spared a thought for the staff, assuming they wouldn't be playing the "game, and wouldn't be allowed to live either, unless Danya was planning to make them watch. Putting it that way, maybe being shot down trying to escape, or executed soon afterwards, was actually the lesser of two evils.
But that kind of thinking didn't bear thinking about, for Logan had his own tragedy to deal with. He was alone, presumably, in the pitch black of some unknown area. It could be indoors, it could be underground, he had no clue. Not until his searching hands felt rough stone under them, and made their way up to the uneven wall of the tunnel. The nexgt thing he realised was that, although the air was thin, he could breathe, though it might not last. "Fuck. I'm underground. At least I can breathe." were his first words on that island, not the most auspicious to be broadcast, but at least he was still lucid enough to recognise his plight and speak his mind. "I'm supposed to have a daypack or something.." came next, and he eventually found it, right next to where he'd been laying moments before. A few moments of blind rummaging, a yelp of pain and a shallow cut across the left palm later, Logan found what he was looking for, a flashlight. "Brilliant," he crowed, finally pleased with something, "Let there be light.".
Following that cheesy comment, which he inwardly berated himself for - 'You're on TV, and doomed to die or not, at least keep it witty!' - the boy turned the thin beam of light onto the inside of his pack, searching for what had nicked his skin before. He found it soon enough, as it's wooden handle took up most of the bag, and the steel pick had already been sticking out. Another pleasing revelation, Logan had been assigned a genuinely useful weapon, a Hakapik. Not that he knew what it was called. "Sweet, a pickaxe!" was what he said, taking the polished wood in hand, chuckling slightly at the irony of being left in what looked like a mineshaft with a weapon that resembled a mining tool.
With his torch now loose in his left hand, the hefty weapon in his right, and the slightly torn daypack slung over his shoulder, Logan searched around his immediate area, finding nothing of interest, and no clue as to which way he should go to get to the surface. "Shit. This is just typical." he spat, rather loudly, his usual cool quite clearly lost. "I'm gonna die in this damn tunnel, even if I wanted to play along with this sick game, I've got no fucking chance from the get-go! Fuck you Danya, way to play it fair. Fuck you and your sick murder fetish!"
Apparently the yelling brought the young man some attention. That, or his light shining through the tunnel, not aimed at anything in particular. Either way, he heard a yell in response, from a boy whose voice he didn't recognise.
"Who's there!" The boy yelled out to the light in the distance. "I am not about to play this fucking game, so don't make me start! Who is there!"
Logan Reynolds. That's who's there. He set off at a light jog towards Daisuke's voice, careful not to waste the precious underground oxygen, and gave a relieved yell in reply "I'm Logan! And yourself!? I don't plan on going axe-crazy either, by the way!"
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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"I don't really know who you are, Logan, but I'm willing to work together with you to get out of here." "All I know is, that fat fucker Danya is going down, one way or another."
Now that was an appealing proposition, one that gave Logan a little more drive to close the distance and meet this like-minded boy face-to-face. It hardly even occurred to him, as Daisuke's torchlight grew ever closer and he pushed through the last few yards, that he was still casually toting a large, dangerous-looking weapon, so he was a little bemused when heard Daisuke add "without either of us getting hurt, alright?".

"So, I propose that if you put away your pickaxe, I'll put away my gun, and we can figure out a way to get out of this hell-hole and get some fresh air. Does that sound good?" Ah, that's what he meant. All things considered, Logan would've felt a lot more comfortable if the reassuring weight of his only defence remained in his hand, and stowing it in his daypack was quite an ordeal in itself, but if the other boy was to trust him - and he did have a gun, apparently - he really didn't have a choice. Besides, if the two of them were unarmed, didn't one of the basic rules of fighting say that a good bigger man would always beat a good smaller man? Logan was sure he'd heard that somewhere, but not sure if it was neccesarily true.

"Yeah, we can trust each other here. I'd feel safer holding on to this, but I suppose I'd be a whole lot better off having a friend with a gun." He allowed the handle of his hakapik to slide along his palm, until the end of the axe-like grip wouldn't go any further, making it near-impossible to make a quick attack with. Feeling less threatening, he moved closer, enough that the weak beams of light from each flashlight illuminated both Daisuke's face and his own. "Problem is, this is about the size of a felling axe, would you mind if I just secured it to my back?". Logan tightened the strap of his daypack, showing what he meant, though his hand hovered over the zip as well, quite prepared to go through the hassle of putting the weapon away again, if it meant gaining an ally.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Glad he wouldn't have to wrestle with the stupidly large weapon to get it back into his daypack, a container it was clearly never meant to be kept in, Logan pulled the bag's strap tight to his torso, then carefully slotted the handle down between it and his back. He smiled, not that it was visible in the murky darkness, and began to feel like he was at that part of a horror movie where the redshirts were so sure they'd make it out okay...

No, bad thoughts. Logan wasn't about to get killed by some slasher psycho if he could help it, especially not when Daisuke had a perfectly good gun close to hand. Unless Daisuke was the one planning on killing him, but that would be absurd, right? He was in the exact same situation, and Logan was pretty sure he hadn't been lying about his goals. "The main thing is, I want to talk to you, not threaten you." the other boy said, snapping the lankier one out of his daydream-like thoughts. Inwardly, Logan kicked himself, getting his head stuck in the clouds was not a good idea in a situation like this, almost as bad as how he'd lost his nerve earlier. He resolved to keep an eye on his mental state, as he answered idly "I really don't know why I'm so happy to trust you this easily..."

Dai, apparently, didn't seem to hear Logan's honest musing, and continued on his rant about what he hated. Still standing around, Logan himself cast his torch around the area, finding two things of interest. Firstly, the bag he'd packed was nowhere to be seen, not that it made any difference, he'd only brought clothes, books and a few personal effects, nothing he couldn't live without. Secondly, and more important at that very moment, was the string of worklights along the curved wall. They weren't on, but if the boys' torches lasted long enough to follow them - and why shouldn't they, assuming they had fresh batteries? - the trail might well lead them to the surface, or at least a main shaft.

"Anyway, I've been walking for what feels like at least a mile and a half, so I'd think that there would probably be an exit closer to where you came from than where I was coming from, unless you've been having the same problem.". Daisuke's words only heartened the tall boy more, making him quite certain that getting above ground shouldn't be too hard. "No offense though, if you wouldn't mind staying by my side; I'm sure you wouldn't want to be followed by me in this situation anyway.", was the follow-up, and Logan agreed with a mirthless chuckle "Heh, yeah, I don't trust you that much either." he paused for a moment, turning the beam of light back towards the wired bulbs "See these? Lights for workers. If you came from that way and didn't find anything, I'd wager we can keep following them back to the main entrance, or at least somewhere less dingy than this hole. Shall we?". With that cunning deduction, and a slightly smug grin, Logan stepped - for there was hardly much room in the tunnel for it to be any real distance - back to Daisuke's position, standing beside him as he'd agreed to.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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The walk was unsurprisingly dreary and uneventful, save for the few times Logan managed to hit his head on some of the lower cielings. It would've been amusing, and perhaps was for anyone watching, but Logan certainly wasn't in the mood for humour, and presumably Daisuke wasn't either - it seemed that the both of them were pre-occupied with their plans, and how they intended to act once they got "into the game".

As much as he wanted to, Logan knew there was no way to simply "sit out". If he tried to hide, he'd be found eventually, and the limited rations were practically designed such that you'd have to at least hunt animals or gather plants, if not hunt down students to get hold of theirs. Escape was out of the question too. He didn't even need to check to know he was wearing a collar rigged with absurdly sensitive explosives. Try to take it off? It explodes by itself. Try to run? Danya blows it up. Be Adam Sinclair? Likewise. For what seemed like such a chaotic game, there really were a lot of unwritten rules to follow.

And then Daisuke spoke again, this time taking Logan's interest. "Well shit, there's not much else to do, other than die, or maybe try to escape. Hell, I know I wouldn't be able to get this damn collar off of me, or hack the damn cameras. What the fuck can guys like us even do?". He thought on it briefly. They couldn't escape, they couldn't just try to wait it out, and actively playing was out of the question. He didn't know about the other boy's morality, but for Logan at least, killing would only be acceptable - palateable, even - if it were for damn good reasons.

And that was the idea that really got him thinking. "We can't run or hide, and joining in doesn't bear thinking about... Obviously we'll defend ourselves, but what about everyone else? Sure we can just look out for ourselves and hope we make it to the end. I mean, at least that way we know it can only be you or I that 'wins'. But in the mean time...". Logan paused, not quite sure how to phrase the last part. He stopped abruptly, realising he'd rather say it to Daisuke's face. "The people that do take part. They're murderers, and they're doing it willingly. They're a threat to anyone that's innocent." The tall boy lay a hand on his companion's shoulder, adding an even more emphatic tone to his plan; "Players are fair game, as far as I'm concerned. Murder deserves justice, and I doubt anyone else is gonna step up." With that, he almost made to continue walking, but figured it'd be best to give Daisuke the same face-to-face situation for his reply. Were it visible, his face, previously set in the very picture of seriousness, now bore the unspoken question "What do you say?"
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Daisuke shook Logan's hand away. He shrugged, offering "Too familiar? Sorry.". The words were wasted, though, as it seemed the Japanese boy was busy considering his proposal. Logan couldn't blame the guy, he had just suggested they team up to dispense lethal vigilante justice to their fellow students, kind of a big choice to make, even if it was literally black and white to Logan himself. Perhaps there was something he didn't know about that was being considered. Some kind of non-violence vow? An analogue to "Thou Shalt Not Kill" from one of the Eastern religions? He didn't know, and didn't bother to guess any further. Made more sense to just wait, and if Daisuke wanted to tell him, he would.

"You're right."

Logan let out a breath he hadn't even realised he'd been holding in. The moment before those words had been spoken, he'd been considering the possibility that Daisuke was actually rethinking playing, that he'd have a serious fight on his hands. Major relief. "Someone needs to take out the psychos, and I don't think many people would have the resolve to do it. Maybe we'll even give some of the peaceful students a chance to bust us out of this joint by taking care of the players.". Now Daisuke was talking Logan's language, the language of cautious optimism and dedication to what he - they? - believed was right.

"Exactly. Now let's get started by finding daylight, eh?"

With a little extra enthusiasm in his step, Logan set off. He didn't particularly mind any more, having Daisuke behind him with a gun. Something told him he could trust the other guy, and he'd probably catch up in a few seconds anyway.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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[ *  *  * ]
((Apologies if this comes off a little... half-arsed. I'll be busy for the next two almost-whole days, so I figured it'd be best to finish up rather than leave you waiting.))

"Hold on, Logan."

Waiting, as requested, Logan took heed of what Daisuke had to say. Some of it did indeed seem a little callous, but Logan could see his concern. Betrayal and desperation were bound to be rife, moreso with every passing hour. Helping out, just as Daisuke said, was obviously a yes, but turning into a huge posse - particularly if many of them are useless in a fight - was starting to look like a very bad idea. As for the matter of both of them agreeing on trust, Logan simply nodded, with a frank "I thought that went without saying.". As the rest of Daisuke's demands(?) came to a close, Logan gave another nod. "Good point. Keep it tight and precise, I don't fancy becoming a giant walking target either, if we're supposed to be the ones doing the hunting down."

Soon enough, the tunnel became more and more noticably angled upwards, and it didn't take long for the two beams of light to fall on a rusted metal door. Freedom. Logan fumbled for a way to open it, as Daisuke said the last thing on his mind. The door swung open, filling the dingy pit with brilliant sunshine - judging by the sun, it was late afternoon and they'd come out facing west. Logan turned off his torch, and replaced it in his daypack. For the first time, he realised that it had his name printed on it, beneath a number - B144.

"I don't want this becoming some supergroup all of a sudden. You know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. We're just two guys, and for all Danya knows, we're playing just like anyone else, working together for as long as it's convenient. Our actual motives probably won't matter to him anyway. You ready?"

[Logan --> Don't go breaking my heart...]
Edited by Chib, Aug 12 2010, 03:35 PM.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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