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Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 05:20 PM (4,437 Views)
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It's beautiful.

JASPER-DECLAN MACDERMOTT [B129] - ALIVE

Jasper-Declan MacDermott sat in silence, his unblinking eyes staring out at the water. The way the reflections touch the water...ah, how I missed the beach. The one true negative to come from leaving New York City... The boy's long legs were pressed into his chest, his arms curled around them, as he watched the water. His innocent pose, and the lack of tension in his body and facial expression, would not have suggested to an observer that he was currently involved in the world's most deadly game. The only clue was the gun, sitting by his side.

The boy had woken up late- or rather, he had woken up late for the second time. The first time he awoke, he was greeted by an unpleasant sensation in his head. It wasn't something he could think of a word for- an entirely new feeling, and not one he ever wanted to experience again. Was it...pain? Jasper-Declan was unsure- he had nothing to compare it to. He assumed it was a dream sensation, something odd invented by his mind, and drifted back into sleep. The second time he awoke, his head felt mostly normal, though he was the slightest bit dizzy. He'd sat up, looked around, and wondered what exactly he'd gotten into now.

Ah. So it was real. Jasper-Declan had assumed that scene in that auditorium- blood and pandemonium all- had been a dream. But the only logical conclusion he could think of- finding himself alone on a beach, a daypack and his own paint-stained duffel bag beside him- was that everything that he'd seen had actually happened.

That he was on Survival of the Fittest.

As is the game itself... Jasper-Declan had never seen Survival of the Fittest. Hell, he hardly watched TV. But he'd heard of the show, through whispers in the hallways, and he'd dismissed it as childish entertainment, reality TV at its worst. Not something he'd ever pay attention to. Not that he had a choice anymore.

He'd searched through his daypack without much interest and was vaguely surprised to find a gun. Most likely I have gotten quite lucky. Though these bullets...they are quite small. And only eight of them...I will have to be very careful. He almost felt bad, being so detached, but none of this felt quite real to him yet, though he knew that it was. After taking a careful look at the user's manual for his gun- a Remington XP-100, apparently- he loaded the first bullet, keeping the safety on. Better safe than sorry, I suppose. His own duffel bag contained nothing but clothing- the only other thing that mattered to him was his skateboard, and that was gone. He was mildly upset by that, but it was not enough to really disturb his natural calm.

And so Jasper-Declan, daypack on his back and gun in hand, had moved and sat closer to the beach, looking out at the water, lost in thought. I wonder...if being shot with a gun hurts? He could only imagine it would. Hurt was something other people felt. Not him. Still, he didn't want to cause other people pain. He'd already accepted the fact that he was most likely going to die. I imagine it to be...like falling asleep. A simple blackout. I wonder, though, if it will hurt beforehand...? Perhaps to others... He sighed. He didn't want to kill anyone. It was easy to ponder these things when there wasn't someone with a big gun, staring you down...

Jasper-Declan's sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps, stamping down the sand. He turned and saw two figures in the distance- silhouettes, really, they were quite far away. He looked the other way and noted how long the beach stretched in both directions. He didn't move- if he could see the others, they could likely see him, and if they wanted to talk to him, they could do so. His gun lay half-forgotten beside him.

After all, what did it matter?
Edited by Hollyquin, Aug 16 2010, 10:37 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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Jasper-Declan was...

Is.

Are?

Is. Being. Is existing. Is in existence. Perhaps. What proof do I have?

The water...it sparkles. The light sparkles. It's extraordinarily beautiful. It feels so...so peaceful, at this moment. Perhaps an odd thought to have with a gun sitting by my feet. But...what is this game, anyway? What is its purpose? Why are we we being required to kill...? Is there any reason for a human life to end so soon? So young? What is this gun for? To end life? Why? Why...why indeed. Why does the sun shine on the water? Why do the birds keep singing? What birds? Cormorants? I'm unsure. What birds live on this island, I wonder. Birds can go anywhere...I do wish I had the same ability. Perhaps I could go home...I do wonder what Honoria and Rory are doing. This is a television program, is it not? Are they watching? Can they watch?

Do they want to see me like this?

Like what? What am I doing? I am sitting. Alone. With a gun. A gun. What is this gun for?


Spiraling.

Cycling.

Thought.

How did we end up here? Why us? An intriguing question...random selection? Why not? Could it have been anyone? Not us? Someone else? Would I wish this on others? I'm unsure...Who else is out here? Friends. I have friends. Here. Alex, Alex is here. Who else. Names, faces, I know. Alex, where's Alex? Alex is alive. Alex must be alive. Friends? Friends, I have friends. Alex. What do I do, here, alone? The water is truly breathtaking. Perhaps I will remain here a while longer...where are the others? Why am I alone? Others. They must be out there. What are they doing? Killing? Do they have guns? Why do I have a gun? What is this gun for?

Staring into space.

Detached.

Unreal.

Where am I? Minnesota? America? ...Somewhere else? How long was I asleep? I have no way of knowing...I'll never know, I suppose. I have no watch. My phone is gone. What time is it? What day? I don't know. I'm not hungry or thirsty. It cannot have been too long...do my parents know where I am? What are they thinking? Do they know that they're unlikely to see me again? Do they know what I have to do? Do they forgive me? Will they forgive me? I wonder. I will never know. Footsteps. This gun is so...small. Can it kill? Who knows? Will I try? ...I am unsure. Footsteps. What else is in this place? There is a beach. What else? Anything else? Presumably. Where else can I go? What else can I do? Footsteps.

Footsteps?


Footsteps.

Jasper-Declan was forced from his internal dialogue with himself by the sound of footsteps on the sand. He'd been expecting them on some level- he did see the figures on the beach in that direction a while ago, after all- and so he watched their approach with unblinking eyes. Two boys were approaching- one tall, one shorter, both with curly, blonde or blonde-ish hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. He took this all in quickly- besides the movement of his head, he did not move at all.

He blinked. Once.

"Hello."

The gun sat in front of him, glittering in the light.

He did not touch it.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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At first, Jasper-Declan hardly moved.

Erik and Mike. Those names came drifting into his mind from who-knows-where, presumably the result of a forgotten class he'd taken with them. Though he recalled the names, he couldn't for the life of him remember which was which- almost understandable, as outside of their heights the boys were fairly similar-looking. He sat in silence for a moment, observing them. He wasn't afraid. Well, Jasper-Declan was never afraid, but in this case there was nothing to be afraid of- the boys didn't seemed to be armed.

That seems odd. In a game such as this, wouldn't one normally wish to be armed at all times? Perhaps I was wrong to assume that everyone receives a weapon...but wasn't that mentioned in the auditorium as a definite? Curious...perhaps these boys simply do not want to fight...that's understandable.

Jasper-Declan's eyes turned back to the ocean for a moment. What does the ocean say? The cool breeze is both refreshing and somehow...impartial. Hm. Perhaps not the best judge of character, but I suppose there's no reason yet not to give them a chance...

He stood, almost in slow motion, his long limbs uncurling lazily before him. As he did so, he picked up his gun almost as an afterthought, as though he'd nearly forgotten it was there. He didn't hold it like someone who planned to use it- his grip was light, the kind of grip someone held on something they didn't much care about losing.

"Hey, man. You - uh, you doing okay?"

Jasper-Declan blinked.

"...I suppose I am."
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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Jasper-Declan was the slightest bit lost.

That was typical- Jasper-Declan had spend most of his life so far 'slightly lost' and 'stuck on a deserted island and being forced to kill all his classmates' didn't seem like a particularly good time to let old habits die. At this moment, though, he was mainly confused by the fact that this newcomer- this one's name escaped him for the moment- also seemed to be unarmed. Am I the only one armed in this game? What does that mean for me? Am I meant to kill these people? Is it their fate to die, lacking a method to defend themselves as they are? A small part of him thought that perhaps this was the wrong way to think- he didn't really want to kill anyone- but there was still this disconnect between him and the game that prevented him from feeling anything at all.

Why are we here? Why us, particularly? Is there a reason? That thought popped back into Jasper-Declan's head. He didn't bother contemplating. He knew the answer.

"Great. Uh - great. So if it's all cool then, you know, we're all buddies and all, could you just - put the gun down? Only it's a little. You know. Kind of intimidating. Unless that's the point. In which case hey, man, fill your boots, but with someone else. 'Cause, uh, neither of us are gonna get in your way or anything. Or go for you. Um, I don't know what Mike got, but my weapon's a porno, so...unless you get off on a Chinese torture skin flick and accidentally blow your collar while jerking it, I'm not super worried."

That was Erik, presumably- Jasper-Declan mentally noted that Erik was the tall one, taller than he himself was, even. He listened to the entire speech without moving, or even blinking. He was contemplating the gun in his hand. Put it...down? I understand why the others would want that...that's fairly obvious, really, but do I have any good reason to do so? I will lose any trust they might have placed in me if I do not, but do I need their trust...?

He thought a bit more. Most likely I do not want to be alone right now. Besides, perhaps Mike or the other boy does have a weapon that they're simply not wielding at the moment. They may attack me if they perceive me as a threat. However...I do not want to put this gun away...

After a moment, Jasper-Declan thought of a compromise.

Slowly, slowly, as always, he moved the gun. Perhaps that movement would be alarming to the others- hopefully, he reasoned, it would be slow enough of a motion that they would not run or try to retaliate- and, remembering what he'd read in the manual, unloaded the weapon, dropping the one tiny round that he had loaded into his pocket. He blinked once and looked back at Mike and Erik.

"...I do not wish to relinquish my weapon, as I have no wish to die any time soon. But...now that it is unloaded, I pose no risk to you. I see no reason to harm any of you." He nodded to the three.

Then the boy- Mike, he remembered, the shorter one- was talking about the game. About how they needed to...escape. Jasper-Declan blinked. Hadn't they said that escape was impossible? He had taken that at its word. Seemed reasonable enough, to him. Perhaps one of these boys knew better, though.

"You guys probably know more about this Survival of the Fittest thingy, I barely heard about it before, so I completely don't know what happened here last 3 times. I bet someone tried to escape as well. What did they try? Did it work?"

"...I do not watch television, myself, so no, I know almost nothing about Survival of the Fittest...though I am almost sure that no one has ever escaped."

He remembered the boy's earlier question. He frowned, very slightly.

"...And my name is Jasper-Declan."
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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All of this was strange to Jasper-Declan- though he did generally consider normal teenage behavior to be quite strange.

First of all, there was yet another newcomer. Max, his name was, apparently, based on Eriks greeting. He was holding...a golf club? I suppose that could be considered a weapon, in the right hands. What I do not understand is why he would have brought a golf club on our senior trip. Opportunities to use it seem as though they would be limited. Perhaps there was a course at our original destination that I was unaware of? ...I will never know. It was not the golf club that confused, him, though, so much as Max's and Erik's attitudes. Max had...laughed. Erik was holding his hand out for...what were those things called? High-fives? This was...wrong, somehow. Acting so...normal. Why are they choosing to act this way? Perhaps they are choosing to ignore what looms ahead?

Is that normal? Is that what I should be doing?

What is normal?

This certainly is not.


Thinking about normalcy suddenly filled Jasper-Declan with a burning longing for his skateboard, whose absence hadn't bothered him ten minutes ago. Suddenly he just wanted to be home, he wanted to be skating, swimming, running, something. He wanted to see his family. He wanted...a lot of things.

He shook his head. Shook those thoughts away.

This is not going to do me any good.

Better to be logical.


He returned his thoughts to the situation at hand. What else was strange?

"Dude a shotgun! YOU got a fucking shotgun! Really? And they give me a fucking hamburger phone..."

Jasper-Declan wrinkled his nose- he wasn't the biggest fan of profanity on the best of days- but there were two points to think about in that sentence. First of all. A shotgun? Everything Jasper-Declan knew about guns, he knew from his cursory examination of his own gun's instruction manual not so long ago, and he was sure the word 'shotgun' hadn't come up at any point. It could have simply been something he didn't know about, though. But that was quickly refuted by Mike's next statement:

"Uhm... It's not really a shotgun. Shotguns are bigger, two handed usually and made specifically for the close range. This a handgun. A pistol of bolt-action variety as you can see from the handle. It's a Remington, I think. XP-100, though I don't know which type specifically. It was created to be probably the best pistol at long range. Those shells are incredibly fast and they can hit something from about 200 meters away."

Jasper-Declan blinked. This was all useful information. He recalled the word 'Remington', which told him that Mike was most likely correct about all of this. Well, now he knew what his gun was capable of, at least. Apparently it was a pretty decent one. He was lucky.

Then there was the second bit. A "hamburger phone"? He thought about that for a moment. Then it clicked.

Jasper-Declan wasn't stupid. People would occasionally think he was, due simply to his habit of not speaking until he was sure, but the truth was a sharp mind hid behind that quiet mouth of his. The connection wasn't too hard to make with enough information. This boy has a hamburger phone. Max has a golf club. Erik said he had...er...a 'porno'. "I don't know what Mike got, but..."

Ah. I see. Apparently this mister Danya is a tad...open minded when it comes to what he calls 'weapons'. It does appear that I am the only one here who actually received a weapon. I wonder if there's a reason for that...?

He wasn't sure if he liked that fact. On one hand, if he had to fight these guys off- if something went horribly wrong- logically, considering both his weapon and physical condition, he'd likely come out on top. On the other hand, it made the other boys wary of him.

...But perhaps that's a positive?

Either way, he didn't let go of the gun.

He heard Mike's whisper- probably not something he meant the others to hear, but Jasper-Declan had quite good hearing.

"Damn, is there really no way out of here?"

"...No. I do not believe there is."

Jasper-Declan shrugged, having come to terms with this not long after awakening. That was the only way to deal with any of this. Calm acceptance.

His other emotions, locked away, notwithstanding.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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He didn't like this. Not one bit. Not that most students would enjoy being put on an island and forced to kill each other, but that wasn't even bothering him at this moment.

This was very...familiar. The dirty looks, the willful ignoring of whatever it was he'd just said. It was his entire life, all over again.

Except this time he had a gun.

Jasper-Declan didn't grudge them this, though. He wasn't your stereotypical teenage headcase, given a gun and finally having the opportunity for vengeance on those who had once teased him. He understood that he was simply incomprehensible to most other people. Besides, it wasn't like he was teased much. He was more...ignored. It was easier that way, for others and for him.

It is not a problem at home...they ignore me and I ignore them. I am able to go on my own way. Or if circumstances dictate that we work together, the disdain they hold for me becomes irrelevant. Here, however, trust seems to be key. And they do not trust me.

He mulled this over. There was a choice to make here. The others were all nice enough, as far as he could tell. Illogical? Sure, but most teenagers were, to his eternal dismay. On the other hand, they did not trust him. They didn't seem to like him. He was the one with the good weapon, of course, and if they turned against him he could fight them off, but...

But I do not wish to do that. I do not wish to travel with a group that may force me to hurt them in the near future. I...do not wish to kill.

"No...No, Jasper. I refuse to believe that. I don't know how you can be so calm about the situation, but I don't care. There must be a way out of here."

Jasper-Declan blinked. "I don't know how you can be so calm about the situation..."

This didn't make sense. Not being calm, didn't make sense. Panic didn't make sense.

He made his decision.

"I...apologize for my lack of information regarding our current situation. I do not know what transpired in the previous rounds of this competition. However...I do believe I am going to depart. Please, take care of yourselves. I do not wish to hear of any of your deaths."

With a deep nod, Jasper-Declan walked slowly away from the beach, after one last regretful look at the water. Ah, the ocean...you shall see me again. I swear it.

When he was far enough away from the boys that he could no longer be seen, he reloaded his gun.

Just in case.

[[Jasper-Declan MacDermott continued in Pearl and Destiny]]
Edited by Hollyquin, Sep 12 2010, 08:09 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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