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B046 - Jason Harris Start

Jason Harris had been thinking and he had been thinking for an awfully long while. After waking up in the middle of the logged forest he had sat upright and thought for about a minute. Grabbing his duffel bag he had pulled out his weapon. A strange 5 cylindered gun and held on to it while hoisting the duffel bag awkwardly over his shoulder. Looking around he had moved to the nearest 'safe' location. A pile of logs braced up against a tree. Here he had kept an eye out while he mulled things over.

Firstly he accepted he was stuck in this 'game' and therefore had to come up with a solution to survive. Secondly that the likelihood of escape would be very slim. Jason might be called an idealist, but he was a rational idealist and that meant dealing with reality. He had food and water, light, a map and compass and a; he flicked briefly through the manual in the bag; H&K P11. So the next thing to do would be to establish a home base, find shelter and group up with friends. He needed to play smart, play safe and above all not make and stupid mistakes.

Thinking hard he wished he had paid more attention to previous versions. He knew some students had been carrying unorthodox weapons but he couldn't remember what. He needed to make sure he was prepared. Staring down at the map he tried to familiarise himself with the island. Placing a small pen mark at where he hazarded his current location was he did some quick math. There were about 250 students on the trip. Given the size of the island, and the distribution there was likely someone close by.

Jason paused for a second, touching on the thin band of metal. The collar around his neck didn't bother him, but he knew he should be acutely aware of the danger of the item. Be careful of danger zones. He should head south. Towards the city centre. There would be more people there, but better places to hold out, to plan with others and to stay safe just in case.

His thoughts flickered to his friends and... Erin. Thank god Erin hadn't been on the trip, having to look after her dad she had cancelled at the last moment, but his friends were around. Brook, Nathan, Sierra, Kaine, Maf. He should find them first. None of them would be on a rampage, and he was pretty sure he could trust them. If he couldn't he was screwed anyway, so may as well make that assumption.

Jason shook his head. Stupid mistake. Don't make assumptions. Verify first.

Speaking out loud to himself Jason mentally checked off his to do list. "Move carefully and slowly south." He held up one finger. "Watch out for anyone I come across. Talk if they look smart or friendly, avoid if they are dangerous." Another finger went up. "Find my friends." A third. "Hole up in the city centre in a strong location and figure out a plan."

Grabbing his pack Jason nodded to himself, tearing a small chunk of bread and taking a swig of the water. No sense in being dehydrated or hungry and given the events of the previous versions there would be enough supplies around to last his 'stay' on the island.

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Moving southward he heard the familiar voice of a friend.

"Oh..oh god.."

Jason couldn't help but smile. That was Brook. That son of a bitch was right next to him.

Jason mentally checked himself, remembering his mantra.

"Play Smarter, not harder."

Heading over to the voice he saw the form of Brook tucked in next to a pile of logs, looking at a small object in his hands. Jason froze for a second and then took a gulp as butterflies rushed through his stomach. In fact it was eerily similar to all those times he *nearly* had asked Erin out.

"Ok man, you can do this."

Breathing deeply Jason tentatively moved so he was somewhat obscured by a tree, and hopefully protected in case Brook did something a little... unexpected. He knew that his good mate wasn't liable to shoot anyone but Brook didn't exactly cope well with stress and this was a *very* stressful situation. He called out in what he hoped was a relaxed voice.

"Hey Brook, mate, it's me Jason."



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In movies there's always that moment when the gun is pulled and everything seems to slow down. That brief muzzle flash that denotes the turning point of the movie, the death of a major character. When Jason stared down the barrel of Brook's pistol that is exactly how he felt. His heart rate seemed to slow almost to a stop and everything went quiet, all he could hear was the sharp intake of his breath. Everything was so sharp, he could see the beads of sweat running down Brook's head and the ever slight movement of bark crumbling from the long dead trees. In that moment Jason felt as if he was going to die with absolute certainty.

Brook lowered the gun and collapsed.

Exhaling Jason was pulled back to reality, everything shimmered for a second and returned to normal, no amazing details, no slow motion movement, just him and a broken friend.

Jason frowned and stepped towards Brook. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with the situation in front of him. Brook had rarely cried, if ever and Jason didn't exactly have the crib notes for how to comfort someone in this situation. So Jason did what he thought was closest, first aid shock treatment. Bending over near Brook Jason awkwardly put his arm over his friend's shoulder and patted him. He didn't know what to say, so said the first thing that came in to his mind.

"Cheer up emo kid."

Jason stifled a laugh. The whole thing was preposterous but humour was great to snap people out of shock. Hopefully it would ease Brook's nerves. Looking up and checking to see if no one was coming

"Suppose you could say this is a... killer school trip." The Australian paused and cocked his head, smiling ever so slightly looking down at Brook (something that didn't happen often).

He knew he had to calm Brook down and figured this might be his best bet for now. It was lucky he had stumbled across his friend so early. Things could of been much, much worse, plus they both had guns which meant that they were luckier than most. With Brook watching his back Jason felt at least a little more at ease than he did before.

No.

Focus, be alert.

Even now he couldn't be letting his guard down. He needed to get Brook up on his feet and at least coherent and group up with anyone else who would be willing to work together. Jason had no illusions about getting off the island alive, but damn it if he was going to let his friends die. Things had started to crystallize in his mind. Find his friends and ensure they were the last ones standing, tell them as much as he could and at least one of them could get home and tell their stories to their loved ones. He had no doubt there would be players and many people trying to escape. A fools hope and statistically one that would cause the deaths of those trying. Better to play smart, group up and make sure the one who won deserved it.

"Right mate, first things first we've got to have a plan."

Jason then proceeded to coldly and logically tell Brook his thoughts. He had bottled all his fears and terrors away but he could hear them, scratching and clawing at that closet door in his mind, ready to pounce. If being cold and logical kept them at bay, thats what he would do. Still he could hear them back there.


In the dark.






Waiting.

Edited by Fanatic, Aug 10 2010, 07:27 AM.
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It was obvious that Brook wasn't taking the whole thing well, and rightfully so. Despite his best efforts Jason couldn't seem to shake Brook out of his state. Something was going on in the back of the boy's mind that Jason had rarely seen before and despite knowing Brook for the majority of his school life the Australian was worried, he hadn't even smiled a bit.

Still, when Brook embraced him in a hug Jason returned the sentiment. Brook might be in a fragile state at the moment but he was Jason's best friend and there was no way he wasn't going to be there for him, regardless of the circumstances. A thousand thoughts briefly crossed his mind, he did not want to mention searching for Tiffany at this point, it was a dumb idea and one that could get both of them killed, Brook would thank him later when he got off the island and found a nice girl to settle down with. The bloke deserved it. Not to say Tiffany wasn't a nice girl but Brook had some sort of infatuation with her, one which Jason wasn't sure he approved of, despite his reassurances to Brook.

"You'll be right mate. Sorry about that, just thought some humour might lighten the mood." Jason shrugged his shoulders and continued. "You are totally right though, this is some crazy shit and trust me, I'm not as uplifted as you might think, I've just got..."

He paused for a second. There they were again. Scratching at that door in his mind, rattling the knob, threatening to get out.

"Got to keep positive. Anyway, we should look for some people. I'm thinking the track team. Most of the guys there are smart blokes, they won't be pulling any dumb shit. We can rest a while here and you can figure out that pistol."

As Brook responded and looked up to the sound of Nathan kicking the log Jason cursed himself for letting down his guard. Mistakes like that get people killed. Control the situation. Looking at Brook Jason put a finger up to his lips and signaled for his friend to hold the position.

Stepping outwards in what he hoped would be some sort of rudimentary crossfire if whoever it was came in swinging Jason called out.

"Who's out there? We've got you flanked mate, come out, no ones going to be shooting here!"

Jason hoped to god that that whoever was out there would just step in to their field of view and he hoped it was someone friendly. He wasn't sure what Brook would do, but hell, he wasn't sure what he would do. He could only stand and wait.
Edited by Fanatic, Aug 12 2010, 12:28 AM.
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It must of been Jason's lucky day finding two of his friends. He paused for a second, thinking to himself. Well not really lucky all things considered, in fact, pretty much unlucky. Or yesterday was unlucky and today *was* lucky. It didn't really matter.

"Hey Nath. Brook's here as..."

Jason was cut off as Brook jumped out from the side and called out. As the three visibly relaxed Jason listened carefully to Brook.

"Yeah going to have to agree with you mate. This isn't exactly the most defensible location, plus we don't know who might be a little more trigger happy than us. I'm thinking if we're here." Jason set his backpack down and unfurled his map pointing to where he hazarded the group was. "We can make it to the town before nightfall, at least we can set something up in that case."

Turning to Nathan he took another quick glance around and drew a line with his finger. "You got anyone you wanna look out for Nath? You too Brook. We probably want to keep it small but there's safety in numbers. We've both got guns too so we're pretty kitted out, what did you get?"

Jason was already thinking about the trek. It would be a tough walk but they should be fine. Nathan seemed to have his head screwed on right at the moment, together they should be able to keep an eye on Brook until he calmed down. Shock was a bitch. Probably should get him to read the manual of that gun. Jason's one was a dozey, an underwater dart gun. Battery pack instead of clip. Took him all of 10 minutes to read the manual and figure it out. He hoped Brook's was easier.

"Gun's up guys, we should get moving soon, but take a minute or so to figure things out ok?"

Jason paused, letting Nathan get anything he might need off his chest. He was glad that both of them were here, none of them would ever hurt each other that much he knew for certain.





Cause they just wouldn't.




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Jason grimaced slightly when Brook mentioned Tiffany. He didn't turn around and show his friend that though. He didn't want to say anything but the girl was probably already dead and even if she was alive it would only get them in to trouble. He had joked from time to time that the girl would be the death of Brook and he was going to make sure that never happened. He involuntarily squeezed the gun in his hand a little tighter.

As Maf called out from the knoll Jason steadied himself, almost instinctively dropping in to a crouched position much like he did when preparing for a jump while snowboarding. Seeing the figure cresting the hill Jason awkwardly regained his balance and waved over to his Fijian friend. Moving over to him he held his hand out and 'side fived' his gym friend, the familiar movement of a ritual practiced day in and day out brought a smile to Jason's face.

"Maf." Jason said as he checked that Brook and Nathan were following him. "You have no idea how good it is to see you mate. We're in a boatload of shit, but we're going to do the best we can. Stick together, play smart, we might just be around long enough to figure something out." Jason didn't really think they had much chance of 'figuring something out' but hope was a fragile thing and he had to make sure no one gave in. He didn't mean to take on the mantle of a leader, but what with Brook still being shook up and Nath and Maf showing up it seemed like it was the natural thing to do. Truth be told he was hoping that Nathan would of stepped up to the plate like he did at track.

As Nathan and Brook reached the top of the hill Jason smiled once more. "Nathan's finally going to break that 11.0 on his hundred metre sprint." The 11.0 was an old joke that the track team had shared. Especially amongst the short distance runners. That was the time to beat and day in and day out they would never hit it. Jason had jokingly promised Nathan once that they would both break it before they finished college.

It seemed almost ridiculous now, as the four boys stood looking southward towards the rest of the island. A hundred thoughts flooded Jason's mind, each more foolish that the last, he couldn't quite place it but it really seemed that this was the beginning of something new and he was excited, despite the situation. It was like when he stood at the edge of a black diamond run or when he peered over the edge of a cliff, getting ready to abseil down but only this time he had people to look after, his friends and they were counting on him.

He was never the leader in school preferring to relax and be part of the crowd, but now glancing at Brook he could see that his friend could fall apart at a moment's notice so he had to be resolute, maintain his composure and never falter, not even for a second. They were his responsibility now and he was going to make sure that they were the ones that remained, whatever it took.

Looking at his companions he took a deep breath. They all deserved to live so much. Brook; his best friend, smart, caring and reliable. He had a bright future ahead of him, he was going to revolutionise America's irrigation system.

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Jason stood in the flower shop, looking at what he strongly suspected was some kind of rose, but despite the time he spent around Brook he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the most obvious of flora. Swinging his backpack on to his left shoulder he turned to Brook who was staring at a small sprinkler part.

"Hey Jase?"

"Yeah mate?"

"This project is my key to college"

"Brook mate, you are going to change the planet with that project of yours."


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Jason couldn't imagine having the future taken away from anyone, least of all Brook. Glancing past his friend to Nathan he nodded grimly. Nathan was competitive, he could take the hard truth if needed.

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"Go again!" Nathan yelled as the two boys tagged the flags at the end of the track field. "One more"

Jason took a sharp intake of breath as he pushed himself off again, Nathan was already a few feet ahead of him and pushing hard as the big clock looking over the field ticked by.

"I." Jason panted as he accelerated trying to draw aside of Nathan, "am so tired"

"Geoffrey wouldn't be tired yet Jason, I need to break his time."

"Geoffrey's not here Nath, he's not here."

11.6. Not fast enough. The two boys turned to do the sprint again.


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Finally he looked back at Maf, the fourth member of their little group. The Fijian had the gun at his hip like some sort of police officer on one of those tv shows that were so prolific during that prime time slot. He looked dangerous, but Jason knew Maf was probably the least likely of anyone on the island to even hurt another person. Jason knew he would be looking for Jen, and he decided he would help, better than Brook's hangup at least.

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The group of boys stood cautiously at the edge of the dance floor as all around them their fellow students got up and danced to the music blaring from the speakers in the hall.

"Maf is one lucky son of a bitch hey Brook?"

"I suppose so." came the response. The taller boy's eyes were fully focused on Tiffany twirling away on the dance floor, his thoughts far away.

Jason didn't mind though, he was happy Maf had finally got a break. He suspected the gentle giant hand never truly forgiven himself for the tackle he made back in junior year. He caught the smile Maf gave Jen as the two held hands. It was the first time in a long while Jason had seen him this happy.

"Hey Maf!" he yelled out and the Fijian turned his way, his eyes lingering on his date. "You go for it mate!" Maf blushed and smiled shyly as he turned back to Jen and murmered something to her.

Jason strolled on to the dancefloor, it was going to be a good night.


The gentle breeze brought Jason back to the present. "Fuck, couldn't of been some other school," he murmured. Turning back to the trio behind him, guns held at their side, standing at the top of the hill like some sort of action movie poster he grinned and spoke up. "Moment of truth guys. Teamates for life or what?"

And with that he moved southwards.

((Jason Harris continued in The Only Way Is Up))
Edited by MK Kilmarnock, Sep 1 2010, 09:18 AM.
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