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A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return; B082 Ivan Kuznetsov Start - TOPIC CLOSED
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The waves rolled in and rolled back out again, never letting anything in the way of their constant, peaceful motion. The sound was practically enthralling. What would being a wave feel like? Would it contain all the helplessness of having your path chosen for you, never to control where you were headed, set for a crash course against the face of some mass of land only to be dragged back out? Or perhaps, would it feel like a rush of phenomenal power, knowing no other force on the planet could stop the energies and way of the world that cause you to be, cause you to act, cause you to carry on.

Ivan sat at the forest's edge, envying the waves.

Ivan Kuznetsov, Male Student no. 082 Start

He hadn't moved very far from where he had woken up a short while ago. A few grains of sand still persistently clung to the back of his head and neck, despite him having wiped the irritating substance away to the best of his ability. The thin strip of beach on which Ivan had found himself was now disappearing, currently losing an ebbing, flowing battle against the tide, which proceeded to gain more and more territory. He had moved back aways, now sitting on the edge of the woods with his back pressed against a rough-barked tree. He hadn't uttered so much as a single word since awakening on the island, and there was no point. The tree did not have ears; the waves did not have cares.

As he longed to lead that simpler life enjoyed by the water, many things were running through Ivan's head. Why was this happening to them? Why Bayview? Louis once told him something about Survival of the Fittest, but Ivan could not bear to bring himself to try and remember much. Any lingering thought or memory of home was causing him a lot of immense pain right now. On this island, his captors expected him to kill his classmates. There was a very, grim possibility that Ivan was not going home, and he knew it. He couldn't allow the trembling of his body to show, however. There was nobody around him, and he wanted to keep it that way, but he had no way of knowing if a camera was near or not. He didn't see any, but he was sure that he was being seen.

Maybe, just maybe, a camera really was watching him. And on the chance it was, again... maybe. Maybe Louis would be watching from home. Ivan swallowed his spit at the thought, and he shut his eyes, allowing his ears to take over and listen for the crashing of the waves.

Louis... I hope you can understand if your big brother can't fight for a chance to see you again. But it's too stupid. I just want to stay away from everybody else. Stay out of the way. If I die, I would much rather die alone than have some... punk... standing over my corpse with even the slightest air of triumph. But... Mom... Aunt Vera, Louis... if I could bring myself to do it, just for a chance to treasure you more than I did, I would. I really, really would.

Ivan sighed and opened his eyes. He dropped them from the waves, just for a moment, to look at the daypack resting by his side. He had already taken a look at it as soon as his dizziness had warn off. He searched all through the bag for a weapon of some sort, as promised, but only found what seemed to be basic supplies: a flashlight, an umbrella, a first aid kid...

Wait... nobody said anything about an umbre-

...

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Ivan had passed his credo to the island. His code was set, and he was sure in what he was going to do, even if he hadn't said it aloud yet. Silence was perfectly alright with him, as the waves had a lot more to say, and could speak volumes more of meaning and deepness than he ever could. Everything he had wanted to say, he said in life. His real life, not the pale imitation he was about to hold on the island for a few days. His few last days.

Maybe, maybe when the area he was in was declared a danger zone (a tiny fragment remaining from that previous, terrible night), he would find a nearby camera and talk to Louis for the last time. Tell him all his plans for them both, and what Louis would now have to carry out on his own. A message for him to give to his mother and aunt, both of which he was sure would be unable to bring themselves to watch the television... he knew he wouldn't be able to. But that was then, and this was currently nothing, no time of particular interest. Just... watching the waves until he died.

The plodding of footsteps had decided to crash Ivan's party, however. His ear tickled a bit as he caught the sound, and his eyes opened, brow furrowed.

What the... they sound pretty fast!

He had barely enough time to make this observation, rising to his feet and taking a single step away from the tree before something collided with him from behind. He let out a grunt from the impact, but it also held tones of a scream, something that he wouldn't have cared to admit any other time. Here, though, Ivan knew he was scared, scared and thankful that he had a relatively empty bladder.

Adrenaline had pushed through the floodgates that were opening inside of him. Ivan took a couple steps forward in order to keep his balance and not fall on his face, but he lacked his arms for balance. They were both pinned to his sides by another pair of arms wrapped firmly around him in a surprisingly powerful grip. Probably a member of the football team, maybe basketball, or somebody who liked wrestling... all the more reason for Ivan to be scared. At least his glasses had managed to stay on his face, no mean feat. Green was supposed to be a calming color, but the tint of his lenses was far too little to keep the boy calm as he staved off a student obviously trying to kill him.

In the space of a second, Ivan released his grip on the umbrella in his left hand, letting it fall away from him to the side, lifted his chin up, and pushed out laterally with his shoulders as much as he could. His short stature was feasibly one strike against him; if he wasn't careful, somebody bigger could try and use this against him, as somebody was doing now. His muscles weren't meant to push the offender, his predator, off of him, but just disorient the grip enough for his next trick to work.

Exhaling in the form of a louder growl of fury, Ivan brought is head foward and down, raising his right foot to swing back and smash his heel into the shin of whatever person was grabbing him. He overshot a little in the panic, however, but it worked out alright. Now it was his calf aiming for their shin, which still should have been enough to disrupt the footing of his assaulter. Finally, he shoved his elbows out as the final cataclyst of momentum, swinging the person over his shoulder.

"Get... the FUCK... OFF!"

The moment the grappler had hit the ground, Ivan immediately identified her as female. There was a bit of shame to go along with that... for a girl, she was a very strong one. However, this island did not play gender favoritism, and Ivan had to play the same way. Quickly bending down to snatch up his umbrella, he stood up again, lined up his shoulders to the fallen girl, and pointed the umbrella directly at her face.

"Don't move. Don't scream. Who are you, what the hell do you want, and what do you have on you!?"
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Ivan glared down at the girl that had just tried to grab him. The fact of the matter was, now she was on the ground, he was in the position of power, and if he really had to... well, Ivan didn't actually want to think that far ahead. As it was, he glared down at her through his green-tinted glasses, awaiting her answer.

So, she was Tabi Gweneth. Ivan had heard that name a few times on the overhead announcements, and he'd also seen the face... hell, he'd probably seen and taken into account every individual face in Bayview, no matter if anybody else realized it or not. However, he hadn't associated the face with the name until now.

Whatever... that takes care of that for the time being, but I need to know what she's got on her...

Ivan continued his stare down at the poor girl, which was only made worse than usual by the higher vantage point, her prone position, and the fact that his eyes were completely obscured by the colored lenses. Yet, as he stared, she continued to blubber out nothing useful. Maybe... maybe she was actually relatively harmless. Ivan's mind scrambled a bit... he was nervous. He knew he was nervous, but he didn't want her knowing he was nervous. Her anxiety, however, was painfully clear. Given a few moments, he'd let her up. Maybe he'd frisk her to make sure it was safe, maybe-

"Tabi!"

...

Ivan's eyes widened and his head immediately turned to the voice, then back to Tabi. This was not good at all... who was this person with the incredibly annoying accent? He knew Tabi? In that case, this wasn't going to look good at al-

"Hands where I can see them!"

"What the..." he rumbled lowly, turning in a strafing manner so he could have Tabi in the bottom section of his vision while looking in the direction everybody was coming from. When he saw a second person approaching, this time a girl, his temper began to flare. What the hell... where were they all coming from? Was EVERYBODY about to flock to his secluded spot, when all he wanted... was to be left alone!?

"The FUCK do you want!?" He barked at the two, but at looking at the newer person, he seemed unsettled. The guy with the crazy accent didn't have any visible weapon, though the hand in the pocket was... nerve-wracking. He might've had a knife in there, or maybe a gun. What was worse, though, was that the girl definitely had a gun, and she was taking turns focusing it on him and the others.

Shit... shit, SHIT! Ivan's jaw locked into a scowl.

"No... I'm NOT playing the game. I just want to stay here, and be left. ALONE!" He nearly screamed the last bit, then quickly looked down to Tabi. The sight wasn't pretty... she seemed to be passed out, and there was a large wet spot over her crotch. How annoying... the girl literally pissed herself and fell asleep. Ivan looked back to the other two, holding his umbrella steady and pointed between the two.

"Go... just go!"
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((GMing performed with permission from Yvaine. I had a bit of trouble working with this situation, so sorry, guys. Had to place it all in order.))

Ivan's eyes, while barely visible from Etain's viewpoint and just about completely hidden at Clio's distance, had narrowed. As Louis would've been keen to point out, this facial tic generally only made itself known when Ivan was angry, in deep thought, or scared. As this situation would have it, Ivan just happened to be all three. Clio was speaking a rough game, which would normally be laughable coming from such a small girl, but the gun in her hand said that she could speak just about any game she wanted. It was this one factor that kept Ivan still long enough for Etain to push his umbrella aside and lean down to pick Tabi up.

Ivan peered down, completely incredulous. Was this kid for real? He was telling them to back off, and here Etain was, having a set of iron tennis balls hanging low enough to get within kneeing range in order to lift the soiled, broken girl at Ivan's feet. The grip that his left hand, the dominant one, had on his umbrella tightened as he looked between both Etain and Clio. The boy was just annoying, and frankly, Ivan wanted to knock his damned head off for such a ballsy move. The girl, however, she could be complicated.

"Okay, you, Ivan, drop the umbrella, and I'll...wait, I'm the girl with the gun, so I decided I'm giving out conditions with nothing in it for you. You'll be lucky to say tommorow that nobody killed you today. Second, you, annoying guy who's name I can't remember at the moment..."
Ivan wasn't liking where this was going, but he did get a few things out of what the girl had just said. First, and worst, she wanted him to drop his umbrella. He could both hear and feel one of his knuckles crack when she requested that of him, and his heartbeat picked up a little. As far as visible cues went, his tongue flicked out of his mouth for a bit, resetting itself as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Second, she knew his name. At first, he couldn't really tie a face to her name, nor did he care all that much before, but this was a detail that could be pretty important in a few moments.
Where have I... Clio? I'll try Clio, hope she responds to that-

Ivan's thoughts were interrupted by Clio's announcement that, to his disgust (and not so much his surprise, by this point), that she intended to play the game. He opened his mouth to say something, but somebody else had decided to make a move first. Against all expectations, that person was... Tabi. Ivan could feel his nerves go into overdrive as the girl had struggled from Etain's arms and dashed behind... him? From her momentum, Etain had stumbled forward, towards Ivan.

From that moment, Ivan got a little lost in the moment.

His base instincts saw a little chance to get some revenge for such a blatant invasion of Ivan's personal space earlier. Without even thinking about it, Ivan's left thumb hit the switch on the umbrella, causing it to burst open and partially obscure his form to both Clio and Etain. Then, with a jerking of his body, he raised his left arm up, taking the umbrella with it into a position above his and Tabi's heads, where you would expect it to be if it were raining. However, by the time that the umbrella was no longer between Etain and Ivan, Ivan's right fist was halfway through a set crash-course with Etain's jaw.

The connection was made with a resounding, satisfying 'smack'. Ivan wasn't sure just how far the uppercut would send Etain reeling, but he knew that it had enough force behind it to where he had to place his right foot in front of his leaning body to steady himself, to where he then straightened back, feeling Tabi behind him. For a moment, Ivan felt that Etain was lucky that it was his right hand, and not his left.

That moment quickly passed when he had realized Clio was still pointing the gun at him, and was probably not all that impressed at what he had just done. The fear pounding straight through Ivan was powerful enough to reach all the way to his face and, for the first time, his countenance didn't hold an ambiguous mix of anger, irritation and fear. It was all pure, unalduterated terror as Ivan believed he was moments away from being shot. In such a situation, he did the most logical thing.

He scrambed to get behind Tabi, reaching around her with his right arm, his left still holding the open umbrella in front of them. If Clio shot at him, there was a chance that Ivan could still get out of this. All he could hope was that she wouldn't fire on him for any reason: whether it being the gun didn't work, it was out of ammo, or maybe, just maybe, she was just as scared as Ivan was.
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Tabi's anxiety and writhing were both all too apparent for Ivan as he gripped onto Tabi, the umbrella in his hand still outstretched. He wasn't sure why he had done what he just did, beyond the simple fact that he just wanted Etain and Clio to get lost, and leave him be. Even Tabi not being there would be a plus, but it seemed he was stuck with her, using her as some demented combination between a gambling chip and a meat shield in order to affirm his survival. And for what? So he could waste away, have his neck blown out, or be killed by somebody on this island completely forsaken by anything resembling a god. Just as sure as the twinge of pain in the knuckles of his right hand, what he had done had not worked. If anything, it actually made the situation worse.

Etain mumbled something in retaliation with that stupid accent of his once more. Well, Ivan had expected that he wasn't going to like it. Few people actually liked being punched in the face, and those who did were the sort that tended to worry the more conversative-minded Russian. Yet, even in the face of death, even he couldn't resist a quick verbal snap to Etain's neck, even if it was only in his mind. What did I do that for? Maybe because you're an unintelligable prick who's good at nothing except getting in my w-

A loud noise slammed through Ivan's eardrums. 'Loud' was a generously nice way of putting it, as well as horrendously understating. The gun in Clio's hands didn't appear to be all that large, probably wasn't any bigger than whatever it was that the police used, and yet it created a noise that tore through the air akin to thunder. Ivan flinched from his position of being tucked behind Tabi, his arm tightening around her, his grip lying just below her neck, below her collar. So Clio's gun was definitely loaded and primed, if there were any doubts about that. Ivan hadn't been banking on that gun being inactive, but now it was confirmed in the most startling of ways that, if Clio saw it fit, any one of them could be dead. His heartrate picked up a little, his mind racing as Clio continued to give her selfish demands.

But what was...

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"Ivan!"

The sharp, shrill voice of his mother could punch Ivan into full alertness, even from the opposite side of the court. He shook himself out of the fatigue that was setting in; he couldn't allow himself to fall to that. Without a word, for all of his air had been taken by his panting, Ivan looked up from his feet to see his mother. Her face was hard to make out at this distance, but her body language, her stance said everything he needed to know.

"You're watching my racket too much! You need to watch all of your opponent. You hear me? All of it! Return these next few shots, or we're doing the footfire again!"

Ivan grunted a response the best he could manage with his strained lungs, and straightened his back. Watch the whole person, figure out what they're going to do next...
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Ivan had noticed it. Maybe not at first, but now he was realizing what was wrong with this picture. Something about Clio's face when she fired that gun, it told him... fright? Pain? He couldn't pick it out, but there was some sort of agony tied to her firing that weapon. It was the smallest of things to pick on, but he also realized that it was the harbinger of the only factor that might let him make it out of this situation alive.

... Thank you, mom...

Ivan leaned his head closer to Tabi's, until his mouth was right under her ear. He whispered something very slight, almost a breath. It was all that needed to be said and nothing more as Ivan made the most difficult movements of his entire life thus far.

"When I let go, run into the woods. I'll catch up."

His left hand snapped forward, thrusting the opened umbrella up towards Clio's face. The tense, white-knuckle grip on the handle was released, sending the implement towards the girl who threatened to end all of Ivan's plans, as short-term as they may have been. Releasing Tabi from his grip and pushing off her shoulder in order to aid acceleration, Ivan ran right for the girl with the gun. This had to work, it had to, or he was dead. Dead sooner than he wanted to be, before he could be sure that death was near, and he could say his goodbyes to Louis, and to the rest of his family. Before that time, he was not dying. He simply would not allow it.

Ivan had something special to give to Clio. Etain had gotten the right hand, his non-dominant arm. He didn't have a gun pointed at Ivan. Piling all of his pent up frustration and anger from being bothered, from the fear of dying alone, from having his life being taken from him, from being threatened, from this whole. Damn. FUCKING. GAME. All of that went to Ivan's stronger, dominant left arm as he lunged at Clio to try and take her down.

Or die trying.
Edited by MK Kilmarnock, Aug 21 2010, 07:13 PM.
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Take THAT, you filthy...

Ivan had only let loose a deap-lunged roar as he struck Clio down, eschewing a witty one-liner or an insult screamed in Russian for something a bit more primal. It had felt good; far better than hitting Etain, which was mostly out of irritation. Slugging Clio in the face was out of necessity, and the adrenaline he was now feeling was incredible.

Perfect for turning his ass to the wind and running like hell.

Almost before the girl had slammed down to the ground, Ivan pivoted, scooped up his umbrella with his now-tingling left hand, and dug his heels into the sand to take off. Getting out of there was his first priority, his complete necessity.

Come on, come on, come on...

"G... ghhh..." Ivan whimpered. Fear and the incredible rush of power had mixed into a deadly concoction in his veins. If the situation were anything other than life or death, Ivan's legs would have turned into mint jelly, his body would flop to the sand, and he'd have a fit right there on the loamy-sandy beach. But this WAS life or death. A kid from his own high school, one of his peers, had decided that he was better off dead, and other students were bound to think just the same way.

BANG.

She was shooting at him! Ivan had sufficiently pissed Clio off to where she was attempting to cash in on her threats... she meant it when she said that she'd kill him. Or maybe she was shooting Etain. Ivan had pushed by him even when he felt like the beach itself was against him, offering little traction and giving under his heels. It wanted him to be caught by Clio. It, too, wanted him dead. Perhaps Etain was already dead, Ivan had no idea. Tabi was still in front of him in the distance, however. She was still quite alive.

BANG.

"AUGH!"

Ivan felt the slice of heat and metal through the skin on his right arm. He wasn't sure just how deep he had been hit, but he had. His mother was not a hunter, nor his aunt, and he personally never knew nor cared if his father was (though he imagined that being a musician didn't leave a whole lot of time to murder Bambi), but this had enlightened him; he now knew what it was like to be a deer. To be a deer running from a hunter, armed with a gun, and he had been hit. Perhaps he'd escape, or perhaps he would bleed out and die. Only time would tell, but he was willing to take the route more likely to let him live, if for only a little while.

He kept running.

BANG.

"Augh... AUGH!" Ivan's short, frantic yells timed with a few of his footsteps. There was no sharp pain besides the one still lingering in his arm. No new friends to join in the carnage of wounds. He was still afraid, though. Clio had alread shot him, and she most likely would not have any particular qualms about shooting him again.

BANG.

Ivan had heard that one. Not just the eruption from the weapon, but the tell-tale whizzing of the small metal cap itself. This one had just barely missed him. He wasn't even sure how many shots it was at this point, just that he had to get out, had to get out, had to get out, to reach the trees, reach Tabi, reach the trees, get the fuck out of Stalingrad.

He had finally caught up to Tabi, and the pain spurred him to push on faster. Ivan felt no relief even when the ground under him firmed to dirt as opposed to the dry sand of the beach, only concerned with removing himself from the situation. Grabbing a hold of Tabi's left arm with his right, ignoring the pain and blood that must've been present at the time, he pulled her with him as his legs pushed on, working to keep them both alive.

He just wanted to be alone, but that wasn't going to happen any longer.

((Ivan Kuznetsov, continued in Haven't you got eyes in your head?))
Edited by MK Kilmarnock, Aug 28 2010, 10:05 PM.
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