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The Only Way Is Up; TOPIC CLOSED
Topic Started: Aug 21 2010, 11:56 AM (9,514 Views)
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((Maf Tuigamala continued from Flowerhead))

Maf was panting softly as they ascended the mountain. The rocks were all loose and the tramp had become more of a scramble, and it didn't help that Maf wasn't in the best physical condition for slogging up mountains. He was an offensive guard, not a linebacker or a marathon runner or whatever. He was built for short distances and king hits. Like that one on Bret. That kind of thing.

No. Maf shook his head. Dwelling on the past like that wouldn't do him any good now. He had to make sure his friends lived, he had to make sure Jennifer lived, he had to make sure he lived. Thinking about Bret wouldn't help.

Jason stopped next to a small, rocky ledge and held up his hand. Maf halted, chuckling to himself at how their leader was playing soldier. Jason had probably watched SWAT too many times or something. It was kind of funny to see the lithe white Australian making hand gestures and lurking around like he was on some sort of terrorist hunt.

The Australian edged to the top of the ledge, looking intently at what was beneath it. Maf began to hear what Jason doubtless heard when he stopped them. Voices. Not just any kind of voices, though, no - whiny, nasally voices. Voices making sales pitches and bitching about not being listened to. Maf raised his head slightly. They were actually being really loud. Stupid loud, given the situation. He didn't recognise any of the voices off-hand, but behind him, Nathan (their new second-in-command, bringing up the rear) hissed something about Jimmy Brennan, the little ginger kid with the big mouth. Maf nodded in accord; it certainly sounded like the angry midget, come to think of it.

Jason turned back to them and held out his hand - four. Four students. Maf nodded again. He seemed to be doing a lot of that on the island, he noted as he moved closer to Jason. He stopped again as he saw Jason move back towards the group, his feet swivelling on the loose pebbles right at the top of the ledge.

Maf watched in horror as they began to skitter down the slope, one by one.

Very.

Very.

Loudly.

Jason froze and spun around, his gun ready in his left. Jimmy Brennan squealed as he traced the pebbles back to their source, sounding like a stuck pig being prepared for Christmas dinner. A girl shrieked at the other three people down below about their penises. It was all happening far too fast.

Maf clambered onto the ledge as quickly as he could. He skidded to a stop next to Jason and pulled his tiny pistol out of his bag, readying it at his hip in his now-default CSI position. He scanned the ground below. Maf had been right. The voices were whiny and nasally - all of them were geeks, except for the girl, whom he recognised as the shrill Leila Langford. But given how quickly the situation had escalated, going to the same parties didn't seem like enough to strike up an alliance.

Hell, this was fast.
THE LIVING - V4
G087 - Rachel Gettys / Tambourine / The Groundskeeper's Hut / Babysitter: Ciel
B027 - Dustin Royal / Yatagan / Residential Area / Babysitter: Hollyquin
B108 - Ma'afu Tuigamala / Astra 400 (9mm) [x3 magazines (8 round capacity)] / The Tunnels / Babysitter: Inky


THE DECEASED - V4
B097 - Max Neill / The Lighthouse

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Back in St. Paul, Maf had a lot of friends who were into hip-hop. It was common ground, even if they tended to be into Akon and 50 Cent and stuff like that, while Maf was more a fan of The Roots and Lupe Fiasco. It was more interesting. But anyway. One of the things they saw eye-to-eye on was R Kelly - he had issues, but his hip-hop was tight. So, when Trapped in the Closet had first come out on DVD and one of Maf's friends had bought it, they'd all gathered to watch R-Kell's magnum opus. It was still one of Maf's favourite films, even if it wasn't finished. It was fucking funny.

Looking at what was happening now, Maf wondered whether R Kelly was a psychic or something. They were one midget away from shit getting twisted.

Jason wasn't handling things particularly well, Maf could easily see that. It wasn't like Jason wasn't a good leader - he just wasn't a guy who could handle conflict all that well, and this was conflict. Brook wasn't exactly handling things well, either, his voice all jumpy and shaky. Nathan was the only one talking sense, even refusing to pull his gun. But sense didn't get you far when everyone else was going crazy. His parents had learned that the hard way.

To be honest, Maf couldn't have cared about this lot. Taking any of them on would just hold them all back, and they all seemed to be nuts anyway. Hell, Brook was bad enough, with his paranoia and shaky hands. The weird long-haired kid had the right idea, skipping out like that. Maf kind of wished they could do the same, and he tapped Jason on the shoulder, hoping to get his attention. Jason didn't even seem to notice.

Then Jimmy and Jeremy and Leila all started shrieking and talking big and trying to push their way into the group. They were all really, really annoying, and he really didn't trust any of them. And it wasn't easy to get Maf to be suspicious of someone. They had to actively be a dick or a bitch to get Maf to dislike them.

Jason had been fixated on Leila throughout her little performance, and Maf began to worry as Jason started into his reply. "It's getting late," he said, his tone sincere, "so we'll probably set up camp somewhere round here. You can stay with us for the night, but don't try anything stupid." Maf's eyes widened. Oh hell no... Jason turned around to get some kind acceptance from the group, and Maf couldn't shake his head any faster. There was no way that she was tagging along. She would only hurt any attempt they made at trying to survive - and besides, he didn't want Jennifer getting the wrong idea when they found her.

Then Jason began his reply to Jeremy's little sales pitch, turning and facing Brook as he did so. "I dunno man, seems like a pretty good idea. I mean we really don't know what we're doing and..." His face and tone were deadly serious, and Maf whacked him on the arm, his eyes practically screaming WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Jason smiled at Maf - it was a joke. Maf breathed in deep, his heart racing, as Jason turned around and smacked down the skeezy trader's offer. He didn't need this kind of excitement in this environment. It was enough to give a man a heart attack.

Brook followed Jason's lead, offering rest and peace and all that other stuff that they would only really get if Jimmy Brennan and Leila Langford and that Jeremy kid were as far away as possible. Those three were trouble with a capital T, and Maf wasn't willing to stake his friends' lives on them. He hit Brook on the arm softly and pointed in the other direction with his thumb - let's get out of here. He could only hope Brook took the hint.
THE LIVING - V4
G087 - Rachel Gettys / Tambourine / The Groundskeeper's Hut / Babysitter: Ciel
B027 - Dustin Royal / Yatagan / Residential Area / Babysitter: Hollyquin
B108 - Ma'afu Tuigamala / Astra 400 (9mm) [x3 magazines (8 round capacity)] / The Tunnels / Babysitter: Inky


THE DECEASED - V4
B097 - Max Neill / The Lighthouse

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Maf thought he was a pretty nice guy.

That wasn't being arrogant. He always tried pretty hard to be nice, and it seemed to be working out well so far.

But there was one thing he couldn't be nice about right now, and that was Leila Langford.

Her...display had rubbed Maf completely the wrong way. She'd basically said they wanted to rape her, he wanted to rape her, and Jason had pretty much bent over backwards for her despite it. Maf wasn't the smartest guy in the group, he knew this, but even he could see how absolutely boneheaded this decision was. It was colossally stupid.

Jason fell back to where he and Brooks were standing, his arms pulling Maf and the skittish Brooks in for a light-hearted pep talk. "Like my awesome commando signals? Probably should of gone through that before I ran off though. Suppose we see this through, hopefully we can get to the Radio Tower before we pass out from exhaustion. I'm pretty glad Nath's taken the lead for now, gives me some time to rest and to catch up on all the gossip that's been happening back here hey?"

Maf groaned. Jason was completely oblivious to the massive spanner he'd just thrown in the works. It was almost as though he was a racehorse, blinkers on to obscure the rest of the pack and keep him bolting blindly for the finish line.

Maf shook his head and pulled loose from Jason's easy grip, falling into line behind Nathan. The last thing Maf needed right now was this kind of stuff on his mind. He had to find Jennifer, find the rest of his friends, get off the island. If it meant picking up a few of Bayview's less pleasant students, then that was the price they paid. Didn't mean he had to like it, though.

((Maf Tuigamala continued elsewhere))
THE LIVING - V4
G087 - Rachel Gettys / Tambourine / The Groundskeeper's Hut / Babysitter: Ciel
B027 - Dustin Royal / Yatagan / Residential Area / Babysitter: Hollyquin
B108 - Ma'afu Tuigamala / Astra 400 (9mm) [x3 magazines (8 round capacity)] / The Tunnels / Babysitter: Inky


THE DECEASED - V4
B097 - Max Neill / The Lighthouse

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