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Sometimes Sanctuary isn't that Far Away...; 6:47 AM - Day 2
Topic Started: Sep 11 2010, 10:29 AM (2,421 Views)
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Trained for combat by a cabal of hacktivists.
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((Courtney Bradley, continued from Take, Eat))

Courtney had walked for what felt like forever, and still not managed to get anywhere. Her map had proven to be pretty much useless to her, and well, without anyway of knowing where she was, she'd gotten lost pretty quickly. She recalled walking by a mountain, but aside from that... she hadn't seen anyone, or anything, of note.

She looked around. She'd come to somewhere interesting, that was for sure. She took a look around. Houses? There were houses on this island? She'd seen Residential District marked on her useless POS map somewhere, but she'd assumed it was some sort of joke and that it would turn out to be a tent and two cows or something. But, no. She was wrong. There were houses.

Didn't that mean the entire island had been lived on?

More shouting. Voices. From somewhere, anyway. Courtney found herself again rushing to find the source of someone shouting. Maybe this time she'd get a different reaction. Someone she knew, Someone who'd be glad to see her.

Please let it be someone who'd be glad to see her.

Courtney looked around. It stopped. Something about someone named some greens and then silence. That was odd. Who was shouting? Why?

She took cautious steps forwards. There were people nearby. Which was sort of relieving, until she saw the situation. Someone was sat on a bench with their back turned and... and someone brandishing... oh what the hell, was that a taser? Was he threatening them with a taser?

Well, she thought about running. She thought about just turning around, letting him tase the guy, throw him off a cliff or whatever and just never think about it again. No. She couldn't. She couldn't live with herself if she did that. She couldn't let herself be a coward. She had to do something, help them out. But she was a coward. She was a runner. All her life she'd been running away from these things.

Courtney shook her head and charged towards him. She was going to prove to the perverts watching at home she wasn't cowardly G002, Easy kill with a box of condoms as a weapon. She was going to prove to him that he couldn't just wave a taser around in people's faces and get away with it, but most of all... she wanted to prove to herself that she was actually worth a damn. Courtney hurtled along towards him, fists balled up.

And then she stopped. Hesitated. Came to a abrupt halt a couple of paces away from him. She couldn't do it. Not now. But she had to do something. If not attacking him, there had to be another way to get him to stop.

"Leave him alone!" She shouted. She doubted it would work, but it was the best she could do.
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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He turned, ran away. That was good. He wouldn't hurt them now. Courtney followed for a few steps before grinding to a halt. They were too close to the water. Someone could fall in, hurt themselves, have to get the rest of them to pull them out.

Courtney stopped running. She didn't want that to happen. He, however, didn't want to stop... or couldn't. Courtney ran to try and catch him, but he tumbled over the edge and into the water. Courtney threw her bag down onto the concrete and knelt down, leaning over, counting the seconds in her head as she looked at the water. Three, Four, Five. She saw him struggle, just for a moment. Someone had to dive in there. Someone had to get him out. Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three. Courtney took her eyes off the water for just a moment. There had to be someone around to help. There was nothing Courtney could do. She couldn't even swim. Maybe if she could she could've dived in, helped him.

Instead, she was watching him drown. Thirty-Three, Thirty-Four, Thirty-Five. Thirty-Five seconds underwater and no movement. He was a goner. He wasn't going to be getting out in a hurry... or at all. Oh No. Nonononononono. This couldn't be happening. No... he came up! He was breathing! She saw it!

"Stop playing around!" She yelled at the water. "...Stop messing with me! Get up!"

It was no use. He wasn't coming back up. He wasn't coming back up and it was her fault. It was all her fault. Courtney crawled back from the edge and sat on the pavement, continuing to stare at the still water.

Courtney pulled her knees to her head and started sobbing. No use in dressing it up. She had, for all intents and purposes, just killed someone. She could have done something... saved him. But she didn't. She didn't and now she was going to come up on the announcements and everyone he knew was going to hate her now and they were going to murder her. The thought took Courtney by surprise. She wasn't safe here now. She wasn't safe anywhere any more. Everyone on the island could've known the man she condemned to death, and every single one of the could be out for her head by the time the next announcement played. Oh God, she was screwed. So screwed.

Courtney wiped the tears from her eyes and struggled to her feet. She had to get out of here. Courtney slung her bag over her shoulders. She had to run. Run away. As far as she could.

Looks like she was gonna be a coward after all.

((Courtney Bradley, continued in Just Close Your Eyes.))
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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