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Sometimes Sanctuary isn't that Far Away...; 6:47 AM - Day 2
Topic Started: Sep 11 2010, 10:29 AM (2,428 Views)
Yvaine
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Me? Why, what a wild and crazy accusation! No no, it was that OTHER girl.
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((Etain Brennan continued from A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return))

It had been a long damn night. After running like hell away from the beach and that crazy chick with the gun, he'd wandered most of the day. He didn't know or have any idea where to go, and it was all a crap shoot in locating Kris. Maybe he would have gone after Tabi, but by the time he got moving, there wasn't any hope of that. The prospect of getting shot in the back the moment he stood up and revealed himself was a powerful motivation to take it slow and play it safe. Then he was alone again, having lost first Kris, then Tabi. The only silver-lining was that Clio seemed to have moved along after hitting Ivan. Unless there was some opportunist waiting in the wings, he was temporarily safe.

Etain wandered the island after that. With nowhere to go, and no idea where his friends might be, there wasn't anything else for him to do. After the incident on the beach, Etain decided to play it safe. Anytime he encountered anybody else, he quickly ducked out of sight, hiding away until he was clear. Whenever he thought about making contact, he rubbed his sore jaw and stayed the course. His primary goal was still to find Kris, but staying in once piece was a close second. It wasn't like he could keep looking with a bullet in the stomach.

Day turned to dusk, dusk to night, and he needed to find some place to bunk down for the night. It had to be someplace safe, someplace out of the way, someplace he wasn't liable to be shot in his sleep. There were a few places he'd made his way through during that day that seemed promising. The scatter of residential buildings he'd passed through not too long ago was the best bet. Etain ended up taking a rock and smashing a window before climbing inside and hiding out upstairs.

He dreamed about Kris, about prom night. He dreamed about her blue dress, her nervous smile, her blush. The kiss goodbye. When he woke up that morning, he woke with a sense of longing. To say that he woke up feeling like a piece of him was missing would be extreme, but not totally inaccurate. There wasn't anything that changed in the night during his rudimentary planning. Aside from the decision to play things closer to the chest, nothing had changed.

After clearing the buildings and starting down the street, a voice crackled to life on a speaker he couldn't see. His interest was more focused on his surroundings then the announcement. It was only the mention of Kris's name that caught his attention. There was only two reasons she could have been mentioned. It took him a second to remember the girl in the swamp. Still, after that, he paid more careful attention. His blood ran cold when the voice mentioned her again. At first, he thought it had to be a mistake, or, or a lie. Kris was no killer. Kris was the sweetest girl he knew, she wouldn't hurt a fly. Yet, the voice said different.

Etain felt numb. He took a seat on a conveniently placed bench without thinking. Kris was evidently a killer. No, no, there had to mitigating circumstances. Something that the voice didn't say. Yeah, that was it. Kris was only defending herself. Someone had attacked her, or she was protecting someone. It was impossible to fathom otherwise. Etain looked up, noticing for the first time he wasn't alone. His first instinct was to run, but what message would that send? Beside, at this point there was no reason to act with any hostility. With a quick grin, Etain tipped his hat at the other boy. "Ah, how're ya?"
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Yvaine
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Me? Why, what a wild and crazy accusation! No no, it was that OTHER girl.
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((Sorry about skipping over you Ella, but I wanted to get this post in before Etain goes inactive.))

Etain jumped off the bench as the sight of the tazer. The fact that the guy didn't seem to eager to use it wasn't exactly comfort. Hell, the fact that the guy was terrified was even worse. That meant he was likely to make a rash decision. Like, oh maybe, tazing him? That would certainly not be the best way to start the morning. "Hey, easy mate, Ah'm not after any sorta trouble."

Just the same, Etain took a step back, away from the bench and his bags. It didn't occur to him that maybe this guy was trying to separate him from any possible weapons might have in his bags. "Friend. Aye, definitely friend." Etain held up his hands in a universal display showing he was unarmed. "Relax, boyo, Ah dinnae have anything dat kin hurt ya." He offered a nervous grin, motioning toward the bags sitting on the ground next to the bench. "All Ah have is some extra food, not hardly enough ta make me Rambo." He didn't really know what posses him to like about the explosives in his bag, but it felt like the right thing to do. Beside, he wanted to calm this guy down, not set him off. Ha, set him off. Like explosives.

If anything, the guy seemed more on edge. His explanation didn't do much to calm it down, it seemed. Etain was kind of hoping that he'd get an opportunity to just take off. Forget talking to this guy, just grab his bags his bags and go, to keep looking for Kris. But the guy was still brandishing the tazer and he didn't seem keen to stop any time soon. The prospect that he was about to be electrocuted seemed more and more likely. "Just, easy mate. No one needs ta do anyting crazy, right? Ah'll head me separate way, and no one'll hurt anyone."

Unfortunately, his retreat was cut short. Someone called out, in his defense it seemed, and Etain and the boy with the tazer turned to the newcomer. One of the last people he ever expected to see was charging toward the two of them, Courtney Something, one of the cheerleaders if he wasn't mistaken. And she was rushing to his aid. It was certainly surprising, if nothing else. Not that he was complaining, of course. Help was help. Especially considering that he was probably a few second away from getting his ass shocked.

Then, as thing seemed to inevitably inclined to arrive at, it all went to hell. The boy fell right over the edge before anyone had a chance to stop him. All the same, Etain made a quick grab for the guys hand, only to miss him my a by mile. He watched as the guy tumbled over the side, feeling helpless and responsible. Sure, it was the girls arrival was the final straw, but maybe if Etain hadn't sat down next to him and scared the guy to death...Instead of saving the guy's life, Etain watched in stunned terror as the boy died right in front of him. This was...just, way too much. He needed to get the Hell out of here, to...do something. To find Kris. It was the same goal he'd had since the start, and a perfect excuse to get gone.

((Etain Brennan continued in Lean on Me))
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