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Watch Your Step; Open, Morning of Day 2
Topic Started: Sep 16 2010, 05:57 PM (4,742 Views)
JamesRenard
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B146: Marco Stonecastle - Start

Marco felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

He'd been up for nearly twenty hours straight, having woken up in the middle of nowhere and wandering aimlessly all throughout the previous day. He was fortunate enough not to meet anyone during his past exploits, although he did happen to come across a couple of bodies (those of Sally and Cyrille) during the middle of the night, which had shook him up badly and prevented any form of sleep for hours after that.

After many hours and as the darkness was starting to give way to dawn, he'd come across the greens. He had been about to venture further and explore the tennis court, when the announcement from the big man in charge suddenly rang out and stopped him in his tracks. It had been torture to listen to, hearing that nineteen of his fellow students had died since everything had started. What was even worse was that some of the hockey team, notably Alex and Staffan had been behind some of the deaths. 'And these were people I hung out with on a regular basis, damn, what is it with me being close to murderers?' Marco had thought.

And then came the piece de resistance, the icing on the cake; the danger zones. Marco had sleepily wondered if he'd just gone and entered one. When his collar had started beeping, he knew for sure that he'd been standing right by the edge of it. He'd lumbered as fast as he could to vacate the greens, thankful that he hadn't gone deeper into the area. If he had, well, there was every chance that the countdown would finish before he could escape, and the grass would be decorated with his arterial blood. So yeah, he counted himself lucky.

'I'm safe, I'm away from the danger zone,' Marco thought, strolling through the trees and lightly rubbing his fingers against the collar, careful not to pull or yank at it, lest his head be violently ripped from his shoulders and making his escape from the greens completely pointless. As he continued his slow walk, he could see a building beyond the trees, and immediately thought about how good it would be to duck inside and catch a few z's.

He approached the back of the building and surveyed the exterior. 'Hall of Mirrors, huh?' he thought, walking around the front to where the entrances would be, not paying any attention to the rest of the funfair and what horrors he would possibly encounter if he went in that direction. There was broken glass littered all over the place, Marco careful to step over it when entering the hall, yawning loudly as he did. He needed a place to sleep, and in the darkness, it seemed like a suitable place to finally get some shut eye. And in his tired state, he didn't even stop to consider if there was anyone else already inside.

He sat down against one of the many mirrors further inside the building on the ground floor, resting his bag beside him, feeling his eyelids get heavier before shutting completely. Moments later, Marco Stonecastle was fast asleep.
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Marco had no idea how long he'd been asleep. It could have been one minute, five minutes, or possibly even a couple of hours. All that he knew was that something was making some noise and it had prematurely woken him up from his much-needed slumber. 'Come on, five more minutes, please?' he thought.

A door opened further down the corridor from where he was slumped against the mirror. It let a little bit of morning sunlight into the building, enough to brighten up the area immediately next to entrance, but not enough to substantially illuminate the rest of the hall. There was the sound of what seemed like whispering, but Marco couldn't tell who was there, or what they were saying.

Everything that was lit up near the doorway looked blurry, which Marco guessed was just his eyes not focusing properly after his so-called sleep. He went to rub his right eye to try and sort his vision out (as much as it could), but when his fingers didn't make contact with concave-shaped glass and metal framing, he realised that his glasses must've slid right off the bridge of his nose while he was asleep.

'Ohhhh crap, not good, not good, where are they?'

He patted his hands down over his lap, over his legs and then finally along the floor, wincing when a triangular piece of glass that had belonged to a broken mirror painfully dug into his palm. 'They didn't just grow legs and wander off, did they?' he thought, clutching his bleeding palm with his other hand. While the idea of spectacles suddenly sprouting limbs and scuttling away like a crab on a beach would have sounded funny in a different time and place, right now it was no laughing matter. 'Perfect, it's too dark to-oh wait, I have a flashlight. Duh.'

Mentally kicking himself for completely forgetting about a key piece of his inventory, he located his bag and reached inside, his non-bleeding hand coming into contact with something that felt cold and was cylindrical. He pulled it out and tried to turn it on, but to no avail. 'C'mon, where's the on button? Am I even holding it the right way-'

Realisation.

"Oh SONOFABITCH!" Marco shouted as he hurled the accursed object away from him, hearing it bounce against a pane of glass opposite him, enough to chip it slightly but not to crack or break it, and then land on the floor with a clang. The candelabra rocked slightly as it came to a complete rest not far from Marco, his head now buried in his hands, tears and blood dripping down his jacket.
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'Okay, calm, gotta calm down,' Marco thought as he brought his hands away from his face, leaving a bloody palm print on his right cheek. He reached back into the bag and located the cylindrical object that was the true flashlight, pulled it out and flicked the switch on.

Marco was nearly blinded as the floor and walls where he sat were instantly illuminated, light bouncing off the mirrors in front of and behind him, reflecting in all directions. He blinked several times and waited for his vision to grow accustomed to the change in brightness. Blurry shards of silvered glass were strewn amongst his feet, Marco silently thankful that he hadn't sat down on one of them. His glasses were sitting in the middle of the mess and when picking them he was even happier to see the lenses were intact and hadn't contributed to the scattered glass on the floor.

Marco slid the glasses on his face and everything came back into focus. The mirrors on either side of him, the glass pieces on the floor, the bloodstain on his cheek, the light at the entrance...

'Oh, yeah, somebody's there, right?' Marco wondered, looking in its direction while wiping the blood off his cheek with his jacket sleeve. It was a given that doors usually didn't go opening up by themselves, so there had to have been someone out there who was still lurking outside. Unless there happened to be a particularly strong draught blowing through the building, but if that was the case Marco would have felt it by now.

Marco did happen to feel something right at that moment, but it wasn't a draught; something outside had just slammed into the exterior wall - the other side of the wall he was currently leaning against - in between where he sat and the entrance. 'What the hell was that?!' Marco thought, jumping to his feet and wildly shining his torch around in circles, nearly tripping over his bags in the process. His breathing had become heavier and his heart pounded in his ears, his mind fully woken up again and buzzing after being startled like that.

Voices. He could faintly hear voices over the sound of his heartbeat. Voices coming from outside. Curious, Marco tiptoed towards the entrance to get a better listen, picking up his bags and the candelabra (now sporting a nice dent on the base where it had hit the mirror) as he went.

The sounds got clearer. Nobody was shouting, screaming, crying out in fear or anger. They just sounded like they were having a civilised conversation instead of trying to butcher each other. 'Assess the situation before you go running out there,' he thought. 'If things really do get ugly, duck back inside and pray no one follows you in.' He then realised that if he went back inside, he could get lost and/or trapped and end up being killed anyway. 'Okay, new plan, just make a run for it back into the trees and get the fuck away as fast as you can.'

Marco gingerly poked his head past the doorframe and looked out at the gathering of students, his brain busy attempting to assign names to the faces he saw. 'Don't attract attention to yourself, make sure they're friendly first before saying anything.'
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'Wait, was... that the second announcement? I thought... just how long was I out for?!' Marco thought, scratching his head in confusion. 'I haven't slept for that long since the coma after the accident! Hope this isn't a side effect of it...'

As he glanced out the open door more, he noticed that the area directly outside the Hall of Mirrors was starting to get extremely crowded now, students seeming to come from every conceivable direction like there was some kind of rendezvous Marco hadn't heard about. It was getting way too busy for Marco's taste out there, and as each student gathered outside, Marco felt the odds of being attacked slowly stacking up against him.

'Staying here is just asking to get killed,' Marco thought, slowly and stealthily stepping out of the building and keeping his gaze fixed on the people, watching their movements just in case they noticed him and he needed to run for it. So far they seemed to ignore his presence, which suited Marco fine as he turned the corner of the building and disappeared from their field of vision, recalling the ending details of the morning's report.

'Key, infirmary and mansion. Danger zones, gotta avoid those areas,' Marco thought as he disappeared into the treeline behind the building, his bleeding hand still clutched tightly around the candelabra.

((Marco Stonecastle continued in Still Going Strong))
Edited by JamesRenard, Oct 22 2010, 04:18 PM.
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