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Missing Those Lost; En route to Parish
Topic Started: Sep 23 2010, 11:59 PM (3,906 Views)
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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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((Carry on with post order. But Kari needs to not be adopted.))
((Kari Nichols continued from Pearl and Destiny))

Kari was running, running, running. Her throat hurt, her legs were leaden, but she kept on going.

And then, the thought: Why?

It was a good question, actually. Why exactly was she running like that anyways? It couldn't be for her own benefit. What was she trying to desperately to recapture? Was it the magic of pulling a weeping, defenseless girl away from the sea, or Rein's overly helpful mannerisms? Or perhaps the joy of having three highstrung students carrying guns, ready to accidentally mow each other down at the slightest provocation?

The reason, she surmised, was guilt. She couldn't let everyone else down. Not again. It was already so selfish of her to run off alone while they all slept, altruistic as she thought herself to be in her repeated justification. Really, it was close to flat-out abandonment. And abandonment isn't how things got done. You got things done by working hard, putting in the hours, studying the situation, giving your best and more. Honestly, they'd be fine without her. Maybe they'd grieve her death or lament her betrayal or react however to whatever they'd thought she'd done. And there would be one less gun-toting high-strung teenager with them. Two was plenty of coverage. So why was she trying so hard to find them? Actually, she thought, it was for her own benefit after all.

At last she stopped kidding herself, stopped lifting her feet like she was running when she was really proceeding at the pace of a nice stroll. Walking now, and thinking about her options. What was the optimal way to play? She'd get back to the group, sometime, somehow. But after that, what would happen? Or, worse, what if she failed to find them after all? Once more she'd be trying to climb unassisted to the top of the heap. It would all turn out okay, one way or another. The weapon in her hand would make sure of that.

She stopped briefly for a rest. Something was going on not far away, but it would hard to tell what or where or even if it was real. Sound so quiet it was felt more that heard. Whatever it was (even if it was just her imagination), it was nothing she couldn’t handle with her cold metal companion in her hands. The process of unfolding the stock was by now almost boring in its routine, and yet hearing the firm clicks that signaled its security made her heart quicken its pace. Stock folded, all was well. Stock ready – well, there was no telling what would come next.

She fingered the trigger and hoped desperately that she could find the nerve when the time came to pull it.
VeeFive


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NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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Slowly and steadily, Kari proceeded in the direction she thought the noise was coming from. Fear gnawed at her heart, and a pillar of uncertainty cast a shadow of doubt into her mind. She was surely walking right into danger...

She stopped. She almost laughed aloud. Walking into danger? From where, Magical Happy Bubblewrap Land? The very idea that she could somehow make her situation worse by a bad travel decision seemed downright silly. At any rate, she was not about to lose anytime soon, not unless the forty Furies themselves greeted her around the next bend. And that, she thought, was simply because it's hard to ration sixty-four shots between forty targets with an automatic weapon.

She gave a small smile. One absolute genuine "gee-that's-funny" smile. A precious gem on this island. That's not to say she wasn't scared - far from it. But honestly? Fear could go shove it. There was a jittery little jauntiness to her step, a tingle up her spine, a deliberateness to every scan of her environment. But that was ok. That far-off, eternally unlikely victory - glory, recognition, a chance to live the life she deserved - that was her goal. Close-up, ever-present, ever-threatening lay failure. Shame, embarrassment, and a thousand worse things, each waiting to seize her at the slightest misstep. Success was unlikely, death quite probable. Psyching herself into a burning, glowing self-confidence - one hand briefly grabbed the cube in her pocket - she was absolutely in her element.

Her heart leaped. There was an explosion there, wherever she was walking towards. What now? Explosion. Screaming. Something was missing. The answer glinted in the sun in front of her - gunfire. There was no gunfire. And what were the odds that the two other gunners in her little group would not be unloading every round in their weapons after a jolt like that? Not good. Not good at all.

She weighed her options now. She could proceed over the hilltop and take stock of the situation. Pros? It might just be Rein and Carol and Simon. Cons? They might be dead or dying. They might be jumpy enough to shoot at her. It might be someone else entirely, possibly someone with explosives. Laying it out in her mind, the choice before her was perfectly clear.

Turning on her heel, she walked away. Destination? Unknown.

((Kari Nichols continued in [http://s10.zetaboards.com/SOTF_V2/topic/7302022/1/]High Tides and High Hopes[/url]))
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NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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