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Fucking Compasses... How Do They Work?; Open Thread
Topic Started: Oct 2 2010, 01:14 PM (4,150 Views)
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((Rob Jenkins continued from Conquistador))

After wasting most of the afternoon on his trip from the Residential Area, Robert was desperate to find another place to rest. Not that he was tired, oh no. Being an athlete with a great endurance, and after resting in a quite comfortable place (for island standards anyway), Rob was still full of energy to walk. Spending a night in the forest though, was one of those things he wanted to avoid at all costs. Cold temperature, wild animals, and even more crap visibility than elsewhere? No thanks.

Finally, as the sun was close to the western horizon, Rob left the forest. The area he entered was probably the last one he expected to see, though.

Fuck, this place again?

The sight of hundreds of tree stumps and fallen logs welcomed Rob again, much to his dismay. For once, it was a terrible place for a rest, both in terms of comfort and safety. It was also way too familiar for him. After all, that's where he woke up exactly yesterday, and fought Janet and Tobias. Whatever crazy route he took earlier that day, it was impossible for him to make a full circle in such a short timespan, right? RIGHT?

"Un-FUCKING-believable!"

Rob looked at his compass again.

"South-West. How the hell, after constantly moving South, I managed to get to the same place?"

With a loud grunt of displeasure, Rob went to the nearest tree stump, got his daypack and took half eaten loaf of bread he took from Paige's daypack, as well as his designated map. He spread the map on the stump while munching the bread and looked all over it to pinpoint his current location. To be on a safe end, he also took his gun with his free hand, just in case someone would came up and try anything funny.

"It just cannot be right..."
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B019 - Maxwell Crowe (In Transit) - Weapon: Auto Mag 180 (.44)
B068 - Michał 'Mike' Maszer (The Key) - Weapon: Cyanide Pill
B075 - Robert 'Rob' Jenkins (In Transit) - Weapon: Kevlar Bulletproof Vest, M15 General Officers (.45 ACP)
B078 - Gareth 'Gary Griffith (The Warehouse) - Weapon: Nightstick


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Rob examined the map carefully. After checking his starting location, he quickly noticed, that the felled forest was much bigger than he originally expected. Then, after checking his journey from point to point, everything was clear.

Okay, so this is the southern part of this thing. I should pick one direction in the future instead of zigzagging like that...

Since the crisis was averted, Rob had nothing left to do but sleep. The place wasn't even half as comfortable as the sofa back in the Residential Area, an whoever looked for an easy kill could spot him from miles away, but he still preferred staying here instead of finding himself in a close encounter with a bear, wolf, or whatever else inhabited this island. Rob took one more sip of his bonus water bottle, crossed his arms around the chest and forgot about his problems for the rest of the night.

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"JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST!"

Rob opened his eyes immediately, as the sounds of a horribly made hip-hop filled the area.

The resting spot turned out to be not as bad as Rob originally thought. His neck was a bit sore, but after a while, the redhead decided it was still a gently massage and giant pleasure... At least in comparison to the wakeup from hell he received.

Since his earliest years, Rob never tolerated the alarm clocks. Those thing should all go to hell in his opinion. He didn't need them anyway, as after every training day he was so tired, he fell asleep in the evening and woke up early in the morning. But even if not, he preferred to be late for school rather than wake up suddenly and have an awful mood for the rest of the day. So did everyone else, as Rob Jenkins in a bad mood = major problem for the first person to piss him off.

And this time, Rob was already pissed. He also didn't have to look far to find his victim.

Some brown haired guy with an iPod and small, yet powerful speakers. At first, Rob thought he was still dreaming. After all, how could it be possible? How the hell that guy managed keep his iPod and speakers? More importantly, why the FUCK he was turning on the crappy music at full volume, knowing that there is someone sleeping nearby? Rob blinked a few times, but the guy was still there, and the music was still violating his ears.

This guy is so dead...

Even despite the circumstances, Rob still only meant a beating at best while thinking that. He learned about the rules. Killing too many people during the earlier days was just not smart, especially with that Danya fucker apparently telling the entire island about every death during the morning announcements.

Speaking of the devil, the speaker somewhere far away screeched, and Danya's voice started spreading the 'good news'. Or at least that's what Rob guessed, as he couldn't really hear any single sentence properly, thanks to the two insane clowns rapping right into his ears.

Rob stood up and looked at the bothersome guy again. He looked like he completely ignored Rob, but maybe that's just the sunglasses the guy was wearing. But then again, he also looked like he didn't even know he was on an island with an objective to kill. He acted like a typical american tourist during vacations.

"Uhm... Dude?" Rob tried to say something, but he could barely hear his owns words over the sound of the music. Since the guy again didn't look like he noticed him, Rob waved his hands a bit to get his attention. When he was sure he did, he cleared his throat, and overcome the sound with his golden thought of the week:

"DUDE? WHAT THE FUCK?"
Edited by Yossarian, Oct 15 2010, 09:44 PM.
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V4 Alive:
B019 - Maxwell Crowe (In Transit) - Weapon: Auto Mag 180 (.44)
B068 - Michał 'Mike' Maszer (The Key) - Weapon: Cyanide Pill
B075 - Robert 'Rob' Jenkins (In Transit) - Weapon: Kevlar Bulletproof Vest, M15 General Officers (.45 ACP)
B078 - Gareth 'Gary Griffith (The Warehouse) - Weapon: Nightstick


V4 Dead: None (Yay!)

V5 (Hopefully): No ideas yet ;]

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Although later it seemed extremely foolish, Rob actually expected the annoying guy to answer normally (as much as you can respond normally to a 'WTF?' question) and turn off the music. Of course, that didn't happen, as the guy only turned the volume down from 'My eardrums are shattered' to 'unbearable' level. He also said something, but since it made no goddamn sense whatsoever, Rob's mind didn't even start to translate it from dumbass to human.

Needless to say, the urge to smack the idiot stayed strong within Rob. As he clenched his fist prepared to beat some sense inside that moron, he noticed a small stone coming at him. Rob quickly jumped back as if he was a tourist trying to avoid being bitten by an angry viper, and had as much success with that, as the stone hit him in the chest. It dealt no damage, except from dirtying his Minnesota T-Wolves shirt which was already far from being clean. But that wasn't important at that point. Someone decided to continue pissing him off, which meant someone's ass seriously asked to be kicked.

The said ass turned out to be the property of a girl, watching Rob and that other idiot from the distance. Nearby, some other girl did poor job with concealing herself. What they were trying to accomplish by throwing stones at them? Rob didn't know, but there was a way to check it. Without hesitation, he took the M15 handgun and pointed it at the girls.

"Allright..."

"..."

"Fuck."

Rob stopped, as (Again!) he could barely hear himself. He took a few steps toward the tree stump where the speakers were assaulting his ears, and he brutally cut the music by throwing them down on the ground with his left hand.

"Much better..." He sighed with relief. "And now, you two there! Come out with your hands in the air, where I can see them. No stupid moves or you're all dead." Rob turned his head toward the annoying guy for a while. "That includes you as well."
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B019 - Maxwell Crowe (In Transit) - Weapon: Auto Mag 180 (.44)
B068 - Michał 'Mike' Maszer (The Key) - Weapon: Cyanide Pill
B075 - Robert 'Rob' Jenkins (In Transit) - Weapon: Kevlar Bulletproof Vest, M15 General Officers (.45 ACP)
B078 - Gareth 'Gary Griffith (The Warehouse) - Weapon: Nightstick


V4 Dead: None (Yay!)

V5 (Hopefully): No ideas yet ;]

This is not a song, IT'S A SANDWICH!!!

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'Clusterfuck' was about the right word to describe what just happened. The first girl started acting like throwing stones at someone was just a normal way to say hello. She also looked for her twin brother, Rob never heard of. The second girl pointed A RIFLE at him, which complicated things a bit. From what it looked like though, she didn't have a guts to fire it anytime soon. THEN, the annoying guy started freaking out about his broken speakers, before completely losing his composure and mumbling something about going away (and there was much rejoicing). Finally, when it looked like the situation cannot get any more weird, another guy appeared from the forest, suddenly claiming he know that twin guy, and looked like he just didn't care about a bunch of people pointing the guns at each other.

Oh joy... Rob thought. Looks like the merry company is going to assemble. I'm starting to think, that someone planted a magnet pulling all those stupid people toward me. Seriously, does anyone here even think about the strategy to survive anymore?

The list of priorities at that moment for Rob, looked like that:

a) Taking care of the girl holding the rifle, as a potential threat on his life.
b) Ignoring the newcomer.
c) Persuading the annoying guy to leave and/or beat the living crap out of him.
d) Eating something.

Rob almost completely forgot how hungry can someone be after waking up. Almost.

"Fine." He said to the girl, while lowering his gun-wielding hand. "Don't point that thing at me, and I won't point my thing on any of you. A fair deal, I think."

Rob looked at the new guy...

"Go ahead, and plan all you want, I'm not disturbing you anymore."

...And sent a few words to him before finally turning to the annoying guy.

"And you..." He pointed his finger at the guy, while still holding the gun with his other hand. "Better listen to yourself from a moment ago, and scram, before I'll blow your fucking head off. Those speakers were the most lenient punishment for your stunt anyway."
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V4 Alive:
B019 - Maxwell Crowe (In Transit) - Weapon: Auto Mag 180 (.44)
B068 - Michał 'Mike' Maszer (The Key) - Weapon: Cyanide Pill
B075 - Robert 'Rob' Jenkins (In Transit) - Weapon: Kevlar Bulletproof Vest, M15 General Officers (.45 ACP)
B078 - Gareth 'Gary Griffith (The Warehouse) - Weapon: Nightstick


V4 Dead: None (Yay!)

V5 (Hopefully): No ideas yet ;]

This is not a song, IT'S A SANDWICH!!!

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((Actually, it was your turn to post all the time, decoy :P))

Deep inside his mind, Rob actually hoped, that the annoying guy will try to do something stupid, after Rob told him to leave. He was still really pissed off, and a good beating could solve all his problems right there. As it turned out though, it wasn't necessary, as someone completely unexpected somehow managed to punish Milo (as it turned out to be his name) much better than Rob ever imagined.

At first, Rob stared dumbfounded at the situation. It just seemed so... Bizarre. One second he's shouting at the guy, and the in a flash, the guy has a tranquilizer dart... In his nutsack?

So, that rifle actually shoots tranquilizers. Well, that's good to kn- OMG THAT'S HILARIOUS!

Robert exploded, but this time in a positive way. Suddenly, all the tension, bad mood, and a brief recall of his past deeds on the island, all went out to meet the outside world in a nice, big package of laughter, leaving his soul clean for a moment, and making him forget about the game for a while. In fact, Rob found the situation so hilarious, he almost fell on the ground from the laughter.

"Oh... Oh my..." He tried to catch some breath after his outburst, before standing up and sending a (giant) thumb up to the girl. "That was great. I just wanted to hit him in the face, that's all, but your idea is way better. Next time warn me before firing, though..."

Still laughing, Rob took a few steps back, then sat down and opened his daypack for some spare bread, as Milo started screaming. Comedy gold was happening right before his eyes, but that doesn't mean his stomach forgotten about it's demands.

As he munched the bread, Milo started... Fading away, as Rob guessed. The annoying guy just stood there, and stared. What was worse, he stared exactly at the redhead. At first, Rob just passed it as something normal for someone who just got shot with a tranquilizer, but it became a little bit unsettling after a few minutes. When Rob was ready to change position to see, if the guy stared at him, or just happened to look in a random direction, the guy finally opened his mouth.

"Oh my god, you're Mecha-Bigfoot!"

Wait, what?

It looked like the guy was still on high, as the words he spoken made no sense whatsoever. Then again, nothing which came out from Milo's mouth made sense so far, so maybe he was back to his normal self? Rob decided not to dwell on that subject. He couldn't pass up answering the guy, though.

"Mecha-Bigfoot?" Rob smiled a little. "Seriously? That's lame, dude. I really do hope it won't become my NBA nickname, when I'll be back in the states."
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V4 Alive:
B019 - Maxwell Crowe (In Transit) - Weapon: Auto Mag 180 (.44)
B068 - Michał 'Mike' Maszer (The Key) - Weapon: Cyanide Pill
B075 - Robert 'Rob' Jenkins (In Transit) - Weapon: Kevlar Bulletproof Vest, M15 General Officers (.45 ACP)
B078 - Gareth 'Gary Griffith (The Warehouse) - Weapon: Nightstick


V4 Dead: None (Yay!)

V5 (Hopefully): No ideas yet ;]

This is not a song, IT'S A SANDWICH!!!

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And suddenly, Rob was all alone again. The girls formed a search party for the missing twin, 'Mr. Information' followed them, and the annoying guy left as well, after a couple more tranquilizer-induced bullshit (actually, at one point Rob noticed, that Milo's behavior is not that much different from his normal not-sedated self. It looked like this guy just ate, drink and breathe craptalk). The redhead just sat there in silence.

But that was a good thing, you know? That was exactly, how liked it to be. All of those 4 people presented no value to his survival odds whatsoever, and they were going to die sooner or later (Rob could bet all his first NBA payment, that the annoying guy was going to get shot very soon in that state). Also, they were just an annoyance. Now, Rob was sure he won't get woken up with a sound of a terrible hip-hop, or hit by a rock, just so he can turn his attention to someone.

All was just the way he wanted at that moment.

Perfect...

((Rob Jenkins continued in When My Fist Clenches, Crack It Open))

((Thread is over))
Edited by Yossarian, Dec 4 2010, 12:05 PM.
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V4 Alive:
B019 - Maxwell Crowe (In Transit) - Weapon: Auto Mag 180 (.44)
B068 - Michał 'Mike' Maszer (The Key) - Weapon: Cyanide Pill
B075 - Robert 'Rob' Jenkins (In Transit) - Weapon: Kevlar Bulletproof Vest, M15 General Officers (.45 ACP)
B078 - Gareth 'Gary Griffith (The Warehouse) - Weapon: Nightstick


V4 Dead: None (Yay!)

V5 (Hopefully): No ideas yet ;]

This is not a song, IT'S A SANDWICH!!!

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