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Topic Started: Oct 6 2010, 06:39 PM (3,293 Views)
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((Rashid continued from Don't Go Breaking My Heart))

He was weary, ragged, paranoid and on the brink of insanity, and had a useless weapon. He couldn't escape those facts either physically or mentally.

And yet the possibility did somehow cross Rashid Hassan's mind that he was one of the luckier ones.

Compared to Harun, Rashid had fared better not having encountered anyone directly. Not being gluten-intolerant he was able to nourish himself and actually put his iodine pills to good use when he found that his water had run out. He had even found time to pray, using the rough estimation of shadows (and a random guess as to where Mecca was from wherever the hell he was) to improvise something somewhat resembling the proper routine.

This didn't mean that he had fully recovered from his depression though. He knew damn well that he was very lucky not to have been murdered by his only companion in his sleep. And he still felt that nagging, overbearing feeling of uselessness as he took out those iodine pills and continued to look at it longingly for what seemed like several minutes at one point. Finding the undisturbed space to pray only meant he could cope with it better. And the only thing that he'd found that helped him cope better than that was a shoulder to cry on, but unlike prayer he didn't want to think about that.

Fortunately (and ironically) for him, he'd found something disturbingly apt to prevent him from doing so. After a day or so of wandering and either deliberately or luckily avoiding people, Rashid and his traveling buddy had happened upon a conversation happening nearby. Both of those participants seemed to be female.

"I'm gonna see who's over there. Come with me if you want, but we gotta be quiet." Harun advised softly. Rashid nodded in consent and slowly snuck over to some nearby foliage to see who was talking.

As Luck would have it (or rather, luck seemed to have enjoyed fucking with him over the last 48 hours), the girl closest to them was other than Rosa Fiametta, the one person in the school that Rashid once came close to seriously considering having stoned to death for being too much of a whore. But rather than go into a possibly insanity-induced fundamentalist rage, Rashid found himself...staring. At least for the brief moment where she was totally exposed. And that was long enough for him to blush and his pants to suddenly tighten.

Of course, this being a situation where both the written and unwritten, secular and sacred easily got tossed aside in favor of the instincts that Man had not nearly abandoned since he emerged from the Cradle of Life, he couldn't call it temptation if this was just his instinct...right? It wasn't as if he'd been guiltier of anything even more worthy of a painful death, not counting what happened last night. They were cold, they were hungry, they were probably going to be viciously murdered, why wouldn't they do something like that? It was platonic and-

"Right...erm...it's Madeleine something and Rosa Fiametta....think we should go say hello to them?"
Madeleine. That's the other girl's name.


Harun's words had fortunately snapped him out of that thought pattern yet again. Rashid didn't seriously prejudice against most people, but the implications of what he'd done that night just unsettled him. Or maybe that was just more fuel for the metaphorical mental fire. He didn't want to know either way. Right now he tried to focus on remembering who Madeleine was within his class.

"Okay...sure." Rashid replied, his mouth twitching to and from a smile. He also had absolutely no idea what was supposed to happen after they stepped out of that foliage and especially what he was supposed to do if they decided to attack the two. He took a deep breath and tried to control his quivering as he waited for Harun to make the first move.
Edited by laZardo, Oct 16 2010, 12:25 PM.

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If the two girls - and Harun - had paid attention to Rashid for just the right moment, they probably would have noticed his head tilted to the side a little bit. At least before Rashid turned his attention to Madeleine.

"Uh...hey girls...just heard you talking and thought that...." Harun wasn't much of an icebreaker, even with that gun-blade he had to help him out. "Erm...just thought I'd see if you were both alright, that's all...."

"Yeah, we thought we'd join you," Rashid finished, his hormones giving him a brief burst of confidence, among other increasingly obvious things. He didn't figure any of them to immediately try to kill him at least while his friend wielded the gunblade.

""Oh, uh...I-I'm okay, I guess," Madeleine replied, about as much at a predictable loss for words as Harun was. "Listen, d-don't take this the wrong way, but...uh...Are...are you gonna use that?"

It was in the silence that followed that the announcements began to play. The gratingly annoying tone of this game's ever-jovial and ever-sadistic host did its job well in digging up the paranoia that Rashid had somehow managed to settle into his psyche over the past 48 hours. This was a voice everyone was supposed to fear for good reason. If the students didn't have Rashid's life in their hands, Danya certainly did in his.

"Kill number five was none other than Eva Lancaster, with R.J Lowe showing her that it's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for... and their guns.

Just as well, Rashid's paranoia had rooted itself deep enough that he now seemed quite fixated on Madeleine throughout the span of the announcement much more than the Rosa. At least he could count on Harun at least being wobbly enough to give him those precious few seconds to take his pills with him, what with the rather large gun-blade and all. But Madeleine? He hadn't even noticed what weapon she had been carrying.

And that was an oversight that Danya had apparently seemed to predict.

Next to go down was the one and the only Jonathan Jarocki, who somehow got it into his head that running around and yelling and firing his gun like some kind of cowboy was a good idea. Miss Madeleine Smith proved exactly why that was not the case...

It was the mention of Madeleine's name that Rashid suddenly and painfully realized that he had not gotten used to surprises, even the ones that somehow appeared scripted. The one thing he hadn't figured out in his 48 hours of time to think since he left the mansion was what to do when meeting someone who had definitely killed someone. This wasn't like Daisuke or Mia, whom he knew hadn't killed someone but were probably about to snap. At least not yet.

"Madeleine...what...what did you do?" he asked, panic starting uprooting his confidence with every word. He planted one foot backward, as if to get ready to run. "What did you do!?"
Edited by laZardo, Oct 16 2010, 12:24 PM.

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Things were going from worse to damn-near-fatal as the announcement trailed off. Rashid now found himself between a person that killed and someone with a loaded gun. Well, technically closer to the one with a loaded gun (blade's distance, as it happened) which wasn't an improvement. At all.

He grasped the strap on his daypack tight as his glance darted between Harun, Madeleine, Rosa, Harun, Madeleine...wait...where was Rosa? Oh right, she had just turned tail and bolted with her stuff in tow. No more lucky pantyshots, oh no, that was something he'd be taking straight to hell with him anyway.

But things were looking better, right? It was now two against one. Or well, one-and-fodder-against-one. That was unless the two of them decided to turn against him like some crazed couple in love. Then it would be two against one and then he'd be dead before he turned. It would look great for the cameras, especially once Harun gave word of Rashid's designated weapon. Hell, they could even use it as the auditorium footage for the unlucky set of kids that appeared on the show next year. Either way, he was probably screwed where he stood.

He briefly wondered if he should have been lucky he'd already emptied out his digestive tract and bladder before he came to this fateful clearing, before his mind made an even worse decision to say something actually related to the situation at hand.

"Just fucking start shooting already!" Rashid suddenly shouted, putting his arms up with his hands to either side of his head.

The instant the last syllable left his mouth, his eyes almost seemed to bug out as a ringing silence engulfed him. He realized that he had very likely sealed his own fate in his spontaneity, the same that had gotten him suspended for socking a student in the face that made fun of his little sister. He would be dead before he started running. And by God, he hoped it would be quick.

It was perhaps in fast-forwarding through the psychiatrists' Five Stages of Acceptance that he ended up smiling, giving off a pained chuckle as his paranoia hit its zenith and nadir at the same time.

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"Oh, shut the fuck up!"

Things had already started falling into place. Harun pointed the gun-blade at Rashid, estimating the impact spot to be somewhere around his vital organs. All he needed to do was fire, but no, he decided to add insult to the inevitable injury.

"Seriously, Rashid, we're trying to act all fucking maturely here, we're trying to NOT kill each other, but noooo, you want us to "start shooting already." Well, if you had a gun...oh wait. You don't. You just have fucking iodine pills. Seriously, man, I got enough fucking problems without you wanting to turn every situation into a fucking firefight." Harun taunted.

His friend didn't react. Not too outwardly, anyway. He let himself take in every last word, every last reminder of how useless he was and would be. He wished there was a gun in his bag that he somehow overlooked, but it wasn't there. Just him, facing down a gunblade with nothing but a bottle of iodine pills. And all his mind and emotions slowly getting the better of him.

"Seriously, Rashid, man...just keep your mouth shut if you ain't got anything intelligent to say. Just let me do the talking. You're my friend, but I don't think that gives you an excuse to get me killed."

It didn't. Rashid kept his mouth, jaw, and fists tightly clenched shut, the latter starting to tremble as Harun turned back to Madeleine. He played the reaction he figured he was going to give over and over in his head, all he needed was enough willpower to actually execute it.

"Right, sorry about that. I believe you. For now. Damn....Rosa's left. Probably because of you, Rashid."

The next thing Rashid knew he inexorably found himself running as fast as his own trembling legs would carry him, about the same time Madeleine started to flee. But rather than run away from the situation as the two girls had done, he instead noticed Harun getting closer, and closer. That didn't disturb Rashid in the very least, as the words had apparently pushed him over the mental brink he'd found himself either teetering over or merely clinging to over the last 48 hours. This left only his despair mixed in quite nicely with an irrational urge to take out his rage on someone.

Which would also explain why he had started screaming as he extended his arms outward, ready to smack and/or choke a bitch as he flung himself upon his gunblade-wielding 'friend.'

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((Any GMing in the following posts was worked out between me and Goose prior.))

For about the first time in 48 hours, Rashid didn't feel paranoid or sad at all. Not that the complete consumption of his personality with blind rage substituted nicely for it, but as he hurtled headlong into Harun he figured it did the trick quite nicely. And the one thing he did notice when the two bodies finally impact was that the gun-blade didn't viciously impale him, sparing him a demise about as stupid as someone thinking they could remove their collar without detonating it.

The two fell to the ground together, Rashid's face leaning over Harun's shoulder and briefly impacting with the dirt ground. Rashid squinted and seethed as his upper body rebounded up into a sitting position, one leg between Harun's and the other to the side. With any luck, that the crunching sound he heard (with his own daypack behind him) was the sound of some of Harun's ribs breaking. He quickly rubbed whatever dirt he thought he caught on his face before shaking his head to regain his bearings and remember very clear intentions for his so-called "friend."

He bent forward again, this time only slightly, holding the smaller boy down by the shoulder with one arm and clenching the fist of his other hand with the obvious intent of tenderizing his classmate's face. The first one landed with a resounding 'clack' that inwardly encouraged him to continue.

"I'm...not...useless!" he shouted, timing his words with every punch. His lack of actual fighting skill, combined with the fact that he was furious as all fuck did nothing for his accuracy or balance, despite the fact that he practically pinned Harun to the ground. Each of the punches reverberated up his arm and straight into his shoulder, wearing him out quickly and slowing the return blows.

He also didn't seem to notice the fact that the gunblade had fallen to the side, which would have given him the perfect opportunity to pick it up. Were he not angry and his nose not bleeding a bit, he could have sworn he was having too much fun. And there was nobody else here to spoil it for him except the person he was beating.

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Rashid felt like he was on a roll, at least for the five or six punches he could get in before Harun decided to fight back. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't exactly aware of the fact that Harun could even fight back until it quite literally hit him in the face. Though he did start getting the hint when the boy caught one of his punches.

That one punch knocked the wind out of him, and he found his head turning too far in the direction of the impact before recoiling. His bearings couldn't catch up in time, allowing Harun to simply push him off and onto the ground with relative ease. Finding himself on his back, the first thing he did was put his hands to his head, almost as if to hold it together. He hadn't taken a punch quite like that before, so he certainly couldn't say he was used to it. It almost felt like that one animé with that guy that could cause people's heads to explode just by poking their necks because he certainly felt like that was about to happen.

Nor was he used to someone suddenly standing over him, holding a pointy-looking hybrid of a gun and a sword to his throat, causing him to drop his hands to the ground. His vision was still somewhat blurred from the impact, but the silhouette of his once-best-buddy on this island and his assigned weapon was unmistakable.

"Seriously, man. What. The. Fuck. Was that for?" Harun growled, the impact fortunately not leaving Rashid's ears ringing.

Up until now, Rashid had actually forgotten how much bigger Harun actually was, if only because he actually came off as more imposing compared to his rather nerdy classmate. But if he hadn't felt completely measly, worthless and above all useless before, he certainly felt that way now, with the blade and corresponding nozzle of a gunblade just an inch from his throat. Much like the sensation of a finger pointed close to his forehead, he found himself petrified in place in an 'X'-like position on the ground as the blade seemed to already dig into his jugular vein. Any movement on Rashid's part on this point was provocation enough for Harun to pull the trigger.

And that, apparently, was Rashid's intention too.

"You think I'm useless, you son-of-a-bitch!" he snarled with a clenched jaw, somehow resisting the temptation to suddenly move his head up and end up finishing the job for him, or maybe snatch the blade and nozzle with both hands and stick them between his eyes. That didn't mean he wanted to, so very badly. He wasn't taunting Harun, as much as his angry tone seemed like it. He just wanted Harun to admit what he'd known to be true since he left the mansion.

It would certainly have explained his eyes starting to well up with what looked like tears.
Edited by laZardo, Nov 4 2010, 10:50 AM.

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((Goddammit, when are they going to start making out?))

'Paranoid as fuck' probably explained Rashid's current situation and state of mind much more accurately than outward appearances and actions gave off. If anything, the ones that often confirmed (and therefore debunked) paranoia such as this were always the people closest to them. And as it turned out, Rashid wasn't feeling so paranoid anymore now that he'd vented out all the anger and depression he could with his previous exclamation.

"Listen, Rashid", Harun began, moving the gunblade to the side. Rashid's eyes followed the long, glimmering blade to the side and practically focused on it for the duration of what Harun said next.

"I didn't mean to imply you were useless. To be honest, I really appreciate you sticking by me in this place. That means a lot to me. And...you made a mistake, I won't lie. But...frankly....I need you to get through this with me. We can't turn on each other, or else Danya's won. And Danya's a shithead who doesn't deserve to win...so...erm...let's get you back up on your feet."

Rashid stared at that hand for several seconds, his tears on his eyelids seeming to sink back into his face as he tried as hard as possible not to believe Harun's seemingly heartfelt sermon. He wanted to believe that this was Harun trying to pull a charade. He wanted more than anything to rebuke him right then and there, maybe even try to spit at him.

But what good would that do at this point? What good would any resistance or any prayer for salvation do, for that matter? He was a dead man walking without any weapon more than his pills. And with Harun practically controlling when that would happen, it wasn't as if he could do anything to prolong the inevitable.

Most of all, this was something he now, finally and quietly accepted at gunpoint. If Harun decided to pull the trigger at any point by now, he wouldn't die regretting anything. At least as long as he took the bullet or blade in that kind of spot that would allow him to make his final amends before his soul moved on.

"Ah fuck. I can get up myself...." Rashid groaned, moving his arms a bit closer to his side to prop himself up. Once he sat up he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve before slowly getting back onto his feet. His supply bag had been draped around his shoulder the whole time, thankfully sliding off to the side so his own back didn't land on it.

He'd embarrassed himself enough already with his sudden temper tantrum. Though given that this was SOTF, worse things could have happened. Maybe this act of stupidity would have actually killed him, like trying to remove one's collar thinking it wasn't more improved than the last game when a bunch of students tried to escape. Of course, he thought they were already dead too, and the fact that they had gotten so close (at least before the cameras cut off) meant that such a glitch existed in Danya's perfect plan, one that he wanted to forget about once it was resolved.

If anything though, it helped to entrench this quiet acceptance into his mind. Rashid would die, probably betrayed by Harun after a while, his parents would be watching, and the game would have a winner (not just Danya).

As he quietly dusted himself off, constantly looking at the ground, he quietly made a mental note to at least make sure he would die with some dignity, not just quietly.

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((That's more than I can write on a daily basis. You can lead the two out of here.))

Rashid also backed away from his so-called friend, clutching a cheek he was sure had gotten cracked underneath the skin from the force of the blow. He already got the hint (in the obviously hard way) to keep his distance from his so-called 'friend' after a fight so as not to provoke him again, intentionally or otherwise.

"So...got a plan for where to go next, Rashid?" Harun eventually asked.

He leaned against a nearby tree opposite from where Harun slouched. He looked up into the sky, already burning red with the sunset, before swiveling it down and to the side toward his bag. Rather than open it up and look for the map though, he instead grabbed his elbow as if to support that hand on his cheek and took a very deep breath, hoping briefly that it would have some kind of healing effect on his skull.

"Fuck if I know...someplace," he muttered, seething from the lingering pain to his jaw. "Someplace" also included someplace to think, and someplace to pray, and someplace to rest, preferably someplace without people that weren't out to deal out a protracted, painful and humiliating demise.

Rashid, however, wasn't in the mood for anything worth describing in detail, summing it all up in three words.

"Just...not here."

Indeed, he hardly seemed in the mood for anything other than wanting something to fix that jaw so his corpse would look a tad more presentable to his parents when it inevitably arrived.

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Rashid nodded as Harun finished explaining his 'plan' for the next few hours, generally looking down at the ground himself. He couldn't get himself to think up his own plan to try to get one over on Harun or at least do so in a way that he wouldn't end up dying quickly and painlessly. As the two started to walk out, he decided to follow Harun's advice and look for a place to go on his own map. He craned his head to look at his bag, seething as the pain from his jaw made its way down his neck, then reached to open the pack, exposing its contents.

He briefly eyed the half-consumed bottle of pills, tucked away just to the top of the bag. He didn't feel particularly regretful about them, at least not for the time being. Of course that didn't mean he wanted to feel regretful by giving it anything more than a brief glance, and he began rustling in his bag, past the partially-eaten supplies, first aid kit and cheaply-printed 'instructions' (which had passed for toilet paper now that he memorized them) before finding the map.

The map wasn't terribly detailed, in fact it looked like more of an illustration with a vaguely-accurate north-pointing arrow. There was just enough light out that Rashid could get a vague idea of where he was...in the middle of the woods. Judging from the 'structures' to either side, pretty much any way was 'out' unless they ended up going in circles.

"Just keep going straight whichever way we're going, we should come out somewhere," Rashid said before rubbing his mangled jaw again.

((Rashid Hassan continued elsewhere))

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