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Day of the Dove; Day 3 : Sunset. Open
Topic Started: Oct 10 2010, 08:45 PM (4,050 Views)
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((Dave Morrison, continued from Time Is Not On Our Side.))

For the first time on his tenure on the island, Dave felt at ease. Izzy and Charlie were good company, when it came down to it. Apparently, this was especially so for walking however the fuck far they'd managed to wander over the last day. Shit, the sun was setting. Had the managed to waste another day? Shit, Dave had so much he wanted to get done. He had so many more emos to harass. More assholes to watch while they chainsawed random fuckers out of nowhere. Actually, yeah. Forget about that shit. Dave was fine with wasting days, now that he thought about it. At least it was keeping them out of trouble.

They settled down in the greens and decided to take a break for a while. Yeah, that was a good plan. Dave's knees were starting to hurt again. He slowly sat down, trying not to make his hastily slapped on gauze fall apart by bending his knees too much. Charlie seemed to be opening her bag. Had she checked her weapon? Dave guessed not. She mustn't have had time in between talking to whoever the hell the Retard Cowboy and Blanderson were.

"Alright, Just so you guys know I got a butcher's knife or some shit," Dave pulled the knife out of his pocket quickly, sliding it back in before he could hurt himself. "So I guess I'm pretty much all we've got unless Izzy wants to rock the trumpet-shiv look again today. I hear it’s totally in this season."

Immediately after that shitty joke, Dave heard a voice from behind and turned his head to face them. He actually kinda recognised the kinda timid sounding brown haired girl he saw looking back at them. That was a change. Her name, however, was going to be a proble. It was, uh, Elaine? Probably not... Helen? Yeah, that was it, Helen. Helen Wilkins or Webster or something like that. Charlie warned her about the fact that, well, they were inclined to kind of be douchebags at times. Eh, it was fair to give her a warning. Dave couldn’t help but think that maybe Charlie could have been a bit too blunt with her.

"Don't worry though," Dave chipped in with a smile. "We don't bite, honest. Well, me and Charlie don't, anyway. Not too sure about Izzy."
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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The girl sat down and introduced herself as Helen. Good, for once he got someone's name right. He was kinda proud of himself for that. Couldn't remember where he knew her from, though. Drawing a complete blank on that one.

Apparently she'd also been stuck with a bunch of crazies, and lost her friends running away from them. Dave had a feeling he'd be hearing that story a lot. It was okay though, they'd be good company, so long as she didn't mind Izzy or Charlie.

Then thr gir- Helen made some dramatic statement about the loss of her precious iPod. Great, she was probably going to follow them around singing pop-rock or something. Dave supposed that was marginally better than Pandora and her emo poetry. Marginally. Charlie suggested Izzy play something on her trumpet, and Dave had to agree. It could be a laugh, given how, if Dave was honest, awful she was with it.

"Yeah!" Dave smiled and looked over at Izzy. She was going to hate them for this, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up. "She's actually amazing at it."

Charlie offered to sing. That was good, that meant he wouldn't have to come up with another rap. The last one he'd thought up? That was pure genius. He'd have to wait at least a day or two before he could come up with something that good again. Plus for some reason, Dave actually kinda wanted to hear Charlie sing. He laughed, before attempting to collect himself as he said his idea.

"Sure! You too then," He nodded again. "Go for it, Charlie. You and Izzy, lay down some beats up in this bitch."
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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Wait, they actually agreed to it? God, he was joking. Sure enough, however, Izzy fired up the trumpet and Charlie sang along. Dave burst out laughing. Amazing. Completely amazing. Charlie joked about Izzy making a record or something.

"Yeah, We need to sign you up for American Idol or some shit. That shit was amazing." Dave sniffed and mimed wiping tears from his eyes. "Brings a tear to my eye."

This was great. Just... great, really. It was. Y'know what? Dave was really starting to like this little group they had going, even if he didn't know Helen or whatever it was yet. So much better than staying with that murdering fuckwad Roland, who was probably ripping his hair out right now to find out that yes, people could co-exist on the island without murdering each other. Everything was right in the world and all that crap.

Then some asshole wandered up and ruined it. He started asking if he minded if he joined their party. Dave wasn't sure about the others, he knew his answer to that one from pretty much the moment the new guy opened his mouth. He wasn't sure if the others would agree with it, but he figured he should make it known anyway. It would make a nice "I fucking told you so" if they said "Oh, okay, you can come chill with us!" only for him to stab them in the backs. Or chainsaw them, whatever. Well, he didn't look like he had a chainsaw, so Dave figured they were okay on that front. Well, did he mind, after all that?

"Yes." He said, apparently in tandem with Charlie.

Dave would have high-fived her if his hands weren't still bloody as hell. He really needed to do something about that. Shit though, their responses were in-sync and everything, that must have done wonders for whoever the fuck the new guy was's self-esteem. But yeah, he did mind, ever so slightly. Helen shrugged though, so Dave guessed she probably didn't care, and he had no idea what Izzy's opinion of the guy would be. But even if Izzy agreed, that was like, two opposed, maybe one for, and one who didn't give a fuck? Right, new guy wasn't welcome, Dave was free to be a douche to him if he sat down. He figured the others would be too.

First order of business for Dave, don't acknowledge him. Talk to one of the others. Talk about something one of they'd brought up earlier.

"Oh, You played in the band, Helen?" He turned to her. "How'd that one end?"

Noise from behind, was it another person? God, they went a whole fucking day without being spotted and now everyone was coming out of fucking nowhere. Probably no one important. Dave would acknowledge them when the others did.
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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Dave could ignore this dickweed to a point, but when he got to barking threats at some unarmed girl who looked like she was pissing herself, and acting like he's completely oblivious to the loudest fucking person here, it's time for an intervention. Glancing around the group, Dave struggled to his feet. Someone had to take the initiative and tell him to piss off.

"Fuck it," He shook his head. "Don't worry, this shouldn't take too long."

Dave slowly approached, trying to hide the pain in his knees, and his back, and his hands... He was hurting right now, but If he looked like he was weak, the guy probably would try something and whatever it was, with Dave in the state he was in, he'd probably succeed, too.

"Listen, alright?" Dave put his hand in his pocket, grabbed the handle of his knife. He wasn't sure if the dickweed had seen him take it out earlier. Dave hoped he hadn't, really. He wasn't entirely sure why, though. He was sure he'd think up a good reason somewhere down the line. "In case you didn't hear my lady friend earlier, and that's seeming pretty fucking likely right now, considering you must not have heard us the first time we told you to piss off, we don't want you here, alright?"

"We didn't fucking want you here in the first place, when you looked like you might've been an okay guy." Dave took a step back. Easing it off a bit. He figured he'd been a little too harsh there, even for him. "Now what? You're off fucking threatening the first fucking person who walks up to you? Where the fuck will that get you?"

Another step back. Changed his focus of attention. He looked at the girl. Couldn't remember her, if he was honest. Figured out what he was gonna say to her, some kind of apology for Dickweed's actions. He'd deal with him first, though.

"Oh and," He added as an aside. "Before you call bullshit on that last part, you were the second person to walk up to us. Just saying."
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B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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Dave backed off, letting the others do the shouting for him. There wasn't really that much that he could say that the others hadn't already said better than he could. He kept walking, getting back to the group and sitting down. Yawned. Tired. Charlie had just crashed down out of nowhere, and the other girl had walked over and seemingly followed. Dave figured he'd be joining them soon.

It was really getting kind of cold.

Dave unzipped his bag, pulling out a dark grey jacket which he quickly pulled on over his shirt. He looked at the girl, now asleep next to Charlie. He honestly felt sorry for her, having to put up with that shit from dickweed. He really did. God, was she cold? Everyone else was wearing at least reasonable clothing, but... she was wearing what amounted to a T-Shirt. Dave rummaged through his things, eventually pulling out a large sweater. Far too big for him. One of his brothers's, he figured, that had gotten mixed up when he was packing. He draped it over the girl, trying to avoid covering her head or waking her up. She'd thank him later when she woke up. Well, that or thrash about, scream, and kick him into next Tuesday. He wasn't all that sure, if he was honest about it.

"Right, Yeah," He said, he'd gotten a bit carried away. He looked back towards dickweed, shaking his head. "Dickwad, fuck you, the rest of us are hitting the sack."

Dave sunk his head down into his bag, ready to go to sleep, but then he remembered something. Sat back up.

"Oh, Dickwad?" Dave pointed at him."I swear to God if you steal one fucking thing from any of us I am hunting you the fuck down, okay?" He pointed towards dickwad. "Got that? Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

"Oh, and Izzy," Dave looked over to her. "Guess you're on first watch."

And with that, Dave closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep.

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David T. Morrison was awake now; Which was to say that his eyes were open, his brain was currently functioning, and he was in control of his actions. This was paramount to his survival in this hostile environment. This hostile environment being the gigantic pirate ship suspended in the sky by a gigantic nylon fibre rope; Constructed from an amassment of many nylon fibres. David T. Morrison was the dashing rogue, here to save the day.


Oh.


This wasn't good at all.


A dagger clentched betwixt his teeth, David T. Morrison swung across the pirate ship from a convieniently placed second nylon fibre rope. Juanita Bandita had Charlotte DuClare and Helen held hostage, Dave knew it. He was going to save them. He was going to save them from Juanita Bandita and her sombrero. He'd heard the stories; Forged from the distended belly of a starving hobo clown. They didn't scare him. he was still going to save them from Juanita Bandita. That was what he was going to do.

Suddenly, though, before he could reach the bandita, he was caught by a torrent of wind, a flurry enough to knock him off of his nylon fibre rope, to knock him off the side of the boat entirely.


And just like that, he was falling.


Falling fucking sucked.


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Suddenly, Dave opened his eyes. Great, now he had a fucking headache to go with the rest of the shit he was putting up with. Dave looked over his bags. Shit seemed to all be there, so he assumed that was the same for the rest of their stuff. Blurry vision, couldn't see who was up yet. Dave wiped his eyes. That was better.

"Right, then." Dave shook himself awake, before cracking his knuckles individually. "Where the fuck are we headed?"

He heard the rest of them say their piece and shrugged. He was fine wherever, really. He just got to his feet, threw his bags back on, and started walking.

((Dave Morrison, continued in Faraday's Cages.))
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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