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Carpe Noctum; Day 3
Topic Started: Oct 12 2010, 01:37 AM (4,920 Views)
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((Liam "Brook" Brooks, continued from The Only Way Is up))


Thank god he wasn't afraid of the dark, or he'd most likely shit himself to death in abject terror from being in these dark, twisty tunnels.

Why? Why did the island have to be so absolutely terror-inspiring? It wasn't enough that Brook's life had literally become a game of survival, the rules of which he was currently defying so he could continue to be with his best friends (and Leila, who mostly just creeped him out, tits or not). No, the island had to be full of tunnels and darkness and other such atmospheres designed to evoke fear in humans, specifically neurotic teenage boys. Oh, and bodies. The Flowerheads all had the fortune to not encounter any dead bodies that might be lying around, but Brook knew they were there... all thanks to the announcements.

Twice he had sat in the dark, winding tubes of earth, and twice he had to rely on everybody else for the support to stomach the announcements. Brook gave a vain attempt to count just how many of his classmates, friends or otherwise, were now dead. He lost count somewhere during the announcements the first time around just in time for him to puke, a sick and shaking mess. He had just as easily lost count the second time around, the names becoming a blur to him; the words ended up just as meaningless as the voice behind them was cold.

Being in a place that had probably never seen the light of day for so long hadn't helped matters any, but that was something that had seemed to affect all of them. Regardless, here they all were, mostly healthy and alive on day 3 (though Brook had no idea just what time of day it was). Nathan had stepped up a bit more, acting as a polarizer to whenever any of them felt a bit down, Jason was being a leader as usual, and Maf was being rather quiet... also like usual. Then there was their most recent member, who Brook was now regretting as wanting to take along in the first place. Maybe it was her speech back at the mountain, or her mannerisms, but something about her was just so goddamn... off, he guessed?

The note didn't really concern him all that much. It was great that Maf had hope for Jennifer, but he could really only care about Tiffany for the time being. That's all Brook's world was for the moment: his group of friends, Tiffany. The other names on those daily, ear-raping rolecalls mattered but held no more weight than the daily obituaries. It was a shame that she seemed nowhere nearby. Maybe she was close by? Had Brook ever actually been close to enountering her? He had no way of knowing for sure.

Damn Bishop... he's not even here with us, he never deserved her...

The smell, though... Jason smelled something, and that did concern Brook. Something... rotting? There was no ignoring the shiver that ran up his spine when he heard that. Taking the bait like any human would, Brook sniffed the air, and he did in fact smell something.

The smell was something he was very familiar with.

It was faint, but he smelled blood.

His throat tightened, his breathing became panicked. Breathing faster, faster, faster and heavier, Brook looked around for the source. In the dim light of one of the mining lamps hung in the tunnels, he saw what looked to be a red, glistening partial footprint. His first instinct was to immediately take a step back, letting out a soft moan as his eyes betrayed him, following the footprint to another, and another, then to the source of the bleeding... Leila's feet.

"O-oh... oh my god..." Brook whimpered, backing up until he was safely behind Jason, away from the vile stuff.
Edited by MK Kilmarnock, Oct 14 2010, 11:38 PM.
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Maf seemed to have the right idea. Brook started to head his way as soon as the shuffling figures in the tunnel would allow him, getting as far away from the disgusting substance on the ground and on Leila's feet as possible. Jason's reassurances, in this particular case, really weren't as helpful as the Aussie was probably thinking they were, but there was no sense in pointing that out. Instead, the pale-faced gardener had excused himself without a word, going to sit next to Maf.

And then that was looking like a horrible idea too.

"YEECH!" Brook yelped at Maf's sudden movements pulling out a gun and pointing it at somebody. The fact that there was an extra 'somebody' to begin with was almost as disconcerting. No... they didn't need anybody else to join their little party; things were fucked up enough as they were. We don't need any more blood... oh god, please, no more blood...

Maf already had his gun out, and so Brook had time to think twice about pulling his out. He was feeling a bit too faint for that, finding it all the wiser to have the more intimidating Fijian do the work this time around. Brook would just, maybe... stand around and look tough. Whilst hiding behind Maf.

Just remember... Mighty Zinnia... I'm a Mighty Zinnia...
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Why... why did everything have to get so ridiculous? One would think that being surrounded by your closest friends could dull the fear in a situation, but no. Even with Maf, Jason and Nathan all right there, life still found a way to become an absolute hell, a ball of confusion. Who was this new person? How many weapons were now pointing at whom? When would all the blood go away? Most importantly, when would Leila just shut... the fuck... UP!?

Brook eeked his way out from behind Maf, looking to how everybody was responding to the new threat. Despite the insistence of one very annoying girl, the voice on the intercom had made things perfectly clear: people were killing, people were dying, and danger lay outside of the circle of safety... in all directions, no less. It was this reason and this reason alone that Brook wasn't standing the closest to the exit of the tunnels, leaving that position for Maf, even though he wanted to be as far from the 'action' as possible.

His gun, as much of a piece of trash as it was, found itself hovering near his navel on the outside of his shirt. He held it there for comfort purposes, pointing slightly away from him and at the ground out of fear for what the weapon represent and the power it held, but it was his biggest comfort to be had all the same. Everybody here was armed to the teeth, and that was good, but if danger presented itself... there would be nothing but blood to come from it.
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Mud?

Was it just mud? But the smell was there, the feel of it, practically the taste... and it was on his face. When Leila first smeared it there, his body ran cold and his mind just wanted to shut down. It was that first day on the island all over again... but this time, there was blood. Lots.... and LOTS... of blood.

Jason had called it mud, though, and Brook was startled with a cry when his friend grabbed him to try and shake him out of it. It was true... in the dim light, the fluid that Jason wiped from Brook's face onto his shirt looked a lot like mud, and... well, why would Jason lie to him? Brook had blood on him before and Jason hadn't lied then, so why would he now?

"Okay... j-j-just mud..." the boy panted, cupping his face in an attempt to try and slow his breathing. He had nearly clawed scratches into his cheek just trying to get the blood (which had to have been mud all along... it had to be) off, so his cheek stung a little from his own hot breath being trapped against his hands. He accepted Jason's help in standing up, however, taking the opportunity to hug Jason close in order to regain his strength. "That bitch... I hate her, she.... oh god, she knows I hate blood... she KNEW, Jason.." Brook babbled to his friend, finally letting go and being able to stand on his own.

Brook looked to Maf and Nathan, then back to Jason, shaking his head. Leila was now a dangerous girl, all because he had let his guard down. "I'm so sorry, guys... I didn't mean... shit... we'll see each other again soon, okay?" Brook sighed, following Jason out of the cave. Somewhere between now and where they were going, maybe his heartrate would finally return to normal.

"Just mud... ha... what an idiot I am..."

((Liam "Brook" Brooks, continued in It's Everything's Nature to Fall))
Edited by MK Kilmarnock, Nov 21 2010, 01:49 AM.
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