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Carpe Noctum; Day 3
Topic Started: Oct 12 2010, 01:37 AM (4,804 Views)
Brackie
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((Hello, I'm Inky, your local tech support, who'll be babysitting Maf until our local sheep-shagger comes back from wherever. I also apologive for any present and future eviseration of Maf's character))

When did it all decide to go to hell?

One moment, he was standing there in front of Brook as the newcomer introduced himself. The bitch in the back was going off again, everyone was talking, and then...she got the gun. Leila managed to somehow get ahold of Brook's gun, and the tall Fijian's eye's flickered from the scared guy behind him sprawling into the wall, to the gun now perched in bitch's hands.

He was right all along, she was going to bring them down.

He didn't even register the fact that his humungous hands were suddenly to his front again, gun aimed right at the bitch's head. It scared him how easily this was becoming, but he still kept his silent aim on the short-haired traitor who still was mouthing off at them, talking about survival again.

Survival of the Fittest, again those words struck.

There was something inside of him, something that didn't even attempt to stop her as she ran away.

Jennifer...

She was the most important thing to him as he thought about the true fact, that whether he wanted to believe it or not, there was the ever increasing chance that only him or her was going to make it off of here alive.

He watched her go.

The gun fell limp to his side.
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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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Brackie
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And then, faster than he could tell, there was the three of them left.

After Leila ran off, Jason began to spout off plan after plan again. No sooner had he left with Brook in tow someone else arrived, and the tunnel became a lot more crowded. They needed to get out of there, away from the tunnels and into the open light, so he could really tell where he was going. The tunnels had no maps, only entrances to their domains, and if he and Nathan wanted to find everyone they needed to and stay safe, there was no point in getting caught unawares in the dark.

Picking up the extra bags, the tall Fijian boy followed Nathan into the darkness and away from the newcomer.

((Ma'afu Tuigamala continues elsewhe-

"Jennifer? Jennifer? Please tell me you're still in here."

"Who...who the hell is Jennifer?!?"


Maf froze.

He was well into the darkness of the tunnels when he heard the name and the voices. Turning back, he tried to make out through the dim amount of light, squinting as hard as he could in an attempt to focus his retinas, at the fellow students who were now speaking. He wasn't concerned with them, more or less, but the fact remained that a name still lingered through the darkness of the tunnels.

Now he was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place. He could follow Nathan, get out of here, and plan something with the guy and really try to find Jennifer. Or there was the isolated but everpresent chance that the newcomer in the tunnel had seen her. There was the even bigger chance that it was the other Jennifer in the class, the Romita girl.

Or he could hang back here and find out how much the guy knew.

Taking a breath, Maf silently crept closer to the people just ahead of him. He could hear Nathan leaving, probably wondering where he was, but this chance, this slim chance, hovered in front of him, and if he ignored it the chances were that he wasn't going to get it again.

A small amount of cover, only just large enough to hide him, greeted him as he got closer to the two. Maf didn't know how he was going to really ask them, or wait until the tension in the area just dropped down to static.

Maybe he should have given Nathan the rest of the bags.
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Unlike the people on those forum's, however, Maf knew perfectly well what he saw.

It had all flashed by him in a matter of mintues, possibly even seconds. Time in this tunnel seemed to stand still.

First, the skinny boy, Nick Reid (was he the NR on the note?) confirmed to him that they were both looking for the same Jennifer. He described her to a tee, and part of him wanted to walk forth and ask him what he knew.

Then, almost like the frames in a movie had been edited, the guy who wasn't Nick now lay dead on the cave wall.

And Maf did nothing.

He should have done something. Hell, even yelling out at the last second would have done something, allieved him of his conscience if only slightly. He'd been responsible for one too many accidents in his time, and if he'd only stepped in, made sure that he wasn't just being a bystander, a bystander of all things, then...his fist would not have been clenched, and he would not have strode forth through the blackness that surrounded him, bags stored behind the hiding place he'd so secretly found.

He wouldn't have stepped into the light as his back was turned.

He wouldn't have made the smallest of sounds just so that he could see the killer's face.

He wouldn't have thrown the first punch, sending him sprawling to the tunnel floor.

He wouldn't have stood over him briefly, before doing the one thing he'd sworn to himself he wouldn't do on this island.

Maf reached for the boy's neck and lifted him up against the tunnel wall. His hand wasn't around his neck, but actually clenched tightly on his jaw, but not tight so that he could die at a moment's notice, but tight so that he held a grasp on the boy without being able to deprive him of the information that he so damn well wanted at this point. The game, SOTF, it tired him, and now he wanted answers for once.

"Don't try and get out, I'll put you down when I find out what I need. If you try and hit me, I'll squeeze. If you struggle, I'll slip." Maf said emptily. No matter the fact that the gravest of circumstances stood before him, he would never have it inside of him to take another person's life, deprive him of his soul. It would be at that point in which he'd know there'd be no turning back from that point.

"I need to know, Nick Reid. Where did you last see Jennifer Perez? And why are you looking for her?"

((OOC: All GMing approved))
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Nick, he wouldn't stop moving. From the moment Maf's large hands engrasped his thin neck, it was like someone shined bright flashing lights in his face. He recieved a wad of spit on the chest, a scratching of hands around the wrist, and even an attempted kick in the groin. It all proved worthless to the boy in front of him when Maf responded to each of these actions in kind with solemn silence. Not a struggle. Not a response. Although the most recent attempt to free himself proved more harmful, Maf remained vigilante.

He wasn't going to harm this guy any more than he already had. His force, the amount of exertion he'd put into trying to get this guy to tell him what he knew was nothing more than necessary. Maf wasn't a morally violent person at all, but this was proving to be a bad choice.

Closing his eyes, trying his best to ignore the fragile hits, he squeezed his hand.

It wasn't anything deadly. It was a brief but powerful pull against the throat, less than 3 seconds, after which he loosened slightly, back to where it was.

...what had he just done? He...he could have killed him!

Was there any real danger in actually killing the guy?

No, there couldn't have been, could there?

That was almost what he thought back during that football match...

He opened his eyes again. It was all just to find out what the guy knew...but he wasn't responding.

...necessary force.

Maf's left hand, which had been laying dormant this whole time, moved to his collar. This would show him, even if he didn't really mean it, how far he was willing to go to get a real answer, a straight answer...

He lay his fingers along the edge, only slightly recieving a grip on it. Closing his eyes, Maf sighed, then looked straight into Nick's.

"I don't want to do this, but if you don't tell me what I asked...I'll do it. I don't care that I'll kill myself, but you...you want to find Jenniifer. I need to find Jennifer. Tell me what I wanted to know."

This was it, the edge of it. The moment which would make or break him.

All the cards were layed on the table.
Edited by Brackie, Dec 3 2010, 06:56 AM.
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When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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((sooo sorry for the wait))

The boy spoke, and Maf listened. It wouldn't have been right to assume the boy was lying from the get-go, but in any case it remained clear that the boy did indeed meet Jennifer. And he didn't even try and cover up the fact that he was responsible for death here, of all places. What's more, he wasn't...he wasn't even mildly disturbed by the same fact. Is that what happened to the people who ended up playing here? Is that what would happen to him or Nathan or Jason or Liam? Would they eventually...turn, just stop caring? Become jaded by the very concept that, well, someone was dead by your hand?

Maybe Maf should have just realised it sooner. If he decided to just stop caring, then he would be no different than the killers, the players, everyone else who had lost themselves to this game, this sick game.

What he wouldn't have given to just ensure that Jennifer remained safe from the small, wirey boy in front of him. If he enclosed his neck, it would be like a death sentence nailed into his skin. Not just for the boy, but for Maf as well. A misguided attempt at making sure that his friends, his mates, his...that Jennifer remained safe from just one more person who was out to make sure that his friends had a slimmer, yet better, chance of being safe wherever they were now, would mean that everyone he ever knew would be out to kill him. And the worse thing of all was that...that people he knew had already travelled down the same path as everyone in the small, dark tunnel in front of them.

...Dammit, he left Nathan out to dry, didn't he?

As the boy stopped speaking, all these thoughts, thoughts that didn't belong to him, were slapped away by invisible hands. He wouldn't do that, no. No matter the fact that Nick Reid was...was a killer, the corresponding fact still remained that he was also a human being. Every person Maf had met in his life, even the arrogant people, the people who were pricks, to say the least, the people who hated people and everyone around him, they were still people.

So because Nick Reid was, in all essences, a person, Maf released him from his grip with both hands. Maf was still a person who didn't want to hand out violence that easily, or retribution, so when he turned around and walked back to his bags, he knew that Nick wasn't going to hurt him. The laws of nature prevailed over the laws of human nature; Maf was big, Nick was small.

He listened for whatever happened next, just to make sure he was right for once.
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And then...relief.

The boy, the killer, didn't try anything while Maf let him run. He listened with his back turned as the boy mumbled a thank-you, and then scarpered off into the darkness.

...now what?

The big predicament that lay ahead of Maf at this moment was the choice of finding out how exactly to get out of here and meet up with Nathan, or try and find out whether or not the Reid boy was true to his word about Jennifer. It was a cruel choice by fate, and really if he could have done both, split himself in two and have two Maf's wandering the island trying to do everything they needed to do, then that was what would have happened.

In the end, however, he knew that he couldn't abandon his friend any more than he had already. He'd already gotten ahold of all of Nathan's belongings, and chances were that he was going to get worried. Maf wasn't that good of a direction-finder, so chances were it was going to be a while until he got out.

Reid went in one direction, and Maf went in the other.

I'm sorry mate, I'm coming.

((Ma'afu Tuigamala continues in Where Was My Brain?))

[[THREAD CLOSED]]
Edited by Brackie, Mar 20 2011, 08:26 PM.
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