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Life's a Beach; Open (Especially for killers who're up for a chase scene)
Topic Started: Oct 12 2010, 06:41 AM (3,246 Views)
Brackie
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((Craptastic Aston post agogo!))

((Aston Bennett continues from There Is A Light))

It had taken a long time, two or three days of long time, but she'd made her decision.

No matter how much she wanted to, Aston Bennett was not walking out of SOTF a murderer. She knew that, in some sick and twisted fantasy world, that people like her with the weapons, the ability, the attitude, and the confidence, she'd come out on top. But no matter what, she wasn't going to end up a murderer, reduce herself to the level of her classmates, who were dropping like flies. Honestly, the sheer volume of students that had started to play compared to the number of her peers actually gone was staggering.

But even though she had the gun and as such the power to take someone's life into her hands, she couldn't do it.

So what else was there to do on an island such as this but survive?

Annoyingly, only after one visit to the creek and one wash of her hair, it refused to stay spiky anymore. She was frustrated, compiled with the fact that she'd only had 8 hours sleep over the last few days since leaving the tunnels. If she was to snap, it would be hard.

But it wasn't like water was her sworn enemy anymore, so here she was. The beach.

She'd had to avoid the Mansion for now, seeing as it was a Danger Zone. She didn't want her head to be blown off any time soon, so she stopped herself from endulging. The beach was mosly an empty place, with driftwood scattered here and there, and...what seemed to be a pink tent propped up in the middle of the beach.

Tilting her head confused, she started to walk closer, gun out. If that thing happened to be housing a crazed lunatic, she wouldn't be caught unawares.

She got there, almost silently, until her shadow reached inside the tent like a clawed arm. Not sure of the courteous thing to do when entering a tent, she extended her knuckles and rapped gently on one of the support beams that held the tent up. If there was someone in here, they could provide shelter until she decided to move again. If not, she could spend this time getting some sleep. Her eyes did look like they belonged to the undead, after all.

"Hello? Is there anyone in here?" Aston asked openly.
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She wasn't really sure what to expect from inside. If they were really a killer, and they did see her with her gun, there was nothing to actually stop them from shooting. It was a tent, not some impenetrable fortress. She sometimes forgot that, since it was so easy to get lost in one's own world in the safety and security of somewhere small and recluse.

It's just that...she didn't expect the person to react so hostile.

Fingers still clenched on the gun, she saw through the pink fabric of the tent what looked like a scared little boy, pretending to hold a gun in his hands. It would have been quite convincing, were it not for the nervousness of his voice which could be picked up by anyone.

So what was the next course of action for Aston Bennett?

Put the gun in her bag, hands above her head, and continued to speak.

"Look, I can see you're scared. But I'm not a killer or anything. I just need somewhere to sleep, I've been up for, what, 3 days and I haven't gotten a good rest. I've been running around in the tunnels for god knows how long, the one time I stopped I saw some girl lit on fire and almost died myself, and if I don't get some sleep...ugh, look, I know you probably don't know who I am, but can I please just stay here for a while? Until you want to leave at least?"

It was pretty hard to actually speak this out, in reality, since she didn't trust this guy as far as she could see him. She wasn't going out of her way to make allies in the game, not at least until her life depended on it, but...if this guy was terrified, he could probably use the protection. A guy with nothing was better than no guy and still nothing.

"Please?"
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Hectic. What a word. It had so many connotations that described her well, but it seemed like just the opposite wanted to happen here. The boy had gone quiet, for almost a solid minute. During that time, she'd edged her hands down, and stopped making herself look like a hostage in a situation that clearly wasn't so.

And then, he spoke again.

She smiled widely, for one of the first times during her capture. She'd gotten his trust, she'd made a single ally. It was worth that risk, that one small attempt.

But then again, things were never going to work out that simply for Aston Bennett, were they?

Out of nowhere, a girl appeared. Aston whipped her head around to see her, and she slipped her hand into her bag on instinct. Multi-coloured hair, something Aston had seen in abundance at Bayview, but more importantly, a crowbar. A weapon. Something that could and probably would kill.

She didn't look the part of a killer, but there was really no way to tell. According to the announcements, people she'd known, people she'd socialised with, had turned killer. There was nothing in her face to suggest that this was the case, but there was no way to be sure. Not a single way.

Well, if she asked, that could work, she supposed.

"Hey, yeah, it's okay. Well, it was okay until you spooked this guy. Think he's had a heart attack or something, and you popping in outta nowhere probably didn't help," Aston snapped. What was everyone thinking if they thought they could just appear out of nowhere and ask random questions like that? Didn't they know how dangerous it was? She scoffed at the idea of everyone in her class being either that naive or stupid, though it really wouldn't have surprised her, honestly, but the amount of collar-suicides and overly stupid deaths seemed to damper that scoff right back down for the time being. At least for now.

Running her free hand up the side of her face, she scratched her cheek.

"Look, I dunno who you are really, but I'm Aston. Guy in there, I dunno, but you might wanna approach this a bit more calmly or something, since he sounds really on edge. Might have a gun, I think."

And then boom, like fireworks in the night, another girl appeared out of nowhere. Almost literally, really, she didn't even spot her come onto the scene, she was so busy trying to stop this guy from freaking out and to stop the girl from becoming either a hinderance or a potential foe. In her own little special way, anyhow.

Turning around to face her, she recognised her as that short goth chick who hung around with some punk chick and that Australian giant. Honestly, such odd friendship combinations were the reason she was almost totally lost on finding one herself; where did one draw the line?

"Oh. Hello." Aston mumbled. She wasn't really sure how to respond to such an open question: "Hello?". It provided so many opportunities for different lines of discussion that it wasn't really worth thinking about.

"You holding up okay?" Aston continued, trying her best to keep things less than critical. Nothing else should give this guy more than a double coronary if she had anything to say in the matter.

Come to think of it, who was that guy anyway? Would he come out if he thought these girls (plus her) were friendly?

Well, there was time to wait and see.

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So the boy started to go on the shit. Really. Aston didn't even realise that she was talking to him in the first place. So then, he started to go on.

And on.

And on and on about how badly he was doing. So what did Aston do? She stood there, quietly, and took every

single

word.

And by the time it was over, her lip, which had been trembling from nervousness, was now in a different state of trembling. Rage. Pure, unadulterated, rage.

So when the girl started to ramble on, Aston's brain, still glaring from the insults she was recieving earlier (or rather, what she percieved to be insults) started to click into motion.

And then it all blurted out.

"Okay, first of all, I will forgive you for thinking that you, some small, whiny little shithead, was the subject of that remark. For future reference, I was NOT speaking to you, I was speaking to HER, OKAY?" Aston yelled, pointing at the relatively new arrival. "JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE HERE FIRST, DOES NOT MEAN EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, OKAY? OH, AND ONE MORE THING, HOW DARE YOU LECTURE ME ON THE FACT THAT EVERYONE WE KNOW IS DYING OUT THERE! HOW DARE YOU! I HAVE SEEN THINGS ON THIS ISLAND THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE IN A LIFETIME! MY BEST FRIEND WAS KILLED IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING EYES! SOME STUPID METALHEAD CHICK SET HER ON FIRE WITH A FLAREGUN, AND NEARLY BURNED THE WHOLE FUCKING FOREST DOWN! I ALMOST DIED! HAVE YOU ALMOST DIED TODAY? NO? WELL THEN WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO LECTURE ME ON THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ARE DYING! PEOPLE DIE EVERY DAY! YOU KNOW THAT! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT! EVERYONE HERE KNOWS THAT!"

Aston was like a bull that couldn't be stopped. A lying bull, nonetheless, since she couldn't think up anything else that would make as much of an impact as "my friend died in front of me". In the passage of her rage, she had stepped forward towards Marty, and was moving so close that she could see every little vein in his eye.

"AND TO THINK THAT I EVEN BOTHERED TRYING TO MAKE PEACE WITH YOU! YOU WERE SO SCARED, LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING BABY, THAT I THOUGHT YOU'D JUST WANT ANYONE! I DON'T NEED TO FIND FRIENDS! I HAVE NONE ANYMORE! THEY'RE ALL DEAD, YOU KNOW THAT? I DIDN'T NEED TO EVEN GO NEAR YOU! I WAS PERFECTLY FINE WITH FENDING FOR MYSELF! AND AS FOR YOUR LITTLE COMMENT ABOUT "OH, WE'RE ALL GONNA BE DEAD IN A WEEK" WELL NEWS FLASH SHERLOCK FUCKING HOLMES! I DON'T THINK THIS-" Aston yanked her gun out of her bag, and started to emote with it wildly in her hands, every so often her finger moving closer to the trigger, and further away again "WILL EVER BELONG TO SOMEONE THAT'S GONNA DIE TODAY, DO YOU? BECAUSE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME, BETWEEN ALL OF YOU, IS THAT I AM GONNA WIN THIS! I'M GONNA GET OFF! AND YOU JUST LOST YOUR ONCE! IN A FUCKING! LIFETIME! CHANCE!"

In the heat of her speech she screamed. Running towards the tent, her boot, in a few fluid motions, connected with the tent and sent it flying. Still in beserker mode, she grabbed his bag, rested inside, and sent it flying towards the water as well.

Nostrils flaring, she spun around to her waiting audience.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU'RE ALL USELESS PRICKS, EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU!"
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Before she could even attempt to explain herself, there was a shout. Before she could even register what had happened, only just recognizing that someone else had arrived on the scene, there was a dull thud. She watched in the almost overdramatic, OTT slo-mo that one sees in pictures, at least it would have had Aston been in the right state of mind.

Then there was speaking.

The girl, Michelle or something, she'd started to go on about him needing to be quiet.

She listened as everything happened. The new guy screamed, waving another gun about. Aston just stood there, watching, still. The girl started speaking again, but all Aston could hear was echoes. She was still standing there.

And then, the moment she was given the chance to speak, Aston did what she knew best now.

She raised her gun to Michelle's direction, and spoke again.

"Drop the crowbar."

A beat.

"I SAID DROP THE FUCKING ROCK!"

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"And so, that's what you'll be doing here every weekend, Aston!" The laid-back middle-aged woman sat back down and grabbed the idle water bottle from the lunch desk and taking a sip.

It was Aston's first day at the pet shelter, and she was feeling nervous. She knew that she'd be a great volunteer, but she needed to really know how to take care of these animals, so that they would get a good home. She'd been shown the various cages and homes for each animal, and even gone so far as to get her annoculations for the various diseases she might accidentally bring in. Everything she needed to do had been done, she'd spoken to the adoption agency about her own pets, she'd met the regular team, and she'd even gone through and fed some of the animals that were available for visiting.

"Okay, so how do you like the shelther Aston?"

"It's great! I'm gonna love helping out here!"

"That's wonderful. So what times do you reckon you'll be able to help out here?"

"Uhh, I think maybe some days after school, and definitely on weekends, I don't have much to do then."

"Okay, so let me just go and get your name tag, and you'll be ready to come in whenever you need to!"

As the woman in the gumboots went into the backroom, Aston smiled and bounded over the waist-high gate once again. She had to get a good look at some more of the animals here. A small dog walked up to her from the back of it's shelter, and peeked it's nose through the bars. Still not sure of the procedure, but almost certain she wasn't contagious, Aston bent down on her knees and rubbed the dog on the nose, smiling. It was going to be wonderful working here.

A bird was enclosed in a shelter of it's own to Aston's left, so she shuffled over to it's cage. She smiled again, and made the clicking noise that she'd seen on Skippy that one time. She was so glad she found that on youtube, it was pretty entertaining stuff. The bird fluttered around in it's large enclosure for a while, and Aston was happy.

Still shuffling to her left, she peeked into the next cage.

What she saw was...not something that she should have been able to see.

A young border collie was lying limp on the small bed it was given, not moving except for breathing. Aston wasn't a dog expert, but...she could tell it was in pain. She could see the faint outline of stitches in it's head, but not a small amount, what looked like...it's head had been bashed clean open.

"We rescued this poor guy from his owner."

The woman in the gumboots was standing over her shoulder. Aston didn't even realize she was there.

"The guy who was supposed to be taking care of this poor fellow didn't know how to keep him quiet. When he barked loudly at night, he'd take a rock from the backyard and beat it until it was unconsious. We found him before the damage became irreversable, but...we're afraid if he doesn't get better, we may have to put him down."

"That's...terrible."

"I know, sweetie. We do what we can here, but sometimes we can't save everyone."

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"-I-I MEAN DROP THE FUCKING CROWBAR!" Aston screamed towards her newest enemy. No one did that for such inane reasons. Shut him up? NO. No one dared to even do such a thing around someone like her. Aston could understand her doing it if he was hostile, but not like this, not like this, for fuck's sake.

"If you don't drop the fucking crowbar, I'm going to shoot you. I'm gonna give you to the count of 5. If you don't drop, you're dead."

Aston didn't really care what happened to her now. Someone who did that to anyone for such a superflous reason had no way of earning her trust or respect anymore.

Licking her lips nervously, she counted.

"1..."
Edited by Brackie, Nov 10 2010, 07:14 AM.
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((Skipping to get the hell outta here))

It all went according to plan.

The original plan, anyway, where no one died. If that girl hadn't given up her crowbar, Aston would have shot, no matter how she would have lost all her allies. Well, could she really call them allies if she didn't even care about their wellbeing that much.

The other boy must have been his friend, cause the moment the girl dropped her bludgeon, he went in and picked him up, pulled him over his shoulders, and carried him out of there. Using this opportunity, Aston strolled up, gun still at the ready, to Michelle, scooped down in the sand and picked up her crowbar. Examining it from various angles, she smiled a weak smile.

"I suppose you won't be needing this anymore, seeing as how you're not gonna be dragged up for manslaughter anymore," Aston commented, before scanning the area.

She had to follow the two guys that just left. If she didn't have anyone to travel with, then her life would simply be a lot shorter if anyone playing found her.

Running over to the water, she grabbed the bag that was carressed by the waves and slung it over her gunslinging shoulder. She would have brought the tent as well, but the wind had long since pushed it down the beach towards the cliffs. It wasn't of any use to anyone anyway, was it?

Aston headed towards the direction the rockhead had started off towards, before turning around and, still walking in that direction, spoke to the two remaining girls.

"I personally don't give a crap if you come," Aston sneered towards the multi-colour haired girl, before switching her glance to the goth chick "But you can come if you want. None of us are playing, at least as far as I know."

Turning around again, she ran after the tracks the boy made in the sand and the grass.

"I'm coming whether you like it or not!"

((Aston Bennett continues in Wind in the Willow))
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