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Not an Easy Out; Morning, Day 3
Topic Started: Oct 13 2010, 09:07 PM (3,770 Views)
Solitair
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((Eiko Haraguchi continued from Don't Go Breaking My Heart...))

When Eiko was very young, she broke one of her father's expensive vases. She knew how hard her father worked to acquire it and desperately tried to fix it. Finding glue was the easy part. The hard part was reassembling all of the pieces and keeping them together long enough for the glue to dry. But the glue was weak and the pieces were heavy and the weather was hot and humid, so her efforts were in vain. She lost count of the number of times the sticky mound of porcelain collapsed, and by the time her father found her, she lied prostrate on the ground, with glue-stained clothes and a blotchy, tear-slick face.

Now she found herself in the position of both the crumbling vase and the child desperately trying to hold it together. Over the past forty-eight hours, her frustration with her plight had shifted between anger, fear, depression, and hatred, some of which she secretly directed at Peter.

Her opinion on Peter was no less divided than it was when she first met him. She should have left him long ago. She should have done better and killed him. She had nothing to kill him with. She needed him. She couldn't get his blood on her hands. She couldn't give into the game. She should accept the game as soon as possible. She hated him. She tolerated him. He was an idiot with no plan or clue. He was her only hope of getting out alive.

And at one point, she did actually start to relate to him a bit. Through sheer boredom, she'd resorted on numerous occasions to talking to this person that she kind of knew, but didn't really. She learned less from him than she was comfortable with learning, though; whenever she felt the temptation to ramble, he let her take it, staying silent more often than not. And then she noticed it happening and broke off the conversation, only to start a new one when she got bored again in the next two hours.

The only really worthwhile conversation she remembered was when they camped out at the end of the first day. She finally took it upon herself to open her bag, only to discover that her weapon was a cheap SOTF lunchbox. Upon seeing it, she immediately took out her frustration on it, stomping it into the dirt, breaking the cheap piece of shit hinges open and snapping the ugly plastic bits into as many small pieces as she could before wearing herself out. When Peter asked why it happened, she brought out the bento box and showed him what a real lunch container should look like. She ate the contents for dinner that night, explaining to him that out of all the bits of Americana she'd seen over the past year, those cheap mockeries of quality bento hit her the hardest. It wasn't terribly rational of her, but she thought was allowed that one quirk.

She was thankful for a few things, though. She once again thanked heaven that she'd brought outdoor wear, even if it wasn't suited for particularly long hikes, and she made sure to thank Peter for steering them away from the grounds-keeper's hut. Even if he didn't know that it would be a danger zone by the time they got there, it still saved them from a life-threatening situation.

But the gratitude that she gave Peter for that was almost immediately yanked away by his insistence that they patrol the island in an attempt to outmaneuver any potential killers. It was... it was a bullshit idea and Eiko told him so. As much as she could appreciate his logic of not being pinned down in one place, constantly hiking everywhere was only going to wear them out so that they wouldn't have the strength to run if they did happen to stumble upon a killer. She couldn't argue his point of trying to avoid landmarks as well, only stating that some of the named areas described the whole region, which would be impossible to avoid, and that they couldn't be the only people who thought of that, either.

That said, she didn't have any better ideas, so she ended up begrudgingly following Peter. It gave her time to think. Entirely too much time.

Now they were in the exact same place they met. Was it worth it, Peter? Was it? Eiko could feel the wrinkles furrowing in her face from her grimacing. She didn't even bother putting on makeup that morning. What was the point anymore?

For the first time since they left the mansion in the first place, she saw two other people, which would have been a welcome reprieve if not for the tense situation they appeared to be in. Peter wanted to handle the situation himself, which irked her. Armed or not, they were other people, a commodity she sorely missed for a long time. She stayed back, but not as far as Peter wanted her to. She got close enough to see and hear everything the other two people said.

Now if only she could remember who these people were.
Edited by Solitair, Nov 8 2010, 12:50 AM.
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Eiko had never seen an actual gun before, not this close, not in person, not in a situation where it could point at her and kill her with a twitch of a finger. Why would she? She was secure in life, her hobbies genteel, and guns were for more aggressive types, ones who lived away from the city and in America. There was no right to bear arms in her homeland, which suited Eiko just fine.

But now Eiko was beginning to regret being so sheltered. She was vulnerable out here, alone with only someone else's sword-arm to protect her. Deep down, she was truly grateful that the guns were being pointed at other people, and for once, this selfish thought went unchallenged in her mind.

She kept herself just close enough to catch the conversation between the boy and girl in the standoff, trying to place them and their names. No matter how hard she tried, she didn't recognize the other boy.

The girl, though, she'd seen before. During her frequent trips to the library, Ericka Bradley had often been on hand to help her find what she needed. The recognition triggered a pang of sympathy for her; Eiko hoped that she got out of this standoff alright. Then she heard that Ericka had killed someone. Frankie Watson, one of the more awkward students at school.

She didn't know what to think about that. Nor did she know what to think of the discussion of the announcement. The boy said Danya was lying about her killing in self-defense. Did he do that? Eiko had no idea; she knew as much about this sick game as she did about guns.

Then Bradley began to act strangely. She talked about the psychology behind the announcements, the little half-truths that made people panic and misjudge, causing more and more death. Just hearing about the effect made Eiko's stomach turn, and the more Ericka talked, the more she began to dread something. She didn't know what it was until Ericka raised her gun again.

Could Eiko have moved and saved the boy from her bullet? There was always a slim chance that she could sprint fast enough to push Bradley over and knock her aim off. Might she have tried?

No. She was frozen from being in a tense situation in an unfamiliar environment. She was unwilling to risk herself for a boy she didn't know; she knew half of the senior class and she didn't know him. If she'd had time to think things through, she would have noted that his death meant an unclaimed gun, which was enough reason to let him die.

All she ultimately did was get down, obeying Peter's order in the heat of the moment. She fell on her knees and covered her head as the sound of gunfire roared through the air. It was painfully loud, louder than she'd ever expected it, and it managed to drown out the sound, but not the feeling, of her heart trying to escape her body.
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((Quick post before Solomir's.))

Eiko spent the entire altercation on her stomach. After she dropped, she looked up out of a morbid curiosity to see how things were going. Bradley's bullet struck the other boy in the stomach, which tipped him off the deep end and caused him to fire his gun at her. Wait, what was he doing.

Oh no. Oh no. He was shooting at Eiko! At her! Why was he shooting at her? WHY?

It was to Eiko's infinite fortune that he aimed wildly, his bullets whizzing over her back. She swore on her ancestors' graves that she felt the air above her being shoved into her back by being the nearly supersonic rounds.

Her mind raced and her body froze as she tried to understand why the boy would do this. She heard him warn Peter, which made no sense! Did he think that she was about to attack Peter? How could this idiot not have inferred that she was traveling with him from the fact that she had entered the greens at the same time as him from the same direction.

Fortunately, Peter was as enraged by the act of aggression as Eiko was, rushing forward and slashing at Peter with his sword. She didn't know how well he handled himself considering the circumstances, both because she hadn't studied swordplay for a long time and because she was scared out of her mind by the blood Peter was spilling.

Thus began another stage of Eiko's adjustment to the game. She'd seen the video where the Rizzolo boy tortured his girlfriend. She'd felt the tense atmosphere of the game in the mansion, when Peter engaged in a standoff with Kuiper. She'd even seen the odd corpse or two as she marched around the island with Peter, though she did her best to keep her distance from them. But this was the first time she actually saw a death in progress.

Peter's rage let him dominate the other boy effortlessly, quickly having him on his feet and ready for the killing blow. He talked about how much he hated murderers, preparing to deal the killing blow. She psyched herself up to watch it, knowing that in order to get off this place, she'd most likely have to sit through someone's death.

She couldn't do it. Right before Peter pulled his sword across the boy's throat, she turned her head away and averted her eyes, unable to look at the buckets of blood gushing from the body in torrents. She curled up into a ball, facing away, realizing that Peter had just saved her life. She took back everything negative that she thought about him, every urge to exploit and kill him at the first opportunity. He handled the situation with the boy and Bradley flawlessly.

Wait, what happened with Bradley?

She stood up, careful not to look at Peter, and searched for Bradley. She had a part in this too! She fired the first shot and made the boy go berserk. And there she was, looking around for useful comestibles like she didn't just try to kill the boy in cold blood.

"Hey!" Eiko frowned and shouted, trying to get her attention. "What were you thinking? Why are you talking about lessons and shooting at him. He didn't do anything! Nothing!"

Bradley didn't pay attention to her at all. She just picked something off a girl's body and started walking off. Eiko stomped after her, stoking her fury at Bradley's thoughtlessness. "Are you completely out of your mind?" she yelled. "COME BACK HERE!" She stopped and screamed her loudest at the rapidly retreating girl, releasing the accumulated anger and frustration of three days in hell.

"YOU ALMOST GOT ME KILLED, YOU STUPID BITCH!"

She leaned forward and rested her hands on her thighs, hyperventilating and bugging out her eyes as she tried to recover from losing her control. Her parents would have never, ever approved of that display in any other circumstance besides this. What would they say? What would they think?

Finally, she lowered herself down to the ground, parking her rear on the grass and leaning forward. She never wanted to experience anything like this again. The problem was, she knew she would inevitably have to.
Edited by Solitair, Nov 14 2010, 03:17 AM.
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Eiko frowned as she looked over at the spot where Bradley had vanished into the distance. She hadn't responded at all to being insulted in such a crude fashion. Maybe she was used to it. Maybe she didn't want to stick around and confront Eiko, counting her blessings that she got away with being an accessory to murder.

Didn't matter. Odds are she would get hers before the week was through.

She turned around to check up on Peter, only to discover that he'd been laughing that whole time. She didn't quite know what to think about this. Did he actually enjoy it? She'd heard of lurid tales, of people getting a rush out of their first murder, instead of the normal feeling of revulsion and nausea. If that happened to Peter, if his murder of Lucas had made him realize a darker part of himself, then everything changed. She wasn't safe with him anymore, quite the opposite. Now that he had Lucas's gun and his sword, and she had nothing, she was more vulnerable than ever.

But now he stopped. Eiko decided to approach him as he looked over his kill. The laughter from earlier must have been a slip, because he busied himself with paying respect to the body. He closed its eyes, he muttered a silent prayer, he put the body in a peaceful position. Only then did he look over to Lucas's dropped gun and pick it up. As he did everything, Eiko respectfully stood fifteen feet away, waiting for him to finish up so that they could leave the body before it started to rot. Already she thought she could smell something putrid in the air, wrinkling her nose in response.

Then Peter got up, looking thoroughly disgusted with himself. Eiko couldn't bring herself to feel the same way; he had just saved her life, after all, and she would have to repay him for it somehow. A stray thought made her grateful he wasn't interested in women. Not that he was the sort of guy to ask otherwise. He took a metal bottle out of his pocket and called for Eiko to follow him, walking off into the distance.

She was about to follow him when she noticed that the dead boy's daypack sat on his back, completely unmolested. Peter hadn't even touched it. Eiko frowned, once again finding her opinion of Peter shifting. She had no objection to respecting the dead, but they were playing for life or death stakes. The two of them would need every advantage they could get.

She checked to make sure that Peter wasn't looking, then reached down and unzipped his pack, finding a modest amount of food and drink in it. She transferred it over to her pack as quickly as possible, then shifted her gaze to the odd polearm attached to it. She vaguely recognized it as some sort of Japanese weapon, but it didn't look as lethal as, say, a tetsubou or katana.

Despite this, she unfastened it from his pack and put his body back roughly the way it was. With a quick nod to this boy, whoever he was, she finished her business and ran off after Peter, her new prize in tow.

((Eiko Haraguchi continued in March to Your Death))

((End of Thread))
Edited by Solitair, Nov 18 2010, 01:32 AM.
WickedIcon: i just launched a baby wearing a denim jacket and a bowler hat across a hospital, through a window, killing several patients, destroying thousands of dollars of equipment, and finally coming to rest on the body of a presumably dead clown
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