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Late Dawns and Early Sunsets; [Late Day 3, OPEN]
Topic Started: Nov 6 2010, 12:05 AM (3,701 Views)
Dr. Nic
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How cute.
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[Boy #14 - Alex White. Continued from I Swear I Won't Shoot.

Day late and a dollar short, but it's better than nothing.]

Well, wasn't this just an enjoyable time they were having here.

"You certainly sound happy now don't you Jimmy."

How long he'd been standing there wasn't important, nor was how he got there to begin with; what was important was the rather wide smile Alex had plastered on his face while watching Jimmy Brennan kicking and screaming on the ground after Carly's little 'gift'. Sure, he wondered if he should even bother coming over when he first spotted them, but this was too much to miss. Jimmy Brennan getting kicked in the balls? It was the most entertainment he'd seen in a long while. Sure, he'd feel bad about enjoying it so much and he didn't really have a problem with Jimmy, it was just that he got kicked in the nuts and that was the last thing he expected to see when expecting someone to get injured. So yeah, he was enjoying this for a while.

"The hell did you do to get the boot anyways?"

Alex wasn't really going to do much more than stand there and watch; that other boy, Isaiah, had already tried to help and Jimmy certainly wasn't in the mood to accept any further help, so why bother? The stream of curses and swears brought out a couple laughs from the torch-holding boy, but little else as he stood there with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the lit torch at his side. Why was he using a torch again anyways? Oh, wait, dead flashlight, that was it.

"Whatever it was, it certainly seemed to piss her off."

He glanced back at the direction Carly and the other boy had run off in. For a moment, he wondered what the long gone silhouetted figures may have had when it came to a weapon, but he shook that off. It was time to give that up, he had no reason to keep pursuing that. Forget disarming everyone, just get a grip on reality and find Andrea. That was the plan now. That outburst on the beach? That was... well, that was reality slipping a little too far out of reach, that's what that had been. But Jimmy? He was a nice little bit of canned reality, a nice bit of normalcy. As far as he could recall, Alex always remembered Jimmy like this. Then again, things could get skewed because of current events... maybe he just wanted to think Jimmy was always like this. It just seemed... normal, y'know? Seeing someone get kicked in the nuts by a girl.

"Come on now, I'm sure your balls are fine. Get up and stop crying."

Probably not a good choice of words toward the pissed off boy with the sore nuts.

"Aren't you supposed to be a badass?"

Probably shouldn't antagonize him either.

"What happened to that tough guy attitude from school?"

What was the point of this again? Was he looking to get Jimmy even more pissed off? Either way, it looked to be working. Jimmy Brennan was not happy and it looked like he found the perfect way to show it too.
Boy #??? - Joshua Edwards
Hanging out somewhere, playing his heart out.
Writer and local retail slave at the comic book store.

Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
Floating in the void, unfinished and half-formed.
Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

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Dr. Nic
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How cute.
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[All GMing approved by Little.]

Looks like Jimmy was a bit more than a little wound up already, certainly more than Alex expected. Then again, what else would he really expect? This was Jimmy Brennan after all, Alex knew exactly what would happen if he taunted and antagonized him. Course, maybe that was exactly what he wanted; he'd spent most of his time on this island fighting, so who better to pick a fight with than Jimmy fucking Brennan? A fight seemed to be exactly what he wanted since that incident at the beach, wanting someone to take out some of that pent up anger on. Yeah... a fight would be perfect. Oh look, Jimmy wanted a fight too.

Perhaps if he wasn't intent on fighting Jimmy, Alex would have paid a bit more attention to Isaiah's comments. Then again, listening to someone spout biblical passages wasn't exactly high on his list of things he'd enjoy doing even when he wasn't on an island being forced to fight for his life, so maybe it was for the best that he didn't really listen to Isaiah. No, his focus was on Jimmy and Jimmy alone, at least for the moment. He listened to his ranting and his raving, his shouting and his swearing and the shear amount of curses thrown about.

Jimmy Brennan had issues. Then again, everyone probably has more than a few issues now.

"Yeah? Well I hate you t--"

He didn't really expect Jimmy to make the first strike; really, who would? Jimmy was never much of a fighter, he just got people mad and usually was the first one to go down. At least that's how he was being remembered as. Really though, who would expect Jimmy to throw the first punch and actually make contact? And who would have guessed that a pissed off Jimmy Brennan could actually do some damage?

"Fucker!"

Tossing his torch off to the side, Alex threw back a few blows of his own and the fight escalated from there. Sure, neither of them were focusing much, both of their tempers were running very, very high, too high to think straight about a fight. They traded a few blows and got a bit more than a little bloody, but the fight continued for only a short time before one of them came out ahead. It wasn't exactly surprising to see Alex coming out ahead of Jimmy when the fight was winding down; he was almost a foot taller and more than 40lbs heavier than Jimmy, not to mention stronger. Despite the difference though, neither of them seemed to have escaped the fight without at least a few cuts and bruises and a bloody nose or two.

But the fight had to come to an end eventually and there had to be a victor.

"You're mine now!"

With a vice-like grip on Jimmy's wrist, Alex tripped up the smaller boy and sent him to the ground, twisting his arm and pinning him down in the dirt.

"And you're going to answer a question for me."

He pulled on Jimmy's arm to get his attention... well, to get him to shut up and listen, to be exact. Profanities weren't the answers he was looking for.

"Now, you'll tell me if you've seen Andrea."

...more profanity, huh?

"Fuck it."

There was only one way Alex was going to shut Jimmy up now and that was to knock his ass out. So, with one last solid punch, that is exactly what he intended on doing.

Of course, Alex and Jimmy weren't alone. Maybe Isaiah would have the answers he was looking for. Yeah, maybe... or maybe not. Who cares. If he got in another fight... well, that would be just fine.

"...Isaiah, right?"

Alex stood up and wiped a bit of blood from his nose.

"Want to answer a question for me?"

I've really lost it, haven't I?
Boy #??? - Joshua Edwards
Hanging out somewhere, playing his heart out.
Writer and local retail slave at the comic book store.

Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
Floating in the void, unfinished and half-formed.
Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

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How cute.
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...Well shit.

"Ah well... Jimmy? Jimmy. Oi."

Alex just wanted to make sure the noisy and boisterous boy was really out cold. To make absolutely sure, he proceeded to poke Jimmy in the side with his foot. Repeatedly.

"Out cold huh? Good. Stay that way for a couple hours."

Right, time to wrap it up there. Alex had someone to find, after all, so sitting around here with none other than Jimmy fucking Brennan, out cold and drooling, wasn't going to help make progress in his goals. Then again, his goals weren't exactly the most illustrious; find girl, steal girl's pills, make up for lost time. Really, this probably wouldn't be the last time he knocked someone out to find Andrea. But was she really worth it? Or rather, were the pills she had worth all of this? The hostility and the anger and the fighting, was it really worth it?

Probably not. But it was fun.

"You know what Jimmy? I know we didn't clash back in school much but I have to say, it's very fun to kick your ass. I can see why you always got into fights before and why my dad always kept telling me this stuff was for self defense. It's invigorating, y'know? Knowing that at any moment, you could overpower anyone you met... Looks like I proved that with you huh?"

Alex was squatting down next to Jimmy's unconscious body, poking him idly and digging through his backpack while he spoke. Every now and then he'd pull something out for a closer look only to toss it aside; he wasn't looking to take Jimmy's food or water or clothing. He wanted to see if the foul mouthed boy had anything along the line of Ritalin or something similar in that backpack of his. He certainly seemed the type to be diagnosed with ADD or ADHD or something like that. But no luck in finding anything he would really take from the boy. No pills and even more surprisingly, no weapons. Just a can.

"Didn't take you for one to drink Moxie, Jimmy boy. Really, who drinks this stuff? I haven't even heard about it since I moved. But hey, I'll tell you what. I'll leave it with you today. I'm not so vindictive to take a man's soft drink."

Setting the can directly in front of Jimmy's face, he continued rifling through his things before tossing the backpack aside. Nothing useful he was comfortable with taking. Just the same food that Alex was given and Jimmy's spare clothes, though a few things were already missing. No map and no water bottle, just spare clothes. He could use a change of wardrobe but that was about all Alex thought concerning the clothes. He didn't need 'em, didn't want 'em and certainly had no use for them outside of rags for the torch. Which reminded him...

"Probably not a good idea to leave this lying here. Could start a fire."

Alex picked up the still burning torch and tried to get the barely burning fire to take once more. He wasn't paying attention to the ground or the fact the torch had indeed started a fire. At least not until after the torch was burning healthily once again. Only then did he look down and notice the little fire that had started in the detritus. It was great tinder, this old dead plant matter. Better take care of that fire though...

"Oh, ha. Looks like I already did. Again!"

Of course, he wouldn't just let it burn. Really, Jimmy was a pain and it was a riot kicking him around a bit, but killing the poor boy by leaving him to burn? Not part of the plan and definitely not something Alex wanted to do. He wasn't exactly in his right mind but he still wasn't about to let the boy die.

Well, at least not by his own actions.

"You know, I didn't even really mean to set the first one in the swamp. It just sort of spread. One second it's just a burning rag in a bottle and the next, poof, it's a big ol' wildfire."

Why was he talking to Jimmy anyways? It's not like he could really hear him and respond or anything.

"Ah well... Here, I'll give you a little something to keep you alive. Soda isn't the most hydrating of drinks, y'know. You should have brought Gatorade instead. Y'know what... consider it a trade. I did take something, after all. I think it's a fair trade, don't you?"

Digging out a half empty water bottle from one of the bags on his back, he didn't really care which, Alex proceeded to leave the little gift next to Jimmy's can of Moxie. It felt a little weird doing that after knocking Jimmy out like that, but Alex wasn't all bad. He was just... I don't know, irritable? Irrational? Who knows, exactly. Something wasn't quite clicking after losing his addictive substance, that much was certain.

"Well, it's been fun Jimmy. But I'm going to hit the road. Got things to do..."

Pills to take...

"And people to see."

Holding up an object he'd apparently taken from Jimmy's bag, Alex grinned for a moment.

I may have lost it... but damn, it certainly is fun.

Pocketing the compass with his destination in mind, Alex was off.

Leaving Jimmy in the dirt.

"Feelin' a little Tom Cruise Crazy..."

[Boy #14 - Alex White. Continued in The Magi.]
Boy #??? - Joshua Edwards
Hanging out somewhere, playing his heart out.
Writer and local retail slave at the comic book store.

Girl #??? - Viktoriya "Vika" Starikova
Floating in the void, unfinished and half-formed.
Hot headed member of the soft ball team, secretly wishing she could fly.

Those who were
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