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It Knows Nothing of Whim; Day 4. Morning. Open.
Topic Started: Nov 9 2010, 04:01 PM (3,919 Views)
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[[Dustin Royal continued from The Moon Is Laughing At You having been kidnapped by me FOREVVVERRR ...I'm babysitting. >:3

...Please excuse any and all possible egregious breaks from character.]]


Well, fuck.

Lots of walking. Lots and lots of walking alone around goddamn Survival of the Fittest isle. Dustin wasn't sure if he could really be upset about that. Being around people had really not gotten him shit so far. Well, yeah, it had gotten him drama and it had gotten him yelled at and it had gotten him seeing a dead body. And it had almost gotten him laid but he was never ever going to think of that ever again, ever.

Bad enough that the whole world knows. Least I’ll never have to hear-

No, he was not going to go there. Fuck if this today wasn’t shitty enough without lingering on that whole death thing. Right now he was just going to walk and play guitar in peace and god help anyone who tried to fuck with him right now.

So that’s exactly what he did. He walked, and he played guitar, and he sang. And by some miracle, through the work of some sympathetic Casanova-god, he encountered exactly no one. Not a fucking soul. It was like there’s been some announcement he’d missed, by the way, everyone, this is where Dustin Royal is going to be, kindly move the fuck out of his way unless you enjoy stab wounds to the face.

But no, announcements were impossible to miss, much as Dustin wished he could ignore them, He kept walking. No direction in mind, he just walked. Presumably there would be something, somewhere, some decently attractive female he could try his luck with. Or just a place to stay the night. He’d be grateful for that, too.

He didn’t get his wish. Not until way too late, anyway. It was past dark, way past dark, and he’d wandered for hours in the dark and in a silence that would have been eerie had his guitar not pierced it when he finally came across something that sort of resembled shelter. He’d basically stumbled upon it- no, he’d literally stumbled upon it, tripping on a damn bush and cursing like a madman only to find himself inside a fucking cave or some shit. Considering that the only other place he’d found since leaving town was the mansion- which, as some sort of punishment for god-knew-what, was currently a danger zone- and that being in a hidden cave thing seemed like a better idea than sleeping in a field with shit-all for cover.

Dustin went inside. It was dark as fuck. All things considered he fell asleep far too quickly.

---

BZZZZZZZT-

Well, fuck.

Mostly he was just pissed off at having been woken up. Dustin really, really didn’t want to hear the announcements. He caught that there were twenty-three more dead kids and then he blocked it out, chewing on some bread from his pack. The killers aren’t going to bother pretending they’re fucking normal at this point, he thought. Knowing their names isn’t going to do shit if they come out shooting. And since everyone else is listening to the announcements, they’ll probably all just assume they’re not safe...

Besides, listening to the announcements doesn’t always work, eh?


He went back to his guitar. The announcement let the mansion go as a danger zone, opened it back up as a possibility, but he stayed put for now. It was oddly...comfortable in his shady cave. A bit of light snuck in, making the place not completely creepy as shit, but the covering of the foliage made this a damn good place to hide. The mansion on the other hand would probably be full in a couple of hours.

Better to lie low, ri-

BANG.

WHAT THE-

Dustin practically fell over, or rather he would have had he been standing. A gunshot, that’s all it could be unless there was some bear or some shit living in this tunnel. Whose roar sounded exactly like a gunshot. Yeah, it was definitely a gunshot. A bear would have been worse anyshut up Dustin you have more important things to worry about!

A gunfight. He wanted no part in this, never bring a sword to a gunfight and all that. The way the bang echoed told him that it was coming from deeper in the tunnel but then why the fuck wasn’t he leaving? Paralysis by fear. Pure frozen panic, maybe. But he didn’t move.

Dustin heard screams and crunching sounds and moans he never wanted to hear again well maybe the moans but in a different context WHAT THE FUCK DUSTIN PEOPLE ARE SHOOTING EACH OTHER but still. He didn’t move.

Maybe if he was really quiet they would go away.

This was a stupid fucking plan and he knew it, but hell if he was gonna move now.
Edited by Hollyquin, Nov 16 2010, 03:26 PM.
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[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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[[OOC: I’m still here, calm yo tits <3 Also- very good chance I'll edit this later. General content will be the same, though.]]

Frozen like a damn ice sculpture, that was Dustin Royal.

For a little while, anyway.

The sound faded away and disappeared completely after a while, but Dustin was still sitting there. Dead silence as the footsteps, the echoing footsteps, even they were gone. Obviously whoever had been here was leaving, and from the opposite side of the tunnel. So this tunnel had to lead somewhere, unless the others were just wandering blindly into oblivion. Which they very well could be.

Fuck. I should really just get out of here while I can. While I can still see daylight. But...there’s nothing here. Wonder what’s on the other side?

Besides, all that screaming could have been a damsel in distress. I’m not much of a hero, but hell, everyone knows what happens after the story ends.


He smirked for only his own benefit. Just that facial movement made him feel a bit more confident as he stood as quietly as he could manage. He strapped the guitar back across his back- quiet was the key here. Silence. If there was some dickhead in here stabbing people, at least he might catch them unawares.

Of course, he basically eliminated any chance of that by pulling out his flashlight.

But whatever. Anything was better than the all-consuming darkness.

---

It felt like hours. Maybe it was, even. But Dustin was sure something was wrong. He should have found something by now, even if it was just an abandoned water bottle or a burnt out fire or-

He shuddered at the thought.

Blood.

But no, there had been absolutely nothing. What the hell? Unless I was hallucinating or some shit back there, something definitely happened here, and close by t-

OH. Shit. The tunnels.


The sound had echoed through the tunnels. That was the only explanation that made sense. The sound echoed and reached his ears far more clearly than it would’ve otherwise. The shit he’d heard could have been miles down the tunnel for all knew.

I could walk all day and still find nothing.

Shit. I don’t even know how far I’ve gone. Can’t go back now though. Fucking...fucking tunnels.


Dustin touched his guitar nervously as he continued to walk, too nervous to actually play but wanting more than anything to do so.

---

"THAT'S NOT FUCKING WATER!"

FFFFF-

Dustin practically fell on his ass.

He had tuned out. Hours of walking in the dark will do that to you. That was his fucking problem, his fault, there was no way he could have missed the nearby presence of other people had he been paying attention. There had been footsteps, there had been speech, and he missed it all because he was deep in his happy place in the backseat of the motherfucking Supra and no one was going to wake him up except for this loud fucking girl.

“Fuck, what’s it- who’s there?” he muttered, then louder- “Who’s there?”

Nothing. He kept walking. He didn’t have to walk for long.

“Holy...holy fuck...”

Funny how even on Survival of the Fittest it’s hard to get used to bodies.

Not that Dustin had had time to get used to them. He’d only seen one, before, and his reaction was less than fucking dignified, but this was so much worse. In the blackest of black, the red stuck out like nothing else can in his flashlight’s glare. And the body...

Dustin would later mentally edit out his vomiting. It was really not attractive. Luckily he had the common sense to turn the flashlight off for that moment. No one would have seen it, and so it didn’t happen.

He didn’t want to turn the flashlight back on. He wanted to go running back to where he came from. Back into the fucking light. Back to where there wasn’t blood on the fucking cave walls.

But there were people here. Dustin managed to look away from the body long enough to point the flashlight towards the other people here. And it was some guy and two girls. He couldn’t concentrate. He just couldn’t. He couldn’t even tell who the girls were. Or if they were attractive. That was how you knew Dustin Royal was fucking terrified. He turned the flashlight back off and tried to say something.

“A-Ah...”

Nothing else came out.

Fuck...this is pathetic.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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”Who are you?”

Who am I? I’m Dustin fucking Royal.

That’s what Dustin would have said, had he not been panicking majorly. As it were, he had time to figure out that it was a male voice and was thinking about how he was going to respond when-

The loudspeaker buzzed to life.

The fuck? I haven’t been walking for THAT long, have I? Nah, no way, something’s up...

That thought was confirmed by the voice coming from the speaker. It wasn’t Danya. It was Mr. Kwong.

Dustin listened. Apparently some girl, Liz Polanski, had been fucking with her collar. And the terrorists were pissed about it. Weird how they were issuing a manhunt for her now, though. If she’d been stupid about it, they would have just blown her collar, but no. She was still alive and they weren’t eliminating her.

Either she wasn’t enough of a threat to eliminate...or she’d gotten her collar off. And if they were trying to get others to kill her...

But he didn’t dwell on it. Whatever had happened, it didn’t have to do with him now, particularly since one of the girls was now shouting at him.

"You. You did this?" The girl was shining a flashlight in his face now. He squinted, distracted for a moment, fumbled with his own flashlight and pointed it at her. He didn’t recognize the girl- no wonder, wasn’t like she was attractive or anything, she wasn’t anyone he’d notice in any other circumstance. No, he did recognize her, Rena he thought her name was. They’d probably had a class together. He caught a glimpse at the other two as well- Raine and Ridley. Lots of fucking R’s. She was cute, no one he’d ever talked to before but certainly attractive enough.

All those thoughts buzzed around in the back of his head where he didn’t have to pay attention to them. He had other things on his mind.

"If you're the monster who did this, then fine. Kill us. Do what you're going to do-I'm not going to beg, because it won't change anything. But understand this. If you did kill this kid, if you kill us, then you better enjoy your next few days on this island. Because you will never rest again. You will be dragged down to hell by the people you killed. You're going to die on this island just like all of them- the only difference is that they won't die monsters. Even if you win, you'll be forced to face their families. Forced to live up with what you've done. If you're the monster who did this, and you run, and you don't kill us, then I will make it my personal mission to make you suffer a death more painful then any other in history."

And it took the entire length of that speech for Dustin to get the point.

Oh...Oh shit! They think this was me!

He opened his mouth to reply and was immediately interrupted by this girl going on again. The fuck is her problem? Gotta be on edge if she thinks it was me, I’m not even...bloody. He shivered. Let her rant for now, I guess. Wait for her to shut up.

"And if you didn't do this, then you have five seconds to tell us who you are and why you're here before my friend here pulls the trigger and you become just another name on the annoucements. And don't think about lying, because come morning we'll know anyway- and I don't like being lied too. So, who the hell are you?"

Jesus Christ, this crazy fucking bitch...

"You got five seconds. Five..."

Dustin snapped out of his thoughts and waved his hands wildly, suddenly back in panic, having noticed that there was a gun right there. “No no no no no, you’ve got the wrong-”

"No....No one is shooting anyone right now!!"

And Raine slapped Rena. It was a testament to Dustin’s lack of working thought process right now that he didn’t immediately pray for a catfight. He was more thankful that he had another moment of being shot.

Raine kept speaking. She was clearly a panicky mess, much like Dustin himself, not that he’d admit to it. She was having a breakdown and Dustin felt almost bad interrupting her, but hell, not getting shot was a priority right now. He waited for her to fall silent (relatively, at least) and cleared his throat.

“...I’m Dustin Royal. And this wasn’t me. I just came down from the other end of the tunnel. I heard...it sounded like a few people. Some screams. Must’ve been...this.”
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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Not good. Panicking armed people are not good. Fuck, it figures I manage to avoid a killer and run into a psycho bitch festival instead.

Yeah, Dustin Royal, living the good life as usual.


So, to recap his day so far. He'd fallen asleep in a goddamn cave (he'd inexplicably gotten a good night's sleep, there was one plus), was rudely awakened by some fat asshole telling him how many of his classmates had murdered each other the day before while he was almost getting laid, heard the horrible death screams of the poor bastard whose entrails he was now stepping in. And hell, now he was stepping in entrails! Not to mention the boy who was being a complete twat, which he would be more willing to point out if that boy wasn't also currently pointing a gun at him. And that girl who'd flipped out on him was now flipping out on him. And the other girl was having a...a psychotic break or some shit.

Dustin was really sick of all this bullshit.

But there was that gun again.

"Whatever. Empty your pockets and your bag. And do it slow. Let's see just how dangerous you really are."

Whatever. He emptied his pockets and his bag and did it slow. What was this guy expecting, a corpse in his fucking bag? He had that sword, yeah, but he wasn't using it on anyone, and this boy was an even bigger dick than he'd originally thought if he was gonna leave him weaponless and helpless in this goddamn hellhole. The girl screaming at him- apparently the other girl, the one muttering to herself, was his girlfriend. Good job he'd done, dating a nutcase, though Dustin figured this place was enough to drive anyone insane.

Some moments he felt pretty close to the edge himself. This was one of those moments.

"Can we please leave. Dustin...he's not going to kill anyone, I don't think. I don't care."

Yeah, well, that was good, at least. The girl was practically begging the boy to leave, why she was asking him for permission to that end when she wasn't even with him Dustin had no idea. But he watched the boy for an answer as well. He wanted out of here, too.

Unfortunately, he had no choice but to wait. There was a gun pointed at him, after all.
Edited by Hollyquin, Dec 16 2010, 08:47 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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And suddenly everyone was gone.

What the fuck?

Dustin chewed on the inside of his cheek, considering. The first girl, the one who'd flipped out on him, she'd run off all of a sudden, and then that boy grabbed she-of-the-psychotic-break (his girlfriend, right? yeah) and ran off and told him to come with them or not or whatever, he didn't care. Of course, Dustin didn't process all of this quickly enough to actually go with them, particularly with his stuff lying on the ground.

Oh- oh, fucking gross...

His bag was sitting in a blood puddle. Dustin groaned rather theatrically as he picked the thing up, shaking it off best he could. It didn't do much, but it was better than nothing, he supposed. Not that this is gonna win me any new friends...fuck. Not good. Definitely not good.

Of course, standing around, alone, next to a corpse, surrounded by blood- also not good, and definitely not getting him anywhere. He slung the bag over his shoulder, carefully making sure the thing didn't touch his guitar, and began to walk. Slowly. He had no real desire to catch up to the others, but he really didn't want to be here anymore.

This has been a real shitty day so far.

[[Dustin Royal continued in Walk On Water Or Drown]]
Edited by Hollyquin, Jan 8 2011, 11:08 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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