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Cool Ranch; Day 4 - 2PM
Topic Started: Nov 22 2010, 01:04 PM (3,963 Views)
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((Courtney Bradley, continued from Just Close Your Eyes.))

Courtney kept walking. She was good at that. The only thing so far that she hadn't managed to cock up, in fact. She was okay at the whole walking thing, compared to the rest of the crap she'd tried to do. There wasn't much to screw up. She just had to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving.

Her tanktop clung to her body, drenched with sweat, mud, and anything else this place had in store for her. She kept it on, though. The alternative wasn't all that appealing to her, what with the cameras everywhere and all. The jumper still hung around her waist, hastily untied and retied as the weather had gotten warmer or colder.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to see Mike and her parents again. She wanted the hunk of metal and plastic encasing her neck to be gone... no, she wanted it to have never existed. She wanted to be able to go back in time so she could have just tell herself not to go on the trip, spent the money on something important. She wished she'd never left England, that the job opportunity her Dad had coveted so much had never come up.

Still walking. She debated starting to keep count of the steps she was taking. It'd give her something to do. She actually attempted it for a while, got somewhere in the hundreds before she noticed people, a sign of life. She lost count. Damn. Courtney moved around, tried to get a good look at the people who were there.

Violet Druce and Mike Moretti.

Violet she knew. She was the film maker. They'd spoken a few times, although both of the agreed for their own sake to never mention them again. Mike she hadn't personally talked to, but she'd definitely heard of him. She tended to steer clear, though.

A shout from off in a different direction. Jessie Anderson. She was one of the hockey players, very religious. Heart of Gold- She wouldn't hurt a fly outside of the ice rink. Courtney was surprised, really. Didn't expect to see her there. She honestly thought Jessie missed the trip.

She stepped forwards. Guessed she could make herself known.

"Hey! Courtney Bradley!" She waved her arms. "...The British one! Can I maybe come over too?"
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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She was told to watch her distance, not to get too close. Really? She was the one to be worried about? The girl who was thin as a twig and twice as easy to snap? The girl who got given a pack of durex as a weapon, only to throw it away? Of course, they probably didn't know that last part, but hey. It wasn't exactly as if she was carrying a rocket launcher around.

Courtney stopped walking forward, though. The big old whatever-it-was- looked like a torch or something- that Violet was holding didn't look all that friendly, and if one of the other new arrivals managed to piss them off she'd most likely be the one in trouble, being the closest and all.

Oh yeah, right. Glossed over that minor detail. People jumped out of everywhere as soon as she and Jessie revealed themselves. Literally everywhere. Courtney was honestly surprised she hadn't been standing on like three people in Gillie suits all laid out to try and ambush her. That would be a twist, at least.

They weren't too bad, just... not exactly the crowd Courtney hung out with. Guys like the Jimmy that wasn't Brennan and Alan something-or-other. They instantly stormed up like they owned the place, started shouting and ruining the whole "awkward introductions at a safe distance" thing Jessie and her had going on. Great. Thanks for that one, guys.

There was something about them, though. Something that made Courtney start to tense up. She dismissed it. Probably the overcrowding or something. It wasn't too bad before, when there were just four there, but now she felt tense. That was probably the reason, yeah. Overcrowding. 'Cause now there were a bunch of people and it was awkward and she should probably get out of there because it was getting crowded and they all looked like they were going to kill her. No. Oh no. Now the paranoia was coming back.

Funny, really. She spent all that time trying to find people, and now all she wanted to do was get away.

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Then the talking stopped. A stunned silence fell over everyone. Quiet. Paying attention. Just listening.

It finished with a name. Someone somewhere had just passed on. Courtney looked around, opened her mouth to try and break the silence.

"...What?"
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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Courtney's head was swimming right now. Too many people. If things got violent, there was no way she was gonna gwet out of there unharmed. She had to move now, get out of there before the situation exploded. Someone stupid- probably one of the new arrivals- would do or say something that'd set them off and then boom. They'd pull out guns or something, and she'd get caught in the crossfire.

She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't jeopardize her own life because of some idiots who got themselves into a fight. She had to make a move. Get out of there.

Jessie made her own excuse and left. Now she had a perfect moment to go. Two options, how she looked at it. She could either just run, or make an excuse. Running would make her seem more suspicious, Excuse it was, then. Not that she was going to kill Liz. No, no one would buy that one; she was too tiny and British for that. No one would believe her if she said she was going to go collect on the bounty they'd put out on Liz. No, she had to think of something that was believable.

Confidence. Normally she didn't lack it. She was nice, talkative, outgoing. Not now. Now she felt small. Smaller than a bug on the floor. These people towered over her, tall as skyscrapers. She'd have to speak up, say something. Make up her excuse, and make it good.

"A-Alright, um, I, um..." Stammering, tripping over her words. Her confidence was plummeting as she scrambled for an excuse. Any excuse. "I... uh..."

"Well, um..." Courtney took a few steps back. Oh God, this was a bad idea. Wrap it up, here and now, then get the bloody hell out of there. "Uh, see... um, well... See you in the future, I guess."

She backed off further, turning around when figured she was far enough away. Far enough that they wouldn't shoot her in the back, she hoped.

From there, she started running and didn't look back.

((Courtney Bradley, continued in Darken Your Clothes and Strike a Violent Pose.))
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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