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Aimless; Day 4: Night. Open
Topic Started: Dec 9 2010, 11:47 PM (2,254 Views)
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(Ricky Fortino continued from Cleanliness and Loneliness)

His plan was getting shot to hell. Screw that, this whole fucking situation was getting shot to hell, and to Ricky Fortino, it was getting close to panic time.

He had accepted, in some fashion, that he was on Suvival of the Fittest by now. What the hell, he'd been on this island for FOUR FUCKING DAYS now, he'd better have accepted it by now. But that acceptance had not served to bring Ricky any peace of mind. If anything, it had only served to worsen his emotional state. Because that whole pesky death thing, that sense of finality, that realiziation that this was going to be fucking it for Ricky Fortino and his entire graduation class was now trying to work its way into Ricky's brain, smashing through those barricades and defense mechanisms like they were made of cardboard.

The army wasn't gonna fucking show up any time soon. They hadn't in the past, so why the hell should THIS year be any different?

His whole plan to stick with other people was stupid to begin with. There were, what, fifty kids dead? A hundred? Christ, he didn't even know. Kids were getting fucking killed all over the place, whether they were in bigass groups or off on their lonesome. And who was he? Ricky Fortino? Fuckin' better people than him had died over the past four days, that was goddamn sure. He didn't even have a gun yet, he had NOTHING except that goddamn shovel, so how the FUCK was he supposed to delude himself into thinking that he was gonna stay alive for another week?

And now, AND NOW, Liz fucking Polanski was running around, pulling some stupid stunt, and they were just picking fucking blowing up kids from the HQ or whatever because of it. So it didn't even fucking MATTER what he did, because he could be just minding his own goddamn business and then that jackoff Danya blows his fucking collar to piss off that little bitch.

So what was he supposed to do? Just what was he-

"Supposed to fucking do man, what is this man, law of the jungle now?" Yeah Ricky boy, that's just what it was, it was law of the jungle, law of the jungle.

"Law of the fucking jungle," he said again, and then realized he'd been talking to himself. Oh yeah. When you started talking to yourself it was definitely getting close to panic time. Talking to yourself was what those crazy kids did before they started strippin' off their clothes and eating corpses like some of those fruit loops he'd seen in the other versions.

No. Not that. He just had to hold strong to those defenses, they weren't gone yet, they were still building themselves, rebuilding themselves up in his mind, trying to keep out the facts, telling him that "You're doing just fine Ricky you just gotta keep it together keep to the plan get yourself a gun and get yourself a group of kids that aren't crazy like those other groups and then fuck yeah you'll stay alive you didn't honestly think you were gonna die here or anything did you?"

Yeah.

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It was nighttime again. He'd find somewhere, wait out the night, and get back on track tomorrow. Tomorrow was another day or whatever the fuck. That bigass house was in the distance, but he wasn't gonna try there. Not tonight, not given the day he'd just had. That place was probably crawling who who the hell knew how many kids, there was no way he could get some rest there, and besides, he'd just told himself that he'd get back on track tomorrow. So he turned away, towards the greens, and stopped when he saw the figures in the distance there.

He was considering saying something, figuring out who they were at least, when one of them pulled a gun and spoke. At first he was so torn between feeling surprise, resigned anger (Is EVERYONE just fucking crazy here?), and the desire to somehow get that gun for himself) that he didn't recognize the voice, but by the time the girl'd finished her speech, he'd placed it. Leila Langford.

"I'll show you why everyone stays the fuck away from me."

Oh, scratch that. It was Leila Langford trying to sound like some badass bitch. That struck Ricky as perversely hilarious, and he was a half-second away from breaking into laughter when he realized how bad that might sound and managed to turn it into a cough instead.
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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"Whoa! Leila, I don't have any fucking clue what the hell you're going on about but..."

Too late. She was backing off, still pointing that fucking gun at him, and then she'd turned around and was hightailing it out of there.

"Hey! HEY!"

Ricky took a couple of steps towards Leila's retreating form. Ricky wanted to run after her. He just wasn't sure why. The girl was obviously fucking crazy, game had turned her fucking nuts or whatever. He wasn't a shrink, he didn't know why. But still, he'd fucking KNOWN Leila.

And she'd had a gun, right Ricky?

Right. And she'd had a gun. Course, that was a gun she'd probably try to fuckin' shoot him with if he did run after her. Maybe he should just stay right the hell here, hadn't he just wanted to rest for a bit? But still, what the hell was up with that chick? He turned to the other person.

"Dude, what the fuck was that all about?"

It was Isaiah Garvey. Ah fuck. Who knows, maybe he'd tried to lay some white guilt on her or something.

OK, maybe that wasn't fair. Ricky didn't really know Isaiah. He'd seen the guy at parties, that was about it. But still, he'd heard things. And Isaiah wasn't exactly the kind of guy Ricky was looking to hang out with in this place.

"Actually, you know what, you know what Isaiah? I've decided I really don't care. Chick's probably just crazy."

Ricky contemplated just moving on himself, then decided the hell with it. He was tired, and Isaiah didn't look like he was about to pull out a gun of his own. Just get this goddamn night over with.

"I'm gonna go sit down over there, and no offense or whatever, I'm gonna do that alone right now. Okay?"

When he was sure that Isaiah understood, Ricky walked off to the far side of the putting green, where there were a few hills of grass sloping downward. He sat down, and after a few minutes, when he was sure that Isaiah was going to follow, he decided he'd lie down for just a bit. Be easier to rest that way.

In no time at all he was fast asleep.
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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Ricky Fortino had been dreaming.

What he had been dreaming about, he had no fuckin' clue. Ricky wasn't the type of person who remembered his dreams even when he had the time to, during that period when you're still half-asleep and trying to sort out whatever weirdness your subconscious had come up with during the night.

But whatever Ricky's dream had been, it probably hadn't been a peaceful one. You could tell that by the manner of his waking.

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When Ricky's eyes opened, blinking to try to re-adjust themselves to the real world, his first thought was that whatever that dream had been, it had been some freaky shit. His second thought, dismissing the dream entirely, was that he had to have slept for longer than he'd meant to, because it was way, way later in the night than he remembered it being. His third thought, overriding all others, came after he stopped blinking and realized that some fucking GUY, some giant shadow or something, was looming right over him, and holy shit he'd fallen asleep on Survival of the Fittest and some fucking huge killer guy was gonna kill him now.

"JESUS FUCKIN'---"

Ricky's foot kicked out, aiming at the giant's leg in a blind panic. He rolled to his side, rolling right over his bag, then scrambled to get up and get the Christ out of here. But it was too late, WAY too fucking late, because that guy was gonna come down on him any second now and--

Ricky's knee came down painfully on something metal as he scrambled to his knees. He looked. It was the metal shaft of a golf club, a rusted , old-fashioned putter that had been long-forgotten and left by the greenside.

Grab it.

Ricky snatched the club up and turned, only too see the giant coming at him again. He swung at the figure's arms and shoulders, trying to drive it away, dimly realizing that the guy wasn't as big as he'd thought but not caring.

"Stay the fuck away from me, man!"
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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Ricky swung at the approaching figure twice more, the putter bouncing off as the person kept coming. Ricky wasn't entirely sure he wasn't still dreaming, that whatever the hell this thing was wasn't some kind of ridiculous monster from wherever dream monsters come from. But he was sure that either way, he wasn't going to take this shit.

Then he saw the figure up close and it all came together, and he realized that it was Isaiah Garvey, just as the other kid seemed to start feeling the hits and backing up. Of course, that realization didn't stop Ricky. He had no goddamn clue what Isaiah had been up to, only that he'd gone over to Ricky in the middle of the night and who the FUCK knew what that kid had planned?

The next swing landed flush on Isaiah's head, knocking the putter's blade clean off. Ricky saw Isaiah's eyes roll backwards, and then the taller boy himself was falling back as well.

"Jesus!" Ricky said to Isaiah and no one in particular. With Isaiah no longer advancing on him, the adrenaline seemed to run out of Ricky's body, almost like he'd sweated it right out; he dropped the shaft of the putter and bent over forwards, hands on knees, breathing heavily. "Jesus fuckin'..."

There was a groan from the sprawled body at the bottom of the incline, and Ricky looked down.

"Man.. what the HELL? Seriously?"

No answer. Fuck, he hadn't killed the guy or cracked his skull open or anything, had he? Ricky took a couple tentative steps forward. No, nah, fuck that, Isaiah was still breathing. He was still moving.

Ricky sucked more air into his lungs and backed up again, grabbing his bag. His mind was still whirling, but he felt like he had some better control of himself, at least.

"I mean.. sorry dude, but fuck, don't come at me like that! Uh..."

Ah fuck it, Isaiah wasn't gonna hear what he said.

"Sorry," Ricky muttered again, and then he took off.

(Ricky Fortino continued in A Day at the Beach)
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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