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No Crying Allowed; Day Four
Topic Started: Jan 4 2011, 06:46 AM (3,580 Views)
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(George Leidman continued from She Bopped)

George felt like shit, and looked about the same. Dirt caked his clothes and hair, his left sneaker had been left unlaced, and as for the man himself...

Gonna kill him. Gonna kill him...

By the look in George's eyes, one would draw the reasonable conclusion that he had been subjected to things unspeakable, but no, he had merely lost the love of his life. Schlepping along, barely acknowledging the buildings that he had cut between, George stumbled into the main street of the Residential Area with no clear destination in mind. He was merely walking, doing something to pass the time between the moment he woke up to the moment he died. Not helping matters was the fact that he had spent at least 18 hours without rest. That sort of thing would kill somebody.

Oh look, people. Who cares?

Indeed, George caught sight of a pair of folks soon after entering this area. This became a dull reminder in the back of his mind that he probably needed a weapon of some kind if he was gonna kill Sebastian. But that could wait. He wasn't in any hurry to bash people's brains out. Still, he found himself glancing around anyway. He saw a fence that could be used, maybe some piping on the side of a house, or perhaps use his herculean strength to kick a piece off a door if he had herculean strength, which he didn't, so why bother. Oh the possibilities.

In his furor to find something to kill people with, George realized that he was still walking towards the two folks, and he hadn't even said anything. But what was there to say? 'Hello? I think that you're a killer, so go away?' He wasn't trusting anybody anymore, no sir. Being friendly had done nothing for him. Instead, he simply gave them a withering glance and began shoulder bashing the door to a nearby house, not even acknowledging that it was probably unlocked. Taking a large step back, George charged the door and went stumbling on through, falling into the main area of a very small house.

Gotta find something to kill that guy. Gonna kill him, gonna make him pay.

A small wooden chair caught George's eye. The house didn't have much in the ways of weapons, but maybe he'd be able to find something else. For now, the chair would suffice. Using the chair as a support to pull himself back to his feet, George sat himself down and leaned back, looking around at the dusty house. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn't. Sebastian would want him to cry, to curl up in a ball and just starve himself to death, but George wouldn't, not until justice had been served.

I couldn't stop him. I couldn't...but I'll kill him. Sebastian's gonna pay.
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Someone fell in front of the house that George had chosen to raid. This was not surprising, as the island seemed to have some sort of mystical power that allowed the members to find one another in the oddest places. Even if George was the only other person on the island, the other person would still find him, probably up in a tree or some other bizarre place. What distinguished this person though is that she was yelling something at somebody. Probably not George, given that he heard the word 'game' somewhere in that silly rant of hers, so it was probably aimed at the island's gleeful administrator. As if yelling would make a difference when it came to that man.

With a grunt, George pulled himself to his feet, feeling a strain in his back as he rose. Picking up the chair, he reflected that it would be ridiculously uncomfortable carrying that thing across the entire island. Modifications would probably be necessary at the nearest opportunity, but for the moment, it would simply have to do. If Clumsy Rant Girl happened to be a killer, he didn't suppose that she would wait around for him to knock a leg off the chair or something of that sort.

"Keep it down, would y-" he growled at the girl, then realized that there was something familiar about her. It hit him suddenly. This girl was Maria, that crying person who he'd met at the Rec Center just a short distance away. Even with his current mood, he let a smile creep into the corners of his mouth. Maria and he had not left their last meeting on a positive note, and in all honesty, he would have rather not met her again. But what could he do? Here she was, without that other guy who was taking care of her, and apparently out of her mind. George supposed that he'd simply have to figure out what she was doing before sending her on her way.

"You again..." he muttered, setting the chair down on the grass in front of the house. "Where's that other guy, the one who was supposed to be taking care of you? What, did you get him killed or something?" Thinking about it, George considered that this wasn't the nicest thing to say, but he really didn't care all that much. He had murder on his mind already, so he didn't have to care about being nice. The instant Sebastian was gone, nobody would care how pleasant he was. He'd just be another killer to them, and therefore a bad guy, so why not play the part?
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(Skipping Moth for purposes of avoiding inactivity)

Even in his grumpy state, George had jumped reflexively at the sound of gunfire, diving to the grass as if he had been shot out of a cannon. Pulling himself to his feet, he was about to ask whether anything was okay when he saw Duncan and the wounds in Duncan's back. "Oh no...no please no!" he exclaimed mostly to himself, but as he was about to see if the man was okay, Maria interceded. For some reason, watching the two of them share their last words froze George in his tracks, and he instead looked around for the person who had fired the shots. Nothing. If the shooter was still lurking around, he-or she, George reminded himself-was hidden well, or had decided to move.

Turning back at Maria and Duncan, he saw the two of them going inside the house he had just left, and Maria setting Duncan on a bed. "Maria, I...I'm sorry," George said, barely able to talk. Only then did he notice that he had started tearing up, and wiped them away hurriedly to hide it. He couldn't be seen acting weak, now that Maria had lost someone who had obviously been a close companion. Also, the shooter could still be around, and hard as it was, George realized that he had to keep stock of the situation. "Whoever shot him is going to regret it," he murmured, also to himself, and hoisted the chair above his head like a club.

"You hear me?!" he shouted to the general area, "Whoever did this, you're dead!" Turning to talk to Maria, George said to her, "Maria, did Duncan have any sort of a weapon? Someone's hunting us, and all I have is this to fight with!" He waved the chair for emphasis. For George, the game had gone on long enough, and he wanted to end it. Even if it involved hunting down every killer on the island, he'd do it. He swore it.
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What was this girl talking about? As Maria went on and on about random nonsense, it occurred to George that something seriously wrong had happened to her brain. He was still tense from the possibility of being shot, which he still didn't know wouldn't come, and the last thing that he needed was to also be saddled with babysitting someone who had clearly gone nuts. It was, therefore, a great relief when Maria spotted one of her other friends and ran in her direction, taking along Duncan's weapon, which George wouldn't have wanted anyway. He was desperate, yes, but if he wanted a sharpened stick, he would have just fashioned one of his own.

"Well, goodbye, crazy," he said, running in a crouch out of the general area, dragging his chair behind him. This unwieldy weapon could be whittled down a bit once he was clear of the general area. Perhaps if he found some sort of a strap of some kind, he would be able to turn the bottom of the seat into a small shield or something. Technical things weren't his strong suit, and he'd probably just take a chair leg off and turn it into a club. There were all sorts of possibilities for a chair.

(George Leidman continued elsewhere)
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