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No Crying Allowed; Day Four
Topic Started: Jan 4 2011, 06:46 AM (3,694 Views)
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((Micheal Raynor continued from I Swear I Won't Shoot ))

This was all a little more awkward for him then he thought it would be. It didn't take long for him to realize why he spent all his time either by himself or with people he didn't have to empathize with. At least, maybe not outside regretting a wipe on a raid or losing a save file due to a corrupted memory card. You know, stuff that doesn't actually really matter in the long run. Despite the time and devotion he's given to video games and comic books, he realized that they weren't a way of life. Not unless he got a job in the video game design filed, but that was a train long gone.

His point being, he wasn't used to dealing with genuine misfortune. Even when it was happening all around him. Gloria managed to hold up okay after they got off the beach, and he liked to think that he even got her to open up a little. But she did have these little bouts. Of course, it felt, well, wrong, to diminish them like that. No, it didn't feel wrong, it was wrong. She had lost someone close to her, someone she cared about, she was allowed to be upset. His only problem, well not his only problem, but his main problem involving Gloria was that he didn't really know how to comfort her about it. Sure, he could say sorry for her loss and all that, but it just felt, sorta like a cop out.

All the same, Micheal did his best. "Really, don't worry about it. He was your friend, I don't mind." He offered a forced grin, nodding toward the area around them. "I mean, it isn't like we know what we're doing, right?" The gamer extended a hand, faltering when he realized that he didn't actually know where the gesture was going. At last, he settled on a comforting(?) hand on her shoulder. It was what he'd seen in movies, so why not try it here? This all had enough in common with works of fiction already, why not add some stolen sentimentality?

As her comment about churros, Micheal smiled on reflex, though the expression was confused. He briefly wondered if she was losing it before writing it off to grief. Lacking any real way to respond to that, he offered, "Churros are nice."

In the brief pause that followed, he looked at the buildings surrounding them. This wandering around blindly was for the birds, he decided. They needed a plan, or at least a destination. When Gloria started speaking again, he looked back to her. "I can be leader for a spell, if you want." He smiled. "That way I can look out for you, like you've been looking out for me." The boy stepped forward, grabbing her bag and slinging it over the opposite shoulder his own bag rested on. "Let's make it through these buildings. Once we reach the other side, we'll see what to do next. Okay?"
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Okay, reassuring. And not sarcastic, 'oh awesome, just great, really', but genuinely reassuring. Gloria seemed to fluctuate between relatively kind of okay, to, well, this. You know, tears, almost breaking down. It wasn't like he could fault her, let him make that clear. Hell, if he was alone, he'd likely break down himself. But he wasn't, so he couldn't. Geez, if she was this terrified and uncertain when he was acting reasonably, how would she go if he was going to pieces? Okay, bad idea, things were bad enough without going into...sort of thing.

Well, she was collected now. Fine, awesome. No problemo. He offered another smile. "Yeah, class rotation is fine. The Commander Shepard to your Ashely Williams." Micheal glanced over his shoulder toward the cluster of buildings before looking back at Gloria after a moments thought. "It might be safer to just cut through. I mean, some rogue could be hiding out inside, just waiting to gank us. No, yeah, buildings are dangerous. Might be even better to avoid them completely, you know? But we're already here and it would take just as long to go around. My reasoning seems sketchy here, I think, but anyway. Let's just work on making it through now, okay?"

The gamer looked back over at the buildings, trying to think of which one would be most appealing to a camper. If they had a gun, the taller the better, especially if it had a decent view of the area outside. All that would require was a decent hiding spot, then they could just pop up and shoot the two of them as they were going by. If the camper only had a melee weapon, they might be waiting by a door on the ground floor, listening for the first sound of someone passing by.

If either turned out to be true, chances of making it through the buildings were slim, to say-No, hold on, bad bad bad idea. Thins were bad enough without making up imaginary threats. Which was true, but it hardly hurt to consider all the possibilities, right?

Maybe it was for the best that they waited around while he thought, judging by the rapid fire of a submachine gun somewhere among the buildings. That fast a rate of fire, it had to be an SMG. Maybe an uzi? Or a tec-9? MP5K? Geez, what other submachine guns did you see all the time in FPS's? You know what, never mind. Probably not the best time to decide what model of firearm someone was being killed with. Micheal grabbed Gloria's hand and dragged her toward one of the buildings, his eyes wide and darting around in his head. Where did the shooting come from again? He should have been trying to pinpoint it, rather then try to measure the rate of fire.

They should get inside, shouldn't they? But what if the person shooting was inside? Just, you know, waiting for someone else to come investigate? No, no thank you, he was fine where he was, crouching by the corner of one of the outlying buildings. At least he hadn't seen anyone there. After a long second of waiting for more shots, he looked back at Gloria. "It's okay, yeah? Just, probably someone testing out their gun. 'S all. Just, you follow me lead? I'm sure it's all good."

After a long long time without any sound, what seemed like hours really, Micheal inched around the corner, taking a tentative glance at what might be waiting for them. Someone was over there, sure. He got the impression of blue hair. Aside from that, it didn't look like they were armed. All the same, Micheal dug the claws out of his bag and held them in a white-knuckled grip. "Hello?" He called out, breaking the silence and already regretting it. "That, uh, wouldn't have been you shooting, would it? I mean, no judgments here if it was, but, you know, if it was, could you maybe possibly not shoot at me?"
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Micheal watched Maria for a second before deciding then and there that he had enough on his plate without factoring in a chick who'd clearly snapped. Oh, he wished her much success and fortune on the island, as well as every possible chance to reach the next save point. That didn't mean he was feeling charitable enough to try and group up. He'd seen enough movies to know that the crazy ones always started out normal before losing whatever shit they had completely. Usually in a big and incredibly bad for everyone else way. Best to stick with safe and sane Gloria.

Speaking of Gloria, it was nice to see that at least one of them had retained common sense once the shooting started. Micheal, like some idiot red-shirt, looked around the corner and started shouting. Gloria, on the other hand, kept in cover and out of sight. Well, it wasn't like he'd tried some dash attack, but she still kept her wits better then he had. Smart move would have been to turn around and leave a safe time after the shooting stopped. Like they were doing now, he guessed.

Well, whatever. Screw-loose girl had friends in the area she could double up with. Probably. File that under:not his problem. His problems included being an out of shape gamer running about with a girl fit to a panic attack. Yeah, thanks but no thanks, he was good on problems right now. All the same, they were doing okay so far. No crippling injuries, hell, no injuries at all, and no confrontations (real confrontations anyway). Considering fate, luck, and the way these things worked, that was probably fit to change soon enough

So, he followed after Gloria, it apparently being his turn to follow. No complaints from him. It would give him a chance to try and decide where to wander next. They could try the whole aimless thing maybe, but there were some pretty obvious drawbacks to that idea. Namely, being aimless. Once they were away from the town, he'd ask Gloria, see what she thought.

He stowed the claws back in his bag, sparing a glance over his shoulder as he did. If the shooter was still in the area, they weren't following, at least. Of course, shooter meant he didn't need to be right behind them to kill them. Ah, happy thoughts. Micheal quickened his pace a bit, all the same.

((Micheal Raynor, continued in Eep))
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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