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A Day at the Beach; Open; Day 5; starts around noon
Topic Started: Jan 5 2011, 10:24 PM (3,501 Views)
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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
[ *  *  * ]
[If You Don't, Don't --> Logan Reynolds]

Whilst walking straight forward, heedless of whatever happened until it seemed like something he wanted anything to do with had seemed like a great idea a few hours ago, Logan soon decided that his long trek south-east would probably be safer if he skirted around the mansion, and the hut not far from it. So, with the sun at its apex in the sky, he found himself alive and alone, a few yards from a stretch of sandy beach. Seemed as good a place to be as any, so he finished off the last tiny stretch of his journey, ending at the sea.

Although he lacked a mirror, it was pretty obvious to Logan that his hair was a mess and almost every bit of exposed skin was at least slightly dirtied, at most covered in dried on mud. He needed a shave, too, but not much he could do about that. In his haste to dump his daypack, blazer and hakapik by the shore, the boy didn't notice he was no longer alone on the sand. He just made straight for the cool water, kicked his shoes off and left his socks inside them, then dunked his head under, closing his eyes against the sting of the saltwater.

It was only a few seconds later, having blinked his eyes clear and flicked the saturated hair out of his face, that Logan looked around to see Erika not far down the coastline. Not that he identified her as such, his mind simply labelled her as "Some girl with a gun". The gun part made him freeze for a moment, but he quickly snapped out of it, raising a hand in a simultaneous wave and gesture of "I'm not holding a big dangerous weapon right now", and called out "Uh, hi?".

His eyes darted between the pistol and his shoes, trying to decide whether or not he'd have time to put them back on if she started shooting. Running away barefoot was not an appealing thought. "And it's my own stupid fault for not paying attention. I thought I was better than this."
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
[ *  *  * ]
"Who are you?! What do you want?!"

The reply could've been a lot more polite, sure. But it certainly could've been a hell of a lot more hostile, and Logan counted himself lucky he wasn't on the receiving end of gunfire, not unlucky that he was under verbal assault.

He told the somewhat embarrassing truth straight away. "I was just here to wash my hair, didn't see you until now, didn't see... that, either," he gestured towards Ericka's gun, "So when I did notice, I decided it'd be best to be friendly."

Feeling somewhat safe in the assumption she wasn't going to shoot him, at least if he continued not to make any sudden moves or say anything stupid, Logan set about brushing the sand off of his feet, and put his shoes and socks back on. He made a point of not going for his own weapon. That would, in his mind at least, constitute something incredibly stupid to do at this point.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy

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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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"HEY! Fuckin' Logan Reynolds, it's Ricky Fortino, how the fuck you doing? And hey, other chick, get your ass over here, we can talk or get some water or shit!"

Well, as calls to attention went, that one could've been a whole lot less friendly. By the time he'd turned around to see if he recognised this Ricky Fortino's face any better than his voice, Logan was already smiling a little. Not many people recognised him, what with being both the quiet type and the least-known position on the team, so finally running into someone who did - or them running into him, either or - was a nice feeling. The friendly greeting, complete with gratuitous, jovial coarse language, that was an even nicer one.

It turned out he did recognise Ricky, but he couldn't quite figure out why. The girl he was with, he didn't know at all. But it didn't matter, as long as they were both friendly, it was better than nothing. Not wanting to commit to his hunch that the other boy was on the Football team, Logan opened with the kind of "Why do I recognise you?" that's more welcoming than questioning. It was to be followed by a "Not great, but I'll live." kind of summary, but by the time "great" was halfway spoken, the conversation came to an abrupt halt, interrupted by a bullet flying into the sand; an ear-pounding bang, and a, rather comically by comparison, weak thud.

"THAT was a warning! I am not in a good mood. I am tired, hungry, I've never been incredibly sociable, and we are technically enemies... Oh, AND I also have a gun, in case you didn't realize what that noise was."

"In fact, I'm pretty sure that makes me the one in charge here, so.... my first orders are to leave me alone or I start shooting, and those won't be warnings."


Unstable, armed, hostile and sarcastic. Just what Logan needed right now, a classic case of gun-based power tripping. It didn't take a interest in crime fiction bordering on the fetishistic, nor a cultivated ability to read body language and speech, to tell that Ericka wasn't messing around. First things first, then.

"Alright then, I'm off. Didn't come here to get shot, surprisingly. You two coming too?"

He didn't much care what the other three had to say to him about that, he was too busy grabbing his own belongings and making his way back towards the island proper. If Ericka wanted to take another shot, well... fuck. And if Ricky and that other girl wanted to follow him, and catch up with the conversation too, fantastic. But the main priority was to not be around a crazy gun lady.

[Logan Reynolds --> Laisse tomber les filles]
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy

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