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Don't Fear The Reaper; day five, noon, open
Topic Started: Feb 5 2011, 06:47 PM (1,777 Views)
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((Neill Robertson continued from The Magi

Also this is actually day SIX at noon, I can't count))

Apparently, they had gone in the wrong direction.

This wasn't anyone's fault, when Ray had disappeared into the black hole of nowhere after they had made their escape from Mad Alex and the logging road they had met him on, he and Bobby had made a decision as to what direction to go in. They'd had no idea which was the correct one, and had chosen on a whim. It was the wrong one. They had gone south, and just kept going, not wanting to deviate from their course in case Ray was only just ahead of them. "We'll keep going South, at last then we know he's not South!" But, as Neill stood on the clifftop and stared out at the sea beyond them, his heart sank. Now they would have to make another decision, and that would quite possibly be the wrong one too. The further they got away from the logging road (which was now a very long way away), and the more time that passed, the less likely it seemed that they would find him.

"We should stop for a bit here, try and figure out what to do next," he said, turning away from the sea. It only served to remind him how cut off they really were, only served to confirm that this was real, they were alone, and there were people out there trying to kill them.

Neill sat down and leaned his back against the wire fence that was the only barrier between them and the sea. He rifled around in his bag and extracted his water bottle, taking a grateful sip. They had been walking almost constantly since they had awoken that morning, and he wasn't used to the pace they had been going at. This was the first time in their five days on the island that they had faced any sustained period of stress. The first time they had needed to be on high alert all the time, warily watching at anyone they passed, not because they were trying to hide from someone, but because they were trying to find someone. They had barely seen a soul in their travelling south, the saw more bodies of their classmates than real living people. According to the announcement over a hundred were now dead at the hands of their fellow classmates. People like them. If only he'd known when Sarah Atwell interviewed him in the canteen that she would turn into a ruthless killer, he might have been able to do something about it. What, though? Kill her there and then. That would stop her killing, yes, but you'd be in jail. But... in jail and alive... Somehow, Monty Pondsworth being Monty Pondsworth had managed to have his own life by being the bully that the whole school hated. How was that fair? He had voiced these views more than once on this trip, and using an unusual amount of self restraint as he looked at Bobby, didn't bring them up again.

"Where do you think we should go from here?" he said, spreading his hands to indicate the whole island. They were literally at the end of their little island microcosm, and they could go anywhere, be anyone, do anything. Roles were undefined, routes unplanned. It was beautiful, in a twisted kind of way. "North?" he said jokingly.
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Neill agreed wholeheartedly with Bobby about settling down for a while. From where they were it was fairly easy to see who was coming towards them, not that either of them were particularly equipped to deal with anyone coming at them. They had a skateboard, half a broken drip stand (that Neill was persisting in carrying, despite the fact that he lacked the physical strength to deal a significant amount of damage with it) and Bobby's can of liquid nitrogen. He stretched his legs out in front of him and extracted the loaf of bread from his bag, eating one slice slowly and with relish. He had never appreciated a plain slice of bread ever in his life until this trip, and now, every mouthful was like nectar from heaven.

From their vantage point, Neill saw Rachel walking towards them about a minute before she reached them. His eyes widened, and he glanced at Bobby with a concerned look in his eyes. Their last meeting with her hadn't gone spectacularly well, Neill wasn't sure what Bobby had said to Rachel at the time when he and Ray had ventured off to the path where he'd had that beautiful, rationed cigarette, but he had a feeling that whatever it was might come back to play now.

"We got company," Neill said in a low voice to Bobby, trying to be cool, and at the same time feeling sickened at himself for playing up to the cameras. He watched warily as Rachel approached, weighing up the possible ways of going about this. He could be friendly, he could be mean, he could be a scaredy cat and run away really quickly. The last was looking like the most tempting, and had he been on his own, he probably would have. Rachel didn't look like she'd be able to catch him up, he was, somehow, still in fairly good condition, whereas she had a limp.

"You two look a little lost. Perhaps I may be able to give you some guidance."

Neill looked nervously at Bobby, entirely unaware of how to react. He wanted humour, a mild quip along the lines of if you guide us off this hellhole of an island I will go to Church every day for the rest of my life, but he'd heard the announcements, he'd met Rachel by the Groundskeeper's Hut, there was no way in hell that he was going to risk antagonising her in any way. So he decided, on a whim, to go along with whatever she was saying, and hopefully somehow indicate his running away plan to Bobby while she was talking.

Also, she might have seen Ray. That would only be helpful to them at this point in time.

"Sure, guidance is always useful," Neill said with an honest shrug.
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Guess I'm not getting any 'guidance' then, Neill mused to himself as Rachel seemingly recognised Bobby. Frowning, he didn't want to know what must have happened to her over the last few days, Bobby had told them of his history with Rachel and Neill didn't think it was one even he was going to forget, and he wasn't even directly involved. He looked nervously from Rachel to Bobby, and back to Rachel, as she seemed to... apologise? for what had gone before. Well, she said that she forgave Bobby, which struck Neill as a little unfair as Bobby hadn't actually done anything wrong. In fact, having heard most of the story, he reckoned his friend had behaved in an exemplemary fashion.

Still, he wasn't going to bring this up. While Neill usually prided himself on being as manly as possible (he'd been among the first to need to start shaving), and thus not afraid of girls, he was a little bit scared of Rachel. Even though she was now a lot calmer than she had been when he'd seen her last, he didn't know if it was genuine calmness or just further insanity masking itself. He had a horrible feeling it was the latter. Why did they have to keep running into crazy people? Rachel was crazy by default for being a devout Catholic in Neill's eyes, and the island had just further solidified that fact. And Alex, he had been crazy too, talking like he might explode any second and threatening them so that they had to run away and lose track of each other. Crazy people were making their last few days stressful; all Neill wanted to do was lie on one of the beaches they had yet to come across and read his book.

He didn't want to say anything, this was just the sort of situation he usually put his foot in it in, and that tended to end with Chris Carlson getting beaten up, or Rachel turning into a psycho and throwing them off the cliff (why oh why had they stopped in such a vulnerable spot? Now he knew why nobody else was here). Instead, Neill looked at Bobby and raised his eyebrows with a faintly amused expression at Rachel's proffer of forgiveness, as if to say 'how could you refuse?'.
the world is on my side
i have no reason to run


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shiny shiny V5 concepts (now with clickies)
Phoebe Cho - I shall be playing Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor. Wizard!
Harry Hanley - I've got Hershey's at half price today! Get 'em quick before I have rehearsal!
Lor Van Diepen - I'm gonna make a video later. About running. Does that sum me up enough?
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Feeling distinctly like the third wheel in this strange situation, Neill watched the pair of them with some curiousity. He watched Rachel more closely, wanting to know what was going through her head. Not for the first time in his life, he wished he had the power of telepathy, reading people's thoughts would be extremely useful in this game. While they talked, and Bobby offered to tend to Rachel's knee, he picked dirt out from under his fingernails. Don't fix her knee! Currently that's the only thing we have; if she turns loopy we can run away and she can't catch us! Rachel accepted his offer graciously, and then suddenly she was sitting with them as though she had been with them all along. It was bizzarre, unnatural, and just didn't feel right. Still, Neill reckoned that Rachel was someone you'd rather have on your side than as your enemy.

"So, Rachel," he said, in an effort to make conversation. There was an awkwardness in the air that he couldn't put his finger on, and being one of nature's talkers, he tended not to leave them hanging. He could already percieve the inappropriate comments that he would probably make. "What have you been up to since we last saw you?" That was a good question, open ended, would give her the chance to talk for a while which would pass the time. Also, it might reveal something about her psyche that Neill would be able to utilise. That was, if he actually picked up on any useful comments. Still, his trying to decipher her personality did give him the appearance of being interested in what she was saying.
the world is on my side
i have no reason to run


v4 nostalgia

shiny shiny V5 concepts (now with clickies)
Phoebe Cho - I shall be playing Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor. Wizard!
Harry Hanley - I've got Hershey's at half price today! Get 'em quick before I have rehearsal!
Lor Van Diepen - I'm gonna make a video later. About running. Does that sum me up enough?
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((I guess we should make our exit! GMing of Rachel Gettys approved by Blastinus))

Well, Neill hadn't expected her to be quite that forthcoming. Apparently it was of importance to Rachel who was 'playing' the game and who wasn't; it was of less importance to them. He and Bobby (and Ray, his stomach twinged realising that their friend was still missing) would definately falling to the category of 'not playing the game'. Their tactic so far had been to avoid trouble, and to run away as soon as they saw any. Some people might have thought that they were cowards, wusses, babies, all sorts of derogatory terms. But the fact was that they were still alive, and a lot of those people weren't.

He focussed on not smiling when she asked what she had done to be regarded with contempt. Instead he gave a fairly decent impression of a confused shrug, and instead turned his attention to what she said next, looking down from the cliffs tot he island below. They had a good view of the surrounding area here, but everyone in the woods and things that were just out of their sight had an excellent view of them too. It would be all to easy for them to be picked out one by one by someone sat in a tree not too far away from them. Neill regarded the tree with suspicion.

Still, he realised that Rachel might be a good person to have with them. As far as he was aware she was more widely disliked than either he or Bobby, there must be a few friends of the people she had killed still running around at least. And Neill wasn't aware of any mortal enemies of his, excpet perhaps Monty Pondsworth, who hadn't even been allowed of the trip. This still grated at Neill, because the guy had been a dick in high school he was now spared what was looking to be almost certain death.

"Yeah, we should," Neill said, standing up and collecting his belongings together, deciding to take charge of the situation and move before they were snipered down. Rachel hadn't mentioned Ray in her list of people she'd met, not since the encounter at the Groundskeeper's Hut anyhow, and they weren't going to find him here. "We," he indicated himself and Bobby, "still need to find our friend, Ray. We lost him yesterday," had it really only been yesterday? Felt like a month ago...

Picking up his now packed bag, Neill was the first to start walking, keeping his head turned over his shoulder until the others started. Partly to make sure that they were with him, and partly to make sure Rachel didn't pull a gun from her pocket and shoot him in the back. After a couple of seconds, Rachel started to follow him, limping. That was comforting, at least he could still run if required.

((Neill Robertson and Rachel Gettys continued in Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly))
the world is on my side
i have no reason to run


v4 nostalgia

shiny shiny V5 concepts (now with clickies)
Phoebe Cho - I shall be playing Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor. Wizard!
Harry Hanley - I've got Hershey's at half price today! Get 'em quick before I have rehearsal!
Lor Van Diepen - I'm gonna make a video later. About running. Does that sum me up enough?
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