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Anthem for Doomed Youth; day six, open
Topic Started: Feb 9 2011, 08:31 PM (4,529 Views)
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They were trying to get Ricky to leave, to just, like, fuckin' roll over and shit, and for no good reason. They didn't seem to get what was goin' on here. They were acting like everything was dangerous or something. That wasn't right, though. They just had to come on back to the party, before all the booze ran out and their boyfriends ran off with other girls or something.

"Nah, hey, just come on," Ricky said, taking a couple steps towards them. "I tell you, you gals don't know what'cher missing. We've got all this alcohol and shit, makes everything good."

He was still walking forwards, getting a bit closer to them. Being close to people helped 'em trust you, yeah? Helped 'em loosen up and realize everything was fine.
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These chicks kept it up, just insisting that Ricky should split, like he wasn't trying to do them a favor and shit. They kept on saying that, like, they just wanted him to leave them alone. They were saying this wasn't a party, saying something about disrespecting James' memory. Ricky didn't have the slightest clue what they were going on about. They were taking everything so damn seriously, for no real reason at all. He wasn't even paying attention to what they were holding, just like he wasn't paying too much attention to the fact that his booze burned more than it was supposed to and didn't make him feel quite like booze usually did.

"Hey, girls, I don't know what you're talkin' about. You wanna talk to James about disrespect or whatever, come tell him, y'know? But, I don't get why you've gotta be so fuckin' rude to a... a buddy just tryin' to let you know what's up, you know?"

He took a couple stumbling steps closer. It was fuckin' hard to see down here.

"I mean, come on, Charlene. Don't you wanna see Aaron?"
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The girls left. Ricky wasn't quite sure what to make of it. They'd still seemed unconvinced, but, hey, at least their talk and warnings and shit had all just been fuckin' bluster. There wasn't really anything to worry about after all. Now all he had to do was go back to the party and just make sure everything was good and stuff, make sure everyone was having fun, maybe meet up with Jamie again and hang out. She was a cool girl. They were all cool, all of 'em.

But instead, for some reason, Ricky just sat down by the tunnel wall and stared at his hands. He shook the bottle in them. Still half full. He took another swig. It tasted like shit. Of course it did. Why was he expecting anything else?

He closed his eyes, just for a second. Just taking a breather. It had... he felt like it had been a busy time, somehow, like he was more tired than he had any right to be. He couldn't even make sense of everything. He closed his eyes for a little. He just had to remember what he was doing in these fuckin' tunnels.

He drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, something was making this awful beeping noise. He blinked a few times. Great. Just the right thing for a hangover. He didn't feel hungover. He considered that, and took a swig from the nearby bottle, then nearly spat it out. It was worse now, somehow. It smelled acidic.

The beeping was intensifying. He stood up and looked around, but he couldn't see anything in the dark. The sound was coming from somewhere nearby, though, somewhere very nearby. He blinked a few more times. Still the beeping continued, faster and faster.

And then, all of a sudden, it stopped, and so did Ricky's muddled thoughts.

B006, Ricky Fortino: DECEASED
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