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In Honesty, We Didn't Plan This Far; Open, just let us all get in first.
Topic Started: Mar 13 2011, 04:38 PM (2,239 Views)
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God was telling you "not yet".
[ *  *  *  * ]
((Leila Langford continued from -.-- -.-- --..))

"Aaaaand, repeat."

"We are the best that we can be. We are magnificent."

"And again."

"We are the best that we can be. We are magnificent."

"Again."

"We are the best that we can be. We are magnificent."

"Again."

"We are the best that we can be. We are magnificent."

"Again."

"We are the best..."

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"...that we- that we- that, ugh... what..."

Her mouth felt dry; her head throbbed; her muscles felt weak and limp, and she had no idea where she was. Familiar voices came and went around her, but it was too hard to focus on who they belonged to, or even what they were saying. All she heard were echoes and parts of words which made no sense on their own, and after they'd all died down, she felt a great sense of relief.

Now it was time to open her eyes - to wake up and start getting back into the game. It was a nice rest while it lasted, but she had a feeling it would be the last one she'd get for a while. In any case, staying unconscious around here was an invitation for disaster, especially since most people that were left standing were either murderers or just a teensy bit mad. And not the good mad either, like the Hatter or an eccentric professor, no, this was the other definition, the terrifying one that meant they had to do everything in their power to make sure they didn't end up the same way in the future. How long had it been since the bus ride? Fuck. Way too long, apparently, if she couldn't even remember how many days had passed. She recalled her awakening in that fun fair, all by herself, crying in the dirt as the situation dawned on her. Back then, she assumed this was all a joke; a prank concocted by some seriously messed-up individuals. But the more she thought about it, the more correct it sounded. Who in their right minds would come up with something so twisted? Sure, the news called them terrorists, and branded them a threat, but they were so much more than that. Whoever these people were, whoever Danya was, there was only one thing that kept them going, and that was pure sadism.

And knowing that made things so much easier. She had a goal now. A real, honest goal that she could call her own. Before, she was driven solely by revenge, but now that she had time to really think about everything, as her body started warming back up again, she was met with several realizations. Firstly, she knew that there was no escape. There was no point trying to fool herself into hoping for rescue, or that people would have mercy on her, because that just wasn't the case. Brook had shown her that, and Hilary's eyes had told her the same. She felt herself clutch at the band around her wrist, pulling it around, stretching it to its limits. The memories were still painful; however long ago it might have seemed, it still only happened a few days ago. The hollow aching she kept in her chest reminded her of this. So, she moved on to the second point, and pushed those feelings down until she felt herself grow numb again. It was the only way to keep going, she told herself. She couldn't let her mind linger on things that would stop her mission, because she knew that there would be a better time for that. Once she was ready to die, and she'd succeeded, then she could cry. That was something she was looking forward to more than anything. A chance to let go.

But! She felt herself tearing up again. Too much reflecting, not enough planning. Push it down, out of sight. Her second point was still bubbling away, pushing her onwards, making her forget. She knew what the "terrorists" were now, and that meant something. She knew about Liz from the announcements, and that they rewarded any misbehaviour with brutal punishment; death. If only she were smarter, she could use this to formulate a real plan, something that would throw them off their own for good, but she grew frustrated instead. Angry with herself for not being strategic or clever, for wasting her time on things that meant nothing to anyone here. For a second she pictured Violet, and wondered how she'd managed to stay alive for so long, but she already knew why. She'd always been so capable, so head-on, unlike herself. What good had she ever done? What achievements did she have under her belt? She couldn't think of any. Of course not. Leila had always thought she was so high and mighty, bossing everybody around like she was some fucking queen, but she was beginning to understand herself now; she was starting to see what everybody else saw, and it looked to her like the most disgusting thing in the world.

That's why she needed to do this. That's why she needed to keep on fighting. Not just for Hilary, not just for herself; she needed to make sure this never happened again. If she had to kill everyone else to get to Danya, she would. If she had to cut off that useless arm of hers just to sneak in through his window, she would. Nothing mattered any more, not here. There was no time, there was no space, there was no "good", or light, and the only friends she had left were elsewhere, surviving so well without her to drag them down. She found herself falling ever deeper into the devil's eye with every waking breath, and now she could look him right back. She didn't have a gun, she was on the brink of collapse, and as her eyes began to open, she saw the shadow of a girl beside her, though it was impossible to distinguish who she was. Her eyes fell to the floor, and she noticed her arm for the first time. Had this girl actually helped her? Had someone been looking out for her while she slept? Was that true?

The devil's eye blinked, and she almost missed it.

A cold silence filled the air, and for a split second - a shining, wonderful second - she smiled.
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God was telling you "not yet".
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A harsh light struck her eyes, forcing them to close. Who was doing that?

Then, a familiar voice.

It carried a shaking concern, as though the girl was worried about her. Names spiralled around in her memory; names from school, names she knew, but never gave a face. This one... it sounded like someone small. Feeble maybe. Her hand felt light on Leila's shoulder, like she was trying not to hurt her. Did that make her kind? Possibly. Probably. Since the girl was still with her, for however long she'd been out, she assumed she must have been. It was far too pleasant a feeling. Even her arm hurt a little less while she was lying here, cradled in the grass by a girl she barely knew.

She decided to answer.

"My... my head's a bit... everywhere, but... yeah. I can see you, whoever... you are. You are a person, right? I'm not... dreaming... am I?"

Her speech was impaired by the lulling of her breath, which came in long, drawn-out gasps as her body fought to stay asleep. Everything ached, including her head, and the more she spoke, the sharper the pains in her arm began to grow. It came like fine needles, attacking every nerve ending she had in that once-crooked arm of hers. She did what she could to distract herself from it, but now that she was awake it was starting to cause her some distress.

So she asked, very weakly: "I... don't suppose... you've got any pills?"
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God was telling you "not yet".
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And then she was gone.

She'd tried to follow her, tried to keep up, but Helen was much too fast. Leila's legs wouldn't stabilise, and her head still throbbed from the little sleep she'd been having, and after a good hour or so of running haphazardly through the thickets and the trees that cropped up at the edge of the forest, she finally lost her.

Countless times she'd asked Helen to slow down, but something kept her going; it was like she could hear someone calling her name from afar, only Leila couldn't hear it herself and simply lagged behind in a mixture of lethargy and confusion. The only good thing about this day was that her arm felt a little less sharp, and as such caused her a lot less pain than it had done before she fell asleep. Maybe it was something Helen did to her while she was out, or maybe the splint had actually done some deal of good after all. The pills helped too, of course, but she didn't know when she'd find some more, especially now that she'd lost her supply.

She thought back to the fun fair.

If she was lucky enough, as lucky as she had been yesterday, then perhaps she could find her way back again. Her bag had landed on the ferris wheel, and though she couldn't reach it at the time due to... well, Gracie, there was a chance that it could still be there. Hopefully it would be. She could do with another miracle like that. Finding a group of people who turned out to be helpful was a lovely change of pace, however briefly they were around for, but now she was on her own again, and she needed to survive.

There was a list somewhere, in her mind's eye, that reminded her of all the stuff she'd brought onto the trip. Mostly it was clothes, make-up, etc., but Leila had always been a bit iffy about nature, or rather, spending any length of time in it, so she'd been fully prepared for a day like this. Oh yes. If she could just knock the bag down somehow, she'd be golden. After that, she could reassess her situation, then formulate a plan. What kind of plan? A shitty one, most likely, but she was in it for the long haul now, and since she'd managed to stay alive despite her condition, there was hope that tomorrow would yield a similar kind of magic.

A twig snapped in the distance, and she realised how open the area was.

It was time to get moving, with or without her guardian angels.

((Leila Langford continued elsewhere))
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