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The Stoner Always Dies; In which Jay Holland catches a break.
Topic Started: May 23 2011, 09:04 PM (2,183 Views)
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Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
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[Everyday is Like Sunday --> Ema Ryan]

Running. There was an outrageous amount of running involved. Who'd have even thought Jay could run so far, so fast? Stereotypes weren't necessarily always true, Ema knew that pretty well, but still, Jay didn't just look like a stoned slacker, he blatantly was one. How could he even do so much running?

Oh yeah. That whole survival thing. Gunfire bad, being far away from it good. Same mysterious source of stamina that had kept Ema walking in spite of all the weight she was carrying for the first few days, through swamp and forest and she could scarcely even remember what else any more. Staying alive was a motivation Ema was all too familiar with, come to think of it, as it had essentially been her primary motive for the past nine days. Even the shameless Hayley-related lust came a close second to not getting killed.

And so it was that she was running as fast as her puny legs could carry her without falling over themselves, several feet behind her slightly fitter companion, in pursuit of a uncharacteristically fast-moving Jay. It eventually dawned on her, with the sea behind her and a downward slope before her, that they were moving north. Back towards the beach. Again. It was almost like the stretch of sand called to her, like it was where she belonged on the island. Again, she recalled that almost every favourable thing to happen to her had happened there. Good omen, all things considered.

In all her thoughts of good omens and enjoyable evenings on a beach with a certain someone, the memory of why they were even running soon slipped from Ema's mind. So Charlene had been shot, big deal, that was the last thing on her mind. Ema didn't even know the girl's name, she could only identify her as "that girl that shot Kyle a while ago". In hindsight, she probably ought to be thanking Charlene, as it was mostly due to her actions that "Ema and Hayley" had become a thing again. But of course, Ema wasn't thinking about any of those things, even she didn't have time to dwell on just how easily she could be described as a heartless opportunist. Only time to chase down Jay and calm him down, and remember that this particular beach was a good omen.

It was around the point that she was solidifying her opinion that the beach was "her place" that Ema actually reached its sands. Hayley had slowed down in front of her, and in front of Hayley, Jay and Janet had come to a dead halt. They were staring at something, transfixed. Hayley soon joined them in the staring. So did Ema. She couldn't even comprehend what it was she was looking at, for a while.

A... boat? A fucking BOAT!? A small affair, the kind you'd usually see ferrying people to and from bigger vessels, a zodiac or something. But big enough to take a good portion of the surviving population of the island away, if not for the collars. Yeah, definitely a zodiac, that's what they were called. There were people on it too obviously and they didn't look like how Ema imagined Danya's people would look. A lack of fancy equipment and that general assholish look a terrorist would probably have. What they had to say reinforced the assumption too. They'd come to rescue people.

Wait, Ema needed a few moments to get over that news.

...they came to rescue people.

Holy fucking shit. She wasn't going to die here after all. She wasn't going to have to look forward to killing perhaps the last friend she had left, or dying to let her go on to survive herself. She was just going to go home, alive and (mostly) uninjured as she was, and perhaps only slightly unhinged. Nothing that couldn't be solved by returning to normal society, surely. She and Hayley and Jay and Janet were just going to go back to Minnesota and then maybe to college and hopefully she a--

"Killers, players, and cannibals welcome too, for the bullet-in-the-head special, if you want the easy way out of this."

What.

That was it. A flat what, permeating every inch of Ema's conscious thought. What.

No, surely that didn't include her. She'd only killed one person, and that had technically been a mercy killing.

They don't care about technicalities. I'm a killer.

But I panicked, I hit her by mistake! She asked me to finish her!

Okay, I can argue that much. What about Hayley? She can't explain away what she did. Following her around like a lovesick puppy and not complaining about the whole random serial killing thing, kind of inexcusable too.

Fuck.


Even if Ema could come up with some brilliant excuse for not raising a single objection to Hayley's mass murdering ways, not since this very same beach six days ago at least, leaving her behind was far from an appealing prospect. She'd have Janet, but how long would two small girls last, on an island where the only other survivors were presumably hardened killers by now? Charm and wits could only stretch so far, they wouldn't survive the finale, if either of them even made it that far.

...survival, though. Going home to her family and what few friends she had that weren't dead by now. Living without fear of being shot dead at any moment. Living past seventeen. They were all very appealing thoughts.

"Hah...ahah...well, that's new."

And again, Hayley showed that remarkable ability to laugh, and not shrink into herself and silently curse the world in general for fucking her over, as Ema had been about to do. It was sarcastic, it was hateful, but it was still laughter. Close enough, at least. Laughing at the tragic irony of it all, after all they'd done to secure their survival, to make sure they were alive and in one piece to make it home, they were denied the chance to just leave. Thinking about it that way, Ema laughed too. Quietly, under her breath. It was a mirthless laugh, sarcastic and hateful as Hayley's had been. And more than a little bit unhinged.

Well that's that then, escape's a crapshoot. We all know what choice that leaves.

So there went any preconception of not having to kill anyone else, there went the technical pacifism, which Ema could finally admit was born mostly of cowardice anyway. She didn't have any actual objection to killing her peers, she'd only been afraid to go through with it. She was sure of that now. But she'd killed Sapphire. It had been easy. She could do that again. Why not? It would be just as easy. Easier, even.

"The only one of us who can leave.... Is you, Jay."

Of course. Jay, on the other hand, he could still leave. He'd done nothing wrong. And for Ema's part, whether she could kill or not, circumventing the need to was always preferable. Getting Jay off of the island was a win-win. Someone she was moderately fond of got to live, and it was one less person she'd potentially have to kill on her own way home. Janet and Hayley were out of luck, but at least he could go.

"Yeah. You should go."

That sounded weird. Kind of like the context was throwing him out, not giving him salvation. Ema had always sucked at making conversation sound right, and even trying to tell someone they deserved to go home and survive, her voice seemed "off" somehow.

"Before they just go ahead and shoot us three, you know?"

Ema tried to laugh at the end of that, make it seem like a semi-innocent joke. She really did. It came out closer to an awkward cough. So much for verisimilitude, she just sounded odd and like she was trying to get rid of the poor boy. Either way, he probably wouldn't need much convincing to go onto the magical survival salvation boat, so it was kind of moot. At least that was something.
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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There were complaints. In hindsight, maybe Ema should've expected that. But they were meant to be minor things, that "I feel really bad about this BUT OKAY SURE WHY NOT" kind of complaining, where you acknowledge that it's totally not fair to everyone else, then just get on with it and go home and survive. She could sympathise with a brief moment of "Why do I alone deserve it?", but taking it to heart and literally not wanting to leave? Genuinely considering remaining on the island as the better option? Jesus fucking Christ, what was wrong with him?

"Why me?"

That was the clincher. Objection she could deal with. Disbelief she could deal with. Even not considering himself worthy of it, she could deal with. But "Why me?", that was almost insulting to Ema. Disregarding that he had a choice in the matter, he was acting as though he was being forced to receive possibly the most valuable gift available to anyone on the island. And he was acting as if it were a bad thing. Why you? I'll trade if you don't want it, mate.

"Why in the hell did they leave me off?"

Could there have been a more stupid question? Jay hadn't done a thing to deserve being left to die. Ema could argue with herself until the proverbial cows came home as to whether she deserved it or not, but Jay had evidently done nothing wrong. And yet again, talking as though he wanted to die. It didn't even annoy her any more, she'd gotten past that and into the "This just makes no sense to me whatsoever" stage. Having had survival at the forefront of her mind for over a week without respite, shunning the best chance at it just didn't compute. There really wasn't anything she could think of to say or do.

On the other hand, Hayley and Janet didn't seem to be coming up short in that department. No sooner had Hayley's tirade ended did Janet's begin, explaining in no uncertain terms that Jay should stop being such an ungrateful moron and just get on the bloody boat. And under the metaphorical cover of their raised voices, Ema slunk back off, inland, away from the coast. The conversation was getting ugly, and she knew she'd only end up saying something stupid if pressed, so once there were a good few metres between her and the start of the sand, Ema sat down on the grass, and she waited.

Because the way she saw it? Either Jay was going to get on that boat or he wasn't, but in the short term, it really didn't make a bit of difference to her. Either way, she and Hayley were going to leave that beach exactly as they arrived - with their best case scenario for the future involving killing a lot of people, including each other. Easier to come to terms with that without having to listen to angry teenagers shout at each other.

Yeah, just sit out of the social stuff true to form, kiddo, and regroup when the bit she could actually deal with came back. What could possibly go wrong?
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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