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Deep Warm Drunk; (Day 9) Private~
Topic Started: Jun 6 2011, 01:40 AM (1,986 Views)
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"That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler.”
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(Kitty Gittschall continued from Sacrifice Sheep To GOD!)

There was a room behind the bar in the pub. The pub itself had seen better days, and the door in the back of the bar was no exception. The door handle was rusted, looking almost ready to fall off. Inside there was an old desk, an old chair, a crate with a few small bottles, and a bed. A bed. Not a comfy, large bed by any stretch. It had no sheets, and there was suspicious yellow stain place at it's center. It was a bed though. And Kitty had taken upon herself to scrawl across it.

When she left the church, Kitty had a plan lined out. Stay in the background, only kill when she needed to, conserve bullets. She had thirty-six, she should know she counted several times. Each one had to be used. Thirty six bullets. Thirty six bodies. If it really came down to it, she could kill her way off. Of course, this wasn't what Kitty wanted to do. She wanted her kill count down, hiding behind a curtain until there were few left. Then she could just kill the rest. It was a smart plan, but she needed a place to hide to make it work. She ran into a pub. She hid in there. The pub was empty. She could hide.

Kitty decided instead to get drunk instead.

She really saw no reason for people to judge her. It wasn't like the bar was in short supply, despite how ratty the place looked. So a hour or two of drinking and she found her way into the pubmaster's room, head-first into a lumpy bed. She woke up a few hours later with a headache that made her tear up.

Her body felt warm. Her head thumped. She rolled her shoulders, trying to close her eyes again. She didn't want to get up.

Her eyes were wide open though. She grumbled to herself.

She sat up, holding her palm to her head. It rumbled.

At least it was quiet. Her favorite part about the pub wasn't the alcohol, but the silence. No one wandered into the pub to bother her with their chattiness. No death threats, no guns. No bullshit. Yes, she could get used to this. Perhaps she should just stay there for the rest of the game.

And yet, she could only bring herself to drink. She was only taking sips, taking it slow and steady. The brandy from earlier had worn off, and Kitty was trying to restrain herself. If it were up to her she'd be downing glasses.

Here she was, a cold-blooded killer who just beat a boy into a bloody mess, sitting in a bar with a hangover. What a laugh. What a joke. A fucking riot. Ha ha ha. Problem was, Kitty wasn't laughing. She didn't even crack a smirk.

Kitty shuffled through her bag. She knew that she had some Advil, and she was pondering on whether drinking it down with alcohol was a bad idea or a REALLY bad idea, when she found it. Her cigarettes, thrown into the back of the bag, completely forgotten. She picked the carton out. It had been days since she last had one.

Would be a good time to start again, she figured.

Kitty wondered what her parents would think. She had been very open with them since she was a kid, but they never knew about the cigarettes. She had kept that little secret hidden. As she placed the cigarette between her lips and flicked the lighter on, she imagined her parents looking at the tv in disgust. Kitty was sure that this could be the straw that broke the camel's back. Killing some boy for looking at her funny, oh that was just fine. They could forget all about that. Smoking though, oh man did her mom have a bug up her ass about that.

Her mom had a bug up her ass about a lot of things. Kitty had tried to be a rebel, back home. She tried to be different. She wanted to stand out. She figured the blue hair did the job quite nicely. However, apart from that (and the smoking), Kitty had always been too good for her own good. The only crime she could recall ever committing was shoplifting from a convenience store back in middle school. She never made a habit of it.

... Why the fuck did she go on this trip again?

Oh. Right. So she could be irresponsible. None of her friends went on the trip. She went because it sounded fun. She could relax for a few days. Get away with a few things she couldn't back home. It was all supervised, she was aware, but it's not like the chaperons were going to be around one-hundred percent of the time. Get drunk. Get high. Do stupid shit. Fuck someone. Make a friend, maybe. Who knows? Kitty was only rolling the dice, she had no control. She just wanted a chance to be irresponsible without being judged. The trip was not just a trip to her, it was an escape. And instead of getting drunk she ended up beating someone to death with a bat. That's the thing about rolling the dice - you won't be too sure when you'll get snake eyes.

Which leads right back to the drinking. And the hangover. Yes, her reasons seemed pretty clear now. She understood now.

She was going to make sure she ordered some brandy when she got home though. The high she got from that stuff was just right.

Kitty hadn't noticed her shaking hand. She was still holding onto her cigarette. She blew away the smoke, laid her head against the bed and looked up. She looked down at her hand, cigarette placed between her fingers. She was trembling.

... Hah. Maybe she does feel guilty. Kitty cracked a smirk. Oh. That was rich.

"I..." She heaved a sigh. "fucking... hate everything." She held back a giggle. "God damn..."

She couldn't hold it anymore. She started giggling like a little girl while the hole in her heart grew deeper.
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"That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler.”
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"Uh, hellooo?"

Kitty stopped giggling. She sat up straight. Did she just hear something?

"I-uh-I know someone's in there."

Shit. Had she been too loud? Damn it. God damn it. Kitty pressed a hand against her head, pulling out her pistol. She thought about what to do, keeping quiet. The voice was outside, that was for sure. She couldn't make much else out. All she knew was that there was someone out there, and they knew that she was here.

"You alright? Everything good...?"

If she ran over to the door and flung it open, there would be no chance the other girl could ever get away in time. All it would take is a pull of the trigger, and Kitty's problem would be solved. Even though it would be her second kill, Kitty could easily use the self-defense excuse. It was quick and efficient. Kitty could get behind it.

"I was going to ask if I could come in, but that's a bit sudden, isn't it?"

But what if Kitty missed? She was a novice at guns at best. At close range it might sound simple, but there's a chance that Kitty would miss completely. And what if this mystery girl was standing on the side of the door where she couldn't see her? That would give her enough time to get away!

Kitty grumbled. She hated the logistics of killing someone indiscriminately, it was as if she were planning every step.

She stopped herself. Maybe... it was too early to be on the announcement again.

"I'll wait. Just give me the word. I'm fine with waiting.. I'm patient."

She would just have to wait and see. Perhaps there was a perfectly good reason to kill this girl. All it would take was for her to open the door and look. Yes. Plan ahead. She had to be careful after all. Kitty placed the gun in the small of her back, letting her shirt cover it. She grabbed the doorhandle and opened it just a crack, peeking just her eye out.

"Umm," Kitty feigned, "I'm sorry, I just - "

That's when she heard the loud footsteps, and Kitty came convinced that there was another person. She shut the door.

Kitty huffed. Jesus christ. Should she hold the door closed and let the maniac outside take care of this problem for her? Kill two birds with one stone. Kitty wasn't sure though. She cursed, turned her head and peeked out the door again. She was still thinking of what to do.
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(Asked to godmod Fiona here.)

... Well. That was a lucky shot. Kitty wanted to brag and say that she was just a natural. She knew that it had to be beginner's luck. Or maybe luck was on her side. She was the prized horse. The thought pleased Kitty.

"A-Autumn! Autumn, are you - " The other girl gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

Kitty opened the door and stepped through. The girl turned to face her.

"You - I - " She looked down at Kitty's gun. "You killed her?!"

Kitty didn't respond.

"She was just scared! I was only trying to - Why did you kill her?!"

Kitty didn't respond. She closed the door behind her.

"Autumn was - she didn't deserve - " The girl wiped at her eye. That was when her face twisted. She puffed her cheeks out. "... Hey. I'm talking to you."

Kitty kept her face neutral. She said nothing.

"I asked you a question." Fiona said. "Why did you kill her? Why did you kill her and not me? I want an answer."

Kitty kept quiet for another moment. Then she shrugged.

A waste of a bullet, Kitty figured. Kitty already knew that this girl would either try to talk her down, or run away and hide. Not worth the effort, or the mark on her kill count. The girl she killed had snapped once. It would only be a matter of time before she snapped again. Better to get rid of her than let her go. That was Kitty's logic. Besides, she wanted the gun. Nothing more, nothing less. This other girl wasn't a threat to her, what with the pea shooter.

That very same pea shooter was pointed at Kitty. Fiona's hand trembled. Kitty didn't moved. She wasn't scared though, which Kitty thought was strange. After all, Kitty was the monster under the bed, one of the things that went bump in the night. Kitty figured she would keep crying and beg Kitty not to kill her. But no, she was pointing her gun at Kitty with the heaviest glare she had ever seen. Was she honestly the only person left on this island with a spine? Or was she putting up an act? Kitty couldn't tell. All she knew was that this girl wasn't going to take the next step.

Kitty lowered and picked up the pistol. She didn't bother getting her gun out again, but she kept her eyes on Fiona all the same. The girl was mad. She could see it in her eyes.

Kitty just looked down at Fiona's gun. She looked back up, shouldered the other bag with a quick flick of her arm. Kitty reached into her first bag and took a step back. She dropped the bat on the floor. It was like she was saying, 'Hey, great job back there. Have this beat up bat. It's yours. This is how much you're worth to me. You're welcome.'

She started to walk away, keeping her eyes on the other girl. For a second, Kitty almost thought Fiona was about to shoot her. The girl looked like she wanted to kill her. She could see the anger seething off of her. And what the hell was she muttering? Was she trying to talk herself into shooting her? Or was she trying to tell herself not to?

Kitty smiled, sick, pitying.

"You're hesitating."

She opened the door.

"You should work on that."

(Kitty Gittschall continued in Livebait)
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