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Topic Started: Jun 11 2011, 04:03 PM (2,436 Views)
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[[Hayley Kelly continued from Harlequin Girls]]

Hayley really didn't know where she was going, or what she was doing, or why she was walking. All she knew was she had a cigarette in her hand and a gun in the other and the weather was damn nice, and she was content. This wasn't like yesterday, barreling full speed ahead towards something she knew, on a subconscious level, would be horrible. This was completely aimless wandering and she liked it that way. She breathed smoke, stopped once or twice to pick up an interesting-looking rock, felt a cool breeze pass over her skin...yeah, if it wasn't for the Survival of the Fittest thing, this would feel like a totally normal afternoon. Except not really, Hayley as a rule did not go for walks, especially not in the freaking woods. She was not a nature person. But, whatever, screw all that, this was pleasant, and she just wished she had her iPod with her, some music would be good right now, shit, music, something else to look forward to when she got off this fucking rock-

She stopped.

There was a tree. Well, no shit, there were a lot of fucking trees, this was a forest, good job on stating the obvious and all that, but this one had a thick, low hanging branch. It had knots. Loads of knots. And all the branches, actually, were really thick, and suddenly she knew exactly what she was going to do here.

She was going to climb a motherfucking tree.

Hell yes bro.

Of course, Hayley did not know how to climb trees. That thing she was just thinking, about how she wasn't a nature person- yeah, that worked here, too. Climbing trees involved physical strength and being outdoors and the possibility of getting hurt- yeah, no fucking thank you. Her cousins had tried to get her to do it once or twice but she'd always given them scathing looks and turned back to her Game Boy.

But here there weren't any Game Boys and there were a shitton of trees. And this one just wanted to be climbed. It had footholds for chrissake. And she wouldn't exactly be having much time to try this again, and it wasn't like getting hurt mattered all that much anymore, so- yeah. Fuck yeah. Climbing trees. She was on it. She took a deep pull of her cigarette, the last pull, flicking the butt away before hoisting herself into the lowest hanging branch on the tree.

And just like that- she was in a tree. Maybe three feet off the ground, yeah, but still it was fucking cool as shit and she found herself giggling like a five year old. Why haven't I done this before? ...Because fucking around in the trees when there's anything else in the world worth doing is stupid shit, yeah, that's why. But still, like...I feel like Tarzan or whatever. Or Jane I guess. ...Jesus dick I am like three feet in the air though, let's let this shit get real...

Very, very slowly raising herself so that she was stand on the branch, she looked for a way up. This tree looked like it was made to be climbed, really- the footholds she'd noted made good handholds too, and she was able to clamber up a bit higher, managing to get herself onto a second thick branch, maybe seven feet up, without much difficulty.

Alright, Hayley, focus. One more time...

The next branch was way further off, another five feet up- standing on the second branch she could just touch the third. So she had to climb a bit more, clinging for dear life onto those oh-so-convenient handholds, very nearly losing her grip more than once, until she finally collapsed onto that third branch, sweating and terrified and remembering that other reason why she didn't climb trees.

HOLY FUCK THIS IS HIGH.

Hayley Kelly was maybe just a tiny bit afraid of heights.

She was about twelve feet up now, and no way was she going to keep climbing- the next branch up that she'd be able to sit on, she couldn't even touch it. Besides that she had a vague idea that if she climbed much higher, she'd be risking death if she fell. This was fine, though- from this height she got a decent view of the forest around her, and as long as she clung to this damn branch like it was her fucking lifeline, she'd be okay up here.

Speaking of a decent view of the forest, there was two figures in the distance. Far enough away that she was reasonably sure they wouldn't see her unless they were searching- close enough that she could see that one was pointing something at the other one's head, and it probably wasn't a lollipop.

Also close enough to see that the one with something pointed at his head, the crouching one- it was Maxwell fucking Lombardi.

Holy shit. Why did he have to be so cute. And sociopathic. Whyyyy.

Hey, for now, she'd watch. This would be quite a show, hopefully. Hopefully this other guy didn't just pull the trigger, because that would be boring. She wished she had some popcorn, or another cigarette, but hey, no complaining about a free movie just because you get no food, right?

She'd wait and see.

Though, in her heart of hearts, who was she rooting for? It was pretty obvious. And pretty stupid. But hey, she couldn't help it, always with the weakness for the cute British boys...
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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That awkward moment when you're watching a boy you really shouldn't let yourself be anywhere near- for so many better reasons than typical teenage bullshit- in what could easily be the last moments in his life. Those last moments when you're not close enough to help, just close enough to witness, and you're kind of realizing, hey, in a way I was looking for him all along. Maxwell Lombardi, the indisputable king. Okay, no, Hayley hadn't literally been looking for him since the beginning, except maybe as an acceptable target. Someone she could kill and get away with, not feel bad about, maybe actually feel kinda heroic about, even. Because once upon a time Hayley'd woken up on this island and thought, okay, I'll kill immediate threats and I'll kill players. Player killer, that was a thing people talked about being on this show. And Maxwell Lombardi, he wasn't a player, he was the player. But, look, truth be told, she didn't give a fuck about any of the people he'd killed. They were bodies standing between her and home, bodies she would've probably dispatched herself, and hell, she should be thanking him for clearing out a good swath of her competition, right?

Right.

Maybe that was a little sociopathic.

Maybe just a little.

But it was also true, and who was Hayley to let what was right stand in the way of what was fucking logical?

So she had been looking for him, in a way. Since she decided that this player killer thing was bullshit, easier to cut the crap and just play the stupid game. Like killing killers makes you morally superior. And- okay, so Lombardi was dangerous, that was obviously true, considering the amount of kills he'd racked up. But was he deranged? She didn't think so, somehow. Lombardi just didn't...didn't seem like the type, from what she knew of him. He was more of the well I deserve to go home, and these guys don't, so I really might as well kill them type and hey, her philosophy was lining up with that more and more every day. Ever since she learned to let go. Was that really only, what, maybe eight hours ago? Felt like fucking years.

Anyway.

If he wasn't insane, and she knew Ema would disagree with her and so she'd never bothered to bring it up- he'd be a great ally. The best ally. The strongest player in the game for one, certainly someone she wanted on her side. And second, a huge draw for fire. Who'd want to kill Hayley Kelly when Maxwell freakin' Lombardi was right there? Though that probably wouldn't be necessary. The two of them, they could fucking obliterate the competition...maybe get some help from Ema, too. Sure, she'd have to trust him, that was always iffy, but eh. She and Ema could always take turns keeping watch at night, make sure he didn't slit their throats in their sleep...God, look at my life, this is the shit I'm worrying about. We've really been lax about security and shit...prioritizing. Hah. Oughta bring that up with Ema some time...

Okay, it wasn't as simple as she wanted it to be. It was...that word again, iffy. Quite iffy. Then again it wasn't like Hayley exactly had an unbiased opinion in the matter. She'd never been the best at not letting her heart rule her head. Maybe she had ulterior motives. No I do NOT have ulterior motives. This is strictly strategical strategy and things. I have Ema, remember? Ema is important. Ema is in fact fantastic. Be good, Hayley, foreign as that fuckin' word is.

Ulterior motives or not- the plan became kind of irrelevant when some other boy strolled up and pointed a gun at Lombardi's head.

And he hadn't fired it yet. Hayley couldn't hear any of the conversation, unfortunately, but clearly Lombardi was stalling something fierce, given that his brains hadn't been blown out on the dirt just yet. But the other boy hadn't moved his gun- just gotten his target to turn around- and the situation did not look good. From her point of view, at least. She spared a quick thought for all the people on this island, and back home, who'd be happy at the death of the boy, the man, really, whom they all believed was evil.

Maybe he was evil. Whatever. She spotted a camera nestled in a nearby tree and blew it a kiss. Whatever to the viewers back home. They weren't rooting for her, either, at least they shouldn't be rooting for her. She'd done some pretty shitty things. But she'd learned not to feel sorry for herself, and the viewers back home- what did their opinion matter? Being in St. Paul and being dead were essentially the same thing to her at this point. Two groups of people whose opinions were irrelevant.

She reached into her pocket. Glad that she'd done that easily-distracted small child run early, or else she'd have nothing to do here and there would go her plans. Well, she had Vera, but she didn't have a clear shot from where she was. She'd have to go with the more indirect route- a heart-shaped stone she'd found, hurled in the general direction of the two boys.

It didn't hit them, not even close, though she hadn't expected it to. It did, however, bounce off of a tree branch with a loud clunk and fall into a bush below, scaring off several birds and generally making a commotion. It would have to be enough. Maxwell'd have to figure out the rest on his own. And hey...she had faith in him. In a manner of speaking.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

Those Who've Known - V4
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This was kind of nice. Watching a fight instead of being part of it. She'd been a passive observer here before- days and days back, when Kyle was still alive, and she and him and Ema had waited patiently for a group that was lingering at the Groundskeeper's Hut to leave. But that was different, they arrived after a fight had clearly happened and been done with. There were bodies strewn about, yeah, but they were kind of just waiting around for a bunch of kids to stop talking and go away.

This was a fucking battle. And battles were cool. It's like watching Street Fighter, except it's in real life, and there's a lot more blood, so more like Mortal Kombat, except with less spines being ripped out...so it's not a perfect analogy. Whatever.

At any rate, Hayley watched, rather satisfied that her admittedly risky maneuver had obviously worked, as Maxwell had managed to get the jump on the other boy. And it was...it was a tense moment, it was a series of tense moments, battles often were, and there were times where she thought her tactic had been in vain. Moments where it looked like Maxwell Lombardi, prettyboy king of the island, was going to be dethroned by this nobody. And that was weirdly not okay with her. Sure she'd gotten on just fine so far without him, and sure, part of her realized he would be a bit of a liability at the end of the day, and sure, it would be good and just for him to die. A very small part of her, a minuscule part, even recognized that the boy was evil in a way that she wasn't, or at least, in a way she didn't see herself to be. On some level, she had doubts about this whole ally thing, the very thing she'd stuck her neck out for. Her neck, and a pebble.

But he was so cute though.

And British, don't forget British.

But hey, guess what, those tense moments were kind of irrelevant. Because Maxwell was ahead again, as he ought to be. He was winning, and this was going to be over soon, and before Hayley knew it, it was over. For the boy on the floor, it was all over. And even with all the things she'd seen, she winced at the sound of the boy's snapping neck.

Ouch.

And for a split second, she regretted throwing that rock.

Only a split second, though. The moment ended and she had things to do. Murderous Englishmen to talk to. Trees to...get out of. Oh god. Did not think this whole tree thing through. How the fuck am I getting down? I feel like a goddamn cat. She'd have to...the handhelds didn't look so easily to pull herself back down with, so she'd have to...oh fuck. Have to hang down from this branch and jump down to the next. Her fear of heights had been forgotten in her fascination at the struggle she was watching, but it came rushing back to her as she contemplated the ground and the long way down to it.

Not helping was how quickly Lombardi was moving. Packing up the other kid's things. Putting clothes back on.

Okay, Hayley. You can do this.


She jumped.


Or fell, really, from one branch to the next. She could only be thankful that the thump she made in doing so wasn't too loud. One more branch, then the ground, but Maxwell looked just about ready to go. No time for hesitation, Hayley was gonna have to-

Jump again.

Less gracefully this time, as she cut her arm on an obnoxiously pointy twig, but there was no time to worry about that right not. Scrapes were nothing. Maxwell was moving, and he was moving in the exact opposite direction from her. Christ, it was like she hadn't totally saved his life or anything, not that he had any way to know she'd done it, she supposed. Still, though. One more, now, come on, fuck, it was like three feet, she could just...

Right, it only felt tall because she was standing on it. She lowered herself onto the branch and slid down, easily, but now Maxwell Lombardi was out of sight and she was out of ideas. Given that she had the sense of direction of a thing-without-a-sense-of-direction, she sensed it wouldn't be a great idea to follow after him, as she would most likely lose both him and any idea of where her and Ema's campsite was. But...fuck, it was tempting. All these half-baked ideas she had, swimming in her head...all lost because this goddamn boy wouldn't fucking slow down.

Goddammit.

This all really felt like a colossal waste of time. Ah, well. Least the fight was entertaining.

[[Hayley Kelly continued in Confiscate the Crown]]
Edited by Hollyquin, Jun 24 2011, 01:03 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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