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Nobody Wants This; Max and Becca/Paulo
Topic Started: Jul 12 2013, 01:12 PM (3,535 Views)
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((Joey Caputo, Rosemary Michaels, and Meera Stele continued from Drip drop.))

Finally they were in town. The streets looked like they longed to be walked on again, the town wasn't just abandoned, it was empty of all life and realness. Joey pressed out his lips to start a whistle.

Fire and steel cut through the air, stifling all other sound with its roar.

He flinched. He jumped a few inches in the air and turned around, looking around for the attacker. The shots hadn't been too loud, must have been a ways away. Somebody was nearby, and somebody was, or had been, in trouble. They had to act. They needed to get to the scene and figure out what needed to be done. Whether it was saving another student and growing their numbers or capturing the terrorist coming for the body, standing around wasn't an option. He turned back to look at the girls for a second, cocking his head towards the direction of the sound.

They couldn't afford to miss anything.

His hand moved to the strap of the bag to keep it on his shoulder as he ran. The other hand fumbled with the zipper before digging in to pull out the trusty knife. Joey wasn't trained for running, but his loud, heavy footsteps sounded like they meant business. Kiki the kukiri emerged from the bag, the sunlight reflecting off her blade back up into the sky.
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


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A contestant, a seeker, an abstainer, a klutz, a case of survivor guilt, a repenter, a star crossed lover, a star crossed lover, a damsel in distress, a hot mess, an inspired dreamer, an unwanted ally, a pawn
B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
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Rosemary signaled to be quiet. That was probably best. If somebody had a gun and was shooting people, barging into the scene with a knife drawn probably wasn't the best idea. That was why they had Rosemary along, she was the brains. Joey gave a curt nod to show he understood. Proceeding ahead slower and more quietly now. Rosemary had her knife out and was hanging near Meera. Smart again, Meera wasn't armed. She had some kind of joke weapon he couldn't remember right now.

Charging the scene was stupid. Joey ducked behind a building on the corner and beckoned the girls over. Peeking his head out to see if there was anything in the distance. There was a person standing in a doorway. He couldn't tell who it was right away from the strange angle. Joey poked his head out farther. It was Paulo, he had a twin or something. Looked and acted kinda brawly, but wasn't big. What was he doing here? Did he have anything to do with or know anything about the shot fired?

If he had a gun, they couldn't take him. Three shots would be all he needed to beat three kids with two knives. He had range, their only advantage was that they had stealth.

He wasn't the strategist.

"Whadda we do?"
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


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A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
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Joey nodded and took Rosemary's bag. The girl had cajones. He pulled the strap over his opposite shoulder, the weight was slight, for him at least, and didn't impede his range of motion.

Rosemary was ready to try sneaking over, and she definitely was more agile that Joey could claim to be, especially now that he was doubled up on duffel bags. He rotated the knife in his palm as he thought.

"Alright, you cross the street, I'll come up on the other side. Not letting you go up to a killer with a gun completely alone."

He looked back to Meera. She had no weapon, and they had three bags to protect.

"You wanna hang back and watch all these?" His voice trailed off, not wanting to completely split up the group and leave a member behind unprotected.

"You can hold onto this, I'll just tackle him if he tries anything."
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


G009 Cassidy Kant
A contestant, a seeker, an abstainer, a klutz, a case of survivor guilt, a repenter, a star crossed lover, a star crossed lover, a damsel in distress, a hot mess, an inspired dreamer, an unwanted ally, a pawn
B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
A victim, a survivor, a team player, a doubter, a hunter, a person, a schemer, an instructor, a nomad, a deserter, a self-appointed savior, a repenter, a failure, a hypocrite's scapegoat

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Rosemary took control of the situation quickly, and Paulo dropped his weapon. Joey hustled up to the scene for backup, just in case. Paulo didn't have a gun, but he was cooperating.

The body. Becca. Becca's body. There wasn't any part of her left in it, it was just a bag a blood she'd existed in. Now she was dead, dead as shit. Her blank face was a testimony to that.

Joey felt himself inching back in his own body, despite standing still. This was jarring, this was horrifying, and this is what the rest of them were in for if they couldn't figure anything out.

He just stared. The collar around her neck was the same as the one around his. Rosemary and Meera had them too. Paulo probably had one on, but Joey couldn't drag himself to check.

With all the deaths from yesterday, he couldn't remember the exact number, and Becca's, it became clear that this game wasn't ending in stalemate. The number of combatants was dwindling down, and the number of safe zones would be declining as well. They needed to stop this before it could pick up anymore speed. Paulo's innocence seemed to check out. Rosemary had a knife on him, leaving for a second would be fine.

"We got our body. I'll go help Meera with the bags."

Joey dragged himself away from the scene, the image still burned into his brain. He could come back and stare again later. Or maybe he would be smarter and just not look when he came back. He didn't much to say to anybody about it, hopefully somebody could provide a distraction. A plan to escape would be better, but a distraction would be enough for now.

He found Meera back where he'd left her, all the bags still present. He grabbed two and cocked his head towards the music store.

"It's safe, come on up... There is a body, though."
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


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B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
A victim, a survivor, a team player, a doubter, a hunter, a person, a schemer, an instructor, a nomad, a deserter, a self-appointed savior, a repenter, a failure, a hypocrite's scapegoat

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"We just got here too, buddy. Alright, so nobody here dunnit. Did you see anything?"

He couldn't stop staring. She was dead. Dead as hell. Dead in hell? What happened to her afterwards? There was a lifeless body there, but had anything become of it's spirit, or had her mind simply faded out like an ending song.

He waited a moment for Paulo to answer his question. He didn't really care for the answer, but Rosemary and Meera needed proof of his innocence. The fact that he hadn't attacked yet didn't seem to be enough.

"What do we do with it?"

Were they defending the body? Were they playing CSI and looking for close to the murder? Was somebody going to try CPR on this bloody mess?

He scratched the back of his head as he thought. The feel of the metal around his neck made him flinch.

He looked to Becca's collar. Still in tact, almost darkly pretty looking. The things needed to come off. Garrett had mentioned that they probably didn't work, and nobody seemed to be too concerned about them anymore. Rosemary's plan made a whole lot more sense now.
Edited by umop-ap!sdn, Aug 7 2013, 03:25 AM.
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


G009 Cassidy Kant
A contestant, a seeker, an abstainer, a klutz, a case of survivor guilt, a repenter, a star crossed lover, a star crossed lover, a damsel in distress, a hot mess, an inspired dreamer, an unwanted ally, a pawn
B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
A victim, a survivor, a team player, a doubter, a hunter, a person, a schemer, an instructor, a nomad, a deserter, a self-appointed savior, a repenter, a failure, a hypocrite's scapegoat

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Joey moved over to the corner farthest from the body. If the terrorists were to come and pick her it up, he would be able to hear them. It was getting late now, and he was exhausted. He pulled out a power bar and turned to face the wall. The faded posters were far more pleasant to look at, and could even be interesting if he stared long enough. Combined with fatigue and the distinct taste of energy bar, his mind would be distracted enough.

"Let's crash then. I'll stay here in case somebody comes for the body, you guys can sleep next door."

He sipped his water. He didn't have many water bottles left. It wasn't even like he could budget them, he had no idea how much longer he would be alive. Things had seemed almost hopeful until today. The announcements. Their failure to confront and talk to Theo on time. The body. The fact that he'd spoken face to face with a murderer just a day ago. It was too much to swallow.

He swallowed, the large bite of bar squeezed itself down his throat. He winced and coughed before taking another sip of water. The bars were too solid and chewy to take such big bites of. The next one would have to be smaller.

Fuck it. He couldn't eat.

Joey signed and wrapped the bar up as much as he could before throwing it back in the bag. He slipped his knife underneath the bag for easy access just in case a terrorist showed. Grunting slightly as he flopped his big torso down, he rested his head on the bag and begged for sleep to come.

...

The second announcements came like a cheery, terrible weather forecast. The fucking guy might as well have been reading them the specials for dinner that night. Somebody got killed with a snow globe, something about gravity, communication... Joey folded the bag over to cover his ears. If there was ever a wake up call he wished he could sleep through, it was this one.

He tried to tune it out, but the familiar names couldn't be filtered away. Francis was dead, Miranda speared somebody, Jaquilyn Locke was playing? SUMMER? Was she with Baxter? Was Baxter okay?

And Theo. Theo was now a triple killer. Fuck everything and anything, the kids were killing each other. Paulo's name didn't seem to have come up, but Joey's bag filter may have just filtered it out. He looked up at Meera and Rosemary. They were as directionless as ever, and lucky they hadn't actually been apart of anything announcement worthy. It was only a matter of time before there were more danger zones and they'd be forced into the same area as the killers.

Becca's body was still there. Either the terrorists didn't collect the bodies, of they didn't want to fuck with Joey the powerhouse. If anybody here could diffuse a bomb, it was her. Meera might be smart, but Rosemary was a certified tutor, who had proved her smarts to Joey on several occasions.

He went to where the girls were sleeping, they had probably had the same awakening he did. There was no time for good mornings.

"Rosemary. We need to get these collars off."
Edited by umop-ap!sdn, Aug 12 2013, 03:15 PM.
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


G009 Cassidy Kant
A contestant, a seeker, an abstainer, a klutz, a case of survivor guilt, a repenter, a star crossed lover, a star crossed lover, a damsel in distress, a hot mess, an inspired dreamer, an unwanted ally, a pawn
B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
A victim, a survivor, a team player, a doubter, a hunter, a person, a schemer, an instructor, a nomad, a deserter, a self-appointed savior, a repenter, a failure, a hypocrite's scapegoat

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((I have no idea what's going on with Paulo but will edit accordingly as needed.))

The body was just as it had been the day before, maybe looking a little stiffer. Joey couldn't get close to it. It was too terrible. The blood pooled around it seeped into the clothes, and a smell was now noticeable. He wondered if their bodies would smell the same. He wondered if they would all be in one place, or scattered around. If they would all be killed, or take out each other. He shook his head.

Rosemary was going to remove this collar. She was going to figure out how they worked, and they would all be free. It would then just be a game of avoiding the terrorists until rescue came. Or maybe it would become a war between the students and the terrorists. They only needed one make a deal. If they could only get off the fucking collars and stand a chance. Rosemary needed to hurry, he couldn't take the anxiety.

"Alright, let's get that one off, and then our own. I'll betcha they aren't even armed."
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


G009 Cassidy Kant
A contestant, a seeker, an abstainer, a klutz, a case of survivor guilt, a repenter, a star crossed lover, a star crossed lover, a damsel in distress, a hot mess, an inspired dreamer, an unwanted ally, a pawn
B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
A victim, a survivor, a team player, a doubter, a hunter, a person, a schemer, an instructor, a nomad, a deserter, a self-appointed savior, a repenter, a failure, a hypocrite's scapegoat

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It exploded. It actually exploded. Rosemary's hands and front were now blood spattered, and Becca's head was now separate from her body. The collars worked. The collars removed heads.

Football was a sport of fearlessness. Joey had always been able to swallow fear when it mattered, and charge into the kid facing him. Even as a short guy, Joey had always known that he had the heart and the balls to put up a fight. That was all this was. A fight between him and the terrorists. Between them and the terrorists. Rosemary had failed once, but they had purpose. They had resolution. They had drive.

"You have to try again."

She started to argue, but he interrupted. They needed a miracle.

"Just...don't do... whatever you did... that time."

Keep it simple, keep everybody calm. They needed a volunteer. He pulled her hands away from the mess and looked her in the eye.

He'd heard different versions from different coaches and trainers. He needed to get Rosemary into the warrior mindset, now. He offered a weak smile to Meera, who was nearby.

"We gotta overcome fear to truly be free... Right?" He turned around and leaned his head forward.

She had this. She'd messed up once, she wouldn't again. She couldn't. She was too smart to. Rosemary Michaela had kept him motivated through finishing his seemingly impossible homework, he was returning the favor. They would all be thankful in a few minutes once his collar was off. They'd stop the killing and show everybody that it wasn't the only option.

"Joey, I can't! What if-"

"N' what if we don't get them off? We get murdered by our fuckin' fri-classmates, or we get fuckin' blown up anyways!"

He was shaking now. This was it. Something was going to happen, and it was going to change everything. Everything.He was going to be Joe Caputo, the kid who stepped up and helped figure out how to outwit the terrorists. He'd be on every talk show, being asked about this moment. He'd be immortalized, a public figure, a head note in a history book detailing how Survival of the Fittest was shut down forever. He, Rosemary, and Meera would be dubbed some catchy nickname and get medals of courage or something.

Rosemary still needed the encouragement. He didn't feel her fingers on his neck, now the end of the scissors poking at the temporary necklace. What had she always said to him when geometry got difficult, what did she need to hear?

"Take a minute, get yourself together..."

She needed to succeed. She would succeed. Even if she got it on her third try, that wouldn't be good enough for him. The collar was coming off. It would fall away from his neck and he would be surprised by how much the skin underneath itched and how cool the air felt on it.

"...and you'll get it on the next try."
It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


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A contestant, a seeker, an abstainer, a klutz, a case of survivor guilt, a repenter, a star crossed lover, a star crossed lover, a damsel in distress, a hot mess, an inspired dreamer, an unwanted ally, a pawn
B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
A victim, a survivor, a team player, a doubter, a hunter, a person, a schemer, an instructor, a nomad, a deserter, a self-appointed savior, a repenter, a failure, a hypocrite's scapegoat

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Joey looked back at Rosemary's relieved face as she reached for the collar. His shoulders relaxed, his heartbeat was picking back up. The hardest part was just about over. Her fingers poked between his skin and the metal and began to remove it.

He was tugged forward. He took a small step, not anticipating the pull. He started to look down, confused when it sounded.

"No."

Beep.

It was identical to the tone that had come from Becca's collar. This one sounded louder. Closer.

Rosemary's fingers forced more of themselves between Joey and the collar. He could see the panic in her eyes. He could hear it in her voice. He could feel it in her pulls.

She was hurting him... and he was about to die.

beep.

He looked back and forth between them frantically. Meera was grabbing at Rosemary's shirt to pull her back. She knew too. He saw it on both of their faces. Everything sounded as if it was being heard from underwater. Foggy. Faded. Distant.

His body didn't know what to do with the adrenaline.

beep.

As much as he wanted the collar to break in her hands and free him, it felt like his neck would snap long before any part of the collar gave. He grabbed Rosemary's wrists and pulled them away. They went limp in his hands, he pulled them out.

beep.

She was frantic. Lucky them for being able to still decide what they wanted to feel. Panic, guilt, fear. They had time to figure it out. He just had moments left.

beep.

He couldn't pick to an emotion. Denial, panic, and terrible disappointment all fought over which emotion was dominant.

beep.

Meera was still holding the shirt. Joey nodded, Rosemary was too close.

beep.

He pushed her back. The explosion wou-

beep.

-ld take off her fing-

beep.

-ers if she-

beep. beep.

His hands flew to the collar.

beep. beep.beep.

With a final tug, he accepted that it was not coming off. He tried to shout over the successive, quickening beeps.

"DON'T WORRY!" He stepped back quickly away from them, stopping once his back hit the wall. "FIND ANOTHER WAY!"

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeeeeeep-

He hardly heard the start of the detonation.

B034, JOEY CAPUTO: DECEASED


It's kiss or kill and shoot to thrill when you do what you do.
I would not die for anyone, but I would kill for you.


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B034 Joey Caputo
A scout, a follower, a tracker, a rebel without a cause, a slaughtered guinea pig
G017 Jaquilyn Locke
A victim, a survivor, a team player, a doubter, a hunter, a person, a schemer, an instructor, a nomad, a deserter, a self-appointed savior, a repenter, a failure, a hypocrite's scapegoat

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