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They say the hangover after you get drugged and kidnapped by terrorists is the worst
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 05:55 PM (1,057 Views)
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As she groggily pushed herself up off the dusty and trash-laden floor, Candice's first thought was that she had always figured it was going to be at least another year or two before she experienced the sensation of waking up with only a vague recollection of what she had done last night to get her there.

Still half-asleep, she gazed at her surroundings for what must have been a few minutes before what she was seeing finally registered. Light was just beginning to peer in through the windows, delineating a clear line of airborne dust motes where the sun's rays had been blocked by building that stood outside the window across some kind of courtyard. Catching herself looking out the broken window at the rising sun, Candice realized it would be best to examine her immediate surroundings first.

And what dreadful surroundings they were. A bed whose mattress looked like it had been dragged out of a dump managed to indicate both that this room had at one time been a bedroom or dorm, and that "at one time" was probably not any time within Candice's lifespan. The broken glass window seemed to have been tastefully accessorized with a good number of broken glass bottles strewn about the room. If it weren't for the decent coating of dust that gave everything in the room a drab look to it and made it clear that Candice was the first to be in this room in possibly years, Candice would've concluded that last night had been one hell of a party.

Well, aside from the room looking like it was abandoned for quite some time, there was that thing from yesterday where terrorists told her to murder her classmates.


Candice cautiously looked out the window. A quick glance indicated that there was nobody there, which was a fact that she wasn't sure whether she should be happy about or not. She looked more intently, noting the building on the other side of the courtyard. The thought that there might be somebody else in that building looking back at her suddenly crossed her mind and sent a chill throughout her body.

Maybe standing next to the window wasn't such a good idea after all. Rather, was it bad that somebody might have already seen her and now knew where she was?


Candice moved towards the door to the room, stopping just before to give one last glance at the trashed dorm behind her. There'd been a black duffel bag with a prominent "G031" printed on the side on the floor next to where she'd been laying. What'd they said would be in it? Provisions? Better to take it with her than regret not having it later.

Grabbing the duffel bag and throwing the strap around her shoulder, Candice walked back towards the door and cautiously opened it, taking a step into the hallway beyond.

((G031 - Candice Banks: Start))
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Backed against the door and with an irate girl screaming in her face, Candice had to wonder if her judgement had always been this terrible.

So as she'd been leaving her room, there'd been these noises from the room next to her. In a situation where you're on an island with several dozen other people who might decide to kill you, it's not the sort of thing you'd want to just ignore, right? The smart thing to do would be to investigate, right? It's practically a no-brainer! Still cautious from her paranoia that somebody might've been watching her through the window, she'd even decided to go about this investigation cautiously.

Apparently, being "cautious" still doesn't prevent you from being scared to death when the door you were working up the courage to approach suddenly slams open and somebody starts shouting at you.

"Ca...Candice," she stammered.

As far as "Fight or Flight" reactions go, it... well, it wasn't really on either end of the scale. Rather, because Candice knew next to nothing about fighting, couldn't run a long distance to save her life, and was currently weighed down by a bag full of whatever that was going to hopefully keep her from starving to death, it was more the case that neither fight nor flight were viable options for her. Maybe in the end, "do what the other girl says" would really be the best option right now.

After all, so far nobody had taken any bullets to the head, so it's not like it wasn't working. Just cooperate and you won't have to fight or run away. Just do as the other person says and it'll be fine.

Just hope that both parties feel the same way. It's going to be fine right up until the other girl decides it's not fine.

You don't have to attack her, Candice, but you've never been a person who lets herself get pushed around by others and it's not the time to start that shit. Keep your composure, and stand your ground in your own way. It's just like being on stage, except instead of a bunch of people it's just one and instead of being a good distance away she's two feet from you and if things go bad she might try to kill you...

She took a deep breath, looking the other girl in the eyes.

"Candice Banks. That's who I am"
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The sudden sound of gunfire erupting throughout the hallway caused Candice to flinch back. Momentarily worried that some other crazy classmate had arrived or the nutjobs in charge of this horrorshow had decided to take matters into their own hands because the two girls weren't killing each other fast enough, she quickly realized that it had been caused by her new neighbor. Candice had been so focused on the fact that the other girl had been shouting and up in her face that she hadn't even registered that there'd been a gun in her hand until it went off.

Candice was also struck by the realization that she'd gone her entire life up until now without knowing how loud a gunshot was.

So this is all it took for one of us to snap, Candice thought. At this rate, we'll be down to the one survivor in no time.

Candice had expected her life to end shortly after the gunshots rang out in the abandoned building. After all, it's not like cowering against the wall with her arms pathetically raised in front of her face was going to be any help in protecting herself from bullets or anything. And yet, the expected pain failed to arrive. Was this other girl trying to intimidate her, or was she just whetting her appetite for violence before the kill? Looking up, she expected to see her psychopathic classmate emptying her weapon into everything in sight out of sheer rage. She instead found the complete opposite: a terrified girl who didn't know what to make of this situation they were in.

This other girl... Mia? Candice thought that the girl's name might have been something like that. At any rate, Mia had gone from "Terrifying" to "Terrified" so quickly, she'd become Candice's go-to mental image for when somebody used the word "Unstable". Prone to lash out at everything around her, then not understand why she'd done it three seconds after it was over. Changing attitudes at the drop of a hat. That was the first impression Candice got from her.

It was the first impression of a girl that Candice wanted nothing to do with.

A girl who would be nothing but a liability or an enemy.

Candice wondered if she would make it if she just walked away. Mia seemed like she was more surprised than angry at Candice right now, so it was a plan of action that probably had a good chance of success. Leave the girl behind, maybe see about meeting up with friends you know and can trust. Don't let the fox into the barn where all your eggs are, or whatever the applicable saying is for this situation. While telling herself that this would be for the best, and thinking things along those lines, Candice almost reached the decision to run away. Almost.

She hadn't yet turned away from Mia to begin her escape, though, which meant -- not knowing whether or not this was a mistake or not -- that she got one more look at the other girl.

A girl who couldn't even wrap her head around what was happening to her.

A girl whose entire life had been torn from her... no, one who had been torn from her entire life.

A frightened girl that Candice couldn't look at without thinking that she was staring into a goddamn mirror.


She wanted to reach out and do something supportive. Put her hand on Mia's shoulder, give her a hug, anything to show support. That's what would make Candice feel good if she were in Mia's situation -- no, what would make her feel better in her current situation. But her better judgement was telling her that doing something like suddenly touching Mia was not a good idea. Well, Candice was beginning to suspect that this madhouse was going to render her "better judgement" into nothing more than a crock of shit, but "no sudden moves" seemed to be sound advice no matter how you looked at it. She settled instead for just extending a hand in the other girl's direction.

"Confident" and "Reassuring" were the attitude she was going for, but based on how she couldn't seem to keep her hand steady it seemed as though she'd greatly missed her mark.

"L-Let's find someplace safer than the middle of a hallway for the time being, okay?"
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"Safety? That's on the..."

Candice's voice trailed off as she realized she had no idea as to the answer to Mia's question either. Safety? Why would she know where that is? The only answer she could think of at the moment was "try random buttons," and she somehow doubted that either of them would appreciate that answer.

She began to reach out to get the gun so she could inspect it more closely, but upon moving her hand just a few inches she froze. This was somebody who was at the end of her nerves and acting on a possibly literal hair-trigger. How would the other girl react if Candice made a move that could be interpreted as trying to arm herself? She quickly drew her arm back, grasping the strap of her bag to ensure that she didn't accidentally make any threatening idle motions.

"It's on-- um, try holding it, maybe? They'd put it someplace you could easily switch it on and off while holding it." Or was it that they'd put it out of the way, so you don't accidentally toggle it while holding it? Damn, maybe she should just keep her mouth shut on topics she didn't actually know anything about.

She felt sick at the thought that she was probably going to become much more familiar with guns in the next few days.

Candice forced that unpleasant thought out of her mind. She turned and walked into Mia's room, glancing casually around the room as though she was in the process of inspecting a new college dorm before moving in. It was her best attempt at pretending that she was in control of the situation and acting like they could afford to relax and take a breather.

It was an absurd attitude for the serious situation they were in, but the serious talk could wait. No, with how the two of them were at their wit's end, it had to wait.

"Anyway, they really started us out right next to each other, didn't they? Think all the other rooms are filled with other people, too?"

Well, it's highly likely there weren't any people here now, at least. Any people would have either heard the gunshots and either come to investigate or hauled ass in the other direction. It was something to talk about, though, even if the topic was pointless. Maybe it was even a good topic because it was pointless.

"Ah, your name is Mia, right?"
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At the mention of being watched, Candice found herself fighting the urge to glance at the corners of the room to see where the terrorists might have placed cameras. The fact that their every moves were being recorded and broadcast hadn't crossed her mind until now. Unfortunately, that knowledge and the sense of unease that accompanied it had now embedded themselves in her mind so deep that wild tractors couldn't pull it out of her. It was the feeling of every last ounce of stage fright she had ever felt packed into a single instant, and then repeated over and over and over again until she felt like going out and swimming as far as she could into the ocean because they might not have put cameras out there.

Why did you have to say that?

Since waking up this morning, Candice hadn't thought for an instant that anyone who saw her would think that she was staying cool and collected. She was almost at the end of her nerves and wasn't a good enough actor to convince anybody that she wasn't. Nobody was a good enough actor to pull that off. Trying to lie to others that she was totally keeping a clear head about her was a fool's errand, and she had no intention of chasing it.

She had thought, however, that she was at least good enough to lie to herself. That if she were to keep telling herself that she could handle it, the false confidence would at least prevent her from completely falling to pieces.

And then Mia had reminded her that everybody who knew Candice and who wasn't already on this godforsaken island would be privy to every detail of her descent to either a madman or a sobbing wreck. She honestly thought that Mia had dealt a greater blow to her morale with that single question than she did by screaming in her face and firing her gun off randomly.

"W-watching? I..."

She couldn't think of a response. Couldn't even dismiss the question or change the subject. There was some reply in the back of her mind, the part of her that still wanted to salvage her faux-confidence, something along the lines of "That's a good question, let's be sure to ask our parents when we make it back," but she couldn't muster the courage to say something so blatantly fake.

Above all, she couldn't give an honest answer.

The word "Honest" seemed like a joke in this situation, because for all that she couldn't get her mind of the thought of the people watching this, she also couldn't begin to consider what the better case would be. Would it be a blessing that her parents and sister could watch Candice's last days in some sort of twisted one-way communication? Would everybody be happier if the sum total of everybody's knowledge regarding her end was "Candice went to an island. She didn't come back"?

In the end, Candice couldn't bring herself to do anything but stare vacantly out the window. It was either that or curl up in a fetal position and cry.
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Should we go after her?

Catching up to her would take a bit of effort, sure. She'd gotten a little bit of a headstart -- Candice hadn't even noticed the girl in the doorway until she spoke up and was already on her way out -- a brief glimpse out of the corner of her eye was all that Candice had seen of her before she was down the hallway. But even so, they should be able to catch up with her if they hurried. It would just be a bit of sprinting.

Well, just that and the fact that Candice would have to drag herself away from dwelling on the people back home. Y'know, the same thing that led her to not notice the girl in the first place.

We should go after her.

Candice might not have known much about survival or how to deal with being locked on an island with busloads of potentially murderous classmates, but she felt that safety in numbers was clearly the way to go. It wasn't just about the thought of using superior numbers to win fights, rather she felt that with enough people the aggressors wouldn't even have the courage to attack because it would be such bad odds for them. Everybody would protect everybody else, and everybody would keep each other's morale from plummeting. That was basically what led to the developement of societies in the first place, right? It was clearly the best option.

It was also likely to result in you getting a bullet to your spine, courtesy of somebody that you trusted just a little too much.

That girl wouldn't want to take a pair of cock-ups like you anyways

Really, what point would there be in taking on allies who are just liabilities, anyway? Out of all the kids who had been dragged into this, it wasn't hard to imagine that you could find better allies than a mopey, out-of-shape coward and a trigger-happy girl with mood swings. Hell, even Candice was having trouble thinking of any of her classmates who would be a worse choice.

After all, shouldn't the two of them be dead by all rights? Whatever bad luck they must've had to be shoved into this hell, it had surely been balanced by the fact that the person who came to investigate them was just interested in giving free advice samples and not in building up their armoury.

The people who know how to survive can do so because they don't bring along dead weight like the two of us. People might be willing to lend a hand if you need it, but anybody who helps you when you're not able to pull at least a bit of your own weight is just going to get dragged down with you.

Stop acting like your life isn't currently in danger just because nobody's holding a gun to your head at the moment.


Candice wiped her eyes on her sleeve, belatedly realizing that they had been gifted with a perfectly good pack of tissues. She made a half-assed attempt at forcing a smile before stopping due to how blatantly fake it must have looked.

"Let's--We should probably find a different spot to hide," she said to Mia.

She shouldered the duffel bag she had been carrying around and took a few steps towards the door.

"We, ah... Maybe if we get a change of scenery... other side of this building... hell, even the other side of the island..."

Candice stopped a minute to let her mind catch up with her rambling. She also changed her mind yet again on how to try presenting her self and once again adopted the world's saddest excuse for a smile.

"Maybe if we get away from here we can try just starting everything over."
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Candice shook her head apologetically in regards to Mia's question.

"I'd just woken up when I met you. Aside from these two rooms, a hallway, and anything we can see out the window, I have no idea what's out there."

Well, if the two of them were going to try not failing at something for the first time today, taking steps to correct that lack of information seemed as good a course as any. The could put the decision on whether or not they should settle down somewhere off until they had a better idea what the options were.

"So... our destination should be 'someplace better than here, which will be determined once we're already there,' I guess?"

She paused for a second to think about how to further elaborate, only to realize that in her rambling she'd basically just come up with a clunkier way of repeating one of Mia's suggestions back at her.

"Umm, I guess 'wandering' would be it," she admitted sheepishly. "Sorry, I guess it's not really much of a plan."
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Candice didn't know if Mia was able to genuinely keep herself in high spirits, or if she was just faking it. Who knows, maybe she was just putting on an act because she thought Candice was on the verge of falling apart. Something like Candice's ridiculously pathetic fake smile, but more convincing.

Much more convincing. It didn't seem like a superficial, fake smile such as Candice's. It was as though Mia thought that there was actually something to be optimistic about... some kind of silver lining that Candice just couldn't find, even though she knew that they couldn't let themselves be frozen with despair.

Something to look forward to aside from a 1% survival rate, weighted in favor of the cruel and the ruthless.

Something to trust in on this island where yesterday's classmate was tomorrow's enemy.

Far from going "pretty well" so far, hadn't they been on a string of near-death experiences from the time they woke up this morning? They'd been on the verge of killing each other before they'd had a chance to say hello. They'd failed to notice somebody sneaking up on them, and only luck meant that it wasn't somebody hostile. They'd made a poor impression on that same person, ruining any chance of convincing them to work together.

All right? Just where were you looking to see something like that?

Well, Mia was armed, at least. It might have nearly gotten Candice killed earlier, but they weren't in danger of being bumped off by the first nutjob with a pockeknife that they were to run into. That was a plus, of sorts.

A group of only two people was small, but it was still safer than being alone. There was the emotional component, too... regardless of whether Mia's attitude was fake or genuine, it was comforting nonetheless.

Hell, if you set aside Mia's earlier outbursts, she seemed much more stable now. Maybe a change of scenery and a chance to talk things out was really all that they needed.


Desperately clinging to those few positive facts, Candice followed Mia down the hall.

At the very least, I guess this could be a lot worse.


((Candice Banks continued in "Go to a school trip they said, it will be fun they said..."))
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