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Plutonian Wharf; Open
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 06:19 PM (889 Views)
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He had never seen the ocean before, and now he was likely going to spend the rest of his life surrounded by it, Arthur realized.

[B043 - Bernstein, Arthur: Game Start]

What surprised him most when he woke up was just how calm he was. Of course, he spent a few minutes curled up in a ball in the grass next to the docks, trying to convince himself that he was dreaming and desperately attempting to wake up, but after he accepted the fact that, yes, he was indeed on Survival of the Fittest, he found himself strangely at peace. He sorted through his duffel bag routinely, as if it was his own backpack that he took to school every day (the same backpack that he found, empty except for the book he was reading, just a few feet away from him). He read the enclosed survival guide quickly, ate one of his food bars, and studied the map all while sitting in the prickly grass. He was oblivious to his surroundings for the better part of his time awake.

Survival of the Fittest was something that he was scared that his sister, Marie, would be selected for, never himself. Several times he had considered the possibility, but he decided that the chances of it happening to her were slim. If there was one positive of being on the island that Arthur could think of, it was that he was there instead of his sister. That fact alone helped him calm down in those first few fateful minutes. The surrounding blue waves, gently bouncing up and down, was another sight that helped Arthur stay calm. It was oddly hypnotic.

He made the decision for himself to not get mad at his assigned weapon, a flimsy paintball gun. After he had finished reading the survival guide, he spent a few minutes toying with the thing, careful to learn just how it worked in case he needed to use it. Sure, it wouldn't do any real damage, but the paint would be annoying, right? Arthur had never fired a gun before, let alone a paintball gun, so getting the toy-like weapon was something he appreciated. If Marie was watching, she'd probably find the paintball gun funny, he reckoned. Some humor to help her digest the situation.

He was going to get back to her. He had to. Arthur knew he wouldn't play the game, but he swore to himself that, in some way, he'd make it back to his sister.

A commotion on the dock not too far away from him interrupted his study. It looked to him like someone - no, two someones - had woken up on the cold concrete floor, and had begun to talk to each other. He recognized the first of the boys, Jasper, from his time on the soccer team, and the other, Henry, from passing in the hallways, but he had no lasting connection with either of the boys. He watched, silently, as Henry consoled Jasper with a wide grin, staying put when Jasper jumped back in pain from his duffel bag. He watched Henry try to patch Jasper up and smiled. That kind of caring attitude Arthur respected, but it also let him know that the two were likely not a threat.

Allies would be valuable on the island, especially allies as caring as Henry appeared to be. Arthur folded his map up and put it into his pocket, slung his pack over his shoulder, and walked towards the two sitting on the dock at a relaxed pace, holding his paintball gun. He didn't so much as flinch as Jasper stood up and threw his bottle off of the concrete platform. Sure, he didn't agree with the decision, but he knew he didn't have any right to argue the decision. At the very least, the bottle wasn't being thrown in his direction.

"Hey," Arthur half-shouted, as he got within earshot, "You guys still need a hand?"
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~

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MAYBE: V?
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"No fishing gear here," Arthur said, smiling as he got closer to the two boys. He stopped walking just a few feet away from the pair and set his bag down on the concrete ground. Henry had momentarily appeared startled as he almost took a tumble over his own weapon, but Arthur saw no fault in such a reaction. He was just happy the two had welcomed him with open arms into their little gathering. It was nice to be in good company.

"I'm guessing that whip's what you got, Henry," Arthur said, looking at the whip hanging at the boy's side. The whip looked dangerous for sure, far more dangerous than anything Arthur had on him, but judging from Henry's display just moments ago, he still didn't have quite a good grasp on how it worked yet. "You should try and be a little more careful with it," Arthur added. He didn't want to see Henry get hurt, or anybody for that matter.

He noticed Jasper taking a look at his paintball gun. "You wanna hold it?" Arthur offered, holding the gun in front of him, muzzle pointed straight down, "It's just a paintball gun. No harm to be done." Arthur's tone was as welcoming as he could muster, but humorless, the oddness of the situation lost on him. Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur could see a fish or two swimming in the water below, just a few inches below the surface of the water. They looked peaceful and content with themselves, happy to swim in the same circles every day as long as it meant safety. To them, today was just another day, living the same life. Arthur didn't feel like disturbing that peace, not today.

"Anyway," Arthur said, posing a more open question to the group, "What do you two plan on doing? Anything in mind, or were you just planning on staying here a bit longer?"

The fish swam in the water all the while, circling each other in the morning light.
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~

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MAYBE: V?
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As Jasper handed back the paintball gun to Arthur, Henry asked if Arthur had any ammo inside. "Yes," Arthur answered, "I checked it over earlier, when I woke up." Henry went on to explain that the two planned on staying around the docks for a little while longer, and that they were looking for materials to make a fishing rod. Arthur was a little concerned that Henry was still thinking about fishing, but otherwise had no practical objections. If they could catch and cook fish, it'd taste a lot better than the protein bar he had earlier.

Jasper pointed at the storehouse building in the distance, Arthur turned and looked in its direction. He hadn't done much in the way of studying it before, but now that he looked at the building he noticed that perched on top was a run down helicopter. Though the presence of a helicopter pad on the map was clear to him, he doubted that the people who brought him here would leave such an obvious means of escape, if not for a trap. The other two hadn't mentioned it yet, though, so Arthur kept from mentioning it either.

"I mean, it's worth a shot," Arthur replied, "It's a pretty big building." Arthur was pretty sure that finding twine somewhere inside the warehouse was likely, and sticks would be easy enough to gather outside. What worried him about the warehouse was the presence of his classmates. Some would be playing, he figured, and even though there were three of them together, Arthur knew that there were stronger students out there too, with weapons more lethal than anything he had yet seen. That these two were the type more likely to throw weapons away rather than put them to use only worried Arthur further.

But he wasn't going to let the two of them go in there alone. If he did that, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night. These weren't just random people he was stranded with, these were his classmates, and two of them that he liked, for that matter.

"What do you guys think?" He asked, "Ready to head over there?"
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~

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MAYBE: V?
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As Jasper and Henry walked ahead of him, Arthur took one last look at the fish circling around in the water below. They looked just as peaceful as they had before, content to swim in a circuit around the side of the docks. He smiled at their happiness, their purity. He wished he could be one of them, just for a little while, swimming around with nothing to worry about.

Jasper and Henry were good kids. He was glad he had run into such nice people early on. Arthur felt at ease, a momentary peace settling in his toes. He walked after them, eager to explore the storehouse ahead. No matter if there were other people waiting in the storehouse, weapons at the ready. Arthur knew that he'd be fine as long as he had friends at his side to watch his back.

The day had barely started, and already Arthur was feeling hopeful. He walked over to join his friends.

[Arthur Bernstein continued in Self Doubts and Hurricanes.]
~~~~~ Creativity's Burning Pyre ~~~~~

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DEAD: V6

MAYBE: V?
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