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Call Me Maybe; trigger warning: transphobia
Topic Started: Aug 26 2016, 07:48 PM (1,545 Views)
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Enzo missed their phone.

Of all the things to be upset about, that shouldn't have been high on anyone's list. Yet, of all the things from this fucked up situation that they found really, truly getting to them was that those jackasses had taken their damn phone.

Would this whole death-murder-die business be better if they had it?

To be honest, on the overall balance of things? Yes, actually. It really kind of would. Not like, by huge amounts or anything, but it would at least let Vincenzo feel like they were doing something in SOME way worthwhile. Worthwhile in an incredibly morbid and gallows humour kind of way, but sometimes all you had was laughter.

"Imminent death problems!"

Enzo dropped dramatically to their knees.

"STEVE STILL OWES ME FIVE BUUUUCKS!"


...Well, script needed work. They'd get there.

And now they were visiting the 'ar', if the sign was to be believed.

Enzo didn't really know if they wanted to go inside or not. Drinks weren't really their thing. Maybe it would be worth giving the place a once over, just to make sure it was safe. With a deep breath, they wedged their hands into the front pocket of their hoodie and walked around to the other side of the building.

Oh hey, that was... a girl. Her name- uh... her name was... right, right, Tessa! Not somebody they really knew very well. Cochise wasn't a big enough school for there to be too many mysteries amongst the student body, but hey, social circles were a thing, and she wasn't in Vinny's. In any case, she was, or maybe had been looking over her map. Which was a good idea and something that Enzo probably should have thought of actually doing some time ago.

They raised a hand, wiggled it in a tiny little wave. "Yo."
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The situation was now Awkward.

It wasn't often that Vinny found themselves at a loss for what to say, but in this scenario, they well and truly had no idea what to say. Having explosives strapped around one's neck (and all the attendant fun and games coming with said leashbombs) was pretty much hell on small talk.

'How's the weather?'

'Oh, fine, fine. Sunny with a chance of death.'


...Enzo missed their phone.

Probably, they were best off just leaving the conversation at that. Vinny didn't know Tessa, and given the circumstances, there were more pressing concerns than just being rude. Like, sure they could stay and try and pick the brains of someone they knew virtually nothing about, or alternatively, Enzo could dedicate time to actually tracking down people they were close to- and holy shit they had actually just had that actual thought.

Well, Enzo felt like a horrible person now.

Gee, someone not being in their personal circle apparently now meant fair game to just walk off and leave them. How messed up was that? Trust aside, not being friends was no reason to abandon someone on Death Island. Hell, maybe Tessa neither wanted or needed Enzo's company, but that didn't mean they shouldn't at least ask.

Of course, just as they opened their mouth to speak again, someone called a warning from behind them. Crap. Just when they were trying to deal with one person, someone else was coming along-

"Sardine!"
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Cameron. Damn-diddly-yes it was Cameron. One of Enzo's best friends, period and hell, there may have been better situations to run into her, but beggars couldn't be choosers and Vinny had their cap in their hand right about now. Point was that they could work with Cameron being here, they could actually - shit, how were there any words to properly describe it? Cameron was just reassurance, flat out. She didn't always get Vinny, but she tried to get Vinny, and that counted just as hard.

Another girl from their year was with Cameron too - Melanie, someone that Enzo knew decently, if not super close to. They played soccer together now and then, a couple of kickabouts around campus and one or two around town. She'd - what with Cameron being favouring her leg and the comment about taking a trip, clearly been helping Cameron out, which Enzo definitely appreciated. Help their friends and that scored big points in Vinny's book. What could they say? They were a simple person.

Flagrant lies. Vincenzo thought they had a vine about that one, actually.

"Oh you know, great as always," Vinny breezed past Melanie picking up on sardines, because that wasn't how they rolled, and then shrugged. "Haven't been inside yet. I guess you might get lucky, Longjohn."

They tossed a glance over their shoulder, back at Tessa, and then returned their attention back.

"It's good to see you, Sardine. Let's get that foot elevated at least, right?"
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Tessa wasn't hearing anything of it. Vinny's smile slid a little. Pretty good way to make their mood start to sour was talking shit about their friends, and where'd Tessa get off on calling Cameron a liar, anyway? This was Cameron, one of Vincenzo's best friends, and just as importantly, had no sensible reason to lie. They trusted one another, right? The other possibility was that Cameron was lying straight to Vinny's face, and the idea was so ridiculous that Enzo would have laughed if it didn't piss them off. Well - that wasn't one hundred percent true. Enzo would have laughed if the sight of Cameron wasn't the sole bright spot in what was shaping up to be a very fucked up time indeed. Could they really be blamed for attempting to salvage a little bit of good cheer?

Before Enzo could bite Tessa's head off, though, Melanie neatly covered for them, drawing attention to just how little sense the accusation made and going a fraction of the way towards restoring Vinny's good- no good wasn't really going to cover it- Vinny's better mood. Yes, nice job Melanie. They got into a fight and then stuck around together? That was the cute implication, the funny one. The crueller and more disconcerting one, however, was what Tessa was actually getting at. Some other kind of fight. Cameron was injured because she'd got into a confrontation and been hurt as a result... and the other person? They were lying dead on the ground back somewhere.

Thinking like that turned Enzo's stomach, and drove a fizzing spike of anger deep into their core. Tessa wasn't calling Cameron a liar. She was calling her a murderer, or at least hinting around the edges of it.

And she just kept talking.

They folded their arms.

"Listen, Roswell. I don't care about the conspiracy theories. Maybe you're right about them, hell if I know. But that-" they jerked a their head back at Cameron. "Is one of my best friends, and you're talking shit. And not only are you talking shit, but you don't even have the guts to come out and say what it is you actually mean," the words felt like poison in their mouth. "So either 'be straight' and say that you think she got hurt killing someone, or, if that's all of a sudden not what you meant, then shut the fuck up."
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Tessa blanked them. Jerk.

They did appreciate Cameron connecting the dots and laughing, though. That made everything feel a little bit more normal. Which still meant they were levelling out at ridiculously far from normal altogether, but hey, one step at a time and maybe they'd walk on water all the way back home.

Vinny raised both arms, wiggling their fingers. They were tempted to make ghost noises.

"Oh okay. 'Things that've happened'. Sure. Those vague and nebulous 'things' that don't actually add up to anything. Thanks for that, Roswell. Gone a real long way to showing that you're not talking shit. Wait, no. The exact opposite. You've gone backwards. Nice."

They didn't make much of an effort not to glower. Enzo was starting to feel like a lot less of an asshole for wanting to pass up Tessa for people they knew better, which so far as they were concerned, was entirely her fault for continuing to act like this. Their estimation did not rise when Tessa nudged open her bag, revealing something Enzo had seen before only in dumb shooting games.

"I liked what you said up until you flashed the fucking landmine, Roswell. There are ways to set up warnings without blowing people up! Are you insane?"
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So, base camp, kinda.

They managed to spend the night there and Enzo was just glad that Cameron, hurt as she was, had the opportunity to lay back and quite literlaly put her feet up. Unfortunately it was also way way too much time to think.

Vinny was twitchy, there were no two ways about it. Every sound had their hair standing on end, heart hammering a thousand beats a second. What if that gust of wind brought with it someone else? What if that startled animal was a sign of an approaching person?

Enzo felt horrible looking at things that way. They didn't want to have to be paranoid. Hated, hated, hated it. They wanted to trust the people at Cochise, they really did.

Only, them being who they were, Enzo knew that it wasn't always so simple. It wasn't just a matter of it being bad people doing bad things. There were classmates, schoolmates at Cochise that had hounded Enzo, there were people that Enzo hadn't liked just because. In a situation like this, was it really so far from harassment to... to...

Fuck.

And morning brought with it those horrible truths.

Enzo hunched over. Their back and neck were killing them. Bad night on a lumpy, mouldering sofa, call it.

They knuckled their eyes wand blinked back threatening tears. That wasn't right. This wasn't right.

"Would rather..." they trailed off, shook their head. "I wanna be safe, y'know, Cam? But we have friends out there."
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Enzo folded their arms. Let out a breath.

They were this close to biting Tessa's head off. They wanted to cry and scream simultaneously, and Tessa's constant niggling smugness was not helping in the slightest. Where was she even getting off right now? Was she some kind of freaking robot? Enzo was having emotions - so fucking sue them. It was worse - way, way, way, worse, to act like this somehow wasn't bothering them. Newflash. It really fucking was. People were dead. d.e.a.d. Here. Now.

How was that something worth being so blasé about?

"Explain."

Short, clipped.

Enzo didn't say that if the next word out of Tessa's mouth wasn't the start of actual sense they were out of there.

But they were feeling it one hundred percent of the way. Last chance, Tessa, last fucking chance.
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Tessa spoke, Vinny listened.

And she... actually made a fair shake more sense than Enzo had expected. There was a switch.

Okay Vincenzo didn't really know a whole lot about radio technology, to be fair. Their technical know-how extended about as far as stream set-ups and computer specs. However, what Tessa was saying was pretty much the most logic that had come out of her mouth since... pretty much they started things off on the original sour foot.

The collars weren't made of magic. If the terrorists had the ability to set them off, then it only followed that the ability had to come from somewhere. Radio signals... that just made sense. How else would they do it? Freaking morse code?

Old school SOTF!

"Now you will die! Dash, dot, daaash, dot..."

"...Uh..."

"Wait for it- dot, dash..."

*boom*


...

Fuck, this place was making them morbid.

Of course, just as soon as Vinny started considering the idea, actually, genuinely considering it, the more a faint kindling, flicker of hope began to burn, Cam broke back in with reality.

Shit. Right. They were being watched. Constantly.

The idea might have worked, but laid out in the open like that and...

Dammit. It was dead in the water before the ship was even launched.

Their shoulders drooped a little.

"Yeah," they answered Cameron softly. "Let's get out of here, Sardine," they headed over to the door, offered Cameron their shoulder to lean on, but before they began to walk, briefly glanced back. "Hey, look, Roswell. Don't get yourself killed, okay?"

Like it meant anything.

Like walking away felt as if they were doing anything other than seeing someone for the last time.

((Vincenzo Gatti continued Shock Me))
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