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Two Mules for Sister Sara.; Open.
Topic Started: Sep 15 2016, 04:29 PM (881 Views)
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(Scout Pfeiffer continued from Never Known Questions.)

It was several hours before Scout Pfeiffer took any active steps in her decision to play the game. Murder is serious business.

She mulled it over. Had been, ever since she woke up. Hit all three corners of the island and she was still mulling it over. Scout had a plan, she was certain it could work, but she was being wishy-washy, her own words. There was no one around to tell her to hurry up. Under that logic, she had all the time in the world. Wasn't like she could die at any moment or anything.

Peaceful Meadows, huh? More like Distressed Meadows. Place looked like shit; it became obvious that this place had been abandoned a long time ago and the Chapel's condition proved as much. She had to step around plantlife just to stare out of the stain-glass window at far end of the chapel. Mold, mildew, the whole nine yards, stained the walls and corners. She saw an especially large mushroom when she was outside. Damn near made her gag. But she sucked it up. That's what she was going to have to do. With the shit that's guaranteed to go down, gross-looking mushrooms were going to be tame by comparison.

Scout wanted to say that the island was some sort of hospital grounds, possibly an asylum, but she wasn't one-hundred percent sure on that. Not that it mattered. As long as she knew where everything was. Thinking about it, she was thankful for the condition of the chapel. Meant no one could sneak up on her. More importantly, it meant the positions of the cameras were odd, unlike all of the other. Clearly the people behind those cameras considered cleanliness leagues away from godliness.

The cameras. She took note of every single one she came across. There was one placed above the stained glass window, pointed directly at her. Or maybe at her general direction. Semantics. With the overgrowth practically swallowing up the chapel, the cameras were positioned in strange locations. There was one at the other end of the hallway. Scout's back was to that one. So, really, there was only one camera that had a good enough shot. Would her mother be watching?

... She sighed. Jesus, really? Of all the times to be worried about what that bitch was going to think.

Scout unzipped her dufflebag and reached inside. She pulled out her cigarettes.

Marlboro. The aftertaste was shit, but it did gangbusters whenever her anxiety started to rake up her spine. She knew it was wrong. Her super-ego wanted to slap her id. But it was a hell of a lot more convenient than weed, and at least her brain wouldn't turn to puddy.

The carton was bruised and crushed a little. The cigs were in fine shape, fine enough anyway. Scout took one out. She placed the butt between her lips and fumbled with the lighter she found from the first-aid kit. Her hand was shaking. Stop that. Christ. She covered the cig with one hand and light it with the other. She inhaled...

... Exhaled.

She pocketed the lighter, dropped the carton back into the bag. She held the cigarette between her index and middle finger. Then she promptly shut her brain off, if only for a few moments.

... One might think that smoking in a place of worship was a sign of disrespect. Desecrating The Lord's home. Scout used to believe in that shit, when she was a kid. Her father's side of the family was religious as all hell. Went every Sunday as a matter of fact. Scout never questioned it. It was, after all, the only time she could reliably see her father. Even when she was in middle school, when she doubted, she swallowed her pride just to make her father happy. Once the divorce happened, Scout let it go. Her mother wasn't particularly religious, and Scout had no patience to practice that hocus pocus make-believe bullshit, so why pretend?

Hmm. That made her wonder. Did Gary or Clarice believe in a god? Scout wasn't particularly knowledgeable about Native American religion. She had meant to ask Clarice about it but she never got the chance...

... Something occurred to her, a brief notion, short but strong, one that she did not want to recognize.

No. No way was Clarice on this island too. No way in hell.

She could not throw away the possibility though. The thought never occurred to her. No. No, don't worry about it. She's fine, she's home. She's taking a different science course, she's a senior, she's not here. Thinking this way, it made her feel weak, like a pussy. Scout was far from a pussy.

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach though. She could not shake it.

See? This is what happens when you turn your brain off Scout. You start thinking with your heart instead of your brain and you'll get yourself killed. Can't get sentimental, buck up, put your big girl panties on.

Scout composed herself. She put the cigarette back to her lips. Inhale, exhale...

"... I hope she's okay."
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There was a loud slam. Scout turned her head to look over her shoulder. The cigarette was clenched between her lips, a hand on the saw handle sticking out of her pocket. In hindsight it was silly that she even went for the bonesaw in the first place. After all, a bonesaw had very little chance going up against any type of gun.

Maybe it was the nicotine flowing through her veins, or maybe it was the fact that she vaguely recognized who the figure was. No matter what her reasons, she immediately cooled when her eyes landed on Baker. The sun was beginning to set. Rays of sunlight pierced the stained glass, bathing Baker's face in an orange hue and coating Scout's expression in shadow.

"Baker."

Scout turned her head away. She stared out of the stained glass window again. The sun in the windowframe nearly eclipsed the setting sun outside. It was pretty. Strange, but, pretty. She shoved her hands in her pockets.

Did Scout mean that? Yes and no. Baker did not set an intimidating figure. All the same, the scattered bushes and plantlife would make any sort of attack, sneaky or otherwise, a lot more trouble than it was worth. It reminded Scout of when she used to play hot lava as a kid.

"You can stay," Scout said, punctuated by a half sigh, half exhale of smoke. Her disposition was considerably less surly than usual. Not friendly per se, but not hostile either. Flippant, most noticeably, when she added, "I'm not going to kill you."
V6

G052 - Reed, Jasmine - 0% - Falchion - START END
G060 - Pfeiffer, Scout - 100% - Sawlaska Thunderfuck 5000 - START
G025 - Reyes, Audrey - 0% - Nunchaku - START END

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"Tch."

Scout glanced over her shoulder at Baker with a skeptical glint in her eyes. She turned back to glance out the window. Not in order to ignore the girl's question, but to investigate a brief movement in the distance. Probably no one. Maybe a raccoon or whatever.

"Been fine," Scout said, "what were you going to - "

Scout spun around to face the newcomer. The cigarette stayed clenched between her teeth. Nevermind the fact that she jumped just as high as Baker when the door swung open and she damn near dropped the cigarette entirely. But, past that, there was little to fear.

The senior did not look like a threat. She assumed he was a senior; she knew most the faces of her junior class and she did not recognize him. And it was hard to take him seriously, with the faint outline of a mustache and a big, dumb smile plastered on his face. Clearly he was not planning to go on a Roman holiday.

Looks could be deceiving though. Scout's hand hovered close to the handle of her saw, stored away in the pocket of her jacket.

"... Did you really need to kick the door down? You're lucky neither of us are trigger-happy." Speaking of, Scout gave a sidelong glance to Baker. Her face was aloof, inscrutable. "Put your hands down, you're embarrassin' us both."

... Of course she saw the gun. It'd be hard not to see the handle jutting out of his pocket. Scout was going to pretend (for the time being) that she did not see it, and that the other girl was overreacting.

Besides. He did not have the gun drawn. If he had any intention of killing anyone, he was off to a shit start. It would take him seconds for him to pull it out, longer to aim and fire. The hall was long, but not long enough to impede clearing the distance between her and the senior before he had the chance.

It would be an easy task to get that gun. But Scout had no intention of giving it a shot, not with Baker standing between them.

She did not want any casualities. Not now. Not if she could help it.
V6

G052 - Reed, Jasmine - 0% - Falchion - START END
G060 - Pfeiffer, Scout - 100% - Sawlaska Thunderfuck 5000 - START
G025 - Reyes, Audrey - 0% - Nunchaku - START END

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Scout watched as the other girl walked back and around her. Good girl. Baker always struck her as smart. She leveled a glare at the boy though, who was busy playing dumb.

"You know what I meant," Scout said, shoulders tensed. "You came in so loud, you damn near spooked her outta her skin."

She motioned to Baker. It did not count as throwing her under the bus if she wasn't going to defend herself.

For a moment, Scout wondered about the best way to approach the 'gun' situation. Even with Baker tucked safely away, Scout was beginning to have second thoughts about how quickly she could close the gap. Would asking about it cause more trouble than it was worth? How would she even approach that? "Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?" Fat chance. He'd probably laugh, maybe he'd think she was being serious.

It was clear that gun, whether it was real or fake or whatever, was the elephant in the room. And to think, she thought she was going to have a pleasant conversation with Baker. Her hands slid into her pants pockets. The silence was urging her to speak.

Just get to the point.

"... I'd ask you to drop your gun."

She rolled her shoulders.

"I have a feeling you won't be doing that. So..."

Scout stopped talking. She didn't make a move.

"Name's Scout." She gestured to the other girl. "This is Baker - " Scout winced, "err, Alice."
V6

G052 - Reed, Jasmine - 0% - Falchion - START END
G060 - Pfeiffer, Scout - 100% - Sawlaska Thunderfuck 5000 - START
G025 - Reyes, Audrey - 0% - Nunchaku - START END

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...

Scout was taken aback. To the boy, perhaps tucking the gun out of the way was nothing to write home about, but to her it was unexpected. She thought the boy would puff his chest out and stand his ground. Instead he put his gun away.

That disarmed Scout. It also made her shoulders relax.

Right. So either this guy was playing a long con or he was absolutely harmless. She... She felt uncomfortable. Moments ago she was planning about how to steal that gun, under the premise that he was going to flash it. She jumped to conclusions.

It wasn't right. Scout wasn't right. She was wrong. Read the situation wrong.

Scout did not smile. But she was no longer sneering either.

"... What's your name?"

It was as if the boy didn't even ask how Scout was doing. It was as if Baker did not say anything at all. 'Fucking around' was not her forte. She shook her head. That was the wrong question to ask. She changed the question.

"Forget it, you're a senior, right? Would have remembered your name if you were a junior." Scout shouldered her bag again, crossed her arms. "... Do you know a girl named Clarice? Big girl, dark mop of hair, friendly in that grating sorta way. Have you seen her?"
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...

Scout's demeanor changed in an instant. There was a sudden realization and a blatant show of emotion. The corners of her mouth drooped. Her shoulders scrunched. Her eyes stared, not at Jeremy but through him. Her lip quivered.

"... Are you telling me the truth?"

As much as she wanted to doubt the boy's credibility, the fact that he seemed so put-upon really made it for her. The way his eyes were glued to the floor, The flash of disgust she caught in his expression, as if he were recalling something gruesome. No, he wasn't lying. Why would he have any reason to lie to her? There was nothing to gain from it.

Clarice was big. An axe to the arm sounded like the sort of thing she'd walk off. It sounded like a joke Scout herself would make, a private one, the kind you don't repeat to anyone else. But given the situation they... it didn't sound like a joke. Sounded pretty damn real to her.

Can't wrestle with a bad shoulder, Scout thought.

...

"Thanks, Jeremy.

"I, uhh..."

"Not everyone's gonna be waiting for the escape helicopter. Hope for the best, plan for the worst."

Don't cry. Only pussies cry. And Scout, you aren't a pussy. Are you? Don't turn your brain off Scout. Bad things happen when you turn your brain off.

Oh she wished it were that easy. It wasn't just the news of Clarice getting hurt that was breaking the dam in her tearducts. There were so many things occurring to her at once. The biggest one being that, yes, there really were monsters among her classmates. Those who would so blindly rush in and attack someone as nice as Clarice.

And she had actually considered becoming one of them. One of them.

"I need to go," Scout said. Had to see a dog about a dislocated shoulder.

Shouldering her bag. as she rushed out the door, fumbling with the pack of cigarettes again. She needed to be alone. Think things through. Restrategize.

Scout wanted to tell them, Baker and Jeremy, to stay safe. She forgot.

(Scout Pfeiffer continued in And What You Get, Isn't What You See.)

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