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((Asuka and Nate continued from Judas))

Asuka had always imagined that getting two quiet kids together was a good idea. Nobody trying to talk over you, and you can bond over being awkward and shy. Or at least bond in comfortable silence. Or something. The comfortable silence thing is only supposed to really work when you actually know the other person, but you had to dangle some straws for Asuka to clutch at.

Yeah. Neither of them could hold a conversation. It sucked.

They'd winded up wandering around the island, Asuka trying to come up with something to look for. It'd been quiet. They probably should've been quiet anyways, seeing as they were essentially helpless, but Asuka wouldn't have minded finding out a little more about Nate. That was the whole point of staying around, the only reason she'd bothered to do anything other than hide in a corner, think whatever pretentious things she felt like thinking, and wait for death. She'd gotten up and about to tell her story, to help other people tell their stories. To make sure that at least one of these stories was better than the narrative they'd been handed. She hadn't done her part very well. Anxious depressives don't make very good protagonists. But if she didn't try to interact with somebody all she'd be doing is walking around and looking at all the nice scenery. Not that the scenery was bad. But she could imagine better ones anyways. If she was going to venture out into the real world, it'd better be godfuckingdamn beautiful.

Truth be told, she'd been looking for people. That's what she'd decided on after the first ten minutes or so of walking. Find someone, anyone she'd met before. Be all like "Oh brave new world, with what people in it!" Except it wouldn't be ironic, cuz Asuka knew. This was a brave new world, and it was crawling with murderers and suicidals and heroes and all of it was fucking wonderful. Asuka was sure it must've been wonderful.

A shame wonderful things terrified her, then. That's why she'd turned down Penelope's offer. Because even here she was doomed to walk the path of

Ennui, again. Why couldn't she escape it, even when she'd centered her whole existence around fighting it? Around making wonderful flighty romantic fantasies? You know why, but there are other culprits.

Blame the depression, blame the anxiety. Blame the fucking system. She'd blame herself, but she already does, and look at where that got her.

And in the end, she couldn't find anyone. They'd ended up falling asleep a couple hundred feet away from some cabin. The map said it was a hunting cabin. It looked cute. She wasn't willing to sleep in it, though, because self-preservation was apparently a bigger priority to her than comfort. When you've been wearing the same clothes for three days, without a bath, you either become miserable or you forget your body exists.

Asuka was tired enough that she only made cursory efforts to make herself hidden, but then she couldn't fucking fall asleep. Nate probably thought she was a dumbass by now, for suggesting they sleep after not finding anything. You know what? She doesn't fucking care.

Oh, she could tell him that he'd found himself or something. Maybe he'd think she was deep or something. Hopefully not. Asuka was pretty sure she looked about as useless as Nate looked to her, right now. She doesn't like being judgmental, and she reeeally doesn't like it when she finds out that she was right while being judgmental. Not that it stops her from, y'know. Doing it.

Ohgawdthatsoundedeuphemistic--

If someone went and killed her in the middle of the night, that would've been one hell of a last thought. This one was okay though. And so was this one. And so was--

She's being pretentious again.

--

The announcements woke her up. Some of the names registered as repeats, but she didn't have anything to write stuff down on. Not that she was gonna run away if she saw a killer or anything-- actually, she probably would, but let's pretend for a second that Asuka isn't a fucking coward and somehow overcomes her aversion to existing in the real world-- but she would need to change her approach depending on who it was.

The list of names stopped. Danger zones, natch. Asuka waited for the pang of what happened to come, the realization that-- 8? 9? fuck, she couldn't even remember how many had died-- ways of perceiving the world, 8 or 9 whole universes of thoughts and personalities and memories were deleted and irretrievable, but it wouldn't come, and she couldn't entirely blame it on the grogginess affecting her ability to process her thoughts and emotions. No. She'd gotten desensitized.

Well. How many times does she repeat this narrative to herself?

FUCKING CHANGE THAT, YOU DUMBASS BITCH.

Yeah, yelling at yourself doesn't seem to do anything.

She walked over to Nate. Shook him awak-- he was already awake, eyes wide. A hunting-we-would-go?

She probably should've asked Nate if he was okay after hearing the announcements, if his friends had been on there. Dumb of her not to think of it, when he'd been freaking out about that earlier. She couldn't even remember their names. But it was too late to say anything helpful now. Fuck her.

Asuka hat-- strongly disliked hunters.

Edited by Zetsumodernista, Jan 28 2017, 04:46 AM.
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Asuka was tired of meeting people she barely knew.

Not that she didn't know who Scout was-- all the loners and outcasts and the like were at least peripherally aware of each other. She'd entertained the prospect of becoming friends, once. Scout was rude, abrasive, acted like she didn't need friends when she couldn't make them. Asuka had been there. She was still there, at the time. It would've worked.

She didn't, though. No wonder nobody made friends with her either.

Her hands raised automatically, dropping her excuse of a weapon. Good. Movies had ingrained in her the smart, instinctual responses that her body naturally lacked. And this was the smart thing to do, right? Small though she was, Scout could easily take on both her and Nate if it came down to a fight. Best not to antagonize her.

Asuka was faintly displeased with herself for feeling pleased with herself. You're better than this, goddammit. You're better than feeling proud of yourself for being smart about playing a game that you don't want to play.

So force a smile to your lips, but don't enjoy it. Keep doing what you're doing, because now there's stuff going on around you and you have to pay attention but you can't quite get the half-formed thoughts out of your head.

A strong gust of wind blew her hair across her face. What was she doing again?

She shivered. The world was so loud and weird and distracting. Her mind blanked. Her body responded.

"Uh...hi. You okay? I mean, obviously none of us are exactly okay, but..."

Good thing it knows what it's doing.

It still doesn't know how to respond naturally, though. Comes with the territory of having a body that understands her. Good body. Nice body.

Her arms went to her sides, clutching herself as if she were cold. Which she was. Not exactly body language that said 'LET'S BE FRIENDS AND HAVE INTERESTING CONVERSATIONS ABOUT DEEP AND PRETENTIOUS STUFF,' even if that's what Asuka wanted.

Accurate reflection of Asuka, that body.
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Yeah, she really should run after Nate. Like, she'd given him quite a lot of her food, after all. Surely that meant she was emotionally invested enough in his survival to follow him around, make sure he was alright. Protecting her investments, and all that. She almost smiled at the thought, but her face was quite blank now.

She only had a couple seconds to decide whether she wanted to try to catch up to Nate or to follow Scout. Damn you, Nate. Why couldn't you have made this easier? You know-- well, you don't know, but you would've known if only you put some effort to getting to know Asuka-- that she's shit at making decisions like this on the spot. Indecisive as fuck, et cetera. This particular piece of introspection really wasn't helping right now.

She shook her head. Well. Let us assume that our enemies are competent and that only one of us is indeed making it off of the island. Not her, of course, but that's beside the point. Well, not exactly-- she already knew what her gut wanted her to do, and every thought that helped her let herself off the hook for it was gonna help-- and she even knows she's doing this, how fucking wonderful! It's a good thing she can come up with a bunch of philosophical bullshit to justify that, too. But in any case-- Nate was gonna die anyways. A couple of days on or off his life didn't really make much of a difference, so long as the rest of it was good and meaningful-- and if he didn't wanna hang around her anymore, she wasn't one to stop him, wasn't gonna make him miserable just so she could...think of herself as helping and protecting him? No. Him running off was gonna make a real dent in her self-esteem, though. Right now it registered only as something of a hollow pang.

Not that she gave zero fucks about how long the kid lasted. But-- and let's be totally, 100% honest with ourselves here--

Her feet were already making her move in the direction Scout had gone.

If she were honest with herself, she'd already gotten as much mileage out of talking to him as she was going to get, gotten to know him as much as she was able. And she had more meaningful things to do with the rest of her life than making small talk with someone she basically knew she could barely talk to. To prolong something that was meant to die.

Not that Asuka believed in fate. Or even wanted to.

She was a determinist and a fatalist, though. Go figure.

((Asuka continued in Mystic River))
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