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The Latest Story That I Know is the One That I'm Supposed to Go Out With; Open, sundown Day 3 --> morning Day 4
Topic Started: Dec 18 2016, 03:08 PM (1,362 Views)
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((Bridgette Sommerfeld continued from In This Starless Night))

It didn't feel to Bridgette like she and Bryony had had a particularly productive night. On the other hand, neither of them was dead, so that was something. Henry was dead. Tara, somewhat surprisingly, wasn't. Isabel had killed again. Same song, different verse.

Bryony's girlcrush hadn't shown up on the announcement, so Bridgette figured that was reason enough to get moving again and look for her. Aimless wandering wasn't really her idea of a good time, but what else was there to do?

They had sheltered in the staff block for the night, and Bridgette didn't mind the on and off sprinkling of rain that morning after the night's downpour. She wasn't paying much attention to it, her mind occupied by other things.

Where should she get a real weapon? What kind of weapon? She had never fired a gun, but she didn't like the idea of using a knife or a bludgeon on someone. She didn't want to have to get close or take things slow. Quick, clean, and efficient when it came to that would be ideal. Maybe Alba would have something useful on her that Bridgette could... borrow.

She was lost in her thoughts as they crossed the bridge, not paying as much attention to her surroundings as she should have been. She froze up when she spotted Nadia at the end, directly in front of them. Shit. No avoiding that encounter. She and Bryony should have come up with a game plan for this situation. Poor planning. Stupid.

She drew up short, gesturing to Bryony to stop as well. "Hey," she called out. She tensed, ready to run back to the other side of the bridge if necessary. Come to think of it, she ought to make sure that Bryony ended up between her and Nadia if things went south.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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"Not unless we need to worry about you." Bridgette lowered her hand from its half-hearted wave and rested it on her hip. "We're not looking for trouble. Just passing through, seeing if there's anything useful around." She glanced over at Bryony. "Looking for some people. You been alone?"

She didn't know Nadia well; they had some overlapping interests, but that was about it. Pretty girl, not a bad photographer. None of that told her whether Nadia would become a threat. She was more defensive than aggressive at this point, though, and that was as good a sign as any. Still, Bridgette took care to angle herself so that she could slip behind Bryony at the first sign of trouble.

"I'm guessing you don't really know her," she said to Bryony, low enough that Nadia wouldn't be able to catch it.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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No luck on the Alba front then, but at least they had a few names they knew to avoid now. Jerry was a dick anyway, and Will... was also a dick, actually, but now it sounded like his girlfriend's death had pushed him over the edge on top of that. Nothing Bridgette wanted to touch there. "Nope, none of those. We're looking for Alba, uh..." She didn't actually know Alba's last name, she realized. Maybe Alba was uncommon enough a first name that there would only be one running around, at least. Bridgette nodded towards Bryony. "Her friend Alba." She didn't know what Alba looked like either, so that was up to Bryony to describe her.

Nadia's remark about camping out under the bridge intrigued her though. "How much room is there under the bridge? Could you set up pretty comfortably down there?" That could be something, even if there was nothing to gather in the area. A home base, so to speak, that most other people wouldn't bother seeking out, unlike the buildings on the island. The water running under the bridge might be drinkable if they could find some way to purify it (maybe there was something in the first-aid kits?). Bridgette remembered Henry's weak attempt at scrounging up fishing supplies back on the dock. It hadn't worked out for him, but they could keep that open as an option.

"Mind if I check it out?" Not like Nadia owned the bridge or anything, but it was better to make sure she wouldn't freak out if Bridgette started walking towards her.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Nadia shrugged and stepped back to allow Bridgette passage. "Be my guest. I wasn't planning to stick around much longer."

Bridgette nodded, gave Bryony a glance that she hoped was reassuring, and passed Nadia to climb down the slope alongside the bridge. Not a bad little area from up here, at least. This could be something to work with so that they didn't have to keep running from building to building every night. Hard to see from the top, decent shelter from the elements. She reached the bottom of the slope and dusted the bit of dirt that had collected on her pants away, before straightening to examine the strip of land and water before her.

The dim gray lighting and light rain didn't do much for visibility in the shadow of the bridge. That wasn't a problem, until the slightest bit of movement in the corner of Bridgette's vision that told her she wasn't alone down here.

"Hey-!"
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Bridgette instinctively brought her hands up to shield her face as the bottle swung towards her, but her face wasn't the target. Pain shot from the top of her head and down her spine before concentrating in the spot where she had been struck. She staggered, spots popping in her vision.

There was glass in her hair. Her hands touched the top of her head and her fingers came away sticky with blood and alcohol.

"You-"

She stumbled, went down on one knee. Her arms jerked involuntarily.

"Y-y-y-y-"

Something was wrong something was terribly terribly wrong oh god-

Bridgette pitched forward, limbs spasming as she toppled into the dirt, still choking on the words that she couldn't seem to force out.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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There was warm wet splatter on her back and her arm, and Bridgette felt herself gag at the feeling and the smell but she was choking and she couldn't do anything but twitch and choke. A few helpless, terrified tears spilled down her cheeks. All she could see was dirt and a pair of shoes belonging to her attacker, and she couldn't even cry out to Bryony and Nadia.

Caedyn, it's Caedyn, please help, she's killing me-!

This wasn't how things were supposed to go, she was supposed to get out of here. She'd had a plan.

This wasn't how she was supposed to die.

This... this wasn't...

Her thoughts were fading away, even as she was horribly aware of her own uncontrollable movements and the blood oozing from her head.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Bridgette couldn't scream.

She wanted to scream, screaming was basically the only thing to do that this point, but she couldn't. She was choking, she was dying, and there was so much blood everywhere and it hurt, it hurt, couldn't Caedyn see that Bridgette wanted it to end even more than she did?

Blood was running into her eyes and filling her throat. She couldn't even control her own body. Forget thoughts of winning - she just wanted to not feel anymore.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be.

This wasn't how her life was supposed to end.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop...

Make it...

Bridgette shuddered, sputtered, and went still. In the sudden absence of her dying noises, the sounds of Caedyn's sobbing and the pattering rain on the bridge were deafening.

G003 BRIDGETTE SOMMERFELD: DECEASED
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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