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Think About Your Life; The morning of Day 4, just after announcements
Topic Started: Jan 11 2017, 05:46 PM (952 Views)
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[Arthur Bernstein continued from There Are So Many Offices...]

"Henry Spencer got to live a horror movie courtesy of Alessio Rigano who is making good strides in becoming a real life monster. Great work, I didn’t expect to see your name again so soon."

He paused.

"Jasper Bustamante was executed by Alvaro Vacanti. It's too late to say sorry Alvaro. He can't hear you over a bullet in his head."

He froze.

"No..." he whispered, dropping his tin of crackers on the floor. It landed with a metallic resonance that echoed through the room.

Coleen wasn't taking the announcement well either. Bernadette went over to comfort her.

He couldn't look at anyone. Instead, he looked down at the ground and held his head in his hands.

Acting as if he could feel anything.

He couldn't let them see that he wasn't crying.
~~~~~ Sadly CBP looked at a SOTF character. It was so sad... such a sad character... like him... he only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?

NOW: V7

SOON: V7

DEAD: V6

MAYBE: V?
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Arthur turned and glanced over at the new arrivals walking over toward them.

They sounded friendly, and looked friendly, and Bernadette was dealing with them pretty fine, so he figured he didn't have to worry about things too much.

Still, he reached down to his bag and pulled his paintball gun out, leaning it against the side of the rock he had decided to sit on. This way, he could defuse the situation without incurring too much of a penalty toward his reputation. Minimizing casualties while maximizing control; that was the way Arthur had decided to play this game. He kept tabs on things as the two approached.

The girl decided to run past Bernadette and toward Coleen and himself. He vaguely recognized her from before, and she seemed to recognize him, but he couldn't quite remember who she was. Her name was...Alba? That sounded like he'd heard it before, sometime around when he got his spear. Pulled it from a corpse. No big deal. Corpses often had good stuff lying on them in games.

"Speaking in terms of survival," Arthur said, "We're doing fine. Emotionally, though...not as fine." He looked toward Coleen, still crying. Maybe he should do something to cheer her up, or comfort her, right? He was responsible for keeping her safe (right?) but was he responsible for keeping her happy?

"Got a pretty good view, though," he continued, gesturing to the open sea, "Beautiful sunrise."

For a game with such an ugly premise, they've gone all out on getting a beautiful world together. Well designed, pretty looking, very cinematic.

Maybe it was viewing things from a video game perspective that was keeping Arthur from really feeling anything. If so, then he thought he was fine keeping up that way of thinking. It was keeping him calm, cool, and collected, at the moment when those around him needed it the most.

Plus, these thoughts had a way of bringing the color back into the world.

The color he lost on the beach.
~~~~~ Sadly CBP looked at a SOTF character. It was so sad... such a sad character... like him... he only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?

NOW: V7

SOON: V7

DEAD: V6

MAYBE: V?
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[Sorry for the lateness, it was finals week and I thought I could squeeze something out fast enough but things piled up. Won't happen again.]

It all went to hell so fast, before his very eyes. It never rained in Arthur's world. It only ever seemed to pour. With just one shove, his new travelling companion had gone off the brink, and any hope that Arthur had of Alba's friend joining up with them had gone away. He picked himself up off of the rock and stood facing the cliff that Bernadette had gone over, Alba's friend running over in immediate regret. The drop seemed survivable, given you fell in a very specific way, but Arthur had no real way of knowing for sure. He watched from a distance as the boy began to cry, Alba offering whatever she could to keep him from breaking down. It wasn't going to work. There was no easy way to console a murderer.

Because that's what he was. A murderer, purpose be damned. A crime of passion was still a crime. Arthur couldn't just let this slide. There'd have to be repercussions. Consequences for his ac-

BANG!

Arthur winced, dropping his paintball gun onto the ground. Gunfire, but from where? Had Alba been killed? Was there someone else coming over the horizon, using their moment of weakness to pick off everyone on the cliffs? He turned his eyes up to find-

Coleen.

Looks like someone had reached the same conclusion he had. Arthur grinned, and picked his paintball gun back up, aiming it down at the base of the cliff.

"She's right, you know," he warned, "It's about time you took your leave. Just do it quickly." Arthur wouldn't hesitate to fire if he had to. Paintballs stung, they covered you in paint, but they didn't kill. The boy wasn't worth killing. He already looked like he wanted to kill himself over what he had done.

The smell of the salty sea tickled Arthur's nose, and he had to stifle a sneeze. Best not to ruin the moment.
~~~~~ Sadly CBP looked at a SOTF character. It was so sad... such a sad character... like him... he only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?

NOW: V7

SOON: V7

DEAD: V6

MAYBE: V?
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Arthur nodded in agreement. There was no point in sticking around the cliffs anyway. Nothing to see except for Bernadette's corpse, and that wasn't quite something he had in mind for himself. He looked at Coleen and felt cold. Emotion reached out of her like hands in a stampede, begging for anything to pull them out and to safety. All they grasped was open air before they fell back into themselves, collapsing, broken and useless. He didn't know how to reach out to her. He didn't know if he wanted to reach out to her. All he knew was that he wanted to keep her safe. The wind, empty and formless like his promises, blew softly against his face.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't pinpoint exactly why. Was it seeing Coleen so broken, driven so far as to fire a gun, something he never thought she would do? Was it because he had reacted with such apathy to the death of two of his dearest friends? Was it because, not once at all these past few days until now, he hadn't taken any time to stop and think of his sister?

He blinked a few times, and the tears were gone. Everything back in order.

"Me neither," Arthur said, "Let me grab my stuff, though."

Walking up to the rock he had been sitting on earlier, his eyes began to sting again. Looking out over the vast sea, he felt small and lonely. Everything else just seemed so far away, the distance he had put between himself and reality manifested in physical form. As he slung his bag over his shoulder, he felt something shift again within him. Though he had been through a number of scattered phases, modes of thought that never lasted for more than a day, he felt that the head space he now found himself in was where he would stay.

He turned back around, and for a moment he felt like he did on his first day here. Not knowing who to go with, what to do, where to look for anything at all. How would things have gone if he had chosen differently? What if he stayed on that beach and looked out on the ocean, gazing into the waves, not choosing to do anything but sit and think?

As he returned to his friend, the question song kept playing in his mind, getting louder with each passing moment.

[Arthur Bernstein continued in Cooking Up Trouble.]
~~~~~ Sadly CBP looked at a SOTF character. It was so sad... such a sad character... like him... he only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?

NOW: V7

SOON: V7

DEAD: V6

MAYBE: V?
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