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Mystic River.; private. evening, day 4.
Topic Started: Feb 6 2017, 06:20 PM (301 Views)
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(Scout Pfeiffer continued from The List of Adrian Messenger.)

Alvaro Vacanti. Alessio Rigano. Nancy Kyle. Isabel Ramirez. Kimiko Kao.

There had to be a cut-off point. Scout's mind was sharp, her memory even more so, but the names were beginning to stack. She wasn't going to remember all of these names, carry that weight. She had neither pen nor paper so she could not write the names down, so there had to be a point where she could comfortably nod and say 'that was enough'.

Besides. If she started marking every two-time killer, that would defeat the entire purpose of her list.

Tomorrow. Cut-off point is tomorrow. She decided it right then and there.

Scout stood near the precipice, staring out at the horizon for lord knows how long. The gusts of wind were strong but the fencing provided some safety from dropping and cracking her head on the rocks jutting out at sea level. Of course, if someone pushed her, the fencing might give out. It looked like it could support her weight but she did not want to test that theory.

Despite the loud gusts of wind, Scout could hear the sounds of feet crunching against gravel. At first she wondered if her mind was playing tricks, but now she was certain someone else was their. Were they inching towards her, unsure whether to approach her? Or were they just shuffling their feet like a meek mouse? Regardless of the circumstances, it was starting to piss Scout off.

. . .

So she had two choices: wait for them to make a move or make the move for them.

When you consider where to begin, it will become too late to do so.

"So," Scout spoke up, cleared her throat, "You going to say anything? Or are you going to stand there with a thumb up your ass?"
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Scout looked over her shoulder at the girl from before.

"... Did I say you were pissing me off?"

No, she did not. The fact that she was, in fact, pissing her off was irrelevant. Scout did not communicate that. She wasn't the communicating type. Her face was stony and her head was canted slightly. She studied the girl, again, for the second time.

She said nothing. The other girl approached the fence and the two of them fell into silence again. Scout stared at the girl before returning to the horizon.

Scout sensed she was being followed but she wasn't one-hundred percent sure. Whoever was following her meant her no harm, clearly. There were plenty of chances to rush at her. Gun her down. Or maybe the girl did not follow her at all, and Scout's mind was playing tricks. Whatever. That wasn't important. The important question was why she felt the need to approach Scout at all. Was she a lost puppy or something? Did her friend ditch her?

Yeah. No way she was asking her that.

She mulled over what the girl had said before. 'Just don't kill anybody,' she said. 'Please,' she said. Scout wondered if that actually mattered to the girl. She did not get the sense that her new companion was well-liked by her peers... Not that Scout had any place to judge.

Scout sighed.

"Hate to disappoint you, but I'm planning to kill. I haven't, but I'm planning."

There was a pause.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Unless your name's Kao."

Scout put emphasis on that last word. 'Kao.' It rolled off Scout's tongue playfully. This girl did not look like a 'Kao.'
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"Nothing wrong with that. As long as you keep your head down, you'll do fine. I think."

You think? Tch. Scout wanted to give the stranger some semblance of comfort but she ended up doing the complete opposite. With a shrug of a shoulder she threw her bag over her shoulder again. Then she reached for the handle in her hoodie pocket.

"No." Scout pulled out the bonesaw, clutching it in her right hand. She reconsidered, appraising it for a moment. "Maybe. I dunno. I could probably kill someone with this if I'm lucky."

She needed a gun, Scout knew. A gun, or some form of proper defense. A sword, a bad, fuck, even a hammer could get the job done. The bonesaw was sharp, sure, but the work end wasn't exactly intimidating. A good, hard swipe across the throat could kill someone, maybe. Otherwise Scout would be better off just choking them with her bare hands. Scout had thought a lot about her plans, doubting, second-guessing. To think she actually thought she could get by with the saw. Stupid.

Her companion did not need to hear any of that nonsense though. She sheathed the saw back into her pocket.

"I'm not just going to kill just anyone though. I'm going after the biggest threats, the ones who caved in. I figure if only one of us is going home, I want it to be someone who has a spine. But plans mean shit all if I can't back them up...

"It's just, whatever."

There was more to it than that. Scout's motives, her list of names, the growing weight in her belly that just would not quit. But, again, the girl beside her did not need to know that. Scout turned her head again, looking at the stranger, appraising her again just as she did with her bonesaw.

"Name's Scout by the way," Scout said.
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Scout was taken aback. She was not expecting her to say that. More to do with the fact that Scout did not make any sort of offers. Asuka was 'in' though? She didn't even know the full story, and she was 'in'? Just like that?

"Sure. Whatever."

For some reason she was reluctant to believe her. That might have had more to do with Noah's previous reaction to her plan. She wasn't going to ask Asuka if she was being serious. Something inside of Scout was afraid of the answer.

Her shoulders hunched, Scout idly rubbed at her arm. The air was cold and stale. Everything on this fucking island was stale. Not even the ocean smelled salty. Nothing but shades of gray clouds and rusted buildings. It gave everything a distinctly surreal vibe. Scout realized that since the first day, when she was standing at the roof of a building and stared over the entire island. There was something wrong with this island, something other than teenage murder.

Too stuffy, Scout thought. She relaxed her shoulders. Let out a deep sigh.

"... Hey. Asuka."

Scout turned back to the girl. She looked her new partner in the face and smiled.

"You hear this one before? 'How's a banana like a penis?' "
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. . . Scout squinted at Asuka. Squinted very hard.

Scout was the main character in her own story and the star of the movie adaptation. It was a drama, not a comedy. Hence why she stole a joke from Noah. The air was becoming very awkward so she thought that a joke would relieve the tension in the air. Clearly Scout thought wrong. She cringed at Asuka's joke, inwardly. She tried not to let it show because, well, she didn't know. Wasn't like she owed Asuka anything, less of all pity laughter.

"She forced a wry-looking smile. "Me neither. But that's --"

... Wait. Okay. Fuck. Jesus, this was awkward. Beyond awkward. Scout's shoulders slumped. She rubbed her arm. That was supposed to be a joke, but Asuka decided to no-sell it and make things even more awkward. And then Scout just had to turn it up another notch.

She smirked, damn near laughed. Whatever. Fuck dignity. Fuck 'getting the joke'. Asuka didn't seem to care, Scout sure as hell didn't.

"... They're both better peeled back. That's what they have in common."

Scout shouldered her bag again, making her way over to her 'partner'. She tapped Asuka on the arm, motioned away from the cliff. Scout figured they might as well get going. Find some place less open. As she made the move to leave, she glanced over her shoulder. Didn't want to leave Asuka in the dust like her other friend did.

"Well. I thought it was funny," Scout muttered.

(Scout Pfeiffer continued in If That's Who I Am, Then I'll Fight Who I Am.)
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