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Gran Torino.; Open. Afternoon, Day 8.
Topic Started: Apr 26 2017, 11:08 PM (345 Views)
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"That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler.”
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(Scout Pfeiffer continued from Unforgiven.)

It took Scout half a second to realize that someone drove one of the cars in the garage for a test drive. Fresh skid-marks on the pavement, an elevated platform that was empty. Scout was no expert about cars. She didn't even have her driving permit. That was the problem, wasn't it? If she were an expert, she might be able to confirm. But she did not. So the possibility that some nutcase was somewhere out there running people over. You don't bring a gun to a car fight. Or was that comparing apples to watermelons?

Whatever. The possibility of getting hit by a fucking car never occurred to Scout and it sent a sudden jolt of energy up her spine. She glanced over her shoulder ...

... Seriously? Did she think there was a Jalopy sneaking up behind her?

Scout said, "Christ. I'm losing my shit."

Sawlaska silently agreed.

The girl sneered to herself. Her life on Deadkid Island was made up of long spells of silence punctuated with short, graphic bursts of violence. It was easy to get on edge. Goosebumps prickled her skin as she scanned the area. It was coming down to the wire. Clarice was still alive. Scout was still alive. She had to be more careful. No zoning out, no stupid mistakes.

Scout looked towards the metal staircase. It was the only place she did not check before. She shrugged her bag off again, putting Sawlaska away. In you go. Out came the gun. She weighed it in one hand, zipped her bag back up. Then she began to walk up the staircase. She needed a place to rest, to change her bandages from yesterday. The pain in her side was almost gone but she wasn't going to trust her gut on this. She needed to be sure. The room at the top of the stairs was good enough. It wasn't a hunting cabin with decent beds, but whatever was in there, it would have to do for now.

Scout got to the top step. She reached for the doorknob, turned it and opened the door.
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"That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler.”
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Scout stood there at the threshold of the office. She pursed her lips. While it was not in the realm of possibility for someone to have been in the tiny room(in fact that was the reason she had her gun out in the first place), it was still a shock to walk straight into a room and walk right into someone with a gun. Someone who seemed to have been waiting for her. The gun on the table and the fact that the girl did not immediately reach for it was all the indication she needed. Something about all of this seemed of

If it had been Scout waiting in the office instead? Scout wanted to imagine that she would have had the gun pointed at the door. She wouldn't have been stupid enough to not keep it on her at all times.

Plans, fantasies rarely line up with reality, however. Scout learned that the hard way.

There was an awkward silence. That was beginning to become a theme, Scout realized. Awkward tension. The gentle chill running through a dead room. The single bead of sweat crawling down the side of Scout's face. The uncertainty of whether she and the girl were on the same page, mentally speaking. Being on Murder Island was bound to drive somebody crazy, after all.

The girl's name was Blair, or at least Scout thought that was her name. Scout wanted to ask her. To make sure.

Blair spoke first though. She said 'sup'. Then she keeled over and started hacking.

Scout's exhausted brain went numb in a sudden rush of fear. Her knees buckled. She gasped. What the fuck?? Her first instinct was to rush over to her, to see if she was alright. The part of her that wasn't an emotional idiot thought better. Because this could just as easily be a trap.

"... Are you okay?" Scout said. And for once she actually sounded worried. Don't get used to it.
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"That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler.”
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Scout blinked. She looked over her shoulder. Wait, when the heck did Bart show up? That was his name, right? Bart? It was difficult to forget a name like that. Scout exhaled through her nose. Jesus, she didn't even hear him walking up the stairs. She was losing it, as much as she wanted to believe otherwise. Was it the lack of sleep? Or something else entirely?

The other girl said she was fine. Scout wasn't so sure about that. Maybe that was enough to quell Bart's fears, sure, but Scout was in the room when she decided to double over coughing. Or maybe that was Scout's pessimism talking. She did a double-take, looking between Blair and Bart. Scout did not like the position she was in. It made her feel claustrophobic. She took a step back and away from the door, giving Blair enough room to see Bart in the doorway.

"... well you look like shit, but, if you say so." Scout said. She made a face.

Blair asked about Bart. Was he a friend? Hardly. Hell, she had no idea he was even here! So the shock of his arrival was mutual, at least she assumed as much.

"I dunno," Scout said with a tense shrug. Whatever remnants of concern were gone. "Your name is Bart, right? How long have you been skulking about?"

'How long have you been following me' was the question Scout really wanted to ask. But. She held her tongue.
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