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Origin of Symmetry; [OPEN]
Topic Started: Jun 17 2017, 02:19 PM (441 Views)
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((Blair Moore continued from Gran Torino))

Spotting Alba near the radio tower as she exited the depot was only the second-most absurd event for Blair, the most absurd being the encounter with Bart and Scout when she'd left the office.

Well, sort of. Their corpses, at least.

Blair had slept pretty soundly, having barred the door. She might have heard a couple of bangs and some thuds while she was sleeping last night, but it was hard to be sure, false memories and all. Either way, Bart had a few bullet holes in him, though Scout's COD was more uncertain. She had blood and shit on her mouth, and as best as Blair could guess she might've fallen down the stairs. But being less than enthusiastic about performing an impromptu autopsy, she decided to forget about it.

The disturbing but important part was that she wasn't sure how to feel about their deaths. Scout had been looking for someone, and now she would never find her. Bart had seemed like a sweet if strange and unkempt boy. If they'd been killed at home? Total tragedy. Here? It was just two people she didn't really know well laying dead on a floor, just like what must have been seventy other abductees by now. If anything the fact that they'd died without her being involved but still giving her access to their supplies was a boon.

Admittedly, Blair wasn't always the most empathetic person. She wasn't so unaware of her own actions to miss when she was nasty on occasion. At least, in retrospect, especially now. So going through the stuff carried by the duo didn't bother her too much anymore, but how hard would it have been in the first place? Blair didn't know. It seemed obvious that this island had made everyone on it more callous, more resilient, more cruel. To what degree, she couldn't guess. Perhaps it was best that way.

Blair now felt a little more secure in her food and water situation, though not by much. She'd taken Scout's MAC 10 which, with some test shots, seemed to be a handheld machine gun type of deal. Rene's gun went into her back pocket while she carried the MAC 10 in her hands. She also forced Sawlaska snugly into her bag, loaded with the sawblade. Noah had meant a lot more to her than she'd expected, after all. If she and Rene hadn't met with him, who knew where she'd be now. Dead, or worse.

Of course, on the way out of the depot she didn't make it very far in her aimless transit before spotting a familiar silhouette. Alba Reyes was alone, which struck Blair as odd. She honestly had no idea what Alba thought of her, but she didn't really care. Well, a part of her did, but another part was sensible enough to guess that a gunfight was not a good activity to engage in. Not if she wanted to live, of course, and by this point, what else was there?

She could see Alba standing in the doorway, and Blair approached slowly. Stealth was probably not a realistic option here, but it was worth a shot. Evesdropping might reveal something useful. And if Alba was talking to someone worth taking out, like Caedyn or Kimiko or Alessio (or any other big killers, but Blair's memory was shot at this point), it might be a good chance to hit-and-run. It was perhaps a little hypocritical to say that murderous crazies didn't deserve to make it home when that was still Blair's tentative plan, but whatever. She wasn't crazy, at least. Probably.

Anyway, back to trying to pick up any sound from what was going on in the tower. At least it was better than walking, her legs and chest and feet all ached to an extent and stamina was not one of her advantages.
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Hrm, Blair was having trouble making anything out. A part of her was telling her to walk away, find something else to spend her time on.

Still, she was curious. For some reason, Blair was legitimately interested in seeing what Alba had to say. It wasn't even that she wanted to make amends; apologizing was an option, but given Blair had killed someone in front of Alba, she doubted it was a good option.

Tentatively moving closer to the door, Blair thought she caught a glimpse of someone, but she couldn't tell for sure. As she did so, she took a deep breath-only to immediately begin coughing as the perpetual mucus in her lungs agitated her breathing.

She covered her mouth and stifled the sound as best she could, but even then she knew it was probably loud enough to hear. She started backing away from the tower.
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Welp, Blair sure heard her name that time. Wiping her mouth and clearing her throat, she looked inwards at the building. She could make out Fiyori's distinctively tall, dark and intimidating appearance, but she wasn't sure if she'd heard the girl's name pop up at any point-

Wait, hadn't she killed someone yesterday? Wasn't it one of the people there when she'd shot Georgia Lee? Coleen or something? Damn it, usually she had a good memory for this, but with all the stuff from that day and the day after it'd blurred together.

Fumbling with the SMG, Blair tried to gauge the risk of approaching and/or conversing these two. On one hand, Alba had pretty much solidified as someone harmless. Well, not harmless; she was armed, and she'd killed Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn was crazy at the time from the sound of it, and Alba didn't strike her as the type to go out and murder people. She'd had opportunity to attack before, and at this stage killing people didn't make you much less or more of a target than doing nothing.

Speaking of killing, Fiyori was more of an enigma, someone Blair didn't know much about from before and whose presence had gone unnoticed for most of their time. All three had blood on their hands, but Fiyori's victim was an unknown. Self-defense, or an attack? It was important to know, but only to inform her further decision. If she was like Alba and killed someone to save her own life, then there shouldn't be too much issue. Then again, if Alba had been chatting for a while unharmed, it was probably a safer bet.

"You got me. I'm just hangin' around." Blair assumed a more flippant tone, but there was still an edge to her voice. And she had a nice gun, albeit one pointed at the ground and with the safety flipped on.

But they didn't have to know that part.
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You know that thing in old movies that people parody nowadays? Where things get eerily silent in what shouldn't be a quiet situation? Where badness was just around the corner and the calm before the storm was upon them and then right after the fucking hurricane rips your roof off?

Yeah. That was Blair right now.

Walking into an enclosed building with Alba? Not a problem. Girl was cool. But Fiyori was still an unknown, and something about her tone made Blair uncomfortable. She was still enigmatic and mysterious, and not in a good way. The eerie calm of the pair made her feel weird about it.

"Uh, I'll stay over here. Sorry, you know how it is." Blair shrugged sheepishly, moving slightly closer to the building but pointedly not entering the tower.
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Hmm, a conundrum.

As much as Blair wanted to trust Alba, skater girls unite and all that jazz, she was really uncomfortable with Fiyori. She'd basically admitted to being dangerous and shooting Olivia (right, that was her name), and Blair wasn't sure what kind of praise she'd earned. Killing Georgia Lee was hardly a good outcome, and the fact that Fiyori had killed one of Georgia's allies only made it more suspicious.

Frankly Alba wasn't helping her case either, the comment on an arrow was awfully specific. There was a story here, and Blair didn't really want to know it.

It was hard, and Blair found herself at a brief loss for words. Human company had proven sporadic ever since Rene at the church, and Blair had spent most of her time since then engaging in brief, awkward encounters during the few times there was anyone else around at all.

The trouble was, everyone is dangerous. Unless you off yourself or die in an accident (and by this point there was no excuse for stupidity) you were mostly safe when alone. The threat was inherent in company; it's not guns but people who kill people (though obviously guns help) so no people meant your likelihood for death was minimal.

As much as she doubted anyone, especially Alba, would be so sleazy about trying to lure someone to their death, Blair didn't want to risk it. She was armed and dangerous herself, and the larger a group, the more attention it attracts, and buildings at this point were appealing. Even when it wasn't cold or wet, landmarks were good places to look for people (to hold hands with or murder or whatever) and if looting was your thing then corpses were easier to find indoors. The radio tower would not be isolated forever, and Blair would rather not be stuck in a building when someone walks in with guns blazing.

"Hmm, I'm gonna pass." She smiled sheepishly and started walking off. "No offense, but I'd rather lay low, and people are gonna go to the buildings, right? Better to keep on the move, I think."

Turning back as she walked, Blair called out, "Good luck, I guess."

((Blair Moore continued in Toxic))
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