Re: How the Stars Have Fallen...
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 5:06 am
((Continued from Violence))
"Well I do, for the most part."
"Mmm... Me too."
A red-headed boy and a blonde, bespectacled one weilding a large dagger had walked out of the shadows, having listened to their conversation. Their interest had peaked when they had heard the name Gabriel mentioned, the very individual they had been trying to follow ever since they'd buried the corpse of Jason Foley. So far, they had very little luck finding him, and they deduced that they had taken a different route across the island than he had. But still, they had ran into this trio, who from what they'd heard, encountered Jason's killer not long ago.
The larger, blonde one, Will, walked closer, with his short-sword sheathed once again. The other one, Christian, followed not far behind. They looked dirty, having followed Gabriel's frustratingly erratic path, eventually ending up lost in the Jungle, before ending up where they were now. They hadn't ran into anyone up until this point, which was both suprising, and disturbing.
Christian stood beside Will, in front of the other group, and spoke, his voice raspy and shaken. "I heard you mention Gabriel. Will and I have been... well, hunting him across the island for a little while now, after we discovered Jason Foley's body, and a note from Gabriel that read 'Good luck!'"
With a sullen, yet angry expression on his face, Will added. "I buried him myself." A dull silence hung in the air for a moment, but Will quickly began to speak to the rest of the group, Christian still watching the surrounding area for anyone approaching them. With what seemed like intense purpose in his voice, despite the fact that he had but a hope in hell of keeping anyone else alive, let alone himself, Will Sigurbjornsson's voice resounded throughout the group.
"I agree with you, Brad. It's Brad, right? Anyways... Christian and I... after seeing what that evil bastard did to Jason, we're trying to hunt him down, and make him pay for what he did. He took sick pleasure in butchering him, I can tell you that. But I know for sure that we could use some help in taking him down, and getting the fuck out of this hell-hole."
Like Brad, Will had his doubts this was going to work. How could they get the collars off? How would they get past the rediculous amount of terrorists guarding the island? How the fuck....? However, he knew that if they did find some way to take off the collars, and avoid the 'players' and the terrorists, they might just last long enough for the Millitary to find the island, like they had before. Might...
Christian shrugged, just barely breaking a smile, his thoughts not much more optimistic than Will's or Brad's. Still, the thought of being butchered on television in front of all those he knew and loved, was enough for him to cling onto any group he could come across. His voice still shaky, Christian muttered once more to the three in front of him. "We're....we're with you guys... yeah?"
"Well I do, for the most part."
"Mmm... Me too."
A red-headed boy and a blonde, bespectacled one weilding a large dagger had walked out of the shadows, having listened to their conversation. Their interest had peaked when they had heard the name Gabriel mentioned, the very individual they had been trying to follow ever since they'd buried the corpse of Jason Foley. So far, they had very little luck finding him, and they deduced that they had taken a different route across the island than he had. But still, they had ran into this trio, who from what they'd heard, encountered Jason's killer not long ago.
The larger, blonde one, Will, walked closer, with his short-sword sheathed once again. The other one, Christian, followed not far behind. They looked dirty, having followed Gabriel's frustratingly erratic path, eventually ending up lost in the Jungle, before ending up where they were now. They hadn't ran into anyone up until this point, which was both suprising, and disturbing.
Christian stood beside Will, in front of the other group, and spoke, his voice raspy and shaken. "I heard you mention Gabriel. Will and I have been... well, hunting him across the island for a little while now, after we discovered Jason Foley's body, and a note from Gabriel that read 'Good luck!'"
With a sullen, yet angry expression on his face, Will added. "I buried him myself." A dull silence hung in the air for a moment, but Will quickly began to speak to the rest of the group, Christian still watching the surrounding area for anyone approaching them. With what seemed like intense purpose in his voice, despite the fact that he had but a hope in hell of keeping anyone else alive, let alone himself, Will Sigurbjornsson's voice resounded throughout the group.
"I agree with you, Brad. It's Brad, right? Anyways... Christian and I... after seeing what that evil bastard did to Jason, we're trying to hunt him down, and make him pay for what he did. He took sick pleasure in butchering him, I can tell you that. But I know for sure that we could use some help in taking him down, and getting the fuck out of this hell-hole."
Like Brad, Will had his doubts this was going to work. How could they get the collars off? How would they get past the rediculous amount of terrorists guarding the island? How the fuck....? However, he knew that if they did find some way to take off the collars, and avoid the 'players' and the terrorists, they might just last long enough for the Millitary to find the island, like they had before. Might...
Christian shrugged, just barely breaking a smile, his thoughts not much more optimistic than Will's or Brad's. Still, the thought of being butchered on television in front of all those he knew and loved, was enough for him to cling onto any group he could come across. His voice still shaky, Christian muttered once more to the three in front of him. "We're....we're with you guys... yeah?"