Re: In A World Of Shit
Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 1:48 am
Wayne said he found it. Maybe he did. Clarice couldn't see a murderer leaving the bag behind, not when they had such few supplies to begin with. But maybe. Maybe it belonged to Abby, since
god. God, this was all so
Clarice looked down. She heard Natalie talk. She hesitated for a moment before looking up again.
"I'm not doing anything stupid. Even if even if he was a killer, I " She trailed off.
If Wayne was a murderer, there was nothing she could do. What were the options on this island? She could kill him—or try, at least—but she wasn't going to play this game. Even if Wayne had killed, he didn't deserve it. And even if he did, Wayne probably had friends. Family.
Clarice couldn't be the one to make anyone else feel like she was feeling right now. She wasn't a fucking asshole.
She looked Wayne in the face, before straightening up some. "Fine. But if I find out you were lying..." She paused for a moment longer, then said, "I'm going to be real fucking upset with you."
She turned to where Ty had been. He wasn't there anymore.
"...Wait. Ty? Where'd—" Her gaze moved a little further. She could see Ty's retreating figure in the distance. "Hey! Ty! Come back here!"
He didn't turn back.
"...Fine. Fine! Be that way, you fucking murderer!" Clarice yelled after him. "Be that way!"
She regretted the words the moment she'd yelled them. She couldn't she shouldn't blame Ty. It was Isabel who'd done it. But fuck. She just wanted to hate him so much.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath.
With that, she turned back to Wayne and Natalie. She looked at Wayne for a moment, then turned her attention on Natalie.
"If you follow him be careful," she muttered.
She left, going the opposite way of Ty. She could have caught up, perhaps, if she ran. But but she wasn't sure if she wanted to.
((Clarice Halwood continued elsewhere.))
Clarice looked down. She heard Natalie talk. She hesitated for a moment before looking up again.
"I'm not doing anything stupid. Even if even if he was a killer, I " She trailed off.
If Wayne was a murderer, there was nothing she could do. What were the options on this island? She could kill him—or try, at least—but she wasn't going to play this game. Even if Wayne had killed, he didn't deserve it. And even if he did, Wayne probably had friends. Family.
Clarice couldn't be the one to make anyone else feel like she was feeling right now. She wasn't a fucking asshole.
She looked Wayne in the face, before straightening up some. "Fine. But if I find out you were lying..." She paused for a moment longer, then said, "I'm going to be real fucking upset with you."
She turned to where Ty had been. He wasn't there anymore.
"...Wait. Ty? Where'd—" Her gaze moved a little further. She could see Ty's retreating figure in the distance. "Hey! Ty! Come back here!"
He didn't turn back.
"...Fine. Fine! Be that way, you fucking murderer!" Clarice yelled after him. "Be that way!"
She regretted the words the moment she'd yelled them. She couldn't she shouldn't blame Ty. It was Isabel who'd done it. But fuck. She just wanted to hate him so much.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath.
With that, she turned back to Wayne and Natalie. She looked at Wayne for a moment, then turned her attention on Natalie.
"If you follow him be careful," she muttered.
She left, going the opposite way of Ty. She could have caught up, perhaps, if she ran. But but she wasn't sure if she wanted to.
((Clarice Halwood continued elsewhere.))