The Smell of Blood
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2019 10:17 pm
((OOC: Coming from Cillian~It's My Birthday.))
In terror, and on pure adrenaline, Mason had ran from Cillian. Running towards the gunshots, and the figures in the distance, and then to the large clouds of smoke. Sure, it might've been a stupid move in the end, but Mason didn't care. As long as he got away from that madman. Besides, other people were probably drawn to the smoke aswell, and maybe they were all meeting there to discuss a way off of this island. Mason smiled softly at the thought of everyone getting away, but the smile sooned turned grim as he reached the School Building. If he had been following the map correctly, he should've been at the Bamboo Coppice, and not the School Building.
Cursing himself inwardly, he covered the lower half of his face with the map of the island, and then jumped over a dense part of the flames surrounding the School Building. They danced menacingly, getting dangerously close to the School Building and then jumping back away, as if to mock Mason. With one last look at the flames, he jumped through a broken window, and into the School Building. "Hello." His voice came out hoarse, instead of the loud shout he wanted it to be. "Don't shoot, don't shoot."
The smell of blood soon made its way to Mason's nostrils. He fought the urge to throw up as he dropped down to his knees. Because of the smoke outside, it smelled like the blood was burning. Almost like burning flesh, yet not quite. Either way, it still reeked of death. Mason spotted the laptop, laying broken nearby. He sighed. If only someone hadn't been clumsy enough to drop it like an idiot. He laughed at the hopelessness of it all. Maybe the laptop was a way of saying that there was no way out of this nightmare. If only, if only... He turned slightly, and his eyes widened as his mouth feel open on its own accord.
A dead body...of a girl. Her neck was torn open. No, more like blown open, as if there was some sort of explosion on her neck. Ah...collar explosion. Mason crawled over to her body. If her body had been completely intact, Mason would've recognized her as Tayli E. Vreeland. Sure, they never really talked in school, he knew her from the student council. He placed a hand on her stomach with a frown. "Poor, poor you...what an unfair death." But, really, girl, you must've been an idiot just to sit in a danger zone like that. ...I'm not going to die like this. Definitely not. Mason began to get a little dizzy from the smell. He stood up, his legs trembling. He soon fell back down onto his knees when he spotted the other deadbody.
Now this was just too much...not only had a girl gotten her neck exploded, but there was some guy lying in a pool of his own blood, blood running down from his mouth and a grand bullethole in his chest. Too much, too much! Mason threw up, barely missing the head of the dead Sydney Morvran. Although Sydney was intact - more or less - Mason didn't recognize the boy. "God, what happened here?" There were so many peices of the puzzle missing. Perhaps, someone ran in and shot the boy, killing him, and the girl just sat there weeping over her love's death? Maybe, the boy got in the way of a shot for the girl, and the girl simply weeped over his death eventually getting killed via collar explosion? Perhaps the boy shot himself for the sake of being with the girl, but like an idiot missed his heart, and the girl wrestled away the gun from his hands and yada yada?
Or, maybe - Mason laughed at the thought - the girl was carrying in the laptop, thinking she had found a way out of there, tripped, and the laptop fell and broke, and her gun went off, hitting the boy in the lungs. Mason wiped his mouth with his sleeve, snickering all the while. "And then, the girl is crying over his death, instead of getting out of the danger zone. That has got to be one of the stupidest things I've heard." He smacked himself in the forehead, realizing that he was laughing over someone's deaths. People were playing this stupid game. They had given in already, those idiots. Didn't they realize no one had to play? Or, maybe they all decided to start playing, having heard the announcements?
"Idiots, idiots, idiots!!" Mason held his head in his hands. "No one has to play..." Angrily, he shoved his bag off of his back, and unzipped it in a haste. He pulled out the GPS Scanner, staring at its screen. It was an overview of the island map, with dots every which way. Dots representing people all over the island. Some were alone, others in groups of two, three, four, five and six.... He sighed. Shame the dots didn't tell you who anyone was. They were just that...dots. He sighed, his gaze falling on the girl once more. He hadn't noticed it before, but on her belt was a gun. Mason smirked. Maybe I'll take part in the game... He reached over, and took her Glock with a small chuckle. He walked around, looking for the two's bags. He only found one, but he didn't care.
He transferred all the food, drinks, and random things from the first aid kit into his own bag. Mason hid the Glock inside of his bag, before wandering about. He took what he figured were hand grenades off of a nearby desk, and put them into his bag aswell. "Sigh..." He took out a water bottle and began to idly take small sips, glancing every now and then to the broken window leading outside.
In terror, and on pure adrenaline, Mason had ran from Cillian. Running towards the gunshots, and the figures in the distance, and then to the large clouds of smoke. Sure, it might've been a stupid move in the end, but Mason didn't care. As long as he got away from that madman. Besides, other people were probably drawn to the smoke aswell, and maybe they were all meeting there to discuss a way off of this island. Mason smiled softly at the thought of everyone getting away, but the smile sooned turned grim as he reached the School Building. If he had been following the map correctly, he should've been at the Bamboo Coppice, and not the School Building.
Cursing himself inwardly, he covered the lower half of his face with the map of the island, and then jumped over a dense part of the flames surrounding the School Building. They danced menacingly, getting dangerously close to the School Building and then jumping back away, as if to mock Mason. With one last look at the flames, he jumped through a broken window, and into the School Building. "Hello." His voice came out hoarse, instead of the loud shout he wanted it to be. "Don't shoot, don't shoot."
The smell of blood soon made its way to Mason's nostrils. He fought the urge to throw up as he dropped down to his knees. Because of the smoke outside, it smelled like the blood was burning. Almost like burning flesh, yet not quite. Either way, it still reeked of death. Mason spotted the laptop, laying broken nearby. He sighed. If only someone hadn't been clumsy enough to drop it like an idiot. He laughed at the hopelessness of it all. Maybe the laptop was a way of saying that there was no way out of this nightmare. If only, if only... He turned slightly, and his eyes widened as his mouth feel open on its own accord.
A dead body...of a girl. Her neck was torn open. No, more like blown open, as if there was some sort of explosion on her neck. Ah...collar explosion. Mason crawled over to her body. If her body had been completely intact, Mason would've recognized her as Tayli E. Vreeland. Sure, they never really talked in school, he knew her from the student council. He placed a hand on her stomach with a frown. "Poor, poor you...what an unfair death." But, really, girl, you must've been an idiot just to sit in a danger zone like that. ...I'm not going to die like this. Definitely not. Mason began to get a little dizzy from the smell. He stood up, his legs trembling. He soon fell back down onto his knees when he spotted the other deadbody.
Now this was just too much...not only had a girl gotten her neck exploded, but there was some guy lying in a pool of his own blood, blood running down from his mouth and a grand bullethole in his chest. Too much, too much! Mason threw up, barely missing the head of the dead Sydney Morvran. Although Sydney was intact - more or less - Mason didn't recognize the boy. "God, what happened here?" There were so many peices of the puzzle missing. Perhaps, someone ran in and shot the boy, killing him, and the girl just sat there weeping over her love's death? Maybe, the boy got in the way of a shot for the girl, and the girl simply weeped over his death eventually getting killed via collar explosion? Perhaps the boy shot himself for the sake of being with the girl, but like an idiot missed his heart, and the girl wrestled away the gun from his hands and yada yada?
Or, maybe - Mason laughed at the thought - the girl was carrying in the laptop, thinking she had found a way out of there, tripped, and the laptop fell and broke, and her gun went off, hitting the boy in the lungs. Mason wiped his mouth with his sleeve, snickering all the while. "And then, the girl is crying over his death, instead of getting out of the danger zone. That has got to be one of the stupidest things I've heard." He smacked himself in the forehead, realizing that he was laughing over someone's deaths. People were playing this stupid game. They had given in already, those idiots. Didn't they realize no one had to play? Or, maybe they all decided to start playing, having heard the announcements?
"Idiots, idiots, idiots!!" Mason held his head in his hands. "No one has to play..." Angrily, he shoved his bag off of his back, and unzipped it in a haste. He pulled out the GPS Scanner, staring at its screen. It was an overview of the island map, with dots every which way. Dots representing people all over the island. Some were alone, others in groups of two, three, four, five and six.... He sighed. Shame the dots didn't tell you who anyone was. They were just that...dots. He sighed, his gaze falling on the girl once more. He hadn't noticed it before, but on her belt was a gun. Mason smirked. Maybe I'll take part in the game... He reached over, and took her Glock with a small chuckle. He walked around, looking for the two's bags. He only found one, but he didn't care.
He transferred all the food, drinks, and random things from the first aid kit into his own bag. Mason hid the Glock inside of his bag, before wandering about. He took what he figured were hand grenades off of a nearby desk, and put them into his bag aswell. "Sigh..." He took out a water bottle and began to idly take small sips, glancing every now and then to the broken window leading outside.
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