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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:07 pm
E7 blinked, "Hey do we even have a bar keep?" He asked looking around, it didn't look like they did. He could amuse himself with that.
"Truth or Dare doesn't sound as fun when it's all truths." He said softly with a frown. Looking around at what they had, there really wasn't all that much to go on for daring. They didn't have weapons or pendants or much anything to use as leverage.
However the bar keep gave him an idea.... inside his little brain he was scheming and tapping his fingers together, "I think I might have something we could do if we really don't have a bar keep."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:54 pm
There was nothing fun going on - the gaying trio had stopped being loud and obnoxious, and the E-members seem to be talking about revenge on their own member... Which was pretty cool, but not quite entertaining enough to pass the time. She was, however, smirking behind her mask as she listened, leaning against the back of the couch (which was getting too crowded, seriously); while she didn't really mean to eavesdrop, they were near, and they were talking rather loudly. She can't even cover her ears with her hands due to the gas mask! Heh, wasn't some of them talking about teamwork and togetherness just a moment ago? Oh look, now some of them are looking at things her way.
Too late for that though.
"Seems like I'm kinder to my team than that E-10 they're intending to have revenge on, and I'm no angel. Only problem is, they're dead and that guy's still alive," She muttered softly, mainly to the Gamma Two who had been ignored so many times (it was amusing for her to watch though), "Ah, seems like only myself and one other from my team had perished... Heh, seems like my team found themselves some balls."
At this, she rested her head on the back of the couch so that she was staring at the ceiling once again; maybe they fared better without her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:01 pm
A7 stopped slamming his head into the bar when he felt the splash of vodka hitting him. He turned his head, and rested it on the bar, completely ignoring the vodka as it beaded down his mask from the aftermath of G3's shower. "I never thought anyone was going to survive." A7 muttered. "I only hoped for the slight possibility that- but.. ah well. It don't matter no more, does it? We're all dead, dead, dead. Hangin' out in a bar with no way to get drunk. We ended up in hell because we decided killin' everyone was the way to go." He held his hand up, despite keeping his head on the bar, waiting for a high five. "Hey. Hey G3." A memory sparked - something that would cheer him up more than anything. "Whaddya call a Mexican with a rubber toe?" In the background, A7 could barely hear the background music, soothing his ragged soul.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:11 pm
"I was starting to wonder if I was a ghost in here," yII said dryly as bVII spoke to him. She certainly was no angel, talking about having balls all the time and whatnot, but whoever eX was, they sounded like they very well may be straight up psychotic. Maybe they were like bX in a way... as he recalled that particular beta being pretty bloodthirsty.
"It seems the last of my group is still alive, though my team was small to begin with," he replied. Two out of the three in his mini squad were dead now, probably in thanks to his lack of judgement. He couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the circumstances of his death. Most likely for as long as he was in this lounge, he wasn't really going to let go of that tidbit. Perhaps it would stick with him once he decided to move on as well, but he really didn't know what to expect to happen upon stepping through the gate.
"I have to wonder if this wouldn't be the case right now if I hadn't answered that stupid text though," he mumbled while turning to watch as... yIII was pouring some drink over herself. Well.. that was... interesting.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:26 pm
"... Did you just make a joke? Oh look, old man, you just got 10 years younger by attempting humor!" Beta Seven was of course, referring to his 'ghost' statement and decided to offer Gamma Two a golf clap before letting her limbs go limp again, although wearing gloves made it barely audible, "But heh, don't take it too hard. If my team was down here with me, I doubt I would even talk to you as much, wouldn't you agree?"
For now, he was entertainment for her!
"I had... 5 to 7 with me," She tapped her gas mask, "Can't remember. Wasn't keeping track, and Beta Four just kept giving everyone nicknames so it got confusing... I just let them follow me if they wanted to." She shrugged; it wasn't a lie. She did only take note of a few people in her group; those who were with her from the start - and even then, she had always told them that she wasn't going to protect them nor did she really expect much from them. No false hope. Ah, maybe she'll get a ticket to heaven after all, heh.
"You and me both, old man," She turned her head sideways so that she was no longer staring at the ceiling, but at Gamma Two instead, "But what's not meant to be ours will never be ours... If we were meant to die, we would have died, sooner or later. Unless you think dying later would make any sort of difference."
What a fool.
"HAHAHAHA. You Gammas are as interesting as the Betas!" She raised her head to cast a quick glance at Gamma Three before flopping her head backwards again, "I wonder if I was this interesting before I signed up for this s**t."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:34 pm
A-Three's arms came away from his sides, holding them rather awkwardly just above the 2nd Fiver that had attached himself to the man's middle. Making a low, strangled noise of utter confusion, he stared at the other as though he'd gone absolutely mad. "What, pray tell, are you doing?" It was a furtive whisper, as though what was happening had begun to send him into a panic, though really... Why on earth wouldn't the younger allow Three to give Seven a piece of his mind, hmm? Snorting softly, he then ever so slowly swiveled gaze to Fiver.
"I don't want to 'kick his a**'." He muttered sulkily, "I want to merely convey my condolences for his...unfortunate situation...as I did warn him of this specific outcome." Yes, he wanted to go be a smug b*****d....what of it? A-7 richly deserved it for being a thickheaded, murdering dolt. And there he was, reclining against the bar as though this was merely another evening to while away.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:37 pm
There was a deeper inhale, a slight hold, and she exhaled slowly, finally letting her gaze drift, breaking from where she had been focused past the horizon. Her body shifted a little on the couch -- she tucked her legs a little closer, loosening her posture to rest back a little harder against the couch, allowing herself a little relaxation, leeway she never given herself in the 'real world.' For the first real time since she'd appeared in the lounge, Zeta Eight looked around slowly, her gaze sweeping from one edge of the room to the other, noting it's current occupants. Many she didn't know, had never seen before, when they were alive. Most of the ones she had known, she wasn't surprised to see here either -- she'd watched many of them die. There were a few, however, she was startled to see, an inexplicable sense of mourning rising up in her throat. Her eyes faltered a little as they moved over Zeta Three, focusing on where he sat across the room for a few hesitating breathes. From beneath the mask, her eyes moved over his frame, taking in the slouched posture, the way he, too, stared off into space, so like how she had a few moments before. She hadn't realized he'd died... Sitting forward a bit, she jerked a little as she stopped herself from getting up, frozen mid-motion before settling back down.
Zeta Three looked like he needed his space. They'd have time to talk.
They had nothing but time now.
As if on cue, there was a sudden flicker of motion in front of her, someone approaching through the crowd. Zeta Eight turned to look over at Alpha Twelve as she suddenly crouched in front of her, allowing her to take her hands with a curious tilt of her head, although it was nothing like the clinical intrigue she had felt before. This was... genuine bewilderment. Beneath the mask, her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she glanced down at the way the girl cupped her hands, so much affection for someone she had hardly knew. Alpha Twelve had died doing the same thing, crouched in front of her. The words were muffled, but she saw the scene like a black-and white movie, feeling the subtlest of squeezes on her shoulder before that hand fell, the body crumpling. She'd died right in front of her, trying to save her from herself.
'We can't come back.'
Lifting her eyes again, Zeta Eight stared at the girl, holding the breath she didn't need to take. There was a flutter in her chest, a wave of overwhelming distress, and she squeezed Alpha Twelve's hands tight in her own, as if trying to keep her there. As if she would hold on and never let go.
'I'm gonna go through that door. Soon. I think.'
"No," she barely whispered, the ache in her chest that much worse by how the sound was warped by the gas-mask. It had just started... she'd just started her life, how could it be over? How could she never see them again? Her eyes lifted as Alpha One sat down next to her, shifting to where Zeta Four appeared, looking perplexed.
Somehow... seeing them all there just made it harder.
She knew even before looking what it was as the sound of a 'bang' echoed through the room, startling a few who had been lounging nearby.
"Oh Seven..."
By the second bang, she had already let go of Alpha Twelve's hands, getting up from where she had been seated, already walking towards the well-built Alpha. Her hands had already risen, unbidden, before she could stop them, wrapping around his waist as she came up behind him, the press of her gas-mask awkward against her face as she rested it against his back. From beneath her mask, she could feel tears she could not wipe away roll silently down her cheeks. It was so unlike her to cry.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
Why was she sorry? She couldn't have explained if she tried.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:39 pm
Fiver II was adamant. If either of the boys thought they were leaving they were sorely mistaken. He didn't seem phased by Three's confusion. After all, the man hadn't told him to let go. If he had, Fiver II might have willingly obeyed.
Instead he gave a flat look from behind the mask. "No. To both of you. If you two run off and run your mouths then it'll just start a fight *here*. What happens if we die *here*? I imagine it doesn't lead to rainbows and flowers." He said his voice gruff. "You just said to learn when to be silent, Sir. I think this is the time for that."
His authoritative voice didn't last long as it became softer, "Don't start anything. We're dead, guys. We're here and together. Don't mess that up now. I don't want to loose you guys again."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:40 pm
“No kidding,” she said in response to E-1. The times in the Cornfield were the good old days, though they hadn’t known it at the time. They’d been at the peak of their power. They were unstoppable!
But most importantly they were a united front. A real team working together to protect each other.
E-12 didn’t know what to think about exacting revenge on E-10. If they ever saw her again it would mean she was dead, and wasn’t that punishment enough? E-8 had the right of it when he said that was all part of it. Like it or not the goal of the game was to kill others and survive and that was exactly what E-10 was doing. But maybe E-12 was just thinking that way because no one had killed her but her own stupidity. She kept her mouth shut for fear of earning the others’ wrath.
As more and more people started filtering in, E-12 started feeling claustrophobic. She drew her knees up to her chest, clasped her arms around her legs, and looked towards the open door.
“I wish more people would hurry up and go through that thing” she muttered.
She looked up when E-7 mentioned the bar. “I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but how are we supposed to drink through these?” She tapped her damned gas mask.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:40 pm
Chuckling lightly at bVII's comment, yII shook his head to himself, "It's just not easy to tap into my humor reserves when there's so much tension and... well just the whole seriousness of this entire event."
Resting his head against his hand, he soon frowned while looking back at the beta. No, dying later probably would not have made much of a difference at all. He'd still be dead in the end. And most likely, the others would still be as well.
"Nah I guess you're right. I guess I'm just trying to figure out the answers to all the questions revolving this entire mess. It's not turning out so well," he said with a slight grin before staring at her.
"No, I bet you were still going on about balls all the time before you came to the island."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:08 pm
How long, Z3 wondered vaguely. How long would be be before the Reapers finally shooed him on through that door to the end? Sure, they said a person could idle here forever, but they couldn't expect anyone to take it seriously. After all, beyond that frame, into the depths of wherever it went, there was promise of their identities, their former lives, their everythings that they'd left behind for the island, all all waiting for the taking... and who in their right mind would pass that up?
... He wasn't sure if he even wanted to remember, anymore. Here, he'd at least possessed a driven purpose-- albeit a failed one-- to keep him moving forward. He'd suffered no guilt or emotional baggage. He was just Zeta Three, the calm, the faceless, the stoic mastermind out to guard his own neck. His existence had been so beautifully succinct, but now, sitting, slumped against the mockingly plush chair he couldn't really feel, he had nothing to do but think on all the what ifs that never mattered during the game.
What if he'd been some kind of dread criminal before? He knew, depressingly, that he was smart enough to be so self-servingly stupid. Survivalist rules changed things, sure, but there was probably no comparative for the world he'd left behind. Killing and robbing there couldn't be justified so guiltlessly.
... Worse still, what if he'd been even lower on the totem pole? A complete nobody? Someone not even worthy of the name he'd lost? Was any of it worth risking the identity he'd just built in three days' time?
The longer he thought about it, the sicker and less confident he felt.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
Somewhere behind him, he could hear a voice that was entirely familiar, but so racked with emotion and uncertainty that it hardly seemed to be Z8 at all. Had he not been there for her last five minutes of life, he wouldn't have even connected the two, but... no, she was there, and stealing a glance over one shoulder, so was A7. Sadly, the latter didn't surprise him a bit.
"Should've never leant him my scythe..." he mumbled brokenly to no one at all, going so far as to pull his legs up near his chest. That scythe, in his mind, still belonged to him, and even the comfort that came with power would've been so welcome now. Clutching it made him feel better, for as briefly as he had. It made him feel like he had purpose.
He'd even clutched for something in those last, miserable moments of bleeding out, but he couldn't remember what it was.
.... God, in a room so full of people, he'd never felt this alone before.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:25 pm
Fiver frowned slightly at Fiver II's words, still tensed. What did it matter if they died again, really ...? They were already dead. Maybe it would be that a*****e, A7 that went to someplace worse than here. He could hope, right?
But as Fiver II kept talking, Fiver sighed softly, forcing muscles to relax. "All right ... all right, fine. I don't want to lose people again either..." he admitted softly, eyes lidding behind his mask.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:38 pm
E7 chuckled at E12. "Not for a drink, for a game." He smiled, "It'd at least amuse ourselves until something better came along."
He watched the bustle about them, there were a lot of people in here. He wondered, "What's beyond the door?" He asked quietly of his team members to see if they knew.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:42 pm
Right as the words left his lips, he felt arms wrap around his waist, and turned around to see the head of Z8 just under his chin. His mood visibly lifted, but for a split second the image of her lying in a pool of blood flashed past his eyes. He shook his head to clear the image, and wrapped his arms around Z8, lifting the girl up into his lap with one quick heave. The apologies were confusing him, and he let out a long, healthy chuckle under his breath.
"I ain't got no idea what you're apologizing for, sunshine. All I know is, I've got you now. And hey, we're dead. Can't get any worse, right?"
He patted G3's shoulder. "Remind me to tell you the end of that joke later. You're gonna like it. I can feel it."
He rested his head against Z8's shoulder, and breathed in a deep sigh. He was wrong - sure, they were in a lounge filled with liquor that couldn't drink. But he could feel Z8 in his arms. He could see G3 in front of him, ready to listen to his terrible jokes. And he knew that meant somewhere in this room, A10 was hiding, ready to pounce.
Maybe this was heaven after all.
"Hey, sunshine. Can I buy you a drink?" It seemed like he'd finally settled on a nickname for her, after several failed attempts. He choked a laugh out at the insanity of it all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:59 pm
"You have humor reserves? Right, now you're just lying," She raised an eye brow before waving a hand in the air at his excuse, dismissing it as a... Well, excuse, "The more serious an event, the more you need humor, old man. Lighten the mood, blah blah. Right, you just gained back that 10 years you previous lost with the ghost comment."
She then gestured towards the open door and the darkness beyond it, "Hey, your answers are there. Don't let me stop you from seeking them..." Actually, she still wanted his company (until her fellow Betas die and join her anyway) but she wasn't about to admit it. She didn't want to admit that she was getting way too comfy in this place... Ugh.
"HA. I wonder if I ever needed to use the word 'balls' in my old life," She laughed, giving a shrug, "Maybe I was a princess from some foreign country, and you're a prince. Or I was a magician, and you were a 60 year old man in the audience!"
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