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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:38 pm
Gale gave Bix a somewhat disparaging look, reaching out to push the other boy's arm. "No, she doesn't look like a dude," he said exasperatedly, then rolled his eyes. Oy vey, he's even weirder than I though at first.
But Bix's next question caught him off guard. Gale's lips pressed together in a thin line, and for a long moment he didn't say anything, merely fiddled with the gun in his hands. "I...don't know," he answered him finally, the words short and laced with irritation. "She was on that first test somewhere, but I haven't seen her since."
Leslie's disappearance made him unnerved. He and his sister had always been close, especially since they shared that odd twin bond that made it so they could sometimes sense what the other was feeling. Gale had always thought he wouldn't have to worry about that not being there...except when it wasn't.
Damn you, Leslie.
"Anyway," Gale said hastily, wanting to change the subject. "Whatever. She'll be around someti - what are you doing with those nunchucks, exactly..?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 5:29 pm
"Yah yah!" He made stabby motions with the wooden daggers. "Well at least you know that your sister is one of two places.." He clacked the daggers together, the wooden sound echoing off of the walls of the empty room. "She's either still in a pod, or she's one of the many people wandering the halls. So don't look so sour." He made another stabby motion at Gale, sticking his tongue out. What a goof.
"Nunchucks.. Oh god can we talk about the pod-sperience we had for a second?" Bix was a little bit jumpy from subject to subject. "First off.. I know it was like, imaginary or whatever, but what an effin fiasco. Nunchucks? I saw like three people NAIL themselves in the face."
He walked to the nearest dummy and stabbed it furiously with his mock daggers before deciding he was bored with these too. What else could he play with?
"I mean who programmed that? Bad choices all around. THEY GAVE BEFORE A GUN." What idiot would give BEFORE a GUN?! "Not to mention being totally fixed. It was like the Kobayashi Maru..." Yeah. Star Trek reference.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:54 am
Gale had learned one very important thing about the hunter named Bix:
The dude changed subjects more times than people changed socks.
Not that that was a bad thing, really. In fact, it was kind of entertaining. The fact that Bix was not as suave and debonair as Gale had originally thought he was made him...okay, kind of a lot more cool in his eyes. Besides, maybe if they became...well, real friends (though he was still a little uncertain as to how Bix felt about the whole age difference thing, since he was fifteen and Bix was...somewhere around college age - and as he'd noticed, most people here did not take nicely to his "young" age), he could teach him how to talk to girls and stuff.
...or something. Except right now Gale just wondered what was going through the older boy's mind.
"I'm aware that she's somewhere," he replied exasperatedly, then rolled his eyes. "I never had the nunchucks, actually. First I had a gun, then I had a mace...thing. The gun was awesome, but the mace was bloody difficult to get in a good hit. I almost universally missed."
"Though," Gale added, shaking his head in amusement. "I actually do remember watching people nail themselves in the faces with those things. Not a very good weapon, in my opinion."
There was a pause. He lifted an eyebrow at Bix.
"Did you just Star Trek me?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:58 pm
Bix turned red but fought a smile. He was definitely happy that Gale got his reference but didn't want to get called on it!
"At least you got it. Nice." He looked like he would do a high five but then his arm never came up and he just sort of bobbed forward like a weirdo. He spun back around and went back to picking up weapons. A high five? Since when have you ever high fived? Idiot.
He didn't find anything that struck his fancy but his eyes drifted to the edge of the room. There was a heavy bag and gold and white boxing gloves. They looked used. Something about that made him feel slightly better. People here were training to save people.
"Punching." He walked over in a few long strides and hit the bag with his bare fist. It barely even moved. "Something I suck at."
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:58 am
Gale had liked Star Trek, so it wasn't as if he were trying to tease Bix for liking something so...well. Trek-ish.
...or maybe he was, but that was beside the point. Nerds, much? Gale shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the fact that he was a dork. "It was a pretty cool movie."
Bix made some weird movement, which had Gale looking at him with a mildly confused expression mixed with vague concern for the older boy's well being. He was such a strange guy, but...in some way Gale still thought he was pretty cool.
...sort of.
He followed Bix over to the punching bag, just barely holding the laughter that threatened to burst out at the bag not moving, hastily schooling his features into what he hoped was a serious expression. "It's okay," he said, resting his hand against the fabric. "I'm not the greatest either. Plus I'm, you know..."
Gale trailed off, face flushing. "........kindashortbutnotreally," he mumbled, and attempted a halfhearted push at the punching bag, which stubbornly did not move in the slightest.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:01 pm
"Is there a weight room?" Bix flexed his muscle and it was like.. so nonexistent. If muscles could be concave, he'd have that. Years of staying up late in front of a computer and never doing more walking than to class had taken their toll. "Maybe we will be muscle men."
Images of he and Gale with rippling muscles made him smirk a bit. "Maybe you didn't hit your growth spurt yet." He was teasing but it could be true. Some guys were late bloomers. "Are your parents small?"
He punched the bag again, harder, and it did sway slightly but barely. Obviously this was something you worked at. "I wish I could google a workout routine. I bet there's not much else to do around here than fight stuff."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 2:49 pm
"I have no idea," Gale replied almost automatically, eyes moving up and down the big punching bag. It was taller than he was, even if it wasn't hanging form the ceiling, which made him feel slightly pathetic and more than a little child-like. He was fifteen, but being short for his age made him look much younger and therefore, most of the time he was treated like a little kid.
His gaze slid towards Bix. "You?" he asked with a snort of laughter. "Somehow I don't see either of us being all that muscley." He gave a shrug. "Then again, you never know."
"And they're...relatively tall. I mean," Gale amended, rubbing his wrist absently. "They're not giants, but they're not short either."
Perhaps Bix was right. Maybe he just hadn't hit that growth spurt yet that most guys his age did. The thought was a little encouraging; maybe after he got his weapon and trained a bit he'd get stronger and hit that growth spurt. Then he could be taller and less...er, childish.
Or maybe he'd just stay a shrimp his whole life. Gale shifted his gaze back to the other boy.
"It's gonna suck without internet," he agreed, and reared up one of his legs to kick the stupid punching bag as hard as he could. This time it did sway a little, but not much. Gale sighed, dropping back into his normal stance. "I guess that means we have to make up something to do."
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 12:03 pm
"Even if you don't grow much the girls will all think you are sooooo cute." He ribbed Gale a little more and smirked. Of course when you were gangly albino you never really got 'cute' comments. You never got 'hot' either. Mostly you were pegged as 'weird' and at the best... 'interesting'. "I'm sure you'll be fine though."
"Not long ago I'd say I'd diiiiie without internet." He punched the bag again, more deliberately and less like a flailing goofball. Maybe he could take this seriously. "We can cope.. hopefully. We'll play a lot of knock-knock, zoom-zoom. Maybe some dorm cooking competitions if we can get some microwaves or something."
He'd found a box in the top of the closet of his dorm. It was mostly empty but apparently the previous resident had left some things behind. Maybe there would be an electric kettle or something.
"This may sound hella-random.. but what do you think happened to our bank accounts and stuff? Mine wasn't connected to my family or anything." He was an independent man... sort of.
The thought made him finally think about his family. He'd never even gave a letter or excuse to his parents. For all they knew he disappeared just like his little brother. The thought made him sag momentarily and a damaged expression flitted across his features. It was the first time he'd thought about his parents through this whole thing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:04 pm
Gale gave a derisive snort. "Yeah, cute, like I'm some sort of furry animal they can take home and dress up or something," he said, rolling his eyes at Bix, but he felt a little reassured by his comments anyway, even if the older boy was now flailing around and looking like a monkey on crack with his movements. Gale attempted to keep his face straight.
"What the bloody hell is 'knock-knock, zoom-zoom?'" He said, sputtering with laughter. "It sounds like some terrible video game or something. As for the cooking...well, I know how to cook a mean microwave dinner, does that count?"
Bix's question caught him off guard as Gale attempted to aim another punch at the bag, and he slipped, staggering forward and almost whacking his face against the stupid thing in the process. "I dunno," he said as he righted himself, now just as curious as Bix was. "I mean, I had my own account too. I didn't live with my parents, so I had one set up when I moved out..."
Come to think of it, would his uncle even notice his disappearance? Or his parents, who he had not seen in several years? They would care, certainly, if they knew, but Gale had refused contact with them after a while, not wanting to hear the despair in their voices.
"Strange, huh?" he said, kicking at the bag. "That we're here and all, I mean."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:59 pm
"Knock knock, Zoom zoom!" He said the name louder, as if it was an explanation. "You know.. you knock on someone's door and run away so when they open it no one is there. Knock.. zoom? Get it?" He made a stupid face at Gale and continued to flail at the dummy before he just stopped and took a breath. Already his arms were aching. He never did much of anything with them.
Rubbing a bicep he pouted. Bix would need to work out and he didn't want to admit it.
"It is kind of weird. I never thought I would go through with anything like this but here I am. Maybe the reality of it hasn't sunk in but I kind of like it here so far." The people were okay and the place itself was like any other educational institution.. minus the manipulation and science-magic.
"Maybe once we get some real life monsters up in our faces we'll change our minds."
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 9:36 pm
Gale stared at Bix as if he were speaking Mandarin Chinese.
Sometimes he wondered what on Earth went through the older boy's head at times. Or rather, all the time. There was just something very...strange about Bix, besides the fact that he was an albino. Strange, definitely, but not entirely unpleasant. On the contrary, Bix was the one person who didn't treat Gale like he was four years old and incompetent, so he was automatically approved in Gale's mind.
Mostly.
"You mean like Ding, Dong, Ditch?" he said, trying to figure out where Bix was going with this. He lashed out and kicked the stupid punching bag instead of hitting it, feeling a jot of satisfaction when it swung back.
"Maybe we're all just dreaming," Gale said, in a falsely eerie voice as he made a face back at Bix. He knew that wasn't true, however. They were all here, on this island, and perhaps the white haired guy was right - it hadn't sunk in exactly.
"Maybe you're right."
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 6:46 am
"Yeah.. I guess. Oh you funny British people and your funny words." He snickered. "Please say 'jolly good' at some point in the future so I can giggle like a little girl!" Bix seemed to be done with the 'training'. He hadn't hit anything in a minute or so and instead he was just looking around the room to see what else it had to offer. There were sliding glass doors on one side that led out to the lawn and more training dummies out there.
"Oh god.. what if we are in the pods.. dreaming we were in the pods.. ********! Or we are just the dream of some kid with cancer and our island is in a snowglobe.." He'd never even seen the soap opera St. Elsewhere but he'd heard about it's lame series finale on TV a few times.
He drifted back to the rack of training weapons. Many of them looked unused and he wondered what would happen if he took one of the dart guns back to his dorm. That could pass the time. He could make a target and shoot it for idle fun.
"Shhhhhhh.." He held his finger to his lips as he pulled one of the dart-handguns down and tucked it into his waistband under his shirt.
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