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 Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:06 pm
A7's arm tightened again, just slightly, and his eyes looked at the doorway as she said it. Swirling vortexes never looked very friendly to him.
"Yeah." He sighed in defeat. "It really does."
And this room, filled with strangers that had become friends, did not look lonely. In fact, it looked the entire opposite. It wasn't hard to understand why A7 was holding back. He pulled his gaze away from the door, and took a glance back the other way. As far away from the door as he possibly could, in fact. That was where his eyes wanted to go.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:07 pm
As A4 started to play that piano, Fiver allowed his own song trail off, since that music was nicer than his voice really. And ... hell, he could afford to let them have a bit of time to themselves. He'd noticed a while ago how very much Fiver II gravitated toward Three, and though he did feel a little jealous, hell. What was the point? They were dead now. So if Fiver II wanted Three for these moments ... it was fine.
Fading back a little, Fiver happened to notice one of the newcomers shrinking into a corner, almost huddling against the wall as he watched everyone else. There had been several new ones over the last few minutes, in fact. Must be another fun little test going on. Fiver snorted softly, intending to go slouch back onto 'their' couch.
But something about the newest one's posture reminded him a bit of Mouse, or Z4. He winced just slightly at the memory of that boy's breakdown ... and also recalled how he'd gone to him, brought him out of it. He had though maybe ... he might convince the other at some point to join their tiny little 'team' but he hadn't gotten the chance. And then it appeared that Z4 found his own team anyway. Those Phoenix idiots.
Now, though ... even here ... it seemed he might have another chance to at least make a tiny bit of a difference to someone else. Wandering over toward that corner, he leaned on the wall nearby Gamma Eleven and said softly, "Hey. How'd you end up here?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:16 pm
The music had his eyes closing, a low tenor humming along with each trilling note, each crescendo of sound. Of course, Eleven had no idea how he'd known this song. Maybe he'd liked this stuff back when, or maybe the melody was just one of those common little things. Fingers moving in a slow pattern against his leg, he barely noticed it when Alpha Five made his way close to him. Blinking, he looked up at the other, head inclining ever so slightly to the right. Some strange quirk, no doubt. Something he didn't mind.
Still humming on key with the music, he paused briefly when asked 'how'd you end up here.' Still a tetchy subject, but Eleven sighed. It would help to have at least one friend....or tentative aquaintance, ".....There was a test....I was in command of EXII.....We were supposed to get five blue pendants to command...to get out of some smelly gymnasium...I was dying...and...she protected me, but...Here I am." His heart ached again at the mention of Twelve. Eta Twelve....
The choked note couldn't be missed in the rather kind male's voice, "And so, here I am. Gods be damned, I didn't want to die....but I suppose..." He trailed off, sighing, "None of us did..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:22 pm
Fiver grunted softly at that, nodding as he folded arms over his chest. "Yea, no s**t," he grumbled, his own bitterness over his multiple deaths welling up again. At least it sounded like this guy got a chance to fight. Maybe a fairer sort of test than what he and Fiver II and Three had been through.
Though he was starting to wonder if anything on this island was really 'fair'. Heh. Maybe they were all supposed to die. The whole thirteen survivors thing could be a total lie.
Sticking his hand out toward the other then, he said, "Fiver. I pretty much got killed twice over for speaking my mind to the group I was with." He jerked a thumb back toward the two waltzing slowly to one side. "Those two were the only ones that stuck with me ... after the first time I died."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:32 pm
"Gamma Eleven." He replied, reaching out and shaking Fiver's hand, "I...Was left alone after ATTEMPTING to point out how logical it was for the group and I to remain together. After all, thinking in linear perspective..." And the young man rambled on about logic for a moment, "....and so it would make the most sense for us to have remained together, you know?" Sighing once more, he shook his head, "But they just insisted on going off and leaving me." Snorting, he cracked his knuckles a bit, thinking.
Tapping his fingers on the wall again, he glanced at the two that Fiver had pointed out. Huh. So it had been an interesting alliance. He'd not even
had the chance. Whatever. Dead now, he really had no point in 'alliances', though...making friends would be nice, "But yeah....whatever..." Shrugging, he grumbled, "No use for linear thinking now, is there?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:43 pm
Fiver's eyes glazed over more than a little during that rant, and he found himself glad for the mask ... since it hid the fact that most of what the other talked about flew up waaaay over his head.
If he'd made some attempt to follow it, he might could have ... he wasn't totally stupid or ignorant, he knew that. But in this place? Well, it simply wasn't worth the effort anymore. Blinking a bit when the rant suddenly ended, he raised an eyebrow slightly beneath the mask.
"I guess not ... all that logic, though. Damn. You've obviously thought about this a lot, huh, Spock?" Yes, Gamma Eleven now officially had a nickname. Fiver vaguely recalled the name being associated with logic somehow, so it was perfect. It had to be. Right? "Almost nobody on this damn island has seemed inclined to listen to sense." He sighed softly.
"That guy over there... " he said, pointing at Fiver II. "He TOLD the crowd in the stupid classroom not to kill Mr. Death - after it was too late, but hey. And he was right. They all ended up here, eventually. After killing him for saying they shouldn't do it, and killing me and Three there for defending him. Heh. Idiots, the lot of 'em."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:49 pm
Wait a sec....Spock? What the hell was a 'spock'? It made no sense to the Gamma. Shrugging, and glad his mask hid the blush and confusion, he nodded, "Yeah...I have been thinking a lot about it. The island's been insane since I woke up here....I'm not liking it too much."
When Fiver went into his explanation about the other one, and the other Alpha member, a frown tugged at Eleven....er...Spock's face. "Sense. They do not have it." Chuckling to himself, as if he'd made a clever joke, he sighed, "So this is death, huh? Can't say I was expecting a lounge like this....I was kinda just expecting..." Looking at that dark door, he sighed, "THAT." Darkness, nothing....Hell, it's not like he was searching for Valhalla or something. Wait....What the ******** had just popped into his head? Well. Whatever. Worrying about it would cause headache, not worth the trouble.
"So...Fiver.....What do you think of this idiocy?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:00 pm
Fiver grinned inside the mask at the other's apparent acceptance of his new nickname and then glanced about, nodding. "Yea, apparently death is a lounge. Complete with undrinkable alcohol - which has mostly been used to make dorky music with shot glasses - piano - which you see being played by Tardis there - comfy couches, and a hoard of people who died for nothing." He snorted softly.
"I'm honestly starting to think there's no point to any of this. Whoever or whatever brought us here ... I think we're all gonna die eventually. Or, ********. Maybe we all died BEFORE we got here at all. Cause I'd count this island as hell any day."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:06 pm
Nodding along with Fiver's words, he glanced over at 'Tardis', then around the room once more. Damn, alcohol would have been nice right now. A good.....strong drink. He would have given anything for that. Sighing at the thought, something then struck him. Waiiiit a second. Backtracking through what Fiver had said, Spock then realized. Holy Gods above!
"Wait one second, dude. Did you say you died TWICE?" How the hell was such a thing even POSSIBLE?! Dying twice...would intone that they'd come BACK. Somehow. Holy s**t. They could come back? Or rather...it was possible? Not that he had any reason to, but Spock was simply shell shocked by the very thought that they could return to Hell from this...rather plush, warm lounge.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:11 pm
Fiver blinked. Oh, he'd just now realized that he said that? Heh. Kind of a funny guy, this Spock. "Yea," he murmured with a slight shrug - as if it was no big deal.
"I don't even remember anything. I know my arm was broken ... like, badly enough the bone was sticking out. Then there was this SOUND. They told me somebody broke my neck..." he trailed off with a shiver.
"Then I woke up back in the ******** tent. Bam. If I was ... here before ... I don't know about it." He shook his head a bit. "There were some others that came back too. Someone else from my original group and a couple more from other places, I think."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:16 pm
Nodding slowly, but surely, as he mulled over everything Fiver said. Spock toyed with his armor as he considered the idea, "That must have been quite the interesting little fiasco." Big words from the man who died in the gymnasium. For now, he was considering all his options, "So that door.....That's.....The end, isn't it? Kinda like...our past....and s**t?" He had to ask....
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:29 pm
Fiver blinked, then glanced over at the door and quickly away. He'd almost managed to forget about the damn thing. Though now that Spock had pointed it out, he felt a kind of tugging toward it ... as if the door itself wanted him to step through. Like the darkness wanted to embrace him, an old friend.
Shaking his head quickly, he thought, not yet ... not yet, and turned back to Spock. "Yea, apparently. Some people already ... left."
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 2:30 am
Whether it was the impromptu dance number or the Doctor's fingers on the smooth ivory, Zeta Eight couldn't shake the songs that kept circling in her head, little tiny pieces of memory she couldn't quite remember but couldn't quite forget. They buzzed around like angry bees in her ears, drowning out the sounds of chatter that, with every new entry, inflated the sound, tapering off again as someone walked through the door. She had turned from where she sat at the bar, almost missing as Zeta Four picked up his newfound 'silly hat,' catching the end of his song as he looked back towards the lounge, unable to reach for him before he was gone. But if the absence of one more singing voice, the ones in her head only crescendoed a little higher, mercilessly insistent.
Tucking her legs further under the barstool, she stirred her glass of vodka with the fingertip of her middle finger, her own words barely audible as she continued onward with Death Lounge: The Musical. The sound was slow, twice as slow as the original, and she sang it soft and low under her breath, her voice a rich alto.
"I dreamed I was missing... you were so scared... but no one would listen... 'cause no one else cared..."
It wasn't a particularly trained voice -- even in death, it showed that Zeta Eight had never been a performer. But she sang none the less, to herself on that barstool, her mind a million miles away, to an apartment she had shared, to a field full of fireflies, to an abandoned alleyway.
"After my dreaming... I woke with this fear... what am I leaving... when I'm done here?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 2:43 am
A7 was staring at the opposite end of the room. He refused to look at that door, that entryway to all of his past. His memories. The person he was before of all of this.
It was the last thing he wanted right now. He'd signed that waver for a reason. He knew, somewhere, deep down, that he didn't want to know why.
Turning his eyes down to A2 for a moment, he answered her with a thread of song while pulling his arm away. "So, if you're asking me, I want you to know."
He couldn't hear Z8 singing from here. He had no idea that he had picked up her song, her melody full of regret. He brought his hands up to his mask, and rested within them.
"When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done." His hand reached out and squeezed A2's, before leaving her to join Z8 at the bar. "Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed."
Hah, that was a laugh.
"And don't resent me, when you're feeling empty." He had no right to ask it of her, but still, he stood just behind Z8 as he sang.
"Keep me in your memory. Leave out all the rest."
The door was just in front of them. The sight of Z8 unfocused as it had caught his attention once more.
"Leave out all the rest."
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 3:08 am
She almost didn't continue when she heard Alpha Seven's voice, her eyes lifting to where he leaned against the bar beside her. She hadn't planned on continuing -- she hadn't planned on anyone hearing her either, and for a moment she bristled a little, flustered that she had been found out. Looking over her shoulder, she turned around in her seat, moving to get up, possibly walk away, maybe to threaten him. Instead, she found herself merely leaning forward a bit, the toes of her boots touching the ground, almost completely off the stool. She didn't raise her voice any, but she faced him so he could hear, her hands lifting to take one of his in both her own, pulling him just a little closer.
"Don't be afraid... I've taking my beating... I've shared what I've made..."
Almost unconsciously her thumb stroked over his hand, fingers tracing his palm in a soothing motion. They didn't have to look at the door to know what they were both thinking, the thought more prominent each time one of their own stepped through into oblivion.
"I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through... I've never been perfect, but neither have you."
Taking a breath, she paused here, feeling something pressing upon her memory. But it was gone a moment later, overshadowed by the ringing in her ears, almost drowning out her own voice.
"So if you're asking me I want you to know... When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done, help me leave behind some reasons to be missed."
Although the weight of the mace was long gone, her fingers didn't forget the feeling of the metal as she held it, the momentum as she swung. She had relished the feeling -- it was a control, a strength she had had to bend her fate and everyone else's to her will. Now that that control was truly gone, and there was nothing else she could do, there was a pang of regret. Not for the action itself, but for the impression it undoubtedly left on others.
"Don't resent me... and when you're feeling empty, keep me in your memory... "
She couldn't sing the last line -- really, how could she?
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