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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:32 pm
Temper tantrums were definitely not a new thing for Sébastien. It was a rare day when he didn't manage to have one. Even so, it was rare to get him in such a mood that he didn't calm down and unruffle his feathers shortly after. Somehow, Virgo had managed to do just that, the girl in the crazy outfit putting him into such a bad mood that it was surprising the Earth wasn't shaking with each one of his stomping footsteps. How dare she? How dare she insinuate he wasn't being careful? How dare she bring up Elke! And how dare she know Elke so damn well!
"GOD DAMNIT!"
Sébastien paused in his mental rant to kick at what he thought was a small rock, only to find out that it was only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. The sound of whatever toes he'd damaged was blocked out by his pained howl as he hopped up and down on one leg. Damn these Englishmen! They were ruining everything!
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:12 pm
Amongst all the changes that took place in the transition from alive to dead and back around, one thing remained a sure fire fact when speaking of Avery Roth: he did not like to lose.
Avery had been addicted to partying, and his grades dropped, barring him from playing. Coach told him: "Think of the team!" So, he stopped going to parties.
Avery had been a chain smoker, and his health declined. Coach told him: "Think of the team!" So, he stopped smoking.
Avery had been addicted to Elke, the one thing more important than anything else. Coach told him: "Think of the team!" Avery didn't. What it took to forget about Elke was becoming a flesh-eating, abandoned version of his former self. Still, he would not be beaten down by his feelings because it would mean losing to them. Call him a jerk, an idiot, any number of names and Hell, he might agree. Loser? No, never that. He would never lose to any addiction.
Forget Elke.
Forget the team.
Forget the world.
If he was going to die--and he was oh-so-sure he was--it would be on his terms. No life-sucking, evil mayhem school was going to kill him. (You know, kill kill. Which is all that really counted in this situation as far as he was concerned.)
"GOD DAMNIT!" Sebastien had screamed like the whining little child he was.
"Yeah, no s**t," Avery agreed, watching him with a bottle in one hand and pile of bloody flesh and who knew what else in the other. Another cat, perhaps? Or had he managed to snag a human this time? "You finally admit to being a bad Thriller extra?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:35 pm
The blonde whirled – well, tried to whirl at least (try whirling on one foot) – to face his opponent, only to be met with a rather severe case of disappointment. It was only Avery. As much as he hated Avery, the teen would be pleased to know that he'd dropped down several ranks on his hate list ever since Virgo showed up. He may be Elke's boyfriend, but he wouldn’t have interfered with some good, old-fashioned Sue-tackling.
"Oh. It's you." The expression on Sébastien's face probably could have soured milk, but at least he'd stopped screaming. "I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know about zhe Thriller or anything else. What are you doing?"
The only thing he knew was that he failed and life was really starting to suck.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:43 pm
Avery had numbed himself to the feeling of curiosity best as he could under the reasoning classic Let's Split Up Gang logic would mean your untimely demise in the face of multiple students, many of whom had taken to banding together while the zombies remained inharmonious and lost. Not that he could talk; this guy didn't give a rat's a** about the other green-skinned students running around like animals in a zoo that left all the cages open.
"It's--You know what? Nevermind." Not caring about anyone worked wonders for not getting killed by them, too. But as Sebastien failed to go off on him like a ticking bomb that had all zeros across the timer, defying all patterns Avery had come to know and expect, he couldn't help feeling somewhat morbidly amused and slightly intrigued. Whatever had upset him enough that he hated it more than he hated Avery was a story worth hearing. Nothing better to do.
"Planning," he answered honestly. "What are you going on about?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:48 pm
Avery was surprisingly mellow.
It should have been enough to put the blonde on his guard, but at this stage of the game he really didn't care what happened to him. Not only had he failed to save Elke from a beating, he'd failed to repay Sue in kind, and he'd been hauled off his target by some crazy dressed girl who proceeded to school him on other girls. Whatever Avery was planning, it could not have possibly been worse than all those things combined.
"I met zhis girl…" Yeah, because we've all heard that one before. "'oo apparently is not liking zhe violence and pulled me off of Sue before I could break 'is face! Zhat is what I am 'going on about.'" He gave an unhappy, if not slightly melodramatic sniff.
"What are you planning?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:55 pm
Ah, there it was. That old fashion Avery scowl, obvious and bitter as ever. Any other time in history, it had been meant for Sebastien when the misfortune of being in his presence had occurred. It was aimed at something greater now: mankind. Sue and a handful of others stood out on Avery's list of People I Wished I'd Punched In the Face Sooner, but really, he wished death and fire and horrible, horrible plagues on all of them. Because he was jealous. Because they were alive and he wasn't.
"Why didn't you break her face then his?" Now, had he known Virgo was Elke, he'd have backhanded anyone who dared say what he'd just said. He didn't know, and he'd at least convinced himself he didn't care; it was every man, woman and child for themselves now. Those humans working together would certainly sell the others down the river if it meant their own escape. Chivalry had no place in Barren Pines: Death School.
Surprisingly mellow was indeed a good way to describe the way he peered at the former--present? who knew--rival, waiting for a response before he bothered providing one about other matters.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 5:08 pm
Avery's trademark scowl was met with an equally typical Sébastien sneer. Two could play the facial expression game, after all. Even so, it was kind of comforting to know that Elke's boyfriend had stopped being sort of mopey and they'd lapsed back into their original relationship. The last thing he needed was Avery deciding they should be friends or something.
"So I am guessing it is acceptable in your culture to just punch zhe girls in zhe face when you don't even know zhem?" The blonde snapped back, trying to sound as irritable as possible. "It wouldn’t have made a difference. Sue was gone. "And he was still bitter about it. Damn her! There was a momentary pause, before he said, in the same sulky tone, "And she was talking about Elke."
Which was synonymous for 'I was listening very carefully.'
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 5:18 pm
He laughed before he could stop himself, and then, "My culture? My culture? Tell me, Sebastien, what culture you know of that has written down customs for a damn zombie invasion? I sure as Hell didn't take undead drills with the tornado ones when I was in grade school. Did you." The deadpan tone at the end inclined his...whatever Sebastien was to him now, that he didn't expect, nor want an answer.
If nothing else, he could rest easy knowing Avery had no intention of being his friend. The last thing he needed was a "friend". None of "them" needed "friends". Leave it to someone too stupid to even realize they weren't alive to understand the best way to survive as an undead. Epic levels of irony had him laughing again.
"If someone got between me and Sue, yeah, I'd hit them. They should know better. Nothing to do with my culture. You go around looking at people as girls or boys instead of just people, and they'll kill you for real before you can blink. Not that it matters. They're going to get you eventually no matter what." Snorting, smirking with his lips, frowning with eyes, Avery swirled the minimal contents of the bottle and shrugged. "That's why I'm not going to let them do me in, the bastards. I'll kill myself and take as many of them with me as I can doing it once I find the s**t I need. You should think about it too when you wise up to what's going on around this Hellhole."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 5:58 pm
Sébastien's sneer quickly morphed into a scowl when Avery laughed at him, and the scowl only darkened when he went on to talk about zombies and tornado drills. "Zombies, zombies, zombies! And zhis... zhis undead nonsense! I do not know zhese words! I do not know what you are talking about! C'est stupide!" Why did everyone just assume he would know what every word meant in English?! He wasn't a dictionary!
His mood didn't improve any when Avery went on to talk about dying and killing himself first. But at least he had the decency not to frown to harshly when the other boy talked about his own demise. As much as Sébastien would enjoy seeing Avery out of the picture, he wasn’t exactly sure he liked the sound of what Elke's boyfriend had in mind.
"What is zhis.. 's**t' zhat you are looking for?" he asked, cautiously.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:07 pm
"What's it to you?" Avery didn't snap at him or say it like he was getting defensive. What did he have to lose by being honest with Sebastien? He'd gotten a hit in on him once, but it didn't mean much. He'd barrel through him if he had to. Same as everyone else.
They had to pay.
Realization dawned on him like the sun rose in the morning; bright and obvious. He didn't know what the word meant? Another laugh found it's way up his scratchy throat and into the horrible world around them. "A zombie, Sebastien. It means you're dead, but not. You can still move, and think, and do other s**t normal people would do. Except now, you want to eat normal people." Various hand gestures, voices and expressions accompanied his explanation. This was not the Serious Business Avery that all of them knew. This was some borderline stark raving mad version of him.
"You know what a monster is, don't you? That's you. And me. A lot of us. We're horrible abominations to the world, and they're going to kill us all. Even if they don't, someone else will. It's either kill and hide forever, or kill then be killed. We're le screwed, man. We were all damned from the start."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:47 pm
"I am not allowed to be curious?" Sébastien replied, raising his eyebrows. He hadn't expected Avery to tell him up front. That would have been beyond strange. But if he wasn't going to tell him even after a little questioning, the French teen knew he could always play the Elke card. The strange girl had brought Avery up, and he was only now remembering that fact.
Though on second thought maybe he'd just punch Avery until he told him. He certainly deserved it, laughing at the blonde like that.
He listened with an unconcealed sulk as Avery explained this word "zombie", not liking the fact that the other teen was right. Except for the bit about eating people, that was. Sébastien hadn't eaten anybody. Sure he'd thought that Giselle and Elke were a little tasty, but that was just hormones! At least, that was what he firmly told himself.
"Oui, I know about zhe monsters. But are you sure zhat zhey are just going to go around killing? I do not understand."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:20 am
It was immature, but Avery rolled his eyes. Twice. Once at the start of the sentence, once at the end. This guy was such a complete, total idiot it was almost staggering. How could you be the wrong color, want to eat your friends, die in a fire (albeit not in that order) and still deny the obvious truth?
Did he think the sky was green, too?
"If by "they" you mean the zombies, then what you're going for is "we", man. If you mean the students, no s**t. Yes? That's what they're doing now, isn't it? It's kill or be killed; I already said that." In their position, he'd have done the same thing. Maybe he'd have even mowed down Elke if he had to. He wouldn't think twice about it now--or so he told himself.
"So get with it, or you'll go down as a horrible spokesperson for your homeland. To think that you would just stand aside and let them rip you apart. France weeps for it's failure of a child, I'm sure." So much for that unspoken truce. They were back to the cheap shots already. The only difference was Avery didn't say it just to insult him; getting on his nerves was only an added perk for telling the truth this time. "Let me clear it up for you, okay?"
There was a pause during which time he would have inhaled, had he been human.
"WE. ARE. DEAD. FLESH. EATING. MONSTERS.
THEY. ARE. ALIVE.
THEY. ARE. GOING. TO. KILL. US. PERMANENTLY.
YOU. NEED. TO. KILL. THEM. FIRST."
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