As their night together had moved on and on, Dee was finding it pretty darn easy to relax around this girl. Given the fact that Louise was a complete stranger, and what’s more, given the fact that they were both cast in a situation where they’d benefit more from tearing each other’s throats out than sharing a handshake, it was refreshing to have a brief pause in all of the panic and worry.
It was as if Dee was on some big ol’ church sleepover, making that awkward small talk with some other girl from another equally hick town. God, even thinking about those sent a chill down Dee’s spine. Sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor was one thing, but talking about good ol’ Jesus the whole time was a real thorn in her side. Given that the circumstances of their sleepover was a mess different, surprisingly their conversation was just as rife with awkward, mindless small talk.
Once the ‘where are you from’s, and the ‘what’s your favorite subject’s were checked off of the master list of friendly, but pointless small talk, the girls could get to work. Louise was clearly an athlete of some sort, baseball, if Dee were to guess. Or track. Something that gave her a unique ability to push heavy crap across the unrelenting hard floor. Dee was lucky that she didn’t try to start something with Louise earlier, since it was damn likely that she’d have been as screwed as a Chihuahua going up against a Saint Bernard.
The conversation they’d shared had been so disconnected from the show, the game itself, or strategy, that the morning announcements were a jarring, snapping reminder about exactly why they were sleeping on uncomfortable wooden benches.
The announcement was a little too chipper and excited for Dee’s liking. She rubbed her groggy eyes, a little pissed at the sheer volume and pitch, and significantly more pissed at it’s contents. Golly gee, it looked like the kids were stepping up. Dee listened to a series of unfamiliar names being rattled off as killed, and familiar names being dubbed their killers.
Jewel Evans. Pia Malone. Corin Albanesi. Hell, was Dee the only kid from her school without a body count? Dee could have guessed that America thought middle farmland Oklahoma was all ‘howdy neighbors,’ and corn, but their class was sure as heck proving that wrong.
And out of all the Davison kids names that were rattled off, Louise didn’t react to a single one. “I, uh, guess you didn’t lose anyone. Friends. Boyfriends. Nothin’. That’s some good news. Hardly call it a good mornin’, but I guess there’re worse ways to wake up.”
Truth be told, Dee didn’t react to a single name either. Even those who’d gone and killed, or got themselves killed, none of it phrased her anymore. Sure it was sad that Soren, a good Christian boy got shot up by that goth girl, Jewel, or that sweet Leah ended up getting shot in the chest, but it was harder and harder for Dee to feel anything. No sadness, no pity, hell, she didn’t even feel happy it wasn’t her. She just felt, well, nothing.
Nothing except hunger. As the announcements rattled on, Dee grabbed her daypack and hugged it to her chest. Ten minutes was all the grace that the producers were going to give them if they were arbitrarily in some danger zone they’d decided up on a whim. If it came to it, Dee was ready to haul ass and get on out of there. Hopefully Louise would be able to keep up.
The speaker finally clammed it, and thankfully the bowling alley wasn’t on her little list. For now, their little base would be safe another day. To celebrate, Dee thought about eating some of her skittles, remembering as her hand dug down into the bag that she’d polished those off earlier yesterday. How about her sandwich? Oh wait. That was gone too. All they had left was that sawdust gluten-free bread, a few slim jims, some saltines, and a few bottles of water and Gatorade. Over the course of a day, that could feed just Dee alone. But since Louise was now a hired hand, the rations were going to run out pretty damn soon. Of course, this was a damn good incentive. Nothing made Dee more of a pitbull than an empty stomach.
“Well, this base seems like a good spot to wait things out a bit, but we can’t be here forever. I’d say we go out and look for our teams, but that ain’t even a guarantee at this point. No idea who’s left on my team, and I’m guessing that you’re on the same boat.” Dee paused, setting her bag back down to her side.
“Plus there ain’t much food left in here.” Dee’s mouth traced into a flat line. “We can keep the base and all, but we’re gonna need to step out and get some supplies. Food’s a start, but I’m thinking something that can also pack a bit of a punch.”
In her brief time with Asa, Dee had read that map backwards and forwards like it was a puzzle book. As if somewhere on the map, there’d be exactly the right set of tools for them to go ahead and create a do-it-yourself arson. Though it wasn’t useful then, all that studying proved useful now. “The sports center might be a pretty decent start.”
If Dee could get her hands on a baseball bat, or a lacrosse stick, or a tennis racket, or anything better than a gosh-darned foam sword, it’d be a sweet welcomed change. If they could come across someone food, that’d be swell too. Anything would be better than just sitting here and waiting to starve.
Credit goes to the talented BMO of the Marina and the Diamonds forum, the Marina Boards
But deep down, all you really want is love
The pure kind, we all dream of.
But we cannot escape the past,
So you and I will never last
NOTE:I'm somewhat self-conscious about my abilities as a role-player. If you happen to read my threads and have any input, I'd greatly appreciate hearing them. I want to improve and only your input will help me do so~
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Whittree Secondary School
Girl #IS1: Diana "Dee" Dixon
Weapons: 4'6 Long Boffer Sword (Abandoned)
Thread: Reckoning Ball
Storyline Progression: (Start) I -> II -> III -> IV -> V -> VI
Pre-Game:1 <- (Start) I -> II
Quote: "I reckon that Diana was supposed to be some classy princess that died years before I was born, right? Sorry Ma'. That dog won't hunt a lick."
Davison Secondary School
Boy#CS5: Aidan Adelman
Weapons: Full Set of Team Bandannas (Season 66), Zastava M70 AB2 (from Leah Bissard)
Thread: The Jellies Experience
Storyline Progression: (Start I) -> II -> III -> IV
Pre-Game:1 <- (Start) I -> II -> III -> IV (End)
Quote: "Doesn't Lady Gaga look super fierce for 34?"