(Oh yeah, you were totally in your rights to skip me. I was AWOL.
Sorry for making you wait guys, it's been hard getting back into things after being off the ball for so long. Thanks for being so patient.)
Amazonian society? Pfft. That wasn't even remotely possible. The girls would never do that to him, Johnny was all muscular and shit. He could just push them out of the way if they did anything funny... at least he was sure he could. They didn't look all that strong, or scary, or even dangerous. Then again Johnny had a nasty habit of never taking shit seriously, so frankly they could all just gang up on him and he wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop them. Of course this would never cross Johnny's mind, and even if it had he would brush it aside anyway. Because that's how Johnny McDowell rolled.
His inflated ego aside, Johnny couldn't help but feel bad for how the situation with Aislyn turned out. He was probably one of the tiny reasons
why Aislyn decided to flip shit and scadoodle. Wasn't all his fault, these girls were the ones to blame too. Even so, Johnny winced every time Aislyn raised her voice, and once she left he felt a large empty feeling. What if she were to die? Yeah she was being a humongous, inhumane, selfish bitch who wanted control over what happened but did that mean she had to die too? The definition of death in Johnny's dictionary was a vague hand-wave at best - "death means leaving" - but he knew the mechanics and it honestly made his stomach wrench.
He quickly forgot about it.
"I'm like fine," Johnny answered, almost confused. "Uhh, yeah, just fine."
Johnny pursed his lips. He wasn't a words kind of guy but he felt that he had to say something. Everyone looked so glum.
"Hey, I know, like, you guys knew her," he motioned to the door, "but you guys can't blame yourselves for her walking out. Like, I'm pretty sure she had you in her best interests but she was going about it the wrong way. If she's, like, going to go and desert you just because you guys weren't playing the same way she was then... well... shows you where her loyalties are."
He stopped and for the first time realized how his words might be interpreted.
"No offense. I'm not saying she was looking out for herself, or that she didn't care about you. Like, I think this game changes people and she changed. She couldn't deal with the fact that you guys were trying to stay as human as possible instead of looking out for yourselves... and that's pretty cool. Cuz I know I want that. I wanna be Johnny, not some number with a list of kills."
He stopped again. "Uhh, my name's Johnny by the way." He looked a bit nervous. Shit, he didn't even know half of these girl's names. Were they going to slap him for that. "Just in case you guys didn't know... yeah..."
He paused for what felt like the tenth time in a row. "... and thanks for letting me stay. I totally don't want to be alone right now."
Johnny finally quieted down. He was talking way too much. He shrugged and looked over at Felicia. She wanted to figure out who these girls were. He liked the idea. Johnny looked over at the room where the bodies were. Well... maybe he knew them. He quickly stepped over... damn. Shit went down. Jesus. There were two bodies in the room, one he couldn't even identify and the other... damn, he knew that one. He turned around and peeked his head out.
"... I know who one of these is." Johnny said with certainty. "I only know her first name, it's - uhh, Charlotte. Don't have a damn clue what her last name is. She was like that one girl with the red hair, the one who came out of the close."
How the fuck could he forget that? She wouldn't shut up about it. Johnny didn't mind gays, unless if they were like rubbing up against him but that never happened, but Charlotte was like super-serious about it. It was as if being gay were some amazing accomplishment that could make a girl very cheerful. Being proud was one thing, being excited about it was another.
... he would miss her all the same.
Johnny walked back in. Even though he was acting calm, he really couldn't handle taking another look at the second body. He didn't have the stomach for it. "I don't know who the second girl is so... we're going to have to look her up."