At the westernmost part of the grounds of the Fun Fair lies a simple white gazebo with flower beds at each entrance. The gazebo is, coincidentally enough, highly similar to the one on the grounds of Bayview Secondary School, bringing a touch of nostalgic familiarity to the situation.* Threads Allowed: 1 *

Doesn't Matter, I had sex

Little Boy
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February 4th, 2011, 2:19 am #1

((Jimmy Brennan continued from Beyond Awkward))

((Thread is private, sorry for not mentioning it earlier.))

Jimmy Brennan woke up. His head was pounding, it felt as if he'd taken 10 shots of tequila and then been smacked in the face with a baseball bat. Not that he'd ever had tequila.

Or a shot of anything for that matter.

Groaning, Jimmy stretched out on the Gazebo floor, squinting in the morning light. The sun hurt his eyes and seemed to penetrate through whatever protection his eyelids offered. He desperately didn't want to move, not now, not ever again. Whatever enthusiasm he'd possessed before, killing Phil, getting his weapon, it was gone. For a second he regretted voicing that announcement to the cameras. What if Danya had passed it along? What if a horde of Phillips' angry friends were right outside the Gazebo, waiting to strike? He'd be slaughtered, unable to do a damn thing. His head was foggy and he saw bright lights and felt that world ending pain every time he dared to open his eyes. What the hell had he woken up to? Reaching out to his left, Jimmy brushed his hand up against the cool, calming feel of his prize weapon. The shotgun relaxed him, if only a little. He was armed, and that was enough. Still, the effort left him exhausted. What the hell had he been doing this entire time? His life since Phil's death... an uneasy blur of adrenaline. How much more could he give? More. Enough for another day, another week. He wouldn't quit, he owed it to Danya, and most of all himself. Quitting was worse then death, he was in it to win it.

If they think this is my limit, they're wrong. Fucking wrong, absolutely fucking wrong. I'll show them. I'll keep it up, keep up the momentum!

Somehow in the back of his head, Jimmy pictured an image. Danya at his desk, replaying his victory over Phillip Ward. The fat bastard shaking his jolly head, smirking in approval.

Approval.

"Jimmy, you motherfucker, I didn't know you had it in you." He'd say. "That's some hardcore shit right there."

It filled him with a sick sense of pride, but he welcomed it all the same. Just a few days ago he was unsure he'd be able to kill, make the cut. He was afraid of repercussions, of pulling the trigger and saying goodbye to his humanity like so many of his peers had. He’d gotten cold feet, but had he ever been more wrong. Killing Phillip had changed him, but for the better. He’d finally begun to take what he wanted, instead of sitting back and waiting for it to come to him. Four years of constant abuse and exclusion, finally he was getting his just reward. It didn’t matter what Danya was thinking about him, not really. It only mattered what HE was thinking. Despite his burst of courage the pain in his body sapped his strength. He’d been lucky so far, no broken bones. But he looked like absolute shit, bruises and blood smeared all over his face. There were probably countless more kids out there who were doing far better then him, far better equipped. Could he really win the game?

I CAN win this game!

The only question was how. He felt weak and everything in him, every muscle and joint refused to move.
There’s probably a hundred kids left, way better off then I am…. Then how the fuck am I supposed to win? I feel like I’m dying, fucking dying… I can’t keep going forever, I just can’t... But they can’t know that. I can win this game. Just need strength, just need to remember why I’m destined, why I have to win. Why I’m the fu-

Jimmy rolled over anyway, grunting in pain, to look into the sleeping face of Rosa Fiametta. He blinked.

-FUCKING. BEST.

Jimmy’s minded snapped back to a fully awakened state, as if he’d just had cold water thrown in his face. His heart hammering in his chest, Jimmy sat bolt upright on the gazebo floor, staring down at Rosa.

The beautiful Italian lay on the hard wood floor, snoring softly. Her hair was messy, a blanket covering her (bra-less?) chest. Jimmy couldn’t believe his eyes. Images of the night before filled his mind and it seemed almost unreal, like an extremely vivid dream. It couldn’t have been anything more then that, right? Carefully, quiet so as not to wake her, Jimmy leaned forward shaking with anticipation. He had to check. It couldn’t be real. For all his good looks and bravado he was still Jimmy Brennan and what kind of girl would sleep with Ji-

YES. IT DID HAPPEN.

Jimmy Brennan staggered to his feet, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Suddenly, like the days’ before, the pain was pushed to the back of his mind. Staggering around Jimmy looked at the corner of the Gazebo, both his and Rosa’s clothes lay atop their packs, tossed carelessly aside. Jimmy looked down and realized he was naked, safe for his dirty pair of blue jeans (although he was now wearing a new and refreshingly clean pair of underwear.)

He barely managed to stifle a giggle. It was as he were Cinderella and he’d just been given a fancy dress for the ball.

Clean underwear!

Naked Girl!

Clean underwear!

FUCKING NAKED. GIRL.

Jimmy staggered back, picking up his shotgun and dirty brown gloves. He’d evidently taken them off the night before, but they were his staple, his go to accessories (as gay as that sounded). Kids had always mocked him for his gloves, they were weird and it wasn’t as if gloves were required clothing for St. Paul Minnesota weather.

“Just another thing wrong with you Jimmy, you fucking freak!” He giggled as he fit the worn gloves over his hands. “Who’s laughing now?! Who got to have fucking sex!?”

Jimmy covered his mouth to avoid laughing outright. He didn’t want to wake Rosa. Bending down Jimmy picked up his shotgun, grunting from the effort. The thing was heavy and pain laced up his arm when he lifted it. It wasn’t tampered with (as if Rosa would do something like that), still stuck to safety, no bullet in the chamber.

Pristine condition, fucking death dealing machine!

Jimmy eased the gun onto his shoulder, humming to himself. The birds even seemed to be singing, or they’d always been and he’d just never noticed. The sun even seemed to hurt his eyes less.

“Perfect day. Oh my god, fucking perfect, fucking A, fucking amazing, fucking fucking FUCKING!” Jimmy sniggered excitedly to himself as he stepped out of the Gazebo and into the flowerbed. There was a path, but fuck paths. He was Jimmy fucking Brennan. God didn’t dictate where he’d fucking walk. He’d fucking shit on the Pope’s desk when he’d get back home. The smile still hadn’t left his face.

I think I’ll go for a MOTHERFUCKING walk.

~~~~~~~~~~

Jimmy hadn’t gone far from the Gazebo, only to a small creek nearby. He didn’t want to leave Rosa, or worse, get himself lost. She was far too sexy to leave behind, plus, the second clip from his shotgun was wedged in his sweater pocket back at ‘Base Camp’.
Despite his earlier foot wound even WALKING seemed easier. The world was lighter and softer. Phillip Ward was dead. Jimmy Brennan had killed him, and gotten laid as a reward. Jimmy could barely think straight. Random songs and phrases popped in and out of his head and immediately sprang from his lips. He didn’t give a fucking shit who heard. He’d fucked an Italian. The sexiest Italian in school.

“I fucking fucked Rosa Fiametta, she sucked my fucking dick and I fucking bent her over, and she fucking LIKED IT! And- and- SHIT!- and she was moaning and they’ll be selling fuckin’ SEX TAPES of that back home I was so fuckin’ beast, and I made her cum like, fifty fuckin’ times and fuckin’ Leila Langford probably WISHES she’d gone farther back at that mountain, because I fucking’ ROCKED that bitches world, I fuckin’ fucked her fucking fuck! Her tits! Fuckin’ huge, fuckin’ massive, she let me stick my dick ‘innem and I went EVERYWHEREANDITWASAWESOMEIGOTSOME. FUCKIN’ SEX. EVERYWHERE. EVERYWHERE.”

The creek was in sight. With a squeal of glee Jimmy tossed his gun aside and ran down to the bed, crashing down in the icy cold water. A split second before he hit the water, Jimmy regretted the decision. The water would be cold, and he’d be shivering for at least an hour. Then he remembered he’d had sex with Rosa Fiametta last night.

Jimmy splashed up out of the cool water, shivering and shaking, letting out a yelp. His teeth chattering Jimmy began splashing the water up onto his chest, thumping his head and his chest alternatively like a war drum.

“I come from the land of the ice and snow and the midnight sun and the fuckin’ COLD CREEK BLOWWWS! HAMMER OF THE GODS. DRIVIN’ SHIPS TO NEW LANDS! AH AH AHHHHH!”

Jimmy laughed insanely, realizing belatedly that if anyone were to stumble upon him they’d take him for an absolute fucking psychopath.

“Who gives a shit! Where’d they put their dicks last night!? IN THEIR PANTS. FUCKIN’ FAGGOTS!!”

Jimmy screamed and dunked his head below the icy water. It felt good to finally have a shower, despite the pain and the shaking. He was awake and he could see for miles. Finally bringing his heads up out of the water, Jimmy shook his head, sending water flying every which way. He looked down in the creek. A disgusting brownish-red haze had seemingly leaked off his body, sinking to the bottom of the creek. Jimmy had no idea just how much grim and dried blood had been on him, it was both disgusting and amazing. Still, nothing could shake him from his happiness.

“It paid off! It did, I leaned in, I kissed her and BAM we were off, fuckin’ GOD was she crazy, Rosa Fiametta, fuckin’ Christ, she’d probably slap me if I told her, I think she’d dig that, because real men don’t get hurt, so I’d be like- I’d- I’d be like ‘Babe, slap me.’ And wam bam bam, then she’d see how I just took it like it was nothin’ because really, that’s what I’ve been saying all along, just need to get used to the pain, just need to realize if I don’t have anything except pain, I can’t ever go back to NOT being in pain, so it’sall, it’s all just relative, I can take anything because it’s nothing I don’t already have see? I get it now, it makes sense, medical fact, I just need to stay in this then it’ll be GOOD if she wants to slap me, and then it’ll be even more awesome because she knows I’m got huge balls!”

Jimmy hit the water with his gloved hand splashing it up onto the bank. Dunking his head had been just what he’d needed after all. He was clear, devoid of any doubt. He was Jimmy fuckin’ Brennan, and he was the baddest badass in Bayview.

“I’m the biggest badass, fuckin Kronwall? No way! Fuckin’ Ward? Don’t make me laugh! Roland Harte? Fuckin’ pussy! I take’em all, shotgun blast to the face, BAM BAM BAM. AND MY DICK. IS THE BIGGEST DICK. EVER. ALWAYS. What kinda person doesn’t want a hero like that? I’m a fuckin’ Gladiator, fuckin’ always wanted to be a Gladiator. See boys and girls? That’s what it’s all about. I’m the Fittest! I get to be the Fittest now! Eat your broccoli, listen to your elders, fuck whores, kill people, fuckin’ Rock and Roll and you can be the Fittest too!”

Standing on the shore Jimmy laughed until he was gulping for air. Meaningless words swam before his eyes. He managed to take a step forward, letting out a groan of pain. Something… something wasn’t working. He was tired.

So fucking tired.

“Ughhhh…” He managed to make out before collapsing on his face, inches from his shotgun.

Could rest here. Could just … Just calm down for…
V5

Oswaldo Marx --> "Chicks dig scars? Yeah, I'm calling bullshit." --> Cicada Nights
Mikko "Mike" Korhonen --> "Interesting, very interesting!" --> A Casual Question
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Jay Holland > "If I just smile, I guess they'll think it's all okay." ESCAPED
Jimmy Brennan > H&K CAWS (12 gauge) > "Step through that door and underestimate me, just like all the rest!" > PLACED: 22 / 276
Roland Harte > Kris > " This is, for all intents and purposes, my war now." > PLACED: 150 / 276
Orn "Dutchy" Ayers > Harpoon > "I fell in a puddle..." > PLACED: 98 / 276

Abby Erickson > Claw Hammer > "I get tired easy, so maybe the big sleep would be good for me." PLACED: 27 / 53
Brett Torres > Raven Arms MP-25 (.25) [x4 clips (6 round capacity)] 17/24 /// Stoner 63 (5.56x45mm) [(150 rounds per Drum)] 300/300 > "Bloodthirsty little bunch, ain't we?"
Jonas Jeffries > PINK TEAM > MAC-10 [x8 clips (30 Round Capacity)] 30/30 > " 'ow doo I make the muggafuggin' kh-chg noibs?!" PLACED: 31 / 66
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February 4th, 2011, 9:02 am #2

((JJ Sturn continued from So Strange I Remember You))

JJ Sturn, when you first showed up on hellmurder island, did you expect to get a friendship out of the arrangement?

Whoa, hey, settle down, buddy. Don't worry, it's okay to call it that. Nobody here to gasp and faint and murmur disapprovingly because you have the gall to call her your friend. And don't worry, don't worry, nobody's saying that you're her friend. She is still a little standoffish and she is not exactly throwing hugs around (but wait, a little before last sunset, was that a smile on her face? Oh shit!) and she is not about to call you her friend.

But by this point, JJ had started to care about her. And that made her his friend.

Was that weird? Was that not okay to, like- okay, first things first. This wasn't like, a crush or anything. Right? Right. He thought. He hoped. God, why was he even thinking that? Fuck me, I- No, don't fuck him. Seriously. Don't!

And this also wasn't some weird piece of obligation, no definitely not. He wasn't trying to convince himself of anything, didn't need to convince himself of anything because when it came down to it, he liked this. He liked her. He felt pretty good about what he was doing, and on the occasions where she decided to speak, she was pretty pleasant company.

So this was all pretty good, right? Yeah. A good way to spend his time here on hellmurder island. Protecting her. From what, exactly? It wasn't like they'd actually run into anything hostile. A killer. A would-be-killer. A bear. None of that, nope.

But it'd been a good use of his time anyway. God knows there wasn't much better to do on this island. Despite what rumors you may or may not have heard, JJ Sturn was not in the business of killing people, so that was out of the question. And he also wasn't in the business of hiding out uselessly all by his lonesome, so that was out too. Plus his list of friends was pretty short, so not too much prospect for triumphant reunions, so hey. It all added up to the conclusion that following Claire was a pretty good use of his time.

Aww, it sounded so sweet when he put it like that.

So they were gonna head to a gazebo and see if they could rest there for a little while, because gazebos seemed like a pretty good place to rest for a little while. And they were going to befriend whoever they met there, because they were pretty much the two most likable and popular people on the island. And right now, at the gazebo, early in the morning, who's this we see right there? Oh.

I remember you.

Do you remember me? I hope you don't.

But something tells me you do.
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February 5th, 2011, 7:36 am #3

((Claire Lambert continued from So Strange I Remember You. [I've got Claire as of this announcement.]))

It had been three days since Claire had taken a life, and she still wasn't used to the idea. The image of DK's shattered glasses, the blood leaking down his face, had haunted her. She'd had a lot of time to turn over the action, to try to figure out if it had been correct.

It hadn't helped too much.

She hadn't said a lot to JJ over these past few days. She had been kept quiet by the strange meld of emotions brought on by everything, by the situation, the killing, the memories of the terror of being pursued, and the realization, nearly surreal, that the boy who had scared her so much she had called her father in tears for a ride home, who had beaten his own friend bloody for no better reason than that she had refused to go home with him, was actually not such a bad guy anymore.

At least they'd been safe. They'd managed to stay out of the attention of the killers, managed to avoid the danger zones. Now, they were mobile again, searching for somewhere else to shelter. The gazebo seemed as good a place as any. The small size would hopefully ward away the other students, convince them to find better targets. If it didn't, they'd be able to tell at a glance, then move on.

And then, as they got close, they came across something unexpected. There was a girl. A girl in the gazebo. Someone Claire recognized.

"Keep calm. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Danya makes things sound worse for the announcements. Besides, it was her brother."

Still, Claire figured she shouldn't assume everything was safe. The gun she had taken from DK was in her bag, which she had taken back from JJ somewhere in the past few days. It was easily accessible, but she didn't want to start anything, not when it could all have been a mistake. The fact that Ilario had killed people didn't mean Rosa was dangerous. So far, she hadn't been on the announcements. That had to count for something.

There was no saying how Rosa would react when she looked up and saw a killer, though, especially one with a big guy like JJ. A big guy like JJ who had had very unfortunate dealings with Rosa in the past, who had a reputation around school precisely because of what he had done to her. Rosa could be armed, could be dangerous. Danya had specified that Claire had shot DK. If she kept her gun from sight, hopefully that would be enough to get her a little bit of trust. If she kept it close at hand, well, hopefully she'd be able to head off any attempt Rosa made at getting some payback. She wouldn't do anything until it became clear that conflict was imminent, though.

"No more misunderstandings."
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February 9th, 2011, 9:03 pm #4

((Rosa Fiametta continued from Beyond Awkward))

Rosa's eyes blinked open. Yesterday... the previous night... were immediately at the forefront of her mind. Not her finest hour, not be a long shot. The first thing she looked for when she awoke was Jimmy... not there. Fucking score. What she'd done... what they'd done together, it certainly wasn't something Rosa was proud of, but it had come to the only thing she'd felt sure wouldn't get her shot in the head. In honesty, the second Jimmy had kissed her, she'd known what she'd have to do. Already been expecting it, in truth, but the kiss was the knell. At that stage, she'd known there wasn't any other option. What could she say 'Oh sorry, I know we've got so much in common and everything but ah, actually I'm not into you get the fuck out of my face?'

No... no option. Not with Jimmy toting a shotgun. In any case, the Fiametta felt like she arleady deserved a goddamn medal for her acting. Not only had the guy been both too eager and too anxious to know what the fuck he was doing, but he would just not fucking stop. Every time he went off, he'd want to go again no more than five minutes later, regardless of whether or not he was even freaking able to. ... And she'd STILL had to get herself off.

Rosa took another quiet look around. No Jimmy... but Jimmy's bag and Jimmy's clothes were there, along with Rosa's own gear. Right so... he'd gone off somewhere, but was definitely intending on coming back (Well, no shit). That meant... shit, that meant that she had to be fast. The window of opportunity was likely to be small. Much as having a shotgun-toting partner would've been nice, it wasn't exactly a bonus when said shotgun-toter was Jimmy Brennan. First thing was first, get dressed. If Jimmy hadn't come back by then... running could be worth the risk.

As it happened, she didn't get the chance.

No sooner had Rosa pulled her top back on than somebody was walking into the gazebo. Glad for once to not be caught in a compromising position, it took her a second to realise who the newcomer (...newcomers, two of them), actually was. Not Jimmy. Nope.

If at all possible. Worse.

"Not you... no, not fucking you!"

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13:59 Gianni you are proud, not embarrassed
13:59 Christian Yes
13:59 Christian Be proud
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February 10th, 2011, 1:02 am #5

Jimmy Brennan awoke with a start. For at least a minute he willed himself to move, finding his body mostly unresponsive. It angered him more then anything else. He didn’t want to be awake. He wanted to sleep for awhile longer, a few more minutes.

Eventually he realized, he was laying face first in the dirt. Whether he’d passed out from pain or sheer exhaustion he couldn’t be sure. The events of his morning walk seemed fuzzy, out of focus. His breathing was forced and unnatural. It felt almost as if he’d run an entire mile. With a groan he flipped over, wiping dirt from his face.

Where was he? He’d taken a walk, down to the river. How long ago had that been? At least an hour. It was a miracle no one had stumbled across him in the meantime. His classmates were everywhere it seemed.

A fuckin’ giant sea of them. Drowning this entire fucking island in blood.

“Heheh…” He didn’t exactly know why the notion of blood struck him as funny. But it was. Jimmy stared up through the canopy of trees at the rising sun in the sky. Despite his pain, he was at peace. Content, if only for a moment. It was hard going. It was near impossible for him to imagine anyone else walking his path. The daring, the sheer amount of guts it’d take.

I’m something special, I am.

With a groan Jimmy sat up, holding his head in his hands. He was still damp from his early morning swim and his clothes were uncomfortable. Slowly he reached out, picking up his shotgun. Sunlight glinted off the gun as he admired it with macabre fascination. He’d always liked guns. Now he had one of his own. He still wasn’t used to it, it was heavy and bulky. But despite all its flaws no one could argue with the sheer beauty of it. It was semi-automatic, probably capable of tearing limbs off. The thought comforted him somehow.

Jimmy stuck the barrel down his throat.

He wasn’t quite sure why he did it. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t plan on losing, especially not like that. He’d thought about suicide before Survival of the Fittest, after particularly bad days when it seemed like the world was against him. But it wasn’t him. He was misunderstood, but suicide would be admitting defeat. Jimmy Brennan didn’t lose.

Because Jimmy Brennan isn’t afraid. That’s why. I’m Jimmy Brennan, I’m the hero. I’ve got the entire world, they all know, they’re all on my side, and I’m not gonna lose, not ever. Death is fucking nothing, same as humiliation. That doesn’t happen to people like me. Death is for Phillip Ward, those fucking pricks of Bayview. They’ll make movies of my life. I’ll be a millionaire. Fucking faggots die at my feet.

He jammed the gun barrel further down his throat, almost gagging. It was side-splitting, absolutely hilarious. Try as hard as he could, Jimmy couldn’t stop smiling, shaking with joy.

Can’t do it, can you God? You can’t make me pull this trigger, even if I wanted to. Destiny. I’ve got a fucking destiny. I’m going to make them bleed.

Carefully Jimmy removed the barrel from his mouth. Practically jumping to his feet, Jimmy began to walk back towards the Gazebo, grinning the entire way.

~~~~~~~~
Jimmy walked through the jungle, trying his best to avoid tripping on bushes. Careening between the trees, gripping at the trunks for balance, Jimmy was sure that any random passer-by would be convinced he was wounded. Or drunk. It was a much more convincing strategy then what he’d come up with on the mountain.

If anyone tried to take advantage of him, he’d simply shoot them in the face and take their supplies. Simple. Easy. No lying necessary. They’d started it, he’d finished it. He could barely believe he’d thought of the plan himself. There was no chance for Leila or Franco to outsmart him this time, if they were unlucky enough to come along. It was the perfect blend of trickery and violence.

Jimmy hummed as he made his way back, speeding up and slowing down the beat seemingly at random. His emotions were bouncing every which way as if they were in a constant state of flux. Combined with his clever, if somewhat bastardly plan, Jimmy’s thoughts came out in a garbled stream of thought, thick with profanity and impulsiveness.

It was all for show of course.

Jimmy knew full well he wasn’t crazy. But it added to the scheme. At least, that was what he kept telling himself as he staggered along. In truth, Jimmy didn’t care what others said about him. They could call him crazy, the way he was behaving, but he knew otherwise. He enjoyed blurting out whatever he liked. There was no one could argue with him, no one who would ever think to question him. For the first time in his life, Jimmy didn’t care what others thought about him. And it felt pretty damn good. Survival of the Fittest had changed his life. His word was final, whatever it may be. He was Jimmy Brennan, he’d slept with Rosa Fiametta, and he had a shotgun. The facts were infallible; Jimmy Brennan was simply better then everyone else.
A voice suddenly rang through the forest. Jimmy collapsed to the ground, the pain of a hard landing nothing compared to the constant dull throbbing of his joints. Lying in the dirt, a smile spread across Jimmy’s face. That was a boy. One of his classmates.

“’’s a player, or just some poor dumb bum fuck bastard?”

He couldn’t be sure. The voice was far away. As odd as it was, he was spoiling for a challenge. Some poor kid, snot dribbling down his nose? Heroes didn’t kill them. But a chance to take out Maxwell or the Kelly girl? Now that would be something. Jimmy raised himself to a crouch and carefully began making his way towards the noise, stepping carefully over tree roots and pointy rocks.

“Cut some scalps, like in the movies. Hang’em high, introduce some motherfucking face to some motherfucking bullets. ‘atta boy Jimmy. Not afraid. Better point a gun at me. Better come at me, cocksucker. Faggot. Fucking prick, Rosa’ll see me. Ros-”

Jimmy’s mind thudded to a halt. Rosa. He’d left Rosa unprotected, alone in the gazebo without any supplies or weapons. And they weren’t alone anymore.

“S-SHIT!”

Jimmy sprang upwards, tripping over his own two feet as he began running in the direction of the noise.

Stupid, stupid!

For all his bravado, he’d committed a potentially fatal error. He’d seen this movie a thousand times. You don’t leave the girl alone, especially if you’ve just fucked the shit out of her. And as heartless as he could be when it was required, he didn’t dare to forget a single second of what had occurred last night. They’d made a deal. Rosa was just like him and she didn’t deserve a bullet either.

She’s not going to die if I have a fucking say about that. Oh no she’s fucking not! I’ll blow their brains out, they don’t fuck with me, and they don’t fuck with my girl. MY girl! They’ll fucking die for this! I’ll bash their brains in, just like Phil! They take another step at her, I END THEM.

He could feel his panic rising as he approached the Gazebo, they had company. Two kids by the looks of it, a boy and a girl. Jimmy scrambled, bursting through the foliage into the clearing. Rosa was saying something, more like yelling it out.

"Not you... no, not fucking you!"

That did it. Jimmy felt rage build up and burst through every bone in his body near instantaneously. His vision went red as he sighted the boy, his teeth grinding together in fury. He was angry. It’d been a perfect day but now someone was fucking with Rosa, and someone was going to die for it. He raised his weapon menacingly, stalking closer towards the three. Rosa was unharmed, for the moment. She had a look of horror on her face, recognition. She knew them he realized. How well he didn’t know. There was another girl, Jimmy didn’t have a clue what her name was. Some prep bitch by the looks of it. Not important.

But the other?

The rage melted from Jimmy’s face as he came closer. A smile one could only describe as sadistic spread across his freckled face from bruised ear to ear.

My lucky day.

JJ Sturn was near impossible to miss. He was everywhere at Bayview. The football star. The basketball player. The picture perfect cunt-face jock boy, the one every blue collared dad dreamed of calling son. JJ Sturn probably didn’t remember, let alone care who Jimmy Brennan was. That was his first mistake.

I remember you fuckface. Oh I remember you. I remember you and Phil, and all those motherfuckers just like you, who thought it was cool to fuck with the little guy. You thought it’d never be you, didn’t you? But Danya had a plan, oh yes he did. Danya decided to turn the tables, up the odds. And now…

“Hey JJ!” Jimmy yelled, swinging his gun around to point square at the other boys’ chest. The smile still hadn’t left his face. It was time to be a hero. Rosa was watching. Not just Rosa… the entire world. It was time for a lesson on chivalry.

"Leave her alone you little bitch, come fight a real man! I’m not afraid of you, you hear me!? I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!”
V5

Oswaldo Marx --> "Chicks dig scars? Yeah, I'm calling bullshit." --> Cicada Nights
Mikko "Mike" Korhonen --> "Interesting, very interesting!" --> A Casual Question
V4 / Mini's
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Jay Holland > "If I just smile, I guess they'll think it's all okay." ESCAPED
Jimmy Brennan > H&K CAWS (12 gauge) > "Step through that door and underestimate me, just like all the rest!" > PLACED: 22 / 276
Roland Harte > Kris > " This is, for all intents and purposes, my war now." > PLACED: 150 / 276
Orn "Dutchy" Ayers > Harpoon > "I fell in a puddle..." > PLACED: 98 / 276

Abby Erickson > Claw Hammer > "I get tired easy, so maybe the big sleep would be good for me." PLACED: 27 / 53
Brett Torres > Raven Arms MP-25 (.25) [x4 clips (6 round capacity)] 17/24 /// Stoner 63 (5.56x45mm) [(150 rounds per Drum)] 300/300 > "Bloodthirsty little bunch, ain't we?"
Jonas Jeffries > PINK TEAM > MAC-10 [x8 clips (30 Round Capacity)] 30/30 > " 'ow doo I make the muggafuggin' kh-chg noibs?!" PLACED: 31 / 66
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February 13th, 2011, 5:47 am #6

What were you expecting to happen?

No, no, no, we already know what you're going to say. People were gonna run from me, people were gonna freak, people were gonna take shots at me because you're JJ Sturn.

And it already happened, didn't it? What was the name of that asshole that pulled a gun on him on day one? Harold? Harold. Yeah, happy memory right there. It happened right from the start, soon as he fucking woke up. Guys with guns chomping at the bit to fuck him up. Why should he have expected anything else?

And then what happened the day after that? Well, there was Claire, you see, and given how picture-perfect everything was between the two of them right now, you might be surprised to learn that they didn't really hit it off right away! She ran, she ran, he chased her across the island for a whole fucking day. But why would she do something like- because it made perfect sense for a girl to be scared as fuck of what JJ Sturn was about to do to her. Why should be have expected anything else?

And here was a girl (a girl? Oh, this is just some random one, yes?) freaking out the moment she saw him, and a guy with a gun getting just a bit mad at him. And he didn't want it to be true. And he didn't want it to be happening and he didn't want to admit that he'd hoped for something better.

That was... too much to hope for? Probably. You scared Claire once at a Subway, you're honestly going to compare that to the rest of the shit you pulled in high school? It's not gonna be that easy every time. And you're not gonna have just saved their lives every time. If you want to be able to feel good about yourself ever again, if you want to be able to look back on all that psychopathic bullshit and say I did something about it, you're gonna have to get to work.

So get to work.

“Hey man, I'm not gonna fight you.” Hands up palms out, you're not threatening him and you never will. Why not? You were a big fucking man back with Harold, you acted real tough and you straightened him out and you put the fear of JJ Sturn into him. But not now, huh. Okay, maybe that's a good thing. “And I'm not gonna fight anyone else either.”

“Didn't mean to scare anyone here, and I'm gonna... fuck right off now, if that's okay by you. I... I'm sorry.”

That makes it all better.
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MurderWeasel
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Joined: February 18th, 2009, 7:01 am

February 14th, 2011, 12:55 am #7

Things got bad pretty quickly. Rosa looked up, and written on her face was recognition. It was strange. Claire knew that JJ wasn't perfect. She knew he'd made many, many mistakes in his time, knew that some of them were the sort of things that couldn't be washed away with kind words and remorseful gestures. Beating on your girlfriend was about as awful as things got in high school. All that considered, though, consequences here took on a whole new meaning, exceeded by orders of magnitude the repercussions that would normally be fitting for crimes.

She wasn't really sure what to do here. It seemed like the best idea was just to go off, let Rosa do her thing while they did theirs, and hope they didn't stumble into each other again. That wasn't necessarily an option, though.

"She could be hiding a gun, just waiting for you to turn your back. Don't underestimate anyone."

It was time to find a way out of this. They'd all back down and walk away. No need for blood to be spilled.

Then the scene became more complicated. Someone turned up behind them and started shouting. Claire turned, and regretted not having her gun at the ready. Jimmy Brennan. Jimmy Brennan was shouting and trying to pick a fight with JJ. Jimmy, who had almost certainly been exactly the sort of person JJ gave a hard time, exactly the sort who would hold a grudge. It also seemed like he was with Rosa, so they were now stuck between two people, one definitely armed, one potentially so, both with good reasons to be seriously unhappy about meeting JJ.

The strange thing was, as Claire glanced back to Rosa, she didn't seem all that relieved to see Jimmy. Her eyes were a bit wider, and she kept glancing at both him and JJ. Almost as if she didn't want to be near either of them. Jimmy had referenced her, though, had assumed that she was being menaced by JJ. Were they allies? Rosa didn't look like Jimmy's ally. Or could something else be going on?

Claire's eyes widened.

"No. No way. He wouldn't. Even here, he wouldn't."

But Rosa kept glancing between JJ and Jimmy. As if she was drawing comparisons. And Jimmy had that big shotgun. He'd won best kill. He was dangerous, whatever he'd been back in Saint Paul.

JJ was trying to mollify Jimmy. It was the same sort of thing he'd done before, when he'd tried to get Claire to listen to him. While it spoke well to his sincerity, it didn't imply much understanding of the situation. The smart thing to do would have been to walk away, to take JJ's lead. After all, atrocities were the norm on the island. Still, it seemed wrong to leave Rosa like that. No, that wasn't right; it seemed wrong for JJ to leave Rosa like that, wrong for him to abandon her in her hour of need.

"Maybe we should see what Rosa has to say," she suggested. "Maybe we should all put our guns down and talk this out. I want to be sure everyone is telling the truth here."

Maybe she just wanted to be sure JJ had really changed. Or maybe she just wanted to reach a happy ending this time. JJ... well, maybe he deserved it after all, and Rosa too. Not that she'd say it out loud.

((GMing of Rosa approved))
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February 16th, 2011, 12:48 am #8

Jimmy had to admit, JJ Sturn was impressive. The boy was fucking huge, more like a wall then anything else. A Goliath, a freak of nature. Jimmy must have looked insignificant next to him, like a little bug. JJ Sturn didn't even look like he belonged in a high school. He didn't look like a boy. He was a man. A full grown man, capable of breaking anyone in two if he wished. Jimmy could pictures the football players hands wrapped around his throat, choking the life out of him.

It would be like squishing a bug.

Fuck that. Fuck everything about that. He was Jimmy fucking Brennan. He was never going to die, no matter what JJ was planning in that small brain of his. He would kill everyone in the entire world if he'd have to.

JJ walked towards him, his hands up, palms out. That seemed to anger him more then anything else. JJ Sturn shouldn't be calm. He shouldn't be anything close to that. Did he really things to be cool? Did JJ want him to calm down? Fuck calming down. He'd been plenty calm. He'd given JJ fair warning, but did he listen? No. Now it was Jimmy's chance.

He doesn't think I'm a threat, that's why. Even with a gun, even with my rep, he thinks he's got me in the palm of his hands. He walks into my house, threatens MY girl, thinking he's hot shit, just like he was on the outside. No no no, you stupid fuck, no. Whole different fucking ballgame.

It didn't mean shit all if he had a weapon or not. JJ was the weapon. He was a monster, a pretentious fucking shitrag and trying to appear as anything else was an insult to Jimmy's intelligence. Jimmy raised his weapon up, aiming it at the other boys' head.

"You arrogant fuck. Not another step!" Jimmy yelled, shoving his shotgun forward. He needed to be taken seriously. He had to. JJ had no idea what he'd been through. And Jimmy Brennan would be damned before he'd allow someone to push him around ever again. It was time for him to make the rules. And if JJ didn't like it, he could catch a bullet.

"You're sorry? You're fucking sorry?! FUCK YOU! Suck my fat one, you fucking cunt! Sorry doesn't cut it anymore! You speak when you're fucking spoken to, you faggot!" He screamed.

Jimmy took a step closer, shaking his still wet hair out of his face. He was mad as hell and the more he thought about it, the entire situation, the worse he got. He was shaking he vaguely realized, shivering not so much from the cold but with pure undiluted rage. He gripped his shotgun tight, his index finger hovering over the trigger guard. Slowly Jimmy circled in towards JJ, like a predator hunting its prey. The thought gave him a sick rush and he grinned despite his rage.

"JJ. JJ-bitch- HAH! How're you buddy? Kill anyone yet? That was a question Sturn. How many people you killed? I did in Phil, split his head in two."

Jimmy paused, lowering his shotgun slightly. His eyes darted over to Rosa. The poor girl looked terrified, most likely of JJ. Jimmy had heard of Rosa before, of what she'd done. But that didn't matter anymore. She was a victim, and he'd be damned if either of them suffered anything like that ever again. They were the good guys now, the fan favorites.

It might not have even happened in the first place. People like JJ, the preps and the jocks and the kids in the scene, they were the ones spreading the rumors. Maybe Rosa wasn't such a slut after all. What if she'd just been in the wrong place, at the wrong time? What if...? His eyes went back to JJ. He gave the boy an uneasy smile, turning into more of a sneer despite his best efforts.

"Don't worry JJ. He wasn't like you, he was a pussy, he died easy. Y'know what he did in Bayview? He was a fuckin' cunt, always up in my - my shit. Always making my life a living hell. Not like you at all JJ, no. We were always cool right? You and all your football buddies, you guys were cool with me. Not like Phil, you guys were always just messing around, ain't that right? That's what you guys said at least. Not like Phil. His head was like an' egg, not like your head at all. Fuckin' A..."

Jimmy was close now. He extended the gun, point blank, aiming it at JJ's gut. His hand wobbled back and forth, his scrawny frame barely able to keep the gun up and aimed.

"JJ, you don't leave until I- until ME- until Jimmy fucking Brennan tells you ya' can. You fucking shit. You think you can get by on smiles and knuckle dusters? Who you think you are, Holden? Fuck you. I'm Holden. Phony! Fucking monster, that's what you really are JJ. You even fucking REMEMBER my name before this week? What was I to you? Ginger? Fucking pussy ginger, crybaby Brennan- You didn't, did you? Fuck you! I'm not worth remembering unless I've got a gun to your head?! And then- then you think you can walk away?! That everything is peachy, fuckin' cherry pie you stupid fuck. Life doesn't work like that! It doesn't! IT DOESN'T!"

With a shove Jimmy jabbed the gun barrel forth, pressing it up against JJ's gut. He was red faced, tears of rage falling down his face. He hated, he hated him SO MUCH. It was impossible to describe.

"You don't get a free pass, not anymore! You listen to me now! You fucking do what I say, and you wipe that stupid look off your face! It's not gonna' be fine JJ, half your fucking friends are dead, so you don't get to say you're sorry or even TALK about walking away! You're gonna take me seriously, or I'll blow your fucking guts out!"

A crazed chuckle escaped from his mouth. The pain didn't hurt as much anymore. He was in command, and once more he had a chance to shine. JJ was scared. He had to be, and the thought pleased him more then anything.

JJ had once scared him. He once cowered at his locker as JJ and his friends walked by, pretending to be busy, pretending to be nothing. It hadn't always worked. There was no way to avoid people like JJ, not in high school. They were everywhere, every class. There was no foolproof strategy of survival. If you were their target, you were fucked. Plain and simple. And that was just it. It was random. It was spur of the moment. It didn't matter who the target was. It didn't matter about ethnicity or religion. They played with them all. They yanked all the strings and laughed at the puppets that jerked the most. They did it because they were on top, and they had the opportunity. They'd been playing Survival of the Fittest long before he had. But now, now it was his turn. He'd killed his demons, he'd won America's heart. And now it was time for another chance at payback, vengeance, cold and sweet. Images flitted through his mind. What could he do? Make him dance? Make him beg, cry? Cry... Now that was an idea.

"Alright JJ, here's what you-"

A voice interrupted him. Turning to look, Jimmy saw the girl from earlier standing near the Gazebo. He still couldn't think of her name, but he'd seen her enough times in the hallway to know she was with JJ. Perhaps even WITH JJ. That pissed him off, even more then the interruption. JJ didn't deserve that, that was for sure. JJ deserved death. And at the moment, Jimmy was all too happy to oblige.

"Hey! Bitch, who the fuck do you think you are!?" He screamed. Raising his free hand he shakily extended it towards the girl, balling it into a fist.

"Shut the fuck up when I'm talking, or you'll get double whatever the fuck he gets! You think I'm just talking to him? No, this is for America to hear! So shut your fat cunt mouth before I bleed you!"
V5

Oswaldo Marx --> "Chicks dig scars? Yeah, I'm calling bullshit." --> Cicada Nights
Mikko "Mike" Korhonen --> "Interesting, very interesting!" --> A Casual Question
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Jay Holland > "If I just smile, I guess they'll think it's all okay." ESCAPED
Jimmy Brennan > H&K CAWS (12 gauge) > "Step through that door and underestimate me, just like all the rest!" > PLACED: 22 / 276
Roland Harte > Kris > " This is, for all intents and purposes, my war now." > PLACED: 150 / 276
Orn "Dutchy" Ayers > Harpoon > "I fell in a puddle..." > PLACED: 98 / 276

Abby Erickson > Claw Hammer > "I get tired easy, so maybe the big sleep would be good for me." PLACED: 27 / 53
Brett Torres > Raven Arms MP-25 (.25) [x4 clips (6 round capacity)] 17/24 /// Stoner 63 (5.56x45mm) [(150 rounds per Drum)] 300/300 > "Bloodthirsty little bunch, ain't we?"
Jonas Jeffries > PINK TEAM > MAC-10 [x8 clips (30 Round Capacity)] 30/30 > " 'ow doo I make the muggafuggin' kh-chg noibs?!" PLACED: 31 / 66
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February 20th, 2011, 2:46 pm #9

Oh mother of shit.

Jimmy. Jimmy was getting in JJ's face, pointing that shotgun at him. In ordinary circumstances this would hardly have been an issue. The guy she'd just fucked raging away at her ex and threatening to put him away? Hell yeah. But... these weren't normal circumstances, because for one very BIG thing, such arguments didn't usually didn't take place with one of the parties waving a goddamn shotgun around, did they?

Rosa stepped back from them both. One step, two steps, breath coming rapidly, starting to panic a little. JJ, Jimmy. One guy who had beaten the shit out of her, one guy who was probably a bad word removed from blowing her to kingdom come.

JJ... that night... romantic, sensual, erotic. Everything you could ask for on... well no, that wasn't true. It had been a lot about the sex, and it hadn't been perfect, but all those things he'd said... JJ had always known how to make her feel special, wanted. Loved. How much of that had been bullshit? Look at that girl with him now. Rosa didn't feel jealous or aggressive towards her. Claire, that was her name. All those times that people had said JJ had turned over a new leaf, contrasted with that cut he'd dealt across her eyes, the swelling and the bruises that had lingered for weeks, turning heads everywhere she went around school. That fight he'd gotten into with Ilario, poor kid actually growing a spine for once and getting his ass kicked for it. Was JJ... worth it? Was JJ deserving of this?

He'd beaten her up. The worst anybody had ever hurt her in her life both physically and emotionally. Rosa had no physical scars from that night, but ... of her feelings? On her mind? ... plenty of those.

He'd wanted to back off even before Jimmy turned up. That look of ... well, what was it? Regret? An apology? Since when had Rosa taken any of those? Yet... since when had she been okay with people being held up at gunpoint just because she didn't like them? Just because she was Italian didn't make her some kind of damn mobster.

Jimmy... yesterday. Probably the biggest virgin she'd ever slept with. Of all the things he'd wanted to get up to... fucking filthy minded. Yet, for all that... Rosa knew him from around school. The kid didn't do himself any favours, but of all the people at Bayview, who had been kicked and beaten down more times than Jimmy Brennan? Maybe he brought it on himself, maybe others were just a little too willing to take advantage of the opportunity. And yesterday... apart from his talking up of his own prowess he'd... he'd been almost ludicrously grateful, like he couldn't believe his luck. Like... he was amazed to even... be worth somebody like her. ...Rosa's looks, or her as a person? Yeah, don't fucking kid yourself, girl.

He was protecting her. Getting in JJ's face, wielding that shotgun, backing him off, getting the guy who'd beaten her down the fuck away. Coming in and defending Rosa... 'Leave her alone'. The deal might've been made on the spur of the moment, in the interests of self-preservation, but... wasn't he helping her anyway?

He was holding her captive. ...Let's be 100% honest, would Rosa have ever given the SLIGHTEST consideration to sleeping with Jimmy if he hadn't been toting a shotgun? Hell no, Rosa would've taken her chances if Jimmy had walked in on her wielding anything other than a gun. She was just doing what she had to, and in that case... Jimmy might not have known it, but that shotgun was the only reason he'd got laid, and the only reason Rosa hadn't just up and ran the second he'd shown up, and now...

Now he could be about to kill somebody, not in her defence, but because of his psychotic little ego.

Rosa's eyes snapped between Jimmy and JJ, Jimmy and JJ.

AND SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO!!

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13:59 Gianni you are proud, not embarrassed
13:59 Christian Yes
13:59 Christian Be proud
13:59 Christian Do we not all strive to break a human soul?
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Vincenzo/a 'Vinny' 'Enzo' Gatti | DO IT FOR THE VINE.
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G062 - Becca Everett | was a damn superstar
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February 25th, 2011, 6:35 am #10

Kick his ass. Kick his ass, kick his fucking ass, that's what you do in this situation, that's what the good guy does in this situation. And you're probably not the good guy (we've been over this already) but you're sure as hell trying, so here's your chance to make it happen. Make it right. The bad guy's right there, he just threatened you, he just threatened her, he just fucking threatened her, so it's your job to kick his fucking ass. Do your fucking job.

It would be... easy? Maybe. He has a gun, but if he's this close and if he's distracted and if you can make sure he doesn't pull the trigger by reflex when you deck him it would be... easy? Yeah, probably. Physically easy because Jimmy was a scrawny bag of shit, and morally easy because this isn't exactly your first time to this rodeo, is it? Wait, wait. Would this by any chance be the “beating up people who are way smaller than you and not fighting back” rodeo?

Whoops! Nope, not that rodeo. Though it makes sense that it'd be the first one to come to mind.

No, what was meant was that JJ has experience in the field of making fists fly when someone threatened Claire. Dan Kensrue, remember that asshole? Yeah, he... well, he'd kicked JJ's ass pretty bad, but the point was that JJ had gone in the moment it became clear that he was dangerous. And fuck, it didn't even have to end the same way here. Once you give him a good hit, get the gun out of his hand, nobody has to shoot him.

It'll be perfect. Nothing gets bruised but an ego, everybody's safe, JJ's a hero, and everything's in its right place. Job's done, you can go home now, you can rest your head and sleep peacefully. So do your job. Do your job, do your fucking job.

Not that simple, huh.

Yeah, not really. Problem is that... fuck it, there's still a chance. Still a chance it doesn't have to go down that way. Maybe Jimmy's all talk right now, maybe he calms down. Maybe all he needs to do is cuss JJ out a bit, maybe make JJ tremble a bit, maybe smack JJ around a bit. And maybe JJ is fine with that.

Yeah? You fine with that, all of a sudden? Sure, nothing gets bruised but an ego but daaaaamn that's a mighty fine ego, ain't it. Well, of course, but... fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end. If JJ has to say bye to his legendary streak of not getting beaten up by psychotic scrawny assholes on hellmurder island, then maybe that's not such a bad thing.

So say something here, and for once in your life, leave the word fuck out unless it's absolutely necessary.

“Jimmy, hey.” Don't start screaming at him, don't tell him everything he deserves to hear right now. Don't you ever do that. “Leave Claire out of this, okay? If I can't walk away, I get that. If I gotta pay a price here, that's...” Little bit of fear in his voice. Which was probably good, which probably made Jimmy feel better, like he was winning, right? “That's fine. But she hasn't done anything. She's just some girl who had the bad luck of running into me.”

Well, huh. that was almost accurate.
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