Edgar found himself eyeing Adam with a questioning look as he made mentioned to the last version of this to be played, mentioning of how friends of his had played -- though what caught Ed's attention this most was the mention of how the winner was one of his best friends. The thought of the last version of this, and having a fond memory as to who the winner was all too well. Though as he quickly changed the subject toward trying to find a way to get off this island, out of this game, back home
but was it possible? Kids, he had heard, had a computer in the last game - access, but still they all couldn't do a thing to get their friends, themselves, nobody
no one made it off that island expect for the winner in the end of it all.
Though as he felt the need to voice some time of concern over what the other male planned to do, none of them had any spare computers lying about here, if the people here before had they where probably long horded up by the controllers of this game before they had been placed on the island. He found his thoughts being interrupted by that of another girl wondering into their ever growing party here in the church, spurting off if they had seen a girl that looked just like her, a thoughtful look crossing across Edgar's features as he pondered over what he had seen here before he had wondered in here. Though no one even familiar to her popped up, he not saying nothing simply turning his attention off her and focusing it on the others.
His eyes found the knife totting female next, she had yet to answer his question until that moment -- watching her ever so slightly as she spoke. Finding not fear hindering his thoughts about her, instead it was slight annoyance once again. He wasn't sure why though, he didn't know either her or Ali, though from what little he had spoken to the other girl she had seemed rather nice
for lack of a better term. But then again he had only known Ali for a grand total of three minutes, though still. Ed listened lightly as the other spoke, more or else shooting down the other's idea. "Farfetched
maybe." He muttered, rolling his shoulders a bit, he was starting to tire standing here like this. "But anything, truth be told, is worth a try
rather better than sitting around here or worse yet deciding to actually go only with the rules these
people have decided to set up. I'd rather die trying to figure a way off here
trying to help, than to take another person's life because someone told me it was the only way. Sorry, but I've never been good at following orders, and this bastard isn't any different from others."
Words of the former winner from Adam caught Edgar's attention once more, as a something pinched in the back of his mind. A slight sift of emotion from the slight annoyance he had been finally to a sickening anger, and a push of will to want to live ever more, he wanted to speak up - speak out against the words he spoke about Adam. Least from what he had grown to understand sent his mother had went into the hospital, that he wasn't a good person it was as much of his fault as it was his brother's, they where the ones that caused his mother into her mental breakdown. Though his thoughts were suddenly broken into by the sounds of the intercoms stationed about the island came alive and an oddly familiar voice boomed alive over the darkening island that was slowly giving away to the light of a new morning - a new day on this place. As the names of the dead where read off, he found his attention phasing once more over the form of the girl he had questioned some time ago. Though this time he looked at her with the new fact that she was a killer, she had decided to play this game and was just like those in charge wanted, just another puppet begin pulled at by it's strings. Her words, of how she had killed the other girl to survive, he found himself scoffing lightly - he wondered how true that could be, if she had killed her to survive out of defense or because she was just some cold-blooded killer.
Though as the list of the dead finished, and the list of danger zones where spoken off, Edgar found himself sighing slightly hearing that the church had become one. Least this gave them reason to leave, instead of standing about like a bunch of fools, moving about he placed the taser within the pocket of his jeans, and moving toward the pew he had been sitting on and grabbing his discarded issued day pack. Looking toward her as she spoke, spoke of not knowing another way to survive beyond killing.
"There's many ways to survive this -- everything without taking the life of another. Without playing into this
I'm not joining the group with any person who believes that's the only way to survive. The only thing I could look forward too would be you turning on us and stabbing us in the back, by the way you acted with Ali, and by the announcement of you killing that other girl I wouldn't hold it against you."
He sifted where he stood, pulling his daypack onto his shoulder.
"If what you say is true, and our next meeting not be pleasant - so be it. But you are not
stopping me from trying to find a way home
thanks to this game, thanks to people in the last game I've lost my mom. I am not turning out like my brother, I am not going to die here of carelessness and give her more reason to cry."
With that said, Ed looked over the few others that remained in the church, sighing lightly before turning and making his way out. Not sure where to head next, besides getting away from this area as quickly as possible before they decided to blow their collars and he wouldn't have to worry about what was waiting for him out there in the early hours of the oncoming morning.
((Continued in Prophetic Counterfeit))