Grim Wolf
Joined: November 9th, 2009, 5:39 am

July 11th, 2013, 11:41 pm #31

Credit where credit was due, Gavin stayed totally cool. Read the note without his face changing even once.

He thanked her. Again, cagey. Double meanings implied only through words. Was that excitement trickling through her stomach?

Then he lifted his hand and scratched his chin.

It's on.

Giving the note to Laura had been one thing. A test. A moment's attempt to see what it was like. But this was different. She had an actual plan in motion now.

They could kill her.

I'm dead already.

Had to keep that in mind. Had to. Had to.

Hard to do, though. With all the time she'd spent learning not to die. What her body's limits were. What diseases were out there. Always careful, always cautious. That was useful, but it could be dangerous now. Some of this would require recklessness. Some of this would require audacity.

"Megan?" she said. "I'll keep an eye out. If she can handle a gun, maybe...maybe she can get my message out." She shouldered her bag, trying to ignore the aches and pains radiating out along her back.

Time to go. Couldn't tarry long. Didn't want any attention drawn to her.

"Hey, Gavin?" she said, before she went. "Thanks. I...really. Thank you."

And off again. There was a war to fight.

(Karen Idel advancing to Level 4)
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V6 Players

Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
[+] Spoiler

G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : " people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
[+] Spoiler

B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"

Joined: January 28th, 2012, 4:09 pm

July 12th, 2013, 5:37 pm #32

And just like that, Karen Idel was gone again. She had walked into the store, brought hope back into Gavin's life, and then walked out again. It was almost surreal.

If it weren't for the presence of the paper scrap in his pocket, Gavin would've had trouble convincing himself that what had just happened hadn't just been a very convincing audio/visual hallucination.

That scrap of paper gave him something to live for. No matter what happened next, nobody would ever dare say that Gavin Hunter had bowed to the inevitable. It was time to start fighting the real enemy.

He waited for another few minutes, but nobody else came through the doors to the shopping centre. The area was peaceful and undisturbed once more. Gavin sighed gently in relief; there would be no more distractions. Turning back into the grocery store, Gavin hefted his pack and strode purposefully down the aisles, scanning their contents for his targets.

It didn't take long to find what he was looking for. The alcohol section was practically untouched; row upon row of bottles still pristinely arrayed exactly as they would have been on the day the island was evacuated. The prices all seemed curiously low, at least until Gavin mentally adjusted them to account for a decade of inflation. He focused his attention on the spirits first, identifying which bottles were the largest and contained the highest alcohol content.

In the end he selected two 850ml bottles of whiskey and four 250ml bottles of vodka. To most people the added weight would have seemed a lot, but even together the bottles still weighed substantially less than one of Gavin's heavier hunting rifles. He stuffed them all into his daypack, enduring the ceaseless rattling noise they made as he headed to his next destination.

Over the course of the next hour or two, Gavin visited just about every venue the shopping centre had. The terrorists had been careful to remove anything that made for an obvious weapon, but they had left far more than they'd taken. What the stores lacked in appliances, electronics and sharp objects they more than made up for in miscellaneous equipment that could be just as lethal in the right hands. By the time Gavin had completed his first full circuit of the building his daypack was bulging with such esoteric objects as reels of string, matches, a cigarette lighter, several aerosol cans, hydrogen peroxide cleaning solution, charcoal tablets, soap and a bottle of hair conditioner, among other things.

Once he had gathered all his initial supplies, Gavin raided the clothing stores. He tore up old cotton dresses and shirts, using them to wrap up the bottles of alcohol so that they didn't constantly rattle like pebbles in a jam jar. Then he reorganised the contents of his daypack so that the bottles were in the middle of the pile, cushioned from outside impacts.

Then, quite suddenly, it was time to move on. There was nothing left for Gavin in the shopping centre anymore, at least nothing that he could carry with any degree of comfort. Despite all that he had managed to scavenge, looking at the bulging daypack brought on an odd sense of melancholy. Looting the shopping centre had been a great timesink, distracting him from thoughts of his current situation. But now it was time to face the harsh reality of life on the island again.

Of course, there's no reason I can't face reality with style...

A small smile crept onto Gavin's face as he surveyed the clothes store again. The passage of time had affected the contents very little, shielded as it was from the elements by the thick walls and heavy doors of the shopping centre. Gavin decided that a decent hat would compliment his attire very nicely. It would also make a good homage to Kimberly, provided he didn't walk into any idiots with sword canes. With this thought in mind, he began searching the aisles one last time.

It didn't take him long to find what he wanted. Ten minutes after he had begun his final search, Gavin strode out the main doors of the shopping centre with a new spring in his step despite the heavy pack weighing down on his shoulders. On his head was perched a shiny black fedora, wide brim snapped down over his eyes to shield against the sun. There was also a pair of sunglasses tucked into his breast pocket, more for show than any practical purpose.

Gavin Hunter had entered the shopping centre feeling optimistic. Then when he'd gotten inside, his hopes had been first dashed by Ruby Forrester and then rekindled by Karen Idel. Now as he strode towards town he reflected that despite his misgivings, and despite all the tension and fear that gnawed away at his heart, there was another emotion to go along with it, one that he hadn't anticipated.

Gavin Hunter was having fun.

((The quintessentially fabulous tale of Gavin Hunter continues in A perfectly unremarkable evening.))
#B051: Gavin Hunter - Equipped with oh gosh a whole lot. "Well, we break for two months and I'm now suddenly in high definition..."

[08:46] Ghost of Ravenstar: I love the AF2011-A1 as it fits Gavin's perceived personality so damn well.
[08:47] Alex: Overcompensatory, unnecessary and appeals to what someone who watches anime obsessively would perceive as "cool?"
[08:47] Ghost of Ravenstar: BINGO!!!