Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-06-2009, 04:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
"...Then good luck to you."
Whit was slightly bothered by Grimm leaving him. What, no sense of debt? Still, he didn't show it. At least, Whit thought, this way, he probably won't attack me. Still, just in case, Whit walked back inside. There were less people here, it was definitely safer. He finally sat down, pulled out a gun and began to rest. The cold metal rested against his hand, warming. It's chill though, calmed him, the cold making his realize how tired he was... He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He dreamed about the day he first encountered a gun. He was younger then, and Gambling still held him captivated... he continued to win, and win... and began to win in bigger, more dangerous places. In one of those places, he was accused of cheating, like usual. Whit was used to this, and enjoyed it- he'd play it off, proving his opponent a fool when he came up with nothing. However, this time, the other player didn't bother to try to prove his claims, and pulled out a gun. In retrospect, Whit figured, that man was fairly poor looking, and seemed to be having a hard time, the weight of a failed life weighing down on him. Perhaps he had just gambled everything he owned- lost everything he owned- to Whit, just then. No matter the circumstance, Whit was going to be shot. He quickly ducked under the table, as a shot whirred over his head. In a swift motion, he flipped the table. The table hit the man and knocked him down, but he still held onto the gun. He quickly reaimed it at Whit. For a moment, Whit felt like a deadman, and his legs went weak. he began to fall, his head shifting just enough so that the next bullet skimmed his head. The feeling of his nearness to death suddenly invigorated Whit. He quickly leaped to the side, and then forwards towards the gunman, who had managed to stand. He raised the gun again... only to be met with Whit's fist to his nose. Whit then grabbed the man's gun hand with both hands, and thrust it to the side. A sudden muscle memory from a previous fight made his Knee shoot up. The man's elbow snapped, and the gun fell. Whit let go of him, and stepped back, slightly disturbed by the sound of bones breaking. The man rolled screaming, and then suddenly reached for the gun with his other hand... only to be intercepted by the guards inside. The man struggled violently, and was dragged outside. As the door shut, Whit heard the sounds of a beating. The man's screams grew louder, and then abruptly stopped.
Whit woke up, feeling refreshed, even though he had only slept for a few minutes. The dream he had was vivid in his mind... he smiled. That was a victory he had completely earned, one that he had pulled from another's hands.
"I can do it here too... even though I'm at a disadvantage... I'll win. I want the victory more than anyone else."
Whit decided that he'd stay where he was, for the time being. He body was still fatigued, and around him was a sheer rock face. If anyone tried to approach, Whit would be able to shoot them easily.
25m, inside.
"...Then good luck to you."
Whit was slightly bothered by Grimm leaving him. What, no sense of debt? Still, he didn't show it. At least, Whit thought, this way, he probably won't attack me. Still, just in case, Whit walked back inside. There were less people here, it was definitely safer. He finally sat down, pulled out a gun and began to rest. The cold metal rested against his hand, warming. It's chill though, calmed him, the cold making his realize how tired he was... He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He dreamed about the day he first encountered a gun. He was younger then, and Gambling still held him captivated... he continued to win, and win... and began to win in bigger, more dangerous places. In one of those places, he was accused of cheating, like usual. Whit was used to this, and enjoyed it- he'd play it off, proving his opponent a fool when he came up with nothing. However, this time, the other player didn't bother to try to prove his claims, and pulled out a gun. In retrospect, Whit figured, that man was fairly poor looking, and seemed to be having a hard time, the weight of a failed life weighing down on him. Perhaps he had just gambled everything he owned- lost everything he owned- to Whit, just then. No matter the circumstance, Whit was going to be shot. He quickly ducked under the table, as a shot whirred over his head. In a swift motion, he flipped the table. The table hit the man and knocked him down, but he still held onto the gun. He quickly reaimed it at Whit. For a moment, Whit felt like a deadman, and his legs went weak. he began to fall, his head shifting just enough so that the next bullet skimmed his head. The feeling of his nearness to death suddenly invigorated Whit. He quickly leaped to the side, and then forwards towards the gunman, who had managed to stand. He raised the gun again... only to be met with Whit's fist to his nose. Whit then grabbed the man's gun hand with both hands, and thrust it to the side. A sudden muscle memory from a previous fight made his Knee shoot up. The man's elbow snapped, and the gun fell. Whit let go of him, and stepped back, slightly disturbed by the sound of bones breaking. The man rolled screaming, and then suddenly reached for the gun with his other hand... only to be intercepted by the guards inside. The man struggled violently, and was dragged outside. As the door shut, Whit heard the sounds of a beating. The man's screams grew louder, and then abruptly stopped.
Whit woke up, feeling refreshed, even though he had only slept for a few minutes. The dream he had was vivid in his mind... he smiled. That was a victory he had completely earned, one that he had pulled from another's hands.
"I can do it here too... even though I'm at a disadvantage... I'll win. I want the victory more than anyone else."
Whit decided that he'd stay where he was, for the time being. He body was still fatigued, and around him was a sheer rock face. If anyone tried to approach, Whit would be able to shoot them easily.
25m, inside.