Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
06-04-2010, 09:12 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Alright, so four small pots stuffed with paper towels. As Algernon carefully set them in his bag, he was suddenly aware how much stuff he was amassing, almost like a chipmunk. The bag wasn't too heavy right now, most of the weight coming from the pots, but if he had to keep running around with it, he was sure to get tired eventually. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to run or the pots could break. Or at least crack.
Algernon suddenly realized that, well, he had nothing to light the paper towels with. These pseudo-bombs wouldn't be able to work without some sort of heat source. Rather stupid of him to overlook that. And there probably wasn't any sort of lighter or at least flint in the whole school. Stupid stupid stupid...
Wait, sometimes kids just took lighters to school. Cigarettes. And sometimes they get caught and those lighters get confiscated, don't they? Except he had no idea what would happen to them afterwards. Would they just throw them away or keep them in a box? In any case, the best place to look would be the principal's office or something like that...
Algernon moved towards the door just as he heard the tchk tchk tchk of metal striking linoleum floor. He immediately rushed back into the room, but not before he accidentally ran into the desk and uttered a muffled half-curse. The Countess paused because, well, you would have to be deaf to be able to ignore that. She entered just as Algernon dove into the kiln room.
As he sat behind one of the kilns, he held the light tightly, hoping he wouldn't have to actually swing it at anybody. Though now that he thinks of it, the light probably wouldn't be much use against a mechanical spider thing. He would probably end up cutting himself. Horribly. Why did he pick it up anyways? He started to finger the gun in his vest pocket, but that really wouldn't help either. He didn't want to use up any memories right now.
He could hear the Countess scuttling around, apparently frustrated because he could also hear some crashing. She would come around to this room soon and he had absolutely no idea what to do.
And then he suddenly heard a voice, except it was in his head. He tried to keep his breathing steady, although there honestly wasn't a point because he was sure the Countess would come around anyways. The Countess apparently heard the voice too, because she paused in her stress relief or whatever it was she was doing. Or maybe he had actually gasped a little and she had heard that.
Algernon started focusing on both the mechanical curiosity outside and this sudden plea for help. He could never ignore pleas for help. He was supposed to be in a battle to the death and he wasn't supposed to help those who were going to try to kill him later on because that's a stupid thing to do and he was trying to avoid teams because then how could he betray people he trusted himself? And it could be a trap besides and when did he get paranoid? It was only the first round and he was already all messed up and confused. It's pretty much official, now. He wouldn't survive and--
Apparently he was horrible at multi-tasking. Suddenly, the Countess was standing in front of him, looking as sour as a robot tarantula-woman hybrid could. (Very sour.) She was looking less creepy and getting a little terrifying. Algernon stood up, still putting the long lightbulb between them.
"Hello," he managed. "You're looking..."
"The elf," The Countess grumbled in explanation. Throwing around chairs had relieved some of her desire to destroy something, but she still dearly wished that she could find another hamster.
Algernon's expression darkened a little at the mention of Holly's emotion-manipulating shenanigans but decided not to say anything.
Alright, so four small pots stuffed with paper towels. As Algernon carefully set them in his bag, he was suddenly aware how much stuff he was amassing, almost like a chipmunk. The bag wasn't too heavy right now, most of the weight coming from the pots, but if he had to keep running around with it, he was sure to get tired eventually. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to run or the pots could break. Or at least crack.
Algernon suddenly realized that, well, he had nothing to light the paper towels with. These pseudo-bombs wouldn't be able to work without some sort of heat source. Rather stupid of him to overlook that. And there probably wasn't any sort of lighter or at least flint in the whole school. Stupid stupid stupid...
Wait, sometimes kids just took lighters to school. Cigarettes. And sometimes they get caught and those lighters get confiscated, don't they? Except he had no idea what would happen to them afterwards. Would they just throw them away or keep them in a box? In any case, the best place to look would be the principal's office or something like that...
Algernon moved towards the door just as he heard the tchk tchk tchk of metal striking linoleum floor. He immediately rushed back into the room, but not before he accidentally ran into the desk and uttered a muffled half-curse. The Countess paused because, well, you would have to be deaf to be able to ignore that. She entered just as Algernon dove into the kiln room.
As he sat behind one of the kilns, he held the light tightly, hoping he wouldn't have to actually swing it at anybody. Though now that he thinks of it, the light probably wouldn't be much use against a mechanical spider thing. He would probably end up cutting himself. Horribly. Why did he pick it up anyways? He started to finger the gun in his vest pocket, but that really wouldn't help either. He didn't want to use up any memories right now.
He could hear the Countess scuttling around, apparently frustrated because he could also hear some crashing. She would come around to this room soon and he had absolutely no idea what to do.
And then he suddenly heard a voice, except it was in his head. He tried to keep his breathing steady, although there honestly wasn't a point because he was sure the Countess would come around anyways. The Countess apparently heard the voice too, because she paused in her stress relief or whatever it was she was doing. Or maybe he had actually gasped a little and she had heard that.
Algernon started focusing on both the mechanical curiosity outside and this sudden plea for help. He could never ignore pleas for help. He was supposed to be in a battle to the death and he wasn't supposed to help those who were going to try to kill him later on because that's a stupid thing to do and he was trying to avoid teams because then how could he betray people he trusted himself? And it could be a trap besides and when did he get paranoid? It was only the first round and he was already all messed up and confused. It's pretty much official, now. He wouldn't survive and--
Apparently he was horrible at multi-tasking. Suddenly, the Countess was standing in front of him, looking as sour as a robot tarantula-woman hybrid could. (Very sour.) She was looking less creepy and getting a little terrifying. Algernon stood up, still putting the long lightbulb between them.
"Hello," he managed. "You're looking..."
"The elf," The Countess grumbled in explanation. Throwing around chairs had relieved some of her desire to destroy something, but she still dearly wished that she could find another hamster.
Algernon's expression darkened a little at the mention of Holly's emotion-manipulating shenanigans but decided not to say anything.