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Picking Up The Pieces; [Closed]
Topic Started: Sep 21 2014, 11:27 PM (2,642 Views)
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[Bella Bianchi, Regina "Reggie" Aston, Tucker Hopkins and Yagmur Tekindor continued from Rock the Flock]
Sitting up was a bad first move, but when the blue sky that Regina vaguely recalled seeing in her last moments of consciousness had been replaced by a vibrant shade of yellow, she failed to fight the instinct to explore and judge her new surroundings. As she felt the strain of her muscles protest and fell back against the sheets, damp with what could only be cold sweat, she had seen the dark sky outside of the windows and felt the cold of the air outside of the blankets she had been wrapped up in.

Not the arms she shivered to remember supporting her, lending strength to the ruse Regina had thought she had had the ability to control. Thank fuck for that.

It was night then, or at least evening. That helped the disorientation Regina was feeling, though it did nothing to stave the sharper pain that was dulling the usually sharp edge of her mental processes. “Fuck,” she cursed softly, turning her head against the lacklustre pillow, to try and see what she could glean about the day and her situation before she even thought of movement and seeing what she was capable of doing after what Gene had done to her.

The first things she saw was the half empty water bottle, and the blister pack of painkillers, four gone, next to it on a low table within arm’s reach. At some point she had stirred enough to take more drugs then. Not that she remembered that at all; another detail to discard before it distressed – entirely useless with its lack of information that would help.

Past them, people.

It was then that Regina realised that she was not alone in what could only be described as an open plan living and sleeping area, decorated in colours and patterns that she assumed tied overall into the theme of the resort. She carefully used her arms to shift, very slowly, upright into a sitting position, using the pillow and headrest as support. It hurt like hell and that must have shown, but she had to get used to moving again and fast. If it was the same day, that was not a great loss, but if she had lost more than a day just lying here recovering from an injury that she hoped reduced mobility at worst – that almost hurt worse than the blows to her pride endured thus far.

This was possibly the reason that she did not reach for the Nulla Nulla, again within hand’s reach, but instead for her backpack beside her on the blankets, rifling around in it for some form of nutrition. “How long has it been?” Regina asked as blithely as she could manage as a way of greeting, then hesitantly to the gathered people, “and... thanks. I didn’t realise how bad Gene had got me.”
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The twisted part, Bella realized, was that when you look at it from a certain angle SOTF was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Mother had always tried to get her noticed. For a good portion of Bella’s life, she had been ushered from audition to audition, in the hopes that one would be her big break. Of course, most gave her nothing. There was always a need for a background role in an advertisement or music video, but nothing that would bring her front and center. Bella had managed to build up a resume, and she had received offers for all sorts of schools. But it was nothing compared to what would happen if she lived.

She had seen how many winners who, after the game, went on to start careers. Already Mason had made a few appearances in the media. Jared was pretty much all over the place, especially after his time last season as mentor. It was a guaranteed breaking role these days, provided, of course, that you survive.

But she couldn’t be happy about that.

It was like the snow outside. Bella had never seen snow, much less falling snow. It just didn’t happen in Albuquerque. Living in the desert meant that you could spend your whole life there and never see even a snowflake. Bella didn’t like the cold too much to begin with, but she always wondered what it was like to have a “white Christmas”, where everyone went out all bundled up and built snowmen or threw snowballs at each other. Right now, though, she couldn’t even think of snowmen.

Instead, she was focused on the map in her lap.

For what seemed like the longest time, she had been looking at it. Bella was never good at maps or directions, but she guessed the place they were now at was the “cabanas”. It was comfortable, or at least as comfortable as it could get given the circumstances. There were two bedrooms, with two beds each; just enough for everyone. They had decorated it to seem like a tropical paradise. But it wasn’t where she wanted to be right now. To head out to where she wanted to go, she needed to be at the “nature walk”.

When the announcement came on, it felt like something hit her. It wasn’t just Gene and Will. And when it did, she had just stood there, eyes forced open, jaw agape, the color draining from her face. She couldn’t believe it. Bella didn’t cry, she was too shocked for that. She didn’t mention it to anyone in the group she had found herself in. It felt like something inside her died too.

The shock wore off, but the feelings remained.

She missed a lot of people. She missed going to drama club with Will and Lisa and Jaxon and Aidan. She missed going to Curiositea to see Will. She missed spending time at school with Eden.

She especially missed her.

Bella never saw her. It was too late. She was so focused on finding Gene and god knows what else that she didn’t spend enough time looking for her. She would never find out how and why exactly she killed four people, or anything.

She missed her, so much. She loved her smile, it seemed so genuine to her. Words couldn’t express what exactly Bella felt towards her. And now she was gone.

As much as Bella wanted to head to the nature walk, she was scared of what she would see. It wasn’t just all the bodies. It meant that her last memory of her would be something that wasn’t her. Or Eden, for that matter. That would be the last thing she would see of them. But she had to. For both of them.

She couldn’t even go back to the aquarium. They made that a dangerzone too. Bella could only hope Aidan, Cathryn, and the one girl that came with him got out okay. Hopefully they did. She wasn’t sure where she could find them now, though. Besides, it would have been cruel to drag a barely conscious girl over to the aquarium, where she couldn’t even rest.

It didn’t help that absolutely no one in the suite with her went to Davison. Bella had no idea what exactly the three of them were like at school, or anything. There were two main things that were preventing them from turning on her. The first, of course, was that Yagmur and she had basically committed a murder together. It sounded strange, but still.

The second was the girl’s bandanna. Blue with a jellyfish, just like hers.

It was surprisingly easy to run into team mates.

Though Bella knew that it was a good idea to introduce herself to the orange-haired boy, maybe share some information about herself she couldn’t before with Yagmur, she didn’t feel like being talkative. A bit of a dark haze had come over her.

As Bella continued to stare at the map, her legs dangling off the bed opposite from the girl, she heard stirring from the other bed. She seemed to be dazed ever since they got back. Apparently something happened with Gene, from what she gathered. Bella was only somewhat familiar with injuries. As a dancer, it was common for people to have leg or foot problems. But even then, she only knew the basics.

Bella lifted her head to see her pulling herself up.

“Oh, you’re awake”, she said, the words floating out of her mouth.

As much as she focused on the nature walk and about the rest of the group back at the aquarium, there was still room to be concerned about the brown-haired girl. It was hard not to. Bella gently folded the map, and slid off the bed. Her bones ached as she did so. Bella still hadn’t eaten much. She still felt a little nauseous and anxious, and she didn’t have much of an appetite right now. Sometimes, she would doze off, only to snap awake. It was tempting to use the sleeping pills because of it. Combined with her walking around a lot earlier and stress, and she didn’t feel so good. She didn’t look so good, either. Bella had briefly seen her reflection again, and she had bags under her eyes.

In spite of everything, she could still smile. A little forced, but still a smile.

“It’s… it’s been a few hours”, she said. “Maybe two, I’m thinking. Um…”

“Um”, she had been told, was a filler word. It was something she tried to stop herself from doing. But sometimes it came back. She didn’t care, though.

“Announcement came on, while you were… uh… yeah”, she added, rubbing the back of her neck vacantly with the hand that had the bandanna tied around it.

After a moment of thought on what to say next, she said it.

“By the way… my name’s Bella.”
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Tucker found himself sprawled on the couch, starting at the ceiling lights. He hugged his new-found bag to his chest, his hat cast aside. He didn't have too much to say to either of their new companions: he was grateful for their help, but didn't trust either of them. There was an offhand chance that the other girl was trustworthy, but Tucker wasn't sure if she'd be friendly by proxy.

He was still absorbing the most recent announcement. Ritzy had rattled off a long list of familiar faces: Angie, Vincent, Saachi, Caroline, Sissy and a few others were now dead. That Gene guy killed two people last night, but luckily he and Regina made it out alive. Regina's teammate, Bella, had killed him afterwards. Tucker didn't know what to think of it.

On the other hand, a few more of his classmates had killed. Marcus and Vahka and Pia were repeat offenders. Tucker remembered how close he was with Marcus and how friendly Vahka was before, but that was all in the past. Here, they were the opposition. The enemy. Both the predators and the prey, depending on their allegiances of course.

Tucker still had no idea where his teammates were. It was entirely possible that he was the last Brown Bear alive, though only one team was eliminated: the Jade Rhinos. Poor guys, but at least it's one less team to worry about. If he was half fortunate maybe Jewel or Vahka or Marcus was on his team, but he knew the chances of that were low. Now that he thought about it, where was his mentor. They'd been here for, what, a day, and not a peep from the supposed mentor he was assigned. Sure, it could be negligence, but maybe this was some sort of sick joke: assign a mime to mentor some kids. Maybe humorous to anyone back at home but infuriating for the kids involved.

He snapped out of his stupor, hearing Bella greet Regina and formally introduce herself. Tucker rolled over to face them and smiled at Regina, sitting up and stretching. "Yeah..." he chimed in. "Tower's a danger zone, so I guess we dodged a bullet there." He thought about anything important to add. "One team got eliminated."
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The Subway sandwich sat wrapped across her lap for the time being, Regina eyeing Bella warily as Tucker spoke. Even dead, Gene had inflicted another disadvantage upon her plan’s progress – missing the announcements. An unacceptable but inevitable setback, and now there was another wrench in the works. The new girl was her teammate, and she could not even try and lie to her because of Yagmur. Tucker might have supported a cover story, but she had no guarantees that someone else of their school would do the same. There was a distinct difference between creating a persona that meant people were wary to approach and one where they were actively disdainful of your play. As she had seen countless times before, few of the contestants rarely acted on what they had felt for their friends before the beginning of the game – but on the people they had become since waking up on Survival of the Fittest.

That left only one option then. “Regina,” she introduced in turn, even though Yagmur and Tucker had doubtless named her whilst she had been out. The next thing she did was flex her knee ever so gently. Teeth gritted, Regina was abruptly forced to accept that it would be hard to get anywhere fast if she had to. Plans like their escape from the Ice Palace would not be happening again, and with killers like Jewel she either needed a new plan, or to accept that finding help was the only way to progress – to live long enough to do what she needed to do.

The hand with the bandanna raised as did one of Regina’s eyebrows. She doubted the wisdom of what she was about to say, but she had to do something – and Bella was one of the few people from the other school who would not shoot first and ask later.

“You didn’t come to the Tower by accident, and from the gunshots I remember I am going to assume it was either you or Yagmur that murdered Gene.” A hand braced on the bed, Regina forced herself very slowly to her feet, eyes flickering to the Nulla Nulla that was a crappy crutch. “We are teammates, but I know enough about this game to know that teams mean shit if the people involved aren’t willing to work together towards their goals. It might stop us from killing one another in the long run, but if you care more about personal affectations than the core mechanic of keeping the team alive and united then we are better off going our separate ways – at least for now.”

On average the game lasted no longer than a week, which meant they had five days at most to get things done. The announcements were crucial to that, and she had missed that. Regina took a step, shaking visibly with the effort, and then took another until she was sitting next to Tucker on the couch, between him and Bella and trying not to think too much about Yagmur. That was a pressure point she definitely did not need pushing just yet. “So who died, and who killed them?”

It mattered. Right now it was all she had; her insights and observations. Without them her direction for the game – for winning – was lost. Regina would claw back the advantage, even if she had to use her own team to do it.
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The boy sat up and chimed in. Did a team die? Bella was too focused on... well, other things. But if an entire team was out already, it meant that already they were pretty far into the game. Bella wasn’t sure what to think of that.

Regina, the injured girl, began speaking. Bella’s forced smile faltered. What was she saying? Well, she did kill Gene. Well, her and Yagmur. But it was… mostly her. And the announcement said it was her. She wasn’t sure what Regina was implying.

Regina must had picked up on the fact that they shared a team. But the fact that she brought up the idea of Bella leaving if she cared more about personal goals gave her pause. On one hand, she couldn’t leave someone injured, even if she hadn’t been a team mate. Sure, she had Yagmur and the orange haired boy to take care of her, but Bella didn’t like the idea of leaving someone with a hurt leg behind. On the other, she was supposed to meet up with the group at the aquarium. Presuming they left in time, they were still out there.

And she still needed to go to the nature walk. She wanted to see Shadi and Eden. Bella didn’t know what she’d do once she got there, and she knew she wouldn’t like what she saw, but she knew that she had to.

Her lips turned into a frown. What would she do if she said she wanted to go down to the nature walk first thing after announcements? Was she suggesting something about her murder of Gene? It was all too blunt.

Bella lowered her head, looking at her shoes. Nothing much had changed about them. The only thing that was different was that they were slick from the frost. But even the same dark brown boots she had been wearing going in didn’t feel familiar. Her hand continued to massage the back of her neck in thought.

A bit more rustling, and she looked back up to see Regina getting out of bed. Bella’s thoughts about what Regina said slipped away for a moment. She wasn’t sure how bad her leg was, but getting up so quickly might not be a good idea. It needed rest.

Fortunately, she sat down next to the boy. Bella recognized the makeshift crutch. A club like that had appeared a few times on the show, and was used throughout Season 24 in particular. For a brief second her mind tried to remember what it was called, only to hit a wall because of exhaustion. Regina seemed to be able to walk with it, though.

As she continued talking, Bella’s hand slid away. Regina wanted to know who died over the announcement, and who killed them. The memories played in full force. Gene hitting Will. Her shooting and bludgeoning him. The announcement. Bella felt her throat clench up. She didn’t want to keep replaying them, but they came back. Bella could only think of one answer.

“It… it was me”, she managed to force out. “I killed him. Yagmur helped, but it was… it was mostly me.”

Her eyes went straight back down to her shoes again. She didn’t want to talk about the announcement too much. Sure, she needed to know, but…
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Tucker had hesitated on revealing their name, though Regina had introduced herself anyway. No point in withholding his.

He felt a little late when he finally muttered "Tucker," as he scooted away to make room for Bella. Regina had asked for a summary of the missed announcement, and Bella said her piece. His mind drifted back to the earlier roll call, relaying who killed who.

"Well, Marcus killed two people, Vahka another..." Tucker spoke slowly, replaying the announcement in his head, ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke. "Jewel's up two more, Gene had killed another guy before getting Bunny, Pia managed to off someone too..." He tried to remember the exact names, though other than those immediately recognizable to him he was drawing a blank. "...and there was a bloodbath on the Nature Walk." His entire tangent reminded him of when he'd talked to friends about SOTF, when he'd relay the newest deaths with a lot more vigor and excitement.

Tucker finally finished his rambling. "That's all I can say," he admitted.

There wasn't much left to say.
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"You wanna know the truth about this place?" Yagmur said, to no-one in particular.

Well, that was a lie. He was talking to the camera. He wasn't making eye contact, but he was talking to the good folks back home. He'd decided to cease insulting them, stop insulting their taste in TV and stop calling them vaguely psychopathic sheep, just for a bit. He needed to recharge his vitriol, maybe think of some good Malcolm Tucker-style insults in the meantime.

He also wasn't with his "team". He'd gone for a walk, around the other cabanas. The excuse had been to make sure everything was fine and dandy, but the reality was just as simple. He needed a bit of alone time.

He prodded his gun against the wall. The wallpaper came off with the barrel. He frowned. That must be a safety hazard of some kind. He scraped it away with his bad hand, careful not to leave any of his good fingers in sight of the barrel for too long. His finger was away from the trigger, but he was a responsible gun owner, after all.

"Wallpaper's awful." He found himself speaking like a disinterested contractor, going around the place. "I'm not one of the health and safety freaks, but this place is a death trap. Well, that's a gross exaggeration, but..." He kneeled down, pointing to something crawling across the floor.

"This little critter is a silverfish." Yagmur looked directly at the camera. "Would you want to stay in a hotel that had silverfish? Now, in and of themselves, silverfish aren't that bad. It's what they symbolise that is the problem. Need more proof? I saw a rat earlier."

He looked back down at the ground, crushing the silverfish with the sole of his boot. He smirked the moment he was certain the camera couldn't see his face. It was somewhat karmic to reduce the long-term business of this hotel. Might even discourage other rent-seeking corporate a-holes sucking up to the TV company.

Unlikely, but he decided to allow himself a little fantasy.

"See, the maids here killed spiders," he said, climbing back to his feet. "Massive pile of them under the bed. But you know, spiders are nature's way of pest control. And now you have silverfish. Applause for the custodial crew." He led a brief slow clap.

"Also, the carpentering on this desk is..." He turned to the desk. Drawers held up one side, a glorified plank of wood held up the other. He kicked the wooden "leg" away, and the whole desktop came tumbling to the ground.

"In conclusion, I ain't much of a vacationer, but if you want the Hawaiian experience..." Yagmur frowned, turning back to the camera, faking deep thought, his condescending and oh so self-satisfied spiel only on pause. "There's clearly a better place to go for a Hawaiian experience than this third-rate Oregon hellhole. Maybe there's a bunch of islands in the Pacific that have a lot of Hawaiian-themed resorts?"

He shrugged. "I don't know."

He left the cabana, the third one he had "been" through, not counting the one the rest of his group had holed themselves up in. He put the Ron Burgundy coat on as he left. He'd cut the trousers up into an impromptu scarf. He'd only just discovered it, and was too distracted by...actual problems to give a fuck.

But that wouldn't stop him giving a brief rant. "I see what you did here, giving me a Ron Burgundy outfit. I'm a fan of Ron Swanson, so give me the outfit of another famous fictional Ron. Surprised you didn't go for Ron Weasley," he said, as he left the house, letting out an involuntary shiver as the cold hit him.

That cabana had pretty good insulation, in fairness. Probably made it hell in summer.

"But you know, I'm not a Ron Burgundy fan," he said, upturning the collar to protect his ears and face as much as possible. "But I still like the character. I'll be dead in the ground before I accept this bullshit that SOTF-TV is the best humanity's creative juices can provide."

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"Actually, considering current circumstances, that's a bad choice of words."

Briskly walking over the snow, he tried to open the next cabana door. "Are you seeing this bullshit?" he said, continuing his rant at the camera. "Door gets jammed, and I didn't get given a crowbow." With a sigh, he decided it was time to apply some shoulder.

With two shoves, the door was thrown open, and Yagmur managed to stop himself stumbling too badly.

Brushing the snow out of his hair, Yagmur soon discovered that there was nothing original in this house for him to critique. He'd done everything else he wanted to discuss with the camera - trying to get people to seek out alternative entertainments, cut off the demand for this godawful show. Indeed, he'd devoted the entire tour of the relatively sturdy second cabana listing his personal media recommendations, or some crazy story ideas he himself had had in the midst of alcohol abuse that would make more gripping TV.

But no. Here he was, standing alone. With nothing to think about.

When he exhaled, he could see his breath. It was cold. He shouldn't have knocked the door down.

He tried lingering on that thought, but it didn't work.

The thoughts of the last announcement hit him in waves. The deaths, the murderers, Vahka was too far gone...

A tiny bit of his mind, the bit most concerned with his social standing, was relieved that Yagmur found himself feeling anger more than sadness. He was crying, but people wouldn't be seeing him as a crybaby. No, they'd be seeing him as someone angry with the situation, picking up the hat stand and smashing in all the cabana windows, crying tears of anger as opposed to tears of sadness.

Yes.

Small mercy that his distress came in the form of anger, but he'd take it.
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Facts trickled in verbally. Bella had been the one whose name would have been read out on the announcements. Yagmur would not have even got a mention; that was just the way it worked. The runners liked to keep the contestants guessing, highlighting the obvious threats but not the most dangerous – the ones that maimed, that poisoned with words rather than just outright murdering their opponents. As Regina listened to the piecemeal recollection that Tucker was providing in addition to Bella’s admission, she slipped back into the analyst that she had wanted to be since the start. It helped her to ignore the violent, angry throbbing that coursed up and down the injured leg. It also made hearing familiar names on the announcements something similar to expected. Once someone had started killing it was easier to keep the momentum, though motivations were usually tied in with the first kill and thus harder to deduce from the outside.

Whilst she wanted to say that Marcus was the hardest to figure out in the limited list that she had been given, it was really that it was the hardest to swallow. Jewel had proven herself prolific, and she was a little glad that some of the others were so high on kill counts. It meant that they were willing to do what they needed to do – to live long enough to win. But doubt came alongside those certainties. Had Douglas been mentioned, or Ashley? Would Tucker even think to name them if they had been killed – or had killed? A quick mathematical estimate worked out that nine people had been taken out in just one day, and that was not counting the ‘bloodbath’ that Tucker said occurred at the Nature Walk.

Something told her that he was still alive, but Regina did not let her hopes hinge on what was possibly fanciful desire. Perhaps she would ask Tucker later. She did not let herself linger on the implications of that either, leaning back on the couch so that both Bella and Tucker were within sight. “Jewel’s only a few kills from going home then and pissed a lot of people off. If they’re still living, she’ll struggle to get to ten.”

It was good that Bella took credit for the kill, even if it was very clear to Regina that the girl was unnerved by what she had done with Yagmur. Perhaps there had been a purpose behind it – maybe she had known the boy that Gene had offed in his stream of destruction before his untimely end? There was nothing about the girl before her that suggested player, especially after helping her and Tucker. Though, she acquiesced silently, that had been largely because she had happened to find one of the few people left that she was quite sure still had a heart.

Regina reluctantly shifted her gaze across the room, ignoring the tacky decor and decrepit furniture. Unless Yagmur had been hiding in the bathroom for the last ten minutes, she figured he was elsewhere – scouting for supplies? Neither had offered to shed any light on where he was. To be honest that had suited Regina just fine until she had been able to approach thinking of their classmate in a methodical manner.

“You did what you had to do,” Regina offered to Bella, earnest in her assessment of the situation. “Gene was chaotic, and you removed him. It makes our lives easier, but also makes everyone else’s lives simpler too.”

Now that she was sitting and focused it became very apparent that there was something wrong with Tucker too. He was subdued. Had there been something in the announcements that had shaken him? No. It had changed as he had begun talking – answering her questions about them. He had started out admirably methodical, but by the end... Her eyes met his briefly, and then she sighed.

Don’t care. Can’t care. “Hey Tucker...” In the relative silence of the moment, there was a crash. Regina glanced at her Nulla Nulla and wondered whether it would be used as a crutch or weapon in the near future. “We ought to find out what that was,” she suggested, already bracing with her hands to see how much weight her knee could support without excruciating agony. Standing was difficult, but that was nothing compared to taking more than a few steps. If she could not find a way past this, she was as good as dead. It was enough to make her consider staying with Bella for a fraction of a second longer than she should, then she steeled herself into taking another step, shaking with the effort but refusing to let herself more than tense in response outwardly.

It would be better tomorrow. It had to be, but first Regina needed to know she could sleep as much as she needed to live that long. That was all that mattered to her right now.
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As the boy, Tucker, spoke, Bella made a face. It was only a reminder to go to the Nature Walk and see what was there. To Bella, it was more than a massacre. So as he talked, she continued looking at her shoes.

Regina was talking again. Yagmur had said that too. Doing Gene in was the “right” thing. And her thoughts on that were pretty much the same as before. She… guessed it was. Gene had killed Will, and apparently two others. He had lost it. He was hurt enough too. It was better to do it as quick as she did it, right? Still didn’t mean she had in any way enjoyed what she had done, even if it was pretty much revenge.

Jewel Evans had come up too. That was the girl from the other school who kept showing up on the announcements, right? Cathryn had brought her up when they met. She never got to ask her about Jewel, she just realized. Nor did she find out too much about her. Hopefully she was okay with Aidan.

Bella’s shoulders tightened against her body, making her hunch. Ever since the events at the aquarium she felt very small. Each time something happened, each time the announcements came on, really, she had started shrinking. Tucker and Yagmur and Regina weren’t threatening, at least not right now, but she still felt very timid around them.

Interrupting her thoughts was a crash.

Bella looked up, feeling her heart race. Yagmur had gone off to check things out, but it had been a while since he came back. Once again, a million scenarios slid into her mind, each more horrifying than the last. What if they weren't alone in the cabanas?

Her eyes flicked back to the bed opposite from where Regina had slept, seeing the glint of the pogo stick. She still had it with her, as much as the thing brought back unpleasant memories. However, within a moment she had reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the steel. It wasn't much, but it was pretty sturdy. Gene had proved that in the worst way possible.

For a moment Bella felt as if she was choking.

Regina was making a move now. She didn't need to.

"I'll... I'll check", Bella forced out.
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There was a crash, from one of the other cabanas. Yagmur, maybe, but there was also the distinct possibility of it being an unseen enemy. People he regarded as peers only a little while ago manifested themselves as sinister shadows, lurking in the dark: Jewel, Vahka, Marcus, hell, maybe even Pia could be out there causing a ruckus. But in hindsight making noise isn't a smart idea if they were going for the 'silent killer' angle. Though it could even be a ruse, to get someone to check it out and lure them into the trap...

Regina proposed exactly that, but Bella offered to go instead. A better candidate, in regards to ability and expendability in Tucker's mind. He'd hang back, stay with Regina. Hold down the fort, in a sense. If Bella never came back, then the two could easily escape whatever carnage would ensue.

But on the bright side, if it was really only Yagmur, then it would give Tucker a chance to be alone with someone he trusted, if only for a short time. No need to hold his guard up in front of Regina, he figured.

"Yeah," he said, standing. "You can go."

Tucker turned to face Regina. "You, on the other hand, need to rest." He offered out his hand for support. Regina's steps were forced, and clearly she was in no shape for walking.
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Another smash.

He thought he felt some of the glass shower down on him. His hands might have been cut a bit, maybe they were bleeding a bit. He didn't really feel them.

With one final window left in the Cabana, he decided to, with a loud yell, throw the hatstand through the glass. He heard it crash into the snow on the ground outside. Looking outside the window, his breath wearily returning to its normal pace and the colour slowly beginning to leave his face, he saw the snow begin to blanket the hat stand already. The fragments of glass from the window were invisible against the snow. The snow wasn't fluffy or inviting.

The cold air swept into the Cabana, the empty windowpanes doing nothing to keep the place any warmer than the outside.

He pulled his impromptu scarf a bit higher, and left via the door, running his hand over his face to mop up the couple of exasperated tears still running down his cheeks.
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Before the quickly forming protests had chance to come out verbally against the well-meaning wishes of her teammate, there was another worryingly loud crash in the background of their discussion. As much as Regina wanted to tell herself that her focus was on the enemy that might be beating Yagmur in worryingly close proximity to their cabana, instead she was looking between Bella and Tucker, mystified. He was trusting her? Regina could logically trust Bella. Neither of them gained anything by harming the other, but Tucker was willing to let her wander out by herself, and stay here and wait?

Also, there was the small matter of his hand. He was offering her support and wisdom, but her mind knew that just sitting here and waiting for Bella to come back and tell them the coast was clear was not on the cards. A few moments longer, and then she reached out, clasping her hand firmly around his forearm. She really hoped he could not tell how incredibly tense her entire body was, or at least that he had the common sense not to state it aloud.

Regina gave him a meaningful look, clearly uncomfortable, and then shook her head once. “No way. If someone is attacking a big guy like Yagmur, what chance is Bella gonna have if they’re well-armed, or worse, in a group? What are my chances of running from anyone who wants to hurt us?” Appeal to his sense of decency, practicality. That way you don’t have to think too hard about how ridiculous it is that you feel awkward touching him. “We go together, or not at all.”

The unspoken question hung in the air between them: Are you willing to risk letting Yagmur suffer? Regina thought she already knew the answer, and hefted her Nulla Nulla in her free hand with a sly smile, feeling slightly more in control than she had about ten seconds ago and miles better for it – the searing agony that came with walking aside.
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Bella listened closely. Regina couldn’t go, she felt. Sure, the club was a decent weapon, but her leg wasn’t any good if she was hurt. In that sense, she agreed with Tucker. But if Tucker went with her, Regina would be alone. If all three of them went, it meant putting Regina possibly in danger. If he stayed with Regina, it meant that if someone had a better weapon...

She didn’t want to think about it.

Bella stepped over closer to the door, her hand on the knob.

“Regina”, she said. “Are you sure? I mean… your leg…”

Maybe it was better if it were three of them, even if one was injured. Bella hadn’t had a good look at her leg, but she didn’t want to risk it. But if they stayed, it meant Yagmur could be left alone to deal with whatever danger there was. The sounds were already enough to get her imagination going. Maybe someone had hit him over the head and kept going after he hit the ground. Or maybe someone was sneaking around, only to knock something over. What if it were something like the Jewel girl?

Her other hand’s grip on the pogo stick grew tighter, as she only kept picturing all sorts of ways that sound could have been made. Yagmur being pushed into a window face first, him being hit with a baseball bat, someone punching him over and over, it came and went quickly. Bella felt the now-familiar pit in her stomach grow tighter just picturing what could be happening.

It could be nothing. It could be a rat. She’d seen some here. But rats didn’t make that much noise, did they? It didn’t help that it happened again. No, it had to have been a huge one.

“We have to”, she added, her voice again low, her eyes focused on the door.
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Tucker felt her weight press against him, though he wasn't expecting the poignant look and the "all or nothing" declaration. He couldn't help but echo Bella's worries, though Regina brushed them off and Bella caved too.

He groaned internally. For all they knew they could be marching to their own deaths; even as they spoke the noises outside continued. But Regina seemed determined, and Bella probably just wanted to make sure an ally was okay. Tucker didn't want to be the bad guy here.

"Alright, fine," He whispered. "We're all going." One arm was gripping Regina's, while with his free hand he held the knife. He guided Regina to the door of the cabana, looking back at Bella.

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The next door opened without any hassle, any drama, any frustration.

It closed equally admirably.

Props to whoever installed that door. Give credit where credit is due. Yagmur appreciated good craftsmanship, and he showed that to the camera by giving an appreciative nod, his emotions once again in check.

Until he saw something else in this cabana.

A fully-stocked liquor cabinet.

Well, fully-stocked was a bit of an exaggeration. Even from a distance - a distance that was soon closed as he sprinted towards the cabinet within a couple seconds and with a barely suppressed childish giggle - he could tell there were only four bottles with anything notable in them, but that was more than enough for his purposes.

If he was going to die, he was going to die with a smile on his face. Fuck his pretensions. He wasn't going to change anything. He wasn't going to win.

A bottle of Jack Daniel's. An unimaginative whiskey choice, far from the most luxurious or obscure whiskeys, but that wasn't an insult to the product. It was a perfectly cromulent drink. No complaints.

"You guys clearly did your research well..." Yagmur replied. He had to give credit where credit was due. He respected the people behind this show. It was a grudging respect, one given to a political adversary, a great villain, or a smart rival, one whose bastardy knows no bounds but possesses respectable skills. "I mean, the invasion of privacy isn't appreciated, but that's just the fecal icing on top of the shit cake."

He chuckled, as he opened the bottle, and took a quick gulp for quality. Ah, that was warming him up already. He'd eaten a Slim Jim or two, but otherwise had an empty stomach, and had barely slept on top of that, so he knew it wouldn't be long before he got sufficiently drunk. "In fairness, you probably left this here because of neglect and apathy. It's kind of a self-centred assumption to assume you put it here to disarm my anger, but it worked."

He took another swig. Another bottle of Jack Daniels. Two bottles of cheap convenience store tequila. And a couple of beers, but those were cheap American shit, and in the words of a great comedian, American beer is like having sex in a canoe.

He muttered the joke out loud as his eyes rested on the bottles, but left the punchline to the audience's imagination.

None of his favourite drinks were there. No taste of home, no delicacies from abroad, nothing to sate his true cravings or complement the shitty food he had remaining. Just a few empty bottles, the labels ripped off, and some stains that represented wasted drink. Shame. He coulda done with a bit more. But this was more than satisfactory for his purposes.

Placing the opened bottle on the ground by the door outside, he slid the other bottle of whiskey into his jacket.

He chuckled at how low the alcohol content of the tequila was. Only just above 30%. That had to be the lowest tequila could be. It was quite depressing.

"You know," he started, talking to no-one in particular, as he placed all the remaining bottles on the ground, within easy access, popping their tops off with a strong grasp. "I was wanting to be an economist when this happened to me. I won't bore you with my views. I'm not an open-minded guy, I admit that's a fault, but I know people don't like to be lectured. I'll save that for when I'm drunk." He winched and stifled a yelp. He had grabbed the second tequila bottle too forcefully, crushing the glass of the neck of the bottle as he ripped the top off, cutting his good hand.

Hopefully the alcohol would kick in and clean that up. Nothing too deep, barely worse than a few paper cuts, he thought, spending no more than a few seconds examining his hand.

"I was hoping that...well, hopefully someone at home will see this and think well of me." Yagmur continued, finishing his alcohol-opening ritual. "I was hoping to destroy this show, reincarnate the true entertainment industry, using the good ol' laws of supply and demand." He climbed to his feet, a strange absentmindedness in his eyes, as if his actions were on auto-pilot. He moved to the desk, and with a few strong kicks, had reduced it to a few planks of lumber. "People need to realise there are better shows out there, old and new, than this boring government-backed childkilling circus bullshit. We're not ancient Rome, after all. Make people realise that, get rid of the demand. Supply will follow."

Truthfully, his even more unrealistic plan for supply had been to fuck this place up so much no one else would give their locations up for filming.

Chucking the desk remnants in a pile in the middle of the room, he moved to the bed. The mattress went first, moved to the side, connecting one plank to the painted wall. Dismantling the bed wasn't difficult. Beds had been a specialty of Yagmur's, during his carpentering days. He scattered the wooden remnants across the room, hoping to get a good coverage. "But, too many people are dead. I'm not an activist. I don't know how to do this shit. Hell, I had bigger fish to fry myself until I got abducted. Ideological battles, foreign policy, deficits, my mundane day-to-day crap, shit I don't give a fuck about anymore because of...selfishness. I admit it. I wanted to be selfless and end this fucking show, but you know, I give up. That ain't me. I'm no fucking hero."

Blankets and curtains were added to the pile. He had to jump across it to get the next thing, the drinks cabinet itself. The same dismantling show. "But now I have alcohol in me, I can stop lying to myself. Die the way I want to fucking die. Drunk, and going down fighting." The tequila went on the pile first.

Then, as useless as it was, the beer.

It was spread out pretty well.

Opening his bag and going to the first aid kit, he opened the lighter and threw it on.

....

It took a few seconds for Yagmur to realise this was quite disappointing. Maybe the bathroom had-

As he opened that door, he noticed absinthe. Arak. His two favourite drinks. Very random, very lucky. Quite tragic they were wasted on this alcoholic tasteless slob. He also immediately lost all respect for the TV producers again. If they had any sense, they'd have taken them away. Instead, they left them here. He was grateful, but shocked at their negligence.

Ignoring everything else, he opened them gently, and took a few swigs. All he needed. These bottles had a higher purpose.

And as he stood above the weak fire, poorly constructed and growing far too slowly, he decided to do one last thing, before the fire grew exponentially and consumed the whole shoddy building. "My parents are pretty well-off," he said quietly, eyes fixed on the fire. "You guys are in it to make money. Can't you make a deal with them? I'm sure they'd compensate you well. They're good people. They're good parents. Hell, I'm sure they can strike a pretty good bargain. For a lot of people. For most of us still here."

No. Too ambitious. Mission-creep.

He was no hero.

He couldn't save everyone.

Don't be stupid, Yagmur.

Blinking back a few tears of frustration and irritation, the fire beginning to pick up speed, he continued, speaking up slightly as the crackle of the fire began the path towards a roar. "Those guys. In the other cabana. The people I'm with. My parents can pay for them all. They're good people. They don't deserve this shit. I'm sure other people will chip in."

The poor logic of his decision began to dawn on him. People had obviously tried this before, both inside and outside. His parents weren't rich enough. There wasn't enough time to set up a KickStarter, or handle the paperwork. Hell, scrupulous editing might remove his plea, his soapbox, any chance at explaining his motives. And the people behind this show would play the long game. If they just became a kidnapping ring, sending the poor and unloved kids to fight on TV, their long-term revenues would disappear. No. They needed every kid to stay in for the long haul.

But he wouldn't stop now.

He couldn't rebut their arguments, but he'd been wrong before. Let's hope he'd be wrong again.

"Just...give it a few minutes of thought. I know it's not your typical modus operandi, but..." He gulped, stooping to their way of thinking. "It'd be a ratings grabber."

With that, he threw the drinks onto the fire, immediately turning away as the flames began licking up the walls and consuming the house, only stopping to pick up his whiskey.

Sitting against the fence outside the Cabana, he waited until the flames became visible as well as audible.
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