03-17-2010, 12:55 AM
“I wonder what’s with her,” Victoria said offhandedly. The young woman had been giving her would-be companion looks that could kill, and he went gallivanting off to be a hero. It didn’t matter either way to the Hunter, especially when the only person left standing with her was the awkward girl with blue hair. “Hey, are you alright?” Vicky turned in question.
“Y-yes,” Sage replied, and quickly turned away. “What are we going to do?” she asked, watching as the water began to creep along the hallway.
“It won’t be long until we’re pulled under, will it?” The coral haired woman replied, as if the question had to be asked. “Let’s head up. At this point, I think that girl might have the right idea. Despite the brave actions of her friend, that wasn’t what I had in mind.” She nodded in the direction of the water where the two men had taken off.
“What do you mean? What was your idea?” Sage asked, hugging her arms against her body.
“I was going to go up top, see what the situation was like, and see if there could be a way to fix the damage. However, the rate of the water coming in, this ship is going to sink even if we fix the hole.” She started up the stairs again, advancing towards the deck. “You’re welcome to join me, but don’t wait too long, worst case scenario you can get on a lifeboat.” She called back.
She advanced through the ship towards the deck; sounds of people panicking made the journey easy for her. She followed the people’s voices, wondering just how the situation was. She walked onto the deck; the cold air chilled her immediately. It wasn’t just the air, it was the entire world. The doom lingered over everyone, making them cry or fight, it was a cluster fuck. Victoria walked past people sitting against cabin walls, or clutching to the rails. The ship was slowly beginning to tilt, a sign of what was to come. How are we going to survive? We’ll have to get on a lifeboat, but with so many people here that may be a feat. She mused, and walked along the chilly deck.
“Women and children first,” a voice barked. “That’s the law, step back or I’ll have no choice but to shoot.” Victoria looked intently at the scene. A few gentlemen were causing a riot with an officer; he was guarding a lifeboat that had a handful of people in it. They looked scared; she could feel the terror already. The men were trying to get on the lifeboats, but the officer wouldn’t have it, not until all of the women and children were safe. Vicky skirted by, not wanting to get involved. She also feared that, being a woman herself, the man would force her onto the raft.
A strange music wafted through the air, it was melodic, but wasn’t a classical feature. She had heard a lot of music during her stay in Zone 5, it kept her entertained. She had not heard the song that filled the tense air, it made her curious. She waded through the crowd of people, more of them pushing and fighting over the boats. She spotted eight men playing various stringed instruments, and she approached them.
“Why are you still performing? Shouldn’t you be trying to get on a lifeboat?” she asked a man playing a violin.
“Not until we’re told to board, ma’am.” He replied, and the music did not cease. She stood listening, finding the melodic music to be soothing. One of the men, holding a guitar in his hands, began to sing along with the beautiful music.
“What song is this?” She asked, looking at the singer, and then the violinist.
“I’m on a Boat,” he replied, and went back to playing. She crossed her arms, feeling a chilly breeze push against her. The deck was beginning to tilt, and the people were beginning to panic further. She didn’t want to be a part of the mass horror; instead, she listened to the music. It took dedication to do what they were doing, just as Joseph was keeping the lights on. Even as she thought of him, the lights flickered, reminding her of what would soon be the death of all the men below.
Victoria gave the singer a shocked look. Although he threw out vulgarities, sang like an angel, the lyrics to the song were not fitting to the ordeal. She thought that the melodic music would have been paired with beautiful words, a song to keep the passengers brave in this time. She watched and listen in confusion before remembering, it was not real, it had to have been Gamer.
She turned away in disappointment and noticed something peculiar, given the size of the ship there were a lack of lifeboats. She walked towards an officer, and questioned him. “How many lifeboats are there?” She looked past him towards the craft that he was monitoring.
“There are ten boats, Miss, and you ought to be boarding one now.” He made to grab her but she backed away before he could make contact.
“Ten for all of these people?” she asked, baffled. “That’s not enough.” She stared at him in amazement.
“Can’t tell you more than that, this ship was not meant to sink, but it did.” He replied and gave her a stern look. “Now I’d advise you to get on, or you’ll be taking a one way ticket to the ocean floor.” He reached for her again.
“No! I can’t leave yet, the others…” She argued, but he gripped her arm tightly and began forcing her towards the partially filled craft. “I told you I don’t want to go.” She fought back, trying to pry his fingers from her arm, and kicking at him in the shins.
“You want to die? Fine.” He pushed her and she fell onto the deck, she looked up at the officer in anger.
“I told you I have to wait for the others, I can’t leave them behind.” She climbed to her feet and flattened her dress. The man no longer paid her attention, he began helping passengers onto the lifeboat.
I’m going to die if I don’t get on, if there’s only ten boats, there may not be enough time for us to get a seat. She walked away, looking around at the people and their faces. I wonder if they made it up here, we have no choice now but to wait this thing out and fight for our lives against the event.
Vicky walked further up the deck, the boat had taken on a large tilt, and it was beginning to creak. She could picture the event now, the boat half sunken, and people falling to their deaths or drowning under the water. She had to tell the others that it was now or never, but they were nowhere to be found.
She waded through the people, and began to shout out their names, hoping they would hear her and come to her. All of her hopes were dashed, trying to save these people had been a fools dream, but trying to save her companions meant something else. She had to assume that the point of the event was to survive, and that meant getting on the lifeboats. With her dress hoisted from trailing the ground, she pushed forward towards the end of the boat, and sought out the others. The higher, the better. She reasoned, and fought to keep her own heart from beating out of her chest.
“Y-yes,” Sage replied, and quickly turned away. “What are we going to do?” she asked, watching as the water began to creep along the hallway.
“It won’t be long until we’re pulled under, will it?” The coral haired woman replied, as if the question had to be asked. “Let’s head up. At this point, I think that girl might have the right idea. Despite the brave actions of her friend, that wasn’t what I had in mind.” She nodded in the direction of the water where the two men had taken off.
“What do you mean? What was your idea?” Sage asked, hugging her arms against her body.
“I was going to go up top, see what the situation was like, and see if there could be a way to fix the damage. However, the rate of the water coming in, this ship is going to sink even if we fix the hole.” She started up the stairs again, advancing towards the deck. “You’re welcome to join me, but don’t wait too long, worst case scenario you can get on a lifeboat.” She called back.
She advanced through the ship towards the deck; sounds of people panicking made the journey easy for her. She followed the people’s voices, wondering just how the situation was. She walked onto the deck; the cold air chilled her immediately. It wasn’t just the air, it was the entire world. The doom lingered over everyone, making them cry or fight, it was a cluster fuck. Victoria walked past people sitting against cabin walls, or clutching to the rails. The ship was slowly beginning to tilt, a sign of what was to come. How are we going to survive? We’ll have to get on a lifeboat, but with so many people here that may be a feat. She mused, and walked along the chilly deck.
“Women and children first,” a voice barked. “That’s the law, step back or I’ll have no choice but to shoot.” Victoria looked intently at the scene. A few gentlemen were causing a riot with an officer; he was guarding a lifeboat that had a handful of people in it. They looked scared; she could feel the terror already. The men were trying to get on the lifeboats, but the officer wouldn’t have it, not until all of the women and children were safe. Vicky skirted by, not wanting to get involved. She also feared that, being a woman herself, the man would force her onto the raft.
A strange music wafted through the air, it was melodic, but wasn’t a classical feature. She had heard a lot of music during her stay in Zone 5, it kept her entertained. She had not heard the song that filled the tense air, it made her curious. She waded through the crowd of people, more of them pushing and fighting over the boats. She spotted eight men playing various stringed instruments, and she approached them.
“Why are you still performing? Shouldn’t you be trying to get on a lifeboat?” she asked a man playing a violin.
“Not until we’re told to board, ma’am.” He replied, and the music did not cease. She stood listening, finding the melodic music to be soothing. One of the men, holding a guitar in his hands, began to sing along with the beautiful music.
“What song is this?” She asked, looking at the singer, and then the violinist.
“I’m on a Boat,” he replied, and went back to playing. She crossed her arms, feeling a chilly breeze push against her. The deck was beginning to tilt, and the people were beginning to panic further. She didn’t want to be a part of the mass horror; instead, she listened to the music. It took dedication to do what they were doing, just as Joseph was keeping the lights on. Even as she thought of him, the lights flickered, reminding her of what would soon be the death of all the men below.
Quote: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bePWRZV2bcc
Aww shit
Get your towels ready it's about to go down
Everybody in the place hit the fuckin deck
But stay on your motherfuckin toes
We runnin this, let's go
I'm on a boat
I'm on a boat
Everybody look at me cause I'm sailin on a boat
I'm on a boat
I'm on a boat
Take a good hard look at the motherfuckin boat
Victoria gave the singer a shocked look. Although he threw out vulgarities, sang like an angel, the lyrics to the song were not fitting to the ordeal. She thought that the melodic music would have been paired with beautiful words, a song to keep the passengers brave in this time. She watched and listen in confusion before remembering, it was not real, it had to have been Gamer.
She turned away in disappointment and noticed something peculiar, given the size of the ship there were a lack of lifeboats. She walked towards an officer, and questioned him. “How many lifeboats are there?” She looked past him towards the craft that he was monitoring.
“There are ten boats, Miss, and you ought to be boarding one now.” He made to grab her but she backed away before he could make contact.
“Ten for all of these people?” she asked, baffled. “That’s not enough.” She stared at him in amazement.
“Can’t tell you more than that, this ship was not meant to sink, but it did.” He replied and gave her a stern look. “Now I’d advise you to get on, or you’ll be taking a one way ticket to the ocean floor.” He reached for her again.
“No! I can’t leave yet, the others…” She argued, but he gripped her arm tightly and began forcing her towards the partially filled craft. “I told you I don’t want to go.” She fought back, trying to pry his fingers from her arm, and kicking at him in the shins.
“You want to die? Fine.” He pushed her and she fell onto the deck, she looked up at the officer in anger.
“I told you I have to wait for the others, I can’t leave them behind.” She climbed to her feet and flattened her dress. The man no longer paid her attention, he began helping passengers onto the lifeboat.
I’m going to die if I don’t get on, if there’s only ten boats, there may not be enough time for us to get a seat. She walked away, looking around at the people and their faces. I wonder if they made it up here, we have no choice now but to wait this thing out and fight for our lives against the event.
Vicky walked further up the deck, the boat had taken on a large tilt, and it was beginning to creak. She could picture the event now, the boat half sunken, and people falling to their deaths or drowning under the water. She had to tell the others that it was now or never, but they were nowhere to be found.
She waded through the people, and began to shout out their names, hoping they would hear her and come to her. All of her hopes were dashed, trying to save these people had been a fools dream, but trying to save her companions meant something else. She had to assume that the point of the event was to survive, and that meant getting on the lifeboats. With her dress hoisted from trailing the ground, she pushed forward towards the end of the boat, and sought out the others. The higher, the better. She reasoned, and fought to keep her own heart from beating out of her chest.
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