Breaking the Silence

[TygerShore]

The little boy let out a groan. He was face down in some dirt -- he didn't mind the dirt part, just the part about the pain that was flaring through his body. Stephan picked himself up, and nearly dropped back down again. He was on the edge of a cliff! Tip-toeing away from the edge, he was suddenly blasted by a gust of wind. When it was safe to stand to his full height, Stephan nearly fell back over at the sight he was seeing. All around him was ocean for miles and miles, farther than he could see. He looked behind him, seeing a large-ish island with a beach all around it, and a jungle in the middle of it.

Stephan grinned and let out a "woop!" Of delight. He could see some specks of people on the beach in the distance...but now he was on his own, with no one to boss him around. Stephan pulled out a piece of gum from his pack and ripped a little piece off of it, then put the rest back. Might as well save it in case there was nothing else to eat.

Stephan sat down near the side of the cliff and looked out towards the ocean, chewing a small piece of bubble gum loudly. This was the life.

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Azmyth Lawrence Cecil

The first thing he could hear was the wind. It was howling, so he guessed he was pretty high up. The second thing he heard was some light things knocking together--it sounded like a farm or something. But it didn't sound like trees--it sounded lighter than that. A shrub? No, it didn't sound like leaves. Maybe it was grass. Long grass.

The second sence that came to him was smell. He could smell salt--the ocean, or a chlorine pool. Probably a pool. He could also smell some sort of fresher scent--like those strange smelling things you find in bathrooms. Or your backyard after a rain.

After that came taste. A horrid taste filled his mouth--it was bitter and salty and wet all in one. Discusging, easily. Sort of like hot saltwater, but it was frigid cold. And not as... salty. That stuff you got at the nurse was always full with too much salt, and it made you want to be sick... it made your tongue numb, too.

Next was touch. The first thing he noticed was a really fierce burning in the back of his throat. He guessed it went along with the salty taste... it was definetly saltwater, he realized. His bare arms also tickled, as if a thousand tiny fingers were walking all over his body. But they were coming in a pattern--they matched the strange tree-like sound that was coming along with the wind. After thay came immense pain. Extreme pain. Only once ever in his life had he felt pain like this--but this was worse. He'd felt it one time when he'd broken his finger in dodgeball, but... he couldn't tell where the pain was coming from. He felt entirely numb.

Finally, sight came back to him as he opened his eyes. everything was blurry at first, but as it cleared, he was looking up at a blue sky, brushed with a few white feathers of clouds. Long grass was cradling aroud him, going up higher than he was. He was laying in it, under some that was bent over or crushed.

As he tried to sit up, he realized where the pain was coming from. His arm was totally bent in wrong ways, and it cracked when he say up. The boy was never much of a pain-taker, so this was beyond terrifying, and he let out a huge, bad-ass scream of agony and fear. He then reached out with his other arm, and twisted it back into place, where his eyes blurred over with the pain, and he thought that he was going to die. OW! was all that was on his mind. It then hung limply at his side as he stood up and looked around.

He was on a grassy knoll, the grass higher than he'd ever seen grass be before. A few trees dotted the area, and the knoll ended with a cliff drop-off, where he could see the plane and a small group of people farther down. Then everything came rushing back to him. He was supposed to go to some sort of camp, but the plane had crashed and he'd gone flying off, landing on this cliff. He realized that not far off he could see the little boy he'd been sitting next to on the plane. They must've been catapaulted off together.

Trying to approach, he felt steps almost as painful as his limp arm... his entire body felt bruised and painful. As he tried to shake off the pain, he wound up falling down again, onto the nice, soft grass. That's when the thoughts started to occurr to him. Where was he? Why was he here? What did he do to get here? Was he meant to die here? Was there a way off? Would the pain ever go away? Would he have to lose his left arm? But then some better thoughts popped into his head. He was away from his two older brothers, which he despised so much. He was away from school. He now had a private island. He was sitting in nice, soft grass. He wasn't dead.

It wasn't until this happened that the boy realized how precious life was. As he picked himself up again, now feeling numb to the pain, he went over to the boy who had been sitting next to him. "Hey, you! Shrimp"

[/color] he called to the short kid. "Where the hell are we? What's going on?... Do you know how to fix a broken arm...?"[/color] he was embarrassed to ask the last part, but he was willing to do anything to be able to use it again. He would even be willing to tear his jeans to make a sling or something... but he couldn't do it with just one hand. His knife was strapped to his left leg, anyway, which made things harder.

This wasn't going to be fun. That was the one thing he had sence enough to figure out right now.

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comments: pretty good legnth <3
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[TygerShore]

"Hey, you! Shrimp"

Stephan barely even acknowledged the voice of the other boy. When he finally realised that it was actually a voice, he turned around. The older kid didn't look too good, but Stephan quickly turned back around, not really caring that the other boy was in pain. As long as he, himself, wasn't in too much pain, he didn't care if others were around him. This was his island, all of the other people were just there to entertain him.

"Where the hell are we? What's going on?... Do you know how to fix a broken arm...?"

Stephan blew on the small piece of bubble gum, making a bubble with it, then chuckling with glee as it made a loud smacking noise, popping against his face. He used his tongue to scoop it back into his mouth, then continued chewing. As an answer to all three questions that the boy had asked, Stephan gave one grunt and shrugged. He didn't care where they were as long as there was no one to boss him around -- and this boy was getting a bit demanding. He also didn't care what was going on, and he didn't think that he even needed to answer the question of if he knew how to fix a broken arm -- the only thing that Stephan knew what to do when you got hurt, was to patch up a cut if it's an open wound.

Stephan's eyes flashed around, then he suddenly jumped up and spun, facing the boy, then stood with his arms crossed, his slingshot hanging out of one of his pockets. "'Course I know ha' to fix a' arm." He said, in between chews of his piece of bubble gum. He had no clue how to fix a broken arm, but he figured that it would be fun to try, and if he did actually manage to, then this boy would owe him. Even if he couldn't fix it, it would be fun to watch the other boy scream as he twisted the arm. "Wan' me ta' givit a try?" He grinned, his eyes locked on the other boys', as if daring the boy to agree with letting him try to fix his arm.

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wc: 395
comments: Woot, I love role playing with Stephan

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Azmyth waited impatiently for a responce, and braced as he heard nothing but a grunt to his first three questions. He could feel his face turning red--heating up, like he was ready to explode or something. He then remembered why he hated kids: they don't know nothin'. And this kid certainly didn't know anything except maybe how to chew that piece of bubblegum. Azymth always hated gum. Whenever he'd blow a bubble, it would burst in his face and get in his nose and eyes and then he'd start having a nose bleed. And sometims it even got in his hair...he'd had to get a buzz cut three times in his childhood because of it.

And then there was a long silence, where the kid did nothing but chew that gum... loudly. The large pop of the bubble made Azmyth want to pass out, feeling as if the pop of the gum was the cracking of his legs. They felt like lead weights, and he didn't want to stand any longer. The pain was still ripping through his arm, as well. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to stand it.

But then the kid finally turned to look at him, saying that he knew how to fix his arm. The Asian boy gave a crooked, mischevious smile, totally relieved that someone could help him. Though, there was a certain flash in his eyes that Azmyth picked up, but he assumed it to be nothing. The kid was probably just relieved to be in his presence--a senior for him to follow, or something. Any excuse Azmyth could come up with made him satisfied, afterall.

"Good. Now, get to work,"

[/color] he snapped, letting his legs collapse, where he landed cross-legged on the ground, moving his shoulder toward the kid as an offering to start. He was much taller than the Squirt, so he thought it would be better if they were near eye-level. "You better know what you're doing, kid," he then muttered, half to himself. That arm hurt enough--anything more would put him over the edge, and that was a place Azymth did NOT want to go right now. He'd probably scream or something.

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comments: beat ya by one word xD heh, Stephan's cruel. I love it <3[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[TygerShore]

Stephan stepped casually over to the boy, chewing on the gum, not caring that there was barely any taste left.

"Good. Now, get to work,"

Stephan looked at the boy's arm, wondering how he should snap it.

"You better know what you're doing, kid,"

"Uhuh" Stephan replied absentmindedly, as if he fixed broken arms all the time, and this was no biggie. Then Stephan reached forwards and grabbed the boy's arm in two places, with his grubby fingers. He grabbed the boy's arm quite hard, so that the boy would have a hard time yanking his arm away -- if he tried that with a broken arm, his arm might just pop off. Stephan giggled to himself, wondering what the boy would look like without one of his arms. This brought him back to a cartoon he had watched once. The character in the cartoon had fallen apart, his legs and arms hopping away from him. Stephan had been laughing like a maniac when he saw that, and his Mother had quickly turned off the television, telling him that it was going to fry his brain.

Right in the middle of another bout of giggles, Stephan wrenched the boy's arm in two seperate ways, putting all his might on twisting the arm. He didn't really care if it actually worked or not. His face contorted into a scowl as he dug his nails into the boy's skin. Yes, this was his island, but this boy in front of him was nearly a grown-up and it was all the fault of grown-ups that he wasn't with his parents and friends anymore. He knew that he would never see them again, but someone had to pay. Stephan vented all of his built-up-anger into twisting the arm, feeling as if he could twist it right off like in the cartoon. There were no cartoons on the island, but Stephan didn't care. This was real life.

A laugh erupted from Stephan's mouth as he finally let go of the other boy, and took a quick step back, not wanting the other boy to take a swing at him. His eyes flashed, the same look that a lion gives it's prey before taking it's breath. Stephan blew another bubble with his bubble gum and let it pop, admiring his handiwork. He no longer had the little boy look, now he had the cold look of someone who was about to set off a nuclear bomb, of someone who was about jump out of a dark alley and knife you, just for the fun of it.

"So, that make it better?"

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wc: 462
comments: sorry took so long to post...Stephan just got a whole lot crueller

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Pop!

The whole world seemed to stop as the kid grabbed Azmyth's arm, and twisted it in some strange way. All he could hear was the pop that his arm made, and feel the ripping pain that shook his entire body. He felt like his insides were going to implode, and that he'd die within seconds. Like his arm was dead--like it was going to need to be amputated. He thought he was going to be sick from the pain that he was feeling, and maybe it would be blood that he'd puke up. But that didn't matter, because pain was the only thing that was on Azmyth's mind.

It felt like the second that the arm had twisted, the Asian boy had died--and he was on his way to hell. Everything seemed black, completely black, and all that there was was pain. He couldn't even see his body--or what part of it the pain was coming from. Though, he then realized that since he was dead, he shouldn't be feeling any pain. So then he realized he was alive. But, if anything, this situation felt like a Kaleidescope Sharingan. The feeling of having 72 hours of agonizing pain tearing through your system, having your mentality practically destroyed--when it was really only happening in a minute.

When he felt like the experience was over, Azmyth fell over as his arm was freed. It lay limply at his side, and he panted like crazy--and his throat hurt, so he guessed he'd been screaming like a maniac. Or something. Though, he realized that the pain had lessened, and looked up at the kid with wide eyes.

"So, that make it better?" he was asked. All the 15-year-old could do was stare at the kid in shock. After about five minutes of dead silence, Azmyth muttered in an awestruck kind of tone, "... Yeah."

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comments: ick. short. oh well. Go Kaleidescope Sharingan~!

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