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A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby continued to smile at the Baroness. He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by “swabbing”, but was happy enough to be chatting with her. He almost contemplated bringing up the previous challenge, but decided against it. This walk was supposed to make him forget about their loss.
“What do you think of the challenges so far?” he asked instead, looking up at his idolized peer.
“Boring, lad. They be so simple even an addlepate could do ‘em! I mean, look at that wench Ashley! Ye be somethin’ else if ye be doin’ worse than ‘er.” The Baroness spoke honestly, not afraid to loudly jab at who she currently considered her main rival in the competition. Although most people would not be so boisterous about their disdain for someone, The Baroness didn’t care. In fact, she would probably tell Ashley that to her face.
The girl paused momentarily, gasping slightly when she remembered something. “Oh, Lad, what be yer opinion on ‘em? Ain’t fair ta’ give me thoughts without asking ye own!”
Derby listened to the Baroness’ answer, admiring her take-no-shit attitude. He wondered to himself, if Ashley was as bad as she was made out to be, what the girl’s motivations were. That was what made a character compelling, right? Maybe if he got to know her better.. even if she didn’t like it. Though that was a venture for another time.
“Oh,” the boy said, surprised to be asked his own opinion. “Well, they’ve certainly been.. interesting,” he responded, for lack of a better word “They’re a bit abnormal for what I was expecting when I auditioned for the show, but it’s been quite the experience nonetheless.
The Baroness simply nodded in agreement when Derby commented on the absurdity of the current challenges. For a show called Total Drama, they weren’t the most dramatic things in the universe, even with the destruction of a multitude of buildings. “Aye lad; I be expectin’ more dramatic things than kissin’ or sleddin’.” The girl paused momentarily.
“Actually, that be a pretty average experience in me life, but that ain’t be what’s important; what is, is that me own right-hand ‘ands of cast-away buckos be able to pull through through current our future hardships!”
Derby nodded in agreement - kissing, cooking and sledding were pretty mundane things, the more he thought about it. The red challenge had been the more hectic so far. Would the show get more outrageous? He wasn't sure whether to hope so or hope not. He agreed with her second point too. He smiled, glad their team had managed to pick up the least internal so far.. Yet they'd lost two people. "It's weird.. I believe our team has accumulated the least total amount of internalized drama, but we've lost the most people." He frowned. Maybe something new should happen within the team..
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby felt a bit better knowing that he wasn’t the only one who’d gotten lost in this strange city. He paused a moment, thinking to himself that maybe the two of them could stay lost a little longer - if only to make Ry less bored and more happy. “Perhaps we could.. find you some targets.” Derby proposed, hoping to stay on Ry’s good side. Plus, it might be kind of cool to see someone shoot a gun.. especially considering it wasn’t at him.
Ry gestured with his gun down the street for Derby and uttered a curt, “Lead the way, Fanfiction.net; if you can find me a good enough shooting range, then maybe I won’t sic my pranking f—teammate on you.” It wasn’t really a threat on his part, because he wouldn’t have the time or energy to go out and find wherever that bastard was lurking just for him to attack Derby with some relentless pranks.
“Maybe I’ll even let you try to shoot the gun, if you’re not scared of a little violence…”
Derby was never one to lead on adventures - that’d always been his friend’s job - so he understandably felt a little unsure of this proposed expedition. On the other hand, he wasn’t really in the mood to be pranked, and maybe it would be fun to be the leader for once. It was all he wrote about anyway, valiant leaders saving the day. So despite his uncertainty, he decided to run with it. Not literally, of course; walking would do just fine.
“I’ll try my best,” Derby replied, seeming not to mind the nickname that had stuck from their earlier meetings. He started on his way down the abandoned street, before turning to talk to Ry while they walked. “So what do you like to do? Besides assigning nicknames and falling on people.”
As they walked down the road, Ry expected it to go on in an almost serene silence, but he quickly realized that was a misdirection on his part… Of course, he’d be the only one who enjoyed silence as opposed to talking, so when Derby asked him a question, he felt a vague sense of deja vu erupt through him; nobody had really casually talked to him in a long time… The only conversations he’d had were with a pranking ass and his teammates…and none of those encounters could be considered ‘casual.’
“Huh… Draw, paint, make sarcastic quips, and almost get killed by nearly everything and everyone on this show.” He told him, half of it serious. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve only done that twice in this damn city; one time on you and one time when I was at the abandoned theme park down the way…but…that was because I didn’t want to lose a dare I made while drunkenly hy–drunk…”
Derby took down mental notes about Ry’s interests, considering he didn’t have his notebook for once. He nodded as they continued to walk. “So you’re a sardonic artist,” he proposed with a small smile. “He sounds like he could be an interesting character,” the writer thought. Derby then paused, waiting for Ry to ask him a question in return. When that didn’t happen, he tried to keep their conversation going.
“What kind of art to you make? I mean, what’s your style like?”
Ry paused in thought, never truly taking into account what his art style was like. He’d never actually described it before, because nobody really asked about it in the first place. The only one who’d cared didn’t anymore…
Contemplating it further, he glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows knitting together. “It’s…rustic? No…morbid… It has a lot of darkness…or…blacks and grays…” The idea of describing his work left a sour taste in his mouth since he couldn’t seem to do it. When he’d described it when he was younger, he used to say unique; now he couldn’t even begin to comprehend how he’d even subject it to one work.
“Well, it’s like my personality: confusing, conflicting, depressing….macabre, as the coconut head of my team refers to it.”
“Hm,” was all Derby could say in response. It sounded interesting, to say the least, if not a bit abnormal. But abnormal certainly wasn’t a bad thing.
“Maybe I could see it some time..” he suggested, before deciding to maybe look at their surroundings and actually find something to shoot at. As they wandered on, Derby squinted into the sun as they approached what appeared to be an abandoned convenience store.
“Compressed air in chip bags might be fun to shoot,” he offered up as they got closer. The windows were covered in dust and dirt, and the boarded up doorway had already been broken into. Derby wondered how much stuff would be left.
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby continued to smile at the Baroness. He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by “swabbing”, but was happy enough to be chatting with her. He almost contemplated bringing up the previous challenge, but decided against it. This walk was supposed to make him forget about their loss.
“What do you think of the challenges so far?” he asked instead, looking up at his idolized peer.
“Boring, lad. They be so simple even an addlepate could do ‘em! I mean, look at that wench Ashley! Ye be somethin’ else if ye be doin’ worse than ‘er.” The Baroness spoke honestly, not afraid to loudly jab at who she currently considered her main rival in the competition. Although most people would not be so boisterous about their disdain for someone, The Baroness didn’t care. In fact, she would probably tell Ashley that to her face.
The girl paused momentarily, gasping slightly when she remembered something. “Oh, Lad, what be yer opinion on ‘em? Ain’t fair ta’ give me thoughts without asking ye own!”
Derby listened to the Baroness’ answer, admiring her take-no-shit attitude. He wondered to himself, if Ashley was as bad as she was made out to be, what the girl’s motivations were. That was what made a character compelling, right? Maybe if he got to know her better.. even if she didn’t like it. Though that was a venture for another time.
“Oh,” the boy said, surprised to be asked his own opinion. “Well, they’ve certainly been.. interesting,” he responded, for lack of a better word “They’re a bit abnormal for what I was expecting when I auditioned for the show, but it’s been quite the experience nonetheless.
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby smiled at The Baroness’s hatred of math, wondering if maybe one day they’d start a war on math together. That could be fun. When she explained why she was out, he nodded.
“I suppose so. Though I like to pass time in my room reading. It’s quite fun if you ask me.” Derby grinned proudly with a small chuckle. “I need to get out more, I think.”
The Baroness nodded slightly when Derby mentioned needing to get out more. Carefully, she took a moment to eye him over. “Aye lad; ye been needin’ too. Ye be lookin’ like a malnourished stick.” She sated rather bluntly, not meaning to be insulting but meaning to tell Derby she agreed with that statement.
Derby looked down at his torso. Did he really look like a stick? He certainly wasn’t strong, but he had always considered himself to be average. He looked back up at the Baroness. “That bad, huh?”
“Not bad,” The Baroness clarrified, placing her arms against her waist as she imitated a power pose. “Ye just be needin’ ta’ swab the decks n’ build some muscle! Can’t be havin’ a scurvy ridden, boneless crew!”
Derby smiled a bit. At least she was encouraging, and she probably hadn’t meant anything mean about his physique. And, let’s be real, she wasn’t wrong. “How do you stay fit?” Derby asked curiously, impressed by the Baroness’s build.
“Glad ye be askin’, lad.” The Pirate girl grinned, quickly flexing her arm to show off her point. “When ye be sailin’ ‘tha seven seas, ye be needin’ ‘ta do lots’a liftin’, swabbin’, in keepin’ yerself in shape!”
Derby continued to smile at the Baroness. He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by “swabbing”, but was happy enough to be chatting with her. He almost contemplated bringing up the previous challenge, but decided against it. This walk was supposed to make him forget about their loss.
“What do you think of the challenges so far?” he asked instead, looking up at his idolized peer.
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby felt a bit better knowing that he wasn’t the only one who’d gotten lost in this strange city. He paused a moment, thinking to himself that maybe the two of them could stay lost a little longer - if only to make Ry less bored and more happy. “Perhaps we could.. find you some targets.” Derby proposed, hoping to stay on Ry’s good side. Plus, it might be kind of cool to see someone shoot a gun.. especially considering it wasn’t at him.
Ry gestured with his gun down the street for Derby and uttered a curt, “Lead the way, Fanfiction.net; if you can find me a good enough shooting range, then maybe I won’t sic my pranking f—teammate on you.” It wasn’t really a threat on his part, because he wouldn’t have the time or energy to go out and find wherever that bastard was lurking just for him to attack Derby with some relentless pranks.
“Maybe I’ll even let you try to shoot the gun, if you’re not scared of a little violence…”
Derby was never one to lead on adventures - that’d always been his friend’s job - so he understandably felt a little unsure of this proposed expedition. On the other hand, he wasn’t really in the mood to be pranked, and maybe it would be fun to be the leader for once. It was all he wrote about anyway, valiant leaders saving the day. So despite his uncertainty, he decided to run with it. Not literally, of course; walking would do just fine.
“I’ll try my best,” Derby replied, seeming not to mind the nickname that had stuck from their earlier meetings. He started on his way down the abandoned street, before turning to talk to Ry while they walked. “So what do you like to do? Besides assigning nicknames and falling on people.”
As they walked down the road, Ry expected it to go on in an almost serene silence, but he quickly realized that was a misdirection on his part… Of course, he’d be the only one who enjoyed silence as opposed to talking, so when Derby asked him a question, he felt a vague sense of deja vu erupt through him; nobody had really casually talked to him in a long time… The only conversations he’d had were with a pranking ass and his teammates…and none of those encounters could be considered ‘casual.’
“Huh… Draw, paint, make sarcastic quips, and almost get killed by nearly everything and everyone on this show.” He told him, half of it serious. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve only done that twice in this damn city; one time on you and one time when I was at the abandoned theme park down the way…but…that was because I didn’t want to lose a dare I made while drunkenly hy–drunk…”
Derby took down mental notes about Ry’s interests, considering he didn’t have his notebook for once. He nodded as they continued to walk. “So you’re a sardonic artist,” he proposed with a small smile. “He sounds like he could be an interesting character,” the writer thought. Derby then paused, waiting for Ry to ask him a question in return. When that didn’t happen, he tried to keep their conversation going.
“What kind of art to you make? I mean, what’s your style like?”
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby felt a bit better knowing that he wasn’t the only one who’d gotten lost in this strange city. He paused a moment, thinking to himself that maybe the two of them could stay lost a little longer - if only to make Ry less bored and more happy. “Perhaps we could.. find you some targets.” Derby proposed, hoping to stay on Ry’s good side. Plus, it might be kind of cool to see someone shoot a gun.. especially considering it wasn’t at him.
Ry gestured with his gun down the street for Derby and uttered a curt, “Lead the way, Fanfiction.net; if you can find me a good enough shooting range, then maybe I won’t sic my pranking f—teammate on you.” It wasn’t really a threat on his part, because he wouldn’t have the time or energy to go out and find wherever that bastard was lurking just for him to attack Derby with some relentless pranks.
“Maybe I’ll even let you try to shoot the gun, if you’re not scared of a little violence…”
Derby was never one to lead on adventures - that'd always been his friend's job - so he understandably felt a little unsure of this proposed expedition. On the other hand, he wasn't really in the mood to be pranked, and maybe it would be fun to be the leader for once. It was all he wrote about anyway, valiant leaders saving the day. So despite his uncertainty, he decided to run with it. Not literally, of course; walking would do just fine.
"I'll try my best," Derby replied, seeming not to mind the nickname that had stuck from their earlier meetings. He started on his way down the abandoned street, before turning to talk to Ry while they walked. "So what do you like to do? Besides assigning nicknames and falling on people."
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby smiled at The Baroness’s hatred of math, wondering if maybe one day they’d start a war on math together. That could be fun. When she explained why she was out, he nodded.
“I suppose so. Though I like to pass time in my room reading. It’s quite fun if you ask me.” Derby grinned proudly with a small chuckle. “I need to get out more, I think.”
The Baroness nodded slightly when Derby mentioned needing to get out more. Carefully, she took a moment to eye him over. “Aye lad; ye been needin’ too. Ye be lookin’ like a malnourished stick.” She sated rather bluntly, not meaning to be insulting but meaning to tell Derby she agreed with that statement.
Derby looked down at his torso. Did he really look like a stick? He certainly wasn’t strong, but he had always considered himself to be average. He looked back up at the Baroness. “That bad, huh?”
“Not bad,” The Baroness clarrified, placing her arms against her waist as she imitated a power pose. “Ye just be needin’ ta’ swab the decks n’ build some muscle! Can’t be havin’ a scurvy ridden, boneless crew!”
Derby smiled a bit. At least she was encouraging, and she probably hadn't meant anything mean about his physique. And, let's be real, she wasn't wrong. "How do you stay fit?" Derby asked curiously, impressed by the Baroness's build.
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby smiled at The Baroness’s hatred of math, wondering if maybe one day they’d start a war on math together. That could be fun. When she explained why she was out, he nodded.
“I suppose so. Though I like to pass time in my room reading. It’s quite fun if you ask me.” Derby grinned proudly with a small chuckle. “I need to get out more, I think.”
The Baroness nodded slightly when Derby mentioned needing to get out more. Carefully, she took a moment to eye him over. “Aye lad; ye been needin’ too. Ye be lookin’ like a malnourished stick.” She sated rather bluntly, not meaning to be insulting but meaning to tell Derby she agreed with that statement.
Derby looked down at his torso. Did he really look like a stick? He certainly wasn't strong, but he had always considered himself to be average. He looked back up at the Baroness. "That bad, huh?"
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
“Death is just a part of life,” Ry had said. What a strange way of thinking; it wasn’t exactly pessimistic, but it certainly wasn’t an optimistic one.
“You make a good point,” Derby replied quietly “As long as you aren’t into killing people,” He tried not to be too concerned about Ry throwing knives at another contestant. “I suppose it’s not a bad way to pass the time…?”
“I’ve got more self-control,” he told him honestly; the fact that he thought of karma killing people was more mature to him than outright stabbing someone over petty things–like losing or whatever…
“Anyway, I want to shoot this gun, so take me somewhere, or I’ll put you down as a target.” It wasn’t nearly s effective of a threat now that he told Derby he wasn’t really interested in stabbing or shooting him, but he was bored as death during a baby’s birth.
Derby wasn’t really sure how threatened he should feel. Ry did just say he wasn’t looking to murder anyone, buuut he still had a gun in his hand.
“I.. have no idea where we are,” Derby admitted with a meek smile, “so I’m not sure I could bring you anywhere..”
Ry glanced around the area and realized that he had no idea where he’d gone either in this instant. Honestly, he’d been so caught up in just being away from everyone else, that he completely forgot to mark his path back.
Should he be ashamed that he made a stupid mistake? Yes. Was he in this instance? Fuck no.
“I didn’t think about it when I was walking here, so I guess I don’t know either…” He admitted with a shrug as if this didn’t bother him one bit. “I’ll just use fucking landmarks, or I’ll travel to that dilapidated building in the distance from the second challenge… It’s not hard to make our way back from there, but that only solves your damn issue.”
Derby felt a bit better knowing that he wasn't the only one who'd gotten lost in this strange city. He paused a moment, thinking to himself that maybe the two of them could stay lost a little longer - if only to make Ry less bored and more happy. "Perhaps we could.. find you some targets." Derby proposed, hoping to stay on Ry's good side. Plus, it might be kind of cool to see someone shoot a gun.. especially considering it wasn't at him.
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
“Death is just a part of life,” Ry had said. What a strange way of thinking; it wasn’t exactly pessimistic, but it certainly wasn’t an optimistic one.
“You make a good point,” Derby replied quietly “As long as you aren’t into killing people,” He tried not to be too concerned about Ry throwing knives at another contestant. “I suppose it’s not a bad way to pass the time…?”
“I’ve got more self-control,” he told him honestly; the fact that he thought of karma killing people was more mature to him than outright stabbing someone over petty things–like losing or whatever…
“Anyway, I want to shoot this gun, so take me somewhere, or I’ll put you down as a target.” It wasn’t nearly s effective of a threat now that he told Derby he wasn’t really interested in stabbing or shooting him, but he was bored as death during a baby’s birth.
Derby wasn’t really sure how threatened he should feel. Ry did just say he wasn’t looking to murder anyone, buuut he still had a gun in his hand.
“I.. have no idea where we are,” Derby admitted with a meek smile, “so I’m not sure I could bring you anywhere..”
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby’s eyes widened at the mention of a gun. “You found a gun? Why would anyone leave a gun lying around?!” And Ry wanted to shoot it?! Derby hoped he didn’t mean at a person. “And if he did, I hope he isn’t thinking me,” he thought.
Ry snorted and jumped down, pulling the gun from his pocket. Twirling it with his finger in the trigger guard, he calmly showed it to Derby. “It wasn’t just lying around; I had to take my idiotic teammate, Dennis, to a theater to retrieve it…” He’d say that night was fun if it weren’t for the fact he’d feel closer to people and risk getting himself hurt there.
To add on to the story, he continued, “I found it the first day we were dropped here in this fuck town underneath the front desk at a movie theater, but it turns out Chris had a fucking murderous robot waiting for me and Benny that day…and I dropped it to escape that fucking place…”
Derby half-listened to Ry’s story, while the other half of his focus was keeping an eye on the gun now spinning around Ry’s finger. “That’s.. an intense story,” Derby commented, uncertain of how true the story really was. It was fairly unlikely that Chris had rigged any of the rickety, old buildings.. wasn’t it? The more he thought about it, the more unsure of himself he became.
“Anyway, why did you.. keep it?” Derby asked, his left hand resting in his pocket.
“It’s not nearly as intense as it sounds,” Ry lied to himself, shooting it down instantly; it was something he did, after all, so it wasn’t anything worth being complimented. “Just me dealing with Dennis and Benny being idiots.”
When Derby asked why he kept it, Ry wanted to slap his forehead “I went back to get it; why would I get rid of it?”
“It sounds pretty intense..” Derby murmured, determined to write about an evil robot fighting the.. well, he hadn’t decided Ry’s part in his overall story so far. He needed to figure that out soon.
“I meant why did you go back for it?” Derby asked, realizing he must’ve sounded stupid by asking his original question.
“If you want to call it that, then fine, but I don’t see it that way…” He mumbled in response, stopping his gun spinning. “But honestly, the most intense thing that happened was that we almost were killed a few times; but death is just a part of life.”
Pausing, he wondered why Derby was so curious about him and his gun; maybe he thought he was murdering anyone who came into the city? Who knows… “Honestly, the whitest people on this show have had knives and little self-control with them… I mean, one of them is a fucking murderer, seen with proof of murder, and still walks the streets like it’s nothing, which is bad writing if this were a fake show; but…” He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head. “But I’m not into murdering people or stabbing, even if I throw knives at Dennis’s head from time-to-time; I just want to shoot things to avoid dying of boredom when I don’t feel like drawing.”
“Death is just a part of life,” Ry had said. What a strange way of thinking; it wasn’t exactly pessimistic, but it certainly wasn’t an optimistic one.
“You make a good point,” Derby replied quietly “As long as you aren’t into killing people,” He tried not to be too concerned about Ry throwing knives at another contestant. “I suppose it’s not a bad way to pass the time...?”
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby’s eyes widened at the mention of a gun. “You found a gun? Why would anyone leave a gun lying around?!” And Ry wanted to shoot it?! Derby hoped he didn’t mean at a person. “And if he did, I hope he isn’t thinking me,” he thought.
Ry snorted and jumped down, pulling the gun from his pocket. Twirling it with his finger in the trigger guard, he calmly showed it to Derby. “It wasn’t just lying around; I had to take my idiotic teammate, Dennis, to a theater to retrieve it…” He’d say that night was fun if it weren’t for the fact he’d feel closer to people and risk getting himself hurt there.
To add on to the story, he continued, “I found it the first day we were dropped here in this fuck town underneath the front desk at a movie theater, but it turns out Chris had a fucking murderous robot waiting for me and Benny that day…and I dropped it to escape that fucking place…”
Derby half-listened to Ry’s story, while the other half of his focus was keeping an eye on the gun now spinning around Ry’s finger. “That’s.. an intense story,” Derby commented, uncertain of how true the story really was. It was fairly unlikely that Chris had rigged any of the rickety, old buildings.. wasn’t it? The more he thought about it, the more unsure of himself he became.
“Anyway, why did you.. keep it?” Derby asked, his left hand resting in his pocket.
“It’s not nearly as intense as it sounds,” Ry lied to himself, shooting it down instantly; it was something he did, after all, so it wasn’t anything worth being complimented. “Just me dealing with Dennis and Benny being idiots.”
When Derby asked why he kept it, Ry wanted to slap his forehead “I went back to get it; why would I get rid of it?”
“It sounds pretty intense..” Derby murmured, determined to write about an evil robot fighting the.. well, he hadn’t decided Ry’s part in his overall story so far. He needed to figure that out soon.
“I meant why did you go back for it?” Derby asked, realizing he must’ve sounded stupid by asking his original question.
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
Derby’s eyes widened at the mention of a gun. “You found a gun? Why would anyone leave a gun lying around?!” And Ry wanted to shoot it?! Derby hoped he didn’t mean at a person. “And if he did, I hope he isn’t thinking me,” he thought.
Ry snorted and jumped down, pulling the gun from his pocket. Twirling it with his finger in the trigger guard, he calmly showed it to Derby. “It wasn’t just lying around; I had to take my idiotic teammate, Dennis, to a theater to retrieve it…” He’d say that night was fun if it weren’t for the fact he’d feel closer to people and risk getting himself hurt there.
To add on to the story, he continued, “I found it the first day we were dropped here in this fuck town underneath the front desk at a movie theater, but it turns out Chris had a fucking murderous robot waiting for me and Benny that day…and I dropped it to escape that fucking place…”
Derby half-listened to Ry’s story, while the other half of his focus was keeping an eye on the gun now spinning around Ry’s finger. “That’s.. an intense story,” Derby commented, uncertain of how true the story really was. It was fairly unlikely that Chris had rigged any of the rickety, old buildings.. wasn’t it? The more he thought about it, the more unsure of himself he became.
“Anyway, why did you.. keep it?” Derby asked, his left hand resting in his pocket.
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
After a loss and elimination ceremony like that, surely all of the Penguins were feeling down on the luck. Derby was no exception. While he ultimately was uncertain about how his vote would affect the future of their team, he knew this wasn’t something he could dwell on. There would be more losses to come, and the less he felt bad for them, the better off he’d be. He’d just have to cheer himself, and as he glanced out his window, glaring into the sun, he had just the idea.
The day was fairly warm as Derby explored the abandoned city they’d been dropped into. As he walked on, he admired the way the shadows cast by the buildings made them seem eerie yet beautiful. He’d have to bring his journal along next time and write about it. Derby quickly got lost in thought thinking about how great the scenery was, and in turn, got actually lost. When he realized he was in unfamiliar territory, he looked around nervously, and was lucky enough to spot another contestant. He started to approach them, hoping they would eventually wander back to the hotel together.
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The Baroness was still upset at the turn-out of the previous challenge. She was, however, more upset at herself than anything. It was her fault that their team had come in last; had she not suggested making lemon squares, then maybe, just maybe, they would have had a shot at winning this. And maybe then, one of her own wouldn’t had to have walked the metaphoric plank to elimination,
The pirate girl sighed as those thoughts entered her mind. She really shouldn’t let this bother her as much as they were. Yet she was; she couldn’t help but feel like a failure of a leader upon the realization that Selene was the one going home hit her like a sack of bricks.
However, that’s when she noticed a familiar face walking towards her; it was Derby. Quickly, she put on a smile, shortening the distance between them with a walk. “Ahoy there, me bucko!”
When the Baroness smiled at him, he smiled back widely, happy to be with someone he looked up to again. “Hello, Baroness,” Derby said, his thumbs resting in the pockets of his jeans. “How’re you today?” He could only imagine that she was feeling something similar to himself, but it didn’t hurt to ask anyway. Maybe she hadn’t taken it that hard, and was already ready for the next challenge.
She paused momentarily when Derby asked how she was doing. She knew he was going to ask that, but wasn’t necessarily prepared to answer him. “I be good lad,” She lied, a slight smile to her face as to not worry her team with her troubles. The last thing a pirate captain needs is for her crew to spend all her time worrying about the captain. “How ye be doin’? The bloody challenge was as rough as a choppy sea, was it not?”
See? She’d already moved past it, there was no sense in simmering in his guilt.
“I’m alright. And it was,” he replied, “but I suppose we were bound to lose eventually. I’m no math whiz, but I know odds when I see them. And they’ve got to be better for us now. What’s the likeliness of us losing twice in a row, anyway?” Derby barely pondered the question for a moment, before shaking his head. “I came out here to get away from that.” He looked up at the Baroness, before asking, “why are you out and about?”
“Math…” The Baroness hung up on, snarling slightly in disgust. “The Davy Jones Locker of edumacation everywhere.” She continued, her tone completely honest. The Baroness hated school in general, but math was a special enemy for her. When Derby asked her why she was out, she simply nodded her head along. “Be needin’ ta’ get out, lad. Can’t stay cooked up in yer cabin all day less ye be wishin’ ta’ perish from boredom.”
Derby smiled at The Baroness’s hatred of math, wondering if maybe one day they’d start a war on math together. That could be fun. When she explained why she was out, he nodded.
“I suppose so. Though I like to pass time in my room reading. It’s quite fun if you ask me.” Derby grinned proudly with a small chuckle. “I need to get out more, I think.”
A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP
After a loss and elimination ceremony like that, surely all of the Penguins were feeling down on the luck. Derby was no exception. While he ultimately was uncertain about how his vote would affect the future of their team, he knew this wasn’t something he could dwell on. There would be more losses to come, and the less he felt bad for them, the better off he’d be. He’d just have to cheer himself, and as he glanced out his window, glaring into the sun, he had just the idea.
The day was fairly warm as Derby explored the abandoned city they’d been dropped into. As he walked on, he admired the way the shadows cast by the buildings made them seem eerie yet beautiful. He’d have to bring his journal along next time and write about it. Derby quickly got lost in thought thinking about how great the scenery was, and in turn, got actually lost. When he realized he was in unfamiliar territory, he looked around nervously, and was lucky enough to spot another contestant. He started to approach them, hoping they would eventually wander back to the hotel together.
(Let’s liven up this blog a little, shall we?)
Finding peace had been so surreal after all the hubbub of the elimination and his sucky ass teammates’ idea of lemons; he really just wanted to get away from all of his teammates now… Whether it be Kiki and her lackluster leading today; Lavender and her obnoxious cries for help at every turn; or Dennis for his stupidity and forcing of Ry to babysit him during the entire challenge to avoid instant elimination. Whether Chris had meant that they would all be eliminated or one person would be didn’t concern Ry anymore; he just needed an escape.
Seated on the ledge of a dilapidated and almost-seeming-as-if-it’d-been-abandoned-long-before-the-city building, he stared down at the five foot drop below and groaned, his eyes trying to stay open with all the silent brooding he was doing for himself; the oddest thing was that he didn’t even have his sketchbook with him at this point to draw on…
He leaned back and stared up at the ceiling above him, counting every last wire that hung down above him like it was the night sky. That was when he heard the approaching footsteps of a contestant and almost squeezed his fingers into the concrete he was lying on. “If you’re a member of my team, get the fuck away from me right now.”
Derby looked around confusedly, wondering where the voice had come from. After looking around cluelessly, he finally looked in front of himself and saw a familiar person’s legs hanging down a few steps in front of him. He glanced back to where he could’ve sworn he saw another contestant, but found that they were gone. Not that he planned on avoiding Ry, no; it was just that their past run-ins had been a bit.. tense? Was that the word? Either way, he shrugged it off, hoping to get on the boy’s good side after remembering that Ry was also in an alliance with the Baroness, and just because he felt he needed more friends on this show. His team first loss after Alexandria made him realize how much he could value more of the contestants. And how intriguing each one was in they’re own way; it would be a shame not to get to know his subjects.
“It’s, uh, just Derby,” the boy replied, looking up at Ry (which would never happen if they were on even ground). “What’re you doing?”
Hearing the voice of the most sane member of the Penguins didn’t stir Ry to sit up and strike up a conversation one bit; he was here to get away–primarily from his team–and just relax for once; and it wouldn’t hurt to grab a few hours of rest before he went to bed, right? It was when the boy asked him what he was doing that made him realize that he wasn’t going to get out of this conversation easily, so…he decided that maybe it was time to actually do something…
Sitting up, he looked down toward the boy below him and thought up an answer. “Planning something,” he told him honestly, pulling his dangling legs up to cross them. “Found a gun earlier in this damn competition for top idiot and I want to shoot it…”
Derby’s eyes widened at the mention of a gun. “You found a gun? Why would anyone leave a gun lying around?!” And Ry wanted to shoot it?! Derby hoped he didn’t mean at a person. “And if he did, I hope he isn’t thinking me,” he thought.