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Name; Hunter J. Cane
Location; Worther Beach
Power; Light Generation
Bars; Two Bars
Tags; Kyle
Affiliation; Student
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After a solid half hour of searching one might think that Hunter would give up, or at least conclude that Drew was no longer in the town, but if one thought this he'd be wrong. The boy was still searching high and low for the glorious Student leader. The thought absolutely sickened Hunter to the core to think that overly self-confident being was the leader of the darn place. Won't be that way for long, though. I'll make sure of that. He had now placed himself on top of the highest outlook over this miserable place known as Worther Beach where he could get a far better view of the landscape around him. The place was definitely flooded, though there were still a few streets unscathed by the great unfolding of events between the Townies and the Students. Surprisingly there were still about a dozen or so people still wading around in the shallower parts of the floods, no doubt trying to get what little things mattered most to them: movies, books, iPods, little sisters, and so on. He could bet not one of them returned to recover the food because how else were they going to survive? Oh... That's some pretty nice thinkin', Drew. Starve them out like the rodents they were. They'd all grow hungry and desperate and where's the only place they can call to for help? The Students. And that's where Drew could do whatever he pleased. First thing that should be on his list is deal with Mr. Deathhands once and for all. Once he's gone who are these Townies going to look up to? Oh. This is too good. A devious smile worked it's way along his lips. But with all of this accounted for just proved that if Hunter were to succeed in his future plans he could not afford to underestimate the leader of the Students.
Hunter fished out his binoculars and pulled them over his eyes. "Now lets have a look on what we've got here..." Unknowingly had he forgot to actually open the lenses, giving him only the vision of pitch black. Hunter glared at the mechanism. This certainly was not like his old set back home. This one was a lot more high-tech and complex, that duo never being exactly Hunter's strongest combination. And so after several moments of fiddling with the device he finally adjusted it to fit his needs. And there at the other end of town could he depict the bodies of the Townies grouped together and was immediately able to depict the one and only Adam Darko. What kind of emo last name is Darko anyways? Hunter thought, contemplating to himself. And there was the other twin, Vlad, the less dangerous of the two, and several other people. And then there was a guy being eaten by a man eating plant and then... "Wait a second. What?" Hunter refocused the lenses on to his last sights which was Townie being enveloped by vines and leaves. All Hunter could do was watch in astonishment as he completely disappeared. "Okay, Hunter. That's enough." The boy shook his head before letting out a shaky breath. Even though the Townies were partly shelterless now something told Hunter it would be a lot more challenging to bring them down still. He set the sights back on Adam who was getting in a van of sorts and was now driving away. "Where do you think you're going?" Hunter followed the van all the way until it abruptly stopped. There was no place in particular Hunter could think of that was important around there and he soon found disinterest in the Townie.
"This is so boring," Hunter found himself stepping down the decline towards the many houses that were in less severe conditions. It was no use. Drew evidently was no longer anywhere near Worther Beach, otherwise he'd probably have his butt on top of a building proclaiming himself king of the entire bubble and Hunter sincerely did not wish to walk right back up the road all the way to Coates like he'd done to get here. He was going to take a car. There were bound to be some that still functioned, considering the spoiled Townies were even smart enough, (which he hated to admit they were) to reserve these machines it would be an easy retreat back to the private school- if he could get a hold of one. But they were more than likely hidden, or flooded, due to their lack of trust in the Students. Yet there had to be backups somewhere and some random kid wandering the streets would be the solution to finding them. Hunter was now walking along the side of the buildings, making sure to keep his heavy boots somewhat muffled as they came down upon the concrete sidewalks. Better to be sneaky than to be chased around by some lunatic with a shotgun.Then suddenly, from out of nowhere a boy emerged from around the corner. Neither had any time to halt and avoid each other collision was inevitable. And so it was that Hunter found himself splayed on the ground, a boy with blonde hair, around the same age as him in a similar position. "Aw! Look what you did, you idiot! Ya' skinned my knee," Hunter shakily made his way to his feet, his entire leg feeling as if it had caught alight in fire. "You ought to watch where you're headed next time to avoid things like this." The boy knelt down and began to lightly rub over his searing knee, clearly unhappy with the events that had just unfolded. "Townie trash," he muttered under his breath as he took in the sight of the kid. His face definitely rung no bells Hunter could hear. Although there was an edge of slight familiarity that was swiftly overlooked by the teen. Then the perfect thought occurred in Hunter's bewitched brain. I just found myself a little key. The kid appeared small and scrawny enough that Hunter could easily overtake him with little struggle. The older boy definitely had a few pounds and height on him which the other there lacked of. That being said if this person had a bat or a chainsaw of sorts there would be an entirely new twist to the tale. Uknowingly had a deep red begun to cross his face in the middle of his rage. Just play it cool, Hunter. He didn't like this kid one bit, let alone adding in the suggested label of him being a Townie almost made the Student spit in disgust. "Who are you and why the heck do you have a jacket on in 90-degree weather?" Hunter couldn't help but let venom seep into his voice, along with it his eyes began to narrow. He seriously wandered why this Townie was wearing a jacket in such conditions. Hunter's impression on the boy was certainly not going up for the better. I'll just see what this boy got- which definitely ain't style.
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