Who? Malcolm Tucker & OPEN. Where? In the woods somewhere. When? Wednesday sometime. What? Jabberjays! Rating? High - language. Status Either a complete narrative or an ongoing open, depending on if anyone wants to join in.
Malcolm really didn't have any idea what he was meant to be doing, and he really didn't have any practical survival skills that he could offer the group. Still, he wasn't used to sitting around and doing nothing, it just left him frustrated and bored, and when he was frustrated and bored he was more likely to start pointless fights with people on the damn network, and he really could be doing without antagonising any more psychopaths with weapons. Especially considering what Grey had just told him- she was worried enough as it was, without him deliberately provoking people who really didn't need much encouragement.
So, in an attempt to stop himself- and actually, as much as he loathed to admit it, in an attempt to clear his head- he was exploring the area. Perhaps he would find something edible or something to start a fire, or perhaps he'd end up being stabbed by some panicked island resident or eaten by a weird animal. Going out in twos was probably more recommended, but he just couldn't deal with being around so many bloody people anymore.
It was barely noticeable at first, just a sort of sobbing, a whimper- a young girl. He stopped walking, and looked around, trying to locate the source. Maybe someone was lost. The sobbing continued, growing a little more panicked.
"Hello? Are you okay?" he called out, listening to the silence he got in return. But silence didn't last long at all. The sobs turned to screams, and Malcolm found himself practically spinning in circles as he tried to figure out where they were coming from- he knew those screams. But it couldn't be, he was just overly concerned, it was just the panic of the moment-
"Stop! Please, I don't know! I don't know anything, please!"
He instantly felt sick, suddenly frozen to the spot in horror. He had been right- it was his youngest daughter. Had she arrived without him knowing? What the hell was happening to her?
"Lucy?! Lucy?! Where are you?" he yelled, forcing his legs to move, nearly banging into trees as he tried to move toward the sound, not thinking any further ahead than finding her. She was crying, really crying, and he was no closer to finding her.
"Please, no- no, I don't- I don't know! Please, stop- I can't-"
Screaming, the kind that only came from physical agony. He could feel his heart pounding away in his chest, a horrible nausea washing over him. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't find her, he couldn't stop it. He was meant to look after her, and all he could do was listen to her screams.
"Fuckfuckfuck-" he grunted, punching at a tree just out of frustration. It was fucking painful and pointless, but he really didn't have space in his head to care.
"Help! Please, please- I don't know what you want! Please... please, stop..."
The last words cracked into more sobs, and Malcolm found himself slipping to the ground as his knees gave way. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."