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MurderWeasel
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MurderWeasel
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Joined: March 29th, 2010, 12:14 am

November 12th, 2012, 7:10 am #1

One Day Before
It was always patterns that did it.

Her whole life, Robin had been susceptible to illness, and it had often manifested itself in the form of fevers. The doctors had tried to explain them to her, but those attempts had always left her more confused than reassured. If it was natural, why was it so unpleasant? If her body was too hot, why did she feel so cold? If her system was just trying to kill the bad things in it, why did it have to be so hard on the good ones, too?

And, most of all, if it really was nothing more than a little excess heat, why did she see things?

Fever dreams and hallucinations had been a part of Robin's illness cycle for as long as she could remember. They didn't come up all the time—didn't even come up every time she had a fever—but they were a frequent enough occurrence that they no longer surprised her. Her parents told her that when she'd been younger, she would often experience sweeping and frightening scenes. They told her that she'd claimed there were waves on the floor, that they were all being pursued by rabbits, that the someone was laughing even though nobody was. She couldn't remember any of these things.

The earliest fever she could remember, Robin had been lying on the couch, bundled up in comforters, a glass of water up by her head. She had been very thirsty, her lips dry, her throat scratchy. Still, she'd been entirely unable to muster the energy to reach up and take the glass of water. She'd been stuck in this situation for what felt like hours, growing ever more frustrated with her own inability to move. She'd known with near-perfect clarity that she could pick up the glass. It would have represented a substantial output of energy compared to lying there, but it would have been easily worth it, because then she'd have been able to go back to lying flat without the discomfort of her progressively-escalating dehydration. What she'd lacked had simply been willpower. She'd been entirely unable to force herself to take that tiny little action, even knowing that it would mean a better situation for a substantial span of time.

She'd tried to distract herself by staring at the walls. Opposite the couch had been one part of her mother's collection of art pieces, an abstract painting in bright reds and yellows and oranges. The lines were organic, but there were instances of repetition. Robin had never really thought about the painting before, but as she looked at it she'd suddenly realized that it wasn't abstract at all. It was, in fact, a perfect depiction of a man being burned to death. As she'd watched, she'd seen the little details, the loving way in which the man's limbs had been rendered, the highlights where bone peeked through the skin and the dark bits where flesh had become charred. She'd started to shake, to cry. She hadn't been able to turn away, even as the flame started to flicker. Her thirst had seemed worse than ever, and she'd lain there and watched the horrible picture as it moved, as the man burned and burned but never seemed to get any smaller. She'd worried, had thought that if she took her eyes off the painting for a moment, something might change, and that hadn't made any sense because things had already been changing.

Her mother had found her crying. She had lifted the glass of water and had brought it over so Robin could drink. Elaine Pounds had held her daughter, and had listened as Robin babbled on and on, trying to explain what was so very wrong with the painting, the painting she had never paid any mind to before. Her mother's face had creased. She'd asked Robin if the painting still looked that way, and Robin had said yes, yes it was horrible, and could they maybe take it down, please? Her mother had obliged, and then she'd left the room and called the doctor and Robin had been examined on put on medicine.

A week later, she'd examined the painting again, and had discovered that it really was nothing more than lines and colors and shapes. She had tried to trace her logic, to follow the patterns that had suggested a man, but had found nothing. The painting had still held that emotional weight, though, and so she'd asked that it not be put back up, and her mother had agreed and had replaced it with something in cool colors, even though it had clashed a bit with the character of the room.

Now, in bed at night, having woken up for reasons she couldn't quite understand and then turned on the lights, Robin was once again having problems with patterns. She knew better than to focus, intellectually, but it didn't do her much good in the moment, when she was bored and tired and aching, and so she was looking at the wall and noticing how the little variations in the paint, the tiny bumps and dips, seemed almost to look like writing. She tried to read it, but it just wasn't distinct enough, and when she squinted the letters seemed to entirely change.

This was when she figured out that she was sick. It was the first real cold of the season. She'd known it would only be a matter of time, but had hoped that, perhaps, it could hold off just a little bit longer. She'd been doing a pretty good job of keeping up with her schoolwork, and she'd been enjoying spending time with her friends. Sometimes, Robin's friends ribbed her a bit, saying it must be nice to get time off as often as she did. She always laughed along with those comments, because she didn't want to bore anyone with exactly how far from fun being sick was for her. It didn't represent time to relax, at least not most of the time. Really, missing school just ensured days of discomfort and boredom followed by days of frustration upon her return to school, as she tried to figure out what she'd missed and catch up on homework and generally not fall behind.

Robin looked over at her clock. It was four in the morning. Sunrise was still a long ways away. She groaned.

For a while, Robin considered getting up. She didn't have anything to do if she got up. She was tired, but she didn't feel like sleeping. Instead, she took the glass of water off the table beside her bed and forced herself to drink it all the way down.

Water helped, most of the time, with regulating her temperature and keeping things from escalating. If she drank enough, sometimes she could even get back to normal by morning. The fevers were always worst for her at night. She knew she wouldn't be going to school no matter what, because she was probably pretty contagious, but she could at least hope to spend the day in slight comfort. Maybe she could avoid a trip to the doctor, too.

These days, Robin didn't go to see the doctor unless things were out of the ordinary. They'd long ago concluded that she just had a weak immune system. It wasn't anything too notable or dangerous, merely a constant inconvenience.

Finishing the water wasn't easy. Her throat was sore and a little constricted, and her nose was plugged. Still, when she finished, she found that she was still thirsty.

She reached over to the table again, and pulled a handful of tissues from the Kleenex box. Raising one to her nose, she blew, feeling her air passageway clear. It was a relief, but the tissue was full of yellow phlegm. She wadded it up, wrapped it in another tissue, and threw it into the trash, then blew her nose twice more with similar results, before there was nothing else to expel.

No, she most definitely would not be going to school today.

Robin sighed, forced herself out of bed, and tottered out of her room, down the hall, down the staircase, and to the kitchen. She could have just refilled her glass from the bathroom sink, but by the time she thought of that she was already halfway to the refrigerator, so she just soldiered on.

She refilled the glass from the filtered water in the fridge, drank it down and filled it again, then headed back to bed.

She did not sleep well, waking and finding herself thirsty again and shivering and overall getting very little rest.


Two and a half hours later, when it was time to get up for school, Robin was woken from the fitful doze she had finally fallen into by a knock on her door.

"Robin? It's time to get up."

It was her mother's voice. Robin had sort of forgotten that her family didn't already know her predicament.

"I'm sick, mom," she called. For a few moments, there was no response. Then, the door opened, and Elaine Pounds made her way to the bed.

She sat next to Robin and placed her hand on her daughter's head. After a few moments, she sighed.

"What are we going to do with you?" she said. Her voice didn't suggest any real irritation. This was practically a routine by now.

Robin gave a little smile, and her mother went out to fetch the thermometer. She returned, and Robin tucked it under her arm and waited for the three beeps. Looking at the results confirmed what she'd suspected: she did, indeed, have a fever, but it wasn't a very bad one.

"I'll call the school," he mother said, and then she left the room. Robin lay back in bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, trying to get comfortable. She fell back asleep a few minute later, and didn't get up until noon.

When she woke next, she simply went to the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a clean set of flannel pajamas, and went back to bed. She slept on and off, and she ate a little bit, mostly bread. She drank 7 Up. Even taking it easy, she could tell that this wasn't going to blow over in a day. She hoped she didn't have the flu, because whatever it was started creeping back up on her as night fell. Robin went to bed at eight o'clock, hoping that getting good rest might help her nip it in the bud, but she couldn't sleep.

Most nights, Robin turned music on before going to bed. The low level of background noise kept incidental sounds from the environment from waking her, and listening to music she liked was comforting on the occasions she had bad dreams. She'd learned years ago, though, to never ever listen to music while a fever was going. Yeah, songs helped her fight the boredom of being confined to her home, but only after the worst parts of an illness had passed.

With a fever, listening to music was just asking to have songs ruined forever y horrible associations. Robin had heard singers' voices morph into ungodly wails, or had found static hiss on recordings where none existed. No, she would have none of that, so she just closed her eyes and tried to let unconsciousness take her. Because she'd spent the bulk of the day sleeping, though, it didn't really work. She was exhausted, congested, sore, but sleep would not come.

Finally, around midnight, she managed to drift off, though she woke several more times with the chills.


Announcement Day
"Wake up."

Robin groaned. She didn't want to wake up. Her fever had come back with a vengeance overnight, and it was early. It was, in fact, the same time she usually had to get up for school. She didn't need to be up at six thirty.

"I'm sick, mom," she called back. Maybe her mother had somehow forgotten. Robin had been feeling a bit better during the day before, so maybe this was just a check-in.

"I know," her mother said. "You need to get up. It's Announcement Day."

That got Robin's attention. Somehow, she'd forgotten entirely that Announcement Day was coming up. She'd never paid too much attention to it during her years in school. It was just another event, where she had to turn up and stand in line while they were all uncomfortably reminded that everyone could be chosen to die at any moment. It had faded largely into the background, had become just another part of her yearly routine.

It was only now that it really made a big impression on her, and that impression was one of severe inconvenience. Not showing up to Announcement Day was a very big deal. At the very least, she'd be looking at serious academic consequences. There was the possibility of her getting thrown out of school, maybe even worse. She didn't actually know what would occur, but she did know that attending was mandatory, and nothing short of lying on death's doorstep would make it acceptable to skip out.

So, with a great sigh, Robin pulled herself out of bed. She felt like she was freezing. Her fever was clearly going again, but it still didn't seem insurmountably bad.

"Coming," she said.

"Alright," her mother said. "I'll excuse you from classes. You can just go to the assembly and then get some rest."

"Thanks," Robin said. She was only half paying attention to her mother's words by now, though. More important was getting ready.

Robin wasn't about to let being sick stop her from making a good impression. Image was important, especially to someone in her clique. When she was at home, she could laze around and be a bit sloppy, but that option went away the second she was set to spend time in public with peers. She was just glad her mom had gotten her up with enough time to get properly prepared.

It didn't take Robin too long to find what she wanted in her closet. She had quite the collection of clothes, but there were some things that worked better for situations such as these. First priority was something warm and bright. She had a couple coats that matched that description, but wearing them inside would be admitting that something was wrong. All her friends and classmates would know, of course, but Robin didn't like being seen when she was sick, and so she wanted to look like it was just another day at school.

That led her to her red sweater dress. It was comfortable, but it also looked fashionable. It looked normal enough. After that, it was just an exercise in matching.

From her closet, she made her way to the bathroom, showered, shaved her legs and armpits, toweled off, and got dressed. She put in earrings and applied makeup, checked her face in the mirror and fussed over it a bit, made sure she didn't look like a zombie. Her nose was a little red and rough around the nostrils, mostly because she'd been blowing it a few times an hour for the past day, but there wasn't anything she could do about that. Powder would just exacerbate her sneezing issue.

"You almost done in there?" her mother shouted.

"Yeah," Robin called. "Just a sec."

"Make sure you leave time for breakfast," her mother said.

Robin didn't want breakfast. She wasn't hungry at all, and her throat still hurt. She didn't say that, though. She knew her mother was right. She had to eat. She hadn't had much in the last day.

"Thanks," she said.

She did a final check of her face. Everything looked okay, and she had her compact in her purse in case anything needed touching up later. She left the bathroom and made her way down the hall and down the staircase, into the dining room.

It was a beautiful room, especially at this time of day. The largest windows faced east, and so the early morning sunlight came through them and lit everything up. There were light curtains which could be pulled to filter it if necessary, but today they were open, allowing Robin to look out on the world. The dining table had five chairs around it, one for each member of the family, though only four lived at home now. A plate of toast and eggs sat at Robin's place. A vase sat in the middle of the table, a small bouquet of roses in it. They were starting to look a little withered, but still added to the scene.

Robin had always loved eating with her family. Even now, being in the dining room made her feel comfortable and warm. She could remember laughing with her sisters and parents, sharing stories about their days and joking and eating.

She forced the toast and eggs down, even though they made her feel vaguely nauseous. Eating was never easy when she was sick. She had a cup of coffee, too, even though she usually didn't like coffee if it wasn't full of all kinds of sweets. She figured she'd need the energy today.

She mentally cursed her immune system for not holding out another two days. Being sick on Announcement Day was the biggest drag she could conceive of at the moment. She wasn't looking forward to getting blamed if half the school came down with whatever she had. They were all going to be in the same room, meaning everyone was going to be exposed to her germs.

Robin's mother turned up a few minutes after Robin had finished eating.

"You ready?" she asked.

"In just a sec," Robin said. She smiled, but she wasn't feeling very happy. She went to the closest restroom, pulled a handful of toilet paper loose, and blew her nose into it until no more phlegm came.

She wiped under her nose, then flushed the wad away.

"Ready," she shouted.

She met her mother in the garage. It was warm, thank goodness. The car—a nice American-made station wagon—was warm, too. With a little luck, Robin thought she might even be able to go the whole day without spending more than maybe five minutes outside.

The drive wasn't too long. The Pounds family lived fairly close to Patriot High School. All along the way, Robin leaned against the window, looking out at the sky and wishing that they'd just tell her she could go home.

Her mother talked to her as they drove, trying to cheer her up.

"At least there'll be something interesting to watch, right?" she said.

"Huh?" Robin kept her gaze trained outside.

"You know," her mother said. "You'll probably be home for a few days, so you can watch The Program."

Robin considered that.

"I don't think so," she said. She'd seen bits and pieces of The Program, but had never been too into it. It was just too violent. More than that, she wasn't really able to distance herself from the people who were fighting and dying. It was too easy to imagine them being her friends.

"Mm," her mother said. It occurred to Robin that she didn't really know if her mother watched it. If she did, it wasn't while anyone else was home, but she spent a lot of time around the house alone.

"I don't think it'd help me sleep, with the fever and all," Robin explained. At this, her mother nodded, seemingly convinced. Robin didn't pursue the topic further.

After a few minutes, the car pulled up in front of Patriot High School. Robin's mother leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on the shoulder.

"I'll wait right here, sweetie," she said. "I excused you from class, so you just have to go to the assembly. Then you can come straight back here, and we'll go home so you can go back to bed."

"Thanks, mom," Robin said.

She opened the door and stepped outside, wincing a little as the cool air hit her face. She definitely did not want to spend too much time in this weather. Just forcing herself out of bed was probably going to end up adding another day or two to the cycle of her sickness.

Robin slammed the door, waved goodbye to her mother, and made her way to the front doors of the school. She was there a little bit later than the other kids, because she wasn't going to class. The walkway leading to the front doors was very empty. There weren't many cars around, except in the student parking lot.

One odd thing caught Robin's eye, though: there was a bus outside. One of the other classes must have had a field trip planned for after the Announcement. Robin thought it in slightly poor taste, but the whole process was pretty much a joke anyways, so she couldn't disapprove too thoroughly. She wasn't one of the major patriots, more a casual one who was thoroughly bored by politics for the most part. The worst she had to say about the government was that mandatory service completely sucked. Robin didn't want to think about her friends and relatives being sent to fight, and, more than that, to risk dying. She would probably not be in too much personal risk, given how unsuited she was for combat, but that was a small comfort. She hated that things weren't like they used to be, with a volunteer army. More than that, she hated that the rest of the world needed to be so nasty and dangerous. She longed for the day when the United States finally completed its mission and pacified the terrorists and dissidents out there. Then, maybe everyone could live in peace again.

She tugged the doors of the school open, and then started walking towards the room where they always assembled for the Announcement. It turned out she was right on time, as a group of seniors came out of a classroom nearby and started making their way in the same direction. Robin fell in with them, especially when she caught sight of one of her friends in the group.

Hannah was a year older than Robin, but she wasn't very mature, so she felt like an equal. She was another one of the popular girls, and was often Robin's line into parties. Hannah wasn't too pretty—her face looked a bit squashed and she was maybe about fifteen pounds heavier than probably healthy—but she did a good job working around that, which Robin could respect a lot.

Robin quickened her pace so that she could tap her friend on the shoulder.

Hannah tensed a bit, startled, then turned.

"Oh," she said. "Why're you here?"

"I'm sick," Robin said. "I have to come in for this, though. What's happening?"

"Nothing," Hannah said. "Same shit as every year."

Robin laughed.

"I'm gonna make everyone sick," she said. "I have the plague. They're gonna have to quarantine Pittsburgh."

Hannah laughed too. Robin was feeling a little bit better, now. Talking to friends always raised her spirits. She had a better time when she was with friends, and since this was just a brief stop, she didn't have to worry about burning through too much of her energy. The caffeine from breakfast was buoying her mood, and the Announcement seemed more like something mildly humorous than totally obnoxious now.

She lined up with everyone else, standing right on the edge between the junior class and the senior class. She forced herself to keep a straight face when The General came on. As much as she wasn't a huge fan of The Program, the lead up struck her as a bit pompous and overblown.

And then he called their school, and all the fun was sucked straight out of the room.

Robin looked around, and she knew, for the first time in her life, that she'd never see some of the faces around her again.

Then The General said it would be the junior class, and the terror truly began. Now, it wasn't that Robin might lose friends. Now she was on the chopping block, her own life on the line. She was happy for Hannah and her other friends in the senior class, but at the same time, she worried. What would it be like if she wasn't called? How would the classrooms feel when they were missing kids?

With each name that was called, Robin felt a little more hope sneak into her mind. The odds of her being selected dropped each time some other poor kid was doomed to death. She didn't want them to die, but she wanted to die even less, and so she silently celebrated with every name.

And then she really was called.

It didn't sink in at first. It couldn't be right.

They'd called her, though. Robin Pounds. That was her name, and it had been called for The Program.

She didn't start crying or anything, like a few of the kids did. She didn't scream. She turned, and she gave Hannah a wave, and she filed out of the room. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't even really register the gunshots.

As they herded her into the bus, the bus that made so much more sense now, Robin glanced around desperately, trying to catch sight of the car. She couldn't see it, though. Her mother must have moved it a little further away, to a better parking spot.

All Robin wanted to do was say goodbye. It looked like she wasn't going to have the chance, though. Nobody came back from The Program. Even the kids who won, they just vanished.

Robin wanted to go back in time, to enjoy things a little more. She wanted to take a few more minutes in the shower, to chew her toast a little more slowly, to just have a few more seconds being safe and happy and comfortable.

Too bad.

The bus pulled away, and she thought she saw her mother's car and she tried to wave, but she couldn't tell if she was noticed or not, couldn't even tell if it was the right car.


The Program, Forty-Third Edition: Day One
((Enter Robin Pounds))

The worst thing about the place where they were going to have to kill each other was the cold. Robin had not woken up quickly. The gas had hit her especially hard, and she'd barely shaken off her stupor enough to listen through the introductory speech. The second gassing had been even worse, leaving her blinking and groggy. The collar against her neck was metal, and it felt like it was sucking the warmth from her body.

She'd maintained enough poise to care about fashion for approximately ten minutes. Then she'd decided that it didn't matter who thought she looked like a dork, it beat freezing to death. She'd pulled the provided jacket on over her sweater dress. It wasn't a very comfortable jacket, but it at least kept her a bit warmer. Her legs were freezing, though. This was not a good time to be in lace tights.

At least she hadn't worn heels.

Robin had awoken way up near the top of a path, and was now waiting at one of the turns just a little below the top. The place she'd found was fairly flat and level, unlike the rest of the track. That was what had drawn her to it. She'd seen two figures make their way down the path earlier on, and it had looked like treacherous going indeed. Robin wasn't feeling anywhere near brave enough to follow their lead, at least not in anything more than small increments.

Her assigned weapon was long gone. Robin had opened her pack, found the stress ball, and pitched it off the side of the path. She'd watched it roll away, picking up momentum and kicking up small trails of dust and scree. It had been a valuable lesson on just how bad falling would be.

Her nose was clogged. She didn't have any of her personal belongings, which meant she was reduced to plugging one of her nostrils and just trying to blow the snot onto the ground. She'd already gotten one minor smear on her jacket.

She could tell that her fever was coming back. While it had been muted by a day's rest to a dull burn, it was now in an environment far more conducive to its growth. The chill crept up her legs, into her ears, down her throat. It felt like she was freezing from the inside out, too.

Robin pulled herself as far back as she could, pressing herself against the slope furthest from the drop. She took her duffel bag off her shoulder and dug through it, searching for something she might have missed, something that could help her. She didn't want to die, and she didn't want her last days to be nothing but agony.

All she could find was a few bottles of water.

It was enough. It was something.

Robin drank one of her bottles entirely in a few long gulps. It didn't do much, but it at least alleviated the scratching in her throat a bit.

She decided that she'd stay here for a while. It wasn't like anything else would make her any less doomed.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
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The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
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November 15th, 2012, 2:02 am #2

F18- Tori Gavlik: START

Tori was still in shock from Announcement Day and wasn't too happy with her weapon drawing. The only reason she hadn't chucked the stupid thing off the mountain she woke up on was because wearing it sort of calmed her down. It felt like a costume, and she could easily imagine herself playing dress up with her cousins. The most important thing on her agenda was to find her friends, and coming to them a sniveling mess wasn't going to help them. Especially if they're sniveling messes themselves.

She had managed to precariously scale her way halfway around the mountain (the least they could've done was have her wake up on the ground) when she happened across another girl. Robin Whats-her-face, popular girl who tended to pick on girls like Tori. As in minorities.

Tori froze. The realization that her ethnicity could be her downfall hit her like a bullet train. Dylan Walker was out there, so was Lenny and Brian and other racist kids. Those kids were practically raised to hate people like Tori, and she shuddered at the thought of Dylan murdering her.

Well, there was no way avoiding her. She wasn't going to go around the whole damn mountain again, and she wasn't that cruel. Might as well try. Maybe there could be an alliance.

"Hey," Tori called out to the other girl, inching towards her as slowly as possible. "How are ya?"
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v2
F18: Tori Gavlik is DEAD and armed with a pilgrim hat, 2 blades and a lighter >> "Don't assume everybody's going to forgive you for that. People aren't nice, especially in this game."
Current: Forever dreaming in To The Clouds

v2.5
F03: Danielle Baumgartner is ALIVE and armed with a personalized dog tag, and a SIG Sauer P226
Current: Mourning in Tomb of the Forgotten

F06: Frankie Matsui is ALIVE and armed with an Uzi submachine gun
Current: Unsure of herself in Shit's Fucked and waxing in Yellow Wood

~*~

M02: Matthew Davis is tired.
F23: Clover Dubose is laughing.
M29: Paxton Dombrowski is sleeping.

v3
Aarush Ganguly is ALIVE

Helen Klepacki is ALIVE
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Season 2
BB1 (Bronze Bears 1): Tucker Hopkins is DEAD and unarmed >> It's not like I would've made it after the game was over...
Current: Getting it over with in Going Forward

EW2 (Ebony Whales 2): Leah Bissard is DEAD and armed with a Zastava M70AB2 >> Run.
Current: Feeling regret in Gravity
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v2
G26: Bridgette Sommerfeld is DEAD and armed with a ballistic knife >> "This...is from my last fight."
Current: Cut short in Cursed are the ones who can't abide.
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Demi Olajuwon, Jr. >> Touching down
Princesa Maria Flores >> Fa la la
Wilbur Thomas "Witt" McClain >> Deo vindice
Leilani Taylor >> Oh the times, they are a'changin'
Taehyun Seo >> Defying you
Anna Mae Love >> Looking for love
Diosdado Shapiro >> A pirate's life for me
Iris Hadley >> Up in flames
Georgia Salcedo >> The pen is mightier
Jesse Drew
Dane Delrose
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F18: Tori Gavlik by Violent-Medic
Sprited Tori by Mimi
Tucker in costume by diseasedBear (with hat)
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November 16th, 2012, 2:33 am #3

Robin's throat was still burning a little in the aftermath of her rapid quaffing of the water. Rehydration made it a little easier to think clearly, although that was not necessarily a good thing, given the circumstances. Robin didn't really want to consider her own impending death at particularly great length. It was, after all, certain that she would die. The winners vanished. In America, Robin was pretty sure it was never a good thing for someone to vanish. She wasn't even entirely sure that the winners lived past the end of The Program; maybe they just took whoever was left, thanked them for their loyalty, and then shot them in the head.

That would almost be a mercy though, wouldn't it? To survive in this situation meant to do terrible things, to lose oneself completely. For those incredibly fortunate few it didn't mean that for, the ones who got through by luck and saw little violence personally, it still meant losing people, hearing of friends dying and knowing that nobody would ever think of them the same way again. That was just as awful, maybe. Robin knew that she would never just be Robin Pounds again. To strangers who saw her on TV, she'd be that sick girl. To people she'd known, she'd be Robin-who-got-taken-by-The-Program. She'd be an uncomfortable subject of conversation, even if her time and death were relatively quick and painless. She couldn't imagine her mother or father or sisters ever thinking of her again without it being painful for them, and that hurt her more even than the thought of getting killed.

And then, of course, there was the cold. It was still there, and however sheltered her location was, she still felt the bite of the wind—or was it just a breeze? It was hard to say how much of her perception of chill was based on reality and how much was her body misleading her, sending the wrong signals. She touched her hand to her forehead, and it felt warm. After a few seconds, she dropped her hand back to her lap. There was no way to know how bad things were. She wished she had her underarm thermometer with her. It'd have at least given her an idea as to where she stood.

She was startled from her contemplation by a voice calling out. Robin turned, taking a look at the newcomer. Tori Gavlik. Some kind of minority kid. Robin had never really bothered to figure out the intricacies of the girl's ethnicity; it was enough that she was obviously fair game. Now, here, maybe Tori was coming to kill her. Robin didn't want to die like that. She didn't trust the newcomer.

At the same time, she was in no state to flee or to fight back if Tori was armed, so socialization was really the best defense here.

"I'm not doing so great," Robin said. She rubbed her nose. Seeing a bit of mucous glistening on the back of her hand, she grimaced a bit. So much for any sort of dignity.

"How're you?" she asked, normal conversation techniques taking hold. She hoped maybe Tori would be too interested in replying to notice as she wiped the back of her hand on the ground.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
[+] Spoiler
The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

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November 16th, 2012, 9:06 pm #4

Tori studied Robin as the girl sniffled out her reply. Robin seemed to be in a somewhat fair condition (Tori noticed that she had a slight fever), unarmed and didn't seem to be hostile. The Russian smiled and tried to envision a potential alliance between them. Robin and Tori, trekking through the valley, taking names and kicking ass! That last part probably wasn't going to be true, because Tori couldn't stomach killing somebody and Robin seemed to weak to fight. Tori chose her next words carefully, and tried not to sound hostile.

"I'm fine myself. So, hey, um, just wondering, what weapon did you get assigned? I've put mine to good use," Tori motioned to the pilgrim hat atop her head. "and I'm on my way to go find my friends. Sadly, you seem to be blocking the way, so could you, er, move?"

"Hey!" Tori exclaimed, cutting off whatever (if any) response Robin made. "Here's an idea: alliance? Or at least truce? Okay, so maybe we can form a truce and hike down the mountain, and you can skedaddle away if you want. If you don't, we can partner up and find my friends, and maybe yours too."

Tori then realized that some of Robin's friends might be willing to kill minorities like her, and instantly regretted that last part. This stupid 'game', as the government called it, was getting to Tori's head, and she tried not to lose her cool as she sputtered out the last part.

"So, are you in, or are you not?" Tori asked her, reaching out for Robin's hand. It would've been easy to just shove Robin off the cliff and be done with her, but what would Louisa and Maxim think? Would they think I'm a killer and shoot me when they get the chance? Would they be so shocked that they're sitting ducks? Tori didn't know, and didn't want to know. She preferred to focus on the present, thank you very much.
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v2
F18: Tori Gavlik is DEAD and armed with a pilgrim hat, 2 blades and a lighter >> "Don't assume everybody's going to forgive you for that. People aren't nice, especially in this game."
Current: Forever dreaming in To The Clouds

v2.5
F03: Danielle Baumgartner is ALIVE and armed with a personalized dog tag, and a SIG Sauer P226
Current: Mourning in Tomb of the Forgotten

F06: Frankie Matsui is ALIVE and armed with an Uzi submachine gun
Current: Unsure of herself in Shit's Fucked and waxing in Yellow Wood

~*~

M02: Matthew Davis is tired.
F23: Clover Dubose is laughing.
M29: Paxton Dombrowski is sleeping.

v3
Aarush Ganguly is ALIVE

Helen Klepacki is ALIVE
[+] Spoiler
Season 2
BB1 (Bronze Bears 1): Tucker Hopkins is DEAD and unarmed >> It's not like I would've made it after the game was over...
Current: Getting it over with in Going Forward

EW2 (Ebony Whales 2): Leah Bissard is DEAD and armed with a Zastava M70AB2 >> Run.
Current: Feeling regret in Gravity
[+] Spoiler
v2
G26: Bridgette Sommerfeld is DEAD and armed with a ballistic knife >> "This...is from my last fight."
Current: Cut short in Cursed are the ones who can't abide.
[+] Spoiler
Demi Olajuwon, Jr. >> Touching down
Princesa Maria Flores >> Fa la la
Wilbur Thomas "Witt" McClain >> Deo vindice
Leilani Taylor >> Oh the times, they are a'changin'
Taehyun Seo >> Defying you
Anna Mae Love >> Looking for love
Diosdado Shapiro >> A pirate's life for me
Iris Hadley >> Up in flames
Georgia Salcedo >> The pen is mightier
Jesse Drew
Dane Delrose
[+] Spoiler
F18: Tori Gavlik by Violent-Medic
Sprited Tori by Mimi
Tucker in costume by diseasedBear (with hat)
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November 17th, 2012, 6:54 am #5

Tori unleashed a stream of babbling. Robin wasn't really feeling up to tracking it all, and certainly didn't trust the girl yet. The only thing about Tori's ranting that made her feel better was when the girl revealed that the pilgrim hat she was wearing was her assigned weapon. At the same time, that got Robin wondering. What if they'd all been given stupid things? On the one hand, that would be a relief, because nobody would be able to just gun her down without a thought. On the other hand, they were still in The Program, and so everyone but one person had to die. A lack of weapons would just force everyone to be a lot more creative and brutal in their violence.

Robin was starting to feel nervous about not having anything to defend herself with. She resolved to pick up a suitable rock or stick at the first opportunity. It wouldn't be a lot, but right now she'd be reduced to flailing and clawing if she wanted to keep anyone at bay. At least Tori was similarly unarmed; if the girl wanted to hurt Robin, she'd probably have to get close and shove her off the ledge, and Robin was pretty sure she'd be able to grab hold and bring Tori along if she tried that.

And then, of course, there was Tori's proposal. The girl seemed pretty intent on it. Robin wasn't blocking the way too badly. There was plenty of room for Tori to slide by, given that they were at a turn in the path. That was, after all, why Robin had chosen the location to sit. That meant that Tori was probably just trying to coax her into standing up and agreeing to come along. Why, though? What made her an attractive ally? She was sick, and she wasn't somebody Tori had any reason to get along with or trust.

"We can have a truce," Robin said, ignoring all of the other girl's earlier questions. The idea of a truce seemed fair enough. She didn't want to fight Tori, and she didn't want Tori to attack her, so she was basically getting things she wanted and giving up nothing. A decision that easy to make was a promising start, at least.

"I'm not sure beyond that," Robin continued. "I'm not sure I want to hike down. What's down there that's better than here?"

Down below, there would be more people. There might be fighting and killing. Robin was content to just wait. It was cold up here, yes, but if she hugged her legs she could pretend she was warm. Her nose was running, but if nobody saw it, it didn't matter. Most of her friends hadn't been taken, and if some had, she was happier not knowing about how they'd meet their ends. All in all, Robin wasn't seeing a whole lot to be gained by moving.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
[+] Spoiler
The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
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November 17th, 2012, 8:07 pm #6

As much as she hated to admit it, Robin had a point. There were possibly dangerous murderers out there, and who knows what would happen to girls like Robin and Tori? She suspected somewhere, right now, That Adams bastard is probably betting on who'd die first: the girl with the fever or the Ruskie. Chances are it's the fever girl, but Tori isn't safe either.

"So what? Are you just going to sit here like a rock and wait for your collar to blow?" Tori responded, trying to sound calm. "What if another guy comes along, and they're not so friendly? It's as dangerous up here as it is down there," Tori motioned towards the expanse of trees below them. "But hey, let's be nice and civil here. Once you're driven out of here, come find me. My door is always open. The truce is still on."

Tori squeezed past Robin and continued down the path. The Russian turned around and got one last glimpse of Robin. She smiled and waved as she walked off, into the hotbed of hell called the Alpine Valley.

(Tori Gavlik continued in Inventory Check)
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v2
F18: Tori Gavlik is DEAD and armed with a pilgrim hat, 2 blades and a lighter >> "Don't assume everybody's going to forgive you for that. People aren't nice, especially in this game."
Current: Forever dreaming in To The Clouds

v2.5
F03: Danielle Baumgartner is ALIVE and armed with a personalized dog tag, and a SIG Sauer P226
Current: Mourning in Tomb of the Forgotten

F06: Frankie Matsui is ALIVE and armed with an Uzi submachine gun
Current: Unsure of herself in Shit's Fucked and waxing in Yellow Wood

~*~

M02: Matthew Davis is tired.
F23: Clover Dubose is laughing.
M29: Paxton Dombrowski is sleeping.

v3
Aarush Ganguly is ALIVE

Helen Klepacki is ALIVE
[+] Spoiler
Season 2
BB1 (Bronze Bears 1): Tucker Hopkins is DEAD and unarmed >> It's not like I would've made it after the game was over...
Current: Getting it over with in Going Forward

EW2 (Ebony Whales 2): Leah Bissard is DEAD and armed with a Zastava M70AB2 >> Run.
Current: Feeling regret in Gravity
[+] Spoiler
v2
G26: Bridgette Sommerfeld is DEAD and armed with a ballistic knife >> "This...is from my last fight."
Current: Cut short in Cursed are the ones who can't abide.
[+] Spoiler
Demi Olajuwon, Jr. >> Touching down
Princesa Maria Flores >> Fa la la
Wilbur Thomas "Witt" McClain >> Deo vindice
Leilani Taylor >> Oh the times, they are a'changin'
Taehyun Seo >> Defying you
Anna Mae Love >> Looking for love
Diosdado Shapiro >> A pirate's life for me
Iris Hadley >> Up in flames
Georgia Salcedo >> The pen is mightier
Jesse Drew
Dane Delrose
[+] Spoiler
F18: Tori Gavlik by Violent-Medic
Sprited Tori by Mimi
Tucker in costume by diseasedBear (with hat)
Open to constructive criticism!
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November 20th, 2012, 11:07 pm #7

Tori seemed to become irritated at the prospect of staying out of the way. Robin couldn't understand that. How would moving on be helpful in any way? Up here, at least, she could know if people were coming. If two places were equally dangerous, what was the point of expending a lot of energy to switch between them?

True, the man had told them that they wouldn't be able to stay in one place forever. Robin figured she'd eventually be forced to move, but she didn't feel like leaving now just to avoid having to leave later. For all Tori knew, she'd get kicked out of wherever she was heading long before Robin had to abandon her little perch.

Robin wasn't so sure about tracking Tori down again. A truce meant they wouldn't kill each other, but that was all. Robin didn't even necessarily trust Tori to stick to it. The girl seemed a bit inconsistent and illogical, and she wasn't someone who'd be a good ally as far as impressing others went. It was probably for the best that they went their separate ways. Robin certainly did not intend to chase after the girl. No, she was content to just stay here, at the little spot she'd found.

At least, she was content to stay still until another burst of wind chilled her once more. Robin shivered, squeezing her eyes against the draft. This was no good. It was freezing up here. She didn't think she could make it down in one burst, but she decided it wouldn't hurt to make a little progress. After all, she would eventually have to move, and it wouldn't be good to have to run down the precarious path. Robin hoisted herself up, feeling the chills run up and down her whole body. It was not a good time to be wearing lace tights. She shivered a little, but still pushed herself onward, taking slow steps, being sure not to fall.

Robin made it perhaps a few hundred feet down the path. Even that was draining, and so, when she came across another bend with a decently large flat area, she sat down again on top of her bag, and tried to pretend it was getting warmer.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
[+] Spoiler
The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
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November 25th, 2012, 3:56 am #8

((Shawn Bowe-Crooke continued from Tears of the Hopeless.))

Fucking Becky. Stupid bitch. If I see her again I'm going to send a self-adressed fist to her face!

Shawn had been walking for some time, at a slower pace than normal due to his injury. He had stumbled out of the forest a while ago, and had walked until he found himself at a small mountain trail winding upwards, hugging the mountain as it looped around. He stood there, at the foot of the trail, wondering whether or not to head up there.

After deliberating for a while, he stepped forward, and then again, and before he knew it, he has hiking up the trail. Shawn liked to think he was decent enough in shape to handle something like this, but it still took some effort, as he climbed slowly and deliberately. The trail became steep in some areas, and quite often he would hear the trail behind him as parts of it crumbled away.

It wasn't long before he saw a figure in the distance, huddled against a bend in the trail.

"Hey," he shouted. "Hello? Are you okay?"
EVERYTHING I TOUCH DIES!!!

Second Chances V2:
Clair Belvedere - Box of Condoms - Hanging back in Earth Sky From Venus
Christopher Schwartz - Macuahuitl - Catching his breath in I Jumped Out and I Pranked Him to Death with a Tire Iron
[+] Spoiler
SOTF-TV V2:
Valerie Fitzroy - Winchester Model 1897 "Trench Gun" - Victimized by fate in Septette For The Dead Princess.
Christopher Schwartz - Pony Pogo Stick - Almost made the cut in Kill Your Heroes.

The Program V2:
Nancy Morris - Cheese Grater - Finally alive in Opt Out.
Shawn Bowe-Crooke - Ship in a Bottle - Failed in Earthen Spirit.

Second Chances:
Augustus "Dougal" MacDougal - Tomahawk - Lying down in All Along the Watchtower.
Karl Chalmers - Remington 870 - Didn't make it in The Twilight of Our Youth.

Virtua-SOTF:
Clair Belvedere - Tin of Cat Food - Taking a well-deserved rest in Into The Earth.
Vivian Cathwell - Tomahawk - Didn't see it coming in It's not like its for real or anything, right?
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November 25th, 2012, 5:15 am #9

Robin was shivering again. She'd been still for some time, and now it was difficult for her to even think of getting up and moving. She knew she could, but her motivation was gone. Her activity was limited to looking around every so often, checking to make sure nobody was creeping up on her. It was lonely, up here, but she didn't mind. She'd always preferred being alone while sick. Looking pathetic around friends wasn't any good.

Robin's nose was stuffed up again, badly. It was mostly the left nostril. She leaned over, plugged her right nostril, and blew, expelling a strand of yellow mucous onto the ground. It was absolutely disgusting. She wished she had tissues or something. Even a handful of leaves would be better than nothing. She edged away from the snot a bit, then pulled her knees up and hugged them to her chest. Her legs were chilly, but at least when she huddled up her jacket and dress could lend her some warmth.

A few minutes later, somebody shouted. Robin looked up. She'd lost track of herself. How long had it been since she'd looked around? He didn't sound like he wanted to kill her, though, so she didn't let herself worry too much. He was still too far away to make out clearly, though his voice definitely sounded familiar.

"Hey," she called. She tried to be loud, but her voice was weak and quiet. She raised a hand to wave, hoping that that conveyed that she was fine. She wasn't sure he'd be able to hear her from this distance, and she didn't plan to ruin her voice more by trying to shout.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
[+] Spoiler
The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
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November 25th, 2012, 6:53 am #10

It had seemed that the figure had noticed him, judging by the hand that he saw go up. They were huddled up against the wall, covered under a coat. Shawn had been so distracted by everything that had happened that he didn't even register until now how cold it was. Taking off his bag, he unzipped it and scrounged around.

His hand gripped fabric, and he pulled it out.

Aha, so they gave everyone coats.

Quickly, he put it on, before making his way over. Now that he'd gotten closer, he could identify the figure as one Robin Pounds. Robin wasn't exactly a friend to Shawn; They'd greeted each other once or twice in the halls. She was fairly popular, though, from what he could recall. Seemed like a nice enough person.

He noticed she was shivering. Looking at the ground, he noticed a stain.

"Everything good? You look a little sick."
EVERYTHING I TOUCH DIES!!!

Second Chances V2:
Clair Belvedere - Box of Condoms - Hanging back in Earth Sky From Venus
Christopher Schwartz - Macuahuitl - Catching his breath in I Jumped Out and I Pranked Him to Death with a Tire Iron
[+] Spoiler
SOTF-TV V2:
Valerie Fitzroy - Winchester Model 1897 "Trench Gun" - Victimized by fate in Septette For The Dead Princess.
Christopher Schwartz - Pony Pogo Stick - Almost made the cut in Kill Your Heroes.

The Program V2:
Nancy Morris - Cheese Grater - Finally alive in Opt Out.
Shawn Bowe-Crooke - Ship in a Bottle - Failed in Earthen Spirit.

Second Chances:
Augustus "Dougal" MacDougal - Tomahawk - Lying down in All Along the Watchtower.
Karl Chalmers - Remington 870 - Didn't make it in The Twilight of Our Youth.

Virtua-SOTF:
Clair Belvedere - Tin of Cat Food - Taking a well-deserved rest in Into The Earth.
Vivian Cathwell - Tomahawk - Didn't see it coming in It's not like its for real or anything, right?
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Joined: March 29th, 2010, 12:14 am

November 26th, 2012, 12:49 am #11

"I am sick," Robin said, glancing up. It was Shawn Bowe-Crooke, not a close friend or anything, but a face she knew. He was nice enough, but he liked to cozy up to the same people she and her friends made fun of. Still, Robin figured that if Tori could let bygones be bygones, Shawn likely could as well. He wasn't someone she could really picture going crazy and killing.

Robin rolled her shoulders, loosening them and trying to work the tension out. The movement got the chills going again. She wished there was a bed somewhere. It wouldn't be so bad, if she could just crawl into a mountain of blankets and comforters. Then at least she could die warm.

"I'm sick and I'm in The Program," Robin clarified. "I'm not doing very well."

She looked up at Shawn again, meeting his eyes, holding back an urge to sniffle. She was going to try to be as normal as she could, even with what was going on. She wasn't sure what he wanted, or where he was going, but for however long their paths converged, she could at least hold herself together.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
[+] Spoiler
The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
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November 26th, 2012, 5:48 am #12

"Damn... I'm sorry. That's gotta suck."

Shawn didn't really know why he was apologizing, but he felt like he had to say something. It must have been hard to be up here, in the cold, in the best of circumstances. But with an illness? Shawn supposed it couldn't really get worse than that.

Shawn hated getting sick. Well, it's not like anyone enjoys getting sick, except perhaps those whosee it as a perfect excuse to skip school, but Shawn hated it especially. This might have been due to the fact that, throughout his life, Shawn had never really been sick all that often. When a malady did strike, it was an even more striking contrast to his daily lifestyle, so he hated it all the more.

Shawn then offered a proposition.

"You, uh... you want some help? If you want I can help you find some shelter, so you're not freezing alone up here."

Shawn wasn't completely sure what had possessed him to say that. Maybe it was the fact that he felt obligated to help anyone weaker than him, which at the moment, included the sick Robin.
EVERYTHING I TOUCH DIES!!!

Second Chances V2:
Clair Belvedere - Box of Condoms - Hanging back in Earth Sky From Venus
Christopher Schwartz - Macuahuitl - Catching his breath in I Jumped Out and I Pranked Him to Death with a Tire Iron
[+] Spoiler
SOTF-TV V2:
Valerie Fitzroy - Winchester Model 1897 "Trench Gun" - Victimized by fate in Septette For The Dead Princess.
Christopher Schwartz - Pony Pogo Stick - Almost made the cut in Kill Your Heroes.

The Program V2:
Nancy Morris - Cheese Grater - Finally alive in Opt Out.
Shawn Bowe-Crooke - Ship in a Bottle - Failed in Earthen Spirit.

Second Chances:
Augustus "Dougal" MacDougal - Tomahawk - Lying down in All Along the Watchtower.
Karl Chalmers - Remington 870 - Didn't make it in The Twilight of Our Youth.

Virtua-SOTF:
Clair Belvedere - Tin of Cat Food - Taking a well-deserved rest in Into The Earth.
Vivian Cathwell - Tomahawk - Didn't see it coming in It's not like its for real or anything, right?
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November 28th, 2012, 3:16 am #13

Robin considered Shawn's words. She still wasn't too sure about leaving here. He wasn't much more trustworthy than Tori, and he could easily be leading her into an ambush. The fact was, however, he could probably do just as much damage right here, without bothering with any kind of trap. His manner was a lot less aggressive, too, so she felt a bit more inclined to trust him.

She wasn't too far from the bottom, really, and shelter did sound nice. She wasn't so sure about company for too long, but Shawn could stay with her at least for a little bit. She didn't mind per se. He could even make for a bit of pleasant company, as long as he didn't give her too much grief about being ill. It seemed a little bit silly to try to cling to dignity now. The whole country knew she was sick. Why try to hide it from a few classmates?

"Yeah," Robin said. "Okay. That would be nice. Thanks."

She levered herself into a squat, being sure to keep her legs appropriately together. Forgoing dignity didn't mean abandoning modesty, after all. From there, she pulled herself upright, shivering again. With her body in a less curled-up position, the chills were coming on strong again, and she didn't really feel like she wanted to go anywhere. He energy was low, but the breeze told her things wouldn't get any better if she stayed up here.

"I'm probably not gonna be very fast," she added, a little apologetically.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
[+] Spoiler
The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
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December 5th, 2012, 2:50 am #14

It looked like Robin was at least willing to trust him, for the time being. That was good. Shawn really didn't want to be in this game alone, and any alliance he could form would benefit him. Besides, it felt good to do something to protect. Maybe... if he could find someone to protect to the end... He wouldn't be scared to die.

What a morbid thought...

Robin stood, and apologized in advance for being slow.

"Hey, it's alright. I'll walk behind you. You know, keep your pace."
EVERYTHING I TOUCH DIES!!!

Second Chances V2:
Clair Belvedere - Box of Condoms - Hanging back in Earth Sky From Venus
Christopher Schwartz - Macuahuitl - Catching his breath in I Jumped Out and I Pranked Him to Death with a Tire Iron
[+] Spoiler
SOTF-TV V2:
Valerie Fitzroy - Winchester Model 1897 "Trench Gun" - Victimized by fate in Septette For The Dead Princess.
Christopher Schwartz - Pony Pogo Stick - Almost made the cut in Kill Your Heroes.

The Program V2:
Nancy Morris - Cheese Grater - Finally alive in Opt Out.
Shawn Bowe-Crooke - Ship in a Bottle - Failed in Earthen Spirit.

Second Chances:
Augustus "Dougal" MacDougal - Tomahawk - Lying down in All Along the Watchtower.
Karl Chalmers - Remington 870 - Didn't make it in The Twilight of Our Youth.

Virtua-SOTF:
Clair Belvedere - Tin of Cat Food - Taking a well-deserved rest in Into The Earth.
Vivian Cathwell - Tomahawk - Didn't see it coming in It's not like its for real or anything, right?
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December 7th, 2012, 5:44 am #15

"Thanks," Robin said again. She appreciated Shawn offering to stay behind her. It meant he wouldn't run off and leave her in the dust, and it also meant she would be able to set the pace, accounting for any rests she might need. Slowly, a little unsteadily, Robin got moving. She took small steps, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground most of the time. The trail was rough and loose, and Robin's boots didn't have the greatest traction. She kept near the wall. It was a long way down, and she was a little bit nervous walking this path.

She didn't say much to Shawn. Her throat was a bit sore, and her legs were chilled again. She just wanted to snuggle up somewhere safe and warm, but that wasn't an option, and even if they found somewhere more sheltered, she'd just be prolonging her own inevitable death a little more. It was all putting her into a rather foul mood. It wasn't fair or right.

Robin let her left boot scuff along the ground a bit, dislodging some gravel. Her pace had picked up a little, spurred mostly by her own distraction. It was easier to forget the cold when she was musing, easier to let go of how her nose was running. They were approaching another corner, a little turn that obscured the lower part of the path from view. Robin thought they were still pretty high up, but hopefully past the halfway point now.

She just wanted to get off this mountain, to find somewhere warm. Even if it was no more than a small comfort, she would take what she could get.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."
[+] Spoiler
The Program V1:
M06: Karl Chalmers - American Flag - The Mess Hall - DECEASED
F09: Nichole "Nikki" Campbell - 6 Pack of Beer (0/6) - Open Ground - DECEASED

The Program V2:
M08: Alexander Bonham - Steel Folding Chair - The Pine Stands - DECEASED
F20: Robin Pounds - Stress Ball - Mountain Track - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V1:
PRP3: Karen Ruiz - Glock 17 (0/17 +1 bullet), WASP Knife, Swordcane - Over and out - ELIMINATED - "I don't find pointless death funny."
W02: Renée Carlson - Straight Razor - The Resort Beach - DECEASED

SOTF-TV V2:
SS4: Austin White - Gold Retractable Spyglass - The World Oyster - DECEASED

Second Chances V1:
G16: Nicole Husher (thanks to TBH!) - Colt Single Action Army - The Makeshift Hospital - DECEASED

Second Chances V2:
B12: Richard Ormsby - x4 Flashbang Grenades - The Ravine - DECEASED
B22: William Lohman - Winchester Model 1897 - The Ravine - DECEASED

BR AU:
B15: Shuya Nanahara - No Weapon - The School Building - DECEASED
B20: Kyoichi Motobuchi - Bulletproof Vest - Tourist Association - DECEASED
G01: Mizuho Inada - Grenades (0/2) - Clinic - DECEASED

SOTF Evolution:
Subject C01: Samantha Reynolds - Facial Morphing - The Cove - ELIMINATED

VIRTUA SOTF:
M11: Richard Ormsby - Cowbell - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
M22: William Lohman - Hockey Stick - The Corssroads Bridge - GAME OVER
If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
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