Damned if You Do, Damned if You Don't

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November 9th, 2012, 6:36 am #1

Announcement Day.

Felicia hated it with all her being. Dreaded it, even. Even though she looked up as many things she could about politics, she still didn't understand why they had to send people her age to die. Logical reasons. It was all very vague.

And horrible. Horrible was a good word too.

In short, Announcement Day was not at all fun or something to laugh about for Felicia.

As the students shuffled into the auditorium, she felt that familiar feeling of dread. It was unlikely, but there was also the chance that her class would be picked. Even if she wasn't picked out for it, what about her classmates? Her friends? The chances were low, but they were there. And even if her class wasn't picked, she'd have to deal with the knowledge that another school, another class, another group of students were suffering.

It wasn't fair. But Felicia didn't know what she'd do.

A bit after everyone had seated, the Announcements began.

Same old.

The General appeared on screen.

He picked a school.

"The school for the forty-third version of the Program is Patriot's High of Milwaukee, Wisconsin."

...

Felicia couldn't believe it. She just couldn't.

Junior class.

Various names were called out. People she went to school with, people she knew, sometimes even people she was friendly with. And then he called out one name that broke Felicia.

"Felicia LaChapelle".



It took a while for her to stop feeling so... dead inside.






In a corner of the cabin was Felicia LaChapelle. There were many things you could say about her. If you were the kind of person to not be nice about people like her, you could describe her as one of these terms: slutty, promiscuous, unpatriotic, frog, much too sympathetic to those minorities, and blonde. If you were the kind of like people like her in modern day America, though, you could describe her as intelligent, flirty, athletic, somewhat kind, and blonde.

Which terms her classmates liked to use for her didn't matter any more, however.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

If she tried to play, she'd be turning against her classmates and there was a good chance of her dying. If she didn't, people would attack her and she'd still have a chance of dying anyways.

Her knees were pulled to her chest. Felicia just finished crying. She was stuck here, and forced to do whatever they wanted. To make matters worse, they murdered a bunch of her classmates already. Obviously, some people were pissed, and-

Just like that.

Felicia had thought of killing herself as she mulled over what had happened the second she woke up. There was a collar around her neck, an explosive one. She thought of tearing it off or simply detailing every little thing wrong with... everything to convince them to let it detonate.


It was the first time in her life that she had seriously considered suicide. It scared her.


Felicia's legs relaxed, her knees no longer pulled to her chest. Her face had been streaked with her eyeshadow, having cried and rubbed her face enough that it had inadvertently been messed up in the process.

She didn't want to get up.

Did she?

Felicia felt herself stand up, still dazed. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do now. Anything she did do didn't matter, right? She was screwed, either way, and so was her friends.

Her eyes landed on her bag.

That was hers, right?

Felicia reached down and grabbed it by the handle, looking around. There was a table in the room she was in. She guessed this was the dining area. She gently placed the bag onto the table.

Okay, admittedly curiosity had gotten the better of-

"Aunnnnnnnnnn."

... Did that come from her bag?

It sounded like it was saying something else, but it was muffled.

Felicia quickly unzipped the bag, pushing everything aside. The jacket, the MRE, the first aid kit, she simply pushed aside, in search of the-

"Wee hee hee! Ah ha ha ha HA!"

Furby.

Felicia picked it up with shaking hands. That was seriously what this was. Unless it was some sort of military weapon that only looked like a Furby. Nope, most likely just a normal Furby. Pink, old fashioned Furby. Seriously, was this some kind of joke?

To be honest, it did bring back good memories, though. Felicia had one of these when she was younger. It used to annoy the heck out of Brandon. But she liked it, in part because it annoyed him so much (they were siblings. It was practically their job to annoy each other). She didn't remember what happened to it, but nothing bad couldn't have happened to it; it was probably still at home somewhere, maybe in the garage.

Funny thing was, they banned these from government agencies and places like that for a while. It was believed that since they could "learn English" that they were able to somehow record, so they reacted in response. Of course, it was just the programming letting them speak more English the more you played with them, but really.

For some reason, she couldn't feel entirely bad about getting a Furby. At least, not right now.
Kami's Sidestories
Charlotte "Charlie" Pemberton- Female Student #??- "Um, hey... I know a lot about meat. How much do you want to cook yours?"

They will come back. They always do. We have a place for them.
Felicia LaChapelle (SC)- Female Student #022- Attempting first-aid to the soundtrack of an Eminem song.
Miranda Millers (SC)- Female Student #024- Pranking people not quite to death with a tire iron
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Kami Steele/"Beatrix Kiddo"/"Hit Girl" (Program)- Female Student #02- At least she tried.
Sidney Rice (TV)- Yellow Team 3- BANHAMMERED!
Simon Leroy (Virtua)- Male Student #20- Had it coming.
Sidney Rice (SC)- Female Student #03- PERMABANNED!
Carol Burke (SC)- Female Student #04- Oops.
Felicia LaChapelle (Program)- Female Student #03- NOPE.
Kaede "Katie" Tanaka (Virtua)- Female Student #4- Died like a true cowgirl.
Nina Riddhi (TV2)- Honey Badger #1- Time ran out.
Bella Bianchi (TV2)- Cobalt Jellyfish #1- Had her last performance.
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November 9th, 2012, 7:42 am #2

It was time.

Bailey was serenely calm. She had confidence. After all, the chances of Patriot High being chosen was so little. If luck was on her side, and it should be, she fancied her chances of being safe for another year.

Oh how wrong she was.

With each announcement, Bailey grew more and more tense. She unconsciously picked up her cards and began shuffling them, chewing her lip as the school and year was announced. It was hers. She closed her eyes and prayed, continuing to shuffle her cards as she hoped that her name wouldn't be called.

It came.

Once it was announced, Bailey didn't put up a fight. She saw no reason to. Fighting would only mean death. She stood up, slipping the cards into her satchel and putting on an act of confidence. She had to look confident. She was Bailey after all. Nothing should faze her. She let them take her away.

- - - - -

((F10 - Bailey Williams: Start))

Bailey woke up. A part of her wanted to cry. She should cry. She was going to die. She was really going to die. There was no way to escape that inevitable truth and it haunted Bailey to the bone. However, she couldn't let that happen. Bailey couldn't show weakness, especially in the Program. Doing so would be the equivalent of death. Bailey was not planning on dying anytime soon. She was going to survive or die trying. In retrospect, she probably would die though, but she shook those thoughts from her mind.

She saw she still had her satchel and in said satchel, everything was still there. Once she confirmed that, she let out a sigh of relief and felt inside the bag, briefly stroking the cards just to make sure that they were still there. Luckily, they were there and this sent a wave of calmness through her. As long as she had those, she could do anything.

It was then that she became aware of something around her neck. Confused, Bailey used her fingers to lightly stroke the collar, the cool metal leaving a little dust on her fingers. She looked at the dust on her fingers, blowing on them so that the dust flew away and dispersed in front of her. It reaffirmed for her the fact that she was in the Program. This wasn't just a dream, this was cold hard reality.

After a moment to adjust to her surroundings, she finally noticed the bag that was laid a little in front of her. Not really wanting to stand up, she crawled towards it and opened it. She investigated the insides of the bag, trying to find a semblance of a weapon to defend herself. Luckily for her, fate seemed to be on her side as she found a small gun and a collection of bullets located inside. Picking it up, Bailey realized it was tiny, barely fitting into her hands. She delicately held it, weighing it in her hands before wrapping her fingers delicately around the handle of the gun.

Standing up, she realized she was right next to a door into a cabin. Apparently, they left her slouched against the cabin wall in the middle of nowhere. Not really having a clue what to do, Bailey entered the cabin, her thinking that it would be better to be inside than outside at the current moment.

Once inside, she heard laughing coming from the corner of the cabin. Almost immediately, Bailey quickly turned and aimed the gun at the corner, feeling tense due to the game that they were in. She had to keep her wits about her. It was then she realized she had turned her gun on Felicia who was holding a... Furby.

They gave her a Furby. Bailey didn't know whether to laugh or be disgusted. It was a sick joke and how they expected her to defend herself with that thing, Bailey had no clue. She felt a little sorry for her in fact. Even though she felt that way though, she didn't lower her gun. Not yet.

"Do you come in peace Felicia?" Bailey asked her apprehensively, her arms shaking a little as she held the gun. She tried to keep hr composure and look calm, but that was failing. While she put up a valiant effort, it was hard to keep her composure, especially in this scenario.
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November 9th, 2012, 8:26 am #3

A beat after she had pulled the Furby out of the bag, she heard footsteps.

And suddenly, Bailey Williams had appeared with a gun.

The Furby's laughter had seemed to startle her. Felicia could tell by how the gun was now pointed at her. She almost dropped the toy in her own fear.

Okay, this was awkward in the most horrible sort of way. No, it wasn't awkward. It was... terrifying. Bailey had a gun. She could easy shoot her right then and there, and... well, Felicia, as much as she didn't want to be here, and as much as she considered doing herself in earlier, didn't want to be shot to death. That would be a horrible way to go.

Felicia remembered Bailey. She didn't think she knew her that well, but she remembered that Bailey had a thing for cards. She looked her up and down. Bailey also wasn't dressed too well, given the circumstances. If she did anything bad, she could probably outrun her in that outfit.

She hesitated. What could she say here? Honestly? What could she say that would prevent Bailey from shooting her?

"Yes", she managed to breathe out.

Just at that moment, the Furby chose to start singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Felicia raised it to her chest.

"As you can see... I can't do much anyways."

That came out a little more bitter than she intended. She just hoped Bailey didn't... yeah.
Kami's Sidestories
Charlotte "Charlie" Pemberton- Female Student #??- "Um, hey... I know a lot about meat. How much do you want to cook yours?"

They will come back. They always do. We have a place for them.
Felicia LaChapelle (SC)- Female Student #022- Attempting first-aid to the soundtrack of an Eminem song.
Miranda Millers (SC)- Female Student #024- Pranking people not quite to death with a tire iron
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Holly Chapman (Evolution)- Subject C09- Died strong.
Kami Steele/"Beatrix Kiddo"/"Hit Girl" (Program)- Female Student #02- At least she tried.
Sidney Rice (TV)- Yellow Team 3- BANHAMMERED!
Simon Leroy (Virtua)- Male Student #20- Had it coming.
Sidney Rice (SC)- Female Student #03- PERMABANNED!
Carol Burke (SC)- Female Student #04- Oops.
Felicia LaChapelle (Program)- Female Student #03- NOPE.
Kaede "Katie" Tanaka (Virtua)- Female Student #4- Died like a true cowgirl.
Nina Riddhi (TV2)- Honey Badger #1- Time ran out.
Bella Bianchi (TV2)- Cobalt Jellyfish #1- Had her last performance.
wrote: Bake We'll just ask Elena to add a new area into the compound. "Siobhan's Cleavage" - The spaciously large cleavage of an overweight, promiscuous cheerleader who wants to go to Beauty School. THREADS ALLOWED: 8

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November 9th, 2012, 8:51 am #4

When the words of affirmation left Felicia's lips, Bailey let out a sigh of relief and put down her gun, slipping it into her satchel. She pushed the hair out of her eyes and moved towards her, heels clopping against the hardwood floor of the cabin.

She was starting to realize that wearing these heels and this dress was going to be a real pain in the ass. Right now, her feet were starting to ache a little from the heels, prompting her to slip them off, popping them into the bag given to her once she was next to Felicia.

"Sorry about the startle there. I didn't want to get caught unawares. It could cost me my life." Bailey said apologetically to Felicia, sliding against the wall and onto the floor, organizing her dress as she did so. At least Felicia wasn't going to kill her. Even if she wanted to, she had nothing to use against her.

Taking out her cards, Bailey began to shuffle them, the act helping her keep her mind off things. Since she had her art stuff with her, she could probably spend some time drawing a picture or something. Anything to help her keep her mind off the inevitable truth of the game and the lives that were going to be lost. It was even worse with the knowledge that it was going to her school friends that she was going to fight against. The thought of them turning into killers scared Bailey. She couldn't imagine it happening. Not now.

"I guess fate has been cruel to us all. I never saw this coming. I don't think any of us did. Yet, here we are now." Bailey commented to Felicia as she continued to shuffle her cards. The reassurance that Felicia wasn't going to kill her made Bailey comfortable in talking to her. She had a nasty reputation at school, but a part of her didn't want to believe it. She didn't seem like the type in any case.

"You want to play a card game?" Bailey offered as she turned to Felicia and tried to give her a reassuring grin. She stopped shuffling her cards and extended them in one hand, trying to be friendly with her. "It'll help keep your mind off the game for now. Calm you down before it gets too intense. You look like you need a break."

While she seemed to be fine, Bailey was freaking out inside. How could she not? Yet, Bailey had to be strong. She couldn't let the game bring her down. She had to face it head on and hold her head up high. That was why she wasn't crying. She had to accept it. After all, it was what fate had planned for her.
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F10: Bailey Williams - "Don't you fucking move." - Status: DEAD
Weapon: Philadelphia Derringer
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Memories - o
Pregame - o
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Saachi Nidal - Confident, Aggressive and Regal
Weapon - Meat Cleaver
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November 9th, 2012, 7:50 pm #5

Bailey sighed and put down her gun.

Yes, just startled. Felicia let out her own sigh of relief, noticing her heart had skipped a beat. Really, it's not like she would have wanted to be shot full of bullets. Now that she thought of it, the last sounds she would have heard, aside from the gunshots and her own cry of pain, would be the Furby saying something or another. Which would have been downright ridiculous.

"It's... it's fine", she said.

Felicia watched as Bailey removed her shoes. Man, she was really unfortunate, was she? It made Felicia think about the shoes she was wearing. Maybe a tiny bit better, but not perfect. How bad it would be depended on how bad it turned out to be outside. She was only vaguely aware once she had woken up, but it would take going outside to get a more clear idea.

Bailey went on to think aloud about how fate had been cruel to them. Which was pretty much the case. They were unlucky to be picked. They were unlucky to be in America, in this time period, to begin with as well. Sad thing was, Felicia wasn't sure what things would be like if they were... different.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Bailey fiddling with her cards and asking if she wanted to play. Felicia could only give a sad smile at this, in spite of everything. From what she understood of Bailey, this was normal. It was, at least, a resemblance of consistency, of knowing that people were still acting like, well, themselves.

"I'd... love to", she said.

Her eyes landed on her still-open bag. Felicia played the Furby down, causing it to make a surprised "Wooooah!" as she moved it.

"I could clear off the table if you want?" she asked, gently picking up the bag's strap.
Kami's Sidestories
Charlotte "Charlie" Pemberton- Female Student #??- "Um, hey... I know a lot about meat. How much do you want to cook yours?"

They will come back. They always do. We have a place for them.
Felicia LaChapelle (SC)- Female Student #022- Attempting first-aid to the soundtrack of an Eminem song.
Miranda Millers (SC)- Female Student #024- Pranking people not quite to death with a tire iron
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Holly Chapman (Evolution)- Subject C09- Died strong.
Kami Steele/"Beatrix Kiddo"/"Hit Girl" (Program)- Female Student #02- At least she tried.
Sidney Rice (TV)- Yellow Team 3- BANHAMMERED!
Simon Leroy (Virtua)- Male Student #20- Had it coming.
Sidney Rice (SC)- Female Student #03- PERMABANNED!
Carol Burke (SC)- Female Student #04- Oops.
Felicia LaChapelle (Program)- Female Student #03- NOPE.
Kaede "Katie" Tanaka (Virtua)- Female Student #4- Died like a true cowgirl.
Nina Riddhi (TV2)- Honey Badger #1- Time ran out.
Bella Bianchi (TV2)- Cobalt Jellyfish #1- Had her last performance.
wrote: Bake We'll just ask Elena to add a new area into the compound. "Siobhan's Cleavage" - The spaciously large cleavage of an overweight, promiscuous cheerleader who wants to go to Beauty School. THREADS ALLOWED: 8

12:40 Slamexo She [Sidney] sells trollin' and trollin' accessories

02:41 Medic Why does the world hate my racist jackass--wait that speaks for itself.
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November 10th, 2012, 3:15 am #6

Bailey smiled warmly when Felicia agreed to her offer to play cards. It was nice to see her not completely change due to the nature of the game. If Bailey was determined to do anything, she wanted to stay as who she was from the beginning till the end. She wasn't going to let the game change her. She was going into and leaving this game as Bailey Williams. No one else.

"Why do we need to move? This floor will suffice and after all, I've just gotten comfortable." Bailey lightly joked as she started to shuffle her cards again. It may be odd for her to be joking around like this, but she wanted to retain some semblance of normality. In order to retain her true self, she continued to play her games and she continued to laugh and joke. Bailey believed if she could do this, she would beat the game. She would beat the Program.

"How does Go Fish sound to you?" Bailey asked from the ground as she dealt 5 cards to Felicia and then 5 cards to herself. Laying the pack on the floor, Bailey looked at her cards, trying her best to keep her face natural and calm in order to give nothing away. She found it good practice for real life and indeed this game. If she didn't show fear, she would best the creators of the game.

In her hand were a pair of 5's, a Jack, a Ace and a 6. She thought about which number to ask for first. Should she ask for the 5's and hope that Felicia had a 5 as well or should she ask for another card so that she didn't risk losing her 5's to a draw from Felicia. She pondered this for a moment, her elegant face kept naturally calm as she eventually came to a decision.

"Do you have any 5's Felicia?" Bailey asked her, a playful smile stretching across her lips.

"By the way, what do you plan to do after this card game?" Bailey genuinely asked Felicia as the game continued to play, curious to know her answer. She didn't really know what to do. She never really thought of it. Maybe she should stay with Felicia. There was no reason not to after all.
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Weapon: Civil War Bayonet Gun
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Program V2: o -> o -> o -> o -> o -> o

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F10: Bailey Williams - "Don't you fucking move." - Status: DEAD
Weapon: Philadelphia Derringer
Pregame/Sandbox: o
Program V2: o -> o -> o -> o -> o -> o
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Erik Sheely - The Quiet Cheerleader
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TV V2: o

Saachi Nidal - The Valedictorian who hates SOTF
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Aria Samuels - Quiet, Paranoid and Independent
Weapon - Trumpet
Memories - o
Pregame - o
Game - o -> o -> o -> o -> o -> o

Saachi Nidal - Confident, Aggressive and Regal
Weapon - Meat Cleaver
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November 10th, 2012, 5:01 am #7

M06- Brian Meyerhold Callison: Start

I swear, someone had better be be reprimanded for this...

The fine-suited Brian Meyerhold Callison made his way through the snow, very cold and very irritated. Not only was he stuck in the Program, but he was in the middle of a hellishly cold wasteland, bundled in an olive green jacket over his expensive new suit, and wearing a ridiculous collar around his neck. He wasn't supposed to be here in the first place! The Program is for ridding the schools of deviants and un-Americans, not for sending upstanding young citizens like him to their deaths! He did everything right! He was on the track to becoming leader of this fine nation, he shouldn't be fighting like a common street thug! He kicked a small, snow-covered rock in frustration and watched it fall into the nearby basin.

He hadn't even been assigned a decent weapon. He could have been given a bun, or a bayonet, or even a baseball bat to defend himself with. What do they give him? A meat hook. An item designed for hanging butchered pigs. He deserved better than that piece of garbage! Without a decent weapon, he doesn't stand a chance against someone with intent to kill!

Finally, he happened upon a cabin perched precariously close to the edge of a cliff. If no one else had come across it yet, he could relax in there while everyone else killed each other. In this situation, that was the best plan he could think of, surviving without having to get his hands dirty. After all, who would elect a murderer as president?

He made his way to the front door of the cabin and turned the handle. He opened the door and quickly stepped inside, shutting it behind him. Inside, he was greeted by the sight of two girls, Bailey Williams and Felicia LaChapelle. He didn't care much for Bailey, but he did always have a thing for Felicia. Whether it was her looks or her reputation, he wasn't too sure, but all he knew was that he was quite attracted to her. He was sure that she felt the same way. After all, no one can resist a politician's charm. Still, he would have to take it one step at a time.

"Hello, girls. I suppose it wouldn't be too much trouble if I camped out in here, would it?"
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VW2: Angie Hart- Having a bad time of it in Balls Deep
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Yumi Nunes- Just another victim in Put Down the Pen, Take Up the Sword (34th out of 41)
Brian Meyerhold Callison- Nothing but a statistic in Second Verse, Same As The First (18th out of 41)

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B05-Craig Hoyle was felled in With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility (37th out of 37)
G08-Keira MacDonald was gunned down in One Bath, Two Bath, Red Bath, Bloodbath (11th out of 37)

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November 10th, 2012, 7:18 pm #8

Felicia smiled, and brought herself down to Bailey's level.

"Go Fish sounds nice."

She hadn't played that game since she was little. Perhaps with a few friends at slumber parties and such? It was very simple, yet it worked for the time being. Felicia heard the Furby on the table moving, but she ignored it.

As Bailey dealt out the cards, she saw she had a 4, an Ace, a 7, a 9, and an 8. Felicia looked over her cards. Nope, not a 5 in sight.

"No, go fish."

She honestly had no idea what she'd do. Could she stay here? Was it safe? Would other people get the same idea to hide out here? Felicia didn't know.

Before she could answer, the sound of the door opening happened again, and Felicia jumped. Turning her head, she saw a familiar shape walking towards them.


Brian Meyerhold Callison.


Felicia was never particularly fond of him. He came off as arrogant, for one thing. Was he the Class President? Yes. But he tended to rub her the wrong way for a multitude of reasons. And he was here. Wonderful. There was a possibility he would have gotten a decent weapon, and it wouldn't be too out there for him to use it for the exact reason why they gave it to him in the first place.

"Hey Callison", Felicia said, her voice coming out a little icily.
Kami's Sidestories
Charlotte "Charlie" Pemberton- Female Student #??- "Um, hey... I know a lot about meat. How much do you want to cook yours?"

They will come back. They always do. We have a place for them.
Felicia LaChapelle (SC)- Female Student #022- Attempting first-aid to the soundtrack of an Eminem song.
Miranda Millers (SC)- Female Student #024- Pranking people not quite to death with a tire iron
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Holly Chapman (Evolution)- Subject C09- Died strong.
Kami Steele/"Beatrix Kiddo"/"Hit Girl" (Program)- Female Student #02- At least she tried.
Sidney Rice (TV)- Yellow Team 3- BANHAMMERED!
Simon Leroy (Virtua)- Male Student #20- Had it coming.
Sidney Rice (SC)- Female Student #03- PERMABANNED!
Carol Burke (SC)- Female Student #04- Oops.
Felicia LaChapelle (Program)- Female Student #03- NOPE.
Kaede "Katie" Tanaka (Virtua)- Female Student #4- Died like a true cowgirl.
Nina Riddhi (TV2)- Honey Badger #1- Time ran out.
Bella Bianchi (TV2)- Cobalt Jellyfish #1- Had her last performance.
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November 11th, 2012, 2:43 am #9

When Felicia said Go Fish, Bailey quickly picked up a card from the top of the deck. It was a 2. She slipped it into her hand and was about to listen to Felicia's answer when the untimely arrival of Callison ruined it.

Callison.

Bailey's family and his family were good friends and though they were pleasant when around each other, Bailey couldn't stand him half the time. He was just arrogant. The way he acted and interacted; it all rubbed Bailey in the wrong way and just made her dislike him. There was also his xenophobic behavior. While Bailey was tolerant of them, Callison just plain hated them. To say she didn't like that was an understatement. It completely turned her off him.

"Why hello there Callison." Bailey tried to say calmly, a little malice littered here and there. She knew him. She knew his political ways and his sly behavior. She wasn't going to fall for it.

"As long as you don't plan on killing us, sure." Bailey continued to say, her face noticeably frowning at the prospect of having to bunker down with Callison. She had no idea what he was thinking. He could easily kill the both of them if he wanted to. Then again, Bailey had a gun. Was she going to tell Callison this fact?

Of course not. That would just be silly.

She laid against the wall of the cabin as she waited for Callison to react. She didn't trust him. Not at all.
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Saachi Nidal - Confident, Aggressive and Regal
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November 12th, 2012, 12:33 am #10

Brian chuckled. "Oh, you two don't have to worry about a thing. An upstanding young citizen like myself would never dream of harming two pretty young girls like you." He took off his jacket and placed it back in his bag. Now that he had disarmed any bad feelings in the cabin, he felt that in was only natural to attempt to forge a bond with the two girls. With them as allies, his chances of survival increased exponentially.

Besides, I'm an athlete and a politician. They can't reject me!

Putting his plan into action, he knelt down beside the girls, watching as they played their game of cards. He turned to Bailey, who seemed to be in charge. "Care to deal me in, milady?"
SOTF-TV v2

SP1: Lukas Graves- Forming a team in United
VW2: Angie Hart- Having a bad time of it in Balls Deep
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SOTF The Program v2:

Yumi Nunes- Just another victim in Put Down the Pen, Take Up the Sword (34th out of 41)
Brian Meyerhold Callison- Nothing but a statistic in Second Verse, Same As The First (18th out of 41)

SOTF Second Chances:

B05-Craig Hoyle was felled in With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility (37th out of 37)
G08-Keira MacDonald was gunned down in One Bath, Two Bath, Red Bath, Bloodbath (11th out of 37)

Virtua-SOTF:

M17-BIG MIKE Gibraltar ran out of continues in The Long Walk (8th out of 47)
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November 12th, 2012, 3:47 am #11

Bailey told him he could stay if he wasn't going to kill them, though with a hint of malice to her voice. Did she dislike him for similar reasons? Maybe.

To this, Callison chuckled, saying he wouldn't dream of it. Felicia forced a small smile on her face, the kind you make when barely tolerating someone but don't want to let them know. "Pretty young girls" only made it more... awkward? Was that the word? Probably.

He invited himself into the card game, kneeling down to ask Bailey if he could get a hand dealt out to them. Did he even know what they were playing? Felicia gave a glance to her. He was acting a little odd, if you ask her. To quote a movie she had seen recently prior to Announcement Day, she had a very bad feeling about this.

"We're playing Go Fish", she said, turning her head back at Callison.

Well, in any ca-

"Doo doo doo, doo doo doo. Da, DA-DA."

Felicia found herself looking back at the Furby, still sitting on the table where she had left it and still very "awake". Though she liked having a Furby when she was little, there was always one thing that had annoyed her about it; there was no off switch, so you had to wait until the Furby "fell asleep". Needless to say, she was reminded of this. Seriously, what were they thinking?
Kami's Sidestories
Charlotte "Charlie" Pemberton- Female Student #??- "Um, hey... I know a lot about meat. How much do you want to cook yours?"

They will come back. They always do. We have a place for them.
Felicia LaChapelle (SC)- Female Student #022- Attempting first-aid to the soundtrack of an Eminem song.
Miranda Millers (SC)- Female Student #024- Pranking people not quite to death with a tire iron
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Kami Steele/"Beatrix Kiddo"/"Hit Girl" (Program)- Female Student #02- At least she tried.
Sidney Rice (TV)- Yellow Team 3- BANHAMMERED!
Simon Leroy (Virtua)- Male Student #20- Had it coming.
Sidney Rice (SC)- Female Student #03- PERMABANNED!
Carol Burke (SC)- Female Student #04- Oops.
Felicia LaChapelle (Program)- Female Student #03- NOPE.
Kaede "Katie" Tanaka (Virtua)- Female Student #4- Died like a true cowgirl.
Nina Riddhi (TV2)- Honey Badger #1- Time ran out.
Bella Bianchi (TV2)- Cobalt Jellyfish #1- Had her last performance.
wrote: Bake We'll just ask Elena to add a new area into the compound. "Siobhan's Cleavage" - The spaciously large cleavage of an overweight, promiscuous cheerleader who wants to go to Beauty School. THREADS ALLOWED: 8

12:40 Slamexo She [Sidney] sells trollin' and trollin' accessories

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November 12th, 2012, 4:49 am #12

Bailey forced a natural face at Brian's comment. She wanted to slap him. Really? Pretty young girls? While it was meant to be a compliment, it took it as an insult considering it came from Brian. However, he didn't seem to have any malicious intent, so Bailey let it slide. In any case, since Brian offered to join the game, Bailey felt that is was ok for him to join the game.

"As Felicia said, we're playing Go Fish." Bailey explained to Brian as she dealt him 5 cards. "I assume I don't have to tell you the rules. In any case, it's Felicia's turn." Bailey continued to say as she got comfortable playing the game.

It was then that the furby decided to start making noise again. The sheer randomness of it made Bailey giggle as she looked back over her cards. It was odd. The way they played cards, it made it seem as if they weren't in a game of death. Things were just normal. Normality was something Bailey wanted to retain. She wanted to be stronger than the game and she didn't want it to get in the way of who she truly was. She wanted to do herself proud.

"In any case Felicia. You didn't answer my question. If I may offer a proposition, why don't we stick together? After all, two is better than one. You can feel free to join as well Brian." Bailey offered the 2 players as she waited for Felicia's actions. She was a believer in the term safety in numbers and she didn't fancy dying anytime soon.
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Program V2: o -> o -> o -> o -> o -> o

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F10: Bailey Williams - "Don't you fucking move." - Status: DEAD
Weapon: Philadelphia Derringer
Pregame/Sandbox: o
Program V2: o -> o -> o -> o -> o -> o
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Sandbox: o
TV V2: o

Saachi Nidal - The Valedictorian who hates SOTF
Sandbox: o
TV V2: o -> o
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Aria Samuels - Quiet, Paranoid and Independent
Weapon - Trumpet
Memories - o
Pregame - o
Game - o -> o -> o -> o -> o -> o

Saachi Nidal - Confident, Aggressive and Regal
Weapon - Meat Cleaver
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November 13th, 2012, 7:09 am #13

Brian took the cards that Bailey dealt him. He recieved two eights, two aces, and a nine.

Ah, the dead man's hand. How fitting...

Before Brian could begin formulating a strategy, some hellish voice made it's way across the cabin. He turned his head and scowled when he saw the source of the sound, a Furby sitting on the table. He had had a Furby once when he was younger. The damned thing never shut up, even when he was completely ignoring it. There had been a couple incidents where it went off while he was trying to go to sleep, scaring the living daylights out of him. Eventually it went away when he "accidentally" threw it into a dumpster. If only he could do that to this Furby.

As soon as the furry hellspawn stopped making noise, Bailey started to talk about a potential alliance. This talk about alliances resonated with Brian, who had already been thinking about how he could survive the Program. Going solo would be tough, given that there were undoubtedly people with guns running around, and all he had to protect himself was a meat hook. However, if he went with the girls, they might actually have decent weapons. Plus, with more people involved, he would have a better chance of escaping a potentially fatal situation.

Plus, there was the added perk of being around Felicia. The lovely lass had never quite been his, but this alliance could be the thing that brings them together. He had been smitten by the blonde since he had first seen her, and now that they were together in this cabin, this could be his big opporitunity. He just had to keep playing it cool.

"Well, I'll join you... as long as Felicia's willing to, that is." He winked at the blonde. His politician's charms were working, he could feel it.
SOTF-TV v2

SP1: Lukas Graves- Forming a team in United
VW2: Angie Hart- Having a bad time of it in Balls Deep
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SOTF The Program v2:

Yumi Nunes- Just another victim in Put Down the Pen, Take Up the Sword (34th out of 41)
Brian Meyerhold Callison- Nothing but a statistic in Second Verse, Same As The First (18th out of 41)

SOTF Second Chances:

B05-Craig Hoyle was felled in With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility (37th out of 37)
G08-Keira MacDonald was gunned down in One Bath, Two Bath, Red Bath, Bloodbath (11th out of 37)

Virtua-SOTF:

M17-BIG MIKE Gibraltar ran out of continues in The Long Walk (8th out of 47)
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November 13th, 2012, 12:37 pm #14

The sound of Gerald’s fingers drumming out a rhythm on his leg was probably getting rather annoying for those students close enough to hear and aware enough to notice, the staccato pattern constantly changing as he got bored and changed things up or just forgetting what tune he was going for and picking another. Screw them though, as much as he was possibly annoying them he was more annoyed himself, annoyed and bored. Announcement Day, pfft.

Of all the students lined up Gerald was among the small minority, some would say foolish minority, who were mostly just bored by the whole proceedings. He was not someone who was built to stand still for long periods of time, not built to sit and wait patiently for something that was a huge waste of time. Just let the announcement start already, let the old General name some school he had never heard of and let him get back to whatever it was he was doing before this.

What was that anyway? Maths class? Hmm, maybe he could stand to wait a little longer.

The teen resisted the urge to start craning his head around, taking in the concerned faces of all of his classmates and so called peers as he waited to pass the time. He had done that last year, spending more time looking over his shoulder than he did at the screen, only to find out later that at least one of the faculty members had noticed what he was doing and in a school that took this annual event as serious as Patriot High that was not a good thing. He had had some words for Gerald after school that day; loud and angry words. He would prefer to avoid another lecture like that this year.

All of a sudden the screen lit up and there before them all was the towering visage of the countries leader. Gerald noticed the teen directly in front of him, some tall brown haired guy he had never seen before, tense noticeably as the announcement finally began. The half-Hispanic teen smirked at that before letting his thoughts begin to wander again, the Generals voice fading to so much white noise as he tuned it out.

He really didn’t see what everyone was so worried they would be picked. What were the chances of their school actually being picked anyway? How many schools were there in the USA today? Thousands, tens of thousands? And what about the chance of any one individual being picked? Three years per school, since the freshman got a pass, a couple hundred students per school, maybe more. Hundreds of thousands to one then. That’s assuming this lottery was actually random of course, and the Government didn’t just pick the school that had been causing them the most trouble that year.

"The school for the forty-third version of the Program is Patriot's High of Milwaukee, Wisconsin."

Fuck.

****

BLAM

Gerald was one of the last students to awaken, his mind still clinging to the safety of his drug-induced slumber even as those around him awakened to growing awareness of their situation and began to panic. If the rising clamour hadn’t woken the teen up however, the gunshot certainly had.

His head shot up from his desk, his neck giving a twinge of protest from the uncomfortable resting position and the sudden movement. The effects of the gas were pushed from his mind as a slight surge of adrenaline pulsed through him, the gunshot setting off his fight or flight reflex.

He looked around with suddenly alert eyes and took in the situation; seated at a desk, surrounded by other students from his school, standing at a lectern right at the front of the room was a man in a red beret and fatigues, holding a gun in one hand. Gerald tried to stand but found his ascent cut short as the handcuffs snagged his wrists.

Reluctantly the teen sat down, keeping his eyes locked on the man at the front of the room and the gun in his hand the whole time. His blooded pounded in his ears and he could feel that his breathing was elevated, coming out in harsh and hurried breaths. He barely paid attention to what the man was actually saying, the words reaching his ears but touching down in some forgotten part of Gerald’s memory.

Gerald didn’t realise the man had stopped speaking until he saw the gas-spewing canisters being brought into the room. Anchored to his seat as he was he had no choice but to sit there as the gas took effect and he faded once more into darkness.

****

Gerald sat cross legged on the ground, the cold seeping from the stone into the bottom of his jeans as he focused his attention on the object in front of him. He had been staring at it for ten minutes already but still it refused to magically transform itself into anything else. Sooner or later he was just going to have to give up and resign himself to the fact that, yes, this really was his designated weapon.

It was, as far as Gerald could tell, an ordinary picnic basket. Woven out of wicker, quite solidly made – for a wicker basket – and was even lined with the traditional red and white chequered blanket which poked out from under the closed lid. It looked at lot like what Gerald imagined Little Red Riding Hood’s picnic basket might look like.

It even had goodies for Grandma inside it. An apple pie sat inside, it looked homemade and came complete with tin pie lid. It was even still a little warm.

It mocked him with its fresh baked goodness.

Rocking forward onto his knees and then back onto the balls of his feet Gerald made his way to a standing position. He walked over to where his pack lay a few feet away, untouched since he had first woken up and noticed the basket, and grabbed it up by its strap. He swung it over his shoulder and was about to stalk off, leaving the basket where it lay. It wasn’t like it was much use as a weapon anyway.

As he turned away though he stopped and made a contemplative expression. It wasn’t like he was going to get any other weapon any time soon, not without taking one from another student and that was a mental road he was not going down just yet. And it wasn’t like some extra rations were exactly a bad thing. Shrugging to himself he turned around and walked back over to the basket and scooped it up by its handle.

“Fuck it, I’ll deal”

****

Gerald had been walking for about five minutes when the cabin came into view. It was hardly civilisation but after nothing of interest to look at since he had woken up any change in scenery was welcome.

The teen approached the structure cautiously, well aware what being in The Program entailed. Between his slow, careful movements his light frame he hardly made a sound as he drew closer to the building, approaching from higher up the slope.

Slowing to a near crawl as he began moving alongside the shack itself, Gerald listened carefully as he moved, thinking that maybe he could just make out a voice or two from inside. As he grew closer to the door he became certain that there was somebody else already in the building, possibly two if he was hearing right.

Pausing to listen, Gerald pressed his ear to the outside wall of the cabin as if it might allow him to ear through the solid material better. He could just barely make out murmurs that may or may not have been voice. Listening closer for a moment to try and make out the words he was surprised to hear and loud and high pitched voice make its way to his ears.

"Doo doo doo, doo doo doo. Da, DA-DA."

With no idea what the hell he was hearing Gerald just decided to keep moving and take his chances with trying to make contact with the cabins occupant(s).

Stopping just beside the door on the left side, Gerald lowered the picnic basket in his left hand carefully to the floor and reached back up with the same hand to knock loudly and sharply on the side of the cabin by the door to announce his presence.

“I come in peace. Please don’t shoot, stab or burn me. If you let me come in, I’ll give you pie.”
Program V3 Prologue
Michael Bair - Proud to be an American
Quote: N/A
Weapon: Brass Knuckles, Heckler & Koch FABARM FP6 Entry
Location: N/A
Status: Alive
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Subject C05: Simon Matthews
Ability: Scorching Palms
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Shot by Ashlie Jackson

SOFT-TV:
Team 13 D: Simon Porter - Silver Dragon Academy
Weapon: Stun Gun (6x Cartridges)
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Shot by Glen Bole

Orange Team No. 1: Vincent Sullivan - Detroit
Weapons: Digital Camera + Desert Eagle .50 (6/7, 7/7, 46/56 in Box) + SPAS-12 (7/8, 19/30 in Box) + 1x Walkie-Talkie + Bullet Proof Vest + Claymore
Discarded Weapons: 3x Shards of a Plate (On Tiffany Dexter's Body) + 1x Walkie-Talkie (Taken by Karen Ruiz) + Wooden Boat Oar (Left in the Forest) + Colt Anaconda .45 Magnum (2/6, 30/36 in Box) (Given to Brennan O'Brian)
Status: Finally dead
Cause of Death: Lack of medical care

Virtua SOTF:
M07 - Alex Henry - Alderbrook High School - Music lover, Theatre lover and Violinist
Inventory: Inner-tube
Current Score: 0
Healthbar: 0%
Cause of Death: Shot by arrow and then drowned

The Program V2:
M10: Aaron Chalmers
Weapon: Lasso
Quote: "Feels good. You did a great job.”
Cause Of Death: Head Bashed By Anastasia Flores

M11: Gerald Lawson
Weapon: Picnic Basket and Apple Pie
Quote: “Aww, man. You killed the Furby.”
Cause Of Death: Shot by Anastasia Flores

SOTF-TV V2:
GH2 - Alice Young: Whittree Secondary School
Quote: “I made so many mistakes.”
Weapon: X-Force 850 Pro; 1 Arrow loaded, 3 ready to go, 7 in reserve.
Location: The Final Curtain
Status: Deceased - Multiple stab wounds

AE3 - Shawn Thornton: Davison Secondary School
Quote: “That’s what this group is right? Your plan? Another choice. A peaceful option. A different way.”
Weapon: None
Location: Cursed, Hexed, Spellbound
Status: Deceased - Single gunshot wound

Second Chances V2:
Aaron Chalmers - All American 2.0
Quote: "Fuck off Michael."
Weapon: Philadelphia Derringer
Location: Say it with Firecrackers!
Status: Deceased - Shot through the heart
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November 13th, 2012, 6:22 pm #15

Bailey dealt Brian a hand.

The Furby had left a scowl on Callison's face, while Bailey simply giggled. Felicia put on her own smile. It was funny, really. They were playing cards and being annoyed by the Furby. And yet, here they were, in some cabin, in some place, put here by the government to...

Let's not dwell on that for right now.

Bailey repeated her question, and Felicia realized she forgot to answer it. That was silly of her. Though, she probably forgot to, what with Callison coming in and all. She had offered a team-up, and invited Callison in. Was a team up risky, though? After all, the question would come up. It was inevitable. She wasn't sure what motivations Bailey had right now. It had seemed clear that she wasn't intent on playing, but what if she changed her mind later? And as for Callison, what if he jumped at the opportunity to kill them and was only biding his time?

Well, Bailey seemed normal, or at least what she could gather what was normal for her. And heck, maybe Callison wasn't that horrible after all. Maybe he did have some dece-

...

Or not.

Felicia stopped smiling.

Was he... flirting with her? Felicia, needless to say, was a bit taken back by this. She was very similar with this sort of behavior from guys. Wink, practically say he wanted to be with her, and with the whole "pretty young ladies" thing earlier... yeah. Felicia was very used to flirting. Had he been the right guy, she would have eagerly flirted back, probably smile in the most sincere manner possible, and so on.

Unfortunately for both of them, Callison wasn't the right kind of guy. Not the kind of personality she liked, you know?

Felicia raised an eyebrow in his direction, then turned her head back to Bailey.

"Oh, I'd like to", she swiftly said.

Things were already awkward with Callison flirting with her. Didn't need to make it even more awkward or whatever.

And then there was a knock at the door. A (male) voice came from the door, saying that he didn't want to be attacked and that he apparently had pie. Was that his weapon in the same sense her Furby was? Maybe. It made Felicia a little jumpy though. Maybe the pie thing was a ruse?

"Think pie's worth opening the door?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice low enough so the person on the other side didn't hear her.
Kami's Sidestories
Charlotte "Charlie" Pemberton- Female Student #??- "Um, hey... I know a lot about meat. How much do you want to cook yours?"

They will come back. They always do. We have a place for them.
Felicia LaChapelle (SC)- Female Student #022- Attempting first-aid to the soundtrack of an Eminem song.
Miranda Millers (SC)- Female Student #024- Pranking people not quite to death with a tire iron
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Holly Chapman (Evolution)- Subject C09- Died strong.
Kami Steele/"Beatrix Kiddo"/"Hit Girl" (Program)- Female Student #02- At least she tried.
Sidney Rice (TV)- Yellow Team 3- BANHAMMERED!
Simon Leroy (Virtua)- Male Student #20- Had it coming.
Sidney Rice (SC)- Female Student #03- PERMABANNED!
Carol Burke (SC)- Female Student #04- Oops.
Felicia LaChapelle (Program)- Female Student #03- NOPE.
Kaede "Katie" Tanaka (Virtua)- Female Student #4- Died like a true cowgirl.
Nina Riddhi (TV2)- Honey Badger #1- Time ran out.
Bella Bianchi (TV2)- Cobalt Jellyfish #1- Had her last performance.
wrote: Bake We'll just ask Elena to add a new area into the compound. "Siobhan's Cleavage" - The spaciously large cleavage of an overweight, promiscuous cheerleader who wants to go to Beauty School. THREADS ALLOWED: 8

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