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March 16th, 2013, 11:58 pm #1

((Jasmine Stone and Aaron Chalmers continued from In Hindsight, This Was A Terrible Idea))

Jasmine had no idea how long they had been walking for but it had gotten harder and harder to keep Aaron moving, Jasmine had practically had to carry up the mountain path. They had managed to reach the cabin though and that was all that mattered. Jasmine opened the door and brought Aaron inside. The cabin itself was bare; the only thing of note was a smashed furby lying on the floor. She brought Aaron in and sat him down against one of the walls of the cabin before shutting the door. She didn't want anyone to know they were in the cabin, especially since she had to give first aid to Aaron and she had no way to defend herself normally, let alone when she was distracted.

Dumping her bag on the ground Jasmine knelt down and started pulling everything out of it until she found the first aid kit. Once she had she put in down next to her and turned to face Aaron, who was still sitting against the wall. Everything she had scattered throughout the room could wait. Opening the first aid kit Jasmine was overwhelmed by the amount of equipment was actually inside it.

It was at that point she realised that she had no idea what she was actually doing. She had never learned first aid and had never had to do anything close to first aid apart from putting plasters over cuts or grazes and Aaron's injury was far beyond that. Luckily everything in the kit was easy to recognise and if not it had a label. She rummaged around until she found bandages and a pair of scissors, there was also sterile dressings and antiseptic wipes so Jasmine took them out as well. The first thing she did was rip open the pack of antiseptic wipes, taking one in her hand she gently moved Aaron's hair out of the way so that she could get a proper look at his injury. What she saw made her eyes start to mist up; a part of Aaron's skull was broken.

Jasmine stopped moving and just looked at it. She was out of her depth. Her breathing started to speed up; she had no idea how she was supposed to help him. She was powerless again. She couldn't help Aaron when he needed it the most. She felt tears start to form and wiped them away. Taking a deep breath Jasmine then set to work. She dabbed at the wound with the antiseptic wipe, wiping away most of the blood that was around it and cleaning up the wound itself. After doing that she picked up the sterile dressing and gently wrapped it around Aaron's head like she had seen people do on TV, she made sure it was as secure as possible before going over it with the other bandages to keep it on tight.

As she sat back she realised she had wet cheeks. Using the back of her hand she rubbed her eyes.

"That's the best I can do Aaron." She said pulling her knees up to her chest. "I hope it’s enough."
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Dakota Hightower - - The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie

SOTF SC2
G04: Yasmin "Yaz" Carrol - - I'm Dracula Bitch - "I'll be back as quickly as possible. I promise."
G19: Kris - - - - - - - Myopia
[+] Spoiler
RBP3: Sarah Bourne - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - Spiders in my Needle - "Yeah I won't be able to take it back."
SP2: Isaiah Hall - $ - Rosebud - Shot with an arrow.
[+] Spoiler
M12: Chris Brooks - Entrenching Tool - Dead - Getting blood on the floor in Two Foot Wide and Six Foot Deep - "Fuck You."
F14: Jasmine Stone - Army Action Figure - Dead - Getting her skull broken in Whatever Happened to The American Dream - "There's nothing aggressive about ignoring someone."
[+] Spoiler
F17: Martha Stock - Game Over - Shovel - "But hey it's not all bad, I mean look at this lovely weather."
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March 18th, 2013, 2:53 pm #2

Aaron reached up with an unsteady hand and gingerly touched the bandage wrapped around his head. He made sure to keep his hands away from where he knew his injury to be, making a show of running his hand all around the bandage and checking every part of it. When he was done he lowered his hand and flashed Jasmine a tired smile.

“Feels good. You did a great job.”

He knew he was dying. Anyone who looked at him could tell the same – Jasmine probably knew it too – he looked to be in a terrible state.

Soon after he had met back up with Jasmine the symptoms had started to show; dark patches shadowed the area under his eyes and behind his ears, deep bruises that ached rhythmically in time with his pulse. His head pounded with pain constantly. His neck was stiff, his speech was slurred. He was so unsteady on his feet that Jasmine had to practically haul him up the mountain, which was fine with him since he was so damn tired he could barely lift his feet.

He could discount most of that though; the tiredness and pain were things he was accustomed to, stuff that he could shrug off like he had done every time after a harsh practise or intense work out. If it was just that, he knew he would have been fine, just suck it up and stop worrying.

The bleeding was more concerning. Every few minutes he could feel a fresh trail of blood run down over his lips and down to his chin from his nose. When he felt a tear roll down his cheek, only to wipe it away and find red on his fingers he knew for certain. He had hastily wiped his check clean with the sleeve of his jacket and hid it from Jasmine. No need to worry her. There was nothing she could do anyway.

“I can hardly feel my headache anymore.”

So, yeah. He knew he was dying. The only question now was when. And how would Jasmine take it.

Aaron looked over to where she was sitting, knees pulled up to her chest and wet cheeks glistening. He wasn’t oblivious to her tears; surprised by them sure, but he felt kind of grateful to know she cared about him enough to cry over this, despite only knowing him in the game.

He felt another trickle run down from his nose and reached up to wipe it away, staining the back of his hand red in the process.

“Damn, I’m a mess.”

It surprised him how readily he accepted his imminent death. Maybe he couldn’t quite process the implications in his current state. Maybe he had been quietly accepting it since he woke up by the lake. Whatever the case, he wasn’t too worried about what would happen next to him. He was worried about his family; his brothers, his father, his mother. How would they take it? Were they watching him now? His dad was probably at work, as was David. He wasn’t sure about whether or not Andrew could watch the Program wherever he was currently stationed; maybe the government would set it up though. It was their pet project after all. His mother he knew would probably be glued to the TV. She never really watched it before, but how could she not in this case.

He was worried about Jasmine as well. Worried about what would happen to her after this. They still hadn’t found her friends, she had no weapon to defend herself with and after he was gone she would be alone. He hoped she would be ok.

Another trickle down his face, slower this time. When he reached up to wipe it this time his hand didn’t come back red, instead there was a clear liquid with streaks of red covering his hand. Great, now he had a runny nose as well.

“This just gets worse.”

He felt tired. He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He wanted to stay awake a bit longer. Wanted to talk to Jasmine for a while; reassure her, reassure himself that she would be ok. The girl had dragged his half unconscious body up a mountain just to get him a place to rest, he owed her a little consideration now.

But he was so tired. His lids were dragging themselves closed of their own volition. It looked like he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He shifted against the wall, lowering himself down further, trying to get comfortable; a wasted effort.

“I’m just going to rest a while. We’ll figure out where to go next in the morning.”

He went to sleep then, slipping into unconsciousness also before he finished talking. He slept for a while.

Then he stopped breathing.

M10 - Aaron Chalmers: Deceased
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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Evo:
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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March 21st, 2013, 12:44 am #3

Aaron ran a hand along the bandage and smiled at her. It was a weak smile. Aaron had been getting weaker since they had left the town. Jasmine couldn't bring herself to smile back; she just continued looking at him. There were dark patches under his eyes and she had seen more behind his ears. Blood would run down from his nose frequently, he had severe head trauma and there was nothing Jasmine could do to help him. Aaron would either recover or more likely...

He said something about being a mess, Jasmine didn't respond again. It was becoming clear to her what she was doing and she felt bad for doing it, bad for not trying to help Aaron anyway she could. But the truth was anything else she tried to do would only make things worse, in fact moving Aaron to the cabin in the first place had only served to make him worse. On top of all that despite how much her body was screaming at her to leave she knew that would be the absolute worst thing she could do. She was as much a part of what was happening as Aaron or the girl who injured him in the first place had been and she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she did leave. Aaron deserved better than her breaking and running because she couldn't take it.

Aaron was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was close to passing out and once that happened...

He moved himself around a little, like he was trying to make himself comfortable. Then he said he was going to rest and that they'd talk about where they were going in the morning. Jasmine nodded but more tears had started to flow. She watched Aaron as he closed his eyes and drifted off. He seemed strangely peaceful, his chest rising and falling. Jasmine wrapped her arms tighter around her legs. After a while his breathing became shallower. She let the tears continue, it was funny how she had never spoken to Aaron before now and yet here she was.

Finally his breathing stopped.

Jasmine stayed there unmoving. The one person who had been through everything with her was gone. She was alone.

Aaron was dead.

She didn't know how long she stayed there just looking at his body. She knew nothing would change. She was truly alone for the first time since she had woken up. Wiping her eyes Jasmine stood herself up, her legs were shaky due to the position she had been sitting and for how long she had been sitting in it. Looking around she saw all the things she had left in her possession scattered throughout the cabin, frantically discarded as she had taken the first aid kit out of her bag. Taking a deep breath to keep from shaking she got to work put everything back in her bag. It was busy work; she was trying to keep herself from ending up a wreck, keeping herself active.

Eventually she had packed everything away, looking at Aaron's body she felt guilty. If she had just run away from the town like she had originally planned Aaron would have survived. He was dead because of a decision she made what was worse was that she had no way of properly honouring him. After everything he had done for her without even realising, keeping her anchored, keeping her sane, keeping the loneliness at bay. The loneliness had always been the worst thing for her it was why she was always telling jokes and flirting with people she knew, it was why horror movies never scared her. Her worst fear was being alone and now that had become realised. She had no knowledge of whether or not Steph or Ash were still alive and hoped that they were. Until she found them again though she had no one, her life line was gone.

She could hardly bring herself to leave but she didn't want to stay either. It was a slippery slope, and she didn't want to dwell on what had happened any more than she had. Slinging her bag over her shoulder she made her way over to the door, she opened it and made to step out but stopped on the threshold. Turning back she made her way over to Aaron's body and knelt in front of it. She reached her hands up and undid her necklace. It was supposed to have been lucky.

"Thank you." She whispered as she pushed the necklace into Aaron's hand. After that she walked from the cabin and out onto the mountain path. With no goal or direction she settled into her walk.

((Jasmine Stone continued in...))
PV2.5
Dakota Hightower - - The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie

SOTF SC2
G04: Yasmin "Yaz" Carrol - - I'm Dracula Bitch - "I'll be back as quickly as possible. I promise."
G19: Kris - - - - - - - Myopia
[+] Spoiler
RBP3: Sarah Bourne - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - λ - Spiders in my Needle - "Yeah I won't be able to take it back."
SP2: Isaiah Hall - $ - Rosebud - Shot with an arrow.
[+] Spoiler
M12: Chris Brooks - Entrenching Tool - Dead - Getting blood on the floor in Two Foot Wide and Six Foot Deep - "Fuck You."
F14: Jasmine Stone - Army Action Figure - Dead - Getting her skull broken in Whatever Happened to The American Dream - "There's nothing aggressive about ignoring someone."
[+] Spoiler
F17: Martha Stock - Game Over - Shovel - "But hey it's not all bad, I mean look at this lovely weather."
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