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March 23rd, 2014, 12:02 am #16

Neither of them were on his team. That killed a bit of the buzz Isaiah had been having from finding people he knew. He looked from Will to Lucy, they still weren't threats but in the back of his mind he knew that eventually he'd have to either ditch them or let them die. He didn't want to think about option C. He busied himself with wrapping his leg as Lucy continued speaking. From what he was getting they'd done nothing but find each other, at least some people had gotten off to slower starts than he had at least. Would be a quick season if everyone started fighting right away.

They'd bought his lie easily though, it was like telling a little kid that Santa existed. Since they wanted to believe you they'd be more likely to believe you. Obviously Lucy and Will wanted what Isaiah had told them to be true and had accepted it at face value. He finished wrapping his leg in the gauze and stood up. He lifted his leg up and down a few times to check it was done properly. He gave a satisfied nod when it didn't fall off.

An alliance could be a good idea. Isaiah looked between Will and Lucy, in the long term they'd probably be a detriment. But in the short term, hell why not. It'd probably be the last time he got to spend with Lucy anyway. It was almost funny really, he talked a big game and yet he couldn't tell the one girl he was attracted to her.

It was probably what was going to make the rest of the game so hard.

"Sure, an alliance sounds good right about now."
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."
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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 23rd, 2014, 7:40 pm #17

((Alice Young continued from It Was Not A Dream, But All A Grim Reality))

She stared into the sun, and the sun smiled back at her.

She supposed the anthropomorphic sun on the sign to the Tour Guide and Transportation Centre was supposed to make it look more inviting and cheerful, but in the dead of winter the smiling mascot just looked out of place. Still, any building looked inviting in this weather; her cloak was helping to keep the cold at bay only in the sense that it shielded her from the wind, but the lack of any sleeves or even a way to close it around her body meant it did nothing to keep her warm beyond this.

Right on cue, a strong gust of wind blew past and she had to grab her hood to keep it in place. Her hands were frozen, numb and shaking; in this condition she wouldn’t have been able to use her weapon even if it was loaded.

For a while Alice had been worried she would never even see what lay beyond the boundaries of the orchard; although admittedly that might have had less to do with her fear of getting killed and more to do with the fact she had gotten hopelessly lost.

All snow covered trees tend to look similar and her ignorance of the existence of a compass in her pack had made navigating rather more difficult. In the end she only found her way because she stumbled across a small stream. She had followed the flow of water on the assumption that all streams had to lead somewhere and eventually she left the snow covered dirt of the orchard and reached the slightly less snow covered paved pathways of the resort.

Following the path she had found herself on away from the trees had led her here and although the plain looking building offered the promise of shelter and a reprieve from the cold, she found herself reluctant to enter.

Buildings meant people, and people had never been Alice’s strong point even before she knew they would try to kill her.

Alice may have found a new determination in the moments after she awoke, and the advice from her mentor had given her a plan, but it was one thing to think and another entirely to act.

She walked forward, approaching the building at a slow and cautious pace until she stood close enough to peer through the windows into the lobby. She could not see anybody from her position; nobody except her own reflection at least. She was hard to miss, with her bright red cloak she shone like a beacon attracting anyone who might be outside like her.

This thought was the last prompt she needed to get over her hesitation and she grabbed the door handle and pushed her way into the building, stepping inside before hurriedly closing it behind her, shutting out the cold and the sound of the wind she had let in with her.

She breathed heavy, hand still resting on the cold glass of the door as she leaned heavily against it. Well, the worst was over right? She had gotten inside and nobody had tried to shoot her or anything. Maybe it was empty after all.

Then she heard the voices.

They were quiet, not panicked or angry, and there was more than one of them. Two at least, maybe a third? At the very least there was one boy and one girl.

They may not have been panicked but Alice certainly was. For a moment she considered turning around and running right back out into the cold, but then she remembered the teams. More than that she remember her desire to do more than just run and hide in this game.

Shakily, she lowered her pack to the floor and turned so that her back was resting against the door. She could feel the cold of the glass seep through her cloak, her t-shirt and straight into her skin.

There was something comforting about having her back to the wall, literally speaking. Not having anywhere to run helped her to keep facing forward, helped her keep her determination from collapsing before she could do anything.

She slid down the door till she was kneeling and brought her crossbow forward and placed the front end against the floor to steady it. She wrapped one small hand around the string and pulled and while it moved she found she did not have the strength of arm to pull it back as far as it needed to go. She leaned forward so that her chest pressed against the butt of the weapon, pinning it between the floor and herself.

She grabbed the bowstring with both hands and pulled back hard and this time it kept moving further and further back until something clicked and the string locked into place. She carefully lay the weapon down on the ground and extracted an arrow from the quiver attached under the main body. It was one of four and Alice briefly found herself hoping that there were more in her pack before reminding herself she was unlikely to even use this one.

She placed the arrow in the groove along the top of the main body and found it fit perfectly into place with the back resting against the loaded string. She lifted the now loaded weapon up and pressed the butt against her shoulder experimentally; it had a compact design, which was useful because a full length weapon like a rifle would likely never fit in her grip.

She stood up and part of her realised that she now held a loaded and deadly weapon and that she was about to point it at someone. It worried her, even knowing that she had no intention or ever firing, that she would do something like this.

“He-hello? Who-who’s there?”
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
[+] Spoiler
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 26th, 2014, 3:34 am #18

Will’s smile only widened further as Lucy and Isaiah stated that they were both in favour of forming an alliance. Sure, their opposing teams had already doomed it to be merely a temporary thing, but for the moment it was the best things could be. It was a real shame that they wouldn’t all have a chance to survive together - but he supposed the mere fact that they’d all been able to find each other this early on was miraculous enough.

“Yeah, an alliance would be awesome,” he said breathlessly, tugging on the edge of his shirt collar. His fingers briefly danced across the metallic circlet around his neck before lingering there for a second. He’d almost forgotten it was there, having only acknowledged it for a moment when he’d first woken up before disregarding it altogether, as well as when his mentor had dispatched that piece of fairly unwelcome - though, he supposed, fairly necessary - advice. Back home, he’d never much cared for the collars, thinking them to be a constant reminder of the fact that this was really happening, that these were real kids who were having their lives cut short before they’d even really began. The glitz and glamour that’d accompanied the broadcasts had mostly swallowed such reminders up, but there were still moments when he’d realised that he was being entertained by the real-life murders of kids just like him and his classmates.

He didn’t much like to remember those moments.

Will repositioned himself on the floor and took another look around the transport centre, double-checking to see whether he’d missed anything important in his initial assessment of the area, as well as to think about what to do next. The plan that he knew he’d eventually have had yet to materialise to any degree. He couldn’t complain too much, though; he had a confirmed alliance with Lucy and Isaiah, and maybe they’d have some spectacular idea in the meantime.

Before he had much time to think any further about plans or alliances, the silence of the area was broken by a shaky cry, emanating from near an entranceway. It was a girl; though he didn’t recognise the voice in the slightest, so he supposed it must’ve been someone from the other school. He wasn’t quite ready for other people, especially not those with whom he was at least mildly acquainted. For all he knew, this girl could be poised to gun them down and rob them blind. He hoped like hell that wasn’t to be the case, but it was still a distinct possibility.

“Crap,” he hissed, keeping his voice as low as he could. “What should we do, guys?”
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The Program 2.5
M22 – Nicholas Rogers – Dark Chocolate Cheesecake
F26 – Theodora Smalls – Candelabra
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Second Chances V2:
G10 – Panya Bishara – Heelies –The Field of FlowersDECEASED“Who’d have thought terrorists would have such terrible fashion sense, huh?”

SOTF-TV V2:
RF4 – Will Brackenrig – Complete Set of Team Rosters – The Aqua-MuseumDECEASED“You’ve... always got...”
BB5 – Marcus Redder – Bear Trap – The Bulls Crap CasinoDECEASED“Papa? Mama?”
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March 26th, 2014, 10:49 pm #19

Luckily for Lucy, both Isaiah and Will seemed to be up for an alliance. That was great, really, because it meant they'd have a really solid shot at sticking together. It was only a short-term plan, sadly, but what else could she do? There wasn't any way out but to win with your team, get 10 kills first, or escape, and the only one Lucy could see herself succeeding at was her team winning.

But it wasn't like all her friends were on her team, and so many of her classmates who she considered friends were probably here as well. There was no saving all of them, and she needed to accept that things were going to end with most of her classmates including herself dead-

Not the time for that, though. As Lucy nodded and adjusted her hairband, she heard a voice call out, timid and unfamiliar. Lucy was good at voices, and very good at placing voices to faces and even faces to names, but she'd not heard this girl before. So it wasn't someone she knew; that meant there was probably another school, since they did that last season and it worked.

Will asked what they should do, and Lucy wished she knew the answer for him. At school, Lucy had never had to make tough decisions. It was always, 'what café should I go to today' or 'what should I wear' or the like. Such simple, almost trivial things; now, her every choice could keep her alive or cause her death. Every choice was critical, and being faced with this task so early made her want to curl up in bed at home.

But she wasn't going home anytime soon, so she had to stay strong and figure things out. Lucy took a breath and said with a hushed voice, "I think if we respond with trust they will in kind. They sound scared, not hostile." She awkwardly fondled the sabre she was still holding, before glancing at her still-open bag and digging through it.

The sheath she found was pretty nice looking. Lucy strapped it around her waist with the belt it came with. It took a second or two, but in all the meanwhile she was talking. "Hi there! I don't know you, I'm afraid, but I can promise none of us are hostile, so feel free to come out. But if you're hostile just leave because we can defend ourselves if we have to." An authoritative tone crept into her voice, she realized as she issued her greeting.

By the time she finished the offending weapon was safely tucked out of sight.
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Lucy Williams: He had a point
Riley Parker: Flew too close to the gun
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Nate Chauncey: in a void
Clio Gabriella: Blew her top
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April 4th, 2014, 4:42 pm #20

Isaiah let Lucy say her bit to the newcomer. It wasn't like it particularly made much difference. After all, they had the numbers. The other person would have to do whatever they told them to unless they thought they could take on three people by themselves and Isaiah already knew the answer to that.

"If you want to actually step out and face us, it'd help you." Isaiah said as he slid the Mere Patu out of his pack and moved to get a better view of the doorway. "Then we at least know you aren't planning on throwing a grenade through that door at us."

He was aware of the danger they could potentially be in. Since they had no idea if the voice was friendly or not, and that little bit of doubt was going to cloud the whole interaction. They didn't know what play she was planning on running and the same went for her. They had a proper standoff on their hands.

Isaiah had seen his fair share of standoffs when he'd watched SOTF with his family and he knew that a good portion of them ended with someone dead. He didn't want to be that person. Unsurprisingly Isaiah didn't want to die at any point in the near future and he was guessing no one else involved in the stand-off did either. So the quicker they could end it the better, for everyone.

Well, maybe not for the girl on the other side of the door.
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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April 7th, 2014, 8:28 pm #21

No-one responded at first and the only way that Alice could be sure they even heard her was because the voices quieted down almost immediately. She shuffled nervously in the silence that followed, unsure of what to do next; she thought she might be able to hear some whispering coming through the doorway and it occurred to her that they must be wondering the same thing.

Either that or planning how they were going to kill her.

Suddenly having second thoughts she began moving backwards, taking small, slow steps before a voice called out, loud and clear, and startled her.

"Hi there! I don't know you, I'm afraid, but I can promise none of us are hostile, so feel free to come out. But if you're hostile just leave because we can defend ourselves if we have to."

Alice lowered the crossbow slightly so that it wasn’t pointed directly at the door anymore. The voice had started off sounding friendly and Alice had begun to relax a little, but then the voice had changed and she was surprised to hear how… menacing it could become. She could feel her hands starting to shake a little so she tightened her grip on her weapon to still them.

They were inviting her to join them but if they thought she was a threat they would try and kill her. She didn’t see how someone could be friendly yet hold the threat of violence over you at the same time; didn’t the two contradict each other?

Wasn’t that how everyone was going to be though? Wasn’t that how she was? She was here looking for people, allies most likely – she certainly wasn’t looking for enemies - but she was carrying a loaded crossbow to do so. They were probably just scared like she was. Everybody was going to be keeping one eye on the people around them, considering what they might have to do. It was just what the game did to you.

Nobody came into this game as a killer, but most people became one during it as far as Alice understood.

"If you want to actually step out and face us, it'd help you. Then we at least know you aren't planning on throwing a grenade through that door at us."

It was a different voice this time and it had a definite edge to it that immediately put Alice on alert. It did not promise friendship.

Once again she considered just leaving, it would cost her nothing to leave and she was growing increasingly concerned with this situation. But she was reluctant to leave after coming all this way and she made herself move forwards instead.

She edged closer to the doorway, circling rather than approaching directly so she could look in without being too close. Slowly, the room beyond came into view and with it, its inhabitants. Alice raised her crossbow as the first came into view, a boy; he was large, probably a full foot taller than Alice and heavy. Alice was used to being outsized by her so called peers but not often to this degree.

Her eyes moved to the thin club/rounded dagger thing in his hands. It didn’t look too dangerous but it was still surely a weapon. Unconsciously she tightened her grip on her weapon even more.

The other two came into view and they at least did not give off an aura of danger like the other boy did. The girl who had spoken first was not much larger than Alice herself, though she did at least look her own age, and the final member of what was apparently a trio looked almost as worried as Alice was.

There was a pause as Alice took them in. Then a longer one as no-one said anything. Finally the need to say something got the better of her and Alice spoke.

“I don-don’t want… to hurt anybody.”
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
[+] Spoiler
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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April 8th, 2014, 4:43 am #22

Calm.

He had to remain calm.

Being laidback in almost any situation - no matter how stressful or uneasy - was Will’s greatest strength back home, and here it was his greatest weapon. If there was one thing he knew he was good at, it was remaining level-headed and logical; able to let anxiety and the like wash over him and focus on the facts, on the reality, of what was at hand.

Now was as good a time as any to test just how skilled he was.

Will bit his lip as Lucy and Isaiah spoke, content to take the backseat as they showed a good level of diplomacy as they spoke to the new arrival. He was really truly glad he’d found them this early; they were friends and true allies, sure, but they were doing a much better job of dealing with the new girl than he’d have done by himself. Part of him was ready to sit back and let them deal with it - though he knew he’d feel bad letting them take on the brunt of the work, even if he wouldn’t contribute much in the way of help.

However, not getting a look at her face or whether she was well-armed or not was beginning to wear on him. Will was someone who valued face-to-face conversation, never able to recapture interpersonal talks via text messages or social networking. It stood to reason that if she could get a good look at them and vice-versa that they’d be able to appraise the situation a great deal better than they’d been doing so far - a thought Isaiah had vocalised, though not as kindly as he’d’ve done. At least he hadn’t waffled about it, though - Will appreciated that much.

She’d clearly had a similar idea; stepping into their eyesight just as he’d motioned to move closer to the entranceway. The nervous look that’d lightly quirked across his features almost immediately dissipated as soon as he got a proper look at the girl who’d interrupted their peaceful complacency, replaced by his usual grin. She was tiny - around Lucy’s height, he supposed, though she looked a great deal younger as well. She reminded him of one of those dolls his sister owned, perfect porcelain with eyes as wide as a doe’s. The loaded-crossbow she was holding looked almost harmless in her hands, in spite of how dangerous he knew it was.

So he took a step towards her, making sure to keep his steps measured and soft - not wanting to leap in front of her and freak her out any more than she undoubtedly already was. He figured that such a precaution might be completely nullified if she was truly scared, but it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey,” he said softly. “We won’t bite.”
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The Program 2.5
M22 – Nicholas Rogers – Dark Chocolate Cheesecake
F26 – Theodora Smalls – Candelabra
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Second Chances V2:
G10 – Panya Bishara – Heelies –The Field of FlowersDECEASED“Who’d have thought terrorists would have such terrible fashion sense, huh?”

SOTF-TV V2:
RF4 – Will Brackenrig – Complete Set of Team Rosters – The Aqua-MuseumDECEASED“You’ve... always got...”
BB5 – Marcus Redder – Bear Trap – The Bulls Crap CasinoDECEASED“Papa? Mama?”
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April 8th, 2014, 3:10 pm #23

Well at least this girl didn't seem hostile. She was like a little scared mouse, poor thing. She had a crossbow of some kind though, so Lucy wasn't entirely sure she was safe. Still, chasing her away didn't seem right, so she supposed it would be best to try and calm her down.

"Hey, no worries, we don't either." Lucy smiled, and looked to her side at Will and Isaiah. "We're all safe here, right? Nobody's hostile. I'm Lucy, I'm from Albuquerque."

She stepped forward towards the girl, left hand extended. "Nice to meet you."
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Lucy Williams: He had a point
Riley Parker: Flew too close to the gun
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Nate Chauncey: in a void
Clio Gabriella: Blew her top
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April 10th, 2014, 9:05 am #24

((Skipping Deamon so we can make the deadline))

"Hey, no worries, we don't either."

Everybody was suddenly being nice to her.

“Hey, we won’t bite.”

Both the girl and the smaller of the two boys were moving closer to her now. All the worry and fear that might have been there had gone; the brief flash of it on the boy’s face had gone as soon as he had seen her. They weren’t scared of her or her crossbow now that they had gotten a good look at her, at how small and obviously weak she was.

"We're all safe here, right? Nobody's hostile. I'm Lucy, I'm from Albuquerque."

Now that they were sure she wasn’t a threat they wanted to befriend her. That was good right? Wasn’t that what she wanted? She needed allies to survive here; she wouldn’t make it on her own.

Then why did Alice feel more worried than ever?

Maybe she felt vulnerable, now that she was so exposed. She had originally intended to use the threat of her crossbow as a shield, rather than using it as a weapon. She was essentially using fear to protect herself and now that these people were so obviously not scared she felt out in the open with nothing to protect her.

There was one other problem. None of them had a gold bandana.

As much as she was sure her teammates would not be able to help her, not want to help her, she was even more sure that her teammates were the only people in this game who wouldn’t try to kill her.

The large boy hadn’t moved, hadn’t said anything yet. He still held that strange weapon in his hand.

While the group was trying to befriend her any bond they made would have to be broken eventually. Like it or not this game had made them enemies and only one team or one person was going to make it out. And if even her own team wouldn’t want her then someone not on her team definitely wouldn’t, even temporarily.

It would make more sense for them to kill her and be one step closer to winning.

Really, the only advantage Alice brought to a group was her weapon and a few extra supplies and those things could just as easily be taken from her as shared.

And now that they weren’t scared of her anymore there was nothing stopping them from robbing her. Or worse.

Alice looked at the girl’s outstretched hand like it might bite her. She took a small step back and held onto her crossbow possessively.

“No.”

The idea of her being able to protect herself by being too scary to challenge; it was an absurd idea as soon as she had it. The thought that she could intimidate someone into leaving her alone just by waving a crossbow around.

She felt like a sheep in wolves clothing as soon as she tried it.

Now she felt like the clothing had fallen away and the rest of the pack had realised what she was. She felt like she was about to be eaten.

“St-stay away.”
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
[+] Spoiler
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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April 10th, 2014, 2:38 pm #25

The girl still seemed panicked; Lucy wondered if she was just skittish or if she was nervous about something. She doubted people were planning violence so early, but still...

"C'mon, don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt-" Lucy was interrupted as this strange girl reacted to her movement in the exact way Lucy hadn't hoped.

When the scared girl pulled away and pulled back her crossbow-thing, Lucy acted without thinking, and reflexively moved to grab the sheathed sabre.
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Lucy Williams: He had a point
Riley Parker: Flew too close to the gun
[+] Spoiler
Nate Chauncey: in a void
Clio Gabriella: Blew her top
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April 11th, 2014, 10:44 am #26

Please. Please just let me walk away. Don’t follow me, don’t try to attack me. I just want to leave, just let me leave.

As Alice pulled away the girl started to say something but the words swirled through the air without ever reaching her. Alice wasn’t listening anymore, she wasn’t paying attention; her worries and fears had given a narrative to what was happening that blocked out any other information.

These people were going to kill her if she stayed here. They might pretend to be her allies for a while but eventually they would kill her, either for her weapon, her supplies or because the game wouldn’t let them all survive.

She had to get out of there.

Alice had pulled her crossbow closer to her body as she stepped back, fully aware it was her only lifeline and sudden afraid it was going to be taken from her. The action prompted to girl to make a grab for her own weapon, a decorative sheathe and a sword which Alice had not seen until now.

Seeing the weapon and the hand so close to grabbing it solidified in her mind the fact that she was about to be killed. Not knowing what else to do and scared beyond all other rational thought Alice closed her eyes tightly and thrust her weapon forward with both hands, hoping to ward off her attacker.

“I said STAY BACK!”

She was gripping the weapon tightly, a little too tightly in fact as she could feel the moment the catch on the trigger released as she finally squeezed it hard enough to fire. Despite never having heard any of the sounds before the bowstring snapping forward followed almost immediately by a dull thump as it impacted something resistant yet yielding were instantly identifiable.

Everything seemed painfully silent as she opened her eyes to see what or, as she dreaded, who she had hit.

“oh.”
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
[+] Spoiler
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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April 11th, 2014, 2:53 pm #27

Lucy didn't expect the girl to fire.

She didn't mean to scare her.

Lucy saw the bolt fly past her.

She heard a thud; she didn't look.

Then she did.

Lucy felt time stop for a moment.

Then she put her hand on her sword again.

"Why?" She said, her words laced in ice.

"Why did you do that?"

Lucy walked past the girl, the murderer now, and stormed out of the building as fast as she could, and didn't look back.

In retrospect, that was a poor choice.

((Lucy Williams' story continues in Judicator))
[+] Spoiler
Lucy Williams: He had a point
Riley Parker: Flew too close to the gun
[+] Spoiler
Nate Chauncey: in a void
Clio Gabriella: Blew her top
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April 11th, 2014, 10:23 pm #28

It was funny how everything could go from slow to fast in an instant. The funniest thing was that despite training for the snap for most of his life Isaiah had failed to react to the most important one of his life.

Granted it was the most unconventional snap of his life but he should have been able to see the signs, to read the tension that was in the room, just waiting for the catalyst to trigger it. That catalyst had been Lucy going to draw her sword and before Isaiah could react the girl with the crossbow had fired.

He felt the bolt pierce through his chest and embed itself in something. That something was probably important. He fell back onto his ass and then tipped onto his side. The pain then followed as the blood started to flow.

Lucy turned to look at him then looked away. She said something to the girl and then started to walk out.

"Lucy...wait." His voice was too quiet and his voice cracked. He also tasted blood in his mouth; he must have been hit in a lung or something. He rolled onto his back and pain flared up again. She had left him. In the end he hadn't meant shit. He felt stupid.

He could imagine Serena telling him he was an idiot for not asking. Suzanne telling him to go for it if he felt like he honestly liked her and Rachael mocking him for not being able to ask despite his cocky attitude. Not that their opinions mattered now.

In the end only Isaiah's thoughts mattered to him in his final moments and the only thoughts he had were regrets.
SP2: ISAIAH HALL: DECEASED
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.
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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."
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F17: Martha Stock - Game Over - Shovel - "But hey it's not all bad, I mean look at this lovely weather."
Currently bleeding out in It's not like its for real or anything, right?
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April 11th, 2014, 11:51 pm #29

Will stared.

He stared at the blood that was steadily congealing around Isaiah’s chest, unable to look away from the body of the boy whom, merely a minute earlier, had been casually chatting with him and Lucy. He’d let her leave, making no effort to stop her as she spat acidly at the other girl - the murderous girl whose name was still unknown to them - and fled, leaving the room empty aside from him and Isaiah’s body and the shaking girl beside him. The world felt fuzzy, as though each of his senses was disconnected from the others; the blood around Isaiah’s wound the only thing he was able to focus on, able to think about.

“You bitch! You fucking bitch!”

The words felt disconnected as they fell from his mouth, as if he weren’t really saying them, as though the bitterness and anger that punctuated every syllable was coming from somewhere else. He’d let his guard down for just a second; let himself be fooled by her docile and delicate appearance. It was so stupid, in retrospect. The game took all sorts, he’d known that every since his very first episode, and he shouldn’t have let first impressions or appearances change what’d been drummed into him the last few years of his life.

He wouldn’t be so stupid next time.

He balled his hands by his sides, struggling against the urge to throw his fist into her face, the urge to release every frustration and emotion that was bubbling within him onto her. She deserved it. She’d taken out Isaiah, a perfectly normal, average dude, and though Will wasn’t about to claim the guy would forever be like that, he most certainly was when this girl had seen fit to murder him. And all she could respond with was a pitiful “oh”?

It made him feel sick, and it made him feel anxious, and it made him feel so many things other than the perfect calmness he’d been maintaining since the start.

He had to get out of there, had to try and scrap back some of what this girl had torn away from him and become calm once more.

Will kept his eyes on the girl as he grabbed his bags roughly with one hand and roughly hoisted them over his shoulder before retrieving his dossier with the other. He paused for a second, struggling to find some parting words to give to this girl, something to make her really feel the impact of what she’d done to Isaiah and to Lucy and to him, but it was useless. No words could adequately articulate it.

He turned on his heel and began running as as fast as he could, his body on autopilot as he fled the area, with no regard or care for the girl he’d left behind.

((Will Brackenrig continued Eat Fresh))
Current Characters:

The Program 2.5
M22 – Nicholas Rogers – Dark Chocolate Cheesecake
F26 – Theodora Smalls – Candelabra
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Second Chances V2:
G10 – Panya Bishara – Heelies –The Field of FlowersDECEASED“Who’d have thought terrorists would have such terrible fashion sense, huh?”

SOTF-TV V2:
RF4 – Will Brackenrig – Complete Set of Team Rosters – The Aqua-MuseumDECEASED“You’ve... always got...”
BB5 – Marcus Redder – Bear Trap – The Bulls Crap CasinoDECEASED“Papa? Mama?”
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April 16th, 2014, 2:50 pm #30

“oh.”

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

She hadn’t wanted…

She didn’t me…

He wasn…

That…

Wh…

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Alice’s thoughts were in disarray, scattered around her mind in a thousand pieces. Whatever had been on her mind before that arrow had flown, before she had… it was gone now, long forgotten. There was only one, certain, solid thought in her mind now.

She had killed someone.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen”

It was barely a whisper. Said so quietly you could barely call them words. The world turned and everything went on regardless of them being spoken.

“I’m not meant to be the killer.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the arrow, off the body – though she pointedly kept her eyes away from the place the two met – or the growing puddle of blood. She’d done this. There was no escaping that. A few seconds ago that body had been a person, a living, breathing person until she had made a mistake.

He’d fallen so quickly.

“I didn’t mean to h-hurt anyone.”

Still her voice wouldn’t come, still her words changed nothing.

The girl was still beside her, saying something and with her hand now firmly gripping the sword’s handle. Alice should have been scared; she should have screamed, should have run. She did nothing but continue to stare.

The girl could have drawn her sword and swung to end her life and still Alice wouldn’t have reacted.

But she didn’t. She left, instead.

Then the other boy approached her.

Alice had almost forgotten about him, concerned with the other two as she was. He was yelling, cursing; Alice actually turned away from the body in surprise to look at him. Alice didn’t know him, but the anger didn’t look right on his face; he didn’t look like a person who got angry easily.

She still couldn’t concentrate, the words were fuzzy and meaningless to her, but the venom, the hatred they conveyed came across loud and clear. It was enough to bring Alice back to herself, being confronted with that anger, that hatred. It was her greatest fear, before she had been brought her and she had real things to fear like death and torture, to have someone hate her like this.

She opened her mouth to speak but froze when she realised she had nothing she could say.

She wanted to apologise, to explain. She was scared. She thought they were going to kill her. She hadn’t meant to fire, she just wanted them to stay away from her. She thought the crossbow would scare them away. She hadn’t meant to hit him, she had her eyes closed at the time. It was an accident.

There was no point in saying any of this. An apology wouldn’t make up for what she had done and there was no explanation that would make it ok.

He grabbed his pack and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He moved for the door and Alice stepped out of his way. A few seconds later she heard the door creaking open and the whistling of the wind outside, then the door closed by itself and the building was bathed in silence.

Now that she was alone, the dam finally broke. She dropped her crossbow to the ground with a clatter and dropped to her knees a moment later. She hunched her back, covered her face with her hands and screamed, long and loud.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each time was shorter than the last and the third scream broke off into choked sobs. She lowered herself until she was on her knees with her head pressed to the ground, her hands still covering her face and catching her tears so that they ran between her fingers. She continued to be wracked by sobs as she sat in that position, every now and then a weak, short-lived scream escaping as well.

This was truly the stuff of nightmares. She could not believe that any of this was real and even though she knew it was a small part of herself held on to the hope that she was trapped in a nightmare and would eventually wake up.

But this was a fresh nightmare. She had felt close to the edge of death during that last experience, when the girl had reached for her sword she had felt sure that she would die; this was the kind of nightmare she expected from SOTF. She expected fear, pain, terror and eventually death.

But never in her worst moments had she thought she would be the one to inflict it.

After however knew how long the sobbing stopped, the screaming stopped, and Alice just lay with her head resting on the ground as she worked to get her breath back. She raised her head tentatively, slowly, and looked around the room as if it might have changed since she last saw it.

She was alone again, like she had been when she had first woken up, alone except for the dead body and this time it was so much worse.

Alice was not a social person, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be; she chose isolation, most of the time, because she knew that being around people who didn’t want you around was so much worse than being alone. But now she would have taken any company, anybody at all, if it meant she didn’t have to be alone and relive this moment over and over.

Before she was only haunted by vague nightmares based on what little she had seen and heard of this show. Now that she had experience it first hand, and bloodied her own hands in the process, she would be plagued by much worse.

As much as she feared another experience like this one, Alice knew she wouldn’t survive on her own for long.

She got to her feet. She had to get ready to leave, but first she wanted to do something.

She walked towards the body. Her white trainers were stained red as she stepped into the puddle of blood.

Apologies meant nothing, not for something this big. They meant even less to the dead, but she had to say it anyway.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I… I didn’t mean… This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

What was she even doing? She didn’t even know this boy’s name. She must look like an idiot to the audience at home; a little girl apologising to a dead body, apologising for killing them.

“I’m sorry… you had to pay… because I was scared.”

That was about as good as she was going to be able to do.

She hurried back to her crossbow, carefully picking it up, a lot more cautious with it now that she had seen what it could do, and went out into the lobby to retrieve her bag. Through the glass door it didn’t look like the weather had improved much in her time here; it was going to be cold.

She pulled her red cloak tighter around her body and pushed open the door. The cold bit into her as soon as there was space enough for the wind to come through but she pushed through it and outside.

((Alice Young continued If You Hit a Wall, Hit It Hard))
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
[+] Spoiler
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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