Aching Chest and Blurry Sight

Joined: October 11th, 2006, 3:08 pm

March 21st, 2011, 5:43 pm #1

((Cisco Vasquez continued from The Moment of Truth))

((Because it's been two weeks, dammit.))

He had barely eaten, barely slept, barely washed in the last 24 hours with more than half the students that arrived here dead and the announcements to give him something to pay attention to.

But most of all, Cisco Vasquez was scared as all fuck as he found himself at the crumpled remains of a cell phone tower that according to Mike Maszer would have helped them figure out exactly where they were in the world. Yet it wasn't the repeated realization that he and whoever was left on this island were probably in the middle of goddamn nowhere. No, he realized that when he woke up on a flatbed truck beside Carol Channing('s songs on a vinyl).

Of course, there was no escaping the realization that Death either was or had been here. Or several other people had been here carrying out Death's will. Nothing else could really explain the two corpses gathering maggots and other vermin to the hellish stench that emanated from them, around a collapsed and rusting structure. Unless he'd started hallucinating, which wasn't entirely out of his ability what with him eating whatever Mike or Josee could spare for him and barely getting any sleep.

But that wasn't what was scaring Cisco either.

See, the last time he thought he had wrapped his mind around something that actually needed doing was barely a day ago, and he was surprised he had focused himself on that direction long enough to get where it was supposed to lead him. Although his bag had gone missing back in the Woods, he even managed to put aside his differences with his arch-nemesis (something quite easy to do in his erstwhile fragmented state of mind) and follow him until they emerged from the swamp. From there, the cellphone tower was in sight, a mangled yet very visible marker. it inspired him, invigorated him.

Even though he had no idea what would happen next, he began to make the ascent up the mountains with his remaining strength, stopping whenever he thought he saw something moving that wasn't Josee or Mike. It might have been that he was starting to hallucinate there as well. But he did eventually find his way up here, and when he did, he realized he'd gotten here first out of his group.

Thus, what scared Cisco was that this single impulsive action had left him up here separated and with nobody else in sight that he could 'trust.'

He was alone for the first time in who knew how long.

And vulnerable.

But mostly alone.


"No need to worry," he told himself in a shaky wheeze, "the others would get here soon." At least he told himself that for the first 15 seconds after he stopped. Then he stopped telling himself that, switching it for "They'll be here soon! I know it!" followed by "Oh god please be here somebody" and eventually trailing off and dropping sentence structure altogether and collapsing into incoherent mumbling.

The only thing he could cling to that didn't emanate an intolerable stench was his ever-loyal "music." And that was only if he didn't open the sleeve it had slumbered silently in since he left the Key and the little boat Liberty.

With other people.

And with Death in hot pursuit, waiting for a moment like this to catch him alone.

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March 21st, 2011, 8:03 pm #2

((Josée Trembley continued from The Moment of Truth.))

It had been a seemingly long and tiring journey, but up in the distance, Josée could vaguely see the top of an unstable and rusting cell phone tower; that must have been where Cisco had rushed off to. The mountains were getting steeper and steeper, it was getting tricky for Josée to keep moving as her breath began to get fainter, but managed to scramble to the top to see Cisco staring up at the tower, clutching his vinyl-shaped lifeline as he did. Josée began to catch her breath as she managed a smile. "Well this is it aright, good thing we're not looking for a cell signal." She chuckled as she went over to lean on Cisco's shoulder for breath for a couple of seconds, then straightened herself and realised that Mike was still behind her, and OC was... Josée didn't have a clue where he had got to, he was following them, right...

Come to think of it, Josée hadn't seen him since they started their journey to the tower. Looking out nervously into the distance, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. "OC! Are you out there!" She shouted, completely forgetting that she was supposed to be keeping quiet. "Hello!" She was actually starting to get a bit worried, what if something had happened to him? He had only just found him and he could have already died as soon as Josée turned her back. Josée knew that this island was dangerous... But was it really that dangerous?
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March 23rd, 2011, 4:05 am #3

((Meredith Hemmings continued from The Gods Hate Us))

Meredith, otherwise known as Pandora Black, had finally left the tunnels, fairly convinced that Celeste was not returning. It wasn't that she wanted Celeste to return, no, but... Meredith would have appreciated the company? It sounded cheesy to say, but yes, she wanted to follow Celeste to wherever she was going, but Celeste didn't seem to want any company except her supposed boyfriend. Whatever. It was over now, and Meredith was alone, just as it should be. She couldn't really imagine herself partnering up with anyone anyway. It wasn't like she was the most relatable gal in the park.

It had taken the girl a great deal of time to figure out what her ultimate goal in the game was. Did she want to win? No. That would be sacrificing herself to the Beast. That's what he wanted! Meredith didn't want to feed that fat gluttonous pig any further. Did she want to kill and unleash her piteous human desires? Well, not exactly. Sure, it would be nice to get back at some of the idiots who plagued her past life, but she didn't want to sink to their level. That's not to say that she wouldn't kill if she had to. Sometimes there were no choices in matters.

She finally decided that her goal would be to get the word out. Inform people about their situation, anyone. Families, friends, whatever. It sounded sort of silly, like something a girl scout might do (okay, maybe not), but Pandora was already making head-way, right? Celeste had sort of scribbled in her Book of Life. She hadn't exactly wrote the emotional monologue that Meredith was expecting, but it was a start, yes?

Meredith would force everyone she came upon to write in her book, and after she was dead and her corpse was excavated from the island, her book would be discovered. It would sway people to tears! It would be published, and everyone would read it, and it would be amazing. Meredith would be somewhat famous. Dead, but a bit famous. It didn't even matter that half the letters and things that students wrote in past versions of Survival of the Fittest never surfaced above the game itself, but she wasn't letting her hopes die. Her Book of Life would not be a waste of time, and her pleadings would not be in vain!

After quite a bit of walking (Meredith decided she wasn't built for walking or other physical activities, sans some acrobatic training. See: her attempt at dodge ball during senior year), the girl came upon a slightly rusty structure. She could only assume that it was the cell phone tower that her map illustrated, but it seemed like anything but. Was this really a tower? It was so... dingy.

Meredith's mind was working in complete overdrive in order to figure out the symbolic significance of the cell phone tower, but she was coming up empty. That's okay. Not everything needed a reason or a meaning.

And then it popped into her head as if God himself were speaking to her. Right, it was so obvious! So clear! Cell phone towers represented communication! This particular cell phone tower was rusty and disused, obviously not usable anymore, so... why, yes. It represented A LACK OF COMMUNICATION! Holy Bloody Mary. Meredith dropped down where she was sitting with absolutely no regard to her safety or whether anyone was around to, well, try and attack her. She didn't care. This is what was important right now.

The lack of communication is a pivotal point to this game. People die due to misunderstands. People don't talk to each other because they're paranoid. Trust is rare, and people are hesitant to trust what anyone else says. But where does the Beast play into this? There's no lack of communication on his end, in fact, he communicates quite freely. Maybe that's the irony? But! What about-

Her pen scratched quickly across the paper in her notebook, and she was so deep inside her thoughts that she almost didn't hear a shout in the distance. It was a female voice calling for an "OC." Meredith's head popped up, black hair falling into her face, and she looked around through the veil of her dark locks. She didn't see this OC person, but then again, she didn't know who OC was. Was that a nickname, much like Meredith's own Pandora? Ah, maybe OC was his soul's name too!

I have my notebook out and stuff. I might as well go over there and ask if they wanna sign my book. No harm in that, right?

Meredith Hemmings gathered her things and walked over to Josée and Cisco. She didn't get too close, she kept her distance in case they were armed, but she let her presence be known. She managed something that one would consider a friendly wave and spoke, her voice slow and superbly dramatic as per usual. "I may not be OC, but my presence is just as welcome, right?" She gave a mysterious smile, hugging her book against her chest. "I'm just here to ask a favor, that's all. Nothing more, nothing less. Then I'll leave, promise."

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March 27th, 2011, 9:44 pm #4

((Mike Maszer continued from The Moment of Truth))

Mike had somehow managed to fall behind his own group. Their enthusiasm was wonderful, though, keeping his own energy and optimism high. They had a plan. They knew what they were going to do. They were going to make it off this island. For the first time, Danya's game was going to come apart at the seams.

And then, the worst surprise of Mike's island time came. All of a sudden, he found himself looking at the face of the biggest killer on the island.


((Maxwell Crowe continued from Down the Road, Not Across the Street))


Maxwell seemed awfully confused for someone with almost a dozen kills under his belt, but Mike didn't have time to wonder about that. After all, the two boys had basically just bumped into each other out of nowhere. Mike knew there was only one thing to do: He had to protect his friends. He had to lead Maxwell away.

"Come get me, then," he called out, and took off running.

((Mike Maszer continued in Endings & Beginnings))

A very confused Maxwell Crowe watched the other boy leave. He was clearly unstable to some degree. He vaguely recognized Mike, but couldn't get bring any specific memories to mind. Nothing from the announcements, he thought.

With a shrug, Max continued uphill, finally coming to the ruins of a cell phone tower. There were people there. There was also a girl impaled on the wreckage, just hidden from the others' view. Max froze. The girl... no, she didn't have blue hair. He shouldn't have been relieved, but he was.

He took a couple steps forward, and called, "Uh, hello. It's Max. You didn't kill that girl, did you?"

He gestured to the body without looking at it. He'd be fine if he pretended it wasn't really there.

"Also, have you seen Maria Graham?"

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April 1st, 2011, 4:44 pm #5

Okay, so it wasn't Death that caught him, or caught up to him. It was definitely Joseé Tremblay, the girl whose side Cisco had faithfully stuck to (among other things) looking for her crazed brother while he looked for his stuff and Joe...wherever Joe went.

"I may not be OC, but my presence is just as welcome, right?..." came the familiar voice of a familiar girl holding a familiar book to her chest. All three familiarities fell into one common theme as Cisco turned around to find the source.

"I'm just here to ask a favor, that's all. Nothing more, nothing less. Then I'll leave, promise."

Ah, Meredith. Or as she preferred to be called - complete with flourishes and tildes - ~*`PANDORA BLACK`*~. The one person even Cisco would admit was a bigger whore for attention than he was. And yet - somewhat predictably - he couldn't remember the last time she got mentioned within the announcements. He couldn't figure out why. Not at first. Maybe Death had the power to take on the form of some Abby Sciuto-like succubus too...though neither form's supposed seductiveness could break through his cloud of swirling thought patterns. Either way there was something eerily trustworthy in her presence. Like she wasn't really that much of a threat or Joseé would protect him (or worse came to worse, they'd both get him and make it painless.)

"Sure...uh..." he began, slowly getting back on his feet. He held his 'sweet music' under one arm instead of hugging it close to his chest as his arms had almost frozen in that position from holding it that way for the past few days. "What's that you got there?"

He couldn't help but eye that book though, his attention once again focusing on something so marvelously trivial that the book might as well have been pulling a Nietzschean stare back. Maybe that was Death's weapon instead of the scythe. No wait, Death wouldn't usually be that...obvious to use something out of an animé. Or maybe that's what they wanted him to think.

Fortunately, his slippery descent into panic was slowed by the presence of another person that didn't turn out to be his arch-nemesis.

"Uh, hello. It's Max. You didn't kill that girl, did you?"

I kinda wish I did.
"fuck i did not just think that," Cisco muttered out loud. Once again, fortune had saved him by showing him that Max didn't hear Cisco regretting thinking about wanting to kill someone out loud. Hopefully.

"Also, have you seen Maria Graham?"

That didn't stop him from giving a reply like he just got caught anyway.

"NO- I mean no...haven't seen her...what gave you that idea?" he stammered, sweat starting to bead down his forehead.

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April 3rd, 2011, 6:14 am #6

((Gracie Wainwright continued from Pretty Handsome Awkward ))

Gracie trudged up the mountain. Why, why had she even suggested this cell tower? She had no idea. Maybe she could post it and her fans could help her figure it all out. She stopped for a moment filled with a great wave of homesickness. Why’d she gone on this stupid trip anyway? Camping, with no internet, what had she been thinking?

As she neared the tower she could make out four of her classmates. She was surprised to see them gathered here. The sawmill, which had bunks and running water was virtually empty, but here on the top of the mountain, here they all were.

“Wow that didn’t sound guilty at all,” Gracie said breaking into the conversation as she came to a stop a few feet from them. “Who exactly have we not seen?”

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April 3rd, 2011, 6:49 am #7

((Teo Weinstock continued from Pretty Handsome Awkward))

As the trio crested the next rise Teo paused for a second to take another drink from his water bottle. Not much left now. During this short break Gracie had pulled ahead of the two boys and before Teo could drag her away she had already opened her big mouth. "Damn it." He muttered and he unslung his crossbow and motioned to Nick to keep his weapon at hand just in case. No matter how many times he had cautioned the girl on staying out of sight and being smart about approaching groups she would just skip over there like they were a bunch of girls checking out a new dress. Teo was honestly starting to regret bringing her along, even if it was somewhat of a nice sight to be watching the behind of.

Teo quickly ran through the mental list of killers as he glanced over the four figures. Maxwell, Josée, Meredith and Cisco. No, none of them rang a bell for him. Something nudged the back of his mind.

"Cisco Vasquez took a page out of the ninja handbook in cutting the throat of Katelyn Wescott."

Son of a bitch he'd almost forgotten that. Stepping up the pace he helled at Gracie while pointing his crossbow at Cisco. "Gracie! Get away, he's a killer. The rest of you stand right where you fucking are or you'll get a crossbow bolt to the chest!" The four certainly looked moderately calm and collected but Teo wasn't about to take any risks. As soon as he found out what weapons they had and if they had any spare food thats when he might consider relaxing but right now he was on edge. Cisco had better have had a good reason for killing Katelyn.

Despite getting a fair amount of sleep and being comparatively hydrated and well fed Teo was feeling it. His hand hovered nervously over the trigger. Regardless of whether he knew it or not he really did mean what he said. The first person who moved suddenly was probably going to get shot.

A glint of metal shone off the sunlight and Teo narrowed his eyes glancing between the four frantically.

Was Maxwell carrying a gun? Maxwell; the name rang out familiar. The killer. Was it Lombardi or Crowe? Shit. He couldn't remember. Can't make mistakes. Teo panicked. Swinging the crossbow from Cisco to Maxwell he squeezed the trigger.

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B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED

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April 3rd, 2011, 7:57 pm #8

((Sorry, but the next announcement will be read soon and Josée needs to hear the sixth announcement to find out that her brother has killed someone.))

It seemed like OC was nowhere in sight, Josée turned to Cisco. "Shit." She muttered under her breath. "I don't think he's anywhere nearby, perhaps we should-" Josée was cut off by a new voice, Josée took a cautious step back when she saw a girl approach her with what appeared to be nothing more then a notebook and pen.

"I may not be OC, but my presence is just as welcome, right? I'm just here to ask a favor, that's all. Nothing more, nothing less. Then I'll leave, promise."

Josée wasn't sure what to think, it could be some sort of trap, perhaps this mysterious girl was trying to get her close so she could push them both off the mountain. "I don't know." Josée shouted back, trying to sound intimidating. "What kind of favour are we talking about here?" Josée couldn't help but notice that Mike had been stopped by someone a couple of feet down the mountain. She could faintly hear the words, "Come and get me." as Mike ran off in the other direction and out of Josée's line of sight. "Mike! Where are you going, the tower's this way!" She shouted to the other boy who seemed to just watch as Mike ran, "Why the Hell did he run away from you!"

Suddenly a nearby speaker was filled with gruff noises as the announcement began. Josée was preying that she didn't hear OC's or Remy's name mentioned but it quicky became apparent that Josée was out of luck.

"Our first man down was Alexander Seymour, who was stabbed by Remy Kim. The danger zone clock might have won the race with blood loss, but we're certainly crediting Mr. Kim for that one."

"Oh fuck! That's all I need!" Josée kicked the dirt in disgust, she was afraid that something like this was going to happen, and now it had. "Did you hear that Cisco? I knew this would happen! I knew if we left him alone, he would turn to beating the shit out of the first person who bloody breathed on him." She clutched her head in her hands. "How could I be so stupid. How can this day get any worse."

"Gracie! Get away, he's a killer. The rest of you stand right where you fucking are or you'll get a crossbow bolt to the chest!"

Josée turned to see a huge wooden crossbow pointed right at Cisco, Josée put her hand on his shoulder. "Cisco..." She whispered to his ear. "The day, just got worse." She turned to the boy who was threatening them and tried not to look suspicious. "Now we don't want any trouble. Cisco didn't kill her deliberately, it was all an accident. Please, just stop pointing that thing at us and we'll -"

The crossbow was fired. Josée screamed and dived on Cisco, knocking them both to the ground. Josée couldn't speak, she couldn't comprehend the fact that she was almost completely skewered. She hang onto Cisco for saftey, not wanting to look up, tears began to stream from her eyes.

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April 3rd, 2011, 8:56 pm #9

((Skipping to get this out of the way. It'll be quick.))

Everything went to pieces in ridiculously short order. Max was confused by the somewhat guilty reply from the freaky-looking guy. He was then surprised by the newcomers. One of them called out the other guy on sounding really suspicious and killer-like or something. That was good. It meant Max wasn't the only sane one here. Maybe these other people would know what had happened to Maria.

Then one of the guys with the sane girl was talking, and he was telling them all to stay still. Apparently, crazy guy really was a killer. That... that made Max really hope that he hadn't seen Maria. It made him hope Maria kept far, far away from him.

He was trying to comply with the guy's orders to stay still, trying to keep from spooking him, when he saw the crossbow-wielder's eyes dart downwards. Max followed their gaze, and saw his gun, sticking out of his pocket. He'd pretty much forgotten he had it, since the time where he panicked back near the start of the game.

Then a crossbow bolt closed the distance between Max and the guy, and embedded itself in his skull. There was a flash of pain and color, and he toppled to the ground. By the time he impacted, he was no longer thinking.

B019, Maxwell Crowe: DECEASED

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April 5th, 2011, 10:41 pm #10

((Nick LeMonde continued from Pretty Handsome Awkward ))

Nick had mostly ambled along behind Teo and Gracie with his new weapon, the pilfered katana. At the very least, he injured himself less on it than he did with the hunga munga. Gracie decided on the phone tower and he supposed that was just fine. It was another structure that could be used as a base and one that was less likely to attract as many visitors as the saw mill. All in all, not a bad plan.

Soon there were voices up ahead. Gracie went forward and Teo motioned for him to keep his sword at the ready. Nick nodded and held it up. Up ahead were the source of the voices and among them was Cisco who'd cut a girl's head off, if he remembered correctly. The girl with him pleaded with them when Teo raised the cross bow, saying it was an accident.

"He accidentally cut someone's head off?"

Just as he asked, the cross bow bolt went whizzing by and came to rest quite neatly in the forehead of one of the boys. Nick looked wide eyed at the boy for a moment, then at Teo.

"Hey! You just killed him, I'm pretty sure!"

He was in sort of a shock. But.......wasn't that hypocritical of him? He was a murdered too, or did he forget so easily? No, it wasn't that he forgot, just that he knew he wasn't a murderer. Maybe he'd killed someone but he wasn't a killer. There was no logic in it, but he believed it all the same.

He swallowed and looked at Gracie, then Teo again.

"I think you just killed him."

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- Today at 8:38 PM
imagine this happening in life
and you pissed off a cop and he made you live with some incontinent sodafreak

05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not kill a policeman
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not steal his helmet
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not defecate in his helmet and mail it to his grieving family.
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not steal it again

17:06 Ruggawork An orison is a prayer
17:07 trash i don't know why i thought it was a bird
17:07 trash who looks at random ass words and thinks "huh what does that mean? whatever it's probably a bird"

14:11 Imehal Lovely.
14:11 Imehal Read that again.

20:16Meeemz Half the drag queens on Drag Race would beg to differ.

21:07craft i
21:07craft am a fan of blowjbs.
21:07craft nods sagely
21:07Rugga ?
21:07Rugga Does that mean you get a lot of them or give a lot?
21:07craft yes
21:07craft wait
21:07Rugga ....

22:31Mimi THOUGHTU
22:31mudkip MIMI'S TURN
22:31Ruggahissy Thougt
22:31Ruggahissy THOUGHT
22:31Mimi HOUGHT
22:31Ruggahissy We got it
22:31Mimi THOUGHT
22:31Ruggahissy WE GOT IT
22:31Mimi we did good
22:32Mimi we're a good team

22:46 Meeemz I love dicks, though
22:46 Meeemz er
22:46 Rugga Sig quote
22:46 NaftUm
22:46 Meeemz dicky characters
22:46 Meeemz GOD NO

19:45 BikrikiI am pretty sure we can built a bridge to jerking off

00:11 Ruggahissy Not if you wrap it in duct tape
00:11 MurderWeasel There's a fiberglass core.
00:12 MurderWeasel And the foam is some special sort you buy directly from another dimension using souls as currency or something.
00:12 Ruggahissy.........

14:42 Bikriki JA! Stick it in ze boot!
14:43 Rugga I LOVE THIS KID
14:43 Bikriki adds that to list of sexual euphemisms
14:43 Skyler_Phone You have a list?
14:43 Bikriki <.<
14:43 Bikriki >.>
14:43 Bikriki No...

Victoria says:
Oh wait, I totally forgot to tell you last night because I was busy whoring
Mimi says:

16:42 KamiKaze I've always wondered what using a fleshlight feels like.
16:42 KamiKaze Too bad I'm not special because God didn't give me a penis. ):


Ruggahissy this dress makes me feel like I should be having tea with the mad hatter. Not getting felt up by drunk Germans
Dom don't let them go down the rab-

09:51 Vicky We did a good job, didn't we, Meemz?
09:51 Mimi not really, no



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