Alive Out of Habit

Megami
Mr. Danya
Joined: September 22nd, 2006, 2:13 am

March 24th, 2008, 6:13 am #1

((Continued from Walk Amongst the Dead))

Under normal circumstances, the word 'hospital' might stir up images of nurses in pink or blue scrubs, doctors in white coats, white walls, pastel chairs, and an overall clean and sterilized atmosphere. As Kallie Majors (Female Student no. 7) emerged from the dense foliage of the jungle, that was not what she found in front of her. For a moment, she wondered whether or not she had actually stumbled upon the hospital at all.

After all, Kallie's bad sense of direction had been quite the hinderance to her throughout the game. Nearby, she could see the body of one of her classmates lying face down on the ground. Further away was another face -- a girl -- lying in a pool of her own blood. She was near what looked to be a freshly dug hole, and Kallie didn't want to speculate what could be inside.

Thoughts of Danya's announcement early that morning cascaded through her mind. She vaguely remembered him mentioning something about how the "hospital group" should bury the fetus lying on the ground outside. It hadn't even registered up until now, but Kallie's stomach suddenly churned at the fact that someone's unborn baby could be -- and probably was -- lying in that shallow grave.

She could only assume that the two kids lying on the ground (one of whom she didn't know and one she recognized as the captain of the football team, Evelyn Richinson) were part of the "hospital group" that Danya had referred to.

But... what had happened to them?

Evelyn looked to have been stabbed in the neck judging by her wound, and the other boy seemed to have a scalpel protruding from his chest. Had they gotten into a struggle and killed one another? Had they killed themselves? Kallie didn't think Evelyn had a boyfriend.

In fact, people had always made up rumors of her being a lesbian, although it was only because she played football. It wasn't something Kallie had ever believed... and besides that, it was a horrible thing to be thinking about while standing in a presence of the former girl. Kallie stared at the blonde girl for a long while and a visible frown formed across her features.

Kallie sighed quietly and brushed a clump of disheveled blonde hair away from her eyes. It had been a reasonably long walk from the graveyard to the hospital, and she was exhausted from the trip. She had stumbled around the jungle for a while, and she wasn't entirely sure if Guy and Alice were still somewhere behind her or not.

She hoped she hadn't lost them again. The last thing she possibly needed at that moment was to spend yet another night on the island alone, and night was quickly speeding toward them. Then again, for all she knew, they could've only been steps behind her.

Kallie had been so lost in her own thoughts during her trek through the jungle that she hadn't paid much attention to her surroundings. In retrospect, it had been a foolish action, but luckily for her, nothing bad had come of it. In fact, she had been able to sort out her thoughts at least somewhat and had managed to calm herself down and rid herself of some of the shellshock that had plagued her over the past forty-eight hours.

Still, so many questions had been left unanswered, and although she had managed to make peace with some of the events that had unfolded, more questions only seemed to pop up in their place. Her resolve to find Darnell and Keith still remained, and running into Guy at the graveyard had furthered her resolve to find the other two boys. The longer the game drew, though, the less likely she was to find them alive and well.

The corpses littering the area were a painful reminder of that fact.

Kallie's eyes finally tore away from the bodies and focused on the small building in front of her. It seemed to be deserted, and she heard no noises in the immediate area to indicate any sort of lifeforms lurking around in the bushes. Still, it was better to check and be positive than go rushing inside and running right into the barrel of the gun.

Unsheathing her sword, Kallie moved over to the window of the hospital and peered inside. Nothing... except for a somewhat dark reception room. It looked like the building had only three rooms. Unfortunately, the doors to the other two rooms were closed, making it impossible to discern whether or not someone was lurking inside.

She could go in now, but there was no telling what might be lurking inside the building. No. Instead, Kallie turned around, her eyes scowering the area in search of Guy and Alice. At least Guy was armed with a gun. If someone was hiding inside one of the rooms, his weapon would stand a lot more chance than her sword against them.
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LadyMakaze
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Joined: September 22nd, 2006, 2:19 am

March 24th, 2008, 7:32 am #2

((Continued from: The Graveyard))

Alice wandered about nervously, shoulders hunched over in slight fear as she crept through the vegetation almost aimlessly. Every interval or so, she'd turn her head about to look over her shoulder, lift it slightly to tentatively check if anything was ahead, and then promptly ducked her head down again. Somehow, even keeping her eyes on the ground, Alice couldn't keep herself from stumbling slightly every once in a while.

She'd lost Guy again.

The time when she'd lost him in the graveyard had been more than enough to set her on edge, into a panic. Ever since, she'd been absolutely ill with paranoia about losing him for a second time, and had even taken to latching tightly onto the end of his shirt as she meekly followed him out of the area.

Typically for Alice though, the moment she'd lost herself in the immersion of her own thoughts, the hem of Guy's shirt slipped from her hand, and Alice had fallen behind before she even realized it.

G-Guy?... Where are you? She thought plaintively, clutching her hands together in front of her chest as she struggled through the thick grove leading away from the graveyard. …What should she do if she was truly lost? She had no idea where she was, and no matter where she was, every place seemed a dangerous one. If she didn’t find Guy quickly, someone else would find her. What on earth would Alice do then?

Brushing aside the foliage that blocked her path and vision, she dared to look up…and was almost relieved to see a familiar figure just up ahead. It was that Kallie-girl, Alice recognized. It seemed that she’d tagged along with the group, though Matt and Ken didn’t seem to. In any case, Kallie must have gone ahead, for Alice could see her in the clearing just up ahead.

“K-Kallie, there you are,” she murmured, nearly stumbling into the clearing, relieved to be free of the overgrown flora. “Where’s G-“

She had not noticed the corpse lying face-down right in front of her before she’d nearly walked into it, feet accidentally kicking slightly against the stomach of the body.

Alice’s eyes widened the moment she realized what she was looking at. Her face turned pale, and she froze in place, lip trembling as she stumbled over her words. Unable to finish her sentence, she backed away from the corpse in utter terror.

A sickening feeling rose from her stomach and into her chest as she looked around the area…the shapes of more students lying dead and lifeless on the ground, cold and still and silent. The scent along with the sight of death assaulted her senses, causing her mind to reel from the horrifying sight.

“A…ah….”

A whimper escaped her lips. She covered her mouth, suddenly closing her eyes shut and crouching down where she was into the same curled-up position she had assumed during that encounter in the Mess Hall. As her face broke into a cold sweat, she covered it and buried it into her knees, rocking back and forth slightly.

No matter how hard one would ever try in imagining what a dead body would look like, it was nowhere near as mentally devastating as the real thing.

MATSUDAAAAAAAAAAAA~

Lady's Lineup:

Alive: Julie Mikan(at the Marsh), Alice Jones(at the Jailhouse)

Dead: Luke Rowan, Nadine Willowbrook, Galen Neilson

v4: Mina "Yulin" Bathory, Gwynnes "Gwyn" Whitaker
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Namira
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Joined: May 28th, 2007, 12:31 pm

March 24th, 2008, 2:18 pm #3

At the fringes of the hospital clearing, there was the sound of footsteps, flattening down vegatation with a distinctive swishing sound. A camera slowly adjusted itself to focus on the area from which the noise was coming, and it grew steadily louder as the unseen student got closer to the observing sentinel. Those watching the show at home would be keeping a close eye on the TV. Would the hidden person be revealed as one of the islands psychopaths - one of the killers? Could the footsteps belong to Bobby Jacks, perhaps, not caught on camera since his showdown with the horribly disfigured Ric Chee. Might it be Blood Boy? But no... he was at the lagoon, was he not? There was a certain sense of anticipation amidst the viewers, dread for those who might have had family members amongst the contestants, eagerness for the people who watched the show for the sheer blood and gore - or perhaps just think it is reality TV or a soap opera of sorts.

Then the foilage parted, pushed aside by a tanned, slender, most certainly female hand. The mystery set of footsteps proceded to claim an identity, and the viewers got their first plain view of G32, Maxie Dasai.

Maxie had been wandering around the jungle for the best part of two days - although she had managed to snatch some sleep at one point. It was with an almost sureal sense of relief that she saw she had finally managed to make it out of the confines of the sweltering jungle. It had been quite the trek through the jungle, and Maxie hadn't actually encountered any other students, although she surmised by the first announcement and the sounds of gunshots that te game was indeed well underway. Maxie wondered briefly if it would have been a better idea never to have ventured outside of the annonymity of the jungle.

It appeared that she wasn't the only person in the area, however. Rather unpleasantly, there were a number of corpses strewn about outside, a sight which sickened Maxie more than she could say. Sure, she was holding a meat hook, but just because she wasn't willing to allow somebody to slaughter her didn't mean that she wanted to go around wantonly killing everybody. Aside from the disturbing number of dead bodies (it seemed that the second day had claimed rather more victims than the first) there were also two live ones in the area.

One was standing in the doorway of the hospital building itself, holding a pretty vicious looking sword. The other was crouched down on the ground outside, right next to one of the dead bodies. Maxie immediately recognised the first of them: it was difficult not to know who Kallie Majors was. She was so good-looking (and most certainly knew it) that Kallie stood out instantly. Maxie doubted that she would be a player, although with tensions running high, she supposed that anybody could turn into a murderer. The second person, Maxie couldn't place for the life of her, although she seemed familiar. Kallie didn't concern Maxie unduly, and the other girl seemed harmless enough, so...

Maxie stepped from the shadows and began walking towards the hospital, her meat hook held nonchalently and (she hoped) unthreateningly.

"Hey," she called out, moderating her voice so as to not have too high a volume: didn't want anybody hostile hearing after all. "What's goin' on with you guys?" not exactly a Spanish inquisition way of deciding if somebody was friendly or not but, in all fairness, Maxie figured that she'd find out soon enough if either girl would try to kill her. If that came to pass, Maxie had more than enough confidence in her own ability to beat them.

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El Duque
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March 24th, 2008, 9:17 pm #4

((Continued from Walk Amongst the Dead))

Those of you reading perhaps came across a thought: where in gods name was Guy Rapide?

Well, for those of you who didn't know, Guy Rapide had done one thing all these years that made him who he was. Sure, he wasn't the most responsible of lads -nor the tallest-, but Guy was reflective and that was a quality he had fully embraced. There was one thing he hadn't fully grasped yet, mostly because of Kallie's strong personality preventing it from reaching his mind, anyways what happened to Guy Rapide is what happens to a lot of young men in Utah.

He had two women with their own unique benefits in his charge.

The viewers at home where literally eating it up. Guy had unwittingly propelled himself to the front of Teenzines, people literally devoted columns to debating who he would choose? Kallie, the beautiful princess who shared all of his interests or Alice, the cute, but plain girl who made him feel in control of in an out of control environment. Truly it would make anyone's ego grow exponentially, that is it would if not for one tiny detail: Guy Rapide was fighting for his life in a program known as Survival of the Fittest.

Guy Rapide, honestly felt ridiculous. Currently? A wound inflicted on him by Alex Steele now was stinging as it mixed with the dirt, sweat, and humidity. His kidneys themselves felt like they where about to burst. His body was damp with sweat. His stomach running on a nice empty -since he had thrown up hours before- and his mind? In general disaray. Truly, god was an amusing being. Fighting for your life and the only thing you use to occupy your time is wondering at what angle would you have to approach one of your best friends to see if she would be willing to literally fuck him to death.

Considering Rebecca Bradbury’s demise the concept probably sounded a lot funnier in his head.

As he approached his group that he had lost in his large amount of time thinking he couldn’t help but notice a girl in front of his girlie friends. He sighed as he pulled out the gun and approached the scene.

“Now, ladies, you guys better be playin’ rock paper scissors or somethin'."
"My man got too familiar and I?d ended up having to whoop his ass, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually. He?s a habitual line stepper.? - Charlie Murphy
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Megami
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Joined: September 22nd, 2006, 2:13 am

March 24th, 2008, 11:31 pm #5

The silence that had surrounded the hospital was ended quite abruptly. It wasn't so much Alice's soft-spoken voice and quiet shuffles that distorted the silence. In fact, Kallie had only wheeled around and given the meek girl a light nod in response when she'd called out to her. Alice spoke up quietly in what seemed to start out as an inquiry, but her voice quickly trailed off as she noticed the bodies lying around the hospital.

She quickly dropped to the ground in a fetal position, and Kallie frowned visibly. It wasn't as if the bodies strewn around the area hadn't startled her as well, but in a game like Survival of the Fittest, letting your guard down and letting your emotions get the better of you was only signing your own death sentence early on. When people were lurking around every corner intent on killing you, time to mourn the dead, or become accustomed to the strewn bodies, didn't come easily.

No sooner than she had started to walk back toward Alice, another rustling in the bushes occurred and Kallie's attention turned toward the area. It couldn't have been Guy, they had come from the opposite direction. Instead, the figure that emerged from the bushes, meat hook in hand, was Maxie Dasai. People called her a troublemaker and a delinquent, but she hadn't really seemed all that bad in school.

Besides, when could you trust the opinions of other people? Kallie'd heard a few rumors go around about herself as well, not to mention her friends. So, whether or not Maxie was a "bad egg" was up in the air. Of course, preconceived ideas about a person tend to make you a bit wary of them, not to mention the fact that the name of the game in SOTF was to kill everything that moved. That meant that the likelihood of someone who was all but normal in school would flip out and go completely insane on the island was pretty high.

Kallie almost subconsciously moved to stand in front of Alice, who was still cradling herself on the ground. Kallie hadn't exactly deemed Maxie a threat, but she had just stepped out of the jungle brandishing a meat hook. Even though she didn't look like she was going to run in all gung-ho and try to slaughter anyone with that thing, it still wasn't a good idea to let her guard down.

She held the sword close to her, not exactly in a threatening manner but more in anticipation of an attack than anything else. Maxie called out quietly, asking them "what was going on". Kallie exhaled deeply and relaxed somewhat. She didn't seem like she would attack, but still, Kallie wasn't the type of person to let her guard down so easily. She hadn't survived the past two days by being so openly trusting of people.

"We aren't playing," Kallie affirmed, her eyes remaining focused on the other girl, "We came here looking for shelter. It's gonna be dark soon, and we hadn't exactly planned on running through the jungle in the middle of the night, you know? What's with you? I'm assuming you aren't playing either, otherwise we probably wouldn't be having this conversation."

No sooner than she had made her statement, Guy finally appeared from the dense foliage and reached for his gun. Kallie might have turned around and asked him where on earth he had gone, but now didn't seem like the right time. First and foremost, they needed to find out if Maxie could be trusted, and what her intentions were.

"It's under control," she told Guy softly.
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Namira
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March 25th, 2008, 10:00 pm #6

Assured that she wasn't about to be shown the colour of her own guts, Maxie slotted her meat hook into her belt - taking care not to accidentally prick herself with it. With an object like the weapon, it was pretty difficult to set it up in a way that there wasn't potential for disaster. Maxie figured she would just keep it there for a little while to take the strain off her arm - after all, she had been carrying it for quite some time.

She sighed, relaxing slightly for the first time in some considerable duration. It seemed that Maxie was, for the time being, both literally and figuratively out of the woods. As long as she could keep her argumentative tendecies on a tight leash, Maxie would be fine. Of course... that wasn't really much of a solution: getting with a group (and that wasn't even concrete, since Maxie hadn't even raised the point yet) wouldn't stop the game from running, nor would hiding in a bulding. Eventually, somebody rather less friendly than either herself or any of these three would come along, and then things would get nasty.

Maxie glanced away from Kallie when she heard a new voice, but it turned out only to be Guy Rapide, someone Maxie knew vaguely, but they weren't really friendly. Maxie tended to note him simply due to the fact he was so diminutive, which was rather cruel, but true all the same: girls don't often have boys being half a foot plus smaller than them. However, the size was really immaterial, since Guy was holding a gun. The smallest man in the world became a giant with a pistol. Maxie shifted herself ever so slightly away from him nervously. She didn't think that any of the group was hostile, but not considering every eventuality was what got people killed, and Maxie was somewhat fond of her own neck.

She listened as Kallie spoke to her and, for once, was willing to take her words at face value. Either you could trust people, or be massively paranoid and probably end up getting yourself killed. Taking things from a more callous viewpoint: if Kallie or Guy were playing (maybe even together) she could see no benefit in hauling along some girl who rolled up into a ball like a frightened mouse at the first sight of danger - or even just blood. There was deception, and then there was compassion. The drawbacks for any player - in the trust department and such, would definitely outweigh the advantages.

"I'm not playin'... unless anybody forces me to," Maxie felt it necessary to add that. Despite any reassurances, self-defence was playing the game. Unless of course, you were somebody who would generally decide killing people was an acceptable thing to do. "You guys are th' first people I've run across. That jungle... this is th' first time I've reached some sort of clearin' since I woke up. It all looks so similar y'know?" Maxie ran one hand through her hair anxiously. "D'you mind if I uh... stay with ya for a while? Same runnin' 'round the jungle thing. Considerin' it took me that long to get out in th' first place... I just don't want to spend another night out there," Maxie had trusted Kallie, hopefully she would now return the favour and not judge her by her reputation.

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13:59 Gianni you are proud, not embarrassed
13:59 Christian Yes
13:59 Christian Be proud
13:59 Christian Do we not all strive to break a human soul?
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Vincenzo/a 'Vinny' 'Enzo' Gatti | DO IT FOR THE VINE.
Toby 'Noodle' Andreasson | :|
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G008 - Kammy So'oialo | wants a new script
G062 - Becca Everett | was a damn superstar
G071 - Sunshine Cho Lee | trusted
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G014 - Yelizaveta 'Bounce' Volkova | Out of here | Gasoline
B060 - Brock Mason | Thump. Thump |
G029 - Kristina 'Kris' Hartmann | Put Down. | Drama Bombs [∞], M79 Grenade Launcher [x6 grenades]
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LadyMakaze
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March 27th, 2008, 6:48 am #7

If anybody had been close enough, they could have easily heard beads of cold sweat roll off of Alice's face to hit against the ground. For a while, Alice's body was crumpled up tightly, her chin tucked all the way inwards so that her face was completely hidden by her legs as she crouched against the ground. In that moment, she closed herself to everything around her, barely noticing the discussion that was currently abuzz all around her.

She didn't want to open her eyes. She was too afraid of the shock that would come flooding back once she looked at those corpses again.

Rocking slightly, muffled whimpers of pain emitting from where her face was buried in her knees, she remained in that tight, stiff position for a good several minutes...like a hedgehog, or a pillbug, using its own body as meagre protection against the unpleasant world around it. Alice wanted to wish everything away, praying that she would wake up in her room, in her bed, teddy-bear pyjamas and all, on her pillow, rolling over and opening her eyes to see the familiar ceiling above her. She'd see her bedroom around her, muted colours, plain walls, rows of plushies and stuffed animals all around... and then realize that all of it was just some awful nightmare that she'd finally managed to escape.

It didn't happen. No matter how Alice kept wishing, praying, or pleading, she wasn't allowed to wake up.

Because it was real. Even though it shouldn't be.

As though in resignation to this fact, Alice felt her body calming down slightly. She dared to lift her head slightly, opening her eyes and tentatively looking upwards to see Kallie standing in front of her, talking to a girl she might have seen in the hallways, once or twice...

She shook her head a bit, clearing her mind. If she fell apart now, how could she be of any help to anyone? It wasn't as though she was of any use in any case...but what Alice knew she could do for one was at least make herself less of a burden to the people around her. The ones she trusted.

Alice nearly cried in relief when she saw Guy...though she bit her lip slightly when she noticed something.

Ken and Matt hadn't followed. Had their group broken apart just like that? Alice felt uncomfortable. Was it really that hard to trust others? Alice didn't know what to think about that. Wasn't trust important? What about friendship and cameraderie? ...But how would a person like Alice know? It wasn't as though she had that many friends...if at all.

She neared closer to Guy and Kallie, turning her back towards the corpses so that she wouldn't have to look at them, she murmured a bit, talking over her shoulder.

"Um...I don't think there's anything wrong with letting her stay with us...is there?" She mumbled quietly, referring to Maxie. "And also...staying indoors sounds like a good idea, I think..."

MATSUDAAAAAAAAAAAA~

Lady's Lineup:

Alive: Julie Mikan(at the Marsh), Alice Jones(at the Jailhouse)

Dead: Luke Rowan, Nadine Willowbrook, Galen Neilson

v4: Mina "Yulin" Bathory, Gwynnes "Gwyn" Whitaker
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El Duque
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April 4th, 2008, 9:34 pm #8

"Yeah, I s'pose there's nothing wrong with you chillin' with us for awhile..."

Guy spoke hesitantly as he noted that Alice approached him and that he now had both of the girls he was intent on "protecting" in tow, that is, well the whole idea of protecting someone was new to him and as he noted the sheer amount of deaths over the second day...he couldn't help but wonder how much protection his form would offer and although he felt uneasy about allowing another person to bring with the group, but if it was only a temporary fix he felt as if he could allow it.

Placing the gun in his pocket he slipped off his backpack and brought out the first aid kit, he had taken long enough in healing up this wound and it looked like it would need some stitching or at least be able to close it up, he motioned the group to move inside and once inside the lobby he immediately started getting comfortable.

"Kallie, new girl, I got a wound from fighting Alex the day before last I wanna fix up, y'mind lookin' around for some antibiotics and shit...", he smirked, "Despite how adorable a Guy Rapide plushie might be...dyin' of an infection just ain't my cup of tea..."

He then looked at Alice and smirked uneasily as he slipped off his hoodie and finally saw the wound that was there, a slightly pinkish sort of scratch with a bit of yellow mixed in, but a quick view proved that the infection wasn't exactly severe yet, Guy had scraped himself up many times before to know it wasn't such a big deal, but it certainly didn't look like it was pleasant nor did it feel exactly nice, but it did have the potential to get bad.

He noted how hot this place was that even as he stood shirtless, he was still hot as fuck, he thought back to last summer and realized that only one thing pissed him off more than people saying, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity"...the humidity. He sighed as reached into the pack and pulled out some gauze and some hydrogen peroxide.

"So, Alice...I dunno, it seems like I'm the one always talkin'...", he chuckled a bit, "Period. And yeah...like...we're going to be friends, dependin' one another for a long time...at least I hope...", he shook his head, "The point I'm tryin' to make is that, you're a pretty cool chick, if a bit...reserved.", he was fumbling over his words and he couldn't help but try and find a nice way to say this, "Well...yeah, I can't find a good way to say this, but where were you for the last four years?"
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April 6th, 2008, 4:53 am #9

((Continued from Mending))

In his pursuit of the grenade-armed bitch, Keith Jackson had somehow managed to get himself turned around, and was having a hell of a time getting himself oriented. As he'd sprinted through the jungle, arenadline kicking in and dulling the pain in his shoulder, Keith had managed to find a small stream, and had made a judgement call, following it to the south. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he'd taken the wrong way along the stream, as he couldn't see any telltale tracks, nor could he see any shadowy figures running around him. After he'd followed the stream for a good ten minutes, Keith had heard a couple of telltale exposions in the distance, which indicated that the grenade girl was likely at it again, and he'd messed up.

Shit, that's no good. Ran off an' didn't even manage to catch the stupid bitch. This is all messed up, it really is. These kids're snappin' and lettin' themselves get all caught up in this garbage. Fuck, I even had to kill a kid myself, yeah?

He'd shaken his head, almost in disbelief but knowing very well that it was the God's honest truth. His shoulder wound was a constant reminder of that. As he'd followed the stream a little bit more, Keith had very suddenly come to the realization that he'd left his group behind in the jungle, and that finding them again was going to be very difficult.

SHIT. What kinda' fuckin' guy are you, Keith? Leavin' your friends back there, hurt an' all that? Fuck, I don't know about those other ones, but I sure as shit hope that Trey an' Izzy are cool. As in, not dead. 'Cause if they are...

Keith's thought stopped there, because he was almost afraid of the realization of what that would mean if it were true. If it were, Keith would have either been at fault - for leaving them and not staying to protect them, or would have just narrowly avoided the same fate himself. It was a tremendously damning thought to have, really.

As he kept his eyes glued to the stream, trying to see where it ended, Keith was caught off-guard as he passed through the trees and heard what sounded to be voices coming from a clearing that was about two hundred meters to his right. He couldn't recognize the voices from this distance, but they seemed to be conversing fairly animatedly.

They could be friendly!

The first thought that went through his head was decidedly optimistic, but he tempered his optimism and thought quickly as to his options. He could continue following the stream, and bypass the people altogether, or he could try and meet up with them, figure out who they were and if their intentions were good or not.

And if not, what do ya do, Keith? Do ya shoot 'em? 'Cause you did that once already and dont' seem to be feelin' too bad about it...

Keith shoved the thought out of his head. There'd be time for bad feelings and shock later on. Right now? Now it was game-time, time to try and act rather than think about what was right, or what was wrong. It was the athlete's mentality, and he'd been letting his instincts run since back when he'd shot at Charlie fat-kid back in the tower. Finally nodding at himself, Keith made his decision, and walked slowly towards the edge of the treeline.

Looks like...four? Maybe five, if I can't see someone?

From the angle he was standing at, Keith couldn't make out the faces. True, he was in intense pain from his shoulder, and was exhausted, but he knew that if he was going to jump out at these people, he'd have to do it with gun raised and ready to fire, just in case these people weren't friendly. Grinning to himself, Keith readed himself mentally for what he was about to do. When he decided to yell and act scary-looking?

There weren't a whole lot of people more intimidating than Keith Jackson. Add in a shotgun and the fact that he was probably pale and covered with blood? He was probably pretty fuckin' scary-looking.

Quickly, Keith stepped out of the tree-line, facing the four people who all had their backs to him. Taking a deep breath, he loudly announced his presence and quickly began barking orders at the four.

"EVERYBODY STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE, AN' DON'T EVEN THINK 'BOUT MOVIN' A MUSCLE!"

Adjusting the shotgun so he held it directly in front of him, Keith's heart beat quickly in his chest. He wouldn't shoot immediately, there were high odds he'd know some of these people, but like the kid with the pickaxe...you never could be too sure of just who would be playin this game.

"ALRIGHT, NOW I SEE FOUR OF YOU! IS THERE ANY MORE? I WANT ONE FUCKIN' ANSWER, AND IT HAD BETTER BE THE TRUTH! OTHER THING I WANNA KNOW IS IF ANY OF YOU FUCKERS HAVE GRENADES! IF YOU DO, YOU RAISE YOUR HAND, AN' THEN YOU OWE ME A REAL DECENT EXPLANATION WHY YOU THINK IT'S A GOOD PLAN TO GO TOSSIN' 'EM AT PEOPLE!"

His voice almost getting hoarse, Keith issued one last angry-sounded order. These people weren't moving, and he needed to know who or what he was dealing with.

"I WANT SOME ANSWERS, PEOPLE! You gonna' turn around, or what? COME ON! I SAID TURN THE FUCK AROUND!"
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Connor Lorenzen: When you're this good, image is everything.
Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
Memories: 1

Morgan Dragosavich: Ahh, I'll figure shit out later. Let's go!
Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
Memories: 1

Ross Miller: Just hangin' out, man.
Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Memories: 1 - 2

Claudeson Bademosi: It's a beautiful day, I think.
Pregame: 1 - 2
Memories: 1

Ariana Moretti: The verbal assassin.
Pregame: 1 - 2
Memories: 1
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B007 - Keith Jackson: At the end of the road he's running, looking back to survey where he's been.
B077 - Adam Dodd: You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain. The truth lies somewhere in between.
B087 - Sidney Crosby: It's only cowardice if other people are around to tell you so. Otherwise, it's survival.
B092 - Eddie Serjeantson: Fully in charge, but not much of an arborist.
B013 - Andrew Ponikarovsky: Probably could have used a proper license and a driving lesson.
G005 - Amanda Jones: A breath of fresh air, and in the end, that was all it took.
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B033 - Cole Hudson: Sprung a leak.
B011 - Adam Amato: Refused to besmirch those walls.
B099 - John Sheppard: Went out with a bang.
B122 - Ryan Atwell: Couldn't help but write a "Dear John" letter.
G034 - Jamie Li: Left us far before her time.
B011/99 - Burton Harris/Ken Lawson: The Kermit-squad.
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The New Adventures of Ed-liver and Mike: Writing Essays and Making Pizza
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April 6th, 2008, 8:34 am #10

Turning her head to look towards Guy in concern, Alice frowned slightly in worry. "A...a wound?" Just as she was about to stammer an inquiry as to whether he was okay or not...

Alice had turned back towards Guy....just in time to see him stripping off his hoodie so that he was more or less completely barechested. O.O;;;

She quickly covered her eyes, turning bright red. >.<;;; Was it impolite to look? Did boys get embarrassed at being stared at? Then again, if Guy had been the shy type, he wouldn't have just taken it off there and then, would he now? >.>;; But still, was it rude? Alice was caught a rather embarrassed frantic, suddenly feeling all the more uncomfortable for some reason. Somehow, the situation just grew a degree more awkward... o_o;

As he approached her and began to address her, Alice turned only redder still. Did he have to come so close? ._. ;; Alice shyly nodded, struggling to stammer a response while her hands were still over her face. Then it occurred to her that she was being a bit rude...covering her face like this when he was trying to make conversation with her. Deciding to instead turn away, she remembered at the last minute that there were corpses in the area...something that she absolutely did NOT want to see at the moment. Then again, if not that, she would have to face Guy, who was completely topless... o_o;;;

All in all, it all came down to what Alice would rather see - A shirtless Guy, or a bunch of corpses. >.>;

In all honesty, it was something of a no-brainer, (Not...not...NOT that she WANTED to see him shirtless or anything like that! O_O;;;;;; ) and so Alice remained more or less facing Guy, though looking towards the side a bit instead of directly at him, as she was much too shy....

"I.... um..." Alice didn't know what to make of it. Did Guy just say....that they were friends? It was something beyond Alice could ever expect. First of all, she and Guy barely just met...and further more, he was taking an interest in someone as dull and uninteresting as she? It was all so bewildering...Alice had no idea how to react, really. Mumbling nervously, she stammered, "I...well....thank you."

The backhandedness of the compliment seemed to go completely over her head. As for the last question, she was about to answer just as an angry bellow gave her a nasty jolt, sending her into a start once again.

Turning around, Alice froze up at the sight of the shotgun, and the fierce, intimidating-looking student holding it and pointing it towards the group. Shuddering in fear and feeling her body run cold in a panic, she brought her hands to her face, wanting to curl up and hide again, as she always did when faced with danger. Instead she instinctively ducked behind the one person who would lend her the most safety, Guy Rapide, peering somewhat fearfully over his shoulder.

"Wh-what should we do, Guy....?"

MATSUDAAAAAAAAAAAA~

Lady's Lineup:

Alive: Julie Mikan(at the Marsh), Alice Jones(at the Jailhouse)

Dead: Luke Rowan, Nadine Willowbrook, Galen Neilson

v4: Mina "Yulin" Bathory, Gwynnes "Gwyn" Whitaker
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