Bump in the Night

The southern side of the felled forest is similar to the northern one, though it is more steeply sloped, angling up along the northern slope of the island’s central mountain. The footing is more treacherous here, with erosion having damaged much of the soil.* Threads Allowed: 3 *

Bump in the Night

Crash
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August 20th, 2010, 2:16 pm #1

(Claire Lambert continued from Resolve)

The afternoon arrived quickly upon the island - too quickly, in Claire's humble opinion - and the light and heat beating down on her were steadily beginning to take their toll. Her jog had grinded to a steady stride approximately half an hour before, as fatigue stung at her weary legs. Lactic acid and heavy sedatives were not a pleasant combination, she'd quickly discovered - not only did she find herself barely able to keep up more than a walk at this point, but her mind's series of racing thoughts had melded into one single idea:

"Sit down, woman."

Screw the post-run walking they'd always told her about in cross-country. She'd been speedwalking for a good half an hour...that was enough, right?

She honestly couldn't care less.

Claire felt her foot catch a tree root, and at that point she slowed down entirely. Her brisk pace ceased, and she transitioned into a more cautious approach as the foliage thinned out in front of her. Her eyes scanned the clearing ahead of her for signs of life, but thankfully, she found nothing.

The somewhat awkward pull of her jeans against her ass as she stepped over a trunk made her come to a realization she should have by all rights made sooner.

"...Right. The gun."

As much as she didn't want to use it, her rationality won out over her conscious mind yet again. Her survival instinct helped her plunge her right hand behind her and into her pocket, and seconds later she withdrew the Mini from her jeans.

Taking one more moment to scan her surroundings, Claire stepped out into the brush, gun in hand. Her cautious whisper broke the eerie silence.

"...Hello?"
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G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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Jonny
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August 21st, 2010, 7:37 pm #2

(Julian Avery continued from Resolve)

It was a weird feeling, being so damn messianic. Julian had only been awake for a few hours in this game, and he'd already saved multiple people's lives multiple times. He briefly considered keeping a mental list of all the lives he'd saved on the island, but realized that it'd most likely balloon out of control and get hard to remember very, very quickly. Julian decided instead to compromise, and just do his best to remember the fact that he was awesome. This was the kind of difficult compromise that a messiah had to make on a daily basis.

Julian was starting to wonder if he'd ever catch up with Claire, or if he was just blatantly going in the wrong direction. He'd been doing his best to follow a trail that looked pretty clear to him- Claire didn't seem to be giving a shit about stealth- but there was also the fact that his tracking skills amounted to jack shit and he could've easily made a mistake and veered off half an hour ago. But Julian decided to keep heading down this same path, since it wasn't like he had anywhere else he needed to be.

Which was more of an unsettling thought than Julian initially gave it credit for. It wasn't like he had anywhere else he needed to be. To be honest, Julian hadn't given much thought to the idea of what he was actually gonna be doing on this island. Surviving would be... nice. But the most apparent way to ensure his survival would be to go around killing people, which was completely out of the question. He could keep on wandering around and being a freelance messiah, but it seemed a little pointless. Julian hadn't really watched SotF in the past, but the impression he got was that eventually, people were gonna start killing each other no matter how hilarious Julian Avery was. Sad ending for everyone.

But... not necessarily? After all, Julian's current mission was to help Claire reunite with her friend Aislyn, which... well, it'd make Claire happier than she would have been otherwise, even if she got shot the day after. So he could go and do that, and keep on doing it as many times as possible. Reuniting friends and couples, getting people to laugh a bit, making sure that as many people as possible got a happy moment or two before this game came crashing down on them.

Not such a bad goal to have.

Julian heard a small "... Hello? as he trudged through the brush. Claire's voice. Hey, right on cue.

"Claire? It's Julian. I ain't here to hurt you. I'mma step out where we can see each other, and I'mma be dangling my sword as non-threateningly as I can. That okay with you?"
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Grim Wolf
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August 22nd, 2010, 5:47 am #3

(Introduction of David Meramac)

He had been awake for a little while--how long he couldn't stay. Consciousness had not been slow in returning to David Meramac; it had returned in one tremendous blow, a force that had rattled his brain within his skull. No accompanying haze of memories, either; he had come back to consciousness with full knowledge of what was happening around him, of exactly where he was.

He was on Survival of the Fittest. He and his classmates were going to be forced to kill each other, like every class before theirs.

He'd taken off running without a thought. He had never had much in the way of stamina--enough to keep up with the other cross country runners, never enough to surpass them. Anything past one mile was exhausting for him (then again, he trained doing nothing but miles, which might explain his weakness). In this case, he'd welcomed his own weakness; as he forced himself to keep running, unchecked duffel bouncing against his back, he was able to forget about his danger, forget about anything but the pounding of his feet against diffuse ground. Shouts, explosions, gunfire--he heard it all during his mad run.

Tried to think of none of it. Tried to think only of the burning ache in his muscles, the liquid magma in his veins. Tried not to here anything around him.

Thus it was that he ran through the Felled Forest without any thought as to how exposed he might be. Thus it was that, dripping with sweat and hair in disarray, he broke right into the midst of Julian Avery and Claire Lambert.
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B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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August 22nd, 2010, 3:45 pm #4

One of the shifty shifting cows leapt towards her.

And Raina opened her eyes to a blindingly glary sky, shutting them again just as quickly as her pupils slowly adjusted. One of her gangly arms had reflexively thrown itself across her face, willing the sun to pretty please leave her alone this morning.

Or afternoon.

Whatever.

The rustling in the trees and the rough ground below her brought a couple of thoughts to her attention. Firstly, what was she doing in a forest...

And secondly, what the fuck was she doing in a forest!?

She jerked upright, looking from left to right as if there might be some sign explaining what she was doing surrounded by conifers with no-one else in sight. Until her memory came flooding back.

My teachers...

She let out a long, anguished sigh as she let her head flump back to rest against the ground, staring up at a stray cloud shifting across the sky. A distant thump, probably from a gun, hopefully not, registered itself as unnatural to her ears. She knew exactly where she was.

And she knew she'd have to face it.

Wouldn't hurt to think about it for a little while though.

She tried to blink back the tears that were gathering on her eyes.

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Crash
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August 23rd, 2010, 4:31 pm #5

"Claire? It's Julian. I ain't here to hurt you. I'mma step out where we can see each other, and I'mma be dangling my sword as non-threateningly as I can. That okay with you?"

Wait...Julian?

Claire pivoted, turning for signs of the boy's presence. She could hear a rustling in the brush, but thus far, he went unnoticed.

"He must have followed me..."

"...Sure, okay. You can come out."

On cue, Julian Avery appeared from the foliage, his sword nonchalantly swinging from his forefingers and the same playful smile dancing its way across his lips. He was one of those people you just couldn't help but like. Something the two didn't have in common.

"He saved my ass. He should be fine...right?"

Claire's gun was still gripped firmly in her right hand. At this point, she was barely conscious of holding it at all. The fact that Julian wasn't aware of her possessing it didn't even enter her mind. At this point, she was just glad that the first person she ran across wasn't one with any intention of driving a stake through her heart. It was a welcome relief. One she didn't expect to get used to.

"...Thanks, for earlier," she offered, finding herself uncharacteristically at a loss for words. Considering her situation, though, it wasn't at all surprising that she wasn't as primed as usual for some kind of witty retort. She'd been caught completely off-guard.

"Looks like some people are already out for blood," she mused aloud, her thoughts drifting back to Teo and Marybeth.

At that moment, however, a boy came bursting out of the bushes on the other side of the clearing, and Claire instinctively rose her gun towards him and steadied the aim with both hands. Her arms froze as she scanned her memory, squinting through the afternoon sunlight in an attempt to make out who had joined them. The glare was blinding, however.

"...Who's there!?
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G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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August 23rd, 2010, 7:49 pm #6

"...Thanks, for earlier."

Mmm. Gratitude was nice. It was certainly miles ahead of the oh God, you seriously followed me, get the fuck away from me you creep that he'd been worrying, just a little, he might receive. After all, Claire could be a little abrasive at times, particularly on the subject of boys giving her unwanted attention. But she was also a good person, at least as far as Julian was concerned. Which was a big part why he'd decided to follow her in the first place.

"Looks like some people are already out for blood."

Julian let out a relaxed laugh and lowered his arms as he took a few steps towards Claire. The edge of his sword scraped gently against the ground, picking up a little dirt. "Yeah, I know. But we all just got to keep our heads level is all. I bet that right now, those crazy kids back at the church are holding hands and riding off into the sun-"

Oh fuck gun..

Gun. Raised. Aimed. Jesus fuck, had she been holding it the whole time? And he didn't even notice- fuck, so that meant she had it back at the church, so- awful clever of her to- No not now. Think later. Act stupidly now.

A quick dash towards Claire. A few sharp strides and a bit of a skidding halt that buried his loafers an inch into the ground. Julian was in front of Claire by a few feet, back turned to her, his body blocking any shot that Claire might take at the newcomer. He awkwardly flailed of his left arm a little to regain his balance. Made a gesture to Claire with his left hand- stay back- and hoped she saw it. Tightened his grip on the jian and raised it up. Took a posture that he hoped said 'defensive but confident' rather than 'freaked the fuck out'. Swallowed hard. Squinted. Tried to make out who the newcomer was.

Hoped to God that nobody picked up on the fact that he was, ever so slightly, shaking.
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August 23rd, 2010, 11:53 pm #7

((Dawne Jiang continued from Orientation))

Dawne Jiang had the worst send of direction in the world. She was quite possibly the only person in the world who could get lost in a cut down forest. She had wandered around the barren stumps for a couple hours before finally giving up and sitting down on the ground in a fit. She grumbled to herself for a little while, angrily chewing on a piece of bread.

"Fuck, I'm not cut out for this outdoor shit... I'll leave that to Rekka." Once she was done with her bread, the girl curled up into a ball, luckily having found a spot where no one else stumbled upon, and slept.

-----

Some time later, Dawne wasn't sure how long, she was woken up by the sounds of voices. This was the first thing she noticed. The second thing she noticed was her face felt hot. She scrunched her face, and felt pain shoot through her features. No wonder, she had been sleeping in the sun with no protection for God knew how long. One thing was certain, what was left of her life was going to suck.

Trying to ignore the pain in her face, Dawne very cautiously raised herself into a sitting position. Cautiously peering over the stump she had been sleeping near, she saw three figures some distance away, close enough that she could hear them saying something, but too far to hear what. She could see weapons though, which probably didn't spell good things. Instead of deciding to go an just barge in, she decided to sit where she was and wait.
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Grim Wolf
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August 24th, 2010, 6:27 am #8

"Gah!" David cried, flailing backward as the girl lifted her gun. "Don't shoot, it's--" Someone was running from one side. David's face tightened, his eyes squinting, and he lifted his arms in front of him. "Wait, wait!" he cried. "Please, don't...!"

As the panic lifted, he saw two people he thought he recognized. He and the boy, if he wasn't entirely mistaken, had talked with once or twice--Jake, or something? The girl he'd only seen around school, he had no idea what her actual name might be.

But the boy had a sword and the girl had a gun and they were pointing them at him and he wasn't a threat he could barely think and God what were they saying and what the hell am I doing here?

"It's me!" he squawked. "D-david...David Meramac!" In the course of his flailing he lost his balance and hit the ground, a piece of discarded wood digging deep into him as he landed. He winced, groaning to himself. "C-christ," he muttered, as the reverberating ache in his legs finally reached his pain and he slumped forwards. "Christ, are you going to kill me? I'm not going to hurt anybody, I don't think I even...here." He tore the bag off his shoulders and threw it at their feet, than hunched into a ball and pulled his knees to his face.

"If there's something good in there, it's yours," he said. "I h-haven't...haven't even looked, yet."
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Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
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G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : "G-gotta...trust people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
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B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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August 26th, 2010, 8:43 pm #9

She wasn't supposed to be here! She wasn't supposed to be on this fucking trip! She wasn't even supposed to be in this fucking country!

((Alice Boucher Start))

Why the hell had her parents, in their stupid, stupid, fucking idiotic fucking stupidness ever thought it was a fucking smart idea to send her to fucking America!?!? They had every other fucking country in the fucking planet to pick from, and they send her to America where she gets abducted by some fucking terrorists who fucking put a collar on her neck and fucking give her a random bag which just has some fucking whip in it, and tell her she has to fucking kill every fucking American fucker in the fucker school if she wants to go fucking home to her fucking idiot parents without getting killed first!?!

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

Alice Boucher had been walking around the island aimlessly for a long time now, stopping to kick at trees and plants every short while and scream obscenities at the top of her lungs; by some small miracle she had narrowly avoided alerting her presence to any other students, although Alice was far too pissed off to appreciate that. Instead, she was acknowledging her bleak situation.

"You fucking idiots!" she repeated for the thirtieth time, having cried out all of her tears long ago, leaving her face dry as she screamed. "You fucking send me to this fucking country! You fucking send me to this fucking school! You even fucking send me to the fucking trip! You fucking – I hate you mama and father! I want you both dead!"

She had been clenching her teeth so much between screaming rants that her jaw was starting to go sore, and between that and her hoarse throat, the situation wasn't doing anything to make her feel any better. It wouldn't have helped though; nothing would have made Alice's day any better.

"You do as you're told young lady!" her parents had screamed at her over the phone, with their fucking idiotic voices. "You are going on that trip, and that's final!" She had gone up to her room screaming almost as much as she had when her parents had told her she was going to America in the first place after that conversation; she really hated it when her parents told her what to do. If it wasn't for their money, she'd just run away from them and never look back.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" she screamed once more through her burning throat, still far out of earshot of her parents who were oblivious to her situation. But for the third time in her life, throwing a tantrum was not helping her.

In a brief moment of walking through some greenery without yelling out, she had been able to hear the sound of other students coming from her side. Rage built up inside her, as she felt everything that had happened was there fault; if it wasn't for them, she wouldn't have been on the island, or playing this game, or have a sore throat. It was their fault, and she wanted to make it clear!

Pushing her way through the foilage in a fit of rage, oblivious to the terrified cries of David, she pushed her way out into plain view of all three people standing in front of her, two of them quite clearly armed, and as brimming with rage as she was, a sharp sword and a gun can do wonders for anger management.

She couldn't scream anymore, and not just because her voice was going; she was scared. She was scared, angry, and completely helpless.

"Uh." was all she could utter, her face frozen in fear of the lethal situation she had walked straight into.
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August 27th, 2010, 2:02 pm #10

((Alan Rickhall continued from 'The Cult of...'))

Alan Rickhall was eyeballing his map in confusion, he had been walking aimlessly through the island for what seemed like forever; it was a miracle that he had actually managed to catch up with Jimmy, let along get ahead of him slightly. He decided to sit down on one of the tree stumps. He didn't feel completely comfortable that he was out here in the open where anyone could carelessly inject a bullet into his back.

He surveyed the ocean of tree stumps, Alan couldn't help but think that any one of those stumps could be hiding an armed student, ready to pick him off without a moment's notice. Alan's hands started shaking again. He silently took out his photo of him and Zoey Desantra and stared at it for a few seconds.

"Was she watching me now?" He thought. "Had she even realised that he was gone yet?"
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