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September 14th, 2008, 8:31 pm #1

(Trish McCarroll continued from At a Loss)

Once the adrenaline rush and aftershock from the brook had completely worn off, the next twelve or so hours had gone surprisingly well for Trish. The three of them hadn't encountered anyone else as they made their way through the jungle with no particular destination in mind, and after a while had decided to stop and rest. All three of them had managed to get a good four or five hours of sleep, with one person staying awake to stand guard in shifts. It was a much easier task now that Danni was around, and after all three of them were sufficiently rested they had once more set out on their journey across the vast jungle.

Her usefulness aside, Danni had proven to be a welcome addition to their little group. Trish found it much easier to keep a discussion afloat with her around, even sometimes having to glance back in James' direction to make sure he was still awake as the two girls got lost in conversation. The things they talked about were hardly cheery - mostly catching up on what the other had been doing over the course of their respective stays on the island - but it was enough to distract them from the constantly sinking feeling of their lives being in immediate danger. At one point Trish had even found herself re-explaining what happened at the brook, but the explanation ended abruptly after Sloan's death. Not only did she figure that Danni had seen the rest and put two and two together by now, but the wound was still relatively fresh, and not one that Trish wanted to re-open anytime soon. In fact, she doubted those few minutes were something she'd ever want to relive again.

Despite the fact that her ribs were still hurting from the harsh fall she'd taken while fighting with Sloan (she figured she'd bruised them), Trish's journey through the jungle had been relatively seamless. Her pack was quite heavy, but she figured that her and James could sort out their supplies together as soon as they found a decent place to take shelter for a while. He'd also mentioned something about having to clean his gun back at the brook, and since they'd just taken shifts with the AK while they were resting, she assumed that he still needed to clean it. She had given him the Springfield she picked up from Sloan in the meantime as a means of self-defence.

At the risk of ruining her map Trish hadn't bothered to pull it out, either. As the three blindly made their way through the jungle, Trish couldn't help but muse about how she'd never exactly been good with directions anyway.

Luckily, however, the dense cover of foliage broke soon afterwards. As she stepped out into the clearing, Trish took a moment to glance over the structure in front of her. It was covered in moss and vines that crawled up its stone exterior, and for a second it presented an almost tranquil atmosphere. The rain had yet to cease, and it blanketed the ground all around the building. Various puddles were scattered around the premises, and a few different sets of footprints adorned the mud outside the entrance. They all seemed to lead away from the building and into the jungle, but cautious nonetheless Trish signalled back towards James and Danni to wait where they were while she scanned the perimeter.

Her search was both quick and thorough, but thankfully she found nothing that she hadn't expected. She vaguely recalled both Alex and Serenity's deaths being announced during the early morning some days apart, so when their corpses met her eyes in the deep freeze and the kitchen respectively, Trish didn't find herself reacting very violently. In fact, she barely found herself reacting at all, with the exception of a few whispered apologies under her breath. Truth be told it didn't really bother her anymore that the sight of their corpses weren't as revolting as Adonis and Jake's had proved to be. Rather, she was just relieved that nobody else currently occupied the Mess Hall.

Making her way back outside, Trish signalled for James and Danni to come join her inside. Afterwards she walked back inside, sitting on one of the benches in the main room of the mess hall, waiting for her friends to catch up.
v4 Characters:

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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September 15th, 2008, 5:23 am #2

{{Edgar Hoskins continued from Long Road to Ruin}}

Edgar leaned against a tree, doing something he'd been wanting to do for a while: having a smoke.

As he stood there, breathing the smoke into his lungs, he didn't think about much in particular. In fact, in that moment, his mind was a complete blank as he just stared off into space.

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"What the hell are you doing!?"

Edgar stood on the sidewalk just in front of his house, his eyes turned to the front porch. There stood four teenagers that were quite familiar to him. After all, he had been a member of their little gang of deliquents up until a couple of days ago. They spent their days picking on their classmates, beating up and getting beaten up by whoever they decided to challenge (and whoever decided to challenge them,) and generally thinking they were hot shit for going against the rules. Eventually, though, the group began to go a little too far, partaking in activities that he didn't approve of. Two of them had bragged about a week ago about robbing a convinience store, while another was discovered to have started using cociance. What they had done before was one thing, but when it came to things that could earn him some serious jailtime if he was caught...well, that was where he drew the line.

"What the FUCK are you doing!?" He repeated, with more anger in his voice this time. For one of the boys was holding a bloody switchblade, and between the four, laying on the ground, beaten, bruised, and bloodied, was his own father.

"Oh, there you are! It's about damn time you came to the party!" Said the boy holding the switchblade, the leader of the group. "You were a little late, so we just had to start without you."

Edgar took a step forward, and the boy with the switchblade held it out menacingly. "Now hold it right there. It was pretty rude what you did, leaving like that. I mean, not even a goodbye? I must say, that really pisses me off. We were all friends for a long time. We watched each other's backs, knew each other's secrets. And when one of us just leaves so rudely like that, it really hurts my feelings. And when my feelings get hurt like that, it makes me want to do things to the one who did it. Bad things. Horrible things."

"You..."

"Me? Me what?"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'LL KILL YOU!!"


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Edgar let out a sigh. Of all the memories that could have resurfaced at that moment, it just had to be that one. It definitely wasn't something he was very happy about remembering. His dad, who had looked after him all by himself, who worked so hard to support the two of them, had survived the assault, but doctor said that he could never walk again.

And it was all because he had to go and be an idiot, and hang out with the wrong crowd.

Dropping the remnants of the cigarette to the ground and crushing the butt under his heel, he continued on his way. After about fifteen minutes or so a building came into view. Finally, some decent shelter. He thought to himself, circling the building and spotting the entrance, he started to step inside, though he stopped as he realized that he was not alone. There was a girl seated at one of the benches, and the fact that she had a rifle with her told him that she wasn't someone he wanted to fuck with. Still, he didn't know when he'd find shelter like this again.

Deciding to take his chances, he stood half in and half out of the doorway, ready to bolt if things went south. "Hey." He started. "This place taken? I'm not looking to turn you into a corpse or anything, I just want to get out of this rain." He looked up at the sky for a moment. "I swear to God, Mother Nature must be conspiring with Danya to make us even more miserable. Anyway, all I have is a couple of sticks. I mean, they're pretty well made sticks, but until I hone my untapped superhuman reflexes to the point where I can block bullets with them, I doubt I could put up much of a fight even if I wanted to."

Untapped superhuman...what the fuck are you babbling about? He shook his head. "Look, point is, I'm cold, wet and miserable. You look cold, wet, and miserable. How about we just be cold, wet, and miserable together?"

Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!

V5 hopefuls:
Hiro Fukuyama: "N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
Lucy Rosenberg: "If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
Angus McDonald: "To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"

[+] spoiler
Maria "Animal" Graham is dead at the Residential District.
Duncan McMahon is dead at the Residential District.
Sebastian Decartes is dead at the Infirmary.
Petrushka Ivanova is dead at the Groundskeeper's Hut.
banthesun wrote:She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs
ZombiexCreame wrote:But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?
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September 17th, 2008, 9:31 pm #3

((continued from At a Loss))

((OOC: choic and myself are going to post around you there, Llama, for the sake of having our characters where they should be when Ed comes around.))

James waited with Danni, scanning the area with the Springfield XD until Trish gave the OK to come in. He followed her quickly into the mess hall and tossed his things on one of the tables. It finally looked safe to get to cleaning the other pistol. He seated himself at the table and dug through his pack (which now contained most of Jeff Thorne's gear as well) until he found the Ballester-Molina's instruction manual. With some difficulty he began to disassemble the jammed weapon, his resolve strong to get on the ball about it.

SOTF had essentially condemned James to die about a week ago, but after his earlier psychotic episode (really, what else could it have been?) he'd found himself detached from much of the experience. He felt the fear of being killed, yes, every minute, but not the fear of absolution that Danya was aiming to weigh down on all of them. Maybe somehow he'd bypassed the grieving process while he was tripping balls. Regardless, he'd found his focus anywhere but on the future or even the past. It stayed in the present, where he wasn't fated to die, but just in danger of it. He trusted Trish with his life, and was beginning to trust Danni as well. He felt secure in their heavily-armed little group.

"Trish, you have anything I can use to--" James stopped mid-sentence and dropped the pieces of the pistol onto the table with a clatter, reflexively grabbing the Springfield and pointing it at the guy standing in the doorway. He said (in an annoying roundabout way) that he wanted shelter. James had seen a guy go from cucumber cool to yelling idiot on two separate occasions now, and wasn't about to drop his guard and welcome this cowboy in with open arms.

He glanced at Danni and Trish. "Oh uh, I don't know if we're looking for a funny guy right now," he responded a little blankly, so that it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. "...Can you sing?"

For a second the notion occurred to ask him if he could dance and then start shooting wildly at his feet, but James suppressed the urge.


v3 Minions
B21: Nigel Gillespie
G09: Jessa Vanallen
B20: Harry Tsai
B13: James Brown
B112: Dennis Bernard
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September 25th, 2008, 10:53 am #4

((Continued from At A Loss))

Danni bounced lightly on her heels to dispel the cold. She gave a light sneeze. After so many days without shelter the rain had finally gotten to her, burrowing into her sinuses and behind her eyes like so many hungry maggots on a corpse. She gagged a bit at that mental image, pushed it away, and turned her attention to the still-empty entryway of the mess hall.

Her bouncing became increasingly vigorous as her impatience grew. How long had Trish been in there? Judging by the fact that James was still standing there with all of the emotion of one of the Queen's Guard, it couldn't have been long. Unless he'd died or fallen asleep standing or something. She glanced over. His head was still moving. This was a good sign.

Just as this fear was assuaged, another arose from behind her nostrils. She clamped her fingers firmly to the bridge of her nose. There were several things she feared showing others. This included weakness, shame, and bodily fluids. James was sweet enough, but she wasn't sure she was comfortable enough with him to be okay with spraying mucus at him. Her second attempt at quelling the beast trying to escape her nares was thwarted by Trish's sudden reappearance. She let out a considerably heavier sneeze and embarrassedly wiped her nose on her wrist as she followed the two into the hall.

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Before Danni even had time to register Ed's presence, she saw James raise the gun. She froze at the end of the table. Her first thought was that the entrance was still right behind her. She could bolt at the slightest sign of danger. It was a cowardly thought and she hated herself for it, but if it came down to it she wasn't about to sacrifice her life in the name of some misguided heroism. The notion of "going down with he ship" wasn't one that sat well with her.

However, her desperate thoughts were cut short by the phrase "untapped superhuman reflexes". This was no killer. Her face blushed with shame. What if Trish and James had known what she was thinking? They'd hate her. They'd be just as disgusted with her as she was herself. She collapsed into a seat at the far end of the table and put her head on it, attempting to hide her shame between her arms.
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September 29th, 2008, 6:20 pm #5

Once her friends made it inside, Trish relaxed visibly. The mess hall was probably the safest place she'd been to over the course of her stay on the island, and its atmosphere helped her to recompose. Nevertheless she couldn't help but remember the last time she'd felt remotely serene and how quickly that had been shattered, and as her thoughts drifted back to the brook and Jake's pale, lifeless eyes staring up at her, her grip on the AK tightened.

Sure enough, as if on cue, Ed Hoskins came rushing into the building to seek shelter from the rain. Trish didn't know much more than his name, but there was something about him that set her off the wrong way.

"Hey," he began, and as Trish tried to return his casual greeting she found herself interrupted by a long-winded speech that sounded like it had been practiced beforehand. Despite trying numerous times to get a word in she found herself constantly being drowned out by Ed's windbaggery, and eventually gave up altogether out of frustration.

"Look, point is, I'm cold, wet and miserable. You look cold, wet, and miserable. How about we just be cold, wet, and miserable together?"

Considerably frustrated by this point, Trish strongly considered telling the boy off. James however came up with a dry and witty response which served not only to emphasize her feelings on the situation, but also defuse some of the tension she felt building up. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if she was over-reacting. The fiasco at the brook had gone out of control for no discernable reason, so why should she create a problem when there wasn't one to begin with?

"He's right. We're not really looking for anyone else...but if you wanna keep out of the rain, go ahead. Just stay where we can see you," Trish directed quite mildly. She didn't feel the need to be harsh with Ed or push him around; surely the AK she carried did most of the talking for her.

Not bothering to turn her back to him, Trish inched over a few feet towards James and Danni and took a seat on a bench closer to the two of them. Making sure to keep one eye on Ed the whole time, she lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper.

"You should probably hurry up with that cleaning..." she started, directing the suggestion at James. The three of them were pretty well-rested, and she didn't feel like they had to take a break for very long. They'd be safer travelling in the jungle anyway, despite the traps. Everyone would be seeking shelter from the rain at this point, so outside was probably their safest bet for not running into any more gun-toting maniacs.

"...Either of you recognize him?"
v4 Characters:

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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October 1st, 2008, 8:58 pm #6

Edgar took a step back as James pointed the gun at him, trying to put the doorframe between the two of them. It was to be expected, really. At this point in the game, anyone perfectly willing to trust a complete stranger was practically painting a red target on their forehead. Looks like it might be time to make tracks...

But then Trish stepped in at that moment, allowing Ed to come in, as long as he didn't pull any funny business. Which was good, because he had no intention of doing such. "Danke." He said simply, simply making his way over to a separate table and sitting down, facing away from the others. After a few moments he had a familar craving. Fuck, again? This shit must be really starting to get to me. He thought to himself, reaching into his pocket for the pack of cigarettes, looking back at the others. "You mind if I smoke?"

Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!

V5 hopefuls:
Hiro Fukuyama: "N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
Lucy Rosenberg: "If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
Angus McDonald: "To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"

[+] spoiler
Maria "Animal" Graham is dead at the Residential District.
Duncan McMahon is dead at the Residential District.
Sebastian Decartes is dead at the Infirmary.
Petrushka Ivanova is dead at the Groundskeeper's Hut.
banthesun wrote:She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs
ZombiexCreame wrote:But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?
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October 5th, 2008, 2:56 am #7

James turned his attention back to the handgun on the table in front of him as Trish addressed the boy in a more "no srsly" manner. He let himself in.

"Danke."

"Gazunteit," James grunted throatily in response. Disassembling the Ballester-Molina was fairly easy with the manual open in front of him, but it was annoyingly difficult to clean without a rag. The hem of his shirt would have to do.

"Either of you recognize him?" asked Trish.

James lifted his eyes from his project for a moment and shook his head at Trish.

"Mind if I smoke?" inquired the cowboy.

James' brow furrowed and the corner of his mouth curled upward. He rolled his eyes at Trish and Danni before returning them to the Ballester.


v3 Minions
B21: Nigel Gillespie
G09: Jessa Vanallen
B20: Harry Tsai
B13: James Brown
B112: Dennis Bernard
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October 15th, 2008, 3:38 am #8

Danni only lifted her head to acknowledge Trish's question with a slight shake of her head, and kept it up long enough to give a shy smile to James's gesture. She was ready to continue to drown herself in a pool of self-depreciation when she felt the pressure in her nostrils begin to build again.

Her eyes widened. This wasn't a simple sneeze, the sort she could manage to hide in the crook of her arm or something. This was the dreaded sort she'd run out to the hall in the middle of class with a box of tissues for. She desperately climbed out from her seat at the table and muttered "Be right back". She got to her feet.

Before she could manage to even raise her hands to block it, it happened. She spent several seconds making a desperate "Aaaahhh" noise and trying to stop it by force of sheer willpower. But the beast would not be denied. She let out a resounding, earth-shattering "CHOOO" as a Lovecraftian monster came flying from her olfactory orifice. She was briefly reminded of a scene from Flubber before the creature collided with the floor with a sickening splat. Her hands flew to her face as if she'd just uttered some unforgivable obscenity.

She stared at the mess of green carnage with wide eyes shock, then suddenly flew from the building, letting out a muffled "Excuse me" between her cupped hands.
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October 15th, 2008, 10:35 pm #9

After confirming that neither James nor Danni knew Ed very well, which didn't help since all she knew herself was his name, Trish shifted around in her seat a little and took another quick glance towards him.

What bothered Trish more than the fact that she barely knew Edgar at all (not to mention that they were stuck in a game together where only one of them could live) was that his appearance and his demeanour were almost completely contradictory. In short, he looked like a badass; strangely, however, he almost seemed personable. Something wasn't adding up, and Trish wasn't naive enough to look the other way.

When Ed asked if he could have a cigarette, Trish strangely found herself craving one as well. She wasn't a regular smoker, but the hobby often occupied her when nothing else could. Still, the fact that she didn't trust Ed prevailed, and after spending a few seconds in uncomfortable silence she eventually let the question pass. Fidgeting in her seat, Trish awkwardly fumbled around with the AK-47 in her lap in an attempt to distract herself from the tension she felt building up around the group.

As if on cue, Danni broke the silence with a larger than life sneeze some distance away. Trish had barely noticed the girl get up and move away from them, but as she rushed out the door Trish found the answer to Edgar's question.

"Looks like she's allergic," she mused aloud, smirking in Ed's general direction in an attempt to break the awkward silence.
v4 Characters:

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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October 21st, 2008, 10:36 pm #10

"Holy shit..."

Edgar couldn't help but stare in a mixture of awe and revulsion at the...thing that flew out of Danni's nose. "Er...no problem." He said in response to her utterance of 'Excuse me.'

His gaze moved towards the front door for a moment, noticing that it was starting to get lighter out. He found himself thinking about how long the night seemed to last this time around. Maybe it's just my imagination... But it was strange. Surely by now Danya would've chimed in with the daily announcements by now. It certainly sounded like his favorite part of the day. His mind starting to wander, he began to wonder if something had happened to him between now and the last announcement.

Maybe that fat fuck choked to death on his dinner or some shit. Heh, wouldn't that be an interesting way for one of the most feared terrorists of our time to go out?

Finding that the distraction had subdued his nicotine craving to a more tolerable level, Ed put the cigarette back. No telling how long I'll be here. Best save it for when I REALLY need it, or I'll run out pretty quickly. And with that he sat back and waited for...well, for SOMETHING to happen.

Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!

V5 hopefuls:
Hiro Fukuyama: "N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
Lucy Rosenberg: "If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
Angus McDonald: "To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"

[+] spoiler
Maria "Animal" Graham is dead at the Residential District.
Duncan McMahon is dead at the Residential District.
Sebastian Decartes is dead at the Infirmary.
Petrushka Ivanova is dead at the Groundskeeper's Hut.
banthesun wrote:She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs
ZombiexCreame wrote:But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?
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