Drawing to an End

The third floor is the children’s and maternity floor. Empty baby cribs fill one room, and there are several chairs with stirrups. Deflated “It’s a girl” balloons are the only point of color in a drab waiting room. Plastic toy soldiers and dolls cover the floor of the children’s rooms. The beds have sheets with cartoons on them. Drawings in crayon and marker are proudly displayed.

Drawing to an End

VysePresident
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March 3rd, 2014, 12:48 pm #1

((Chase Rodriguez continued from: Do You Know Who I Am?))

The world was falling apart and Chase was drawing.

The maternity waiting room was hardly the most inspiring area to work. Once upon a time, it might have been a happy, hopeful place, but that hardly showed in the dull, lifeless gloom that hung over everything. No lights, no voices, nothing like home, and a creeping chill filled the air.

Perhaps that was why his first attempt failed so miserably, fading into a nebulous cloud of swirling lines devoid of any meaning. He wasn't even sure what he'd been trying to make in the first place.

Crumple and discard.

On the face of it, he knew it was a silly thing to be doing. But then, what was left now but the silly things? What else, but the grief and resentment that was battering at him, as fierce as the rain pounding against the sides of the hospital he'd taken shelter in?

Lydia had died. Now Yukiko was dead too. Jaq had been a killer after all. Half the class was already dead, and there were three bodies rotting below. He could still imagine them just as vividly, could still remember nearly breaking into a run on the stairs, climbing as far away from it all as they would take him. Tears didn't show when you were already soaking wet, but he could feel them creeping up all the same. There was no sense, no shred of hope to be found in any of this, and he'd long since given up searching for them.

None of it was right. None of it could be changed.

So he drew.

His next attempt was meant to be a landscape, but his heart just wasn't in it. The details were coming out all wrong. First the tree was too small, then too large. Then the clouds were just large splotches, and finally, his hand slipped, digging into the paper and leaving a gash that left the whole thing completely ruined.

His face creased into a small frown, and he sighed. Crumple and discard.

The rain continued its ceaseless pounding as he worked on.
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March 9th, 2014, 11:05 am #2

Chase was drawing, and the world was fading away as he worked.

Outside, it was still raining. Inside, it was still cold and gloomy. None of that seemed to matter now, though. For once, just for one blessed moment, he had a purpose. He knew what he was making now, and there was a light in his eyes that shone even through the look of intense concentration on his face. The gloom seemed to dissolve away as he worked, and the rain became a friend, its pounding beat a rhythm for his hand to follow.

The pen seemed almost to come to life his hands as the picture took on form, flying across the paper and sketching an outline that was already crystal clear in his mind. Lines flowed into shapes, and shapes formed into familiar images. He traced over them once, and lines became sharp and crisp as the picture came to life. There were a few finishing touches left to add; freckles on a face and a laughing smile, a few more traces here and there, and he was done.

It was a sketch of his family, that was all, a precious little moment brought to life again. He was still in his graduation robes, and Audrey was clinging to his back, laughing. His mother was beaming, and while his father's smile was quieter, it was no less proud. They'd all been so happy back then. There had been hopes, dreams, and a future. It felt like that was eons ago.

A small, wistful little smile of his own crept onto his face as he leaned into the chair, scratching at the back of his head. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't even the best work he'd ever done, but he didn't care. That wasn't the point. For a moment, he just sat back, and let his mind wander off to a happier time, a time when it'd just been him, his family, and a few close friends. He didn't know what tomorrow was going to bring, and for now, it didn't really matter.

There was a slight movement, a faint shadow fell across him, barely visible in the dull light.

His gaze turned upwards, but without any real urgency. His reverie was unbroken, he was too slow to realize what was happening.

"Hello?"
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March 14th, 2014, 11:22 am #3

((Katarina Konipaski continued from Fumble))

She stopped just inside the entryway, far enough inside to keep the rain off her back. It seemed to be lightening, at least, but of course she was already wet and cold. A little part of her didn't mind, though. It was familiar. Homey. She'd lived in Seattle all her life, and spent a good deal of her time running up, down, and around the hilly coast, rain or shine. And for the thousandth time she reminded herself just how far away those fond memories were, just how much blood and pain and terror guarded her return.

Katarina shook her head, glancing over her should, sweeping a finger back over her forehead. easing her bag to the floor and kneeling over it. She reached past the gun that was, as usual, sitting within easy reach beneath the open zipper, and rummaged for a second before her fingers found the strong, stretchy cotton of the extra bandages she'd looted from Steven's bag. A solution so obvious it seemed as if she'd grabbed them for the very purpose. Smiling slightly she slipped it beneath her foot, winding up and around and across, a few good wraps beneath her toe and a solid X across her heel. Enough for an effect, she hoped, but not too much that she couldn't push off when she needed to. And - she couldn't help herself - criss-crossing up her boot in a neat little pattern. It felt a little childish, but the feeble excuse that she didn't feel like cutting off the excess was more than enough for her.

She straightened up once she'd finished wrapping her other boot and tested out her handiwork; her grip on the floor was still decent, but her foot made little noise against the floor, even less if she slid into it toe-first. With that, she looked around herself and padded quietly into the building. An abandoned hospital, then? She'd seen enough of the setting in movies or on TV to know how that usually worked out. Even played a game once where they'd kicked off the end of the world from one. The latter she had to admit seemed a bit unlikely, but as she pushed into the gloom it seemed less and less like a bluff she'd be willing to call. That, at least was some small comfort, because anyone seeking a bit of shelter from rain or cold or murderers would doubtless prefer a place that didn't creep them the hell out.

Through dim halls and drab rooms she wandered, a little restless edge working at the edge of her thoughts. It would be best just to lie in some decrepit chair or, even better, curl up against a peeling wall in satisfied discomfort, but somehow that didn't seem like a satisfying option right now. That meant stopping and waiting again, alone with her thoughts and her paranoia and that grinding, ominous feeling of dread, of what's behind that corner, of what comes next. Besides, she thought, it might not be a bad place to spend the night, or the late afternoon or morning or whenever the hell she was sleeping now after paranoia had bent her sleep cycle into a twisted mess. But she'd have to scope it all out if so, make sure nobody came slithering out of the depths to cut her throat as she slept. And while she was waiting, when she was awake and aware, she could benefit more than a little from knowing the layout of the place.

And so she pressed on until she found herself staring at a sign that read "Third Floor: Maternity and Children's" If the drab, dark, and cavernous depths of the rest of the hospital were unsettling, the ward she now pressed on into was downright disturbing, like a clown with sharp teeth. Drawings made by children, some doubtless dead and buried now, marked the walls. Abandoned toys littered the floor. Where were the hands that last touched them, she couldn't stop herself thinking, and were they strong or withered or rotting into dust by now?

A sickly smell she'd come to know better than she'd ever hoped came wafting through the stagnant air. She arrested her breathing, turned to move away, but in the quiet of it all - a little scratching noise. Heart in her throat, she slipped a hand into her bag and held the gun ready. Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, she slipped forward.

A blond-haired boy bent earnestly over a little table, hand clutched around something long and thin that skated over the paper before him. The simultaneous desire for fight and flight and a dozen things besides rose inside her, but the raising of her gun was met with absolutely no response. He was totally engrossed in his work. She stepped closer, her fingers trembling at the thought that he might hear, but still he swept and swirled his hand around the page.

Her palms were aching enough already, her wrists uncomfortable and sore. The SMG was so heavy, so brutal and unruly and loud. Its last shots still rang in her ears. The blood it has spilled was still tacking over her shirt and her jeans, crusting over her boots and her arms and her fingers where it spattered and smeared and dried.

Another step closer. She couldn't miss now. Well - she could. But if spray and pray had been hedged the odds before, it was near-certainty now. And then what next? The immediate was obvious, but what after that? And after that? Almost half a dozen now, and the inescapable fact was that that "now" really meant ten second, twenty, thirty into the future. You couldn't just mess with people who couldn't count their atrocities on one hand. Her breathing would give her away soon. There was food in her bag. A reputation on her name. A target on her back only to those she could count as clinically insane. A message in her brain: you could mess with people who couldn't even stick to their own plans.

Chase opened his mouth in greeting, for she could recognize him as he raised his head up from his work. "Hel-" he said, but the tail of it was to Katarina as her heart throbbed and her breath rushed halfway out. One hand braced the other, one finger curled around the trigger, and there was no more hesitation as she squeezed it.
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Taking a sand nap in the Eastern Inlet with the iPod from Heck
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G090 Kari Nichols - "please..."
Sleeping forever in the Logging Road with the Nothing

B088 Cody Jenkins - "They won't come, you know."
Decomposing in the Northern Cliffs with the Middle Finger (x1)
NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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March 14th, 2014, 6:46 pm #4

It was over so fast, Chase didn't even have time to scream.

By the time he'd registered the gun as a threat, the bullet was already smashing through his skull, slicing through his brain in an instant. He never met his killer's eyes, he never had a chance to wonder why.

The paper fell from his hand as he slumped forward, floating gently to the ground. There hadn't been a whole lot of blood, at least not at first. Only a few scattered drops to spread across his drawing, staining the seeds of a future he'd never know.

His body moved for a little while after that, but he was already gone.

B0066, Chase Rodriguez: DECEASED
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March 16th, 2014, 1:25 am #5

((Zubin Wadia continued from Allegory, Allegorier, Allegoriest))

Zubin wasn't really in the mood for rain. This much was obvious. Living in Seattle meant that any rain that came down there was normally cold and dreary, and it was the same here. So when he found the hospital, he practically ran inside into the dry and all the way up to the third floor. Why he didn't stay on the first floor where it was empty and easy to leave in case of a Danger Zone, he didn't know even when he got there. Maybe it was just because he liked running or whatnot. Either way, the place seemed pretty empty, so when the announcement came, he could just leave. As he looked around, he saw the surroundings. It seemed comfortable enough, if a little dreary, and safe. Don't forget safe.

Goddamit!

Somebody went and ruined it. Gunshots were about as unsafe as it got. Zubin looked around as he hid behind the corner. As he quickly snuck his head around he noticed a female student standing at a doorway. Other than that, though, he couldn't make out anything.

Why do I always get myself into trouble?
Female #16: Jaime Schanbacher; Status: ACTIVE 0
Female #42: Sabrina Luz; Status: ACTIVE 0

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Male #9 - Zubin Wadia; Status: ACTIVE, "... and for those three reasons, good fences make good neighbors."(-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10)
Female #32 - Katarin "Kat" Tolstoff; Status: #70 ELIMINATED, "How's Miles? He must really be in a lot of pain right now."(-2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5)
Male #53 - Michael Whaley - Status: #9 ELIMINATED; "Just ... wanted ...help." (-1 0 1)
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Male #16 - Jason Clarke; Status: #111 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Instinct - "Bollocks ..."
Male #28 - James "Jimmy" Robertson; Status: #97 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Darken Your Clothes and Strike a Violent Pose - "Stay strong ..."
Male #41 - Simon Telamon; Status: #213 RESCUED, Final Location: A Slight Change of Plans - ??? ?????????, ? ?????????, ? ???? ??? ???????? ?????, ? ????, ?? ????? ??? ????????? ???????? ???????, ??? ?????? ?????. ?? ?????????? ?? ??????? ????? ??? ?? ????.
Female #31 - Charlene Norris; Status: #189 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Everyday is like Sunday - ""You're my ... BFF. You ... were the best ..."
Female #50 - Tiffany Chanders; Status: #161 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Legoland Empire - What is she going to do with that now? It's not like (Adopted from selphie_trabia)
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Female #17: Jaquilyn Locke WINNER
Female #9: Cassidy Kant SECOND PLACE
Female #16: Venice Pennington-Johannes THIRD PLACE
Male #9: Zubin Wadia JURY MEMBER #10
Male #14: Joachim Lovelace JURY MEMBER #9
Male #4: Owen Kay JURY MEMBER #8
Female #57: Cammy Davidson JURY MEMBER #7
Female #39:Lana Torres JURY MEMBER #6
Female #12: Cassandra Black JURY MEMBER #5
Male #29: Matt Masters JURY MEMBER #4
Female #32: Kat Tolstoff JURY MEMBER #3
Male #41: Virgil Jefferson-Davis JURY MEMBER #2
Male #32: Rutherford ?R.J.? Roger JURY MEMBER #1

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Male #59: David Zimmer #8 ELIMINATED
Male #24: Francis St. Ledger #9 ELIMINATED

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Female #44: Sharon Austin #5 ELIMINATED
Female #18: Claire Monaghan #7 ELIMINATED

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Female #19: Miranda Millers #6 ELIMINATED
Female #64: Alice Gilman #4 ELIMINATED

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March 26th, 2014, 1:09 pm #6

Bits of white and bits of red erupted like the worst perversion of a science-fair volcano Katarina could imagine. They plastered the wall across from her, clung and dripped and peeled away like bits of rotted fruit. They hit the floor she couldn't see with a patter too soft to hear, but her own brain, her blessedly intact brain that wasn't blasted and scattered to the four winds, filled in every missing bit of it.

She should have vomited at the sight. Would have a week ago, for sure. But now she simply blinked and stared and wrung her hands and and tried to piece together the meaning behind the profound emptiness that descended upon the room. She took a deep breath, inhaled the familiar heavy scent of combustion that was so quick to dissipate but which never really left her now. So simple, smooth, routine. Pride should be the battle she fought now. It had been the downfall, as far as she could tell, of everyone else who'd tried to walk the razor path between reevaluating traditional morality and discarding all decency. She should be fighting to stop herself from feeling safe or strong, to withhold the pat on her own back. It was a decision of incalculable weight, one you had to support with every little synapse of your brain or you'd sabotage yourself before the end. A little mercy, a little levity, an irreparable crack in the armor. It was, in short, the biggest, most crucial, most spectacularly audacious decision you could make, and you couldn't waver an instant lest you consume yourself. Why, then, did something so grand and important and visceral feel so... hollow?

Just a thing, she told herself, and it didn't help but she didn't stop. An object. A corpse, not a living person. His doom was always coming. Nobody could hold out forever. In a week they'd all be dead, minus one. And they didn't deserve it, no, but that didn't really change anything. They'd die anyways. So there was no need for pity, no room in the rational workings of her mind for guilt or sadness. They were already dead and she just happened to be the one who made them stop moving. And she was exceedingly efficient at it. It wasn't guilt, then, for no repentant soul could act so efficiently, so mechanically, when it came to snuffing out a life. There was no need to flinch or cry when everyone was a temporarily-walking corpse.

But then, it followed, was she any different? That was the theme of it all. Nothing supernatural or special about her. You didn't level up or absorb any measure or strength or wisdom from the corpses you made. She was hedging her bets, yes. But you couldn't hang your life on a loaded die. She'd break as easily as the doll that lay in halves near the foot of the desk, and she wouldn't age so gracefully. Teeth and shoes, that's what you left behind. Teeth, shoes, and a stain on the floor that couldn't be purged or scrubbed away. But nothing that would resemble her after a few days, or maybe even in the course of whatever method it took to ravage her body until her soul was ripped unwilling out of it. Katarina Konipaski would be lost and nowhere to be found again.

She turned her gaze from the garish mess in front of her. It couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it. But she knew even the whole determination of her entire being couldn't will an artery to mend itself once it was severed or keep her consciousness amongst the fragments of a brain splattered like mud across the ground. It was enough for now to know what lay in store if she faltered, though. There was enough uncertainty when she was fully engrossed in the planning and the lurking and the shooting. If she let her mental edge dull, there was a near-certainty, and not the one she liked the sound of.

A corpse to loot, then, and then preparations to hide out in some refuge somewhere where she hadn't announced her presence with the neon sign of echoing gunshots. Paranoia rose within her with the same regularity as the obsessions that left her face twitching or her finger sweeping endlessly over her forehead to corral bangs that were already neatly swept back - it had been a good ten or fifteen seconds since she'd scanned around herself, after all, which may well have been years. As she turned, the sound of footsteps nearly buried all her careful planning under cardiac arrest. She started violently, turning and stepping back, snapping her gun up in front of her in a reflex action she would find the time later to feel pleased about.

The warmth of panic and fear and anger and rushing blood filled her again and she was in full survival mode again. She dared not break eye contact with the face that popped around the corner, not even as she let the gun lower a bit, peeled one hand off and reached down to the floor beneath her feet. A nice, smooth bend at the knees, almost like a curtsy, and her fingers wrapped around the handle of the little mini scythe she'd dropped in the process of firing her gun. Her lips peeled apart the scum of lengthy silence that tacked them lightly together as she began to straighten up.

"I'm not in the mood."
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G065 KK Konipaski - "I killed a girl today. I think. And I didn't make a lot of friends with it. You don't bleed that much and walk away, I know that."
Skidded to a halt in the Central Park with the Basket-Hilted Rapier, Swordbreaker, Butterfly Knife, Stinger.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

B060 Matthew Young - "What brings you to the beach on this crappy day?"
Taking a sand nap in the Eastern Inlet with the iPod from Heck
1 2 3 4

G075 Tessa Blackridge - "Oh. ...I left quite a mess, didn't I?"
Staring down the cold hand of Death in the Bike Trails with the Pepper Spray
1 2
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B055 Nick Reid - "Put that thing down, and neither of us have to die."
Troubled no more in the Mountains with the Molotov (x1), Estoc, Jutte

G090 Kari Nichols - "please..."
Sleeping forever in the Logging Road with the Nothing

B088 Cody Jenkins - "They won't come, you know."
Decomposing in the Northern Cliffs with the Middle Finger (x1)
NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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March 28th, 2014, 6:53 am #7

Zubin could hear his heart thumping in his chest as he pressed himself against the wall. He could have sworn for a second that she was looking at him. He slowly peeked around the corner, only to turn back when he could have sworn she saw him.

"I'm not in the mood."

She wasn't in the mood? For a second, Zubin wondered what he meant, before coming to the conclusion that she wasn't in the mood to short anybody, because that's what he wanted her to think. As such, he did the only thing possible: he ran like hell out of there.

Go ahead and call me a coward. I'm still breathing.

((Zubin Wadia continued elsewhere))
Female #16: Jaime Schanbacher; Status: ACTIVE 0
Female #42: Sabrina Luz; Status: ACTIVE 0

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Male #9 - Zubin Wadia; Status: ACTIVE, "... and for those three reasons, good fences make good neighbors."(-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10)
Female #32 - Katarin "Kat" Tolstoff; Status: #70 ELIMINATED, "How's Miles? He must really be in a lot of pain right now."(-2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5)
Male #53 - Michael Whaley - Status: #9 ELIMINATED; "Just ... wanted ...help." (-1 0 1)
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Male #16 - Jason Clarke; Status: #111 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Instinct - "Bollocks ..."
Male #28 - James "Jimmy" Robertson; Status: #97 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Darken Your Clothes and Strike a Violent Pose - "Stay strong ..."
Male #41 - Simon Telamon; Status: #213 RESCUED, Final Location: A Slight Change of Plans - ??? ?????????, ? ?????????, ? ???? ??? ???????? ?????, ? ????, ?? ????? ??? ????????? ???????? ???????, ??? ?????? ?????. ?? ?????????? ?? ??????? ????? ??? ?? ????.
Female #31 - Charlene Norris; Status: #189 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Everyday is like Sunday - ""You're my ... BFF. You ... were the best ..."
Female #50 - Tiffany Chanders; Status: #161 ELIMINATED, Final Location: Legoland Empire - What is she going to do with that now? It's not like (Adopted from selphie_trabia)
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Survivor: The Cursed Islands

Gandhi Tribe

Female #17: Jaquilyn Locke WINNER
Female #9: Cassidy Kant SECOND PLACE
Female #16: Venice Pennington-Johannes THIRD PLACE
Male #9: Zubin Wadia JURY MEMBER #10
Male #14: Joachim Lovelace JURY MEMBER #9
Male #4: Owen Kay JURY MEMBER #8
Female #57: Cammy Davidson JURY MEMBER #7
Female #39:Lana Torres JURY MEMBER #6
Female #12: Cassandra Black JURY MEMBER #5
Male #29: Matt Masters JURY MEMBER #4
Female #32: Kat Tolstoff JURY MEMBER #3
Male #41: Virgil Jefferson-Davis JURY MEMBER #2
Male #32: Rutherford ?R.J.? Roger JURY MEMBER #1

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Male #59: David Zimmer #8 ELIMINATED
Male #24: Francis St. Ledger #9 ELIMINATED

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Female #18: Claire Monaghan #7 ELIMINATED

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Female #19: Miranda Millers #6 ELIMINATED
Female #64: Alice Gilman #4 ELIMINATED

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April 9th, 2014, 10:07 pm #8

She watched him flit away as quickly as he'd arrived, leaving her alone once more with her tracing thoughts and her pounding heart and the steady plip, plip behind her as blood and worse oozed to the edges of the desk and splashed onto the floor. Satisfaction or fear or pride or all of them together twisted through her mind as she watched the empty doorframe, paranoia whitening her knuckles around the grip of her weapon. Gunshots were beacons to the suicidally righteous, and even if nobody now circled her position like a shark drawn to blood, her erstwhile stalker might be lurking around any convenient corner.

She smiled a little despite herself in trying to imagine Zubin lurking and waiting and preparing to throw his life into the destruction of some embittered foe. He didn't exactly seem the sort, to say the least. And yet, what weight did that even hold? She let the gun in her hand droop slowly towards the floor, turned to face the corpse slumped torn and spattered and cooling over the desk and the walls. A little chuckle, because she needed to be the sort that could chuckle at that. Because it was all so absurd. because it was all so terrible that it completely bypassed all rationality. She laughed a little harder, and she turned to make sure nobody was sneaking up to kill her, and she cleared her throat and brushed back the bangs that weren't hanging in front of her face. There were a lot of things you might not expect of people when it was time to lay the cards on the table.

Shivering in the shadow of the sudden, rushing mania, she stepped gingerly around to the poor kid's bag. A bit of food, maybe some water she'd drink and leave to keep her own stores up. That was what she stood to gain. He didn't deserve it, not by any stretch of fevered imagining. And he didn't not deserve it any more than anyone else, really. Not more than Steven. Never more than Steven. And not more than Theo or whoever else, even if they'd had it coming. A few hundred calories were a pathetic gain to lose a life over. A little more endurance in someone else's chase, a tiny bit of strength, a few more shivers to ward the chilling nights away from her slender frame.

It was a strange sort of feeling. Not at all the one she'd anticipated. She wasn't harrowed or buoyed up by bloodlust. It simply felt... impudent. Like she'd pulled a choice epithet against someone who had merely been arguing inarticulately for her side. Something, she had to be honest, that wormed and nagged at her. But, still on the track of honesty, because you could never survive in self-deception, something for which she could feel absolutely not regret. She salvaged the rest of his food, stored her paltry gains away, planned her route to slip back into the shadows. Maybe that night, or the next, or the next, she'd slip back out again, but if she was careful, the nagging feeling would be the worst she had to battle.

If the risk was zero, any reward would do.

((Katarina Konipaski continued in Two Opponents))
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G065 KK Konipaski - "I killed a girl today. I think. And I didn't make a lot of friends with it. You don't bleed that much and walk away, I know that."
Skidded to a halt in the Central Park with the Basket-Hilted Rapier, Swordbreaker, Butterfly Knife, Stinger.
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B060 Matthew Young - "What brings you to the beach on this crappy day?"
Taking a sand nap in the Eastern Inlet with the iPod from Heck
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G075 Tessa Blackridge - "Oh. ...I left quite a mess, didn't I?"
Staring down the cold hand of Death in the Bike Trails with the Pepper Spray
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B055 Nick Reid - "Put that thing down, and neither of us have to die."
Troubled no more in the Mountains with the Molotov (x1), Estoc, Jutte

G090 Kari Nichols - "please..."
Sleeping forever in the Logging Road with the Nothing

B088 Cody Jenkins - "They won't come, you know."
Decomposing in the Northern Cliffs with the Middle Finger (x1)
NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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