Flowerhead

The area was once green and wooded, however this portion of the island has since been logged through and the damage is plain to see. Large unkempt logs are scattered across the clear-cut area, caught amongst the endless stumps and what sparse foliage is available, which provides little cover. The area is silent, with little to no noise to be heard, creating an eerie sense of isolation.* Threads Allowed: 4 *

Flowerhead

MK Kilmarnock
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August 9th, 2010, 3:44 am #1

Wake up, Liam.

Wake up, you're going to be late for school, and you have to work after! You can't get detentions!

Come on, now, the bus is almost here, get up!


Liam "Brook" Brooks, Male Student No. 025 Start

Brook squinted his eyelids shut. They felt heavy, but dry and itchy all at the same time. His back ached. His legs felt cramped. His ribs were a bit sore, and worst of all, his hair seemed tangled beyond belief. His bed was lumpy as hell, and whatever his mother was cooking... well, it didn't stand up to the breakfast of previous mornings. In fact... nothing stood up to anything of the previous mornings. Something was terribly wrong.

With a groan on his lips and an audible creaking in his back, Brook sat up with some help and leverage from his arms. All along his legs, through the seat of his pants and up his back, there was an undeniable damn feeling. Where the hell was he? Morning crust still laced his eyes, keeping them shut until Brook took the time to carefully scrape the gunk from them with his fingertips. Giving a ragged breath to hopefully yet futilely combat the cold, dew filled air, Brook opened his eyes to learn the falseness of his dream.

He could only look at the desolate scene for a moment or two before his head bowed. He had not been dreaming. The kidnapping was real, being strapped to that chair while his classmates, friends and foes alike were probably pissing themselves in terror, that was real. His teachers... what happened to some of them... the spattering of blood. When it happened, Brook could have sworn that a drop of it got on him, and the hyperventilation was uncontrollable from that point until...

What happened? Brook had been caught up in the moment to the point where it all just... blacked. He tried to remember the point at which it all went away from him, but was unable to pinpoint it. What was, important, however, was now. Now he was on an island, set to die, unless he could perform a mission simple in concept: kill every other Bayview senior on the island.

Brook's head pressed further into the cold comfort of his hands, a small, whimpering sob coughing up from his throat. He couldn't even fathom killing anybody, much less people that he had gone to school with, and his friends. He clutched at the device strapped around his neck - the device that would force him to obey the sick will of this organization.

I have no choice! No choice! I have to either play the stupid game or... no... there's gotta be something else I can do! Brook lowered his hands, standing up. "My friends... gotta find anybody, they could b-"

The sharp pang of realization pulsed through Brook's mind, fully waking him up to his surroundings and situation. He had to be quiet, and to be careful. He had to find his friends, to be with somebody who could make him feel safe, but words from last night (or was it last night at all? Maybe it was minutes ago, he had no way of telling as it still felt so much like a dream) spoke themselves in his head again.

You can't bring yourself to kill your friends? What if your friends could kill you?

Brook uttered a muffled whimper once more and turned around a full three hundred sixty degrees to get a full look at his surroundings. This area was a sad, sad waste, with trees cut down with reckless abandon... Clear cutting. He always hated the clear cutting method of woodsmanship, but there was no time to argue that now. Seeing a pile of lumber very near to where he had woken up, Brook tucked behind it. His knee brushed up against something, which upon closer observation was revealed to be the daypack that the terrorists had told him about.

He hurriedly sifted through it. There had to be something, anything he could use. Flashlight, first aid kid, water... everything that he had been told about. His groping hand felt something... cold and metal. He pulled his hand out with the heavy object to reveal a small, home-made looking gun.

"Oh... oh god..."
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August 9th, 2010, 5:37 am #2

B046 - Jason Harris Start

Jason Harris had been thinking and he had been thinking for an awfully long while. After waking up in the middle of the logged forest he had sat upright and thought for about a minute. Grabbing his duffel bag he had pulled out his weapon. A strange 5 cylindered gun and held on to it while hoisting the duffel bag awkwardly over his shoulder. Looking around he had moved to the nearest 'safe' location. A pile of logs braced up against a tree. Here he had kept an eye out while he mulled things over.

Firstly he accepted he was stuck in this 'game' and therefore had to come up with a solution to survive. Secondly that the likelihood of escape would be very slim. Jason might be called an idealist, but he was a rational idealist and that meant dealing with reality. He had food and water, light, a map and compass and a; he flicked briefly through the manual in the bag; H&K P11. So the next thing to do would be to establish a home base, find shelter and group up with friends. He needed to play smart, play safe and above all not make and stupid mistakes.

Thinking hard he wished he had paid more attention to previous versions. He knew some students had been carrying unorthodox weapons but he couldn't remember what. He needed to make sure he was prepared. Staring down at the map he tried to familiarise himself with the island. Placing a small pen mark at where he hazarded his current location was he did some quick math. There were about 250 students on the trip. Given the size of the island, and the distribution there was likely someone close by.

Jason paused for a second, touching on the thin band of metal. The collar around his neck didn't bother him, but he knew he should be acutely aware of the danger of the item. Be careful of danger zones. He should head south. Towards the city centre. There would be more people there, but better places to hold out, to plan with others and to stay safe just in case.

His thoughts flickered to his friends and... Erin. Thank god Erin hadn't been on the trip, having to look after her dad she had cancelled at the last moment, but his friends were around. Brook, Nathan, Sierra, Kaine, Maf. He should find them first. None of them would be on a rampage, and he was pretty sure he could trust them. If he couldn't he was screwed anyway, so may as well make that assumption.

Jason shook his head. Stupid mistake. Don't make assumptions. Verify first.

Speaking out loud to himself Jason mentally checked off his to do list. "Move carefully and slowly south." He held up one finger. "Watch out for anyone I come across. Talk if they look smart or friendly, avoid if they are dangerous." Another finger went up. "Find my friends." A third. "Hole up in the city centre in a strong location and figure out a plan."

Grabbing his pack Jason nodded to himself, tearing a small chunk of bread and taking a swig of the water. No sense in being dehydrated or hungry and given the events of the previous versions there would be enough supplies around to last his 'stay' on the island.

---

Moving southward he heard the familiar voice of a friend.

"Oh..oh god.."

Jason couldn't help but smile. That was Brook. That son of a bitch was right next to him.

Jason mentally checked himself, remembering his mantra.

"Play Smarter, not harder."

Heading over to the voice he saw the form of Brook tucked in next to a pile of logs, looking at a small object in his hands. Jason froze for a second and then took a gulp as butterflies rushed through his stomach. In fact it was eerily similar to all those times he *nearly* had asked Erin out.

"Ok man, you can do this."

Breathing deeply Jason tentatively moved so he was somewhat obscured by a tree, and hopefully protected in case Brook did something a little... unexpected. He knew that his good mate wasn't liable to shoot anyone but Brook didn't exactly cope well with stress and this was a *very* stressful situation. He called out in what he hoped was a relaxed voice.

"Hey Brook, mate, it's me Jason."



Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
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The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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August 10th, 2010, 2:25 am #3

No sooner than Brook had picked up the shabby yet ominous weapon from his daypack, a voice had called out to him. Before that, he wasn't sure if the silence was the most unwelcome part about the atmosphere. Its shattering held jarring results that might've been comparable to the unsettling feeling wrenching his guts to pieces, if all that slow tear on his mind and will had been condensed into a pane of glass that had now shattered.

The next second and a half felt nearly all the muscles in one particular boy's body lock up, practically tied up in knots. What was that? What was that, what was that, what was that, what was that!!!!? His head was the first part of his body to regain movement, at which point it jerked around to look in the direction of the offending voice. The rest of his body was quick to follow, his hand having already slipped into position on the small firearm. It was somebody coming to get him, had to be, for the words themselves no longer held any meaning. Any voice was a sign of somebody else near, and anybody else near was out to kill him. They had to be.

His arm was shaking, sweat was pouring out of his palms like faucets, and the gun now might as well have weighed as much as the heaviest dumbell in the gym. Even so, the gun was poised to shoot, his hand clenched on the grip so tight that his knuckles were white.

Easy...

Brook gulped, reaching with his left hand to wipe some hair out of his face; when he woke up, his hair tie had been missing. That voice... he was now trying to take it apart, analyze it as his eyes darted back and forth, trying to see who had called to him. It was somebody he knew.

Of course it is. It's one of your friends. You wanted to find them, they found you. Put the gun down.

One eye was clenched shut. He was far too scared to shut them both, but too confused to keep them both open. If he slipped up here, he was dead, his blood spilled out onto the ground and spattered on the logs. He couldn't have... have that. Who... who was there?

You couldn't listen to any of the words, you were so scared, but you know them... things are going to be alright, just stay calm. You can't kill anybody, they can't you. You're just kids.

And kids don't kill each other.


All of this had happened in the space of just a few seconds. As short as it was, Brook's wild internal rambling, waving of a gun, and frantic searching of something he couldn't possibly find in such a state had taken more than enough time for somebody to put a bullet in his brain or bury a hatchet into his skull. Yet he was still in once piece. His heart was not ready to let up, however. His heartbeat was as heavy and grueling as his breathing, and his arm remained rigid, the finger on the trigger. His eyes made a final slow sweep, settling on a sole unfelled tree, and a shape just barely visible behind it. Connected to the shape was a face and, while only a fraction of it was visible, it was enough to still jostle Brook, yank him from the current of hostility.

"J... Jason... it's you!"

His brain retrospectively heard the words as they replayed once more. He should've recognized that Aussie accent instantly, from all the ribbing he had done on it. It was the only thing that remained from a more peaceful world of balance, now thrust into chaos. "Oh god, I can't.... I can't believe..." Brook lowered the gun one inch, somewhat apologetically. Two inches. His entire arm went limp and fell to his side, with only his slightly curled fingers keeping the light firearm from dropping. He continued to stare in disbelief at a sign of solace, one that he thought he couldn't possibly receive, until he was unable to any longer. Falling to his knees, Brook tucked his head under his arm and began to cry once more.

"Ho-holy sh... shit, dude..." Brook choked and sniffed, shaking his head.
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Cody Patton : That bitch.
Sean Mulcahy : The world was kind to reprieve him of his fear...
Jessica Sanders: She hoped it would be quick...
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20:17Sideliner:Toben and Ricky are like a sibling version of the Joker and Batman, only Batman is just as much of a mass murderer. He just hides it better.
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August 10th, 2010, 12:11 pm #4

In movies there's always that moment when the gun is pulled and everything seems to slow down. That brief muzzle flash that denotes the turning point of the movie, the death of a major character. When Jason stared down the barrel of Brook's pistol that is exactly how he felt. His heart rate seemed to slow almost to a stop and everything went quiet, all he could hear was the sharp intake of his breath. Everything was so sharp, he could see the beads of sweat running down Brook's head and the ever slight movement of bark crumbling from the long dead trees. In that moment Jason felt as if he was going to die with absolute certainty.

Brook lowered the gun and collapsed.

Exhaling Jason was pulled back to reality, everything shimmered for a second and returned to normal, no amazing details, no slow motion movement, just him and a broken friend.

Jason frowned and stepped towards Brook. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with the situation in front of him. Brook had rarely cried, if ever and Jason didn't exactly have the crib notes for how to comfort someone in this situation. So Jason did what he thought was closest, first aid shock treatment. Bending over near Brook Jason awkwardly put his arm over his friend's shoulder and patted him. He didn't know what to say, so said the first thing that came in to his mind.

"Cheer up emo kid."

Jason stifled a laugh. The whole thing was preposterous but humour was great to snap people out of shock. Hopefully it would ease Brook's nerves. Looking up and checking to see if no one was coming

"Suppose you could say this is a... killer school trip." The Australian paused and cocked his head, smiling ever so slightly looking down at Brook (something that didn't happen often).

He knew he had to calm Brook down and figured this might be his best bet for now. It was lucky he had stumbled across his friend so early. Things could of been much, much worse, plus they both had guns which meant that they were luckier than most. With Brook watching his back Jason felt at least a little more at ease than he did before.

No.

Focus, be alert.

Even now he couldn't be letting his guard down. He needed to get Brook up on his feet and at least coherent and group up with anyone else who would be willing to work together. Jason had no illusions about getting off the island alive, but damn it if he was going to let his friends die. Things had started to crystallize in his mind. Find his friends and ensure they were the last ones standing, tell them as much as he could and at least one of them could get home and tell their stories to their loved ones. He had no doubt there would be players and many people trying to escape. A fools hope and statistically one that would cause the deaths of those trying. Better to play smart, group up and make sure the one who won deserved it.

"Right mate, first things first we've got to have a plan."

Jason then proceeded to coldly and logically tell Brook his thoughts. He had bottled all his fears and terrors away but he could hear them, scratching and clawing at that closet door in his mind, ready to pounce. If being cold and logical kept them at bay, thats what he would do. Still he could hear them back there.


In the dark.






Waiting.

Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
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The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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August 10th, 2010, 5:04 pm #5

((Debut of B056: Nathan Choultard))

Nathan Choultard woke up and felt like a Raggity Anne doll. He found himself propped up slight on one stump, his ass was on a fallen log and his left leg hung precariously on another stump in the distance. He felt like he had his lights punched out and was only now waking up from his mini-coma.

It took Nathan about five tries to properly sit up, but eventually he found himself sitting on the stump behind him, attempting to massage his very sore back.

Where the hell am I?

He blinked and tried to wipe the sleep out of his eyes when he realized that his glasses were in the way. Nathan paused for a moment staring at his hand. Why would he sleep with his glasses on, who sleeps with their glasses on anyways?

He sat there for a good five minutes just staring at his hand as if it was going to be able to tell him why
he was on a stump in the middle of nowhere. It was then that his memories returned to him.

He was sitting in a chair, tied up and he remembered having to watch...some video something about killing your classmates...and then...

"Holy shit..."

Then he watched as some of his favourite teachers, not to mention the rest of the faculty that chaperoned with them, were all dead...

So now what he was supposed to do...

Nathan looked around and saw that there was a pair of bags to his left. A tan bag with B057 stencilled on and a large duffel bag right next to it. He looked inside the duffel bag first and found inside it...

A pistol with some ammunition and a manual.

So it was all real...

He put his hands to his forehead and sighed. He had always wanted to find a way to be different from his brother and let his parents realize that he wasn't Geoffrey...

He got exactly what he wished for, and he hated it. His hands bunched into fists and he kicked the fallen log in front of him.

"God fucking damn it!"
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August 12th, 2010, 1:23 am #6

Cheer up, emo kid.

Brook was so overloaded that, at first, he couldn't even process what Jason had just said. Jason, his friend, probably the closest he ever had at the school. Always there to be an absolute dork, woo the girls with his accent that Brook considered to be an unfair advantage, and to lighten up the mood. He thought that everything would be instantly better as soon as he found one of his friends, and here, Brook had lucked out about as hard as he possibly could. His best friend, right here to keep him company. It hadn't cheered him up one bit.

Brook stifled his sobbing, choking down what tears remained and snorting on a glob of snot in his nose that had loosened in his fit. Swallowing and clearing himself up, he straightened his back and looked up to Jason, though he hadn't the strength to lift himself up off of his knees.

He wasn't just looking at Jason, he was glaring. The gears were finally setting themselves back in place and turning, and the wires finally connected on what Jason just said. Cheer... up? Cheer up!? Just when I think you can't get any dumber... fuck... you stupid, upside-down Aussie FUCK! Brook's jaw had tightened up until his teeth began to strain under the pressure, and his masseter muscles quivered in exertion. At this very moment, his imagination was running without restraint, depicting him beating an exaggeratively emotional Jason with his bare hands, pistol whipping him a few times, and then shooting him.

Jason was looking around, though, not noticing his tantrum. Brook opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was too much of a strained wreck. Or maybe it was his mind? One or the other, he found himself unable to talk, and his mouth shut again with an audible 'clomp'. Could this get any more unbelievable?

Then Jason dropped another pun. The answer to that question was a resounding, kneecap shattering yes.

Brook rose to his feet to stare into the eyes of the other boy, shaking his head. "The hell are you on, sh-shithead!?" Brook growled. The hand that had a grip on the liberator was clenched as tightly as his left; to be completely honest, he had nearly forgotten about it, since the element of danger had been punted into the atmosphere to make way for irritation. "We're on an island, being told by some whackjob to kill each other, we're all sniveling wrecks, and you stand in front of me to make jokes!?" Brook's voice had raised by this point, his arms stretched out to either side of him. "What, you think you're punny or something!? You think this whole thing i-..."

Brook paused, his arms flopping back down to his hips. What was that he just said? ... Punny?

Oh. Oh son. Of. A. Bitch.

The poor boy drooped forward, shaking his head. "I hate you. I hate you so much..." His voice just barely managed to squeeze out the last word before Brook tilted forward, wrapping his arms around Jason in a hug. Jason was the type of guy who, hopefully, would be able to forgive him for all of that. This was just way too much to handle at one point, and he was unable to appreciate the fact that his best friend was, of all the times, putting aside his own tremendous stress to try and cheer him up. And in response, he had selfishly snapped back.

With a ragged sigh, Brook pulled back from Jason, turning in his left arm so he could cough into the crook of his elbow. A good deal of mucus had accumulated from all of his 'emo kid' tantrums, which he managed to dislodge. A bit got on the inside of his sleeve, but Brook caught some of it with his teeth and spat it out. Taking one more long, deep, ribcage displacing breath to get himself set, he looked back up at Jason and adjusted his hair while listening to the boy.

So, they had to find more of their friends, that made sense... strength in numbers. Sure. "I can't... I can't promise I'll be as uplifting as you, okay?" Brook started softly, trying to regain his indoor voice. "But thanks, man... I'll try to be as good to them as you were to me." Brook stared down to the junky little gun in his right hand, then back up to Jason.

"It isn't much... but I think if you give me a moment, I could try and figure it out. I've never actually worked a gun before, so... uh-". Brook was cut off by some sounds. It sounded relatively nearby, and, to his horror, Brook realized that they had to have come from another student.

"Oh god!" He bemoaned at his misfortune, pointing his weapon in the direction of the noise. "Y-You heard that too, huh?"
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Jerry Fury - The man, the myth, the legend
Coleen Reagan - The girl who half-loved the world
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V5 Roster:
Cody Patton : That bitch.
Sean Mulcahy : The world was kind to reprieve him of his fear...
Jessica Sanders: She hoped it would be quick...
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20:17Sideliner:Toben and Ricky are like a sibling version of the Joker and Batman, only Batman is just as much of a mass murderer. He just hides it better.
19:58LaurelsHow does your dick smell like Fritos?
14:36 MimiI THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE FRIENDS > 14:36MimiI THOUGHT YOU REALLY LICKED HER
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August 12th, 2010, 4:32 am #7

It was obvious that Brook wasn't taking the whole thing well, and rightfully so. Despite his best efforts Jason couldn't seem to shake Brook out of his state. Something was going on in the back of the boy's mind that Jason had rarely seen before and despite knowing Brook for the majority of his school life the Australian was worried, he hadn't even smiled a bit.

Still, when Brook embraced him in a hug Jason returned the sentiment. Brook might be in a fragile state at the moment but he was Jason's best friend and there was no way he wasn't going to be there for him, regardless of the circumstances. A thousand thoughts briefly crossed his mind, he did not want to mention searching for Tiffany at this point, it was a dumb idea and one that could get both of them killed, Brook would thank him later when he got off the island and found a nice girl to settle down with. The bloke deserved it. Not to say Tiffany wasn't a nice girl but Brook had some sort of infatuation with her, one which Jason wasn't sure he approved of, despite his reassurances to Brook.

"You'll be right mate. Sorry about that, just thought some humour might lighten the mood." Jason shrugged his shoulders and continued. "You are totally right though, this is some crazy shit and trust me, I'm not as uplifted as you might think, I've just got..."

He paused for a second. There they were again. Scratching at that door in his mind, rattling the knob, threatening to get out.

"Got to keep positive. Anyway, we should look for some people. I'm thinking the track team. Most of the guys there are smart blokes, they won't be pulling any dumb shit. We can rest a while here and you can figure out that pistol."

As Brook responded and looked up to the sound of Nathan kicking the log Jason cursed himself for letting down his guard. Mistakes like that get people killed. Control the situation. Looking at Brook Jason put a finger up to his lips and signaled for his friend to hold the position.

Stepping outwards in what he hoped would be some sort of rudimentary crossfire if whoever it was came in swinging Jason called out.

"Who's out there? We've got you flanked mate, come out, no ones going to be shooting here!"

Jason hoped to god that that whoever was out there would just step in to their field of view and he hoped it was someone friendly. He wasn't sure what Brook would do, but hell, he wasn't sure what he would do. He could only stand and wait.
Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
[+] spoiler
The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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August 12th, 2010, 10:32 pm #8

Nathan sat right on top of the log staring down at the freshly kicked log. Maybe if he stared at it long enough it'd turn into ash, or preferably a magical way out, however he found his attempt ended in vain.

He didn't feel sad, he wasn't even sure that he felt angry anymore now that he had vented. Instead, Nathan just felt completely and totally numb. He just sat there, spacing out, hypnotized by the remnants of some hundred year old pine tree that lost it's life, god knew how long ago...

The voice broke him free of his emotional coma and his head perked up in the direction of the voice. It sounded vaguely familiar, but he wasn't really sure. He was flanked? Nathan wasn't really surprised with that, it wasn't like he was alone here. Maybe a group of killers had arrived and were already here, they said they weren't going to shoot, but who knew what would be happening. It was Survival of the Fittest.

Only one way to find out...

He went to his bag and looped it onto his back, maybe it was protect him from a shot from behind, who knew. He gave one final sigh and stood up and walked towards the direction of the initial shout.

To his surprise, it turned out to be Jason Harris of all people that appeared into view. Nathan wanted to be more excited at this, but he still couldn't muster any amount of glee in regards to the fact that one of his friends could be a killer. He continued to walk forward though, hands clutching his straps of his pack as tightly as he could, waiting for the possible death blow.

"Hi Jason..." he said frowning, "It's Nathan..."
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August 13th, 2010, 3:15 am #9

Jason was going all alone, by himself. Brook was quick to hush up when his friend put his finger to his lips, but he couldn't stand the tension. Everything had gone so quiet all of a sudden... what if the figure had decided not to come out, to show themselves peacefully? What if they were going to leap out and shoot Jason?

Brook's arm quivered once more as panic began to set in. All he could image at this point was Jason walking around that woodpile, yelling 'freeze' similar to how a police officer would, and then...

The air erupted into pure war as a clap of mechnical-born thunder sounded, then echoed. Something slammed into Jason's chest, lodging directly into his heart and causing bits of skin, flesh, and cartilage to jump out of the point of impact. The boy, caught in the hands of fate, found himself flying back as Brook could only watch in horror. Jason never even got to scream, just screeching a short 'GA-' before hitting the ground with enough momentum to cause him to roll. When he came to a stop, blood was leaking everywhere.

Just... everywhere.

Brook's body had leaned a bit too far out of its comfort zone, thanks to him having grown a bit faint. As he shifted to regain his balance, he found Jason going to inspect the noise at the woodpile, saying something to the effect of having... whoever it was... flanked. So he was alive... Brook couldn't tell just what was real at this point, as his brain was trying to cope with what was going on.

However, he had to stay on task, help Jason. If Jason said that they were flanking this person, then... Brook was going to do his part. He was fairly tall, but that didn't mean he couldn't make himself hard to see.

Okay... nice and easy...

Brook poised his gun in front of him with both hands, like he had seen on TV once, and walked in a hunched-over stance as he rounded the woodpile. He felt a bit guilty for being able to acknowledge this, but he was sure that there was an episode of Walker, Texas Ranger that mirrored this situation. Besides... you know, being a high school senior, being abducted and put on an island with an uncomfortable device strapped to your throat, being forced to kill others... No. He wasn't doing that.

Brook had nearly rounded the whole pile, and his knees were quaking. Whoever it was, they had to be around the corner.

One.

Two.

"Hey, Jason. It's Nathan."

Wait, seriously!? Nathan? Brook let out a sigh of relief without having meant to. His cover blown, he pushed off on his lead foot and spun around the corner, gun pointed and at the ready anyway, until he saw what his ears had confirmed for him.

"That's right, you are fl..." Brook started, just in case it wasn't, but here he was... Nathan Choultard. One of his other friends, as luck would have it. Well, luck had REALLY shafted him in the ass as hard as it could as of late, so it was about time that it paid him back.

"Nathan! Is that really... oh my god..." Brook panted, standing up straight and finally lowering his gun. He wasn't safe, yet, though... it was hard to believe, but Brook had to come to terms with the fact that not everybody here was like Jason. Some people would've shot him, or stabbed him, or... who knows what else. He looked around nervously, raising the gun again... but not at Nathan or Jason. "We should... get somewhere safer."
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August 13th, 2010, 5:39 am #10

It must of been Jason's lucky day finding two of his friends. He paused for a second, thinking to himself. Well not really lucky all things considered, in fact, pretty much unlucky. Or yesterday was unlucky and today *was* lucky. It didn't really matter.

"Hey Nath. Brook's here as..."

Jason was cut off as Brook jumped out from the side and called out. As the three visibly relaxed Jason listened carefully to Brook.

"Yeah going to have to agree with you mate. This isn't exactly the most defensible location, plus we don't know who might be a little more trigger happy than us. I'm thinking if we're here." Jason set his backpack down and unfurled his map pointing to where he hazarded the group was. "We can make it to the town before nightfall, at least we can set something up in that case."

Turning to Nathan he took another quick glance around and drew a line with his finger. "You got anyone you wanna look out for Nath? You too Brook. We probably want to keep it small but there's safety in numbers. We've both got guns too so we're pretty kitted out, what did you get?"

Jason was already thinking about the trek. It would be a tough walk but they should be fine. Nathan seemed to have his head screwed on right at the moment, together they should be able to keep an eye on Brook until he calmed down. Shock was a bitch. Probably should get him to read the manual of that gun. Jason's one was a dozey, an underwater dart gun. Battery pack instead of clip. Took him all of 10 minutes to read the manual and figure it out. He hoped Brook's was easier.

"Gun's up guys, we should get moving soon, but take a minute or so to figure things out ok?"

Jason paused, letting Nathan get anything he might need off his chest. He was glad that both of them were here, none of them would ever hurt each other that much he knew for certain.





Cause they just wouldn't.




Right?

Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

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B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
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