I'm Alive

Shula
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December 19th, 2006, 7:58 am #1

((Continued from Of Rats and Boys))

Looking around, Adrian saw a massive wall of concrete: a dam. It probably wasn’t as large as it seemed, but standing at the base of a thing, that thing always gains a bit of weight. He thought about it only briefly, but why was a sewer near what was probably the island’s entire water source? It didn’t matter now, and he was no expert on the matter.

He walked over to the river of water emanating from the concrete and submersed his head in the cold. It was disgusting the way he could feel the filth washing away. It was so cold. Soon enough, however, the boy’s lungs began to burn with a lack of oxygen and he came up for air.

His stomach brought to his attention that he hadn’t eaten in a while. Opening the bag, he pulled out the stale bread and, relieved, found it dry. On second thought, he put the bread back and searched for the crackers he knew should be there. It would probably be best to eat them while he still had water available. Sure he had gone longer than a day or two with no food before, but this whole situation was liable to be more stressful than just getting up early for school. He would need to eat if he wanted even a chance of surviving.

Living...not like that boy in the sewer. He’d killed someone. He’d actually killed a person. There were people before this that he’d wanted dead, by his hand or another’s, but those were simple daydreams. This was reality. But damn, he’d managed to do it almost unarmed! Shouldn’t he be more...ashamed? Disturbed? Anything but proud? It nearly disturbed him that it didn’t bother him.

He needed something to do, something to keep him from thinking. Automatically, Adrian took his now dry (and slightly warped) sketch pad from the bag and opened to a new page. He held the pencil over the paper, but nothing came to him. He realized he was about to sketch out that guy, for whatever reason: some sort of closure perhaps. The problem was, he didn’t remember his face. He’d gone and killed a kid, and never saw his face, not really, anyway.

He gave up. He picked up a few stones next to him and tossed them at the river. They just sank, not a single skip.
“The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away. My art, my redemption.”
He knew it was all out of order, what here was ruled by order anyway?
“Though they will not understand, I won’t make the greatest sacrifice.”
He stood up and shouted. He shouted to anyone, to Danya, to the other terrorists, to any student lurking around. “You’ll never take me alive!”
More rocks plunked into the water.
“I’m alive.”
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January 4th, 2007, 8:38 pm #2

(sorry for the double-post...2 weeks.)

It disturbed him, the blank face. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, only lumps and bumps where a normal human might have something. The person caught on the page was faceless. They were all faceless. Every damn person here was just a faceless character. Some pretty-boy might have fangirls watching him; some hot chick might get taped on Tivo, but was that supposed to make up for what happened here?

The killing itself didn’t bother him as much as he thought it should. Humans were disappointing creatures any way. There was no real loss in killing them. Perhaps that was what upset him about this game. “AUGH! It makes no sense!” and he threw another stone at the river. It really was a perfect way to get oneself killed, but Adrian couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He told himself he was pissed at the game, but he couldn’t decide why.

It’s because everyone is nobody, but he knew that before this happened. People always thought they were somehow important, and that’s just not true.

It’s because Danya was using them all for his own entertainment, but using others was just part of life. That was nothing.

It’s because he was going to die. No, he was fairly apathetic about death. When it came down to it, he might change his mind, but at the moment, why should he worry about the unknown? Unless somehow it was proved to be a horrible experience, who’s to say it isn’t something so much better?

That was it, wasn’t it? He was afraid to die. But fear was for those idiots who couldn’t think for themselves! He was better than them! He was Better! Adrian cracked his left knuckles into a fist and punched the ground.

He always punched with his left hand, not that he did much punching in the first place, but the very few times his target had been human, he told himself it threw them off. Besides, he was right handed. His art was his life, and a broken right hand would be far too frustrating to handle sanely.

He was glad this time, too. His hand came back bloody and sore. Damn rocks. Those rocks just got another one of them thrown with another wordless yell. It didn’t quite clear the water.
This was really just not a good day to be alive.
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January 22nd, 2007, 6:19 am #3

((continued from Oh, Xian...))

Someone up ahead, near the dam. Dan heard the frustrated yell and immediately brought the nearly useless syringe up in front of him, holding it upside down as if to utilize its limited stabbing potential. In no less than a second he realized that idea was total balls, and dropped it back to his side as he lightened his pace so's to make less noise. If only he'd gotten a nice Colt Python or something...

He came slowly to the base of the dam, which really was something to look at, and which he would've acknowledged so if he weren't in such a delicate situation. He couldn't even use the trees as effective cover, wearing his crimson Red Wings jersey, but he tried anyway. Fortunately, the boy who had so easily given up his position was facing the other way, towards the stream. He looked like one of those emo kids, the ones who wore tight shirts and tight pants and have really bad posture and complain about everything. Seriously everything. Dan couldn't stand them. He didn't recognize the kid; not from Franklyn.

Dan was a hefty guy, and by no means capable of approaching the lone emo kid silently, so instead he crouched behind a fairly thick bush and waited to see if the kid would turn so he could get a better view of his weapon. If he had a gun or anything of the like, Dan would do his best to avoid him. If not, well...yeah, so what. Take his stuff? He wouldn't just bloody well kill him. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do. A good 80%, however, did depend on what the kid was packing.

"Come ooooon, paper fan," he whispered.


v3 Minions
B21: Nigel Gillespie
G09: Jessa Vanallen
B20: Harry Tsai
B13: James Brown
B112: Dennis Bernard
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January 22nd, 2007, 7:18 pm #4

Someone else was there, and Adrian knew it. It wasn’t that he had some amazing sense of observation, it was just that the other kid had been loud enough about existing, Adrian had heard the noise even while so attuned to something else. He couldn’t guess where this other person was exactly, just somewhere behind him. Good enough. Throwing something hard and fast at a person would probably me bore satisfying than throwing the same rock at a useless river.

Adrian gripped a nicely sized stone from the small pile of them as he stood up. He raised his arm as if to throw it at the water again, but spun wildly and threw it at the woods near screaming “And fuck you, too!” He noticed with an odd satisfaction that he only missed by a few feet, rather than a few yards like he assumed he would.

The fact that he’d said that didn’t really surprise him. Sure he wasn’t in the habit of using expletives, but did that really matter anyway? The fact that it wasn’t common for him made it a much better expression, in his opinion any way.

He put his hand on the hilt of the practice sword he had stuck in his belt loop like a child does with a toy sword. He didn’t really pull it from the stupid looking sheath though...it had that use at least: it hid the fact that the “sword” was really just four sticks bundled together.

“What do you want?”

If he wanted a fight, fine. He’d get one. If he didn’t want a fight and had no benefit for Adrian, then he’d better just run away. Adrian didn’t want the annoyance of having to fight again.
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January 22nd, 2007, 10:17 pm #5

Dan hadn't thought he'd made that much noise, and moreover he figured the running water would cover his steps. He was wrong, apparently. The kid lobbed a stone in his direction, not to mention audible cursing.

'Dammit,' he thought, not only because he'd been discovered, but on top of that the kid was packing a fuckin' samurai sword. There was no question in Dan's mind that, without weapons involved, this fight was one-sided. Even if it were a baseball bat or something; he doubted the frail kid could swing one to save his life.

"Hey, fuck you!" Dan responded. He had been spotted anyway and he wasn't one to take that kind of crap from anyone anyway, even one armed with a katana. Standing up to reveal his full height and girth to his apparent opponent, he stepped over the bush and approached the boy with the syringe in one hand and his bag in the other, stopping a short distance away. To be honest, he'd be better off using the hefty daypack against the sword. Then again, it would slow him down a touch.

"I want that samurai sword you got there," he said, gesturing at the weapon. He held up the syringe. "I kinda got shortchanged...I think you should just hand it over, to be honest."

Dan squinted at him through his glasses. "...don't make me kill you, pal."


v3 Minions
B21: Nigel Gillespie
G09: Jessa Vanallen
B20: Harry Tsai
B13: James Brown
B112: Dennis Bernard
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Mitsuko2
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January 23rd, 2007, 12:48 am #6

Continued from.... Somewhere...

Lavender’s head was pounding. For the last day, all she could do was hole herself up in a house in the residential district and think. Only now did she decide to finally leave. She had to find her. Find her before something else happened. Mari killed? Why? Why did she kill another person? Why on earth did she kill? Lavvy was going to find out. She was going to help Mariavel through this. Even if she had to die for her. She’d do whatever it takes to keep her alive, maybe just for one more day.

Lavvy ended up at a river. She didn’t really know where she was, but she knew that she was probably towards the northern end of the island thanks to the huge dam that towered before her. Nearby, she immediately noticed another student and grabbed at her hunting knife, she had fastened it to her belt earlier. She moved closer to the boy, making sure to be able to use the knife quickly if necessary.

Another boy appeared from the bushes and she dodged to the left to avoid being seen. The other boy seemed to be playing. She couldn’t afford to be caught here, so she just decided to wait and see what would transpire.
The Dan: she won me over with card games, brownies, sex and handcuffs

Edited as of 12/1/11

Alive: Norelia Concepcion, Elliot Stone, Allegra Hoffman

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January 24th, 2007, 1:39 am #7

((Continued From: Fighting For Something You Already Lost ))

Marimar managed to scan the forest of any dangers, finding none and ended up at a river. The area was clear to see some bunshes and a couple trees. Nothing like the jungle image the forest portrayed on her. Coming into the picture now she immediatley spotted two people going at it, like some sort of duel. "......The Sturgen and the Ray........This is no time to fight..." she whispered to herself as she also noticed another mermaid watching the scene.

"Maybe its another of my sisters...." Marimar approched the girl not to far from her and stood next to her confirming the details of the spat between these two angry fish. "Whats going on down here?" she asked tilting her head, Maybe this mermaid knows whats happening at the moment.... Fighting between friends was no way to resolve things, Marimar remembered when all the sea creatures started to argue and fight against each other. She showed them the power of friendship with a song deep inside from her heart..... Harmony......


xHaloween Towns Citizensx
G44 Gigi Sinclaire - DEAD
B41 Alexander Bee - DEAD
G13 Marimar Perez - DEAD
G72 Venus Gwendolyn - DEAD
B07 Paris Persphone - DEAD

xFuture Actorsx
Darlene Flowers
Pepper Sullivan
Skye Sullivan
Pearl Odessa
Sabrina Green
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January 24th, 2007, 7:36 pm #8

What? Nonono, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen, not at all! This other kid was supposed to run away scared, not...not actually stay and fight. He’d figure out that Adrian really had nothing but a couple of sticks with a handle. At this point the leather thing (He refused to call it a leather strap after a sudden and somewhat random realization of the connotations of that.) wasn’t even useful. Sure it could work on someone who wasn’t really expecting anything, or just a fluke accident but really. A strip of leather? No, the handled sticks were the only thing at all useful just then.

On the other hand, he’d been short changed, to use his own wording, which meant that he apparently didn’t have anything but that syringe. If the needle actually went into his skin, it’d just take a little injection of air to cause him a supposedly painful demise. Of course, the needle had to actually break skin and get into his bloodstream to do that. He probably had nothing much to worry about unless this kid got him unconscious or otherwise perfectly pinned for a few seconds.

He might have tried to push the attention onto the two girls watching the scene, but he had no way of knowing they were there. So that idea never even crossed his mind.

Best to just bluff, then.

“The only way you’re getting this thing is with the pointy end through your stomach! And what are you going to do with that, throw it at me?”
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January 24th, 2007, 10:33 pm #9

Dan wasn't about to tell him what his game plan was, obviously, but he did have a vague idea. The kids threat was valid; one false move and he'd end up a Dan-kabab. If he could get the sword away from him, or even make it so that he couldn't draw it out of the scabbard, then it would be no difficult task using his wrestling experience to lock him up and pin him down. Then the syringe would get intimately aquainted with the boys neck, or maybe even his eye. It wasn't pleasant to think about...but then again, maybe he could even convince his opponent from that position to give up his weapon. Offer him an ultimatum. Oop, better give him an answer.

"Last chance," he grumbled, getting closer and making like he was going to drop his daypack, which he hadn't quite decided yet. It was still useful as a flail of sorts. Every other second the thought of just rushing him flashed through Dan's mind, but it was repeatedly shot down by some small doubt that the armed emo kid would unsheath it just quickly enough to make all the difference. It was a delicate situation.


v3 Minions
B21: Nigel Gillespie
G09: Jessa Vanallen
B20: Harry Tsai
B13: James Brown
B112: Dennis Bernard
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February 14th, 2007, 1:07 am #10

<<Continued from here.>>

"How exactly is fighting amongst yourselves going to solve anything? Adrian, you really should know better." Ernest smiled as he found, quite by accident, two boys doing their damndest to bluff each other into running away. Or they were trying to kill each other, but that seemed unlikely when neither had attacked the other yet. They had been at this for a while.

"You do realize that the more people that are alive, the less likely you are to die? After all, most people will only try to kill you if you attack them."

Ernest kept his hands visible at all costs. He also made sure that he wasn't holding a weapon. However, he wasn't a fool; he had his only real weapon, a scalpel, hidden up his rather baggy sleeve, ready to drop at a moment's notice.

These boys were on the edge of hurting themselves, and it wasn't in Ernest's interest to have them die until after they proved themselves to be dangerous. The ideal solution would for them to both back down, but it was more than likely was that one would run away. Probably the kid he didn't know, after all, it was logical to assume, that Adrian and Ernest actually knowing each other meant that he'd be fighting two people. He didn't need to know that Ernest was worthless in hand to hand combat or that Ernest didn't really have any weapons.
I now have... Meat Puppets! with 70% more calories than my last ones!
Mortimer Jones, Boy 66: Emotionless and Hungry
Joeseph Gai, Boy 67: Yet to debut

Do you know why they're called revolutions?
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