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October 9th, 2010, 1:19 pm #11

"Cool,"

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An awkward silence descended. Perhaps it came as a surprise to the others, but Ema was used to that happening by now. She'd only recently started to fix her habit of saying stupid things that made people shut up and gawk. Still, familiar as it was, the silence was uncomfortable, even after the sleepless hours of silence Ema had just sat through. She felt she should say something, anything, at least to have some sound in the air. Josie beat her to it.

"I don't want to jump the gun here, but.. Did anyone get anything decent?"

Oh god. Speaking of saying stupid things that make people uncomfortable, that question had the potential to go somewhere horrible. Assuming she was talking about weapon assignments, at least. Turned out she was.

"I got a birthday invitation, so I'm out of the running for Most Threatening Contender."

Well, at least it wasn't a crafty attempt to see if she had an advantage. If it had been, Josie would've been the last person to show what she had, and... hell, she wouldn't have a birthday invitation to reveal, she'd have a real weapon. Relief. Apparently Ema must not have been the only relieved one, for although Sierra remained decidedly silent, Janet hastened to find her own "weapon".

"I was just wonderin'," was quickly added to the statement, presumably because Josie had rethought her own words, and come to a similar conclusion to Ema as to how they must've sounded. She produced the invite as well, to prove her point. And then hilarity ensued, for Janet had found... well, she'd found something.

For the first time in quite a while, Ema literally burst out laughing. Janet screamed, and dropped what looked like a large dildo on the floor. Still giggling, the suspicion was confirmed when the other girl kicked it, which only served to make the offending phallus vibrate loudly, moving across the floor slightly.

"What on Earth can use this for?"

Ema's throat, miraculously cleared of scratchyness by the laughter, near-instantly replied with a sarcastic "Oh, I can think of a few things", accompanied by rapidly moving eyebrows. For just a moment, she even caught herself thinking "Say what you want about Danya, but damn does the fat bastard have a sense of humour."

She shook her head, dispelling the thought. No, Danya had done it for spite, not humour. A little time-bomb of debilitating embarassment as well as a useless weapon, luckily gone off before it could do any real harm. Reaching into her own daypack, trying to find where she'd stashed her own useless weapon, Ema managed to get halfway through jokingly offering "I'll trade you my ti--", before Sierra cut off the "--me turner for it." by throwing up.

"I don't feel good,"

Well no shit, Sherlock, you just hurled all over the grass. Well, not all over, it wasn't that much, she probably hadn't eaten much over the last two days.

"G'd afternoon."

And what a time for someone new to show up. Ema's disposition had quickly gone south, from laughing aloud at a stupid weapon, to realising what it represented, to realising that the four of them were discussing their chances of surviving the coming days, to witnessing someone be physically sick right in front of her. The night she'd spent there was bad enough, but now Ema was quite sure she didn't want to be on that logging road any more, things had gotten very weird, very quickly, as far as she was concerned.

Looking at the afternoon sun, slowly sinking into the west, Ema recalled from her map that she was somewhere in the centre-north of the island. If she cut through the cleared out forest to the south, and headed past the mountains, she was sure she'd come across a big house of some kind. She had no idea what she hoped to find there, but it had to be better than the open road. Not only had the conversation turned weird, but she felt vulnerable in the open as she was, particularly not having noticed Steven Hunt approaching until he'd actually greeted them. She wanted to leave, maybe find a comfortable bed in the mansion, or relax in the sea on one of the sandy beaches.

In all honesty, Ema didn't know what she wanted to do any more. What she did know was that she didn't want to be where she was any more. "Good day to you too." was all she had to say in reply to Steven, a rather unintentionally snarky edge to her voice not helped by the paraphrasing of his own words, before she adjusted her two bags on her shoulders, and set off for the south.

[Ema Ryan --> Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.]
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


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Reaching out for someone who was never there, laying flat on her face in a pool of her own blood in the Residential Area; Maladjusted
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Status - Dead: Succumbed to wounds inflicted by Saul Fetteralf and Raidon Naoko
Weaponry on body - Falcata, Hunga Munga, Vektor CP1 - 0/10 (+ 2/10 & 10/10), Colt Anaconda - 5/6 + 12, Model 14 Nambu - 0/8 + 3/8 Taurus PT99 - 7/15 + 1x15, Model 176B - 5 darts
[9/276] - 8 Kills - Died Day 13

B114 - Logan Reynolds - Told himself a little harmless lie.
Laying under blood and broken glass in the Hall of Mirrors; Laisse tomber les filles
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Status - Dead: Shotgunned by Bill Davis
[153/276] - 0 Kills - Died Day 6

B152 - Steve Barnes - Found a little piece of heaven.
Laying headless in the middle of the Fun Fair; Break Up And Break Down
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Status - Dead: Decapitated by Hayley Kelly
[245/276] 0 Kills - Died Day 2
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Location: Somewhere out in The Open Plains - A Portrait Of Skin
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Status: Dead - Shot by Jacob Langston Zachariah Johnston
Weaponry: Sledgehammer [Taken by Jacob]

Pink #5: Isaac King had ironic last thoughts, come to think of it.
Location: The Cruise Ship - Magical Bunny Girl Warrior Sidney-Chan
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Weaponry: IMI Desert Eagle [Taken by Vincent]
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October 11th, 2010, 3:29 am #12

Josie watched quietly as Janet dug through her bag for her weapon. She wasn't sure what to expect, really. In a sense, she sort of hoped that Janet drew something good. It would at least make up for the shoddy 'weapon' that she had. But... what if Janet's weapon was so good that she decided to waste everyone right here and now? If she had a gun or something equally as powerful, it was a possibility. A slim possibility, but a possibility nonetheless.

Did that mean that Josie wished for Janet to have something useless? Well, not exactly. A gun would be nice, extremely nice, but... it caused Josie to feel uncomfortable. Maybe a melee weapon would be nice. Not too bad, right? But.. still deadly. She shook her head and forced herself to stop worrying over someone else's weapon. It was none of her business what Janet had in her bag or how she used it. "I just hope she won't use it on me."

"..Snnk... Haahahahaha!"

Josie let out the breath she had been holding in the form of a giant, raucous laugh. She couldn't even help it. It was just too ridiculous, especially the way it began to vibrate as Janet kicked it. "Oh my god! I'm s-sorry, but.." Maybe she was going into hysterics, but Josie couldn't stop laughing. She squeezed her eyes shut and knelt down a little, her giggles unceasing. She could barely breath! She looked over and realized that Ema was reacting in a similar way. Thank god. At least Josie wouldn't look like the goofball.

"A vibrating dildo and an invitation! Sounds like a fucking PARTY!" Josie shouted out. She was seconds away from rolling around on the ground like an idiot, but she managed to compose herself after a few straight minutes of laughing. It wasn't that funny, she realized. "I.. Uh.. I dunno what you can do with it, but.." She let out another breath and forced the smile off her face. "I guess it's not going to be a great weapon.."

The sound of her best friend puking brought Josie back to reality.

"Oh shit, are you okay, Sierra?!" Josie demanded, turning to face her friend. She planted her hands firmly on Sierra's shoulders and looked her in the eyes, a concerned look dominating her face. "Y-You don't look good either.. Here, sit down. Sit!" Josie commanded, pointing down to a nearby log. She zipped open her own bag and pulled out a fresh bottle of water, breaking the seal and handing it to Sierra. "Water. Drink it," she told her friend softly, her concerned look not wavering for a second.

Josie sighed and brushed her sweaty red hair away from her forehead. She was sure that Sierra would be just fine, but.. it really bothered her to see her best friend in such a way. She was used to the fun Sierra. She was used to the giggly, bubbly, and hilarious Sierra. Shopping at the mall, trying on crazy clothes, listening to ridiculous CD's.. That's what Josie did with her friend. Not... this. She wasn't used to seeing Sierra upset, stressed, heartbroken... It made Josie feel the same way, but she knew that she had to keep her chin up.

She couldn't feel the same way as Sierra. She had to protect Sierra. She had to keep her head empty and sane. No overbearing emotions to deter her mission. "One mistake and I can lose more than just my life.. I could lose both of ours," she thought to herself, staring down at the ground.

"Damn, I want a sandwich now. I should probably stop talking..."

Josie heard a faint voice speaking in the distance. She could just barely hear the mutterings of a want for sandwiches. Shaking her head, she squinted her eyes and peered out in the direction of the masculine voice. A boy was coming towards them, armed with a cricket bat. It didn't look too terribly menacing, but Josie still took a step back. A second passed before she managed to respond, "Is it really a good afternoon? Looks like a fucking terrible one to me."

But things could be worse. At least she had Sierra. At least she wasn't injured. At least she wasn't dead. At least she hadn't met any killers or corpses. Maybe it was a good afternoon?

"Never mind."

Josie looked over at Ema as she greeted Steven and then took off. Josie's jaw dropped, and she watched as the girl disappeared from view. "E..Ema?" she called weakly, but it was too late. She was gone. "Damn, what happened? Did I say something weird..? Maybe Ema didn't want to share what kind of weapon she had.."

Josie sighed loudly and looked back at Sierra, Steven, and Janet. "I guess she's gone," she muttered, scratching the back of her dyed-red head.


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October 15th, 2010, 8:04 pm #13

Janet watched as the group laughed at her expense; but then if this was the worst thing that was going to happen on this island, she should consider herself lucky. It was at that moment that the sound of Sierra throwing up that stopped everyone laughing at her as they focused on her. Janet eye-balled the vibrating object on the ground; she would have to get rid of it and she saw this moment as the best opportunity to do so. So she positioned herself parallel to the rive and gave it a kick. It landed directly on the edge of the river. Drat, that wasn't good enough. Janet walked up to the edge of the river and tried to give he weapon an encouraging final kick into the river.

Unfortunately, what Janet had failed to take into account was just how unstable the ground at the edge of the river was, and as she raised her foot to do away with her weapon once and for all, she felt instantly off-balance, she rocked uneasily and fell screaming into the river. It was deeper then she had expected and the current was stronger, she was quickly whisked away down the current, making spluttered screaming sounds as she went. She tried to fight the current but her heavy bag pulled her down. She tried to unstrap herself but it was no use. The dirty river water had disfigured her vision and the feeling in her arms was rapidly decreasing.

In the minute and seven seconds that it took to drown Janet gave her time to think: Could this be what her brother wanted, is this her punishment for sending her brother to a watery grave. She knew that she had to stop blaming herself but right now it didn't matter. She had to try to save herself. She could just about move her shoulders out from under her bag, then she could get some air, but she could only make small struggled movements, and each time she tried the movement made lessened. She gave up, everything started to go black. Just before her human body failed her completely, she saw the silhouette of another body, it looked almost exactly like her brother. But how could she tell? Her body was already filled to bursting with river water and her lungs had given up completely, she limply opened her mouth and a few small air bubbles floated to the surface.

G124 - JANET VICTORIEE-SER: DECEASED

"Oh Janet, Janet, Janet; you didn't think that I actually blamed you, did you?"
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October 27th, 2010, 10:07 pm #14

Steven could only really sigh complacently as the group at the bridge didn't seem to take much notice of his presence; at least, they didn't act like it. It didn't really matter too much; until they were finished doing... whatever it was they were doing (they seemed to be discussing, if not seeming to laugh at something) he could maybe speak up, try and place where he might have known them from and...

Well, what was he really going to do with them? Groups were a dumb idea; even if you all survived you'd have to kill each other anyways. It wasn't really the nicest thought in the world, and Steven would be bound to bring it up at some point while they moved about the island. No, a group was a better idea. It would be best, for the time being, to try and save his own skin before he could afford to help anyone else.

Yeah, it was a rather selfish way of thinking, but the situation called for it. If you didn't have your own life within your control, what did you have?

Nothing. You've got nothing, because your life isn't in your control. It's in theirs.

Almost to accentuate that thought, Steven soon noticed a girl suddenly tumble into the river. He didn't see how, but she seemed to be swept away in the stream at an almost unnatural speed. Initially he took a few steps towards the river, but his conscious mind stopped him. If it took her away that quickly, he wouldn't have a chance.

So, Steven looked on at the girl, now motionless, floating downstream. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. The words just didn't form.
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October 28th, 2010, 4:54 am #15

((Sorry for skipping you Mimi, just saving Josie from inactivity.))

The sound of the vibrating dildo was overpowered by the sound of a frantic scream. Josie quickly looked away from Sierra and glanced over at the edge of the river where Janet was standing there just moments before. But now... there was no Janet. "Oh shit!" Josie yelled, dashing over to the side of the river. Janet had fallen into the river! Josie's heart clenched tightly as she tried to get as close to the edge of the river as she could without falling in herself. She looked down and took note of the unstable ground beneath her.

Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty. Janet would be okay, wouldn't she? It was just a river. Janet would right herself and swim back to shore. Janet would be A-okay. Janet would... Oh FUCK! She can't get her backpack off! She was being whisked away down the river! Josie felt powerless, staring at the drowning girl as she was being pulled farther and farther away. She tried to recall any advice that she may have been given about drowning victims.. Wasn't she told something about water safety during her swimming lessons in fourth grade?

But swimming lessons in fourth grade couldn't prepare her for this. She only remembered one piece of advice, stay calm, but.. Josie couldn't stay calm. "J-Janet!" she screamed, her voice cracking. She kept looking back and forth from Sierra to Janet, who was becoming smaller and smaller as the river roughly had its way with her.

Should she jump in? Hell, Josie wasn't a strong swimmer either. "Janet, hang on!" Josie screamed, her body shaking violently as she looked around for something to help her. She was looking for a branch or, or, or... something! Anything to save Janet!

Josie didn't see anything. She was alone with nothing to save this girl she just met. No life jacket. No flotation devices. It looked like she would just have to jump in and save the girl, hoping that everything would go okay. Hoping that Janet wouldn't pull Josie under in her panic, drowning both of them.

Josie quickly looked back at Janet, just seconds away from jumping into the river, and...

Janet was a corpse. A body. A cadaver. Nobody home. Dead. No longer alive. Just floating there like a grotesque representation of FAILURE! Way to go, Josie. You couldn't save a fucking life, and it was so easy to save. She sunk down to her knees, buried her head in her hands, and let out a choked sob. After a few straight minutes of crying, Josie wiped her eyes carefully, as to not smudge her heavy makeup, and looked over at the two near her, Sierra and Steven.

"Sh.. She's dead," Josie stated, as if it wasn't obvious. She took in a deep, ragged breath and stood up, looking back at the body. "One of the first people I meet in this fucking game, and she's dead. I should have done something!" she yelled, slamming her fist into a conveniently-placed tree. A sharp pain electrified her hand, but she didn't flinch or mutter an 'owwie.' She was consumed with thoughts of Janet.. dead within a single minute.

"I should have done something," Josie repeated. As if to take her mind elsewhere, she leaned down and plucked the birthday invitation from its place inside her pack. She examined the front and back of the card, a stray tear sliding down her cheek. She flipped the card over and muttered, "Seriously, I should have done something. So stupid."

Sniffing loudly, Josie returned the card to her bag and looked over at Steven. They had spoke briefly before Janet's... death... but she realized that she didn't know much about the guy. She couldn't even recall seeing him around school much. Maybe Josie had math class with him or something? Was that where she'd recognized him? High school seemed so far away and distant. Was that really mere days ago? "You're Steven, right?" she asked, wiping her wet cheeks.

She felt a little silly, and she wasn't even sure why. She was on an island where death was the main goal. All of her classmates (or at least most) had been given dangerous weapons.. and yet, she stood here, so affected by a drowning. This could be a blessing. Drowning could be one of the better ways to die.. Everyone was going to die here; everyone except for a single lucky person, anyway. Perhaps drowning was favorable over being maimed, shot, stabbed, beaten, beheaded, disembowled? With this thought, Josie was able to pull herself back together. Not completely, but it was enough to ground her. Just enough to stabilize her shaken mind.


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November 8th, 2010, 2:20 am #16

Sierra obediently parked herself on the old, somewhat damp log as her tiny, shaking hands attempting to balance both her head and Josie’s water. If she wasn’t crying, she was throwing up—just one thing after the other. She was beginning to think she’d never be able to pull it together. Omar was out there. Somewhere. Somewhere out there he was surviving and doing what he had too to find her, he wanted the same thing as they did. They could die together, it didn’t have to hurt. But instead of pushing herself like she knew he was, here she was—sitting on a log and puking her brains out.

Don’t blow it. Just go find him, don’t waste anymore time.

Sierra pulled her chest to her knees, burying her face in the rough denim. She didn’t want to see anyone, nor them her. An unfamiliar masculine voice joined in with the feminine ones, but even then Sierra didn’t emerge from her home-built shell. Part of her just didn’t care anymore, not on the island. This wasn’t like St. Paul, she didn’t want to make new friends. It’d just hurt having to say goodbye.

She just wanted to be with Omar and Josie, the announcement only strengthening that resolve. With anyone else, she’d have to worry about who’d stab them or shoot them or whatever, people were playing and changing. Even she felt herself changing, she wasn’t like this before. She’d always trusted people, she absolutely loved making new friends and learning about people and now she couldn’t even trust harmless people like Janet and Ema. People she would’ve been friends with. And just the pressure of knowing. Knowing you were gonna die and people you loved were gonna die, it was all just pushing down on her, harder and harder until she just wanted to scream.

Josie did it for her, however. Shrill, anguished screams filled her ears as Josie called for Janet. Sierra’s heart instantly began pounding at her chest, instinctively wanting to burrow deeper into her cocoon; as if the Boogie-Man couldn’t see her if she couldn’t see him. Josie was still screaming, each word ringing louder and louder into Sierra’s ears.

Please stop screaming, please stop.
Please.

The terror coursing through her body was overwhelming, the whole of her body quaking beneath it. She wasn’t even sure what was happening, whether it was Janet who was in trouble or if it was Josie and she was screaming for Janet to help her—nothing. Which is exactly the amount she wanted to see—nothing. Bits of flesh and blood tearing away from her friends body, her face being bashed in with a blunt object; she clenched her eyes tightly and began rocking back and forth in a futile attempt to shake Josie’s screams from her head. The plastic bottle gave to her strength, bending and crinkling under her grip. She wanted her Mom, more now than ever before. She wanted her Mom to cover her ears and stop the screaming, she wanted her to do what Sierra couldn’t and be brave and help Josie. The closest she had was Skanky, and he was nearly as useless as she was.

And then it was silent. As silent as it would ever get, with the ambient pops of gunfire sounding from all over the island—each quite possibly ending a life. Each having a chance of taking Omar away from her.

” Sh.. She's dead,”

Josie’s voice.

She’s dead?

She’s dead.

Janet?

It was clearer than day. But, despite it being verbally asserted, part of her didn’t want to acknowledge it. She’d been preparing herself for the inevitable and now that it was tangible, she didn’t want to believe it. People don’t just die like that, they don’t, right? It felt like it was just a few seconds and she was… gone. Just like that. Without even saying goodbye, she was gone. Just like that.

”Joze?”

Sierra peered out of her shell and over her shoulder, watching Josie carefully. Her body still refused her commands to get up, to do something to comfort her friend. The bo—Janet… was probably down there. If she didn’t see it, she didn’t have to believe it. It wasn’t real if she didn’t see it.

She grimaced slightly, flinching as Josie assaulted the tree before walking back towards her and… Steven Hunt? He was just as dazed as Sierra was, just as confused and scared too, probably. Not the place to make friends though, even despite Josie’s greeting.

“Joze, we thtill have to find Omar,” Sierra barely whispered, casting her gaze downwards. She knew it wasn’t the time, but he could end up like Janet if they didn’t hurry. As much as she wanted to stop and cry over her, they just couldn’t.

She was dead.

And for that, Sierra envied her.
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November 10th, 2010, 2:02 pm #17

Josie took a deep breath and looked into the distance, a hand nervously twirling her hair. It was a nervous habit that she could never break -- hair-twirling. It sort of revolted her, the act of twirling her own hair. It reminded her of some brain-dead cheerleader, but here she was, curling a strand of crimson hair around her finger, over and over. She looked over at the log bridge, the river, the dirt road that led to somewhere. Maybe more death, maybe to another fabulous location as illustrated by their provided maps, or maybe even Micky Fucking Dee's. It honestly wouldn't surprise her.

She still couldn't shake Janet's death from her mind, and it made her sick. No, not Janet's death. That didn't make her sick, it was the fact that Janet was applied to her brain like one of those goddamn temporary tattoos -- hideous and won't come off easily. Josie tried to convince herself that Janet died in a civil way. She was sure that others on the island had witnessed much worse. Josie decided to count herself lucky. She drowned. No blood, no gore, no decapitated heads, no mess. Drowned. I don't think I deal with blood that greatly anyway.

Josie shook her head a final time and looked over at Sierra. She was expecting Sierra to react.. well, differently. She thought Sierra would be as hyped up and upset as she was. Because, well, Josie didn't get upset or hyped up! She rarely raised her voice above a normal level, unless it was to yell or berate someone. Sierra was the emotional one, and Josie was the one who didn't give a fuck. Or.. she thought that's how it was. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it was all backwards, and Josie was losing herself.

She had no idea. It was a thought that both terrified her and interested her. Maybe losing oneself wouldn't be so bad afterall.

Josie's mind focused back on Sierra who hadn't acknowledged the body at all. Did it even exist? Was this actually an M. Night Shyamalan movie, and the plot twist was there is no body? Had she just imagined Janet drowning? Or had there even been a Janet or.. Oh shit, she couldn't even recall the other girl's name. It had all just been part of her imagination! Wait, was it Ema? Right, Ema. She felt slightly comforted that she could remember the other girl's name, but that didn't prove much. She was about to ask Sierra to confirm her own sanity, but then...

God, she's like a robot.

Of course she had to mention Omar Shot-Warren-With-His-Own-Gun Burton. The more she stewed on the Warren, the more her mind convinced her that it wasn't some accident. It was possible, sure, but how many accidents occur with taking someone's gun and killing them with it? Her resolve was rock-solid -- Omar Burton was guilty until proven innocent, not the other goddamn way around. She wouldn't let him get near her with a ten foot pole until he proves his innocence! Which.. he probably wouldn't be able to. It would be so easy to lie here. So easy to conjure up a story that tells of one's innocence. So easy to be all, 'Wah wah, that Danya man lied about me.'

I dunno. Sierra doesn't want to hear my suspicions right now. The last thing she'll want is for me to call Omar a killer. I'll play her silly game.

"Yeah, let's find Omar. He'll know what to do," Josie said in a natural sounding voice. She offered a smile and patted her best friend on the shoulder. "But we won't find him here. Let's head out." Pulling out a map, she gazed at it in search of the best location. She put a check mark with her pen on the northern cliffs. Been there, done that. Now, she placed a check mark by the logging road. Where else should they go?

If Omar really was a killer, he'd probably be somewhere with lots of other people. But where were other people? She had no way to figure this out. He could be anywhere! This was like Find Waldo or whatever. She didn't mark out the possibility that Omar could be dead by the time they reached him. And then what? ...Sierra would have no hope. After Omar's death, Sierra would probably rethink the whole cliff-side suicide pact.

Okay, Sierra. Josie decided she would play her game. She would find Omar (or steer away from him to the best of her ability without Sierra realizing it). She would find that little scumbag, and if he tried anything funny, Josie would break his fucking neck with her bare hands.

Fuck you, Omar!! I don't care how much you love Sierra, I'm not letting you near her! I'm the only one she needs! Not some killer!

Placing her things back in her bag, Josie shouldered her bags along with Sierra's and took a few steps forward. She peered back and motioned for her to follow. "C'mon, Omar's awaitin'" And she was off to search for something pleasant. Something that wasn't dead or rotting or murderous. Something great. Not Omar.

((Josie Vernon continued in But I Might Die Tonight))


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November 23rd, 2010, 6:01 am #18

Vacant was really the only way to describe Steven Hunt at the moment. No considerable emotion or his usual chaotic mess of thoughts. Just vacant. Steven wasn't home, the world could call back later.

He picked up the duffel bag he dropped out of shock when the girl fell into the river, and quickly strode away in no particular direction. Anywhere but here was acceptable.

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November 26th, 2010, 10:17 pm #19

Sierra removed herself from her log, the nausea that had cemented itself within her begged that she rethink, the knot in her throat almost bubbling to fruition as she made way after Josie. She couldn't stop, she couldn't keep dragging her knuckles and praying that Omar would find them soon.

Not after Janet was gone in the blink of an eye.

Sierra passed a side-ways glance toward Steven as he too made to leave the area, not sure if she should've said something. Was there anything to say? It killed her that she could barely look him in the eye, how could she even manage to say anything to him? She was just a rotten, selfish girl who couldn't even pull herself together, let alone another person.

Guilt lingered in with the nausea ballooning inside, heavy feelings of regret washing over her as she watched Steven walk away for what was possibly the last time they'd ever meet. She hadn't even said a word to him, nor Ema or Janet for that matter. Part of her wondered what could have been, if in some alternate universe they would have had a different destiny.

Maybe they'd get another chance one day.

She'd make it up to them.

[[Sierra Manning continued elsewhere]]
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