It's hard to walk tall when you're small

The logging road leading from the sawmill to the woods separates both halves of the felled forest. It shows a lot of recent use, with tracks from the logging trucks grooved into dirt. In the middle of the road is one of the logging trucks, still with its last load of cargo. The keys are nowhere to be found in or around the truck. Though it won't be moving, the truck provides the closest amount of cover for at least a mile radius.* Threads Allowed: 2 *

It's hard to walk tall when you're small

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September 15th, 2010, 8:39 am #1

[The start of something truly absurd. --> Ema Ryan]

Miserable. That would be a pretty good adjective to use, if you wanted to describe Ema just then. She was pretty sure she was where she thought she was, but that was little solace. All she'd done was look at her map, and decide to follow the river out of the swamp, taking the expedient route to open ground. She'd had quite enough of the little enclave that was the key, and her trek through the swamp had been one of the most difficult walks of her life - physically speaking it took the cake, but she could think of at least one that challenged it psychologically.

And so there she found herself, moon high above her head in the clear sky, sitting on the side of a small stone bridge, crossing the river from west to east, connecting the old logging road to the yet-uncut forests. And sitting there, starting to lose sensation in her behind having sat on the cold, hard stonework for far to long, she wondered if it would be worth just jumping off, letting the river take her away. Maybe she'd wash up somewhere better than here. Maybe she'd drown. Maybe she wanted to.

A few hours passed, thinking like that. At an educated guess, Ema estimated it was about half past one in the morning, judging it to have been about three hours since she'd arrived and sat down to take stock of her situation again, not that she'd known what time it was then, either.. She physically slapped herself across the face. Not hard, but enough to sting, waking her up a little. Inwardly, she was furious at herself "Three hours!? Spent doing what? Considering becoming An Hero? Grow a pair Ema, you're not offing yourself, end of story."

Another few hours passed underneath that same bridge, where the small girl had eventually decided to climb down to, thinking the meagre shelter might help her sleep. It didn't. She just lay half-awake, unable to turn her thoughts off, considering the reality of the island. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want to kill either. Murder, being murdered, neither are ever exactly appealing thoughts. So lying in what passed for a bed, thinking about life and thinking about death, Ema found her mind involuntarily filled with the dulcet tones of Steven Morrissey, thanks to the rather lyrical manner her thoughts had taken on.

The teenagers, who love you, they will wake up, yawn and kill you.

Everyone else must be thinking the same thing as her, or must have already, or would soon. Ema was sure of that much. They'd think about their situations, they'd think about life, and think about death, and how the latter really doesn't appeal to them. They'd decide to kill, so they themselves could survive.

So don't let the blue, the blue eyes fool you

Ema didn't want to kill anyone, though. She didn't know if she was even capable of it. Physically, given that she was woefully unfit and assigned a total joke of a weapon, and mentally, given that she'd never been in a fight before, she couldn't imagine defending herself from a mugger, let alone winning a fight to the death.

They're just gelignite, loaded and aiming right between your eyes

She'd have to, though. What other option was there? She couldn't quit, she couldn't give up, she couldn't just run and hide away, just prolonging the inevitable. Ema knew, at the very least, she'd prefer to die on her feet, trying to save herself, not cowering in a corner, trying to cling on to as many seconds as she could. Maybe she could live longer that way, but what kind of life would it be?

You know I couldn't last, someone please take me home.

Drowsy as she was, that thought process took Ema until five in the morning. After that, her brain simply didn't have the energy to carry on thinking clearly. She didn't sleep well, the on-and-off probably added up to no more than an hour overall, but at least she rested. When she rose, roused by the sound of Danya's clapping, she looked even more of a muddy, sodden mess than she had after emerging from the swamp, and her entire body ached. But she felt alive enough to stand up - not without banging her head on the underside of the bridge first - and move around. That'd have to be good enough.

The announcement went mostly over her head. Her ears pricked up at the dual mention of Kris Hartmann, someone Ema hadn't been friends with, but knew well enough from afar to be surprised by her killing not one, but two people. As for the rest of them, victims and killers alike, Ema didn't recognise a single name. The dual blessing and curse of spending her time alone, she didn't know who to watch out for, but at least she didn't know anyone well enough to feel any worse about their deaths than usual.

Nineteen deaths, in total. That number resounded in Ema's head for some time. One day, not even a full 24 hours, and nineteen of her peers were dead. With her head too muddled to subtract the double-killers from the list, she settled for nineteen murderers to fear. But if that many had already done it, how many had simply resolved to, given the chance? Probably more. Would it be any great evil for her to join them?

She didn't want to think about it just yet. See how things go. Defend yourself if you have to. Defend, with your bare hands. Heh, that's a laugh. Good luck, girly.

With that fabulously upbeat thought in mind, Ema clambered out from beneath the bridge, and took a look around, hoping the pale light of dawn might give her a hand with navigation, or at least show her if anyone else had arrived.
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.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy
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G045 - Ema Ryan - Never made it home.
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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|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -> 9 -> 10 -> 11 -> 12 -> 13 -> 14 -> 15 -> 16 -> 17 -> 18 -> 19 -> 20 -> 21 -> 22 -> 23 -> 24 -> 25 -> 26 -|
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
|- -1 -| |- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -|
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
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -|
Status - Dead: Decapitated by Hayley Kelly
[245/276] 0 Kills - Died Day 2
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Brown #3: Eloise Winterburn told herself she wouldn't beg.
Location: Somewhere out in The Open Plains - A Portrait Of Skin
|- -3 -> -2 -> -1 -| |- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -|
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
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -|
Status: Dead - Shot by Vincent Sullivan
Weaponry: IMI Desert Eagle [Taken by Vincent]
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September 16th, 2010, 7:06 am #2

((Janet Victoriee-Ser continued from Shelter From the Storm))

Janet didn't know what possessed her to leave the abandoned village; perhaps it was the fact that she knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere by wandering through some ghost town. The path was relatively clear anyway, tufts of grass had been pulled out or pressed down. Hardly a rural area. Janet breathed at a slow but constant pace until she saw light reflecting off a river. Strangely she didn't feel very scared of the river, which was strange considering that it was a river that her brother had died in. She thought it best not to look into the river, just in case.

She thought of how she was going to survive. She couldn't survive much longer being terrified of every tree or bush that she came across; she'd have to face her fears sooner or later, perhaps this is just what she needed. Could this be what her brother wanted? No! Janet reminded herself that the person she had saw in her dream was not her brother and this is not where he would have wanted her to end up. Even so, as she was here, she may have to also accept the fact that sooner or later she may actually have to... Kill someone... Janet shuddered at the thought so she put it to the back of her mind.

There was a bridge stretching across it too and hanging around the bridge seemed to be... Yes! It was a classmate. Janet forgot the possibility that she could be killed on sight and ran over, happy to finally see another human being.

"Over here! It's me! Janet V!" Janet had no idea whether or not the classmate would recognise her name, but the classmate looked familiar so she thought that she'd try it.
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September 17th, 2010, 1:42 pm #3

Ema rubbed the back of her head, further ruining any semblance of straightness her hair had managed to regain as she'd been sitting, and later lying, still. She made a mental note; skull + stone = ow, and reminded herself to not headbutt anything else she may encounter on her second day.

That was an odd thought. Her second day. Hers. Ema Ryan, the one that, had she known about Survival of the Fittest before then, would have even herself admitted she doubted she'd last more than a few hours. Yet there she was, still alive, still uninjured - save for a small bruise forming on her crown - and still mostly stable. Physically, not much worse for wear than she'd been before arriving, maybe even a little fitter, after the long trek through the swamp, which would probably render less hostile terrain comparably easy to cross. Mentally, she was tired and ratty, the combination of little sleep, stress and her growing headache, but otherwise quite sane and stable. All in all, in much better condition than she would've dared hope.

"Over here!"

Ema rubbed her head again, not sure if the noise she'd heard was real or a result of the pounding inside her skull. Sounded like that godawful fairy Navi, telling her to pay attention to something she'd already figured out. Hey, listen!
Good idea, actually. Listen. See if you hear anything else.

"It's me! Janet V!"

Damn, it really was real? Human, female, and oddly friendly. Ema didn't even recognise the name Janet, let alone need an initial to differentiate it from the other 0 Janets she knew. But that tone... did she not realise what was happening? Or maybe her optimism hadn't been marred by fighting and harsh realisations yet? Either way, best to take advantage of the opportunity for a replacement Eve. Probably wouldn't have as awesome as sword as Eve had, but an unarmed ally is better than no ally.

So Ema made a potentially fatal choice, and climbed up onto the side of the bridge, making her small frame at least slightly more visible than before. She waved, trying to look as un-playerlike as possible, if such an adjective exists. She tried to speak, to give a friendly reply, but her throat felt dry and scratchy, and her mind drew a blank of what to even say. The best she could manage was a weird croak, barely audible even to herself. Probably best not to try again, lest she sound oddly threatening or something on the second time. She'd already managed to creep one person out entirely without meaning to, better not to do that again.
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.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy
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G045 - Ema Ryan - Never made it home.
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
|- -3 -| |- -2 -> -1 -|
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -> 9 -> 10 -> 11 -> 12 -> 13 -> 14 -> 15 -> 16 -> 17 -> 18 -> 19 -> 20 -> 21 -> 22 -> 23 -> 24 -> 25 -> 26 -|
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
|- -1 -| |- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -|
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
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -|
Status - Dead: Decapitated by Hayley Kelly
[245/276] 0 Kills - Died Day 2
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Brown #3: Eloise Winterburn told herself she wouldn't beg.
Location: Somewhere out in The Open Plains - A Portrait Of Skin
|- -3 -> -2 -> -1 -| |- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -|
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
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -|
Status: Dead - Shot by Vincent Sullivan
Weaponry: IMI Desert Eagle [Taken by Vincent]
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September 18th, 2010, 6:52 pm #4

((Josie Vernon continued from We Are The Sleepyheads))

Josie Vernon and Sierra Manning, the inseparable pair, left the northern cliffs and wandered along the coast with no actual destination in mind. Josie kept herself close to her friend, and her eyes were peeled for anyone that might stand in their way of finding Omar. But, as it stood, the pair had seen no one. Josie took this as a good sign, as she wasn't sure what she would say to anyone else.. Especially someone that was unfamiliar to her. She felt a little paranoid and on-edge, as did anyone.

After much walking, the two girls entered an area full of stumps and fallen trees. Both exhausted from the initial shock and gravity of their situation, they decided to stop and 'camp' for awhile. Their camp was little more than sitting on the stumps of fallen trees and resting as the sky above them grew dark. Through the night, Josie kept focusing on the different sounds that forced her paranoia to flare up severely... Every rustle, snap, crack, and far-away cry caused her heart to clench up, and she would immediately peer around with her flashlight.

Needless to say, Josie didn't get much rest.

Sometime before sunrise, Josie led her friend away from the felled forest and continued along a small river. She had no idea where this river would eventually lead her, but.. as initially established, she didn't have a set location in mind. She just wanted to find Omar and reunite him with her best friend. She wanted to make Sierra happy; she wanted to see her smile again.

As the sun began to rise bit by bit, Josie squinted and saw a dirt road ahead. It was off in the distance, but roads led to places, right? Up straight ahead was a bridge, and after more walking, she realized that the road led straight to the bridge. "I wonder what's beyond it.." she thought absently, her pace not slowing.

In the dim light, Josie was almost to the bridge when the speakers crackled to life. She would have noticed Ema, except now her guard was dropped as her ears strained to pick up the details of Mr. Danya's announcements.

Josie didn't remove her eyes from the speakers as the man in charge spoke, and all the while, her arm was tightly grasping Sierra's. The first two deaths that Danya mentioned were people that Josie wasn't too familiar with, and, thankfully, hadn't been killed by anyone in particular. She expected the next couple of announced deaths to be few and far-between.. Maybe accidental or something. People really couldn't be playing this game, could they?

But the next death knocked the breath out of Josie. Warren Brown.. She had seen the guy around, but it wasn't his death that surprised her. It was the boy who killed him... "Omar Burton shot him in the chest with his own gun... own gun... own gun... Omar Burton.. Omar. Omar. Omar. Josie gasped audibly and tightened her grip on Sierra's arm. Her other hand immediately went up to her mouth. "Jesus Christ!"

She looked over at her best friend in shock, all the other names going through one ear and out the other. Every other death seemed minuscule compared to this one, because... This was a boy that she knew! This was a boy that she knew very well, as her best friend was dating him! Josie was shocked beyond belief and couldn't find anything to say to Sierra. She was probably equally as shocked. Looking down at the ground, she removed her hand from Sierra's arm and began to fidget with the collar of her shirt.

How could this be? How could this fucking be? Sure, there were probably a thousand explanations for the death of Warren, but who would know the truth? If Omar really was a cold-blooded murderer, he might also be a cold-blooded liar. But why would he SHOOT someone? Maybe it was self-defense! Maybe Warren attacked him first... Too many thoughts were ricocheting in her head. She wanted to sit down.

Josie had just been stopped dead in her tracks. Sierra and Josie were planning to go about the island search for Omar, and now.. now.. He was a murderer! Hell no! Finding Omar was the last thing that Josie wanted to do now! She felt as if she was being unfair about this whole thing. Perhaps it really was an accident or something. The announcement was vague on detail, and.. maybe Danya was fucked up enough to twist these details. It was a possibility.

"Jesus Christ.." she groaned, looking up from the ground. She became vaguely aware of Danya's voice mentioning the deaths of Maria and Tony and Amber. Then there were the names of killers like Steffan and Jackie and Kris and Colin. Josie would have been more surprised if she wasn't dealing with the initial shock of hearing Omar's name on the announcement.

A girl yelling jarred Josie from her thoughts. She ran a hand through her bright crimson hair and looked over towards the bridge. A girl, apparently named Janet V was yelling to another girl. The other girl, Ema, was standing atop the bridge and waving. Josie let out a slight sigh of relief at the sight. Things could have been much worse. They could have ran into a gunfight or something, but the two girls didn't appear dangerous at all.

Josie decided that she could afford to put her guard down a little and approach these two. Looking over at Sierra, the red-head took a step towards the girls and watched them carefully. "H-..Hey," she said in a slightly scratchy voice. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Hey." She nodded at the girls and took a few steps closer. "It's Josie. And.." She peeked back at Sierra. "Sierra. H-..How are you guys holding up?" she asked, although it sounded very forced and nervous.

Even in Survival of the Fittest, Josie still royally sucked at starting conversations.


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September 18th, 2010, 10:27 pm #5

Janet ran up to the edge of the bridge to meet with Ema.

"I can't believe it, I've finally found someone on this ghost island." Being as pleased as she was to finally see another human being, Janet instinctively wrapped her arms around Ema and hugged for for a second before releasing. "Well... Here we are I guess... Survival of the Fittest... Kill or be killed..." Janet listed off thee lines nervously. "Still, you seem to be in one piece, that's a good thing." Janet was desperate to start up a conversation with this girl and wrapped her brain for a topic and after about ten seconds of silence, she thought of one. "So what's your name." Again, Janet nervously laughed off this question.

"Hey!" Another voice attracted Janet's attention, she saw more people approaching, she didn't know whether or not to respond. "It's Josie and..." Josie... That wasn't a name that Janet recognised. "Sierra... H- How are you guys holding up?" Sierra... Now that name sounded rather familiar, perhaps someone she had seen in school or something. She decided to give them a hand, she realised that everyone needed to survive and what could she do but help them out.

"We're just fine, thanks. Don't worry, we won't hurt you. I'm Janet by the way and this is..." Janet embarrassingly remembered that she still hadn't received an answer for her previous name question. She turned to Ema and whispered. "What did you say your name was?"
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October 1st, 2010, 5:19 pm #6

(Ema hits the inactive mark tomorrow, so apologies to Mimi, but I'mma have to break the order at this point.)

"I can't believe it, I've finally found someone on this ghost island."

Had she not hopped down from the side of the bridge to meet Janet on the other side of the river, Ema probably would've been knocked over by the unexpected embrace. Not just that she hadn't seen it coming in the context of Survival of the Fittest, but also that she hadn't expected anyone to be pleased to see her, what with being a relative unknown to all but perhaps three people, and therefore instantly a point of doubt and suspicion.

So running into someone that was glad for the small comfort that Ema wasn't wielding a big dangerous implement of death and destruction was quite comforting for Ema herself. Someone that would see her as another victim like themselves, not a wild card that could turn around and murder them any minute. Fat chance, with the piece of crap "weapon" she'd been dealt. And then Janet let go, and spoke again.

"Well... Here we are I guess... Survival of the Fittest... Kill or be killed..."

Had Janet not released her, Ema would've pulled free of her own volition at that one. "Goddamnit, think Ema!" was the first thought in her head. The second was largely the same. "You just went and let her get to point-blank range and grab you! Fuck!"

"So what's your name?"

Luckily for Ema, the other girl didn't seem intent on running up and knifing her. Gawd she hated the people that did that. Such a cheap tactic, especially with those damn superhuman ninja perks, just makes it almost impossible to shoot them down before they get into the absurdly wide stab radius... Wait, did Janet say something? For the second time in less than a minute, Ema berated herself for her lapse in caution. First she let someone get within lethal range, then she zoned out again in the middle of someone talking, potentially saying something important.

Ema began to apologise, meaning to ask Janet to repeat herself. But then some more people showed up, handily covering for her non-answer. Josie and Sierra they were, apparently. Didn't look particularly threatening to Ema, what with the nervous stutter and the grime that was clearly not from fighting. So she stood her ground, and she waited to find out what they wanted; if they wanted anything at all.

"We're just fine, thanks. Don't worry, we won't hurt you. I'm Janet by the way and this is..."

Helpfully, Janet had decided to pick up the conversation for her, taking away any need to exercise her scratchy vocal chords, or to engage her mind enough to come up with some coherent speech. Weird scratchy voice happened to her a lot.

"What did you say your name was?"

Before Ema had a chance to go off on a mental tangent about her unreliable diction, Janet spoke again, giving the fatigued girl no choice but to speak up. She coughed, clearing her thoat - seemed to help, that and drinking stuff - and, after a few "Eh" sounds and further throat-clears, managed "Ema, um, Ema Ryan."
There. Wasn't so hard, really. Turns out all it takes is a bit of willpower and clearing of the throat. And someone to force your hand... Yup, before she knew it, Ema's eyes were glazed over in that manner oh-so-familiar to those that knew her - she was off on another meaningless line of thought.
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.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy
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G045 - Ema Ryan - Never made it home.
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
|- -3 -| |- -2 -> -1 -|
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -> 9 -> 10 -> 11 -> 12 -> 13 -> 14 -> 15 -> 16 -> 17 -> 18 -> 19 -> 20 -> 21 -> 22 -> 23 -> 24 -> 25 -> 26 -|
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
|- -1 -| |- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -|
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
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -|
Status - Dead: Decapitated by Hayley Kelly
[245/276] 0 Kills - Died Day 2
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Brown #3: Eloise Winterburn told herself she wouldn't beg.
Location: Somewhere out in The Open Plains - A Portrait Of Skin
|- -3 -> -2 -> -1 -| |- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -|
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
|- 1 -> 2 -> 3 -|
Status: Dead - Shot by Vincent Sullivan
Weaponry: IMI Desert Eagle [Taken by Vincent]
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October 2nd, 2010, 1:02 am #7

((Same with me. Posting as Josie to keep her from going inactive and I'll delete the prior OOC conversation afterwards.))

Josie examined Janet with curiosity and listened as she said Sierra's name and asked how they were holding up. She wondered if Janet and Sierra knew each other, but Josie couldn't say that she had ever spoken to this Janet character before. She seemed nice, though. With a shrug, Josie responded, "Decent. Better than most, I assume. What about yourself?" she asked, somewhat amazed that she was able to answer a question and throw back the same question as if she weren't a socially-inept Awkward-Myrtle.

Janet replied that they were fine and reassured her that they wouldn't hurt them. Josie nodded and offered a very slight smile. It was somewhat weary, yet genuine. "Likewise. We're not hostile. Nice to meet you, Janet." She turned towards the other girl that Janet was addressing. The girl proceeded to clear her throat a few times and, finally after what seemed like forever, introduced herself as Ema Ryan. "Cool," Josie responded, absently dragging her foot across the dirt and creating a line that she quickly swept away in a matter of seconds. She, like Ema, wasn't really paying attention right now. She was focused on drawing lines in the dirt and not aware of that dreaded silence that fell over the small group.

When she looked up, she realized that something needed to be said. They couldn't just stand here and gawk at each other like a bunch of idiots. Perhaps Ema and Janet wanted Sierra and Josie to take a hike? Perhaps they wanted to form into some sort of protective group? She had no idea, really. What did most people do in Survival of the Fittest? She considered cracking open the handbook that came in her designated duffel bag but refrained. It probably just said a bunch of garbage, slapped together much like the weapon she had been given.

While thinking of something to contribute, Josie couldn't help but realize how lucky she was. She had come across two reasonably nice girls who weren't too scared or unstable or murderous. She didn't think there would be too many people like herself and Sierra.. There would probably be people like Omar out there. Wait. She reminded herself not to think about Omar. She didn't know his situation. He could be innocent for all she knew.

Her luck, however, was undeniable. She didn't want to just lose these girls and walk away. They could be partners or something. Passing another look at Janet and Ema, Josie added in a slightly nervous-sounding voice, "I don't want to jump the gun here, but.. Did anyone get anything decent?" she asked. "I got a birthday invitation, so I'm out of the running for Most Threatening Contender."

She offered a nervous smile, but she was aware that these girls could take her simple question as a threat, so she tried to remain calm. She didn't want Ema and Janet to think that Josie was looking for protection or planned to steal their weaponry when they weren't looking. Oh, hell no! Josie could never let anyone else protect her, especially if she promised herself that she was protecting Sierra! She couldn't allow that! And if she considered herself anything, it was honest. She would never bring herself to steal... from anyone alive, at least. "I was just wonderin'," she added, pulling out the invite to show to the others.

Now it was out of the bag that she was practically defenseless, but she wasn't going to lie. Lying could get her killed. It could also save her life in a pinch, but she saw no reason to lie to these two seemingly innocent girls.


♥Dawson Demarke: School Cafeteria♥
♥Soon to come: Francis Scodelaris♥
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October 2nd, 2010, 11:57 am #8

((Likewise))

Janet was pleased that she was starting to form a group of people together, she didn't know what exactly they would be doing but one of the many things she learnt from her experience with her Dad is that there was strength in numbers; so as long as no-one turned on her, she should be aright. Not that she expected these two girls to be the type of people who would even hurt a fly, at least as far as Janet could tell.

"I don't want to jump the gun here, but.. Did anyone get anything decent? I got a birthday invitation, so I'm out of the running for Most Threatening Contender."

Of course! It suddenly occurred to Janet that everyone in SOTF got a weapon; she had completely forgot about that until now. "What have I got? Well actually I haven't actually checked yet, hold on..." Janet took her bag off her back and started to search it, rummaging around with one hand and holding it in the other. She felt a few packets of food, a few bottles of water, a first aid kit, a small booklet and something strange, that must have been her weapon. She pulled it out hoping for something that she could use for survival, not to kill anyone but perhaps something she could use as some sort of make-shift camping equipment.

When she took out her 'weapon' she almost screamed at the sight of it. She dropped it on the floor in shook along with her bag. "Ffff... What the hell kind of weapon is that." Janet had seen one of those things before on a website that one of her friends had linked to her as a joke. She was not amused at the time and she was even less amused now. "Seriously? I can't go around with that, I don't know where it's been!" She gave the disgusting object a small kick away from her and it started to vibrate violently. "What on Earth can use this for?" Janet stared at her weapon, lying on the grass in the middle of the circle.
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October 5th, 2010, 1:41 pm #9

[[OOC: Ack guys, I’m sooo sorry. I pinky promise (you can’t break a pinky promise—they’re sacred!) I’ll post more regularly. So pleeeease don’t hold it against me.<3 You guys have full permission to yell at me if I take too long!]]

[[Sierra Manning continued from We Are The Sleepyheads]]

They were hopeful leaving the cliffs, the weight hanging above them letting up more and more as it disappeared into the background. They were hopeful walking along the coastline, Sierra even dared to take off her shoes and relish the sand beneath her feet as the salty water tickled at her piggies. She’d always wanted to go to the beach, so at least she got to do that before… y’know. Even when the sun had set and the unnerving dark expanse left them huddled under a rotting oak tree, partially to escape the bitter cold and partially out of fear for what could be lurking—they were hopeful. But, in a way, hope was like fire. You could spend hours trying to start it and hours tending to it, stoking it, feeding it all the wood you could find, but with a breeze strong enough it was gone.

Omar Burton shot him in the chest with his own gun.

Josie knew. Josie knew she was trying to be strong, trying with everything in her not to cry. And as far as Josie knew, she didn’t. Instead, she muffled everything—pushing Skany-Blanky against her face with what little force she could muster. Her insides felt like they were being torn apart, falling heavily into the pit of her stomach. It was hard to breathe, coming out instead in muffled rasps. She couldn’t even be sure if she wanted to breathe anymore, honestly. Omar was a killer. Her Omar. The same Omar who talked to her for hours at night when she couldn’t sleep. The same Omar who brought her chicken soup when she was sick. Her Omar, the same boy she pictured herself next to on her wedding day.

Not her Omar. Warren probably attacked him. Omar probably had to defend himself and he was probably, she knew Omar in and out and he wasn’t like that. Warren was in a band and rockstars are usually really violent, right? Maybe, maybe he decided to play and Omar was the first person he saw. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, her Omar. He wouldn’t. He was just scared. He was scared and he needed her.

We’re coming, Omar.
Please don’t be different.
Be the same Omar, okay?

Sierra could feel herself shrinking behind Josie as they approached the two girls. Her bones rattled against her skin, a reaction that had failed to cease after the announcements. A shrinking violet that would have been glad to be absorbed by the Earth at that point in time. Her hand squeezed Josie’s, who thankfully took the lead. She only numbly listened as they talked, failing to make eye contact with either girl.

Say something.

Even as Josie extended the olive branch, she couldn’t force herself to speak up. She averted her eyes as Janet’s… y’know fell to the ground and wriggled around sickly in the wet grass.

Say something.

Her throat suddenly felt incredibly tight, the hairs on the back of her neck springing to attention.

“I…”

In an instant, Sierra lurched to the side and expelled what little content she had in her stomach. Her head felt uncharacteristically light, her cheeks burned with the fever that had over-taken her body, though she could’ve sworn it was due to the overwhelming embarrassment.

“I don’t feel good,” She croaked, meekly rubbing the bile off her face with the sleeve of her jacket.

Where are you Omar?
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October 7th, 2010, 9:51 pm #10

((Steven Hunt continued from Words Can't Bring Me Down))

We ride together!
We die together!


The final lines of Franz Ferdinand's Bite Hard seemed to be dancing about Steven Hunt's mind. Particularly the word "Die." Fortunately for him, they hadn't taken away his iPod on capturing him on the island, though his cellphone had met an unfortunate end. They thought it particularly funny leaving a few distinct plastic pieces in his duffel bag, just to piss him off. It was probably a bad idea to listen to music while he should probably be listening for anyone sneaking up on him... but honestly, he doubted anyone was at the point of sneaking up and murdering anyone in sight just yet.

That is, until a faint crackling noise brought him out of his scottish alt rock induced stupor. He pulled the headphones away from his ears and listened to the announcement. The deaths of the past day or so. The death of Eric Lorenz by Alex Rasputin struck a nerve. Steven watched it happen. It seems Alex went and killed another student with a chainsaw. How the fuck that psycho got a chainsaw, Steven didn't want to know. How did he even manage to just off and kill two people in a day?!

Alex, if I see you again it's going to get fucking ugly.

Steven couldn't recognize many of the names that were listed in the announcements - It was a big school, the senior class even moreso. He knew a few of them, but it didn't evoke many feelings other than discontent with his current situation. It was almost too surreal to actually register with him. At any moment he could die, but Steven knew that he wouldn't really feel any sense of imminent death until it was... well, imminent. The fear only appeared when the threat to his life was actually visually apparent. It was always that way. He'd go skiing down a steep hill, only to get scared mid-way down it. Of course, there was always the collar on his neck that could go at any...

No. Not thinking about that.

Steven looked down at the iPod. It was on shuffle, and "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" was now thirty seconds into playing. With a slight grin, he turned it off and wrapped the headphones around it before sliding it into the inner pocket of his jacket. The grin disappeared when he once again saw the large knife attached to his belt.

It was worth noting that with all of the dead on the island, there were certain to be a good number of killers (discounting suicides). As the thought of someone stalking him crossed his mind, Steven opened the duffel bag and pulled out the cricket bat he was assigned as a weapon. If Simon Pegg could peg (Oh, i'm so witty) zombies with it, surely Steven could disable any potential attackers with it. After watching a few episodes of Brainiac, Steven had discovered that cricket bats were actually more useful for destroying things than baseball bats were. Though, if you wanted to cause damage to a specific area, a golf club was the way to go.

"Oh, the lovely thoughts that go through my mind. I wish I had a gun. At least I can use those with some degree of confidence. The one good thing about moving to The States. The guns. Of course, if I hadn't moved here I probably would be at home making myself a sandwich and getting laid. At the same time. Hah! In a perfect world, at least. Though, that would be kind of difficult. I mean, maybe if I was on the bottom but at the same time it would be pretty hard to concentrate. It'd make more sense if I I made it afterwards... Damn, I want a sandwich now. I should probably stop talking..."

Or someone will hear me, and hurt me. That wouldn't be fun. Not like hox sex followed by a sandwich.

It was then Steven realized that in the mid-point of his ramble to himself he'd stumbled upon a group of people gathered at a small stone bridge. He supposed he should probably keep his head up from now on, instead of staring at the ground. Now that his head was up, however, he realized that he didn't recognize a single one of them. He probably looked like an odd sight - he hadn't shaved before the trip and was looking a bit disheveled, coupled with his near-black purple hair, cricket bat, and army surplus jacket. He faintly waved in greeting.

"G'd afternoon."

((I'm aware that Mimi still has to post, I'm just trying to avoid inactivity and I left the identities of the group intentionally vague.))
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