Back in the early days of the island, the residents tried to mine the mountain for gold. The mountain, however, produced nothing, and after they reached the other side, the miners gave up. The leftover buildings serve as testament to the failed expedition. The wood buildings are very aged, creaking when a strong wind blows by. There are still pieces of old equipment that are scattered throughout the surrounding area, now serving little use to the island's inhabitants.* Threads Allowed: 2 *

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August 25th, 2010, 12:30 am #1

((G073- Annaliese Hansen start))

Annaliese moaned softly as her stomach turned yet another cartwheel. She sank to her knees and sat down hard before cradling her head in her hands. Whatever the students had been given to keep them sedated hit her with the efficiency of a tank. Or maybe it had just teamed up with the Dramamine she had popped just before boarding the bus.

Normally, the anti-motion sickness pill made her feel a little groggy, but this was so much worse. Since awakening, she had managed to travel a whole 50 feet or so from her start point before the pounding pain in her head had driven her to her knees and caused to vomit profusely.

Only one thing could explain the level of pain she was in. My brain must be attempting to tunnel its way out my head. Like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape. It’s trying to get away from my traitorous tummy, which is turning itself inside out.

Reaching over to grab her Danya-issued bag, she tugged it under her head before curling up in a fetal position. The small actions caused a spike of pain that cause little spots of white light to appear before her eyes. She knew that being incapacitated like this was probably not a good thing for her chances of continued survival, but the whole thing was out of her hands. And she would have been more concerned if there were people around.

But currently, she was completely alone. Maybe if she got a chance to just lie quietly for awhile, the whole thing would eventually pass.

“This is so not what my horoscope promised this morning,” she muttered then groaned, each word accompanied by a pounding throb. “It would almost be a mercy if someone did stumble across me and put me out of my misery."
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August 25th, 2010, 6:40 pm #2

(Boy 125 Watson, Frankie start)

Frankie woke early and forced himself into the nearest building, an ancient looking wooden structure. It was within this creaking shelter that he came to terms with what happened. Instead of being on a camping trip celebrating with his friends, he was in the nightmare that was Survival of the Fittest. Frankie laughed. Faced with the very real threat of death at the hands of his friends, of being the cause of those same friend’s deaths.

Of being a million miles from home and failing to remember the last thing his father had said to him, only that he knew what it hadn’t been. No ‘I love you’ or even a fond farewell. No thought towards a kind word. Not uncaring, just…distant.

Of being in a hurry to free himself from his mother’s embrace, not realising it would be his last. Feeling an urge to just get away as fast as he could. Now he’d give everything to go back. Not just home, but to that exact moment. Force a goodbye out of his dad, hold that hug just a little longer.

It wasn’t until Frankie felt the salty taste in his mouth that he realised he hadn’t been laughing at all.

Frankie reached for his pack, pulling out a packet of assorted dried fruits. Chewing on a small handful Frankie allowed himself to focus only on grinding the fruit to a pulp, on the feeling of the fruit on his teeth, his tongue and then finally as it slid down his throat. The familiarity of food settled him, his breathing steadied and his sobs stopped. His thoughts turned to Danya’s words.

Could you kill your best friend? What if your best friend could kill you?

Frankie could think of one person he’d like to kill. Just one. And even that was something he wouldn’t find easy. It didn’t matter how much you wanted something, the reality was always harder. Frankie would have told anyone that. It was what he knew.

Frankie searched for his weapon, grasping the handle tightly. He could feel it was a knife straight away. He’d held enough in the kitchen. But this wasn’t a tool. Normally he had all his knives arranged in order. Here was his cheese knife, there was his bread knife. This…had no place in his kitchen. It was a murdering knife. He’d seen the chopping instruments of the butcher, and yes they were capable of inflicting terrible damage. But this was different. It was sleek, efficient. Made to slice a man, not a vegetable. Frankie held the knife up, examining it closely. He practised folding and unfolding the blade. Satisfied he could work the blade he stowed the knife in his pocket. The survival guide was tossed aside. Everything else stayed.

Frankie was checking his map when he heard a soft moan. The sound was faint and Frankie initially dismissed it as a trick of the wind. This was something he was perfectly ready to accept up to the point where he heard a voice.

‘This is so not what my horoscope promised this morning. ’A groan, “It would almost be a mercy if someone did stumble across me and put me out of my misery.

Frankie opened the door of the hut, cursing all the way as it creaked loudly. Moving slowly, his hands open and held out in front of him ever so slightly, Frankie walked towards what he could see was a girl, curled up in a ball. Frankie wasn’t sure whether the girl was watching him or not. Keeping his distance he softly called out.

‘Uh, you ok there?’

Obviously the girl wasn’t ok. She could even have been shot for all he knew. But you didn’t go up to people and tell them how much you thought they looked like death warmed up. Especially here, where such a remark might get him a bullet in the brain for his troubles. So the redundant question stayed.


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August 26th, 2010, 3:42 am #3

One.

Two.

One.

Two.

One two.

One two. One two.

One two.

One two one two one two one two one two three. She tripped a bit on the last step. She shouldn’t have worn the new shoes. She looked down for scuffs. The backs were already rubbing spots, the foundations upon which they’d build some nasty blisters. She’d have to pull her socks up when she found a seat. There was a sigh behind her, impatient, female, fuck off you bitch. She smiled at the bus driver as she moved. He smiled back. He smiled back? No detail, just a smell like old whiskey evaporated by cheap living mixed with faux-leather like the seat he was seated at sitted down sitting down down hard on one knee. Dry earth bit into her palms. Were mines always this dry? Bags slapped against her and the ground. Mines? The carts. What else could it be? With those it was either a mine or what else, a

bus. She shifted the weight of the big little black blue bag to make herself slimmer as she progressed through the aisle. Someone caught her eye. Of course she’d end up on Señora’s bus. She flashed her that wrinkly little smile that was away more like she was hiding her disgust like she was getting shot in the fucking back and side maybe you’d smile like that too and

“Rhory! I was getting worried I wouldn’t see any of my AP kids this morning.”

oh señora good morning yes i’m excited for my test scores i know i got at least a 3 now if you’ll excuse me you reek of everything bagel with veggie spread and the bitch behind me is sighing again and i think i’ve spotted my dark little coffee-and-cigarette boy behind your ugly fucking
dead head and while we’re on the subject mine hurts like

She rubbed the sandy dirt off on her jeans and buried her eyes deep in her fingers. Colors burst as she pressed but the fog didn’t lift. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t tired. She was panicked and scared. Scared people aren’t tired, are they? Maybe tired of being scared. Scared of being tired? Yes, she was, thank you for noticing. She wasn’t tired. Why was she tired? She knew she’d slept but she didn’t really sleep because she almost always dreamt. She was good at dreaming. She tried that lucid dreaming thing once and it didn’t quite work but it sort of did but no dreams this time just bus boy black then up with a st no not quite there yet this wasn’t the bus. Where was the bus? This was a mine, that was not her duffel bag, that was not her big fuckin’ knife, and is it alright if I sit here?

He didn’t roll his eyes but she could tell he really did. She cheerfully plopped herself beside him and shoved her bags under her feet. Fuck forgot about the backs ouch no time to fix the socks now. He ignored her. He smelled like coffee. So predictable. Why was it so interesting? His earbuds were in and a familiar twang wafted out. Kurt liked this one too. We saw the dragon move down my father burned into
coal? No, maybe gold. Not that it mattered, whatever it was there wasn’t much le(ft foot right foot come on keep moving) something something something whatever it was it didn’t matter because it meant nothing coming from him especially not with the weight on around her n(o that came later) just skip ahead what happened what happened what

Splash. Heave. Splash.
What?

She hoped he wouldn’t notice the drool. She wondered if Kurt ever told him about the drool. He found it cute, he said. She was sure he’d find it cute smeared all over his shoulder. She should probably wipe it of. Arm up. Arm up? Nope, arm still down. That was no good. She slid further down and her droolstained cheek did indeed find itself on his cotton red shoulder. She marinated him with it, slathering saliva seditiously. Her neck cracked as it bent against him and Sufjan Stevens played over her head and further down she went all things go all things go the silver Sony semáforo teetered dangerously precariously precociously drove to chicago no wait new york did he skip a verse? who the hell likes being stuck in a place where you can't even smile in a van with my friend it's hot as balls we slept in parking lots and everyone's an asshole



i just want to go home said mikal as she clattered to the floor

she was not going home

the shooting the spewing squealing crude oil pig opera señora clearest of all her face not in that familiar smile at all then more black then black again as she woke with a ((G040 start)) but no that was just her arm over her face the denim seam left a line across her nose she could feel and she stumbled up in a haze one sluggily slugglishly slug girl leaving ooze and drool and tears and snot two one two three down where was she well judging by the carts she was in a mine

a mine.
she was in a mine.
she was in a mine.
she was in a mine.
she was in a mine and the teachers were dead and there was a bomb on her neck and she was going to die and she was in a mine and

no
stop
focus
focus focus focus


Breathe.

Better.

Her brain was stumbling out of its inebriation, creaking and lurching. Her throat was sore and her mouth felt padded with cotton. She needed water. She tottered towards the decaying carcass of a mine cart. Its wheels were long gone and it was far off the track. She dropped the duffel bags next to it. The laptop bag was laying abandoned several hundred feet away, only slightly deflated its its missing DVD player and the make-up kit she had moved to the blue bag. She felt a bit guilty for abandoning Perry Mason, but it was necessary. Was the make-up necessary? She was sure it was probably more edible than paper or plastic if it came to that. Did that make sense? No. Her back was against the cart and the rim of the bottle was to her lips. She gulped.

She needed to think and she needed to not think.

The bus, the room, the collars, the game was not important right now. She pushed them to the back of her head. Basics first. She needed to get her bearings and find shelter. She needed to stay the fuck away from people. She gripped the knife-thing at her right arm tighter. She really needed to stay the fuck away from people. She took another gulp. She pushed things back again. She wasn't going to cry. Those splashing sounds had stopped. What were they? She knew, of course. She'd held back enough hair enough times to know. But that wasn't the only time people made wet sounds. No, she wasn't going to cry.

Mumbling, behind her. A groan. More mumbling. Footsteps. A voice, close, behind her still. Do they sound okay, asshole? She shifted herself and snaked her head around the left side of the cart. There was a wooden hut close by. Probably an office. She could see a back in the doorway. She put her back against the cart again. She took another, quieter sip.

She stayed still. She listened. She wondered if the cigarettes were still in her bag.

She really needed a cigarette.
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August 28th, 2010, 11:25 pm #4

“Uh, you okay there?”

The masculine voice didn’t sound threatening. In fact, he actually sounded kind of concerned. Annaliese debated her options and decided on human interaction.

“Just peachy,” she ground out as she concentrated on not projectile vomiting on his feet. Ever so slowly, she uncurled herself and began the arduous process of sitting up. Oh-kay. You can do this. Getting vertical…getting vertical.... After several grunts and pauses, Annaliese sat up, her head hanging loosely while she panted. “That…was one of THE suckiest experiences of my life. And I stepped on a jelly fish once,” she informed her new friend.

She abruptly raised a finger in the international “one minute” gesture and clamped her free hand over her mouth. Several reflexive swallows later, she looked up at the young man, squinting. “Hey…uh, guy. Not to come across as a complete tool, but, uh, I don’t really recognize you. I'm Annaliese. Nice to meet you.”

Moving with extreme care to not further jar her head, she grabbed her bag and dragged it towards her. “So need water now. But I’ll just bet the water’s in plastic bottles. You do realize that plastic bottles release a chemical into the things they contain. It’s a toxin called…uh…called….” Annaliese’s voice trailed off as she fumbled with the zipper. “I can’t remember what it’s called right now, but it’s sooooo bad for you.”
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August 29th, 2010, 1:19 pm #5

Frankie stood awkwardly as the girl slowly sat up. ‘Just peachy’ she’d said. This was of course a complete lie. It was like when you asked a girl if they were ok and they said ‘fine’. They were never fine but they’d much rather you sit and figure out what was wrong with them rather than just say and save you the trouble. Fortunately this time it was easy to see what was wrong. Obviously a bad reaction to the knockout gas. Nothing a steaming bowel of chicken soup wouldn’t cure. Frankie wondered where he’d find a chicken on the island. Then it happened.

“Hey…uh, guy. Not to come across as a complete tool, but, uh, I don’t really recognize you. I'm Annaliese. Nice to meet you.”

Of course she didn’t know him. Why would she? What girl would pay any attention to big fat Frankie? Frankie felt the anger rise in him, a bitter recognition of rejection by proxy. Nothing was going to change. And now there was no more time. This was how he was going out, not a fond memory or anything but just some unknown big guy who put on a good show running for his life but in the end no one remembered him.

‘I’m Frankie,’ he said, ‘I wish we could have met under better circumstances.’

Frankie felt his anger subside. Could he really blame the girl for not knowing him? It wasn’t as if he put himself out there. Not after…well, not after what had happened. Maybe here was the place to change all that. Frankie ate another handful of fruit, chewing methodically and savouring the taste. Not that there was much taste. He’d much rather have a bowl of tangerine slices served with caramel. Chilled. Or a cheesecake. Or any kind of cake. Or…a packet of low calorie dried fruits. Frankie cursed himself for packing his diet food. If he’d have known what was coming he’d have packed accordingly. A last meal for the ages.

Now the girl was going on about toxins in the water bottles. Great, another threat to worry about. Now he’d just go ahead and die of thirst. Frankie assured the girl that it was the least of their worries. There were bigger things to worry about.
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September 11th, 2010, 5:09 am #6

((skipping James for the time being))

“Say hey, Fran-kay,” Annaliese said as she continued to dig in her bag. She quickly withdrew her hand from the bag as her fingers came in contact with a piece of cool, smooth metal. “What the,” she murmured as she shifted some contents around to get a better view. A part of a metal circle became visible. She briefly contemplated pulling it out to get a closer look at it, but decided that water was a more pressing concern.

She heaved a sigh as her suspicions were confirmed. The only form of drinkable liquid in the bag was indeed water in a recyclable plastic bottle. She held it up and eyed it critically. “You know, the least they could do is not poison us with chemicals. Polluting the environment with these never-gonna-degrade chunks of transparent dinosaurs is bad enough on its own.” Sighing again, she unscrewed the top and took a long drink.

She glanced up at Frankie as he assured her it wasn’t really high on their current list of concerns. Looking down as the remaining water, she gave the bottle a little swirl, making the water spin along the contours of the container. “I guess you’re right,” she admitted, capping the bottle. Annaliese tossed the bottle back into the bag with a frown.

“So, uhh…do you have any clue where we are, exactly? Or, like, a good idea on what to do next? Mostly, I’ve just been laying here trying to keep my insides from becoming my outsides, if you know what I mean.”
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September 14th, 2010, 12:29 pm #7

‘I’ve no idea, there’s a map in the bags though yeah? It seems safe enough though so why don’t we just stay here; get in one of those buildings once night comes. ‘Frankie paused. ‘For shelter, not uh, well you know…’ he trailed off lamely. Frankie felt his face heat up. Now was hardly the time. ‘But yeah we could make a nice little camp here. Homely you know, well, as homely as a place like this could get.’ He kicked a stone hard. It bounced and skittered across the ground. Frankie could hear nothing. They were safe as long as they stayed here. Frankie entertained the thought of surviving. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to work with meat again. Oh god! I’m gonna become a vegetarian aren’t I.

Frankie looked down at Annaliese. He was hopeless with girls, yet here he was with one right now. Bar his blunder before things were going fine. Frankie smiled and scratched an itch on his face. Jeez I’m sweating like a bitch. he thought as his hand left his face. Frankie made sure not to lift his arms up from now on. No one needed to see that. Especially not a girl. Frankie turned away and looked around him. Behind one of the huts there was a small noise and Frankie tensed up, reaching for the knife. His mouth went dry. He opened it to shout a warning, anything just to get Annaliese away.

A small brown shape streaked out from behind the hut. It was only a bird. Frankie let out a sigh of relief, then shut his mouth tight. She doesn’t need to know I got so worked up over nothing. Hopefully she didn’t see anything. Because there’s nothing there.

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September 15th, 2010, 5:08 am #8

((Ericka Bradley continued from Droplets))

The Sun was slowly rising over the horizon. A new day had come… sure, the world had been in no threat of ending, but there was no doubt that people on this island had not lived to see this sunrise. Ericka had almost been one of them. Even taking into account her good weapon draw, she had no doubts that if the last encounter had proceeded differently there was a chance that she may not have survived it. More care would have to be taken in the future to avoid a similar incident.

Ericka scanned the forest for signs of movement. She had been wandering through the forest in a deliberately twisted path hoping that any potential followers would lose her trail. Unfortunately for her, this took quite some time, and she hadn’t had time to find a safe place to sleep. Even while being cautious sleep would still be needed, and one would need to find an appropriately hidden spot to do so.

According to the map Ericka was approaching the mine. She had decided that such a place may have enough cracks, crevices, and abandoned equipment that she could find a hiding place fitting for a nap… or at least, she hoped she would.

When she reached the mine she saw that she was likely correct in her assessment, a number of pieces of abandoned mining equipment littered the site, several wooden structures also stood around the area. She could probably find a good area to hide and sleep, though it was unlikely to be comfortable.

As she began to search for her hiding spot there was a clapping noise. Startled, Ericka nervously looked around for the source of sound, but was soon made aware of its true nature; it was the First Announcement. Ericka listened intently as Danya spoke… Nineteen people. Nineteen of her fellow students had not lived to see the sunrise. None of the names, killer or victim, sounded familiar to her. Ericka felt relief that the mine was not a danger zone. She didn’t want to be driven out so soon after arriving.

Ericka began her search for a safe hiding spot once again, making sure to move silently in case anyone was nearby.
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September 17th, 2010, 11:12 am #9

( Nevermind my foolishness. Also post order is changed at the ok of everyone in the thread)

Frankie looked out towards the forest. His nerves were still on edge. The temperature was dropping, the chill of night creeping in. Frankie could weather the cold quite well. It had something to do with his ‘insulation’. He looked down at his body. The island will be good for me. I didn’t bring anything bad to eat; it’ll be like a detox. His belly rumbled loudly and he turned to get some more rabbit food from his pack. Annaliese was still sitting on the ground. As he was walking back to her he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Someone to be precise. The one person he was dreading meeting. The one he could only dream of meeting on the island.

Frankie always likened the idea to beauty and the beast. He was the hulking hairy monster, she the petite beauty. No one would believe his luck when he walked about with her. Finally his efforts had paid off. The diets and workouts, hours and days of torture finally worth it. He’d been giddy all day. As much as tried to be cool about it he could barely contain himself. She was being coy when she didn’t meet his eye that day. He could barely contain his smile. You could hear it in his voice when he made the dinner reservation. Even his father had noticed. For that day he was /dad/, not father. Frankie felt as his heart would burst with pride.

Instead it broke.

Of course he was overreacting. Maybe there’d been a mix up. She could have been confused and got the days in a muddle. Or maybe she was just running late. He could have waited longer. No, he could see it in the eyes on everyone at the restaurant. The waiter, the bar staff and even the manager eventually who said it pained him very much but, surely he would understand how much they needed the table. It had been a special favour holding it in the first place. Frankie politely thanked them for their time. He kept his face rigid all the way to the car.

Ericka Bradley.

Ericka who sometimes worked at the library.

Ericka who didn’t think she was better than him.

Proof that it was what was on the inside that counted, despite his improvements.

Ericka who even now looked stunning in her beige sweater. Who even after everything still caused his breath to catch in his throat, his heart to beat a mile a minute. Oh what he wouldn’t have given to not be the one to find her. It couldn’t have gone any other way. It had to be him who confronted her. It had to be him who ended her life. It has to be me. I deserve it. So does she. And now she was creeping into his life again. Annaliese between them, no one else to be seen. She hadn’t seen him yet. It would be quick.

She doesn’t deserve quick.

‘Ericka!’ he shouted.

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September 17th, 2010, 10:15 pm #10

"Ericka!"

She turned quickly to face the person who called her name, shrinking back away from him slightly, it was a boy who she didn't recognize...

...

No... wait... maybe he did look a little familiar... but where had she...?

...

The Library! Of course! Even at her least social she had to talk to a lot of people at the library, if someone recognized her it was probably from there.

That's right! This boy had often come to the school's library awhile back, then he more-or-less stopped coming. His name was... Freddy? No. Frankie? Yes! That was it! Frankie!

Ericka's inner self, the small voice that everyone has inside their heads, her consciousness, whatever you call it was crying out to Ericka that something was wrong. Although Ericka believed it, she couldn't just bolt, that could cause more problems then it solved.

She tightened her grip on her gun and spoke hesitantly, " ...H-hey, uh, Frankie..." she stammered. "I-is something wrong... other than the obvious, of course..." at the mention of 'the obvious' she loosened her grip on her gun just a moment, bringing her left hand up to touch the collar around her neck before returning it to the grip of her weapon. "I just can't b-believe we're... you know... here..."

You shouldn't have done that... You know you shouldn't have done that, Ericka... Something isn't right here. You'd be safer somewhere else, alone.
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G063 - Bradley, Ericka

Current Location: In Transit

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Status: Paranoid


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