Lies, lies, lies

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Joined: February 18th, 2009, 7:01 am

August 3rd, 2011, 6:09 am #1

((Aaron Hughes continued from Altering the Deal))

The time was coming. They were in the residential area, in an abandoned house. Aaron had collected an assortment of random objects as they went, all things that looked like they could be used for something. It didn't matter that he had no true escape plan, no grand device. All that mattered was that they keep chasing one elusive thing after another. Soon, they'd get to the medicine, the drugs. Aaron was going to frame that one carefully, pass it off as making sure nobody else was lost. He'd play off the casualties they'd already experienced.

Really, he was hoping for some heavy sedatives, or, better yet, something nice and lethal. He'd have to get rid of Aileen and Charlie at some point, and it would be better if they weren't putting up a fight. The night before the finals might be a good time. He'd just have to find some excuse. Maybe get Aileen to do it. Act like he wasn't worried, they'd all be fine, and trust her contrary nature to get her to insist they take care of their wounds. Then it was just a matter of making sure the right drugs went to the right people.

That was getting way ahead of himself, though. For now, he was about to have to mitigate damage. The announcements were coming. He was going to have to explain.

The voice that greeted him was a surprise. It wasn't Danya's. He didn't know what to make of that. Presumably, Danya was either personally involved in the attempt to deal with the rescue, or he'd been evacuated to a safer location to deal with the compromised security. Whatever the case, this meant that the terrorists would be off balance. If he'd still been planning to get out, this would have meant something, perhaps.

As it was, Aaron tried to harness his confusion, to channel and repurpose it towards other ends. He was going to have to be confused and upset here. That would be what Aileen and Charlie wanted. He'd act for them, just like he'd been doing. Just as soon as it was announced. It'd be any second. Any second.

There. The list of names. And on it, Bounce. That was a shock. It meant they'd definitely gotten away, though. Bounce was too smart to fall for something that wouldn't work. She'd dragged Alice along too, no doubt, given the proximity of their names. That was good. Aaron was glad to hear that some of his few friends had survived, despite his feelings towards their behavior on the island. In fact, a large portion of the competition had just been removed form play in one fell swoop. Good.

He was trying to distract himself from those niggling little doubts. He'd had a chance to leave, but he couldn't have taken it. It would have killed him. Yes, this was best. He hadn't messed up. It was all according to the plan.

"Fuck." Aaron slammed his palm down on his leg as the announcement ended. "There was nobody there. I went there, and I didn't see anyone."

He ran his hands through his hair, yanked on it lightly, twisted it. A little pain was good. It'd make his affected voice sound less artificial. Things might be getting really bad here. It was a good thing he had the only gun in the group. Aileen was threat number one, with that hammer. Charlie was the more peaceful of the two. She was a secondary concern if it all went sour.

"I... fuck. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't see anyone, and... they're all dead. Bounce and Alice and... fuck."

Good. That was the way to play this. He was to be pitied. They'd see he was sorry, buy his feigned contrition, and then they'd move on. They'd comfort him for the loss of his friends. Maybe he'd pretend to let Aileen lead for a while. That would go a long way towards placating the girls, and would also explain their total lack of progress towards escaping. It didn't matter how much time they wasted, not now. All that mattered was that Aaron survived it.

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August 4th, 2011, 2:11 am #2

(Charlie DuClare continued from Altering the Deal)

Well it'd be nice to put a hand on his shoulder and make a sad face and say Hey man, I know how you feel, but she didn't, she didn't, she was alive and well and she was everything electric, she was letting the grin spread wider, wider, cause when you told her They're all dead she told you,

“Hey, no, no no, you don't know that! We don't know anyone's dead cause-” and here she had to stop for a second, “- cause think about it! If it'd worked, what'd they be saying? They'd be saying the exact same thing as now.”

Lest you think this was some amazing momentary insight, remember it's not. Remember she had two or three eternities to mull this over while the announcement played, and then another for good measure while Aaron clawed at his hair and spoke in his weepiest voice. She had time, she had time.

“It's okay. It's okay, it's real. It worked.” And here she actually put a hand on his shoulder, cause dude was about to write a poem and put it on his livejournal if someone didn't cheer him up soon, “You wanna know why there's this other douchebag reading the announcements? Cause Danya's just gotten his ass kicked by the CIA or whoever it was, and now he's losing his shit and he's too mad to string a sentence together.”

Play that image in your head, ten times twenty times a hundred. Wonder for a second if it'll ever stop being funny.

“And hey... I get what happened at the beach, don't worry about it. You saw the boats, you thought it was too risky for us, you chickened out...” As if compensating for a certain unnecessary risk he'd taken earlier. “Dude, whatever. You're a pussy, but it's okay. I forgive you.”

So there it was.

She saw that he'd been lying. And it didn't end the world.

Didn't even make her skip a beat as she was practically dancing, whirling in her head and jumping so high, pirouette and arabesque and don't give a single fuck about what he said and what he tried to tell you, because he's just some scared boy who doesn't know any better and never will.

And here he was on the verge of tears and here she was gliding along smiling shining weighing nothing at all. And you try and say he took her hope away.

“Hey, come on, let's go.” Grabbing his wrist and nudging in the right direction. “Rescue might still be going on, they might be coming back, they might need help, I don't even know. But I'm going, and you're coming with.”

And Aileen?

“And Aileen, oh my God, you too, I- fuck, I don't know why we didn't just listen to you in the first place, it was- yeah, you're way smarter than me, and you're pretty cool and- let's get you rescued, yeah? We going.”

And she sprang towards her rescue and all things alive and beautiful and glimmering with wonder marched behind her.

(Charlie DuClare continued elsewhere)

Joined: July 27th, 2009, 7:44 pm

August 7th, 2011, 1:11 pm #3

((Aileen Borden continued from Altering The Deal. Mild GMing of Aaron approved))

So here they were. No one was swarming yet.

Which was good. Aileen didn't want to deal with any more psychos running in and asking about shit like whatever it was. She didn't want to recognize any more faces, either, and realize that one day that person was going to die.

But then the announcement came on. But the voice wasn't the same obnoxious voice she had grown familiar with. It sounded... different. More official and serious, she guessed. Someone else was doing it. But why? Danya was "taking a break", apparently. But it meant something was up.

As the voice went on, it revealed that Fiametta and Charlene were dead. She had only known Fiametta from the rumors, that she was a promiscuous sort. And Charlene, she knew, was a member of the "in crowd". It also revealed that Nick Reid had been killed. That was... Tom's murderer, wasn't it?

And then the big whammy.

"Next up... well kids, let's just say that this next part is why you don't try and escape the island, alright? The following individuals were killed trying to make a break for it."

Cue reading off of names. Aileen only sat in horror, her eyes widening. Did this mean... the boats were... oh... oh shit. And to make matters worse?

"-rah Tan, Bridget Connolly, Sarah Xu, Bren-"

Sarah. Sarah Xu had tried to make a run for it. She wasn't in any way held back from jumping on the boat, at least, from what she could tell (she could remember something about her dating Reika's sister, so at the very least that was the main thing that would prevent her depending on the circumstances, but beyond that...). But she was on the boats, and either something happened on the boats or the terrorists were claiming everyone was dead so that things wouldn't get out of control.

Either way, it didn't look good. They were now cracking down on things, and Sarah may or may not be alive. That didn't paint a pretty picture.

But most importantly of all... they missed their chance. If everyone on those boats were still alive, then they could have missed their only chance of making it home safely. Aileen would give up anything to just make it home. Presumably Aaron and DuClare would, too.

Aaron started fidgeting, saying that he was sorry about everything. He'd also lost people. Alice and... oh god, that Bounce girl too? Jesus christ almighty. But most importantly, it was his fault. It was his fault that they were still here. He had chickened out at the last minute, and didn't notice the boats or missed them or something. His actions were why they were still here. She wasn't sure if he even acknowledged that entirely.

Aileen stared at the ground, her hands clenching and relaxing like a heartbeat. It... it wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair. Aileen figured it out a long time ago. But now? Now? It was beyond unfair. She guessed that maybe it was hopeless after all. Maybe.

But DuClare, on the other hand, had an idea, and Aileen lifted her head back up. She believed that there was a chance the boats would return, and that they still had their chance. She even tried to drag Aaron along. And even drag her along. She felt like they deserved to live and find the boats some day. Maybe she was right, maybe they still had their chance.

But she ran out. And in any case, they had to run after her. Aileen stood up, grabbed her things, and quickly headed towards the exit.

"Aaron, c'mon. Let's go after her."

Aaron had started to say something, but Aileen cut him off.

"Now. It's your fault we're still here, at least you can make sure she's fucking safe, got it?"

And quickly the two teens ran out after DuClare.

Maybe there was a chance after all. She hoped. Maybe Aileen was being too optimistic again, despite supposedly being the cynical one. It seemed to be happening a lot lately.

((Aileen Borden and Aaron Hughes continued in Failing to Reappear))

Coming to a V7 near you.
Bree Jones- "I'm not exaggerating when I say that my fish are smarter."
Roxanne "Roxie" Borowski- "Next video? Oh man, tons of ideas, dude. Lemme get the makeup for that."
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In Loving Memory Of Those Killed In The 2008 SOTF
Carol Burke- Female Student #015- A good friend.
Remy Kim- Male Student #080- Yet another victim of the system.
Aileen Borden- Female Student #022- It's going to be okay.

In Loving Memory Of Those Killed In The 2012 SOTF
Alexandria "Alex" Ripley- Female Student #002- Sometimes your life is meant to be a warning to others.
Lana Torres- Female Student #039- Technically, she died happy.
Miranda Millers- Female Student #019- Doomed by self-fulfilling prophecy.

In Loving Memory of Those Killed in the 2015 SOTF
Jennifer Wallace- Female Student #055- Good night, and good luck.
Junko Kurosawa- Female Student #041- Experienced a thrill to die for.
Emma Luz- Female Student #022- Sweet dreams.

Anna Chase- Female Student #010- And then she lived happily ever after.
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For v6, I have come to a decision. To help lessen character pimping, I have vowed not to talk about my characters, any characters closely related to mine, or any threads I've been involved in, in any of the following places:

- Chat
- General Discussion thread
- TV Tropes
- Random Thoughts
- Anything else I missed

I am not allowing myself to talk about anything relating to my characters or scenes I'm in unless they are brought up in conversation by another handler. I am not allowed to use my characters' names OOC or mention anything relating to that character until another handler mentions them. This is not currently in effect for pre-game; these self-imposed rules do not apply until v6 starts. However, they will be in effect the second v6 is announced. When one of my characters die, escape, or are otherwise removed from the game, these rules are lifted for that character, and I am free to talk about that character as much as I want. However, the others will have to wait until they too are out of the game.

This is a personal promise I'm keeping to myself for v6. If I break it, please feel free to bitch me out.


Addendum as of v6: I may ask for critiques while a character's arc is ongoing, as long as someone has offered to do so.
Let's show that private threads aren't necessary! I pledge not to start any private threads on island in V6. If I started a thread, you are welcome to join it.