((OOC: Got the go-ahead to post before Waffles. I might as well make this slightly short.))
((continued from Lithium Flower
"10/31/1967, PFC Herman Clemets won his first arm-wrestling tournament, scoring a massive upset over SSgt Westmore, the unbeaten champ. Just in time for us to get out of this hellhole, too!"
If one were to look at the side of the door when entering the Storehouse, most likely they would notice the graffiti sprawled across the wall in bright green. To the normal human, they would only see the writing and notice that the place they were in not only used to be an army base (if they were so blind as to not figure this out beforehand), but that it has been more than forty years since that someone had to live on the island itself. This was simple and common critical thinking at play, and most people would be able to figure such a thing out in a heartbeat.
Dominica Shapiro (Female Student no. 28) was not one of these people. In fact, not only did she already gather these facts, but the graffiti seemed to prove something to her that she really didn't wish to believe. It was a far fetched observation in the least and she really hoped it wasn't true, but the more and more she thought about it inside of her head, the less and less impossible it became. She whispered to herself, "No... that's very strange. That couldn't be possible, but I can't just cast it aside... The reasons to do such a thing is... is... understandable, although a little desperate... but I just can't believe it..."
But now was not the time to hesitate. Now was the time to act.
Dominica had set herself on playing the game and not to sympathize with anyone, but from what she could gather from the beheaded body of a boy whom she couldn't identify, things were getting very lethal indeed. Her stomach churned violently again, and the feeling of vomiting all over the ground was rising up, but she tried to hold that all back. After the sin of grave robbing she just did, she needed some good karma to counter all the bad. She was a so-called "player" in the minds of the onlookers out there, but she was still human. She wouldn't let whomever did this get away with it.
Then she noticed who the two boys specifically were: Sean O'Cann and... Gabriel Theobaldt, a boy who looked like a player from the moment they landed. Dominica raised an eyebrow. No doubt HE
was the one who beheaded the unlucky body sprawled on the ground. This made Dominica grin just a little as she watched Gabriel lunge at the homosexual boy. The cackle she sent out would have made any witch in existence feel uncomfortable.
"Oh. HE'S GOT A LOT MORE THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT
other than you kissing him..."
She raised her newly-acquired speargun upwards, straight at the giant's head. She released the safety with ease, due to her expertise in the field of ammunition.
"... especially when he's got a gun that could literally separate his head from his spine pointed at him ."
She laughed rather loudly, giving another cackle as her aim did not stray one bit from Gabriel. "Come now Theobaldt, don't you have any humanity left inside of your cold and cobweb-infested heart? Praying on innocent people, like a vampire... except they seemed to feel the slightest bit of emotion, whereas you have nothing of the sort. That's the only explanation of why you would go and chop someone's head off for little to no reason other than bloodlust."
Why was she being so forward, and so confident? It was simple: Dominica was far from both Gabriel and Sean, but close enough to still have a fairly good shot at either of them. This means that she would be able to shoot and the chances of hitting were very high, but Gabriel wouldn't get the chance to decapitate her neither. She was in the perfect position, and this filled her with the confidence to press her luck.
"Going after young, metrosexual boys Theobaldt? I am so disturbed, disgusted even. I never knew you were that kind of person, who goes after innocent virgin boys and rip them apart. It makes me sick to my stomach to think of all the other nasty, vulgar things you could have done to them that Mr. Danya will never bothered to tell us about. Since I believe that O'Cann doesn't deserve the beheaded treatment that you were oh-so glad to give to this unlucky fellow on the ground... I think it might be best if you just let the boy go, and leave it at that. Don't want one more causality to add to this blood orgy..."
She rapped her fingers on the gun, her pointing finger wrapped around the trigger. "Oh, and don't try to get out of this like MacGyver, less you want a hole in the place where your Adam's Apple used to be."