Leading from the supply depot to the utilities compound and staff housing block the slopes are just that, steep natural slopes. Originally kept well-maintained with paths and tracks for staff members and vehicles to traverse, the combination of nature and time has slowly reclaimed the slopes, turning them into a mismatch of rocky outcrops with grasses and shrubs as well as the occasional patch of moss or fern due to the process of succession. Never easy to traverse normally, the slopes historically caused many ankle sprains or cuts due to people tripping and falling even with paths present. Now that they've been overtaken by pioneer plant species the slopes have become even more treacherous and a fall could lead to serious injury.
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September 4th, 2016, 11:09 pm #11

Groggy. The world was spinning, and her breath was harsh in her chest (she'd hit her solar plexus on an awkward ledge, knocking the wind from her in one fell swoop). She groaned, struggled to rise to her feet, found it was more trouble than it was worth. She slumped back to the ground, felt her neck aching where the collar on her neck had been pulled taut and tight. God, what a fall. Or what a jump. Or what a-

Even she wasn't sure. Had she leaned into the fall? Or not? Had she jumped?

"You alright?"

Tentative voice. Female. Tara turned her head slightly, and the muscles of her neck ached. Punky girl with gorgeous piercings, fellow theater geek, but somehow their schedules never quite linked up. Always working backstage at different times, working make-up at different times, performing...

Well. Hazel, she thought. She was kinda hot.

There was a lanky skeleton of a man looming behind her, slightly blurry. Hazel didn't seem concerned, so either he was real stealthy or they were friendly. Probably the latter, since she'd seen two figures on her way down.

"Nah," Tara grunted, her voice rasping from her lips. "Wouldn't it-" She coughed, struggling to form words in her rough throat. "Wouldn't it be weird if I was?"
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September 15th, 2016, 12:05 am #12

Hazel nodded at Jordan’s suggestion they go and help the new arrival. It made her smile, just a little; he was someone whose first reaction at seeing someone in danger wasn’t to run away, but to instead offer aid. She was glad she’d encountered him first, and not someone more volatile or skittish. She jogged lightly towards the newcomer, grateful for the traction her Nikes provided and happy for her newfound habit of forgoing less practical footwear.

“True.” Hazel couldn’t help but smirk at T’s reply. It was a redundant question, but one habit had drilled into her over the years. The amount of times she’d approached fellow students after berating their bullies and asked them the very same thing escaped her. “But you did take quite a tumble from the looks of things. Sure you’re not bruised or anything?”

She noticed Jordan had fallen behind her – possibly out of apprehension, possibly out of wanting her to take the lead. Regardless, she took a step back to give him a reassuring rub on the arm, just to let him know she was there for him.

“Have you seen anybody else? You’re the first person Jordan and I’ve both encountered aside from each other.”
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September 17th, 2016, 5:14 pm #13

Hazel was way too fast.

Sure she was a runner, but did she really need to go that fast?

Jordan could only follow along at his own walking pace, only catching up with her several seconds after she stopped near the girl who had fallen down the slope.

The girl's face was familiar enough for him to know that he should recognise her from somewhere, but he didn't. He couldn't. Was she a senior? There were too few people in school he really knew.

She didn't exactly look like she was fine either. It didn't look like she was seriously injured, but the slope was steep and she'd fallen quite a distance. At least her comments proved that she was conscious, even if he couldn't empathise with her sense of humour.

Hazel seemed to sense his discomfort, turning back to give him a rub on his arm. Jordan was surprised at the unexpected touch, feeling blood rushing to his cheeks, and all he could think about was how much of a stereotypical teenager he was being. It was just a touch after all. It was just a friendly gesture. There was no reason for him to be reacting like this at all.

He turned his attention back towards the other girl instead, hoping that carrying on like nothing was wrong would make it right.

"Was it-" he paused for a second, struggling to make coherent sense of his thoughts. "Did someone do this to you?"
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September 17th, 2016, 7:58 pm #14

((G064: LESLIE PRICE. START!))

At first, Leslie could've believed that she was dreaming.

Everything was murky. Everything was vague. Her mind wasn't really getting it together. Just meandering between half-formed whispers of thought, like in dreams. Her body was a non-object. Numb. Non-existent. She paid it practically no mind, save for the feeling of a breeze flowing over her face and forearms. The non-sensations and murkiness were something that she'd come to expect out of dreams. They were fairly disjointed and bizarre experiences. Again: she could've believed she was dreaming. But 'could've' was the operative word there. In truth, she already understood all too well the reality of the situation.

Leslie could have been content to remain in that state forever and forget all about what she'd been through mere moments ago. But that wasn't to be. Opening her eyes, she first saw the gray, cloud-mottled sky. Sitting up, the rhythmic ocean in the distance. The shore and all the ground in front of her was very steep and sloping. She rested on a sort of break or limb in the slopes, near the top. Judging by the weather, this place was probably not too far from the Falklands. Standing up, she noticed that duffel bag. It had been placed just above where she had been a moments ago. Unassuming lettering on each sideways face of the bag marked it as G064. Her new identity, the alphanumeric string the terrorists had given her to be identified by. Her thoughts finally started to come together-

She'd been sitting toward the rear of... wherever it was that the terrorists had conducted their disgusting little briefing. Between the heads of the other students and her own unwillingness to watch, she didn't have much visual memory of it. But she got the gist, and that was already almost too much to bear. She'd just seen Graham die. Well, not exactly. She didn't see the gun being pointed at his nape and the trigger being pulled, but her ears picked up the all-consuming BANG. Next thing, Graham was slumped in the chair--
--and the spotlight on him turned out. She didn't see any graphic detail, thank God. Knowing he was dead was painful enough. As much as she may have groaned and cringed at his weak, faltering attempts at being witty and humorous, he didn't deserve to be executed. Not by any stretch whatsoever.

And yet, even as she opened the bag and tried to reassure herself of that, the words felt strangely hollow. As a matter of fact, she wasn't even experiencing much emotion. Her mind felt, well, empty. Or drained somehow. Was it because of her amygdala being overloaded, or fatigue, or maybe even because there wasn't all that much to feel? She and her classmates would die, yes. Their futures would be eliminated, yes. Their families and the entire nation, no, world would be shocked and grieving, yes. What was left to say after that? It didn't seem like anything was, as disturbing as that seemed. Rifling through the bag, she uncovered bars and rations and water and map and some other stuff. Her assigned weapon. A whistle.

A.. fucking.. whistle.

Sure. Go up against loaded guns and swords and axes and whateverthehell everyone else had been issued with a fucking whistle. Just great. Perfect. She was practically guaranteed to make it through this goddamn shithole now. Just call it already, man. Leslie for winner. Fuck. Closing the bag awkwardly, Leslie saw the climb up ahead. A lone dirt road broke up the steepness. Dangerous. But just shallow enough..

Pack slung over the shoulder, she made her way up the slope cautiously, every step feeling wobbly and precarious. At least she'd found something to actually feel so she didn't have to feel like a robot all the way to her death. She made it past the small dirt road, which looked so absurdly dangerous and weathered she had to wonder whether it was actually a vehicle path. Seriously, it looked worse than some of the ones from Ice Road Truckers or whatever.

She reached the crest of the hill and crouched. Looking down this side of the crest.. nice view of the island, actually. Some buildings and a cellphone tower-looking construction to the left, a huge bridge and big manor house to the front. A dock or shipyard below. Big, squat edifice with a heliport to the right. Wait, stop, there was movement down the side of the hill. There were some folks down there, running around. One of them looked injured. And with them was one of those stuck-up Korean bitches. Bet she was changing her tune now.

Leslie set aside that particular memory, went over the hill and started carefully winding her way down the opposite side. Company was company, and she figured there was a chance of getting something useful from interacting with them.
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Before the Game: Discovery.
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Health Status: Full
Morality: Innocent

Girl #64: Leslie Price "I don't go to the book club, prick. Now fuck off."
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Before the Game: Intimidation.
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September 18th, 2016, 6:03 pm #15

[Exiting now.]

Tara closed her eyes for a moment and let her awareness trickle over her body, parsing through the general sense of aches and pains. Worst seemed to her left arm and her neck where the patch of ivy had caught her. Probably why her voice sounded so raspy.

"Yeah," she said. "Bit bruised." She propped herself up on her elbows, felt a wash of pain and nausea and letit engulf her, relished it, used it to focus herself, anchor her mind as she pushed herself back to proper consciousness. She rose to her feet next. Hazel and the boy behind her seemed decent, but she wasn't gonna risk it. She'd seen more of SotF than she'd been shown. She knew that trust, full trust, was not something she could really allow herself.

She swayed unsteadily on her feet. She forced herself to stand still, even if it hurt worse.

"Okay enough, though," she said.

She glanced towards the tall man in the back when he spoke. "Nah," she said. "I-"

Slipped fell jumped rolled I wanted this I needed this

"-slipped," she said aloud. Then Hazel spoke again. "Yeah," she said. "Alex and Lizzie. Both seem pretty..." Her mouth flickered. "Not alright." She shrugged, looked between them. "I don't know you," she said to the tall man. "I'm Tara."

Movement on the hills. She raised her eyes and saw a figure moving towards them. Her hands reached reflexively for her bag only to find it was no longer on her shoulder. Her eyes flickered back to the slopes, where she saw it clinging to a piece of scrub brush a little ways up.

"Head's up," she said, jerking her head up towards the person on the hill.

Getting too crowded. Too many people. Hazel was fine. Her tall friend, okay. But this stranger? No chance.

She darted forwards as her bruises and throat ached. She grabbed her bag, and flung it over one shoulder. She shot uncertain eyes at the two who'd come to her. "Thanks for helping me," she said. "Good luck."

She took off, slowly at first as her aching body protested. Then she was off and running again, her parched throat aching, her body hurting, her mind wild. Her eyes flickered to her feet.

Jumped? Or fell?

(Tara Behzad continued in St. Patrick's Purgatory)
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Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
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G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : "G-gotta...trust people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
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B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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September 29th, 2016, 5:17 pm #16

((Skipping Hazel with permission))

His face was still red.

There was something he should be doing right now. He could be helping the girl up, checking for a first aid kit, doing anything apart from just standing there and watching her struggle to stand, his hand rubbing against the spot on his arm where he had been touched.

He barely registered the girl introducing herself, leaving an awkward pause before he made his own introduction.

"Um, I'm Jordan," he said. “Nice to meet you.”

I guess, his thoughts continued.

It probably wasn’t their first meeting after all. He was pretty sure he knew her from somewhere. Her name was familiar. He should have known her. From class? Theater? He couldn't remember. He should have been able to remember. There weren't that many people in school. But how many of them did he really know very well? Too many faces that he couldn't put a name to, too many names he couldn't put a face to.

Wait a minute. Time to back up a second. Had he heard her right? That was something a little more important than trying to remember who Tara was.

"Sorry, what did you mean by not alright?”

But the question was already dead when he even finished articulating it. Tara was already running off, and the figure at the top of the slopes seemed to be the reason for that. She’d even thanked them for helping her as she grabbed her bag, but Jordan could only feel as if they had done nothing to help her at all.

He had half a mind to follow, but there was no way he could catch up. But that seemed like it was too much effort to get the answer to his question. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"That was..." he turned back in Hazel's rough direction, "Weird."

The figure that Tara had pointed out was making their way down the slopes towards them. They didn’t look armed, but it still paid to be wary.

“I’m not sure if we should stay here either. Wanna go?”

His eyes made fleeting eye contact with Hazel, but he turned away immediately.
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October 4th, 2016, 5:31 pm #17

(AHAAHAHAHA)

Hazel looked back at Jordan quizzically and back to Tara. She thought that more people, calm people, would have been better. It wasn't something she wanted to press, though. Hazel had Jordan at least and if Tara wanted to leave, she could. At least she seemed unhurt and wasn't in need of any additional assistance.

"Sure, good luck to you too" she called out after Tara.

Hazel sighed, letting the nerves out of her system. Taking a big breath was an old trick for stage fright. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled.

"It could have gone worse, I think?" she added.

Jordan made a move to go. Hazel took one last look around, and then noticed he'd already gone to leave. She took hold of the strap of her bag and nodded, following after him with a short hop to catch up.

((Hazel continued in We're Here Because We're Here))

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- Today at 8:38 PM
imagine this happening in life
and you pissed off a cop and he made you live with some incontinent sodafreak

05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not kill a policeman
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not steal his helmet
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not defecate in his helmet and mail it to his grieving family.
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not steal it again

17:06 Ruggawork An orison is a prayer
17:07 trash i don't know why i thought it was a bird
17:07 trash who looks at random ass words and thinks "huh what does that mean? whatever it's probably a bird"

14:11 Kalopsia I HEARD FURRIES AND I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD.
14:11 Imehal Lovely.
14:11 Imehal Read that again.

20:16Outfoxd I SAID I'M TAKIN IT BACK FROM THE SALTINE ESTABLISHMENT
20:16Meeemz Half the drag queens on Drag Race would beg to differ.
20:16Outfoxd EVERYONE KNOWS ALL DANCE CAME FROM AFRICA
20:17Outfoxd YOU CRACKAS NEED TO PUT SOME CHEESE ON YOSELF AND GO SIT ON A SNACK TRAY SOMEWHERE

21:07craft i
21:07craft am a fan of blowjbs.
21:07craft nods sagely
21:07Rugga ?
21:07Rugga Does that mean you get a lot of them or give a lot?
21:07craft yes
21:07craft wait
21:07Rugga ....



22:31Mimi THATS WHAT I THPGUTH
22:31Mimi THOUGHTU
22:31mudkip MIMI'S TURN
22:31Ruggahissy Thougt
22:31Ruggahissy THOUGHT
22:31Mimi HOUGHT
22:31Ruggahissy We got it
22:31Mimi THOUGHT
22:31Ruggahissy WE GOT IT
22:31Mimi we did good
22:32Mimi we're a good team

22:46 Meeemz I love dicks, though
22:46 Meeemz er
22:46 Rugga Sig quote
22:46 NaftUm
22:46 Meeemz dicky characters
22:46 Meeemz GOD NO

19:45 BikrikiI am pretty sure we can built a bridge to jerking off

00:11 Mimi DOESN'T FOAM BREAK EASILY
00:11 Ruggahissy Not if you wrap it in duct tape
00:11 MurderWeasel There's a fiberglass core.
00:12 MurderWeasel And the foam is some special sort you buy directly from another dimension using souls as currency or something.
00:12 Ruggahissy.........

14:42 Bikriki JA! Stick it in ze boot!
14:43 Rugga I LOVE THIS KID
14:43 Bikriki adds that to list of sexual euphemisms
14:43 Skyler_Phone You have a list?
14:43 Bikriki <.<
14:43 Bikriki >.>
14:43 Bikriki No...

Victoria says:
Oh wait, I totally forgot to tell you last night because I was busy whoring
Mimi says:
STORY
OF
MY
LIFE

16:42 KamiKaze I've always wondered what using a fleshlight feels like.
16:42 KamiKaze Too bad I'm not special because God didn't give me a penis. ):

17:46 Dom LET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART, NOT YOUR VAGOO

Ruggahissy this dress makes me feel like I should be having tea with the mad hatter. Not getting felt up by drunk Germans
Dom don't let them go down the rab-
Ruggahissy BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dom SO WORTH IT

09:51 Vicky We did a good job, didn't we, Meemz?
09:51 Mimi not really, no

03:19 GeneralGoose*BUT HE'S GONNA THINK IT'S A SPOON. OR MY PENIS. WHICH IT ISN'T*

23:15 Cluevara ICE CREAM MAKES YOU FAT YOU LARDY LARD BUTT.


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Paris Ardennes : Scheming holy man

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October 8th, 2016, 6:26 am #18

The wounded girl saw Leslie, pointed her out, then ran. The boy and Korean Bitch saw, then they ran too after a few moments.

So much for interaction. Leslie was barely halfway toward them from the crest; the terrain was insanely treacherous. She had no chance of catching up at her careful pace. She was athletic enough to be able to practically leap and bound through here. But that would court a fall. Maybe a lethal one. But the question still lingered in her mind: where to go?

This state of near-numbness felt paralyzing to her. Why head anywhere in particular? The odds of students being in any place were about equal at this early stage of the game, so everywhere had about the same level of risk. The group that she'd just startled into fleeing probably wouldn't take so kindly to her presence. Especially not the Korean Bitch.

All of that meant it came down to which part of the island looked best from here. The asylum itself, as well as everything on the... East side of the island, judging by the map, required her to either cross the very precarious-looking suspension bridge connecting it to the Western compound, or move through the port complex to the South and up through the chapel.

In the end, Leslie didn't reach her decision to go to the Eastern bridge completely rationally. The southern port seemed foreboding somehow. Like it would be a mistake to enter the place. She couldn't help but feel as though it was trouble. Visually, the staff buildings due north didn't look much better. But words like 'bar' and 'gym' and 'dormitory' made them seem more inviting mentally. Maybe the terrorists had even felt merciful this time and left some utilities and amenities in place on this island.

And beside, she just didn't want to stay put; the terrorists would almost certainly declare the area a permanent dangerzone eventually, and she didn't want to just spend the following days just meandering aimlessly around on these slopes exposed to the elements. So she committed to walking.

And she walked.

((Leslie Price continued elsewhere!))
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Starting Weapon: Adrenaline Needle
Before the Game: Discovery.
The Game: Anger. Fear. Flight. Collection.
Health Status: Full
Morality: Innocent

Girl #64: Leslie Price "I don't go to the book club, prick. Now fuck off."
Starting Weapon: Whistle
Before the Game: Intimidation.
The Game: Apathy. Serenity. Hate. Sight. Pursuit. Error.
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October 8th, 2016, 2:38 pm #19

Hazel was following behind him. It was weird how normal everything had felt, even though they were on this island. Perhaps it was the weird veneer of normalcy in their conversations, even when Tara had fallen down the slopes. It barely felt different from talking to people at school.

The person up there had ruined that illusion though, a reminder of the potential dangers of the island, even if it was by scaring Tara off.

Maybe they were friendly, maybe they were not. But, it wasn't worth the risk. If Tara didn't want to stick around, he shouldn't either.

But what if they were just be looking for a friend. What if they were just lost or confused or scared.

He pushed his already tired legs harder, hoping that he would leave these thoughts behind.

((Jordan Green continued elsewhere))

"I have the heart of a young boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk" -- Stephen King
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Island 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-END
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