Theseus
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Joined: September 22nd, 2006, 8:53 pm

August 24th, 2008, 2:59 am #11

Rick watched as Jim started to get to work with the bodies, and he joined in. Pulling at Josh's feet he brought him to where the cliff dropped off to the lower section, which then lead to the water down below. Rick thought for a moment, then decided that it wasn't that far out length wise, and he would be able to toss Josh over without having to move to the lower level of the cliff.

Hoisting Josh over his shoulders, Rick held his breath, trying to not think about the blood that was staining his clothes. He didn't want to think about how he and Jim were now just grave diggers in a sense. Except they were just handling the bodies, the grave was already made. Rick made his way over to the edge, and using all his strength managed to throw Josh past the lower level, and he watched as Josh's body hit the water.

Josh's dead body seemed to float for a while, before being sucked away into the sea. Rick closed his eyes, praying that he wouldn't end up like him. Turning around, he saw Christian and Katherine.

Rick decided to take care of Christian first. The boy appeared to have died by a gunshot wound, and Rick hesitated before he picked him up to throw him to his grave. The smell was bad, though it had always been bad. The rain had helped to wash the bodies, though the closer he got, the more it smelled.

The smell of death. Something you read about in books, or heard about in movies, but nothing you could relate to. It was nothing like he imagined.

You would have had to have smelled this eventually man...you were...are going to become a marine. Come on toughen up.

Rick hoisted Christian like he did Josh, and committed the same burial, tossing him into the endless sea.

Finally was Katherine Blanco. She was always a cute little girl, though she never really seemed interested in men or dating. Her neck was swollen, and Rick wondered what happened to her. He forgot how the announcements slated her off.

Finally, hoisting her up, he walked to the edge of the cliffs and sent her on her way. When he was done, he returned to the now empty area, streaked with blood and forever scarred by the events that had taken place.

Rick knelt down, feeling the rain press against him. He turned to see Jim was also done with his work.

"Poor kids. Those are our classmates. None of them deserve this."

Rick stood up, surveying the scene.

"We've been surviving for six days now. Six days yet there are still kids who can do this. Friends of ours who are dying by other friends of ours. Six days we've been surviving. I've done nothing to help anyone during those six days. I've been just surviving. What's that going to get us Jim? Another couple days before we end up like our fellow seniors who we just sent into the ocean?"

He could feel his gun pressing against his hip.

"There has to be something we can do. Some way we can help people survive. Some way we can stop people like Josh from killing."

Rick felt a hint of rage. Hatred towards those who could commit such acts. He had wanted to be a marine to serve his country. To protect those who cared and loved. To be the strong so the weak could have someone to look up to. How was he supposed to help people on an island gone crazy?
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Joined: May 28th, 2007, 12:31 pm

August 24th, 2008, 9:34 pm #12

((Dacey 'Dawson' Ashcroft continued from: What a day, what a day, what a day.))

Dacey hadn't been able to keep Herman safe all that long. Saving someone's life one moment, and watching them lose it the next. That was just how SotF went she supposed. It wasn't always physical prowess, sometimes it simply boiled down to luck and chance. Totally random.

Looking up from the ground (the jungle not being the easiest place to trek through at night) Dacey stopped dead in her tracks. She wasn't wearing her sunglasses at this point, because that would have been exceptionally stupid, and besides, even though her eyes were rather feminine, who would be able to look closely enough in the dark to make that out? As such, she saw, quite clearly silhouetted against the water below, two figures. They looked to be... dumping bodies?

Either that's very respectful or they're trying to avoid people seeing their handiwork. Which could it be?

If they were killers and they caught sight of Dacey she didn't stand much of a chance. Having superior stature wasn't a huge boon when you had an athletic rather than muscular physique - especially when you took into account that women generally weren't as strong as men. A size advantage would only come into play if they both didn't have good weapons and weren't very good fighters. What good would a butter knife do against a gun?

Dacey hesitated.

But what if they weren't killers? What if they were good guys just trying to make it out? Dacey would much rather be with other people - especially if they were well-armed, than trying to make her way around the island solo.

Given the position of the pair - lower than her, although she would stand out against the skyline, if she needed to, she would be able to get well away just by fleeing.

It was worth the risk.

"Hey," Dacey paused, then intentionally gruffed up her voice a little - she couldn't let it slip... not now. "It's Dawson Ashcroft. You ... playing?"

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13:59 Christian Be proud
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August 26th, 2008, 8:54 pm #13

Through the darkness came a rough voice. Dawson Ashcroft's voice to be exact. Though Rick knew nothing about Dawson except that he was rather new to Southridge High School. Rick glanced at Jim, then glanced towards the direction of the voice. It was hard to see, and Rick felt his hand tighten around his Desert Eagle. Rick couldn't remember Dawson's name being listed on the announcements but better safe than sorry.

"Yeah, this is Rick Holeman and Jim Middleton."

Rick looked around, seeing that if this was an attack, there was no running away. He had to hope that he and Jim had superior weapons. Or better yet that Dawson wasn't playing.

"It's dark Dawson, where are you? Me and Jim aren't playing. We just got done..." Rick realized the absurdity of what he just did moments earlier. Him and Jim were putting to rest dead bodies. How could you tell someone that? Would Dawson believe Rick or think he was crazy?

"We were burying some bodies in the water I guess."

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August 28th, 2008, 8:02 pm #14

"There has to be something we can do. Some way we can help people survive. Some way we can stop people like Josh from killing."

The same thought had been reverberating through Jim's mind as he was laying his fellow classmates to rest in the water below. He'd been pondering how the guys and girls he'd come to know in the past four years could be transformed into such detached killers, or just plain loonies like Josh Novikov seemed to have become. More importantly, like Rick, he'd been thinking about what he could do to prevent more people from winding up like Nigel or Galen.

After Jim had finished pilfering half of Josh's rations (he'd opted for the crackers instead of what was left of the bread, owing to Josh's pretty nasty looking infection), he stood up and turned to give Rick his full attention. He was right, none of their friends deserved this. Still, what could a prospective Marine and a band geek do to prevent anything?

Once he remembered Rick's ideal career, Jim's thoughts became not only a lot clearer, but a hell of a lot more depressing. Rick was probably willing to go to any lengths to help people survive. After all, it was in his job description. By proxy, if Jim stayed with him, they would both probably wind up dying here. But if surviving meant killing his friends off one by one, was it really worth it after all? What kind of life did he have to go back to if all the people he cared about were dead?

"To protect and serve...right?" Jim spoke up suddenly, trying in vain to break the awkward tension that had arisen since the two had disposed of their classmates' bodies. "What if we try to take out the other kids who are playing? If it gives everyone else a better chance, then it's probably worth it..." Even as he spoke the words, Jim found himself having a hard time believing them. What could he do? He was a band geek who just happened to have been given a gun; there was no way he could work as effectively as a trained person like Rick could. Still, if he couldn't save himself or the people he cared about, what else could he do? Killing the others and dying in vain were two options that Jim didn't even want to consider.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jim realized that another person had shown up. They'd probably been there the entire time he was speaking and he simply hadn't realized it. He turned to face Dawson, struggling to recognize him at all. He looked pretty lean for a guy, almost unhealthily so, but what bothered Jim more was that he didn't seem to remember him at all. Brushing it off as him being a new student, Jim spoke up in turn.

"We just didn't want anyone else to have to see them like that," he chimed in solemnly, waiting to se how 'Dawson' would react to the entire situation.
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G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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Joined: May 28th, 2007, 12:31 pm

August 29th, 2008, 12:27 pm #15

Burying bodies? The hell...

Dacey felt no shame in admitting that the names called back meant next to nothing to her. Outside of the soccer team she knew very few people well enough to even be on casual speaking terms with them. The first though - Rick Holeman, tweaked at her memory a little, and after a moment, Dacey recalled what little she knew about him. She liked watching Southridge's football team on play, and if she remembered correctly, Rick was on said team. Still, that was about all that came to mind regarding him, so it wasn't exactly a huge help to her.

After a moment's consideration, Dacey decided that the boys probably wouldn't be so open about what they were doing if their intent was malicious, and spoke up for a second time, maintaining the roughness of tone, which she was very much used to doing by now.

"I'm further uphill than you guys," 'Dawson' told Rick. She hesitated, then stood up and waved, knowing that from where they stood she would be standing out against the sky. After that, she sat down again, not wanting to make herself a target just in case the pair really were pulling some sort of trick. "Mind if I come down there?" she asked. "I'm feeling a little exposed up here,"

Of course, if they were playing, she'd be screwed, but you couldn't hide forever, and if they weren't, then hopefully they wouldn't mind somebody else in their group. Besides which, Dacey had managed to escape from one (heck, a group of) crazed killer already, she had confidence in her ability to do the same here.

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13:59 Gianni you are proud, not embarrassed
13:59 Christian Yes
13:59 Christian Be proud
13:59 Christian Do we not all strive to break a human soul?
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G062 - Becca Everett | was a damn superstar
G071 - Sunshine Cho Lee | trusted
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G014 - Yelizaveta 'Bounce' Volkova | Out of here | Gasoline
B060 - Brock Mason | Thump. Thump |
G029 - Kristina 'Kris' Hartmann | Put Down. | Drama Bombs [∞], M79 Grenade Launcher [x6 grenades]
G117 - Jessie Anderson | Still Smiling | Faith
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August 30th, 2008, 3:39 pm #16

"What if we try to take out the other kids who are playing? If it gives everyone else a better chance, then it's probably worth it..."

Rick didn't have time to think about that thought though. Dawson was the current situation, and Rick watched as the boy called out his position. Trying to peer through the darkness, Rick saw a shape stand up and wave, his body silhouetted against the night sky. Then the figure was back down, engulfed in the darkness once again.

Should Rick and Jim let Dawson come down? Everything was a risk in this game. Though Dawson's name hasn't been mentioned yet as a killer, and if the boy really did want Rick and Jim dead, there was nothing stopping him from coming down anyways. Rick looked down at the Desert Eagle which was now in his right hand, and wondered if he would have to pull the trigger again.

Looking at Jim, Rick said, "Paranoia will kill us quicker than the students. I think we need to let him come down. If anything happens...well....we already killed once."

Rick turned his attention back towards where Dawson was and shouted, "Yeah! You can come down, but I'm gonna warn you, I'm kinda jumpy right now, so anything suspicious and I might have to end up burying you too."

Rick wasn't sure why he said that. He wasn't a mean person, but he felt better when he felt like he could be in control of the situation. Anything to fool his mind that he wasn't in danger, that he was safe.
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August 31st, 2008, 8:00 pm #17

Nodding in acknowledgement to Rick's assessment of the situation, Jim tilted his head upwards in an attempt to get a closer look at Dawson. The attempt was in vain, since in the dark he was nearly impossible to make out. Even the moonlight hadn't illuminated the jagged formation of the cliffs well enough to give Jim a good vantage point, and deciding that it was also in their best interests to peacefully approach him, Jim took a few steps forward.

Rick then proceeded to make a very awkward outburst that almost sounded like an empty threat, and Jim felt it necessary to cover his tracks.

"Look, he's just edgy because we just got attacked. Trust me, we aren't gonna hurt you. Come on down!" A nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him to finish that Price is Right quote, but deciding against it he waited for Dawson's next move.
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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August 31st, 2008, 8:26 pm #18

You're quite the smooth talker Rick. Totally. You could be a politician with tact like that.

Dacey refrained from vocalising her initial sarcastic response to Rick's reply - and her secondary one too at that. Sure it might have been an attempted warning (well, Dacey hoped so) but it came across as a barely concealed threat. Still, they hadn't blown off her head yet, which she took to be a good sign, and decided that there was nothing else to do but take the plunge and head on down there.

Struggling a little to keep her balance on the slope but nevertheless making somewhat steady progress, Dacey made her way to where Rick and Jim were, down by the nearest point to the water. Every step she took she felt herself dreading the gunshot - her nerves screaming at her to turn back, her mind divided on whether this was an intelligent survival choice or huge folly.

No way of knowing. Face it, I'm probably going to die within the next few days anyway, it doesn't matter if it happens now or at the eleventh hour.

As Dacey approached she raised one fist into the air, the butter knife glinting slightly as she held it above her head, showing the two guys that she wasn't a threat - or at least, her weapon wasn't.

"Unless you guys are dairy produce," 'Dawson' said as 'he' came closer. "You don't have anything to fear from me."

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[+] spoiler
13:58 Gianni Oh come on you broke someone's heart
13:59 Gianni you are proud, not embarrassed
13:59 Christian Yes
13:59 Christian Be proud
13:59 Christian Do we not all strive to break a human soul?
[+] spoiler
Vincenzo/a 'Vinny' 'Enzo' Gatti | DO IT FOR THE VINE.
Toby 'Noodle' Andreasson | :|
[+] spoiler
G008 - Kammy So'oialo | wants a new script
G062 - Becca Everett | was a damn superstar
G071 - Sunshine Cho Lee | trusted
[+] spoiler
G026 - Rosalia Fiametta | Found it. | Walkie Talkies
G014 - Yelizaveta 'Bounce' Volkova | Out of here | Gasoline
B060 - Brock Mason | Thump. Thump |
G029 - Kristina 'Kris' Hartmann | Put Down. | Drama Bombs [∞], M79 Grenade Launcher [x6 grenades]
G117 - Jessie Anderson | Still Smiling | Faith
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September 1st, 2008, 3:59 pm #19

Rick watched as Dawson made his way down to him and Jim. Rick moved his finger from outside the trigger guard to inside, lightly resting on the trigger. As the figure made its way closer, Rick could make out Dawson's features through the early dawn. As the knife was held up in the air, and Dawson made his comment, Rick felt relieved. They didn't have another Josh on their hands. They were safe.

Moving his finger back outside the trigger guard Rick said, "Alright, that was one disaster averted."

Rick turned his attention to Jim. Something he had said earlier struck with him.

"You said something about killing the players..."

Rick tried to imagine that thought. He couldn't play the game himself. He wouldn't play the game. He was halfway to becoming a Marine. He was supposed to be overseas, in camo, carrying an assault rifle, hunting terrorists.

On this island though, you only had two options. Play the game or not. Those who didn't usually got picked over, beaten, killed. Those who played got away with it. Scott free. Who would stop them? Who would help the others? The one's who couldn't protect themselves?

Rick and Jim could find other groups. They could be with them, protect them. Though eventually, it would come to an end. They would die.

Could he he actually go out though and become a player himself? Though it would be a different type of player...

Though, if Rick, and Jim, maybe Dawson? If they were to go out...if they were to actually go out and hunt down players...that would mean condemning them all to death. Rick was not living in a fake world. He knew that by actively going out in harms way, you would die. Though he knew the risk of dying was great as a Marine didn't he? It's not like he was going to come home anyways. Might as well die saving others. Putting others to justice.

Though...still...that's a big decision. Something you can't just...make. Rick had went over classes and read up on the psychological disorder some troops get when they come home, or even over seas. Killing people is hard. Actively hunting people wasn't an easy thing. Not something anybody can do, not something that can be accomplished easily. That would take a toll on anyone's mind.

So was Rick willing to accept death to help others? It would mean traveling with just one or two people who were devoted to the cause. It would mean never joining a real group for long. It would mean confronting the most fearsome killers on the island.

"Jim...what if we did that? You know as well as I do that since we're not killing to win, we only have one choice. That choice is to try our best to survive until we die. What if we changed that choice. What if we tried to help others survive in another way. What if we went after those killers. Those bodies we just put to rest, they deserve to know their killers were put to justice. I don't want to sit around and wait to die. I want to do something. I want to help as many people as I can live."
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September 1st, 2008, 6:06 pm #20

"That's kinda what I was getting at..."

It was all Jim could manage. Rick had basically repeated everything Jim had suggested right back to him. Granted, Jim didn't mind. It was a daunting process to think about and it was probably racking Rick's brain. And what about this Dawson fellow? Would he be as keen on the idea of protecting their friends? As far as Jim knew Dawson had to be some kind of newer student, for he'd never seen him around before. Where did that leave him?

"I'm in, Rick. Dawson, we're going to go protect our friends. Come with us if you want," he directed, then snatched up his bag and tossed it over his shoulder. He once again withdrew the Taurus, clutching it tightly in his right hand. Jim and Rick had probably just sealed their own fates, yet somehow that knowledge didn't crush Jim as much as he thought it would. He'd managed to survive six days already and had seen some of the terrible things the island had done. He watched Anna get eviscerated right in front of him after all, and ever since he'd realized that he wasn't making it out of this game alive.

"Let's go," he spoke up after clearing his throat. The dawn was breaking now, and with it Jim sidled back up the cliff-face and into the dense cover of the jungle, scared to death.

(Jim Middleton continued in Kimmy, Kimmy, Candy Eater)
v4 Characters:

G23: Claire Lambert: Property of the Fabulous Mr. Toben

v3 Characters:

B65: Dorian Ibanescu: Coastline

Deceased:

B57 - Jeff Marontate: Cleaved
B120: Jim Middleton: Pummeled
G61: Anna Grout: Submitted
G62: Andrea Vanlandingham: Martyred
G39 Alexis Machina: Crushed
G23: Trish McCarroll: Defeated


natlei was sleeping in her bed when someone came thru her window "get away rapist" she said still half asleep and hit one of them in the head with her liucky frying pan then went back tyo bed them men the injected her with a sedative and carried her off
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