Time steals us all away one day, does it not?

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August 25th, 2016, 11:02 pm #1

((Asha Sur could have just as easily been screaming this entire time.))

Asha honestly hadn't expected Wayne to come along with her and Dorothy, but people always had the capacity to pleasantly surprise you. Maybe he'd open up a bit now that they were away from Mr. Machete, maybe he wouldn't. Either option was fine, so long as he was comfortable. Asha was all for creating a positive atmosphere for anyone, no matter how distrustful or twitchy. Some people were just easier to work with than others.

In any case, they were fine for now. It didn't matter whether their party consisted of three demons, or two demons and an exorcist. Either way, the numbers were on happiness's side. Asha had no real destination in mind, but she didn't think it'd be good for either Wayne or Dorothy to be in a confined area right now. Open skies lead to open minds, so she gave the old asylum a wide berth. She itched to go inside it, to explore what seemed the set of a horror movie transported into the real world, but that'd just be selfish at this point. Anyways, it was definitely haunted as shit, so it'd be much more worthwhile to start any sightseeing once the sun went down.

Eventually, they reached the fence that was the only thing separating them from falling and breaking on the rocks below. A poetic way to die, but not pleasant for anyone involved, so Asha was glad the fence was in good condition. The view was goddamn gorgeous, meaning it seemed as good a place as any to stop for a while. Blue seas and skies, easy on the eyes. She twirled around and leaned against the fence, facing Dorothy and Wayne. Time to lighten the mood a little. "Y'know, before, I would've killed for a chance to explore a cool deserted island like this. I guess this really is a once in a lifetime opportunity," Asha said with a quick laugh.
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Asha Sur: GIRL 018, armed with a TASER. "Let's all embrace nihilism and be nice!"
Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

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Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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August 26th, 2016, 1:39 am #2

((Wayne Cox continued from AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH))

"A view to kill for, huh." Wayne hooked his fingers through the diamond-shaped fence links and stared out to sea. "That's a bad turn of phrase if I've ever heard one."

It'd been a long walk. Nothing but small talk from him. One foot in front of the other. He'd considered ditching them more than a couple of times, especially when they ended up going north again, skirting far too close to the beach for his liking. He wasn't under any obligation to stay - in fact, he was more of a tagalong, a third wheel here than anything else. He was the first one that would be sacrificed when things got tough.

But he hadn't been thinking about that too much. He almost wished he had; at least that was living in the present, in the future, rather than the past.

Instead, the same thoughts had caught up to him again, and he'd had plenty of time to mull over what he'd done back at the beach.

Theft. Robbery. Mugging. He could call it what he wanted. None of them were good things. He could justify it if he tried. Just self-preservation, which was, at face value, pure and simple.

If he'd thought about it - and he had thought about it, as they had climbed the slopes and passed buildings to get here - the second best thing that could happen to them all was simple, too. The best was a miraculous rescue. A pipe dream, if ever he'd had cause to dream. The second best was simply getting someone who was worth it out of this place alive.

Wasn't that what the terrorists called it, what this whole thing stood for? Even if it was cruel and unusual, even if they all deserved not to be thrown into something like this... wasn't it still better if someone who was "fittest" survived?

Someone who could speak out against this, someone who could cope afterwards. Someone who could make the most of their life.

Not someone like him.

Looking at the expanse of water in front of him, he wondered if he was looking in the direction of home.
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B041: Wayne Cox -- KABAR Combat Knife -- Forget-Me-Not
G053: Melanie Beckett -- Tickle Me Elmo -- Knife to the Canvas

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G069: Lauren Rowe -- Empty Syringe/Needle -- I'll be Their Bogeyman

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August 26th, 2016, 8:52 pm #3

(Dorothy continued from her possible last word)

Barb wires? Fences? Steep cliff?

That sound like a prison to Dorothy. She was a prisoner of this island too. She imagined the people, hitting the walls of their cells, claiming their innocence. They were accused of horrible things like murder, rape, and scary thing she's rather not think about. The crime varied between the individuals.

But what was Dorothy's? She was punished for nothing. None expect living. Maybe the terrorists thought they were doing God's work by cleaning the filth, or maybe to create fear, hence terror in their name, in the population. The scariest option, however, was simple. Maybe they just did that out of fun, maybe they enjoyed looking at kids killing each other, maybe they kept the recordings of the version to watch when they're born. She truly wondered what made the terrorists tick.

They have a ton of cameras, weapons, and futuristic collar. They had to be rich. To be full of cash, you had to either inherite it or work through for it. She'd have to do research about newly made billionaires if she was to get out of here. Stop this whole thing with crying, blood, pain, death, and stupid wooden sticks.

The mood was up for humor, apparently. She tried to think about a joke involving "kill", but the most logical ones were already taken. She thought about Alex as a source of inspiration. She cleared her throat while she ran her index across the fence. The view was beautiful.

"Hey, hum."

She pushed a little more.

"Is a machete a big knife or a small sword? I know this is out of context but it's annoying me."
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Born underneath a Canadian sky to parents who were quite possibly mounties, Lore roamed the wild unknowns of Quebec, becoming a kickass gamer girl and a sassy action lady. She has both fought a beaver to the death and won several arguments on instagram. Scientists have struggled for years to figure out which is sharper - her wit or Valyrian steel. She is most known outside of SOTF for her portrayal of Yuno Gasai in the anime series The Future Diaries, which she shot for 43 days on-location. She still has the pink hair dye.
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August 28th, 2016, 2:53 am #4

"Thaaaat's the joke!" Asha said to Wayne as she sank down against the fence, coming to rest on the ground. Not much point in trying to keep her skirt clean, really, and she could use a minute to sit down. She would've tried to keep the nominally-humor train going with a comment about her feet killing her, but it's not like walking for a while even came close to what her poor feet went through in ballet. "And I think it'd be a big knife, Dot. Machetes are supposed to like, cut through brush and stuff, right? So it's a tool you can incidentally use to kill people, not a legit weapon." Improvised weapons could never be quite as elegant as the real things.

Asha glanced at the others, then had to stifle a laugh. It looked like the three of them were posing for a photoshoot, angstily posing against the chainlink fence, gazing somberly at the ocean and contemplating. What would they all be, goth goth, pastel goth, business casual goth? Nah. No need to try to force the label. What really mattered was that they both looked like they were thinking about some serious shit.

Painting over the cracks is all well and good until the pavement shatters below your feet and you're plunged straight into hell. Asha didn't want to force anyone to talk, but keeping quiet and stewing about their future would only hurt them in the long run. She knew that everyone had to have some creeping horrors shambling through their heads right about now, and communication was a key in any relationship; even an "alliance" on death island. They could go back to making shitty puns once everyone had vented. "So. What's on your guys's minds?" Asha asked.
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Asha Sur: GIRL 018, armed with a TASER. "Let's all embrace nihilism and be nice!"
Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

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Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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August 28th, 2016, 4:51 am #5

"Not much."

Wayne thought he could feel small vibrations in the fence as Dorothy pressed her finger against it - from her finger to the fence, into his fingers and up his arms. He considered rattling the fence a bit to send those vibrations back, but thought better of it. Too spastic. It was weird enough that he'd thought of it as a communication of some sort, that sending it back would mean some sort of physical connection, some acknowledgement that both of them were real. That they were really here, touching this fence, walled in and left to die.

He wasn't likely to get that across by shaking a fence, but perhaps that made sense, in a way. Actions meant more than words.

Truth was, he fucked up a lot. All the time. Made all sorts of mistakes. Did the wrong things on instinct, did the right things only for selfish reasons. The only thing words did was make him feel better. He could call himself a good person, and if he repeated it enough, perhaps he'd end up believing it, too.

He knew better. He supposed it was only cowardice that kept him from telling them the truth.

Wayne let his duffel bag strap slip from his shoulder, catching it in the crook of his arm. Then he unhooked his fingers. Turned himself back around. Asha had decided to sit, so he was free to assume her previous position of leaning on the fence.

"Thinking of home, I guess." If Asha was doing this for their benefit, it was probably more for Dot than for him. He let his gaze wander over towards the other girl, figuring she'd have something better to say.
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B041: Wayne Cox -- KABAR Combat Knife -- Forget-Me-Not
G053: Melanie Beckett -- Tickle Me Elmo -- Knife to the Canvas

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G069: Lauren Rowe -- Empty Syringe/Needle -- I'll be Their Bogeyman

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August 29th, 2016, 12:19 am #6

Dorothy sat down, still clutching her duffel bag like a life buoy. She tried make herself as small as possible, concentrated in one spot. She didn't want the people to look at her. The people watching her from behind the cameras, that is. The idea that someone was enjoying, other than terrorists obviously, watching her scared her. Maybe those people were the teachers from her school or her parents.

Those weren't so bad, chances are, they were worrying about her classmates and herself. However, the idea of voyeurs peeping in to look at kids murdering each other for enjoyement was repulsing. She felt disgusted because of those masked viewers, hiding behind their computers, having their own sick fantasies.

How was she suppose to tell that to Asha and Wayne?

She knew she couldn't just go: "I'm thinking about everybody watching us," or "Hey, do you think the people looking at us are creeps or perverts?" She felt if she did, she would encourage the terrorists, make them win, make them happy. They wanted her to break and to ache, to question herself and kill someone. She wouldn't let them have that victory over her.

Dorothy twirled her finger around the fence. She kept her eyes on the ocean, thinking about swimming away and leaving this island. She wanted to see a ship at large, coming to save them. She wanted to hear a helicopter's gusts of artificial wind. She wanted to be saved from this place.

But nobody was coming. She knew that. Nobody would save them. To save them, they'd have to know where they are, the students had to communicate with the outside world, but how? Doing smoke signals would just bring out students that could be out of blood. And then an idea came.

"I'm thinking about our parents and families and friends back home. Maybe we could talk to them through a camera or write something down and show the message."

She thought about writing a will but she couldn't let the terrorists have a win.
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Born underneath a Canadian sky to parents who were quite possibly mounties, Lore roamed the wild unknowns of Quebec, becoming a kickass gamer girl and a sassy action lady. She has both fought a beaver to the death and won several arguments on instagram. Scientists have struggled for years to figure out which is sharper - her wit or Valyrian steel. She is most known outside of SOTF for her portrayal of Yuno Gasai in the anime series The Future Diaries, which she shot for 43 days on-location. She still has the pink hair dye.
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August 29th, 2016, 3:52 am #7

Wayne didn't seem to want to talk much, but that was fine. Asha had given him a chance to speak, and pushing him any further would just be rude. If he wanted to talk later, she'd still be around, hopefully. People had to deal with that shit at their own paces, she could get that. 'Home' was honestly a topic that Asha'd prefer to avoid, herself. Sure, she was gonna die and that was all well and good and didn't bear questioning anymore, but it honestly still hurt to think about what'd happen afterwards.

Asha had it easy. In the end, if she still existed, she'd probably have some swanky afterlife to occupy herself with, or at least be able to haunt the shit outta some nerds. If she didn't exist anymore, well, that was that. Her family, though? Her friends? They'd have to live with her death for the rest of their lives. It'd destroy her mom, probably. From what Asha'd heard of her life, she'd had it rough before she made it to the US. Asha hated the thought that she'd just be another dagger stuck deep into everyone's hearts, leaving scar after scar after scar in her wake. She'd never wanted to hurt anyone.

Dorothy seemed to be thinking the same thing, poor girl. Asha wished she knew what answer to give her, so she could turn right around and say it to herself too. "Sorry, Dot, but I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, in a parallel universe where a meteor hit our bus and instantly killed us all, do you really think that our parents would want to pick through the rubble, and when they find our crispy, grotesque bodies, think to themselves 'this used to be our beloved daughter, who we sung to sleep at night and looked after our entire life'? Hell no. So this is the same thing. We're dead, every single one of us, the world's just missed the memo for a while, yeah? Forcing anyone who loved us to look at us now would just hurt them, in the end. Y'know, I always sorta wanted to be an undead." Asha's laugh sounded a lot more tired, now.

She realized that she'd fucked up, had gone too dark, too graphic, but it was too late to take any of that back. The fact that it was what she truly believed didn't mean she was free of any responsibility to cushion the blow, to try and make the truth easier and less painful for everyone to accept. Asha never thought that all it'd take was a single mention of home to make her lose face. She'd have to be much more careful in the future.
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Asha Sur: GIRL 018, armed with a TASER. "Let's all embrace nihilism and be nice!"
Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

V5
Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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August 29th, 2016, 4:39 am #8

They were already dead. That was a thought.

It was... strange. When Asha laughed, Wayne felt a crazy laugh bubbling and scratching in his throat, and he pressed it down, deep down, and hoped it would never resurface. It was funny, but not the right kind of funny.

If he'd already decided he didn't deserve to live more than the others, if he was already dead by all accounts, why was his heart beating so fast at the thought? Why was it so hard to accept? Why didn't he just throw his ill-gotten supplies and the knife they'd given him to the winds, pitch them right above the razor tips of the fence to watch them skitter down the cliffs into the ocean?

"They should have just bombed our bus. Like all the other terrorists out there. Just... just think about all the trouble they could have saved themselves." He gave a dark chuckle. "That's terror. Life ending just like that. All this shows is that teenagers can be shitty people too."

That came probably a little too close to cracking the facade than he felt comfortable with. He let out a breath, tried to force himself back to a semblance of stability.

"I'd need some time, anyway. I wouldn't know what to say right now."
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B041: Wayne Cox -- KABAR Combat Knife -- Forget-Me-Not
G053: Melanie Beckett -- Tickle Me Elmo -- Knife to the Canvas

V5:
G069: Lauren Rowe -- Empty Syringe/Needle -- I'll be Their Bogeyman

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David Cordell -- Dead Ringer
Jason Lin -- Dead Ender
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August 31st, 2016, 7:48 pm #9

Dorothy let a nervous giggle out of a throat then proceeded to repress it. She wanted to add something about their bus crashing into a building or something when Asha's struck her.

Was Asha losing it? Dorothy never heard her say something like that. Maybe she said that kind of stuff on a regular basis when Dot wasn't around but it sounded like Asha was joking, Dot decided to believe it wasn't a big deal. If it was a big deal, then Asha was either losing it or taking the situation really, really nicely. In both cases, Dorothy wanted to stay with her. Friends don't let other friends go insane on murder island, and maybe Asha will help her out too.

She had to keep an eye on her, but she knew she could trust her.

Unlike Wayne. He was playing into Asha's game. Well, kinda. Other than that, she knew nothing about him other than his whole fidgetiness and nervousness. It was normal to be like that. Heck, even Dorothy wanted to stress eat the fear away and she was scared of every noises. Something about him was off, though. Chances are, he was thinking the same about the girls, especially Asha with her whole nihilistic view on the game and maybe even Dorothy with her random giggling. At this point, it was too early to decide if Wayne was a foe and he was a good guy.

He was someone else she had to keep her eye on.

After listening to their exchange, she realized it was her turn to speak. So she decide to investigate the idea of-

"Accepting death, uh?"

It was supposed to be a thought, but she blurt that out like an idiot. Whoops, that slipped out of her mouth like a bug inside a shoe. Well, looked like she had to finish the sentence,

"I... I'd rather not. I mean, yeah I'm probably going to die, but... I don't know. I just don't want to."
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Born underneath a Canadian sky to parents who were quite possibly mounties, Lore roamed the wild unknowns of Quebec, becoming a kickass gamer girl and a sassy action lady. She has both fought a beaver to the death and won several arguments on instagram. Scientists have struggled for years to figure out which is sharper - her wit or Valyrian steel. She is most known outside of SOTF for her portrayal of Yuno Gasai in the anime series The Future Diaries, which she shot for 43 days on-location. She still has the pink hair dye.
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September 1st, 2016, 4:05 am #10

Ha. Wayne had the right idea. The point was probably for them to not be like every other group of murderous assholes with a bone to pick, though. That'd be too pedestrian, especially when you could convince your victims to do half the work for you. Fucking hipster terrorists. It was fine that Wayne needed time to try and cope, Asha could hardly expect anyone without her own particular brand of morbidity to completely embrace nihilism only a couple hours after washing up on the shores of a nightmare.

Unfortunately, Dorothy seemed actively resistant to the idea. Asha couldn't blame her, and she definitely didn't want to try and force her to agree. Free will was what made people, well, people, for better or worse. Hopefully better. Even if people weren't fundamentally good, Asha was sure they fundamentally wanted to be. Still, though; they may never have another chance to talk. The creeping horrors of the early morning could swallow them up at any moment, and Asha wanted to at least voice her thoughts while it was still safe.

Asha got up and stood, shifting her position so she was facing both Wayne and Dorothy. She'd have to watch her words this time, avoid mentioning the swarming insects and squirming maggots that'll make their cooling corpses their homes after the end, if the terrorists didn't just burn them all until there was nothing but bones and ashes left. That's probably what would happen, Asha figured they'd want to save money instead of hiring a terror-janitor.

"Hey, Dot. You too, Wayne. Just hear me out for a minute, yeah?" Asha said, looking Dorothy in the eyes. She wasn't sure if a smile would make her upcoming speech more or less unnerving, so she went with the option that at least made her look happy. "You know how they're planning on making us do... well, all the bad shit, right?" The hacking and slashing and maiming, not to mention piercing and bludgeoning. Must be at least fifty ways to murder your friends.

"They're counting on making us desperate, by dangling just a bit of hope in front of us so we'll happily run on the murder treadmill. But what's the point of it all, really? Do any of us honestly expect to beat the, what is it, hundred-something-to-one odds of making it out alive? Do you really want to spend your last waking moments on this fuckin' beautiful planet wondering whether or not your best friend is gonna try and kill you for a bottle of water? That's bullshit, all of it." Asha grew more and more passionate as she talked, smile now almost completely genuine.

"I don't wanna live for an extra day or two if it means I can't smell the roses, or stop to make terrible puns with you guys, y'know?" Asha said, switching her focus away from her companions in order to get back to leaning against the fence and staring wistfully at the horizon. For effect. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to start like, a death cult or anything," she laughed. Asha couldn't deny she looked the part. "I just want to give people the chance to be happy in what's pretty much the worst possible situation. If you're not down, if you think I'm crazy, that's cool; I get it."

That basically summed it up. Time to see how the others took it.
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Asha Sur: GIRL 018, armed with a TASER. "Let's all embrace nihilism and be nice!"
Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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V6
Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

V5
Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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