Stark
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October 21st, 2010, 11:04 am #11

((R.J. Lowe continued from The Cries of the Voiceless))

And so, in just three days, everything had come full circle. For R.J, this was, for all intents and purposes, the exact spot where he'd found himself cast into the fiery furnace. He placed his free hand on the shepherd's cane. It was right where he left it when he went chasing after Kris, untouched by human hands in the ensuing forty-eight hours. Internally, he debated with himself about taking it back up and discarding the veritable buster sword he'd been lugging around since leaving the felled forest. The initial idea had been not to let it fall into the wrong hands, but fuck that. If there were hands that could even swing the damn thing, they belonged to no one who attended Bayview. He didn't think about it for too long, however. He had only fifteen bullets left, and if there was an extra clip, Simon still had it. He'd have to hunt with something when that time came. He'd take a few practice swings later, but for now, he and Mary Ann needed to stop and rest.

Taking a seat, R.J. leaned back against the outer wall of whichever building this was again, leaning the khanda against the wall just to his left. He was just about to take a sip of his water, when a moment of aw-jeez-not-this-shit-again struck him upside the head like Leroy Jethro Gibbs having a bad day.

"My mop is the mop that shall pierce the heavens! My mop is my SOUL! It will bring JUSTICE and PEACE to this isle! BELIEVE IT!"

What.

"Welcometothegroup no jutsu!"

Seriously, what.

While this obviously wasn't the level of danger that was going down at the sawmill, it still offered a certain degree of deja vu. Voices coming from inside a building robbing him of any semblance of a peaceful rest. In Kris' case, the voices spelled "danger." In this case, he wondered if the voice could even spell "cat." Still, he couldn't take any chances. He grasped the handle of the khanda with his left hand, while with his right, he placed his index finger over his lips, then motioned for Mary Ann to get down, out of view of the windows.
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Ella
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Joined: January 5th, 2009, 6:46 am

October 21st, 2010, 9:04 pm #12

[[Mary Ann Warren continued from The Cries of the Voiceless]]

Mary Ann and R.J. had covered much ground in a short time. Mary Ann's companion was much more athletic than she, and it showed in the way he was able to make such constant, unfaltering strides, even carrying the sword with which the girl had struggled so. She did her best to keep up, even when they began to approach the town she'd stayed in several nights ago. Finally, they slowed down at one of the streets of stoically empty houses.

After several minutes of exploring, R.J. suddenly stopped. Mary Ann crept closer, patiently listening, watching- voices. That must be it. It sounded like it was coming from one of the houses. R.J. motioned for her to lie low- remembering her strategy on that second morning, she moved around the corner of the house to lean against the wall- still listening.

Footsteps. Running footsteps. Crap crap crap cra-

Wait, was that a Naruto reference?

Well, the element of surprise did provide an advantage for some people. Wait, wh- oh wait. That had to be Richard Han. She'd met him before, of course. They shared quite a few interests- anime, video games, and whatnot- they'd had classes together as well, so they naturally managed a few conversations. However, Richard was just... a little too much. Just a little. She didn't mind talking to the poor guy, especially with the way other people tended to talk about him... but he definitely worked best in small doses.

The footsteps seemed to burst into the house, interrupting the now-seemingly disgruntled voices. She saw R.J. pick up the sword-

"No, wait!" He wasn't going to- no no no. If he was doing anything she was going in as well.
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October 22nd, 2010, 5:42 pm #13

((=Sick-Clu-post-which-will-receive-editage-when-Clue-isn't-sick=))

Bounce folded her arms and listened to Aaron. She couldn't help but be sceptical. The fate of SADD and the others was always ambiguous, because they had never shown what had really happened. That gigantic explosion towards the end of the game probably had something to do with it and Bounce would've LIKED to have believed that the reason it went unbroadcast was because the group had escaped. But... she didn't know. Fact was, whether they'd made it or fallen at the hurdle, they'd received a leg up from something or someone and that was how they'd caused such trouble.

Bounce didn't really think that lightning would strike twice.

Otherwise... she... she didn't actually believe him. Bounce was surprised to note that, but again, paranoia... Aaron couldn't have cared a whole lot about this Tom, given his tone. She didn't know the group's old dynamic of course, but it all seemed a little... convenient. Just the sort of Aaron-excuse which made him get out of a tangle looking okay...

Stop it. Hold it right there. There's no way you can know that, Liz! How in the... You can't judge him off a guess or an impression! Calm down!

Whilst Bounce was chiding herself, another girl appeared, but off her behaviour, she was evidently another member of Aaron's group in the first place. As for a name... Bounce drew a blank, not a surprise. Not having much time to ponder, somebody else came in. A guy... vaguely familiar for some reason (had she seen him in the library? One of the clubs? Maybe). She had to bite back a sardonic remark at his greeting. If he was cheerful... hell, more power to him, in this situation.

She looked back to Aaron.

"Aaron I have a rendevous to meet. I can't linger for too long."


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October 23rd, 2010, 4:53 am #14

The world continued to march to the beat of Aaron's drum, at least, for the moment. Lily returned from who-knew-where. Said she was sorry, then moved on, curious about what Tom had said. Good to know she had the proper focus. Escape first, grief later (never?). So, it was time, was it? Time to reveal his master plan. Well, time to scribble it down, at least. Get it all set up. He wrote in small, quick, cramped letters, paying only minimal attention to the others, acting like he was maybe just finishing up his list. He'd have to be sure the members were absolutely trustworthy before letting them in. And, right now, he was still having some doubts.

Richard returned as well, shouting some sort of idiotic war cry. So, it seemed competence was not going to be one of the hallmarks of this alliance. That was fine. Aaron could work that. He was pretty sure he could trust Richard to the ends of the earth, at least. The boy possessed not an ounce of subtlety. Unfortunately, that very quality also made him entirely unsuited to knowing the details of their plan. He'd go and blab them to a camera or share them with a player, and then it would be the end, back to square one at best, death at worst. No. That wasn't how Aaron saw his revolution ending. He would stand over Danya, saber in hand, and lop the terrorist's head off to the approval of the masses. Well, okay, maybe shoot him instead. If his reading was correct, heads were an absolute nightmare to remove, even in the best of conditions. A shooting seemed a little barbaric, but one had to work with the available materials.

At least Aileen was glaring at Richard. Good. Strange as it was, a little animosity between his allies was exactly what Aaron could use. If they were at each others' throats, that meant they wouldn't be at his. They'd be posturing and jockeying for position, not plotting to overthrow Aaron or screwing up his plans. It was just a matter of pushing things a tiny bit further. With Bounce around, it would be simple. She was not good in social situations. She was blunt to the point of rudeness at times. Aaron could live with that. He was expecting it. The others, probably not. Bounce could become a mutual outlet for them, and, because she had knowledge none of the rest possessed, she would be completely safe. It was a situation where everyone won.

And then Bounce dropped the bomb. She had a rendezvous? Now? Like, she couldn't wait until she had her collar off to go skipping off searching for her buddies? Buddies? Who was Aaron kidding? It was almost guaranteed to be Alice. He'd never really seen Bounce in the company of anyone else, aside from himself and Will and Stephen. Will would have been along. Stephen was a Junior. Probably laughing his butt off right now, knowing what Danya was gonna get.

But wait. There was another option. Maybe Bounce had met someone new on the island. Maybe she'd teamed up with a player. She didn't have the strength, but she was useful because of her knowledge. If she was prostituting her know-how to some killer, it might be best to have a little talk with her first. Pump her for information. Not in any violent or threatening sense of the word, of course; Bounce was, after all, one of Aaron's friends. Just a bit of guilt, or a more attractive offer. She was sure to come around. No way Bounce would desert him.

"I'll be quick, then," he said. "We'd love to have you on the team. You'd be useful here, and I can't imagine you don't want out as much as we all do. Your partner or whatever can come too, as long as they're—"

The voice outside tickled the edge of Aaron's hearing. Had the door not been open, had he not still been on guard, he would have missed it entirely. He couldn't say for sure that it was close to the house they were in, but he sure couldn't guarantee it wasn't. He dipped his hand into the pocket of his cargo pants, withdrew the gun, held it down, against his leg, pointed safely away from all his allies. Flipped the safety off without looking (that practice on the walk had come in handy after all), gesturing with his left hand, the one holding the notebook and pencil, for the others to get down. He was going to look pretty dumb if there wasn't anyone nearby, but better dumb than dead.

"Hello?" he called. "Is someone out there? We're not going to attack. We're trying to get off this island."

Good. Broadcast intentions, but don't reveal too much. Announce the presence of a group, but not the armaments or numbers. Keep them guessing.

Be ready for trouble, just in case.

He stuffed his notebook back in his pocket, only the first snippets of the plan written.

it seems pretty clear, given the lack of electricity around the island, that they don't want us to have acess to power. the question, then, is why? i think we can...
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Joined: May 31st, 2010, 3:13 pm

October 23rd, 2010, 9:32 pm #15

(David Matson continues from The outsider)

(apologies that the first version of this didn't make sense, I'd actually missed David's earlier thread.)

"Our father, who art in heaven..."

David had started mumbling the prayer to himself over the course of the walk to the residential area. He'd moved swiftly across the island, arriving at the house just as the second day ended.

"Hole up here for a while. Think this through." he thought.

He snuck into the house and up to the attic. Through a trapdoor. This would work. This would definitely work for a while at least.

"Hallowed be thy name..."

He'd found himself thinking of his father more and more over the course of those hours spent walking. Would he be watching? Looking on his son with shame? David was a sinner. A sinner of the worst kind. A murderer. He was tainted by it forever now.

As he sat in the attic, thinking desperately, he found that he accepted that fact. He wasn't happy about it. But he accepted it on some level. "I have sinned, and in my sin, I am bound for damnation." he thought to himself, paraphrasing one of his fathers old speeches.

He thought of that and nearly began to cry. It wasn't fair. This was what his life was for? This was god's plan for him? To take a life to try and protect another. To commit the most mortal of sins? All his life, all he'd ever had to look forward to was this awful island and then what, hell?

Surely god had a better plan for him. Surely there was a way to wash himself clean of this.

"Thy kingdom come..."

As he'd woken the next morning to the sound of Danya's voice the answer came to him. So many killings. Not least of which included his own. Evidently everyone else here was as sinful as he. Murderers and monsters all. He became angry for a second. At least he had the decency to acknowledge his sin. Without doubt, they were all probably running around having the time of their lives.

He thought back to the people in the shack. They had seemed friendly. Of course, he was the one with the gun. They'd probably slit his throat in his sleep and take it from him, given half the chance. They deserved this. They all deserved to be punished. This was god's punishment.

It was such an easy lie for him to believe. Soon he bought into it without question.

"If this is god's punishment... maybe I can redeem myself by helping him carry it out." he thought to himself. He felt the guns weight in his hand and seemed to consider it.

"Thy will be--"

He looked up suddenly. He'd been staring intently at the portion of the floor between his feet and mumbling the prayer. Was that a voice? He lifted up the gun and pointed it at the trapdoor. He began to breathe quicker now. Nobody came through it. He slowly crawled over to the trapdoor.

"I'll finish later lord." he said. "Protect me from these sinners." he murmured as an afterthought. He gently lifted the trapdoor. There was a conversation going on downstairs.

"--out there? We're not going to attack. We're trying to get off this island."

Liar. He was sure of it. He had never been so sure of anything. All of them. They were killers. Sinners.

He listened. Let's hear your forker tongue, sinner.
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October 25th, 2010, 8:38 pm #16

((Owen Rothschild continued from Fountain of Youth))

Owen wandered into the residential district, carrying three bags as well as his sword. It didn't take him long after wandering in to decided that two bags was really all he wanted to carry. He looked around the street and searched for an acceptable house to hole up in and look through the second duffel he'd acquired. If there was anything useful he could move it into his own bag and then just leave the rest somewhere.

He eventually narrowed his choices down to four particular houses and numbered them in his head. He dropped his things and started to rifle through his own backpack until he happened across his dice set. He plucked a pyramid shaped die from the container and stooped low, rolling it around in his hand before casting it.

3 was what the die read. Owen picked it back up, dropped back into the container, and returned it to his bag. Then he picked up his belongings and started toward the house he had labeled as "3".

The way he had come into the residential area put him closer to the house's back door. He wasn't sure how other people would think, but Owen reasoned that the back door was the safest option. After all, in Super Mario World, taking the back door lets you get right to the last boss and skip all the bullshit. Granted back door access is a bit tricky and a lot of players never see the back door, but for those that made it, the satisfaction of reaching it was almost as good as beating the game itself.

The handle turned and the door opened easily.

"Coming in...not looking for trouble..." the small boy called out to any potential inhabitants, hoping that he hadn't just walked into something bad.
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October 26th, 2010, 7:00 am #17

((Sorry guys, but I need to save Aileen))

"Aaron I have a rendevous to meet. I can't linger for too long."

Was she leaving already?

But Aaron seemed so... determined that they would find her. And he had so much faith in her, apparently.

In which case, should they prevent her from leaving? Was it a good idea? What if she ran into yet another psycho, and... no. No more death. No more killing. She was sick of this. Someone had to live.

Sure, Bounce had been giving her the stink eye this entire time, but it didn't mean that... well, she didn't deserve to die, didn't she? People annoyed Aileen, of course, but never would she wish death on them. Bounce was an example of this. Plus, as noted, Aaron really wanted to find her, and it would be a shame to lose her so quickly.

Oh god, what should they do? She was going to disappear again, and have god-knows what happen to her. They couldn't let her go like this!

And that's when Aileen spoke up.

"Who are you looking for? I mean, we could help you-"

Noises. Outside. Uh oh.

That meant trouble, obviously.

Aaron, as usual, took charge. He obviously had noticed, and was asking who was out there and that they weren't going to attack. And that's when Aileen decided what she needed to do. She went over to her daypack on the ground, and took out the hammer she had placed in there previously.

"Guys, I'm going to investigate", she whispered, looking around.

And she padded towards the nearest exit, hammer in hand. Her heart was racing as she quietly stepped along, looking around the house. Who was out there? Why? She thought she heard a gentle creaking noise from above her, but she had no idea where it was coming from.

And suddenly, the back door opened, and Aileen spun around, raising her hammer in defense.

Some guy had wandered in inelegantly, and shouted out that he wasn't looking for trouble. She had absolutely no clue who he was, but he had just... wandered in. No rhyme or reason, just wandered in. She raised an eyebrow, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, who the hell are you, and why the fuck are you here?" she asked. "Was it you making those noises?"

God, it was like they were all hiding out some place. They just popped out of the woodwork like little termites, and asked what was going on. She had no clue why it had to be them, though. Did they attract all sorts of strange people or something?
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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.
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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
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- Random Thoughts
-Skype
- 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.

-KamiKaze

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.
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Stark
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October 27th, 2010, 8:29 pm #18

((Apologies, guys. Just staying active while I've got access to a working computer.))

"No, wait!"

...Crap. There's no way they didn't hear her just then. No way in hell. He told her to be quiet, hadn't he? It seemed a pretty simple req-

"Hello? Is someone out there? We're not going to attack. We're trying to get off this island."

Yup. They'd heard.

The voice was distinct from the idiot's, and he'd heard a girl's voice before that, so the group in the house was at least three strong. He shifted the sword out in front of himself, holding it upright, tip in the ground. Once again, he put his finger to his lips for Mary-Ann, the stern look in his eyes adding emphasis to the silent instruction. Looking back to the blade, he pivoted it on its axis, adjusting the angle so he could see the doorway reflected in the steel. The image was fuzzy, to be sure, but it was good enough. Someone was approaching the door. Male, average height, brown hair, scrawny build. Not terribly intimidating if you factored out the handgun. Unfortunately, it couldn't be factored out. It was a goddamn handgun. R.J. figured the odds were he was a better shot, but he couldn't leave that to chance. Moreover, he didn't want it to come to that. He wouldn't let it. He'd done more than enough of that already.

He reached into the bag, retrieving the notepad and pencil, laying the sword back down, as it was only an encumbrance. More noise came from inside the house as he started to write. A female voice. Not the first one. This one was about an octave higher and considerably more stressed. Said something along the lines of "Who the hell are you," though he didn't catch the whole thing. That pushed the group to four people, not counting whoever the girl was talking to. Could be him and Mary-Ann, could be a third party. This was entirely too many variables for his liking. Poor communication could result in this ending very badly, and unfortunately, communication wasn't R.J.'s strong point at the moment.

His message completed, he ripped the page out of the notebook, crumpling it into a nice, round ball, then tossed it in through the broken window just overhead at his back, leaving it to land at the feet of its intended recipient. Motioning for Mary-Ann to follow, he grabbed their belongings and headed around the corner toward the side of the house. It wouldn't do them well to sit idle after giving away their location.
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Solitair
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October 29th, 2010, 7:31 pm #19

((Really sorry about my inattentiveness, everyone. Whoops.))

Aaron didn't answer her question. She guessed that Tom didn't say anything, that he could spend his time better outlining the plan in whatever way he needed to.

Then everyone started doing their own thing pretty much at once. For starters, Richard did his thing, his very inappropriate and childish thing which was less warranted in this particular circumstance than any other. Some of the others, like Aaron, just ignored him. Aileen made a face, and Lily thought she did, too. What in the hell was Richard thinking?

Then Bounce spoke up again, telling the boy that Lily had followed for days, who was looking for her, that she had to leave. That got Aaron's attention. He scrambled to get her to stick with them for just a little while longer when another boy's voice piped up from parts unseen.

Make that two boys.

It seemed like privacy was at a commodity on the island. Less so than before, though. Kind of a scary thought. There couldn't have been more than three dozen locations marked on her map and yet there were over two hundred people competing. It would be smart to expect unexpected company. This island wasn't big enough for all of them.

She kept silent throughout the exchange until Ailleen decided to blow off some steam right into the newcomers' faces. "Hey!" She walked over to her and frowned. "That was uncalled for!"

She took over Aileen's pseudoduty of calling out for hidden enemies. "Sorry about that! Who is it? If you're friendly, we mean no harm!" They could always use more helping hands.
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Ella
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Joined: January 5th, 2009, 6:46 am

November 4th, 2010, 1:27 am #20

Silence. She'd been too loud. Damn it. R.J's stern eyes only deepened the guilt that was at this point making its rounds through her bloodstream- but there was no time for that right now. He knelt down and rifled through one of the bags, producing Mary Ann's notebook- she felt a little awkward just standing there, so she decided to try to look in the window- until she heard other voices. Voices and footsteps- there were a LOT more people than she had expected to find; in fact, more than the combined total of other people she'd encountered so far on the island. R.J's brow furrowed even deeper- he hadn't expected it either. Of course he hadn't- it was just hard to remember after he'd taken and held the lead so confidently.

R.J. crumpled up the piece of paper he'd been working on and tossed it into the house, immediately rushing around the corner to wait at the side of the house. For an answer? Mary Ann had no idea. She followed him around to the house, just barely failing to escape deja vu from the previous morning.

"What was-" No. She stopped herself before she finished, knowing how futile and insensitive it would be to ask a question right now- but that didn't stop her from cursing herself for not paying attention to the note in the first place. She would just have to trust him on this one.
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(3:09:32 PM) Mimi: I'm so down on vagina
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(5:26:19 PM) Cheerleader: I JUST GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSEEEEEEEEEE
(5:26:27 PM) WhatsHerFace: LET'S GO LOOK
(5:26:30 PM) WhatsHerFace: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOD
(5:26:31 PM) ***TheUglyOne says something indicating her terrible hygiene
(5:26:48 PM) TBH: Back. Fucking ankle.
(5:26:52 PM) James is now known as SoandSo
(5:27:12 PM) Cheerleader: theuglyone
(5:27:16 PM) Cheerleader: will you accompany me to the end credits?
(5:27:18 PM) SoandSo: what do i do now :c
(5:27:47 PM) TheUglyOne: I WOULD LOVE T- arrow'd
(5:28:04 PM) TheUglyOne: ahhhhhhhhh my entire life
(5:28:22 PM) WhatsHerFace: dag, yo
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