Where is My Mind?

Zabriel
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Joined: September 27th, 2007, 3:38 am

August 10th, 2010, 7:24 pm #1

Owen could not recall a time when he'd ever had such a headache upon waking up. What's more he felt dirty. His eyes fluttered open and he slowly sat up to look around. He appeared to have been dumped rather unceremoniously in a garden of some kind. Taking a moment to brush himself off, he tried to remember what had happened before finding himself here.

First I was on the bus...then I must have fallen asleep. After that...sweet God... It hit him like a wrecking ball. Everything came flashing into his mind at once. Waking up tied to a chair in a "classroom". The voice on the PA. The chaperons, all dead. He knew where he was.

Like many he'd willed himself to believe that it was all some show with great marketing, a whole alternate reality game. Kind of like that lonelygirl15 show. Nobody knew that it was a show for such a long time. But, here he was. He didn't have the luxury of doubt anymore. The game was real. Every minute he was on this island he was in danger. Especially when he was out in the open. He looked down. On either side of him he found a bag. One he recognized as his own "bag of holding", which he'd filled with clothes, snacks, and a few other things he thought might come in handy. The other was a bag that he didn't recognize, but he'd seen the show before. Owen knew that this was his issued daypack. He decided to wait to look at what he'd been supplied with until he got a little bit of cover. It didn't take him long to spot the nearby hut, which he set out for immediately.

Not bothering to knock, Owen opened the door and was relieved to find the hut unoccupied. It was modestly furnished, but it was enough to allow Owen a little bit of comfort and privacy while he examined his supplied bag. He mentally ticked off each item before pulling out his supplied weapon for a closer look. It was a wooden sword. He'd seen one before, but it was bigger than the one he held now. He wracked his brain for information, and came up with it's name.

"Bokken." Owen had a younger friend that was obsessed with swords. Owen looked it over. His friend had told him a few stories about these things beating katanas in combat. But that was mostly due to the fact that katanas were brittle. Still, it was a pretty solid weapon, and he'd be able to defend himself pretty well if he could figure out how to use it.

He'd practice later. First he wanted to figure out where he was on the island. He took his map out and began to study it, first attempting to pinpoint his own location, and then just getting a general feel for the island. He saved Mr. Danya's Guide to Survival for last. He was fairly certain there wouldn't be any useful information in it, but he figured he might as well read it. Then use it for kindling. He allowed himself a small smile.

There we go. The manual is useful after all.
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Killer_Moth
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August 10th, 2010, 11:15 pm #2

B026 Start

Bobby had been awake for some time. He was not at all happy about the situation that he found himself in, but was determined for the moment that he wasn't going to let it get to him. He was in a kill or be killed situation, but he knew intrinsically that killing wasn’t an option for him. Still, he wasn't going to sit around and make a target of himself. After all, there were bound to be people out there who weren't going to kill him, who needed help, guidance. People who were scared, even more so than him. People he could help.

His backpack secured, he had been walking for about half an hour. Trying not to move too fast, keep the weight off of his knee. Thankfully, when whoever had given him the extra equipment, they'd been kind enough to leave his knee brace. He'd already fitted it. He doubted that he'd need it right now, but he'd rather it was in place if he needed to do anything strenuous unexpectedly.

His equipment was nothing to get excited about. Supplies, first aid, a book on survival supplied by the chief terrorist. He suspected that all the class had been given similar materials. There was also a spray can marked as containing liquid nitrogen. He had already tested it on a tree, and the contents did seem to be labelled correctly. At any rate, it was a very cold liquid, that he had no desire to touch. He was uncertain what use he could make of it, beyond as a threat if he needed to defend himself.

He walked towards the small cottage, as it seemed a likely place where he could find shelter, also somewhere others were likely to head towards. Maybe he could get a group together, pool resources, and survive until help arrived. After all, it had to. The government must know this was real, even if it was presented as a TV show. And given how long it had been running, they must have some solid leads. No-one lasted this long without making mistakes, and there were people who could capitalise on those mistakes.

His collar itched, but he resisted the urge to scratch. There was no point. He couldn't take it off, so he may as well get used to it. And if he interfered too much, maybe it would explode. His throat dry from that thought, he reached the cottage. The door was open. Bobby considered this for a moment. There was almost certainly somebody inside by now. If he just walked in, he risked scaring them into attacking. But if he announced himself, he risked ambush.

He placed his trust in God and in his classmates, and knocked three times on the open door. "Hello? Anybody in here? It's Bobby. Bobby Barron. I'm not here to hurt anybody. Can I come in?"
CAPTAIN OBVIOUS. Or so I'm told.
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Robert A Barron Onward Christian Soldier - The Groundskeeper's Hut - Goind Round In Circles
Quincy Jones Henchman for Hire - The Mountain - Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows... KILLS=1
Jennifer Romita Attention Whore - The Felled Forest; North - The Worst Bath Ever
Theo 'Teddy' Behr Lost in his own Head - Lost No More
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Zabriel
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August 11th, 2010, 7:30 pm #3

Owen looked up from the booklet. It actually had some pretty important information in it. Most notably the information about the time limit and danger zones. He remembered a few things from the scattered occasions he'd watched the show, but the time limit wasn't sticking in his mind. For a moment, Owen considered the possibility of everybody refusing to play. Sure they'd all die, but it would send a powerful message wouldn't it? But of course it couldn't happen. People valued their own lives too much. Even the people who started out with high ideals and hope might eventually give into fear and begin to play.

Even I might play. If it means I can go home, maybe I'll play.

Owen heard a knock and chewed his lip. Of course he'd run into other people. He just thought he might have a few more minutes alone. As he allowed the name to register, he answered shakily. "Yeah. Come on in. It's just me in here."

He rubbed his forehead, still aching a little bit. He knew he hadn't brought any medicines along with him, but hadn't he been given a first aid kit? He opened it up and was pleased to find a bottle of pain reliever. He opened the bottle and broke the seal, tilting it until a single pill fell into his hand. Owen popped the pill into his mouth and picked up one of his issued water bottled. He took a mouthful of water and swallowed, making a slight face as the pill went down. He never had cared much for pills, but it was better than letting his headache go on. In a few minutes he'd be feeling better, and that was all that mattered just then.
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August 12th, 2010, 11:51 pm #4

Having received his answer, Bobby pushed the door open further and entered. Staring up at him from the centre of the room was Owen Rothschild. Not a boy he was close with, but not somebody he was aware of as having reason to hate him. He shared a few classes with him, and had seen him around the golf course a few times, back when he still played.

He smiled at him. "Hey Owen. Glad to see it's you. Anyone else here yet?" He genuinely was. He'd been worried it was going to be one of the less stable classmates, or someone twitchy prepared to shoot him and be done with it all. Bobby was deliberate in keeping his actions open and towards Owen at all times as he moved into the small room, and took a seat.

As he sat down, he surveyed the room. Owen had clearly only been here a short time, looking over what Danya had supplied. "I guess the first question should be 'Are you ok?' We're in some real trouble here, but I think we can get through it. So... How are you holding up?"
CAPTAIN OBVIOUS. Or so I'm told.
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Robert A Barron Onward Christian Soldier - The Groundskeeper's Hut - Goind Round In Circles
Quincy Jones Henchman for Hire - The Mountain - Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows... KILLS=1
Jennifer Romita Attention Whore - The Felled Forest; North - The Worst Bath Ever
Theo 'Teddy' Behr Lost in his own Head - Lost No More
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August 13th, 2010, 2:37 am #5

((Phillip Ward continued from Everybody's Changing))

Phillip Ward had been running for quite some time now and all things considered he was nearing the end of his stamina. He was never a long distance runner, preferring to do short bursts of skating, crushing anyone who got in his way then spending the rest of the game intimidating others with the threat of it happening again. Given this pattern in his life this is exactly what he did when he arrived at the groundskeeper's hut after fleeing the scene in the felled forest.

The run had given him a bit of time to calm down, to rationalise his actions. He had run away only because the guy had a gun and was shooting.

"I ain't no coward, just smart is all." Phil said to himself as he neared the door. The thing was swinging open and he could see the forms of Owen and Bobby in the small room. No guns there, and Owen the little geek of the centuary was holding a toy sword of all things. He almost burst out laughing, this was too easy. Bobby wasn't even holding anything. Grinning to himself he took a breath and strolled in, tossing the duffels to one side just outside the building.

"Sup Nerds." He said as he brandished his claws. "You're going to be chucking me your duffel's right about now, and put that stick away geek or someone's going to get hurt, and it *ain't* gonna be me."

After that run Phil was just itching for a fight, he hoped that little Owen would try something just so he could smack him down. Phil had at least 60 pounds on the guy, and most of that was pure muscle. Bobby was a little taller but Phil knew exactly how to deal with tall guys, especially one with a stuffed knee, plus with his claws he was feeling pretty confident.

"So you wanna come at me ya punks, or you going to avoid having your heads smashed in today and chuck me your gear. Along the floor now, I've seen you little dweebs and your movies, no bag throwing at me - running away for you. I'll have whatever weapon you got too."
Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
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The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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Zabriel
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August 13th, 2010, 6:08 pm #6

"I'm doing alright. Under the circumstances. Speaking of, you might want to get your weapon out, just in case. Besides, I like to know what I'm dealing with." Owen looked at Bobby appraisingly. He knew a little bit about him. He was in one of those Christian groups, and his parents definitely had money. He was also beautiful, in almost a girlish way. But he was also nice. He'd heard a rumor about a mole, but he didn't make too much of it. That was about all he really knew.

The door swung open without warning. The one thing keeping Owen from chiding the boy for walking in without knocking was the fact that he hadn't knocked himself, even though it'd been empty when he walked in. And the fact that he'd started in on them before Owen had a chance to say anything anyway.

Owen didn't care much for people who liked to throw their weight around. Those claws looked pretty lethal, but only if he knew how to use them. True, it wasn't much different than using one's hands, but Owen was quick, and pretty good at not getting hit. Plus he had Bobby. It was also true that he didn't know what Bobby had for a weapon, but unless it was one of those joke weapons it would help. The one thing Owen knew is that he wouldn't be surrendering his bag. Phillip would probably just kill them anyways. Even if he didn't, they needed that stuff.

"So that's what you're doing. Going around and taking other people's supplies? I bet you're even telling yourself that it's not that bad. You're probably even keeping their maps so they don't know which way to go. You done this before? Probably. You're all the same. People are dying because of you. That make you proud you little bastard? They'll die just the same as if you'd killed them yourself."

Owen glanced at Bobby, trying to send the message that he needed his help. I am tired of this shit. We need to teach him that he can't do this...besides, if he dies...that's another day we've got to figure things out.
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August 14th, 2010, 11:52 am #7

((G104 Charlotte Cave: Start))

It wasn't that she'd planned on using it - after all, she'd told herself from minute one that she wasn't about to face her family a murderer - but as she rummaged through the duffel bag, Charlotte felt lied to. Granted, it wasn't as if she could expect a terrorist cell that kills high school students, by all appearances, for laughs, to be terribly trustworthy, but not issuing a weapon was a death sentence no matter how you looked at it. Sighing in frustration, she zipped it back up and checked her own bag. Clothes were all still there, as were her cigarettes. Her lighter, however, had apparently been confiscated. It was as if they'd gone and singled her out or something. The least the bastards could have done was to take the Newports, too. Having them there and not being able to smoke them was just torture. She leaned back against the back wall of the hut, her face buried in her hands. Nothing about this made sense.

Just as the sorrow began to overtake her, however, she heard a stir coming from the other side of the wall. Voices of her fellow students. Quickly, but careful not to make any sound, she snuck her way around to the entrance. She peered around the corner, spotting Phillip Ward brandishing a wicked looking cat claw and issuing threats. Another voice coming from inside almost seemed to be egging the thug on. She had to think on her feet if she wanted this settled peacefully. Slowly, carefully, she stepped behind Phil, raising a finger over her mouth and giving the two boys, who she now recognized as Robert Barron and Owen Rothschild, a wink, before pushing her right index and middle fingers to the back of his head. She knew people only fell for this trick in the movies, but it might just confuse him long enough to disarm him.

"Drop yours first," she instructed him, a slight but noticeable grin on her face. If this works, she mused, I will kick myself in the face.
<Mimi>: You are much nicer than I thought you'd be!
<Stark>: Shut up, fatty.
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August 14th, 2010, 11:14 pm #8

Bobby smiled at Owen. It was nice that he'd found somebody friendly. He was about to tell him that he in fact had kept his weapon in his jacket pocket, so he could get at it easily enough, when the door swung open.

Philip Ward. He recognised him from the Hockey team, and had always regarded him as a friend. They'd never been close, but enough so that they said 'hi' in passing. And now, he was here, brandishing what seemed to be some kind of Martial Arts Weapon. Still, it didn’t look like it had a long range, and probably couldn't be thrown. Not with any real accuracy anyway.

Owen was trying to antagonise Phil. Not the best plan, but it made sense. Make him angry, and he'll make a mistake. Bobby was just worried that that mistake might end up with somebody getting hurt. "Guys, none of us here wants this. Do we? Phil, you don't really want to hurt us. Just calm down. Think about it. We can work together here. We can last this out. Sooner or later, somebody will come and rescue us."

He could tell that Owen wasn't approving of this tactic. He wanted Phil taken down. He edged his hand closer to the canister in his pocket. He didn't want to bring it out. At the moment, it was an 'Ace in the Hole'. But at best it was a bluff. He knew that he could never fire it at Phil. What if it hit him? What if it killed him? Phil only wanted their stuff, he wasn't really threatening them. He just hoped his words got through.

Then the wild card came into play. He knew it was a large class, and it made sense that other people would head towards structures. That Charlotte was trying to help was kind of her, but he worried about her. Not only was she within range of the claw, but her gambit was foolish. Nobody would believe fingers as a gun. Not when placed against flesh like that. The most that she could hope for was to panic him. That meant-

He slipped his hand quietly into his pocket and around the spray can. He just hoped that things would calm down before he had to bring it out.
CAPTAIN OBVIOUS. Or so I'm told.
Chars:
Robert A Barron Onward Christian Soldier - The Groundskeeper's Hut - Goind Round In Circles
Quincy Jones Henchman for Hire - The Mountain - Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows... KILLS=1
Jennifer Romita Attention Whore - The Felled Forest; North - The Worst Bath Ever
Theo 'Teddy' Behr Lost in his own Head - Lost No More
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August 15th, 2010, 2:39 am #9

((Sally continued from Feeling Kind of Anxious))

Sally skidded down the last bit of the hill. She had reached the bottom and even better, there was a cottage up ahead.

Finally, civilization. Maybe I can rest up a little. Guess it would be too much to ask for air conditioning. I’m starting to sweat, that’s totally unacceptable.

She stumbled slightly, but caught herself and finally began walking on flat ground again. Sally stopped, removed her necklace, put it in her dress pocket, brushed out her dress, raked through her hair with her long finger nails and started forward once more. Her bag was far too heavy to begin with. She had long since dumped the bag she had brought with her full of clothes and now all she remained with was the duffle and items supplied to her by the terrorists. Against her better judgment she even held onto the violin.

I remember where I dropped my bag. I can go pick it up again when I get off this stupid rock.

Sally approached the cottage, but from a window she could see movement. Slowly, she peered into the window to see what was happening inside.

Looks like four people. That Phillip guy, Charlotte and two people I don’t recognize. Charlotte, she’s always had such pretty hair. Best wait to see who emerges victorious.

Sally leaned against the window with her elbows on the sill, looking in. She placed the violin and the bow on the sill next to her.

I guess I can kind of see why this show’s such a hit.

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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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Jonah Heartsgrave: If you need to talk I'll listen.
Lori Martin: You're so stuck up.
Tirzah Foss: Let's have some fun.
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v6
Caleb Diamond: Silly sacrificer
Hazel Jung: Abandoned actress
v5
Amaranta Montalvo: Pageant Winner
Michelle Wexler: Vegetarian sweetheart
Paris Ardennes : Scheming holy man

v4
Ethan Kent : The smartest jerk
Sally Connelley: Dainty meanie
Nick LeMonde : Eternal optimist
Isabel Guerra: Sad little girl
Autumn O'Leary: Lonely redhead
Mary-Ann Warren: Crumbling romantic
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August 16th, 2010, 2:02 am #10

((GMing Approved by Stark))

Phil froze as Charlotte pushed the finger in to the back of his neck.

She's got a fucking gun and she's going to blow my brains out! He thought to himself. That little bitch.

He wasn't too happy with the turn of events but there was nothing he could do, especially when he was held at gun point, the warm fleshlike barrel pressed up against his head.

Wait.

Warm? Fleshlike?


That wasn't a gun at all; she was trying to make a fool of him! Well Phillip H. Ward wasn't anyone's fool, and he would show her! A thin smile spread across his face as his body relaxed and then tensed, ready to make a move.

"Charlotte. You little dyke, you really shouldn't mess with me."

Phil spun around, swiping at Charlotte with his claws. The girl managed to jump back slightly, tucking in her stomach thanks to her time in the ring, but she didn't anticipate the extra reach that the claws provided the bully. A thin wet sound echoed slightly across the room as Phil's claws tore through the midriff of Charlotte's shirt and sliced the skin of her belly, sending a thin spray of blood across the immediate area. It was a shallow wound, not much more than a paper cut, but from an outsiders point of view it looked a lot more graphic than it actually was.

"Cause you're going to get cut bitch!"

Stepping to one side, pointing one claw at Charlotte and the other in the direction of the two boys Phil started to rant.

"Now get the fuck out of here you cunt, you two make any sudden movements and I'm going to jam this in your throat."

The situation was spiraling out of control for the hockey player, not that he ever had it. He wasn't prepared to do anything drastic just yet but the red rage had started to take a hold of him and he was having trouble thinking clearly. Having stepped fully in to the room he had left enough space for the two boys to bolt if needed. Phil wasn't the fastest kid in Bayview but if anyone came at him, god damn it there would be blood, and it wasn't going to be his.
Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
[+] spoiler
The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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