Yes It Is

A long, swinging bridge that crosses a deep ravine heading into the uninhabited part of the island. The bridge sways eerily in the wind and the fall into the ravine below almost certainly spells doom for anyone who happens to lose their balance or step too close to the edge.
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March 2nd, 2008, 7:23 am #11

They were on the ground. Harry couldn't see the gun, but he hadn't been shot as far as he could tell (and it would be easy to tell) so he concentrated on finishing the deed. The boy under him struggled and kicked, clipping one of Harry's testicles with a pain that only a hit in the junk could. A momentary panic set in as the crotch shot took effect, threatening to take him out of commission long enough to render him fucked. Owen tried to push him off but he held himself down on top of him, raising the shiv.

"Nobody'll ever know who you are..." Harry hissed at him, his eyes wide with heightened adrenaline. He could feel the pain-driven urge to relent taking him over, but he tried desperately to ignore it because backing off and taking a breather was not an option. Finding bloodlust coming suddenly over him (likely stemming from the nasty shot inflicted by the boy pinned under him) Harry made a crazed effort to dig the jagged metal spike into his left eye.

'...unless you earn it!'


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March 2nd, 2008, 7:45 am #12

Julie kept the handgun trained on Adam while he began unzipping the pack and sifting through the contents, watching with an ever-calm, ever-reticent sort of patience as be began going through each of the items in his back, one by one.

So it was lightbulbs after all... then again, he could've gotten them from anywhere, could be? Julie frowned slightly at the thought, but let it go.

Her attention was turned but briefly to the boy that was being attacked on the bridge, while the three of them only stood there, watching. She bit her lip slightly, narrowing her eyes and scowling a bit as though ridden with some sort of inner conflict or turmoil. But it faded away as quickly as it had appeared, sinking beneath an ice-cold surface.

Though she carefully noted with mental precision each and every item he showed-and-told, Julie couldn't help but observe him with a certain amount of curiousity. The way he suddenly went off into a tangent and into his own rants, lashing out with a sort of stinging sarcasm that was no less than bitter, it was obvious that he was driven beyond the edge of his patience, to say the very least. And Julie couldn't blame him. She was the one pointing the gun after all, to someone who she barely knew person-to-person, to someone who'd never done her any harm before now, to someone who probably just wanted to survive and live life his own way as much as she did.

Julie had chosen her path. That meant that she had chosen her burdens as well.

She said nothing, her expression and stance unchanging, even as he went off into his own bouts of frustration and anger, even as he threw those cards at her. It was obvious that she was the subject he'd decided to vent on just now, all of his bitterness, resent, hatred… all of it that had accumulated since God-knew-how-long was the fuel that heated his words and his defiant gestures.

She did blink slightly as he threw the book into the ravine.

"....I loved that book." Julie said quietly.

Now that he was finished, her expression still didn’t change, though the gun did lower somewhat slightly.

She directly met his defiant gaze with a reticent one. “We’ll see,” she told him simply, in reply to his question. “In the meantime, I still have questions to ask.”

Her expression hardened slightly, as though she loathed to even think about the owner of the name that she was about to make mention of.

“Danya. Whoever wins SOTF gets to meet him, right? You had a chance to talk to him, did you not? Were collected weapons allowed off the island and if not, how were you able to stab him in the leg? For how long did you two get a chance to discuss? What is security like during escort off the island?”

MATSUDAAAAAAAAAAAA~

Lady's Lineup:

Alive: Julie Mikan(at the Marsh), Alice Jones(at the Jailhouse)

Dead: Luke Rowan, Nadine Willowbrook, Galen Neilson

v4: Mina "Yulin" Bathory, Gwynnes "Gwyn" Whitaker
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March 3rd, 2008, 1:15 am #13

Adam Dodd was angry. That much was painfully obvious to anyone within earshot. His liberal use of the word 'fuck' was a dead giveaway, though the teen with the silver-tipped tongue could be seen as angry from more than simply the words he was using. Everything screamed angry about him, from his body language, vocal intonations, and hand gestures. It all expressed that Adam Dodd was not someone who you wanted to piss off. Of course, if you had a gun, and were pointing it right at his head, this didn't matter much. However, Adam's anger was dealt a left hook when Julie quietly commented on the book that Adam had hastily tossed into the ravine and out of sight. Surprised at the response, he was taken completely aback. Of all the things she could have done to react to his tirade, that was certainly not the one he expected. As his shoulders slumped, he looked at her with not the face of anger, but the face of someone talking to a classmate.

If it'd been any other day, that's probably what it would have been. But it wasn't, and there was no forgetting it.

"...it's a heck of a book..."

Adam spoke quietly, and then shook his head and snapped out of it, putting his shields back up and looking at the girl as she started asking him questions about the last time, when he'd won...a little perplexed, he narrowed his eyes at her.

"What's with the interrogation? Uh..."

Pausing, he shrugged a bit, his anger replaced by a bitterness that was easily visible. His voice was noticably lower and he seemed to have exerted more energy than he'd planned on.

"Danya? Yeah...I met the bastard. He's a creepy son of a bitch. It's...it's kind of weird, actually. He kind of looks like a younger, more evil version of Christopher Walken. If you can believe that. Walken's a pretty scary-looking guy already. But...yeah. Dark hair, had a tan from what I recall - though it looked a little like the fake-'n-bake kind. And...I think you're hearin' a wrong version of events. I didn't stab him in the leg. At least, that's not the big wound I gave him. I slashed him right in the face, but I missed his jugular. The knife itself?"

He shrugged, and scratched the back of his neck.

"I hid it in my sock, or strapped it to my leg, or something. I figured I'd need it when fighting Cody Jenson, but I never got to use it. He shot Crosby in the head, I ran him through with a sword, and then I ended up shooting Jack O'Connor. So when they asked me to dump my weapons, I did, except the knife...and shit, they didn't say anything about it. So I didn't, either."

Adam yawned a little bit. He hadn't slept, and the fatigue was creeping in on him a bit.

"So yeah, they take your weapons that aren't at least a bit concealed. Then a bunch of soldiery-type guys come up and take you on to some little boat thing, pointing guns and you and shit. I distinctly remember that I made fun of one of them, and one of the other ones actually joined me and ripped on him too. It was a little odd. Here I am, a prisoner, here these guys are, who're fucking responsible for it, and me and one of the terrorists are sitting there making fun of one of the other guys. Surreal as shit, for sure. What else could I do? Glare at them? I figured maybe there's always the possibility that one of them decides that this shit is fucked, flips, kills the rest of his mates, and helps me out of a shitty situation. Course, that never happened - that's just a fuckin' pipe-dream, of course. If you're doing what kind of crap they did - you don't flip on your boss. You've got to have a huge resolve to just go along with kidnapping and killing hundreds of teenagers. But yeah...then they took me to a larger boat, and brought me to a room, where I got to meet the big cheese himself, fat fuck Danya. And he's definitely got a bit of a belly."

Adam paused again, trying to remember back to his meeting with Danya.

"As far as what we talked about...I think a lot of it was just me asking him why. It didn't make sense to me; still doesn't, really. Why attack kids if you have beef with the states. He didn't give me any kind of specific answer, I think he wanted to try and out-rant me. Of course, like most people who try, he failed. And then he let his guard down, and the power went out, and I lunged at him. Sliced him up pretty well, too. Was about to finish the jjob when his guards jumped me. Knocked me on the back of the head, and then the next thing I remember, I'm in some car with a bag over my head...I get tossed out, land on the ground...I untie myself, take the bag off, and I'm lying in front of Barry Coleson High. Right back where I started."

Adam sighed a bit.

"There. I've answered your questions. I hope this helps you, in whatever you're planning. Thinking of trying to win? Good luck. You have to outlast hundreds of other people, and make sure not to die of any wounds you sustain along the way. If I hadn't been taught how to sew my wounds shut, or if Hawley hadn't been there to do it for me? I'd have been screwed over. Winning isn't easy; have no illusions about it."

He stopped, and looked down the road at the battle that was going on, that he was helpless to prevent.

"So...that it? You know, most of that shti, you could've read in the papers. Or watched the damn DVD, or whatever."
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B077 - Adam Dodd: You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain. The truth lies somewhere in between.
B087 - Sidney Crosby: It's only cowardice if other people are around to tell you so. Otherwise, it's survival.
B092 - Eddie Serjeantson: Fully in charge, but not much of an arborist.
B013 - Andrew Ponikarovsky: Probably could have used a proper license and a driving lesson.
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B011 - Adam Amato: Refused to besmirch those walls.
B099 - John Sheppard: Went out with a bang.
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G034 - Jamie Li: Left us far before her time.
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March 3rd, 2008, 2:54 am #14

Julie's expression remained cold and stolid as Adam began answering her questions to more detail than she'd ever ask for. Given that, it was probably due to all of that bitterness residing inside him about the whole thing. To be honest? Julie felt a bit of remorse. It was obvious that this person...Adam Dodd, he'd been through more than most, went through Hell, survived, and came back. Now here he was, being forced to uncover those half-buried memories are likely best left forgotten. Julie herself had a hand in that...she was the one pointing the gun at him and putting him through this interrogation. For that, she felt guilty.

As much as it was hard not to be taken in by his story, Julie fought to pay attention to the details that she was looking for.

So...they had gotten a bit sloppy in making sure the winner was unarmed. Likely they'd be tenfold as careful second...no, third time around.

And as she'd thought...the winner of SOTF...earned the chance.... to meet Danya himself.

That was the most important thing that required confirmation for Julie. If she could get that chance...there would be answers. And most of all? If all went well, she would be able to find out where 'he' was....and find 'him' again....

Julie's ordinarily icy green eyes suddenly blinked and widened as a thought came to her. The look that suddenly appeared on her face was one of desperation, the expression of one that yearned deeply and painfully for something...be it answers, or something that was far beyond her reach. She opened her mouth again, though this time her voice faltered slightly. "Um...when you were on the boat...did you meet-" She paused, correcting herself. "I mean...one of the terrorists. Did you manage to get a good look at them? Did you happen to come across someone who looked like-"

...Her voice suddenly locked.

Her eyes widened as the realization struck her, sending her mind in a numbing cloud. The sickening feeling that resulted from that sudden epiphany was enough to make her shift her balance uncomfortably.

....His face...

Tears suddenly came to her eyes.

....I don't remember....his face....

...

To think that she had been searching for someone this long. Without a name. Without a face in her mind.

"...Nevermind. Forget that question."

She bit her lip. Though it was a struggle, that unnaturally cold and unemotional expression returned to her face, though her eyes were slightly moist.

"I..." She started to answer Adam's question this time. "I wanted to hear it from the person who'd been through it and survived." Julie lowered the gun slightly.

"...Thank you. For answering my questions."

As Adam Dodd told her not to get her hopes up about winning, she closed her eyes and turned her face towards the side somewhat, looking away from him.

"I guess this is the part where I start explaining myself."

She took a deep breath...as though to prepare herself, then looked at him directly again, arm still slightly outstretched.

"You're right. I am going to try and win...In case you were wondering, yes, I am what you would call a player. Going to be one, at least. I haven't killed anybody. Not yet anyways. To be honest, I never would have expected that the first person I'd encounter on this island would be the winner and sole survivor of version one, namely Adam Dodd."

"I don't know how you managed to survive the first game...whether it was by sheer luck, skill, or merely by your own drive. Either way, I do know this."

"You AREN'T going to win a second time. The survivor of Version Three? As much as there are a large number of things that I have my doubts on, I'm sure that it isn't going to be you. You must realize this too, don't you? Maybe you were lucky the first time, but luck isn't going to give you another second chance."

She said this...not gloating, not in contempt or anything of the sort. If anything, it was as though she were stating a fact, simple and pure.


"That's because the winner is going to be me. I'm going to play this game and survive, whatever the cost, whether it be my own humanity. Or the lives of others. No matter how many people I have to hurt, no matter how many lives I have to take, I am going to survive and leave this island."

There was a certain brightness in her eyes as she said this, as though they were alit with a burning flame on the inside.

"Because I have to survive. I can't die here. I have to win this game, no matter how hard it is for me, no matter how many wounds I collect, no matter how many people are against me and how few are with me. Even if I have to kill everyone on this island, including you, Adam Dodd, I will leave this island. I don't have any illusions, and I know... knew...from the very beginning that it would be a hard one. Just hearing you say it though, made it all the more clear. That said..."

The gun was lowered completely this time, and she took out the stock holster that came along with it, placing it inside, and sliding it the pocket of her trenchcoat, which she only wore around the waist, arms removed from her sleeves. She started to turn away, as though to leave.

"...Just thought that I would let you know, in case we do meet again.... someday, somewhere, on this island. Who knows. Maybe when more people are playing the game, and we're both still alive and struggling, we'll bump into eachother again. Just by chance. Just like now. To be honest? I'm hoping that won't ever happen."

Because if I see you again, I will have to kill you. She thought as she turned away completely from him this time, a pang of remorse in her chest.

MATSUDAAAAAAAAAAAA~

Lady's Lineup:

Alive: Julie Mikan(at the Marsh), Alice Jones(at the Jailhouse)

Dead: Luke Rowan, Nadine Willowbrook, Galen Neilson

v4: Mina "Yulin" Bathory, Gwynnes "Gwyn" Whitaker
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March 3rd, 2008, 3:54 am #15

Owen felt something press against his eye. It hurt like a bitch, and Owen noted this by screaming like a banshee. He squirmed under the other boy's weight, gasping for air as he tried another resilient effort to push his attacker off, using all of his upper body strength to help his cause. Nothing would probably come of this venture, as Owen was going to die anyway. He sobbed, tears falling down his eyes (along with a tiny trail of blood) as he fought for his life.

Then he remembered.

The gun! Please, please still be there!

He could see his BB gun in the corner of his right eye. Hope, life.... it was staring at him. He could get out of this situation. He could live. He could survive. His right hand slipped over to the weapon, gripping down on it and pulling the trigger three times. Three warning shots that really sounded like three real gunshots. Owen slipped his right hand under Harry, putting the barrel of the gun right under the crook of the boy's neck, growling loudly as he fought the temptation to cry again.

"G-Get the fuck off of me," he barked, "or I swear to god that I'll pull this trigger and fill your head with lead!"
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March 3rd, 2008, 6:54 am #16

"Strange, how that works. You're a player who hasn't killed anyone. I'm not a player, and I've killed twelve people. Aren't we confused, or what?"

Adam's heart finally stopped trying to burst its way out of his chest, and his pulse began to ease its way back to normal. Having a gun pointed at one's head generally will do that to you, and now that Julie had lowered her weapon and explained herself, Adam couldn't help but feel a sense of relief flood over himself. It was amazing, really.

Every single time I've had someone holding me at an obvious disadvantage, or at gunpoint, or whatever, I've cursed and carried on, ranted and raved, and generally just been a complete asshole, and I somehow manage to get out alive. I hate to think of the old cliché 'nine lives' thing, but how does that keep fuckin' happening?

Not that he was complaining. He'd fought damn hard to survive once, and now that he had to do it over again...

Hell, I'll do it again if I have to.

Something struck him as odd about the girl's wording, however. Her proclaimation that Adam would not be the winner again struck a chord with him. In all fairness, she was correct. The odds of Adam making it through again were absolutely astronomical. He'd have to manage to remain relatively healthy throughout most of the game, and find something way better in terms of a weapon. Adam knew that it was possible, but so was winning the lottery. So was contracting a fatal form of cancer. Anything was possible, but not everything was probable. There was no way that anyone was going to let him get anywhere near the final four, and that much he knew.

Though...the look on Danya's face sure would be hysterical. Imagine that, I walk in again, and he takes one look at me and shits out a brick. The satisfaction of that would almost be too much to handle.

But luck had as much to do with winning as survival skills did. Adam had gotten lucky a whole hell of a lot in V1, and while he hated to admit it, luck didn't seem to be giving him a whole lot of leeway this time around. As far as his health, he was perfectly healthy at the moment, save for a slight dull throb where his shoulder had been dislocated, but he was okay. Who knew for how long? The doctors had told him that if he hadn't been given antibiotics by the terrorists immediately after he'd left the island, he would have succumbed to his wounds within twenty-four hours. If the game had lasted one more day, Adam Dodd would certainly not have won. So as Julie proclaimed that she herself would fight as hard as she could to win the game, Adam couldn't help but smile a genuine smile.

"It's funny that you should say that...it really is. No sarcasm. It's funny, because I've heard almost those exact words said aloud before...the first time around, there was one person who was as determined as anyone to try and get out alive. That guy...God, who was that...?"

Adam smirked, knowing full well who it was who'd said those words.

"Oh, right. It was me. Julie...I don't mean to be an asshole, I really don't. It's just that...after all this? It just kind of happens naturally. But take me at face value when I tell you that playing the game? It's not the way to go."

Adam bit his lip, knowing that she'd put her gun down, and hoped that she wouldn't reconsider and decide to blow him away, regardless of what she'd said about meeting again - or not wanting to. Her voice was laced with remorse, and Adam felt this.

Jeez...reminds me of Hawley Faust all over again...

"Playing the game...Julie, how many players have won? How many people have tried to play the game but realized far-too-late that they weren't capable of it? There's a lot of names out there. Bryan...the winner of the second version of this program? I researched him. Hell...I've never met the guy, nor do I even know what he's even doing now...but he's the other winner...the other one who got out. He started off playing, but stopped...because his humanity took over before it was too late. If you commit yourself to playing the game, you lose yourself in it, and it takes you over. You become paranoid; you alienate people who you might have been better off using as allies...it's not the way to go. You don't play to win this game, and win. You win by accident, more than anything. You want to know how to really make it far?"

Adam smirked, almost unbelieving at the fact that he was so freely sharing the information with everyone. He'd said it to Andy and Sean at the church, but he didn't think that it'd had the same impact that it might on Julie.

"Survival is the key to this whole thing. You don't play to win. You don't...play, at all. You just try and keep yourself alive. That's the most important thing. Strike only when you're attacked, try and ensure that you and the people around you stay safe from harm. It's a futile goal, but if you work together towards that common goal, you'll probably last a lot longer than if you go around shooting people at random. Plus..."

Adam gestured at the pistol around her hip.

"...you've got a formidable weapon. People are afraid of guns. I had several pistols and a shotgun last time around, and a lot of people wanted me on their side. If you have a gun, people won't want to piss you off. In fa-"

Adam was cut off by a squeal, which wrenched his attention to the other side of the bridge. The struggle was still going on, and it looked like the smaller student was losing the battle.

Shit! That kid's getting fuckin' lynched, and...

Taking a second to ponder his options, Adam decided to essentially disregard the advice that he'd just given Julie. It may have been hypocritical, but hypocracy be damned - it was his advice, and he could decide not to follow it if he saw fit. Even though he knew that acting in this situation might not end well for him.

Fuck it.

Turning his head back towards Julie, Adam bent down and shovelled all of his things back into his pack, and reached inside and unzipped one of the internal pockets in his pack. Withdrawing the knife, he held it up in the air, and shrugged at Julie.

"That's the other thing I've learned - you always have to assume that whoever you're talking to is concealing a weapon, because nine times out of ten, they probably are. It's like I said before - how do you think I managed to take a bite out of crime?"

Unfolding the switchblade, Adam glanced at the sharp blade, and gestured to the struggle on the other side of the bridge.

"Look. I don't know what you're thinking right now, I don't know if you're now going to shoot me because I hid a weapon, and quite frankly, I don't really care. But I can't just sit back anymore and let THAT happen. I'm sorry, but I just can't. It goes against everything that I just said, but that's my fatal flaw. As much as I've experienced, and as much shit as I've been through, I stlll can't just sit around and let someone else get killed because they don't happen to be good at the whole 'natural selection' thing, alright? Now, you can either shoot me, or you can help me. I'll leave the choice up to you. But I'm not letting this go on any more. I can't. Fuck, I won't."

Turning around, not knowing if Julie was now aiming her gun at him (and not really thinking about that possibility), Adam slipped his pack around his back, and with the knife in his right hand, started to make his way towards the struggling boys across the way. He made decent time getting across the bridge, and he saw that the smaller boy had a very vsible wound in his eye, and was reaching for something - a gun of sorts. Not sure who exactly was the agressor (though assuming it was the kid who was lying on the ground), Adam took a step forward and tried to give the Asian kid a shove with his left hand.

Adam may have been a murderer himself, but he still had the shred of humanity inside of him that said that murder was wrong, especially when it was the (supposedly) strong preying upon the weak.

Look at me, I'm a fuckin' modern-day Robin Hood...and where're my tights?

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Connor Lorenzen: When you're this good, image is everything.
Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
Memories: 1

Morgan Dragosavich: Ahh, I'll figure shit out later. Let's go!
Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
Memories: 1

Ross Miller: Just hangin' out, man.
Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Memories: 1 - 2

Claudeson Bademosi: It's a beautiful day, I think.
Pregame: 1 - 2
Memories: 1

Ariana Moretti: The verbal assassin.
Pregame: 1 - 2
Memories: 1
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B007 - Keith Jackson: At the end of the road he's running, looking back to survey where he's been.
B077 - Adam Dodd: You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain. The truth lies somewhere in between.
B087 - Sidney Crosby: It's only cowardice if other people are around to tell you so. Otherwise, it's survival.
B092 - Eddie Serjeantson: Fully in charge, but not much of an arborist.
B013 - Andrew Ponikarovsky: Probably could have used a proper license and a driving lesson.
G005 - Amanda Jones: A breath of fresh air, and in the end, that was all it took.
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B033 - Cole Hudson: Sprung a leak.
B011 - Adam Amato: Refused to besmirch those walls.
B099 - John Sheppard: Went out with a bang.
B122 - Ryan Atwell: Couldn't help but write a "Dear John" letter.
G034 - Jamie Li: Left us far before her time.
B011/99 - Burton Harris/Ken Lawson: The Kermit-squad.
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March 3rd, 2008, 8:15 am #17

The gunshots acted as an immediate catalyst to Harry's panicked adrenaline. This was what he'd been afraid of. Fucking gun, had it even been worth risking his life?

'Shit!' What made the situation worse was that he'd indeed inflicted a wound upon the short boy's eye, which was more likely than not excruciating and would decide his fate much quicker than his intended victim was letting on. Who knew precisely which second would bring Harry's meal ticket exploding out of the business end of that gun?

Someone was quickly approaching them, as if Harry didn't have enough terrifying life-or-death shit to deal with already. The cold hard muzzle of the gun pressed against his neck was definitely his primary dilemma of course. He had to do something quick. Like...now, quick.

'Think fast!'

And think fast Harry did. With no other option but to risk the fatal gunshot wound, he struck quickly at the short boy's other eye with the shiv in his right hand. His left shot simultaneously to the short boy's gun hand, attempting to grip his in a complimentary fashion to the gun and force his trigger finger. His head he pulled frantically off to the side (namely away from the gun!), getting nothing more than a second's glance at the third party he was attempting to shoot at before being shoved off of the other boy.


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Ciel
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March 3rd, 2008, 9:57 pm #18

Owen squirmed, noticing that Harry was going for his other eye. He raised his hand up to grip at the shiv, trying desperately to push his hand away from his face while not letting go of his gun. He felt tired, not to mention that he was sobbing like a little baby during the whole ordeal.

Then... Harry was pushing his gun away for some reason, but Owen was too focused on not losing both of his eyes to notice. He could see from the corner of his though that someone was running over. Somewhere in the distance, although he really couldn't make out who it was. Then he noticed... that Harry was pointing it exactly at the figure.

Owen could only smirk. Wow... that really does look like a real gun...

When he finally remembered what it was they were fighting over, Owen knew that there might be a chance that he could get out of this situation with his eye intact. He let go of his grip on the bb gun, focusing solely on keeping the shiv in the asian man's hand. With all of his might and all of his strength buried inside of him, Owen fought desperately to keep the knife away from him.

There's going to be help. You'll be saved... Just hold him off! You're going to be fine! Don't freak out!

His mouth obviously didn't listen to his mind's advice.

"Ahh! Somebody! Help!" He began to scream, his strength starting to weaken.
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Mr. Danya
Joined: October 8th, 2006, 11:08 pm

March 3rd, 2008, 10:31 pm #19

As he gave the Asian kid a shove off the other kid, he realized all too late that the Asian had disarmed his attackee of what looked to be a pistol, and was in the midst of now firing it right in his general direction.

Um...oh shit!

At the distance he was standing away from the two of them now, he had absolutely no time to move out of the way before he felt something slam into his chest and knock him right down onto his ass. Screaming out in surprised pain, his hand flew to his chest, eyes clenched tight in pain.

"AH! Fucking hell!"

As he moved his hand away and glanced down, he saw that oddly enough, he wasn't bleeding, and it sure didn't feel like it had the other times he'd been shot. Perhaps the bullet had been a dud? Trying to shake the pain off, and pulling himself to his feet as he rubbed his chest, trying to rub out the bumblebees that were buzzing around underneath his hoody and shirt, Adam realized that the gun was not in fact a real gun. It looked very real, but on second glance, it looked almost like a BB-gun.

Fucker shot me with a friggin' BB gun! Son of a bitch!

Knowing now that this was probably a poor idea, Adam stumbled forward and fighting back pain, clumsily stabbed forward with his switchblade, hoping to catch the Asian between the ribs.
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LadyMakaze
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Joined: September 22nd, 2006, 2:19 am

March 3rd, 2008, 11:06 pm #20

Julie was in the midst of leaving the scene, and those present to pursue another location, though she halted from taking another step as Adam spoke again. She did not turn around, but did stop to listen to what he had to say.

It was almost funny in a way. To think that he was giving her advice after she'd pointed a gun at him. To be honest? She'd never had the intention to shoot him in the first place, unless he outright attacked her or something that irrational. All she had wanted was answers, as well as an idea of who exactly she was up against.

And while they were at it...a bit of advice to go along with that didn't sound like too bad of a deal either.

Julie bit her lip slightly as she listened, back still facing him, though it probably wasn't the wisest thing to do at the moment. She didn't really want anyone to see her face at this moment.

He had a point. Even so, she knew the burdens she'd take on when playing the game. Well, she had an idea...but in a way, she was prepared, wasn't she? If she could just keep telling herself that killing was neccessary, that it was something that she absolutely had to do... then it wouldn't be so bad, would it? Julie believed herself to be strong enough. Surely she wouldn't lose herself to madness as long as she kept the eventual goal in mind at all times.

And as for allies... It wasn't as though Julie couldn't trust anyone else. Rather, she simply couldn't trust herself with them.

Escape was impossible, the last two games confirmed that. The only way to survive was to be the last person standing, to win the game. Allies were nice to have as moral support. Friends too. But to commit yourself to a group of people, knowing that you'll have to betray them later in order to win the game...

There was no sense in that.

It was good advice, Julie knew. It came from someone who'd been there all the way and back, it made sense, and he was correct in several aspects. Even though Julie couldn't find any use for that kind of advice, maybe it would do others some good-

...Maybe it would do HIM some good if he listened to his own advice... Julie thought, bewildered, as she turned just in time to see Adam running off towards the confrontation at the bridge.

...And she should have known, she thought dryly. That knife.

Sneaky little motherfucker.

Julie had a look of conflict on her face. She could see where Adam was coming from, there was no call for the strong to oppress the weak. Julie herself lived by a strong moral compass, one that she was about to disregard once she got her feet wet as a player. But... just because she was going to stray from the path didn't mean she had to abandon it completely, right?

Without a further thought, she followed him. This didn't have to happen, did it? The smaller boy was about to be utterly massacred by the other, it seemed. She removed the VP-70 from it's holster once again, intending to use it as a way to get the two to separate...

She frowned as she approached, surveying the situation, not quite sure what was going on. That smaller boy...he had a gun? And it was being pointed at Adam?

Before she could react, a shot rang out, and it was immediately clear to Julie that Adam had caught the brunt of it. What in the world was going on? Did the kid just try to shoot Adam?

There was no time to think about that now, Julie had to lend her hand in incapacitating the most immediately dangerous person there... namely the smaller boy, who was on the ground, still holding the gun.

She aimed the gun directly at the boy on the ground, placed her finger against the trigger, and pulled back. She gritted her teeth together against the recoil as the pistol was fired, the resounding blast in its wake resonating in the air.

MATSUDAAAAAAAAAAAA~

Lady's Lineup:

Alive: Julie Mikan(at the Marsh), Alice Jones(at the Jailhouse)

Dead: Luke Rowan, Nadine Willowbrook, Galen Neilson

v4: Mina "Yulin" Bathory, Gwynnes "Gwyn" Whitaker
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