As students move away from the residential area, they will find a large coastline and a long section of beach. Lining the coastline is an area of small rocks that form a layer that students will have to cross before they reach the beach itself. The sand is wet and grainy, studded with rocks and seashells with occasional pieces of driftwood scattered across it. It is a peaceful place to sit and contemplate life - as well as death.* Threads Allowed: 3 *

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September 14th, 2010, 11:22 pm #1

((Colin Falcone continued from Tunnel Vision.))

That one monumental step out of the darkness and into the light left the pair of boys in a clearing. To their right stood a large, church like building. And to the left, the water. The calming sound of the water lapping against the shores of this forsaken island sounded strangely soothing to the guilt addled boy. Hey, the ocean and the beach were supposed to wash all your troubles away. Right? The soothing song... Hey, he could have the beach campfire that he had always wanted.

Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.

And so Colin led Tim towards the sound of the water and the ocean. That soothing respite, where he hoped he could leave his guilt; at least for the moment. His gait was long and awkward as he made his way across the terrain. The beach was only a fifteen minute walk from the exit of the tunnel; however Colin really wouldn't have minded if it was halfway across the island. He just wanted to be as far away from that damn place as possible. With each breath, each step, more and more did the boy lose that composure that he struggled to retain, and more and more tears began to fall in mourning of Tony Russo. While he prayed that a good night's rest would relieve some of his pain, he knew better. And while he longed for those days, he was no longer a naive little boy. The events in the tunnel had clinched that.

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The rest of that afternoon had been spent gathering firewood to build a small fire on the sand. And as dusk finally began to approach the eerily silent pair, the fire has just began to burn. A couple of matches that Colin has brought along for the sole purpose of 'just in case' on the class trip made themselves quite useful in this regard. And as the tinder and driftwood burned slowly, creating a warming reddish glow, the boy finally spoke for the first time in hours.

"D...Do you blame me for what happened?"

As if his mouth was the Hoover dam, allowing it to open finally let all of the emotion go that he had been holding back since meeting Tim at the mouth of the Cave. It started with a quiet sob. And then another. While his face was masked by the leaping flame and searing hot air between the pair, the noises couldn't be drowned out by the crackling of the fire. Heat radiating from the blaze baked the tears to Colin's cheeks before they ever had a chance to splash to their doom in the sand.

"I... I didn't want to do it. I really didn't." He sniffed in hard, trying to hold his facial features to at least some standard. "He... Was in so much pain... I... Am I a murderer?" His pained voice drowned out the crickets and other various animals on the island. And as much as he didn't want to put any of this with or on his only friend on the island, he couldn't physically stop himself. His chest hurt with each sob, his head hurt with each teardrop. And his heart hurt with the blazing intensity of the sun. At least the pain let him know he was still alive though. Still human; by some stretch of someone's imagination.

"How am I going to go on?" A question posed to no one in-particular, rhetorical in reality. However the question hung on the air, as if the sea's breeze were tossing it to and fro. The pain in his chest continued to build as he whimpered softly, slowly curling into a ball, his arms wrapped around his knees, his pack tossed carelessly into the sand.
Coming soon to a deathmatch near you:
Garry Brooks - Swave Countryboy
Jade Aurora - Tomboy Drummer
Jasmine Tolle - Pacifistiic Artist

Memories of those past:
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B008 - Peter McCue - "Welcome home Katlin." - "DECEASED" - (Killcount: 0) - St. Paul, Minnesota [RANK: 82/276]
B011 - Chadd Crossen - "Janet... I forgive you for everything." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Northern Cliffs: Sometimes Sanctuary isn't That Far Away... [RANK: 242/276]
B018 - Colin Falcone - Damned if Danya could stop him; even in death. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Antonio Russo) - The Costal Woods: One Final Bow [RANK: 161/276]
G020 - Jacquard "Jackie" Broughten - She was never really alone at all. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Maria Santiago) - The Tunnels: Peripeteia [RANK: 106/276]
B100 - Rekka Saionji - "Real... men... don't cry." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Tunnels: It Knows Nothing of Whim [RANK: 208/276]
What is wrong with you people?!
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(7:07:51 PM) Little: "TAKE THAT MOM. YOU TRIED TO PROTECT ME, BUT I'VE BEEN TEN COCKS DEEP 24/SEV-UNNNNNN"
Rattlesnake: ...He says confidently after burning his roll null. I think Ciel just punched the RNG in the face.
Namira: Ciel: Punch RNG in the snout to establish superiority.
KamiKaze: I think Kyle enjoys the scent of poor people.
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September 16th, 2010, 3:47 am #2

((Timothy Questiare continued from Tunnel Vision))

Tim Questiare followed behind Colin as the two walked away from the tunnels. He wouldn't mind if they never went back there again.. His mind kept replaying the scene of Tony's attack again and again in his mind. He tried to will these thought away, but they just kept returning. He hated this. He wasn't the one that was supposed to be suffering over this... It was Colin who was forced to finish what he started after fatally wounding Tony. That was undoubtedly much harder for him than Tim. Tim didn't have to do anything.. He just stood in watch. The only thing he could think about was how great it felt to have his gun back in his own palm... Selfish.

Once the boys reached a beach, Tim marked down their location on his map and stuffed it into his duffel bag. The two had only walked for about ten or fifteen minutes, so they were most likely at the northern beach. Laying down his bag, he examined the scenery and almost smiled. On an island full of murder and bloodshed, there were still pockets of beauty. Nature was still going on about its own business. The soft white sand, the lapping waves, the bright sky above them.

Colin suggested a campfire, and Tim didn't disagree. He wouldn't mind sitting by the warmth and just resting. Sure, they might attract attention with a fire, but... he had a gun! They would be okay as long as he kept the firearm in near sight.

Once the fire began to burn, Tim settled down into the sand and held his hands out. It wasn't particularly cold on the island, but he felt like warming his hands was something he was supposed to do... It wasn't like he had marshmallows or anything. He didn't bother to strike up a conversation with Colin, since he figured his friend was probably just thinking or something. It would be inappropriate to interrupt his line of thoughts.

Time passed, and the sound of Colin's voice broke Tim from his trance. He had been staring into the flames ahead of him, thoughts rushing through his mind. "Huh?" he asked, looking over at Colin. "Blame?" It took him a moment to collect his thoughts, but when he replied, he sounded blunt and honest. "Of course not, Colin! How could I blame you? Tony attacked us! He tackled me to the ground and threw a bag at your head! I'm sorry for talking badly about the dead here, but he was being a total moron!"

He doubted the last part of his sentence would make Colin feel any better, but it was how he truly felt.

Tim looked at Colin's face, and he realized that he had begun to cry again. He sighed and looked away, tracing nondescript shapes into the sand. "Besides, I was the one with the gun... I should have just kept it in my bag... or... or concealed," he muttered lamely. It was a poor excuse to take the blame away from Colin, but... he sort of felt that was true, in all honesty. Maybe it was Tim's fault...

He looked over at Colin and frowned. He was sobbing loudly and asking if he was a murderer. Tim's face sunk quite a bit. Colin was really taking this hard! "No! You aren't a murderer! Please stop crying, Colin. You defended us.. I mean, I have you to thank! If you wouldn't have done anything, he might have hurt us.. Hell, I don't know. You're a good person, and.. We're gunna see a lot of messed up stuff here, but.. it's inevitable," he said, feeling worse with every word he spoke. This would not make Colin feel better.. Why was Tim such a moron?

Tim buried his face into his hands at the sight of Colin tucking himself into the fetal position. Oh, God. While Colin was thinking, 'How am I going to go on?', Tim was desperately thinking, 'What in the hell am I supposed to do?'

Raising his face from his hands, he looked over at Colin and grit his teeth. He wasn't angry at his friend, he was just... Well, he felt useless. Tim couldn't relate...

Tim stood up and walked over to Colin, attempting to pull his arms away from his knees. "Come on, get up... It'll do you no good to sit here and grieve and think about Tony. It was horrible, I know.. And I'm really sorry, but I think you should just put it out of your mind. If you keep thinking about.. the past.." he paused and took a deep breath. He sounded so cheesy, but... he usually did. "it'll only bite you in the behind. So.. please get up."

"Please go back to being the friendly and kind Colin that I know. I hate seeing you cry," Tim thought to himself, a frown lining his face. He would have wrinkles at this rate with how much he was frowning.


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September 18th, 2010, 12:04 am #3

"Come on, get up... It'll do you no good to sit here and grieve and think about Tony. It was horrible, I know.. And I'm really sorry, but I think you should just put it out of your mind. If you keep thinking about.. the past.. It'll only bite you in the behind. So.. please get up."

Colin knew Tim's heart was in the right place with everything he said. But for some reason, his friend's consoling did little to pacify the sorrow that he felt. He continued to sob, trying to pull himself together for his friend's sake. Poor Tim sounded just as distraught as he was. Colin wasn't sure exactly why Tim was so distraught, but his current state couldn't be helping any.

A deep breath. He forced a calming wave through himself as he tried to recollect himself. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, listening to the calming sound of the waves lapping against the sand, the roaring crackle of the fire burning on the earth. If it weren't for the bloody nature of this forsaken island, this would be beautiful, and serene. Hey, if he hadn't been kidnapped they may be doing this anyways somewhere near a lake or something.

"Hey, Tim." He sounded sullen and downtrodden, but no longer was the waiver in his voice. "I always used to sing when I was a kid to calm myself down... Maybe it will help this time." He forced the most fake chuckle he had ever had the displeasure of hearing. "Too bad my guitar is nowhere in sight..."

He took another deep breath.

His voice echoed, the lapping of the waves and crackling of the fire holding the melody for this particular song, playing straight from his heart. The anguish in his voice was evident, the raw emotion not only influencing the lyrics, but the power that the words themselves held.

"I was meant for the stage..."
"I was meant for the curtain."
"I was meant to tread these boards..."
"Of this much I am certain."


"I was meant for the crowd..."
"I was meant for the shouting."
"I was meant to raise these hands,"
"With quiet all about me...."


"Oh... Oh..."

"Mother, please be proud..."
"Father, be forgiving..."
"Even though you told me,"
'Son, you'll never make a living.'
"Oh.. oh..."


The wails that his heart wanted to make known pushed their raw emotion through the only outlet that Colin had left. His hands sunk to the sand, clenching at the white, coarse granules in a fruitless effort to cling to something real; something from before.

"From the floorboards to the flys..."
"Here I was fated to reside."
"And as I take my final bow..."
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"And as the spotlights fade away..."
"And you're escorted through the foyer..."
"You will resume your callow ways..."
"But I was meant for the stage!"


He sang for that which had been lost, that which should have been. He sung for his mother, his father, his future, his past. But mostly, he sang as an ode to one.

"Our pained and sorrowed cries..."
"That betray the faces we put forth."
"For those of us who draw breath no more..."
"And those of us, who move on."


Off of the top of his head, he just let his heart flow. His sins were not pardoned, there was no forgiveness for a murderer.

"I was meant for applause."
"I was meant for derision."
"Nothing short of fate itself..."
"Has affected my decision."
"Oh, oh."


"And from the floorboards to the flys..."
"Here I was fated to reside."
"And as I take my final bows..."
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"And as the spotlights fade away..."
"And you're escorted through the foyer..."
"You will resume your callow ways."
"But I was meant... for... the stage..."


He began to weep yet again. However it felt less for guilt, and more in mourning. The only thing he could think about through that entire performance was about the boy that he just took the life of, the one that should be sitting here beside them. Why did this have to happen? He sighed, burying his head in his hands, letting the sounds of the world take over as the perfect follow to his display of emotion. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought. Will things ever be the same?
Coming soon to a deathmatch near you:
Garry Brooks - Swave Countryboy
Jade Aurora - Tomboy Drummer
Jasmine Tolle - Pacifistiic Artist

Memories of those past:
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B008 - Peter McCue - "Welcome home Katlin." - "DECEASED" - (Killcount: 0) - St. Paul, Minnesota [RANK: 82/276]
B011 - Chadd Crossen - "Janet... I forgive you for everything." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Northern Cliffs: Sometimes Sanctuary isn't That Far Away... [RANK: 242/276]
B018 - Colin Falcone - Damned if Danya could stop him; even in death. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Antonio Russo) - The Costal Woods: One Final Bow [RANK: 161/276]
G020 - Jacquard "Jackie" Broughten - She was never really alone at all. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Maria Santiago) - The Tunnels: Peripeteia [RANK: 106/276]
B100 - Rekka Saionji - "Real... men... don't cry." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Tunnels: It Knows Nothing of Whim [RANK: 208/276]
What is wrong with you people?!
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(7:07:51 PM) Little: "TAKE THAT MOM. YOU TRIED TO PROTECT ME, BUT I'VE BEEN TEN COCKS DEEP 24/SEV-UNNNNNN"
Rattlesnake: ...He says confidently after burning his roll null. I think Ciel just punched the RNG in the face.
Namira: Ciel: Punch RNG in the snout to establish superiority.
KamiKaze: I think Kyle enjoys the scent of poor people.
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September 18th, 2010, 3:08 am #4

((Jacob Charles continues from Conquistador...))

Ever since he was young, Jacob's dad didn't put up with having a sissy kid. He wouldn't let him cry, or run away from trouble when he was around. No, he always had to be tough. If there was a fight, his dad made sure he stood his ground. If someone died, he was told to man up, never show his grievances. But once he met Paige, she helped him change. She was a tough cookie, and was resiliant enough to break through his shell. She made him feel something full, something no one else could make him feel.

He'd broken his first promise to his dad when he spent almost the entire day hiding.

There was no one he could trust anymore. After he left the house, with....he knew that it would only be a matter of time before he ran into someone. They would kill him, wouldn't they? Just like Rob killed...and then, he would be gone. Just like...

But after a while hiding, in places that he doubted even the camera's trod, he ran again. He heard things, heard screams, heard so many noises, noises of death, pain, and everything in between. He couldn't trust not one person in his life any more.

But it was growing late. He couldn't hide anymore. After hours of wandering, walking, desperation in finding shelter, he reached this beach that lay before him.

It was a beautiful sight. Driftwood scattered the sandy stretch before him, like roaches crawling out of a wall. The waves waxed and waned against the beach, each leaving little gifts for the sand to keep.

I never got to see this back at home. I bet Paige would have en-

And then, he realised what was wrong with the picture. He wasn't supposed to be standing there, watching the ocean on his own. He had a bullet in his leg, he had no bag, he had no friends, and...she was taken away from him.

Reality rushed back at him like a bucket of water over the head. He couldn't take in the view that greeted him, because he was in the sand, leg bleeding out ever so slowly, as he sat there, on his knees, hands burying themselves into the sand with grief. He couldn't enjoy it to food, since his bag was taken from him. He couldn't enjoy it with friends, since he knew they would all be out to kill him. He couldn't enjoy it with Paige.

Because Paige had been taken away from him.

There was no point trying to fool himself. He wanted to man up, make himself a tough guy, get over everything. That was why, over the time that he had taken trying to get over it, he tried to tell himself it wasn't happening. Paige was still here. The little plucky runner was somewhere. His friends would all be alright. He would enjoy the rest of his life with her. Everything and everyone would be okay.

Except that wasn't how it was going to be.

His father would have laughed at him, tears streaming down his face. He was going soft, but Jacob honestly couldn't give a fuck. The most important thing in his entire life had been taken away from him forever. His rock, his little bouncy girl who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with was dead. A hole was blasted through his stomach, just like her. The gap which would never be filled.

The view no longer mattered to him, the waterworks now engulfing his face. He didn't want to enjoy it. He just wanted to cry. Fuck what his dad thought, fuck what anyone thought. Fuck the view, Fuck the island, Fuck his friends, Fuck everyone around him, Fuck the game, Fuck the ocean, Fuck the moon, Fuck the sky, fuck the stars, FUCK DANYA, FUCK EVERYTHING IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD.

Paige was gone. There was no Paige ever again.

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Brendan Wallace is a coward.
Clio Gabriella wanted to go home.
Paige Strand needed to run.
Jacob Charles had to put back his pieces.
Aston Bennett was better than you.
Ma'afu Tuigamala made the ultimate mistake.
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Janie Sinneave wanted to ride in the clouds.
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Maxim Kehlenbrink did nothing wrong.
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Ezra Landau - "Pretty sure the point of life is to indulge and be pretty." - Philosophy
Hayden Lockwood - "Come to the march this Saturday and I'll show you a good time." - Pride
Allegra Varley - "Bet you I can jump from here to that boat." - Risk
Truann Coleman - "Please stop saying that." - Rage
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September 25th, 2010, 6:57 pm #5

Tim took a step away from Colin and watched as the boy slowly composed himself. His sobbing ceased, and he took a deep breath, looking over at Tim. Colin spoke Tim's name, and the blonde immediately came to attention, his eyebrows raising. "Yes?" he asked, and waited patiently for Colin to speak. He desperately hoped that Colin wouldn't continue to ask useless questions about Tony's murder or the events that conspired back in the tunnels.

But, thankfully, the tunnels nor Tony's death were mentioned by Colin. Instead he told Tim that singing used to calm him down. Tim nodded in an understanding way and sat back down in the soft sand, his eyebrows knitted together. "W-Well, if you want to sing, you should." He went completely silent after that, not wanting to say anything more that could potentially discourage his friend. If Colin had a way to compose and calm himself, then let him work through it.

And he sang. Tim averted his eyes and, instead, watched the waves crash onto the shore. He brought his knees up to his chest and stared into the distance with empty eyes. He looked lost and confused, but he was listening. He was listening to the words that Colin sung with every fiber of his being. He could hear the emotion and the sorrow and the sadness, but all Tim could do was listen and appreciate it.

He sounded so good. He sounded much better than that time back at the Cafe and the times they practiced for the fake band that never came to be. At this time and place, caught up in the moment, Tim thought he had never heard of singing this good, but he realized that it was mostly the emotion that captivated him. And yet, he continued to stare and listen, not doing much else. Everything else seemed incredibly insignificant.

After a few minutes, his singing came to a close. Tim raised his hands to clap but quickly dropped them when he realized how ridiculous that would be. He could imagine Colin giving him a sharp glare, so he stayed silent, hugging his knees and looking from the ocean to the fire ahead. The smell of firewood filled his nose, and he held out his hands again to drink in the warmth. He became aware that Colin was crying again. Tim looked down at the sand and desperately tried to think of something to say. He wanted some magical phrase to pop up into his head; a phrase that would instantly make Colin feel better.

Instead, he decided to just say the first thing that came to mind. It definitely wasn't the elaborate response that he hoped for, and it did Colin's wonderful singing absolutely no justice, but he still spoke the words, "That was really deep, Colin. I mean, wonderful, but deep."

He didn't try to stop his tears this time. He knew that Colin deserved to cry.

Turning his attention away from the fire in front of him, Tim peered around the beach and looked behind him to see a blurry figure. The figure was too far away to distinguish who it was or what they were doing, but the figure appeared to be just sitting in the sand. Tim squinted and tried to make out who it was, but, honestly, Tim couldn't even figure out if it was a boy or a girl. His distance vision was terrible.

Looking away from the distant mystery person, Tim turned to Colin and felt a pang of guilt for him. He didn't want to interrupt his mourning, but.. Tim thought it would be a good idea to just let him know that they weren't alone. "'Ey, Colin. There's someone over there.." he whispered, jerking his head in the direction of the person.


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September 27th, 2010, 8:01 am #6

Colin's choked voice wavered through the night, cutting the silence as if it were an Axe through hot butter. As little as Colin could control himself and his emotions, Tim's voice really did help to soothe him, to help him feel like everything was going to be alright. And even though it wasn't, it was comforting to know there was someone who cared enough about him to try and make him feel better, even though he had done the absolutely unthinkable.

"T-Thanks." The power behind his tears and emotion had unfortunately taken it's toll on his body, making his nose run and his eyes redden and puff up. A soft sniffle punctuated the serenity of the purely natural sounds overpowering the scene. He didn't deserve to ever know what it was to not feel sorrow and guilt again. But for that brief and shining moment, the singing really had helped. Not in the way that it did when he was younger, but in that it brought voice to his friend again.

There was one person left in the world who didn't still hate him.

Tony didn't hate him as he drew his final breath. In fact, the victim had forgiven the killer long before the act had ever been done.

Tim didn't hate him for whatever reason. Maybe he had rationalized the actions he had performed better than he himself could ever do. Or maybe he saw past the actions to the motivation and the truth behind the label that now adorned his very being.

But he would never stop hating himself for as long as he lived. Which as far as Colin was concerned, wasn't going to be more than a few more days. Colin felt that he deserved to meet his end on this island. He could never go back. As much as he wanted to feel his mother's warm embrace one more time before his time came, he knew he deserved nothing but the icy touch of the hand of death itself.

And yet the fire raged on. The love coming from Tim was still there. And as bad as Colin felt for even making Tim waste the energy to speak to him... It still felt nice. Not nice enough to make him forget or even push aside the deed that had been done. But it was still a comfort.

And through his entire thought process, he hadn't even realized he had been crying. The tears rolling down his cheeks still, the constant sniffling betrayed the guilt he felt, yet the soft smile that he dared to show only to the flesh of his knees showed only to the powers that be that he was already beginning to recover. Whoever said that time will heal all wounds was right. Colin would just never be left with enough time to heal this particular wound.

The voice of his companion broke his attention. Instead of more comfort however, bad news brewed.

"'Ey, Colin. There's someone over there.."

Through tear soaked eyes and blurred vision, Colin squinted in an attempt to determine anything at all about the newcomer. However through the red glow of the fire, the figure was indistinguishable as anything other than human. The only blessing that he saw was that he no longer had that Axe. He physically couldn't hurt this other innocent boy or girl if they meant no harm like Tony. But he also knew that he couldn't save his friend if the person were to attack the pair.

Not that there was any way he could bring himself to bring a weapon to bear against anyone ever again. No matter the circumstance. Something about the singer was broken in an absolute way. As much as his will to live existed when he felt the life of his friend was in danger, that will evaporated the moment the blood had spilled. If they were to die, apparently this would be the day. A soft, whimpering "I'm sorry" escaped his lips as he prepared for the worst, and prayed for the best.
Coming soon to a deathmatch near you:
Garry Brooks - Swave Countryboy
Jade Aurora - Tomboy Drummer
Jasmine Tolle - Pacifistiic Artist

Memories of those past:
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B008 - Peter McCue - "Welcome home Katlin." - "DECEASED" - (Killcount: 0) - St. Paul, Minnesota [RANK: 82/276]
B011 - Chadd Crossen - "Janet... I forgive you for everything." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Northern Cliffs: Sometimes Sanctuary isn't That Far Away... [RANK: 242/276]
B018 - Colin Falcone - Damned if Danya could stop him; even in death. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Antonio Russo) - The Costal Woods: One Final Bow [RANK: 161/276]
G020 - Jacquard "Jackie" Broughten - She was never really alone at all. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Maria Santiago) - The Tunnels: Peripeteia [RANK: 106/276]
B100 - Rekka Saionji - "Real... men... don't cry." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Tunnels: It Knows Nothing of Whim [RANK: 208/276]
What is wrong with you people?!
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(7:07:51 PM) Little: "TAKE THAT MOM. YOU TRIED TO PROTECT ME, BUT I'VE BEEN TEN COCKS DEEP 24/SEV-UNNNNNN"
Rattlesnake: ...He says confidently after burning his roll null. I think Ciel just punched the RNG in the face.
Namira: Ciel: Punch RNG in the snout to establish superiority.
KamiKaze: I think Kyle enjoys the scent of poor people.
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September 29th, 2010, 12:35 am #7

((Sorry about the short post and the holdup))

It vaguely registered to Jacob that someone else was there, on that beach. Another human being, possibly more than one, who had taken the time to actually light a fire. He didn't know what that fact mattered to him, as he sat hunched over the sand on his hands and knees.

The world was so quiet there, that he couldn't believe it.

He took the time to consider the possibility of them not playing, while still trying to forget. He had run from Ben, from Sarah, from Adrian and the other guy because his world had been shattered. Someone had really gone through with it, and it made him fearful. This was amplified by his loss, the loss of the one thing in the world that truly mattered to him anymore...

Paige...

He didn't know what life there was to live without her. The last thing he said to her was to scream at her for riling RobkillerkillerkillerkillerkillerJenkins up, and that was it. Nothing sentimental on his end, nothing he never got to say being said. It was just one shot, moments upon moments of pain, and then his rock was gone. He never got to apologize for lying to her, for telling her everything would be okay. But he thought it would be okay! Did that make it any better?

He wasn't sure what life he faced if he ever did make it back home, if the game was stopped and they were all rescued. He spent every morsel of money on that one gift for Paige, so his plans for leaving town, which he'd held in the back of his mind ever since he'd had aspirations, were zilch. So, once the media fawned over the people who were forced to kill, like RobkillerkillerkillerkillerkillerJenkins, and stories were made about the families of those killed, like Paige, and there would be so much media hype about them, forced to bear the unbearable. And then, once it all died down, once everything was said and done, what next? He still had a family to go home to, a family that needed work. The economy was becoming worse and worse every day, and with such lousy school marks and a lifetime of part-time work under his belt, he knew his parents would be all the more willing to have him stay at the garage, work there as part of the family business.

And once they got too old to work, and they somehow retired with the little funds they had, it would be his responsibility. But he had no idea what the future would hold, since his family wasn't the only mechanic's business in town. They had better advertising, better workers, and better people who were also SOTF survivors families. What happened once the economy hit hard, and they lost everything? What kind of life would that leave him compared to...

...compared to joining Paige.

The tears still running down his face, he could have almost punched himself at the thought. He'd done so much in helping Paige not do what just ran through his head that it was almost a gag reflex. Kill himself? Was that really an option?

Multitudes of thoughts swarmed his head, but they were all indistinguishable among the one clear answer to his question.

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He could end it now, and save anyone the trouble of having to look after him. Say if he did manage to trust, and came across somebody who was willing have him, what would he have to contribute? He had nothing, not a weapon to protect them with, not a morsel of food to give them, and not a reason that was any more significant for them to go home to than any of them would. He would really be a dead weight.

And that dead weight could just as easily drop itself right now.

After ages and ages sitting alone in the darkness, Jacob got up again. His leg still echoing pain, he fully subconciously ignored it again. With one giant step forward, as he always did, he started towards the water.

Now was the time. He had to keep walking forward, and never look back.

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Brendan Wallace is a coward.
Clio Gabriella wanted to go home.
Paige Strand needed to run.
Jacob Charles had to put back his pieces.
Aston Bennett was better than you.
Ma'afu Tuigamala made the ultimate mistake.
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Janie Sinneave wanted to ride in the clouds.
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Hayden Lockwood - "Come to the march this Saturday and I'll show you a good time." - Pride
Allegra Varley - "Bet you I can jump from here to that boat." - Risk
Truann Coleman - "Please stop saying that." - Rage
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October 3rd, 2010, 8:07 pm #8

A confused look spread over Tim's face when Colin quietly apologized. He still seemed thoroughly upset, and Tim honestly wasn't sure when his friend would ever get over it. Much like Colin, Tim didn't think he had much of a chance of living past a few days. Maybe a week or so if he was lucky, mostly because of his decent weapon. But, anymore than a week? Definitely not.

After a week, people would begin to get desperate. Rations of food would start to evaporate quickly, as would many of their classmates. Tim assumed that only serious people would survive past a week. Was he serious? He honestly didn't think so. Sure, he had his handy gun (thanks to Colin), but did he possess the strength to use it against someone else? He wasn't sure. He didn't want to think about it just yet. He'd use it with the situation revealed itself. And by 'use it', he didn't mean that he would pull the trigger willy-nilly.

He would think. He would think logically. He wouldn't use it on someone who didn't deserve it.

"Why are you apologizing?" Tim's voice spoke after what seemed to be a few silence-filled minutes, his eyes not looking away from the vague figure in the distance. He fumbled around for his flashlight and flicked it on, considering approaching the figure. Maybe the person needed help. Maybe the person was looking for someone, anyone on this godforsaken island. Someone to relate to, someone to be with. The dark side of his brain was telling him that it could also be a killer, but... Tim decided he could take that chance. He had a gun, he could handle it.

Before he made the split-decision to get up and approach the person in the distance, Tim waited in absolute silence, his jaw clenched and his eyes staring forward. Much time passed in which the figure didn't move. Tim took this as a good sign and slowly stood up, about to approach the figure. This could be a fatal chance, but it was a chance that Tim was willing to take. He wanted to help people, and perhaps that person needed help. It could be dumb, but he didn't care. His time was numbered anyway.

But, before he could stand up and make his way over there, the dark figure stood up and started making great strides towards the ocean in front of him. Tim's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he watched, his mouth falling open. He was waiting for the person to slow, but it just kept going. Perhaps it was going to wash off or..or.. No.

It was entering the water.

Tim only had time to shout, "Colin..!" before he took off in the direction of the figure. He wasn't sure if this person was planning to swim to safety (undoubtedly stupid) or merely take their own life, but Tim wanted to be there to find out and set things straight. He couldn't just watch someone walk solemnly into the great dark ocean before him.

The closer he got, the clearer the figure became. Tim trained his flashlight on the figure drawing closer to the water and realized that it was a male. Squinting, Tim tried to figure out if it was someone he knew. Was this.. Jacob? Tim recalled having a few classes with the boys, but he wouldn't consider them fond acquaintances or anything. Just... familiar. But now wasn't the time to assess whether or not he liked Jacob or not.

Once he was within a fair distance of Jacob, well away from the comforting fire behind him, he shouted, "Jacob! Jacob, is that you?! What are you doing? Wait!!" He ran forward, and, without thinking, put a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking any further into the waters. "Don't.." Tim took a brief moment to glance back and see if Colin decided to follow Tim or stay behind by the fire.


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October 8th, 2010, 3:51 pm #9

As soon as Jacob had walked past the sandy shores and into the water, the boy finally caught Colin's eye. And he was walking straight for the ocean. It was as if the boy was on a mission, blinders thrown across his eyes. Like a broken man, walking into the light.

He walked into the water. Ankle deep. Knee deep. Waist deep. Definitely not washing off the sorrows of the island, not attempting to find a temporary respite from pain.

He just kept walking.

And for some reason, this just mesmerized Colin. He couldn't think, he couldn't feel. The world shut out around him as his mind wandered. But thankfully for the Water-Walker's sake, Tim's voice seemed to be the one thing that could snap him out of his Stupors.

"Colin..!"

With a start, he shook his head and jumped to his feet. Disorientation was the name of the game, as from his Stupor, Colin had little idea as to what was happening. But the next thing he realized, he found his feet charging forward, keeping in line with his Companion.

"Jacob! Jacob, is that you?! What are you doing? Wait!!"

And just like that, Colin felt water washing over him. Again, a sudden jump back to reality. Looking forward at the scene, Tim's arm was on Jacob's shoulder, and the boor boy had looked like he had seen a ghost. And finally Colin realized just why Tim was so panicked. The look on his face was unmistakable. Pure sorrow, and regret. Something Colin knew all too well right now. Jacob was attempting to find his final resting place at sea, unable to take that. Something he'd lost that was so dear to him, or maybe even just the reality of it all.

Colin hadn't done a thing to help.

Tim was a hero, Colin was a monster. His eyes closed as he sighed.

"Take it easy Jacob... We want to help." His eyes almost went wide as he spoke, unaware that he was doing it. It was almost as if his entire body was on auto-pilot, leaving his mind time to wander. The split of his mind from before taking hold as reality continued to set in. The boy who was now resided on the outside. A pained longing, a terrible feeling or sorrow made up his core, his mind, in reality, his soul.
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Memories of those past:
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B008 - Peter McCue - "Welcome home Katlin." - "DECEASED" - (Killcount: 0) - St. Paul, Minnesota [RANK: 82/276]
B011 - Chadd Crossen - "Janet... I forgive you for everything." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Northern Cliffs: Sometimes Sanctuary isn't That Far Away... [RANK: 242/276]
B018 - Colin Falcone - Damned if Danya could stop him; even in death. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Antonio Russo) - The Costal Woods: One Final Bow [RANK: 161/276]
G020 - Jacquard "Jackie" Broughten - She was never really alone at all. - DECEASED - (Killcount: 1 - Maria Santiago) - The Tunnels: Peripeteia [RANK: 106/276]
B100 - Rekka Saionji - "Real... men... don't cry." - DECEASED - (Killcount: 0) - The Tunnels: It Knows Nothing of Whim [RANK: 208/276]
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Joined: October 19th, 2009, 6:02 am

October 10th, 2010, 10:33 am #10

Step.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Ste-splash...


Jacob's worn sneakers finally met the cold ocean, the icyness all too welcoming. The saltyness flooded his senses, filling his nostrils and abrazing his skin. It was nothing. He was too much in focus to his one final goal to care about his own comfort.

I'm coming Paige...

There were tiny voices of doubt hovering around in his mind. He...was starting to feel regret. He was so desperate to be with her again that he was putting his irrationality before all else. But he wasn't paying attention to that bit of his subconcious anymore. It was gone, its essence depleted.

But...there were voices still. They weren't the ones he recognised, but there was no doubt that they were there. They...seemed familiar. It was as though he was reliving something, so...was it real?

"...ob! Jac...s tha...What...Wait!!"

"Take it easy...to hel..."


Jacob smacked right back. He was chest deep in the ocean, not too unlike someone who had been here almost a day before. But unlike that poor person, his intentions were much more serious. Turning his head, he could only see the darkness of the ocean, darkness of the world, before him. But...there was a little bit of light...it was somewhere around him, somewhere...

Turning his head to his left, he saw someone, two people actually. The faces couldn't match up to any names that he remember off the top of his head, but he knew of their intentions perfectly well. It wasn't often one saw a suicide attempt go so slowly, or at all for that matter, and now they wanted to stop him.

But Jacob wasn't going to have that.

"...I'm sorry. You can't help me. No one can help me anymore. I'm not worth it anyway."

The hand on his shoulder, still stopping him from moving any further towards, was now becoming more clear in his mind. A human touch, a human's scent...

"...I failed. I was supposed to protect her. But she's gone forever now. My only," Jacob turned back to the ocean again, taking in the cacophony of sound that accompanied it "Reason to survive here was taken from me, and...I'm going to join her."

He wanted to throw off the first figure's hand from his shoulder and continue his stride, he was certainly strong enough to and the figure was small enough, but...there was something stopping him. He had to finish this fight with words. His stupid, meaningless words.

"I've chosen my path, and I'm taking it now. My friends are dying, and I'm going to be among them. So please...just leave me alone."

The tears were still flowing right down his face throughout. He didn't realise how much pain these words were doing him, nor was he sure if he would have cared. The pain was meaningless now, compared to joining his beloved, wherever she lay now.

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Brendan Wallace is a coward.
Clio Gabriella wanted to go home.
Paige Strand needed to run.
Jacob Charles had to put back his pieces.
Aston Bennett was better than you.
Ma'afu Tuigamala made the ultimate mistake.
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v5
Janie Sinneave wanted to ride in the clouds.
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v6
Maxim Kehlenbrink did nothing wrong.
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Ezra Landau - "Pretty sure the point of life is to indulge and be pretty." - Philosophy
Hayden Lockwood - "Come to the march this Saturday and I'll show you a good time." - Pride
Allegra Varley - "Bet you I can jump from here to that boat." - Risk
Truann Coleman - "Please stop saying that." - Rage
Anya Van Doren - "Dunno why I did it. Dunno why it's your business." - Duplicity
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