#6: Freedom or Bust

This building used to house all the weapons on the island. Unfortunately for our students, once the military abandoned this place, they took all their goodies with them. To add insult to injury, sometime prior to the game, Danya's henchmen came and stripped everything else from the building except for some tables and chairs. It might be a good place to barricade large groups into, but that's about all this place will be useful for these days.
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#6: Freedom or Bust

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The rain had started to become a relaxing sound as it continued to beat on the roof of the armory. For the past six days, they had all been holed up inside the building, and everyone was starting to get a little stir crazy. Lucy O'Donnell (Female Student no. 64) had probably had it the worst. Well known as being one of the brightest minds at Southridge High School, Lucy had had her wits put to the test over the past week. She had been glued to Andrea Vanlandingham's (Female Student no. 62) designated laptop since they had barricaded the armory, sleeping a total of a few hours at most since she had somehow managed to establish a connection.

It hadn't been easy, that much was for sure. Even with the stroke of luck Andrea had had at being given a working laptop, things seemed to be working against them. Actually establishing a connection had been nigh on impossible, and if not for Lucy's expertise in electronics, the laptop would have proven useless, even with all the equipment they were given. Andrea hadn't believed it at first when she'd unzipped her pack to find the laptop. Disbelief turned into anger quickly enough, with the Class President thinking that the SOTF Coordinator had been mocking her. Things had finally started to look up when she had run into Lucy in the jungle in the early morning hours of the second day.

It had taken several hours for either of them to find the armory, and for good reason. It hadn't been marked on the map and was deep in the jungle. They had been excited to find the building, only to be put off by the fact that Danya seemed to have found it first. Everything had been confiscated from the building except for some tables and chairs left behind in random offices. As soon as they had settled in, Lucy began working with the laptop, trying to establish some kind of connection. Andrea was left standing guard, with nothing except Lucy's issued xylophone sticks and a makeshift spear she'd made from a broom handle to protect them.

Things had gotten better on the third day. Two other student council members, Derrick Taggart (Male Student no. 114) and Jessica Jones (Female Student no. 72) had stumbled upon the armory and declared that they weren't playing. Having been close friends with both students at Southridge, Andrea gladly accepted them into the armory. Derrick's gun would prove a valuable asset in days to come. Guard duty came in rotating shifts from then on out, and things became a lot easier. Finally, sometime during the morning of day four, Lucy made a breakthrough. Somehow, she had managed to establish a connection and hack into Danya's systems.

It hadn't been easy, with all sorts of spyware (among other things) being in place, and the laptop crashed several times before Lucy ever managed to make it past the simplest aspects of the program, but finally, two days later, she had managed to find what she had been looking for. The collar schematics. The celebration was soon cut short, however. Finding the schematics had been difficult enough, but when the question was raised of how they were supposed to get them off without Danya detonating them when he realized what was going on, another brainstorming session had ensued.

Fortunately, it seemed like Lady Luck had decided to cut them a break in that department.

Andrea had been the first to notice it. The blinking red light. The movement. It had stopped completely after the loud Street Fighter sound effect had mysteriously gone off over the public access system. They had watched the cameras carefully for a while, everyone waiting in nervous anticipation to see if they would spring back into action. Several hours had passed by since then, and nothing had happened. No red light. No movement. No whirring, no buzzing. No nothing. They were dead. Completely and totally dead.

Jack O'Connor's "Street Fighter" virus that affected the cameras during season one of the SOTF ACT hadn't exactly been made public knowledge, but the information was accessible to those who wanted to know about it. Having gone through a period where he was a big fan of SOTF, Derrick had been the one to make the connection. Together, the four of them had come to the conclusion that somehow, the virus must have reinfected the systems and brought the cameras down once again. Their last big hurdle aside, the group set to work on the one obstacle that kept them under Danya's control. Their collars.

Confident in Lucy's ability to remove them, Andrea had been the "Guinea pig", so to speak, when it came to getting the collars off. It had been a tense moment for sure when Lucy had started unscrewing plates and pieces of the collar, and even Andrea had found herself sweating in nervous anticipation as Lucy began tinkering with the explosive wires wrapped around her neck. When the collar had started to beep, everyone in the room had gone white with horror... at least, until the device clattered harmlessly to the ground and the beeping subsided.

One collar down was a good thing, but they weren't out of the clear yet.

Jessica was next, then Derrick. After that, only Lucy remained, and the group would once again be put to the test. Thus far, Lucy had been the only person removing the collars. When it came time to show the others how to do it, things didn't go quite as smoothly. They accidentally detonated two of the three collars while playing around with the mechanics inside. Finally, Andrea managed to go through the third one without tripping any wires or blowing anything up. The moment of truth was next, when Andrea went to remove Lucy's collar. It was a nerve-wracking few moments for everyone, but soon enough, Lucy's collar had clattered quietly to the ground.

At that moment, they were all free.

Two hours have passed since that moment.

Lucy had passed out almost immediately after having her collar removed, probably from a combination of stress and sheer exhaustion. Since then, Andrea, Jessica, and Derrick had all been sitting near the second story window of the armory looking out at the rain. Having the collars off was a huge relief, but all four of them knew they weren't out of the woods yet. The raging debate at the moment had been whether or not to head back out onto the island and try to help their fellow classmates. Andrea had, of course, been all for the idea, but Derrick had been a little more skeptical.

"I just don't know if it's a good idea, ya know?" Derrick muttered, rubbing his temple slightly, "People're playin' out there, Andrea, and they're playin' for keeps. Who's to say we're not gonna go out there and get shot up tryin' to save everybody else?"

"Because," Andrea stated with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders, "When people see we don't have collars on, they'll be a lot more willing to listen to us. We can save them all. I know we can."

"Who's to say they wanna be saved?" Derrick muttered quietly, his eyes downcast on the floor in front of him.

"It's a logical assumption," Andrea responded lightly, "Nobody wants to buy into the game. They feel like they have no choice. If we show them they do, they'll join us. Once we get the collars off, Danya won't have control over us anymore. We'll be the ones with the power. Then, we've just got to find a way off this island."

"It might sound logical to you," Derrick stated flatly, "But the fact is, I've seen things out on that island. Some people? They're gone. Way gone. It's like watchin' a zombie flick or somethin', they don't think about anything except killin' other people."

"I don't... I don't think they're all like that," Jessica spoke up softly, "And... I think... I might feel guilty if we left our classmates behind. A lot of my friends are still out there... Ianto, Anna, Ryan... I don't want to leave them to die."

"So you'd be willin' to die tryin' to go out there and find 'em?" Derrick shot back with a confused look.

"I don't know..." Jessica responded, brushing a strand of long brown hair away from her face and biting on her lip in contemplation.

"You two don't have to go," Andrea spoke up finally, a resolute look passing over her features as she pushed her square-rimmed glasses back into place, "In the morning, I'll go myself. I know how to remove the collars. Hopefully, cameras will be down all over the island. I'll go out there and I'll bring back as many as I can. The more people we've got, the more likely someone's going to have an idea about actually getting off this island and back home."
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Dean was absolutely miserable.

To anyone else trapped on the 'Survival of the Fittest' jungle paradise, this wouldn't be a feeling that was unique. They'd been kidnapped, placed in a situation in which death was the only escape, and released with the instructions of "have a nice time killing your best friends". It wasn't exactly Dean Portman's idea of a good time. In fact, at the very beginning, Dean had mused just before passing out on how long he gave himself to last. He'd figured that the over/under would have been four days on a strong guy like himself, and when he'd awoken behind the large storehouse, he did everything that he possibly could in order to ensure that he beat those odds.

Checking out the temperature, he'd shucked his leather jacket and torn the sleeves off of his black Disturbed t-shirt, knowing that the heat would undoubtedly slow him down. He'd rid his pack of all non-essential supplies, and been a tad relieved to find that his designated weapon wasn't some ridiculous looking sock puppet or a plastic pumpkin; but instead a rather nasty-looking submachine gun. The instruction manual said that it was of Korean design, and that it was the standard-issue weapon of the Korean military. As far as Dean figured, the Koreans hadn't had their asses kicked by anyone in awhile, so that was all right by him. After tying his hair back with his bandana, Dean had checked himself, and wandered off into the jungle.

It'd been a lot like this for several days. Dean tried his best to stay out of the way of most people from the very beginning, but had definitely had his fair share of run-ins. Most primarily, he'd run into a guy he knew from the student council; Ryan Atwell, who was carrying an assault rifle and looked scared out of his mind. After a tense standoff, the two had opted to put down their weapons and talk it out. As it turned out, Ryan had drawn a ridiculous assault rifle as a weapon that gave him a decided advantage over most of the people he'd come across, and he'd been shot at a few times, before deciding it was probably for the best to keep a low profile. Dean agreed with his logic, and the two had decided to begin travelling together; if nothing else, to look out for one another and just try to stay alive.

In their time travelling together, Dean had learned a lot about the lanky teenager. Ryan was an avid outdoorsman; much like himself (growing up on a farm tended to do that to you) and as such he had some knowledge about how to survive in the outdoors with virtually nothing. Much like Dean, he enjoyed kicking back and taking it easy, so the two got along like they were old buddies. They were terrified, but each opined that it was better to have a friend than wander around alone, and with their combined firepower, if attacked, they stood a far better chance together than apart.

Unfortunately, things hadn't stayed as great as Dean and Ryan had hoped. During a jaunt while near the marsh (while the rain was thick and Dean could barely see three feet in front of him), bullets had started ringing out all over the place, and the two had immediately split, so as not to get nailed for standing in the same place. Trying to avoid the bullets and see where they were coming from at the same time, Dean had run forward a bit, and tried to circle the area, but by the time he got back into a defensive position that he felt comfortable with, the shooting had stopped, and Ryan was nowhere to be seen.

Was his ally hit? Did he manage to get away in time? Dean wasn't sure, and he spent a good ten minutes searching the area for any sign of him. Problem was, if there was someone shooting in the area, Dean wasn't about to call out, and so after ten minutes, he figured that he'd head for shelter and meet up with Ryan at a later date, unless Dean heard his name over the loudspeakers (a thought that he sincerely hoped wasn't true).

So this is how Dean Portman had ended up wandering throughout the jungle in the rain, soaked to the bone, on very little sleep with a terrible attitude that kept insisting he take off his collar, radio a helicopter to come and pick him up, and sit on the couch at home having a beer. Unfortunately for him, his attitude wasn't able to grant miracles, which lead Dean to a foul conclusion - he was lost.

At first, he'd figured that a straight line was the best distance to the shelter, but after a solid six hours of wandering around, a straight line seemed to be a god-awful way of navigating, especially when you can't see where you're going and haven't slept in days.

"Man, this rain is getting REALLY old!"

At this point, Dean was beginning to consider just sitting down and letting it rain on him. His feet were sore, his bladder was bothering him, and his muscles ached. The rain from above made him even more tired than he already was, and if someone was standing even two meters in front of him, he wouldn't even know that they were there until they stepped up to him and shot him squarely in the face. Dean wouldn't have a clue what hit him. The thought no sooner crossed his mind than a sudden pressure knocked him backwards and onto the ground with a loud metallic thud.

The hell!?

As it was, Dean wouldn't have been able to see a person standing in front of him in the heavy rain, and as he clutched his face in pain, grimacing and spitting out blood from a lip that he'd bit down upon while falling, Dean realized that he didn't see the building that stood in front of him, either.

At least, until it was far too late.

Until he'd walked head-first into the side wall.

Grunting angrily as he pulled himself to his feet; trying to wipe off the grass that stuck to the back of his jeans, Dean was embarrassed. What a stupid fucking thing to do! Way to go, Dean. Walk into the damn wall! And you're supposed to be coordinated? C'mon! The building was a lot larger than Dean thought, and as he looked up at it, his brow furrowed. It was different than any of the buildings that were shown on the map, and if the distances had been at all accurate, he shouldn't have reached the jailhouse for at least another six and a half hours, especially at the rate he had been going. Still curious, Dean glanced around for a doorway. If there was an unmarked building that wasn't on the map, perhaps it had supplies, or a way off the island!

It took him a few minutes to feel around the side of the building and locate the doorway, which was inside of an old fence enclosure that was beaten down and half-gone in parts. A faded sign said something about an armory, but Dean found himself highly doubting that he'd find a cache of weapons inside, unless these terrorists were getting sloppy. Stepping to the door, he wrenched it open and quickly stepped inside, gun raised and ready to fire on anyone who looked remotely threatening. There wasn't time to think about whether it was right or not, if anyone was going to kill him, Dean knew all he could do was kill them before they got to him.

What he saw, however, was something that he was unprepared for. Four students sat in the main room, seemingly in mid-conversation, a laptop set up on a table, and - the most damning thing of all? In the middle of the room sat four dismantled and deactivated collars - identical to the one around his neck. His mouth dropped, and his weapon lowered a bit before he blinked in absolute shock at the sight in front of his eyes.

"What the hell...? What is this?"

He recognized most of the kids in front of him - it was hard not to, with a few of them. Andrea Vanlandingham was the student council president, and to say that she was a presence around school was an understatement. They'd met a few times, and she'd been the MC at the assembly at which Dean had been formally congratulated for his being drafted earlier on in the year. The others, he was less familiar with, but had seen them around - some from the student council events that he'd seen going on, and some from classes he'd taken.

Still, this seemed impossible - too good to be true, even. And for a moment, Dean began to panic. If they'd managed to figure out a way to get out of there, would they be willing to take him along, too? Still in shock, Dean couldn't say anything else, and simply stood, gun barely raised, eyes still trying to take in the sight of the collars on the floor.
[+] V7

B027 - Morgan Dragosavich: "Now come on, you have a flight to catch."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - M1 - PPr1 - PPr2 - T1 - T2 - T3

B042 - Connor Lorenzen: "You— you're gonna have to live with this for— for a long time. A long time, and I hope you do, brother. Really."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - M1 - M2 - Pr1 - PoPr1 - T1

B005 - Claudeson Bademosi: "May you see your Redeemer face to face and enjoy the vision of God forever."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 -M1 - VPS - T1

B062 - Jeff Greene: "Wait a minute, you're not Palom—"
Status: DECEASED (adopted from Blastinus)
V7: 9 - 10 - 11

G042 - Ariana Moretti: "You were always here."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - M1 - M2 - M3 - T1 - T2 - T3
[+] Meanwhile...

V7 (2018):

Life; As It Happens

1: The Essay; June 2, 2015
2: The Pizza; June 6, 2015
3: The Leak; June 7, 2015
4: The Safe; June 4, 2018
5: The Call; September 19, 2015

6: Coda
7: The Secret; June 4, 2018
8: ???; June 9, 2018
9: ???; June 10, 2018
10: ???; June 10, 2018
11: ???; September 13, 2018


Ross Miller

1: Shatterday; June 9, 2018
2: I Wait on You Inside the Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea; July 13, 2018 - ongoing

3: ???
4: ???
5: ???

Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - M1 - M2 - SP - Snapchat

Carl Fredericks/Steven Lorenzen: The Needs of the Many

V6 (2015)
Mrs. Ritch: Sweet Billy
[+] The Past

The Creme de la Creme

V3: B007 - Keith Jackson: At the end of the road he's running, looking back to survey where he's been.
V1/3: B077 - Adam Dodd: You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain. The truth lies somewhere in between.
V1: B087 - Sidney Crosby: It's only cowardice if other people are around to tell you so. Otherwise, it's survival.
V1: B092 - Eddie Serjeantson: Fully in charge, but not much of an arborist.
V2: B013 - Andrew Ponikarovsky: Probably could have used a proper license and a driving lesson.
V1: G005 - Amanda Jones: A breath of fresh air, and in the end, that was all it took.
V3: B099 - John Sheppard: Went out with a bang.
V3: B122 - Ryan Atwell: Couldn't help but write a "Dear John" letter.
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It was a trying time for them all. It really was. Everything just seemed to be going wrong. First they were on a supposedly fun-filled trip. It was supposed to be the time of their lives. The last chance to truly fulfill their High-school experience. It was going to be the best Southridge Senior trip ever. But it wasn't to be. The first thing Lucy O'Donnell (a.k.a. Girl #64) remembered was being propped up in a chair in the middle of a dark, damp room. She looked around her, and saw every other student who went on the trip alongside her. She watched with wide, scared eyes as Coach Whittenburg was shot, and those same eyes soon let loose a flood of tears as the horrible images were played to them. She had watched both seasons... she knew EXACTLY what was coming.

After the gas took it's affects, she woke up to find herself laying face-down in the dirt beside a pretty lagoon. The images rushed back to her, and the understanding of what the hell was going to happen flooded her mind. She ran at the first sound of people, and soon found herself lost within the island's vast jungle.

Her hopes however were brought up once again, when she almost literally ran into class president Andrea Vanlandingham after the first announcement. Andrea quickly informed her of the fact that she had a working, fully powered laptop as her designated weapon. Lucy's mind raced with ideas, and the girls quickly set off to find a suitable place to work from. Several hours later, about mid-afternoon, the girls stumbled upon a building not marked on the map. Andrea and Lucy quickly scoured the building, but Danya had removed anything useful from it. Lucy was able to find a working outlet, and immediately after began working into the various systems of Danya's computers via a wireless network she hacked into.

It was no easy task, however. Danya had been smart, and encrypted his systematic with code after spyware after code. Lucy had had to take the time to purge and re-work the laptop many times. However, no setbacks deterred her. She wouldn't even accept offered braks by her three allies. She slept barely a wink. It wasn't until the sixth day on this miserable island that she had finally done what she set out to do. She had hacked into the terrorist's mainframes, and had the collar schematics on hand.

The foursome celebrated, but the celebration was very short, and soon, the hope seemed to be out of reach. If Danya saw them playing around with their collars, then he might detonate them. There was almost no hope for them to pull it off. However, About mid-way through the day, Hope was found once more. After the PA's strange street fighter sound, Andrea pointed out the fact that the cameras had seemed to stop working. Derrick reminded them of V1's Jack O'Connor virus, and Lucy began to immediately memorize the schematics.

Lucy was finally put to the test. Acctual removal.

Andrea seemed confident in her abilities, but Lucy was still a nervous wreck. One tiny mistake, and Andrea was missing her neck. Andrea sat quietly and still as Lucy removed the coverings and touched wires. Lucy followed the instructions set on the schematics to a tee, and when the loud beep sounded, she knew she had done it.

The collar fell to the floor, useless and harmless.

Jessica and Derrick were eager to have theirs removed as well, and Lucy repeated her motions exactly. One by one, their collars too fell. Lucy was now the only one with a collar, and the only one who knew how to remove them.

She instructed the three on how to deactivate the collars after re-activating the useless ones. Jessica and Derrick failed, setting theirs off, but Andrea had more success. Lucy sat in anticipation and fear as Andrea tinkered with her collar. It took much more time, and Lucy felt as if she were waiting for hours on end. Finally, her collar too fell off, and the foursome celebrated their small victory over Danya.

After their celebration, Lucy moved over to the set aside are for sleep, and accordingly passed out from six days worth of no sleep mixed in with sore eyes from the computer screen.
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Alex didn't know how he'd managed it, but he had been able to avoid human contact for several days now. Sticking mostly to the jungle, moving when he heard people coming, it had been a great success so far. He'd been rationing the 950mL of Orange Gatorade he'd been issued, and he knew the electrolytes and carbs in it would be useful in a near starvation state.

Truly all the time playing games on the computer like Battlefield and Call of Duty were paying off for Alex, for he'd survived this long hadn't he? He'd made it seem easy as hell to slip through the jungles unnoticed. The time was coming though to gain some form of good weapon. The closest thing to a weapon so far that Alex had come across was a branch that he'd been using as a walking stick and to test the depth of some of the puddles the rain had left to make sure they were just puddles.

Alex was wandering around not quite sure where to go until he'd stumbled upon this Armory. He started checking it out, when he heard voices. Slowly Alex made his way over to the area the voices were coming from. He was being incredibly stealthy, part of him wanting to use the cover of a cardboard box as he moved. He reached the entrance and was greeted by a girl in front of him shouting an obscenity. Alex craned his head around her to see what was happening. When he saw what was going on, his heart skipped a beat. He no longer wanted to be Snake. This was some James Bond stuff.

"Um, hi. If you're going to keep doing that there, mind if get a little bit of help with mine too," Alex said before turning to the girl with the pottymouth, "After you of course, you were here before me afterall."
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((Maxie Dasai continued from: Desperation))

((Sean O'Cann continued from: New Paths))

It felt like she'd been walking for countless hours, but in actuality, it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes or so. Still, time, Maxie found, ran slower when you were trying to pick your way through a trap-ridden jungle without shoes or shirt. Her feet were a mess, mud-splattered and bleeding from her trek across the island, the undergrowth proving unkind to unprotected soles. They were scratched to shit, pretty much, and if Maxie were in any sort of state of mind to be worrying about them, she might have been concerned about the risk of infection.

But she wasn't.

Maxie felt numb, periodic shivers running through her that had nothing at all to do with the constant rainfall. The sharp, ripping pain at her core had subsided a little from before, but it was still the most agonising thing that Maxie had ever felt in her life. It was an awful, sickening ache, and Maxie found that her strides were curtailed by searing jolts whenever she tried to move properly. She'd cried herself dry, it seemed, but her normally implacable eyes were red and raw. Only one real thought was getting through to Maxie, the same that had been resonating through her every fibre for hours now. Run. Get away. Put as much distance between herself and Reeves as was humanly possible. She almost wished she'd killed him with that rock, hoped Keith had opted to feed him a faceful of buckshot.

A lot of Southridge students would have been surprised to hear how clean-cut Maxie was, given her reputation around the school. She was a wild child, a slacker, a party animal, the chick who fell asleep in class because they'd been raving until dawn. Such a delinquent, many of her classmates felt, had to have got into other aspects of that lifestyle. Substances, drinking... sex. Yet whilst it was true that Maxie smoked marijuana occasionally (and maybe, maybe once snorted something) and drank a lot more than somebody under 21 should (i.e. at all)... it was in truth lower than expectations. On the last though... Maxie was more chaste than some - hell, a lot - of the so-called good girls. That was her ...belief? Moral? Pleasurable or not, sex wasn't supposed to be... to be...

Maxie shuddered, then wearily looked up to see where she was going. Immediately, she was startled to see a building not far from where she was standing. It wasn't one she'd seen before, but without a map, she had no way of checking which it was. Given that her head hadn't been blown off yet, it couldn't have been a dangerzone. This, Maxie was relieved by, since she'd been rather... she'd been... yeah... whilst the announcement was taking place. Maxie approached with caution, stopping just outside, then carefully stepped in.

What she saw, shocked her to the core, yet sparked off a faint glimmer of hope that Maxie hadn't even known was there.

There, on the floor - a pair of deactivated collars.

The sight was almost entrancing, and Maxie stood in the doorway, behind a couple of other recent arrivals, for a good ten seconds or so before letting out a slight exclaimation and covering herself up with her arms, cringing away from the eyes of those assembled inside. Maxie had been so surprised about what she had seen that she had clean forgotten about her current state of undress.

"Um.. h-heya."

~*~

"Stop raining dammit! Do you realise how annoying it is to have nothing but fucking rainfall on you for three whole days?" Sean had once again slipped out of lucidity, his head wound aflicting him again, and causing him to throw caution to the winds as the landscape seemed to shift and spin around him constantly. Sean might have been sick if he hadn't already emptied his stomach twice beforehand.

Still, it was beginning to grow rather annoying. He'd hurt himself on the first day, couldn't this damn wound just go ahead and heal already? Sure, it was a deep gash, but surely to be affecting him this far along... then again, Sean wasn't exactly an expert on concussion, or indeed, any form of head injury, although he'd heard that the symptoms could be bizarre indeed. Certainly he'd seen a number of baseballs to the head on others, and they hadn't collected themselves for hours afterwards, perhaps it was just a more severe version of that.

Barely concentrating, Sean nearly walked into the wall of the armoury, to which he gave an evil glare, as if it were somehow the fault of the masonary rather than his own state, which seemed to fluctuate between absolute bitterness and out of control bonkers, though Sean wouldn't say he was crazy, it was just difficult to keep normal when the landscape looked like it was being reflected through a distorted mirror.

Sean blundered blindly through the door, pushing past the group gathered around it, and only stopped when he accidentally kicked something across the floor. He looked down. It was a collar. Sean glanced back up, then around at the various people also inside.

"If that's some kind of trick, your sense of humour has a lot to answer for," Sean told them, before sitting down heavily as his vision did another 360 turn around. "Jesus," he muttered. "Would you give me five, fucking, seconds without freaking on me?"
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"Urgh..."

The chance to finally stop working and get some sleep had been a welcome one for Lucy, and it was safe to say she'd taken it with both hands. Her body had pretty much given up on her, sucuumbing to the fatigue that came with boycotting sleep in anything more than fitful naps for near-on six entire days. Despite having managed to do nothing but slumber for some considerable time, Lucy still found being roused unpleasant. After what she'd done, she could have quite happily slept for a week.

Eyes bleary, Lucy sat up, wincing at the various aches and pains that had arisen from crashing out on an area barely superior to the naked floor. Her back hurt from where she had been hunched over the laptop, and Lucy could tell she was suffering from eye strain. But for all that... hadn't it been worth it? She allowed herself a small smile. The collars were off. There was still an island to escape from - terrorists (and fellow students, she reminded herself darkly) to elude, but this was a step further than anybody else had ever managed! Another thought came to the shy girl, and her smile widened a little more. This had been all her; the lonely 'wiz' had been the one to figure out how the get the collars off.

Wouldn't it be nice, when everybody knew that it was her that they had to thank for getting them off the island? But... that was getting ahead of herself, and really, it was Andrea who had got them all together. Forget acclaim, Lucy just wanted to get out of there alive.

Lucy stretched for a moment then got to her feet, looking across the room curiously to see who it was that had woken her. She knew a voice had broken her sleep, but, barely-awake as she had been hearing it, Lucy hadn't been able to identify who it belonged to. For a moment, seeing the compact sub-machine gun that the newcomer was holding, her guts clenched in fear, then, all of a sudden, relaxed. If he was going to attack, he would have done already. Besides... Dean Portman was 'the hockey guy' - the student who was going to turn professional in the sport. Even a loner like Lucy knew about him, and she felt confident he wouldn't be hostile.

"U-um..." she said quietly, when it looked as though the others were a little too shocked by Dean's arrival to speak up. "I... that is, uh..." Lucy fidgeted a little, feeling tiny beside the tall, muscular athlete. "I can get your collar off. I already removed 'Drea's, Jessi and Derrick too," Lucy didn't wait for an answer, hoping being assertive would prevent Dean from making a fuss. Timidly, she reached up, but he was too tall. Flushing, she returned to the middle of the room to get a chair, which she placed behind Dean. "Now if you'll just hold still..." Lucy told him quietly as she got up on the furniture. "This will be off in no time,"Hoping that the fact that she had her hands on his collar would dissuade Dean from jerking away, Lucy began going through the motions that, by the fourth time, were becoming familiar to her.

Take ahold of this wire, pull this like so... give that one a little jerk and then carefully shift this one along... watch out for the thick cord, I've seen those schematics... now, grab this bit and with a tug...

There was a loud beep, Lucy's heart leapt into her mouth, as it had every time that noise had been emitted, then... the collar came away soundlessly. In her relief, Lucy hurled it clean across the room, to smash against the rear wall of the armoury and clatter onto the floor. She hugged Dean reflexively, the sportsman dwarfing her diminutive frame despite the aid of the chair. There was nothing romantic about the gesture - Lucy just felt that it was the best way to show how pleased she was that there was another person to join there group.

Free. That's what we are. Free.

"Sorry to just grab your collar," Lucy said meekly after a moment. "I thought the best way to prove it was to show you. Um, that we can get them off I mean. Talk to Drea if you want to know more. I've got to..." Lucy made a vague motion towards the entrance, before starting towards it. Finally, the rain was stopping - she wanted some fresh air.

Lucy never even made it outside, almost bumping straight into a bespectacled student who appeared to be... She blinked once. No... that's definitely gatorade. Don't tell me that's his ... Lucy shook her head abruptly to dispel the distracting thoughts. He was carrying a drink, wow, big deal, there was other stuff to worry about. This guy directly requested his collar be taken care of, so Lucy didn't hesitate in walking behind him to start working at it. Just as before, her hands were becoming surer, the act of removal quicker (although she took care not to speed up too much, pulling the wrong wire in haste would lead to disaster). The loud beep sounded, and it heralded the sixth student to be freed from the stress of having a bomb strapped to their neck.

She opened her mouth to say something to the new guy, perhaps ask for a name, maybe give one, offer some sort of encouragement or comfort, but she didn't get the chance to say a single word. Somebody else stumbled in, and Lucy's eyes went as wide as saucers when she saw what a state they were in.

"W-what...?" she was struck speechless. Maxie Dasai looked an absolute wreck. Her face was badly bruised, especially around the left eye. Along with its counterpart, it had a wild look about it, darting back and forth across the room. What little clothing she was wearing was mud-spattered, and well, speaking of clothes... The poor girl had to have run into some bastard, because frankly, she was barely wearing any. Indeed, she stood in the doorway completely topless for such a long time before realising that Lucy very nearly ran over there to cover Maxie up herself. Lucy quickly ran over to her, catching hold of the taller girl's arm and leading her inside, making wordless comforting noises. She glared fiercely at Derrick, Dean and the newcomer – the boys in the room, wondering if they'd been 'enjoying the view' so to speak. Whatever had happened to this girl (and Lucy didn't want to venture a guess), it had been bad enough without people staring at her chest.

Lucy found a too-small shirt in her bag to give the girl. Given the size of Maxie's assets, and the general discrepancy in height and weight between the pair of them, the clothing was barely modest, but at least it was clothes. She was about to offer to deactivate Maxie's collar when there was a skittering sound. Lucy turned to see a blond-headed, rather muscular boy stagger inside. He made a rather cynical comment, then sat down like he owned the place. Lucy felt like ticking him off, but decided there were more important things to worry about, like...

She went to work, and another collar was soon tossed to the floor like a discarded toy. The girl barely seemed to notice what had happened, and instead sat there, staring into space. Lucy decided not to invade her privacy, then went over to the irritating blond.

"This is no joke. Be quiet whilst I do this," Lucy was surprised when he actually shut up – he seemed the type to be the motor-mouth. He let out an amazed laugh when the collar dropped away, and he rubbed his neck, as if to check it was still there.

"Damn, I guess karma owed me some slack," he said, then slumped backwards, passing out straight into Lucy's lap. She looked at him with a faint expression of disgust, gently lowering his head to the floor as she shifted backwards.

That makes... wow, eight! This can just keep growing and growing. We might not have been in time to save everybody, but we can surely get the people alive out. ... Right?
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"Ann, stop bein' so stubborn," Derrick sighed, rubbing some stubble that had begun to grow his chin. He normally hated having facial hair, but it wasn't the right place or time to be worrying about minuscule things like that. "Ya can't jus' go out there on your own. People out there would attack you the first chance they got. It' ain't a smart move."

Derrick leaned back in the rickety chair he was stationed at and propped his feet on the table. Stealing a glance at Jessica, Derrick saw the look of uneasiness, that had been plastered on her face since they had met up, was still very apparent on the girl's beautiful features. It befuddled the boy how someone could be that nervous after the miracle that had just been bestowed upon them. Derrick's eyes wandered over the floor and onto the backpack he had brought on the trip. Was now the right time? He stared at the bag for what seemed like hours, until finally decided to wait. He'd do it when the time was right. Focusing back on Jessica, Derrick ran a hand through his hair and spoke up.

"Cheer up, Jess," Derrick grinned, his braces glinting in the soft light, "The collars are off, we're-"

Before Derrick could utter another word, a loud slam erupted in the room, shaking dust off the walls and knocking an empty gun rack down. All three students immediately turned their attention to the entrance of the armory, fully expecting to see some gun wielding maniac ready to blow their brains out.

What they did see was a gun wielder, but he was far from being a maniac. Standing in their doorway, dressed like a Survivor reject and holding a gun was none other than Dean Portman, one of Derrick's hockey teammates.

"Hey there, Rambo, how 'bout you put that gun down an' come in?" A crooked grin spread over Derrick's face as he faced his comrades. Jessica's constant expression of nervousness was instead replaced with that of a terrified one. Andrea remained stern looking as ever, but from years of friendship with the girl, Derrick could clearly tell that she was unnerved.

Lucy, who had apparently awoken during the ordeal, softy spoke up. Her voice cracked several times and she was having a hard time trying to explain to situation, so instead the girl merely walked up to Dean and took off his collar- just like that. For such a small girl, Lucy had some pretty big gonads.

As if appearing out of thin air, a Mexican boy peered out from behind Dean with the request of having his collar taken off. Derrick didn't really know the boy personally and didn't trust the boy one bit, but he hadn't attacked them yet so he probably wasn't going to. Lucy kindly obliged his request and removed his collar, only to be greeted with two more students.

Derrick knew who these ones were, though. Maxie Dasai, who was standing half naked in the doorway, and Sean O'Cann, who had made himself comfortable in a seat next to Jessica. In an attempt to not sneak a peak at Maxie's twins, Derek focused all his attention on eying up Sean. The guy was amazingly cocky and waltzed in like he was the one who orchestrated the collar removal. And then as icing on the cake, he demanded that his collar be removed.

Derek watched as Lucy removed the boy's collar, only to have him pass out a second later. The excitement in the room had withered yet again, only to be replaced with one of anticipation.

"So.... what now?" Jessica said softly, breaking the silence that had overtaken the room.
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((Neil Sinclair continued from Students Against Destructive Decisions))

"So.... what now?"

The answer to that question might have just arrived in the form of a boy, holding an M16 with his pack and guitar slung across his back. He was tired, wet, and losing hope that he would ever get out of the jungle. Hopefully Rio, Marnie, and Denise were close behind him.

Hopefully Dominica and Matthew were up ahead.

That's when Neil Sinclair saw a large building up ahead.

Neil knelt down and took out his map and tried to figure out what the building was. At first he thought he was at the mess hall, until he realized he wasn't anywhere even in that direction. Or was he? No, this place wasn't even marked on his map. Unless it was the mess hall...or one of these other buildings.

Neil turned around to see if his group caught up yet, only to see no one. He would have to go check it out himself, which he was accustomed to by now. In every TV show and movie he saw, the leader was the one who put himself in danger to help the group. Neil knew people at home were watching, and if he was put into the position of leader of S.A.D.D he didn't want to disappoint his family. He wouldn't let anyone down.

Moving forward slowly, his M16 ready, Neil approached the entrance to the armory and pressed himself flat against the wall and looked inside. He saw no one at first, so when he walked inside he was surprised to see a large group together. They all looked friendly, but one thing Neil knew by now was that looks could be deceiving. He had no cover to get too, which wasn't ideal. Instinct told him to jump back outside, yet his trusting nature caused him to just stand there, his M16 aimed at the group.

"I'm Neil Sinclair, I'm friendly."

Neil hoped that they would believe him.

He wasn't sure how people felt about Danya's announcement about him. People could see Neil as a murderer for having such a stupid plot as to destroy cameras to get to phase 2 of his escape plan, causing the innocent girls to die.

Or people could see him as someone who was actively trying to mess with Danya. Someone who wouldn't kill anyone.

Neil, who wasn't very observant, didn't notice that these students lacked collars around their necks. He did notice the collars on the ground however, and he wasn't entirely sure what they were at first, until his eyes traveled to the students necks.

A smile formed across Neil Sinclair's face that was as wide as it's ever been on the island.
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(Dorian Ibanescu continued from No Longer at Ease)

The walk from the cottage had yet to destroy the pleasant mood Dorian now found himself in, and he even found himself chatting and reminiscing with Izzy as the two of them made their way through the seemingly endless jungle. They hadn't been able to decide on any particular destination, since Adam, Bill, nor Marnie had left them any indication of where they'd be, so for now the two had simply decided to see where they ended up. It wasn't exactly good planning, but there was little else they could do.

The weight of the shotgun was slightly comforting in Dorian's strong hands, and while he'd only taken a brief glance through the manual to figure out how to use it he definitely felt a lot less vulnerable than he had for the majority of his stay on the island so far, having only been previously armed with pepper spray (and for the last day or so a somewhat useless bread knife). While he didn't want to use the hefty weapon, his time spent on the island (especially his most recent encounter with Dennis) had all but confirmed that he'd probably have to eventually...and when it came to protecting Marnie, Izzy and the others, it was a better choice than letting them die.

Curiously, Dorian stepped out of the foliage as he noticed a rather conspicuous building come into their field of vision. He thought to pull out his map and check where they were, but almost immediately he was distracted by the M16-wielding boy standing outside, the wide-toothed grin plastered on his face. He wasn't sure exactly why he was smiling, but there was one thing that was certain. It was Neil Sinclair.

"NEIL!" Dorian shouted somewhat rashly, making his way through the brush and stepping over a couple logs before quickening his pace a bit. He made sure to turn back and wave Izzy over to indicate that the coast was clear, then turned and approached Neil rather hastily, ready to greet him with open (or relatively open) arms.

It was then, though, that Dorian located the source of Neil's glee.

Not only were there many students inside the unrecognizable building, but none of them had collars on. Instead the collars straddled the ground, haplessly laying about in random places. Dorian lowered the shotgun carefully so as not to intimidate anybody and stared wide-eyed at the group, unsure of exactly what to say other than one thing.

"Uhm...care to help us out, too?"
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[[ Izzy continued from No Longer at Ease ]]
[[ Ianto continued from New Paths ]]

Izzy gave a less pleased sound as Dorian and herself moved through yet another line of undergrowth that filled the jungle and found themselves surrounded by even more jungle than before... if that was at all possible of happening of course. At this point, and with the medication wearing off--thus the pain from her wounds starting to return--she wasn't the happiest to see even more of this seemingly never-ending jungle that seemed to cover the island, further more she had little to no idea just where on the map they where. They really hadn't had a place to head set up because they really didn't know where any of the three could possibly be and with an island this big... not to mention with their lack of knowledge concerning the new danger zones she could only wonder what the next turn might bring them to. Though the time was thankfully passed with small talk between the two of them as the trek continued, but as they pressed through another large amount of foliage they suddenly found themselves standing before a rather large building which by glancing toward her map... shouldn't really exist.

Her concern over this was a bit shot to Hades though as Dorian yelled out, flinching somewhat and glancing toward the boy as he called out the name and proceeded to bound out of the brush toward the other figure standing outside of the currently unknown building. Tilting her head somewhat as the name Dorian had called out and his appearance clicked in her head telling her this was the one Neil Sinclair, the person who's group had been all over the announcement for a number of reason though mostly for when Danya decided their camera breaking antics deserved some punishment... coming in the form of random lives being taken for no reason.

Pursing her lips somewhat Izzy eyed the signal of sorts from Dorian as she found herself sighing and shrugging before moving out of the underbrush she had been standing in and toward the two, though she didn't have to much of a chance to get to terribly far before something caught her attention out the corner of her eye. In her attempt to put some distance between herself and this... whatever ended in Izzy slipping in the muddy jungle ground, the jolt sending more pain racing up her side but she was more concerned with what was coming out of the foliage because all she could see was a rifle. Though as the figure fully came out she found herself almost laughing that she had thought this person of all people would try and kill someone. Though their Vice President didn't seem to be doing to well himself it seemed... with a water-downed, ratty looking bandage wrapped about about his head while sporting a rather dark bruise along his right arm. Nevertheless though the somewhat tried look changed into that of confusion as he glanced about the three in the area before turning his attention to the girl currently sitting on the ground.

"Izzy..." He muttered almost as if he was unsure of it, Izzy tisking somewhat in the back of her mind and thinking her former Chemistry partner better remember her name, after a moment sifting the rifle to hold out his hand. "Here, I haven't a clue as to why you're in the mud but it's probably not the best place."

"Chi, that's your fault." She explained, taking the offered hand and pulling herself up onto her feet again. "I'm surprised though... figuring you're nature I'd figure you'd have half the school following you around."

Ianto seemed a bit curious by the statement for a brief second before looking off, "Yes well... I don't think half the school is left. All who I had was Brad and Terrie and it seems I've somehow managed to lose them."

Frowning a little Izzy herself glanced off, back to where Dorian and Neil were... Dorian's words making her curious as she wondered away from the student council member and to where they both were standing. "Just what are you two..." She began though quickly trailed off at the sight, blinking and then rubbing her eyes just to make sure she was seeing right. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

All this in turn got Ianto curious as he moved from where he had been standing to the small group and glancing in--caught off guard by all the collars on the ground and not on the other's necks and even more shocking to him was who was sitting amongst them. Someone he had worried over and was afraid had been killed or something in these spanning days, unable to help chuckling somewhat as he moved to step inside a little.

"Really President, figures you'd be behind something like this."
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The next few hours seemed to fly by for Andrea, as one by one more students appeared and increased the newfound group's chance of success. Lucy had woken up a short while ago and proceeded to remove four more collars successfully. Andrea couldn't help but admire the tenacious young girl. She'd barely slept in a week and was even more driven than she was, which was quite a feat, she had to admit. The young girl's determination combined with her intelligence meant that she'd go far in life - and most certainly, without her, none of them would be where they were right now.

Jessica's awkward icebreaker drew Andrea's attention to her, and in an attempt to re-assure the seemingly anxious girl she drew in a deep breath and explained what was bound to happen.

"Well, it's almost morning...I think I'm going to go back out there and look for everyone else. The more we have the better our chances are, after all." Whether or not they'd be co-operative didn't concern Andrea as much as it should've, since she was banking on the fact that she didn't have a collar on being a pretty good introduction to her fellow classmates. She knew her reputation preceded her though, and sometimes that could've been a bad thing...but still, if worst came to worst it was better her than Lucy.

Andrea opted to look outside and guess just how long she had left before her trek began, but as she peeked out the door she found a boy standing there with an M16. Jumping back in awe she was about to raise her hands in an effort to discourage him from attacking, but upon closer examination she noticed that he was smiling. It was Neil Sinclair, and Andrea was most certainly happy to see him. He seemed to have noticed the breakthrough they'd made, and she felt obligated to greet him.

"Hey, Neil..." She started, smiling gently and easing up a bit. It was at this time that Dorian, Izzy and Ianto seemed to emerge simultaneously from the jungle outside, and all of them seemed rather keen on joining the rally as well...at least, that was what she could only assume by the looks of mixed astonishment and joy on their faces.

"Hold on a minute, guys," she directed, looking back towards Lucy and nodding towards the newcomers.

"Little help, Lu?" She inquired, making her way over to Neil and directing him to hold still as she carefully went about unfastening his collar. She was more confident with the procedure after having helped Lucy do it, and her fingers worked methodically through the various wires and and snatches until eventually the collar clambered down onto the muddy earth. She hoped the gesture of kindness was enough to ease the other collared students standing outside, and as Lucy made her way out behind her Andrea moved over towards Dorian, opting to let Lucy take care of the other two.

After a few minutes she'd finished unfastening Dorian's collar, and satisfied, she stepped back and waited for Lucy to finish.
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Lucy took another nap after she'd finished with the second round of collars. She had doubted she would have much to contribute on any discussion of their objectives. Lucy was just the techy, not a leader like Andrea. She wasn't even one of their fighters. On the other hand, they could have any number of people with guns and a limitlessly inspirational leader, and that wouldn't have got the collars off, would it? Lucy just had to keep on reminding herself that without her knowledge, they never would have made it as far as they did.

She awoke with a start when a hand fell on her shoulder and gently shook her. Lucy looked up to find that it was Maxie, who still had not said a single word. She pointed to the doorway, and Lucy looked over to the entrance to see another new arrival. Lucy had no idea who the guy was, although she nodded Maxie a thank you. Fortunately, that problem was solved moments later, and with the resolution came a flood of mixed feelings.

It was Neil. Neil Sinclair.

He was the leader of another group trying to escape, if Lucy remembered her announcements rightly. But then, she also recalled that his plan hadn't gone as well as their's... Lucy didn't know whether to be sad or just angry. Disarming the collars was so much better than just going around wrecking cameras and hoping something good came of it. But they... SADD, they hadn't had the resources Lucy's gorup had. After all, the laptop had been Andrea's 'weapon'

Luckily, Andrea came forward before Lucy had the chance to say anything to Neil. She was thankful for this intervention, as she wasn't entirely sure if she would have been able to keep ahold of herself. After all, he'd caused so many people to be killed with his plan. Derrick and Jessica too, had their collars not already been removed. It had after all, been announced ealier that Danya had blown their collars due to SADD's actions. Lucy wasn't sure whether this was just covering up for the fact they'd exploded whilst Andrea was tinkering with them. For the co-ordinators, that must have seemed a technical fault.

Soon thereafter, Lucy was surprised to see even more people arrive at the armoury. After all that time it had been just the four of them, and in the past couple of days all kinds of people were locating the armoury. She was glad of it though - the more people that joined them and got, well, de-collared, the better this would be.

"Just hold still," Lucy told the girl behind the shotgun-toting newcomer. She went to work on her collar, keeping an eye on Andrea as she did so. By now, the process was becoming close to automatic, enabling her to check that the class president wasn't about to blow somebody's head off. A shrill beep later, and the collar was gone.

Lucy made her way over to Ianto, but was once again frustrated by the issue of height. Although she could grasp the collar, reaching up, the difference in size was too big for her to properly see what she was doing. Embarassed, Lucy returned inside, where she took great pleasure in removing the chair Sean was leaning his head against from beneath him. His head smacked against the floor with a loud thunk, but he barely stirred. Good thing he was still sparked out. Soon enough, she went back to Ianto and dealt with his collar too.

We're on our way out. We can do this, we really can.
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Adam, Bill, and John wandered into the outskirts of the armory hesitantly looking around. Elsewhere, on the other side, Keith and Kallie did the same.

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[+] V7

B027 - Morgan Dragosavich: "Now come on, you have a flight to catch."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - M1 - PPr1 - PPr2 - T1 - T2 - T3

B042 - Connor Lorenzen: "You— you're gonna have to live with this for— for a long time. A long time, and I hope you do, brother. Really."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - M1 - M2 - Pr1 - PoPr1 - T1

B005 - Claudeson Bademosi: "May you see your Redeemer face to face and enjoy the vision of God forever."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 -M1 - VPS - T1

B062 - Jeff Greene: "Wait a minute, you're not Palom—"
Status: DECEASED (adopted from Blastinus)
V7: 9 - 10 - 11

G042 - Ariana Moretti: "You were always here."
Status: DECEASED
V7: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
Pregame: P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - M1 - M2 - M3 - T1 - T2 - T3
[+] Meanwhile...

V7 (2018):

Life; As It Happens

1: The Essay; June 2, 2015
2: The Pizza; June 6, 2015
3: The Leak; June 7, 2015
4: The Safe; June 4, 2018
5: The Call; September 19, 2015

6: Coda
7: The Secret; June 4, 2018
8: ???; June 9, 2018
9: ???; June 10, 2018
10: ???; June 10, 2018
11: ???; September 13, 2018


Ross Miller

1: Shatterday; June 9, 2018
2: I Wait on You Inside the Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea; July 13, 2018 - ongoing

3: ???
4: ???
5: ???

Pregame: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - M1 - M2 - SP - Snapchat

Carl Fredericks/Steven Lorenzen: The Needs of the Many

V6 (2015)
Mrs. Ritch: Sweet Billy
[+] The Past

The Creme de la Creme

V3: B007 - Keith Jackson: At the end of the road he's running, looking back to survey where he's been.
V1/3: B077 - Adam Dodd: You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain. The truth lies somewhere in between.
V1: B087 - Sidney Crosby: It's only cowardice if other people are around to tell you so. Otherwise, it's survival.
V1: B092 - Eddie Serjeantson: Fully in charge, but not much of an arborist.
V2: B013 - Andrew Ponikarovsky: Probably could have used a proper license and a driving lesson.
V1: G005 - Amanda Jones: A breath of fresh air, and in the end, that was all it took.
V3: B099 - John Sheppard: Went out with a bang.
V3: B122 - Ryan Atwell: Couldn't help but write a "Dear John" letter.
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*huff*

*puff*

"Ergh"

Bill was still struggling to follow Adam, the wound in his side still sending sharp spikes of pain. He didn't so much as look around as he did look at the ground, trying to catch his breath. It was all so messsed up. Only just had they been able to get out of the little gunfight there before, and that was supposed to be his little rest break. Now Bill was more exhausted and hurt than he'd been the whole time.

"Adam... do you want to *huff* tell me what exactly we're going to be doin' here, 'cause..."

A group of people seemed to be gathered in the building they now occupied. Maybe this was where they seemed to be headed? Bill didn't really know anymore. He decided maybe he should just shut up and figure out what was going on. He took a few limp steps closer and listened to the voices ahead.
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This could go down as the happiest Neil Sinclair has ever been on the island.

His collar was off, and he didn't even care how they did it, the fact was it was off. Someone figured it out. Someone beat Danya.

"Andrea, I hope you know right now you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world."

Neil said that jokingly to her, very grateful that she rescued him from his collar.

That wasn't even the happiest part. Dorian was here. Neil embraced the boy, not caring what anyone else thought and said, "I'm so happy to see you man! It's been a while since the barracks. Oh! I found Marnie! She should be catching up anytime. Though...well I got news on S.A.D.D I'll tell you when everything's calmed down. As you can see...the gangs not all here."

Neil said that with a bit of sadness.

S.A.D.D had became his new family on the island, and he knew he would do anything for his friends and his group. Their cause was escape, and through the trials and tribulations of the island, they had managed to stand strong. Where was Matt and Dominica? Everyone else? Neil felt like S.A.D.D had started to fall apart at the lookout tower once Danya made his strike. The barracks was the final blow, dispersing everyone in different directions.

Despite the small re-group at the chapel the announcement that Neil, Matt, and Dominica had won the best kill only served to split them up when Matt and Dominica went to retrieve the weapons. Neil should have stayed at the chapel. He should have watched over everyone there. He shouldn't have went out in search for everyone. He couldn't save everyone.

Damnit, he hated that thought.

He couldn't save everyone.

Though by leaving, he was here, without his collar, smiling with another S.A.D.D member, looking around as more and more people entered the building.

Lucy and Andrea, had they done this? Neil Sinclair thanked god for them being here, and for accomplishing what many considered impossible. What now though? That was normal now for Neil. He was always thinking of what now, and he really wanted to escape. They would have to organize, find others, not give up their advantage. They really had a chance now.

They really had a shot.
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