Luci had been rather busy wrapping her knee when the intercom system about the island crackled alive, eye blinking as she glanced about the room – listening lightly as that oh so familiar voice came on over the airwaves, cheery and as fucking ever. She knew some people on the announcements – some she didn’t, musing some as Adam’s name reappeared on the list of kills – and surprise, surprise he had managed to do the unthinkable and kill one of the terrorist. Though it seemed that the little promise Danya had made had been shot right to hell; not like she was suspecting much - I mean did anyone really think killing the terrorists would grant them a ticket home? She could only wonder how many people lost their lives because of that small glimmer of a broken promise Danya made.
Though as the death list passed, and he went onto the danger zones for this announcement – she felt a tinge of fear pass through as the small house – as well as all the other buildings on the island where made into danger zones. She turns her eye on the boy on the couch to her side, lips pursing as he rolled her pants leg back down, picking herself off the arm of the couch with a tisking sound. Bending downward, zipping the bag up once again; fixing her knives back into her belt and pistol into her pocket. “Well, mister – I believe this is where we take our leave. Being as there’s only ten of left on the island – I suppose we’re bound to see one another again. Toodles till then.” She mused with a wave, and a wink and with that took off out of the room, making sure to grab her axe as she did.
Stepping out of the house, she was ready to take off back into the forest – until the sharp sounds of twigs breaking caught her ears, she glancing off toward the sounds to spot a rather interesting sight – a shirtless boy currently coughing up blood as he made his way into the area of the small house, she casting a small glance his way – hadn’t he heard about the danger zones, though by the looks of it he was going to die, be it by the hole in his stomach or the this soon to be danger zone. Luci musing somewhat as she removed the pistol, resting the large axe and daypack on the ground moving forward.
“Got a bit messed up, didn’t you?”
Sinners Inc.
Dont Get Close...
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Jeremy looked up at the girl who was approaching him, asking him the question. Jeremy only managed to nod and say, "I trusted the wrong person." He coughed into his hand, looking at the blood that was on it. He then said, "I guess that's what I get for being one of the good guys."
He just smiled at the girl, all sense of danger had left him, and he really didn't think wether the girl was playing the game or not. Jeremy didn't even aim his shotgun up at her, he only looked at her, and her pistol.
"So, are you going to shoot me and prove to me I really am the last good guy on this island, or are you going to prove me wrong?" Jeremy wasn't really sure where he was getting at this, but he continued to eye the girl, not really cautiously, for he knew he was going to die, the question was though, how?
He just smiled at the girl, all sense of danger had left him, and he really didn't think wether the girl was playing the game or not. Jeremy didn't even aim his shotgun up at her, he only looked at her, and her pistol.
"So, are you going to shoot me and prove to me I really am the last good guy on this island, or are you going to prove me wrong?" Jeremy wasn't really sure where he was getting at this, but he continued to eye the girl, not really cautiously, for he knew he was going to die, the question was though, how?
“I don’t now – I can let you bleed to death slowly, or I could shoot you and put your out of your misery.”
A smirk formed against her features, as he slowly tilted her head – eye scanning over the dying boy as if he was one of those animals she had seen caged up at the zoo back when her mother used to take her when she was little. Though as the thought pressed, Luci continued to remind herself about how this was a human, a dying human – yes; but a fellow human all the same. Someone else that had survived through this horrid game, finding himself right at the end; dying when he was so close to tasting victory. A sigh left her chapped lips, as a hand ran itself through blood and dirt cake hair, breathing in a small bit as the hand currently gripping her pistol gave a small twitch and without much of a second thought would her arm pointed straight in the air, barrel and all pointed toward the boy.
A flash of a smile was all she game him before her finger pulled back on the trigger, what sounded like a small clap of thunder spreading through her as the bullet was sent in a blast out of the barrel of the gun and speeding toward its target – maybe she would be able to catch him and kill him instantly, though humanity was the last thing a lot of them thought about since entering this island; she couldn’t help the small bit of sorrow nipping at the back of her mind. Killing him, meant he wouldn’t have to suffer from that hole in his stomach anymore – which meant she was doing a good thing, right?
She sighed again, supposed it depended on where you stood – holding the gun, or taking the bullet on where your views on that subject stood.
A smirk formed against her features, as he slowly tilted her head – eye scanning over the dying boy as if he was one of those animals she had seen caged up at the zoo back when her mother used to take her when she was little. Though as the thought pressed, Luci continued to remind herself about how this was a human, a dying human – yes; but a fellow human all the same. Someone else that had survived through this horrid game, finding himself right at the end; dying when he was so close to tasting victory. A sigh left her chapped lips, as a hand ran itself through blood and dirt cake hair, breathing in a small bit as the hand currently gripping her pistol gave a small twitch and without much of a second thought would her arm pointed straight in the air, barrel and all pointed toward the boy.
A flash of a smile was all she game him before her finger pulled back on the trigger, what sounded like a small clap of thunder spreading through her as the bullet was sent in a blast out of the barrel of the gun and speeding toward its target – maybe she would be able to catch him and kill him instantly, though humanity was the last thing a lot of them thought about since entering this island; she couldn’t help the small bit of sorrow nipping at the back of her mind. Killing him, meant he wouldn’t have to suffer from that hole in his stomach anymore – which meant she was doing a good thing, right?
She sighed again, supposed it depended on where you stood – holding the gun, or taking the bullet on where your views on that subject stood.
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Jeremy wasn't surprised when the girl pulled the trigger of the gun, sending yet another bullet his way, and luck didn't help him this time, and he took yet another wound. The bullet impacted his left arm, right below the shoulder, and he groaned, and gritted his teeth.
This would be the time Jeremy would work all his energy into aiming his shotgun at the girl, but something caught his eye. He saw something poking out behind the house. What was that?
He knew he had to go, and he felt a rush of adrenaline as he charged the girl on his limping leg, and he knocked into her, not nearly as hard as he could have when he was well, but enough to stall her maybe. Then he made his way behind the house, only to see two parked cars.
Jeremy's eyes widened, for this was not what he was expecting. He saw a silver Chrysler Crossfire, not that he knew that's what the car was. He also saw a black Pontiac GTO. They were dirty, with mud caked in on the sides, but that was ok. Jeremy worked his way to the black car, and tried the handle, and to his surprise the car was unlocked.
Getting in the driver's seat he shut the door and started looking through all the compartments for some sort of key. In the glove compartment he found what he was looking for, a pair of keys, and he grabbed it and hoped for the best. Putting them into the ignition he turned them, and the car's engine roared to life, but died. Jeremy slammed the horn out of frusturation, and turned the keys again, this time the engine roared to life and stayed there.
Jeremy started to laugh out of happiness. He had driven a car a couple times before as part of drivers ed. He moved the gear to drive, and slowly pressed his foot on the peddle, and felt the car move. Jeremy turned the steering wheel, not sure where he was going, but wherever it was, it was away from this danger zone.
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This would be the time Jeremy would work all his energy into aiming his shotgun at the girl, but something caught his eye. He saw something poking out behind the house. What was that?
He knew he had to go, and he felt a rush of adrenaline as he charged the girl on his limping leg, and he knocked into her, not nearly as hard as he could have when he was well, but enough to stall her maybe. Then he made his way behind the house, only to see two parked cars.
Jeremy's eyes widened, for this was not what he was expecting. He saw a silver Chrysler Crossfire, not that he knew that's what the car was. He also saw a black Pontiac GTO. They were dirty, with mud caked in on the sides, but that was ok. Jeremy worked his way to the black car, and tried the handle, and to his surprise the car was unlocked.
Getting in the driver's seat he shut the door and started looking through all the compartments for some sort of key. In the glove compartment he found what he was looking for, a pair of keys, and he grabbed it and hoped for the best. Putting them into the ignition he turned them, and the car's engine roared to life, but died. Jeremy slammed the horn out of frusturation, and turned the keys again, this time the engine roared to life and stayed there.
Jeremy started to laugh out of happiness. He had driven a car a couple times before as part of drivers ed. He moved the gear to drive, and slowly pressed his foot on the peddle, and felt the car move. Jeremy turned the steering wheel, not sure where he was going, but wherever it was, it was away from this danger zone.
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((As three days have passed, and Bloody_Fists has yet to post, or contact anyone. Stevan's death is final, and will be taken care of now.))
Lucinda had to admit, she was slightly thrown off when the injured boy rammed into her – sending her falling off to the side a bit as she moved to press up against the house’s wall in order to keep from falling against the ground. An annoyed sound escaping her mouth as she straightened up, turning to face where the other had moved off too… lifting her pistol again though finding that she was pointing at nothing. Narrowing eyes lightly as she turned a glance toward the ground, spotting the specks and globs of blood left behind in the boy’s wake…
Cursing softly she fix herself upright and followed the trail left behind, following along the side of the house until she came up to the back just as an odd sound burst through the air, causing her to pause in her tracks a bit – though before she could ponder it more the sound caught the air again, but this time grew into something more, something familiar, like the sound of someone starting an engine. A confused expression crossing her features as she sped into a walk again, quicker than before rounding the back of the house and catching what had been making all the noise.
She couldn’t help but gape a bit at the sight of the two cars – surprised that no one hadn’t done any damage to the island with these earlier but forcing surprised thoughts to the back of her mind – she lifted her pistol once more, firing off two shots at the moving car; tisking a bit as she took a glance to the other car; shaking her head with a sigh raced toward it. Pulling against the door handle found the it locked, stepping back and firing the last bullet in her gun’s chamber into the window, the small hole sending cracks all though the glass before it shattered in a defining sound.
Breaking away anymore larger pieces away, reached a hand in, unlocking the door and pulling the door open, glancing about the car compartment with a glance, moving and opening areas trying to locate keys of any sort. It wasn’t until she dug about in the side door area that she managed to remove a set of keys, sighing a bit as she went about closing the door. Pushing keys into the ignition until the right one fit in, and with a turn allowed the car to slowly crank to life.
Hands gripping at the steering wheel, she pressed her foot into the gas a bit feeling the car jump forward a little. Musing somewhat, as she lifted off the seat a bit, removing the small pack of bullets from her pocket that she had stolen from the boy, reloading the gun and pressing down against the pedal – all that safety and lessons from her dad being remembered when she had started learning how to drive before they left for the trip. Twisting the wheel, and following along after the boy, he wanted to have some fun?
Well… well, why not.
Stevan Hyde had remained sitting there for a moment longer after the girl had ran from the house, deciding to finish off his little stick of cancer before falling out of here -- preparing to face the game a member of the Final 10 players of this horrid little game. Tossing the small piece left across the way, he stood onto his feet, making a bit of pace as he made his way back up the staircase provided. Gathering all his stuff he had left when he had come down to face the girl that had made her way inside.
Making sure everything was in order, he threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way back downstairs, fixing the grip of his shotgun from one to the other. Working out his pack of cigarettes once again, working one between chapped lips as he replaced the pack in the pocket of his jeans, returning a moment later with a lighter as he moved outside the house, catching a couple of interesting sounds as he did, though as he exited the dank home and moved to stand some feet from the entrance way, drowning in the sunlight of the fading day – Stevan paused in his steps, sifting his pack a bit and removing the lighter from his other pocket, lifting it toward his lips and the cigarette and flicking it alive.
It was around that time that those odd sounds returned, and as the white stick came to life and the hand holding the lighter dropped to his side; at that point he didn’t have time to glance up to see where the screeching sound of tires where coming from, or the sounding of a roaring engine because by the time his head was parting lifted back up he felt a sudden force slam into his legs a cry escaping him as the pressure of such rolling up forced him to fall against the ground – tears ridded eyes glancing about in there tear-induced state to see that before him was the front of a car – blood spotted about the front bumper somewhat. A whimper escaping as he moved against his hands, pack and shotgun forgotten as he tried to crawl away though his legs screamed in their broken protest.
Out the corner he could see the car moving slowly in reverse… praying maybe they where leaving, but as his hand reached back toward the entrance he once more heard the roar of an engine and rolling tires. The tires catching him at an angle where one moved over his lower back, cracking his spine like a wishbone the feeling of bones shattering might causing the boy to scream if at the same moment the other hadn’t rolled over his head – the pressure from the vehicle crushing his head like a melon. Splattering brain matter, bone, blood and other like issuing out from under the front right tire, the vehicle moving forward, back tires moving over the fallen form before coming to a spot a bit away. The rearview mirror being fixed on the sight, while another smirk fixed across Luci’s lips.
With a small huff, she exited the car, moving about and gathering his fallen bag and shotgun, sending a wink at the bloody body. “That’s for the eye joke.” She mused out, tossing the gathered supplies along with her discarded own into the passenger seat. Resuming her spot and moving off again, intent on refinding the boy that had taken off in the other car sometime before.
B41 - Stevan Hyde - Dead
((Continued elsewhere...))
Lucinda had to admit, she was slightly thrown off when the injured boy rammed into her – sending her falling off to the side a bit as she moved to press up against the house’s wall in order to keep from falling against the ground. An annoyed sound escaping her mouth as she straightened up, turning to face where the other had moved off too… lifting her pistol again though finding that she was pointing at nothing. Narrowing eyes lightly as she turned a glance toward the ground, spotting the specks and globs of blood left behind in the boy’s wake…
Cursing softly she fix herself upright and followed the trail left behind, following along the side of the house until she came up to the back just as an odd sound burst through the air, causing her to pause in her tracks a bit – though before she could ponder it more the sound caught the air again, but this time grew into something more, something familiar, like the sound of someone starting an engine. A confused expression crossing her features as she sped into a walk again, quicker than before rounding the back of the house and catching what had been making all the noise.
She couldn’t help but gape a bit at the sight of the two cars – surprised that no one hadn’t done any damage to the island with these earlier but forcing surprised thoughts to the back of her mind – she lifted her pistol once more, firing off two shots at the moving car; tisking a bit as she took a glance to the other car; shaking her head with a sigh raced toward it. Pulling against the door handle found the it locked, stepping back and firing the last bullet in her gun’s chamber into the window, the small hole sending cracks all though the glass before it shattered in a defining sound.
Breaking away anymore larger pieces away, reached a hand in, unlocking the door and pulling the door open, glancing about the car compartment with a glance, moving and opening areas trying to locate keys of any sort. It wasn’t until she dug about in the side door area that she managed to remove a set of keys, sighing a bit as she went about closing the door. Pushing keys into the ignition until the right one fit in, and with a turn allowed the car to slowly crank to life.
Hands gripping at the steering wheel, she pressed her foot into the gas a bit feeling the car jump forward a little. Musing somewhat, as she lifted off the seat a bit, removing the small pack of bullets from her pocket that she had stolen from the boy, reloading the gun and pressing down against the pedal – all that safety and lessons from her dad being remembered when she had started learning how to drive before they left for the trip. Twisting the wheel, and following along after the boy, he wanted to have some fun?
Well… well, why not.
Stevan Hyde had remained sitting there for a moment longer after the girl had ran from the house, deciding to finish off his little stick of cancer before falling out of here -- preparing to face the game a member of the Final 10 players of this horrid little game. Tossing the small piece left across the way, he stood onto his feet, making a bit of pace as he made his way back up the staircase provided. Gathering all his stuff he had left when he had come down to face the girl that had made her way inside.
Making sure everything was in order, he threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way back downstairs, fixing the grip of his shotgun from one to the other. Working out his pack of cigarettes once again, working one between chapped lips as he replaced the pack in the pocket of his jeans, returning a moment later with a lighter as he moved outside the house, catching a couple of interesting sounds as he did, though as he exited the dank home and moved to stand some feet from the entrance way, drowning in the sunlight of the fading day – Stevan paused in his steps, sifting his pack a bit and removing the lighter from his other pocket, lifting it toward his lips and the cigarette and flicking it alive.
It was around that time that those odd sounds returned, and as the white stick came to life and the hand holding the lighter dropped to his side; at that point he didn’t have time to glance up to see where the screeching sound of tires where coming from, or the sounding of a roaring engine because by the time his head was parting lifted back up he felt a sudden force slam into his legs a cry escaping him as the pressure of such rolling up forced him to fall against the ground – tears ridded eyes glancing about in there tear-induced state to see that before him was the front of a car – blood spotted about the front bumper somewhat. A whimper escaping as he moved against his hands, pack and shotgun forgotten as he tried to crawl away though his legs screamed in their broken protest.
Out the corner he could see the car moving slowly in reverse… praying maybe they where leaving, but as his hand reached back toward the entrance he once more heard the roar of an engine and rolling tires. The tires catching him at an angle where one moved over his lower back, cracking his spine like a wishbone the feeling of bones shattering might causing the boy to scream if at the same moment the other hadn’t rolled over his head – the pressure from the vehicle crushing his head like a melon. Splattering brain matter, bone, blood and other like issuing out from under the front right tire, the vehicle moving forward, back tires moving over the fallen form before coming to a spot a bit away. The rearview mirror being fixed on the sight, while another smirk fixed across Luci’s lips.
With a small huff, she exited the car, moving about and gathering his fallen bag and shotgun, sending a wink at the bloody body. “That’s for the eye joke.” She mused out, tossing the gathered supplies along with her discarded own into the passenger seat. Resuming her spot and moving off again, intent on refinding the boy that had taken off in the other car sometime before.
B41 - Stevan Hyde - Dead
((Continued elsewhere...))
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