Da Stuffy

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Naomi never liked school. She did like stuffed animals though.

((Naomi continued from a very scary armory)).

Naomi was in front of a school, of sorts, as she tried to forget about the events that just transpired. Being on death-island was one thing, but being on death-island while also relatively unarmed was a whole other ordeal. On top of that, what makes it even worse, is that a lot of these people are assholes! They're assholes, Marty!

Naomi looked down at her hands, them clutching the bear as if her fists were a mountain lion clutching its preys neck. She lets go, the stuffed bear falling to the ground.

"A stuffed bear," Naomi would mutter to herself, "A stuffed bear and fucking bear spray." Naomi applauded these peoples senses of humor. I mean, a bunch of nerds who get off at watching people kill each other need to find fun in-between the murder. Naomi wondered how many had died, but it was way at the back of her mind. Best to try to suppress that thought. To suppress the knowledge that, there is a very good possibility, that someone, somewhere, somehow, is already dead. Murdered, committed suicide, or otherwise.

That was the nature of these things. At least, it's what she thought would be the nature of these things. She watched, like, half of hunger games.

Naomi picked the stuffed bear back up, and realized she hadn't introduced herself to it. "I'm Naomi. And...I think I'm going to call you..."

Naomi thought for a moment. She can't call it 'Yogi' or 'Smokey', because that's cliché. Plus, this lil guy is a polar bear.

"Eh, fuck it. Human names. You're Trevor."

And thus, the adventures of Naomi Faith and Trevor began.

((Naomi and Trevor gallivanted to new horizons and adventures, beginning a Don Quixote-esque time, elsewhere. Though, there would be a lot less saving, and a lot more cowering.))