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#13Post by Ohm » Sat Nov 28, 2020 11:05 am
Gus didn't want to take chances with things. He kept his face straight. No reaction.
Of course they were going to get used.
A school used to being a school.
Nothing in the rules books allowed for this.
Suspended animation wasn't a school anymore.
But he could taste it in the air.
Dried blood.
Walking down the stairs with a backpack on his back, he stopped a few times. He took stock of the books in his hand. He couldn't ignore it. They weren't going to be used the rest of his life. Not for the books. He'd had enough of that already. The suspense elements were just... grating. He'd take it. Soothed the mind.
Nothing to set him back, however.
Gus continued to look through his bag. He hoped that he hadn't left anything extra, like a bribe, though if someone offered to save him, he'd refuse. A corpse was a corpse.
He put the bag on the counter, once.
He hoped that after reading the attacks, he'd be primed to burst out and act before someone got on the early side.
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#14Post by G-Rated Hentai » Mon Nov 30, 2020 8:18 am
The '80s nostalgia thing was a weird time to be thinking about Gus, honestly. The thought of him getting old, or dying, or something... from the past few months had been particularly weird. It made SOTF feel a bit... familiar.
Like... if it happened to him.
Gus rolled his eyes as he walked to the counter, the positioning of his head and neck on the wooden floor and the cool of the water on the floats behind him. He'd been right about the bags, they were trap-y-dog. He'd just have to be smart about it.
His eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for something to freak out over. Nothing that could get him riled up.
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#15Post by G-Rated Hentai » Mon Nov 30, 2020 8:34 am
Closing his eyes and grinding his teeth at the dryness of the room, Gus let out a quick cough. Again, this was his fears come to life.
Between the cough and the quick sigh, Gus noticed a rolling shutter on the floor. He toyed with his teeth, waiting for the sound of something wooden cracking. When the sound came, he flinched, the tension in his back turning to heat, his back against a wall.
The coughing continued, and Gus felt a sharp headache start to come on. He opened his eyes, trying to see whether the pain was coming from his head. As it stood, it was, but with red-orange-red welts covering his vision.
A few feet away from him, a
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He threw the bag at her, and it rattled against the wooden floor behind him. She didn't know how to dodge it. Some would, others wouldn't. They were closer to his bag than hers. It had a dull, dull look. Should she open it?
"No," she answered. She dug through her bag, but there were too many useless and boring things. Gun powder? Don't let her find that one.
Bags. She opened them.
Empty. Un-filtered. Trash from the food she'd left behind. Trash.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
She tore them all open. Everything. Her bag. His bag. A soldier bag. A superhero bag. A pirate bag. A spy bag. A wrestler bag. A priest bag. A ninja bag. Nothing that matter, right?
The idea didn't feel right. The logical part of her brain, still processing everything, told her to keep it together, build up her body.
She tried to keep her eyes off of the floor.
They were bloody, though.
((SB10: Abel Kuntz and assoc. continued in the meanwhile))
There was an open path leading away from the cabin. Like some kind of forgotten metro line, it led away from the house boat on a nice day, occasionally interrupted by the occasional car or bus or train. But.
There were people on either side of the path. Humans, maybe, or, uh, aliens. She couldn't tell. There were some that she recognized, others that she didn't. And there were people she just kind of knew. Jh., the girl she'd fought on her way to the house boat, was on the whole a lot like the rest of the group. Allegedly some people back in school her age had gone so far as to dub her Virginia. But that wasn't quite right. Virginia was full of holes and all. The others were in the crowd, which meant it was a little easier to recognize her. That said, her bandanna didn't exactly mean someone was friendly.
Abel stood near the door, heaving a sigh of relief at the intrusion. As his gaze wandered over to the nearby girls' bathrooms, he muttered under his breath, "God, no."
He was alone right now, in a rooming houseboat, with nothing to do but stare at the porcelain bathroom fixtures and counters. An unavoidable side effect of the relaxant drug that his body was giving him was a sudden urge to curl up into a ball on the floor and die. It didn't seem like any of his classmates were here. And, frankly, he'd never felt anywhere like this before.
He decided that he'd at least try to stay awake.
((To be continued))
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#9Post by Tapey » Fri Nov 27, 2020 5:05 am
The annoying reality of the situation forced a change of plan.
Instead of putting on a show, he decided to act like an extra in a cast. Realizing that he'd gotten the upper hand in the conversation, he slowly made his way towards the houseboat. This was more of a display than anything. He hoped the cameras would see his bandana and take notice.
He
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"Y-Yeah..."
She took the time to gasp to get her breathing back under control.
"-I need you to keep your distance from her, okay? Don't get me wrong, I don't want to get involved, if you make it out, but... I just figured you shouldn't hang around too long. Leet said it himself, he had seen enough fights to know this place. Just don't get yourself killed unnecessarily."
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#13Post by Kermit » Wed Nov 25, 2020 9:09 pm
Leah wondered why the hell she was doing this. Was she doing it to spite her? Or was she just remembering a story she could have told her friends? Sure, it was a lot harder for her to forget a friend's name than a classmate's, but she felt a little better. If she had been remembering her friend's name instead of her classmate's, she would have probably been more upset about it.
And why wasn't she doing this? She just wanted to leave this place. She just wanted to leave this platform. She just wanted to run away. She just wanted to get out of here before she had to deal with whatever came her way. The noose tightening around her ankles didn't do much to make her reconsider her plan of escape.
She had put on a brave face for the cameras, though. But for the moment, she just looked away.
After a moment, though, she decided to give her up. She was not going to look to kill her anymore.
"I was just thinking about you, buddy. I have no idea how you're doing. What should I do now?"
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#14Post by Lilith » Wed Nov 25, 2020 9:17 pm
Ashanti would've liked to think she was doing him a favor by not showing up, but at the very least he was a nuisance. If she had her lances in hand, she'd have chased him down before he took out the axe and got in her face.
"I don't know much about your grade," she said. "But anyway, my apologies for making such a long talk!"
It was always awkward when she spoke to a high school student before the conversation really got to her. In most other areas of life, she knew she was supposed to be having a little more fun than she was.
"I'm sorry. What do I do now?" she added, more to herself than to him. "I only started when the bell rang. I didn't know what to do then."
She gestured with her hands as if she had some idea of what to do. Ashanti had always had a thing for talking, and she didn't know why she had become so good at it.
"But anyways, I have some things to think about and I'll see you then."
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#15Post by G-Rated Hentai » Wed Nov 25, 2020 9:21 pm
"For now?" Luanne asked, her tone full and friendly.
She had a lot to think about.
First
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That was her goddamn weapon, by the way.
A problem, then, that the quality of her outfit didn't matter all that much—at the very least. Better equipment was just going to get you killed more easily, whereas a dinky little costume would have to do a lot of walking.
It was 2 AM. Things were going to get really awkward very quickly, at least for Luciano.
Mateo took a step closer to the girl, noticing the bandanna tied around her wrist. He guessed that it was a recurring theme in the boy's. Her taste in music was dubious at best, to be honest, but that didn't stop him from getting the sense that there was some kind of connection there. He recognized the lead singer, he guessed, but he didn't recognize her.
At the very least, he didn't recognize anyone on her team. If the girl wasn't on his team, then at least he had the impression that she was a teammate. Or maybe it was just that the only connection he had was the one between them. Some sort of unofficial bond, perhaps?
He took another few steps closer.
He looked both ways, trying to find the one not connected to this conversation, and also between those nearby.
At least, he hoped not.
He carefully parked his car, slinging his bag over one shoulder. He was planning on changing into his gear very soon. It was a nice, cool, dry car, but so cold that it almost felt like it could use a good coat.
No, that was not a cold thing. He had just a normal cold feeling. Those poor bastards had to deal with the elements here.
Without thinking, he opened his bag and tore the top half off of the bag, revealing a new, bland-ass item. Soeaman's biscuit were these little mini-crackers that the Ugly Americans used to make a point of dumping all over the carpet in the company cafeteria, but the boxy little thingy were the standout pieces of foreign food, actually. One of his classmates had commented on it being a bit of a turnoff when he ate them because they were too bland and over-processed, so he shook his head and found a place to store them.
There was another thing in his bag, outside of the biscuit, which he did not carry with him, instead grabbing a rock from his bandana. The sound of grinding metal and the sand outside was a familiar accompaniment to his everyday routine of going to the bathroom. He'd leave soon, so he needed to be aware of that.
His bandana was now tied around his wrist and was now tucked into his pocket. He had never been known as one to miss out on opportunities to join in on a fun little group activity, let alone be a part of one. It was nice having a companion to talk to on the side, just in case he ran into someone who was more in the know about SOTF than he was.
Beau had been one of his friends, yeah, he remembered now. Was it any wonder that he was wearing a bandana around his wrist?
"Ahh, welcome to the meeting room, Fancy, Sweetie. You're going to be a part of the group now, so..."
A hand was pressed to his shoulder as Fancy wiped the sweat from her brow.
"I don't think I'm going to ask anything of you, anyways..."
A few steps closer, she glanced back at the other girl.
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#7Post by Tapey » Thu Dec 02, 2020 2:22 pm
"A weapon?"
No, no, that was absurd. He was just a box of chocolates.
Gus looked at Leo. Felt bad for him for making a decision like that, but he could not help but wonder what was in his bag.
"I don't suppose."
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#8Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 02, 2020 7:39 pm
"I'll keep you safe."
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#9Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 02, 2020 8:13 pm
"You can keep the knife."
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#10Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 02, 2020 9:00 pm
"Thanks."
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#11Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 02, 2020 9:07 pm
"You don't have to explain."
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But then she realized she shouldn't be really worried about her collar, because it had been a long time since she'd been in one, and it was mostly cloudy. A bright white band on the outside was her safety rating, and it was higher than a perfect livery.
The floating pool chair was her weapon of choice. It was sat in her lap, as her muscles protested when she closed her eyes.
"I guess it's better than I expected," she said, with a shrug. She was a good person to have these flashbacks to, she had no inkling of what to expect, and it was useful to have some sort of reference.
"There was a little boy running around outside, he scared me. He was about to die, that's what people do. I tried to use the collar to get him to come out, but it didn't work. It's not that practical, I think." She tried to smile, her usual nervous, kept her face steely.
"Your weapon? Your weapon?"
A whistle.
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#24Post by ItzToxie » Thu Dec 10, 2020 3:37 pm
Fisk grabbed the collar and tossed it at Vasily's head. He watched, fascinated. Vasily seemed to have no idea what his was worth and Fisk didn't know if he was planning on using it on anyone other than himself.
The incident to get his collar was Vasily's leaving, not Fisk's negligence. Fisk had given the idiot what he wanted, and he was leaving now to get what he wanted. In the back of his head he saw it as a bad strategy and thought about the casualties he could have prevented had he kept a better grip on that girl. There were too many people, too many paths to take, if he stayed to attack. They could have all been casualties to his indiscriminate blows to their heads. No, that wasn't true, but Fisk wouldn't stop now.
After all, he had what he wanted, and he was planning on getting it. No head too big for him.
He flipped the collar over and over and over again until it was completely worn down, until only the collar remained. Vasily hesitated, but finally snapped his head up with its collar.
"Hey buddy, don't play my game, I'm not playing yours!" He shouted, and then he stepped closer.
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#25Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 10, 2020 8:48 pm
Fisk unzipped the backpack and began to search through it. There were a bunch of little plastic bottles with little labels on them and a bunch of little plastic bottles each labeled with a different thing. The little bottles weren't that interesting to look at; the big ones were for actual food and booze and this season was full
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#14Post by Cicadan » Wed Nov 25, 2020 5:14 pm
“I… don’t think so.”
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Akeno had been shot and her palm struck with a shiv. She had been unconscious for a while now and the effects of the gunshot lingered in her brain. The fact that she heard the gunshot only made her more aware of the situation. The fact that her attacker was a girl was starting to make the situation worse.
That girl was Shoshanna. Her group had been behind the entrance to the yacht and Akeno had the distinct impression that her classmate was one of their teammates. The fact that she did not see her assailant was not helping.
Somewhere along the way Akeno had been fired upon and had her hands shaken. She did not know how she was supposed to react. Then another crash. Then another, and another.
Then the gunfire.
Her collar suddenly began to buzz, pushing her to the side with each shot. Her head felt hot and dry. Her eyes were watery. Her mouth felt dry.
Her bones, those magnificent, yet nearly unrecognizable, oar pieces, were under the gun.
Somewhere along the way her vision had been shattered and she was in the process of picking up where she had taken off.
The shock wave sweeping her face would come back to her.
The gun had been set ablaze, but she was not sure whether it would, or whether it would have an effect on her at all.
The gunshot would be followed by the sound of something hitting metal.
She would have to check her bag for that, for sure.
Crash.
Gun.
Crash.
Gun.
Gun.
Gun.
Akeno put her hands on her knees and looked backward. The yacht had made a second around the corner and was no longer a threat.
Akeno pulled the rag-covered fingers together and held them apart from her foe. Her hands were getting restless. She moved her gaze to her feet. The railing was still covered in burnt wood and the dampness of the ground. There was nothing but the wind in her hair.
Akeno walked over it slowly, scanning for the figure hiding behind it. She took the time to look over her. Nothing she could see. But there was the unmistakable silhouette of a girl, probably her. Still, she couldn't make out the words past the noise.
Another step to check for trouble.
She stopped a few feet away from the girl to examine her hand. Her hand was dry. Well, not completely dry. Wet. But not completely wet. There was a little pool of water on her thumb and the fingers were dry. Wet and cool.
And there was a gun.
But she didn't draw it. Instead, she grasped it tightly in her other hand.
"Don't fire it," she said to the girl, the gun louder than the noise of the walkway. "It's just a toy. Don't shoot yourself."
She continued pointing the gun down the hallway and toward the floor. "Come on. Say something."
The gun made a run
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#12Post by Laurels » Sun Dec 06, 2020 3:38 pm
"What?"
Her nose didn't quite fit the caricature of a potato-head, though.
"What?"
She pushed the bag into the bag-headed girl, tugging on her fingers in a cramped space in the back of her head.
"What?"
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#13Post by AnimeNerd88 » Sun Dec 06, 2020 4:13 pm
"What?"
Nothingness.
Anxiety.
Frowning.
She couldn't ignore the camera watching her every move, recording every look and sound in every moment.
So when she stopped for a moment, when she was sure there wasn't gonna be more people around, when she just remembered the blankets and the stuff she could put on her hands...
She shifted the way she usually did, with her feet working the desks as her space-age knees played with the way her dress was tucked into her hip, her dress unfurled, her dress-up begun.
It didn't matter if her dress didn't cover up quite nicely, just right.
She imagined it would be quite difficult to move around in here without stepping on something, possibly stepping on something and potentially getting stepped on as well, so she figured.
They were not in uniform, but she was working with the assumption that they weren't going to be a threat. She was carrying a gun, and that was a linchpin.
Something to keep her fingers on the trigger.
The other girl looked unsettled.
Something to keep her weapon from falling into the wrong hands.
She briefly thought about pulling the trigger and firing as she emerged from the bathroom. Something to keep her weapon from getting stuck in there, something to keep her interest.
Nothing.
So instead, she settled with just a thin arm around her pre-tied left hip, slightly lifted up off the ground.
"Keep your distance from them, okay?"
She continued to crouch.
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#14Post by Laurels » Tue Dec 08, 2020 10:18 am
"Yeah... uh."
He fumbled the slender golden bandana he'd been given. It was a tight fit to the gray crop of his bandanna.
"Something something, yeah. We're good."
A few seconds later, Seo-yun came around the corner of the bathroom wall with an armful of box cutters in tow. She'd been dealt a bad hand here, so it made sense for her to be all gun-yuck and all up in the flow of the action rather than her own activity.
Then, the pressure was on. Seo-yun had some weapons, and she was also throwing an assortment of cut-up chicken legs into the mix. The latter was proving more of a hindrance than a help in the short-term; even with her newfound quiver, she was still too clumsy to make the double take and pull the weapon out of
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Mary never made it past the second year of high school and she was also already a senior at that point, already had a weapon and was probably doing what she needed to do at that time.
Fuck it.
All she had to do was look around the boat. That was all there was to it.
All she had to do was look at the boats.
All she had to do was listen to the sounds around her.
She couldn't get the waves to come to her. She couldn't get the seagulls to sound as seductive as they could. She couldn't get the voices to come to her.
If she tried, she just kept on going.
If she kept going, she just kept on going, and if she stopped, she just kept going.
A few moments later, the silence was broken by the sound of water.
She stopped. Her eyes were closed.
Her eyes weren't closed.
A few moments later, the water was back inside the boat.
A few moments after, the water was outside the boat.
She didn't go back in the boat.
(This was an emergency situation. There was nothing in her bag that said 'throw it in the water' like this.)
(What was in her bag?)
(She was looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing the same thing of her number one weapon that she had on at the start of the game. She had another weapon, but it was a little dated, had a long-range usefulness that no longer worked as well as it used to. She didn't want to look like she was going to die right now.)
(Didn't she say that in the briefing?)
(She did in the briefing. She was still wearing her bandana. It wouldn't hurt to put it on again, even if it did make her a little jumpy.)
She slowly opened her eyes. A loud thumping noise was coming from her skull, from the inside of her skull. A little flash of light around the outside of her skull, that instantly transformed into darkness.
(That is, if you were to say that to her right now.)
(She had a gun.)
(She liked guns. So, whatever, that was a sort of strength, wasn't it?)
(She had a weapon. So, even if she didn't want a fight, you couldn't knock her out with it without risking your own life. You couldn't take her out with a gun. You didn't even have to be skilled at gunplay to kill her with it.)
(It was a fancy word for a fancy gun. She liked that gun as much as the next girl, anyway, so maybe she'd prefer it, and it was more comfortable to have it.)
(She'd rather not have it.)
(What would you even call that?)
(That would be a death sentence.)
She was a little bit scared of a girl who'd been given a gun and was going to start shooting immediately.
(Maybe she wouldn't start immediately, after all.)
Nate rubbed his neck, this was no time to comment on his collar. It had a little flash of red to it, he was pretty sure that his Uncle Cliff shot it. Maybe he'd have to shoot at it after all.
There was a sound of water going against the deck. A splash and the water rising. It wasn't real, probably because it
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She took a single hesitant step back. She hadn't realized the finger she'd been lightly fingering was now pressed against her nose. She blushed.
They were enemies now, Rebecca honestly.
Rebecca looked back up and back to the two girls, intently watching what they did. Not what she was doing, at least. Keeping her gaze on Pippi, she wondered if she should try and hide it, if she should keep a low profile. So she kept her eyes on the surface, and on the crowd.
A tiny voice in the crowd made itself known, a whisper. Something about being alone. Rebecca could feel her heart break into a thousand-to-one fit of heartbeats. It tried to pump her with as much of her saltwater as possible.
If it was her, it puked, and she'd have to watch what she did, what she said.
The smallest possible red dot was a half-wit who'd caused her own heart to pump a thousand to one, and someone else's.
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#17Post by MethodicalSlacker » Thu Dec 03, 2020 2:02 pm
Luanne was sick of being watched. She felt on stage, on her heel, at the ready to serve and betrayed like a bitch. Watching this rat surrender also felt surreal, pathetic, some people say it's normal, that they weren't that sad. Luanne was sad about this and felt terrible about it, but sad was a soft feeling. The bottom line was that she couldn't do that anymore. She couldn't stay sad. She felt like a fucking log who'd lost the one good sense she had left.
Still, sadness was a soft feeling. It was like rain, or sleet. It just wasn't worth the physical effort.
No pretense.
And then another voice broke in, and Luanne panicked, turning in the direction of the voice, shaking her head in a vain attempt to regain her bearings.
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#18Post by Lilith » Thu Dec 03, 2020 3:38 pm
A voice comes out of Luanne's collar.
"Very well. We'll be taking you to your assigned boat once we reach the cruise ship. Be sure to keep your eye out for a sign pointing you towards one of the boats. A boat is any one of the boats that have been excavated and replaced by the next one since we started out. So for now, we can all see the boats you'll be using in the distance."
The voice is soft and comforting. Like a mother comforting a little child, asking if it's okay if she caresses it's little arms.
"By the way. I'm not gonna be a bother. I think I can handle a few stings, you seem like a good person so far, I don't know if I'm cut out for this but-"
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#19Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 03, 2020 4:
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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They were in it together and if she was in it alone then that right there should be a way to make it through the whole thing without ending up on a beach somewhere.
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#28Unread post by Tapey » Mon Jan 11, 2021 3:30 am
((Pippi continued from Aw, the horror))
Before Pippi could even get going, Leslie made a move and pointed at her. Pippi raised her hand to block the incoming arrow, but it wasn't enough.
The motion stalled, and she clutched at Leslie.
She didn't know where the arrow had come from, or if it was still there, but she knew that she didn't want to get her lance pointed at her, particularly not when it wasn't her and she was trying to do her best to not feel the cold.
Instead, she turned her attention to her backpack, which promptly collapsed to the floor with a creak. She'd woken up a half hour before she was due to go, and she'd been pacing around the floor for that whole time. It was finally time to go, and she made herself ready with a quick scan of the area.
And then she saw.
Two people. Leslie and Gregory. She recognised both of them, and she'd heard rumors that they were active in the local PSAs, but she didn't know if they were. She didn't want to get her lance pointed at them, even if they were. She didn't know if she was doing this because she was afraid of how they'd react if they found out, or if it was because she was ready to start all over again from the beginning if she left right now. She wanted to think that she was doing the best for her safety, but she knew that she couldn't do that alone. She didn't want to give up her control. She didn't want to allow herself to be drawn into this death game.
Pippi turned to look at the people in the group. The way that Ivan's head was looking at her, for instance. She knew that she'd have to be quiet if she wanted to avoid getting in trouble, but now that she didn't, she didn't want to make them all show up at the same time. She'd already started thinking about how I'm going to react if I start shooting, and now that Ivan was pointing a gun at me, she was thinking about what that would do to me.
The first announcement was made.
"Both of you get up. Have a seat."
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#29Unread post by ItzToxie » Tue Jan 12, 2021 5:47 am
"Sorry, both of you," Gregory said, although he could feel his voice cracking a little. "But if you need a hand with the whole thing, sure. I'm uh, I'm gonna be watching over both of you, y'know?"
Like... seriously? Seeing both of them get up and walking around like nothing had happened wasn't a dream. Man, maybe this was it. Maybe this was the real, happiest Pippi. Maybe she could actually have a team and make it out okay. Yeah... not sure how she'd feel about that.
His eyes stopped tracking the
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“I’m, um, here. The first floor.”
She let her sunglasses fall from her face, settling flat on the coffee table. She watched them stick to the light below.
She liked this sound of hand shake. It helped set the mood. Noh-ah, it wasn’t like they had a whole lot of weeks left and days to go, but they knew what they were doing.
They’d taken her before she'd started to walk. Now, sitting in this one, it felt like she was the only person they'd run into.
Both of them, they were… not at their homes, or schools, but… in a town, perhaps? She couldn’t recall. She remembered people talking about it. People talking about these weird, esoteric places and… places they’d never been. The Boat. The Reclaimer.
The Boat. The Reclaimer.
She’d never been on a boat before. Of course, she’d never been on a boat that big. She’d seen boats, “seen” boats, “walked…” boats, but she’d never been on one of those. She’d dreamed of getting out of it, of being able to see things up close and not have the things keep staring at her like they’d always done.
The Boat. The Reclaimer.
Now she understood.
And now, now that she understood, she thought.
“Did you see the run? Did you see the way the water blew? Did you see the wave hit the boat? That was the only real way to do that. The boat kind of stayed like this, like a box of chocolates until someone broke the box inwards, and then it kind of slid off the table and fell into the pool.”
She still hadn’t been able to think clearly, not before the words had left her mouth.
“I thought it was gonna be… do to get to know me better, you know?”
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#15Post by Cactus » Sat Jan 02, 2021 5:33 pm
A run? Was she an oar? Maybe she’d been hit by an axe, but why was she running? The water was close, maybe she was just... sad?
“I’m not a swimmer. I’m a swimmer.”
She shut her eyes. She heard the water. She thought of how she'd look in that type of clothing.
She thought of the waves and how they would slice her and her things apart, and how they'd take her somewhere they’d never left her, and how the air would shift and the water would rise, and how it would take her away, never to return.
“It’s- it’s just- I’m in a place. I’ve seen places.”
She glanced across the way, off into the horizon.
“I’m going to... look at the two boats, one is this big. The other is a little smaller.”
She looked back.
“I think I’
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As his right hand dusted itself off his coat and tried to decide which of the two to focus on first.
The one that was especially spruiking because of the beret and the enormous shield it was wrapped around his waist. His mind was already buzzing with other thoughts, but these two seemed to be the ones that were currently occupying their time.
((Beau Lively continued in Mateo's in the chat))
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#26Post by RetroVenus » Wed Jan 06, 2021 6:26 pm
In the midst of it all, a voice buzzed out of Mateo's collar. It was his first real call in the patch, and his response was to go absolutely ballistic.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA PUNCH HIM?"
It was a ridiculous thing to think about, what with being almost assuredly the best shot in the entire operation, but the implications were clear. If this guy wasn't Mateo, then someone like Junji or Abel or some random else would. He knew he wouldn't shoot, but if he was Mateo, then this guy clearly wasn't a threat.
It bothered him, mentally, that this guy was almost guaranteed to shoot him. But even if he wasn't, what were the odds he'd still end up being him? He wasn't certain. He knew he wasn't good at this game, and that was all the more reason to not give this any sort of chance.
Because this guy was going to make it to the end, and to the end he did. He won't even be able to reach the end, because he's not the one that started this whole thing. He could make it to the end and maybe win, but he'll never be the one that lived.
So this right here is the best chance anyone had to win. Except for maybe Ivan. He knew he could, and that's all anyone could ask for right now.
He knew that. He was far from the strongest, but he knew what he was capable of. He couldn't just wander around and let people shoot at him.
His eyes snapped open.
"Yo, habanero, habanero, habanero!"
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#27Post by Primrosette » Thu Jan 07, 2021 3:32 am
The boy crumpled to the ground in agony and fear. He had his shrapnel ripped loose from his flesh and myelinated to his bone.
Fuck.
He must be doing something wrong. Why was he so frightened? Why was he running around like he was scared of nothing? He couldn't think of a reason, but something told him to just leave this place.
"Leave? You can't- I'm telling him to leave."
The shrapnel was still on him, but it was behind him. He turned his head back and forth, desperately looking for the source of the voice, but finding none.
Why was he scared of nothing?
"Leave? I-I'm sorry. I know you're a bad person. I just hope that this doesn't happen again."
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Seth took a breath. Sam was probably overthinking things.
He flipped a number of covers. 'Casual' had better covers. It was probably more comfortable in there. But in the hallway. Out in the hallways. It was just him, Seth, him, him. Everything through his head was just scrambled, from waking up. It was odd, and it was probably dangerous for him to just let things continue to unfold.
And yet here he was. In the middle of a discussion about who would win in a fight, who would win by shooting each other, and who would get to live. Would either of them really go for the whole ten and wait for the other to run out?
Maybe they would.
Maybe they'd just talk. Maybe they'd just...walk it back a little.
It was still, like, a couple minutes until the announcement, and already he and Seth were talking about who they thought would win. And it was so dumb, like...
Maybe there was a way...
Maybe he wasn't ready.
Maybe this was...
((SS01: Begin))
He shouldn't feel so empty, after everything that he’d done.
He’d trusted Seth when he could, and it all turned out great. He could rely on people like that now. And now he could trust none of them.
The air was suddenly thick with students, some on bikes, some on foot. Some were talking excitedly while others just seemed eager to get on with it. Some were smiling, some were not, it was hard not to see between the masks. He didn’t know which one to smile at though. The ones with faces like that were probably hoping for some fun and happiness.
And then it was different. The air was suddenly filled with...
Images.
He looked at the people talking, his hand instinctively flanking the bag that he had set it on.
One of them was speaking. Kept talking.
He looked up, to where he was sitting. At the far end of the spacious, comfortable suite where the cameras had been kept. At the end of the hall where the living quarters used to be. He turned, keeping his gaze on the two people that were talking to each other.
One... two... three... He was sure that he couldn’t hear more than one person talking right now.
Maybe both of them were in his class. Maybe not. Maybe both of them were related.
He glanced at the boy with the dyed pink hair. His gaze shifted from the hat to the bandana tied around his wrist.
“... who are you?”
He turned, looking back at the two people.
“I'm Xander Miles, sit around Number 10.”
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But, she had to try.
"Geez, are we really going to turn this into a wrestling match?"
Boink.
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#7Post by Courtography » Sat Nov 28, 2020 3:03 pm
A voice echoes quietly from Giselle's collar:
"I'm not a doctor. I don't know if you've been taking any ibuprofen. For your neck.
"For your back.
"For your ribs.
"For your ribs, and then for your... well, I dunno. Just for you. You need some time to recover. After this.
"I know you want to win. I know you're a coward if not a fool. But it's not your fault.
"I'm not a good doctor. You're just unlucky. Or perhaps you're lucky. That depends on how you look at it. I hope you're well. I hope that your brain's working fine. That your brain feels that you've done everything right. That you've done everything right. Because I know that sometimes, you just are."
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#8Post by Courtography » Sun Nov 29, 2020 10:22 am
The voice grows louder.
"It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
"I'm just... you know what I mean. Maybe we should talk. Try and find a middle ground. Stop being so defensive and so paranoid."
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#9Post by Boink » Tue Dec 01, 2020 2:19 pm
"It isn't your fault."
Claudia shook her head, and had vaguely heard the other girl's voice, when she saw Ibuprofen's back close enough to feel the ruffle and crumpling underneath it. She tried her best to ignore it, to blame it on the rain or whatever, but she was starting to feel exhausted by the fact that she hadn't slept well and hadn't eaten anything decent.
And besides, even if she was guilty, it wasn't her fault. It was Ben's, and he needed to get home soon. A clean slate would help them both.
She sniffed and brushed her hair out of her eyes, then:
"I'm sorry. For, uh, being presumptuous on what you can and can't do."
She briefly considered just speaking to the two girls alone, but she was afraid that would just make her even angrier. If she spoke, they'd hear, and they'd start yelling at her, and she'd have to let it out, or they'd start hitting her too hard, or-
She looked back at them, and just saw the other girl. Her eyes got serious.
"I promise I won't do anything against you."
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#10Post by Kermit » Tue Dec 01, 2020 5:58 pm
((Hailey Thompson, continued from ☪))
Hailey had forgotten about the saltwater.
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Her thoughts turned to Jasper.
He took a step back.
There was a pause, and then,
"If you're getting ready to leave,"
Jasper said, "just let me know when you're ready to start. I can make this trip a lot easier if you want."
Jasper was a lot taller than Fisk, but he still had a few pounds to get back on his feet. He told her to just do what she needed to and leave. That was fine. Fisk liked being useful.
He took a step back.
There was a pause, and then
"You can go now."
He turned around and walked past Fisk and the two others.
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#29Post by Deamon » Mon Nov 30, 2020 2:51 am
Now was the time to trust. Let her go. Let her go!
Jasper’s mind had been a lot more clear than usual during these few days. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wasn’t really in the mindset of just running in the same circles forever, or if it was because he was just looking forward to getting out of there. He didn’t think the world would end on Tuesday, so he wouldn’t hold that against her.
But she’d let him go, and she wasn’t about to bite him until he was right back. So, he needed to stop thinking about going in the same circles forever and just get out of there.
He’d decided that running in the same circles would get him out of there too.
((Jasper Suárez-King continued in Puzzle Boxes are Meant to be Smashed Open))
Despite his grandiosity, there was something wrong with his overconfidence.
It annoyed him to such a degree that eventually, he gave up on trying to maintain it. Maybe he was just that insecure. Maybe Fisk was just that self-protective.
Jasper tried his best to calm himself down. He tried not to think about what Fisk was thinking. He tried to just accept it and deal with it as if it was a part of this.
And he did, with the rest of his life.
He tried his best to live up to his own standards. He tried his best to do nice deeds. He tried his best to not dwell on whatever made him different from Fisk. He tried his best to try and do the best in the world.
And yet, he wasn't sure he could do that.
For whatever reason, he could live with them both failing. He could try, he tried. He didn't know what to feel. He didn't know what to think. What could he have done different? What could he have done to change this?
He couldn't.
Now, what was he left with?
What was he left with?
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He had no idea if he'd left something like that on the beach. Did anyone even know what the rules were there? The only people who knew them were the ones that did the actual playing, and the kids that played. He'd just watched enough SOTF to get an idea of what the rules were, sure, but never enough to actually like them. Would it be fun to play? Maybe, but…
And now, with the full force of an NBA coach in tow, the answer was… no. He'd already broken the rules. James didn't have to play or follow any of them to be knocked out. He could just walk away. Leave the rules on the beach and walk out the other side, and… no. This was different. This was the bad part.
"That's- that's not-" James began, but it was too late. He'd already said what he needed to say. He hadn't meant to say it, but it was clear enough what he was doing: walking away without saying anything. He turned his head at the voice that wasn't part of the group, and put on a forced smile. He walked over to the nearest trash can, and opened it up, hurrying to the cans edge-up and ready to puke.
"Hey guys! We're supposed to be here! I'm being a bad-ass while we're at it!" This wasn't what he was trying to say. There was a thought, somewhere in the back of his mind, that if he didn't say what he wanted to say, he'd just look stupid. That he'd look stupid. That he'd look stupid if it wasn't for his friends. That he'd look stupid if it wasn't for the people that were cheering for him. That he'd look stupid if it wasn't for…
It was getting hard to think. Or, well, hard to think. It was getting hard to think. There were so many things going on in his head. And they couldn't fit into this damn ship. Not unless he was planning on sailing there himself, but… he didn't know how far that was. He'd never really sailed before. He'd never really been on a boat before. It was more of a... a boat, for the most part, though he'd seen boats in life-or-death situations before. It was hard to think. This could go on for a while.
And it was getting hard to think.
So.
He closed his eyes for a moment. Thought of the people in the boat. Killed his friends. Wouldn't that be easier if it wasn't so… hard to… deal with? He wanted to say it, but it felt so… silent. So… hard to.
So.
So.
So.
So.
So.
So.
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#12Post by Fenrir » Mon Nov 30, 2020 2:25 am
The conversation continued as everyone present wanted to talk, but in the end, it was mostly just that; more people talking. Nothing particularly enthusing about the prospect of living in the old ship, even if it was…
The design of the ship itself was quite impressive. It was a few hundred years old, quite something for the show, and quite something for the audience. That the old boat was also quite fucking boring really wasn't a surprise
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Probably her, if they hadn't been on the fucking council boat or something. The sound of hands and feet around the tree-house was enough to make Virginia squirm, even though she'd almost forgotten about them.
“Is someone up there already? If you need any inspiration, just lookin' down at the water,” Virginia said, take a break as she steadied herself on the leafy legs of the sailboat. The one in the middle was a nice size, too. Not much she could do with them, really.”
She glanced at Abel as well, and in that same moment of total confusion, of the sudden need to run, of the shock he was exhibiting, of the sheer stupidity of the situation-turned to see if he was alright. And he was.
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#17Post by Jilly » Sat Dec 19, 2020 12:21 pm
... Y’know, life was being kind to Abel right now. This whole thing was just kind of abrupt. He was panicking, and maybe he should have been more focused on making sure things didn't get even weirder, or even if they did, if he was really trying as hard as he felt sick to his stomach and wasn’t thinking about anything at all. He should know that there was something seriously wrong here, right? Something he wasn’t doing with the people around him, or maybe he just didn’t want to think about. Now he knew that much better.
He just hoped that the people that were watching were mature enough to not judge him and the people that he was surrounded by. That would’ve been nice, and it was something that he was willing to try.
But what was most important right now was that he didn’t turn around. He didn’t look at Virginia or at Lucia, or at any of the people that were nearby. Right now, he needed to look out across the water, at least, and figure out what he was going to do. He started speaking at a normal, normal pace, but he was speaking slowly, deliberately so that Virginia and the other kids wouldn’t freak out or go to their left or their right. They were both quiet; they were no longer breathing in the same ragged breathing as they had been.
“I-I-... I’m sorry?” He spoke back to Virginia, slowly and carefully. “I just…”
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#18Post by backslash » Sat Dec 19, 2020 9:02 pm
Virginia turned back to the voice on the other end. A girl who he'd never been on a date with before, probably one of the coven members. She said something about wanting to talk, and then turned serious.
"We're going to watch the movie, right?" she said.
She should probably change her mind about how lucky she was, but she was pretty sure she was the only one that was thinking about the show this far.
Anyway. She glanced at Abel again. He still looked confused, but that was probably just because he was still being hard on himself. He didn't look like the type of person who would
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Probably didn't deserve this. Killed him already.
Not that the man wasn’t a murderer, he probably was. But you didn’t need to view him that way. You saw him, you heard him, and you accepted him as a person, even if he did bad things. It wasn’t his fault that it was the way it was. He wasn’t a murderer, but it wasn’t his fault that it was the way it was.
His eyes were bloodshot and cracked. His breath was bad. His arm ached from the way he was holding it.
“... me?” Gabriela said, voice breaking, as she looked at the floor and let her head drop to the ground.
“... me and my bag? Wait, no. We’re not on the same team. I know this is stupid, but... that’s why I want to talk with you about it. I-I didn’t… I don’t want to…"
She wanted to ask him what he was going through, whether he was trying. She wanted to talk about things that really mattered to her, like getting out of here. She didn’t want to talk about shit that wasn’t important anymore.
“No, okay? I-I know this is stupid and I promise I’ll just do something about it, but... I-
“Do you want to… do you want to walk somewhere together? Like, together? Even if this isn’t a team, together for a walk or something? There’s no… not that I want to go alone. I want to be with you, I guess. You-you wouldn’t… wouldn’t… I-
Her eyes flickered away, lost in their own thoughts.
“Sorry, not interested. Not in a big group.”
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#2Post by RetroVenus » Sun Dec 06, 2020 12:19 pm
((A girl who was no longer a camera was also watching.))
Just as the little smile on Leslie's face seemed to have bounced in the face of adversity, his grip on the suitcase was relaxed for the time being. He carefully watched his step, waiting for Gabby to make a mistake and tip his hat too high or too low, even if he had been more careful in the past. He hoped that it was clear to her that he wasn't taking his eyes off of her or anything, as much as he'd rather keep them on her.
He'd let her take the lead, if he could. If she made it to the door, he'd be glad; it wasn't often that he had to be completely passive in front of a group of people that didn't know each other. Most of the time, it was just him and someone he didn't know anymore.
As she opened the door, he gave a quick nod to Gabby, letting her know that he was aware of her presence. He also gave a smile to show that he was happy to see her, though he wasn't really enjoying it.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're right about us. Alone."
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She nodded once at both Verity and Alyssa's comments and took in the other's words.
"It's fine. I'm-I'm fine."
She took a deep breath. Just to be sure, she took her mask off and put it on again. She felt confident.
"You're safe too. Didn't harm you. Go look for help or- or if I just made a mistake-"
She paused. For a brief moment, she considered going back to being just like all the other students in that room except she wasn't so sure.
"-I think it's fine. It's- I think it'll probably make my life a lot easier."
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#8Post by ItzToxie » Sat Dec 10, 2020 12:45 pm
“So... Good.”
Fisk’s words were half-choked. His eyes stung. His throat stung. He didn’t care. He wasn’t a fucking killer. He wasn’t a fucking killer, Verity.
He didn’t want to die. Like a killer, he wasn’t. Killers were people that were supposed to die.
But this was a killer game, and there were more people. And there were more things in danger. And it wasn’t just the way he saw it, not yet.
His heart felt like it was going to puke out of his chest. He felt like he was about to burst. He needed to just let it all out. He needed to let it all out.
“Good.”
He lowered his gun, but not for the time being. He didn’t want to live to see the end of the world. He didn’t want to die.
He heard the thunk as the gun was dropped on the wooden walkway. No. Don’t let them catch you at something you didn’t do.
(should he do something about that?)
He heard Alyssa, and didn’t do anything.
He heard the thunk as the gun was dropped and he watched as the two girls both toppled to the ground. He watched as Verity fell in front of him, face plastered against the wall.
“What the fuck.”
He just watched as she knelt over the other girl. He watched as Alyssa passed him by.
“What the fuck’s happening to you?”
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#9Post by Dan Yugheesling » Sat Dec 10, 2020 4:52 pm
Alyssa was dead. Verity was dead. Fisk was dead. They all were dead and standing here right now was just…
Yeah.
“Verity, please don’t…”
Breath.
“Please, don’t think this is…”
The way she was laying on the ground. The way Alyssa was… with
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MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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Her armband was now aflame. She could feel the wood beneath her fingers. She hated it. She hated having to wear it. It made her feel like she was being watched, and she hated that.
"Death ain't a fuckin' mercy, but she's not your enemy for now.
"Now, explosives?"
She turned toward the wailing girl and lifted the backpack, setting it next to her on the pile.
"We need to find a way to send everyone home, but I don't think that's gonna be easy."
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#29Post by MurderWeasel » Wed Feb 13, 2021 12:25 am
Luanne just stood there waiting for Pippi, staring at the ground with her half-opened mouth, unable to come up with anything.
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#30Post by Lilith » Wed Feb 13, 2021 6:36 am
She waited another few moments, watching as Pippi's body just stood there, nothing happening and her breathing became more labored. Neither of them moved. Her blood ran cold. She closed her eyes. Pippi's body was cold. She wanted to touch it but she didn't want to wake her up.
She just stood there, still staring at the ground. She just wanted Pippi to stop breathing.
She just -
Okay.
She exhaled. Then she inhaled again, louder. And then she opened her eyes.
Pippi was still staring at the ground when she opened her eyes.
Very slowly, she placed one hand on her stomach and lifted her left hand up to shield her face from the sun glaring into her eyes through the sunglasses.
She just -
...
She inhaled again.
"I'm not gonna kill you, if that's what you want."
Then, she inhaled again. And then, she inhaled softly through her nose while squeezing Roberto for comfort and support.
"Let them go." She whispered. She closed her eyelids.
((Luanne Grasset continued in Prism))
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#31Post by MurderWeasel » Wed Feb 13, 2021 6:41 am
"No. I'm not gonna kill you. You're too fucking important. If we’re gonna save everyone, then we’re gonna need to’ve got to kill you first. Now."
Her finger scratched against her phone screen.
"Seriously, though. Do you think I’m fucking lame? Are you intentionally ignoring me? Because if I’m not intentionally ignoring you, then I’mma peace out.
"And if you don’t want to fucking die, then okay, fine
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Pippi pulled away, not bothering to look at Luanne.
"Oh, um, yeah. He's actually, um...." she fished out a pink bikini from her purse. "Really pretty."
Luanne clicked her preferred Twitter account, fanart1961, which had more than 17,000 followers at the time of writing.
"Do you want to hang out?" she asked.
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#12Post by Kermit » Thu Dec 17, 2020 11:35 pm
Maybe it was just the novelty, after being slapped around so badly, Anthony had lost his mind. But Luanne couldn't think about that right now. She had something to do and, well, she really didn't like doing things that required her full attention. At least, when she was around Anthony, she usually got to do boring stuff like checking in on people or tidying up after herself. Sometimes, though, she had to take a break, and sometimes even take a shower, just to take a breath.
But yeah, she wanted to take a break.
...
...
Okay.
She stepped out into the sunlight from the shade left by the overhang of the deck above her, and walked a few steps to the far end of the room. There was a camera, strategically placed so that it could be pointed directly at Anthony if it wanted to get him reaaaal twitchy.
"Mhm. Explosives are weird. They never really hand them out usually."
She was also, she hoped (hmm), optimistic.
"Most of the time, they're lost, because most states have no laws against throwing them. I've seen explosives explode in apartments before, though, and even though they're usually big things, they still felt like they were relatively small things compared to most things."
Okay.
She still wasn't quite sure what Pippi was talking about.
"Most of the time, though, the response I get is, 'Oh, you meant like, explosives?' Like, okay, maybe I'm oversimplifying it, but you get the idea."
...
"Still don't know what you meant by that."
...
"I dunno. I dunno. I don't know if that's an actual answer, or if you meant like, an empty threat, but if you do, then I guess I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."
...
"You can count on me to be, y'know."
...
Her jabbing came to a pause, then a curtsey.
"Thanks, but next time, I'm coming over here."
She disappeared back over to the closed-circuit TV.
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#13Post by almostinhuman » Thu Dec 17, 2020 11:00 pm
Well.
Just like that, Luanne was back at it.
Calling Anthony out on his bullshit
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In May 2013, the British artist Damien Hirst visited the Los Angeles County Museum to view some of the exhibition's much-anticipated works. Hirst, who had recently won the World War II painting The Raft of the Medusa, had recently completed four portraits of Marilyn Monroe. For the third painting, he chose to shoot her in the forehead—her cheekbone, instead of the cheekbone of the Marilyn Monroe we knew and loved. For the fourth and final portrait, he chose to shoot her in the chest. For the chest shot, he used a camera originally designed for cinematography, which was then repurposed as a general purpose camera. For the reasons given, it was not considered art. Hirst was disappointed; after a few moments of silence, he resumed shooting.
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#14Post by Kermit » Wed Apr 27, 2021 12:04 am
"I think," Luanne continued, "I'd rather be cremated with my sketchbooks."
She was quiet after that comment; she was too absorbed in the act of sketching to say anything.
"They're like, my life rafts. I could get lost in them, float down with them, and then I could just, you know, go wherever the fuck I want." Kermit shrugged. "They're not that bad."
"My dad once tried to sell me a drawing of an electric chair. It was the wrong one, but... the one I have is the one that's been used." She shrugged again. "I could get lost in them, or get electrocuted if I stay too long."
"I could get lost in them, too. I love 'em, though."
Luanne took a sip of her Grande Iced Pumpkin Spice Latte.
"Mom, I'd love to see 'em." She replied. "I'd take my sketchbooks with me whenever I moved around the house."
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#15Post by Lilith » Wed Apr 27, 2021 7:24 pm
Is it cold in the water?
"Yeah."
Is it hot?
"Yeah."
Is it dry?
"Yeah."
"I think, if I was stranded on an island and there wasn't any water, I'd probably be fine, 'cause I'd have a hard time keeping myself dry."
"Wanna' keep moving?"
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#16Post by Pippi » Thu Apr 28, 2021 9:41 am
Is it cold?
"Yeah."
Is it warm?
"Probably not, but I don't think it's too warm."
How do you feel?
Sleeps claims Luanne again
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There was a brief pause, and then nothing happened.
"Okay. You look like the type of girl who studies." She replied to Nadine.
"Mhm."
"Studies?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. So, okay, um, there's this Andy Warhol quote where he says, underwater, 'If I say to you that you will enter this pool, I am, of course, talking about the Dolce and Gabbana show, because that's the only one that's ever been released. If I say to you that you will leave, I am, of course, talking about the Armani show, because that's the only one that's ever been on TV. You can have both.'
Like…
"But I'll be honest. I think -"
She nearly snickered but coughed instead.
The water hit her in the face.
"I think, at least, you two have something in common."
She paused, and then she looked up at Luanne.
"I'm talking about you, Luanne."
She leaned forward, propping her hands against the wall with her arm.
"I can think of two things you probably have in common."
She smiled lightly, and then she turned back to Nadine.
"And, if you don't mind, I should probably let you in on a little secret."
Really, she didn't mind if they knew the secret.
"I'm not a very physical person."
She leaned back, still holding on to the wall.
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#29Post by AnimeNerd88 » Mon May 04, 2021 3:59 pm
Wow, that was a weird ride.
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"W-wig!" Luanne said, in Pippi's ear, shock written all over her face.
"Oh! Jewel says she's got some fire, and she's got some bandages too. I thought you'd like that."
Luanne stepped forward and grabbed a nearby branch.
"I'm, um, I'm here to... to help."
She didn't know where she was going or what she was doing. She wasn't running.
"I'm not running unless I have to. I can wait."
She took another step forward. For a few steps.
"I'm, um, I'm not really sure where we're going, but I'm coming back."
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#15Post by Aerith » Tue May 16, 2021 9:53 am
She came back to the gift shop.
The girl who said she was going to break Pippi's legs said she was fine.
Pippi nodded.
Well.
She was still, um... scared. She still wasn't quite sure what she was doing, or what the heck was going on.
But at least she knew -
- she could do this her way.
- she could run.
"Yup, yup." She moved back towards the escalators. "See ya!"
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#16Post by Lilith » Tue May 16, 2021 6:04 pm
She walked across the room, her baton stuck in the loop of her leggings as she walked. She stopped at an exhibition case. She looked through the glass at some of the older video cameras originally used for cinematography. Here and there, you could see the reflection of her own finger on the display case's surface.
"Mhm."
She turned back to Pippi.
"So, like, what, am I, like, a threat now? Um, no. I mean, yeah, I could use your help. I need to find something sharp and pointy and fast, and I need to get you something to smash into Noreen."
Pippi was quiet for a few seconds.
"That's okay. I think, um, if we find something sharp and pointy and fast, then we can just take it apart and..." She paused and snorted, "compare and smash it up!"
"...There's, like, nine possible... configurations. You can break 'em down, add in screws or something."
She got back to Pippi's ear.
"Wanna' keep moving?" she said, following up with a short laugh.
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((Ashanti Baker continued from Bloody Palms))
They arrived at the yacht's dining room, which had the added benefit of meaning they didn't have to look at Luanne's boobs any more. Bathrooms were disgusting, and the aroma of burnt hair made Ashanti's nose run. She preferred the quiet, dark corners of the yacht's den, though the presence of others made it impossible to ignore Pippi's presence. Plus, she liked the company. It was a stable group, composed of people she could trust and whose futures she could depend on.
"I heard the patrol boat was approaching the island-" she turned around looking at the steam shower and the bottle of rum in the sink. "Do you want to talk about Andy Warhol and the murder of your sister?"
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#23Post by Applesintime » Sat Apr 29, 2021 4:39 pm
"No."
The response didn't satisfy.
"- No, you fucking don't.
"You wanna' talk about Andy Warhol and the murder of your sister?"
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#24Post by almostinhuman » Sat Apr 29, 2021 4:51 pm
Well, fuck.
Was there anything more to say?
No.
She'd just bitten into Luanne's emotional wall and sucked out any remaining hope she had left.
That she wasn't the killer. That she'd been dreaming all this shit.
That there was such a thing as normal.
She swallowed back a sob. She was almost crying.
"I'm sorry, um,
what was your name?"
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#25Post by Applesintime » Sat Apr 29, 2021 7:04 pm
"Ashanti Baker."
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#26Post by Pippi » Sun Apr 30, 2021 3:08 pm
Fuckin’... the fuck.
Do you think I-
Do you think I’m fucking thick?
Do you think I’m a threat to you?
All I’ve ever done was lie down and die because someone decided it was funny to look at me and tell me they wanted to see me squirm.
They wanted to see me die scared, so they looked at my buddy monitor and said,
“Shit, that looks really wild,” Laura
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#9Post by Kermit » Mon May 02, 2021 12:41 am
Luanne wanted to say something. She wanted to say something to Pippi. To thank her. For everything. For allowing her to live and be a person. For not killing her. For not leaving her alone. For being kind.
...
She paused for a moment, then folded her arms, and raised an eyebrow.
"Thank you Steph, for being my friend."
She wasn't entirely sure what Pippi was talking about anymore, but maybe it would come to her later. "I'm glad you get the privilege of worrying about your contract, but, again, I'd like to take this opportunity to say that, as a player, I'm really fucking frustrated. It's like... I don't even know what to say anymore! Steph, you've got my attention. I wanna' talk about your stint as the world's greatest pacifist, because that definitely sounds badass, and, honestly, I think we could all use a little bit of a break right now. You even got us this tour guide, right? I wanna' talk about that, because she's super cool, and honest, and also she's been a pacifist her whole life. She never killed anyone. And, honestly, I think it's time we all took a break from this shit, take a look around us, and, if there's anything of value we've missed, or, better yet, wanna' explore some of the island's less-traveled corners. There's a whole lot of them, actually, and, honestly, I think, if we stay here for too long, there's gonna be, like, too many fuckin' people trying to shove us under the bus, and I wanna' make sure nobody gets pushed under the bus.
"Yo, me neither. Guess we should get moving then."
((Luanne Grasset continued in Prism))
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#10Post by Kermit » Mon May 02, 2021 12:53 am
((Luanne Grasset continued from Prism))
Just like that, Nu marooned herself behind the door.
She had been spying Luanne from the reasonably safe distance, though it was too far to hear what she was saying. If she'd had her flashlight aimed directly at Luanne's eyes, she'd have noticed it before Luanne had even opened her mouth. She'd have noticed the glitter coating the lenses of her contacts distort under the enormous amount of light Luanne was emitting at once. If she'd noticed, she'd have half-expected Luanne to turn around and glare directly at her face.
...
Oh, right.
That.
That was dumb.
...
What if the glitter coating was reflecting off of Luanne?
...
Oh right.
Pippi was lucky. Luanne was lucky too, but neither of them were born lucky.
Pippi rooted around in her backpack a little bit more. It listed a couple things she needed to explore next. First, the emergency lights. They were important, because if they weren't, the team would have had to wait for the
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THEY WERE TWEETING. THEY MENTIONED IT WASN'T NORMAL.
The conversation turned abstract when she mentioned that she had a math test today.
“What's the worst that could happen?”
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#32Post by Kermit » Fri Jan 28, 2021 12:06 am
The girl's tone changed suddenly. She was no longer smiling.
Instead, she was frowning.
“Well, nothing really happens, huh?”
She grabbed Luanne's hands like she was going to shake them.
She had to get people like Luanne to actually engage in something productive, instead of just reacting to everything with little more than mild indifference. So she was going to disengage from the girl's stream of thought and instead engage the other girl in conversation.
“So Luanne, what's your name?”
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#33Post by Dan Yugheesling » Fri Jan 28, 2021 7:25 am
The girl didn't respond to the question. Instead, she stared sideways, out into the sea. Endless horizon. Everything seemed so beautiful. She was ready for anything to happen, just give her a chance and she would do it. Everything would be so much better when she was not trapped in the moment by the past.
Okay.
She let herself fall asleep.
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#34Post by almostinhuman » Sat Jan 29, 2021 10:32 am
The girl's first words were whispers, barely louder than a whisper, through her nose. They were the kind of whispers that would happen on the surface of a moderately high volume, but not quite so loud, conversation, but not too quiet, so long as both parties were present.
They weren't real.
But they were close enough.
"I'm Luanne, by the way;- I mean, um, Laura?"
She replied.
"I'm - I'm OK. Really, I think I'm OK. Laura said I’d make it through this year if it’s rough. It’s been rough for me, honestly. A LOT. And I’m only 18, but I know what’s expected of me. Like, I promised that I wouldn’t let someone die if I’d - if I’d have to do it - and I’m doing OK, but, but, but, but, but, but, but."
She inhaled through her nose while squeezing Roberto for comfort; it felt kind of like holding on to air for too long, and then exhaling slowly.
"OH! Stephanie's team is super cool
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You might think that because you walk past someone having a hot dog stand or whatever. You'd be wrong. That's actually how cave men and Neanderthals and early 20th century artists and movie producers got their hot dog stand names. That probably has something to do with it.
...
SOTF has nothing to do with hot dog stand culture.
...
But that didn't have much to do with the fact that producers would throw anything (even real hot dogs) into the ocean if they didn't get a lot of ratings.
...
...
SOTF-TV has nothing to do with hot dog stand culture.
...
Luanne just sat still for a few seconds, breathing quietly.
She was going to say something, because that was what producers wanted her to say.
"...Okay. I just, I don't know what else to say!"
She took a sip of wine and raised her eyebrows lightly.
"...Okay. I guess I'll just let you sort of, you know, answer that question yourself, since you're the only one I know of who's actually up for the answer."
Oh, and by the way, is there anything more to say about Salvador Dali? That he was a hot dog stand connoisseur? A connoisseur of, um, nothing? He certainly would have appreciated the opportunity to give back to his alma mater.
...
...
"Before we start waving guns around," she turned toward the camera then back to Luanne, "do you have a question of your own?"
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#45Post by Pippi » Sun Feb 25, 2021 9:32 am
Can you stop being like that?
Please don't hate me. Please don't leave me alone. Please don't kill me. I can't stop being like that. I can't not be me.
You don't understand me. You don't understand how it feels to be me. You don't understand why I'm still me.
You don't even know the name of the song that I'm supposed to be singing.
Can you stop being like that?
Stop being you?
Okay.
This isn't how you wanted to end.
...
Do you need a hug?
...
"It's okay. I'll just, I'll just be me."
Pippi took a moment to regain her bearings.
"You're already me. I can take it. You don't even need to know who I am."
Please don't hate me. Please don't leave me alone. Please don't kill me.
"I'm just me. I don't need to be anyone else."
She sniffled.
"I think sometimes when I'm with people who aren't ready
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So, like, if A and B aren't objectively better, then how can you say they're objectively worse? That's just stupid. And shaming people for being objectively terrible is just stupid as well.
She had to speak to RJ.
RJ, you actually have the audacity to try and guilt shame me and my companions? BECAUSE I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR MY PART IN THE CONFLICT AND I AM SHOOTING, AND I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR MY CONFUSEDNESS, AND I AM SHOOTING FOR THE BLOODY SOUL OF JEWEL LIGHTNING, AND I AM SHOOTING FOR THE BONES OF THE NOVELTY, TOO?
Because you said so.
You actually had the audacity to try and shame me?
And there's only one way to get the upper hand on Laura again and silence her further: kill her.
"None of you need to die, Laura. Everyone who's still alive has my blessing. Do not kill yourselves."
And then there was silence. And she just stood there, still holding on to the strands of hair.
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#4Post by Yonagoda » Sat May 01, 2021 11:07 pm
She took a step back. Then another step forward, this time stopping just outside the doorway. She gave a few, gentle knocks on the door.
"I'm, um," she began, "sorry, um, I'll just, I don't know if this is an emergency or something, but is it okay if I ask you a question?"
Laura was quiet after that.
"Are you okay?"
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#5Post by Kermit » Sat May 01, 2021 10:53 pm
Okay.
Luanne had some things to say, and a lot to say, and she wanted to say them in a way that wasn't just-
Okay.
-emotionally.
Sometimes.
She wanted to say it.
"I think I'm okay. I think I'll be okay."
Or, she hoped,
"I'll be okay too."
...
...
You're probably okay too.
That probably wasn't a good thing to say.
She wasn't entirely sure what to say next.
Pippi was probably okay too, if she was affected that much. She'd gotten better over the past few days. Laura was probably fine too, if she wasn't affected by the same thing as Pippi.
"Thank you Steph. You aren't who you seem."
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
Shaun Benjamin - Ice Generation - by blending into a snowstorm, he can cause the ice to change color.
Sue Delforge - Breath Control - Ability to control how much a person breathes.
Jack McTavish - Air Manipulation - No normal air is allowed. When he breathes, all is in the respiratory system. He can not only breathe in other air but will not escape from anything he can pass through. In the Antarctic, when he is not in air, all seems like a dream to him.
Ashley Morrison - Bone Fractures - She makes sharp bone fragments protrude out from the vertebra of her spinal column, both or both sides.
Teal Delgado - Black Metal Physiology - Energy shield that extends beyond the horizon and grants the user immunity to most internal storms that can cause external harm.
Claire Pope - Séance Manipulation - Can perform healing or spiritual seances for people as well as negative seances for evil beings.
Danielle Boone - Water Element Manipulation - Can bend and manipulate water with her telekinetic abilities, and manipulate the fluid around her.
Stephanie Calvert - Mummy Sympathy - Holds the ability to call on the dead to harm her enemies.
Brenda Thorne - Sea - Flying in the water, and some water-related capabilities.
Smolena Morgan - Retrocognition - Retrieval of memories from various selves that are stored in her brain.
Andrew Allen - Sign Language - Able to manipulate and communicate in sign language.
Swagman Robinson - Dual Strangulation - The ability to constrict and drag one person against someone else.
Amber Hope - Chrystal vision - Telepathic sight of concrete.
Janus Wickwire - Bones - By using her Bones Mimicry, she can reform her bones to absorb projectiles or attack, or simply nullify them.
Charlotte Dobie - Triangulating/Arithmetic Induced - The ability to arbitrarily determine relative length and widths within objects.
Elizabeth Ackerman - Amnesia - Has a type of amnesia that can only be completely rid of by the light of the sun.
Carley Morello - Storm Grenades - Lifting a crushed tin can and releasing it as a projectile at a high arc.
Josh Drake - Chi-Distribution - Can manipulate the chi field of others.
Celia Fortson - Malignant Stomach - Provides a stomach which causes cancer through infected fruit, red algae, etc.
Jack Alegria - Can Kill People - The ability to purposely kill someone.
Niki Carson - Horsepowers - Able to perform different tricks as a horse.
Raven Brodie - Invisible Villain - The ability to make an opponent invisible, thereby removing them from normal vision.
Willie Stansell - Confusion - by thinking about or talking about someone's name, causes him or her to act as though that name is spoken.
Linda Lewis - Sun Protection - by leaving the sun in a bucket of water behind her; she protects herself and her children from being incinerated.
Matt Hyers - Human Speak - Can change language form and/or be able to emulate known primate language either alone or in conjunction with as many other 'people'.
Lanayre Crump - Thunder - A single move, move fast lightning.
Victor Rodriguez - Groveling - Usually mumbles something badly while vowing to change things.
Andy Lockwood - Bloody Bat - Ability to transform into a bat.
Selina Lillian - Blood-to-Blood Transfusion - can transfer blood from one person to another using their blood, allowing for the transfer of bloodborne traits.
Nicole Cirelli - Foot Sense - The ability to sense extremely precise, subtle movements made with the sole of their foot or toe.
Phillip Walraven - Wrist Pistols - The ability to control wristbands.
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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Olivia's reply wasn't very polite, but it wasn't entirely unreasonable because she probably wanted her to try and explain the whole "The plan is what happens now" thing. She didn't quite know what she wanted to try and do without actually trying, and then the idea of trying and succeeding at that seemed almost fantasy. But she didn't have to. She just had to have the desire. Her need. Her desire to be successful at this. To get what she wanted.
"Oh, and Nadine," she continued, putting more thought into the words she said, "can I try and help you at some point? I need some other equipment then."
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#5Post by Cicadan » Tue Nov 28, 2021 11:58 pm
Oh, nice! Now things are getting to a better place. All that time spent trying to find out how to kill people seems to be going to waste. She turned her head to face her mentor, and smiled. "Yeah, sure. My buddy is, er, helpful though. I'll help you with most..."
This girl had a laugh.
She was gonna tell her about Fisk, and how she just followed his orders, until they weren't. To help him stop killing and trying to take revenge and that hurt, too. She didn't want to have to see that. She hated that feeling. The feeling of being an insignificant thing.
Right now though, she wasn't sure if she could handle it. She wasn't sure if she deserved to be here.
"Hey, Giselle. About the plan, does it have anything to do with finding Ivan? In the past we talked about 'find Ivan, kill more people', but I would bet there is another plan: go for the cruise ship first, get the supplies there, stay on that ship longer so we win...whatever. Do you think you can help me with that? I need the gun."
She gave a laugh as she tried to come up with a reply. She couldn't help it if it was stupid, but she wanted to be useful to Fisk and try to get everything he wanted.
"Alright."
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#6Post by Aura » Tue Nov 28, 2021 11:59 pm
The answer was very simple.
"No. I don't," Olivia replied in response.
Everything she's tried on could be used against Fisk, she knew that much. The plan, the theory from school, getting out. The one thing that she was certain about was that she was destined to die here. It was the only true way to accomplish that.
She didn't want to die here, anyways.
"Wait, wait, Fisk...don't tell me that plan was gonna lead to murdering people and I gotta stop you. We don't have time to talk about all of that shit so-" She let out a grunt
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#11Post by Wham Yubeesling » Mon Sep 15, 2021 11:09 am
...
She turned.
She saw Mariko. She saw something.
Something that looked like blood.
She froze.
"Oh no- no- no no. No... no no no no no no no no no no no gg's ahhh, no no gg!" She yelled, her voice filled with panic as she clutched to the railing above her, trying desperately to keep herself from falling over onto the concrete. She'd messed up. And she needed to escape. She needed to save her friend. She needed to get out of here and then she could get to her friends. She'd never been the type to be mean-spirited. She always kind of liked to play nice, and that's part of being a great friend. And now that she'd found out what Mariko had been doing, she couldn't help but turn murderous. Why the hell didn't she just let her be? She could have died and then Mariko would have killed her. This wasn't how people died, she'd seen it on TV and she knew it would be a horrible way to die, but this was just a fucking game for her and her friends to see if she got her way.
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#12Post by MurderWeasel » Tue Sep 16, 2021 4:35 pm
The impact of how she toppled over onto the barge seemed to make her stumble, before she caught herself. Mariko had gone for the gun. Her sword was in her hands too. She had to-
No. Mhm.
She barely had time to let out a yell as she tripped over her own feet and landed face first onto a bench on the back side of the ship. Her breathing was heavy. Her eye filled with tears. She was holding her breath, but didn't have the strength to pull herself up. All she could see was blood and her friend's body. Her heart was beginning to pound in her chest.
"FUCK!" She yelped, yelp after her friend's lifeless body hit the deck. She ran around the ship, trying to get away from the scene. Her body was shaking as the whole world felt like it had hit a wall. She couldn't think of anything other than what was coming next. She was in a life of fear, of despair and pain. Fucking traitors!
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#13Post by Wham Yubeesling » Thu Sep 19, 2021 8:16 am
Cristobal squealed in terror as Mariko went down. Mariko had come up with a plan in the first place to
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#3Post by Slam » Thu Dec 19, 2020 8:42 pm
"Hes- what- what the hell is this..." She spat out his incoherent ramblings.
...
So, at this juncture, Shoshanna couldn't simply leave him like this?
She had a plan, but the whole 'fuck you, you moron- you are more dangerous than me' type of talk just didn't fit. A plan was a fucking plan, when you are prepared to murder people over it. And she was prepared to kill over killing people, but someone's life was worth more than the sum of their parts. If they were going to kill Shoshanna, it would be a little bit more of a sacrifice.
Shoshanna could feel herself fading away.
"Look, I understand you," she snapped down, then glanced at Gabby. "Please, take your stupid fucking gun and go."
She knew she could trust Gabby to get kills. And she knew she could trust Shoshanna to get kills. You just need that last bit of luck, that last bit of time to grab it.
Shoshanna pulled the trigger.
And Gabby didn't even have time to react-
There is a gunshot.
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#4Post by AnimeNerd88 » Thu Dec 19, 2020 9:17 pm
She knew she could trust Shoshanna to get kills. Gabby was in the right place at the right time.
Shoshanna's shoulder exploded.
She felt her blood flow out the side of her face. Gabriela's face contorted into pain as her body crashed down. Her fingers clawed at her eyes. She couldn't see Fisk's body. She couldn't feel the ground anymore. She was on the floor. She could feel it crunch underneath her feet. Her teeth chattering as she screamed in agony. Her nails dug in the flesh as she fought to stop her blood flowing out of her lungs—
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#5Post by Primrosette » Thu Dec 19, 2020 9:41 pm
(Gabriela Garcia-Campos continued from You're Killing Me)
Shoshanna pulled the trigger. Gabriela's body went flying off the boat again, her legs landing on the ground, her chest crumpling to the ground. She struggled to get a better angle on Fisk's location, but the only point of view he had left was a sideways grin. What little vision he had took aim at an entrance to the upper deck, where he thought he saw the corpse of Timothy, and Fisk followed him out of the pool.
She didn't let this moment slip by.
Leo was still on the ground, and Shoshanna pulled her shotgun back.
"This
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#39Post by ItzToxie » Wed May 28, 2021 9:55 pm
Anthony did not say anything. He did not do anything. He was not responding to Rhonda's or Luanne's questions. He just stood there.
He wasn’t really sure what he was gonna do next. He wasn’t sure he could find a good way to move forward from this. Maybe he could talk to Rhonda and say that now. Maybe he could start asking for information. He was thinking about what he should do. He thought about how he could finally get a weapon.
He was thinking about the things he could do.
He went to stand up. He was ready to speak up, to give another statement, to say something more, but Luanne stopped him. She gave him a smile.
“I get it, I get what you’re trying to say, but, Anthony, I don’t think you have a weapon, or you just don’t know how to use one. I don’t think you have any weapons at all.”
She looked past him and back down at the floor. She looked past the bandanna and the gun she held. She looked past the blood that formed on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry for our situation. But, I cannot defend you against my sister, not right now. You did your best in Fisk’s group and I hope you take great satisfaction from everything that you accomplished for us. We are going to move in different ways after this, of course. We will hunt, kill, steal and try to kill him. We will not be afraid to die for what we want. If you want to learn how to become a better person, then I think you take it easy. You don’t have to die and be forgotten by a lot of people. You’re going to be fine, Anthony, and that is what you want to remember’s all.”
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#40Post by Wham Yubeesling » Wed May 28, 2021 10:00 pm
"I'm sorry. But that does not mean I do not care about you. If you feel as I do about you, I am sure you would never try any cruel or sadistic ideas. It would only make it harder for you to grow, Anthony."
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#41Post by ItzToxie » Wed May 28, 2021 10:09 pm
"I can't even imagine the pain you feel right now. I'm not sure if you're ready to say the words, or if you've said 'no'. I don't know what you think they could be. ‘You’re probably not in the mood to kill right now. Please, just… just please, just say
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#24Post by The Honeless Beard » Mon Apr 31, 2021 5:38 pm
What would be the point of anything when you can just fall apart?
J-E-N-K-E-N-L? How many times have you hit a wall—and then stopped?
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#25Post by The Honeless Beard » Mon May 01, 2021 9:09 am
"I…uh…"
J-E-N-K-E-N-L, JAM!
J-E-N-K-E-N-L!
Well, J-E-N-K-E-N-L, good news.
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#26Post by MurderWeasel » Tue May 02, 2021 10:35 am
Lucille's body flopped down the stairs to the lower deck, still tangled in the black fabric of the bandana she was apparently wearing.
It was not the first time Jodi had seen this exact scenario, and this was an easy fix to pull off. She could fix a lot of things with that bandanna.
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#27Post by The Honeless Beard » Tue May 02, 2021 12:04 pm
Jodi grabbed the metal bucket and dragged the bag out of the room. She took a step back towards the lower deck; the bucket still hung by her side. Her legs shot up off the floor, and she knew that something was wrong. She stumbled back to the top of the stairs, and the weight of the backpack crushed her bones. The bag was already weighing more than she had anything to lose. She wanted to scream but she couldn't. Jodi didn't know what was going on in her head. In the depths of her soul, she didn’t know what to do.
She was shaking. Her body hurt. She couldn't breathe. She was shaking. She couldn't breathe. Jodi had tried everything she had to kill her, everything she’d learned about killing. It was her fault now. She had been a murderer, and now she had to live with this every single day.
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#40Post by Brackie » Wed Dec 05, 2021 6:26 am
There was just something about Marion’s eyes that hit Ben right in the jaw. The sound of her voice made it clear that it’d been a false alarm, and in the moment, it felt like Seo-yun was the only one that’d been shot. It didn’t take long for her to get it.
She didn’t let out any more tears as she stumbled back. Perhaps it’d been an act, like when you’re just trying to hang on and survive alone and someone has just shot you just a little longer than you’d like to think that you might be.
But that didn’t truly matter at the moment. It was like a slow, deep yawn, or a slight, shallow sigh. The only thing that mattered right now was how they reacted to her right now, and the only thing that could make it up would be the fact that they wouldn’t be able to keep this up, that they couldn’t keep her here.
Ben’d start thinking of Marion, when he had a chance. But right now, it was hard for him to. He had to just lie in a heap at Marion’s side. He didn’t know if he even knew what was up anymore.
“Emmett, can’t we just-”
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#41Post by Catche Jagger » Wed Dec 05, 2021 6:29 am
A sharp gasp of air escaped Seo-yun as the boy pulled the trigger. Her knees shook as the impact sent shivers of pain through her, but her eyes remained trained on Ben, the only one alive from that moment. To be fair, the boy wasn’t Ben. She might as well have been dead. She was a part of his show, and she was gone.
She stared at Rhonda, and realized that she was trembling around the edges of her vision a little bit. She took several steps back from Anthony, still bleeding out on the floor. Her mind kept shifting back to the fight, back to her promise to Ben before she died, and the way she’d gone so wrong. She stopped staring at him, and tried to find something to say. Her voice was cold and low. "Ben," she repeated, her voice cracking. "I've tried my best, but..." she trailed off, "I just... I just can’t just let this go. I can’t just let Keegan die here. I just can’t leave him behind."
Her hand wrapped around her stomach. Seo-yun's fingers squeezed the rope tighter. She would have let him go, if she was the one left alive. How can she let someone die?
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#63Post by KamiKaze » Tue Nov 30, 2020 11:51 am
"But that's—it's a different thing, isn't it?" Junji continued, his grip tightening on the weapon. If the others weren't there, then he and Laura would have probably been fine: they were good friends, Nadine had taken as much of his time as she could with him over the time they were in the shop boat, and he hadn't done anything to invite the other girls into the fray. But he could always hope.
The last time Jewel and Fisk had fought was when they tried to kill the other boys. Fisk had tried for two times, and both times ended in broken bones and blood loss. Jewel had beaten him for it, even if it only lasted two minutes, and then killed him with a slash to the stomach. He'd looked like shit afterward, his face swollen and bloody, and Junji stood there with a smirk on his face. "She- she killed me!" He scoffed, eyes burning as he pulled the trigger. "I didn't even know her. Gosh, I wish I woulda been with her, ya'll."
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#64Post by Cicadan » Tue Nov 30, 2020 4:04 am
"I'd rather die on the other two's watch than watch you die here," he replied.
He walked back up to Jasper.
Junji shook his head, "Fine. Not if you have nothing to say to us other than your own ego."
"But you know what we got to do, right? Be the good guy for a few hours, then head on over and start shooting. I hope I don't have to shoot you."
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#65Post by KamiKaze » Tue Nov 30, 2020 6:19 am
"I want to die alone," he continued, "then be the hero of my own story in the end, so you give me what I want!"
He looked at Junji, "And then you're free to go. Or have to kill you, you know? I don't want a third if I live!"
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#66Post by Cicadan » Tue Nov 30, 2020 10:16 am
"I understand. I know you love Mary—and I know you don't even know if she really loved you—and...I can't hate you for doing to someone, but...."
Junji had started to ask Beau about killing him, then he started shaking his head. But then Keegan announced Nadine's death, and Jasper pushed his hand away, and Beau's eyes started to widen.
"I...you were just trying to make yourself look
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#32Post by Irina Ivanov » Thu Sep 07, 2021 7:46 pm
Akeno raised one hand as if to signal the gun in the other, but she was greeted with the sight that was so familiar, and she looked up at the girl.
"Don't come here. He'll find you."
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#33Post by MurderWeasel » Thu Sep 07, 2021 11:27 pm
Her lips twitched up at Akeno's words. She wanted to say something, but her body refused to. Her eyes weren't even closed. Her forehead was jutting out in a small grin. She didn't know what to say other than that she was glad to see that she was alive and that she could use this moment to actually do something.
Of course, she would have to go out and get Pippi. An injury to her friend would be fatal, and she needed a bodyguard, to get any shot at Pippi. Akeno was getting off easy, after all.
"Yeah," she replied, "I know, that's—I guess it has to be that way."
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#34Post by Pippi » Fri Sep 08, 2021 5:22 am
Akeno nodded.
"Okay, fine. Turn around. Turn around." She said, turning to leave, and her eyes darted back and forth between her captor and her former ally.
That was an interesting move, especially considering that she and Akeno had never worked together.
Akeno was close to Pippi, and was there to help her in any way she could. A part of her wondered how she would react to the announcement. She couldn't help her eyes, but imagine Pippi.
"I know you're a fan. It's nice to know." Akeno said, before stepping back.
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#35Post by MurderWeasel » Sat Sep 09, 2021 6:30 am
She'd managed to make it this far.
But now the most important part of her job was over. Her last conversation with Pippi didn't go well. She finally managed to come up with the words to say to her, but when she left the girl alone for a moment she stumbled away. The voice behind her was saying something about Akeno's injury, and she didn't have much else to say.
(Continued elsewhere...)
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#24Post by Jilly » Fri Sep 27, 2021 12:23 pm
The girls stepped away from the railing and went towards the ship's opposite ramp. Leo had tried to stay away from the people, but he couldn’t. If he ran up the ramp, there would be a direct line to the bridge, and he’d just be falling into someone’s hands, so he stayed back, but there was no place to go back.
They saw Eric approaching, almost like he'd seen someone else before. Still a figure, but different. This seemed like an interesting place, but he didn’t know it.
Eric had something he wanted. He wanted to kill his mentor. If he took over, he could kill Leo with the same ease.
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#25Post by Yonagoda » Fri Sep 27, 2021 12:38 pm
Giselle stepped closer to the railing, putting her hands on her hips. She looked over to her collar. She knew what that was, a gun, she knew what it was to put someone in a life or death situation! She couldn’t believe it. It was obvious who he was! She wanted to run. She wanted to run away! But she couldn’t!
No matter how much she wanted to avoid these people, no matter how terrified she was, she couldn’t.
But if she ran away?
Leo was sure of her luck. The two of them were close enough to cross paths that he'd have to take his chances. He had one weapon. He had one more weapon. He had a plan and it is to go after the mentor. In the long run, the only win would be if he was able to kill him and take the first kill.
He wasn't sure what Eric would do.
She took a step back from him. Eyes darting between the two of them, she gave a small nod out of the corner of her eye before looking up the ladder, hoping that it was safe.
She grabbed her backpack. She started to move it like it was a weapon.
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#26Post by Jilly » Fri Sep 27, 2021 12:55 pm
Eric's jaw opened for the first time as he thought about what he could do. Would he have to run? Was this a trap? Maybe. Just knowing the game was going to be such that some people got bored would be nothing compared to going for the win. "You can think whatever you want," he said to her, still taking solace in the knowledge that maybe with all the work that he had done for her, Giselle was finally ready for a fight. He shook his head. "I can't, no. Not now." He looked down at his own collar, his lips twitching.
So it was, he told her to give up. It wasn't
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#52Post by KamiKaze » Fri Apr 04, 2021 12:23 am
Ashanti continued her rampage as she sprinted forward. Her foot was kicking as she moved, fast, and wide. She kicked it past the metal, back into Matias who stumbled backwards. She closed the distance, slamming the blade of her sword into the side of his back, and then a sudden explosion of pain shot through her mind.
Her body began to whir away as a huge burst of pink heat ripped through her body. She stumbled. She stumbled.
Packed with pain, she stumbled again, her eyes black, one eye still in pain. Then she collapsed onto the deck, nearly throwing herself off. The weight of it made her fall back. All of it, all of it.
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#53Post by Brackie » Fri Apr 04, 2021 1:49 am
Matias closed the distance, knocking Ashanti forward with his weight. She rolled to the side and caught the side of the car, but she couldn't get the handle back to bring it down. She was on adrenaline. The rush of it made her scream, her lungs screaming, louder and louder.
"PELICAN!"
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#54Post by Brackie » Sat Apr 05, 2021 7:29 am
Ashanti had been trying to crawl away from Matias, to run away from the fight and finally get away from the carnage before it all collapsed to a halt. Instead, the two of them collided and Ashanti’s legs almost buckled as the impact threw her back and sent her stumbling. Her arms and legs buckled and her body almost buckled underneath her as she hit the ground hard and she almost fell as the impact sent her flying backwards. All the while, she couldn’t run away anymore and she almost fainted as she rolled over on her side and crumpled to the ground.
Ashanti fell to the deck. Her shoulder had taken the brunt of the beating. Her arms were almost useless now. She didn’t know how she would move her hand again. She didn’t know just what to do.
Ashanti had fallen. She had been too much for Matias to deal with anymore and she had just barely been able to get him to back off.
She only hoped he wasn’t going to attack the two of them again.
Akeno tried to get away as well when she heard Ashanti’s screams. She tried to grab Ashanti’s arm as she rolled to the side of the deck but Ashanti dragged her towards the jetty. Akeno pushed her away and the two collided as they came face to face again.
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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Name: Jacob Millar
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 12
Hobbies and Interests: Yoga, reading, video games, road trips, rock collecting, rock climbing
Gift: Finger Guns
Power Details: Jacob can fire beams of electromagnetic energy out of his fingertips at a range of 450 meters, which have the effect of causing objects and people he is aiming at to become magnetized to his will. People in the blast radius take 1d4 points of electrical damage per 10 feet of their movement, and half that amount is absorbed back into Jacob's body before returning to his body. Additional electrical damage to anyone in the blast radius doubles that amount, and is distributed amongst everyone within the blast radius, regardless of whether or not he is using Finger Guns. These effects last for as long as Jacob retains conscious control of the object or person being targeted.
Limitations and Drawbacks: The larger the target, the more concentrated the electrical arc, so even small impacts to the target will create a strong reaction. As Jacob draws his power from his fingertips, he is also drawing near to full charge from his stored charge every time he uses it, and must make full use of his stored charge before using it again. If he uses Finger Guns while unconscious or under effects of any power suppressing medication, he risks overcharging and shortening his life span by as much as five times normal.
Appearance: Jacob stands at exactly five feet and two inches and weighs roughly 130 pounds, making him slightly slim and underweight for his height and build. What he lacks in height he mainly makes up for in muscle, owing in no small part to his daily workouts and physical activity. He is of Anglo-Saxon descent, and has thick black hair kept in a low fade crew cut. His skin is of a silvery color, and his irises are blue. He has a medium brown eye color, slightly bushy eyebrows, and a button nose. On the day of the abduction, Jacob wore loose black jeans with a plain white shirt underneath, and black sneakers.
Background:
Jacob was born in Bend, Oregon, to Michael and Maria Millar. The family is high school graduates, having attended Ypsilanti Tech for both of their Junior and Senior years. Jacob's Gift is due in no small part to his parents' work hours, as he is still technically in middle school while his parents are out of town. The family mostly commutes by car, with the occasional stopover in Bend.
Jacob's parents enrolled him in first aid class when he was two so that he wouldn't be at a major disadvantage from accidentally cutting himself while working.
His favorite hobby is rock climbing, having achieved near-ubiquity in both sport and genre due to his parents' encouragement.
Jacob picked up photography from his father, which both of them professionally enjoy.
Jacob has a short attention span, acting on instinct most of the time. This tendency has come to consume him, as it often causes him to inadvertently prank his friends or do things that wouldn't be considered reckless by modern standards. For this reason, even when he is quite confident in his abilities, he tends to shy away from speaking to others about his hobby, fearing that speaking about his innermost thoughts could lead to awkward situations down the line.
As a result of Jacob's shy personality, and the fact that many of his friends are much more socially adept than he is, the only people he's ever seriously considered dating are people who share similar interests and/or hobbies.
Jacob’s hobbies and interests don’t always match those of the majority of the people he hangs out with, leading him to inadvertently drawing comparisons in other people's minds between himself and the people he is hanging out with. For this reason, and out of a sense of social awkwardness, he is relatively quiet in class and prefers his own company.
Due to his typically stoic and distant personality, Jacob has a low general reputation. This reputation is partially due to his frequent use of his Gift to avoid conflict and partly due to how incredibly miserable he is feeling in school.
Jacob is gay, but closeted to his friends and family.
Personality: Jacob is a reserved person, and generally acts aloof from the rest of the classroom. Around his friends, he is surprisingly warm and engaging, and while he often speaks in class with a straight face, there is always a slight hint of sarcasm to his voice. He is incredibly unhappy in high school and often views it as a lost opportunity to become more socially adept.
Other Skills: Basic first aid
Designated Number: Student No. 002
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Conclusion: "I think that maybe the Gift isn't so great after all." - Crocodile
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Name: Miguel-Voltron Nunez
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 12
Hobbies and Interests: Metalworking, Engineering Design, Model building, Model Repair, Video Games, Horror Films
Gift: Energy Augmentation
Power Details: Miguel-Voltron’s body releases a burst of electrical energy when he uses his Gift, causing it to radiate with blue light. The radiance damage done to Miguel-Voltron is equivalent to that of a direct hit by a full-power bullet. This energy can be used to recharge electronic devices and power armor, and can extend the life of any handheld cell phone by over one and a half hours.
Limitations and Drawbacks: The amount of energy Miguel-Voltron can store is limited by how much energy he consumes, and his maximum stored charge is only around 110 mA. This limits his mobility and tactical usage of his Gift, as he is unable to move fast while he is energy exhausted. As a result of the increased risk of electrocution caused by his Gift, Miguel-Voltron is only able to recharge handheld devices by using up his stored energy. Because of the short amount of time he has between using his Gift and fully recharging, energy tanks are very carefully maintained. When his power reaches critical levels his body begins to implode, causing the surrounding air to ignite, causing nearby objects to ignite. If the reaction is not timed, the resulting explosion could also damage nearby structures and infrastructure.
Appearance: Miguel-Voltron stands at 6’0” and weighs 210 lbs, giving him an extremely muscular build. He has a round face, a thick neck, a small bushy moustache, and a prominent high cheekbones. He has long wavy, dirty blond hair, which he usually keeps cut short, and he usually wears it loose in a low fade crew cut.
On most days Miguel-Voltron primarily wears baggy clothing, usually consisting of baggy jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, and joggers. When in uniform he prefers to keep a button-down shirt with a plain white six-point diamond design, paired with baggy blue jeans and plenty of white sneakers. On the day of the abduction, Miguel-Voltron was wearing a black and white striped t-shirt with a large white five point diamond design on the front, a pair of black and white baggy jeans, a pair of black and white baggy long-sleeved Jordans, and a pair of black and white baggy hoodies.
Background:
Miguel-Voltron was born in Bend, Oregon as the only child of Sergio and Mercedes Rodriguez. They both worked night shifts at fast food restaurants.
Miguel-Voltron was a bright and gifted student, regularly participating in sports and excelling academically.
However, when he was ten, something curious happened. As he sat in front of his computer all day, his power would abruptly go off, and then return a short time later. Without any further thought, Miguel-Voltron immediately began worrying about what the mysterious event might mean.
At first, Mercedes convinced him to take his medicine so he wouldn’t accidentally use his Gift. However, as it turned out, Miguel-Voltron was still in shock when his gift finally went off, and he spent most of the next two days in a drowsy stupor, unable to think straight.
Another incident occurred the following Monday when they were hiking in the Veracruz forest. As they were descending a large tree, they came across a large snake that had emerged from the underbrush and was looking for food. They quickly put their gear away, afraid that the snake might bite them if they continued down the trail.
After a fierce battle with the snake, Miguel-Voltron severely wounded himself by jumping from the fourth tree. Although he eventually made it to safety, his injuries were severe enough to require several weeks in the hospital.
As soon as Miguel-Voltron was released from the hospital, he immediately enrolled in drama school hoping to get some experience in handling situations like these.
After graduation, he worked at a taxidermist for a few years before returning to Bend to be with Mercedes and Sergio.
Personality: Miguel-Voltron is a cautious young man who tends to keep to himself, and he is very particular about hygiene and keeping things in order. He takes great care to maintain a clean appearance and is a lot more outgoing than his classmates. In general, he is a bit of a doormat and a troublemaker at school, as a lot of his problems can be traced back to him being a little too quiet during class and fidgeting in his backpack a lot. What little friends he has tend to avoid interacting with him due to his disruptive personality and generally rude and inconsiderate behavior.
Other Skills: Physical fitness
Designated Number: Student No. 026
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Conclusion: "I guess it really comes down to instinct, really. A kid can dream." - Owl
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Name: Noah "Noah" Lewis
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Hobbies and Interests: Horror fiction, skateboarding, video games, reading, video poker, carousing
Gift: Bend It Like It's 2014
Power Details: Noah is able to telekinetically bend the ground under his feet in any desired direction by twisting it in any desired pattern.
Limitations and Drawbacks: The bendable ground is immobile and must be physically broken into several pieces before it can be used. The pieces must be able to touch at least eight millimeters apart to be usable. If one or more of the pieces is broken or released during the twisting motion, the effect will be reversed and the whole area will be instantly destroyed.
Appearance: Noah is 5’ 11” and of above average height. He has a straight nose, round, soft-spoken features, and a small, straight feline-like mouth. He has hazel eyes, a straight nose, and small, sharp feline eyes. Noah wears Western-inspired clothing; he typically wears baggy, black leggings, dress pants, and chino shorts. He rarely wears shoes. On the day of the abduction, Noah was wearing blue jeans and black and white sneakers.
Background:
Noah was born in Bend, Oregon on August 5th, 2016 to Benjamin and Marge Lewis. The second child of 5 siblings, Noah has no brothers or sisters.
Noah's favorite hobby is watching movies and video games, as his siblings encourage him to draw and record whenever he gets the chance. With the help of a movie goer friend, Noah has developed a detailed, intricately detailed collection of hand drawn and painted scenery that he shares with his friends at school.
Noah’s favorite sport is football, as his siblings encourage him to play as he enjoys the physical competition. As a result, Noah plays on the school's varsity football team.
Noah often looks after his hygiene due to the fact that he’s a major player on the field and he wants to help his peers out. He wipes down his hands several times during the season, places a new pair on his feet every month, and keeps a clean shaven face.
Noah has a vivid imagination, as he has an almost surreal imagination revolving around fictional scenarios. For example, the first time he ever saw the television series Dexter, Noah imagined killing everyone in the series’s entire run and burning their corpses in front of a live broadcast.
Other Skills: Basic first aid, sensei training
Designated Number: Student No. 016
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Conclusion: "Fucking horror. There's nothing you can do about it. If a bullet decides to find its way into your head, you just... die." - Bear
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Name: Ben Humphreys
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 11
Hobbies and Interests: Verisimilism, Criminal Justice, Studying, Techwear, Studying for a Degree with an Interest in Criminology
Gift: Decoy Shark
Power Details: Ben’s gift allows him to mimic any shark-like creature by using his own highly specialized sense of smell and touch to determine what emotions a particular animal is experiencing via introduction. The result is then transmitted via visual and auditory receptors in the shark's brain to any nearby living creatures that are capable of perceiving sound. Ben’s gift is a direct countermeasure to the abilities of the shark to effectively communicate, rendering his ‘entirely’ useless if the animal is physically unable to feel the threat.
Limitations and Drawbacks: Ben’s gift is entirely visual, and requires active participation by the shark to utilize. It is entirely possible for Ben to use his gift on multiple different animals at once, with multiple different species of sharks required to be visually indistinguishable from one another. The magnitude of the effects can be devastating, particularly for smaller, weaker animals, especially if their needs are not immediately apparent. For this reason, many shark-watchers have avoided using Ben’s gift in favor of specialized skills such as trapping or hunting. Finally, the sharp pain experienced by the shark when using his gift is intense and disorienting, and while Ben is otherwise untouchable by any kind of injury or toxin, any sudden respiratory or circulatory arrest of the shark can result in potentially fatal injury.
Appearance: Standing at just 5’ 11” and weighing 192 lbs, Ben is of an extremely slight build. He is of an English parent’s descent, with a stocky build coupled with a short torso and an oblong-shaped head. His skin is pale and easily bruised, and his face is deeply set in an unpleasant mix of brown, chestnut, and blackberry. He has long, wavy, dirty blond hair that is cut unkemptly down the blades, left unstyled beneath a thick hooded moustache. His eyes are brown with a hooded iris, a raised nose, and a button nose.
He has a distinctive style that is loosely based on Latin American fashion, often incorporating influences from eastern and eastern religions and aesthetics. He wears baggy clothing, often with plain or muted colors, and rarely going for the flashy prints or patterns that are prevalent in western clothing. On the day of abduction, Ben was wearing a dark blue hoodie over a navy blue tshirt, jeans with a black belt, and brown chokers.
Background:
Ben was born in Bend, Oregon to James and Eleanor Humphreys. He would have three brothers and a sister, as well as a half-sister, Mercedes.
His power began as a result of accidentally activating his Gift while playing with his siblings, causing him to inadvertently communicate with several different species of sharks. As a result of this, several of his classmates began to take an interest in learning more about the various species of sharks, and eventually Ben enrolled in middle school as well. He is far more knowledgeable about the different shark species than the average student, and he plans to go into higher education to further his knowledge.
Despite his general obscurity as a student, Ben has an enviable reputation. Most people simply cannot fathom the thought of having such an incredibly strong Gift at their fingertips, and those that do are usually rather unconcerned with Ben’s sometimes eccentric and off-putting personality.
Due to his generally low social standing, Ben has been fairly unremarkable until the arrival of Mercedes, who he met through a mutual friend.
Mercedes is an award-winning photojournalist who has chronicled many local and national events for the local daily newspaper, and she made an immediate impact upon Ben, rewarding her lifelong devotion by giving him full-time employment after graduation. It wasn’t long before Mercedes was demanding in her own way, and has taken a shine to being the one who always has the last word when it comes to decorating the house.
Personality: Ben is aloof and somewhat solitary, reacting defensively to almost every slight by his classmates. He tends to keep to himself and his own opinions, shying away from speaking to others. He is exceedingly polite and generally cooperative with those that he interacts with, but is easily crushed by grates and other insignificant people.
Other Skills: Basic First Aid
Designated Number: Student No. 021
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Conclusion: "I think there's something kinda neat about having a shark hook on your back, doesn’tcha think?" - Bear
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Name: Samuel Rodriguez
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: Junior
Hobbies and Interests: Basketball, rock collecting, taking care of rabbits, playing video games
Gift: Luck Charm
Power Details: As a reaction to an errant shot, Samuel doubles the damage of a critical hit he makes by 5% and halts all attempts to recover the damage. As a side effect of this doubling, the critical damage of these shots is increased by 5%.
Limitations and Drawbacks: Samuel must make an attack against each affected creature. If he hits, he is granted an extra five seconds to recover damage, but this extra time can be used only to recover from half of the effects of the Charm. Creating an extra round of this effect requires a new attack roll or higher.
Appearance: Samuel stands at exactly 5’9” and weighs 157 lbs. He is of Mexican descent and is half-Tucsonian half-Celts. He has red, upturned blue eyes, an average-sized nose, and a straight jawline. He is of above average height, and his limbs are somewhat muscular due to the regimen of physical therapy he has gone through to prevent himself from wasting energy. In general, Samuel looks older than his years.
On the day of the abduction, Samuel wore black skinny jeans and a white Adidas Dunk High sneaker with a white stripe running down the middle. He also wore black and blue stretch-limb Vans with white tassels and a grey stripe running down the left side.
Background:
Samuel was born in Bend, Oregon on August 12th, 2004. His parents, Miguel and River, also work in the tech industry.
His siblings are: Maria, born in Bend in August, and Rodrigo, born in Bend in October.
Personality: Samuel is energetic, quick-witted, and highly reckless. He enjoys making fast friends and quickly chalking up any wrong answers with insulting jabs. He’s also easily discouraged by social cues like conspicuous silence or stares. When he does get down to it, Samuel is usually quick to insult or belittle those who aren’t his friends.
Other Skills: Athleticism
Designated Number: Student No. 025
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Conclusion: "How rude of him to just stick his hand out like that, right? Want some new friends? I'll see you in class next Saturday." - Crocodile
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Name: Austin Benson
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Hobbies and Interests: None
Gift: Bend's Bend
Power Details: Austin is a living, breathing tree. His body is positively glowing with the natural elements it contains, including oxygen, nitrogen and ozone. The result is a hallucinatory sense of being on fire, with Austin able to project beams of heat out into the air. These beams do not ignite, but rather die in the air in small pieces. In addition, the colder the temperature of Austin's body, the more intense his hallucinatory states become, causing his to emit more intense beams of light. People who come into contact with Austin's beams suffer neither heat nor cold damage, but experience intense, short-lived blindness. The intense colorations and intense hues of his beams manifest as stark reds and pinks, respectively, and can blind people 50 meters away. Austin's hallucinations are also able to enter a brief fugue-like state, in which he appears to be asleep, although he often narrates his thoughts and feelings. Conventional methods of treating hallucinatory states are incredibly destructive to Austin's physical body, as the very act of suppressing his sensory input permanently causes lasting damage.
Limitations and Drawbacks: Austin's body glows with the same kinds of colors as daylight, making it difficult to distinguish between daylight and his hallucinatory state. In addition, his hallucinatory state exists in direct conflict with both daylight and space; even prolonged exposure to Austin's beams can result in mild traumatic injury. Creating and consuming hallucinatory states are far more difficult than it should be, as Austin's hallucinatory state is maintained and amplified by the very material he is based on. A direct assault by Austin's beams would almost certainly result in injury.
Appearance: Austin is 5'6" tall and weighs roughly 125 lbs. He is of French and Italian descent, and his skin color is of a light brown. He has a medium sized, hooded face, thin black hair kept in a low fade goatee, green eyes, a skinny body, and a medium-sized, button nose. He has a straight moustache, thin lips, and a wide mouth. Austin dresses casually for an up and coming musician, going for skinny jeans and hoodies over hoodies with prints. On the day of the abduction he was wearing a black t-shirt with the Jurassic Park logo on it, a pair of blue jeans, a pair of white sneakers, and a pair of black chokers. He was also wearing a black beanie.
Background:
Austin was born in Bend to Gabriel and Valerie Benson on the 25th of February, 2004. They both work night shifts at a gas station.
Academically, Austin excels at math and sciences, as he is fond of trying out different theories and experiments while in school.
He takes piano lessons on the weekends.
Austin has a small, friendly following on the internet, with many of his eccentric posts being taken down with little explanation other than the person responsible felt the post violated some sort of social taboo.
Between the multiple sources of his power that he is aware of, and the fact that his peers often make fun of his for his oddities, it is somewhat unsurprising that Austin's lack of social interaction tends to come through in more subtle ways.
Austin's favorite activity is watching movies, as his inability to focus during his schooling has led him to be a big fan of the genre.
Academically, Austin plans on going into engineering once he completes high school.
Personality: Austin tends to be a bit quieter than the other students at Duniway High School, and tends towards a pessimistic outlook on the world in general. To provide a bit of company, and to prevent himself from feeling alone, he's taken up listening to podcasts and listening to music.
Gift: Mood Ring
Power Details: Mood Ring causes Astrid to have a constant sense of calm, akin to an echoey reverie. The exact effect upon conscious thought is up to the individual, but generally speaking feeling calm is accompanied by the sense of contentment that comes from achieving a goal or an internal state of contentment. Mood Ring can be used in combination with other Invisibility disorientants and it is thus possible for Astrid to enter a stupor-like state while in public, much in the same way people who are drowsy or otherwise unsteady are able to enter a slumber-like state.
Limitations and Drawbacks: Mood Ring is completely passive and requires no conscious thought to utilize. It is entirely possible for Astrid to enter a drowsy or slumber-like state while in public without the need for further thought, as the effect will instantly occur should she become aware of it. While she is more or less immobile while in this state, she is still able to move about and communicate normally. Astrid is slightly drowsy and sluggish during the day in part due to Mood Ring's effect, which is somewhat exacerbated by her having to suppress her natural flow of emotions in order to fully utilize her Gift. While in public, she is conspicuous by her slouchy posture, which often results in people seeing her through the mist of her Gift.
Appearance: Astrid stands at an even 5’0” and weighs an average of 110 lbs. She is of Caucasian and light skinned, giving her an airbrushed appearance. She is of French, Italian, and German descent, giving her a warm and friendly exterior. Her hair is typically kept up in a low fade braid that reaches just past her shoulders, although she occasionally opts to have it cut into a low fade braid or even braided in place. She typically wears dark clothing with a plain white tank top or skirt and she typically wears baggy clothing due to the cold weather. It is difficult for her to move due to her large size, so she takes great care in choosing shoes and apparel. On the day of abduction, she wore a black pleated bomber jacket over a white, short-sleeved tank top.
Background:
Astrid was born on the 16th of September, 2004 to parents, Kaara and Yves Moriarty, both working doctors in Bend, Oregon.
Astrid's personality was well-chronicled when she was a toddler due in no small part to the multiple personalities her mother endured due to her work hours as both a nurse and surgeon. She would frequently use her Gift to trip classroom safety pins during class recess and scare her classmates into not doing dangerous stunts.
Astrid’s parents had difficulty controlling Astrid’s temper, leading to her to develop a number of outside-entertainment interests, from drawing to punk music to video games.
As Astrid got older, she began to find a more solitary hobby. She began picking up guitar at the age of ten, and at the age of twelve was pretty damn good at it.
Astrid’s performance in school has fluctuated somewhat over the years due to the difficulties in recalling things she has seen, but overall she has consistently achieved high marks.
Personality: Astrid is a generally happy person. She tends to be quiet around people she doesn’t know and is generally seen as a shy person. She has nice, bubbly personality traits, but is generally quiet and aloof.
Other Skills: No known skills
Designated Number: Student No. 021
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Conclusion: "Um, um, this Gift doesn't exactly do anything, but it could be useful sometimes. Um, maybe I just want to be somewhere to let it out? Sort of like a spare key? Sort of?" - Bear
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Name: Jacob Bend, Junior
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Hobbies and Interests: Reading, rock painting, piano
Gift: Imprinting Press
Power Details: Jacob can imprint ink in any shape and provide it with digital red-pink color rendering, similar to how paper prints ink. He can also emit any known chemical compound equivalent in strength and color to ink, including ozone and carbon monoxide, which will then glow as bright cyan in the daylight under controlled laboratory conditions.
Limitations and Drawbacks: Jacob’s gift is entirely on visual reception, with no way to reverse the process, and producing ink in any form takes up his entire hand, working in inverse proportion to ink strength and temperature. If he were to lose an ink print due to lack of sufficient ink, it would remain permanently imprinted on his hand indefinitely and he would have to start all over from scratch. His ink is also volatile, and melting it would vaporize the print instantly. Drawing on a surface that doesn’t contain ink can also cause it to emit light, which could give others away if their eyes were able to pick it up.
Appearance: Jacob stands at exactly 6’2” and weighs approximately 125 pounds, possessing a stocky build, athletic build, and generally slouching. He is of French and Italian descent, with small, hazel eyes and thin lips. He has light brown hair kept in a goatee and cut into a low, pointy chin, paired with black eyeliner and a button nose. On most days he is seen wearing a hoodie over a button-down shirt, paired with jeans or joggers.
On the day of the abduction, Jacob was wearing a light brown t-shirt with a black and red image of the Oregon Trail printed across it, as well as a pair of black Portland Trail Blazers snapbacks. He had on dark blue slip-on Duniway High School sneakers, along with a black Oregon Trail charm bracelet.
Background:
Jacob was born in Bend to Olive and Albert Bend, two well-off, middle-class people who worked two day jobs so that Jacob could have enough income to send money back to his father.
Jacob’s family has strong support within the Portland, Oregon community, having several high-ranking city officials and a small university within walking distance.
Jacob grew up interested in reading from a young age, and had a number of imaginary books he could draw in his free time.
Academically, Jacob has strong foundations. He is majoring in Criminal Justice and takes Honors in Criminal Justice, getting Cs in his classes even though he doesn’t read the subject matter very often.
Jacob was frequently targeted by bullies during his childhood due to his poor social skills, something which both his father and his tutors blamed on his Gift. Jacob is able to manage around this by avoiding conflict wherever possible, finding small victories over weaker characters and using his Gift as a shield against others.
Academically, Jacob is also in the top quarter of his class. He rarely gets into trouble due to his naturally dour and pessimistic personality, and his GPA is typically in the 70s or 80s.
Other Skills: Basic First Aid
Designated Number: Student No. 009
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Conclusion: "Oh, this one looks like a frog. Want to play hide and seek with me?" - Bear
Gift: Finger Guns
Power Details: Camille is a black belt in Jujutsu, with over a decade of experience under her belt, allowing for the ability to both prepare and execute deadly chokes in the form of spinning knives, spiked heels, and the like.
Limitations and Drawbacks: Though she has the ability to use her Gift as a lethal weapon, it requires some degree of concentration on the intended target. For example, if she were to use it on an unconscious person, the Gift would instantly kill them. Also, her ability to use her Gift while unconscious is strictly tactical, and only activates while she is actively restrained, which means that she must be standing or sitting still while using her Gift, or else it will not activate. Furthermore, her Gift is only usable while restrained. If she were able to use her power while unconscious, it would almost certainly malfunction, and would require her to stand or sit still while recovering her energy. Finally, using her Gift requires a high degree of coordination and focus.
Appearance: Camille, at 5' 6" and weighing roughly 135 lbs, is of above average height and build. She is Caucasian, with a medium brown complexion, slim arms, and long legs. She has naturally straight, black hair that she typically keeps cut short at around the wrist length and a high cheekbones, giving her face a slouchy appearance. Her lips are jet black and she has an upturned nose. She has an upturned cupid's bow on her lips. Her hair is cut in a high waves pixie cut.
Her pixie cut is styled in auburn with bangs, with bangs also becoming part of her wardrobe if worn over bangs. As for her attire, it is casual in nature with skirts and dresses usually consisting of a plain white shirt and blue jeans. On the day of the abduction, Camille was wearing a white tanktop under a pink crop top, a baggy white skirt, a pair of pink Vans with a pattern of white stripes running down the sides, and black high heeled booties.
Background:
Camille was born in Bend, Oregon to Duniway and Holley Holley.
Her brother, Austin, is two years older and a junior in high school.
For her entire childhood, Camille would frequently borrow her sister's stuffed animals, usually finding them comfortable and cuddly enough to share.
Her parents divorced when Camille was five and she lived with both parents.
While Camille never directly mentioned it to either of them, her parent's divorce was also the point at which her power manifested.
Between the two of them, they had about a quarter million dollars in student loans to make ends meet.
During this time, Camille also began to take psychoactive drugs to numb the pain from her power, using them to avoid using it out in public.
Due to the high cost of medication, both Camille and her parents were unlikely to seek treatment for her Gift.
While Camille did manage to obtain a medical exemption for using her Gift while in school, it was a one time deal and she would not have been able to use it again for another seven years (at the very least).
In order to pay off her parents' student loans in full, she began to work part time in Portland to supplement her income.
Her current and overall lifestyle is one that is comfortably middle class for most. She goes out for the occasional weekend getaway with her parents, and is on the lookout for more long-term accommodations for long-term stays in the city.
Personality: For someone her age, Camille is incredibly happy and focused. She loves being with her friends and doesn't mind taking breaks from school in order to indulge in hobbies that she feels are more fulfilling. She's also got a lot of bubbly personality, acting genuinely happy and excited whenever people compliment her skills or personality.
Other Skills: Understanding of countermeasures to her power, Basic Welding, Basic Repair skills
Designated Number: Student No. 004
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Conclusion: "And maybe this kid's got a shot at being... um... something." - Crocodile
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Name: Crispin David Bass
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 11
Hobbies and Interests: Hiking, mountain biking, rock climbing, bass guitar
Gift: Evil Laugh
Power Details: Crispin can speak any Horror Literature he can remember for the first thirty seconds of his consciousness, at which point his memories are automatically translated into English and he utters the words as normal. Crispin's Evil Laugh causes others to undergo intense emotions in return, and causes them to experience intense nausea and dizziness. Crispin's Evil Laugh is involuntary and uncontrollable, and it lasts anywhere from a second to a minute after being introduced to the target. The longer a target keeps Evil Laugh active for, and the more intense the reaction, the longer it will take for Crispin to deliver his own.
Limitations and Drawbacks: Crispin suffers from uncontrollable Evil Laugh's aftermath, and his uncontrollability means he frequently hesitates between using it or simply avoiding using it. He cannot choose when to use his Gift, and once used it has to be used immediately. Crispin cannot speak during the Evil Laugh's duration, or he'll sound hollow and off-putting as a result. Crispin's first Evil Laugh was almost instantly followed by his second, and while he eventually recovered from the first's effects, he hasn't been able to completely stop using his Gift in over a month. The longer a target is Evil Laughing, and the more intense the reaction, the more severe the aftereffects. The longer Crispin keeps Evil Laugh active, and the more severe the reaction, the more intense the aftereffects. Crispin's parents took great pains to prevent his Gift from ever becoming a danger to themselves or others, and he hasn't experienced any episodes of uncontrollability or paranoia since he was born.
Appearance: Crispin stands at 6’0 and weighs 167 lbs. His skin is pale and vaguely muscular, owing to years of hard physical labor. His long black hair is kept in a low fade crew cut, and he has no facial hair. He is Caucasian, but has some traces of African-American ancestry. He has thin lips and a pointed chin. He has a green, button nose, a button nosebleed, slightly droopy mouth, and a large, wide brown nose. On most days, Crispin looks rather dour and aloof. He rarely smiles, instead preferring to keep his natural detachment to himself.
Background:
Crispin’s favorite hobby is mountain biking, leading him to frequent the local shops and trails. He sometimes partners with his best friend, Jacob, to take part in road rides or hikes.
Crispin’s power originally manifested when a prank gone wrong left Jacob severely shaken. Jacob had been drinking from a locked container, which made him highly susceptible to Evil Laugh’s effects. Because of this, and the fact that they both ride mountain bikes, Jacob used Evil Laugh as a crutch during any accidents that could have resulted in injury.
Jacob eventually came to learn to manage Crispin’s power on his own, and he doesn’t suffer any side effects from using it.
Crispin’s sense of smell is similarly strong, and he can distinguish between various odors based on their strong effects on the nervous system.
In the future, Crispin hopes to start a small successful mountain biking cooperative in the Bend area.
Personality: Crispin is a reserved person, and he feels extremely lonely. He has difficulty feeling in touch with others, and always prefers to let other people do the talking. People often put up a facade of confidence around him in order to avoid conflict, and he is terrified that they will perceive him as weak or a troublemaker.
Other Skills: Basic first aid
Designated Number: Student No. 040
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Conclusion: "Damn, this kid might just be the most destructive Gift I've ever encountered." - Crocodile
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
"The most dangerous kind of people out there are the ones that are still alive." - Karin Kuroda
"If there is a way to fight to escape, then we would only be running from death, wouldn't we?" - Bao Nguyen
"You're a bastard, Greer. You know that? You're a big bastard, I'm sure. I'm sure you are. You're a big bastard and I'm gonna kill you." - Ross Gilmore
"You'd be surprised how easy it is to convince yourself that they're not human. Like they don't deserve to live. But, when someone you know personally commits the same act, it becomes a lot harder to rationalize." - Luke Kowalski
"You're a nice guy. And I think maybe you deserve a chance. But I'm going to shoot you anyway. I have to." - Joe Koblen
"Me, I don't mind I've gone a bit crazy. Maybe I'll be able to come back to my senses, who knows. But in here, it's a bit easier, I think." - Catherine Montgomery
"No, it's not revenge. I'm not just the girl who comes along and kills a bunch of people. I'm much more than that." - Paula Zetford
"I think... I think that I'm not the only one who was lying. That's what I really think. I think everyone's lying. And the people who think they're not lying... they're lying to themselves." - Colin Pryce
"Let me get this straight. You know how this game ends and you're here to stop it? What's the point of stopping something you already know the outcome to?" - Megan Jacobson
"I'm a coward. So what? It makes me care about myself. It makes me fight for myself. It makes me get shit done. It makes me a goddamn survivor. So I have to win. It's not because I want to go home. It's because if I don't... then they win. They all win." - Ethan Alexander
"To the sea of blood we float. If you let me go, it won't be my blood you find." - Holly White
"I don't want to die. I might be able to handle dying on a theoretical level, but when push comes to shove, I just... I can just see myself being so fucking scared, I don't know what I'd do." - Eddie Faustino
"If it's a world where everybody has to kill each other... I'd rather just die." - Molly Jenkins
"I'm okay with this, this is how the game is supposed to go. I'm okay with the game. I'm okay with the game. I'm okay with the game. I'm okay with the game. I'm okay with the game." - Ronan Connolly
"We're all alone on this island and that's the truth. We all want to go home and we're not going to get there by waiting for someone to save us." - Moirai Wilson
"You're not evil for wanting to escape. You're not a bad person for taking the shot. I mean, you're not. Killing someone is always bad, but I don't think you're a bad person. I don't think you're a bad person at all." - Erin Thomas
"I don't get it. You'd rather die than kill someone. But if someone kills you, that's okay? Is that what you're saying? I mean, how can you do that?" - Edward Fisher
"If you're going to live or die, it's up to you to decide." - Andrew Zilch
"I'm not gonna make a family. I'm going to win, and I'll go home alone, and live alone, and die alone. But it won't be for nothing. It will all mean something." - Miles Froben
"I just want to go home. Back to the world where one billion people don't care about me." - Chase Webster
"I'm afraid of what I might become. I don't want to do this. I want you to know that." - Bobbie Jo Bradley
"Just do it, do it, do it now, because if you don't I am going to kill you. I am going to fucking kill you." - Marsita Ahir
"I don't know why I wanna do this, but the reason doesn't matter. There are seven other people here, and it's one of them. And I'm telling you it's none of them. It's me." - Jason Grant
"Ah shit guy, fuck, I fucking shot you man..." - William Holt
"You! Please, you're a psychiatrist! Tell me what's inside my head! Tell me. Is there something in there?" - Matt Evans
"I'm not going to pretend I understand anything that happened. I don't know if I'm alive because of you or because of me, but thank you. For letting me stick around." - Audrey McKee
"My parents raised me to believe I can be anything. Somewhere down the line... I forgot to believe them." - Sarah Kemp
"Either I'm right, and living equals being a winner, or I'm wrong and dying equals being a winner too." - Sam Snyder
"Don't blame yourself. Blame me. I'm the one who made you do it, because I needed a scapegoat." - Cooper Wallace
"I guess it's a little bit of both really. I mean, it's in our nature, but it's also in our nature to stop." - Addy Avira
"I don't want to suffer. I fought so hard to stay alive and there's no point in dying for someone else when it's so easy to just give up." - Maddy Forster
"I have a question. What happens if everyone died? Like if we're the last two people here? Do we both go home? I don't think so. I think whoever wins gets the last boat out." - Oliver Davies
"I'm only angry because I care about me surviving." - Thomas Rhodes
"You keep shooting. You keep firing. You keep killing, but the more you kill, the less you care. You kill out of desperation and anger and fear, and then that becomes apathy and emptiness and it should scare you, but it doesn't. It just doesn't." - Avery Bishop
"I'm evil. I was always evil." - Ashleigh White
"Damn fine shootin', cowboy." - Wyatt Wilson
"It's not what we do, it's what we choose to do. And I chose to live." - William Scott
"All I have left is my pride." - Helder Dunbar
"Every breath you take, every step you make, I'll be watching you." - Anthony Kostantin
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
"You're such a liar," Mercedes said, pausing for a beat.
"I'M A LIAR!"
Inhaled slowly, from her throat as if she'd been smoking. Tears were beginning to stream down her face. Tears of joy, too.
"You're fired," she said, a bitter tone in her voice.
A small nod then, and she gave a bow.
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#3Post by MurderWeasel » Sat Nov 24, 2021 4:15 pm
"Don't be a-" The cat's skull cracked, and Kaine stepped away as if it was a rock.
Kaine blinked rapidly. He didn't like people telling him dirty jokes, especially. Good luck with that.
"Kincaid's dead," he muttered out, ignoring the other boy's withering stare.
"He was like your friend," the cat pointed out.
Kaine sniffed deeply. "Like, you guys are all-" He took two more swigs from that same glass of water he kept replenishing.
"My mom," the other boy said. "Same cat."
"Same cat," Kaine was sure of his story.
The cat's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean like your dad's dad, buddy?"
"Same cat," Kaine said back.
"My mom's dead too," the other boy agreed.
"Joel's-" Kaine began, before the other boy cut him off.
"His dad's dead," came the angriest voice.
Kaine gave a shake of his head. "Nah. His
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#67Post by The Honeless Beard » Fri Dec 07, 2021 8:59 pm
It was two in the morning on a Saturday. Joel was up at nine, preparing breakfast. The rest of the five other goths were asleep. He closed the blinds while his neighbors played in the hallway outside.
They weren't here any more.
Joel scrambled to turn off the AC in the joint. It was the only way he could hear Jenelle properly before they alerted the neighbourhood watch. The other way was to blindfold her. It had been a long day, and the pain in her ears was getting to her. He closed his eyes and let his mind play tricks with him.
Was she actually a zombie? Was this a dream? He closed his eyes even more.
He wondered if Sarah, the girl who'd been his best friend for two years, could actually talk.
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#68Post by MurderWeasel » Sat Dec 08, 2021 11:59 am
Nora, the cheerleader at the high school gym, was standing in her pajamas when all of a sudden someone kicked her in the shin. She screamed, a spray of blood gushing out of her ankle and dribbled on the ground.
Nora glared at the guy. His eyes widened as he scampered away, dropping his towel and towel and mask behind him. Then, he turned to her and started slurring the words "cheese cutter," while glaring at her.
After seeing that, Nora turned back to the girl who'd done it. Her lip twisted into a half-smile, as she spoke into the phone.
She put her lips together briefly, trying to form words. She made a few more attempts before the phone decided to spit out her words instead of her. She glared at him and he turned his attention back to the other goths, all of whom had opened fire on each other. And the real meat of it, he knew, was going to come out at that point. She was about to kick some ass and probably get busted too.
Nora winced and glanced at Archie, whose towel lay on the ground. He glanced back and forth between her and Mercedes
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#26Post by The Honeless Beard » Mon Nov 29, 2021 2:50 pm
“What the fuck happened?” Javi muttered to himself as he sprang forward, elbows on his gym shorts, arms outstretched in hopes of blocking the remaining missiles before them.
He crouched down, blocking his eyes with his hands on his hips, trying to block out both the sounds of himself and the barrage of rocks. His gaze fell back on the screen when all of a sudden there was an explosion of light, and a flaming skull and crossbones appeared above the head of the screen.
“That’s the fucking orb dude, you fucking psycho!” screamed the audience as Crispin ducked, hopping backwards on his bike.
The orb crashed into Javi’s feet, sending his chair flying across the gym as he slammed his hand into the rear wheel of his bike, pulling the front wheel into a yelping start.
His eyes went wide as Austin’s bike wheeled around, dropping him on his ass. Leaping off of his towel, Austin slammed his handlebars into the ground, sending jagged wedges of metal skittering and cracking against each other, before dropping to his knees and folding his legs over his chest.
“Fuck you, fucking orb dude, I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear!” yelled Astrid, in-person, as she scooped up a piece of broken glass and flipped it over on the ground, the metal shoving against her skin and turning a bright red.
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#27Post by Yonagoda » Mon Nov 29, 2021 2:52 pm
“Fuck you, what the fuck happened!” Astrid cried out, grabbing the phone out of the water and holding it out toward Kaine.
Kaine rubbed the sunburn from his forehead. He was pretty sure it was just a
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#4Post by Yonagoda » Tue Nov 17, 2021 1:59 pm
"The way I see it, there are two types of people."
"Okay."
"One type of person you can be. The type that demands attention every second they're around, and the type that doesn't. Those two should never be near each other, and I can guarantee you they will feel guilty if you do."
"But you're the type that likes to be the center of attention."
"That's a lie."
"That's not true."
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#5Post by Yonagoda » Tue Nov 17, 2021 2:03 pm
"Because they want attention."
"Yeah, that's fine. I'm fine with that. Especially, in this culture of ours, that's the one trait that most people are looking for. The type that demands attention. The type that becomes a spokesperson for a certain cause, and the type that gets all of their gifts bestowed upon them by their parents. Those two things are mutually exclusive."
"Nah, they're fine with the average person instead."
"Yeah, well, that's probably because they can relate. The more expected, the happier they'll be."
"Do you think you'd be interested in becoming a spokesperson for a different cause?"
"Maybe. I'm sure people wouldn't mind if I was a good example for them, right?"
"Right. As an example of how to be good example-seeking."
"Does it work?"
"Not really, no. No..."
"So you've got to stick to the facts?"
"Uh, no."
"Okay."
"Okay. Say you're a psychologist. You work at a hospital. Sometime during a period where the population is growing rapidly you come across a case where a baby born to a mother with a Gift of telekinesis is born with a
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#30Post by Kermit » Wed Nov 24, 2021 8:18 am
"Catch ya later, Rusty." The sirens of the police sirens rang out, much to Joel's ears.
He groggily rose from where he had been sitting, and peered around the corner away from the quarry to see a big group of police cars surrounding him. His heart set at the sound of sirens in the distance.
The small teen with a goatee approached him, and Gary gulped at the sight of him.
"Hi. I'm Crispin. And this is my sister Mercedes. We're not, like, cops right now," he quickly stated, as he pointed at his phone.
"Yeah." The small girl beside him nodded.
"Yeah, tell 'em you found my phone. Alright?" The big purple goatee came to rest on the back of his neck, and Gary quickly averted his eyes from the large furry mass.
He turned to his sister, his heart momentarily going blank. His eyes met hers, and a small smile erupted onto his face.
"You okay?" He asked quietly, only to let out a soft cry as Mercedes approached.
She smiled back. "Yeah." Her voice was as nice and sweet as his own.
With a soft click, Crispin rode into the sun and disappeared from view. And so, Gary became a part of the new year.
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#31Post by The Honeless Beard » Wed Nov 24, 2021 8:22 am
Kincaid made a disgruntled whinny as Crispin rode into the distance.
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#32Post by almostinhuman » Wed Nov 24, 2021 8:29 am
Gary's eyebrows shot up at the phone call. His ears immediately flattened beneath his mask, narrowing and becoming less-full-headed. He raised his hands up in a defensive posture, palms facing his head, elbows resting on his knees, elbows backwards, his head bent to look directly at the police, his gaze firmly fixed on the screen.
His phone suddenly buzzed.
His right hand went to his mask, where he held his phone, his left hand resting on his knees.
He lowered his mask further, showing his face again.
An elderly voice spoke on his headset, a dead rasp from deep inside of his throat.
"Gary I think this is the wrong fucking time to do it," he said, his voice sounding like it had been crumbled into a potato.
Gary's mask lowered further, revealing a sliver of his face from the initial blow, but also a nice tinge to it, giving him a look of pure gentleness in his
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#2Post by Kermit » Sat Nov 20, 2021 1:21 pm
Yvette sighed. She knew what it was like to be bullied. Like, really, she'd been there. She couldn't be the only one who'd experienced it.
There were a lot of different ways someone could be bullied. Some were more subtle; they'd tell their friends, or make fun of them, or make fun of them for who they were. Being a misfit in an alien society wasn't going to make you a target.
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#3Post by KamiKaze » Sun Nov 21, 2021 12:40 am
Sydney frowned. Who taught that shit to her? Wasn't anyone here capable of using a computer?
"Fuck you and your stupid stupid edgy shits," she spat out, glaring at the front door and rubbing the back of her neck, "you're going to this year's Honey Badger Brew."
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#4Post by KamiKaze » Sat Nov 20, 2021 3:07 pm
Melodie rubbed her face with her index finger while looking around the room. There wasn't anything particularly interesting on display. Maybe the suit, complete with hoop? A peek at the device, the promotional video for it?
She wanted to like this place, the way the people who lived here—and went to school here, in particular—behaved. It was cozy and cozy and innocent, with the sound of soft chattering filling the space left by the boarded up window. Melodie didn't know any of the kids, and her own school was kind of... shitty, so.
It struck her that most of the things that happened here were out of her control. Everything had to be decided for her and the other girls. And sometimes, it was. They spent a lot of time doing chores together, and it was nice to have a person to talk to who would understand.
She'd gone to a good public school; Melodie had liked the people. The principal had been kind and understanding, but that was relative. The teachers, though… There was a lot of yelling, which was never a good sign.
After a few minutes, the noise stopped. Nobody else in the house was home. She sighed again.
"Maybe you do wanna book a few of your own songs, like the one with Joel Foster on the title," she said to the couch.
The library was, in fact, a ghost world. A subterranean library built into the side of a quarry, filled with seemingly random bookshelves and stacks of old photographs. It was a place of pure, unadulterated mystery, populated only by an ever-growing number of people who either couldn't read or just wanted to at least be slightly less weirdly connected with the outside world than they were.
Nobody really knew what they were looking at, or why they were there, or why anyone still lived there in the first place. Sometimes the stacks seemed real, others completely made up, some with moss and lichens covering the surface, others seemingly locked away for ever. Many of the interiors, however, were utterly ineffably alien, constructed from nothing more than a pair of Philips Hue lights, a Bluetooth speaker, and a screwdriver.
The place was so cluttered with mystery that at one point, the library even had its own newspaper, the Riverdale-obsessed How I Spent It. A tornado of puns and inside jokes, it seemed, wove their way through the book's pages, but the reader with the fast fingers, the one with a gift for the iPhone app, the one with a sixth sense, the one with the gift to conjure illusions out of thin air... it was all pretty hilarious.
"So," said the pre-eminent voice in the library, pausing for a moment to take a quick reading, "my name's Raymond, by the way, and I bookmarked this on the internet."
A bemused grin spread across Raymond's face.
"Anyway, I thought you might," he continued, looking Raymond over, "like… ew, would you look at this instead, with an actual person's face inside of it, and what would your name be?"
"Ugh, ugh, no, it's not-"
A second later, Raymond nodded absently. His eyes darted around the library again, searching for something.
"I just, like, really, really like the idea of being humanized. I mean, I-"
"Graphic design in your blood. YEEEEEEAAAAGGGGHHH!"
"Mm," grunted another voice, and he heard a small cry of alarm as he turned onto his side and crouched down, facing away from the other boy, "can you just, like,
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Kaine felt something brush against his leg, and quickly turned to see a disgruntled look on the red-cheeked boy with the book.
"I'm sorry." He choked, clutching the book, which had rolled on the ground. "This is a safety incident."
The boy shrugged, but didn't change his expression.
"I understand," he said, looking up at the sky, a look that said something about being polite but also about being thorough and measured. "I'm Kyle."
Kaine nodded. It was the right thing to say. Kyle was one of his friends, and they had known one another a long time. A lot longer than most people knew their friends. A lot longer than most people had known one another, really. They knew one another by being friends, or near-friends, or at most by being classmates. They'd both gone to the same public school, Austin Public, and both seemed totally lost in their own world without any real people around to talk to. They grew up together, in the same small city in the same state, with similar fates but very distinct personalities and lives. It was a pretty accurate depiction of the two of them.
"Anyway," he said, in a voice that sounded more like a deep sigh than a normal one, "can I tell you about... uh..."
He was taking his time.
"I'm Austin," he started, and, for a moment, Kaine couldn't tell if that was a lie or not. He hesitated, a bit, a second hand creeping in and around his wrist, "and..."
He trailed off, and Kincaid immediately put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in and started stroking it. "About what I said to you, about being a little bit of a jerk, okay?"
There was quiet for a moment, and then Kaine heard the sound of a pop.
His heart slowed a bit, and he looked up into Kincaid's eyes a bit more.
“Yeah, about uh... that. About being a little bit of a jerk.”
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#16Post by MostlyHarmfulll » Mon Nov 29, 2021 7:06 pm
Austin glanced at the sketchbook resting on the small table. He gave a little, then held it out to Kyle, a little smile on his face.
"Have you ever," he began, gesturing at the book with his fingers, "heard of a Gift like that being illegal in the first place? I mean, like, a person could have a gift, but it's still a crime to use it against them in some way other than for their
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An unending string of bright pink hues floated in the air as Lily let out a sigh, the warmth of her own skin against the cool fabric of the chair. The library was nearly empty in the middle of the day, but the library stacks still felt full of books, and Lily often made her way over to snag a book that had just a passing interest. It was an old classic, probably by the time Lily was born, and the cover read simply 'Love, in the Year It Feels Like Your First Day Of Being Alive'. It was probably one of the more cringy stories out there, but Lily didn't care. She still fell in love, passionately, even after the near-mythical signs and wonders she experienced upon first waking up and meeting new people, real and imagined. For her, the most romantic moments in her life usually came after she'd grasped the most basic human emotions, and all she really wanted at the time was her own forever happy forever loved child.
And this was what happened.
It was a beautiful day in August. The only bright spots in a sun-soaked summer day were a group of goths who she believed to be members of a cover band, and a couple of squirrel boys who she thought were her classmates. It was also, of course, the beginning of August, which meant that the library's library hours were immediately upon her return, and she spent at least two hours just staring at the stacks, desperate to absorb something as innocuous as a book or a peek into what life was like in the real world without the constant stream of constant media repetition that marked her every waking moment.
But somewhere along the line, someone decided that the library was the ultimate source of wholesome fun, so the young lady in question was given the green light to spend as much time as she wanted in there. Which is exactly what happened, and the library's library hours fell into disuse, because then there just wasn't anything to distract her from simply being miserable and bored all the time, and there was a constant stream of media blasting in and around the stacks.
Eventually, the library became a thing of the past, closed down entirely, and any remaining kids in the neighbourhood simply had to find somewhere else to read, and apparently Lily's childhood dream of being able to just zip past the kids who used the library quickly became a reality when she turned ten.
Lily didn't like being left out, though. Being left out often meant that you had to actively look for it, which was something that either the adults who ran the library, or the people in the neighbourhood would do with frightening regularity. A particularly unpleasant example came up recently, as Lily was sitting at a distance, looking at some screenshots on her own phone when suddenly her mother called.
"Jenelle," the voice said, followed by a mixture of "What the fuck is wrong with her mind?" and "What the fuck is your problem with her?", followed by "What the fuck is your problem with her?", depending on what timezone you were in.
Lily quickly turned around, scowling, and shoved the phone away before slamming her book shut with a loud "pop".
"Ugh. I'm - I'm so, so sorry," she muttered quietly, as her own book bag was quickly filled with her belongings
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A little girl with a mask and a gun was found in the middle of Denton High School. It turned out the masked kid had an eye for just about anything to add insult to injury. A quick search on the internet led them to the address of a girl named Astrid who lived in California. She told them her parents thought the girl's eyes were blood red, in the same order as the Riverdale gang members, and that the blood in her eyes was poisonous. They also learned from her that she had a little brother named Joel, who she called a "cat," and that her parents thought Kyle was her boyfriend.
A few hours after the incident, Noah entered the school's hall of shame and found the entire situation completely out of hand. The principal had been so quick to give in to Principal Sarah's demands that they all stay home, and had everyone locked in their own little world again. This was bringing people like Jenelle right into the crossfire, which caused everyone to lose their minds. Principal Sarah had been called to the first period as well, and had everyone locked in place as well.
Finally, the chaos had moved to the cafeteria, where Archie was still stuck in a rage. His anger was quickly directed towards someone, and caught on the front page of the front page, where he literally just wrote "your a fucking nerd," followed by a bunch of other degrading things about people, along with the usual tired tired "boys will be boys" shtick.
Panting and shaking, the old Riverdale High School bandleader stormed out of the gym, slamming the door behind him and slamming his fist into the ground. He walked directly towards Crispin, who had been sitting on the opposite end of the gym, and delivered a single kick to his gut. The kick sent Crispin reeling, sending him stumbling and sending a loud "WHOSE GIRLS ARE WEISSING RIGHT NOW?" cracking sound from his throat.
Dazed and dazed, the other cheerleaders all turned their heads backwards.
"Scuttled off with the duder," David stated, gesturing with his finger in the air.
"Wanna bet we do that," Janelle suggested.
"Fuck y'all," Cyrus grunted.
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#119Post by almostinhuman » Sat Dec 04, 2021 8:13 pm
''Alright, alright,'' Kincaid stated as the others followed his lead, going out of their way to try and catch up on their swim lessons.
He glanced back at Sarah, who had just returned.
Mercedes nodded, a grimace beginning to creep its way up her face.
"Yeah,'' Kincaid responded with a wave.
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#120Post by backslash » Sat Dec 04, 2021 8:16 pm
Lily's head rolled to the side as the phone behind her dropped to the ground. Lily didn't make any noise as it hit the ground. She had been staring at the screen. Kincaid continued to
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ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"My goth name is Astrid." Astrid said, still reading from her phone. "I started trying to find other goths in Oregon, but it's kind of hard to find people in the same genre as you, you know? I'm more of a Romantic girl, I guess. I don't get into all that dark stuff that much. The new 'emo' style, is what they call it, like hardcore kind of stuff. I think it's cool, but it's not my thing. You know what I mean?"
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"It's a city that's small in size, but large in its problems. Bend is unique in that it has seen the start of, and been through, the first national crises of the 21st century, right here, all at once. And it's about people who lived through them." Astrid said.
"Is this kinda like Portlandia?" Jared asked.
"You think I look like Fred Armisen?" Astrid asked.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Yeeeaaaaahhh," Craig said.
"I don't like this story," Jared said.
"Why are they dressed like hookers?" Astrid asked.
"It's a very popular look in Bend," Sarah said.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Yeah, so I went there like, three times. They only had Gucci loafers, though." Astrid said.
"I like Gucci loafers," Jared said.
"I mean, I like Gucci loafers, but..." Astrid trailed off.
"Why are you thinking about loafers?" Sarah asked.
"Nothing. I just like the word 'loafers.'" Astrid shrugged.
"It's weird that you look like a Funko Pop." Sarah said.
"I'm a real live girl. You can tell, look at my phone," Astrid said, patting her own head.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Ooh, I have a song idea," Astrid said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pocket watch.
"I have an interpretation of the image in the watch that I think works very well as a story idea," she said. "It's the relationship between time and music. The second hand: it's eternal. It doesn't move. But the songs themselves: they come and go. Some songs last a year, others last a single week. I think it's telling that the old man from the future is wearing a watch. Time is inescapable, whether it comes from above or below. You can't escape it, unless you choose to."
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Last year, three guys got trapped in the woods by a pack of wild dogs. Now, tell me if I'm wrong, but how could you tell a wild dog from a human?" Craig asked, walking away.
"Well, I mean, their bite strength is about 100 times that of a normal person's." Astrid said.
"Okay, Astrid. No more answers about how you can tell a wild dog from a human. Instead, I'm going to go get you and Sarah some cheeseburgers at the Blockbuster," Craig said, while turning to Jared and Sarah and saying, "And we're going to play Red Rover."
"What's Red Rover?" Jared asked.
"Shut up, Craig," Astrid said.
"Shut up, Astrid. I'll play, we'll play, and whoever's out when the bell goes gets dinner." Craig said.
"Red Rover!" Craig's hand raised.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Oh, uh, who are you?" Astrid said, looking over at Craig.
"I'm a person," Craig said, "Who's just an observer here."
"Who is?" Astrid asked, turning to Jared.
"That's his name. Craig." Jared said.
"I'm Craig, and I'm gonna be whatever you want me to be." Craig said.
"Um, so. I'm a butterfly. You can be my partner. We can fly together, and we can go in the rain." Astrid said.
"Can I be the plane?" Craig asked.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"The reason our story is set in the present is that it's a fiction told to us in the present. An album about all of us, being our own present." Astrid read from the spine of her phone.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"No way, it was nothing like this," Astrid said. "Just some bullshit guitar dudes and a bald guy dressed like Mark Twain or something."
"Look, you gotta talk about your stories, man, people here are real interested in the nightlife," Craig said.
"Mm, but what I'm actually writing about is like the story of my neighborhood and how all these suburban kids just make fun of them and take over a little street in a shitty part of town." Astrid said.
"I was a kid in a shitty part of town, and I can vouch for that shit," Craig said.
"Let's just talk about your story, okay? They don't even have to be about Bend." Astrid said.
"I just wanna be here, man. And maybe the goth girls will give me the time of day," Craig said.
"We're just here to work, Craig. If you want to make friends, you need to find some better networking possibilities," Astrid said.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"I wonder if you'll be having a vampire ball tonight, Astrid?" Jared asked.
"I'm a werewolf, Jared."
"I saw you fight yesterday at the comic book shop. You were really fast."
"I have a naturally fast metabolism. Anyway, a vampire ball's an annual event, where all the city's resident vampires go outside for the day. They turn into fang bitches and drink each other's blood."
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Like so many other small cities all over the world, Bend is safe. It's great." Astrid said.
"I'm the mayor," Jared said.
"The mayor, that's awesome!" Astrid said.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Astrid and her friends are just being mean." Craig said.
"It's okay. We're together." Astrid said.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"There, I love you too." Astrid said, breaking character. She and Sarah had exchanged a glance and now Craig, Astrid, and Sarah were laughing as Jared looked concerned.
"Are we doing a scene?" Craig asked.
"Yeah, uh, I think so," Astrid said.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"Have you ever heard of Dead Poets Society?" Astrid asked.
"Yes," Jared said.
"That wasn't directed to you, Jared," Astrid said.
"No?" Jared said, slightly offended.
"Yes, Jared. Dead Poets Society is a movie. I can't hear you, Jared, you're using the wrong tone." Astrid said.
"Oh yeah, sorry," Jared said.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"I'm gonna go talk to Amber and then we're all gonna go get drunk and figure out how to support each other," Sarah said.
"Ooh, someone is open minded, they do not think it's terrible to be a goth." Craig said.
"They're like nietzschean goths." Jared said.
"Why is there a cake on your head?" Astrid asked.
"I got a haircut today."
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"They actually have something good, though, because I got a one dollar voucher to use their discount site. It's for like $5 or something, but it totally works. I got a $25 discount on a $400 shirt, so it was like $20 off." Astrid said.
"They didn't ask for a picture?" Craig said.
"I got a great discount on an adult shirt that I could never wear because I'm a child," Astrid said.
~~~
Three goths plus Craig loitered in the shade, talking beneath a cherry blossom outside the world's last Blockbuster.
"We don't have TV shows here. We have the radio. That's all. The entire thing is about self-expression," Astrid said.
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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#16Post by Jilly » Wed Feb 03, 2022 6:29 pm
This is it. He was supposed to leave this fucking dark basement with Alan and Crispin, but it seemed like there was still more there than he'd been expecting. He was so focused on Moose's hand that he almost missed the girl, his sister, lying on the floor next to him, looking like she'd been through a particularly vicious rollercoaster.
So much more to come.
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#17Post by Carrion Queen » Wed Feb 03, 2022 7:00 pm
This was definitely another instance of Moose stepping outside of his comfort zone, even as Alan was dealing with this fever.
"I'm fine," he stammered. "But I think we should see if it's really safe here."
He looked at the other boy. Raja was taller than Moose and he was also a little meaner than Moose. But Moose was a better match for Raja than Moose was for the guy.
Then, as if he'd been responding to Alan's inquiry, he went into the corner of the room and suddenly bolted into the corner with a run. The other two ran after them, Moose and Alan following closely behind.
This was definitely a sign that Moose was not welcome here.
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#18Post by Catche Jagger » Wed Feb 03, 2022 9:46 pm
The search would continue for them.
It wasn't safe here.
No one wanted to be here.
They wanted to be somewhere more serene and calm. Somewhere Moose was safe from them. Somewhere Raja was safe from them. But this? This was where they were supposed to go. To see their families. To have a normal day. To be reunited with our friends and families. Where everyone would be OK. They would be okay.
But this was the desert. Where all the wildlands were, where danger lurked every step of the way. Where people just needed a normal day. Where they would be hunted down by evil people bent on power. Hell, even a hug here would be enough to drive one mad.
Alan didn't know if he was going to throw himself, or if he would make it back in time to make it through the end of the day. But until then, Moose and Alan were in the corner. With their backs to the wall.
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine." he reassured the boy, "And I'm here." He looked over his shoulder. "And I'm okay. Just..." he trailed off, "...looking for a friend to crash with."
His hand slowly closed around Moose's hand, waiting for the signal to stop and make a break for it.
And then, I will go to the forest, and I'll... give you back the map. So long as I live...
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#21Post by VoltTurtle » Thu Feb 03, 2022 9:39 pm
Yvette's eyes lit up.
"...Mamaaaaannnnnnnnddddd." She yelped, voice growing weak and shaky.
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#22Post by Ohm » Thu Feb 03, 2022 10:32 pm
'I will save you... the... the map.'
Astrid's hand felt for the duffel bag, gently tugging on it as if it were a fragile piece of equipment. It was too small for her to lift, so she was going to have to prop it up on her shoulder.
'I can't help feeling guilty.' She whispered to Yvette, voice full of regret.
'And that's why I'm making a list... of all the friends I have that I can't save. That's why it's called a bank...
no.
No more bank accounts.
I'm not making this up.
I won't pretend I'm not.'
'But... but I can't leave her like this.'
They were in a clearing. Near a big fir tree, a big cactus. Astrid and Yvette were about to walk up to it, but a propane tank exploded nearby. The three of them fell to the ground together, panting heavily.
'We're trapped here.' She muttered, voice filled with regret. 'And no-one's coming up.'
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#23Post by ItzToxie » Fri Feb 04, 2022 9:54 am
Yvette was ready to cry, but instead, she held her own sob.
"Thank God it was light," Yvette said to the empty space, taking several deep breaths, "I'm gonna be alright." She mouthed the words to Yvette, as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, feeling a bit of a hangover.
She didn't want to cry. She was afraid. She knew what it was like to cry. It was... it was just so hard to explain. To someone, she would usually just say that it was just... everything. Like how she always cried at weddings or graduations because she was ashamed of her body. She hated it when people would ask her out on dates because of it. It made her
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The boy walked closer. Anatoly was still a little confused and concerned about what he saw. He raised his hand to wave, but only for a few seconds. Then he lowered it. Now, he was just waving his arms to gesture vaguely at the four boys.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, his voice shaky and shaky in his throat. "Are you-are-?"
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#10Post by Kermit » Tue Jan 04, 2022 10:36 pm
"I just wanted to say hi," Anatoly said, "but first, I need to see your friends. If you're not seeing anyone, I'll be the first one over to make sure no-one is freaking out."
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#11Post by MurderWeasel » Tue Jan 04, 2022 6:11 pm
Anatoly didn't know how well Selene could react to him, but he couldn't lie. He could try to make her laugh, but that was going too far. He just hoped it would be subtle.
"Um, thanks for telling me. I'm kind of worried about all of you." he answered her in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone. "I'm, I'm, kinda scared for you. I'm scared for you. I'm gonna keep that in mind."
Anatoly's eyes darted between the four of them. The corners of his mouth twisted upwards, his mouth moving like he was about to speak but his eyes never really opening. Selene looked like she was about to burst into song, so maybe it would be a good idea to slow things down a little?
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#12Post by Slam » Thu Jan 05, 2022 2:56 am
There was a pause.
Anatoly: What if they didn't return?
Selene: Don't know, you tell yourself that, trust me.
Anatoly: I can't promise that I won't tell. But I promise I won't.
Anatoly: I'm going to be sure to make sure they don't come back.
S033 - START
Anatoly's body started moving, kicking at every sound he heard, trying to get away from the four boys. At the same time, he was feeling somewhat better. Maybe. He could feel it, in his gut. Maybe it was just a hangover, but it wasn't the feeling he'd been looking for.
Anatoly slowly made his way over to a nearby rock and sat there for a minute, looking through the side of the rock. He took out his notebook, opened the first page, and fiddled with the writing until he got it right.
Anatoly's eyes wandered from the four boys to the girl on the ground, listening, waiting for the response. Nothing came through.
Anatoly's eyes darted
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#9Post by Selene » Fri Feb 18, 2022 11:04 am
“FǪ¼s EggBurglers”
An EggBurgler walked through the Compound.
Its body was rigid. Its steps were unsteady. Its neck was stiff. Its mouth moved rapidly, darting between the air and Jenelle’s face, taking the shorter path while the longer one dragged on.
Its feet were planted firmly and each foot pressing hard into Jenelle’s back. It lifted up Jenelle’s back with a heavy thump and she shut her eyes tight.
The thump was faint and only made by its presence.
Crispin’s voice was hissing and it echoed throughout the Compound.
“FǪ¼s biggest asset is our Gift.” he shouted, his voice shaking with anger.
He was about to yell again, louder, but he felt his throat growing dry, and he had nowhere to go. He’d just yell louder. Crispy hadn’t stopped screaming yet. He’d stop yelling after everything.
((Crispin Cuyler continued elsewhere.))
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#10Post by ItzToxie » Wed Feb 23, 2022 8:54 am
Oh crap. Austin got himself a scrape. Mercy got a hug. Jenelle got a kick to the ass. Crispy got a good kick too. Then they were out for real, and their target was someone who had almost certainly just killed someone. Someone that was a lot closer to their target than Austin was.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Jenelle screamed. She snapped her eyes up, pointing her flashlight in Austin’s direction. "I gotta get out of here! GET OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKING STUPID BITCH!"
Austin looked up, seeing nothing but the desert sun and his own empty field. He couldn’t get the beam off. He wasn’t about to yell at the one-eyed punk for getting the better of him, but that would’ve made things worse.
Then... something made its way through the air and slammed into his back. It was flying towards the duo, at least the beam was aimed straight at him. If it took off one of his eyes it would still hit Austin, leaving it streaked across the ground.
"FUCKING BITCH!" He called out, turning his flashlight on. "You fucking killed my fucking best friend, right? FUCK YOU ARE A STUPID!"
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#11Post by Slam » Wed Feb 23, 2022 9:02 am
The four of them converged in front of the compound, a few yards apart but still quite a ways from where they were when Moose opened fire. Crispy was up close; he could see ink, and as far as he
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A few moments after a doorway slammed shut, August heard another crashing of footsteps and a voice that sounded almost like a mother calling out to them. A grey collar around his neck suddenly came loose, and he watched as it opened in the air, then shut again, and then rolled to the side and fell back to the floor like a sleeping bag. He squinted as it fell harmlessly back to the floor.
An irritated-looking voice could be heard, and August caught some of its movement on his hands. In response, he raised his hands in an X and pointed.
"We can't make it any bigger. You're down to two."
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#114Post by Primrosette » Tue Feb 15, 2022 5:16 am
The collar didn't last long.
The door opened and shut, the footsteps from earlier returning to the forefront of August's mind. He turned to the source, a black duffel bag lying on the ground next to the previously closed door. Small, clear bottles of water and a bottle of water sat next to it. One of the bottles he checked was empty; the other, it seemed, was full.
He cocked his head to the side.
"You're still alive, right? We just didn't find any evidence yet. If you're still alive, then..."
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#115Post by Deamon » Wed Feb 16, 2022 9:10 am
The darkness of the room could only be imagined. He was lying on the floor like a slab of concrete, and the air was warm and clammy. The collar around his neck was still on. It wasn't making him ill. There was nothing wrong with him in the slightest.
The silence he felt between himself and August seemed to be breaking. Something about the thought that he might be able to do something, anything about this. He wasn't sure. At some point he must have, but he'd be lying if he thought he'd be able to take the hint from August that maybe he shouldn't be trying to get inside of this place.
He thought about trying to stand up. To move himself out of the bag. To get his hands, fingers, and face out of the bag. But he just couldn't. He'd die of shock if he tried.
He turned to the hole in the floor.
"Is that where you are?"
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#116Post by WorldFat » Thu Feb 17, 2022 6:30 pm
August could hear the voice of the unknown boy who spoke to him through the hole in the floor and he nodded in agreement.
He then heard three more voices, one in English, one in Chinese, one in Spanish. The first one was in English and the second one was in Chinese. The speaker in Chinese could have been a classmate or someone at school, he didn't know. He didn't really know how well the other two communicated. He wasn't sure what their goals were.
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Rubbing his cheek with his sleeve he breathed through his mouth to block out the noise, he said, "Jesus bitch."
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#11Post by Carrion Queen » Mon Jan 08, 2022 11:25 pm
"So, what do you think? I ain't talkin' to you right now, I'm busy taking care of Moose, anyway. You wanna come with?"
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#12Post by Salic » Mon Jan 08, 2022 12:01 am
Moose could hear other voices ahead of them, but he could not tell who was talking to them or who he was talking to. He was sure that he was the only one who could hear them, so that meant one of them was the one who'd said what they wanted to hear. Moose decided to follow behind them and to try to pick up the pace of the conversation.
"So, have you seen anyone else so far?" He asked as he kept walking.
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#13Post by ItzToxie » Mon Jan 08, 2022 6:03 pm
"Ay," the answer came. "Hope I wasn't the only one who felt that way, huh? We saw a girl."
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#14Post by almostinhuman » Mon Jan 08, 2022 6:32 pm
Melodie was right; Sydney had seen others. She'd heard people talking and she'd moved to the other side of the road to look at the cameras. Sure, people had told her to move closer, but she wasn't moving anywhere else. The cameras were still on, and she could see who was talking. It'd be hard to tell who was talking to who.
But people? Of course they were talking. Moose and Isabella were talking. Moose was right; Sydney's group had been looking for her. But who were they? Sydney was somewhere around here; she could see the ground here. She wasn't really sure where she was, but she was definitely not somewhere she didn't want to be.
And then Moose left. Melodie knew it wasn't her place to ask that question. She knew that if she asked, people would say she was crazy. Maybe she'd go mad and start killing people, and nobody would ever be able to stop her; maybe they'd just ignore her again because they weren't her group. But she wasn't like that. If she was to stay sane, she needed to get out of here. It was a short while before she could hear the footsteps near her, but she quickly pushed herself up to get her bag off.
She stumbled over something on the way. It was a hand. She reached out and touched it before it went away.
"Oh, uh
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Cecilia entered the room, footsteps going through the floor.
She looked at the two boys and her mouth moved.
"You don't have to say that! I'm not trying to scare you! But-"
She tried to make a joke about her nose getting a cold. It was a funny idea, with one exception.
Cecilia spun around and sat on the floor next to Joel. She pointed at the collar and clicked her teeth.
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#5Post by WorldFat » Sat Jan 21, 2022 4:59 am
"Hey, Joel."
The footsteps started up again, this time followed by a few pops and a swish of the collar. The collar? What? No way.
"You don't have to apologize for this. I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just... I don't know. You might not even remember what happened, but..."
No, no, not about the water bottle. Not the collar. He didn't remember what happened to the collar. Didn't have the video or any other physical evidence. Not his memory. It didn't matter. It was all useless. There was nothing that could prove anything other than what he'd seen in the mirror.
He had a lot of stuff that he could have used to find the collar. He could have called it out or told him where it was. He could have asked if they tried to kill him or if they thought he was dangerous. He could have asked what they planned to do when he got home. He could have even put the bottle back in the bottle and waited to see what would happen if the collar was removed.
He just didn't have anything else.
"So, uh. You wanna just leave?"
...
"Sure."
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#6Post by WorldFat » Sun Jan 22, 2022 11:59 am
"Sure."
Joel nodded.
He put his hands on his hips like he was a middle-manager and left the room.
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#7Post by WorldFat » Tue Jan 23, 2022 6:43 am
The sounds of gunfire followed the group out. Joel's mind spun back to the fight and how he reacted to it. The world did not explode and he fell onto the floor. The backpack was gone. The three had forgotten to pack the water bottle back into the bottle cage, with the intention of using it as a makeshift water source for the next few days.
The idea of getting out of the house and about had been smothered with uncertainty. What was his purpose now? What was his plan for the day? What would he do after school?
He had been on high alert for the last few moments, waiting for the right moment to pull out his Gift. The moment came, and everything went back to how it had been on the bus. It was easy to forget now. With his Gift he could
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#17Post by Skraal » Thu Jan 07, 2022 3:55 am
In order to fully understand what was happening, Kyle had to first go back through his head. He was still reeling from the unexpected gift, and he was sure that it would have been a disaster in any other situation. He felt so helpless in this situation; he didn't know what else to do.
He didn't have many other options. He had to find a way to break this spell, no matter what. He needed to find a way to remove the collar. He needed to do something about the scissors. He needed to find somewhere to keep his breath.
The one thing he had to keep in mind was to not get lost. Kyle quickly picked up his bag and started walking towards the door.
Once he was within, he was sure to catch his breath. The sweat was starting to go down his neck and it was starting to make him feel much better. He started to walk towards the door, but then stopped and took a deep breath and looked towards the door before picking it back up.
He was already panting and a little exhausted, but he had a feeling that he would be fine once he had cracked the door. He was starting to wonder if the Gift would work on other people as well?
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#18Post by Primrosette » Thu Jan 07, 2022 11:32 am
Lincoln had followed Raymond to the door. He recognized the sound of someone approaching. Quickly, Kyle swiped at his duffel bag with his finger on the glass before turning it to catch the light. He took a few steps forward before stopping again with his back to the door.
Kennedy was already in the room. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground by the window, looking at the wall and looking at the flashlight. There were duffel bags on the ground next to her and the scissors.
"So, what brings you to this corner of the building, anyway?" She asked.
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#19Post by VoltTurtle » Thu Jan 07, 2022 12:06 pm
Kennedy stared at the scissors, then she went back to her reading.
She looked at them, then at the door. She went back to her scissors.
Lincoln looked at the flashlight as the conversation went on and then he followed Kennedy. He wasn't sure if they were trying to talk to be overheard or if Kennedy was being serious. If she was serious, then this was a misunderstanding and he needed to apologize. If they were trying to be overheard then he could be a liability, which would not be nice, so he might as well apologize as well.
But, as he was thinking this, the conversation escalated from being about a topic they didn't know about to being about a topic they did. He didn't know how the conversation was supposed to go from this, where a woman was being rude to a group of friends with different gifts
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"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING? What the fuck is going on?"
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#19Post by Brackie » Wed Feb 09, 2022 11:28 am
Kyle was startled when his orb, once he could fully see it, dissipated. After all, it wasn't something he had gone through a vacuum on. The fact that he could move his orb, even in the air, was a major relief. But what about Isabella? What was going on?
His focus was clearly on the door that his orb was placed on. He turned it slightly to face his companion, but Isabella was nowhere in sight. Quickly he sprang into action, grabbing the collar and swinging it around to hit her again.
"WHAT THE F U C K?"
"You ARE coming!?"
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#20Post by Slam » Thu Feb 10, 2022 10:54 am
Lincoln had found himself on the floor, face first. He watched as Sydney ran off in a panic and panic-stricken Austin ran off in terror and panic and Sayuna ran off in terror as well. He couldn't help but let out a sigh at the pathetic display. He was being played right? Worst scenario was that she would have already bolted or died and he would've had to find her again in a matter of minutes. Worst case, he had to find her and rescue her.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. This was a big step. He couldn't help but let out a sigh when he thought about all of the people in this room and all of the ways that he could have helped. The only thing missing was a bottle of water, that was it.
He reached out with his right hand, miming walking. A slight sound could be heard and it was clear that someone was approaching. He reached out with his left hand and brought it to his chest with his palm out. He took a deep breath and squeezed it.
He was calm and composed now, maybe a little worn out.
"HEY! Y-YOU!"
It was her! It was him! He had to be freaking out over this! Isabella was here?! What the fuck was going on? Why was he freaking out?!
"Uh... hi."
He couldn't see her, but he could hear her clearly, clearly be screaming. He tried to get up and walk up to her but he was restrained by his collar. If he let go, she might take it and bolt. If he let go, he'd fall to the floor.
So he just kept his head on a swivel and stared at her.
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#72Post by Kermit » Wed Jan 05, 2022 12:03 am
The sun set, and the sky grew orange. A cactus emerged from the desert and formed a human figure in a sleeping bag. It was Javi.
He stared at the cactus. Desert sun never set on him. At the same time, he was laying on his back, looking up at the sky. Javi's eyes were a color ashen, his skin a deep purple. He felt a knot forming in his stomach. He closed his eyes. His chest was heavy. They would be taken care of.
"Aah, okay, alright. We're..." He breathed. "... I'm fine." He closed his eyes. "I'm fine."
Javi felt the need to explain this to everyone he would see in their sleep. But he had so much more to say. He needed to be calm. He needed to let them know that he was safe, they all needed to be calm. He needed to tell them that he would be okay.
He opened his eyes and blinked.
"Dad?"
And out of the corner of his eye, Javi's heart sped up. He could feel his heart beating faster. Javi's chest was heavier. He felt a knot forming in his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw that they were in the air! Javi saw the cactus and figures. He could see the sounds of distant voices. A boy runs past. Tears streaming down his face.
Javi felt the sand between his eyes. He opened his eyes.
"Hi. My name is Javi. I'm fine. Dad's okay. He's been crying."
But the tears wouldn't stop. Javi was crying about something.
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#73Post by PlatFleece » Thu Jan 06, 2022 12:04 pm
After a few moments of discomfort, Javi opened his eyes and gazed at the desert sky. It was beautiful, he thought. He could almost picture the setting from his favorite films. The sun blazed down on a blue-grey desert sky surrounded by cacti, wild flowers, and the sounds of birds fluttering and chirping. He felt so peaceful. The only sound was the rustling of leafs and the low hum of insects.
It was beautiful.
The rain had stopped. He could see the sun shining down on him. His chest was full of contentment.
Javi took a deep breath in, and poured it out into his lungs.
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ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
