Cream Cheese and Salsa

[Spindarene]

((Nicole Campbell continued from Well, This Sucks))

Nikki woke up sometime later. She couldn't tell what time it was, just that it was still daytime. She was still annoyed that her phone had gotten killed by the lake, but the feeling that trumped everything else right now was hunger. As she dug around in her day pack for the food, she realized with surprise that she hadn't eaten in about a day. She guessed she was so preoccupied with trying to escape this whole nightmare last night that she'd forgotten to eat last night. That was weird. She never forgot to eat, especially if she was reading. Christ, this was a nightmare. Her hand fell on a loaf of generic white bread wrapped in plastic and pulled it out of the bag. She dug around a little bit more for something to put on it, but gave up quickly. She was too hungry to care much right now.

“Would it have killed them to stick some cream cheese in here?” she mumbled to herself through a mouthful of bread. One of Nikki's favorite snacks was bread smeared with cream cheese and mild salsa. She could live without the salsa right now, but the cream cheese...apparently she could live without that too. She looked around her. The clearing she was in was tiny. Gigantic leafy trees rose up around her in a circle, no more than four or five feet away from where she was sitting.

Her eyes wandered around and landed on her day pack again. She saw the corner of Blood Price poking out of it. She hesitated, then picked it up and opened it to the first page. Rereading a book you've just read was better than nothing, she thought to herself. She resigned herself to the fact that she would now never know if Henry and Vicky would get together. Even though they pretty much were together. Sort of. And what was the deal with Celluci? This book had one of the worst written love triangles she'd ever read.

[Outfoxd]

((Anthony Rollins continued from Look Out!

Anthony had to give great respect for any director that decided to do his shooting in the jungle, and pulled it off. There was loads of ambient noise that no doubt made editing a pain in the dick. It was humid as shit; he imagined it played hell with the cameras. Just that, and it was a pain in the ass just maneuvering.

Anthony had left the lookout tower at a pretty even clip after having it out with Janet (cunt), and had found himself on the set of the original Predator movie. He tried to take his mind off of how much the jungle was aggravating him by pretending he was some English gentleman on safari, hacking his way through the underbrush with the sickle he'd procured from Sidney's corpse. But it was hard.

Hard enough that he caught his foot on a hidden tree root, and took a bit of a spill onto a patch of leafy plants. His pride was hurt more than his face, thankfully.

"Oh, fuck you!" He spat at the offending root, not realizing he had stumbled dangerously close to another lost high schooler.

[Lord_Shadow]

((Jennifer Steinman continued from Thin Line Between Heaven and Here))

Jennifer hummed to herself a little tune, something jazzy and catchy. She swore having the stupid hat and glasses on was making her feel like a gangster. She didn't understand Timothy's obsession with the gangsters of the era. Criminals and ruffians the lot of them, and for some reason he wanted to be one of them. She couldn't see why. Not that it stopped her from humming that tune to herself on her way.

The jungle was hot, humid, and thick. No sane person would consider this area anything more than an annoyance. "Probably a good indicator that I'm not sane then." She giggled to herself. It felt nice, to play the idiot and just let loose with your thoughts. Jen wondered if this was how he had felt all the time. But the conditions were a bit aggravating. She regretted not staying at the Helipad, but considering what happened there it was for the best.

So into the jungle she went merrily strolling, albeit with difficulty. It wasn't until she heard the definitive sound of cursing that she felt that this venture would finally turn fruitful. There was someone there. Judging from the sound, somewhere around the next bend. "Oh yes, one more dead means that I'm one step closer to winning. Oh please be taken by surprise." She said with a smile. She pushed the brim of the hat up and started heading towards the person.

It was time to add another notch to her metaphorical belt.

[Spindarene]

''He really cares about you Vicki. Why is that such a problem? Because lovers are easy to get and friends good enough to scream at are a lot--''

''Oh, fuck you!'' Nikki jumped and quickly looked up from her book. That voice was close. A little too close for comfort. She'd thought she was the only one in here. She looked up at the sky to try to see how much time had gone by, but it looked pretty much the same as it had the last time she'd looked at it. She looked over at the trees, debating about whether to retreat further into the jungle. One look at the closely-packed trees and the dense undergrowth changed her mind. There was no fucking way she was going in there unless she had no other choice. A fly buzzed around her head and she batted it away, as well as fruitlessly trying to wipe some of the sweat off her face. She hated it in here. At least it was safe, though, for now. Although she really didn't like the thought of someone else being in here. Her eyes flickered to her sword. She hated handling that thing, which would be completely useless unless someone happened to stumble and managed to fall on its point. What kind of an idiot would make a sword with dull sides? Anyway, she really didn't feel like moving right now.

Reopening her book, she reached for the bread, and felt only plastic. She'd eaten the whole loaf without realizing it. Mildly surprised, she dug around in her daypack. Her hand landed on a tin of crackers, and she pulled it out. As she opened if, she saw the lid of a water bottle poking out from under a map. She hadn't even really thought about water before, but now she saw it she was incredibly thirsty. She quickly grabbed it and drank most of it down without a breath. Feeling slightly better, she popped the lid off the crackers, stuck one in her mouth, and continued to read.

[Outfoxd]

Anthony had taken little time to crawl to his feet, already considering that if anyone was around, they would have heard his little tirade. For a minute he thought he could hear someone else moving through the underbrush, but figured it was just some animal that he had flushed out. Still, he vowed to move a little more slowly. If only to avoid falling again.

Anthony resumed moving, hacking his way through the growth when necessary. He had only moved a few more feet when he saw the top of someone's head.

He considered cutting the shit and taking this one, but this person had probably heard everything he'd done up to that point. Besides, it might've been nice having someone to watch his back. Hell, Nicole was supposed to have been that, and where the shit was she now?

"Hello?" He said, gently. The sickle was ready in his hands, a buffer between him and the unknown variable for the moment.

[Lord_Shadow]

((Apologies, but I have a death to get to. I'll be back. Sorry. >_<))

Jennifer was about to move forward when the announcements blared. The deaths were announced, along with the killers. Her name popped up again, with Tim's. She adjusted the hat.

Then she recalled that Paige had only been announced a killer, not a death. Apparently she hadn't just run and gotten killed anyway. It was too good to pass up.

"Sorry new people, but I've got a score to settle with that girl. Oops Tim, guess I won't be leaving that poor girl alone at all. So sad."

She marked a few trees with the ice skate along the way retracing her steps. No need to forget this location. More kills later would be something she could enjoy.

But first... find Miss Strand.

((Jennifer Steinman temporarily continued in Moonrise Kingdom))

[Lord_Shadow]

((Jennifer Steinman returned from Moonrise Kingdom))

Blood. The taste and smell filled her mouth and nose. The slight moistness of the dressings on her wounds, the drying flakes and specks left on her hands, the jagged frenzied veins in her eyes. All of it reminded her of that all important life sustaining liquid. Glorious blood.

Jen slowly and painfully retraced her steps. Back from the beach, back to the harsh jungle. The jungle, the heart of this forsaken land. Death, more death would occur in their. It brought a faint smile to her face. She hoped those people she left where still there.

The gun was hidden in her left side pocket on her jacket. Yes, it really was her's now. Stained with blood, soaked with sweat, conatining a furious conviction. Hers and hers alone. She held the machete with her right hand, letting it idly dangle facing downwards. "More, just a few more and then I can rest. So wait for me my future. I will attain all I desire."

She found the small cluster of trees she had marked with abandon. She was close, so very close.

There was going to be more bloodshed soon.

[Lord_Shadow]

(Apologies for skipping. >_< Just need to get this in before the deadline. GMing approved.)

Jennifer prowled in silently, keeping her breathing quiet and her movements slow but stealthy. There was someone very close by. And she wanted... no, she needed to kill them. It was what she was now. A killer. Her conviction led her to do it. She had to win, and in order to win she had to wade through a river of blood. A river she would create.

She gripped the machete, shifted her grip on it so that it pointed blade forward. She peered through a bit of foliage, watched her prey. Time slowed, and her senses were keen. She had just one shot, and she decided to take it.

She moved out of the brush and charged, as fast as she could manage on that leg, at her target. With a howl she swung the machete and slashed her prey's chest, followed by a quick thrust of the weapon into his belly. "Your life to sustain mine. I shall not lose. I shall survive!"

[Outfoxd]

Anthony had moved on from Nicole, deciding anyone that was so apathetic at a time like this probably wasn't worth even being a temporary ally. So his foray through the jungle had taken him elsewhere. Not that the environment changed. Still looked like the same stretch of jungle as the la...

There was a howl, a burst of motion that he couldn't comprehend, and then someone was carving their name into his chest. The next thing he knew, his stomach felt like it was splitting open on the inside. The girl, whoever the fuck she was, had done a damned sloppy job of cutting Anthony off of the credits.

His eyes,wide with pain and surprise, went from his open gut up to the face of the girl holding the machete. His hand went out to her face, streaking a little red across her cheek.

"My. My fucking. My fucking show." He gurgled through blood rising in his throat. He fell backwards, off of Jennifer's blade, and died without so much as a promise of a guest appearance later on in the program.

M09 Anthony Rollins: DECEASED

[Mini_Help]

Nicole was far enough away to catch little except the howl, but it was enough to finally stir her from her apathy. There was trying to pretend that nothing was wrong, and then there was suicidal denial, and she hadn't quite crossed that boundary yet.

Hurriedly packing her possessions, being sure not to lose track of her book, she shuffled off as quickly as she could. She sure didn't want to meet whoever was out there making those awful noises.

((Nicole Campbell continued in It's Been More Than Half A Decade And I Still Can't Believe You Made Me Inactive Kill Your Character, Irene))

[Lord_Shadow]

Jennifer shuddered when the boy reached out and put his bloodstained hand on her face. There was something unnerving about the feeling of that blood on her face. He fell to the ground and died. Jennifer heard rustling leaves not too far away. The other must have ran away.

She knelt next to Anthony, and took his hand. She applied it to the other side of her face, closed her eyes, and ran his bloody lifeless hand across the front of her face. Over her eyes, nose, and mouth. She made sure to smear his blood all over her face.

She took her machete and cut part of his shirt off and tied it to her arm. These were not trophies. They were reminders of the fallen. The only reminders they would get. Furthermore, these trinkets were a warning to the others.

Stay away, or die to sustain my life. The only message her classmates needed to hear.

((Jennifer Steinman continued in One With Darkness. SCENE 3 COMPLETE.))