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Soraya sat at the entrance of the cave. She glanced at the ground and saw rocks. She picked them up and looked closer. Soraya stood and went a few steps into the cave. Half of her body was visible still from the light. With the white rock, she started to draw on the cave wall.
"What is one item of clothing that someone could wear that would make you walk out on a date with them?"
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Their travels had led them to a cave, which had seemed like a suitable place to shelter from any adverse conditions. Not that they had encountered any. The sun had banished the rain and the ground had been dried out. A slight haze hung in the air as an amount of humidity lingered. Rays of light spread across the crowd, slowly cooking the soil.
Meanwhile, they were sat in a cave, keeping cool and continuing to talk. Not about anything important, the tone of the conversation was perfectly captured by Soraya's latest question.
Dominik lay back as she asked the question, using his pack as a pillow. His gun sat inert by his side.
"Crocs, they're ugly and I don't see how they can be comfortable."
Meanwhile, they were sat in a cave, keeping cool and continuing to talk. Not about anything important, the tone of the conversation was perfectly captured by Soraya's latest question.
Dominik lay back as she asked the question, using his pack as a pillow. His gun sat inert by his side.
"Crocs, they're ugly and I don't see how they can be comfortable."
"Oof, yeah, Crocs are pretty bad, especially if they're not the authentic ones. People need to get real shoes."
Abel took another sip from his bottle of water, it crunching and subtly echoing off the cave walls.
"For me, I'd say like... shirts or whatever with obnoxious patterns like a bunch of flowers. Feels like I'm going on a date with my nan's couch."
Abel took another sip from his bottle of water, it crunching and subtly echoing off the cave walls.
"For me, I'd say like... shirts or whatever with obnoxious patterns like a bunch of flowers. Feels like I'm going on a date with my nan's couch."
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Soraya observed her work with the white rock under held under her chin as she considered the wall. She bent down and put the white rock on the ground carefully. She picked up a reddish-brown rock and judged the work again with a titled head.
She turned back to the boys and she laughed a little laugh that sounded like wind chimes.
"Nan," she repeated with a hint of curiosity. "Those both sound like tourist clothes. They love flower pattern shirts, right? And they love crocs. But they're plastic so your feet get very sweaty unless you have socks on with them, and that's a whole sin on its own."
Soraya thoughtfully added some hair with the reddish-brown rock to one of the figures she'd drawn on the cave wall.
"My answer is.... those clothes with the anime faces on them from the cartoon pornos? Like --"
She approximated one of the faces by sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes back. Then she straightened back up and went back to her work.
"Those clothes. They're horrible. I've seen them," she said seriously, nodding. Birds chipped nearby.
"Hey," she said quickly. "What do you think the point of this is? We're from all different places, but not from every country like an Olympics of murder. There would be more people if it was every country. And two people from Belize? Who the fuck cares that much about Belize? Do you think it's, like, some kind of racist thing? They want to see if colonist countries are genetically superior and will kill the others?"
She turned back to the boys and she laughed a little laugh that sounded like wind chimes.
"Nan," she repeated with a hint of curiosity. "Those both sound like tourist clothes. They love flower pattern shirts, right? And they love crocs. But they're plastic so your feet get very sweaty unless you have socks on with them, and that's a whole sin on its own."
Soraya thoughtfully added some hair with the reddish-brown rock to one of the figures she'd drawn on the cave wall.
"My answer is.... those clothes with the anime faces on them from the cartoon pornos? Like --"
She approximated one of the faces by sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes back. Then she straightened back up and went back to her work.
"Those clothes. They're horrible. I've seen them," she said seriously, nodding. Birds chipped nearby.
"Hey," she said quickly. "What do you think the point of this is? We're from all different places, but not from every country like an Olympics of murder. There would be more people if it was every country. And two people from Belize? Who the fuck cares that much about Belize? Do you think it's, like, some kind of racist thing? They want to see if colonist countries are genetically superior and will kill the others?"
"It does, they always have crocs or sandals on," Dominik said in response to Soraya when she turned around and spoke about the common tourist clothing. He had seen a lot of tourists and knew their style of dress. It was usually ugly.
Soraya continued working on her artwork. Dominik wondered if once everything on the island concluded people would discover the drawings and believe they were left years earlier by some ancestor. He thought that would have been quite funny.
Then Soraya gave her answer and Dominik was impressed she had found an item of clothing worse than the pairing of crocs and socks. But she had managed it with her pornography art jumper.
He nodded in agreement with her suggestion and then listened more intently as she started to question their purpose on the island. She had some good observations but sadly it did not move them any closer to understanding what was happening.
"I don't know, there being two people from Belize seems weird. But there are people from the UK here, so its probably not just a colony thing."
Soraya continued working on her artwork. Dominik wondered if once everything on the island concluded people would discover the drawings and believe they were left years earlier by some ancestor. He thought that would have been quite funny.
Then Soraya gave her answer and Dominik was impressed she had found an item of clothing worse than the pairing of crocs and socks. But she had managed it with her pornography art jumper.
He nodded in agreement with her suggestion and then listened more intently as she started to question their purpose on the island. She had some good observations but sadly it did not move them any closer to understanding what was happening.
"I don't know, there being two people from Belize seems weird. But there are people from the UK here, so its probably not just a colony thing."
Abel choked on the water when Soraya mentioned the anime porn hoodie, less out of shock that even she knew about them and more... well, nevermind, they don't gotta know. And they never would, he was just gonna keep that secret well past the grave.
"Idunno," Abel added, "I'm here so it's probably not a racism thing. If it was they knew how to pick them, I guess. Though it's interesting that we're all from B tier countries at best? Like, there was a bloke from Singapore I believe that I talked to a bit after waking up. Maybe it is some weird Murder Olympics thing but it's dumb that people are just gunning for it like this kinda shit always happens."
He tossed the remnants of the water bottle into the dark recesses of the cave. It landed without a sound.
"Idunno," Abel added, "I'm here so it's probably not a racism thing. If it was they knew how to pick them, I guess. Though it's interesting that we're all from B tier countries at best? Like, there was a bloke from Singapore I believe that I talked to a bit after waking up. Maybe it is some weird Murder Olympics thing but it's dumb that people are just gunning for it like this kinda shit always happens."
He tossed the remnants of the water bottle into the dark recesses of the cave. It landed without a sound.
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"Yeah but if it's UK people and us then it's a colonizer state -- the UK, Australia -- and then other ones. So like, they want to see what races or something are better at murder?" she said to Dominik.
Soraya picked up a pineapple with the top cut off that was near her bag and drank from it.
"I feel like if it was a Murder Olympics there should be America? America always wins those things. They cheat, you know? They always cheat, but they always win too. You know, because they cheat."
Seeing Abel throw his water bottle, Soraya held out the pineapple to him next.
"I bet Russians would DESTROY at Murder Olympics."
Soraya picked up a pineapple with the top cut off that was near her bag and drank from it.
"I feel like if it was a Murder Olympics there should be America? America always wins those things. They cheat, you know? They always cheat, but they always win too. You know, because they cheat."
Seeing Abel throw his water bottle, Soraya held out the pineapple to him next.
"I bet Russians would DESTROY at Murder Olympics."
The conversation between them continued as Abel rebranded what event they were being forced to be a part of as the Murder Olympics. It made as much sense as an idea as anything else that they had put forward as a theory. Although the lack of America and Russia was much more notable with the Murder Olympics theory.
Even with that as a theory they were no closer to understanding what the actual purpose of the whole thing was. As far as Dominik could tell they were just a selection of kids stuck on an island with instructions to kill each other. It was like that book he heard people talk about from time to time, Lord of the Flies.
Slowly Dominik rose to his feet and stretched his arms up and back out. He didn't know how long he had been sitting down in the cave for but it was starting to make him ache.
"I'm going to go for a walk outside for a bit." He announced to his companions. "Have a look around perhaps." He picked up his gun but left his bag behind as he made his way back through the cave to the mouth and out into the warm sun and fresh air. Looking around at his surroundings Dominik picked a direction at random and set off walking, disappearing into the grass and sounds of bird calls.
After a little while, and despite the lack of clouds in the sky there was a crack of thunder and everything went still.
Even with that as a theory they were no closer to understanding what the actual purpose of the whole thing was. As far as Dominik could tell they were just a selection of kids stuck on an island with instructions to kill each other. It was like that book he heard people talk about from time to time, Lord of the Flies.
Slowly Dominik rose to his feet and stretched his arms up and back out. He didn't know how long he had been sitting down in the cave for but it was starting to make him ache.
"I'm going to go for a walk outside for a bit." He announced to his companions. "Have a look around perhaps." He picked up his gun but left his bag behind as he made his way back through the cave to the mouth and out into the warm sun and fresh air. Looking around at his surroundings Dominik picked a direction at random and set off walking, disappearing into the grass and sounds of bird calls.
After a little while, and despite the lack of clouds in the sky there was a crack of thunder and everything went still.
Abel flashed his palm at Soraya and refused the pineapple, holding up his own coconut with a straw through it before taking a sip.
"Wouldn't be surprised if the yanks were behind this, actually. Maybe it's an oil thing? They love oil like we love crippling real estate costs."
Dominik left to go do, well, something. Abel took another sip from the coconut.
"Should we go check on him?"
Thunder.
He just shrugged and took another sip. "Maybe nevermind."
"Wouldn't be surprised if the yanks were behind this, actually. Maybe it's an oil thing? They love oil like we love crippling real estate costs."
Dominik left to go do, well, something. Abel took another sip from the coconut.
"Should we go check on him?"
Thunder.
He just shrugged and took another sip. "Maybe nevermind."
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Soraya moved the straw around her pineapple as she noticed Dominik get up to go look around
"Good point. Maybe it's Americans. Some of those types of people that would call everyone they encountered speaking as 'Spanish.' 'Yo, come over here Spanish girl.' Like these dumb dumbs don't know Spanish is its own kind of person from Spain. Or those people who call Spanish 'Mexican.' I guess I kind of have to laugh about it now. You have any good food dishes in Australia, by the way?"
There was a sharp noise which made Soraya grip the pineapple hard for a moment. A sharp point on the flesh of the fruit pierced the flesh of her skin. She looked out in the direction Dominik had gone.
"Pasando el tiempo, yo aquí diciendo que
Este aire me va a calmar,
esta tierra te va a curar,
si estas una isla de brujos como dice "
She put down the drink and grabbed Abel's hand. Soarya looked at the drawing on the cave and smeared a circle of blood around one of the male figures.
"Mayb'al...
Inn kinki’kot iwuk iwonojel."
Soraya released Abel. She stuck the heel of her hand in her mouth, picked up the pineapple, then took another sip of her drink.
"Yeah, I'm sure he's just looking around. If he's not back in 13 minutes we can look."
"Good point. Maybe it's Americans. Some of those types of people that would call everyone they encountered speaking as 'Spanish.' 'Yo, come over here Spanish girl.' Like these dumb dumbs don't know Spanish is its own kind of person from Spain. Or those people who call Spanish 'Mexican.' I guess I kind of have to laugh about it now. You have any good food dishes in Australia, by the way?"
There was a sharp noise which made Soraya grip the pineapple hard for a moment. A sharp point on the flesh of the fruit pierced the flesh of her skin. She looked out in the direction Dominik had gone.
"Pasando el tiempo, yo aquí diciendo que
Este aire me va a calmar,
esta tierra te va a curar,
si estas una isla de brujos como dice "
She put down the drink and grabbed Abel's hand. Soarya looked at the drawing on the cave and smeared a circle of blood around one of the male figures.
"Mayb'al...
Inn kinki’kot iwuk iwonojel."
Soraya released Abel. She stuck the heel of her hand in her mouth, picked up the pineapple, then took another sip of her drink.
"Yeah, I'm sure he's just looking around. If he's not back in 13 minutes we can look."
After about ten minutes Dominik returned, with another pineapple and coconut tucked under one arm while the other rubbed his jaw.
"I found these while I was walking," He said holding up his haul. "Also I realized that it could be the Americans or maybe the Russians."
He passed over the threshold of the cave mouth, temporarily blocking the light and casting a long-limbed shadow across the figures on the cave wall. Slowly he set down the pineapple and coconut then sat himself down.
"What were you talking about?"
"I found these while I was walking," He said holding up his haul. "Also I realized that it could be the Americans or maybe the Russians."
He passed over the threshold of the cave mouth, temporarily blocking the light and casting a long-limbed shadow across the figures on the cave wall. Slowly he set down the pineapple and coconut then sat himself down.
"What were you talking about?"
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“You, duh. We were getting worried,” Soraya replied.
“And also if this is possibly somehow tied into America’s quest for oil.”
Soraya took another sip of her drink thoughtfully.
“I kindda want to lay out on the beach. Would you guys be down to have some beach time?”
“And also if this is possibly somehow tied into America’s quest for oil.”
Soraya took another sip of her drink thoughtfully.
“I kindda want to lay out on the beach. Would you guys be down to have some beach time?”
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[Alt text: A photo of a bright pink embroidery hoop with white fabric stretched across it. The hoop is nestled into leaves that surround it. There is text on the fabric that reads: "Hey, did you feel something?" asked Soraya. It was quiet. "Supongo due no fue nada," she said. There are three small, multicolored roses at the top of the hoop above the text. Embroidered vines with flowers wind around the text. At the bottom are three larger roses with a green eyeball in the center of the largest center rose.]
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She must have imagined it. The forrest was peaceful.
"I want to tell you two stories -- since I feel like we know each other. And since I feel like they might make it easier to understand how I've felt about all of this," said Soraya.
"When I lived in Antigua, it was a really popular place for white tourists to come. It's a really pretty city, gorgeous, and it's pretty safe. It so happened that sometimes white foreigners would come and stay as their base of operation for 'humanitarian tourism' or whatever that's called. People who just want to go to another place they think is a 'third world country' so they can spend a week building a house or feeding orphans or something and then take pictures for Insta or use it in an essay for college applications or whatever. These people who don't care about us and in a week, won't learn a thing besides how to ask where the bathroom is and the names of whatever kids they posed with for the caption.
Anyway, I so happened to see one of these 'goodwill' missions or whatever taking place once. I was with my grandmother buying fabric for her embroideries and there were these people in safari hats -- even though it's not really that hot where we live -- handing out soap to some kids.
'SOAP-A. SOAP-A,' they said and handed it to them. 'SOAP-A, TAKE-O' like fucking donkeys. The kids looked at them weird and reluctantly took the bars.
So I said to my grandmother, 'Estes monos están diciendo 'soap-a' y sonido como 'sopa.' Ojala que nadie los lleve a casa y los hierva e intente comer sopa de jabón.'
See, SOAP-A sounds exactly like "sopa" which means "soup" in Spanish. I was afraid someone might try to boil these fucking soaps at home and try to eat them.
So I went up to one fat guy and I said, "Hey, sir. That's not how you say "soap." "Soap" is "jabón."
Well, he brushed me off. He just said, 'Sure, whatever.' and he handed the next person a bar of soap saying 'JAMON, SOAP-A.' Which means 'Ham soup.'
I kicked over his bucket and then I ran to hide in the back of a store that sells capiruchos."
"I want to tell you two stories -- since I feel like we know each other. And since I feel like they might make it easier to understand how I've felt about all of this," said Soraya.
"When I lived in Antigua, it was a really popular place for white tourists to come. It's a really pretty city, gorgeous, and it's pretty safe. It so happened that sometimes white foreigners would come and stay as their base of operation for 'humanitarian tourism' or whatever that's called. People who just want to go to another place they think is a 'third world country' so they can spend a week building a house or feeding orphans or something and then take pictures for Insta or use it in an essay for college applications or whatever. These people who don't care about us and in a week, won't learn a thing besides how to ask where the bathroom is and the names of whatever kids they posed with for the caption.
Anyway, I so happened to see one of these 'goodwill' missions or whatever taking place once. I was with my grandmother buying fabric for her embroideries and there were these people in safari hats -- even though it's not really that hot where we live -- handing out soap to some kids.
'SOAP-A. SOAP-A,' they said and handed it to them. 'SOAP-A, TAKE-O' like fucking donkeys. The kids looked at them weird and reluctantly took the bars.
So I said to my grandmother, 'Estes monos están diciendo 'soap-a' y sonido como 'sopa.' Ojala que nadie los lleve a casa y los hierva e intente comer sopa de jabón.'
See, SOAP-A sounds exactly like "sopa" which means "soup" in Spanish. I was afraid someone might try to boil these fucking soaps at home and try to eat them.
So I went up to one fat guy and I said, "Hey, sir. That's not how you say "soap." "Soap" is "jabón."
Well, he brushed me off. He just said, 'Sure, whatever.' and he handed the next person a bar of soap saying 'JAMON, SOAP-A.' Which means 'Ham soup.'
I kicked over his bucket and then I ran to hide in the back of a store that sells capiruchos."
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"...Sorry, you all say something? I was spacin' out a bit."
Abel shook his head, raised his coconut at Dominik with a head nod and took another sip.
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"...Sorry, you all say something? I was spacin' out a bit."
Abel shook his head, raised his coconut at Dominik with a head nod and took another sip.