[PRP1: Madelyn Conner Start]
Madelyn felt like she was floating. Well, rocking. She kept her eyes closed as the sun decided to make it's presence known. It was only when she went to turn she went to turn away from the sun she realized something was wrong. Because she slid a few inches, and she started into the day. She looked down and saw she was laying on a capsized boat. What am I doing here? she thought. She saw a dock near her, and a bag in the middle. She needed to get off the boat.
She stood up, walk to the dock, and jumped. She made it without falling in the water. She stood up and looked at the boat and saw it was a yacht of some kind. It was white with varying shades of blue lines, and Express was the only word that made it out of the water. She decided to get a 360º look of where she was. She saw a small cruise ship behind her, a hotel a ways away, and the beach.
Looking down at the bag the assembly came blasting back. At first from the speakers when she was told what was happening to seeing her classmates, and oddly, other kids she didn't recognize. She stalled at the realization. All the deaths, torture, drama she watched over the years came back to her. She summed up her thoughts to the world in a whisper,
"Oh. Fuck." Then she dropped on her knees to open the bag. Madelyn Conner was in triathlon mode. Heart racing, adrenaline pumping, but with a lot more fear. This was SotF: TV, and she didn't have the privilege to panic, cry, beg, or deny.
Opening it she saw her rations: one package of beef jerky, three Granola bars (Cliff Bars to be exact. She ate them regularly before), two loaves of wonderbread, two packages of saltines, four bottles of bottled water, and one can of Coca-Cola. Pushing it aside she found her weapon. A twelve pack of fucking glow sticks. She raised an eyebrow and said,
"Huh." She put them back in and found her bandanna. It was purple with a darker purple line running through it. She was about to put it in her pocket when she remembered the consequences of not wearing it, so she tied it around her wrist. She stood up and took her jacket off (it would make her sweat more, and restrict her movements), and put it in her bag. Then she zipped it up, picked it up, and took one last look around.
Rock the Boat Baby
Madelyn Conner Wakes. Hilarity ensues.
Rock the Boat Baby
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(Start, Mikaela Warner.)
She couldn't even cry any more. The realisation of what was to happen, the sheer terror of it all, had already wrung every last tear out of her. A sort of leaden weight had settled in her stomach not long after she woke up, not so much blind panic as a constant sense of overwhelming dread. Nothing had made it go away, or even be less obvious, it just sat there. This wasn't some party, where the worst that'd happen was someone'd look like an idiot and be humiliated for a while. It was SOTF-TV, the shadow over every highschooler's life, what seemed to be one of the only things anyone was interested in any more.
And she'd been picked. Sixty-six people, including herself, had gone to the island, and most of them were going to die for the entertainment of the masses. Many would meet their ends in horrifying, inhumane ways. One of that number might well even be her. The fact she'd spent the entire briefing paralysed with fear probably served as proof she was still sane. Everything she'd worked for, everything she was, was about to be for naught, as she was turned into just another statistic. A victim of the American people's endless thirst for blood.
...Bollocks to that. She'd been moving almost from the moment she woke up, pausing only to check her supplies. The red bandanna was now tied round her forehead, and one of the supplied shuriken rested idly in one hand. She'd ignored the extra clothing for now, especially the absurd schoolgirl uniform she'd found in the pack. Like hell she'd go through all this only to be reduced to something for the audience to ogle at.
Something'd have to be done about that, of course. First order of business was finding somewhere safe to gather herself, then she could think up a plan; the stretch of beach she'd woken up on was too open for her tastes. The hotel she eventually passed by looked tempting, but with no way to know who'd taken up residence inside she wasn't about to risk it just yet, and so she'd kept walking. It was a long walk under the rather hot sun, and it wasn't long before sweat started to make itself known and she started to ponder switching out of her blouse for one of the supplied tanktops, but she kept on going. She'd run further distances than this without tiring herself out, and Texas wasn't exactly the Arctic.
When she stopped, it wasn't heat or fatigue that did it. A large, wooden dock made its presence known ahead, and as she approached she saw she wasn't alone. Another, taller woman, with a purple bandanna round her wrist, was stood at the end, near the boats. The other woman didn't seem to notice Mikaela as she drew closer, but it didn't take too long to recognise her.
Luckily, it was a friendly face. Of course, how couldn't it be? It was Madelyn "Maddy" Connor; sure, there'd been that bit of awkwardness at first when Maddy started dating Jake, but that didn't cancel everything else out, did it? They'd still done runs together and everything. If that friendship had ever been cut short, Mikaela certainly didn't get the memo, and just seeing her classmate made her relax. Maybe things would be okay, at least for the moment.
"Maddy?" Despite her optimism, she stopped after a couple more cautious steps, looking round to see if anyone else was there. The shuriken remained where it was, just in case. What had she heard about how to throw those things? All in the wrist...
She couldn't even cry any more. The realisation of what was to happen, the sheer terror of it all, had already wrung every last tear out of her. A sort of leaden weight had settled in her stomach not long after she woke up, not so much blind panic as a constant sense of overwhelming dread. Nothing had made it go away, or even be less obvious, it just sat there. This wasn't some party, where the worst that'd happen was someone'd look like an idiot and be humiliated for a while. It was SOTF-TV, the shadow over every highschooler's life, what seemed to be one of the only things anyone was interested in any more.
And she'd been picked. Sixty-six people, including herself, had gone to the island, and most of them were going to die for the entertainment of the masses. Many would meet their ends in horrifying, inhumane ways. One of that number might well even be her. The fact she'd spent the entire briefing paralysed with fear probably served as proof she was still sane. Everything she'd worked for, everything she was, was about to be for naught, as she was turned into just another statistic. A victim of the American people's endless thirst for blood.
...Bollocks to that. She'd been moving almost from the moment she woke up, pausing only to check her supplies. The red bandanna was now tied round her forehead, and one of the supplied shuriken rested idly in one hand. She'd ignored the extra clothing for now, especially the absurd schoolgirl uniform she'd found in the pack. Like hell she'd go through all this only to be reduced to something for the audience to ogle at.
Something'd have to be done about that, of course. First order of business was finding somewhere safe to gather herself, then she could think up a plan; the stretch of beach she'd woken up on was too open for her tastes. The hotel she eventually passed by looked tempting, but with no way to know who'd taken up residence inside she wasn't about to risk it just yet, and so she'd kept walking. It was a long walk under the rather hot sun, and it wasn't long before sweat started to make itself known and she started to ponder switching out of her blouse for one of the supplied tanktops, but she kept on going. She'd run further distances than this without tiring herself out, and Texas wasn't exactly the Arctic.
When she stopped, it wasn't heat or fatigue that did it. A large, wooden dock made its presence known ahead, and as she approached she saw she wasn't alone. Another, taller woman, with a purple bandanna round her wrist, was stood at the end, near the boats. The other woman didn't seem to notice Mikaela as she drew closer, but it didn't take too long to recognise her.
Luckily, it was a friendly face. Of course, how couldn't it be? It was Madelyn "Maddy" Connor; sure, there'd been that bit of awkwardness at first when Maddy started dating Jake, but that didn't cancel everything else out, did it? They'd still done runs together and everything. If that friendship had ever been cut short, Mikaela certainly didn't get the memo, and just seeing her classmate made her relax. Maybe things would be okay, at least for the moment.
"Maddy?" Despite her optimism, she stopped after a couple more cautious steps, looking round to see if anyone else was there. The shuriken remained where it was, just in case. What had she heard about how to throw those things? All in the wrist...
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Madelyn gave a start when Mikaela called out to her. Turning around to see Mikaela wearing a red bandanna on her head and throwing star in her hand unnerved Madelyn at first, but than she realized she struck luck and had found a friend. Well, been found by friend.
Correction: a (hopefully) none hostel friend. Many kids were killed by running to their friends only to be killed by them, but Mikaela was different. Right. Right? Madelyn ignored her doubts about her friend and smiled,
"You freaked me out for a second," she sighed in confidence. "so how are you doing?" Madelyn checked her pocket while Mikaela talked. Listening while searching, and found a hair band. She took it out, and put her hair in a pony tail. It was likely she would have to get in a physical fight, and having your hair flying all over would give someone something to grab onto. She learned that the hard way when Stan Erikson did so in the fourth grade.
When she was done doing that, and Mikaela was finished speaking Madelyn took her bag off, got the map from ther and opened it,
"I don't want to sound like a bitch, but I think we need to move." She looked at the cruise ship at the end of the dock, and whether or not it would be safe in there. She didn't want to risk her life on it, but it was the closest place besides the hotel. Looking back at Mikaela with the map opened she asked,
"Where do you want to go?"
Correction: a (hopefully) none hostel friend. Many kids were killed by running to their friends only to be killed by them, but Mikaela was different. Right. Right? Madelyn ignored her doubts about her friend and smiled,
"You freaked me out for a second," she sighed in confidence. "so how are you doing?" Madelyn checked her pocket while Mikaela talked. Listening while searching, and found a hair band. She took it out, and put her hair in a pony tail. It was likely she would have to get in a physical fight, and having your hair flying all over would give someone something to grab onto. She learned that the hard way when Stan Erikson did so in the fourth grade.
When she was done doing that, and Mikaela was finished speaking Madelyn took her bag off, got the map from ther and opened it,
"I don't want to sound like a bitch, but I think we need to move." She looked at the cruise ship at the end of the dock, and whether or not it would be safe in there. She didn't want to risk her life on it, but it was the closest place besides the hotel. Looking back at Mikaela with the map opened she asked,
"Where do you want to go?"
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(Short, sorry. Tired. Might sleep soon.)
Honestly, Mikaela was relieved enough she could have run over and hugged the other woman, but she restrained herself. Maddy didn't seem to be in much mood for something like that. Instead, Mikaela returned the smile and nodded slightly. How was she doing? Now wasn't that a question in a half... where did she even start on a question like that? Was anyone dumped on a death island going to be all "oh, I'm just dandy, cheerio! Have a spot of tea?"
She somehow doubted it, but with her friend's lack of threat assured she felt confident enough to put the shuriken away. Had she really been considering throwing it at Maddy? That was crazy talk. "I suppose I'm doing as well as can be expected," she said after a moment, shrugging slightly. "This isn't exactly Disneyworld, after all. You? You're the first person I've seen since I got up."
And wasn't that convenient. No matter, she wasn't exactly going to complain. At least having a friend along made all this a bit more bearable. Maddy didn't respond initially, however, instead digging out a map, and the shorter woman came over to have a look. Maddy had a point, they couldn't just stand on the docks. Now where to go...?
"Well, the obvious first guess would be that ship," Mikaela offered, nodding to the cruise ship in question. "I'm not so sure, though. It's the closest shelter, yeah, but if anything happens there we have nowhere to go. I don't like that." A few more seconds with the map, lips pursed. If she picked a bad place, it could get them both killed. Or worse; she'd heard tales of the fates that had awaited some of the game's female contestants. "Any thoughts on that hotel? I passed by it earlier, and it looked big enough to stay reasonably safe. Easier to find a way out, too."
She'd wait for her friend's opinion on the matter, of course. Still, seemed better than being trapped on a boat, especially with danger zones how they were.
Honestly, Mikaela was relieved enough she could have run over and hugged the other woman, but she restrained herself. Maddy didn't seem to be in much mood for something like that. Instead, Mikaela returned the smile and nodded slightly. How was she doing? Now wasn't that a question in a half... where did she even start on a question like that? Was anyone dumped on a death island going to be all "oh, I'm just dandy, cheerio! Have a spot of tea?"
She somehow doubted it, but with her friend's lack of threat assured she felt confident enough to put the shuriken away. Had she really been considering throwing it at Maddy? That was crazy talk. "I suppose I'm doing as well as can be expected," she said after a moment, shrugging slightly. "This isn't exactly Disneyworld, after all. You? You're the first person I've seen since I got up."
And wasn't that convenient. No matter, she wasn't exactly going to complain. At least having a friend along made all this a bit more bearable. Maddy didn't respond initially, however, instead digging out a map, and the shorter woman came over to have a look. Maddy had a point, they couldn't just stand on the docks. Now where to go...?
"Well, the obvious first guess would be that ship," Mikaela offered, nodding to the cruise ship in question. "I'm not so sure, though. It's the closest shelter, yeah, but if anything happens there we have nowhere to go. I don't like that." A few more seconds with the map, lips pursed. If she picked a bad place, it could get them both killed. Or worse; she'd heard tales of the fates that had awaited some of the game's female contestants. "Any thoughts on that hotel? I passed by it earlier, and it looked big enough to stay reasonably safe. Easier to find a way out, too."
She'd wait for her friend's opinion on the matter, of course. Still, seemed better than being trapped on a boat, especially with danger zones how they were.
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The hotel was a pretty good idea. Plenty of rooms to stay in, multiple means of escape, and the chance to find supplies (food, potential weapons, etc..). Nodding, Madelyn closed the map and put it in her bag,
"The Hotel it is. Oh, and you should know." She got her weapon and showed it to Mikaela. "This is my weapon." She giggled and opened the bag. She took two glow sticks from the bag, they were a good two inches bigger then her finger and only a bit thicker. She stuck them in her pocket and looked at her friend.
We might encounter other kids who are planning to wipe out everyone else, and that throwing star is the best we have. She didn't need to tell Mikaela that, she was a smart girl. So Madelyn zipped up the bag with the rest of the glow sticks, put the bag on her shoulder, and offered a plan.
"I don't think we should go in the front door. It's obvious and if someone's there we could walk into a trap." She took a long breath to stall while she finished thinking.
"So we'll find a back door or an employ entrance to throw them off. An open window at worse, but breaking one will attract attention." Too many seasons she'd seen kids just waltz into a building to be killed by someone who was already there. The back door and open window idea usually worked.
"The Hotel it is. Oh, and you should know." She got her weapon and showed it to Mikaela. "This is my weapon." She giggled and opened the bag. She took two glow sticks from the bag, they were a good two inches bigger then her finger and only a bit thicker. She stuck them in her pocket and looked at her friend.
We might encounter other kids who are planning to wipe out everyone else, and that throwing star is the best we have. She didn't need to tell Mikaela that, she was a smart girl. So Madelyn zipped up the bag with the rest of the glow sticks, put the bag on her shoulder, and offered a plan.
"I don't think we should go in the front door. It's obvious and if someone's there we could walk into a trap." She took a long breath to stall while she finished thinking.
"So we'll find a back door or an employ entrance to throw them off. An open window at worse, but breaking one will attract attention." Too many seasons she'd seen kids just waltz into a building to be killed by someone who was already there. The back door and open window idea usually worked.
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(No idea what to write, sorry. X_X)
"Sounds good to me." Mikaela offered a quick nod; while most of her knowledge of SOTF-TV came from people like Maddy providing exposition, she knew a bad plan when she saw one, and waltzing in through the front door of a place undoubtedly going to be used as shelter by most who come across it struck her as being on the wrong side of sensible. She sure as hell wasn't going to just run in without looking, especially with Maddy in tow. Risking herself was one thing, risking a friend? Screw that noise.
Yeah, no pressure. Not like you're standing right next to someone the entire country wants you to murder in cold blood...
"You saw my weapons," she noted, wryly. Bloody things'd be useless except maybe as a distraction. "The place is huge, though; finding a way in should be easy. I can go whenever you're ready, then."
"Sounds good to me." Mikaela offered a quick nod; while most of her knowledge of SOTF-TV came from people like Maddy providing exposition, she knew a bad plan when she saw one, and waltzing in through the front door of a place undoubtedly going to be used as shelter by most who come across it struck her as being on the wrong side of sensible. She sure as hell wasn't going to just run in without looking, especially with Maddy in tow. Risking herself was one thing, risking a friend? Screw that noise.
Yeah, no pressure. Not like you're standing right next to someone the entire country wants you to murder in cold blood...
"You saw my weapons," she noted, wryly. Bloody things'd be useless except maybe as a distraction. "The place is huge, though; finding a way in should be easy. I can go whenever you're ready, then."
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((Short post is short, and GM'ing approved by Slayer))
When Mikaela agreed with Madelyn's plan Madelyn nodded with her. Okay then. Time to GTFO as the old saying goes. After Mikaela was finished speaking Madelyn started walking,
"Well, let's go then." and made her way of the docks with Mikaela by her side. They passed a camera which had saw it all through a glass eye, and showed it to an audience around the world.
((Madelyn Conner and Mikaela Warner continued in Hotel California))
((Thread Closed))
When Mikaela agreed with Madelyn's plan Madelyn nodded with her. Okay then. Time to GTFO as the old saying goes. After Mikaela was finished speaking Madelyn started walking,
"Well, let's go then." and made her way of the docks with Mikaela by her side. They passed a camera which had saw it all through a glass eye, and showed it to an audience around the world.
((Madelyn Conner and Mikaela Warner continued in Hotel California))
((Thread Closed))
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