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Pretty Handsome Awkward
((Bleh, I'm back now! Sorry for the hold up.))

Nick stared at the black walls of his eye lids. Even if he was tired, he wasn't sure he could sleep. In the darkness of his mind he couldn't help but go over what had happened. It was the game, he told himself. But it was the slipperiest of slopes to try and play. Once you made the decision that you were determined to try to get home, it was all or nothing. You were a killer and people would come for you. Good people would come to exact revenge. Bad people would come to take out a threat. Though good and bad seemed neither here nor there at the moment. The island took normal morality and spun it like a top, round and round until good and bad blurred together and became inseparable in the confusion of the frenzied whirling.

And it would never stop until the end.

His fingers brushed against the fabric of his shirt. Nice and clean. No blood, nothing to hint at what he'd done. No, it wasn't what he'd done. It was what he was made to do. This wasn't his fault. All he could do was repeat that like a mantra, droning into his head on a loop until it was a sick, faded lullaby.

Suddenly he felt like he could sleep. Uncertainty and fear had prickled at the edges of his thoughts, but that monotonous repetition that he wasn't to blame threw a momentary calm over him. It only took that one moment for him to fall. He fell asleep.









Soft tapping edged into his mind after some time had passed. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Gracie pacing around. He hefted his large frame up into a seated position and looked down at the dusty floor boards. He blew a little stream of air and the saw dust scattered. Pacing.....he supposed it meant she was anxious. But why she was anxious, he had no idea. Well, the obvious threat of death at any time aside. He didn't think that was it, though. Strangely, he wasn't anxious over that. What made him the most uncomfortable was not knowing. There was no plan. There was no direction. Without something to hold onto he felt nervous.

But he was sure that could be fixed.

((Nick LeMonde continued in Aching Chest and Blurry Sight ))




The Man Your Man Could Smell Like
((Thanks bunches, Holly!))

Isabel walked over to the musty looking old couch in the room and flopped down, landing with a satisfying "thump" and bouncing just slightly on first impact before settling down again. She closed her eyes and covered them with her left arm. Her sleeve pulled up a little, revealing a few faded, sharpied letters on her arm.

She was still tired and not all the way back up to %100 just yet. But again she couldn't suppress something of a little laugh when Annaliese made her view on raisins known.

I must be tired because that actually makes sense to me.

"I've never thought of it like that before," she said, eyes still closed.

Ray wanted to go to the supermarket and find a shirt. Well, Isabel didn't even have any of her own clothes left. Most of her stuff got left back at the swamp.

"Check up the bedroom maybe. There might be something someone left behind," she said, trying to be helpful.

It was almost surreal. They were all going to go to the market to pick up groceries. Get some dorritos, pick up a frozen pizza, maybe some cokes.

She moved her arm a little bit and opened one eye to look at the girls. These were the sort of people she could have seen herself being friends with if only she'd actually gone out and tried to make friends at school. Isabel certainly got along with them easier than the other group, even if she was silent most of the time.

What did that mean, though? She'd built a bond between the others that was held together with trust and forged through hardships. She could bet everything that Dave and Helen wouldn't try to slit her throat in her sleep. And it would be so terribly hypocritical for her to drop them for new people. Didn't she know what it felt like to be dropped for someone easier and better?

Maybe she could look for them with this group. Become one huge group. She closed her eyes again and rolled onto her side.

"Grocery store. Sounds like a plan," she said to no one in particular.

Super Mario Bros Mafia: Game Thread
Vote: Rocky

Because I don't eat breakfast and do not fear his threat.

Away
Bleh, caught the very last train out of Stockholm Central til morning so I am back. Will start with postings again tomorrow and stuff.

And I'm totally not leaving the continent next week. No. Not at all.

>_>

<_<

I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Super Mario Bros Mafia: Sign-ups
Role recieved, Mr. Inky

The Man Your Man Could Smell Like
((Quick post before I leave. She's Holly's after this 'til I get back!))

Isabel looked down at her shoes. He didn't believe her, but why should he? Wouldn't she think just like he did if some chick who just woke up from being passed out started telling her that there was someone coming? And to be quite honest, she didn't even know for sure that anyone was coming at all. But their message must have gotten through undetected, or else there'd have been an announcement to hunt her down like they had for Liz. And there had to be someone out there watching who'd recognize morse code. She was still faint, but she hoped beyond hopes that she had been right when she said there was rescue.

"You don't believe me," she said quietly. "That's understandable. You just have to....trust me that I'm right. Which I know is asking a lot since you just met me and all."

Isabel briefly thought about the letters still hidden under her shirt. She couldn't tell them what she'd done. These seemed like nice people and if they knew, they'd be in danger. She couldn't do that to them.

He apologized and she waved it away. "No, no, it's fine. You were just trying to be nice. It's not a big deal."

Isabel noticed that he kept fussing with his hair. Her bag had been brought in as well, she noticed, and she dug inside for the bag of toiletries. Inside were three scrunchies. As she pulled out the brown one for him she heard him compliment her. There was a quick spike of panic, but it only lasted a few seconds, leading into a slight blush.

"Well thanks," she said happily as she handed over the hair tie. "You uh, you aren't bad either," she returned awkwardly.

Isabel stood and walked a few steps until she could see Annaliese again. She was staring out at the yard. Isabel leaned against the door frame and smiled a little.

I Was a Teenage Hand Model
Autumn stood up and stretched after dislodging the door from the boat. Just as her limbs were pleasantly extending and relaxing she heard a voice from behind. Autumn turned to see a girl, Maddy. It also didn't take long for her to realize that this particular girl had a gun. Well, it seemed only fair that they should be on even ground.

Autumn took Nik's colt out of her skirt waist band and turned to face Maddy, now both girls with guns. She sighed and looked the girl over.

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked.

She wanted to know what was her deal with the piece of boat she just ripped off. Autumn nodded in the direction of the beach towards the still corpse of a girl on the sand.

"Funeral," she said simply.

Away
Hey guys. Sooooo

I have two ten page papers due by the end of the week and I really need to get on that so I probably won't be able to post very much.

As soon as I turn those papers in I'm heading to London on the 19th and I don't think I'll have time to get on while I'm there, so really really sorry! Go ahead and skip me. I get back from Scotland late on the 28th so by the 29th I should be back in full force!

Again, super sorry.

EDIT: Miss Holly's taking over for Isabel while I'm gone since she's in a fairly active thread. If need be, Stark can drag and drop Mary-Ann wherever.

Feral Intelligence
"Oh god," Mary-Ann couldn't watch this. She turned away as R.J. brought down the blade to meet Kris' head and squeezed her eyes shut. Everything was so quiet in that moment. Quiet until, to her surprise, she heard Kris shouting.

Mary-Ann looked up and let out the breath she'd been holding in. R.J. hadn't killed her. The girl was holding that item she'd seen earlier above her head like it was a magic shield or something. And it may as well have been too, as she announced that it was actually the detonator to a whole lot of explosives in her bag, not too far away. Mary-Ann scanned the scene, sure enough, there lay the bag. So harmless looking, just an ordinary bag, but if Kris was telling the truth it could end them all in the wink of an eye.

R.J. sighed and walked back to her.

Good. He's coming back. We can walk away and it can be like we never saw Kris. We can-

And before she could finish thinking she felt his hands on her cheeks on his lips firm on hers. She trembled a little in surprise. Her first kiss.

He was so warm. After the first few seconds of shock fizzled away she was enveloped in his warmth. Mary-Ann tilted her head just slightly to the right and pushed back against him. Her heart was ringing in her ears and her stomach was in her throat but it felt like......like they could be safe and happy together in that moment forever. Their kiss could pierce through death and survive as one perfect moment, crystallized in the privacy of their hearts.

And though that one moment may be everlasting, R.J. and Mary-Ann are finite. R.J. pulled away from her and a tear rolled down his face.

No.

"R.J...."

He took a step away from her, back towards Kris. He mouthed one word to her, very clearly, very slowly. He wanted her to go.

"R.J......You promised. You promised me that you'd never leave me again. You promised!" she nearly shouted. Mary-Ann could feel her own eyes start to well up in tears.

"You did. You told me you'd never leave. I'm not ready for you to leave. I'll never be ready." And now she was crying too.

"Stay."

The Man Your Man Could Smell Like
Isabel shook her head and looked down at the floor with her teeth and fists clenched.

"No. If I had known, if someone had come up to me and told me that she'd be the cause of five innocent deaths, I would have done it. One life to save several. It's a no brainer. Sometimes you have to do what you think is right even if people would hate you for it, you know? And..... sometimes the right thing is face stabbing."

She startled herself a little at that. Though perhaps Annaliese would have agreed with that sentiment seeing as she was the one gearing up for the zomb-pocalypse, but she wasn't talking to her. She was talking to Ray, and Ray seemed to be maybe a better person than she was.

"Or maybe you're right and I need to take the intensity down a little," she said. She didn't mean it but it seemed prudent to try and at least seem as normal as possible now that these people saved her from being found by God knows who outside.

"I hope your right, Ray. I hope they're okay. I hope the make it long enough to get out of here."

She looked up suddenly at Ray.

"We're going to be rescued. You don't have to kill anyone. You just have to wait it out. I don't blame people who killed, they had no way to know, but I want you to know. I know it sounds crazy and stupid but you've got to believe me."

Ray reached out and gently put a hand on her shoulder and she twitched like she'd been electrocuted. She sheepishly scooted away from the hand.

"Sorry, I uhhh..... have a thing. I've got a phobia of touching. As you can imagine, I'm a hit with the boys."

I Was a Teenage Hand Model
((Autumn O'Leary continued from Take Back the Fear ))

Autumn had been walking on her own for quite sometime. She'd left the "fun fair" as it was labeled on the map (not very fun from her perspective) and had set off wandering around. She'd just set off in one direction for the sake of not staying in the same place. Every once in a while she'd heard a gun shot or a scream but she wasn't swayed from her straight path to no where. Autumn didn't spend her energy needlessly, keeping a nice steady pace. She had more than enough food and water after taking the rations from three bags back at the fair. So she carried on at a leisurely pace, ate when she felt hungry, drank when she felt thirsty and didn't endanger herself by rushing off to involve herself in one of the many disputes she'd heard between her classmates.

If they want to kill each other, it's none of my business.


It was sunset when Autumn reached the key. She avoided most of the mucky swamp by sticking closer to the coast line while not going right in the middle of the beach. It would be a move of idiocy to just stroll along the beach with no cover.

Day 7. She was unhurt, well fed, well hydrated, and armed to the teeth. And all of it all on her own. She was doing just fine all by herself. All that was missing from the winning equation was sleep. She'd tried to sleep but it was rough going jolting awake to every twig snap. Autumn had Nik's gun on hand always, ready to take down anyone who decided they wanted to involve her in their hunting games.

Over the past days she'd heard the announcements. By her estimations about half the class was gone and dead. She couldn't quite figure it out. She somehow outlasted half the class just walking around and eating bread. Oh, and of course some girl had done something to her collar. Good for her, she supposed. But just as quickly she'd been denounced and had the whole island gunning for her. Oh well, those were the brakes.

The most annoying thing was that it felt like she was drifting along with no purpose or direction. She didn't like not having a goal. Other than the obvious goal of "don't die."

When she reached the edge of the beach there seemed to be a boat a little way away. Autumn walked up to it. It was a wreck. An idea struck her. She climbed up to the rickety boat and grabbed one of the old doors leading down into the boat from the cock pit. After a few pulls the door came off. It wasn't hard, the boat was falling apart as is. She threw the wood down to the sand and hopped off the boat after it.



The Man Your Man Could Smell Like
Isabel took the water and took a sip. However she was so thirsty that sip turned into a gulp and another gulp before she tore the bottle away from herself, panting. Her composure was briefly lost to desperation.

"Sorry," she said passing it back.

Isabel looked over at Annaliese as she left again. Another smile.

"She seems like a good girl. And hey, I'm not going to knock anyone for being too cautious."

Isabel looked between the pair. They weren't anything like the people she had just left, but she liked them. She felt a little bit bad for intruding on the duo. She also had to admit that she had been incredibly lucky that they were the ones to find her. Especially with the letters in her shirt.

Ray started talking about his time on the island. Isabel leaned forward with her chin resting in her hand.

"Really? Gassed and thrown on an island you say? Well that must have been just awful," she said with a spark of good natured sarcasm.

She listened as he recapped over his week spent on the island. It surprised her to know that he and Annaliese hadn't been together that long. She thought for sure they'd been like she and Dave had been.

"Sounds pretty rough. Bobby Barron, Neill Robertson," she repeated trying to see if the names sounded familiar.

"No, sorry. I haven't encountered really very many people at all actually. We were really lucky until yesterday. I woke up in the mirror house with these two guys, Roland and Dave. Dave and I split when there was a..... misunderstanding and we ran through the forest until we found a cheerleader and the three of us fell asleep in some bushes. Then we all walked around for a while until we got to the greens and met errmm.....Helen Wilson and Winnie and we slept. Then the whole group went to the river and that's where we found Liz Polanski right after she melted her collar," she explained.

"We didn't know what she did, just that she was hurt so we helped her but right after we saved her life, Danya came on the announcements and told us what she did and that we'd die if we stayed with her so we split. Personally, I think it was a stupid plan and she executed it poorly and because of her five people are dead and I had I known she cared so little about killing random people I would have considered stabbing her then and there," she said, her voice rising. She took a deep breath and calmed, starting again.

"But there's nothing to be done about that now," she said with a sigh. This next part would be tricky. No doubt the terrorists were listening to what she had to say about the station. "We got to a ranger station with a dead boy out front and we stayed there for a while until it became a danger zone and ran to the swamp. We were sitting around and trying to help this girl who we found, she'd been badly messed up, when Raidon started shooting at us. We all ran and I lost my group," she finished.


"One of the people I was with, Roland, he pretended to be hurt to draw the shooter away so we could have time to escape. He told me to look after the rest of the group but I got lost and I tried to find them but I ended up unconscious on your lawn, right?" she said biting her lip. "It's so weird being without Dave. We were together every minute from when we woke up until I lost sight of him. I'm really bad at this," she said, her voice cracking. "I couldn't even stay with them to make sure they would be okay. I dunno, I didn't use to really get attached too much to people back home but I guess they really got under my skin. And of course I screwed it up and now they could be...." She leaned forward and covered her eyes with a groan.




Mud splashed around her feet and overflowed into her socks and shoes making a disgusting squishing when she stomped through the soggy swamp. They were running away from Raidon who had opened fire on their group. To her left she saw Kitty keeping pace and Roland to her right with his sword at the ready. Suddenly her foot was caught in a gnarled tree root under the mud and she fell forward with her right knee and both arms plunging straight into the muck.

Oh god. I’m THAT girl. The one who falls!

A hand was at her arm in an instant and pulled her up from the mud. It was Roland.

“You, you stopped for me,“ she mumbled in disbelief. He hadn’t seemed to hear her.

"Isabel, we can't get far with them after us like this."

A gunshot rang through the air, close by. Roland's head snapped back and Isabel flinched at the sound. He turned back to her.

"Scatter, try to meet up somewhere later. I'm the only one with a weapon, I'll take off, distract them for awhile. Find the others, make sure they're okay. I know you'll do just fine."

Her eyebrows came up and her mouth parted slightly for a moment before setting firm.

“No. I’m not going to leave you. The other’s can scatter and get somewhere safe and I’ll stay with you and we can-“

“Don’t be stupid, Isabel. Get out of here. You’re gonna fucking die if you stay here. I’ve got this covered. Just go. Keep them safe. I’ll meet up with you all later,” he said sternly.

Her eyes became misty and she closed them, nodding her head curtly.

Isabel ran a few paces forward and then stopped and turned to look back at Roland one last time.

Roland motioned frantically for her to run.

“I’m on your team. Now and always,” she called out. Isabel turned quickly and sprinted away.


The Man Your Man Could Smell Like
"Rage carrier?" Isabel asked. Her mouth pulled up into a half smile. It'd been a long while since she'd smiled. "Like from 28 Days Later? Like one of those really fast zombies? I wish. Then I'd just win this stupid game by messing up whoever I found with my rage-y zombie powers."

Isabel sighed deeply. "No, I'm afraid not."

Even when the girl went back to stand guard, there was still the hint of a smile left over in Isabel's face. It dropped when Ray offered her the bread and water.

"No, I really couldn't," she said looking sideways at the food. "It's your food. You probably don't have much of it left. And you've done so much already. I'd.....well, I'd feel bad. It's my own fault that I ate my food," she said.

"Also my own fault that I gave the last of my food to Liz Polanski but what are you gonna do?" she grumbled.

Isabel looked hesitantly at the food. She couldn't deny she'd never been more hungry in her whole life than she was now. Slowly she took it from him, glancing up at him every so often as if asking if it was really okay. She ripped the bread in half and gave the slightly larger half back. Isabel nibbled on the edge of the piece of bread.

"So....Annaliese and Ray," she said checking to see she had the names down, "how'd you end up here?"

The Man Your Man Could Smell Like
I wanted to be with you alone! And talk about the weather. But traditions I can trace against the child in your face-

Isabel rolled over as her alarm went off. She blinked as the streams of light creeping in through the blinds hit her eyes. Squinting, she looked over at the ihome/ alarm clock. The digital numbers blinked 7:30.

"Oh crap!"

She rolled over and hit the floor in a bundle of blankets.

You keep your distance with a system of touch~

Isabel ran into her closet and pulled out an old white button down of her dad's and a black and white mini skirt, stripping her pjs at lightening speed. She pulled her messy hair up into a pony tail after brushing her teeth and grabbing her ipod out of the charging dock and ran to the front door.

"Excuse you!"

She whipped around to see her mother holding a pair of sandals in her hand.

"Mom I really don't have time-"

"Do shoes belong in the living room?!"

Isabel stared at her. Ah the "Where do the shoes belong?" game.

"Nope. You win!" Isabel quipped and ran out the door. She'd catch hell for that when she got home. Oh well.

Isabel walked to school bobbing her head to the song that had woken her up. She was actually about ten minutes early. Maybe she could have taken a shower after all.

The school was bustling. As she walked the tennis team came by, a boy with glasses looked extremely annoyed as a very busty blonde chatted away. They must have just had morning practice, she thought as she made her way to her locker. Isabel spun the dial left and right. At the last second her hand slipped and she passed the right number. Some kind of commotion had distracted her.

Behind her Phil Ward was being scolded while Jimmy Brennan held what looked like an injured eye. Isabel turned back to the lock. Next to her there were two girls talking. The shorter one brushed back the hair of the tall girl covered in scars.

Isabel pulled out her books and closed the locker. She walked over to a small table where a boy looked to be having difficulty getting the straw into a Capri Sun juice drink.

"Come on, Remi, focus," he mumbled

She smiled a bit to herself and zipped her bag. When she looked up she noticed that on the other side of the bench was Simon Fletcher, reading.

"Hey! Simon!" she called.

It took him a moment to figure out who'd called his name but when he saw Isabel he smiled and waved.

"Are you going to the cooking club at lunch?" she asked.

"I dunno. Maybe. Are you?"

"We'll if you do I might. Oh man, I've got to go. I'll see you later."

She slung her bag over her shoulder and waved goodbye. Up ahead she could see a blonde girl about her hight handing out flyers for something. She was shouting about genocide in Africa. Isabel didn't like the prospect of getting stopped and turned down another hall just as a some goth girl ran up to the girl with the fliers talking about how man is borne with the taste of misery in their black souls.

Down the other hall was much less populated. It only looked like Brook and his Australian friend talking. Isabel blushed and tilted her head a bit as she walked past. It seemed that Brook wasn't really paying attention to his friend so much as staring at a pretty girl on the other side of the hallway.

Almost at her class now. Just when she turned the last corner Jay Holland jumped out at her.

"Hey Izz!"

"Er, hi Jay," she said with an awkward smile.

"So a bunch of people are coming over after school, my mom is like, I dunno, doing some parent stuff out of the house and we're gonna you know, relax. You in?"

"Um, I've sort of got a lot of homework tonight," she said shifting her books. "I bet Hayley'd go though. Speaking of, have you seen her? I feel like I really need to talk to her."

"Yeah, I just saw her in there. Well, let me know if you decided to come over."

He ran off. Isabel took a peak inside her class. Allen was sitting by her vacant seat with Rena Peter's writing in a note book on the other side. When he saw her look in he waved to her. She waved back. It looked like the teacher hadn't come in yet.

"Mmm"

Isabel decided to go to the room Jay had pointed to. She peaked inside and saw the back of Hayley's head.

"Hayley! Oh thank goodness, I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Hayley turned around. Head to toe she was covered in blood.

Isabel's heart dropped. She dropped her bag and let out a blood curdling scream that seemed to shake the entire room. The room was shaking and she was dizzy and-




And she was being shook awake by some boy.


"D-dave?" Isabel blinked a few times and her vision started to focus again. No. It wasn't Dave. It was someone else trying to get her to wake up. She shook her head slightly and looked up at him. She realized someone had brought her inside. She assumed it was this boy. She also realized that he was without a shirt....and touching her. Isabel gave a small squeak and scrambled backwards away from him on the bed. This wasn't a good idea as she didn't have extra energy to be wasting and put her hand to her head as the room took another spin.

"Where am I?" she said looking around. It was coming back now. She had passed out after running around looking for the group she'd been with. "You-You brought me inside? Thank you. That ummm, that was really decent of you."

There was a girl too. The girl handing out the flyers in her dream. "I'm Isabel."


Pretty Handsome Awkward
Nick sat on one of the bed with his forearms on his legs, looking down at his shoes. He didn't lift his head while Gracie asked him what he'd been thinking to do what he did.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to," he said and put the loaf he'd offered down next to him. It was as if he hadn't heard what she said.

Teo tried to explain to her what they had already decided on way back at the warehouse. They talked about it, they came to a logical and level headed conclusion to follow the rules and play not at all under any sort of panic. It wasn't as though Nick could blame what he'd done on some knee jerk reaction. It was just another decision and that decision was all on his shoulders.

No. It's not me. It's the game. It's not my fault. I'm still good. I'm a good person. Wanting to live doesn't make me bad. Does it? I cried. That means sadness, regret. Bad people....they don't do that when they kill someone. I know it.

He imagined that it had been so quick that even Mike didn't have the time before he had died to think of Nick as a bad person.

Teo suggested rest. They were all in need of rest but Nick wasn't sure if he would be able to sleep, now or ever again. But he felt it was best to go along.

"Okay. Wake one of us up in a little to switch shifts."

Nick lay down on the cot and closed his eyes, but he made sure that he didn't fall asleep.

The Man Your Man Could Smell Like
((Isabel Guerra continued from -.-- -.-- --.. ))

Isabel had been running. She had run for hours and hours. It wasn’t the best use of her limited remaining energy, but it had always calmed her down. It made her feel like she was going towards something, like she had a destination, a purpose. She had been running ever since the attack on the group right after they’d gotten out the island’s location on the trumpet. Then she realized she was lost in the woods and had separated from everyone else. She couldn’t go back, not when there was a chance of running into a psycho with a gun. So she started running again. She was looking for the others, Dave, Helen, Winnie, Kitty, Leila. Roland. Isabel had to make sure they were okay. She was also looking for Hayley. Isabel needed to tell Hayley to stop killing people. She had taken Ethan’s letter and the location of the island, folded them in half and stuck them down her shirt. She could show Hayley how they’d done it. She’d believe her then that they called for help. They were going to be rescued.

Isabel came upon an area of houses. She stumbled forward, dragging her feet as she walked. She hadn’t stopped moving since she had lost the group, always running. The announcements went off overhead again. Her head lolled and she closed her eyes even as she shuffled towards the houses. She couldn’t hear the names really; they were just a buzzing noise slightly outside her realm of consciousness. Her whole body felt like it was being pulled towards the ground.

She hadn’t slept for three days. She hadn’t eaten for two days. She was out of food and water. Her bag hung off of her shoulder as emaciated looking as its owner. All that was left inside was her trumpet, a large shard of jagged mirror from the mirror house, her travel sized toiletries and three empty water bottles.

She had been exerting herself too much. She had pushed too hard without stopping or refueling. It was a problem Isabel often had when exercising; she never knew when she had pushed herself too far.

She lifted her head and walked past a rusty little gate to the backyard of one of the houses.

I’m going to die. I feel like I’m dying. I’m going to die here.

The world tilted under her feet and she fell to her knees in the dirt. She put her hands forward and her fingers dug into the soil. Her head leaned down under the burden of its own weight and her curls hung, almost brushing the ground.

“Someone help me. Oh god, please. Please someone help me,” she whispered.

Weak little girl.

Everything blurred in front of her eyes. She was crying. Sharp stabs of air were sucked down when she opened her mouth. She couldn’t control her breathing.

“I can take it,” she whispered. “I’m not weak. I……I can……..I can take it” she choked out.

She squeezed her eyes shut and little droplets fell near her fingers. Roland had taken out his sword when he saw the intruders. He was only trying to protect them. Isabel desperately hoped that Roland hadn’t died trying to protect them like Feo had. She wanted to see the others so badly it hurt, just to know they were all safe. Or perhaps she was to the point here merely being awake hurt. Despite what she hoped, deep down she knew Roland hadn’t made it out. There was just some feeling that told her so.

“It wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I took responsibility and it was my fault when things went wrong. The whole group, you were good people. Great people. I let you down, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said quietly between sobs.

Sitting there in the dirt, nearly dead of exhaustion, she wondered why she was alive. Why had she made it this far when there were people who were much stronger, smarter, more capable who had died? What was she living for? The questions were too complex for her to think about. Time slowed. She couldn’t even remember her name. Isabel’s arms crumpled and she slumped forward. Isabel lay motionless in the middle of the neglected garden.

V4 HALFWAY PLASTIC HAMMERS
The Basics

Handler Name: Ruggahissy

Your Trademark Character: Who knows. But I guess since she’s my insert, Isabel Guerra.

Current Status of Trademark Character: Er, she’s fine I guess. Hanging out.

Favourite Character: I honestly couldn’t say. It’s a lame answer, I know.

Favourite Weapon: Tree branch : )

Favourite Scene: R.J. Lowe and Mary-Ann Warren in Cries of the Voiceless (back when it was Ella with Mary-Ann)

Favourite Death: Simon Fletcher. So much.

Favourite Quote: “Boom” – Jimmy Brennan

Favourite Thread: We Are the Sleepyheads. Fantastic job, girls.

Favourite Post: Everett Taylor’s death. I still remember him doing his homework, sitting in the rain, lending his jacket.

Favourite Location: I can’t seem to escape the Hall of Mirrors


The Plastic Hammer Awards

Most Evolutionary Character: Liam Brook. He’s nothing like how he started.

Most Revolutionary Character: >_> Guess Liz Polanski changed the game the most. Nothing left to say here.

Most Unorthodox/Original Character: I think Maria Graham. She’s a little weirdo but I love her.

Most Realistically-Portrayed Character: Jessica Pentangeli. Shy, quiet, afraid, but still has her head on her shoulders and cute as a button. I think I’d know a Jessica in real life.

Most Heroic Character: No clue.

Most Villianous Character: The BIGGEST villain would be Maxwell. My favorite one though is Aaron Hughes, you crafty bastard.

Most Tragic Character: I feel like Eve Walker-Luther had it rough. Especially with her little girl and boyfriend back home watching her get killed. Even if she’s only a baby. Danya was ice cold in her kill announcement.

Most Humourous Character: I laugh so hard at Jimmy Brennan

Most-likely Winner : Gosh. I guess maybe Bounce. She knows all the tricks it takes to win.

Most Epic Character: JIMMY FUCKING BRENNAN


Characterization

Which character do you relate to the most? Alice Blake. I totally understand how she feels and why she does the things she does. And man it breaks my heart when she ignores Victoria’s name.

Which character do you feel the most for? Sierra Manning. Cute, sad, adorable little thing who just wants to go home and see her family again. You can’t not feel for her.

Which character do you feel 'played the game' the best? Aaron Hughes, no doubt.

Which character do you think had it the worst? DOMINIC STRATFORD . My god. That poor boy. He got his stuff stolen and beat up by Phil, hallucinated his sister, went bonkers and died a gruesome death.

Which character would you be willing to kill yourself? Tie between Liam Brook and Sarah Atwell.

Which character are you cheering on to win SOTF? Ummmm Hayley Kelly.

Which character do you think has/had it coming? Maxwell Lombardi definitely. Liz too.

Which character do you think should NOT have died? I wish Feo Eleri Smith hadn’t died : (


Drama

Most Emotionally Moving Scene: I think Leila Langford and Hilary Strand in White to Gray was just gorgeous.

Most Disturbing/Gory Scene: Uhg, Colin Falcone’s death.

Most Pivotal Scene/Event: I guess I’d have to say Enter the Death Squad

Most Humourous Scene: Dustin and Maria in The Moon is Laughing at You XD

Most Action-packed Scene: Take Back the Fear. There's like, 4 dead bodies in that one thread by the time we get to the end.

Most Drama-filled Scene: Acacia Salinger euthanizes Roman Jackson. Oh it’s so sad and lovely. Go read it. It needs more love.

Most Unexpected Scene: I was floored when Andrea told Allen she loved him >_> I still sort of wonder if it was really true or just an attempt to distract him.


Death

Most Tragic Death: I cried so hard at Simon Fletcher’s death my self insert started crying in game XD.

Most Violent Death: Colin Flacone. It took everything plus the kitchen sink to kill him.

Most Disturbing Death: Brock Mason and the most heart wrenching game of “Never Have I Ever.”


Most Unexpected Death: Reika Ishida. I didn’t see that coming.

Most Original/Unorthodox Death: Ivan’s tree branch kill. Not only for the tree branch but for the rage behind it.

Most Humourous Death:
Can’t argue with GRAVITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Predictions and preferences

Quick; Final Four for v4 - who's it gonna be?
1.Jason Harris
2.Alice Blake
3.Hayley Kelly
4.Aaron Hughes

Which characters do you intend to follow/currently follow closest/with the most interest? I’m pretty bad about sticking with people but I catch up with the ones I like when I can.

Are there any characters you wish you'd interacted with, but haven't? (It ain't over till it's over, make those plans, write those threads!) I’ve wanted to talk to Jimmy since pregame. Kimberly, Rachel Gettys, loads and loads. I need to interact with more people

If you could change ANYTHING that has happened thus far, what would you change? Well, I don’t want to think about about what could have been.



Your thoughts on SOTF v4 Interesting. Not sure what to make of it yet.

How much did you enjoy/not enjoy V4? I’m having fun. That’s all that counts.

What do you like the most about V4? Collaborative writing.

What do you think could have been better about V4? Maybe lower cap.

How would you compare SOTF to the original BR? Very different but there spirit is there.

Do you think V4 is more or less enjoyable than V3/V2/V1, or the same? Well, I wasn’t in them so I don’t know if I could judge.

What do you think of the overall 'SOTF' story? I guess I’m sucked in.

Do you think V5 will be any more or less enjoyable than V4/V3/V2/V1, or the same? We’ll have to wait and see. I think as enjoyable.

How do you feel about v5? I’m nervous :S

Super Mario Bros Mafia: Sign-ups
Dang it people. Kay I'm in. WITH EACH ROUND I FAIL SLIGHTLY LESS

Feral Intelligence
The girl was just rolling around on that crate. She didn't seem to care about anything at all as she stared blankly up at the sky.

Mary-Ann knew the signal. R.J. had made sure she was absolutely, one hundred percent clear on what to do when the time came. She nodded slightly and picked up the gun. It was always threw her off at how heavy it was, but after she'd spent time practicing with it, the gun had become oddly familiar in it's heaviness.

This time it wasn't practice. She knew that this time if she pulled the trigger it wasn't going to just be that hollow air sound and an empty 'click.' Mary-Ann's fingers tingled unpleasantly and felt cold against the gun.

"Whatever you do.....I trust you, R.J. I don't want to fight someone. I don't want to have to use the stuff you taught me. But if you decide that that's what we gotta do, then I'll follow you. I trust you to do the right thing," she whispered.

Soon the girl was upright sitting on the box. Mary-Ann squinted to see what she held in her hand, but couldn't really make it out. When she'd stopped looking at her hand, Mary-Ann noticed that the girl's dull, straight gaze was directed right at them

Rugga's scribbles
Liz Polanski requested by Storyspoiler
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I might be re-doing Rosa. She's very unwhorey and I feel I need to fix that.