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Topic Started: Aug 16 2008, 08:00 AM (5,815 Views)
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Still in a kind of fear and pain induced daze, the new voice, to Maxie, seemed to come out of nowhere at all, and it took her a few moments to realise just what there being a new arrival entailed: this was a rescue, she'd be safe. Trembling she looked up, seeing the face of one of the last people Maxie would bet on being the sort to come to your rescue. Keith Jackson. Wait... hadn't she ran into him earlier? He'd been dead-set against the idea of more people joining his group, and looking past him, it didn't seem like he had anyone else accompanying him. What had happened? Guy Rapide had been on the announcement a couple of days ago, but as far as Maxie remembered, Kallie Majors hadn't, nor again their friend Darnell Butler (although he'd killed three already, so she considered it likely he was playing). Had something happened between Danya's Sixth announcement and now?

Whatever, she wasn't exactly in a position to be discerning.

Maxie turned over, so now that her body was facing upwards, and shuffled backwards, both keeping the distance up and being able to keep an eye on Reeves - who at this moment still seemed to be out cold. Maybe she'd hit him too hard, but thinking on what he'd done, Reeves was lucky Maxie hadn't killed him.

"K-Keith? ... What?" she barely knew where she was right now, just knew that here was one person trying to hurt her - and more, whilst beside her was somebody who was coming to her aid. The fact that she was still baring all struck Maxie (mostly because on rolling over, she could actually see her own nakedness, it hardly occured to her earlier) and she managed to pull her panties from around her calves right the way back up and on again. Immediately, a red spot blossomed on the blue fabric, and Maxie started to cry again. Moments later, she felt a touch on her shoulder which she shied away from, even though Maxie knew it was Keith's hand. Maxie didn't want anybody coming close to her, not even her rescuer.

He-he... god he really did it... he stole it.

A random thought struck her then: What the hell was she going to do for clothes? Her bag had been lost somewhere amongst the undergrowth during her fight with Reeves, and her tanktop and bra were alternatively either ripped to shreds or snapped beyond repair and use. What, was she going to walk around the jungle topless? Then again, so many people had already seen her naked (the wonders of television hey?) that why should should she even care?

Maxie looked up at Keith again as he spoke to her, tears still flowing freely.. Nevertheless, she managed to get some words out.

"What do ya t-think g-genius? T-that wasn't no p-pleasure t-trip,"
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((John continued from The Science of Selling Yourself))

((OOC: All of the god modding here (including the thread change) was approved by Mimi))

Frustration. It seemed to be a common feeling amongst many students on the island, and John Rizzolo was beginning to understand why. The announcements made him realize that numbers were dwindling and people like Bobby Jacks were actually killing people. People like him were doing it right. What was he doing wrong? Was it bad luck?

It has to be bad luck. One bitch ran away from me, and Captain Dumbfuck had a shit load of backup.

It was the only way to keep a smile on the face of J.R. He knew that there would be more people, it was just a matter of who and where.

"I won't just be some guitar hero guy anymore." John muttered, grinning at the thought of having fans and people who could truly appreciate how we was trying to psychologically break Emma down, how he was trying to win a game.

Voices from up ahead put John on the alert. Moving quietly through the bushes and jungle, John could make out some shapes standing on what appeared to be the trial he'd seen marked on the map earlier. There was a small group, who all seemed to be focusing on one girl. John looked around to see if there was anyone else in the party. He then looked down, and about 5 feet to his right was a girl on the ground, eyes wide open and a blank look on her face.

Cara...

Cara Scholte, the same Cara who had been announced as killing someone. She was staring right at him, but made no indication that John was there. He could see her chest moving with her breathing, but she was otherwise lifeless.

Is she...shes shell shocked. She killed someone and is paralyzed out of shock.

The colour flowed back into John's face, and his heart raced with excitement. There was no way he could fuck this up. She wouldn't even know what he was doing. John licked his lips at the mere thought. The problem was going to be, he'd have to pull her into the bushes quickly, and bail through the thick cover as quick as he could. John analyzed the situation again. He was well covered, and she did have a hand laying in the brush to make the initial pull on.

John quietly creeped over to where Cara's hand lay, and grabbed it. Nothing. Not even a whimper out of her. John pulled on her arm, and Cara's body slid towards him, barely making a sound. The mud from the rain was probably helping muffled any sound, and make the slide easier. With extreme caution John pulled Cara by the underarms into the brush, and readied himself in case the group had noticed.

Nothing from the group. They were too wrapped up with a girl, who sounded strangely like,

"Maxie. Oh Maxie, you were her friend?" John whispered to himself remembering the graveyard encounter. He then leaned into Cara's head, "I'm going to make up all of what I wanted to do to her that day on you."

John dragged Cara's body as quiet as he could a good distance away from the trail before scooping her up and putting her over his shoulder.

"I know just where we can go."

((John and Cara continued in The Wind Below))
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As far as fighting went, Adam had only been knocked out once before, so he wasn't used to the feeling. One second, he had just driven Maxie into what had to have been an orgasm, one that sounded as if it were pretty intense, and was readying himself to go all the way, her reaction making him too horny to think straight. All he could think about was fucking her, and hard. The next second, however, he was suddenly face down on the ground as the steadily weakening rain poured down on him, soaking his hair and washing some of the mud out of his beard. Blood was going down the side of his head from an opened cut, but he didn't even notice that fact, only registering that the side of his head was wet. He had landed near his Mauser, and his huge hand had fallen on the gun when he hit the ground, but he didn't entirely register that either.

Ugh...what the hell...?

His head still swimming as the world appeared to almost spin about him, Adam tried to piece together just what the hell was going on. He'd been making his first thrust into Maxie, but just as he was inside her for the first time, relishing the tightness of her pussy, he'd ended up on his back, rolling on the ground once or twice before he settled there, trying to keep his face out of the mud enough for him to breathe. Then there was a voice, though it was out of focus and he couldn't really make out what it said or much about what it sounded like. From what he could hear of the accent, it was similar to Maxie's, but deeper in pitch and angrier. After the voice stopped yelling at him though, a second voice, this time discernable as Maxie's, joined in, as if they were conversing.

Okay, I give up, what the fuck is going on?

"Gah...did you get a sex change or somethin', Maxie? Why're you talkin' to yourself? No, wait, that's stupid..."

After blurting that question out slightly above a mutter, he gave up and looked up slightly, what would've been directly in front of him earlier. Feeling the Mauser's handle in his hand, his addled mind gathered the sense to grab a hold of it just in case as he took a glance. What he saw made much more sense than Maxie having a sex change and talking to herself, but still caught him off guard. There she was, clad in her panties and covered in mud and dirt, but standing next to her was one Keith Jackson. While known more for his prowess in football and rugby than any real fighting ability (Adam didn't know if the guy had ever even been in a single fight) he was still impressive in stature, and looked pretty tough. Definitely not the best person to end up in a scrap against.

And then there was the fact that he had a fucking shotgun, and the announcements had said he killed two people. By far not the highest kill count the game had had, but it still made him a player. A player who was idly pointing his shotgun at Adam while he talked to Maxie. Of course, if he were thinking straight he would've realized that if Keith were playing he would've just blown both him and Maxie away the second he showed up, but he wasn't thinking straight. Still, in a moment of cautiousness, he took advantage of the fact that neither had noticed him moving again by lowering his head back down to how he was earlier.

Until his mind cleared and the pain set in, anyway.

"AAAAARGH! FUCKING HELL, MY FUCKING HEAD! GOD DAMN IT!"

In one split second, his head had started to pound like a drum, the pain of the sudden hit from earlier finally rebounding back to him, every noise he heard being amplified to excruciating extents. His head throbbed from the pain, and he couldn't help but cry out, his free hand going up to his head and covering the side that had been cut. It may have been a stupid thing to do, but at least for a few seconds that pain would be all he was aware of.

OOC: I wanted to do more with this, but I'm tired, stumped, and I have other posts and homework to do.
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(Kathleen is at about a month of inactivity, and since it's the second time Bukowski has been inactive in v3 her rights have been forfeited. Also, this post chronologically takes place right after Adam shot at her.)

Strangely, the battle unfolding at the trail actually piqued Kathleen's interest. Sure, SOTF was something she'd been expecting and prepared for for a long time, but there was a certain degree of suspense added when you were thrust into it first-hand that made every commonplace event seem infinitely more exciting. As Maxie and Adam went blow-for-blow, she found herself almost narrating every action. Unfortunately, it seemed like she was the only one who really cared enough to listen.

"Quite the big man, aren't you Mr. Reeves? While I'm sure you're probably loving every minute of this, you should know that Miss Dasai here is quite the accomplished young brawler, and I'm sure she won't just be letting you have your way with her." Almost immediately after that, Adam proceeded to reach his hand down Maxie's shirt and rip open her bra and top, which forced nothing but a sly smile onto Kathleen's face. This was golden.

"Oh, well, you sure put my foot in my mouth!" she began excitedly, despite how false the emotion really was. Truth be told, Kathleen was nothing more than mildly amused. None of this really surprised her. As a matter of fact, after watching things like Madelaine Shirohara's final moments and Walter Smith taking advantage of Mariavel Varella (and studying them intently, at that) the shock factor of what could be a rape in the works held little to no appeal to her. Smugly, she watched the struggle unfold.

"Oh Maxie, you're in trouble! What'll you do now!? Isn't this fun?" She began mockingly, but shortly afterward Adam brought the gun he'd now acquired up towards her, a look of mixed confusion and power on his face. Kathleen stiffened.

"Oh Adam, there's no way you could shoot me with that gun. You see, people like you aren't fit for these kinds of situations. Sure, you're basically a big load of muscle with more than enough attitude to compensate, but compared to people like me, you're nothing. Ultimately, it's the smart, the beautiful, and the well-prepared that are going to make it far in this game, and when it comes to you-"

The gun exploded in sound, and with Adam's steadied aim he easily hit his intended target, Kathleen's heart. She fell face first onto the ground, lying motionless in the dirt. For Adam Reeves, the look of shock and humiliation now set into her features forever would have been priceless.

G65: KATHLEEN MARTIN - DECEASED
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((Sorry about skipping you Adam, but seriously, Maxie is on the edge of irredeemable inactivity here))

Keith didn't really seem to be paying attention - too concentrated on Adam apparently, for which Maxie couldn't blame him. If she'd come upon a situation like this she'd want to keep an eye on the assailant. However, even though Adam was far too great a distance away from her to actually do anything, Maxie nevertheless let a little whimper as he yelled out about his head injury. Her breath was still coming in great, gasping sobs and for some ridiculous reason, some little part of her was noting that this was one of the first times she'd ever cried. Another was telling said part that if there was any time for tears, it was now.

Maxie just... couldn't stay there. Keith might have been trying to reassure her, but somebody else being around hadn't stopped Reeves the first time, had it? He'd just shot Kathy dead and got on with... with. Yeah. He was still there, he was still right there, and as far as Maxie was concerned, anywhere on this entire goddamn island was too close, whether Keith was armed and protecting her or not. Concerning Reeves, Maxie felt nothing but fear, primal, sick fear. On the ground, Maxie scrambled back, behind Keith, before trying to struggle to her feet. She let out a anguished cry and dropped to one knee as the movement caused pain to rip through her. Trying to stop herself dissolving into a wailing mess, Maxie picked up her jeans and painstakingly reclothed herself. No top, of course; hell, no shoes or socks either, but all of these things took a backseat to the heart-pounding terror Maxie had as she regarded the stirring Reeves.

She whirled around and, as fast as she was able, stumbled off into the jungle. Anywhere was better than here, anywhere.

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Keith wasn't sure what to do, really. Maxie; sans shirt, was opting to get the fuck away from Adam Reeves, and he wasn't sure he blamed her. Keith knew that by shooting the dumb fuck while he was down would probably be doing everyone a favour, but the boy seemed to be right out of it at the moment, and he wasn't a cold blooded killer...

Some might disagree...

Shaking the thought aside, Keith opted to follow after Maxie - if nothing else, to give her a shirt. As nice as looking at her chest was, it was downright embarrassing to be thinking about it judging by what had just happened. Throwing Reeves one more look, Keith marched back into the jungle, hoping to put Reeves and the path behind him.

Far behind him.

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OOC: Yeah, it's a fucking one liner, got a problem with it? Get out of my damn face about it, I don't have anything to prove to anyone by writing a fucking novel. Besides, I've got other places I've got to be, and because of the godawful delay on this thread Adam's probably inactive now. This damn thread should've been finished in fucking August like Clue and I originally planned...
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Keith and Maxie ran off shortly after Adam's outburst, and after several minutes he was able to compose himself, getting dressed, taking his things (especially the gun and sword), rooting through the bags that'd been left behind (which allowed him to find the ammunition and manual for the Mauser, which went into his own bag), and eventually heading off into the jungle, his head still killing him and a prodding feeling of self-disgust taking root in the back of his mind.

OOC: Continued in Freiheit unerreichbar, next post will have more content.
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