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Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 02:05 PM (9,145 Views)
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((Start of G080: Fiona Sparki))

Fiona Sparki awoke to a pleasant light that teased her eyelids into opening. She felt groggy, confused, and slow, but she didn't yet attribute that to earlier events. For now, she was merely surveying her environment. She was leaning against a house in a very pretty location, and she could hear voices, but they felt far away. Stretching out her legs in an attempt to wake up her body and disperse the sleeping gas, Fiona's eyes fell upon her provided black daypack. She immediately reached up for her neck, her fingers meeting cool metal. A damn collar... She couldn't believe it! She felt as if she were in complete shock.

Tears sprung to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she thought about how betrayed she felt. She was supposed to be going on a camping trip with the rest of her senior class! Oh, how much she looked forward to it! This wasn't fair. Not fair at all. Drying off her tears on the back of her hand, Fiona slowly stood up and peered around the edge of the house that she was currently behind. She could see a girl standing a short ways away with... a rifle?! Oh lord! People were already serious! She could also spy a boy walking away from the girl. Perhaps they had some sort of altercation? She could imagine the boy begging for mercy as the girl shoved her rifle in his face... He begged for his life, and she agreed for some...reason.

That's silly. This was just the drugs talking. That girl was obviously Jessica, and Jessica would never hurt a fly. Although Fiona didn't know Jessica very well, she'd seen her around once or twice. Being a cheerleader meant that Fiona knew almost everyone, but it also meant that there was a slight stigma to her name. But Fiona wasn't a typical cheerleader. She wasn't blonde, busty, and beautiful. Okay, well she was blonde underneath all the dye and maybe a little busty, but beautiful was something that Fiona could not own up to. She was rocking the rocker chic.

Fiona reminded herself that she could gather her things and move out. It wasn't a wise idea to stay in one place, crying and feeling sorry for herself. But... she could always approach Jessica. Perhaps they could group together or something? Jessica was probably just as scared as Fiona. She didn't want to go in unarmed though, so she took this moment to peer into her bag for her designated weapon of surprise: A felling axe. It was a fairly large weapon with a sharp blade and a long handle. Although it wasn't as menacing as a gun, it definitely looked threatening.

Fiona liked it.

Grabbing it by the handle, she zipped up her daypack and looped the strap around her shoulder. It was now or never. She just prayed that Jessica didn't try to shoot her with that scary rifle of hers. Perhaps Fiona should put the axe away. But before she headed over to the girl, another girl came into view. It was another girl that Fiona wasn't entirely familiar with, but she recognized her from school. Didn't she have a brother? Fiona waited for a moment and watched as the girl approached Jessica and called her name. Jessica didn't seem like she was about to rip Alex to shreds, so Fiona stepped away from the safety of the house's backyard and slowly walked towards the two girls.

When she came within a close distance, she waved and said quietly, "...Hey there. I, uh, I don't know if you two know me, but I'm Fi-Fiona! I saw you two from over there," Fiona pointed to the house behind her, "and I thought I'd come over and..." There was another pause as Fiona collected her thoughts. She had yet to notice the dead body of Warren Brown. "It's just good to see other people..."
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Hearing another voice outside of the two other girls in front of her, Fiona turned around and came face to face with Nik. He had spoken to Nik quite a few times since Evelyn was basically dating him and all. Speaking of Evelyn, Fiona wondered where her fellow cheerleader was and how she was doing. She hoped everyone from the squad was alright... They were like her sisters! Lowering her axe a little, Fiona grinned slightly at Nik and greeted him. "Oh, Nik! I think we're all doing okay." At this point, she realized that Jessica was panicking and clutching onto Alex... She was blabbering about Omar Burton killing someone. Wait, what was going on? Fiona hadn't seen Omar, but...

Man, Jessica was really freaking the hell out. Fiona was still on the confused side, seeing as she had yet to see the body just yet. Survival of the Fittest still wasn't a complete reality to the teenager.

When Jessica gave Fiona a short 'hi' and said nothing else, Fiona felt a bit awkward. Well, of course, they were strangers, but... Maybe Jessica disliked her or something? She honestly wasn't sure. She seemed to be a bit more talkative with Alex and Nik, so perhaps she knew them a lot better than Fiona? Regardless, Fiona stayed quiet until Alex greeted her with a very bright smile. Fiona returned the smile and shook her head. "Nice to see you too! I'm doing just fine, but... Warren?"

What happened to Warren? Fiona felt out of the loop. There was a part of her that wanted to stay oblivious, but another part of her that was electrified with morbid curiosity. Without being able to help herself, Fiona looked around for anything that looked vaguely like a corpse or the remains of Warren Brown. Her eye caught something in the flower bed, a mere lump with blood blossomed on his front. Her breath died for a moment as she took a step back. She couldn't avert her eyes. She wouldn't react as Jessica had, for Fiona wasn't the one who had witnessed the murder or the offender, but... It was still very shocking for her. In most cases, she would have been able to convince herself that her classmates were still good. Her classmates would never turn against each other and kill! Absolutely, positively never. But here was the proof, right in the open. It made Fiona sick.

"Warren... I-I can't believe it. Why would someone do that? I just can't believe there are people actually trying to play this twisted game! Seriously!" Fiona stomped her foot.
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Fiona seemed a bit surprised as Nik put his hands on her shoulders. She stopped her stomping and mutterings and listened to what the boy was saying. He had a definite point... Not everyone was going to be like Omar. But if one guy was able to kill another in cold blood, especially someone that seemed as nice as Omar, there were probably many others that were wiling to do the same. That chilled Fiona right to the bone. She even began to visibly shake a bit.. What did she expect? Survival of the Fittest had a few different seasons, and in all of those seasons, the students had brutally killed each other. There were no exceptions. It was around this point that Fiona realized that Survival of the Fittest, that brutal reality show, was not just a mere show.

Well, she sort of knew that upon waking up here. The point was, SOTF was not just some show about kids killing each other. It was a reality in which kids killed each other. And if that was a reality, then this was a reality. Fiona rubbed her head and nodded at Nik. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. I really want to find Evelyn," she muttered as he released his grip on her shoulders and turned to talk to the group as a whole. Fiona folded her arms in front of her and listened. She was so glad that she wasn't alone in this..

Once Nik finished his little speech, Fiona definitely felt more confident. He was right! They were quite the intimidating group! She held up her axe and watched as the blade caught a glint of light from the rising sun. "I agree. I'd like to find some of my friends too."

She stopped talking when she realized that Jessica was explaining what she had see Omar do. Fiona listened and made a face at the account. Good Lord... Maybe he snapped? People typically didn't smile when they shot other people, but.. "He mentioned Sierra? I wonder.." Fiona muttered, running a hand down her dreadlocked head. Her face went slightly pale when Jessica guessed that he could be killing for Sierra. That was a terrible thought. Fiona didn't know Sierra terribly well, but she was sure that Sierra would be horrified at the thought of her boyfriend killing for her. It just sounded insane.

Fiona was about to say that they should probably leave Warren's body be, but a voice distracted her. She looked back to see Maria Graham walking towards them. Fiona smiled and shook her head at the girls question. "Playing? Nope, not us. Who are you looking for, if you don't mind me asking?" she said. But at this point, Maria noticed Warren's body.

It probably didn't look good, Fiona realized. Warren was lying on the ground dead, surrounded by four very well-armed teenagers. Oh boy... "Ah, uh.. O-Omar.. Warren was.." She couldn't find the words to adequately explain how Warren was killed. It just seemed so wrong..
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Fiona looked up slowly from Warren's body as another person approached. She recognized the boy from a few of her classes, but all she knew about him was that he played guitar. As if to reinforce this detail, Dustin's guitar was slung to his side. She wanted to question him about why he was carrying around a guitar at a time like this... How convenient would that be? A guitar would just get in the way in the heat of a fight, although if times got rough, he could always smash it over the head of an opponent... Fiona was about to say something to Dustin, but he noticed Warren's body after following the trail of crimson blood. Once again, Fiona flopped. She just couldn't find much to say.

Fiona raised her eyebrows and took a slight step back when Dustin wielded a sword. He seemed to be panicking a bit. "Dustin!" Fiona called out, her voice finally flooding back into her throat. "Calm down! We.. We didn't do this! It was someone else, we swear!" She took a deep breath and glanced back down at the bloodied corpse. Another figure had approached while Fiona was preoccupied with watching Dustin pull out his sword. This girl wasn't so familiar to Fiona, but she was touching Warren's body. Perhaps this people personally knew him? Then no wonder they were reacting so strongly... It hurt to lose someone that you personally knew... Not that she had much personal experience. "But it'll happen. That's a given... I'll lose all my friends, most likely," she reminded herself. A lump formed in her throat, but she willed it away. This was no time to cry or angst over the irreversible.

And then came another person. This was getting to be quite a crowd! ...Fiona didn't know how she felt about that. It was one thing to team up with Alex, Jessica, and Nik... They all had the advantage of decent weaponry. Well, Fiona's axe couldn't deal much damage in a gun fight, but it was decent enough. But with all these other people? Surely nothing good could come from that... And this girl (Fiona recognized her as one of those artsy types) was asking for... paint. Paint on a god-damned island of death. ...Psycho. They were trying to deal with a corpse here! Fiona looked over at Mizore and said, a little bit harshly than intended, "No. If you haven't noticed, painting is the last thing that people should worry about here."

Fiona was surprised at the hostility in her own usually perky voice, but she couldn't help it. This situation was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. It was okay to let her personality evolve a bit. She couldn't go around acting like an idiot forever.

She looked over at Nik and listened as he made his small speech. He wanted to bury Warren? That was the worst idea that Fiona had ever heard. It was preposterous! Ridiculous! Why waste time burying a single body? In just a few days, this island would be RIPE with corpses! So much could be done in the time that it took to bury a body... They could formulate a solid plan or move themselves from standing out in the open like a bunch of sitting ducks.

And that's exactly what they would be if a killer found them burying some body! Sitting ducks! Someone could come and mow them all down in a single spray of bullets while they were burying Warren! It would be pure and utter chaos. Fiona didn't like it. Looking over at Nik, she tightened her grip on her axe and shook her head. "I don't think burying Warren is such a great idea... It's a.." She paused. She didn't want to sound insensitive, but it was! It was a huge "waste."

She bit her lip and twirled a limp dread around one of her fingers. Jessica was speaking now, and although she was normally very quiet and reserved, Fiona felt herself hanging on to every word. Jessica seemed to share the same opinion as Fiona. They were both anti-burial. Fiona smiled and glanced at Jessica. "I agree with Jessica." But apparently Alex didn't. It would be impossible to convince everyone not to bury Warren, and she honestly didn't want to look unsympathetic, but... She was not going to take any part in this.

Maria knelt down and began to dig a grave in the flowerbed with her bare hands. Fiona sighed deeply and made a show of taking another step back, glancing over at Jessica. She could not take part in this. Sure, she felt sorry for Warren and everything, but burying every body they came upon was stupid. Another lump formed in Fiona's throat. She gulped in an attempt to rid herself, but it just wouldn't go away. Why was so being so frigid? She wasn't usually like this... Maybe she should just help? Fiona slung her duffel bag onto her shoulder and stared at the shallow grave. It was only deep enough to barely cover Warren... But it was good enough. Thankfully it didn't take that long.

Maria was sobbing. Fiona couldn't take this; her cheeks burned bright. She looked at the other members of her group for comfort. What were they supposed to do? This small group of classmates appeared from out of nowhere to mourn the loss of Warren. It was a bit too much for Fiona. Tears began to appear along the edge of her eyes. She hated hearing other people cry! Wiping the moisture away with embarrassment, Fiona said softly, "Ah.. Don't cry, Maria.. It's a.. good grave... It's not like we can afford to dig six feet under right now." Fiona looked down at the grass beneath her feet and sniffed. This stuff was much too deep for Fiona to handle right now... Why couldn't she just return to her happy and carefree life?
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Fiona felt like she was in a blur that she couldn't escape from. There were so many people and so many emotions running rampant. One of the boys, Dustin, was puking, which wasn't exactly something that Fiona wanted to witness... Seeing other people puke always made her want to puke, but she was able to maintain her composure. Think of better things. Think of cheerleading practice and puppies and the beach. There was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that whispered that Fiona would never see those things again. No more practicing complicated cheer moves in the gym, no more vacations to the beach with her family every summer, no more puppies... Not like she had a puppy, but she always thought that they were cute. Even though those things should have sparked a feeling of grief and emotion inside of her, Fiona merely shook those thoughts away. It didn't matter anymore. As they said, there was no use crying over spilled milk, right?

Ugh. Milk was not something that she wanted to think about after witnessing Dustin barf... Fiona shook her head and stared blankly at the little funeral going on between Cassidy and Maria. Cassidy was saying a few words (well, more like a speech) and placing Warren in the makeshift grave. Hey, do you guys want to make a headstone too?! I'll grab the stone and someone else can carve Warren's name, date of birth, and date of death in it! Want to waste some more time?

Fiona snorted. What in the hell was wrong with her? This wasn't supposed to be funny! This was serious! And yet, something was keeping Fiona from crying. Why? Fiona was typically the bumbling idiot, the laughing girl, the fat cheerleader who never frowned, never cried. And here she was, nearly to the verge of laughing at one of the most inconvenient moments of all times. It made no sense, but she couldn't help it. Maybe she just couldn't deal with all this serious stuff?

And just moments ago, she was on the verge of tears. Feeling herself to be rude, Fiona disguised her snort as a sniff and coughed weakly. She wanted to be so far away from here right now..

Seriously? Did the painter girl just draw a picture of Warren and place it on his grave? Well, sure, that was nice and everything, but... Why? Was everyone insane? Maybe she really should suggest to build a headstone! They would probably agree to it! Her thoughts began to spin again in a whirlpool of stress and hopelessness. She really just wanted to lie down, rest for a few hours...

She looked up into the face of Nik. She hadn't even realized that he had a hold on her shoulders and was whispering something to her. He wanted to leave? Fiona looked back at Jessica and Alex, stared at the for a moment, and turned her gaze back to Nik. She honestly wouldn't mind leaving at this moment... She knew Nik. They were practically friends. He was dating her fellow cheerleader.

Fiona could say nothing at this point. She simply nodded slowly at Nik and stood beside the boy as he wished everyone good luck. Making sure that she had her duffel bag and weapon, Fiona turned around and followed after Nik. Her thoughts were elsewhere, but she couldn't push Nik's words from her mind: "We know who dd this, and we have to stop them." Did Fiona really have the strength to stop Omar? Did she possess the strength to kill him... a fellow classmate? This was a lot to think about.

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