Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Survival of the Fittest, a RPing board loosely based off of Koshun Takami's Battle Royale, with its own unique plot and spin on the 'deadly game'. We've been around quite a while, and are now in our thirteenth year, so don't worry about us going anywhere any time soon!

If you're a newcomer and interested in joining, then please make sure you check out the rules. You may also want to read the FAQ, introduce yourself and stop by the chat to meet some of our members. If you're still not quite sure where to start, then we have a great New Member's Guide with a lot of useful information about getting going. Don't hesitate to PM a member of staff (they have purple usernames) if you have any questions about SOTF and how to get started!

Let the games begin!

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Dirty
Topic Started: Sep 26 2010, 02:12 PM (3,283 Views)
Danorum
Member Avatar
Using <3 as a punctuation mark since 2012 <3
[ * ]
((Deidre Paul continued from Somewhere That's Green))

Shit was a word that seemed appropriate for both Deidre's situation and her surrondings. The musk of the swamp was more than a little overpowering, almost gagging her with every whiff of air. The watery mud climbing up her boots assured her she hadn't sniffed the last of this God-forsaken wasteland. What kind of idiot would purposely wander in here anyw-

"Oh my God!"

Every moment she had been awake she had hoped for either one of two things: One, she'd wake up from this horrible nightmare and be back home, eating waffles with her mom, reading the sports page of the newspaper and complaining about how badly the Twins are doing this year; or two, meeting up with someone she knew.

The swamp had settled for number two, it seemed, as there was Brock Mason, the tall, somewhat hunky football player and legendary dumbass. Deidre knew him, as the two had somewhat bonded through their failures. If there was one person she could trust to not outwit her, it was definitely him.

Deciding to make her presence known with a tactful and upbeat "Brock Mason, ya stupid piece of shit!", she headed his way, rather thankful that the water closer to him was lower. Standing near him - smiling, panting, sweaty, smelly and scared - she had never been happier in her life.
<3
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Danorum
Member Avatar
Using <3 as a punctuation mark since 2012 <3
[ * ]
Deidre was so happy she almost forgot she was knee deep in swampy muck. "Man, this is great! Just like old times, only with more crazy people and murder, right?" She was trying her best to keep a brave face in front of Brock. If he knew how scared she was, he'd definitely think less of her when she died...

No, don't think like that. You're not gonna die. You'll find a way out, and you and Brock, and even that crazy Jennifer chick will all get out of here and back home.


As happy as she was to see Brock, she was just as unhappy to see an unfamiliar face, armed with some sharp... thing? Whatever. He and weepy over there weren't doing a very good job at keeping face. The situation would have been understandable, had the names from the announcements been anything but faceless. Ignoring the two unknowns - a tactic she was used to in math class - she resumed talking to Brock. "So um... I guess 'how are you doing?' isn't the best question to ask in this situation..." This was getting more and more awkward. "I'm... sorry about Tony. You guys played together, right?"

Tony Russo. That was a name she knew only because Brock had mentioned him a few times. In fact, most of the students she knew were athletes. Ultimately, this could have worked to her advantage, had she ever conceived the idea of gathering the strongest students of Bayview into one supergroup to save her ass. But it never, so that doesn't matter!

"So priority number one should be getting out of the swamp, huh?"
<3
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Danorum
Member Avatar
Using <3 as a punctuation mark since 2012 <3
[ * ]
It was stupidity. No, it was merely desperation. One of those things definitely lead young Deidre Paul, talented athlete of Bayview Secondary School, to an early grave.

As Brock headed away from the group, Deidre immediately turned towards the others of her group. Nobodies. Just like most everyone else she's seen so far. If she was any less of a person, she'd bash their heads in right now, while Brock wasn't looking. The swampy gas would mask the smell of blood, and if she played it right, the only thing being bloodied would be her bat, which was easily replaceable. Hell, what's-his-face's sharp thing would've been a helluva lot better.

Thankfully, Deidre wasn't that kind of person. She was the kind of person to shy away from new faces. She was the kind of person who thought for moments, rather than periods. She was the kind of person who kept cookies her mom made her in her backpack. She'd get to those later.

"It looks more shallow this way," she remarked, looking away from Brock, and his magnificently sculpted ass.

She really wanted to get out of that swamp and away from what's-his-face and no-name-guy. So stupid, so desperate.

Sick of carrying her baseball bat of terror, she stuck it in her backpack, the top of it sticking up past her head. It felt sorta like having a horn, y'know, to intimidate predators? Only it grew out of her back and was made of wood and nail. A casual, apathetic "seeya" was her final spoken word.

---

Out of sight, out of mind. She was sure she could see either of those two boys anymore, which was good riddance to bad company, as far as she cared. As long as she could still catch up to Brock, she'd be completely fine.

The swamp somehow smelled worse without Brock.

The water was rising. 'More shallow this way' my ass! She never really trusted her judgement. It always made her do stupid things.

Like die.

The mud was even goopier here than it was when she first entered. She could hardly walk without struggling each step. But she had been walking for so long; the way out had to be around here somewhere. She couldn't just turn around and say "Oh well," not when she was sure how close she was to leaving this damn swamp.

Shit.

Her right leg sunk in the mud. Really far. And of course, a simple tug wouldn't do, as it did for some of her previous sinks. No, she jerked around like a madwoman.

Just, wriggling and writhing in the muddy deep.

Hard.

Really hard.

So hard that her bat had clunked into her skull, nail first.

This was, of course, met with a look of utter shock, pain, and perplexity. Why didn't I stick the damn thing upside-down? Why is this happening to me of all people? I do good! I leave people alone!

Why is... why is everything spinning?


With that, she collapsed, head first, into the swamp she dreaded so much. She was definitely stuck - the muddy bindings grabbing both arms she used to catch herself. The worst part, she thought, was that she was just barely under; not that it mattered - under just a bit was still under. The smell was a lot worse when it drained through her nostrils and into her lungs, filling up with murky marsh water. She felt like puking, screaming, crying; all at the same time.

But she didn't do any of that.

She just simply died.

G054, Deidre Paul - DECEASED
<3
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
DealsFor.me - The best sales, coupons, and discounts for you
« Previous Topic · The Swamp · Next Topic »
Add Reply