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Topic Started: Oct 1 2010, 04:09 AM (5,015 Views)
Brackie
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((Clio Gabriella fine appearance in Act 4 continues now in Act 5...))

She wasn't one to judge them, but the game was changing, like an embryo under a microscope that knew it was being watched. The classmates she once knew and feared were nothing like their old selves, but she wasn't sure that was what she was worried about, or if it was what made her decision so easy. Her former decision, that was. It wasn't long until she had to make up her mind for real, only one more sleep. Maybe she would dream about them again, or maybe it would turn out that the whole thing wasn't real, she'd stopped killing for nothing. She'd been sinking instead of moving forward. But the sinking feeling was turning into something else. Regret? Shame? Daytime had been wasted by her trying to figure that out.

But it wasn't time for that. Sleep was a definite priority.

Behind one of the many trees that littered the landscape, a camera would have recorded Clio Gabriella, who would be the islands top killer at that point in time, losing only to a psycho lesbian ice skater and tying with many others. This girl certainly looked the part. Her hair was a mess, unlike the calm graceful persona it usually represented, all nice and...nice like. Her purple streaks had collided with her black, to create a splodgy ink look on the front of her head. Her skirt was torn after she took a tumble to avoid a group of people who looked armed, scratching the inside of her thigh in the process. It wasn't bad, not extremely painful, but it was something to get concerned over. And her stomach was a different story altogether. Not turbulancing itself like she expect, but...it was something else, having to merely exist on bread and water was something that she knew was going to do hazardous work on her body if she had to live on them for a long time, but she so missed being able to come home and have something free to drink from the fridge.

While she stepped through a particularly wet patch of grass, the dew collecting there for the night, she smiled, her cheeks still wet from the strenuous amount of time she spent crying throughout the day. Not from sadness, god knows she had experienced enough of that to fill several lifetimes, but of shock. Who knew that one little incident could be so traumatising enough to respark the whole bucket of emotions that was Clio?...So she smiled. It wouldn't be long until she'd be able to walk through her door, silently, and actually get a bottle of orange soda, kept on the second shelf just for her after keeping her grades up.

It...wasn't something she was even sure would actually happen again, to be perfectly honest with herself. She knew that the fact she was armed, dangerous, and had a taboo to her name was indicative factors that she still had a fighting chance, but...it was the incident with Teo that really counter-sparked this. She was armed, no doubt, but that could easily be taken away (and it wasn't that hard really, seeing as it had happened almost 5 times already); she was dangerous, granted, and that could just as easily be taken away like her gun; the taboo on her name...it wasn't so much a mark of fear as a target on her back. Supposing someone wanted to off players, she would probably be an easy target to a group of people, rather than having people run away from her.

All this was distracting her from her real mission. Find some shelter, and sleep.

Taking out her flashlight from her bag, the cool metalic feel embracing her palm, she started to look around the mountain; there had to be a cave around here, or somewhere she could hide, just for the night.

The incline started to even out, become less treacherous; it became a bit easier to see now. The light reached out its claws to the darkness, and...in the brief distance, there lay a body before him. Unlike most of the other bodies she'd come across, this one seemed to be alive. She didn't recognise him from a distance, like so many of her classmates, but she wasn't about to take any chances.

Non-dominant hand in her bag, wrapped carefully around her Walther, she spoke into the night before her.

"Hello?" Clio asked raspily, her voice still crackily and uneven from her encounters and current condition.

She didn't know what she was in for at this time of night.
Edited by Brackie, Oct 7 2010, 09:20 AM.
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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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Brackie
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Before she could get a word in to whoever was laying on that hill, she heard someone. It wasn't too far away, really, it even seemed to be on the same slope. So instead of continuing in her attempt at contact with the mysterious laying figure, she put her hand over her flashlight, and followed the voices.

And then, as she lay in the darkness like a cat in the night, she heard it all.

The two fellow students talking about the game.

The plan.

The attempt at "saving hundreds of lives".

...no. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO! If...If he does that he's going to...going to...KILL US. NO. YOU CAN'T. I'M...I'M STILL WAITING! IF....

Clio's hand clenched tight, so very very tight on the torch. It was feeling so...

This wasn't being a killer anymore. This wasn't playing her selfish little game. This was just for her survival now. If this kid even attempted it, it was an attempt against her life, her wellbeing, her slim attempt at trying to get off this island alive. If he wanted to end it all, just so...just so they could think towards the future and...no...no...NO.

Clio's usual anxious smile had vanished completely. Instead, it was replaced with a wide eyed show of terror. This wasn't supposed to happen.

And that was the first sign of what she knew, from years of therapy, was known as a relapse.

Soon, the flashlight was absent of the hand covering the globe, the gun was taken out of the bag, and, lodged in her left hand opposite her torch, she was suddenly a violently shaking, crying apparition who appeared out of nowhere.

"Wha-what are you...y-you want us to die here? You-you'd rather everyone we-we know to die? Ho-How can you say that?! How-how-HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU SAY THAT?! Y-Y-Y-NO!...You're not going to do it are you, really? You're just joking, right? R-Right? I...you..."

Clio finished her stammering to notice the other person on the scene. Turning her gun, she started to blurt out towards them.

"You-you're not going to do this, are you? Tell me, are you?...ARE YOU?"
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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

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When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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Brackie
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((Sorry for the one-liner, but I'm holding up TDS's death as it is))

Clio, gun in hand and torch discarded into her bag, followed them down the mountain. They were not going to be responsible for her death just because they wanted to die with a clean moral slate.

((Clio Gabriella has not finished yet. Read all about her in Fight or Flight, where you see what happens. Cause it's next.))
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When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

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