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Topic Started: Oct 6 2010, 06:39 PM (3,337 Views)
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((Rosa Fiametta continued from One of Three))

Rosa hadn't covered a whole lot of ground, so far as she could tell (and she wasn't the best at reading maps), and it was beginning to gnaw at her. She might've been in shape, but she was hardly an athlete. The soccer team had picked her up for one or two games, wondering if she was as good as her sister, but had soon found the answer to be, well... that she wasn't. So far as that sport went, Frankie was on another level, but then, Rosa hadn't been surprised to find that out, and really, she hadn't really been too concerned. It wasn't about being good for her, it was a matter of fitness, and maybe having a bit of fun. Letting loose, that was for... other times. Anyway, fact was, Rosa wasn't moving fast, and that was setting her on edge.

She didn't have time to waste dawdling. She'd already spent long enough with that nonesense back at the cottage, too busy sitting around feeling sorry for herself to even think about what kinds of trouble Ily and Frankie could be in. Rosa's first thoughts weren't usually for her siblings, but in this situation, it seemed utterly appalling that they hadn't been. They'd been on family, or more accurately, a particular family member. Bitterly, Rosa wondered whether Junior was hoping for some miraculous intervention, or was just rooting for Ilario to win the whole thing. That'd be a badge of honour to brag about for his favourite, huh?

"Fuck Junior," Rosa spat sullenly as she trudged through the undergrowth. She pulled up and looked around her for a few moments. She couldn't see any at that particular moment, but she knew that there had to be cameras around. Rosa smirked. "Yeah, you hear that Junior? I said fuck you."

Oddly, that actually made her feel a little better.

Rosa continued walking, but forced her thoughts from the gnawing knot of anxiety that was eating away at her. What was she going to do if she ran into somebody hostile? It wasn't as if she was holding hidden knockout power in her hands, or could bluff her way through a confrontation by brandishing a weapon around. Rosa's 'weapons' weren't anything you could use in a fight. Handy? She supposed they were, but Rosa had a feeling that she'd be feeling a lot more comfortable had she drawn something a little more substantial. She didn't think she'd have liked carrying a gun around, but it would've made for much better security. Although having said that, a weapon in the Fiametta's hands could have made the standoff with Vera far worse...

Urgh, stop chasing it in circles. What'd better keep us all safe? Walkie talkies, or a gun? Yeah exactly.

So... what was there she could do? Running seemed like the most attractive proposition. Rosa was pretty fleet of foot, and if somebody came upon her for example in these very woods, she didn't expect she'd have much trouble losing them. The trouble with that particular tactic came with situations like had come up in the station. Namely, what if she was cornered? Being quick on your feet didn't help if the only place you had to run into was a corner.

At length, the Fiametta stopped and heaved a long sigh. There was always... one thing that she could try. One resource that she had at her disposal. One that Rosa had exploited many times in the past before shying away from the distress it had inevitably caused. An advantage she had that, well, she plainly didn't want to consider using. ...Except it didn't seem as if she had much of a choice but to make it an option. If it meant it could bring her closer to finding Ily and Frankie, or hell save her own hide, then... the sacrifice would have to be made.

Goddammit. ...Right, let's make this quick.

Rosa dumped both of her bags on the ground at the base of a tree trunk and began rooting through the duffle, searching through the possessions they'd allowed her to keep to get what she was after. Namely, her clothes. Sifting through the disorganised pile of tops, jeans, skirts and occasional item of underwear, the Fiametta began to pick out individual articles of clothing, attempting to pick out an outfit for herself. This took a couple of minutes, although Rosa picked out just two pieces (after deciding against a few choices). Laid out before Rosa on the forest floor was a white tank top (with a bright pink, stylised broken heart design across the front) and a faded grey denim mini skirt.

She smiled, a little wistfully.

"Welcome back, Rosa," she murmured to herself.
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Rosa was just about to start changing when there was a commotion nearby, causing her to jump about a foot in the air (and rapidly pull her shirt back down from her midriff). Rosa got a brief glimpse of somebody darting behind a tree, following a dismayed squeak, her eyes following the flash of motion to a set of bags that were very conspicious alongside the individual's hiding place. Were it not for the little yelp, then Rosa would have booked it immediately. As it was, the sound gave her pause.

A little scream like that wasn't the type of sound somebody made when they were trying to sneak up on you, or were trying to take you out. Not unless they had some kind of mastermind, but it wasn't as if Rosa was the type of target somebody would need much guille to take on. Whoever the other person was (and it had to be a girl), they had sounded genuinely scared. Not surprising, really, there were still thrills running down Rosa's spine from her initial shock. Even the thought of encountering another person - well, that wasn't either of the people she was looking for, was enough to set her pulse raising.

Either? You forget real quickly, Rosa.

Felicia... her... girlfriend? One night stand partner? Fuckbuddy? It'd been too soon since prom night, not long enough to really get her bearings about where all of that was going. Still, Rosa reflected, it didn't bode well for the relationship that it had taken her so long to even think about the other girl. All apologies to Felicia, but Ilario and Frankie were the first priorities.

But now wasn't the time to be thinking about that.

Rosa raised an eyebrow as the girl spoke up in a tremulous voice. Annoyingly, in spite of her poking her head around the side of the tree, the Fiametta couldn't recognise her. Short, brown haired, but... Rosa couldn't place her. There was something of a familiarity, but no name was forthcoming. She didn't suppose it mattered too much, this hell hole wasn't the type of place to be getting offended about someone not knowing your name. Although Rosa probably wouldn't have given a damn about it anywhere else either, at that...

"...Alright then," said Rosa in reply to the other. "I don't own the woods or anything, I'm not about to tell you to fuck off," the Fiametta looked back to her clothes, bit her lip, thinking. The girl seemed safe enough, with that tremor in her voice, and really, since when had Rosa been bothered about how other people had seen her?

Since... a little while back. I guess...

"Hey, uh... I'm going to be changing in a second. So if you find it embarrassing, don't look."

Thus satisfied, Rosa stripped off her jeans quickly, leaving them in a heap on the ground. Her soccer jersey followed onto the pile and for a few seconds, Rosa was standing in her underwear before she donned the skirt. The Fiametta reached for the tank top, then paused for a few moments, an idea occurring to her. If she was going to... well... take advantage of what she had, maybe it would be best to go all the way.

Not like I haven't done it in the past... Course, then I wasn't on TV...

"Might as well just do it quick then..." Rosa muttered to herself, reaching around her back awkwardly to unclasp her bra. As she was doing that she crouched and grabbed the tanktop, such that she could avoid being exposed for long. The undergarment falling free, Rosa pulled the top on, then looked back to where the other girl had been.

"Done," she said matter-of-factly.
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As the other girl (dammit, Rosa still couldn't place her name and it was on the tip of her tongue) emerged from behind the tree, Rosa got a slight sense of her being a little unsettled. Perhaps it was because the girl wasn't sure of Rosa's motive, perhaps it was because of the switching up of Rosa's attire. Either way, Rosa wasn't much interested, since A was just common sense, whilst B somewhat superfluous. As the brunette approached, in fact, the Fiametta was far more concerned about making sure her outfit was in place. She was certainly showing a lot of skin, although that was the point. Hopefully there wouldn't be any cool breezes at inopportune moments, though....

Soon enough, the other girl introduced herself. Madelaine (good thing Rosa hadn't hazarded a guess, her thought was 'Natalie'). She said she wasn't playing, which seemed to Rosa to be pretty much a given. Anybody introducing themselves AS a player was either an utter psycho or ridiculously confident. Words were just air, lying was easy. God knew Rosa had done it enough times in her life to be sure of that... In response, Rosa inclined her head slightly.

"Rosa. Fiametta. I'm not playing, just searching," Rosa gave Madelaine a slightly hopeful look. "Don't suppose you happen to have seen my brother or sister, have you?"

As she spoke, Rosa's brow furrowed. If her internal clock was right, morning of the third day on this island was quickly approaching. Soon enough, the announcements would be along. Perhaps it would be worthwhile recording the killers, maybe the dead, too, although that was less of a priority. It would be good to have a list of people to watch out for, though Rosa already had a few names of students she'd run for the hills if she saw. Mostly, of course, the worry was simple. What if the announcements came on, and one of the names called out belonged to one of her triplets? Another day gone by, another slew of chances for either Frankie or Ily to be killed...

Whilst awaiting Madelaine's reply, Rosa went back over to her pack, intending on rummaging through it to locate something to write down the information which she knew would soon be forthcoming. Bending over to the bag, the Fiametta couldn't help but smirk when she felt her skirt ride up the back of her legs. That was what it was there for, of course... although Madelaine probably wasn't the type to appreciate the view-

Rosa mentally slapped herself. Really, Rosa? If she can see it, then pretty much the world can. Think people will be interested to know you go in for hot pink for the underwear? Urgh. Such an idiot...
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Great, people.

After what had gone down at the cottage, Rosa really wasn't too thrilled at the idea of getting tangled up with another group. It had proven pretty damn clearly that when little bunches like that assembled, things went to hell in a handbasket fast. One person that Rosa wasn't sure about was hard enough to deal with, keeping her eyes on three wasn't exactly her idea of fun. Call her overly edgy, but there were only a couple of people that Rosa would have felt comfortable turning her back on at this juncture. Two of them shared her surname. Ily and Frankie... god, how were they dealing with this?

Perhaps the positive to seeing new people was potential information about Rosa's triplets (which reminded her that the new arrivals had forestalled Madelaine's reply...). All the same, the chances of that seemed relatively slim. Whatever they could tell her would probably be out of date anyway. Directions from others would only give her a vague location at best.

This new pair of guys, Rosa actually recognised, which she supposed was one pro of being such a socialite. Neither of the boys were really anything more than passing acquaintances, but at least she could put names to the faces. Rashid Hassan, Harun Kemal (who, for some reason, wouldn't look at her. Interesting). Still that was about all Rosa could bring to mind. She didn't know much of importance about them, which meant things remained ...guarded. Naturally, there was a world of difference between knowing somebody and being able to nod your head and saw they wouldn't stab you in the back or hurt you. That was something that Rosa knew from back home in Minnesota. Knives included.

Rosa was about to ask a wary question, but the announcement picked that moment to start up. Rosa's heart began to hammer, and as the sadistic host began to rattle off the list of those that had died on the second day, the Fiametta's ears strained. She hoped, prayed that she wouldn't hear...

Not Ilario or Frankie... please not Ilario or Frankie.

Except then, something more immediately pressing came up. The snickering voice of Danya referenced Madelaine Smith. Hoshit. The girl she was standing right next to was called Madelaine. It didn't take a master mathematician to put two and two together. She'd killed somebody, she was standing three feet away from a fucking killer with a fucking gun Rosa reacted in the most logical fashion her brain could come up with after a split second's thought. She wasn't hanging around to hear the excuse or the delaying tactic whilst Madelaine went for the gun, inch by inch. Rosa swore, spun around and scooped up both duffle and daypack, heading off into the woods at a flat out sprint, abandoning the scene altogether. She felt the vaguest tinge of regret at bailing on Rashid and Hassan, but not as much, Rosa imagined, as she'd have felt if she got herself shot.

Sorry boys... but you're the distraction. ...Best of luck.

((Rosa continued in How to Win Friends and Influence People))
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