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Life's a Beach; Open (Especially for killers who're up for a chase scene)
Topic Started: Oct 12 2010, 06:41 AM (3,249 Views)
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((It's time for some people in this here thread.))

((Michelle O'Cain continued from The start of something truly absurd.))

She was getting tired of this. Tired of running around trying to find people she'd be willing to work with in this hellhole of a game when instead she would find people who just didn't understand what it meant to have a strategy for this game. It was kill or be killed in Survival of the Fittest and the last two announcements only helped confirm that fact. She wondered how many of those names were of people she had met before. She recognized Walker-Luther at least, and while she didn't take joy in the fact that the other girl was now dead, she did feel a bit of satisfaction that she had survived and the other girl had not. She might have been conceited, but Michelle knew that she definitely had a chance to win the game...the opportunities were just not dropping on her lap, however.

For the past day and a half, she had been wandering the island. Her first move after leaving the Keys was to retrieve the bag she had left in the swamp. Luckily for her, no one else had taken it and she needed the rations, however awful they were. Any port in a storm and the food helped quiet the rumbling in her stomach and even raised her spirits just a bit...enough for her to try to get into the mindset of actually playing the game. It was tough at first...at the Key she was really only trying to get herself a weapon that would be useful for her. A gun was definitely a killing instrument. So was a crowbar, really, but the iron bar was way too unfamiliar in her hands and it would probably become a liability as its main use was bludgeoning and she...well, she really only knew how to stab at things.

But now...now she really was in the game to win it. She had no desire to be one of the many names that Danya rattled off every morning. She wanted to go home and if killing people was the only possible way of doing that? Then she would do it. She would not kill for joy or for pleasure...simply because it had to be done. Her mind often drifted back to the history books she had read, wondering what the famous Chinese strategist, Zhuge Liang, would have done in this situation. She grinned to herself. 'Probably would have found a way off the island without killing...and would have survived too.'

But despite her resolve, despite the cold, hard steel of the crowbar in her hand, she hadn't gotten any luck. Maybe it was the hand of God moving to prevent another soul from indulging in the sin of murder or maybe it was just that goddamn Murphy's Law. Either way, she didn't expect her luck to change when she found herself strolling along the beach. She didn't expect to see a pink tent propped up on some rocks with someone peering inside it like some sort of weird carnival attraction. 'Huh...odd.'

She also heard the distinct sounds of someone singing, but she couldn't pinpoint its location. As such, she put that out of her mind and went towards the closest target, namely the person just standing outside the tent. She didn't know what she should do...she didn't see any sign of a weapon, but all she really could see was the person's back. Michelle wanted to attack...wanted to strike first before anything could go wrong, but she didn't know all the cards in this game. And if she knew nothing about the situation besides her own role in it, she was screwed.

So she decided to play nice instead. Fake it. There was no need to attack the person now...after all, there could be other people inside the tent. "Hey!" She walked up to the stranger, keeping the crowbar loose and unthreatening in her right hand. "What's going on here? Is everything okay?"
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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'What the hell did I do to her?' Michelle thought to herself as she was brought up short by the girl's abrupt reply. Her fingers tightened around her crowbar and she was almost tempted to smack the girl across the head as some sort of righteous revenge. She let the anger bleed out of her instead though, just sighing and giving a shrug. If the guy in the tent really DID have a gun, now was no time to begin hostilities. "What did you want me to do? Just slink up like some sort of thief and mumble "Hello" like some sort of slasher villain? At least I advertised my presence so you'd, you know, know I was coming."

'It's not like all those other times I've tried to hide have helped in the least either.'

She sighed again and shook her head. "Sorry...I'm kind of in a bad mood. Name's Michelle O'Cain. I'll try to keep things peaceful then."

And then, out of nowhere, came a quiet "Hello?" and Michelle couldn't help but freak a bit, thoughts of somehow summoning some horror movie killer flashing through her head. Whirling to face the sound, she saw a short girl some distance away and she let out a sigh of relief. It was quickly followed by a flush of embarrassment and she couldn't help but kick at the ground irritably. 'Keep it together, Michelle. You aren't going to win this game if you let every little thing turn you inside out. You don't want to be like the guy in the girly tent.'

'How am I supposed to reply to that, though?' Michelle thought to herself, but that particular question was solved by Aston. She gave her own "Hello" as well and then went back to thinking. 'What am I going to do now? Three other people...the boy might bolt if I tried to attack and Hello Girl might do the same but...no, I probably shouldn't. Play it safe for now, Michelle...play it safe. Maybe you can pick up some allies. If not, maybe see if you can isolate one of 'em. Maybe Aston...she seems like the most confident and intelligent one out of this pack. If she's gone...'
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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Faria Young - Generals of Elysium (The Waterfront)
Annabelle Summers - Where Is My Muse? (Lunch Room)

"And who the hell came up with this play?! "Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet" ...Dude, THEY ALL DIE!"

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(OOC: Knocking out of Marty approved by Fioriboy.)

'Could the great strategists and commanders of the world have predicted this? Could Erwin Rommel, Zhuge Liang, Sima Yi, Mitsunari Ishida, Ulysses S. Grant, George S. Patton, and Heinz Guderian put their collective minds together and figure out how the fuck everything went to shit here? Because there is no way in hell I will ever piece together this puzzle in all the years...or days in this case, that I have remaining alive.'

The thought just drifted though Michelle's mind as what seemed to be a peaceful scene with a hopefully stable group just exploded in her face. The new girl seemed smart enough...at least she wasn't begging or bawling her eyes out and being an overly useless wreck. She would have said something back to her if it wasn't for the pansy-ass inside his tent suddenly losing his shit and unzipping the tent flap. Screaming at them about how they were in SotF and people were dying around them, Michelle listened to his rant with growing irritation and anger, wanting to shut the fucking idiot up. If they weren't already in enough danger, the little shithole was probably going to call every single killer in a three-mile radius over to this location.

She would have just slammed her crowbar into the side of his head then and there, but his rant only triggered replies from the other two girls and it was then that Michelle simply found herself at a loss of things to do. The new girl seemed to go the "Aww, it's okay, dear~" route of mothering the frightened little bastard, although her expression was in contrast to her words. And Aston, woo boy, Aston decided to just let it rip. She stood there in a stunned sort of daze as Aston screamed out all of her frustrations on the boy and then decided to kick the goddamn tent away.

It wasn't her leg strength that Michelle was concerned about though. It was the gun that Aston had whipped out of her bag that caught her attention. 'Perhaps it's a good thing I didn't attack earlier after all...she's gone crazy now though. No way to safely get that gun away from her without trying to kill her now and she's way too hyped up for anything like that to succeed. No...better keep playing it safe. And shut these idiots up.'

First things first, though. Tent boy had to be quiet lest he go on a return rant back at Aston. It was bad enough hearing the two of them buzz at each other like vultures and she didn't want this craziness to continue. She tightened her fingers around her crowbar, a dangerous look on her face as she screamed, "Everyone, shut the fuck up and calm down!"

She punctuated her words by swinging the flat edge of her crowbar right into the side of the boy's head, a dull thud ringing out as the boy collapsed senseless to the ground. Breathing heavily, she quickly turned the weapon to Aston, her eyes narrowed. "I didn't want him to keep spewing out shit, so I thought it would be best if he took a little nap. I don't regret hitting him. So are you going to calm down now or do you want to add your name to the list of Danya's killers, huh? If you don't, drop the goddamn gun so we can all just sit down, cool our feet, and make sure none of us die here."
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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Faria Young - Generals of Elysium (The Waterfront)
Annabelle Summers - Where Is My Muse? (Lunch Room)

"And who the hell came up with this play?! "Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet" ...Dude, THEY ALL DIE!"

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'How did it come to this? Hah, well that's easy actually. I hit the prick in the head. That's how all this shit happened.' Michelle thought to herself, beginning to think that she maybe shouldn't have resorted to violence. That was always the problem with hindsight, but in the end, the whiner wasn't screaming his throat out and she could have some moments of peace. She still didn't regret it. Regrets were for people who wanted to stare in the past and right now she had to stare straight forward. Straight forward into the gun muzzle that was wavering in front of her. It was kind of ironic that she had been looking so hard for a gun to call her own and now two of them, two, were pointed at her right now.

She wondered what would happen if they shot. She'd die, of course, another hapless loser in the game that Danya had whipped up for them. The chick or the dude would get congratulated by Danya over the radio and he'd have a couple of chortles before life moved on. And that would be it. Her impact on the island would be hitting someone across the head and dying as a result of it. A sliver of fear wormed its way into her heart. She would die unknown, unloved, and be nothing more than a bullet point in the annals of history. She didn't want that. She wanted to be remembered for something. Isn't that why people existed? To do something with their life. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but dying here wasn't it.

She had been called unmotivated. She couldn't even begin to count the times she had heard her parents say that it was okay to get a C or B, just as long as it wasn't failing, it was okay. She remembered her teachers telling her that she could really be something...really be a top star at school if she just put more effort into her work instead of just slapdashing it together and turning it in late or at the last minute.

Well, that was it. She'd have to stop being lazy. Fear was a powerful motivator. There was fear for her life, of course, but it paled in comparison to the realization that she really could die here. She had hit Marty because it had been the laziest, the easiest, method of shutting him up. Quick, painless for her, and all it took was one simple swing. And look where it brought her. Near death with nothing to show for it besides repeated failures at trying to gain something for herself. It was time for this to stop.

It would take planning...planning many moves in advance, much like the chess players she had seen in when she had walked in one of the club rooms. She had to plan for the future, not just the present and that...that would take effort. Effort she wasn't normally used to giving and effort she had very little drive to commit to an endeavor that would most likely end in her death anyway. But as long as she could accomplish something, whether it be a kill, an escape, or even protecting someone's life, she'd be fine with dying.

And so, when everyone around her screamed at her to drop her weapon, she simply did. The crowbar clattered down onto the rocks and she kept her arms at her side, not daring to move. She breathed softly, calmly, ignoring the pounding in her chest. 'Would they really shoot if I hadn't dropped it? Who cares? Better start planning if I wanna get out of this alive. What to do first...well, find a way out of this mess. I'm not staying here for much longer, that's true. Unless I can find some way to persuade them but...'

"There, I dropped it. Are you still going to shoot?"
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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Faria Young - Generals of Elysium (The Waterfront)
Annabelle Summers - Where Is My Muse? (Lunch Room)

"And who the hell came up with this play?! "Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet" ...Dude, THEY ALL DIE!"

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(Sorry, skipping to get out of dangerzone cause yeah.)

Well, she was alive.

That was really the only good thing that came out of this new endeavor of hers. That new kid, crying about Marty this and Marty that, gathered the unconscious kid and just ran off, giving a sort of invite to the rest of the people gathered around here to meet up. And then the bitch with the gun came up to her and took that damn crowbar away. Michelle said nothing, just scowled as her only weapon was taken away from her. She then ran off as well, following the new kid and also tossing off some sort of passive-aggressive invite.

Of course she was going to follow along. If she still had her crowbar, sure, she might have just gone somewhere else, but there was no way in hell she was going to go back to being alone with even a weapon. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, running after the gun chick to whatever their new destination would be. She'd find a way to get her crowbar back, no problem. Maybe even get one of those guns too. She'd find a way.

It was a minor setback but hey, she was still alive.

(( Michelle O'Cain continued elsewhere. ))
Edited by Tythanin, Nov 12 2010, 04:40 PM.
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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Faria Young - Generals of Elysium (The Waterfront)
Annabelle Summers - Where Is My Muse? (Lunch Room)

"And who the hell came up with this play?! "Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet" ...Dude, THEY ALL DIE!"

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