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Wind in the Willow
Topic Started: Nov 17 2010, 06:29 PM (3,885 Views)
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((Marty J. Lovett and Joshua Krakowski continued from Life's a Beach))

Jesus... Who'd of thought finding a place to chillax would be so damn HARD?

Joshua Krakowski hadn't a clue just how long he'd been walking for with Marty slung over his back. It felt as if it had been three, four, or maybe even five hours since they'd left the beach. And as of yet, Joshua just couldn't find anywhere worthwhile to take five.

He'd been hoping that they'd come across a building of some description, like a shack or something. Somewhere with a roof over their heads and maybe even a nice bed to rest on. God knows how much Joshua missed sleeping in one of those... With some fluffy pillows, a comfy duvet, the works. He'd cut his own arm off for a soft bed right about now.

Well, no point moping about it... God, I wonder how the others are doing?

He turned back to observe the others to see how they were doing. Weary and tired from the look of it... Come to think of it, so was he. Roofed Shelter or not, they had to find a spot to kick back and relax before somebody dropped dead from exhaustion.

*Sigh* Damn. I guess we could just...... Hey wait, what's that noise? It sounds like... A stream, of some sort.

Sure enough, it was a stream of some sort. A long, thin stream which suddenly blocked their path. The would-be rocker was about to consider trying to find a way around it, or maybe even wading through it when he spotted a large willow tree further along. One which seemed to provide both ample cover and a temporary place of refuge... PERFECT!

Motioning the others to follow, Joshua quickly made his way over to the tall willow and laid his friend gently at it's base, making sure to not let his head fall back and slam against the tree or something stupid like that. It'd be incredibly annoying for him to have gone all this way only for Marty to then break his neck because he hadn't been careful enough. He seemed fine now... Still out cold, but fine nevertheless. The fact that he was actually still alive was enough to put a smile on Joshua at that moment. He'd done it! He'd actually done it! He'd found Marty, alive and... Well, unconscious. But after hearing about Daniel Vaughan's horrific death on the first announcement Joshua was more then glad to know that Marty hadn't met a similarly horrific fate.

Still, now THAT problem was taken care of, all he had to do now was find out why his friend had been hit over the head with a crowbar in the first place. There had to be SOME reason as to why that girl (Michelle or somethin'?) would have done such a thing. Chances are, they probably freaked him out or something. Marty always was a bit skittish, especially around girls. And with all the crazy crap going on with the collars and everything, it wouldn't of taken much to cause the poor guy to panic...

Anyway, better start asking some questions.

He stood up from where he'd laid Marty and turned to the others, scratching his head as he considered what to ask them.

"Hey, uh, sorry about freakin' out earlier. Its just I... Lost some good friends of mine the other day." He said, the memories of the announcement and the tragic events surrounding it returning briefly to haunt him. "So I was kinda worried when I saw Marty get hit over the head and everything... What exactly happened back there anyway?"
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((Jake Crimson continued from Morning Comes Slowly))

Jake felt like utter shit. Combat boots and leather pants are not conducive to walking long distances on a hot day. He had spent almost the entire third day of his stay on the island walking, after spending most of Day 2 unconscious. He had no way of knowing this, of course. He had no clue how long he was out, and had lost all track of time. As far as he knew, he was still there. And still fucked.

It was an endless sequence of walking, resting, coughing, and drinking water. And occasional pissing. He was pretty sure most trees on the island hated him now.

So it was Day 4 when he finally managed to find rest. Another forest, almost exactly like the one he woke up in, but slightly different. He caught a sound he recognized only from movies and TV. He had never heard it before in real life, being a city boy. But he knew it when he heard it.

Running water.

He practically jogged toward the sound, kept off-balance by a cinderblock in one hand, a duffel bag over his chest, and an evil jackhammer in his skull. So it was more of a coordinated stumble.

He found it. A nice, clear stream of actual running water. Not that stagnant crap he awoke in on the first day. He fell to his knees, splashing water on his face. The cool liquid felt amazing on his body, the most refreshing thing in life.

Of course, every good moment has to be ruined. And this one was ruined by talking.

Jake suddenly had a VERY bad flashback to the last time he ended up around a group of people. Someone got his head blown off. Literally, contrary to the common metaphorical use. And then he spotted movement by a willow tree about ten yards away, on the opposite side of the bank.

He had what could only be described as a freakout retreat. Abandoning his gray weapon/mortal enemy by the bank, he scrambled for cover. He found it in a nearby bush, which happened to look quite similar to the one he had left two days ago. He practically dove behind the shrubbery, rolling onto his side as the daypack he stupidly left around his torso threw him off balance.

Fucking A, who's going to get shot now?
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((Aston Bennett continues from Life's a Beach))

So for the last...what, day or so, Aston took it upon herself to have some extra responsibility.

Watch the girl.

She'd already proved herself quite the dangerous person to be around, what with her little action back at the beach, and even without her weapon, which Aston now hoisted in her left hand, she was still someone she needed to watch. This proved quite difficult, because despite her protests, the boy carrying Marty didn't stop once. So her so-called master security plan against the multi-haired girl was reduced to "look over her shoulder every so often to check if she's got shifty eyes".

Still, at least she had another weapon, that was an infinite plus.

At last, long last, they stopped near a stream. Letting out a sigh of relief, Aston jogged towards the water and, dropping everything she carried on the bank behind her, dunked her head into the shallow water. Clenching her eyes shut (she didn't need to be blind this early in the game) she soaked her fraying hair in the stream for almost a minute.

One minute was up.

Lifting her head out of the water, she glanced at her belongings again. Still untouched. She shook her head a little bit dry, and walked back to her belongings. Piling everything into her bag, and throwing Marty's bag over her shoulder, she took it upon herself to try and spike her hair again. Ever since her wash at the stream a little while before she met these guys, it was falling apart. Aston ran her fingers through her hair and sought out solitary groups of curling hairs to clump together into a spike. As she noticed the boy laying his friend down, she tried to make one particular curl stick up.

After about five seconds, it fell to the wayside and, grunting in frustration, Aston gave up.

So then the questions started rolling from the rocker guy. What had happened to them to make them start to turn on the small boy in front of them?

Well, Aston was up, so she answered before the rest of them.

"Yeah, everyone freaked out a bit. Your friend there freaked out, then I just...got a little stressed and yeah, when I get stressed, I get angry, and I tend to get a bit excessive when I'm angry. I think I lost your friend's tent as well. And then..." Aston turned her head to Michelle, and her glare at her was almost like icy daggers ripping through a sheet "This girl decided to shut him up by knocking him out. I suppose you saw that bit, so I don't think I need to explain any more."

Sticking her tounge out of the side of her mouth just a bit, she looked around Joshua to the small short-haired boy laying on the tree trunk.

"I hope your friends okay. I don't think that hit over the head did him any good. He could probably have a concussion if we're lucky, or some brain damage. It's not like a cartoon or anything, he's not gonna brush this off easily. If we're not lucky..." Aston avoided the rocker's gaze for the next sentence "There's a chance he might not wake up at all."

Yes, she was being rather melodramatic, but she had to take a bit of charge here. She'd seen first hand the effects of such an assault on the head, though not on humans, so if she could just get a look at him...

"Do you mind...if I have a look at him? Just to check the extent of the bruising and damage and stuff?"
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((Anna Chase continued from Life's A Beach))

Why was she doing this...



Chase had been sluggish this entire time, partly due to being tired and hungry, and because of all the drama she had been put through lately. She tried her best to persevere, but sometimes she would kind of trip on her own feet, only to hoist herself back up again.

She didn't even know why she kept following them. They were probably batshit and would kill each other at a moment's notice. God, she really couldn't trust anyone here, could she? She was probably alone. Dawne and Jon were dead. Rekka was probably scared out of his wits at best, and Brendan was probably spazzing out elsewhere. Come to think of it, what about Erik? Oh god, she didn't want to have to fight him too. She didn't want Erik to die too. She didn't even remember about him. And yet he was here. He was here, and she didn't even know him that well, so she couldn't even picture how he'd react or what he was going through. She knew Brendan would be upset if one day he... was gone. Brendan didn't deserve that. Erik was a good man from what she could tell, and they seemed happy together. She hoped they found each other, or maybe if they found her.

Did she want them to find her, though? Did she want to have to deal with that one big question that would inevitably come up if she ever found them? She wanted to know if they were safe, but then there was the issue of...

No, don't think about that.

Erik and Brendan were fine. They had to be. Maybe they would have better luck than her. Maybe.

Ever since the beach, Chase had become particularly jumpy. Ever since she realized just how many people were stressed out and most likely crazy, even the sound of her own footsteps made her nervous. For the longest time, she would stare at Marty and Retro-Guy, and then back at the two other girls. To be honest, she was surprised they lasted this long without violence erupting again. It seemed mostly quiet, melancholy even. Like death. Or what happens when a machine is turned off for the first time in a while. Or an abandoned library. Or an abandoned schoolyard.

A stream. A stream? Yes, a stream. Nearby them. It babbled so noisily. Now that she thought of it, there was something soothing about water. She hadn't been able to enjoy the beach, that she just remembered. But hearing the soft murmurs of the stream slightly comforted her.

Retro Guy found a place to put Marty, it seemed. As of right now, they were under what appeared to be a willow tree. Here? Well, willow trees grew by water, that she knew. Just where in the world were they, though? An island, yes, but a fairground? Bears? Willow trees?

As he beckoned to them, Chase ran forward, hoping to get to them before the other two did. Dear god, who knew what those two would do in particular. Sure, Spiky Head took the other girl's weapon, but that meant she had two now.

She didn't expect to stay with the group for much longer. Just to check on Marty, see if he's alright, and go on her way. Who knew what Retro-Guy and Marty would do if they attacked her? She was more worried about the other two, but she was still paranoid about the girls.

As she stepped towards the boys, she could see the girl with the spiky hair approaching. Though it wasn't as spiky as before. It seemed wet... what the hell was she doing? Taking her head for a nice little dunk? To be honest, that only reminded her that she hadn't even changed her clothes in days, and they were starting to itch.

She babbled on about being angry and doing stupid things. Then again, this was the same girl who said she was going to live because she had a gun. That wasn't anger, was it? That was insanity, even if temporary. And that other girl was bad news, too. If she really wanted the argument to end, she could have just gone for Spiky Head.

And yet, because of her words, she knew that the other girl wasn't going to react so well. She didn't have a weapon this time, but who knew?

Chase stepped towards the willow tree and ran her hand against the bark, then knocked on it with her knuckles. She gazed at it, looking at it like she had never seen a tree before. After a while, she buried her head against it. But as the other girl rambled on about how he might not wake up and how she should inspect him for bruises, Chase lifted her head off the bark and said what was on her mind just a few seconds ago.

"Hey... doesn't willow bark contain a major ingredient of aspirin? If he wakes up and has head pain and no one has painkillers we could..."

She paused.

"Actually, it sounds stupid..." she muttered, mostly to herself.

Seriously, scrapping random trees for medicinal effects that could do anything, including poison? Yeah, that was stupid. Chase was no expert on plants and how they work on the body. So she shouldn't try that.

Crouching down to get a better look at Marty, she asked "Do you think he's... he's alright?"

As the other girl had pointed out, unconsciousness usually meant brain damage. There was a chance he was a goner. All to shut him up... that girl might have killed him!
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((Michelle O'Cain continued from Life's A Beach))

'Fuck that bitch...if she didn't have my crowbar, I'd be somewhere else doing something that might actually matter.' Michelle thought bitterly to herself as she tromped along with the others to...wherever the kid was taking them. Jeremy something. The name had been said several times as they were walking, but Michelle was too busy trying to ignore the aching pains in her feet to really remember what his clusterfuck of a last name was. She sighed inwardly, wishing she hadn't lost her head back at the beach. Hindsight was always 20/20. She just wished her foresight was also 20/20 instead of non-existent.

If it was, maybe she wouldn't be in this intolerable situation. They had been trekking for hours straight with no chance of rest and Michelle was starting to get a little stir crazy again. But after what happened at the beach, she had no doubt that either Jeremy or Aston would just fill her full of lead if she made one wrong move. The bitch probably wanted to kill her right now if those frequent lookbacks were any indication. She was tempted to just reach out and throttle the other girl and scream, "No, I'm not going to be fucking killing anyone right now! I'm tired, I want to rest, and so far, nothing I've wanted to work has worked! So point your eyes to the front of the fucking path or else I'll rip them out and shove them up your ass!"

Probably something with a bit less profanity. But alas, that had to be relegated to the realms of fantasy. 'What a shame...I bet that'd feel good.'

At least she had the shade to be thankful for. Nice, cool shade.

And, to use a tired phrase, a babbling brook. Despite her situation, Michelle couldn't help but be cheered by the fact that there was water nearby. It probably wasn't all that safe, but just having a natural source of water was probably an advantage most other students didn't have at the moment.

Good things apparently came in threes, because it was at this point that Jeremy finally decided that walking was for squares and stopped, placing his friend on the ground. And then came the question that she had been expecting. Namely what had happened to cause the whole goddamn situation in the first place. She kept her mouth shut, biting on her lower lip as she decided to let the others explain first. She didn't know if he'd believe a single thing she said...but if any of the others decided to color her in a more than unfavorable light, she wasn't going to be happy.

Aston began first and Michelle could only snort as she heard the other girl's explanation. 'A little stressed? I guess Danya is just a little evil and this is all some sort of little game that kids play when they're bored. You were freaking the fuck out as well, girl, and you were the one waving your fucking gun around the place.'

Michelle returned Aston's glare with full force, folding her arms as she narrowed her eyes. A brief flare of anger ran through her body as she heard Aston act all doctor-like, putting the somber soap opera lines to work as she offered to look at the unconscious kid. She grit her teeth, trying to calm herself down. 'Don't get pissed...don't last out. This is not the time. Save your anger. Savor it. Wait for an opportune time before unleashing it. There is a time and place for everything. She'll get hers, no doubt...'

The other girl suggested using willow bark as some sort of aspirin before immediately realizing just how dumb that sounded and crouching next to Marty. She also voiced concern over his status and Michelle bit her lower lip again. 'Come on. I don't think I hit him that hard...ugh...'

She hated getting painted as the villain...even though she was technically the villain. She still didn't regret hitting him. If it resulted in his death...then that was it. Marty simply had been unlucky enough to be caught in a situation caused by his own freaking out. And frankly, judging from his attitude, some other killer on the island, 'Maybe Maxwell or Sarah', would have made a show of him instead.

"Looks like it's my turn." Michelle said in a steady voice, turning her attention to Jeremy. "I came across your friend and her on the beach. I was curious to see what was going on, so I approached them. Your friend, to put it lightly, freaked out and started yelling and screaming at us. And Aston, as she so lightly puts it, 'got a little stressed', and started to wave her gun around and scream about how she would be alive because she had a gun. I was caught between two screaming little children and overreacted and hit your friend on the head with the crowbar."

"So that's it." She finished, her expression serious. "It was a mistake. I was angry and I wanted people to calm down, so I lashed out and hit the person closest to me. And that's when you came across us."

She looked away, a sigh escaping from her lips. "If it means anything, I hope your friend is okay and I wasn't trying to kill him."
"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)
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(Rachel Gettys continued from Going Round in Circles)

Unlike many who traveled the island, Rachel's rest last evening had been somewhat peaceful, barring the occasional twinge of pain from her leg, for her safety had been assured. Just two days now, two days and two nights precisely, until she and her hundreds of disciples showed their backs to this wretched island. All that she needed now was the hundreds of disciples, and they would come, whether slowly or swiftly.

Well, and who might these people be?

Speaking of disciples, as she journeyed through the woods, she spotted a gathering of people afar off. She recognized quite a few of them, and she suspected they would do likewise the instant that she came into view. She wondered whether or not they had heard the announcements, but it was merely a fleeting curiosity, as it really did not matter whether or not they learned of her recent actions. She would merely let them know that the limey git had been interfering with the Lord's work, and that would be sufficient for any thinking man. If not...

Rachel's grip on the end of her improvised walking stick tightened as she drew herself into view. As she approached, she saw a man lying unconscious, and being attended to by others in the group. She heard brief snatches of conversation, though they were too faint to understand, but from what she understood, somebody had struck Marty Lovett unconscious in order to...she did not know. Perhaps she would learn by inquiring further.

"What happened here?" she asked, making a point to conceal her hobbling as much as she could. "Is this man dead?" No sense in letting them know that she had overheard anything. She would determine for herself who among this group was worthy of trust and who wasn't before she revealed her vision.
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((Ben Powell continued from So What Do We Do Now?))

I think you've lost her.
I have not.
Seriously, dangerzone. I'm surprised you're still following actual prints, much less a group of them. It's definatly a different group.
Shut the hell up and keep walking.

Cracking his neck, Ben Powell marched on. He'd been following Chase for a day now. The only reason he was still doing it was because... OK, so there wasn't a real reason anymore except for the promise he'd made. She'd probably had forgotten about it anyway or something. At least she wasn't on the death tally, as well as Jacob and the others. He had lost track of them too, come to think of it. Jacob running off was still stuck in his head, the shot to the girlfriends chest, the blood. All etched in. He wanted to forget it. Never think of it again. So why was it still there, lingering at the back of his mind?

Because we could be next.

With a sigh, Ben kicked a rock and swore softly. Couldn't think like that. That path only led to destruction. As long as he was still breathing, he was going to do something with this. Anything. Right? Yeah. Right. Noticing the ringing in his left ear, he cracked his jaw, trying to pop his ear. Got to remain sane. Got to-

Voices?

Oh shit, yes.

Spinning around, he started to walk off the path, into the wood area, hiking over fallen logs. Definatly people. Talking. And water, if he wasn't mistaken. Oh, ears, you wonderful things, lemmie give you a hug. Grinning, he stepped out into the open, onto the side of a small stream, and on the other side...

"Oh, mate, what a party."

Giving a grin, Ben saluted at the group, before giving a frown at their apparent lack of acknowledgement of him. It was almost as if they were transfixed on... the body on the floor... Shit. Running over the creek, he started to take off his backpack. "FIRST AID, DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE?!"

You forgot the girl.
"Oh, and hey Anna."
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The would-be rocker listened with great interest as Aston began to explain what had led them to hit Marty over the head like that.

As it turned out, Joshua's guess about what had happened was more-or-less right on the money. Marty got scared, everyone began to panic, and before any of them knew it BAM! Somebody decided to take things into their own hands and shut the poor guy up. He began to feel somewhat embarrassed as he recalled how he had reacted to the situation by running in and waving a gun (Well, a small crossbow pistol thingy anyway) around like some lunatic. He was actually kind of surprised things hadn't gotten worse after his little overreaction.

"Yeah, I can see that happening actually... Marty always was a bit jumpy whenever he's worried about something. He's a good guy most of the time, y'know? Its just he tends to get a little... I dunno, paranoid whenever things get rough..."

She then began to go on about the possible aftereffects of the injury inflicted against his friend. Which, from the sound of things, weren't so good... Joshua wasn't exactly sure what the exactly happened when somebody had a concussion. They get a bit dizzy, maybe suffer from amnesia... Something like that? She then also noted the possibility of brain damage, which caused Joshua to gulp in fear. He remembered hearing about this kid in one of the earlier games who got hit over the head with a stick or something and ended up becoming a massive serial killer. Went on to kill several people before finally getting taken down by the top player. The idea of that kind of thing happening to Marty worried Joshua more then a little... Then again, the idea of Marty not waking up at all was something Joshua didn't even want to think about.

He paused for a moment to take all the information in before Aston began speaking again. "Do you mind...if I have a look at him? Just to check the extent of the bruising and damage and stuff?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Go right ahead..." he said, shifting out of the way to give Aston some room to do whatever she needed to do. Joshua couldn't really tell himself how bad the injury was. He didn't think Marty looked THAT bad, but then again he wasn't exactly the best person to ask for medical advice. Hell, he was probably the worst person on the entire island to ask for advice about pretty much anything medical related other then putting a plaster on someone.

The short goth girl (Anna something?) began to suggest the idea of using willow bark to help out Marty, only to then immediately dismiss the idea as being silly. Which was a shame, because Joshua was actually beginning to like the idea of using the tree to their advantage. It would have been worth a shot anyway...

"Do you think he's... he's alright?"

Joshua shrugged. "I... I dunno man. I ain't a doctor or anything. I HOPE he's alright and stuff, but like you said. He might be suffering from brain damage or somethin' from all I know..." he replied, turning and referring to Aston. In all honesty, the idea of Marty being permanently changed chilled Joshua right to the bone. He couldn't imagine what life would be like if his best friend in the world became some kind of deranged maniac just because some bitch decided to whack him over the head with a frickin' crowbar.

Speaking of bitches, Michelle began to explain what had happened from her perspective. He didn't really hear anything he hadn't already picked up from Aston, but from the sound of things Michelle seemed at the very least to regret having done what she did. At least, Joshua ASSUMED she regretted doing it. She never outwardly admitted it...

"Nah, its cool... Can't say I really blame you" he joked, trying to inject some humour into the sombre situation. "Its this island man. This fuckin' island... It messes with your head, y'know? Makes people do things. TERRIBLE things. Like, killing people and torturing 'em and stuff... Jesus, who'd of thought anyone back at Bayview would have the balls to DO such a thing? Hell if I know... Hell if I know...

"What happened here?"

The hell?!?

"Is this man dead?"

The would-be rocker turned his attention to the newly arrived figure. Namely the (in)famous Rachel Gettys. Joshua remembered her back at Bayview... Always going around preaching Christianity like it was going out of style or something. Being something of a mix between being agnostic and Jewish, Joshua himself never really understood what the whole fuss was about. So what if not everyone believed in the same religion, or any religion whatsoever. Its not they're harming anyone... Besides, if god DID exists, Joshua was sure that he wouldn't be that picky when it came to deciding who goes to heaven or whatever.

This of course, was all irrelevant at that point in time. And whilst Joshua was surprised at Rachel's appearance, he couldn't help but have a feeling that something wasn't quite right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something at the back of his head told him that he'd heard Rachel's name being mentioned at some point in the past... Maybe one of the girls mentioned it in a conversation or something?

"Hey Rachel. Uh, no, he's just kinda unconscious at the moment..." He replied, not particularly sure how to react to her sudden arrival. And before Joshua even knew it, ANOTHER person popped out of the bloom and started offering assistance. In a cool Australian accent as well.

Wow... What the heck are the chances that TWO people came across her hiding place at the same time? Seriously though, its actually kinda creepin' me out...

Not knowing how to react to the new arrivals, all Joshua would muster up was an awkward "Uh..." in reply to the Aussie running across the steam in his direction.
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And then, he saw it.

The cinderblock.

In his haste to hide from the various kids from his high school who may or may not be inclined to kill him, Jake had made the leap into the bush with his daypack, but sans weapon. His assigned chunk of stone was currently smugly sitting by the babbling brook, staring at him.

Unfortunately, despite all the problems the cinderblock had caused him, Jake had to get it. It was the only weapon he had aside from his combat boots, and he didn't feel like tugging them off every time he got into combat. Without that little block of masonry, he was defenseless.

And so, in one of the more risky decisions he made that day, he flattened himself to the grass and began shuffling on his belly, aiming to get to his weapon as quietly and quickly as possible before the party by the tree saw him.
Characters for v4

Christopher Carlson: B052
Weapons: Brass knuckles


Jake Crimson: B084 (Adopted)
Weapons: Cinderblock

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i love him, i love him, i love him, i love him
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And so the little tall tales started to build up around her.

That little action back at the beach, the one she only did because she was stressed, mind you, was now become the most damning piece of evidence against her. The only two other people there, the only ones that should have understood what she was going through back there, were obviously not that appreciative of the fact that she happened to think she was better than them. Of course, she closed her eyes once the bitch who tried to kill the guy stopped rambling on. No need to actually take that stuff in. She instead walked past the boy with the...rather handsome face, come to think of it...and examined the boy lain down at the trunk of the large willow tree.

First, the vitals. The boy's head was tilted forward, away from the tree. Sighing at how much the other guy didn't know, she tilted his head back so that his airway wasn't closed off. She saw it in a movie once. A girl knocked out in a car crash wasn't breathing, and the only problem was that her head was hung forward, and all it took was one person with common sense enough to know that it was blocking off her air supply.

Honestly, civilization crumbled when she wasn't around.

Moving back his sleeves, she checked his pulse. It was pretty light, but still maintained its steady beat. Tha-bump, Tha-bump, Tha-bump. That was even better. Next, she checked the brusing on the back of the boy's head.

Now here was where she was confused. She didn't share show it, but she hadn't the slightest idea what she was doing here. She couldn't tell if he was only going to get a bruise, if his skull was cracked, if he'd suffered a concussion, if he was braindead...he couldn't die like this, could he? The last thing he would have seen was her, being a psycopath. That wouldn't bode well for her conscience.

She felt his head, feeling her fingers through the small amount of hair on his skull, and found the growing lump. It wasn't wet, good, and it wasn't throbbing, probably better. It wasn't bleeding at all, which she made sure of...now she didn't know what to do, despite the fact she had a focused look on her face and gave off an aura of knowledge.

Suddenly, without any warning, more people started to show up on the scene. There was an Australian boy, who seemed to know Chase, and promptly rode into the scene on a firey horse and upstaged her by having the littlest bit of first aid knowledge.

"Oh, uh, hey there. Guy got hit over the head by a crowbar, he's been out cold for a while," Aston started, before realising there was someone else on the scene as well. Moving away from the boy now, she headed closer to her bags to get a bit of bread. She'd been a bit hungry on the long hike, and now was time to chow down. Looking up as she approached her bags, she saw that religious girl from GODSpeed at Bayview, Rachel Gett-

!!!

"Moving right along, we had Theo Behr take a dirt nap, with Rachel Gettys being the one to put him to bed. God probably told her to do it or something."

Tenth to buy the farm was Edward Belmont, who invoked the wrath of god in the form of Rachel Gettys and took a rock to the head for his trouble."

Oh. Shit.


In the moments that followed in which Aston recognized the crazed woman standing in front of her, she didn't give off a signal that she was troubled by this appearance. Acting lessons, she had none, but it was more like containing a silent impulse. Part of her wanted to turn vigilante, take her out now, save them all from the trouble. Meanwhile, the other part was telling her to keep calm, pick up her bags, turn around, drop them closer to the body, and walk right over the the guy and cross her arms.

Which is what she did.

"Uh, yeah, no one's dead here Rachel," Aston said, before slightly closing her mouth, moving her tongue, and speaking out of the corner of her mouth.

"That's Rachel Gettys. She's killed. Twice. We're all in fucking danger here. Get everyone to move away quickly, and I'll stay and hold her off. If you wanna stay here, you can, you have a gun of some sort and you look like you stand a hell of a better chance than the other two girls and your unconsious friend there."

Stopping momentarily, she commented again.

"Whatever they say, I'm not crazy by the way."
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The girl with dyed hair began telling her side of the story, pointing out that the other girl had been waving her gun around saying that she was going to live because she had a weapon. It was starting again, they were going to go into the "You suck, no you suck" mentality once more.

Sighing, Chase placed her head against the willow tree again. Retro-Guy seemed unsure, not knowing the answer to whether or not Marty was going to be okay. Just before she placed her head against the bark she could see Spiky-Head looking over him, moving his head around for a better look. Retro-Guy was rambling on about torture and killing and how people wouldn't do that back at Bayview.

A voice.

Chase lifted her head off the bark once more. Australian accent? That could be either Brendan... oh god, was he here? No, it didn't sound like him that much. She couldn't help but feel a small pang of disappointment once she quickly realized it. But, after looking at the source of the noise, she saw that it was that guy she met the other day. Ben, that was his name, right? He made it out okay. That was a relief. Though she was going to have to be just as careful with him like she was with the others now. She never actually saw him hurt anyone, but let's face it, a guy pointing a paintball gun at you isn't exactly a good way to meet someone.

But, she smiled at him. Just to be friendly. And the fact that he was still alive was, to be fair, actually kind of a relief.

However, those few seconds of relief quickly came to an end.

A new voice.

Oh no. She recognized that voice.

Chase turned her head and saw that her fears had been confirmed.

Rachel Gettys.

Now, Chase never knew her that well, but she knew one thing; she wasn't at all a nice person. She wasn't simply just cruel, either; she used God as an excuse to be cruel. Her so-called religion and the fact that she was wealthy made her see everyone else as lowly, apparently.

She was pretty sure that she had killed too, didn't she? Her name had been on the announcements, that she could vaguely remember. Obviously, if she wasn't dead and talking to them, that meant one other possibility, and it wasn't good.

Oh, and for bonus points? Chase was pretty much everything that her so-called "God" would have nightmares over.

She clenched one hand as her heart started to race again.

And it wasn't as if Rachel was alone, either. She could see some guy... crawling on the ground like an army commando for some reason? At first she thought he was with Rachel, but he honestly didn't look like the type to hang around her. Wait a second... wasn't it that Jake Crimson guy? That sounded like a silly name, but what the hell was he doing? He definitely wasn't with Rachel, though.

Chase opened and closed her mouth, trying to figure out what to say. Oh god, what were Rachel and Jake doing here? Were they attracted by the noise?

Retro-Guy and Spiky-Head seemed to attempt to handle it, though, mostly by saying he was just hurt. Then again, Rachel might react by putting a bullet in his head like in those old war movies. Chase furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what to do.

Spiky-Head started to whisper to them. Saying that Rachel was most definitely psycho. Saying that she wasn't crazy. Saying that she and the other girl didn't seem like someone who could defend themselves.

So that was it.

She was pathetic.

She didn't have any weapons, or any survival skills, or charisma, or intelligence. She was just... a crybaby. That's it. All she did while she was on the island was cry. Crying made her look weak, and she didn't like it. When Nancy showed up? All she did was cry and struggle as she was being dragged away. And when Rasputin showed up? Crying and hiding, both times. She only sat there when they were having that argument on the beach, too. She wasn't a hero. She couldn't defend herself. She was quite literally worthless. She couldn't even do something about Rachel.

Could she?

What could she do, though?

What answers were there?

It wasn't as if she had any ways to help...

But she had to do something. She wasn't going to be weak once more. Now was her chance, if ever, to actually be strong. She could do something if she really could, wasn't she? She wasn't that useless, right?

That's when it hit her. She could easily find a reason for them to leave the area without Rachel and Jake suspecting anything. Just have them come up with a reason to leave quietly, and move on to someplace safer. No fighting was necessary now. Sure, it was still running away, but it was something at the very least.

And finally, Chase found out what she wanted to say.

"Hey guys..." she spoke, her voice coming out hesitantly. "Maybe we could like... put water over his head or something? There's a str-stream nearby, so perhaps... maybe we could go further upstream and... I dunno, put water on him? Perhaps that would wake him up."

She turned to walk in the other direction, but looked over her shoulder. "It's worth a shot?"

God, she hoped they got the cue to leave. That girl made it pretty clear, after all, that it wasn't a good idea to stay around Rachel. She just gave them an excuse to leave without raising any eyebrows.

But what if Rachel followed them?

What to do then?

Well, deal with leaving first.
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'What is this, some sort of convention? What's next? Is Danya himfuckingself going to show up to ask about the unconscious kid?' Michelle thought bitterly to herself as two others showed up. One was some guy yelling about first aid who seemed to know the scared chick, which was perfectly fine and just another cherry to top of the bitch of a time she'd been having so far. The other, though...the other was definitely someone to watch. She definitely recognized the other girl...Rachel Gettys, the preacher around school who managed to be way more annoying in one minute than Michelle would have thought possible. Michelle herself was Christian, but the way Rachel carried on bothered her.

But that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that Rachel was a known killer on the island. 'Thank...heh, god, that I was paying attention during the announcements. Shit...and here I am without a weapon. Goddammit, if only I had my crowbar still with me...' She ground her teeth together, quickly taking a glance at the others to see if they had made the connection. Joshua didn't seem to connect anything but...'Heh.

The right side of her lips curved into a thin smile as she saw Aston react and move closer to Joshua. It was better than nothing, she supposed...and Aston did have a gun, so if Rachel decided to add to her kill count, she wouldn't be alive for much longer. And it seemed like Anna recognized Rachel as well...at least in terms of "What an asshole". 'There's no way this is going to turn out like at the beach, is it? Naaah...couldn't be.'

Michelle kept her place, though, once again wishing she hadn't lost her weapon as she kept her gaze fixated on Rachel. One wrong move...one wrong move and...well, Michelle wasn't sure what she would do next, but death was not in the picture. "No...like Aston said, he's just unconscious. No one's dead. We're trying to keep it that way..."

"Anyway uh...Anna's got a good idea. I'll help take the bo-Marty, because it was my fault he got in this mess..." She trailed off as she walked next to Marty, passing by Aston as she did so. Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "Gimme my crowbar. Just in case. You know as well as I do that Rachel is crazy...it's best to have a backup plan. Just in case."
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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All the murmuring and double talk that came from this group did not surprise Rachel. They were hypocrites, all of them, pretending to be friendly while simultaneously plotting mischief amongst themselves. They would find a special place in purgatory when their time came, but for now, they deserved the truth. What they did with it was their own business, but it was Rachel's solemn duty to proclaim the good news wherever it was needed. And these people needed it. That was certain.

"You people and your mutterings," she said, shaking her head in silent amusement. "I come not to kill, but to save, so you can relax." Her smile widened a little. "Though I must say, chastising someone for defending oneself is very low of you all. Would you rather that I had stood there and let those two men kill me? You would have probably called them murderers as well, and shunned them like the little hypocrites that you are."

Hobbling a little to the side to allow herself some distance from the man with the pistol crossbow, she continued, "But I am not here today to lecture you on morality. Instead, I would ask you to join me, as I am preparing to leave this island, and it would trouble me greatly were even one of you to remain behind when I am taken up to Heaven." She corrected herself a little when it came to people like Marty Lovett, but didn't voice her reason for excluding him out loud. "I regret to say that when I first told this to Mr. Belmont, he tried to kill me, and told me that my faith was false. But I assure you, this is very real. You must follow me, if you want to live."

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"Crowbar. To the head." Giving a very loud swear, he got out the first aid kit and had a look at the guy. No visible cuts, only a bit of swelling. Maybe something inside broken, but you don't touch that, you call 911 and get him upright with air.

The problem was that 911 wouldn't work here.

"Maybe we could like... put water over his head or something?" asked Chase. Not a bad idea. Would slow the bruising and swelling or something like that. Powell nodded quickly. "Good. That would work well."

At the mention of defending from Rachel, he gave a sudden jolt. "Oh jeez, where's Alex. I told him he could tag along if he could drop the chainsaw..." Twirling around, he swore. "Damni-"

Leave the island?

"Wait, woah. Leave the island? How? Collars are tamper-proof, remember?" Glancing at the man on the ground, he quickly thought. "Look, you have a plan? I don't care what you've done, I'll follow if you know what you're doing."
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"That's Rachel Gettys. She's killed. Twice. We're all in fucking danger here. Get everyone to move away quickly, and I'll stay and hold her off. If you wanna stay here, you can, you have a gun of some sort and you look like you stand a hell of a better chance than the other two girls and your unconsious friend there."

Joshua almost froze on the spot. It wasn't until that point that he remembered where he had heard Rachel's name being mentioned... Namely twice during the announcements as the killer of Theo Behr and Edward Belmont.

Oh jeez... Okay, stay calm Josh. She doesn't seem to be tryin' to kill anyone JUST yet. Probably best to keep it that way...

The others began to whisper to one another, Anna suggesting to take Marty upstream whilst Michelle asked Aston if she could have her crowbar back. Whilst Joshua nodded his approval for Anna's suggestion, he couldn't help but notice that Rachel was observing them the whole time...

"Psst, guys. I think she's watching us..."

"You people and your mutterings, I come not to kill, but to save, so you can relax."

The living anachronism almost jumped in fear after hearing that, half-expecting her to strike at any second. Which she didn't of course. If anything, she seemed to be a lot saner then he first realised. If anything, Joshua was beginning to suspect that he might of been wrong about her after all.

Sure, she's a little bitchy now and again, but that doesn't mean she's an instant psycho or anything!

Then she began a speech about they were going to get off the island via Heaven... Or, something along those lines.

...Nope, I was right the first time. She's nuttier then a fruitcake. Figures...

He gave Ben a funny look when he began to speak to Rachel as if he didn't already take the hint that she had a screw loose. Maybe he was pretending to believe what she was saying in order to get on her good side? That made a lot of sense actually... Humouring her and playing along so that she doesn't try to get all divine retribution on their asses.

Then again, maybe Ben Powell was just being an idiot. Either way made sense.

"Uh, yeah! That sounds great Sarah, I mean, Rachel! But um... Me an' the girls already kinda have a plan of escape ourselves. Thanks for the offer though! I mean, REALLY thanks!" the wannabe rocker said, putting on the cheesiest smile he could handle given the situation. It wasn't often that he came face to face with a complete psychopath who'd committed blatant murder on more then one occasion. Sure, he saw R.J shoot a girl in the chest, but that was different. R.J was acting out of self defence, which Joshua saw personally... Rachel, on the other hand, only claimed that she had done her kills out of self-defence. And considering that she 'defended' herself twice in a row, Joshua was more then a little sceptical.

Oh, don't forget to wink!

Sure enough, he turned his head to Aston and the others and gave a 'subtle' wink.

Jesus, where's the goddamn Batman when you really need him!
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Jake's hands wrapped around the warm, gritty, rough surface of his weapon. The weapon that seemed to almost smile smugly at him, as if it was trying to convince him to do something stupid just to save it.

He darted back into the bush, faster than he darted out, cinderblock tucked under his arm. Did they see me? God, I hope they didn't see me. FUUUUUUUU-

He looked back at the tree. They didn't see him.

Hm.

It looked like they were all too focused on one person in particular to notice an internet prankster clomping around in his giant boots just down the stream. Lucky son of a bitch, he was!

Am I hearing things?

He shrugged. A thought for another day, when his head wasn't trying to pound loud enough to cause a tsunami in Asia. He checked to make sure the coast was clear, that nobody was trying to sneak up behind him and take his head off with hedge clippers, then bolted as fast as he could without falling over and vomiting.

((Jake Crimson continued in Selfish))
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She felt so wonderful, even briefly. Joshua seemed to believe her, and right on queue, the others started to react to the little whispers she put out. The goth girl, Anna, suggested taking him down to the water to "wake him up". Course, Aston didn't know how that would work. Thing was, she only worked at an animal shelter, recognised a few little things here and there. If someone could probably work out every little thing she couldn't manage, then...she could probably get the group out of this!

...what the hell? Was she...was she about to become a leader here? Nah, that couldn't be her, she was way too good to be stuck with these guys until...wait, could she?

Well, didn't have time to make that decision, really, since Rachel, certified nutball, decided she was going to start her stupid religious ramblings. It made absolutely no sense. Aston knew fuck-all about Christianity, but what she did know was that it wasn't whatever Rachel fucking Gettys was rambling on about. Wasn't it supposed to be about being nice people? She'd never fit in there regardless, but still, what the hell happened to the girl's head to make her think like that?

Oh, also, the bitch wanted her crowbar back.

Everyone muttered, or even said something. Anna stuck by her suggestion. Michelle supported it. Michelle wanted her weapon back. Ben was being an idiot. The boy who thought he was so clever and couldn't be seen in the background scurried away like a rat. And Joshua...well, he was being rather helpful.

He was speaking to her, Rachel, getting down on her level. Escape plan, really, they had none, but they did have something more than she had. They had...

Well, she had a gun.

Catching Joshua's eye, she nodded slightly and returned the wink quickly.

"Okay, so...you, and you," Aston pointed to Anna and Michelle "You get Marty here downstream so we can...wake him up, yeah. Oh, if he does wake up, you can give him some bread as well," leaning down, but still keeping Rachel in her line of sight, she retrieved a portion of bread and kept it in view for Rachel to see. No point in making her think they were gonna try something. No matter how armed they were, she was still as crazy as a loon, so keeping her unawares was focal.

She also needed to be unaware of the long, metal bar that she slid across the damp grass towards Michelle. That was something she knew would be paramount in making sure this all turned out okayer than okay. If Michelle tried anything - again - then Aston could just stop her right then and there.

Turning to the Australian boy, she still kept Rachel in the slimmest part of her peripheral vision, but spoke only to him.

"Okay, so-"

Her hand slipped to her side.

"-you know first aid, do you not?"

A brief flick towards their enemy.

"You should probably go with them-"

The index twirled around in a circle. 4 times.

"-make sure they're okay-"

A small vertical slicing motion. Back. Forth. 3 times.

"-and make sure the guy doesn't do anything crazy if...when, he wakes up."

A small flicker of a grin.

Turning back to Rachel now, she placed her hands on her hips.

"And, yeah, my friend-" Aston's voice broke momentarily there. Friend? Yeahno. "-is right. We kinda already have something planned, so if you don't mind, we'll...be working on that! Yeah!" Aston...smiled.

Okay, never doing that again.

This was something much better than her original plan. Stay and hold her off? She didn't really have much faith in how smart her allies were if she didn't think that they were capable of reacting to danger. They were...helpful, to say the least.
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Rachel proceeded to ramble on about escaping and saving people and defending herself. Wait, so she knew a way off? Rachel Gettys, the meaniehead religious freak, knew how to escape?

... Nope. Apparently "leaving the island" translates to "going to Heaven".

As Rachel rambled on, Chase couldn't help but silently make the sign of the cross over her chest. If she was God, she would be having a conniption fit over this, right now. Seriously. By the sound of things, she had been going around preaching to people and killing them if they didn't listen to her. Go figure.

To make matters worse, Ben let Alex tag along apparently. He let Rasputin, someone who she had personally witnessed eviscerating someone with a chainsaw, come follow them. He said that he made him lose it, but that still didn't mean that he wasn't going to find another way to kill someone. He could steal a weapon or something. Heck, he looked like the type to able to break someone's neck with his bare hands, tiny little girls especially.

Oh, and to add a cherry to this oh-so-charming sundae?

Ben didn't realize what the hell Rachel was talking about. He thought that she genuinely had an escape plan, like SADD or whatever was that thing that Jon had told her about once. She didn't. She meant "saving them from their horrible, sin-filled lives". She didn't flat out say it, but the subtext, that little implication, was there. But what if Rachel had something planned to them to genuinely escape? Well, better safe than sorry, right?

Better safe than...

Chase put both hands to her face, and started trembling again. Oh god, she was screwed, wasn't she? Screwed screwed screwed to hell and back. It didn't help that she was still tired and hungry, as well.

Well, thankfully, Retro-Guy and Spiky-Head were taking care of things. Retro-Guy said that they already had an escape plan in mind, and Spiky-Head started telling them to take Marty downstream and wake him up. As she moved her hands away, she saw her pull out a piece of bread. Bread... oh god. Even though it looked stale, to Chase it looked like a medieval feast. Her mouth started to water at the very sight of it. It had indeed been a while since she had eaten, and for a few seconds her stomach started to lightly growl, as if in anticipation of the bread. It was Marty's though, apparently, which meant she couldn't have it.

Everyone was in agreement that they do the water thing, though, even if only in an attempt to get away from Rachel. Spiky-Head started to give instructions to Ben, telling him that he should go with them and make sure nothing happens. Looking closely, Chase noticed she was gesturing towards Rachael, as if trying to tell him that she was out of her gourd.

As dyed hair girl started to approach Marty, Chase stepped forward. "Uh... here. Lemme help you get him."

With that, she attempted to lift Marty up. Oh god, he was heavy! Sure, he wasn't as big as some of the other boys at Bayview, but he was still bigger than her, like most of the people she knew. Combined with the bag still on her shoulder, and needless to say, things were difficult. After a bit of fumbling, she could at least get him off the ground by hoisting his arm over her shoulders, allowing her to carry his weight a little easier. Even with that, though, she was going to need help, as she was probably going to drop him or literally drag him around, which was in no way going to help his condition. Hopefully dyed hair girl wasn't just going to leave her to carrying him around like this.

It was funny, wasn't it? Even with all the insanity around them, even as Chase thought they were maniacs, they were working together to not be killed by Rachel and to make sure Marty was alright. This was a major change compared to the beach, obviously. And of course, she simply wasn't crying and freaking out as much, and was actually doing something for once.

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Michelle wanted to say something to Rachel Gettys when she was going though her speech, but she was 100% certain that cursing out the other girl and calling her insane wouldn't lead to anything good. The whole thing about saving them reeked with self- importance and she didn't believe for a second that Rachel had ever truly acted in self-defense. It was possible, of course. She couldn't rule that Rachel really was a well-meaning young girl who had killed two people out of self-defense, but...that go to Heaven thing? No way. Uh uh. Everyone knew there were only two ways off of this island. Win the game or die trying. And the way Rachel mentioned Heaven made Michelle think that Rachel was considering the latter way of transporting everyone off.

'No thanks. I want to keep living and win. I'm just doing a horribly bad job at it so far. She thought wryly to herself. She hoped that the others were just as skeptical about the whole saving thing and mostly everyone didn't seem to buy into her act except for...one of the newcomers. Well, she wasn't going to tell him he was being an idiot for believing Rachel for the same reason she didn't just call Rachel an idiot. If he wanted to buy into it, then that was fine. His life was in his own hands.

Aston took charge of the situation, quickly assigning her and Anna to carry Marty downstream so they could attempt to wake him up. She didn't care about that. What she did care about was the fact that Aston was actually giving her back the crowbar. 'Yes, yes, yes. I have my weapon back. It's not a gun, but I have it. Perfect. Step one in this variable step plan complete. Perfect...still, better not make any dangerous moves. This whole thing is already dangerous enough. Just have to wait for a better time...'

"Yeah, sure." She replied, walking towards Marty. She lightly toed the crowbar across the ground as she did, making sure to have hit the middle of it as she did so. She slid it along slowly until it was next to Marty's legs and she bent down to grab both of his legs...along with the crowbar, which held close against his pants. Michelle hoped the whole thing passed by unnoticed by Rachel. 'Please don't see it, please don't see it.'

The other girl, Anna, took the other end and Michelle gave her a quick nod. "All right. Let's get him over there."
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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Annabelle Summers - Where Is My Muse? (Lunch Room)

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T'was refreshing to hear the words of respect emanating from the mouths of those gathered here, though it was clearly out of fear rather than a genuine fondness for Rachel's words. Let them think her crazy. Rachel was not crazy, and their attempts to avoid her would only hasten their own demise. Were they not stricken by fear, they perhaps may have seen that they were safest in her presence. After all, as she was invincible for the next two days, no harm would befall her or her followers. Such was the brilliant nature of prophecy, that those whom the prophecies mentioned could not logically perish until the time of their prophecy came to pass. Rachel could see that, so why had blindness descended upon them all?

Well, most of them, anyway. Though it was hard to discern whether or not he seriously meant his words, Ben Powell had expressed interest in hearing more of what Rachel had to say. Ignoring the furtive actions of the others, as they could not harm her no matter what they would do, she spoke directly to Ben and stated, "If you would wish to know more, follow me, and I will show you the way. As for the rest of you-" she swept them with a patronizing smirk, "-you are free to go about your business howsoever you please, but you cannot outrun the Lord's judgment. In two days, something wondrous will happen, and I fear that if you are not on His side...well, I do not know. Perhaps you shall have to see it firsthand."

As she was about to leave, she said to the group at large, "Stay alive, and may His blessings fall upon you." She only halfway meant it though. So far as she was concerned, the Lord could drop fire on top of every arrogant head assembled here. Perhaps double fire for some of them, though a single fireball would probably be enough. Hobbling off, she called backwards, "Stay or leave, Powell. It is time to decide on your path." What she needed was a weapon of some kind, a means by which she could force others to see her point of view. Speaking simply and calmly was insufficient, it seemed, and with the deadline imposed upon her, she had no time for delays caused by those who were unwilling to see the truth.

(Rachel Gettys continued elsewhere)
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Well, so far so good. Rachel wasn't trying to bash their brains in JUST yet. Which considering her kill count and mental state was probably a good sign...

Only problem now was that Joshua didn't really know what to do next.

Thankfully though, Aston seemed to have a much better grip on the situation then he did, ordering Michelle and Anne to take Marty downstream and away from Little Miss Wacko without even breaking a sweat. He would have objected to having his best friend moved without his permission if it wasn't for the fact that, well, to be honest he totally agreed with her. Plus, given the circumstances complaining over something as trivial as that would be a LITTLE stupid...

Man, wish I could order people around like that...

However, as his two companions picked his friend up, Rachel as it seemed decided to leave on her own accord anyway. After telling them that something wondrous(?) was about to happen in a couple of days first of course...

"Stay alive, and may His blessings fall upon you."

"Uh, yeah, seeya!" Joshua replied, waving goodbye to the disappearing figure of Rachel Gettys in the distance. Just smile and wave Josh... Just smile and wave.

.....Okay, she's gone.


"Phew! Man, that was a close one huh?" he said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he did so.

"I'm... Guessing this means we don't have to move Marty then? I mean, the occasional nutball aside, I kinda like it he-"

Uuugh...

The would-be rocker stopped mid-sentence, his heartbeat freezing as his ears picked up the undeniable noise of someone groaning. A weak, painful groan at that. Not wasting any time, his eyes quickly darted about the area for the cause of this noise, his crossbow pistol raised in case of some ambush. Aw crap, not again! Who is it this time?!? What if it's Sarah Atwell? Or that British dude Maxwell? Or... Oh god, what if it's a zombie! Holy shit, what if theres zombies on the island!?!

Wait, zombies don't exist... Right? Besides, that noise came from Marty's directio....


.............................................................


.....Marty? Is that...


Sure enough, the source of the groaning noise came from none other then his close friend and compadre Marty, who at that very moment was slowly but surely awaking from unconsciousness....

"Marty? MARTY!"

Joshua dropped his gun onto the floor as he rushed over to his friend's side, a wide and hopeful smile appearing on his face as tears began to swell in his eyes.

For the first time since he'd arrived, Joshua was beginning to feel lucky again.
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And then...she was gone.

Aston couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief at the departure of her first crazy encounter. Part of her, a little bit inside, just wished Rachel had stayed behind and attempted to kill them. It would have given her a good excuse to use her gun, a bit of excitement here and there. It would have been even more great if she'd even had to chance to do so without risking her life.

Oh well, she could wish all she wanted, but the fact remained...she did a good job.

If she said so herself, she thought that the two of them did a pretty good job of taking care of a perfectly dangerous threat to their lives.

At least Joshua seemed pretty certain that they did a good job. While he seemed content on celebrating, Aston was perfectly content on watch and making sure that Rachel was fully out of their line of sight before she broke open her metaphorical champagne. She watched, she waited as Joshua spoke, and...bam, gone.

Aston tried to smile, but really couldn't find the motivation to. She just realised, as Joshua lumbered over to his friend, that there was an unmistakable look of despair on that Ben Powell guy's face.

Swallowing, not really sure what to say, Aston just spoke what she thought.

"Look, I really dunno what you've been through, but trust me when I say that nothing good's gonna come from you following her. If you can't tell already, she's...she's gone, man, she's not making any sense. She's not gonna save you, she's not gonna be able to get you out of here, so, don't even think about it, okay?"

Fuck tact, she was just being practical. Glancing around at the scene unfolding beside her, she smirked, picked up Joshua's gun, and walked over to the scene as she left the Powell boy to decide what he wanted to decide. If he left, fuck him. If he stayed, he'd be of some use where she wasn't.

Walking around the group, she stopped behind the girl who now held her crowbar back again. Not even trying to beat around the bush with her, she pushed the tip of the gun into her back and whispered quietly to her only.

"She's gone now. Give back the crowbar. If you did so without making a scene, that would be great."
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Well, that was easy.

Rachel just calmly walked off, once again spouting some crazy religious nonsense of some kind. Saying that there was some kind of prophecy that was to be fulfilled in two days, and talking like some cliched anime or video game character. Maybe one who ran around with a sword, slicing and dicing into everything in her path, while praying to some evil god that needed sacrifices, human ones, the flesh and blood of man! She would then be killed by the hero and sacrificed to her own god.

Nah, that wasn't going to happen. This wasn't a video game, though she wished it was. Wished.

The other girl had grabbed Marty's legs, causing Chase to almost drop him and to rearrange how exactly she held him, so that two people could grab both ends. If there was one thing she did not want to do right now, it was to drop him. One, as noted it wouldn't help him at all. Second, that Retro-Guy might freak out if his friend was hurt again. She would too if- if-

Don't think about that. Don't think about them.

Marty's buddy started to comment that they should probably put him down since Rachel was gone now. Chase was about to respond, but suddenly a loud groan came out of nowhere. A quick glance down told her it was coming from Marty, and that he was starting to become more aware. He was awake? Or rather, just starting to?

A sad smile passed onto her face as his friend rushed to his side, tears on his face. It was good to see that Marty was just starting to wake up, and that he had a friend nearby. It was good indeed. And yet... it once again reminded Chase of her friends. She didn't want to think about it. She just didn't want to. And yet it came up in her mind every once in a while. She... kind of missed them already.

Within a few seconds, though, Chase snapped out of it.

"Hey... we should put him d-down so he doesn't think we're like... trying to rape him or something...." she said to the other girl holding him up.


And that's when it hit her.

That girl with the spiky hair gave it back to the girl with dyed hair.

The crowbar. She had it again.


Chase couldn't help but get worried again. Heck, worried? She knew what her having the crowbar meant. She saw everything. Every little thing on the beach. And just how that girl had attacked Marty just so he would stay silent. Chase had to admit, she did agree with her on some levels, but hurting Marty in a way that could kill him wasn't the way to go. They could have easily talked it over or something. And yet, she hurt Marty. He could die this way if they weren't careful.

Spiky-Head went on to ask for it back, after telling Ben not to follow Rachel. Now, Chase remembered her little rant about her gun and how they all lost their chance. So, either way, either one of them having it meant they were screwed. Either way, some potentially dangerous would have it.

And that's when it hit her.

"Hey... uh... girl with the pinkish hair? I... I c-could hold on to it for you and uh... Spiky-Head! Yeah! I could keep it on me for you t-two and then... uh... I'm n-not a player, trust me", she said.
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And then all of a sudden, Ben felt very wrong-footed.

How desperate are you?
I thought she was not that bad, a bit on the religious side-
Stop seeing the good in people and start seeing the fucked up part of them.
I don't want to do that, everyone's good-
You're a goddamn idiot. Sarah, Reiko, Clio, Max, they're not good anymore.
Reiko's still good.
Six kills.
Really?
I'm your brain. I've been counting every death off, telling you that the person who owned the locker three to your left just died, that the person that you borrowed that pen off of killed again. Get it together, man.
She said there was a way off the island.
She was lying. She doesn't know a way off this island except pulling the trigger on yourself and going to the next world. That's what she was on about.

"...thanks mate, Aston, whatever."

Slapping himself, he quickly tried to turn around and look at the scene before realising an important truth: he had no fucking idea what the hell was going on after all. Some guy was dying and being raped- no wait, that was... goddamnit, STOP BEING MUDDLED BRAIN. Stop trying to do two things at once. Whatever. Anyway, he got out a few bandages and started to think. Or rather, tried to think. His mind was more like mush than the usual quick self, and he still had this slight tripped up feeling, as though he had made the wrong decision.

"OK. Tell me what's injured again, and I'll fix it to the best of my ability."

He could still be useful.
Couldn't he?
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'Whoa, she's just leaving? Not going to do anything dangerous? ...Phew, that's good.' Michelle thought to herself, breathing a sigh of relief. Her relief was short-lived, however, as she felt the prod of a gun against her back and then that bitch Aston telling her to drop the crowbar. Michelle bit her bottom lip to restrain an angry scream, swearing to herself that she would rub Aston's life out with her own hands through whatever means. Not like she could do it now without getting shot multiple times, though. 'Not again...that little bitch. I'm going to kill her...I swear, I'm going to find some way to do it no matter what happens.'

She did what she was told though, dropping the crowbar to the ground where it landed with a soft thump. "There, happy?"

'Oh, and look, the whining kid is awake again. Well goodie for him.' She thought bitterly as Marty began groaning. Anna suggested that they should just put him back on the ground and Michelle was perfectly fine with that idea. Her mood had plummeted to an all-time low and with an irritated grumble, she somewhat gently placed her end of Marty on the ground.

'This is the worst...fuck it...crowbar or not, I'm getting out of here. If this keeps up, I'm not going to get anywhere.' She thought angrily to herself, shifting in place a bit. She turned to face Aston, a scowl on her face. "Go on, go get it."
"Oh god dammit, I lost my sense of humor around here. Someone help me find it."

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