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Wind in the Willow
Topic Started: Nov 17 2010, 06:29 PM (3,887 Views)
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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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'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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Faria Young - Generals of Elysium (The Waterfront)
Annabelle Summers - Where Is My Muse? (Lunch Room)

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

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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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Approved V5 Pre-Game Characters:

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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