Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to Survival of the Fittest, a RPing board loosely based off of Koshun Takami's Battle Royale, with its own unique plot and spin on the 'deadly game'. We've been around quite a while, and are now in our thirteenth year, so don't worry about us going anywhere any time soon!

If you're a newcomer and interested in joining, then please make sure you check out the rules. You may also want to read the FAQ, introduce yourself and stop by the chat to meet some of our members. If you're still not quite sure where to start, then we have a great New Member's Guide with a lot of useful information about getting going. Don't hesitate to PM a member of staff (they have purple usernames) if you have any questions about SOTF and how to get started!

Let the games begin!

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Sprint for the Finish Line; Andrew's Death; Private
Topic Started: Feb 18 2011, 06:25 PM (1,842 Views)
Chib
Member Avatar
Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
[ *  *  * ]
[Without Love, It Cannot Be Seen --> Ema Ryan]

The journey was surprisingly normal. Awkward lack of conversation had already become the norm, so simply changing the reason why neither person wanted to talk didn't change the familiarity of the situation. Hayley didn't want to discuss it. Ema didn't blame her. She knew the feeling, or a close enough approximation of it. Speaking of the journey, where were the two of them even going at this point? Ema felt like asking, but it was clear enough that there was no real destination any more. The plan seemed to have become "mill around and hope we come across Alex's group". And if they encountered anyone hostile, heaven have mercy on them, Hayley looked more dangerous/unstable than ever.

Ema wished she could say the same of herself, but Kyle's death - and the associated renewal of fear in everyone on the island, including Hayley - had had rather the opposite effect on her. She was back to the quiet, nervous demeanour she'd had between leaving the Key and linking up with Hayley and Kyle, and perhaps even more paranoid than that second night in the forest. The sounds of snapping twigs beneath her own feet even made her twitchy.

Then again, maybe twitchy-paranoid was just as dangerous, when the person being it is also carrying a big, sharp sword. Jump with surprise in the wrong direction and who knows what might happen. That thought comforted Ema, oddly enough, paranoia's still paranoia even if they are out to get you, but it's not an unhealthy variety any more.

Ironic really, that whilst thinking about that, should Ema hear what sounded like whispering. She was instantly alert, and her eyes darted towards where the sound had come from... only to find herself staring at a rather awkwardly grinning Hayley. Talking to herself? Probably. She didn't have it in her to blame the other girl, as traumatic experiences go, watching someone you care about die ranks pretty highly. Just muttering to yourself is a rather tame side effect, all things considered. Hayley lit a cigarette, presumably to calm herself. Again, the paranoid Irish girl couldn't blame her, and simply adjusted her path to not be downwind of the foul smoke.

"Better."

Silence reclaimed the pair for a while more, broken only by the sounds of movement, but was again broken soon enough.

"...I just don't know what to say."

Yeah, that was kind of to be expected. It was usually the reason Ema gave - if only to herself - for not wanting to talk about things. A few prominent examples decided to spring to mind, quite against her better judgement, but she quickly purged her thoughts of them. Neither envy nor anger were much help now, and neither of them felt right to direct at Hayley after what she'd just been through.

"Tragic, maybe, but it don't change the past."

Ema ignored that, and didn't dwell on the fact that she was still talking to herself, even inwardly, after all this time. It wasn't schizophrenia or anything, just personifying the thoughts she didn't like as a person, a version of herself, that she also didn't like. Or at least, she told herself that. In all honesty, she didn't even know the exact definition of it anyway, but she was pretty sure what she was experiencing wasn't it.

Besides, even if she was feeling either of those things, it all became rather hypocritical when she remembered what other emotions were involved with regards to Hayley. Her best friend... her only friend, now. And her e--

"Stay down."

Funny, that sounded like her other inner dialogue voice, the one that said the reasonable things, not snarky sarcastic stuff. No wait, that was Hayley talking, and there was someone just a few meters ahead of them. Ema did as she was told and ducked into cover behind the widest tree trunk nearby. Five gunshots shattered the silence. By now it was easy to tell which gun they were from. But to be safe, she stayed exactly where she was. Not even the slightest movement until she heard someone fall.
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy

The Past
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Chib
Member Avatar
Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
[ *  *  * ]
A dull thud followed soon after the gunfire, the natural progression of bullets to casualty. Then shuffling, he was still alive, still moving? If so, the boy was hardly in any condition to retaliate. If he'd been hit and fallen, he was definitely on his way out anyway, just prolonging the inevitable. If not, then it was Hayley going to check on the body. Either way, Ema had her sword, she gripped it tight, and she didn't leave her hiding place. Then there was another thud, the poor child must've bitten the proverbial dust by now. Ema felt sorry for him; being shot dead was one thing, but it could at least have been quick.

"He was pointing a gun at me,"

That made her feel better about it. Pointing a gun and what had probably looked to him like two small, unarmed girls? Deserved it. Besides, someone else probably would've done worse to him later on, if Hayley hadn't gotten in first. Better to die at least moderately quickly than be bludgeoned to death with a stick or something.

"Cause I was in desperate need for an excuse, obviously. Look on the bright side, you get a gun now!"

Still, the pleasure evident in Hayley's voice was a little bit unnerving. Defending two duo and surviving until the end was supposed to be something she was forced into, not something fun. On the bright side though, Ema did indeed get her very own gun. Welcome back, feeling of godly power over life and death, I missed you dearly. Feeling dangerously complacent in that new safety, she stepped out from behind the tree, started to make her way over.

"...Stay here a sec, okay? Might be someone else with him."

Shitshitshit good point there might be go back to the safe place. Ema took cover behind another tree, closer to Hayley and the late Andrew. Staying safe was all well and good, but staying close would be a lot more useful if they were flanked.
Flanked? When did I become Captain Price?
But the danger was only theoretical, nobody emerged from the trees to avenge the death, no banzai charge or hail of bullets. Another kill they'd gotten away with scot free. That is, assuming Kyle's death didn't count as karma for the previous four.

"All clear. You're gonna want this, I'm thinking."

Again, Ema broke cover breaking cover? I really have played too much CoD, and came forward, this time all the way to Andrew's fallen body. She couldn't help but notice that he looked almost peaceful, like he was just asleep. The sightless eyes kind of ruined the image, though, although Ema didn't have the heart to close them. Just seeing the corpse made her a little uneasy, touching him it was out of the question.

His gun lay on the floor, a few feet away. He must have dropped it just after he was hit. Never had a chance, if that was the case. Ema picked it up in her left hand, still not letting go of her sword. It was an odd thing, very sleek and curvy, more like something out of Mass Effect than a modern day factory. Probably for the best, though, it wouldn't be much good if an angular edge caught against something when she was trying to pull it out. Ema intended to eject the magazine and check if it was loaded or not, if a round was even chambered. She intended to, but the weapon - "Vektor", according to the engraving - was unlike any pistol she'd come across in her virtual escapades, and she could only guess how to do anything besides pull the trigger. Hang on...

"Shouldn't there be a manual for this?"

Ema went for the boy's daypack, rooted through it. First of all, she grabbed what was left of the rations and set them aside, then found the instructions for her brand new Vector CP1. She skimmed through it, ignoring everything besides the safety, loading it, and firing it. Looking back at the funny-shaped weapon after what she'd read, it did seem awfully intuitive after all. With that done, Ema transferred the new supplies and the manual to her own daypack, put the handgun in her inside pocket, grabbed her sword, and turned back to Hayley. One-track-mind mode over, her speech reverted to awkward; "So... back to wandering around, I guess?" She glanced down at her bag, and made an executive decision. "And, uh, do you want some chocolate?"
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy

The Past
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Chib
Member Avatar
Oh my god you guys The Riz killed Cara what do!?
[ *  *  * ]
Apparently it wasn't just Ema that was feeling a certain level of whimsy about the space-age look her new gun had. Hayley seemed convinced, or at least, that contemporary kind of fake-convinced, that the Vektor was a laser gun, and professed she wouldn't believe otherwise until it fired a solid bullet. Having by then checked the magazine and ensured such a bullet was chambered, just in case, Ema herself was already quite certain it was just a design to minimise the chance of it snagging on anything, and maybe to make it easier to conceal. It was certainly compact enough to be designed for hiding, and wasn't shaped like something you'd immediately think was a real firearm.

All the better for Surviving as the Fittest.

The comment about continuing to wander aimlessly was met predictably, at least with regards to tone. It had been kind of... pessimistic, at best. But the words were less predictable. With her hood up for so long, blocking the irritating rays of sunlight, Ema had barely registered that that same sun was on its way towards the horizon in the west, and evening darkness had already descended on the island. The entire area was getting dark, how had she not noticed? Anyway, the Mansion sounded appealing, provided it wasn't already occupied. If it was, chances were the students there would be understandably territorial about the place. Comfort and stronghold-potential was nothing to give up lightly.

Regardless, she fished through her bag, pulled out a couple of chocolate bars. She'd been keeping them especially for something not unlike this, the last two that she hadn't eaten soon after discovering the stash in her backpack days ago. The original intention was for the unlikely event she'd have a chance to look through her stuff whilst in the process of dying, but... screw it, that was a morbid plan anyway, and comforting someone whose boyfriend had just been shot was just as legitimate a reason anyway. Hayley was quick to grab one, a little unsettlingly so. But Ema didn't blame her, given everything that had happened that day. A death, a kill, lots of tiring walking, it all added up to the perfect chocolate-craving storm.

And that was a weird choice of phrasing.

"You mind if I borrow one of your shirts? It's getting kinda cold-like."

Yes, less getting lost in thought about chocolate, more paying attention to the actual issues of the now. Having already gotten used to Hayley being in her underwear once before, the sight of her wandering around with only a jacket over her bra wasn't particularly abnormal to Ema, and she'd scarcely thought about it since the other girl had dumped her shirt in the first place. Her bag was still open anyway, so it didn't take Ema long to find any random top - a Placebo tour shirt, for what little it mattered any more - and throwing it to Hayley.

With that, they were off. Off to that house Ema had only seen from a distance before, off with the hope of spending the night in comfort, without having to fight for it.

Because fighting to the death over a bed to sleep in, that's normal now.

[Ema Ryan --> The Guilty Ones]
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.


Riley Moon appreciates that Action Needs an Audience, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy

The Past
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · The Tunnels · Next Topic »
Add Reply