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Topic Started: Jun 12 2011, 11:30 PM (1,832 Views)
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it was a graveyard smash
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((Josie Vernon continued from this topic contains serious koch))

There was a certain spring in Josie's step as she traipsed away from the gazebo with her new prize. She felt sort of renewed and invigorated, and she supposed that now was the second time that she felt like this on her stay at the island. Her first time was after the de- end of Sierra's tale, and Josie couldn't help but feel more relieved that her best friend was out of such terrible misery, but... That feeling was gone and was replaced by dread and other such horrible feelings. However, this feeling? Josie was hoping that it would never leave. If she could embrace this feeling of hope and inspiration and new beginnings, perhaps she could make something of her participation of this game.

Perhaps she could go on living the life that Sierra wouldn't have, and Sierra so would have wanted her to go on, right? Yeah, totally. If Josie was dead, she would have wished for all the best for her bestie. It was just how things worked in the way of friendship and whatnot. Some people said that friendship was a simple thing, but the red-haired girl did not exactly believe that. She actually found friendship rather complicated.

She had been walking the island with no particular goal in mind. There was no place she really wanted to go (although returning to the lighthouse didn't seem like such a terrible idea), and no one she exactly wanted to search out.. Sure, she had friends on the island (probably), but after the whole thing with Sierra, Josie hadn't really paid a lick of attention to them. Jessica, Alex, Nick, Andrea, other people that she kept a slight acquaintance with... They could possibly be dead. Josie tried not to let this bother her as she decided to put her attention into a new goal. She would find some companions.

Her previous attempts at finding companions honestly failed. Maxwell ran off somewhere, and Josie hadn't seen him since. He was dead, right? She could have sworn she heard his name. She could have sworn she felt sad about it too, but all of her emotions were mashed in a thick pea soup, and she couldn't really make sense of any of it.

Anywho, companions. Yes, she wanted to find someone. Josie had never been too keen about buddying up with people in real life, but she figured that she didn't have much time left, so she might as well spend her last moments, y'know, not alone. But where would people be? She decided to head towards the ocean. There could be people there, but, to be honest, there could be people anywhere. She would check, however.


Unfortunately, with no map in her possession, trying to get to the beach was an impossible task. Where the hell was her map? She'd definitely had it earlier. It was how she found the Gazebo... Fuck this. Well, whatever. This was an island. It wasn't like you could just walk in a straight line and it would go on forever. She would have to reach the shore sometime, and hopefully find some people in the process... and pray they aren't murderous. Or! Maybe pray they were murderous, because if Josie was considered murderous too, maybe they would get along. One big murderous friendship.

Her thoughts were wandering, her mind was spinning. It was probably the lack of sleep and the thirst, but like hell if she was going to drink the swampy water beneath her feet. A swamp. Wonderful. A swamp was not the beach, and... The air was getting misty. Even lovelier. Josie kept trucking forward, the sub machine gun tight in her grasp. It was getting heavy. A few times she considered chucking it in the swamp, but she thought that might be a little wasteful.

"N-no..."

It was rather distant, but Josie could have sworn she heard a voice. Somewhere far ahead, but it was really hard to see. She paused in her walking and looked around, realizing that she could hear the sound of the shore, the smell of the salt, the gritty feeling of the sand between her teeth - not really but almost - and it was just beyond this bog! Josie was tempted to run the few meters to the shore but stopped herself when she remembered that someone was possibly out there. She didn't want to freak them out or anything. This person could potentially become her companion.

She took a few slow and careful steps forward, trying not to make too much noise as she shuffled through the muddy ground beneath her feet. A figure came into view through the mist, but it was nearly impossible to make out any features. Possibly male, however.

She opened her mouth to speak but shut it quickly. She didn't want to frighten him or anything. Maybe she'd wait to see what he was doing.. It sounded like he was sorta distraught over something. Best to wait and see if he notices her first.
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Josie wasn't entirely sure what was happening beyond the thick fog, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out either. She could hear the distraught-sounding male occasionally make a sound (was he perhaps crying?), and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. She was so close to the beach that she'd been searching for. Hell, forget the beach. There was someone right before her! She could just stop being a baby and reveal herself. All it would take is a quick introduction and BAM! A companion! Someone to stick with and talk to and hide behind when things got tough.

There was still a part of Josie that was too paranoid to believe herself. As much as she wanted someone to group up with, she was still scared. This guy could be dangerous, but... Did it matter? She had this machine gun to protect herself with. He wouldn't dare shoot if she saw her holding this, would he? With a deep breath as she strengthened her resolve, Josie took a step forward... and froze.

There was someone else, she realized. A female was near the male, and she was talking quite loudly. Her voice was frantic, perhaps even hysteric. What the hell had happened? Various scenarios popped up in Josie's mind, but she didn't know all the details. Perhaps the two students were having some sort of argument? Or... Yeah, who the hell knew. She wasn't sure if she wanted to stick around to find out, part of her just wanting to walk away, but another part of her didn't want to leave. These two could be legit! They could be the kindest people she'd ever meet.

However, the next statement coming from the male made Josie reconsider that thought. She'd definitely heard him threaten to shoot the female. The red-haired scenester's world stopped for a moment, and her vision almost narrowed. There was nothing else in her reality aside from herself, those two students, and the fog that surrounded them. Was she going to have to witness someone shoot someone else? A girl, at that note?

Sure, it would be hard to see the details from here, but someone would be dead. Josie could have stopped the potential murderer! But if she ran now, there would be no stopping him. She didn't exactly want to play hero, no, but.. She knew where her priorities remained, and something inside of her begged her to save that poor girl. She had the means! She could definitely wave around this behemoth of a gun and get that murderous dude to do whatever she wanted. It would be simple.

Josie took a step forward, gun gripped tightly in her slightly-shaking hands. She took a deep breath and held it for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. Run into the scene with the gun raised? Walk slowly and calmly? She took another step, but her mind froze as a voice called out, loud and bold. Well, darn. She didn't account for this: the male finally noticed her.

And he was walking straight towards her.

Josie froze and held her gun tightly to her chest, teeth tugging slightly at her bottom lip. He was walking towards her! No, no! Go threaten that other girl some more! Josie was just... just part of the flora. She was just taking in the scenery, and... she definitely had the right to be here. The male didn't seem to believe so, screaming at her to get out.

"I-I-I didn't see-see your n-name anywhere.. I-I can be here i-if I want- and..."

Her stuttered voice slowed to a stop, and Josie took a deep breath, trying to think fast. She was failing miserably at coming up with actions extemporaneously. Yeah, she could heed his commands and run away, but if she did, he might kill that other girl. And really, what did she have to be afraid of? She had a machine gun! He should be afraid of her!

Yet, Morgan continued to walk forward, not pausing for a second in his intention to get Josie to flee, or... shoot her. He surely would! He was coming into view, the gun pointed right at her, Morgan's hand on the trigger. It seemed as if time stopped for a moment, mist swirling around Josie like something out of a horror film. She became aware that sounds were amplified, the sound of her own breathing, the sound of the beautiful birds above, and the sound of her gun firing off four or five times.

Five rapid-fire bangs that jerked her hand as she shot, but she didn't lose control of the gun. That would scare him. He wouldn't dare mess with her now, wouldn't dare try to shoot her... And if one of the bullets hit him? (which at the close range that Josie and Morgan were, it was highly probably that they hit their target) Well, this guy was asking for it, and maybe he'll have learned his lesson when he's begging for Josie to help him.

"Oh god, I sure hope he's okay. I didn't... I mean, I did... I just... Fuck."

She closed her eyes for a moment and sucked in her breath, waiting desperately to hear a cry or anything, really... Anything to prove that Morgan was or wasn't okay. She felt conflicted, but at the same time, sort of content with her decision to shoot her gun. It was self-defense after all, right?

She opened her eyes to survey the damage, heart thumping wildly. "Y-You alright...?" she remembered asking.
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Josie stared down at her victim, eyes wide and hands shaking. She kept a tight grip on her gun, but her hands were beginning to become clammy at the thought of actually harming this poor guy. He was okay, right? She didn't mean to hurt him, he just wanted to scare him off. Keeping him away from that other girl. He wasn't exactly a poor guy, no, he was more a danger, but... Josie never meant to harm anyone.

She became aware that her eyes were clenched tightly shut, refusing to accept that the male had been shot by her. The sound of his scream sent her eyes flying open, and she staggered back at the sharp contrast of red against the mix of sandy and swampy ground. He had... various wounds and they all came from her gun. Her heart was now hammering wildly in her chest, and she decided that if her heart had wings, it would most definitely fly out of her throat and off into the sky above.

And now he was coughing blood. Josie didn't pay much attention during health lectures, but she was fairly certain that coughing up blood was a terrible, terrible sign. It meant that death was near, and she felt completely conflicted. Should she feel surprised? Death was so rampant on this island, and in his hostile state, he would have been killed anyone. That girl might have done him in if Josie hadn't.

It was all a mechanism to cope with this horrific sight, the eventual death of Morgan. It was a mechanism to cope with another death that felt similar to Sierra's in some ways, but so different in others. She didn't want to see someone else die, she didn't want to see their twisted face of agony, and at this mere thought, she groaned and covered her eyes.

He didn't have much time left.

His crackling voice sent Josie's eyes fluttering open again, and she noticed that he was grasping his gun, but the effort sent him into a coughing fit. "J-Just relax.." Josie said quietly, taking a step forward. "Trying to move too much and stuff is just going to make it worse.. I-I'm really sorry, but I was scared, and.. You don't blame me, right?"

She paused, flashed a pain-filled grimace in his direction. "I, uh, geez, I'd use my first-aid kit, but I left it behind somewhere." Josie shut herself up as she realized that Morgan was speaking, but she couldn't exactly tell if he was speaking to her or the other girl. She supposed that either of them were candidates for his final words, so she listened carefully. He talked of burning the boat, and Josie simply chalked it up to insanity. He was losing his head along with his life. He was delusional and feverish, unsure of what he was talking about.

Why burn a boat? It wouldn't matter anyway. There were better things to focus on than burning a damn boat, for example, Morgan himself. Josie turned towards him and knelt down, awkwardly trying to make some move to assist him in some way, but without first-aid supplies, it was a near impossible task. His breath became ragged and pained, very slow. Josie knew he was on his last legs, and she tried not to feel guilty.

"I'm so sorry, really, I-I didn't mean- I'm sorry," she choked out, shutting her eyes and letting a stray tear or two fall from behind her lids. When she opened her eyes again, she was sure he was gone. His breathing had stopped, yet he looked peaceful, as if he were merely sleeping.

His misery was over, and Josie was personally responsible for putting him out of it. It was just like Sierra and over time, she would come to terms with it. She wouldn't feel guilty anymore. She would feel good. But for now... mourning seemed appropriate.

"You should stay away from me. I killed him."

Josie looked over at Celeste and quirked an eyebrow, unsure if she wanted to engage in Celeste's games of pity and insanity. A normal person would try to convince Celeste that she had done nothing of the sort, but Josie didn't exactly want to shoulder the blame either. Best to let this stranger do most of the heavy lifting.

"Did you? I could have sworn that I pulled the trigger, but I wasn't entirely sure. Thanks for clearing it up." She hadn't meant for it to come off that sarcastic, but it had. "Well, I'm gunna head out. I don't think it's in my best interest to burn any boats.."
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Josie nodded at Celeste when the girl didn't offer any reservations about her departure. She awkwardly fumbled with her gun for a moment, trying to decide where she should go next. Her previous goal had been to locate some people and join them, but that had ended most disastrously. There was a person right before her, and Josie realized that she could try to join her as a companion, but... No, it was too soon. She didn't want to team up with another girl. It would be too eerily like herself and Sierra. This girl already seemed like she had some obvious problems. Best not to stick around.

It was around that moment that Josie decided that companions were irrelevant. If she met someone that she clicked with, great. If she didn't, that was okay too. She'd already lost that boy she joined days ago (Max, right?), and Sierra was gone too, so... Who's to say that she wouldn't lose the next person she paired up with?

When she looked up again, Josie realized that the girl was trying to move Morgan's body. This was almost funny to watch, as Celeste was so ridiculously tiny. Josie could have offered to help, yeah, she was definitely larger than Celeste, but... She didn't see much point. He was dead. Why did the location of his corpse change anything?

She would have voiced her opinion, but Celeste suddenly stopped her and asked for matches. Matches? Josie felt like the deus ex machina inside of her was begging her to produce matches from her pocket and hand it over, but she really didn't have anything of the sort. And even if she did, she'd left it behind with all of her other things at Sierra's side. Literally, all she had was her gun and the birthday invite.

"Ummm, no. Sorry," Josie said, using her free hand to run through her knotted red hair. The closest thing she would have had was pepper spray, but yeah... That was still with Sierra, and still.. probably wouldn't start a fire. "All I have is my gun, and this." She carefully pulled out the birthday invite and showed it to Celeste. "No matches.. Maybe if you found someone with glasses, you could try to start a fire. That's how they started a fire in Lord of the Flies... Did you ever read that book?" she asked.

But Josie felt bad. She really did want to help Celeste out, the girl looked desperate. "Is there anything else I can help with? If you have no way to start a fire, there's really no reason to hang around. Jus' sayin'." There was an awkward pause and without another word, the red-headed scenester turned around and walked away, back through the forest.

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Edited by ZombiexCreame, Jul 22 2011, 12:30 AM.
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