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((G050 – Vanessa Stone: start))

“Hellooooo? Anyone around?”

Vanessa Stone was strolling down the corridors of the staff area as casually as if she was back at school. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate: there was a deliberateness to her demeanour, a stubborn refusal to appear nervous that translated into a brash stride. She had her bag slung over her shoulder, holding the strap with one hand, whilst the other traced along the walls of the building. It was a locomotive "Fuck you" to the idea that she should be scared.

How was she supposed to react to this situation? Ok, yeah, that presentation had been terrifying as fuck, there was no pretending that wasn’t the case, but she couldn’t sit in a room curled up crying for the rest of her life. She got pissed, she didn’t cry. And right now, who was she even supposed to be pissed at?

Those terrorist fuckfaces, yes, they were worth being pissed at, and she had been very pissed at them when she'd first come to her senses. It was lucky for those fuckfaces they weren’t with her right then, or she’d have slugged them for good measure.

She probably would’ve gotten shot for her efforts, but fuckin’ aye at least she would’ve decked them first.

It was really hard to stay pissed, though, when she found a bag full of Maryjane in her duffel bag. It was so damn absurd, that she’d had to crack into a mad laugh.

So with that giddy thrill having put her in a simple-minded bliss, she’d decided to go exploring and see who was around. Because, fuck it, what else was she going ot do?

Were they going to try to kill her? Who the fuck knew. Was she going to try and kill them? Probably not. No, scratch that: there was no fuckin’ way. Or at least, she wouldn’t just stand there and think “yeah, I’m going to murder all my classmates. That sounds fun.”

She bit her lower lip as she hummed a frustrated hum. It was the best she could to keep it together.

As she strolled past the door to the staff lounge, she could’ve sworn she heard the tail end of Nancy signing off to her fans. Stopping, turning the handle and opening the door, she called in.

“Hello? Someone in here?”
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“Woah!” Vanessa jerked, raising her hands in a nonthreatening ‘don’t axe my face a question’ posture. “Chill, I’m not looking for trouble.”

She sized up the hatchet wielding girl, edging slowly into the room and leaving the door wide open. She could’ve left, of course, said “Well fuck you too” and turned heel with the flip of a bird, but this was not the time to start fighting with everyone. That was supposed to be what this time was, since everyone was supposed to be murdering everyone after all, but refusing to partake in that was just another casual way for Vanessa to be obstinate: by casually not attacking everyone she met.

Besides, she kind of really wanted to talk to anybody right now.

Vanessa did not know Nancy beyond her distinctive appearance in the hallway. Personally, she dug the blue haired look (though knew that it wouldn’t suit her, unfortunately. Cams could probably pull it off though), and had to admire her current ensemble. The naughty Catholic schoolgirl outfit was a bit last decade, but it was a pretty good style on the whole. If she'd paid any attention to Nancy wearing her more weeabish wardwrobe, then Vanessa had not remembered it.

It would probably have helped if Vanessa could actually remember her name at least, though. Oh well, easy enough to find out.

“I’m Vanessa; what about you?”
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Well, that was unsettling.

She wasn’t really trying to get Nancy to loosen up or anything, but the creepy cackling that followed her attempt at smalltalk certainly took her off guard. If Nancy hadn’t insisted on following her creepshow by heaving up her last meal in front of her, Vanessa probably would’ve noped her way back out of the room and been on her merry way.

Still, Nancy losing her lunch was enough to at least hold her attention just a little bit longer. As unnerving as an axe-wielding schoolgirl laughing like mad when you were stuck on murder island might’ve looked, it kind of lost its lustre when she started puking up the contents of her stomach into a trash can.

Vanessa edged further into the room, trying to get a better look at Nancy and her general situation. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to be doing in this situation, but she wasn't going to just stand back gaping at her with her mouth hanging open like a jackass.

“You alright?” she asked, keeping an arm’s length from Nancy, but not much more than that.
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Ok, so Nancy was losing it. Peachy.

Vanessa backed off the second her cooky companion had grabbed the axe again, but relaxed when it didn’t start swinging for her face. It was pretty sad really: watching her hide under the table and start humming her words like a playful little girl. Sad, and not helping with the whole freaky unsettling thing either.

Since she didn’t know Nancy at all, she had no idea what scale to consider this freak-out. Her best friend’s breakdowns weren’t usually of this calibre, but it’s not like she played psychotherapist to half the school or anything. Was Nancy going completely off her rocker, or would she chill out with the right prodding? More importantly, was this something she was even capable of fixing?

Dr Stone’s Psychiatric Help: 5 Cents; The Doctor is [IN].

“Well,” she started, crouching down so that she was a bit closer to eye level with Nancy. “right now, I guess, I’m going to make sure you don’t try to take my face off with that axe?” she grinned. It was a very weird joke to make, she realised instantly, but it was already made.

“Seriously though, I’m just looking for my friends so we can sort this shit out. You want to tag along? I mean, if you don’t go all Michael Myers on us or whatever.”

That’s right, Cams was out there somewhere, hopefully doing better than the girl in front of her. Cams, and Brady and BB-

Hang on. Had the last two been on the bus that day?

“…MOTHERFUCKER!”
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Freaking BB and Freaking Brady weren’t on that bus that day, so did that mean they hadn’t been kidnapped? Were they sitting at home safe and sound whilst she was stuck here about to die, because of the period of her fucking science class?

Her internal rant was interrupted with the loud smack of Nancy’s cranium kissing the table’s underside. As Vanessa opened her mouth to ask “Y’alright?”, she was cut off by Nancy going lumberjack on the woodwork and scrambling off to the side, curling up into a foetal ball and staring at her with doe eyes.

So yeah, she was pretty much back where she started.

“Shit, sorry if I startled you.” She didn’t go any closer to Nancy this time, since it didn’t seem to be accomplishing anything. She was trying really hard to help her calm down here, but she really wasn’t sure what say next. How were you supposed to talk to someone when everything you did was met with either horror or hysteria?

Hm. She had an idea.

Vanessa reached into her duffel bag, pulling out her very generous present from the terrorists.

"You wanna smoke 'em peace pipe?"
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As Nancy laughed, Vanessa followed suit. Just like when she’d first found the pot, it was a good cathartic laugh, but compared to that seeing Nancy finally start to stop talking in that creepy third person context and actually smile was far more relieving. Drugs: the answer to all of life’s problems.

Eventually they both recovered from their laughing fit, Vanessa feeling that much better for it. “Tch, fucking square.” She grinned back at Nancy as she rejected the offer, but there was no malice in the words. She tucked the pot back in her bag, still smiling, as she let out a long sigh. She’d been saving the weed for when she met back up with Cams again, anyway.

Vanessa really didn’t get Nancy, but the clues were starting to fall into place. Idols, assignments, and singing her heart out: she obviously wanted to take the country by storm as the next American Idol. Not the coolest life ambition, but fuck it Vanessa could at least relate to the whole singing interest and the love of the music lifestyle.

She was about to open her mouth and start asking her about it, keep the conversation going on a casual we’re-not-about-to-die level, when the thump of someone collapsing came from the open door. She spun her head around towards the hall, but couldn’t see anything from where she was standing.

“Shit, you hear that?” she almost whispered at Nancy, still staring at the door. “Wait here.” She ordered, raising her hand in a similar gesture, as she headed towards the room’s entrance to take a peek.

“Oh, fuck!” she had not expected to see someone actually collapsed outside. She immediately started to head over, still blissfully oblivious to the risk of traps or ambushes at this point, whilst calling out to the guy on the floor. “Dude, you alright?!”
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“Christ!” Vanessa yelped as she got a good look at Jae’s battered mug. She crouched down next to him, fairly oblivious to his sarcasm in light of his fucked up demeanour.

Min-Jae’s knowledge of Vanessa basically went vice versa: an alright enough guy from their talks at parties, but not someone she knew extremely well. She did dig his taste in fashion, but goth was simply below punk on her rating scale. That was pretty irrelevant right now though, considering how much he looked like a goth who’d gotten on the wrong side of the jocks.

Shit, she did not know what she should be doing right now.

“It’s Jae!” she called back into the staff room in response to Nancy. “He’s had the shit kicked out of him!”

She turned back to him, still trying to figure out what to do. Getting him into the out of the hallway and onto one of the nearby couches to lie down (well, lie down on something soft), seemed like the best thing to do right now.

“Can you move? Jesus man, what happened to you?”
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Vanessa barely had time to react to Nancy running off like a rocket. She was going to call out after her, but Jae scraping against her arm made Vanessa flinch back as she always did when someone touched her.

“Where the fuck is she going?” she asked out loud, but it wasn't the biggest concern on her plate right now: Jae still needed help, after all. She reached out to grab the baton, which helpfully let her avoid having to pull him up to his feet by actually holding him.

“Alvaro? That guy who’s always talking about his café?” she replied, a look of disbelief plastered on her face as she led him into the staff room where he could rest more comfortably. She had some classes with Alvaro, so she’d made some small talk with him, but on the whole he didn’t really fit into her social scene and so they’d never hung out all that much. He never struck her as the type of guy to try and re-enact that scene from that Zombie movie (whatever its name was) on his classmates, though, that much was pretty fucking certain.

Despite what she wanted to believe about Alvaro, though, Min-Jae Parker was here before her as a living, barely walking testament to his apparently rabid state. Was this really the kind of shit that Survival of the Fittest did to people? Got them so fucked up in the head that they felt the need to rip the shit out of others like a raging wolverine?

“Christ, he’s like five feet tall.”
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“Nah man, I woke up somewhere else in the building, walked around for a while, then found Pop Idol in here.” Vanessa replied, taking a seat on the coffee table opposite Jae. “We hadn’t really been talking that long before you showed up. I figured I’d finally got her to calm down, but I guess you freaked her out, so smooth move.” She smirked at Jae as she said the last bit, still trying to keep the mood from becoming overwhelmingly bleak.

What he’d said about Alvaro was not sitting well with her at all, though. Nancy had already been acting pretty loopy, though Vanessa could hardly judge if that was normal for the ditzy idol, and she’d had a hatchet with her. Had Vanessa avoided being in a similar position to Jae, if not worse? Who knew where the line lay for everyone else? That point where, if pushed beyond it by something like terrorists sticking a bomb on your neck and saying it’s time to go on a rampage, they’d happily oblige?

She put her head in her palm, letting out a deep groan.

She didn’t think Cams was going to fall for that. Yeah, Cams did not handle stress well at all, but she wasn’t ever the type to deliberately hurt people. Sure, she fucked Vanessa off at times, but that was just part of being BFFs; there was a difference between stabbing someone in the back by hiring a replacement singer, and literally stabbing someone in the back with a butcher’s knife. Like it or not, however, she knew that didn’t mean the rest of her classroom chums would be so civil at all.

It was better not to think about it just yet, she decided.

“This is pretty fucked up right here.” She had to say, though.

It was a little bit awkward, watching Jae try to play doctor on his hand whilst she sat there without a word. She decided not to be a dick about it, and instead pitch in.

“Here, let me help you with that.”
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Vanessa was a clumsy doctor, what with her reluctance to actually hold Jae’s hand in place. She gingerly wrapped the tape around at a distance, pulling his hand in a circle along with hers, before tearing it off at the end. She admired her handiwork, namely that the fingers were actually being held relatively in place. Any doctor would probably tell her that there was supposed to be a splint under there, but details.

“I’ve taken a lot of balls to the face, but I’ve never actually broken anything before.” she shrugged at his supposition. “So congrats, you’re the first patient of Dr. Stone.” She’d gone from a psychiatrist to a GP in the span of five minutes; it just went to show what Mrs. Barks knew about her science skills.

Tossing him back his roll of tape, she slouched back into the coffee table and looked back at Jae.

“You think you’re alright to keep walking? I mean, if you want to stay here for a while that’s cool, but I still need to find Cams.” She wasn’t about to leave Jae here by himself in his battered state, but she did have her other friend to find before someone tried to go slasher flick on her.

Thinking about it, Vanessa correctly realised that Jae probably had his own friends he was worried about just as much as she was hers.

“What do you plan to do to get through this shitstorm, anyway?"
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“You look like shit.” Vanessa replied with a blunt smile, “It’s very punk rock; just roll with it.”

Teasing or not, she was still drawn down to his worry-inducing knee. Getting around the island with that was going to be a real hurdle, and she was not about to lend her shoulder to him for the whole time they were stuck there.

She wondered about how to best handle the situation. Thinking back to the time that her sister Liza had screwed up her knee trying to slide in to home base a few years back, Vanessa was reminded how her sister had been wearing a brace for a few weeks. She figured that’s what Jae needed right now, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to just find one of those just lying around.

She looked around the room, scanning for a good substitute. Her eyes noticed the table leg that Nancy’s axe had been buried in not too long ago, its vulnerable half-cut state proving the answer.

“Gimme a sec.” She said, heading towards it. She flipped the furniture over and leaned her weight against the leg. In its old and damaged state, it easily gave way and broke off from the table.

She managed to go through the rest of Jae’s medical tape and the whole roll of her own, but in a few minutes Jae had the piece of wood wrapped tightly against his knee, forming a makeshift medical brace. It would have to do for the time being, but she was getting better at first aid with every passing moment. “Look at that, I really am a doctor.”

Whilst Jae accustomed himself to the device, she went back over to the three legged table. The first leg had come off so easily, she wondered if she could break off a second even if it wasn’t cut in half. Lo and behold, with a fair amount of effort and some clumsy leveraging, she could.

Picking up the second leg in her hand and giving it a spin like she would a softball bat, she nodded to herself. It was small, light, and probably wouldn’t go very long without breaking in half, but it would probably do a better job of defending herself than a bag of weed would, and the grisly nail sticking out from the top was probably a good deterrant.

She didn't want to use it like that, that much was no fucking question, but Jae had given her every reason to be practical about the situation. If they did run into Alvaro again, or anyone else riding the nuttybar express, she wasn’t going to just hide behind the crippled guy and hope he could hold them off.

She turned back to Jae, waving her new weapon at him with a cocky smirk. Everything looked about ready for them to get out of there and go find some friends.

“You ready to go?”
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