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Time To Pretend; Done: Day 3.
Topic Started: May 14 2011, 01:28 AM (11,462 Views)
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Ben maintained his hiding spot, watching the ensuing heroics, the apology, and as the guy with the water gun departed.

He knew it was probably time to present himself when the others went on the beach. But he still hesitated, observing and listening as Shawn began to play the guitar and sing. It seemed rather surreal, a concert when anyone might appear and gun one of them down. It also sounded like the kind of moment cameras would want to capture. Ben wondered about that. The distant audience, if there were any fan camps devoted to him. He doubted it. Except for being shot at, his actions hadn't been exactly noteworthy.

Not seeing any point in delaying further, Ben wrung his hands and stepped onto the warm sand. For a moment, he worried that it would be painfully obvious that he'd been spying on them. He shook his head and willed his tensed shoulders to relax. These people--at least two of them--were at least vaguely familiar. That should have made all the difference.

Approaching openly, Ben reached up to brush some scraggly hair away from the gold of his bandana. Waiting for the song to finish, he finally cleared his throat and glanced between the other three and towards the distant horizon where the sun angled towards night.

"Hey..." he managed, giving a little wave.
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The sun was beginning to set, thankfully, Mae would be happy for some rest. A new boy appeared! Also thankfully, and she was shocked to see that his bandanna matched hers. He looked familiar but she couldn't for the life of her place his name. However, he was a teammate and luckily not one she had to stop Zach from killing. She nodded at him.

"Hello," she didn't know whether she had to introduce herself. Most people at school knew her, but did she really want to come off as so self absorbed that she already assumed he knew her name? "I'm Mae St. Clair." Why had she gone with the full name? She could have just said Mae. Augh. At least it was a new face. Maybe that would lighten things up a bit.

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That night, as everyone slept, Mae had a nightmare.

Standing upon the stage she couldn't see as the lights blinded her sight from the audience. Did she want to see? She glanced down at black laced satin ballet shoes, yet she wore gold leotard shot with blood red. Shredded gossamer hung around her knees. The spot light hung around her, but where was the music?

An arm slid lightly around her waist bringing her en pointe. Her brought her head to the side to see Zach out of the corner of her eye. She knew Zach couldn't dance. He brought two fingers to lightly caress her cheek. He was dressed entirely in black, a silver 13 pin on his lapel.


She gasped.

"Zach," she whispered.

Coming up beside her was Shawn, wearing gold to match hers, her took her arm, spinning her to him. She cantered lightly to his side, only to twirl back to Zach, didn't Shawn know? The feel of both of their hands on her skin gave her strange goosebumps. Her breathing grew heavier....the lights came up....

The audience was all cameras...



Mae gasped awake, something was strange, her heart was pounding and she didn't understand what had just happened. okay, she had read about it in books, had heard girls talk about it before, but she didn't just...no. Never.

No because of...

She looked over at the sleeping Shawn, and the sleeping Zach, her face was beat red. Where was Ben? Was he awake? Had she been touching herself in her sleep?

She lay back down and went back to sleep. Hopefully it would be uneventful....


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The announcement came and she didn't really feel anything, regardless of how sober she was now. So people were playing, so places weren't safe. What was she supposed to feel? Of course it had felt like some giant vacation, but she had had her first orgasm last night and a boy hadn't even done it. She wasn't even sure what had done it. Of course people were playing, sounded like those Detroit kids were. She looked at Shawn first, the news would probably hit him harder than anyone. Part of her felt terrible that they had all let Sean Davidson go, there was a real confirmed killer out there now, there were places shutting down becoming death zones now...

"At least we have almost most of our team," she said quietly. "But we need to find that kid that ran off. The one at the hot springs. Wasn't he one of ours?" She looked at Shawn.
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((Alicia White continued from King of the Jungle))


The flashlight was doing nothing for her. She continued to run, but the green branches whipped against her skin leaving welts and occasional scratches across her chest, arms, and face. She felt that someone with a gun was following her, so she just kept running, ignoring the pain and weariness. The faster I move, the quicker I can get someplace safe. There has to be someplace safe!

Blinking through her tears, Alicia was able to avoid running at full speed into a tree, but her good fortune did not last. Her right foot sank into a small divot which she didn't expect, and her misstep sent her tumbling to the ground. For some reason the ground was sandy here. She propped herself up on her elbows and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. When she looked around, she found that she was at the edge of a beach. She could hear the waves gently crashing onto the shore somewhere nearby.

Is this the same beach where I first woke up? That was a nightmare all by itself. The Ogre menaced California Girl and me, and that strange girl tried to kill us all. The only tiny bright spot was the Sluagh. If the announcement from an hour or so ago were still accurate, he was alive somewhere. If he was smart, he'd hunker down and hide on that cruise ship I saw on the map.

She picked herself up and kept moving. After a few minutes, she turned off the flashlight because the moon was close enough to full for her to see the beach. And people with guns won't be able to see me as well if I don't have a light source. The tears returned to roll down her cheeks at the thought of being someone's target as she trudged down the beach.

She spotted a large, dark shadow a stone's throw away and sniffled. She approached it, finding that it was a small building of some kind. Shelter? I don't remember anything like this from earlier today. She walked closer, cautiously, holding her shotgun ready in both hands.

There was a wooden ramp leading from the sand up to a porch-like area. She started slowly walking up the ramp from the beach, but about halfway up, the ramp creaked. Alicia froze, hardly daring to breathe. That's when she heard a gasp from inside. Someone heard me!

She knelt down on one knee and aimed the shotgun at the front door of the little shop. Try as she might, she couldn't suppress the choking sobs which accompanied her weeping.


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His two companions seemed to like his little music session, but Shawn didn't really have time to take in the compliments or even look at their faces, as a new voice interrupted behind them.

"Hey..." Shawn stood up and turned around, his guitar in a position ready to swing. But then he saw who it was.

"Hey it's..." Shawn knew that face. He'd always give a friendly nod at the boy whenever passing by him in the halls of Silver Dragon Academy. Always the quiet sort though. Oh and the gold around his head added to the happiness of seeing the guy. One of their gold team mates had actually found his way to them, and it happened to be...

"BEN-O!"

Ben was a gnarly name!

He put down the guitar, and spread his arms as if to say "Hey man! I'm glad to see ya!" and as soon as he came near, Shawn extended his hand out to greet him, into a soon to be half handshake, half hug pat in the back thing, and said exactly that. Mae introduced herself next. Then Shawn turned to the somehow silent Zach.

"Oh hey, Zach Man! Remember Ben-o, here? I mean Ben, from school. He's part of gold too dude!" Shawn backed away, allowing Zach and Ben to have their own meeting, before talking to Ben again.

"How you've been Ben-o? Glad to have you on gold! We're just chilling right now." He looked up, it was turning dark now.

"But we're probably gonna be hiding out and resting in that merchandise shack for the night. We done alot of traveling and stuff and OH MAN! We totally got BAKED dude!" Shawn grinned.

"Almost as cool as that time I SMOKED POT with the Principal-" He was too late to stop himself.

"I mean, I was totally kidding about that! Huha..."




So they'd gone into the shack. They'd used whatever cushion-y and soft materials, like mats and towels and whatever other merchandise to use as impromptu blankets, pillows and bedding. Making sure to keep Mae's new stuffed monkey nearby.

The plan was for someone to keep guard, and when they were tired, someone would take their place. Zach had offered to keep watch. Ben was gold, but Zach wasn't, did Ben trust Zach to keep watch, like Shawn and Mae had? He wasn't sure. All Shawn knew, was that he needed to sleep off his high, and soon enough, he'd just about passed out on the floor sleeping, with the stuffed animals.

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A sound blared through the area, causing Shawn's eyelids to lift a little. There was a man, on the radio, saying something, but he hadn't really caught any of it, except for that part about the Hotel and one of the lakes being a "Danger Zone." Shawn would make sure to keep that in mind. Whatever that was.

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Shawn's eyes fluttered open. He was sleeping like a baby til those announcements, and a gasp somewhere. Now Mae was looking at him. She must've seen his eyes open, as she started talking to him. She really needed to talk to someone it seemed.
A gaze through one of the ceiling window's and it was still dark outside, except for the waxing gibbous shinning in the starry night sky, illuminating through.

Almost identical to the night of the party, where they had officially 'met.'

He was still so sleepy, but listened as best as he could to Mae's questions, to be polite. What she said was true. They had 3/5 of their team now. Two more to go, including that funny, but familiar looking guy, he couldn't really see from the distance. Shawn replied simply with a...

"Yeah." But realizing, that the response didn't seem satisfactorily attentive, finished with a: "We'll try to find him again, in a few hours. I just need a little more rest, if that's cool?"

He lifted the sides of his mouth into a drowsy looking smile for her. He had heard a sobbing sound outside, but Shawn figured he was just imagining it, and quickly fell back asleep.
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He looked up, wiping the tears that were just poking at the corners of his eyes away with his thumb. He couldnt be sad, he had to be happy. Being sad might make him slow. He forced a smile to his lips as he nodded, noting Ben's appearance silently. He let that little lie of his lips spread across his body. See, it wasnt that hard to be happy.

He noted that Ben was on the Gold team too. Cool, one more friend who gets to survive. He flinched slightly at Shawns insanely loud exclamation of "Ben-O".

Then they set up for the night, and he was still trapped in a sepia world.

Announcements came and went. A new name for his list. Karen Ruiz. He waited for a few minuites, but no more names came.

"Huh, slow start." He commented, before looking back out the window.
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Zach sat on the windowsill, casually puffing one of the last spliffs to keep him entertained as he watched over the three sleeping forms of his companions. They'd given him a fair share of blankets, but as soon as they had fallen asleep, he'd placed his blankets on Mae. She looked so cold, so fragile. Like an angel, or a fairy or something.

The empty smile that still adorned his lips took a bit of life for a moment as she muttered his name, almost as if she was having a dream about him. He wondered what a dream involving him would be like. Probably pretty boring.

Zach never really dreamed. His sleep was deep and black and all consuming. Like the night. It had come so suddenly. He had watched the sunset alone, pretending it was some sort of romantic thing. He had deliberately angled himself between the camera on the back wall and the sunset. He knew he'd cut a black, lone shillouette against the window. He thought it'd look cool. He didnt know why he cared if it looked cool, but he was really, mind numbingly bored.

He was now, for some reason, thinking of Peter Pan. It'd been one of the few movies he'd ever sat down and watched with his fammily. It was a nice memory. It made that smile real for a bit. So he'd indulged himself and taken it upon himself to figure out who was what character.

"So... If Mae is Wendy, Shawn is Peter Pan, and the Island is Neverland, Who in hell am I? Or Ben... O"

He pondered it for a moment

"Oh god, who the hell are the Lost Boys? Are there survivors from the last game, still here?" He asked, before shaking his head. Of course not.

Then he heard a little tinkle of something behind him, and Mae gasping. He giggled

"Oh hai Tinkerbell" He muttered, turning round. Weed made you hear things, right?

Oh... No. Well atleast not this time. He noticed the girl, shaking in the doorway. Then the light or her, it was hard to tell, shifted, and he saw the shotgun in her hands. Shit.

If that goes off, everyone in this room is dead. Mae would be killed. SHIT.

He reflexively went for his wrench, that was leaning, rather laxly, about an arms reach away from him. But then he stopped and faked a stumble. If he tried to hit her, chances were he'd be gunned down.

He got up and turned around slowly, his hands up. "Please don't hurt us!" He said, his voice quiet, but shaking a little.
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(Simon Porter 13D Continued from King of the Jungle)

Simon… was out… of breath. Ever since… hearing those… gunshots in the… jungle… he’d been running; running after… the shotgun girl… to be precise. The rain forest… was a big place and… Simon wasn’t in… the best shape to begin with… not with his… condition.

He finally stopped once he hit sand… the sudden change in terrain nearly tripping him. It seemed like he’d found one of the islands beaches… the place he and Rishi, who was now… most likely dead… were planning on going in the first place... Too bad the hotel was a Dangerzone now or he could go down there after all well.

It was night now – the fact that the sun had set hadn’t been apparent back in the forest – meaning that even with almost nothing obscuring his view down the long expanse of sand he still couldn’t see the girl that he had followed all the way here from the encounter in the rain forest. At least he though he had followed her here; she had gotten quite a head start over him and was quite a fast runner compared to him, so he had kind of lost sight of her towards the end and he hoped he hadn’t taken a wrong turn at some point.

He had to wonder if that was all that bad an outcome to be honest, not that he’d stopped and had time to think he had to reconsider the wisdom is chasing after the shotgun wielding, apparently delusional girl across the island when people were set out to kill each other and they weren’t on the same team. Then again, his alternative choices were basically stay and get shot, go it alone or follow Todd. No offense – or at least not too much offense – to Todd, but the crazy girl seemed like the smarter option.

Still, not much he could do about it right now, until he either found her again or someone else he was alone in the game for the first time for the time being. He set off down the beach at a more leisurely pace than before, letting the bright moonlight show and guide him around whatever obstacles there might be.

After a while he began to see something over the sand rising up in front of him, it looked like some kind of building though from this far away he couldn’t tell what kind. It looked small though, maybe a boat rental or some sort of store you’d generally find on the beach? What really interested him about it as he got closer though was that there seemed to be somebody standing in front of it, somebody kneeling down and holding something long and pipe-like in their hands. Something like a shotgun? Maybe she did go this way after all.

Simon walked close until he was within earshot of the building; the angle was still wrong for letting him look in the front window so all he could see was this girl pointing a shotgun at something in front of her from the porch.

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They greeted him so nicely. As friends would to another friend. For a long moment, Ben considered just telling them. That he had every team's bandana, that in reality he was a member of the pink team and not the gold. But, no. Ben visibly swallowed his lie, and offered a small smile.

Mae introduced herself first and he nodded. He might have given his name in return but then Shawn said it loud enough for the both of them. Ben returned the slightly awkward hug/handshake thing.

"Yeah, gold. That's me," he murmured. Adding a simplistic, "I've been around."

The conversation moved a little too quickly then and Ben mostly just inclined his head to indicate his agreement with their plans. Although, he did spare a moment to send another wave in the direction of the silent Zach.




After a bit, the four of them retired to the merchandise hut. Not raising any qualms about having Zach take watch, Ben situated himself near a wall and sprawled out. Even after traveling so much, sleep didn't arrive easily. He tossed and turned, shifting away from the others so as not to disturb them. He thought of Marion and the Detroit girl from this same beach. Finally, he drifted off.

Only to be awakened by the announcement. He sat up and listened to it, that voice he usually heard through television speakers during clandestine viewings of SOTF-TV.

The names mentioned were not any he knew and of course Ben had already experienced people playing. That didn't stop the shiver running down his spine.

Seeing Zach there in the window, Ben laid down once more to pretend at sleep. In the early morning cold, he shivered and reached for his backpack. Finally taking his secondary outfit into account, Ben found a gaudy polo shirt, striped in yellow, blue and red. It reminded him of the shirts some girl might wear at the lemonade place in a mall. Uttering a soft grunt, he pulled it over his other green and black shirt. Thereafter, his mind raced and he tried to calm it. Then he heard the sobbing sounds and Zach's quiet appeal.

Using the wall for leverage, Ben brought himself to his feet. Carefully maneuvering around the still sleeping forms of Mae and Shawn, he got to the doorway and looked to Zach once more. Then his gaze drew outward, to the shotgun and Alicia herself.

"Wait," Ben spoke. He couldn't be certain, but he hoped familiarity would be enough to stop Alicia from shooting. "We met here, before. On the beach," he stammered. "Are you...are you okay?"

He shifted more closely into the dim moonlight. His question felt a little strange and a little stupid. As if he didn't have a right to ask it, especially when it seemed obvious that she wasn't alright.

Unexpectedly, a second newcomer. Ben squinted towards him.
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"You're the third wheel. They'll discard you, soon enough. You deserve better than them. Strike out on your own."
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A voice also echoes from the collar of Alicia White...

"Hey chica. I'm Drake, you and I are gonna become very close friends over the next few days. I'd put evens on that. Alicia you need to relax a bit. Slow down, stop trying to call the bluff when you aren't holding too many cards. Bide your time, build your deck up. The ace up your sleeve is staying alive. Priority one, alright? Don't pick fights."
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There was weeping, it was dark, she had just heard incredibly strange whispering and talking that kind of almost sounded mechanical and she was damn sure that several new people had distinctly arrived on the scene. Mae groped around in the dark for her katana. Her heart was racing and she was at least happy that she was sober now. At least she wouldn't have to fight stoned out of her mind and terrified.

"People are here," she whispered feverishly to the sleepy Shawn. "New people and I don't know if they are playing what if they are?" She hated how terrified she sounded, but who the hell just shows up in the middle of the night like this?

"Where's Zach?"

She turned on her knees to see Zach staring out the window. "Zach!?" She cried. "Zach do you see who's out there?"

The weeping...she could definitely hear it clearer now. "Why...why are they crying? Are they hurt?"

Severe contradictions were flying out of her mouth, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. Mae was definitely not a morning person, especially a very very early morning person.
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Alicia was startled to see the dark figure in the doorway, but relieved that he wasn't trying to hurt her. "You have a group?" she sniffled, her voice unsteady. "Then you can spare a first aid kit. Get it, but don't try anything funny!" She tried to make herself sound threatening, but her throat was still tight from crying, the tears still wet on her cheeks.

The boy in the doorway nodded, his hands shaking with worry as he pulled the first aid kit out from the bag nearby. There was a chance that she could twitch in just the wrong way and then they'd all be dead. He walked back up to her, staring at the gun pointed at him. His heart was slamming against his ribcage as he approached. He couldn't help her like this.

"P-Put the shot gun down. ... Please?"

She began to see that this boy was almost as scared of her as she was of him. His voice was unsteady - unsure also. He held the first aid kit out towards her. She realized that she'd have to take a hand off of her 870 in order to grab the kit. This was a problem.

She hesitated, sniffling again. "Y-you wouldn't be helping me if I didn't have a weapon, would you." It was a statement, rather than a question. But she desperately hoped he'd tell her she was wrong.

He smiled in what he hoped was a warm and comforting way. "Of course I'd help you if you didn't have a weapon, you're goddamn bleeding! I'll patch you up. My ma was a nurse." He racked his brains for the little nuggets of wisdom she had imparted to him. Keep them talking, honey; the less they think about it, the less it hurts.

"I... I think it stopped bleeding a while ago." She let her grip on the shotgun loosen, let its barrel point off to the side rather than directly at the boy offering her aid. She glanced down at her injured hand, barely able to see it through the night's darkness. Her next words were barely comprehensible through fresh sobs of despair. "Will you help me, please?"

His eyes widened as she let the gun swing wide, hovering over Shawn, Mae, Ben. He wanted to shout at her, to tell her to point it back at him, but he was in no position to make demands. He heard her mutter something incomprehensible, but he got the gist: "Help me".

So he did. He looked over the wound and saw hundreds of grains of sand sticking in the flesh. He looked up at her. "This might sting, but don't worry, it's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay." He cleaned out as much as he could before pouring a little medicinal alcohol on the stump.

Alicia took her finger off of the shotgun's trigger, and was glad she did. The alcohol washing over the mangled stump of her pinky seemed to sting even more than the gunshot which caused the wound. She didn't even try to stop herself from squealing a bit. A new wave of tears streamed out of her already bleary eyes.

"Are you...are you okay?"

Alicia looked up from her hand, leaving it in the care of the boy she didn't know. She blinked a few more times before she recognized the source of the new voice. It was Sluagh. He looked a bit different at night than during the daylight, but she was sure it was him. A sense of relief washed over her and she felt her shoulders relax a bit. Then she saw that Sluagh was squinting out at the beach to her right.

She turned her head to see what Sluagh was looking at, and she saw another dark figure trudging across the sand toward them.

“Hey… again” She recognized the voice; it was the boy that Todd-weasel had called Simon.

She was about to try to offer introductions, when a strange voice spoke out from beneath her bandanna. It said some nonsense about playing cards. It didn't seem to have anything to do with what was happening to her, so she ignored it.

She allowed the barrel of the shotgun to rest on the wood ramp, held loosely by her right hand. She waited patiently for the boys to help her.


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Harold smythe walked up the resort beach again with a smith on his face. It felt like he was back at the beginning again. Where the reverend was born sure the change from poor tormented Harold into the disciple he is now was completed at the Hotel but the announcement from god made it clear that it was now out of bounds for heathens and believers alike.

Yes he remembered when Holly the Judas shattered his fragile mind when she and Alicia and the other peons he could never remember turned their backs on him and left him to the mysterious marksman he now believed was the mighty Karen Ruiz…hmm maybe he should abort his plan to mate with his erstwhile right hand Marvia and go after Karen instead…

No focus on Holly…if he remembered her right she would not have gone far after that fateful moment Karen opened fire. There are not many places she could have run with her boyfriend. His arms were tingling with excitement. He really wanted to strangle some one now. Send them on their way to be saved. Despite Tiffany’s attack on his ear he still believed that the only way to save all the kids forced to play this insane game was to kill them himself thus allowing them to pass on with clean hands.

But these brats were not making his quest easy at all. But enough of that he felt like a bit of a song which would likely piss off his erstwhile partner who never really talked to him much except to scold him for talking. Yes maybe going after Karen was a good idea but how to ditch her. By this point he cared not for the machine gun she took from him…he was pretty sure he could send them on their way with nothing but his bare hands and the belt which was part of his reverend costume.

Then he began to notice a group of people on the resort beach and his brain began to tick over some possibilities. Against his better judgement he did indeed sing a small sliver of song.

Our God is an awesome God
He reigns from heaven above
With wisdom, power, and love
Our God is an awesome God

Our God is an awesome God
He reigns from heaven above
With wisdom, power, and love
Our God is an awesome God

Now let the cleansing begin. If he played this right he may be rid of Marvia and also sent a whole bunch of kids down to their final journey. The gods wanted him to hunt bigger game…well let this hunt begin.

He began to walk further down holding his hands up in the air to signal he had no weaponry. He was of course playing the role of Harold before the holy mission began and he played it well.

“I have no weapons…I need help…please! I do not wish to play this stupid game…I just want to survive!”

Yes he will integrate himself into this small group and destroy them from inside. This should not be a problem at all…
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He listened as a quiet voice spoke. He didnt know what, or where it was from, but it was speaking. Telling him to ditch the group. He ignored it. He had to. Mae did like him, she'd drempt about him, that meant she liked him right? This wasnt the time nor the place to be worrying about something like that, why was he even thinking that? He was holding some poor girls hand as he disinfected it! Blood and alcohol were dripping onto his own hands and burning as they entered those tiny little cuts you got from living rough.

He should've put gloves on. Then he wouldn't be gritting his teeth. His mum had always told him to use gloves because....

Oh god...

He looked up at the poor girl, renewed fear in his eyes.

"You don't have AIDS do you?" he asked. Oh shit, oh shit.

But there the shotgun was again, giving him a reason to keep going, keep helping her. If he didn't, one twitch and he was dead. Mae was dead. Everyone was dead and it'd be his fault. So he looked down again, despite being pale and feeling sick. He pulled out a bandage and wrapped it as tight as he could without hurting her. It wasnt much, but it'd stop her from getting infected, and above all, it'd look like he'd done something.

He stepped back.

Then, yet another voice. That made, what 6 people? More? He was losing count.

But, how could he turn him, her, it away? He was, in reallity, right now, just a scared, lonely little voice. What right did he have to turn away another scared, lonely little voice?

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It seemed like Simon’s appearance at the shack had gone unnoticed by pretty much everyone; understandable really considering an injured, crying girl with a large gun showed up just before him. He thought Alicia might have looked in his direction briefly at one point but if she did she didn’t do anything about it. Someone stepped forward with a first aid kit, a second later he recognised him as yet another SDA student though the name escaped him, who then began to patch up Ali’s injured hand like he had tried to do earlier.

Aside from some initial panic everyone seemed to be calming down and Simon took his chance to join the group as well, stepping forward up the wooden ramp towards the front of the shack until he was close enough that either Alicia or Zack had to notice him now.

“Do-do you need any help or have you already finished? I tried to help her before in the rain forest but someone showed up with a gun and we had to leave”

Simon was prepared to elaborate on that if and when the questions came, but before anything else could be said another voice interrupted them from the darkness around the shack. It seemed like this one little piece of civilisation on the beach was attracting everybody to it.

“I have no weapons…I need help…please! I do not wish to play this stupid game…I just want to survive!”

Simon spun to face the voice as its owner came into view. The person seemed unarmed – hands in the air even – but still Simon felt the need to reach and lay a hand on the Stun Gun in his pocket. Who was to say this wasn’t the very shooter he was just talking about? For all he knew he had been followed here the same way he had tried to follow Alicia.

“Who-who’s out there?”
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((Marvia Jones continued from The Dark Prince))

The two walked in silence, Harold in front, while Marvia lagged behind slightly. She was barely paying attention to where they were going, lost in her own thoughts and the high of the drug that was finally starting to take hold of her. Which was probably a good thing for the both of them, since at the very least she wasn't going to be overly annoyed when he started acting up again.

Which he did, singing some shit about God or something. Marvia didn't care. He could sing all he fucking wanted. Whatever made him happy. She still wasn't even sure why exactly she was still hanging out with him. Probably still for his meat shield qualities, something he has been more than willing to prove recently.

He began to increase his pace, walking towards... something and talking to... someone. She didn't really care. She'd make it there on her own time. She slung the Thompson on her shoulder, the butt of the rifle making a small clack against the stock of her other rifle. She may be armed, but that didn't mean she had to look dangerous at all times. If things went south, which with her companion seemed like a good possibility, then she was confident enough that she'd have enough time to bring her weapon back out.
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