Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]

Add Reply
  • Pages:
  • 1
The Burial Of The Dead
Topic Started: May 16 2011, 02:55 AM (2,217 Views)
storyspoiler
Member Avatar
Rookie
[ *  * ]
(Juliet Watanabe continued from A Couple of Cooks In The Kitchen)

Marilyn had stayed, though she hadn't said much. Karl had stayed--they had found him too. He and Marilyn had stayed uncomfortably away from each other, and Juliet figured she should do something about it, once Claire was buried, once Claire was really dead.

It struck Juliet that this was the first time she had seen a dead body. Her parents, her brother, were undoubtably dead, but there had been no bodies, and her Aunt hadn't allowed a funeral. Juliet had always wondered why; hope, somehow, that they'd come out alive, or (more likely) fear at being seen to mourn their death? At any rate, there had never been closure there. Mom and Dad's stuff had been unceremoniously donated, and two months later, Simon's too. The papers and disc-tapes had been given up by her Aunt to government soldiers.

Juliet had saved some of it though; an action figure here, a DVD there, a claim, of Simon's old clothes as her own. It's hard to make someone disappear completely, even when they're gone.

Claire's death wasn't like that. Nothing was hidden. There was no soft misery, no swallows and shadows of fear, no gnawing, gradual conviction that stories no longer could have happy endings. This was sharp pain, enough to make Juliet near double over, for the very real death of a very best friend that would never, ever be hidden.

But she didn't double over. Instead she used the tablecloth to wrap Claire's body. Traditionally, you cover the face, but Juliet couldn't bear to do it. She didn't want to think of Claire as meat, nothing. A face was better.

The dish trolley was still standing, after John Ferrara's rampage. They used it to climb to the roof, carrying the body, Juliet taking the head and Karl, the feet. It was night again, Juliet noted, surprised. There had been more announcements. Durriken Lovell was dead, the boy, the psychologist, the sweetest kid she had ever known. The friend she'd failed to prioritize, because he would survive, of course he would survive, everyone liked Durriken. Or Duncan. His dull American name. Luke Mendoza had killed again, twice; maybe Stephanie Mason had been right about him. Bryant Carver had killed again. Matthew Payne was dead, causing a surprising stab of pain; they'd slept together once, nothing significant, the boyslut and the girlslut doing the inevitable, but he had been sweet and laid-back and never once mean.

They had slept, maybe a little, during the day, when they weren't being interrupted by the announcements, taking turns keeping watch and bolting the kitchen door. It had been Karl, or maybe Marilyn, who had urged her not to take the body to the roof during the day, where people would be active, where everyone could see. Marilyn, besides, was too exhausted to move much further; Juliet wondered if she'd been running all day, but didn't dare ask. She needed sleep.

So they'd slept, maybe a little, during the day, and wrapped Claire's body, and Juliet had searched the kitchen fruitlessly for incense, for flowers, for sheet music though-Claire-sang-off-key, for anything she could put with Claire's body to make a shrine, to make a proper funeral.

In the end, she'd found some dry matches and the stub of a candle, stuck in the back of a drawer. Three matches, strikes, to light the candle, and Juliet wrapped it in a paper funnel once there was flame. It was a still night, but there was no telling what would happen, and she wanted the flame to last as long as it could.

The sky was twilight-blue. She was still surprised she could see stars.

Claire hadn't meant anything to Karl, Marilyn. She had meant everything to her. Juliet should say some words, a poem, something without fear, but there was nothing inside.

Instead, remembering her father's words, she asked Karl and Marilyn if they had any coins. Karl had a plethora, quarters and nickels and subway tokens, and handed them to her, silently. She sent Marilyn down for a pan of water; Marilyn returned, obediently, and Juliet wet Claire's lips with the sanitary cotton from the first aid kit.

"Matsugo-no-mizo." She hadn't spoke Japanese since her father died. "Water of the last moment. She's American, but this is the only funeral ceremony I know."

An apology, perhaps, to Claire's father, who would have spared no expense on a funeral.

Six coins, Juliet counted out, six coins for the journey through the River of Three Crossings, the denomination didn't matter. Claire's head was already facing North. Nothing else was appropriate, at least nothing else she could remember; there were no flowers here, no inverted screens or blocks of ice, no chief mourner wearing white, or black. Marilyn and Karl looked solemn, but confused; Juliet should say something to--

--a gunshot.

Too close.

Juliet went for her gun.
-----------

Program: Juliet Watanabe ~ Dead ~ Let's Make Life A Living Hell ~ LeMat Revolver
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
MurderWeasel
Member Avatar
I can trick them into thinking anything
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
((Karl Chalmers continued from A Couple of Cooks in the Kitchen))

Karl had left Marilyn a wide berth during their time in the mess hall, and hadn't said a whole lot. It wasn't easy, sharing a building with the girl. Karl had never for an instant believed that other races were inherently inferior in any way, but he had understood very well the need for the illusion, and he'd sure done more than his share to propagate it around the school. That was putting aside the direct targeting of Marilyn. Yeah, he'd had justifications for all of it. Yeah, even now, even after coming to accept that she and Juliet were probably both decent people, and that, just maybe, the government was a little more screwed up than he'd wanted to let on, even now he wasn't quite willing to admit being entirely wrong in his actions.

This would probably not do the reconciliation process any favors.

That was for later, though. For now, they were dealing with Claire, and Claire was dead. Juliet had some sort of funeral ritual she wanted to perform. Ritual was important, was something that people could cling to in times of adversity. It was part of why the military held such power, with its decorum and carefully-structured protocols. Americans, by being forced into military service, had their natural proclivities towards ritual strengthened even further, on an institutional level.

Karl wasn't about to mess things up for Juliet. Not with a friend dead. He and Marilyn could just exist at arm's length until things were done here.

They'd rested. They'd moved the body onto the roof, now, because that was where Juliet wanted it, and Karl wasn't about to question whatever strange tradition this was. The announcements had been on again. One of the Masons was dead. Karl couldn't know if it was the one they had talked to. He hoped it wasn't Stephanie. Suspicious as she had been, she had been a pretty good person before all of this.

Karl had given Juliet his coins. He didn't have any further need for them. It was funny, realizing only now that money no longer held any meaning or relevancy to them. He wondered how many students were still carrying their wallets. He wondered if, aside from proving their identities with their school IDs, there was any purpose to such an action.

Juliet began to chant, in a language Karl couldn't understand. She explained it, though he couldn't know if her words were for him or the cameras. Then, there was a noise. Conflict, likely. It sounded close by.

Karl dropped to a kneeling position, looking around quickly, trying to figure out what was going on. They didn't need a firefight now, that was for sure.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."

Past characters:

If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Fiori
Member Avatar
Shut up or Ryuhei will kick you...... IN THE FACE!
[ *  *  *  * ]
((Sophie Mason continued from A Brief Moment of Solace))

Out of all her specified targets, the only one who Sophie had a good idea as to the location of was Juliet Watanabe. So naturally it made sense to go see her first...

Of course, there was always the very likely chance that she'd decided to move out of her little vantage point in order to look for her friends, especially seeing as the announcements listed Claire Heartland amongst the dead. That might have given her the incentive to go out and actively investigate rather than stick around waiting for someone to bring along a pair of bodybags.

Thankfully though, as she looked around the corner of the officer's quarters at the building which Juliet had claimed as her own, there on top of the roof she could just about make out Juliet standing there amidst the moonlight. Perfect. She's completely unaware that I'm watching her right now...

However, despite her luck, the fact still remained that she had to find a way of getting near her without drawing attention. She could always try shooting at her from the courtyard, but Sophie knew fine well that shotgun's weren't exactly made for using at long range. Her failed attempts at gunning down Luke was proof enough that trying to shoot her from where she was standing would be a complete waste of time.

That being said, another idea dawned to her as to how she could deal with the dilemma she was currently facing. One which stood a much better chance of success than randomly shooting at her like some kind of wild west cowboy.

And so, with this thought in mind, Sophie ran towards to mess hall and slammed her back against the wall, bracing herself for the inevitable recoil as she aimed her gun into the air and pulled the trigger. After which, she then preceded to open the door and scream for help as she dashed for a beam on the opposite side of the large room, hiding behind it as she awaited the inevitable investigation.

It was a risky plan, of course. One which could easily go wrong in far too many ways to count... However, the fact still remained that with any luck Juliet would investigate the source of the noise, hopefully expecting to find some poor damsel in need of rescuing. However, the inside of the mess hall was almost pitch black, with the only source of light coming from the skylight which in itself provided very little illumination.

In other words, it was the perfect place for someone like Sophie to set up an ambush.

Now to play the waiting game...
THE PROGRAM V2

M02: Damien Stone - Pitchfork/Ballistics Knife - The Lake

BRAURP

SOTF: Evolution

Program V1

TV V1
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
storyspoiler
Member Avatar
Rookie
[ *  * ]
A girl screamed.

The gun was pointless. The screams were down there, in the Mess Hall that she'd just left. And she needed to go down, and save this girl, whoever it was, because that's what you do, because saving people was good, because let's think of practical reasons why I should do this. If I save this kid, whoever they are, then that's one less person gunning for me and Karl and Marilyn at the end, or at least not gunning for us so eagerly--

Oh fuck, let's do it.

It's not like she was going to survive anyway.

Downstairs was dark. She knew that. She could survive without a gun. She was fast, she was strong. But if the would-be killer came up here---

She shoved the gun in Karl's hands.

"Protect her," she said, "or I will spend the rest of this game hunting you down."

Then she swung herself softly through the skylight, onto the dish trolley, into the kitchen.

-----------

The kitchen was dark.

Juliet was fighting the urge to call out "Hello?". It was an entirely stupid urge. Saying words would only let the shooter know where she was; it wouldn't help the victim. But the kitchen was eerily quiet--too quiet. Had the victim already died? Was the killer lying in wait? Or had they both already left the building?

Check it out. Move silently. Simon taught you to be a ninja. Stay quiet. Stay unseen. Shadow to shadow. Move now.

Check it out. If nothing's up, leave.

Motion draws attention. Conserve motion. Know where you're going. Move when you're ready.

Move when you're ready.

And behind a fallen beam, something moved.
-----------

Program: Juliet Watanabe ~ Dead ~ Let's Make Life A Living Hell ~ LeMat Revolver
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
MurderWeasel
Member Avatar
I can trick them into thinking anything
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
And then, Karl had a gun in his hand. He had a gun, and Juliet was running down to try to protect someone who was crying for help, or something like that. She was going to save this girl, without her weapon.

Karl found that pretty unlikely.

No, something was wrong. Whether it was a trap or not, Juliet was about to get herself killed. She'd die, and she'd leave him with a gun he didn't know how to use, protecting a girl he didn't know all that well, who had every reason in the world to hate him. No, this wouldn't do at all. He'd have to do something to protect her. He tried to tell himself it was purely pragmatic, but he couldn't even kid himself anymore. He cared about Juliet. He didn't want to see her hurt. He was willing to take a few little personal risks towards that end.

He considered following her down, but that wouldn't work. Marilyn was up here. He wouldn't leave her alone. They'd already lucked out finding her once.

"Keep low," he said, not bothering to see if she was listening.

That done, he moved to the skylight. He was briefly silhouetted, casting his shadow through it. Uh oh.

Didn't matter. He saw movement below. Leaned closer. Squinted. The Mason. Whichever it was that was still alive. The killer, right? She was moving, heading towards Juliet. She had some sort of gun. This was going to get really ugly.

He could stop it.

Karl had never before in his life held a gun, had never expected to shoot someone. He didn't think he could kill, maybe not even in total self defense. Certainly not Sophie or Stephanie Mason. The thought made him queasy.

He could make her think twice about going for Juliet, though. The task was simple. You aimed guns by pretty much pointing and pulling the trigger, right? This gun had two triggers. No time to worry about it.

He pointed it roughly near the Mason, and yanked the upper trigger. There was a blast. The glass of the skylight shattered. The gun flipped out of Karl's hands, landing on the roof.

Then everything went straight to hell.
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."

Past characters:

If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
peregrineink
Member Avatar
Veteran
[ *  *  *  * ]
(Madeline Harris continued from Fancy Footwork)

Maddie felt good. But she also felt a little hungry. Maybe it was a little hopeful, but she figured that the mess hall had to have something to eat, right?

She was trying to keep count of the amount of people that were left in the game, she was at least 75% sure that Brett Torres was still alive at least since the last announcement, so maybe she could kill him herself, and then maybe she could have some peace before she killed herself. She had made peace with the fact that there was absolutely no way she could kill at least eight people and then walk away from all of this normally, how could she look her parents in the eye? She was their little girl.

How could she make friends when everyone was watching her kill on TV? Did the art show through? She certainly hoped so. Maybe everyone was impressed. Hopefully they were all impressed in the right way.

She could hear the yelling and crying before she could see it, luckily, and scrambled for cover before anyone could see her. A startling amount of people recognized her, which was surprising. She had always thought she was such an unknown person, and all of these people seemed to know who she was. They'd kill her. Her name had come up on the announcements often enough. She found a shadowy spot and hid, hoping beyond all hope that no one would see her.

Something shattered.

Please oh please oh please don't kill me please

She skittered like some prey animal further into the mess hall and into the darkness, knowing that it was a terrible idea and cursing herself, but finding too much comfort in the frenetic movement. Stop it what are you doing oh my god...


-PeregrineInk

Honoring the glorious dead:
F26: Maddie Harris: Resident artist.- Seven Unveiled Masterpieces- Death by carelessness
YLW5:Jake Langston:Just a nice guy-No kills- Death by misunderstanding
GLD1:Mae St. Clair -One half of the Golden Couple- One and a half kills- Death by loss of hope
M18: Brian Larke: A horrible human being.- Two kills- Death by just desserts.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Fiori
Member Avatar
Shut up or Ryuhei will kick you...... IN THE FACE!
[ *  *  *  * ]
This was far too easy.

Not only had Juliet taken the bait and decided to sneak down from the rooftop to investigate the cause of the noise, but she had also left herself completely unarmed. So even if by some miracle she missed the first shot, there wasn't the risk of there being an unnecessary and potentially fatal firefight.

However, ideally, one well aimed shot to the back of the head should suffice. Followed shortly by a brief inspection of the premises for any useful equipment before quickly leaving, seeing as all her gunfire would undoubtedly attract some kind of attention. Then again, she could always attempt to make use of the crowbar, but something told her that it was far too risky to try and get up close and personal. All Juliet needed to do was turn her head around in order to spot Sophie sneaking up behind her. That being said, she needed to get closer anyway in order to get a clear shot. At least with a firearm she could still take her out if she DID notice her.

And so, once Sophie was sure that Juliet wouldn't be able to spot her, she slowly began to sneak closer towards Juliet, taking extra care not to accidentally step on a shard of glass or something and reveal her location. It would be far too easy by this point to give her presence away, a fact which had Sophie more than a little edgy. One wrong move and she'd give the game away too early. She'd have to be extra careful and pick the right moment to strike. If she rushed, there was a very good chance that she could miss. But if she took too long, there was also a very good chance that Juliet would become aware of her and dash for cover. And the last thing Sophie wanted was to make this situation more complicated than it really needed to be.

As she neared slightly closer, the surviving Mason stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes caught something on the floor. Something which alerted her to a dangerous possibility that she'd failed to consider. Something which made the entire situation a thousand times more complicated then it seemed at first.

A shadow.

Not her own shadow, or even Juliet's, but a shadow cast by an unseen third party.

Juliet was not alone.

As Sophie's eyes darted up towards the skylight, she barely had seconds to acknowledge the boy aiming his gun at her before he opened fire, the bullet missing her by mere inches as she instinctively rolled out of harm's way. Then, not pausing for a second, Sophie lifted her own gun and fired back in retaliation.

This shot, however, proved to be far more successful than her previous attempts. The spread of pellets hit her would-be attacker's left leg, instantly tearing through flesh and bone. There was then a loud outcry of pain, followed the loud noise of her yet-to-be identified opponent crashing through the skylight and landing back first onto a shopping trolley.

It was at this point that she was finally able to identify her attacker, who as it turned out was none other than Karl Chalmers, AKA the same scumbag whom her sister had a schoolgirl crush on for reasons Sophie could never fully understand. Whilst Sophie herself never had any particular problem with the government, Karl's insufferable grovelling towards them was something she could barely stomach at the best of times. And whilst Sophie didn't find this game to be the least bit enjoyable, she could still nevertheless feel a strange sense of satisfaction at finally being the one to show the General's pet exactly what it meant to be in the program.

Only problem now was that she'd pretty much lost the element of surprise thanks to Karl's unwanted interruption, which meant that dealing with Juliet would now be somewhat problematic.

And that didn't even take into account the fact that a certain Madeline Harris had now entered the premises...
Edited by Fiori, Jun 3 2011, 08:56 AM.
THE PROGRAM V2

M02: Damien Stone - Pitchfork/Ballistics Knife - The Lake

BRAURP

SOTF: Evolution

Program V1

TV V1
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
storyspoiler
Member Avatar
Rookie
[ *  * ]
And a shot.

Not her.

A cry.

Karl?

Please stop.

Stop!

But no stopping.

The light was being tossed around wildly, as the dish trolley rattled, as the shotgun gleamed, as reflected light hit the buckles of a girl's overalls. Maddie Harris was in the room; she painted well, and Durriken had talked about her occasionally. She was now…a serial killer? Maybe. Juliet couldn't remember.

And one of the Mason twins. With a shotgun. Karl's killer.

And you play the game, you play the game like Simon taught you how to play the game, because you're a ninja now, a fighter, and both these girls have given away their positions, and they're confused and you can hurt them.

You can hurt them.

Hurt them.

The Mason was closer. Juliet had caught her movement behind the beam. She didn't want Maddie getting anywhere near her. She wanted to get Karl out of here. She didn't know anything about medical care. Maybe he could recover?

Only one way to find out.

Distance was easy to cover. This Mason--her shoulders were narrow and surprisingly solid under Juliet's hands. She was off-balance, slightly, a whisper of lean. Enough that Juliet could exploit it by kicking the back of her left knee.

Stephanie (Sophie?) gasped. Juliet felt the Mason's shoulder shudder and leap under her hands.

Claire, my white swan.

This was bodies now, bodies and twists and infinitesimal movements. Dance. Ballet.

Ballet.

Hey, Mom.

Just watch me.

And she could fling Sophie Mason into Madeleine Harris's chest, a tumble of elbows and knees in the dark, and the lights dance again, and one of them screams.

Sharp, panicked motions.

But Juliet is calm.

It's easy, somehow, easy to lift the beam.

Fling it at the both of them.

It shouldn't be that light.

No, it shouldn't.

Another scream, another crash, and Juliet turns, and Karl is still on the dish trolley, spasming but alive. She needs to get him out of here.

I think I have the adrenaline now.

To the far side of the trolley, where none of the bodies can shoot her in the back. They're writhing now, a mass, like caterpillars.

The trolley is easy to climb.

Too easy to climb.
-----------

Program: Juliet Watanabe ~ Dead ~ Let's Make Life A Living Hell ~ LeMat Revolver
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
MurderWeasel
Member Avatar
I can trick them into thinking anything
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
Karl was expecting a lot of things, prepared for a lot of potential ends to this encounter. Catching a shotgun blast full in the thigh was not one of them. He didn't feel much in the first half second. A glance showed him that his right leg had been pretty much shredded, bleeding from a dozen ragged holes. Then it couldn't support his weight anymore, and he toppled forward, through the skylight.

His last thought before everything went black was how silly it was that she'd shot him. He hadn't even been holding the gun at the time.





When the world cleared a little, Karl was lying down. He couldn't feel much, but his breathing felt strange. He couldn't move his arms. There was noise, maybe words, but nothing was distinct. Something was dripping from his leg. His eyes were open, but he couldn't see much, just some shapes. One looked almost familiar, so he gurgled at it for a second.

What was going on?
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."

Past characters:

If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Namira
Member Avatar
Paint me like one of your Sith girls
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
((Filler for the sake of something actually being here))

When the fighting broke out, Marilyn stuck to the roof, unashamedly hitting the deck and cowering there. She still had no idea what Juliet wanted from her, and whilst it wasn't looking like some kind of 'Take on Americans' type thing, like she'd suspected, it was... well, this was momentary safety at best. Marilyn hadn't stuck around in risky places before, for fear of getting killed. Those fears hadn't miraculously vanished over the course of the day. Call it cowardly, but she wasn't going to put herself in danger.

The skylight nearby shattered and Marilyn shrieked, covering her head in both hands, trembling on the ground. After a couple of seconds, she looked up. ...Karl was gone.

Oh god. This got better and better.

Whimpering, Marilyn scrambled away from the shattered light.
~*~

Currently Showing

Previously on Namiravision
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
peregrineink
Member Avatar
Veteran
[ *  *  *  * ]
(Edited to add in the announcements, if this messes with continuity just let me know!)

Maddie was wondering if maybe her vigilante dreams were worse than when she had decided to kill. Was it appropriate, after seeing all of this, to yell into the shattered silence "hello, are any of you Brett Torres? He is the last one I want to kill before I've decided to kill myself."

It was incredibly silly and ridiculous, that thought rattling around in her head, and even she of all people knew that calling attention to herself at this moment in time was probably the absolute worst thing to do in this situation. A boy had just fallen through the skylight. She was pretty sure that was Karl Chalmers. She was pretty sure this was her life now. Kids getting shot through skylights and people running through the dark.

How many people were in the mess hall with her? The Desert Eagle now in her hand was a good choice for this kind of crazy life. What should she do? Was Karl Chalmers even alive? She made her way as close as possible to where he had landed. This was Maddie being nice. This was Maddie making friends. She did not dare to speak, she really didn't. But maybe she could help.

How the hell could she help!?

She pressed her back against the wall, keeping her eyes peeled for anyone else- THERE. Gold. No. Platinum. Not like Maddie's hair but still blonde, it was one of the Mason twins. But which? Hasn't one died? She couldn't remember, her mind was still too full of thoughts. Another one had just crept in- maybe she should stay away from Karl Chalmers, maybe people would think that she was going to kill him.

Sophie or Stephanie but which one? She thought they were both so interesting with their identical looks, Maddie had always wondered what it was like to have a reflection. Was she going to kill Maddie? Did everyone think that Maddie was going to kill them? Did Maddie want to? She could feel the familiar itching once more, the itching she hoped would be extinguished with the horror that was Kendra's accidental death, but she could feel it under her skin, she could feel it as she looked at the blonde twin, singular now.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She just gripped her gun.

Maddie was going to save her itch for Brett.

She felt like a caged animal for a moment...and then...

The crackle of the loud speaker, Adams began speaking. Maddie flinched as her name was mentioned...and someone else had died in the watchtower besides Jennifer? An accident? She gritted her teeth hard as the man in the speaker said that she stabbed Kendra to death. No.

No.

NO.

"I didn't stab her," Maddie whispered to herself. "It was an accident."

It was.
Edited by peregrineink, Jun 5 2011, 09:17 PM.
-PeregrineInk

Honoring the glorious dead:
F26: Maddie Harris: Resident artist.- Seven Unveiled Masterpieces- Death by carelessness
YLW5:Jake Langston:Just a nice guy-No kills- Death by misunderstanding
GLD1:Mae St. Clair -One half of the Golden Couple- One and a half kills- Death by loss of hope
M18: Brian Larke: A horrible human being.- Two kills- Death by just desserts.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Cake
Member Avatar
Psychedelic!
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
[[Luke Mendoza Continued From: Naptime.]]

He had been numb.

Simply wandering around the compound, doing as Bryant Carver requested, in quietly searching for Megan Jacobson, for Ryan Montoya; making sure they were safe. For Brendon and Alex, to fulfill his promises to Matt. For anyone alive and sane, really. All he had seen during his solemn search, was a reminder of the situation he was in. A dead body, here and there. Like William Chandler.

William, didn't really like Luke all that much back in school, for reasons unknown to him, as they never really got to know each other much. He looked like he shot himself in the head: death by suicide. Much like Luke had attempted to do twice before. Russian Roulette. Hah. Russian Roulette.

Living with the crazy nutjobs in Russia who invented that game, sounded much better than living in a nation where it was okay, to send high school students to fight to the death.

Now, Luke found himself at the mess hall. The very same building he had avoided last night, due to the sound of gunshots.

Well. Tonight wasn't any different as there was yet another gunshot coming from the building along with a girl's scream. Luke would have fled the spot again, if it wasn't for who he saw there.

First there was Karl Chalmers and Juliet Watanabe on the roof of the building. Two of the people he was looking for, on behalf of Logan Sorenson.
Next there was a girl nearby, on the ground. A small girl, with her hair in a braid. She seemed to have a gun in her hand. Was she the one who caused the loud bang from the gun? She darted into the building.

The shot from earlier didn't sound like one from a small gun, however. It sounded like a shotgun. Like the one Bryant... damn it!

There was shit going down in that Mess Hall. Carver could be in there and even though that black mother fucker had given him a black eye, he turned out to be a decent fellow. And Juliet was in there, and Chalmers was there.... and some girl with a braid, and who knows who else?!

"Chalmers! Chalmers!!" Luke tried yelling for the boy on the roof to notice him.

This was answered by another gun blast sound echoing the area. Chalmers was the one who got shot.

A scream, a crash.

He didn't know who screamed, but it sounded female.

It was Chalmers who crashed - through the roof of the building.

The shattering of glass, told Luke, it was through a skylight. And... then it hit him. With all the names on the announcements, he only vaguely remembered, one girl he saw on the bus ride with a braid. The same girl who's name was all over pretty much EVERY announcement. Highly prolific. The top killer in the Program. The one who did... that to Johan Luther, the results of which Luke had seen a few hours ago with Megan and Bryant. The one who was highly likely to be the one responsible for shooting Karl Chalmers, right there in front of him, if the announcements were any indication.

Madeline Harris.

"Holy shit. Holy SHIT!"

To Luke, before this game happened, he wouldn't have given two shits, for Chalmers at all. In fact he'd have welcomed this kind of thing, but after today things were turned upside down. When he actually talked to Chalmers back at the start, in the Administration Building, Chalmers proved to be a good guy. Chalmers even listened to Luke's rambling, and thoughts of back home and understood him. An unexpected confidant.

He started running for the building, Rough Rider Revolver in hand, ready to help Juliet and Chalmers, from the psychopath waiting inside. Juliet had a gun though right? Did she even trust Luke anymore after his name had been on the announcements for killing three people, himself?

If he wasn't careful he could be walking to his death, at the hands of the very people he was trying to help.

Luke took a breath as he waited outside of the Mess Hall's entrance.

What ever happened to those days, where Luke could just imagine himself bitch slapping Chalmers with his back hand, or dunking his head in the toilet, for self-calming purposes? Now he was about to risk his life for the guy.

The announcements sounded off at the same time. It told him Kami's death which he already knew, and more of that Madeline Harris with her killing spree.

Luke couldn't think of that now. Karl and Juliet were in trouble and could wind up the same way, as a certain Madeline Harris was also occupying the building. He pushed the door open and entered from the back.




The building was much darker than outside. The only light coming from outside, through the shattered sky light. Juliet Watanabe was there in the center of it, with Karl Chalmers. But there was no girl with braid - Madeline Harris here. No Bryant Carver and his shotgun. There didn't seem to be anyone else here, besides Juliet and Chalmers.

Watch your back Luke.

Sor's voice was right. It looked like they were safe, but Luke knew better. Whoever else that was in this mess hall: was hiding.
Luke had his gun ready as he stepped under the broken skylight, with Juliet and Karl Chalmers.

He held a hand out, steadily. A sort of 'calm down, I'm not here to fight' kind of motion. She didn't seem to be armed at all. Her gun she had back in the Administration building wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Juliet." His voice was all he needed to tell her who he was. His tone, told her, he wasn't hostile, or ready to shoot, but it was ready, incase Maddie Harris decided to show herself.

He looked at Chalmers. His injuries to the leg severe. He needed to talk to him. He needed to cover for them. Keep their attackers at bay. Luke shot into the darkness. A signal for Maddie Harris, or whoever the attacker was: 'Leave. Now.' It said.

Something fell out of Chalmers' outfit. Luke picked it up. A packet, with the Heinz logo. Likely more in the boy's pocket. Ketchup...

Luke's knees weakened. His throat tightened. His head felt light. His eyes felt wet. His voice cracked. Then something unexpected happened.

"Karl? Stay with us man!"
Second Chances Version 2 Characters:
B14: Kyran Dean | Alive - bandaged cheek with diagonal scar, bloody nose | Whatever (Catchphrase) in: Hero? But I'm a Kid Like Everyone Else | AK-47
G29: Wendy Fischer | Alive | Pantsless in: Carp Diem | Frozen 25lb Carp with no head (Mr. Dolph)

Sotf-TV Season 65 Flagship:
Gold Team Member #4 (SDA Male): Shawn Morrison | One with the Universe | Being Real in: Oracular Spectacular | Brian Peter George St. John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno, The Deceased Boa Constrictor.

Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Fiori
Member Avatar
Shut up or Ryuhei will kick you...... IN THE FACE!
[ *  *  *  * ]
Juliet was fast. Much faster than Sophie had anticipated, anyway.

Before she even had the chance to cock her shotgun, the Japanese girl had already grabbed her by the shoulders and kicked the back of her knee, causing her to gasp in pain shortly before Juliet flinged across the room with all the strength she could muster. Expecting to land face first onto the hard concrete floor, Sophie was surprised when she instead found herself colliding with a girl several inches shorter than her. What!?! Where did she come from?!?

The two fell to the floor in a scrambled heap, both of them struggling to get away from the other as quickly as possible. After writhing about for a few moments attempting to regain balance, Sophie finally managed to get back to her feet with her shotgun still firmly in her hands.

Her eyes instinctively turned towards Juliet to see where she had gone, feeling thoroughly annoyed that she hadn't been quick enough to shoot her whilst she had the chance as she cocked her gun, before turning back towards the small girl who had the audacity to sneak up behind her. It was at that point that the sixth announcement started, informing her of which of her classmates would no longer be a problem. Nobody particularly important from the sound of things, not that it really mattered.

Because right now, the only thing Sophie really cared about was that the person whom she'd bumped into was none other than Madeline Harris.

THAT Madeline Harris. The same Madeline Harris she watched shoot Damon Gent in the back as if it was nothing at all, only to then go ahead and earn herself a hefty bodycount. In all honesty, Sophie didn't mind Madeline's presence on the island. Her gung ho tendencies greatly reduced the competition, meaning that she herself would have less work to worry about. Not to mention the fact that big-game killers like her drew attention from the relative small-timers such as herself who were trying to keep themselves underneath the radar.

However, that didn't mean that she ever wanted to actually meet her face-to-face, like he had just done so right that very second.

Instinctively, Sophie lifted her gun in Madeline's general direction and pulled the trigger before running off in the opposite direction, not even bother to check whether or not her shot had actually met her target. The last thing she wanted was a firefight on her hands, especially seeing as Juliet could very easily grab her own gun and start opening fire herself. Before long, Sophie opened up the first door she could find and slammed it behind her, making sure to block it with a nearby chair she found lying around.

There, that should hold for now. I need to regroup, think up a plan, and strike back ASAP. Its not as if I've got forever to come up with something...

It was only at that point as Sophie turned around that she realised that she'd locked herself into the kitchen, and from the looks of things there didn't seem to be any way out.

...Damn.
THE PROGRAM V2

M02: Damien Stone - Pitchfork/Ballistics Knife - The Lake

BRAURP

SOTF: Evolution

Program V1

TV V1
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
storyspoiler
Member Avatar
Rookie
[ *  * ]
(Okay, because I'm confused as to the location we're all in, I'm just going to put everybody who isn't actively trying to shoot Juliet, Karl et al onto the roof. Hooray!)

And Juliet put Chalmers, Karl Chalmers, on to the roof.

Mom, if you told me I'd rescue this guy a week ago, I'd have laughed you in the face.

Not anymore.

His leg was…torn up. Dark jeans, dark blood. Hard to see.

"Juliet."

Luke Mendoza's voice rattled up from the Mess Hall. He sounded steady, and she felt a pulse of relief. Logan's boyfriend. Luke. She'd talked to him. He'd killed. But standing under the skylight, he didn't look like a danger. He fired his gun once, balanced, like a soldier.

Something fell out of Karl's pocket. Juliet didn't stop to see what it was.

"Karl? Stay with us, man!"

Luke again, sounding choked.

Marilyn had skittered away from the skylight, but now she crept forward. Juliet turned to her, speaking louder than she wanted to, "Do you know first aid?"

Someone in this pack must know first aid. If not Marilyn, then maybe Luke could help. She'd pay Luke back. She could pay everyone back. Pay everyone back at the end.

Too many thoughts. Not enough action. Luke was climbing the dish trolley now, waving his gun around, pulling himself to the roof. Marilyn, to her surprise, offered him a shivering hand. Good girl.

And Juliet was taking off her jacket, her brown leather long-coat with gold trim, Simon's old jacket, costumey and gauche, pulling the pins out of the tails and wrapping it around Karl's leg. Tightly. Keep the blood in. Tourniquet. But if you squeeze too tight, does the blood come out faster? Dad, help, please, I don't want him to die, I don't know what to do!

But Dad wasn't here.

"Luke?" She asked, "Do you know first aid?"

Another shot. Juliet startled. Maybe close, maybe far away. Karl moaned, his face pulled in pain.

She could see light blooming over the horizon.

Shit. If we don't get off the roof, soon everyone will see us.

And surely someone had a sniper rifle, and could pick them all off as soon as they were visible.

"Someone needs to do something to Karl's leg," she said to Luke, to Marilyn. "I've wrapped it, but I'm not sure that's right. If anyone knows first aid, you should do something, or tell me what to do, NOW. If not, we need to get off this roof pronto. Light's coming."

And if they didn't know what to do, she could lift him up, bring him down from the roof, tell him to hold on, because he saved your life, and a week ago, you wouldn't have believed that, huh?

And if she could find enough adrenaline, he wouldn't even be heavy.
-----------

Program: Juliet Watanabe ~ Dead ~ Let's Make Life A Living Hell ~ LeMat Revolver
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
MurderWeasel
Member Avatar
I can trick them into thinking anything
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
Movement. Pain. Fear.

Karl was on the roof. He was on the roof and he was looking up at the stars again. Somehow, they'd managed to pull him out. He felt weak. Lightheaded. He knew why. Karl was no medical genius, but even he knew what happened if arteries were severed. Blood, and lots of it. He didn't have long. He was probably going to lose consciousness here soon. He could barely think. It all hurt. There were gaps in his memory, like the times when, late at night, he had slipped in and out of sleep without realizing it.

This was different. His body was struggling to bring blood to his brain. Someone was tying something around his leg. He forced his eyes to focus. Juliet. Improvising a tourniquet. Kind of her. He'd never have imagined that things would end like this.

Her actions were pointless.

Other people were there, too. Marilyn. Luke? What had happened? How much had Karl missed?

He had something for Luke. He struggled to get it out, but it slipped from his pocket. Luke saw. That was enough. He was telling Karl to hang on. They didn't get it, did they? He was dead. He knew it. Nothing could help at this point.

He tried to speak, instead just groaned in pain. Tried to move. No luck, just some twitches.

A couple deep breaths pulled him together some.

"H-hey," he said. "Fuck... I'm s-sorry."

He didn't even know what he was talking about. It was hard to pay attention. Everything hurt. He had a couple of things he still wanted to do, though. Just a couple little things. He could hold out that long, right? Just a little while.

"L-luke. Thanks. J-just don't... I mean.. be c-careful, everyone. D-don't make... mistakes."

Stupid. He couldn't articulate himself clearly. Where was the discourse he'd always prided himself on?

Maybe the same place as his patriotic spirit.

All this, though, and he still couldn't totally hate the government, couldn't completely detest what it stood for. It was such a good idea. In theory, it should function, should be free of this sort of corruption. Something was wrong, something was rotten, but it could still be excised. He shouldn't have been thrown here. He should have grown up, should have joined the system and worked to fix it.

But he knew he probably wouldn't have. He'd have become another bureaucrat, another drone. It took personal experience to change people, to make them see problems. Hadn't he argued for this whole Program, not too long ago? He wouldn't have lifted a finger without this.

Maybe that was the purpose. Maybe this was everything wrong with the nation. Maybe, just maybe, it was some insane patriotic gamble, some hidden patriot's desperate cry for help. Maybe it was symptomatic of everything wrong with the country, and it existed, had been created, to personify that, to push it into everyone's faces and make them stand up and get their act together and fix America into the glorious country it should have always been, one free of war and corruption and hate.

He liked that explanation. He could pretend it was right. He could maybe do something to help other people realize it.

"H-hey," he said. "There's... something in my backpack. I d-don't need it anymore. Maybe... maybe find a good use for it, Juliet? Maybe... b-burn it or something? I'm sure you'll... figure something out."

A shaky little laugh.

This was going wrong. He just wanted to back up, undo things, use his newfound knowledge somehow. He wanted to find some way to live, some way to avoid what had happened. He should've crouched. Goddammit, that was it. He should've crouched down to fire, presented a lower profile. Something that simple, a mistake that tiny, and he was going to die for it. No one to run to, now. No one to help him. No one to make things right. At least Juliet was safe.

That was the one thing he didn't regret. He'd help her again. Even though she was some sort of anarchist dissident traitor, even though she'd mess up his perfect order, would never believe his final revelation, he'd help her again in a heartbeat. He hoped she and Marilyn had some quality time together. Hoped it was all worth it.

Hard to see anything. Blood loss. The tourniquet might have helped, but it was too little, too late. Oxygen deprivation of the brain. The good news was, it didn't hurt so much anymore.

"G-good... luck.

"Fuck..."

It all went black.

He didn't die for another five minutes, but he didn't wake up again.

M08, Karl Chalmers: DECEASED
Current characters:

The Program: V3 Prologue:
Mina Mashall - Digital Voice Recorder - Making a good impression - "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me."
Erik Bell - Jericho .941 - Having lunch - "May I?"

SECOND CHANCES: V2:
Assorted flora and fauna

SOTF-TV V2:
EW4: Jewel Evans - Chatterbox Communicator Headsets (0/5) - Online - ELIMINATED - "Scars are just reminders to be better next time."

Past characters:

If you want an honest assessment of your character's storyline, feel free to PM me and I'll whip one up as soon as I am able.

Thanks to Bear/Frogue/Kotorikun/Ryuki for the avatar art.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Enjoy forums? Start your own community for free.
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · The Mess Hall · Next Topic »
Add Reply
  • Pages:
  • 1

Theme created by tiptopolive. Find more great themes and skins at the ZB Theme Zone.