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Topic Started: May 29 2011, 07:07 PM (718 Views)
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((Madelyn Conner continued from The King in Yellow))

It was clean, which was good. It didn't have a bathroom smell of human stank or cleaning products. Sure, Madelyn knew she should have taken some one with her, or just have gone closer to the group. The knowledge of what happened to students who separated themselves from their groups didn't stop her from thinking she was different. Plus, the bathroom was close enough for her to justify that it was still a smart thing to do.

Madelyn pushed the door open with the with the oar hard enough for it to make a noise to cause anyone in there laying in a trap to hear. She let the noise and door alone for a while, but when she was having difficulty holding it in when entered and did her business after checking the other stalls.




After getting that taken care of Madelyn left the bathroom. Unfortunately she couldn't practice basic hygiene and wash her hands, but she treated that as a mere inconvenience. When she left the small building she decided to was a good idea to eat before heading back. She leaned against the building and pulled out a cliff bar from her pack, and ate it. Taking no time to savor it as it was for energy and not taste.

After some water followed it she began to head back. Stopping to admire the island for a little bit. When she was looking at the map she noticed it was a bit strange. A Glacier, Ski Resort, Tar Pits, and a rainforest were among the locations on the map. On the ground she saw where tropical foliage met domestic plants. This was the point that she would be screaming at the TV to,

"Get the fuck back to your team, you stupid bitch." If she was back at home.
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(Vincent Sullivan – ORA1 arriving from Magical Bunny Girl Sidney-Chan)

Vincent had to give it to the people who picked the locations for these seasons; they picked a damn good one with this island. Now that he was off the cruise ship he finally had a reason to look at the map in his bag and got to see what a diverse place the island really was.

What little he had seen of previous seasons of SOTF told him that the locations were usually pretty one note; urban environments, sleepy little villages, middle of nowhere wilderness. If he remembered right one of the seasons took place entirely inside a shopping mall, after the initial novelty wore off that probably got pretty boring. But this place; rain forest, ski resort, and beaches alongside hotels, docks and of course the cruise ship. This wide a range of places on such a small island shouldn’t even be possible, he was sure of it.

All that aside, the location Vincent was really interested in right now was the open plains. The largest, most empty, most boring place on the island, but also the place right in the middle of the island which had borders with about half the other locations. It was like the hub for the entire island.

Looking up from the map in his hands Vincent saw that he had already crossed are large section of the plains while lost in thought. He also saw that somebody else was on the plains with him nearby and was similarly lost in their map. He didn’t know who she was – the back of a person’s head wasn’t a lot to go on after all – other than the fact that she was wearing a Purple bandana on her wrist, not an Orange one, and that made her fair game whoever she was.

With a smirk he reached around his back to retrieve the Desert Eagle from his where he had tucked it into the waist of his jeans and began creeping towards where the girl stood. His luck seemed to be turning around quite dramatically from where he was when he first started. He’d gone from being surrounded by idiots on a boat with nothing but a camera to defend himself with; to being possibly the islands second killer armed with one of the best handguns in the world and about to get his second kill in as many hours, about to firmly secure his position in the ‘not to be fucked with’ column once the next announcement came around.

He now stood less than five feet from the girl’s back, still going unnoticed by her somehow. He was probably closer than was strictly necessary or even safe to do this, but fuck it, he didn’t want to miss and he was feeling pretty damn invincible right about now. In fact, why not have a little fun with this girl first? Just shooting her in the back of the head wouldn’t win him any fans back home. First, let’s get her attention.

“Boo”
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It started in between her shoulders on her back. The her instinct poked harder and harder, and Madelyn was stuck deciding whether or not she was paranoid. It was dragging down her back like an unwanted intimate touch that gave her the willies. Eventually the pressure on her back pressed harder and made its way into the deep of her torso. Then it was vindicated when she heard the,

"Boo"

Madelyn mind and body separated. She would remember the scolds she gave herself later, but now she turned and lashed out with the oar. Knocking the gun out of the boy's hands. It bounced to oblivion as far as Madelyn was concerned, still startled. She paused for a second that felt too long to size him up. He was only a bit taller than she was and plenty of muscle.

She made use of the oar. Ramming it into his chest. Her strategy was to use the oar to keep her distance from him. He stumbled back a few steps, but didn't seem winded. Madelyn stood her ground and waited for his next move, but went for his head with the oar instead.
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The girl reacted much, much faster than Vincent anticipated, swinging around a boat oar that he didn’t even notice she was carrying earlier and sent the gun flying from his hand, giving him a painful rap across the knuckles at the same time. Luckily he could see more or less which direction it had flown; he wouldn’t be able to go for it yet but once this girl was dealt with he could go and get it without too much difficulty finding it.

Of course that first part was easier said than done with the oar still in her hands. She jabbed him painfully in the chest with the thick wooden paddle, pushing him back a bit but not causing him too much distress; he could tell already that getting near when she had that thing was going to be a pain.

He reached up and lifted both of his bags from his shoulders – he had meant to stop somewhere and sort everything into one bag but he hadn’t found anywhere suitable since leaving the ship – and dropped them both into his hands, one in each. He let the bag in his left hand fall softly to the ground before lashing out with the bag in his right, swinging the container like a mace and knocking the wooden boat oar to the side but not out of the girl’s hands. With that little annoyance dealt with for a second he let go of the bag’s strap and rushed at the girl, lifting one knee as he got closer and slamming it into her stomach.
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When Madelyn noticed the other bag her already adrenalized heart beat faster. It meant that he either had killed before or picked it up off a body. Madelyn would put her money on the former. He used the bag in his right hand to get the oar out of his way before kneeing her in the chest. Her nervous system reluctantly welcomed back the pain of having the wind knocked out of her.

She gave a few steps before making herself straighten up to take a difficult breath, and go for another strike. She hit the arm holding the bag with the oar making him drop it. While he was distracted with that she caught the gun in her peripheral, and with renewed vigor she sent a swing for his left leg. It whistled through the air before connecting with his thigh.

She backed up a few steps holding the oar up in defense while catching as many breaths as she could before taking another swing at his head.
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Pain lanced up his right arm as the oar cracked against his forearm, which was soon accompanied by the dull ache in his left thigh as the wooden paddle was introduced to that part of his anatomy as well. She thankfully stopped for breath after that, enough time for Vincent to regain his composure as well and realise that he really needed to get that fucking oar away from this girl before she could hit him again, not that that was a hard realisation to come to in the first place.

When she stepped forward again and swung the paddle at his head again he made his move, ducking under the arc of the oar and getting as close to the girl as he could before standing up again, now nearly face to face with the girl. He grabbed a section of the oar with both hands with a tight grip and locked eyes with the girl before bending his knees to bring him more down to his level, tilting his head back slightly before bringing it forward again in one quick motion.

He jerked back as he felt the impact of his own head against hers, his skull hardened from many such impacts in the past but never enough to completely negate his own pain. He took advantage of the pain the girl was undoubtedly feeling herself and gave one hard pull on the oar, the troublesome wooden object coming free from her hands and being flung almost half far away as the gun was sent, albeit in a different direction.
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The head but had distracted her enough for him to get the paddle out of her grip and whipped it out of reach. Madelyn tackled him to the ground. She didn't just want to live. Madelyn wanted to win. When he was beneath her she got a few good punches at his face. She went for his neck to strangle him, but he lifted his thigh up and the tables were turned.

He got one shot on the side of her jaw. Cutting her cheek against her teeth the taste of blood connected with her tongue. After another shot she threw her arm to cause them to switch again. The boy went for another punch to the side of her head, but she was prepared and held up her arm in an "L" and stopped it.

Madelyn wrapped her arm around his, and used the other to to get out a punch before she saw what he was reaching for.

The Gun.

They must of rolled towards it during the fight. In a desperate move she sped her knee up in between the boy's legs. It distracted him enough for Madelyn to the push the gun away before getting off him. She couldn't keep this up, nor could she kill him. She ran back in the direction she came from. Picking up her bag in one flawless swoop.

(Madelyn Conner continued in The King in Yellow)
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The wooden oar sailed away to land softly in the grass after Vincent threw it and he turned back to face Madelyn just in time to get tackled to the ground by her and start punching him, getting in several good shots which rattled his brain a little bit. This girl was pretty good in a fight, better than most of the idiots he beat up back in Detroit; if she could hit any harder he could have been in serious trouble a few times in this fight.

As it was he was pretty good in a fight himself and had more than enough experience grappling to know to go for the switch when she tried to grab his neck and flip them over. He got in a couple good hits of his own once he claimed the top, his punches slower but hitting much harder than hers. She caught another punch and rolled them again and he spotted something out of the corner of his eye as it happened; his gun, sitting in the grass not but a few feet away. The roll brought them closer to it and as she girl sat on top of him he threw a punch with one hand to distract her while he reached out to the side with the other, the gun inches from his fingers.

She grabbed his arm mid punch and tied it up with her own – she was very good – and punched him once in the cheek just as his fingertips brushed the cold metal of the Desert Eagle. She caught sight of what he was doing soon after but if he could just drag it a little closer it wouldn’t matter.

Then she brought her leg up between hers and his world exploded in pain. She knocked the gun away rather than grab it for some reason while he writhed from the low blow. She had apparently had enough for the time being and sprinted away with her bag just as Vincent managed to roll his way over to the gun and sit up with the pistol pointed in her direction. She had already fled too far away from him to be able to shoot her reliably though, so he just dropped his hand to the ground and punched the dirt.

“Bitch!”

He stood up and collected his stuff, grabbing both bags and stuffing the pistol back down the waist of his jeans. His face felt bruised around the cheeks and eyes, he tasted a slight hint of copper in his mouth and he was sure that he had bruises forming on his arm and thigh where the paddle hit him. Not to mention the damn crotch shot still hurting. Light pain suffused most of his body and he felt… well he felt exhilarated.

When was the last time he had actually had a fight that good? The last time somebody had worked him over this bad without being made to eat their teeth in return? If he didn’t have to kill the girl eventually he might have tried to befriend her next time they crossed paths.

He turned to leave when he spotted something lying on the ground that the girl had forgotten; her oar. He walked over and picked it up, feeling its weight and giving it a couple test swings. He had the gun still, and the makeshift knives, and his fists if need be, but you could never exactly be too armed in these situations.

He took both bags off his shoulders, emptying the contents of his own pack into Isaac’s – with his rations, spare clothes and ammunition and even the now empty first bag – before putting it back on again, properly this time with both straps. He then lifted the oar over his head and slipped it through the little loop on top of the bag, the wide head of the oar stopped it from falling through entirely and allowing the loop to function as a suitable holder for the improvised weapon. Now he could carry it around without having anything occupying his hands which could be better used drawing his pistol if need be.

Of course now he was the idiot with the boat oar strapped to his back.

(Vincent Sullivan continued elsewhere)
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