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 Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 1:25 pm
"I'll take any kind of revenge I can get. Since obviously it doesn't work to like, attack them or anything. You know about the random neck... chip... things? Right?" As she mentioned it, Fiona rubbed a finger against the bumps of her spine, wondering where the foreign presence was hiding. "If I wasn't afraid of killing myself, I'd try and pick it out with a cafeteria fork." She laughed- a cold, annoyed sound that was out of place in the serene atmosphere. "But I guess if they saw someone trying to get it out, they'd just knock them out. ******** sadistic bastards..." the girl mumbled, and while the faint touch of sleepiness dulled her rage, it was still a pure emotion, straight from the heart of a stranded, trapped, and secretly frightened teenager.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 1:53 pm
"I know," Chert agreed shortly. The thought of his second meeting with Aubrey crept uneasily across his mind.
He wondered whether the girl's determination was just empty bluster, or truly sincere. The sentiment in her voice had an unfiltered quality to it that suggested the latter, though the anger was different than what he was familiar with. It was quick, bright, and fierce, unlike the frustration that smouldered slowly and constantly in his own chest. Ah, youth. A humorless grin tugged the corners of his mouth upwards. "They do have a caught between a rock and a hard place," he agreed.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 2:03 pm
Fiona gave a huffy sigh. "Yeah. But at least there are some little things we can do to defy them without pissing them off enough to electrocute us. Like, you know how we're on a tropical island, right? And how airconditioning is expensive? I leave my duplex door open all the time, just to waste money." She pulled her face into a grimace. "Maybe if we bankrupt'em they won't be able to afford to ship more people into this hellhole."
"Oh, and I'm throwing a 'screw the scientists, we're fine on our own' party sometime soon. You should come! It's gonna be on the beach, with fires and junk. And even if parties aren't your thing-" he certainly gave off that aura- "it's a good way to stick it to the man without getting yourself knocked out cold."
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 2:25 pm
The offer grated against Chert's pessimistic streak like a wire brush against a steel pan. "'Stick it to the man?'" he repeated in disbelief. "Moreau could probably care less what we do with our ******** free time. What's that going to accomplish?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 2:36 pm
Something dangerous glittered in Fiona's eyes, but the emotion wouldn't fit with any description. "There's lots it'll accomplish. Think about it. A whole shitload of people..." she lowered her voice and looked around in an almost paranoid way. She hadn't revealed to anyone what the true purpose of the party was. Would the staff stop her if they found out? "...people who have something against them. People who want off, or want people to stop getting dragged here. All getting together and talking. It's great if one person acts up, sure... but think how much better s**t'll work with like ten or even twenty people putting their heads together," she whispered, an excited smile creeping up on her face.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 2:57 pm
"Ah, yes. I'm sure they won't have a problem with that," he snorted. Part of him felt guilty for being so negative- at least Fiona hadn't just laid down and decided to accept her situation- but her the optimism that lurked behind her zeal set him ill-at-ease. Her tone of voice told him that she had expectations, which tended to be troublesome things. At the very least, they hurt a lot more when they got crushed than if you'd been expecting the very worst from the start.
"Don't you think they'll find out pretty damn quick?" he inquired with a meaningful twitch of his eyebrows.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 3:06 pm
"Well yeah," Fiona said, calling into use the amazing skill of the teenaged female to make the word imply that he was possibly the stupidest person alive through mere intonation. "Which is why we've just gotta be quicker. And-" she frowned a little, her sentence interrupted by a wide yawn. The lack of sleep had finally caught up with her. "You know what, nevermind. I'm too tired to argue right now. But you should still come to the party," the girl said insistantly, getting up from leaning against the duplex and rolling her shoulders. "The more people there, the better. And if nothing else, it'll give people a reason to be less pissy." Whether she meant Chert in particular or simply all the more transformed and more jaded personalities of the island, it was hard to tell. "I'm gettin' tired, so I'm gonna go."
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 3:28 pm
"Good luck," he said, the lop-sided and humorless grin creeping on his face again. While his voice wasn't exactly insincere, it was dark enough to clearly suggest he suspected the party was a hopless endeavor. "If you're lucky, maybe no one'll try and eat anyone else."
The man shoved his hands into his pockets and began to move down his original path with only a faint shrug of his shoulders for a goodbye. The crack about pissy islanders was aggravating, whether it was directed at him or not. Good-humor was an unwelcome and foreign visitor in his thoughts that night, like the neighbor that dropped by to chatter cheerfully at you when you had a raging headache.
The girl's name was still a mystery, but he figured that if she kept on as she'd been doing that he'd hear of her sooner or later.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 3:42 pm
"Seeya," she said, and for once her tone lacked any emotion. Cracking her neck to the side once, and then twice, Fiona picked up her feet and began to slow trudge back to her duplex, taking a longer route so that she wouldn't likely run into the guy again. 'He'll see,' she thought, kicking a pebble ahead of her as she walked, thinking back to the other islanders who hadn't been very supportive of her ideas. 'They'll all see. Even if it doesn't accomplish anything, this party will be great. It'll kick a**... damn I'm tired. Can't wait to get to bed...' And with such a line of thought dancing through her head, she eventually reached her room and slipped inside, flopping onto the bed and easing into slumber before she could kick her sandals off or get under the covers.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:46 am
New RP
It had been some days since Chana had last seen Stewart, and she was worried about him. She hadn't dared look too closely at his duplex as she passed, for fear that her care basket was still outside. That would be unbearable.
So she'd come to the cafeteria on the off chance that she might find him here, but instead she'd come upon an empty room. Sighing, she went to get a tray of the freshest greens and fish.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:19 am
The beach party two nights previous had wiped Nita out. She hadn't been hung over, but Fiona's speech and the following debacle really put a damper on things. She'd spent the day before in her duplex, not wanting to run into anyone, but now she was hungry.
Dressing quickly and dabbing sunscreen on her nose and cheeks, which, despite her fastidious care, were a delightful shade of pink, Nita made her way to the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was mostly empty, save for a single woman that Nita hadn't met, and that she hadn't seen at the beach party. Probably a good thing. Once she'd gone though the line, choosing a burger and a small salad, Nita walked over, a bit shy.
"Do you mind if I sit down?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:23 am
Chana looked up at the unfamiliar voice and scent to see a woman she'd never seen before. "Um...sure. Go ahead," she replied, a bit dumbfounded.
She'd forgotten that the cafeteria wasn't just the easiest place to try to find people, it was also the easiest place to meet people. And now she was here, sharing her lunch with a girl who still looked human that she'd never seen before.
"I'm Chana," she offered, some of her melancholy thoughts seeping into her voice.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:32 am
"Thanks." Nita sat across from Chana and poked at her salad with a fork. "Nita," she replied. "I guess you can tell I'm pretty new..." The red-headed girl took a few bites of salad.
"At least the food isn't bad," she said lightly. From the look of her, Chana had been here for a while. A beaver, Nita guessed, judging by the prominent front teeth.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:38 am
"Yeah," she agreed, swallowing another mouthful and berating herself. What was wrong with her? She'd been MVP of her youth group for a reason: she was a people person! And now here she was, dumping her disappointment on some girl who didn't deserve it!
"It's not really that bad," she replied. "It's just mostly the same over time. But it's good enough." She studied her salad, poking the twigs down with her fork so that Nita wouldn't see them. "What do you think of our home thus far?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:47 am
"Eh, it's better than the cafeteria food at school... which was pretty much the same thing over and over." Although BuckYuck had had some pretty good pizza... Nita shrugged the thought away.
She looked around the room, pretending to examine it critically. "I do have to admit the duplexes are pretty nice, if a bit boring. The jungle and the beach are really gorgeous though. Not at all like what we've got at home." Nita scratched the side of her nose, which peeled slightly. Ick. Maybe Chana wouldn't notice. She took a few more bites of the salad, which was actually pretty good, with bits of hard-boiled egg in it, just as she liked.
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