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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:20 pm
Gamma Four presented a very good point. At the end of the week if there were more than thirteen people alive, some would have to be sacrificed for the sake of the survivors. It was a grim thought, but if it came down to it, there wasn't much of a better choice.
Nodding to everything that was said, yII looked at the map that yIV had found. That would be rather useful to have indeed. Taking it, he opened it up to look it over. It appeared that they were on an island with few keypoints. Aside from that, he couldn't tell much of where they were.
"Thanks. This will be useful," he said before looking at the three he was going to go with, "You guys ready?"
It was slightly unnerving as he had absolutely no clue what was out there. The map made the island seem normal enough but there were still so much unknown.
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Naked Satan rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:20 pm
((y IX entering))
She felt a little bit sick. Everything seemed to be kind of blurry and a little disorienting. For a few minutes she just sat there, waiting to wake up completely. She had no idea what was going on at this point, and watched while she waited as others that all looked very similar go up to two tables and pick up a box and a bag.
When she was finally able to get to her feet, she moved to the first table and picked up the box. It was a first aid kit. Well that's not good news, now she could expect to be getting hurt here... wherever they were. At the next table there were bags with numbers on them. Some of the numbers were already gone, so she guessed that she was supposed to be taking one that matched her number. She glanced over them, and one in particular seemed to call out to her. A bag labelled y IX was the culprit, so she pulled it off the table and walked a few feet away to examine the contents. Inside there was only a pair of nunchuks. She wasn't exactly sure how to use the things, but she'd seen something like them before.. if only she could remember.
IX looked around to see others standing around and chatting. At the end of the week there could only be 13 left, or else everyone would die. Her sense of self preservation kicked in, and IX walked up to the others to just watch for a moment. "Nine is I. Elsewhere others are going?" the sound of her voice came out strange, it was thick and different, as though she had come from an entirely different place than the others so far, "Vat is plan for survival?"
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TheWishling rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:23 pm
(( γ XI Entering))
He so tired. So when he sat up, rubbing his head carefully, his eyes immediately wanted to close again. Sighing softly, the young man adjusted his gas mask, sighing softly. There. That was easier to breathe. Getting to his feet, Eleven found himself curious about the bags over to the side of them. Making his way over to the packs, he looked at his hands, seeming a bit nervous about even touching one of the things. Looking around, he gently picked it up, not even speaking to his teammates quite yet. Speaking with his teammates would mean he was quite ready for interaction with others.....and Eleven certainly wasn't.
Picking up his pack, he slung it over his shoulder, making his way over to another area of the abandoned down. Looking over to the others, he made a tiny noise. He didn't know why he was wearing a goddamn gas mask, or anything like that, but....Why ever it was, Eleven couldn't care less. It was sterile in here. He liked sterile. It meant there was nothing for him to mess with nothing for him to worry about. Gazing about him at his teammates, the young man remained solemnly silent. What to do....what to do? He need to open this soon.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:30 pm
One hoisted her backpack, giving a short nod. That was what had been niggling at her; she'd seen a map on the table but hadn't picked it up, there was only one and was for all to use. Four had given it back, but she'd had to as she wasn't going to be scouting.
She glanced over at the cots, noting that another had woken and then looked back at Two.
'Ready when you are.'
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Orestae rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:42 pm
((γ III entering the home base))
She was so pissed.
God damn, was she ever so <********> pissed.
γ III couldn't have even explained why, but she knew as she looked around the tent and snatched her pack from the table, that she was was almost angry enough to eat a box of kittens. Not a small box of kittens either, mind you, but a very large box of kittens. She could have eaten all the kittens that would fit in the box required to fit a small house.
Most aggravating of all was that she didn't know why. She could feel her features scrunching beneath the gas mask, uncertain of their shape or even their arrangement. She had some eyes. She had nostrils to breathe through, and she had a mouth that oddly formed the words, “Gamma three,” from beneath the mask.
Even those innocuous and introductory syllables sounded pissed off.
“Let's get the hell out of here, I want to hit something. You. One. Can I hit you? No? Alright. Let's find something I can hit. The plan of survival is to <******** hit things.”
She cocked the hammer of her handgun and tapped the barrel in her palm.
"Amended. The plan of survival is to <******** shoot things."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:47 pm
Nodding to yI, yII was just about to head out when he saw a few of the others begin to stir. One in particular... appeared to be rather angry. Gamma three she was. For a moment or so, he stared at her. Well... it might be good to have someone enthusiastic about all of this, but he'd have to keep an eye on her if he could.
He wasn't so sure he could trust this one.
"Alright, let's go," he nodded while pausing at the door. Taking a deep breath, he moved on out.
((yII exiting to scouting))
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:50 pm
The waiting was finally done. There was no more hesitating or procrastinating, only action. Thirteen people, only thirteen...
Eight followed 2 out of the base.
Gamma VIII exiting to scouting
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:53 pm
12 made a face behind her mask at the sudden anger from the girl (hard to mistake female rage) with the mask marked '3'. She didn't, however, invite said angry girl to join as she settled up her bag on one shoulder, sighing as she followed on the tail of the small scouting group.
"Hold onto that feeling for a while longer, would ya?" she parted with, bidding a small wave-like-gesture through the flap of the tent behind her as she followed along to go out on the small excursion.
G12 has left to go scout
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:54 pm
Hearing noises she turned watching as two more woke up. One seemed to want nothing to do with them and IV made a note to keep an eye on him. She didn't approach him now, but loners could be dangerous. Her eyes moved to the other candidate that woke up, looking at their number. IX. It was convenient having their numbers painted on their masks, almost like a name tag.
She looked at the other three bodies who hadn't woken up yet. Maybe they wouldn't wake up? While that would be slightly sad, and a little creepy it would give those already awake a better chance at being one of the thirteen that got off the island.
Her gaze was pulled away from the unmoving bodies by a thickly accented voice. She blinked staring at IX, she hadn't expected foreigners. She was about to try and explain what was going on when III went off. She was stunned silent for a moment, then couldn't help but grin behind her mask. Well, there was at least one other person who didn't seem to have a problem with hurting people.
She looked back to IX shrugging slightly. "Well, as III so eloquently put it one choice is to hit things." She paused correcting herself. "Shoot things, apparently." She gestured to the group that was leaving. "They're doing the other choice, they're going to scout the area, to try and figure out where we are." She fingered the hilt of her dagger again. She wasn't nearly as angry as III, but she approved of her enthusiasm.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:54 pm
'We're going out to scout the area.' One said to Three, just as she was about to follow Two and Eight out of the tent.
'And no, you can't hit me, and you shouldn't really hit anyone here. If you want to follow and help check the lay out of the land you can do.'
One figured that giving Three something to do might be an idea, and with that she stepped outside.
(( y I Exiting to scouting ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:56 pm
“This is like Lost. We're on ******** Lost. I am not Kate. I repeat, I am not Kate.”
Fuzzy memories of jungles, nonsensical kissing scenes, and contrived plots flooded her mind, and in a flash they were gone. The harder she tried to remember, the more they faded, like trying to recall a dream too far after waking. Gamma Three flipped open her phone, and read the message there for what was the fifth time in those past few moments.
Only thirteen.
“There's twelve of us,” she said, “so we can pick one person to get off this ******** island with us.” Gamma Three was making her loyalties clear early. This was their team, and they needed to be sticking together. “We stand together or we die alone. You know why, because this is ******** Lost.”
What was Lost again?
Oh god, she was going to die horribly while whining about some chick named Penny, wasn't she?
((γ III heading out behind!))
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:08 pm
At the mention of Lost, Four's head perked up. Lost...Lost...that sounded so familiar, even ignoring the fact that they were all technically in fact, lost. A tv show? The thought was gone before she could get a good hold on it though. She just shook her head. "At least Kate gets off the island." Okay, where had that knowledge come from? She shook her head, this memory loss was starting to get really bothersome.
Stand together, die alone. It was a nice sentiment, but Four was entirely convinced. If it came down to it she still wasn't willing to give up her life for one of the members on her new team. She just wasn't that selfless.
She watched as slowly almost everyone left, leaving her with two unconscious bodies, NIne and Eleven. Why had she volunteered to stay behind again?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:12 pm
The excess noise coming from one individual in their tent put Nine into an even more sour mood. The audacity of this one individual infected Nine with her need to punch or shoot things. Now Nine was turning kind of angry and that would not be good if she wanted to stay with a group and survive.
At the sound of a voice answering her questions, Nine turned to look at another identical mask. This would get really confusing if they didn't have numbers painted on their foreheads. The other began to explain about the scouts and what they were doing, Nine silently nodded during the explanation.
"'Ow vill ve survive? Should ve all stick togeser?" she began to question the other one, Four. Although she knew it would be easy for their group to all stay together and just go kill everything in sight, she wasn't sure how keen on that plan everybody else might be. "Ve could keel all oders if ve attack as group."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:26 pm
Four shrugged again at Nine's questions. "We'll have to tough it out." Not exactly the greatest plan there, but it was all she had. At the mention of killing everyone else by attacking as a group she arched a brow, even though no one else could see. That was a little violent even for her. "Well, the bigger group just went out to scout, so I don't think we're going to do any attacking right this second. But they should be coming back, so maybe you can tell them the plan then. Or, you could probably catch up to them if you wanted to tell them now." She was almost tempted to ask Nine where she was from, but then realized she wouldn't remember. Asking questions about their pasts was useless at this point.
The more Four thought about attacking in a group she realized she wasn't completely against the idea of proactively going after other teams. If team Gamma were to survive then the rest of the teams would have to die. There was no other way around it. It was a bit gruesome to think about though. She found her fingers toying with the hilt of her dagger, it was a habit she had quickly picked up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:40 pm
As Nine listened to Four's plan, she could tell that the other girl did not care for violence. Nine on the other hand, had no problem with violence for the sake of survival, it was senseless brutality that she preferred to avoid. On that thought, she wondered exactly how things would work out with Three, the one who was excessively violent for now apparent reason.
Four suggested something about joining the scouting party, but Nine knew that they had been gone for a long enough time now that it could take a while to catch up, and in that time she would be extremely vulnerable. "Vill stay wis you," she stated simply, though the reasoning behind it was more complex, she didn't really have the words to explain completely. "Ve can tell ozers plan ven zey are back. Ve stay ere, keep togezer be safe."
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