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|.We're §o Screwed.| chaos & geebs Apr 2, 2011 12:59:35 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Apr 2, 2011 12:59:35 GMT -5

When the fire began, you knew something was wrong. The air was too smoky for your liking, and you were pretty sure that Lucan and Evelyn had not ordered some grilled food for their wedding. But that wasn't on your mind as you had continued to stare at the girl; life cut short all too soon by some maniac who was running free on the island. For a few more seconds, you stared, eyes practically bulging out of your sockets, before the mayhem began - You only felt a cold wind whip your hair ~~back and forth~~ as your best friend yelled "FIRE!" at the top of his lungs.

The flames... They were just so large and moved so quickly that you barely had any time to react. For a moment you were pushed around by screaming guests as they rushed out of the hotel, some of them already suffocating from the smoke-filled haze that filled the room. You shivered slightly as the breeze hit you again, looking left and right for Gabrielle, or Amadi, or maybe even Lucan. You spotted a girl kicking a door down from across the room, but you wouldn't have enough time to get there, for a part of the ceiling was already beginning to sag from the destruction of the wooden structure being eaten by the deadly wisps.

You began to race away from the collapsing part of the roof, tripping over something as you realized that the breeze just might have been your way out. Not looking behind you, you didn't even realize that you had just stepped on the corpse of a dead girl. Not like you would have cared all too much anyways - paranoia was on high alert and you had to getaway getaway get the fuck out of here. So you jumped on a table, accidentally kicking some partygoer, and grabbed the vent cover, which somehow you managed to rip out of the wall, dropping it with a large CLANG. Out of the corner of your eye, you had noticed two others joining you, and the three of you somehow managed to fit into the vent, rushing through the winding maze in an effort to just escape.

Slight wheezing was the only thing you could hear, besides the slapping of hands against metal that was increasingly becoming warmer and warmer... SHIT, you think as you realize that you may have just led these two into what could be an oven of sorts, roasting them as they attempted to free themselves from this calamity. But then you saw light at the end of a corridor, and yelling "This way!" crawled towards the opening as the vent got hotter and hotter and hotter and Oh my ripred you need to get the fuck out of here right now or you're going to become a broiled corpse. But luckily for you, the vent opening easily caved in as you barreled into it, sending you spiraling towards the ground, landing on your back.

And now you're out.

To your relief, you weren't that high above the ground, and as you dust yourself off, you see Gabrielle and another boy (Caspian Mathers, you recall. Brother to a tribute of the 54th games) join you. Glancing around, you don't notice any other guests - you assume they got out via another exit, and you watch as the hotel caves in on itself, collapsing into a charred mess.

We have to get off this island. Or just away from this place. Do something. Your eye begins to twitch, and your breath is still rather shaky from the near-death experience, but you resolve to get these two and yourself off the island, possibly finding Lucan, or Amadi (the bride can just go die in the fucking fire; you didn't like the child much anyways). Maybe you'll find all of the guests or something, and maybe you'll all leave. Unless of course, if one of the guests is the killer, which really is sort of likely now that you think of it. Shivering, you motion for the others to follow you, and you head back along the path that you had walked only hours earlier - the one that headed towards the harbor. You may just feel like this because you're still suffering from the after-effects of a drug induced euphoria, but right now you're feeling a bit heroic, so you might as well lead for the short short time that you're capable to.

Because once you can't do that anymore, you're better off dead.

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|.We're §o Screwed.| chaos & geebs Apr 9, 2011 23:53:32 GMT -5

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Post by sadniss everdeen on Apr 9, 2011 23:53:32 GMT -5

Gabrielle Bellamonte

Normal - A0CFEC -------- Speaking - 737CA1
Paranoia - 4E9258 ------- Vampiric - E55B3C

~ Mon amour, c'est pas le temps. ~

mais les yeux sont aveugles
il faut chercher avec le coeur[/size][/font]

You stand in confusion for a moment as the chaos swirls around you, people shouting and screaming every which way to getoutgetoutgetout. Instead, your eyes are riveted to the dead body swinging gently with the mass panic, fingers almost twitching as if to say i'm still alive, you know? really, i'm still here. It kills you to even think that maybe she is watching this havoc with glossy, foggy eyes without being able to open her mouth to scream.

(And you are like a little child made of glass; so languid and gone that it takes several shakes to return you back to earth).

Fire licks up your fingers and you hiss, jerking your appendages back as you blink fantasy from your warm chocolate gaze. As if seeing the world for the first time you take in the destruction with a coherent gaze. Blood drips in a steady roll from above and coats the food in a sickly blanket, smoke chokes the occupants and oh fuck what the hell is going on here? Hair stands up behind your neck and eyes instantly flicker up to the lighting, daring it to go off again when your emotions are so high strung you fear they will break you. There is a flash of blonde hair from the corner of your vision and it doesn't take much to identify the wearer, locks swishing from side to side in her frenzied attempts to free the grating. A cold breeze blows across your face, and lips settle into a grim smile. She has the right idea.

When your fingers touch the metal it's all you can do to ignore the searing burn that seeps its way into your flesh, how it cuts at the smooth pads of your fingertips. Together you heave and pull out the grate, flinging it to the side and clambering in without hesitation (you try to ignore the way Qilena's ass looks in that dress, but honestly, it's hard).

It is forgotten until half way through that you are deathly claustraphobic. All of a sudden the metal pressing against your ribs seem to asphyxiate you, closing closing closing until oh god you can't breathe and it's so hot and there's no way out but you don't want to die here--

"This way!" And then you're falling, landing on your back with a solid thud. Oxygen leaves your lungs in an imagined gust of peppermint air, stars exploding and world retracting as suddenly you aren't going to die. You vaguely hear Qilena and another shuffling around but it is forgotten when you attempt to roll over and are instead taken with a vicious cramping in your left arm. A moan manages to slip from your lips as the fingers curl into a mockery of claws, familiar spasms vibrating from your nails to your jaw. Still surfing on the remnants of a massive ecstacy trip it increases the experience ten fold, and you find yourself blinking back hot tears.

Something in you warns against trusting either of them even though you're pretty sure you'd be crushed more if blondie turned out to be the insane psychopath. But at this point (covered in ash and dirt and traces of paranoia) you're willing to do just about anything in order to get off this godforsaken island. You eye Qilena warily even though you know she isn't the killer. She was with you, after all. You blush slightly at the remembrance of her form swaying into the showers and the various marks that adorn your body like well-worn battle scars.

"Est-qu'on peut aller?" You hiss, sitting up and cradling your frozen arm to your chest. Dress ripped and hair wild, you are the perfect embodiment of tainted perfection. The gentle lapping of the sea calls to the sailor in you, and you unconsciously tilt your head towards the noise. "I don't think we should be standing around a burning building."

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|.We're §o Screwed.| chaos & geebs Apr 10, 2011 15:00:58 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Apr 10, 2011 15:00:58 GMT -5

Caspian Mathers

When Caspian first noticed the fire lapping at the walls his heart seized up and he couldn't move. He could only stand there and watch the flames inch towards him. It wasn't until the smoke blocked his vision and the heat was too much for his skin to handle did eh finally go into action. Of course, action wans't very productive with Caspian. All he did was climb up on a table and try to stay alive for the next five minutes.

I don't know what to do. he thought, running a hand through his hair with shaking fingers. I have no idea.

Caspian watched the other people escape, but he was shoved into a corner and blocked off by flames. Suddenly a kick to his right shoulder pulled him from the scene in front of him to the woman jumping up on his table and climbing into a near by vent. Another female clawed her way into the vent and Caspian had no intention of staying in the room anymore. He pulled himself into the duct and followed the other party-goers, crawling through the metal tube, feeling the heat in the metal around him grow.

Then, he was out. Having dived head first out of the vent into the sand that surrounded the building, Caspian looked up at his fellow companions. Truthfully, he didn't recognize either one of them- but introductions weren't made. Caspian began coughing, first just a little clearing of the throat and then a huge racking cough that shook his entire body. Some of the food he had eaten before the party went to hell made a reappearance, only this time it wasn't quite as appetizing.

Running his sleeve over his mouth, Caspian's face went red. Did he really have to puke in front of these ladies? Even at a time like this? Feeling like he should have stayed in the burning building one of them spoke.

"I don't think we should be standing around a burning building."

Caspian only nodded and started a brisk walk away from the building and towards... well he didn't really know, he just wanted to get away the girls before he did something else stupid... like puke again.

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|.We're §o Screwed.| chaos & geebs Apr 18, 2011 15:50:17 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Apr 18, 2011 15:50:17 GMT -5

Sometimes I find it hard to believe
There's someone else who could be
Just as messed up as me
Caspian Mathers had been throwing up in the corner by the time that the smoke had begun to clear from your head. Before you had stumbled away from the burning building, but now you're walking steadier, knowing that the two of them are following you (because really - where else can they go? Back into the burning building?). You need to lead them to freedom, for at this point in time you're the designated leader, and that's what leaders do, right? Regardless, you're going to do that anyways.

Your plan for now is to lead them back to the boat - perhaps you'll be able to sail away from the island, back to the oh so comfortable clutches of District 4. On the off chance that you pick up other passengers, the boat that you're planning on taking is the oh-so-safe Plausible, for really - how likely is it that it just sailed away like that? Wouldn't the crew have wanted to stay for the wedding? Then again, if they stayed, then they might be dead, but that's besides the point. The boat might still be there, and no matter what, you're getting there. You kick off your high heels, desperate to get to the boat before any member of your group gets their neck slit or something of the sort.

Behind you, a ridiculously loud sound is heard and you whirl around, eyes growing wider as you spot the entire hotel crumbling in on itself, collapsing with a loud BOOM. For a second you think of turning back to help drag victims out of the rubble, but you're too far away to get there in time to save anyone, and besides - wouldn't the killer/arson have stayed near the fire in order to survey their work? So perhaps it's best to get as far away from it as possible. Quickly, you head towards the docks again, and before you know it, you're sprinting towards the boat (throwing knives and sprinting were your only advantages as a former Career - you plan to make the most of them).

You climb the ramp to the boat, realizing that it seems suspicious that the object hasn't been returned to its rightful place yet. Perhaps something happened to the crew after all... You shudder slightly and motion for the others to follow you to the control room. You don't see anyone in there, so you can't ask them to open up the locked door (Why the hell is it locked? you wonder), and for a moment you're stumped. How are you going to start the damn boat when you can't even get into the place where one controls the engines? Clearly, you're going to have to find a key, and there aren't any in sight, so...

"We need to find a key or something," you mutter, and head towards a door (it leads down into the hallways, you remember), but as you fling open the door, you're hit with hot, humid air and the smell of something vile. "Ugh," you say, and your nose wrinkles as you slowly step down the stairs, and walk towards the supposed source...

And once you reach the bathroom, you scream.

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Post by sadniss everdeen on Apr 29, 2011 23:39:45 GMT -5

Gabrielle Bellamonte

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Paranoia - 4E9258 ------- Vampiric - E55B3C

~ Bien. On va tout mourir ensemble ~

c'est laid, les adultes
il faut toujours expliquer la vie [/size][/font]

Electricity runs in a rapid current through your muscles as the terrified shriek pierces the air, jerking your body like a ragdoll and instantly sending you hurtling towards the ground. Restrictive dress forgotten, you are half-sprawled half-crouched cautiously on the floor, arms splayed out and eyes darting rapidly back and forth (ripred, you can't hold your weight with only one). There is no noise save for the vicious pounding of blood and you dart a tongue to lick dry lips, trying to deny the little voice inside that insists that she just fell over or saw a spider. Perhaps the shock has been too much for your fragile mind, and now you're stuck on constant loop of the girl's motionless frame dripdripdripping blood all over the table. It both terrifies and fascinates you at once.

Seeing as there is no massive spray of gore or gurgling cries - only a vile stench and her quiet whimpering - you carefully rise and approach the taller woman, abandoning your heels for the balanced quiet of flat feet. Ducking around the corner, you intake a sharp breath and resist the urge to close your eyes, staring at the sightless orbs glaring back. It's only the way that the mess has congealed into a sticky puddle of rotten stench that permits you to avoid wandering over and licking his frozen face clean, instead slipping quietly underneath her arm and pressing hesitant fingers to his neck. The odor makes you salivate and you think longingly of the vials back home, but you swallow the urge and instead wander back to the shell-shocked Qilena.

"Viens t'en." You murmur, eyes flicking back and forth while trying not to jostle your cramped arm. Currents run uncomfortably from your teeth to nails, and your tone is probably more clipped than needed. "We shouldn't be here." The eerie silent is grating on your nerves and your whole body positively thrums with a nervous energy that only a high could give you - you silently curse your fondness for the high life even as you carefully shut the door closed behind you.

After a tense and short silence - you can't help but be aware of the blood that pools just a flimsy barrier away - you look to the blonde for guidance, despite every nerve in your body snarling to getoutgetoutwhatareyoudoing? you will not be swayed from her side; in fact, you really take in the boy for the first time. Eyes narrow in distrust, but you have enough tact remaining to keep your doubts to yourself.

"We should find the key." This thought is unwelcome and you know as much - it hangs heavy in the air and that means splitting up and potentially being exposed to a psychopathic killer. Every corridor is haunted, every unopened room a pathway to the unknown. You drum angry fingers against your hip and dart your eyes from wall to wall, expecting the attack to morph from the wooden panneling like all those horror movies you know you shouldn't watch. They keep you up for days.

Everything is too loud and bright and you really need to get off this trip but there's no time for lying down now, for playing dead and victim. It will only earn you the fate like the unfortunate man next door, but you are as loathe as anybody else to wander the hallways alone while the ghosts of slain bodies shadow your footsteps.

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|.We're §o Screwed.| chaos & geebs May 1, 2011 13:18:15 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on May 1, 2011 13:18:15 GMT -5

Caspian Mathers

A scream rings from a hallway that one of the girls had just stepped into. In an attempt to redeem himself, Caspian bolted around the corner, ready to defend the small party against an attacker but instead was hit by a wall of vile air so potent he collapsed against the door frame while his body convulsed in dry heaves. His brow was covered in sweat and he most certainly didn't look any better now than he had on the beach.

Shit. A body. Another body. Caspian had been looking at it but couldn't anymore. His teeth were digging so hard into his bottom lip, it broke the skin and let blood bead on the surface. You're fine. You're okay. Don't think about her.

The brunette had crawled over the body when he stopped watching, but her voice that held a tinge of something exotic spoke out through the silence and musty air.

"We should find the key."

Caspian looked at his companions and saw what was running through their heads and his own.

"We are NOT splitting up," he interjected quickly, trying to wipe the sweat from his forehead and blood from his lip which was starting to drip out faster. It was stinging now and he couldn't help but flinch when he tried to wipe the stuff from the tender, torn skin. He must look pitiful. He looked up at the girls for a moment before pushing off from the door frame and standing up to his full height, pretending he still had some dignity left. "Just think about it," he started out, stuttering a bit. "We've really only seen one body at a time. We split up and we're all dead.

God, he hoped he pulled that off for the girls and the psychopath running around.