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chihuahua0 Since: Jul, 2010
#201: Sep 5th 2011 at 2:15:57 PM

"Are you trying to lower all our morale?" Redd asked, letting his cover dropped just a little bit. "Stopping thinking about it. It's only the first day. We're just here to get to know each other. Connections are good."

He touched his own collar. "Do you think a bandanna would be good?"

edited 5th Sep '11 2:16:25 PM by chihuahua0

Chubert highly secure from California Since: Jan, 2010
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#202: Sep 5th 2011 at 2:30:07 PM

Jay stopped laughing. Divine comedies such as these were never genuinely amusing. But laughter was better than the disgusting reality, and even then, he couldn't deny that there was something comical, in some strange way, about man's eternal struggle—his eternal struggle—to accomplish some ill-defined goal, willing to sacrifice anything along the way.

"Only we recognize the collars; it's pointless to hide them from anyone else. People wear stranger things," Jay said. "You're in denial. We will have to kill by Day 50; all of us fear death. Odds are good that one of 'us' will have to kill another one of 'us'. Tell me: what kind of bastard befriends a man and then ends his life?"

edited 5th Sep '11 4:07:45 PM by Chubert

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snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#203: Sep 5th 2011 at 2:31:01 PM

Arzt tries buttoning up his shirt like the old man did, but it fits snugly and that bothers him.

"I'll use the cult excuse. Just to see how people react. It might be funny," he says, ripping the shirt collar open again. "You guys can do what you want, though."

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chihuahua0 Since: Jul, 2010
#204: Sep 5th 2011 at 2:34:24 PM

Redd looked down at his hoodie. He slipped the collar down so that it was hidden from plain sight. Good.

"The cult excuse will just get me strange looks," Redd said. "I'm young, you know. People will raise eyebrows and ask questions."

Hmm...should I try tricking one of the contestants into thinking I'm not one of them? he thought. Nah. That'll be too hard to do.

He kept his thoughts far from death as possible.

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#205: Sep 5th 2011 at 2:41:53 PM

"But the confused and curious people are the best part. Oh, come on, if you don't think I know it won't work—" he finishes the sentence with well-chosen words in German. Arzt tries pulling the collar down until it can't be seen even with the unbuttoned shirt. Doesn't work. It's too warm inside to button up his coat. "Maybe I'll say I lost a bet. Or hey! Maybe we can just not care."

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Motree Dancing All Night from The Midnight Channel Since: Sep, 2010 Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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#206: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:06:50 PM

". . . I just wish it were a different color. . ." Rosa made an attempt at some humor, ". . . It. . . Really clashes."

" . . . In all seriousness. . . I have to agree with Mr. Redd. I don't exactly look like I'd be in a cult either. . ."

“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."
QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#207: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:29:39 PM

In the scene proper, Pencil had been fiddling her shoes and phone before she went to the commotion by the hall. A quaint feeling holds her back from acting motor-mouth with these people. She has the inclination to observe (without their notice) each their attitudes and tics, in order to ascertain just how friendly the later realities may play.

There appear a couple who take towards shyness; Pencil imagines their reasons more out of obfuscation than anything else. Pretend behaviour (some so blatantly fake) for the sake of underestimation.

At least, she wishes she could tell everyone to toss their cards in a pile, so she can burn them and thus no more reason to kill whoever possesses their target tarot. She will have to become realistic however - it seems impossible to believe this conflict may become resolved so swiftly, and there seems to consider the possible paranoias and psychosis that would hinder unity, rather to tend towards selfish killing.

edited 5th Sep '11 3:35:37 PM by QQQQQ

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#208: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:33:13 PM

Arzt stares openly at the girl who just arrived. She's hot. But if she didn't seem so uncertain, he might feel hostile.

"Hi."

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#209: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:38:54 PM

"Hello," Pencil greets. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#210: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:45:08 PM

"Not really." Arzt decides that's enough for alnow and curls up again on the floor, hiding his face with his arms.

So many people. And the best case scenario he can come up with (factoring in his pessimism) would leave one alive.

Just dandy. Is there anyone who misess him right now? At least he doesn't know. They are strangers now. Why should he care about strangers?

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#211: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:49:04 PM

West turned to her, smiling kindly like he always did.

"Hello, Miss. My name is West."

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#212: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:49:06 PM

Pencil feels somewhat amused by his curling up in a ball in a corner - it almost seems cute for her tastes - when she kneels beside him. "A lotta people are looking jittery today," she goes. "Is it the thought we're all going to kill each other?"

She gives West a small nod.

edited 5th Sep '11 3:51:55 PM by QQQQQ

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#213: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:51:45 PM

"Take a wild guess," Arzt says flatly. What isn't unsettling about this situation?

He still feels like he's watching this from another vantage point. That would explain his lack of panic and queasiness, which he imagines he should feel. But he doesn't and that's that. Who cares?

edited 5th Sep '11 3:52:18 PM by snowfoxofdeath

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CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#214: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:53:51 PM

He seemed... completely serene and friendly. Even though somebody here had to kill him.

"I would, however, find it preferable to not be reduced to savagery during these fifty days."

West adjusted his glasses by the corner.

edited 5th Sep '11 3:54:13 PM by CrystalGlacia

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Motree Dancing All Night from The Midnight Channel Since: Sep, 2010 Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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#215: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:55:48 PM

" . . . Oh, hello," Rosa seemed a little more confident towards the girl who had just arrived.

Damn, she was tired. She felt like she was about to pass out.

She shot a glance at West, ". . . Well. . . You don't expect us all to sit here and die. . . Do you?"

edited 5th Sep '11 3:57:19 PM by Motree

“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."
QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#216: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:56:54 PM

"If you're truly sane.." Pencil says - and leaning in, "I'd hope to get out without anyone's death on my hands. Preferably if you too want to be free with me."

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#217: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:58:03 PM

"You got a way out, honey?" Arzt asks mockingly.

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#218: Sep 5th 2011 at 3:59:46 PM

Pencil wants to sigh. The only ideas she might have of escape are vague at best. "I'm looking for it. If I knew what cards these guys are holding against us."

edited 5th Sep '11 4:01:09 PM by QQQQQ

snowfoxofdeath Thou errant flap-dragon! from San Francisco Suburb Since: Apr, 2012
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#219: Sep 5th 2011 at 4:04:48 PM

"Looking for them isn't a bad idea if you want to risk decaptation a la exploding collar. Then again, we don't know exactly how well we're being monitored. Lovely, lovely circles of doom." Arzt, confident that the conversation is nearing its end, wraps his arms over his head.

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#220: Sep 5th 2011 at 4:08:52 PM

"Then, until the next time we meet," Pencil says, standing up. It's discouraging how pessimism can cloud even the tiniest shred of hope. "I promise, as long as you and I don't fall to their bloodlust, I won't hunt you."

edited 5th Sep '11 4:09:30 PM by QQQQQ

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#221: Sep 5th 2011 at 4:14:04 PM

Jay closed his eyes. "Don't say that," he said. "As a teammate, I'm unfortunately responsible for your continued survival. Your attitude's discouraging."

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QQQQQ from Canada Since: Jul, 2011
#222: Sep 5th 2011 at 4:19:29 PM

"..unfortunately, Mr Spock?" Pencil raises an eyebrow. "I don't like the idea that my own life is put in someone else's hands. It's as if someone's peeping.. over your shoulder. All the time. Even when you're undressing. And his stinky breath roasts your nose."

edited 5th Sep '11 4:22:56 PM by QQQQQ

Motree Dancing All Night from The Midnight Channel Since: Sep, 2010 Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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#223: Sep 5th 2011 at 4:23:22 PM

". . . That's . . . kinda creepy," Rosa commented, and shuddered a bit at the metaphor.

edited 5th Sep '11 4:23:45 PM by Motree

“DAMMIT WHEN I HEAR 'SPACE CQC' ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BIG BOSS WITH A FISHBOWL ON HIS HEAD, STRANGLING AN ASTRONAUT OUTSIDE THE ISS."
CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit (Living Relic)
#224: Sep 5th 2011 at 4:25:23 PM

"Miss, I doubt anyone here particularly enjoys the fact that we've been told to murder somebody in the same predicament as us."

He could think of nothing worse than emerging out of this game alive with the knowledge that he had regressed to savagery and took the life of another.

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Chubert highly secure from California Since: Jan, 2010
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#225: Sep 5th 2011 at 4:30:27 PM

"Creepy? That's been concluded before," Jay said, opening his eyes.

Wait, wha—

Jay clenched his teeth.

Who am I?

That question bubbled up unbidden from where he had sealed it away. And it was only the first day. There would be pricks, coming at him constantly, but he would endure them. Everybody wanted out so quickly, when they didn't have the means by which to escape. They were distracted by wishful thinking for the long-term. Long-term didn't exist if he didn't survive the first week. But all the same, he had a few more objectives to consider now. And when the time was right, when his primary and secondary objectives had been fulfilled, when he had more power than the men running this slaughterhouse could have possibly anticipated, there would be hell to pay. For now, though, he would have to play along.

edited 5th Sep '11 4:33:04 PM by Chubert

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