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Posted: Jul 30 2005, 03:40 AM
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Joined: 22-June 05
Clemence Ciellet de Rousseau (Female Student No. 23) listened calmly to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof of the bathroom facility as she sifted through her issued day pack. Removing a pen and the list of all the students on the island, she crossed out the names of the nine who had died during the last day. Seventeen dead in total, that seemed like quite a few, but then again many more were still alive and well. Not good, that simply wouldn't do. Things we're not moving fast enough and Clemence was growing impatient. Yawning indifferently as Edward Rommel's name disappeared behind a sea of navy blue ink, Clemence clicked the BIC closed and decided it was time for phase two of her plan. She stood up and gathered her things. If the name of the game was Survival of the Fittest, then so be it. The hunt was about to begin.
As she glided gracefully towards the exit, she opened her parasol. She stepped out into the thick foliage for the first time in hours. It was just after Dawn as it was, and the weather grey and misty through the drizzle. Perfect...
She was clad in her school uniform which consisted of a blood red blazer and a blue plaid skirt... she looked rather patriotic. Ironic, as she was French.
Survival of the Fittest... hmm. Physically she was certainly one of the fittest, her pencil thin ballerina figure composed of pure muscle. Emotionally her soul was cold... hardened long ago. She was definately fit and cold enough to kill. She didn't know these people... it would be like pig slaughter. It wasn't that Clemence found any particular joy in the fact that in order to survive the bloodbath she would have to murder these people in cold blood, but on the contrary she didn't exactly revile in the notion either... indifference. It was perhaps her strongest ally.
Her weapon was a simple metal chain, composed of no particular metal, but rather a simple blend or alloy. It was not the best she could have hoped for, but it would do. She could perhaps use it to strangle an unsuspecting girl or boy after she gained their false trust, or she could skip the false trust part and go right to the strangling. Clemence was fine either way. Then she would most certainly obtain a better weapon... a more efficient way to eliminate the competition.
And there was certainly competition in this game. One boy had already killed four students... Hawley Faust if her memory suited her. She would deal with him and the rest of the more vicious contenders when the time required... until then her priorities lay elsewhere.
She looked at her map. 'Now where to begin?'
CONTINUED IN 'Curiouser and curiouser': http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheF...t=0#entry540248