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 Barry Coleson - The Aftermath, An AU RP where the BC kids got rescued.
LadyMakaze
Posted: Nov 24 2005, 03:32 PM


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Startled, Madelaine looked about towards the newcomer who had just arrived on the roof, and surprised herself by chuckling softly at his light remark. She smiled faintly at him, recognizing him immediately.

"Good morning, Adam."

It didn't take long for her to remember that part of the reason, if not most, that she was alive right now was because of the schoolmate standing in front of her now. Though his comment had been light and humourous, Madelaine could tell that Adam was only being half-hearted about it. Like herself, Hawley, and everyone who had pulled through the ordeal alive, Adam had much to think about at the moment.

She sighed at Adam's inquiry and let out a wistful smile, one that was almost bitter in nature. Her eyes fell to the moccassins she wore, now scratched and stained with dirt. How was she doing, huh? Well let's see here...other than the events of the ordeal haunting her mind, the aftermath of the rape that heavily burdened her, and the painful fact that her family wouldn't look at her the same way anymore....

"I'm fine..." she said finally, in a low, quiet tone. She smiled at both of them, a smile that was less bitter this time.

It wasn't a complete lie...there was truth to it. She was fine now, because she was with people she trusted, people who were her friends. Along with a few other people, the three of them had somehow come together despite barely knowing one another, and pulled through this ordeal alive. In a game where trusting is the hardest thing to do, Madelaine trusted these two.

And no doubt it was what saved her life.

She sighed again, looking towards Adam with tired, weary eyes. "What about you? Doing well yourself?"
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Kaishi
Posted: Nov 24 2005, 04:35 PM


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"Isn't that the guy who survived twice?"
"Look at his hand, look at his hand!"
"Woah...he must be messed up..."
"He was a total pansy, straight up."

If there was one thing that Sydney wasn't prepared for, it were the hushed whispers, the stares of the people he passed by in the crowded halls, the lockers layered in messages from loved ones and friends, and the photographs of the deceased tacked on the walls.

I wonder if they did anything like this for me at Aberthol.

He stopped at a locker, decorated in pinks, reds, and purples. The notes, scribbled quickly in marker, all read practically the same thing:
"Sole survivor, Katherine Marks. We knew you'd make it home!"

So they had expected this girl to come home, huh?

The "In Memory Of..." photo proved that she hadn't lived past the island. She was apart of the dead mass of corpses out there, probably never to be identified by her family. She'd just get turned into ashes and thrown out to the wind, never to be seen from again. Or, Sydney shuddered, her corpse and all the other corpses could've been left on the island. It wasn't like anyone was going to be using the island, unless someone decided it would make a good tourist attraction. Sydney laughed into his bandaged hand at the thought of island tours, then made his way to the enrollment office.

"Excuse me, sir, where are your parents?" The woman at the front desk piped up as soon as Sydney Morvran entered. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of elegant shades, worn to hide her old age.
"I'd like to enroll, please."
"You cannot enroll without your parent, or guardian's per--"
"My friends died on the island. May I join the school now?"

That shut her up. She pointed to the computer behind her, motioning for Sydney to sit down at it. He followed her command, and then began to fill out the needed information. His name, his age, his grade, his gender, the names of his parents. . .
"I have to step out for a few. You'll be alright while I'm gone, yes?"
Syd nodded his head, hearing the light slam of the door. A door of oppurtunities at his fingertips... How long, exactly, had it been since he checked his school email account? Or, the internet in general? Stretching slightly, he minimized the enrollment window, and clicked on the fancy E icon. The homepage was a simple, generic search engine.

I might be playing with fire...

He typed his name into the box, and hit enter.

"Your search returned 1,600,000 results."
What?!
"1. SOTFworld: Sydney Morvran.
Sydney Morvran, Boys 13, was the survivor of the first..."
"2. Syd[Survivor]Morvran
Exclusive photos of Sydney's younger years, biography, friends, and MORE!"
"3. Hath Survived: Syd Slash Fanlisting
A collection of yaoi fanart and fanfiction all revolving Sydney Morvran."


Sydney's interest was piqued at the word yaoi. He had never seen the word before, and as such, didn't have a clue to what it meant. Puzzled, he clicked the link.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!?!"

The top of the page had a large banner collage, full of pictures of Sydney in provactive poses, and even kissing a redhead boy. He knew the pictures were of him...the brown hair and green eyes told that much. All pretty much spitting images of him, carefully painted in water colors and other digital mediums.

He had seen death, gotten his fingers chopped off, and had caused people to die, but nothing would prepare him for what he clicked on next.
Is that... Oh God.
It was a full page spread of him naked with two other boys. The redhead from before, and a boy with two different colored eyes. Syd could hardly keep from throwing up at the sight of it.

...Stroking one another...
...Holding hands...
...Kissing! Innuendo!!
Deviant acts!!!

"Excuse me? What are you looking at?!"

Sydney jumped at the sound of the woman's voice. He whirled around quickly, grinning innocently. "I...I just looked up my name on the search engine. And look at what I found!" He laughed, his face turning as red as the hoodie he was wearing.
"...Okay. Well, your class roster is on the desk."
"Thanks, ma'am." He closed the window, quickly entered the rest of his enrollment information, then left, class roster in hand.

That was weird. Now, what's the first class... Room 203, Math with Mrs. Rogers. Ew. He strolled down the hall, ignoring all the eyes stuck on him. All he had to worry about now was getting to class on time. No more worries ever again.
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d0ddi0slave
Posted: Nov 24 2005, 07:21 PM


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Taking a sip of his hot chocolate, Adam's eyes lazily gazed out towards the parking lot of the school below, and around to the houses that surrounded the school. Sighing a little, he looked back at Madelaine, his expression slightly haunted in nature, knowing full well that now was going to be one of the most difficult times in his life.

But if you can't depend on your friends, then who can you depend on...?

Looking at Madelaine's haunted, sad seeming eyes, Adam shrugged a little, and rubbed his hands together a little in the interests of keeping warm.

"I'm...well...I'm okay, I guess. I'm about as okay as anyone can be. This...this is all just so fucked, you know? I'm trying to go back to my daily life but the second I step back in the halls there's just this sense of people watching you, you keep hearing your name in hushed tones..."

Adam shook his head a little.

"...and that's the weird part. Literally everybody knows what happened, because they all watched it. All of them..."

He trailed off, not really able, at this point, to say more.
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riserugu
Posted: Nov 24 2005, 07:58 PM


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"Good morning Hawley."

He found himself blinking a bit as a familiar voice broke into his thoughts, causing the redhead to glance up from where he had been focused on the ground to look up at the familiar face of Madelaine. A small smile crossing his features, "Morning, Madelaine." Hawley muttered softly, glancing off after a moment.

"...nah, I'm fuckin' with you. How are...how're you guys holding up?"

His attention drifted back over when the door leading onto the top of the building slammed shut, and he found himself looking to the face of Adam Dodd. A person he had found to be able to call a friend, unknown to the other boy, Adam had been the main reason Hawley had become what he had on the island.

It was almost scary to think of what had happened if he had remained the type of person he had been at the start of the game...

Smiling a bit more he pushed himself onto his feet, using the back of the building he had been lying against as a support of sorts. "I've... been fine." He said lightly, trying to carefully find the right words to describe what has going on in his mind. Though fine was very far from the truth at that moment.

Hawley almost found himself sighing at Adam's statement about them being known for everything that happened on the island, he nodding a little. "Yeah... No one has wanted to come near me since, seems no one want's to be near someone who took four people's lives on that place. Even my own brothers were acting different around me, and when they called my parents to tell them the news. They didn't even want to talk to me. My own family is starting to shun me away again... even if I don't want it to happen again. School isn't any better, it's either people dodging or pushing me around..." He said lightly.

"But besides that, I've just been trying to be as normal as I can be. It hasn't been working out to well for me though..."
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LadyMakaze
Posted: Nov 24 2005, 08:51 PM


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Listening to both Hawley and Adam express their own troubles returning to the normal life they all once had before, Madelaine found herself silently nodding in agreement, a contemplative expression on her face.

It was just so hard…no matter how hard you tried to fit into familiarity, it was as though something had warped you through and through that there was no way to return to normality. Everything had changed…everything, and everyone. Madelaine knew as well as everyone else… even though they were saved, even though their nightmare was over, there would always be a part of them left behind on that island.

She sighed a bit, turning away from the two boys to stare in wistful silence towards the blurred cityscape.

“I have to visit a doctor and the counselor for a while from now on,” she murmured, folding her hands neatly behind the small of her back. “They want to make sure I get better, the right way. I wish they’d just leave me alone though. I got calls from some people or whatever, asking for interviews. We’ve had to disconnect all our phones…Dad threw away his cell.”

Madelaine turned back towards them and smiled sadly again. “The whole family thinks I’m cursed. Even Miriam is too afraid to come near me. I know they’re all trying to be nice to me…but just by looking at them, I can tell. They don’t know who I am anymore: their daughter, or someone else. …Because they all know….”

Yeah…they all know….

“Everyone knows…” she added, her voice trailing off, though not unexpectedly. Shivering slightly, she pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her frigid hands, holding them close against her chest to warm them. “It’s just so hard…trying to act like nothing’s happened, when the whispers behind your back and the looks people give you constantly remind you. People talk about you, think what they want, even though they don’t even know you at all.”

She found herself biting her lip, pausing unexpectedly. It surprised her…but somehow she realized that there was one thing good that came out of the ordeal, probably the only good thing. It was strange, almost unsettling to think that the island might have offered her anything wonderful, but…

“But….” She said quietly, shrugging a bit and smiling, looking at them in turn. “I made some new friends. And I think it saved my life. Because I wasn’t alone at all.”

Madelaine stretched her arms out, feeling oddly renewed. Perhaps…healing, wouldn’t be so hard after all.
“I want to see Amanda soon…I haven’t seen her since that time…”
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Swoosh
Posted: Nov 24 2005, 11:59 PM


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((H'okai. Let's say, Elise and Mallory (and maybe Cass) are alive, but t'other two are dead.))

Elise looked around the corridor somewhat nervously, hugging her books to her chest. She hadn't wanted to come to this school but circumstances had dictated she had no choice. Besides, it wasn't like there was anything back in England that she had to go back to, now that all her friends knew she had been on the island... although looking around at the halls, she wasn't sure if she was better off here, with a constant reminder of her time on the island.

She glanced down at the slip of paper telling her where her locker was. Feeling utterly lost, she looked around at the rest of the students who were loitering around. Not one face looked familiar to her, whether this was a good thing or not she was unsure. The only people she had met during her brief stint on the island were Hawley and his crew, Peri and Stevan, and she hadn't seen any of them yet.

Brushing her curly hair out of her face in an irritated manner, she stood in the middle of the corridor and looked at her paper, hoping the directions to her locker would be on there, screaming at her.

Perhaps this was one test that she was not going to pass.
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d0ddi0slave
Posted: Nov 26 2005, 06:12 PM


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Adam shook his head sadly at Madelaine proclaimation that she wanted to see her other friend, whom none of them had seen too much of as of late.

"Yeah, I know...what you mean. I want to see her too." His voice trailed off as he spoke, a sad tone coming through in it as he too wondered where his friend was.

As he was about to open his mouth to speak again, the telltale ring of Adam's cell-phone went off. While most of his friends and colleagues in the SOTF program had disconnected their cell phones afterwards, Adam had decided to simply keep everything the same, and respond to each and every phone call that he recieved. Some people were raving about adoration and fandom, some about hatred and disgust. Still others wanted interviews, while even still some producers wanted him to look over a tv-movie project. To Adam, it was almost beyond ridiculous. That in the span of only a few weeks such a horrible, horrible thing could become such a phenomenon.

Is this the next step in reality TV? I mean, I always wanted to be on Survivor, but this...this is a bit much... is what he had thought after one of the calls that he had taken. As far as this one went, he didn't recognize the number on the display, but as he glared at it for a moment, he recognized it as his father's new cell phone number, recently changed. Flipping open his phone, he placidly spoke to his dad.

"Hey dad, what's up? Yeah, I'm at school...no, I'm not sitting down...yes, but I...no, well...wait, yeah, I did, actually...why? Why does it even matter...okay, dad, look...if you've got something to say, then just out with it, man!"

Instantly, though, Adam's expression changed from stoic to shocked.

"No fucking way. There's no fucking way, you've got to be kidding me...but how? He wasn't...holy shit, man...and where's he at? Is he going to make it? Wow...holy shit, dad...that's the best news I've heard all fucking week. Thanks a bunch...yeah, I'll probably bus down there now, it's not far....nah, fuck school, nobody's in class anyways...yeah, bye...bye."

Turning to his friends with a shocked look on his face, and yet that familiar twinkle that had slipped back into his eye, Adam broke the look with a silly grin that he couldn't help but hold back.

"That...that was my dad. Apparently they were going through the bodies on the island and they found one that wasn't quite...dead...fucking Andrew Lipson, man! He's alive! Apparently they found him on the beach, half-dead, and he'd been pulled out of the water or something. They were just going to pick him up and bag him when he groaned or something. Wow, this is just...fuck! This is awesome...god damn, guys..."

For the first time in weeks, Adam Dodd smiled a true smile. He couldn't help but wonder if things were looking up after all.
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riserugu
Posted: Nov 27 2005, 07:40 AM


just another daydream...


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The thudded sound of a foot coming in contact with something echoed lightly through the dull area that surrounded the field about Barry Coleson’s soccer field, two figures currently being the only forms on the field at that hour. Glenn busy using all he had to kick a soccer ball into a near by goal, go get it, and continue doing this while the older of the two rested on his back on a nearby bench. One leg propped onto the bench itself and the other hanging off the side, while his arms lay over his stomach.

It had been only two days since the twins, their classmates, and others had been saved from that hellhole of an island… It was rather odd that one could go from an environment such as the one they all faced on the island, compared to how simple, and how great life was now. It was odd that it had taken the majority of them all this long to realize it… suppose when you come to death so many times you’d finally get how good life was.

Breathing in a congested breathe through his nose, Fred let out a small cough as he sat up on the bench, legs on either side as he glanced up toward where the school sat before looking back to Glenn. He was currently dressed in black knee-length shorts, and a simple blue shirt, covered by a blue and gray sweater with the school’s name and mascot covering it, his name and number for both soccer and hockey donned on one of the sleeves.

Glenn himself wore dark colored pants, and an equally dark colored turtleneck sweater covering his upper form. Face red, and breathing rugged from the morning workout he’d placed upon himself since they had gotten to school some forty-five minutes before, Fred sighing a bit as he rubbed a spot along his waist. His gunshot wounds had been taken care of on the way from the island, the bullets removed and the wounds fixed up. Though there was still some pain left there, Glenn knife wound in his arm had been cleaned and stitched up the doctor saying it would probably scar in the end.

Both twins had been given antibiotics for if they began to show signs of infection from their wounds being exposed to the island’s elements, and where released to there awaiting parents, to which they where both pulled into hugs from their mother and older sister all crying and going on. Their father and older brother also where there to give their hugs and words of encouragement to the two boys before they began the trip home.

This morning, the day when school had started back up, their mother had put her foot in saying she wasn’t going to allow them to leave to go to school Fred’s usual tactic of getting through to her didn’t seem to work. But after a moment of quiet words with Glenn she sighed defeated and handed over the keys of the car. Fred sighing, grabbing the keys and bidding his mother goodbye before leaving out the side door, Glenn staying behind a bit to hug and give her a kiss before following.

Watching his brother for a moment as he focused another hard kick at the goal, pausing after it to rub at his knee Fred grinned, “Prat. What did the doctor say about overworking your knee? S’gonna come out of place one day, and you won’t be able to play at all…”

“I know…” He heard his brother say lightly, standing upright once more. “But… I gotta take my mind off that time on the island… I just gotta.”

“…Glenn.”

The distance sound of the school’s bell informing the students to start heading to class sounded off, Fred looking briefly to the school before walking over to Glenn and tugging at his arm, “Come on, back to the toll and trouble of school, eh?”

Fred didn’t wait for his twin to answer before dragging him off back off toward the school, smiling a bit. ‘Don’t worry Glenn… I’m gonna help you make this as normal a life as it was before SOTF.’

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Lucinda stood along the end of her street, rocking back and forth on the heels of her brown converse, an ankle length skirt of brown and blue flower pattern skirt blowing gently in the light breeze while a brown top covered her top. A same colored jacket covering her form from the oncoming cold, and blue ribbon about her throat. The girl’s eyes were currently closed as she rocked, her newly cut hair blowing about.

Her once shoulder length hair was now cut somewhat shorter up about her chin. While on the island she had been finding amongst the bamboo for a long while after it had become safe again from begin a danger zone, but soon after she had begun hiding was when someone had set the place on fire. And Luci soon found herself surrounded by it, and with no other way pushed and ran through getting small burn wounds here and there on her arms, legs and face.

But she had remembered clearly… walking through the open field when without even noticing it at first as her collar fell unlocked and fell from her throat and onto the ground…

She staring dumbfounded for a moment before it clicked.

They where going to be saved, and within fifteen minutes the helicopters began to arrive. She had been one of the first to be brought onto one, as the field had been the most open area on the island and was quickly brought on and treated for, for her wounds. That had all felt so long ago, and Luci was more worried about if she could remember all her lines in the upcoming play than what had happened on that place.

Lucinda Garnett had saw death… much of it… she had watched as her own classmates had slain others, and they would probably be at school and she had to deal with that. The screeching brakes of the school bus brought her back in the real world, as she reopened her eyes and watched as it halted before her. Her usually lightly tanned and freckled face now had two smallish bandages on it one above her eye and one along her right cheek from the wounds given to her on the island, though these from the fight she had gotten into with a boy from another school. His hand markings from where he had managed to start choking her still visible at the moment, she unsure of if the boy had gotten off the island itself or not.

After she had managed to escape, without her daypack of supplies but with her life she hadn’t bothered to look back.

As the doors swung open, she stepped onto the steps glancing about as she stepped onto the bus… sighing softly… the looks she expected, as did the whispers. But she stuck her chin up a bit either way, and continued along down the seats before someone familiar came into view, her face quickly flushing… before she smiled brightly at the boy. “Good morning Ryan, you don’t mind if I sit with you on the way to school do you?” She asked lightly, keeping the smile.
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Megami
Posted: Nov 28 2005, 06:00 AM


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Nodding toward the empty seat next to him, Ryan slowly removed his backpack. After removing it from the seat, he simply dropped it in the floor underneath him. After a moment, he used it as a footprop.

"Go ahead," he replied casually.

Why's she want to sit with me? There's half a dozen other seats still open. Ryan mused over the thoughts, grinning to himself as he did. It was an odd habit he had, he smiled a lot when he was thinking. Ah well. At least she was there. Maybe she'll talk to me like a normal person. I'm tired of getting all these weird looks from people. I feel like they all know my whole damned life story. Hell, they probably do.

"How's things?" he questioned after an awkward moment of silence. "Everything going alright since the... you know... the incident."

He almost hated to refer to it. Nobody wanted to talk about it, how could anybody? A large portion of Barry Coleson High School had been detrementally traumatized after the incident. It was not something people just casually talked about. Regardless, it happened, and they just needed to get over it... right? It was a heartless way to look at the situation, but Ryan had been there, and he did not sympathize with himself, so it was very hard for him to do so with others.

As he glanced over at Lucinda, he could not help but notice the red mark around her neck. Someone had tried to kill her back in that place. He wondered who it was. What an awful thing, to have nearly been strangled to death. Figuring it was sensitive subject matter, Ryan decided against asking about it. He instead averted his gaze out the window, taking in the sites of the city once again. It was a welcome change from the green scenery of that island, and all the dead, rotten, and decomposing corpses that went along with it.
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riserugu
Posted: Nov 28 2005, 06:22 AM


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Lucinda found herself watching the boy with a bit of interest as she sat down, resting her bookbag below her legs, as she look note of the smile on his face. A small look of confusion on her face, as she tilted her head a bit before turning forward to face the bus. Noting some of the faces looking back, a frown pressing on her lips before sticking her tongue out at the people, they seeming to get the point and facing front again, leaving Miss. Garnett with a proud smile on her face.

She blinked though, hearing the question spoken to her from the other as she glanced back at him with a thoughtful look on her face. As she rose a finger to the side of her mouth, a horrid habit of her’s since childhood when thinking, and even if he had turned to look out the window she began talking. “Well… I suppose everything has been as normal as I can let it be. Course mama doesn’t like all the calls we’re getting, but in truth I want to put the SOTF game behind me and move on with my life. I can’t let the things that happened on that island haunt me for the rest of my life, you see.

I want to grow up and be a famous actress, I want to go and perform on Broadway just like my parents did. I know this game is going to change a lot of people for the worse and for the better, be it through the stuff they saw or what they did. I can’t complain, because I hide the whole time… course till the fire happened… then I had to run, and then that’s when I ran into him. He seemed nice at first, and said he wanted to help me find y—“ At that moment, she shut her mouth and flushed red again, shaking her head a moment before continuing. “But before I new it, he had punched me and forced me on the ground and started choking me… I’d never been so scared in my life, and the whole time I was thinking; Oh God… I’m never going to see my parents, my friends… I’ll never have a chance to act again, or play volleyball, or go to the Quiz Bowl meets… and it made me so sad.”

Sniffing a bit, she sighed, “A took an moment when he saw me crying he paused in the attack, and I hit him in the head with a nearby branch. After that, I ran and hid in the woods till I decided to go for a walk and found myself in the field that’s when my collar came off. But that island, it a part of me now and I’m going to use it to grow on, I’m not going to let it hold me back from doing what I want to do with my life.”

Sighing a bit, she leaned back in her seat staring forward again. "But you probably don't care about all that, right? How have you been though?"
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Megami
Posted: Nov 28 2005, 07:06 AM


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Closing her locker reluctantly, Lyndi happened to catch sight of one last picture before the locker shut completely. It was a photograph of herself and a friend from another school named Brad. Why had that photograph caught her eye? There was nothing special about it. It was just another photo of herself and a friend after a football game. The reason Lyndi's attention had focused on that picture was because with Brad's messy brown hair and striking looks, he held a stunning resemblance to an acquaintance of hers from the island.

Lyndi slammed the locker door shut and turned to lean against it. Biting down on her lower lip lightly, she tried desperately to fight back the tears that were beginning to formulate. You promised you'd come back, and you didn't. You told me you were going to protect me, and if you'd just stayed with us... you'd be here now. You wouldn't have met your end the way you did. I'm sorry, Callum. I'm sorry you didn't find your Beth. I hope that they can at least give you a proper burial. I don't want to think about the horrible things that monster did to you anymore...

The only thing that finally snapped Lyndi back to reality was the sound of the bell ringing, signalling that it was time for class. Did she really want to go to class at this point? Lyndi just wanted to be alone somewhere. Somewhere quiet. Solitary. After a moment, she pulled the leather jacket back up close to her and headed down the hallway.

It was a short stroll to the library from her locker. As she opened one of the large plate glass doors that lead into the high school library she was met with half a dozen stares. Most of the kids in there were the brainiacs that did nothing except study. What a surprise it must have been for them to see her, Lyndi Thibodeaux, cheerleader and popular girl, enter the library alone, quiet, and looking pretty gloomy at present.

Casting an almost fake smile at some of the guys who had not returned to their studies, she headed straight for the back of the library and, finding a table that was unoccupied, sat down at it. Gazing out at the campus of Barry Coleson High, Lyndi felt a bit better. She was finally home. Maybe someday, things would be back to normal.

She reclined in the chair slightly as she continued to look outside. A few people were still loitering around, apparently they did not feel like going to class either. Could she really blame them? Her thoughts finally left Callum, her superman who had finally found his kryptonite back on the island, and onto the other friends she had made there. She had not heard from Fred Hughes or Vince Samsa since they had been rescued.

Come to think of it, she had not heard from Elsie either. Was she okay? Lyndi considered whipping out her cell phone then and there and calling her, but after picturing all the evil glares the library occupants would send her, she thought better of it. She closed her eyes again, lost in her own little world.

It's sad to think that people who were with us a few days ago are no longer here. They're no longer among the living. I hope the people who died back there are given a proper funeral, not just thrown in bags and shipped off to the cemetary. They deserve so much better than that. All of them.

I guess there was something good that came out of that place, though...
Lyndi smiled to herself, thinking about the people she had met, the people she had gotten close, or in some cases closer, to throughout her time on the island. Those people had helped her to survive, and in the end, most of those people were here with her now. I just wish... I wish they were all here. I wish they had all come home...

Frowning slightly, Lyndi once again opened her eyes. The library was starting to clear out. Apparently, these people actually went to class sometimes. Trying to take her mind off of things, she boredly skimmed over some of the book titles on the shelf next to the table she was sitting at. Perhaps she should go to class, it was better than sitting here reflecting on the things that had happened back there. Then again, she needed this time, maybe trying to sort things out would do her some good.
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Queen Asshat
Posted: Nov 28 2005, 11:15 PM


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Vince Samsa, walked into school. He had not expected to face such a welcoming comitee. He hadn’t seen much bloodshed in his time on the island, the last thing he recalled was him standing with Lyndi and some other chick in the lighthouse… the gun in one hand and the hatchet in the other, the feeling of constant fear. Vince Samsa was given the superficial title of football captain, Vince Samsa had been offered five full scholarships. U.M., Virginia Tech, almost every school in the nation wanted him to play for them and yet he was a sophmore and he wasn’t that special.

He had not bloodied his hands. He would not have to go through the therapy others would and yet he was the one getting all the attention. High school hierarchies was something that Vince would never understand. Vince headed to the library, he had to do some homework for AP European history, he was not expected to pass the class and grades where some what irrelevant to the ninth and tenth graders of Barry Coleson high, he had a feeling that grades would be unnecessary for a long time.

Foot ball practice would continue for Vince, even though he was a sophmore the rest of the team where senior and he had promised his dad he was okay. He walked in the library History book in hand only to see someone, someone he had not seen in such a long time (or at least it felt like a long time). He saw Lyndi, he was hoping to catch her at the next game, but the team did not know when that would be.

“LYNDI! HOLY SHIT!” he said partially loudly and the librarian winced… she would not dare reprimand him, she would not dare reprimand anyone. She didn’t want to be dead and not missed like so many teachers had been on the trip. Mr. Johnson his algebra 2 teacher came to mind first… he was a real big dick.

Despite all the drama that had happened in the last few days Vince had a humongous grin on his face… Lyndi, un- fucking -believable.
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riserugu
Posted: Nov 29 2005, 04:58 AM


just another daydream...


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Leaning back in his seat a bit, Martyn silently stared blankly at the white board in the front of the class. His head resting in the open palm of his right head, while his left in a bored-like manner traced invisible circles on the top of the desk he currently occupied. It had been two days – two long days since he had left that island in the middle of the sea… that place of death, that so many people lost their lives on in the short time they where there. Though it felt so much longer than that… so much longer…

It had been a long while since he had felt so relieved, the moment the collar had fallen from his throat he knew something good was about to happen. And when the US government officers began to show up, and rounding all the children still alive and sending them onto the helicopters Martyn allowed a thought to pass through his mind that he had all but shoved back, believing it was probably never to come true;

‘I’m going home – I’m actually going home!’

Much to his dismay he came to be told that they wouldn’t be returning him to Scotland and instead was sending him to stay in the state of New York in the United State, close to the main school that had been sent onto the island during that time. Though he hadn’t received any wounds on the islands, but as he didn’t have any relatives or friends to stay with the hospital had allowed him to “live” at the hospital in one of the upper. Unoccupied floors till they where able to contact his home country, and get him back home.

Till then they decided it would probably be best for him to continue on with school, but of course it was his complete choice in the matter or not. And not knowing how long he was to be stuck in this place decided to go along with the idea and go to this Barry Coleson Highschool. Having spent a majority of his time in the main office this morning, registering and getting his class list he found that he had no where to go, and headed straight for his first period class, math with a Mrs. Lawrence.

‘Maybe I’ll see someone I met on the island again… it would give me someone to talk to, instead of getting all these weird looks.’ He thought, listening lightly as the school bell went off, he sighing a bit and going back to his finger drawings.

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Giving parting words with Glenn, Fred headed upstairs to toward his World History class sighing a bit as he entered the room, it had felt like ages since he had been in this class. Everything felt… odd almost… moving toward his seat in the back of the class; he sat down quietly removing his history book from his bookbag and leaning back in his seat some, watching lightly as more students filed into the room.

He blinked a little watching this, the other students laughing and smiling…

And oddly enough, Fred felt as if he wouldn’t be able to be like that anymore. Though he was trying his hardest to make those around him happy, his happiness didn’t seem to be at the level it had been before.

Sighing again, Fred leaned his head back closing his eyes.

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Hawley found himself with a thoughtful look on his face as Adam went about answering his cell phone; it seemed to be talking to his father. A small smile pressing against his face as Adam hung up, going on to tell them about the good news about Andrew being alive, and not dead as many of them had been figuring since they had exited the island. “That’s good news Adam, Ah. Maybe we should visit him we we get the chance...” He mused lightly, blinking once more as a familiar shrill bell signaling the students to head to class sounded off, Hawley sighing.

Personally skipping his classes sounded tempting, and going home. But after the fight he put up just to get past his brothers and out the house this morning, rubbing his head he shrugged deciding against it.

Bending over a bit, he took hold of his bookbag and swung it onto his shoulder glancing between the two, “Well, I’m off to my literature class, hopefully we’ll all have a half-way decent day today.” He mused with a grin. "Maybe we can meet up later... do something."
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Swoosh
Posted: Nov 29 2005, 10:15 PM


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Cassie opened her locker door, emptying a couple of books into it and letting it shut with a soft click. She hadn't spoken to any of her classmates since they had gotten back, and being back in school was perhaps a bit too much for her.

All these people were killing each other and now everything's back to normal?

Shaking her head slightly, she nibbled her lip, resting her head slightly on the locker door. There had been no need for everyone to kill; if they had just done what she had done, so many people who had died would still be alive. There would be no memorials, no mourning. Everything would just be the same. She felt almost bitter that everyone had played the game.

No... not everyone. There were some who didn't play...

Ryan hadn't played. He had stuck with her and her pacifist views. She looked around to see if he was anywhere around, and she saw him sitting with Lucinda. It wasn't like she had been stuck for friends before the trip; she was a pretty popular girl- things were different now, though. After everything they'd been through, after all she'd seen and heard on the island, Cassie wasn't sure how comfortable she'd be talking to any of them anymore.

Things certainly had changed.

Hitching her bag further up her shoulder, she walked over to where Ryan was sat, deep in conversation with the other girl. She hovered awkwardly, not wishing to interrupt their conversation but at the same time wanting to talk to Ryan nonetheless.
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LadyMakaze
Posted: Nov 29 2005, 11:39 PM


Savage Intent.


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Looking quietly towards Adam as he took the call from his father, Madelaine couldn’t help but smile with him, seeing him overjoyed that his friend, Andrew Lipson, had been found alive. Just barely, but alive nonetheless. Madelaine couldn’t help but feel her spirits lift by this news, despite barely knowing Andrew Lipson. Regardless of that, it felt good to know that despite the numerous tragedies that had occurred on the island, there were still quite a few who survived the ordeal.

“That’s wonderful news,” she told Adam, smiling warmly. “We should visit him soon, maybe I should buy flowers…” She contemplated this for a while before she was interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, that familiar cue for the students to head to their next classes.

At first she had contemplated skipping her classes altogether, to give her time to think…but really, returning to normality seemed the best thing to do at the moment. It might be the hardest thing…but to Madelaine, it was probably one of the most important things to her at the time.

Looking towards Hawley, she remembered that her next class was Home Economics. She flexed her fingers a bit, feeling enheartened. It was her favourite class. Smiling a bit towards Hawley, she told him, “Our rooms are in the same hallway, right? I’ll walk with you.”

She turned to leave, grasping her satchel with both hands, looking back towards the two boys, friends she had met only recently, yet had grown close to over the little time they’ve known each other. Just knowing this seemed to lift Madelaine’s spirits greatly.

“We should have lunch together,” she told them brightly. “Maybe we can meet up here later and decide where to go.”
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