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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:30 am
(Gamma Eleven entering from Traveling)
Well, wasn't this peachy. Eleven was alone, and from what the young Gamma was guessing, alone would get him killed. Hand in his pack, he was anticipating something, anything, to happen, so he was clenching his gun almost to the point he could hear the cloth shifting against itself. Gods be damned, "Gods. Be. Damned." If there even were any out there. Hell, Eleven highly doubted there were at this point. If there were, why were they all here?
Why was the operative question on the young man's mind as his feet dragged in sand. This beach was depressing. Feeling his phone vibrate, he pulled it out, checking the main screen. Day....3? Had he really been walking all night? Well....Whatever. No matter whether he had or not, he was here, and....And what? He had no idea. He'd made it thus far....but Gamma Eleven's drive to live was starting to kick in. He had to make it further.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:21 am
[[Delta Nine entering thread.]]
Delta Nine crept along in the opposite direction that her squad members (and that other gal) had gone. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she wasn't going to stop moving even if she was alone. For some reason her mind equated dead with alone, and that wasn't a good situation. She wasn't angry for the others for leaving her -- after all, they had to do what they had to do -- but Delta Nine didn't understand the anger and desperation that fueled them. That was the same anger and desperation that caused her squad members to fight (and probably even kill) other people at the big horse fight.
No, thanks.
Delta Nine was alert and kept a watchful eye out for any movement. She didn't want to be caught unawares.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:04 pm
When he saw someone else, Gamma Eleven could have almost wept in relief. It didn't mean much, and hell, she might try to hurt him, but he was trying to just find a partner to help him out, or even someone he could travel with. Making his way towards her, he kept his hand on his gun, just in case. Who knew what the other...ah....contestants could be like under pressure. He didn't know what unit Nine was from, and at the moment, he didn't care. Friends were good things.
"Hey." Soft spoken, as always, he took his hand out of his pack, holding them wide, indicating....oh....what was this an indicator of....That he wasn't going to attack her, right.? Gods.....He was asking himself SO MANY questions.. This wasn't funny, "I'm Eleven. Gamma Eleven."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:21 pm
((Eta XII entering from Traveling))
XII listened to the crunch of the beach sand as the soles of her boots dug into it. It made her think of what cotton candy would sound like if it were a crunchy food. She stomped around for a bit, partly so she could keep listening to the sound, and partly so she could feel like she was accomplishing something.
She allowed her mind to wander and almost forgot about what she was supposed to be up to when she thought she heard voices.
"Hey!" she shouted excitedly, never once second-thinking the wisdom of exposing herself to strangers who could be enemies. She turned sharply on her heel, the sand crunching loudly in protest, and ran straight towards where the voices were coming from.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:00 pm
Delta Nine kept her distance. She didn't trust anyone, and she was starting to feel like she couldn't even trust herself. She didn't like the feeling. "I'm.. Delta Nine." She cleared her throat nervously and squeezed her hands into fists behind her back before calming herself. Delta Nine didn't think she could do this herself, and she really didn't want to die at the hands of some unknown.
"I have... I have a gun," she whispered. Yes, she had a gun and she almost knew how to use it. The words weren't meant as a threat, but just.. a really bad warning. She wasn't good at this. She had a feeling she never had been good at this.
And then they were approached by another stranger, and Delta Nine fought the urge to bolt.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 6:35 am
When the Eta cried out, he looked over his shoulder, then back to Delta nine. Looking down at his phone as it buzzed, he murmured, "I have a gun too, Bu-....." Eyes widened and he looked at the phone. Oh...OH. He had to reply to this....Typing in a response, Gamma Eleven....Left
(Gamma Eleven leaving for Special Test thread, Sorry y'all XD; )
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 7:04 am
XII stopped in her tracks just as she felt her side vibrate. She looked down, slightly alarmed, then remembered that she had a cellphone.
"A text?" she murmured, reading it. One of the others suddenly vanished, leaving the two of them behind, but she could guess where he was headed and decided to follow.
It was about time Trouble caught her while she wasn't asleep or in the wrong spot.
"Umm, maybe I'll see you next time," she said to the other person. "Ciao." She quickly responded to the text and promptly disappeared.
((Eta XII exiting thread -- It's okay xD ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 7:10 am
Delta Nine got the text as soon as the others did. A long moment was spent as she thought about what she was doing. Purposefully she responded to the text.
This might be her only chance.
[[Delta Nine exiting thread.]]
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