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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2011 21:12:52 GMT -5
Mina was still watching Q and Moonflower when she heard Thomas screech. It sounded like he was in danger!
She was instantly next to him...and saw that he had merely tripped over Danielle. Well, it was his call to make a big deal out of -
No...no! It couldn't be!
Danielle was dead. Poor innocent girl. It was just as Mina had suspected. They were going for the rest of the kids now that she was out of the way.
She flew back to Q and Moonflower, who was thankfully still alive.
Why hadn't he killed her when Mina was gone?
It had to be that he was in on the plan to kill Danielle, if he was a killer. He didn't want to kill Moonflower too, because that would make him suspicious. Besides, her being alone with just him and a ghost made him being a killer the only possibility. It was brilliant. He simply had to be in on it.
She flew back to Danielle, knowing Moonflower was quite safe.
"It was Q!" she cried out. "I mean, he didn't do it this time, but he's in on it! He's drawing suspicion away from himself by not hurting Moonflower and ordering them to go after Danielle instead! She's gone! And it's YOUR FAULT! You killed me! You're the reason they did this, Captain Dean Comwell! You're in on it too! You're probably the one who killed her!"
She had recognized her first accuser's voice as Comwell's after listening to him speak.
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Post by Robyn on Dec 10, 2011 23:50:54 GMT -5
"Come along hippie!"
Moonflower was taken by surprise as Q took her by the hand, leading the way into the forest. She began to say something, something to let him know that she had fully intended to be alone in this journey, but the incredible impact of his aura caught her completely off-guard. She must not have noticed it before, but how couldn't she have? There were so many colors and shapes-- clashing reds and greens, swimming blues and shining oranges, sunny yellows and thrumming blacks. Cubes and squares and spheres and circles bumped up against one another and spun into the sky. For a second, Moonflower even thought she saw the outline of a duck, or perhaps a pony in a rowboat. It was ancient and fresh all at once, transcending time and space itself to just be.
It was literally the strangest thing she'd ever seen. And that was saying something.
She supposed the energy of the forest was doing its part to amplify his ambience, but...she'd never expected anything so powerful to emanate from one person, even with the help of any neighborly tree spirits.
"That's amazing," she said, staring at his aura. Then she realized that in anyone else's eyes, it looked as if she were staring at him. Moonflower cleared her throat and looked to Mina's ghost for a distraction, but as soon as she had appeared, she was gone. Moonflower thought she could hear her screaming at someone over on the mainland, but she and Q were beginning to put quite a bit of distance between themselves and the beach by now. Everyone's voices were getting indistinct and fuzzy.
Moonflower didn't quite know what to say to Q for a long part of their walk. Not too much time passed before she began to hear the sound of running water, though.
"Do you hear that?" she asked, pausing in her step, "It sounds almost like the whispers of the freshwater limnades! Come on, let's see if we can catch a glimpse of their rainbow dance!"
In a sudden excitement she hadn't felt since the killings, she took hold of Q's hand and rushed towards the bubbling noises.
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Post by Draco on Dec 11, 2011 0:35:49 GMT -5
Q paid little attention to Mina's ghost. He had his fill of watching her ghostliness the other night, now he was interested in this island. While Moonflower stared at his aura, he was staring at things most people would normally overlook. The baby smoke monster, the face eating koalas, the shuffling draconequus, the small multi-colored sprite like creatures, so many creatures most people just don't bother to look at. Deep in their minds they just choose not to see them, and boy do they miss out.
He was staring at a funny eyed creature that he had never seen before when he heard Moonflower speak up about possible water.
"Oh, then let us be off! Perhaps we can find some fun creatures there."
Where he thought he was about to take the lead, she instead drags him.
"Wait, did you say freshwater limnades? What is that? Oh no matter, what fun is there in making sense?"
He allows her to lead the way.
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Dec 11, 2011 1:19:22 GMT -5
Christopher roasted the food as Nelly instructed, smelling the delicious smells wafting from it. He felt Nelly's touch and blushed at her words. He was concentrating on the food, but he couldn't help but smile. "Thank you so much Miss Nelly, I have a good teacher." he told her softly.
Christopher usually didn't cook, not after that one time he tried to cook for his mother. He wanted to make her cookies, and the salt and sugar felt the same. Then the oven was broken, and it didn't beep just flashed, so his salty cookies almost burned down the apartment and his mother yelled at him. When she first walked into the kitchen she screamed. "CAN'T YOU SEE THE TIMER FLASHING? ARE YOU BLIND?"
She threw the cookies out and from then on he wasn't allowed in the kitchen without supervision.
Then there was screaming, Thomas's screaming. Christopher's stomach sank, someone else had died. Someone else had been murdered. Danielle from what he could tell. He couldn't quite place the name to a voice. Then Mina started calling out the killers. How could she know for sure? What if she was wrong? What if she was the killer..? Oh wait, no she was already dead. It was hard to keep track, she sounded exactly the same as she did when she was alive. It was almost depressing.
Christopher supposed Nelly wouldn't want Danielle's body just like she didn't want Gregory's. The body count was rising and rising. Christopher wondered when the inevitable was finally going to happen. His days had always been numbered. The day he woke up to go to the cruise he hadn't expected to make it to the ship, the day before that he hadn't expected to make it to the next night. Everyday is a blessing when you are broken.
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Post by Avery on Dec 11, 2011 15:35:14 GMT -5
The bodies were piling up too quickly. Nelly was annoyed. Too much product to make use of; why couldn't those blasted killers slow down a bit, space out the murders, so that she could use the meat? Wasteful! Those murderers were wasteful!"
"Thank you so much Miss Nelly, I have a good teacher."
She smiled. "Well, you are a very good pupil. Now, let's get back to the beach, hm? See if we can't peddle these delicious uh... pork chops."
She gathered the cooked meat into a basket she'd crafted of palm wood, then led Christopher back to the beach. Danielle's body was still there, throat slashed, and several survivors were staring at the corpse. Nelly sighed. No one would want to eat with a dead body right in front of them.
"Christopher," she said. "I am going to go drag away the body. You watch the meat, hm?"
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Post by Celestial on Dec 11, 2011 18:41:21 GMT -5
Despite everything, she was incredibly pleased. Beating the everloving snot out of Thomas had really done a good job at relieving her stress. Afterwards, Shani even felt good and happy enough to go on a proper hunt and not waste her time with fish, now that it seemed that Q had found a colony of wild boar around this place. She did not know and could not imagine how they got there but the angel did not care. So she left the main group and flew around the island, hunting.
She had a pretty good haul, enough to last her for a a day or two. Shani ate to her heart's content and for a while, she felt just as good as she did on the mainland. If she survived, perhaps she could make this place her home. It was nice and large enough, certainly, and as long as the boars kept their numbers up, she would never starve. But she had to get through the murders first.
The angel finally decided that she should go back and check on how the group was doing. When she did land on the beahc, she noticed two people missing: Gregory and Danielle. Immediately, all the good feeling that had been building up inside her was broken. Shani sank down onto the sand and just stared. So many innocents had died already.
The hippie girl, Moonflower, and Q ran into the forest to explore. The angel barely noticed them as she flew into a tree to think. It was time to really think about what was happening, danger be darned. They took Danielle's life and for all the angel's posturing, she liked the girl for her simple outlook.
Oh how she would have loved it if Thomas turned out to be a killer or heck, just executing him would be satisfaction enough. But petty revenge was not the way to go. She heard Mina's ghost shouting at Captain Comwell and...yeah, it could be him. He always kept to himself, only throwing around false accusations. He might be one, although Shani was not going to voice any suspicions. Let the dead accuse, they were safer. She had an island and a colony of wild boars to live for.
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Post by Avery on Dec 12, 2011 11:29:12 GMT -5
((people. vote. thanks. >_>))
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Post by Robyn on Dec 12, 2011 21:08:41 GMT -5
"Wait, did you say freshwater limnades? What is that? Oh no matter, what fun is there in making sense?"
Moonflower chuckled and pulled him past a particularly thick crop of ferns.
"The limnades are water spirits, silly!" she explained, "But whereas naiads, nereids, and sirens make the sea their home, limnades are found in sources of fresh water, like rivers, lakes, and springs. It makes perfect sense, really. There's not a lot to it."
The sound of the rushing water was getting louder and louder. It wasn't wavy or crashing like the breakers of the beach; this was a more gentle noise, something more at home in the depths of the forest. She and Q pushed past a final bit of brush to happen upon a lovely oasis: a waterfall roared over a towering cliff, creating rainbows in the showers of mist below. The raging waters collected in a calm pool that was surrounded by rocky shores, which then spanned out into soft grass and sand. It was as beautiful as Moonflower hoped it would be. Not to mention probably teeming with limnades.
She grinned at Q and then went to stand by the shore, the memories of the killings already washing away with this glorious site. Nature really did have a way of reminding one what was really important: the earth's beauty.
"Isn't it lovely?" she sighed, caressing the petals of a flower blooming by the banks.
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Dec 13, 2011 0:18:27 GMT -5
"Christopher," she said. "I am going to go drag away the body. You watch the meat, hm?"
"Of course, I'll...." Christopher trailed off,"I'll stay near it." he finished awkwardly.
It smelled delicious, and he had helped make it. He was quite proud of himself.
Christopher heard Moonflower and some strange man's voice trail off and grow faint. He guessed that had gone somewhere.
That man's voice was... indescribable. It was so... there wasn't even words for it. It wasn't strange but it wasn't normal. Christopher couldn't help but thinking that was exactly the kind of person Moonflower would wander off with.
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Post by Draco on Dec 13, 2011 21:36:02 GMT -5
As Moonflower explains the limnades, Q listens and walks with her.
"Hmm, so that's a limnades. And here I was thinking it to be some weird limeade creature that we can catch and use as a refreshing drink..."
He pauses for a moment as they get to the small oasis.
"You know, I once found a creature like that. It was a great, you caught it, drank it, and let it go. Later on you just had to catch it again. The downside was the drink changed depending on it's mood."
He walks over to the water and places his hand into it. He cups a little water and tastes it.
"Well, we won't die from drinking salt water or rely on coconut water now."
Inspecting the water he can see small fish and other small lifeforms in the pool of water.
"And there are snacks."
He stares at something in the water he swears was staring back at him and even winked.
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Post by Avery on Dec 13, 2011 23:35:52 GMT -5
It was always the quiet ones.
That, at least, was the conclusion the islanders came to after the latest death. Clearly they hadn't gotten the responsible parties yet, and so far they'd been lynching the loud ones-- Merkshire, for instance-- and that approach definitely didn't seem to be working. Therefore, the quiet ones ought to be executed next. Maybe one of them would be guilty.
The survivors threw names around. Mulled. Finally, they came to a relative accord: Selm. Selm should die.
**
Later that day, three people stood beside each other, looking terrified. Shocked.
"How did they know?" one asked.
"Oh, Selm!" cried the second.
"I can't believe they found one of us out," said the third.
At last, the killers began to fall.
Selm was a killer.
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Dec 14, 2011 0:11:41 GMT -5
Why did it keep happening? Why were people dying like this? The islanders decided to kill Selm, and she was gone just like that. Gone. It didn't matter that Christopher didn't even know her voice that well, it didn't matter. She was still a person! Cassie was a person, Mina was a person, Melanie was a person, Gregory was a person, Danielle was a person, and Selm was a person.
When everyone was deciding who to kill Christopher's stomach lurched. Why did anyone have to die? Isn't that what the killers wanted? Didn't they want them all dead?
Christopher shifted uncomfortably. Nelly wasn't back yet. Christopher had grown weary of everyone else. Of course it wouldn't be a surprise if he died, and he was happy just to have lived so long, a whole 12 years was a long time, but still he didn't want to talk to a murder, hear their voice.
What if had already hear their voices?
Christopher tried to focus on the smell of the meat he was protecting. He tried to put it all out of his mind, just lock it away along with everything else, but it was getting hard to just ignore it.
He hoped Nelly would come back soon.
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Post by Lizzie on Dec 14, 2011 14:16:07 GMT -5
Sam rolled her eyes with disgust when Selm was killed. Of course it was always the quieter ones-- wasn't that just like the movies?
Before Nelly could get to the body, she grabbed Selm by the hair and dragged the poor girl's corpse away. So what if Selm was a killer? Sam didn't trust those meat kabobs at all.
"You know, I've seen pig meat and cow meat and all sorts of meat, living on the farm, and not once has it looked like that. Something suspicious is happening to the bodies..." she murmured to herself.
Once Selm had been covered with sticks, Sam trailed back off to the beach and gave a loud sigh of frustration.
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Post by Avery on Dec 14, 2011 14:20:22 GMT -5
Nelly had just finished dragging the latest murder victim off into a desolate area of the forest and had begun walking back to the beach when she heard a ruckus. Shouts for vengeance, a struggle with some poor hapless soul about to be hanged. From behind a copse of trees she watched the execution, watched the islanders hang Selm. Fortunately, Nelly wasn't going to have to deal with the corpse, because Sam did away with it. Good. She didn't need anymore worthless bodies. And an execution probably made people hungry. Maybe they would buy more pork chops.
"Christopher, dear," she said after the commotion died down. "Did we sell anything?"
As she waited for a reply, she scanned the area, wondering who in her midst was a killer. Of all those hanged, Selm definitely seemed the most suspicious, but Nelly knew there wasn't just one murderer. There were several. She ought to watch people carefully, see who seemed most distraught over Selm's demise. Sympathizers. Perhaps then the survivors could find the rest of the killers.
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Dec 15, 2011 22:13:57 GMT -5
"Christopher, dear," she said after the commotion died down. "Did we sell anything?"
Christopher jumped slightly at Nelly's voice. He guessed he had zoned out.
"Oh, no we didn't. I don't think with all these... murders anyone is much hungry." Christopher explained to Nelly.
Murders.
"Miss Nelly... Why are we killing people? I mean, the islanders. Isn't that letting the killers win? Cassie, Mina, and Gregory didn't seem at all like killers, and Selm didn't either... she was so quiet, how could she be a killer? It's... almost sad. No! It is sad! Death is always sad." Christopher almost ranted, just letting his thoughts pour out, then feeling stupid after he was done.
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