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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Dec 23, 2011 2:33:59 GMT -5
"Come into the woods with me, why don't you? We have an allegedly deceased hippie to find."
No.
She couldn't be.
Not Moonflower too!
Thomas, Sam, and now Moonflower?
Moonflower had been so nice to Christopher, and now she was dead.
Christopher nodded numbly at Nelly, "Yes." he said distantly. Then he started walking. He wasn't even sure if he was going in the right direction he just knew he had to get away from there. He had to get away from all the death.
He bumped into palm trees and other things, softly apologizing to them. Christopher happened to get lucky and actually walked the right direction.
Thomas was talking, but that was impossible because Thomas was dead. Wait, didn't Mina talk even though she was dead? Christopher didn't care, Thomas's voice was comforting dead or alive, Christopher just had to make sure not to pay to much attention to what Thomas was saying. Sometimes Thomas said things that took away from his appeal.
Christopher then bumped into something, something declaring that the hippie was dead. Christopher more tripped over Q than bumped him, so Christopher ended up on the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Christopher told Q, feeling very stupid. The person was mourning after all, if you could call what Q was doing mourning.
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Post by Lizzie on Dec 23, 2011 7:10:00 GMT -5
Sam zoned out during Thomas's text walls, listening to the ghost's hyperactive voice.
Then, of course, she realized that she could touch Thomas, since they were both ghosts.
“Who could possibly have it any other way?!”
"Me!" the southern girl yelled, taking a swing at Thomas's nose, a fist clenched angrily at her side, the other heading toward that nose.
"Hippie! Dead Hippie! Why Hippie? Why?"
Sam looked at Q, shaking slightly, and she dropped both her hands.
"She's not 'hippie'. She wanted to be called Moonflower," she murmured, "and I miss her."
Then, a blue light.
"Wha-"
"Hey, Sam. It's real."
"MOONFLOWER!" Sam literally glomped her twin, crying slightly.
As much as the hippie girl persona that Moonflower had taken on annoyed Sam, she couldn't help but still love the sister that had left her.
But their poor parents-- they didn't know that the siblings would be together, not even they knew, but in one day they had lost their two oldest children.
Sam bowed her head.
"Don't ever leave me again."
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Post by Avery on Dec 23, 2011 17:45:11 GMT -5
At Moonflower's body, Nelly and her apprentice discovered Q, who seemed pretty distraught. Right. He and the hippie had been friends, or something like that. Christopher stumbled into him and quickly apologized. Nelly, though, stayed a respectable distance and simply stared past him, at the fallen body. From the slashes on the girl's wrists, it was apparently not a murder, but a suicide. Well, that was a new one.
Nelly sighed.
This whole murder business was getting awful depressing. There were only a handful of living islander left. Soon there would just be the killers, lords of the island, and that made Nelly nervous, because it meant she would probably be dead. They had to put a stop to these deaths soon.
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Post by Nova on Dec 23, 2011 18:47:43 GMT -5
It was a catastrophe.
There were so few of them left, and while yes, another killer came to justice, the islanders rose up and killed one of their own.
Something had to change. Something had to change fast.
He was walking on the island, nowhere in particular, to gather his thoughts. Was it possible he would be attacked soon? The murders will make their mark soon... he might be their next victim. And that thought worried him.
Who was in the mafia? Captain Dean Comwell seemed quite suspicious, it was very possible he was in the mafia. But there is another one loose on the island. Christopher, Calista, Shani and Q... they were possible too. Christopher seemed quite innocent, but maybe it's the overly innocent ones you have to watch out for.
Hunter bumped into Nelly while he was thinking. "Oh... I'm sorry," he said. He hoped Nelly strike up a conversation.. there were so few people he could talk to nowadays, especially with Thomas gone.
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Post by Robyn on Dec 24, 2011 1:09:16 GMT -5
""Don't ever leave me again."
"Man, we were never really apart, you know?" Moonflower said as she stroked her sister's hair, "Like I've always been saying, we're all connected. The soulosphere is real, Sam. It's a thing and it's real and it was amazing."
She looked around at Q, and then over at Thomas. Hm. As a ghost, the sickly dark aura surrounding him had disappeared, to be replaced with a cloud of royal bluish purple. Still arrogant and despicable, sure, but not something so altogether threatening. Strange.
She wondered if it was that way with any of the other islanders now.
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Post by Draco on Dec 25, 2011 22:35:53 GMT -5
Q falls over from being bumped into by the blind kid. He looks at him and stares.
"So it looks like the others have found us. As you can see, there are now three ghosts and a dead body. Now chop chop, let us carry the body back for a proper burial. I know you help do that with that Kabab lady."
He turns back to the ghosts.
"Well now that you three are floating around and all, maybe we should get back to the campsite of killers, and by killers I mean the killers and the people who really like to lynch people around here. Really is a problem. Reminds me of that book I read by Drake about Netwaffle. Really interesting really, the only difference is the lack of meat pies around here."
He begins to walk back to the camp, still talking.
"And Hippie, now that you can float around, maybe the adventures can still continue. Of course, you are breaking my first rule of being able to run, but I guess that means I'll have to run twice as hard and you will have to float around quickly to keep up."
He then strikes a pose pointing int he direction of the camp.
"Let us be off!"
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Post by Avery on Dec 26, 2011 0:19:03 GMT -5
His friend was gone, and though not outwardly hysterical, the man was very upset.
He put on a good face, of course, with sardonic comments and a pragmatic approach-- at least, when people were around. But once he was alone, Q was less stoic. Everyone was dying, and if only he'd been better at choosing who to cast his protective healing rays around, this wouldn't be happening. But no. Instead he chose to befriend crazy people who later turned out to be killers, while innocents continued to die.
Alone in the woods that night, he sat and contemplated. Tried to figure out some way-- any way-- to get the killings to stop, before it was too late. It was ironic, really: his last few living moments spent deep in thought about how to stop the murders, and all the while he didn't even notice the two shadowy people creeping up behind him.
Killers.
It seemed that Q, too, would fall.
Q was the healer.
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Post by Nova on Dec 26, 2011 19:16:09 GMT -5
News of the mafia striking again soon reached Hunter's ears. It was even worse when he realized that Q had a special power, a special power he was using for good. There were five people left, with two mafia running loose. The innocents' advantage was running out.. if they killed one of their own, then the mafia will win.
This was a crucial vote.
The innocents had to band together. But who to trust? Hunter couldn't trust anyone but himself. But he had to make a stand... even if he stood alone.
"Calista," he said a loud, hoping someone would hear him. "She's mafia."
He hoped he was right.
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Post by Robyn on Dec 26, 2011 20:03:43 GMT -5
Moonflower drifted around Q's ghost, having discovered his soul before his body, as was typical for someone like her. His aura was still as awe-striking as ever, and in fact, the shedding of his mortal coil might have even magnified its effects.
"The healer, hm?" she smiled, "I knew there was something special about you. Besides the obvious, at least."
She ducked as a random ethereal triangle spun out of his personal orb. Fascinating.
"I guess I owe you an apology," Moonflower said to Q, "If I'd known how hard you were trying to protect all the survivors, I wouldn't have played such a part in ki-- well, in all this. Not that I really was ever getting into it, you know? It's hard to explain, man. There was a reason I did what I did. Everything has a reason."
A loud accusation sounded off from behind her, and Moonflower jumped. She spun around to see Hunter pointing a drastic finger at Calista. Examining both of them, she was surprised to find that their auras were completely normal (at least, as normal as a vampire's aura could be)-- no dark tendrils or shadowy wisps at all.
Did it take her death to get rid of them? Or...had they never even been there at all?
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Post by Terra on Dec 26, 2011 20:06:45 GMT -5
Calista awoke to hear someone say her name.
"Calista. She's mafia."
What.
There was mafia on this island?
And someone was saying she was part of it?
Her head was spinning. Did she mishear something?
She struggled to her feet and looked around to see Hunter pointing his finger at her dramatically and Moonflower...Moonflower.
She was a ghost.
It took a moment before Calista could find her voice.
"Well," she said. "It's clear that I've missed quite a lot."
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Post by Celestial on Dec 26, 2011 20:18:00 GMT -5
Shani had had enough of all the deaths. It was her fault that Q had gotten mixed up with them. Perhaps if they had left him alone on his own little beach he would not have been involved in the idiocy that they were in the thick of. Right now, she felt like she was the only person who could do anything. She had wings, she might as well start using them. It was better than waiting to die.
The angel had gotten fairly proficient at downing the wild boar that had inhabited the island. She had managed to make several rickity spears that, combined with an aerial attack and the element of surprise, landed her her meals for the day. Shani stood by a carcass now, blood pouring down her arms and her mouth, her stomach completely stuffed. She tore off the last bits of meat off the bone and stuffed them into her pockets, a snack for later. There would be no wild boar where she was going, just fish.
Shani was going to fly out into the ocean and try to find a vessel, alert them if she could. Some kind of...lifealert. She would have to return to the island when she was tired but if she went out everyday, perhaps she could save them all. And she definitely was not going to stay here and angst.
The angel took off into the sky. Her wings caught the wind and she sped off into the open ocean, her sharp eyes scanning for the twinkle of a boat.
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Post by Lizzie on Dec 26, 2011 20:21:14 GMT -5
"Man, we were never really apart, you know? Like I've always been saying, we're all connected. The soulosphere is real, Sam. It's a thing and it's real and it was amazing."
Sam had let Moonflower stroke her hair, and quietly thought of the Soulosphere...
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Soon after, in the dead of night, Q had been murdered.
The healer? Sam never would have guessed. The man had stayed to himself mostly, when the beginning murders had happened, and nobody had been healed.
She was by herself, sitting in the sand, staring at the ocean. Her translucent hands went right through the pale brown sand.
"Not that I really was ever getting into it, you know? It's hard to explain, man. There was a reason I did what I did. Everything has a reason."
Her sister.
"And what was yours?" the girl floated over, and went up to face her twin dead in the eyes, "I knew you were in the group of murderers, but you never really seemed to be one to kill, not even when we were little."
"Calista. She's mafia."
Sam whirled on Hunter.
"She is, like, 10 years old! What makes you think she'd kill?"
"Well. It's clear that I've missed quite a lot."
She looked at the speaker-- Calista herself-- and stared.
"And where have you been?" she asked quietly.
Sam then looked over and saw Shani flying away.
"Where are you going?"
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Post by Avery on Dec 26, 2011 20:27:44 GMT -5
Nelly was not pleased with Q's murder, mostly because she'd been right near him just hours before it happened. It could have just as easily been her, or even worse, Christopher. Her stomach tightened. She couldn't bear the thought of that happening, of her poor little orphan child being ripped from her.
It was getting too dangerous. She could no longer sit idly by and watch her fellow islanders fall, expose Chris to that risk. They had to be away from this place, away from these people.
"Child," she said in a hushed tone just after the discovery of Q's body. She didn't want anyone to hear what she was about to say. "We need to leave this beach. Go off to a desolate part of the island, just the two of us. We must be quiet in packing our things, and then leave without attracting any attention. And quickly. Before anymore deaths happen."
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Post by Terra on Dec 26, 2011 20:35:50 GMT -5
Sam stared at Calista. "And where have you been?"
Calista stared back, wide-eyed. So Sam was a ghost, too. How many more people had died since...since she could last remember?
She tried to answer her question. "I...I..."
She tried to think back, to remember what had happened. But...nothing came to mind. She remembered sitting on the beach and talking to her fellow survivors, and she remembered watching them lynch Mina while hiding between the trees...and she remembered waking up to find that she'd acquired a head injury and running into the dead body of Thomas Everington...but in between...she could remember nothing.
She was horrified by this discovery.
"...I don't remember."
Tears started filling her eyes in spite of herself. No, don't cry, Calista, she told herself, you'll only make it worse...as if you haven't already disgraced yourself by getting into this awful mess... But she couldn't help it.
"I found Mr. Everington," she choked out. "He's dead."
She looked around and jumped when she saw Q's ghost was floating in the air, as well.
"How many more people have died?" she squeaked.
Then she turned away and hid her face in her hands. It was too much; she couldn't handle this. She was just making a fool of herself. Her parents would be so ashamed of her.
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Post by Draco on Dec 26, 2011 20:39:05 GMT -5
With a bright flash Q appears in ghost form over his dead body, wearing a red bowtie.
"Hello people of Dead Island, I am the Healer, and I wear bowties now. Because bowties are cool."
He adjusts it a little a floats around upside down drinking something out of thin air.
"It really is a shame that I died... I knew how to bring ghosts back to life, I just needed to get back to my place on the mainland. But as a ghost....."
He disappears and reappears floating above Sam.
"Not really going to happen now, since I can't revive myself to revive others. Drake was lucky he got to live again."
He pauses motionless.
"Well, whatever."
He floats around a little more, snaps his fingers, and a few purple and pink clouds float around his corpse, and begin to rain a orange liquid. Holding out a glass some of it floats into his glass, and he drinks it.
"Mmmm, orange soda."
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