Island, Round Six: By a fallen stake...

[Rosalie Dylas (Maddy)]

It was inevitable that Calista was going to die. It wasn't fair, but it was inevitable. Of course the thought of Calista actually being guilty made Christopher's stomach turn.

It didn't matter though. That was far away. Nelly and him had ran away. But did that mean they were safe? Was anyone really safe?

Those voices didn't belong. Christopher was curled up in the cove Nelly had found, thinking about everything that had happened when he heard the loud voice. It wasn't like Thomas's, more like the voice was using a megaphone or something like that.

Rescuers.

Christopher stayed put.

[gold]

Captain Comwell was lost. He wasn't sure how long he'd been away, anymore. All he knew was that he'd looking for boars to hunt, when suddenly, he wasn't quite sure which way he'd come from.

He spent an hour or two trying to find his way back, but eventually, he stopped caring. It was safer, wasn't it? No killer could find him here. He just had himself, some dead boar (now roasted and eaten), and his LifeAlert, which he had named Wilson.

One day, after packing up his camp, he started to hear distant noises while taking Wilson for his daily walk. He spent a few minutes trying to decide whether or not it was Wilson trying to communicate with him, and decided that yes, it was Wilson. After a few minutes of conversation that reminded him of Clever-Bot, he realized that not only was Wilson not making sense, that voice wasn't even coming from him.

He turned towards it to discover that he had arrived at the beach. He was about to run away to hide himself from the killers, when he saw another Wilson. Well, this Wilson was significantly larger, and was only a picture on a boat, but it piqued Comwell's interest. He stepped onto the beach, holding one hand over his eyes to shield himself from the sunlight.

"Wh--... Why is there a picture of Wilson... On this boat?"

[Avery]

((I know the RP is dead so no one really cares but sorry for the delay in the new round. xD I've been super busy with work/school/et al. I will try and get up the new round as soon as I can, hopefully in the next day or so.))

[Celestial]

((Live RP, live!! D=))

The skipper jumped up when he heard Sam's ghost talking to him. He turned to her carefully, examining her.

"Err, Bram, ya see this lass 'ere? Is she an actual ghostie?" he asked his second-in-command. The man looked at Sam as well, calmly and carefully.

"Yes, Skipper, she appears to be. I can see her too," he said calmly.

"Ach, crivens, I was sure that I was 'aving one of those, hallu...halluca...visions. It happens sometimes ya know, lad, Why, one time we were oout on this isle and I could have sworn I saw a crocodile juggling two wee lambs dressed in clown costumes. Eh, imagine that!"

Bram just smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, Miss, we'll find the blind boy. It's our job to get everyone off this island," he said to Sam politely. Michael just stared.

"Wow, first angels and now ghosts! The world is amazing!"

"Ach, lad, is it!" the Skipper said merrily. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his ear saying that he deserved to die.

"Naw I do not!" he yelled loudly. "Come at me, ya big numpty! Come on! Tae scared?! Ya should be! Ya haven't seen half of the stuff that I have!" he roared and was immediately calmed by another voice saying that he deserved pie.

"That's more like it," the skipper murmured. He knew he'd scared that ghost off and now it was trying to appease him. Well, pie was good enough. "Just make sure you deliver and make it steak!"

Another one of the survivours, who was obviously a little cracked, asked why somebody called 'Wilson' was on the boat. The skipper blushed bright red.

"I would'na think anybody would notice."

Bram glared at him before turning back to Comwell.

"Sir, do you mean the lifealert device? This is because we are part of Lifealert enterprises, Sea rescue division. Why don't you come on board and make yourself at home?"

******

Shani flew over the island until she saw a cove. In it, she caught several glimpses of people she recognised as Nelly and Christoper. She circled and flew closer, confirming it was them. The angel landed at the entrance and gave them a friendly smile.

"Aren't you coming? We're safe. We're going back. This nightmare is over!" she yammered excitedly.

[Terra]

Calista scowled at Q. Of course he'd have to make some stupid remark like that that would totally ruin the effect she was going for.

"Oh, come on," she said, annoyed at being brushed off. "You can't even pay any attention to me when I say dramatic things about death? What does it take?"

She noticed that she sounded like a whiny kid, but she didn't care. What did it matter what she sounded like?

"I'm just a kid," she said. "And nobody ever bothered to take care of me! Everyone just ignored me. Even here on the island! I disappeared for days on end and nobody even bothered to ask where I was? What is wrong with you? If anyone had ever cared about me, maybe...maybe I wouldn't..."

She stopped. She couldn't say it. Even after her death, even after everyone clearly knew. But still...it was too much.

She looked around for another target, a distraction. Her gaze landed on Moonflower, and it instantly turned cold. "You...you and your little hippie peace-loving act. You're still putting it on, even after death! I saw you kill those people! You think that you can just reunite happily with your farm-girl sister and pretend nothing happened? Because almost everyone is dead! Because of what you did...and what I..."

She stopped again.

She turned to face everyone and struggled to find something to say, something that didn't involve her.

"In...in fact, you're all liars! All any of you do is lie!" She pointed at each of them in turn. "You lied about being a vampire, you lied about being a healer, you lied about your sister, you've lied about the killings, of course...and everyone lies, when they say they're fine, when they compliment people to try to get them to like them, when they want to make themselves look better...when they say they love you, when they say that you're the most important person in the world, when they say that they'd do anything for you, when it's obvious that they don't care about you except when they want to show you off, and they never spend any time with you..."

Oh, God, oh, God, stop talking stop talking stop talking

She stopped.

She buried her face in her hands. "Oh, God, this is so embarrassing."

[Avery]

A desert island was not a very good place for a vampire.

It just... wasn't. It was too hot, it was too sunny, and frankly, Hunter Harris felt dumb for ever having the "bright" (hah!) idea to take a cruise in the first place. He was an undead beast, for cripes sake! What had he been thinking? And then all the murders. Oh, the murders! At least, though Hunter, he was relatively safe, because he was a vampire, and he could only die if someone had a convenient wooden stake.

Which, joy of joys, someone did! Alas.

And now Hunter's dead. Which is sad.



And also he was the psychic. Teh gasp! Even worse!

Hunter was the psychic.

[Draco]

"Oh Calista, Calista, little ghost girl. What do you have to worry about, we're dead now!"

He floats over the now dead Hunter.

"If a vampire dies, does it becomes a vampiric ghost? Odd story, it turns out that vampires originally came from blood sucking alien fish. Through hundreds of years of mix breeding they are what they are now. Or at least that's what I've read in a book."

He floats back to Calista.

"Take advantage of being a ghost. You can practically do anything now."

He shrinks down to about two inches and sits on Calista's ghostly shoulder.

"Now I don't mind that you were part of killing me. The way I see things, you have two choices. You can either live life.... Or dead death? Bah! I mean live, in your ghostly manner, to it's fullest. Or you can mope around for all eternity and eventually become some bringer of death and be exercised from some whacko."

He paces on her shoulder a little.

"There is a third option, I know I said two, but there is also a third option that seems less likely to happen. And that is to wait for a wizard of some sort who can resurrect you into a living body. Then when we find the wizard he turns out to be some crazy time traveler who can't do it in the first place, so yeah forget what I'm talking about."

He poofs off her shoulder and returns to normal size in the sky. He floats around and then shoots off into the forest.

"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!!"

[Lizica]

((*cautiously pecks game* D8))

More humans had arrived! The tropical bird chirruped in glee.

And just in time, too! The remaining humans seemed to be thinning out at a disastrous rate. Why, if they all vanished, soon he would have to resort to learning boar noises again, and how humdrum that would be. Especially after all the human sounds... Like the boat! Their boat made charming gurgling sounds, and the new voice he had heard possessed a delightful crackling quality. Excitedly, he flapped his wings, bouncing the palm frond he was perched on.

It occurred to the bird for a split second that these new crew members might become as disconcertingly crazy as the current islanders, but the dreary thought was not enough to deter his excitement over the arrival of new sounds.

"ALRIGHT, YE NUMPTIES! Siri! Sweetheart!" he crooned while straining to hear more of the crackling voice. "You fell from the tree. What a stupid move! That's not how we greet the patron dawn. YOUR ANKLES ARE NOT SAFE. Got the guts to do that kinda thing. Repeatedly. Livid!"

[icon]

The piece of driftwood formerly known as Montana Jenkins, gentleman explorer, would have breathed a sigh of relief if pieces of driftwood had lungs. The bird was finally gone. It had been badgering him all throughout the past week. Pecking at him on occasion, yelling out the most absurd phrases, almost covering him with sand. At one point he was nearly fashioned into a nest! Yes, it was good to be rid of the bird.

Or so he thought.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?" Monty cautiously called out. Due to the fact that he was now a small, uninteresting piece of driftwood, nobody had bothered to pick him up. With the bird gone, he had been left to his own devices. He had tried calling out to the islanders until he reached the point where his throat would have been hoarse, if he had a throat. And then he kept calling out. Nobody noticed him, though.

Unbeknown to him, however, the people were on the other side of the island. Preparing to leave without him. Although, since he didn't know in the first place, why should he worry? Ignorance is bliss, as they say.

As far as Monty was aware, there was nothing to be concerned about. He would keep calling, and once he was found he could be freed from this wooden prison. He had all the time in the world.

Right?

[Lizzie]

((I WILL MAKE THIS LIVE >| If only because I want to make sure everyone knows the ending. :>))

Sam shifted under the uncomfortable gaze of Skipper. She had forgotten that the rescuers wouldn't be accustomed to ghosts-- the Islanders had gotten used to it due to the sheer amount of paranormal figures.

"Err, Bram, ya see this lass 'ere? Is she an actual ghostie?"

"Um, yes, I a-" the farm girl started to reply, but she was cut off quickly by calm Bram.

"Yes, Skipper, she appears to be. I can see her too."

Sam smiled at Bram as Skipper went on to babble about another island.

"Don't worry, Miss, we'll find the blind boy. It's our job to get everyone off this island."

She curtsied at the polite man, smiling sweetly and nodding, before she began to speak.

"Thank you. He's pretty young, you see, and he's with an older woman named Nelly, if that helps."

Sam giggled as some of the other ghosts trolled the sailors, and Mister Comwell was yelling about his life alert.

"Sir, do you mean the lifealert device? This is because we are part of Lifealert enterprises, Sea rescue division. Why don't you come on board and make yourself at home?"

"Yeah, come on, Comwell. Let's get you out of here!" she squealed, and floated up onto the boat without another word.

--

(after Hunter's murder)

Sam floated out to the beach again. Not much had really happened overnight, just some whooshing noises from the ocean against the boat.

...Except for, you know, Hunter's death, which she found out about with a panicked scream.

Oh, and the talking driftwood that she hadn't noticed before.

The farmgirl swiped at it, as if to pick it up.

"I'm sorry, I'm a ghost, I can't help..."

[Draco]

Q crash lands, as much as a ghost can crash land, in front of the Christopher.

"Oh! If it isn't the clumsy one. What was your name again? Oh doesn't matter at the moment. The important thing is that there are people on the island. People you hear, I know you can hear, seeing is another question I'm trying to figure out, but hearing is something I do believe that you can do. Reminds me of the time I was running from a mutant ostrich through a town and the only way to defeat it was... Oh there I go rambling again. Anyways you should get back to the beach as soon as possible unless you wish to live life on this island."

The whole time he just kept spinning around Christopher trying to make him dizzy, failing, but he had to try. When he stops he floats away a little.

"Now if you excuse me, I have a chest to get ready for travel."

He pops away with a small flash of light and reappears again on the beach near one of the sailors.

"Now see here, I wish for you to carry my trunk over there and keep it safe. I'll give you a address to ship it too, but I expect you to personally deliver it. Do not worry, you'll be compensated well for your trouble."

He floats above his trunk.

"Oh, but don't try to open it. It won't open. You need the special touch you see. Heavier then it looks too. So careful."

With that he dives into his chest and loud noises begin to be heard from it, mostly crashes and the sounds of things being moved around.

The sailor, stares blankly, not really understanding what just happened. He does however finds he now has a paper in his hand with an address written on it.

[Draco]

The island shakes violently and comes running floating quickly out of the woods. A sailor stares confused at the trunk then at Q, and is about to ask something when Q stops him by holding a finger up to his mouth and shushing him.

"Volcano. The volcano is going to blow. Don't ask why, long story, took days to happen. Wait, not days, minutes. No it was days. Yes, I know when this is."

He floats around in a circle waving his arms around.

"Ok, I'll tell you what happened because you were begging me so much!"

The sailor opens his mouth to respond, but once again is shushed by Q before he continues talking.

"The short story is I was exploring the caverns of the mountain, which turned out to be a volcano, and there was a.... God... No, a creature, yes a Ignisequus. I sort of angered it, don't ask why, and in no way did I insult it's cooking! Even if it was a tad on the charred side... So now the volcano is going to blow!"

[Lizica]

"Squa-ha-hah-awk!"

This was most certainly a sound that the tropical bird had never, never, in his entire life, heard on this island. Moreover, he realized in shock, it was the first sound he'd ever heard that he had absolutely no desire to replicate whatsoever. The females would never want to hear that terrifying rumbling in a courtship display.

...And it kept growing louder!

His palm frond perch jerked suddenly, and the bird's panic level instantly shot through the roof. He jerked up and zigzagged across the sky in wild directions, squawking and flapping in alarm.

"Must I always deal with such depressing circumstances?!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs, flying frantically around the boat.

"NOTHING BUT PAIN! I'm just a little, um, SHAKEN UP ABOUT A-ALL THIS!" he warbled, darting above the forest and the campsite.

"Leave me alone, you stupid bird! Don't listen to him! That was uncalled for, jerk!" he screamed as he swept over the coves and beaches.

And at last, he let out a final "Some dramatic music is in order!" before his wild impressions fell into indistinguishable gibberish mixed with frenzied bird squawks as he continued hurling himself across the island. And by that time, in addition to the volcano's rumbling and the tropical bird's rambling, the deafening cacophony has risen to include swarms of equally panicked creatures all about the island: birds, boars, insects.