this is not a post but what about Buds plan? I was going to write something like Melinda was walking down the island mentally cursing herself then she saw Buds on his bike with the Machete in his hand a determined look on his face then they fight and at the very last second I end it and let PAyton or Jim or something randomly show up after seeing them and Buds has a panic attack or something or I would have just stopped at the very last second where it would be decided whether Melinda wins or Buds wins then let someone else finish that part. so what now? which do i follow?
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
hell I don't mind that. Go for it. When there's an event happening like that and say in your case it would happen in the middle of day1 then all posts that have to do with that event are in the middle of day1. When that event's over the next post happens at the end of day1. So basically any time there's two authors interacting their post happen on the same day at the same part of the day.
So Yea I say go ahead and continue with your plot idea Jasmine. =)
"You've got nothing to worry about" I said grimly before walking away.
"Hey!"
"You should...give her some time" Payton said quietly.
I shoved my unbroken arm in my dirty sweatshirt pocket and retreated outside to the beach.
"It's all your fault you know...Julie's death. If you hadn't followed Will outside then you could have prevented all this. Jim wouldn't have to leave, Ed's arm wouldn't be in a sling, Payton wouldn't have to get up at 3am to cry silently to herself. It's all your fault. Robin wouldn't have almost died. Julie wouldn;t be dead. IT's ALL your fault. IT's ALL your fault. It's ALL your fault" My subcouisous whispered. I fell on the sand, tears falling freely down my face when suddenly I saw the salty water, so easy to drown the pain, drown the sorrow, drown the guilt in the water.
I knew what I had to do.
***Sorry I was going to do the whole Buds/Melinda showdown but I started writing this and went into a faze, try to have someone save her..if you can....ooooooh! Maybe have Buds see her, get ready to kill her, then see her walking towards the water in a calm way and have him save her or something! You don't have to. It's just my crazy plot obsessed mind
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
When riding down, I thought about who I was going to kill. It wouldn't be very safe to attack someone extremely important. Maybe one of the six year olds on a wall would do the trick, anger them up enough.
But as I got about a block away, fate showed me a different idea.
I saw our old hostage, Melinda, out along the coast. She was looking out at the water. She started walking. She was going to kill herself.
I could let her die, or kill her myself. I could save her, and kidnap her again, or set her free. I could ask her if I could join the beach, or I could make her more angry at the Coates.
Many different choices. What the hell should I do?
The song changed; Eruption by Van Halen. Another song that strangely fits the mood. I had to choose quick.
But then a different idea came for me. She had to be insane.
I got off the bike and ran over, and stayed invisible. She kept walking forward, and I put my foot in front of her path. She tripped over and took a mouthful of sand. She seemed to think she tripped on her own feet. While still invisible, I started speaking directly behind her.
"Why die now? What's the difference about dieing in vain and like a coward? At least if you die fighting, you'll feel a little better about yourself".
It worked. She thought I was some voice in her head. She didn't think that someone was there. She couldn't recognize my voice, because I never spoke in front of her before. She grabbed her head and started thinking she was crazy.
"Nothing can bring back your friends. If you want to die, die doing something right. If they were alive, your friends wouldn't want you to die like a coward."
Melinda gave off a bit of a scream. She was definetely going insane. This was going perfectly, but someone heard her. She wasn't going to die, but she was insane and filled with rage.
"You want justice, fight for it."
I ran over to the buildings. I wanted to be 100% certain that they'd attack. I saw a 10 year old alone in what looked like a little karate dojo. I pulled out the machete and stabbed him in the back, covering his mouth. He died quietly, and nobody knew. I put his body in the center of the floor, and stuck the blade into his heart. If what I did to Melinda didn't do it, this would.
I ran out and saw someone trying to comfort Melinda, trying to calm her down. I grabbed my bike and started heading back. Everything was working fine.
The song changed again, this time to Albatross by Corrosion of Conformity. Timely as usual. Hell was going to break loose.
"I'm fearless in my heart They will always see that in my eyes I am the passion, I am the warfare I will never stop Always constant, Accurate, Intense" "The Audience is Listening", by Steve Vai
I was walking along the coast, my mind set. Drowning, it's painful but at the same time would destroty all the pain. I suddenly tripped and a handful of sand wound up in my mouth. What? How did I fall?
"Why die now? What's the difference about dieing in vain and like a coward? At least if you die fighting, you'll feel a little better about yourself" a voice said. I sat up and looked around, thinking it was Jim or something but he wasn't cruel enough to say that.
"Nothing can bring back your friends. If you want to die, die doing something right. If they were alive, your friends wouldn't want you to die like a coward." I heard again.
I put my hand over my head and internally screamed SHUT UP!!. A bit of it came out of me. I was going insane. I was hearing things now. I need to kill myself quick. My insanity would just depress everyone else. I stood and walked faster towards the shore line, letting the wave hit gently hit my foot. The salt water burned the still open cuts on them. Good. No one would miss me, they'll make it probably avenge everyone themsleves. Who was I to them? I was no one.
"You want justice, fight for it."
I was immidiatly filled with rage. I shouldn't die this way. I should at least kill Will for murdering Julie. At least Will. M eyes burned with fury and tears fell down softly into the soft sand. I sat and devised a plan. A plan where no one but me would die. Other than Will. Will would die.
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
*sorry I haven't posted so much but thanks for keeping me in the loop*
Jim
"I hope your faith in me enough for everybody else in the next three days" I said glumly rolling the ring around on my finger. It was, had been Issac's. I needed something to remind me of the day. So many lost. It wasn't right how could kids follow Will and feel good about it, live with themselves.
"Jim you worry to much no ones gonna turn you in" Ed said.
"not yet but soon the only reason I'm not getting killed by Will right now is because of fear" I said looking out the window. To the normal eyes the crowd of people below was normal and nothing was wrong. My view told a different story the paranoid looks up at my office the gatherings of people in the corners. It was the signs of revolt.
"what do you mean fear?" Ed asked looking out the window.
"The scared of my power, why do you think a power always leads because its the only time they feel safe, that power that they know I have is the only thing keeping them from coming up here and getting me" I replied my face felt heavy I was just a kid this wasn't what I was supposed to be doing at my age.
"but you would never hurt them" Ed said trying to make me feel better but failing.
"and as soon as they realise that I'm dead" I said, before I could say anything else a boy crashed through the doors.
"the bastards have killed another in the dojo" The boy shouted. I noticed Ed tensing ready to teleport so grabbed his shoulder.
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We arrived in at the edge of the dojo and I stumbled forward teleporting always messed up my senses.
Enventually, someone came out and found me on the beach in a full blown panic attack. A 10 year old came and brought me into the Dojo.The moment I walked in I knew something was wrong. Payton was crying again, Ed was close to it and Jim looked uber-depressed.
"What-What happened!?", I exclaimed.
"It's Lucas...they killed him. Stabbed him in the back and nailed his body to the floor", Jim said in a low monotone. His eyes were bloodshot and way more mature than they should be at 14.
I stood in plain shock, my mind trying to comprehend it. Lucas, one of my most promising students. Dead. Gone. Forever. We were supposed to have class today when I was busy at the beach. If I was there, I could have at least seen who did it as I still hadn't set any of my broken bones. He was dead because of my selfish need to kill myself. It was my fault again.I mentally and physically snapped.
Ignoring the fact that I had two broken ribs and a broken arm, I dashed outside towards what seemed to be a mess of rocks but was really a well-formed cave hole thing. Jim, Ed, Payton and I had found it one day while searching the beach for food and decided to put emergency stuff there; food, water, weapons etc. I slipped inside and grabbed a bagel and a Coke and looked through the weapons. My mind was racing, I wasn't thinking correctly. The only thought that passed through my mind was the faces of all who died. I found exactly what I was looking for almost immidiatly.
3 army green grenades, a Neostead 2000 gun, a strap bomb (which I put on under my clothes), a pistol and a small survival knife. I finished two more bagels, a box of crackers and heat up some soup in the microwave. I wouldn't die hungry. After finishing and grabbing a bottle of water, I stepped outside, breathing the fresh air. It was dusk, the most dangerous time of day.
Grimacing I walked stealthily towards the Coates Academy. I wouldn't even go back to just to say goodbye. They would talk me out of it somehow...no they wouldn't be able to so they would physically restrain me. Same senario happened when James and Emma died.
I threw the survival knife in the air and caught it with my left hand, ignoring the jolts of pain that came with the broken arm. I flipped the survival knife again. Funny, I wasn't planning on surviving this.
***OMG! Showdown baby!***
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I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
That was all I could say when I saw Melinda again. It wasn't my plan for her to walk alone. I just got back to the door of the Plant when I saw her walking in the shadows; she wasn't as sneaky as she thought she was.
Looks like my work wasn't done yet. I stayed invisible, got back on the bike and started heading back. By the time I was done with this next part, she'd have just arrived at the academy. I biked down like the wind.
I went back to the dojo. A lot of people were still gathered. The body looked like it wasn't moved at all. I ran through the crowd, and took the machete out of the body. People were confused on how the blade just disappeared, and they started looking around.
I sneaked to a little garden in the back of the dojo, and for the first time in a few hours (I think), I reapppeared. Nobody was around me, so I'd be found if I made some noise.
My new stage was simple; get caught, and make them think Melinda was kidnapped again. With any luck, more people would try and rush up and an actual assault could help her kill Will. I turned on a new song on the MP3. Might be the last one I hear for a while, so I needed it to count.
I pulled out the player and snapped the end of the music player, while it was playing the last song I'd hear for a while; Shakin' my Cage by Joe Perry. I unplugged the part still in the music player, and the song started playing over it's small speakers. I could've made noise by breaking pots and shooting my gun, but only an idiot would think a Coates kid wanted to do a little minor destruction. However, I'd be lying if I said I slightly regretted the destruction of my ear buds. I still had another pair, but I have a feeling the beach kids'd take it away and destroy it anyways, so it wasn't too big a deal.
I essentially framed myself. Sure enough, someone heard the music and came along with a gun pointed at my head.
*This isn't completely necessary, but I'd recomend listening to the last song I mentioned; Shakin' my Cage by Joe Perry. Just for the sake of description, for whoever wants be holding the gun at me. Also, fun fact I feel like saying, every song I mention in Buds' parts, I listen to as I'm writing. A character that lives his life with music has to be written with it, right?*
"I'm fearless in my heart They will always see that in my eyes I am the passion, I am the warfare I will never stop Always constant, Accurate, Intense" "The Audience is Listening", by Steve Vai
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled, pointing the gun directly at the Coates kid's head. Buds I think his name was.
"Oh, Melinda. What a pleasant surprise. What does it look like I'm doing? Listening to music" the guy replied calmly, as if he didn't even take notice of the fully laoded gun pointing at his temple. His voice was so familiar. Where did I recognize it? Proabaly from the torture chamber...
"Payton! JIM! EDWARD! SOMEONE GET THE HELL OVER HERE!!" I screamed. Someone did come in. Someone I was hoping not to see for a VERY long time.
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
My only guess would be that she came back. But why? She got all the way to the plant and kept going, but she turned back? Why the hell would she do that? Did she follow me? I was fucking invisible!
I considered asking her myself, but the entire plan would be ruined if I did. Somehow I had to turn it around. For now, I had to try and just keep calm. The people she called came in and forced my hands behind my back. One of them picked up the music player.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like that back at some point".
After that, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it. I really couldn't be more pissed off.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!?"
"Oh yeah, let an enemy keep his phone, that's a good idea", he sarcastically replied back.
"It's just a music player!"
"Nice try, dumbass".
So, my MP3 was destroyed, the plan appears to have failed, Will was still winning, and I was now a prisoner of the beach kids.
I'm gonna need a lot of fucking luck to get out of this one.
***Edit: It's completely unrelated, but I should say that when I wrote the line "He threw it on the ground" I was listening to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMLwUItWmYo ***
"I'm fearless in my heart They will always see that in my eyes I am the passion, I am the warfare I will never stop Always constant, Accurate, Intense" "The Audience is Listening", by Steve Vai
I actually swear to god just read Gone like I just finished where Diana kisses Sam on the corner of his mouth, goes "Sorry Sam, the bad girl always ends up with the bad boy. ITs the way the world works especially this one.". I'm reading Hunger RIGHT NOW (second book inthe series). Why did it die? I really liked it We should start it up again
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
Yeah, I like the character I made here, I enjoyed the story, and everyone else seemed to, too (from my perspective, anyways).
I'd love to bring this back.
"I'm fearless in my heart They will always see that in my eyes I am the passion, I am the warfare I will never stop Always constant, Accurate, Intense" "The Audience is Listening", by Steve Vai
Ray you should start. Your character was Will right? Start it from Buds being gone or something. I realize the simalarities between Will and Caine now. Its cool. Maybe Jim and Will could be twins like Sam and Caine. Caine is such a weird name...but a cool one....
I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
We should start it up again
