LookOUT (Umi, Aiden and Daisuke)
"ano....I'm guessing they have cameras in the collars or something..so whisperings no good... and unless we wrote really tiny the camera's pick it up..." It seemed like there was no way out, but Dai refused ot admit that "there has to be someway, nothing is a foolproof system"
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"Too bad we didn't know each other before this... maybe if we were close we could have made a written language no one could read. You think... maybe someone from your school is here? Someone who knows Japanese?"
She racked her brain for some way they could fool the bastards.
She racked her brain for some way they could fool the bastards.
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Daisuke shrugged "I dunno...besides 90% of boys from my school would be playing the game...I come from Shisei High, official school for geniuses and weirdos..."
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Umi smacked the ground with her fist, hearing a bone slightly crack. The pain only lasted for a second, she figured nothing else would come of it. Frustration like this had to drive someone insane.
"The next announcement...people will know. What do we do? Everyone will think our group is a threat."
"The next announcement...people will know. What do we do? Everyone will think our group is a threat."
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"I'm sorry...I..maybe it'd be best if I seperated from the group...then i'm not a danger to you and Aiden" he didn't want to leave the others..but he knew that if he stayed wiht them they'd all be in danger
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"You might prove to be helpful," she said, not wanting him to go, "they might be too afraid to try to get us."
She touched his hand as a friendly gesture, "We're together at this until the end."
She touched his hand as a friendly gesture, "We're together at this until the end."
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Daisuke smiled gratefully..~together until the ned....sounds good~ he nodded his agreement "you're right, we're not gonna let these bastards break us up and play thier sick game, we'll figure our way out of this, even if I have to break every fucking camera on this island"
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Umi let out a laugh. "You might very well have to."
She stood, holding the MAC-10, and looked over the point. They could see everything here.
She stood, holding the MAC-10, and looked over the point. They could see everything here.
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He laughed too "nothin' like a bit of random property destruction now an' then" A certain part of Dai's pyche kept trying to remind he that he had jsut shot someone, and that most normal people in his position would be in a foetal position on the floor, he was trying to ignore the voice and push it to he back of his mind
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"Someone should keep watch now, this place is perfect to see anyone coming. We'll make sure to take shifts."
She held tight to her weapon.
She held tight to her weapon.
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"you're right...hmm if we yelled from hear, the whole island might be able to hear us..." Daisuke wasn't stupid enuogh to try anything, there were probably others like the one they'd met at the hosptial, and Minase, others who were playing..still it would be a good place to contact everyone from if they somehow managed to bring the system down ~heh, isn't this what you wanted all your life Die? A chance to take on the system?~
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"Then, perhaps we should keep our voices down," she said.
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Dai rolled his eyes..."maybe...or maybe we should scream real loud and tell everyone to smash all the cmeras...I know I know...stupid plan"
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Umi nodded, "Yeah, just a bit."
She looked around. No one seemed to be coming.
"I'll take first shift."
She looked around. No one seemed to be coming.
"I'll take first shift."
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Cold metal...
That was the very first thing on the mind of Andrew Lipson as he slowly regained consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, he realized that the cold metal in question happened to be that of his wheelchair. In its folded up form, it could be carried around if need be, and at this point, the organizers of this sick competition had probably surmised that a contestant who couldn't use his legs wouldn't be much fun to watch. Pulling himself off of the wheelchair, he flopped over onto his back, and looked around. As it stood, to use a bad pun, Andrew found himself in; for lack of a better word, a ditch.
In an attempt to pull himself into a sitting position, he felt his pack underneath his left hand.
How am I going to manage this...
While he would likely be able to get himself into his wheelchair if on flat ground, this ditch was another story. Getting himself, his pack, and his wheelchair out of it would be a whole entire effort altogether.
This sucks, he thought. He was still trying to piece together what had all went on. He remembered seeing Adam and the rest off on the trip - how he had wanted to go on it. Then he had gone home, watched a couple hours of TV...then passed out on the couch. He had woken up to a loud crash, and then...he winced as he remembered the blow to the back of his head. He removed his fitted baseball cap and touched the back of his head. It hurt. A lot.
For the first time, Andrew looked around. The ditch was fairly deep and getting out was going to prove to be quite the chore. Aside from that, he couldn't see anything else.
Sighing, he did the only thing he could possibly think of doing, unaware of his situation or the circumstances surrounding the island. He called for help.
"HEY? Anybody?"
That was the very first thing on the mind of Andrew Lipson as he slowly regained consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, he realized that the cold metal in question happened to be that of his wheelchair. In its folded up form, it could be carried around if need be, and at this point, the organizers of this sick competition had probably surmised that a contestant who couldn't use his legs wouldn't be much fun to watch. Pulling himself off of the wheelchair, he flopped over onto his back, and looked around. As it stood, to use a bad pun, Andrew found himself in; for lack of a better word, a ditch.
In an attempt to pull himself into a sitting position, he felt his pack underneath his left hand.
How am I going to manage this...
While he would likely be able to get himself into his wheelchair if on flat ground, this ditch was another story. Getting himself, his pack, and his wheelchair out of it would be a whole entire effort altogether.
This sucks, he thought. He was still trying to piece together what had all went on. He remembered seeing Adam and the rest off on the trip - how he had wanted to go on it. Then he had gone home, watched a couple hours of TV...then passed out on the couch. He had woken up to a loud crash, and then...he winced as he remembered the blow to the back of his head. He removed his fitted baseball cap and touched the back of his head. It hurt. A lot.
For the first time, Andrew looked around. The ditch was fairly deep and getting out was going to prove to be quite the chore. Aside from that, he couldn't see anything else.
Sighing, he did the only thing he could possibly think of doing, unaware of his situation or the circumstances surrounding the island. He called for help.
"HEY? Anybody?"