#mysteriumstart

[parvatigaresh-blog]

“Two people, and we know who that girl was. We know... we know. ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ಸತ್ತ. ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಏಕೆ ಘಟಿಸಿತು?”

[tamarapalsey-blog]

“There’s… There’s no pulse anymore. She’s already going cold. We have to… We have to get the body outside, bury it next to the other boy. Clean up the blood.”

[pablooortiz-blog]

bait | open

It had been a hard week, one of the hardest in Pablo’s life, but he wasn’t the only one who still freaked out from time to time, which was good. It was like when he got into the correctional institution; he didn’t do much but follow orders, and that was good. If he kept himself busy, he wouldn’t think about how he might never see his mom again, or how the last thing he told his father was that he wasn’t enough. The good thing was, that the camp was a mess and he could find something to do at all times. The bad thing was that today’s main goal was finding food, and that meant fishing.

He had fun making the nets, he had fun cooking the fish and he had fun cleaning up afterwards (well, fun was exaggerating. Truth is that he found it entertaining enough to focus on it.) But his companion today was awfully quiet (not that he blamed them- the night before had been horrifying), and he didn’t really want to deal with himself. They stood there, with the net prepared to catch and the sun rising above them, for several hours. The lack of noise seemed to match their lack of noise, because just as Pablo was going to start a conversation, they caught their first fish. It was very small, but it was beautiful. “I almost feel bad for eating you, y’know?” He cooed to the fight as he placed it on the huge metallic bucket they were supposed to fill. Now that the silence was broken, he hoped his companion had better conversational skills than they let on, because it seemed the fish was louder than them. 

[parvatigaresh-blog]

Blessings;;

As little as Parvati could bring herself to care about the boy in question, the one that had evidently been killed, she couldn’t help but care whether they said a proper blessing for his funeral. Or, well; as close to a funeral as he was going to get with them stuck on an Island, with no one who remembered his name even. She knew that there were others who had said words over him as well, but she herself hadn’t done so before they’d buried him in the sand, much though she’d meant to. She’d been... otherwise occupied.

Stepping away from the gathered group, she crouched beside the burial site with a small handful of flowers, setting them on top of the grave. Quickly, she pulled out the little book of matches she’d brought with her and lit them on fire, stepping back to watch them burn as she started muttering the prayers quietly enough that they wouldn’t be heard by the rest of the gathered students. It wasn’t a proper service in the least; things were out of order, and he had been buried rather than burned, but it was something, nonetheless.

It was the best she could do to ensure he passed on properly.

She didn’t look up when someone came to her side, continuing forward until she found a break in the blessings she was reciting. “I only have one more left,” she offered lightly, keeping her eyes down on the flowers. “If you don’t mind my continuing, that is.” Of course, she was going to whether she was given permission or not; she couldn’t just leave the body without the best blessing she could give them. But she had to act as though she were concerned nonetheless, to ensure she didn’t raise hairs with the remainder of her peers. There were too many of them still and tensions were too high. “It’ll just take another minute or so.”

[parvatigaresh-blog]

“Did... anyone know his name? We should say something over the body, at least. Ensure he passes on properly.”

[tamarapalsey-blog]

“Okay. So from now on, no one goes off on their own. We stick together, we keep people in view, this way we’ll be able to keep track of who’s doing what. No one else will die if we can keep everyone together.”

[tamarapalsey-blog]

Death Becomes Thee

There weren’t many people that weren’t panicking now that a body had been found. Of course, that was to be anticipated in a time of crisis. Young people were especially prone to panic when confronted with something unfamiliar, and with the vast majority of their group appearing to be under the age of twenty-one, Tamara knew well that their panic wasn’t even as bad as it could have been. Things could have gone much, much worse, especially when she and Riley had gotten another couple students together and moved the body out of the house and, instead, onto the beach.

Still, the amount of panic was too much for her to take on, at least alone. If she’d had another couple people to filter around and calm down the various students that were in ranging states of panic, she could have gotten everything back under control again. As it stood, of those few that weren’t in a panic, only a couple were trying to bring anything together, and both were in an effort to become the leader of the group without having to deal with one another. Or perhaps that was just an act; perhaps they were in cahoots already, intending to take over and become leaders without anyone challenging them as they appeared to compete with one another.

Then again, perhaps Tamara was overthinking things.

Letting out a sigh, she broke free of the main group, making her way over toward one of the younger students that was on their own. This, at least, was something she could do. She could talk to everyone, work to find out what on earth was happening here. She could determine how to handle the next step they should take. Stepping up until the person heard her, she offered an apologetic smile and spoke up so she was audible. “Are you alright? I mean, we’re not alright, clearly, but... Are you feeling okay? Can I do anything for you?” She paused a beat, and then added, “This is all frightening, but talking can help sometimes to calm you down.”

[mchiavellians-blog]

“Why aren’t you LISTENING?”

“Someone is DEAD. We need to figure out who did this-- or, even better, get off this GODDAMN ISLAND.”