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[rileygreyrp:]
“Probably. They’re all lost causes, pretty much, but we need to help them through this.”
“Hopefully they’re not complete lost causes. We’ll get them through this, it’ll be alright. I’m sure we’ll talk again soon.”
[mchiavellians:]
“It’s not gonna help shit if nobody gets what I’m saying,” he mumbled. “Learn it when we get out of here, alright? I mean– if we do. Probably won’t. Whatever.”
“We will. We’ll get out of here. Things are going to be fine. I know... I know they don’t seem like it right now, but they will be.”
[rileymorganashe:]
“Sounds like a plan to me, at least sand is easier to shovel than dirt. Aside from the obvious answer of a killer among us, I don’t know, but I’m sure everyone wishes they did. Or not, I know you said you prefer not knowing, and I don’t care if we never find out, so maybe not everyone. People have all kinds of reasons for murder, there’s no real telling what this person’s was.”
“That’s a definite plus. But yes, it’s... it’s better, not knowing. Not knowing makes it more frightening, but knowing would just lead to worse, I think. Just. God, this is insane.”
[rileymorganashe:]
“I guess that would be what most would look for first, huh. Do you want to start digging or cleaning the blood? I have no preference so it’s up to you.”
“I guess... I guess the digging first. Get the body out of the way, then clean up will be easier. God, this is insane. Who does something like this?”
[rileymorganashe:]
“Considering it’s a clean stab wound to the heart, I would expect not. Are you asking for help with that or did you just want someone else to deal with it? Which I can, I’m just wondering if I should be ready to spend the next few hours dedicated to it or not.”
“I was um. I was more occupied seeing if there was a pulse than noticing it was a clean wound. Just ah. Just help. I can help with it, just not on my own.”
“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.”
[mchiavellians:]
“Thanks . . ” Adrien trailed off into silence, only finding his words after a few seconds had passed. “Doesn’t make a difference if you can’t understand me, right? J-Just– it’s whatever, yeah. Nobody here speaks it besides me, I think.”
“If it makes you feel better to speak in it, then it’s better I let you than not,” she offered simply, shrugging a shoulder. “I’d like to learn it one day. I love learning new languages. It’s just not as common as say French or Spanish around here.”
[landonatlaw:]
“Anything is possible. I didn’t think I’d be stranded on an island, but look at me now. Like I said, create your flock, if you can, but I won’t be joining. If anything, I can take care of myself. I don’t need a group of others to do it for me. In my opinion, you’re only making yourself a bigger target to shoot at.”
“Murder is an opportunistic act rarely completed with an audience, and with a group of us together, we could stop one from happening before it had a chance to. I swear, the more of you I talk to, the more selfish I realize your generation is.”
[willdavidsonrp:]
“Because you’re being dumb, that’s why! If you weren’t being dumb, I wouldn’t be angry, plain and simple.”
“Okay, that’s all I need now. I’m finished with this conversation until you calm yourself down.”
[rileygreyrp:]
“Ah, good. I’m glad I said it, then.”
“We, ah. We should probably check in with some of the younger ones, make sure they’re not freaking out too badly or anything.”
Death Becomes Thee
[rileymorganashe:]
“Would anyone try to help do you think? Or would they stay in their rooms in fear and let the sound of the fight fill the air until someone lived and someone died? Not that it matters to me if no one tried to intervene, I wouldn’t expect anyone to. At least if I die you’ll all be one person closer to finding out who’s behind this.” She let out a hollow laugh as she began to count out the piles of food. “If they’re going to be so quick to give up, it makes me wonder how they’ll fair in life at all, provided we get off the island alive.” She had no patience for those who were willing to lie down and take whatever came to them when things got tough. Although this was more of an extreme example as people were faced with the prospect of death, it still seemed pathetic to be so ready to give up without putting up any resistance at all. People like that didn’t tend to get too far in the world as far as she’d seen, and, as Tamara had said, were often the first to be picked off. That’s how it’d have been for her had she not been willing to adapt to her surroundings, she wouldn’t have been there on the island at all had she been nearly that meek.
“The odds of guessing right are too low when there are still so many of us left and no one really knows anyone. Plus, now with how things are, I don’t see it being too likely that anyone’s going to be in much of a sharing mood for the most part so everyone’s making conjectures at best if not pointing fingers blindly already.” As she took in Tamara’s words of letting everyone get their heads on straight, she let out a scoff. “I’m feeling doubtful that will happen, but I suppose we’ll see.” Riley looked up at the other woman, quirking an eyebrow, though a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. “Easy there, tiger, I’d be careful about going around saying that. But I do agree that this presents the perfect opportunity to keep at it until they are eventually caught or we’re all dead. I think this is only the beginning of what’s to come whatever that may be though probably include another death so now you know you’re at least not alone in those sentiments.”
The admission provided reasonable doubt that Tamara was innocent, but Riley brushed the thought off. Of course she could’ve been the murderer and she was feeding truths to someone who would use them against her, but it was as she said: Riley was unconcerned. “But if you’re worried about it, that doesn’t make me suspect you more or less. It is what it is like everything else. People are so afraid to voice the grimmer thoughts that drift through their heads out of fear of being suspected, which I can understand, but to hold back too much will also raise suspicion so if you’re going get killed, might as well go being honest.” She shrugged, it sounded like the better way to go than to die lying, but that was only a guess.
“Of course it seems too uncanny to be a coincidence. I’d be willing to make the bet it was thought out before put into action. We just happened to be the unlucky ones that unknowingly chose to draw tickets to our possible demise.” She could easily think up a number of people who would create this elaborate of a plan and execute it, but Riley chose to refrain from saying so knowing that would only mean revealing a dangerous amount about herself. She’d have liked to live long enough to see how many deaths there would be before her own if her turn in the death row came up before getting back to mainland. “So, who do you think is going to be in charge of distributing the food and keeping an eye on it so no one else either eats it themselves or throws it into the ocean to try and starve us?”
“I don’t know that anyone else would help, but I would certainly do so,” Tamara offered simply in return, shrugging a shoulder. “Two people fighting someone off is better than one, at least. There would be some opportunity to overcome them, some chance of survival, in that case.” Or perhaps that was just what Tamara wanted to think; there was so little chance in her mind that another murder was going to happen before someone came looking and they were rescued from the island, so little likelihood that something would happen without anyone else stepping in to help the next would-be victim survive, that she couldn’t help the optimism that came through her words. She, at least, intended to help keep as many people alive as possible.
Riley didn’t seem more suspicious of her for her callous statement about the opportunistic nature of the moment they were locked in, at least; the other girl insisted she wasn’t, as a matter of fact, as they properly doled out the food for those of them that remained, with Tamara setting what wouldn’t divvy up so easily into an extra pile on the side of the rest. It made her chuckle lightly, shaking her head both at herself and at the other girl’s apathy. For all she knew, she could be talking to the murderer right now, and yet, Riley wasn’t fussed about it, wasn’t taking every word as a warning of her forthcoming demise. It was almost honorable, really. Tamara could respect that in her, the lack of fear, the almost daring manner of relaxed conversation.
“Everyone’s going to find every little thing suspicious right now anyway,” she admitted in return to Riley’s suggestion that going out with honesty was better in the first place. “I wouldn’t be as frank as that normally, but you’re so calm about everything that I figured I was safe this time around. Perhaps that’s a naive notion, and I’ve just unnerved you even more than I already did, but that’s how I assessed it before I said what I did. You’re thinking in a similar mindset, it seems, so I trusted that I could say as much without you immediately freaking out and running off to tell everyone you figured out who the killer is. Not that I’m the killer, of course; just that the paranoia everyone else has running rampant right now would say I am if they heard what I just said to you.”
Everyone but Tamara seemed to find a good correlation between the murder and the stranding, really. Perhaps that was a sign that she was thinking too optimistically at this point, not giving enough credit to whoever had put this together. She just couldn’t think of anyone who would have the capacity to do it. Everyone that seemed intelligent enough to do so was also too pompous and proud for her to believe there was any way they could have done it without making some mistake, something that was too large to ignore. So she let that drop, focusing instead on the task of monitoring food. “One of us could handle that,” she suggested. “Though I don’t know how well any of the others will listen to either of us. So many of them are pompous and rude that it’s difficult to determine if we’ll be able to keep them under control.”
[parvatigaresh:]
“Intuition, theory, the minimal odds of this all being coincidence?”
“You give too much credit to one person, to think this is all related.”
[mchiavellians:]
“It’s . . русский. Russian,” he mumbled, continuing to follow her movements. “I’m not good with английский, English . . and sometimes I forget . . ”
“Russian. It’s pretty,” Tamara offered in return. He seemed like he was starting to calm down, at least, like his breathing was more level and he was more in his own head than he had been moments before. “I don’t understand it, but you can speak in it as much as you’d like. I don’t mind.”
[landonatlaw:]
“Do what you want, Mary, but I won’t be rounded up like a herd of sheep. Makes it easier for the Wolf to strike.”
“My name is Tamara. Not Mary. And I’m not rounding everyone up like sheep. Keeping together will keep people from thinking they can get away with something like this again, not create an easier opportunity to do so. Think about it -- do you really think someone would commit murder in front of a room full of other people?”
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[rileymorganashe:]
Glancing over at Tamara as she heard the woman’s laugh elicited an amused smirk from Riley as she began to empty out the other cabinets to gather up the food in them and set them down on a large table in the middle of the room. Though her comment hadn’t been one out of jest, she did see the humor to it and couldn’t stop from finding her companion’s reaction amusing. “I like to play with fire so to speak, so I’ll be taking my chances mostly to see what happens. But if someone did try to come after me, we’d probably wake up everyone else around us because while the odds are I can’t overpower anyone here physically, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t attempt to defend myself if someone tried to attack me.” She shrugged. Riley was already aware of her shortcomings because of her height and build, but she also knew how to use that to her advantage as well.
“Perhaps not, who knows, we’ll find out eventually maybe. If I die then we’ll have our answer and if I don’t then it’ll appear that someone else became more suspicious than I did. Who that would be though and how they’d achieve it I’m not sure, but nothing to do other than bide our time and try to survive.” It almost sounded as though she were trying to goad the killer into targeting her and to some degree maybe she was. It wasn’t as though she had a whole lot to lose, she didn’t have much of a future set up for herself and even if she did she doubted too many would want to hire her given her background and the kinds of parents she had.
“I’m not taking any bets on them figuring out who it is soon. I wouldn’t put my safety or trust for anything for that matter in the hands of others. I’ll leave them to squabble amongst themselves. Someone can always prove us wrong. Catch the next murderer and soon enough we might be trying to lock each other up so we’ll be back to square one. No matter what happens, this isn’t going to end well. Not that the current death being the only one if it were to be would make for a good conclusion either, but it’d be better than if it took picking more of us off before anyone had any idea of who it could be. That may also be my own darker take on all this though.” Though she didn’t think it was impossible for the others to figure it out, if it were to be a solved mystery by the end, she also didn’t suspect they’d be any closer to revealing the killer any time soon either. Everyone was under suspicion and no one had given her any reason to doubt their participation in the murder, but who it was wasn’t exactly at the top of her list of things to be remotely concerned about either.
“That, or the murderer may choose not to say either,” she pointed out after she’d taken in Tamara’s words and began to divide up the food in front of them into neat piles so that each would have one of each item of food until they ran out. “Of course it’s unnerving. I don’t think anyone here would willingly volunteer to go to an island if they knew it was going to turn into a game of real life Clue.” Well, she might have, but Riley decided against adding that in. She’d be curious to see who would die, who would survive, and who the killer was if she got to live that long. However saying that might’ve renewed any suspicion she may have shaken off from Tamara too so instead she kept her mouth shut.
“You’re rather optimistic about all of this turning out as well as it possibly can,” Riley noted. “That or I think too much into everything,” she continued with a small laugh. “Which is entirely possible since I know I do a lot of that in general. I have no problems thinking myself into circles or over analyzing a situation. It could very well be that I’m the only one who thought to be more inclined to think this was premeditated to some degree than an accident, but there could also be external factors influencing that opinion so I could also be entirely wrong. If there’s another murder then I’ll most likely eliminate the possibility of it being an accident and if there isn’t another then it can still potentially stand that it was. I think too much about things.”
“Fighting back is your best bet anyway,” Tamara admitted in return to Riley’s assessment of her own shortcomings. Of course her size might work against her; she was a small girl, and thinner than someone who could easily fight off an assailant would be in her opinion, but she did have a fight in her, and Tamara had no doubt she would likely survive if someone tried to kill her any time soon. And if that weren’t the case, she would certainly do her best to ensure no one else got killed, as her struggle would alert the rest to her being hurt. “Fighting back would at least buy us time to find out who went after you. And to run in to help if the moment should come. It’s the people that would just give up and not bother struggling that they’ll go after first, I’m sure.”
Tamara did find it interesting, though, when Riley continued, that she was seemingly so unaffected by the prospect of her own death. Was it genuine apathy, or was it just an act put on to try and make herself seem more calm than she actually was now? Tamara couldn’t be certain, but she got the distinct feeling that the lack of emotion the other girl felt toward their present situation was legitimate. It gave her pause, though. Her words felt almost like goading, like temptation being presented before the killer to take out someone who would struggle, but who certainly wouldn’t mind dying. Perhaps that was the reason behind the crime, after all; perhaps the person that had been killed already was just someone who had no further will to live and asked for assistance, or didn’t fight back. Tamara couldn’t be certain, but it did give her a bit of worry for the girl in front of her.
Setting portions of food in with the sections Riley was creating, though, she snorted softly at the suggestion that the others weren’t going to figure things out any time soon, that the more grim likelihood was the one that she predicted. “I hate to agree to that, but I think you might have a point,” she admitted after a moment, shaking her head at herself. “As long as people are this panicked, I don’t think they’ll get their heads on straight. Right now, we need to look at things from a logical perspective to work out who it is, and we just... don’t have the capacity to do that as a whole at the moment. Maybe when they’ve had a night’s sleep, a day to worry themselves out and start to come back to reality, maybe then we’ll be able to get things together and work it out. But I’m afraid to admit that I don’t think this is going to be the only death. I wouldn’t stop here if I were whoever did this, not with all the panic going on. It’s a perfect cover.”
Perhaps that was throwing more suspicion back onto Tamara again, though she certainly hadn’t meant to do so, but she couldn’t help the honesty of her statement. There was no doubt that murderers were, in many cases, opportunistic people, taking advantage of a perfect moment to take their victims. Now, with everyone working themselves up and no one taking care to guard themselves, was the perfect time for a murder to happen, the easiest time to take advantage of. No one would know what to do if another murder happened, after all, and the longer they panicked, the more opportunity the murderer found themselves with. Though she wanted to believe they were going to get off the island before that was a problem, she couldn’t help the theory that this was the perfect breeding ground for a killer.
“You’re definitely not the only one who thinks this was at least somewhat premeditated, though,” Tamara offered after a moment of quiet, keeping her eyes down on the cans she was divvying up. “Most of the younger students think all of this is linked. The missing ferry, the lack of cell service, the lack of internet, and now the murder... it all seems like too much to be a coincidence, right?” she questioned then, looking up for only a moment before focusing on her hands again. “That’s what a few of the others have said, at least. I don’t know if I believe anyone could be intelligent enough to pull all of this off on their own -- at least, no one among us still here. That may be just my thought on the effort required to put this together, but... It’s hard for me to believe any of this was premeditated.”
[willdavidsonrp:]
“It ain’t my job to act affected! It’s not my problem, so let it be. Damn. You’re not acting much better, so who’s the weird one now?”
“Now, why are you getting angry? I’m not acting weird, I’m just making sure everyone is okay.”
[mchiavellians:]
“Hands,” he repeated uselessly, slipping into Russian a moment later. “Я не знаю, что Вы хотите от меня; я не понимаю. Они просто руки! Руки, hands, я не понимаю. Пожалуйста– Пожалуйста.” Despite his apparent language failure, he still followed her instructions, though his fingers trembled all the while. Calming down was not something he was good at.
“Good, you’re doing good. Just keep focusing on your hands and follow them with your breathing,” she instructed softly. She didn’t understand a word of the other language he slipped into, but assumed it was him not understanding why she was guiding him to breathe the way she was. When he’d taken a few more slower breaths, she spoke up again, continuing to move her hands along with his. “What language were you speaking just now?”