The Most Dangerous Game [Sex Allowed]

[Chat Noir]

A mansion rests out in the middle of the ocean on a small island. Heavily forested with white sandy beaches and its fair share of cliffs, it is a beautiful and deadly place to be. The greatest danger on the island is not the limited wildlife which consists of small game or even the poisonous insects and plants that inhabit it. It is the man who dwells in his wonderfully kept and protected mansion and the rocks that rest around the island as well as the alluring lighthouse that marks safe passage where there is none.

It is here that many shipwreck survivors end up swimming to, hoping to find salvation on the island. It is there that they find themselves in the most frightening fight for their lives.

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Name: Kendra Johnson
Age: 23
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown

Kendra was on a yachting trip with a group of 10 or so other friends, they had wandered out into international waters where they had spied an island in the fading sunlight. Following the lighthouse in they ran aground on some rocks where she found herself swimming for her life to reach the shore. She had worried about nothing else but making it out alive. Gasping for breath in the sand she looked out in the now dark water to see if she could see anyone else. When she couldn't tell if anyone else had made it she began the long walk up to the brightly lit mansion that she could now see at the top of a hill, surrounded on three sides by cliffs.

Wet and sandy she arrived at the fenced gate and saw that there was a bell to ring. When she did so a man shuffled out from inside, he was old and decrepit looking. He was hunched and far shorter than her for doing so. "Ah, we've been expecting you. That was a nasty wreck we witnessed through our window. They happen all the time here...." He made a face that Kendra couldn't place and continued, "Come in and clean up, we've already sent out a man to see what he can do about the rest of the passengers on the boat."

After she had been shown to a private room and her clothes cleaned, she found herself sitting in shock, comfy furniture everywhere as well as some faces she recognised and some she didn't. It was apparent that they were all survivors of other boats that had met their doom on the rocks off the island. The old man from earlier addressed them, "The reason you have been brought here will become apparent shortly. Until then, make yourselves comfortable and enjoy your hot meals as if it were your last." He unveiled a buffet table with all kinds of delicacies, but of course Kendra wanted nothing to do with this place. It was apparent that something was off about it, and many of the others appeared to share her sentiment. The old man had disappeared so as to avoid any questions.

She simply sat dumbly, awaiting news of what was going on.

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All characters must have been shipwrecked in the last two weeks. Your character can be from the same boat as Kendra or from a different one. They have not seen anyone but the creepy old man, who is the butler. The owner of the mansion has kept himself away from his tenants and no questions have been answered. They are clean and fed with minimal contact with one another until now except for couples. Keep in mind that since they were shipwrecked they should only have on them the items they had with them when they were last on the boat.

[Redemptor]

One man was straying away from group.He was just standing under nearest wall,supporting his back at it,and watching others,with arms resting crossed at chest.
He was dressed in long black coat,white t-shirt underneath,black jeans and tracker boots of matching color.
From look at him,one could easily get the image of those young "free spirits",roaming the world and pursuing own destiny,be it wealth or happiness,or just for plain feeling of freedom.

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Name: Tom Endfield
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 176 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Grey

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Tom shared same fate like many others that gathered here.
Although he crashed by traveling last private liner,small sized one.
There he was,finally moving to destined place,where he could settle down for good.....bad luck just had to interrupt,and toss him on this cursed island,God only knows where.On top of that,this place had extremely odd aura...counting in that weird butler.
Thinking about all of this,was filling him with grief.

"Last meal,eh?...tsk!"

He hissed to himself,and kept watching at others,as well as for butler,that supposed to come back soon with some answers regarding this place.

[Chat Noir]

A man with dark hair and thin red lips entered the room. He was smiling as he introduced himself as nothing more than "the General." His demeanor was charming and he had an air of aristocracy around him. He carried a war sabre at his side.

"In these highly civilised times the sport of hunting, some would say, is outdated and crude. I, being a civilised man, tend to disagree." The General paced at the front of the room, addressing all its occupants. "For you see, I believe that it simply needs to change to fit the times. There's simply nothing challenging or civilised about pointing a gun at a dumb animal and having it go down. Even a bull rhinoceras is no match for a man with a gun." He motioned to animal heads that adorned his walls, mostly African big game as well as large bears and other dangerous species.

"Now, since I am such a civilised man, I would like to invite you all on a hunt with me. I would like to introduce you to the next level of hunting - you are the game. You will each be given a knife as you leave the room. You will be given three days head start, after which I will begin to hunt you down and see what challenge you as human beings pose to me."

A man had been sitting at the front of the room, dumbstruck, before attempting to rush the General. In one fluid motion the General had his sabre at the man's throat and simply said, "Don't go ruining the hunt by taking yourself out of it early." He turned to the rest of the room, "Any questions?"

[Drager]

Name: Trey Azamaru
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown, reaches half way down his back when down put is usually worn in a ponytail.
Eyes: vivid green

The ship wreck killed all of the members of the Azamaru family except Trey who floated for two weeks before landing on the island. Trey was able to keep hold of his backpack throughout the ordeal.
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Trey had been sitting in the back, wearing worn blue jeans, a gray jacket, and a t-shirt. He stands and looks at the man.
"Sounds interesting but I have a few questions. One, what are you limited to, seeing how we will only have knives? Two, Do we have to kill you to win or just survive for a certain time limit? Three, What do I win? And I want actual answers not sarcastic crap." Trey asks with complete calmness since he has dealt with a few people with similar personalities.

[Redemptor]

When general was speaking,he was listening to him with nearly opened mouth.
Not believing what his ears just heard.

*He is joking,right?..He's just joking...*

He kept repeating in mind.
Then his eyes went on younger man that was asking questions to "General".

*No..this must be just some twisted dream...This place is full of sick maniacs,who would normally react so carelessly on offer of having own ass hanged on the wall as trophy??*

The more he heard,the less he could believe in.

[Chat Noir]

"Ah yes. The sport is only over if someone wins. If you manage to kill me, all survivors will inherit my estate. Let me assure you, this is simply my vacation home, I have assets worth much more than you can even see here, and Zaroff here will see to it that you receive it. As for me... well of course I have a gun. But you'll have everything on this island at your disposal." He smiled languidly, as if he knew the eventual outcome. "And I must assure you, I am most certainly serious."

Kendra stared at him, awestruck. All she could think about was how on earth she could wake up from what she knew wasn't a nightmare, but real. Everything in her brain seemed to shut down as she stared at him, standing there calmly as if he murdered people on this island all the time.

[Drager]

Trey doesn't seem shocked whatsoever.
"So when you die all survivors at that time inherit your estate or just those who make it to Zaroff after your death? And what do I need to bring to Zaroff to prove your death,"
Three days head start... island is not huge but with so many other potential targets I should get a couple extra days with no contact

[Chat Noir]

"I'm sure one could find suitable proof of my demise. The details of which will be worked out once the hunt is over, no need to concern yourself with the minor details until it comes to that. Zaroff has his instructions and is well versed in case of my death, as well he's you're only link to your reward and as such it would be best to leave him alive." The General's grin seemed sinister in the fading light of day through the windows.

[Redemptor]

He just keep on watching,confused within own head.

*Madness...Madness!This ain't happening for real......*

He would like to shout out few things to "General",but managed to restrain himself from pure act of panic.

[Drager]

Trey calmly walks up to "the General" and holds his hand out to him.
"Let's have some fun and an honorable hunt,"

[Chat Noir]

"Get some sleep tonight, tomorrow is day one where you will be armed and allowed to leave the mansion. If anyone tries to run before then you will killed on site. Dobroi nochi." The General gave a slight bow and left the room.

Kendra was dumbstruck but as soon as he left the spell that held her staring at him was broken. Putting a hand to her face she realised that a few tears had made their way down her cheekbones. Her mouth gasped for words like a fish does for air and settled on saying nothing.

Zaroff, the old butler entered the room again, "Please, make your way to your rooms now, you have a busy day ahead of you."

Kendra sat stock still as the others began to disperse. Shock was setting in, and she was beginning to look pale. Dizziness began to cloud her brain and moments later she was unconscious on the floor.

[Redemptor]

Noise of body falling on the floor pulled him out from the state of mind freeze.
He looked at the person,then at the butler,waiting for anything to happen.
His reactions still were numb and he hesitated to go and help.All of the emotions certainly had bad influence over him.

[Drager]

"Only one person fainted, I excepted at least two,"
Trey walks over to Kendra.
"Zaroff, what room is this women's,"
That "General" is more arrogant then he looks.

[Chat Noir]

"It's in the same wing as the rest of them, second hallway third room on the left, I believe." Zaroff had a faint grin about his face, "Would you like me to escort you?"

[Drager]

"If you would be so kind,"
Trey picks Kendra's unconscious body up.

[Chat Noir]

Zaroff led them through a maze of hallways, high ceilings and large curtained windows made up most of the outer walls of the house. Reaching a door, Zaroff grabbed his keys and unlocked the door to what was Kendra's room. A clean pair of clothes was neatly folded on a fresh set of sheets - almost like a hotel. There was a bed, Television, bathroom and other basic amenities. "Here sir, what you do with her from this point on is not for me to know or care about. Though the General does prefer that you keep the other game in good condition for the hunt."

[Redemptor]

He was last one leaving the gathering room.Slowly,he headed to his four corners.Still thinking about whole thing that happened,trying to regain some racial approach to it.

*Was that for real?..Sounds like some freaky sick dream...yet...*

[waleed30000]

nice the for this

[Drager]

Trey places Kendra on the bed and casually moves the clothes on to the small table. Trey looks at the women on the bed.
"Would it be better just to put you out of your misery now,"
He walks to the other side of the room and looks out the window. Trey pulls a small knife from around his forearm. A pair of blind eyes carved in the handle of the knife.
"This knife has never seen blood and I hoped it never would,"
Trey walks back over to Kendra and just looks at her again. Captivated by her appearance he just stands there.
"No one deserves to be thrown into a situation like this, killing you right now would be best, but I just can't,"
The knife hits the ground as Trey falls to his knees next to the bed.

[Chat Noir]

Kendra looked peaceful in her sleep, as if the nightmare happening around her wasn't happening at all. However, her dreams were vague but frightening. Slowly she shifted into consciousness and her expression changed to one of worry and anxiousness. With a flutter of her eyelids, Kendra found herself staring, wide-eyed, at a man with brown hair in a ponytail next to her bed. Bewildered, she spoke in a panicked but quiet voice, "Who are you? How did I get here? What are you doing here?"

And then she spotted the knife. Her voice reached the level of a high-pitched whisper, "What are you doing with that knife?"

Meanwhile, Zaroff was headed down the hallway, and walked past Tom on the way back to his room. He noticed Tom seemed to be trying to grasp his situation and felt the need to offer some helpful advice. The old man looked up at him and said simply, "Boy, if you don't relax and sleep tonight it will be the most hurtful thing to yourself out of everything. Start planning when you've had time to relax." He smiled his creepy little smile and returned to heading down the hallway.

[Redemptor]

He turned his head,watching after butler.
His expression was both surprised at those words,and kind of hatred,for such non-emotional approach to this sick scenario that events followed.
He returned to follow his way to the room,but somehow,couldn't get that "Advice" from his head.

*Maybe..maybe I really should start to take that seriously...although it's ridiculous,Im really here,and this is happening...*

He stops,looking at floor of empty corridor,drowned in deep thoughts.
Whatever he was thinking about this,he was always respecting wisdom of elders.
And no matter how he could look at that butler..it was an elder,compared to him.Even if he was twisted..he had to have some experience.

*To plan earlier,huh?*

He headed out to own room again,this night will be half sleepless anyway.

[Drager]

Unwilling to look up Trey answers Kendra.
"I carried you to your room after you fainted....I was going to end this nightmare for you, but you remind me of someone I haven't seen for years and I just couldn't bring myself to kill you,"
It's to late now. Why it would have been so easy. My father was right I'm unable to live up to the family name.

[Chat Noir]

"What?" Kendra was horrified. She instantly pulled her legs up to her chest and scurried across to the far end of the bed. "I'm not gonna die without giving a fighting chance. You don't have any more right to decide that than the General does!" Eyes wild, Kendra stared at him as if he had just turned into some horrible monster.

"Get out of my room!" She was practically screaming, heart racing frantically.

((Sorry I've been away, I threw out my back and have been spending my time away from the computer because it hurts like hell to use a laptop with a crapass back))

[Drager]

((Hopefully your back feels better))

"You're right no one has the right to take another persons life," Trey says as he grabs the knife from the ground. "but people kill one another constantly." Trey places the knife back where it originally was.

As he walks to the door Trey is glad he didn't kill Kendra. Glancing back Trey says," Just survival, I'll be the only one to soil their hands." Trey closes the door behind him and looks around to see if anyone was coming.
A cursed name will die with me, I'll do whatever I can until then.

[Chat Noir]

Kendra instantly left to deadbolt the door but it was of little comfort as it could be opened with a key from the outside - as well, she could be be locked in like she had when she was not allowed out of her room. Eventually she drifted into a troubled sleep only to find that three hours later she was getting her wakeup call. 6 a.m. via the fire alarm system. She ended up bolt upright in her bed before slamming the supplied clothes on. It turned out the women had been given the equivalent of a sports skirt made of khaki material as well as a matching shirt. Her shirt had a conspicuous patch on it mid-chest, as if it had been mended. Moments later another generic butler, younger than Zaroff but by no means young, attended her at the door and led her to the front doors where she could see the men had been given similar outfits. Of course they had the luck of at least having shorts. Some of them had opted to not wear their supplied clothing as well.

One thing in common was that there was a servant attending each and every person. A young woman attempted to make a break for it and the man attending her had a gun drawn within seconds and shot her in the leg. "I'm sorry, but you can't make a run for it. It's not good sport." He turned to everyone else and repeat this as an announcement over the sound of the woman's inevitable sobs, "Anyone who attempts to run will be severely compromised for the hunt."

Kendra simply went into deer-in-headlights mode as everyone was lined up, women at the front and men behind. Zaroff could be seen at the door, where he began to hand a knife to each person as they went out the door. They were each getting a fair sized hunting knife as far as she could tell. Her turn to collect her knife was nearly up, and she could see that as each woman let outside ran as if she already had the hounds on her heels. The lady who had been shot even made a hobbling run as blood streamed down her calf.

Jesus... I don't know if I can handle this.

[Redemptor]

Tom was standing in mans line,waiting for own turn.
He was pale like a dead,and speechless like usual.Still a bit uneasy,even though he was wondering about this much,and trying to calm down over the half of night,until he was tired to level when he "flied away".
He also seemed to deny wearing sport outfits,staying at own coat,shirt,jeans and shoes.

*Uhh...here it is...my lifes yet most cruel and ridiculous test...must focus...
It's like a game...It's like a game,but game over sequence is permanent...can't loose.*

No matter how weird approach it could be,it was working to put him at some ease..
The view of bleeding woman was hard to bear while trying to stay focused.

*A VERY realistic game......*

To take his mind off from grim thoughts,he looked at others who switched clothes.

*Hmm..look at them,now they all look like shining tags with "Here Im!Kill me!" written all over...*

This lead him to checking own clothes again,tightening belt,making sure that shoes are tied up firmly..he checked inner pockets of own coat,finding only pair of gloves,made of soft black leather.

*Hands best friend in winter...or to look distinguished like those gentlemen...phsss*

He shaked his head,took a deep breath,and returned to waiting for things to come.

[Zyonlostwanderer]

Name: Kaiius "Kai" Jansey
Age: 24
Male
Ethnicity: Greco-american
Alias': Marcus Avery(UK), and Zane Donovan(US)
Kai was prime suspect in the murder of his and three other families last summer, as he was the only body not found. By the time his mind had caught up with him, he was already shuffling his way into a life boat cover being loaded onto an outbound ship in the Chesapeak. Since then he's both served as crew on frieghters, and stowed away on other vessels. He often wondered, was he running from the police? Or his memories of when he'd lost everything. It didn't seem to matter, as long as he'd run, there was always someone to chase him, the same was true of two nights ago, when the Queen Mary's crew had found him onboard... as so often before, he reacted, lunging past shocked guests as instinct kicked in. He knew once they caught him, it'd be over, he'd run too long for any testimony to clear him, he'd go from their cell to prison. As he reached the portside of the ship, slight dim lights in the distance said all he felt he needed to know, there was an island there... a place he could hide. With that thought he clenched the guardrail tight as he readied himself and vaulted off, hoping he'd cleared the boat's wake. He swam through the dark for what seemed like an eternity, before his weak and now trembling hand grasped soft white sand... under the moonlight he could see the soft beach he now crawled onto before collapsing, having fought the waves for over two hours, his conciousness slipped as a pair of well-polished black boots came into view. "Another one... good... this one has fight..." he heard a voice say as the darkness overtook him.

============fade to when all begin dispersing============

~A joke? Does it matter?~ Kai thought to himself, continuing to drink his water, sitting in a Victorian wingback chair as he stared into the water, his green eyes seemingly unflenching, cold... "just one... only one person has to die for this to end. Doubt others see it, though..." he stood, deciding a good shave could wait a few days, but a bath couldn't. Kai had learned his lesson long ago about holding others to their word. There could be dogs, and as long as just water and scrubbing were used, his scent would be faint. As he walked down the hallways he passed a room where a woman was screaming. "Save your breath... keep calm. And... you just might see the end of this." was all he said, it was a half-hearted attempt to calm her down. But any potential ally, would be handly if the hunt is true. With that and a long sigh, he closed his eyes and moved away from the door, headed to an unoccupied room, claiming it as his own, he wasted no time cleaning himself. ~If this IS my last shower... might as well savour it...~ with that thought he turned up the hot water breathing the steam into his lungs.

[Zyonlostwanderer]

The morning came, and Kai took his place in the men's line ~not as many as I'd like to see here... guess some tried running last night.~ he thought to himself as he took calm deep breaths, watching the other "players" closely. His eyes scanning those around him, for those that he might approach to group up against the hunter in days to come.

Gazing then at the knife he'd been handed, he'd seen better, but... at least it wasn't a toy... the blade was sharp enough.

[Chat Noir]

Kendra's turn came and she grabbed her knife and walked carefully outside, taking in her surroundings like a frightened deer just about to bolt. Heart slamming into her ribcage, she settled on heading due South, to the other end of the island. Trudging through the dense foliage, she found herself hacking at the underbrush with her knife. After a while she became tired and stopped to rest in a small clearing.

The last of the men had been sent off when the General's voice could be heard echoing from a system of intercoms littering the island - Kendra was sitting right underneath one. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm going to let you know now that there are traps all across the island, of what variety is to be kept secret in the name of the hunt. None of them are fatal, but you should do your best to avoid them. I wouldn't want the hunt to end prematurely for any of you who are intelligent enough to avoid a simple trap."

[Zyonlostwanderer]

Kai walked off, grasping his surroundings, and what he'd been given. A knife, "supplied" cloths. Little of it could be trusted, he knew this in his heart. Moving around the atlantic and parts of the pacific posing as an illegal, he'd seen how false and cruel people could be, as well as how descent people are treated. Once out of view of the main house, he removed the shirt given. ~This will be utility now.~ he thought, tugging hard on the sleeves to test it's quality and durability. "I'll need food, and a better vantage point if I plan to see the other side of this." he said to himself, as he sunk beneath the dense ground cover heading away from the mansion. He paused as he thought he could hear someone breathing. ~someone's already this far out?~ He started as the "general's" voice boomed all about. ~Damn... one of his cronies, maybe?~ he thought, as he approached more slowly, knife at the ready, as he stalked the sound of breathing, trying not to disturb the cover.

He neared a foot, ~Doesn't look like one of his...~ he decided now was as good a time as any to begin seeing what potential there was for a joint effort. Reaching out to the ground near the foot, he positioned himself at the girls side, before rising from the dense ground-cover, wresting her from behind. "Don't panick. Don't scream. Just listen." He slowed his breath as he let his muscles relax, his voice more calm, almost a whisper, "If any of us want to survive, we'll need eachother. I suggest we use these three days to learn this island and our skills, agreed? Just nod if you agree..." he waited for her response before letting her go.

[Redemptor]

((quite speeding up,are we?))

As usual,Tom was one of last to leave.He wasn't in rush,didn't moved too far away from mansion,when he heard the "General" speaking.

*Big hunter....yea right,he's making this harder and harder for us,and opposite for him..first gun versus knife rule,then those clown-like clothes,and now traps...*

He took a look at his knife,and hid it in inner pocket of his coat,even though he tried to stay calm,he just couldn't put adrenaline rush at ease.Sign of that was left hand shaking.

*Need to focus...calm down...it's a game,like one of those freaky shows nowadays..except it's brutal...*

One deep breath...Tom moved few steps forward,he was close to cliff at which mansion was resting,and looked around on islands terrain .
(Chat,mind giving more or less description of it,from point where Tom is standing?)

*Plan slowly,false and rush moves may mean the end of the game....lets see...*

While watching,he kept remembering some of films like Predator and such,funny thing,this scenario seemed like variation of those for him.

[Drager]

When the General's voice boomed, Trey was standing forty feet from the mansions front door. He opted to wear, at least for now, his martial arts gear. The gear gave him the appearance of a samurai. The small sword on his waist added to his appearance.
"Wonder what else he's going to announce he is using. Thought I'd get to see whats stronger the swordsman or the gunman, but it looks like the gunman doesn't play fair,"
Trey throws the knife given to him into the front door, enough of the blade gets stuck in the door to keep it there.
"Time to alter his own traps into a different type of trap to make him vulnerable to them as well,"
Trey walks off into the island's wilderness to do a little mental and physical mapping.

[Chat Noir]

Kendra started, but calmed instantly - though her heart was still beating wildly. Listening to what Kai had to say, she nodded slowly and waited for him to release his grip. The sun was beating down on them and it was humid and warm outside, a sign that it would get quite hot later in the day when the sun would be highest in the sky.

[Zyonlostwanderer]

Kai let out a sigh as his grip loosened, looking around their surroundings, "I doubt he'll hunt alone... I won't lie. It's a long shot even if we do attack as a group." For the first time since he awoke he let the worry show, it had been over a year since he'd honestly worked alongside anyone, let alone the opposite sex. He'd avoided people. Part of him still wished to, though with the grim prospects ahead it was easy to shut out the voices and worries of how the survivors would talk about a man wanted for a mass homicide in Maryland. Crashing backward into the tree as he let his body relax, "I suppose the first things we should do is search ourselves for anything that'd make tracking us easy, this IS a human on human hunt... we're cheaters, no reason to hide that fact now. NExt would be food, are we the only large animals on this island... and gathering as many of us to work as a whole as possible." Sliding down the trunk as he now sat at its base, his head barely clearing the growth on the jungle floor, "Be nice if we could get some answers out of one of those 'butlers' of his. This won't be easy... and I'd bet we should be careful of the others too... I'm sure some of the more gullible ones think his offer is serious." ~My life's been a nightmare for over a year now... what's three more days of it?~ He finally took time to look up at Kendra, as his eyes began to wander he turned away for a moment, ~FOCUS DAMNIT! Start thinking like that and we're BOTH dead... so what if it's been over a year.~ He looked back starting from her feet and working up as he kept thinking to himself ~focus, need to focus...~ his eyes stopped at her chest, his stare seemed conflicted yet focused. "Care to take that off?" He said calmly without so much as a smile. ~That patch... coincidence or not, not taking any chances, I'll wrestle it off her if I have to.~ he thought as he kept staring at it.

[Cat]

Cassidy tripped and fell flat on her belly, arms outstretched. It had been at least the third time she'd stumbled over a root, a rock or some low mount of dirt since she had hastily departed from the mansion. The run she had broken into had not done her much good so far; the white shirt she had been given was already soaked and stained with mud and she felt half her hair and neck must've already been covered in foliage. Just as well, Schwarzenegger did that in the movies, didnt he?, she thought dryly in a recollection of the countless Hollywood movies she'd seen. God, that seemed so far away now, and yet it felt as if she was in the middle of one of those movies - what was this creepy "General" figure after, another version of "Running Man"?

She was about to scramble to her feet when the General's voice boomed out all over the island. Her left hand slid away and she dropped back on the ground, trying not to scream out. Surely the General was not yet out to hunt, but that guy in the mansion who had asked about if only the ones making it back to the butler would get the price had freaked her out. Better not make anyone know she was there.

She had lost her knife again when falling, and spotted it, a feet away from her outstretched hand. As she stretched to reach for it, her wrist brushed something made of metal. "... let you know that there are traps all across the island...", the General's voice boomed, and Cassidy froze. The tiny metal bolt that she could now see stuck in the ground had not moved when she had touched it, and she was not yet dead... Slowly, she drew her hand back and looked at the "trap": Apart from the bolt stuck in the ground, she could not see anything out of the ordinary all around her - and how would she, she thought, tears welling up in her eyes, she was not a goddamn wildlife hunter, movie superhero or soldier; she had been along with the others for a fun boating trip, and had always looked for the others in the group for direction. The thought of the group came back as a shock; she had seen Kendra and Miles the previous evening, and some of the others, but when she had had a night filled of nightmares and frightening forethoughts, and had been given that crude lump of steel to kill someone with in the morning, panic had taken the better of her, and she had fled.

Alright then, she thought, sobering. If this is a god damn movie, what does the audience expect of me? I'm not gonna be the busty babe who sticks her head in a dark room shouting "Hello-o?", only to have it hacked off by a psycho, only after having your shirt torn, to satiate the male viewers....

She slowly got up and retrieved the knife, after - unsure of what to look for - had checked it wouldnt jump up to bite her and that no giant tree trunks would come crushing her head, and what worse traps there might be. She had to find the others from the "game"... Maybe she could even get close to them and watch them a while to make sure they wouldn't chop her head off when she approached them; though she had no idea on how to sneak up on other people...

[Redemptor]

*he kinda grasped topography of island*

*Ehh....I would prefer to stay up in areas where traps would be easy to spot...but at same time,I would be easy to spot as well...rule number one - stay invisible*

*he directed his eyes towards part of island covered with darkest jungle*

*That will be the first stop...*

*With those words in mind,he headed out in that direction,without any haste,trying to stay aware of possible surprises,that mad General left around*