Post by Funkii on Jul 31, 2010 15:39:47 GMT -5
The night wore on and the small flames that flickered from the dwindling fire is what seemed to keep them all sane. The Mafia was at work late at night, thinking up a plan to stop the survivors from discovering whatever it was that they were looking for. The Mafia slipped out from the campsite to trail ahead to see if they could find it before anyone awoke in the morning, but someone was already ahead of them searching.
Ricky, the stowaway, had curiosity in his own right and woke up late at night to see if he could discover whatever it was that was so important to the Mafia.
"What the?!?" was all that went through Ricky's head as he stood on top of a large cliff that looked down on a grassier part of the island.
Emerging from the grassy plains was smoke, as if there was a campfire that had been burning down there. Before he could run back to tell everyone else though he turned around and ran right into the Mafia.
"Where do you think you are goin?" said one of the Mafia members as they grabbed Ricky's arms and held them back.
The other Mafia member began beating up Ricky, kicking him in the face and punching him in his stomach. Ricky tried wriggling free, but he was too winded from getting knocked around. Finally after a few minutes of getting beat he got loose from his captors grasp and stumbled on the ground towards the camp.
"Get him!" shouted the Mafia member that had been beating him up.
Ricky got only as far as the twisted branches when the Mafia caught up to him and smashed a large rock against his head. The dazed Ricky tried yelling for help, but the Mafia dragged his body across the dirt covered ground and wrapped a taught vine around his neck. With a push, Ricky was sent down off the rocky cliff with only his neck to stop his fall.
It cracked under the might of his velocity and another town person had bit the dust.
Ricky (Ebolaeatsflesh) the Converter had died a bloody death. What exactly the Converter does exactly will remain a mystery till a later date. Had you guys interviewed Ricky you might have gotten a better idea behind his role.
When morning broke the survivors were shocked to see that Ricky had been murdered, his body left to be a symbol to those that should look up at the cliff. While looking at Ricky's body though, everyone else also noticed the last remnants of smoke from a fire down in the grassy plains.
"Let's go check it out!" exclaimed May who ran down the trail that wound down into the plains.
Everyone followed suit and what they found was astounding. A small camp was set up in the grassy plains, one small enough that it seemed to house only one person. The person who this camp belong too had been stalking them this whole time and jumped out with a knife in hand. Quickly the woman grabbed Raji and held the knife to his throat.
"Nobody make any sudden movements!" yelled the mysterious woman.
"Whoa whoa! We are just shipwrecked people on his island!" shouted Raji, in demands for his own life.
"You are... then why aren't you out near your ship like I saw you before?" questioned the Asian woman, who's resemblance seemed quite clean for living in such a rough environment.
"We are looking for something in the jungle. We were being attacked by someone and we have reason to believe there is something of importance on this island," pleaded Leilah, not wanting anyone to get hurt.
Everything was silent, but then the woman let her guard down and pushed Raji back into the group. She put the blade back into her back pocket and held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm April Miyamoto. I too was shipwrecked on this island 3 months ago. I have been living in this makeshift camp of mine till I can find a way off this damn rock!" greeted April, her whole demeanor seemed to change.
Everyone said hello to her, though some people had their doubts.
Brandon took Patricia off to the side and had a little conversation with her.
"I don't know if I like this chick or not. She seems really out of place to be living here for that long!" explained Brandon.
"Not only that, but her last name is Miyamoto, which is Japanese. If she was on a boat from Japan and crashed here then where is the rest of her crew?" deduced Patricia.
The two of them seemed to shrug it off, but there was still that feeling of questionable motives in the back of everyone's mind.
WELCOME TO YOUR NEW CASTAWAY! WHETHER OR NOT THEY ARE TOWN OR MAFIA WILL BE UP TO YOU GUYS! Welcome to the game GaryOak!
