Linny glanced up as Adam mentioned her name, She nodded and waited a second, thinking for a few moments about what they were about to do and the risks they would be taking. She was secretly planning to return to the beach to get her necklace, even if the others would disapprove. She'd probably sneak off on their return back from the bus, then catch up with Adam and Kate before they noticed she was gone.

Hearing the discussion between Adam and Kate, Linny stepped in before it could get worse. "Look guys, now's not the time to discuss personal differences and problems with each other. Let's just get it over with alright," she said, her voice gentle and soft. She glanced into both of their eyes, and turned around. She walked to the door, letting her arm brush Adam's and followed the group of guys out, sweeping her flashlight out in front of her.


"Be safe," Mitch said to the others left inside the house. He let himself be pulled out by Ace, gently pulling away when they were outside of the house. He began walking, putting extra force in his steps to leave foot prints for the killer to follow. He knew the feigned trail would throw the killer, but he wasn't sure for how long. He wiped a bit of blood from a cut on his arm onto his finger, then spread it onto a nearby tree. He raised his eyebrow at Ace and Trix so they would get the hint to do the same, then continued walking.

With his eyes squinted in focus, Mitch seemed oblivious to everything except for what he was currently doing. He mentally calculated how far away from the house they were and how long it would take to get back. He knew it would take longer than it would to make the fake trail, seeing as they would need to be extra cautious to not leave any returning marks that would lead back to the house.

Kenny’s eyes trailed along the distancing others, narrowed and somewhat grim…oh, how he envied them, their endless bravery and composure. Never failing. Whereas, the only thing keeping him going was the plea for his sister. He had to make it back to her. That, and of course, the blade.

Yes, yes, the razor that kept those scars red, the blade that kept him company when all company was gone. It fit so well along his sleeves, keeping it busy digging into his skin while he worked to collect various dry branches just outside of the house. It was a small profit, but it made him grin. No one to bother him as to why his jacket was getting a steady flow of red from his underarms.

“Back…” he called, his arms full of the wood. He set them down in the center of the room they were compiled in, making a small clearing for the small fire to come…

When Trix was pulled out his only action was to grunt and pull himself free. He tried not to laugh at how stupid the pair looked whilst making their false trail. He walked normally knowing his generally gaunt was enough to leave the prints needed. He would have to be careful walking back though. He let himself step on twigs and the such on the way. He paused for a moment yawning as he let his eyes scan around him. He jumped slightly when Ace suddenly took off. He had been in his own world and the movement had kicked a fight or flight response. He shook his head keeping the other in sight as he ran off. He glanced at Mitch "running prints and walking prints are slightly different, you can tell a lot about a persons walk, run direction and intention from them. try not to be too forceful, he may know this." he wondered where half his ideas were coming from, was he worried perhaps an expert tracker who could use gases was after them? He shook his head, this wasn't an 'anything' no whatever was after them was a hunter, a monster. He shuddered reaching where the others had turned round he was by a river "this will give the impression we went in to the water to prevent foot prints" this was more to himself then anyone he knelt down taking blood from a wound on his leg and covering a stick protruding from the river's flow with it. He gave a nod turning and beginning to head back, cautious to not step on anything and to walk lightly.

Yuzu smiled at Kate but stood back when the pair began to bicker. She silently wiped herself clean. Feeling refreshed she ran it under the water and headed out to the group offering the wet towel to Kenny. She could see the red on his sleeve. "You should take off your jacket, it looks soaked, maybe i could get some of the blood out for you." It was only normal to presume it wasn't his own, had she known, perhaps her reaction may have been different. In this situation self-harming should be the last thing on people's minds. She looked about "did anyone go back to the bus yet? You should hurry before he makes it so we can't he will want to cut us off," she had remembered it was mentioned earlier and right now she could use some clean clothing, most of them could. She also knew that when you were hunting prey you never let them back track. She wrapped an arm round Kate's shoulder. "we will all be fine and everyone can help, we just need to support each other right now." She then remembered. "Kate would you check my lower back, tell me if there is a wound there?" She wondered what if they were using her tracker to track the group, she wished she had thought of it being used that way earlier. She may have put the whole group in danger. "if there isn't, do you think, my tracker, he may be able to see it. If so; someone is gonna need to cut it out of me." she said it as calmly as possible but her pitch did go up a few about it. Someone else touching her back with a knife seemed horrifying.

Kenny felt a soft blush upon his cheeks, but shoved it away, mumbling. "It wasn't bravery...it's hardly anything, really. They were all just right outside..." he muttered, refusing to accept praise. But he already was. He shivered, those stupid, sarcastic calling voices coming back. Like he was schizophrenic...he stopped at the mention of her taking his jacket. "No," he said solidly, and a bit loudly at that. "I mean...it's fine. Not as if any of us hasn't seen blood in..." He stopped his sentence before it went further. That would just make things worse...

At the mention of holding someone down and cutting her open, he shook his head. He had already had his fill of gore and torn muscle tissue. He couldn't really bare that, bravery or not...

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Much as Kenny liked Megara (he thought absently about calling her just Meg), he took away his arm sharply, his eyes shut tightly…”Sorry…” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, “but blood is really the only thing keeping me in reality right now…” He bit his lip again, that same spot sore from the many times he had done so…

“I’ll see if there’s any alcohol…” he stated aloud, heading into the kitchen, finding the cabinets oddly filled with the stuff. ‘What the…?’ he thought, confused. Why would a killer need numbing medicine? Especially this much…a rather horrible idea entered his head. What if…the deranged man pursuing them…tortured victims to death…? To Kenny’s right, a stairwell went down into what looked like a basement.

Bravery or not, he could only sing for absolution that he didn’t have to go down there.

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((I think I pissed her off xD))

((I dont think shes posting anytime soon.. xD ))

(...well darn. This was a fun RP...)

((Yeah, I vote we go on with out her too xD This rps too fun to die c: ))

((Alright. If she comes back in I will talk to her about it but we can continue.))

With a soft, barely audible sigh, Linny followed Adam out the door. She glanced over at the other guys, watching them make intentional marks on the forest floor as well as trees and bushes. She hoped nothing bad would happen, and she yet again involuntarily reached her hand up to fumble with her locket. Instead of grasping the cold silver heart, her hand touched her neck as it did before. Frowning, she remembered her goal to somehow get to the beach itself and look for the necklace.

Trying to keep her mind from wondering into dark places that would frighten her all the more, Linny kept her eyes locked in front of her. For a brief, minute second, Linny thought about her not brother, who was almost her brother, Mitch. She knew he wasn't keen on letting her go off alone, but she felt like the fact that it was Adam there with her comforted Mitch. Shrugging to herself at the weird, thought, Linny focused on placing one foot in front of the other, closely following behind Adam.

"Huh?" Linny said, yanked from her thoughts. She glanced up and saw they were in front of the bus, as well as the bloody hand print staining the glass of the bus door. Pointing her own flash light in it, Linny's eyes widened and she bit down on her bottom lip, not caring about the metallic taste of blood accompanying the harsh bite. "Oh geez..." She whispered, her voice like that of a timid child's. Cautiously, she stepped forward and tentatively laid her hand on the glass.


Mitch nodded at Trix's statement and was careful not to make his foot prints look too intentional. It was a tricky balance between feigned intention and real intention. Sighing, he followed the others and ran his hands through his dark hair. The stairs crept out from behind the large leaves of the trees, just slightly visibly in the dark terrain. He wondered what the others in the house were doing, then the ones on their way to the bus stop. He hoped no one, especially Linny, would do something stupid, or get hurt.

Watching Trix's movement of putting blood on a stick and in the river, Mitch copied him and rubbed a few dry leaves and twigs on the cut on his arm and strategically placed them in the water so that they looked like they just so happened to end up there, but were in plain sight. He frowned and wondered where Trix was getting all of this. Probably two many serial killer documentaries, but who knew.

Going the extra mile, Mitch quickly darted across the river and acted as if he was climbing out on the other side, leaving multiple sets of foot prints in the mud. Swimming back, he climbed out and shivered the cold, nodded to the others, and began to ever so cautiously make his way back to the house.

Jumping for the not the first time that night, Linny looked over startlingly at Adam. It took her a second to register what he was doing and looking at, but finally things clicked in her mind. His twin sister was pinned, literally, to the bus with a knife. Stepping forward, she gently touched the knife, trying to see if it was in a vital point.

"You probably don't want to see this, look away," Linny said to Adam, waiting for him to turn his head. She gripped her left hand on the knife in Eve's should and took two deep breaths, tightening her hand. Pushing against Eve's shoulder gently but firmly so that she wouldn't fall, Linnea yanked the knife from Eve's shoulder and bus in one fluid motion. Her right arm nearly faltered, but Linny caught herself and supported Eve, gently lowering her to the ground with both hands after dropping the bloody knife.

Placing two timid fingers on Eve's pale neck, Linnea closed her eyes and tried to close off all of the other physical feelings such as her knees on the sand slash grass mixture as to focus on Eve's pulse, or if so, a lack there of. Thankfully, the red head felt an ever so faint, slow beat room Eve's neck to Linny's fingers. "She has a pulse. It's really faint, but it's there. Take her back to the house, quick. I'll look through the bus," Linny instructed firmly. "Don't worry about me, I'll be right after you in a few minutes," she reassured him and stepped back from the two twins, picking up the bloody knife to protect herself with. Stepping up the door of the bus, she banged it harshly, which made the door slowly open in a very creaky-horror-film-like manner. As soon as she was done searching the bus and the twins were out of sight, she'd slip silently to the beach and look for her locket.

Trailing back through the forest and into the house, Mitch felt himself grow more and more exhausted with each step. The... events of the day were wearing on him and he just felt ready to sleep, but he knew the instant he closed his eyes his mind would be filled with images of the beach and his dead class mates. He'd rather experience exhaustion than terror.

Sighing, Mitch flopped on a couch and tried to think about other things. However, he didn't know how we would be able to think about anything other than what they had all experienced. In fact, if that day was a movie it would Spring Break: Senior Terror. Sounded like a cheesy horror film with obvious fake blood and D-list actors, but in reality it was far from it.

Not being able to sit still, Mitch pushed himself off of the couch, not making eye contact with any of the others. He walked to a window and pushed the book case blocking it out of the way. He squinted into the jet black night, looking for a sign of the others. Hearing Ace's comment he nodded. "I know what you mean."

Linny vaguely heard Adam's last instruction before entering the bus. Her mind churned as she tried not to think about the fact that the bags she was seeing and touching belonged to her dead classmates. Trying to keep her mind set on her goal, she started with the back of the bus, seeing as it was easier to make her way up. She began rummaging through each bag, trying to see what was in each. Finally she decided it was just best to grab as many bags as she could, no matter what was in them.

Returning to the front of the bus, Linny carefully climbed down the steps and put the bags on Adam's back. There were only two and of medium weight, so she figured it wouldn't be too bad. As she was about to step back on the bus, she saw Eve open her eyes and Adam's face light up. Grinning at both of them, she patted Adam's back and nodded in the direction of the forest. With a muffled sigh, Linny once again trooped up the stairs of the bus and threw every bag she could fight onto her back.

Once Adam was out of sight, the red head walked about halfway into the forest and put all of the bags she had grabbed, around a dozen, and nestled them around a large tree. She could just barely hear the crash of the waves on the shore, and began running in the direction of the beach.

It only took Linny fifteen minutes to be back on the shore, but something was different. The bodies were gone, and all that was left was the remains of the bonfire and blood soaking the sand like a red blanket. Seeing a glimmering hint of silver in the red and white sand, which she thought to be her necklace, Linny began sprinting as fast as possible to it. Suddenly, she tripped in the sand and lunged towards the ground. Her head collided with a hard and large rock. "AGHHHH!" She shouted painfully, gripping her head with both hands. Clenching her eyes shut, she took a deep breath and opened them again, seeing a lurking shadow approaching her, a glinting knife in its hands. Turning her head to the left, her eyes rested on her locket and her hand closed around it.


Mitch waited, impatiently, as he stared out the window. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about every possibility, all ending with violent outcomes, that could be happening to Linny and Adam. Sighing, he leaned his forehead against the cool wood of the book case in front of him, and with a grunt pushed it back into place. At least that way he wouldn't be able to look out at the threatening forest.

Noticing Megara leaving, Mitch debated whether or not to follow. Did she want to be alone, or was she just looking for something? He wasn't sure, and instead waited. As if in answer to his question, he heard Meg loudly call from the basement and ran to it, not knowing if she was in trouble.

Bounding down the stairs two at a time, Mitch nearly collided with Megara on his attempt to reach her so quickly. He chuckled when he saw that she had just been calling out because of her find. And a good find at that. "Wow, good job," he said and grinned at her, before talking hold of a few different tools to bring upstairs.