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[b][code]The Campsite - Campfire.[/code][/b][hr]


Claire was relieved to be free of Scott's rather tight grip on her wrist.

She took a step away from him, but realized that Dexter had gotten in between herself and this creep. Claire innately thanked him, but she wasn't out of the woods just yet. From her experiences, Scott was one persistent son of a bitch... they were out here alone, and while Claire had hope for Dexter's defusing abilities, she knew that there was only so much he could do. She wasn't going to become some story. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a pocket knife. She kept her finger on her button - using Dex as sort of a shield to block it from his line of sight. A quick glance to the side had told Claire that Zoey was off to the side towards the building.

Dexter mentioned the flask - and realized that Hagan was probably her inadvertent savior in all of this. Still, she was on guard.

Scott didn't appreciate Dexter getting into the middle of this. He thought that he had everything downpacked until this little shit-nose showed up! He clenched his fist, as he hissed through his teeth, "Yeah, Dex... I thought it'd be [i]fun[/i]." He said, almost passive aggressively. "But, I'm fine... yeah, how about you stay out of this?" He faced Dexter, staring him in the eye. "This doesn't have anything to do with-"

"How about no." Claire said, before her tone changed from a tranquil fury to, well, outright fury, "There is no [i]this[/i]. What's gonna happen is that me and Zoey are going to leave your rapey-ass here!"  

Scott, having enough of this, pushes Dexter aside as he shouts, "You don't [i]ever[/i] talk to me like-"

That was when a stone struck him across the cheek - not something massive to cause some serious damage, but enough to send him stumbling for a second. He loudly yelled, holding his bleeding cheek as Claire took her chance. She ran over, and with all of her strength, kicked Scott Reese right in the balls. If the rock had him yelling, getting kicked below the belt would definitely have him screaming. He fell over, holding his broken genitals.

"That should show you we're not easy pickings!" Claire said.

Zoey ran in, triumphantly shouting, "Yeah! Fuck you, Scott!".

Claire shook her head as she turned away from Scott, then back towards Dexter. "Here's your flask back, Dex." She reached into her pocket and pushed it into his hands.


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[b][code]The Campsite - Docks.[/code][/b][hr]


"Wow, you look, [i]sooooooooooo[/i] bored."

The casual, New-York accented, voice of Lynette Dominguez softly spoke to the Floridian as she held onto her journal. Lynette was at the campfire, but got bored, and decided to head elsewhere to get some peace and quiet. It wasn't their fault, but she didn't find campfires all that fun or exciting. Though, she wasn't that big of a nature person - Kimberly invited her out here, and she actually wanted to explore a little bit past the fence's limits - but didn't want to do it while everyone was awake, and the last thing she wanted was to be stopped, and interrogated for the next twelve years... like last time.

There was something inherently strange about the mountain, and the urban legends that surrounded it. It was fascinating... and Lynette desired to learn more, but everyone was so tight-lipped about it.  

It'd probably end up being lame anyhow.

"You lookin' at the stars, girl?" Lynette asked, "Here, let me have a seat." She took a seat next to the girl, and put her journal right into her lap. 

"Let me guess, you just wanted away from all that liquor, or you come out here to ponder life?" 


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A subtle wind came through the bushes, as the figure that was previously watching the campfire escaped into the bushes as he rested in the middle of a clearing. Sitting with his legs and arms crossed, seemingly uncaring that he's literally sitting in the middle of the woods. He heard some footsteps come up, and he looked up at the shadow-y figure approach him. He almost smiled, if it wasn't for the circumstances. 

"... Good, you're here." He said.

"That was hard to tell," His associate replied, dismissive. Looking away from him. 

"Look," He said, picking up on their emotions. He stood up, and approached. "I know you're hesitant about my plans, but trust me... a lot of people are going to get hurt, but nobody else will get hurt - it's so [i]everyone will be safe[/i]."

"How can you tell, John?" She replied, "When are people going to stop getting hurt? Or what's going to happen when we fall off this slippery slope?"

"We aren't going to fall off anything..." John said, as he walked up to his friend, "Look, if this works, we're gonna be safe. We won't ever have to worry about anything ever again." He embraced her, holding them tightly. "I love you... you can trust me, I would never do anything to hurt you."

There was a brief silence, as he kept holding her.

"... Well, I don't even know [i]you[/i] anymore."

That was the last thing she said before John felt something in his gut. He felt a sharp pain like never before, and he looked down... and saw the blade sticking out of him. But, it wasn't just that. He felt weak, he felt a burning sensation all over his body, in addition, he could feel his throat [i]closing[/i]. He grabbed onto both ends of his neck as he loudly coughed.

He looked up at her, as she pitifully said.

"I'm sorry, John... but, you left me no choice," The person shook her head. "You've gone too far." 

With that, she pulled the blade out of his gut, and left it there as he bled out on the floor - while also suffering an allergic reaction that effectively rendered him poisoned. He desperately put a hand out, trying to plead for her to come back and save him... but, she didn't.

His life faded the same way his eyes did... and it wasn't long before he succumbed...