A Place for the Bad Eggs

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Private roeplay between me and @Munchies c:


Plot:

Spoiler

Dealing with murderous children is tricky business. No one wants to ruin their long lives forever because of an awful mistake in their childhood, but no one wants them to get away with it, either. So in this universe, these terrible rotten eggs are sent to a deserted island, alone, left to fend for themselves.


Sage Chamberlain had no clue what happened. She was quiet, a model student, lead a wonderful, beautiful life, and now, she was a murderer. She woke up one morning, and she was a murderer. She swore to everyone, she didn't know what happened, and when they showed her the security footage of everything that happened, she insisted, she had been possessed. They didn't buy it, and soon enough, she was shipped off to the island, alone, with much more murderous kids surrounding her. There weren't rules here, and there wasn't anything that was going to stop them from being even more murderous.


[Your character] was the scariest of them all. No one messed with him. There were plenty of rumors surrounding him, that he was a serial killer whose targets were completely random, or that he was a hitman who was paid to murder a major country's president. Either way, he took a...liking, to Sage. Perhaps it was because she was as quiet and alone as he was, maybe it was just because he thought she was cute. He protected her, and even though there was no telling what the future would bring, it was bound to be insane.

 

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It was Sage Chamberlain's third day on the island. This work of gathering wood for a fire to cook her breakfast was hard enough to the kids who were accustomed to it, but the poor little Chamberlain girl hadn't worked a day in her life. She had never struggled for survival. At her home, there was an actual oven and stove to cook breakfast with, or at least boxes of cereals or fruits she could munch on. Here, however, she had to set up her camp far away from people, who were all by the fresh fruits. She had a couple of things she had snatched up, but her rations were running out fast. She would have to go further, to the fruits, the people, the murderers. That was the worst part about this place: everyone here had murdered in their childhood.


She never expected to spend her sixteenth birthday being shipped to the island, but that's what had happened. Charged for a murder she didn't remember of a man she didn't even know. There was nothing for her there but the clothes on her back, a long sleeved, long brown dress that they had issued her, like her jail uniform, but more like rags from the medieval ages. They just dropped her off on the coast and left, without another word. No instructions, no directions. The only rule was that there were no rules, and if anyone wanted to kill her, than they could. Even if was just for fun, they could kill her. If they wanted to eat her considering how scared food was, they could kill her. If she just looked at them funny, they could kill her.





The first three days, it had been her mission not to talk to a single soul. It was still her mission, as she threw together some tinder and kindling, and started up a fire with her little bit of flint. She was dirty, but not outright disgusting- she would need a bath soon, if she could find the water. Her whole body was aching, but she couldn't exactly rest or do anything about that. She slept on nothing but a pile of leaves her first night, but on her second night, she had a small shelter she had built that offered her some more security and comfort. All she needed was some more rations- more food. Food that she was only going to get if she traveled, to where she could very possibly see someone else, someone that could kill her.


She had to, or she was going to die of starvation anyways. She let the last few pieces of food cook while she grabbed a makeshift weapon- a big, heavy stone that she figured could knock someone out- and headed off. Off into the devil's den. To where the people were. Where she was probably going to have to kill, or be killed.

 

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Aspen growled to himself as he sat alone in his part of the island. He'd been keeping track of time since he had arrived here. He drew another line into the dirt, signifying another day. He'd counted eight years, six months, and 27 days since he'd been put here. He thought about his childhood with a pang. He'd do anything to go back. Anything. He was practically a vicious animal now.


He was running out of rations quickly, though he tried as hard as he could to make them last, he knew he couldn't starve himself much longer. He was already beginning to quickly shed weight. The only perk about living at the camp he had made was that it was close to the only known lake on the island. He'd set up his camp there intentionally. It would be easy getting food, as everyone was terrified of him. He stood up and strode to the main area of the island, also known as "The Center", very creatively, seeing the people. Some were allies, and he could tell some were even friends. Others were fighting and threatening each other, one kid was even pinned to the ground with a knife at his neck, but as soon as he came into the clearing, the kids silenced and scrambled out of his way. He snorted in contempt. All the kids here were pathetic. "Anyone willing to share their rations?" he asked sneeringly, examining the area in a lazy sort of manner, intentionally using his knife to pick under his nails. "No? Then I suppose I'll just have to force it." He stepped towards a younger boy who was cowering away. He grinned savagely. The kid whimpered and dug through his ratty cloth bag before holding out a bunch of dried fruit and meat. "Good, then I suppose my work here is done." He said.


As he turned to walk away, he noticed a girl who he'd never seen before, maybe a few years younger than him, walk towards The Center. Something about her caught his eye. She didn't look like a murderer. She didn't walk like a murderer, and she didn't give off that vibe, either. He found himself walking towards her. The other kids cleared a path for him. He stared coldly at her.


"What's your name?" he asked flatly, his harsh eyes never breaking eye contact from hers. He waited for her answer before saying, "You don't belong here." He growled and walked away, back toward his camp.


"Follow me if you want to survive. But don't ever think you can trust me." He didn't entirely know what he was doing, but it was too late to go back now.