05-25-2015, 10:32 PM
When the blindfold was taken off of Blink's head, she quickly realized she was the last one in her helicopter. She could hear out of her pointy ears the instructions being shouted by the Syntex worker that was tossing competitors out of the door. She couldn't make out the words - but she could tell what was happening. The sound of helicopter was drowning out the details, but the game was starting. This much she could tell. Now with her blindfold off, she could clearly see that nobody else was inside the body of the chopper except the Syntex guard. "It's your turn!" he shouted, loud enough so she could hear him over the sound of the rotors. "Get ready to jump!"
She looked to the right, where he was sliding her along her seat towards the open door. She was staring at the vast island underneath her, thinking about how beautiful it looked. She could see a mountain towards the middle of it, and some landmarks at the foot of it - but nothing that could properly identify where she was in relation to it. She couldn't tell what direction she was looking. One thing she could tell was that she was along the shore line. When she looked down, she could see water. That would make her exit from the helicopter a little easier.
"Here's your bag!" The man shouted, practically hitting her with the duffel bag It didn't feel heavy. That wasn't good. "Get ready to jump! One! Two!"
She didn't hear three. She wasn't sure he actually said three. He pushed her sideways and she jumped off the floor of the helicopter. With the duffel bag in her hand, she went flying through the air, towards the water below. Her eyes locked onto the land a good fifty feet in front of her. It was good thing she could teleport...
A flash of pink light clouded her vision. She was expecting to land onto the sandy shore. Instead, she had only teleported about ten feet in front of her, not nearly enough to get there. By the time she could figure out her teleporting hadn't worked properly, she landed right into the ocean. There was a moment of panic as she kicked her feet and clung tightly to the bag - her only companion in this game of survival. When her pink head came out of the water, she again teleported forward, making it a little closer. It took one more jump forward in space to finally put her feet on the sandbar and she could heft herself out of the dirty water. She coughed up some water she had swallowed accidentally, burning her throat.
When she stumbled her way completely out of the water, she dropped onto her knees, still panting. This was it. This was real. It took a little longer to hit her then she would have liked, in retrospect. All of the pre-game hype with the fancy park and the tons of restaurants really lightened the situation up. But here she was; in a game where it was kill or be killed. Less then a week ago she woke up in a strange universe and now she was here. With a bag of rations and a collar.
The collar! As she remembered it, her hand moved up to it. It was steel and cool to the touch. She had a flashback of her days as a prisoner to Apocalypse. It was not a good memory.
Her green eyes shifted to the sight of her duffel bag. It was long, but as she recalled it was heavy, which meant her assigned weapon wasn't going to be big. She quickly unzipped it and took a look. Four water bottles. Four food containers. A compass, which she used to quickly get her bearings as to what part of the island she was on. Then her map. She knew immediately where she was upon looking at it. Then her eyes found the 'weapon.'
It could call it a weapon. Her fingers wrapped around the action figure and held it was. It was a barbie doll, but dressed in a pink garb with a silly glittered mask across it's face. The coolest part was the wings behind it, which Blink guessed served as a superhero cape. Her lips curled into a smile. It was http://beautiful.
She was soaking wet on a strange island in a strange universe. She had no friends and no idea what she was going to do. She had no weapon, but maybe this item was more important then that. It was a symbol that she wasn't in this by herself. As she stood up, duffel bag in hand and barbie doll in her pocket, she didn't feel quite as alone anymore.
She looked to the right, where he was sliding her along her seat towards the open door. She was staring at the vast island underneath her, thinking about how beautiful it looked. She could see a mountain towards the middle of it, and some landmarks at the foot of it - but nothing that could properly identify where she was in relation to it. She couldn't tell what direction she was looking. One thing she could tell was that she was along the shore line. When she looked down, she could see water. That would make her exit from the helicopter a little easier.
"Here's your bag!" The man shouted, practically hitting her with the duffel bag It didn't feel heavy. That wasn't good. "Get ready to jump! One! Two!"
She didn't hear three. She wasn't sure he actually said three. He pushed her sideways and she jumped off the floor of the helicopter. With the duffel bag in her hand, she went flying through the air, towards the water below. Her eyes locked onto the land a good fifty feet in front of her. It was good thing she could teleport...
A flash of pink light clouded her vision. She was expecting to land onto the sandy shore. Instead, she had only teleported about ten feet in front of her, not nearly enough to get there. By the time she could figure out her teleporting hadn't worked properly, she landed right into the ocean. There was a moment of panic as she kicked her feet and clung tightly to the bag - her only companion in this game of survival. When her pink head came out of the water, she again teleported forward, making it a little closer. It took one more jump forward in space to finally put her feet on the sandbar and she could heft herself out of the dirty water. She coughed up some water she had swallowed accidentally, burning her throat.
When she stumbled her way completely out of the water, she dropped onto her knees, still panting. This was it. This was real. It took a little longer to hit her then she would have liked, in retrospect. All of the pre-game hype with the fancy park and the tons of restaurants really lightened the situation up. But here she was; in a game where it was kill or be killed. Less then a week ago she woke up in a strange universe and now she was here. With a bag of rations and a collar.
The collar! As she remembered it, her hand moved up to it. It was steel and cool to the touch. She had a flashback of her days as a prisoner to Apocalypse. It was not a good memory.
Her green eyes shifted to the sight of her duffel bag. It was long, but as she recalled it was heavy, which meant her assigned weapon wasn't going to be big. She quickly unzipped it and took a look. Four water bottles. Four food containers. A compass, which she used to quickly get her bearings as to what part of the island she was on. Then her map. She knew immediately where she was upon looking at it. Then her eyes found the 'weapon.'
It could call it a weapon. Her fingers wrapped around the action figure and held it was. It was a barbie doll, but dressed in a pink garb with a silly glittered mask across it's face. The coolest part was the wings behind it, which Blink guessed served as a superhero cape. Her lips curled into a smile. It was http://beautiful.
She was soaking wet on a strange island in a strange universe. She had no friends and no idea what she was going to do. She had no weapon, but maybe this item was more important then that. It was a symbol that she wasn't in this by herself. As she stood up, duffel bag in hand and barbie doll in her pocket, she didn't feel quite as alone anymore.
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