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Autumn was outside the group, just outside the treeline as she watched the others assemble. A few were already making their ways to the camp, that was probably the place to go. She watched the helicopter leave for as long as she could, before it disappeared behind the treeline out of sight. She let out a sigh and clenched her fists. She didn't know if she wanted to press the button right away, or make sure that she stuck it out until the end. She missed her fathers already, and just wanted to go home and make sure that Geoff had been found alive and okay. She turned toward the dirt path. This was her forte, with the trees and the wilderness. She was going to be alone, solitude was the gift. She took one last look at the button before making her way to the dirt path.
[I cannot reply to this I am not focused omgeeee give me a sec.]
Gavin struggled to regain his balance as he stepped off of the helicopter platform. He had always hated motorized transports, and had always preferred walking to anything else. He wasn't quite sure where to head first, and the rules hadn't exactly been clear when they were explained earlier. He scanned the fifteen other contestants and sighed. He had to win this. If he didn't, he would have nothing to go back to. Gav saw a few people already drifting apart, so he trailed behind a girl he vaguely recognized as Taryn. She seemed to know what she was doing.
((It says Rachel isn't on...))Autumn was nervous. She didn't know anyone here, they could be crazy psychopaths for all she know. She laughed, knowing that if anyone was the crazy psychopath, it was her. Everyone was in a line toward the camp, save a few socialites that were still over at the button, talking. She took a glance back behind her. Following behind her was a male about the same age as her, in front of him a girl who she couldn't make much of, they were all blurry shapes to her, her eyes hadn't adjusted to the change in light yet. She had made sure to cover most of her skin, the only visible part of her was her eyes and the skin around it. Half of it was preparing for the worst, half of it was to blend in. As her eyes adjusted she began to seemed to notice more things. The light filtering through the trees, peoples faces, it all came into focus. In awe she stepped off of the path and stood, staring intently into the forest.
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Dove walked out onto the land, her fiery orange hair whipping around. She stood for a moment, gazing as the large hunk of metal they called helicopters rose above her head. No turning back now. Her lips pulled into a thin grimace, already missing her father. Maybe she shouldn't have gone here. Gone away from him. No. They needed that money. She needed that money. The girl straightened up, and tried to think positively--which she had a knack for. She would win the money. Dove, of course, was the one who needed it most--wasn't she? Giving her head a quick shake, she sped lightly to catch up to the group. They were headed down a path to what she thought was the camp. Might as well follow them. She thought, falling into step behind a girl with dark brown hair.
Autumn stayed near the side of the trail, standing on the sidelines and trying to remember where she was and the way to the camp. It was a dirt path, not much to remember but Autumn had a terrible sense of direction, and she didn't want to risk being lost so bad that she couldn't even find her way to the button. Suddenly, even through all of the layers that she was wearing, she felt a chill go through her. She needed the money, no, maybe it wasn't the money, she needed the publicity to let people know about her father perhaps, or she needed to come home and find him okay and alive, that was what she needed. She sighed and clenched her fists before continuing on the dirt path, falling behind a girl with red hair. She envied her red hair, but never dared to dye it that way, any colour in her hair would be a huge mistake for her. Perhaps it was better that she stayed white all over.
Dove sensed someone behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, blinking at the girl. She seemed to be all white--her hair, her eyelashes, even her skin tone. For a moment, it unnerved her, but she soon got it. At least she gets to blend in with the snow. It'll help her survive...maybe. The girl honestly had no idea what to expect from this place. She slowed her pace until she was walking beside the snowy girl, whom she now recognized at Autumn. Hm, how ironic. She thought, and sent a small smile toward the girl.
When the girl in front of her looked back, Autumn was familiar with the expression on her face. She looked at Autumn with caution, the most common of the looks she got. To Autumns surprise she rebounded fast from her appearance and gave her a quick smile. The girl seemed friendly enough, and although Autumn couldn't remember the girls name for the life of her, she did vaguely remember it being a type of bird. It would occur to her later, it always did. When the girl was walking beside her she remembered the name, it hit her like a wall and she half spoke-half gasped a little. "Dove!" when she remembered it. She completely forgot to be quiet. Embarrassed, she asked. "That would be your name, correct?" She was blushing from embarrassment, and it was as visible as blood on snow.
Dove turned her head quickly to Autumn, the peacefulness disrupted by the girl calling out her name. She studied her for a moment before answering, "Yes, it would be my name." She gave her an easy smile, noticing her blush. It was weird how quiet everyone was. It was almost as if they didn't want to make friends. Friends would come in handy for obvious reasons. It was someone who had your back, someone to be company in a time of loneliness. Someone to share this experience with. "And yours it Autumn, right?" She asked. Dove had a feeling that these two might make good friends.
She nodded with a laugh. "Kind of weird, isn't it? I was named before they found out about me." She stated, keeping a brisk pace. She looked up at the canopy or trees above her. "Some people are just born with the wrong name, I suppose." She said, not particularly to anyone. "Perhaps we should have had each others names, after all, doves are white and Autumn is red, like your hair." She said to herself with a laugh. Underneath her gloves she clenched her fists. The cold wasn't much, it was the silence in the air that chilled her.
Dove nodded lightly, "Perhaps we should. It would seem more fitting." She stated, her light British accent coming through. It came in a out, depending on what words she said. "I also suppose we were both born with the wrong name. Maybe it's fate, telling us that we should be friends, and form an alliance." She rolled her shoulders back, noticing they were the only one's talking. Everyone was either listening in, or was too...whatever.. to even bother. "I don't get why everyone is so grave and quiet. We are going to be with each other for a while. Why not make friends?" She was talking to Autumn, but the question itself was directed at the group of people.
She nodded. She wasn't normally the social type, and she didn't really intend to be for this game, but Dove was a genuinely nice person by the sound of it, it was refreshing to have a nice, simple conversation with someone, it didn't matter the circumstances. She thought about how long they had been walking, it wouldn't be too long now before they hit the camp, then that was when the real game began. She lifted her chin and corrected her posture. From now on there was going to be fierce competition, could she trust anyone? Probably Dove, but the others she wasn't so sure about.
Dove shrugged her shoulders, the group lapsing into silence once more. The cold sent a chill through her--or maybe it was silence, she'll never know. The only sound was the soft crunching noises of the snow beneath their feet. She stood on her toes trying to see ahead of the group. For all she could see, it was just snow laden ground, and snow-covered trees. The camp should be getting closer now. It felt as if they'd been walking forever. But, hey, she'd made a good friend, one who would give her company.
The camp was just about in sight by now, she could feel it. She didn't know wether or not she would want to stay in camp once she got there, she had a strong urge to explore and get to know her surroundings. This place was pristine and untouched, she was going to enjoy solitude and happiness away from everything. Except for the competition going on, and she barely knew her competitors, but other than that she was going to be happy here she felt.
Dove sped up slightly, but kept just in front on Autumn. She couldn't wait to see the camp. She wasn't supposed to bring anything, but she remember she had strapped a dagger to her thigh. She would be prepared, and possibly ahead of everyone else. Unless, they thought of the same thing. She shook her head, giving herself a smile. No, she thought of it, and she will be prepared. That's good, right?
((Erm. I think so...))`
((Okay, I think we should continue there, the only thing is I need to ask Rachel if we are allowed to proceed, I'm not sure if she wants us to go ahead or not, I'll message her))
