[Author's note: I'm taking several to mean it's lowest possible quantity (unless the definition of 'several' has changed from what I've heard); 3] [Author's note 2: I'm not satisfied with this post. I don't know why. But I've given up trying to extend it, as I fear it will only become more fractured...

Toby felt himself lifted to his feet by his good arm, wincing lightly in pain as his left came off the ground. It was still bleeding rather quickly, so Toby assumed now that he had gotten something important nicked by the bullet. His mind was wholly intact, allowing him to make such an assumption, b...

He's done it before, he'll do it now. He'll shoot you dead, shoot you where you stand. "Fuck it! Drew, you know me! Why would I kill you?! I just want a fucking hand in standing up!" Spit fell to the grass as he yelled, his back still to Drew. He just wanted to stand...just...stand. Up. B...

His teeth clenched, as if trying to grind them to the gums. The yelling was cut short, his right hand swinging over and clamping tight over his mouth. His left shoulder continued to bleed on to his short, bleed down his arm, and all that good stuff. It fucking hurt. It hurt like a one-of-a-kind bitc...

I shall not put Toby's thoughts to text, as they are quite obvious as it is. I'll give one hint though. The word starts with F, ends in K, and lasted for a good ten seconds in his mind. That is one drawn-out word. The bullet went straight into his shoulder blade, embedding itself in said bone. The e...

"I got hit on the back of the neck walking in downtown Tucson, that's goddamn how!" he exploded again, once more draining himself physically. Toby's chest heaved as he tried to gather the breath necessary to speak. The grass on his back felt as if each individual blade was just that; a lit...

And Toby, as if he had saved up all his breath for one burst, responded almost without hesitation. "I mean here, I mean on this fucking island!" The explosion, for that's what it was, seemed to physically and mentally drain him, for he immediately went back to breathing heavily and not so ...

Toby rolled onto his back, staring up at the cloudy sky as if he were back in Arizona. Wait, no cloudy sky; like he was back in Michigan. With his old, good friends. With Drew, with everyone else. But alas; Michigan was, for all he knew, half a world away. He didn't know, but he was finally beginnin...

((Continued from: In Sight of a Sanctuary)) He'd most definitely never had to run this far this fast in his life, but then again, he'd never ran from a psychopathic man toting a nice, big M16 rifle. So, it was quite understandable that, when he finally reached the dead end of the cliff edge, he fell...

Name: Alexander Daro Gender: Male Age: 17 Grade: Senior School: Southridge High Hobbies and Interests: Debate Club [4 years], Youth Senate [Freshman/Sophomore years] Appearance: Equal parts scraggly and orderly, modern and vintage, Daro cares little what others think of his clothing and wears what ...

[Oh, thanks for the sympathy -.-;] Sergey wanted to chuckle, but that would ruin the effect. He tilted his head back, staring right at the sky. His neck popped as he did so. Rather audible pop, too. >>; Sergey nodded now, and without looking away from the sky, spoke to Takara. "He's probably st...

"Russian, I think." He barely cared; he saw it as one more tiny peace of his life that had fallen by the wayside. Swept there, really. He looked at Toby's body, shrugging. "Depends on how much the blood spread, how deep the cut...wonder if his larynx got cut. What is it? His ...trache...

[I just realized something else. Not only am I an artist at getting my character into uncomfortable situations AND getting said character killed, I'm an artist at fucking things up for everyone who RPs with me BY getting into bad situations or dying!! ^^;] [omg! someone's trying to save Toby! Go you...

Sergey played along, looking for all the world like a student so shocked, the girl had to walk him away. He muttered, quietly: "Er...could I get your name?" He felt rather curious, and for the first time, wanted to know someone's name. Wow. "The teacher's are gonna freak..." He w...

Toby's blood continued to spill onto the lunch table. Sergey noticed a girl run inside the building; typical. Freaking out, completely. He looked at the body, not the least bit shaken. He was well acquainted with death. The image of his father, leg nearly blown off at the knee, invaded his mind, wre...