Clayton had his eyes tightly shut as he was on the ground. He responded to the incoming footsteps much like a small child would: closing his eyes and hoping everything would just go away. Clayton wasn't a brave boy. And yet......it worked. They all left. The footsteps faded down the stairs, each fil...

Clayton had acted exactly once today. In his action, he attempted to help someone. Instead, he hurt her. He was doing a lot of listening now. He simply listened to the conversation inside. Then he heard it. A loud, screeching snap of metal. Silence, then the distant, harsh clatter on the ground far ...

He wasn't too sure why he did so, but Clayton began to very, very carefully inch his way across the hallway. He might later dissect this plan, thinking of why he thought it up. The best answer he could come up with is a desperate need for safety. He was alone and scared. Regardless of what he though...

Things hadn't changed much in the seconds that Clayton was hidden. It was a lot of talking; he tried to pay attention to it, but a combination of indistinct voices and paranoia that someone might sneak up on him (thus dividing his attention) kept him from learning anything useful. Girl voices and bo...

((Clayton Leven continued from Sleep, My Dear )) Clayton wasn't paying much attention to where he was going. Honestly, it was a miracle that he was coherent in the first place. Being dropped on an island with a bundle of explosives around your neck and being told to murder a bunch of people from you...

It.....wasn't that fun. Clayton had never been more confused or slightly terrified in his life. Flashing lights, loud sounds, and everyone flying around him like demented video game characters. He panicked. He wasn't even sure if he hit anyone before the game was over. As he hung up his gun, he look...

Clayton was confused, and maybe a little dazed as well. Bright lights flashed, music pounded, and everywhere he could hear the shouts and screams of teenagers engaged in a battle royale. Clayton finally got the urge to make a move. He lunged from his cover, never going faster than a brisk walk to ho...

Clayton had barely any clue what he was doing. Hiding in a little corner formed by two neon-lined rectangles meeting in an L-shape that the 80s would have greatly enjoyed, he simply crouched into the shadows and hoped that nobody would notice him. In spite of his video game-honed reflexes that shoul...

((Clayton Leven START.....ish)) Clayton still wasn't sure what convinced him to jump into the laser tag arena and get suited up for a game. He wasn't much of a "gun guy", and there were plenty of other games around The Castle that he could be playing. Clayton figured that trying something ...

((Clayton Leven continued from Allow Me To Begin )) There was nothing in his mind. No thoughts. No dreams. No worries. No fears. No hopes. beep beep beep beep beep He walked steadily across the threshold. All was done. He couldn't do it. beep beep beep beep beep beep Two dead in front of him. No way...

Chris continued to watch. As their bodies shifted, he found that the two of them looked vaguely familiar, and he suspected that they may go to his school. He didn't exactly recognize them, though. The one on top, a slim Asian with, honestly, kind of stupid-looking glasses (Chris had never been one f...

Chris wasn't exactly the best skater in the world. To be honest, he may as well have been the worst . He used to go to the rink when he was in elementary school, but he wasn't particularly good then either. It wasn't the balancing so much as the moving that got him; even on four-wheeled roller skate...

Name: Matthew James Gourlay Gender: Male Age: 17 School: Bayview Secondary School Grade: 12th Hobbies and Interests: Soccer, golf, drinking/partying, cross-country, student government Appearance: Matt is 5'10 with plenty of muscles from a long sporting background, though his arms are slightly lacki...

Chris took the bag and calmly shoved the handle up to his elbow, grasping it on the bottom with his other arm to make it more comfortable. "Sure. I like that park. Nice and quiet. And green.......mostly green." The pair walked out of the mall, Sarah donning her sunglasses. Chris was quite ...

Fern Terrace, Fern Terrace......where IS Fern Terrace? Chris was racking his brain to try and remember where Fern Terrace was. His face betrayed no confusion, but mentally he was panicking. Chris never really bothered to learn a lot of the street and neighborhood names around St. Paul; he just lear...