((Gavin Hunter continued from Ultimately, We Just Want To Be Happy )) CRUNCH! The door shuddered under the impact of Gavin's boot, the wood splintering around the hinges and handle. Gritting his teeth, Gavin drew back his foot and tried a second time to dislodge the old, warped timbers from their m...

Gavin wasn't entirely sure how he felt when Grey told him he wasn't going to hand over his gun. He could see it was a good weapon; a Walther P99, both sturdy and dependable. It seemed like Grey knew enough to put the safety on as well, most teenagers didn't even realise they existed. Of course it mi...

Shooting somebody with a gun was an act that Gavin found utterly abhorrent. It was irresponsible, cowardly, and simply unsporting. Bashing somebody over the head with a lead pipe, on the other hand... No, he wasn't going to go down that road. This wasn't Super Smash Bros. Brawl and Andrea wasn't Pri...

((B051: Gavin Hunter - Start)) Gavin felt terrible. It was the gas, that unknown chemical that had forcibly rendered him unconscious several times in a row. Whatever it's precise scientific designation, it didn't agree with Gavin at all. His stomach was churning like an industrial mixing vat, his m...

Gavin watched the scene unfold before him with an expression that never wavered. It was impossible not to feel sorry for Arthur as he cried over Xavier's body, but Gavin didn't feel the urge to go and comfort him. It wasn't his business, not his pain to share. He could be there for Megan, but not th...

((Gavin Hunter makes a stealthy entry from The Red Shoes )) This is the stupidest idea I've had in a long time. This thought and others like it persistently nagged at Gavin Hunter's mind as he made his careful way through the tangled undergrowth of the woodlands towards the duck pond. He was down o...

Everybody seemed ready to leave, which suited Gavin just fine. A slightly longer rest might have been preferable, but keeping the initiative was just as important. Plus, the sudden addition of three new people to his little band of potential resistance members was an exhilarating success in and of i...

Considering the circumstances, Gavin reflected that his speech worked about as well as it could've been expected to work. It had made Megan angry, but anger was more productive than misery. Everything else could wait until it's allotted time. He returned her smile, but his gaze was turned inwards. T...

Gavin was reluctant to let Megan go. He resisted as she pulled away, but only for as long as it took to confirm that she really was serious about wanting to be released. In a way he was glad; he wasn't sure how much longer he could've kept up a stolid facade in the face of her emotional turmoil. Whi...

Megan was crying, her tears staining the beautifully tooled leather of his expensive trenchcoat. Gavin wasn't surprised by this; he was on the verge of tears himself. But these were not tears of joy, not the kind of tears he had expected. Something is wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. For a moment, G...

Gavin's heart skipped several beats when Megan stepped into view. It hadn't been a mistake. Megan Emerson really was there, standing before him and looking as if she couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. When she spoke, it was as if he was hearing her voice through a sheet of water. White noise f...

Oh god a comedian. Kill it. KILL it. The initial bevy of responses Gavin received from the store were not the most encouraging. The male voice struck a certain cord in his memory, if only because he knew it belonged to somebody who shared a name with another of his friends. Not wanting to be burden...

Well, turns out you were right, as usual. It came as no surprise whatsoever to Gavin that other people were in the store after all. What was a surprise, however, was the way they chose to announce themselves. He had expected to be confronted inside a darkened store and had his intentions extracted ...

As they had done before, it took Gavin's eyes several moments to adjust to the omnipresent gloom of the shopping centre. It wasn't dark, not precisely, but the shadows were long and the windows so filthy that the sunlight provided intermittent lighting at the best of times. Nothing seemed to stir in...

((Gavin Hunter purposefully strides in from Red Skies, Red Hearts .)) The island was far too quiet. When one thought about SoTF, one generally thought about the deaths, the backstabbing, the desperate struggle for survival that inevitably came with accepting that the only options available to you w...