"Sharon just stole them and ran. Can't blame her." Cyrus looked around the tool shed, picking up a shard of glass. He grabbed the duct tape again, wrapping some around the duller end. As quick as he could, he grabbed his ice axe and began hacking at the nearest empty shelf. Picking up a ja...

This wouldn't work. Sharon would follow and kill them all, or someone will have been given a note and see it as an opportunity. Feigning remorse, Cyrus frowned. "Poor girl, she doesn't think that she'll make it through this. Wants to give these notes to as many people as possible for the off ch...

Zipping the tape around the glass shards one last time, Cyrus raised the ersatz spear up and smiled. "Broomstick should hold, glass shards might break off inside of someone...that'd be both good and bad. The shock of seeing the shards go in, but not out could buy the precious few seconds to esc...

Cyrus sighed deeply, shaking his head. Everyone who died, he didn't know them too well. He might've helped a few of them with projects or relationship problems. The morbid truth was that they all needed to die. "I'm sorry to say, all, but if they weren't killed we would all be dead. They said a...

Cyrus stared quizzically at the girl shouting obscenities at him. From the second he heard her screaming outside, to the second she started screaming in her face, he felt sorry for her. Not that he would say it to her face, of course. The situation was tense enough without Cyrus appearing to hold hi...

"Okay, I'll look out. Look out for one second. Just a second-half a second, even-OKAY, SHE SAW ME." Cyrus wasn't panicking yet, per say. He sighed, crawling slightly under the couch. "Just have to look under the couch, pull up the skirt, and...okay, they shouldn't be able to see me.&...

((BO72: White, Cyrus: START)) "Survival of the Fittest. I had oh-so-hoped this thing wasn't going to be back..." Cyrus looked down at the duffel bag, still unopened. "Do I really want to know what's in there?" "You see, the point of the game is to be the last one standing. ...

Cyrus huffed, waving a hand out dismissively and leaning back. He continues listening to the conversation until finally someone mentions a topic he seems interested in. He raises a hand. "In my opinion, while the others have been correct in their assumptions of the book being religiously orie-&...

(( Cyrus White : Pregame Start)) Cyrus sighs, leaning on his left elbow as his gloved hand cradled the uncaring expression on his face. Despite his bored expression, he had been paying close attention to every word being said, especially once religion had been mentioned. He had hoped it wouldn't com...

Cyrus smiled at Aileen, dusting off his slate-colored waistcoat. He had decided to dress a tad less formally than a few of his other classmates, wearing a waistcoat and tie with his dress shirt and pants. He was also, predictably, decided to dress simpler than his date. He chose to go with just a na...

Cyrus chuckled softly as she hugged him, keeping his smile after she left. He sat back down, turning around in his chair.
"Moloch, whose factories dream and croak in the fog!"

[Cyrus White continued elsewhere.]

He pulled the screwdriver out, placing it to the side and closing the hatch to the clock. He smiled, turning the clock right-side up. "Done. But yeah, I'm willing to go with you. Not like I have anyone to go with." He got up from his chair. "That is, if you're okay with me." He s...

Cyrus shrugged and pulled the chair out from under the desk. He sat down and turned the clock over, opening up the hatch on the back. He chuckles a bit more. "Aileen, this clock is fine. You just knocked some hooks and latches out of place." He reached into the clock with both hands, movin...

Cyrus looked over the clock, running a hand over the frame. "Hm. Okay, first off, how did you break it?" He remained focused on the clock, his eyes never leaving it's carved wood. "I'll be sure to help you with your personal troubles right after, so don't worry about it." He look...

Cyrus opened the door, noticing the girl before him was holding a clock as well as a large amount of stress. He sighed, looking over the clock. "Do you want me to fix the clock, your personal problems, both, or just come to introduce yourself?" He turned around, looking at a clock mounted ...