He was almost there.  It was almost over.  He almost didn't need to think about Owen ever again, didn't even need to pay attention to what he was saying... That was how Edgar leapt back about a foot and froze in terror when Owen pointed his knife at him. A couple of tense seconds passed, in which no...

Oh God.  Here it came.  Here were the questions, the suspicion, the entirely correct feeling that something about Edgar wasn't quite right. "Uh... no thanks, I'm... I'm fine, really..." Get out of here, now! An alliance, indeed.  A murder plot, more like.  No, Edgar's place was away from t...

Edgar snatched the bottle out of Owen's hand, considerably more forcefully than he had intended to.  Making his own arm move at all was a challenge.  By now Owen must have noticed he wasn't his usual self.  He was going to notice something was up, he was going to figure it all out on the spot, and h...

The explanations and introductions were done and out of the way.  Edgar had to endure only a few more viciously barbed comments thrown his way before they could get down to what he was subjecting himself to this for in the first place. He was sure Owen didn't mean it.  But funnily enough, as Owen de...

Edgar listened quietly to Owen's reply, not moving his eyes, trying not to move anything at all apart from his teeth, which gradually clenched tighter together as every sentence out of Owen's mouth made him feel increasingly like shit. If anything, it sounded as if Owen had had it much worse than he...

So, it was Owen Kay, he was on his own, he had something Edgar needed, and he was totally fine with Edgar coming over to get it.  Operation: Exploit Your Friends While Stabbing Them In The Back was set to be a complete success. God, he really was no better than Travis, was he? There was still time. ...

Oh holy mother of shit. Edgar recognised the voice from its first stuttered syllable.  It was pretty damn recognisable.  And then it just had to go and twist the knife a bit more by daring to utter his own name, as well as the name of its owner no fewer than two times. All the emotions he thought he...

((Edgar Tolstoff continued from An Ironic Choice of Scenery )) Edgar had no idea where he was going.  He had no idea where he wanted to go, except his preference was that it would be a place without Travis in it.  And he barely had any idea where he was. He wished he'd studied his map in more detail...

Un-Persona wrote:Anyway, Francis' body has actually been moved to the classroom on the first floor nearest to the stairs.

Aaaargh, shit.  I could've sworn I'd read that post properly.  Aspects of continuity fucked up: 1.

And Francis St. Ledger's body is (still) lying at the bottom of the stairs.

(What's going on here?  Is it Coordinated Notable Changes Updating Night or something?)

Was this it?  Had he escaped - perhaps not unscathed, but at least escaped? Travis telling him he'd made the right choice only served to remind him of the choices he'd made. Travis telling him he was free to go only made him wonder if he'd ever be free of what he'd done. He dared not move, convinced...

Had he got away with it?  Was it worth it?  Was he going to live long enough to feel some of the consequences of his recent actions? Travis didn't answer for a while.  Edgar's fate hung precariously in the balance as the two boys stared at each other in silence, his heart rate steadily increasing wi...

This was it. This was perhaps the most important speech of his life. He probably should've studied creative writing more. He was leaning heavily on his own personality, his methodical way of speaking, and the authoritativeness honed from years of public speech-giving to carry him through. He was als...

Triple shit on a cock pancake.  Had he really been that conspicuous about it? If Edgar hadn't already been almost swimming in adrenaline, his body might have involuntarily tensed up.  But he didn't have any more fear to give.  This situation was getting worse and worse by the second, and there was n...

Shit.  Shit.  Shitting shit. He wasn't sure why he'd expected Travis to buy that.  At the very least, he'd have had to eat and drink, right?  Was there any way out of this which wouldn't involve him getting robbed and/or killed? There was no escape.  There was nowhere to run which wouldn't take him ...