Bryan knew Tori must have heard the footsteps down the hall. He licked his lips and got quietly to his feet as they got closer, his grip tightening on the handle of the shotgun. They stopped suddenly. He glanced at Tori. They began again, and he returned his attention to the door. The dampened sound...

"I doubt it," Bryan replied, getting up from his spot and shouldering the SPAS-12. He headed over to the linen cabinet across from the bathroom door, throwing it open quickly and reaching up onto a high shelf to grab a stack of extra bedsheets. He returned and threw them on the bed. He sai...

Bryan snorted at Tori's compliment, a smile playing on his lips. He'd actually been called that before--by a fellow student at Neilson's--whilst delivering hefty kicks with his shin into a curved pad held at thigh-level. He had a killer shin kick. In any case... ...Queen? The morning announcements w...

Bryan's bandages were irritating him now; he was going to change them. Leaning forward and grabbing his daypack, he withdrew the familiar first-aid pack and opened it beside him. He used the small pair of scissors inside to cut his ruined bandage open, and then after removing it completely went abou...

"Oh," Bryan responded quietly, having forgotten all about the explanation he owed her on that subject. "Well, uh..." He sat up, crossing his legs. He scratched his nose. "I ran into him on day one, over at the industrial yard. We traded shots. Never met him before that."...

The arm? Bryan held it up in front of his face and turned it to see front and back. The bandage had been soaked (again) and consequently lost its adhesiveness, but the six-day-old cut wasn't bothering him at all anymore. "It's better," he said, waving the limb in dismissal as he put it bac...

Bryan set the oft-unseparable SPAS-12 beside him on the bed as Tori sat down, taking advantage of the chance to relax. In all honesty, he could have begun tying sheets together to fashion a makeshift escape rope, but damn if he didn't need a break from all this boyscout "be prepared" shit....

Bryan followed Tori up to the room, staying sharp in case anyone else had gotten the same idea they had. It was a short route to the room, as they took the first one that was unlocked on the second floor. Bryan glanced towards the opposite end of the hallway; just beyond the stairwell door was the b...

Bryan furrowed his brow and scoffed. He was a little annoyed that she was accusing him of 'getting mad' at her, especially in light of his incredibly diplomatic response this time around. 'Irritated' was a much better word; she'd damn well know it if he was mad. Just the same, he appreciated how coo...

((continued from Bodom Beach Terror )) Bryan couldn't help but notice how hard it was to stay dry on this island. He and Tori headed inland, and Bryan was obligated to consider their destination (first he X'd out the perma-dangerzones; he would probably forget without it written down). There was wha...

Bryan felt well in control of the situation as he approached the pair, his sights trained on Seth's attacker. Walter Smith. The Walter Smith. Looked kinda familiar. Seth made a comment about Bryan's progress in the game so far, and he grunted in response, pleasantly surprised that the Fists' leader ...

((continued from Checking In )) ' 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... ' Bryan counted the steps up the stairwell as he climbed, something his ADD would often trigger ascending them at school. It took his mind off of the growing dread that this Walter asshole might have already snuffed the leader of the Fists, bu...

Bryan snorted and shook his head. "Whatever." Given the situation, he tossed his daypack on the floor in front of them and headed back through the door to the stairs. ' Makes it easier, actually, ' he thought, getting a more comfortable grasp on the SPAS-12 without having to sling his bag ...

Bryan slowly lowered the barrel of the shotgun to aknowledge that she'd put away her weapon. He did have the right to be a little suspicious though; her name had been on the morning announcements, plus she looked like she'd just performed open-heart surgery. On the other hand, his name had been on t...

Bryan approached the two from the lobby and whistled sharply to get their attention, brandishing the shotgun. "Hey Mari," he grunted, raising an eyebrow as he looked the blood-stained girl over.

"...that time of the month?"