Neat idea.

Wendy.

Could I still play?

Looks like the eviscerated body of Naomi Bell is in one of the apartment hallways.

Man, not this again. "Cam, wait." It's what he wanted to say, but Camilla Davidson had already stormed off dramatically into the horizon, leaving Kyran a bit dumfounded at her overreaction. Kyran sighed, and then sat back down on the swing set, shaking his head once or twice before shruggi...

"Whatever."

[[Kyran Dean Continued From: Joy of Repetition - Kills You .]] Hunting. His voice trailed as he very softly repeated the word Cammy had just said. Was she really proposing what he thought she was proposing? Kyran sat silently on the other swing next to Camilla, swaying slightly forward, hoping he wo...

Looks like Brian Zhdanovich's corpse is hidden in the bushes in the yard of one of the fancy houses, right below the railings of a balcony.

What the hell did she just say? No, he didn't believe her. She was on meltdown mode and she was talking a whole bunch of nonsense. This was the part he was to say it was all okay, correct - to console them, to understand them, but frankly no, it wasn't. He could not stand the wailing of these women....

Alright, sure. They ran into trouble. That was good enough, the answer would suffice, so Miles let it be, because he was too preoccupied with his own problems to really have the time to care about what happened with Stacy and Rachael too much. They wanted to leave immediately, but Miles made it clea...

What a stupid question to ask. It was so stupid, that Miles didn't bother answering Stacy's inquiry out loud, not even with any sarcastic response about how dumb it was. Instead, he placed a palm to his face and shook his head, letting loose something halfway between a groan and a sigh. Well, he wou...

"N--" Never-mind. It was the last thing Miles heard Joe say before the clattering of panicked footsteps switched from the carpet to marble flooring. There was also the sound of a door or window slamming open as if someone was trying to make a quick get-away. That was Joe of course. He ran ...

Wait, hold on one second, what was that. Miles' eyelids and body shot up in response to Joe's ambiguous apology. His speech patterns did not help to make it easier to understand either. The sudden movement caused strain to his wounded gut, sending waves of burning pain rippling through his mid-secti...

"You need to have your speaking license revoked," Miles spat out weakly in defiance. Joe was really quite annoying. The dumb stuff he kept saying in combination with that ridiculous stutter was simply grating. He was glad he'd never spoken to this guy at length back home; because he was su...

Miles spat again on the handkerchief, crumpled it up and tossed it to the side. "Fuck off," Miles spoke up, raising his voice and using a word choice more lewd than what he usually would, but at this moment he didn't really care about being civil. He sat up, glaring back at Joe again. His ...

Miles eyes opened; surprised that Joe wasn't attacking him anymore. He was talking. Still stuttering, but much more coherent than the crazy mumbling he'd been doing just a few seconds prior. He turned Miles over, raised his foot above the wound. He wanted answers, not just revenge. "No, Chuck d...