Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Shane's head made hollow wooden noises on the floor. Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Denise was still mightily pissed, and throttling Shane felt pretty good . However, she didn't want to hurt the poor slob (much), so when he asked her to let go she did...but not before slamming his head t...

Denise had thrown herself on the ground when she saw Shane pull out his gun. Everyone's mad here! "You're damn right it's 'your bad', asshole!" she said, scrambling on her elbows and knees towards him. "You stoned sonofabith! What are you DOING?" Before she knew what was going on...

Oh, yeah. Mark. She had just assumed that if he wanted to leave that badly, he would. She wasn't going to force him to stay. Denise was no facist. However, Denise was blazed out of her mind. She didn't know what kind of ridiculous voodoo pot she was on at the moment; but it was a very good thing she...

Denise rolled her eyes at Shane's joke. What a stoner... Realizing the irony of her thought, she giggled a little. It was the closest to happiness she'd felt since the nightmare began six days ago. Now wasn't the time to be happy, though. "Let's get on that then." she agreed, and stationed...

"Let's get the hell out of here then." Denise said as she got to her feet. She felt surprisingly sober. Until she began to gather her belongings, that is. Her eyes started to feel heavier, and her senses became a little more amplified. Ah, there it is. She looked to Mark, who was closest t...

Don't let him in! Don't let him in! "OK, Mark. Come in," Denise heard herself say. You fucking dumb bitch... She relit her half-cigarette. "Think we could barricade the door with one of those cots?" Denise pointed at the wooden beds. "We need to either make this place safer...

"Yeah, probably. I took a year off before going back to do Senior year, so I don't really know anyone that well." Denise took a moment to seat herself beside her pack, resting her back against the corner where the walls met. The door was to her left. Digging through her bag, she found the ...

Hastily putting her half-smoked cigarette out on the floor ( I'll save this for after... ), Denise accepted the joint from Mr. Scruff and toked on it lightly. Nice. "Oh, our neighbours? I don't know, they haven't sent a welcoming party over just yet. There's at least 4 of them, though." Sh...

Denise's eyes lit up as soon as he removed the joint from his bag. Her new best friend. "Hey, guy...check this out." She zipped open her bag, pulling back some cloth to reveal the hare's legs. "Real food. I can cook it if we can get a fire going. Just let me hit that and you can have ...

(( OOC: okay, JB....is he in Denise's barracks or SADD's? there are more than just one building in the area.... see?))

The boy was shockingly casual-sounding, considering their situation. Denise looked him over. Noticing his gun, her interest in this unfamiliar boy tripled. He didn't appear to be on the attack, so Denise greeted him the only way she knew how.

"...Cigarette?"

((Denise, cont'd from at Dawn )) The walk to the barracks did no good for Denise's awful mood. She'd only had one cigarette yesterday, and her clothes were soaked right through to the skin. Wearing wet underwear continuously for 48 hours was enough to make her cranky, but that coupled with nicotine ...

((Denise Dupuis continued from THE AFTERLIFELULZ!)) Denise took the most direct route she could physically follow to the coastline, hoping that at the very least she could catch Andrea there ( and alive, please ). Arriving at the caves, Denise's heart leaped as she recognized Andrea and two other gi...

"Yeah, this is all my stuff." Becky raised her hands in the air, indicating that she had nothing. "As for walking, I'll be fine," she said, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her heart was fluttering nervously. What if they missed Ryan on their way? What would they do if some...

Stunned, Becky took the boots from Kathy. "Thank you," she barely managed to whisper as she studied them, almost in disbelief. Gingerly, she reached for the socks, which were still in Kathy's hands. As she slid them carefully over her newly-bandaged feet, she reflected on how lucky she was...