((Denise continued from Dork of the Manatee )) It didn't take long for Denise to get ahold of herself once they got into the tougher parts of the jungle. Being a person of a sensible nature, she knew that crying would be the last thing to help her get off the island. Also, she didn't want Elizabeth ...

Denise smirked. It wasn't a matter of willing, it was necessity. Her daughter was not going to be orphaned if she could help it. Fucking smug asshole. "Time to cut this shit out," she said to no one in particular. She ripped a strip of fabric from the bottom hem of her black RUSH t-shirt, ...

"You can stay with us if you like." No, Denise didn't like. But it didn't look like she had much choice. She was rather sure that trying to leave would make the twins attack. Or they could be inviting her along to gain her trust and get an easy kill. Who the fuck knows, anyway? Travelling ...

The water was like balm on Denise's frayed nerves. Slowly things began to come into focus. It wasn't Kathy who kneeled in front of her. It was Elizabeth Priestly, a girl on the swim team. Denise took a moment to recognize her. She hardly knew anyone at school, but Elizabeth had never done anything t...

The roaring in Denise's ears became voices. Len had raped Kathy again. She could hear her screaming and crying. Kathy was calling her name. Why was she calling her? "Denise! Denise!" "Please...don't," she whispered weakly. "Please don't, he'll hit me too..." "Deni...

Denise was starting to wish she'd brought more than that jumbo bag of jelly beans and a couple bottles of water for the trip. In an effort to conserve her bread and water, her diet consisted mostly of, well...nothing. She ate the jellybeans only when she felt desperate for food. The bag was gone now...

The jungle seemed to go on forever. Denise looked at her compass. She knew she was going North. Well, she hoped she was going North. For all she knew, the fucking compass was broken. She had been walking West for three days before suddenly deciding to go North in hopes it was a shorter distance to w...

((OOC: Crash gave me permission to touch Trish in awful ways. Haha. Also, it's RUDE to interfere with a death scene.)) The impact of the first bullet shook Jake to his core. A blistering pain erupted in his midsection as he began to fall to his knees, hands clutching at his bloody shirt. When he lan...

((Continued from A View to a Kill )) The only thing Jake could hear as he sprinted away from the tower was his pulse slamming erratically against his eardrums. By some strange twist of luck, he found the chapel without his map, which he dropped at some point in his panic. He'd tried retracing his st...

... Colours were exploding everywhere. Denise dug her toes in the sand, and felt it slowly crawl up her feet and legs. She giggled and brushed it off. Her towel was growing, sprouting like grass, growing fur, becoming alive. "Oh, sorry!" Denise apologized as she picked her weight up off t...

Denise barely stirred at all in her sleep. ------------------------------------------------------ The lifeguards had been long gone from the beach. The sun was beginning to set as Denise laid out her blue beach towel, a joint dangling lazily from her mouth. This was going to be fun. She was there wi...

Smiling inwardly, Denise brandished her new pack of Player's lights. She had bought them for the trip, and was pleased that she had most of the pack left. She had smoked the rest of the old pack in the jungle, before the rain made it impossible to light up. She struck a match. It came from a book sh...

Denise turned around before entering the aircraft, and scanned the airfield once more. She didn't see anyone through the rain. Good enough, Denise thought, and then followed Elizabeth into the airplane. It was hot like a sauna inside. Denise felt her head get light again, and sat down in the steward...

((Denise cont'd from In Case God Doesn't Show )) Denise had fallen behind. But damn it, they couldn't have expected her to hold her bladder for that long. It was unreasonable. Small talk with Elizabeth on the way to the airfield proved what Denise had expected. That Elizabeth was a nice girl, althou...

Blankness. That was all Emma felt, a profound and deep blankness. There was still fear, but that was something she was learning to cope with. After all, she was probably going to be afraid until she died; splayed out on a bed of blood-soaked sand, preforated by bullets in several places. That was th...