Dennis turned to follow, but slowed to a stop. He turned around, looking at the dead body again. He knew this girl, he'd never talked to her too much and couldn't place a name, but the face was familiar enough. He closed his eyes as a shudder slowly made it's way up his spine, dying out in his neck....

"I don't wanna give 'em the satisfaction of playing this screwed up evolution test or whatever. Rebellion it is." Dennis nodded, pushing some of his hair aside to get it out of his face. He looked down to the corpse nearby. "And I don't think they'd kill us with the collars...at least...

(B72 is go.) Dennis checked his map again. Judging from the distance of the sun, the wind's orientation with the Pythagorean theorem, and the parabola of the sun, he was... "Completely fucking lost." He mumbled, with an eye roll. "Fun." He resisted the urge to pull on the collar ...

Oh shit. Dennis sat slumped against the wall, woken up. There was no way in a very cold hell Danya would let this go, but this was serious. Ugh, and Neil's sure to get blue-screen'd, won't that be awesome. And it'd probably take quite a bit of talking to keep everyone else from quitting. He stood up...

Dennis looked over the shiny new revised plan. It seemed fine. Any guards could just be dealt with through bullets...unsettling as the notion sounded, desperate times call for desperate measures. He shook his head to communicate his agreement, tired and unable to come up with a song metaphor. He loo...

Taking up the pencil, Dennis continued the silent conversation. Danya's crew...they're a bunch of assholes. I could very well see them telling the repair guy not to come back before the cameras are fixed. If that's the case, we could run around smashing cameras wherever he's not, and maybe delay him...

Dennis unloaded the shotgun as the guys with the rifle (And a spear gun...ouch) turned out to be friendly. Stepping inside, he put the shotgun in his bag and tossed it off to the side. He took a look around the new members(Although if they were joining their already preexisting group, would that mak...

(ACKPTH. Sorry I'm late. d: Dennis McDonald, continued from Being for the benefit of Mr. Robinson .) Dennis looked out, noting the newcomers. There were two, and- "Oh shit." "What?" Dane looked out toward the gathering, and back to Dennis. "That one over there. He's got a ri...

Dennis spit off to the side. "Yeah, you were at the tower. Where's Corbin?" He knew that one wasn't Neil's fault, but...Dennis supposed he was just looking for reasons to cast a shadow over Neil's supposedly clean conscience. This wasn't black and white. Neil was deep into grey and didn't ...

More yelling. More threats. Someone was running around. Apathy was at an all time high in Dennis' head, and he didn't bother to listen too hard. And then there was Street Fighter. "What the fuck?" He sat up, raising an eyebrow. He was hoping to keep his sanity, and weird voices from nowher...

The moment gunshots rang out, Dennis was back inside, grabbing some ammo for the shotgun. As he struggled with loading it, there was all-new gunfire. He shook his head. This had gone to hell. After bullets stopped fitting, he figured it was loaded, and waited by the door for something else to happen...

Dennis groaned, rolling his eyes as he shuffled to his feet. What a damn wonderful plan, Neil. Advertize us to the guys with guns, who probably have half a mind to give us all new ventilation to keep Danya from collaring more people. "It's way too fucking early for this..." he moaned, rubb...

Dennis' mind was going a little too fast and he started to pull the shotgun before Warren spoke up. Most of it got lost from the ears to the brain, but the gist of it survived and he dropped the gun back into his bag, holding his head with a feeble "argh". Too much was going on at once, th...

[Dennis McDonald continued from A View to a Kill ] Sigh. The metaphorical bike of SADD just had a stick of Danya thrown into the spokes. Or maybe it was a bomb. Didn't matter, this plan was undergoing serious difficulties. The first thought he had was to call his bluff; yes, Danya has more cameras t...

[Joseph Cande brought to you by Playing MacGyver ] Blood hadn't stopped dripping down Joe's arm as he walked. Since the adrenaline wore off, it really hurt, and Joe couldn't focus. He tripped over just about everything in his way, and getting up with only one arm was getting harder and harder. Once ...