Mark didn't even move. He just watched as the kid pulled out his gun, and fired at Jacks. He wanted to tell him not to, wanted to tell him that that would be one of the stupidest things he could do, but he couldn't even talk. He was paralyzed, already in fear from the anticipation of what would come...

Jonathan had his head against the wall, and listened as the situation got worse and worse. More and more people drew out their guns, all of them issuing threats and intimidation. It was insanity, really. Those other guys said they didn't want a fight... so why were they drawing them? Jonathan laughe...

((OOC: Just wanted to note: Jonathan is behind the barracks Mark is in. That barracks is specifically being used as a barrier against Bobby, who's right next to the SADD barracks... Meaning that all you guys who just came to SADD would not have your guns trained on Jonathan, nor even be able to see ...

Mark watched as they picked up one of the cots, and started bringing it over to the door. He heard them talk, heard the boy make his little stoner reference. He heard Denise laugh at that. Clearly, the two of them had a connection with each other that they simply didn't have with him. They hadn't ev...

Mark looked out the window, and focused on trying to see everything. The girl was right to be worried- if they were going out, they had to make sure it was safe out there. And Mark saw something that definitely made him rethink the 'safe' aspect of going outside. "Yeah, I see something. I see f...

Shit! Bobby had seen him... And now he was pointing the gun at Jonathan. Two guns, both at a range where they could do damage- not a good mix. Jonathan wasn't foolish enough to see how this one played out. "Alright, Bobby, I'm going- I'm not in the mood for dying right now, and I doubt you are ...

Goddamn it... What did I do?! Why are you so friendly with that girl, and yet, all of a sudden, it's me, Mark Tavarian, psycho killer?! That's what Mark wanted to say, but he quickly suppressed that notion. As satisfying as it might sound right now, he knew it would only make matters much worse. &q...

((Mark Tavarian, continued from The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Reg )) Mark was doing what he did best- watching. He had gone from the jungle to a new area, the barracks, or so it was called. He saw another kid walk in, his hair dripping water from the rain. Mark had mostly ignored the rain- it had...

((Start: B103)) Mark had been wandering in the jungle for days now. He wasn't lost, no- he could have easily found his way out, had he wanted to. He was hiding, from the people, and the violence. At first, he had thought that nobody would do it. How could you kill your own friend? Somebody you'd kno...