((GMing approved by both Inky and Maraoone, though subject to some edits if need be. Additional supplies pilfered by Janie and Oscar are of the discretion of their handlers.)) Oscar had agreed pretty readily. More readily that he really should have, Ben considered, but then again Ben recruited the t...

Jesus Christ. What Janie had been through already was pretty rough. Watching someone kill themselves is seriously fucked up. Everything was seriously fucked up here.   Looking down at his bag, he made the connection. This girl had been a friend of Janie's. Janie would rightfully be offended if she s...

It was funny how quickly situations can evolve from under control to full panic in mere seconds. Not ha ha funny, mind you. More like "this shit is fucked up" kind of funny. Peculiar would be a better fit. Seconds before, Ben had Janie right where he wanted her. She was obedient, complacen...

((I am SO sorry for the delay. Consider this my one period of sluggishness for the entire RP. I'll be more frequent, pinkie promise.)) Janie opened the door, just as per Ben's command. She left her bag behind, as per Ben's command. She even stepped out and offered herself to Ben as commanded.  She w...

Ben noted the shifting, shuffling pace in the room. Initially, he'd been sure as sun smug that he'd commanded a complete stranger into obeying his order. However, the uneasier the pace became, the more Ben started to worry. Shit. This prick could be one of those dorks with a grudge. Ben started to m...

How damn ironic. The though briefly crossed Ben's mind as he crept around corners of the high school's unfamiliar hallway. It wasn't like Ben to wander around the high school corridors looking sheepishly around for the wolves in the wings. Hell, he was the wolf. He shouldn't be hoisting up his weigh...

(( B036- Benjamin Ward continued from Interstice of Time )) It wasn't like those Western movies that Benjamin Ward used to watch with his father. Those hyper-masculine cowboy movies with the tavern, those epic horseback battles, and the ultimate climax, the one-on-one pistol duel.  The real man's me...

((I'm going to have to take you up on that offer, D/N. Brianna needs an exit post between Day 1 and Day 2.)) Jesse Jennings. That's who "we" meant. When Chris Harlin had mentioned that there was a "we," Brianna's heart had skipped a beat. However, Jesse Jennings was not another t...

((Solomir offered a better suggestion about how we'll deal with the time skip. I like his idea. Let's roll with it, yo.)) As much as Ben hated Brianna, he finally found some reason in her words. The idea of escape was a fantasy, but amassing numbers was something even the most pragmatic mindset coul...

With her teeth clenched, she let the sting of Ben's causticity roll over her. On a normal day, she could feel Ben's disagreement with her hang around like an irritating gnat, biting at her haunches. Often she wanted to reach over a few desks, walk over to Ben and slap the self-righteousness out of h...

Brianna tried to contain a satisfied smile as Matt sheathed his physical arms; Ben, his behavioristic arms. The situation was still admittedly tense, but it there was a comfortable level of reprieve here. Brianna didn't think that violence would erupt now. What would she have done if it had? Fight B...

Stepping into a truculent entanglement such as this one would be one that most would find moderately to severely intimidating. Most would turn away, hoping that they could slip away while the eyes of the bigger teenager was fixated on the threatening, glistering pocket knife. An argument was clear t...

(( G074- Brianna Battaglia continued from Risoluto )) At one point, this school bus yard must have had dozens of tiny little feet racing and scampering around.Waiting around for the mid-afternoon bus to take them home, the children were probably so excited to be let out of classes for the day. Maybe...

(( G074 - Brianna Battaglia - Start )) Get up. Get up right now. A voice inside Girl #74's head urged. A lingering voice of action drowned out by the dull void inside her head. No voice countered the sole flicking beacon of light, just an absence of anything whatsoever. Empty. Vacant. If she could l...

Yasmin Carrol's corpse is hanging here. She's hung by a pillowcase in the supply closet of a classroom. Ben Ward has come in, pilfered her bag and closed the door to the closet she's hanging in.