((Omar is being handled as per James' request/instructions upon departure. Everything done with him is approved by all handlers involved)) Omar sat, sat and watched the night. He heard the chaos and confusion near him, of course. It was impossible not to. But he didn't let it bother him too much, di...

((Keith Christoph continued from Woods of Paranoia )) The air on the mountain was cooler, crisp. It would have seemed rather nice when compared to the duff-filled air of the darkened woods, except there seemed to be something odd about it. Keith couldn't really put his finger on it, but as he trekke...

She missed. Didn't matter. She had his attention. He was focusing his rage on her, all on her. It was the least she could do. It was all she could do for Zach now. Give him a chance to get clear. With her legs injured, the grim reality was that she was doomed. Her chances at making it out of here we...

She was looking for trail mix. It wasn't very hopeful. The shelves were pretty bare, and had clearly already been ransacked, stripped of most anything useful. Zach was off looking for something else. It was okay. The store was empty. No one would want to linger here. It was not particularly defensib...

((Samya Franklin continued from Refraction )) Zach was talking to the cameras. He was here, though, with Samya again, so he could talk to whatever he wanted to, however he felt like doing so. At least his speech was usual for him. He wasn't going crazy, just letting off some steam. If this was what ...

As the shots scattered around her, Lucy shrieked. Someone was shooting at them, shooting at her. Trying to kill her. They were trying to kill her, and she didn't even know why. It was sheer luck that saved her life. Had she been a bit quicker, dived reflexively one way or the other, she might have m...

Hey, ET, we'd really appreciate it if you stuck somewhat close to post order so that everyone gets a chance to respond. Thanks.

The others split, and, given the creepy corpse thing Morgan had going on, Frankie was fine with that. She decided to head out too, maybe find somewhere to lay low without latent psychopaths. Besides, she had to wait, had to listen to the announcements to find out the truth about Ily. So she headed b...

Hey, everyone! Just a friendly reminder that the thread limits in areas exist for a reason (namely, keeping areas uncluttered and from containing more characters than they logically should). In this case, the limit is supposed to be two threads. Given that both the other threads in the area contain...

Everything was moving far too quickly for Francine. One second, she was watching. A boy flew out nowhere, kicking Phil in the back of the head. This was chaos. Disorganized madness. Then there was the voice, whispering to her. Break it up? "What?" Francine said, and then she had been shove...

((Francine Moreau continued from Death is not a Game )) It was evening, and Francine was tired. She had tried to follow Aaron's group, but had lost them somewhere along the way. She'd lost track of Lily and Rekka, too, and found herself unable to double back and reconnect with them. So now, she was ...

He wasn't stupid like Jimmy. He certainly wasn't batshit insane like Jimmy, either. If Keith knew what was good for him (and he could trust the fact that he DID), he knew that his best chance of survival was to get the hell out of here. His lack of a desirable weapon meant that, in order to get anyt...

As the flow of students steadily decreased, Nate continued to glance around, making sure there were no unpleasant surprises in store. Not a single killer or player had seen fit to grace his beach. It was a real pity, too. He'd been ready to make his point with bullets, ready to smoke some smug fucke...

"Good," Nate replied to Garrett with a grin. "If it looks like shit's about to go down, I'll make sure you get something better. In the meantime, you can use that to nab anyone unfriendly who comes by and kick 'em until someone with a gun gets there." Garrett wandered towards the...

It didn't take long for someone to show up, luckily. Waiting made Nate a bit nervous. He was feeling a little twitchy, feeling a little like maybe there were better things he could be doing with his assault rifle than just standing around holding it. He was feeling just the littlest bit regretful th...