"That's like, a hazard. I think."

Kathleen didn't particularly care either way.

no longer need pitches :3

need pitches :3

John had heard others, and weighed going over to introduce themselves. Stranger danger, though. And, well...feels like a lot more than a few. More like a many. John was never good at ascertaining the amount of people in a crowd, and how to differentiate it from a group (smaller) and a party (bigger)...

(Coming in from a very Nope situation..)) John was coming from nearby. Just..walkin' around. They started to feel bad about not really talking with their partner in crime. Not really, more survival. Anyways.. There seems to be people nearby, and John gets a bit...well. They hang back. And wait for t...

"Normally his humor is a cut above the rest, but he's having some trouble, so I'll take a stab at it." Kat jumped when Ellis yelled, but quickly came down and her mind went into autopilot - and instead of choosing fight, flight, or freeze, she chose funny. Kat basically looked over Ellis' ...

(((John noped out from one situation...)) John tried to simply walk from the situation. They weren't one to just walk away from their problems, but when the situation arose they definitely were one to walk it off. Literally. They would sometimes leave friends for a good 10 minutes to go around the b...

((Kathleen followed Ellis.)) Kathleen started to worry for Jack. To the point it started to affect her. At least she was out of the danger zone, no more danger here. Well, if you really think about it, this entire god forsaken place was a danger zone. I mean, shit, we are talking about a death game....

"I-I just need-"

John would exit the room.

"Just to get out of this room."

((And John stepped out for air.))

He never came back. And that fact would stick with Kat for...forever. Unless they found him. "What's that thing? After 24 hours to call the police? Maybe we should start like...looking for him? Since there's no cops here, that is. So.." Kat looked nervous to leave but...well... "...We...

"I think we should dip - out of respect - but-"

But there might be something we need. This guy is dead and we need to live. I need to live.

The thought makes John sick to their stomach.

"Lets - can I at least step out? You can look, I just need fresh air."

This would elicit a smile from Kat's lips, and a small chuckle. "Wow, I mean, that's very impressive. Where would you even begin to learn that? Who teaches that? I mean, I learned some cool talents from YouTube, but I can't imagine you could that kind of skill off YouTube. Seems more...uh."...

"No matter what answer I give, or you give, none of it feels super...original, yeah? But then again, what is originality? Can anyone truly be different? Eugh. Philosophy..."

Don't nerd out now, Kat. You might scare them off.

"You're a ventriloquist?"

"Oh, huh-" And then they saw it. For a moment, John didn't consider to be a them, a who. But an it. It was an object. An entity. A prop. A thing. This was nothing like LiveLeak. Nothing like those seedy gore websites you'd look at when you were 12, innocent, curious and ready to be traumat...

"Pssht. I never really thought about it. Immortality would be sad, since you'd watch people you love die...but maybe it'd also be cool since your enemies can't meaningfully hurt you anymore. You wouldn't age a day, but they'd grow old and crusty." She thought about it some more. "Not ...