((continued from SHSL Lucky Student ))

This was real, huh?

What a punchline. What a freaking punchline.

Part of Connie anticipated the swerve, the last second rug pull. Somebody had got their hands on the right piece of kit and decided that the field was thin enough to make their play. Called out ...

((continued from Heat Up ))

Connie bunkered down in the cellar for as long as she dared, eyes stinging and throat scratching, closing up a millimetre at a time. If her visitor from earlier was staking her out, then Connie was at least going to try her patience. Make it inconvenient, you know ...

Connie's eyes remained fixed on the stairs. If someone—Connie felt as though she recognised the voice but who knew at this point—came strolling down with a shotgun, then what next?

She could almost picture it. Camera focused on her face, maybe a shot cutting back and forth to the steps. Heavy ...

Connie's head snapped towards the stairs.

She was in a bit of a reverie, didn't hear the footfalls, only the call out.

A fresh smirk spasmed its way across her face.

"So is your shotgun named Evie?" she shouted back. "Not sure which thing I'm supposed to be afraid of! Also if I just walk out ...

Connie is gonna dip!

Instantly, she cracked up, bursting into peals of laughter. The sound echoed back, hollow and desperate.

"You with the hair dye? It's just me here, dude!" Connie ran a hand through the bird's nest passing itself off as hair. "Can you even tell it's dyed right now? I figure it looks like dirt for ...

((Connie continued from Desire For Execution ))

Connie's eyes gleamed, reflecting firelight.

After all these days. Perfect .

The cellar was a fifty fifty at first glance. Connie had found it almost by accident, creeping through the church with an uncomfortable feeling of being watched, and then ...

((Connie continued from Salted Field ))

"Aw dude are you for real?"

The words sprang unbidden from Connie's mouth.

At this point, she didn't know if she was having a genuine reaction, or the reaction she'd built up for herself. When had the line got so blurred? Was there even a difference any ...

((Connie continued from Beautiful Dead ))

As she trudged through the snow, Connie's head suddenly rose. The announcement was playing.

Eight tenths of the way through the broadcast, her voice began to echo through the wilderness.

"You have got to be fucking—you assholes! Do you have any idea how ...

((continued from What Do We Do Now? ))

He was out of time.

Norbert had spent the better part of ten days trying and trying to find any shred of evidence to support his theory about the collars, and had failed every last attempt. All he had to go off was that very first detonation he witnessed from ...

Connie barely nodded to acknowledge Ellis's departure. She'd spent hours stuck in that pair's company, and if it wasn't for the fact it finally felt as if opportunity and locale had aligned, she'd have ditched the lab long before now.

This station had been her camp for far too long. She was sick of ...

The longer Norbert remained, the worse an idea he knew that it was.

Reasoning was great. He'd been using reason—and realistically more than a little hope—to guide him all this time. If it wasn't for reason, talking Trinity down wouldn't have worked. Logical problems were the best kinds to solve ...

"Kay bye."

Connie did not care if they came back in the least.

In fact, it was preferable.

Hello! I would like to request an extension of five days, please.

I am currently moving/emigrating and while I was under the impression I would get internet pretty immediately at my new place, it actually took a few days. I've not been able to get properly online until today since last Friday, and ...