No, she didn't have to get up. She could, of course, a freshly dead corpse wasn't all that different from how they looked inside movies, so it wasn't really all that disgusting or horrifying as long as you focused on how fucking accurate those movie corpses were. And Asuka had gotten through those m...

((Asuka continued from Mystic River)) The finale was over in an instant. Asuka watched numbly as Scout walked forward, flipped Alvaro over, watched as one died and the other became a killer and then the other girl dissolved into tears. So this is how it feels like to be mentally traumatized. She had...

((Asuka Takahara and Audrey Reyes continued from If That's Who I Am, Then I'll Fight Who I Am )) Predictably, they'd ended up doing nothing, fallen asleep in the corner of the room, as far from the corpse as possible. Asuka hadn't had the guts to move it, or to ask Audrey to move it. Nobody gave eno...

"It's--not--" She stopped. Of course she wasn't going to tell him it wasn't his fault. She wasn't all that, she didn't know what the fuck she was doing and if a weaponless boy shorter than her thought he could've done something to change the way that turned out then she wouldn't be able to...

This was your goal, right? Playing psychiatrist? It's what she'd wanted, what she'd craved from the beginning. A meaningful conversation. Fucking sweet. Except the guy was crying, and Asuka didn't know what to say. A pack fell on the ground. Time after time, Asuka found herself using nonverbal commu...

Asuka grimaced. Or she made a face that approximated what she thought a grimace looked like. "Fuck, I hope not. Life and death and last days on earth and that shit, you'd think people would have better things to do than go and be sitcom assholes." Not that Asuka watched sitcoms. Probably s...

Okay. Sure. Less believable things had happened in the past couple of days than a guy freaking out because he lost track of his friends. Besides, she didn't know the whole story. Maybe he heard their names on the announcements. That'll fuck you up, hearing that your friends were dead or murderers. S...

Right when she was done with people, too. That's okay. She can adjust her mindset quickly. But then she opens her mouth and no she can't, because she has no idea what to say. Because it looks like the guy's not gonna finish his question, and she just wants to be sure, like, really sure, exactly what...

Well. Here we are. Time to add another layer of hell, because the previous one just wasn't doing the trick. She's going down the rabbit hole. Lose your mind and never come back. It was gonna be one of those experiences. You go in, hallucinate for a while, and then when you come out everything is all...

Well. At least Megan knew that she wasn't overreacting to meeting Blaise. At least she knew that she wasn't being unreasonable for wanting out. As her breath quickened and the color drained from her face, Megan asked herself: what the hell had Blaise been thinking? Yes, there was scarcely anything e...

Zen was right. It was like a party. With all the baggage that entailed. Megan took a deep, shuddering breath, a breath that said 'I'm not sure I want to be here but I'm here so let's try to put a brave face on, okay, girlie? Let's do our best to have a good time and then we can go home and plug in o...

For Megan's mom, spring had come like a long, slow sigh of relief being exhaled at last. Perfect, idyllic, lovely. Megan herself was pretty much apathetic--well, not quite, she liked spring too much to be apathetic towards it, but she didn't really like it any more than she liked winter. She liked s...

Name: Megan Summers Gender: Female Age: 18 Grade: Senior School: George Hunter High School Hobbies and Interests: Fandom, religion, reading, jazz piano Appearance: Megan is a short, scrawny Caucasian girl, standing at 5'1" and weighing 101 pounds. Her dark brown hair is parted in the middle an...