[I'll take that PM as kill-permission. >.>; PM me if you want me to change it. This is your character's death anyway. Bug me until you like it. >.>; *corny theme song plays* At Asano's Death and Kill Posts, Inc., We Strive For Customer Satisfaction~] As she turned, and Drew saw the blood rushing fro...

[All right, if I can't do this/you don't want me to do this, IM or PM or something-M me and tell me, and I can do a quick edit] At her comment about chivalry, he wasn't sure whether the feeling rising in his chest was guilt or anger. He felt like yelling something like 'Chivalry?! Chivalry would hav...

[This post is begging me to make it like Toby. Damn Drew's...not-Toby ness >_<] Cue another step back. And another. He took steps to the side as well, positioning himself beside Scott. Not behind, certainly not in front, but just beside him. It was surreal. The boy he'd almost shot was backing him u...

Come on, give me the gun. ...don't make me take it from you. Drew took a step back, her words echoing in his mind. His finger was back to tracing the grip of his pistol, but instead it was joined by his middle finger. And ring finger. He didn't like being approached, not in this way, not about a fi...

Drew watched as the other guy of the group went inside the helicopter, and as that boy found his 'weapon,' Drew found himself unconsciously tracing a finger along the pistol's grip. He didn't even know why. Hell, he didn't know he was doing it. The only thing he knew was that he was being asked to t...

((Continued from: Memory Lane )) {Coming from ...yeah. See above. ">>} Drew followed Cassie into the area, and the first thing that struck him as odd was the helicopter crashed in the field. In fact, Drew's thoughts had been something related to this: God, karma hates me. This is gonna be a gr...