"My name is Nick and.......ah.....and......" Goofy grin, polite-yet-awkward response, looking rather like he felt out of place? Apparently Nick was far less of a threat than Ema had appraised him as being. Maybe not a gentle giant, so to speak, but certainly gentle enough that he probably...

Yeah, so the display things were a bust. Popcorn, nachos and such? Dry and stale and so unappetising that Ema didn't even need to try any to be quite certain they weren't fit for human consumption. The things growing in the ice cream, likewise, didn't bear thinking about. She could conceivably shoot...

[ Et dans ces instants, j'aimerais être comme toi par moment --> Ema Ryan] The trip from the far-western reaches of the logging road all the way back to the sawmill was a shorter one than Ema anticipated. Maybe it was adrenaline, still running like wildfire through her veins and nerves alike, but s...

Seconds passed slowly. Ema couldn't bring herself to look down just yet. She'd baulked at the sight of a bullet wound covered by clothes, and previously spent days unable to shake the image of Sapphire's newly aerated skull from her mind. So, after what she was quite she she'd just done to Meredith,...

It worked. Against all odds, in spite of everything, it worked. Anger, adrenaline, carrying a really heavy bag around for a few years, Ema Ryan didn't know what to pin it on, but her upper body strength had been enough to not just wind her attacker, but push her away entirely. Meredith backed up, in...

An uneasy silence descended. Neither of the students seemed to know what to do, standing in place, one aiming a gun, the other being aimed at. To many still alive, the way to proceed should be obvious, Ema should open fire, aim for the chest to compensate for a lack of accuracy, hope one of the bull...

Just because Ema had no words to say, that was no guarantee there wouldn't be a reply. The fact that Hayley was dead should've guaranteed it, of course, but apparently not so. No, from the direction Ema misperceived as being below her, came an unfamiliar voice, which she duly misinterpreted as being...

[ The Girl With the Thorn in Her Side --> Ema Ryan] Yet again, Ema Ryan found herself on that same bridge, staring into that same river. Not the same water, though, she caught herself thinking, maybe aloud, maybe not. The border between thoughts and words was becoming blurred for her, she could rar...

"Greynolds here," Bluh. Ema sat up, bleary eyed, looking around for the source of the obnoxious noise that had woken her up. Oh yeah, that was right, she was still right where she'd always been, in that place that made her feel almost like she'd never been anywhere else. True enough, noth...

[ Ever Since We Met... --> Ema Ryan] The sun was already on its final descent into the horizon by the time Ema finally left that bridge behind. Once she sat down on the cold stone, and began staring into the river, it became almost impossible to move. She could move her limbs well enough, but the m...

[ Destroya --> Ema Ryan] Yet another difficult short walk, in such a short period of time. Ema certainly was having a lot of those. Like being The Doctor, only instead of running down corridors all the time, she's trekking across an island 24/7. She held back a laugh at the comparison, disgusted wi...

This wasn't supposed to be so hard. Ema was supposed to be an ice cube, for Hayley's sake, for her own sake, and just get this over with so neither had to suffer any longer. She was supposed to put that whole "disconnected" thing to good use and just pull the trigger and accept what it mea...

Somewhere out there in the real world, Hayley was crying as well. It took a while for Ema to become aware of this fact because, after what she'd just said, she couldn't quite look at the other girl. Because she was certain that the "too" had been entirely warranted, that the feeling was mu...

Things went from bad to worse in very short order. Where trying to get back up had brought on coughing blood and what looked like bleeding from her chest, Hayley now didn't even seem to be able to move at all. Even what looked like attempting to curl up into a ball only resulted in yet more of that ...

[ Who Died and Made You King of Anything? --> Ema Ryan] The walk was one hell of an effort. On Hayley's part, there was the obvious, she was horribly injured, she was in a lot of pain, and from the rate her pace seemed to gradually get ever slower, it was getting worse as time went by. But they did...