A direct hit. Ema wasn't sure how to feel about that. Her mind gave her plenty of opportunity to form an opinion, seeing fit to show her the moment of impact in excruciating detail - her own fault for staring, she could easily have looked away - so she could make a well informed decision. She didn't...

And, just like that, Ema wasn't alone. She'd perceived... something, something on the horizon, a few minutes ago. She wasn't sure what it was, and dismissed it without thinking much past It's probably a bird, or a trick of the light, or something. But that was a few minutes ago. The something had sl...

(This is pretty much for the sake of having a new thread for the inevitable death herein. Feels wrong to have it follow right on from what happened in The Guilty Ones. And I'm pretty sure there's room for at least one more thread here anyway.) [ The Guilty Ones --> Ema Ryan] Still in a light-headed...

From the look, and feel, of things, the sweet dalliance was just about drawing to a conclusion. Ema tried not to think about what that meant, instead focusing her energy on bringing that inevitable finale on, and wondering - with what little space she had left in her mind for other thoughts - what w...

Getting some movement back was more difficult than Ema had anticipated. She was used to a brief period, a few seconds at most, of being stuck in that pleasant but mostly-immobile fugue, but it always wore off quickly by itself, or quicker with focus. This time, however, no matter how concerted an ef...

A finger came to Ema's lips. Hush, it told her, nervous questions aren't sexy. Don't speak, just keep doing what you're doing. It was something she should've figured out for herself already, but, obviously, somehow hadn't managed to. So, whilst Hayley kissed yet for the umpteenth time, Ema inwardly ...

Was it ironic that this was the first time Ema had shed blood so far on the island? Was it bad that she even stopped to think about that? She decided the answer to both was probably yes, and set her thoughts back on the matter at hand. The heck do I do to follow this up? Same as she is? I guess mayb...

With very little room for doubt, Ema was having the most enjoyable experience of her short life. So why so silent? Juxtaposed against a few hundred schoolkids meeting untimely deaths whilst she just hid behind one of the people doing the killing, this seemed a little odd. It wasn't why Ema wasn't ma...

Still not comfortable. No, still miles from comfortable. So far away as to make comfortable a distant hazy dot on the horizon, an alien concept without any real meaning to Ema Ryan, whatsoever. Because no single piece of her situation was even slightly close to the norm, and pieced together, they al...

(Any and all GMing was approved, and no animals were harmed in the making of it.) Hayley had looked unsure, to begin with. Having accepted alcohol, gotten soundly drunk with it, then stripped naked and run into the ocean, it was an unusual juncture to start having second thoughts, but that's how she...

This is nice. Cold, wet, ostensibly naked in public, and surrounded by murderers. Perhaps the last part was exaggerating, but paranoia's pretty justified when about 50% of the people that were alive six days ago have been killed by their peers. But regardless of all these things, Ema felt nice. It ...

From the sounds of things, the vodka was getting to Hayley already. Noticing this, Ema was rather surprised she still seemed to be thinking so clearly. Maybe she just thought she was, or something. There wasn't much future in pondering that one for too long, the very concept gave rise to a dull ache...

With the way her mind worked, Ema was appreciating the reversal in the situation before it truly started. Hayley certainly had a reputation, and had even tried to jump the late Kyle's bones twice on the island already, to Ema's knowledge. At least, she assumed that was what was supposed to happening...

Unsure what to make of the laugher, Ema just smiled through it, deciding to be glad her impromptu quote had been so well received. It was supposed to be witty, after all, and while she had much more experience with alcohol, Hayley probably wasn't much less intoxicated than she herself was. And her r...

"Yeah. Yeah, I've definitely got some left, I mean, I've barely had any, I'd totally forgotten I had any until now, really-" Hayley was grinning like a fool, clearly even more excited by the idea of alcohol than Ema herself. Probably wasn't thinking along the same lines yet. Must really l...