Clayton had his eyes tightly shut as he was on the ground. He responded to the incoming footsteps much like a small child would: closing his eyes and hoping everything would just go away. Clayton wasn't a brave boy. And yet......it worked. They all left. The footsteps faded down the stairs, each fil...

Clayton had acted exactly once today. In his action, he attempted to help someone. Instead, he hurt her. He was doing a lot of listening now. He simply listened to the conversation inside. Then he heard it. A loud, screeching snap of metal. Silence, then the distant, harsh clatter on the ground far ...

He wasn't too sure why he did so, but Clayton began to very, very carefully inch his way across the hallway. He might later dissect this plan, thinking of why he thought it up. The best answer he could come up with is a desperate need for safety. He was alone and scared. Regardless of what he though...

Things hadn't changed much in the seconds that Clayton was hidden. It was a lot of talking; he tried to pay attention to it, but a combination of indistinct voices and paranoia that someone might sneak up on him (thus dividing his attention) kept him from learning anything useful. Girl voices and bo...

((Clayton Leven continued from Sleep, My Dear )) Clayton wasn't paying much attention to where he was going. Honestly, it was a miracle that he was coherent in the first place. Being dropped on an island with a bundle of explosives around your neck and being told to murder a bunch of people from you...

It.....wasn't that fun. Clayton had never been more confused or slightly terrified in his life. Flashing lights, loud sounds, and everyone flying around him like demented video game characters. He panicked. He wasn't even sure if he hit anyone before the game was over. As he hung up his gun, he look...

Clayton was confused, and maybe a little dazed as well. Bright lights flashed, music pounded, and everywhere he could hear the shouts and screams of teenagers engaged in a battle royale. Clayton finally got the urge to make a move. He lunged from his cover, never going faster than a brisk walk to ho...

Clayton had barely any clue what he was doing. Hiding in a little corner formed by two neon-lined rectangles meeting in an L-shape that the 80s would have greatly enjoyed, he simply crouched into the shadows and hoped that nobody would notice him. In spite of his video game-honed reflexes that shoul...

((Clayton Leven START.....ish)) Clayton still wasn't sure what convinced him to jump into the laser tag arena and get suited up for a game. He wasn't much of a "gun guy", and there were plenty of other games around The Castle that he could be playing. Clayton figured that trying something ...

((Clayton Leven continued from Allow Me To Begin )) There was nothing in his mind. No thoughts. No dreams. No worries. No fears. No hopes. beep beep beep beep beep He walked steadily across the threshold. All was done. He couldn't do it. beep beep beep beep beep beep Two dead in front of him. No way...

It took a fraction of a second for it to all go completely wrong. One tug, and there was some horrendous pop and scream, and Clayton felt something give inside the girl's arm. He fell back from shock, his feet scraping a little dirt over the edge of the cliff as they splayed out in front of him. He ...

((B050: Clayton Leven START)) Clayton's hand twitched subconsciously as he closed his eyes. He could see the lighthouse in his mind's eye. A typical building, but there were little details that mattered: the little black windows studded almost randomly around the shaft, the little brick hut at the b...

It was happening quickly. Jake barely comprehended any of it. He was somewhere else. Kill Rip Tear Beat Do it Something snapped over his head. It felt almost like a pillow to him. Ignore it He is not a nice man The cinderblock vibrated slightly in his hand. Blood was drawn. Use me I will solve all y...

"Hey! Drop the fucking brick, now!" A voice was heard distantly in the background, faintly ringing in Jake's ears. It was mostly disguised by his heart pounding, distracted in the heat of the moment by the impending murder . His headache was back. He turned. Big man with a beard, Garry th...

((Jake Crimson continued from Wind in the Willow )) It was an alien world. Jake had emerged from the sea of trees. Now it was a sea of stumps. Endless hunks of wood no taller than his ankles stretched as far as the eye could see. An entire section of forest had been cleared as if by magic, leaving n...