((If any of this is too much for the game world, please tell me and I can roll it back.)) Peter becomes all too reliant on Katlin for his mental health. When he's around her, he seems as though nothing's happened, but when he's not, he has fits of extreme sleepiness and paranoia. Nightmares become c...

His legs felt numb. Sure, he had gotten more in shape than he ever had been while he was on the island, even through the lack of food, proper rest, and almost debilitating dehydration. But the workout he had gotten was one he decided he was never going to give up. His weakness was so close to a liab...

((B008: Peter McCue - One Month Later)) Peter hadn't been on a plane before. Even when his family had moved, they'd packed a Budget truck and driven halfway across the country. The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, and there was a view that anyone would be floored by if they'd never seen it be...

((Peter McCue continued from Back in St. Paul, if Just for an Evening... )) The night they had spent had been fantastic, and the last thing that he had wanted to do was face the morning light. More running for their lives. More hiding. More fretting having to make that decision, having to go back on...

((GMing permission granted from Dr. Nic. Again.)) It felt so right. Suddenly, everything just fell into place. The stars aligned, and his heart told him what he had done was right. He would have time to marvel that he had successfully analyzed a social situation for the first (and probably last) tim...

((Minor GMing hopefully approved by Dr. Nic. My IM is breaking so as soon as I get a hold of him, I will confirm.)) The meal was fantastic, especially for what it was, all things considered, and Peter frankly never wanted it to end. It almost reminded him of the campouts he used to go on. The patrol...

((Moving this along a little bit.)) Imraan's words were so soothing. While they still didn't sit quite right, in Peter's mind, that was enough. He was a friend, he wasn't a threat... right? He had to be. There was no alternative, he just plain had to be. He had people to see. How had that not crosse...

Katlin sounded so incredibly excited. She knew this boy... He really couldn't call anyone on the island a boy any more could he? Every single god damned person put through this had proved that they were, indeed, a man. Especially those who hadn't gone the route of playing this far in to the game. Th...

Her words caused a small smile to break on his face. The first one in too long that didn't feel forced. He turned a milimeter, just to feel her arms around him, her head on his shoulder with a renewed vigor, closing his own eyes and placing his own head against hers. His arm slid down to her side, w...

((Peter McCue continued from The Long Road Home )) Katlin didn't look any better for wear by the time that they began to approach their destination. A few times over the course of the journey, she had asked where, but it didn't sound like her to his ears. She sounded so broken... So distraught that ...

"Shut. Up." Cassarah, indeed, did keep on talking. She kept going on that massive moral crusade, standing on a soapbox she had no right to even own, never mind be on top of right now. She was a killer, talking down to a... well, a two time killer. But still, Jesus Christ. Hypocrisy. And i...

((All GMing approved by Dr. Nic.)) Suddenly, just like that, they were alone. The boy with the rifle had departed too. Peter finally allowed himself to let out that long held breath, nervousness washing quickly away from him. It almost looked as if the other boy had made a point to keep the rifle po...

And just as quickly as he had arrived, they were all leaving. It was obvious at least the new, approaching boy had noticed them. Peter's gaze turned to him as he watched the boy stoop and shovel something into his bag, before awkwardly shifting it on his back and departing again as if he were only a...

Well, they had finally noticed her. She heard some kind of shuffling, and from what she could see, Brendan was shuffling backwards on all fours, like some kind of wretch, some kind of bug fleeing from the foot that was about to stomp it dead. Even without being able to discern his facial features, J...

((Jacquard "Jackie" Broughten continued from Could Have Been Worse .)) It had been a long, long two days sitting down in the tunnels. After she had regained herself from the minor tantrum in the woods, Jackie had immediately fled. She couldn't believe it had taken her nearly a full week on...