At Josie's comment, Celeste just nodded, smiling a little bit in relief. So the other girl wasn't going to try and convince her otherwise and she wasn't even going to stick around. Thank God. She wouldn't bring more misfortune to another person. "Yeah...yeah you can do that..." she whisper...

Celeste hadn't moved, just staring him down. She was breathing heavier than normal, but that was to be expected, given the current situation. But aside from that, she showed no reaction to having a gun pointed at her. You can't kill me she wanted to say, but the words didn't come out, You can't kill...

(Celeste Beaumont continued from Lonely American Nights.) If Celeste had looked ugly back in the swamp a few hours ago, she looked hideous now. Mud and all sorts of gunk stuck to her body, making her once bright-red shirt a disgusting brown, and her pants and shoes were the same way. Her face was sm...

"Something?" Celeste repeated. That cold be anything. A bear-trap--they could use that, right? A house...food...some weapon buried in the sand... It'd be a good-luck charm, wouldn't it? If something was found and it was useful, the laws of nature declared it a good-luck charm, so it could ...

He just...left. Just turned and walked off. He didn't give a damn about Celeste's presence or Morgan's. Didn't try to kill them, just...said he didn't care where they went and walked off. It was almost funny. Almost. In a twisted sort of way. "Ha...ahaha..." Celeste couldn't help laughing ...

The sight of a sword pointed at her was enough of a bitchslap to make Celeste stop her screaming, though the tears still flowed down her face. She panted, throat feeling sore and raw, looking from the tip of the sword to the guy holding it. He was pointing it at her like it was a gun, or like he was...

It happened too fast. Celeste had been smiling in sheer relief one moment, feeling weak in the knees...then Tim had whipped the gun out, aimed at someone, shouting that he had the gun...She didn't blame him, what if the person he was yelling at was dangerous? And then someone was running up to them....

Celeste's head snapped up suddenly, hearing the calls. Damn, who were those people? Did they have weapons or not? Well, isn't this peachy? she thought bitterly, wiping away some stray tear that'd rolled down her cheek, getting more mud on her face. A few days ago you wanted to find people to protect...

This wasn't good. Not good at all... Everyone's voices were starting to becoming less clear, more like random noise and echoes. Gloria didn't know much about medicine, but she did know that if one's head was in pain and one couldn't quite understand people's words, then it was a very bad sign. "...

Her foot stuck again, and she ended up pulling it out of her shoe when she tried to free herself. With a loud, frustrated cry, Celeste just dropped to her knees, not caring if she ruined her jeans or not. They were too far gone anyway, so what the hell would worrying do? I must look horrible, Celest...

There was too much going on at once just then. People were shouting, screaming, crying--too many new voices, Gloria didn't dare look up or roll over to look at who they all belonged to. Her head was killing her by now, he arm hurt so much and it felt too warm and there was more of the warmth-- stick...

[[Celeste Beaumont continued from "The Gods Hate Us" ]] Fuck life. Fuck everything. Just...fuck... Celeste trudged through the muck, her feet nearly coming right out of her shoes a few times when she got stuck. At one point she'd lost her balance after pulling her foot out and ended up pla...

[[Brief GMing permitted by KamiKaze]] Gloria tried to smile--getting a pretty shaky, twitching one because she was crying, but it was a smile. Michael was smiling at her, so it was right to smile back, right? "Y-Yeah, o...okay...c-c-areful..." she whispered, nodding as she wiped her face a...

Celeste had never been happier to see sunlight. She let out a loud cry of jubilation, arching her back a bit and stretching her arms over her head with a laugh. "Ohhh, thank God. Thanks a ton, Pandora, seriously." She lowered her arms, glad to be out of the tunnel, the dark and dampness an...

She flinched, looking back at Michael as he spoke to her, then to the gun. "S-Sorry...'m sorry..." she whispered, lowering the weapon. Her hand holding the gun went to her side, dangling limply. "Sorry...." she repeated. What'd she do that for? Granted she hadn't meant to hit any...