"It's nice to meet you as well, Peter. I'm pretty sure I've seen you before, you went to Hobbsborough, right? Mrs. Saranna's homeroom?" Ernest smiled a strange little smile. He'd never been one for social cues, but it was pretty obvious that they liked eachother, even to him Gays didn't bo...

Ernest ran over to Andi, somewhat apalled by the whole debacle. It was pathetic in some senses. Ernest had been unable to save two people already. It was rather unfortunate, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. Life always got in the way of his plans. "Andi! Are you alright?" Ernest yell...

"Ahem." Ernest gave his most winning smile as he tapped Matthew on the shoulder and passed him a note, "I'm afraid I don't know you... My name is Ernest." --- Ernest had nodded to Andi and walked to the back door. He carefully unlocked the door and opened it silently. He ghosted ...

"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw... this is NOT going to be a good day." "My sentiments exactly," Ernest grinned. Despite crude vocabulary, it was an accurate representation of how the albino considered the current situation. One thing that hadn't occured to him was that people m...

(OOC: No worries! Ernest isn't really capable of resisting anyone in melee at this point in time, so that's about what would happen :D. ) Ernest rubbed his neck. Vesa was clearly working out a few internal issues. At first, it seemed a bit odd that he'd take it all out on Ernest, but it could be tha...

He did smile when Vesa mentioned how he was torn. Erenst had been there and done that. "In all honesty, every day of my life. You just have to roll with what's being thrown at you. It's called the BMW lifestyle; 'by my wits'. Screaming won't help things though. It might attract 'predators', if ...

Ernest looked at Vesa curiously. He wasn't just stepping out. If he was, he wouldn't have mentioned it like that. In all honesty, it did smell like a lockerroom in the hospital, but that wasn't the true motivation. "Well, once we can account for Alex and Felix we should be fine. I'm pretty sure...

In all honesty, the morning hadn't made anything better. Ernest's day was already ruined. 12 kids had died in the night; it was proof that the situation was taking control.  It was disheartening. Peter obviously wasn't the only one dealing poorly with stress right now. He just managed to keep the vi...

Buspirone. Hell. Why would they keep that on the island? It's an anxiolytic! They couldn't have missed it. They had a while to set this up... Actually, why would they care? They think they've got a fool-proof system. What does it matter if one of us is drugged to the gills? Odds are that even if the...

"A pleaseure, I'm Sure. Wow. That's not what I expected... Maybe a shipment had just come in or something." Ernest walked over and picked up  a bottle. Rizatriptan benzoate, not what we need... So he began to search one of the many boxes. This one seemed to be filled with different kinds o...

Ernest looked at Andi curiously. He clearly wasn't feeling well mentally. "Look, Andi, what's most likely happening to you right now is that you're beginning to freak out.  You've been put into the most stressful situation of your life and your body is handling it in a different way than mine d...

Ernest was a little surprised by the outburst of what he assumed to be russian.  The blonde kid seemed to be able to communicate with Alex in his native tongue which made him immensely useful. It also meant that there was someone who could communcate  without Ernest really understanding. Frankly, Er...

Ernest sighed... Some people just weren't cynical enough. He took out his trusty pad and wrote his message, the same one he wrote to Felix. "The thing is, while I trust all of you not to kill me immediately, every new person beyond this group has an increasingly larger chance as the game goes o...

Ernest sighed. Felix was as hard to read as ever. He seemed a little more open with Ernest now,  for what that was worth. The basic problem was the same. Someone he couldn't vouch for was well armed and in a position to kill him. Ernest glanced around the room a little. There was a small table that ...

"it appears that Alex can vouch for the blonde one. They seem to be friends." Ernest rolled his eyes at Felix. "But you're right. The more people we let in, the greater chance  we let in a psycho. I'm not so convinced about the kid out there with the sickle as I am about the other two...