He slid one foot forward, trying to find a patch of ground that was relatively flat and solid, shifted his weight, then slid the other foot forward, feeling the uneven patchiness of the lawn until he could be sure there were no obstructions. Then repeat. One foot, then the other; one step, then anot...

Clay heard the sound of footsteps running away from him, and the sounds of the fight behind him faded away as well. His breathing slowed as the near-panic drained away from his pounding heart. He smelled the grasses and weeds around him, as well as the still-gentle breeze carrying the faint scents o...

The blur kept blurring, but their voice finally revealed itself to be a male. Clay thought he recognized the voice as 'Danny C,' a classmate whose last name he had some trouble pronouncing, and very few of their peers said it very often. His words were pretty intimidating, though: “ Stop fucking mov...

Instead of answering his polite question, the blur blurred with some kind of motion. Less than a heartbeat later, Clay heard the sound of a stone breaking something like ceramic or hardened clay. The blur had thrown something at him! Clay's eyebrows furrowed as the anger rose within his breast. He h...

Clayton "Clay" Barber

- Grass stains primarily on his knees, but also covering most of the front of his clothes and his hands.

[edited 02 Jun. 2019, 1433 EST] The footsteps approached him, then stopped. Whoever it was was trying to stay quiet. He shoved the useless book back into the dufflebag and pulled out his hat which their kidnappers had thoughtfully packed for him, then zipped the bag closed, donned the fedora and sto...

[Clayton Barber start} [edited 02 Jun. 2019, 1400 EST] He woke up quickly, but he kept his body still except for his breathing. Danya's horrific briefing flooded back into his mind. He was in Survival of the Fittest and only one of his classmates would make it out alive. And they had to kill one ano...

"C Barber" in big, block letters.

If it was Bree, she didn't answer him, at least not audibly. Clay followed the voice of the tour guide through the Hall of Mammals toward the Evolution of Mammals area. There was a video presentation in a little amphitheater there and the tour guide directed people to sit down while the video starte...

In Clayton Barber's class picture, he is wearing a grey Fedora and an impish smile. His eyes are closed.

Yearbook quote: "Alea iacta est -- Julius Caesar"

Apparently there were several areas of the museum which were under construction or renovation, so the tour guide started slowly leading the group clockwise around the elephant display and toward the hall of mammals. While moving with the group from the echo-y yellow-gold rotunda to a slightly more m...

[Clayton Barber continued from Wakey Wakey Eggs & Bakey ] The morning was bright, blinding Clay almost completely. He made his way up the marble steps without much difficulty, and at the building's entrance, someone held the door open for him. Once inside, the glare of the sunlight and the white...

The voices of the girls at the other table became more muted, probably in an attempt to obfuscate their conversation. Clay finished his mediocre breakfast, stood up and unfolded his cane again; he had already recognized the three girls' voices although he didn't know any of them well. Desiree Beck w...

[Clayton Barber, Sr Trip start] It felt early to Clay, and even after pulling himself out of bed and into his clothes, he couldn't fully stifle a yawn. He double checked to make sure all of his essentials were tucked away in the appropriate pockets of his duster, then he unfolded his cane and headed...

Clay Barber needs to be assigned a room now that he's been approved. His only really close friend is Michael Froese, but he's apparently already in a booked room.