The balcony railing in one of the rooms has broken.

It got eerily quiet all of a sudden. The brief flash of anger all around the room, followed by everyone looking expectantly at Cassidy, who... ... just spouted out some nonsense and walked out. It was obvious to Jack that she was just as distressed as they were. He almost felt bad for her. Almost. T...

Jack had rolled his body back into the "I can see things besides this pillow" position once he he had confirmed a lack of gunshots and/or people screaming in pain. The girl... well, he still didn't really recognize her, but everyone else seemed fairly comfortable, so he supposed he had no ...

"OK, on second thought, it might be better for us to just hole up here, be quiet, see if she finds us at all-" Then David spoke up. "Well never mind then." Cassidy was not a name that rang any bells. Oh, wait... nope. Nothing. It was times like these where Jack realized there we...

To his ever growing relief, the group accepted his request, filing in one after the other. Z-Guy (who identified himself as David - see?) went straight towards the balcony. That at least gave Jack the confidence that others had similar thoughts to him - that he wasn't a complete outsider. That would...

Well, there were worse ways to be surprised, especially now. Still, when the boy popped out in front of the door, Jack felt his heart leap up into his throat. His instincts calmed him down quickly, though - David actually seemed quite cheery, and not in the serial killer kind of way. "Anyone wa...

Jack had a tendency to zone out at certain times. Mostly it had to do with him being disinterested with what was presently going on, but disinterest didn't really cover the current situation. It was more of an escape - the longer he stared out into the distance, the longer he could avoid facing his ...

(( B013: Jack McDonald - START)) For Jack, there was no slow, hazy return to consciousness. Whether that was a benefit or something horribly wrong, he didn't know. Either way, he simply found himself lying on a hotel bed, face half-smushed into the pillow. Jack groaned, immediately trying to roll hi...

Why do they have to make math books so big? Not like I'm ever gonna use it anyways... Monica struggled a bit to shove the textbook into her rather messy locker. She eventually managed it, though, shutting the locker and breathing a sigh of relief. This was followed by the sound of a familiar voice ...

A phrase Jack had commonly read in books was "those seconds felt like hours" or something along those lines. Personally, Jack has always found that a bit silly, as he felt no matter what situation you were in, there was no way time was moving THAT slowly. Still, those seconds after he had ...

Well, things were definitely not going as Jack had planned. Then again, they very rarely seemed to. What he had hoped would just be a simple, friendly talk with Claire had gotten him stuck in the middle of an argument that seemed like it could turn into an all-out brawl any second. THAT was definite...

"Well, hopefully my immune system has strengthened from having it... or something..." Jack smiled a bit. So far, he hadn't heard about anything TOO big or exciting happening during Prom... at least no one had gotten suspended or expelled, it seemed. Though in his opinion, there WERE a coup...

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Mono sucks, but you get over it. Still feel a bit tired at times... but then again, that was pretty much the same before I got sick." Jack let out a little smile at his own joke, putting his hand on the table behind him and leaning casually. Claire didn't really seem...

[Jack McDonald continued from (To Be Added Later)] Jack heaved his backpack over his shoulder once again to momentarily keep it from slipping as he walked down the halls of Aurora. It was the middle of a period, most of his friends had classes, and the BioWare forums were blocked by the school, so J...

(Jack McDonald continued from Real Scientists Fight with Umbrellas ) Oh my god it's cold. Jack tromped his way through the light snow, hands tucked into his sweatshirt pocket as he muttered a bit to himself. School was out, and for once, he didn't really have anything to do. Which was actually prett...