It would've been premature to say 'And so all was well', but Ema couldn't stop herself thinking it all the same. Hayley was still in no fit shape to be walking very far, let alone defending herself, but it looked as though she'd be okay, given enough time to rest and recover. Besides, hadn't the guy...

Despite Ema's worst fears, it looked like Hayley was going to be alright after all. She was still breathing, there wasn't any blood escaping from beneath the bandage, and she'd even managed to respond pretty quickly, even if it did sound rather forced. Injured, yes, but thinking straight and able to...

Ema's attention was first drawn away from her lovely corpsey tea party - well, not really a tea party, more a one-sided conversation, and there wasn't even any tea invo-- FOCUS . It was first drawn away, before being drawn back again by her dissection of the phrase "tea party", by what sou...

Waiting, even for a few minutes, wore thin rather quickly. It was odd to think how she could distinctly remember sitting in almost the exact same place as she was now, several days earlier, for hours on end, and yet here she was now making a move after maybe five minutes. Mindsets and priorities cha...

Nostalgia. Odd word to choose, really. It had barely been a week ago that she'd stumbled out of the seemingly endless swamp, spotted the off-white stone of the bridge out in the darkness, and decided to rest there. And yet it felt like a years. Still, Ema could just vaguely remember having sat on th...

[ Confiscate the Crown --> Ema Ryan] So that walk was fun and definitely wasn't awkward at all. Yeah, violently shoving Hayley's busted nose back into place with much horrendous pain and blood and screaming definitely hadn't made for a less-than-perfect group (do two people count as a group?) dynam...

Hayley agreed with the educated guess as to the "Bitchmobile"'s identity, with a pained laugh that made her physical condition all too clear. When even giving a small chuckle hurts your face, you know you're in trouble. But at least she was able to laugh, that was something. Ema wouldn't h...

The odd choice of context, in spite of its being completely abandoned straight after establishing it as a 'scale' seemed to help. It elicited a grin, at least, and whilst it did look forced, Ema put that down to large amounts of face-based pain. Yeah, note to self, don't make her laugh, that can't b...

Heh, that one looks a bit like a Dalek... man they'd be unstoppable on this thing, unless they were the old ones... I miss non-flying Daleks... Ema wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there, looking over at Hayley every so often, waiting for some obvious signal that her condition had changed, w...

[Huge surprise! Guess who came to save the day.] [ Hatful of Hollow --> Ema Ryan] In spite of herself, hunger was perhaps the biggest thing on Ema's mind as she travelled. There was a convoluted thought process behind it all, one she constantly reminded herself of by simply having to remember why e...

Something was horribly wrong here. Sure, she hadn't said a thing since first blundering into him, but it just didn't make sense to Ema that Maf could not just completely disregard her presence, but be so damn casual about it too, as though he was busy having a particularly good daydream, and just di...

To her credit, Ema did recognise the young man she'd walked straight into. Not instantly, and she couldn't put a name to the face, but she did recognise him. He was meant to be one of those absurdly altruistic people one often hears about but rarely meets; volunteer work, friendly demeanour, general...

[ Harlequin Girls --> Ema Ryan] She didn't notice it, at first. It just seemed to be the natural progression of things. Hayley had been gone a while, the immediate area around their camp wasn't exactly filled with exciting diversions to keep Ema's attention on the umpteenth time she plodded through...

Buzz. Bluh. Five more minutes... BUZZ. The announcements don't have a snooze button. Don't wanna go to school... "Hi there. My name's Greynolds," Oh. Oh yeah, not a normal Monday morning. Not even a normal Island morning, by the sounds of things. Ema groaned, attempting to sit up, before r...

Hayley seemed incredulous at first. In retrospect, perhaps Ema hadn't been all that eloquent; of course "not thinking about it" was kind of obvious, and probably the first strategy Hayley had used to quash the insane amounts of guilt she was likely feeling. It was a stupid way of phrasing ...