Yeah. Maxwell had called his bluff. Chuck lowered the gun. Sighed. An exaggerated sigh, but exaggerated in its timidity, its quietness. It was a performative yet subtle one, as if to say 'yeah, we all knew it was a dumb bluff'. What a stupid bluff it was, in hindsight. It had certainly not worked pr...

He gripped the heart necklace in one hand, and then let it drop from his fingers, onto his knee. Though Chuck's jeans were bloodied and muddied and dirtied, the necklace still managed to stand out against the fabric. His other hand tilted the gun forward, making it sure Maxwell would be able to take...

"W-wow." Chuck blinked. He suddenly no longer felt like he was dying - like a last minute burst of debating adrenaline had been shot through his veins, because the blinkered logic, the selfishness, of what Maxwell was saying was just...utterly impenetrable. "You're...you're not beatin...

Chuck's arm dropped. He couldn't hold it up forever, and as important as the heart necklace was - certainly, on an intuitive level, more so than a fish, but who was Chuck to judge? - there was only finite strength in his body. And it looked like Chuck would have to spend that finite strength debatin...

Chuck had, despite the last minute correction, heard that comment about the fireflies. It brought a smile to the very corner of his lips. "You would not believe your eyes..." he murmured, his dosiness and disorientation adding a naturally lyrical lilt to his voice. Chuck's head dopily tilt...

Chuck noticed Maxwell pause. Just standing there, frozen in time, with all motion and all sense of urgency immediately vacating his person. It wasn't hard to work out what it was that had caused Maxwell to stop right in his tracks. Wasn't hard at all. Chuck knew exactly what...news was imparted by h...

Chuck had closed his eyes. He had laid his head back and entered a deep slumber. He had gone towards the light. And yet he had not died. Instead, with a start, he woke up again. To hear a loud 'MAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' ring throughout the space. To feel a sudden heat, dis...

Chuck wasn't sure when it was that he noticed the cut over his eye had opened up again - that it even existed - but soon enough, he noticed it. Maybe he'd accidentally splashed or smeared a bit of the solution over it, because it was suddenly rather painful. He'd sorta stopped paying as much attenti...

Chuck had, through a mixture of a lack of time and lazy inertia, never actually gotten round to using the AK as much as he should have. It never really felt like it was his , like he owned it, that it was a tool that he was entitled to use. A strange cognitive quirk, he was only all too aware, but n...

"Making people bleed is...well, I'm 1 for 1 on that front, so I can't make any promises." Chuck murmured. Combat was never his strong point. He'd lucked through the past few days, surviving as better people, stronger people, drew the fire and fury of their classmates, as he escaped notice ...

Chuck was not exactly doing much. He was sure the others were all caught up in a flurry of activity. Chuck didn't have the clarity of mind, or the advantage of a good vantage point, to really make out the details, but he could get the general tone of what was going on. Couldn't tell the whereabouts ...

Chuck had moved into a sitting up position. He wasn't sure when or how it'd happened. He could guess why - this new position was slightly more comfortable and allowed him a slightly clearer view of the sky, a bit less obstructed by the shipping containers that loomed over him - but even that was jus...

When Bunny first tightened her grip on her weapon, Chuck was filled with hope. A sort of melancholy hope, admittedly, but his brain's first optimistic instinct was that Bunny, for all her very vocal misgivings, would soon lower the gun down, accept the collective decision of the group, and not be so...

Chuck had nothing to say. Nothing to add. The lines were clear. Well, as clear as they were ever going to be. No further chatter, no further debate, would reveal anyone else's position, would reveal if Wendy was being dishonest or if Maxwell was getting cold feet or if with a bit more prodding Bunny...

Firstly Wendy spoke. Chuck nodded along when she mentioned Scarlett. "I knew her. On the island, I mean." He threw it in as a light interruption, not to take away from Wendy's speech or to try and seize the conversation for himself, but a small aside, an extra bit of context, an extra reas...