Ryan Montoya really didn't like anyone right now, which is generally happens when you just found out several of your best friends are dead. She assumed it was generally what happens, anyway. Wasn't like she had anyone to ask. But in all honesty Jethro deciding to run out of the room like a fucking c...

“Hey girly, how bout you shut up for a minute and listen to me.” This boy was seriously angling to get his ass beat. Ryan took a moment to look the boy over- she figured he was too distracted by his rage to really get what she was doing- deciding exactly where she'd strike for maximum damage. But t...

“Just cause we ain't dead doesn't mean we're doing it right.” YES IT DOES THOUGH. Jesus Christ, is this boy a fucking idiot? All of the vague respect she'd built up for the boy in the last thirty seconds or so where she wasn't hating him (it wasn't much, but it was something ) disappeared instantly...

“Damn, Ryan! We can't just sit here! We gotta make a plan of action! We sit here forever, we're gonna end up getting shot through that door without a chance to do anything! We need a plan, Ryan!” Ryan was kind of starting to like this guy. He was such a fuckin' guy , what with the whole action-hero...

Huh. Weird, the boy seemed oddly... torn up seemed a bit extreme, but at least a little upset that Matthew Gourlay was dead. Ryan was not giving a single fuck, not wasting a breath or thought or tear on Sir Racist Prickface Cocksucker™, but Jethro- who had, undoubtedly, had some fucked up shit said ...

[[Ryan Montoya continued from Philistine ]] Well, that took long enough. Three hours. By Ryan's reckoning, it took about three hours for her and sir-still-can't-really-believe-this-is-his-name Jethro to get their asses out of the officer's quarters and into the mess hall. An impossibly long time, it...

[[OOC: This will probably be improved, but it's long enough due as it is.]] The sound sharp metal made has it ripped through skin and flesh and blood- it was hard to describe. It was like ripping, but not like ripping. It was...squishier. Wetter. Somehow metallic, or maybe that was the smell, the sm...

Something ripped. And her first reaction was anger, because she'd known what had ripped- it had been her shirt, her favorite shirt, and okay it hadn't been that expensive but she'd gotten the whole band to sign it, what a pain that would be to replace. She didn't get along that well with them anymor...

Well. Ryan hadn't kicked him off the platform; that was balls, but she had gotten him down, and she had gotten the box cutter out of his hand. That was big. A big deal. If she could get the weapon away from the boy, they were on...not even equal footing, she couldn't even say they were on equal foot...

Hold it together, Ryan. Okay, so he has a box cutter, he has something sharp, he can cut you to ribbons if you let him- then you've just got to not let him, right? You've got an advantage. This kid, he was little for a boy, skinny, short, not nearly as short or skinny as Ryan herself but Ryan hersel...

"Gonna...fucking...kill.......you..." She could barely hear him. There were things pounding in her ears, things like her footsteps and his footsteps and her own heartbeat which had migrated somewhere in her throat. But still, it was amazing what adrenaline could do to you- apparently givi...

[[Ryan Montoya continued from Out of the Darkness, Into the Night ]] Run. Faster, run, damn you, fucking run, this is nothing- You can do this, just, faster, please, faster, faster, unless you want to die, do you WANT to die, you fucking loser, you fucking pathetic sack of shit, what are you doing, ...

[[Nothing to add, sorry for the delay, Durriken Lovel continued in Claustrophobe]]

At least he wasn't alone. That was good. There were better things than companionship, but at that moment he couldn't think of any. A weapon...? No. I'd have nothing to do with that anyway... With a sudden start, Durriken patted the left pocket of his sister's hand-me-down pants and was reassured by ...

Durriken wasn't the biggest reader in the world. Under normal circumstances, had he been given a copy of The Art of War, he wouldn't go out of his way to read it. But something about being on the Program, something about the knowledge that everything he did here would be his last action, something a...