((GMing approved by handler.)) Vaughn grinned as she started towards him. Stupid slut! I'm pointing a knife at her! Does she want to die? Well, if you want it you- WHUMP The rough sound of bodies colliding resonated through the hall, the sound waves reaching the farthest of the rooms. Time seemed to...

Vaughn wasn't even close to noticing her steps, instead fuming over the comment about his anatomy. How dare she?! "Yeah, you've probably seen enough of them anyways, right? You stupid loose cunt. And last I checked, I'm the one with a weapon. What have you got, huh?" He took a step forward...

Vaughn's brows furrowed. That fucking voice. The smug, cancerous voice laced with venom dripping from her yellowed mouth caused red-hot rage to spread in his gut. He glared at her as she packed her things. "Shut your stupid mouth, bitch, and stop messing around with your bag." Brimming wit...

Fireworks exploded in the sky above the young boy, the light reflecting off his eyes as he looked upwards, the splendor and magic that can only come once a year amazing him. The fourth of July, the day for America, was today. His chest swollen with pride, Vaughn beheld the wonder of the American wa...

Peter felt his knees shake. He could barely hear what Tim was saying, but he knew one thing. This guy was straight up batshit crazy. Peter opened his mouth to respond, but before he could even make out a whimper, three hot lead bullets tore into his chest, leaving finger-thick holes in his flesh. He...

Peter began to follow Renée and Lynn, convinced that they had done enough poking around. Halfway down the stairs, he heard Tim shout. He did sound scared. He sounded... mad. Furious. Oh Jesus Kathy. Peter broke into a full rush, beginning to run down the stairs, two at a time, until he was at the bo...

Peter slid his hand up the banister, climbing the steps slowly. Cautiously. His eyes on the final step. Once he could see above it, he slowed almost to a stop. Seeing nobody in his immediate view, he continued to the top. Reaching the top, he took a few steps to the side, allowing the two girls to g...

Looking forward again, Peter saw the leg of the last person slip into the doorway. Fuck , he thought, I need to catch up. He jogged through the snow to the door, slipping inside. He didn't look back to see if Lynn was following him. Peter gave a low whistle, stepping into the grandeur lobby. He knoc...

Oh Christ, what was Tim saying now? Trying to justify pointing a gun at someone for no reason, he surmised. Peter watched as he stalked off towards the resort. He shook his head, and turned back to Lynn, giving her hand a gentle, but firm shake. He released her hand, letting his hand fall back to hi...

Goddamn it. Goddamn it. What the fucking fuck fuck fuck. "Tim, please put the gun down," Peter asked cautiously. The girl's figure took more form as she stepped closer. Peter gave a small nod of his head as his name was given, holding back a snicker at Tim's introduction. He watched Tim fr...

The first thing Peter noticed was a click. Everything else seemed to be drowned out by the harsh mechanical sound, the cacophony vibrating through his head. He turned his head, looking at the boy behind him. The boy holding a gun. His first instinct was to dive into the snow, and make himself as fla...

((Peter Campbell continued from Man, I Hate Poke Wars )) Chatterchatterchatterchatter. Peter's teeth clicked together quickly, his entire body quivering from the chill. Man, fuck the cold. Fuck it hard . Peter was from Bryan, Texas, where the sun was hot. Hell, he hadn't even seen snow for at least ...

Peter shoved his hands in his pockets, taking off with the rest of the group. He made sure to keep an eye on Timothy in front of him. No way this guy was going to be off probation for a while. The grass flattened underfoot, and a light breeze blew across his skin, filling his open hoodie and cooling...

Peter smiled warmly. Seeing Renée talk like that, the take-charge decisiveness, really made him feel like they were making the right choice. "The Ski Resort it is." He looked back over to Timothy, narrowing his eyes. His smile faltered a bit, but didn't disappear. He turned back to Renée, ...

Peter stood, standing for the first time since he awoke. His legs wobbled a bit, and he was a bit off-balance. He managed to stabilize himself, his knees ceasing their tremors. He bent over and plucked his bag from the ground, slinging it over his shoulder. He felt the spine of a magazine poke him i...