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He stabbed the linoleum with the invisible knife once more. In a different time, he would have used that to traverse the ground, and mourn the lost fingernail that was. But it wasn't that time anymore. That knife meant something. In some way, the people who ran this game knew what would become of hi...

Having long since lost the passage of time while laying on the ground, Boston took anywhere from a few seconds to a day to notice the shards. His arms could bend, albeit not very well, so it had allowed him the courtesy of curling his torso into what could resemble a ball, though in reality it was p...

With the only arm he could move, Boston thrashed, trying to find out where the rest of his body was, and everything he could feel but not yet see moved with him. The desks nearby were smacked over, colliding on top of him as they fell at difficult angles, as the catastrophe remained in his voice, un...

Boston quickly realized his mistake, and quickly tried to re-sheathe his knife. "No, no-look I'm-" And then, Gillian was in front of him, and the mirror met his head. For a split second, he felt the concussive pressure of the mirror hitting his face, but within nanoseconds, it disappeared....

Boston really didn't know what to do here. He was so used to not having to engage with people, especially in this body, that the normal confidence that ran through his veins in the real world had become thrombosis. In any other time, he would have tried to figure out what it meant, why he could talk...

For a few seconds, Boston was mainly concerned with the pain shuddering up and down the side of his ribs that landed on the table. The stings on his arms were one thing, but this was everpresent - this was now. Once it stopped becoming his world, he managed to look up, and registered it was Gillian ...

requesting an extension of three days, i've just been recovering from something that put me in the hospital

The boy walking through the hallways had figured it out. He knew how to get out of here. They just had to find out what wasn't real, even for this place. But as the various cuts across the outside of his arms could tell, that was going to have to be a lot of trial and error. ((Boston Sullivan contin...

((Boston Sullivan continued from I Don't Hate My Body, I'm Just Afraid Of It )) ((CW: self-harm)) Boston figured out the plan fairly quickly, and it was to stay hidden. Doing anything in this fake body was exhausting. Nicholas had exhausted him, Raj had exhausted him even without being in line of si...

no need for hero or death ideas on this end!

Once the two left, Boston put his lunch back down and sighed. There was probably safety in numbers, but there was also definitely danger in numbers, especially when he didn't know what the numbers were up to. Besides, he didn't need to stay around with staunch reminders of his own inadequacy at Syca...

Even when PJ returned to the fray, Catarina's screaming didn't stop. Her newly four-digited hand shook as the blood flowed freely, covering what remained of her glove and the smell of copper serving a no-knock warrant on her nostrils. The pain decided to visit, pulsing with each beat. It was incompa...