Handler: Pippi Dates Away: 21st April - 1st May Days Away: 11 Reason for Away: In light of recent events I'm not in a particularly good state of mind to write for the time being; additionally, I'm currently on vacation in Lindisfarne for the next week and am planning on using this to just, like, dis...

Now that it was, like, pretty apparent she wasn’t about to be turned into, like, paste or goo or some other kind of bloody splatter on the floor, Gabby was able to get an actual factual proper look at the two boys offering an olive branch. Ripley and Raj, two boys who, like… huh. That was another tw...

Ripley’s little spiel hadn’t totally filled Gabby with encouragement that she was, like, in safe hands, stepping into this classroom. And, y’know, she thought it was pretty reasonable not to feel super duper at ease, like, with firearms at play, and with somebody, apparently, coated in blood. Neithe...

((Gabby McLeod continued from Strawberry House//Grape House )) Okay, so, like, making it up two floors in the span of, like, two days was totally not usually something to be proud of, Gabby was painfully aware. It sure wasn’t up to the levels of, like, Keke Fortuna’s usual expeditions; it was no jou...

((Gabby McLeod continued from Refreshing as Lemon Squash! )) Her goal, upon fleeing from the labs, had been like, totally simple; to pretty much just wander around with no destination in mind, until her little legs gave out from underneath her. She knew it was, like, kinda totally oxymoronic behavio...

This was going, like, absolutely nowhere at breakneck speeds. Nobody seemed to actually totally, like, get it, not in the slightest - Yu-Mi excepting, she guessed. Seemed as though the burden of, like, total all-consuming apathy had been passed along like an unwanted Christmas present. Although, lik...

Gabby was, like, just barely able to hold her tongue and bite back on the words she wanted to say, a very pointed ‘That’s MY line’ to the person lurking in the corridor. It was, like, a real close run thing, but hey, she totally did manage it in the end. Go her. That was, like, her first win of the ...

Sometimes it was best just to keep your mouth shut. It was a lesson that Kay had been taught time and time again, though never one that she’d ever managed to commit herself to. Sometimes you ran your mouth a little bit too much and revealed things you hadn’t realised were meant to be secret. Sometim...

“What the heck is your freaking PROBLEM?” She had finally gotten off of the floor, now; the lingering tension in the air snapping in two was enough to make her bolt upright, shaking like a leaf as her heart hammered away at her chest. She had screeched the words to, like, the room as a whole, the in...

Hello again Toben! I'm back and better than ever (citation needed)! I think I've grabbed everything you've asked for here! I added the explanation of the 'FPS' appreviation to its initial appearance in Dean's Hobbies and Interests list, and I also went ahead and removed his prosthetic not accurately...

“I don’t.”

The nozzle of the flamethrower was pointing directly at Elizabeth’s torso now. Kay’s index finger, so religiously pressed flat against the side of the trigger until this moment, had wrapped itself around it, visibly twitching.

“There’s fuckups, and then there’s murder.”

Name: Dean Samson Puchero Gender: Male Age: 18 Hobbies and Interests: Maths and physics, longboarding, jogging, weed, FPS (First Person Shooter) video games, watching football Appearance: A young Filipino man, Dean is big and strong from years of playing football, with a broad chest and shoulders, ...

She was totally getting, like, a major, hardcore headache. Why had they programmed something that lame into this simulation, anyhow? Why’d she have to deal with, like, a migraine, a sore throat, a numb butt, the whole shebang, when she wasn’t even, like, in control of her actual body? That was a sti...

noooo my watch how can i enact my epic escape plan now, noooooo

Aside from my dreams being dashed, I think I've got everything asked for here!

“Hey, uh, this is, like, kinda a lot for a totally dead girl to take in?” And it really, truly was, y’know? She’d woken up with her head spinning, brain desperately trying to find something to cling onto in the deluge of information that they’d all been hit with. But if there was, like, one good thi...