How the actual hell did anything of them miss!? Okay, okay, Junji was on the ground, but he's a fatass AND an asshole, so Chris was seriously getting to the point of....of...something, something jokey. (Maybe the bullets did hit something metaphorically. Chris felt wet with adrenaline, anemic even. ...

Woah, woah, woah! Chris stopped his show for a little break, and stared ahead at the entrance. He stood directly at the entrance when the fun started. At first, he cupped his ears together to try and get rid of that trashy pop song, fearing for the slightest moment it was coming from his own head. B...

Show time. The set was a counter of crackers he was hugging, a chair, definition of a poor man's stage. The audience was a minor character, and the main actor was a teenager who numbly acknowledged he was stretching this stand up act a little too long. And jokes like that gets stale, you know! "...

((Chris Tyrell continued from What can I fix you?)) So long? Bon revoir? Until we meet again! The duffel bag’s zip caught on the extra set of clothes, much to Chris’s annoyance. After a few more tries of the same slapstick routine of him trying to get it open, Chris grew tired of the sketch and thou...

Chris stood by, looking over the Buccaneer pirates trading, realigning the counter after Kaya gave the medkit, the food, etc. Normal shopping stuff! For the most part, he did his part pretty well as the fresh blood teenage security guard, and his axe stood behind the counter next to him as he stared...

Chris walked back to the counter, making his damn hardest not to let anyone get behind him in the process. What? What else was he supposed to do? Turn his back on a bloody killer? Well, she wasn't...exactly a killer, wasn't she? She had a face- no, obviously everyone has faces, because that's how pe...

Uh, okay what the hell, why was she glaring at him like that- If, in that brief moment, Chris had said anything, it would have be stumbling literary garbage. Instead, it stayed as thoughtful garbage which was about the same as the other stuff he thought of anyways. It was a pretty reasonable respons...

Sadly, for everyone, including him involved, Chris would not be stopping his downpour of clumsy, badly delivered jokes. Greg's nosebleed wasn't the only thing spilling on the floor (Which, by the way, dude, in a death game? This reminded him of this one time when a guy in middle school started some ...

Stuff they're looking for? "Well, if you could pick up a few desires to live and if you're being really generous, a Streetcar that's Named Desire, that'll be sweet." Chris didn't care that bee boy probably didn't have good taste and get the reference or even if the joke was goof, but hey, ...

Hi I'm Irina

Ekans or Seadra please? Thanks and np if not

Chris stood by relaxed as he grew increasingly more winded about the fact that he had no idea what was going on. He always told everyone that the sound of silence was the worst sound, and that was true! Silence meant stagnation, and when it's stagnating for good, it's alright. When it's stagnating f...

Gregory likely noticed the exact moment that Chris got a whisper of advice from Jewel. In fact, the entire area probably did. There wasn't much way to get driven out of the spotlight when you make a face like you got bucketed down in cold crap like something out of Stephan's King Carrie. Or when you...

As soon as Gregory walked in, of course, Chris did the perfectly normal thing that was sitting down, and getting his job done with. That's what you do in life, and that thing that happened before? It never happened. Because life doesn't have bullshit cameras, and a promise of survival at the cost of...

((Chris Tyrell continued from Bro, I'm stoked you're here man! )) Shut the fuck up. It was rich of Chris to think, let alone say, but after listening to Stokes nerd-dump on him for a good last 20 minutes at the very least (He didn't have a watch, so it was probably 20 minutes, give or take an hour.)...

Chris did a half hearted salute with full enthusiasm and listlessness at Mateo, before hopping back down the stairs. Honestly, he didn't think the restaurant was that bad to stay, if it didn't smell like fish and teenagers. It was about as big as his living room and his little closet room combined, ...