Drew looked at Arsenio, his fear receeding with every spoken word. This guy's not so bad. Hell, of all the people I meet right at the start, I meet one who looks like he could seriously help. Wow, maybe my luck isn't total shit. "Nice to meetcha, too...alright, Arsenio it is. Guessed it was Gre...

Drew nodded shakily as he spoke. Oh, great, I disturbed him? Ha, shit, I love my luck. ...let's hope he doesn't play. He didn't flinch as Arsenio scratched his head, oddly enough. You'd expect someone so shaky to jump a mile when someone did something like that. Drew didn't; was he calming down? He ...

Fuck. Fuck... This he repeated in his mind, over and over. And when Arsenio began to proceed towards Drew, his swearing increased in tempo. I can't sneak away...there's too much light, and too few places to hide when he's right there...hm. I could just stand up and introduce myself, but ...what if ...

Drew had been walking slowly and quietly for some time. Thank god for all that reading he did; thanks to the dumbasses in some novels of his, he'd learned not to run around like a maniac in a situation like this. So, he kept low, creeping along. He watched the ground, making sure he stepped around a...

Drew nodded lightly at what the other said. He couldn't form that complicated of a plan, or even an opinion, because simply...he didn't know anyone. And none of them knew him. This was a serious problem when it came down to trust, but then again, it could also be a bonus; no reputations to overcome....

[SORRY! SORRY! X___x;;;] Drew chuckled with a hollow tone as she spoke. It was the same for him; running didn't come well for him, and running when life depended on your legs was worse. Then again, what fuel for running was better than the threat of a bullet in your head? It was sick, but true. You ...

((Continued from: There's Always Hope )) Let Drew tell you, having a gun shoved in your pants makes running uncomfortable. Not to mention rather scary, as you have to worry if you're going to accidentally shoot your own ...foot... off because the safety got clicked off. It didn't help if one was sl...

[note: new topic cause, if I post this in Requiem...that'd be a bit odd, neh? So Ken's just further up the beach. >>;] Quite a while up the beach from Cody stood another boy. He didn't see the others, nor hear, nor care. Hell, he'd scarecly heard the bike arrive. He'd been awake for several hours, w...

[Because I haven't the brain power to compose another post (*drained* ;_;), um...yesh. Drew followed Cassie. >.>'
Hey, I've got bad luck too. This is the second time I've had to flee, and I've only been here so long...XD]

((Continued in: Memory Lane))

Drew blinked lightly as the announcement began, but immediately blocked it out. He didn't want to hear the death lists once more, nor did he want to hear that bastard Danya's voice any more than necessary. He knew it was cold, very cold, but there was only one thing he could do in the matter. Ignore...

[o.o; Maybe I should do this more often...>_>;] Drew's hand began to quiver slightly, but not from the pressure of wanting to kill the others. It was from bluffing so completely for so long, and about death on top of that. Bluffing was hard for Drew; bluffing when it involved pointy things and pain ...

Drew watched as impassively as he could as the two figures moved, and when he heard the boy's voice again, he shook his head. I can't believe this. His hand slowly crawled to the grip on his belt, slowly and inexorably moving towards it, much like the sun marching across a flat plain. It would be so...

The boy figured that Cassie should at least learn what they had to deal with, so he said "I'm going...to take out my weapon now, so no surprises." With that, he grabbed the barrel -yes, barrel- of his pistol, bringing it out to show the girl. He couldn't remember if he did this before, and...

((Continued from: And so it begins... )) [Asano's triumphant return! ...not x_x] Drew'd folllowed the girl the whole way, though he'd not really thought of anything the whole way there. It was as if he'd gotten shell-shocked...well, maybe he had. What was true was that now, being able to sit on the...

[I must say, I prefer death posts then killing posts. x.x; These are hard!] With each impact, each spray of blood, Drew seemed to do nothing at all. He'd done this in self defense, right? Good samaritan? Defense of others? That counted for something, right? He caught her eyes, the final look in them...