"The warehouse it is." Shouldering his bag, Arsenio looked at Drew with a serious expression. "Don't let your guard down... lets go." Holding his map out in front of him, he began to walk in the direction of the warehouse. ['Tis okay. I couldn't come up with much myself. x.X; And...

"Sounds like a plan, then." Looking at the map again, Arsenio considered their choices. "Well, the warehouse might have some stuff there that we could use. That and if we're lucky, we might run into some others who aren't playing the game. If we go to a battlezone, the killers might s...

"I might know how to fight, doesn't mean I'm proud of it all." Taking his hand off Drew's shoulder, Arsenio went to his bag and took out the map he had saw in there earlier. "Well, at least we were given maps." Looking at Drew, he looked a bit at a loss for words after Drew menti...

Running his hand through his hair quickly, Arsenio looked about the area, rubbing his his temples in frustration. Deep down, he was glad Drew didn't press the matter, too many people did once they found out, and he never liked telling what happened, even if most pyshciatrists say it helps. "Yes...

As soon as Drew asked about his mom being murdered, a look of shook came over Arsenio's face, realizing what he did. Biting back anger, he nodded bitterly. "Yeah... by a fucking rapist too." It was apparent it was a touchy subject, but obviously one that he was willing to talk about if ask...

"Good guess then. Though, I never got to finish learning about my Greek heritage. Quite a few interesting things with Greece." Seeing Drew grin, Arsenio chuckled, a hearty smile on his face. If he had been raised in Greece, he probably wouldn't have become so large, but his family had move...

Watching Drew, Arsenio casually crossed his arms, and glanced around the area, checking for signs of anyone else. He really did not want to be caught off guard when he hadn't even reached the end of the handbook yet, though, looking at Drew, he figured he must have read it by now and probably knew m...

atching for signs of whoever was hiding in the bush, Arsenio kept a tight lock on his fear of it being somebody who would kill him right then and there. Had it not been for his size, he probably wouldn't have even of approached the bush, let alone leave his tree. >> Seeing the boy come out of the bu...

Hm... interesting... Fingering the collar around his neck, Arsenio made note not to try to remove it, and to hope that someone died just so he could save his own ass. Obviously, he had just read the part about the collars, and wasn't too fond of them. That's when he heard something hit the forest f...

It was mid-afternoon when boy number three hundred thirteen began to awake. Laying on his back, the kit was dropped unceremoniously a few feet away from him. Just beneath his head, was a small un-earthed root which he had hit the back of his head on. The strong shall survive... the weak shall die......