Jake's hands wrapped around the warm, gritty, rough surface of his weapon. The weapon that seemed to almost smile smugly at him, as if it was trying to convince him to do something stupid just to save it. He darted back into the bush, faster than he darted out, cinderblock tucked under his arm. Did ...

And then, he saw it. The cinderblock. In his haste to hide from the various kids from his high school who may or may not be inclined to kill him, Jake had made the leap into the bush with his daypack, but sans weapon. His assigned chunk of stone was currently smugly sitting by the babbling brook, st...

((Jake Crimson continued from Morning Comes Slowly )) Jake felt like utter shit. Combat boots and leather pants are not conducive to walking long distances on a hot day. He had spent almost the entire third day of his stay on the island walking, after spending most of Day 2 unconscious. He had no wa...

((Jake Crimson is now under my control. Bwahahahahahaha.)) And then, Jake Crimson was alone. They had left. The murderous young man and his companions had all taken off, somehow not noticing him. He really needed to stop talking to himself; he'd just draw even more attention. As he got up to look fo...

The feeling was odd. It felt like a combination of a punch and a pinprick. At least at first. It was like the time he stepped on a sewing needle as a kid; it went straight through his foot, missing all the nerves. Only caused a little pain. Suddenly, all the wind was knocked out of him. His breath d...

((All GMing approved)) For all his love of guns, Chris had never actually fired one in his life. He had been around a few gunshots, including a lot of blank guns for stage shows, but he had never gotten the chance to fire one. He wanted to make sure that when he finally bought one or got taken shoot...

((Christopher Carlson continued from The Moon is Laughing at You )) I hate this fucking pack. This was the mantra Chris kept up in his mind for an entire day of walking. It wasn't that heavy, but the balance was awkward and made it uncomfortable to lug around. He felt like a zombie; he barely rested...

((Due to time constraints imposed by the recent roll, I will be breaking post order to get moving)) Chris paused, turning to look out on the huge space. The rec center was starting to become just as empty as it had been the previous night when they arrived. Soon, silence would be reclaiming the dust...

Barbecued pork was, surprisingly enough, a very apt description of what burnt human flesh smelled like. As Chris looked around in the silence after his monologue, he noticed that in his intense speechmaking trying to defend the poor girl from facing a hail of accusations and possibly blades, he had ...

((Mom's doing a bit better, so I can finally post)) Chris rubbed his eyes. His feet ached, his head ached, his entire existence just seemed to be achey and tired. He didn't want anything more than sleep at that point. "Yeah, I'm fine" he said to the newly-christianed Simon. "Just tire...

Chris leaned forward, hearing his back crack slightly. He winced, then stretched. More cracking. Ow 5 minutes of sitting, staring, and contemplating existence doesn't make for a wonderful time. He would have been bored, had he not been so preoccupied with his own mind. So he stood and stretched some...

((Christopher Carlson continued from Ten Shades of Gray , duh)) How the flying fuck did I end up doing this? He made a promise to himself. He promised himself that he wouldn't trust anyone, that he wouldn't join up with any groups in a ridiculous attempt to survive the battle. He may not have been m...

"Hey. The shit are you doing man?" Chris felt a tinge of irritation at this apparent confusion on the kid's part. He was hoping that walking out with his arms up would at least make it apparent that he was coming out peacefully and not holding any weapons. Guess the subtle approach wasn't ...

((Christopher Carlson continued from Wakey wakey, sunshine... )) Chris felt like everything was in pain. His feet were throbbing, his bad leg had an ache that would give him a slight limp for at least an hour, and his lungs were burning. The run from the burning forest alone was enough to leave him ...

((Christopher Carlson continued from Woods of Paranoia )) Chris didn't get much sleep the night of the first day. He was plagued by nightmares. Constant, never-ending visions of fire. Black skulls. A young girl with her flesh melting off. He didn't even know her name, just that she was dead. And he ...