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- Fri Aug 10, 2018 8:05 am
- Forum: Cafeteria
- Topic: Food For Thought
- Replies: 9
- Views: 351
Re: Food For Thought
As Alison's look started to turn to a glare, Marc felt his fists instinctively clench and his own look settle firmly into a scowl. But then she turned away, back to her sandwich and away from him, a dismissal as clearly obvious as if she'd said it aloud. Almost as quickly as it had risen, the heat a...
- Fri Aug 10, 2018 8:05 am
- Forum: Cafeteria
- Topic: Food For Thought
- Replies: 9
- Views: 351
Re: Food For Thought
Oh fuck. Alison had noticed the staring. Fuck, shit, of course she had. Why was he staring like a dumbass anyway? What was he expecting? That she'd open her mouth and-- Oh. And, of course, she did. Marc felt himself hunch defensively over his mutilated slice, suddenly caught off-guard in an uncomfo...
- Fri Aug 10, 2018 8:05 am
- Forum: Cafeteria
- Topic: Food For Thought
- Replies: 9
- Views: 351
Re: Food For Thought
The search of the bag proved fruitless, and also any other kind of food less. A few cookie crumbs on the bottom and a crumpled Aero wrapper still sticky with chocolate were the only remotely edible things inside and Marc wasn't exactly that desperate. Yet. Alison didn't say anything else to him, jus...
- Fri Aug 10, 2018 8:04 am
- Forum: Cafeteria
- Topic: Food For Thought
- Replies: 9
- Views: 351
Re: Food For Thought
As Alison sat down at the table, Marc gave up on the pizza and shoved it away from himself, letting it sit limp and disappointing a few inches away from him as he pulled his backpack up onto his lap, rummaging through it with the vague hope that it might spit out something else edible. Fully committ...
- Fri Aug 10, 2018 8:04 am
- Forum: Cafeteria
- Topic: Food For Thought
- Replies: 9
- Views: 351
Food For Thought
Ugh. What had been perfectly acceptable pizza the night before had morphed, in its chrysalis of Saran wrap, into a soggy, limp, toppings-sliding-off-sweaty-cheese piece of disappointment that looked more like recycled garbage sitting in front of him than it did a meal. Not for the first time and ce...
- Sun Jan 22, 2012 10:19 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
The question took him by surprise. Reflexively he opened his mouth to answer because there was only one answer for these scenarios, wasn't there? Of course she was. You always told people that death was happy, peaceful. You made it easier for the living because they were the ones who were left behin...
- Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:39 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
This wasn't what Ilario had expected. He'd expected blood and fire and -- and that had happened, already, but he'd always had some vague idea in his head of a grand final showdown. This was just talking. Just sitting and talking like being back at school, like being with his friends, his sisters. No...
- Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:19 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
"Um." The words were thick and heavy in Ilario's mouth. They tasted like copper and salt. "I think they're dead too." He paused for a second, more for breath than for any kind of effect. "I think...everyone is, now. Except me. And you." Except Rhory was dead, wasn't she...
- Tue Jan 17, 2012 5:12 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
Ilario remained in place long after Ivan had stopped breathing, crouched low to the ground as he stared at the bloody mess of a body in front of him. The sticky ropes of crimson were already congealing on the ground and the boy's tattered clothes, anchoring his body more firmly to the earth. He was ...
- Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:52 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
With every pained push forwards, Ilario waited for the gunshot. For the hit. For something to stop him. He anticipated it and knew it would not come in equal parts, knowing he could not die here so close to his goal pushing him forwards while his mind shrieked at him to go for cover with what little...
- Sun Jan 08, 2012 8:11 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
For a few moments Ilario really thought he had it. He had no formal experience in hand to hand fighting, or indeed any experience at all; his only real foray into the world of punching and kicking had been at the hands of JJ Sturn. And he was dead now, wasn't he? Ilario couldn't recall. He didn't ha...
- Thu Jan 05, 2012 8:32 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
Sluggish muscles and reflexes deadened with exhaustion starvation dehydration everything didn't respond in time. Ilario still pulled the trigger even as he realized he didn't have the shot anymore, somehow Ivan was moving and he watched in horror as another precious bullet splintered the wood of the...
- Tue Jan 03, 2012 7:27 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
As the shot slammed into the wall next to him Ilario flung himself sideways, feet catching clumsily and forcing him to let his own gun dip away from its perfect line on the other boy. He was balanced again within moments and bringing the semiautomatic to bear, but the damage had been done. He'd lost...
- Mon Jan 02, 2012 5:56 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
Ilario remained crouched next to the body for long moments after he pulled the trigger. What had once been Reiko Ishida and was now just some earthly shell lay sprawled at an odd angle, face crumpled and disfigured. Bone, blood, and brain formed a halo around dark hair and spread out in a silent wav...
- Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:41 am
- Forum: Town Center
- Topic: Everybody Loses
- Replies: 45
- Views: 1782
Re: Everybody Loses
The gun kicked in Ilario's hands, the smell of cordite filled the air, and Reiko fell. A series of events so quick and so simple that in Ilario's head they unspooled almost like a children's book, a series of statements and easy pictures. The recoil of the gun landing on old bruises. A sharp smell t...