"That's why I'm gonna put a bullet through his head. Get rid of Hansel, get rid of KK, hell, I'll get rid of everyone if I have to." Virgil was yelling. He was out on the pitch, screaming at his lazy-ass fly half to get in position so that he didn't have to fend two guys off the ruck forev...

Virgil pointed his gun to the left and fired once, embedding a shell into the wall past Kathryn. He then pointed the gun right back at her. "I've been trying to make this fucking bullshit end," Virgil yelled. "Michelle, she had a plan. Get everyone together, don't kill, run down the t...

How had she not seen that Carlos died? That made no fucking sense. Even if it was an accident, like she was saying, there were a lot of loose ends. Like where was Iselle now, and what about the gunshot? "Fine, I believe you about Carlos," Virgil said, his voice laced with doubt, "but ...

She was laughing. Why the fuck was she laughing? Had she gone crazy, like so many others out here? Virgil couldn't quite connect that his present appearance, with the menacing shotgun juxtaposed with his mostly naked body, was fairly amusing. Kathryn was fairly quick to explain herself, and Virgil m...

((Virgil Jefferson-Davis continued from The Mad and Hungry Dogs )) Virgil had spent the rest of the day chasing Travis, but the other boy had quickly lost him by ducking through some alleys or buildings or something. Virgil was pissed. First Mara, then Travis. He was doing a shit job at tracking dow...

((assuming GMing is okay here given your last post)) Matt pushed back towards the surface as soon as it was firm in his grasp. He kicked his way up, succumbing momentarily to his primal instinct not to drown, not to die. He was not in danger, yet instinct still took over. Water splashed all around h...

Matt couldn't quite hear their conversation. He didn't care to, either, instead favoring to ruminate on how to leverage the situation to his advantage as much as possible. He needed to be tactical, not sentimental. He couldn't let any emotion get in the way of. Wait. Why was the stupid bitch leaving...

It wasn't long before Mara's gun exploded in bullets, Matt quickly moved to cover his ears; the sound was far louder than he'd expected. This was the first time he'd heard a gun go off, at least this close. Even with the noise, Matt couldn't help but smirk. Another one bit the dust, and Matt was tha...

Everything was moving so fast. Mara was pointing the gun at them, but not shooting. Suddenly Stacey was going for her gun and Finn was calling and holy shit someone was about to die. Again. It had taken so long for Matt to see someone killed, killed by his command. He'd had control, then. Jac was un...

((Matt Vartoogian continued from I'll fix this eventually I promise)) Matt had tried really hard to keep any snark from coming out as he and Finn chased Mara across the island. He had relatively little reason to be going on this chase. He and Finn weren't friends, and he had nothing to gain from fin...

Virgil nodded in response to Tyler.

Everything went as planned.

((Virgil Jefferson-Davis continued elsewhere))

"That's fine. We find Travis, kill him, then go our separate ways. Then we hope we don't run into each other again."

"Wanna look for him together? Having support would be nice for taking him down."

Tyler got the gladiator metaphor. That was good, it was common ground. But Tyler was also right that he was no Spartacus. Spartacus tried to set everyone free. Virgil wanted to condemn them all. Maybe he should think through his metaphors a bit better. He snorted at the mention of Travis. Virgil had...

Tyler was getting angrier as he spoke. Virgil could hear it in his tone, see it in his body language. His grip on his gun tightened, and he took a small step back before adjusting his weight forward a bit. He had to be ready if Tyler made a sudden move. "You're wrong, Tyler. This isn't prison, ...