I take their bishop and now their knight comes after me... Mark thought as Dorian charged him with the little butcher knife. The stab wounds from Warren stung painfully on his chest and stomach, but as Warren's limp body bled out over the cliff face Mark couldn't help but keep his smile up. They're...

" Adam Dodd... " Dodd? Dodd's dead? Didn't he get away from this the first time around? Doesn't that make him the most experiences, the highest chance of winning? Mark's brain filled with numbers, trying to do the statistics of him winning at all. With Dodd dead it seemed almost hopeless n...

"I...I don't know. Survive?" Dorian had replied. Arg, that pisses me off! You call this surviving?! Ah! Mark continued to keep his face to the water, trying to wrangle the thoughts from his mind. He felt his left hand tense up a bit more around the scimitar, but otherwise didn't show anyth...

It was still amusing. But it wasn't working. From the snide comments, the distrustful eyes, that 'crazy' smile bit... Jesus, what does it take to make other people trust you? I dunno, maybe not thinking of how to win every few seconds? Goddammit I'm getting annoying! Mark could barely stand to list...

(Wow, turn order got massacred... *shrugs*) Mark had to keep his giggling down as he watched the events unfold. Each person sprung and moved in unison, like some kind of beautiful dance that was sure to end on a good note. The blast of the gun was amusing, as was Hannah dropping. Every piece is fall...

((Mark continued from Weird Fishes )) The bump on his forehead was still glaring, the pain like a siren refusing to quit screaming. It was like his head was on fire, it hurt too badly. Mark didn't even have a clue what he looked like right now, or how long he was out. The goddamn rain hid the time p...

This whole thing wasn't going right. Damn this island! No one trusted anyone. I need trust to get anywhere! He continued to smile, trying his best to keep the anger from reaching his features. He wished he could just... Listen. There's no need to get aggressive. We... I have a group. I can be safe. ...

Mark's grin almost dropped when the gun was mentioned. Almost. More of a crack than anything else, but he quickly picked it back up before he himself completely noticed it. A gun. That shifts things away from my favor. If I want to do anything... Escape was no longer an option. Even he wanted to ste...

Mark tried to pass off a relieved face, but wasn't really sure how it came out. "Good. It'll be nice to be around other people who aren't pointing guns at each other." He let his shoulders relax a bit, but he couldn't help feel the need to look behind him. He glimpsed for a second, cursing...

Mark kept up his grin as the one with the funny accent spoke. He tried to remember them from school, tried to think back, but his head was feeling fuzzy from all of this. First that body... ugh. Mark didn't want to think about the past. The present was what mattered. He had to move the pieces in fro...

((Mark Continued from Sound and Fury )) Mark finally came to a clearing on the far side of the lagoon. This jungle was starting to get to him. Each confused journey seemed to take far too long and Johnny and him weren't talking like they used to. Maybe the screams and sounds echoing out around them ...

Derek, lost in his thoughts, shook his head a bit as the bell rang. Eric was stroming off seemingly angrilly as the rest of the class filed out, the teacher moving back to his desk in that annoying smud manner. Derek looked around the room, finally eyeing the clock. "What the..." Gathering...

Derek had just finished reading the note and started in on his reply when Mr. Kwong announced the classwork. He quickly moved his desk to Eric's, reluctantly moving his drawing aside for a bit of paper to work on the problem. Derek looked up at the problem now. "What... that's basically gibberi...

Elaine let her mind wander, tugging at a tendril of red hair while she imaged how the evening might go. It wasn't so hard, the waiting. The grass felt good, the breeze was soft, and Elaine was comfortable. She had brought the quaint old-style basket filled with store-bought foriegn foods that looked...

(OOC: Sorry for how this originally was if you read it, I was literally falling alseep as I typed) Derek was in the middle row, looking more at the rather poor drawing he was working on instead of his textbook. He'd glance up at the teacher occasionally and then go back to 'taking notes,' as he put ...