Even as their eyes met, Ian let his fall away.  His thoughts were muddled, an incoherent mess of guilt and doubts overwhelming any point of reference in his mind.  He didn't know what to say to her now, any more than he'd known what to tell Juhan before. "S'kind of a lot." he mumbled, as i...

"Oh, you know.  Murder, betrayal, the usual." Ian said brightly, a weak, plastic smile hanging on his lips. It was surreal.  Just minutes ago, he'd been fighting for his life only to literally be kicked aside and abandoned by the last person he'd trusted, with the other having fled mere mo...

It really was her.  Go figure.   A tiny chuckle escaped Ian's lips, threatening to turn into something near hysterical until the sound caught in throat, sending him straight into another coughing fit.  He shuddered on the ground, fighting back nausea as each racking cough sent waves of pain lancing ...

The light of the sun was bright, almost blinding as Ian lay prone against the ground.  Lights seem to swim and fade before his eyes, dancing through the tears even with his eyes desperately shut against them.   There was no past, no present, no future, no meaning to anything, anymore.  All his tatte...

(Slight deviations from Mara's post present, regarding Ian's behavior.  Slightly anachronic.  Will gladly edit/discuss changes at request.) [hr] Somehow, Ian came out on top in the struggle. The blind determination and adrenaline that had driven him beyond the point of exhaustion ebbed away as he la...

Ian recoiled at the other's words as if he'd been slapped.  A thousand emotions played on his face, but not a word escaped his lips.  There weren't any words for this. How dare he?  How dare he?  Did Juhan think he'd looked for this fight?  Was he supposed to have let Alda butcher him?  Or maybe it ...

Ian heard the steps coming closer, but he didn't look up.  He could see Juhan out of the corner of his eye, but he wasn't ready to acknowledge him.  Let him break the silence.  Let him decide what to say, for once. Except, just as suddenly, he heard his friend walking away. Against his will, he look...

Ian simply watched as Alda died in front of him, still bent over her, still clutching the knife's grip as her blood flowed onto his hands.  Perhaps it was fascinated horror, perhaps it was simply exhaustion catching up with him, but he couldn't move.  He couldn't look away when he met her hateful ga...

Time seemed to pass in a disjointed blur.   There were words, but Ian barely heard them.  There was pain, stinging across his chest and ringing in his head, but he hardly felt it.  There was only Alda, a wicked grin on her face and the knife in her hands, curving down to meet him. Then suddenly, the...

Ian could almost have smiled when he felt the shovel dig into Alda's side.  It was almost too perfect, too easy to take  advantage of her momentary confusion, grasping her knife arm as tightly as he could manage without even a scratch.   The world seemed to fade away as they struggled, becoming some...

And once again, there was no more time, no more chances to think.  Alda was flying towards him, and Ian was already moving to meet her.  He'd seen it coming in the way she'd tensed as she spoke, the little signals his rusty eye was struggling to catch, and he was ready. It was the knife that worried...

He should have kept quiet.  He shouldn't have let her get in his head, but he couldn't help himself.  Alda was hitting too close too close to home. "Do you think I don't know that?  Do you think I wouldn't give anything to do it differently?"   There was a tremor in his voice, and he hated...

It was an instant that seemed to stretch into eternity.   Ian stared at the girl who'd appeared so suddenly behind him, at a loss for words or thought.  He wanted to tell her he hadn't meant it.  He wanted to say it was an accident, that Paulo had given him no choice, that he'd only done what was ne...

((Ian Williams continued from: Intermission )) ((Slight GMing of Takeshi due to Zab being Away, to the effect that he's sleeping.  Will edit as desired)) [hr] It was his eighth day on the island, and Ian was physically and emotionally drained.  He nodded politely as the others spoke, but his mind a...

So, that was settled then. Chase was already feeling a little more at ease after Lydia's reply.  If she had felt any annoyance him, it didn't show, and everything seemed to be alright.  What mattered now was that she had agreed that it was time to get moving, and he really needed to pick up the pace...