It was over so fast, Chase didn't even have time to scream. By the time he'd registered the gun as a threat, the bullet was already smashing through his skull, slicing through his brain in an instant.  He never met his killer's eyes, he never had a chance to wonder why. The paper fell from his hand ...

Chase was drawing, and the world was fading away as he worked. Outside, it was still raining.  Inside, it was still cold and gloomy.  None of that seemed to matter now, though.  For once, just for one blessed moment, he had a purpose.  He knew what he was making now, and there was a light in his eye...

((Chase Rodriguez continued from: Do You Know Who I Am? )) [hr] The world was falling apart and Chase was drawing. The maternity waiting room was hardly the most inspiring area to work.  Once upon a time, it might have been a happy, hopeful place, but that hardly showed in the dull, lifeless gloom ...

"I was just wondering if you were awake, was all", Chase answered in a mild voice.   He suppressed the little flash of irritation that came with being snapped at.  It wasn't like he couldn't understand, because if she was awake that meant she'd heard, and that meant she was going through e...

When Chase looked up, it had seemed like Lydia had somehow managed to sleep through it all in her corner of the room.  Her snoring seemed to stop briefly, and then picked up again, but nothing really seemed amiss at first glance.  In a way, he envied her that extra time of peace. He stayed down for ...

((Chase Rodriguez and Lydia Robbins continued from: "Man, what are you talking about?  I sent you a helicopter and a boat." )) ((All GMing of Lydia has been approved by MurderWeasel.)) [hr] By the time they reached what appeared to be a decent shelter, if only in a rather loose sense of t...

By the time Ian came back, Bella was long gone. He didn't want to accept it at first, not when he realized her bag was missing, not even when he saw the back door hanging ajar, highlighted by the few rays of sun peeking through the clouds, as if to mock him. It wasn't until he heard the lonely echo ...

"No, no.  My fault, sorry.  I shouldn't have asked." Ian had realized his misstep the instant he saw her face, realized he'd pushed too far.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  He should have taken the hint the first time, should have stopped asking.  Instead, he'd pressed on, because he'd been too ...

"...I'm sorry."   What else was there to say?  They'd both lost friends, and there was nothing that could be done about that.  Ian sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "I like to think about home sometimes too.  Yeah, it's a little sad, but it's sad because it's a memory worth...

"Heh, I doubt that."  A small grin played on Ian lips, as he leaned forward in his chair. "What I mean to say is, don't be too hard on yourself.  When I was a kid, I wanted to be a writer too, then an artist, and so many other things besides.  Problem was, no matter how hard I tried, ...

"Me?"   He trailed off thoughtfully for a moment. It was strange how much work it took to think of things before the island, think beyond his own plight.  There was never any time for pleasant memories, always something he needed to worry about, always a stinging sense of guilt, ever since...

"Can't say you missed too much.  I'm probably one of the most boring people there is to know." A small, mirthless chuckle, a sad little smile.  Humor wasn't helping now, and Ian didn't know what to say. Instead, he leaned over and pulled his bag towards him, started rooting through it.  He...

((Ian Williams continued from: Sleeper Cell )) ((All GMing Approved)) [hr] The gentle pitter-patter of rain against the clubhouse windows was perhaps the single most maddening sound Ian could imagine. It was a cruel irony indeed, that had him sitting in a creaky old chair in a long forgotten lounge...

((I should be the one apologizing.  I'm so freaking sorry for screwing up so badly yet again.)) [hr] Chase just stood there silently, not because there was nothing to say, but because there was simply too much. He'd just wanted peace and purpose, for the constant barrage to slow down,.  He'd just w...

"Excuse me." Chase was trying to be patient, he really was.   He'd nodded polity when yet another student appeared, apparently lagging behind the other softball people.  He restrained himself when the girl with the baseball bat - Iselle, wasn't it? - got in his face and started demanding a...