"Hurry up, before they get us!" "Don't need to tell me twice," Abel muttered, hand now pressing his Stetson flat against his scalp as he took off alongside Michael, running at full tilt through the thinning rain. He was now less worried about the gunfire, as it had graciously av...

"What-" Abel was only able to half-mumble the word as the brush shuddered on the other side of the bridge, due to several factors. First and foremost, Evan had taken the girl and buggered off back into the jungle with neither him or the new guy that was now coming across the bridge. Abel l...

(My character is now officially at the risk of being killed off due to inactivity... and so, as allowed by Crash in his Inactivity thread, to hell with posting order .) "Aw, hell..." Abel cursed breathlessly, smearing one of his jeans trousers with rain-stirred mud as he dragged himself to...

Abel's head tilted towards the newcomer, his narrow eyes fixing on Michael's approaching form. From across the ravine's expanse, he tried to spy out some kind of weapon on him; he seemed barehanded, but pockets were nice places for storing things away. As he reached Dawn and Evan on the other side, ...

A lot of other people would be aggravated by this course of events. If one had communicated with another person, offered help despite the dangers of the situation, disarmed oneself to indicate no harm was intended and done all this in loud tones across a significant pedestrian-thoroughfare, it was s...

"What girl-" Abel began, but interrupted himself abruptly as his eyes focused on the figure standing quite clearly beside the boy on the other side of the bridge. What the hell? When did she get there? Was she always there...? Abel shook his head once. He needed to be more careful. If she'...

Fingers still on the rim of his Stetson, Abel froze as the unfamiliar voice rang across the ravine, muscles tensing as the idea of simply running away flashed through his mind. Sure, he wasn't really into this whole thing, but he still wasn't very keen on dying a laughable death after making his fir...

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Up until now, Abel had, admittedly, been quite detached from it all. Heading out on his own, ducking around any potential encounters with other students, listening with something of a bored indifference to the horrors that unfolded out of his sight. He'd been eating sp...

Abel almost broke his rhythm with a shudder of laughter, as Michael threw caution to the wind and busted out a ripping air-guitar solo. How terrible was this? Former classmates were out there, scared, some hurt... some dying. Many already dead. And here two fools with no regard for their safety or a...

Of course Abel knew the tune. In some kind of arguably stereotypical fit to his looks, 'Sweet Home Alabama' was a great song in his opinion. As they walked, and Michael interspersed the singing with his response on strategy, Abel himself began humming the tune under his breath, the only visual sign ...

"Abel," Abel replied, a tiny tilt in his tone-of-voice suggesting pride of his name. He regarded his donated tonfa with a slow, subtle nod, as if he were appraising just how effective it would be in Michael's hands. Then, rounding out his shoulders once, he resumed his lope along the trail...

(PA's character Michael and my character Abel entering from A Moment's Hesitation . Don't worry, I'm not expecting Ed to kill as I asked before, DA. ;D) Shoes on soggy, wet grass. The dull, half-hearted crunching sound trailed off, as Abel came to a halt in the middle of the trail, back straight, le...