(( Faith Clementine Marshal-Mackenzie continued from At Least It's Not a Microwave )) The first thing that Faith noticed was the smell. At first it was faint, a hint of acridity clinging to the air that she couldn't place. But it grew thicker and more familiar as she trudged her way through the gree...

The book landed in the dirt in between them, the orange tinted cover and red text standing out, even if she couldn't make out what it depicted. The colour and motion combined held Faith's attention for a few moments, before it snapped back to the person who'd thrown it, as the fear of it being a dis...

Faith grimaced as Willow drifted away from her cover, slowly stepping out into the clearing with Zach, gun swinging lackadaisically by her side. Something about the stare that Willow had affixed her with felt wrong, not quite predatory, just unsettlingly deliberate as her eyes tracked up and down sl...

What’s your favourite colour? Erin: Steel blue. Colour I have my desktop set to, something about it's just calming. Alessandro: Man, that's a hard question! I feel like the colour I like the most changes every week. At least every time a new colour comes into fashion! [chuckles] Let's just go with ...

Faith locked eyes with the girl as she made herself visible, peeking out just enough that she could see a wave of her hand, and start to make out her face. It took a few moments for her to realise just where she recognised it from. The first day on the island, the person who'd came up behind her, ro...

The laughter that came as a response gnawed away at the thin layer of confidence she'd tried to wrap herself in, even as one of the group actually followed her demands, much to her surprise. Faith had hoped that it would stop them at a distance, maybe give away their position, enough to give her a c...

Faith was on her feet again. She could swear she heard voices, hiding under the perpetual drone of bugs, and rustling of leaves that otherwise seemed so easy to tune out. Her hands wrapped around the pole of the scythe, bringing it up to her side, the weight of it feeling reassuring as it tugged on ...

It was the moment of truth. Faith gingerly unwrapped the emergency blanket as it sat in her lap, fingers peeling away at the soot blackened material, revealing the mottled white flesh of cooked fish inside. It was coated in a fluid, though, and it still looked a little translucent. Pinching it betwe...

(( Faith Clementine Marshal-Mackenzie continued from Meet Me In the City )) Faith stirred the smouldering fire in front of her with a stick, turning around the blackened but still smoking chunks of wood within the stone circle she'd made, as she tried to keep the thing alight for as long as possible...

Faith's lips pursed together for a moment, and she broke her eyes away from Connor's. Somehow, just repeating what she'd said was worse than any retort he could have given, pointing out exactly what hid behind the flowery euphemism of 'having a say'. It had felt so righteous, so honourable in the mo...

Faith kept her grip on the pole firm, as much as it weighed on her conscience, and her shoulders to do so. She hadn't wanted to scare him, but pulling her guard down now, that almost felt like an invitation for him to stop her doing it again. Part of her could see it playing out in her head. A step ...

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Faith took a half-step backwards as Connor rose up to his full height, eyes flicking to his hands as he moved, straining to make out a glint of anything in the darkness. She couldn't see anything. He'd not been violent before, either. He was still her friend, and the last person she could call that ...

Sure! I am for once not actually behind on any of my characters, so let's do this. In reverse order, because that's easiest, and funniest. 7 - Eoin Harper (Virtua) - What makes Eoin my worst character ever? Is it the painfully bland prose? The lack of any proactivity in the character because his per...

Faith froze in place as the noise registered with her. Everything felt terribly still for a moment, as she stopped mid-breath, as if any other fraction of a sound might be enough to tip the balance. But then, the sound of motion, fabric rustling, before a torso rose up from the floor to look back at...