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It was endearing and incredibly heartwarming, Winnie had to give her that much. She and Mikaela must be very close, if she would be willing to do all of this again just to ensure that the woman in question didn’t have to be here by herself. They must have been very close before they got here–and...

Winnie let out a soft hum in consideration at her response. So, a lot of killers meant a lot of different abilities that she had to learn about. She resisted the urge to audibly sigh, instead channeling the energy into impatiently tapping her foot on the ground instead. She couldn’t blame Sable...

Well, that would make sense, right? Maybe it would just be safe to blame her arrival here on that–on him. The way that Cody put it, it really did make sense–so, Winnie decided that she’d go with that from now on. Since she didn’t die, and she also hadn’t gotten herself lost like some others...

From her current position–the crack in the door, and the general darkness that swallowed her up within the rickety shack–she could very clearly see him going through the motions of recognition. Sherry had a watchful eye, and from her lovely “vantage point”, she could very well see the initial...

Mikaela. Winnie took a glance around just as Sable did, wondering if the girl in question was around here anywhere–but it seemed that she was not. Unfortunate, as she would have liked to talk to her, honestly. Sable was pretty cool, so she could only assume that Mikaela was similar if they were...

“Pardon?” Winnie couldn’t help but blurt out–oh, she hoped that didn’t come off as too rude… She just couldn’t fathom why she would ever come here of her own volition. Even when Sable had insisted that, yes, they had indeed heard her correctly, she had a hard time believing her. If it weren’t...

Winnie gave an avid nod as she planted herself down on the log beside Cody, and she glanced towards Sable as she began to speak. Everyone seemed to say that they got used to it, but she couldn't comprehend that–she highly doubted that she'd ever truly get used to this place. “Everyone says...

When the fog had finally flooded the shed, she closed her eyes to make the falling feeling a little less nauseating. She had been sitting when she was taken away, but upon her arrival she was standing again–she would absolutely never get used to the transportation process of this place, that’s...

Winnie looked towards Cody at his hopeful declaration, and she could only hum hopefully in agreement. “Hopefully.” Hope didn’t seem to do much for them here, though, because she could already see the fog hovering just outside of the survivors clearing, barely hidden away within the treeline...

It was only a matter of time before questions regarding the trials and how this realm worked came up again, and Winnie was kind of glad that Cody took it upon himself to ask some questions right now. Steer the conversation away from the most recent stabbing incident, to instead talk about...

Peni’s lips tugged upwards into a smile when she noted the slightest change in the way he carried himself. He was proud of himself, clearly–that was good, it was definitely a feat to be proud of. Hell, even she was proud of him for it. She resisted the childish urge to bump her shoulder...

Nobody had said anything to them yet regarding what had happened before they left, but by the way that they were staring, they may as well have audibly said something about it. Her eyes shifted over the survivors, trying to understand or at least hypothesize what everyone had been thinking–and...

At least she was getting him to laugh about it, even just a little bit. It hadn't really been funny at the time, no, and she wasn't entirely sure if she actually found it funny now–but the way that she worded it made it sound more humorous than frightening. What matters is she got him to smile...

From his initial reaction of just looking at her, she wondered if the question had possibly hurt his feelings or maybe triggered something within him. Her brows furrowed together, and a small frown etched itself into her features, concern written all over her face. If it was too painful for him...

Winnie settled on the floor with her legs crossed like an elementary school student, her hands resting on either of her knees. She watched him as he seemed to mull over his response in his mind, and she couldn’t help but tilt her head quizzically. You think so? She had wanted to ask, but...

After a bit of wandering, they ended up in an awfully put together shack that was a little ways out from the campfire. It was one of the ‘buildings’ that they had been told about before, and they had come to see it briefly with a guide but they hadn't gone inside. Despite it hardly being a shack...

Winnie’s eyes shifted from Danny’s wound, and then back up to his face–er, mask. She blinked owlishly at his response, unsure how to respond to it, but she didn’t have to, seeing as he had already begun walking away before she could. Until he had entirely disappeared, she didn’t move–didn’t even...

Point taken that nobody was listening at all. What was the point in talking if nobody listened? She glanced over towards the fire, making eye contact with David and Nea who were still there, but they had since stood up and come a bit closer to witness whatever was happening. It was worth...

For a long moment, Winnie just stared at Cody in complete and utter disbelief. As if what he had said was completely outlandish, which it kind of was. How could he be so sure that he wouldn't get himself hurt doing–whatever it is that he was trying to do here? “Fine.” She managed to push the...

Now, what was she to expect to come after something like that? Nothing good from Danny, no amount of non-verbal pleading would alter that. So, when Cody had suddenly been forcefully pulled closer to the treeline, Winnie's head practically snapped to follow the movement. Winnie's brows slowly...