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"I don't need to hear about what I 'could've' done." Jamie grumbled in retort, even though his friend had long before picked up on the fact he needed to silence himself. Pale eyes were seemingly unequipped to adjust to the overcast; the contrast of the vivid ever expanding blue of the sky...

Jamie was no match for the larger man. Taking a stuttered step back as the backpack was shoved into his chest, as Chaz had accidentally pushed it against him with too much force. His stumble back was immediately followed by a jerk forward, as he followed his best-and only- friend out the doors...

Jamie held his breath, as if lack of oxygen would restrict the being from communicating with him any longer. He had gotten so accustomed to the nausea and the migraines that he was able to swallow it back, although his saliva proved to be as heavy as lead as it rolled down his throat. He could...

Trying to go against the crowd was like being sucked into a riptide. It had always been a struggle for him, he never was large enough or noticeable enough to not be claimed a victim to mob mentality. Actually, like a suiting metaphor for his life in whole. It seemed as if every time he was about...

The song the town sang was like a trance. The gentle melody of what Jamie once believed to be cars offered a soothing sense of comfort as the time passed. He thought for a moment that he needed to go back inside, he had left his bag and his winter coat. The long sleeve sweater he had worn that...

He wished it would stop. Somehow, the eccentric movements paired with the unseen glee of whatever was trying to make its presence known had unnerved Jamie more. It had visited Jamie's nightmares, seemed to always be a presence known with each flutter of the eye. But now this? Whatever it was...

Jamie wasn’t sure what had enticed him to do it. Having a patron sounded like a nice idea, and maybe he just had to prove to Chaz he wasn’t afraid to do it. But he wasn’t even sure of that fact. It felt so long ago, that whatever he was trying to prove by partaking in a tango with the devil, or...

Isaac didn’t like the odds, but he figured none of them did. He didn’t like lingering on the possibility that not all of them would make it out of here. That and the added possibility that if they had to play team games, they could be potentially forced to play against each other caused some...

He couldn’t help but to let out a laugh at Sato’s statement. Isaac had never been able to retain much in the way of muscle mass either, even before his addiction he had always had a tendency to lean on the scrawnier side of things. Often weighing at just underweight for his height. “I promised...

“I figured this place has the best vantage point. We will be able to keep an eye out in case people get violent during the night.” She said, gazing back over the room. “Apparently other people had the same idea, but I’m not one to let people walk all over me.” She figured his suggestion...

Brad hadn’t thought about the bunking situation much either, but he figured there wouldn’t be much territorial disputes early on. Especially since the staff members had seemed to ensure that there was just enough space for everyone. Brad caught a glimpse of Luis disrupting another group’s food...

Brad nodded a bit in response to what the other was saying. “I’ll keep my eye out and see what I can come up with.” It would take a while before Brad could determine which groups were powerful enough to disrupt, and what rumors could potentially ruin them. But it was worth the wait, and Brad...

Benni’s eyes flickered to her hands, noting her restlessness which was most likely a physical manifestation of her anxiousness in the moment. It only made him sympathize for her more, but he couldn’t blame her for her reaction. He was nervous too. He shifted his position, meeting her eyes once...

Benni had caught 333’s glance once more before straying his attention once more. She either loathed him or longed to make amends, he couldn’t quite tell. Maybe he should apologize to her for the vote. She probably didn’t want to hear it, but it was the least he could do. He figured he’d have to...

Benni stepped back as the fighting ensued, acting more of an observer than anything else; he was lucky no participant who wanted to leave had decided to single him out. But he figured his size might’ve been a factor in the matter. He wasn’t the strongest guy here for sure, but the muscle...

Benni shifted his stance as he waited for his own turn to vote. He was conflicted, to say the least. His eyes followed 333 as she made her way to the podium, even with the temptation of the money dangling overhead she remained steadfast in the fact she wanted to leave this place. That was fair...

A vote will be interesting. The majority of the people here would most likely vote to leave this place, but whether or not the masked men kept their word on the matter and would actually release them is a different story. Benni, 109, shifted in his place with the mention of the money. Was that...

Benni allowed his tense muscles to relax a bit once the game concluded, holding his position until he noticed others around him begin to shift without consequence. He had not been looking forward to having to face the carnage either, but it clearly didn’t rattle him as much as it would his new...

Once the gunshots seemed to cease, Benni let his eyes open again, glancing to his side to ensure the other two were still alive. Although he was already confident they had survived, since he could hear 33’s sobs throughout the carnage alongside 36’s commands to attempt to keep her alive. No...

Benni identified the first pop as gunfire immediately. He was all too familiar with the sound. The second and third just confirmed the fact. It took everything within him not to duck low to the ground, since that was what he was trained to do in the situations. Get low to the ground, find...