Phindin

This is fun. The concept--falling angels trapping someone in somewhere to die--is great. Fun, fun. I think a quick proofread would take care of the most obvious errors, some of ...

(Oi. Sorry for the absence. Seems like you guys did fine without me, though. Walter will strike back eventually, but your charas should have some down time first.)

[Walter] Walter rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this. One of you will do just fine. I can find the other later." Walter stepped forward, grabbing Alana by ...

[Walter] Walter smiled. "Oh, I don't have to kill you. I could shoot an arm or a leg or a shoulder… I'm not picky." Walter pointed the barrel toward each ...

[Walter] Walter snorted. "Perhaps you should let her leave, hm? Might be safer. I have no need for her. You, however, despite appearances, are actually of some value to me. ...

[Walter] Cigarette in mouth, Walter watched as Drake left the apartment at a run. He took a drag, then exhaled deeply. Once. Twice. He then flicked the cigarette aside and ...

Name: Walter Rose Race: Human (?) Age: 29 Team: Rogues Background: Began his involvement in the "war" as one of the Rogue's most effective and feared assassins--savage, violent, passionate and ...

Oh, but you do enjoy flirting with abstrusity, don't you? I don't know why, but something about God and religion tickle my funny bone when presented in a certain way. ...

I typically think it's a bad idea to write something simply for the sake of writing something. If a describing a journey from one location to another does nothing to ...

Nobody ever notices a lack of swearing. Aha. I was hoping someone would say this. I actually do, on occasion, notice a lack of swearing. I've probably read too many ...

To me, this seems a little harsh. I don't recall there ever being any clear-cut rule at the top of the Storybook forum saying that any sexual stuff has to ...

Vincent, End of Third Period – Friday, August 8th Light of finger--as a pianist, he had it down--Vincent smoothed away a strand of Arabella's hair that had fallen over her ...

Drake's teeth sank in. Walter yelled. Yet Drake would have it little better. Walter's blood, chemically altered, would taste like oil. Walter turned. Alana's shots were bothering him. He used ...

Vincent, Third Period - Friday, August 8th "Eh, you know," Vincent said, shrugging. "School. You?" "Yeah, not much," she replied. "Right on." He paused. "So, any plans for the weekend?"

Walter hurled more of the rubble at Alana. Then he punched at the building Drake had flown into. Hard. Fast. Quickly crushing the foundation. Walter wanted the building to crash ...