Teddybear

Briar was not one for sympathy. She did what she had to, she did as she was told, and never, ever did she risk herself for the sake of sympathy. ...

Gareth's comment had Briar back on guard. She frowned, keeping her eyes on him, "What do you mean?" she asked, all emotion draining from her voice once more. If she ...

Briar reached up and released her hair from the bunches to which it was restrained, leaving it free to cover her exposed neck. She had to keep herself from shivering. ...

@ScarlettFire?

Briar kept her gaze pinned down. "To say no was to make myself a liar," she said, something like anger tinting her voice, a warning.

Briar froze. It was just half a second before she got her bearings, but she knew that -if what Nubes said was true- he would have noticed. That is, if ...

Briar didn't let her guard down. In fact, it went up further. The newcomer, Nubes, looked to be capable of dealing quite a lot of damage if he was so ...

Briar didn't pull out her gun, not yet, but her hand inched toward it. Odds were, whoever was banging on the hatch was just another one of them, stranded and ...

Briar shook her head, "Some infectious diseases take a while to show symptoms," she thought about her own experiments, how the longest living subject had gone sixty days without showing ...

Briar shook her head, "It wasn't safe for them," she said, referring to the dead bodies, "The passage of time doesn't mean that it is safe for us." She kept ...

Queenie took an involuntary step back, her grip tightening around her gun. She glanced at the door. She could leave. She should leave. She had every reason to. She closed ...

Queenie's smile didn't falter, rather, it morphed in tone. Before it had been false-sweet, but now it was pure malice. "If you want to stop wasting time," she said, her ...

Queenie stared Ryder down. 'A mistake' he had said. A mistake had brought her here. A mistake was keeping her here. In New York City. In what appeared to be ...

She resisted for a second, then let the gun drop to her side. She glared, "What makes you think that's up to you?" she growled. If she wasn't going to ...

Queenie didn't lower her gun, didn't change her expression, and didn't pull the trigger. "You heard him, he'll live," she said, calmly, "Plus, I think putting a bullet in the ...