Ava Murbarger

Alessio’s first plan was to find a place to hide, with the goal of surviving Arsene long enough to get off this ship and get his bearings. He was right now memorizing the location of everything on the ship, when he finished that he would “stumble upon” Arsene’s stolen goods and hand them to the guard.

At the moment Alessio was in the cafeter…[Read more]

Pia looked at K’Nika. She was the local, even though she was pretending to be Kallun’s sister.

The girl gazed at the berries. “Well.. it all depends..”

“How?”

”they have to be perfectly ripe to eat, and they look unripe. They are red. But if they were half red and half blue, then they’d be perfect.”

Just thought you’d appreciate the running gag at home is “This Castle has only one braincell and he doesn’t know what glass it!”

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@kimlikesart

@miller Stomach/abdomen stabs are tricky. In order to be a fairly quick death, you need a couple things to happen. Massive loss of blood, direct damage to heart/lungs, or damage to the brain. Basically anything that will very quickly prevent oxygen from reaching the brain and other vital organs.

A wound to the stomach area (what we think of as…[Read more]

So anyone know if you can die to a stab wound in the abdomen or stomach? Google isn’t helping me at all.

Answer when you have the time and thanks!

“Sounds interesting. Hopefully it’s good,”

“You know, Julian,” Ellie said, “You should just be happy with whatever you get at this point.”

He shrugged and sat down on the log as Ellie passed the fish around.

“Oh, here, we can eat my berries,” Julian said picking up his bag where he had put them

Lacey was actually awake now, “Wait,” she said as…[Read more]

Arsene had crawled through the vents, searching and scheming. His radio had detected more conversations about the safe, which described it as being large and difficult to transport. Such a safe would contain interesting contents, if Arsene could look inside. After finding a laptop, which was in a storage room, Arsene started searching through the…[Read more]

“It is to me.” K’Nika replied, “I love it.”

Pia shrugged, “I’m sure it’s good.”

Kallun shrugged. “Well it’s not a delicacy if that’s what you’re asking.”

Julian leaned over the pot to see it and frowned, “I’ve never had this before. It’s good?”

“Are you implying I had something to do with that?” Arsene responded with ridiculously fake innocence. If it was supposed to be amusing, it wasn’t.

“I’m not implying I’m stating; you did this.” He hissed “You think you can bribe me into trusting you?”

No,” The robber smirked “I just wanted you to hold on to my share as well. Besides, you do…[Read more]

“Move! You’re in the road!”

I recoil from the blaring noise coming with the annoyed screams.

“Oh shut up you dirt-eater! Can’t you see I’m blind?!”

What’s this punk talking about “in the road?” This ain’t a road. Roads are steel and electricity suspended two bodies’ high in the air! Ya’d be an idiot to get on them. It’s impossible to get [Read more]

K’Nika grinned And filled her pot with water, then tore the leaves in half and dropped them in, nestling it around the coals.

“Wow, that was quick,” Julian said, surprised.

Ellie pulled the fish of the fire, “These are done, the fire is yours.”

“What is this…?!” The boy whispered at Arsene. Evidently, he wanted explanations.

“Are you implying I had something to do with that?” Arsene answered with all the innocence he could muster.

But he was never good at being guiltless. “I’m not implying, I’m saying you DID put these into my pockets. Are you trying to bribe me into trusting you?”…[Read more]

Arsene feigned a yawn before saying, “What’s your name?”

Alessio wasn’t about to tell him, but he really needed information. Seeing him pause, Arsene smirked.

“Then my name is not your business.” He said “If anyone were to ask you who I am though, my name is Raoul Leblanc.”

“And what if I tell them your name’s Arsene,” Alessio said stubborn…[Read more]

*Nithel jumped back when the giant cart zoomed up and almost careened into the blind man. He didn’t know whether to bolt, or stay, and the glass dust still stung his feet.

The blind man shouted and waved his stick more.

Nithel’s eyes widened. Wait… They were on a road? “We’re… out of the building…” He whispered.

“Getting out of the pile of glass would be a wonderful start punk.” The man shook his shirt, and larger chunks of the shiny stuff fell from his shoulders and hit the floor with tings or cracks. “I sure don’t want to fall face first in it.”

So the glittery stuff was ‘glass’. Nithel’s brow furrowed, and he debated leaving the wall to walk towar…[Read more]