DriveEMOut

What Could Go Wrong?

Aaron slowly edged out into the hall. "H-h-hey f-fucker! Come and g-get me!" He wasn't about to slowly fade into the dark, afraid and nothing accomplished. "At the v-very least I'm t-taking you with m-me!" He readied his bat, his grip slippery and sweaty. He walked down the hall. "I swear to f-fucking g-god if you of all f-fucking people are b-being a c-coward I'll kill you myself!" He yelled. He wasn't afraid anymore. He just wished he had done something in his life instead of hiding from the rest of the world, playing video games on the couch with his few friends. "Do it." He said, quieter. "Kill me." His grip on the bat was tight again, ready. "At least I'm going with a bang."
@BoyMom035

DC New Generation of Heroes

I can make the suit less like a suit and more like a kid who was lucky to get some police gear, just like a bulletproof vest under a hoodie if you want. And the cowl can be a ski mask or a motorcycle helmet.
@Azure Sea

Guild of Dishonor

@SantosGabriel77
Reeve rolled his eyes at Tristan. "This "something incredible" could save your life. Thank me later."

@Raccoon Eyes
Reeve looked up in surprise of her interest. "I'm trying to sculpt a certain metal into a sort of vial so I could contain a very corrosive acid. The trouble is mostly making a lid for it. The metal's very difficult to shape." He looked at Ahsoka. "Apologies, for earlier. I can be very rash when it comes to my work."

Guild of Dishonor

Reeve looked up, exasperated, at the rest of the group. "Do you all mind? I'm in the middle of a very important breakthrough, and I would appreciate if you all would be quieter!" His chest heaved, obviously very serious about his work. "I hope this experiment fails and the acid burns through your heart." He muttered to himself as the went back to poring through his notebook, mouthing random metals and better ways to forge a container as he pulled seemingly random materials from his bag. He didn't really feel connected to the rest of the group. They probably thought of him as scum, being a formal noble and all. Whatever. If he had learned anything, it's that you either use people, or they use you. There was no in between. And there certainly couldn't be any trust in a group like this. He sighed.
[@Racoon Eyes]@Raptra@LadyinInk@FreeElk@bloonewb@SantosGabriel77@HumanMusic@KatherinWinter

What Could Go Wrong?

@BoyMom035
Aaron was being hunted. It was obvious to even him. He could hear the footsteps as he frantically searched for a hockey stick, a lacrosse stick, anything. His grasping hands finally landed on a baseball bat. It would have to do. He turned around quickly, bat at the ready. Nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief. The killer must have just walked past and didn't see Aaron. Thank god that was the case. It could have been Aaron's end.

Escape Ardwill Asylum

Name: Riley
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Short bio: College student with nothing else to do. Has an almost obsession with riddles and creating/discovering new ones.
Easiest puzzle: Riddles
Hardest puzzle: Non-logical ones. (Performing something that doesn't make sense.
Other: Very quiet and thoughtful. Carries a notepad filled with riddles. They look like the writings of a madman.

DC New Generation of Heroes

Hate to bother you, but is my CS accepted or not? If not, how would you like for me to improve it?
@Azure Sea

Guild of Dishonor

Reeve Thybaut sat hunched over his chemicals journal, muttering to himself. He was close to a breakthrough on a guaranteed safe container to carry the acid he used to burn through most metals, but Reeve was having some serious trouble with brainstorming ideas to refine the material he planned on using into a container like safe. A bucket would work, but it wouldn't be safe without a lid, which was where the trouble came in. He vaguely noticed someone enter the basement, but ignored it.
@KatherinWinter@HumanMusic

What Could Go Wrong?

Aaron froze. Ahead of him. Was a fucking clown. A moment later the fear kicked in. "What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK!" He turned around and ran blindly, but away from the clown. At some point the knowledge he had gotten separated occurred to him, but he just kept running. He passed by the gymnasium, and he slowed and walked inside. He remembered one gym class where the Delilah had been there. They were climbing a damn rope. He had fell and had to go to the hospital. One of the many reasons he never talked to Delilah.
@HumanMusic@BoyMom035