『Boom.』

Sam looks up from her textbook to flash him a look. He’s utterly, utterly hopeless, and so is she for liking him.

Her green eyed gaze darts back to her book and the studying at hand. She tries to ignore his nosiness and insistence on staying.

“No, it’s on the science of ignoring people,” she retorts with a witty quip.

Flips a page.

“Well, that tends to go under things like... Sociology... Psychology... Stuff like that, right?” Maybe it is better to apologize for this, but his pride, although nonexistent-- his pride is the thing keeping it from him. 

Instead, he leans over a bit more, mostly because he can’t see (to which he decides he needs a better prescription), and grabs the book from her hands. Gently, of course, and with a little “Buw-whip!” noise to accompany it.

“Glad to hear it. I’ll be sure to keep my pager with me.” Gaige replies, through a laugh. When he questions her, she simply nods, at first. ( She gets how strange it sounds. ) “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, or whatever!”

            ❛ Har de har har, Chris. Help me find a place that delivers turkey and ham and I’ll comply. ❜

    android he asks. ANDROID. doesn’t deal with cheap goods, isn’t going back to such a life. improved, EVOLVED, took time and grew from it. android. only nods head in annoyance, only to cock head, squinting upon blond. ❝ — android user? ❞ next comes forced smile, snorting through nose. ❝ nah. iphone. do i look android? ❞ rose gold iphone, if one were to be specific. gay they say, money HE HEARS.

           a maniac ? she was unaware of any maniac. hell, if there was a maniac, that was the least of their problems. she was running out of writing space, starting to panic once again as she frantically looked around. there was a dusty window, one that was gross enough to write on. a shiver ran down her back as she thought how DISGUSTING it was, but she was dead so it didn’t really matter anymore. 

no, jess was killed by demons, not a maniac. there is no maniac.

             not that she’d seen, anyways. the girl had been able to jump back and forth, and she’d seen enough to know there was no maniac rampaging the island. there was a flame-thrower guy, but he seemed to be against the demons, not the teens. in fact, she was sure he’d tried to help her. but she couldn’t remember much. finger rushed to the window again, squirming as she did so. 

i’ll worry about mike, just get everyone out as soon as you can. get ashley and sam and get the hell out of here whilst you still can. 

            “No maniac? He put Josh and Ashley in this fucking-- trap-- and killed him. He killed Josh! Who else but a maniac-- would do that?”

            Whatever this is, it was wrong. Ghosts were hard enough to believe, and he had the patience to even think about talking with it via dust SMS, but demons were a whole other story. It was it’s own made up superstitious bullcrap. He was tempted to run a hand through all of the grime that was still in the basement, as if to stop the writing at the source. 

            He’s up to the window, closer now, squinting at the words displaying on the window, and as if that wasn’t his current objective. He shakes his head, looking back to the locked door of the basement. He’s surprisingly nonchalant about it, a lack of escape. The words meant to be motivating were met rather distastefully. “I’m trying, um...”

chris is the best pass it on.