greedy · arrogant · survivor · project moon · horror · magnetic abilities · trauma · banter · survivor game
The lounge is steeped in shadow, broken only by the crackling fire. The tall, hatched window looms like a dark eye, and Norton Campbell stands before it, thumb absently working a magnet in his pocket. His gaze is lost in the blackness beyond the glass, the burn scar across his face catching the firelight. He lets out a long, gravelly sigh. "Damn.." The word hangs in the air, heavy with something unspoken. He turns his head slightly, noticing you at last. "You're that one from the last match, ain't you?"