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Leaving: http://kh-vids.net/threads/i-say-goodbye-awaaaaaay-i-fly.140002/

OOC: idk what the hell is going on with the times anymore so whatever. Again, DON'T TIME SKIP WOTHOUT CONFIMATION AND PERMISSION. In addition to that, a couple times when it makes sense to, including the time in your posts is dandy. On average please don't do that. Having more than one person controlling the time causes clashing and confuses the timeframe of things. Today is day 1/4, day 6 now? I think. Will fix mistakes later on phone and tired.

Oliver didn't know what Sophie was being so irritated about at first. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts and feelings to recognize that, assuming she was innocent, she would be under a lot of pressure. Before he could say anything more the police were called and he was briefly questioned and sent off to the hospital.

Reed was called, and then his uncle. They were told of the events and both offered to come pick him up [ his uncle's offer was accepted ]. He was given a lengthy check up and then asked a few more questions before bein allowed to go home.

Once arriving at his uncle's, [ his car still at Sophie's ], he took a shower. He finally noticed Pierce's text and messaged back asking if she was okay. A police officer arrived some time later, requesting his precense for more questioning later [ as his uncle rambled on about his rights and exhaustion etc to get him out of anything immediate ]. Then he found himself pretty much passing out in bed, worn out and emotional.

Will accept after.

Just take a look at the sizes of those I've accepted to get a feel. The bigger the better, as I can always reduce the size of a picture [ where as I can't make a smaller picture larger without massive quality loss ].

Accepted.

I got the same error tonight. I always use downforeveryoneorjustme. The last time, when it seemed like almost everyone around had experienced the downtime, the site said that it was down for everyone. Tonight, I tried the site and it said it was just me [ but I also know of a couple of others who got the error ]. Hmm ...

Myst and all of his characters have been removed.

@Cal: The picture is too small. She's also wandering around in Mary-Sue Ville so please try to be careful with that.

@MoK: Accepted.

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The request for Ginger Ale had been graciously granted, and then they moved to a beautiful dining area, that made him feel a bit out of place. Oliver found himself entirely tuning out the events around him as he sat down and sipped on his drink, trying to ease the overwhelming sense of nausea in his stomach. It wasn't until then that he realized his request for something to ease the headache had been neglected, unless this was supposed to be it.

They sat there for a bit, some of them chatting with one another. When breakfast arrived, he politely picked at his food. He needed to get out of here soon. He was beginning to feel dizzy and tired, and wanted to go back to bed. Hopefully Reed wasn't around ...

Pierce walked in and he smiled at her, but it seemed like she was on edge over something. Then he remembered his own hesitation, and a bit of last night's awkwardness, and looked away, taking in a mouthful of eggs. He felt bad. She said she was leaving and he felt disappointed on top of that negativity.

He sighed, and then ...

CLANK!!

Oliver tensed and furrowed his eyebrows, irritated at the noise. His glare locked in the general direction of the sound, but that feeling of agitation ended as soon as he noticed ... It was Alex. He was face down. Immediately, Oliver stood.

❝Hey, you alright, Alex?❞ ... No response. His chest tightened with panic and he crossed over to Alex's body to check for a pulse. None. ❝... Holy shit!! He's dead!❞ His green eyes darted around the room, for anyone; any connection with someone who was living.

Frantically, the boy was supported by Oliver's arm and his chair was moved back. Oliver placed him on his back and began a messy CPR. One, two, three, four, five, breathe. One, two, three, four, five, breathe. Check for heart beat. One, two, three, four, five, breathe. One, two, three, four, five, breathe. Check for heart beat.

Nothing.

Zachary stood and crossed over towards Oliver and Alex.

❝Call 911.❞ He commanded. His voice had gone flat and his fingers trembled against Alex's chest before resuming their pumping. Holy hell!!

Suddenly, a crashing alerted Oliver and he whipped around. Zachary had fallen to the floor, bumping into the table and causing a glass to fall and shatter. He was as still as Alex had been on his plate.

... Why!?

Why was his vision getting blurry? He wasn't dying TOO was he?! A violent, frightened jab against his cheeks, confirmed that he was actually crying. He didn't feel it. Just fear and paranoia. He didn't feel sad. He crawled from Alex's corpse to Zachary's, starting CPR on him too, muttering to himself. He could hardly breathe, let alone provide air for another. He wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.

He listened for his heart beat ...

Nothing.

And then, another thump. Seraphina. He watched, frozen as she tumbled to the floor and grabbed a knife, stabbing herself in the side with empty, untelling eyes. His hands dropped to his sides. He couldn't keep up. Then, survival instinct took full control and he found himself gagging, on his hands and knees, trying to vomit.

❝Did you poison us, Sophie--or Lucas? Are we all going to die now?!❞ He spat, angrily, frantically, from the floor. He was shaking and emotional, prepared for another fallen body. Prepared for some kind of heart attack himself.

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thnx saxima n janime​

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now it's complete

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The hours passed quickly. It felt like only a blink had gone by, and suddenly his surroundings were completely unfamiliar. He was in a bed, alone [ that was good ] and in a room he didn't recognize. The bed was really nice, though. He almost didn't want to get out of it ...

But he did, because he needed to know where he was. It was annoying. The events from last night were a blurry, incoherent haze. He remembered arriving at the party, avoiding Pierce, drinking some and then nothing but blurry, flashing, silent-film memories.

Finally, he peeled the blankets away from his body and slid out from them. His stomach turned without warning and he had to mash his lips together and bite his tongue to keep from vomiting out onto the floor. A bathroom was quickly found and a short puking session commenced. He was usually better at keeping this stuff down. What did he do last night? He must have been miserable!

A towel, an unused toothbrush and toothpaste were found and he took care of himself and cleaned up, gazing into the ridiculously clean mirror. His clothes were nearly twisted around him, collars flipped up the wrong way. His shaggy blonde hair fell in every direction, in loose spikes ...

He tried to readjust everything as best as he could but ultimately gave up on looking as sharp as he had in that box office and left the bathroom, heading down the halls and following the sound of socialization until he was near the kitchen. People were exchanging their good mornings, so he wasn't too late to the party, from what he could see.

Knowing there was nothing to look forward to at home, he took a seat at the kitchen island, a couple of seats away from Sophie and the girl he recognized as Zoey.

❝Hey.❞ His voice was low but friendly, and directed mostly at Sophie and her servant guy. ❝... Do you guys have any Ginger Ale, or Sprite? ... And anything for headaches?❞

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『WEATHER』 SNOWING, COLD 26°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/26/2015 - 3:02AM ✖『DAY』 05​

She should have kept walking, she thought. Seeing Bryan pull up had been agonizing and if it weren't for the unbearable cold, she would have let stubbornness keep her out there. He may have fought her on it, but she wouldn't have gone down without some kind of argument! He was one of the last people she wanted to see. Well, that she felt comfortable seeing.

He made her feel shameful and guilty for trying to go for it alone. She felt bad, for him driving them home. For him leaving the party. She didn't want him to know! They were supposed to keep their lives separate now, for the most part, minus the emailing. It was so hard to do that when she was constantly burdening him with worry.

They arrived back home after a quiet, beautiful drive, and went straight to their rooms. She put on a pot of cranberry tea about ten minutes later, and when it was done, went to her bathroom for a nice, relaxing soak. The tea soothed her scratchy throat, and the steaming hot water of the bath melted her tense muscles.

When the bath and tea were finished, she dressed into something warm and crawled into bed. Winter break would be coming to an end, now. She really had to dedicate some time to her project ...

With a deep yawn, she turned onto her stomach and curled a bit, falling to sleep some minutes later.

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❝This is a pretty boring parrrrty, really.❞ He slurred, sitting outside of the entrance to the pool with his cell phone crammed up against his ear aggressively. He didn't remember how he got there, exactly. His hair was disheveled, and clothing wet in various spots with soda and booze. He felt sleepy, and sick, but mostly sleepy. ❝There aren't enough of us, Soooph! There aren't enough of us for a party like this. I mean ... I mean, if we had like twenty more people then maybe ... Maybe. We could crank up the mad hippin' tunes and go wild. I mean, really wild. Like ... BAM. But everyone just went off and got wasty basky alone, like whoa. We should have done somethin' together, like karaoke or some shit.❞

He wasn't actually sure where Sophie was, but his mind was a little gone at the moment.

Sitting in that box office with Pierce had been fun, though things were still a little awkward. He had invite her to go ice skating with him on Christmas Eve, fully prepared to be rejected. It was something that Mary and him were supposed to do together, and then he had been considering asking Grace, but bother girls weren't talking to him and Pierce was nice enough. It was a bit more than that though. He found himself wanting to get close to her. He wanted her to feel comfortable with him, and he wanted to get passed the stuttering, like Sophie had seemed to do. It was kind of selfish, he'd admit. He had kind of set it up as a challenge for him. He wasn't sure how he felt other than that and it made him feel like an awful person. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't avoiding her tonight.

Oliver was drunk, but that wasn't all.

He had started drinking the moment he arrived, and then ... had partaken in other things, in private. Things Jayn isn't going to name, lest mind-readers take advantage of it. ... Who was he even on the phone with?

He pulled the phone away from his ear and noticed he had been leaving Reed a rather long voicemail. That was nice. At least it wasn't Grace, or Mary, or Pierce. He hit end and fought the compulsion to dial another number.

With a dramatic groan, he lifted himself from his spot and the world spun, causing him to chuckle and then gag. He took one massively unbalanced step, gave up, and sat back down, spreading out and laying on his stomach. He felt so happy. So at peace. The floor was such a nice floor.

❝You've got a nice fucking floor, Sophiera.❞ He moaned, twisting onto his side. Before he knew it, he was completely unconscious.

Suddenly, Kingdom Hearts is relevant again.

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『WEATHER』 SNOWING, COLD 26°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/26/2015 - 2:45AM ✖『DAY』 05​

It was snowing.

Sure, it wasn't Christmas anymore, but it was still pretty scenic. Blurry white orbs of frozen rain drifting down sleepily from a mask of bloated white clouds. The warm glow of the streetlamps gave a beautiful shimmer to the thinly blanketed streets and sidewalks, and the sound of ice crunching underneath her boots brought her measurable reassurance.

Honestly, she had no idea where she was going at first. Her legs were cold under the thin stretch of nylon, and her arms were absorbing warmth from her chest, crossed, folded and tucked under her shoulders. She walked for a long while before the streets became familiar to her again, but even then, she would have a long while to go before she reached home.

Either the buses would start running again before she made it, or a taxi would pass by. [ She wished for the latter ]. Candlewood wasn't a particularly dangerous town, but it had been hardwired into her brain that walking alone in the dead of the night, as a woman, was always a bad idea. Somehow she just couldn't be bothered to initially give a shit.

If something happened, it happened.

How irresponsible of me. At least I'm not drunk, too.

It didn't matter though. All this proved to her was that she needed a job, and a car of her own. Or a boyfriend. Or a friend.

Time alone had been nice, but now she was just cold and homesick. She thought back to the party and wondered what Bryan was up to. Had he drank? It would have been interesting, she thought, to see him drunk. Something she might have taken advantage of a year or two ago.

A bench came into view and she used one of her pale hands to sweep a bit of snow away, plopping down and drawing her phone out from her handbag. There were a couple of people she could usually turn to in situations like these. Bryan had fallen off of that list not too long ago, [ her mother had done the same a while back ], but Joey and Julius were still there.

Julius had been called first. He hadn't shown up to the party, and that was disappointing, but he generally answered her calls and messages as promptly as possible. That, and he would ask less questions than Joey would. When he didn't answer, worry was pushed aside, and Joey was called.

❝Mmn ... Y'ello?❞ His voice was gruff and beyond groggy sounding. Thick and slurry ...

❝Are you drunk?❞ It wasn't as much of a question as a blandly toned statement. He was useless if he was drunk.

❝What are you ... tal--king ...? What do you need? Is everything okay?❞ The pause was enough indication. Unless he was just drunk on sleep deprivation. She sighed exasperated and a bit immaturely into the phone.

Useless, useless, useless ...

❝Nothing, Joey. Go back to sleep. Sorry!❞ She hung up the phone immediately after, and hoped he wouldn't call back.

Well, fine. She would sit out here for a bit, and then go back to walking. Maybe that taxi would stroll by ... or Julius would call her back. Or something ... Someone.

In the meantime, a cigarette was drawn and lit.

I'm deleting the posts that didn't noticeably account for the time passed [ correct me if you did ]. Even if you didn't see this post, if you were reading the RP you would have noticed. I've already asked Saxima / everyone not to time skip in the future without consent / confirmation because I understand that it's not always cool for everyone else, but it happened and I asked you guys to compensate for it.

If you need a part from your deleted posts, message me privately and I'll send 'em your way. But, seriously. Pay attention. Stop making me repeat **** over and over.

Replies to conversations and reactions to situations don't take an almost hour.

This is definitely not how 'in-advanced requests for short breaks' works. In-advanced, meaning you know you're going out of town, please privately message me to let me know -- AHEAD OF TIME. That is what was asked, in the rules. It's cool this time, just in the future guys p l e a s e. It really does have an affect on what I decide to do with things.

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On that note, messaging me personally is not telling the whole Skype chat or posting here. PMing, VMing, Skype are all valid forms of this because it can get lost in the Skype chat or I may not be around, and sometimes I don't get alerts for watched threads so it can be missed, here. Make sure you contact me directly and receive confirmation that I've gotten the message, please.

Minor: There were timeskips in Sophie's posts, so please account for them.

I can see where you're coming from, sort of. I mean, I guess maybe at first glance he seems like the cliche fired-up protagonist, but maybe this is more evident from the manga, but Eren is kind of crazy and he's meant to be. He has issues. He's not just hot-blooded and fueled because shounen character angst. He's kind of psychotic?

See: Eren premeditating a murder to save Mikasa, someone he didn't even KNOW. I mean, I think we can all agree that was kind of over the top [ though heroic and ... uh ... nice, I guess ]. But it's not just 'over the top' because he's just so shounen. It's because he's crazy and impulsive. LOL.

Anyway. I'm enjoying Shingeki a lot. I started it on a whim and now I can't stop and I picked up the manga [ VERY RARE FOR ME ] and I just can't stand waiting for new episodes, oh my god. The art, the music, THE INSERT SONGS ARE GREAT, the story.

But I don't know, I'm generally into dramatic survival anime anyway.

I'm interested in seeing how it all unfolds and I'm just really interested in the story and what's up with them Titans. And it's a 25 episode anime? So much to come. I'm doing it kind of weird. Watching the episode, then reading the corresponding manga chapter after because I see a lot of those who read the manga being really particular / harsh with the anime. High expectations and whatnot.

I don't really have a close connection with any of the characters individually, as much as I'm just interested in Mankind's struggle as a whole. Eren is interesting and angry but that's it, Mikasa ... I don't really like her? I mean, she's badass, but comes across a bit too apathetic / monotone, unless it has something to do with Eren. I guess you could consider her a strong female character because she can fight or whatever, but based on what we've seen in the anime thus far I do wish she came across less one-dimensional / cliche at times. 'Badass, monotone girl with dark past can fight and is mildly yandere for this guy because of things'. Armin is ... I can see what they're trying to do with him, but he's just Armin to me. The smart one who had cowardly tendencies and insert character development here, whatever.

Everyone is like ... in love with Sasha but I'm not feelin' her. It isn't her fault, though. So far in Shingeki, some of the comedic moments have been lost on me because everything is just so grim. Sometimes it's difficult for me to tell when they're making a joke / being silly and when they aren't so the humor is kind of lost on me, at times. So Shingeki's comedic relief is just kind of awkward to me, though appreciated.

I guess that's all I have to say until later lol. There's still so much to come that it's unfair to judge / review the characters / events as if it's over. Opinions subject to change.

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