【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 The car ride was interesting, to say the least. So many different people ... she felt cramped, and didn't like it, much. At least they were entertaining. The new guy had certainly taken her mind off of things for a bit, but not hunger and sleepiness were catching up to her and she just wanted to crash in whatever hotel they were going to next. Septimus had a point, though. Running away constantly was not going to solve anything. She couldn't imagining spending the next forty or so days cooped up in hotels. Summoning Crestatia seemed to be most effective on a smaller scale, though, so she wasn't sure what she thought about that. Soon enough, they were parked at a mall and splitting up to ... waste time. Annoying. Madeline wanted to sleep. What was this going to do? And why did people keep suggesting that they split up? Yes, doing so may keep a normal group of killers or whatever at bay or conflicted, but they weren't dealing with that. The smaller a group they were, the less likely they were to survive. If the bag-lady used her weird voodoo magic to find them, they were in neat little pairs for her convenience. Easier to snatch up and slit the throats of without causing a huge scene. Maybe she was being cynical, but it always seemed like no one ever learned anything. They had been put into groups before to emphasize the importance of teamwork, right? Yet, here they were, splitting up... dividing, to hide. Somehow she ended up paired with Harley. She walked with him when he motioned for her to and trailed slightly behind, awkwardly tucking the gun away. It felt so weird against her hip. "This way,"So authoritative. Madeline took a deep breath and followed. Her chin lifted when she heard the annoying sound of children laughing. An ice rink? What kind of a mall was this? She gazed up towards the upper floors and then looked behind her. Fancy. It seemed like everywhere they went they ended up somewhere slightly extravagant. ". . . How're you? And don't give me that 'I'm fine' shit, because it's annoying. Or anything else similar to that." Why was he asking that? It made her uncomfortable. What the fuck was she supposed to say? "...I really don't want to talk about it." It was honest and short. It was ... nice, maybe, that he tried. Maybe. She really didn't feel like opening up about it, though, especially so soon after finally getting her mind off of things. "Thanks, though?" As the neared the edge of the ice rink, her shoulders slouched. She wondered how long she could keep putting off their 'talk' for, and why he wanted to discuss it so badly. She didn't want to think about ... Kallisti. Or Thomas. Or how depressed and useless she felt. Harley had his own shit to deal with, too, no doubt.
xxxxxx [/url] Noticing the look on Kalllisti's face, Devyn frowned. What was this feeling? It was unwelcomed, whatever it was. She felt the compulsive need to comfort her, and apologize. Maybe even ... lie, about what she had been thinking, to put her back at ease. Instead, she bit her tongue. Kallisti had been honest. She owed her her own honesty. ❝You . . . mentioned not minding me coming along? It would be more to see who you kill . . . But I do not really want to subject myself to that. Aha. Where are they, even?❞ That was something she would have to find out. It would not be difficult. She stayed quiet, though. Maybe, instead of lying and apologizing, she would ignore what had been said earlier and give Kallisti the benefit of the doubt. It was not as though she seemed crazy, minus the, err, talking to herself. ❝I want to go with you, but . . . I do not have to let them see me, do I?❞ ❝No, you do not...But I ... I would be trusting you, a lot. You should not come if you will let your emotions get the best of you...Are you sure?❞
xxxxxx [/url] Devyn stared at her for another minute, and then let the gun go, drawing her hand back. She did not seem to be lying, but it would be beneficial to keep an eye out. Kallisti was mentally unstable. That was troublesome and a huge disappointment. It was a good thing, that she did not want anything to do with Devyn's plans. It felt foolish of her to have even asked, or to have even considered her competent enough. Of course she would be unstable, in such a invasive way ... of course. Devyn sighed out with exasperation. At least she seemed apologetic enough about it. ❝...I do not know how to feel about this. I suppose I am disappointed, but...❞ Instead of lingering on the subject, positive that anything she had to say would come out wrong, she moved on and sat on the couch beside her guest, fiddling with one of the strings hanging from her pajama top. ❝I am going to the others. I am going to kill them. Maybe not all of them, just a few.❞
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 Before she got any answers, a bag was thrown at her. Somewhat pleased to see Temperance alive and bitchin', Madeline huffed out and clutched the bag. Then, other's flooded the tiny alley way, which looked suspicious as hell...especially with the weapons. Another explosion went off and Madeline flinched. The screams were fewer now, and she was betting the crowd was dispersing. Soon, the busy streets would be a ghost town. Before she could suggest they move, a car swerved towards them. "Quick! Get in!"Madeline couldn't help but smile, even if it vanished soon after. Everything was so dramatic. Nonetheless, she climbed into the van quickly and secured herself a spot. Her stomach churned. The explosions had resulted in yet another headache, and a lethargic feeling. The gun she held felt strange in her hand. Had she ever really held a gun before? It was weird. Where were they going, now? She had no idea. All she knew was that they needed to hurry, before more explosions went off. Before...
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xxxxxx [/url] At hearing the chair clatter to the floor, Devyn turned to face Kallisti, glad she couldn't see the look of slight annoyance on her face. She seemed so flustered. ❝Where . . . Where are you going to go? What are you going to do?❞ Devyn took a moment to think, and then parted her lips to respond, but it seemed Kallisti was having an entire conversation alone. What was ... that about? Her eyes narrowed and she stepped further into the kitchen, dropping her arms to her sides and watching the girl until the last bit. ❝KALLITSI.❞ Kallisti's hand flew over her mouth and her eyes went wide. What was... Was she, perhaps, wired? Devyn's forehead creased. Maybe she really had left the house before Devyn had woken up? She knew she should have gone with the handcuff-to-the-bed route. Lowly, Devyn spoke as she approached her. Her fingers reached down the side of her pajama bottoms, grabbing at the tight holster of a gun wrapped around her thigh for her pistol. She spoke, but Devyn ignored it. ❝...Who were you talking to, Kallisti?❞ She asked, a dark tinge to her distorted voice. When she was only a few feet away from her, her eyes scanned her ears for any sort of ear piece.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 Temperance stormed off for whatever reason, and then Marina spoke. "We should probably head down as well. We can meet Septimus in the lobby if he has acquired a vessel for us to transport to the next hotel or motel." Septimus was taking a bit, and it was annoying her, clear from the expression on her face. She wanted out...now. A change of location was highly necessary. Without complaining, she stood up, grabbed what she could to help, and left the hotel room. The lobby felt further away than it had earlier, maybe due to how self-conscious she felt traveling down the halls. When she left the stairs and arrived at the front desk, she noticed a 'wet floor' cone, no doubt placed after the hotel staff's clean up of her mess. Her face fell from agitated into something blank and vacant again. Her feet carried her outside again.The fresh air felt alright enough, but she wanted spring. How many days would that be? They wouldn't make it to spring, would they? She didn't care enough to actually calculate. Temperance sat outside on a bench. Madeline thought about joining her on it, but then digressed, instead holding the couple of bags she had grabbed close to her chest and standing a bit away on the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for anyone mysterious and quiet with a new car. "Just leave me alone, dammit!"Madeline jumped, her shoulders stiffening in surprise. Some kid ran passed her, followed by a strange man in black. She rolled her eyes. This country was not much different from America, obviously. It wasn't until a few seconds later that she registered something. Someone in black; with a long hood billowing behind him. Oh, shit. Taking a step back, Madeline glanced to the side of her. Temperance seemed to be the only one really paying attention. She wasn't sure what to do. It was amazing the man hadn't noticed the rest of them. Why was he after that boy, though? Was he...on the list? Unsure of what to do, she swiveled around again for someone -- anyone else. Anyone. She glared towards Temperance, not angry with her, but frustrated with the situation. "Did you...notice..." Her voice trailed off. She wasn't completely sure if Temperance had bothered hearing her. It's not like she had a weapon on her. Maybe if she did... Well, fuck. Okay. It was just one guy, yeah? Growing a pair, Madeline dropped her bags and ran back into the hotel, eyes searching for security. Once she found them, she put on the most distressed face she could manage and spoke. "...There's a kid being chased by someone with a weapon outside." Her voice was dry, mostly because she didn't really give a personal shit, just thought she should do something. At first, they stared at her and she feared that they would recognize her from earlier and think her crazy. Instead, one of the three on duty nodded at her and picked up a phone, calling in for backup. ...So, maybe it was a bit different from America.He stood and the four of them exited the hotel. Madeline scooped her bags up again and trailed slightly behind the officers, stopping before she reached them completely. She couldn't hear what was going on, but a crowd was gathering. The boy and the hood-guy hadn't gotten too far when she thought she heard one of the security guys billow out;"FREEZE!! DROP YOUR WEAPON!!" Or something else typical. Calming down, Madeline sighed and waited for the scene to clear. Instead, the security guard suddenly dropped to the ground and a shot rang out. Madeline shook her head back and forth and crouched down, moving back under the hotel's umbrella. Her eyes gazed up at the sky, the same as many of the other's who had gathered. "THERE'S SOMEONE ON THE ROOF OVER THERE!" She heard a man yell. Two shots later, the other security guards dropped. Her breath caught in her throat, the sound of sirens blaring pierced through the sound of civilians screaming. Not long after, four cop cars that actually looked pretty American (well, this was a 'border' city) came into view, swerving and surrounding the corner of the sidewalk, where the boy was. She watched him scramble back as the hooded figure spun around towards the cop cars. Man, this was bad. A shot rang out and Madeline yelped, jumping back as glass shattered behind her. Then, with a meaningful glance at Temperance but not waiting, she ran in the opposite direction of the chaos, as fast as her legs could carry her. The bags were abandoned, but she kept the cell phone given to her. She rounded the corner and ran until she was behind the hotel, into a surprisingly clean alleyway. She could see the boy running down the street she heading was towards. "Hey, wait! WAIT, dammit!" Adrenaline rushed through her as she sprinted forward. The ground trembled and an explosion sounded. She pushed her palms over her ears and slowed to a stop, tripping a bit over gravel. In her peripheral, she could see one of the cop cars flipping in the air before slamming down in the middle of an intersection. "Holy shit..."Her eyes (well, one of 'em) settled on the stranger a bit ahead of her. "What the hell did you do?" Honestly, she knew it was one of Devyn's men but ... well, he was really going all out. Devyn really wasn't all that reserved, was she? Was this guy really just from the email?
xxxxxx [/url] ❝You . . . are right. Why would you ask Crestatia about two winners? I did not think you cared about the others, the rest. Myself, more specifically - though that is a little pig-headed of me.❞ Devyn pushed her plate to the side and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs in thought. They were honestly nothing more than imaginary friends -- or opponents, to her. None of them existed. The only way they could is if they won. There was no shame in eliminating them or progressing, when you thought of it strategically. Day 100 was right around the corner and if she had any chance of becoming a true Player, she would need to end it before then. ❝I am not sure I do.❞ She started, carefully. ❝It would have been nice not to have to worry about killing you. I like you, Kallisti Lein. I like you enough not to kill you, if I do not have to...❞ Without delay, she stood and started to gather the dirty dishes, walking to the sink to wash them up. ❝Shame, shame...❞ Devyn was murmuring mostly to herself, but would not have minded if Kallisti heard. When she was finished, she wiped her hands of dishwater and opened a cabinet stocked with dog food. As she hefted a bag over her shoulder and placed it down near Chestnut's bowl, he came to meet her. ❝...I have things to do tonight. You may come with me, or you can stay here. I do not mind either way. They are things you will not be too pleased about, after all.❞
Honestly, don't worry about it, haha. It's a common mistake. Added you to the Skype group!
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【WEARING!! • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: booty booty booty booty • ♪】 The shower was uneventful. Madeline skipped her hair and focused on getting the smell of food off of her body, along with the filth under her nails. The hospital soap smelled of honey and made her nauseous, but it was better than the scent of grease and bland vanilla yogurt. When she was through, she stepped out of the tub and got dressed, using a disposable toothbrush to brush her teeth and tongue and wash her face. She wasn't feeling perfect, but she was feeling better than this morning. It was becoming more and more apparent that she was a nuisance. During the past few days, she had stayed quiet and tried to stay out of the way, but that was apparently not enough. The air was thick with annoyance as she stepped out of the bathroom. Honestly, it hurt her. Especially now that she was alone. It didn't seem to matter what she did. If she was involved and vocal, she was an annoying bitch. If she was quiet and detached, she was annoying baggage. She took a seat, prepared to leave when they started out the door. Thoughts like earlier, about her childhood, were coming up more often. Everything seemed to be reminding her of her past. Her father's departure, her mother's descent into depression...Uncle Reed, his girlfriend and Reuben. Her weight gain and subsequent eating disorder. The loneliness, manipulation, and fake-personality. Her growing interest in cosplay and other stupid things, mostly to take her mind off of the prostitution...and then, Thomas' advances. He loved her, but she didn't give a single shit about him until he nearly died. Why? Because it was proof that he cared for her. Someone cared for her. It was selfish. It had nothing to do with him, she was just ecstatic that someone saw something in her and almost died for it. Then there was Quin, who always seemed to show up in the midst of a break-down. Helping her in the hallway, being the first time. Another person who went out of their way to give a shit. Maybe it was nothing to do with her as a person, either. Maybe it could have been anyone. Then there was Elliot, who had made her heart race just by killing someone in defensive of her -- well, them both. Harley had caught her interest just by lugging her around. Temperance, too, by giving her tissue and crying with her. Madeline...was beginning to think she had never been in love before. Not really. It could be anyone. So long as someone cared. Her arms wrapped around her waist and her nails dug into her sides. Anyone. Just anyone. Someone. She just wanted a friend, maybe. No one liked her, though. Madeline didn't even like herself. She was a bad person, and whenever she tried to be useful, she fell flat on her face, or annoyed someone. Same for when she tried to rid them of herself. There was a lot of anger and hurt down there, too. Buried and boiling under the surface. It made her want to scream. Feeling hungry, feeling fat, feeling sick, feeling alone, feeling used. It all made her want to scream and hurt someone. If not herself, someone else. Madeline gasped, feeling her fingernails piercing the skin over her rib-cage. She released herself and wiped the blood over her dark leggings before anyone noticed. She had to get out of here. She stood shakily and returned to the bathroom to wipe the small amount of blood away, and any trace from her undershirt, returning soon after and taking a seat again silently, a far-away look on her face.
xxxxxx [/url] The food was good. A bit different from how she would have prepared it, but good. Devyn ate and tried to stay casual, even if she did not feel that way. Yesterday, she had been so close...it was still so disappointing. Her eyes cast down to her breakfast and her right foot started tapping absently against the kitchen tile. ❝If I did that, you would come to find me and kill me more violently than you already have planned . . . Unless . . . You want me to leave you?❞ She might have choked if she hadn't already swallowed the mouthful of food. Instead, she flipped her mask back on and lifted her chin. Her head tilted. Kallisti was...Oh. ❝I do not care. It would make it easier to kill you, if you tried to leave.❞ It was honest. The moment Kallisti tried to run she would feel no more attachment or reason to skirt around anything. It may be a good thing for her, really. Apart of her anticipated Kallisti's ... rebellion so much because she wanted it. She longed for a chase. At the same time... Hoping she was not expecting anything overly emotional, Devyn moved on. ❝Last night I summoned Crestatia,❞ she said plainly. ❝I asked her about having more than one winner. She told me I could make a deal for two, if I really wanted to, but I am unsure...❞ The fork dragged across the surface of the now-empty plate, sending a shiver down her back. Her head started to ache, eyebrows mashed together and lips pressed in a thin line. ❝I do not think you have it in you to kill your friends. More specifically, Harley Jackson...Madeline Moore.❞
Hey, thanks for joining Days. Do you have a Skype? :D
Thanks for joining!! Accepted! 8) I fixed the zerochan link, but it doesn't allow hotlinking so you should just link to the page you see the picture on instead of the direct image. <':
xxxxxx [/url] Devyn had forgotten to close the curtains when she climbed into bed last night, so when the light of day poured into the room, she shifted and groaned. Honestly, though, she did not feel that tired. In fact, she felt quite rested and rejuvenated. It was strange, considering how early she was up. Twisting around under the blankets, she opened her eyes. A few minutes later, she was alert and ready to start the day. Carefully, she pulled the sheets back over her face and pulled the bag over her head, just in case, gingerly walking out onto the patio to grab her dried mask and fasten it under her veil. When she reentered the house, she finally noticed a few things. One, was that Kallisti was gone (had she...seen?)...The second thing stopped the panic from starting, as she could smell food coming from the kitchen. What...time was it? Without checking, she sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her key out, routinely checking the music box for any changes. None. That was bad. What was it? Day...Sixty something, now? It had been a nice little vacation, but she had to get back to work. A good chunk had been eliminated at her playpen, but that chunk wasn't enough. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and sighed. When she was done, she tucked it away and slipped on a pair of house shoes, travelling to the kitchen. Pancakes, bacon, eggs and hash browns awaited her. Yum. Her eyes scanned the room until they settled on Kallisti, who had her hand over her mouth. Strange. ❝Good morning, Kallisti.❞ This was uncomfortable for her. She took a seat, and grabbed her fork, snapping her fingers at her side. Chestnut ran over and licked them affectionately. Using the fork, Devyn took a bit of each food and placed it on her plate. Then, she lowered the plate down to watch Chestnut's reaction. He sniffed it, and then stared at her, waiting for permission to devour. Permission was denied, but it was nice to know the food wasn't poisoned. Lifting the plate again, she made a more suitable serving for herself. ❝I am surprised to see you still here. Are you not planning on running away?❞
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: no i just can't wait 2 b king • ♪】 Her vision was going black by the time she was set down. Her head was pounding and her small body was shaking. Three familiar voices had reached her ears in this time. Why couldn't she ever be alone? She didn't want these people. Her heart drummed in her chest. The security guard left but Harley was there, telling her how terrible she looked. She didn't need it. "Fuck off..."Yanking her shoulder away, her forehead creased with a scowl. Harley said something about her eye needing stitched. She didn't want stitches. The nurse at the clinic had given her two options -- dig out the remaining and get the hole stitched up and closed, or get a prosthetic. Madeline didn't want an eye patch. She wasn't a fucking pirate!! Without waiting, Madeline pulled herself away from the group, skipping the elevator and running to the staircase. She needed a shower, and then she needed to get the hell out of there. She wanted nothing to do with this group anymore. Fuck teamwork. She wanted to be alone, or dead. Her fingers felt greasy and her stomach unsettled. Amazingly enough, she was still hungry. Starving, actually. Tears fell again but she wiped them away, smearing jam on her cheek and over her eyelid.Sliding the key rather aggressively, Madeline swung the door open, not necessarily meaning to be rude. She was feeling more frantic and on edge than angry. Anyone who was near the bathroom was pushed out of the way once she grabbed a change of clothes. She yanked the door open and slammed it behind her, locking it and wasting no time stripping and stepping into the tub.
DAY 61 January 29th, Tuesday, 8:13am 【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: im hot cuz i'm fly, u aint cuz u not • ♪】 The morning, greeted by the annoying sounds of city, came much too quickly. What time had she gone to sleep, last night? Her internal clock was all messed up now. As light flooded the hotel room, she found it increasingly difficult to fall back to sleep. In the end, she was up earlier than she wanted to be and feeling like crap. It was cold, she so stepped out of bed and turned on the heat for the others, noticing a rip in the tights she shouldn't have worn to bed. Too tired to care, she searched the room for one of the keys and left. The halls of the hotel were mostly empty, but as soon as she took the elevator down to the lobby, voices reached her ears. There was a mother--or an aunt--with four children, having a loud discussion with one of the housekeepers. Madeline rolled her eyes and cut in front of them rudely, searching for the cafeteria -- or whatever they called it in hotels.Unlike Bernadette, she didn't plan on bringing the food back to the others. They could come get it themselves if they were so hungry. Madeline wanted some alone time. If that alone time couldn't be had through sleep, then she would have to turn to one of her oldest friends. Food. It had been a while since she really ... ate, deliberately, without worry. So long ago, that her brain was having difficulty processing what she was doing. The buffet was mostly empty and from what she could see, free. The food looked like shit. Floppy, plastic looking pancakes and crispy waffles...Soupy eggs, fatty bacon, stale muffins, overly-thick yogurts and more. Disgusting...but she made a plate of all of it. 2 waffles, 2 pancakes, 3 muffins, 1 yogurt cup, 6 slices of bacon, 2 hefty helping of eggs, one bowl of cereal, a slice of toast smothered in some tasteless jam, and 5 oil-soaked sausages. One of the attendants stared at her curiously at first. The curious glance turned to one of slight horror as Madeline took a seat by herself and slammed the tray down on the table, earning the attention of the couple more who she shared company with. She stared down at the tray and then sat, grabbing a fork, stabbing a flabby piece of pancake and shoving it into her mouth; downing it with a cup of ice cold, chunky-with-pulp orange juice. She shivered.Fantastic.Five minutes in she wanted to vomit her lungs out. It was a surprise that she hadn't yet. Her eyes stung with tears. The attendant had 'checked up on her' at one point, but then after realizing she was having some kind of a mental breakdown left. Fatass. Fucking disgusting pig."Yep, that's me!" She choked out through mouthfuls of food, alone. That was her. Images of her childhood stabbed at her memories. Fat, round cheeks, flabby, heavy stomach, heaving breaths and heavy footsteps. Flabby Maddy. Maddy. Maddy. The fork dropped and clanked onto the floor but she didn't care. Instead, she ripped open a yogurt cup and shoved it against her lips, squeezing the thick, gooey substance out and over her tongue. The attendant called for security. Why? She was just eating. At least, that's what she thought, until someone in a uniform asked for her room number, and then to leave. Food was smeared all over her face, jacket and caked under her nails. The tray lay upside down no the floor and Madeline was knelt over it. Her fingers trembled and she started to cry.The security guard grabbed her around the wait, hoisted over over his shoulder--like Harley had--and started to carry her somewhere. She thrashed and struggled, but then nausea swirled and she was heaving over this guy's back and onto the floor. The children and woman from before stared in disgust as she passed through the lobby, hurling and crying and panicking. ...Fantastic.
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【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: im gonna pop some tags• ♪】 "I don't do feeling jams, so if you've got anything on your chest, get it off already. Guess it's not that easy . . . But if it helps you, I can relate. A little. Kind of. Kall - she . . .We should go to bed, soon."A+ for effort. She nodded and pulled the blankets over her head, burying her nose into a pillow and hoping she suffocated. There was no warmth, tonight. No distraction. Just a cold, empty bed, and A+ Harley sitting around. Instead of bothering to open up about feelings she didn't feel, she wrapped her arms around her waist."Good night."
