Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 45 - 4/4 | DATE: November 5th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Boat in Australian Waters It was decided at some point that they would go out and drive around the place to find more people. Joslyn, because of Azazel's warning to be cautious of everyone, sat at the back again. She held onto the cracked compass and tried her best to bark out directions for them to follow. It seemed to be somewhat effective, though she still stuttered like crazy. However, she didn't want anyone else to find out that the compass had been cracked, especially since any one of them could've done it. She had a bit of trouble reading the compass from inside her bag, but letting everyone see that it was starting to break would've been worse. Though when they find Hana, she would definitely have to ask her about repairing it, as well as tell her about her angel's suspicions. After coming up to the water, they made their way all the way back to Inverloch. There, Brandon made use of his angel powers to get a "free" boat. And by free, they meant stolen. She didn't like the idea of just taking a vehicle without consent, but they were pretty desperate. Not to mention, the idea of getting on another boat after what happened was not appealing in the least bit. Still, if the others ended up on another island, getting a boat would be mandatory. As the others went onto the boat, she apologized to the man laying on the floor before following. "Remember honey, anyone could try to come up to you and break the compass, so be very, very careful. I'll be keeping a look out for you, you just keep an eye on the compass, got it?" The ghostly girl nodded silently before giving directions. Through her navigation with the obscured compass, the group made their way to a separate island. She had no idea who they might encounter there, but she hoped it would be Hana. The issue of the compass was very pressing and she wanted to let her know about it ASAP. Samuel Riviera DAY: 45 - 4/4 | DATE: November 5th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Boat in Australian Waters The idea of getting on another boat was absolutely repulsive. But, since the compass was pointing to some place not on the island they were on, they had to get one. The only solace he could find in the situation was the fact that the kid tased a guy to steal a boat. As they journeyed on the boat, he could feel the churning in his stomach intensify. He leaned against the side of the boat and just let loose into the ocean below. There was no way he'd be able to keep it down. Not on a boat. Travelling on water was his least favorite thing. Well, one of his least favorite things. The only thing he could think of that was worse than travelling by boat was Ocelots. He feared those things quite fiercely. When they finally made it to an island, he jumped off the boat and lay on the shore. "Oh god, this feels so good..."
As Simon stood in the kitchen, making a meal for himself, a package sat on the dinner table. It was one he had been expecting for quite a while. That package contained his copy of Etiam. He was really excited to get to it, though he wanted to eat before getting to it. Knowing how he usually was about playing video games, he wanted to get a bite now while he was not distracted by games. The thing about him is that whenever he started playing games, he would become so focused on the game that he would forget about everything else around him. A fire could start up around him and he wouldn't even take notice of it until it reached him. With that in mind, he continued to prepare his meal, trying his hardest not to think about the box. Soon, very soon he would be sitting at his computer and starting up the game that sat silently staring at him from its spot. However, he needed to keep his attention on the food he was making. It was a pot of spaghetti that would be able to serve six. The bored cook had no intention of eating all of that spaghetti in one sitting, that would be insane. It was convenient for him to have a large batch of food prepared for himself. That way, he could eat it throughout the coming days until it was all gone. Plus, it would help him save money on his gas bill. Not to mention, the less time spent preparing his own meals, the more time he had to play games. Seeing as how Etiam was an MMORPG, it would be a good idea to have time to himself to play it. At last, the pot of spaghetti was finished and ready to eat. That was good because as soon as he turned off the stove, Simon's stomach growled. Quickly, he plated some of the spaghetti, grabbed a fork from one of the kitchen drawers, and sat himself down at his little dining table. With a little bit of the pasta hanging from his silverware, he brought it to his mouth and bit down. The noodles were perfectly al dente and the freshly grated Parmesan Cheese was melted on top of the pile of spaghetti. He could still get a hint of the garlic, onions, and chili powder that he added to the sauce, and the ground meat added a wonderful contrast to the pasta itself. "Perfect." The young man was quite pleased with how he did and knew that he wouldn't mind eating only eating this for the next few meals. When he cleared his plate and placed it in the sink, he grabbed a bottle of water from his fridge before making his way to the box. At long last he would finally be able to open the box that had been silently waiting to be opened. His heart began to race a little at the idea of finally playing the game. He'd been waiting for this package to come for a long time and it was finally there. With the food issue out of the way, he could finally get to the main event of the night. The eager young man pulled out his trusty little pocket knife and slid its edge across the tape that sealed the box. As if it were celebrating, the box's flaps sprung up after being freed from its restraints. Excited, Simon dug into the box and pulled out everything it had to offer: The copy of the game itself and the Haven Tablet that came with it. He held the tablet up, inspecting it from every angle. This was definitely worth every penny he spent. He gently set the tablet next to the open box before picking up the game itself. Holding it in his hand now, it felt like a dream. All of the waiting was finally over, the game disc rested in his hand and all that stood between him and playing the game was popping it into his PC. He couldn't wait any longer, with the game in hand, Simon made his way over to his computer and took it out of sleep mode. The tablet could wait, this was the main attraction and he couldn't miss out on it. At the press of a button, the disc tray popped out and the game was placed in its little resting place. Another button press and the tray disappeared into the tower. After going through the necessary installation processes, the game was finally booting up. The title banner stood in the middle of his screen, showing how far along the loading process was. He impatiently tapped his feet against the floor as he waited. Simon sat there, waiting with his headphones resting on his ears. "Ugh, all of this waiting. I wanna play already!" At long last the game finished loading and the entirety of his formerly bright screen turned pitch black. It remained that way for a good chunk of time before the Opening Cinematic started to play. He watched in awe as the high quality graphics danced across his monitor, showcasing what the game was about. Beautiful was an understatement as the cinematic finally came to a close. Watching definitely put him in a serious mood to play some video games. Everything returned to black on the screen as a voice greeted him. "Hello, Young soul," The deep, eerie, yet soothing voice called out. "You are being reborn into a new world...the world of Etiam. It is a world in mayhem, but you are fearless. Why are you fearless? Because you are born from the souls of the saviors of Etiam. Are you confused? No worry; all shall be revealed soon. However, before your new birth, I suggest you tell me about yourself -about the current soul that you think you are." The way the game was presenting itself made it worth the wait. Now he had to pick out a username. [ Iron Chef ] He laughed at himself as he slowly erased that name. It was a good joke, but not one he'd stick with for the rest of the game. [ Zinc Saucier ] Again, he laughed. Another joke he didn't want to have to stick with for the rest of the game. Besides, as much as he liked Futurama, he didn't want to make that old a reference. [ Machine Gun Cook ] After thinking about it for a while, he stuck with it. He liked it since it was a pretty straight forward name. After getting through the rest of the dialogue and laying eyes on the O.L.I. for the first time, he got to the final dialogue box with the choices. As soon as it popped up, Simon clicked 'yes' without a second thought. It was really a predetermined choice. With the button clicked, he waited for what would come next.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 45 - 2/4 | DATE: November 5th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Inverloch, Australia "What's wrong?" Iris had been woken up by her panicking. "What happened?" "I-I think s-so-someone else w-was in h-h-here with u-us." The distressed teenager clutched the compass tighter. "So-someone tried t-to break the co-com-compass." She held it up to show the other girl the cracked glass. "This is definitely bad. Someone wants to destroy the compass." "Have you considered that one of your so called 'friends' is the one who tried to break it?" The demon's voice came out of nowhere. "Indeeeeeeeeeeeeeed~ It's certainly a possibility that there's a rat within your grooooooouuuuuuuuuup~" "But... There's no way..." "Damn. You guys are right, it certainly is a possibility. We need to be really careful around the other guys in the group." "But... That can't-" "With the compass cracked, we can't afford to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. It sucks, but we need to suspect everyone of being a traitor until we find out who." "That's-" "Honey, that's enough. I know you don't want to think of anyone that way, but we have to. Someone trying to break the compass is serious business." Joslyn was close to tears at this point. "I'm sorry, this is only temporary. We just need to be careful, and look on the bright side: At least it isn't the whole group. There's only six others with us right now, so we've got it narrowed down a bit. We just need to narrow it down further." A few minutes passed before the emotional girl said anything. "...And how do we do that?" "Mmm, well, that's the problem. We could just wear it out there and see who comes at us, but that risks getting the compass destroyed." The girl silently nodded as she continued to listen. "No, we have to trick them into trying to get it from us." Joslyn held up the compass and inspected it, fiddling with the gold chain that lets her wear it. "Hmm... Hey, that chain is removable, right?" "Huh?" After checking the chain, she found that it was removable. "Yeah, you're right." "Hmm... Okay, take the chain off the compass." The albino youth did as the angel asked. "Okay, okay. I think this'll work. You still have your bag, right?" She was lucky enough to have her bag with her since she was holding onto it during the whole boat sinking debacle. Joslyn made her way over to where she stashed her bag. "Ok, good, put the compass in the bag and then put the chain in your pocket, but let it hang out a little bit." Joslyn did as she asked and let the chain hang out a little from her pocket. "Alright, we need something to stuff the pocket with to make it seem like the compass is in there. Umm... Damn... Look around the hotel room to see if you can find something." The girl went around the room looking for something she could stuff into her pocket to make it seem like the compass was still attached to the chain. After looking around the room, she found a thick bracelet underneath Iris's bed. "Do you think this will work?" "Perfect. Stuff it in there." Vincent Antonio Zeppeli DAY: 45 - 2/4 | DATE: November 5th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Old Woman's House in Victoria, Australia As the Italian started to come to, the first thing he took note of was the pain he was feeling. It seemed like there was some damage done to his body somehow. He knew for sure that everything just hurt, though. As he opened his eyes, he tried to look around to see where he was. The last thing he remembered, the boat was being capsized. Now, he was in a strange bedroom. Somebody must've saved him, what a relief. As he tried to lift himself out of bed, he let out a groan. The pain wracking his body was hindering his movement. He lay back down and waited a bit before trying to move again. He tried to move again, but this time he was stopped by a bout of coughing. Now that he was slowly regaining his senses, he felt like he was burning up. Was he sick? This wasn't good. Getting sick like this while the others are probably out there, doing God knows what. It was a horrible thing to think about and he didn't want to think of it any longer. He just kept laying there, trying to figure out just what the hell is going on now.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 45 - 1/4 | DATE: November 5th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Inverloch, Australia Azazel, sensing that something was wrong, forced Joslyn to wake up. "Hey, honey, wake up. Now." "Mmmmm?" "I said wake up. Something's up. I don't like it." Joslyn moaned as she slowly pulled herself up. She wasn't completely there, her mind still in sleep mode. "What's going on?" The drowsy girl slurred. "Honey, check your things." "Huh?" "Joslyn, honey, I know you're half-asleep and all, but this is very important. I need you to check the things you have with you." "Okay." She slowly pulled the compass up to her face and inspected it. "Mmm... It's cracked." "It's cracked?" "Mhm... Cracked..." "Are you realizing what you're saying?" "No. What am I saying?" "The compass is cracked." "Cracked?" "Cracked." Her eyes widened as she looked at the compass again. "Oh my god, it's cracked!" "Finally, you noticed." The angel's voice was deadpan. "Oh god, how'd that happen!" "That's what I want to find out." "Aaaaaah! Hana entrusted it to me, and now it's cracked! Oh no no no no no no!" The albino girl silently panicked as she looked at the compass. "Honey, calm down." "No, no no no no no no no no no no!" "Honey, I told you to calm down." "Aahhhhhh, what do I do, what do I do?" "CALM DOWN!" The panicking girl ceased her whining at the sound of the angel raising her voice. "Alright, so we have to calmly figure this out. Obviously, you didn't do this. Someone else did, the question is who and why?" Joslyn wondered about her question, and looked around the room to see if there was anyone else in the room besides her and Iris. "Oh good, you're catching on now."
Samuel RivieraDAY: 44 - 5/5 | DATE: November 4th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Inverloch, AustraliaAfter getting picked up by some of the others in their little group, they looked around to see if they could find a hotel to stay for the night. It would be a miracle if they could even find an open one considering what has been happening. No sooner did he think that did they find one. He should've known something like that would happen, he just should've seen it coming. Although that wasn't the only thing floating around his head at that moment. The first thing he did when he even got into the car was to check if Hana was with them. It was a slim chance, but it was a possibility. Unfortunately, Whitey, and the chick with him and the kid, were the only girls there. He didn't want to show that he was getting worried over her, but it was definitely on the forefront of his mind.Much to his own chagrin, he was forced to room with all of the other guys that were there. Though he was used to being in a room with other guys, he didn't like it when they were crammed in five at a time. That was just way too much for his comfort. Still, considering their luck in finding an open hotel in these conditions, this would have to do. He sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall furthest from the door. The heat in the room was getting to be too much because of all of the bodies in the room. It was so irritating, but he couldn't help it. All he could do was just shut up and go to sleep. Falling asleep didn't take too much effort for him.Joslyn Taylor JonesDAY: 44 - 5/5 | DATE: November 4th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Inverloch, AustraliaAfter getting around and picking up another group of people, they made their way to a hotel. It was fortunate that they could even get one with conditions like they were. Before going into their separate rooms, Kai returned the compass to her. It was a little odd sharing a room with someone without Hana around, but it wouldn't be worse than being crammed into a room with four other people. That didn't appeal to her at all. Fatigued, the girl quickly fell asleep.
DAY: 1 - 5/5 ≋ MOOD: Errm.... I... Wha-? ≋ LOCATION: Big Room After having been escorted to the big room with beds thanks to that little outburst of his in the morning, he was starting to regain his senses. That B52 Shot was finally starting to wear off, which was both a good and bad thing. It was good because he wouldn't be like some kind of fucking zombie anymore. It would be bad because he'd be forced to be in a room with other people. All because of that damn miracle drug test thing or whatever. It was total crap that he had to participate in that, but it was something he had no choice about. After witnessing some loud-mouthed moron knocking out after taking the medicine, he felt a little pissed that he was going to be taking the same thing as him. Though it did amuse him that he just plopped right onto the bed like a wooden board. He would've vastly preferred to have this test in his own room, but it seemed that they needed to monitor them all simultaneously. Annoying. At least he'd be asleep for the duration. Soon after the boisterous idiot fell asleep, all of the others in the room took it and one by one, they too knocked out. After eyeing the medicine a little bit, he drank the water of his own accord. At least this time, he would be getting drugged by choice. Earlier, it was against his will, which really irritated him since he was in the middle of having fun. No matter. All he cared about was getting the damn test over with. With the pill downed, he lay down and waited for sleep to come. It didn't take long for it to take him into its comforting embrace.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 44 - 3/4 | DATE: November 4th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Wandering in Inverloch, Australia After Kai had helped her to her feet, the group started to move at Logan's suggestion. Her legs felt like noodles as she tried to support her own weight, though Kai himself didn't seem too steady himself. "Man, I wish I could help you somehow, but as you are now, I'm not so sure if possessing you is the best idea." "That's alright. I... I think I can manage." As she stepped forward, she started to wobble like a newborn. Somehow, she managed to keep herself upright. However, as they walked, she slowly started to steady herself and regain her balance. The opposite seemed true for Kai as at some point, he grabbed onto her shoulder for support. The albino, not expecting that at all, jumped the moment he made contact. "He doesn't look too good." Azazel seemed to be really concerned over him. Though, no one could really fault her for that. After a while, he let go of her shoulder and fell onto the ground, cupping his ankle. "Man, I really wish I could help you guys out..." "It's okay. You can still help guide us." After she said that, Kai reached out his hand for support. Logan took it and pulled him up, though it seemed to hurt him. After he stood up, he reached for the compass and brought it up to look at it. When he finished looking at it, he dropped the compass and pointed in a direction. That must be the way the compass pointed. "O-okay, then. L-let's go th-th-that way." After going for a while, a strange van pulled up to them, and a familiar voice called out to them. "Joslyn, Kai, Logan! Get in." "Oh, it's him." It was clear that she didn't like Adam. Though she was probably conflicted about it because he was the one who hosted Semyaza. "Well, he's offering help. We should take it." "Fine, but we're sitting in the back." "Yeah. I agree." Opening the back door, she took a seat on the passenger's side of the back and started to call out directions that the compass pointed in, stuttering each one.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 44 - 3/4 | DATE: November 4th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: ??? in ???, Australia Sam sense of, well, everything was in utter disarray. Down was left, back was blue, chicken's mooed, and heart's pumped tequila. Although that last part he wished were true so that he wouldn't be so aware of what was happening when he had to be around people. But enough about being hammered 24/7, the current issue was figuring out just what the fuck is going on. His senses were slowly coming back to him. The first thing he could figure out was that he was completely soaked, and his shoulder and leg hurt like hell. His stomach churned just as much as the seas. That was another thing, from what he could tell, he was on some kind of sandy or muddy area. As he tried to figure out what was going on, he felt some kind of prodding. "hey, hey. Listen. We gotta go find the others so wake up now." The others? That's right, they were on a boat earlier. A boat with all of the others that ended up sinking. It seemed to be a trend with them that wherever they go, something ends up going wrong. The confused man opened his eyes and tried to look at his surroundings. However, as he sat himself up, he doubled over onto his hand, ready to hurl again. He started to cough violently as a mixture of what he assumed was salt water and the remainder of his last meal came out. "Ugh... Shit..." With all of that out of the way, and the coughing had calmed down, he finally took that look around. From the looks of it, he washed ashore on some island. He had really hoped that they ended up where they wanted to go. Chances were extremely slim of that being the case, but the chance was still there. "Kid... Where the fuck are we?" Why was he asking the kid? He probably knew as much about what was going on as he did. There was another person with them, though he didn't exactly remember who she was. He tried to stand up and find his way around, though his injured leg forced him to kneel back down. This wouldn't be good for him at all, he needed to find some kind of way to help support his weight. He searched around his pockets and found his wand. Luckily, he had it with him, unlike the bag of things he brought with him. That was probably sinking to the bottom of the ocean. He'd need to get new things, again. But for now, he needed some kind of walking stick. The wand took on the form of a large staff that was taller than he was. That would definitely help him get around. He wondered what they would do now, in this situation. As he propped himself up with his staff, he hoped that Hana was alright and that they would find her soon. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 44 - 3/4 | DATE: November 4th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: ??? in ???, Australia Everything was dark and damp. She couldn't hear anything. The breath that usually came and went from her was perfectly still. The white haired girl couldn't move a single muscle. It seemed like she was going to die right then and there. But thankfully for her, someone had started to pat her on the back repeatedly. After some time, she had coughed out the water that filled her lungs and she was breathing again. "Oh my god, honey, are you okay?" She couldn't answer thanks to the continued coughing. "Oh, my poor baby. I wasn't expecting something like that to happen at all!" The girl, dazed and confused, looked around to see what was going on. When her eyes fell on to the person who saved her, he gave her a simple thumbs up. "You were lucky that there was someone with you. You could've ended up all on your own! Then no one could've saved you!" "You're just thankful you don't have to start over as a baby." "Shut it." As she slowly tried to force herself off of the ground, another fit of coughing over came her. "Oh man, honey, you're gonna be okay, right?" "I'll... I'll be... fine..." She said through coughs. When she sat herself up, she noticed the cardigan that was resting on her shoulders. "I wasn't... wearing this before..." "Dumah over there put it on you." The cardigan belonged to Kai. That was nice of him, though she thought she should return it. "I think he wants you to keep it, at least for now." "A-a-are you sh-sh-sure?" The question was directed towards Kai. "Umm, honey. He doesn't really talk." "O-oh... I s-see..." She looked away from him and wondered what to do now. It seemed like they got separated from the others that were on the ship. Reflexively, she reached for the compass dangling from her neck and looked at it. It was going all over the place, trying to point in every direction at once. From what she could gather, that meant that the others were alive and kicking. That was good. "What do we do now?" "Well, figuring out where exactly we are might be a good start." "Right."
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1 Samuel Riviera DAY: 44 - 1/4 | DATE: November 4th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Boat near King Island, Tasmania Amongst the many dislikes Sam had, being on a boat was at the top of that list. It wasn't that he was afraid of water or anything, it was just that the undulating of the boat made him feel really nauseated. And with the waters as rough as they were at the moment, his motion sickness was setting in really early. He leaned against the railing of the outside of the boat, hurling into the rough waters. All of that food that was sitting in his stomach, all gone. He'd definitely need something to eat after this damn boat ride was finally over. Something hearty. As he propped himself against the railing, his chin resting on the rail, he could feel another bout of vomiting coming. This wasn't good, he didn't want to keep hurling what was left in his stomach, but his motion sickness had another idea. As the contents of his stomach escaped his mouth, he thought about what he would do when he finally reached solid ground. Sweet, sweet, solid Earth. Maybe the first thing he'd do was stop throwing up violently. Hopefully. "Oh god, let this be over already..." The pain in his shoulder and thigh were all the way in the back of his mind.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 44 - 1/4 | DATE: November 4th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Boat near King Island, Tasmania Amongst the many dislikes Sam had, being on a boat was at the top of that list. It wasn't that he was afraid of water or anything, it was just that the undulating of the boat made him feel really nauseated. And with the waters as rough as they were at the moment, his motion sickness was setting in really early. He leaned against the railing of the outside of the boat, hurling into the rough waters. All of that food that was sitting in his stomach, all gone. He'd definitely need something to eat after this damn boat ride was finally over. Something hearty. As he propped himself against the railing, his chin resting on the rail, he could feel another bout of vomiting coming. This wasn't good, he didn't want to keep hurling what was left in his stomach, but his motion sickness had another idea. As the contents of his stomach escaped his mouth, he thought about what he would do when he finally reached solid ground. Sweet, sweet, solid Earth. Maybe the first thing he'd do was stop throwing up violently. Hopefully. "Oh god, let this be over already..." The pain in his shoulder and thigh were all the way in the back of his mind.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 42 - 2/4 | DATE: November 2nd, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in St. Petersburg, Russia It seemed like things didn't go well for the three people who went to visit the weird, creepy guy in the warehouse. While it seemed like a bad thing, she had to admit that it she was relieved he wouldn't be joining them. She didn't have a clue how she would deal with him. He was just so off putting and so, creepy. "Now that things are somewhat calm, we're resuming your training. I have something to take care of first, so don't move or go off." Training would be resuming. That would mean more soreness afterwards and more passing out. Hopefully it would be less than the last time, but there would be passing out nonetheless. "O-okay." She stayed put, sitting on the couch. This time, she wanted to prepare herself for what he would toss her way. "Ah, more training. This is good. We've had some premium bonding time with Xath, rescued, uh, what's her face? The one that hosts Uriel, or Puriel, I still don't quite get that one. But yeah, things are looking up." "Oh, Hay Sun." "Right. That's her name, Hay Sun." "Yeah, it's a good thing we found her too. She might not've survived had we gotten to her any later. At least, that's what I understand." "Uh-huh. Well, sorry for distracting you, you should keep concentrating on your training." "Oh, right."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 41 - 44 | DATE: November 1st, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Plane back to Russia When they were dealing with those pesky zombie things again in London, he tried not to let his somewhat self-inflicted injuries get in his way too much. That was one thing he didn't want to happen again. By fighting those damned things, he'd hopefully get Abaddon off of his case about destroying things. Plus, it would be a good time to experiment with that explosion power that the Angel of Destruction told him about. It turned out to be a great way to deal with the zombies, though each explosion drained him pretty heavily. On the plane, he started to think about Hana again. He considered getting a phone to have those calls like before. He really wanted to, as stupid as it sounded. Not to mention, he still hadn't had the chance to even talk to her since Abaddon decided to rear his ugly head. The plane ride was going to take a little while longer, so he took this opportunity to go to sleep before he started to over think that stuff. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 41 - 44 | DATE: November 1st, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Yakutsk, Russia After a long, long, long, long search for Hay Sun, they finally found her. That was a relief. Thank goodness she was still alive and kicking. Well, the kicking part not so much since she was out cold. But the alive part was very much true. At any rate, since it would the journey back to St. Petersburg would be a long one, they decided to get a hotel to stay at for the night. At the hotel, she shared a bed with Hana, which hadn't happened in a while. She really liked it when she got to share the bed with her. The warmth of her body granted a sense of closeness that had gone unfulfilled when she was little. Something that she had yearned for, but never quite got. Why was she thinking about this all of a sudden? She didn't have a clue as to why, but she did know that it felt wonderful sharing a bed with Hana. Before too long, she had fallen asleep before the crimson haired girl. Vincent Antonio Zeppeli DAY: 41 - 44 | DATE: November 1st, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Hotel in St. Petersburg, Russia Not only had they failed to recruit Regulus into their group, they watched as he decided to join the enemy faction. This was bad. He was afraid to tell Hana and the others that weren't there the terrible news. However, it was definitely bad that the enemy had one more person on their side. Not only that, but he was capable of building automatons fully capable of combat. Essentially, he could build them an army given enough time. That was not appealing. Not in the slightest. As he lay in his bed back in the hotel, he wondered about what he could've done differently and what he could've said to convince him that it was worth going with them? No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like their three man group was destined to fail to recruit him. Well, no point in crying over it now, he thought. If this was how things played out, he had no choice but to accept it as what happened. Still, he dreaded telling the others. With that out of the way and cleared from his mind, he fell asleep.
DAY: 1 - 2/5 ≋ MOOD: Who the fuck do these pricks think they are!? ≋ LOCATION: Main Pod WARNING: The following post contains heavy use of profanity and threats. Reader discretion is advised. Spoiler: Have fun~ As Trevor was minding his own business reading his book and resting his arm on his newly found arm rest, somebody slipped some kind of flower behind his ear. That was annoying enough had that been the only thing that happened. In fact, he might've let it go if placing the flower was the only thing the kid did. The dumbass had to go and open his fat mouth too. ◖ ❀ It's not nice to take from other people without their permission. ◗ This little twat had the gall to call him out. ◖ ❀ The penalty for theft used to be chopping off the offenders hands. I think that would really suit you. ◗ And now he was threatening him. Hats off to the stupid fuck kid who thinks a little threat is gonna stop him. So his first offense is that he randomly placed some stupid fucking flower behind his ear without so much as a word of warning. His second is that the little cunt actually threatened him. And the third is that he is physically forcing his arm of his little arm rest. "If you jackasses have a problem, why don't you take it somewhere else? Some of us are trying to ignore our impending overdose over here." All of a sudden, some dickweed came up to the two of them and shoved them apart. Another person butting his head where it has no fucking business being. The prospect of two shitheaded guys suddenly interacting with him like he should give a fuck about anything that comes out of their cum-guzzling shit holes is laughable. What's more, this new guy gave some kind of weird look. If that was supposed to be a mean look, the motherfucker needed to try harder. It was a pitiful attempt at looking intimidating. After that, the little twat went over to the arm rest and started talking about fear and bullying or some bullshit like that. It sounded like a whole lot a shi that can go right back up his ass. Afterwards, the little fairy boy put a flower behind the new dude's ear and ran off back to his grandmother or whoever the fuck like a little pussy. Whatever, although he still aggravated him to no end, the little bitch. Now he turned his attention backed to Mr. Sir Henry Motherfucker over here or whatever the fuhis actual name was. "Well, you seem to think you're so tough, you little cockhole. He stood up as he spoke. "I'm not even gonna fuss over that prissy little fairy boy over there eating out his grandma or whatever the fuck he's doing because he left." He stood over the girl he kept calling his arm rest. "But you decided to stay, even after that failed attempt of a glare, you rotten, little bitch. And you know, shit like that pisses me off. People who think that their opinions actually fucking matter to me. News flash, dumbfuck, I don't even give two squirts of piss about what you think or if you have a problem with me." Trevor reached over and grabbed the girl by the hair. "In fact, because you seem to think your opinion matters to me," He pulled her and threw her onto the floor. "Why don't you tell me how you feel about this?!" At the end of his sentence, he put his foot on top of the little whore's head. As he held his foot on top of her head, he ground his heel into her head. "C'mon. Go ahead. Tell me what your stupid shit opinion about me is. Go on. Tell me." He waited to hear a response from the little bitch standing in front of him. "Hmm?" He mocking held his hand up to his ear, pretending to try to hear him better. "Uh, what's that? Are you saying something, you little waste of space felchberger?" The grinding of his foot started to get faster. "Well, I'm waiting, assmuncher. What's it gonna be? What do you think is so important that I should listen to whatever dick-for-brain idea you have? I think it's guys like you who try to look tough that end up screaming like virgins."
Vincent Antonio Zeppeli DAY: 41 - 4/4 | DATE: November 1st, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Warehouse in St. Petersburg, Russia At the sudden appearance of this bandaged up woman, Vincent was both pleased and terrified. Pleased because it wasn't such a sausage fest anymore, and terrified because of what she said. They would end up dead anyways? And who the hell was she talking about when she said Maalik and Raphael? It doesn't make much sense, but the way he figured, it was a pretty dangerous situation. Well, this time, he had more of a chance, hopefully, because it was a woman he was dealing with. And women, he dealt with on a regular basis back in Venice. He straightened his jacket and calmly approached the floating newcomer. "Well, in spite of what you just said, what with the dying and all, it certainly is a pleasure to have you here." Vincent, somewhat nervous and unsure of what she may do, tried to maintain his composure in front of her. "It's not very often someone as pretty as you just drops in out of nowhere, and quite literally too." He quickly whispered the last part to himself. "As for the recruiting part, we did hope to have him join our group and not die. At least, not yet anyways." the flustered Italian man tried to think of something to ask her. Something that would hopefully not get them killed. "Well, that's not important right now. What would someone as gorgeous as you be doing in a dank, rundown place like this?"
DAY: 1 - 2/5 ≋ MOOD: Uncaring ≋ LOCATION: Main Pod After that annoying little wench with the clackers finally left him alone, he returned to reading his book in relative peace. Even though she left, he could still hear the incessant clack-clack-clacking of those stupid, plastic balls. And her little comment when she left got him a little more than miffed. Hit harder? Oh, if the nurses weren't around he would've done a lot more than just hit her with the spine of his book. In fact, if he had access to more than just that book, it would've been something a lot longer and a lot harder that would've hit her in the head. Although, if need be, he would've hit her over the head with a frozen sausage. Whatever, at least she left him the fuck alone, for now. As he continued to read his book in relative peace, Trevor started to feel a little hungry. He looked around the room filled with all of those unpleasant people he couldn't really stand. If only he could hit people with some kind of Sheer Heart Attack and make them drop dead, or at the very least blow them to shreds, he'd be a much happier guy. Oh well, no point quibbling over something he has no control. Though, just because he couldn't control it doesn't mean he has to like it. At any rate, the problem here was getting something to eat. As he scoped the main pod, the hungry sadist spotted that little blonde girl on the sofa nibbling at some bread. What was her name, Ainsley? Whatever it was, that bread looked as good as anything right now. With his sights set on the bread, he made his way over to her. It was apparent that she had more than a few slices, since she shared it with some other guy. He didn't care to learn people's names at all. The aspect of actually giving enough of a shit to learn a person's name eluded him. Why learn names when you're just gonna forget them the next day? Or hell, even the next hour. Whatever, he was hungry, and there was bread available. The moment he got up to her, he swiped a piece straight from her lap. "Don't mind if I do." He rested his elbow on top of her head and used her like an arm rest. It's not like she would really object or anything, he's seen her enough to know that she doesn't say anything at all. As he ate what he found out to be banana bread, the uncaring patient started to read his book again, his arm still resting on her head. As he continued to read, he finished the piece of bread that he'd taken. It was good, that was for sure. That slice of bread would be good enough to last him a little while. He had some sticky fingers after finishing the banana bread. With no napkins or tissues at hand, he licked his fingers clean and wiped them off on his arm rest's sweater. After cleaning his fingers, he just kept reading his book like nothing unusual happened. Not that he cared about other people's feelings in the first place.
So I'm gonna be visiting family and friends in California from the 18th through the 24th this month. Posting this here to let y'all know that. I should be able to check in on the thread at night, but we'll see how that plays out. Anywho, that's all. Beema, out.
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Vincent Antonio Zeppeli DAY: 41 - 3/4 | DATE: November 1st, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Warehouse in St. Petersburg, Russia The long haired, androgynous-looking man standing before them asked what their motivations for traveling were. It seemed that he himself wasn't too keen on going on a journey around the world trying to prevent an upcoming apocalypse. Honestly, he couldn't blame the guy. It was a long shot that they would be able to convince him to just drop everything to come with them. Still, they had to try to get him on their side, if only for having safety in numbers. "Well, to answer your question, I personally went with these people to find out more about myself." Vincent started. "The idea that I am capable of more was exciting. It meant that there were things about myself that even I wasn't aware of." He took a moment to collect his thoughts. "Granted, it was a little bizarre to hear about my potential from complete strangers, but even so, the idea appealed to me." He looked to the puppet thing that clawed at the wall. Judging from the techy parts covering it, he assumed that this guy built it or something like that. "Well, looking at that thingy over there, I'm guessing you like to tamper with things." It was a guess, but it seemed like a good one. "I'm not saying that you will, but maybe you'll be able to find some interesting things to tinker with if you travel with us."
Player Name: Simon Costello Age/Appearance: 22 Fun Fact: Likes to cook Console: PC
▼Puppeteer's Name: Bite the Dust ▼Puppet: Trevor Blackmore ▼Age: 18 ▼Sex: Male ▼Photograph: ✄ ▼Personality: Remorseless • Has a reckless disregard for the safety of himself or others • Consistently irresponsible • Takes pleasure in the suffering of others • Humiliates or demeans people in front of others • Disregards other people's feelings ▼History: At first, Trevor's parents thought that his violent tendencies were nothing to worry about. They merely brushed it off as a short phase of his life that'll pass soon enough. However, around the time he was 13, he violently beatdown his own father for no good reason other than to do it. Afterwards, he was taken to a psychologist to check what was wrong with him. The doctor diagnosed him with ASPD, SPD, and OCD. Following the visit to the psychologist, Trevor was sent to Saint Rose Pediatric Psychiatric Hospital to hopefully cure him of these disorders. ▼Diagnosed Psychological Disorder(s): Antisocial Personality Disorder • Sadistic Personality Disorder • Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ▼Talents: Saying words backwards • Mimic anyone's voice • Cooking • Body Contortion ▼Hobbies: Hitting people • Hitting dogs • Tormenting anything that moves • Baseball • Reading • Collecting ▼Favorite Things: Boiled Eggs • Baseball Bat • Ropes • Chains ▼Fears: Misaligned Things • Disorganization ▼Hospitalized: 5 Years, 6 months ▼Favorite Song: Nothing Left To Fear by Slash ft. Myles Kennedy
