[ Contact Information ► Mood: Content ► Subject: Null ► OOC: N/A ] The lime colored liquid bubbled in its glass vial, fizzing and threatening to spill on to his desk. Considering what it was, that would have been disastrous, but he was confident it would not be a problem. Just a few more seconds now... And, aha! The green began to lighten a few shades before becoming pale. Soon it was colorless. And once it was Elliot capped up the vial and placed the newly created acid carefully into a stand in the mini fridge of his room. Finishing a demanding experiment was such a wonderful way to start off a morning and now he would prepare himself for class. However his process was derailed at the sound of his phone. Who would be texting this early? His first guess was Ollie, though it would be incorrect. Marina? What did the insane girl want with him? Well...seeing as there was still time before classes and he was now ready for the day he decided it would be checked out at least, as he was lucky enough it was not only him called forth for...whatever it was. However once he was there he spotted Theodore before the girl that had requested them there so his attention lingered on him instead. Elliot approached and stood near his table. "Theo-Theodore, hello."
[ LEVEL TWELVE - BGM12 - STATUS: EXCITED - UPDATE ] Turning he saw someone speaking to him. Oh it's...well he still didn't know his name. It was hard, thinking of names when the person did not have a title in his mind. Perhaps he will give this male one, if he stayed around long enough to. Anyway, he was asked something so time to answer. "H- [ Day: 12/1 → Mood: Confused → Location: Hot Springs Third Floor Hallway → OOC: Go team] No. No wait. Something was wrong here. Looking to Quin he tilted his head. This was different. "This didn't happen before..." His head spun. Everything seemed to have turned upside down, causing him to feel ill. The boy nearly even toppled over. What was this? Where was he? This couldn't be right. It couldn't be because this happened before didn't it? Only...Quin didn't come out of her room right then. No, he had completely missed her and gone off to... "You didn't... Harley was talking for a bit then..." Flashes of what had happened came to him and he remembered later finding Cherno without his memory. He would have to go to him but for now the flashes were stopping him as there was so much more after that. It was hard to breath. He hadn't been breathing before, had he? No, for some reason he held his breath so he now gasped for it. "I died. Before anything could happen I-" he gulped, "I was going to do it myself anyway though, haha..." His eyes looked around, searching for an explanation as if a note or something obvious would be there, but of course there wasn't. Why wasn't there? He couldn't do this on his own... He needed...something...
The queen smiled, glad to have wrapped this up as she was now feeling tired. If only the messenger she sent out wasn't so slow, then they could have done this much sooner. However, no matter how annoyed she felt her expression remained the same, hiding all traces of discontent and tiredness. Standing now, Abigail stepped away from her throne. "I am glad. With that matter we can move on, as the hour grows late. If you wish, there are guest chambers you may sleep in for the night. My way of apologizing for the late meeting. If not then least have a guard escort you home. Even if you can fend for your own there streets is no place for anyone to be on their own in the eve."
[ Contact Information ► Mood: Unsettled ► Subjects: Too many to list ► OOC: N/A ] Everyone seemed to have ignored him and his little episode, or only paid attention to it for a moment before wandering off. Rather rude of them. No matter. Thanks to the servants here he was cleaned up in no time and with new gloves and mask, though not in time to attend the start of the meeting. He would be a little late. That seemed like no problem until the labs' alarm system began blaring. What happened? Had those fools did something to cause this? Looking for the servants that had just helped him didn't do him any good as they seemed to have vanished. How weird... In any case, he really wished to find out what was going on. Wasn't there some sort of surveillance room around here... He couldn't remember if there was, but began looking anyway, not knowing that the others could possibly be in a load of trouble.
[ Contact Information ► Mood: KJDHESNVBHLW ► Subjects: Too many to list ► OOC: N/A ] While waiting the other boy's reply Elliot's eyes began to wander. A girl passed them wearing a mask and all he could think of was how odd it was, completely disregarding how he always dressed. However not much time was given to examine that one as someone came in shouting, tearing his attention away from her. Though he couldn't even get a good look at that one as a familiar figure was seen approaching him. Dear lord, things were already- Suddenly...everything stopped. Elliot hadn't even seen it happen but it was easy to put the pieces together as he felt the liquid soaking through his clothes. Soaking through to...no! He cannot freeze now. He had to act. The boy got to his feet and removed his jacket, though then realized that since he was not in his normal attire that was all he could peel off. How awful. And to make matters worse it was getting hard to breath as the boy was beginning to panic. Not even the towels the girl was used would help this mess. Though he did try to thank Bernie for them, only for his words to come out muttered and incoherent. Looking around his eyes desperately scanned the room for something or someone to help more with this matter though it was then when he realized that his glasses were not spared from the drink so he took them off, dropping them down to the couch. Dear lord. Even his mask had been hit. It couldn't stay. But to take it off...with all these people around... He couldn't. He really shouldn't. Oh but his air was already being tainted, with alcohol no less! That thought increased the panic to the point where he simply tore it off and disposed of it as well. Oh no. No no no no nononono. He was lucky enough that this happened in the labs, a place he trusted to be clean, but the people here... Feeling faint he fell back to the couch, luckily missing his glasses that remained sitting safely on another cushion. He didn't even know how to react now. Everything was so overloaded that it all just shut down. And so he sat there, staring at the ceiling with dead eyes.
hugs back steals and puts on hat
falls cries
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i started with 'cuts your hair' but then i thought about that and went to shave instead. still. now you have none.
[ Contact Information ► Mood: Uncomfortable ► Subjects: Too many to list ► OOC: N/A ] More were arriving now. More than he liked. But he wished for many view points so he would just have to deal. Though it would have been nice to be somewhat distracted from the mass of people, but without the TV and Theo it didn't seem like an option. And the reassuring gesture he made would only last so long. Every ounce of attention he had would be forced towards interactions. Currently that meant talking to the one who seemed to have leered at him, though hopefully that was just in his imagination. He really did not wish to have someone out to get him... There was already this C thing, after all. At least the questions thrown his way were easy to answer. "Yes," the part that was where he should have introduced himself flew right over his head. However he thought he was doing rather well at this interaction thing and was hoping he made a good impression, as his subjects should like him. At least this time since it would be helpful. "And I-I wouldn't say he is."
shaves your head
strokes chin more
no its yours
indeed they have strokes chin
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[ Contact Information ► Mood: Uncomfortable ► Subjects: Too many to list ► OOC: N/A ] It was a strange occurrence, being here in the labs without his father somehow involved or present. Strange but fully welcomed as he did not have to be a lab rat and could enjoy the company of his friend. However this evening was hardly about that as it could very well be his only chance to learn things only the Bellhurst students knew of. He just hoped they didn't ruin this with their seemingly short attention span. And the presence of alcohol helped little as it would surely deter them from the actual point of this little...fling. Theo seemed to be a good host though and could hopefully keep everyone under control. He just wished he didn't have to be present in such a suit, as it was a lot less layers than he was accustomed to. It made him uncomfortable which caused him to have a lack of focus as well, increasing his worries. How this would go could only be told with time so there was nothing more to do but wait as they finished setting up the place. However he had not been seated for long before the first of the guests had arrived. A tall, familiar looking teen and a girl who looked like...what were they called...arm candy? Oh dear, he really hoped he was accessing the situation wrong. "W-would C..." What an awful thought. "No...wait... Hello." Even though the boy had addressed Theodore he still felt compelled to reply, mostly before he had blurted out a comment already.
His starting move was more direct than she'd imagine, but well enough. Easy to dodge though. She could have grabbed his arm instead of side-stepping, but the last time she did that the one she was fighting ended up with a dislocated shoulder and broken wrist. These things happened often enough to be overlooked, but the amount of times it happened from her was a bit excessive so she was told to tone it down a notch. Lucky for Cross. Either way, no thinking about anything other than the fight here. She needed to focus. So once she moved to the side she went from behind to see if she could pull of a sweeping kick. That would end things quickly without the need for either to get hurt.
2004, 40 words per minute would help if i knew how to spell too
[/url] So much running. Her feet felt as if they were on fire. Though just when she began asking herself if this was worth it an end came into view. A giant wall. Slowing down was rather hard once she reached it, but she managed for the most part. Still, her hands slammed into it and a sharp pain shot through them. Pulling them away from the vine covered wall she shook them in hopes of getting the dirt off and to numb the pain some. Was she to climb this? She attempted but the branches and vines broke off the moment she tried. Such a task seemed impossible. However this act revealed a hole in the wall which seemed just big enough to crawl through. So she climbed in, finding it too dark to keep going. It did provide her a moment to catch her breath as she felt a bit safer here. Still...she already agreed to herself that her rest stops would be short lived. She had to keep moving. But how? She couldn't see a thing and the only thing that she had on her was this mirror... Well, now seemed as a good time as any to try it out. "Hello?" She asked it, looking at it's reflective surface in hopes that the person attached to the other end would answer her now. Dogs? Oh, great... As if flying beasts weren't enough. At least the trees now acted as cover from them but the dogs... They had to be fast and since they were here... Well if they were anything short of vicious she would be shocked. So she had to run and fast. However while she was running she heard someone behind her, running in the same direction. There didn't seem to be any dogs or harpies around at the moment as she had ran away from the herd, but only a moment would be spared to stop. After all he could just be one of those lifeless souls stuck to run forever, though they all seemed to go the other way... "H-hi? Are you...one of the ones who heard the voice?" she uttered, deciding to keep moving in the end. Though she did slow to a brisk walk instead so the conversation wouldn't be too awkward, however she wasn't open to the idea of stopping completely.
Good, he complied. She moved over to the mats once it was clear and grabbed a pair of gloves to put on. An optional thing but one she liked and always went with. Once she was ready she looked over Cross. They had been here for the same amount of time now and yet she knew little of him. This was her fault for not studying the other recruits unless they crossed her path, but she hoped to amend that now. After all it used to be her specialty, knowing everyone and what made them ticked. However once she arrived to Division she was bombarded with all these things to learn and the worry about being canceled. But now she could slow down and focus on this little...side task. "A simple round okay? First person who falls to the mat loses. You can make the first strike."
