Samuel Riviera DAY: 19 - 4/4 | DATE: October 10th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England After eating some of the food that little Red brought back, he sat back in his motel room and lay on the bed. What the hell is the point of him being in that group, he wouldn't be in it for very long now. In fact, he'd be ditching them in a day now. This wasn't good. He hadn't been satisfied yet. If nothing was going to happen, then he would just have to extract more enjoyment from killing Red. There was nothing really going on for them, and none of these dipshits actually entertained him. Maybe leaving them now wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. Maybe the other guys can provide more amusement for him. He'd just have to wait and see. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, not noticing the little black bugs crawling around on the floor, he felt sleepiness washing over his eyes. There was nothing else for him to do other than sleep now, so that's exactly what he did, sleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 19 - 4/4 | DATE: October 10th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Joslyn had eaten her fair share of the food that was brought back to the motel by Hana. Although, Victor and Tessa had some different ideas about how much she should eat. "Yooooouuuuu~ should TOOOOOOOTALLY get more food. It'll be a waste if no one eats iiiiiiiiiiiiit~" "For once, I agree with the dumbass over here. You should eat more." "But... If I eat more than my fair share..." "Sooooooooooo~ whaaaaaaaaat~?" "A girl needs to eat, you know. Unlike some people here." "Whaaaaaaat'sssss~ that supposed to meeeeaaaaan~?" "You know exactly what I mean, you whale!" "Yoooooouuuuu~ wanna start something Biiiiiiitchfiiiinnngeeeeerrrrrsssss~?" Once again, they had gotten into an argument as she just ate what she wanted to. Now she is laying in her bed, waiting for what little sleep she can get. She just placed her head on the pillow and waited and waited and waited as she closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 4 - 3/4 | DATE: March 17th, 2016 | LOCATION: Inn Freddie stood there in stunned silence in the bedroom. "Wha- wha- I- I don-" He had been reduced to a stammering idiot after having heard Zoey's explanation of last night. "That's just- I don't even-" His mind suddenly exploded into a cacophony of paranoid thoughts. With what she just said, that means that there was a possibility that the people missing from the group are dead. Deader than dead. Fucking mutilated. So then... that means... that Sophie could be... No. No way. There was no way in hell. Maybe she could've gotten away. Yeah, she could've gotten away and just hasn't found her way back yet. But she said that they found two people. Maybe she was kidnapped? Yeah. It's still bad that she got kidnapped, but at the very least, she is still alive. Freddie held out hope that she was still alive. If anything had happened to her, that would ruin him. It was very possible that he could end up like Bryan. Or worse. We've got to go and find her. We have to. We have to! "We have to..." The thought became so powerful that he said it out loud. "We've got to find her. If there's even the slightest chance, we have to find her..." He had been blankly staring at the floor, muttering to himself. However, he came back to reality when he looked at his little sister's hand and saw that it was newly red. Was that when she grabbed his arm? Shit. That's not good. He caused her hand to start bleeding again. What good was he if he couldn't protect her last night. Useless. Useless useless useless useless. "I haven't been doing a very good job of being your big brother, have I?" He knelt down next to Zoey. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." As he knelt next to her, he noticed a blood stain forming on her pants leg. There was a lot more damage to her than she was letting everyone know. He imagined that the wounds on her hands extended up onto her arms. Just how badly injured is she? This wasn't good. He needed to keep her safe. If he couldn't keep her safe on this trip, then he wouldn't be doing what he came to do. "From this point on, I swear I will keep you safe. I swear it! Even if that bastard of a father couldn't keep you safe, I swear I will!" "But first, I think, maybe, we should try redressing your wounds. Does anybody have a medical kit or something like that?" He stood back up and posed the question to the people still in the bedroom. There was no way he could just leave her like that, with some bandaging she probably did herself.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 19 - 4/4 | DATE: October 10th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Sam sat on his bed, motionless. He had woken up from another one of his lovely dreams. There wasn't much he could do about them. They just came to him whether he wanted them to or not. But since they really didn't affect anything major, he didn't mind it. He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked to the door, stepping on a cockroach as he went. Ugh, gross. He opened the door and sat down next to it. Sam fished his cigarettes out of his pocket, one of the few things he had with him. All he had on him after the plane crashed was his cigarettes, a lighter, and the knife that Chicken Wings gave him, as well as the clothes on his back. When he looked into his pack, he noticed that there were only two left. He was going to need to get a new pack. A sigh escaped him as he lit the cigarette. Two left... He wasn't thinking about the cigarettes anymore. I'm gonna kill Red and kidnap the white haired girl in two days. Sam ran his fingers through his hair as he stayed deep in thought. I guess I'll have to get all of my enjoyment out of that. Ugh... Such a waste of beauty... He let his head fall back against the wall as he let the smoke out of his mouth. His rage was seething.
I'd like to participate. I wanna sing JoJo ~Sono Chi no Sadame~.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 4 - 2/4 | DATE: March 17th, 2016 | LOCATION: Inn Freddie woke up in a daze. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up and looked at his phone to check the time. It was about 9:30 in the morning. He had slept peacefully that night. No unpleasant games of hide-and-seek or getting chased by people. Just a regular night of tossing around in bed trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep in. Although his joints were a little sore. He got out of bed and rubbed his aching joints as he walked to the door. He looked in the other bed and saw only one other person. If he remembered right, there were supposed to be two more people with them. His paranoia kicked in and told him something happened to the other two. However, he quickly dismissed the idea. Not this early in the morning, dammit. Not wanting to let his mind fall back into that, he quickly went out of the room. After taking a few steps beyond the door, he remembered Zoey had sent him a text the night before. Something about going to a lake. Wait... did something happen there? He continued to walk towards the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Although an unsteady feeling was settling in his stomach. The feeling that something bad had happened refused to leave his mind. Oh man, did something really happen? I really, REALLY hope not. Perhaps getting some food would get rid of that feeling. Maybe. Hopefully. When he got to the kitchen, he was confronted by the sight of Tucker, Julius, Dennis, Zoey, and Sasha all gathered together. Presumably to eat breakfa- What the hell? Before he could finish his thought, his eyes trained in on the fact that Zoey has a scratch on her cheek. Not only that, she had bandages on her hands. She definitely was not in that state last night. Oh god. What the hell happened? Freddie made a bee-line for Zoey. He put his hands on hers and said, "What the hell happened? You definitely weren't like this yesterday." He put his hands on Zoey's face and looked in her eyes to see if anything weird was happening with her. It didn't seem like it, but the fact that she was hurt meant something happened. Oh god, my bad feeling. Now I REALLY don't like this. Shit!
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 3 - 4/5 | DATE: March 16th, 2016 | LOCATION: Bentley Square ==> Inn After wandering around the Square, not really doing much, he checked his phone after it vibrated in his pocket. He didn't like the sound of that, but he was starting to get really tired and wanted to get back to the Inn. Quickly, he sent her a text of his own. After making his way back to the Inn, he trudged his way up to the room he would be sharing with Oliver, Quentin, and Tucker, he lay down on one of the beds and stared at the ceiling for a good while. There wasn't much he could do other than that. Freddie fell asleep soon after.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 18 - 4/4 | DATE: October 9th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London The earthquake had finally stopped. He looked around and didn't see the guy that sat across from him. Don't tell me that idiot... Even though he barely knew the guy, he did feel something when he didn't see him. He couldn't say what that something was, but the feeling hung there in his chest. Sam forced himself to stand, dusted himself off, and went over to little Red. After wandering for some time, they came across an slum-like area. Sam felt a bit at home in a rundown area like this. Little Red had led them to a crappy looking motel that they would be staying at for the night. He really couldn't complain, though, since he would probably be rotting in prison if things had stayed normal. He got the other key from her and went to the room. As soon as he entered and turned on a light, a black speck dashed across the room. Oh great, extra friends. Sam was in a foul mood and wasn't really feeling up for, well, anything. He just went over to the bed and waited until he was tired enough to sleep. That took a few hours, but when the time came, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 18 - 4/4 | DATE: October 9th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~ WHOOOOOO~! What a RUUUUUUUSSSSSSHHHHHH~!" "Would you shut it, shit for brains?" While those two started to argue, again, Joslyn went close to Hana and felt like holding her. She held off on it because she seemed to be looking for the others. After a long while, they ended up in a motel where there were some kind of creepy crawlies. Joslyn tried to fall asleep next to Hana as the day ended.
4/3 Samuel Riviera DAY: 18 - 3/4 | DATE: October 9th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel ==> Outside Hotel in London, England As the whole building shook violently, Sam struggled to make his way outside. This is bad, really, really, fucking bad. He had to make it out of there, lest he be crushed by the collapsing of the entire building. That wouldn't be good. At all. He had to hold up his end of the bargain, no matter what. So he struggled against the fierce shaking with all of his might and made his way to the outside of the hotel, where he saw the concrete breaking apart. "Well fuck me..." Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 18 - 3/4 | DATE: October 9th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel ==> Outside Hotel in London, England Joslyn was forced out of the bed by the violent shaking of the ground. It came on so suddenly, but she knew she had to get out if she was going to live. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! EXTREEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMEE~! "Oh shut up! Now's not the time, numbnuts!" As usual, Victor was thoroughly enjoying himself despite the clear and present danger. Joslyn stumbled out of the room, barely able to hold herself upright because of the quaking ground. She supported herself against the walls of the hotel as she tried to climb down four flights of stairs. She fell down the last flight of stairs and lay flat on the shaking floor for a few seconds before forcing herself to stand up. I don't... I don't want to die! With the door so close by, she pushed herself to stay upright and went for the door. As she made it out of the doorway, she saw Hana and Cassandra. She tripped next to them as they saw the concrete cracking apart.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 18 - 3/4 | DATE: October 9th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in London, England As Sam was sitting there trying to have quiet moment to himself, one of the other guys came and sat across from him. Oh great, this guy. Umm... What was his name again? Ah, whatever, it won't matter in three days anyhow. "You look like you have something on your mind." When he looked at his knuckles, he saw that they were bleeding. What the hell did he do? Sam clenched his own bandaged fist, remembering that his knuckles were busted up too. He could smell the blood. Gross. Sam wasn't really in the mood to talk to... well, anyone. He intended to keep quiet and enjoy the rest of his meal in peace. But, if he was just gonna sit there, he wouldn't have any peace to himself at all. You really come at awkward times, man... Seeing as how they were in a public setting, he had to keep himself from decking him in the face. It'd be troublesome if I got into trouble for punching someone out. Just as he was about to give him a piece of his mind, the ground began to shake. "What the hell!?" An earthquake? At a time like this? What the hell kind of timing is that? With all of the shit that's been happening lately, I'm really starting to believe this isn't natural. Sam tried to stand up but the shaking of the ground kept him being completely balanced. "This cannot be good."
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 3 - 3/5 | DATE: March 16th, 2016 | LOCATION: Inn OOC: Blerg, I don't even... blah The Ferry ride seemed to have passed without incident. Although he wondered what was going to happen when they did get to Bentley. He knew so little about that place. The only things he did know were the things he happened to over hear on the boat. Something about candy and boats and droppin' it like it's hot or something. Yeah, he had no idea at all, his mind was in a million places at once when he was on the boat. To him, it almost seemed like it had been three days since he had talked to... well, anyone really. In fact, it seemed like three days since he had even moved to do anything. Maybe he was just having an off day or something. That could be it. Either that or he was feeling INCREDIBLY lazy. There is that possibility. At any rate, they were now in some kind of inn, which smelled suspiciously of candy. Like, it smelled super sweet. Like, almost sickeningly so. It's as if you were in a candy store, except there's no candy in sight and instead there is some rude lady standing behind a counter calling the guests freeloaders. Oh wait a minute... That is what is happening. It's as if... ah screw it, the image is already in place, no need to unnecessarily repeat what was already established. So this lady named Cane seems to run the Inn. And they are going to be staying in this Inn, despite the fact she seems to be hostile towards them. I guess that's a thing? I don't even understand what is going on. Freddie just went along with whatever was happening at the moment, since he really didn't seem to be contributing anything of his own to the investigation effort. At this point, he seemed something like the tag-along kid getting dragged around for some unknown reason. Well, his sister might have something to do with that, but for the most part he just felt like he was getting taken along for the ride. At this point, he was hoping he wouldn't become the butt monkey and be subjected to all kinds of crap first. That is something he would not want to happen. Nope. No way. Even though Polnareff was a cool guy, he did not want to become that guy. In groups like these, there is typically the person who is subjected to everything but through some miracle ends up surviving. Well, most of the time, anyway. That is not who he wanted to be in the group. Nope.
DAY 18Wednesday, October 9th, 2013 Samuel Riviera DAY: 18 - 1/4 | DATE: October 9th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in London Spoiler: 1000 Years of Dreams The battleground stood still. Blood soaked the soil beneath. The sky above was colorless. Bodies littered the battleground, with few soldiers left standing. The fortunate ones managed to escape with a few cuts and bruises, a few broken bones here and there. Those who lay dead on the floor had the pleasure of meeting an unpleasant end. Bifurcated, disemboweled, trampled to death, beheaded, just a few of the many ends the unfortunate ones faced. The surviving soldiers wandered aimlessly around the battleground, hoping to find their companions still living. Of course, this was a futile effort for most of them. For many of them, all they found of their friend was a mangled and bloody heap on the crimson soil. Some only found remnants of their bodies, such as their limbs. Cries filled with sorrow could be heard when they discovered those bodies. It was even worse when some of the female soldiers stumbled upon their lovers. The only thing left of them was, if they were lucky, their corpses. On the floor, a bloody mess, was a man. He was barely clinging to life. His breathing was ragged. However, his labored breathing was not a sign of hope for him. He was a lost cause. His arm was completely gone, a gaping wound stretched across his stomach, with another going across his face. He had lost too much blood. The man just lay there, waiting for his impeding death to come. Soon, a soldier came to his side. A female soldier that he had known. A friend of his since he was a child. She took of her helmet and collapsed to her knees beside him. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him with a sullen look on her face. Their eyes met for a few brief seconds before the lady looked away. She couldn't handle seeing him like this. Seeing him so close to death. With his remaining strength, he handed his sword to her. "Take it. To remember me by." Reluctantly, she takes the sword in her hand. His hand fell limply to the ground. His breathing had stopped. She cried out in agony as she held his sword close to her. Sam opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in a daze. What is with these dreams? They just keep... He couldn't really describe how he felt about seeing these kinds of dreams over and over. In fact, he wasn't even sure what the hell was even going on in his dreams. The only thing he knew about his dreams was that in each and everyone of them, he ends up dead. It doesn't matter how or when or why, he always dies. This certainly had something to do with his past lives. Their last moments? He got out of bed and rubbed his head. Why am I even having these dreams? These dreams have been happening for as long as he could remember. With recent events in mind, the thought that these dreams are of his past lives has come up time and again. At first, it seemed like random dreams he would have. But now, with new information in hand, the truth behind those dreams seems to have shown itself. After grabbing a key and putting on the clothes he had with him, he went downstairs for breakfast. He grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee. Sam didn't bother putting creamer or sugar in his coffee, he just drank it straight. After getting some food, sausage and eggs, he sat down at a table by himself and picked at his food. He cupped his hands over his mouth and took a deep breath. Three more days left...
The battleground stood still. Blood soaked the soil beneath. The sky above was colorless. Bodies littered the battleground, with few soldiers left standing. The fortunate ones managed to escape with a few cuts and bruises, a few broken bones here and there. Those who lay dead on the floor had the pleasure of meeting an unpleasant end. Bifurcated, disemboweled, trampled to death, beheaded, just a few of the many ends the unfortunate ones faced. The surviving soldiers wandered aimlessly around the battleground, hoping to find their companions still living. Of course, this was a futile effort for most of them. For many of them, all they found of their friend was a mangled and bloody heap on the crimson soil. Some only found remnants of their bodies, such as their limbs. Cries filled with sorrow could be heard when they discovered those bodies. It was even worse when some of the female soldiers stumbled upon their lovers. The only thing left of them was, if they were lucky, their corpses. On the floor, a bloody mess, was a man. He was barely clinging to life. His breathing was ragged. However, his labored breathing was not a sign of hope for him. He was a lost cause. His arm was completely gone, a gaping wound stretched across his stomach, with another going across his face. He had lost too much blood. The man just lay there, waiting for his impeding death to come. Soon, a soldier came to his side. A female soldier that he had known. A friend of his since he was a child. She took of her helmet and collapsed to her knees beside him. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him with a sullen look on her face. Their eyes met for a few brief seconds before the lady looked away. She couldn't handle seeing him like this. Seeing him so close to death. With his remaining strength, he handed his sword to her. "Take it. To remember me by." Reluctantly, she takes the sword in her hand. His hand fell limply to the ground. His breathing had stopped. She cried out in agony as she held his sword close to her.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 2 - 4/4 | DATE: March 15th, 2016 | LOCATION: Inn ==> Outside of Inn Freddie had been sitting there, picking at the food on his plate and tuning in and out to what people had been saying. He hadn't been a huge help with finding info. In fact, he hadn't found anything useful at all. Just a couple of erotic novels that he got distracted by. He couldn't help to start reading that stuff, he actually got interested. Maybe I could try some of this stuff on... No. Nope nope nope. Do not think about that. Nope. Suffice it to say, the things he read weren't helpful to the investigation at all. Suddenly, he saw Tannhauser man-handling Zoey. The hell is this all about? After he was done with whatever bullshit he was spouting, she went outside. He got up and went over to Tannhauser, "We're gonna need to have a little chat later, Tannhauser." As soon as he finished saying what he wanted to say, he followed after his little sister. He found her leaning her head against a tree. Freddie groaned a bit before approaching her. He really had no idea what to say to her. It was frustrating to see her like this, and it was even worse not knowing what to say. There wasn't much that he could do. The only he could try to do now was comfort her. He hoped that he could do that at the very least. After running his fingers through his hair, he went up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, how are you doin'? Tell to me all of your problems" He said the last bit with a ridiculous accent in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 17 - 4/4 | DATE: October 8th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel ==> Hotel in London After all was said and done, Sam maintained his distance from the others. He went to his room later on and just lay around in deep thought. Three more days left, huh? Gotta make it count. He let out a frustrated groan. A lot earlier than I thought it'd be, but what can I do? He couldn't just go back on his word. For a guy like him, his word is the most valuable thing he has. Breaking that would leave him with nothing. Sam fell asleep in a foul mood. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 17 - 4/4 | DATE: October 8th. 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel ==> Hotel in London Joslyn spent the whole day in the hotel room watching TV and talking to Victor and Tessa. She was curious why there was a storm, but she figured it was just passing through. With nighttime upon them, she fell asleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 17 - 2/4 | DATE: October 8th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel in London "Whatever. As long as the job gets done, I could care less." There was a boom of thunder in the clear blue sky. That was odd. Chicken Wings looked up to the skies. "Well," he started as he shoved his hands back into his pockets, "I think it's time for me to go. Something bad is about to happen, and it's not from us." He gave a quick nod to Sam before being engulfed by black smoke and disappearing. Whatever. After Red, you're next on the list. Sam tilted his head from side to side, a popping noise sounding each time he did. He was curious, though. The thundercloud came out of nowhere, so something must've caused it. If Chicken Wings said it wasn't from him, then it makes sense that it would be from those other angels that showed up yesterday. He walked around and eventually came upon the courtyard where Hay Sun and Little Red were standing. However, he decided to keep his distance when he saw two other figures with them. One of them was the woman who had ordered two others to take someone away, and the other was the guy that got dragged away. Something about him was different though. It's as though something was taken away from him. Upon closer inspection, Sam noticed that his wings were gone. Well then, it looks like someone got his wings clipped. Sam wanted to get closer, but since they were angels who could've been watching when Chicken Wings got him out of jail, he didn't want to risk getting outed. He decided to play it safe and keep his distance. Maybe he'd get closer after the angel chick left. Though watching from his little spot would be good enough.
11 ♥ Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 2 - 1/4 | DATE: March 15th, 2016 | LOCATION: Train Cabin ==> Whittlerose Lucas had woken him up and started gathering their belongings from the cabin. He had led Sophie off of the train as he was still collecting himself. His mind was not fully functioning as he staggered up and got his things. After sometime passed as got his things and walked out, he realized that they must be in Whittlerose. It only makes sense since they were getting off now. As he stepped off of the train, he looked around and took in his surroundings. "So this is Whittlerose, huh?" Freddie hadn't been here before, so he took some time admiring it as he aimlessly wandered around the station. Slowly, thoughts of what could've happened filled his head. He continued to look around hoping to distract himself from the paranoid thoughts filling his mind. After taking in the sights of this new area, he spotted Lucas and walked over to him. "Thanks for waking me up, man. If you hadn't, I might be somewhere else." He scratched the back of his head and laughed a little bit. His laughter wasn't so much from embarrassment as it was to calm himself down. After all, anything could've happened in there, especially on a little trip like this one.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 17 - 2/4 | DATE: October 8th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel in London Chicken Wings huffed out of exasperation and sent a blast of black smoke at Sam, slamming him into the wall. "Are you done now? I don't give a flying fuck what you do with the others. I was just letting you know it was an option, should your blood lust flare up. And instead of bitching about how you're doing all the work, remember that it was me who let you out of jail. You could still be rotting in that prison, living out your life sentence and getting in fights every thirty seconds of the day. If you want you can go back. I can put you in there as easily as I took you out. If you can't get your job done, then I'll send you back. And if you so desperately need a ' set date ' you have four days. Think you can handle that?" The look in Chicken Wings face made it seem like he was looking down at him. Thinking that he was some kind of idiot. "Fine. Four days to kill Red and kidnap the other one. I gotcha." Despite the fact that he was slammed against the wall, he was laughing. The pain that shot through him when he hit the wall made him feel alive. It was a rush to feel that kind of pain. Even in jail, he hadn't been slammed into anything by anyone. It was usually him doing the slamming. But now, he was slammed up against a wall, and it felt good. "Though I gotta say, this just got a little more exciting." Sam remained silent for a little bit after making his last quip. "Alright, I'll kill her in four days. But I'm gonna make this last. I'm gonna squeeze every last bit of enjoyment I can get out of this. So expect something to happen in four days, and not before then." A smug look crept across his face. "Oh, and by the way, I intend to pay you back for slamming me into this wall. so you can look forward to that too, Chicken Wings." As he laughed at him, he raised up his hand and stuck out his middle finger. He couldn't wait for that to happen, to put this smug bastard in his place. Maybe he would rip off his wings and make giant fried chicken wings. Or maybe he would cut him up limb from limb. The possibilities of what he could do to him started to excite him more.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 1 - 4/4 | DATE: March 14th, 2016 | LOCATION: Train Cabin Freddie had enjoyed the time he spent in the cabin with Sophie. It felt wonderful to talk to her, despite the fact that some... unsavory topics would come up. Just talking to her made him feel a little better. It made him feel calm, as if nothing was wrong. Lucas left sometime before they started having their conversation. Of course, he didn't leave without Sophie's permission. He didn't really do much without her say-so. Although, he did call into question what happened during that incident. It was impossible to think that they were really responsible for something like that, but... No. Thinking about it would just make him feel worse, and he didn't want to ruin his mood. Sophie mentioned that her father would be willing to help her during the trial. It was nice, but it wouldn't excuse what they did. Just looking at them made his body hurt all over. He really wished he could've done something about it. Done something for her in that situation. Thinking about it now wouldn't help things now, though. It already happened, he couldn't do anything about it. That's that. "I need to use the restroom," she murmured to him, standing up and letting go of his hand. "Alright then." She went to the door, slid it open, and leaned against it for a little bit. She turned to glance at him. "... Thank you." After she left, he smiled to himself as he sat by himself in the cabin, Sometime had passed as he sat by himself and he started to feel sleepy. Since there wasn't much else to do, he promptly fell asleep leaning back against the wall of the cabin.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 17 - 1/4 | DATE: October 8th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Outside of Hotel in London "We had an agreement" It was true, they did have an agreement. But they never agreed on the manner of how it would happen, nor did he give any specifics on anything about it, In fact, the only thing he said was to kill Red and kidnap the white haired one. That is the only thing they had certainly agreed on. "Well then, maybe you should've been more specific in what you asked for." Sam started to get really up in his face. "Maybe if you said to kill her as soon as you meet her, or maybe within a few days of meeting her, she'd be dead by now. But no, you just told me to kill her and kidnap the other one." Sam was saying everything that was coming to his mind. Truth be told, Chicken Wings pissed him off a little bit. Just looking at him made Sam angrier. "And besides, I'm the one doing the job, so I'm the one who decides how to carry it out." He grabbed him by the shirt. getting caught up in the moment. Sam was chuckling as he held him close. He closed his eyes and took deep breath before letting him go. "Well... As for the others, I'll kill 'em if I feel like it." Sam turned his back on Chicken Wings, trying to calm himself down. For whatever reason, his emotions were really getting to him. "It might be fun, might not." He was inspecting his nails, almost mockingly. "I can't guarantee I'll kill 'em, though, since that wasn't part of the original agreement."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 17 - 1/4 | DATE: October 8th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Hotel ==> Outside of Hotel in London Spoiler: 1000 Years of Nightmares Two figures stood at the edge off a cliff, face one another. With weapons drawn, they look into each others eyes. The sun was setting, coloring the sky a mix of red and orange. The light of the red sun glints off of their weapons, swords stained by blood. Both figures were bloodied and wounded, signs of their impending limit. Their breath was slow and heavy as they assumed their stances. Each knew that the next blow would decide the winner. Both had focused their minds, preparing themselves for a strike that may or may not come. It was uncertain who would stand victorious until the clash took place. And so, their minds singled each other out. Everything else seemed to fade from existence. Everything except for the person standing opposite to them. Time seemed to pass by slowly. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours. The wait seemed excruciating. Suddenly, they charged towards one another, letting out a savage war cry as they did. When they got within striking distance of each other, time slowed even further. Their arms inched towards each other ever so slowly as they swung their blades. After what seemed like a century had passed, the expected impact came. Time moved at its regular pace as they staggered beyond one another. They stood there, backs turned to each other, wondering what happened. After some time passed, one of them collapsed to the floor. There he lay, a bloody mess and barely hanging on to the slowly breaking thread called life. Everything became dark to him, The cold filling his body. However, on his face, there was something that was unexpected: A smile. Even though he was dying, there was a smile on his face. With nothing left to him, he uttered his final words to his opponent. "Thank... you..." Suddenly, Sam was pulled into awareness by someone tugging at him. When he opened his eyes, Chicken Wings was standing right in front of him. He had his hand on his shirt and was holding him upright. "Get up." His voice was demanding. It was obvious there was a problem here, Maybe it was because he hadn't held up his end of the bargain yet. The other guy snapped his fingers and a plume of smoke rose up. When it disappeared, they were outside of the hotel. Sam had to squint his eyes to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, After letting him go, Chicken Wings slid his hands into his pockets and leaned against a railing. He wore an annoyed expression on his face."So, you better have some good explanation." Sam dusted off his shirt, "Well, it's called sleeping, and human beings need their sleep so they can function during the day." His voice was filled with a smug tone. "Well, I know that's not why you're here now, but still. Needed to break the tension somehow, you know?" He shrugged his arms and shook his head, chuckling as he did so.
