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Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 23 - 4/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Slowly, she opened her eyes and lifted her head up from the bed. Several strands of hair stuck to her cheeks as she looked around in a complete daze. It took her a while for her to complete take in what was going on. "Weeeeeeeeeeelllllll~, look who's finally awaaaaaaaaaaake~." "Jeez, girl. When you get to sleep, you really sleep." "Huh~? What's going on~?" She continued to look around and finally noticed that there were two strangers in the room with them. Her eyes widened and she backed up in the bed. "Wh-wh-wh-who are they?!" When she looked down at her shirt, she noticed that there was blood on her shirt. "Huh?! Wh-wh-why-why is th-th-there blood on my sh-sh-shi-shirt?!" There was an extremely confused look on her face. Then she spotted Sam sitting against the wall all tied up. "Wh-wh-why-why-why is he t-t-t-tied up like that?!" "Like I said, when you sleep, you really sleep." "H-h-ho-how long have I been a-a-asleep?!" "Seeeeeeeeeems~ like you've been asleep for a whole weeeeeeeeeeeek~!" "Don't be so stupid, dumbass! It's only been two days." "Weeeeeeeeellll~ sitting here doing nothing while she slept certainly felt like a weeeeeeeeeek~!" "I-I-I-I've been asleep for t-tw-tw-two days?!" The concept of her sleeping for two whole days is beyond crazy, but it happened. The amount of time she didn't get to sleep continued to pile up until she finally just slept all of those hours off. "Th-th-tha-that's crazy! I... I slept for two days?!" She saw Hana pacing around. Except that she wasn't walking on the ground, she was levitating. More angel stuff. When she looked closely, she noticed the dark rings around her neck. "O-o-oh my god! Wha-wha-what happened to yo-yo-you, Hana?! Yo-your neck! It's all dark!" "Maaaaaaaaaaan~ we always miss the fun stuuuuuuuffff~!" "What about that plane crash we were involved in, dick for brains?" "Thaaaaaaaaaat~ happened so long agooooooo~!" "That was just last week. And what about that earthquake, pea-brained moron? That happened five days ago!" "Thaaaaaaaat~ was five days ago. I'm talking about nooooooooooow~!" "So you wanna keep getting into dangerous situations and possibly get her killed? You are such a fucking idiot! A titanic dumbass, that's what you are, you know that?" "Weeeeeeeellll~ fuck you too, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitchfiiiiiingeeeeeerrrsss~!" They had started bickering once again. But Joslyn had too much on her mind to be distracted by their continual fighting. It had become so routine that she had learned to filter it out, though she would still be irritated by it every now and then. Right now her focus was on her neck and what the hell had happened over the two days she had been sleeping.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 23 - 3/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England She patted his knee. "Yes, yes. Look at how you ended up," she said patronizingly. You smug bitch "Azazel? No ma'am I'm not here to get Azazel. In fact it was work that brought me here to London, not them." The officer answered her. He glared over at Sam. Well, looks like she isn't in danger again. Whoop-dee-doo. "That's good," she replied. "Well Mr. Rivera, by Chicken Wings I'm assuming you mean Temeluchas." Mr. Cop sounded angry. "I don't think she's who he meant," the woman told him. He had told her about how he got out. "She? Hah, never met the bitch, then." He quietly quipped to himself. "She's the only I've been in contact with. But I did meet her boss once. Oh, what was his name....Danel I think. My job was a bit more complicated then kidnapping someone." The Officer took a deep breath in and exhaled. "Nephilim. That's what I was needed to do. Temeluchas did something to me. She gave me some of her power." His voice of full of regret. "That's how I've got my powers, among other things. But of course from what you say it was all for nothing!" He was exuding anger and a black mist began to swirl around him. Mr. Cop took in deep breaths and the smoke disappeared. "That's one of the other things." The woman shook her head back and forth, rising to her feet. She started pacing circles in the room, occasionally being tugged back from the cord tied around her wrist. Her image flickered in and out of sight as she grew more and more worked up. She started muttering things to herself, just loud enough for the others to hear it. " ... Sharing powers ... Mists of Hellfire. Only demons and Dark Angels should possess that ... Nephilim ... Nephilim! Armies. They want armies. How else would they win? Those poor mortals ... Azazel. Jehoel. Leviathan ... Leviathan! They can't find him, but if I go to his prison they'll know it's location. Oh Jehoel ... " She fidgeted with her hands, rubbing them together over and over again while wearing down the carpeting. " ... Using their weaknesses ... Abaddon -- destruction ... Zadkiel -- his compassion ... Who else? Cassandra." Her blue eyes rested on the girl sharing a bed with Hay Sun. Cassandra had seemed to wake up at some point in time during their discussion. She seemed nervous and afraid. The girl continued her pacing. The world was tuned out around her. "Danel came after Cassandra. What for?" At some point in time, her feet lifted off the ground. It was only about an inch or so, but she had in fact started to hover. Luria had shot to her side like an arrow and she grasped the glittering white wand firmly. Symbols were drawn in the air without her knowledge. Her hand was working on its own as she continued to pace. She switched directions, feeling dizzy from going clockwise for so long. She glanced down at Samuel. Her gaze was distant, but her voice direct. "Can I trust to untie you?" Sam let out a derisive snort. "Aren't we quick to trust again?" He thought about it for a little bit. "Well, as comfortable as I am tied up like this, I'd prefer not to be in them." He sat himself up straight, regardless of the pain in his shoulder. "Tell you what: Don't piss me off, and I'll try to behave. How's that sound?" If he was going to be stuck there, he should at least try to entertain himself. The itching sensation lurked in the back of his head.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 23 - 3/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England The woman thoroughly inspected her patch job and frowned. She pressed her fingertips firmly around the outside of the cuts and prodded at the front. Her prodding caused him more pain, though it seemed like she was enjoying that part of it. "Interesting company you keep Hana." The Officer noted. "Mm. I suppopse so," she mumbled in reply. Her concentration was pretty set on Sam's shoulder. "Yeah, the powers we have are pretty cool Brandon. But they hurt like a son of a bitch when you use 'em." The Officer explained to the teenager. "Um, pardon my French." "No matter," she told him. "They really don't hurt that bad once you practice enough." "Once you get used to them the headaches and such aren't that bad. Annoying but not that bad. Granted I've only used telekinesis. But as for the swords, that's new to me...wait do I get a sword?" This guy and his questions. She had turned to face the pair of them. She tied the cord back around her wrist and gave Samuel a look. Scathing. "So I'd assume that everyone else some alternate name and alternate power of some sort?" Brandon finally asked when it seemed like Officer Malone was done with his interrogation. She nodded. "Yes. Everyone gets a sword. Both of yours are kept safely secured in a storage unit downtown. And yes Brandon, everyone has a second name and some sort of special power. Hana is short for Xathanael. It means The Hidden One. Which is why unlike everyone else, I can still use my glamour to conceal myself. The brute behind me is Samuel. He's the Dark Angel Abaddon. The Angel of Destruction. You are Barachiel -- The Archangel of Lightning. This little device right here," she tapped the compass hanging from her bruised neck, "Was given to me by Gabriel. It tells me when other angels are near. That's how I could immediately tell that you were what you are. Then, once you came closer, I could see who you are. I haven't lost my sight, so I'm able to easily identify each and every one of you." She patted Sam's knee and looked up at the Officer. "Sam here has been naughty, so he's on time out. Officer Malone, I believe it's time you told me what it is they asked you to do. I'll have you know, that if you've come to kidnap Azazel as well, I won't let you leave here as you came." She shot Sam a look beside her and grinned cheerfully, even being as tired as she was. Talking as if he were a child. She was so funny. "Please take a seat. We need help, but I'm not a fan of betrayers." Sam chuckled a little bit. "What... So Chicken Wings went to see him too, huh?" He kept laughing. "A cop... working for those guys. Oh that's rich!" The thought of it made him laugh. A person who is supposed to be a goody two-shoes on the same side as a person who had been sitting in prison. What a laugh riot! "Let me just tell you though: Taking the girl will end badly for you." He shot a smug look at the woman before looking back at the Officer. "There are two people here who could completely and utterly destroy your ass if you even tried. Well, three if you count me." Sam coughed a little bit from all of the laughing he had been doing. "Just look at how I ended up." He smiled weakly as he leaned back against the wall. The cord was a little tight, though he liked the feeling of it.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 23 - 2/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England The woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "Samuel, this is Brandon and Officer Malone," she replied curtly. That kind of answers his question. Kind of. It doesn't help much, since it was just names. She was in no mood for this behavior. "Samuel!" She snapped. Her blue eyes were piercing as they bore directly into his. "If you were too blind to see, we were in the middle of a conversation. It's rude to interrupt," she chided him. "If you must know, I wasn't going to let you be proven right. Last night you said all of your life cycles end in horrific death. I wanted to show you it doesn't have to be that way. You just need a bit of compassion. Plus, I see it this way: Now we're even. My neck for your shoulder." She pointed to the ring of dark bruises around her throat. He let out a dismissive grunt. "Now if you don't mind..." She pressed the towel soaked in peroxide firmly against his open wound. Sam yelped in pain from the sudden, powerful stinging in his shoulder. "How is your head? I must have struck it pretty hard." She asked him softly. Her tone was more tender and caring now. How laughable. "You'd have to cut my head off to keep me down, woman," he said with a smug tone in his voice. His voice was still weak. Her back was still to the newcomers. She continued to tend to his wounds while she began to speak. "Brandon, what you witnessed last night was a battle of fallen angels. I'm not going to sugar coat it. You are one too. Barachiel. In time the name will become familiar to you. The invisibility power is one of my specialties. That's why you could only see me doing it. As fallen angels our powers are very weak, but i am able to do it because it is my strength. We all have those 'magic swords.' " She leaned over Sam, her hair falling off her shoulders and brushing against him. The woman smeared some salve over the wound and began to bandage it up. It hurt for a little bit as she bandaged it. She tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear and sighed. He thought about what she said. Compassion, huh? What a load. How would that change how I die? All of his dreams pretty much told him that he ended up dead through some horrific end. How could compassion change that? It didn't matter. He just leaned back against the wall and sat there to see what would happen next.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 23 - 2/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England He slowly opened his eyes. Pain shot through his entire body, coming from his shoulder. That's right, that woman had stabbed him in the shoulder and knocked him out. And now he was tied up, slumped over in a corner of the room. His breathing was a little ragged as his head hung down. After opening his tired eyes, he lifted his head slightly to look in front of him. That woman had decided to take a seat in front of him, doing whatever the hell it was she was doing. However, he noticed that there were other people in the room. Strangers that had somehow gotten in. That woman must've let 'em in. More angels? Great... "Who the fuck are you?" Sam spoke weakly, somewhat in a daze. His head was spinning a little, but for the most part, he was fine. Minus the wound in his shoulder. In any case, he tried to figure out what reason there could be for them to even be in this place. The pain prevented any such progress. Although he did enjoy the feeling of pain, it didn't let him concentrate on anything else. He tried to ignore the woman sitting in front of him, but he couldn't ignore her when she was right in front of him. "And what the fuck do you want? Why didn't you just kill me? Are you..." He paused for a little bit. "Do you still think there is good in me?" A pained look was on his face. It hurt for him to even say that much. He sighed. "Just... Just stop already..."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Hay Sun took a step forward, "Alright Paco, I think that's good enough." she told him, "C'mon let the kid go, she stays with us. What is it with you anyway? I'll say this once, let her go. Or I'll kill you. It's late, and all we wanna do is sleep in one piece. Is that too much to ask?" She laughed tiredly, "I mean, come on, you don't really think that you can't control yourself? That's a psychosomatic thing, you're just talking yourself into thinking you can't control it." Hay Sun took another step forward, sliding behind Sam and grabbing Blanc's arm herself, pulling her to the side, "I don't know what else to say to you, man, but if you need a reality check, I'm more than willing to beat one into your ass." She summoned her metal bat to show she was serious. All he did was start to laugh, progressively getting louder. "Psychosomatic, what a word. I don't suppose you remember all of those times I died, do you? And how each and every one of them was gruesome? Did you know that those memories plague my dreams?" He smiled his psychotic smile. "How interesting. You think you can beat me into submission. Me, the most powerful one of the group. I'd love to see that, but I really don't think we have the time for that." He had pulled his wand out and transformed it. This time, something was different. His blade gave off a faint red glow. A similar glow covered his hand and forearm. He had instinctively channeled his anger into his sword. He licked his lips, wiping off some of the blood that still stained his face. "You're free to come at me if you like. Just see what will happen." The joy he was getting from the sheer thought of fighting again was clear on his face. He firmly held on to Whitey, intent on not letting her go.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England "Sam!" Red had shrieked, though Cassandra dodged it with no problems. He put his leg back down as Cassandra reached for Joslyn. All of a sudden, Red appeared in front of him with her sword pressed against his chest. He had let go of Cassandra's sword and looked right into Red's eyes. "Why?" she asked. "You asked me why I would give you that option, but the better question is, why do you feel this is the only way you can live?" She dug the tip of her blade in, stepping in front of Cassandra. "You have options. Why do you feel restricted to this one path? Danel didn't make you take an oath, did he? You're not forced to do this. You can be different." He just kept looking into her eyes, rage welling up. She had no idea what she was talking about. She had no idea just what was going on in his head. Red gripped the hilt of her sword tighter. Her face was pale and a dark purple hand print ringed her throat. Her breathing was heavy and she pressed her lips into a hard line. Her brow furrowed in concentration. "Samuel," she pleaded. Sam sighed. "You just don't get it, do you? You don't understand what it's like to have an urge to destroy everything in front of you. To have such an overwhelming tendency to break things. Unwillingly succumbing to those urges and hurting everyone around you." He tightly clenched his fist, causing even more blood to flow out. "You keep telling me I have options, but everyone of those options leads to the same end: A horrific death. So why should I choose a different option? I can't suppress the itch. It doesn't go away anymore. So if things keep going like this, I will break something... or someone..." Sam's voice trembled with rage. "And you know what? I'll probably end up enjoying it, because I love the thrill of breaking things. Destroying things with my own two hands, it's exhilarating." He let out an unsure laughter. Sam started to back away from them with Joslyn. "I'll say this once. Stay. Away. Or I will kill you."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Sam felt a kick to the back of his knees. "Good little girls don't let kidnappings happen, shithead." He felt the blade on the back of his neck. The sound of chuckling filled the air. Suddenly, Red burst out from the other room. "Samuel!" She called out in a commanding voice. Red coughed and wheezed afterwards. He looked at her with a serious look in his face. "Stop. Don't do this. You're better than this Samuel." She slowly started to approach him. "You could have killed me, but here I am. You didn't stab me with that knife like you were told to. There is good in you Abaddon." Right. There was good in him. How laughable. Destructive powers being used for positive ends. How ridiculous. "I think you and I both know that isn't true. Even if I've tried before, a guy like me could never be good." The look in his eyes was solemn. Maybe somewhere deep down, he wanted to believe that he was good. To believe that he could be better than what he was. But he couldn't stop himself from choking her out. He couldn't stop himself from harming her. That was proof enough for him that he couldn't be good. Not ever. "And didn't I tell you?" He grabbed the blade with his free hand without turning around. His grip on the blade tightened as he turned around to face her, blood dripping from his hand. "Anything you do is pretty much useless. What part of that didn't you understand?" He wasn't about to let her stop him. "Well, I guess you're into getting punished, aren't you?" Sam stepped forward. "If that's the case, here's your punishment!" He lifted his leg and kicked at Cassandra's stomach with full force. At this point, he didn't care what happened now.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England After the crazy teenagers had escaped, Sam just stood there, taking in the sight of the bodies that lay before him. He let out a contented sigh as his sword reverted to its wand form. "That was fun." There was nobody in particular that he was talking to. Sam was covered with the blood that flew as he had more than his fair share of fun. This was definitely the most enjoyment he had gotten in a long while. A lot more fun than beating up other inmates, that was for sure. His blood lust had subsided for now, and he just stood in the middle of the gore, not really sure what to do. A twisted smile lingered on his face. Then he remembered that he had to kidnap the white haired girl. "Ah, right. There's that." He put the wand back into his pocket and walked towards the motel room the girls were staying in. Something had awakened in him that hadn't been there before. Succumbing to his blood lust definitely had its effect on his mind. Before, there was an itch that would come every once in a while. It would come and go, as if on a whim. Sometimes, this itch would come and he had to satisfy it in anyway possible. But it would completely go away whenever he did and it would stay away for a good amount of time. Now, the itch was constantly there. Even though he had just satisfied it, it remained there, ever so small. He cracked his neck as he wiped away some of the blood that coated his face. As soon as he got to the door of the motel, he knocked on it rhythmically five times before kicking it down and walking in anyway. "Hello there~," he said with a sing-songy tone. Cassandra was standing there in the room, but he didn't pay her much mind. He just went straight for Joslyn, who was incredibly still asleep. Sam poked her cheek a couple of times. "Hellooooooooo~ Anybody in there?" There wasn't a response. She was still sleeping. "Huh... Well whatever. Makes this a whole lot easier for me." He lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Don't try anything stupid against me. Anything you do is pretty much useless. Useless, useless, useless." He told Cassandra. "So you be a good little girl and just, I don't know, do whatever the hell it is good little girls do. I don't care, just don't get in my way." Sam waltzed out of the room with Joslyn in hand. Chicken Wings better show up soon, otherwise his precious cargo won't be in the best condition when he does get here. Plus, I need to give him a piece of my mind. Maybe a foot or two up his ass.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 6 - 1/4 | DATE: December 26, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen) "A very hungover morning." Sophie tapped the seat next to her, signaling Freddie to sit next to her. He took his seat as Lucas asked if he wanted coffee or ginger ale. "Coffee would be nice, thank you." "I prefer not to touch base on... last night." She ran her hand through his hair, the same way he did to her last night. Well, at least she wouldn't follow up on that question. That was a HUGE relief. He relaxed more after she said that. "Alright then. If you insist." He sipped at the coffee Lucas had placed in front of him. Oooh, that hit the spot. It was especially good since it was a cold morning. Freddie mixed in about 3 spoonfuls of sugar and a little bit of milk to make it more to his liking. "Breakfast is nearly ready, Nico." Awesome. At the mention of breakfast, Freddie's stomach growled a little bit. He didn't exactly have anything to eat the night before. All he had was the alcohol, not a suitable substitute for some good food. The smell of the food was intoxicating. He couldn't wait to dig in.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 6 - 1/4 | DATE: December 26, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen) An exasperated moan sounded as Freddie tried to force himself upright. He sat up and rubbed his eyes a little, an uncomfortable sensation filled his head. Probably from all of the booze last night. It wasn't exactly a hangover, but he just felt a little off, something a little bit of food could easily fix. He stood up and walked out of the room he slept in. Since he hadn't been too wasted the night before, he could remember things from last night clearly. One thing that stuck out like a sore thumb was the question Sophie asked him and his response. God, he really hoped she wouldn't ask him about it. He had absolutely no idea what to tell her if she did follow up on it, but he could think of something... hopefully. He wandered about the large house for a while. Freddie hadn't been here enough to be familiar with all of the pathways in it. It sucked being lost in another person's house and they are nowhere to be found. Especially since this other person was a good friend. Aaaaah... What the hell? Still, this was a suitable place for parties since it could hold a crap ton of people all at once. Plus this place is pretty stocked with booze and food, so that wouldn't run out for a long while. Still, it was a maze for people who don't walk around it everyday. Eventually, he found himself near the kitchen. Being the servant that he was, Lucas had been making breakfast for the party people. It was a large order to fill, considering how many people were already gathered there. He was fairly certain there were more people still, but he didn't know for sure. At any rate, he cracked his neck a little bit and twisted his upper body to crack his spine and walked towards the gaggle of people in the kitchen. "What's up, people?" He looked at Sophie and made eye contact with her for a little bit before looking away in embarrassment. He REALLY hoped that she wouldn't follow up that question.
1 Samuel Riviera DAY: 22 - 2/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England With all of the craziness going on, Sam just kept slaughtering the oncoming teens as though he were picking flowers. It was definitely a sight to behold, with limbs and heads flying all over. However, one had managed to latch itself onto his leg. He shook his leg in a futile attempt to get it off. "Watch your back, dumbass," Hay Sun called out as she parried around him and tackled the zombie-thing, thrusting a fiery fist into its face. He only chuckled and continued to cut up the zombie-things. Sam didn't really care to answer her, he was having way too much fun to interrupt it with idle chatter. "Oy, what the fuck is up with that?" She asked with force, pointing at Red. "What'd you do to her?" "Hmm~?" Sam looked over his shoulder while fending off a few more of the zombies. "Oh, that. Well, simply put, I just choked a bitch." He put his attention back on the zombies. "Good enough answer for ya'?" Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two zombies heading for the door to the girl's room. "Oh, don't think you're getting away!" Sam made a mad dash for them, prepping his sword for cutting shit into tiny, little ribbons. As soon as he got to them he cleanly cut off both of their heads. Despite the fact that their heads were now gone, he slashed up the bodies a few more times just because he could. Afterwards he went back to the main horde and dismembered even more. The feeling that flowed through his body was so intoxicating. It was just the greatest. He wished it would last forever. But he knew that, unfortunately, it would have to end eventually.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 5 - 4/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Bedroom) Several drinks later, Freddie and Sophie had been talking for a good while. They had been sitting together in the kitchen, chattering away and knocking back a few drinks. It was a good time. Time seemed to be passing by quickly. Seemingly out of nowhere, Sophie sighed. "Freddie, walk with me" She had already grabbed a new drink and latched onto his arm. "Wait, what?" "I need to walk" Before he could say anything else, Sophie had already dragged him out of his seat. He reached for his drink before they went off to walk about her large house. They walked about the house haphazardly, talking about the play and the most randomly bizarre assortment of topics. During their talk, they somehow linked supernovas to Indian cuisine, volcanoes to bacteria and fish. It was all over the place, and Sophie threw in random foreign words from various different languages. He had no idea what the fuck what was going on, but he did know that they were drunk, so he could excuse it. "You've got a nice fucking floor, Sophiera." Some guy lay on the floor, passed out. Then, almost out of nowhere, Lucas showed up next to him. Was he some kinda ninja or something? How the hell did he do that? "Lucas, I want him in my b-" Sophie stopped mid-sentence as she looked at Lucas's blank face. She let out another sigh. "Fine, drag him off to a bedroom." Complying with her command, Lucas lifted the passed out dude over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took him to one of the bedrooms. Ha. Like a sack of potatoes. Freddie took another swig from his drink as Sophie dragged him along on this walk she wanted to take. "Freddie, I'm going to be perfectly honest right now," She started as they got to the freezing pool. "I am tempted to drag you off to my room so that we can have sex, but then Lucas would tan both our hides and neither of us would be happy in the morning. I hate being drunk." Well, that certainly came out of nowhere. He just accredited that to her drunken state. Still, he didn't know exactly what to say. All he could really do was take a swig of his drink, the same as Sophie did. "Are you going to stay the night?" He had planned on it, what with his toothbrush and toothpaste in his car and all. She dragged him from the pool area into the library and some back stairs. Before he could get out two words, Sophie said, "Don't answer that, of course you are. No, no rejections, I won't have it." She brought him to the room he would be sleeping in. Freddie put his empty glass on a night stand next to his bed and went to lay down in the room's bed. He lay down next to Sophie, who had for whatever reason decided to lay down in his bed. Suddenly, she piped up, "Freddie, do you have anyone you like...?" Yup. That was probably the alcohol talking. He considered telling her that he liked her, but he didn't want to do anything too stupid. Even though he was drunk, he was still clear-headed enough to consider this. Freddie let out a little chuckle, "Maybe, maybe not." He playfully tousled Sophie's hair as tiredness weighed down his eyelids. He was pretty sleepy, and he had no idea what time it was, but it had to be pretty late. Or, was it early? Whatever. Point is, he was sleepy. "Aaah... Tell you what, if you're still curious about it tomorrow, I'll tell you then..." Fatigue filled his voice as he closed his eyes with his hands still in her hair, drifting off to sleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 21 - 4/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London England Sam butchered the two teenagers with ease. However, even though they were pretty much dead and dealt with, he continued to slash at their bodies, gleefully striking at them, mutilating their already dead bodies. He got so much joy from slashing up their bodies, so much pleasure from it that it was almost orgasmic. Demented laughter came from him as he stood over what used to be two teenage bodies. His laughter became louder as he put his hand up to his face. "This... This is..." He hunched forward. "THIS IS THE GREATEST HIGH!" Sam laughed even more as he arched his back. Even more zombie like teenagers had shown up. At that moment, he walked towards them dragging his sword along once again. He knew that this wouldn't end pretty for them. He knew that what was about to happen was pure, unadulterated carnage. The thought was titillating. The thrill of killing. Of rending flesh. Of blood splattering all over. It excited him. "I feel like a kid in a candy store~!" Sam swung his sword into one of the other teenagers coming at him. He had briefly wondered where they came from, but then decided that it didn't matter. As long as he got to cut more things up and let his blood-lust run free it didn't matter to him.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 5 - 4/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen) "Jealous, Freddie?" "Ha. Not gonna lie, a little bit," Freddie quipped as he followed Sophie into the house. It was true, he was a little jealous of Lucas that he got to have sex with her. He always thought that Sophie was a bit of a cutie. Although they were friends, and things might get weird if they did do it. He definitely didn't want to ruin his relationship with Sophie. "What was it, some kind of traffic jam? Perhaps a car wreck?" Sophie had cleared her throat a bit before asking. He wasn't really sure what had happened. He had been rushing when traffic finally decided to let up, so he had no idea what exactly happened. All he knew was that there was traffic. A whole lot of it. Since he was already late to the party, he couldn't waste any time rubbernecking and just high tailed it out of there before he could get a proper look. "I think so. Not too sure, since I rushed out of there." They got to the kitchen as he finished talking. When they got there, Sophie asked Lucas to make her a Long Island Iced Tea. After a bit of silence, Freddie asked him for a Scotch on the Rocks. He had some catching up to do, since he had no idea how many drinks Sophie had had up until that point. Though when Lucas finished making the drink, he knew it was whatever that number was plus one more. He set the drink down in front of her. "It seems there has been a car wreck not to far from here, Nico." Well. That answered the mystery of the cause of the traffic. A car wreck. He noticed that Sophie was looking at him. No idea what for, but she was looking at him. Freddie sipped at his drink as he tried to think of something to say. I mean, what could he say? Maybe he could just go about his usual pleasantries. Ask her how she's been, or if she's met any new people. He wasn't sure if he should though, since she was pretty wasted. Maybe he could ask how the sex with Lucas was? No. No way in hell. Just, just no. He quickly banished that thought from his mind. Another sip of his drink. He had a bunch of time since he would be staying for the night. "I will be back" Lucas just up and left the two of them alone in the kitchen. How long had he known Sophie for? He really had no idea, just that she knew him a lot longer than Freddie. Maybe there was something that happened when they were kids and they've close ever since. Yeah, maybe something like that. Wait, why was he even thinking about that? Whatever. He finally started chatting with Sophie about various topics. It wasn't going anywhere in particular, but he figured since they were alone they should talk. He didn't want to have an awkward silence between them, that was for certain. After chatting for sometime, not too sure how long, Lucas came back. "You were gone too long." Freddie noticed a smile on his face. He really cared for Sophie, that much was obvious. "What did you do? Check on the others?" There were minors in the house. They probably had a couple drinks as well. Maybe they did something else together. Ha. Maybe they did what Lucas and Sophie did. Ha ha. Fuck, was he really that jealous about that?
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 5 - 3/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House After waiting at the door for a little bit, the door opened. When it was fully opened, Lucas was standing at the other side of it. Freddie was about to say hi to Lucas when Sophie popped out from behind him. She was dressed very lazily, only wearing a tank top, underwear, and a large dark teal cardigan. There was a scowl on her face. That wasn't surprising, all things considered. She marched right up to Freddie and poked him in the chest,"You're late."Sophie was wasted, that was immediately clear to him."You're lucky I don't hate you, otherwise I would have Lucas throw you into the pool and lock you in there."That really was lucky, especially in this freezing weather. He definitely did not want to end up a Freddie Popsicle. "Well, I really am sorry I'm late. Didn't choose to be late though. Traffic was horrible, y'know?" He shrugged his shoulders as he talked to them. It was the truth, though he didn't know why he was trying to reason with a drunk person. He was really curious why she was dressed so lazily though. He knew she was wearing a dress earlier. Freddie looked at Lucas and Sophie closely and saw a bite mark on Lucas's shoulder. A wry smile crawled across his face."You guys totally fucked, didn't you?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 21 - 4/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England "Aba ... uhn ..." she choked out. Red sucked air, but it wouldn't reach her lungs. Her throat constricted. Her face turned pink and tears streaked down her face. Sam hadn't used the knife yet, but it was still in his hand. "Sah..." Red fumbled at her back, reaching for something, but she couldn't grip it. Her hand fell limp. Tears poured out as her head lulled to the side and she went limp. Everything around him seemed to fade away, and all he could concentrate on was the limp girl he held by the neck. Tears continued to fall down his cheeks as he looked at her. He still hadn't even moved the knife. He just held her there until... "Sam! Look out!" The girl from outside the door called out to them. Reality came back and Sam looked over to what looked like two teenage girls coming towards them. Demolish! Yeah, I agree... Rip them asunder! I'll tear them to shreds! "OY !" Hay Sun had called out to them. After hearing that, he dropped Red onto the hood of her car. The tears had stopped. A psychotic smile crept across his face. He put the black knife away and pulled out his wand and it transformed in his hand. Slowly, he walked towards the oncoming pair dragging the tip of his blade along the ground. His head was cocked to the side. "Sooooo~ You wanna play, huh~?" Sam started to chuckle. "THEN LET'S PLAY!" He swung his sword at them with as much force as he could muster. The force of the upswing sent out a rush of wind at them.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 5 - 3/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House After the play, Freddie had gone home to pick up somethings from his bathroom. Sophie had invited him to her house for the after party. It was nice of her to include him in the activities, all things considered. He had nothing to do with the play other than buying a ticket and watching. Whatever. It'd be fun to have a party. All he got from his bathroom was his toothbrush and some toothpaste. He definitely didn't want to bring Aria since there would be alcohol there. Freddie + Aria + Drunk People = No fun at all. Unfortunately, on his way to her house, there was massive traffic. Something had happened somewhere and it was affecting him. He sat in traffic for hours on end. It was a nightmare. Sitting there, waiting to move, even an inch. He had nothing to do since he left Aria at home. With boredom rearing its ugly head, he turned on the radio. Luckily, the station he tuned to was playing AC/DC songs the whole day. That would keep the boredom away for a while. The hours passed, and he had barely gone a couple of miles from where he was before. He started to slowly bang his head against the steering wheel of his car. Freddie looked at his watch to check the time. 12:49 already. "Aaaaaah, I am so fucking late, already. She is gonna kill me." Sophie wasn't one to tolerate people being late. He knew that for sure. Even more time had passed and the traffic had finally let up. About fucking time, too. It was almost 1:39 already. He rushed to Sophie's house as fast as he could. He didn't know for sure if there was anything he could do to make it up to her, but he sure as hell had to do something. Against all odds, Freddie finally found his way over to her house. Granted, it was a little past two already. "I am so dead." He quickly parked his car in a nearby, empty space and made his way to the door. He rang the doorbell, hoping nothing too major had happened while he was stuck in traffic. Still, he prepared himself for the worst from Sophie.
4 Samuel Riviera DAY: 21 - 3/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England Red stared down at the knife. "You are the Angel of Destruction, Samuel. It is in your nature to break things. You can't help it." She spoke to the knife. Her gaze flicked up to his and she smiled. " That doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Destruction can be used in a positive way. It doesn't have to be bad." She set her hand lightly on top of his hand holding the knife. " You don't have to do it. You don't have to give into that desire to destroy. You can be better than you were before, or you can stab me with this knife." She let go. Her fingers tingled where the contact left her skin. She slid farther back on the hood of the car, putting a bit more space between the two of them. "What's it going to be Samuel?" She asked softly. His blood began to boil when she asked him that. "Don't..." He took another step forward. "Don't you dare..." The urge to destroy became that much more powerful and that much more irresistible when she asked him that. "Don't you dare... to ask me that..." Sam looked directly into her eyes, rage burning within them. "Don't you dare... to ask me that... woman..." His vision started to blur a bit. Destroy. What? Eradicate. No. Stop. Annihilate. Shut up. Stop it. No. Murder! STOP DAMMIT! He was unaware that the entire time, he was walking up to her and wrapped his hand firmly around her neck. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he began to lift her up. He just held her by the throat, not moving the knife in the slightest. "Why? Just... Why? Why did you have to say that?"
