9 Samuel Riviera DAY: 21 - 3/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England Red stayed silent for a few long minutes. Her gaze shifted back to the parking lot. "Why are you telling me this?" she said without looking up. Her voice was empty and hollow. "If you are only coming clean because of what I just told you, then ... then ... you shouldn't let it get to you so much. We rarely got along before Rome, and afterwards there was a great deal of despise between us Abaddon. You all forget everything for a reason. Sometimes I envy that. I'm punished by living through these countless lives remembering every detail of this eternity and watching as you all live your lives care free and forget who I am cycle after cycle. It's less painful that way. In time you will all forget this even happened. You'll grow up hearing reports occasionally about the strange events that have been taking place lately, but you won't remember ever living through it." She clutched the compass. Her head lifted and blue eyes met silver. "Did Danel explain to you what is so special about that knife? He didn't, did he?" Her eyes were glossy. "He di-" but before he could get any more than that out, she had already started talking again. "If you're telling me all of this, then I think that you've already made your decision. Why else would you come clean? Unless -- hah! That would be funny in a cruel sense. -- you want to come clean, to free your conscience, right before you stab me with that knife." She cocked her head and waited. He remained silent. "Well? If you're going to try to do it, then you should just get it over with Samuel. How nice of me to return your sword to you in time for this. Do you have it on you?" There was a soft, fond smile that seemed to creep across her face. Hana lowered her legs so that they dangled off the front of the car and rested her palms face down flat on the hood. He sighed again. "I... I do..." Sam didn't even bother to pull it out. Something started to well up in him. He took a step forward. "I... I just... I don't..." What the hell was he doing? His body was moving, ever so slowly, towards her. "Just... I'm so conflicted. I don't even know..." That feeling that began to well up became even stronger. It was familiar to him. Very familiar. It was the same urge that he kept getting in prison. The urge to destroy or hurt something. Anything. He tried to keep himself back, not wanting to do something he would regret. Sam just stood there in front of Red holding the knife. An angry grunt left him as he clenched the knife tightly in his hand. "Why? Why do I feel like this?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 21 - 3/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England Red glanced up at him, blue eyes sparkling. Her face flushed slightly. She picked awkwardly at her fingernails and stared down at the parking lot. "We were friends. Just as we were with most everyone else." Friends. Was that really true? Him giving her the sword didn't have any deeper meaning than that? Red bit down on her bottom lip and exhaled deeply. Her eyes flicked up at him then back down to the ground. "Truth: there was a time, once, many years ago, where things were different between us. But not since then. Right before you died, you asked me to hold onto your sword. So I kept it safe and then eventually locked it away like all the others." Red couldn't seem to make herself face Sam. She had never thought she would be talking about this. He sighed and let his shoulders droop down. "I see..." Sam scratched his head before shoving it back into his pocket. "The reason I ask is... well..." He wasn't exactly certain what to say now. There were things swirling around in his head that he could say, but he wasn't sure which of those things to say. Sam sighed again before speaking. "Okay. When we met up for the first time, you asked me how I got out of prison. Someone else came to me. Someone else with wings. He told me about you and your little white haired friend." He took out the black knife from his pocket and openly displayed it to her. "This guy told me to kill you using this and kidnap your friend in exchange for freeing me. And to be honest, I've been serious about killing you. I've always tried to be a man of my word, doing what I said I would do because that's the only thing I've got to my name." Sam let out yet another sigh. "Aaah... At least, I've tried. Now I'm not so sure." He looked right at Red, clenching the knife in his hand. "I have no idea what I should do..." His gaze shifted from her to the knife. He needed to decide if he was going to go through with it or not, and yet he couldn't make a clear cut decision. If this had happened earlier, he would've cut her down without a doubt. Unfortunately for him, doubt had taken root in his mind. What should he do?
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Auditorium It was Christmas morning. Freddie had gotten out of bed in his usual sloth-like manner. He trudged through his room, which was littered with wires, comic books, and various, assorted electronics. The cold winter morning got to him, making him put on his bathrobe over his pajamas to make himself feel even warmer. Just as he was about to exit the doorway, he stopped and turned around. He looked at his prized guitar which was standing in a corner of the room. "Morning, Aria." Quickly, he went to the kitchen to make his own breakfast. Eggs sunny side up with a side of bacon and buttered toast. Nothing too fancy or extravagant. He went to his couch and plopped himself in front of his TV. Placing his plate on the small table in front of him, he turned on the television and flipped through the channels to see if anything good was on. As he expected, nothing. Nothing but Christmas specials and the like, a fact that irritated him to no end. Freddie wasn't very big on Christmas ever since he grew up. He took a couple bites of his food and changed the channel to one of the Christmas specials. It was better than eating in silence. At Fortissimo University, after purchasing his ticket from the box office, he went into the auditorium jam packed with people. He hadn't seen that many people in this auditorium before. It was pretty crazy. He looked around for some empty seats and spotted one near the aisle. Not an ideal place to sit, but it was good enough, all things considered. He sat down and pulled out the pamphlet he had been given. The Girl in Watercolors. Interesting name for a musical. He was really curious to see what it was about. He looked through the pamphlet as he waited for it to begin. Soon enough someone got on stage, wearing a pirate hat and eye patch, and began to introduce the musical. That was one chill teacher if he ever saw one.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 21 - 2/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England Red opened the door after a little while. "What's up?" She asked him. Red reached down the front of her sweater and pulled the compass out so that it rested over her clothes. She shot him a smile, though his face was locked into a frown. This was a situation with lives at stake, there was nothing for him to smile about. He needed to make his decision, and he had hoped talking it out might help him. Although... he was worried his bloodlust might cause him to attack her. He had the knife and his sword with him. Something was going to happen, that was for sure. Before he could say something, Red had started talking to the girl standing next to the door. "Cassandra, if you want to talk or something later, I'm here. You look like you've been having a struggle with everything." She pressed her lips together and smiled sadly. "You don't - you don't have to stay, if you don't want." "I am still trying to absorb what is going on... disaster seems to be following me everywhere anyway... I'd rather be near someone who at least knows what is going on..." Red nodded. She mashed her lips together. "Things are always easier when you have someone that can relate." Cassandra shut off her music and put her phone back into her bag and continued, "I don't know if you are scared or not, but I think it is pretty bad that I am expecting something bad to happen... and I'd have to take an airplane back home if I wanted to go home now..." Cassandra shook, then spoke, "Take me anywhere in the world but knock me out before you take me anywhere near one of those ever again..." "I can definitely say that I'm scared as well. I've just been doing whatever I can to keep from showing it." Her hand subconsciously moved to the compass and held the device firmly between her fingers. A small smile crossed her lips. Sam clenched his hand into a fist. "And I'll keep that in mind. I'm glad you're here with us Cassandra, even if I am forced to knock you out every time we travel." Her blue eyes flicked to Sam and she scowled. "We'll talk some more later," she told Cassandra. Her hand moved to Sam's elbow and she directed him away from the room. "So?" She started. Red stopped by her car and sat down on the hood. She pulled her legs up and crossed her arms over her knees, leaning forward. "What did you want to talk about?" "Yeah... There are a few things I want to talk about." He kept his hands in his pocket, holding the knife hidden inside tightly. "First, I want to know, just what are- or rather, were we to each other?" He had to have given her the sword in his other pocket. That was the only explanation for how she had it. So he had to know, what the hell were they to each other. He didn't know why, but he wanted to know. There were a lot of things he wanted to know, but that was the first thing that popped into his head.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 21 - 1/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Sam hadn't gotten much sleep last night. His mind had been tearing itself apart trying to figure what to do. Keep his word or defy Chicken Wings and his boss? This was a decision he couldn't make lightly. One would have him fighting for other humans, and the other would have him fight against these guys. He hadn't exactly gotten close to anyone in particular save for Hay Sun and little Red. He had opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. Sam pulled out the black knife that Chicken Wings had given him. He played with it as he rose up from bed. On top of the knife, he had also gotten his sword back. The thing that made him start to second guess himself. What would he do? What could he do? He stood up and put on the clothes that he had with him. There was something that he had to do, that's for sure: He needed to make a decision. Today is the last day of the deadline that Chicken Wings gave to him, so something had to happen. If he were to keep up his word, that would mean he would have to kill Red and kidnap White. But if he decided to defy them, break his word, then he would end up fighting Chicken Wings and his group, who possibly have more manpower than they do. It's unfortunate, but it looks like the odds are weighing against Red. He would have to, at the very least, talk to her. Sam walked out of the motel room and headed over to the one Red and the girls were in. There was a girl standing next to the door. She was the one from New York. Umm... I don't think I've actually learned her name... He didn't really pay her much mind though, he didn't even offer a friendly greeting.Just as he was about to knock on the door, Oh wait... She has a name she likes to be called... umm... He tried to remember the name she preferred before knocking on the door. However, after thinking about it and continually drawing blanks, he knocked anyways. "Red. I need to talk to you..." It wouldn't be a good idea to talk to her about this in front of a motel, they would have to find a place a little more abandoned. Things would definitely get interesting.
With the sound of those familiar, titanic footsteps, they dashed into the seventh room of the hallway. They chomped down on the candies before rushing into the door. It was starting to go from bad to worse, but hopefully the candy would save them.
To their surprise, the kid watching TV was Jonathan, Julius's brother. Well, they really did look alike. At any rate, after getting Jonathan, they raced out of the door and went to the eighth door in the hallway. This room would prove to be the most difficult, because there were puppies that could act like unintentional alarms to the scientist. How would they be able to get the candies from the room without attracting the attention of the scientists and the puppies? The answer to their problem was rather close at hand, actually. Cane had simply walked in and distracted the scientists. This gave them the perfect opportunity to grab the candies that had been thrown on the floor for the puppies. It seemed gross to be picking candies off of the floor, but there was no time to worry about that. Lives were pretty much at stake here. So he grabbed as many candies as he could that weren't being eaten by the puppies before getting the hell out of that room. This is how we roll, son. Because skype ain't got sh it on me!
After dashing out of the fourth door, they headed for the sixth one. The room that had the television playing JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. With all of the fabulous poses and what not. They went into the door and were confronted by the brown haired boy watching the TV. He looked like someone, just a little bit. Someone they had seen fairly recently. Who? This was starting to become complete and utter bullspit.
Freddie, alongside Lucas, ran towards the fourth door in the hallway. He waited for Lucas to open the door with the access key that they had. After having done so, they rushed into the mostly empty room and they grabbed the silver necklace that was inside. There wasn't much else to do in there, so they just ran out of there like nobodies business. Holla at yo boy.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 20 - 4/4 | DATE: October 11th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Little Red brought them all back to the motel in separate groups due to the size of her car. He ended up getting in the first group of people to be brought to the motel. Truth is, he wanted to be in his room as quickly as possible, so he forced his way into the car for the first group. He needed a lot of time to think. A lot of time. There were things he needed to consider, especially about his deal with Chicken Wings. After getting back to the motel, he went into his room and lay on the bed dazed. What do I do... What the hell do I do? He was extremely conflicted. The wand that he held in his hand now was given to him by little Red, who had received it from him a long, long time ago. He had given it to her for her to remember him by. No... no no no no... This isn't good... I've tried my whole life to be a man of my word... but... Sam was honestly considering not keeping up his end of the bargain now. He was getting sentimental. He needed to decide tomorrow, his deadline. With so much going on in his head, he went to sleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 20 - 4/4 | DATE: October 11th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England Joslyn had gone back to the motel with Hana in the second group. She had no idea what to do with her wand-like thing that she got. But it doesn't matter. She went to the bed and climbed into it. There was nothing else she had to do in particular. So with nothing else in mind, she slowly attempted to fall asleep.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 5 - 2/3 | DATE: March Whatever, 2016 | LOCATION: Underground Vaults Freddie was on all fours on the ground, huffing and wheezing. As he tried to catch his breath, he squeezed out a couple of words in between gulps, "Yellow... mist... puppies... candies... JoJo's Bizarre Adventure..." After regaining his breath properly, he stood up and cleared his throat. He let out a breath again before speaking more clearly. "Alright you guys, there is some seriously fucked up things going on in there. We saw a kid struggling for his life before getting injected with some kind of fluid." He took another breath of air to stop himself from focusing on that one thing. There were other things that were important as well. "We also saw a room getting filled with some kind of yellow mist. I don't know if that's important or not, but I thought I'd let you know." Freddie started scratching the back of his head nervously. "We also saw a room with green eyed puppies. They were getting fed the candies, so that probably has something with their eyes. There were also some rooms that we couldn't see into, but it sounded like some seriously fucked up stuff was going on in there." He collected himself again, trying to not collapse onto the floor like a useless heap. There was something else he had to tell the others. "Oh, and before I forget, we need to get the fuck out of here. There is something coming for us, and from the sound of its footsteps, I don't think it is something we should be messing with. So we need to get out of here yesterday." Freddie started breathing again, prepping himself for even more running. Good god, it almost feels like he was being forced to run against his will by some fat guy sitting in front of a screen.
As soon as they got to the tenth door, they all made a mad dash for the are where they came from. They needed to get back to the group to tell them what they saw. He had hoped that his legs wouldn't give out before then. With all of his strength, he ran and ran and ran and ran until his legs felt like cooked noodles. When he got back to the others, he collapsed on the floor in front of them, wheezing and gasping for air. "Holy shit!"
The next door they saw was also taped off with a 'do not enter without authorization' sign on it. However, this one had blood coming out from underneath it. On top of that, there were heavy footsteps. Were the about to come out? That wasn't good. That definitely wasn't good. Freddie continued to run and got passed the door and hid close to it.
The next door was taped off, and had a 'do not enter without authorization' sign on the outside. They could hear muffled screaming coming from the door. Distinctly female. That wasn't good, but they had to keep going. Freddie pressed ever onward and stopped in between the doors. This was starting to get a little irritating, but it seemed like they were almost there.
There were puppies in the next door they passed. However, they all had green eyes. Was the candy that the guy gave them the cause. He could worry about that later. For now, he continued to run and then caught his breath in the next break between doors.
The next room they passed had a young woman just lazing about, chewing on a piece of candy. However, yellow mist soon began to filter into the room. What the hell was that yellow mist? It didn't matter right now. All Freddie had to focus on was getting through the whole hallway. He stopped once again in between doors and tried to steady his breath.
The next room they passed had a television playing a TV show. JoJo's Bizarre Adventure? What the hell was that? It looked like there were fabulous poses all over the place in the show. Freddie considered checking it out, but he had to make it out alive first, so he pushed forward, passed the door. He caught his breath in the space between doors again.
The next window was fogged up, but they could hear inhuman sounds coming from it. They could also hear muffled shouting, though it sounded like it was in another language. Not that it matter much anyhow. Freddie continued down the hallway and stopped in between two doors yet again. He hoped to god that they wouldn't be seen. This was just absolutely awful.
They passed by a seemingly empty room. However, there was a silver necklace that he could see in the room. He didn't know the significance of it, nor did he care at the moment. All he was trying to focus on was getting across the hall. He stopped once again in the space between the doors. Freddie took this chance to catch his breath.
The next room that they passed was a horrible sight to behold. It was of a boy desperately thrashing about, trying his best to get out, only to lose and be injected with some kind of fluid causing him to go still. Freddie had to look away, it was to horrible to bear. He continued to run, and stopped in between doors once again. How much longer would this go on for?
