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'Fraid I can't do that, darlin'. I haven't even finished Dream Drop Distance, but I can explain to you the logic of the Keyblade. My Keyblade, and how it works — a full lesson, free!​

Of course, Nate-sensei!

. . . Is there anything else you need on your desk? Perhaps I could do a little ~ extra credit ~ fufufu.​

You and I can purge the world of furries together, with a rather large and powerful, very passionate thing known as a sex bomb. You'll find it 100x more powerful than any hydrogen or nuclear bomb out there. c;​

We can use a Phoenix Pickle Down to rise my pickle back up. fufufu, it's gonna be a long night, bby. ♥​

Spoiler: HERKA

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1. Perhaps you should quit walking. I have a few other ideas for those feet of yours. Fufufu.

2. You don't, but hopefully it was you, because MMPH, I would love to lay Sherklock. He is one fine babe. You might be able to join us, if it pleases him. ♥

3. I won't allow it. I'm am the outer most rim of the matryoshka. You're inside me forever. ♥ ♥

4. No, because she's actually my lover, and I prefer her over you, currently. Maybe if you became a girl as well, I might consider letting the change happen. c:

5. Sorry, that's my fault, I just can't get enough of your shock of your last life having been a dream. It gets me off, big time. ♥

6. . . . Teehee.

7. herka.​

Dr. Saxima, always here to help. ♥ ♥ ♥​

Forget that silly little anime dog! Why want her, when you can have me — a super kawaii cat who will play with your yarn aaaaall day. ~ u ~​

They're obviously oblivious to how incredibly sexy you are, Yave. You don't need them to feel your vibes . . .

But I might want to. c;​

Get new hands to wipe dat ass because MMPH dat ass is sum hot stuff​

You forget all about your silly husband because they aren't worth it anyway. Come take a walk on the fly side with me, ya dig?​

river flows in u bby — my river that is ♥​

Hmm, that does sound like a problem, Envy. I have an idea. How about both you and I dress up as Xehanort, accept him into our lives, no matter how real, and then become one . . . With each other.​

Well, there are a few different ways, darling, my favorite of which involves certain tools that can also be referred to as toys. I can help you out with that, if you'd like. ♥ ♥ ♥​

You don't. Instead, you decide to change your mind and go after a gal with hot latina blood who loves Sailor Moon. You then proceed to have a threesome with said girls.​

The rest of the night had gone uneventfully, and Quentin spent a bit of time sketching, and finishing off his Frosty. It had been delicious, and worth the night walk.

Deciding not to check the news before bed like he always did ( he knew there would be something about the events that happened at the Bennett home ), Quentin climbed into bed. There was a lot on his mind. It was a wonder he even fell asleep at all.

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I had checked out from the hospital early that day, and decided to leave FATIME there. She would need time alone, for I saw her distressed state before. This had obviously not been in her plans of outcome. I know that if she truly needs me ( I have my feelings that she will ), she will find me. She always does.​

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When I return home, I find that SOPHIE is not present. She has left me a note saying that she would be spending the night at Miss Mhenjer's house. It is perfectly fine with me, and I do not blame her for wanting to spend time away from this place.​

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I walk into the dining room. Everything has been tidied and it is as if no tragedy has struck. It is still a bit unbelievable that such a thing could happen from a supposed 'love potion', but c'est la vie, and I am over it.​

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I find that TORVALD TANNHAUSER has left his medical kit here, and I sigh. This means he will be coming to retrieve it soon. I suppose I don't mind that; he is an interesting lad. I would like to get to know him more.​

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Eventually, it is late, and I am sleepy. I retreat to my quarters on FLOOR THREE and then strip myself of clothing. SOPHIE would come home tomorrow, and then life would continue as normal. Perhaps. Just a while later, I find myself drifted off.​

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OOC :: BRYAN WAS NEVER AWAKE, SO I DIDN'T HAVE TO PUT HIM TO SLEEP.​

⎛ DAY 7 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 27TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ PIERCE'S HOUSE • LIVING ROOM ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ SLEEPY ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 9% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠

❝ . . . ❞​

❝I don't know . . .❞

Sophie shrugged, deciding, since she was getting sleepy, to not press the matter anymore. Maybe they would talk more about it tomorrow, during breakfast or something.

She watched a thoughtful, maybe even confused, look dance across Pierce's face. Eventually, the other girl simply returned her attention to the screen to continue watching the movie, which both of them had no interest in anymore. Still, it was easy to see that Pierce's nerves were pressed for calmness, and so Sophie returned herself to the movie as well, once again, nuzzling into Pierce's side.

What sort of person did Pierce think she was? Ahaha. Well, no matter. She was too sleepy and worn to care. Eventually, some time before the movie ended, Sophie fell asleep, having not checked her phone for that message, and practically laying in Pierce's lap.

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E
☁ 9 : 0 3 P M ☁​

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⎛ DAY 7 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 27TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ PIERCE'S HOUSE • LIVING ROOM ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ AMUSED / THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 9% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠​

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❝ . . . ❞​

❝You should really be more careful,❞ Sophie chided as Pierce went into a coughing fit from swallowing wrong. She sat upright with a frown when Pierce moved away and turned to look at her with a confused expression.

❝The three of us, on one date?❞

The innocent and unbelieving tone of the question made Sophie smile just a little. It was cute that Pierce didn't seem to know about open relationships between multiple people — meaning more than two.

❝Don't be ridiculous, Sophie. Why would we do that? No offence, but I'm afraid you would, like . . . eat Oliver, or something . . .❞

The thought, which spread a few ways, made her laugh.

❝But I'd rather do something with just the two of us. It's not like Oliver could actually be interested in me.❞

❝You never know,❞ Sophie replied, shrugging her shoulders, and then setting down her bowl. ❝What I said before, I'm not sure you knew what I meant. It's not because you're 'Pierce' — because you are a likable, cute, and attractive girl, if you let yourself be — I meant that he could be using you as . . . I don't know. As a rebound of some sort. It didn't seem that he was all so interested in you before, maybe just wanting to be friends. Maybe he does just want to be friends. Which is why I suggested the 'date'.❞ she explained.

❝It would be good to see, then, if he really was interested in you — and for you, not just some girl.❞ she went on, looking and sounding very serious. This was a very serious matter, to her. In order to see what she could do with both Oliver and Pierce, she needed his end of the stick, not just hers. ❝But, if you really would like us, just you and myself, to do something together, I would like that, too.❞

If Pierce knew what the meaning of 'date' was, then there was something interesting starting now . . . And it pleased Sophie.

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E​

☁ 8 : 4 9 P M ☁​

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⎛ DAY 7 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 27TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ PIERCE'S HOUSE • LIVING ROOM ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ NEUTRAL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 9% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠​

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❝ . . . ❞​

❝I don't know. Nowhere.❞

Sophie nearly frowned at the answer in the ploy of being empathetic, but a part of her was pleased at the result. It likely wouldn't be a good idea to mention that out loud, though.

❝You were pro'lly right. I just — I just overreacted.❞

❝Nonsense,❞ Sophie replied immediately, ❝There's a difference between overreacting and letting yourself get too excited.❞ She wondered if, when they spoke in the restroom, this was the impression she had? Not very good, but Sophie was a blunt and honest person when it came to her opinions; she didn't understand the value of lying to someone and telling them what they want to hear.

❝I was just a little excited, I guess, over the possibility that someone might like me. Especially someone as attractive as Oliver.❞

That made sense, especially since Pierce had self-esteem issues. She was a very pretty girl, it was just her personality that needed a little work. Still, the thought of her and Oliver didn't sit well with Sophie, for a few reasons. Of course, if they wanted to spend time together, that was something she couldn't permanently set a stop to; she would have to manipulate them away from each other.

❝I'm just no good with people.❞

Sophie laid her head on Pierce's shoulder. ❝That's fine. You're good with me.❞ she replied, ❝Your people skills just need a bit of work, that's all. Still, it's not really something you can dive into, so you have to start small. Maybe we could go on a date.❞ She paused briefly, before adding the next part, ❝We could ask Oliver to come with us as well, if you like.❞ Pierce would like that, Sophie knew, and it would be a good chance to see how they interacted without actually having to involve herself.

Of course, if he doesn't think I'm some sort of serial killer. She sighed.

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E​

☁ 8 : 4 5 P M ☁​

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⎛ DAY 7 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 27TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ PIERCE'S HOUSE • LIVING ROOM ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ NEUTRAL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 7% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠​

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❝ . . . ❞​

Pierce greeted Sophie and let her into the house, and the two then walked kitchen for bowls after she set herself down, and then settled themselves at the counter.

❝I'm guessing it's really that bad at your house right now?❞

Sophie thought about the question. She had been alone there, and while it hadn't been the most pleasant, she supposed it hadn't been so bad. Still, without any company, and what with everything that happened, it wasn't an ideal place to be.

❝Mmhm . . . Also not so wonderful when your name is plastered on the news, and everyone thinks you're some sort of psychopath . . .❞ She sighed, but put a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth thoughtfully. ❝No, I'm not very hungry, but thank you. I think a movie sounds rather nice,❞ she replied, as they then moved into the living room.

After a bit of discussion, they picked out a lighthearted animated movie. Sophie's favorite genre was psychological thriller, but she had a feeling that Pierce wasn't the type, and wouldn't have many of those kinds.

They settled on the couch as the movie started and Sophie practically settled into Pierce's side, body contact and all, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. It was comforting, after spending most of the day alone.

While the opening credits were starting, ❝So, how are things on the Oliver-front?❞ Sophie asked her. It was a bit of a peculiar situation with the both of them, and Sophie. She was interested in both of them, and could have both of them if she wanted, but it would take a bit of maneuvering to keep them from each other, unless it were polyamorous. Come to think of it, a threesome did sound rather pleasant.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she decided to wait until after Pierce replied.

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E​

☁ 8 : 4 3 P M ☁​

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⎛ DAY 7 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 27TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HOME > PIERCE'S HOUSE ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ NEUTRAL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 3% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠​

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❝ . . . ❞​

The ice cream had been delicious, and made Sophie feel loads better, accompanied by the music. Eventually, she had changed the playlist to something more peppy and dance-like so she could dance about her house without worrying about being indignant.

A loud ring told her that someone had messaged her, and she was really hoping that it was Pierce, or even Freddie, checking up on her.

FROM: Pierce​

I did. Oliver told me.​

I also saw the news about it.​

I'm fine; wasn't upset.​

Don't worry about it.​

How you holding up?​

Is it scary being at home?​

You can come over, if you want.​

Oliver told her, did he? Sophie cynically wondered what he had to say about it. Talk about a bad impression . . . It was going to be more difficult and complicated to win him over, now. Pierce mentioned that she wasn't upset, but Sophie had other ideas about it. Lucas had told her about her bad behavior, and she remembered what she told the other girl in the restroom.

It really was cute how sensitive she was.

When the invitation had been sent, Sophie made no hesitations in accepting ( without messaging back ) and leaving her home after writing and leaving behind a note for Lucas to read. Since it was late, and still snowing outside, she packed an overnight bag and hit the road, arriving at Pierce's strange but enjoyable home some time later.

She knocked on the door and was then let in just moments later.

❝Good evening, Miss Mhenjer,❞ she said with a warm smile, liking the warmth of the house. ❝I hope you don't mind, I brought over some ice cream.❞ Despite already having some herself, she bought a bit more to share with Pierce.

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E​

☁ 8 : 4 0 P M ☁​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH✖ DAY 8 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ SCHOOL
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Morning classes were over, and now Hay Sun was in one of the courtyards of the school, eating her lunch with her friends. She decided that she wouldn't worry about any of that weird angel shit for the day. Then again, it was hard when she thought that she kept hearing her friends call her 'Uriel' or 'Puriel'.

The figured something was up at home, and tried asking her about it, but she simply told them that she was busy learning a new subject, that's all. It wasn't like that was a lie, so they bought it, to Hay Sun's relief. She had been spending so little time with her friends that they pretty much listened to anything she said, any time she said it. Much to her dismay, Levi had joined them and insisted on sitting next to her under the tree where they laid out their thick cloth to eat on.

❝Had anymore dreams lately?❞ Levi asked her from nowhere, and when all the attention fell on her, Hay Sun glared at Levi and he shrunk back slightly.

❝Dreams?❞ Phoebe questioned in her sweet, youthful voice, and Hay Sun sighed. She was going to have to tell them eventually? No . . . She didn't have to tell them, but maybe apart of her wanted to.

Sometimes, it felt like she was going to disappear and never come back, and they, her precious friends, would never know why. That made her sad. It would make them sad. And them being sad pissed her off because they were her friends.

❝Well . . .❞​

⎛ DAY 7 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 27TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HOME • LIVING ROOM ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ NEUTRAL / THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
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❝ . . . ❞​

Compared to the chaos of the last two days ( only one of which was enjoyed ), things were relatively quiet throughout the home. All intruders and . . . dead bodies had been removed, the blood from Seraphina's corpse had been cleaned away, and things were normal. Kind of.

Lucas wasn't home, so Sophie was by herself, all alone, inside one of the largest houses in the city. It was a little unnerving walking everywhere, but she had set a playlist of classical music to ring about the house so that white noise didn't pass her ears.

It was evident that Lucas was the prime suspect of the situation at hand, but Sophie still couldn't believe the cause. Cupid's Brew, of all things! She remembered when she had first purchased a bottle, two years ago. The silly, but cute design of the vial and the pink liquid; it looked like a genuine, generic love potion. All of a sudden, it was a poison, and Sophie wanted to know where it came from and who made it. Such a curious little thing . . .

Sophie ran her slightly tanned hands through her long hair, taking a deep breath and pushing past the feeling of wanting to vomit. The sight of blood had been a major trigger. Originally, she had thought that the events of that summer hadn't affected her so badly. Sophie wasn't affected by anything. The invincible Sophie. Except not really.

She wondered what the others thought, now. That she had planned it all? Sure, have a wide-scale party at Sophie Bennett's home, get everyone wildly and stumbling drunk, play the hospitable host, serve them all a great breakfast the morning, and then poison a few of them. It did sound like a decent plan, but she wouldn't have killed them. That was far beyond her reaches of . . . anything. Quentin and Pierce must think terribly of her now, and that was a little unfair. Even Oliver . . . And then when Sophie thought of Freddie — she hadn't even really said goodbye to him, just let the events take course, and he had been gone.

Sophie groaned.

Some time later, Sophie sat in a different chair of the living room, with a large-wafflecone chocolate soft serve from Braum's.

TO: Pierce
Did you hear what happened?
Anyway, Lucas told me to apologize
to you for upsetting you, if I did.
Did I?​

C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E
☁ 8 : 3 8 P M ☁​

ITT: AP-Kingdom Hearts 101.​

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⌠ DAY 7 │ 4/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 27TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ DORM ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ NEUTRAL ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOËLLE : 38% / SOPHIE : 26% ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡
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Quentin sat in his room, in front of his computer, staring hard at the screen, going over the previous day's events. He hadn't joined the others for breakfast, but when he did leave the guest room, police had been everywhere, and before he knew it, they had questioned him about the house, the others, and what he was doing, and then whisked him off to the hospital for a check-up for which he had been cleared of a poison he didn't even know about. In short, the day had been confusing, yet eventful.

Eventually, he had figured out that Sophie and Lucas were at the center of it, and it was all over the news, being framed as a few things; an accident, potential suicide, and potential murder. Most of the news channels were covering it, interviews with the guests of the Bennett Home, and covering background on the Bennett Family, even though it was all surface details. Mr. and Mrs. Bennett weren't home so often, apparently.

Quentin's first instinct had been to text Noëlle, checking to see if she was alright, but that was yesterday, after they had released him from the hospital. He wanted to see her, see how she was doing . . . They had talked about getting together, but nothing had really been set.

He opened his e-mail and began to scroll through his inbox, which was filled with a few notices from school and projects, and other things. Eventually, he found the last e-mail that Noëlle sent him.

TO: Noëlle Chambers FROM: Quentin Freeborn Hey again! I've been thinking... We never set up a date for our little outing; with all the recent things, I figured a respawning of what happened all that time ago isn't something we need. How about we meet Tuesday, if you're not busy? We could go out to lunch, somewhere. Pick a place? We can meet up on campus, and go from there.

He read over the message, making sure it didn't sound too pushy or anything. Hopefully, she would respond soon, since today was Sunday. In the meantime, Quentin decided to go get something to eat, coming back to his dormitory with chicken nuggets and a Frosty from Wendy's. Yum. Hopefully, the food would keep his mind away from all of that stuff.

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SLEEPY✖ DAY 7 ※ 5/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/28/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROOM
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One stranger-call a day had been enough for her. Tomorrow, maybe she would consider calling one of the others. Maybe.

Had Cassandra Hansen really seen the same person Hay Sun had? They both had wings, it seemed, but . . . If that was true, then what were they looking for? What did they want?

She stared up at the ceiling in the darkness. Maybe something was coming . . . Something big — and Hay Sun and Cassandra, and all those other names, maybe they were apart of it. What made them so special, though?

Fucking questions . . . Too many questions.

Hay Sun yawned and flipped over onto her stomach, nestling into the covers. She almost hoped she had a dream, just to answer some goddamned questions. A few deep breaths later and she was off to sleep.​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ THOUGHTFUL✖ DAY 7 ※ 5/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/28/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROOM
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Hay Sun listened to Cassandra relay her experience, all the while feeling a mixture of relief, nervousness, excitement, and shock that this was all real and that she wasn't just . . . crazy. If Cassandra was a real, breathing person and not some figment of psychotic BS that Hay Sun created from her disbelief of recent events, then the other people on the list were real, too. Would it be a good idea to call them as well?

When the man was described as 'didn't seem very angelic to me other than the wings', Hay Sun thought about supernatural and mythical creatures that could imitate angels — even though the original idea was crazy enough. It was probably best to try and not get ahead of herself with this stuff.

She tapped a finger on her desk, ❝So there's you, in America, and here I am in France.❞ she said, ❝I have a few other names of people that also live in different countries, and have been thinking of contacting them, now that you were a success. I just don't understand what this means — but I have a feeling that I know who I can get answers from.❞ She looked at the fiercely underlined SADIE-CLARE RENVICK on the small piece of paper.

Returning to the call, Hay Sun thought a few ways to continue the conversation, but she hated idle chitchat and niceties. Business was done, and even though she had a shitload of questions, Cassandra Hansen didn't seem like the proper person to get answer from. She sighed.

❝Alright Cassandra, thanks for your time. If anything else happens, any kind of weird ****, you should call be back,❞ Hay Sun said, writing a few things down, ❝I have a feeling that something like that might be soon, so. Until then, I'll try to talk to others . . . See if I can do anything. I call you back if something happens, or anything new pops up. Goodbye.❞

She clapped her phone shut, and then tossed it on her bed. After looking at the numbers once more, Hay Sun rubbed her face. What the hell was happening here?​

Congratulations.​

[ ♥ ] S I G N ; Boy, can't wait to see the results of this one.​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ EXCITED ✖ DAY 7 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/28/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROOM
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❝That is an interesting question to be asking someone.❞ For a hot-headed, quick moment, Hay Sun thought the woman might be patronizing her, in where full-on killing mode would be activated. ❝H - Has something happened to you, too?❞

She bit down on her lip and considered simply hanging up and pretending the conversation had never happened, but when Hay Sun caught the key word, her bright eyes twinkled. 'Too'. It looked like Cassandra Hansen had been through something — maybe recently? When the woman was apologizing in French, she confused Hay Sun, who then started into a long-winded, slightly excited explanation in quick-paced French, only to realize halfway through that she wasn't being understood.

❝Right, your an American, I forgot.❞ she said, feeling angry that she just wasted her breath with that. She set the phone down for a moment, and then ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. She needed to have patience.

. . . Americans needed to be multilingual, as well. This wouldn't be as much an issue. It was safe to say many French . . . and other Europeans didn't particularly like Americans. What sloppy, lazy people most all of them were.

❝It sounds insane, I know. But I've been having these crazy dreams lately, about angels and shit.❞ She didn't even mind the cussing, since it was usually an innate part of her speech, and English cuss words were the among the first of the language she quickly picked up. ❝Past lives and stuff, you know? And this . . . guy — thing — person with wings keeps appearing to me, and he tells me that there's stuff I need to remember, or whatever.❞

There was a few long moments of silence.

❝. . . Is any of this making sense? Ringing a bell?❞​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SICK✖ DAY 7 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/28/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROOM
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❝Hello, this is Cassandra Hansen,❞

The voice was female, slightly annoyed, and . . . in English. Hay Sun's heart beat up her rib cage while she tried to remain calm. English, she thought to herself with a deep breath, just remember your lessons . . .

❝Bonjour, my name is Hay Sun,❞ she said with a slightly shaky voice, trying to lessen her accent to the point where the American might understand her, ❝I guess you might be wondering why I have called you, someone all the way from Paris,❞ God, how did she even go about this?

❝A - Ah . . . Well, I wanted to ask you if y - you've had strange . . . experiences, recently.❞ she said with a little more confidence, ❝With . . . people with wings? Angels . . . maybe?❞ It sounded pretty fucking psychotic, but the conversation had to start somewhere.​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SICK✖ DAY 7 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/28/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROOM
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Hay Sun sat at the edge of her bed, staring at her wall and wishing she could go outside. On her nightstand was an empty bowl and and empty cup that her dad would come to get in a little while. She was sick today, which was crap because it was a Saturday, and no school. It wasn't flu-sick, it was more like vomiting-guts-randomly sick. Her mouth tasted like shit.

At least nothing weird was happening to her today, but maybe that was because whoever the hell was 'watching' her didn't want to interact with a grumpy, sick person. Though why they would want to come to her in the first place and face her 'no shit' attitude was beyond her.

With a sigh, she moved to her desk and slapped her journal onto the surface, and then grabbed her pen.

Spoiler: ✖ E X C L U S I V E _ T H O U G H T S

I continue to have dreams of angels, and it's increasingly annoying because it feels like someone is trying to tell me something -- maybe trying to persuade me. The religious people that I hate the most are the ones who try and force feed me their holy scripts and text and knowledge, and try to "convert" me. I don't like being persuaded. Sophie couldn't even persuade me to believe in such things.

The more I think about this 'God' business, the more it irks me. Jesus Christ created miracles, didn't he? I've never read the bible, so I can't properly contradict the script, but . . . This world is a terrible, wretched place to live in, and if Jesus or God or whoever are able to save these people . . . Could it be that they're not as all-powerful as they're praised to be?

Granted, not all humans deserve mercy or sanctuary; in fact, I could only name two or three that I personally know ( and I know very many people ) that really deserve path to 'Heaven'. Even then . . . Humans are not without fault, not without sin. I suppose they are not completely to blame for that, because either through creationism or evolution, these things develop in ways that makes nothing absolute nor perfect. However, just because there is a seemingly entire barrel of rotten apples, that does not mean that there aren't a few good ones left. Those are the ones that should be saved.

Humankind is not one, when it comes to who is the rotten apples and who are the good ones; they should not be punished as one. Each should be judge for what they've done, not for what they have, for what they might have had to live through. Good people are not always saved, and some die for no reason at all. Why would such a god do that? Perhaps this one is not all-benevolent.

As for the angels . . . There might be others who are having my issues. I recently received an 'ability' of being possessed and told thing, or being come across by this thing that tells me there are things for me to remember. When I see him — it, they — I see wings. Angelically shaped wings. What does this mean? Nothing good, I'm sure.

Hay Sun sat back in her chair and then tapped her pencil against her desk, then looked at the list of phone numbers pinned to the wall. She still didn't call any of them yet. What the hell was she supposed to say — 'Hi, my name's Hay Sun and I think I'm tied to Heaven somehow, want to meet up somewhere? '. Yeah fucking right, like that was gonna go down well.

She scowled, ❝Guess I'll never know if I don't try.❞ she grumbled, and then snatched her phone from the nightstand, heavily sighing and flipping a coin between Hansen and Renvick. A few seconds later, she was looking at a heads on the coin and dialing the number to what she assumed ( hoped ) would be Cassandra Hansen's cell phone.

❝God, can't believe I'm doing this,❞ she murmured to herself as the dialing tone began.​