Sorry, Amethyst. Parts were due on the 15th. The file is already rendered and sent to RvR.
No, just so you know. Okay.
Your image is way too small, it needs to be larger and better quality. Like ... around 720px x 720px or more is best. A good place to find suitable pictures is here: http://www.zerochan.net Please keep in mind that on average, we're expecting three or more paragraphs per post. Besides that, I think you're good. Make sure you read the OP thoroughly.
Quentin is nonexistent. Lucas will be killed off. Bryan will be killed off. Sophie will be killed off.
It actually doesn't, but for some reason this site is dominated by people on the East Coast, so. Thank you!
OP Updated. Someone pick a time. 3pm, 6pm or 9pm EST. Whoever posts first after me picks.
Stay safe, HoT. Today is now day 1/3.
『WEATHER』 WINDY, SNOWING, COLD 31°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/26/2015 - 9:36pm ✖『DAY』 06 Julius had been sleeping when she arrived at the hospital. He shared a room with Fatime, and it seemed Lucas was also there visiting - but Noëlle basically ignored them aside from a smile. She sat by Julius' side without disturbing him for quite a while before he finally stirred at the prompting of a nurse arriving to check on him. It was then that she finally said hello. It took quite a lot out of her. Seeming him like that ... It hurt, and scared her. Now was too soon to confide in him about such things though. They chatted casually about random things here and there and before she knew it, night had fallen. It was time to go, before the buses stopped running! Reluctantly, she bid him farewell, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze, and left the hospital. At home, Ms. Chambers and Joey occupied the living room, taking down the Christmas tree and decorations. So prompt! They exchanged greetings and Noëlle went into the kitchen to warm up some leftover dinner. When she finished eating, she took a candlelit bath with tea and a book on the most famous composers in history. It definitely put her in a sleepy mood, and as soon as she was out of the tub, she climbed into bed to rest for the night.
Julius had been sleeping when she arrived at the hospital. He shared a room with Fatime, and it seemed Lucas was also there visiting - but Noëlle basically ignored them aside from a smile. She sat by Julius' side without disturbing him for quite a while before he finally stirred at the prompting of a nurse arriving to check on him. It was then that she finally said hello. It took quite a lot out of her. Seeming him like that ... It hurt, and scared her. Now was too soon to confide in him about such things though. They chatted casually about random things here and there and before she knew it, night had fallen. It was time to go, before the buses stopped running! Reluctantly, she bid him farewell, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze, and left the hospital.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A. ♠ :♔ From Pierce: Oh. I hope you weren't lonely by yourself. I'm doing all right. Working on homework. What about you? I would love to go! :] Where and what time? Maybe we could go Skating again too? Or something else. Or not ... Hope your day is good. To Pierce: It was alright. Sounds boring. I'm just relaxing for now. I'll be at Studio Z around 1pm. I reserved the main practice room. Ice skating sounds fun, too. Maybe not on the 28th but we'll figure it out. If you want, I can come pick you up on the 28th? We can grab some coffee or something. With the text sent, Oliver put away his laptop and sighed. The familiar sound of bass to Reed's blaring dubstep was making the apartment room shake. There were bound to be more complaints posted on their door by the morning ... His friend was parking and would be inside soon, which meant it was time to goooo! The blonde-haired boy didn't feel like socializing with him [ what else was new ] and grabbed a snack from the pantry area before disappearing into his room for almost the rest of the day. Some studying was done along with a shower, and when he was ready, he hopped into bed. Pierce seemed a bit more talkative than normal, so Oliver engaged her on and off for most of the day before finally saying good night and falling to sleep.
From Pierce: Oh. I hope you weren't lonely by yourself. I'm doing all right. Working on homework. What about you? I would love to go! :] Where and what time? Maybe we could go Skating again too? Or something else. Or not ... Hope your day is good. To Pierce: It was alright. Sounds boring. I'm just relaxing for now. I'll be at Studio Z around 1pm. I reserved the main practice room. Ice skating sounds fun, too. Maybe not on the 28th but we'll figure it out. If you want, I can come pick you up on the 28th? We can grab some coffee or something. With the text sent, Oliver put away his laptop and sighed. The familiar sound of bass to Reed's blaring dubstep was making the apartment room shake. There were bound to be more complaints posted on their door by the morning ... His friend was parking and would be inside soon, which meant it was time to goooo! The blonde-haired boy didn't feel like socializing with him [ what else was new ] and grabbed a snack from the pantry area before disappearing into his room for almost the rest of the day. Some studying was done along with a shower, and when he was ready, he hopped into bed. Pierce seemed a bit more talkative than normal, so Oliver engaged her on and off for most of the day before finally saying good night and falling to sleep.
[ time skip to 9:30pm ]
Locked.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A. ♠ :♔ With the advertisement put up on the Student Portal, Oliver felt a bit accomplished with himself! Yes, he had planted the seed for ... Well, something to happen. Hopefully it would take him and everyone else involved to good places. Studio Z had been called and he had successfully reserved a room for the 28th, so he felt all ready to go ... except for one thing. He wasn't sure he was qualified to host auditions alone. He was a musician, sure, but there was probably someone else with better judgement than he had. ... At least less biased judgement. With that thought, he pulled out his cell phone and swiped through to his inbox. One unread text message sat waiting for him and at first he braced himself for a message from Mary. Instead, it was from Pierce. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair thoughtfully, hoping she didn't think he was upset with her any since he didn't reply right away. Women ... From Pierce: Hi Oliver. You're probably sleeping, but I didn't see you at Sophie's party so I just wanted to say again that ice skating was lots of fun. Have a nice night. -Pierce To Pierce: Sorry about not answering, I've been out of it. I enjoyed ice skating as well. I'm glad you came. Oh. I was at the party. Spent most of my time alone. Hope you're doing okay. Forgetting that, I was wondering if you were free on the 28th? I'm holding auditions for a band and need a second pair of ears. If not, that's cool. Let me know.
With the advertisement put up on the Student Portal, Oliver felt a bit accomplished with himself! Yes, he had planted the seed for ... Well, something to happen. Hopefully it would take him and everyone else involved to good places. Studio Z had been called and he had successfully reserved a room for the 28th, so he felt all ready to go ... except for one thing. He wasn't sure he was qualified to host auditions alone. He was a musician, sure, but there was probably someone else with better judgement than he had. ... At least less biased judgement. With that thought, he pulled out his cell phone and swiped through to his inbox. One unread text message sat waiting for him and at first he braced himself for a message from Mary. Instead, it was from Pierce. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair thoughtfully, hoping she didn't think he was upset with her any since he didn't reply right away. Women ... From Pierce: Hi Oliver. You're probably sleeping, but I didn't see you at Sophie's party so I just wanted to say again that ice skating was lots of fun. Have a nice night. -Pierce To Pierce: Sorry about not answering, I've been out of it. I enjoyed ice skating as well. I'm glad you came. Oh. I was at the party. Spent most of my time alone. Hope you're doing okay. Forgetting that, I was wondering if you were free on the 28th? I'm holding auditions for a band and need a second pair of ears. If not, that's cool. Let me know.
『WEATHER』 WINDY, SNOWING, COLD 31°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/26/2015 - 11:18AM ✖『DAY』 06 The cell phone buzzed again in her hand and she jumped with a quiet gasp, opening her inbox again to read what it said. From: Julius This is Fatime, I am not sure if you remember me. There was a car crash on the day of Sophie's little celebration. It was on the news. His condition is variable. Come soon if you must. Fatime ... She worked on the set with them! Noëlle remembered seeing her name on the pamphlets and wondering how it was pronounced. She couldn't form much of a visual of her, though, aside from the fact that she had dark hair ... Why was she with him? To: Julius Thank you. With the text sent, she sighed. Bryan was clearly useless this morning, as much as she hated to think that way. He was breathing fine but surely intended to sleep all day. Maybe an effect of the drug. ... Yeah. If Julius was in the hospital, though, she was going to check on him. Any good student would! He had done so much for the play and now what? A car accident? How awful! ❝Professor ...❞ She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and climbed out of the tent, travelling to her bedroom to get dressed and ready. She sent a short text to Bryan letting him know where she was going so he didn't worry. Journal #27 ✿ Page 45 ✿ Date - 12.26.15 Last night was amazing andneeds a journal entry. I'm not even sure how to start off, though, it's so unreal ... I feel like I was only dreaming it. Basically, yesterday was Christmas. We were all invited to Vivian's for an after party to celebrate the first night of The Girl in Watercolors, which was a success!! When we got there though, I'm not sure why but I started feeling really down and lonely. I don't know, after two years ago my social skills kind of ... fell apart. Maybe that's not the word. It's more like I stopped wanting to socialize with anyone other than Timothy. Timothy stopped wanting me around, though. So I've been pretty depressed - as you know, haha. Last night was different though ... I left the party and tried to get home by myself. Timothy came after me and we went home together. I was originally going to head to bed but I started to feel a bit defeatist and got up to ask Timothy to make cookies with me instead! He actually said yes, so we spent the night baking. Eventually, we even camped out in the backyard and watched movies and played games and it was amazing. It was the first time in a long time I really felt happy. I decided to press my luck and give him Cupid's Brew - the aphrodisiac I purchased - which was ... disastrous, at first. Later though it seemed to work. He said I was beautiful! He even ... kissed me ... I just. It feels like all of this doubt I've had in my heart for so long is cleared away. Nothing lasts forever! I woke up this morning to a text saying that Professor is in the hospital! : ( I wanted Timothy to come with me but ... I guess things really will go back to how they were before. The journal was closed shut and the redhead leaned back in her bus seat. The vehicle was basically empty. Buses were coming every hour, today, and most people were still with their families - resting after the busy Christmas holiday. It seemed like her life was either uninspiring and average [ minus her unconventional feelings for Bryan ] - or completely crazy all at once. She pulled the cord as they neared her stop and thanked the bus driver as she stepped off and onto the snowy sidewalk. Hopefully, Julius would be happy to see her.
The cell phone buzzed again in her hand and she jumped with a quiet gasp, opening her inbox again to read what it said.
BtD is out, Freddie is nonexistent. If Freddie not existing really ruins something for your character then come talk to me. Just remember that the alternative is death, which all of the characters will have to react to, so ... Lol.
Today is the last day to get your part in. If you didn't drop out when I asked, I'm expecting your file. (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 1 ♠ « OOC: Lazy post. ♠ :♔ The morning seemed to be dragging on and with every quiet minute that passed, Oliver became more and more uncomfortable. This wasn't elementary school. He didn't have to wait for someone to pick him up, he could leave whenever he wanted. It just felt ... rude, so he finished his food in silence and took the time alone to mull over the last couple of nights. When he finished breakfast, he excused himself from the dining table with his dishes and disappeared to the kitchen to wash them up. Sophie's servant [ he didn't quite understand her need for one - she seemed perfectly capable on her own ] made him a bit uncomfortable and he was more than happy to clean up his own messes. He was neither a child nor privileged enough to enjoy that sort of thing. Finally, it felt right for him to go. He returned to the dining room only to bid goodbye to Sophie and the others. A series of thank yous were given out for the party and breakfast, despite his dissatisfaction with both, and he left the house shortly after. Oliver's head was pounding with every sound and bright light and for a moment he wondered if he was okay enough to drive. As lonely as Christmas had been [ emotionally, at the very least ], it had left him drained and exhausted and ... sore. He wished he had at least had a little more fun for as fatigued as he felt. After a bit of sitting around in his car and listening to music he decided things should be okay and backed out of Sophie's driveway, beginning the drive to his apartment. ♔ 11:00am Once safely arriving home, he plopped down on his couch exasperatedly. Reed was nowhere to be seen, and he hoped his roommate wouldn't be returning anytime soon. The quiet was nice. It was about time he found a more permanent job, so that he could move out on his own and start building some sort of life for himself. As it was now everything was just kind of ... disappointing. He never thought he was going to be extraordinary in the world, but this eternally mundane existence was not exactly working for him, either. He always assumed that after completing school he would grab a job and everything would just fall into place, but it didn't seem that easy anymore. What did he want to do with his life? Hell if he knew. He was approaching his last year, too ... Despite everything, he had to remember that he was a student at Fortissimo University. Aah, how was it that his love for music had been ... forgotten? Maybe not forgotten, but he had definitely abandoned his craft. It wasn't like he wanted to become a mechanic, or anything! Fortissimo was great, but though at the heart of it all it was truly an institution dedicated to music, it was a bit pretentious in that it would cram every other subject in there to the highest caliber. Mathematics and Sports for instance got much as much recognition and focus as Music Theory. In the past, the academy had received an enormous amount of backlash for basically churning out only two types of students; the Outrageously Successful Musician - and The Failure [ or The Flop ]. Most students left the academy the latter, and so multiple other curriculums were fleshed out to stand on par with the music program. Man ... Attending Fortissimo meant he was special somehow, right? At some point during his youth, teachers had seen something in him that made him different. Gifted. If music was what made him special in the first place, then maybe he should keep his focus on that ... What was the best way to do that, though? ... Oliver pulled open his laptop and logged into his Student Portal on Fortissimo University's main site. He scrolled through until he located the section for advertisements, usually littered with offers for old text books and club recruitments. ♔
The morning seemed to be dragging on and with every quiet minute that passed, Oliver became more and more uncomfortable. This wasn't elementary school. He didn't have to wait for someone to pick him up, he could leave whenever he wanted. It just felt ... rude, so he finished his food in silence and took the time alone to mull over the last couple of nights. When he finished breakfast, he excused himself from the dining table with his dishes and disappeared to the kitchen to wash them up. Sophie's servant [ he didn't quite understand her need for one - she seemed perfectly capable on her own ] made him a bit uncomfortable and he was more than happy to clean up his own messes. He was neither a child nor privileged enough to enjoy that sort of thing. Finally, it felt right for him to go. He returned to the dining room only to bid goodbye to Sophie and the others. A series of thank yous were given out for the party and breakfast, despite his dissatisfaction with both, and he left the house shortly after. Oliver's head was pounding with every sound and bright light and for a moment he wondered if he was okay enough to drive. As lonely as Christmas had been [ emotionally, at the very least ], it had left him drained and exhausted and ... sore. He wished he had at least had a little more fun for as fatigued as he felt. After a bit of sitting around in his car and listening to music he decided things should be okay and backed out of Sophie's driveway, beginning the drive to his apartment.
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『WEATHER』 WINDY, SNOWING, COLD 31°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/26/2015 - 10:22AM ✖『DAY』 06 Ms. Chambers had, eventually, come outside calling for the two siblings. Her shrill, panicked tone stirred Noëlle from an otherwise peaceful and uninterrupted sleep. Bryan and her had shifted into a spooning position at some point during the night, and the tent had become a bit too stuffy for her comfort as the heater continued filling the atmosphere with artificial warmth. On top of that, just moments after her waking, her cell phone vibrated beneath her pillow and into her ear. Annoying! The irritation instantly melted away as she shifted in Bryan's arms, taking a deep breath and trying to brace herself for the ... disillusion that was sure to follow his waking. The happiness from last night lingered and swelled in her heart. He was still here, holding her. It hadn't been a dream or a product of her imagination. Last night, he had told her she was beautiful. Last night, he had kissed her. A gentle kiss of her own was planted on his forehead before she pulled herself away and peeled the blankets off of her body. Carefully, she opened the entrance to the tent and stepped out into the cold bundled in one of the top blankets she had brought down on Christmas night. ❝Noëlle Marilyn Chambers!❞ the green-eyed woman stood from the patio, dressed already in her usual work attire with her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed together. Beyond the pitiful look of intimidation Ms. Chambers was trying to put on, Noëlle could clearly see worry. ❝This is where you've been?! Is Bryan in there, too?❞ ❝Yeah, we're fine,❞ the grogginess in her voice was apparent and she yawned, trying to clear it away. ❝We were watching some Christmas movies and stuff last night and fell asleep ...❞ ❝Together ... ?❞ Ms. Chamber's anger physically dissipated and she looked a bit more sympathetic. Slowly, Noëlle nodded, wishing Bryan was awake to help her deal with this. He was better than she was ... ❝Noëlle, sweetie, we talked about this ...❞ The cold bit at the bottom of her feet and she wanted the conversation to be over. She wanted to crawl back into the tent and curl back up under the blankets and soak in the rays of the happiness she had found - just a little longer, before Bryan woke up and took it all back. Her throat tightened and tears began to well up. Instead of continuing, Ms. Chambers stood there with her arms at her side. Her expression was frustrated, and then thoughtful. Eventually she sighed and opened the glass door to the kitchen again. ❝I'm off to work. Make sure you put up the dishes from last night. ... I love you.❞ Too emotional to return it, Noëlle nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. When her mother was finally gone, she quickly turned back around and re-entered the tent as quietly as possible, plopping down in her spot from before. A few minutes were spent gathering herself. When she felt okay enough, she pulled her phone from under her pillow and opened her text messages. From: Julius Hello, is this Noelle Chambers? Julius was unable to take your call last night, in all apologies. You may or may not be aware, but he was involved in a dangerous car crash last night. He is currently in the hospital. Her eyes scanned over the text message once ... and then twice ... and then minutes passed and she was sure she had read it at least fifty times. All of the work to get a hold on her emotions went to waste and she felt about ready to have a panic attack. Her vision blurred again with tears and this time they fell down her cheeks. This was from Julius' phone! Unsure of what to do, she put her hand on Bryan's shoulder, shaking him lightly. ❝Wake up,❞ her voice was already hoarse. She took a deep, stabilizing breath and looked back at her phone to text back. To: Julius Who is this ...? Is he alright?? With her attention turned back to Bryan, she shook his shoulder again and leaned over towards him, tugging the blankets down over his chest. ❝Bryan, wake up. Professor Julius is in the hospital!❞
Ms. Chambers had, eventually, come outside calling for the two siblings. Her shrill, panicked tone stirred Noëlle from an otherwise peaceful and uninterrupted sleep. Bryan and her had shifted into a spooning position at some point during the night, and the tent had become a bit too stuffy for her comfort as the heater continued filling the atmosphere with artificial warmth. On top of that, just moments after her waking, her cell phone vibrated beneath her pillow and into her ear. Annoying! The irritation instantly melted away as she shifted in Bryan's arms, taking a deep breath and trying to brace herself for the ... disillusion that was sure to follow his waking. The happiness from last night lingered and swelled in her heart. He was still here, holding her. It hadn't been a dream or a product of her imagination. Last night, he had told her she was beautiful. Last night, he had kissed her. A gentle kiss of her own was planted on his forehead before she pulled herself away and peeled the blankets off of her body. Carefully, she opened the entrance to the tent and stepped out into the cold bundled in one of the top blankets she had brought down on Christmas night. ❝Noëlle Marilyn Chambers!❞ the green-eyed woman stood from the patio, dressed already in her usual work attire with her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed together. Beyond the pitiful look of intimidation Ms. Chambers was trying to put on, Noëlle could clearly see worry. ❝This is where you've been?! Is Bryan in there, too?❞ ❝Yeah, we're fine,❞ the grogginess in her voice was apparent and she yawned, trying to clear it away. ❝We were watching some Christmas movies and stuff last night and fell asleep ...❞ ❝Together ... ?❞ Ms. Chamber's anger physically dissipated and she looked a bit more sympathetic. Slowly, Noëlle nodded, wishing Bryan was awake to help her deal with this. He was better than she was ... ❝Noëlle, sweetie, we talked about this ...❞ The cold bit at the bottom of her feet and she wanted the conversation to be over. She wanted to crawl back into the tent and curl back up under the blankets and soak in the rays of the happiness she had found - just a little longer, before Bryan woke up and took it all back. Her throat tightened and tears began to well up. Instead of continuing, Ms. Chambers stood there with her arms at her side. Her expression was frustrated, and then thoughtful. Eventually she sighed and opened the glass door to the kitchen again. ❝I'm off to work. Make sure you put up the dishes from last night. ... I love you.❞ Too emotional to return it, Noëlle nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. When her mother was finally gone, she quickly turned back around and re-entered the tent as quietly as possible, plopping down in her spot from before. A few minutes were spent gathering herself. When she felt okay enough, she pulled her phone from under her pillow and opened her text messages.
