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w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc The group she ended up with was more of a last pick sort of thing that reminded her of grade school. It wasn't that she was bullied or neglected in groups, just that there came a time where she was so afraid of such rejection that she would go hide out elsewhere instead. She couldn't remember exactly where the fear had come from. She was told later that such things happened to children, sometimes. Erik had left her alone just like she asked and that both immensely pleased and bothered her. On one side of things, Erik was being a bit of a jerk, putting her on edge like that. His words still echoed in her mind. On the other hand, she was alone, in a strange group of children and unfriendly adults. Dakota herself had remained so quiet and unsociable that she wasn't even sure if her group noticed her at all. She had followed three other girls to their room and quietly settled in. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she wasn't even engaged in their conversation. One of these days her heart would burst, she was sure of it. ... Where had the fear come from? Her thoughts wound and spun as she stared at her pale reflection in the bathroom's mirror. All of the preparation in her appearance was for naught. Her hair was tangled and dry, the skin under her eyes was speckled with discoloration from sleep deprivation, and her lips were chapped ... 『 All for naught ...』 Quickly, she splashed her face with water and pulled her hair up into a bun. Her fingers were shaking and it took a few good gulpfulls of air to calm herself. Carefully, she began to wash herself up - longing for a real shower ... When she was through, she changed clothes. The whole time she could hear the conversation from outside of the bathroom door. They were discussing sleeping arrangements. She didn't mind sleeping on the chair. The two chatty girls could share the bed, the quiet one could take the other bed and she'd ... sleep on the chair. It was fair enough. A few moments later they were getting ready to leave. Something about exploring. Dakota waited until everyone had shuffled out of the room before leaving the bathroom -- where she would likely spend most of the night later. Her steps were light against the carpeted floor of the small hotel room. For a moment she just stood there, fiddling with her fingertips and running her bare feet over the carpet, generating warmth over her toes. Then, when she was sure no one was coming back, she got to work. Her belongings were moved to the ruby and gold embroidered chair in the corner of the bedroom and out came more duct tape and her trusty pair of scissors. She had almost slit Erik's throat with these scissors, yikes. No, she shook the thoughts from her head and looked up to the ceiling. -- She worked quickly as to not raise any suspicion - not that anyone would notice her absence, and once finished; the windows, vents, smoke detector were all covered in tape. The beds and closet were searched as well as every light source she could find in her haste, just in case. Lightbulbs pulled and shaken lightly, phone disconnected, outlets tapped upon ... Any sort of mechanical buzzing or movement detected and she would have chopped a wall down if she had to. Luckily, everything checked out and she was able to slide out of the hotel room and catch up with the others with a much clearer mind. She trailed behind until they arrived at the library, where she immediately wandered off alone. Hmmm ... Bentley, Bentley ... That's what they were here for, right? Information? Pff. You couldn't trust anyone or anything when it came to these matters - especially not the books in a public library! How easy would it be for someone to waltz in and take the books of importance back home for burning? How simple would it be for the government to edit away the secrets or tear out the essential pages? They could even publish fabricated books to distract them all from truth! Libraries gave her the creeps. Shelves upon shelves of lies, and this one was huge. It didn't take long for her to locate the security cameras. She hunched over into herself as if she had some kind of a shell to hide in, and maneuvered to an empty book aisle, scanning the spines of these terrible lie-filled albums for something of interest. Even if she wouldn't immediately believe whatever it was she discovered, being presently invisible and not even assisting left a bad taste in her mouth. These children had apparently been through hell and back, for all she knew they would eat her in her sleep if she proved too useless. Dakota chuckled nervously to herself.
Basically. Not all RP posts count, they have to be over a certain character count and even then ones that are too spammy or irrelevant to the story are deleted. I don't know how you'd filter out such things for the Spamzone and I honestly think the section is better without any pressure.
CHOICE #10
W H A T xxW I L Lxx Y O U xx D O ? ? "Their first plan had been to investigate Whittlerose and see what they could find out about Bentley before actually going there." "So after we get situated in our rooms what say we go around town and gather some good old intel on Bentley from the good old middle class fellows of Whittlebrooke. I mean ignorance is like, the real enemy or something and how much do we even know about Bentley?"So you've decided to explore Whittlerose before heading to Bentley, huh? Good for you. Where would you like to go?
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 2 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ It was hot. That was annoying. Oliver hated the heat. Aside from that, though, Whittlerose was pretty great. Clean, busy ... If Bentley was anything like this then he didn't know what everyone else was getting on about. They left the train station immediately, weaving through the clusters of busy looking people and walking down the sidewalk for a short while -- it seemed -- before reaching a shade covered path to travel along. It felt kind of silly, walking in a group like this. A group of practically strangers [ specifically a dark haired woman he had never seen before ] off to ... do something. People were talking to each other but he tuned them out, eyes ahead. Oliver was usually a bit more social than this but he really couldn't stand most of anything right now, let alone pretending to care. He may have been more partial to try if Pierce and Sophie weren't around. Maybe he could make friends? After a while, his sour mood had turned lethargic and he just wanted to rest and think and maybe get back on the next train to Candlewood. Blah. The path faded away and they continued to walk. He had no idea where exactly they were going or how Bryan knew exactly [ he himself was a bit lost without his gps app ], but he followed along compliantly and eventually they reached an ugly looking inn. He hoped it was a bit more modern on the inside ... It wasn't. He clutched the straps of his backpack. ❝Alright, make room buddies among yourselves. I don't care who, just get on with it.❞ That was annoying ... Sure, most of them were young but they could figure something like that without prompting. He couldn't blame the guy though. Noëlle was his sister. Slowly but surely, they began to pair up. In the end the groups looked like so; Erik, Maria, Bryan, Julius Torvald, Evan, Lucas, Ryder Zoey, Estelle, Sophie, Dakota Dennis, Shane, Sasha, Pierce Freddie, Oliver, Quentin He didn't really have a preference on his group, so once their keys were gotten, he greeted them all and shuffled up the grand staircase [ why was this there ] to his room. He took the liberty of unlocking the door, and spent the next several minutes getting settled in.
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w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc Once the embarrassment faded, Dakota was left with an overall sour mood. There were a lot of people here, and paired with the remnants of adrenaline from earlier, she was feeling anxious. She walked until she found a pillar, out and away from the current of humans. It had a nice bit of shade going for it and Dakota wasn't really a fan of long amounts of sun exposure. She leaned against the wooden pillar and stretched out her spine, settling her suitcase out in front of her. Her lips were frozen in a frown and apart of her wanted to hop back on the train and see what the heck Blackmoore was all about. She resisted. Her fingertips were tingling at the memory of her freak out in the train. Gods, she could cry - but she wouldn't. Instead, she stood scowling, waiting for a plan to be made, or shared. The others weren't too far from her ... Suddenly, a warmth spread over her as an arm found it's way around her shoulder. She jumped, nearly panicking and elbowing the assailant in the face. 『 Are you better now?』 Erik. He was touching her. Dakota didn't like being touched. She shrugged his arm away and rested her skull against the pillar, glaring out in front of her. 『 ... Leave me alone.』 Her voice was flat and her chin dropped dramtically, sending jet black hair feathering over her face. 『 How did you get into my room?』 Obviously the tape wasn't meant to stop anyone, but she was frustrated. Who would pause when opening a door to walk into a room? He couldn't have gotten in without getting all messed up, without stopping and moving the tape before continuing to walk forward. Even then ... There was not a moment in her life she could remember not waking at the sound of peeling tape. It was hardwired into her. C o n s p i r a c y.
12 ♥ w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc Dakota couldn't function without peace of mind. Worry was crippling and actual fear was heart attack-inducing. She had no problem with other humans, as long as they didn't come across as threatening, but she absolutely loved being left alone - as long as her surroundings were in her control, of course. That being said, sleeping here was not an ideal predicament. Getting rid of a camera and cutting an audio cable wasn't nearly enough to protect her, but in situations like these, it was peace of mind that mattered. It was giving her brain a reason to shut up and stay calm. Of course, then, when she woke up and noticed a figure on the floor, her heart stopped pumping blood for a moment. Her face completely drained of color and her muscles went stiff. 『 A - aah. Um ... 』 Her breathing became wild, deep huffs of air - and her lungs felt like overfilled balloons with each gasp, straining and threatening to pop. She hadn't blinked since locking her gray eyes on the figure, and they were beginning to burn like fire and blur with tears. 『 Uuugh, oh, no. 』 If she didn't hurry, she was probably going to faint. ‹‹ ASSESSING THE SITUATION. ›› ⇨ AAAAH. ⇨ OH GOD WHEEZE, WHEEZE. ⇨ MY TAPE IS -- OH GOD -- STI-STILL THERE -- WHEEZE -- HUFF. GHOST? ⇨ I'M GOING TO -- UGH -- DIE. ⇨ HOW DID HE GET IN HERE? A SP-SPY? Fiercely, Dakota threw her blanket away. Her bag was snatched up, scissors grabbed and thrown open. Her eyes flashed. This was it. Life or death. The beginning or the end. Every moment in her miserable existence had led up to this point. Finally, she would get some answers. Her pale fingers wrapped around a chunk of the stranger's brown hair, yanking his head back and holding the sharp blades of her scissors to his neck. 『 WH-WHO SENT YOU? WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?! 』 Her voice cracked and squeaked towards the end. It had been a while since she yelled like this. She didn't even recognize her own voice! E x h i l a r a t i n g! She sat on top of him now, on his chest, fully prepared to slit his throat if he tried anything ... and then the train jolted and she was sent rolling. Her back slammed into the side of the seat and she yelped, dropping the scissors. Embarrassing! She scrambled about for the scissors, but by that time, the guy was stirring. Her heart lurched into her throat and her eyes went wide. ... Wait. Brown eyes met with her duller greys and her drained face immediately filled with a deep crimson color. 『 Erik ... ! 』 KILL ME. GODS, KILL ME NOW. Dakota scrambled to her feet, shyly tucking a lock of hair behind her ears and laughing nervously. What ... was she supposed to say? The scissors dropped and she quickly picked them back up, feeling buckets of shame. This was a disaster. Quietly and mouse like, she picked up her things. It was time to get off of the train. And off of the face of the planet. She apologized quietly - not even sure if he could hear her, and then, when he was ready, scurried off of the train and onto the platform.
Time to Go !♥
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 2 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ ❝Thank you, in that case.❞ It didn't sound sarcastic, but Oliver didn't really trust her. He rolled his shoulders and forced himself to relax. The conversation carried on, and she gave a little laugh at his question. ❝I'm going to, but . . . You're involved, too. Do you want her to hate you?❞ He pressed his lips together again and shifted uncomfortably. If he were completely honest with himself in the moment, he didn't want to be 'involved'. Ideally, either Pierce and him would work out out and things were relatively normal between them, or he carried on. He wasn't going to fight for her or anything. They had gone out twice, maybe three times if you counted the pizza-night, and worked together for a school project. That was hardly any reason to be in love. He was interested, not head-over-heels, and he wasn't about to fight over her with a girl. ❝Not exactly.❞ She shifted and for a moment, he thought he noticed an expression of pain flashing over her face. It left as soon as it came and he relaxed again. Something was up with her but it was none of his business. ❝Do you like Pierce, Oliver?❞ What kind of a question was that? She didn't expect him to answer, did she? He felt nervous, and laughed a little. Nope. It was hard enough telling someone he trusted how he felt, Sophie wasn't getting anything from him. The train jolted and his paranoia shot up inside of him again for a minute, before he realized they were there -- Whittlerose. He looked out of his window. The train station was bustling with people, unlike how it'd been at Candlewood. A voice played over the intercom alerting them that it was time to get off, unless you were going forward to Blackmoore. He stood up, crossing over to Sophie and grabbing his jacket. His backpack was slid onto his back and then he opened the doors to the cabin. ❝Time to go. Try not to faint again.❞ She didn't look like death anymore, so he was fine with leaving her there and stepping off of the train and onto the platform, waiting for the others.
Time to make a Kill Ghetto RP, I guess. GOOD JOB.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 2 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Sophie took a seat to the other side of him, and he was genuinely surprised that she hadn't left yet. He watched her for a moment before straightening his back out against his bench / couch thing, settling his eyes on his jacket, all of the way on the other side of the cabin. Her side. He wanted to bash his face against the floor to erase remnants of last night. Maybe he shouldn't be completely embarrassed, as it seemed Sophie had returned the favor. He had a blanket draped over him. He almost hadn't noticed it. ❝I'm sorry.❞ He wasn't sure what for. He watched her look down and pressed his lips together. ❝I was tired. Haha, drunk. I don't stumble when I'm drunk. Did you bring me here? I don't really remember what happened.❞ Oliver was uncomfortable with Sophie. After New Years, and after last night ... He couldn't really wrap his head around the situation, or closeness. ❝Tired? ... ❞ Tired his ass. He sighed and let it go. ❝I did. You fainted. I didn't want to leave you alone.❞ There was nothing sentimental about it [ maybe ]. He wasn't that horrible a person. ❝I think Pierce thinks we did something. ❞ He perked an eyebrow but it didn't take long for him to fit the pieces together. Pierce probably walked in on their sleeping arrangements somehow. She would jump to a conclusion like that, wouldn't she? Sleeping with Sophie didn't even make any sense. Unless it was hate sex, and even then he'd probably end up dead after. He fixed his shirt and twisted his necklace around to face the right away. ❝You should go fix it with her, don't you think?❞ His question sounded more like a low and impassive statement. Why was Sophie even still in here? She should be running too poor Pierce's side, making up for all of the horrible he had done. Fixing his fuck ups. He had a headache.
