Psst, we should try and play together at some point. [/scurries off]
Note: Noelle and Jonathan are now ... [/dramatic pause] ... Gone. Note: With the lights back on in the hospital, nurses and doctors will start to come back around in some minutes. Nobody will have any idea what you're talking about tho.
『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 33°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 1/1/2016 - 10:21AM ✖『DAY』 12 When she said she would see Professor Julius again soon, she hadn't really meant as soon as she woke up the next day. It was just such a compelling thought that she had herself up, fed, groomed and ready to leave home just an hour after waking. The quiet, warm house she had grown up in was beginning to lose it's appeal ... Noëlle found herself very attached to the consistent things in her life, and now that things out of her control had began slowly shifting and changing, she was looking for a new rock. A new point of stability. One that she would have to find within herself. It was time to get job, a car, and place of her own. Changes were long overdue. It's why Bryan was finally leaving her behind. She knew that so long as she had some kind of support system [ Professor Julius ] she could finally take the steps forward towards actual adulthood. It was scary, but she wasn't alone. Everyone had to grow up. Her talk with Professor Julius had been extremely motivating. He hadn't had to say much. It was enough to know that someone was there. So, today, she would go visit him in the hospital again to thank him. After the visit, she planned to stop by the grocery store and pick up some ingredients for cookies [ she would find out what his favorite ones were today ] and bake them for him. Maybe if Bryan was home, she would ask him to help. Thoughts of Bryan were coming a lot less frequently than they ever had before. Soon, she was almost afraid they'd stop coming completely. Like a frozen tied. It was ... strange, not thinking of him as romantically, but it was also a bit empowering. It made her feel like she was finally breaking away from that piece of her youth she never thought would leave her. Like she was finally growing ... Even though it hurt ... She was still a bit sore at Bryan for never exchanging his ticket for his second present. He clearly doesn't care. She would think to herself from time to time. But even the resentment was beginning to fade away! Along with such negativity would go her urge to smoke and drink, which she had died down on already once the major depression really kicked her ass. Instead of dwelling on some kind of pain in her chest or horrifying memories of 2013 before bed, she found herself thinking of all of the places she wanted to visit someday. She had already decided to unfollow the self-harm blogs she had gotten into after the talk with her mother a year ago, and now just a bit more angst-purging was necessary before she felt she'd really be alright. With a new job would probably come some serious therapy sessions ... She knew herself to be emotionally fickle enough to relapse, but she hoped she could make it until someone could help her. No, she WOULD make it. I'll always be around whenever you need help or anything...I'm not going anywhere for a very long time alright kiddo? Julius' voice rang through her head, and Noëlle nearly giggled in her spot on the bus, instead chewing down on her bottom lip and scrunching up her face to shoo the growing smile away. Despite all the talk of growing up, she felt like an elementary schooler again. Man, this is what is was supposed to feel like to have a crush! Not all of the angst that came with her feelings for Bryan-- wait. ❝A ... crush?❞ She breathed to herself. On ... Professor Julius? Heat flooded her cheeks and suddenly the thick, blue scarf around her neck felt like too much. Her knuckles went white as she clutched the snowy white bag in her lap, feeling the rumbling of the bus beneath her shoes. ❝Hm? What was that?❞ Came a voice at her side. Somehow, the bus was really crowded this morning. Commuters who weren't headed to work or lunch were probably heading to some New Year event. The man sitting next to her wore his own, darker scarf around his neck. His leather coat was snug firm around him and he had a matching hat on. Silvery green eyes stared at her curiously from behind a pair of glasses. ❝Oh, nothing, excuse me!❞ She turned to stare nervously outside at the snowy streets of Candlewood. The man went back to reading something on his electronic device. The most embarrassing part about it was that the man [ along with a two others ] ended up getting off at her stop. Her heart was pounding in her chest. He must of thought she was a crazy person! A crazy person heading to the mental analysis ward, or something. She took a deep breath of cold air and as soon as she was in the hospital, grabbed a small cup of water to calm herself down. Julius couldn't see her so flustered. ... She wondered what his marital status was. With that out of the way, she took the elevator up to Julius' floor. At first, she didn't find anything strange about the two people in front of her. Then, she took in the color of the man's scarf and perked an eyebrow. It was the same guy from the bus. That alone wasn't ... too weird, she guessed. Still, paranoia flared up inside of her and she waited a few seconds for him to disappear around the corner before pursuing him. Her chest tightened with anxiety as she tried her best to mute the sound of her shoes against the porcelain floors. The hallways were eerily silent ... She peered around the corner and watched as the two men stopped in front of Julius' door. Noëlle panicked. She reached into her bag to look for some kind of means to defend herself. Nothing but the vile of Cupid's Brew she purchased, though she didn't know why that was in there. What were they going to do? Why were there no doctors around? It was probably nothing -- . ❝You should have ran, little girl.❞ She was hiding behind the corner, and legs felt like jello. He hadn't turned back to see her ONCE while they were walking, there was no way he was talking to her. She just had to stay still ... Just had to be quiet. She took a step back ... The color drained out of her face as the man from before suddenly stepped out from around the corner to take her into view, staring at her with an exasperated expression. The second man was gone and before she could turn and run for the stairs, the lights went out and Noëlle screamed.
When she said she would see Professor Julius again soon, she hadn't really meant as soon as she woke up the next day. It was just such a compelling thought that she had herself up, fed, groomed and ready to leave home just an hour after waking. The quiet, warm house she had grown up in was beginning to lose it's appeal ... Noëlle found herself very attached to the consistent things in her life, and now that things out of her control had began slowly shifting and changing, she was looking for a new rock. A new point of stability. One that she would have to find within herself. It was time to get job, a car, and place of her own. Changes were long overdue. It's why Bryan was finally leaving her behind. She knew that so long as she had some kind of support system [ Professor Julius ] she could finally take the steps forward towards actual adulthood. It was scary, but she wasn't alone. Everyone had to grow up. Her talk with Professor Julius had been extremely motivating. He hadn't had to say much. It was enough to know that someone was there. So, today, she would go visit him in the hospital again to thank him. After the visit, she planned to stop by the grocery store and pick up some ingredients for cookies [ she would find out what his favorite ones were today ] and bake them for him. Maybe if Bryan was home, she would ask him to help. Thoughts of Bryan were coming a lot less frequently than they ever had before. Soon, she was almost afraid they'd stop coming completely. Like a frozen tied. It was ... strange, not thinking of him as romantically, but it was also a bit empowering. It made her feel like she was finally breaking away from that piece of her youth she never thought would leave her. Like she was finally growing ... Even though it hurt ... She was still a bit sore at Bryan for never exchanging his ticket for his second present. He clearly doesn't care. She would think to herself from time to time. But even the resentment was beginning to fade away! Along with such negativity would go her urge to smoke and drink, which she had died down on already once the major depression really kicked her ass. Instead of dwelling on some kind of pain in her chest or horrifying memories of 2013 before bed, she found herself thinking of all of the places she wanted to visit someday. She had already decided to unfollow the self-harm blogs she had gotten into after the talk with her mother a year ago, and now just a bit more angst-purging was necessary before she felt she'd really be alright. With a new job would probably come some serious therapy sessions ... She knew herself to be emotionally fickle enough to relapse, but she hoped she could make it until someone could help her. No, she WOULD make it.
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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Things were unfolding rather uncomfortably. Two girls one Oliver ... not to mention, Pierce's mother would likely be home at some point. He watched as Pierce eventually left his side to go ... err, tend to Sophie. While she did that, he took a step back and retreated to the bedroom to grab his plate out of her room. Making sure his keys were in the pocket of his jacket, he ran his fingers through his hair and breathed out. It was a long night. Their brief, awkward, stutter-filled night was a memorable one. He didn't exactly want to say good bye to them, because he found it melodramatic. He wasn't sure what to say or how to go about it, so he tried to be as cool and casual as he could. His feet carried him to the kitchen where he threw away leftovers and placed his plate in the sink, and then he went back to the front door to slip on his dried shoes. ❝I'm off, Pierce!❞ He called from the doorway. He felt like he was fleeing the scene and maybe he was. ❝It's late. Talk to you later. Happy New Year.❞ He didn't wait for a reply and closed the door behind him, moving straight for his car and backing out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. That was emotional and not cool at all. He drove home to see Reed's car in one of their designated parking space. He groaned and seriously considered sleeping in his car before finally dragging himself out. Once inside, he shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his shoes and went straight to his room. The door was locked and lights turned off before he plopped down onto his mattress and tried to get some sleep. Females were unnecessarily complicated. Maybe he should reach out and taste the rainbow a little bit.
Things were unfolding rather uncomfortably. Two girls one Oliver ... not to mention, Pierce's mother would likely be home at some point. He watched as Pierce eventually left his side to go ... err, tend to Sophie. While she did that, he took a step back and retreated to the bedroom to grab his plate out of her room. Making sure his keys were in the pocket of his jacket, he ran his fingers through his hair and breathed out. It was a long night. Their brief, awkward, stutter-filled night was a memorable one. He didn't exactly want to say good bye to them, because he found it melodramatic. He wasn't sure what to say or how to go about it, so he tried to be as cool and casual as he could. His feet carried him to the kitchen where he threw away leftovers and placed his plate in the sink, and then he went back to the front door to slip on his dried shoes. ❝I'm off, Pierce!❞ He called from the doorway. He felt like he was fleeing the scene and maybe he was. ❝It's late. Talk to you later. Happy New Year.❞ He didn't wait for a reply and closed the door behind him, moving straight for his car and backing out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. That was emotional and not cool at all. He drove home to see Reed's car in one of their designated parking space. He groaned and seriously considered sleeping in his car before finally dragging himself out. Once inside, he shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his shoes and went straight to his room. The door was locked and lights turned off before he plopped down onto his mattress and tried to get some sleep. Females were unnecessarily complicated. Maybe he should reach out and taste the rainbow a little bit.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ ❝I do.❞ Oliver's eyes lit up in the midst of his own pizza bite. That was good, he was glad. When he asked about her parents, she looked at him and he was afraid she was about to cry or give herself a stutter-induced seizure or something. Instead, she answered with a bit of anxiety in her voice. ❝Work. My - my mom always works holidays like these. It p - pays more.❞ She didn't mention her dad, but that was becoming less and less of a surprise these days. He leaned back and took another bite of pizza, thinking about his own family. ❝W - we could watch it n - now.❞ ❝Sounds good.❞ He grabbed the DVD from the counter and held it under his plate, grabbing her's as well. Once confident that he wouldn't drop anything, he pulled himself from the counter and trailed behind her as she lead them towards another area of the house. Then, she stopped. ❝U - um, m - my room might be b - better. The living room is... well... um... different.❞ ❝Different ...? I don't mind,❞ he mumbled. She either didn't hear him or didn't care, and turned a new way. ❝Well ... Okay.❞ He said, following behind her. ❝ I'll - I'll take the movie...❞ And she did, putting it into the DVD player and starting it. The room lit up with the before-the-movie previews, but Oliver was too busy controlling his wild heart rate. Pierce's room smelled of her. He remembered the scent, from their time at the box office -- when she'd arrive first. It was normal that it was smell like her but a girl's bedroom was ... He had never even been in Grace's room before. Aaaaaaaah. Timidly, he set their plates down on the bed, but kind of just stood by it until he was invited to sit or something because he was in her room tho. He was usually not so prepubescent 13-year-old but for some reason Pierce just made him feel less confident in himself. Like anything he did was going to traumatize her for life. He was still zoned out in his thoughts when Pierce fell to the ground. His shoulders tensed and he instantly thought he had done something wrong. Then, he took in the open bottle of rum, and the front of Pierce's black dress, and ... He was staring for a bit too long and he internally panicked, diverting his gaze with a heaving sigh. ❝... Um. You oka--?❞ ❝Sorry... It's just -- if you want to go, you d - don't have to stay... ❞ Her small, fragile voice reached his ears from her spot on the floor and his shoulders fell. Lips turned into a clear frown, he turned to her and resisted the urge to ball his hands up into fists at his side. ❝What do you want, Pierce? Do you want me to leave?❞ He asked, a bit more aggressively than he intended. His heart felt like it was trying to drill out of his chest, and though he sounded confident enough, his gaze wavered from her's again. ❝... Do you really ... Want me here, with you?❞ Am I just intruding? Am I making you uncomfortable? Do you hate me? CRASH!! Oliver turned towards the door. Her mom, maybe ... ? Or an intruder? Nah, it was probably nothing -- ... Suddenly, thoughts of the party flooded back into his mind ... Everyone dropping dead one by one. Was this the killer? BACK FOR MORE? ❝Stay quiet,❞ he told her, his own voice a whisper. He listened carefully over the sound of the movie's menu screen. ❝is that your mom?❞ Pierce shook her head, replying back softly. ❝No. Th-there's no way sh-she would be home y-yet.❞ He looked around the room, searching for some kind of weapon. Of course there was basically nothing of use. Maybe he could throw a pillow at the intruder to distract him. He groaned in frustration, circling around the bed. He was about to just grab and break the rum bottle, but then his vision locked onto the ... eccentric looking lamp sitting on the side table. That was useful! He unplugged it and crossed back to the door, giving Pierce a reassuring smirk like a typical shonen MC from an anime, before pulling the door open and exiting out into the hall. He had no idea where the sound had come from, so he headed to the most likely place -- the near the front door, the most obvious entrance. He'd start there and then continue until he found the source. His conclusion was overall anti-climatic, as as soon as he left the main hall with the lamp held high, ready to strike, he came into view with a ... disheveled looking Sophie. ❝Oh, ugh. It's you.❞ He hadn't said it in a rude way. He was mostly relieved. Oliver lowered the lamp and turned back to the hallway, calling for Pierce. ❝It's Sophie!❞ With the adrenaline fading, and Sophie's attention caught, he could actually register what she was wearing. He felt like he was going to drop dead, this was too much. He turned away with a red face, resting his forehead against one of the walls with exasperation.
❝I do.❞ Oliver's eyes lit up in the midst of his own pizza bite. That was good, he was glad. When he asked about her parents, she looked at him and he was afraid she was about to cry or give herself a stutter-induced seizure or something. Instead, she answered with a bit of anxiety in her voice. ❝Work. My - my mom always works holidays like these. It p - pays more.❞ She didn't mention her dad, but that was becoming less and less of a surprise these days. He leaned back and took another bite of pizza, thinking about his own family. ❝W - we could watch it n - now.❞ ❝Sounds good.❞ He grabbed the DVD from the counter and held it under his plate, grabbing her's as well. Once confident that he wouldn't drop anything, he pulled himself from the counter and trailed behind her as she lead them towards another area of the house. Then, she stopped. ❝U - um, m - my room might be b - better. The living room is... well... um... different.❞ ❝Different ...? I don't mind,❞ he mumbled. She either didn't hear him or didn't care, and turned a new way. ❝Well ... Okay.❞ He said, following behind her. ❝ I'll - I'll take the movie...❞ And she did, putting it into the DVD player and starting it. The room lit up with the before-the-movie previews, but Oliver was too busy controlling his wild heart rate. Pierce's room smelled of her. He remembered the scent, from their time at the box office -- when she'd arrive first. It was normal that it was smell like her but a girl's bedroom was ... He had never even been in Grace's room before. Aaaaaaaah. Timidly, he set their plates down on the bed, but kind of just stood by it until he was invited to sit or something because he was in her room tho. He was usually not so prepubescent 13-year-old but for some reason Pierce just made him feel less confident in himself. Like anything he did was going to traumatize her for life. He was still zoned out in his thoughts when Pierce fell to the ground. His shoulders tensed and he instantly thought he had done something wrong. Then, he took in the open bottle of rum, and the front of Pierce's black dress, and ... He was staring for a bit too long and he internally panicked, diverting his gaze with a heaving sigh. ❝... Um. You oka--?❞ ❝Sorry... It's just -- if you want to go, you d - don't have to stay... ❞ Her small, fragile voice reached his ears from her spot on the floor and his shoulders fell. Lips turned into a clear frown, he turned to her and resisted the urge to ball his hands up into fists at his side. ❝What do you want, Pierce? Do you want me to leave?❞ He asked, a bit more aggressively than he intended. His heart felt like it was trying to drill out of his chest, and though he sounded confident enough, his gaze wavered from her's again. ❝... Do you really ... Want me here, with you?❞ Am I just intruding? Am I making you uncomfortable? Do you hate me? CRASH!! Oliver turned towards the door. Her mom, maybe ... ? Or an intruder? Nah, it was probably nothing -- ... Suddenly, thoughts of the party flooded back into his mind ... Everyone dropping dead one by one. Was this the killer? BACK FOR MORE? ❝Stay quiet,❞ he told her, his own voice a whisper. He listened carefully over the sound of the movie's menu screen. ❝is that your mom?❞ Pierce shook her head, replying back softly. ❝No. Th-there's no way sh-she would be home y-yet.❞ He looked around the room, searching for some kind of weapon. Of course there was basically nothing of use. Maybe he could throw a pillow at the intruder to distract him. He groaned in frustration, circling around the bed. He was about to just grab and break the rum bottle, but then his vision locked onto the ... eccentric looking lamp sitting on the side table. That was useful! He unplugged it and crossed back to the door, giving Pierce a reassuring smirk like a typical shonen MC from an anime, before pulling the door open and exiting out into the hall. He had no idea where the sound had come from, so he headed to the most likely place -- the near the front door, the most obvious entrance. He'd start there and then continue until he found the source. His conclusion was overall anti-climatic, as as soon as he left the main hall with the lamp held high, ready to strike, he came into view with a ... disheveled looking Sophie. ❝Oh, ugh. It's you.❞ He hadn't said it in a rude way. He was mostly relieved. Oliver lowered the lamp and turned back to the hallway, calling for Pierce. ❝It's Sophie!❞ With the adrenaline fading, and Sophie's attention caught, he could actually register what she was wearing. He felt like he was going to drop dead, this was too much. He turned away with a red face, resting his forehead against one of the walls with exasperation.
『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 31°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/31/2015 - 9:02 PM ✖『DAY』 11 ❝Its alright to be scared Noelle...I have to admit that even I'm quite upset about the investigation about the death...they couldn't have just died all of a sudden like that...❞Noëlle felt sick.❝but still...being afraid is one thing, but what will moving away solve? where will you go? what will you do...its sad but death comes for all...I know its hard to believe...and me simply telling you this may not even be helpful at all...but you need to believe that things will be alright...be aware of caution, but don't let the fear run your life.❞ When Julius reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, her entire face lit up like a firework and her body felt ten degrees hotter. ❝Living a life filled with fear is like not living at all...everything will be alright..you, Bryan...and me....we won't be going anywhere...❞ He smiled and she returned it, sighing and feeling a bit more at ease despite things. ❝I'll always be around whenever you need help or anything...I'm not going anywhere for a very long time alright kiddo?❞ Her bag fell from her lap as she stood. It was an action she didn't think much about, but before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around Julius as best as they could be and she was giving him a gentle hug, holding back from completely breaking down -- as she could do that later -- and sniffling instead. ❝Thank you ...❞ The hug lasted an awkward amount of time, despite her contentedness with it, and when she pulled away she found her eyes sleepy and her face flushed. ❝You're right,❞ she breathed, wiping away a stray tear before it could fall to her chin. ❝I can't just be afraid of everything, I guess ... It was all just getting to me.❞ She lifted her big blue eyes and sighed out any remnants of negativity, bending over to grab her bag and place it back onto her lap. ❝Thanks, Professor! I haven't felt this good in a while. You always know what to say.❞ They chatted for a bit more about casual things, but it was getting late. After a few more minutes, she stood up reluctantly. ❝I have to go before the buses stop running, but I'll try to visit you more often ... I hope you get out, soon.❞ She frowned, realizing that she had -- again -- neglected to ask him what exactly had happened. Meh, it didn't matter, as long as he recovered.❝Feel better! See you soon.❞ She gave him a wave and one more smile before stepping out of the hospital. When the door clicked closed behind her she nearly collapsed to the ground, her free hand clutching the red, festive fabric over her rapidly beating chest. Her heart felt like it was about to burst! Good thing she was in a hospital. ❝Oh, god.❞ After a few seconds of recovery, she was off to the bathroom, where she splashed her reddened face with water and gave herself a mini-pep talk over how ridiculous she was being. She hadn't gotten flustered like this with anyone except for Bryan and it was pissing her off that she didn't understand why it was happening now. Finally, when she felt like it was safe enough to leave the hospital, she was off back into the cold and waiting for the bus to come. -- When she got home, she sat outside on the porch playing with some sparklers for a bit, and then got herself something to eat. Eventually, she hopped into bed and fell asleep quickly.
❝Its alright to be scared Noelle...I have to admit that even I'm quite upset about the investigation about the death...they couldn't have just died all of a sudden like that...❞Noëlle felt sick.❝but still...being afraid is one thing, but what will moving away solve? where will you go? what will you do...its sad but death comes for all...I know its hard to believe...and me simply telling you this may not even be helpful at all...but you need to believe that things will be alright...be aware of caution, but don't let the fear run your life.❞ When Julius reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, her entire face lit up like a firework and her body felt ten degrees hotter. ❝Living a life filled with fear is like not living at all...everything will be alright..you, Bryan...and me....we won't be going anywhere...❞ He smiled and she returned it, sighing and feeling a bit more at ease despite things. ❝I'll always be around whenever you need help or anything...I'm not going anywhere for a very long time alright kiddo?❞ Her bag fell from her lap as she stood. It was an action she didn't think much about, but before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around Julius as best as they could be and she was giving him a gentle hug, holding back from completely breaking down -- as she could do that later -- and sniffling instead. ❝Thank you ...❞ The hug lasted an awkward amount of time, despite her contentedness with it, and when she pulled away she found her eyes sleepy and her face flushed. ❝You're right,❞ she breathed, wiping away a stray tear before it could fall to her chin. ❝I can't just be afraid of everything, I guess ... It was all just getting to me.❞ She lifted her big blue eyes and sighed out any remnants of negativity, bending over to grab her bag and place it back onto her lap. ❝Thanks, Professor! I haven't felt this good in a while. You always know what to say.❞ They chatted for a bit more about casual things, but it was getting late. After a few more minutes, she stood up reluctantly. ❝I have to go before the buses stop running, but I'll try to visit you more often ... I hope you get out, soon.❞ She frowned, realizing that she had -- again -- neglected to ask him what exactly had happened. Meh, it didn't matter, as long as he recovered.❝Feel better! See you soon.❞ She gave him a wave and one more smile before stepping out of the hospital. When the door clicked closed behind her she nearly collapsed to the ground, her free hand clutching the red, festive fabric over her rapidly beating chest. Her heart felt like it was about to burst! Good thing she was in a hospital. ❝Oh, god.❞ After a few seconds of recovery, she was off to the bathroom, where she splashed her reddened face with water and gave herself a mini-pep talk over how ridiculous she was being. She hadn't gotten flustered like this with anyone except for Bryan and it was pissing her off that she didn't understand why it was happening now. Finally, when she felt like it was safe enough to leave the hospital, she was off back into the cold and waiting for the bus to come. -- When she got home, she sat outside on the porch playing with some sparklers for a bit, and then got herself something to eat. Eventually, she hopped into bed and fell asleep quickly.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Immediately following his first step into the house, Oliver removed his wet shoes. He watched Pierce walk to a new area and followed shortly behind her, taking in his new surroundings and trying to stop himself from feeling so guilty, some how. This new room was the kitchen, so he placed the box of pizza down on the counter the seemed more suited for it, and held tightly onto the DVD. ❝Th-thanks for the p-pizza,❞ she stuttered, avoiding his gaze. ❝Y-you d-didn't have to c-come.❞ He stepped back to allow her more room for grabbing the plates, and watched as she set them down, glanced at him, and then turned away. His lips pressed together. After a few moments of silence, he forced out a response. ❝I know.❞ The next silence was quickly cut short by the clanking of the plates against the counter. He internally cringed, but just found himself feeling ... awful. Pierce didn't seem so bad now. Not as slurry as she had been over the phone ... so had he come for no reason? Was this just an excuse to see her? To not be entirely alone on New Years Eve? He wasn't ... using her, was he? He didn't want to use her. Man, he felt so bad now and her stuttering was just making him feel like a rapist. Please stop. ❝D-did you find it here ok-kay?❞ ❝Yep, no problems. You're close by.❞ He looked away himself and clicked his tongue, feeling awkward. The awkwardness was relieved a bit when she brought him some apple juice, which made him want to laugh -- but he wasn't sure how she'd take it so he refrained and took a sip and sank back into feeling uncomfortable. ❝S-so... you br-brought a mooovie?❞ Finally, she sat down, letting him know it was okay to do the same with his slice of piza. He followed her and took a seat, slapping down his BlueBox copy of 'THE WHITEBOARD'. It was about a young girl who could communicate with restless spirits using her ~ special whiteboard ~. Interesting enough concept, but really corny poster art and it looked like it had terrible actors in it. ❝Yeah, but it's okay if you don't want to watch it.❞ He shrugged. ❝... Where are your parents?❞ He hoped it didn't come across too forward, but he was curious.
Immediately following his first step into the house, Oliver removed his wet shoes. He watched Pierce walk to a new area and followed shortly behind her, taking in his new surroundings and trying to stop himself from feeling so guilty, some how. This new room was the kitchen, so he placed the box of pizza down on the counter the seemed more suited for it, and held tightly onto the DVD. ❝Th-thanks for the p-pizza,❞ she stuttered, avoiding his gaze. ❝Y-you d-didn't have to c-come.❞ He stepped back to allow her more room for grabbing the plates, and watched as she set them down, glanced at him, and then turned away. His lips pressed together. After a few moments of silence, he forced out a response. ❝I know.❞ The next silence was quickly cut short by the clanking of the plates against the counter. He internally cringed, but just found himself feeling ... awful. Pierce didn't seem so bad now. Not as slurry as she had been over the phone ... so had he come for no reason? Was this just an excuse to see her? To not be entirely alone on New Years Eve? He wasn't ... using her, was he? He didn't want to use her. Man, he felt so bad now and her stuttering was just making him feel like a rapist. Please stop. ❝D-did you find it here ok-kay?❞ ❝Yep, no problems. You're close by.❞ He looked away himself and clicked his tongue, feeling awkward. The awkwardness was relieved a bit when she brought him some apple juice, which made him want to laugh -- but he wasn't sure how she'd take it so he refrained and took a sip and sank back into feeling uncomfortable. ❝S-so... you br-brought a mooovie?❞ Finally, she sat down, letting him know it was okay to do the same with his slice of piza. He followed her and took a seat, slapping down his BlueBox copy of 'THE WHITEBOARD'. It was about a young girl who could communicate with restless spirits using her ~ special whiteboard ~. Interesting enough concept, but really corny poster art and it looked like it had terrible actors in it. ❝Yeah, but it's okay if you don't want to watch it.❞ He shrugged. ❝... Where are your parents?❞ He hoped it didn't come across too forward, but he was curious.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 1 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ He was considering going to sleep early when his phone vibrated. He turned away from the Dancing Fails Compilation playing on Youtube and grabbed his phone off of his side table. She was definitely ... drunk, or something. He couldn't help but smile a little. Drunk Pierce, texting him, cute ... But then he began to worry, and that worry grew and grew until he felt he should do something about it. So he called her. When she picked up, he breathed a sigh of relief. ❝Oliverrr?❞ Too cute. His face kept going from a small smile to a frown, back and forth with each conflicting emotion. It was horrible. Had it not been for the recent deaths, he would not be feeling so paranoid that some terrible fate would befall her. ❝Are you alright?❞ He finally asked, leaning further back into his chair and hoping the passing of an airplane above his apartment complex didn't drown him out. ❝... Hmmmmmmm. Maybe. Why? ❞ ❝You sound ... well ... drunk. I ... Was worried? I guess? I mean. Do you ... Need me to come over?❞ It was an uncomfortable offer, he had to admit. He felt like a creeper. He wasn't preying on her or anything, but he was afraid she would think so. ❝Worried? ... ... ... Come ... over? I don't--I don't have to b-be alone then... rrrright? ❞ Was she that worried about being alone? Where were her parents? He pressed his lips together. This was just a bad situation all around. She must of been lonely ... They could keep each other company, maybe. ❝Right.❞ ❝Okay~ Near Jimmie'ssss. The-the pizza place on... um... Lannnncaster. The blue house. Five-Nine-Threeee-Four. ❞ He sighed, grumbled a thank you and a see-you-soon, and was off. -- lazy time skip because jayn is a derp -- Pierce's house was actually just about ten minutes away from his apartments. Instead of heading straight there, he stopped by Jimmie's and got them a pizza, in case she was hungry. He picked up a couple of sodas too, and rented a dumb looking movie from the BlueBox. Once back in his car, he rounded the corner and looked for the blue house. Oliver parked on the side of the street and stepped out into the frosty air. It was warming up a bit, but not enough to melt the lakes ... They would still be able to go ice skating outside, which he was glad for. The last time they had gone was a bit crowded because of Christmas, but this time would be different. A bit more ... intimate ... not that that mattered ... It's not like she had asked him out on a date. They weren't dating, hah, pff, aaah. He knocked on the door with his foot and waited for her to open.
He was considering going to sleep early when his phone vibrated. He turned away from the Dancing Fails Compilation playing on Youtube and grabbed his phone off of his side table. She was definitely ... drunk, or something. He couldn't help but smile a little. Drunk Pierce, texting him, cute ... But then he began to worry, and that worry grew and grew until he felt he should do something about it. So he called her. When she picked up, he breathed a sigh of relief. ❝Oliverrr?❞ Too cute. His face kept going from a small smile to a frown, back and forth with each conflicting emotion. It was horrible. Had it not been for the recent deaths, he would not be feeling so paranoid that some terrible fate would befall her. ❝Are you alright?❞ He finally asked, leaning further back into his chair and hoping the passing of an airplane above his apartment complex didn't drown him out. ❝... Hmmmmmmm. Maybe. Why? ❞ ❝You sound ... well ... drunk. I ... Was worried? I guess? I mean. Do you ... Need me to come over?❞ It was an uncomfortable offer, he had to admit. He felt like a creeper. He wasn't preying on her or anything, but he was afraid she would think so. ❝Worried? ... ... ... Come ... over? I don't--I don't have to b-be alone then... rrrright? ❞ Was she that worried about being alone? Where were her parents? He pressed his lips together. This was just a bad situation all around. She must of been lonely ... They could keep each other company, maybe. ❝Right.❞ ❝Okay~ Near Jimmie'ssss. The-the pizza place on... um... Lannnncaster. The blue house. Five-Nine-Threeee-Four. ❞ He sighed, grumbled a thank you and a see-you-soon, and was off.
『WEATHER』 CLOUDY, COLD 31°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/31/2015 - 8 somethin PM ✖『DAY』 11 ❝Ah, Noelle...good to see you. No need to apologize!❞ She smiled, loosening up a bit more, but the smile weakened when she watched him try and sit up. This was awful. ❝guhhh....sitting around ans staying still....such a hard task for me. But regardless I'm doing fine and my wounds are starting to feel much better.❞ ❝That's good ...❞ Noëlle's voice trailed off a bit and she looked down at her hands, fidgeting in thought. ❝Nonetheless, how have you been Noelle? sorry for not being able to answer your call that one time...you know...accident and all...hope it wasn't anything important.❞ Her head lifted. She had called him, hadn't hadn't she? She had nearly forgotten about that night ... about her leaving the party ... if she hadn't ... A hand lifted to her mouth and she masked a gag with a cough, several 'what-if' scenarios running through her head, and then the enormous weight of guilt falling down onto her for not attending the victims funerals. ❝I've been ...❞ Lie. Lie. LIE! Liiiie! Her head shook and red strands of hair whipped against her flushed cheeks lightly. When did it get so hard to talk to people? She used to be so good at it! Well, good enough! Finally, she sighed out heavily and leaned back in her chair. ❝I've been stressed. Worried. Today was the funeral. I don't know if you know about that ... I just feel like two years ago is about to repeat itself.❞ It sounded silly coming out of her mouth, but she had already revved herself up. In case he didn't know, she made sure to recap what she had heard about the Bennett incident. ❝They're dead and nobody really seems to care! There's even a party tonight -- I'm not going but, you know. Nobody knows how they died, either. It's just scary. I want to get out of this town and away from these people!❞ She was shaking. ❝I just feel like I'm going to ... die. If not me, Bryan. If not him, you. I just want to get out of here ...❞
❝Ah, Noelle...good to see you. No need to apologize!❞ She smiled, loosening up a bit more, but the smile weakened when she watched him try and sit up. This was awful. ❝guhhh....sitting around ans staying still....such a hard task for me. But regardless I'm doing fine and my wounds are starting to feel much better.❞ ❝That's good ...❞ Noëlle's voice trailed off a bit and she looked down at her hands, fidgeting in thought. ❝Nonetheless, how have you been Noelle? sorry for not being able to answer your call that one time...you know...accident and all...hope it wasn't anything important.❞ Her head lifted. She had called him, hadn't hadn't she? She had nearly forgotten about that night ... about her leaving the party ... if she hadn't ... A hand lifted to her mouth and she masked a gag with a cough, several 'what-if' scenarios running through her head, and then the enormous weight of guilt falling down onto her for not attending the victims funerals. ❝I've been ...❞ Lie. Lie. LIE! Liiiie! Her head shook and red strands of hair whipped against her flushed cheeks lightly. When did it get so hard to talk to people? She used to be so good at it! Well, good enough! Finally, she sighed out heavily and leaned back in her chair. ❝I've been stressed. Worried. Today was the funeral. I don't know if you know about that ... I just feel like two years ago is about to repeat itself.❞ It sounded silly coming out of her mouth, but she had already revved herself up. In case he didn't know, she made sure to recap what she had heard about the Bennett incident. ❝They're dead and nobody really seems to care! There's even a party tonight -- I'm not going but, you know. Nobody knows how they died, either. It's just scary. I want to get out of this town and away from these people!❞ She was shaking. ❝I just feel like I'm going to ... die. If not me, Bryan. If not him, you. I just want to get out of here ...❞
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She wondered where he was going but didn't have the time to ask, not that she would have. Her bag was dug into for the house key, and she trudged inside as soon as the door was pushed opened. Ms. Chambers wasn't around, and for a second that bothered her. It was better this way, maybe. No one was here, so she could unleash -- and there would be nothing to interrupt the silence. She nearly slipped on her way to her bedroom, her shoes wet from ambling over the thin sheet of ice in the parking lot. It didn't help that tears were fogging up her vision. She felt disoriented, and internally explosive. [i]Ugh ... [/i] The bag was thrown onto her bed and then she was kneeling down beside it, pulling up her mattress to hastily grab at one of the journals. Usually, she was mildly OCD about her entry placement -- but she didn't care this morning. The book was opened and a light pink gel pen was grabbed hastily from her desk, her force knocking over the circular container it was held in and spilling the contents. Her fingers grazed over the mouse of her laptop, awakening it from 'sleep mode'. Annoying ... It didn't matter. She knelt down at her bedside again, at first, and then ended up in a more comfortable position, legs folded beneath her and back arched against the frame of the bed. She flipped through the pages rapidly until she found a blank one, and then began to date and title as usual. [color=#febca7][font=Brush Script MT][size=6][center][color=#febca7][color=white]JOURNAL[/color] #??[/color] [color=#e26a6a]✿[/color] [color=#febca7][color=white]PAGE[/color] 42[/color] [color=#e26a6a]✿[/color] [color=#febca7][color=white]DATE[/color] - 12.20.15[/color][/center][/size][center] [img]http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/284/9/5/sweet_ness_heart_divider__4_by_gasara-d5hgnvp.gif[/img][/center][/font] [font=French Script MT] [size=23px]I don't know what to do. Everything is wrong? I feel like there's something seriously fu[size=19px]cked[/size] up with me, but I don't know what to do about it. It isn't something you can just ask for advice with. Like, I can't just say 'hey, someone help, I'm in love with my brother'. You can't do that, and it's not like I can tell him that either. Weird. I can tell him that I'm pretty much responsible for the Camp 2013 deaths, but I can't tell him I love him. It's not like I want to love him. It's really not like that. Today, he took me out for breakfast. I was really excited about it. It felt like things would improve ... Unrealistic, but it felt like maybe this breakfast would fix things. Instead, I made it all worse. He asked me how I was feeling and I told him the truth. I told him about what I had done, too. That was an accident but it happened and he got angry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Is it ... a mental illness? What stops people from falling in love with their family members? Whatever it is, I don't have it. When I think of Bryan romantically there is no disgust. I just ... I imagine it's similar for most people who are in love with someone? I think of him and I feel ... happy. It's kind of like when you're having a horrible day at school or work, but you have something great to go home to so it makes everything so much easier to deal with. It's like that, but it's not a day, it's life. I don't have the worst life. I know that. But I don't really feel like there's any point in me being here, either. It was different in middle and high school, but lately I just feel really purposeless. I can socialize just fine, but nothing lasts that long. All throughout elementary school I would make friends and then something would ... happen. I never really fought with anyone, but it was just like one day we weren't so close anymore, and eventually we'd stop talking all together. Then middle school. High school. People know my name, say hello. I smoked pot with a regularly crowd people in my junior year. Partied, too. But that was it. The only person I ever really opened up and formed a deep closeness with is Bryan. Everything went to hell somehow. I should have stopped myself back when it started. I thought of Bryan and I getting married. It was silly, but it made me happy. Never having to be away from my big brother. Mom used to think it was cute. Then I got older and it went from just marriage to the whole build up of things. I wanted him to take me to my dances in school. I wanted him to be my first kiss. Then, years later, I started to think of him while I did ... 'things' ... and it turned into wanting him to be my first time. Somewhere romantic. Going out on dates together, having him tell me he loved me and knowing he really meant it, the way I do. Then I just started getting angry when acquaintances of mine admitted to having a crush on him or something. I guess I became possessive. Like, I'd rather him be alone and never see him with anyone, than for him to be with someone else. It's because I know we'll never be together. He'll never love me. He can't. He won't. I'm his sister, that's it. That's the closest we'll ever be. He'll get married, have children. He'll move along with his life and I'll just be his sister. He'll never know how I feel. He'll never understand. It's so much deeper than some stupid unrequited love s[i]hit[/i]. There is NO chance. There is NO hope for him and I. There's literally nothing. Every shred of joy he brings me is nothing but a distraction in the fuc[i]ck[/i]ing end because [font=mistral]WE'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN THIS!![/font] It's [font=mistral]IMPOSSIBLE[/font] and on top of that, there is no one to talk to about it, because I'm a [font=mistral]FREAK[/font]. It's easy to say 'my crush doesn't love me back' boo-f[i]u[/i]cking-hoo. It's okay to confess to someone you love and be rejected. You can gain strength from that. You can move on and never have to see them again, if you want. I can't do that ... No matter what happens ... I'll see him around. Around the house, until he moves out. Then, at family gatherings. Even if he went away forever, mom would have pictures of him all around. I'd see him when I looked at her, or my other family members. He'll always be my big brother and I [/size][/font][/color][font=Brush Script MT][size=19px][/size][/font] [center][img]http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/284/9/5/sweet_ness_heart_divider__4_by_gasara-d5hgnvp.gif[/img][/center] [size=2][color=#208C9A]❝[/color][/size][color=White]Fu[color=white]ck[/color]![/color][size=2][color=#208C9A]❞[/color][/size] She threw the pen and ripped the hat she had been wearing off, her trembling fingers raking through her deep red hair. The page of her journal darkened where tears fell. [size=2][color=#208C9A]❝[/color][/size][color=White][size=2]He d-doesn't even ...[/size][/color][size=2][color=#208C9A]❞[/color][/size] The book was tossed under her bed, and she toppled forward slowly into a fetal position, burying her face into her knees with a heavy sob. It wasn't very often that Noëlle entertained dark, abysmal thoughts. A bit more often as of late, if she thought about it ... Right now she just felt so lost and disgusting. It would be better, she thought, if she had never been born. If she never existed. It would be better for her to just go off and die somewhere! [ She didn't really think that was true, especially when she thought of what that would do to her mother ]. [i][color=white]PING [/color]![/i] As she cried, her stomach began to cramp. Her arms wrapped around herself and she struggled to gain back her composure. Man, she was really ... ridiculously pathetic lately. [i][color=white]PING [/color]![/i] When she could breathe steadily enough not to trigger a panic attack, her palms pushed against the carpet and she push herself back into a sitting position. Her eyes stared forward blankly, boring into a bookcase she and Bryan had build together years ago. When was the last time she read a good book ...? [i][color=white]PING [/color]![/i] [size=2][color=#208C9A]❝[/color][/size][color=White]Oh my [i]god[/i] ...[/color][size=2][color=#208C9A]❞[/color][/size] Her coarse tone cut through the silence and she stood with an irritated grumble, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand and sniffing. She crossed back over to her desk, where her laptop sat, glaring brightly at her. Her eyes squinted and back curved to take in the contents of the screen. A webpage for a band she had been researching remained, but an annoying ad had popped up at some point, [ which was odd, she had AdStopper installed ]. The 'ping' was some kind of stupid alert. Upon further inspection, she nearly collapsed. It was an ad for Cupid's Brew. The stupid love potion crap she had purchased two years ago. A low, husky chuckle which soon turned into full blown laughter left her lips. She had never worked up the nerve used it and then it had expired [ which was annoying ]. How funny that it would show up now! Well, it wasn't funny. It was ridiculous. The quieting laughter was on the verge of morphing into another crying session when Noëlle impulsively clicked the ad. The webpage was a bit sleeker than she had remembered it being. No more Comic Sans. That was a plus. She took a seat and began to scroll through ... [/indent][font=Corbel][color=#FEBCA7][/justify][/color][/font][color=#FEBCA7][/color][/color][/font]
『WEATHER』 ICY, COLD 32°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 12/31/2015 - UH... PM ✖『DAY』 11 Hospitals were always oddly comforting to her. Seeing people she looked admitted was never fun, of course, but she didn't think about all of the death and pain that was associated with the building. She thought about the nurses and doctors who had devoted their lives to healing and all of the medications and treatments meant to help the sick and injured. She felt comfortable there, in the warm, white halls. For a moment, she thought that maybe she should try and become a doctor or a nurse. Then she remembered how attached she became to people. It ... wouldn't be a good idea. The long hall stretched out to an elevator, where she road to a higher floor. Julius' room would be down the hall, around the corner and to her right, if she remembered correctly. Each step that brought her closer to his hospital room increased the pressure she was feeling against her chest. She was nervous, which was strange, because it wasn't as if she was afraid of Julius or anything, and she had just seen him. Coming to see him alone after all that had happened ... It would do her well to see him. To really get a chance to talk to him, especially about moving. It was better than going to that party at least. She had a bad feeling ... She wondered if Bryan would go. ❝Knock, knock?❞The tone of her voice was soft and tentative. She didn't want to wake Julius up if he was sleeping, but that proved useless when she noticed him rousing as soon as she closed the door behind her. When she entered the hospital room, the steady beeping of the heart monitor calmed her nerves. She took a seat at Professor Julius' bed side and place her bag in her lap. ❝Sorry ... How are you feeling?❞
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « ooc ♠ :♔ His phone vibrated in his pocket and he finished scanning over the memorial before reading the message. Pierce. His head lifted just as Erik was walking up on stage and he searched the room for her, finding her on the other side. His nose crinkled up a bit at how far she was but he simply slouched further into his seat and texted back. Message From: Piercehey, are you okayover there? Message To: PierceI'm fine. ... Are you alright? Are you going to the party?He stopped himself from asking why she had sat so far away, or mentioning his extreme angst at the situation. Instead, he turned his attention back up to Erik right as he finished. The clear sobbing from the families was gut wrenching and he found himself anxious to get the hell out of here as soon as it was over. Trovald stepped up and Oliver couldn't help but wonder why neither Sophie nor Lucas were up there. He listened politely [ though he found himself tuning out every so often, wondering what had happened to Trovald to make him this way ] but then his speech changed and he seemed ... normal? It depressed Oliver more ... He was biting his lip when the speech ended, and watched silently as tearful family members began to move up to the front ...♔ timeskip: party time Oliver wasn't going to the party. Too sad, too angry. Instead, he decided to start moving himself back to his apartment with Reed. The stay at his uncle's had done him a lot of good, but if he was planning on ever getting out of his dependent funk, it was time to go. His car was reloaded with his things once he arrived, and he had a small chat with his uncle before finally heading out. Reed wasn't home so there was no interrogation to endure. A meal was made and eaten alone, and then he found himself in bed staring up at the ceiling. He thought about logging on to see if Mary was around but didn't. Technically they were still 'together' after all, but she hadn't made an effort to text so why should he check on her?
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he finished scanning over the memorial before reading the message. Pierce. His head lifted just as Erik was walking up on stage and he searched the room for her, finding her on the other side. His nose crinkled up a bit at how far she was but he simply slouched further into his seat and texted back.
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HMM ...
SAO was interesting enough for me to watch. The fight scenes were great, the animation was lovely, and I was genuinely interested in what would happen at the end. The execution of it all was just ... bad, imo, and I disliked all of the characters aside from Lisbeth [ yes, even Asuna. I can not stand her. ] None of the romance really made any sense to me except for maybe the incest, but of course the incest was not 'real' incest, pff. It feels incomplete to me, and it is, so I don't know if there's more to come. I don't know how it got so blown up. It was nice to watch [ and I watched it with someone else which made it more interesting/fun ], but nothing extraordinary, as stated.
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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « [ WEARING ] ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « TIME: 2:43pm♠ :♔ A funeral. He didn't want to go, but he felt like he should. He hadn't really left his house at all since the ... incident. It was a bit of an understatement to say he was disturbed about the whole thing. Depression hung over him like a cloud, but he wasn't the type to stay down under for long. Pierce was helping a lot more than he'd like to admit. They didn't text every second, but often enough that he didn't feel completely shut off from the world. They would be going ice skating again after New Years. He had been completely caught off guard when she invited him to go, but accepted eagerly. He looked forward to it. Now was the time for sadness, though. The funeral. He didn't necessarily understand it, but it was a joint one. Maybe it was easier on the parents to do it this way, and for the guests, but in any case -- all of the bodies would be buried at the end of the day and all of the families would be gathered together. A funeral is a good place mourn, his brother had always told him. You get it all out with everyone else. It's okay to cry at a funeral. Then, once you've said good bye ...It didn't feel so easy though. There was absolutely no closure for him regarding the case and accusations. Something had gone on in that house. It was a tragedy, but not some kind of freak accident, he was sure of it! He wanted answers. He needed them. How frustrating ... He arrived at the funeral home and sat in his car for a bit, staring at his his phone and wondering if Pierce would be coming. It would be weird to text her about a funeral like it was a party or something, so he refrained. Instead, he tucked his cell phone away and got out of the car. Once inside of the funeral home, he received a memorial folder and took a seat, scanning over it to waste time until three.
The man being arrested didn't make much sense to me, even reading further into the story. He was playing his music and filming them, apparently, and was arrested for 'interfering with the police'. He put his dog in his car before going willingly with police, but the dog jumped out of the window to defend him. I understand it's not a pretty thing to watch, but before more of you not actually watching what happens jump to the conclusion that the dog violently charged at the police officer or something, I would like to point out that it didn't. It jumped out of the window, and barked at the police. The police officer drew his gun and stepped towards the dog, and the dog jumped up. The owner yelled at the dog, and the dog backed down. The police officer, for some reason, decides to reach out for the dog and the dog responds by jumping up in defense. The police officer proceeds to shoot it over and over again. I don't really know what to think about this. Having a dog myself, it kind of ... well. It's kind of depressing. I know my dog would probably try and defend me, but he's harmless. He barks and jumps, maybe would nip in a dangerous situation, but that's about it. If I were in this situation and they shot my dog for harmlessly trying to protect me [ this dog did go at the police officer a bit, but it was clearly very nervous and backed off ], I'd be pretty heartbroken. I wish they would have done something else. I just don't understand why the dog was shot at all, let alone intentionally killed??? There were other options. So far I'm not seeing any reason for them to have arrested the man to begin with, but they could have left the dog alone and gotten into the car or whatever. It didn't have to die, from what I've seen.But maybe there's more to it.
Start the day from arriving at the funeral, please.
