Richard Carver: {---Day 15 (3/5)---Date: October 6th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Sore---Ooc: N/A} Richard woke up that day and was about to get out of bed when he realized he had slight trouble moving. As unwilling as he was to get up out of bed he finally did. All the while he felt pain surge through his body and realized why he was in such pain. Yesterday, in his exercising efforts to forget all of his unsettling troubles, he realized he had overexerted himself and ended up with his sore muscles now. "Crap." He was not pleased with this development and knew that mentally and physically he wasn't going to be able to go fencing today. That bothered him. Regardless he went along with his day as usual, minus the fencing. Austin was wanting to check up on him, but Richard shot down any form of Austin trying to invite himself over. Other people usually weren't the cure to his problems and Austin's usually jovial nature probably wouldn't do him any favors. Richard was the type of person who could always solve his problems himself and so he wasn't going to try and drag anyone else into it. He pulled out two frozen waffles out of the freezer and didn't even bother to heat them. He simply sat down, turned on the TV, and ate away.
♐ Pick up the brat and go through the only door in the room.
Save Game ♐ Observe room.
♐ Roll over.
♐ Open the triangle > trapezoid > circle chest.
Richard had spent a good few hours at the fitness center for the day. By the end of it he was panting due to the exhaustion brought on by his constant running, because he hadn't actually stopped during that time he was there. For a few minutes he just stood there, next to his treadmill, unable to move. He ended over exerting himself, which was never a good thing, in an effort to stop his thoughts from racing through his mind. Thankfully it had actually worked and for most of the day he had actually had all thoughts pertaining to his dreams and other things pushed out of his mind. Regardless, his body wasn't an endless running machine and once he finally recovered he walked out of the fitness center to carry on with the rest of his day. He drove around town aimlessly, not actually sure of what to do for the rest of the day until he remembered he had to go get more food. He drove to a nearby convenience store and just walked in. After browsing the isles, he just bought some potato chips and instant noodles, the perfect food for an adult male getting back from exercise. Some soda never hurt either. After paying for his food of champions he went home to simply lounge the day away. Unfortunately once he got home, all the unsettling things dawned on him again. With a sigh he continued on with his day. He waited about an hour before he actually ate and shortly, with nothing left to do, went to his usual restless sleep for the night.
♐ WATER, EARTH, FIRE, AIR
❝CHECK INVENTORY? Y/N❞ Y ASK THE LITTLE GIRL [ TWO ] QUESTIONS: How did you know two switches were going to kill me? How did you get here? ♐ "How do I get to Jaynabelle?"
Restart from last save. ♐ Press the SIENNA SWITCH.
♐ Press the SIENNA SWITCH.
♐ Go through the door in front of you ( the original left door )
Evan Walker: Evan had a fun day out "ice skating," if one could even call it that. He ended up spending a few good hours continuously falling every which direction that a person could, though it didn't really matter to the carefree man. Each time he attempted to get up all that ended up happening was that he would fall flat on his face. Each time that would happen all he did was continue trying until a person told him he should probably go home or at the very least stop ice skating for awhile due to the sheer amount of bruises that formed all over his body while this happened. He didn't really see, or rather feel, the reason why, but the person seemed to be genuinely concerned about him and his health so he took it to heart. He ended up rollerblading halfway home though at the halfway mark his legs started to wobble. This was generally a bad sign for him and was the only way for him to recognize that he'd hit his proverbial wall for the day, though he hadn't been rollerblading all that much today so he didn't really understand why his legs were giving out so soon. In addition he was no where near home, so he didn't really think he'd make it on his rollerblades, so he ended up taking the less favorable of the two options. He simply took off the rollerblades and started walking home...in only his socks. After the walk through the cold sidewalks Evan had finally made it back home. The stairs seemed especially difficult to walk up today, but he didn't seem to care so much about that. When he got in he took off his socks and noticed his feet were especially unresponsive, though that was probably due to the fact that he walked in the cold on them. Despite this he felt fairly lax for the rest of the night and fell asleep at his table almost immediately after finishing his dinner. Dennis Baker: He spent the rest of his day huddled under his covers. Dennis had gone with too little and not warm enough clothing to attempt his long distance run to from his house place to the school. Furthermore, while his bike was still locked up, it was covered in snow and freezing water. Each time he attempted to ride on it he retreated away due to how cold the metal of the bike had become. After attempting multiple times he finally was able to get on the bike, which had slightly rusted making it harder to use, and rode it all the way home. Despite his efforts, though, he was no match for mother nature. His body ended up feeling really cold for most of the day and the only thing that Dennis could actually do was bundle himself up and get warmer. As the night dragged on and Dennis was winding down for the day he noticed his phone. He hadn't actually turned it on yet for the day and it wasn't exactly a priority for him to check his messages though he felt he should. While scrolling through them he noticed one from someone he hadn't spoken to a while. That was Sasha Tayes. He read through her message and it just told him how she wanted for him to visit since she was in the hospital an all- Wait what?! The hospital?! Well that was certainly no good. He decided to send a message back to her to tell her that he would most certainly be there. [To Sasha: Yo Sasha, Dennis here. Sorry for the delayed response an all but I didn't really get to check my phone today. Don't worry, I'll be there tomorrow soon as i can be. Later.] With the message sent he browsed through his phone and saw Zoey's contact info still there. He stared at it until realizing he hadn't told the girl at all that he was out of the hospital. He really needed to remember some of the finer details every now and then of his situations. While he did feel particularly bad about not telling her anything, he figured it could probably wait till tomorrow. Today was ending, however, and all he really needed now was to go to bed and eat dinner...though probably not in that order. After the latter was over and done with, he tucked himself into bed and slept the rest of the day away.
Richard Carver: The day wasn't getting any younger, but he wasn't getting any less unnerved. These past few days had been nothing more than torture for the apathetic man because he felt like he should actually be caring about something, but had literally know idea what it was. He still tried to go through with his morning routine as best as he could but realized that he needed to restock on sugary cereals and frozen food. Wasn't the most nutritious for him, but Richard wasn't exactly a man to read labels on food so to speak. Yesterday had been some form of self-imposed torture because now all that was happening was that he was far more restless and so much more pent up energy to put somewhere else. The only problem here was that his usual outlet, fencing, was failing him because his on edgeness was causing not to be able to focus on the tasks at hand. In times like these there was only truly one place that he could release all his energy. A place where he could exert himself and not have to think to hard. That place was...the gym. He drove himself to his usual fitness center a just walked in. He brought out an ipod to help further distract himself. He walked over to a treadmill and started running on it. What were all these dreams about? He turned up the speed. What was that he rises crap about? More speed. What was with this sense that he was failing his duty all about recently? Even faster. This was the threshold in which he couldn't think anymore. All thoughts were drowned by his single instinct to keep running. And that's all he did.
Dennis Baker: [---Day 13 (2/3)---January 2nd---Location: Home---Mood: Rushing---Ooc: N/A] The morning came and went it like it usually would. Dennis got up, got dressed, and ate breakfast. Afterwards he simply sat down on his couch while turning on the television. After surfing the channels he didn't really find anything that caught his attention and just walked away from it. He booted up his computer to just waste his day away playing games and maybe watching some anime. That'd be a nice way to spend it at least. While the screen was showing the computer turning on his eye just wandered around the rest of his apartment. He looked down on the desk his monitor was on and just simply had his eyes wander around there. Noticing wrappers, his mouse, a bike lock key, a lollipop stick, a- wait a bike lock key? He stared at it for awhile until he realized why he was so fixated on it. "Oh crap." He face palmed at himself for forgetting that he had forgotten to get his bike today. He even remembered doing this last night. He grabbed his key and threw on a jacket and slipped into his shoes. With the current thought of his bike in mind he started running out of the apartment building. It wasn't as bad as it had been in terms of temperature, but it was still winter nonetheless. He regretted this plan of his, (which was to simply run outside all the way to school,) the moment he started it. But with stubborn pride and no other thing he could really think of at the moment he continued running through town. Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 13 (2/3)~~~January 2nd, 2016, Saturday~~~Location:Home***The Streets~~~Mood:Groovin~~~Music~~~Ooc: N/A~~~} Evan woke up as he would any day. With much emphatic motions and breaking his alarm gong. After throwing away the remote to his broken television, (which he unconsciously used to hit the gong alarm,) he walked around his house. What to do on this glorious day. After looking at his calendar which, which had giraffe stickers on every day, he noticed that it said today was January 2nd...which meant that he was already two days into the new year and had done nothing of the sort to further his new year's resolution. After thinking on it, he threw a dart at the giraffe sticker on the wall and figured he'd go fix that problem. He walked out the door and was about to get going when he noticed a few things. One, it was abnormally cold outside. Two, he hadn't put on his rollerblades and didn't exactly feel like going on a drive to the nearest skating rink. It took him a bit longer to realize the third problem than it did the other two, but when he did it confirmed something about the first thing he noticed. He looked down and realized he was only wearing his boxer shorts. Well that was no good. He chuckled to himself and rubbed his head at this realization before going inside and actually putting on clothes to go out with. After putting his rollerblades, he took his window exit and went to the skating rink. Once there, after a good deal of stumbling around not really knowing what to do, he finally got his ice skates. He was totally going to skate like a graceful...ice skater. Not really being able to formulate a proper metaphor he got to thinking but quickly perished the thought and went right into the rink. Once there, though it was his first time ice skating, he gracefully glided across the ice. It was truly an exhilarating feeling, being able to feel the frigid air through his hair,the feel of the ice beneath his blades. Once the simple skating was done he moved onto more advanced tricks, like jumping and spinning and anything else he could think that a professional ice skater could, gracefully and expertly... or at least that's how it went in his head. Once he actually got on the ice there couldn't be a worse skater there. The instant his blades touched the ice he started slipping around and fell flat on his face. Picking himself up he continued to try and try to actually stand or move. Unfortunately, try as he might, he couldn't really regain his balance. He even managed to flounder his way halfway across the rink, granted while drawing some attention to himself, but in the end all he could do was continue to flounder. But that wouldn't stop him for now, not so long as there was still time left in the day.
Dennis Baker: [---Day 12 (4/4)---January 1st---Location: Home---Mood: At ease---Ooc: N/A] Today had been rather nice. Sure Dennis did next to nothing, but it still was oddly putting him at peace. His mind hadn't really gone to anything on the deaths that had happened, and despite recently happening, neither the funeral. He just sat down and continued playing games on his console until he finally realized how late it was getting. After noticing that, he switched the game off and prepared himself some dinner. It was nothing more than some instant noodles, but it was something a person with not too much money and no job at all could really eat. And it still certainly hit the spot. With dinner done he threw the cup the noodles were in away and through his spoon into the dishwasher. As he started to run it he started pondering on what to do tomorrow. Maybe hang out with someone? Though he didn't really know who to hang out with. Maybe just walk around town. Or better yet bik- "oh my god." He facepalmed at what he just realized. Ever since he biked to the musical for the performance and since the party at Sophie's he never once went back to the school. He had accidently left his bike at school for at least 6 days and didn't really want to think of what condition it might be in with all the snow going on after all this time. After banishing the negative thoughts he resolved that priority number one was going out to the school and retrieving his bike...even if he did have to run all the way there. Sighing at this revelation he walked over to bed and changed into his sleeping attire. Slipping under the covers he started to think of just random thoughts in general. With nothing much left to do he just closed his eyes and drifted off to the delightful realm of sleep.
Richard Carver: {---Day 13 (5/5)---Date: October 4th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Restless---Ooc: N/A} Today hadn't been the best of days, that had been for sure. He needed to figure out just why all these recent things had been bothering him as much as they had been. He never had brooded on something for all that long before now, and even when he did he certainly didn't feel this awful while thinking about it. Regardless it had been getting late and he had figured out nothing about anything today. He walked over to his fridge, pulled out the last of his frozen dinners and put it in the microwave to heat it up. He stared at the rotating meal and finally just decided to put all these thoughts behind him. Of course it wasn't actually that simple, but he tried to fool himself into believing it was. As the microwave finished it's job he simply took the meal out and started eating it. With his meal finished he walked into his bedroom and lied there in the bed. Whatever was making him brood gave Richard a bad feeling. He didn't exactly know what was going to be so bad about it, but it was still a feeling of dread nonetheless. He was almost positive tomorrow would give him no answers, and that sleep would provide him no real rest, but nonetheless he had to let nature take its course and send him off to the next day. Within an hour of lying in bed Richard fell asleep.
Dennis Baker: [---Day 12 (3/4)---December 1st---Location: Home---Mood: At ease---Ooc: N/A] Dennis awoke in the morning feeling fairly drained. He walked out of bed and just went through with his morning routine like he usually would. He was a bit confused as to what had happened the night before, which at that point he remembered he went to the party. He smiled fondly at the memory of everyone socializing and just having a merry little time. This slightly caught him off guard as he was sure that, at best, a party after a funeral was probably going to keep his mood the same. However having been able to talk with others, which he hadn't really done any of in the past few days, was probably the best thing for him. He looked over at the calendar and noticed today was...not december anymore. He walked over and flipped the page to see that it was now New Years day. "Well let's just hope all that just stays in the last year." He smiled thoughtfully thinking that this was going to be a good year, or at the very least it would be an average one. He didn't want to think of those deaths any longer and figured they'd just stay in the past. He continued on with his routine and was all dressed and ready for class when he realized two things. One, he was going to be horribly late and two, break still was on for a few more days. After realizing that Dennis was just sort of at a loss of what to do. With no real plan to hang with anyone for the day, and no one he could really think of to hang out with anyway he just sat on his couch and flipped his television. He sat there watching television thinking on what to do next. He probably wasn't going out today, but that didn't really matter to him. A day of rest, actual not depressed rest, might do him some good. Maybe he should hold an event like everyone else was doing recently, though he didn't exactly think about what he'd do, or where it would be, or- yeah that totally wasn't happening. Regardless he was going to let today pass and think of what to do for tomorrow later. Right now, the television was his focus.
Richard Carver: {---Day 13 (3/5)---Date: October 4th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Unwilling ---Ooc: N/A} Today Richard woke up with a headache. His dreams kept plaguing him, becoming more detailed and more like he was actually the person dying. He dragged himself out of bed and walked towards his medicine cabinet, pulling out something to relieve his pain. Once the pain started to subside, he started to think of what he should do for the day. After realizing it would be more of his same boring old, normal routine he decided to not do anything. He felt too tired and exhausted, despite only just waking up, to actually leave the house today. He went over to his phone and told Austin that he wasn't going to practice today because he felt sick. Not entirely a lie. Afterwards he went to the fridge and pulled out his frozen waffles. After heating them up he sat down on his couch and flipped through the channels on his television. Despite eventually stopping on a channel he hardly paid any attention to the program that was running. Instead his thoughts just sort of mulled over his dreams and all the strange recent events. For some unexplainable he felt they were all, even if loosely, connected in some manner. Though despite this inkling he had no way of actually finding what these connections might be and it's not like anyone he knew could actually help him out with a problem like this. Regardless the thoughts still occupied his mind as he just lie there on his couch apathetically watching the television.
Ooc: Short post because getting off computer. Evan and Dennis had been to the party and after an undetermined amount of time of partying the two eventually said goodbye and thanked Maria for the party. Afterwards the two ended up driving home and after getting back to both their respective houses, went to sleep.
Dennis Baker: [---Day 11 (4/4)---December 31st---Location: Maria's House---Mood: Relieved ---Ooc: N/A] Evan ended up getting to the door with Dennis before it opened and Dennis was soon greeted by Maria. He hurriedly rushed into the house and went to the kitchen as instructed. When he finally found a place he set the large box down and sighed a sigh of relief. His arms felt like they were nearly about to fall off. Regardless the thing made it to the kitchen A-OK. After a few seconds of regaining the feeling in his arms he opened the box to reveal the glorious cake that was inside. ❝ Oh my, that wasn't necessary. Really, no one needed to bring anything. ❞ At this point Evan, who had followed Dennis into the kitchen, chimed in. "Twas nothing at all Ms. It's just a little thingy I do every new years to buy a super large cake and eat it all." He said this with many emphatic hand gestures and laughing all the while. "But I mean, once Little Baker Bro here told me he was going to a party, figured I might as well share all that cakey goodness with everyone else." Dennis rubbed the back of his head and chuckled nervously. "Yeah his name is Evan Walker. He's kind of a friend of my family and my ride here so he just came kind of came with. Hope you don't mind too much," he explained to Maria. "Guilty as charged." Evan then noticed someone else walk into the room, and immediately noticed that awesome looking red hair. "Hey everyone." Dennis waved and Evan did a two finger salute, both going, "hey." Then with a look of sudden realization Evan pointed something out, "hey guys New Years is just around the corner. So what's everyone decided there resolution for the New Year going to be?" He pointed to himself, "I know mine's gonna be something like learning how to Ice-Skate. I mean it can't be too far off from rollerblading."
