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Ooc: Short post because getting off computer.

Richard returned home after a day of fencing with Austin. Today he had fenced slightly off because of the recent thoughts plaguing his mind and suffered for it. God this was bad if it actually started affecting the way he fenced. Regardless he went home, ate dinner and went to bed just the same. He knew that tonight would, in no way, be a peaceful sleep, but fatigue from the days events and his body's natural need to rest caught up with him and he finally fell asleep.

Dennis Baker:
[---Day 11 (3/4)---December 31st---Location: Maria's House---Mood: Annoyed/---Ooc: N/A]

While he was ever so reluctant to do so, Dennis did indeed go to the funeral, and had to bring along Evan because he had no way of otherwise getting to the funeral. However before they entered Dennis had forbidden Evan from actually going with him. Why? Because Dennis had been with Evan at the last funeral they went to for an old friend of Dennis's, and Evan in all of his mood dissonant glory started chuckling because randomly the anatomy of a duck popped into his head and he always found that funny. That caused Evan to get kicked out during that last funeral, and Dennis wasn't risking him having another laughing fit during a funeral.

Dennis had just quietly sat in the back during the entire thing trying not to do anything. He tried to be an emotionless wall, because if he didn't he'd be a complete wreck. But the strange sense of obligation and closure on all of these deaths overpowered him. He had no idea why he felt that way, but in the end he did. Despite his odd urge to go to the funeral, he absolutely went nowhere near the caskets. It was one thing to come here, but another to look at all their lifeless bodies. Even if he didn't know them too personally it isn't like the sight of someone completely unmoving wasn't going to look completely terrifying to him. For the entire thing he just sat back and listened to all of the speeches given, and then simply left once the whole thing was over.

Despite contemplating the purpose of a somber funeral afterparty, Dennis still felt like going. After all a party could be the best treatment for the terrible depression they were all likely going through. In addition he told Evan about it because he still literally had no way of getting to the party without Evan's car, and he himself couldn't drive. Evan, with his ever so prevalent bliss, happily accepted to drive him there, but not before doing something he had planned for his own New Years "party." It was something Evan always did when he was home by himself. He got a giant cake that no one man could possibly eat that had giant candy numbers for the new year on them. He figured that everyone else could enjoy the cake as well at the party they were going to. The two of them simply went to the bakery and bought the cake. Evan effortlessly brought it back to the car and the two were off to the party.

For some reason it the traffic was hell and couple that with Evan's "magnificent" driving skills and the awful weather and the two had arrived to the party superbly late. When they arrived they noticed something awfully strange. There were to people on the lawn who appeared to be duking it out in some manner. It was a rather odd sight and despite Dennis's protests at noticing what Evan was doing, Evan still did it anyway. He bounded out of the car and just jumped on the both of them with much jovial laughter. Dennis literally facepalmed at this, but then decided it wouldn't be worth trying to stop Evan from whatever he was doing.

Dennis simply got out of the car and went to the back seat to pull out the cake that Evan had bought...only the cake was way heavier than he thought it would be. How strong was Evan, even? Regardless of the unexpected weight of the cake, Dennis still lugged it with him to the door and evaded the awkward combat as best as he could. Once there he knocked on the door praying that his arms wouldn't give before the door was answered.

Richard Carver:
{---Day 12 (3/5)---Date: October 3rd, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment--->Fencing Club)---Mood: Fencing Serious---Ooc: N/A}

Richard awoke to the sound of...well nothing. He looked around and noticed everything was quite peaceful for today. His dreams were still plaguing him with visions of peoples self sacrificing deaths, he had the phrase "he rises" really unnerving him, and overall was just super disgruntled with everything. What was he supposed to be doing today? Ah, right, fencing. That would get his mind off of it for sure. He raised out of bed and simply went over his morning routine. After getting dressed, and eating breakfast, he walked out with his fencing bag and travelled to the usual place.

Austin was waiting for him, already fully dressed and looking slightly impatient. He checked the time and realized he had been a whole half an hour later than he should've been. These dreams were starting to bother him so much that he couldn't even be punctual for his practice anymore. 'Whatever I just got to get in the groove of it now.' He got his garb on and started practicing with Austin.

Ooc: Rushed Post because having to get off computer soon.

Dennis had spent most of his day just mulling over things. He had looked around his apartment to find something that he could wear to a funeral, and after going into the depths of his closet he was finally able to pull out something that looked good for the occasion. Having done that he simply got back on his couch and started playing the day away. It wasn't the most exciting thing to do but it help him lose himself into the world of games. He needed them to help get his mind off why tomorrow was happening but when night finally came, he had been hit by the scene all over again. It made him a bit nauseous still thinking of all those that died, but he started to try and accept it little by little. Tomorrow was the fateful day when everyone would come back together and just mourn their losses. Followed by a probably ill timed party, but nonetheless he would attend it. With trying to build a resolve to steel himself for the funeral he lied in bed and let the night take him away.

Dennis Baker:
[---Day 10(3/4)---December 30th---Location: Home---Mood: Apathy---Ooc: N/A]

Dennis had done nothing for the past few days. He had been really nervous to even approach his door, but at this point he started not caring anymore. As in just feeling a general apathy towards most things. Instead of going out and doing other things and be active, he merely holed up in his apartment and played video games and watched television. Today was to be no different, though he figured he might try to do something different today. He realized that rehearsals were still probably going on and that he should probably still be going to them so he briefly considered it. However, he wasn't so sure after much consideration.

He decided to continue pondering over his decision and remembered about the text he received earlier about going to a new years party after the funeral. Well that surely wasn't going to be his cup of tea. Not only was he terrible at funerals, but a somber new years party directly after said funeral didn't seem like it'd be the best thing either. Regardless of that, he decided that tomorrow he would probably go out to the funeral anyway. As much as he hated going to them, if it was a funeral for anyone he knew , then he felt morally bound to go to it. And who knows, maybe the new years party afterwards might be the thing to get him out of his slump.

But still, today he simply got out of bed and proceeded with regular activities. He looked outside and saw Evan's car was still there. The dude was clearly in no rush to pick it up anytime soon. Sure he was a crappy driver an all but he should still have his car on him in case he needed it. What was Evan doing anyway? He didn't really care to think on his brother's friend's life anymore and so he just decided to sit down on the couch and play some fighting games to give him something to really focus on.

Richard Carver:
{---Day 11 (5/5)---Date: October 2nd, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Fencing Club--->Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Cooling off---Ooc: N/A}

It was basically sad how practice went today. Richard had made a crushing amount of victories against Austin that he just couldn't help but feel sorry at some points for him. That pity wasn't ever showed in his actions, however. Having noticed the day was coming to it's close, Richard felt immediate fatigue set onto his body and figured it was time to leave. "Well, see you tomorrow Aus. You might actually consistently win tomorrow."

"Yeah yeah, just you wait. I'll get you for sure tomorrow." The two waved to each other after they had taken off all their fencing gear. Richard walked outside to his car, hopped in, and just drove home. Having not really done anything different today, he started to reflect on the dreams he'd been having. It wasn't just the ones with him consistently dying that were starting to get on his nerves, in fact the ones where he didn't die troubled him that much greater. All of those dreams were way different than the ones he had with him dying. For starters in those he had wings and his entire sense of duty was that much firmer. He always felt like his world revolved around his job, but then something he couldn't ever recall happened and his job just stopped. The whole "he rises" thing wasn't making it any better either.

He had decided to stop thinking about it once he got home, but every day the dreams continued the harder it became for him to just simply ignore them. He felt like he should be doing something, but what? He had no idea, plus even if he did there's a good chance he wouldn't actually try to do it. The effort involved to do that just didn't seem like it should be worth it to him. With this new resolution of apathy he simply ate dinner and later crawled into bed, being whisked off to the world of his dreams.

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 9(4/4)~~~December 29th, 2015, Monday~~~Location:The Streets***Home~~~Mood:Groovin~~~Music~~~Ooc: N/A~~~}

Evan was busy rollerblading through the town as per his norm. It was a blissful and carefree just like any other day for this man. Despite the darkness of nightfall and the chill of the air nothing seemed to bog him down. Besides he was given a mission to do and he mostly forgot about it for the majority of the day. He got a text from Dennis to do something, though it'd be far too late to do the entire thing. So part one of this grand expedition that would, at most, take an hour was under way.

He rolled his way into a nearby convenience store getting, just having people giving him question looks all the while. It seemed as if the general populace was not used to a man who literally rollerbladed into every place. He browsed through the place until he noticed his objective. Grabbing out the money he needed and threw it at the counter, taking his loot with him. The clerk was a bit confused as to why Evan grabbed a bag filled with nothing but lollipops in it, gave him a twenty dollar bill without change given and just left, but he soon stopped thinking about it and just returned to his job.

Evan had returned home, hobbling his way up the stairs as usual. He reluctantly texted Dennis saying the package was secure though he couldn't deliver it tonight.Evan spoke like this over the text because despite using it, he absolutely hated texting. He had the feeling that "big brother" was constantly reading any and all messages that he sent and to prevent this he decided to speak in "code" so no one would know what he was actually talking about. Admittedly, this probably made him look way more suspicious than he actually was, but that never really figured into his thought process. He threw the bag of lollipops onto the table, put himself into his loungewear, and set his next gong alarm clock for tomorrow. Before lying down in the bed though, he grabbed the umbrella next to the window and threw it into his broken TV, where it belonged. Having done his duties for the day Evan retired himself to sleep.

Richard Carver:
{---Day 11 (2/5)---Date: October 2nd, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment--->Fencing Club)---Mood: Fencing Serious---Ooc: N/A}

Richard had awoken in his bed thinking of the dream he had earlier that night. It was an interesting one in which he was placed in World War I. He was a german soldier out in the field, firing as many bullets as he could. It was odd to him that this was even happening, seeing as he had heard word that the war had ended, though the word must not have reached all sides. Regardless of what was happening he had a duty to uphold as a soldier, and that would be to defend their land no matter what else happened. And in the end he fell prey to the enemies weapons and slumped over dead. These dreams were only agitating Richard more and more and the recent "he rises" crap was not making it any better. As such he decided to go to his one outlet.

He clothed himself, grabbed his bag full of fencing gear and kicked his door open. Closing it behind him, he stepped in his car and drove to his fencing club. Once there he was greeted by his usual partner, Austin. "Yo, Rich today's the day I kick your ass."

Richard chuckled at his friends usual attitude. Richard was clearly the better of the two, although Austin consistently tried to assert himself as the best. Richard never really minded it though, "yeah keep telling yourself that Aus."

"Oh come on Rich, you're gonna be singing a different tune when I totally beat you."

Richard sighed. "Yeah and you're going to be sobbing a different one once the score's 5-0. Now c'mon, let's go." Richard donned his fencing ger and the two plugged into the reels. They stood on the strip and Richard hit his hand on his side which was essentially the indication of "go." The two as such started their fencing bout.

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 9(3/4)~~~December 29th, 2015, Monday~~~Location:Home***The Streets~~~Mood:Groovin~~~Music~~~Ooc: N/A~~~}

It was almost done. Knight of the Frozen circle, Sir Evan Allen Walker, had almost finished his task. He was about to slay the uni-horned, fire breathing, man-eating,hetero-chromatic penguin when suddenly a large gong sound reverberated through his world. The earth started to shake as he lunged towards his prey and... in the real world Evan grabbed a nearby umbrella (because it is common for a grown man to keep his umbrella next to his bed) and unconsciously whacked at the gong alarm clock. After doing so he awoke from his slumber and stretched.

"What a good dream that was." He looked befuddled at the umbrella randomly in his hand but just tossed it aside paying absolutely no mind to it at all . With that morning habit done he walked past the mirror and noticed something was off. It was then that he realized that he was wearing the same clothes as he was yesterday, for he had not taken them off before bed. Having noticed this pressing issue he did nothing at all in response to it.

Walking over to the refrigerator he thought of pulling something frozen out for his breakfast. Opening the freezer part of it he was greeted by a room chilling wave of frigid air that blasted forth at him. Almost instantly he closed the door. "And that's why I've never gotten around to my frozen waffles." Lamenting over his lack of frozen waffles he went to his cabinet and just pulled out peanut butter and just ate straight out of the jar. Breakfast of champions.


After that morning expedition was over with he decided to go out for a nice skate around town was in order. So he grabbed his phone, his keys, and his rollerblades.He started skating to the window of his room when suddenly he tripped over something and fell out his (open because he never closed it,) window. Why did he trip? Well when he threw the umbrella it ended up going right next to his window which eventually caused his wheel to get caught and cause the unsuspecting man to trip out his window.

Lifting his head out of the extremely conveniently placed dumpster, Evan smiled and yelled out, "best. Exit . Ever! Of all time. Really glad I pushed this dumpster here, man was that a great idea." Having smiled at the fond memories of purchasing and pushing a dumpster outside his window he climbed out and started rollerblading out on the town.

Richard Carver:
{---Day 8 (6/5)---Date: September 29th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood:Bored---Ooc: N/A}

More bothers.

Richard had spent a rather uneventful day in his apartment. He realized that it probably wasn't the healthiest thing for a grown man to spend an entire day in his abode without doing anything productive in the slightest, but that was of no concern to him. He continued to go about his nightly ritual of grabbing frozen foods out of the freezer and ate them lazily while watching television. The news was still a buzz about the possible terrorist created plane crash incident. He still didn't really care too much about it because after all, it happened absolutely nowhere near him, at all. But there was still something about the audio caught in the plane before the crash that he couldn't seem to stop thinking of. It basically plagued any and all forum sites that existed within the internet. It was the part about the whole he rises thing.

"He rises, huh? Like I'll ever let that happen." It took him a few seconds to register that he had said anything, but when he did his eyes opened with a start. What exactly just came out of his mouth? He was positive that he had had no interest in the situation whatsoever, so what prompted him to say that? Richard rubbed his head and realized that he was tired. He didn't feel like brooding over this any longer, because he couldn't bother to find out what any of it actually meant. He escorted himself to bed and just layed there. He realized that what he just said was still bothering him, and that sleep probably wasn't going to make it any better at all. At least not with the dreams he'd been having as of late. But he had no other choice. Eventually he simply drifted off into a less than peaceful sleep, in which he was sure that some nightmare was bound to come to him.

Dennis Baker:
[---Day 8(4/4)---December 28th---Location: Home Mood: Whatever ---Ooc: Ending Day now since I can't later]

Dennis literally just sat on his couch for the rest of the day. Every now and then he would walk his way to the door in an attempt to go outside and go to school,(to get his bike that he's left there for the past 4 days,) but every time he would start to tremble and just walk back to his couch. Television didn't help him. Video games definitely weren't helping him. All he could do was cycle through music, but even to that he didn't listen to. He just sat there. With nothing left to do for the day, and unable to bring himself to go anywhere, Dennis just slept.

EvanAllenWalker:
{~~~Day8(4/4)~~~December28th, 2015, Monday~~~Location:The Streets***Home~~~Mood:Groovin~~~Music~~~Ooc:N/A~~~}

Not a single thing could bring this man down. He was flying free so to speak. While he was rollerblading through the town he felt so alive and so detached from the world. When he can to a downhill incline he simply jumped and pulled off 3 360 degree rotations due to the added height of going downhill. However because of this decline he ended up landing rather awkwardly, falling, and pushing himself back up onto balance with his hand without a scratch to be had, (save for his scraped and slightly bleeding hand.)

He eventually stopped in a park and gazed at the clouds, taking note of what they all looked like. One looked like an apple, one looked like a dog, one looked like an F15 fighter jet, and one looked like a gira- a word that shouldn't ever be mentioned.Staring angrily at the cloud that looked like the unmentionable word, he stopped his cloud gazing and started rollerblading through town again. However he noticed that his body was having a hard time holding him up for some reason. Because Evan couldn't really feel the soreness in his legs, he never really had a clear stopping point until his body physically could go no longer. Taking note of this development in his legs he started his way home.

While he would've loved to just be able to enter his room by jumping into it, that was,unfortunately, impossible for this man. Taking off his rollerblades he started walking up the stairs to realize his legs did their little trembling thing. They were trembling because they were so sore, but Evan couldn't really understand that and just awkwardly continued walking. He finally got into his house and noticed his hand was all red and scratched. While he didn't really care about it, he had been berated many times for leaving a wound open. As such he walked over to his cabinet and pulled out some gauze tape, wrapped it around his hand, and from the same cabinet took out another one of his gong clocks. He had a whole army of these little things seeing as he broke them every time he woke up. Setting it up he fell back into his bed and pulled out, from underneath the bed, a bag of beef jerky which would serve as his dinner. He continued to think about the day and how fun it was, (completely forgetting he even dragged Dennis out of the hospital and left his car at Dennis's apartment building.) With nothing left to do he simply fell asleep in his bed, beef jerky still in hand.