『WEATHER』 FOGGY 52°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/18/2013 - 10:35AM ✖『DAY』 04 Tucker greeted her with a wave, but both his and Bryan's attention lay mostly on the ... clearly disoriented Maria. The blonde-haired girl was obviously not in the best shape, and within a few moments, she went slack and fell. Tucker caught her swiftly, and Noëlle felt disgusted with herself for being grateful that it wasn't Bryan who had. ❝We have to go to the clinic.❞ Tucker's bright eyes were wide with worry. A quick glance towards Bryan confirmed that a similar thought process was going through his head. Before she could say anything, specifically about what had happened to her last night, Tucker was heading off with Maria in his arms and only Bryan was left. She thought the he would maybe stay with her, and they could finally talk properly, but ... ❝Maria's sick, just kinda . . . popped up here. I don't think she remembers anything. Are you okay? Feels like we haven't talked much at all . . . You know you can talk to me whenever you wanna . . . Oh. A boy named Quentin, he told me to tell you hello.❞ His warm hands took in her cooler ones and she closed her eyes with a deep breath, fully prepared to return to her room with him to discuss the fire and how she felt. It was strange to her that Quentin had gone out of his way to say hello to her, but it was ... kind of sweet, though not at the top of her list of concerns. ❝Hey, Bryan-- ... ❞ ❝We should get to the clinic, for Maria -- unless you don't wanna come?❞ Oh. Understandable. She was 'sick', or something. Selfish, Noëlle. Disgusting, Noëlle. Her hands dropped slowly from his grasp and she locked her eyes onto the staircase leading to the first floor. There was no way she was going to that clinic again, hopefully ever. ❝ ... Nah, I'm kind of hungry, actually. Haha. You guys go on ahead. Maybe we'll talk later!❞ Without looking at him again, she folded her arms over her chest and descended down the stairs swiftly, nearly tripping on the last one. Her nose led her to the breakfast room (which was a bit too 'personal' for her) and she quickly sat and made a plate. Her eyebrows furrowed and her nose crinkled up, a whirlwind of unpleasant thoughts floating in and out of her head. I should find Quentin. I should say 'hello' and ask him if he needed anything. It's sweet he's making such an effort -- though it'd be vain of me to assume it's because he ... may be interested in me. It had been so long since anyone confessed to her, and she had been so distracted with her pathetic attempts to blur the lines of 'sibling-ship', with Bryan. The thought of others -- Quentin, Marina -- having some kind of interest in her excited her. Made her feel normal, less like an incestuous freak of nature. Ack ... The food was good and reminded her of holidays at home. Before she could finish it (or talk to Quentin), though, the slightly-grating voice of last night rang out over the sound of a hand bell. Cane stepped into the breakfast room with a cigarette tucked being her ear. Two long, spiraling curls of her dark hair swayed free, while the rest was braided down her back. Noëlle wondered it if was real. She wore brown boots laced up to her knees, a long, billowing black skirt, and an off-white corset. Inappropriate. ❝Good mornin', kiddos. It's about time you get the hell out of my Inn. You got lucky with Patrick ... the rest Bentley ain't so friendly. If I had found you all bobbin' about in the ocean ... Well, in any case, I've been told to send you back home to ... Candlewood, was it, on the train.❞ She paused, a smile spreading her lips and her eyes glimmering like diamond daggers. ❝Don't worry about the tickets, not that a bunch of freeloaders like you would botha'.❞ Without making sure they were all done, Cane slapped the hand-bell down on the table and started to gather the dishes. ❝There are two scheduled trains that'll take you deadbeats home. ... What are you waiting for? Go gather yer shit and go!❞
『WEATHER』 FOGGY 52°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/18/2013 - 10:23AM ✖『DAY』 04 Her body jumped with a sudden jolt, and she was thrown out of sleep and into awareness, gasping. Nausea swept over her, and her hands trembled, which seemed like a normal thing lately. Her entire body was sticky and clammy, and she realized that she had fallen asleep in her soaked clothes. Thick strands of hair sparkled with the salt from the sea, and her throat felt dry, eyes burning. Slowly, her palms flattened against the top blanket of the bed and she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her knees ached and her skin felt scratchy and agitated. Memories of last night came back one by one, and she fell deeper and deeper into melancholy with each one. Her eyes drifted to the window, past the blinds, and took in the thick fog. The sight only cemented her mood, and without further delay, she draped her legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed some clothes from her bed and making her way to the bathroom and past a burned out candle that smelled of honey and vanilla. For a moment, with the cute pastel shower curtain and the wide variety of potent soaps, shampoos, and lotions to choose from, she forgot where she was. The water was soothing on her tired, aching muscles and her hair felt much lighter after a vigorous washing (though the color was darkening). A prolonged look in the mirror prompted her to smile, just for practice. Her eyes felt heavy, and there were small bags beneath them -- but nothing to too bad. Right now, she just had to focus on staying positive and finding something to eat. Finally, she left the steamy bathroom wearing something new (it was wet, too). Her hair, now a messy gradient of brunette (at the roots) and pink, lay piled on top of her head with a black scrunchy. Quickly, she grabbed her room key and shoved it into her pocket, kicking her bag safely under her bed and ignoring the bottle of Proenzen, though her head hurt a bit and her shoulder throbbed uncomfortably. Her body shivered with the thought of that ... doctor, and reminded her of how urgent a thing it was to get out of Bentley. ❝. . . we all almost died . . .❞ His voice reached her just moments before her door was pulled all of the way opened, and her heart sank a bit. Bryan, Tucker and Maria all stood outside of her door, which alarmed her a bit. Her lips pressed together in thought, and then parted. It took her a moment to gather enough enthusiasm ... ❝Good morning, everyone! ... What's going on?❞ She asked, nervously.
Called into work omf. Almost back to post. Can't access Skype.
Mmkay. Time for Day 4 !! For anyone who wants to start the day, breakfast is free and downstairs. It's a literal dining room, so it's just like eating breakfast at a house. Long table, silverware, homecooked meal, free. There are no other guests. As stated in the chat, cell phones will not be working. If you would like to use a landline, you'll have to ask one of the introduced NPCs -- such as Cane. The morning is foggy and will be until about 12:00PM, but there will be more pedestrians outside in the daylight. There will only be a few cars (VERY FEW LIKE 2-3), and the prominent method of travel is by foot. For anyone who wants to explore the town, wait for me to wake up. For anyone who wants to hang out around the inn, there is a small garden out back with a pond. Everything is pretty old fashioned, and there is no TV. There is a bar area with a pool table. Keep NPCs vague, please (minus, like, Jenna)! As always, use my time away as bonding time before story progression. 8) Strikes have been givin' to those who didn't end their day. Milenna is accepted, but you'll have to wait to introduce her until later -- when I accept new characters again -- since she wasn't introduced last night.
『WEATHER』 FOGGY 60°! ✖ 『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 - 8:44PM ✖ 『DAY』 03 [/url] xxxx xxxxxxxxxx ❝I think I am growing to hate doctors offices. Two days in a row I am in one, one for burns and now for an accident relating to water. Just suck me up in a tornado already...Never-mind I don't want that to be taken as a challenge.❞ She had never felt so awkward in her life. This was terrible, and way, way out of her element. Was she supposed to laugh, or reply with something like 'I hear ya, sister'? No one could blame her for not wanting to talk, right? So she didn't. Instead, she clutched her bag to into her stomach and shivered. Her clothes would be wet, but those could be dried. It was her phone -- and her journal that she was worried about. It was one of many, but it was special. All of them were special, and it was likely ruined. Ruined, ruined, ruined. Her eyes pricked with tears and she wiped them away with her good arm, sniffling and resting her chin on the top of the black bag. A few silent moments later, a short man with a doctor's coat stepped through the door. He had a white mask over his nose and lips, but had gentle, forest green eyes. ❝Ms. Chambers?❞ He gazed between the two girls and Noëlle stood. His eyes creased, so he must have been smiled, as he pulled the door back and invited her inside. The floor was made of salmon pink tile, and the walls were the same shade of blue from the chairs in the waiting area. The smell of cinnamon and frosting wafted through the alcohol tinged air and melted her senses. She was so hungry... They walked into a doctor's office with a red and white stripped '1' on the door. Immediately, the doctor pointed to a rather standard patients bed, and sat on a stool in front of her as she sat down upon it. ❝Ms. Chambers, welcome to Bentley Grove. I am terrible sorry to hear about your accident. Where does it hurt? ❞ With utmost confidence, his eyes drilled into her's. It made her uncomfortable, but she smiled. ❝... I think I've dislocated my shoulder. The rest of me is just a bit sore, though my head hurts a bit.❞ As she spoke, he began to take notes on a white pad of paper. He nodded respectfully, and then stood. ❝I'm going to take a look now, is that alright?❞ ❝Mhm ...❞ She replied, distantly, staring up at a weight chart plastered to the wall. Suddenly, gloved fingers were peeling away the leather jacket she wore, revealing both shoulders. Her eyes went wide and her head snapped back to bring the doctor into view. ❝Where are you from? We do not get visitors here very often ...❞ His deep voice dripped from his lips, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He applied a bit of pressure to her shoulder, and then leaned in with a thoughtful grunt. The coat he wore parted over her sock-covered knees. ❝You outsiders are often very beautiful ... Such lovely eyes, and hair ...❞ I'm uncomfortable, please stop. ❝Candlewood. Thanks.❞ Her tone was sharp like a blade and he chuckled. Without a warning other than that, he grabbed her arm and forced it back into it's socket. Screaming out more out of shock than pain, Noëlle dropped her luggage and jolted back. Her eyes were wild, and her breathing unsteady. ❝Better?❞ His voice was cool, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. ❝I ... You ... !❞ Clearly in shock, she could do nothing but stare and catch her breath. The doctor stood, and crossed back through the room to get his notepad, scribbling something she couldn't see on it. Her shoulder's stinging faded, but her mood was no better. ❝I will write you a prescription for pain killers. Go out, to the left, and you will find our pharmacy.❞ He wasn't even halfway through his sentence and Noëlle had already slid off of the bed and grabbed her things. He held out a slip of paper to her and she snatched it, admittedly rudely, though he didn't seem phased by it. Instead he waved to her as she walked out of the door. ❝Enjoy your stay.❞ Her pace was frantic and her mind a complete wreck. In a bit of a rage, she stormed down the halls in search of the pharmacy. It was in the opposite direction of the waiting room, which worried her. She passed a few nurses and closed rooms on her way down, (she also passed a closed bakery -- which she didn't understand) but eventually stumbled upon a pharmaceutical stand. After exchanging her slip for a bottle of Proenzen she was storming back down the halls, and bursting out into the waiting room. The nurse from before waved good bye, but Noëlle ignored her and fled the clinic as quickly as possible. The streets were dark, save for a few tall glowing lanterns, but she didn't care. A few students and counselors were still standing around, but she didn't care. Instead, she entered the inn and searched for Cane. Cane was a much ... younger innkeeper than Noëlle had imagined. Her eyes were a vibrant green and her lips were twisted into what seemed to be a perpetual frown. When Noëlle approached her, she was immediately sized up. ❝.... So, Patrick sent you too, huh? You're not the kind of outsider I like to see. Just once -- just once -- I wish someone INTERESTING would come to Bentley.❞ The girl -- or woman's chin turned upwards and she rolled her eyes, resuming her 'scolding' with a thick, unfamiliar, accent that sounded a bit like Scottish, Russian and British thrown into a blender.❝Come into my Inn, beggin' for a free room because 'Patrick sent ya', whatever.❞ As she complained, she bent over and grabbed a room key, tossing it to Noëlle. The pink-haired girl didn't waste any time running upstairs to the second floor, where the rooms were, and finding her way to room 4. The key was jammed inside of the lock and turned, and the door swung open with a force she hadn't meant to use. When she entered, she instantly felt sick at the smell of peppermint and coffee. Besides the smell, it was relatively normal. Rose-colored walls, a white carpet ... One bed, with a rounded frame, a matching nightstand, and a small wardrobe, and a circular window. There was a bathroom, too. The only thing was was inconvenient was the candles that lit the room. It made no sense, there was electricity, so why? It also made the room uncomfortably stuffy. Instead of looking for Bryan, like she half wanted to, she dropped her bag and locked her door. Then, she blew out the candle and crawled into bed. A flood of tears were finally released into the graham cracker scented pillow, and her body curled and trembled violently. It wasn't long until she drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.
❝I think I am growing to hate doctors offices. Two days in a row I am in one, one for burns and now for an accident relating to water. Just suck me up in a tornado already...Never-mind I don't want that to be taken as a challenge.❞ She had never felt so awkward in her life. This was terrible, and way, way out of her element. Was she supposed to laugh, or reply with something like 'I hear ya, sister'? No one could blame her for not wanting to talk, right? So she didn't. Instead, she clutched her bag to into her stomach and shivered. Her clothes would be wet, but those could be dried. It was her phone -- and her journal that she was worried about. It was one of many, but it was special. All of them were special, and it was likely ruined. Ruined, ruined, ruined. Her eyes pricked with tears and she wiped them away with her good arm, sniffling and resting her chin on the top of the black bag. A few silent moments later, a short man with a doctor's coat stepped through the door. He had a white mask over his nose and lips, but had gentle, forest green eyes. ❝Ms. Chambers?❞ He gazed between the two girls and Noëlle stood. His eyes creased, so he must have been smiled, as he pulled the door back and invited her inside. The floor was made of salmon pink tile, and the walls were the same shade of blue from the chairs in the waiting area. The smell of cinnamon and frosting wafted through the alcohol tinged air and melted her senses. She was so hungry... They walked into a doctor's office with a red and white stripped '1' on the door. Immediately, the doctor pointed to a rather standard patients bed, and sat on a stool in front of her as she sat down upon it. ❝Ms. Chambers, welcome to Bentley Grove. I am terrible sorry to hear about your accident. Where does it hurt? ❞ With utmost confidence, his eyes drilled into her's. It made her uncomfortable, but she smiled. ❝... I think I've dislocated my shoulder. The rest of me is just a bit sore, though my head hurts a bit.❞ As she spoke, he began to take notes on a white pad of paper. He nodded respectfully, and then stood. ❝I'm going to take a look now, is that alright?❞ ❝Mhm ...❞ She replied, distantly, staring up at a weight chart plastered to the wall. Suddenly, gloved fingers were peeling away the leather jacket she wore, revealing both shoulders. Her eyes went wide and her head snapped back to bring the doctor into view. ❝Where are you from? We do not get visitors here very often ...❞ His deep voice dripped from his lips, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He applied a bit of pressure to her shoulder, and then leaned in with a thoughtful grunt. The coat he wore parted over her sock-covered knees. ❝You outsiders are often very beautiful ... Such lovely eyes, and hair ...❞ I'm uncomfortable, please stop. ❝Candlewood. Thanks.❞ Her tone was sharp like a blade and he chuckled. Without a warning other than that, he grabbed her arm and forced it back into it's socket. Screaming out more out of shock than pain, Noëlle dropped her luggage and jolted back. Her eyes were wild, and her breathing unsteady. ❝Better?❞ His voice was cool, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. ❝I ... You ... !❞ Clearly in shock, she could do nothing but stare and catch her breath. The doctor stood, and crossed back through the room to get his notepad, scribbling something she couldn't see on it. Her shoulder's stinging faded, but her mood was no better. ❝I will write you a prescription for pain killers. Go out, to the left, and you will find our pharmacy.❞ He wasn't even halfway through his sentence and Noëlle had already slid off of the bed and grabbed her things. He held out a slip of paper to her and she snatched it, admittedly rudely, though he didn't seem phased by it. Instead he waved to her as she walked out of the door. ❝Enjoy your stay.❞ Her pace was frantic and her mind a complete wreck. In a bit of a rage, she stormed down the halls in search of the pharmacy. It was in the opposite direction of the waiting room, which worried her. She passed a few nurses and closed rooms on her way down, (she also passed a closed bakery -- which she didn't understand) but eventually stumbled upon a pharmaceutical stand. After exchanging her slip for a bottle of Proenzen she was storming back down the halls, and bursting out into the waiting room. The nurse from before waved good bye, but Noëlle ignored her and fled the clinic as quickly as possible. The streets were dark, save for a few tall glowing lanterns, but she didn't care. A few students and counselors were still standing around, but she didn't care. Instead, she entered the inn and searched for Cane. Cane was a much ... younger innkeeper than Noëlle had imagined. Her eyes were a vibrant green and her lips were twisted into what seemed to be a perpetual frown. When Noëlle approached her, she was immediately sized up. ❝.... So, Patrick sent you too, huh? You're not the kind of outsider I like to see. Just once -- just once -- I wish someone INTERESTING would come to Bentley.❞ The girl -- or woman's chin turned upwards and she rolled her eyes, resuming her 'scolding' with a thick, unfamiliar, accent that sounded a bit like Scottish, Russian and British thrown into a blender.❝Come into my Inn, beggin' for a free room because 'Patrick sent ya', whatever.❞ As she complained, she bent over and grabbed a room key, tossing it to Noëlle. The pink-haired girl didn't waste any time running upstairs to the second floor, where the rooms were, and finding her way to room 4. The key was jammed inside of the lock and turned, and the door swung open with a force she hadn't meant to use. When she entered, she instantly felt sick at the smell of peppermint and coffee. Besides the smell, it was relatively normal. Rose-colored walls, a white carpet ... One bed, with a rounded frame, a matching nightstand, and a small wardrobe, and a circular window. There was a bathroom, too. The only thing was was inconvenient was the candles that lit the room. It made no sense, there was electricity, so why? It also made the room uncomfortably stuffy. Instead of looking for Bryan, like she half wanted to, she dropped her bag and locked her door. Then, she blew out the candle and crawled into bed. A flood of tears were finally released into the graham cracker scented pillow, and her body curled and trembled violently. It wasn't long until she drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.
『WEATHER』 COOL 62°! ✖ 『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 - 7:59PM ✖ 『DAY』 03 [/url] xxxx xxxxxxxxxx Noëlle wasn't entirely sure, and she turned around to look back towards the other's. The speedboat had caused some more waves, and a new current. Her legs were about to fall off, she could feel it. ❝GO, AND SEND HELP. GROUP ONE, IF YOU CAN FIT, TAKE UP HIS OFFER. HAVE THEM COME BACK FOR GROUP TWO AND SO ON. IF THERE IS ANYONE EXTREMELY INJURED, TAKE THEM WITH YOU NOW.❞ Suddenly, the voice of Garth rang out over the water. Nervousness crept up inside of her, but she pushed it down and nodded. Most of those who were majorly injured were either within group one or already ... She coughed and sniffled, kicking her way to the edge of the speedboat and accepting the stranger's help inside. She trembled and held her numb arm at the shoulder, considering popping it back into place but not having the nerve quite yet. More wet bodies piled in, and the helmsman looked a bit ... agitated. They were probably too many, but who was he to tell anyone to get back into the water? They looked pitiful. Instead, he went back to wheel and, suddenly, they were jetting off in the opposite direction of the sunken vessels. No one had bothered to ask where exactly they would be going, but Noëlle was happy enough just getting out of the water. The sun began to warm the rest of her body. ❝Thank you.❞ Her voice was a bit too aggressive, but they didn't seem to notice. ❝Oh, it's not a problem,❞ his voice was genuine, and she felt at ease. ❝I'm just glad we got there on time! ... You can call me Mr. Grant!❞ He said the name with great pride, and Noëlle wondered casually what kind of a relationship he had with his parents. Mrs. Grant grabbed a towel from the starboard and meekly offered it to Maria -- who looked terribly shaken up. Noëlle was envious, but put it aside. Her bag sat on her lap, and her eyes stared out ahead of them. She wondered what would happen now, and about her own parents. Part of her expected this boat to sink, too. Luckily, that didn't happen. After a small amount of time on the water, they arrived at a beautiful private dock, with vibrant greenery and pure, white sand. They had to walk a short distance before being stopped by a ginormous silver gate, where Mr. Grant punched in a number. Mrs. Grant put did the same, and they both pressed their thumbs against a censor before the gate opened to accommodate them. It was a bit ... extravagant, for such a simple looking couple, but what could she say? They were invited into a type of car she had never seen before, and piled into the back. ❝Patrick, they ...❞ The rumbling of the car driving over white gravel drowned the conversation in the front mostly out, but Noëlle could pick out a few things. Mr. Grant's name was Patrick, and Mrs. Grant's name was Delilah. They had a daughter and a son. Driving took over an hour, and the wait made her feel anxious. Their cell phones weren't going to be working any time soon, and she just wanted to go home. The longer they took, the more she felt they weren't going back for the others. Finally, they arrived at a rather fantastical inn (Bentley Grove Inn was engraved at the top of a tall arch in bright pink cursive letters) that reminded her of a gingerbread house and Mr. Grant parked, turning to face them in the back. ❝Alright, kids. Those of you who aren't injured can stay here for the night. Tell the innkeeper -- Cane -- that Patrick sent you. If you need medical attention, head on across the street to the clinic. Mrs. Grant and I are going to go send help to the rest of your friends, just in case!❞ Night was falling quickly and a bad feeling bubbled up in her stomach. Even so, she climbed out of the car when motioned to, and clutched her bag to her stomach. The strange car gurgled before going completely silent, like a hybrid, and disappeared along the vanilla hued cobblestone beneath them. Bentley Grove Clinic was literally right across the street. It was an old fashioned looking establishment made of sugar-painted brick, with as bright a label as the Inn's. Inside, she could see sky blue circular seats and white carpet. Her heart lurched in her chest. It would not have been nearly as unsettling, if there had been more people around ... or anyone, other than them. ❝Well ...❞ Her throat was hoarse. Bryan was the only one she felt she could consult, but he had been ... distant, and she didn't know what to do. Jack was not there, and Alice ... Feeling alienated and awkward, she stepped slowly away from the group and headed over to the clinic, holding her bag close to her as the double doors swung open automatically. The clinic smelled like a bakery -- which was really alarming. Her nose crinkled and her head spun. No one was at the counter, so she picked up a bronze hand-bell and swung it back and forth. In a few seconds, a nurse stepped up to the front desk. She had large, bright green eyes, a button nose, rosy cheeks and a head full of sandy curls. Very beautiful. ❝Hello, how can I help you?❞ Noëlle smiled politely, ignoring the strange revving sounds she heard coming from behind the desk. ❝Yes! Um...My name is Noëlle Chambers. Some friends and I just got here ...Patrick brought us? Our ferry was in an accident and some of us are a little ... scratched up, haha.❞ ❝I'm so sorry to hear that! That explains why you're out past curfew. Not to worry, sweetheart, just sign your name here on the sign-in sheet and we'll get you all taken care of.❞ With a deeply appreciative nod and smile, she did as she was told and took a seat in one of the curved chairs. Her fingers shook and she clutched her bag tighter, exhaling. ...Jesus.
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『WEATHER』 PARTLY CLOUDY 68°! ✖ 『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 - 11:43AM ✖ 『DAY』 03 [/url] xxxx xxxxxxxxxx Her arm throbbed with pain, while the opposite clung to the snapped strap of her soaked bag. Her thighs burned, and the fear crept up into her heart again. Gazing around, she could see familiar faces bobbing about -- including Bryan's. The ocean scratched at her neck and splashed against her chin and lips, while her legs swung endlessly beneath her. Discarded luggage, papers and silverware rode the waves like the rest of them. Maria had gasped out for help, but she hadn't been the only one. Two people had aggressively claimed the only lifebuoys that had made it back to the surface, while everyone else who couldn't swim either relied on another or ... drowned. A bitter taste filled the back of Noëlle's throat, and she whimpered quietly to herself. At least this wasn't her fault ... Tears fell from her eyes and she tried, painfully, to wade her way to Bryan. In the end, she gave up. It was too much. It was energy she didn't have. She wouldn't last long out here -- none of them would. Camp leaders, counselors and students were becoming indistinguishable. It was then that her turquoise eyes spotted the wreckage of another vessel. A few students were climbing up on it, now, but the side had clearly read the 'SS Georgey', whatever that meant. It wouldn't take a genius to realize they had crashed into another boat (ship?), somehow. ... Yes, somehow, indeed. The sky was a splotchy blue and white, and the ocean was clear in all directions. How did they crash? Without noticing it, Noëlle had started wheezing into the water again. Her lungs burned. The sun was hot on her face, but the rest of her body felt like an icicle. For just a moment, she considered giving it up. She considered taking a deep breath, exhaling, and letting her body go slack. Drowning didn't seem like a fun way to die, but it wasn't the worst. She heard that after a few burning gulps of water, the body went calm and the world simply ... faded away. It was too early to give up, though. Maybe after a few hours of no progress. Honestly, wasn't there some kind of ... alert system for when a ferry crashed? Shouldn't someone be coming? They had to be. It didn't make any sense for them not to. They just had to hold tight until then. ❝It'll be okay ...❞ It was mostly to herself, but offered comfort to any one else near her. Spoiler SQUAWK, SQUAWK !! Her shoulders tensed and she swiveled around in the water, nearly losing her bag in the process. It was a horn, that sounded more like the honking of a duck. Relief filled her heart. It was a speedboat! ❝Are you guys alright? Oh my Lord, what am I saying, look at this mess! My wife and I were just headin' out when we heard a ... a sound just like a ... like a bomb, almost!❞ The helmsman, a tall, coffee-skinned man with dark hair and speckled green eyes turned to his wife for confirmation. She nodded with wide, worried eyes. ❝We came around the bend there and ... Wow, this is just a disaster! We can fit a few more in the boat here, would you guys like some help? ... It doesn't look like anyone else is comin', so we can take a few back with us and call someone!❞
W H A T xxW I L Lxx Y O U xx D O ? ? ❝Are you guys alright? Oh my Lord, what am I saying, look at this mess! My wife and I were just headin' out when we heard a ... a sound just like a ... like a bomb, almost!❞ The helmsman, a tall, coffee-skinned man with dark hair and speckled green eyes turned to his wife for confirmation. She nodded with wide, worried eyes. ❝We came around the bend there and ... Wow, this is just a disaster! We can fit a few more in the boat here, would you guys like some help? ... It doesn't look like anyone else is comin', so we can take a few back with us and call someone!❞ GO? // STAY?
After tonight, I will not be accepting new characters until a bit later. Any new characters must be introduced (to the rp) this evening, until I start accepting them again.
Okay, no. If she's going to have hurt her back, then you need to edit the post that says she fell and snapped her neck. If she is going to die, then delete the 'she hurt her back' post and have her be dead. If she's hurt so badly that her brain is damaged and she can't even swim, then she should not be muttering that 'she's not dead' yet and should probably be exhibiting severe signs of trauma and pain and will most likely DIE. Translation: Please kill her now or don't have her THAT injured, and please edit your posts to accommodate for your decision.
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Accepted, but please name him something other than Zeke because it'll remind me of Zeke from Days and I'm not sure how TB feels about it. He's been planning this. It wasn't related to the counter. You didn't have to do that. If you want her dead, then that's fine. I know it's apart of the plan you talked to me about and you were wanting to off her for a bit now, so don't worry about it. She can be dead, you're all good.
i miss my friends ... i miss u ╥﹏╥
http://kh-vids.net/threads/❥▐-cupids-brew.138675/page-18#post-4055427 I decided not to count individual characters for hyuge, so I just posted 4 -- giving back 2 counts for 2 of Saxima's characters from before the new counter started. translation: 4 more people can post to save their character. 1 person's characters will die. You guys can count down for me (count down ONE per post). When the counter reaches 1 that's it. I'm going to sleep and will progress us in the morning so please don't do anything stupid. If you'd like to post before I'm back, don't make anything happen. You're all just sittin' in the water.
Keeeeelly. <3 I've been alright, mostly. How about you? Are you back-back?
6 ! ♥ 『WEATHER』 PARTLY CLOUDY 68°! ✖ 『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 - 11:38AM ✖ 『DAY』 03 [/url] xxxx xxxxxxxxxx Glass was shattering and she was getting the idea,moving to climb out of the window with her bag(which had surprisingly gotten caught under the table she and Marina had been), where Electric Blue was getting out of and sitingt on the rail. Her balance was lose much quicker than she expected and she went sliding down into a pole. Pain shot up her spine, but not enough to disorient her will to live. It was the world spinning and her head slamming up against the top of the ceiling that made her groan out in pain. She couldn't help but take a moment to just ... sit there, and during that time, water came violently flooding through the broken windows, pushing shards of glass with it. Her heart started pounding as the ice cold water touched her, and she turned herself around, so that she was on her stomach on the ceiling. The current was kind of swirling her around now, and there was no where to stand. The boat was filling up quickly with water, and falling deeper into the ocean. In a few seconds, her eyes were opening wide and burning slightly at the exposure to salt water. She held her breath and took off. She swam with the current, down a long hall that was barely recognizable anymore, and to a swinging door. The water pressure had already burst the windows from here, and the current was pushing against her body -- nearly sending her flying back again into the dining area. Her fingers clutched desperately at the window frames, and she held her ground, feeling an agonizing pressure in her shoulder that made her want to scream. Instead, she used all of her strength to pull herself out onto where the deck would be. As soon as she was 'out', her body was tossed by the current, her hip scraping up against the falling ferry and her head slamming up against something a piece of wreckage. She took in a lungful of water, unable to hold it anymore, but continued to kick upwards. One of her arms was out of commission, but that was okay. She just needed air. It took a while, but she made her, and emerged gasping and sputtering and hurling out in front of her. She was freezing cold.
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