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[ OOC : TSK. TSK. TSK. HARLEY HAS A HEART, HOW AWFUL.]​

[ DAY : 37 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 5, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : ROOM ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TROUBLED / CARING / CONFLICTED ]​

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" Goddamn, you're a mess . . . " Harley commented as he tended to Kallisti's wounds. She had been surprisingly quiet as he had pretty much stripped her down to her underclothing and checked for the damage. There had been a time or two when she flinched away from his touch, but he didn't comment on it, " So what's with this . . . new 'rebel girl' act? "

At first, there was no answer. She stuck her arm out as he said to do and he then wrapped it with a white, long cotton bandage. He moved on to her hands, which had various, small cuts on them, scattered over her fingers. At this rate, she wouldn't even be able to play violin properly. He sighed again at the thought.

" You don't have to tell me. " he said once more, " But I'm worried about y - "

" I did not think you were capable of worry, Harley Jackson. " she said coolly.

" Oooh, right in the heart. " he replied sarcastically, placing a hand over where his heart was, and then feigning pain. He winked one eye open and looked at her only to see that she remained cold in her demeanor and he sighed, dropping the act. " But seriously, Kalli . . . "

" Don't call me that . . . " she said quietly, and silence fell between the both of them as they remembered their time together as kids.

Harley sat down on his bed as she took the other one. What had changed her? She had been acting like this since after the crash of that helicopter. Had something happened on that ride? He clicked his tongue. It wasn't that damn Olivia, wasn't it? He shook his head; just because he didn't like her, didn't mean his tastes reached his cousin.

Kallisti sighed and he looked up from the ground, " Harley . . . " she said in an abnormally soft voice, " Why do you care so much? You have never cared about me, about what has happened to me . . . "

He looked away with guilt; he could see how she thought that and it was a shame that it was so. Did it really seem like he didn't care? She hated him, he thought - no, knew . . . For everything he had never done? He'd never expected what happened all of those years ago, and even when he did see it, he couldn't do anything - he had been just a kid!

. . . No. That didn't seem like an excuse. He had been so powerless against his father.

" I'm sorry if you really think that. " he said softly.

" Why did you suddenly start caring, Harley? " she asked.

" . . . There was never a 'suddenly', Kallisti. " he replied quietly, and she sat up from her lying position too look at him with a scrutinizing but pained look, " I - . . . I've always cared. I could just never . . . do anything about it. You hate me too much to let me in, to let me help you. To let me pr - "

" D - Do not say it! " she said, suddenly standing, " You have never cared about me. You have only ever cared about what things in your path will benefit you. Letting P - Peter do whatever he wanted, letting Lorinda tr - treat me how she did . . . Those things, you never did anything about them! So long as they weren't aimed your way, you were perfectly content wit - "

On an impulse, Harley grabbed her shoulders and forced her back onto the bed, hovering over her, their faces close together. She looked away from him and struggled slightly against his hold. " You don't know anything about me. " he told her. " You've never taken the time to know, to care. Don't you think I saw how they treated you? I wanted to do something about it, but I knew if I did, you would get it worse than before. Don't think that I didn't go through any hell in this family either. I didn't have it as hard as you did, but it sure as hell wasn't a goddamned walk in the park. "

Ah, shit. It felt like he was going to cry. Fucking awful. He fell to the side, and the both of them laid on the bed horizontally, with their feet hanging off the edge. Another silence fell between them as their gazes reached the ceiling. It was like that for a long time. At least an hour . . .

And when Kallisti thought Harley might be asleep next to him, she whispered something and he opened his eyes again.

" Wh - . . . What did you say? " he asked, his heart suddenly starting to beat fast, not looking at her.

" I thought you were asleep . . . "

" What did you say? " he asked again, with more gusto in his tone.

" . . . " She took a deep breath, " . . . Crestatia. She is going to kill me. "

All of the color drained from Harley's face as his breath stilled.

" Please say something . . . " she whispered, and when he came back to attention, he realized that her voice was shaky. He turned his head to see tears coming down her face.

" What a mess, " he said slowly, sitting up and facing her, " Why didn't you say anything before? " he asked. What a secret to take, " She's going to kill all of us. I thought something like that wouldn't bother you. You've never been scared of death. "

She looked at him and he immediately knew that he misunderstood, " No, Harley. She came to me and told me that she was going to kill me. "

Oh.

Oh.

" We need sleep. " he said suddenly, dragging her body to his bed and pulling back the covers.

" Harley . . . " she mumbled, still crying, " I hate you . . . "

As they both laid down, he tried to process what she had told him, but it was late, and they were both sleepy. Minutes passed and he could hear her steady breathing return once more as she slept in his arms. He sighed quietly. She hadn't been dreaming? Of course Crestatia was going to kill all of them, but what did she mean?

Before he fell into a dreamless sleep, there was one thing on his mind; there was going to be a blizzard tomorrow.

Someone was going to die tomorrow.

Would it be her?

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{ OOC : SLOOOOOW PEOPLE ARE GOING TO DIE SOON. I CAN FEEL IT. }​

{ DAY : 37 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 5, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : BORED/RAGING }​

Kallisti merely stared at the girl who stood in front of her with a bored look on her face. She couldn't be serious. Just a ways away from the girl were two others with a don't-mess-with-us look on their faces, but Kallisti cared little for none of them. The one in front of her had a bandage above her eyebrow which was creased into a form of distaste. Kallisti shrugged.

" I am sorry if you do not like it, but I will not apologize for what has happened. " she said with a monotonous tone, leaning her cheek into her fist as her elbow rested on the table, " I am already being punished, is that not enough for you? "

The girl, whose name was Catherine, glared, " I have worked my ass off to maintain a good public image and to do my best so that I can reach my goal in life, " she explained with a frustrated and impatient tone, " and then you come along and decide that none of that matters because you can't handle a few words. "

Kallisti laughed, standing up and grabbing the three books that sat in front of her, " A few words, you say? " she spat maliciously, " I would not call that a few words. You make it seem as if I should stay down and take your abuse - that of which was rather uncalled for, I would say. I am sorry that you are the one to cause ruin to your own appearance, but I will be having none of this blame set on me. "

A defensive look crossed the girl's face, " Do you even know who I am? "

Another laugh sounded, " I do not know, Miss Catherine Reyna Catrall, am I supposed to know who you are? " she asked humorously, " You are unimportant to me and my well-being, therefore, I do not care to kn - "

SLAP.

Kallisti's head was forcibly wrenched to the left and a look of utter surprise crossed her face as two gasps from behind Catherine sounded. For a long moment, everything was silent and she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Her mind was completely blank, but a screen of deep red flooded her vision and her body reacted before she could even think straight.

Dropping two of the books, she held the last and thickest by its edge and then sliced the air with it as the cover of the book collided with the cheek of the girl in front of her. When Catherine fell to the floor, Kallisti tossed the book onto the table and dove onto the other girl bringing her fist up to strike with a full force this time. Catherine's two friends had shot for both of Kallisti's arms and dragged her away from their friend as Kallisti growled and forced herself from her weak bonds.

Catherine tried to collect herself, a bruise already starting to form on her pale face.

" Kallisti! " came a voice, and the four girls stopped and looked at the opening of the bookshelves to see who it was that caught them in the act.

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[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ]​

[ LOCATION : LIBRARY / BOYS' DORMS ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ]​

Harley clicked his tongue when he found out the source of the ruckus in the library. It was just a lucky break that no one else seemed to have heard it. He was pretty surprised to see that his cousin had been wailing on some chick that he recognized from one of his classes, and he wondered how the hell this situation had come to be.

" Harley! " both the other girl and Kallisti had called out at the same time, and then Kallisti flipped her head so that she was glaring dangerously at the other.

" Kallisti, what the hell, man? " he asked with a stern tone, " Aren't you already in trouble? What's with this fighting act? " Kallisti had never been one to raise a first at another person - she usually thought those kinds of things were a waste of time.

His cousin threw her finger at the other girl and spat at him, " This girl slapped me because I did not know who she was. How am I supposed to care about some ridiculous, fake, idiotic, bumbling girl who cares about nothing more than her appearance? I am no - "

He was having no more of it; reaching for her arm he pulled her away and practically threw her onto his back, then looking at the girl, " You, don't say anything about this, I'll sort it out with you later. " he commanded, " Say something, and those damages to your face won't be the only thing you'll be getting in punishment. "

For about fifteen minutes, Kallisti struggled against the firm hold that Harley had on her as he walked in the evening air back to the boy's dorms. It was chilly tonight, and tomorrow, there was going to be a blizzard. He couldn't help but feel that he knew people were going to die tomorrow. Who would it be this time? He'd rather not be the one, but if it had to be so . . . Then again, Tyler Ashes was dead. No one left to protect Kallisti. He clicked his tongue again.

" You're crazy. " he said to her as she finally relaxed against his back, " Hitting a girl like that. We can only hope that she doesn't say anything. "

She mumbled something into his back and then fell silent once more. Harley sighed as he walked into the building and through the hallways.

Signing up; almost doesn't seem worthwhile without Makaze, my partner in crime, but we'll see.

Tsk.

Bushy has already provided a screenshot, and mine looks exactly like that, so I will reiterate; the search bar placement is wonky.

Whenever you've got the time, look into a slimmer width? I know a lot of members prefer it, but it's not a sort of top priority thing.

On spoilers; for some unknown reason ( and it happened a while ago ), the text in the spoilers has gone back to italicized. I hope you can make it normal again.

The new design will take much getting used to.[DOUBLEPOST=1360440758][/DOUBLEPOST]Also: I shouldn't have to screenshot it, but I'll link it; the BBcode page is all kinds of fucked up, and it's been like that since the XenForo move. I also don't think it would hurt to update the list, to add things like the [ PARAGRAPH ] code and such.

Avatar: 6/10 - Because that's fucking scary.
Signature: 8/10 - Because Paranoia Agent. ♥

> legal drinking age

HAHA.

Anyway, some of these look pretty good. Might try the Anti-Sora and the Paopu Fruit. Yum.

. . . I do believe that my IQ has dropped a few points.

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{ OOC : BLIZZARD COMING YOUR WAY, IN A ROLEPLAY NEAR YOU! }​

{ DAY : 37 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 5, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SILENT }​

Today would be the first of her week-long punishment - then again, not that this was much of a punishment. Mrs. Price was a lenient person, and with the library of the Academy being a series of bookshelves and floors that comprised a maze, she was able to find a solitary place to keep to herself.

She felt almost determined today to not get into any sort of trouble. She hadn't yesterday, but then again she hadn't been found, and had committed a deed which could have brought trouble. Today, she would stay in and keep away from people who she thought might piss her off. Then again, that seemed to be everyone these days . . .

School hadn't started so long ago, but she already hated it. It wasn't the classes or the work, it wasn't even the teachers most of the time - it was the students. What a disgusting and incompetent bunch they were. No real street-smarts to speak of, no real manners except for the superficial ones, no real honesty between them. A shallow bunch they were, and the worst of it was, she knew their family names.

With a sigh, she flipped through the book she was reading, Mapping the Human Mind in Society, and continued to read, trying to find some reason to not be so harsh on the peers she detested so much. When the book closed, Kallisti leaned back in her chair and folded her hands behind the back-support.

Only more reasons to despise them had been discovered.

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[ LOCATION : LIBRARY ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : THOUGHTFUL ]​

" A - Alright, th - that's enough . . . " the boy stuttered nervously, his breath coming in short rasps, " I - I . . . don't think it would be a v - very good idea to g - get in - involved with you . . . "

Harley moved aside, a calm smile on his face, " If you really think that's best. " he said coyly, making sure he wasn't in the boy's way, " I'll be here, though. "

The boy's pale eyes glistened with lust, but there was a tint of regret lingering and he knew he had to go before things had gotten too far. " W - Well, I trust Gillian, so . . . " he admitted, looking away with a heavy blush on his face, " I w - will definitely come back if I n - need you! "

Harley didn't know what "needing" entailed, but he shrugged and continued to smile, placing a small kiss on the feverish boy's forehead, causing him to fluster and stutter even more; he couldn't help but think that it was cute.

When he was gone, he rubbed the back of his neck and brought himself to a desk with a computer, yes, they had been in the library, but who was going to find them? This place was practically a maze, and unless you scoured it or looked from the top floor, you weren't going to find anything. With nimble fingers, Harley brought up his email and looked at the one that called his fate.

Dated November 29, 2012, it had been thirty-seven days since then. More than one-third of their one hundred days was up and the list was only growing longer, it seemed. Most of the list felt like they were dead, though. Madeline Moore, Temperance Spike, Abigail Rider, Thomas Adams, John Quincy . . . Just a few of them. Who would go next, he wondered? In order to survive, what did one do? Make the game interesting?

There was a blizzard coming soon, if he was right, it was tomorrow, or the day after. What would happen then?

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[ OOC : TOOK MY SLEEPING PILLS AND AM IN MASSIVE PAIN. WILL GIVE FUCKS TOMORROW ]

Kallisti returned from the coffee shop to her room to find Cristina asleep. The less interaction with her, the better. She felt bad. But not really. As she fell asleep, she wondered how soon that blizzard would come.

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Harley's day had been uneventful, except for finding that unconscious person on the bench. Wondering how that came to be, he took the boy to the infirmary then returned to his room, remembering hearing something about a blizzard on the news.

After stripping off the majority of his clothing, he hopped into bed and fell asleep.

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{ OOC : IS IT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS, OR IS IT NOT? FUFUFU. }​

{ DAY : 36 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 4, 2013 } • { LOCATION : SCHOOL GROUNDS/COFFEE SHOP}​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED/THOUGHTFUL/WARY }​

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Panting, glaring down at the person below her. How had she come to be in this position, their bodies had been mangled together mercilessly, grunts and groans sounding in the private area?

Why was she doing this? She knew better than this.

She wiped her mouth, realizing there was a slight trickle down the side of it. She was stronger than she thought, seeing this person below her, under her mercy, exposed to her whim. They were a sheet gone to the wind and she was the one who let their clips loose. Not that she was going to try and catch them, flying away as they were. Someone else could do that.

Leaning down, she pressed her mouth to the ear, " Do not touch me, ever again. " she murmured softly, " Your consciousness will not be the only thing lost next time. "

Fixing herself up, she looked down at the person once more. Surely she couldn't leave them here? No, no . . . There was a bench, she could sit them there and neither of them would ever speak of this time again. She would have to treat these injuries, though. They had certainly been rough, hadn't they? As she walked out of the previous area, leaving them behind, she almost laughed to herself. Just a little more that time, and it would have been done.

Aaah, when had she become like this? Kallisti sighed to herself.

Coffee, that sounded nice right now.

A few students around her spoke of an upcoming blizzard, and she winced. That could only bright unfortunate events - just like the rain, and them having to be stuck in the school. She wondered how many of them recollected that time during these last few weeks.

" French vanilla, please. " she told the woman when she sat down. Normally, she would be drinking tea, but she wanted something a little stronger so she could have more of a hop in her step. After all, the afternoon's events had been most unexpected, and she was tired.

This blizzard, though . . . it needed to be spoken of; she had a bad feeling about it, and she was sure she wasn't the only one. The Brookridge natives such as Miss Olivia, Theodore, and Miss Marina wouldn't know of these sorts of things, but someone like Cherno or Altair would.

How many people were still alive from the list? It had felt so small when it all first started out . . . That next morning in Café de Vermeil, she hadn't been amused with the e-mail, and neither had anyone else . . . How many people were still alive? She sighed and remembered the girl with strawberry blonde hair with bright blue eyes filled with mischief and secrets. She certainly wasn't one of them.

I think I will try in two nights' time.

Then again, a lot could happen in two nights.

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{ OOC : OH, FIRE WENT TO BED. UH . . . WHAT TO DO NOW. }​

{ DAY : 36 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 4, 2013 } • { LOCATION : DINING HALL/HALLWAYS }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : STRANGE }​

xxxxxxxxxx Allison had suggested food, but Kallisti would have rather spoke somewhere else than in the noisy dining hall . . . She could already feel a headache coming on, but persisted in letting it show.

She and Allison had a small, meaningless conversation about their breaks and what they thought of their new school, but there was nothing of the game, and Kallisti refrained from mentioning that her death was nigh. Nigh. Why would that word even come up? This was not Shakespeare, good god.

When she decided that she had enough of being around so many people, Kallisti bid Allison good day and left the hall in search of peace. Classes were going to start soon, so perhaps she should head to her first? Hmm . . . Perhaps she should just skip classes all together, today, but after yesterday's event, she doubted that the officials of the school would be thrilled with this.

Kal. OH, THIS IS A FIRST. Hush. I am bored. Do you have any thoughts on summoning Crestatia? WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT? DOESN'T SHE WANT TO KILL YOU? She does, but really, I no longer have anything to lose, and I am rather bored. WELL, YOU COULD ALWAYS MAKE A BLOOD SACRIFICE. Kallisti laughed, and a few students in passing glanced at her. She cleared her throat and looked passive again.

That wasn't funny. YOU LAUGHED. I am being serious. SO AM I. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HOW TO SUMMON A DEMON? I'M NOT ONE. I'D WANT A BLOOD SACRIFICE. FUFUFU. Kal, really. KALLI, REALLY. You can be so insufferable sometimes . . . THAT'S THE POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK.

WHY DON'T YOU JUST ASK OUT LOUD? Do you think that would work? IT'S WORTH A SHOT, ISN'T IT? You are right, I haven't exactly tried, yet. But what would I say to her if she appeared? DON'T YOU HAVE THINGS TO ASK HER? WHAT, ARE YOU TRYING TO STRIKE UP A BARGAIN? No, I will not bargain for my life, for I wouldn't know what she would want in exchange. Then again, it does not hurt to try . . . What say you? I SAY IT'S WORTH A TRY.

NEXT TIME YOU'RE ALONE, JUST ASK FOR HER TO APPEAR, SAY THAT YOU HAVE THINGS TO ASK HER. AT WORSE, SHE WON'T APPEAR! You know, against my better judgement, I do believe I am starting to like you. YOU'VE ALWAYS LIKED ME, LOVE. YOU'RE JUST TOO STUBBORN TO ADMIT IT. Hush.

He was right, what was the worst that could happen? She wouldn't dare try and summon Analynne - was it even possible? Probably, but Crestatia was the demon that was currently on her tail. Perhaps she could turn them against each other? That seemed foolish; an outcome of that would be them both turning on her.

Would Crestatia really allow bargaining for her life?

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[ LOCATION : DINING HALL ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : HAPPY ]​

xxxxxxxxxx By the hour after the morning started, Harley felt like he knew more than half of the student body by now. What he had gathered was this: they were a bunch of snobby, bratty, stuck-up, self-conscious, weak, inferior-complex-filled - . . . Ah, the list could really go on, but most of them were pretty bad kids. Every now and then, he found a golden coin in all of the copper, but they were few and far in between all of the lesser metal.

Not to mention, he'd also gotten a lot of numbers.

Harley walked into the dining to see that his cousin was leaving it through a different exit. He frowned at her posture, but looked at her school uniform. Wow, that was . . . an interesting outfit. Why the stockings? Well, he knew why, but why thigh highs? He had seen other girls wearing them, but what about knee highs? Goddamn her attractiveness.

It's a good thing Harley wasn't into incest.

He looked around and spotted a familiar face, Alli. He hadn't seen for a while now - the last time he was even near her door, it was Christmas. " Hey. " he said, as he sat down at the table with her, " Long time, no see. "

" Harley! " she said, slightly surprised, enthused, and then chiding, " Where've you been man? You drop me a present for Christmas, and never come to visit me again? Not cool, dude. "

Harley laughed, " Yeah, sorry about that. It's been a little busy. " he began to explain, " Being from a well-known family means you have to meet and greet everyone around the holiday parties. It's a hassle, but I can't avoid it. "

" Sounds like it sucks man, but you still should have made time to visit me! " she said, punching his arm lightly, " So . . . um . . . H - how was your holiday? "

Hesitant to ask?

They went on to have a small conversation about their breaks, and Harley wasn't surprised when he found that she had pretty much holed herself in her room the whole time. It was nice to talk to her again.He hadn't told her everything about what he did because he knew it was better for her not to know and get mixed up in that stuff.

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{ OOC : UH-OH BROLY, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT ~ }​

{ DAY : 36 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 4, 2013 } • { LOCATION : DINING HALL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : PEOPLE, DEAR GOD }​

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xxxxxxxxxx Danke, the girl must be German. Blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, yes, it did seem she was German. An exchange student? Kallisti cared not to keep up with these things.

" Bernadette, and you? " Kallisti glanced at her hand and guessed at which of the two actions she could take; shake the hand and be cordial, or ignore the hand and be cool. Then again, her manners put her on the former.

She shook the hand, a small smiled placed properly on her face, " Quintus, " she explained, taking her hand back after the shake, " Or Quin, if you prefer. "

She glanced back at the girl in the wheelchair, Bronagh. Her legs had been crushed by the helicopter, how unfortunate. Or . . . that's what she would said if she truly cared - then again, to have lost ones legs, very inconvenient, indeed. When she looked back to observe the German girl, she found herself being looked over with interest.

" You play? " she was asked, and Kallisti glanced down at the case held in her hand.

" I do, " she responded accordingly, " I had just come from the Orchestra Hall, actually. You are fond of classical music? " she asked.

Kallisti looked back at Bronagh. Perhaps it was a coincidence, did she want to believe so? Not really. She would find some time to speak to this girl in private, but now wasn't convenient.

Before Kallisti could say anything else to the two girls, a slightly familiar voice called out her name, " Quintus! " When she turned around, an Asian girl with a long, black ponytail was coming towards her, " Hey, I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been? " Once again, before she could say, " Uh . . . well, I mean . . . uh, never mind. Don't answer that. " A nervous laugh. Kallisti raised an eyebrow. Yes, that was a rather bad question, wasn't it? Then again, she didn't mind answer with a lie of the sort.

When she was asked about her break, Kallisti let out a little laugh, " It was a handful. " she replied, a darker joke underlying the answer, " Yes, it is nice to see you again, too. " And then she was asked for her number and Kallisti stalled in her person. Why would she want her number? Not to be suspicious, but . . . With a shrug, she muttered the number to Allison.

So many people around her at once, Kallisti subconsciously moved away and turned to Allison once more, " You really do ask a lot of questions. " she noted with a small laugh, then looking pointedly at Bronagh, " Miss Bronaugh, " she began, " It would be nice to see you again soon. I have something I would like to ask you about, whenever you are able to spare time for me. "

The girl, Bernadette was still there, " It was lovely to meet you, Miss Bernadette. " she said, and then returned to Allison, " We shall talk more somewhere else? " she asked motioning for the two of them to leave the dining hall, although Kallisti was still hungry.

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{ DAY : 36 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 4, 2013 } • { LOCATION : MUSIC HALL / DINING HALL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : MUSIC / EMBARRASSED }​

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xxxxxxxxxx A nasty mood? She didn't want that today, she wanted to be happy today. It was a laugh though - her being happy? Not as of late, and not for the rest of her time in this game.

There was something she did want though; a last talk with Crestatia. Ask her a few questions, ones that she would probably take to her grave. There were things she wanted to know of the demon, and there were things she wanted to know of this game. How to summon though? Perhaps tonight, she would try.

The orchestra hall of the Academy was absolutely nothing to sneeze at, and Kallisti wondered how much time was spent here, building just this one sing, open room. It smelled of polished wood and brass, and the wide open space let the smallest of sounds echo, resonate throughout the vintage-designed architecture. She loved it, and it made her feel at peace, the one thing that she seemed to be missing lately.

There were a few other students lollygagging, practicing, but she hardly paid mind to her. Especially after yesterday. The director had lectured her, berated her too. Kallisti took his words to heart, more so than the other teachers. But that didn't mean she was going to stop what she had planned. Still, practicing, he said, was what she could focus on to distract from her troubles. Perhaps he was right.

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A breath escaped her lips when the moment was over, and it took her just a moment to process that the room had gone quiet. Had she been playing that loud? It hadn't felt like it, but the other students were staring at her, some with envy, others with awe, but the moment she had stood to begin casing up, they few clapped and she could feel a small warmth coming to her face. How embarrassing. But she did realize that playing made her feel better.

" Thank you . . . " she said to them, trying to mask her embarrassment. Quickly, she adjusted her uniform and stockings and closed up her violin case, taking it by her side, " See you in class . . . " she mumbled, and then hurried out of the hall.

Her stomach had told her that she was hungry, and so, case tightly clutched to her side, she clicked her shoes all the way across the main building to the dining hall, and had come in just in time to see a girl with blonde hair slip and fall. Kallisti winced as she saw the accident happening, vividly imagining the pain it brought. For one contemplative moment, she thought about helping the girl, but before she could, another with unusually colored hair appeared.

She recognized that girl . . . The one from the helicopter crash, she had been stuck under it. Kallisti had tried to help her but could truly do nothing in the small body of Cristina.

. . . Bronagh, wasn't it? It reminded her of the letter B, the person going by the alias of B, who had spread nasty rumors of her after the crash. They had come back to her when she had received a few anonymous hateful Asks on Tumblr. Kallisti rolled her eyes at the memory. The humorous thing of it was, "B" had said she was able to talk, but at the time, she had been in Cristina's body, and Cristina was a mute. It made her wondered when this "B" had met Cristina in the first place.

" Hello, " she said, having unconsciously made her way towards the two girls, " Is everything alright? "

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : TEEHEE }​

{ DAY : 35 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 3, 2013 } • { LOCATION : DORM }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SLEEPY }​

xxxxxxxxxx Her phone had vibrated in her bag, but she was in no mood to answer it.

The day was only growing worse, for she had learned that her weekly sessions with Melissa would start up once more.

Everything was going to hell, and if it didn't get better soon, she would snap.

At least there would be a concert soon - both a solo and a group. That would lighten things up a little for her.

Tomorrow, hopefully, she would feel better . . . Cristina was already asleep by the time she returned to their dorm and she sighed. Little time had been spent with her roommate for the reason of her temper as of late; she didn't want her to be unreasonably hurt. Could she explain something like that to her? Perhaps not . . .

After a brief shower, Kallisti laid herself on her bed and vowed to check her phone in the morning. She was sleepy . . .

Sleep . . .

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[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ]​

[ LOCATION : LIBRARY / DORM ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ]​

xxxxxxxxxx Did Harley have a day dream about a hot sexy moment in the silent library with Theo where their sweat and body heat mixed as Harley pressed the other against the bookshelf? Mmm, delicious. But probably not.

Theorore, huh? He didn't seem like a bad kid, and Harley was interested. Maybe he and Teddy Bear could hang out soon. Probably here in the library.

He had ended up checking out the book and carried himself away from the main building and to the boys'dorms. This first day of classes hadn't been so bad, and he was looking forward to tomorrow.

After a quick shower, Harley crashed.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : WHOOPS. }​

{ DAY : 35 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 3, 2013 } • { LOCATION : PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE / HALLS }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : UPSET / ANNOYED }​

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xxxxxxxxxx What she really wanted was to believe that she tried not to, that she had enough self-restraint and patience not to, but the last week hadn't exactly been ideal for her and so she could not contain herself. The girl deserved it since she had started it and Kallisti had no regrets.

Her stockings were now holed in several places, her hair was a bit of a mess, and her uniform blazer was open with the tie undone, the undershirt no longer tucked neatly into her skirt. She was going to have to fix this tomorrow.

What she was truly concerned about was seeing the headmistress. It was the last thing she wanted and the mere thought of seeing her sent her into a few emotions: rage, embarrassment, and fear. If she saw the woman now, she would be unable to stop herself from leaping over the desk and strangling her.

Kallisti was not to be messed with, today.

But it was lucky for her and the headmistress' life that she wasn't in at the moment, and so Kallisti had to settle for seeing one of the vice-headmasters. With this came the expectations of a lecture and small punishment for what had happened. Things were set out to special circumstances for her because she was the headmistress' "treasured" granddaughter. It made her sick, but at least she was benefiting from it.

After the lecture, her punishment was relayed: " You will be the head librarian's personal assistant for one week and will be with her from an hour before classes, through lunch, and two hours after school. " That was all? How quaint, how pathetic. How nice. She wouldn't truly mind that, for she had met Mrs. Price on the break. She seemed like a lovely woman that she wouldn't have to harm.

When it was over in the office, she was sent to the nurse, Dr. Conger, to be patched up. That bit - . . . girl had long and sharp nails, and was able to put a few cuts into her neck and one on her cheek. Kallisti was seething for it, but . . . It would pass - and perhaps she would avenger herself with something a little more dire than scratches.

It was after the New Year, now. Her time was limited.

After Dr. Conger placed bandages and wraps on her, she ordered Kallisti to come and check in with her tomorrow, just in case. In case of what? Kallisti almost laughed. Ridiculous. It was just a small tussle that the other girl started by calling her a bitch. Kallisti honestly did try to walk away, really. But the girl just couldn't stop herself and then Kallisti had lunged at her.

. . . It was reminiscent of Lacey's.

In the restroom, Kallisti tidied herself up and then began to immerse herself among the other busy-bodied students, some of which had recognized her and stayed away. Social outcast status? Like she cared.

She was tired.

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