Simply beautiful.
Love you. <3
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: Home, home on the range. • ♪】 Of course the visit to the clinic had taken all day...but who was she to complain? Nobody. Madeline was nobody. She hadn't exactly been...quick, lately, anyhow. Just a girl with a bad eye. Everything was registering slowly. The world felt glazed in some kind of thick syrup, and every movement and thought felt weighed down by hundreds of bricks. She really was not at her best. When they returned to their hotel room, she slipped off her shoes, placed her painkillers on the nightstand closest to her bed and collapsed onto it. Her eyes dug into the wall closest to her, dangerously, like beams of fire. She didn't feel dangerous, though. She didn't feel much of anything, and the apathy was getting increasingly worse. Sleep crept up and threatened to claim her and the Harley spoke. Or maybe he had said something a while ago. "How're you guys feeling? Madeline?" Why was he asking her? She turned her face towards him, getting situated under the covers and frowning a bit. "I'm fine." Harley didn't look like Kallisti. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or if it was a terrible thing. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she cradled herself. It was common practice to ask how the other party was in a conversation like this, wasn't it? But she couldn't. She didn't want to talk. SHE WAS JUST SO SAD.
No, it's not your fault. I'm not sure she's said it outside of private discussion or not, haha.
Groups will work like that now, unfortunately.
xxx!!xxx [/url] With Kallisti gone, she could finally yank the bag off of her face and ring it back out into the swamp. It was so cold! The breeze stung at her face, but the fresh air was delicious. Her hair was stringy and wet, twisting in waves down her back and shoulders. When she recovered, she peered down into the picnic basket. She would need to spray it off and leave it in the sun to dry...it would never be the same, though. That hurt, and apart of her blamed Kallisti--but she could not do so fairly, because the canoe flipping had been an accident and she had honestly expected much worse. I let my guard down ... The music box was resilient as always, not a thing the matter with it. Crestatia was a rather quality provider, after all. Maybe ten minutes later she was headed back up to the house. The cold agitated her. Before she reached the back door, she threw the wet, scratchy bag back over her face, happy that she could see -- even if it was a bit blurry. Grateful for the towels, she grabbed one and set the basket down, wrapping it around her body and trying to soak up as much dirty water as she could before stepping into the house. The sudden warmth balanced her sour mood, and she went to go take a shower and wash her hair, walking past Kallisti as quietly as she could. While there, she washed the bag and used the blow dryer to dry it off. She had other ones, but could not be bothered to go grab them. Honesty, she was feeling pretty terrible. Deflated. It had been a rather...difficult situation for herself, personally. The canoe flipping had proved amusing, but ... How was she to kill her, after that? What a terrible, awkward thing to do after something so silly. She felt like she had failed, but she felt even more distraught over how unaffected Kallisti had been through the whole thing. Devyn was ... not sure what to do, now, or how to go about killing her. She was a character of plans and reflection. Devyn was no murderer; or at least not an impulsive murderer. In order to go through with it, it had to be deeply premeditated. When the moment was ruined, that was it. She would have to think of a new plan. Getting changed and crawling into bed was a strange thing, too. She felt foreign, sad and embarrassed. Instead of turning her back towards Kallisti, she turned towards her. Her mask was outside, left on the patio to dry when the sun began to rise. It was malfunctioning anyway. A sigh left her, and she furrowed her eyebrows. This should not have stumped her as badly as it did. She hated it. Her fingers shook and she clutched them together. Her lips formed a frown. ❝...You ruined my basket, Kallisti.❞ Her heart skipped a beat and thumped heavily against her chest. It had been a while since she heard her own voice. It was just another thing to be forgotten. Her voice did not convey the anger she felt. Instead, she just sounded ... disappointed, and soft. She was reminded of a time far, far away, long, long ago. A time before reality became null. ...It did not please her. None of this was pleasing. That was it. Her fingers twitched. Instead of going to sleep right then, she pulled herself out of bed and walked out to the patio, closing the door behind her. ✖ xxx✖xxx✖ That had been ... unexpected. Devyn climbed into bed, turning her back towards Kallisti and closing her eyes, covering her face with the sheets.
Hey, can you get on Skype?
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xxxxxx [/url] Devyn could hear the cold in Kallisti's voice and frowned, steadying herself on the tree root and pondering on what to do. The swamp was quieting, so it was probably getting late. The sun would be setting soon, and when it did, they would be engulfed in darkness. There were no lights out here. She could change that, with her music box, but ... She heard Kallisti shift, splash and then settle. To her questions, she remained silent, unsure what to make of them. There were still too many things going through her head. Kallisti seemed as though she had not even attempted to kill her, right then. Why was that? Devyn would ask, but not yet. Right now she had to figure out how to get away from the tree and back up to the house. Her shoulders fell and she brought her knees slightly to her chest, irritated and cold. Finally, she spoke again. ❝...Go. I will meet you up there.❞
Today is day 3/3. Hurry your asses to finish your day, please. Do what you can to progress things.
Thank you for caring enough to ask.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: I don't see any reason to describe what happens behind the door in great detail, so I won't. • ♪】 The outside was cold and foreign. Madeline fell a bit behind her group as they seemed to walk on forever, stopping in places she didn't take the time to register, and eventually entering the clinic. It smelled of rubbing alcohol and carpet cleaner, two things that made her nose crinkle up and her eyes burn slightly. As Harley made their ... appointment, or whatever, Madeline slowly took a seat. Babies fussed and sick people coughed around her. She was getting goosebumps and the eye she could see out of was wide, though she was hardly alert. "Alright, Maggie, The Doc'll see you first. Keep your phone with you and shout 'days' if things go to shit from the outside. I expect that from the rest of you, too."A few moments after he had said it, Madeline heard him. Her head turned slowly to take him into view, a bit of fear in her eyes, and then her gaze returned to the children's toys she had been staring at before. Nervousness crept up to the surface and she hugged her brown jacket tighter around her body, waiting for her ... name, to be called."Magdalene Moorely?"The toys must have been filthy. Everyone was sick. Children drooled over them, smeared their grimy little fingers across the surfaces...How often did they sanitize them? Probably not often enough. The world wanted everyone to be sick after all...Everyone was sick... "...Magdalene Moorely?"...Was that her? Oh, haha. Madeline shot up to stand, hands trembling violently at her sides for a moment before calming. She walked to meet the nurse at the door leading to the back, and then vanished behind it. Needles, cotton swabs, bandages and questions. Too many questions. What happened to you? How long have you had this wound? Does it hurt? Can you see? Too many questions and not enough healing. It felt like forever, sitting there. The woman cleaned her up and then called a few more people--nurses and doctors-- for consultation. They wrote her up a referral for a real hospital, letting her know that there wasn't much they could do there, and banding up her eye again. She would have to go to a hospital and get a surgery, to remove what was left of her ... eye, if she wanted a prosthetic replacement. There was also the option of sewing her eye shut and giving her an eye patch, if she wanted, but that required a real hospital as well. I want to die. On the plus side, her hip was stitched up nicely and she was pleased to discover that she had not been abandoned, once she reached the lobby. Before she took a seat, she grabbed a magazine to stare blankly at.
The puns are fun, keep' em coming--*shot*
Congratulations. Partying and whatnot.
【WEARING!! • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 Temperance entered the room but Madeline let Marina finish before she made her move to go. Splitting up didn't seem like a good idea. Yes, they would stand out more in a large group, but they would be be less able to defend themselves. No, splitting up felt ... wrong. She didn't have the energy to argue it, though, and got out of bed to go take a shower. The water felt nice, but barely. Her body warmed and flushed with the heat, but she didn't feel much of it. Once finished washing her body carefully, she washed her hair. It was beginning to grow out again, but she didn't mind. So much for a makeover, or a change in attitude. It didn't matter anymore. Madeline wanted to be dead, mostly, and she felt like she was already there. Everything was so heavy... She felt depressed. When she was finished, she got dressed. Her bandages were soggy now. It would be nice, maybe, to have them changed. Avoiding the mirror, she left the bathroom and took a seat back in the main room, ready to go whenever her ... group ... was ready.
xxxxxx [/url] She had been prepared to end Kallisti's life when suddenly the canoe flipped. Shit! Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as her world spun upside down and water splashed. The shock passed quickly as priorities came to mind. The first thing she did was throw a hand over her mouth. The mask she wore was waterproof, but she hoped her hand would stop the water from seeping into the filter too much and messing up the sound. This would also keep the bag over her face, hopefully. The second thing she did was grope around the thick swamp for her picnic basket. She would not come back up until she found it. Her heart ached and she wondered if it would be ruined. She might not be able to handle that. A few breathless moments later, her fingers fastened around the handle and she kicked her way up to the surface through some sludge. The knife had been dropped when she threw her hand over her mouth, but that was alright. It would not be difficult to make another. Still, this was frustrating. Devyn gasped for air, but the bag clung to her face. Panicking for just a moment, she took a few more heavy gasps before thinking to pull the bag a bit away from her mouth. She sputtered, the taste of mucky river water on her tongue, and shivered. She could not see. The bag was heavy, drenched, clinging and near suffocating her. It needed to be rung out and dried, but she could do not that with Kallisti around. Instead, she felt around for some roots and pulled herself upon ... something, hopefully the base of the willow tree, collecting her whits about her. ❝W-well...❞ Shit! Her voice wavered and the mask's distortion cut in and out. There were too many options to know exactly what to do, now. Did the bag really matter, right now--? Yes, it did. It did. The chance of Kallisti being revived and knowing what she looked like was high, with everyone who seemed to oppose her being given up. That couldn't happen... Her mind reeled as thought after thought after thought pummeled her brain, back up plans forming and being tossed out soon after creation. Her fingers trembled. She needed to check on the music box, which should have been alright, but...She could not see, and Kallisti... She needed her vision to turn the canoe over again, as well. Her breaths came out short and frantic and her free hand lifted to feel around her neck for the key. The chain had twisted a bit, but it was still there. Good, but ... Man, this was silly. The frogs and birds sounded louder and a breeze brushed through the swamp. Her pajamas were wet and clinging to her body. She was cold, and uncomfortable and exposed. Of course she had to wear something vanilla colored, last night... She could feel a branch sticking out of the bag on her head and she laughed. ❝Aha...❞ Her shoulders shook and then she leaned back a bit, another giggle leaving her lips. The mask buzzed. Her poor mask...her poor, cherished picnic basket; but her imagination was getting the best of her. ❝I am sure we look ridiculous, right now...❞ What to do, what to do...? She giggled, chortling and nearly falling back into the swamp. Man, what fun! Interesting indeed. ...Shit.
Boop. ( 0 )
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 She could have slept for years more, but she knew that was not an option. Not really, at least. They were in a hotel room, and being followed. By who...? She wasn't sure, but the memory was not making this whole waking up thing any easier. Her head was pounding, and the minute the warmth at her side shifted and vanished, her eyes were opening. Instead of making a move to get right away, she listened and took in the information they were giving. Something about a hospital, and finding somewhere to stay. Great...Madeline spent a few more minutes gathering her thoughts before she finally sat up and stretched her arms out in front of her. The air was warm, but not suffocating. From a window she could see that the sky was overcast--with pockets of blue emerging. "Good morning," she murmured passively, to no one in particular. Her head--and eye--and hip--and feet hurt. She wasn't even sure she was completely awake right now. Everything was moving a bit ... slow, and her body felt heavier than usual, her vision seemed thicker. Blurry. Slowly, her eyes locked onto the bag of clothing. She wondered if there would be anything in there that she liked, which somehow brought her to wondering if Kallisti was alive. Shaking her head, she listened out for the bathroom...the shower was running. Also great. Instead of getting up right away, then, she pulled herself back into bed. There was no way she was changing into new clothes before getting washed up; she felt horrible. Bloody, sweaty and terrible.
( After being alerted, I went through and edited some 'quote' posts. Please refrain from quoting other posts in your...post , as it adds to your character count . Thanks. <3 )
