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xxxxxx [/url] ❝You are so . . . strange.❞ The laughter made Devyn lift her gaze again. In genuine curiosity her head tilted and her fork full of pasta lowered. Sure, she may have been a bit different, but...Before she became too self-conscious, Kallisti continued. ❝My original impression of you is far off from the one now. You are still resourceful, smart, but this is . . . not what I was expecting. Despite everything you have done to us, even if it is for the game, I rather like you Devyn.❞ Nervously, she went back to eating, flipping the mask up against her nose to free her mouth and take in food under the mask. It was a tad unexpected, if she were honest. Kallisti liking her. Then again, both Harley Jackson and Madeline Moore still lived. They had not died at her hand. Perhaps, if they had, things would be different. She must have expected her to be a complete nutjob. Her eyes lowered again. ❝To be honest, I have never had a sleepover, either. . . . Well, I'm not sure that counts . . .❞ Unsure of what she was referring to, Devyn glided her fork over the tops of the spiraling pasta and remained quiet. Honestly, she was no longer hungry. Tiredness was quickly filling the rest of the space in her stomach, and all she wished to do was rest. Her eyelids drooped and she allowed herself to close them once returning the mask to her lips and chin. ❝I'm never too inclined to let people . . . in. To be around them, I suppose. I could never really understand others that could . . . Now that I have the chance, I would like to apologize for Harley. He is . . . an idiot. And for . . . Chester as well. I didn't suppose that you had such a . . . connection to him, that he meant so much to you, but he did seem rather miserable and I . . . did not feel good about declining him. Looking back on it, it has led me into a situation of good harm.❞ A nearly familiar pain fluttered up inside of her, and escaped her heart through a distorted sigh. Ches had been miserable, hmm? It did not make her feel any better...Though, his death had managed to add fuel to the already intense fire of determination churning within her. If she were to see him again, she would have to win. Otherwise, he was gone to her for all of eternity... ❝This may be trekking on too personal territory, and feel free not to reply, but . . . Why do you wear the bag over your head?❞ Devyn smiled. She had held back from asking for quite a bit. Lifting the knife from the plate of butter and grabbing for a slice of bread, more to busy herself than to eat, she pondered on what to tell Kallisti. The truth? Part of the truth? A lie? ...Aah, what did it matter? Kallisti would be dead before she could tell any of her secrets. Maybe it would prove beneficial to tell someone else. Doing so did not come easy, and she found herself spreading nearly an inch of butter onto the hardening slice of bread, digging the tip of the butter knife into the crust. ❝A few reasons...❞ She began, biting her bottom lip with thought before continuing, in a low voice. She dropped the bread and the knife, watching Chestnut pop up at the sound the clank. Her fingers trembled so she pulled them down under the table and muttered an apology before going on. ❝The first, is so that none of you will know what I look like. You will not be able to recognize me, if you see me in a public place, without the bag. I knew that once I met you all, I had to be sure my identity was a secret. It is better that way, for me. Easier to ... observe. The second, is because I loathe my appearance. I...That is all.❞ Liar! Her fingers trembled and her face and ears burned. Anger and shame pulsed through he and she stood shakily, gathering all of the dishes and removing herself from the dining area to begin clean up. Chestnut made his way to the kitchen and sat near the stove while she cleaned. ❝Mm, we should head to sleep, now.❞
;____; THIS SHOULDN'T MAKE ME NOSTALGIC BUT IT DOES. I'm pretty sure that was like one of the first if not the first conversations we had.
Yep!
xxx!!xxx [/url] While Kallisti showered, Devyn traveled to the second bathroom, trusting that she would be finished before her guest was. It felt nice to unfasten the mask to take that bag off of her head. It needed to be washed, but that could wait. Gazing at herself in the mirror again, she frowned and leaned forward to further inspect herself. Above everything, she needed to remember what she looked like. She hated herself, but she could not forget. If she forgot, than she would forget why she had began to hide in the first place. Her mind flashed back to the photographs, and a terrible rage she had unleashed in the past--before the death of her parents. Pictures ripped apart and burned, but that didn't hurt badly enough. Instead, pictures of her specifically...Faces had been scratched, torn and cut out, until none remained. If only she could do such a thing to her real face. Instead of dwelling further, she peeled off her clothing and stepped into a warm shower. She would have much preferred a bath of some sort, but there was no time. She washed her hair, and then her body; stepping out of the tub daintily once finished and wrapping herself up in a towel. When she arrived back to her room, feet snug in slippers and towel wrapped around her tight, the water to Kallisti's shower was shutting off, allowing her time to get dressed. It occurred to her just moments before the knob to the bathroom began to turn that she had completely forgotten to hide her face. Habits, and all. As Kallisti exited, she simply turned around. Her hair tumbled messily down her back, slightly wet and curling, but that was all the girl should have been able to see. ❝Thank you for the clothing, the room, and the shower. I am hungry.❞ Carefully, she nodded and left the room swiftly. Once completely out of sight, her covered feet began to patter against the wooden floorboards as she ran quickly to retrieve her mask and bag. She had nearly broken out in a sweat, right after her shower. As she fastened the mask and threw the bag over her face, her breaths came in shallow gasps for a moment as her brain processed what could have been. Filing it away for later punishment, she made her way back to the kitchen, where she found Kallisti standing about. ❝I will prepare you something light. You have been through a lot, eating too much is ... not a good idea. We will have nice breakfast in the morning, if you would like.❞ Not usually one to wait for confirmation, Devyn nodded towards the dining area and went to the kitchen to start up a meal. Years of cooking for herself and Chester had taught her a few things. She was not the best cook, but she she could cook. The kitchen heated up with the making of a warm, light, permanenti pasta salad. Before bringing the large, steaming bowl to the table, she sliced up some french bread and gathered a butter plate. One by one, she carried two glasses of water, two bowls and forks, the plate of better, the basket of bread slices, the large bowl of pasta and a spoon to the table, setting it up rather nicely if she did say so herself. Chestnut curled up on the floor, between the dining area and the living room. Devyn sat across from Kallisti and fixed herself a plate, keeping herself focused on the meal at first. It had been a while. ❝I am sure you are wondering why you are here...Why I did not just kill you.❞ Without waiting, considering Kallisti did not seem the type to comment on such a thing, she continued. ❝Honestly, it is very simple.❞ Her eyes lifted, digging into Kallisti's--though she could not see it. Her fingers gripped the fork inbetween them tighter, and her nerves spun up inside of her stomach and chest. ❝I did not want to be alone, here, tonight. I know that Chester wanted you to kill him, I do not doubt you. There was no ... blood ... As you can see, my home is rather secluded. I am usually with Chester, here, or elsewhere. Coming back alone was unappealing. ...I will kill you, for strategic reasons...but not tonight. I also was rather curious as to how it feels to have a sleepover with another female, if I am honest. ...Though I doubt this is how things usually go.❞
xxxxxx [/url] It was nice to be back somewhere that was not ridiculously huge. Devyn led Kallisti further into the living room, showing her the television and the quaint dining area. Chestnut trotted behind him them a little ways, but stayed behind once discovering one of his toys in the kitchen. When she was finished showing her guest the first bathroom, she walked down a short hall passed a closed door on her right. Her breath caught in her throat. That was Chester's room, fully equipped as a hospital room would be. She would get rid of the room, tonight, with the music box. ❝Do you live here alone? Chester told me you had parents, but . . . Well, both of mine are dead.❞ ❝My condolences. I killed my parents, when I received the letter. Most of my life after meeting Chester was spent detached from other people. They became strangers to me, quickly. ...It was a difficult thing, realizing nothing was real, at such a young age. Nothing was--is--real to me, excluding Chester. I had it in my mind to get rid of my parents as soon as possible when I had the chance, and I did. ...So yes, it is just Chestnut and myself here.❞ Her fingers brushed the doorknob of the second room and twisted it. Her bedroom. ❝This is where we will be sleeping. You must be tired. Would you like to bathe, or eat? I have a change of clothes for you.❞
xxxxxx [/url] Devyn tossed the name around her memory banks for a moment as she dug through her skirt for her house key. Cheshire, Cheshire...Finally, after jamming and turning the key in rather odd directions through four different locks, she shook her head 'no'. ❝I do not know any Cheshire...You meeting him is a fascinating thing.❞ And it was. Perhaps she would ask Crestatia about the strange boy...or not. It was wise not to bother the demoness so often and she had consulted her quite a few times through this whole ordeal. Maybe a few days later... The moment they stepped inside, a light switched on and warmth spread through her body. It felt so wonderful to be back. Had she been alone, her return might have been a bit more...theatrical, but she could contain herself. ...That was, until the scampering of paws could be heard. Nearly forgetting about Kallisti completely, Devyn slipped off her shoes and walked deeper inside. A young Shiba Inu Pomeranian mix bolted forward from somewhere unknown, barking both in alert and excitement at her arrival. Devyn's heart ached. The sound of her mask would frighten him, but she could not risk turning it off quite yet. She knelt down and opened her arms for the dog, stifling back loving laughter as he licked at the bag on her face and nuzzled his wet nose against her stomach. A few moment later, the dog was running around to see what Kallisti was all about. Her shoulders slumped. ❝I hope you are not allergic. His name is...Chestnut...❞ Her cheeks went hot but the embarrassed feeling was interrupted. Devyn physically flinched when he began whimpering at the sound of her distorted voice. Instead of lingering in this area of the house any long, she began to leave. The happiness inside of her died again and her voice went flat. ❝Let me show you around.❞
xxxxxx [/url] ❝Yes, the room was quite interesting . . . And your book. I am sorry to say for myself and personal knowledge of the game that I wasn't allowed time to read more of it. You have only been a player of this session, aren't you? It has only been . . . fifty-something days, and you have all of that information. I am impressed.❞ Devyn's fingers twitched against the steering wheel before curling tighter around it. Her foot pressed down a bit more heavily on the accelerator as she drove, peering out of her driver's seat window for a moment. The road was empty except for them, as it should have been, but she was still beginning to feel a bit...anxious. ❝How did you go about collecting all of that information? Oh, and . . . Would you mind telling me where you are taking me? I cannot shake the feeling that you are going to kill me when we arrive to our destination - though perhaps you are not completely fault in that, but I don't wish to die for a few reasons.❞ ❝Chester. Chester shared quite a bit of information with me, when we were younger. As we grew older and he became very sick, he stopped sharing as much. Then, once I received my email, I turned to Crestatia herself. I would summon her, and ask her questions. She was very vague at first, but there is a certain way of getting her to talk... The only advantage I possessed over the rest of you was time with Chester. None of my information or resources have ever been impossible for any of you to claim or ask for.❞ Devyn hesitated, running her tongue over her bottom lip in thought. ❝...You lot are simply too afraid to attempt anything out of the ordinary.❞ She waited a moment to gauge Kallisti's reaction, wishing not to offend. To the left of the car, there was nothing but field, and to their right, a gentle river. In the distance now, a plethora of tall trees could be spotted. Without slowing, Devyn swerved off of the main road and straight onto a barely visible brick road; nearly completely hidden beneath the vines and roots that grew there. The fields disappeared behind them, but the river curved to accommodate, staying to the left of the car a bit away--past the thickening forestry. The girl muttered something and flipped on the headlights, better illuminating the dark path before them. ❝You will see where we are going, Kallisti Lein. I do not want you to be afraid, but I also do not want to lie to you. I will kill you...just not yet.❞ The tone of her voice darkened unintentionally towards the end of her sentence. Her heartbeat quickened and she slowed the car a bit, taking a moment to breathe shakily through her mask. A few moments later, the car stopped in front her darkened home. Before leaving the vehicle, Devyn unlocked the second compartment of her music box again, her eyes scanning the models for a few pieces of road. Mumbling to herself again in deep thought, she moved the pieces around and -- once satisfied -- closed the box. Her fingers reached down to unfasten her seat belt and she turned to face Kallisti for a minute, observing her carefully. She wanted to offer her some words of encouragement, or comfort, but nothing was coming. Glad the girl could not see the dead expression on her face, she turned away and opened her car door, climbing out and stretching in the cool mountainous air. ❝Come on, now.❞
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 At first, she didn't even bother looking up. Why would Temperance sit next to her, when there were so many other seats to take? If she was there to patronize her, M couldn't be bothered to care. Now was really not the time. The tears kept coming and her shoulder trembled. She wanted to curl up so tightly in a ball that she disappeared into nothing. Instead of calling her pathetic, Temperance spoke again. Madeline leaned her aching head against the window of the bus, stifling her sobs and sniffling. Her arms were wet with tears and her legs were starting to cramp from being bent against her for so long. Her head lifted when she felt something soft brush against her elbow. Hesitantly, she took the tissue and wiped her arms off, smearing the tears across her face and blowing her nose. "Quin will probably be fine. She's stupid, but smart. She can hold her own in a fight. If it does come to that, she'll probably be fine. Probably..."Probably. She wanted to start sobbing again, but some other feeling was taking the place of that. It wasn't apathy, she wasn't quite there yet. Somehow, despite being somewhat vague, Temperance's words gave her a glimmer of hope. Maybe she really would be alright...but she seemed to certain that something was going to happen to her when she left...The tip of her nose tingled and her cheeks flooded with warmth."Madeline,"Slowly, Madeline turned her gaze to Temperance. Her voice had faltered. M's green eyes scanned the bus and then she realized. That vacant expression of before...It was Cherno. He wasn't here. Temperance cared about him, and he wasn't here. Cared about him...No, it was more than that and...Oh. "At least Quin is still alive, for now."Guilt. She sniffled again and held back a new stream of tears. Maybe Quin was but...Thomas...She didn't other asking what had happened to him. She didn't want to know, exactly. Temperance was sobbing now and Madeline was beginning to feel worse. "It's... It's kind of ironic, we died and now..." That was true, wasn't it? How funny. Unable to hold back her tears anymore she bit down on her bottom lip and buried her face into her knees, pushing away from the window and leaning instead against Temperance's shoulder, offering her own comfort. She didn't bother looking up when the bus stopped and the doors opened. A part of her hoped it was Thomas, but a deeper part of her knew that it wasn't, so it was best to keep her head down.
MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. HALLELUJAH. CRISIS AVOIDED. THANK YOU SO MUCH, CAT. i owe u my sanity Edit: Thank you to everyone who tried to help me, I super appreciate it. The song has been in my head for like a week and it was really getting to me.
I also tried some 'hum/sing to find the song' sites, with no results. I do remember it being classical, as well but... :C
AaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
SOMEONE HAS TO KNOW. SOMEONE. ;_______________; anyone...
I've been asking so many people but no one has known the answer. What's the name of this song? I think I will literally go insane if I don't figure it out soon. Nobody wants that, please help. //gross sobbing edit; i have been helped thank u
cries the tears of one million oceans
xxxxxx [/url] ❝No, we did not, but I do suspect that they did something . . . We pulled a few of them, but nothing ever happened to us, personally. Might you mind . . . er, explaining them to me?❞ Devyn waited for Kallisti to fasten her seat belt before doing the same starting up the car. They backed out of the makeshift parking lot carefully, and began to drive past the building and towards the bridge from earlier. This was the opposite direction that the bus would be going in, of course. Devyn would not be taking Kallisti to the city with the others. When they arrived at the destroyed bridge, the girl with the bag over her face stopped the car. She pulled the music box out of her pocket and used the key around her neck to unlock it. The lid lifted, revealing the same number of figurines as before. This was good, for the most part. Instead of paying attention to the frazzled tinkering Kallisti would not hear, she dug the key into second keyhole, lifting the second compartment of the shimmering box. Inside were miniature models of various things. Doors, tools, rooms, books, random items. She dug through them as she spoke. ❝They control life. The blue ones represent the lives of us, the pawns. The black ones represent the dead.❞ As she explained, she discovered three pieces of a miniature bridge and her eyes twinkled behind her veil. The model was broken, like an unfinished puzzle; so she snapped the three pieces back into the place and the bridge before them formed anew. Putting away her things, she resumed the drive. ❝The red ones take someone out of existence, while the white ones represent those precious to me...No, perhaps precious is not the word. They represent those important to me, or my fate.❞ They drove a few long moments in silence. Devyn visibly relaxed when the time had passed. It seemed Kallisti was not going to attempt leaping out of the car, or strangling her while she drove. That was nice. ❝Really, though, I suppose the pendulums themselves do not do anything. Crestatia makes all of the changes happen. If I pull on the diamonds, or stop the swinging, she simply takes it as her cue to make something occur. I thought you may find that room interesting...❞ She paused, clicking her tongue behind the mask and keeping her eyes on the long stretch of road before her. ❝...And my book.❞
your graphics are so pretty why are they so pretty aaaaaaAAAAAAH
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 This girl...was a bit of a bitch. Madeline couldn't help but feel that way, even if she wasn't saying anything that far off. Honestly, she couldn't tell if the bag woman--or, girl--was conceited, or if she was just being honest and Crestatia really did have a soft spot for her. Madeline never expected to win this game. She had been up and down too often. Sometimes she wanted to die, and other times she wanted to win...Most times, though, she just wanted to punch somebody in the face. ...That couldn't have been right, for a potential Player. But this chick winning? By killing them all...? That didn't seem right, either. It pissed her off. Since waking up, though, she had been feeling less angry. Someone took care of her. Harley carried her around, on his shoulder, and he didn't look very well himself. On top of that, she knew he wasn't fond of her. Maybe Quin had convinced him? Either way, they could have very well just...dumped her somewhere. Less competition, less bitchiness...They didn't, though. She was alive. She would live. Would she have really done the same for someone like her? Probably not. Though...She glanced at Temperance, noticing a vacant look her face. Eek.When the bag girl asked for Quin, Madeline stiffened. Her eyes roamed the group. They wouldn't really let her go, would they? She made a mental note to protest, once the girl was gone. Luckily, Temperance did so for her. Madeline nodded in support. Quin wouldn't go. They had to stick togther--okay, so she didn't really give a fuck about teamwork, but Quin couldn't leave. Her eyes met with Harley's. He would feel the same, no doubt.But then Quin spoke and fear swelled up inside of her again. Her heart started pounding her chest."No, you can't."Her breaths came out short and forced, and then after a few more words from Quin, she started to hyperventilate. Her thoughts were jumbled and messy, and she was still disoriented. The world around her was spinning, and slowing, and Quin's words drilled themselves into Madeline's skull. She knew she was reacting too slowly, but her body wasn't keeping up with her mind. Then Quin took her hand and electricity shot up her spine, jump-starting the flight of slightly nauseating butterflies in her stomach."Hey . . . One of us had to die eventually.""No, you c-can't, I can't, Quin, please." Her fingers trembled between Quin's and her bright green gaze dug into the blue of the girl before her. They were close now. Madeline wanted to wrap her arms around Quin and not let her go. The desire only deepened as Quin's lips pressed against her nose. Madeline's breath caught in her throat. This wasn't happening. She needed to stay behind too, but she felt someone pulling her back. Panic flared and Madeline turned around to see Harley. She shook her head desperately and turned back. What if she never saw her again? What if she really...died? "No, I have to...Quin...!" Her words were breathless and urgent. Before she knew it, she was being hoisted up and thrown over Harley's shoulder again. Her bottom lip trembled. They were leaving. She wanted to scream and kick and claw and bite at Harley, but somehow she didn't have the energy. Her body went slack, draped over him like a sack of potatoes. Tears started to fall and she watched them hit the ground as they exited the building. The cold air nipped at her cheeks. A few whimpers left her lips, but they faded out after a few seconds.Harley set her down and she sat where she stood, knees pulled into her chest and body shaking. What a helpless feeling. Instead of relief flooding through her system when some sort of bus drove up to the building, courtesy of the bad girl, pain did. Instead of a cloaked figure, a very average man seemed to be the driver. Even so, she had to be hauled into the bus, unable to will her body to move. A quick glance around alerted her that Thomas was not present, either, and so she moved her way into the very back corner of the bus, curled up into a seat and cried quietly into her arms.
xxxxxx [/url] A nap did not come as easily as she would have hoped. Though her plush, queen bed was amply warm, and not a sound could be heard coming from outside of her slate grey painted walls, she spent her time twisting under her sheets and mulling over the day's events. There was so much to think about! So much to be disappointed and sad about... Here, alone, she could cry. And so she curled up under the blankets and waited for the tornado of emotions swirling and gathering somewhere, locked away, to hit her. They never did, though. It bothered her. When would she be able to really wind down and let the feelings come? Never again, probably. She wondered if Crestatia ever cried. Truthfully, she was considering going to her pendulum room and searching for Chester's diamond, if it had appeared this time. She knew better, though. It would only hurt him...He truly was unhappy. Why would he not be? He was sick. She prayed that his new life was one where he was healthy and free. She prayed he did not remember her, however unlikely, and that he would move on and perhaps find the strength to fight again. Her body trembled under her blankets and her hair dark, tangled hair fell over her face as she curled up tighter. After about twenty minutes of being half-conscious, Devyn pulled herself up. Her shoulders were stiff and rolling them shot pain down her back. Wincing, she stretched out her legs and groaned, falling back on to the bed and staring at her ceiling with alert eyes. She was tired and ready for this to be over with. Hopefully they would leave behind Kallisti so she could let them go. No one else had to die, here, or now. Using her palms to pull herself up, she crossed the room over to her wardrobe and swung the doors open. It took a few moments to change back into her uniform, but once she was finished, she tucked her pajamas away and gazed at herself in the mirror, chewing on her lip anxiously and trailing two fingers over her cheeks. She was becoming unfamiliar to herself. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out her black mask and fastened it over her lips. Afterwards, she pulled the brown bag over her head and took a deep, steadying breath. She left the room, and then the building. A car was already waiting for her, this time with no one inside. She wanted to drive herself. She needed to think. Deciding again to take the back way inside of the old building, Devyn parked and made her way through the rusty door, up the stairs, across the hall and back down again. She readied her emergency bell in her skirt pocket, just in case she would need some back up, and carefully rounded the corner into the main hall. A breath of relief left her. They had done it. No one remained in the hallway except for little Kallisti Lein. Her fingers pulled away from her skirt and she reached under her mask, switching it on to disguise her voice again. ❝...I am happy to see you here, alone. I trust you will cooperate and I will not have to immobilize you.❞ Deciding not to wait for an answer, Devyn stepped back and turned away from the dark haired girl. ❝Come on.❞ The heels of her boots echoed down the halls as she walked, leading Kallisti up the crooked staircase and down the dark halls of the upper floor. As they walked towards the car, she spoke again. ❝Did you all figure out how the pendulums--get in the passengers seat, please--worked?❞
Hey, Chie, do you have a Skype? 8D
