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Finalizing things. I'm locking the thread later. If you want to make another character or join the role play before we start (and be in the OP video), do it now.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 The warmth of before left her. She was losing blood quickly, and it needed to stop before she fainted. She looked around. Harley's cloth would help slow it down a bit, but it wasn't enough, and it hurt so badly. It was a pain she hadn't ever experienced before. She wanted to die--and not have to feel it. Still, she could survive this, she thought. She just needed the right tools...and they had a car. They could leave, couldn't they? She needed a hospital. Madeline watched, though, as a clearly unstable boy left the car. She took a step back, just in case. Could it not get any worse? She wondered where everyone else was and her stomach twisted in a knot. She needed a hospital. She needed bandages and disinfectant and painkillers. As the boy ran off into the forest, she took a shaky step forward towards Temperance, and Quin (very glad to see she was alright)."...C-can we leave, with that? The car? I...We need help." She motioned to the rest of the group.
SHAKILY, THE BOY STARTS TO SCRATCH AT HIS WRISTS. TEARS BEGIN TO FALL FROM HIS EYES, BUT HE WIPES THEM AWAY, SMEARING BLOOD ACROSS HIS FACE. HE LIFTS HIS FACE SLOWLY AND BREATHES OUT. THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE STABILIZES, TAKING A SMOOTH, LOW TONE. ❝I really wish you hadn't done that. Now I have to kill them.❞ THE BOY DISAPPEARS INTO THE FOREST.
❝I DON'T REMEMBER THEM. I WOULD REMEMBER THEM. H-HEY...YOU'VE FORGOTTEN, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU REALLY DID FORGET ME... Y-YOU LIED TO ME. I HATE LIARS. I TRUSTED YOU.❞
❝MHM! WE USED TO WATCH THE STARS HERE, AT NIGHT, AND WE WOULD TRY AND CATCH FISH, EVEN THOUGH THE RIVER WAS TOO--...WAIT... WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?❞
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 Madeline's fingers trembled. She heard Thomas' voice and immediately twisted her shaking body towards him. He asked where she was hurt, but couldn't he SEE her? Instead of answering silly questions, she was about to launch herself at him. She needed a hug, and a long, long cry. Grief and pain. Why was all of this happening? Thomas wiped a bit of the blood away and Madeline winced, sobbing.Before she could break down, Harley approached them. He helped put something over her eye and apologized to her. It wasn't his fault, but...She wanted to say thank you, but she couldn't speak yet. The sound of a car alerted her attention. She turned with Harley and ...accent girl's help, finding her knees feeling weak like jello. Who was that? She sniffled.
❝MM...THEY WERE IN CLOAKS. I DON'T KNOW WHO OR WHAT THEY ARE. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE CLOTHES, EITHER. MAYYYBE....MY NICKNAME? CHESHIRE! ❞
❝JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES DOWN THIS PATH AND WE'LL BE TO THE RIVER! I'M SORRY ABOUT THE WEAPONS...I HAD TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM THE BAD GUYS. I KILLED A LOT OF THEM, YOU KNOW.❞
THE TORTURING CONTINUES. ELLIOT'S STOMACH IS RIPPED OPEN.
❝OH, YOU HAVE TO GO DOWN THE ROAD AND TURN RIGHT! YOU REALLY REMEMBER, DON'T YOU? I'M...REALLY GLAD, TEMPERANCE. IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY THAT THE BOTH OF YOU REMEMBER. I WAS AFRAID I HAD BEEN COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN. IT HURT. ❞
THE TORTURING CONTINUES. OLIVIA IS TORN LIMB FROM LIMB.
❝I'M SO HAPPY. THANK YOU SO MUCH!❞ HE CLIMBS INTO THE PASSENGER SEAT AND SMILES. ❝CAN WE GO TO OUR SPECIAL PLACE, NOW? PLEASE? YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN WHERE IT IS, HAVE YOU?❞
❝HMM. ALRIGHT! THE KEYS ARE IN THE TRUNK! YOU CAN GET TO THE TRUNK FROM THE BACKSEAT!❞ HE DROPS HIS GUN AND MACHETE AND WAITS FOR THE DOOR TO BE OPENED.
❝I JUST WANT TO HANG OUT... OPEN THE DOOR!! WE CAN GO TO OUR SPECIAL PLACE, LIKE WE USED TO WHEN WE WERE KIDS. ...DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME? HEY, TELL YOU WHAT, IF YOU CAN GUESS MY NAME, I'LL LET YOU GO AND TELL YOU WHERE THE KEYS ARE! BUT IF YOU GET IT WRONG, I'LL KILL YOU, OKAY? ❞
❝I'M SO HAPPY TO MEET YOU--NO, REALLY, I AM. I HAVE SO MANY SECRETS TO TELL YOU. LET ME IN THE CAR, OKAY? HAHA. OPEN UP. IT'S NOT THE TIME FOR GAMES ANYMORE. QUIT PLAYING AROUND. WE'RE FRIENDS, AREN'T WE? KALLISTIIIII? TEMPERANCEEEEE? AND...HEY, WHERE IS DUNCAN? WELL, THAT'S OKAY. HE'LL CATCH UP!❞
HAPPILY, HE FOLLOWS YOU. UPON FURTHER INSPECTION, YOU NOTICE HIS CHEEKS AND FINGERS HAVE DRIED BLOOD ON THEM. HIS WHITE SHIRT AND SLACKS ARE STAINED WITH IT AS WELL. HE CARRIED A PISTOL IN HIS LEFT HAND AND A MACHETE IN HIS RIGHT. HE APPROACHES THE CAR WITH A CHILDLIKE GIGGLE.
❝THERE YOU AREEEEE. FOUNNNND YOUUUUU. WHY WERE YOU TRYING TO LEAVE ME, FRIENDS? ❞
❝OH? WHERE ARE YOU GOIN'? I HEARD THE GLASS BREAKING...ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME, AGAIN? FUN!! I'M COMING!! I'LL FOLLOW THE SOUND!❞
