❝HMMM...THIS IS NO FUN ANYMORE. COME OUT. COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE, OR I'M GOING TO BURN THIS ENTIRE BUILDIN' DOWN TO THE GROUND, MOTHERFUCKERS--HAHAHAHAHHA. OR MAYBE I SHOULD BOMB IT? COME ON, I DON'T BITE!!!!!!! DON'T BE A COWARD, COME ON OUT NOW!❞
[/url] __) _______ ooc: trigger warning, no time to format properly. At first, he tried to be strong. The blades tore as his skin, but they were mostly just teasing him, painting his body with scratches. Then, as they dug deeper, he started to breathe hard. He wanted to pass out, at least. Then, a few minutes later, he was wishing he was dead again. He wanted to die. If there was a God (there wasn't), he wanted them to just take the pain away and let it end. The biggest pain, though, came from hearing the other's. Poor Vanille, crying. Elliot. Olivia, too, though he wasn't all too sure how he felt about her in general. ❝Dear GOD, have MERCY, please! STOP. What do you want?!❞Pleads like that left him every few minutes. That was, until one of them brought the bloodied tool up towards his mouth. Theodore's eyes widened in horror. ❝Do you want yer tongue cut out, boy?❞ What a strange accent, but it shut him up. He trembled as they swung at his thighs and then his stomach. He couldn't die here. He wouldn't die here. He was back for a reason, wasn't he? He just had to...to think! He had to think--but it was so hard when everything hurt so badly. What could stop this? He took a deep breath. ❝CRESTATIAAAAAAAA!❞ The two prodding at him seemed caught off guard for a moment. Over and over again, he shouted. He screamed. She was the only one, ironically. The only one who could save them.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 Still screaming and partially gasping for air, Madeline dropped to her knees on the shore and held her hand over her left eye. Blood dripped between her fingers. She had been freezing before, but suddenly her body flooded with warmth in her panic. Her face was burning. Tears streamed down her right cheek and blood poured down the other. "OH GOD. OH GOD." She lifted her face, seeing nothing but grass and trees. Where were they? Her body trembled and she curled up onto her side on the bank of the river. Where was Thomas? Sobs wracked her body. She was shaking, and bleeding. Her hip burned, blood running down her exposed legs.
❝I HEARD SOMEONEEEEE. I KNOW YOU'RE HERE--HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. YOU WANT TO PLAY? OKAY! I'M GONNA FIND YOUUUUU!❞
[/url] __) _______ ooc: trigger warning, no time to format properly. ❝Theodore! I'm here . . . I don't know where I am, but I'm . . . inside something metal. D - Do you know where we are? Is there anyone else in here?❞ Why was she here? This was terrible...Her face went pale and his bottom lip quivered. What could he do? What could he do? He tried to yank his hands free, but pain only shot through his spine and shoulder at yanking. He felt dizzy. "I am-- I am here. Here. Are you two alright? This is-- ah-- this is Olivia. Ack-- I-- well, is that you, Theodore? Haha ...Good to see you're alive. N--now, now we should-- we should try and find a way out of these things s--so you can enjoy living.""Is-- is there anyone else here? H--hello?"She was so funny, ha. ha. ha. "Olivia? T-Theodore?"Elliot. That was...horrible. It really was him. Before Theodore could voice any of his probably-futile ideas, he heard a door unlock. His heart started pounding. From the door way, a small group of hooded figures entered. They crossed over to him, Olivia, Elliot and a Brazen Bull. That must have been where Vanille was. The two sent over to him were holding some strange tools he had never seen before. Almost like rakes--except for much sharper. ❝I don't know who you are, or who sent you here, but please, don't do this. Especially not to the little girl in--,❞Without warning, the sharp blades of one of the instruments pierced his side, under his arm. Blood oozed immediately. His eyes widened. What was ... this? It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. Oh no.
1 【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 Nerves flooded her stomach as she dropped. A weightless feeling filled her. She was so oblivious to what was happening that she simply relished in the feeling of floating for a bit. Her eyes opened right as her back slammed into the river's surface, knocking the breath out of her. She expected to hit the bottom and come back up, but instead, the current dragged her further under the water. Her head spun, her body jolted this way and that. She tried desperately to climb up, but tumbled under the water instead. It wasn't until her hip snagged on a branch that she was able to slow. The wood cut deep and she screamed breathlessly under the water, but found the strength to wrap her hands around the branch. Debris that had fallen from the floor and tumbled into the river with the rest of them whipped past her, one chunk pushed by the current and slamming into the right side of her face. She clung, though, and pulled herself up and onto shore. She could hear voices, but they were quiet. Her hip was bleeding, and ... She reached up to touch her face. Pain shot through it. Her breathing was highly irregular at this point, coming out in wheezes. She brought her fingers away, noticing, from one eye, blood. ...A lot of blood. There was blood everywhere. Panic. She screamed.
LEVER PULLED!! THE FLOOR CRUMBLES. YOU ARE DROPPED INTO A RAGING RIVER. DON'T DROWN ... OR HIT YOUR HEAD ON A ROCK.
THE DOORS LOCK BEHIND YOU. (you have left behind the car that would have allowed you to go either back to the city, or to where the other's are.)
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】Madeline nodded in understanding, diving under the water after a deep breath and gripping the lever, helping Harley pull at it. When it still wasn't enough, she held her ground and breath as best as she could, waiting for more assistance.
[/url] __) _______ Theodore's eyes snapped open. He took a breath, which became a cough and turned into hyperventilation and wheezing as memories assaulted him. Oh GOD. He had ... died. He hadn't exactly meant to, either. He remembered driving like a madman. The only thing on his mind had been how to make sure the rest of the people with him weren't killed, too. Not because of him, or those people. He had only wanted to help and to accomplish something, but ...Not existing...What a terrible, hollow feeling. His heart started to calm down, but panic surged through his muscles once more as he took in his surroundings. He didn't need to put too much thought into things to realize he was in a torture chamber. His arms were held high above his head, and his legs were tied, as well. The pain in his shoulders only just began to get to him and a hit of desperation caused him to groan out. His throat was dry, and eyes tired.Scanning the room again, he noticed Elliot laying on a table. He could have cried, so relieved to see him--but not here. He shouldn't be here. Who else was? Olivia and...No one else, from what he could see. ❝H - Hello . . . ? Is anyone th - there . . . ?❞Vanille! Not here--why was she here? Where was she? ❝Is...Everyone alright? Vanille, do you know where you are? It's Theodore.❞
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】Cold. It was so cold, and wet, and what the hell! Madeline's eyes shot open under water, stinging from the sudden exposure. She gasped in surprised, inhaling a mouth full of water and flailing around beneath the surface in a panic for a bit before instinctively kicking her way up. When she could breathe again, she coughed and sputtered, her stomach emptying the water back out in front of her. She felt sick, dazed and terrified. It was so cold! Where was she? Spinning around, she could see a few others. Harley, accent girl, and Thomas...Thomas! She splashed around for a bit in an attempt to wade over to him. "Th-Thomas!" She was overjoyed that he was alright, thought she knew this wasn't the time to catch up. Her eyes glided across the lowering ceiling and then back around them. What was happening? Why were they there? " C'mon kiddos, this ain't the time, wake up. " Her chest tightened with panic. This wasn't the time--what was happening? They had to get out. Immediately, Madeline strayed from Thomas' side and started to attempt pushing the walls. Maybe there was a secret compartment or a loose brick??? She tried to look down into the dark water to find where the source of it was, but had no luck. ****.
Hey, do you have a Skype? C:
Jessie's tumblr works for me. Alright, I'm assuming I'll have to do multiple counters at once at some point during this, so this is a key for y'all. If something is in your group's color, it applies to your group. If it's bright red, as usual, it applies to everyone. GROUP 1 GROUP 2GROUP 3GROUP 4GROUP 5
...THE HUNT HAS ENDED AND THINGS HAVE GONE BACK TO NORMAL, BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALL BEEN FOUND AND CAPTURED!! CONGRATULATIONS!!
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 Madeline wanted to cry. Elliot just agreed to a deal when he didn't even know what the demon would take in return. She wanted to melt into the classroom's floor at this point. ❝And what would you like, Madeline?❞ 【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 Nothing, no thank you. That's what she wanted to say. Elliot had already mentioned Theodore, and the hunt. Though she felt he had butchered his request, saying anything else about bag lady's little adventure seemed redundant. She felt she would be judged harshly for it. ...But better safe than sorry, maybe."I would like for the air to be clear of radiation and safe for everyone to inhale, again. I would also like to ask that the bag lady's hunt be over and done with, completely, and that she become no longer relevant and everything goes back to normal." ❝I see. I will make it so. Do we have a deal?❞"No. What would you like in return?" ❝...Clever girl. In return for the radiation poisoning, I will completely destroy a city of my choosing. I do not ask anything in return for ending the hunt. Now, do we have a deal?❞"...Yes." ❝Wonderful!❞Crestatia set the empty mug down on the desk and stood. The girl's corpse disappeared and with it, so did the demon.
You are. Please don't look at the first post of the OOC thread until it's updated, if it bothers you so much. I will edit the photos in Photoshop -- along with everyone else's before the role play begins and when I am able to. Sorry if that's not quick enough for you. If you feel you can do a it quicker, then by all means, I will send you the Photoshop template and you can make the images that are remaining for everyone yourself to help me out?
❝Ah, you would like James back from the dead?❞...❝I will bring him back. You would like for the hunt to end, as well? Of course.❞ 【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 Crestatia smiled in a way that unsettled her, so she chimed in. "If possible, it would be nice if the bag lady's hunt in general ende--" ❝I am not speaking to you. Wait your turn.❞...❝Well, then, Elliot. Do we have a deal? I will bring James back to life and end the hunt.❞
❝Excellent! You have my gratitude.❞...❝What was it you wished to ask me for?❞ 【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 She kept her eyes fixed on the woman in purple. This was her? Crestatia...? The woman who had set this whole thing up and ruined what life she had was right here in front of her? Was it because there was a blood sacrifice? But then, why had she wanted to kill Kall-Quintus...the last time? It baffled her. How could she just waltz down before them so plainly? For the first time in a long time, Madeline felt actual terror paralyzing her. It was one thing to see someone possessed, but to have the demon right here in front of them was horrifying. At any point, this demon could alter anything she wanted. She could kill them all right here, as she sipped her coffee. ❝What was it you wished to ask me for?❞ Madeline's gaze followed her as she took a seat at the teacher's desk, bringing the mug of coffee to her lips and peering at them with what seemed to be genuine curiosity, through large, doll-like eyes.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 At first, Madeline didn't think anything was going to happen. Her eyes narrowed and her nose crinkled as she prepared to turn towards Elliot again with some snarky speech about how they messed up, somehow...But then the school started to tremble violently, and the beakers burst--sending shards of glass flying. Madeline's heart started pounding, but she couldn't move. Her brain kept telling her to dive under a table for cover, but her feet were glued to the ground. Needing someone to blame, Madeline turned her sharpened gaze towards Elliot. Lights swung overhead and the door to the classroom slammed shut, locking. In front of the door appeared, without warning, someone she'd never seen before. ❝Hello.❞...❝Very well done, I suppose. A bit impulsive, but what can you do?❞...❝...Where are your manners? Will you not offer me anything? I greatly enjoy cake and coffee.❞...❝Well?❞
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 "Picking up where we left off?"Slowly, she nodded and tilted her head to move a curl of hair from her eyes. The thick, blonde strands were growing out again like a weed, and needed to be cut. It would have to wait. Hopefully she would live long enough to groom herself again. A small smile formed on her lips as she stepped back from their little ... display. It was wrong to feel prideful--it really was. This girl had a family, maybe, or people who cared to lose her, maybe, and it wasn't her fault she was crazy--maybe. It was disrespectful to find any sort of joy in this and still, she was curious as to what Crestatia had thought of their little accomplishment. "Are you ready?" Her eyes lifted to his. Memories of the auditorium flashed back to her head, and she remembered Quin and ... that other girl she didn't care for. She wondered if Elliot would be subject to the same terrible consequences. "Be careful..."
