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After a dreamless sleep, Madeline's eyes fluttered open to the couch cushions. She twisted and stared up at the ceiling quietly for a few moments as last night's events resurfaces in her memory. Her fingers clutched softly at the blankets that enveloped her body and her toes wiggled in her heels. Heels...Heels would not be good for running, assuming they would have to. A headache started up and Madeline sighed with exasperation, pulling herself up into a sitting position and stretching upwards. She would have to ask Theodore if he had some more...suitable clothes.

Her stomach rumbled and she wrapped her arms around it, leaning her head back on the couch and catching a glimpse of a tall, dark-haired boy with glasses eating something. He was alright. That was good. It didn't look like anything had happened over night. Madeline twisted to her right, looking for the remote control.

The news channel was still there and, rightfully, still on the topic of the bombs. New information had been released. Something about anyone who helped them being killed, and about a meeting being held to determine the most humane method of finding them. Tweets and Facebook statuses scrolled across the bottom of the screen, all with different levels of enthusiasm and different opinions on the situation. Madeline felt nauseous. The feeling of dread swelled up again when the list of 'targets' flashed up on the screen again. Jeeze. They certainly weren't being very subtle for supposedly still 'debating' whether or not to go on a manhut.

Before doing anything else, she sleepily pulled her phone out from her non-existent cleavage and sent a text to Tempurpedic Mattress.

When sent, Madeline rested her palms on her kneecaps and bit down on her bottom lip for a moment before standing and turning around. She walked towards the food table, nodding once to acknowledge Thomas' presence, smiling and fixing herself some fruit.

"Good morning, Thomas." Her voice was low. When she was done greeting him, she turned away and began the search for Theodore, walking past Quin in the process. Her heart. "Good morning, Quin." Also a murmur. Madeline didn't linger--she could not linger. The balcony door was open, so that's where Thomas--GAH--Theodore probably was.


Her heels clicked annoyingly loud against the tile as she diva strutted to the balcony. The little mask girl was there. Madeline didn't like her. Why didn't she like her, again?--Oh, right. She ignored her. Little skank. So, the blonde ignored whatever they were going on about and butted in without warning.

"Theodore. Have you any clothes we could change into?"

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Thankfully, nothing out of the ordinary happened over night. Theodore had lost a bit of his steam after a few hours passed and had nearly fallen asleep. At that point, he left the balcony and reentered the loft. Just a few students had found themselves somewhere to sleep there, so he left and headed into the still-functioning elevator and down to the sleeping quarters (no, there are no beds on the 25th floor you sillies) to check on the kids there.

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Finally, he returned to the balcony with a blanket and a cup of hot coffee, curling into the chair and keeping watch for the rest of the night, alone. His mind wandered dully, and his eyes stayed fixed on the distance, where the smoke was still spiraling up into the sky. He checked his phone a couple of times to see if Marina had responded, only to be disappointed every time. ​

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The sun rose and melted away a few clouds, (the smoke remaining and darkening the sky), and a high-pitched voice rang out behind him. His eyes followed the young girl until she was beside him. It was a bit of a delayed reaction due to tiredness, but upon noticing that she was wearing...turned his face away. ​

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❝You're still awake. Why?❞​

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❝Good morning...What was your name, again?❞He smiled, clutching the empty coffee cup to his chest, knowing it would not warm him anymore. With a shrug he replied, ❝I was just looking out for ... any bombs, I guess. Or anything else. Have you eaten? Today is bound to be a long day, so...❞​

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Someone else entered but they didn't sound threatening and Madeline had no energy left to turn and size them up. She felt a little bad, but hey, this was Theo's party.

" s'Hard being friends . . . isn't it? "

Madeline closed her eyes again, nibbling softly on her bottom lip and letting her mind wander. Maybe it would have been nicer to move to a room with a bed, but this was lovely, too. Even without a fire lit in the fireplace, Madeline was warm enough. Quin leaned over and at first M had thought she would just lean further into the cushions, but then her head rested on her shoulder. For a moment, Madeline wanted to be more than skin and bones. It may be more comfortable, after all. But Quin was alseep, so it must have been alright.

Softly and a bit timid, Madeline pulled the girl a little closer to herself.

"Good night," her face leaned down slowly to peck Quintus' forehead before she let herself drift into slumber.

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Sleep was not happening. Instead, he turned up the volume to his phone and leaned back in a chair, on the balcony, in the cold. He would not sleep. He would not. Those bums inside of Antilum could sleep, if they wanted, but sleep felt dangerous. If another bomb dropped he would warn them, and move everyone down to the lower layers of Antilum. If another bomb dropped... ...His phone buzzed and he viewed the text that awaited him.

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His heart felt much less heavy now. He replied quickly and curled up a bit in the chair.

He wished she had waited instead of strutting off by herself. If only, if only...He should have brought a blanket out here, but going back inside after that storm out was...not going to fly. Not with his pride...Not that anyone had been paying attention. Instead of returning, though, he huddled up as best as possible and sighed, gazing up at the sky.


Tonight he would not sleep. He would just watch the sky, and think, and plan, and try to stay alive.

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Madeline checked her phone. Nothing yet. She really did not actually want to head back to the dorms, after this whole thing. It would put herself in danger along with whoever accompanied her...but she really could not stand the thought of Temperance offing herself. It made her angry.

" That's to say I've not been angry with everyone.I am simply tired."

She could empathize. She was tired, too. Madeline gazed into the dead fireplace, tempted to find a way to light it for extra warmth, but consumed by the (sadly rational) fear of the whole place bursting into flames as a result. Her eyes were burning, so she closed them.

" We haven't talked much as of late, I was beginning to think that perhaps you were angry with me. "

"I was, a bit." Oops. Madeline frowned and sunk further back into the couch. She had no right or reason to be upset. Not at all. She really did understand the whole 'friends' thing but for some reason...Even though she understood...It had hurt her and pissed her off beyond logical reason, how easily Quintus had decided to just drop it. How easily things had just shifted. It was more of Crestatia's fault, really, but Madeline couldn't very well direct it at the demon. So it had sat there and festered and turned into a bit of resentment. Thomas was under the same 'rules' but he still fought for her--god damn it these comparisons.

Delicately, she brought her knees to her chest. "I got over it, though. Wasn't really you I was angry with."

She shut up with that and opened her eyes again, checking her phone.

As she lifted her gaze, she caught John's grin and her eyes turned to daggers. What was with him? Dickface.

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How dramatic...Wait, what did that mean, exactly? Done playing? What, was she going to just sit in their dorm all day and refuse to do anything? Or was she...She groaned quietly and typed a message back.

Temperance killing herself would be annoying. They still didn't know what the punishment for suicide was and for all Madeline knew, it could be that everyone else in the world dies and the people who try to kill themselves are the only ones left--or something ridiculous and terrible like that. Hopefully Temperance was intelligent enough not to risk it.

Quin sat beside her and Madeline had no energy to feel much of anything from it. She was happy, though. A little. Possibly. Tch.


" I'm tired. . . . This night has turned out to be a . . . disaster. Is there any chance of going back to the conference room and throwing ourselves out the window?"


She had just been mentally scolding Temperance for thinking of suicide, but Quin seemed to be mostly joking. Madeline smiled briefly and shrugged, staring up at one of the dim red lights still glowing above them. Creepy.

"...You've been different lately." Blunt of her. Too tired to filter. She glanced over her shoulder towards Thomas, still fighting sleep not too far from her. She lowered her voice while turning back. "Have you been angry with me?"

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He wasn't going to chase her--or anyone--down. If she was so sure on leaving so rashly, then fine. She was old enough to make her own decisions and would have to do what was right. Still, when Marina waved good bye to him he couldn't help but feel like he wouldn't...no, now wasn't the time to think that way. He had to be optimistic! So instead of feeling defeated, he rolled his shoulders and returned to the loft. A few people were missing now. Theodore's nose crinkled. These kids...They were pathetic. He looked around the loft. They were all just kind of lounging about, or trying to sleep.

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Sure, it was late, but Theodore wasn't going to sleep. Not with bombs falling from space. Not with Marina out there by herself. Not with the world after them. ​

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He walked back towards the pool table and pulled a seat out for himself, sitting and taking his phone from his pocket and dialing his father's number.​

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The first time, no answer.​

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The second time, no answer.​

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The third time... ​

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❝James. I...assume your party guests are still present?❞​

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Weird way to start out a conversation. He kept his voice low.​

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❝Yes, father.❞ ​

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❝Good...You know the city is in a panic right now, searching for those on the list that were shown. The culprit has revealed pictures to go along with the names, along with additional information. Age, gender, last seen with...The city is being flooded with calls on your whereabouts. Luckily, they won't know where to start, with you. Did you see your name on that list?❞​

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❝I did. Theodore James Weldon.❞​

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❝Did you see your name, James.❞​

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❝...What are you talking about?❞​

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A few moments of silence passed before the scientist spoke again.​

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❝As I said, they won't know where to start with you, therefore you should all be safe for the night. I will not be able to protect you for long. In fact, doing even this may or may not prove dangerous. The woman has stated that anyone seen or found helping or protecting you lot will be killed without warning. Obviously, there has been no proof yet, but...She does not seem like an ordinary woman.❞​

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❝Father...? How do you know who my 'guests' are?❞​

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❝Haha, as though I would allow total strangers into my labs. Of course I know their names.❞​

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Not much explanation, but it was typical.​

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❝This may be difficult for you to understand, but I would like you to at least think about giving them up. Your friends, I mean. Who's to say they aren't thinking the same about you? I know you are as self-righteous as they come, but consider it. Those who stay the night could very easily be turned in to the police, while you...❞​

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Theodore hung up the phone. He was disgusting. He stood and walked past the fireplace and television, sliding open the door the balcony and unintentionally slamming it as he walked out. ​

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Things were happening. Before she knew it, the wind had been knocked out of her as Thomas protectively wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down under the table. Disoriented, Madeline laid underneath him, allowing him to be much too close for comfort while glass shattered, people yelled, alarms blared and some kind of massive explosion went off. Finally, after a bit of stillness, Thomas helped her back up. She brushed off her dress and shook her head back and forth, sending messy strands of blonde hair back and forth. Madeline screamed internally and her face went red--this time not of embarrassment.

"T-thank you," Quickly, she searched his face to make sure he wasn't injured and that she did not have to feel guilty before turning on her heel and heading off to the loft with the other's, just in time for some rhyming bag girl to pop up on the screen, followed by a list of names--some of which she did not recognize.

"This is ridiculous. You guys really ****ed up." Her eyes glared around the room, looking for someone in-particular who seemed to be gone. Good. She hoped Crestatia or whoever dropped a bomb on her next, assuming she was a good distance away.

Without bothering to say much else, or any I-told-you-so's, Madeline plopped down on the couch and sighed. Thomas lingered, like a dog. No, he was fairly independent outside of his infatuation. So, like a cat. She hated cats.

Quin spoke.

" If any of you have anyone from your families that could help us - I'm mostly looking at the original students of Brookridge - phone them and ask if they are willing to help us. "

Haha. Family.

Erk, her heart. She felt weird, so she shifted and leaned further back on the couch just as she felt her phone vibrate against her chest. She reached into her dress uncharacteristicly shameless and pulled the phone out. Oh. Temperbitch.


What did you guys do?
Cherno isn't texting me back.
What's going on in town?
-Temperance

Cherno. Pffff. She wouldn't have bothered to send her a message had it not been for him. Typical. Madeline glanced around the room for the brooding boy before rolling her eyes. Her thumb lingered on the screen of the phone. ...So tempting. Apart of her had some terrible urge to reply back that they had summoned the demon and Cherno was dead.

...Hmm...

She typed up a reply and slipped her phone back into her dress.

Really? You and I used to talk on MSN fairly often. You were in my zombie role play, too, haha. Aw well, happy to see you're alive and whatnot. 8) If you need any help with navigating through the site, let me know. I hope you're planning on sticking around for a bit!

I remember youuu. The site works the same, basically. How long has it been? ._.​

Bring it on--I'm just kidding please don't I'm not that competitive, good luck. ;__;

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Theodore groaned in annoyance, his cheek still stinging. His phone started to vibrate and he yanked it out of his pocket, glaring at the email alert and skimming it quickly before typing up a quick message.

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Good. With that taken care of, maybe, he turned to Marina during her rant/speech and pressed his fingers to his temples. So rash, but after that it would be terrible of him to stop her, maybe. He had NO idea where the hell she was planning on going at all, but...​

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❝Okay, well to the rest of you, please stay put. If you're injured or burn, let's take care of that before any storm offs, please. There should be a first aid kit behind the bar. We can discuss a plan of action while dressing any wounds. ❞​

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While they hopefully were competent enough to get started on that, Theo ignored his cheek and left the loft. His phone vibrated and he almost threw it. Bronagh. UGH. Maybe these idiots should have actually attended. NOW they wanted anything to do with him?

THEN he hurried to find Marina--who hadn't gotten that far through the lobby by the time he appeared.
❝Hey...Hey! Where are you going???❞ ​

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He was already in the hallway peering into the conference room when the explosion hit, causing him to lose his balance and slam into the wall.

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❝SHIT!!❞​

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After a few moments, he made sure nothing else was going to knock him off of his feet and turned towards Marina as she spoke. His cheeks glowed, but he felt agitated still, so he simply nodded and pushed forward, making sure Marina was close by. He reached up to pluck the glass from his cheek with a wince and entered the loft with Marina. Fucking hell what a terrible night. Theodore quickly found the television and turned it on, flipping the station manually to the news channel.​

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❝...--TO BRING YOU A SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN. IT APPEARS THAT A UFO, OR SOME SORT OF MISSILE -- PRESUMABLY FROM SPACE -- HAS BEEN DROPPED IN THE HEART OF SNOWTOWN. THE NUMBER OF CASUALTIES IS UNKNOWN, BUT THE DEATH TOLL IS GUESSTIMATED TO BE IN THE THOUSANDS. THAT IS ALL OF THE INFORMATION WE HAVE AT THE TIME, BUT OUR CREW IS HEADING TO THE LOCATION. PLEASE STAY TUNED FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION. ❞​

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The staticy image stayed on the screen before switching to footage of the smoke and of various people crying and explaining the feeling of the trembling and the loud sound. ​

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Theodore was just about to turn the television off when the screen changed. There was a chair with a feminine figure seated there. She wore a bag over her face, but did not appear to be in any danger. Instead, she leaned forward and tapped the camera, clearing her throat. ​

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❝...Hello, world! I will cut straight to the chase...I'm the one who dropped the silly bomb from outer space! ...Oh, if you want to survive, and I know you do, it would be in your best interest to assume that's true. Anyway, don't worry, I don't want to waste your time! Listen, I'll keep bombing 'till some pesky kids are mine. So for the sake of planet earth, I'll show you the full list. And from my heart to everyone, I wish you luck with this. ❞​

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Theodore frowned. Oh no. The woman waved and giggled, her voice airy and light. Then the screen went black and a list of names appeared. ...Not just any names. Of course not.​

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Somewhere in the distance, a whistling noise is heard, almost the same as when an airplane flies overhead. After a few moments of silence, Antilum trembles--as if there is a sudden violent earth quake. From the windows, those looking can see a brilliant flash in the far off distance. A plume of smoke billows up instantly after.​

1, 2, 3--a massive, delayed explosion is heard. Lights flicker on in houses and buildings, people peering out of the windows and a few screams sound off in response. ​

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There were quite a few things going through his head at this point, most of them making him want to cry. He managed though, and when he could finally accept that he was actually alive, he began to calm down. His head lifted and he winced. Maybe he had gotten hurt, but it wasn't bad. A bit of blood trickled down from his right cheek. Glass. That was nice. He needed so medicine.

The smell of ashes reached him as his senses returned. His senses...Oh! People were on fire! He shot up to stand, peering around the room. He did not want to see a dead body, and was pleased to notice that everyone was mostly alright...His eyes lingered on Marina and he pressed his lips together in a thin line, considering approaching her. With soft steps, he walked past her instead, standing right behind her as to give her some time blocked from the view of the others, to compose herself. He felt bad. His eyes searched for Elliot. He was okay. Good.

❝Is everyone okay? I am going to call my father. He can help.❞

He took his phone out of his pocket, dialed the number for his dad and pressed the phone to his ear. After a few rings...

❝James--STATIC--! I...What did you do?!❞

❝Um. I will explain later, it was...This is an emergency and I...Actually need your help. First, how do we get out of here? Can you disarm the system?❞

❝I could--STATIC-- but--!❞

❝GREAT! We need that. Can't open the door and...well, after this, I think they want to go home. It's getting late.❞


He was rambling a bit now, but he was somewhat hysterical. He still wanted to cry and he had a massive headache. He wanted these people out so that he could properly contemplate suicide.

❝James...It would unfortunately --STATIC-- be of you and your friends best interests to stay at Antilum. It is clear to me now that you haven not heard what is happening here.--STATIC--Look at the news.❞

Oh no.

❝...What are you talking about?❞

❝The labs are--STATIC--James, I need STATIC--Do you understan--?!STATIC. You need to get--STATIC--whatever you do don--STATIC.--54629920❞

The phone went dead. What was that number?? The...system override code, maybe?

Exasperatedly, Theodore crossed over to the control panel and jammed the numbers into the glowing touchpad. The alarm stopped blaring, but the lighters were still a bright red, casting an ominous glow over the group. He tried the door, successfully opening it.

❝You're...free to go. But my father says something is going down, and that maybe we shouldn't be leaving Antilum...I'm not sure what's going on yet, but I am going to check the news on the loft television now.❞

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Theodore...didn't even know what to say, or do. One moment everything was going pretty dandy. Then Crestatia possessed weird ethnic mask girl, had a seizure or something, and then everyone started bursting into flames. Somewhere in there, the entire room had started to rumble and the large windows of the conference room just...completely shattered, sending glass flying everywhere. Theodore dropped to the floor before that, huddled under the table in a mild panic (yelling over and over with each scream or loud sound). His dad...he was...going to slit his throat.

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Finally, things quieted and Theo climbed carefully out , avoiding any glass and shivering at the cold breeze wafting in through the window frames. He smoothed his trembling fingers over his tuxedo and shook his head back and forth, unable to even open his mouth to speak properly.​

Shakily, he walked to the door and went to open it. ...Except it wouldn't open. Okay. He sat down in front of the conference room door and placed his forehead onto his knees. Alarms blared as Antilum rightfully went into lock down mode.​

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[/url]"A DEAL? HAHA. A deal..." This mask was annoying her. She reached up and removed it, taking a breath and not even bothering to hide the toothy grin on her face.

"All of you? HAH. Regardless, deals are intimate, sweetheart. Too many people here for...THAT. I suppose I will CONSIDER it...Ughhh."

Vanille's body slipped from the chair and back onto the floor, as if made of jello. She laid there for a moment with a clearly furious expression.

"NEVER MIND. I am not making a DEAL here after THIS. May you all BURN."

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