48 hour mark missed (once before this), Bushy Brow is ouuuuut. Let me think...I'm going to go ahead and say that none of his characters existed, but if this actually interferes with any of you tremendously, we'll work it out another way. Please say something if that's the case.
/moved to ooc lounnnge! Good luck.
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing!! | OOC: Getting ready to leave, rush post. Ugh. NEVER ENOUGH TIME ANYMORE. The first thing she noticed was a warmth in her hand. Somehow, the gentle pressure in her hand eliminated all traces of any aches or pains she should have been feeling. Her breathing was shallow, eyelids heavy, and there was a strange tingling pulsing through her body. The slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor alerted her right away that something was wrong, so a part of her was afraid to open her eyes. When she finally did, a feeling of dread washed over her--almost enough to make her want to vomit.The room was too bright; blindingly white, with a window open to her left, shining gray sunlight into her room. Her nose crinkled and she closed her eyes again. Her body felt so heavy, and even the simplest of movements made her feel as if she were under water. After a few minutes, her eyes fluttered open once more for a second try. This time she shifted around in her bed a bit, rolling her stiff shoulders and flexing her toes, never once letting go of whatever warm thing she was clutching on her left. She was in the hospital. How did she get there? What happened? Did Crestatia do something? Her mind reeled. ❝Eleanora...?❞ Her face flushed and she turned her head around in surprise, coming eye-to-eye with a familiar blonde boy. She tilted her face and then lowered her gaze to their combined hands, the beeping on the heart monitor speeding up noticeably. ❝John...❞She was breathless, eyes wide. He was here. For her? Was he really? ...She tried to keep calm, searching through her memory banks for some sort of clue as to how this happened. As she did so, though, her eyes started to blur with tears.❝W-what happened?❞
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 The small smile of her's melted away with his words and guilt filled settled in. Why didn't she visit him? Her eyes cast down to the plate of crackers as she reluctantly took one into her mouth, hoping to settle her turning stomach. "I didn't want to see you like that. Unconscious, in that hospital bed. I didn't want to see you." Her fingers trembled as she brought another cracker into her mouth and washed it down with a sip of hot tea, refusing to look at him.
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Good luck with school and such. ;c How did you like Hitman Reborn? I'm okay, too. <3 Just taking things one step at a time.
Mirai Nikki.
Thank you. c;
I'm so happy. Watching now.
Sounds about right. =P Welcome back.
Yooo. I was thinking about maybe having a KN around...March 30th, maybe? Somewhere around there (I'll let you guys know for sure lol). My schedule is kind of weird now...But before I do that I kind of want to gauge how many people would be interested. That would influence if I'd do it and what kind of KN it'd be, yadda. So if you would be interested in participating, please let me know. Things have been really dead lately so I don't know if there's anyone even around to do this with. I'll also see how I feel about doing this and depending on the turn out and how things go with it, I'll decide whether or not I'm ready to bring it back as a regular thing.
[/url] ___ ___ ___ He wouldn't lie, this was a bit much to process out of no where. Theodore listened, though, all of the way through. When enough silence had past that he knew she was finished, he rubbed the back of his head and diverted his gaze, feeling a bit ashamed--but just a bit. He wasn't sure what to make of the 'i love sex' thing. It wasn't so much that he disliked sexually active women--or women who were fond of sex. He disliked promiscuous women because he found them to be, in his experiences, less loyal and...He pressed his lips together. He didn't like the thought of being compared to however many else there had been, or being under constant internal pressure to be remembered--if something went wrong. Someone who wasn't a virgin was fine and all, but sex wasn't such a casual thing to him. It was lust at first sight with Marina, but he was a romantic. She seemed to just want to cut to the chase. If there wasn't an ounce of compatibility on that end, he was alright skipping out on this one. Maybe that was childish of him, but he couldn't help it. Then again, maybe it was too soon to tell? With her vent he had picked up on a few things, at least. Marina turned to look at him.❝My apologies. I never speak of myself so extensively. It is selfish of me to tell you all of this and I am sure you do not want to listen.❞He wanted to say something prominent, but he did not know what. He couldn't help but wonder what had made her open up to him, if the only reason wasn't to make him feel guilty as hell. Finally giving up on trying to be any sort of charming, Theodore stood up and grabbed his jacket, slipping it on and shoving his phone into his pocket. ❝Thank you for sharing that with me...It isn't selfish of you, I care to know. But for now... I won't push it any further.❞ Now wasn't the time. Before leaving the guest room, he leaned down and very innocently gave her a peck on the cheek--his own cheeks glowing. He quickly diverted his gaze and mumbled, ❝Stay safe.❞ Before stepping out of the room and walking briskly towards the front door.
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 "Just a few days, three at the most I woke up a week or two ago, I was bedridden for a while. I don't know what email you're even- oh! You mean the spam? Other then it still be undeletable and a sign falling on me...I have experienced anything weird. Well...I did stumble on you in a old building. " She smiled slightly. "Um, I've been safe. I just can't wind myself, it takes longer then normal to catch my breath. It's why I couldn't catch you in that hallway. A lot of things were damaged. And I mean damaged real bad, Maddy. Truthfully, I don't know how I got better, especially so quick! Doctor's called it a miracle. I might have even been on the news after waking up, if not for the weather being weird and messing up the school." A waitress came over with a tray of crackers and cookies placed between Thomas and herself. She then asked what they wanted to drink. Madeline ordered a cranberry green tea. "I see." There wasn't much more to say to that, how ever suspicious it sounded. It was kind of cute to her that he still didn't believe in the email, though. Of course, she probably wouldn't either if she had been cooped up in a hospital that long.
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 The walk to some obscure tea shop called Short & Stout was tedious. She hadn't even heard of this place before. And, really, didn't Thomas have a car? Her mind flashed back to his mother driving them last night, answering her own question. ...Quin had a car. Her face flushed as she mentally scolded herself for thinking that way. The flower-and-herb scented tea shop was a bit cramped on the inside. You were greeted by a long glass counter containing teapots--presumably for sale--with a small register on the top. Walking past, you had to go through a small hallway to reach the tiny dining area holding just enough chairs for around twenty people. Business looked slow, but the servers looked content with themselves. It seemed to be a family business, most workers to be seen blessed with dark, silky hair and even toned coffee skin. They were seated and as soon as the tall woman left to bring them some kind of crackers, Thomas started talking. "Where do you want to start? I think there's a lot to be said but, we should both pick a similar spot and then talk it out without interruption. Then we can ask question." Strange. Now he seemed rather stern. Madeline was becoming more and more aware of the fact that she knew nothing about Thomas. She'd been clinging to the fact that he liked her, asked her out, and showed up...She clung so hard that she had ignored everything else, letting her feelings invent someone to be in love with. She clicked her tongue and tried to keep the glare off of her face. "...How long have you been out of the hospital? When did you wake up? Has anything weird happened to you--regarding that...email? Have you been safe? How are you okay--? You were in really bad condition not too long ago..."
[/url] ___ ___ ___ ❝Yes, yes. Everyone must leave today. I hope my actions have not come off with ill-intentions. I enjoy helping people, and everyone needs help in different ways. As for your sister, I do see vague similarities between the image you have shown me and the girl I remember from my memories. Most prominently, the shape of her face and that short bouncy hair. They both seem to be rather small and petite.❞ Theodore listened and felt his nerves rising up again, along with an overwhelming sense of urgency. He needed to find a way to get to her--outside of his dreams. If she was apart of this whole...game thing, did that mean that she really could stop it? He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to take it all in, remembering his last dream, and what she had said...She didn't want to end it, she wanted him to win. Why? And...could he? He brought his eyes up to Marina's, catching her fingers lifting slowly to her cheek--slightly redder than the other. ❝I did not mean to disturb you, I only came into your room to seek refuge from my mother and so we could speak; since you wished for us to do so in private. I appreciate you feeling comfortable enough to share that with me. It means a lot. If you wish, I shall leave you to prepare yourself for departure.❞As she lifted herself up, he frowned and slid completely out of the blankets, crawling towards the edge of the bed. ❝Your mother?❞His voice was laced with both curiosity and genuine concern. He had already pieced part of the situation together. Her cheek--hiding from her mother. But this treatment was not unusual in these kinds of households. It was none of his business and Marina was most likely used to it. Still...He lifted his fingers to her cheek, brushing away a hair that slipped from the thick dark braid, and moving her fingers down to get a better look. ❝Are you alright...? I mean, really?❞
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 Thomas was so energetic that it was almost...annoying? Madeline's eyes followed him as he twisted in the center of the motel room and beamed at her, childlike eyes aglow. A small sigh left her lips. "No camera, see? ...Let me buy you breakfast, and we can talk, about everything." Her lips pressed together, forehead crumpling with a slight grimace. Food. Typical. Perhaps she would eat, but then... Her stomach turned.Maybe just some tea would do. She had fallen out of practice, lately, and a head ache started up as soon as she even thought about purging. Why did humans need food? She wished they--she--didn't. She wanted to stay small--wanted to be nothing but skin and bones. A shiver shot down her spine. Despite being slightly put off by his cheeriness, Madeline nodded timidly when he was done and grabbed her coat. It would be nice to leave the stuffy hotel and sort through some things with him. "Sounds good." Once finished slipping the green coat on, Madeline stepped into her shoes and out of the motel room, waiting for Thomas to lead the way.
[/url] __) ______ ❝Theodore, I am afraid you must be mistaken. Rhia is not of this world. She had elfish ears and rams horns. I see neither on you.❞ Theodore's eyebrows knitted together, but his stern expression was interrupted when she tugged on his ears. Marina was very...hands-on, it was ridiculous enough to make him want to laugh. Ah, where had the days of subtly gone.❝I have no idea how to contact her either. She was our ferryman. Rhia had acted as the flight attendant on the plane. I am sorry. I have no clue. Why do you think this creature is your sister?❞❝...My sister is dead. I dream about her a lot, though, and in my dreams lately she's been talking about this whole email thing, and giving me advice.❞Oops, too blunt. But it wasn't like he was still mourning. He saw Rhia often enough, after all. The feeling of her fingers on his arms lingered. He nearly snorted aloud. A tiny desire to be as blatant(or more so) as Marina was being bubbled up inside of him, but he resisted, for now. He wasn't sure if he was as interested in her as he had been before. She was coming on awfully...strong. He sighed and sat up further until he was sitting completely. He wasn't into sluts. What a shame. ❝I'll show you.❞ Theodore reached over to grab his phone, leaning against the headboard as he browsed quietly through the pictures in it's gallery for a few moments. When he found the picture he was looking for, he showed her the screen. ❝Obviously she didn't look like...how she does...when she was alive.❞ Ugh, what a weird thing. Referring to her as any sort of 'not-alive' made him queasy. Without letting the moment drag on for too long, he turned the display of his phone off and rubbed the back of his head. ❝It's alright if you don't know how to get to her. Thank you for your help. I think I'll be heading home today.❞
【WEARING!! • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】"Maaaadddeeee!" She flinched, eyes snapping open and panic surging through her. That was, until the motel room flashed the memories of last night back to her brain. Her body twisted out of it's warm ball, and she rolled onto her back with a gentle sigh. Thomas must have been outside waiting for her. ...Thomas!? So distraught and in shambles, she hadn't taken nearly enough time to analyze this situation. So, she decided to do so as she got up and walked to the bathroom to wash her face and freshen up as best as she could. Thomas...Thomas was supposed to be in the hospital...For, like, ever. He had been declared basically brain dead by the doctors quite a bit ago and they said that even if he did manage to wake up from the coma, he had suffered irreparable brain damage and would be gone to her and everyone else for the rest of his life. So what had changed? Was this a miracle, or was she having another breakdown--imaging things? Her cheeks flooded with warmth as she stared herself down in the dirty bathroom mirror. Her thin fingers traced over her cheeks, gaunt and pale, then over her the buttons of the heavy green coat she had slept in. Her breath caught in her throat as she braided her fingers down to push the buttons through their respective loops until she could slip the coat over her shoulders to expose the (needlessly elaborate) black and white dress underneath. Her lips were dry, so she licked them and tilted her face to get a decent view of her right side (which was, not surprisingly, just as pale and thin as her left). Knock, knock, knock. Her shoulders stiffened. She draped the green coat over her arm and took a step back, examining herself once more before leaving the bathroom and laying her coat on the foot of the bed. She smoothed out the black skirt of her dress and stepped over to the door, pulling it open and catching Thomas mid-heel-rocking. She smiled, he was such a kid, but then the smile fell away and her eyes glanced quickly away from him and at the door--just for somewhere to look. "You really came...Come in, I guess." She stepped away to allow him inside, carefully examining his movements for any faltering.
[/url] __) ______ ❝Good morning, Theodore,❞ A familiar voice stirred him from a deep, unfortunately dreamless slumber. Theodore's eyes fluttered open just as he felt soft fingers leaving his scalp. After a barely audible groan of protest, he sighed and felt his heart start up quickly in his chest. Finally, he twisted around in his blankets to confirm who was assaulting him. Aah, like he thought. The Beauty. Pretty straight forward, she was, with the whispering. Her thickly lashed, oceanic blue eyes met with his forest green ones. He fought off a blush rising in response to her affection and slid his body slightly higher against the headboard. ❝Marina...Good morning.❞ He was just about to ask what brought her to his guest room before the memories of the previous night came back to him. Rhia. Somewhat nervously, and admittedly a bit uncomfortable, Theodore turned his face away from her's. A strong part of him really did not want to risk coming across as a crazy person, so he was hesitant to really get into what he wanted to know about the Rhia that had met Marina. There were so many questions he had, but all too overwhelming to dive straight into. ❝About Rhia,❞ his voice was confident, despite his pounding heart. ❝I think I may know the girl you're talking about...Rhia is...❞ Aagh, how to say this... ❝Rhia was my sister... Assuming we're talking about the same person.❞He bit his tongue, forcing himself not to go any further with that. ❝...Do you know how to get into contact with her? Or how to meet her?❞ Not likely, but worth a shot.
"I..." she had described her perfectly. Minus the...pointed ears and horns. Theodore frowned, but then thanked Marina genuinely and stood. "I'm sorry. I have to...I'll...I." Agh. "I'll elaborate tomorrow morning. In private. I'm sorry but I have to excuse myself." Theodore nodded towards the room in general and went up to his room, getting into bed and actually hoping to dream.
