【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 This motel was disgusting. But he hugged her... Madeline looked around the room for a moment before deciding not to think about it anymore. She wrapped her arms around herself and stepped to the bed, getting situated and curling up into a ball. He hugged her back. She would have to go home soon. She knew that. But she had a feeling that there would be something there she didn't want to see... Maybe Thomas would go with her? Gently, she twisted into the blankets and smiled to herself, drifting off into sleep. This really was a terrible thing.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 "Maddy! What are you even talking about! Just wait up a second, please! This camera is really heavy and..." No. Nope. Nope. Nope. Madeline kept walking. She wasn't going to lose her mind here. It was too much, she just wanted to go...She frowned. She didn't know where she wanted to go. There was no where to go. Maybe to Quin's...She shuddered and shook the thought from her mind. Right now she only had to focus on getting away from Thomas. And so she ignored him, until... Click. Click. Click. Her footsteps ceased. "Finally got a picture of you to keep for myself. A whole batch of them that can be uploaded in minutes unless you…Unless you stop, and talk to me damnit." Silence. Finally, she locked deep green eyes with his vivid blue and took a timid step closer. "...Thomas? Are you...okay? I don't...understand." Tears. Aaaaaaaaaaaagh, this was a terrible thing. A terrible life. A terrible game. She shook her head and stepped towards the wall, throwing her frail arms around the boy, squeezing him closer to her and breaking down into a heavy sobs. "I just don't...understand anything..."
[/url] __) ______ ❝He was hosting a meeting too, at Antilum Labs, and then when we all got together to start talking, Harley said the witch's name, and she sent us back in time after the meeting room had blown up..❞ Theodore shuddered. Even the thought of anything happening to Antilum on watch...his father must have wanted to kill him, if he didn't succeed in doing so. ❝I'll be honest! I don't think the witch sent us back in time to save Madeline Moore and Temperance Spike, and I don't think she sent us back in time to save anyone else. She did it for her own amusement. But maybe, maybe ~ there was something that happened between days twelve and forty-five that we could have changed to set the game in a completely different direction.❞ Wow, so the little masked girl was intelligent. Why would a ...witch -- he used that term loosely -- do anything to help them? He sighed. Hopefully no one had seriously thought that was the case. ❝There's also no real indication why she chose who she did to remember the past - but maybe the people who do remember have to do with the change that might need to take place. Maybe.❞ If that were the case then they were all screwed. They all seemed like a useless bunch of people so far...Minus Marina. Sure, it was terribly late now and this whole meeting had been totally disorganized and so far fruitless, but at least she had tried to do something involving the lot of them. The rest...Selfish, maybe? Or just stupid? Theodore kept listening quietly as Marina started to speak. He sighed, leaning back in his seat and letting his eyes roam, gliding over the living room again. "...We met someone of this nature by the name of Rhia. She called herself, The Overseer of Hearts--whatever that means." Rhia? Wait, Rhia? Some weird albino chick started talking, but he didn't care. "Hey, Marina, you said"-- CRASH!! Holy god. She started up again and then-- "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Why was this happening?! Who was that? Finally, she left to take care of dog(??) and Theodore rolled his eyes, taking a moment to erase the irritation on his face. "Lady Marina. Rhia. What did she look like? Can you tell me?" Sure it was selfish and maybe he was derailing the conversation, but he needed to know.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】Her knees were shaking and her breathing was erratic. The world spun around her, so she closed her eyes in an attempt to fight off dizzyness. He wasn't even doing anything to her yet; just holding her wrists above her head and staring at her, muttering as though he were drunk. His gaze pierced her. She didn't even have to see those cold electric green eyes to feel his stare. It was enough to make the tears fall again. With his free hand, Reuben traced rough, dry fingers along her jaw, and down her exposed neck. After a moment or two of circling her pulse with his fingertips, he sighed and dropped her wrists. "You're too easy, Precious," his voice was low and flat, "it's cute of you to have so much modesty left." She reached up and wiped her face with the back of her right wrist. Reuben left the doorway and sat down on the loveseat while Madeline reached up to fix her hair and the buttons of her emerald green coat. "Want a smoke?" "Rot in hell." "...Madeline, go home." Her bottom lip trembled for a few seconds as the tears started up again, but it didn't take her long to get a grip on her emotions. Without looking at him, she returned to the living room to gather up her things, and stormed out of the apartment with a heavy slam of Reuben's door. She wished the slam would result in his entire apartment falling down on him, but no such thing happened. The cold air hit her face and her knees nearly gave out on her. She wouldn't cry though, not here. Maybe in the back of the bus, if she found the courage to go home. Maybe in some dark alleyway alone, if not. But she wouldn't cry anywhere near Reuben. Keeping her eyes down, she could see a pair of black Converse a few feet ahead of her. Of course someone had to be right fucking there...Rolling her eyes, she sniffled, adjusted her bag on her shoulder and went to walk past. "...Maddy?" Immediately, her chin lifted and she took a few steps back, coming face to face with a familiar dark-haired, blue-eyed boy holding a camera. Her lips parted and eyes widened, but she didn't know what to say. Her emotions started to swirl around again and her vision clouded. How awful, to break her will not to cry so quickly. This reminded her of the flood. She had seen Thomas then, too, or so she thought...Quin had stopped her. Had it really been...him? Or was she just going insane? Her heart started pounding in her ears and she shook her head back and forth. "I...you're supposed to be in the hospital...Th-they said you're not waking up. I can't, I'm so sorry, I just can't do this right now. Please stop showing up. I don't want to imagine you anymore, please. Please." Without another word, she was off around the corner again, trying desperately to escape this damned apartment complex.
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[/url] __) ______ ❝Good morning, Theodore.❞ Marina's voice snapped him out of his slight daze. He smiled genuinely at her and returned the good morning before taking a glance around the room. There were a few shifts and coughs interrupting the silence before someone finally said something more. ❝Marina...❞ Theodore's eyes darted back to the dark haired girl. He made sure to wipe the slight look of annoyance off of his face and clear his throat before speaking. ❝...So, why are we all here?❞ Oops. He was louder than he had intended, meaning only for his question to reach Marina. His cheeks burned a bit at first so he slouched back in his seat and diverted his gaze to his fingers. ❝It's already gotten late. There has to be a reason you invited us all here? Did you want to discuss or do something, Marina? If not, I'll be on my way soon.❞
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48 hour mark missed (once before this), MoK is ouuuuut. None of his characters existed.
[/url] __) ______ Aww, the masked girl was kind of cute. Kind of. A little less eager to 'get the party started', Theodore took a seat and enjoyed the fluffy pancakes he was presented while the rest of them disappeared into the living room. When he was done, he took his time sipping away at his orange juice before he politely thanked the servants, got up, pushed his chair in and headed into the living room. When there he took a seat and didn't bother saying anything. x x x
[/url] __) ______ ❝Theodore! It's nice to see you again ~❞ Who the hell was this? Without any sort of warning the masked girl grabbed his hand and shook it rather aggressively. Though he laughed, it was clear that he was a little freaked out, especially with the mask this girl was wearing. As soon as she was done shaking his hand, he wiped it on the side of his pants. ❝Ye-yeah. Nice to...uh. Meet you? Where do you know me from? Wait, no...I bet you're one of the time travelers, huh?❞ He shrugged and asked one of the servants to fix him up a plate of pancakes and a cup of orange juice, happy that food was available. ❝...Where is everyone else?❞ By everyone else he meant Marina, mostly. She was the one trying to get everyone together, after all. Her not being here was annoying.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 Madeline Moore was awoken by the annoying sound of zipping and rustling. Before opening her eyes, she braced herself. It was quite possible that Reuben had invited some people over and that they were now digging through her bag, specifically for her unmentionables...Granted, even she didn't see his usual customers being that tasteless. When she was ready to face whatever awaited her, she twisted so that her back was curved up against the disgusting cushions of the couch and finally lifted her eyelids. Fortunately, unfortunately, Reuben was there alone. He lifted his chin when he saw her turn and flashed her a small, reassuring smile. "...Don't mind me, precious. Just looking for the money you made at the springs. I didn't want to wake you, you look so tired." She sighed bluntly and rolled her eyes, pulling herself up and running her fingers through her wavy, tangled hair. Her braids had untwisted at some point during the night and the strands had knotted up slightly. "It's in the first pocket. The side with the brown buttons. I zipped it up nice and tight, just for you." Madeline failed to cover the sarcasm in her voice. Reuben laughed. "I already looked there. I just found this," he held up a dollar bill and the color drained from her face, her lungs feeling heavy. About a minute passed before his own face darkened. Nervously, she knelt down to the carpet and pushed herself to his side, pulling her bag away from him and starting to search herself. "Oops. Sorry, it was kind of...late when I put the money away, so I probably just shoved it in instead of putting it where I usually do." Her fingers shook as she dug through the bag. She felt like throwing up, and her mind was racing so fast she felt the room starting to spin. Where? I swear I...! Was it possible that John had completely screwed her over? She didn't like him, but that was no reason to assume he was that big of an asshole. Fuck, she should have paid more attention to what he was handing her! ...No, he wouldn't do this. He wouldn't. "M, are you kidding me right now?" He flapped the dollar in her face, blocking her vision of the bag. She stayed quiet, flipping the bag over to dump the contents onto the carpet and rummage through them, trembling. That is, until Reuben grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at him. "I'm talking to you! Is this a joke? Don't fuck with me right now, tell me if you're joking." Tears stung at her eyes. She didn't understand, or know what to say, so she just shook her head back and forth. Reuben's eyes flashed but then his shoulders fell and he threw the dollar onto the floor. "...It's alright. I'll let you make up for it." No. She scrambled back, past the couch and towards the door of the apartment. Reuben looked exasperated as he stood up and followed after her. "What's the matter? Hm? What's wrong, you dumb slut." Fuck, no. Madeline pulled herself up from the ground and reached to unbolt the apartment door. She looked like a mess, but that was okay. Out there was better than in here. Of course, Reuben pried her fingers from the doorknob and pinned her back again the opposite wall instead.
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[/url] __) ___✔____ NIGHTMARE 281 He opened his eyes to the low ceiling of a dim, candle-lit room painted black. The overwhelming scent of honey and licorice stung at his nose, and it didn't take long for him to tune into the sound of heavy rainfall...No, it wasn't rain...It was a waterfall. Right outside of the room. He could feel the cool mist of the falls tickling at the back of his neck through the farthest barred window. Ah, yes...he knew where he was. He turned further into the blankets and rubbed his forehead against the scratchy fabric for confirmation. The feeling was numb and tingly, and when he finally pushed himself into a sitting position on the plush, warm mattress, his movements felt hazy and thick, like syrup. This was a dream. His chest felt heavy and the tips of his fingers were numb. He was just about to stand himself up when he heard a familiar, whispery voice coming from the left of him. ❝Theodore...❞ Without warning or logical explanation, the strawberry-milk haired girl was sitting beside him wearing her usual white dress, thick french vanilla colored knee-high socks and black strapped shoes. Her deep raspberry eyes were wide with wonder. She was happy to see him again. He couldn't lie and say that he wasn't happy to see her too, but... His heart lurched when she pressed a soft cheek into his shoulder and closed her eyes. They stayed there for a few moments of silence. It was always difficult to know what to say to her. So familiar...but she felt too far away, and he felt too out of place. It wouldn't stay like this for long, though. The scene would change and suddenly everyone would be in danger...There would be another person here to hand him a sword, and then he would be expected to fight. He grimaced. What a weird situation. He would never get used to these dreams. ❝Where is the swor...--?❞ ❝The email is real, you know...Your friends aren't crazy. You should hear them out.❞ Well...this was new. Rhia laughed. An airy, bell like sound that made his heart sink further into his stomach, and made him feel like crying. ❝What?❞ ❝Your face! You're like a grumpy grandfather. How old are you again?❞ She tilted her chin up to allow her eyes to gaze into his playfully while her fingers slid their way inbetween his own. The warmth of her hand made melted away his irritation and made him sigh. ❝Just hear them out...and try not to make this whole thing a waste, will you? Time traveling is rare...❞ ❝If you know so much about all of this, why don't you do something to stop it? If it's real then it's fucked up and I don't want to deal with it. ...I admit, it makes a lot more sense when I'm here, dreaming, but as soon as I wake up, I won't believe it's possible anymore. Can't you do something?❞ ❝Have you forgotten already? I'm just a dream, Theodore. I can't possibly do anything.❞ ❝Bullshit. I've been so called dreaming of you ever since I can remember.❞ He felt her flinch and immediately try to yank her hand away from his. Panicking, he dropped her fingers and scooted back in the bed into the right corner. He apologized shakily under his breath and tried without success to stop himself from trembling. She rubbed the red back of her hand and her lips fell into a frown. ❝...I just can't. More honestly, I won't. I don't want to become like her.❞ ❝Yeah, so you just watch.❞ ❝You don't understand.❞ ❝What's there to understand? You could help, but you don't, because you're scared. That's all I'm seeing to this. You know, if people are in danger and you do nothing to help, you're just as bad as the people putting them in that danger. That's why you frustrate the hell out of me--!❞ ❝What do you want me to do, Theodore?! You want me to stop her? Okay, fine! Let me just end this whole game. Let me just erase all of you! You want to not exist so badly? No...How about you stop putting the blame on me and just win! It isn't hard, Theo!❞ It would be a lie to say that he understood everything perfectly, but he could take a way a couple of things. First, she was crying, so she meant it. Two, Lady Cr--Marina had already told him about the not-existing thing, so perhaps Rhia...Oh. ❝...You want me to win, so that I'll 'exist?'❞ Rhia didn't answer. She just sat there and tried to stop the tears from coming, avoiding letting him see her face. His heart beat quickened and his face started to burn. ❝It isn't hard, right...? Will you...help me?❞ ❝Wake up. Before she comes.❞ ...? Before he could ask if Rhia meant the monster that would inevitably turn this dream into a nightmare, he felt his breath become trapped in his lungs and his eyes snapped open and he was back in the guest room at Marina's. He felt like he hadn't even been sleeping, all traces of grogginess were completely absent. Instead, his stomach rumbled and he found himself getting up, getting dressed into the same clothes (ew) and heading instinctively down to the dining hall.
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