【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: About to go to work. Short.】 The strawberry blonde was appalled as she was literally cast aside. What nerve! She almost felt like crying, but managed to hold it back...That is, until he flipped on the light and she could see who this weirdo was. Holy fucking shit--NO. IT WAS JOE--JOAN--JONAS--WAIT-- "JOHN!?" She stared at him wide eyed...and then scrambled to cover herself, consequentially falling out of bed with the bed sheets clutched to her chest. "Is this some kind of joke? Did you and Be--Reuben plan this?" She was breathless by the time she finally finished getting dressed. When she was done, she didn't even bother waiting for his answer. Instead, she snatched the money out of his hand, ignored his 'wish' for her and made down the third floor hall.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 She was just about to shed off her scarf and hat when the silhouette spoke. He had a young, monotonous voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "Go away. No one wants you here. And go flip some damn burgers for money. Harlot. Now get out of my room." ... Wait, what? No, no, don't get too ahead of yourself, Madeline, maybe he's drunk...or high. "U-Um. Excuse me? ...Ben tells me you already paid half...Why cancel now? Once we're through, I'll ask for the rest, Okay? ...Or maybe I have the wrong room? Listen...I promise it will be worth it." Panic swelled up in her chest. If she messed this up and came back empty handed, Reuben would not be pleased. Maybe she was late and he had already taken care of himself? Or ...was this really the wrong room? ...She needed this money, and she needed this deal. Wait, he called her a harlot! He knew what she was there for, then. He MUST have been expecting her. This fucker wasn't going to call for her just to ruin her day and waste her time. Hell, why was it so dark in here?! She couldn't even tell what she was dealing with! He sounded rather young though...Young boys were easy to manipulate, right? He just needed some persuasion... She plopped down rather aggressively on the edge of her bed and the top of the mattress bounced up with her force. Blushing, she nearly snorted and apologized...But maybe he was into this? Maybe he wanted force so he was being coy. Tch. No matter. She pulled her scarf away and unbuttoned her top. Before she knew it, she was on top of him wearing only her panties, sitting on the sheet he had himself bundled up in and straddling him. "Listen asshole, I need this. If you really want to pussy out now then at least give me my money and I'll go. Otherwise..." Madeline lifted her hips just enough to rip the sheet away from between them and pin his arms above his head. "We're going to fuck."
daisuki hatsuni miku desu ^____^
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing| OOC: I bet nobody knew the Anne NPC would be important herkaherka. | ❝I think it's fate or something... Every hero gets a second chance after all, right? Oh! Like um... Some movie where they went back...what was the name... Time travel! I am either dead or time traveling! And now with you two- Two...three? Where did Quin go...❞Before she could really wrap her head around it and try to figure out what kind of wonderful psychic mage this boy could have been to time travel, they were gone. All three of them. She was tempted to follow the boy to the lobby, but she needed to check in with Simon before doing anything like that. He would be worried for her, after all. She closed her eyes and took a deep, spiritually cleansing breath of air.When she opened her eyes, she shot off down the halls in a sprint, being sure to slow down when she approached any corners or turns. She had no trouble ignoring the stares she got as she maneuvered through the spotty crowds of people and down through the lobby, this time, as she was completely focused now. She did not know why Simon had left so fast. Why didn't he wait for her?She searched the buffet first, but there was no sign of him. Odd...considering that's where they had been headed. Next, she headed to the baths...But then something stopped her. She wasn't going to go into the men's hotspring, no way! She whimpered and shifted from foot to foot in conflict. In a much smaller voice than last time, she called out into the men's locker room. ❝S-Simon?❞ Timidly, she made her way to the front desk, ignoring the people around her. It took a few moments to be paid any attention, but once she was noticed a kind looking lady asked her what she needed. ❝I'm looking for my brother...S-Simon Lewis. I can't find him a-anywhere.❞Why was she crying? Tears fell down her cheeks as she offered the necessary information and explained her situation in detail. The woman's face was extremely grim for a moment before turning sympathetic, and it frightened Eleanora. Had she said something wrong? The lady made a call and then directed the girl to the lobby. Her name was Anne...Anne. She prepared a nice cup of hot chocolate and also offered her a blanket. She was to wait for Simon to answer a call from the lodge's intercom on one of the couches. She did not like staying here, but she did not feel like she had a choice. Anne...That woman's name made her nauseous. It reminded of her someone...Or something. Why did...it... Spoiler: Memory ❝MY, MY, MY...HELLO, JOHN. WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU TODAY?❞. . .❝YOU MAY REFER TO ME AS ENNY...THAT IS ALL. DO NOT CALL ME ANYTHING ELSE. ...IT SEEMS YOU HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO BRING ME FORTH. CONGRATULATIONS!!!FOR THAT, I WILL BESTOW UPON YOU THE GIFT OF IMMORTALITY! ...JUST KIDDING. CRESTATIA WOULD NOT LIKE THAT VERY MUCH. WE DO NOT WANT TO UPSET HER, NOW DO WE? AHAHAHAHAHA. NOW WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU CALL ME OUT FOR? I DO NOT HAVE ALL OF ETERNITY, YOU KNOW-PFFF-AHAHA. ...PLEASE DO NOT WASTE MY TIME, HUUUUMAN. WHAT DO YOU WANT? HMMMM? TELL ME WHAT YOUR HEART DESIRES...❞ Eleanora dropped the mug of hot chocolate and gasped. The dark, sweet liquid soaked into the rug. ❝John!❞
[/url] __) _______ ❝Yes Theodore thank you for coming. I am Marina Sario, but you most certainly know that already, right? We have met prior,❞ Sure, her name was familiar but he really didn't remember meeting her. Instead of arguing it, he nodded once and stayed quiet, pulling a chair out for him to sit in and finish his coffee. It truly was a strange time to be meeting, and he still didn't know why he was here. ❝S-so... Why did you call us here? I hope it doesn't take long, classes will be starting soon.❞Perfect timing. ❝I would ever so wish to wait until Olivia, Dylan, and Benjamin arrive; but this is of the utmost importance. It is about that strange email I know all of you received twelve days ago.❞Slowly, he took another sip of his coffee and perked an eyebrow.❝100 days....Psychic Mari, have you seen something important about it?❞Hah. Pyschic. He rolled his eyes. Someone else sat down without saying anything and Theodore was tempted to leave. This was getting cramped. Instead, he propped his elbows up onto the table and smirked. ❝Are you the one who sent that? I've been wondering who would start a chain letter like that. What a load of bull.❞The last part was muttered under his breath.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】She was rushing. She didn't want whoever this guy...or girl was to text Reuben back stating that she hadn't shown up. Reuben was strange when he was angry. She didn't like him very much at all, then. She sighed gently. If only everyone around her had remained consistent. If only no one snapped, or changed without warning...Or screamed, or hit, or blamed. If only, if only. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, grateful that there was a normal public restroom on the floor. She reached into her bag and applied a bit of red color to her lips, mashing them together and leaning closer into the mirror to reapply her foundation--including a dab of blush this time along her cheekbones, and two thin lines of mascara under her eyes to make them 'pop'. She didn't want to look like a clown, and over the years she had learned how to properly apply make up. It still looked natural, but she looked a bit more...defined now. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and to the left side of her face, drawing more attention to the right. She liked that side best. Then, she combed through her hair with her nails. Satisfied, she drew back from the mirror and left the bathroom, heading straight down the hall to room 347. If it was on this floor...then was this person from Bellhurst? That was dumb. What high schooler would call for a...a whore. Is that what she was? Maybe it was one of the parents...She felt cold suddenly and tilted her chin downward into her scarf. Reuben had texted back stating that the door was left open for her, so when she reached the room, she twisted the bronze handle of the door knob and entered. Holy hell it was dark in here! She hoped that her 'client' wasn't a Satanist or something. Reuben generally had pretty tame friends, though, and he wouldn't put her in danger. She trusted that much. Madeline turned around and locked the door, removing her boots. This room was much like her own, but it had a bit more modern twist to it. She wondered why. Was this customer important? Did they have a special room? Were they rich? She hoped so. She would have to make this really worth it. She tilted her head, noticing the stand shape that seemed to be under the blankets already. She wondered how to go about this. Did they just want to get right into it? Or...should she play around first? She suddenly felt very shy and nervous, but this was normal. Yes, this was normal for her. She took a timid step towards the bed and, upon noticing no protest, sat down. Her breathing was a tad shaky, but she hoped...he(?) wouldn't notice. "Hello, you can call me...Whatever you'd like. " Ahaha, she just couldn't think of a name that didn't make her nauseous. Reuben referred to her as 'Precious' but she didn't like that, because it reminded her of that fat black woman from the movie. "Ben tells me you already paid half...Once we're through, I'll ask for the rest, Okay?"
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: Here we go...Dear lord.】 She felt a bit more at ease knowing Quin actually wanted her there...She seemed a lot better at being honest than Madeline was. She both admired and envied that, like most things with Quin. However, that honesty didn't take away from the nervousness in her own stomach. Yes, there were two beds, but she was sharing an entire room with her. Just Quin and M. It made her feel very...vulnerable, almost. It was too bad that she wouldn't be able to really say anything to Quin because she was hunched over the toilet puking her guts out. Her phone buzzed just as she was about to puke again. With a groan, she leaned back against the bathtub and stared at the bright screen of her smartphone with a scowl. What the fuck? Did he...send someone there for her? Her heart started drumming rapidly in her chest again. She was pretty sure that it was going to give out on her soon. Why here? Why now? Why today? Why this? She hastily texted back and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before standing and flushing. She unwrapped a complimentary toothbrush and started to brush her teeth and tongue of the sour taste sticking to them. Her eyes burned with tears. This was stupid. She shouldn't be getting wrapped up in her feelings. She wasn't good enough for Quin, not in the slightest. They were completely different people and Quin...She deserved someone like Churbo or Tyrone. When she finished, she tried to fix her hair a bit and left out of the bathroom. Quin was no longer there. Perfect. Her heart ached.
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing| OOC | ❝Nora?❞Her eyes widened and her head tilted. Did she...know him? No, that couldn't be right, she didn't know very many people at all. As soon as her eyes met with his though, a smile formed on her lips. He had magical eyes! Perhaps he was...a psychic? How exciting! What was she supposed to do? ...She didn't want to give his identity away in front of the two who appeared to be human, so she just stared in awe for a few seconds.When she gathered her whits about her, she pulled herself up from the carpeted hallway. ❝Yes, Eleanora is my name!...How do you know me? ...I-I'm sorry to be interrupting you three.❞Her fingers smoothed over her skirt and she smiled again, clearly delighted with running into the boy. She didn't say it aloud, but she hoped that he could read her mind or something and tell that she knew how ~magical~ he was.
[/url] __) _______ ❝Theo-Theodore, hello.❞ He would recognize that stuttering anywhere...Though it had been a while since he last heard it. He lifted his gaze to meet Elliot's and gave a genuine smile. It had really been far too long. He felt a bit ashamed, really. ❝Elliot. Hey. How have you been?❞Before they could get too deep into their discussion, he caught sight of a slightly obnoxious waving in the corner of his eyes. Turning and expecting to be annoyed, something else happened instead...Time went still, birds chirped in the middle of a cafe, rainbows and hearts flew overhead and his heart beat quickened, sending blood straight down to his penis. Who was that? She was... gorgeous. Like a full moon shining down upon a quivering lake. Delicate features, beautiful skin, pink lips and...That dress was just lovely. His face flushed and his feet carried him to the table the beauty waved from. ...He wondered how old she was.❝Lady Marina, right...? Wonderful to meet you, my name is Theodore Weldon.❞He made sure his voice sounded a bit smoother than usual as he took her hand in his and stared into her breathtaking eyes and then...❝MARIIIIII!!❞Theodore was practically punted out of the way as this pink haired queer took his place next to the woman. What the fuck.
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing| OOC | She had fallen asleep during the bus ride to Trembling Mountain, but Simon had woken her as soon as the bus parked. Eleanora loved bus rides...and train rides...and plane rides. The gentle hum of travel always seemed to bring her some kind of comfort. She was grateful that her big brother was always there to wake her up when she needed it. A witch needed lots of rest, after all.The lobby to the resort was full of people, and it made her nervous. She clutched the handle of her umbrella tighter and clung with her free hand to a duffle bag that Simon carried as he checked them both in for a two day stay. The man at the front desk smiled at her politely when their eyes met and she turned away, flustered. Direct eye contact with mortals was to be avoided. She wouldn't want to hurt anyone. Her heart was racing in almost as quickly as Moondrop's did when given catnip, so she decided to just avoid looking at the people around her. Their voices were still there, though, and they were loud.The journey to their temporary living quarters was a long and tiresome one. The ride in the elevator was cramped and a bit uncomfortable, but she managed. Simon led her quietly through the hall of the third floor and to her room. The room was large, with two separate 'beds' and some of those delicious complimentary chocolates on the pillowcases along with something else. She helped Simon unpack everything and slipped off her shoes. This room...it was strange to her. Well, different than she had expected. It wasn't like the hotels she had been in before. She liked it, though. It gave her a positive energy.For some reason though, this energy was paired with a nausea that she couldn't explain. ❝I am going to go get some lunch. We'll head to the hotsprings later. Are you hungry?❞❝Yes!❞She had wanted to stay behind and place some charms around, but if she was already getting sick with hunger it would be a better idea to go eat. Simon left out of the door a few minutes before her, not bothering to wait for her to finish putting her shoes back on. She left her room in an energetic sprint, taking off in the direction she assumed Simon had gone in without paying much attention. ❝..Oomf!❞Of course she would crash into someone. That was just great. She had only caught the glimpse of two boys and a dark haired girl standing out in the hall. ...Weird. For some reason she didn't...feel like they should be there. Hehe. ❝...I-I'm sorry!❞Her voice was small, but friendly. Before taking the time to lift herself back her, she clasped her small hands together and said a small spiritual blessing for the two she had hit.
[/url] ___ ______ The dark haired boy was sitting quietly in the library reading The Girl in Watercolors when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He rolled his eyes, irritated with being interrupted, before reaching down into his pocket and dragging his finger across the screen. Lady Marina...? Familiar. Had they met before? He gazed back down at his book and, supposing it could wait, flipped it closed and returned it to it's shelf. With a yawn, he picked up his coffee and began the journey to Ishmael's. If he were honest, it didn't feel entirely...natural to do this. No, it felt like he was being pushed to do it. Like he was being compelled. In most scenarios, he would have never gotten up and blindly met up with some stranger but...He had a feeling of dread building up within him and didn't think it wise to ignore it.So, out of the doors he went, down the hall and out into the briskness of winter.When he arrived at Ishmael's, he didn't know who he was looking for so he sat right down near a window and sent a reply text out.
http://kh-vids.net/threads/♛-▌1-0-0-d-a-y-s-❣.134659/page-139#post-4029192 <--important
DAY 12 December 11th, Monday 【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 " . . . Madeline. . .This is . . . your room, as well . . . ?" She was just turning around when she heard Quin's voice. A few things happened at this point. Her face went completely white, her shoulders dropped, her head spun, and her stomach flipped. She had just gotten through writing a rather uncharacteristic Tumblr post, hoping to subtly lure Quin out into the open and find her when they got to the springs, but it seemed that she was already here. Where they sharing a room? She had been genuinely looking forward to a little alone time...but a bit of time with Quin. This was bad. This was absolutely terrible. These feelings...They weren't just normal feelings. They weren't the type of feelings you get from being in a friendship, even a best friendship--she had learned that from books and movies. No, these were dangerous feelings. These were the feelings that caused problems. These were the feelings that killed Thomas. No. Why? Why...? What could she do? Was it too late? Were these feelings...okay? As long as she didn't act on them...As long as she didn't say anything...They were okay, right? Right? She needed to know. It was becoming more and more essential to figure out how to summon Crestatia. "Aah, Quin," she turned around finally and smiled briefly. "I'm sorry. The man gave me the key for this room...Could have been a mistake. I can request another room, if you want." For some reason, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia washed over her...She actually felt a bit sick. Piercing green eyes left Quin's face and locked onto one of the doors. She apologized to Quin before darting into the bathroom and slamming it behind her.
HMM. LET'S PLAY WITH TIME! Temperance sat on the bus staring at her phone the whole way. damnit!! Why the hell hadn't he texted her back? She wasn't used to feeling like this. So...so rejected. It hurt. A lot. She bit her lip and sighed, frustrated. This was annoying. She wanted to cry and she didn't even know why. Because some stupid genius didn't like her? What did it matter? She brooded over it until they finally pulled up to the resort. Madeline took off the bus in a hurry, not that she cared. Temperance shouldered her backpack and walked slowly to the front doors. The person at the desk was some quirky Asian that directed her to the third floor. Was he here already? Was he even coming? Her heart pounded as she walked down the hall. Anthony was standing there, apparently waiting for someone. She walked passed him absent mindedly. The room was large and contained two beds. She didn't arrive with anyone, so until further notice, she was keeping the room to herself. She tossed the bag down on the floor and curled up on the bed. It was large and comfy. A nap would be nice. Temperance yawned, but decided sleep could wait. She swallowed hard and picked up her phone and room key. She made her way back down the hall and out to the lobby. There was a fire crackling in the hearth and she decided to curl up on a couch for now. The hot springs sounded relaxing but she wasn't really in the mood at the moment. { TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT !! • WEARING }{ OOC : FINALLY . . . }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SURPRISED } xxxxxxxxxx What would she do for the next two days? She wondered to herself for a little while as she sat, crisscross, on the floor in front of the table. There was a wall behind her, just a few feet, that blocked the the entrance from her sight. Perhaps it was best if she posted to see if anyone else was here, on Tumblr, so that waswhat she did. Kallisti got up from her table and thought that she should try an see the hot springs, too. There was a nice little view of them from the balcony that was connected to the room on the other side of the wall that had the circle cutout in it. Dusting off her white pants slightly after she stood, she made her way over there. What a lovely view it was, such peace could be had here . . . Could she finally have peace after all of these days . . . ? It would certainly be nice, but she didn't know if she could let herself have what she wanted - what she might need. Why not forgive yourself already, love? I cannot . . . I do not deserve it . . . Of course you do, you've done nothing wrong. You're just being silly and stubborn. I am not! You are. Don't be so hard on yourself. Everything will be alright. Kallisti sniffed, she could feel her eyes stinging slightly as she leaned on the railing of the balcony. But no - she wouldn't cry here. This was a place to relax, not to cry. When she turned around, that was when she heard the doorknob jiggle, and then have it open. She raised her eyebrows - who was it? " . . . Hello? " she called out, making her way towards the wall; maybe it had been a bad idea to call out, but she wasn't entirely defenseless . . . Her blue eyes peered towards the door opening and then she saw someone she definitely wasn't expecting ( but had been slightly hoping to see ). " . . . Madeline. " she breathed, going around back to the table, and near the other girl, " This is . . . your room, as well . . . ? "
0!!! KABOOOOOOM. (LOL). THE CONFERENCE ROOM EXPLODES INTO FLAMES!! THE ENTIRE BUILDING SHAKES AND VARIOUS WINDOWS ARE BLOWN OUT!! IF YOU WERE IN THERE...
0HAHAHAHAHA!!D A R K N E S S -- THE LABS ARE NOW COMPLETELY DARK. THERE IS NO LIGHT INSIDE AT ALL, AND YOU CANNOT SEE OUT OF THE WINDOWS.
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[/url] ___ ______ Astounded, Theodore didn't know what to do with himself. One minute they were having a nice conversation together, then the next minute alarms were blaring and there was this strange...ticking sound. His heart was about to leap out of his chest. The masked girl from earlier hopped up through the vents above them before he could stop her, so he had found himself by the door fruitlessly typing in the passcode until the system locked him out completely. He banged his head against the wall in frustration and then heard the sound of his cellphone ringing. Oh, great. It was his dad. ...Wait, no, this WAS great! He picked up. ❝HELP.❞❝James--I...What have you done?❞❝Me...? It wasn't me! There was girl and then...well...I...❞ He had forgotten how little he could actually share with him. There was a bunch of static coming from the other end of the phone and Dr. Timothy went silent. He felt like crying. ❝Dad...? DAD. HELP. How do we get out of here? Unlock the system!! Disarm the system!! ❞❝The labs are--STATIC--James, I need STATIC--Do you understan--?! STATIC. You need to get--STATIC--whatever you do don--STATIC.❞A second later the phone went dead silent and it seemed he had no connection. Fuck.This.Theodore shoved the phone back into his pocket and ran back to the opening of the vent. Something told him that girl wasn't coming back. He gazed at the other's and shook his head. The ticking was speeding up. He stood on a chair and lifted himself up through the vents. He didn't know what the ticking was but he wasn't going to find out. He didn't care about the other's, either. They all had two legs and a heartbeat--the could figure it out.3
[/url] ___ ______ Theodore watched as the small girl from before suddenly fell to the floor wheezing. Did she have asthma or something? Jesus Christ, what a crazy bunch. He made a move to go to her, since those around her were being utterly useless, but when he got to her side, someone else entirely was sitting there. She was much...taller. Older, with smooth, elegant features. An angel, maybe? Theo stared awestruck...That is until she actually spoke. ❝ACK...IT'S BEEN A WHILE. I WASN'T SURE I WOULD BE ABLE TO VISIT YOU ALL BEFORE MY TIME HERE EXPIRED. HAVE YOU MISSED ME? HAHA.❞...Oh that wasn't very elegant at all. He stumbled back and closed his gaping mouth. Who the fuck was this? W-why--?! ❝U-uh. Someone explain...now.❞❝Why did you appear?❞She stood up and stretched. ❝YOU CALLED FOR ME, IDIOT. WHAT? YOU DON'T WANT ME HERE? ...ANNOYING. MY FEELINGS ARE HURT. PFF.❞A cross between a giggle and a howl left her throat and the hairs on the back of Theodore's head lifted. Then she was gone. Uh-oh.4
