OOC; Short because staff stuff to attend to gomen ne. @Nora; And so it was that Nora had a police scare but everything was okay in the end because Shirley has a HEART. She spent the day bonding with John's family, which is kind of weird, but she wasn't alone so that was great. Yay, she wasn't alone for Christmas, even though her heart still ached. She also got her bag and found the money Cherno--I mean, Orphianus left everyone. Shirley offered her the living room and so she slept under the glow of Christmas tree, warm on the couch. @Theo; Theodore opened his gift from Elliot and was super kawaii about it. He got poetry! POETRY. His favorite thing. Oh, if only he could be a poet. He felt so selfish and terrible because he didn't get Elliot a gift, but he hadn't known if he would see him any time soon. No, that was an excuse. He just hadn't thought about it. SO SELFISH TSK. He stayed quiet through most of christmas, but also remained polite because mhm gentleman. Then he went back to sleep in the spare room he was given. He'd head back to the dorms tomorrow. Probably.
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[/url] { Latest Tumblr Update ➞ OOC} ❝I live right across the street from here.❞ Her fingers curled up into fists in her lap and she avoided meeting the woman's gaze. She wanted her to stop asking questions now. Call the police! She didn't want to think about John anymore. She didn't want to point out where she lived. She didn't want to be here. Stop.
[/url] { Latest Tumblr Update ➞ OOC} When the woman mentioned Cherno Eleanora's expression soured. She corrected it and gazed down at her stinging fingers. Her vision had gone a blurry with tears as soon as the alcohol hit them, but she was grateful for the help. ❝Cherno...I am not sure where he is. The Brookridge dorms are the last place I saw him.❞She inhaled. ❝I met John during the Bellhurst hotsprings thing...He took me home and took care of me.❞No more.
[/url] { Latest Tumblr Update ➞ OOC } ❝Why are you here, little girl? Are there more people with you? Let me know now, and I will go easy on you.❞ Eleanora jumped when she heard the voice, but she resisted the urge to scramble out of the room. Was this...John's mother? She was too afraid to check and see if she had magical eyes, too. She wiped her tears away, but more took their place.❝I am alone.❞ Why was she here? Her dead cat led her here...She couldn't say that. ❝I...miss John.❞It wasn't a lie, and it was better than the whole truth. Would the woman call the police? She hoped so...The thought of returning back to home made her sick.
[/url] { Latest Tumblr Update ➞ OOC ➞ Music} ❝We wish you a Merry Christmas...❞ She could catch a glimpse of the gently falling snowflakes from her position on the dusty, wood floor. Her fingers still stung badly, but she had managed to pick all of the larger shards of glass out from under her nails. Now, she just laid there peering out of the busted window. ❝...And a happy New Year.❞Her throat hurt too badly to continue singing to herself. In a moment, she would be going downstairs to retrieve her things and make herself relatively comfortable in the cold attic. She hoped that no one had stolen her suitcase as she 'slept', or whatever that black out was. This neighborhood seemed nice enough but she couldn't be sure of anything anymore.Delicately, she pushed herself up with her palms. Ouch. Everything hurt. After a few minutes of that position, she was standing up. If only it wasn't so cold. A bit of warmth would have been enough to make this Christmas a bit more tolerable. Water splashed beneath her as she took the necessary steps from the attic to the second floor and down again. Her mind was trying, but she couldn't quite process everything. This was her home--but it was not. She had lived and survived here for fourteen years--but that was not possible. How long had her house been this way? Where had her family gone? Were they ever here...?Teeth dug painfully into her bottom lip as her frustration rose again. She swallowed down a small sob and stepped out of the ruins and out into the snow. It truly was gorgeous. Cold and slippery, but beautiful. Christmas lights twinkled in the gray atmosphere both from outside and inside of extensively decorated homes. Lovely. Maybe she could maybe braid a Christmas reef out of the tall grass and wild berries. The sad thought left her for a moment onto to return as she turned back around and took note of the vines crawling up her 'house'. Eleanora had nothing better to do.The snow flattened under her soggy shoes as she circled the house. Her fingers reached out to pull some thick vines from a half-destroyed wall of the house. She tugged once and then twice before nearly giving up. One more time.Steadying herself, she tugged...and failed. Pain shot through her fingers and she let go prematurely, tumbling back into a bush and landing on her bum. ❝MEROOOW!!❞The sound interrupted the building of her tears and she yelped in surprise. ❝I-I'm sorry!❞Apologizing to a cat. How terrible.How many more apologies would she have to issue out?...Apologizing to a cat. A cat. She pushed herself back up just in time to see a small black creature dart around to the front of the house. Her stomach flipped, but she followed. It couldn't be...She slipped but avoided falling forward, stumbling instead out into her driveway. Sleek black fur, pointed ears, long silver whiskers and a patch of white fur over his stomach. Moondrop. Eleanora's words wouldn't form. Her eyes stared quietly at the animal, and she took a step closer to him with a pounding heart. His ears perked and then he was off; running down her driveway and across the street. ❝No! Moondrop, wait!❞Without hesitation she followed, running past her neglected suitcase and into the quiet street without bothering to look both ways. ❝Waaaaait!❞The icy roads and sidewalks made it difficult for her to catch up, but when she finished crossing the street, Moondrop had darted inbetween two houses and disappeared. Her chest rose with a pained sigh and her hair shook with the swiveling of her body as she tried to spot her beloved friend again. ❝Meow!❞Up! Her neck bent and she smiled faintly when she saw Moondrop sitting safe and sound on a windowsill. Though she smiled, tears were falling. Something was wrong with her. Deeply wrong. She was insane. Disturbed. Messed up. Something was...off. Moondrop was dead, and unless she was too...no matter how warm he looked or how beautiful and healthy he appeared, he wasn't there. He was too far away from her. Too far to reach.She was crazy.Eleanora reached up. Greener, thicker, intricate vines weaved their way beautifully up a gutter. They looked much healthier than the ones she had at home. Her hands grasped at these vines and pulled herself up the gutter.No turning back now. She was already gone. Way gone. She climbed and climbed and surprisingly, Moondrop waited for her. He even skipped out of the way when she reached the windowsill and pulled her way through with a wince. Blood trickled onto her jacket from her fingertips. Her eyes scanned the room. Of course, he was gone now. No cat. Just the room of a stranger and some muffled voices coming from downstairs. Had she just broken into someone's house? ...Yes. Inside she knew, though. This wasn't just someone's house, or room. It was John's. His aura... No... ... his energy was here. His bed. A bunch of stupid Christian stuff was plastered on the walls. Why did she come here?As quietly as possible she tiptoed around the room, trying to remain respectful by not touching anything with her bloody fingers. Tears. Shaking. Hyperventilating. She couldn't even hold herself up anymore. Tenderly, she fell back onto her knees, sitting on the heels of her filthy shoes.
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[/url] _____ ____________ ❝Thank you for the invitation...I don't have anything to do for Christmas, so I suppose I'll come, if that's okay? Feel free to ask me to leave at any point.❞It was genuine. He was concerned that he was intruding.The ride was quiet and uneventful because lol. Theodore nearly fell asleep in the car as well, but resisted. When they were there, he found a place to sleep. uhhh elaboration tomorrow. x x x x x
[/url] { Latest Tumblr Update ➞ OOC ➞ Music} The sidewalk was icy and the streets were dark. She had nearly fallen over twice now. Agh...The girl would have dressed more appropriately, but she didn't own any practical shoes. What a pain...It was difficult to imagine how she had lived this way for so long. Eleanora was on her street now. She purposely avoided gazing towards the direction of John's home and kept her eyes down...but that didn't stop the image of the house from forming in her brain. Was anyone home, she wondered? His mother? Probably not. Don't look.Snow and ice crunched violently under her shoes as she trudged along the dark path. Her heart ached. Despite her flat expression, it still hurt. She needed a good cry. Dark emotions were eating away at her and her vision was clouded. Cherno really messed her up. No...It wasn't his fault...It was Crestatia's, she assumed, since Cherno had made it clear that her own magic wasn't responsible. The headache from the switch still lingered, though it wasn't as bad. When she was in Cherno's body, she had felt a constant nagging at the back of her mind. There was something down there, beneath the surface...she hadn't attempted to reach it or dig it up, and she almost regretted that. Maybe some things would have been explained to her. Maybe she would have walked away with some kind of closure, instead of this terrible rawness that had followed her spirit.Her shoes turned down onto the snow covered path that led up to her house but paused before opening the tall pale-green door. Something was...different. Terribly so. Her head lifted slowly and dark hair fell back from her round face. Her throat felt tighter, and her lungs struggled to process oxygen the way they always had. A step off of the porch was all it took to bring the full discovery into full view. Thick vines wrapped around splintered wood--what used to be tall, pale-white pillars...There was barely even a roof. The once warm shade of green that wrapped around the home was now chipped and scratched away. ❝Why...?❞There was no car in the driveway. There was nothing. THUD.The handle of her suitcase dropped into the snow and, clumsily, she stumbled back onto the porch. A shaky hand reached out to force the unlocked door open with a loud creak. ❝MOM!❞The delicate, high tone of her voice cracked. It was filthy inside. Mud, vines, broken glass, mildew and a freezing cold breeze; that was all that was left to greet her. Melted snow trickled down from a hole in the roof. Desperately, she climbed the broken, soggy staircase to her right. As usual, it spiraled up and onto the second floor. The wood was shining with a shallow layer of water that rippled as she stepped through it. ❝SIMON!...MOM!...DAD!❞Trembling fingers pushed the door to Simon's room open. There was nothing but a gaping hole that peered down into the living room, so she moved on. One by one, doors flew open; either revealing holes, dusty old furniture or pools of water...Nothing more.This is all my fault. By the time she reached her room, her shoes were soggy and her toes were numb. Tear stained cheeks burned as the cold winter air scratched at them.I just wanted to be special. ❝Don't ignore me...Don't leave me. I'M SORRY!❞Deep, deep inside, something snapped. Like a string with two ends being pulled apart too far and too quickly. Eyes blurred, she departed the hallway for her room in the attic; shoes splashing in the water. Just a dusty old room with a blanket in the corner awaited. She choked out a scream. ❝I'M SORRY!❞Her body shuddered and she impulsively used her foot to kick out one of the windows of the attic. The glass broke without resistance and she fell back for a moment before regaining her posture and sticking her face of the dusty room. Gulping in a breath of air, she screamed again; ❝COME BACK!!❞ Again. I didn't mean hurt anyone! And again.Why did everything CHANGE?And again.PLEASE!The shrill cries echoed back to her and a few lights flickered on. Pain shot threw her fingers and she gasped, pushing herself back from the window. Her hands were clutching so hard into the windowsill that small shards of broken glass had pieced through her fingers and were jammed under her nails. Deep blue eyes stared, fixated on the deep crimson substance, but then the pain shot threw her again and her gaze became one of horror. Already strained breathing quickly became hyperventilation as she messily pickled at the shards and before she was quite through, her body fell and her world went black.
[/url] _____ ____________ Ah, great. He was coming. Wonderful. Now to just sit in the elevator and wait. Mmhm. Theodore almost let his thoughts wander...But that was dangerous. He was completely alone. Being alone with his thoughts was never a fun time, so it was best to keep his mind as empty as possible. Instead of thinking about much, he tuned into the music that played above and around him and mumbled the lyrics. Some time later the elevator buzzed alive and Theo was transported down the track and to the small elevator chamber connected to the bridge that would lead them out of there. The song cut off as soon as the doors opened. He ran his fingers through his hair and shoved his phone into his pocket again. His muscles relaxed as he stepped out, no longer trapped. ❝...Thanks for coming.❞ Broad shoulders shrugged. It had been...quite a while since he last saw Elliot. He was still wearing that mask. Without any more time wasted, Theodore started the walk with Elliot back towards the main building. It was dark, and snowing. Fun, fun. Christmas was tomorrow, wasn't it? Also fun. ❝Hope you've been okay.❞
[/url] ____) ___________ ❝Hello?❞ O-oh shit, Elliot answered...Well, of course he answered--Theodore knew he would answer, but shit. His heart rate accelerated. So nervous.❝E-Elliot! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. Where are you?--No, that's not important--wait yes it is, are you busy? If you're busy, forget about it. I'm fine. Everything is fine. Uh...❞❝W-what? I'm not busy right now. I-I'm free so what is it?❞He moved the mouth piece of his cell away and took a deep breath of carpet-cleaner air. His eyes scanned the elevator and he tapped his foot to the tempo of the music still being fed to him before speaking again. ❝Yeah, I'm sorry. If you're not busy, I need your help. I'm at Antilum. Dad shut the elevator down again. He really doesn't want me to go. ...Do you think you could stop by? I'm in Sector C. Coming from the 12th floor and heading to the bridge.❞
[/url] ____) ___________ Theodore threw on something casual for the day and left the room with his important belongings as soon as he woke up, ignoring the breakfast (a hard-boiled egg and some fruit) KIERA had left him. Luckily, he slept decently and was most pleased by his lack of dreams; good or bad, and now it was time to get out of this terrible place and head back to the dorms. As he navigated throughout the empty, dark halls of Antilum and towards elevator, he wondered about the snakes again. He should have asked his father to help get rid of them...alas. He thought of several other things, too. How long had it been since he was here--since he saw his dad? How were the other victims of the crash doing? How was Valerie? Why hadn't she come back? How was Elliot? Hm... The inside of the elevator smelled of carpet cleaner. He crinkled his nose and held back a sneeze before using his thumb to hit the shiny plastic '⬅' button. It lit up in response and the elevator doors shut. The elevators at Antilum were not exactly conventional. They were globe-shaped pods, essentially, that were attached to a track. The pods could ride along this track going up, down, left or right. It was pretty fantastical, really, when he thought about it. He held onto one of the handles above him as it began to move down the track with a low, smooth rumble. He was heading to the bridge that would lead him back to the main building when the familiar rumble suddenly stopped. He did not think much of it at first...but then a few minutes passed and it became evident that he was not moving...and then the lights flickered and went out and he was engulfed in darkness. ❝No. This is...God damn it.❞His phone was pulled out for some light and he jabbed irritably the fire escape button. If the fire department showed up and snooped, it was Antilum's own fault. Things often went wrong here. They were pretentious. ...Then again, if that were the case, maybe this button was for show. He...was spending Christmas Eve stuck in an elevator? No, that wasn't happening. He flipped through his contacts and confirmed an outgoing call to 'Dr. Timothy'. It rang once and then went straight to voice-mail, so he called again. ...And again. And again. Still no answer, but by the tenth call, Nel Blu Dipinto di Blu was being blared into the elevator's speakers. This was on purpose. What a terrible person his father was. He flipped again through his contacts. He sighed gently when his eyes settled on Elliot's name. He had no choice. He confirmed the call and held his phone up to his ear. His chest hurt and his stomach was suddenly unsettled. Would he even answer? ...No, he knew Elliot well enough. He would answer. Softly, Theodore bit his lower lip and released the handle, leaning back against one of the curved walls as he waited.
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[/url] { Latest Tumblr Update ➞ OOC} It was snowing. Too perfect for Christmas Eve. ...She should be somewhere warm, snuggling by a fire with some hot chocolate or cookies. That's what television said, at least. Instead, she was on the monorail heading back to Coy City, alone. Staying in Brookridge would only result in more loneliness. When all else failed, rely on family. Family would be family no matter what. Eleanora had been seriously tempted to visit the boys dormitory again and just lay outside of John's door...like a cat. Her heart sank. Moondrop. When had everything gotten so sad? ...Ah, the moment Cherno took her hand. She realized then that something terrible had shifted, and that she was alone...and that no one would protect her. He was dry and distant and in the end he had completely disappeared. Her thoughts were dragged back to John. Of course, she still didn't believe in death...But everyone who had left this world was unreachable to her. It hurt. It shouldn't have hurt so bad, why did it hurt? Where had her resolve gone?HEH.She hadn't even known John that long at all. She knew him, literally, for only a few days. Why had she gotten so attached in the first place? WHY, INDEED. The train stopped and she stood, dragging her suitcase onto the platform and towards the bus that would eventually bring her home. The white wand hidden under her sleeve as usual dug uncomfortably into her arm. She groaned and pulled it from the strap, shoving it into her suitcase before continuing.
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↓T R I A L ✖ T E N↓ ❝Well, then...Come along.❞||| Crestatia kicks Analynne lightly with her shoe and the girl stands up, clearly irritated. They wait for Ben and Marina to step away from Cherno. ❝Congratulations. Be careful...One last thing, Cherno...❞_E N D;
↓T R I A L ✖ N I N E↓ ❝Hello, everyone. Thank you for playing.❞||| Crestatia stands by the shore. She seems more cheerful than usual, and not very intimidating at all. Analynne is knelt down beside her, occupying herself with some broken seashells. She approaches Ben and her eyes glow with pride. Her lips press against his forehead tenderly and she rests a hand on his shoulder. ❝Congratulations, Ben. I am proud of you, and I have a gift for you. It comes with a price.❞ ||| She reaches into the pocket of her velvety cloak and holds out a small, clear orb. ❝I am willing to give one of you the temporary power of DECLARATION. Ben. You can chose to live and leave this island with your card, discarding this power along with Cherno and Marina...Or you can allow one of these two to live, instead. They will return to the gameboard with the power to DECLARE. You, your card and the unchosen will pass away -- unable to return. It is entirely up to you.❞ STATS Spoiler 【 M A R I N A】 TRIAL ONE: FAILEDTRIAL TWO: FAILEDTRIAL THREE: FAILEDTRIAL FOUR: FAILEDTRIAL FIVE: FAILEDTRIAL SIX: FAILEDTRIAL SEVEN: FAILEDTRIAL EIGHT: FAILEDTRIAL NINE: ... 【B E N】 TRIAL ONE: FAILEDTRIAL TWO: FAILEDTRIAL THREE: PASSEDTRIAL FOUR:PASSEDTRIAL FIVE: PASSEDTRIAL SIX: PASSEDTRIAL SEVEN: PASSEDTRIAL EIGHT: PASSEDTRIAL NINE: ... 【C H E R N O】 TRIAL ONE: FAILEDTRIAL TWO: FAILEDTRIAL THREE: PASSEDTRIAL FOUR: FAILEDTRIAL FIVE: FAILEDTRIAL SIX: FAILEDTRIAL SEVEN: PASSEDTRIAL EIGHT: FAILEDTRIAL NINE: ...
