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That's not a misplaced notice, it's on purpose. Quite a few role players hardly leave the RP Arena so I made a notice for them so they know what's going on and that the awards are starting.

Addressed & locked.

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She was in the middle of practically dying under the table when she heard a squeaky voice chirp out over the sound of the motor.

『 Um... B-Bentley, they kind of...it kind of... they know. They-they know we're... ... coming, that is... ah,』

Knew they were coming ...? This girl ... She was a ... A SPY. SPY!! Dakota shot up, hitting the top of her head on the table and slinking back down with a dizzy moan. Her forehead plopped down on the edge of the closest, empty seat. The word swirled around her and she sniffled, trying to make out the string of words coming from above the table.

『 Yo Dakota, doing alright down there?』

Her heartbeat quickened, her face went as white as sheet of paper and her shoulders tensed. So someone besides Erik did [ he was doing an awfully good job of leaving her alone ] know who she was? And they were actually speaking to her?! Maybe she was hallucinating ... She turned around nervously and tried to smile. Her cheeks resisted and she gave up quickly.

『 Yes ... ?』

Her voice was soft and uncertain as if she didn't know the answer, and her gaze didn't hold his very long. Her pale face remained hidden behind the scarf.

Aaaaah!

She was genuinely considering asking him to move along just to ease her from the discomfort she was feeling [ and the violent drumming in her chest ] but she couldn't decide between that or thanking him for even noticing. It was weird, she only vaguely remembered him, and she couldn't remember his name ...

Before she could act on either feeling, someone stormed inside [ she couldn't see who or what from under the table ] and a few moments later the bridge filled with the sound of ... rap music. What was even happening. Dakota gasped and covered her head, staying hunched over and hidden as best as she could as yelling commenced.

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I'm not really sure if you're serious but locked it anyway just in case. Lemme know if you want it unlocked.

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Dakota sat and gazed around the cabin nervously. There was a security camera, to make sure they didn't do anything illegal or harmful with the rental. Julius probably had to sign some kind of agreement with the renters. It was making her itch. Hesitantly, she took a seat by the table. It was one of those black orbs of a camera, so she couldn't tell where it was looking. Her suitcase was tucked away over the seat and she placed the black handbag she got onto her lap.

『 You know, we never actually came up with a plan for how to enter Bentley without being too suspicious. Unless you 'leaders' discussed it without the rest of us?』

Dakota looked up at the camera, wondering if it recorded audio too. She wanted to break it. Her fingers twitched.

『 ....We tried....』

Her head snapped in his direction. What did that mean? They tried? So, they really didn't have a plan? They were going into a town full of secrets to investigate the deaths of two of their peers WITHOUT A PLAN? She wheezed, covering her mouth after and burying her face into her scarf timidly. They were all going to die! Her heartbeat accelerated.

The yacht became a bit cramped for her liking and she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, and pushing her body into cushions behind her.

Without much of a warning, the vessel shot forward like a bullet, jolting her from her spot and against whoever was sitting next to her. She yelped into her scarf and apologized, wanting to hide away somewhere. She was glad she had decided not to deal with that camera, otherwise she probably would have been thrown into the helm and out of the window.

About to fall into a full-blown hysteria, she let herself slip down underneath the table.

『 Oh, Gods.』

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When morning came, Oliver dressed and got ready to go and swiftly as possible. This was it. Make it or break it day. They day when probably half of them would be killed. He grabbed his backpack and left the room, scarfing down his breakfast and heading outside to wait for the rest of them.

His thighs were sore and burning from yesterday [ he didn't do many athletic things ], and the walk to the docks most certainly didn't help them. He would have called for a cab if he could have fought off the guilt of leaving everyone else behind. He spent the walk texting and sneaking glances at Pierce, trying to gauge whether or not she was okay. He was still irritated with everything, of course, but still ... her little display of shyness or whatever at dinner had made him feel just a little bad.

They reached the docks and Oliver plopped down on the damp wood, not caring about his attire getting wet. So tired ... It took a while but eventually Julius presented them their rented yacht. Oliver was surprised that he knew how to drive one - probably had a license of some sort. Maybe it wasn't too surprising, considering Julius was the oldest between them all. Maybe.

They got in and Oliver wiped his jeans before sitting down on one of the cushions of the beige couch closest to the helm of the yacht. He ran his fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp with a quiet groan.

❝You know, we never actually came up with a plan for how to enter Bentley without being too suspicious.❞ He rolled his eyes, remembering the dramatica he was caught up in on the train. Julius took the captain's seat. ❝Unless you 'leaders' discussed it without the rest of us? ❞
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Dakota did not enjoy their gallivanting one bit. There were far too many people in Whittlerose for her liking and all of that squeezing by and involuntary eye contact made her breathless. When they were in a larger space, she trailed far behind the group - letting them converse amongst themselves and tune her out of existence while she fiddled with the sleeves of her black jacket. Not everyone in the group seemed as enthusiastic as the others. A couple of them just looked angry, while at least two others gave off a similar vibe as herself.

After hours of exploration, they walked back to the inn. A headache was blooming, and her stomach felt emptier than it had in a long while. At home she was able to spend the day snacking. Not here. Her nose crinkled as the vapor trail of a hot, home cooked meal reached her nose.

『 Hungry ...』

Once it was decided that they would eat, she followed a blonde-haired boy directly to the dining hall without returning to her room. She didn't really want to see her room mates react to her - uh - tendencies. They were greeted and seated after grabbing a plate of food. She sighed, staring at the plate of food longingly. She couldn't eat yet. Not until someone else had - to confirm it hadn't been poisoned. So long as no one had a reaction within twenty minutes of partaking ...

『 Did you guys find anything?』

Dakota raised her eyes across the table, towards one of the corners. The blonde boy again. It was odd, he hadn't been so prominent - or noticeable, rather - up until this point.

『 Nope, nothing that interesting, just a silly children's book and boring fairy tales.』

A dark-haired girl with stunning blue eyes answered right away. Dakota scowled at her from her place at the table. Jumpy girls were liars. She didn't have too much time to get upset about it, because a beautiful, passionately woven voice was carried through the air immediately after.

『 Comrade Grant, I think I can speak for everyone when saying the library was very much a waste of time. I took a look at the Percival County census records with the gracious assistance of the good-hearted proletarian worker bee that is Miss Kline ... There was something that would pique a hundred revolutions of glorified interest.

A few of you have visited Bentley before, yes. From 2009 to 2010, the town's population jumped up an astonishing 991 people. This may very well be insignificant with the information we currently have at our disposal, but there has been a lack of concurrent record for why this jump happened. It is a statistical anomaly, and we can only guess what happened. Perhaps a revolution. That is all. Tomorrow I hope we may drive forth our revolution to find the truth by looking elsewhere.』

Dakota was sure she could listen to Torvald speak for all of eternity. His words - his entire presence captivated her. Her probing stormcloud gaze locked upon him from across the table. For a moment, the bland interior of the inn melted away as if rained down upon with acid - and Torvald was speaking only to her of such mysterious things. It was only her, Torvald, and [ she inhaled deeply ] the revolution.

『 One more thing.
I met a young little revolutionary whom all of you seemed to forget about. Jenna gives her regards.』

She didn't know who that was, but it didn't matter, Torvald was speaking. But it seemed that as quickly as it came, the beautiful voice faded away. Reality settled back in and Dakota shifted in her seat, looking down at her untouched plate of food. A couple of others spoke but it didn't sound important so she tuned it out.

『 So, according to Pierce, Delilah is related -- Wait, who's Delilah? ... Ah, Delilah is Dreamer's wife. She is related to a notable city council representative of Bentley, named Dolton Buford, who passed away in an accident right after being elected for mayor in 2012. The position was then filled by Trenton Sheffield. Huh. Does any of that sound familiar? Torvald, you said your census spike was in 2010 right? And then they got a new Mayor in 2012 who died for some unknown reason?

The only other stuff on here is some reviews about Dreamer's candy and how it's highly addictive and the best in the world. None of the reviews are from people of Bentley, which is odd. They're all from passersby. Huh, maybe that's why. Maybe the candy is secretly some sort of crazy drug and once someone eats it they feel drawn to Bentley and then everyone ended up moving there. 』

Elected mayor and then killed? Stuff like that was always fishy. Mayors were elected every four years, if she remembered correctly. The spike in population took place between 2009 and 2010. The last mayor was elected in 2008!

Torvald spoke again, this time mulling things over. Someone chimed in, a older man with an eyepatch - like the girl. He corrected them. Apparently Delilah was married to Patrick Grant, some guy who saved some of them after a ferry crash.

『 It almost sounds like Hansel and Gretel, Lure people in with something sweet, trap them for whatever they see fit. Make them servants... I don't know. ... Are we really ready to face whatever is waiting for us at Bentley? 』

A girl with an eyepatch spoke up from her side of the table and Dakota mashed her lips together. She knew she wasn't particularly ready for any of this at all, apart of her still wanted to go home.

『 Do you know what this revolution is about? It is about finding the truth. It is a certainly one of us may be in danger of losing our lives. It is entirely possible the events of three years ago will repeat themselves. But if we live in fear and false happiness -- go to beaches and forget about our friends who died under such mysterious causes -- Then what would that make us? There is something deeper here. We are the only ones who can find out.

Today you asked me if I believed in superstitions, or curses, or witchcraft, and the answer was a resounding no. What do I believe in? I believe well enough that everyone in this room is wrapped in a different kind of curse. A curse to fall to our own chaos, our own inabilities to say things or express them to others, our own false curiosities leading to deaths, our own ignorance or arrogance or ineptitude. And we are cursed to be the only ones who can deal with this, and preventing this to happen.

This is the curse of humanity; this is the curse of the individual who chooses their own path. It is the burden of free will. 』

If she hadn't been so lethargic, she would have stood up clapping. What bold words! REVOLUTION, TRUTH, THE CURSE OF HUMANITY! The corners of her eyes pricked with tears; she felt so emotional. Eyepatch girl was getting emotional, too, and left the room to gather herself. Simply gorgeous, his ability to move the heart.

Some empty moments passed and Dakota finally started on her food. It was cold now, and she regretted making a plate so soon before she ate it. It was too late by then, so she suffered through it.

When she was finished and the silence remained, her face drained a bit. She should probably say something.

『 Uh.』 Aah, she already wanted to faceplant the floor. It had been a long while since she did any sort of public speaking ... She reached down into her bag, pulling out one of the three books she checked out [ well, stole from the 'hold' section in one of the backrooms that just happened to be open ]. It was a thick, colorful Atlas with a glossy hardback cover. 『 Found this. It - uh - has a lot of maps. Outdated maps. I found Bentley. It was - um - different, in this map, from the map in the Atlas that was on display in the Library. The outdated Bentley is larger than the up-to-date Bentley in the maps. I don't think it really is, though, geographically speaking. I think it's a CONSPIRACY. I think they edited the new map to get rid of SECRET LOCATIONS! 』

Her eyes were wide with excitement. She took a deep breath, feeling a bit more comfortable despite a couple of skeptical looks [ or looks of confusion as they tried to decipher who the heck she was ]. They wouldn't recognize her from grade school like she had them ... Only natural. She didn't really care.

『 Delilah was related to Dolton, who passed away in an accident before becoming mayor. That doesn't mean they were married. Maybe she was already married to Patrick. He was the one who saved you and brought you to Bentley in the first place, so says Mr. Eyepatch over here ... If the town is as cultish as you all say it is, I don't expect he could have gotten away with that if he weren't a notable person himself.

The missing link here is how were Delilah and Dolton related and who exactly is Patrick Grant to Bentley? When did the two marry?

Population jumped between 2009 and 2010. The last election would have been 2008. In oth-other words;

2008: Mayor is elected.
2009 - 2010: Population spike.
2011: ?
2012: Dolton is elected and dies, someone else immediately fills in.
2013: You all arrive in Bentley.

To fill in the year 2011, the old Atlas I found, which I believe to be accurate, was published in that year. The new version was published in 2012.

[spoiler=New List]2008: Mayor is elected.
2009 - 2010: Population spike.
2011: Accurate Atlas published.
2012: Dolton is elected and dies, someone else immediately fills in, new Atlas published and Bentley appears smaller on all maps following.
2013: You all arrive in Bentley. [/spoiler]
What if things started to get weird in Bentley in 2008 with the new Mayor? Perhaps Dolton was an advocate against whatever things they were doing and was killed because of it, despite the public voting for him. That goes with what Tor-Torvald was saying, about the higher-ups having a more-than-significant influence on the life of Bentley's citizens.

All of this is fantastic information for one trip to the library, but there are still questions. Like, who is the new mayor? If Dolton's death WAS murder, what does the new mayor Trenton Sheffield stand for that exempts him from assassination? And who was the mayor in 2008? What did he [i]do[/i] during his term? How - if at all - does the candy relate to it? Why would the map be changed?

Above all, though, how does this have anything to do with you [i][b]or[/b][/i] your [color=red]dead friends[/color]?[IMG]http://i1064.photobucket.com/albums/u361/Jaynabelle/cursor_7-3_zps6b4e0807.gif[/IMG]』

- Bed Time - ​

The night dragged on and on, and finally it was time to sleep. Everything had become rather somber and cloudy after their little dinner discussion. Dakota truly couldn't piece it all together, and even though they had speculated quite a bit, she didn't know how it helped them at all. Maybe they just wanted confirmation that weird stuff was going on? She didn't know.

There was something missing. Something that would tie it all together ...

One by one, they all gathered into bed, her on her chair, and Dakota eventually drifted off to sleep thinking about Bentley, conspiracies and Torvald.

- Wake Up, Bitches - ​

Sunlight peeked through some thick, oddly spaced blinds laying against the only window in their room. Dakota shifted and winced, a cramp assaulting her neck. Her back stretched against the rough fabric of the chair and her eyes fluttered open, adjusting quickly. She was the first one awake, and though she really wanted to turn back around and try and sleep again, she forced herself up so that she could spend some time alone in the bathroom.

Finally, much to her pleasure, she took herself a proper shower and washed her hair. The inn provided a hair dryer and flat iron, so she took full advantage of them after drying off, lotioning up and getting dressed. Today was the day! It was also her last chance to escape back home before anything got too intense. She sighed, staring at herself in the mirror. She knew that the pull of Bentley was too strong. She wanted to know what the missing link was and now that their investigation had really gotten started, she wouldn't be able to stop until she knew.

Stream trailed out of the bathroom behind her as she left, and she slipped on her shoes, ignoring her roommates as she gathered her things and used her scissors to start removing the tape from the places she had painted with it. When she was done, she threw the sticky wads of silver away and left the room quickly.

They would need to eat breakfast here before heading to the docks. The blonde boy from yesterday night had reserved the dining hall for the morning, and she was grateful to him.

This meal was a bit more individual than last night's had been. Some of the group chatted amongst themselves, but Dakota stayed quiet, mulling things over until she trusted the food enough to eat as well. How long had it been since she last traveled by boat? She chuckled dorkily to herself at the thought of it sinking. The one time she gets on a boat ...

- The Docks -
1:23pm ​

Another walking adventure commenced and for a while there was conversation considering stopping by one of the places they voted against yesterday. Instead, they ultimately continued forward. Dakota was only half disappointed, wondering what could have been ... She fell behind again, tuning in and out of the conversations coming from in front of her.

They walked for a long time before the smell of saltwater finally wafted overhead. She felt a bit excited, and that excitement only grew when they actually reached the water. The sloshing sounds from underneath the damp wooden dock clashed against the pillars, whipped with the current.

It wasn't nearly as busy down here versus the rest of the city. There were a few people scattered about, and a mostly empty looking seafood restaurant to the far right of them.

They traveled along the dock until they came to a quaint little stand. A tall, bearded man with a pipe greeted them with a stare. Guy-with-the-Eyepatch took the role of a leader and stepped in front of the group, making the necessary arrangements for the rental. Dakota wondered how people could do that - step up to the forefront and actually do helpful things without prompting. How old was eyepatch man?

It was a bit of a wait, so a few of them had scattered along the docks talking with each other or thinking alone until Mr. Eyepatch came back around with the keys to a small yacht. She had most definitely never been on a yacht. Eyepatch Man must have been rich. She chewed nervously on her bottom lip as they were all rounded up and shuffled inside.

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Currently writing up a long ass Dakota post that will cover her saying what she found, going to sleep and waking up. If you want to start writing, then all you need to write about is waking up in the morning and recap how your characters spent the rest of their night. We have to rent a boat, we'll be heading to the whittlerose boat rentals.

Edit: Also, this means you don't have to end your days today and we get an extra day for Bentley-doing.

I can't stop watching this

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The library was a waste of time in his opinion. Oliver didn't discover anything of interest, not that he looked very hard. As soon as he realized they weren't getting much of anywhere, he sat down at one of the tables and began to text. As eager as he was to end the curse, he felt another location would have been more helpful. He had asked around [ before giving up ] about Bentley but no one really gave him a straight answer. Frustrating, but understandable. This wasn't Bentley, how did they expect to find crucial information in any of these record books?

Eventually they all stopped their wandering and met back together again outside. The sun continued to smile down upon the city of Whittlerose, and the streets were cramped with cars going to and fro. He could only wonder why they were such busy residents. Whittlerose didn't look nearly large enough to house all of the people he was seeing walking around. At least this was good for them, as they didn't stand out nearly as much.

Before heading back to the inn, they decided to walk around the city a bit more, scouting out some new locations to possibly check out in the morning before the left for the boat. The caravan discovered city hall, a museum, Whittlerose University [ which seemed to be off for break like Fortissimo ], a super mall, and an immensely eerie looking graveyard. Oliver was sure they had literally trekked through the entire town, and felt like his legs were going to collapse beneath him if they continued. Fortunately, they didn't go any further than that, and made the long and tiresome adventure back to the inn.

Man, why hadn't anyone rented a bus or something?

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Once they arrived, the dark-haired stranger from earlier mumbled something about being hungry and ignited the decision to settle down and eat. They had passed a few exquisite looking restaurants on their way there but figured it would be less expensive to take advantage of the inn's amenities. Everything was trying so hard to be fancy.

When Mary asked what Whittlerose was like, he frankly replied 'pretentious'.

After dropping off the couple of books he DID check out, he returned to the dining room where a cherry-nosed, freckle kissed woman greeted him. A small but tasty looking buffet was set up, and gratefully no one else had reserved the dining room for this particular time slot. They had an hour to eat together.

He grabbed a plate of mainly meats and starches and took a seat at the corner - by one of the heads, not waiting before indulging. A warm, electric jolt shot down his spine at the zestily seasoned pillow of fluffy mashed potatoes on his tongue. At least they could cook, this was excellent!

In his fatigue he continued stuffing his cheeks with the meal. His plate was basically empty by the time he finally spoke up, gazing up with his green eyes and looking around the table - while avoiding Pierce. It was oddly quiet. They wouldn't get anywhere with this sort of attitude.

❝Sooo,❞ he cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with the provided napkin. ❝did you guys find anything? ❞
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i think synk is right in saying it's not possible right now to align the text like that with bbcode [ html, yes, if you're going to use the image on another site that supports it ]. all you can do is edit the picture itself to have the text in it already.

in the future if you want help with things like making an image transparent or anything without the spam, post it here: http://kh-vids.net/forums/graphic-help.54/