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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

After the crazy teenagers had escaped, Sam just stood there, taking in the sight of the bodies that lay before him. He let out a contented sigh as his sword reverted to its wand form. "That was fun." There was nobody in particular that he was talking to. Sam was covered with the blood that flew as he had more than his fair share of fun. This was definitely the most enjoyment he had gotten in a long while. A lot more fun than beating up other inmates, that was for sure. His blood lust had subsided for now, and he just stood in the middle of the gore, not really sure what to do. A twisted smile lingered on his face.

Then he remembered that he had to kidnap the white haired girl. "Ah, right. There's that." He put the wand back into his pocket and walked towards the motel room the girls were staying in. Something had awakened in him that hadn't been there before. Succumbing to his blood lust definitely had its effect on his mind. Before, there was an itch that would come every once in a while. It would come and go, as if on a whim. Sometimes, this itch would come and he had to satisfy it in anyway possible. But it would completely go away whenever he did and it would stay away for a good amount of time. Now, the itch was constantly there. Even though he had just satisfied it, it remained there, ever so small.

He cracked his neck as he wiped away some of the blood that coated his face. As soon as he got to the door of the motel, he knocked on it rhythmically five times before kicking it down and walking in anyway. "Hello there~," he said with a sing-songy tone. Cassandra was standing there in the room, but he didn't pay her much mind. He just went straight for Joslyn, who was incredibly still asleep. Sam poked her cheek a couple of times. "Hellooooooooo~ Anybody in there?" There wasn't a response. She was still sleeping. "Huh... Well whatever. Makes this a whole lot easier for me." He lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Don't try anything stupid against me. Anything you do is pretty much useless. Useless, useless, useless." He told Cassandra. "So you be a good little girl and just, I don't know, do whatever the hell it is good little girls do. I don't care, just don't get in my way." Sam waltzed out of the room with Joslyn in hand. Chicken Wings better show up soon, otherwise his precious cargo won't be in the best condition when he does get here. Plus, I need to give him a piece of my mind. Maybe a foot or two up his ass.

 

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---Date: Sunday, October 13th, 2013 ---Day: 22 | 4/4 --- Interaction: Samuel --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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"Hello there~,"​

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Cassandra had shot up at the point he had broken down the door. What the hell was he doing.​

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"Hellooooooooo~ Anybody in there?" ​

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Cassandra watched as he poked Joslyn in the cheek and then he picked her up saying, "Huh... Well whatever. Makes this a whole lot easier for me."​

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"What the hell are y-"​

"Don't try anything stupid against me. Anything you do is pretty much useless. Useless, useless, useless."​

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Cassandra stared at him, his repetition of the word useless clearly got on her nerves and she watched him walk out the door as he spoke, "So you be a good little girl and just, I don't know, do whatever the hell it is good little girls do. I don't care, just don't get in my way."​

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Cassandra watched him fully walk out the door and then gritted her teeth. She grabbed Hasah and watched it transform as she ran out the door. She ran up behind him and kicked at the back of his knees and shouted, "Good little girls don't let kidnappings happen shithead." and she held the blade up to the back of his neck. ​

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This isn't smart Cassie this isn't smart at all...​

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: ----- Mood: Confused/Intrigued ----- Location: Service House -----​

He leaned towards the TV and concentrated hard.

Zombies? That can’t be. They only exist in books. Right?

A hotel surveillance video was aired. It showed man slicing through tens of the creatures. People. Whatever they were, they were covered in blood and other bodily things.

Ew, raw meat sounds a little over the edge.

Samuel’s face was zoomed into.

Hey, wait a second. That guy looks familiar…

A searing pain took over his head and he growled in pain as he caressed it in his hands.

“GRRAAAHHH!!!”

His legs started to lose their strength and he fell hard on his knees.

Two of the maids broke into the room after hearing his screams.

“Sir! Sir! What is wrong?”

“It’s my damn head you whore!” He yelled back in frustration. Normally he didn’t use that language towards the girls, but the pain was too intense for him to be civil.

“We need to get you some help!”

“Leave me alone! I’ll be fine!” He gave another growl then blacked out.

 

Finally after what seemed like forever a couple of the 'zombies' showed up. Some military officer took the first shot. He took the zombie done quick and a clean with a shot to the head. The Irish cop that sat next to Tyson on the plane took down the other, although it took a few shots.'Well that wasn't too difficult.' Tyson thought.
A soldier poked at the bodies. "This it then? All this wondering around and we've only found two? And they weren't even hard to kill!" the soldier obliviously was only there for the action and glory. Then the 'zombie' sprang back to life, and tore a big chunk out of the soldier's leg. The Irish cop didn't take the zombie after all. The soldier shot it in the head and a few more times in the chest. "Damn *******....." the soldier continued to yell every swear word he think of as he keep filling the zombie's chest with bullets.
After he was done Tyson helped him limp over to a car with a open door. Tyson gently helped him sit down. "Will I be ok?" Before Tyson could answer or even look at the wound the soldier leading them marched over to them and drew his pistol. The leader placed the barrel against his head and pulled the trigger. The wounded soldier's blood splattered across Tyson's face. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Tyson backed up and took aim at the leader. "He would have turned into one of those things. Trust me, this is more humane." Tyson and the leader stared each other down. Tyson was doing everything in his power to remain calm. He knew if he got angry then that smoke will appear and the way they were acting he wouldn't get a chance to explain."We gonna have problem here?" The leader continued to stare him down. "No.....sir." Tyson took aim off of him.
The sound of running could be heard off in the distance. It sounded like a stampede. The zombies came like a wave towards them. "Stay together! Don't split up!" The leader yelled. They all fired into the wave. A few of the zombies fell but they pushed on. They finally hit the group. Crunching, tearing, gunshots, and screams of agony filled the air. The few that didn't fall right then were forced to separate and were backed up towards the buildings.
Tyson took done many but they seemed to keep coming. Tyson used his powers to push aside a few of them. He ignored the headache and nose bleeds it caused. Tyson was running out of bullets and fast. He bolted for a near by alley way. He couldn't tell if the others were ok or not, he was the only one on this side of the street. He ducted into a building. It was some kind of restaurant, and he was in the kitchen. He blocked the door he came in with a shelf. It seemed that he would have a breather for the moment.
"Damn, where's a tank when you need it?" Tyson was breathing heavily. "Looks like....running in those tires back in football has finally paid off." Tyson blocked the front entrance to the kitchen. Now he had to wait those things out, so this seemed a good time as any to take a rest. So he took himself a little nap.

 

"My my my how naughty of my mistress...do not fret...my love shall be shown soon enough...just be patient my dear..." Alistair said as he raised one hand and brushed one of his bangs to the side. Again with the mocking her. He must feel pretty lucky or something. Lu debated slitting his throat right then and there. It seemed rather tempting. "ah...before you go...do tell me...what kind of a man was the Azrael of the past...he has intrigued me" Alistair asked.

Ah. Simple enough. She smiled at him darkly. "Passionate ... and deadly. Nothing like you." Lu gave Alistair a wink before becoming engulfed in mist. "Tootles."

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Hana scrambled to her feet. Her throat felt like it was on fire. There wasn't time to think about it. She took a deep breath and pulled Luria out from behind her back. Saamuel had gone through with killing her -- sort of -- which meant he would most likely y go after Joslyn. She burst out of the motel room he had been sharing with Shane. Searching frantically, she caught sight of him walking away with Joslyn over his shoulder. Cassandra beat her there. Hana watched as the other girl kicked out his leg and drew her sword. "Samuel!" she shouted in a commanding voice. Hana coughed and wheezed immediately after. This was too much stress on her throat. "Stop. Don't do this. You're better than this Samuel." She aproachd him slowly, keeping Luria pinned against her thigh. "You could have killed me, but here I am. You didn't stab me with that knife like you were told to. There is good in you Abaddon."

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Sam felt a kick to the back of his knees. "Good little girls don't let kidnappings happen, shithead." He felt the blade on the back of his neck. The sound of chuckling filled the air. Suddenly, Red burst out from the other room.

"Samuel!" She called out in a commanding voice. Red coughed and wheezed afterwards. He looked at her with a serious look in his face. "Stop. Don't do this. You're better than this Samuel." She slowly started to approach him. "You could have killed me, but here I am. You didn't stab me with that knife like you were told to. There is good in you Abaddon." Right. There was good in him. How laughable. Destructive powers being used for positive ends. How ridiculous.

"I think you and I both know that isn't true. Even if I've tried before, a guy like me could never be good." The look in his eyes was solemn. Maybe somewhere deep down, he wanted to believe that he was good. To believe that he could be better than what he was. But he couldn't stop himself from choking her out. He couldn't stop himself from harming her. That was proof enough for him that he couldn't be good. Not ever.

"And didn't I tell you?" He grabbed the blade with his free hand without turning around. His grip on the blade tightened as he turned around to face her, blood dripping from his hand. "Anything you do is pretty much useless. What part of that didn't you understand?" He wasn't about to let her stop him. "Well, I guess you're into getting punished, aren't you?" Sam stepped forward. "If that's the case, here's your punishment!" He lifted his leg and kicked at Cassandra's stomach with full force. At this point, he didn't care what happened now.

 

Seeing Hana burst out the room gave Shane another uneasy feeling. In fact if he wasn't feeling like the way he was right now, he might've ran after her. That wasn't the case this time, all he did instead was lay down on the bed and stretch. Eventually that stre he turned into him closing his eyes and getting some rest.

 

"Passionate and deadly...hmmm" Alistair said placing his hand on his chin as he put his thoughts onto the angel he used to be. Just hearing that made him much more curious about Azrael and just who that angel was back then. With a chuckle Alistair took a shower to wash away all the blood before getting dressed in fresh new clothes and headed off to sleep in his bed.

 

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---Date: Sunday, October 13th, 2013 ---Day: 22 | 4/4 --- Interaction: Samuel/Hana --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra listened to the exchange between Samuel and Hana, Samuel seemed amused by something and Hana sounded terrible. But Hana was alive and Cassandra was grateful in turn.​

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"And didn't I tell you? Anything you do is pretty much useless. What part of that didn't you understand?"​

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Cassandra was sick of hearing that word come out of his mouth, but she noticed him clench the blade of her sword, and his hand bled. Was this some kind of a sick joke, what the hell was this act of self harm going to even do to help him out here.​

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"Well, I guess you're into getting punished, aren't you?"​

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Excuse me?​

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If that's the case, here's your punishment!"​

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Cassandra watched as a full force kick went straight for her stomach but she managed to move out of the way just in time. Cassandra was not necessarily in the mood to fight Samuel, hell she knew that was probably the worst decision she could make. But she wasn't going to let him take Joslyn out of here.​

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There was more to this scenario going on that she didn't know, but the idea of him kidnapping her was totally out of the question.​

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While still holding onto the sword, Cassandra reached out and grabbed a hold of Joslyn by the back of her shirt and tried to pull her away from him. Hopefully he wasn't in the mood to play rag doll.​

 

Samuel turned to face it. It put Hana on edge but she held strong. "I think you and I both know that isn't true. Even if I've tried before, a guy like me could never be good." The look in his eyes was solemn.

"That's not true." she told him.

"And didn't I tell you?" He grabbed the blade with his free hand without turning around. He turned around to face her, blood dripping from his hand. "Anything you do is pretty much useless. What part of that didn't you understand? Well, I guess you're into getting punished, aren't you?" Sam stepped forward. "If that's the case, here's your punishment!" He lifted his leg and kicked at Cassandra's stomach with full force.

"Sam!" she shrieked, running forward. Luria grew in her hand from the wand to its golden sword of glory. Her glamour took shape around her and she didn't stop until she was standing right in front of him, sword pressed to his chest. "Why?" she asked. "You asked me why I would give you that option, but the better question is, why do you feel this is the only way you can live?" She dug the tip of the blade in, stepping in front of Cassandra. "You have options. Why do you feel restricted to this one path? Danel didn't make you take an oath, did he? You're not forced to do this. You can be different."

Hana gripped the hilt of her sword tighter. Her face was pale and a dark purple handprint ringed her throat. Her breathing was heavy and she pressed her lips into a hard line. Her brow furrowed in concentration. "Samuel," she pleaded.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

"Sam!" Red had shrieked, though Cassandra dodged it with no problems. He put his leg back down as Cassandra reached for Joslyn. All of a sudden, Red appeared in front of him with her sword pressed against his chest. He had let go of Cassandra's sword and looked right into Red's eyes. "Why?" she asked. "You asked me why I would give you that option, but the better question is, why do you feel this is the only way you can live?" She dug the tip of her blade in, stepping in front of Cassandra. "You have options. Why do you feel restricted to this one path? Danel didn't make you take an oath, did he? You're not forced to do this. You can be different." He just kept looking into her eyes, rage welling up. She had no idea what she was talking about. She had no idea just what was going on in his head.

Red gripped the hilt of her sword tighter. Her face was pale and a dark purple hand print ringed her throat. Her breathing was heavy and she pressed her lips into a hard line. Her brow furrowed in concentration. "Samuel," she pleaded.

Sam sighed. "You just don't get it, do you? You don't understand what it's like to have an urge to destroy everything in front of you. To have such an overwhelming tendency to break things. Unwillingly succumbing to those urges and hurting everyone around you." He tightly clenched his fist, causing even more blood to flow out. "You keep telling me I have options, but everyone of those options leads to the same end: A horrific death. So why should I choose a different option? I can't suppress the itch. It doesn't go away anymore. So if things keep going like this, I will break something... or someone..." Sam's voice trembled with rage. "And you know what? I'll probably end up enjoying it, because I love the thrill of breaking things. Destroying things with my own two hands, it's exhilarating." He let out an unsure laughter.

Sam started to back away from them with Joslyn. "I'll say this once. Stay. Away. Or I will kill you."

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ TIRED ✖ DAY 22 ※ 4/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/13/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ LONDON, ENGLAND
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Ahh, Hay Sun was tired, and . . . what the fuck was up with Paco? His mood and attitude were really pissing her off and it was pretty much all she could do to not snap his neck or spine, or something decapitating. The Shane guy was useful where Hay Sun didn't feel like doing anything, and oversaw the comeback of Red and wondered what the hell put her in a spot with Paco in the first place. He was a shady guy, she had mentioned before, but to what lengths was he going to . . . be such an ass?

. . . And then he tried kicked Cass in the stomach. Ahaha. Aw hell no. She might have tried to strangle the girl earlier, but that wasn't because Hay Sun disliked her or anything, it was because she woke up on . . . the wrong side of the bed ( so grumpy, Hay Sun! ) Fortunately for him, she dodged and she was in neutral mode once more, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Red was trying to reason with the guy, but Hay Sun couldn't see it working . . . What had his feathers in a bunch anyway? Abbadon was dangerous, for sure, a destructive force through and through, but Hay Sun didn't think that Paco wanted this, maybe. She hated giving dumbasses the benefit of the doubt, but she actually liked Pa — . . . Sam. Ugh.

❝Samuel,❞

She glanced at his face, and he started talking. Urge to destroy everything. Overwhelming tendency to break things. Unwillingly succumbing to those urges. . . . Hurting everyone around you. Ah, shit. He was fucking making Hay Sun feel, and it was so goddamned late at night. Dammit, she was tired.

When he started tugging more on Blanc, Hay Sun took a step forward, ❝Alright Paco, I think that's good enough.❞ she told him, ❝C'mon let the kid go, she stays with us. What is it with you anyway? I'll say this once, let her go. Or I'll kill you. It's late, and all we wanna do is sleep in one piece. Is that too much to ask?❞ She laughed tiredly, ❝I mean, come on, you don't really think that you can't control yourself? That's a psychosomatic thing, you're just talking yourself into thinking you can't control it.❞ Hay Sun took another step forward, sliding behind Sam and grabbing Blanc's arm herself, pulling her to the side, ❝I don't know what else to say to you, man, but if you need a reality check, I'm more than willing to beat one into your ass.❞

She waved her hand through the air and her bat materialized, just to show she wasn't joking.​

 

MEANWHILE, IN SOUTH KOREA . . .​

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ THOUGHTFUL / CONFUSED ✚ DAY 22 ※ 4/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/13/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ HOME • SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA​

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LEO spent most of the evening stringing up a map of the world in places where public city cameras had been tapped into by one of his friends so that he could track his damned sister down. He still didn't understand why she had runaway from home, but he was annoyed because he wasn't her caretaker, even with dad asking. Even with dad asking . . . He clicked his tongue.​

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⎧They were in New York, United States.⎭ came a voice over the intercom, ⎧It was late at night, and they were picking someone up.⎭​

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He leaned into his triple-monitor setup, concentrating, ⎧Pull up the video, please.⎭​

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⎧You got it, Leo.⎭ the voice replied, and then a few seconds later, his vivid blue eyes were entranced by the dark night in the United States. There was her motorcycle, and there was another man on it . . . She was traveling with people? She never let anyone touch her bike, it was a universal law which had her laying death threats on everyone that even thought about it.​

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⎧This was about two weeks ago . . .⎭ he murmured to himself, and then he asked his contact to continue tracking into the next two weeks. The public feed was cut short when the oddball group boarded the airplane and that'w when things got a little weird for Leo. The airplane crashed, but he had a clear view of the plane surveillance, and someone . . . appeared, not that he was really shocked by this, but Hay Sun knew them, and that redhead that she was with — it was Xathanael.​

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The other was Ariel. What the hell . . . Why would she be with angels? He shook his head, and then the feed found itself streaming out of London where he had tuned in time to see Gabriel taking Ariel away. Hay Sun was crying? That was definitely weird because Hay Sun didn't cry. It was like the motorcycle thing; a law of the universe.​

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. . . He seriously hoped this didn't mean what he thought it did. ⎧Turn off the feed. That's enough for tonight.⎭ he said.​

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⎧Alright man. Hey, who's the chick you're tracking anyway?⎭​

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⎧Bao, you should know better than that.⎭​

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⎧Alright, alright. No questions.⎭ Bao sounded slightly teasing and Leo rolled his eyes, shutting down his system. ⎧G'Night then, Leo.⎭ The line went cold, and then he climbed into bed after stripping down to his briefs. This was ridiculous, having to track his sister halfway across the world . . . What was she doing with angels? He tried to think of alternatives — any other alternatives. Before any could come, he drifted to sleep.​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 22 - 4/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Hay Sun took a step forward, "Alright Paco, I think that's good enough." she told him, "C'mon let the kid go, she stays with us. What is it with you anyway? I'll say this once, let her go. Or I'll kill you. It's late, and all we wanna do is sleep in one piece. Is that too much to ask?" She laughed tiredly, "I mean, come on, you don't really think that you can't control yourself? That's a psychosomatic thing, you're just talking yourself into thinking you can't control it." Hay Sun took another step forward, sliding behind Sam and grabbing Blanc's arm herself, pulling her to the side, "I don't know what else to say to you, man, but if you need a reality check, I'm more than willing to beat one into your ass." She summoned her metal bat to show she was serious.

All he did was start to laugh, progressively getting louder. "Psychosomatic, what a word. I don't suppose you remember all of those times I died, do you? And how each and every one of them was gruesome? Did you know that those memories plague my dreams?" He smiled his psychotic smile. "How interesting. You think you can beat me into submission. Me, the most powerful one of the group. I'd love to see that, but I really don't think we have the time for that." He had pulled his wand out and transformed it. This time, something was different. His blade gave off a faint red glow. A similar glow covered his hand and forearm. He had instinctively channeled his anger into his sword.

He licked his lips, wiping off some of the blood that still stained his face. "You're free to come at me if you like. Just see what will happen." The joy he was getting from the sheer thought of fighting again was clear on his face. He firmly held on to Whitey, intent on not letting her go.

 

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Hand had more things to say, but she held her tongue as Hay Sun pitched in. When she finished, Hana took a quick step forward. Samuel still had a firm hold on Joslyn. "It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to die horrifyingly. Things can work out if you try Samuel. Abaddon, you almost did it once before." The glamour concealed her and she closed the distance, ramming the blade through his shoulder. She wouldn't prove him right. He wouldn't die. Hana wrenched Luria free and slammed the hilt down hard on the back of his head. "I'm sorry," she said softly. When he fell to the ground, she dragged him back to the room with Cassandra's help. Hana glanced back over her shoulder at Hay Sun. "You've got Joslyn right?"

In the room, she tied Samuel up in the corner and wrapped one end of the cord around her wrist. If he stirred she would know about it. Until then, she went to sleep.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 22 (4/4)\\\///Sunday October 13th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: The hell?\\\

Brandon was simply hitting his tennis ball back and forth across the wall, slightly bored. Drinking an extremely warm sports drink he had pilfered from the sporting goods store he simply continued to sit there. Bounce, hit, bounce, hit, bounce, hit. The pattern went for a while and having fed himself Brandon thought it may have been a good time to go to bed when suddenly a pretty loud noise resounded throughout the place. It sounded like a door being smashed in. With that sort of noise about Brandon couldn't force himself asleep, no way. He got off of his bed and started walking towards the door, with a tennis racket and ball in hand, pocketing a second one. He slightly opened up the door and peered outside it wondering what the all the commotion was about. What he saw before him was a scene of, well Brandon didn't know what was going on out there honestly. It looked like some big burly man was carrying some white hair chick away and then some other girl tried to stop her. That girl kicked out his legs and held a...'wait what?'...Brandon was in utter confusion of the fact that the girl pulled out a fucking sword. Brandon thought it was badass and all, but was starting to feel a bit weirded out by the scenario. After all regular people don't just swords on them.

Then shit got even more intense. The dude started laughing and some other chick just burst into the scene to. They were talking about things that didn't make much sense to him, but then the man did something crazier. He grabbed the fucking sword, to the point of bleeding and then kicked at the sword girl. What was evening happening outside he didn't know. He figured that the crazy man was scarier than any of the zombies he'd faced earlier but couldn't take his eyes away from the entire scene. But then even crazier shit continued to happen. The red haired girl turned invisible and made a sword pop up out of nowhere. He was starting to wonder if all of this was just some seen out of a manga he read and his tired mind was creating weird hallucinations. And if that wasn't enough a third girl popped out of nowhere and grabbed the girl who was being kidnapped away. Oh and she also had a magic fucking sword. Seriously magical girls all up in this bitch.

He continued to watch the entire situation unfold in just sheer awe, because everything was making less and less sense. So if it wasn't just the fact that the dude was bleeding from his hand after grabbing a sword and laughing quite insanely, it just turned out he also had a sword. What the actual hell was going on in this world. He also had some red glow shit around him and looked ready to kill everyone. Only in probably a really anti-climactic fashion the red head mahou shoujo knocked him the fuck out and all was said and done with that. With the events of the day transpired Brandon, being tired and really confused, went to bed and slept hoping tomorrow would be maybe better.

 

Cassandra helped Hana drag him back, but had another rough night trying to fall asleep because in the end, she felt like she did nothing in that situation and in the end Samuel was right and she was worthless.

Adam and Bonnie stopped flying around and Adam was happy and shiz and actually fell asleep with a smile on his face.

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ TIRED ✖ DAY 22 ※ 4/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/13/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ LONDON, ENGLAND
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When Sam started to laugh, Hay Sun rolled her eyes. She was trying — honestly, she was, but this was completely ri-fucking-diculous. All of the times he died, she remembered, and even killed him a few times herself, with vise versa events. Did he think he was the only one who was scared of what they were capable of? Didn't they have this talk before, once upon a life? Some of her memories were so damned diluted, she couldn't remember anymore.

❝Most powerful doesn't make you the strongest one, dumbass.❞ she said with a click of her tongue, and then watched him pull out his wand that began to glow faintly, the same as his arm. She raised an eyebrow and then gave a tired grin.

❝You're free to come at me if you like. Just see what will happen.❞

She grinned, ❝Gladly.❞ And then she swung the bat at his head. Before the hit could connect, Hay Sun saw Red come up from behind, and with suddenly widening eyes, she wrenched the swing to a stop, feeling a surge of anger at being interrupted. Sam was falling, and then reflexively, Hay Sun caught Blanc, cradling her almost protectively. As soon as she let go of her bat, it dissolved. ❝Yeah, got her . . .❞ she murmured in reply.

Feeling more tired than annoyed, Hay Sun laid Blanc on the bed next to Red and glanced over at the now-tied-up Sam, frowning deeply. She looked at the others who were asleep now, and then sighed, ❝You're a dumbass, Paco,❞ she murmured in reply stroking his cheek with her thumb. After standing up, giving another sigh and a stretch, she flopped tiredly onto the bed, passing out.​

 

DAY 23
Monday, October 14th, 2013

Tyson stirred when everything was quiet out. He moved the shelf in front of the back door. He peeked outside to check if the coast was clear, it was. Tyson quietly and cautiously walked out into the alley. "Now what Malone?" He was tempted to back track to where he left the group but it might still be swarmed with those things. Tyson went on down the alley, hoping he could find survivors.​

He wondered around quite a bit. The city was like a ghost town. So far he found nothing but a few birds pecking at dead bodies. He came upon a motel. "There's plenty of rooms here, maybe someone's hide out here." Tyson pounded on some of the room doors. "Hello? Is anybody here? I'm a cop!" He yelled as he pounded on the doors hoping for someone to answer.​

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"Ugh...." Hawke moaned as he got up. He tossed his alarm clock across the room. He roused up after a couple minutes. Hawke went into the bathroom that was connected to his room and washed his face. When he was good and woke up went into his little kitchen and grabbed a couple of pop tarts. He put on a shirt, and a pair of pants as he ate. After he finished the first pop tart he grabbed his messenger bag. He tossed the bag on his back and went on outside. He unlocked the bike chain and wrapped it around his waist. He hopped on his bike and went on to work.​