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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 24 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ October 15, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖

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Hana said a few prayers and Luria transformed in her hand. Her eyes were shut, but the sound of breaking glass echoed loud and clear in the small room. Eyelids snapped open and her blue gaze moved to the arms and hands protruding into the room. They were bloody and cut up from the shards of broken glass, but it didn't seem to bother the people attempting to get in all at once. Luria cut hands off at the wrist like a knife through warm butter. It was simple and clean. Blood filled the interior of the room and her heart raced in her chest. There was no way they could take on all of them and she got the feeling that no matter how many they defeated, more would just keep coming.

She took a step back. They needed some sort of plan -- some sort of escape. How could the get through the hordes of people trying to destroy them? Her insides churned and she felt ready to vomit. A hand wrapped around the back of her shirt and slammed her back into the wall behind. The wind was knocked out of her and Hana let out an exclamatory gasp. The air seemed to whoosh from her lungs and she was wheezing, trying to suck it all back in. She looked to see who had yanked her back to no avail. Whoever it was, was shielded. She bit down on her lip and a pair of hands wrapped around the mouths of Cassandra and another around Hay Sun. Hana meant to scream, attack, anything really, but then hands clamped her mouth shut and knocked her back against the wall again. The hands were large and masculine, but that was all she could see of her attacker before the sheet rock made a sickening crunch sound against her skull. ❝ You won't win, ❞ whispered the voice, and she thought she knew who it was, but then everything went black. The last thing she saw, was all those arms disappearing faster than they came.

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Danel made sure that each of the wands were left behind. They had nothing magical to defend themselves with. He smirked and looked down at the pile of three girls lying at his feet. Lu and Bonnie had been helpful enough, each taking one. He kicked Xathanael hard in the stomach before glancing down the hall and taking a step back. Words swirling in black smoke hovered in the air above them and he turned to leave. A dark laughter left his throat and he disappeared to the world beyond.
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Your package has arrived.​

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 24 (4/4)\\\///Tuesday October 15th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To...what the hell happened?!\\\


Brandon was just waiting for the Officer to actually say no, seeing as it seemed incredibly irresponsible, and was quite surprised when he accepted his sword practice match proposal. He was also kind of surprised when used a pretty cliche phrase to summon his sword out. All Brandon did was make it become a sword by...making it a sword? He actually really didn't know the true mechanics behind how this blade worked but at the very least he knew he was going to have some sparring fun...that is until Officer Malone totally blew him off. Rude. Regardless he just kept looking at the group that was congregating and waved his hand to them. With that done he just kept trying to practice the handling of his blade. That was until something stupidly creepy happened.

He saw everyone evac into the motel room and wondered what was up...that is until he saw the ravenous pack of zombie people charging him...again. With them essentially bull charging him and outnumbering him greatly Brandon tried to run away but couldn't go fast enough. As such he was totally expecting to die, but instead they just sort of ran past him, knocking him to the ground on their way over. Almost as if they were completely disinterested with him they went to the room everyone evaced into and then just dispersed moments after. Brandon, slightly bruised, ran over to the room, not wanting to tempt fate with the horde, to see what was going on.

Once he got in there he saw that the room was totally wrecked and...there was something off. Hana and...two girls who he'd never learned the name of but was pretty sure they were there, seemed to be gone. He looked around and saw the wand, similar to his, just sitting down on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it not really sure what to do about it. He threw it a the big stab wounded man and walked away from the room going, "well I guess we have to go figure out what to do tomorrow. Honestly I have no idea what happened, so if someone could explain it to me tomorrow, that'd be great. Night everyone." Brandon's tone wasn't as jubilant as usual, and he just sort of walked over to the room he stayed in, still illegally, for the rest of the night. Wondering what the hell happened, he went to bed with questions in his head.

 

[/url] Alistair had managed to scour a good about of the area and sure enough he actually got a good grasp of the area he was in. So far he had yet to encounter any ghouls but he knew that they were sure to sniff out his warm flesh to devour. There was not much he could really do at the moment and for now Alistair felt it would be best to rest for now.

Finding quite a sturdy place to rest in, Alistair walked into the deserted building and made camp there. He analyzed the area and tried his best to find out whatever he could in the case of a zombie attack. If there was one he knew what he would do and had back ups just in case. For now Alistair rested his eyes and smirked. Lu was sure to give him crap but as usual he would take it all.

 

In light of recent event, Shane was somewhat getting used to the strange shit that'd been happening. Still seeing a horde of zombies running didn't call of a lax reaction. What he did do was move to a better location than the one he was in now. Upon arriving in said room, he felt like something was off, but right now didn't pay much attention to it. Instead he took a spot on the wall and rested there.

 

The car Tyson sent hit quite a lot of them. But the rest didn't even seem to notice, they pushed on to the motel room. Tyson ran over and saw all of the zombies breaking into the room. Tyson shot at a bunch of them with his assault rife. "Hey you stupid ugly sons of bitches! how about you try a Archangel! I'm rich in fiber!" Tyson yelled out. The only thing he could think about was keeping them away from the others.
A few them broke off from the main horde. Tyson continued to fire at them. "Come on you demonic *******s, you gotta work for your dinner!" Tyson kept shooing at them until his clip ran out. "Son of a-" Tyson tried to get another clip in but a zombie got to him before he could. Tyson bashed the zombie in the head with the rife. Tyson grabbed his sword and finished the zombie with it. Tyson pulled out his pistol and continued to fire at them. Finally a theyke off from the attack and ran after Tyson. "Alright let's do this!" Tyson put his gun back in his holster and readied his sword.
After a whole lot of hacking and slashing The last one fell. Tyson forced the door open and entered the room. He was covered in blood. "Ugh..." Tyson moaned before he collapsed from exhaustion

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Sam fought off whatever the hell those things were swarming them from outside. Even though he was reduced to one arm, he could still fend off whatever came at them through the entrance. That was good enough. However, he soon noticed that Red had stopped fending them off. What the hell was she doing? He turned to look back, and saw that a pair of arms had taken hold of the Hay Sun, Cassandra, and Red and were pulling them towards the wall.

"Oh fuck no, you don't!" He dashed towards them, tossing his sword aside, hoping to grab at least one of them. But it was too late, they had already disappeared. Sam stood there in shocked silence. They were gone, those hordes of people were a distraction. The real purpose of this whole thing was to kidnap the girls. What pissed him off even more was that the girl that was supposed to have been taken by him was still there. They hadn't even attempted to take her, from what it looked like. His fist ignited. "That... arrogant... son of a bitch!" He had a feeling that Chicken Wings was behind this.

He turned around to see that the horde of demonic people had disappeared. They just up and vanished without a trace. That made him feel even worse. Now there was nothing to strike at to calm him down. The kid walked in from outside and looked around the room. He walked over to inspect Red's wand, which had fallen onto the floor.

He tossed it over at him, "well I guess we have to go figure out what to do tomorrow. Honestly I have no idea what happened, so if someone could explain it to me tomorrow, that'd be great. Night everyone." The wand hit Sam and it plinked onto the floor. After the kid went to his room, he walked over to the doorway and collapsed to his knees, beginning to repeatedly punch the ground. Cracks formed and spread each time he did, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Dammit!" He placed his hand on the ground, the flames having disappeared. There was nothing he could do now. Absolutely nothing. They were already gone. It's not like he could turn back time, or even stop it. It was useless. Useless, useless, useless. Pain ate away at him. It was coming from his wounded shoulder. The wound was starting to really piss him off. Then, an idea came to him. If he could control flames... what if he cauterized the wound? It would be extremely painful, but it should help him to recover quicker.

He walked into the room and sat down on one of the beds. The white haired girl was there too, all teary eyed over Red having been taken. "Listen girl. Don't freak out, but I'm about to do something that may seem stupid." She looked over at him, sniffling all the while. He took off his shirt and the bandages, revealing the wound from Red's blade. Sam took deep breaths as he brought his hand up. He concentrated on it for a little bit, trying to get it to ignite. After a short while passed, it finally caught on fire. He took even more deep breaths. This is either the greatest idea I've had so far, or the stupidest. After finally steeling his nerves, he placed his burning hand on his wound.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

The searing pain was intense. He fell backwards onto the bed, writhing in agony. That white haired girl rushed over to his side in a panic and looked at him, with no idea what to do. Sam wanted to say something to her, but the pain would only let him scream.

After the wound had finally closed, and the flame on his fist disappeared, he just lay there, passing out from the intense pain of the procedure.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

After the monsters had left, Joslyn felt accomplished having helped to keep them away. She wasn't just some useless person standing on the sidelines or sleeping or anything like that. She had actually helped. Or so she thought. When she turned around to look for Hana, she was gone. Sam was standing in silence, but Hana was nowhere to be seen. Not only that, Cassandra and Hay Sun had gone missing too. What had happened? Why are they not there anymore?

"Whe-where are they?" There was no answer from Sam. "Where are they?" Tears started to form in her eyes. He still didn't give any answer. From his silence, she had assumed that during the whole attack from the demonic people, the girls had been taken. Even though she wanted to be useful and fend off the people trying to come in, she was still useless. She couldn't stop Hana or any of the other girls from getting kidnapped. The tears started to roll down her face. One of the strangers from yesterday came in. He inspected the wand that fell on the ground, presumably Hana's.

He tossed it over at him, "well I guess we have to go figure out what to do tomorrow. Honestly I have no idea what happened, so if someone could explain it to me tomorrow, that'd be great. Night everyone." The wand hit Sam and it plinked onto the floor. He followed him out the door only to collapse right outside. Sam started to punch the ground furiously. It was clear that the girls getting kidnapped affected him too. She started to sob loudly.

"You had no idea this was going to happen, so stop crying."

"Yoooooooooou~ really only have yourself to blame for thiiiiiiiisssss~."

"Shut your mouth, dipshit! This isn't the time for your asinine comments!"

"Myyyyyyy~ baaaaaaaaad~" After that, he remained silent.

"But seriously, stop your sniveling, it's pissing me off." Tears were streaming down Joslyn's face, her breathing arrhythmic.

"Listen girl. Don't freak out, but I'm about to do something that may seem stupid." She looked over at him, sniffling all the while. He took off his shirt and the bandages, revealing the wound on his shoulder. How did he get that wound!? Sam took deep breaths as he brought his hand up. He concentrated on it for a little bit. After a short while passed, it caught on fire. He took even more deep breaths. Then, he placed his burning hand on the wound.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

He was burning the wound on his shoulder! She rushed over to him, not exactly sure what to do. He told her not to freak out, but suddenly burning a wound is something anybody would freak out over. All she could really do was watch helplessly as he writhed in pain from the pain.

"Thiiiiiiiissss~ guy must be out of his damn miiiiiiiiiind~!"

"To actually sear the wound shut like that!"

"Why would he do something like that?"

"He must've seen it as the quickest way to seal his wounds or something."

"That's just..." She stumbled back onto the other bed. He had finished closing the wound and seemed to pass out from the pain. And while all of this happened, she just stood by on the sidelines, unable to do anything. She lay down on the bed, tears starting to flow again. "I really am useless..." Time continued to pass by, as Joslyn eventually fell asleep.

 

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DAY 25​

Wednesday, October 16th, 2013​

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (1/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Training\\\

Brandon woke up that wondering still completely confused as to what had happened the day before. He had a bit of trouble falling asleep because when he did go to bed he was met with a large piercing scream that probably half the world could hear. But regardless he got out of bed and looked around outside. He didn't know what he should be doing here, in this scenario really. Again, probably because he didn't actually know what happened last night. Though he assumed that the zombies probably did something to Hana and the other two females whose names he didn't know, and all he had done was sit there getting tackled by them. No, even worse. He initially ran away from them. He had a firm resolve now. To get stronger.

Walking out of the room with his tennis racket, a tennis ball, and Vis Vis in wand form. He didn't exactly know what to do in order to further his angel powers, but he figured training would his body anyway would be as good a start as any to be just overall stronger. He started dribbling his tennis ball with his racket in his right hand, and spinning the sword in his left. He wished he could find some way to balance out both of these into one giant exercise routine, but short of slicing the tennis balls in half, he couldn't really think of one. So instead he tried to work on them individually...sort of.

He started bouncing the tennis ball of the wall while continuously spinning the sword in his hand. The goal was to see how many times he could spin the sword before he had to hit the ball back at the wall again. Though he quickly thought this exercise was pretty stupid. So instead he just grabbed his tennis ball and pocketed it, after which he set down his racket. He figured that learning how to use a sword would be the first and foremost thing he needed to get down if he were going to have a chance at being any help whatsoever. Granted with Hana gone, he didn't really have a sword instructor of sorts. But swinging his sword around a lot and trying to figure things out on the spot might just help him a bit. That way he could be like one of those people who becomes super badass because they don't have a defined sword style or something...okay that sounded to fantasy even for Brandon. Nevertheless he did just what he set out to, which was train around with his sword. If anyone were willing he may even fight them to train even harder, in order to make up for the weakness that was so clearly prevalent in the face of the enemy.

 

Spoiler: Roman Righteousness

"So I'm suppose to believe you are some Angel, boy?" Theodosius mocked. "Tis the truth. You've gone so far to bring Christianity to Rome but yet you still don't believe your own eyes." Zadkiel remarked. "The Empire is in civil war, Maximus as began to invade Italy, so forgive me for being a little skeptical. Now why are you fighting in my army?" Theodosius replied. "That is a long story. I would be tempted to tell you if you call off the guards that are about to interrupt us." Zadkiel said with a grin. Theodosius was interested, so he gave him a nod.

The scream of Samuel jogged Tyson up. "What....what's going on?" Tyson asked. He looked around the room. "Is everyone ok? Wait where's Hana?" Tyson continued to ask. He used his sword to help him up. He staggered into the bathroom and washed some of the blood off his face. Tyson looked at Samuel. "I got some bandages and other stuff back in the truck if you want them."

 

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---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 1/4 --- Interaction: --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra felt a small pain in the back of her head that slowly grew to feel worse and worse. As if the pain increased over time. It got to the point where she regained consciousness. Or at least, she thought she gained consciousness. She felt as if her eyes were open and her head hurt horribly, but she couldn't see. At first she freaked out for a moment, she knew she was awake. Had she gone blind? But then she realized something was on her face blocking her vision.​

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It took her even longer to realize her hands were in chains and then she really freaked out. She wanted to scream but managed to stop herself. Stay calm Cassie, freaking out will only draw negative attention. Think. What was the last thing you saw, and why are you in the situation you are now.​

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She hated being blindfolded, it reminded her of her 18th birthday party gone wrong. The idea made her shiver, but what made her shiver more was the potential situation she was in.​

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Cassandra shook again to try and see if she could maybe move. Nope. Well fuck...​

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She finally couldn't handle it anymore, and finally spoke out, "Hana? Hay Sun? ...Samuel?" she didn't know if anyone would respond, but her head was killing her and she wanted to know if they were still with her, "Jo-Joslyn? Shane?" She couldn't remember the other two's names that were with them, they were so new to the group she hadn't had the time to. She finally went into a desperate moment and whispered, "Lillian? ...oh god, somebody?" and decided to just keep silent until someone, or something, replied to her.​

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Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 25 ----- Mood: Evil ----- Location: Club/Service House ----- Interaction: Hana, Cassandra, Hay Sun -----​

Black mist swirled in the office of the service house. Vince grew startled for a second until it revealed three girls bound in chains and blindfolded. Curiosity took over as he slowly rose up from his chair and approached with curiosity.

What the hell? What’s with these girls?....
Oh sh-t, it’s the boss’ package.

One of them started moving in alarm and trying to talk. She was asking for a Hana person? Oh well. He didn’t want them starting any trouble, so he slid open the desk drawer to grab the handgun from inside. The butt of the gun connected with the girl’s head to knock her out. When he was sure that she was out cold, he pulled out his phone and called Decimus.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

“C’mon Boss, pick up the phone.”

Bzzz. Bzzz.

-Click-

“Hello?”

“Um, good morning Boss. I believe your package has arrived.”

“Well, what is it?”

“You should come look. It’s three girls. I had to knock one out because she had woken up. It’s ok, they came bound.”

“I’ll be right over.”

-Click-

The angel let out a groan as he stretched and got off of the small cot that laid in the club office.

Huh? I don’t remember getting here…

A few moments of thought brought him the memory.

Oh yeah, I got a little tipsy and had to come nap it off. Hah, I underestimated that Vodka. I better go see what my package is. Vince said it was a few girls but I don’t underst-

A sudden memory of his conversation with Danel flashed into his mind and a smirk grew on his face.

Ah, that’s what I’m supposed to do. Well, I won’t keep you waiting.

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The doors of the service house flew open and Israfil entered. His attention was concentrated on the office, so the greeting girls were ignored.

“Where are they?” the angel asked as he entered.

“I hid them in the back room,” Vince answered as he got up. He led his boss to a secret panel door on the back wall and slid it open.

The three bound girls were revealed. A red headed one took Decimus’ interest. He got close to her ear and whispered, “I have lots in store for you three. Don’t make it hard on yourselves and do what you’re told.” He started walking out of the office. “Take them downstairs and get the head girls gathered. We are to condition these girls to serve. To start the process, we need to teach them humility. Strip them down to their undergarments and tie them up to the posts*.”

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*the posts: Vertical posts attached at the top by a horizontal one; can be built to any size to hold as many to one post as desired. Used to start the conditioning process in the service house by having the girls humiliated by having them exposed. Hands are bound by leather strips and raised to be tied to the horizontal post.

Decimus’ service house posts can hold two girls at a time, with three posts in all. It is connected to the bath area via a sliding door that can be opened at any time. For the first day, the sliding door is open to the bath house for both the maids and butlers to see those attached to the posts. After that day, the people of the house can interact with the bound as they please.

 

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Richard had awoken that morning still hating his dreams. He still had no idea what to make of them and they were starting to get more and more detailed. So much so that they didn't feel like dreams so much as they did memories. Then again he had a hard enough time what he did, much less what someone else did. Even more so because they all seemed to be happening in different points in history which Richard, obviously, wouldn't have been able to live through. The whole thing continued to annoy him but with his whole conviction to stay away from the strange, for he believed it had nothing to do with him, so he quickly dismissed these dreams. With all that out of the way he pulled off his covers and got dressed for the new day.

After eating his breakfast and pulling out his good old saber, he left home to go do some practicing. He got in his car and drove all the way back to his good old abandoned warehouse area, and just casually strolled in there. He wondered what this place's purpose was before it was abandoned but he quickly stopped caring. Once inside the warehouse he got into his en garde position and started practicing his footwork, because warming up your footwork was always a good idea. Once that was done he continued on with practicing his bladework and started "fencing" against people who weren't actually there. This was, most likely, how he was going to spend the grand majority of his day.

 

[/url]The sheer rush he felt was wondrous and though he said this many times, he was truly feeling alive at the moment with all that was going on. With each moment things got far more interesting and Alistair just continued on with it. A quick slash with a knife was enough to give him enough time. All the fights he was getting into, they were for this moment.

The ghouls had found his hiding spot and though he felt running away would be a good idea, he remained where he rested. There were a few ghouls but they weren't a big number and in terms of terrain Alistair had the advantage. In general Alistair picked off the ones he could with his knife and moved on towards the other mindless beings.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 25 - 1/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Joslyn had woken up, her eyes red and swollen from crying last night. This was not good, what would they be able to do without Hana? They didn't have any money, they didn't know how to get around, and most importantly, they had no idea where in the world the girls were. The compass that Hana had given to her to hold on to might be able to help, but it wouldn't tell them exactly where they were. Since its function was to alert the person holding it to the location of a nearby fallen angel, it wouldn't be the most helpful thing when looking for specific people. Still, they had to try. There was no telling what could happen to them. For all she knew, they could be chained up against a wall and being tortured. The thought of that made her want to cry even more.

She sat up and looked over at Sam, who was still out cold. Not surprising, considering that he burned his wound shut. There was no telling how long he would be out for, but considering everything, it would definitely be a while. Joslyn moved in close to inspect his shoulder. The wound itself as well as a large portion of the skin around it was black, almost like charcoal. It was sickening to even look at it.

"Woooooooow~, that is not a pretty siiiiiiiiiiiiight~."

"Oof. Especially in the morning."

"My stomach hurts just looking at it." Joslyn sat back down on the bed, holding her stomach.

"So now what do we do? Give up? Try to go home with all of that money we don't have? We're really screwed in this situation."

"Aaaaaaasssss~ much as I don't want to say it, I'm with her on this oooooooooonnnneeeee~."

"But... we have to do something. We need to go save Hana and the others."

"Oh, okay then. Let's go find them at that location we totally know about. Let's go fly to wherever it is. We can do all of that as long as you believe, right? Get real. Trying to do anything to save them now is utterly pointless." It remained silent in the room for a good while.

"You're wrong," she said breaking the silence.

"What was that?"

"You're wrong. Saving them isn't pointless. It would be a great help to us if they were here with us. We need all the help we can get, so saving them isn't pointless. In fact, I'm sure Hana would try to save me if I was taken away. She would do anything to get me back, so I should do the same for her."

"Whaaaaaaaat~ is this? When did you grow a baaaaaackboooooooneee~?"

"I've decided I don't want to be useless anymore. I don't want to have to constantly rely on others. And I have to start somewhere." Tessa let out a scoff.

"Fine then. Let's just see how far you can go, little girly." Joslyn wasn't even sure if she could pull this off, but she wanted to save Hana. She wanted to get the others back, so she resolved herself to get stronger for their sake. There wasn't even a hint as to where they were being held, but she had to try.

 

Tyson glanced over at Joslyn who was looking over Samuel's wound and talking to herself. Tyson didn't pay any attention to what she was saying, he was just trying to grasp what was going on. Those three girls were missing, probably kidnapped by 'Hell's Angels'. Something has to be done. 'Ok so what can we do? I could call Temeluchas and force her to tell us where they are. But would she even come? Wait does Joslyn still have that compass?' Tyson thought to himself. "Joslyn was it? Do you still have that compass Hana gave you?" Tyson asked.

Hawke woke up about ten minutes after his alarm went off. He got up, took a shower and all that good stuff. He grabbed a couple of pop tarts and rode off to work.

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN
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A worried, tired voice scratched the surface of Hay Sun's tired, hazy mind. She felt cold, uncomfortable, and irritable, but the voice had brought her a little bit of soothe. Her eyes were held shut by crusty sleep and she wanted to rub at them and yawn, but when she tried to move her hands, they were bound around some sort of post.

. . . Her eyes immediately opened to blackness, and the feel of cloth around her eyes was evident. Shit. It seemed that leather was binding her and rendering moving useless, that was annoying as fuck, and . . . Her clothing was gone. Well, shit. It wasn't like she had much of a problem with people seeing her practically naked since it gave her an excuse to kick their asses for looking in the first place, but this was too much.

If she wasn't so damned tired and feeling like she was drugged up, the building would probably be ferociously burning to the ground by now. ❝This is clearly not my morning,❞ she mumbled to herself in an irate tone.

Although it had taken her a few long moments, she had finally decided that the voice from before belonged to Cass. ❝Still alive?❞ she asked tiredly, trying to shift, ❝This is a hell of a situation we're in . . . Do I have to wait to raise Hellfire, or what?❞​

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 25 - 1/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

One of the new people that came was in the room with them. It was the officer, whose name she never really properly learned. After a few moments, he finally said something. "Joslyn was it? Do you still have that compass Hana gave you?" She pulled it out from underneath her shirt and held it out.

"I-I do. But I don't think it will directly lead us to them. It only points to the location of a nearby fallen angel that we haven't met yet. It doesn't point out specific people." She let the compass hang down from her neck as she stood up from the bed. "But... But I'm sure we'll find them. If we try, I'm sure we'll find them!" Joslyn tried to sound more confident, though she wasn't sure if she was doing it correctly or not. This was really the first time she has tried to assert herself more. It was bizarre, but she liked the feeling of confidence.

"Sure. If they don't die first." Tessa had been a lot more melancholy these past couple of days. She had no idea why, but she's been saying all of these horrible things a lot more often. It was starting to get on her nerves.

"Ooooooooooh~, that certainly is a possibility, isn't iiiiiiiiiiiiit~?"

"We can do this. We can find them and save them." At this point, she was more talking to herself than to the officer in the room. She wanted to reassure herself most of all. Doubt was something that would rear its ugly head every now and then, that much was certain. Joslyn would just have to keep saying words of confidence and assurance every time it does. But, would they be able to find them in time? That was the question.

"Hmmmmm~ things should be getting a lot more interesting noooooooooow~."

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 25 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 16, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ ??? ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun ❖​

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Hana began to stir. She tried to stretch but her arms failed her. Panic immediately began to rise. She sucked in a sharp breath and calmed her nerves. What happened? She remembered the zombified - people and pulling Samuel into the motel room, but everything after that was a foggy blur. The back of her head ached something fierce and there was a draft over her bare skin. She opened her eyes, only to find that she couldn't see. Her muscles were sore and -- bare skin? She shifted frantically. Skin brushed against skin as she kicked her legs around. Warmth spread over her and she could picture her body turning a similar shade as her hair. What the hell was going on?

❝ This is a hell of a situation we're in . . . Do I have to wait to raise Hellfire, or what? ❞ It was Hay Sun!

Hana cleared her throat and turned her head in the direction that the sound came from. ❝ Hay Sun? Do you know what's going on? Is anyone else here? ❞ She really hoped that whoever else was there, was blindfolded as well. The idea of someone seeing so much of her exposed body gave her chills. It was horrifying. Sure, people these days were always having sex and getting naked before marriage -- breaking the commandments --, but she wasn't exactly one of them. She could feel that she was still wearing underwear -- the pale blue bra and matching panties she put on days ago, before everything went to shit --, but it was still just so revealing. She was not okay with this. The thought of turning invisible crossed her mind at that very moment, but doing it for too long would only make her weaker, not to mention, she had no idea who might be watching.

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN
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Someone else that clearly wasn't Cass cleared their throat and Hay Sun grasped onto Red's growing presence. Oh, great, they were here together. ( She briefly wondered if Red was in her underwear, too. ) Wasn't this just peachy!

❝Hay Sun?❞

❝I'm here, Red.❞

❝Do you know what's going on?❞

❝If I did, we sure as hell wouldn't be here.❞

❝Is anyone else here?❞

❝s'Far as I know, it's just me, you, and Cass.❞

Hay Sun shifted slightly, wincing. She wondered why they were naked. ❝We've probably either one, been kidnapped and pulled into a mortal human-trafficking scheme, in which case I'd like to wreck shit and destroy as soon as possible, or two, been kidnapped and pulled into an angel's trap. I'm looking at the latter right now.❞ She blew out an annoyed breath, ❝I hope Paco isn't around . . . I'd fucking gouge his eyes out if I could move.❞

Although she couldn't see, she closed her eyes anyway. Who brought them here, and then had the balls to actually tie them up and elicit her wrath? She had to hand it to the dumbasses, having balls of steel and . . . brains of mush. Leo'd probably flip his fucking shit if he saw me like this. she thought to herself, Not that he'd really care to begin with.

She shook her head, ❝Alright, so what do we do?❞​

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 25 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 16, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ ??? ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun ❖​

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❝ s'Far as I know, it's just me, you, and Cass. ❞

❝ Cassandra's here too? ❞ Hana felt extremely unsettled. Where was here?

❝ We've probably either one, been kidnapped and pulled into a mortal human-trafficking scheme, in which case I'd like to wreck shit and destroy as soon as possible, or two, been kidnapped and pulled into an angel's trap. I'm looking at the latter right now. ❞ She blew out a heavy breath, ❝ I hope Paco isn't around . . . I'd fucking gouge his eyes out if I could move. ❞

Hana almost laughed. She had to mentally scold herself for even smirking at the comment. ❝ As wonderful as that would be, I don't think this is Samuel's fault. ❞ The former response left her feeling violated in so many ways. Human - trafficking? Did they - did they do stuff to her? How did they get here?

❝ Alright, so what do we do? ❞ Hay Sun asked.

She pressed her lips together. They had to be careful about what they said. Even though it was quiet right now, that didn't mean there wasn't someone in there with them. ❝ I'm not sure. Do you know how we got here? The last thing I remember was those creatures trying to break into the motel room. None of this really adds up and the more I try to grasp at the memory, the more it slips away. ❞ Hana twisted her wrists around in the straps that held her fastened to the post. They felt like leather. This was some disturbing stuff right here. She thought about her mostly bare body and flushed again. ❝ Um, Hay Sun, are you ah, ❞ she awkwardly cleared her throat a second time, ❝ Are you, pretty much naked, as well? ❞ There had been no sound from Cassie yet and Hana was starting to get worried.

Her head was cloudy and she couldn't help but wonder if they had been drugged. Whatever was happening to them, drugs would be the easiest way to keep them complacent. She gulped and shuddered as she inhaled.

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---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 1/4 --- Interaction: --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra heard talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She was dizzy, and the pain that originally there from earlier had increased even more, to another part of her head. She wanted to throw up, but managed to keep herself from doing so.​

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She noticed slowly how she felt cold all around her, and then realized she was not clothed. Well, she still felt her underwear and bra on, but other than that nothing else was on her body. She felt the pain hit her hard again and she went to grab her head, but couldn't. She felt her hands bound and remembered last time. She kept her eyes closed though, assuming she was still blindfolded. It just hurt to keep her eyes open.​

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Cassandra moved her head slightly, her head felt lighter, something was off, she wasn't going to worry about it yet.​

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❝ Um, Hay Sun, are you ah, Are you, pretty much naked, as well? ❞​

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Well that killed two birds with one stone, she knew Hana's voice and she had addressed Hay Sun. Cassandra immediately felt the freakout from earlier, "Hana! Hay- Hay-!" ​

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Cassandra felt the throw up come up and stopped herself before she did. Everything felt light and fluffy to her for a moment before the pain came back again. She whispered softly, she was holding back tears from pain, but her sniffling could be heard, "Ow my head, I feel like someone hit it with a truck..."​