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"Colds are wonderful when you aren't sneezing."​

Her brain went from afraid to confused in a very quick few seconds. Mainly because of how the conversation went from there.​

"Miss Bronagh, It would be nice to see you again soon. I have something I would like to ask you about, whenever you are able to spare time for me. "​

She hadn't replied but she knew exactly what she was talking about. ​

Then Bernie's replies finally made it to her brain and she realized she was right about her being an exchange student, but by the time she wished to reply to her Bernie was already gone to get food.​

Bronagh went over and got food and ate it quickly because she needed to get to the classroom before others were trying to as well, if she could walk there she would have enjoyed her food more.​

When she had gotten to her first class she decided she would open up her little notebook and mark Quintus as "safe" then noticed Marina's name. She remembered hearing about her going missing, and sadly crossed off the "safe" symbol and replaced it with the "missing" symbol.​

I hope in the end she's just missing...​

Bronagh sneezed and closed her notebook whispering, "Time to go through this again..."​

 

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{ DAY : 36 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 4, 2013 } • { LOCATION : DINING HALL/HALLWAYS }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : STRANGE }​

xxxxxxxxxx Allison had suggested food, but Kallisti would have rather spoke somewhere else than in the noisy dining hall . . . She could already feel a headache coming on, but persisted in letting it show.

She and Allison had a small, meaningless conversation about their breaks and what they thought of their new school, but there was nothing of the game, and Kallisti refrained from mentioning that her death was nigh. Nigh. Why would that word even come up? This was not Shakespeare, good god.

When she decided that she had enough of being around so many people, Kallisti bid Allison good day and left the hall in search of peace. Classes were going to start soon, so perhaps she should head to her first? Hmm . . . Perhaps she should just skip classes all together, today, but after yesterday's event, she doubted that the officials of the school would be thrilled with this.

Kal. OH, THIS IS A FIRST. Hush. I am bored. Do you have any thoughts on summoning Crestatia? WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT? DOESN'T SHE WANT TO KILL YOU? She does, but really, I no longer have anything to lose, and I am rather bored. WELL, YOU COULD ALWAYS MAKE A BLOOD SACRIFICE. Kallisti laughed, and a few students in passing glanced at her. She cleared her throat and looked passive again.

That wasn't funny. YOU LAUGHED. I am being serious. SO AM I. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HOW TO SUMMON A DEMON? I'M NOT ONE. I'D WANT A BLOOD SACRIFICE. FUFUFU. Kal, really. KALLI, REALLY. You can be so insufferable sometimes . . . THAT'S THE POT CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK.

WHY DON'T YOU JUST ASK OUT LOUD? Do you think that would work? IT'S WORTH A SHOT, ISN'T IT? You are right, I haven't exactly tried, yet. But what would I say to her if she appeared? DON'T YOU HAVE THINGS TO ASK HER? WHAT, ARE YOU TRYING TO STRIKE UP A BARGAIN? No, I will not bargain for my life, for I wouldn't know what she would want in exchange. Then again, it does not hurt to try . . . What say you? I SAY IT'S WORTH A TRY.

NEXT TIME YOU'RE ALONE, JUST ASK FOR HER TO APPEAR, SAY THAT YOU HAVE THINGS TO ASK HER. AT WORSE, SHE WON'T APPEAR! You know, against my better judgement, I do believe I am starting to like you. YOU'VE ALWAYS LIKED ME, LOVE. YOU'RE JUST TOO STUBBORN TO ADMIT IT. Hush.

He was right, what was the worst that could happen? She wouldn't dare try and summon Analynne - was it even possible? Probably, but Crestatia was the demon that was currently on her tail. Perhaps she could turn them against each other? That seemed foolish; an outcome of that would be them both turning on her.

Would Crestatia really allow bargaining for her life?

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xxxxxxxxxx By the hour after the morning started, Harley felt like he knew more than half of the student body by now. What he had gathered was this: they were a bunch of snobby, bratty, stuck-up, self-conscious, weak, inferior-complex-filled - . . . Ah, the list could really go on, but most of them were pretty bad kids. Every now and then, he found a golden coin in all of the copper, but they were few and far in between all of the lesser metal.

Not to mention, he'd also gotten a lot of numbers.

Harley walked into the dining to see that his cousin was leaving it through a different exit. He frowned at her posture, but looked at her school uniform. Wow, that was . . . an interesting outfit. Why the stockings? Well, he knew why, but why thigh highs? He had seen other girls wearing them, but what about knee highs? Goddamn her attractiveness.

It's a good thing Harley wasn't into incest.

He looked around and spotted a familiar face, Alli. He hadn't seen for a while now - the last time he was even near her door, it was Christmas. " Hey. " he said, as he sat down at the table with her, " Long time, no see. "

" Harley! " she said, slightly surprised, enthused, and then chiding, " Where've you been man? You drop me a present for Christmas, and never come to visit me again? Not cool, dude. "

Harley laughed, " Yeah, sorry about that. It's been a little busy. " he began to explain, " Being from a well-known family means you have to meet and greet everyone around the holiday parties. It's a hassle, but I can't avoid it. "

" Sounds like it sucks man, but you still should have made time to visit me! " she said, punching his arm lightly, " So . . . um . . . H - how was your holiday? "

Hesitant to ask?

They went on to have a small conversation about their breaks, and Harley wasn't surprised when he found that she had pretty much holed herself in her room the whole time. It was nice to talk to her again.He hadn't told her everything about what he did because he knew it was better for her not to know and get mixed up in that stuff.

 

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It was still odd, waking to an empty room. Even as he once longed to be without a room mate it didn't feel right for it to happen this way.

Where had Ben gone? Marina, too.

Sure they were not his favorite people, in fact he nearly detested the latter, but for them to merely vanish like this was rather...odd. How awful to use the same word twice to describe things in the same situation, but no other really came to mind.

It all was just odd!

Though, just like yesterday and the days before, Elliot tried his very best to ignore it and carry on as if nothing was wrong for if his mind lingered on the subject too long he would try and solve this mystery himself. And those days were supposed to behind him, so let's not go there again.

Finished with his morning shower now the boy dressed and prepared for the day before moving the the mini fridge tucked in a corner of his dorm room. Though, as he opened it for breakfast he found himself staring at a glass jar instead.

It was a simple thing with a black lid. There really wasn't a single special thing about it. No what was distracting was it's contents.

Inside was a tiny sphere connected to things Elliot would describe as 'looking like strings'. Funny things they were, those optic cords.

This was one perk to not having a room mate; no one could tamper with his experiments. Though could he really call this one?

"They say the devil wore snake skin once. Were you aware of this? And really if the devil was a mere snake a demon could be something less. Wouldn't you agree?"

After taking out the jar and closing the fridge he moved to sit on his bed and watched the eye as it watched him. With its slitted pupil and discolored iris it was hard to imagine this thing belonging to something that killed a couple of students on this very campus. However to disregard it just because of its size would be folly. After all everything was made out of things completely invisible to the human... Haha. Unintended pun.

He sighed before setting it aside for the time being so he may take out his phone.

With that text sent to Olivia his phone was stuffed into his pocket and some notes were made about the snake eye before it was replaced in the fridge. After that a quick breakfast was had and the boy was off to class.

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In the end Daniel gave in and took a shower before dressing in the god awful uniform, using it to at least blend in as she made her way to the dining hall. Whether or not it shall be used to attend classes was still up in the air but maybe this could make time to adjust to it.

If that was even possible.

Well, at least she could cover it with a coat and add some things of her own.

This extra layer protected her upper body just fine but her legs were left exposed so once outside her bones quaked from the cold. It was the perfect drive to hurry along and so the girl found herself in the comforts of the dining hall rather quickly.

What a relief, to have warm air embracing her once more. Ah, hopefully this winter will be a short one... Or this semester. Could another flood happen? Or something of the like. Anything to get it canceled without causing an issue with her attendance. It shouldn't matter since her parents no longer had custody of her, but they were quite the nosy lot... Were they even still alive?

Anyway...

Whether or not Berine was still here remained unclear as there was still a sea of people, despite the time until first period ticking away. Perhaps everyone here was really relaxed. Or they just hadn't noticed yet. Either way Daniel now made her way to the line and grabbed a tray. An omelet, toast, and bacon made today's breakfast. And with that she moved to find a seat.

Once seated her eyes began to wander over the crowds, picking out which students wore the flashiest jewelry.

"I bet that one has a nice bank account..."

While muttering to herself she planned out how she'd exit the area with a bit more than what she came in with.

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And here came another day of classes, this really was going to get repetitive and it was only his second day back in classes. Still if that email was true then he wouldn't have too long to worry about that. He didn't really care though, he'd long accepted his death. If he was going to die then he was going to die, no use worrying about it. How would that help? It wouldn't. You just get on with life and if he dies he dies. End of story. He didn't care for any stupid goddesses or something, they weren't going to control him. His life was his own, they could kill him but they couldn't stop him living.

However, that's not to say he didn't get bored and curious. So he'd got a new computer for Christmas, which was lucky considering what he'd done to his old one, and with it he'd got photo manipulation software. He'd got up that email and enlarged the small print, that had been easy enough. The only problem was that it was in code. He just had to crack the code. He'd not managed that quite yet, he'd got it scribbled down all over but as yet had not managed to work out it's secrets. It would only be a matter of time though, he'd get it eventually. He wasn't sure what he'd do with the information, considering he really didn't care for any of it, it depended on what it said. If it was useless he'd probably just bin it with the satisfaction of cracking the code.

 

A rooster? In his room? No way. Marcus sat up blearly and glanced around his room, before noticing that the light coming from his side of the room was flashing. His phone's alarm clock was letting him know it was time to wake up again. He was confused before remembering he'd gotten sick of the "Wah, wah, wah" noise produced by digital alarm clocks he'd been using since his elementary days. So this symester, he'd be using a rooster or any other noise that suited his fance, and was loud enough to wake him. A yawn excaped his mouth as he shut the device off and place it back on his bed stand. Blinking again and again as his mind began to rev it's engines, he shuffled to the bathroom and routinely went to work on his body. When he was done he was much more alert, and after running through his list of classes for today, he was extra excited. This semester he would be taking both a Debate class and a Intro to Law Studies course. He was very pleased with himself, especially when he told his father about it, over the Winter Break.

Marcus slipped on his school uniform and hoped he was quiet as he made a beeline for what he hoped would be a quick breakfast. Maybe he could eat quick enough and study a book all about Brookridge's Laws.

 

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What had the teacher just said? Zoey's sluggish mind refused to keep up with the droning voice being emitted from the Teacher's mouth. In fact... what lesson was this? Science? English? History? Math? ...She couldn't even tell. Wow.
She rested her head on the desk. The school uniforms were adorable, but... god... this winter one felt restrictive. ...It was driving her crazy, which didn't help with the fact that she couldn't concentrate on the lecture either.
Time had just seemed to zoom by really quickly recently, one day blurring into the next. Which wasn't good when you had an ever decreasing time limit until your death. It was like someone decided to time skip like you got in those anime and in books, etc. Obviously, that hadn't happened, but it certainly felt like it.
She sighed. She hadn't seen any traces of 'him' for a while. She'd heard his mom had been taken to hospital, but she hadn't learned anything else since. It felt wrong to just try and pry. After all, 'he' finally knew her, but... he didn't know who she was. She was just Zoey Quill to him. As simple as that.
She sighed again. God she wanted to get out of this lesson, get to her dorm room, strip and watch some porn. She was THAT frustrated.

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Dylan was walking idly. He'd ditched classes today. It's not like they were important anyway.
Yet again... along his travel, he'd gotten into several scraps. ...Fights just seemed to find him. Not that he minded. It kept him sharp.
What was he doing? Where was he even going? He wasn't actually sure. Was he looking for Marina? Perhaps. It seemed odd that he hadn't heard from her for so long. Had he píssed her off somehow? He doubted it. Whenever that happened and they annoyed each other. It usually resulted in make-up sex anyway. No. Something was definitely going on, and Dylan was starting to get fed up that he had no leads to go on. ...Soon enough, he'd find answers, one way or another.

 

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xxxxxxxxxxAs Bernadette had started walking out of the dining hall, she noticed a familiar face taking a seat. She waved over to her roommate, not sure if she actually saw, and then turned to face the door and leave. It was getting late. Hopefully Eleanora would be in class waiting for her already. She made the trek to the building skip free. It wasn't nearly as fun, but at least she didn't fall this time. The breeze blew past her exposed legs and she shivered upon entering the large building. This school was too big. It required far too much outdoor walking for being a Primary School. One only saw places like this at universities.

xxxxxThe feint sound of a horse whinnying reached her ears as she opened the door. Pferde. Going to the stables seemed like a fun idea. She would have to do that after classes ended. Bernadette shut the door behind her and pulled off her coat, folding it neatly and tucking it inside of her backpack before ascending the stairs to the classroom. Her steps echoed down the halls until she reached the room and quietly opened the door. Bernadette had been on of the first people there, maybe punctuality was lost upon rich kids. Well now, wasn't she considered rich as well? There was still that mysterious 100k in her bank account on top of the €5,000 she already had.

xxxxxBernadette sat there quietly scribbling down notes as the class began. Occasionally her eyes would drift to the window. It had started snowing again. "Did you hear about the blizzard on the news this morning?" She redirected her gaze. Two boys with buzz cuts were whispering beside her. There was going to be a blizzard?

xxxxx"No man. What did they say? I missed it?" the second asked. She looked them over quick before returning to the textbook in front of her. They were nothing special. Definitely not people she would cuddle with.

xxxxx"They said it's been sweeping across the state and should hit our area within the next two days," the first one continued.

xxxxxA blizzard over the weekend? Well now, that was a downer. "Ah man. Why can't it be on like Monday? Extended weekend!"

xxxxx"Silence," Mr. Darmik shot dagger eyes at the two and Bernadette had to resist the urge to giggle. Her eyes wandered back to the window as the snowflakes fell in a slow elegant manner. The window fogged up after awhile and she had to return her attention to the task at hand. Hoffentlich fehlt der Schneesturm uns. She sighed softly before closing up notebook as Mr. Darmik eventually dismissed them.

 

Due to getting a late start because of his alarm clock, Nate had no choice but to skip breakfast. He knew that he would have to deal with the pangs of hunger throughout the day. Hopefully they would be a problem as he went through his first period. Where the only problem he had was trying not to be bored in class.

Vergil had decided to skip this day if school and spent the morning sleeping in bed.

 

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Isabella awoke to the sound of an alarm clock. She turned her head toward the other bed in the room, but it remained empty. Where was her roommate? Isabella pushed the thoughts away. Perhaps she was late returning to school after the holiday. Isabella stood up from the bed and walked to the the bathroom. She took a short shower and donned the Brookbridge school uniform once again.​

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Isabella had not worn a school uniform before, but she couldn't say she minded it. It eliminated the hassle of trying to choose what to wear on that day, and it didn't look too bad either. Isabella slung her backpack over her shoulder and exited the room, locking the door behind her. She took the elevator down to the ground floor and headed off to class. She hoped this day's classes would be more engaging than the day prior's.​

 

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xxxxxxxxxxBernadette made her way quickly out of her dorm room after classes ended. She wanted to make it out to the stables before the snowing got too bad. The German girl had moved as quickly as she could to get back after the last period without falling down. She had needed to change and drop off her things. Her heart was set on a pair of riding boots, but since there was no chance of her taking a horse out, she didn't bother. Instead, she settled on a different pair of black boots and was now exiting the room.

xxxxxShe shoved her gloved hands into the pockets of her forest green jacket. It wasn't the most attractive, but it was definitely warm. Functional would have to way out over fashionable in this instance. The outside air greeted her with a bitter sting on her exposed skin. Her nose, cheeks, and chin could already feel the burning of freezing temperatures. Snow fell down around her, clinging to her loosely hanging locks and drenching the bottoms of her pants.

xxxxxBernie trudged her way down the path until the familiar farm smell reached her nose. Finally, something to remind her of home. She was getting a little homesick to be perfectly honest. Horses whinnied and paced in their stalls. They hated being locked up, but it was bound to be warmer in the barn then outside. She inhaled deeply, shutting the large sliding door behind her. Yup. Definitely warmer. Of course the stable would be heated. Only the best for the rich kids and their horses. Bernadette shrugged and rolled up her sleeves as she approached the stalls. Each bore a plaque labeled with the name of the stall's occupant.

xxxxxShe strolled leisurely down the center isle until she came to a pure white Arabian by the name of Lexington. Bernadette smiled happily and ran back to collect a brush from one of the shelves. She returned the stall door and cautiously reached her hand in between the bars. Lexington breathed on her, but made no hostile attempts. She took it as a good sign and unlatched the stall before entering it. Bernie reached her arm back through the bars and slid the lock into place for safe measure. The horse took a step back and she flashed him the brush.

xxxxx"Einfache Junge. Ich möchte Ihnen nur zu putzen. Ist das okay? Wirst du mich bürsten Sie?" She spoke to him softly in German and approached him from the left side. He made no attempt to do anything at all and she smiled successfully. The bristles of the brush stroked his mane first, then neck. "Hopp, hopp, hopp! Pferdchen, lauf Galopp! Über Stock und über Steine, Aber brich dir nicht die Beine! Hopp, hopp, hopp hopp, hopp! Pferdchen, lauf Galopp!" she began to sing to him softly. It was her favorite children's song. Bernadette always sang it to the horses back home.

xxxxx"Tip, tip, tap! Wirf mich nur nicht ab! Zähme deine wilden Triebe, Pferdchen, tu es mir zuliebe: Tip, tip, tip, tip, tap! Wirf mich nur nicht ab!" The brush ran down along his back slowly. She stroked her free hand along his side, in time with the brush. "Brr, brr, he! Steh doch, Pferdchen, steh! Sollst schon heute weiterspringen, Muß dir nur erst Futter bringen. Brr, brr, brr, bbr, he! Steh doch, Pferdchen, steh!"

xxxxxCarefully, she moved around to the other side of him. Bernadette stepped around the front, knowing how easily a horse could get spooked if you walked behind them. She continued to sing to Lexington the whole while. "Ha, ha, hat! Hei, nun sind wir da! Diener, Diener, liebe Mutter, Findet auch mein Pferdchen Futter? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Hei, nun sind wir da!" The brush ran through the tips of his tail before finally she pocketed it and rested her cheek against his shoulder. "Es war schön," she muttered into his well-defined fur covered shoulder.

 

Snow ... snow ...

Cherno lazily twiddled a pen around his fingers and whistled a tune in the empty hallway, ready to leave the Faculty of Science. Day one -- rather, his day one -- of classes had finished. The kids of this place were ... something. Snobby. Uptight. Friendly too, at times. They meant well but they definitely weren't fond of the Bellhurst kids so quickly, were they? Shame shame. They were all pretty okay. It's like the Bellhurst kids were separated from the prestigious Academy dunderhyperbolas like with a mask. He didn't see any familiar faces in many of his classes, really -- who else took triple sciences and double maths? Dear god. His steps echoed in silence as he began his walk back towards his dorm. He was curious about how the others' days had been. How long had it been since he talked with any of them? So long. Much too long. To the others, it was almost as if he disappeared.

Snow ... snow ...

The forecast said a blizzard would be coming soon.
Damn.
Reminded him of his biology class. Mr. Fishblair was a tough cookie. Cherno snapped his fingers at the mere idea of reliving those memories in discontent. Oh ... oh, how embarrassing, having to stand in front of the class like that. Damn. Cherno's legs were shaking back then. He didn't even want to think about it.

He whistled a tune, pushing away the thoughts, and walked out into the courtyard. Students were rushing to and fro, some heading to their devices, others simply out for a stroll. It was calm. Leisurely. These places -- these gardens of Eden, almost made him forget about the lingering song of death that lay like a fog upon his life, and the life of the other students.

And yet, he did not see many people he recognized.
What was with it? It was as if he seemed to have terrible luck.
He had asked the teachers about Eleanora, but they barely seemed to even recognize the name. Such a bother ...

Snow ... snow ...
It was cold. Cherno placed his pen back in his pocket, and pulled his coat closer to himself. He did not feel well. Was it the new school, or the fact that he was continuing to forsake a promise to a young girl every second that he lived? Ugh.

He approached a sign.

LIBRARY WEST
STABLES EAST

And whistled.

Snow ... snow ...

 

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Cristina decided that her favourite time of day was definitely after school. She never had one before, but for some reason at this school she did. The school day was agonizing and the students in it were agonizing. The Academy kids are all spoiled rotten. Walking down the halls she could hear everyone of them talking about how they got the newest phone, or complaining how their parents wouldn't buy it for them. They were all lucky. Everyone of them.

Stepping out of the building, Cristina took in a breath of fresh air. No matter how large the school was, with the two student populations occupying one building, it was bound to get stuffy in there. It was nice to breath clean air, especially after her last period class. She could tell the the guy she sat next to was an avid smoker. He reeked of cigarette fumes. It wasn't good for her. Or the baby.

Rather than heading straight back to her room, the girl decided to take a walk around the school grounds. She decided that her destination would be the Heliocanthea. A walk sounded like something pleasant to do after eight hours of sedentary work, and she had her art materials in her bag, so she could take time to relax in the Heliocanthea.

The walk there was more peaceful than she thought it would be. It was somewhat cold, so a lot of the students, the girls especially, took shelter inside one of the heated buildings. The cold didn't bother Cristina at all, as much as the snow did. She did her best to keep her mind off of it, however, and it succeeded to a certain extent. She had distracted herself long enough to make it to the gardens.

Finding a seat on the bench, Cristina sat down and pulled out her sketch book. It's pretty here in the winter. It's a shame so many people are taking shelter inside.

 

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Class soon came and went by and for Altair class felt like it dragged on forever. Throughout the class Altair's mind swayed as he began to ponder the things that were in his mind. With a yawn he just sat there and left once the class had met its end for the day and moved on with his day. As he left the class an all too familiar tone reached his ears and signalled the arrival of a call to his cellphone. Reaching down to his phone Altair answered the phone and rose it to his ear "Speak to me.....that wasn't a lame way to answer the phone......friggin hell we are not having this conversation you bastard" Altair said closing his eyes in irritation "Just shut and tell me why you called, did you get to communicate.......you did better? What the hell does that mean.......Heidi? she is in my dorm room....why?.....just what the hell did you do" Altair said. It was at this point that Altair regretted telling the old man where Heidi was. The old man was surely a wild card and Altair had absolutely no idea whether the old man did any good or bad. It was true the old man was one to be relied on, but his methods made things harder that they should be. "I'll be there so don't you do something stupid if you haven't already....which is unlikely" Altair said as he hung up and rushed down the halls.

The conversation was over and suddenly there was a loud knock on the door that led inside Altair's dorm room

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : IS IT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS, OR IS IT NOT? FUFUFU. }​

{ DAY : 36 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 4, 2013 } • { LOCATION : SCHOOL GROUNDS/COFFEE SHOP}​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED/THOUGHTFUL/WARY }​

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Panting, glaring down at the person below her. How had she come to be in this position, their bodies had been mangled together mercilessly, grunts and groans sounding in the private area?

Why was she doing this? She knew better than this.

She wiped her mouth, realizing there was a slight trickle down the side of it. She was stronger than she thought, seeing this person below her, under her mercy, exposed to her whim. They were a sheet gone to the wind and she was the one who let their clips loose. Not that she was going to try and catch them, flying away as they were. Someone else could do that.

Leaning down, she pressed her mouth to the ear, " Do not touch me, ever again. " she murmured softly, " Your consciousness will not be the only thing lost next time. "

Fixing herself up, she looked down at the person once more. Surely she couldn't leave them here? No, no . . . There was a bench, she could sit them there and neither of them would ever speak of this time again. She would have to treat these injuries, though. They had certainly been rough, hadn't they? As she walked out of the previous area, leaving them behind, she almost laughed to herself. Just a little more that time, and it would have been done.

Aaah, when had she become like this? Kallisti sighed to herself.

Coffee, that sounded nice right now.

A few students around her spoke of an upcoming blizzard, and she winced. That could only bright unfortunate events - just like the rain, and them having to be stuck in the school. She wondered how many of them recollected that time during these last few weeks.

" French vanilla, please. " she told the woman when she sat down. Normally, she would be drinking tea, but she wanted something a little stronger so she could have more of a hop in her step. After all, the afternoon's events had been most unexpected, and she was tired.

This blizzard, though . . . it needed to be spoken of; she had a bad feeling about it, and she was sure she wasn't the only one. The Brookridge natives such as Miss Olivia, Theodore, and Miss Marina wouldn't know of these sorts of things, but someone like Cherno or Altair would.

How many people were still alive from the list? It had felt so small when it all first started out . . . That next morning in Café de Vermeil, she hadn't been amused with the e-mail, and neither had anyone else . . . How many people were still alive? She sighed and remembered the girl with strawberry blonde hair with bright blue eyes filled with mischief and secrets. She certainly wasn't one of them.

I think I will try in two nights' time.

Then again, a lot could happen in two nights.

 

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Eleanora skipped breakfast and went straight to her classes. Long and redundant...When they were through, she took a trip to the student store and bought some things for dinner, having caught the news of the blizzard. She still wasn't sure if Bronagh had truly enjoyed her cooking, but in the event that they were stranded it was always a good idea to have some food stocked up.


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During his empty period, Theodore applied for a job in the library...He wouldn't mind working there. It was better than being a dental assistant or working for his father. He attended his classes after normally and studied for an upcoming quiz in his dorm room afterwards.

 

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{OOC: --- ✄ Wearing!! ✄ Day 36.3 Friday January 4th}​

[/url]Heidi had spent the day trying to play Altair's new; but as she had not ever played video games before, it was chalked up to be a bucket full of fail. She could not get the hang of it for the life of her. I don't understand why Anthony likes video games so much, she thought at one point. Giving up in a bout of frustration, she left the console sitting on the floor with the television on. She was tired of losing and needed something to eat.

Altair hadn't come back on his lunch break today. That was all right, though. She didn't want him to be late for classes on her account, or to skip meals. His sapphire necklace hung from her neck and rested comfortably against her chest. She dug through the small refrigerator for something to eat, finding a to go box filled with left over pasta. They went out the other night before school started. Heidi heated it up in the microwave and grabbed a paper plate to scoop it onto. She sat down at the table, food in hand, and pulled out her phone. Anthony could help her. Her fingers in one hand typed out a message while she nibbled away at the noodles. She had made sure to get his number after Christmas. They couldn't have any more of those misunderstandings.

She tapped send before finishing her food. After disposing of the mess, she made her way back to the beds. There were still a couple more hours until classes ended. A nap sounded like a wonder idea at this given moment. To be perfectly honest, she just wanted something that would help pass the time by faster; and naps were good at that. She curled up under the covers of Altair's bed and closed her eyes. They didn't reopen until a loud knocking came from the door and startled her awake. What time is it? She checked the clock on her phone. Oh. Classes just ended. Did Altair forget his key? She looked around, not seeing it anywhere, before pulling herself out of bed and making way to the one thing standing between herself and the person on the outside.

Her fingers wrapped around the knob as she opened the door a fraction of the way. She smiled and gave a quiet greeting as she opened the door the rest of the way. "H-hello." Stepping back, Heidi made her way over to a free chair and sat down.

 

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Once classes were over Anthony found himself trudging through the snow, kicking it up every now and then. A snowball fight would have been marvelous now but no one seemed interested. In fact when he tried earlier they only got mad and he ended up having to flee the scene.

How lame...

Maybe his room mate would be more fun though, as the guy always seemed ready for a laugh. However once he got to the dorm he noticed Matt at his computer and, upon closer inspection, seemed rather focus on something. His gaze trailed to the screen to find out what.

Ah...this thing again.

"So you found the code? I forgot all about that..." he laughed nervously. "Have you figured it out yet?"

He then heard his phone's ringtone and took it out. A message from Heidi, it seemed.

Once the reply was finished he hit send before turning his attention back to Matt.

 

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They didn't make any sense!! He'd been staring at them for so long now they were all starting to blur together and give him a headache. This was annoying. He was never any good at code breaking, though he couldn't say he'd ever really tried to do it before. He was good at practical stuff, not analysing numbers. Anthony took him by surprise when he commented on it, he hadn't even heard the boy come in. "You know about it? And um no, not yet. It's frustrating." He admitted, turning round from his screen. Google had failed him.

As he looked at the boy, it was still a bit weird. Turns out he'd been body swapped too but something had happened to his original body, leaving him stuck in this one. It sucked really, his original body had suited him better but then again it would. It had given him a hell of a shock when he'd first found out, he understood as he'd been body swapped too but wow. He didn't know what he'd of done if he'd have been stuck like a girl, it had been fun for the few days it had happened but forever?? No, he much preferred his own body.

Either way, he liked Anthony. "Um, do you feel up for a snowball fight at some point, or going sledging, or building a snowman, I don't mind. It just seems a shame to not make the most of it while it's here. I um kinda pranked a load of people in my classes with it and now they're sick of the sight of it. It's understandable but not a lot of fun." He shrugged, "No rush at all, just any time you want to, just give me a call."

 

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Pausing for a few moments Anthony began to dig through his memory. It was hard as that day had been mostly blocked from his mind but Matt should know these things, right? It was only fair. They all should be on the same page and have a fighting chance. So here goes...

"I got the code and it went like this: No talking back. No Rebelling. No religion. No acceptance. No repentance. No Analynne. No forgiveness. No mercy. No kindness. No love. And I think that was it..."

What a mouth full. He said it all in one breath too, so now he had to pause to breathe. Whew. Okay. Sealing that part of his memory off again. Let's think about something else... Something better? Like wh-

Aha! He knew Matt was a fun one.

Smiling, Anthony happily nodded. "Yeah! That'd be totally fun."

 

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"Well, she's a bit of a spoilsport, isn't she? She says make the most of your time left and then makes tons of rules meaning you can't. That's just silly. Well I've already probably broken half of them so I don't care. I'm not going to let her control my actions, if I die then I die. I don't care. Is that acceptance? I don't know, but I'm not letting some crazy women rule my life. Although, who is Analynne? It sounds like our crazy goddess is actually afraid of someone, she's not all powerful after all. If she's worried enough to put a rule in then that means Analynne can do something, she can break her little game. Hmm, how curious." He shook his head, grinning, "Anyway thanks, that saved me a lot of time. Did you decode that? If so I must be living with an absolute genius, no lies. That's pretty amazing." He meant every word, that code was Double Dutch to him and to have someone who could make sense of that. he was amazed.

"And wooo! Finally, someone who is prepared to have a bit of fun and not worry so damn much. Everyone seems so stressed that they forget the beauty of life and how fun it can be. It's good for you to have fun, believe me. Better than being stuck behind a silly desk all day." As he said that, he stood up and climbed up so he was standing on his bed. "Let's just go crazy!" He laughed with a grin as wide as can be and his arms outstretched. He didn't care what anyone thought of him, he just wanted to have fun.