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[ OOC : TOOK MY SLEEPING PILLS AND AM IN MASSIVE PAIN. WILL GIVE FUCKS TOMORROW ]

Kallisti returned from the coffee shop to her room to find Cristina asleep. The less interaction with her, the better. She felt bad. But not really. As she fell asleep, she wondered how soon that blizzard would come.

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Harley's day had been uneventful, except for finding that unconscious person on the bench. Wondering how that came to be, he took the boy to the infirmary then returned to his room, remembering hearing something about a blizzard on the news.

After stripping off the majority of his clothing, he hopped into bed and fell asleep.

 

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Altair merely closed his eyes and said nothing as the girl was lost in confusion. He just stood there up until the girl was finished and addressed him. Seeing her smile, Altair merely gave her a small smile back. It was a weary one, one that was not the very casual one nor the bright one he was usually seen with. "You don't have to repay me" Altair said as he headed to his own bed and closed his eyes upon reaching the bed. With that Altair drifted off to sleep.

Isn't this what you truly sought?

 

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DAY 37​

January, 5th Saturday​

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{OOC: Initiate sad solo mission ✄ Wearing!! ✄ Day 37.1 Saturday January 5th}​

[/url]Heidi stood in front of the doors leading outside. Guilt weighed heavily on her heart. She debated leaving a note for Altair, or sending him a text, something to let him know she wasn't just running away again, but she didn't have it in her. If she would have started, then she would have just asked him to come with her. It needed to be done alone. A bundle of the bills from the Orpheus envelope were tucked neatly away in the inside pocket of the winter coat, out of harm's way. She didn't want to risk them getting wet. Standing there in the entrance with the heaters blasting down on her made her feel very warm, but it wouldn't last long once she stepped outside the door. Already Heidi could see the affects of the winter storm taking place.

Snow whirled in every direction. Walking to the station was going to be a long difficult challenge. Given the weather, it would be safest to take the train to Frontier and get on a bus heading south from there. She steeled her nerves, preparing to embrace the wind and the cold. Heidi pulled the hat down as far as she could and then lifted the jacket hood above her head. It looked frightening outside in the dark. The sun hadn't quite rose yet and it was so cloudy out that it would remain invisible regardless. Footsteps padded down the hall, but before she could see who they belonged to, she was outside. The wind knocked her off balance at first, slipping on a patch of ice. She steadied herself before moving in the direction that originally brought her here all those many days ago.

It was hard to see. Her cheeks were dampened. Her hair became tangled and unruly. She squinted her brown eyes on the road ahead, not that anyone could see the road anymore. She stopped for a moment, not sure if she was headed in the right direction anymore. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. Even with the boots being nearly knee-high, she could feel her socks becoming sodden with water. She shivered and rubbed her concealed hands over her thighs, being the most exposed part of her body. Vaguely, she could hear the sound of the Monorail chugging along to the station over the roar of the wind. Heidi turned in the appropriate direction and began to run, which resulted in multiple trips and falling face first into the snow.

By the time she finally reached the building, she was soaking wet and freezing. Heidi sneezed as she walked inside the large structure. It was still cold in there, but the walls prevented the wind and snow from hitting her anymore. Her phone rang in her pocket and she fumbled around with it, pulling the battery out to shut it off without looking to see who was calling. If she talked to anyone right now, they would try to convince her to come back, or tell her to wait so they could tag along. She couldn't bring anyone with. It was scary enough to go alone. If someone went with they might try to talk her out of it, or worse-- commend her for what a smart decision she was making. Heidi shook her hair and water droplets fell to the concrete floor.

She tromped her way to the ticket machine, leaving puddles of water behind-- marking her every step. The machine stated there would be a slight delay, but she didn't mind. Heidi pulled out one of the bills and inserted it. It printed first the ticket, then a second card stating her change due. It was too high for the machine to trade out on its own so she would have to exchange it upon arrival. Her heavy wet footsteps made her fear someone would recognize her, which was a silly notion given the fact that she was basically the only person in the entire station.

Once on board, Heidi sat down on a bench and pulled her feet out of the boots, tipping them upside down. She would still be soggy by the time the train arrived at Frontier, but hopefully slightly less. Peeling the socks off her feet, she glanced out the window at the station platform. She would be leaving in just a few minutes. Her heart sank and she pulled the phone out of her pocket to reassemble it. This was for the best. She didn't want to be everyone's burden, but she also hated the idea. Heidi had never been fond of this before. Now, she was going willingly.

She pulled the coat off her body and turned it inside out, using the dry lining of the interior as a pillow. Heidi laid down on the bench and sneezed again. She was cold, wet, and alone-- all on her choosing. Good, good....now remember we are family and no matter how bad it seems, just come to me for help...alright? I would never treat you any different from the way I do now... I'll protect you. Promise me that whenever you have a problem, no matter how hard it is to do so...please tell me so I can try to help you...alright? She closed her eyes and rested her head against the jacket. I'm sorry I'm breaking promises again. I really don't deserve you, either of you. A tear burned her cheek as she fell asleep on the train.

 

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"Snow... I wanna make a snowman..."​

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Bronagh woke up coughing, which was a wonderful way to wake up... well, at least she was wide-awake already. She got herself into her wheelchair and wheeled to the bathroom where she got dressed, washed her face and brushed her hair.​

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She looked at herself in the mirror for a few minutes then tilted her head towards the mirror, her brunette hair was already trying to get back. She sighed as she touched it.​

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Should I dye it soon or just wait until it's long enough and pick a new color?​

Maybe my hair would look good red?​

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Bronagh put back on her hat and wheeled back into the room and parked herself in the corner with a bowl of cereal and The Mists of Avalon. She didn't know how to conditions were outside other than snow, she wasn't going to bother getting out of the dorm if she couldn't even use the pathway.​

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She looked up from the book glaring at the phone on the floor​

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You are the reason I have so much difficulty with this shit.​

 

Marcus woke up refreshed and energetic. Reading himself to sleep was much better then playing video games until he slept. And who knew that this town had so many ridiculous laws. It would be fun to break some of the more outlandish ones. He had awoken a bit earlier, so using his phone under his bedsheets, he was able to check the news and therefore learn of the incoming weather that was headed to town. Marcus sighed, he'd gotten no provisions, incase the school had some kind of snowy shut down because of a snowy flood orsomething, blocking all the doors. He would have to skip breakfast today, it was time to head to the school's store to buy enough snacks to last a winter.

With that thought in mind, he lept out of bed and did his morning routine before grabbing his cell, hidden in his bed, and trekking across campus to the store, where he began to go on a miniature spree, a carefree sense of euphoria spreading through his system as he bought whatever pleased his eye.

 

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Bernadette woke up the following morning and rubbed her eyes. The room had a dreary aura about it. She glanced out the window, noticing the sunlight was shrouded in a mist of gray dismal clouds. There would be no natural lighting today. That was a disappointment. Everything looked more beautiful in the natural light. Checking the time on the alarm clock, she noticed it was now already nine. Sleeping in was so easy when there was no light to permeate the layers of unconsciousness.

She sat up in bed and glanced over to Daniel. When were they finally going to have a chance to get to know one another? Hopefully today would provide them with the opportunity. After releasing a few post sleep yawns, she climbed out of bed to get ready. The wind and snow were blowing fiercely outside. There was no way she could make it safely out of the dorms. Her thoughts drifted to the stables hoping the poor horses would be okay.

After getting out of the shower she marched back into the room, still wrapped in a towel. There were vending machines down in the lounge on the first floor. The odds of it containing some sort of breakfast item like Pop Tarts were pretty good. Water dripped down from her hair onto her shoulder blades as she rifled through the drawer for something to wear. Maybe Daniel would want to hang out in the lounge with her. They could watch tv with the other girls or play pool. Bernie was never very good at pool, but Daniel seemed rather mischievous and open to a challenge. It might be something fun to try and bond over.

A part of her hoped some of the other girls she met might be down there. Once dressed with her hair dried and put up, she wrote a note to her roommate for when she would awaken. Her hand writing was neat, pristine, with lots of loopy letters, but her English grammar was lousy. She really needed to find a tutor of some sort. Slipping her feet into the blue pair of flats to match her sweater, she reached into her purse to pull out her wallet and keys before collecting her phone off of the nightstand. Bernadette smiled softly at the graceful sleeping figure before walking out the door and down the hall to the elevator.

The elevator beeped upon arrival to the first floor. It was rather quiet yet, aside from the gust of wind berating the external walls. The lounge was unoccupied. She walked in, flipping on the light switch and making her way over to the glowing machine in the corner. Just as she predicted there were cheap imitation pastries inside. She inserted two dollars and mashed in the appropriate buttons before turning to the machine bearing pop. It was too early to be drinking the sweet carbonated beverage, so she settled on a bottle of water. Bernadette took a seat in one of the lounge chairs and turned on the large flat screen tv to the news. It would be best to get caught up on the weather before anything else. She nibbled quietly on the Pop Tart and occasionally took sips of water.

 

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[Mood: Resolute... ~ OOC: ~ ♪Listening to♪]​

Zoey had decided last night... after getting home, stripping off, watching porn and then laying in bed she'd become lost deep in thought. If she had learned anything from this whole one hundred days to live thing, it was that life especially now was too short. ...She'd come to a decision after all, and it being a Saturday gave her perfect opportunity. There was no school. Now was the time. She'd go and visit her mother.
...It had been a while. After all, her mother had told her to stay away from the prison if at all possible. It wasn't the place a fourteen year old girl should be going really.
Zoey hadn't told anyone where she was going, she had simply gotten the train and then on several buses and headed there. Today was going to be... interesting.

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[Mood: Meh... ~ OOC: ~ ♪Listening to♪]​

Dylan was starting to get sick of this playing Hero gig that kept throwing itself at him. He'd been minding his own business, heading down the road when what do you know, this old lady got attacked from nowhere, having her bag ripped from her weak grasp as a guy ran past. ...Trouble just seemed to keep finding Dylan, but no matter. ...Why not right? It'd kill some time.
The thief just happened to be running in the direction that Dylan was coming from. The guy probably thought Dylan wasn't going to do anything and just let him pass. BIG mistake. At the last moment as he was running past, Dylan stuck his arm out and clothes-lined the guy, which aided by the fact that the ground was snowy and slippery completely made the guy lose his footing and go flying smack to the floor. The bag flew up high into the air and landed firmly in Dylan's outstretched hand from where he had just stuck it out to trip the guy.
The guy was already picking himself up. "Hey! You bástard, what was that fo-" Dylan's heel smashed into the side of the guys head without him even saying a word. The guy crumpled to the ground and Dylan couldn't help but sigh. That was it? It hadn't killed much time at all after all.
He had walked over to the old lady and handed her bag to her before walking off wordlessly, or so he thought. He felt something tug at the back of his clothing. He glanced back at the old woman. "I just wanted to thank you, young man."
"Don't mention it." he commented before walking off again. ...Or so he thought. He felt the tug again.
"I was just on my way to the library, it's awfully close by. Do you know of it?" she kindly asked.
"I do." What of it though? Why was she being so nice to him. He'd only saved her. It's not like it was a big deal.
"I was hoping you might accompany me. I want to give you proper thanks and you look awfully cold dressed like that. We have really good hot chocolate over there."
Dylan was wearing his usual style of a shirt, pants and waist coat. He wasn't wearing anything particularly warm, so he could see why she'd assume he's cold even though the cold had never really bothered him.
"I won't take no for an answer. Come on now, young man." she insisted and started scurrying off with a surprisingly swift walk for a woman of her age. Dylan sighed once more and followed after her. Again... why not right? It'd kill some time.
It didn't take long for them to get there and for him to be sitting down with a mug of hot chocolate in his hand. It turns out the woman he had saved was the head librarian, go figure.
Not only had she given him hot chocolate, but she'd also insisted on giving him a library card. ...Would he ever even use it? He doubted it. But he'd accepted it none the less to simply keep the old lady quiet.
Now he just sat there sipping the hot chocolate, ...Which was indeed in fact pretty decent, and staring down at the watch Marina had left for him on Christmas day.

 

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"Snow... I wanna make a snowman..."​

in the meadow we can build a snowman....​

She had finished the cereal, as well as the first few chapters of the book. She looked up and glared at her cellphone, then she wheeled over to it, stood up, and sat on the floor extremely slow getting to the ground. Once she was there, she sat for a few minutes then grabbed her phone. Put the phone up on a table, then slowly got herself back up in the wheelchair.​

I am having fun with this setting, read between the lines​

She rolled around, picking up a shoulder strap bag and filled it with her little notebook, her Celtic knot notebook, her phone, Mists of Avalon, her retractable cane, 2 bottles of water, and a bag of chips. She just figured once she got down to the lounge room she would just stay there for a while, and she should have this stuff on her.​

Did Ashwin ever notice that thread?​

She got her key and just as she was leaving, she remembered her wallet. She wheeled back into the room and grabbed it. Over the vacation when she was at the Pilton, her wallet was stolen again, luckily it was only filled with paper money and coins at the time. She didn't have it in her pocket and it was mainly her fault, but she decided she would find a way to secure her stuff more.​

Wheels is a little bit PARANOID​

She got a new wallet and made modifications herself, she got one of the smaller locks that have the keys and attached it to the wallet. She took the key and put it on a bracelet. She also chipped it and added an app to her phone so she could see where it is. YES, this was a little over-dramatic but she didn't care.​

I should do this more often....​

She left the room and got to the elevator, she got in it and pressed for the ground floor.​

 

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{OOC: --- ✄ Wearing ✄ Day 37.1 Saturday January 5th}​

[/url]Drool fell out the side of Heidi's mouth and down her chin. She rubbed at it, smearing it over the rest of her cheek. She opened her eyes in frustration and sat it, wiping the rest of it away properly on her long sleeve. Her back cracked as she made a groaning sound. Sleeping on a bench was one of the most uncomfortable things. She had done it twice before and never once cared to do it again.

Her clothes were still damp and she moved around uncomfortably. The spot where she rested had a puddle on it and there was no way she could continue to remain seated. She didn't want anyone to pin the wet bench on her--even if it was her fault--, so she stood up. Heidi tossed the coat over one arm, squeezed the water out of her socks and picked up the tall pair of boots with her other hand. She would have to change cars.

Heidi walked barefoot down the metal hall and slid open the door to enter the neighboring car. There was only one other person in there. Hopefully they wouldn't find her behavior too strange. Noticing the familiar long red hair, Heidi waved to the girl casually and said, "Hi Zoey," before taking a seat. She set her stuff down beside her, checked to make sure everything was there, then felt like someone just smacked her in the face. "Z-Zoey?!" The petite Asian girl jumped to her feet in alarm. No one was supposed to know she was here. "Wh-what are you doing here?" Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Had she not been stealthy enough? Did Altair notice too soon and decide to send someone to spy on her?

 

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"Snow... I wanna make a snowman..."
yeah too bad you're in a wheelchair​

Bronagh got out of the elevator and wheeled over to the lounge, she hadn't looked around too see if anyone was there. Instead, she rolled over to a table and adjusted some things on her wheelchair. As much as she wanted to interact with someone if they were there, her wheelchair maintenance was her number one priority.​

If I quote Shakespeare incorrectly will anyone care?​

When she was done she finally looked up and saw Bernie, yay, it was someone she had at least met before. Bronagh didn't wheel over, instead she spoke, "Hello Bernie!" then waved after instinctively. She then got her wheel to move correctly and wheeled towards where Bernadette was.​

 

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Morning soon arrived and Casey soon awoke from his deep slumber. Over the last few days he had a really good time and though he enjoyed himself something had bothered him quite a deal. Jumping out of his warm and comfy bed, Casey rushed towards the nearby table and picked up his phone. Sadness overwhelmed the pink haired teen as he realized he has no new messages at all. "Mari...." Casey said sadly.

Over the Christmas break Casey had tried many attempts to message the girl. The first message was an attempt to ask for a fortune, the second message was to wish her a Merry Christmas, the last few were some trying to ask if they could meet up or to ask why she never replied to her messages. Marina was his only real friend. He was amazed by her amazing psychic powers and she was a really nice person. The people in the school were mean and distrusting, he never put much trust in many people and Marina was one of the very few, but now she refused to answer him. Did he do something wrong? did she just not even acknowledge him like the rest of the people. Tears began to form at the corner of his eyes but Casey wiped them out immediately and glanced over at the rock standing on his counter top "You'll be my friend forever, right Tommy?" Casey said with a small smile as he picked up the rock.

"Mari....you wouldn't just ignore me...I'll find out whats wrong" Casey said. He wanted to find out what happened with Mari, whether she chose to abandon him or if something happened to her. After taking a shower and getting dressed, Casey walked out of his dorm room and walked down the halls.

 

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Bernadette had been watching the television intently, trying to grasp everything that was being said. Most of it she understood, but there were still large chunks that went in one ear and out the other. Someone entered the lounge, but she did not look to see whom it was. Instead, she continued to eat her Pop Tart and flipped through the channels. There was some sort of game show on, along with four other news broadcasts.

Eventually, she settled on some animal show about reptiles. They were discussing turtles at the moment and that was all that mattered. Even if she didn't know everything was being said, she could infer it from the the situation. She had so many useless turtle facts stored in her brain.

The sound of wheels rolling against the floor caught her attention. Bernadette cocked her head and briefly redirected her gaze. "Hello Bernie!" It was one of the girls from yesterday. She smiled enthusiastically at her new wheelchaired friend.

"Oh! Hallo Bronagh." She stood from the chair and greeted Bronagh with a quick peck on both cheeks. A hug wouldn't necessarily work given the circumstances and she didn't want to risk hurting the girl further. "How are you doing?" Bernie had an infectious happy grin on her face as she returned to sitting on the chair, but this time with her legs dangling over the armrest so that she could see Bronagh properly. Nur so niedlich wie gestern.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING !! }​

{ OOC : BLIZZARD COMING YOUR WAY, IN A ROLEPLAY NEAR YOU! }​

{ DAY : 37 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 5, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }​

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

Today would be the first of her week-long punishment - then again, not that this was much of a punishment. Mrs. Price was a lenient person, and with the library of the Academy being a series of bookshelves and floors that comprised a maze, she was able to find a solitary place to keep to herself.

She felt almost determined today to not get into any sort of trouble. She hadn't yesterday, but then again she hadn't been found, and had committed a deed which could have brought trouble. Today, she would stay in and keep away from people who she thought might piss her off. Then again, that seemed to be everyone these days . . .

School hadn't started so long ago, but she already hated it. It wasn't the classes or the work, it wasn't even the teachers most of the time - it was the students. What a disgusting and incompetent bunch they were. No real street-smarts to speak of, no real manners except for the superficial ones, no real honesty between them. A shallow bunch they were, and the worst of it was, she knew their family names.

With a sigh, she flipped through the book she was reading, Mapping the Human Mind in Society, and continued to read, trying to find some reason to not be so harsh on the peers she detested so much. When the book closed, Kallisti leaned back in her chair and folded her hands behind the back-support.

Only more reasons to despise them had been discovered.

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[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ]​

[ LOCATION : LIBRARY ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : THOUGHTFUL ]​

" A - Alright, th - that's enough . . . " the boy stuttered nervously, his breath coming in short rasps, " I - I . . . don't think it would be a v - very good idea to g - get in - involved with you . . . "

Harley moved aside, a calm smile on his face, " If you really think that's best. " he said coyly, making sure he wasn't in the boy's way, " I'll be here, though. "

The boy's pale eyes glistened with lust, but there was a tint of regret lingering and he knew he had to go before things had gotten too far. " W - Well, I trust Gillian, so . . . " he admitted, looking away with a heavy blush on his face, " I w - will definitely come back if I n - need you! "

Harley didn't know what "needing" entailed, but he shrugged and continued to smile, placing a small kiss on the feverish boy's forehead, causing him to fluster and stutter even more; he couldn't help but think that it was cute.

When he was gone, he rubbed the back of his neck and brought himself to a desk with a computer, yes, they had been in the library, but who was going to find them? This place was practically a maze, and unless you scoured it or looked from the top floor, you weren't going to find anything. With nimble fingers, Harley brought up his email and looked at the one that called his fate.

Dated November 29, 2012, it had been thirty-seven days since then. More than one-third of their one hundred days was up and the list was only growing longer, it seemed. Most of the list felt like they were dead, though. Madeline Moore, Temperance Spike, Abigail Rider, Thomas Adams, John Quincy . . . Just a few of them. Who would go next, he wondered? In order to survive, what did one do? Make the game interesting?

There was a blizzard coming soon, if he was right, it was tomorrow, or the day after. What would happen then?

 

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"Snow... I wanna make a snowman..."
FREEZE. EVERYBODY CLAP YOUR HANDS​

"Oh! Hallo Bronagh."
The kiss on the cheeks was not odd to her, although it may be to others. Her uncle Cody used to do the same thing, because he spent a year or two in France and just adopted it as a welcome, which is why she was able to return it back.​

This is a story... about a guy named Brady....​

"How are you doing?"​

Bronagh smiled back, Bernie's smile was one of those smiles that could turn someone really depressed really happy. It was very friendly.​

HEY I JUST HINTED TO THE SKYPE GROUP AS I AM TYPING THIS​

"I am doing well, yourself?" she really had nothing better to say at that moment and felt kind of bad about it. She looked up and saw the animal show on, tortoises! Well... it was switching between turtles and tortoises. She was a bit annoyed about it because they were not the same animal but she really did not want to go into it.
A TURTLE LIVES IN WATER, A TORTOISE LIVES ON LAND.​

She turned her attention back to Bernie, annoyed slightly about the show, but still was smiling.​

 

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SMASH.

The feathers of metal and hydraulic fluid stung her hand, but with a single well-placed jab, the terrible mechanically-voiced robotic assailant fell with a great hole through the motherboard. It crackled and snapped sparks, and soullessly dropped to the ground with a loud thud that echoed through the white room.

Olivia breathed deeply. A few drops of blood fell to the ground from the cut on her cheek. Ah ... her dress was ruined, stained with her own blood and all sorts of these weird compounds that these horrifying faceless androids seemed to contain. She grit her teeth, spitting out some more blood onto the once-pristine white floor. Her face was dead set and her hands were lacerated. Her dress was ripped in places, and her hair was a tumbled mess. She looked as if she had been in a blizzard of metallic cuts.

Stay ... stay calm, Olivia.
No imbecilic ass shall dare kidnap you like this.

Where was she? How long had she been strapped to the table behind her? So much for sneaking out calmly. How many of those robotic nincompoops had tried to murder her already? She was not out of breath yet. She needed to get home. Get out of here.

They had Viola.

They had Viola.

She knew it. They had her little baby. They had Viola. Olivia would show no mercy. Play the cards of negotiation only when the opponent folds. Let your soprano sing and reverberate among the metallic walls that bind you ...

She licked her lips, a sly smile on her face.
You had control.

The lights in the room were dim, casting shadows around the cubic box. No windows. No vents. Only a door that seemed as easy as it was to get out than it was to get in. And that door? That door contained the familiar logo that had haunted her -- and some say, much of Brookridge -- for a while now.

She clenched her fist tightly, the harsh sting of her cuts almost causing her to wince. Almost.

Were there any more of these terrible robots? She would ready herself, and exit quickly. Quickly now. Not that much evidence -- that is -- that is, if she could stop the cuts quickly--

The door opened, and ...

Spoiler

There was no robot.
It was just-- just an empty passageway.

What?

... Surely, surely, they were expecting something here. But Olivia had no choice. Even when playing into the hands of fate, she would need to find the right move in time and space to get herself out. Quickly, quickly now.

She stepped out of the room, running on a bit of a limp. A--ack, the pain-- it, it was-- she hadn't experienced pain like this in a while. Curses. The blood from the gash on her cheek began a steadier flow. She stopped, between the light of the room and the dark of the hallway, and ripped off some cloth from the sleeve of her dress. Bundling it into a thick gauze, she wiped away the blood.

For now-- for now.

As she entered the hallway, the darkness overtook her. The air grew stagnant and voiceless. Dry. No sustenance. The smell of metal, oil, and acid mixed into a nauseating soup grew thick. Olivia's eyes widened.

She tried to step a few inches forward. Clack. Clack. The voices of metal from her shoes. Light and airy. Was she on a catwalk? But as she moved further, something startling gripped the air of the room, as if one could suddenly sense a great beast descending upon them from behind.
And in the darkness ...

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There was a song, a tune, long ago, that blared out a prophetic message ...​

A song of dissonant serenity began playing, carrying some sort of propaganda message in a language Olivia was unfamiliar with from all of the garbled speaking and the static. It made her queasy, to listen to a human voice so deterred and destroyed by technology like that.

But her world turned to light.
The lights above her flashed to life, and they continued flashing to life ahead of her -- a giant line of enormous halogen lamps affixed to the ceiling, revealing to her the passage and the world below.

She was standing on a blackened metal catwalk that was almost a pinprick in how huge this "hall" appeared to be. It was almost perfectly cylindrical -- like a missile silo, or the Large Hadron Collider, but the opposing walls of this gigantic structure were probably hundreds of meters apart. And here was Olivia, a tattered mess, standing on the puny little catwalk smack dab in the middle, where she could look down and fall to a computerized, industrial death anytime.

The walls were lined with pipes and screens and lights and wires and all sorts of strange technology in technicolour that led to passageways deeper beyond this single hallway. There were blinking reds, blues, and greens, and in the deeper holes of this enormous hall lay -- further in the distance -- objects that seemed to Olivia like flashing, stacked Tetris pieces.

But it was hard to see, and even as Olivia stood on her tip toes, gazing out over the flimsy railing to gander at the mysteries that lay within those capillary halls, it seemed as if a fog or mist of her own perception was blocking her like this.

Ah ...
Olivia's legs shook and she gripped the railing tightly. What the heck was all of this? Where in the world was she? Stinging pins shot and jabbed her hands, and she instantly let go. You had good endurance, Olivia, but you couldn't go on like this forever, ugh ...

Another drop of blood fell to the floor.

Just-- just get it over with.
She slowly limped back to the middle of the catwalk, and without having any other alternatives, moved as quickly as she could to the other end of this structure.

Her legs were going to give way soon. Why was this happening to her? ...

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No.
There had been no cameras. None that she could see, anyway.
Did they really know she was here, breaking up the place?

... Ha. Ahahahaha ...

She dislaunched another chunk of metal from her delicate shoe, kicking it aside to lay to rest with the other robots. Her hands, feet, and even parts of her face were covered with some of the strange oil. Some of it mixed on the floor with her own blood. She felt nauseous. Her eyes were wide and slightly crazed, tinged with lines of desperation. Her expression was solemn and judgmental, like a strict teacher close to scowling darkly at her students. Her hands were white and red from a permanent clench. She felt little of the pain now. Her teeth were grit and set in stone, hidden by her pursed lips, and the beautiful fluffy silver of her hair was tarnished by her messy conflicts. The only thing that stayed true to her was her eyes -- her scintillating eyes, that seemed to capture the colourful light of her surroundings. But right now? Right now, they shone only with the white-hot sparks of calm, contained ferocity. She-- she probably looked like a murderer. Ahahaha ...

With wide eyes, she turned her attention to the large door that was in front of her. Pristine white. Stained by Olivia's little fights and conflicts. The logo of the Industrial Light and Power Corporation, so high above her -- so mighty, and pristine -- seemed to gaze at her with only a marred and mocking attitude. The lightbulb gave off no life, and its voice was remitted to silence. On the lower parts of the door, the oil and hydraulic fluids of the robotic guard were splattered across the bottom like a bloodstain. Her left hand felt like it had been fractured a bit.

The voice of propaganda and its cheery, hopeful music, continued to blare off in the distance.

Olivia, with the feelings and emotions of a hundred thousand worlds contained within her consciousness -- the fear, the despair, the anger, the passion -- did not say a word, as she brought a trembling hand towards the bloodstained door. She pressed the tips of her finger gently to the smooth white metal, and -- like the other doors she had visited -- a small chime played and a blue light around the door jumped to life as it opened up.

Olivia walked inside.

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The fate of the youngest generation rested in the hands of those who would control the world ...​

Computer terminals.

Huge ranks and files of them, standing, like black monoliths; like black idols, in the room. The door shut behind her, trapping her in this strange room. The large black machines seemed to emanate a low hum, and others seemed to produce noises that reminded her very much of an arcade.

What-- what were these terminals doing here? What even were they? Olivia felt a tremor move down her spine. For once, she felt uncertain -- almost actively fearful? As if-- as if she was about to discover something she wasn't supposed to know.

Clack. Clack. Clack. Her footsteps echoed in the small white room as she limped very slowly among the forest of black monoliths. All of them were embossed with the familiar Industrial Light and Power logo -- that lightbulb all over Coy City that was slowly invading Brookridge. Much of the monoliths were unadorned. The only feature that differentiated some of them were the enormous vertical lights at the very front of the structures. Some were glowing bright green, and some were a faded red.

But there was something very off about this. Very off. Olivia could sense this.

In the middle of the forest of monoliths, she came across a single computer terminal. An old, 1980s CRT monitor, with faded colours and a flickering line moving from the bottom to the top as if it were an old television.

It was a login screen.

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HTML:

terminal code : _
password : _

Olivia sat down in front of the monitor. A small lightbulb icon hovered off to the bottom left. She grasped the mouse firmly in her sore hand, and moved the pointer over to the icon. It immediately changed into a black question mark.

Click.

A window popped up.

Olivia bit her lip.
What ...

She scrolled down.

She stopped, widening her eyes for a moment.
Bellhurst ... Board of Education? The blizzard? What-- what exactly were these terminals?

What?!

Wait. Wait-- this-- this wasn't-- was-- where was-- was this really all. What was going on here, exactly? Olivia could not stop reading. She felt like placing her head in her hands and stopping. What-- she--

For once, she was at a loss of words. For once, she couldn't stay very calm ...

It ended there.

...

Olivia shot up from her chair, rushing towards some of the terminals. There were a few at the far end. She hadn't checked those ones yet. Her mind began rushing at a mile a minute.

These terminals seemed a bit separate from the others. There were about eight of them, most of which possessed the bright green vertical light. Two of them, however, possessed the red one.
She scampered, like a mouse, around these terminals, looking for any sign of what they could mean. Any sign, any sign ...

...

It-- it was at a green one.
One with a green light. She looked closely, down to the very bottom corners, where the terminals seemed to meld into the white floor. The blinking made her dizzy, and the humming made her sleepy.

But there it was.
Engraved, in small block letters, were the words:

Her eyes widened, and her hands, upon the terminal, began shaking.
What-- what was--

She stood up and looked at the other green terminals.

The one off in the corner was her own.

...

She fell to the floor, and pressed her hand against the cold black metal. Where-- where was Viola?
For once, Olivia could not think properly. Her calmness had failed her. She wanted to punch the damn terminal. But ... but she felt that would not be a good idea.

Wait.
If these terminals seemed to assign themselves to-- to the Academy students, then where were Miss Sario and Ben?

She inched over to the other two red terminals.

Viola!
Viola, she-- she was there. In front of Ben's terminal, inactive--

But--

No ...

No. Nonononononono.
That-- she-- she was-- These were red terminals. Red lights. They were faded. Her lip trembled. A tear-- was that a tear? So salty. It was going to ruin her make up. Ahaha. Hahahaha! She was on her knees, quivering, unable to keep calm. She breathed deeply.

For there were words in the faded lights, for the front of both terminals.

They--

They were ...

BANG.

The lights suddenly shut off. Olivia was shrouded in darkness.

And the familiar tune began playing. It was her message. The one in the red letter, playing again, through whatever intercom system seemed to exist. She-- she had not even seen one ...



After the music and familiar message died down, she heard footsteps in the darkness, coming closer and closer to the door ...

Olivia quickly hid behind Ben's terminal and took out her phone.
There was connection.

 

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Matt ran. He couldn't afford to be late. He sprinted through the campus, the library his final destination. He was going to meet Daniel and from the signs of things, it should be an interesting day. Panting, he finally reached the library, just about on time according to his phone. He couldn't see her yet but he expected she'd be around soon. It gave him chance to catch his breath at the very least.

 

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[Mood: Surprised. ~ OOC: ~ ♪Listening to♪]​

The journey so far was uneventful... Zoey just sat in place feeling the rhythm of the gentle rocking of the train around her. It was making her sleep almost as she just got lost in her thoughts, but then...
"Hi Zoey," Heidi casually commented before sitting down. ...a few seconds passed as Heidi checked her stuff. "Z-Zoey?!" Suddenly Heidi had jumped out of her skin as though she had only just realized just who she had said hi too and was freaked out like a deer caught in the headlights. ...Was something up? "Hey there." Zoey commented casually and held up a hand in greeting.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
The question made the girl hesitate... she found herself looking at the floor for a second unable to meet Heidi's eyes for once, not having picked up on Heidi's emphasis with the word 'you'.
...It's not like she could say the truth could she? What the hell would Heidi think of her if she knew about her mother being in prison? She felt ashamed as she realized she was scared... Her mom hadn't done anything wrong and yet she was still terrified of what telling the truth could mean. "I'm... wondering that myself." She mumbled before realizing she'd spoken that aloud. Stupid girl... she cursed herself. She needed to relax, this wasn't a big deal. She quickly caught herself and spoke up trying to work more of a natural hue to her voice. "I'm going to visit a relative. That's all. It's been a while since I've seen them." She said, almost a little sadly, but trying to hide it still. "Nothing to worry about." She grinned through the sadness. "How about you? You seem a bit agitated. Is everything alright?"

 

Marcus lay curled up in bed with his law book. Trying but failing from time to time to read these laws and keep from giggling. He was supposed to be studying seriously but he couldn't help it. This book was released on New Years, which was why Marcus was so glad to get a copy of The Brookridge Book of Law. So he got to read up on the laws athat were seriously being enforced and the ones that were clearly not even needed anymore. He had to remember some of these if he decided to be a cop some day.

"Lollipops are banned."

Marcus clutched the book to his chest and rolled about in sheets with stomach burnning laughter that was barely contained. He didn't even know if Theodore was even in at the moment. But incase he was. He did his best to keep his reading to a minimum and to keep his light focused on his side of the room. Why would Brookridge ban lollipops?! Marcus began to snort and instantly stopped himself, then he realized that he was shocked at producing a snort and began to giggle again.

"No person may walk about in public if he or she has the common cold."

He began to barrel roll with laughter again before he paused and thought on the law. The common cold was less treatable in the past. It was probably a bigger deal then it obviously is now. Still kind of funny...but not so much now. Hmph. Next law.

"It is illegal to entice girls away from the Brookridge's Academy Of Excellency."

What!? If a human could embody the acronym, ROFL, it would have been Marcus, because with a thud, he began to burst out in laughter. Was Brookridge filled with pedos!? What could the basis of this law be! Marcus, stop rolling, read seriously damnit. Ah, the law isn't just restricted to pedos, it's for anyone wishing to disturb the school's peace. Makes sense...he guessed. Marcus frowned and continued reading.

"One may not pretend that one's parents are rich."

He clenched his jaw at this one. He was not going to laugh until he could deduce why they'd ever make up a law for such a thing. But glancing and skimming and reading the entire page twice. He couldn't find any explanation for such a law. And so his laughing fit began anew until he was gasping for air. Why would that matter ever!? Was Brookridge tricked by someone horrible in the past or something?! Ahahahaha. Everyone in Brookridge was wealthy! For the most part. AhahHAHAH. Marcus had to stop to get off the floor and stop rolling. His body was starting to bruise.

 

Doing what he always did on most weekends, Vergil was going for a run through the park. While he did have his lazy moments during the school week, he always found free time during the week end. As he got back to the bench, he stopped for a quick rest. That makes two laps, one more and I'll be done. He took one quick stretch before going on lap 3.

 

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{tumblr ✄ Psychosis-Normal ✄ Mood- Melancholy}​

{OOC: --- ✄ Wearing ✄ Day 37.2 Saturday January 5th}​

Heidi calmed her frantic heart and returned to a seated position as Zoey spoke. "I'm going to visit a relative. That's all. It's been a while since I've seen them." It was just a coincidence then. She rested her hand on her chest and took a deep breath. "Nothing to worry about," she grinned. "How about you? You seem a bit agitated. Is everything alright?"

Heidi ran her fingers nervously through her tangled brown hair. The tips were still damp from the venture to the station. The train began to slow as the conductor announced in a loud metallic voice filled with static, "Next stop: West 57th Street."

"Hah, y-yeah. I... I am too, I guess. I just..." She bit her lip nervously and stared at the red-headed girl she once occupied the body of. Zoey was nice. She could trust her, right? "I left without saying anything. I was afraid... maybe Altair sent you or something. I don't know... I wasn't expecting to see anyone else I recognized on the way back to-" she stopped. She couldn't tell Zoey where exactly she was going. Zoey didn't know there was anything wrong with her. She had been in remission since the body switch. The only ones that knew were Altair, Harley, and maybe Anthony. She wasn't really sure how much he knew.

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Bernadette smiled affectionately as Bronagh returned the kisses. She hadn't been sure if the girl would be comfortable with it. Americans weren't as open to such acts as Europeans were. While it was only meant to be a polite greeting, Americans seemed to be more conservative and took offense to things like that. She noticed Bronagh glance at the television and she wrinkled her nose at the horrid voice-over. There weren't any people on the screen. Just videos of the turtles and the tortoises. Mixing the two together was almost as annoying as calling them amphibians when they were indeed reptiles.

"I am doing well, yourself?"

Her attention returned to the purple-haired handicapped girl beside her. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand while her elbow balanced precariously on her knee. "Ah, I am guud. Thahnk you." She lifted the bottle of water up to her pale pink lips and took a sip before returning it to its resting place on the floor. "How are you liftung up?" Bernie pointed out the large box window. "With da weathur, I mean."