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It was hard to keep up a full-fledged conversation. Bernadette hoped she was doing it right. She was enjoying the talk, even if it meant stumbling over words and mispronouncing things here and there. The movie droned on in the background, but she was fully ignoring it now. She had lost all interest. The only thing under her watchful eye was Bronagh at the moment. "Is there anything you've really wanted to see in America that you heard about?"

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Her eyes sparkled at the question. There were plenty of things she wanted to see, but given their location it would most likely not occur. Her eyes shifted back and forth as she contemplated the question. Index finger tapping at her chin, she opened her mouth to respond. "Since ve are near, E vuud like zu zee da Gahlaxzee Spire." She smirked. A lock of blonde hair fell out of the braided bun and she fumbled with it to place in the correct spot on her head.

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{OOC: --- ✄ Wearing ✄ Day 37.3 Saturday January 5th}​

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Zoey grabbed her arm and buried her face into Heidi's shoulder. So this is what it feels like to be on the other end. She awkwardly stroked the top of Zoey's head like Harley and Altair had done for her multiple times now. She had no clue how to react. It was uncomfortable, but her fault for putting Zoey into a state of such distress. "Now departing: Frontier Station," the voice echoed as doors began to slowly shut. This was it. She could either leave Zoey here alone on the train in her time of need, or ride the train with her back to school on a round trip. Her stomach growled and she glanced down awkwardly. The doors shut with a sealing noise and the train lurched forward.

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She was stuck there now. The train barreled down the tracks and she listened to Zoey cry on her. Tyler was her brother. She caused Zoey this pain. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She didn't even manage to see the evil doctors. Heidi flipped her phone over in her hand and pressed down on the power button. It was getting late. The whole day had been wasted. Her heart palpitated as the screen lit up. She had been anticipating some sort of message from Altair about how she left without saying anything. There was nothing. Heidi pursed her lips before returning the phone to her dampened pocket. Her jeans were finally beginning to dry out. She slipped her feet out of the boots, having only put them on in anticipation of leaving the train. Her feet thanked her for freeing them and then she returned her attention back to the red head on her shoulder.

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She bit down on her lip. It was quiet for a long while. The only sound coming from the train rolling down the tracks. "Z-Zoey. I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't... I didn't mean to get you upset and ruin your day. I just... I just thought you should know." Her small fingers ran over Zoey's hair again. How many times had she been on the receiving end of this gesture? More than she could count. Before a few weeks ago, there was no one to comfort her. She lived in solitude. The only ones providing solace were them and they didn't help much.

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The wheels screeched as the train came to a sudden stop. Heidi rocked forward on the bench, almost falling face first on the floor. She steadied herself. That awful static voice came over the intercom once more and her eyes darted up to the speaker. "There has been a slight mechanical issue do to the weather. The monorail will be at a standstill for an undetermined amount of time. The Coy City/Brookridge Transit system would like to apologize for the inconvenience this may create. Please hold tight folks. The train will continue on as scheduled just as soon as we get the issue fixed. That is all." Static ended and the car was once again filled with silence. Lights flickered and she suddenly felt very very nervous.

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"Snow... I wanna make a snowman..."​

"Since ve are near, E vuud like zu zee da Gahlaxzee Spire."​

Ah, the Galaxy Spire​

E is equal to I...​

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Bronagh turned her head from the movie and made the decision to stop watching it, she watched Bernie fix her hair and she spoke, "Well it's only a town away. Would you like me to take you there some time?" she was quiet for a second and spoke, "It's not like I can drive but it's always fun going to see places with friends."

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Bronagh went silent and her smile faded slightly.​

Did I just call her a friend although I barely know her?​

 

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This feeling... this stroking feeling on the top of her head. It reminded Zoey of the times she was a little girl and her mother would comfort her after one of her father's outbursts. Whether it was just shouting or violence, the moment she was in her mother's arms, her pain would go away. Zoey buried herself more into Heidi, desperately trying to hide herself from the world. ...She felt like a fool for being like this, but she couldn't help nor control herself. What must Heidi think of her?
If her brother were watching her now, what would he be thinking of her?
Zoey felt so small, and in a way she wished she could grow smaller and smaller until she disappeared. If she disappeared then there would be no more pain, and no more worry about the remaining days to come.
...That was it wasn't it... The email...
That was the cause of all this... Tyler's death couldn't have been anything else but the influence of the email. ...It made sense. As the piano score of emotions in her heart continued to overflow, she resolved herself even with the immense pain and sadness inside her. ...She wouldn't disappear. She couldn't afford to let that happen. Maybe if she somehow reached the end of these remaining days, she'd be able to fix everything, and if she didn't... if she died... then at least maybe she'd be able to see Tyler then.

Her weeping continued until...
"Z-Zoey. I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't... I didn't mean to get you upset and ruin your day. I just... I just thought you should know."...Heidi... Poor Heidi... was she blaming herself for this? Zoey had to speak, but she couldn't. It kept getting stuck in her throat between the strangled sobs. ...No! She couldn't let herself be this weak. She kept trying to force her voice out, feeling sick and light headed as she did so. "N-no..." It was a weak voice... cracked and drowning in sadness. "N-no... I needed to know... I-.." Her voice failed her again and vanished into a wave of fresh sobs. No! ...Dammit Zoey! She cursed herself in her head. "I... no... I...- ..Thank you." She forced out the words... Heidi wasn't to blame here and she deserved to know it no matter how upset Zoey was.
"There has been a slight mechanical issue do to the weather. The monorail will be at a standstill for an undetermined amount of time. The Coy City/Brookridge Transit system would like to apologize for the inconvenience this may create. Please hold tight folks. The train will continue on as scheduled just as soon as we get the issue fixed. That is all."
The announcement blurred out. Zoey missed half of it though. She wasn't even sure where she was anymore anyway. A monorail? Was she on such a thing? Had she been?
She felt like she was floating through a deep and dark ocean. ...The only sensation she had right now was the warmth of Heidi's shoulder, and the feeling of Heidi's hands stroking through the red waves of her hair. Time didn't exist right now. Zoey wasn't even sure if it was passing, had passed or never had started. Not knowing when, but losing herself to the rhythm of these simple acts of kindness that Heidi was showing towards her, her crying started to weaken and quiet down, and then... the sweet sweet release of sleep somehow took Zoey away from her pain, if even it only meant for a brief moment.

 

Marcus had been reading nearly all day. He smiled, amazed. He didn't know a book like this could hold his interest so long, it made him genuinely happy, his mom would be happy. These thoughts swirled and inspired Marcus as he cuddled into his pillow, marking his page and shutting off his light to find laws in his dreams.

 

[ooc: sorry, crap post 'cause i had a long drive and can barely keep my eyes open. gomen]
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bernie enthusiastically agreed to go with bronagh to galaxy spire sometime. after the movie ended she went to eat and head back to her dorm. do to the weather and being oblivious, she forgot to write an update on the tumblr blog. *sadface* after awhile of doing nothing in particular, she got into bed and went to sleep.
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heidi watched out the window as the snow fell. eventually zoey's sobs slowed to a stall and she fell asleep. heidi laid her coat down on their laps to help keep warm. the car was slowly losing it's heat and she wondered how long they would be trapped there. day turned to night. nothing had changed. she left a message for altair saying she wouldn't be back to the room tonight and not to worry. she didn't want him knowing that she was now stuck on a train. her stomach growled some more and a sharp pain went through her. if only she had some food. heidi watched the snowfall until the hypnotizing affects lulled her to sleep. zoey's head was on heidi's shoulder while heidi's head rested on top of zoey's. it would have looked pretty cute, if not for the terrible circumstances.

 

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

[ OOC : TSK. TSK. TSK. HARLEY HAS A HEART, HOW AWFUL.]​

[ DAY : 37 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 5, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : ROOM ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TROUBLED / CARING / CONFLICTED ]​

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" Goddamn, you're a mess . . . " Harley commented as he tended to Kallisti's wounds. She had been surprisingly quiet as he had pretty much stripped her down to her underclothing and checked for the damage. There had been a time or two when she flinched away from his touch, but he didn't comment on it, " So what's with this . . . new 'rebel girl' act? "

At first, there was no answer. She stuck her arm out as he said to do and he then wrapped it with a white, long cotton bandage. He moved on to her hands, which had various, small cuts on them, scattered over her fingers. At this rate, she wouldn't even be able to play violin properly. He sighed again at the thought.

" You don't have to tell me. " he said once more, " But I'm worried about y - "

" I did not think you were capable of worry, Harley Jackson. " she said coolly.

" Oooh, right in the heart. " he replied sarcastically, placing a hand over where his heart was, and then feigning pain. He winked one eye open and looked at her only to see that she remained cold in her demeanor and he sighed, dropping the act. " But seriously, Kalli . . . "

" Don't call me that . . . " she said quietly, and silence fell between the both of them as they remembered their time together as kids.

Harley sat down on his bed as she took the other one. What had changed her? She had been acting like this since after the crash of that helicopter. Had something happened on that ride? He clicked his tongue. It wasn't that damn Olivia, wasn't it? He shook his head; just because he didn't like her, didn't mean his tastes reached his cousin.

Kallisti sighed and he looked up from the ground, " Harley . . . " she said in an abnormally soft voice, " Why do you care so much? You have never cared about me, about what has happened to me . . . "

He looked away with guilt; he could see how she thought that and it was a shame that it was so. Did it really seem like he didn't care? She hated him, he thought - no, knew . . . For everything he had never done? He'd never expected what happened all of those years ago, and even when he did see it, he couldn't do anything - he had been just a kid!

. . . No. That didn't seem like an excuse. He had been so powerless against his father.

" I'm sorry if you really think that. " he said softly.

" Why did you suddenly start caring, Harley? " she asked.

" . . . There was never a 'suddenly', Kallisti. " he replied quietly, and she sat up from her lying position too look at him with a scrutinizing but pained look, " I - . . . I've always cared. I could just never . . . do anything about it. You hate me too much to let me in, to let me help you. To let me pr - "

" D - Do not say it! " she said, suddenly standing, " You have never cared about me. You have only ever cared about what things in your path will benefit you. Letting P - Peter do whatever he wanted, letting Lorinda tr - treat me how she did . . . Those things, you never did anything about them! So long as they weren't aimed your way, you were perfectly content wit - "

On an impulse, Harley grabbed her shoulders and forced her back onto the bed, hovering over her, their faces close together. She looked away from him and struggled slightly against his hold. " You don't know anything about me. " he told her. " You've never taken the time to know, to care. Don't you think I saw how they treated you? I wanted to do something about it, but I knew if I did, you would get it worse than before. Don't think that I didn't go through any hell in this family either. I didn't have it as hard as you did, but it sure as hell wasn't a goddamned walk in the park. "

Ah, shit. It felt like he was going to cry. Fucking awful. He fell to the side, and the both of them laid on the bed horizontally, with their feet hanging off the edge. Another silence fell between them as their gazes reached the ceiling. It was like that for a long time. At least an hour . . .

And when Kallisti thought Harley might be asleep next to him, she whispered something and he opened his eyes again.

" Wh - . . . What did you say? " he asked, his heart suddenly starting to beat fast, not looking at her.

" I thought you were asleep . . . "

" What did you say? " he asked again, with more gusto in his tone.

" . . . " She took a deep breath, " . . . Crestatia. She is going to kill me. "

All of the color drained from Harley's face as his breath stilled.

" Please say something . . . " she whispered, and when he came back to attention, he realized that her voice was shaky. He turned his head to see tears coming down her face.

" What a mess, " he said slowly, sitting up and facing her, " Why didn't you say anything before? " he asked. What a secret to take, " She's going to kill all of us. I thought something like that wouldn't bother you. You've never been scared of death. "

She looked at him and he immediately knew that he misunderstood, " No, Harley. She came to me and told me that she was going to kill me. "

Oh.

Oh.

" We need sleep. " he said suddenly, dragging her body to his bed and pulling back the covers.

" Harley . . . " she mumbled, still crying, " I hate you . . . "

As they both laid down, he tried to process what she had told him, but it was late, and they were both sleepy. Minutes passed and he could hear her steady breathing return once more as she slept in his arms. He sighed quietly. She hadn't been dreaming? Of course Crestatia was going to kill all of them, but what did she mean?

Before he fell into a dreamless sleep, there was one thing on his mind; there was going to be a blizzard tomorrow.

Someone was going to die tomorrow.

Would it be her?

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"Snow... I wanna make a snowman..."​

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Bronagh hadn't actually paid attention at all to the rest of the movie. Instead she sat deep in thought about things that didn't matter.​

What exactly do friends do again?​

You talk as though you never had a friend.​

What exactly makes someone a friend?​

I don't think there is a true definition of a friend.​

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When the movie was over Bernie had left and Bronagh waved to her, but she sat in the room listening to the repeating music on the DVD menu.​

The same question could go for, what makes someone an enemy?​

That answer is easier, they do something to you that harms you.​

Can you be your own enemy?​

Can you be your own friend?​

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Bronagh moved herself back into the wheelchair, she took a sip of water then pulled out her phone. She had gotten yet another message, involving what she had spread about Quin​

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Bronagh rolled herself back to her dorm, it was surprisingly late, but she wasn't tired. She was quiet in the room for a long time before she pulled out her phone again. She went back to the original email she had sent out weeks ago about Quintus.​

I don't want to make enemies...​

Why would I ever want that?​

Bronagh changed into pajamas and went straight to bed, she still was not tired, but felt that she needed to sleep. She took some melatonin and fell into sleep.​

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Cristina had finished her sketch before the boy had left. Now that she was done that, she could go back inside and fix some of the details. She was sort of surprised that the boy did not notice her, but didn't really care. It was more convenient because it would save her the trouble of typing her responses.​

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She stood up off the bench and started walking to her dorm. The wind blowing on her face stung her cheeks. Perhaps I should have worn a scarf or something to cover my face...I will remember that for next time. When she made it back to her room, she got ready for bed. Quin was not back yet. The girl frowned. Before lying down on her bed, she looked out of the window, to see Carmine, the cardinal that she named, sitting alone on the branch. Cristina sighed and then went to sleep.​

 

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There was not much Altair chose to do for the weekend. The call of school had come so unexpectedly and Altair's schedule had now been messed up slightly. It didn't matter much to him but he couldn't really keep his mind off the girl that left this morning. What he questioned was whether or not he should back off from her a bit or not. Not a letter or message was left for the teen and the girl just soundlessly walked off without informing him whatsoever. The girl chose to leave without saying a word, so why couldn't he do the very same? And so Altair began to ponder just what was going on in the girl's fragile little head.

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Altair merely sat on a table drinking some coffee, when all of a sudden a familiar face walked nearby "Casey?" Altair said signalling the boy to his table. Something was definitely wrong with Casey and Altair could tell by the lack of enthusiasm Casey usually had. "Now sit and tell me whats up...don't say nothing, there is no point in hiding any of it" Altair said casually.​

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"Marina...." Casey said simply as he sat down on the chair opposite of Altair and glanced up at him "Have you seen her? I've tried everything to contact her but I've failed...rumour is going around that Mari is missing but I refuse to believe she would run away or be hurt. I'm sure Mari would have foresaw some danger and immediately prevented it" Casey said holding the edge of the table. His fists shook as the emotions tried their best to stay subsided. ​

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"....its best not to get your hopes up" Altair said closing his eyes as he rested his cheek on his fist "Marina may be gone...its best you give up on her" Altair said. If there was anything that Altair didn't want, it was to see the boy fruitlessly search for her and in the end come to a heartbreaking conclusion. He wished to prepare the boy for the worst.​

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"I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT" Casey said slamming his hands on the table as he stood up "You may be right, she may be gone...but I'm sure as hell not going to give up on her like that. If she is in danger or something is troubling her then I'll search for her and help her! Simple as that!" Casey said as he immediately ran off. Casey had no idea where he was heading towards, but he just ran, he ran and ran and ran some more, hoping to find his friend.​

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Upon hearing those words Altair opened his eyes and watched as the young boy ran off. "Casey...you've always gotten so attached to somebody even if they never gave a damn about you....that kind heart...will only lead to despair in this cruel world" Altair said. A sudden vibration and soon enough Heidi's message reached his phone. With cold eyes Altair merely stared down at the message.​

 

The door opened and Olivia, before she could send her first call, was suddenly knocked unconscious by the immediate presence of strange gas that quickly entered the room, accompanying the footsteps. And thus she slept as her puppeteer tried to handle a few other things.

 

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Isabella sighed. Whatever she did, she couldn't piece her dream together with the story. As the day went on, white snow piled up against the window of the dorm room. By the time the sun had finished setting, there was still no sign of her roommate. She waited a few hours after dark for her roommate to show up, but she never did. Isabella sighed and turned off the lamp beside the bed, pressing her head against the pillow.​

 

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Soon enough night came and Altair headed to sleep. As Heidi's message stated she was not coming home, Altair merely accepted the fact and tried to sleep, but sleep just would come. It took a long while but soon enough Altair drifted off to sleep.

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Fatigue reached Casey and though he hated to do it, Casey quit his search for the time being and returned to his room where he drifted off fast asleep.

 

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DAY 38
January, 6th Sunday
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Allison woke up uncharacteristically early the next morning. She was starting to get behind on homework, but the internet was a great distraction. As she tried to quietly get up so as not to disturb Elizabeth, she went and unwrapped a brown sugar Toaster Tart that she had gotten from a snack vending machine a long while back. It was kind of surprising that she hadn't eaten it until now, having almost forgotten it until she opened a cabinet. While tossing the wrapper into the collective trashcan, something caught her eye. Slowly Allison fished it out and looked at it. It was a birthday card. For Elizabeth. From an aunt. Three days ago. Elizabeth's birthday was on the 3rd? The card had been crushed and rolled up, though it didn't hide the bear and the cake that well. What could she do for someone's birthday? She was pretty sure Elizabeth did nothing on the day and though Allison normally did nothing much on her birthday either, she still tried to at least have a sweet treat. I'm about 80% sure we don't have any cakemix or browniemix here. So what sweet treat could I get for Elizabeth? Allison pondered while absentmindedly opening all the cabinets and the fridge. She opened the freezer and paused as she was about to close it again. Back when she requested more clothes from her parents, they had also sent lots and lots of food. Ice cream was one of the items. Perfect! Everyone likes vanilla.

 

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At the sound of opening and closing cabinets Elizabeth began to stir. What was all this ruckus? To obtain an answer for this mystery her eyes opened and she peered out from under her sheets. It would seem that Allison had actually awoken before her. How strange.
It would normally drive her insane to be woken up before she was ready but luckily for her room mate it was around the time she got up anyway so, after a quick yawn, Elizabeth sat up and stretched.

What was she even looking for anyway? Nothing had been moved so it should have been easy to locate anything the girl normally had for breakfast.

"Good morning."

 

"H-! Hi...Elizabeth." recovered Allison trying not to show that she had been startled though it was fairly obvious as she had twitched and almost closed the freezer with a bang. She smiled trying to hide her nervousness and embarrassment while searching. Well, now what could they do? Would they just celebrate now and then separately browse the internet while being snowed in? Was she going to keep it a surprise by preparing some scoops of ice cream? They didn't even have mini candles or anything. I'll just wait until maybe the afternoon or something...then I'll tell her Happy Birthday and serve her and myself some ice cream. Her parents even included an ice cream scooper, but all of that could wait later. It was a bit early for ice cream. As much as Allison loved ice cream. She went back to her bed and pulled up her laptop and hung out on the internet as usual. She hoped Elizabeth wasn't too suspicious that she was up to anything. Allison had even balled the card back up to its approximate shape before and placed it back into the trash before searching.

 

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Her head tilted to the side, a curious expression spreading across her face as she wondered just what caused the other to be so jumpy. But instead of pondering on it too long Elizabeth decided to mark it off as one of the girl's strange quirks and got up to shower and dress.

Shame they were snowed in, only half of her outfit could be worn like this. Just the shirt and pants, so the coat, boots, scarf and purse were left on the dresser. Pity. It looked so nice all together... Well, if she decided to walk around the dorm they could be worn. But for now she had to just settle.

Once that was dealt with she moved to the window and stared outside, sighing once. As much as she loved the winter and all that came with it this amount of snow could be bothersome, as it trapped everyone inside. And there didn't seem much to do. Maybe the internet would provide a source of entertainment? With hopes held high Elizabeth grabbed her laptop and sat on the bed, opening it and clicking the power button.

May as well chat while browsing.

"Did you land in any decent classes this semester?"

 

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"I wonder what happens after..."​

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Bronagh's nose was bleeding. She did not have any tissues nearby. She quickly got herself into her wheelchair and quickly rolled into the bathroom. She grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and pinched her nose tilting her head down. It seemed like forever that she was just sitting there and she closed her eyes coughing slightly.​

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When her nose stopped bleeding she cleaned up and rolled over to the bed. There was unfortunately blood on her pillow. She groaned annoyed and got a facecloth and washed it off. When she was done she changed into her clothes and grabbed herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast for the 2nd day in a row.​

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"Eh....not really...I think I bit off more than I can chew with all these science courses I'm in. I think I'll have to actively get tutoring from a guy I know. Sort of. What about you?" she replied as she browsed tumblr and her favorite webcomic sites for updates. Getting snowed in probably wasn't going to be much different than the previous day.

 

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Bernadette woke to the sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand. The email alert was going off since she didn't pay for international calling. With that added 100k, that might have to change. She reached over for it, face still buried in the pillow. Her hand it the wood a few times before she had a grip on her phone and brought it onto the bed with her. She tapped the password into the phone and the screen lit up revealing itself to her. The email icon was glowing and she clicked it open to see a message from her mother.

Bernie rolled her eyes at the email. Her mom was getting so worked up over nothing. It was sweet, but still annoying. She sat up in bed and reached for her laptop. First, she would write the entry her mother was so desperate to see. Then, she would email her back. They had been making plans for a video chat. Maybe today would be a good time to do it. The weather was still crappy out, after all. She tapped away at her keyboard and gave a quick glance over to Daniel. Hopefully she wasn't disturbing her. After the entry was done, she opened up the email on her computer and began to write a response to her mother.

 

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

{ OOC : BLIZZARD DAY, PEOPLE GONNA DIE !! }​

{ DAY : 38 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 6, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SIGH / QUITE }​

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It was a relatively terrible storm outside, and Kallisti was glad that she and her . . . cousin had come to the library when the did. ​

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The incidents of last evening went without discussion and she couldn't feel better for that. It had truly seemed like the kind of thing Harley might hold over her head for the rest of her days, but he said nothing of it and she wondered if might be plotting to use it somehow. Around him, she was so paranoid, and adding fuel to the fire . . . They had slept in the same bed! When she had woken up, it had felt nice to have someone holding her, to know that she was secure for at least a little while. But then she had remembered it was him and her peace was shattered.​

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What did he plan to gain by treating her like this? He had never cared before, or at least that was how it always seemed to her, but this new development had her questioning the events of the past. Had he ever tried to protect her? Why? What could she possibly give him in return? As she shelved another set of returned books, she clicked her tongue. Being in debt . . .​

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Kallisti stopped moving as she felt eyes laid onto her back. As quietly as she could, she gathered her nerves and inhaled a breath, knowing that it was her cousin. ​

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Turing around, she found him looking at her with a thoughtful expression covering his features. What was he thinking, she wondered?​

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" You always look so content when you're busy. " he told her as he stood. Why did he have to be so ridiculously tall? He stood at least a foot above her . . . She shook her head and returned to her books. " It seems like we're going to be stuck in the library for today, I wonder what will happen? "​

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It seemed like a normal enough question, but the both of them knew better than that. What Harley was really asking was " I wonder who will die today? ". They both knew someone would, but Kallisti could tell that he hoped it wouldn't be either of them.​

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Last night, Kallisti had realized that while she wasn't scared of death, perhaps she was scared of dying. To completely cease existence, to no longer be one of the six billion people on the face of the Earth. It was scary. She wondered how Madeline had handled it - then again, she didn't know if Madeline knew she was going to die. What would she say now? Now that Crestatia had personally come to her and told her that she hated her . . . And that she was going to torture her?​

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Kallisti wasn't afraid of Crestatia, of what Crestatia could do to her. But why her? Why did Crestatia hate her? She wanted to talk to the demoness, get some answers. It would finally be two nights from now, tonight, but there would be a blizzard. What awful timing. She didn't know if she could wait to summon much longer though, if Crestatia was holding her life on a whim. ​

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" Harley, " she began, shelving another stack of books, " If things go as I have planned it . . . There is a substantial chance that I will be summoning Crestatia tonight. "​

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Harley looked at her, his face colored surprise. He seemed to think about this for a moment and shook his head, " Not sure that's the brightest idea, " he interjected, " If she's out for your tail, then she'll cut you out the first chance she gets. "​

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She blew a strand of hair out of her face, " You seem to be forgetting that with a snap of her fingers, any of us can fall dead at any time. " she explained, " We are at her complete mercy. I just . . . I want to know some things. Perhaps I can make a deal with her to prolong my life. Give her something in exchange . . . " She looked at him tentatively and expectantly.​

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" She'd probably ask for my life. " he suddenly said, " In exchange for you to live. "​

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But she already knew that, " . . . I am hoping that she won't. If she did, I will not let you die. It is not fair to you. "​

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A silence passed, and the two began to shelf books together.​

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