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He never missed a class before. Not when it could be helped, anyway. So the fact that he was considering skipping not only one but all of them today was weighing heavily on his mind. But today was the day he resolved to look for Olivia and in comparison listening to the drones known as teachers ramble on about things he either didn't care for or knew more than they she was more important.

Still...it was hard. Maybe, maybe if he thought of this as an experiment... Aha! That made it so much easier. Yes it was an experiment to see into the minds of delinquents, a type he knew little of.

With that settled he was re - Oh, what's this? It would seem like the very person he was just about to go look for texted him. About time. How cruel it was to have kept him waiting this long for a word from her. At least this spared the entire school from his searching methods. However all of that seemed to hardly matter after he read it. The wording in this message was atrocious. Still somehow sounded like her though.

So within a few minutes of receiving the text Elliot found himself on the seventh floor of the library, heading to the bookcase in the northwest corner. Before pushing it though he stopped, realizing it felt as if he was in an old mystery novel. Was Olivia doing this to make a fool of him? He certainly felt like one. Even so he gave in and pushed it.

The moment he did so the boy was thrown forward, finding a space neatly tucked away. This really was a mystery novel... Hopefully it didn't involve deaths. Or, at least, any more. Not with him and Olivia involved.

No how to get out... Oh, what was this annoying red light? Looking around he found the source and by it an unrecognizable male. Perhaps they knew each other, but in this lighting it was hard to tell. Either way it seemed impossible for him not to have noticed Elliot's entrance and even harder to avoid talking to the bloke, especially given how they seemed trapped in here together now.

Rather odd to find someone here without Ollie around though, given the fact that it was her text that sent him here. Who was this guy to her anyway?

"H-hello?" He asked after a small fit of coughing, either caused by dust or the thought of it.

 

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Bernadette finished off her eggs while Eleanora greeted Vergil. It was so refreshing to be in the company of someone new. She was enjoying breakfast quite thoroughly. The smile never left her lips as she nibbled away at the turkey bacon on her plate. Quite refreshing indeed. ❝How have you been? Finding everything alright?❞ Bernie nodded in response, with her mouth full of bacon. The pinky-brown crispy strip hung from between her lips like a tongue. She sucked on it, savoring the flavor, before tearing it in half with her teeth and swallowing.

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"Ja. E have bin guud. Zlowly E am finding my vay arowund. How have yuu bin? Yuu..." She knit her brow in frustration. What was the word. Verschwunden. Bernie pursed her lips and looked over at Eleanora. "Verschwunden..." She gazed intensely at the other girl. "Yuu ver not arowund?" Not knowing the correct word was frustrating. Ich muss meinem Wörterbuch später zu überprüfen. She hoped the brunette would understand what she was trying to say. Language barriers were bothersome. Ich sollte sehen, einer der Tutoren heute. It was decided. As much as Bernadette wanted to check on the horses, she really needed to spend some time with the English tutors.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : WON'T BE ABLE TO POST MUCH TODAY IF THERE'S NO INTERACTION }​

{ DAY : 40 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 9, 2013 } • { LOCATION : HALLWAYS }​

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

Kallisti was out of Harley's room faster than she cared to admit that morning. This was it - she could spend no more time with him because surely Crestatia was watching and was more than likely under the impression that they felt some sort of romantic feelings for each other. Not that she would mind him being killed because of this, but she'd rather not die for the same reason.

She decided that the only outfit she would wear today was her school uniform, and she was hoping that she wouldn't ruin it, but that really depended on the incompetence around her.

It was personally decided that she couldn't get into trouble anymore ( or not get caught, which is what had been happening ) because the first Brookridge Symphonic Orchestra concert of the term was coming up and the director ( who knew about her shenanigans ) threatened her with expulsion from the symphony if she didn't clean her act up.

This was the one thing that worried her most. At her side, she clutched the handle of her violin case.

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[ LOCATION : CLASSROOM // HALLWAYS]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : UH ? ]​

Harley sat in class with a bored look on his face as his physics teacher went on about the basics of the Quantum Theory.

Tonight was supposed to be the time when Kallisti tried to summon the demon, but he didn't really think that it was going to happen. She was still too scared about what might happen to her if she did. He would do it for her, but maybe this would be a good learning experience for her.

There was a knock on the classroom door, but Harley paid no attention as the teacher called for the visitor to come in.

He sighed; things were a bit boring as of late, but maybe that was a good thing. No one was dying, and pretty much everyone he had a sliver of care for was alive. Still, he should visit them while he could because with all of this down time, he had a feeling that something was going to happen soon.

Before he could line up another set of thoughts, his name was called and he found that all of the other students were looking at him.

" Mr. Jackson, I would much appreciate it if you paid attention, " started Mrs. Bayle, and Harley raised an eyebrow while he looked at the person next to her, " This man is here for you, "

. . . A man in a black suit. Well, this wasn't typical at all. Harley stood up from his desk and grabbed his bag since he assumed wouldn't be returning. He felt like things with these mysterious people were going to come to a head soon and sighed again.

" Nice to meet you, K, " Harley said as soon as he was escorted out of the room, " What did I do this time? "

The man didn't answer.

Other students in the hall watched him walk with the man, and he just happened to pass his cousin who gave him a strange look, but he shook his head and motioned for her to keep walking. There was obviously something up here, and he didn't want this guy to recognize her if he didn't have to.

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All black cell phone, check. All black shirt, sweater, jacket, jeans, boots and socks. He then straightened his treasured black on the outside and grey on the inside, skully before concluding he had everything he would need for the day. Duncan then made his way over to the windows and pulled back the dark, thick, curtains. His icy blue eyes narrowed as his pupils shrank and burned a little. So. Damn. Blindingly white. He rubbed his stomach and gazed out at the miniature tundra, forcing his eyes to acclimate to the bleary white world infront of him. He cracked his window open slightly, to let in that winter chill while he left the window to prowl about his room.

In thought now, he contemplated what to do. There was no way he'd be heading to school this day. And even if his desktop was on, he'd still have no where to go. Duncan huffed irritably. Life sucks. Sometimes. What to do? His phone was powered up as he sat down on his couch. He typed out a few messages and sent them while plopping his bottom cheeks on the bed in his room. At least he had his music. Siouxisie and the Banshees were still great, even to this day. He hoped to meet an authentic British Goth some day. Silently he laughed as he scrolled through his music list as the sound of music premeated his room. Not that it was going to be sunshine and rainbows, after all, a British Goth could be a dick, thinking that they were the original Goths, and that American Goths were just babybats and posers. Hmm..this would be a good topic to post on the forum he frequented. He turned his phone horizontally and tapped away at the screen after logging onto his favorite forum.

 

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Her head cocked to the side as she tried to process what was being said. Verschwuden? Her eyes stared blankly ahead before Bernie continued on to specify in a way she could understand. A sigh of relief left her before she took a swallow of strawberry lemonade and relaxed her shoulders a bit.

❝Yeah, I was in the hospital for a little bit, but I'm okay now.❞​

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She smiled reassuringly. The bell rang and Nora pulled herself up into a stretch. She nodded at Vergil again before turning her attention back to Bernie. ​

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"Nice to meet you too." Vergil said to Eleanora. Judging by how Bernie was talking to her, he figured that the two knew each out. It was fine, he was only curious. Not like he can control who talks to who in the world. He looked at the other person for a second before going back to his food, which he realize he had already finished. Guess I'll head to class now. He gave Bernie and Eleanora a farewell wave before leaving. Who knows, maybe he'll have a class with them.

 

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The first thing Matt did was check Zoey's room again. Still empty. Where was she?? He left yet more messages on her tumblr, showing his increasing worry and expressing his increasing concern. He just wished she'd reply. He was going to find her somehow. He just didn't have a clue where to start looking. Where could she be? She could of gone home, she lived on her own but she did have a house. However, ringing her home phone got her no response. Next he checked the news reports, seeing what had been going on, the storm had caused various incidents all around the city. He scrolled through them, one by one, shivering at everything that had happened. He just hoped Zoey wasn't involved with any. He shouldn't be doing this he knew, it was making him even more paranoid and making him worry even more. She wouldn't be in a car, would she? But then there were articles like 'TRAIN CRASH - 9 dead, hundreds injured', which scared him. He was probably worrying over nothing, why would she be on a train? But if for whatever reason she went into the city, that would be her method of transport. That's what scared him. No. No. He shut his laptop. He couldn't think like this. She was probably fine and she'd probably tell him off for worrying like this. Oh, what was he going to do?

 

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bernie wondered why eleanora was in the hospital. she wanted to voice the question, but felt it best to let it lie for now. when asked if she was ready for class, bernadette gave a bacon filled nod and gathered her belongings. she waved goodbye to vergil before following after her new friend. the days would be fun if she got to start them out with eleanora's presence.

 

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Cristina sat in art class tapping the top of her pencil against her sketch book. She was thinking about what to draw next. The art teacher hadn't given them any specific assignment. "Draw whatever comes to mind," he said. That's the worst type of instruction. How am I supposed to...

She looked around the room to see if there was anything interesting to draw or even something to inspire her. Nothing. She had to hand this in after class, but she couldn't think of anything. This is annoying. She sighed and just decided to draw the room itself. It wasn't like she was going to get any better idea before class finished.

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Bernadette tapped her knuckles lightly on the solid wooden door. She waited patiently as someone on the other side cleared their throat and announced for her to "come in." The knob turned with a click and the door swung open, revealing a small musty office space. A young man, most likely a senior, sat in the corner, shrouded in shadows. The curtains were drawn, the only light coming from a small lamp on the desk. There was a layer of dust on most everything aside from the cherry oak wooden desk crammed against the wall. Bernie sneezed and wiped at her nose. The dust would set her allergies in a frenzy. Wie konnte jemand ließ ihr Büro bekommen, so chaotisch? Scraps of notebook paper lay everywhere, textbooks were left open on the desk-- their pages illuminated by the lamp--, boxes were stacked on top of outdated furniture. For being such a small room, the school had managed to cram a lot into it. The only walking path was going straight from the door to the desk ahead, with a little extra space to reach the corner chair her tutor was currently occupying.

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"Have a seat," he gestured to the open one in front of the desk. Bernadette stepped lightly across the room and set her bag down on the floor next to the chair legs. His voice was hoarse and raspy. Black hair fell in a just out of bed look around his face. Dark circles hung under his flat green eyes. Olive skin peeked out from the openings in his uniform. Her tutor looked like he hadn't slept in days. "The name's Caden. Caden Pence." Caden had sharp features, broad shoulders, long arms and legs. He sat slouched in his chair, his chin resting in his palm, elbow on the arm of the wooden seat. While he greeted her, he seemed distracted. He stared blankly at a vacant spot on the wall near the door, eyes lost in his thoughts.

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Bernie smiled kindly at him and began to straighten up the desk a little. "E am Bernadette Engel, or Bernie." That seemed to bring his attention back to the present. He look at her slightly perplexed, then a bit annoyed.

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"I," he corrected.

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"Excuze?" She glanced up at him, confusion clear on her face.

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"The letter is 'I.' That is how you pronounce it. Not 'E.' I. I am Bernadette. You do not say E am Bernadette." His voice was flat and uninterested. Sure, he showed a degree of acknowledgement, but overall, it did not appear like he wanted her there. Einige Lehrer. She rolled her eyes in the dim lighting.

 

Allison managed to wake up just in time to somewhat paradoxically lazily rush to class wishing she could have a few extra minutes or hours to sleep some more as those god damned eyes haunted her dreams for once. It had been a long time since she was last disturbed by a nightmare as she rarely even had nightmares, much less dreams. Though lately that seemed to have changed. Regardless she had managed to remember to put on the school uniform as much as she disliked wearing skirts and would much rather prefer pants as it was still winter. Allison had skipped breakfast and hurried to class before the bell rang. She looked relatively all right save for the tie as she was still trying to learn how to tie it and her hair had been down and flowing for once as she couldn't be bothered to tie it up in a ponytail as she normally did. She probably had enough time to take a few seconds and tie it up but she figured she was all right for her hair to be down for the day. How wrong she was. Allison had forgotten about the issues with having such long hair untied, running into the first problem on the walk to class. Wind. Pocahontas must've had magical hair because normal hair blowing in the wind did not look nearly as glamorous and beautiful. No, it was now a bit more of a tangled mess than it had been when she first awoke. When she got inside the building, Allison ran her hand through her hair a few times to try and at least make it look a little better. She had managed to reach her seat just as the bell rang. However, as she went about her day, she noticed a certain seat empty in some of her classes. A seat normally occupied by Elliot. She had been meaning to talk with him about some tutoring and had sent him a message on tumblr about it as well. Or maybe she had dreamed she did but hadn't. That happened sometimes.

 

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The problem Bronagh had was contact with Quintus. She did not have her email, nor did she have a phone number. But apparently she had wanted to summon today. Over the past day she had grown more used to the idea of it and was a little bit more happy that she normally was. Of course she was still scared but...​

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Bronagh figured the best way to be found would be to stay in a public area. But she wasn't only in a public area to be easily found. Today she was continuing her little story, and she wanted to describe a room. Technically, the room was a coffee shop in the novel but the colors of the room was what she wanted. She kept writing and yawned a couple times, listening to casual conversations between people as they walked in and out of the room.​

 

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As class went on Darrius realized just why he did not actually like going to class....or school in general. Though not a severe as the last time, a single group of annoying girls truly wished to ask him out and claim him as their boy toy. They followed him everywhere to the dismay of Darrius and no mater how many times he said no they just wouldn't stop. Soon enough Darrius began to run and the girls followed. It was either the fact that the girls were complete desperate idiots or that his sexiness was just that amazing. Desperation began to fill Darrius and soon enough Darrius noticed the key that could solve his problem.

He noticed his good friend and immediately rushed over to Bronagh and embraced her with amazing passion "Oh there you are my beloved" Darrius yelled in glee as he rubbed his cheeck against her own "oh its cause of you that I'm not single and unavailable to date any other" Darrius said emphasizing the last part to the girls. Soon enough the girls began to leave and Darrius let go of Bronagh with a sigh "well then that was...eventful" Darrius said

 

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[ OOC : CAN'T POST MUCH TODAY, EITHER. ]​

[ DAY : 41 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 9, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS//WHAT THE FUCK ]​

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Harley wasn't a claustrophobic guy, but this being stuck in between two of these guys ( who match his height ) was pretty fucking ridiculous, and his patience was really running thin. There wasn't much he could do though, because these guys had guns and he didn't want to gamble away his life today like he usually would.

Where they hell were they taking him, anyway? This whole damn setup was suspicious; the guys in the black suits, the black car with the tinted windows, the fact that they were heading north of Brookridge, up into the mountains . . . He wasn't scared, but why him?

Sure, he had been involved in a few . . . illicit activities, and he had been putting the beat down onto a lot of others, but he couldn't recall doing anything that was so out there it was crazy.

He sighed as the car came to a stop and the door opened. Robotically, the two men who shared the backseat with him stepped out onto a cobblestone road. Laying in front of him was a large, imposing mansion. He raised an eyebrow at it as he felt his captors ( well, they weren't really captors, but still ) come to stand behind him.

" She will be waiting inside. " came one of the men's voices. Who would be waiting inside? Ah, damn, why did it have to be a woman?

Without protest, he was escorted inside. The guys didn't seem to keen on answering any of his questions and so his automatic reaction was to become annoying to them, but he wanted to see what this was all about.

Quietly, he was led up a set of stairs. Their footsteps echoed heavily throughout the mansion, and he wondered who it was that lived here. Surely no one that he knew, right? What did they want with him, anyway? Dear god, he hoped it wasn't a scorned lover. Those were the worst kinds, and frankly, he wouldn't put it past some of those girls.

The four of them stopped in front of a set of double doors that were intricately designed.

The room he stepped into was dark, and the only source of light was coming from the large window that sat behind a desk. The light was strong enough to make Harley cover up his eyes a bit. In front of the window stood a woman who was definitely shorter than he was, and it almost confirmed his suspicions.

That was, until she spoke.

" Hello, Harley, " she said in a very elegant tone, her British accent calm and worthy of the Queen herself, " How lovely it is to see you again. You've grown into a fine, young man. "

Oh.

Dear god.

It wasn't.

Harley swore, he tried not to pass out.

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"Only mildly terrified." ​

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"Oh there you are my beloved."​

Bronagh was still writing at that moment and the hug was completely unexpected.​

"Oh its cause of you that I'm not single and unavailable to date any other"​

It didn't take Bronagh very long to notice the girls and already had a feeling she knew exactly what was going on. When the girls left she was let go and he had continued​

"Well then that was...eventful"​

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Bronagh sat there for a moment before she began to laugh. A couple of the girls turned their head slightly and one was glaring at her. She raised an eyebrow at them and then then quickly turned away and continued on. By the time they had completely gone she was done laughing, the theatrical part of her started to speak while she was writing, "Well darling, another day goes by and the women fall for you but you still stay loyal to me."​

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She looked up from the writing and cleared her throat before saying, "Seriously though I'm impressed with how quickly you managed to pick up a group of girls and throw them away." She winked at him playfully then spoke, "It must be your pretty face."​

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She looked back down at the writing and finished up what she had written and closed the notebook, "At least they didn't tear me apart."​

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He'd finally gotten out of that damn library yesterday, thank god. Albeit, for the most part of today, Dylan had wandered about town looking for something, anything, and finding nothing. It was like he was some part of a great story but was completely void of the plot. That was the story of his life though. Not that he was the type to whine about it. That wasn't his style. One thing was certain though... Life certainly had gotten dull without Marina around to nag him. It was surprising even to him just how much of a void she had left. He wasn't giving up looking for her yet though. The simple fact is he knew how stubborn that girl was and that if he had gone missing, she wouldn't have given up looking for him. He couldn't let himself be shown up by her like that and had to at least offer the same courtesy. It's not like he cared. ...That much.
It was odd just how much she actually had spiced his boring life up. In Dylan's own way that he couldn't explain, because he had never felt such an emotion before, even he missed her a little. They certainly had an odd relationship. They weren't lovers (that was for sure), and if such a thing could be called friendship, well damn, she was the only one Dylan had. It was an odd thing that kept them going, but the fact was that Marina seemed to have some place in her life for him. Something that no one ever had had before. She cared about a guy like him for some reason. What did that mean? What did that mean to him and for him? ...He didn't know. Probably never would and would never care to. One thing for sure was that without her here, he'd never find out regardless. Did he need her? No. Did she need him? No. And yet, they needed each other at the same time. The other had always been there at the very end of a tiring day, or been there in the morning like no one else ever had been. They had been there when there was no one else. Dylan was a lone wolf, that was likely the best way to describe him, and yet Marina had somehow succeeded in approaching him. Marina who despite being a lot more social and having her own set of connections and interests, even she had been a lone wolf in her own way. Did that mean they'd become a part of a pack together?
"Hey, baby. You're zoning out. You better not be thinking about another girl."
...Dylan sighed. He'd bumped into 'Mitzy Jones' earlier. She was a regular at Club Neo Rosé usually, and she seemed to have had a thing for Dylan for a long time. Despite his constant rebuttals, she'd followed him around (stalked would be more accurate) and had now ended up inside his room somehow. Dylan didn't even remember letting her in and yet here she was somehow. He'd probably been lost in his thoughts as he tended to be.
...Why was she here? Why was she sat on the bed next to him? Why was she in the spot that Marina usually lay. Why was she pulling off her shirt and then undoing her bra? Why was she leaning close to him, her lips approaching his?
"Hey, you keep zoning out. You SERIOUSLY better not be thinking about that little slút of yours, Marina, when I'm here. I bet you I can make you feel way better than she ever could."
Dylan's eyebrows perked at the insult, his eyes flashed for a brief moment. She was closing the gap, her lips nearly there. Then...
His hands came up to her shoulders, stopping her and gently pushed her away.
"Huh? Hey, baby? Whats wrong?"
"Out." He said calmly, no aggression in his voice, but it still somehow holding the command strong in it's simplicity.
"What? You're rejecting me because of that bitc-"
"Out." He repeated again, cutting off her disgusted tone, his eyes locked firmly on hers.
She stood up and furiously started dressing. "You're gonna regret this, you bástard."
Dylan actually chuckled for once at this. It was an odd sound, and then he pulled a cigarette from his packet and lit it, taking a long drag. "Trust me. I don't."
"Why won't you accept me?! I'm way better than-"
"Because only one person accepted me for who I am and as I am and wanted nothing in return. When you look at me, you see something false, that you've created in your mind as some sort of goal - like you have something to prove to yourself. You aren't her, and as far as I'm concerned, she's worth a million of you."
He breathed out a long exhale of smoke, clouding the room, but from behind the veil, his eyes still locked onto Mitzy's as he gestured to the door again. "Out."
In a huff, and after smashing one of Dylan's lamps by knocking it over, she opened the door and slammed it behind her. Dylan looked at the door for a few seconds before sighing once more and putting his half finished cigarette in the ash-tray next to him.
He lay back and closed his eyes just ready to sleep for the night and reach tomorrow. ...Tomorrow, when his search would begin anew even if it took weeks for results to crop up.

 

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Darrius closed his eyes and placed the back of his hand on his forehead and sighed dramatically "oh of course, tis the curse of sexiness that I received! such a curse may not seem like a big thing, but it brings me despair to see women driven mad by their desires like that" Darrius said as he cover his face with both hands "oh the sexy tragedy" Darrius wept but then removed his hands from his face and grinned "but in all seriousness I do wish to thank you for playing along" Darrius said resting his elbow on the table as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand "and believe me I would even let them harm you at all. Nobody harms a friend of mine and gets away with it" Darrius said with a smile

 

When school had ended, Vergil had headed down to the gym and started practicing on the nearby punching bag. While there were no practice or any events for some time, he still like to beat on the bag. Whether it be for fun, or to vent his frustration. Luckily for the bag, it was for fun so it wouldn't end up with a hole in it like the past few did when he was especially mad. Still as he was practicing, he could hear the sounds of people cheering in his head. The voice got excited when he delivered a powerful punch to the bag, almost as if it was a final blow. Do I really miss being in a match that badly. Shaking the thought out of his head, he went back to beating on the bag.

Nate had gone back to his room after school ended and took a nap.

 

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Matt didn't remember falling to sleep, his day and his nightmare's seemed to merge into one. From his worry about Zoey, and trying to find her, to well...it wasn't exactly pleasant. The dream was ultra-realistic, he'd believed every second of it. He only realised it was a dream when he woke up covered in sweat after he'd died. He was pretty sure that didn't happen when you died for real. The thing was, it wasn't him dying that had bothered him, he was okay with that and in a way he'd found it a relief in the dream when he had. No what had truly shaken him about it had been what had become of Zoey. That was what he really feared. He sat in the corner of his room, curled up in a tiny ball shaking for ages, before finally actually going to sleep for real this time.

 

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"Oh of course, tis the curse of sexiness that I received! Such a curse may not seem like a big thing, but it brings me despair to see women driven mad by their desires like that...but in all seriousness I do wish to thank you for playing along. and believe me I would even let them harm you at all. Nobody harms a friend of mine and gets away with it."​

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Bronagh chuckled at the last comment and replied, "It's no problem at all if it ever happens again and you find me I'll do it again. Anything to keep friends from being bombarded."​

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Bronagh adjusted her hat and then continued, "Harming a friend huh?" her smiled faded a bit more as she spoke, "I wish it were true but there's always someone who gets away with it. But we can't control everything can we." she stretched a bit then smiled again, "So, was school as boring for you as it was for me? It was probably only boring for me because we are still on the same subjects as last Friday."​