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He couldn't find that *******. Was his information bad? It must have been. That weasel he sent to tail his prey was not doing it's job. He would tell them off when he got back to school. But for now, he would rest, recharge his already full batteries. He went home, changed into pjs. And got into bed then went promptly to sleep.

 

Vergil had decided to go into the coffee shop after all. After all, even if he didn't find out what he wanted to do, but he might as well grab a cup of coffee while he was there. So as he found himself a table and ordered a cup. He didn't bring anything with him so simply just looked around as he waited.

 

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Heidi woke to the sound of the phone vibrating against the table. How long had she slept for? The room was darker now. She was surprised to see her limbs still free of restraints. Maybe they deemed her safe enough to lie free for now? She brushed her fingers across the bandaging on her stomach. There hadn't been any blood since she arrived at the hospital. That was a good sign. She reached over to the phone, wincing in pain. Her finger tapped the lock button lightly and the screen lit up, revealing a text message. It was an unidentified number, but she recognized it all the same. Any other day, a message from Harley would excite her, now she could care less. Everything was so broken.

She laid back down on the bed and buried the side of her face into the pillow. The gauze on her forehead brushed against the paper-like sheets. "Nhn," she groaned. Heidi held the phone up to her face. That dull aching throb in her chest had returned. She missed Harley. She didn't want to think about how much she missed him. Everyone was gone. He would be gone too. It was only a matter of time. She was running out of people that cared about her and vice versa. What would she say to him?

 

Olivia drifted back to sleep next to Elliot's pillow because her puppeteer's entire evening would be preoccupied without access to the forum.

 

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Zoey sighed as she closed her laptop screen. The loud moans of a girl enjoying herself through perverse actions were silenced. ...Wow. For the first time, Zoey was not in the mood to watch porn. She must really be depressed. That always made her feel better usually. ...Damn it.
She walked awkwardly over to her desk and started preparing her pain medication. She grabbed a glass, moved to the sink and let the tap run to allow the water to get cold. ...She stared at the water flow, getting lost in a wave of thought. ...What had happened with her life? Zoey wasn't one to get sucked into the drain (metaphorically). She could be positive throughout most experiences, even the bad. After all, her life to be frank hadn't been all that pleasant, but she had been happy-go-lucky regardless. Of course, that has been back when she had seen at least some hope for herself. Tyler was gone. He couldn't come back. So many of them were dying, and so quickly. Who would be next? It could be her... It could be Heidi... It could be Matt... It could be even Mr. Heckle's Grandson, Casey.
...But still, Zoey wasn't prepared to give up yet. This game was a nightmare. She had no doubt it was real, but maybe at the end... there would be a light at the end of the tunnel. There might be hope. A way to fix everything. She couldn't give up on that... and so... she had her hope. Her thing to keep believing in and keep going for... A path to head towards.
She placed the glass under the tap and then ceased the flow. She put the pills in her mouth and downed some water to wash them down.
That's all she had to keep reminding herself; that she would keep heading towards tomorrow.
And so... with that in mind, she got into bed (already naked of course, as she had been the whole time-obviously) and she went to sleep.

 

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[ OOC : MY NOSTRILS ARE SORE. IT'S LIKE I'VE BEEN SNORTING CRACK OR SOMETHING. ]​

[ DAY : 44 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 12, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : DORM ]​

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He had cried less in the shower, but he had to admit that it was nice to cleanse himself, both physically and emotionally.

When he stepped out of the shower, sopping wet, he dried of his dripping hair and then his body. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he took a step to look at himself in the steamed mirror. It was blurry, but he didn't really want to see himself anyway. From what he could tell, he looked like hell, although the signs were minimum and no one else would be able to notice unless they were looking for it. He sighed and wiped the steam away.

Harley stepped into his room and looked around for the stereo system. Although he had messed with it a million times, everything felt out of place and foreign. After a while of looking through the music on his iPod, he found the album he wanted to listen to.

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♔ ＴＨＥ ＡＮＴＬＥＲＳ ✖ ＨＯＳＰＩＣＥ ♔​

The music had started playing, but he knew this was a bad idea. This album was only something he listened to, once in a blue moon because it was . . . extremely emotional, and only a person without a heart or emotions ( which many people had insulted him with ) wouldn't be moved by this music.

When it began, Harley changed into night clothing ( which consisted of just loose shorts that hung low on his hips ), he flopped onto his bed and laid the semi-dry towel over his face. The music went on and it relaxed him, but began to sum up his emotions into one very large, dense ball of black matter that weighed so much on his chest that he almost couldn't breathe.

Before he was completely submerged in the overwhelming ocean of his emotions, his guilt, his shame, his loss, his . . . everything, his bed vibrated as Sylvia began to play.

don't know what to do.​

miss you too.​

will... will you come tomorrow?​

stuck in hospital.​

all alone.​

be safe. please...​

-heidi​

Tomorrow, huh. Yeah. Tomorrow. He wanted to see Heidi.

Thirteen began to play. He shook his head, trying not to think too much on the lyrics that reminded him so much of Kallisti.

Tomorrow, yeah.​

I'll come see you tomorrow.​

I know it doesn't seem like it​

but everything will be alright​

okay?​

See you tomorrow, Heidi.​

Stay strong. Stay safe.​

- Harley​

He almost threw his phone to his side, and found that Two was playing.

With the towel on his face once again, he was glad that he didn't have a roommate to hear his sobs.

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Heidi wished she could do a better job at curling up on the bed, but her injuries hindered her from doing so. It was bothersome. What would she do now? She had no where to stay on campus. Would she have to go back to Mr. Marshall's house? She loved it there, but something inside her made it clear that she had to be around the others. Her life wouldn't stand a chance if she was with him by herself. She still hadn't seen Ramona, not that she particularly wanted to. Heidi had never been materialistic, but she wondered what would happen to her new belongings. Had Mr. Marshall already gone to clear out Altair's room? She didn't feel right going back to that house without him. She didn't feel like she belonged in this family without him. He was the reason she had even been welcomed in in the first place.

What was the point in trying to help any of the others now? Most of them were dead and the few that remained she did not know. Don't bother. What? They aren't worth your time. What am I supposed to do? Just sit back and let us take care of things. "I don't know..." The phone vibrated again. It was a nice distraction, even if the conversation was sad. She held it up to her face, reading the message from Harley. He would come visit her tomorrow. That was comforting. She needed to get out of this place. She couldn't take the feeling of being trapped here- of constantly being watched. Heidi did want to see him, truly, but she felt so hollow inside that it didn't seem like it would make much of a difference if he were here or not. Hopefully, that would change upon arrival. Would they let her leave soon? She was doing her best to appear better. They weren't going to let her go if she kept having episodes. They had already moved her from ICU to the Psych Ward. She hated it here.

It was virtually black outside now, covering the room in a layer of darkness. The only light was from the glow of the cell phone screen. She typed up a response before setting the phone down beside her on the bed and closing her eyes. She was so tired. She had been successful at not crying today, but at what cost? It didn't even feel like she had the capacity to cry again. Her body was drained, continuing to leave her virtually void of all emotion. Heidi felt her eyelids grow heavier as she finally drifted off to sleep. They didn't even need to drug her today. She was being cooperative. If she wanted out of here, she would have to do her best to appear sane.

 

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So how did a pawn take over the gameboard? Typically by crossing to the over side. But he didn't have the faintest idea how to do that here. And it wasn't like this was chess, though the idea still suggested upgrading to a more important piece.

No idea how to do that either.

Perhaps he should talk this over with Olivia, but he wasn't exactly sure what was going on with that as well. Wow, how useless was he... What really would help would just being able to see this thing from a better view. To do so more view points would be most helpful. And so he sent a text to Theodore, the only other person still alive in his contacts, asking if they could meet up somewhere.

After that he realized it was getting late and so, skipping his second shower for once, Elliot decided to go to sleep.

 

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❝Vhy did yuu ah-sk abuut strange emails bevor? Did yuu git zohmething strange too?❞

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She nearly choked on her scone when asked the question. Her face went red as she wiped the corners of her mouth and took a small sip of the piping hot latte to help clear her throat. ​

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Her blue eyes darted to Bronagh for some kind of distraction but she seemed to not want to get involved. With a small smile, Eleanora came to the conclusion that being honest--but vague--would be the best approach. She hated this weird back and forth thing within herself, but she was scared. Wasn't that normal?​

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❝U-um...Yes, actually. I got a strange email quite some time ago and a lot of others did, too. I wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but I'm convinced now that it-it's legitimate...There were a list of names in it. I don't remember if I saw your's, though...❞​

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Mentally scorning herself for stuttering and for possibly revealing too much, she diverted her gaze and took another sip of her coffee. ​

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Vergil stopped looking around once his coffee had arrived, still he manage to catch a glimpse of someone who he thought he recognize. If it was someone familiar, the he wouldn't just stare at them. That wouldn't look well from their perspective. Instead he would simply drink his coffee normally. Maybe he would send a nonchalant signal if he decided to.

 

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❝U-um...Yes, actually. I got a strange email quite some time ago and a lot of others did, too. I wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but I'm convinced now that it-it's legitimate...❝
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Bronagh had taken a bite out of the muffin as she listened to the conversation. She had just bit off another bite when-
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❝There were a list of names in it. I don't remember if I saw your's, though...❞​

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She realized at that moment exactly what she was talking about. She covered her mouth as she coughed and forced herself not to shout. What if Bernadette was NOT one of the people who had received the email and therefore was not part of the game?​

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There's always risk I guess...​

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What she meant to say in her head was said out loud, "Yeah, you sit there thinking it's just a spam email and then people on the list end up..." she caught herself before she continued. She looked up at the two, slowly shaking her head, she was forcing herself to keep quiet.​

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I don't want to listen to this...​

I want nothing to do with this damn game.​

I sat there hoping I could ignore it.​

I can't​

Everyone seems to be in this game.​

Everyone seems to bring it up too.​

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Bronagh closed her eyes and breathed out as she took another bite of the muffin.​

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❝U-um...Yes, actually. I got a strange email quite some time ago and a lot of others did, too. I wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but I'm convinced now that it-it's legitimate...There were a list of names in it. I don't remember if I saw your's, though...❞

Bernadette cocked an eyebrow. She was about to respond when Bronagh started choking on her muffin. Quickly, she raised her hand and began patting the wheelchaired girl on the back. The last thing they needed was death by muffin. When she finally stopped coughing, Bronagh blurted out something it appeared she had intended on keeping to herself. "Yeah, you sit there thinking it's just a spam email and then people on the list end up..." End up what? She batted her dark eyelashes a few times and stared at Bronagh with sparkly blue eyes. Was she missing something? If they were all talking about the same strange email, then the other two clearly knew more on the matter than she did.

"Just got it ven I lahndid in da states, but it vas murked for over a month ago. Sagen Sie niemandem über mich. Versuchen Sie nicht, Ihr Leben vor dem Tag 101 statt. Machen Sie nicht einen Deal mit niemandem außer mir. Absolut keine Romantik." she muttered to herself quietly. Did this count as telling people about whomever this C person was? Technically, she wasn't telling them about C, just reciting the rules in a language they didn't understand. Bernie sighed and took another sip of her tea. Things seemed so complicated lately. Were the other two in the same boat she was? Not that she really knew what she was in. Eleanora said she didn't believe it at first, but she was convinced now. Had something happened that forced her to believe in it? "Yuu shoor es real?"

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❝I'm sure it's real.❞

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Her voice was sharper than she intended, but it was a necessary coldness. It kept the memories away. She swallowed the last bit of the scone and got up to throw her trash away. ​

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It had truly been an enjoyable outing, despite the mention of the email. She hoped to do it again sometime soon. When they got back to the dorm hall, Bronagh and Nora bid their farewells to Bernie (Eleanora decided to let her keep her jacket for an excuse to visit her again soon). Once inside the warm room, she slipped out of her shoes, took a short shower, drank some tea and hopped into bed for the night. ​

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❝I had fun today, Bronagh. Thanks for going out with us...❞​

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Her voice was quiet as she snuggled deeper into her blankets. ​

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❝Sleep well. Good night.❞ ​

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Pretty much everything Eleanora had done at the end of her day, Bronagh did too. Except, she took a shower rather than drank tea with Eleanora, then although she said, "Goodnight." back to Eleanora, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She was staring at the ceiling and forced herself to smile. Everything had gone well today, and if they all went out like that some time again, she would not mind it.​

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She kept her eyes closed and waited a while, creating daydreams in her head until she actually fell asleep.​

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There was now an army of snowmen outside. She was out there for so long making Snowmen in different shapes, forms, and poses that even after nightfall she still continued to moonlight, because it was rather clear out in the sky.​

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She went inside and showered and prepared for bed. She ate a piece or two of chocolate before she climbed into bed and was fast asleep.​

 

Just as Vergil finished his coffee, he decided that it was time to head back. Paying for the drink, he left the shop and headed back to his room and soon fell asleep.

 

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❝I'm sure it's real.❞

Eleanora's sudden cold tone had caught her by surprise. Had something happened? She tried not to think too much of it. They finished their drinks and food, then made their way out of the coffee shop. Things were rather awkward now, but Bernie did her best to not let it get her down. When they returned to the dorm, she bid the other two farewell before riding the elevator up to her floor and enter her room. Daniel was still gone. She was starting to get a sinking feeling about her roommate. Had she been one of the students that died? Bernie decided to shower and changed into her pajamas after sitting around for awhile. Bernadette curled up on her bed with her laptop beside her. She wrote an update on tumblr for her family and friends back home. Day sixteen in America. According to the date on the email, day forty-four out of one hundred. That left her with fifty-six more before she was out of time. That was rather unfortunate.

Bernadette decided to do some research on it. She opened the email, studying the contents a little further. In a different window, she opened the email saying she now had one hundred thousand dollars in her account. Bernie looked for any similarities between the two, but they seemed to be different. She squinted at the screen until finally falling asleep on her laptop.

 

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Isabella spent the rest of the day reading the books she had checked out from the library. She was glad that she finally had the chance to continue reading. The past few days had eliminated any free time she would have had, even if it was at the cost of school time. Checking the time on the clock, she noticed it was nearly midnight. She had probably go to sleep. She switched the lamp off, and pulled the covers over herself. If the sickness is over, I should be able to head back to school on Monday... The thought stuck in her head as she fell asleep.​

 

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His findings weren't all too surprising but he wasn't sure what to make of it all, exactly. He compared the names of the strange email he had gotten to the names that had showed up in KEIRA's results and sure enough...Quite a bit matched. There were some 'unrelated' deaths, but most of them seemed to be a result of something bigger--most likely caused by the Bellhurst kids. Well, not the 'Bellhurst' kids but...The '100 Days to Live' kids. He scowled. What a silly thing.

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But if this 'silly thing' was killing people, then it wasn't so silly at all. Who was C? He figured the Bellhu--uhh...the other kids would know. ​

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He had joked about it earlier, but it was honestly a baffling thing to imagine that there was some twisted killer--no, more than a killer if they could cause floods and control people...Some twisted thing slaughtering people listed on an email and they all seemed to go about their lives normally. It wasn't just baffling--it was stupid. Had he known and had proof of this being legitimate sooner there was no way he would be enrolled in school. There was no way he would go around acting like everything was peachy, either. No, something was horribly wrong with this. Either these people were psychopathic masochists or they were just--bluntly--dense.

Then again perhaps he was speaking too soon. Maybe the ones who had been killed had tried to do something about the situation. He felt sick when he imagined him being one of the people killed off...Or Elliot.

Sitting on his tail and turning his head from it was not the solution either. And so, Theodore found himself asking KIERA to send out a message to everyone on the email...who was alive. This message would be sent via text if a number was available, and also straight to their email. He realized that he was being rash, but it was the easiest way to get their attention. Unfortunately, this plan of his required some help from his father--which he hated to accept...

Of course, he couldn't just straight tell Dr. Timothy what this was all about. Instead he told a little white lie...a lie that he hoped would cause no damage. He told him that the students would be coming to be beta testers for some new inventions and that he would handle everything himself.

Yeah, he couldn't see that causing any problems.
Before he fell asleep he replied back to Elliot telling him that they could definitely meet up and asking him to arrive at the labs before the party--whether he would attend it or not. ​

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January 13th, Sunday​

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Bernadette woke the following morning in a bit of a haze. Her back hurt like crazy and she had to rub vigorously at her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness. She stared at the computer screen, seeing the two emails still up on the monitor. Her inbox was bolded, showing a new one had arrived. Bernie wasn't one to check her emails so early in the morning, and it was probably junk, but she clicked the inbox anyway. It was from an unknown sender and she began to click delete until she was the subject title. Her sleepy fingers clicked to open the message and her eyes widened. She had thought last night's research was as far as she would get on the matter. Eleanora had been rather tight lipped and Bronagh said little at all. It's like this Theodore person had read her mind.

She covered her ears to prevent any more thoughts from escaping. Who was Theodore? He must have been one of the recipients. She debated over what to do. Every nerve in her body was on high alert. She needed to go. She needed information. Bernadette wondered how many others would attend. She typed in Antilum Labs in the Google Maps search to see where it was located. It wasn't too far, but definitely out of walking distance. Quickly, she wrote a response to Theodore, before shutting her laptop to get ready. How much time did she have? Would it be late tonight, or right away in the morning? If there was going to be alcohol, it probably wouldn't be too earlier. It had been awhile since she last drank, not since she left home.

Send to: Theodore Walden
Subject: Re: Weird email?
Message:
My name is Bernadette Engel. I only just recently learned of this weird email. I wish to attend. What time will you be expecting us? Where should we go once we arrive? Please get back to me soon.

-Bernie.

 

Vergil's sound sleeping was interrupted by the beeping of his phone. Without lifting his head from the pillow he reached over to get the phone. Once it was in his hands, he opened up the email he'd gotten. At first he paid not much attention to it, until he saw the subject of the message. A meeting to discuss the email. Sounded like a good idea to him. With his mind made up, he sent a response.


Subject: Re: Weird email?
Message: Good idea. I'll see you there.

He did bother to include his name in the response, being that he would know it when that all met. Now that he was in no mood to sleep, getting out of his bed and getting dressed were his only options.