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John did like this, but this was not the time to satisfy himself. There were more important things abound that this heathen didn't understand. His arms swung and she was sent sprawled on his right side. "I will get the money. You will get out." As he crawled out of bed and put on his jeans, he switched on the lights and moved to block the door. He took out the rest of the cash and held it out.

"On your way Jezebel." It felt good to be back. Memories kicked in. She saw his face. Bruised knees. Flushed face. Choked sobbing. Death. He shook his head and softened his gaze."I want you to do something for me. I won't tell the cops that Reuben pimps out little girls. You just have a good, safe time here."

 

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( DAY :: 12 - 2/3 ) • ( DECEMBER 11, 2012 ) • ( LOCATION :: HOTEL LOBBY )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: AHH! )​

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❝Timelines!❞

As soon as the word came out of Cherno's mouth, Vanille was on her feet, and her hand was covering his mouth. From under her mask, she was glaring.

❝It's waaaay to risky for that!❞ she said, chastising him, and then she looked around. Five people from the email. Hero Anthony, Eleanora the Vessel, Temperance, Cherno, and herself, ❝And not everyone knows, you've gotta be careful!❞

She wasn't actually worried about messing up time, but it seemed like the thing to say anyway. If he was really gonna talk about this, with Temperance, alone . . . Vanille couldn't have that. She'd go with them. She looked at Anthony and motioned for him to come.

❝We should really, really talk about this somewhere more private,❞ she told Cherno, and looked at Temperance, ❝You'll really, really, really want to hear what he has to say, okay?❞ And then she turned back to Cherno, ❝Anthony knows. Harley knows. He's going to tyr and convince Kallisti. I'm suppos'ta find Madeline, but I can't. But she shares a room with Kallisti, so that should be pretty easy to get through. Hopefully. Really. Really. Hopefully.❞

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He was lucky, it seemed. Because moments after Harley left Temperance entered the lobby. Anthony went to approach but before he reached her Cherno jumped in his path. Oh. Two in one go. He didn't even had to try. That was great.

Then that masked girl popped back up. With how she kept showing he figured that she had to be a ninja. It was the only thing that explained both the teleporting and mask.

So now it was the Master of Logic, Evil Temptress, that masked ninja, and him grouped together as he finished his approach. "Hey," he greeted Cherno, "been a while."

He was so glad to see Mr. Logic again and even more so that he seemed to remember everything. In any case...a private place to talk...

"We could go back to one of our rooms..."

 

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Temperance glared at cherno as he approached her. She was so unbelievably angry it was ridiculous. He started spouting off some sort of nonsense. "What are you talking about?" She glared daggers until some freak in a mask came running up and covering cherno's mouth. And who was this bitch? Temperance pursed her lips in frustration. She wanted them to go somewhere. "Why would i go anywhere with-" Anthony walked over. What was this? Temperance was starting to feel like some sort of freak magnet. He suggested they go to someone's room. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Fine. We'll go to mine so i can kick you all out as soon as i wish." She stood from her spot on the couch and directed them back to her room where she sat at a small table.

Heidi agreed with altair that something felt wrong but decided that the baths might help. She followed him down and once she reached the doors to the locker room, she felt reluctant to walk in. It was as if she might never see him again. Heidi did her best to shake it off and said goodbye as she walked into the locker room and into the bath.

Of course Elliot would not believe her. That was typical. "If you will not listen to me, then maybe you will listen to your roommate." She gestured to Benjamin. She was so very happy to see him alive. Marina smiled fondly at each one of them. Even for being a girl, she missed Olivia. She looked to Casey solomnly. He posed a good question. What were they supposed to do about it? "Something happened on this day in regards to the Bellhurst students that I cannot quite remember the details of." Her eyes locked on both Ben and Olivia, "do either of you remember?" She glanced down at her phone briefly and unlocked it to open up tumblr. "I sent out messages to all the Bellhurst students I came in contact with before I died. Your cousin Altair included." Marina was looking at Casey again. There had to be some way they could help prevent whatever was happening, if not, there needed to be another reason for going back in time.

"The only other thing I can come up with, would be that we needed to start believing sooner. They went through a tremendous amount before arriving on our school grounds. If being here right now is not about them, then it is certainly about us. We did not become believers until-" she paused, "Olivia, how long have Benjamin and I been dead?" Dead, that was not even the proper word- nonexistant?- she was not sure. They had been ripped from their very essance. She was talking too much, but she did not know how much time she had. Were they only permitted the one day together? Would she stop existing again the moment she went back to sleep? The very thought of it scared her to her core. "We cannot waste time. The three of you need to believe me." Marina's blue eyes flashed between Dylan, Theodore, and Elliot. They were in danger if they would not accept what the email had to say. I wonder if anyone from Bellhurst has responded to my messages.

 

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She felt her pocket vibrate just as she rolled up to her house garage. It was interesting for her, she never got messages, or... rarely got messages. She reached into her pocket assuming it was an update for an app or something and she groaned at how slow it was loading.​

When it loaded she raised an eyebrow at the message.​

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A game?​

What game?​

This isn't spam is it?​

Whatever, that would make a day...​

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She sat down on her stairs and typed up a reply. But after waiting a while for the message she grew impatient. She also kept having the urge to stand up.​

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After a few minutes she walked outside for some air and stretched. She looked over to her garden which at the moment was dead due to it being winter, except a couple of her trees that never lost it's leaves. Bronagh walked slowly down her driveway and looked down the street. ​

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Maybe it was just spam after all and I'm just waiting for nothing to happen.​

It's a good idea for a book.​

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The strawberry blonde was appalled as she was literally cast aside. What nerve! She almost felt like crying, but managed to hold it back...That is, until he flipped on the light and she could see who this weirdo was.

Holy fucking shit--NO. IT WAS JOE--JOAN--JONAS--WAIT--

"JOHN!?"

She stared at him wide eyed...and then scrambled to cover herself, consequentially falling out of bed with the bed sheets clutched to her chest.

"Is this some kind of joke? Did you and Be--Reuben plan this?" She was breathless by the time she finally finished getting dressed.

When she was done, she didn't even bother waiting for his answer. Instead, she snatched the money out of his hand, ignored his 'wish' for her and made down the third floor hall.

 

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Brookridge.​

How the hell am I supposed to get to Brookridge in a decent amount of time?​

I better start now.​

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Bronagh ran inside her house and went back into her room, she grabbed her wallet and a couple of smaller things liker her pocket notebook. Her phone was dying.​

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She walked down stairs to see her mother sprawled out on the kitchen floor singing Nobody Knows the Trouble I've seen​

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Bronagh was about to sneak out the door before she heard in a drunken slur, "Wherer ya goin?"​

"Mom it's not even 2pm."​

"Sumweer its two peeemm."​

"I'm heading to Brookridge."​

"Like hell ya are. I am partyin tonight I need you here to pick mee up buttercup."​

"Didn't you say you wanted me out of the house?"​

Her mother swung out a punch which Bronagh ducked, she pointed and said, "Call a taxi."​

"I amm yer muther, whut I say goes on. Sit yer ass down."​

"I'm just going to go outside for some air."​

"Aright." She said as she collapsed back down onto the ground.​

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Bronagh quickly left the house and jogged over to a bus stop and took the bus to the Monorail station. When she got to the monorail she bought a ticket and got on. She tapped her foot impatiently as the monorail finally took off. Bronagh stood up and started moving her legs.​

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"Maam are you okay?"​

"Yeah I'm just in the mood to stand. I'd dance, but there's no music."​

"Don't start playing any."​

"I don't intend to."​

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He frowned. Would she be an idiot? And die again? Damn it! He couldn't babysit her all damn night! He sat down. Then stood up. Then he sat down again. He was getting flustered. He didn't get flustered, ever. His frown was at maximum capacity. How was this happening? What did the others do to bring them back to life. Was he the only one who remembered? She clearly didn't if she was willing to come see him again. He began to get dressed and gazed down at the floor. He had to make sure that idiot girl got to her room safely.

He did, but when that was done he took out his phone and scrolled through the contacts, thinking hard about a certain number he was supposed to carry a day or so from now. Shaking his head he cursed his memory, he relied on the phone to keep that in order. Now when he needed her number he was without it! Well, it would be weird to call her. But he needed to know she was safe. She had to be, despite being here all alone. He thought hard, he was God's chosen. Saved from the fire. And brought back in time from the dead. He wasn't surprised if he was unstoppable. But first he had to see if he was the only one who walking about with their memories in tact, perfect way to check was firing a text to Cherno. Where ever that good for nothing ******* was. It was his fault John resorted to lying in filthy blond vagina. He glared at the door, she touched his doorknob, ick.

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Text to Cherno; Where are you, asshat. If I don't find out where you are in the next five minutes. I will no longer have a best friend named Cherno.

His eyes flickered over his appearance in the mirror. He looked good enough, he headed out the door and made a mental note to check on Madeline at some point in the near future. And with that he began the hunt for Eleanora. In the morning. For now he crawled back into bed and fell asleep.

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"Ahhhhhhhh soaking in a hot spring feels amazing" Altair muttered softly as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a sigh. It was odd really, whenever he stood in the reception area and even during the drive coming here there was a very strange and weird feeling that had bothered him, but when he got into the hot spring this feeling disappeared. Calmly opening his eyes Altair glanced up and sighed "Crestatia...just what are you planing" Altair mumbled quietly to himself. It took a wile but in the end Altair chose to get out of the hot spring and see if Heidi was done or not.

As Altair placed his clothes on, he noticed his phone blinking, signaling that there was a email. Deciding to check it out Altair raised an eyebrow once noticing it was from tumblr and then narrowed his eyes as he read the message. "I see...so even time travel is possible in this game" Altair said as he began to send a reply to the girl that called herself a lady. Placing on his clothes, Altair walked out and waited for Heidi.

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The conversation continued and the moment Marina spoke the name of Altair, his eyes immediately widened and his body froze for a moment. Marina and now even Altair were both a part of the game, just knowing the two people he cared about were to die made him fearful and heartbroken. Fear of his little sister being apart of this game also arose and just the thought of her dying would drive him mad.

Hearing Marina say she died was just pure torture for him. Just where was he when it happened? did he merely sit back and watch her die? did he just ignorantly move on with his life? all these questions occurred and had he not been in front total strangers he would have already burst into tears. He severely hoped Marina could truly change the future, so that she didn't have to die...so that none of the them would have to die.

 

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[ OOC : MOVING THINGS ALONG . . . ]​

[ DAY : 12 - 3/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 11, 2012 ] • [ LOCATION : PRIVATE DECK ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : S I G H ]​

The way she stared at him made him want to laugh, but it was more out of feeling slightly uncomfortable than anything else. He had pretty much explained to her everything that Vanille had told her, and then some. Throughout the explanation, he gauged her facial expressions which ranged from horror, to disgust, to right-out non-believing.

When he talked about Madeline and the way she had died, Kallisti was extremely hurt and vulnerable looking. If Harley needed any kind of confirmation about . . . feelings, this was it. But the question was, did Madeline feel the same way? He'd asked her several questions about the other girl and their interactions. When she originally refused to answer, he used the words " Do you really, really want to risk her dying - losing her again? " and they seemed to do the trick, although she was still overall uncomfortable.

" This is all very . . . ludicrous. " she finally said to him when he was done, " I suppose . . . Considering the circumstances . . . It is not . . . an outrageous, far fetched idea . . . " Her blue eyes narrowed at him piercingly, " Regardless, how am I to be sure that you are not lying? "

Harley sighed. A tough question to answer, and he'd asked Vanille the same thing, but she trusted him enough to show him her face . . . " Look, I know it sounds crazy. Hell, I know it's crazy, but I have no proof. All I know is that tonight, Madeline and Temperance could die, and this is our chance to save them. " He honestly didn't know what else to tell her because whether or not she believed him was completely up to her.

But if she really had some kind of . . . feelings for Madeline, then he knew she couldn't just let this go.

" If you are lying to me, Harley Jackson, " she began quietly, " you really will regret it. "

Ah. There it was. She believed him - albeit, against her better judgment, but their was no other kind of belief sometimes.

Damn, he wished that he would've given Anthony or Vanille his phone number so that they could all checkup on each other. He wondered if Vanille had found Temperance in the baths where he last saw her, or if she had found Madeline . . . wherever the hell she was.

Kallisti was looking at him expectantly and he stood up, " Now, we've gotta see if we can find Madeline. " he told her, and she stood with him.

They were two very unlikely partners, but family stuck together right? Haha. Leins were practically forced to stick together. If they didn't, they ended up like . . . He visibly shook his head.

" Madeline and I share a room, " Kallisti told him, and began walking off the deck and back into the room, " She may still be there, depending. Neither of us were . . . feeling particularly well. " Harley followed her as he opened the door and walked down the hallway on the sixth floor of the hotel, towards the elevator.

Harley wished that, if this time traveling thing really was true, he remembered what had happened before the jump. He'd have more knowledge on the people around him, and he'd be able to figure out why Kallisti died. She hadn't said much on the fact that she had died, only that it was going to happen sooner or later, and she had accepted that. Still, for some reason, she hadn't wanted to accept Madeline dying - because of something she might have done. Must've been torture for her to know that.

Their elevator went down three floors, and then the door slid open. The pair stepped out and saw a lithe girl walking down the hallway.

" . . . Madeline, " Kallisti said, slightly breathless, and Harley rolled his eyes.

" Hey, M. " he called out for her, " We've got something you might wanna hear. " They walked until they were just a foot or two away from her, " Something pretty shitty might happen to you tonight. You and Temperance. So we're trying to play the good guy and save you. "

This would be fun.

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( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: GIGGLY )​

So Cherno and Anthony really did know each other. Vanille was easily the odd one out of this group because even know she knew . . . a lot about them, she didn't know them personally. That made her a little sad. But she bucked up and took her hand off of Cherno's mouth.

❝Why would I go anywhere with - ❞

❝We could go back to one of our rooms . . .❞Anthony suggested and Vanille nodded. She looked up at Temperance, heavily frowning under her mask. The other girl rolled her eyes and sighed.

❝Fine.❞ she said, ❝We'll go to mine so I can kick you out as soon as I wish.❞

Vanille laughed, ❝You certainly are Miss TwattyPants, aren't you?❞ she said with a giggle, trying to make it sound as annoying as possible. She was really against going to Temperance's room because she said she could kick them out whenever she wanted, but Vanille wouldn't be having that.

This twat would listen to what they had to say, whether Vanille had to kill her again or not.

When Vanille walked into the room, her nose scrunched up. She reaaaaally would have preferred her own room, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She hopped onto the couch that was adjacent from the table where TwattyPants herself sat, and then took a breath, ❝Okay,❞ she started, ❝Anthony, Cherno, and me have experienced a time jump from a future time where you and Madeline died for some currently unknown reason. The reason for the time jump was because Harley Jackson summoned a witch named An - ❞

Oh. Would saying it summon her again? Ahhh, she didn't know. That girl in the lobby. Analynne had come from her. Did it only work by saying it in her presence? Hmm. Well, it was definitely best not to risk it.

❝ . . . He summoned a witch, and she sent us all back to this time, to this morning. I'm not really very sure whyyy it was this morning, but I think it might have been to save you and Madeline Moore from dying.❞ she went on, using her hands vividly to explain, ❝'Course, feel free to not believe! It's your funeral ~ !❞ she finished in a sing-song voice.

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"If you will not listen to me, then maybe you will listen to your roommate." Marina turned her eyes toward Ben. Ben felt his throat tighten. How would he make someone as skeptic as Elliot believe them? Marina continued, trailing off temporarily and asking Olivia how long they had been dead. Ben wondered that himself. How much time had Olivia spent worrying about his disappearance? How long was it until she discovered the truth?

After Marina had finished speaking, Ben spoke up. "I know it seems pretty..." He grasped for the right word. "Farfetched. I didn't even considered it to be possible, either, until one of the Bellhurst students, John Quincy, died shortly after they arrived." Silently, he added, And then Marina and I died as well. He wasn't sure what else to say about the matter.

 

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She finally got off the monorail and it was dark out. She looked up at the towering school and was amazed by it's structure.​

I need to get home tonight... when is the last train?​

I don't know...​

Bronagh adjusted her hat and sighed, today she happened to be wearing stylish clothing compared to what she usually wears. It was laundry day, and they were one of the few outfits she had clean. She turned on her phone and loaded Google Maps, she used it to find the coffee shop.​

When she got there she looked around and realized at that moment she had no idea who she was looking for. Bronagh sighed and kicked her legs and looked back at her phone messages from this girl named Marina. At that moment she noticed the end of the message.​

Body Swapping?​

 

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Vanille hopped onto the couch that was adjacent from the table where Temperance herself sat, and then took a breath, ❝Okay,❞ she started, ❝Anthony, Cherno, and me have experienced a time jump from a future time where you and Madeline died for some currently unknown reason. The reason for the time jump was because Harley Jackson summoned a witch named An - ❞ Where was she going with that? An... What was that name from the small print? An-something? Analynne, right? So they were claiming to have come back from the future because of Harley Jackson? Why is that not surprising? ❝ . . . He summoned a witch, and she sent us all back to this time, to this morning. I'm not really very sure whyyy it was this morning, but I think it might have been to save you and Madeline Moore from dying.❞ she went on, using her hands vividly to explain, ❝'Course, feel free to not believe! It's your funeral ~ !❞ she finished in a sing-song voice.

"You're joking. This is a big fat funny joke. Hah Hah!" She stood from her spot and moved across the room to her backpack. "And what exactly do you think I am going to do to get myself killed?" Her voice was cold and detached. She looked at them all cynically. She wasn't stupid enough to get herself killed off. Why would she listen to some freak in a mask and that video game loser? Temperance locked eyes with Cherno and her scowl faltered just briefly. Maybe there was one reason, but that was absurd. She wouldn't, not with him. He had been ignoring her for days. Temperance pulled a folded up piece of paper out of her backpack. Why did she even write this thing? It was stupid. Who was she trying to fool?

Temperance held it between her shaky fingers and began to tear it up. She shouldn't have wrote it. It was stupid. The paper ripped between her fingers and fell in tiny piles back inside her bag. No one would see it now. No one... She bit her lip. She was stronger than this. All three of them said they were from the future. It couldn't be a coincidence. Nothing in this game was a coincidence. They were either pulling a huge prank on her (and she knew pranks well), or they were telling the truth. She wanted to believe it was the former, but Cherno wasn't one to pull pranks. Anthony maybe, and obviously a girl in a mask couldn't be trusted, but definitely not Cherno. Temperance pursed her lips. A wave of nausea washed over her and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Not now!

"I have to-" she mumbled, but could not finish the sentence in time. Temperance ran to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat up forcefully. Her mouth opened wide as the acidic bile escaped her throat. This was just perfect.

 

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It was pretty impressive, that they got Temperance to agree to speak with them. Though it had to be her room, and not any of the others. That was a bummer but easily dealt with.

Masked girl took point, leaving him to nod to very her points. But then the girl just took out a piece of paper and ripped it up. What was that about? Then she rushed off to the bathroom. Wow. She was really weird...

Well, why she was gone may as well try and see what that paper was... But all torn up made it hard to read, though he still tried.

 

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After Marina had finished speaking, Benjamin spoke up. "I know it seems pretty..." He grasped for the right word. "Farfetched. I didn't even considered it to be possible, either, until one of the Bellhurst students, John Quincy, died shortly after they arrived." As Benjamin spoke, she scrolled through her tumblr to search for any replies from the Bellhurst students. To her satisfaction, they had all sent messages. She breathed a silent sigh of relief. Marina had responded to each of them. Message after

http://bronaghwilliamson.tumblr.com/]message after message after
http://vermilion-clouds.tumblr.com/]message. How wonderful it was that the Bellhurst simpletons seemed to be much more trusting then her BAE counterparts. What she had not been expecting, was to see a familiar purple-haired shorty in a beanie come walking through the coffee shop doors.

Sure, she sent the messages awhile ago, but she had not intended anyone to show up; especially not Bronagh- Anthony perhaps, but not Bronagh. Bronagh did not seem to know anything about this, from what she understood in their brief tumblr conversation. The silly girl looked confused. That was understandable. She did not know anyone here, not anymore. Marina locked eyes with her and smirked. It was kind of cute how lost she looked. She might have even considered her a friend, were it not for the fact that Bronagh was a girl. That hug was a one time thing. "Excuse me for just a moment," she said to the others before standing up and exiting the table. Marina walked over to the girl by the entrance and gave a small wave. "Bronagh. I was not expecting your arrival. Please, come and join us. I must say, I have not seen you since the helicopter crash. It would appear as if your legs are currently fine." She gestured back to the group of people at the table in the back.

 

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"Bronagh. I was not expecting your arrival."​

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She didn't jump but she turned her head to the girl speaking to her a bit quickly.​

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"Please, come and join us. I must say, I have not seen you since the helicopter crash. It would appear as if your legs are currently fine."​

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At that moment she looked down at her legs for a moment but decided not to question anything. Unless they were fond of pulling jokes involving injuries, she had little doubt what she was saying was a lie.​

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This girl is lucky I am a little gullible.​

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She wanted to reply, but she didn't know her and went into her shyness state. Although it might not have been clearly noticeable. This wasn't the best time for her to pull a hyper act either. So she obediently followed her to the group of people, not really like a puppy or anything, more so like a little kid. She didn't really care either, what was she going to lose?​

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Although she had reached the table of people, she nodded a hello at them but didn't sit down. She still felt the need to stand. She didn't know whether or not she would be filled in with whatever was already discussed, she really didn't care if she was or not. The message she had sent out seemed like a rather urgent thing.​

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Heidi liked the hotsprings, but they were not fun by herself. It wasn't like she would have anyone to enjoy them with anyway. She had no friends, well, there was Altair. Did he count as a friend? There was this strange feeling inside of her that she could not put her finger on. Why did she feel so empty inside when she had been so happy before they left for the hot springs? Something felt like it was missing. Heidi pulled herself out of the water, the towel still wrapped around her. She hadn't felt comfortable enough to take it off. It didn't matter if it was an all girls' bath, not even girls should see her unsightly marks. The towel didn't provide coverage of her arms and legs, but at least it would cover the other stuff.

She walked back into the locker room quickly. Water dripped down her body as she pulled open the locker and grabbed the clothes from within. The men's pajamas were still too large on her small frame and she was swimming in Temperance's jacket. She pulled on the coat Altair had given her over the jacket and slipped her bare feet into the sneakers. Her hair was dripping all over the coat, but she paid it no mind. Heidi walked out of the locker room absent-mindedly. She didn't bother checking for Altair, assuming he was still enjoying himself. She thought she saw his familiar white hair, but was too spacey to know for sure.

Heidi made her climb up the stairs and back to their room. If he wasn't in the bath, then he would surely be there. She wanted to spend every second with him, as if he might disappear if she didn't. Heidi was afraid to take her eyes off him for even a second. She walked past a small group in the hall. Two girls and guy were gathered together talking. Her eyes lingered on the older blond guy for a moment, before looking away in frustration. She felt like she knew him, but couldn't place it. He was here at the hot springs, meaning he was no doubt a student. She probably saw him during her few opportunities to actually attend school. Heidi continued walking until she reached the door, but then realized she did not have a key. She should have asked Altair for one. Now she was stuck in the hall outside of their room.

 

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She was gone by the time the lobby crew came to clean up the mess she made. Everything was a blur and she was feeling extremely sick. She gave up on finding Simon. Something told her she wouldn't be finding anything soon. There was someone else she wanted to find but with her headache and how sick she felt, she couldn't quite remember who. ​

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Her head was spinning. ​

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When she arrived back in her room, she went straight to her bed without changing clothes and fell onto the mattress face first, smashing her nose into her pillow.​

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...There was something eating away at her. ​

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It was a feeling of dread, and loneliness that made her feel empty and sort of carved out, like a jack-o-lantern.​

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The usual soft, calming brightness around her was darkening, and there was this tiny voice in the back of her skull that she couldn't quite understand at first. It sounded urgent, and garbled, and broken up into little segments...but it looped in her head and made her muscles tighten as she tried to fall asleep.​

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❝Kill yourself.❞​

 

Unfortunate for Alex, he never went through with his plan. Instead he got distracted after taking what was supposed to be a quick dip in the hot springs. So when he realized what time it was, he had no choice but to head back to his room and go to sleep.

 

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Marina glanced out the window and noticed how dark it suddenly was. Where had the time gone? She felt she had not accomplished anything at all. Did they even believe her? It was hard to tell. They could not stay at Ishmael all night, and she did not feel right just returning to their dorm rooms, especially now that Bronagh had joined them. She pursed her lips before dialing a number on her phone. She spoke low and fast to a voice on the other end. When the call was finished, she tucked the phone away in her coat pocket before standing and stepping away from the table. "I wish for us to continue this conversation, but it is getting late. I just phoned a car and it will be here in a few minutes. I do hope you will all join me at my family's estate for the night. I do not know how much time Benjamin and I have been granted with all of you, and I do not wish for it to be wasted. Please join me." Her expression was soft and full of concern. She had never felt so raw and open in front of such a group of people. Dying apparently had that affect on her.

She slipped the coat on over her arms and threw the coffee cup into the trash can before exiting the shop. It was cold outside and dark now. She did not understand how they managed to spend their entire day there, but it was no longer important. When the car arrived, she flagged it down and slipped inside, waiting for the others to climb in. Marina rode in silence during the long drive back to her family home. She hated being here and no doubt her mother would have a freak attack when she realized there were a bunch of BAE students in the house on a school night. Clearly they would not be attending classes the next day, if there even was a next day. Would she wake up tomorrow still in the past, or would she never wake up again? The very thought of it sent an indescribable pain through her entire being. When the car pulled up to the large home, she stepped out. Her heels crunched under the gravel as she walked from the drive to the sidewalk.

Marina opened the doors wide for the others. She never brought anyone home. The only person that had ever been for her choosing was Dylan. Elliot and Olivia were always present at the New Year's party, but she rarely spoke to them during those festivities. The grand staircase in the entry hall was rather imposing to new guests, but she paid it no mind. Marina moved to the foot of the staircase and turned to face everyone. "There are guest rooms all down the hall to the right once you reach the top of the stairs. My room is all the way at the end on the left. If you need anything, there are intercoms in each of the rooms which connect to various parts of the house." A woman in iron pressed black pants and a cream button down blouse walked out from the dining hall. "This is Lidia, she is one of our maids. She will show you to your rooms. I hope I will be able to wake and see you all in the morning. Goodnight."

She smiled sweetly at each one of them before turning to ascend the stairs. Her heels clicked up the marble steps and she walked until she reached her room. Marina entered and changed quickly before crawling into bed. She was so afraid of not waking up, but it was a risk she had to take. Sleep was important. Marina closed her eyes before drifting off into a nightmare filled dream. Those small children flashed over and over again in her mind.