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{ DAY : 13 - 1/3 } • { DECEMBER 12, 2012 } • { LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM // DINING HALL }​

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When Kallisti woke that morning, her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat up and looked over to the next bed. There was a lump of a body in it, but she couldn't tell if that lump was breathing or not. She pulled herself up and out of the warmth of her sheets, not realizing she wasn't wearing any pants, and slowly lifted the lip of the covers over the lump.

Madeline was still there and Kallisti let out a breath of relief. A few more seconds passed and she checked for breathing. Still breathing. If Harley hadn't been lying about her dying in this . . . 'previous' timeline, that meant that they had saved her from dying. A relief.

She sat back down on her bed and began to really, for the first time, think on what Harley had told her. If Madeline really had died, how had that affected Kallisti? What had Kal done? Had she committed suicide in grief? Hah. Suicide, what a joke. Kallisti may have been capable of loving and losing, but she wasn't so stupid . . . Self-preservation - suicide was a last resort.

At this day and time in Timeline One, Madeline Moore had no particularly strong feelings for Kallisti Lein, and the same was said going the other way. There was a potential, but both of them were much smarter than that. No romance, after all. She laughed under her breath; they could always have a platonic relationship. Harley had many of those, and he still was not dead.

Perhaps it would be best to stay away from Madeline.

Kallisti sighed dismally as the thought forced her up and into clothing. Perhaps she didn't want to stay away from Madeline. They could be . . . friends? Friends. She might like that. But no romance to speak of.

After dressing and putting clothing on, she wondered if they had all really been sent back in time to save those who had died. If it really had been a demon, why would she do something to benefit the victims? Perhaps to spite Crestatia. Someone should have asked.

Kallisti left a note for Madeline ( albeit, it was on strange paper ) and left the room for the dining hall to have a bit of breakfast.

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Vanille had been up long before Temperance tried to give her a rude awakening. It was mandatory for people like her to be up before the crack of dawn. She'd even had a different mask on, different clothes on, and everything!

To be honest, the whipping of the blankets almost caused her to kick TwattyPants in the face, hard. She wouldn't have minded that, really, but she had to keep her composure. Disappointing!

❝Hero Anthony!❞ she said, jumping up to make herself noticeable from behind the taller TwattyPants. Her mask was a little loose, and so after jumping, she tightened up the white mask and lovingly traced the black and teal accents with her finger. She hoped that her white sclera ( they made her normally blue eyes all white ) contacts wouldn't freak anyone out!

There was another girl with Anthony who was taller than her, and had long dark, pretty hair. The Hero had a Princess, maybe? Or maybe it was his sister. Not that Anthony wasn't capable of getting a Princess, but the girl looked more like a loving, older sister. She smiled. She'd always wanted an older sister.

Oh, that's right. Madeline - how was she? Not that Vanille knew what she looked like at all, but maybe she was okay! Hmm. Hmm. HMMM. Maybe she should go check on them . . . She nodded her head to herself, confirming.

❝'Scuse me!❞ she announced to TwattyPants, Anthony, and Anthony's lady-friend. Twatty was in the way! ❝I've gotta go check on some other stuff. I'll be back soon!❞ Vanille slid under Twatty and jumped up and around Anthony smoothly, and then she was in the hall, waving at the three of them,❝Good luck Hero, I'm counting on you!❞

Vanille took the stairs all the way down to the lobby and asked for a few room numbers. The man looked at her, a bit frightened, but she tried to calm him by giving him her best smile, and after ten minutes of waiting, she had the room numbers she was waiting for and began bounding up the stairs once more, looking for the girl named Eleanora Lewis. She was supposedly here with her brother, Simon, but Vanille wasn't sure.

When she arrived on the floor where said girl was supposed to be, she knocked on the door and waited for the right person to open it.

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Not working for me...​

H-holding this in is not working for me...​

xLittle birdy's gone insane​

"What is this game?" she whispered to herself as she made the bed she had just slept in. She didn't want to be rude, although in reality she was a slob.​

xShe doesn't know it yet, but she is​

Bronagh's hat fell off and she felt her phone vibrate. The police were trying to call her, she wasn't responding. She wouldn't dare answer the phone, she was sick of them.​

xI hope she doesn't mind being an orphan​

This is a waste of my time... my mother is dead... and I am sitting here in a house for no reason except that I followed an email from a girl who claims to be from the future? Maybe she is insane!​

xI hope she doesn't mind crying​

My mom could be alive right now...​

I always called her names... insulted her...​

But she was my mom... she watched over me while dad was dead... even if a poor job.​

How do I repay her? I run off... to find a girl though a Tumblr message!​

xBut is this birdy low enough to commit suicide?​

Bronagh left the room she had been a guest in. Her hat was still in the room but she didn't bother to get it... she was too distressed.​

xWant to place a bet?​

Stop it Bronagh you are better than this.
xI'm the one controlling her, is that even fair?​

Bronagh stopped herself and closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she felt her forehead. She was coping with this the wrong way, but why was she here? What the hell was wrong with her?​

xDo you really think
Was her mother's death not more important than this game?​

xI have any control over my character's fate?​

Was this game some form of chessboard or something?​

Did this girl, Marina, get high playing The Game of Life?​

I wasn't even at the coffee shop long enough to have things explained to me.​

xHow about we don't bet​

Bronagh looked around and brushed her hair in front of her face.​

xwe just wait to see what others do.​

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Marina lifted her gaze at the sound of footsteps. Which watched as Elliot entered the dining room and smiled at him. He sat down silently and waited a beat before finally greeting her. "G-good morning..." She smirked. Elliot and his stutter always made her smile. He was such a nonbeliever and yet he had still come with.

"Good morning to you as well, Elliot." Her voice was light and airy and she watched as the kitchen door flew open. Lidia, accompanied by a few of the other kitchen staff, came out carrying platters of food. There were pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, fruit, biscuits, french toast, waffles, ham, and more. It was accompanied by milk, orange and apple juice, coffee, and pitchers of water. They went about setting the table and she continued to watch Elliot. "How was the room? Did you choose the same as last time?" As much as he disliked her, their families were tied in the socioeconomic standings. The annual masquerade would be coming up soon. Would she actually be attending this time, or would she die right before it again? How to make a nonbeliever believe again? "You know, I could read your palm again. I also have a second set of cards up in my room. I could show you the same way I did before. That would most likely renew your belief in the words I say. Or, we could encounter Olivia passed out next to a dead body like last time. That definitely seemed to do the trick." She chuckled lightly to herself as she scooped some fruit onto her plate. Was that boy still dead, or had he come back to life as well?

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❝'Scuse me!❞ Vanille announced to Temperance, Anthony, and Elizabeth. ❝I've gotta go check on some other stuff. I'll be back soon!❞ Vanille slid under Temperance and jumped up and around Anthony smoothly, and then she was in the hall, waving at the three of them,❝Good luck Hero, I'm counting on you!❞

Temperance rolled her eyes. Just typical. No one wanted to tell her anything after insisting that she listened to them. She was ready to walk out the door too, but she needed her phone first. "If you don't open your mouth and speak I'm shutting the door in your face," she said matter of factually. Temperance turned on her heel and moved back into her room to snatch her phone off the table. She hadn't looked at it yet, but she could already guess there would be a surplus of messages from Lindsey with the way she had been calling the night before. When she slipped it in her pocket, she turned back around to face Anthony and his sister. Why did he have Elizabeth with him? As if things weren't bad enough. I need to get rid of them so I can go talk to that jackass. She had a few choice words to share with Cherno. First being the fact that he just left without a word last night.

She pursed her lips and brushed the long black hair out of her face and into a low bun. She made an effort to never look this grubby in public, except on certain days, but there wasn't much to choose from pants-wise in the gift shop.

 

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John had snapped his phone shut and ceased his conservation with his mother. Last time he didn't get to even say goodbye. Was that running water? How strange, the place was still dark. Maybe she was sleeping still and was running the water for a bath or sleeping spell or something strange, his footsteps were quiet as he approached her bed and lightly felt her sheets. Nothing there, but her lights were off in the bathroom and her blankets were clearly flung off. His thoughts flashed back to a run down but still neat and foresty house in the suburbs. Warning bells flashed in his cranium and speed could not be the word to define how fast he scrambled across the bed and shouldered through the slightly cracked door.

Sweet. Saint. Pete. His mouth opened to shriek out her name but he contained himself. She was still. So still. Too still. The bottom of his shoes were getting wet. He ignored that thought and didn't even bother with flipping the light switch that would illuminate one of his greatest fears. Light let his mind process and register the tinged water. The reddish hued water obscure her body but his mind didn't stop there. In seconds he let his eyes roam over the red tides to the source of this off color bath. Her wrists still pumping her scarlet life essence and they steadily leaked by the minute. His heart thudded in his chest as he dropped to his knees and prayed he had more time with her.

His hand plunged into the water and wrapped around her pale flesh. The water was warm and that surprised him but he didn't know why. The slosh of the water continuing to spill over the edge was irrelevant. The fear and sadness he felt at seeing her vibrance pale with her skin was irrelevant. The queasy feeling in the pit of his belly was irrelevant too, as was her comfort as he pulled his soaked arms out of the water and set her on her back. Stay calm. For her sake. Blink the water out of your eyes. For God`s sake, you are the chosen one. Saved from the fire and brought back from death. Bring her back too! Make another miracle. He blinked furiously and didn't bother wasting a single millisecond.

His synapses firing as his heterochromic eyes blinked rapidly throughout his adrenalin pumped actions. Screw looking for the first aid. The sound of running water and the squeak of a lot toilet paper being pulled filled the room as he continued to open and shut his eyes and keep his fingers focused and still. Wrap. Wrap and stay damnit! She cut so deep. Maybe too deep. His chest rose and fell faster at that thought and he banished it for now as he carried on wrapping the paper around her wet wrists as best he could. So cold and lifeless, that small and daintily built wrist. Phone find the phone! He finished the second knot around the source of red flowing from her and quickly and shakily made sure the blood was not seeping through.

He bit his lip as he stared at the phone. No cops. **** her for being a damn orphan. He knew a hospital would probably save her, but after being released, she would be sent to an orphanage, probably medicated to high hell once they found out about her crazy...Or even worse, sent to an asylum...He would be able to plead for his mother to adopt the girl, but there was no way he'd be able to get her out of the asylum--or find the orphanage she was sent to, for that matter. He didn't have those kinds of resources.

His eyes began to drown. He was crying again. What more could he do? This was no time for contemplation though. His knees were wet now. But no time to dwell on the unwanted situation. Gingerly he locked one arm under her shoulders and another under her kneecaps and sent his mind into overdrive again. He laid her down in her bed and listened to to her nose. Breath!? Jesus, he couldn't tell, it was much too faint if it were there at all. His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. CPR? He didn't know how? Couldn't doing it wrong kill her? He didn't want that at all right now but it seemed like it was his only option? Give your son favor tonight. So that he may save a daughter.

He leaned in pinched her nose and blew gently into her mouth before shifting on his knees to her chest and pumping the center of her lifeless flesh with five counted measured press. Palm over hand style before repeating the process again and again. He panicked and softly slapped her cheek.

"Wake up you magical idiot! Wake up for God! Wake up for me, this isn't supposed to happen so why is it?!" He sobbed before trying to perform his own version of CPR. Stifling his tears he stopped pumping and looked quick and wildly about the room for something. Anything to spare her life. He found nothing and so he put his back into CPR as his tears flowed with her blood.

 

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Despite how action-less his night had been, he had a pretty glorious sleep. Sure, it was an unfamiliar place, but it was of the same standards as his room at Antilum. Though he often avoided thinking about it, a part of him dared to wonder how differently things would be had he not been raised in such conditions. Oddly enough, he figured it wouldn't be so lonely all of the time and would possibly be happier. He crinkled his nose and stared quietly up at the ceiling before he finally decided to get up and leave the room.

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The warmth of sleeping next to Heidi was very soothing. Though he only chose to sleep with her due to lack of space, he found that he made the right choice in the end. The feeling of holding somebody close while drifting off to sleep was a very enjoyable one. It was almost as if it was guaranteed by holding her she would never leave him...she would never leave him like the others. He was always one to sleep in and at this moment he really didn't wish to awake, but he couldn't just sleep all day and soon enough, Altair began to awaken from his slumber.

As his eye lids slowly opened up, Altair's golden eyes caught sight of Heidi's face being covered by her arms. "Come now Heidi, I know I'm ugly but do you really have to hide your face in order to block out the ugliness?" Altair joked as he let out a small chuckle and removed his arm from her. Sitting up on the bed, Altair stretched out his arms and let out a relaxed smile, "Well then that was quite relaxing" Altair said as he got off the bed and smiled over at Heidi "I hope you were able to sleep well. Sorry about bunking with you, there was a possibility that somebody was going to occupy the other bed and I felt you wouldn't mind if I joined you" Altair said as he walked up to the nearby table that held his red bandana "if your ever annoyed though don't hesitate to kick me off the bed or anything" Altair said as he tied the bandana over his forehead.

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Morning soon arose and the rays of the sunlight soon reached the face of Casey. With his eyes fluttering open, Casey sat up and stretched until he realize this was definitely not his room. "Where the hell-....oh yeah I'm in psychic Mari's house....its pretty nice" Casey said as stopping himself before he could overreact (which was quite a feat). With a smile, Casey hopped out of his bed and like the good boy he was, made the bed as neatly as he could. With the task done Casey walked out with a bigger smile and headed into the dinning room "Gooood moooooooorning" Casey said not too loudly as he walked in

 

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Sunlight poured through the blinds. The warmth tickled at her face and woke her from a decent slumber. With a yawn and a stretch, she twisted her body under the warm sheets to see if Quin was there. When she was not, Madeline let out a breath she had been holding. Good, she could relax. But what was that on the table?

Delicately, she pulled herself out of bed and rested her feet on the cool floor. Slim fingers reached out to pluck the decorative picture up into her hands while bright green eyes skimmed the contents. Once finished, she rolled her eyes and crumpled the piece of paper up before collapsing back onto the bed. How annoying. ...No, she wouldn't lie, not even to herself. How disappointing. To have to be instructed, like a child being told not to touch a hot stove. She knew better.

Though, apparently at one time, she did not.

Stuffing the paper under her pillow, she decided to get dressed and head into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She applied light make up and sighed at her reflection in the mirror. So physically tired...But she felt oddly refreshed today. Like good things were going to happen. ...She was probably wrong.

Slipping into her shoes, she decided she would head down to get something light to eat after all. Maybe she would go skiing today?

It didn't take her too long to see the girl. Before she sat down, though, she fixed herself a bowl of fruit and almonds with a bottled water.

"Good morning, Quin."

Her voice was of a neutral tone. She genuinely hoped thing didn't change too drastically between them, but...it would take some time before she really felt completely comfortable again.

 

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Bronagh still had no idea where she was going in this mansion, it wasn't until she had seen one of the boys from the coffee shop walking through the house like it wasn't a big deal walk into what was the dining room. She followed pretty far behind so it didn't seem like she was follow him, but at the same time she was debating whether or not to just exit the front door.​

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Bronagh's hair was still covering the front of her face, when she went to fix her hat it wasn't there. Oh well, she sat at another one of the empty chairs and nodded and said a silent, "Hello." but other than that she was so absorbed in her thoughts about her mother at that moment she couldn't have known if she was being rude or not.​

 

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{ DAY : 13 - 2/3 } • { DECEMBER 12, 2012 } • { LOCATION : HOTEL DINING HALL }​

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Kallisti had thought a great deal on what to do when she was in the situation of interacting with Madeline. It would be some time yet that they would act normally - if one could call their previous behavior normal - around each other. If being close to her meant that one of them had to die, the she wasn't sure she wanted anything to do anyone.

It would be pitiable if it weren't for self-preservation.​

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She continued to eat her strawberries and other mixed fruit ( oranges in particular ) when a set of footsteps approached from behind. It could have been anyone, but she pegged it as Harley or Madeline. That wretched boy just couldn't seem to leave her alone, and she wished that she knew why. He had always seemed like the . . . stalker type, to her - ah, not exactly. A person who would stalk her and her alone, but why? Obsession? Curiosity?​

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" Good morning, Quin, "​

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Kallisti momentarily tensed up at the sound of the voice, but then let go in the relief that it wasn't Harley. Madeline sat down at the table, across from her, looking rather bright and refreshed. It was nice to see her like that.​

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" Good morning - " The stall was brief, unnoticeable, but Kallisti considered what to call her, " - Madeline. " She had debated calling her 'Miss Madeline', but that was far too formal, even if things were to be a bit awkward. She was sure the other wouldn't appreciate the formality at all, and more than likely would have rolled her eyes.​

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A brief silenced passed between them as Kallisti drank some of her hot tea. She considered, hovering her mouth over the ceramic cup, what topic their conversation should be about - if anything. One of the skills that had been bred into her was natural speaking, but she never used it because she was more of an observer, rather than a speaker.​

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" It is a shame we will be leaving today, I had not even the chance to go to the hot springs. " she began conversationally, " I suppose what with all this confusion of timelines, there was really no time at all. " ​

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Ah, she felt like it was never going to be so easy between them again.​

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" I wonder what the school board will do, now that our school is in ruins? " she asked, more to herself than to the other girl, " Perhaps they will send us to another school. " Her nose involuntarily scrunched up at the thought, and a list of schools compiled in her mind. At the front of that list was the Brookridge Academy of Excellency, the private boarding school that she was supposed to attend. She never would have fit in with that crowd.​

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Marina laughed lightly at Elliot and glanced up with a smile as Theodore entered the dining room. "Ah, Theodore, good morning." She smiled sweetly at him and giggled as she took a bite of scrambled eggs. "Did you sleep well?" she asked in her soprano singsong voice. Another pair of footsteps sounded through the hall and Casey entered the dining room as well.

"Gooood moooooooorning," said Casey as he happily sat down.

"Welcome Casey. How was everything for you last night?" Then another pair of feet came padding through lightly. Everyone seemed to be filing down to breakfast one after another. Bronagh entered, but she did not seem to share the same enthusiasm as everyone else.

"Hello," she said softly as she took a seat.

Marina watched the person she shared a body with for days, carefully. Something appeared off. "Bronagh is something the matter? You appear to be rather forlorn on such a beautiful morning." She paused and smiled at her thoughtfully. For being a below average female, Marina had taken a mild shining to her. "I need not be psychic to tell that something is amiss." There was plenty amiss given the situation, but this was completely different. "Did you remember or something? I can imagine finding that you crushed your legs to be rather unfortunate."

 

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Bronagh didn't look up at first. She wasn't one of those people who would outwardly open up about something. Bronagh faked a smile and spoke, "No, I did not remember something..." She looked directly at Marina and spoke,"Something just happened I was not expecting this morning..." Bronagh brushed her hair more in her face and spoke "Although I doubt I would have talked about it ... Do you know what the state of my family life was in the future?"​

 

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"Come now Heidi, I know I'm ugly but do you really have to hide your face in order to block out the ugliness?" Altair joked as he let out a small chuckle and removed his arm from her. Wh-what? She removed her arms from her face. It had nothing to do with being ugly. Why would he think that? It's called teasing deary. Teasing? Sitting up on the bed, Altair stretched out his arms and let out a relaxed smile, "Well then that was quite relaxing" She scrambled to her knees and sat upright as he got off the bed and smiled over at her. "I hope you were able to sleep well. Sorry about bunking with you, there was a possibility that somebody was going to occupy the other bed and I felt you wouldn't mind if I joined you" Altair said as he walked up to the nearby table that held his red bandana "if you're ever annoyed though don't hesitate to kick me off the bed or anything" Altair said as he tied the bandana over his forehead.

"N-no!" she said a bit too earnestly. "I-I mean... i-it was f-fine." Her cheeks burned again and she buried her face in the sheets. They smelled like him and she smiled to herself. Heidi tried to calm her nerves before peaking out from under the covers. "A-are you h-hungry? We could... we could go eat?" Anything to change the subject. Sharing a bed had been quite nice, but she was too embarrassed to share that with him. It didn't seem right for anyone to want to share a bed with her.

 

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( DAY :: 13 - 2/3 ) • ( DECEMBER 12, 2012 ) • ( LOCATION :: DINING HALL )​

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Vanille looked worriedly at the door when no one answered, but she supposed that she couldn't just go busting in there like she was the cops, ready to take down someone, so she decided to leave it for now. Hopefully, Eleanora was okay!

She went bounding down the hallway and decided to take the elevator this time. When she reached the lobby, she decided that maybe now was a good time to catch a little breakfast. She walked across the lobby and turned down a hallway that led through a lounge to get to the large, very nice dining hall. There weren't many people eating, but she did spot a couple that made her smile.

Madeline Moore and Kallisti Lein, both still alive and kickin'. Vanille didn't know if she could be more happy about anything at this time. Leaving the two girls to each other, she went to get a small plate of bacon and french toast, and then some milk, fruit, and cream. Yum, yum, she loved cream.

Vanille began to think of all of the things that were going to happen in the future. John Quincy, would he die? Would Altair Geis kill everyone again? Would Theodore Weldon host a meeting where they would be sent back in time once more? What about Cherno Plume and Elliot Anderson - would they infiltrate one of the sanctums of Project Damocles to save Olivia Suchet?

There were so many things that were unsure, and even though she had lived through it all once, she wasn't sure if she could do it again! So much for only having one hundred days to live . . .

She wondered; what of Harley and his lady-friend? They seemed really close at that party, but now . . . They didn't even know each other. Or it seemed that way, because Harley didn't say anything about her. Her name was . . . Heidi? Heidi Lan . . . Lam . . . Lane . . . Layne. That was it. She was an escapee from the hospital. What was her diagnosis? Oh, yeah, schizophrenia. Hmm. Harley was pretty protective, so she gueeeeessed it wasn't really that weird that the two of them were friends.

Chewing on a strip of bacon thoughtfully, Vanille decided it would be nice if they became friends again.

In the meantime, she would have to call mom and tell her all the progress that was made.

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John ran his fingers through his golden strands, pushing his hair put of his eyes and away from his face. He gazed down at the lightly covered body of the girl named Eleanora. He only had a few options left. And none of them were any pleasant to him. But he was running out of time, if she was even still alive.

His fingers fumbled into his pockets as he dial nine-one-one. He took a deep breath as it rang. It was strange to feel relieved that she may be possibly okay. But sad because he would probably never see her again. His white knuckles grip began paler as he stood up to his full heights and spoke.

"I need a paramedic to come to the Trembling Mountain in Brookridge. Yes. The hot springs. Hurry. My kid sister has lost a lot of blood and I am scared she won't make it. " he said it all plainly despite the way his heart turned as he looked at her. He was told a team was dispatched as soon as he said blood. His hand wrapped around her's gently and he waited until the door was burst open. What the men saw was not expected but they were not payed to investigate. He introduced himself as her elder brother and was allowed to sit beside her as she was loaded into the back of the vehicle. As it shut the doors and sped off, he prayed that his lie would hold, even if he had to make it a reality.

 

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" Good morning ... Madeline. "

She blinked and took an almond into her mouth with an exhale. After a moment or two she decided not to take the pause personally. Besides, she had called her Madeline. That was a nice thing.

" It is a shame we will be leaving today, I had not even the chance to go to the hot springs. I suppose what with all this confusion of timelines, there was really no time at all. "

After a few seconds, she decided it was a shame. So much time wasted being spun around in confusion...She hadn't even had any fun yet.

" I wonder what the school board will do, now that our school is in ruins? Perhaps they will send us to another school. "

Another school sounded terrible. Not that she really enjoyed Bellhurst.

"I hope not another school. I would really rather...not. Also, I was...thinking about going skiing before heading home. Or doing something not to make this a waste, at least."

Once she lifted her gaze to Quin's and finished a raspberry, she shrugged.
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Bronagh did not look up at first. She forced a smile and spoke, "No, I did not remember something..." That was too bad. She looked directly at Marina and spoke, "Something just happened I was not expecting this morning..." Oh? Bronagh brushed her hair more in her face and spoke "although, I doubt I would have talked about it ... Do you know what the state of my family life was in the future?"

Well, she was not expecting the conversation to take this sort of turn. Marina glanced at the boys before closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. She rested her hands on the table, palm side up, and let the memories of her time in Dylan's apartment flow back to her. "You said little. I do remember you mentioning your father was no longer with us. When we were in the orb room and learned that none of us truly existed, you became rather sad." she paused, remembering Bronagh's exact wording, "And I haven't wanted to continue on for years...not since my dad died... I wonder what a real life feels like..." Marina opened her eyes and stared directly into Bronagh's. "You made no other mention of familial status that I recall. Is there something you need to get off your chest?" It seemed like a rather private conversation to be having in front of everyone else, but better now then later. Would the others wonder what she was referring to regarding the orb room and not existing? Benjamin and Olivia would understand, but they had yet to come down for breakfast. I wonder if they are reacquainting themselves with one another. She smirked slightly and released a silent giggle. This was not time to be laughing.

 

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The ninja left before he could get a word in for her. This left him and his sister with Temperance, a frightening situation indeed. The fear had even caused him to totally forget why he was there in the first place, causing the boy to freeze up. In fact if it were not for the deadly look Elizabeth was giving the evil temptress he could have fled right then.

However, to avoid bloodshed, he forced himself to speak. He informed the cheerleader of what Marina had told him and that she had remembered the future too. But instead of sticking around to try and explain things to her himself he dragged Liz away and retreated to the safety of the lobby.

 

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Ben sat up and stretched his arms. Good, he was still alive. Whatever happened on the day before, the Bellhurst kids must have managed to prevent it. Hopefully, things would stay that way. Ben found himself questioning his thoughts. Yes, he was resolved in his decision after the trials. What other option was there? He couldn't live knowing he could have given someone else the chance to win the game. But things were different now. If time had really been spun back, then they would be able to prevent the original deaths from happening.​

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Rather than continuing to contemplate his navel, Ben stepped out of the bed. He told Olivia that they needed to speak today, so he might as well do it as soon as possible. He slipped on the clothing he wore the day before, not having the chance to bring a change of clothes before they had come to mansion. He walked over to the room Olivia had chosen the night before and awkwardly rapped on the door.​

 

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He rather not take his mask off here but his stomach beckoned him to do so and thus he did as he began eating. Some pancakes, toast with jam, and eggs were his choice as well as milk. Though it was before he could really dig in when Marina spoke again.

Some palm reading thing... Haha, no thanks. She seemed like she would persist in the matter though so he had to do something to settle matters.

"The c-cards, if you must," he replied, paying his food more attention. However at the mention of Olivia and a dead body his head perked up. What was that about?

No chance to inquire as more people began awaking and entering the room. He returned their greetings but their conversations meant little to him until a rather odd little statement popped up.

"What about not existing?"

 

Alex had gotten his usual slow start to the morning. Going about his usual routine, he put on a simple t-shirt and jeans before leaving. Not much came to mind of things to do today. So why not just go out for the heck of it. There was nothing stopping him. So, with a quick step out the door, he set out on his day.