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After walking for what seemed like forever, they finally decided to call it quits for the night. She had no idea where they were. It didn't matter. All Heidi was sure of, was that she was getting worse and her body ached from all the walking. She couldn't go any further. They took shelter and she curled up into a tiny ball for sleep.​

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[OOC: --- ≈ Wearing ≈ Client: Harley/Casey ≈ Location: Heckle's Manor ≈ Day: 51 3/3 ≈ Saturday January 19th, 2013]​

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Casey was sweet. That is just the way he had always been. "Now come now, I'll have Wallace tend to you...just relax and sleep Mari, you still have to tell me some fortunes after all." Casey said with a smile. He was very very sweet. She smiled back at him, then at Harley. Her head was spinning. She felt feint. If she did not eat something soon she would probably starve to death before the radiation poisoning fully consumed her.​

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"That I do. I will be sure to share with you what I learn very soon." Her eyelids drooped shut. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would eat. Tomorrow she would think more on taking that vial. "Tomorrow..." she muttered softly. "He can help me tomorrow." Right now--right now she just wanted sleep. Sleep is what she needed. Marina was out in her spot on the couch before anything else could cross her mind.​

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Madeline didn't look back during the girl's crazy-fest. She just knew they needed to find the other's quickly before she snapped too badly. It took a lot out of her to stay quiet, though, and when they finally decided to lay down on the side of the road and rest, Madeline picked a spot as far away from her as possible without straying too far.

Sleeping in a bed again would be really nice, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

 

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Casey smiled as he watched Marina drift off to sleep and only sighed when the girl was out. With nothing else left, Casey turned his attention towards Harley and gave him a nod. "I just want to know I am very grateful for you looking over Marina like this" Casey said with a small smile. It was true that Harley really would have done was he did regardless if Casey was around and possibly even better had he not been around. Regardless he was happy that Marina has somebody else she could also rely on. He was really grateful and for him it just felt rude not to say anything to the older teen. Bidding Harley farewell for the night, Casey walked on away from the area. As Casey walked on the big doors to the manor suddenly opened and Casey immediately narrowed his eyes upon realizing just who entered the manor. "Oh great...your her Jackson" Casey said closing his eye with a groan.

"Nice to see you too dude and whoooooooooa just look at the new look...tryin to be a rebel or something Little Casey" the man named Jackson said walking in with load of things. His hair was long and black and his attire was certainly far too casual

With this Casey let out another groan as he facepalmed. Just talking to Jackson was infuriating and all the mocking from the man did not help at all "Just tell me...what news have you recieved?" Casey asked

"Weeeeeeeeell first off no go on the other kiddos and second of all the authorities are still running around like a chicken without its head soooooo I'd say we are in a good position! hell I even brought a shitload of useful things" Jackson said with a grin

From Jackson's words Casey could at least sigh in relief. For now their situation was not as bad as he thought he would and they did have more items to help the others with. With some of these things Wallace would be able to do all kinds of things for them "Well thanks for your help Jackson, I'm heading off to sleep" Casey said lazily as he walked away and sighed.

As he walked on a familiar man stood up ahead, and strangely Casey noticed this man had a look he rarely saw, the butler named Wallace looked like he was unnerved about something. "Something wrong Wallace?" Casey asked

"Hm? oh young sir...no there is nothing wrong, do not pay heed to me" Wallace said with a smile "Why don't you head on over to sleep?" Wallace said

"come now Wallace, you've worked yourself as if you were some sort of robot butler...at least let me help out" Casey said.

"Young sir I must decline, you've done more then the share of work and I am the butler of this manor, its my job after all" Wallace said with a smile "....you have truly grown to be a fine young man. If your mother and father were here they would be bursting with pride" Wallace said "I've....been in service to your family for such a long time and its a great pleasure working for you...." Wallace began to say but paused for a good while "Young Sir....no...Master Casey....I have some information you should know" Wallace said. And so Wallace began to explain this little information and with it Casey listened. He knew this was important and needed to know the details of this. With the conversation done Wallace turned away "now if you'll excuse me I must tend to Lady Marina" Wallace said walking away

With a light smile Casey watched Wallace walk away and sighed. Wallace always tried to deny it, but with all the service he put into the Heckles family it was like he was a part of the family. With this Casey returned to his sleeping spot and soon drifted off to sleep

 

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DAY 52​

January 20th, Saturday​

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The crazy girl seemed to be reaching her breaking point and sleeping on the ground was already uncomfortable as it was so he was up early. His eyes went straight for Heidi as he had imagined her to be hovering over him with a knife at some point in the night. Luckily that seemed to be nothing more than a waking dream.

Sighing out of relief he stood up, going out to the road to see if any cars or people were passing by. When he saw that it was clear he went back to wake the girls, going to Madeline first as he figured it wiser in case today was the day Heidi finally snapped. Two against one and all.

 

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[ DAY : 52 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 20, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : KITCHEN ]​

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Harley didn't remember going to sleep last night, but he woke up next to the couch where Marina slept. He gave a once over to her face, wishing they could have talked more. Despite her condition, she was probably still one of the most beautiful people he had ever met. It seemed that, the whole night, their fingers hand been intertwined with one and other.

He let her hand go and left her side, travelling to the kitchen, hearing knives, steam, and cooking. Servants were working in the kitchen, and then there was Vanille, scooting along, helping who she could.

" Good Morning, Harley! " she popped, slicing up ham with ease, " I told them about the house in the mountains. I think it would be a really good idea to go there! "

Oh. That house, where he had met Lilith. Was she dead, again? Naw, Lilith was smarter than that, more cunning than that - she'd be able to stay out of the eye of Lorinda all that time, hadn't she?

" You're right. " he told her, " Think we should just go, or tell everyone else? "

" Harleeeey, dummy, we can't just leave them here! " He thought about the frail Marina on the couch; did he really want to see her die? There, he was being selfish and he knew it, " Um . . . Harley? Your nose is bleeding. " she said carefully, holding out a napkin. Bleeding nose? Ah, damn. Before she gave it to him, she ran it under cool water, and then he held it to his nose to make the blood flow stop.

Well, at least he wasn't coughing it up, but he had a feeling that he would be soon.

" We'll need to move, soon. Have you checked the trucks for the status of our supplies? " he asked her, holding the cool, becoming-stained napkin to one of his nostrils.

She nodded, absentmindedly playing with a small blade in her hand, " Stopping by here helped a lot too, we'll be able to be on the road for at least a week before we start getting low. "

He thought of the amount of time that it took to get to the large house in the mountains. A few hours at most? They would need capable drivers; he'd be one of them, and . . . Cherno drove the last truck, didn't he? It was settled then. They would have to head out by the end of the day.

Harley asked one of the servants for paper and a red sharpie, then scribbled on writing and stuck it on a wall near the entrance to the kitchen where it'd be most seen. " WE SHOULD MOVE LOCATIONS SOON. THERE IS A HOUSE IN THE MOUNTAINS WHERE WE WILL BE MOVING TO. "

With a sigh, he slipped the marker onto the counter and began checking around for other people that were up.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

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{ DAY : 52 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 20, 2013 } • { LOCATION : OUTSIDE // LIVING ROOM }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : EMOTIONS, EVERYWHERE }​

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Kallisti looked up at the sign that Harley had taped to the wall. Were they really going to move tonight? What would happen to Madeline, and those others? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Perhaps it would be better for her to face reality; they might be dead. They probably were dead.

The realization hurt a little less than she thought it would, but still hurt nonetheless. She didn't ask for this; didn't ask to grow feelings for a girl like Madeline - for Madeline.

Her fingers trailed over the bandages that covered her arm. She felt sick, so she decided to sit down. The others would have to be up soon. they were going to move. She found that she couldn't sit for long, so she went out back, to the trucks. Everything seemed fine there. What was she doing . . . Just finding things to keep her busy.

Her eyes flashed in the direction of where they came. She could do it. She could take one of the trucks, and go back.

" Hi, Quin! " said a happy voice, and Kallisti jumped at its sudden appearance. She spun around to see that Vanille was sitting on top of one of the trucks, and halfheartedly waved, " What'cha doin'? "

She sighed in defeat, " Nothing. I was just checking our supplies . . . "

" Mmmmmmhm, " the smaller girl hummed knowingly, " You were thinking about taking one, weren't'cha? "

Kallisti glared at her, turned away, and walked back into the house. She sighed, slightly glad that Vanille had stopped her. Would she really go out there, all alone, to try and find people who might already be dead? It was a ridiculous notion, and she was almost ashamed of nearly letting her emotions control her.

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Thomas was up and leaping out the bed when he realized he'd gotten enough sleep for the day. He rubbed his eyes as he hurried to the bathroom adjacent to the room he slept in, using the sink to wash places importantly offensive to the human sense of smell. He then scrubbed his face and hair with both hands before he slipped his glasses onto his still drying face. Too impatient to even towel off the water on his body he left his room after putting on his shoes and making sure all he carried with him stayed in his pockets, he rushed down the hall and harumped in fustration as he could not find Casey in the kitchen again. He fixed a small sandwhich and a glass of water and ate it quietly as he settled in the kitchen to wait. He'd read the note in red before he entered and had no issue with moving to a new building. He'd gladly go there, after leading Madeline and the others too it.

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John willed himself to not think of the two most important women in his life for the fifteenth time as he layed in bed and stared up at the ceiling. He sat up and got up and out of the bed. Giving himself a simple cleaning similar to Thomas' as he woke himself up and pushed his thoughts to a more prioritizing mode. Why was he here, with them? They were getting him know where. They had answers so insignificant that they were not worth mentioning anymore. He himself was contributing nothing, and what good was a ex-clergyman who did nothing? A being with complete control of their lives would not want someone that dull around any more. He drifted into the kitchen and let his mind wander to collect more thoughts, his frown detering conversation like he hoped it would. His eyes roved over the sentence on the note quickly and pondered it, where would that get them? Where would running get them? He crossed his arms over his chest and ate a small meal consisting of fruit. As he sat down at the main table in the kitchen, he found that Thomas was already there in the kitchen with him. Good, he could get this guilt out of the way. Now.​

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He cleared his throat and looked Thomas dead in the face, the boy seemed to be contemplating something too. John decided it was not worth asking and spoke nice and clear, well, as nicely as he could manage it. "Thomas, I want to thank you. You didn't have to, but you did. So, thank you, I owe you or something. Right?" He looked off to the side, he didn't know if that's how saving a life worked, but you couldn't just forget about the man who possibly saved you.​

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"It's no problem! Really, you save someone, then you move on. We could be friends or something..but you don't owe me a life debt or something. Otherwise fire fighters and cops would owe a lot of people." John's innocence in the situation put the first smile on his face since he was at Antilum, before the Earth began to shake, and the country wanted them captured.​

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"Oh. Well that's that then." He dumped his bowl in the kitchen sink and went outside to sit on the front porch. He loved that this state was cold a lot, his synapses were firing fast. How could he let the others know, that he was done with running. That sick girl had a point when she was talking in the tunnels. This game was stale, and he was not going to die because of it.​

 

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Marina's eyelids fluttered open. She managed to pull herself into an upright position, leaning against the armrest of the couch. Harley was gone, which was a bit disappointing, but she shrugged it off. She had noticed it, even if no one else had. He was getting sick now as well. She could see the signs. The symptoms started just like that for her, but since she had been outside during the bombings, they progressed much quicker. Her hand slipped into her pocket and pulled out the heavily protected vial. If she had not wrapped it up, it probably would have shattered when she tumbled down the stairs. As if to confirm her fall, a throbbing in her frontal lobe made her wince in pain. How much longer could she last? It would be safest to talk to Theodore first. Marina had no clue what it might due to her. She missed him. Had they gone through all that work just for him to die afterwards? If that was the case, she would feel awful. A knot was slowly beginning to form in the pit of her stomach and she looked ready to throw up.

Her eyes remained locked on the liquid in the vial for just a bit longer. The overwhelming aroma of food enveloped her and reminded her of just how little she had eaten in days--that being not at all. Even when she smashed those vending machines, she ate nothing--only drinking a bit of water. Her legs were trembling as she tried to pull herself off the couch. Marina needed to get up. She would only get weaker if she just sat around and did not stretch her muscles. Marina gripped the back of the couch tightly with one hand, and slipped the vial back into her pocket with the other. She sucked in air, taking deep, tentative breaths with each very slow footstep.

Marina used anything and everything she could for balance. She could not stand being so weak and helpless. It was not in her nature. She was not raised this way. Everything she had learned growing up was centered around taking charge, leading, showing no weakness, and having control. Control meant power and that is what the Sario name represented. They were people power. They always have been. If she took the medicine she would no longer be weak. She could be powerful and take charge, but she had no idea what it would do to her. Guilt seemed to play heavily into it as well. Had this not all been her fault in the first place? You MESSED UP!! The sound of Crestatia's voice echoed in head. How many times had she heard it now? She was trying to make of for dooming everyone the way she did. That wretched Bag Lady was probably her fault too. She had to find her. It was why Marina left in the first place--to make things right. She needed to make amends. No one would be dying so tragically, the land would not be apocalyptic, there would not be so many sick people, and they would not have to be on the run.

Harley, Temperance, Casey, and herself--those were the ones that were clearly already damaged. How long would it take before the others got sick as well? Casey was not sick, but he had lost his eye. Oh Casey. She sighed as she reached out and clung to the doorframe of the kitchen. She stumbled into the rather empty room. The familiar coco colored girl was happily bopping around the room. ❝Vanille, good morning. I do not suppose you could help me with some food? I have not had a single thing to eat in days.❞ That only left the photography boy, Thomas; and the Jesus-is-my-lover-guy, John. She rolled her eyes before making a false step forward. Marina caught herself on a nearby counter. The table was so close, but she could not bring herself to go any further. Her legs quaked beneath her and carefully, she slid down to the floor--resting her back against the cabinets.

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Morning arrived and the long haired man rose up to his feet with a relaxed smile. The house was certainly full and this pleased the man greatly...it made thing much more interesting for him. Getting himself dressed, Jackson walked out of his sleeping chambers and walked on with a grin on his face. To his pleasure he noticed a few of the kids were up and about. "Gooooooooooooooooofd mornin kiddos" Jackson said with a bright grin "nice to meet you all, names Jackson" Jackson said as his eyes noticed a peculiar little message on the wall "....interesting" Jackson said.

 

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( DAY :: 52 - 1/3 ) • ( JANUARY 19, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: KITCHEN )​

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

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Vanille found herself back in the kitchen, helping out the servants again after talking to Kallisti. She really, honestly wouldn't have minded her taking the truck to find her beloved, but that was just supplies that they really needed, and couldn't go to waste!

❝Vanille, good morning.❞ She looked to the opening of the kitchen to see a very sickly-looking Marina. It was really tood bad about her! Maybe not . . . She shrugged, "I do not suppose you could help me with some food? I have not had a single thing to eat in days.❞

❝Sure!❞ she piped cheerfully, and then began fixing Marina a generous plate, watching the servant named Jackson after he had come in. There was something really off about that guy, and she didn't like it. ❝Here you go, Marina!❞ she said after helping the girl to a chair at a counter, and then pouring her a glass of orange juice, ❝You might want to drink that medicine you have, it might make you better ~ ❞

❝Good morning, Jackson!❞ she said, dancing around him, peering through her eerie iron mask, ❝I hope you've had a good morning.❞ And then she danced away to help other servants.

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[ooc: AH SCREW THIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!! Internet at work is all kinds of wacked out. Edited last post like 10x because people kept finishing before me because it's not working right. *cries* I give up.]

❝Sure!❞ Vanille piped cheerfully, and then began fixing Marina a generous plate.

"Gooooooooooooooooofd mornin kiddos," an unfamiliar man greeted with a bright grin, "nice to meet you all. Names Jackson."

❝Here you go, Marina!❞ Vanille said after helping her to a chair at a counter, and then pouring her a glass of orange juice, ❝You might want to drink that medicine you have, it might make you better ~ ❞ Marina's eyes widened in surprise. How had she known? It was true that Vanille knew way more than she should, but the fact that she was aware Marina had Theodore's medicine caused a shiver to go down her spine. ❝Good morning, Jackson!❞ Vanille said, dancing around him, ❝I hope you've had a good morning.❞ And then she danced away to help other servants. She was an odd duck, to say the least.

Marina nodded at the man as well. "Nice to meet you as well Jackson," she said through sips of orange juice. She spent more time staring at the food than actually eating it. Having gone so long without anything decreased her appetite. She may have been starving, but she could not gorge. The orange juice, however, did help her stomach ease slightly. It felt good to put something liquid down, rather than have something liquid come up. It was pleasant. She continued to nibble silently at the counter. It was time for her to decide what to do. She would not feel even remotely redeemed until she found the woman that started all of this bombing, even if it meant dying in the process. They could not just run and run and run. They needed to act. This needed to end. The bombings needed to stop. The radiation would only get worse unless they put an end to the initial threat.

 

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Elliot had only been standing there for a few seconds, but his presence had immediately brought the sleeping blonde discomfort. Her eyes snapped open and her face twisted into a sneer. Luckily, it was only the dark haired science-nerd who hovered over her, and not the crazy brown-haired girl she was beginning to dislike so much. Still, regardless of who was doing the staring, she didn't appreciate being watched. It reminded her of things she didn't want to remember and was, of course, just plain creepy. Why did she had to get stuck with the creeps?

Alert from slumber much quicker than usual, she sat up and stretched out her legs. They were stiff, and her spine ached from her odd sleeping position. Madeline wanted a bed, and new clothes, and a nice bath or shower. This stupid suit was baking her despite the cool, tainted air swirling around them... She was beginning to feel really claustrophobic, and some fresh air would have done her nicely... TOO BAD THERE WASN'T ANY.

Quietly, she turned her head up to the boy. He looked harmless, but was still creepy.

"...What? Did you find something, or are we ready to go?" Her voice was more deadpan than sharp as it normally was. The hunger was starting to get to her. Sure, she wanted to be thin...but not necessarily skeletal. Since this whole ridiculous thing had started, she had become way off track with her...diet. She actually wanted food. Real food, with meet, and baked treats...all of that without purging afterwards. Though mentally, it sounded delightful, a wave of nausea still managed to wash over her at the thought of actually eating it. Her concealed fingers fiddled in her lap as she waited for an answer.

 

"well I'm heading off on a nice supply run...you kiddos have fun and bug little Casey if you need anything" Jackson said walking off while giving a servant a little signal to follow him. With that the two walked off and in the end Jackson was out of the house and on his way.

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Such glorious pain,

Such wondrous pain,

Such titillating pain,

Oh why did it have to begin to leave! the pain that his goddess had given him was soon starting to lose it edge and all Laurence could really do was cry. He cried and he cried and he cried...it was true anguish! But he couldn't fall into despair! god was far from done and he could take comfort in that very single fact. Oh how Laurence was oh so ecstatic to realize this! Jumping up to his feet, Laurance raised his hands to the sky as his eyes glistened "OH GODS! I WELCOME THE NEW DAY THAT HAS BEEN BROUGHT BY YOUR AMAZING GRACE!. LET US BASK IN THE jgeege-" Laurence began to yell but suddenly collapsed from a force to his back.

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"Oi keep it down Laurence, people are sleeping" Casey said with a groan as he lowered the leg he used to kick Laurence and walked into the kitchen. He really didn't get the greatest amount of sleep that night and all his wounds were blazing. His whole body was nearly wrapped in bandages and the way things were going on at the moment he really probably would keep it that way. He just couldn't sit around and do nothing while his wounds healed, he did far to much of that when he was younger and it just didn't sit right with him to just not do something. As he walked into the kitchen the note caught his attention immediately. It was obviously a good idea for them to get out of her and to know they had another place was a good idea. When he noticed a few in the kitchen already a soft smile crept across his face "Ah! morning everybody" Casey said closing his eye with a bright smile

 

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"...What? Did you find something, or are we ready to go?"

The voice reverberated in her mind and she began to stir. That Madeline girl seemed rather cold and harsh. She was used to people being mean to her, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. Heidi sat up and cracked her back uncomfortably. Her stomach growled and she frowned. It hurt. She wanted food. She wanted them to go away--they were standing nearby watching in boredom. She wanted someone to care about her again. She missed Altair and Casey and... and...--her head hurt. She always felt like she was missing someone. There used to be someone a part of her life that wasn't really there anymore. It started when that weird Vanille girl had introduced her to that Harley guy. Her face turned red remembering the embarrassing encounter at the hot springs and how he tended to the self-inflicted cuts on her arms. That was pretty much the only time they spoke and ever since then, something inside of her felt hollow.

Heidi stood up, ready to go. She still wasn't sure which way was the right way, but she started walking anyway. She didn't want to sit here, not with people that looked at her like she was crazy--well, she is crazy, but that's beside the point. They were right not to trust her. She was unstable, even she knew that. Heidi didn't trust herself. She didn't trust them. If the others trusted her, they would be making a dangerous mistake.

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Bernadette passed by the kitchen and noticed the note on the wall. She nodded her head. It seemed as if the others had already triple checked the supplies, so doing so again would be redundant. She was ready to move immediately. Sitting idly by sounded like a terrible idea. Instead, she decided to look for some of the more leaderish members of the group. She hadn't seen Cherno yet--maybe he was still sleeping? So, with her fingertips lightly brushing against the surfaces of objects as she passed them by, she moved effortlessly through the house looking for Harley. They seemed to have a relative plan. Vanille had a place for them to go. They had enough supplies to last for awhile. They had the transportation. Now it was just a matter of actually leaving, and the pressing question of: do they go back for the others in that third truck? Yesterday, a few had said they wanted to go, but they couldn't risk the vehicles or the supplies by allowing people to take off with what they had.

She had never been someone to look at things negatively, but wouldn't it just be best to leave them? Bernie wouldn't dare say that to the others--she was the outsider, after all--, but she was definitely thinking it. She had no real ties or connections with anyone in this group. Sometimes she had flashes of memories or weird dreams about some perky younger brunette girl, but Bernadette had yet to figure out who she was. They were only ever glimpses and they were so far and few between that she wasn't even sure if it was the same girl. Something in her gut told her it was, but she still wasn't sure. When she finally found the blond boy she smiled at him and waved. "Ah, hallo Harley. I vas juhst lookeng for yuu."

 

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Truth be told he was too worried about how the girl would react to being woken up and so he did not act so easily. And yet she still got up with a sneer. That wasn't the most pleasant reaction, but still better than what had been excepted.

"W-we should be moving. We're almost to the school now."

He had thought about eating earlier, even hoped to find some food among the medical supplies in his bag, but he really did not wish to take off the suit while on the surface. It was just too risky. Only if he was about to pass out from hunger would the risk be taken but even then he was unsure if he could. If it got to that point then it became about which was the least painful way to die. He really didn't want to get to that.

Shuffling sounds then caught Elliot's attention. He turned to notice Heidi awake and moving. Well, that made one less person for him to wake so that was good at least. He even smiled, starting to walk himself. The road was open but with it he could tell where to go more effectively so to it he headed.

 

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Casey smiled as he sat with the others but then...

BANG

A sudden gunshot echoed throughout the area and Casey immediately stood up. Were the officers actually here? But how? Why? They would have surely made much more of a ruckas…but the biggest question was who got shot? “wait here” Casey told the others as he immediately rose to his feet and rushed out of the kitchen. The utility belt he took from the officer he killed was still on him and it was only natural that the armed Casey go off. Casey crept forward into the main hallway but a familiar face was up ahead “Jackson? Whats going on? Why are you back so soon?” Casey asked

“Ah kid your safe! I forgot something over here and came back…damn that shot scared the hell out of me….gimme that gun and I’ll check it out...afterall that gun is useless with you using it” Jackson said placing his hand out

Casey’s eye widened as he stared over at Jackson and his hand shook. What Jackson said was true since he obviously never used a gun. He didn’t want to take another life, he didn’t want to go through what he did with that officer. He pulled out the gun and took a step forward but then…

“DON’T LISTEN TO HIS LIES YOUNG SIR! IT’S A SET UP”

The sudden voice of Wallace reached him and Casey’s gaze immediately darted over to a doorway and Wallace had just burst through. The man was panting hard and as he stood he held what seemed like a bullet wound “They are coming…this manor is a trap to lure you kids here…the authorities are coming NOW” Wallace said weakly as he collapsed

“YOU DAMN OLD MAN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! WE ALMOST HAD THEM!” Jackson yelled as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Wallace “WHY ARE YOU TELLING HIM OUR PLAN?!” Jackson yelled

“…wh-what…no….NO!” Casey yelled in pure despair. Jackson wanted them caught, he betrayed them and now the government were coming straight at them. What hurt the most was that the one man he trusted, the person that was like another grandfather had betrayed him. It truly explained why Wallace was so unnerved over the past few days. “Wh-why…WHY?!” Casey yelled as the tears ran down his face.

“Your just an idiot aren’t you? There are bombings all over the world and you’re asking why? HAH I never could stand you kid and if offing you would make everything better then so be it…hell I may be a hero after all. Poor Casey….he’s a wanted kid and worst of all-“

“STOP THIS INSTANT HE DOESN’T NEED TO KNOW!” Wallace yelled

“SHUT IT!....its best he knows what his actions caused….you see Casey boy…..that bombing? Your precious mother, father and sister…poof…all dead” Jackson said

Everything snapped, Casey’s eye turned hollow and empty as he stared at Jackson “gone…they are…dead” Casey said quietly as he stared at the man. Everything hurt…his mind just snapped. Everything….everything was gone and he mind was just in pure turmoil

“Everything would have gone far better if that jackass didn’t open his mouth” Jackson said in disgust as he continued to point his gun at Wallace.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry young sir….I can never receive your forgiveness. I’ve server your family well and I never regretted doing so…what I’ve done is unforgivable....” Wallace said as tears ran down his face. Suddenly Wallace rose to his feet and stood up “But I will set things right….ESCAPE YOUNG SIR EVERYONE RUN” Wallace yelled out as his voice echoed throughout the manor as he rushed towards Jackson

“WALLACE NO!” Casey yelled. His mere trance was snapped by Wallace’s words and before he could do anything there was another shot and Wallace fell to the ground and never moved again. It was true that Wallace betrayed him…but the man tried to fix his error. He told Casey of a secret passage way out and he even tried to prevent it. Even if death awaited Wallace he tried….and it was for Casey’s sake….once again somebody he care for perished for his sake. As the tears ran Casey let out a yell of anguish as he rose the gun in his hand and pointed it at Jackson.

“Hmm? Are you serious” Jackson said as his attention was directed at Casey. “lower that gun idiot…I know you…you can’t pull that trigger…you can’t bear the sin of taking a life…you your just a kid…a worthless kid…a pile of shi-“ Jackson said but immediately stopped upon the sudden force that pierced his chest. As he glanced forward at the teen that shot him, his eyes widened upon staring at the boy’s eye. The innocence was no longer there…no anger…just a frigid coldness. “Who…who are you” Jackson said as his body collapsed.

There was no feeling this time…it was the second time he took a life and he felt nothing. He didn’t have time for any feelings…they were coming…they were close…they needed to get out…going outside would be suicide…they had a chance…Wallace’s final gift…the passageway underground…whether it was a trap or not, Casey would believe in the man’s words “EVERYBODY HEAD TO THE CELLAR NOW” Casey yelled.

 

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When the voices sounded, Harley didn't move, no one else did. And then Casey yelled, and Harley swept up Marina, Vanille grabbed hold of Kallisti, and they hightailed it down to the cellar.

Harley had no idea what had gone on, but there had been lots of yelling, and a gunshot, "Casey, what the hell is going on?" he shouted as he jet down the stairs with Marina close to his chest in his arms.

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Kallisti's hand was yanked violently by Vanille and she had no idea what was going on, and all she could think about was following after Harley who had, for some reason, grabbed Marina. Her mind was in a blur, but she didn't have to focus much with the smaller girl leading her down the cellar.

" Vanille, be careful! " she said when the girl tripped and nearly collapsed onto Harley.

" I - I cut myself! " Vanille said back to her, and then cursed under her breath as they reached the floor of the cellar. " I need bandages . . . "

 

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“EVERYBODY HEAD TO THE CELLAR NOW!!”

The shouting was all it took to snap the attention of all three. Marina was still sitting in the kitchen, but Casey's voice was plenty loud enough to hear. She stumbled off the chair. It was hard on her body, but she managed to drag it around. Help from the others would be ideal, but she had no time to be weak. With one determined gulp, she righted herself and walked as quickly as she could to the cellar.

Bernadette was unable to do more than greet Harley before the shouting pierced her ears. She glanced nervously back at him before giving his elbow a quick tug before taking off in the direction she had learned the cellar was in.

Temperance was standing in front of the window with the screen kicked out when she heard that weird kid with the eye patch shout. She rolled her eyes. What the fuck was going on now? With a quick eye roll, she moved back to the bed and pushed the large sleeping figure off of it. "Get up! We need to go." She moved quickly around him, snagged a blanket, and hurried down the stairs. Temperance could see the others moving in a certain direction, and she took that as her cue to go that way as well.

 

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John sighed after flinching when the bang went off. After checking his body he sighed in relief and face palmed. He really need a smoke right now.

Cellar? Now? That was al John needed to hear as he descended down into the cellar., making sure his beads stayed on tight.

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Holy ****! Thomas wanted to shake Casey before realizing that he shouldn't have waited around in the first place, he made a silent vow as one voice told them to run. Sounded like Wallace. And another voice, Thomas stood up, but looked about for anything gun like, the other voice told him to go to the cellar,, and so he did.

 

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Laurence immediately heard the voice of Casey and listened to the boy and rushed into the cellar with the others.

Casey rushed as fast as he could towards the cellar as he knew that everybody would have heard his or Wallace's voice As he rushed on he spoted Harley and the others and ran with them "The authorities are on their way...this whole ****ing manor was a trap to get us all together" Casey explained as they ran. He wanted to apologies greatly but now was definitely not the time to do so. As they got into the cellar Casey's eye darted around until he noticed a huge barrel up ahead. Rushing towards it, and grabbed the barrel. Passed the barrel would be an exit underground and if Wallace was telling the truth then they would be free. With a big sigh Casey immediately removed the barell and to his pleasure a small path was there that they could use to crawl in and head underground, "Everybody climb in!" Casey yelled. He would let the others go first.