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It all happened before Harley could process properly. Three figures took the car, and now they were prisoner . . .

Harley grabbed the metal bar from the truck area, secretly gave it to Thomas, and then reached for the driver and wrapped his arms around the cloaked figure's neck. The car began to spin wildly out of control, but Harley didn't let go and squeezed even more until he was sure that he heard something crack.[DOUBLEPOST=1365651774][/DOUBLEPOST]He grabbed control of the steering wheel, jumped into the front seat, around the other two and then slammed on to the breaks, the car continuing to spin, and nearly fflipping over

 

The driver's door flew open and Harley flew out. He was pretty sure that something in his shoulder snapped, and he was in massive pain. He looked around hurriedly for any sign of the others, and then quickly limped back to the car, pulling out Madeline and dragging her away, hoping for the others to come, too.

 

Bernie, tumbling and turning, crawled back into the passenger seat with the tire iron and swung at the other two hooded figures, having issues with the car flying everywhere. She dropped the metal rod and slipped out through a broken window.

 

There was no time to chat with Bernadette, they were suddenly ambushed by MNen with guns!? How were they even found out here! Were they being watched the whole time or something? Either way he gently leaned over Madeline and partially over Bernie while the bullets flew. Suddenly the car lurched and began to squeal as the men kidnapped them away from their friends. Thomas had to do something and he never wished for anything more then a fix to his arm. But that wasn't going to happen, he gingerly straightened himself and let his anger be a confidence booster when he acted, reaching over the passenger's seat to latch his hand onto the intruders gun and tugging it towards the figures face, trying to bash his face in with the man's own gun.

 

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THE CAR FALLS OFF OF THE BRIDGE. THOMAS IS DEAD.​

AS IT FALLS, YOU CAN HEAR A STRANGE SOUND OF SOME SORT. STARTING FROM THE FURTHEST END, AN EXPLOSION GOES OFF, BLOWING AWAY A CHUNK OF THE LONG, BRIDGE. ANOTHER ONE FOLLOWS...AND ANOTHER...AND ANOTHER...IT BEGINS TO CRUMBLE AS THE SMALL EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE.​

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The cries from the baby seemed to be growing louder and Marina was afraid that they would be forced to seek it out. She was not sure how much more her heart could take at that moment. She had already been so giving with the crazed boy that wanted to kill them. If there really was a baby in one of the rooms, then she would probably lose what little bit left of her mind there was. She still felt terrible. Fatigue was beginning to set in and she was ready to vomit. Marina took two steady breaths and told Hazel to head down the long dark hall they were approaching. It was eery and creepy, but with the way their lives had played out, eery and creepy typically meant the right way.

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[OOC: --- ≈ Wearing ≈ Client: Hazel ≈ Location: Basement//Cellar//Hall ≈ Day: 53 4/3 ≈ Monday January 21st, 2013]​

 

Harley swung Madeline over his shoulders and began to sprint, shouting for Bernie to follow as he ran, slightly limping away from the bridge and onto more solid ground. God ****ing hell, he was in so much pain. How much of this would he have to endure?

 

Bernadette didn't have time to watch as the car fell and the boy that was inside. The bridge began to crumble and she rushed to Harley's side to help rush Madeline off of the disintegrating bridge.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS // NERVOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. GATHER INFORMATION. HELP HIM?​

Kallisti's eyes scanned the paper. The handwriting was the same as the bloodied letter. This boy was Cheshire, and it was his nickname a long time ago. Who?

. . . A bag over her face. The bagwoman. A red ribbon around her thigh? She glanced at the one on her wrist.

It was suggested that the two of them leave, but Kallisti looked contemplatively at Temperance before standing, and then back at the boy named Chester. "We need to hurry back anyway - but before we do . . . You wouldn't happen to recognize the name Crestatia, would you?" She wondered what kind of person the bagwoman really was, and why she took care of this boy. She prepped her gun and readied to leave in case they needed to run out.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 90%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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▌ This is terrifying... ● Location Unknown ● No OOC ▐​

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With a nod she followed Marina's instructions, starting down the hallway. She decided to go through the first doorway she could make out, hoping there would be something to help them or, even better, a way out.

 

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ADRENALIN ]​

Harley collapsed to the ground, screaming out in pain and frustration, as his shoulder had been dislocated and he was pretty sure one of his ribs was broken. Again. He laid flat on his back as somewhat unemotional tears streamed down either side of his face and he stared up at the sky. Madeline lay next to him and he shortly wondered if the chick was even alive or not.

He was glad to see that Bernie made it. Looked like . . . Harley sighed. Tommy didn't. ****ing hell. Who were those cloaked people, anyway? And that kid from earlier . . . Hadn't Harley seen him at school, or something?

**** . . . everything hurt. Blood streamed down the left side of his face. He rolled up slowly to a sitting position, and then moved Madeline to be on her back, "You alright there, M?" he asked her, then looked at Bernie, "Whatta 'bout you?"

This day was just getting more worse by the second. He wondered how Kallisti and Vanille were doing.

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Temperance's eyes widened in horror as she read the note that Chester wrote. He knew the baglady. He knew the woman that caused so much destruction. When Quin got up, Temperance sadly followed suit. Her head snapped around at the mention of Crestatia. Was she absolutely insane? Her heart started thumping loudly in her chest. Her hands held the machete shakily and she had to divert her gaze. She watched the window tentatively before moving to the basket of supplies and scooping it under her arm. "Ah.. um..." Temperance had never felt so flustered. "Do you, um... Do you want to come with us? That woman you mentioned is kinda bad news." With the machete in one hand and the basket under her other arm she waited with her hip cocked for him to answer both their questions.

Bernie landed on the ground beside Harley and Madeline. Her head was pounding and she could feel fresh cuts across her body. She felt like hell and no doubt looked like it too. She cursed in German before looking up to meet Harley's gaze. "Whatta 'bout you?"

"F-fine," she told him. Her legs were trembling and as she tried to stand, it felt as if the ground was quaking. It took her a minute to realize that it was actually she that was shaking so terribly. "W-we sh-should g-go b-back." Her teeth were chattering and she leaned down to try and help him up. They needed to get Madeline back, find a new car, and meet back up with the others that were at the hospital.

 

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HERE • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ]• [ LOCATION : UKNOWN ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SHIT ]​

He nodded at Bernie. "Yeah . . ."

Harley placed a hand on his shoulder, pain blooming from the spot and spreading throughout his body. He grunted but bit down his lip, hard, and then snapped the loose limb forward, and in. "F U C K." he hissed loudly, waiting for the pain to settle in. Moments later, it was better, and he rotated it for good measure. He wasn't fully functional, but he was able to get around better now.

He was cut up even more now, but they weren't stopping him from getting around. He would be alright.

"Alright. We gotta get out of here." he told Bernie, standing and then scooping up the extremely light M into his arms and then laying her over his shoulder. "C'mon, M, stay with us, now." he told her gruffly, and then nodded at the German girl to follow as they started their path down the dirt road. They needed help and healing, fast. And a car. And to get back to the abandoned hospital.

He wondered how far they were from it now. Eventually, they crossed paths with a large and unfamiliar building on the side of the dirt road. Harley looked at Bernie and then back at it, wondering what was in there.

 

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When they passed through the doorway of the room, Marina motioned for Hazel to stop pushing her. It was hard to see inside, but hopefully there would be something there of use in order to find a way out. She was so sick of being in this dark dank basement with all its creepy mementos and dying people. The thought of sunlight kissing her skin was enough to recharge her vigor. She had no clue how long they had been locked away in that dark subterranean abyss, but she was ready to ascend to the land of the living. Even if it was night out, she wanted to be out of there. It was just too disturbing for her to handle any further. "Let us see if we can find anything of use in here." she told Hazel. Marina maneuvered the crib around the room to feel the walls in search for a window up high or an opening somewhere that she could not see in the poor lighting.

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[OOC: --- ≈ Wearing ≈ Client: Hazel ≈ Location: Basement//Cellar//Room ≈ Day: 53 4/3 ≈ Monday January 21st, 2013]​

 

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...Oh. So that's who you are.​

This must be a new game, not that I'm surprised.​

Good luck.

That's very kind of you. But I shouldn't go.​

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Can you...do me a favor, though?

Can you pull the power cord? There's a large one behind my hospital bed.
It's connected to a bunch of this useless junk I'm connected to.​

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Pull it for me? ​

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YOU FIND A STRANGE DOOR. BEHIND IT, A STAIRCASE LEADING ABOVE GROUND INTO A DUST, QUAINT LIVING AREA.
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Temperance stared at him incredulously as she read what he wrote. Her eyes drifted up to him and then over to the power cord. She set the stuff back down on the table and returned to his side. Her eyes narrowed at him and shoved the paper back in front of his face. "I don't think so pretty boy. You know stuff." Her tone was stern. All sweetness had fizzled out and the frustration she had been fighting with for weeks had returned full force. "You wrote in your note that you have tried to kill yourself before. Is... is that what happens? If you try to kill yourself, do you come back as someone else?" Her green eyes bore into his unnaturally red ones. "Do you know how to break the game board?" she asked flatly. They finally had someone to ask questions that wasn't Crestatia. Crestatia always beat around the bush and never answered much at all. She was sick of this bullshit. Temperance wanted answers and she wanted them now.

They started walking down the dirt road until it met asphalt. Harley had Madeline over his shoulder and came to a stop in front of an unfamiliar building. Something was tugging at her to just ignore it and head back to where they came from. "Less keep going," she told him.

When Marina found the door, she felt her heart skip a beat. She was so unbelievably happy to see the staircase, but then her heart sank. How was she supposed to go up? Only one answer came to mind, and it sounded terribly painful. "Hazel, come help me please." Marina swung her legs off the crib and stared at the steps in front of her. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she cried out in pain. Her legs tried to give in on her, but she reached for the railing and wrapped her arms around it. Tears streaked her face as she clung to it, her legs dangling below her.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS // NERVOUS }​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

▶ BOY IS AWAKE. GATHER INFORMATION. HELP HIM?​

Chester's reply was . . . He knew who Crestatia was, and Kallisti had a feeling that she knew why. Her previous notion of him being a family member or lover of Crestatia may not have been right, but she was sure now that he was a player and/or a winner of a previous session. If that were true, then he would know a lot of good information on how to beat the game, how to break the gameboard.

It was also a curious thing that he didn't want to leave; why was that? Perhaps he was just fine, here, and they really should go as he suggested. Pulling the power cord, that was a no. Kallisti would not do it - she didn't trust his word, even if they were really useless. What if they weren't, and he died again? She supposed that didn't matter, as ( according to the note ) he couldn't die, but if Bag Woman really did take care of him, she might immediately know that they were the culprits, and they would be in for it.

. . . Then again, whether or not they followed his request, Kallisti had a feeling they would run into trouble if they stayed here much longer.

It seemed that Temperance's sweet nature had dried up and she was ready to get to the point. Kallisti kept a calm demeanor and waited for her to finish, then brought on a question of her own, "What exactly is your relation to the woman with the bag over her head? Do you know if she has a name or not? If she does have a name, what is it?" Absentmindedly, she played with the red ribbon tied around her wrist.

Spoiler: S T A T S

L O C A T I O N :: ABANDONED HOSPITAL // PATIENT'S ROOM​

S T A T U S :: PHYSICAL: 99% :: MENTAL: 90%​

I N V E N T O R Y ::​

▶ GAUZE x1​

▶ SMALL { HALF EMPTY } BOTTLE OF PAINKILLERS​

▶ .44 COLT MAGNUM x8​

▶ BOX OF BANDAIDS x1​

▶ BED SHEETS x1​

▶ CREEPY UTENSILS (SCISSORS & TONGS)​

▶ RED RIBBON ( WRIST ) ▶ ____​

▶ CIGARETTES​

▶ BLOODIED NOTE ( POCKET ) ▶ ____​

▶ SHOVEL​

▶ GASOLINE​

▶ WHAT HAPPENS NOW?​

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : . . . ]• [ LOCATION : PLACE ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ]​

Harley looked at Bernie, and then back at the building. He had a feeling about it, that maybe something was in there for them. Why else would it be here, in the middle of nowhere? Everything around them was a making of Crestatia's, wasn't it? It would make sense if this was there for them, too.

He glanced at Madeline, slung over his shoulder. She was running out of time - and they didn't have time to get back to the hospital. "I know you don't like it, but we don't have many options, kiddo." he told her, "Little Maddie here is dying, and we have to get her fixed up. We're not in the best shape either. If this turns out to be a bad idea, you can clock me in the face as hard as you want. Twice, even."

With a shake of his head, Harley began to walk towards the shady building and look for a back entrance, telling Bernie to stay close to him.

 

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CHESTER GIVES TEMPERANCE A GENUINE FROWN. HE SEEMS DISAPPOINTED. HIS SHOULDER'S SLOUCH AND HE HUNCHES OVER THE PAPER AND PEN WITH A SAD ENERGY.​

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I don't think the punishment for suicide is the same for everyone, but there would be no way for me to know.​

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Break the gameboard? The real gameboard's already broken. These games are just trying to fix it. Have you met Analynne? Or, 'another version' of Analynne?​

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The past few games I've been sent to have rendered me helpless in some way.​

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In this one, I'm sick. Dying. I lost my fake parents in a fire when I was nine, and Devyn's parents took me in...Devyn being the bag lady. I was hospitalized on my fifteenth birthday. ​

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I was moved here a long time ago, but my memory is fuzzy. I don't know what she plans. She doesn't tell me. ​

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She just keeps me with her at all times, to protect me, and keep me alive.​

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Bernie grumbled uncomfortably over the idea of going inside, but followed suit. She shoved her hands in her still wet jean pockets and slunk in after him. Her body hurt. She was pretty sure she had a bad case of road rash and her shirt was all torn up. They limped inside the building and she glanced over at him. "You want help?"

Temperance sighed, deflated. She gave his hand a squeeze and smiled sadly at him. "We've met her, and the girl that she inhabited. Is devyn a player too? How does she fit into all of this?" He didn't know if suicide was the same for all of them. There was only one way to find out and it seemed far less appealing now. She felt bad for him. "Chester, you've been a lot of help." She wanted to show him Her thanks before it was too late. Everyone always seemed so temperamental that if it wasn't said, something bad would probably happen.