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Jessie couldn't sleep anymore, she opened her eyes with the hopes that she wouldn't be in an entirely different location. When she realized she was in the same place as she fell asleep, she smiled.
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Jessie got up from the bed she was sleeping in and went into the bathroom to wash her face. Her dress was torn at the end and her neck had a large sealed up cut that she did not remember having. Maybe it came from the fall.
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Jessie walked out of the bathroom and waited for the others to wake up. She found a book in the room that had hotspot locations and a map of the city. Reading up on it didn't seem like a bad idea.​

 

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[ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : PERCIVAL ]​

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

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Fire. The smell of burning flesh was the most prominent thing. There was nothing to feel but heat and hot metal. It was terrible, frustrating, and uncomfortable, but he couldn't move. His feet were nailed to the ground . . . quite literally. He shared the room with the fire, but it wasn't harming him. The metal casket was set three feet in front of him, and it was transparent.​

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Inside the casket was the naked, small body of a young girl with tanned skin, dark hair, and tattoos. She was tied up from moving, from busting out like she should have been so easily able to do. He opened his mouth to call for her, to try and get her attention - to scream. There was no sound but the cackling of fire. The transparent metal began to becoming tinted with red.​

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All at once the tortured sounds of a little girl screaming sounded throughout the room as if it were a cave, echoing off the walls left and right. His hands were nailed to his sides, to keep him from trying to cover his ears.​

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Everything zooming out and he stood in a lobby with a frail, bony girl at his side, screaming for someone not to go, not to leave. Walking away was a girl of pale skin and long, dark hair. He only stood though, unable to move from his spot. When the time came, he grabbed the bony girl and tossed him over his shoulder, his body moving on its own. The only audible sounds were screaming and a whisper of words.​

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Harley awoke with a start, gasping for air and clutching his chest. All at once, it looked like the reality was coming back to him. He was in a hotel room, in a different country, with a bunch of other teenagers who were players in a game set by a demoness named Crestatia.

Okay. He was okay.

Rubbing at his face with his hands, he swung himself out of bed, careful not to wake anyone else up. His injuries had been treated and he was on the road to recovery. Physically, anyway.

The morning was young and Harley went downstairs for a small bit of breakfast, not thinking he could eat much, stomach much . . . When he came back upstairs, he had snagged a few clothes from the gift shop ( tactics undisclosed ) and took a shower, slapping the wake into him with a freezing cold shower. When that was done, he went over to the window and gazed out. Didn't look like there were any suspicious figures around . . .

What were they supposed to do next?

He looked over his shoulder to see that someone else had woken up. Oh. He'd seen her before, with that one girl . . . Bronagh. What was her name? Jennifer? Jessica . . . Jess? It had 'Jess' in it.

"Good morning," he greeted, seeing her read a guide to Percival. Not a bad idea, "Find anything interesting?"

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"Good morning, find anything interesting?"

Jessie looked up from the guide and smiled, "Good morning to you as well."

Jessie looked back down at the guide and shook her head, "This place seems to be known for all the restaurants... there are a couple of museums in the upper part of the city. They have their own Little Italy and Chinatown... the most interesting thing to me is north of the city. They have an International Space Station 20 miles north of Percival."

Jessie looked back up at the boy speaking to her and spoke, "I don't know if we ever met. My name is Jessie... yourself?"​

 

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"Good morning to you as well." she replied, and Harley took the moment to pull up a chair next to her while listening to what she had discovered. Museums sounded a little fun - but they weren't on a vacation . . .

Still. A break did sound kind of nice. They needed clothing though. And food. Harley thought of the bank again. They needed to withdraw some money. Even if Septimus was loaded, Harley didn't like having to lean on anyone for financial support. He had a bit too much pride for that.

He laughed, "Well, if a rocket can take us back to our normal lives, sign me up."

"I don't know if we ever met. My name is Jessie . . . Yourself?"

Ah. He was close enough. "Harley." he replied, holding out his hand to shake, "You went to Brookridge, didn't you? Think I've seen you around before." Not that there was much to remember from those days.



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"Well, if a rocket can take us back to our normal lives, sign me up."

She chuckled at the joke, she assumed was a joke at least, and continued browsing as she heard him respond to the question about his name, "Harley."
She at that moment had turned to a page in the book that had a bunch of phone numbers and numeral information about the city, like how many people lived there and how many... graveyards were there?

"You went to Brookridge, didn't you? Think I've seen you around before."

"Yes, I went to Brookridge. Got an odd email and left the school for a couple days to figure it out, and then everything happened... I must be horribly behind and the only one who knows what is going on... all I know is that I died..."​

 

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"Died, huh . . ." Harley murmured, thinking on the phrase. It kind of seemed useless. People who died came back to life, sometimes. Death wasn't an absolute until the game was over - and even then, one of them would be left standing as a real, whole human of the world.

He honestly didn't think it would be him. He had hopes for Kallisti. Had hopes for Vanille. Where had that both gotten them? Not far . . .

He rubbed his hands together and stood, looking around the room at the others, "Well, you're alive for now, kiddo. Words of wisdom, not tryna scare you or anything, but don't get too used to it . . ." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I booked the room for three nights. We might have to leave after tonight or tomorrow night to change hotels. If we really are being followed it be bad to stay in one place for too long."

Last night, the Duncan kid suggested a motel, but Harley hadn't really cared about that. It would probably be a good idea to book one next time though. If a group of strange kids were found just . . . bookin' fancy rooms, people would get suspicious. What were they supposed to do now? Stay in Percival, or go back to Vashington, to Brookridge . . . ? He wished he had his phone to call up Lorinda.

Well. She might not even be alive anymore.

It wouldn't be surprising, but it would be nice if the old lady was still kickin'.

"Where do you think . . . What do you think we should do today? There probably some strange people following us around. Probably be best to keep out of the public eye. At least . . . our large group."

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Before the morning came, Devyn was awake. Her eyes stared out into the darkness for a bit and she took a moment to listen to the flow of the river coming from outside. Devyn could feel Kallisti's body heat radiating against her spine, and became a bit more ... relaxed, knowing the girl was still around. She had not been in the mood to chase anyone down. Relishing in the warmth of another person for a bit longer, Devyn sighed and shifted until she was on her back, staring up at the ceiling and deciding to put the bag back over her face and keep her mask switched off.

The next few hours were spent in the living room with Chestnut, watching a bit of television. It brought her an inexplicable thrill to see herself on the news. It also brought her joy to know that her rhymes were impressive to some. People were trying to find a deep, psychological reason for her using them--but there was none. It just seemed like a fun thing to do.

When she became bored of that, she traveled to the kitchen and began to flip through some cookbooks, wondering if there was anything in particular that Kallisti would like to have for breakfast. Her heart still yearned for the river, and she had come up with a nice little outing for them, she thought. There were just so many options... In the end, she decided to wait for Kallisti to get up and decide for herself.

At around eight in the morning, Devyn returned to her bedroom to wake Kallisti up, making sure to switch her mask on.

 

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"Well, you're alive for now, kiddo. Words of wisdom, not tryna scare you or anything, but don't get too used to it . . . I booked the room for three nights. We might have to leave after tonight or tomorrow night to change hotels. If we really are being followed it be bad to stay in one place for too long...Where do you think . . . What do you think we should do today? There probably some strange people following us around. Probably be best to keep out of the public eye. At least . . . our large group"
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Jessie thought about his last question and rocked slightly in the chair she was in. The placed the guide back down in the place she had found it, then she spoke, "If anyone is injured still we should try and get them to a doctor or something."
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Jessie turned over to the group that was still there and continued, "And, let's face it, we will probably have something horrible going on in the background from here on out. So... I think, we all have had a pretty traumatic experience the past week, we should try and do something to lighten things up. I don't know much about this game, if I know anything at all but every game has someone playing it and.. I doubt watching a bunch of angsty children is always entertaining..."
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At around 7:30, Kallisti stirred from her sleep but wandered around in the gray between consciousness and sleep. One think she knew was that she hadn't dreamed any of the previous day's events and that she was, indeed, still in Devyn's bed.

Some time later, Devyn came to wake her up and she sat up, stretching and yawning, forming tears in her eyes. She wondered how Harley and the others were doing . . . Would Madeline be better today? That had been a bad parting - Kallisti wouldn't be surprised if the other girl turned up to hate her.

"Good morning, Devyn . . . " she murmured, pulling herself from the covers and the warm bed. She had been, before sleep last night, a little suspicious of Devyn's motives for them sleeping together. It had been suggested that the other would kill her in her sleep, but as she felt, breathed, lived, that wasn't true at all.

Her first non-serious thought was breakfast. She wanted to help Devyn make breakfast. She wondered if there was tea or coffee around. Preferably coffee, for now, tea for later . . .

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Marina hummed energetically as she slid the keycard into the door. Hanging from her arms were nearly a dozen shopping bags. Every strand of hair was neatly tucked into place, her make-up was done, nails polished, clothes fresh, and body clean. Bernie stood behind her holding a tray full of breakfast foods as she opened the door to the hotel room. Her smile was bright and even though her stomach was in knots and she felt like throwing up, she radiated positivity. There was nothing like early morning retail therapy to lift the soul. She had managed to meet with Bernadette as she passed through the lobby and walked back up to the room with her. "Good morning everyone," she greeted cheerfully. Last night no one let her get two cents in about the money situation.

She tossed the bags onto the vacated bed that she had shared with Harley the night before. Most of the bags were filled with clothes--men and women's--but one plastic red one had an electronic store's logo emblazoned on the side. The little blond German girl made her way around Marina as she set the tray of food on the table and carried a yogurt and muffin over to a chair to eat. Marina inhaled deeply--sucking in a world of positivity--before speaking. "The bags are filled with clothes. Feel free to get changed. This one right here," she dumped out the contents of the red bag, "--has disposable phones in it so that we can stay in contact with one another. They have all been activated already." Of the few possessions that remained on her after the bombing and the arrest, her dead and cracked iPhone and gold card had remained in her pocket. She pulled them out along with the lame ugly phone that connected them to Devyn. It was currently turned off so that it would not be tracked, but Marina had a feeling that if Devyn wanted to find them, it would not be to hard. She was the one that sent them to Percival, after all.

Marina moved across the room to stand beside Harley. "It would appear that you have already changed." She winked at him. "Are you all right? You look off." He must have been thinking about Kallisti. What happened seemed to have everyone all out of sorts. She nibbled at an apple, afraid that anything else would send her straight to the bathroom.

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[ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ]​

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Harley nodded to Jessie's suggestion about the doctor and they talked a little more about it; some of them were still looking pretty bad; mainly Madeline. He'd have to ask her when she got up.

The door opened and he looked around the corner to see Marina, polished up and beautiful, come into the room with a better, less-tired Bernie following behind her. Huh. He hadn't noticed that she was missing from the bed - must've been more tired than he thought. Right. She was the daughter of a senator - of course she was going to have money. Well then. They were . . . pretty set on the financial situation - now it was just the survival part that they had to take care of.

"This one right here has disposable phones in it so that we can stay in contact with one another. They have all been activated already." she explained, dumping the bag. Harley grabbed one and clicked it on. Nice. They were with communication, now. Rather, for now.

"It would appear that you have already changed." Marina winked at him. "Are you all right? You look off." Did he, now? He poked at the various, simple white bandages on his body. One on his cheek, two parallel on his neck, a few others . . . He was tired.

He grabbed an apple from the stash and began to take bites out of it joyously. Not many people knew, but Harley loved apples. Favorite fruit. No apple pies though, eugh. His eyes flashed at Marina's wrist, wincing at the sight and looking away. "Better than yesterday," he replied elusively. He still wasn't ready to talk about it - whatta wimp, right? Harley didn't do heart-to-hearts. "Sleep was great, though."

He had to admit, it was kind of nice being alive right now.

"We're just waiting for the others to wake up," he mentioned, tossing the apple core and grabbing another full apple, "Thinkin' about taking a bit of time off, catch our breath. Madeline, too . . . She probably needs stitches on that eye of hers. But that can wait until she's up." He twirled a piece of her perfect hair between his fingers, remembering being at her estate, remembering her playing the piano. "Sorry about your wrist."

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Bernie had decided to sleep in a chair the night before. She was better off then some of the others, so she didn't mind much. Her head throbbed, but she was able to get an aspirin from the receptionist at the front desk. All the cuts had been cleaned in a quick shower the night before. The large one above her brow was beginning to scab over. She would have to try rather hard to not pick at it. Peeling scabs was a bit of a weakness to her. This would be an awfully big one. Her muscles ached and after the shower she had managed to see that most over body was bruised. Hitting those rocks had done more damage than she had anticipated.

The hotel had a rather large continental breakfast. Oh food--she missed sampling new things dearly. Figuring it would be wise to load up, she asked the breakfast host for a tray and gathered a little bit of everything. If anyone else wanted more, they could come down and get it for themselves. As she walked through the lobby in an odd state of mind, she noticed a familiar brunnette walking in with arms full of shopping bags. "Marina?" The brunnette turned and smiled happily at her. They walked up to the room together in silence. Bernie felt obligated to be in a depressed mood given the situation, but the other girl just seemed to be radiating joy that it bubbled up inside her.

When they got back to the room, she set down the tray and grabbed a few things off of it to eat. It felt nice to be clean, but wearing new/clean clothes would make things a thousand times better. When she was done with her muffin, she excused herself from the others and pulled out a handful of clothing that looked relatively about the right size for her and moved to the bathroom. Today, she had no intention of taking a short shower. She would let the hot water cascade down on her for as long as necessary. Between the steam of the shower and having taken an aspirin, her head was beginning to feel remotely better. When she stepped out, Bernie pulled a fluffy white towel around her body and dried off. It hung from her chest and she pulled the blow dryer off the wall and began to untangle the matted mess of blond locks on her head. It was a strenous process without a brush, but she was able to get it manageable enough to work with. Bernie pulled it into a braid so that it wouldn't get any worse and then slipped on her new clothes.

 

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"Better than yesterday," Harley replied elusively. He did not want to talk yet. That was fine. Marina had no intentions to press him on the matter. He would open up when ready. "Sleep was great, though." She smirked up at him. That it was--that it was. "We're just waiting for the others to wake up," he mentioned, tossing the apple core and grabbing another full apple, "Thinkin' about taking a bit of time off, catch our breath. Madeline, too . . . She probably needs stitches on that eye of hers. But that can wait until she's up." He twirled a piece of her perfect hair between his fingers. She could feel her insides getting all fluttery and she gave him one of her sexy grins. When she noticed his gaze redirected elsehwere, her lips pursed into a pout and she frowned at him. "Sorry about your wrist."

Marina lifted her wrist and jingled the bangles covering the hand shaped bruise. "It is fine Harley. Worry not. We both know it was not intended." She dropped her arm to her side and glanced over at the two sleeping figures in one of the beds. The pair of them looked awful, with Madeline being even worse. "That sounds like a good idea," she replied while mashing her lips together. Her gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment longer before turning back to Harley beside her.

She ran her thumb in a circular motion up and down his bicep. Her gaze darkened as she stared at his arm and her voice became low and husky. "I think everyone could do for a little proper healing--some in ways different than others." Her blue eyes flashed up at him and she winked again. She could easily make him feel better. The knot in her stomach twisted and turned, causing her to step away from him and move across the room. There was probably only one thing that would make her feel better, and sadly they were hundreds of miles away from it. The churning became worse and she wondered how much longer Bernadette would be in the bathroom.

Most of the time shopping was spent thinking. There was a lot she wanted/needed to do. Her eyes drifted to the phone on the bed that reached Devyn. She may need the psycho girl's help in order to do it all. Just thinking about asking her for a favor made her feel even worse. Marina grabbed her stomach, making sure she was facing away from unwanted eyes first. Her stiletto boots click clacked back and forth as she paced around the room.

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"It is fine, Harley. Worry not. We both know it was not intended."

Harley knew she meant well, but they didn't make him feel better about it. Last night had been a fuzzy nightmare - both figurative and literally. He smoothed out a little when circular motions were made on his bicep, away from any cuts or bruises. After finishing his third apple, he listened to Marina's smooth and suggestive voice.

Ahaha.

When was the last time he had sex, even? Harley hadn't thought about that in a long time. He seduced and/or used half of the girls on campus, and fended off the other half that wanted his dick chopped off. He kind of missed that. Momentarily, he thought about the boy named Gillian. They'd slept together a few times, hadn't they? It was mostly a friends-with-benefits deal, but he had to admit that being with Gillian had been nice. His personality was cute, soft, and shy. Pretty soft spoken.

He sighed when the motion on his arm stopped and opened his eyes to see Marina moving away from him. That was a sudden change in person. He raised an eyebrow. Something was wrong with her.

As he waited for the morning to continue, he watched her pace around their large room. It became a subconscious movement of his eyes and his mind began to trail on other things. Ahaha. Sexual therapy. Might be nice, actually, but pretty much all of these girls probably hated him in some form or way and sex was the last thing on their minds. He didn't blame them since it wasn't something that was on his mind too much either.

There were other things he needed to think on more. He rubbed at his forehead and changed topics. Vanille. Harley honestly didn't think there was much he could do for Kallisti - but Vanille. There might have been something he could do for her. Someone had to have brought Theo back to life, right? He could do it again. But for Vanille . . . And . . . Eugh. Maybe the others that died in there with her. There was a truth that he had to be smart about it, though. Devyn was right to not hate Crestatia.

Being honest, Harley never really gave Crestatia many hateful thoughts. There had been times where he didn't like what went down, but other than that . . . If cooperating, being nice, working with Crestatia was what it took to bring a valuable player back . . . He rubbed his forehead again.

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Marina abruptly stopped pacing when the bathroom door opened. The perky blond stepped out smelling of lavender and she brushed past her. The toilet almost did not come fast enough. She bent down so that she was kneeling in front of the porcelian seat and lifted the lid. She heaved once, twice--this was awful--three times before finally stopping. Her face felt warm, too flushed for comfort. Did she lock the bathroom door? Her blue eyes darted to the handle. She could not tell. Getting up seemed too exhausting. Blindly, her hand searched the tank for the handle and flushed the toilet. She rested her back against the tub ledge and let her legs stick out straight in front of her. It was a good thing she chose to wear her hair up. It kept from any unwanted mess. She pulled a wash cloth out of the basket placed neatly between the toilet and the sink on a small table and wiped her mouth. Her lipstick streaked across the white terry and she creased her brow in annoyance. She would have to fix that later.

Her mind was foggy as she leaned her head back so that it rested against the cool surface of the tub ledge. She let her thoughts wander to the only real moment of intimacy she had shared with Harley. The sweet sound of her piano filled her ears and she hummed the tune to herself in the bathroom. Her eyes lulled shut remembering the warmth his touch had provided and the tingle of his breath over her skin. It had all been so enticing--right up until the point where they were interrupted. She frowned at the memory of the two hooded figures that came barging in. ....Hooded figures? That did not seem right. The men had been lurking just outside of the parlor, watching and waiting. Their presence startled her and they seemed to have taken off once realizing they were spotted. "No..." She opened her eyes and stared at the pattern on her dress. "Why does that seem so wrong?"

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❝Good morning, Devyn . . . ❞

Happy to see that she was not one of those to sleep in all day, Devyn smiled and pulled the curtains away from the glass door, letting new light pour into the room.

❝Good morning, Kallisti.❞

❝. . . Breakfast?❞

❝Yes. I was going to make it alone, while waiting for you to wake, but I figured you may want a say in what we eat. Come to the kitchen with me and look through the cookbooks, if you do not have anything in mind yet. I can make it for you, or we can make it together.❞

Again, without waiting, she exited the bedroom and walked to the kitchen. Chestnut scampered towards Kallisti to greet her and Devyn shook her head, taking a seat at the dining table to wait for Kallisti to make her decision. Her fingers drew figures on the glass table.

❝Also...❞ She began, lightly. ❝I was thinking that we could take our food to the river and eat, there. Either on the shore, or we could take a couple of my canoes out to the water, assuming you can row, of course.❞

 

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Bernadette almost could not step out of Marina's way fast enough. The girl baralled past her into the bathroom and shut the door. She raised on curious blond brow at her before moving away from the bathroom and back into the bedroom area. "Sie okay?" She pointed back behind her towards the bathroom before making her way over to Jessie and the directory. From what she could see, they had been trying to decide what to do. She bat her lashes and glanced between the two. Oh, Jessie hadn't been with them before. Perhaps now would be a good time to bring up her idea again. No one had seemed too against it before, and the hard part was already accomplished. The only real problem would be surviving out in the cold. Hopefully with proper supplies it wouldn't be too much of an issue.

"Vee cuud still go camp-ing." She finally managed to say. Bernie glanced up at Harley, then turned her attention to Jessie to explain. "Bee-fur vee were cahp-tured vee had bin talking about where zu stay. I suhjisted camp-ing up north." She spread her arms out wide and gestured to the window. "Vee are now up north." A small chuckled escaped her and died off as quickly as it came. A groan came from the occupied bed and her electric blue eyes drifted in the direction of the angry black-haired girl. The groan was followed by an annoyed mumble and then there was a stirring in the bed.

"Do you have to talk so loud?" Temperance sat up with a terrible case of bed head. Her black hair stuck up in every direction and was knotted and mashed up on one side. She clutched the side of her head and buried her face in her hands. All that crying must have worked up one terrible migraine. Bernie felt bad for her... sort of. She felt bad that the person the other girl cared about was gone, but not bad for her terrible attitude all of the time.

"Tsorry," she mumbled before brushing her braid off her shoulder. Bernie turned on her heel slightly, angling her attention back to the pair in front of her.

 

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Septimus was up bright a early before everybody else and stood outside on the balcony of the room. The air was cold, but the scenery was quite nice. Being outside relaxed his and with a sigh he stood there for at least an hour. The topic about the entire game raged in his mind and as he stared out at the scenery he continued to think about the strange book that Quintus read. The author was sure to be from this time and not from the past. From what he deduced the author was a woman who cared for the person named Chester a great deal...possibly a mother or older sister?...no...she stated she was his lover. She stated how the romance rule was easy to break...yet she spoke of her love...as if it were an example....not only that but she also stated that she has also been fighting as well...was she really a part of this game as well? Whatever the case was he knew that this woman was still alive and this Chester was now dead due to Quintus. ​

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The Crestatia person surely had to be the C person that sent him his email. She was a demon that possessed a human soul. She was the game master of this game and if that was so then who were the the players? The woman stated that there were pawns and players and that she wished to be a future player....so what did that mean? did it mean she was a pawn? or to further that were they all pawn? if so...just when were the players going to make their scene? Another thing that his mind recalled was about the certain cracks that had been made. If Crestatia changes things to move the game further and if the cracks left behind were important then surely this city would need to be researched on. What if this city was created or changed like Brookridge Academy of Excellency for boys was. Would he find a crack like the woman did when she found that book? The cracks were important...but if they were able to bring about chaos then it was surely something that had to be rare and hard to find.​

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Septimus closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh. Scratching the back off his head he soon realized that mostly everybody was up and stared at them calmly ".....morning" Septimus said as his eyes drifted off to the sudden sound of vomiting coming from the washroom. He stared at it for a bit and pondered if he should go...what was the word?....umm....crap....he started thinking about it for a while until he realized it was the word "comfort". He was surely one who wasn't remotely good at doing that. He had tried doing that before...but in the end the people he tried to comfort reverted to an even worse state and turned to a blubbering state. For now his attention was caught by the camping idea. ​

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : MY BACK, IT BUUUUURNS !! ; ~ ; }​

{ DAY : 60 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : KITCHEN }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : STRANGELY CONTENT }​

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xxxx❝ You are not so bad. I prefer you to most.
xxxxxxxxx I suppose we guessed wrong, before post.
xxxxxx I am alive for now, I shall quietly toast to that.❞

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Secretly, and still trying to keep her composure about it, Kallisti was a little delighted that Devyn offered to have them make it together. Perhaps she was a mind reader of some sort. Silently snorting at the thought, Kallisti followed to the kitchen where she was met by a chipper Chestnut, who she bent down to greet with a smile.

Upon standing, she found Devyn sitting at the table and walked around the kitchen.

"Also . . . " she began in a light voice, "I was thinking that we could take our food to the river and eat, there. Either on the shore, or we could take a couple of my canoes out to the water, assuming you can row, of course."

Various scenarios of Devyn drowning Kallisti ran through mind and she coughed, choking on a bit of saliva that went down the wrong pipe. She . . . didn't like boats much, to be frank, but eating near the shore, or on it, sounded pleasant. "It sounds like a splendid idea," she replied, then thinking of what to have for breakfast.

For a moment, she recalled the cream-filled french toast her grandfather had made her when she was younger. It was silly, but she and Harley had eaten so many that they had both gotten sick. From that day, she had sworn off apple toppings.

"I don't have many ideas for what to eat, but there was this one recipe my grandfather taught me . . ." And she went on about the cream-filled, perhaps-slightly-unhealthy french toast, exchanging the apple topping for raspberries and strawberries, on top of whipped cream. It sounded delicious thinking about it. And then she mentioned bacon, hash browns of nearly all kind ( she liked potatoes a great deal - little known fact ), and the coffee.

Coffee . . . Ah. Café Vermeil. What a long time it had been . . .

Snapping out of the thought from Chestnut nipping at her legs, Kallisti indignantly yelped and jumped back. The pup looked at her with a sort of 'You're weird!' look, but she looked down at her legs and then away.

" . . . Sh - Shall we get started?"

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Duncan rose up out of his blanket and neatly began to put his blanket back and mumbling a thank you to Marina before grabbing matching clothes and vanishing to take a shower. He returned refreshed and relieved, though with still the same unamused expression on his face. Okay! Time to decide on what to do. But what could they do? He supposed that returning to Brookridge would be the best choice. He and his parents may not be real., but he was tangible, in his consciousness his memories were made and to him they were real enough to persue and check up on. And keeping away from them wouldn't work, seeing as how his game ruler could drop an atom bomb on them and have only his parents die. Duncan yawned and stretched, "Can someone tell me why would we be dropped off in another country, and then supposedly followed? And...what's Crestatia like?"