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Throughout this entire ordeal, Cherno tried and tried to calm them through his phone, but it looked like nothing was working. Funny too. Cherno hated the chaos. Hated the anarchy. Chaos ruined everything and it ruined this too. Yet the minute he leaves it grows worse and worse. He had been banging his head against the wall yelling at the two combatants to calm themselves but nope -- it never works like this.

Cherno sighed and talked into the phone.

☎ Jesus in hell guys. It takes no more than a few minutes until you're all tugging at each others' throats. They kicked you out -- please get outside, all of you. This -- this is too much. Calm yourselves. Get something to drink. If we're all in the same one hundred days then we shouldn't be trying to murder each other, as much as we hate each other. This is fucking ridiculous. I knew it from the start that the chaos would be our end. We need a better plan.

☎ Either Lacey's is cursed by that mad crazy hootenanner, or the fact we can never settle down to talk about this together is part of her plan. That much is clear from the fact that this is the second failed meeting. So flippin'. So get outside, please, and let's keep the curbstomping to a minimum. Thanks.


He looked up at the few who had already exited -- Abby and Anthony. Anthony. As much as he felt annoyed by the kid, he couldn't happen help but smile from the fact he was okay. Cherno looked back at the diner. It looks like a few others were slowly coming outside as well -- Quin was simply asking Madeline something. Those two had some close chemistry. He cut the call and placed his phone in his pocket.


He talked to himself softly, leaning against the wall with his arms outstretched, as if he finished running a marathon. "Those fly sisters are gonna lynch themselves one day, you know? It's terrible. Maybe this was her plan from the beginning. But if we're going to be in this together then we've got to establish boundaries and ... affection, I'd name it, quickly. Right."

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He reflected on the comments of the green-eyed girl. Did anyone care for Temperance? Cherno felt dread in his stomach. Everyone needed to be cared for during this entire ordeal, herself included. After all, they were all in this big pile of insecurity together, and had nobody else anymore.

And Madeline. Madeline had the potential to be a leader. She could be their leader, easily. But she needed to trust more. To have more confidence in her abilities and the abilities of others. And to open up her mind. She needed to be brave. She needed to be brave like Cherno needed to be brave.

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But Cherno kept these reflections to himself as he felt around for his Rubik's cube in his pocket, and realizing it was still in Lacey's, let out a disgruntled groan.

 

His words were null in a sea of heathenistic....HEATHENS. He sighed and snatched up his phone from the table, Cherno had hung up as soon as his voice was lost. Thinking of his best friend made him note the multicolored square that lie on the table also. Sighing John stood up and picked up his napkin and the cube of his friend, tossing the paper in the trash and walking out of the building. Once he made sure that Cherno had stopped shaking, he placed the cube in his friend's hand and straightened his sleeves almost nervously.

"And here I thought, that nothing could compete with the drama of a Payn in my Jayn." He said to Cherno as he scanned the parking lot and sky for any signs of danger. Haha. A joke, not relating to Christ, he was truly shaken then.

 

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They ignored her. They. Fucking. Ignored. Her!

"Are you joking. Are you fucking joking!?" She said. They had been kicked out of the diner. She eyed them angrily. "When your brother or sister or best friend or what have you ends up dying, I hope you feel horrible. The one damn chance we had at banding together and beating Cresatia is gone, thanks to you two!" She said to Madeline and Temperance. "I hope the next time someone dies, it's you two! We could do without this bullshit! One of you should have died in day one, not Thomas! He deserves to live more than either of you!" And with that, she stomped off, knowing Madeline, or Temperance, or both might attack her.

 

temperance's eyes flashed hot with rage. Madeline managed to break free and the workers were kicking everyone out. Only fitting since the bitch attacked her. She stood, slipped her missing heel onto her foot and slid the back of her hand across her mouth. She was bleeding. Madeline managed to give her a bloody lip. Fucking A! she smoothed out her dress and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. It was a tangled nightmare. A small chunk of it stuck to her fingers as she pulled her hand away. Madeline had ripped out her hair. She would definitely pay.

not a word of what cherno or anyone else said had even entered her thought process. She was too distracted to listen and too hot with anger. Temperance snatched the sheet of paper off the table, shoved it in her purse rather forcefully, and threw on her coat. It had landed on the floor and accumulated dirt, but she ignored it. The purse hung from the crook of her arm and she made a salute to everyone still inside the diner. "Later Bitches!" she wouldn't stand for another minute with these people. There was a reason she didn't hang out with the likes of them. They weren't worth her time. Never have been, never will be.

she was still a blazing furry of of hot-tempered rage when she walked outside, storming passed those standing outside of the diner. She paid none of them any attention as she marched to her car. The heels clicked loudly on the cold asphalt. click, clack, click, clack. Trailing behind her as an echo of her path. Temperance ripped the car door open with great force. It appeared as if it would come completely off for a brief second. She stepped inside and turned on the engine.

she didn't immediately go anywhere. Temperance flipped down the visor and began to inspect herself in the little mirror. She had to assess the damage done by the anorexic bitch.

 

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Oh. He spoke to him! This was progress. What made it even better was that Cherno spoke of them working together. That made Anthony smile until he realized that it meant working with the evil temptress too. Pity.

"Yeah..." Sigh. "But it seems like that'd be harder than it sounds." Point proven as Temperance stormed passed.

Taking out his phone he made a note before texting his sister, saying something about how bad the meeting went. How stupid. He should have just listened to her when she told him to stay home. It wasn't a total waste of time though, since he did get to witness a cat fight. And what a fun one it was.

"Maybe if we skipped more school days and try at it again something will happen." Any reason to miss school.

 

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Pffffffffffffft. John's jokes. Well. The non-religious ones. Okay. The religious ones were funny as well. That guy had a good sense of humour - especially when remembering their inside jokes of typos when they were younger. Cherno picked up the Rubik's cube from Johnathan's hand and he politely thanked him. Sometimes he wondered if Johnathan's incessant religious nagging of people unfamiliar to him was simply a trollish ruse.

A moment later, he watched Temperance storm out. "Later, bitches!" Cherno tried calling out to her, his arm outstretched, but she seemed to have not heard. Damn. He decided to contact her later, over tumblr, when she cooled down a bit. His arm slumped back, and he turned to Anthony, who had been looking at him all this time with his wide, child-like eyes. Jesus.

He remembered when his heterochromatic stare had been replaced with something ... unearthly. It sent shivers down Cherno's spine.

"Yeah... But it seems like that'd be harder than it sounds."
Anthony briefly took out his phone and texted someone. Hm.

"Maybe if we skipped more school days and try at it again something will happen."
"You're not trying to get out of school, are you, kid?" Cherno let off a sly smile as he stared off at Temperance in her car. "It's definitely harder than it sounds, I agree, brother. But y'know, I have an idea. Naw, I've got this hypothesis."

He turned to Anthony. Those eyes.

"It looks like our little jammin' witch thinks she's fly enough to not let us congregate and discuss the e-mail. That, or we simply can't get along. It could be a combination of both, mayhaps, but I need to experiment. It's in my blood as much as romance is in Temperance's blood." He chuckled. Lame joke, Cherno. "When I first met up with some peeps to discuss the e-mail, it failed. Now this failed as well, albeit, for unrelated reasons, you dig?"

He paced around and moved behind Anthony, his hand by his chin in contemplation. "Maybe it's just a coincidence. Maybe Lacey's really is cursed. I'm thinking of gathering up a few peeps -- maybe the ones that won't kill each other, to visit the library and see if this isn't just a simple coincidence. That we really can't get anything about the e-mail settled. I'm still deciding on a date."

"You dig?"

 

temperance sat there staring into the mirror. On occasion she would use it to look back at the diner, but mostly the people outside of it. There was a cut on her face, close to her eye, and a few bruises were forming on her arms. Madeline had held on like a vice grip. A welt slowly began to take shape on her shoulder and she stared down at it angrily. She had slid off the coat once the car warmed up, to better examine herself. the damn bitch bit me! "ugh!" she groaned loudly and pounded her fist against the steering wheel. It let out a loud honking noise and there was a searing pain that jolted through her wrist. Did she really break something punching Madeline in the face?

the adrenaline was starting to wear off and she could feel just how sore her body body really was now. It sucked so much. Her parents were definitely going to have a few things to say about her appearance when they got home. It had been so long since her last fight. It actually felt good. she missed how powerful it made her feel. The exhilarating thrill that she got when her fist connected with someone's face. She didn't slap people like a little pussy. She had just been in a funk lately. This whole email excursion had messed with her Mojo.

that weak little teary-eyed temperance wouldn't be showing her face again any time soon. Her sixteen hour rest yesterday really revitalized her, and the cat fight with Madeline brought back the strength that had been momentarily zapped from her. If anyone would survive this, it would clearly be her. She was so much stronger then the rest of them.

temperance glanced back up into the mirror. She had caught sight of cherno pacing in circles. Seriously, what was that guy's deal?

 

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When the other shivered he began to wonder why. Was it something about him? Then he remembered yesterday. It was surprising, really, that no one mentioned it directly, focusing more on what she had said, or reacted in any way. He was scared that everyone would kick him out as soon as he arrived or act different around him or even as if he was still possessed. So the fact that this was the first thing he saw about it actually made him happy. Sure it meant they wouldn't forget, but it was such a small thing. Easily ignored.

He laugh slightly from that and the next comment. "No, of course not," he quickly lied.

Oops. He was one of the reasons they failed the first time, wasn't he? Oh! So the paper with the email was the same piece he wished to see from before. It was nice to know that was the only thing. However if she had just shown him it the three of them could perhaps speak about it. After all talking about things in a smaller group could have worked better. He even suggested that, though knew all of them needed to discuss it. If others were left out, why, that would make the game harder to win, wouldn't it? All players needed to be on the same page after all. Still, leaving out the ones who would fight was a good step.

"I'm up for it. Sounds smart, but that's to be expected from one of the smartest kids in school. Anyway, when you got the time you should message everyone invited. Oh. Should we share numbers? Everyone in this should be able to contact each other in case...something happens." Like a death.

 

The library. Research! Gathering information! Just like he'd said and it appears that his good friend listened, though he was on the phone at the time John spoke. "Like I said earlier, someone had to have heard or written about her. Or at the least, our given situation." He whispered a brief prayer for the ones on their way home already. And another for the ones Cherno choose. But especially one for himself. Because he was going too.

"I'm going too. I dislike computers.., but my wpm would tell you otherwise." He knew of Anthony but he knew nothing about the boy as a person, at all. Well, the Lord didn't shirk away the poor and strange, so why should he. Taking a deep breath he spoke to Anthony directly. "We all seem to have found each other on Tumblr, but you're right, a phone call or text is much faster. Let's exchange numbers. Before something stupider then this happens."

 

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"If you wouldn't mind, I'd be interested in getting involved too. I hate to miss school but yeah, I think right now this takes priority." Abby finally spoke up, though her voice was still so so quiet. She'd been paying attention ever since they'd stepped outside but only now had she gained enough confidence to actually speak. She quite liked these two despite not really having talked to them before. Neither could really be described as normal but she kinda liked that, they were interesting and out of this group she now found herself part of, ones she would be most interested in getting to know.

On top of this, what was being proposed was a very interesting concept and it gave them the chance to discover more about this mystery. Sure she wanted to make the most of her time if it was very limited now but what would she really achieve at school? Getting to know these two more, might just be a worthwhile activity. Jonathan had now got in on it, she didn't mind him, he seemed like a nice enough guy but she didn't care too much for religion though.

"...Just one thing, can we please avoid cafes? We don't seem to be having the best of luck with them. Also avoiding M and Temperance being anywhere near eachother might be a good idea." She asked, rubbing her neck before getting her phone out, "Swapping numbers also sounds like a smart idea."

...Well this was all provided they lived long enough to see tomorrow. Two people to die today and she felt so powerless to help. Could she be in the last few hours of her life?

 

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He'd been ignored, but it was expected... his input wasn't exactly constructive. So Brian sat there, resting his weary chin on his arm, listening to the others' suggestions. He gave the occasional nod and 'Mhm' to signify his attentive listening... not that anybody noticed. They were so wrapped up in their own words, they barely even noticed him and Aileen. He looked to her, and sighed.

Cherno's freak out took Brian by surprise. He liked Cherno; he seemed like a cool guy but these germophobe moments we're just too much... too dramatic...too over-the-top. The boy knew he had no control over what he was afraid? of, but he could at least try to contain it. He let out another disappointed sigh; this session was going nowhere.

The explosion between Madeline and Temperance only made matters worse, obviously. When Madeline excused herself, he mused on what could be bothering her... you know, other than the whole hundred days thing. It couldn't be Thomas, no... she totally hated him, right? Either way, what what Temperance's problem then? Was she just a natural bitch, or was there something more...? God, these people were so damn confusing.

The fight between the two took Brian completely by surprise, despite their previous verbal dispute. Their bodies rolled and sprawled across the floor like a couple of ragdolls. There was screaming, name calling, hair pulling, everything you'd expect from a classic girl fight. Though he was joking about it now, Brian knew that things like this left lasting grudges. In a time for them all to band together, they were slowly tearing each other apart.

And then of course... they were kicked out. This was so frustrating! He let out an over dramatic sigh. Brian looked around, looking for his best friend. Everyone was starting to disperse, and he most certainly didn't want to be alone. The commotion soon died down, and the thought of two people dying today seeped back into his mind...

He. Needed. To. Find. Aileen. Now.

 

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He didn't really want John's number, that guy was insane. But as he was the one to suggest this...he said his number aloud, for all two-no wait Abby's spoke now-all three to save to their phones or at least write down. Even if no one else was there to take it perhaps the ones he spoke to now could spread it. If he didn't die. Oh, what a waste that would be. To finally get others' to take your number only to die shortly after. The pity!

Anyway. He hoped they got it. But now he turned to the dragon tamer with a smile.

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Abby smiled as she turned to look at Anthony as he spoke to her, "Hey, no it's fine, I probably should of said something earlier. So are you alright?" She asked him with the most delicate of voices, a genuine care behind it. There was something so naive and innocent about that boy that made this whole thing so tragic, to think this would cut his life so short? He didn't deserve to die, he had so much more ahead of him and yet this had happened. It just seemed so unfair. Why had she chosen them? What had they done to make them have to die? Somehow she doubted she'd ever get answers to her questions.

 

Throughout the time that Xavier had remained silent, listening tk everything that was going on aroind him. It didn't take long for everthing to go to hell. The whole point of this meeting had been forgotten in the chaos. Great, this was just perfect. When M had apparently kicked them all out, he simply got up and walked outside to get some fresh air. He didn't like being around argument anyway. Taking in a deep breath, he noticed that some of the other people who'd showed up were gathering. He could just barely make out their conversation, but he did her plans of meeting in the library. Since it seemed like a better suggestion than just waiting around here, he decided to see if he could join. "You mind if I at along, anything at this point seems better than staying here?" He asked, once he got over there.

 

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She was in a a daze as she exited the diner and out into the freezing air, folding her arms over her chest with a soft sigh. She wouldn't let Temperance get the best of her. Even though her body was in pain, her expression stayed neutral. She knew she looked a complete mess, but she tried to ignore that for the sake of her pride. Her eyes were still stinging but she wasn't sure why--other than her guilt. What a mess she's made. Everything she touched seemed to explode into drama. She would have to try and stay out of things now.​

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Quin approached her and she looked away. She was still feeling incredibly ashamed. She asked something about leaving, but she wasn't sure where to. She still didn't want to go home. Her ringer had been shut off for a while now, just in case her mother decided to call and try to apologize and coax her back into forgiving her again. Those photos were precious to her--even more so now. A pang of sadness hit her stomach and then hunger followed. She went pale and involuntarily shuddered. ​

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xxxxxxxxxx There had been talk of yet another meeting, but Kallisti wasn't sure if she was on good terms with the idea or not, since this soiree turned out to be such a success. Of course, as long as Temperance wasn't there, or she was sitting very far away from Kallisti, she would go, and perhaps this one would be more productive. The fact that the Peacock had brought up her mother was still very unsettling, and how dare that bitch say anything. But she calmed herself, there was no need to be acting like this. She would tell Cherno later that she was interested in his little organizing of another meeting.

In the meantime, her thoughts turned to a pale-looking Madeline, who had consequently just said something to her, " Hey, Quin . . . I'm sorry. " She looked at her and frowned, what was she sorry for? Giving Temperance what she really deserved? . . . Perhaps not, and Kallisti needed to stay away from those thoughts, she was being immature and she was growing a little disgusted with herself once again.

" You are . . . sorry? " she said curiously, perking an eyebrow, suddenly feeling very tired, " If you are sorry for what you had done to Temperance, I do not think you should worry much. It seemed like a long time in coming, considering all things . . . " she explained with a small smile, " You nor I deserved what she said, regardless of it even having any truth to it at all. "

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After the fight had unfolded Chase looked back, if he had just stood up and moved when Madeline had nudged him that fight might have been avoided. Well no use regretting it, Chase left the diner approached Madeline cautiously "I hope you're okay." He smiled "Sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to say that this went well, you got everyone together, some talking happened. Maybe if some ground rules are laid out and the location's better then our next meeting will be much more fruitful." He grinned, he'd meant every word he had said. "Well I really hope you survive all this" Chase nodded and then looked around.​

 

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Abby's head jolted upwards, she wasn't quite sure how she knew but she knew. Time seemed to slow down for her as she saw it all in horror. The thick strip of ice glistened on the road so prettily, but so deadly. It was almost surreal how she saw the gas truck hurtle round the corner so fast and out of control, straight towards Lacey's.Its blaring horn was so loud and clear yet everyone was so blissfully unaware on the pavement. Temperance was locked away in her car, oblivious to the immediate danger she was in and Cherno, closest to the curb, ignorant of the trouble he was in, but when it hit this entire place would blow. She would not have time to get Temperance's attention but there had to be something she could do. All this she saw in a split second before time caught up with her.

For once Abby did not freeze, she was not quiet, she was the loudest she'd ever been, "RUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN" She screamed, just hoping they would hear her and move before it was too late. Nor was she still, she moved faster than she'd ever moved before, lunging forward to grab Cherno's shirt while simultaneously turning and dragged him away from the truck as she ran. They had to get out of here, now!! She ran so so fast, making as much noise, just hoping everyone would get the warning and be able to get away in time.

 

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Hearing Abby's warning Chase glanced in the opposite direction she was running. His eyes widened, two people were to die today, could this be it? "Get away from Lacey's!" Chase screamed out, trying to make sure everybody had a chance to escape, before running as fast as his legs would take him.​

 

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Quin said she had nothing to feel sorry for, but she was still embarrassed about losing control like that. She would have told her that if she hadn't been disrupted by the scream of Abby. What the hell was her problem? ...And then she saw it. ​

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A gas truck's horn was blaring wildly as it sped and slid closer and closer to Lacey's. Shit. She had to move. They had to move. Survival instinct took over and Madeline stumbled forward, nearly falling on her face. She grabbed Quin's hand and pulled--not sure if she would follow. She was met with resistance. Was she crazy? She had to MOVE!​

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Her thoughts flashed back to Temperance and she felt her stomach twist into a knot. She was in her car and the truck was speeding towards her. Would she make it in time? With those heels? She didn't know. She didn't have time to drive away without hitting the truck herself. She thought about her wish from earlier. If she died...was it her fault?​

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