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"Any requests?" Aileen asked. She smiled, but something was... different. This smile... it was sincere, like she genuinely was in a good mood despite the whole trapped-in-the-school thing. It was so great to see her like this. He smiled brightly at her, and said, "Perhaps a SNSD song, if you wouldn't mind?"

With Aileen's spirits up, this nigh would surely not be a disappointment. They could jam out together, gossip a little, and just have some... some... fun! Just hang out together and enjoy themselves. Was that too much to ask?

 

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"Perhaps a SNSD song, if you wouldn't mind"

"Of course I wouldn't," Aileen replied as she scrolled through the 'Artists' section of her iphone. Once she got to her list of SNSD songs, she pressed the shuffle button, and a random song began to play. It happened to a song that she loved singing along to. She imitated Jessica Jung's "GG" and "TRX" at the beginning of the song, which caused her to giggle afterwards. Aileen even attempted to do all of the high notes in the song. She was just trying to lighten the mood. Who said you had to be depressed during a lockdown?

 

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Brian's smiled turned into a huge grin as the familiar melody played through the boy's head. He instinctively began to sing along, hitting all the notes to perfection. He sang slightly louder during Yoona's solo, since she was his bias. He giggled along with Aileen as the duo sang.

Brian had been told, on several occasions, that he had a wonderful voice. A gift from the heavens, so they'd say. He brushed it off every time, afraid all those compliments would take the express elevator straight to his head. Still, it made him feel good that he was actually talented at doing something he loved.

 

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Soon enough, Brian joined in on her singing. Aileen had always loved his voice and she was glad that he relaxed enough to sing for fun. After each song finished, her iphone would shuffle to another one, and she and Brian would just casually sing along. With all the fun they were having, she began to forget that it was freezing in the auditorium. When they were done singing, they just talked for a while, like they always did.

As it got late, however, Aileen was getting tired. Her eyelids started to feel heavy. "Hey...Brian?" she said in a soft voice, "I think I'm just gonna...go to sleep now..." Aileen yawned, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

 

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"Madeline, can you use your phone or something to light up the darkness? I can't see a thing and I seriously do not want to trip over a chair."

She flinched. Her phone... Her CAR! She scrunched her face up, stopping herself from moving towards Yuna. No. It wasn't her fault for reminding her of what happened, but if she was already becoming this irritated with her (and this entire situation), then no good would come of them finding a way out together. Instead, she pressed onward by herself, moving in the opposite direction and using the backs of more chairs as a guide and trying to stay as quiet as possible.

This darkness was ridiculous. It was starting to freak her out. It seemed endless. Even as time passed, her eyes didn't adjust. The light that should have come from outside did not. Instead, it was almost as if someone had just taped up a thick sheet of black over the windows. She must have been close to exit, but there was no noise or light coming from outside. If Yuna hadn't been here, Madeline would have thought she had slipped into a coma or something.

Her knuckles burned as she clenched the piece of paper in her hand for dear life. Thunder boomed, but it sounded muffled somehow. Where were they?

Her chair plan was going perfectly until she unexpectedly ran out of the chairs she was leaning on and fell straight on her face. This was terrible.

The ground felt different. Spongy and plush. Actually...it smelled like...Grass? She reached out and felt the same rough texture as earlier brush against her fingertips.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to abandon Yuna. It was selfish, but she may need her, after all.

"Yu--"

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Light suddenly flooded the room. Yes, it was still the library, simply altered a bit. Thick vines and roots coiled up through the floorboards and around the grayed out furniture and bookcases. The windows remained black. If you looked up to the ceiling, you would see nothing but darkness.

With a spine chilling rip, the pages of a large encyclopedia tore straight out of the book and swirled collectively underneath the fallen Madeline. Her eyes blackened and her body slouched (releasing the paper); hair draping over her face as her body was lifted up by an invisible force and placed upright in front of Yuna. Her head snapped back and her mouth curled up into a familiar smile.

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"Welcome, dear YUNA!"

She swung her arms around theatrically.

"You are in one of the MIDDLE realms. A temporary WORLD I do not have FULL control over. It would have KILLED you to meet me DIRECTLY, but I WANTED to SPEAK to you in a place devoid of TIME."

Madeline's body was yanked upwards until she was standing on top of one of the library's tables, as if to get a better look at the blonde-haired girl's figure.

"I want to give you a CHOICE, young Yuna," she licked her lips slowly and tilted her head. Her expression was almost a loving one. "tell ME...WHO should be the NEXT to DIE?"

 

Yuna looked at Madeline's body, which was hoisted up. It was unreal, meeting Crestatia like this. What the hell did she look like? And... What did she mean "a choice"? She was gonna choose who died next? But she couldn't. She wouldn't. "I won't..." Yuna said quietly. "I won't choose someone to die." Yuna was really scared. In her mind, she had sounded more fierce, but she was sure that Crestatia could barely hear her. Yuna decided to try again. "W-what if I say no?" There it was, "What if I refuse?" Yuna felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of her head. Why did I say that? Now I'm gonna die for sure... Yuna thought nervously. But... If she doesn't, what then? Do I tell everyone what happened? Would they even believe me? the young blonde woman wondered.




Madeline knelt delicately and sat on the edge of the table. Her smile never left her.

"I'll kill THREE tonight, including YOU."

The body convulsed once and then calmed after a raspy gasp. Suddenly, her expression was very blank. She stared at Yuna with no hint of her previous amusement.

 

Temperance sat on the counter with the cashier. Her name was Amber and she was twenty-seven, studying at symphonia university. They talked for a little while. Temperance was freezing. Her entire body had chills. Her clothes were cold and soaked. The water was about two feet deep. They had started a small fire near the large glass window overlooking the flooded outdoors. Would this rain ever stop? Could this really be crestatia'spower? Of course it was. That was without a doubt her magic.

She was shivering like crazy. Amber appeared to be doing the same. The fire wasn't helping much. She ate away at a granola bar and sipped at a bottle of water. The nausea had subsided thanks to the pills she took and she was too nervous to check the box with Amber around. This was atrocious. How on earth would she survive the night? They would both freeze to death at this rate. There was nothing to use as blankets. Amber had brought a couple extra sweatshirts and jackets up that the store kept in the back for the staff, but it only provided a fraction of additional warmth.

She wondered about everyone else. On tumblr, there had been a few people announcing they weren't going back to school today? Were they safe? What about everyone at school? The school was probably fine. It was up high enough. She almost wished she had gone to school. Temperance wanted to keep her distance from Amber, but they wouldn't survive if they otherwise. She moved in close to the cashier and they leaned on each other for warmth.

This was disgusting. She never leaned on other women for support. Especially not random strangers. What was the point of all this? So wet. So cold. So sleepy. Temperance had grown so very tired. The exhaustion was seeping in. How much longer could she stay awake.

"We can take shifts."

"What? Oh okay." Amber nodded for her to sleep first and temperance's eyes grew heavier by the second. "Thanks."

 

Yuna stood completely still. She didn't know many of them. Oh no... What do I do? WHAT DO I DO!? The anxiety was killing her. This was the hardest desicion of her life. Yuna sighed, and she began to tear up. She didn't want any of them to die. None of them, no matter how much she hated them. Yuna's eyes burned with tears. She knew everyone would hate her once they discovered what she did. She conisdered saying madeline, but she was the one person she knew would believe her the most, so she had to choose another. At least an hour passed before she spoke (at least, it's what it felt like). She bowed her head before speaking one name in a barely audiable whisper:

















"...Temperance..."

 

"Oh? So you DID choose ...Not even an ATTEMPT to make a DEAL. Not even a sacrifice of your OWN life. Very well, then. GOOD job. You're not as GENTLE as even I THOUGHT."

The room went dark again.

When the light returned, it was the normal light from outside. Sounds from the hallway filled the room.

Madeline's eyes slowly returned to their normal hue and she dropped to the library floor, completely unconscious.

 

John was furious with how long it had been raining! He hoped Cherno had stayed home, worrying about him and his mother made him constantly check his dead phone. Finally someone responded to him! He almost smiled at the music heathen. He cocked his ear and spun in a 360, finding her by hair style he wasted no time in talking as he cut through people to find her.

"Cherno was gathering others for another meeting but it looks like that's canceled until the rain clears." John took a deep breath, feeling a bit crowded as he nervously glanced about for any sign of his analytical friend, hoping he might be here in the school.

 

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Singing along with Aileen brought Brian much joy. The playlist ended sooner than he had hoped, but at least he had fun while it lasted. Then, he heard his best friend weakly murmur, "Hey... Brian? I think I'm just gonna... go to sleep now..." He opened his mouth to reply, but when he looked to her, she was already laying down and fast asleep. The boy chuckled slightly, which led to a long yawn.

Maybe he should call it a night too...

Wrapping himself tightly in the blanket, Brian rested his head on a pillow he also got from the faculty member. Oh, before he forgot! He grabbed the second pillow, and gently lifted Aileen's head to place it on the pillow. So peac... peaceful... the boy drifted off into sleep.

 

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{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : ANNOYED }​

[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝It does now seem like our fate to be picked off one by one.
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xxxxxxxxxx She hadn't expected it to be Jonathan, but when she did find out it was he calling for her, she almost turned around. Slamming into a cheerleader was one thing, Jonathan was another. Kallisti never talked to him, and that was for a reason; she was afraid that he was going to go on and on about his religion. At least, that was the impression he gave off on Tumblr, calling everyone heathens, as if they were beneath him.

" Cherno was gathering others for another meeting, but it looks like that's cancelled until the rain clears. " he told her as soon as he reached her in the dark. She quickly moved her violin case so he wouldn't run into it - the last thing she would need to be able to punch him in any place was incentive.

" He wants to have another meeting, " she began, " even though the last did not go that smoothly? "

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"Yes. This time for research. I just hope he's alright." He didn't even bother looking at her, instead keeping his focus towards the windows. "Take Cherno's number. He'll be in touch. Goodbye." His voice quieted in the room full of students, his hands deftly scribbled his best friend's number onto his own club card, handing it to her before heading for the doors and back to his club room's purity for a troubled slumber.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : CHARACTER PLOT TWIST, WHAT }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED }​

[/url] xxxxxxxxxx ❝It does now seem like our fate to be picked off one by one.
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P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .​

O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R .​

xxxxxxxxxx It was more like he talked at her, and then gave her the piece of paper with Cherno's number on it. " He will be in touch . . . ? " she thought to herself, as she saw Jonathan's figure disappear into the darkness of the hallway, " This does not happen to be a spy movie, does it? "

She needed to find somewhere to sleep, because the auditorium just wasn't going to cut it for her. She had too many precious items on her person, her violin most of all, and so she decided to sleep where she felt safest in the school; the orchestra hall. Luckily enough, she would have her few good acquaintances with her. As she walked, she couldn't but help let her thoughts drift back to Madeline, and then Tyler. She hoped that they were both safe. And . . . and anyone else from the e-mail, for that matter. Hopefully, no one would die for a few more nights because at this rate, they would all be dead before the one hundred days were even half over . . .

Right before she walked into the room, her wrist was grabbed and she was pushed back into the wall, a light now shining in her face. " What the hell are you - ! " she let out, " Let go of me, you basta - ! ", but before she could finish her slur, she was looking into the dark eyes of Harley J. Jackson.

Her blue eyes widened, " H - Harley . . . " she let out weakly, her legs giving out on her, " G - get away from me . . . " The taller boy leaned in and whispered something in her ear, his breath being felt on her neck. She shivered, and then he was gone.

When he was gone, Kallisti slumped to the floor - she only hoped what he just told her wasn't true.

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Even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to move. Pain wracked her entire body and her mind was blank. After a few minutes, her eyes fluttered open to the dark library ceiling. Her mouth tasted like copper and her arms felt impossible to lift. She didn't remember any of what happened, but she had a small idea. She felt completely broken, it hurt so bad. Madeline closed her eyes and willed the world to stop spinning.

She wouldn't be getting up any time soon, so she tried to make the library floor as comfortable as possible for her to sleep (or die) on, with minimal effort. She didn't care to figure out where Yuna was. She stopped breathing for a minute, hoping it would cease the ache in her rib cage.

It did.

How terrible.

 

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Having fallen into a classroom, Altair soon found himself slowly getting up and examining the area. Bellhurst was a big school that held many rooms in its halls. The place Altair found himself was a room for many extracurricular activities. It was a rarely used one and if anything it was more of a storage room than a classroom. Since nobody was in the room, Altair took it among himself and locked the door behind him. With that he would have to worry about some jackass...well being a jackass. With the deed done Altair started his next step, working towards a sleeping area. It took a while due to the darkness and there was strain from his wounds, but in the end Altair was able to move around the tables together to make a nice area to rest on. Hopping on top of the area, Altair rested his back on the desks and rested his head on his hands.

After a good while Altair took off the red cloth tied to his forehead and held it before him. "Say...just how long do you think I will last?...Its funny really, when I wanted to join you all I was unable to, but now when I found a purpose in this world, a reason to say...it seems like I will be joining you " Altair said quietly as he closed his eyes "I can't die now....I wish to see the finale, it is not due to a lust to live, but more of a desire to witness humanities' reactions. The beings that inhabit this world, I wish to see how they feel rage, sorrow.....and love" Altair said opening his eyes as he saw the splatter of blood before him. This blood was something only Altair could see, a memory of the past that Altair bore witness to long ago. "Just...what is love" Altair said as he closed is eyes once more and fell fast asleep. Tomorrow was another day, just what would happen next?

 

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December 6th, Wednesday

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There was a loud bang followed by some low rumbling that seemed to go on for hours before another round of thunder happened. Like this, it was near impossible to sleep. Only at the beginning did Elizabeth managed to get some shut eye, being tired enough to sleep through the lighting and thunder. But once rested sleep became a chore.

How could it possibly be going on still? If it was the work of that demon than she had misjudged her; for Elizabeth thought she wanted amusement and this was just getting tiresome.

Yawning she sat up, checking her phone for the time. How early... What's worse is that she hadn't had a change of clothes or even a brush. With such bedhead...oof. Oh well, she'd manage. Though it would be nice to just go home now and check on her brother. He had to be okay, right? Since their house shared the same high ground advantage as the school...

Shaking the thought she stood and stretched. Abby looked asleep still, and she didn't lavish the idea of going outside. So instead she was left with nothing to do but pace around, using the time to get her blood flowing.

 

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Tyler stared outside through his window at what could only be described as a torrential storm. He let out a deep sigh...
His day before had been not the most productive since he was stuck inside... and he was worried... about the other email people, but most of all, Quin and Abby. In particular after reading Abby's Tumblr... he'd been ready to run out to the school despite the immediate danger, and he knew just how dangerous it could be... After all... he was one of the names on the email. His life was always in question now.
...He didn't care though. While it was easy to say such a thing and would sound cliche. Tyler was just that type of guy. He'd risk everything for a friend. They all had to be there for each other. And he was prepared to do such a thing. It was only Abby's reassurances that she'd be fine that had stopped him from running outside.t
Music boomed from his headphones as he sat in front of his laptop, trying to ease the worries in his mind. The screen showed photoshop open and the email from before enhanced. He too had decided to try and figure out what was going on... Since he was trapped here, he might as well do something useful, but all he had found was... this...
A code of some sort...

Code:

66825546422256673235546466735444666622
23782623667373683623662625966366367448
36377666372966546363776656836646736624
262372839687735367343896**********

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...Tyler wasn't good at these sorta things... Maths was not his strong suit so he was struggling trying to find a sequence of some sort or mathematical pattern, and he was out of ideas.
He tried rearranging the code, looking at it from top to bottom, backwards, diagonally, but... even if he was doing something right, he wouldn't have known. He just couldn't figure it out. He had no idea what he was even looking for, let alone how he should try to decipher it.
The internet had turned up blank as well, but... of course it would. Crestatia wouldn't make it that easy.
He let out another sigh... "No. I can't give up yet. I won't ever quit no matter what it takes. I'll beat you at your game Crestatia. Just wait. ...I won't ever give up." He vowed to the storm around him.
There was one thing you could always count on with Tyler... and that was... that he'd always be stubborn.

 

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Abby slept surprising well and with no dreams, which meant no nightmares. Elizabeth's words had swept round her head so many times before she'd dropped off though, she didn't hate her. She didn't hate her. She didn't hate her. And maybe, just maybe, she'd made a new friend. Elizabeth had even gone and fetched some blankets so they could sleep in there and she didn't have to go out and face them. She really didn't know what the days to come would bring but it was nice to have someone look out for her for a change. At the very least, Abby had fallen asleep smiling.

Slowly her eyes flickered open, not that it made any difference in the pitch black. It took her a moment, laying there to remember where she was and why her bed felt strange. Then she remember. The floods. Elizabeth. She could still hear the rain hammering down, perhaps even harder, it didn't look like they'd get to go home yet. She was still trapped, hiding, waiting for the inevitable to happen. She was a little scared but she could face her fear, this wasn't going to ruin the rest of her short life.

In the darkness she could kind of hear someone moving about but she didn't really feel light getting up just yet. She rolled over to face the direction she could hear movement, "Mhmm." She murmered, as she came round, "-lizabeth? You there?" She asked, her voice half asleep and quiet. She hoped she was, she didn't really want to be alone in the blackness.

 

Sleep was very difficult the night before. The fire had burnt out and there was nothing burnable within immediate reach. They had traded off on watch, but neither of them truly slept. The were freezing. Temperance could barely feel her limbs. The water level had increased exponentially. It was within a few inches from the top of the counter.

They would have to move, but where? She still couldn't get her damn phone to turn on. Did crestatia really want to screw her over this badly? It was unfair. The rain seemed relentless. Would it ever stop? They needed higher ground, desperately. There was no choice but to wade through the water, but to where? There was nowhere to go. Panic was beginning to,settle in once again. How much longer would she last?

Temperance needed a miracle to survive. What was going to claim her first: hypothermia, or drowning? It was a cruel way to go. Would she ever even be found? Identified? She had never feared water so greatly before. Temperance was a strong swimmer, but she was already so weak. What was the point of this? Had someone done something, or was it just for pure torture?

What could she do? What was there for her to do? think temperance. her eyes roamed over the copy of the email imprinted in her mind. the rules. That meeting with crestatia. What is there..oh...deals right? she could make a deal, but how? How could she contact crestatia and what would be the price of it? What would crestatia want in exchange? It was only day seven. She couldn't die so quickly.