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xxxxxxxxxx It was just them, now. No Altair, no Harley. Just Kallisti and Madeline, and the rain in the background . . . Her muscles felt like they had been tense this entire time, and it was nearly one of the best feelings she had ever experienced when she finally relaxed. She breathed out and looked at Madeline once more, inspecting her features closely; she really hoped that she didn't think Kallisti was some sort of . . . nutjob. Yes, she did have some anxiety issues, yes, she was paranoid sometimes, and yes, she was a human straight out of the 1800s, but . . .

Sigh . . .

" I'm fine . . . " Madeline replied, and Kallisti stood up straighter, being put more at ease with her reply, " . . . Are you . . . Um. " she began, and Kallisti looked at her with curious eyes, " Well, I mean . . . uh. Are you . . . Are you okay? "

. . . Well, this was most unexpected. For a few moments, she was stunned into silence, her face remaining blank as she contemplated the answer. Moving on from her initial surprise at the question - Madeline's question - she began to think on it. Was she okay? Things were okay, now . . . One of the many banes of her existence was no longer around, and the only thing she had to worry about was the flooding outside and Madeline thinking that she was a freak. Not that - she . . . cared what Madeline thought of her . . . Not in the least, but . . . Well.

" Yes, I am alright . . . " she replied, slowly, " I just had a little scare in the auditorium. It was a most . . . unexpected surprise, but I am fine, now. " she continued, and then she gave a small smile in the dark, wondering if Madeline could really see her face, " . . . Thank you, for asking, I mean. "

This being locked in the school was going to be the death of her and her personality and mannerisms. Speaking of death - the water was looking dangerously high outside, perhaps they should do something about moving to higher ground . . . " What do you think we should do, now? " she asked after moments of silence.

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There was another rumble of thunder around them. Was it simply Cherno, or did he hear the lockers rattle?

Goddamnit. It looks like this rain was getting worse. A safe point here could only do so much. The school was close to the lake. The levees had breached, and this place also had the potential to flood if the rain kept going and going. The connection here was spotty, but he could get some time to check up on news updates. The problem was that there seemed to be absolutely nobody else here. What-- what happened to everyone?

Temperance seemed to be on the verge of tears again. These few days must have been terrible for her. And what is more, he-- he could barely do anything to comfort her right now. A brief idea of giving her a hug crossed through his mind-- no, Cherno. Stop it, you dog. You were wet and dirty anyway. He sighed, and she looked back up at him, with an attempt at a fairly brave face.

"I'm fine, just a little bit under the weather."

Nope. It was something serious, wasn't it?

"Come on. You really need dry clothes. No arguing or distracting." Cherno winced a bit as she tapped his nose lightly. Not-- not because he was getting flustered, o--or anything. Enough distractions indeed! Cherno stared directly into the girl's green eyes.

"Look, sister," He began, placing his fingers close to his forehead, shooting off another sigh.

"You and I have been through some of the most high-trippin', home-flyin', twisted things so far today. I'm not sure if anyone else has been -- or where anyone else even is right now. But this only means that we've got each other right now. And you know what that means?"

He let off an intense stare. It was the type of stare that he used to give those he analyzed intently.

"It means I'm not going to leave you regardless of any problem you may have. Please remember this. We're in this together. And to be honest, I'm much happier that I can at least share my experiences with someone. Humans ... humans are social creatures, you dig? We need each other. This place feels unsafe to me. Call it a ... logical hunch, maybe? The school isn't going to hold up forever. I'm not going to pry much, sister. So ..." He trailed off as he thought deeply about what to say, before settling on echoing the words of a man long passed.

"So, know, that in times of danger like this, the last thing people who trust each other would do is abandon each other in the middle of hell."

Unseen from Temperance's eyes, he clenched his bad hand in anger. Fuck, why-- why did that have to happen back then? Cherno grit his teeth and looked down.

"If you think you'll ... be getting rid of me anytime soon ..." He raised his head smirked back at her. "I'm sorry, but you're stuck with the unattractive loser poet." He let out a chuckle. It was genuine too, for once. Maybe less awkward, he hoped.

He turned away from her and opened the door, back into the darkened hallway. "I'm not stepping into the seventh circle of hell that's the boys' change room, sorry. I-- well, unless you want me to f--freak out again, haha. I'm game and jammin' enough to grab something from the infirmary. They stock extra medical uniforms there."

And extra bandages.

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Taking the moment to rest himself against the lockers, Altair took a deep breath and stood up straight "there I should be alright now" Altair muttered as he took a step forward. Quintus had left him, most likely to meet up with Madeline. He finally found some company and they managed to leave him. He really didn't wish to be alone so he decided to attempt to encounter the other two once more. The distance wasn't as far as he thought it would be. Using his cane for balance, Altair walked back up to the duo "hey sorry about that, kinda got a bit dizzy back there" Altair said closing his eyes as he scratched the back of his head as he let out a small chuckle. "Would you mind if I stuck with you guys? If not I understand" Altair said opening his eyes as stared at the two. Quintus was alright, but Madeline confused him. Just why did she exactly hate him so? He never did anything wrong and he all he ever did was just try to be nice. That cold attitude, it reminded him of himself. For now he would merely counter Madeline's glares with a smile.

 

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" I just had a little scare in the auditorium. It was a most . . . unexpected surprise, but I am fine, now. "

Okay, good. ...These feelings were exhausting. Especially the decent ones.

" What do you think we should do, now? "

Oh, man, why was she asking her? ...She didn't know anything. She kind of wanted to go outside into the rain and just drown herself in a puddle. Crestatia wouldn't like that. Crestatia. She wondered...Could they go outside? It would be pretty pointless to make everyone else disappear if they could just leave. Unless this wasn't Crestatia's doing and something else was going on.

"I'll...I'll be back, Quin. There's something I want to check." She didn't really want to leave Quin there, but she also had a very bad feeling about taking Quin with her. It was one of the same feelings she had gotten after her night at the church. A feeling that reminded her of Thomas...A warning.

Oh, great. Altair appeared out of no where. First time she was happy to see him. "I think you should stay together."

She nodded, sure of herself now. Quin wouldn't be alone and she would go check. Without giving either of them the chance to follow, Madeline strode off and disappeared in the darkness.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx " I'll . . . I'll be back, Quin. " Madeline started to tell her, and Kallisti's face lit up in slight alarm, " There's something I want to check. "

Almost biting her lip, she frowned. She wanted to go with her, she didn't want Madeline to be alone, but . . . Well, she did say she would be back, and it wasn't as if Kallisti really doubted that, she was just a little worried for her well-being, with Crestatia looming over them always, " Very well, " she replied, " Be careful, now . . . "

Altair had just shown up again, and she'd barely taken note of his appearance until Madeline said something, " I think you should stay together. " And when Kallisti turned to see Altair, and then turned back to question Madeline, the girl was already gone. In the dark, she bit her lip - why was she being left with him? It wasn't as if she didn't like the boy, but . . . Well.

" You are free to stay, " she said, in reply to his question, " I warn you now, I do not want to move until Miss Madeline returns. " she said, and then noticed that he had a cane and a slight limp, " How do you fare? " she asked him, " I am sorry for leaving you before, I was just in a bit of a hurry, do forgive me. "

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Temperance pursed her lips and sighed. She wanted to tell him. There was something there compelling her desire to tell them, but she couldn't. She took a deep breath, and nodded. Temperance really wanted to believe him. It would be so much easier. "To the nurse's office then." She smiled, but it have the same playful glow as before. She was still exhausted and the new news only added to the mental wear she was dealing with.

Temperance rubbed her temples and patted her face. She needed to stay focused. It was so hard to keep going, but Cherno needed dry clothes. That was their goal right now. She could do that. After what he did for her, the least she could do was find clothes for him. he saved her. Her heart started pounding as they walked through the hallways. "You're not...you're that unattractive...by the way."

She kept her eyes focused forwards. Temperance couldn't face him. Things had gotten weird so quickly. She shivered and began to rub her hands up and down her bare arms to warm up. "What happened to your hand? It's not my fault is it? I didn't expect anyone to come after me. It felt...felt like i was definitely going to be next." She swallowed hard and risked a glance over to his hand. The cop had asked her about it, but she had no clue. What could it have been from?

 

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It seemed Temperance was not going to budge. That was okay enough. Cherno wanted her to be comfortable after all ... well, as much as she could be with whatever was bothering her being so troublesome. They walked towards the infirmary. Fingers of soft silence seem to grab at them from the empty, darkened hallways of the school. These cavelike passages of hell were connected only to reality by the few flickering ceiling lights that seemed to guide their way to the infirmary, and the constant rain outside. It was growing worse and worse.

"You're not...you're that unattractive...by the way."

Cherno swiftly turned his head to her with a suspicious and surprised look. She seemed too busy with her own thoughts and reflections to notice him. He did not say anything in reply. Psh. At least Temperance could tell good jokes.

They were close to the infirmary. Only another hallway or so. Cherno heard Temperance's voice in the darkness.
"What happened to your hand? It's not my fault is it? I didn't expect anyone to come after me. It felt...felt like I was definitely going to be next."
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Cherno looked at his hand. He had a few painkillers left ... but.

Shit.

He should probably get some painkillers from the infirmary as well.

Should he tell her? He supposed it would not really hurt. She was ... nearby, after all. And only she had seen -- something that Cherno would make sure would stay that way.

"It's not your fault. It happened a bit earlier."

The door to the infirmary was ahead. The bright red sign flickered in the distance.

"I'll tell you if we can get some place to chill in the infirmary. I guess you deserve to know. And let's make sure you don't need to get the feeling of being next again, anytime soon."

 

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It was dark. She already knew that, but it was beginning to frighten her again. Thunder growled overhead and lightening flashed every once and a while. School had never been more terrifying. Shrouded in darkness, everything felt so much larger than before...Every little shift and step from afar sounded so much louder and closer than it should have. She was scared. Though, the closer she got to the exit the less paranoid she felt.

It was actually quite dark outside as well. The sky was lit with lightning from time to time, and otherwise a pale dark rose hue. Madeline didn't know what time it was, but she assumed it was very late. Her body felt heavy and her eyes were still burning from earlier. She pushed open the front entrance doors to Bellhurst High and stepped out into the much chillier waiting area. The vent on the right wall buzzed softly, blowing stale air into her hair. She grimaced and trudged on the thick carper to the second and final set of doors.

Rain plummeted down in a way much too aggressive to be natural. It was almost as though someone was simply sifting the ocean somewhere up above the thick, endless clouds hovering over the city.

It was so loud and so dark. She was scared. Her fingers trembled. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. There were no cars outside. No people, either. No bikes...No indication of life. She didn't see any planes or helicopters flying above...Though that was understandable. She wondered how many innocent people died because of them. She had started thinking of that since the incident at Lacey's. How many people would Crestatia kill just to get to them?

Her palms rested on the wide handle of the first door.

What would happen if she stepped outside?

Her heart was pounding and her head was spinning. She was so conflicted. Part of her wanted to try it. What if stepping out would take her back home? What if she could actually find help, and there was a reasonable reason for everyone's disappearance? ...What if she died, though? It would be so sudden. She would have no control over it.

No, this wasn't worth it. How silly. Why was she trying to be the hero? No one cared about her. No one gave a shit. Probably not even Quin. No one in this building was worth dying for.

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As Altair watched Madeline walk off, Altair turned his attention back to Quintus. "ah its a pain in the ass really but I'll manage" Altair said with a smile as he slowly leaned against a near by wall. "I understand why you were in such a rush and I truly commend you for caring for a friend like that" Altair said sincerely as he looked over at his new companion. "Its nice to see somebody care about another person. I tried to at least befriend the girl but it seems she dislikes me" Altair said nonchalantly as he stared up at the dark ceiling calmly. "but I'm used to it...they all feel the same way about me...always with the stares" Altair said shifting his eyes over at Quintus "....I wouldn't even be surprised if you though the same way" Altair said coldly as he closed his eyes and groaned. "why the hell did I just say that....ignore what was just said...if you feel uncomfortable just say the word and I will flee" Altair said with a smile.

 

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" But I'm used to it . . . They all feel the same way about me . . . Always with the stares, " and he looked at her, while she frowned at this, " . . . I wouldn't even be surprised if you felt the same same way. " he then told her in a colder tone.

Her temper almost flared. Almost. How dare he. " I believe you are getting too far ahead of yourself, sir, " she said to him, in an equally cold manner, " I do not believe it is possible for you to predict my outlook on your personality, and I do not like that you have done so. "

" Why the hell did I just say that . . . " he went on, almost as if he hadn't heard her, " Ignore what was just said . . . If you feel uncomfortable, just say the word and I will flee. "

" . . . You are a very strange person, Altair. " Kallisti said suddenly, before she could stop herself, " I do not want you gone. It is fine if you stay. I am only here, waiting for Miss Madeline to return. " she continued, " I do not mind you at all, and you should not be so down on yourself. If you do not approve of yourself, then who will, hmm? "

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She nodded and gave him a small smile. The infirmary would have beds, and blankets. They could sleep. She had never been so thrilled at the idea of sleep. Maybe there would be an extra sweatshirt in the lost and found as well. That would be nice. A sweatshirt would be warm and comfortable, even if it was dirty and used. Anything that provided warmth would be nice. She pushed open the doors and felt a chill as they walked in. Temperance moved over to one of the cots and sat down.

She yawned again and curled up into a ball on top of the sheets, facing him. She shivered again and slid under the sheets beneath her. How did he plan on keeping her from feeling like she's next. In this strange group of people, she was the outcast. Wouldn't it make more sense for her to be gone next? Things would be more dramatic for crestatia if the last people were tight-knit? It would cause greater heart break, giving her more pleasure. More pleasure. She thought about how yesterday she felt connected to crestatia-- understood her point of view. Today, that hasn't changed, but the thought really did sicken her.

Temperance was a monster just like crestatia and now there was an even greater monster--in her opinion-- growing inside her. How could this happen? It was so disgusting. It made her feel utterly filthy. Would chrrno really understand and not leave her over this? Leave her? It's not like they were dating, they weren't even friends.

Temperance closed her green eyes and covered her face. "I won't peek. Change quickly. I want...i want to know the real cherno." She patted the bed beside her legs. Story time once he changed. They could both be warm, dry, uncomfortable now.

 

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Altair's eyes widened upon hearing the girls voice yell out to him. "you've got quite a way with words miss" Altair said as he closed his eyes with a sigh "your right how very stupid of me" Altair said as he glanced over at the girl "sorry for my assumption...it was wrong of me to say such a thing" Altair said sincerely. Her words made him realize just how little he actually knew people, the single memory of others clouded his mind and thus he came to a conclusion he usually avoided. Closing his eyes Altair smiled at the girl "I always attempt to make friends but at the moment I am doing a terrible job...I really suck at it" Altair said calmly as he leaned his head back to the wall.

 

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"...It's you, right?"


Her heart just about stopped. Where was his voice coming from? It was muffled somehow. Was he behind her? Outside the door? She should look--No! She shouldn't turn around. He was...dead. He was gone. He wasn't...But why? She couldn't bare it. Turning around would just...Seeing him again would just tear her apart inside. Why was this happening? Was this Crestatia? It...It had been Thomas who was crushed, hadn't it? Yes, it had to be. The school even did the whole assembly thing. (She was still wondering why there hadn't been ones for the other two). What would happen if she turned around?

"Tho...Thomas?" Her voice was a whisper. Her throat felt closed off and her hunger cramps were worse now than they had ever been. Her eyes burned again, this time with tears. She could feel her face contorting into an expression of pure disbelief. This was too much. This was too much for her. She couldn't do it anymore. Her stomach ached, her body trembled. She was so tired. She just wanted to sleep, but even the time she got to do so didn't feel like much. These emotions...they were so taxing on her. So terribly taxing. "I'm done..."

There was a bit of silence, and then a boom of thunder.

"Come here, Maddy..It's alright, now."

His voice was as gentle and calm as ever. It didn't nauseate her anymore. She could vividly imagine him now. Thick, wild hair...Neat glasses that slid down his nose every once and a while. Those deep eyes...She imagined him holding his arms out to her without judgement. Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt. She felt as though she would drop dead of a heart attack at any moment.

Slowly, she turned around. Her chest heaved with uneven breaths. Thomas. He stood right outside of the door, smiling softly.

Somewhere, deep down in some abyss within her, she knew what this meant. Thomas. He had been guiding her and warning her, hadn't he? She felt him. He was dead, there was no way he couldn't be, so to follow him...Where would she be going? There was only one logical conclusion. She would be following him to Death, wouldn't she?

"I'm scared."

She continued moving towards him until her forehead was pressed up against the glass door of the building. The vent in the small waiting area buzzed and glitched. It was getting hotter in here, but the glass was cool. The thunder was so loud now that the building vibrated a bit with the sound. Thomas tilted his head for a moment, then moved forward with his usual amount of confidence and energy. He kissed the spot on the glass where her forehead was and before she knew it she was sobbing. Heart ripping, stomach twisting sobs.

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As Temperance sat on the cot, Cherno shuffled around the infirmary for what he needed. He opened a cabinet and grabbed one of the suits hanging in the closet. He then moved to the desk. Conveniently, there were a few bottles of painkillers there. Cherno sighed in contentment. He stuffed two of the bottles in the pockets of his coat -- more a formless piece of cloth with many rips, having lost its sleeves. It had almost completely dried, at least. Looking through the desk, he opened drawer after drawer. Shoot. What was that in the fourth drawer?

It looked like ... bloody scissors?

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Ugh! How unsanitary! He quickly slammed the drawer shut. Opening the final drawer, he found extra bandages. Grabbing the roll, he turned to Temperance.

"Well then." He said.

"I won't peek. Change quickly. I want ... I want to know the real Cherno."

What? Why does she word things like that! He was not sure to what extent this girl knew how to be coy. He looked around the room and spotted the medical curtain. Moving quickly, due to the little time they had, he moved it between himself and Temperance, and, satisfied with the privacy, he changed in the farthest corner of the room as possible. He dropped his former coat in a pile to the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt. It was a relief to Cherno to get rid of the wet clothing.

He would have to tell her about his hand, huh? He didn't really like talking about himself very much.

The thunder let out a sharp crack. Cherno turned to the window of the infirmary in the darkness. In the flash of lightning, he saw that the sky was a dreary, dull dark pink. It seemed almost dreamlike and hellish. Winds threw around droplets of rain and whipped leaves and twigs. He wondered if there was anyone else outside here.

Cherno, snug in the baggy blue medical pants, looked down at his feet.

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Was that water? Shit. Was it -- was it coming from the floor? The ceiling? Where was it coming from?

As he glanced around, he realized that the floor of the infirmary was very slightly wet -- as if it were the solid floor of a pool side. His bare feet made embossed prints in the thin watery film. He had barely noticed this. Was the water rising? Were they really safe here?

Cherno slid the shirt onto his torso and picked up his formless coat. He definitely could not wear it normally in its current state. Hmm. What to do, what to do with it? He brought it around his shoulders. It seemed to fit well enough, a bit like a cape or a robe, albeit dirty. Good enough.

He slid the curtain away, all dressed and feeling much cleaner. This put him in a positive state.

Temperance looked fairly tired. The day must have taken all of her strength. Cherno walked slowly over to the bed and sat down next to Temperance. Story time.

"Temperance, we need to be careful." Cherno said. "When I said the school wouldn't hold out forever," He indicated the film of water on the floor with his gaze, "I meant it."

He let out a long sigh. The rain battered the window with the force of a tempestuous machine gun. "Are you feeling sleepy, Temperance? I can tell you this story tomorrow." He glanced at his wounded hand. He would change the bandage when she was asleep.

 

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" I always attempt to make friends, but at the moment, I am doing a terrible job . . . " he said, and she sighed, " I really suck at it. "

" Perhaps you should just . . . not try so hard. " Kallisti suggested, learning her head against the wall just as he did, " I do not have my friends myself, but I do not believe that it is something you try at. If you talk to someone and the conversation flows easily, then you fall into what you could call ' becoming friends '. " she explained, not really knowing why she was saying this to him, " If it was meant to be, then it was meant to be. "

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Aaaaaah. Sweet baby! Jesus. That was good. This was good. It was so good. Hnnng. Why did he ever stop? Sure he had to find the right sinner. But that was easy, since he was just like them. Weak and human. He exhaled, slowly. Giving the shadowy fellow one of his rare smiles while dissecting him with his eyes. John kept his mouth shut and sealed tight as he took another puff of the white stick sealed between his lips.

He inhaled another addictive mouthful while GE settled down in the barely used stairwell by the entrance to the school. He could even hear footsteps outside it from time to time, but GE kept his head down and no one knew a thing in this darkness. Suddenly though, the smoking sinner who procured John's pack of nicotine was gone. That. Or really quiet. It made John stand up and stamp out the rest of his cigarette . As his foot connected with the stick, his heart twinged at the loss. But a lighter and another pack assuaged him. He asked for forgiveness a multitude of times while he sat hands clasped, grey smoke dissapearing even further into the darkness. He prayed as much as he felt was needed and stood hack up, brushing anything off his knees as he contemplated what to do.

He needed better reception, so He stepped out into the hall, glad his stomach no longer growled since he bluntly ignored Altair. He needed what he needed and would stop for nothing. Leaning against the locker he held his phone up in his left hand and mashed his power button repeatedly in the dark. His phone carried this odd recharging battery that would recharge a bit after dying and being left alone with no charge. Ah, worked. His thumbs danced across the keys. One text to mother. Pause. Read Cherno's message. Ask that ******* where had he been while the town flooded. And where was he now?

 

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xxxxxxxxxx It had been a while . . . She was starting to get worried, but Kallisti was extremely conflicted within herself. Should she go after Madeline to check on her, or should she stay here and continue this nice little chat with Altair? Although she loathed to think about the man, Peter would tell her to ask herself " Who do you treasure more? "

She knew the answer to that question, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but what was done, was done, " Excuse me again, Altair. " she told him, standing up, " I feel the need to check on Miss Madeline. " But she would not tell him more than that. Quickly, she began to walk down the hall, and when she felt she wasn't moving fast enough - for she had a bad feeling - she began at a run. It still wasn't fast enough for her - so she sprinted.
What was she doing?

Just up ahead, she saw the dark gray light of the outside, coming in from the glass doors, and in front of the glass doors stood a smaller figure. Who was that . . . ? She continued to sprint, realized how long it had been since she'd done so. Finally, she was close enough to tell who it was, and it was Madel - WHAT WAS SHE DOING.

" WHY IS SHE OPENING THE DOOR?! " Kallisti thought in a panic. " MADELINE! " she nearly screamed out, hoping that the girl could hear her - but she was paying attention to something else. What was it that she was paying attention to?! " I have to stop her! " Kallisti thought in even more panic. Why was she even getting into this mess!?

" MADELINE! " she called out again, and this time, she was right upon the girl, feeling the cruel bluster of wind and the violent splash of water at her legs from the crack-opened door. And Madeline wanted to go out into this!? What on earth was the girl thinking?!

Without a second thought, Kallisti snatched Madeline away from the door so roughly that the two girls fell back and were now on the wet tile floor, the door once again closed. It was eerily silent all around them and she could only hear her harsh breathing and thumping heart. She was angry. Outraged. She could not believe this girl that was now next to her. They were already all set to die - DID SHE REALLY WANT TO GO SOONER? DID KALLISTI REALLY HAVE TO ADMIT THAT THE PEACOCK TEMPERANCE WAS RIGHT? "

Before she knew it, she was actually yelling these words at Madeline, and she couldn't stop herself, " I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU, MADELINE, WHAT WERE YOU DOING? " she continued on, her voice giving way and echoing through the dark halls, " DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DIE SO MUCH THAT - that . . . " Her voice began to crack, " I c - cannot believe you would just . . . g - go out - there - i - in that horrid weather, and - you were g - going - to j - just l - leave me, just like - th - that . . . "

What was she doing? Why was she crying?

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HOUSES ARE FLOODING!!
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"Seems so," Elizabeth replied to Abby once she had returned to her spot next to her. It would seem that the girl had heard her phone call as well. Normally that would upset her, but as Elizabeth heard her's as well this time would be an exception.

She wished to say something, anything to keep things from falling silent once more. But no words were coming and all she could do was pace. Then, perhaps as a joke, her feet began swishing some water around. It didn't seem like much, but moments ago there was none. So who knows how long it would take to go from not much to a lot.

Looking around she found the gym to be one of the worst places to be in. No windows, which brought up how odd it was for water to be getting in now, and hard to open doors. "I think it wise to relocate..." it was more of a murmur than she intended, but still it would be heard. So knowing it would have she left the gym, thinking it would be okay somewhere. Some place had to be higher...safer...right?

[ LEVEL SEVEN - BGM - STATUS: DOESN'T WANT TO DIE - UPDATE: N/A ]​

Ah! There was water everywhere downstairs and it was quickly raising. His games! The systems! It didn't seem possible to save all of them so he made do with what he could stuff in his backpack. His laptop too. And ipod! Bye homework! There was just no room for it now, and besides. It was homework. And this was better than saying 'my dog ate it.'

What else was there to save? His phone, of course, but that was shoved into his pocket instead.

"I'm sorry!" Anthony shouted back to the things he had to leave behind before running downstairs and waddling through the water. However even once he had gotten outside it was hard knowing what to do. He wasn't used to these situations, nor did he ever pay attention to the times when things like these were discussed. How he regretted that now.

Pulling out his phone he quickly dialed the one useful number he had, not like the contact list was long though, and awaited for the other side to pick up. Come on, master of logic. Save the poor drowning boy.

 

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HOUSES ARE FLOODING!!
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It looks like poor Temperance fell asleep. Cherno sighed.

He jumped off the bed and went over to cabinet again. Opening it, there was a small pile of blankets, right below the hung suits. Perfect. He grabbed one, and returned to the bed. Carefully moving close to Temperance, he gently draped the blanket around her shoulders. He hoped she would feel warmer like this. Hah. She looked kind of cute when sleeping. Innocent and almost like she was a young child again.

Brrrrrrr.


Ack! Was that his phone? Cherno quickly grabbed it from his coat pocket and turned it on. Another crack of lightning brightly lit the room for a moment. It was a text from Johnathan -- oh goddamnit. He seemed really pissed. Cherno quickly replied that he had ... been trying to get to the school. Sounds good. Get to the school with a friend, because the houses were flooding. Sorry that he couldn't save any of their things. He then said he was in the infirmary. Beep. He sent the text, and hoped it could be sent in the storm.

He placed his phone in the breast pocket of the medical suit and looked at his bad hand. He moved it around, spreading out and waving his fingers, and then clenching his fist. Maybe it was a bad idea to tell her about the story.

Brrrrrrrring.

Goddamnit! Was that Johnathan calling him now? Nobody else could, or would call him at this moment. He retrieved his phone again.

Unknown ... number?

He slowly and carefully accepted the call, and brought the phone to his ear.

 

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HOUSES ARE FLOODING!!
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John didn't have much battery life left, and his Christian lackeys were a bit of a bore so his feet directed him towards the largest building in school. His eyes didn't look at the screen as he fired off a reply to Cherno telling Cherno to meet up with him at the auditorium so that Cherno could tell him the state of their homes. It took a few minutes to navigate the halls of Bellhurst High but John made it to the auditorium.

He paused outside the door to make sure his clothes aired out before pushing open the double doors and stepping inside.