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"Starving definitely, and no problem. You ARE my buddy, right?" she grinned as she started gratefully tucking into the breakfast he had prepared, leaving her rhetorical question hanging in the air. Zoey was amused as she watched Matt suddenly pull on his crumpled shirt like he felt ashamed. "Hey. No need to worry. I'm always half naked in front of you anyway, so you can do what you like. Or would it help if I removed my shirt too?" she teased him setting the tray aside and lifting up her shirt slightly just so he could see a bit above her tummy. At his reaction, she started giggling a cute laugh. "Just kidding." Albeit, it's not like she minded either.

"So, what's the plan for today? Are we going to the dorms like we said? I'd need to pop home and quickly pack some stuff if we do but that won't take me long at all." he asked as she started to eat again. "Yeah. That's the plan. We need to see what we're getting into after all. I don't know much about the area let alone this new school. It's just... tedious I guess. I only just moved and now I have to move again. Well... I guess I am on a roll though, and it's easier for me to move now than it would be to move later. So either way..." she shrugged, finishing her food and setting the tray aside yet again before standing up. "What do you need anyway? I can give you a hand if you need." she told him as she moved across the room and started pulling her shirt off completely this time. She was facing away from him though so all he'd get was a view of her bare back. She pulled on a bra before starting to pull down her panties to exchange them for new ones, ...and then she realized he was still there as the top of her butt cheeks were starting to show. It's not like she had forgotten him, but she just felt that comfortable around him, it hadn't occurred to her. "Um... Well, you can either turn away or watch. I don't mind. It's not like I'm not comfortable with my body." And so, having given him the option and genuinely not caring (after all, she again knew that Matt wasn't attracted to her like that anyway), she continued as she were and finished changing, pulling on a pair of jeans after and then finding a loose shirt which she felt comfortable in.

 

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Matt smiled as he watched her reaction to his meal, she was seriously cute, there was no doubt about that. That giggle, so so adorable it was unreal. "Oh, I don't need much at all. I'm lazy, I never fully unpacked from my return a few days ago, I'll just need to quickly shove whatever I took out back in and grab my cases and I'm sorted. You can help if you want but there's not much to do." He answered her before going quiet as he realised what she was doing.

She was changing, oh so sexily removing her clothes, if she realised it or not. She seemed to realise her was there and said he could watch or turn around but he didn't answer. He just silently took another step towards her, and ever so tentatively reached out his hand. With the gentlest of touches, he touched her waist, instantly feeling the gorgeous soft smoothness of her skin. Ever so slowly and carefully, he stroked his hand along her, feeling her curves and the way her body reacted to his touch. He moved his hand round delicately, searching out her sensitive spots to maximise the sensation she was feeling and her reaction.

Matt smiled as he watched her reaction to his meal, he loved every minute of it and made making it so so worth it. "Oh I know, it's just you made an effort on my behalf, it felt I should as well, despite the fact that neither of us mind", he said as Zoey commented on him putting on his shirt and shrugged. Looking up when she asked about packing, he answered her simply, "Oh, I don't need much at all. I'm lazy, I never fully unpacked from my return a few days ago, I'll just need to quickly shove whatever I took out back in and grab my cases and I'm sorted. You can help if you want but there's not much to do."

Matt shook his head at her, it was quite typical of her to start undressing in front of him without realising, she was really making a habit of this. Not that it bothered him in the slightest, he didn't really care at all. He couldn't help but laugh when she finally noticed though, "Wondered when you'd realise and okay, noted." He didn't care at all but didn't really want to be a pervert and it felt wrong to stare so, while he didn't turn around, he made an effort to look at her head or around her and not anything remotely private.

 

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Alyssa was back in her dorm after some havoc by some Bellhurst students, though she didn't know what happened.​

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Then she remembered the declaration: Kill John. ​

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She would never kill someone, so she decided not to look for him. ​

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Alyssa checked her phone, Lisa texted her back: ​

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Hey Alyssa, glad to be back in Coy City! =) ​

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Alyssa smiled, while she was under dark clouds, Lisa would be safe. And that mattered to her. ​

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"Stay strong, Lisa," Alyssa said softly, "please don't die in the arms of the enemy."​

 

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Once Zoey had finished dressing, she turned around to face Matt again. She regarded the older boy in front of her. If it had been anyone else she wondered if she'd be comfortable being like this with people. Well... she did always like her comfort, but Matt was like having a gay best friend without the gayness in a way. But she did wonder; sure she was very tomboyish, but did Matt see her as a girl at all? Or just as 'one of the guys'. Well, that's the thing with Matt though... he'd flirt with anyone for a reaction - guy and girl alike.
It's not like Zoey had feelings for Matt, nor that she cared what he perceived of her. But curiosity is what it is... curiosity. It made people curious. 'Duh!'
"Well... it's not like I have much to prepare either." she shrugged, finding some socks next. "I didn't bring much with me. The social worker people said I'd only need the bare minimum, and Mom told me the same. 'Don't overload yourself. You never know whats gonna happen' she would say." Zoey sighed as thoughts turned to her Mom. She missed her... and she hoped she was okay. ...Hope was all she could do. But she had to stay strong.
She went over to the other side of her room and grabbed a case before bringing it over to her bed. "Well, you might not need much help, but you can still help me. Feel free to go through my underwear drawer too. Just don't sniff anything. Even 'I' won't approve of that. ...maybe." she smirked.
And so the two packed, and it didn't take long with the both of them, so soon enough they were ready to leave.

 

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They packed quite quickly and honestly, it was very fun, they ended up making a game of it and everybody knows things don't seem to take as long when you enjoy them. Heading out, they had to walk back to his so he obviously offered to carry Zoey's case for her. There was no point in her tiring herself out when it could have been easily avoided. He ended up running half of the way back with her case, turning it into a game like he did with everything. It was fun and meant they got back to his in no time.

His room was an absolute mess but it centred around an almost full suit case, Matt only had to simply jump around his room, chucking everything into it that wasn't already in there. He'd spoken to his dad already about this so he just went to say a quick bye to him. He ended up getting a few warnings, a bit of advice and a 'Just call if you need anything, we're not far away' before he finally managed to leave the house.

So before they knew it, they were back outside on route to the station. "You sure you're alright with that case?" He asked once more, he knew she was perfectly capable but he cared about her and wanted to do everything he could to make it easier for her. "I wonder what it's going to be like, I think we'll get room mates, I hope we're partnered with someone nice and the people there understand the meaning of a good prank. Although even if we end up not liking the people, I'm always going to be there for you if you need me. Promise." He smiled at her, she was a good friend and he did not want to lose her.

 

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So... after packing was done. They headed to Matt's house where he turned the journey into a game by running ahead of her with her suitcase. Of course... Zoey was naturally skilled and gifted when it came to running, so she kept up with him easily, and to make it more challenging, she started incorporating some of her parkour into it by jumping and flipping over objects and stuff, just for the fun of it.

They got to Matt's with air circulating through their lungs at a healthy rate. They were both physically fit after all, so it's not like the running took anything out of them. The packing was done so quickly that Zoey swore they spent more time running there than actually being there.

Soon they had left the house. "You sure you're alright with that case?" He asked her yet again. "Yes... Matt. For the fourteenth time. I'm perfectly fine." she laughed, her case slung over her shoulder with ease. Because of her tomboyish habits, to mention it again, Zoey was pretty fit and despite being a girl (not to be sexist) but the case gave her no issues despite what Matt seemed to think."I wonder what it's going to be like, I think we'll get room mates, I hope we're partnered with someone nice and the people there understand the meaning of a good prank. Although even if we end up not liking the people, I'm always going to be there for you if you need me. Promise.""Ah... room mates. Guess I've gotta stop sleeping naked full time now." she sighed. "And Matt... I just pray whoever you get stuck with isn't some tough guy with low tolerance. Your pranks might get you killed one day otherwise." she told him, but with a laugh to show she wasn't serious. ...That much. "But thanks. You've been such a good friend to me. I just hope I can return the favor some day."
After a short journey which has frankly had the details skipped due to a lack of posting time left to the RPers... they arrived at their destination.

 

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[/url]"I know the now.

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To Predict the Future."​

xxxxxMarina smiled politely at the boy, inspecting him rather thoroughly in her brief time with him. At the present, her reading appeared to be rather vague. There was nothing too defining about him. He was clearly younger, had a bit of a timid aura to him, and there was something else--but she couldn't put her finger on it, not now, anyways. "My name is Lady Marina. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintanceship, and welcome to our lovely school." She theatrically spread her arms wide, revealing the castle-like structure behind her. The school was quite incredible-- even she, a student who has grown up there, could appreciate it's vast beauty. She waited briefly for him to introduce himself as well. "What an interesting name. You will have to tell me more at a later time. I can't wait to meet all of you delightful Bellhurst students."

xxxxxThere was a strange pulling at her insides. Something was calling out to her in the distance. The spirits must have something huge for her to do. This happened on occasion. Her whole body goes into a state of unease and it cannot be relieved until she finds the one help is meant for. A bit of a grimace marred her beautiful face. This was disappointing. How was she to receive new clients if she had to drop them so quickly. "My sincerest apologies, but there seems to be something I must go do. If you need any help, feel free to ask. The main office is through that building over there and the boys dormitory is over in that direction." Marina pointed out for him. "Have a lovely day, sweetie." She gave him a small wave before taking off in the direction of the desired building. What was calling for her?

xxxxxUpon approaching the correct campus building, she took in a sharp breath, her chest raising, and looked up. The roof? What could be calling for me on the roof? Who needs my services all the way up there? The spirits were quiet and she reluctantly made her way to the service stairwell. Climbing stairs in such high heels was always a pain, but she would do whatever it took to help a client. The metal staircase click-clacked as her heels landed on each step, taking her higher and higher. It was hard helping people at times, what with her information so vague. She never received the whole picture, just enough to give the client a necessary clue.

xxxxxMarina reached the door and her hand jiggled the knob. It took a moment to open, but then she burst forward rather unexpectedly. There was another student up there, about her age, and he appeared to be rather unfamiliar. He must have been one of the new ones to arrive from Bellhurst. This made her giddy again, but only for a moment. Something was wrong with him, and she needed to share what she knew. Slowly, she approached him. "Excuse me. My name is Lady Marina, and I am a bit of a psychic. There was something drawing me here to you and it seemed rather important."

xxxxxShe moved closer, taking the hand of the silver-haired teen on the roof. It probably seemed rather odd and peculiar behavior, but she was used to the judgmental looks by now. "Please, let me read your palm." The psychic flipped his hand over quickly, tracing the lines with her fingertip and studying it intently. One seemed off. It was a bit broken. Visions of trees danced through her eyes. This was strange and a bit terrifying even. She had yet to experience something so monumentally important before. "The woods. What you are searching for, you must find in the woods," she spoke to his hand. Her blue eyes flashed up to meet his face. Whatever he was missing, it would be hard to find in a place that large. "You'll need help most likely. Nightfall shall be upon us soon and the woods over there are much too large for one person to search by themselves."

 

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"This place is so posh, it is actually ridiculous. Where are we supposed to go again? I think we probably have to check in or something and get assigned rooms." He shook his head as he looked around the academy, "I hope everyone isn't all stuck up and snobby who don't know the meaning of fun. Although it does have a lot of potential for pranks." He muttered, already his mind was whirring with ideas. He looked at Zoey, "I'm kinda nervous to be honest but I think this is going to be great. So big building there with the big sign looks like a good place to go first, we can explore later." Thankfully, he'd managed to get her number once more in case they got separated and wanted to find each other again.

 

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Tyler was home again. He'd spent the better part of the day looking around the campus and had decided that this might not be a bad place to go after all. He would soon start his packing and preparations to move into the dorms. It'd be so different being away from home... but it could be a good experience.
He wondered about living away from his Mother. Surely spending time with her should be important since he only had a certain amount of time left to live, but something deep down told him that... Not moving wasn't an option. It'd be better to move. He had no idea what this meant, but he decided to trust this instinct. It's like if this was an RP, the RPer controlling him was trying to instill some sense of fourth wall breaking irony by getting him to think like this and then consider an RPer was controlling him. To be fair... weirder things were going on. ...This was all a game to Crestatia... but a funny thought occurred to Tyler. What if they were not the players in this game... but the pieces? Then who would the players be? And as a piece... who would he belong to?
The thoughts swirled around in his mind until sleep found and claimed him.

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Zoey couldn't help but smile at what Matt said. Matt would just always be Matt. That made her happy.
Either way... they both looked around (and saw a good portion of the academy while they were at it) until they found a reception area in the academy and showed the staff lady their letters and explained the situation. She with a smile quickly directed them both to their dorms via word of mouth and gave them their keys after sorting them out on the Academy's system. ... apparently checking in when plot convenience was needed was as easy as that. After that, the two were off again, following the instructions as best as they could, dragging their suitcases behind them.
Thankfully, they both found where they should be without too much trouble. After a hug and Zoey making sure Matt had her number again, the two separated and Zoey was walking down the hallway of the girl dorms.
She found her door, and with a quick use of the key which fit snugly into the lock, Zoey was in a bare room. Completely empty.
She decided... she'd sort out unpacking tomorrow. There was no way she was doing it now, and so... not even bothering to change out of her clothes (which was bloody strange for her), and only removing her shoes. She flung herself onto the bed and was asleep in an instant.

 

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Olivia's Diary Entry | December 16​

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« Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung​

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It was an immensely terrifying feeling that Olivia had been unable to describe. The desire had briefly gripped her heart -- a dark desire of sulking, shadowy desperation. Olivia, for once, had been unable to explain this. Who was John? Why did she wish to kill him to such a terrible, terrible extent? She had been sweating, her eyes steady, and upon locking them with Miss Lein's, realized that she and Mr. Jackson seemed to share the same desire.

They had been unable to save Mr. Jackson from going off in his attempt to murder this "John" character, but Olivia knew better than that. She was a refined young lady. It was in her blood to be able to successfully vanquish any strange, alien desires that had come across without her consent and without her person. Albeit, this one was a particularly hard challenge.

So she grit her teeth and quickly informed Miss Lein to retreat to their room as soon as possible. There was absolutely no way she would give in to this desire. She would never give in to any of these terrible, alien, desires, no. They eloped in shadow, and it only took them a brief moment to reach Olivia's room at the very top floor of the girls' dormitory. By the time they reached Olivia's room, the murderous desires ebbed away.

Olivia shut the various locks on the door with a swiftness of hand that seemed to signify the blood of a mechanic or engineer coursing through her veins, as if the metalwork was simply natural to her. She looked around her room, which appeared as normal as it always had been. A small bed, wreaths of roses along the walls, her laptop and television, ornately decorated wooden chairs, an enormous gilded cabinet containing all sorts of items from teas to herbs, and lovely violet satin curtains by the window which gave the room an old fashioned atmosphere. Upon a small table by a few chairs rested a porcelain tea set with scintillating golden trim, which contrasted with an extremely futuristic -- almost post-modern water heater made of stainless steel. Two roses, one white and one red, lay by the pot. Vases of white roses elsewhere seemed to fill up extra space in the room. Boxing gloves hung from the wall, and below them were sets of various fencing blades -- two prominent epees and a saber with a gold-trimmed pommel seemed to be the most significant among them. Impressionist paintings and a few microphones hung from other parts of the walls. Off near the solid mahogany desk, where Olivia's laptop sat and the light reflected elegantly off the interplay of silver and gold, a small workspace covered in neatly-arranged nuts, bolts, and metal scraps seemed to be the only items out of place in this outlandishly old-fashioned setting.

The entire room carried with itself an air of care and collected contentedness. Yet at the same time, it was clear that below these layers of choruses sat the air of a burning passion that poked itself out through how every item in the room seemed to be giving off flames of powerful, burning personal strength. It was a room of contrast, where the sopranos and the baritones sang together to form a perfect harmony.

Olivia ran over to the window and opened it to the breeze. The setting sun cast a warm glow throughout the room, and the room's various gold decals adopted a radiant amber glow in the light. The satin curtains flew back behind her, almost dramatically, as a few winds quickly burst through the open space before settling themselves.

"I-- I apologize dearly, Miss-- Miss Lein," Olivia said with soft exhales of fatigue. She had not had to run like that in a while. She deeply inhaled, moved her delicate gloved hands before her chest, and regained her calm composure. It seemed as if she had not been so tired and worried at all. "I must keep the window open to make sure my little friend can enter soon, I certainly hope you understand!" Olivia held a gloved hand to her u-shaped mouth in another soft giggle, as rich as the amber light in the room. "Please, take a seat by the tea set, and relax yourself. I do believe we shall be in here for a while. I would not enjoy it if my guest was prowled upon by malicious, bloodthirsty zombies of desire. Would you care for some Darjeeling? It is very tasty, as I am sure you are quite aware."

Olivia sat down by the tea set and opened a small porcelain container containing rolled tea leaves, delicately holding the top with two fingers. She snapped on the water heater, and a low, calming hum emanated throughout the room. It only took but a few minutes for the water to heat to its correct temperature. Olivia poured the water gently into the tea pot, and holding the porcelain container tightly in her hand, dropped some into the pot. She rested it between them, and handed a cup and saucer to her guest.

"Let the tea steep for a bit. Darjeeling has a very delicate flavour. I have milk and I have sugar for all your needs, Miss Lein." Olivia smiled, with no trace of her previous discontent over the strange, murderous desire. "I certainly hope you enjoy my humble room, and I apologize for the mess. It is a shame Mr. Jackson is unable to join us, however. Do you perhaps happen to know where he may have wandered off to? I am a tad -- how one would say -- worried, for the young man? He certainly ... gave into his desires very quickly, I must say." Mr. Jackson was most definitely an intriguing character.

"Let our small oratorio of relaxation and simple decadence begin when our Darjeeling is fully suitable." Olivia glanced at her laptop for a moment, her face turning flat, before turning back to Miss Lein. "Until then, I must ask--" Olivia quickly glanced behind her, towards the open window. There was no sign of her friend. The voices of the winter wind had died down, reduced to but whispers. Olivia inhaled deeply.

"Who is this-- John gentleman, we were supposed to murder?"
"I shall certainly have you know, if this is a strange prank done by the former residence of Bellhurst--" She lowered her face and sharpened her eyes at Miss Lein, observing her deeply.

She picked up the white rose, leaving the red rose on the table, and gazed at Miss Lein above its petals.

"It is not in the best interest of our family at Brookridge to be involved in these ... shenanigans that border on the ... supernatural." Her tone was not aggressive or antagonistic, but rather very calm and gentle. At the same time, however, it was decisive and assertive, carrying seeping notes of experience and authority within itself.

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The Faculty of ... what was it? Pharmaceuticals at Brookridge? It was a large building -- very ornate for his tastes, especially as something connected to the even larger castle that was the Faculty of Sciences. Was it French Gothic? Cherno didn't know. He couldn't really care right now either. He was so tired. So goddamn tired. Where was everyone? They all left him. Jesus, he just couldn't catch a break, could he?

At least he was here. He stepped into the building, entering its main wooden doors with a gentle, wooden shove. He-- fuck, goddammit. What was-- jesus christ. He used his left hand. It was still bandaged from hitting the table, but why did it hurt so much? And no, it wasn't as if it was his knuckles were in pain. It was-- it was his actual hand, as if he had a burning gash or cut right there.

Was his scar acting up?
Oh-- oh no ...While he was here, it would be best for him to perhaps grab something for his hand.

Cherno took out the package he received in the mail and held it close to his chest. The one he was not supposed to open yet. Well, now he could, but it was better if he met the perpetrators behind this. He walked through the dark hallway, a few dim lights casting an eerie, almost medieval glow through the building. The wooden floors creaked slightly under the weight of Cherno's heavy winter boots. The building was virtually desolate, and as Cherno peered into the windows that revealed the other rooms and classes of this building, he noticed that they, too, were empty. Okay. Sure.

int logic ( ) {
There's no one in this entire building?
Classes have not started yet.
The building must be empty because school has not technically opened yet, for lessons.
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At the end of the hallway, he reached a door which bore a brass metal plate marked "FACULTY ADMINISTRATION". Finally! For god's sake, this building was like a crazy maze from the product of Victor Hugo's nightmares. Cherno slowly pushed the door open. A loud creeeeeak echoed through the hall behind him--

AAAAAAACK!

Cherno jumped. Who the-- what-- why was there someone motionless staring directly at him from the other end of the room? He was surprised to notice one person sitting there, calmly looking directly at him from the dim lights. What the hell? Were--- were they expecting him to come?

It was an old lady. She wore thick glasses and a lab coat, and held a small bag tightly, as if she were afraid someone may come to steal her belongings. She glanced expressionlessly at Cherno, and seemed to stare directly into his eyes.

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"Greetings," She said. Her voice was extremely monotonous, almost robotic. There was little to no trace of feeling behind it. She cocked her head to the side, like a cat, her mouth flat. "--you bastard." Whenever she inflected a word, it immediately gained a sarcastic, caustic tone.

Who the hell was this lady? Jesus christ. She gave Cherno the shivers.. Cherno, without saying a word, tried to back away into the hallway. There-- there was no way he wanted to talk to someone like this.
"S--Sorry friend, I-- I-- uh, I think I've got the w--wrong department, you dig?" He laughed sheepishly, and began to step back.
"I see you're in possession of my package, you imbecile. Please take a seat so we may discuss a few things. Ahahahahahahahahaha."
The door slammed behind Cherno.
God damn.

He slowly took a seat, carefully looking around to make sure there were no traps, or cameras, or anything else of the sort. What did he get himself into? Ugh-- this-- this really wasn't what he was expecting with something like this.

"W--what do you want ..." Cherno said, quietly, looking away.
"You may call me the professor of medicine, you fool." She smiled for once, and flashed an extremely sinister, toothy grin at Cherno. Cherno's eyes widened.

Why did this lady seem so familiar to him. He could barely place it. There was just something ... off about her. But that wasn't what was important right now. If she truly did give him this package, he needed to know about it quickly.

"P--Professor," Cherno said. He gulped. "Professor, why exactly did you give me this package?"
The professor did not move her body an inch, continuing to stare at Cherno with a flat face. "Everyone has reasons. Reasons reasons reasons. I have a reason. Would you like to hear that reason?"She was just toying with him! "Get on with it!" Cherno yelled.
"Please learn to have some etiquette, young man. The Academy is prestigious and you must learn to adapt." She flashed another toothy grin.
Cherno sighed and apologized dejectedly.
"Please open the package, you bastard."
"What?"
"Open the package."

Cherno looked at the package and undid the blue ribbon. The top came off easily--

Oh.

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh goddammit what was-- what was this doing here? Don't-- don't say that-- the old Cherno actually needed these?! Cherno's eyes widened deeply as he slowly picked up the item in the box, holding it between his shaky fingers.

It was the bottle of painkillers he left all the way back in Trembling Mountain.
This couldn't be happening.
"How-- how did you--"
"It must be hard, you know."
Cherno could not say anything, only frowning in awe at the lady.
"It must be hard when your memory is taken away and all you can do is get the support of little old painkillers and little old me. Ahahahahahaha." She flashed a devious grin again.

Take-- take away memories?
How did she-- she know? How the hell did she know? Someone took them away?
Cherno jumped up.
"What-- what the hell? Who are you!" He yelled his voice slowly raising higher and higher. "Who are you, really! I know I've seen you before but my memory is so jive-stompingly fogged right now that it's dillydallying up anything I can think of who you are! I know you're-- you're a relevant sister to my little old past, you dig! Speak up! Dammit, tell me! Fucking tell me! I'm tired of this! I want to know who everyone is! I want to know who I am!"
"Doing that so quickly would be against the entire intention of your memory loss, you bastard." She cocked her head--

Wait.
Intention. Intention?
No-- did-- did someone plan for Cherno to lose his memory? And cause all this grief? What in the hell was happening right now? Ugh.
Cherno's headache was growing terrible. He held a hand to his temple, and placed the painkillers on the table. This was too much. This was all too much. He didn't want to deal with this right now. Who everyone was. Who he was. He just-- he just wanted to-- to leave. Get away from it all.

Cherno fell to the ground in a faint, unconscious. Sleeping.

The professor of medicine descended from her stool and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

 

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Ben closed his eyes breathed deeply. Who was this John Quincy person? He'd never heard the name before, so it couldn't be someone at the Academy. And where did this headache come from? Ben shook his head. He wouldn't be able to process anything until the headache was gone. Maybe I should just get some rest instead. Better get back to the room...He made a 180, heading back across the paths to the Boys' Dorm. He paced up the steps and headed down the hallway.​

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As he drew closer to his room, pain didn't subside - it got worse. Ben pressed his hand against the side of his head. What was going on? He rarely ever got headaches, yet this was was about to split his head open. He dropped to his knees, his shoulder hitting the wall next to a room's doorway. Ben's eyes shifted inside the room. A boy with blonde hair and a scarf was standing inside with luggage at his side. Must be one of those Bellhurst kids... "Sorry..." he muttered.​

 

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With that settled she felt much better and happily returned to the girl's dorm. After cleaning and stashing the knife back in her purse, of course. It would just be foolish walking back with it all bloody and in the open. Didn't know what to do with the body though, so it was left as it was.

And then there was her room. Two boxes were on her side, though only one had been opened and its contents placed in the dresser. Hardly much, but it was at least enough to keep her well off for the starting few weeks here. A job or something would be needed, as her...hobbies had to be put aside for the time being.

Oh well. That was tomorrow's worries. For now all she wished for was sleep so she changed into a nightgown and laid down. It only took moments before she discovered a blissful slumber.

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He had spent most of the day walking about in a daze before finally realizing that it was getting late. With that he went back to his room, carefully opening the door just in case Elizabeth remained inside. When he saw that the coast was clear a sigh of relief escaped him.

After that he went to sit on his bed, playing the game boy he had brought with though neglected until now. Who knew how much time passed before he fell asleep. Minutes, or maybe it was hours?

In an case he had left the game playing, the deceive in his hand as he slumped over and began lightly snoring.

 

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In a mere instant the feeling of malice was gone, everything returned back to the way it was and a mere thought reached the teens mind "Its...over" Altair muttered as he stood on top of the rooftop and gaze out at the courtyard. Letting out a sigh Altair turned to walk back into the school but he immediately paused in his tracks as he noticed a girl walk up to him.

The encounter was very...odd. A girl he hadn't met suddenly introduced herself and said something quite strange "Psyhic?" Altair muttered in confusion. Before he could say anything more his hand was immediately taken and she began to look down at it. Raising an eyebrow at the girl. Waiting t see what the girl would do, Altair's eyes widened when she spoke of the woods. "The woods?...is she crazy enough to have run off in there?!" Altair muttered as he glanced down at her blue eyes "Thanks a lot, if this works I will repay you dearly" Altair said.

With a nod, Altair began to sprint away, whether the girl followed him or not. He needed to rush to wherever Heidi was and he needed to do it fast. The girl was going to die if he didn't do anything and he need to do it fast. Who knew what would happen to the girl if she was left all alone. He sprinted into the school and soon enough he reached the forest.

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"Looks like I missed my chance...how dull" Zeke said as the sudden urge to kill faded away...for now. With a shrug of the shoulders Zeke nonchalantly headed over to his dorm room that he had yet to examine yet. Upon entering Zeke let out a low whistle and smiled "daaaaang and here I thought that this room was going to be crap" Zeke said as he stretched and jumped on top of the near by bed. "tomorrow is another day, wonder if I'll see that boy again...it was fun watching him squirm" Zeke said as he chuckled and fell fast asleep.

 

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Sorting them out with rooms seemed surprisingly easy, they'd been given keys, a welcome pack with all the rules, an internet cable (despite there being wifi) and directions to their rooms. Just like that. Even the directions didn't seem too hard to follow, he parted from Zoey with a hug and promise to meet up soon. He knew she'd be just fine, she was more than capable of taking care of herself, he knew this even if he made such an effort to take care of her when he was with her.

He found his room fairly easily, the key slotted straight in, he slowly turned it and opened the door. As it opened, he discovered to his surprise, half the room was already covered in stuff and in the darkness he could see a sleeping figure in one of the beds with what seemed to be a game boy left open and playing on him. He must have fallen asleep playing it. Matt smiled, to him that seemed like a good sign.

The game boy turned out to be a blessing as he didn't want to turn on the lights and wake him, the light from the game boy proved enough for him to be able to get the little he needed from his case, get changed, and go to bed. He fell asleep pretty quickly, probably as he didn't get that much the previous night on Zoey's floor.

 

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Bronagh felt an intense moment of blood lust with the words Kill John Quincy rolling through her mind, she had no idea who the person was, and tried not to move. She felt like if she moved she would regret something. After standing still for a while her rushing feel for killing was gone, and she decided she would grab a bite to eat.​

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She went to the Coffee Shop on Campus and ordered a muffin, she sat down for a few minutes eating watching everyone around her. After a few minutes of sitting a question rolled through her mind​

Who the heck is John?​

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She reached down into her pocket and grabbed her mini notebook. She skipped past old plot ideas she had written and the information she had written from the bank teller. She reached her list and skimmed it and sure enough the name was there. She was quiet, staring at the list in disbelief.​

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It's just a spam email Nagh, You're gonna be okay.​

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This is starting to feel real though..​

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You're just over-imaginative, someone dying? You only having 83 days to live? Go over and fall in love with someone, tell someone about the email, sell your soul to the devil, hell kill yourself you've tried before. You know it's fake.​

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Bronagh stared at the list, long and hard before she wrote a ~ next to John's name, meaning she was unsure of his location. Although a deep feeling in her gut that he was dead.​

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She closed the book and left for the dorms, yawning the entire way. When she the dorm she sluggishly made her way to her room, took her key and unlocked the door. She changed into P.J's and took off her hat. Before she went to bed though she took her poster from home and hung it up on the ceiling with clear tape, to help her feel more at home.​

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When she got into bed however she found herself staring in fear at the corner, where her mother's stuffed giraffe was sitting in the corner. But instead of going to move it she lied down and stared at her poster on the wall, smiled, and fell into a peaceful slumber.​

 

After once again wandering around the hall looking for something, Alex had decide to head back to his room. Strange, he thought that he was already going to his room, but he was overcome by a desire to Kill. He didn't what had caused it or why he would even think that in the first place, but the urge was gone now and that was all that matter. Arriving at his dorm he finally found his dormmate sleeping on the bed. Well I found my roommate. All that was left was to figure out how he was like, but that could wait until tomorrow. With that he got on the other bed and fell asleep.

 

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xxxxx"Psychic?" His skepticism made her giggle. It was always fun to see the doubt brought on by new people. She told him what was shown to her and his sudden reaction made her proud. Marina withheld the smug grin, but couldn't help but let a slight smile escape her lips. "The woods?...is she crazy enough to have run off in there?!" He muttered as he glanced down at her blue eyes. "Thanks a lot, if this works I will repay you dearly," he said. Oh this was too easy.

xxxxx"I shall hold you to that," she called out after him. The guy had ripped his hand free rather quickly and took off running. A light and airy chuckle left her throat once he was gone. "I do hope he comes back from his mission. He would make for an interesting client," she said to herself as she made her way off the roof. The wind was fierce up there and an uncomfortable chill had been instilled within her body. Marina began her descent down the staircase. Would she meet any of the other students of Bellhurst before she needed to turn in for the night? The psychic silently prayed that she would. What would the others be like? The first she had encountered was rather blah, but the second, he would pose for some interesting sessions.

xxxxxShe smiled the whole way down.

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[/url]Heidi shivered in the cold. The woods seemed darker now. Her body hadn't moved once since they let her wake up. She couldn't find the energy. Fatigue had set in and even though she wanted to sleep, her body wouldn't let her. The small girl lay curled up next to the large oak tree. It was her safety spot. Her teeth chattered together. It was so cold. Heidi could see her breath as she breathed slowly. Her appendages were red and numb. No one is coming for you deary. Th-that's okay... They will be happy without me there. Won't hurt anyone. But hurting them is fun deary. We have so much fun hurting them. N-no... no hurting anyone anymore.​

She closed her eyes again, accepting what would come. It was so cold. She just wanted to rest for a little while. Maybe she could start walking again after a nap. Heidi sniffled and a tear ran down her cheek, burning her skin. I miss Altair...I hope he doesn't hate me. He's not coming for you deary. Get over it. I...I know, but he was really nice and the old man too. They both were and Anthony. Everyone just seemed so angry before. Harley was nice too, until you said the wrong thing. He was just as nice as the others, but just a few words made him lash at you. It was funny actually. You are so powerful, and yet you don't see it. No. They sighed and shook their heads at her. Heidi shivered again and pulled the sweatshirt tighter around her body.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Someone I once met, in a far off dream, in a far off place.
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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti wouldn't deny the fact that in just a matter of milliseconds her bloodlust had almost completely overtaken her mind. It hadn't been very strong to begin with, but considering this game . . . it would have her go through actions she would rather not complete. Scary, it had been for her that such a vibrant red had been placed before her, and she was entirely ready to chase after it. The inquisition was, though, why Johnathan K. Quincy? Could it have not been any of them, was he simply picked at random? What of him now . . . ? She had never been particularly fond of Johnathan, but she didn't believe that he deserved to die.

While she had valiantly struggled and won with her bloodlust, it seemed that Harley hadn't - they had all the same feeling, to kill Johnathan K. Quincy, and Harley, completely disregarding the life of another human being for . . . whatever reason it was, was not surprising to her in the least. . . . Was he well, though? In a small corner of her mind, she truly hoped so.

In an effort to oppose the sharp and almost-overwhelming feeling, Olivia had quickly suggested they take refuge in her dorm room. Kallisti made no objections and so, from the outside of the Astronomy Tower, the two girls hurried across the grounds to the girls' dorms under the protection of the shadows. It seemed, by the time they reached Olivia's room, the feeling in both girls had withered away, no harm caused by either of them. Kallisti was grateful, Olivia didn't seem like the murderous type - then again, neither did she, but her hands had been spattered with blood at any rate.

She hadn't been expecting Olivia's room to be so . . . refined, so opulent, and the atmosphere reminded her of her own room at home. This was a very well-adorned room, indeed. By the many miscellaneous items placed around, such as boxing gloves and sabers, it appeared that Olivia was truly a sort of renaissance teenager, a prodigy whose intellect had a wide and far spread.

. . . Kallisti wondered if Olivia would have it that way, had she the choice, or if she had been urged for all of this to have come to pass.

When she was offering tea, Kallisti had no complaints and sat down across from her new-found acquaintance, inhaling the fresh scent of the tea leaves. She thought on it for a moment, sweeping in the aroma, and discovered that the leaves were of Darjeeling, a tea she had never really had the pleasure of drinking before. It seemed, she thought to herself, that she and Olivia may get along better than she originally thought.

" I certainly hope you enjoy my humble room, and I apologize for the mess. " . . . This room had a mess to it? " It is a shame Mr. Jackson is unable to join us, however. Do you perhaps happen to know where he may have wandered off to? I am a tad -- how one would say -- worried, for the young man? " A slightly off gleam passed through Kallisti's eyes as she went on. " He certainly . . . gave into his desires very quickly, I must say. "

She quickly scouted out the other girl's face; clearly, she was interested in Harley, and such made Kallisti worry. Harley was a boy not to be trifled with, not to even be thought of. She did not know that, but Kallisti was unsure if she should let on to her cousin's dark behavior or not. " He is . . . certainly a rambunctious one, my cousin. " she began to explain, placing her given cup and saucer in front of herself, " We are very different, you see, despite having the same . . . cogent grandmother. Our parents were very different people. "

After her small explanation, she observed the other glancing over at her laptop, a strange expression on her face. It was soon gone when she turned back to Kallisti, " Until then, I must ask - " This time, she glanced, swifter than the first, back at the open window, " Who is this - John gentleman, we were supposed to murder? "

At the mention of Johnathan, Kallisti's already-pale face paled even more so. Had Harley succeeded in discovering his location, was Mr. Quincy no more? The thought bothered her very much; they had lost so many, already . . . With a realization she looked to Olivia - why had she not seen this before? If she had received the same murderous intent - oh, good god almighty, how could she have not noticed this - then that must have meant she was aware of the e-mail, that she, Olivia, had her name in the e-mail. Internally, Kallisti facepalmed, how ridiculous for her to have not discovered this sooner!

She inhaled a breath, taking in the Darjeeling once more, " I . . . must say, Miss Olivia, I had not the slightest that your name was contained within that . . . e-mail, that you were involved in this. I should have realized it sooner, as in before we had even come to your room. "

" I shall certainly have you know, if this is a strange prank done by the former residence of Bellhurst - " Olivia began with an unusual sharpness that hardly phased Kallisti, and when she waited for the other to finish, she didn't.

Kallisti almost laughed, this girl obviously had no belief in the words of the e-mail, but then again, at the beginning, neither had she, " I do believe that you may want to stick around for a while yet, Miss Olivia, there are many things you have yet to see, as I have these past two weeks. " she explained with a hop in her voice, one of amusement and slight defense, " I can assure you, with an absolute word, that this is no simple tomfoolery. "

She then watched as Olivia picked up the white rose, the red being left in its place, and she looked back at her. Kallisti glanced once more at the red rose and reached for it. She loved roses a very great deal, so much so that there were several rose bushes in her backyard, and some that embellished her room in several places. " It is not in the best interest of our family at Brookridge to be involved in these . . . shenanigans that border on the . . . supernatural. "

Upon hearing this, Kallisti did let out a small laughed filled with amusement, but not at Olivia's expense. She was certainly naive in this situation that they were all in, despite her high standing and education. The blame did not fall on her, but there was a long and thorned road that lay in front of the younger girl, " Once again, I assure you that the students of Bellhurst High School have nothing to do with this 'shenanigan' that 'borders' on the supernatural. No, no . . . This is a very paranormal activity indeed, and it is very real. I am positive that the bloodlust you experienced was just as potent and real as mine. " she explained, rolling the stem of the red rose between her fingers, watching it twirl.

" Now . . . About Mr. Quincy, " she began once more, her tone calmer, but slightly more dire, " He was another name attached to the e-mail, and if you did read as I hope, you will have seen fine print at the bottom that was unreadable. They are more rules which I will be happy to give you a summary of, later. One of them was 'no religion', and Johnathan was a firm believer in the Christian god, a very religious person. I do not know the actual reason for why he may be dead, for he very well might be, be very hesitant in thinking otherwise, but he is a major rule-breaker, and one does not simply break the rules without consequences. " she explained, her face dark and her tone even more so.

" Miss Olivia, rest assured that we are fated to die in less than eighty-four days. "

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And so Altair rushed through the forest. He didn't know where exactly he was heading but time was not on his side. The skies were turning darker and if night hit then finding the girl would be impossible. He himself didn't even know why he followed the physic girl's words. He wasn't one to shun the supernatural, but he was one to be wary of it. The girl's words could be a lie but Altair figured the forest was a good possible choice for Heidi to have fled to and Altair just had to check it out.

Crossing many bushes and branches, Altair nearly soon felt like giving up, but that all changed when he noticed a curled up figure up ahead of him. "HEIDI" Altair yelled as he rushed towards the girl. Noticing the poor girl all frigid and cold, Altair immediately took off his jacket as he sprinted and reached the girl. Saying nothing Altair took the jacket and wrapped it around the girl.

 

It was getting late. Crystal didn't have time to think about what was happening around the school just yet. Tomorrow she might look around a bit. She put her hands into the jacket from the old man and felt a sort of paper. There was $500 dollars in $20 bills. He must have accidentally left it in there. But he checked his pockets before giving it to her. Was he just rich and had it to spare, or was he about to die? It was too late now. She would never find him again. Would be better to just keep it for now and use it whenever necessary.

Crystal began to ran to the office to find out where she would be living from now on until the summer arrived. The lady at there was kind. Crystal showed the letter and slightly spoke of what had happened. Her story of course. She had no idea what had happened those past two weeks. It was probably better that she was in a coma. After she was given the directions and the key, she headed off to the girl dorms. It was a nice little place. Seemed comforting enough. She went to her room, turned the lock, and walked inside.

When Crystal entered the room, another girl was already sleeping there. She must be the roommate. Some papers were laying on the girl's desk that said her name, "Zoey, huh? Maybe I will make a friend while I am here. Which reminds me." She set down her bags and unpacked a little trying not to wake Zoey. She put Silver right next to her pillow as she went onto Tumblr to check on things. Once done with that. She placed her computer under her bed, snuggled with her toy, and began to sleep peacefully.