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And it was official, Altair had obtained a great roommate. Watching Heidi leave Altair merely let out a chuckle and smiled at Tyler "don't worry about her, she is a bit anti-social...though she is getting much more social so that pleases me" Altair said with a soft smile as looked back at the door that Heidi exited out of. "But other than that I feel I've got a cool roommate so I'm relieved" Altair said with a calm smile as he stood up and stretched "its quite late, better get something to eat before my stomach kill me" Altair said.

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Noon soon arrived and this harkened the rise of Casey Heckles. Sitting up and stretching his arms, Casey let out a loud yawn grinned "That was a great nap and I..." Casey began to say but suddenly stopped as he noticed somebody sleeping in the bed beside him. After staring up at the sleeping figure with a blank stare Casey immediately stood up on the bed "WHAT THE? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?! TOMMY ATTACK!" Casey yelled as he reached to the night table and picked up his bestest friend ever Tommy Von Tommytom....otherwise known as his pet rock. With friend in hand, Casey immediately tossed it with great force at his new roommate.

 

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Either this thing had some truth to it or she was quite the sly one. Card tricks aside, it felt impossible to deny this for any longer. Even if it was all some sort of joke it won his attention.

"I-I suppose I have no choice but to consider this more than some well designed trick, a tactical play."

Then Marina suggested a meet up, or perhaps research expedition. This proved to be the final piece to get Elliot to go along with whatever she may do or say now for any chance of learning about these new subjects could not be easily brushed aside. And though he dislike having to meet people face-to-face it proved to be a more effective way to study that person than talking to them online, which was such a pity.

So a test?

"Would you mind if I tag along? For to study them as well would prove useful, an opportunity I should not miss." At the end of his sentence he nodded as if to confirm what he just said. It was hard believing it, going along with this...person out of all the people in the school but convenience is quite the reason to brush aside some distastes, at least for a time.

 

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Spoiler: Click here to watch Cherno's dream

You cannot watch Cherno's dream because Cherno's dream was interrupted by a goddamn projectile to the face

FLYING FUCKING COTANGENTS WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT

From around the boys' dorm, tens of hundreds of birds flew away from their perches on the nearby trees in a frenzy of terrified squawking. The sudden, obnoxious afternoon call of one of these young men seemed to ignite their escape response, and they flew off past the buildings of the Academy, far towards the mountains.


HIS HEAD
OH MY FUCK
HIS HEAD
IT HURT SO MUCH JESUS CHRIST O-OW THE PAIN. THE PAIN. AAAAACK. AAAAAAAA
Who the FUCK just did that--
Cherno jumped up with a scowl on his face, his eyes closed. He grabbed his heavy pillow forcefully and threw it like a sack of flour at the general direction of where the rock came from. Ouch-- Ugh god-- jesus-- jesus christ. He-- he couldn't-- he barely felt his eyes. Everything was hurting so much. So so much. He rubbed his forehead and fell backward onto his bed, his back slamming on the duvet.

He was in darkness, but he slowly tried to open his eyes. What was this warm feeling on his head? He slowly brought his hand to his forehead. Some sort of -- of liquid, warm to the touch-- wait. Wait. It-- it wasn't-- was he bleeding? Oh fuck. Oh goddamn it all the the furthest reaches of the limit approaching an asymptote he wanted to bounce on his feet right now and slug whoever the hell decided to do this in the face but jesus christ he couldn't move his head.

And-- and he couldn't remember what his dream was.
Was it something important?
Useful?

Ugh.
His eyes were dim, and he looked sorely up at the gentle ceiling, resting slumped and corpse-like on the bed.
"You-- you goddamn-- who--" He felt out of breath. "What the fuck did you just slug away at my head? The cement that takes the-- takes the space of your frontal lobe?!"

What a lovely way to start the morning-- wait. The light was more blue, Cherno could tell through his narrowed eyes as he turned his head towards the window. What a lovely way to start the ... afternoon. Whatever his dream was, it must have been vivid enough to keep him sleeping this late.

And he wondered if John replied to him yet. But right now he just wanted the pain to go away.

 

Once Alex had awoken from his sleep, he started his daily routine. Getting the last piece of clothing on, he proceeded to the door. He wondered what he was going to do today, since he didn't have anything planed. He figured that he could find something to do, either that or just get some fresh air. Either way he wouldn't know unless he opened the door.

 

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[/url]xxxxxThump. Heidi nearly had a heart attack as a figure landed on the floor in front of her. She was shaking, her whole body jittery. Her heart was racing in her chest, blood pounding in her ears. She swallowed hard and took in a shaky breath. She was hyperventilating. Heidi put one hand over her chest and rested the other on the wall for support. Her legs quaked, daring to give out on her. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Heidi nodded slowly, trying to regain her equilibrium. "I'm really sorry. Really."

xxxxx"F-fine. Fine. Thank you." Slowly, she raised her head to look at the girl in front of her. She was taller by quite a few inches, with long pink? hair, and-- well, Heidi had to divert her eyes so she didn't appear to be staring. The girl appeared to be quite well-endowed for being so young. Heidi glanced up at her face and attempted a smile. "I-I'm Heidi, and you?" Introductions. It was the polite thing to do at a time like this, right?

xxxxxHer mind wandered to Harley. Was he waiting for her somewhere? They hadn't set a time or location for meeting. Would he be mad that she was taking so long. Heidi bit her lip nervously. She felt uneasy. Maybe, it would be better to just leave this girl right now.

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Ben entered his room, returning from his daily morning round of the campus. He looked at the bed closest to door. Empty. Elliot must have gone out. Ben recalled him saying something about an appointment. Had he gone to see Marina? He rolled the thought around in his mind. Elliot didn't seem the be the type to believe in Marina's practices. And there was a no possible way he had gone there for the other type of "reading" he offered. Not the guy who went out with gloves and a surgeon's mask.​

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Ben scanned the list of names attached to the "100 Days" email. Marina and Elliot were there, but neither was free to speak about the email. He recognized Olivia. They had spoken a few times; she had even invited him over for tea once, but he had declined to do so. No good, either. She probably didn't know any more than the rest of them. Ben sifted through the unfamiliar names, probably all Bellhurst students, checking Tumblr for them. He stopped at one Tumblr. Scanning the posts, he noticed that the owner had investigated the email.​

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Cherno Plume. What a strange name. Perhaps he should try to pay him a visit? Ben hurried to the main office, walking up to the secretary at the desk. The woman's gaze was fixed on the computer screen in front of her. "Er..." he murmured to the secretary. "Excuse me, ma'am?"​

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"Thank you," Ben murmured. The secretary went back to her computer, giving no indication that she had heard him. Ben returned to the boys' dorms, moving down the hallways. 932, 932... There it was. He walked up to the door, the number 932 inscribed on a plate next to it. Awkwardly, he knocked on the door.​

 

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Aileen rolled around a few times before actually waking up. It was one of those days where she just did not feel like doing so, or doing anything for that matter. Maybe I'll just stay inside the dorms today. She sat up, her arms stretching as high as they could and then folded forward to touch her toes. That stretch felt incredibly good after her small break from dance.

She looked over at the other side of the room. It seemed that Daniel was still sleeping. It was nice to know that she was not the only one that enjoyed sleeping in. Aileen took out her laptop and checked if she had received a reply from the school. Nothing. She sighed and decided to go on Tumblr instead.

 

OOC- Nice going. >_> Now we can't see the dream. Who the fudge keeps a rock to throw at people anyway?

Allison had been so comfortable in bed that she had stayed until the afternoon, even though she had technically woken up a few hours earlier, but closing her eyes and basking int he comfort caused her to go back to sleep again leading to this predicament of another wasted day. Well it's not like I had any plans. Except maybe to call home to tell my parents to send more clothes and such. She figured she might as well get on that now while she still remembered. Getting up slowly, Allison changed out of her pants and tried to quietly put on her jacket and shoes and bag before slipping out of the room to go to the main office of building or whatever acted like a main office. She didn't want to disturb Elizabeth. When she got outside she shivered, the cold reaching deep completely disregarding her thin jacket. It was much colder in the mountains, and really after living relatively closer to the mountains than most everyone in Coy City, she should've gotten used to it, but no. Allison was almost always cold. Her hands, were almost always ice cubes with opposable thumbs. Ghost hands, her mother used to call them. The only time they were ever truly warm was when she was sleeping, the blankets warming them. As soon as she got out of bed, the cold returned to them. I wonder if I had someone to hold hands with, if they would get warmer. Or would they just let go because of how cold they are? Allison mused wryly as she arrived at the building in question. She awkwardly asked how to go about getting her stuff from her house to the school, but thankfully the faculty were very nice and helpful and told her they'd handle it and to just give them the address, names, and phone numbers. Finished with her one vital task of the day, Allison wondered what she should do now. Harley still hadn't texted her and she wondered if he even needed her help or company anymore. Probably not. It's been 2 days since we've arrived. Or something. He probably found his own kind of comfort. Heh. she smirked in minor contempt. Texting her he needs help then never taking her up on her offer of help. Still, she found herself texting her only friend once more.

Harley. Please read your previous texts.

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Previous text for your convenience from two pages ago: Hey. You never told me what had happened. Want to meet some time soon?

 

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[/url]"I know the now.

I study the past.​

To Predict the Future."​

xxxxx"Would you mind if I tag along? For to study them as well would prove useful, an opportunity I should not miss." Marina smiled at Elliot pleased. She had accomplished a great deal in their session.

xxxxx"I would be most honored if you would attend any meetings I may have with these new students, so long as it is not during scheduled sessions." She turned her attention back to the cards on the table, puckering her bright red lips, and reached to pick them up. Her hand moved quickly as she gathered the cards, but then a burning sensation passed through her arm and she dropped them immediately. Her hand felt like it had been on fire. Eyes widening, she gazed down upon the ones that had landed safely on the coffee table. "That...that is not right..." she trailed off.

xxxxxMarina swallowed hard and tapped her finger lightly on the death card in front of her. Back and forth, her eyes shifted between it and the other cards until the smell of blood consumed her nose and she began gagging. What was this? It was too much, too overwhelming. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to gag. Her vision filled with bright spotted lights, like stars, and her eyelids flashed open again. The psychic's head turned in the direction of Elliot, eyes glossy and distant. This was new. She had visions before, but nothing like this. Stars. That seemed to be important. Why couldn't she breathe properly? Everything smelled like blood. The air in her bedroom felt cold, even with the heat set at a comfortable 76 degrees.

xxxxxIt was dark, the room was small, and she could see stars. There was a burning in her legs as if she had just finished running a marathon. Quickly she stood, her face still a blank slate, and moved for the door. In a cold mechanical voice, she called back to Elliot. "If you are following me, then come now." Her hand turned the doorknob and opened the door, but her body felt detached from her mind. She was going through the motions. Where was her body dragging her? It seemed to know where she was headed before she even did.

xxxxxAfter a bit of walking in the afternoon sun, Marina found herself standing in front of the Astronomy tower. Why here? What was so important about the tower? The stars? She began to climb the spiraling stairs and suddenly the sensation of running returned to her. Is this why her legs had briefly felt so soar, from climbing the tower stairs? The smell of blood slowly began to grown, consuming her senses once more. She reached the top of the tower and pushed open the wooden door leading into the observation room. Her eyes caught sight of two things. The small white-haired girl on the floor in front of her, and the blond boy covered in blood nearby. "O-Olivia?"

xxxxxMarina knelt down and quickly checked for breathing. "Olivia wake up!" She hated women and other girls, but at this moment, she didn't care. She sighed in relief at the sight of her chest moving up and down. That just left the bleeding boy-- only, his blood didn't appear to be bleeding. It looked dry, and the room reeked of death. She gagged again, but checked his pulse as well. None. This was bad. Quickly, she pulled her phone out of her cleavage and dialed 9-1-1.

xxxxx"Hello, my name is Maria Sario. I am a student at Brookridge Academy of Excellence. I am currently stationed in the Astronomy Tower at school. You need to send help right away. Chief Suchet's daughter Olivia appears to be unconscious and there is another boy, I can only assume he is one of the new Bellhurst arrivals for his face in unfamiliar. He has no pulse and is covered in dry blood. Y-yes. I-I shall stay on the line." Her voice was higher and her hands were shaking. Marina remained planted on the ground, but moved away from the boy as not to get covered in any still damp blood.

 

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"YES! good work Tommy! it was a critical hi- BWA" Casey began to cheer but was rudely interrupted by the sudden pillow to the face. The impact of the heavy pillow caused the teen to immediately fall of the bed and collided with the groung "owowowowoow that hurt" Casey muttered as tears began to form but immediately shook them away as he climbed up his bed to look at the victim of his attack.

"Hey thats not very nice! How the hell can I throw my brain at you! What I've thrown at you was the aristocratic rock that goes by the name of Tommy Von Tommytom" Casey said. If one really looked at the rock carefully one could see that a there was a very small top hat glued to the top of the rock along with a small fake pointy moustache and what seemed to be a monocle. Standing up to to his feet, Casey immediately pointed his finger at Cherno and glared at him "My question is why are YOU in MY room. I, Casey, defender of justice do not appreciate a crime such as this!" Casey said.

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Deciding to leave Tyler to do whatever he needed to do, Altair decided to take a shower and prepare for the next day. After taking a shower Altair calmly walked out an noticed a few suitcases the old man sent yesterday. Raising an eyebrow, Altair decided to check it out "thats strange...that seems way too much for just me" Altair mumbled as he opened up one of the suitcases and glanced down at an assortment of wonderful and expensive variety of girl's clothes. "heh...you damn old man...try and hide it all you want but I know your extremely happy I brought Heidi...are you overjoyed that you have somebody like a granddaughter?.....it must mean everything to you now" Altair said quietly as he closed the suitcase and walked out.

Walking out of the academy, Altair began to stroll down the streets of Brookridge and headed towards the gym to get another work out. The streets were mildly busy with people walking around, and the walk was short. Altair was slowly closing in to the gym, but all to suddenly he paused. Altair just stood there, his body unmoving as he just stared ahead. What he saw before him was a being that was sickening in the boy's eyes. If there was one thing the boy could say he hated other than himself, then it would be the very person that stood ahead of him. His body reached a breaking point but his mind told it to stop. His body shook as if it was tied down by an invisible wire and all he could do was glare.

"You..."

"Its been quite a long while, hasn't it Altair?"

 

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How one worded things was very important. Everyone did it differently so each at their own, unique way of putting things. And as someone who saw the importance of words this meant a great deal to Elliot, so when Marina said it would be an honor he had to wonder if she, too, was someone who paid close attention to these things.​

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Though it had been a problem in his speech, as too often would his thoughts get jumbled as they spilled out of his mouth, normally due to the difficulty presented when faced with human interactions. It was quite the embarrassment, but something that he had yet to fix despite his desire to do so.​

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Hm, something was suddenly wrong with Marina. A hand cramp, maybe? That would explain why the cards were dropped, that is until she made eye contact with him. Something else was amiss judging by the look of her eyes.​

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His attention then turned to the death card. Tarot cards seemed to hold many meanings, though without knowing the first thing about them he had to assume the obvious. Was this play an attempt to further her earlier point about shortened lifespans? A comment about the folly of this was almost made but before it could be created the other stood and began exiting the room. And, well, Elliot was certainty not staying in this place any longer than need be so he followed.​

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No, he couldn't. He had to learn where she was going now and what was happening, just for the sake of knowing. So in the end he trailed along to the Astrometry Tower, a grand place. One of the best things on campus. However its glorious insides were tainted with a foul scent that even with the mask he could smell.​

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Blood. So much...and the decomposing body. Though by the looks of it the boy had not been left there long enough to degrade, especially since there had been a lack of bugs to help move along the process. But still, it smelled.​

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Putting a gloved hand to his face Elliot began shaking. It was disgusting yet fascinating. And the red substance...ah, if only he could get a sample. But with it being a crime scene it would be unwise to do so, especially with a witness to his deed. Speaking of, what was said witness doing?​

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Oh. Calling for help. The smart, correct thing to do in such a situation so he was glad it was being dealt with. And even happier that it was done without his assistance.​

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"Olivia? Someone l-like her couldn't..." do this, "still alive? Must have found...or been knocked out... Probably f-found..."​

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Olivia was shaken awake, slowly.
But by whom? The woman -- it was certainly a woman, from how soft and delicate Olivia noticed her hands were -- quickly retreated away. She had an ... an almost characteristic grip. Olivia's eyes slowly opened to the afternoon light, and there she was, laying on the floor, looking directly at the far ceiling of the Astronomy Tower's observation deck. Viola perched on her stomach, but upon Olivia opening her eyes, the little dove immediately fluttered away to her master's side.
It was Miss Sario. That grip -- one of firmness yet with amazingly smooth hands -- was something nobody would be able to forget. Olivia continued to stare at the ceiling with a blank expression, her body rigid like a plank, her arms stringently to her side. She knew what was directly in front of her -- and if she were to simply turn her head just a few angles south, she would be witness to the terrifying scene yet again.

So she did not do anything of the sort, and instead continued to look at the ceiling flatly. There were no winds flowing through the spaces of the tower right now. No winds, no rain, not a touch of cold that could perhaps revive movement in Olivia immediately. Nothing but her own moods and thoughts toiling and tumbling through her mind as she fixated her gaze at the arched ceiling. The corpse of the man she had seen was John Quincy -- and it implied that the e-mail indeed had an extremely large amount of basis behind its contralto voice.

How ... displeasing.
Olivia's nostrils slightly flared at the mere thought of the confirmation of this e-mail's truth.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar boy -- a friend -- well, would his silly, ridiculous person really be called a friend? Olivia felt dragonflies in her belly just thinking about him. Why in the world was that philistine here? Perhaps Miss Sario was attempting to hold some sort of spiritual game with him as well. That was certainly Miss Sario's business -- but, but would it not be out of the question for someone such as Elliot to believe in the metaphysical so empirically? Although Olivia's face continued its well-trained, flat expression, she did feel very much like scoffing slightly at Elliot's mere presence in this room.

"Malchik, please be a dear and help me up," Olivia called out, extending her gloved hand towards his direction, while otherwise staying rigid on the floor, her back upon the cold stone. "And please do not dabble too much with the ... incident in front of us. It would be unfortunate for you to smell like entrails with our appointment tomorrow."

Ah, that was right. The lessons tomorrow. The buffoon would be visiting her room. The clown would be bringing his sordid baritone into her private sanctuary from the world. It was her fault anyway. She sighed.

Was Miss Sario still here?
In cases such as these, witnesses were usually quick to call the police.
If that was so, Olivia would have none of it.

"Miss Sario, did you call the police? If so, I shall take my leave right this moment, before they wish anything to do with me. I am a busy, busy lady, you know. And thank you for waking me from my terrible slumber."

 

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xxxxxxxxxx It seemed to last a lifetime that Kallisti stared at Cristina, and eventually her face warm face alerted her to the fact; she turned away after the other girl waved and quickly calmed herself. Just moments later, she returned to meet the eyes of her pretty roommate, " Forgive me, " she began with a slightly solemn tone, " I hope I did not wake you. "

She took another breath, one that was hardly audible nor visible, " I was wondering, perhaps, if you would like to do something, today. " she suggested, slightly hesitant, " I just thought, since we have just met each other, getting to know each other right off would be a lovely thing to do? "

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xxxxxxxxxx It was just a while after noon and Harley found that his roommate wasn't around. When a note was left, pinned to the inside of the dorm door, Harley read it. Apparently, his roommates name was Caleb, and he was sixteen-years-old. He didn't seem like a bad kid, so maybe Harley would enjoy rooming with him.

After coming back to his room from exploring more of the grounds, Harley pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw some texts. Ignoring the messages from the people who were slowly growing irrelevant to him, Harley clicked on Allison's name. It had been just a few days, he last messaged her on the train. Two messages; he seemed to have missed one.

Harley. ​

Please read your previous texts.​

Haha, she was reprimanding him for not being attentive. He actually sort of felt bad. And then there was the previous text . . .

Hey. ​

You never told me what had happened. ​

Want to meet some time soon?​

Some time soon couldn't be today - maybe tomorrow. Today, he was going to do something with Heidi. Speaking of, he should probably message her soon, if not right now. He had been a little lazy in being social - feeling somewhat asocial anyway. With a sigh, he began typing a reply to his friend.

Sorry, sorry.​

You know how lazy I can get.​

Yeah, I'd like to meet soon, I don't remember what I was gonna tell you, though.​

Have to ask me again. Tomorrow, maybe?​

- Senpai​

With a sigh, he sent the message on his way and then returned to his contacts and realized he didn't have a number to associate with Heidi . . . Fuck. How was he supposed to get a hold of her? He supposed he could go to the girls' dorms and look for her, ask around, that wouldn't be too much. He sighed again and rubbed his forehead. He didn't want her to think that he stood her up, he didn't want her to be mad at him, afraid of him - feel anything negative towards him . . . But he didn't know where she was.

Slightly frustrated - something he hadn't felt in a long time - he shoved his hands and phone into his pocket and stalked to the door, a brooding atmosphere around him. Soon, he found himself walking down the hallway when he spotted just the person he had been looking for, " Hey, Heidi, " he called to her, walking closer - why was she here, in the boys' dorms? Not that he minded in the least bit - he was glad she was here, " Wasn't expetcing to see you here. I was just about to call you or something, didn't have your phone number, though . . . " He rubbed the back of his neck, " You still up for doing something today? " He smiled.

 

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How much longer now? Five minutes? Ten?

Waiting here, doing nothing. So boring. It was too boring. And with the blood right there, so close... He had to look away, do something. But what...

Answering his thoughts were a voice, one unexpected yet welcomed. Such a soft, elegant sound though belonging to someone impossible to picture coexisting in this plane. Ah, but people were like that, weren't they? It should have been foreseen in such a school but options were very limited when Elliot had signed up for this place.

No matter, it was far too late to change locations now. Pointless, even. And he was presented with a problem so much more pressing. Troublesome, really. A nightmare.

To touch her.

He already had to bear one person's touch today so another? Even with both having gloves it was hard to get around the fact that it'd be physical contact. But could he really deny the request of someone in need? Well...to be honest he normally would. But she gave the chance of escape as well, with her following statements. To be rid of this place seemed like a wonderful concept, so perhaps just this once he would compromise. Or well, this second time. But no more after this. Surely never again.

Moving over his own hand reached for hers, though reluctantly. He would not take her hand but she could take his and use it to stand. Yes, that should be assistance enough. This also freed his thoughts to focus on the other things Olivia had mentioned.

There was another appointment to be had, it seemed. One he almost forgotten about, which was a rare thing indeed for he never let something of the like slip his mind. In fact he had never missed an appointment or even shown up late. Perhaps early, by hours even, but never late.

"I would never let myself smell in such a manner. I'd die. B-but then my body... Rephrasing. I will never smell in such a manner unless dead."

Looking to Marina again he hoped she could deal with this...issue on her own because now with the thought of the smell sticking to him his desire to leave heightened. "I must go too. I cannot be here any longer with this...r-rotting corpse. I would much rather wait outside, if you do not mind. Even if you do mind I will be going out anyway. I suggest you to do the same, unless...you like...these..."

 

Marcus stood outside Cherno's door and sighed a little inward sigh. Still no sign of him or even a roommate answering his knock. Poor guy, must be tired after all he looked like he was passed out in the Pharmacy. Marcus shook his head and turned on his heel to head out of the boys dorm. He rubbed his shoulders as he made a beeline for the recreational housing. His left shoulder felt like he'd slept on it funny so it was slightly bothering him. He placed it in the back of his mind as he began to assign himself a mission. Task one. Find the computer and printer room. Hew found it in less then a minute. Task two. Find or create a good invitation slash flyer. It took some Googling and YouTubing, but he completed his first flyer ever. A video game extravaganza plus a pizza party. This place was cold. This place was boring. And what better way to welcome the few Bellhurst kids that trickled in on the train.

Marcus grinned at his brilliance and stood up from his computer chair after hitting the print button on the computers printer. He hovered over them, his grin replaced by a genuine smile despite the nervousness that flooded him. As he picked up the multiple copies he'd made. Like a man on a mission he plastered the a few flyers in the room he was in. The left a few more on the message boards of each room that held classes. He skipped the Gym and Gardens. Ignoring rooms like that a even pressing the invitations to the nearby trees, Marcus breezed into both dorms, dropping off the invites on the message boards there and randomly slipping them under doors before scurrying out of the last dorm.

Spoiler: Invitation

Get down. Game on. You have thumbs so use them for something other then grabbing stuff! Come to party? Eat pizza? Play Video Games? We have all that and more! You're still on campus for a reason, you might as well have some fun till classes kick back in. We even have fun here! Well it will be here because the events tomorrow.​

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Who: Every student on campus​

What: A party to kill some boredom ​

When: December 19th, 4:30pm​

Where: Ashvale's Room 12​

Marcus was leaning against the trees near the administrator's office. All this scurrying about left him a little breathless and he realized he was still not done. He still had to host and plan the party. Ugh. Another reason why a friend would be nice, his online friends couldn't help him here. But this party could. Marcus put a smile on his face, at least he would get to spend. He hustled out of the cold and into the warmth of the building. Signing the right paper work and finding the right people to gather the TVs needed for his little event was also easy, he decided to reward himself with a little snack from the cafeteria, which .

 

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Ah, good, Bronagh was awake. Good, good indeed...Now to tell her she was making breakfast for her without sounding way out of line. Her cheeks flushed, but then her expression changed from one of shame to one of confidence. John had enjoyed her food...That had been the first time she ever really cooked for someone outside of herself and her family. So, surely, Bronagh would understand her intentions and hopefully enjoy the meal--if she accepted it.

xxxxxxxx❝I know it's a bit late, but I made you something... Feel free to help yourself!❞

Trying not to let her excitement show, she turned down the stove top and finished setting a small wood table with two plates and empty cups. She washed her hands and sat at the table. Even if Bronagh rejected her, it was alright. The only thing that would go to waste was the sausage.
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It took Bronagh a second to really get what was going on because she wasn't used to waking up to a breakfast made for her, or at least she wasn't as much as she used to.​

"I know it's a bit late, but I made you something... Feel free to help yourself!"​

After that she realized how hungry she was, she rubbed her head for a second(Which was hopelessly snarled due to bedhead) and stepped out of bed, "Thank you very much. You really didn't have to..."​

As she walked up to the table she forced her hair into a messy ponytail and laughed, "And it can't be too late. I'm just waking up."​

She found herself sitting down rather nervously in the chair and sat there not eating yet, it wasn't exactly meant to be insulting although it could have come across that way. She just had trouble gripping the fork.​

 

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xxxxxmarina inhaled deeply, regaining her composure, then turned to face the two. She smiled lightly at them and proceeded to return her phone down the front of the dress. The police had hung up and informed her they were on their way. "of course. I shall wait here, but Olivia, you know best, they will wish to speak with the on that found the body first. " she swallowed back a bile taste. It was part death induced, mixed with the fact that she had to have an actual conversation with someone of the same sex as her. It was disgusting. The sooner the two of them left, easier she would be able to breathe-- sort of. The lingering aroma of blood and death still hung in the air. Using the window ledge above her, she pulled herself up onto her feet and dusted herself off.

xxxxx"Elliot, I do hope you have received enough information for now. I shall contact you when I am ready to begin anew. Until then," she smirked and waved them out of the small room. Sirens quickly began to fill the eerie quietness of the background. They would be here any minute and if Olivia planned on dispersing before her father inevitably arrived, she would have to move quickly. Marina turned on her heel to face the window. She needed fresh air. It popped open easily and she leaned her head out-- taking in a deep breath. That felt better. Cool crisp air filled her lungs and the room's smell was temporarily washed away from her nasal cavity. She didn't look back to see them leave, but heard light footsteps head out the door and decend down the staircase. The astronomy tower-stars-, the staircase-burning in her legs-, blood-a dead body-; they had shown her a great deal, but still left it so vague. If her body hadn't acted on its own behalf, she never would have put the pieces together.

xxxxxthis was interesting, to say the least. Beginning to understand would be difficult. Would she have to let her body lead the way every time? That would be unfortunate. She wanted to be in control. Control was important. Power. Control brought power. Had she really brought herself to the tower on instinct, or did the spirits guide her? It felt different from the other times. Even helping Altair the other day hadn't felt like this.

xxxxxmarina stared blankly at the gate, deep in thought. She watched as it swung open, allowing the squad cars, the coroner, and the ambulance (probably for Olivia) rush inside the school grounds.

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xxxxx"hey heidi." the sound of the voice made the forced smile on her face grow to a pleased one. She turned to face him, momentarily forgetting about the other girl's presence and looked up at Harley in excitement.

xxxxx"Harley, hi!" her body seemed to visibly relax and her heart rate returned to normal.

xxxxx"I was just about to call you or something, didn't have your phone number though..."

xxxxxoh right. He gave her his number last night. She must have left the paper under the bed when she crawled out. "oh. Umm...no phone. Don't have one," she glanced down a bit uneasy, " but kept your number safe," she added quickly. Maybe she could use Altair's phone in the future to get a hold of Harley. Heidi was glad he found her though. Maybe it meant he wasn't mad for not meeting earlier.

xxxxx"you still want to do something today?" he smiled.

xxxxx"y-yeah. Sure." more than anything, but she wouldn't say that last part. She grinned widely at him, before returning her attention to the other girl. "s-sorry. It was nice to meet you. Um..." Heidi felt bad just bailing, but she probably had more stuff to do. She was dressed for running, after all. "h-have a nice run." she waved to her before heading off with Harley.

xxxxxyou're getting awfully cozy. S-so? Don't get too comfortable deary. Don't you hear that sound? What sound? Listen closely. They've found us. What are you talki- she froze. The sound of sirens quickly grew louder. Heidi stopped breathing. Her hand was a rock on harley's wrist. She couldn't move. Why were the police here? Heidi managed to swallow the lump blocking her throat and take a shaky breath. Her eyes grew wide with fear. maybe they're not here for me. Do you want to take that chance deary? They know what you look like. They saw how you behaved. Do you want to take that risk? We can come out and play, if you'd like. It would be fun. N-no. No playing.

xxxxx"h-Harley, i-I can't go outside. Not outside." she was shaking and her grip on his wrist loosened as her hand fell to her side. They would never let her be. Not any of them. Not until they had her committed for good.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx To say the least, Harley was pleased that Heidi was happy to see him - at least that was someone else besides Alli, who hadn't replied to his messages, yet.

" Oh. " Heidi let out, and he raised his eyebrows at her, " Um . . . No phone. Don't have one, " Upon hearing this, he couldn't decide if he was surprised or not, but after a few moments of thinking on it, he decided that he wasn't and that it really didn't matter, " But I kept your number safe. " This brightened Harley's expression a little.

Realizing that Heidi was saying goodbye to someone else, Harley looked at the person; a girl, with bright hair and deep brown eyes. Quickly, he inspected the rest of her person; relatively tall, curvy figure, bubbly personality? There was something about her face, though, that he instantly disliked . . . It felt slightly familiar, maybe, or he was just imagining it. With a shrug of his shoulders ( he would find more about her, later ), his attention turned back to his little friend.

Her face looked slightly troubled, thinking in her mind, she was, but then her whole person went stiff and he went on guard; something was wrong. In his range of hearing, came sirens. Sirens? Had they just startled her, or was it something else - oh. Altair . . . He had helped her escape, she told him yesterday. Sirens meant police. Police meant capture. Maybe. He felt a tight grip on his wrist, and he looked down at her, again.

" H - Harley, I - I can't go outside. " she said with an extremely unsteady voice, and Harley adjusted himself to wrap his hand around her own.

" Not really sure what's gonna happen, but I'll be here, okay? " he said, and then he began to pull her along towards his dormitory; his roommate probably wasn't back and he needed some way to scout the situation. Soon, they were in his room, and he sad Heidi down on his bed; with an urgency, his feet carried him to the window and his eyes scanned the grounds and small roads. There were two police cruisers and something that looked like it was from a hospital - not an ambulance, but something less formal and more blended to the cop cars.

" Heidi. " he said, with his voice serious, " I need you to stay calm and just answer what I ask, what do you think they're here for? If for you, then what do you plan to do? " he asked. They weren't close to this building, and looked like they might be going into the main building, but soon enough - if they really were looking for her - they would come here, asking around. Searching, even, " I can help you, Heidi, but only if you let me. "

. . . On this one, he might not mind help from Lorinda.

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As Allison was walking from the main building, she came upon a tree that happened to have a flyer on it. Looking beyond it, she noticed a huge mess of the same flyer all over the place. Well... Curious, she looked at the flyer more carefully. Ooooh....video game party? And pizza? Heck yes! When is this? The 19th? What day is today? she wondered as she took out her cellphone and noticed she missed a text message from Harley. Oh damn. Don't know how that happened. So the bastard finally answers eh? She thought with a smirk as she opened up the message.

Sorry, sorry.
You know how lazy I can get.
Yeah, I'd like to meet soon, I don't remember what I was gonna tell you, though.
Have to ask me again. Tomorrow, maybe?
- Senpai

Senpai again? This guy. This guy. Oh but she was too exasperated and tired to come up with a comeback and so she just texted him a simple reply.

All right. What time and where?

She put away the phone and then stared at the poster again. Wait. What was I doing again? Oh yeah this party. Allison smiled at her silliness as she pulled out her phone again. Ah the 17th. So the party's in 2 days' time. It was then that the sound of sirens caught her attention. Sirens? Here? But it's not even the city. Had it not been for this thought, Allison would have paid them no mind. She was so used to sirens from hanging out in Coy City so often with friends and such. This was the mountains. A prestigious academy that was like a college campus. What were the police doing here? This piqued her interest a bit and so she tried to casually follow the police to where they were headed after they got directions from the main building, sort of in a "oh I'm heading there too. *whistles casually*" manner. Except Allison couldn't whistle. It worked for the most part as she kept her distance and stopped at the Heliocanthia garden, seeing their destination being the astronomy tower. They had brought a stretcher too. And a coroner. Oh. Again? Why is this happening again? The e-mail? Like last time? Christ we are fated to die aren't we? It occurred to her then that she hadn't really thought much of that night when they had all arrived. That bloodlust. The search. The name. And the consequences. This was for the aftermath. I really need to talk to someone. I need to talk to Harley. But we said tomorrow. I...I really wish I...had someone. There were many times where Allison felt lonely, but never had she felt the depths as she did now. She did not have a single close friend to which she could share what she needed to.