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[/url]xxxxx"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. She was definitely not expecting that, especially when he sat her down on his bed. Harley moved quickly to the window, gazing out at the ground below. She kept her eyes focused on the back of his neck. What would she do? "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, still facing the window.

xxxxxCalm. That was the key word. She had to stay calm, but her mind was racing. Harley's words were barely registering-- going in one ear and out the other. What did she plan to do? What could she do, besides run? She had to keep running. You've got friends who dare for you, so don't you dare throw away the kindness they have given you. If you have a problem, just tell me...alright? Right, running wasn't an option. Altair would slap her again. If he finds you. We could make you disappear forever. No. "I can help you, Heidi, but only if you let me."

xxxxxHarley's voice brought back her attention. He wants to help? He said he wanted to help, but she didn't understand why anyone would want to help her. "If...if here for me, they'll take me away. Lock me up to live with Ramona. I don't want to live with her. Not in the scary house." She tucked her legs in snuggly against her body and wrapped her arms around her knees. "I...I don't know what to do." We know what to do. Shhh. Don't want your help. It would be so quick, deary. Just one more time. No. We'll have our fun eventually. Heidi buried her face into her knees. "no. no, no, no," she muttered. She didn't want them to have their fun-- to take control, or to be taken away by the police. Not again. Each time they get worse. They've hauled her off too many times already. They won't be so forgiving this time.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx " If . . . if they're here for me, they'll take me away. Lock me up to live with Ramona. " Ramona, who was Ramona? Judging by the tone of Heidi's small voice, she was no one good. He turned to look at her and she was basically curled up in his bed. His head turned to look out the window; the officials had yet to come out of the main building. Probably at the directory.

Before he did anything else, Harley replied to Alli's text, slightly relieve that she had replied at all.

Uh. Tomorrow afternoon.​

3:00pm sounds good.​

Meet me at the Heliocanthea gardens.​

I could use a friend.​

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Heavily, he sighed. This once. Just this once.

Without much thought - he didn't want to think now, he would regret later - he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, then stuck it up to his ear. " Hello. " came the cold, yet serene voice. It would sound formal, elegant to anyone else, but Harley had been around this woman enough to know better.

" Lorinda. " he said shortly, " I need your help. "

" Oh, is that the only reason anyone ever calls me anymore? " she said with a slight ironic laugh, and then she sighed, feeling that Harley obviously didn't share her humor, " Yes, what is it? "

" There are police on campus. They are looking for a girl named Heidi Layne. " he said quickly, seeing said officials come out of the main building, " I need you to drive them away. Heidi has done nothing wrong, but she is in need of some . . . help. "

After much convincing on Harley's part to his grandmother - he could be very persuasive when he wanted ( it was one of the reasons why he was the favorite ) - Lorinda agreed to have the police leave campus and direct their attention elsewhere, " By the by, darling, " she began to say, again, " You and dear Kallisti must come visit me, soon. I miss my two grandchildren. Peter hardly ever comes to see me anymore, perish the thought! "

When the conversation was done, Harley set his phone down on the other bed and sat in a chair that was close to Heidi's curled form. He took a breath of relief. The only thing he could do now was comfort Heidi and hoped that his grandmother kept her word. Still, if that woman was good for anything, it was for keeping her word.

" Heidi, " he began, gently, " It's alright now. They're not going to come for you . . . Not today, at least. You won't have to live with Ramona, don't worry. " Man, when did he start caring so much? Was he like this with everyone? No . . . Just the ones who couldn't help themselves? Or just the ones he thought were special - had real problems instead of frivolous ones blown out of proportion? Either way, he decided Heidi needed protecting.

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Acting like flowers and plants were really interesting was pretty hard. Even after reading a great many placards giving information about the scientific names and a brief description of when they bloomed and such. Stalking the police sure was hard. Luckily, Allison heard the tone the phone gave off when she received a text. Must be Harley.

Uh. Tomorrow afternoon.
3:00pm sounds good.
Meet me at the Heliocanthea gardens.
I could use a friend.
- Harley

Hm. Well, she was already at the Heliocanthea. Confused, Allison replied to Harley, trying to be discreet about it as a few more guys in suits(detectives) arrived at the astronomy tower.

Already there.

She hit send and then took a second look at the text. Ohhhh. Meet here tomorrow!...well god damn it I already sent the stupid thing. I just hope he knows that I know that now.....oh who am I kidding, he's going to laugh at me. Bah. Since she was kind of bored anyway, Allison figured she'd hang out some more in the garden for a little longer.

 

Since nothing eventful had happened yet again with his characters... and Bushy frankly needed to post to just end his day. We'll just say that after their pointless days that Tyler and Zoey went back to the dorm and to bed (and for such a worthless post, Bushy didn't bother formatting it because... why? lol).

 

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Olivia's Diary Entry | December 17​

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The boy seemed complacent enough to wish to get rid of her. How quaint.
Olivia let out a soft snicker. It was getting late enough and it was for her best that she left anyway. Her snicker was of a different air than her giggle -- she reserved it typically for situations involving only Elliot, and it contained an oft-heard sinister tone to it. What was the ulterior motive behind? It changed as daily as the strings of the weather themselves. Olivia turned to the taller young man, almost looking up at him with the posture of a disappointed baroness. She adjusted the edges of her gloves, looking away with delicately closed eyes. She did not need to give the boy the dignity of-- of a direct stare at this moment. Pah.
"Look, malchik. I expect you, tomorrow, at where you need to be." She opened the lucid raindrops of her eyes and delivered a chilling, crystal state towards the malchik's own sky-coloured set. Why did this buffoon have to have such beautifully enchanting eyes? It was-- it was certainly a waste. "And if you decide to avoid our meeting, the consequences shall ... not be for the best, hm?" Olivia smirked, and it seemed intermingled with genuine melancholic pleasure and a sinister, foxlike trickiness.

Was that Miss Sario who had been speaking to her? She called out that the police and ambulances would be arriving very soon. She turned away to the window. The main entrances would probably be blocked. Olivia thought that the poor soul almost had a hatred that bordered on very fear of her own sex, so she did not try to cause unneeded complication with a complicated answer. It must have taken her enough effort to simply rouse Olivia. She turned to the window, now upright, the winds blowing through the observation chamber and dancing through her airy hair and light clothing. The evening moon was beginning to soar among the mountains of the Academy.

"I understand this, but I shall have no play at the very moment until I may settle things myself. My escape is of utmost importance for now, at least until ... I am certain he is not among them."

She walked to the other edge of the room, opposite Elliot, and sat on the enormous window sill which opened out into the frosty mountain air. The moonlight glittered through her hair as she stared directly at Elliot with a smile, holding her umbrella tightly. Viola had sat perched on her shoulder all this time, taking in the details of the room, but upon Olivia resting on the window sill, the little bird flew off out of the tower, towards Olivia's dormitory.

"My soul is light and unburdened. I am a free dove. I hope you, too, malchik, will soon remove the restrains upon your person." She giggled with a genuine smile, and brought out the umbrella in front of her. Snap. It opened, and looking at Elliot, she said her final words for the night. "I must not let the police see me, so I shall be taking an alternative route. Please, please, do not be alarmed."

She held out the umbrella above her, and slowly fell back into the emptiness of the air behind her, out of the tower. She closed her eyes. She had practiced this enough. She was no Mary Poppins, but the fall helped. She fell downward at a moderate pace, gripping the umbrella tightly. Quickly, she clicked a button on the handle and the umbrella's canopy launched upward into a full blown parachute, gently slowing her descent towards the ground, unseen by anyone else as she hid herself by the wall of the tower and the few trees around her. She would need to improve the landing system soon, sometime this week perhaps. With a gentle step, she touched down on the floor, almost like a graceful feather upon a puddle -- no effort, no stress, just a soft landing, and the parachute's canopy fell around her. Unclipping it from the skeleton of her umbrella, she rolled it up and carried it in a bundle close to her chest, running through the darkened grove of trees and the empty Heliocanthea before reaching her dormitory room after a good number of minutes.

She wondered when her roommate would be here, if ever. If she even had one.
With a quick shower and a change into proper clothing, she fell asleep, Viola scattering around in her cage. It occurred to her, in her dreams, her very diary routine had been shattered by the events of the day, but even in them she could hear the distant sirens of the ambulances and police cars on school property.

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Cherno thought this was dumber than a pile of imaginary numbers in third grade math homework. Who was this clown? He turned away from them. He didn't even want to see their face right now. He just wanted to go back to sleep. He just wanted to sleep. Only sleep. Nothing else to do. His soul felt so heavy and he couldn't help it. Why? Why did he feel so dreadful all of a sudden? Was it the change in weather? He forcibly grabbed his extra pillow and moved his body away from the voice, turning his back to it. How annoying. He was the guy's roommate. How couldn't he tell? Almost like a little kid, Cherno wrapped the pillow around the back of his head and held it to his ears.

Why hadn't John responded to his text yet?
He felt worried, really worried.

"I'm your roommate, you seismic charlatan. Cherno. Cherno Plume." His cheeks were wry and he looked away with tired eyes. Cherno did not want to leave his bed. He did not want to leave it for the duration of his time before school. "Get over it, and let's be fucking friends. Thanks, brother."His eyes began to dim.There were sirens off in the distance.
The constant knock on the door seemed intermingled with them. He didn't want to answer. Let the ass behind him get it.
His-- his head hurt so much-- jesus christ.
Cherno shakily grabbed the painkillers from his pocket and twisted the bottle open, popping one swiftly into his mouth.Maybe this would help. Please help.

Where was John?

Ah ...
The sirens were growing louder.
And louder.
What was ... what was going ...
On ...

Cherno slowly drifted off to sleep, under the influence of the painkillers. Talk about an uneventful day of sad reflection.

 

Finished with his walk, Alex headed back towards his dorm. Once there he quickly stretched out his limbs before changing and hoping in his bed. It wasn't long after that he drifted off into slumber.

 

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Her plate was made, hurrah! Fluffy pancakes and eggs. It felt like forever since she had eaten something substantial...though that didn't make sense. Hmm...She shrugged it off and started to eat again. It wasn't until she was mostly done with all of her food that she noticed Bronagh hadn't eaten anything. She frowned, but the girl didn't look too good. Maybe she was sick? ​

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No response...She must have really been ill. Did Eleanora get her sick? She frowned.​

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[/url]xxxxxHarley was making a phone call, but she didn't hear half of what he said. She was too distraught and wrapped up in her own thoughts to understand the words coming out of his mouth. Someone named Lorinda and something about her name. Harley definitely said her name, but that was all she caught.

xxxxxAfter another minute or two, then he tossed his phone aside and sat down in a chair near her. Heidi kept her focus on her knees, only seeing him in her peripheral . "Heidi," he began, gently, "It's alright now. They're not going to come for you . . . Not today, at least. You won't have to live with Ramona, don't worry." No Ramona. That was good, at least.

xxxxxShe lifted her head up just slightly, gazing at him longingly. "Y-you promise? No Ramona?" Ramona was a bad thing. She didn't want to be like her, to live with her. They will stuff you in there with her eventually deary. You can't run from fate forever. I don't want to go with her. Not ever. Heidi began to tear up on the bed and wiped her eyes vigorously with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.


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Ben stood at the door for a few moments. No reply, no footsteps, nothing. He had refrained from knocking a second time. He felt awkward enough the first time he did it. Ben turned his head as he heard the whining of sirens. What were the police doing here? Ben sighed. He would tried to contact this Cherno another time. For now, it would be safest for him to just return to his room.​

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Ben rested his head against his pillow. Though the sun had just begun to set, he could feel sleep gripping him. His attempt find more information about the email had failed, and he wasn't going to rely on the internet to get his answers. Perhaps he would pay Marina visit tomorrow. Ben removed the his glasses, placing the nightstand next to his bed, and drifted off to sleep, not yet even out of his day clothes.​

 

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There was nothing interesting going on at all. She didn't find anything on Tumblr particularly eye-catching, but perhaps she did not take enough time to look enough. Aileen would flip back to her email inbox every so often to see if she got anything new, but there was nothing. Several spam emails but that was it. She emails she thought were old and of no use. Spam. Spam. Spam. Oh- ​

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She had reached 'the' email and unconsciously opened it. She shook her head and went to click the x at the top right of the window, but paused. Aileen bit her bottom lip. She began to feel regretful. There were less than one hundred days of her life, yet, there were things that she was not completely satisfied with- more specifically her family. She closed the window, as well as her laptop, and walked outside for some fresh air. ​

It was cold, so she did not plan to stay long. Should I tell her? Not tell her? Tell her....not tell her...She sighed and wished that she had more time to think this through. She was terrible at making decisions and this was a huge one. These were the only times when she wished she had someone to talk to. But then again, they would just be a distraction later on. She returned to her room. With nothing left to do for that day, she decided to go to sleep.​

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"Of course you didn't," Cristina's mechanical device recited. She tried to have the most reassuring expression on her face as she could. After all, Quin did not wake her. When she suggested learning more about each other, Cristina nodded and smiled. She seemed hesitant. Is she nervous?

Seeing her roommate's nervousness, Cristina decided to start by typing in some things about herself. She tried to keep her introduction concise, so she decided to sum up some of the bigger points. Looking over her answer on the keyboard's screen, she hit enter. "Well to begin with, I am mute, which is why I must use this device. The voice on it is sort of irritating isn't it? I apologize if it is. If you would rather me not use it and write my answers instead I do not mind," Cristina smiled apologetically and her device continued, "I enjoy drawing, sketching and painting...just about everything visual arts related. I do not paint as often as I sketch, but when I do, I enjoy listening to classical music. Oh, and I really like sweets. "

Cristina wondered how Quin would react to her introduction. Was it weird? She never really had to do something like this before.

 

Despite initially finding the garden a bit boring after having walked around it for a time, Allison found herself entranced by the beauty and detail of each plant. Even if it was just a gigantic leaf, she observed it closely. No doubt she was going slightly mad after having imposed herself to be locked down in the garden for a time. It wasn't until the sun had started to set and there was no longer enough light to see the exquisite details of the petals of a flower did she finally leave. Though as she was leaving, she noticed a small shadow hurry into the girls' dorm ahead of her. What, is there a curfew or something? Eh. Allison paced herself and casually arrived back at the room. Immediately she noticed a suitcase and a note. They sure worked fast to get her stuff, and the note was even from her parents. She read it, then folded it up and placed it elsewhere. Then she quickly took a shower, hoping Elizabeth had already taken a shower and gone to bed, and went about her bedtime routine. Surprisingly, she hadn't felt hungry all day. Am I getting sick? I sure hope not. Wondering this, she fell fast asleep a few minutes later.

 

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There it was again, that thing that made him so nervous to be around this girl. It almost felt as if she plotted against him, that if he were to ever sleep in the same area he would not awaken the next morning. How terrifying.

Nodding at her words Elliot took out his phone to double check the alarm for this appointment, just to be sure. "I shall be sure to arrive on schedule I assure you."How would one even go about punishing another in this situation? It was not like Olivia held something important over Elliot's head, as far as he knew anyway. Still...maybe never finding out would be better than knowing?

Yes, we shall go with that.

In other news, an earlier debated assumption of intense family issues had resurfaced along with a memory of learning Olivia was related to a police officer. Though that was painfully clear.

Families... The more he learned and saw the more a happy, functional family system seemed to be a myth. Like a story you'd tell your kid so they would not cry themselves to sleep. Or one used to keep people having kids, despite how overpopulated the world already was.

Though fairy tales seemed to be coming true now with this psychic business and game. There was even the whole animal and princess connection right before him. Ah...he would have to forget today's dealings if life is to ever continue per usual. Otherwise these things were going to twist his brain into a sponge.

"Perhaps if I had a soul I would consider doing so," such things did not exist. Sure living organisms had an energy source but the commonly accepted opinion of souls did not sit right with him. Oh but look she's dead now. No, wait. After approaching the window she fell out of and looking down it would appear that she landed just fine on the ground before. That was even worse than the talk of magic, for surely at this height, wind pressure--

No. He was done. Absolutely done. He would give his statement to the cops outside once they arrived before returning to his dorm room where another twenty minute shower took place before Elliot changed into his night clothes, which also included the gloves, mask, and thick layers.

After that he realized his room mate was already asleep, sending a ping of guilt through him for not being more considerate with his entrance and light usage. Ben was accommodating enough, so seemed to have deserved that much at least. Though he never was able to get a blood sample... A few hairs, yes, but that was hardly anything in comparison.

Sighing, the boy went to update his tumblr with subject facts and post before laying down to sleep.

 

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xxxxxHeavy footsteps clunked their way up the stairs. The door flew open, almost off it's hinges, as officers pooled into the room. Marina turned back around to face the officers, her face red from the bitter cold biting at her from out the window. A small smile crossed her lips as she greeted the men. "Evening officers."​

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xxxxxThey quickly checked the status of the boy on the ground and then coroners began the process of bagging him. Forensic workers took pictures and searched for evidence. It was all so tedious in her eyes. One officer questioned her on what she knew and the whereabouts of Olivia. "Miss Suchet has retired for the evening. She did not want to be present for this." That caused an uproar of it's own accord.​

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xxxxxMarina rested her hand on her forehead and feigned a headache. After more questioning, they finally let her go, deeming her no longer a suspect. It was all so frivolous. She was the one that called them, after all. After a bit of a walk, she returned to her room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Now, she really was developing a headache. Marina dug through a drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen, taking two for her inevitable migraine. They seemed to always get the best of her. Fortunately, a couple of ibuprofen and some sleep typically did the trick to rid her mind of the abuse.​

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xxxxxShe tossed her wig onto the dresser and moved across the room to open a drawer containing sleepwear. Marina untied the ribbons around the back of her neck and undid the zipper. The dress fell to her ankles and she kicked off the heels. Pulling out the pink silk nightwear, she pulled the shorts up to her long legs and to her hips. The top slipped lightly down over her head and hung loosely from her shoulders. Marina shook her long brown hair out (having been in a wig cap all day) and curled up into bed for sleep.​

 

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The girl smiled as she waited for her roommate's response. She felt as if they had a lot in common even though they had not known each other long enough to determine that. Quin was kind and soft spoken ...And nothing like the clown of a roommate I had before.

Suddenly, Cristina felt a pang of pain on the left side of her head. It felt as if something heavy had been dropped directly on that spot, but it was obvious that nothing had. She pressed her left hand against her head and typed with her right. This significantly reduced her speed, but it would have to do. "Sorry do you mind if we continue this tomorrow. I would love to have a longer conversation, but I am not feeling very well at the moment. I'm really, really sorry," her machine recited. She hoped that Quin would understand. The machine did not do a very good job of portraying her emotions. She only realized afterwards how much that phrase could be misinterpreted.

She lied down and closed her eyes. I hope this isn't from the pregnancy...Maybe I should go to the nurse tomorrow...She did her best to ignore the sudden headaches and went to sleep.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Cristina seemed as if she were a very sweet girl, and Kallisti decided that she wouldn't mind at all having her for a roommate - perhaps it would make this entire experience much easier . . .

She watched as the other girl tapped into a device, one that spoke to her soon after, " Well to begin with, I am mute, which is why I must use this device. The voice on it is sort of irritating isn't it? I apologize if it is. If you would rather me not use it and write my answers instead I do not mind, " When the other girl smiled, her face apologetic, Kallisti almost wanted to rip her heart out. The device was fine, but its user was not; a mute, how awful. Was she traumatized somehow, or was it a physical disability? Kallisti frowned, but accepted the introduction anyway, " I enjoy drawing, sketching and painting . . . just about everything visual arts related. I do not paint as often as I sketch, but when I do, I enjoy listening to classical music. Oh, and I really like sweets. "

Enjoyed listening to classical music; instantly, she knew Cristina was someone she would have to take tea with very soon. Honestly, she couldn't have asked for someone better to be her roommate. Perhaps Miss Olivia would like to meet this girl, as well.

" No, no, " she began to reply, a smile on her face, " The device is very fine, I do not mind it. You seem like a wonderful girl, Miss Cristina. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. " She took a breath; she had almost begun to fear that she would not like the person she was rooming with ( not that she had originally intended to stay here, but she digressed ), but Cristina seemed to be just fine.

A mute, though, how interesting . . .

Before Kallisti had even known, the day had been over, and she had nothing else to do. With a heavy sigh at the late hour, she wondered what Harley might be up to; did he like his roommate? Perhaps it was a boy to his liking . . .

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xxxxxxxxxx " Y - You promise? " Heidi replied in her unsteady voice, " No Ramona? " To be honest, Harley didn't even know who Ramona was, but he didn't want to ask her. If he did, she might think he wouldn't be able to protect her - or . . . something along those lines. He almost felt bad promising to her right now - what if he couldn't keep it? "

" No Ramona. " he answered, sure in his words, but not in his mind. He would have to find out who Ramona was some other way. If Heidi and Altair were so close, maybe he would know something.

Moving away from the taxing day, Harley looked at the clock on his wall; it was getting late. Heidi was still on his bed and his roommate hadn't come back yet. What to do, what to do . . . The police might actually still be on campus, he didn't know if his grandmother had dealt with their leave personally or not. Frankly, he wouldn't have been surprised if she didn't, but . . . Ugh, he hated relying on her. There was no way he was telling Kallisti about this, she would probably peg him down as manipulating her again - not that she ever really trusted him to begin with.

" What now? " he asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands to rest on his stomach.

 

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The glare on his face immediately dropped and a face of fear and dread filled Casey’s face “oh shit” Casey said jumping off his bed and ran up to the side of Cherno’s bed and glanced over at the figure of the sleeping Cherno. Looking down at the teen, Casey’s suddenly looked mortified “I-I killed him….well Tommy did, but still I told Tommy to attack and now he is dead” Casey said as tears began to build up in his eyes “H-He was j-just my roommate a-and he wanted t-to be friends…and then I-I killed him” Casey said sniffling as tears continued to form.

Casey was devastated to say the least. All he did was merely tried to defend himself, but in the end he killed an innocent person…some defender of justice he turned out to be. Casey was about to cry out loud but immediately stopped when he noticed Cherno move “H-He’s sleeping?” Casey said sniffling again. To know the roommate was alive brought great joy to the teen but he was so ashamed of what he did that he was scared of facing his roommate. “I-I should fix that” Casey said silently as he noticed Cherno was bleeding. Taking out the emergency bandages out he began to gently wrap them around the sleeping Cherno’s head. By the time he was done poor Cherno’s head was close to being fully wrapped with bandages and nearly looked like DiZ from Kingdom Hearts.

With that done Casey reached into his pocket and pulled out a $20 bill and placed it on the side of Cherno “mom gave me that to save but you deserve it…I’m sorry Cherry Plum” Casey said truly thinking that was the teen’s name. Picking up Tom Von Tommytom, Casey sat on his bed and waited for Cherry to awake so he could apologize. Time went on and Casey nodded off and fell asleep, snuggling sadly with Tommy.

 

Marcus was finishing up his dinner and sighed as the last of the food on his plate went down his gullet. This was great, his flyers were scattered around the school. The party was tomorrow and the room and help needed for decorating the room was already set up and planned to go into affect tomorrow. Today was not a bad day at all, surely his efforts would be rewarded with something.

His sweater was pulled down tighter as he headed back into the cold for the last planned time for the night. He couldn't spare any time for his gaming console tonight. He would be playing it and his many others tomorrow. He was giddy as changed into his night clothes. Sleep came quick when his excitement wore off, he briefly wondered who would come as he typed out a tumblr post and the fatigue of ripping and running through the school cast him into dreamland.

 

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[/url]"No Ramona." Harley promised. She sniffled while continuing to wipe at the flow of tears coming out of her ducts. The cuff of the sleeve was damp with salty water from her eyes. She yawned once, before looking back up at Harley. Behind her, the light from outside began to dim as the moon slowly rose.

"No Ramona," she mumbled in acknowledgement.

"What now?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands to rest on his stomach.

Heidi yawned again. She rubbed her eyes and looked at him sleepily. "I-I can go back...back to Altair's room. Sleepy time." As she said the words, her body began to drift down lower on the bed. She needed to get up and leave, as not to burden Harley with any more Heidi-related problems, but she could barely keep her eyes open. Crying made people drowsy and she was no exception to the rule. "Sleep..." she muttered as consciousness began to evaded her. Her weak mind drifted off to some untouchable place, her asleep on someone else's bed.


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[ OOC : AAAAH, I CAN REST, NOW ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ]​

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D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E .

xxxxxxxxxx Harley was glad that she had finally stopped crying. To be honest, he wasn't very good with crying people; the most he had to offer in those kinds of situations were reassuring words ( even if they may or may not be lies ) and a body to cry on.

" I - I can go back . . . back to Altair's room. Sleepy time. " . . . Sleepy time? Oh my fucking god, that's too goddamned adorable. Harley almost dropped his head in his hands - could his meek ( PFFF SAXIMA'S REALLY TIRED, HAHAHA HARLEY DOESN'T HAVE A MEEK HEART ) heart even take such a behavior? In her state, though, he didn't know if - wait, Altair's room? Didn't she have a dorm of her own? . . . Why did she sleep in his room.

For a moment, his temper flared at the worst possible thought. Then again . . . Altair didn't seem to be that kinda guy. Definitely not. Hopefully not - for his sake.

Before he could even realize it, Heidi was lightly snoring on his bed. With a raised eyebrow of curiosity, Harley stood from his chair and moved around to look at her from different angles. He couldn't believe it - she was really asleep! He was going to laugh, but then remember that she'd had a long day. He glanced over at the other bed, and then looked at the door. With a shrug, he walked over and locked it - his roommate could find somewhere else to sleep; it was his fault for being so late, anyway.

Before it got too late, Harley ran through the motions of getting ready for bed. He came out of the restroom, boxers on and towel hanging around his neck. Heidi was still in her regular clothing . . . He probably shouldn't modify that. Still . . . No. With a shake of his head, he made his way over to her sleeping figure and gently began to move her body around to get the covers over her after taking off her shoes, her beanie, her backpack, and her batman jacket. The sweater and the pants . . . He wouldn't touch those. He set everything neatly in the chair next to the bed, and then decided to slip on a shirt of his own; he probably shouldn't be shirtless in case she woke up before he did.

With a yawn, content at the day's events, Harley slipped into the other bed, thinking of his to-be meeting with Alli tomorrow. He would tell her about today. About Lorinda. About his worries. Finally, he drifted off into sleep.

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“Zeke…Zedler”

Altair said the name calmly as he stared at the black clad teen who merely stood there with a big smile upon his face.

He doesn’t deserve to smile like that

Altair refused to shake, to show that the teen’s presence alone would affect him in anyway

Revenge…

No matter how hard he tried his hands could not stop shaking. His fists were clenched tremendously tight and it took so much willpower alone to just stop him from rushing forward and ripping off the teen’s head.

Now is the chance to end it all

A step was taken and Zelder began to walk towards the silver haired teen.

If it wasn’t for him he would still be alive…

If it wasn’t for him he wouldn’t have changed…

If it wasn’t for him mama wouldn’t have…

He is the origin of it all, he needs to die, he needs to suffer, he…

no….not now…not yet

Zedler continued to walk forward to Altair and in response Altair walked forward as well. The walked on until they passed each other and stopped in the trek. The two teens mere stood in the middle of the street with their backs facing each other. There was a silence until at last Altair broke the silence “…why are you here in Brookridge”
A chuckle escaped Zeke’s lips as he shook his head and grinned “A little email popped up into my little inbox and told me of a wonderful and magical little story involving death in 100 days” Zeke said

Upon hearing this Altair’s eyes immediately widened “so you mean…” Altair said narrowing them
“Yes, I am one of her pawn, just like you…I’ve been following your little adventures in Coy Altair, I was just about to make my scene in Coy but it seems we got a mere change of scenery and I just had to follow along” Zeke said

“Where there is death you are sure to be there” Altair said coldly

“But of course Altair, you should know that first hand….after all I am pretty sure I’m not the only one who has been doing his research….so tell me what will you do? Strangle me? Choke me? There are plenty of options for you to take…” Zeke said raising his hands up.

“I am no fool, like I would kill you here in the public” Altair said coldly as he closed his eyes.

“Ah, I see then you are just like me, there is something holding you back here, something that you wish to accomplish before death, something that cannot be found in a jail cell...if this wasn't the case you would have already killed me, not matter what the consequences were” Zeke said as he glanced over his shoulder with a grin “you seek pleasure” Zeke said.

“Naïve, don’t compare yourself with me…you may be right, I do seek pleasure…but our concepts of claiming pleasure is totally different. You take pleasure by force, you take what you need and will not care for those who is left without it, but I am different, I merely observe the workings of fate…sadness, anger, happiness, love…my true pleasure is to find the meaning of these simple feelings… ” Altair said opening his eyes.

“Oh? Has that doused your thoughts of revenge then?” Zeke said

Just hearing that suddenly began to make the silver hair teen laugh hard “how wrong you are, it just means I can die without regrets” Altair said

“what?” Zeke said narrowing his eyes at the teen.

“Hearing that you got the email has been a great relief, the mere thought of dying and letting you walk among the living is dreadful….but to know you will die in the end is beyond a relief” Altair said

“Don’t screw with me! Like hell I will die here” Zeke said turning around to face the teen in rage.

“maybe not, but I will not let a mere deity kill you…no I will be the one to kill you and you will die by my hands...if anything I now have a timelimit and my desire to kill you has increase.” Altair said glancing over his shoulder as he stared at the teen.

Hearing the words of Altair, Zeke merely turned away and grinned “We’ll see who dies to whom” Zeke said as he began to walk away “Brookridge is the battlefield, let the bell ring and the battle start” Zeke said as he began to laugh as he walked away
With the departure of Zeke, Altair suddenly glanced down and looked down at the palm of his hands “blood?” Altair muttered as he realized how hard he must have been clenching his fists. Lowering his hands, Alatair stared up at the calm sky with a blank stare. “I have a mission….I need to fulfil” Altair said.

Day turned to night, but that day Altair and Zeke did not return home…