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By the time Aileen had woken up, Daniel was not in their room. She shrugged it off and got out of bed. Walking towards the bathroom, something on the table caught her eye. It was a flyer about some party that was going on today. Had Daniel left it here? There's nothing better to do, so I guess I should go... Anything was better than sitting around all day long.

She showered and got dressed to go out. Aileen looked over the flyer again. It didn't have any specific details about dress code. Assuming that there was nothing particularly special about the party, she dressed in what she would normally wear.

After lacing up her boots, she left her room, locking the door behind her and began looking for where the party was being held. Once there, she noticed that it was a bit crowded. Aileen looked around for any familiar faces. Daniel was probably here since she had brought in the flyer. She didn't really want to make any friends, but it would be nice to talk to some of her acquaintances. The girl hoped that she could find someone quick so that she wouldn't look lost and gain attention.

 

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Bronagh had sat for a while on the bench, then decided she would go back to her room to get an envelope and a stamp so she could send the letter to her friend. She got up and walked a few steps before she felt lightheaded.​

She grabbed her head and felt a headache start, then before she could make it anywhere she found herself running to a trash barrel she saw in the distance. When she got to it she leaned her head in and threw up.​

Ugh this is not okay...​

A couple of people were walking by and saw her there, ​

one walked up to her and spoke concerned, "Hey, are you alright?"​

Bronagh looked up to speak to them and said, "Yeah yeah! I'm fine. I think I jus- oh no."​

Bronagh threw up again into the trash again and the person tilted their head at her​

"Do you want me to help you get to your dorm?"​

Bronagh looked up and shook her head, "No but thank you."​

"Are you sure?"​

"Yes, I appreciate the offer though."​

Bronagh walked back to her room on her own, holding her stomach the whole way. When she got back in the room she ran to the bathroom and threw up again. She went into her bag and looked to see if she had any medicine, but couldn't find anything for... whatever she had.​

Bronagh sighed in defeat and grabbed a salad bowl from a cabinet and put it next to her bed. Her letter fell out of her pocket and onto the floor and she heard her phone ring it's home ringtone and she pulled it out of her pocket and went to answer it, but hung it up immediately after.​

The phone kept ringing and ringing as she tried to lie down. To the point where she shut it off and threw it across the room. Which to her dismay landed in the lap of the giraffe stuffed animal, "Son of a- forget it, I'll deal with you later."​

 

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Raising his eyebrow at the girl as she said their relationship was complicated, Casey merely shrugged and sighed "Alright then" Casey said deciding to save the question again for later. Hearing her talk about a party caused the teen to ponder once more "Party?..... oh you mean the party that was advertised outside!" Casey said happily as he jumped off the bed and up on his feet "Hey why don't we go together Heididy! it will be really fun!" Casey said. The girl was...suspicious, but he figured a party would be the the best way for him to get know her and learn how exactly how she knew Altair. Who knows maybe the girl would be his new friend!

 

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"I'm Anthony, Hero of the Estate," he replied. It was then when he realized that he hadn't heard the other boy's name either. Oh well, now was a good opening for it at least, it he wasn't too distracted killing turtles and freeing Yoshi that is.

While waiting for it Anthony looked around, realizing that Harley was also here. Giving the older male a smile he waved. "Hey, Hot Springs Hero." Nah. It still was a lame title. Why was thinking of these suddenly so hard? Damn, he would need to think of something else and soon.

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Lifting had made her forget her original reason for coming here; food. So while taking a small break she moved over to the table with the pizzas and began eating a few slices while taking the time to look around the room. No one of interest really stuck out, besides that psychic chick. Tarots and readings were cool and all, but to be honest someone being able to see into the future always creeped her out. Besides, what fun would that be anyway? Surprises were one of the few things good in life.

Though it felt like a shame they always had to dress up in a certain way. The sillier they looked the less people seemed to take them seriously, which seemed bad for business.

In the end it hardly mattered as Daniel had little intentions of bothering the other female, moving towards the groups playing games instead. Their attention seemed to be the most lacking after all, so a wallet or two could come her way from there. Bolting afterwards would be best though, as surely it was only a matter of time before others started realizing they were missing their cash.

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Marcus smiled and moved slightly with his controller. This guy was good. As good as him if not better. And to top it off a girl came to watch. He couldn't help but hear her and deduced that they must have met in. He wondered what hotsprings she talked about but he lost focus as he was the one who grabbed the flower that gave him fire power. For a few minutes he was unstoppable. He stomach rumbled but quietly as they advanced another round.

Her name was Allison but Marcus figured she wasn't talking to him. He figured he should play by turn of death and so when his character died finally, he swapped out with Anthony and told Anthony about the rule, so Allison could take Luigi's place if she wanted. He knew that without this rule people could be waiting hours before getting a turn. Standing up he gave small stretch and looked towards the Pizza Table. New faces! A few old too. Ah right, can't play games when you're on a mission. Marcus gave Allison and Anthony a smile and his name and told them to tell him if they needed anything.

He then excused himself and left to go mingle. His first approach was to quiet his hunger and wave to Marina. A pretty face would insure people stayed and he knew that a party could increase clientele base. It made him feel better that he could help. He then drifted about speaking with other Brookridge kids before getting to the PS3. He was raised on Sony so he watched the girl play a game he didn't love but he didn't like. He stood behind her for a full minute before settling into a chair. She was good. Like top five scoreboard good. Unless Marcus' small knowledge of the game would make any decent player a goddess of assassination. He would speak when she had to load. He figured this level of game play required silence like a quiet art.

 

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[/url]xxxxx"Hey why don't we go together Heididy! it will be really fun!" That is going to get annoying quickly. Her eyes lit up slightly at the idea.

xxxxx"O-okay. L-let me j-just get my stuff." Heidi pulled a red leather jacket out of a suitcase and pulled it on over her yellow dress. She then proceeded to slip her feet into white shoes from before. The girl had never been invited to a party before. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair once before checking the phone briefly. Harley had texted her again. Maybe she was getting the hang of this after all.

xxxxxFriends? Harley would help. He was still being really nice. She was still a little embarrassed about last night, but figured she would have to face him eventually. Oh look at you. Getting along with people. Having a good time. Their tone was cynical. Heidi winced subconsciously before sending Harley a quick reply and heading out the door with Casey. She slipped the phone into her pocket, and wandered aimlessly behind him. Heidi did her best to make small talk, but ultimately remained fairly quiet on their venture to the room in the Faculty of Student Life building.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx He would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised Anthony noticed him - he was playing a game after all, and it seemed like his passion, one that he would focus on completely. When he smiled at Harley, Harley couldn't help but smile back. The kid was definitely feeling better. But . . . "Hot Springs Hero"? He was almost disappointed that he didn't get a cooler title.

Then again, he was honored to get a title from Anthony, the Great Hero, at all. It made him happy.

Behind him, he heard footsteps over the noise of the rest of the party and he looked over his shoulder. A girl was there, dressed in an outfit definitely not suited for Winter. Was she cold at all? He scoped out her face; she was up to something and so he stood from his crouching position and looked at her, " Hey. " he said casually, his voice clear of suspicion, " Come to watch Anthony play? "

Waiting for an answer, Harley picked his phone out of his pocket and saw the reply from Heidi. He smiled; so she was coming, he was glad. He didn't reply to her message - although he probably should have - and slipped the phone back into his pocket, his attention returning to the girl.



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And so Casey began his trek towards the party, the only issue was that he forgot exactly where the party was. The flyer he kept for himself was given to Cherry and he really didn't think he would forget the room. Nonetheless Casey tried to recall where the room was and began to lead Heididy along with him. The trip was very quiet despite Casey's attempts to converse. He began to wonder if the girl was either shy or just didn't like him. If she didn't it wouldn't have been a surprise, though most people found him cute they tended to pick on him later on. He wasn't nessisarily good at making friends, heck he through a rock at his new roommate, for sure Cherry hated him now. With a shrug Casey crossed his arms and sighed "I'm sorry Heidi...but it seems I just cant remember where this party is" Casey said.

"Oh? your heading to that party? what a coincidence kiddies"

The sudden voice from behind them made the teen immediately jump in shock. Turning around Casey immediately faced the source of the voice. The person he saw was a blue haired teen, who looked very strange. He would have taken more time to observe the newcomer but he shock made that impossible "geeezzzz don't scare me like, well anyways yes we are looking for the party. You know where it is?" Casey asked

"my apologies, but to answer your question yes I do just follow me and we will be there in no time" the blue haired teen said as he closed his eyes and walked passed the two "oh where are my manners" he said looking over at his shoulder "The name is Darrius, Darrius Grey" he said with a wink at Heidi and led them to the party.

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Turning back to the game he realized it was now his turn to play so his focus shifted. Ah! He got a feather, one of the best power ups in the game. Least in his opinion. It was mostly due to it giving him the power to fly and who didn't like the ability of flight?

But multitasking here. What would be a better title? Conqueror of Evil? Ha, no that was worse. Wave Master kinda sounded cool...

"What about Spring Savior?" That wasn't meant to be out loud, but his thoughts were escaping him now.

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Oh, damn. It would appear that she's been spotted. Though the more challenging the situation the more fun, no? So she gave the one that had spoken to her a smile before looking down at the kid sitting on the floor who was mumbling something along the lines of 'I think it's a cool title.'

And yes, it was rather cold but this is when indoor heating gets a lot of praise.
"That's him, I take it?" she asked while gesturing towards the boy before placing her gaze on the standing one. "Actually not a huge gamer but new to the school and this would be the first party here. Been hoping to meet more people here as well." That line was sold with a confident smile as she brushed her hair behind her ear. Would a fake name do better here? Hm...they went to the same school so it wouldn't last long now, would it?

"Name's Daniel."

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[/url]xxxxxCasey seemed to be leading them in circles, but at least he called her by her proper name now. She had spent a good while debating whether or not she should call Harley for directions, but she didn't want to bother him. He hadn't responded, after all. So, he was probably busy. It was a party. He must have had lots of interesting people to talk to, being so cool. Maybe he's trying to steer you in the wrong direction on purpose. Why would he do that? You're too trusting deary. We should be the only ones you trust. I'll never trust you. She shook her head, bangs falling in her eyes.

xxxxx"I'm sorry Heidi...but it seems I just cant remember where this party is" Casey apologized.

xxxxx"Oh? your heading to that party? what a coincidence kiddies." The new voice startled her. Her hand flew up to her chest, covering her heart. She had jumped slightly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Heidi turned in the direction of said voice, slowly.

xxxxx"geeezzzz don't scare me like, well anyways yes we are looking for the party. You know where it is?" Casey asked. Apparently she wasn't the only one startled by it. That was good. It was embarrassing enough the way it was.

xxxxxThe guy made her feel uneasy. She couldn't decide whether or not it was the peculiar hair--not that Casey's wasn't peculiar either-- or the high-class, laid back attire, but it put her on edge.

xxxxx"my apologies, but to answer your question, yes I do, just follow me and we will be there in no time" the blue haired teen said as he closed his eyes and walked passed the two "oh where are my manners" he said looking over at his shoulder "The name is Darrius, Darrius Grey" he said with a wink at Heidi and led them to the party.

xxxxxShe squirmed under Darrius's gaze. The wink made her further suspicious of him and an all too familiar feeling began to set in. This was a bad idea. She shouldn't have mentioned the party. It would be safest locked away in Altair's room. No one would bother her and she wouldn't be feeling anxious, aside from not knowing what happened to him. Where did he go? Heidi remained quiet, not sharing the details of her name with him. I don't like him deary. Let us do away with him. Y-you can't! There's no reason. Oh he'll give us a reason soon enough.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx The rest of the people in the large room seemed not to be in her world anymore, as she was too absorbed in being a fantastic Assassin. Brotherhood had since lost her interest and she had taken up playing Assassin's Creed III. There had been a file logged on this PlayStation that had the game completed, and so Kallisti went back to do the final, official assassination mission - that of Charles Lee. She never really was fond of him, and thought he was quite ugly and needed to wash his hair. MY, MY, WE ARE QUITE JUDGMENTAL TODAY, AREN'T WE? . . . AHA, YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT. . . .

ANYWAY, YOU SHOULD PAY MORE ATTENTION, THERE'S SOMEONE WATCHING.

Kallisti stopped playing as soon as Kal said something, and averted her eyes away from the screen. Behind her was a boy she didn't recognize; he must be a student from Brookridge. Had he been waiting to play? It didn't seem as if anyone wanted the PlayStation at first, though she figured that she had been playing it long enough . . . " Ah, hello. " she said, her voice barely audible over the noise of the party, " Were you interested in playing? " she then asked him, her free hand coming to her black scarf without her knowledge.

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xxxxxxxxxx " What about Springs Savior? " he had heard Anthony mention, though he doubted he was paying attention to Harley at all; merely thinking aloud. He liked that. Springs Savior. He wasn't sure how to interpret it, but then he remembered that he had saved Anthony from being drowned in the men's baths at Trembling Mountain.

" That's him, I take it? " said the girl in front of him, and Harley replied with a nod, waiting for her to speak more, " Actually not a huge gamer but new to the school and this would be the first party here. Been hoping to meet more people here as well. " Quickly, he began to analyze her words, her body movement and the size of her pupils. The gesture she had done, the one where she moved a bit of her hair behind her ear, didn't convince him; usually, that sort of hand movement meant flirtatious, that the other was interested, but her pupils weren't dilated much at all. Generally, the became, if only, slightly, barely larger.

" Name's Daniel. "

What an interesting name, for a girl. It looked right on her, especially with her punk-ish outfit. " Harley. " he replied with a smile fabricated well enough to pass the eyes of a hawk, holding out his hand for her to shake, " Nice to meet you. " She didn't seem like the type to be messed with, rather the type to mess with, so this first meeting between he and she was important, Harley thought. She didn't know a thing about him, but he picked up on some cues for her, just with the first words. " Seems lots of people are here to meet others, since Bellhurst students had to transfer. Didn't expect that a prissy place like Brookridge would take in a bunch of 'ruffians' like us. " That last bit was slightly ironic to him, since he had the breeding of the goddamn Royal Family.

 

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Cherno cast a grey stare at the girl in front of him. It was true. He had generally forgotten her name, but her face had changed just as much. Not simply from the fact that his sudden perception of colour turned much more grey, and her skin was cast in a monochromatic sheen, but from the stains of tears on her cheeks -- the delicate cresses of melancholy that lined her soft yet pained face. A mask of sorrow and despair, with her eyes, sunken very slightly like the eyes of wise men who had seen and experienced too much of the world. She was a young girl who had gone through very much.

And she stepped away, unable to respond. That definitely settled it. Cherno looked to the flowers and noticed the note on the door she seemed to have been indicating. A note on John's door? What-- what was going on?

He looked back at the girl. She seemed trapped by her grief -- a thick, metal case that she had been frozen in vectors of time with. Cherno's mouth opened slightly, in an effort to help; to understand; but what good was understanding a world that he slowly felt to alien to him? These colours were not his. These memories were not his. It was all so tedious -- so tedious and gruelling.

Cherno sighed and gazed at the letter. It was set in grey tones.

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Did he--
Did he read that right?

John.
John, this was his room.

Cherno looked back at the greyed flowers.

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There were flowers here, right?
A bouquet.
And a notice by the police department.
The deceased occupant.
It was all too clear what happened here.
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His eyes tightened.
His fingers stiffened. Oh. What was this feeling. This feeling in the depths of his heart? It seemed to surpass his mere lack of memory. But the cage around him seem to grow larger and more isolating. The spikes of the cold metal slowly and surely punctured his heart as he continued to read the letter on the door over and over again.

And over and over

And over and over

And over and over and over and over and over. And the pain was too much. The air grasped his lungs in a choke. He fell to the floor, his legs shaking, right in front of the door. Why? Why did he-- why was he having to feel like this? Why did he have to feel anything? Fucking hell. Fucking emotions. Demons clawed at his heart. And yet, he felt hollow. He was a shell. He was not Cherno Plume. Why was he feeling so ... not sad. He was not sad. He was empty. As if he had not lost a friend, but a very fragment of his soul. Torn off without a single regret, like a gentle leaf from a tree.

He didn't want to believe it.
He couldn't believe it.

"John!"
"Dammit! John! Stop this! Stop this stop this stop this!"
He was a little kid. His teeth were grit. Why? John, why did you have to do this? Why did you have to die?
Why did this have to happen now? When Cherno was barely trying to get to know you?
"John!"
"John! I--" Cherno's voice cracked, and as he slumped on the floor in front of the door, a choke to his lungs and his heart sent his mouth open and a tear slowly wandering down his cheek.
"John! Fucking hell! Open the door! Please! Please, I'm begging you!"
"J-- John!"
"This isn't the time for jokes! John! John!" He banged the door. He knocked on it. His balled his fists in anger. Was this true? It couldn't be true, could it? It-- it couldn't--

Cherno's wavering voice began to echo through the hallway, completely empty save for the girl standing behind him.
He sent his bandaged fist flying towards the wooden door and gave it a hard punch.
"John!"
Pain shot through his entire left arm.
"You weren't supposed to leave me, like this, John!"
But it was nothing compared to the abyss of welling sorrow that was slowly attacking him from the inside.
"We were supposed to get through this together! All of it! Together!"
"And-- and you just-- just leave me here! Fucking John!"
He punched.
And punched.
And punched.
A redness started to well up by his knuckles. The pain was unbearable. But Cherno? Cherno thought it was from his heart, not his hands. The sorrows wracked his body with uncontrollable shivering. His mind was going in loops. He could not understand anything about this world. Why was he here? Why did he continue to live in a world that hated him turn by turn?
"Why. Why. Why. Why. Why did you do this! You reckless bastard! You fucking--"
He punched.
"--reckless--"
And punched.
"--asshat!"

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Bang.

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"You idiot."
"Why did you have to protect me like that? Just because I'm new to Coy City?"
"I can manage my own fights, brother! I'm from Brookridge. We live off the streets, you dig."
"Pssh. I can take-- take these things--"
"Damn. Your hand looks mighty busted. Ugh."
"... Look, let me get some medicine. Stay put."
"Just. Stay put, 'kay?"
"... and thanks, brother."

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"You're going to attend church again, after all these years?"
"That's a fucking stupid idea. You and I both are acutely gosh-damned aware that you can't tell a communion from a community."
"Huh?"
"Ahahahaha, jesus, brother, this isn't no time for jokes!"
"You'd probably be better as a comedian than a confession father. Why'd you wanna start up that funkshow anyhow?"

"Sins! Atone for sins in your past!"
"Ahahahahahahaha!"
"You've gotta be pulling my upside flip limb, there, brother. You? Atone for your past?"
"Ridiculous. It's a waste of your time."
"D--don't give me that look, dammit!"

"O--okay. Fine."
"I believe you. But don't come whining to me when the life's too much for you. I still see your shorty little smoke packin'."
"But you know what."
"I-- I believe you can do it."
"I ... guess."
"You're a smart one, anyway. And we're too much alike."
"We both want to help people. But the difference is that, you're too selfish! Ah!"
"... And I--I'll stick my tongue out at you when I want to! Damn, brother!"

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"Yo."
"You're-- you're looking a bit cold there."
"I've never been to Coy City before. I'm a new lad."
"But you don't even have an umbrella in this rain? Sheesh, a guy would expect the locals to know their own weather."
"Take mine. I've had to wander the streets for a bit, and this was a gift from the daughter of the police chief that was on my trail."
"You need it more than I do, though."

"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, no. I'm going to be enrolling in Bellhurst High soon."
"You too, huh? ..."
"My home?"

"Oh."
"Well, I guess I don't have one."
"I haven't for a while. I've been a bit of a street rat. I used to live with the girl who gave me the umbrella for a bit, but she took little notice of me because of her own problems."
"I used to have a place I could call home."
"But it's gone now."

"... Your place?"
"Well, I guess."
"Empty houses nearby? Apparently someone's still sending me money. If I could get into legal ownership on their notice--"

"Oh, my name?"
"Tell me yours, first."

"John Quincy, huh ..."
"That's a fly name you've got there, brother."
"And stop trying to hand me back the umbrella, you asshat. It's yours now."
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Cherno slid his hand slowly down the door. It had a few cracks and dents in the polished wood, now stained with patches of his blood. As he slid his hand down the door, one of his fingers traced a small line of the blood from his fist down the wood. Cherno-- Cherno was-- well, he wasn't anything. He wasn't sure what he was. And he felt like yelling. He felt like yelling, so that his voice could reach his lamentations for his ... friend, for a million miles away. But he tried. He honestly did. Yet the amount of appalling sorrow, the amount of despair, that welled up in his heart, emitted itself not with a bang, but a meek, insignificant whimper, almost silent, almost non-existent, as if the transience of life passed through his shaken bones with winds of mocking dismay.

Cherno stood up.

The-- the girl.
She had to see all of this ridiculousness on his behalf. Fucking emotions. None of them were good. He didn't want to feel anything anymore. He couldn't handle it in this state.

But the girl.
John's friend. One of John's only other friends.
And he could say he was her only friend.

Cherno picked up the bouquet of flowers, cast in a grey monochrome tone -- some were darker, some were lighter, and they were filled with all sorts of different potential species. It was a true shame he was unable to appreciate this serene beauty.

The girl deserved to live life.
He did not want she, too, to end up like her former friend, especially at regards to this terrible, terrible world of the e-mail.
He picked the purest, blankest flower -- a white rose, pristine, unbiased, and serene, and walked over to the girl. With a gentle gesture, hiding his tearful face, he handed it to the young girl, Hyperborea.

And without another word, he walked off, back to his dorm.
There would be no party today.

Cherno found it incredibly fitting that his world had suddenly turned grey.

 

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How nice of him to wait and allow her to speak more. Normally she would be cut off which was such a pain and would often flare up her temper. However something told her it wasn't done out of the kindness of his heart, if only not entirely. Oh but that would be expected of a first encounter as each was learning of the other. Normally, though, the other side were too stupid to know much and fell for the pretty face. That did not seem to be the case here.

"Nice to meet you too," she shook his hand before withdrawing her own, placing it on her bag as the conversation continued.

"Oh," she sighed, "yeah but sooner or later it's going to cause problems. The classes hardly mix without some clashes after all, each with something to prove."

Blah.

Boring talk.

She wasn't about to show her disinterest though as that would surely kill this meet. But really, the guy seemed smart. Smart enough to put up his guard at least, so talking like she normally did would probably get her looked down upon and having that would be unacceptable.

"But you're a Bell," term used with a joking tone, "so we're in the same boat I'm guessing."

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"Anthony huh? A hero eh? Heh sounds pretty cool," she replied with a smile. Allison then noticed that Anthony and Harley seemed to know each other. Oh interesting. And he's already got a title, sort of...hero of the hot springs? I should ask him about that some time. She thought as Harley began interacting with another spectator girl that was behind them. Turning around, Allison glanced at her before realizing she was thirsty and excused herself to get her favorite drink, Mountain Lightning. The girl she saw seemed sort of dangerous and rebellious? I'm sure she's a nice person. Though Allison clutched the top of her bag tighter. She always held the top whenever she had it on her, which was almost all the time. It did carry all of her stuff just about. She might've been a bit paranoid of thieves.

When she got to the table with the drinks she grabbed a can and after indulging in the delicious sweet nectar of the gods for a few seconds, Allison took a look around the party. She saw the group that she had just left at the Super Nintendo, and a familiar person at the PS3. Assassin's Creed eh? As much as she wanted to, Allison had only ever played the first game. She also noticed that their wonderful host Marcus was also over there with Quintus. I should really talk with her at some point. She didn't look so good last time I saw her. Her eyes then suddenly caught something. Another fellow Asian. And she looked awfully lost and lonely. And you know what they say, Asians tend to group together with fellow Asians. Come on, she looks like she could use someone. Go on. Thus, Allison took her can and went up to the girl. "Hi there. Having a good time? Did you have any pizza yet? They've got Hawaiian pizza you know as well as sausage. Good stuff. Also I think there was also a combination pizza too. Lots more vegetables on that one. There's also some soda you know. Hahahaha..." she rambled somewhat nervously. A long time ago, Allison used to be able to tell different Asians apart. Not anymore, so eventually the question will have to be asked.

 

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Ben saw Marina glance up from her cards, a smile forming as she noticed him. "Benjamin sweetie. What a pleasure." She indicated the seat next to her her with her hand. "How can I help you?" She laid the cards on the table, frowning as she examined them. Before he could respond, she glanced back up at him, her face returning to her previous expression. "Would you like some sort of service, or just to talk?"​

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Ben could feel his face grow hot. Of course, she didn't mean that kind of service, but the thought of it was all it took to quicken his heartbeat. "Er..." He took a seat next to her, and began to silently slow his breathing. All he needed was to take his mind off of it. "Just talk, if that would be alright with you." The breathing seemed to work; he could feel his heart returned to his normal pace. Giving Marina a smile, he added, "Besides, if someone comes to you, they'll be in more needed of a reading than me."​

 

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{Predictions: --- ○ Mood: Elated ○ Client: Benjamin}​

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[/url]"I know the now.

I study the past.​

To Predict the Future."​

xxxxxMarina chuckled lightly at Ben's unease. It was too easy to mess with him and those of a like-mindedness. Her hand covered her mouth as she stifled the laugh. "My apologies. There is nothing amusing about your discomfort." She smirked. Of course there was, but it would be rude to point it out.​

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xxxxx "Just talk, if that would be alright with you."

xxxxx"That is most certainly fine by me." She smiled at him reassuringly.

xxxxxGiving Marina a smile, he added, "Besides, if someone comes to you, they'll be in more need of a reading than me."

xxxxx"How considerate of other people's feelings you are." She returned the smile with one of a playful nature, popping her multi-toned lips and flipping the locks of wig over her shoulder. This one was fun-- the black, blonde, and pink-, perfect for a party. Her gaze moved back to the deck of cards and she returned to shuffling them. Idle hands. She needed to be doing something while listening, and continuously shuffling the cards was better than nothing. "So then, Benjamin, what is on your mind? Is there a certain something in particular you wish to speak with me about?"

 

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The rest of Dylan's journey back was uneventful. The sound of sirens echoed in the distance which alerted him that the couple were probably safe now. Dylan kept his head low as a small smirk appeared on his lips for the briefest second and then vanished, unseen by anyone. While he attended Brookridge, he didn't actually live on campus. He felt the campus would be too restricting and inconvenient, and so he had his own place nearby. Dylan earned enough from his job that he was more than capable of having his own place. He liked having such independence. He was a survivor, and it felt like he was surviving like this, not living off someone else's charity. Through his front door now, he unbuttoned his waist coat followed by his shirt and flung it over a chair somewhere not caring if it was creased. He had several outfits that consisted of similar, so he was perfectly fine with it.
Shirtless, he headed to the kitchen and pulled a carton of milk from his fridge, putting it to his lips and lifting the carton up, he drained what remained.
He rested an arm on the fridge for a second, enjoying the feeling of the chill washing over his body, and then he closed it. He hadn't turned any lights on, so the house was pretty dark other than the light of a streetlamp from outside the window. He looked down at his hands at his knuckles. They were fine despite his fight. That was good.
Heading to a dresser, he pulled off his accessories. Rings, necklace, anything else, and then he stripped down to his boxers and headed to his bed. He could tell... because as a fighter, his senses were keen - there was no other presence in the house tonight. No sign of Marina at all. The girl had taken an interest in him a few years back, and through some method after he had bedded her one night, she'd been able to get a copy of his key cut. It's not like he particularly cared. He didn't have that much of value in the house anyway.
It was quite common though that he'd come home and find the girl in his bed, nude under the covers, and greeting him with that whimsical smile of hers. It was hard to put a finger on what type of relationship they had. Were they friends? ...He guessed maybe. Lovers? No, and that suited them both fine despite the amount that they would sleep together.
Dylan climbed into bed without a fuss or a worry. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered how long life would continue like this. In the back of his mind, he wondered whether he'd wake up tomorrow to find that Marina was cuddled next to him. Regardless of which... he closed his eyes and soon sleep was upon him.

 

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"So then, Benjamin, what is on your mind?" Marina had started to shuffle her cards before she asked the question. Ben turned his head to face her.​

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"It's about that email," he told her. "You said that you had sensed it was probably true." Ben swallowed, his throat tensing as he remembered the list of names. "I recognized some of the names. Not only us, but Olivia and Elliot, as well. I assume that Elliot had visited you yesterday for that reason?" His thoughts turned to the names of Bellhurst students. "I tried seeking out one of the new students, Cherno Plume. Just from scanning his Tumblr page, it seemed like he was involve in some sort of investigation about it back in Coy City. But I had no luck in contacting him."​

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He paused. "And then there was another name, John Quincy. It's strange. Just a few days ago, his name appeared in my head, along with a sudden pain. I wonder if it's connected somehow." He scratched the back of his neck and continued. "I rarely get headaches, and when I do, a bit of tea can solve it easily. I wonder, is the email connected to something supernatural?"​

 

The walk to Ishmael Coffee didn't take as long as he would think. Mainly because he used his phone as a map to avoid getting lost. Once he'd gotten there, he made his way inside and went to a nearby table. It didn't take too long for a waitress to notice and approach him. He simply told her that he wanted a cup of coffee. The waitress nodded and went back to get his order. Alex to this time to look around. This being his first time going to a place like this, he wanted to make to note anything incase he came back. He took note of everything he saw as the waitress returned with his cup. He simply eyed before picking it up. He could feel the heat of the cup throughout his hand as he took his first sip. Ouch! The moment his tongue had touched the liquid, he was slightly burned. Amazingly he didn't spill a single drop when he quickly brought un down to the table. I will finish this drink. Those were his words of motivation to himself as he went back to staring down the coffee.

 

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{Predictions: --- ○ Mood: Elated ○ Client: Benjamin}​

{Day: 19 3/3 ○ Tumblr ○ Wearing ○ Wig}​

[/url]"I know the now.

I study the past.​

To Predict the Future."​

xxxxx"I recognized some of the names. Not only us, but Olivia and Elliot, as well. I assume that Elliot had visited you yesterday for that reason?" She nodded in acknowledgment.

xxxxx"Hmm. Yes. It is. He sought out the very same thing as you." Benjamin was a wise one.

xxxxx"I tried seeking out one of the new students, Cherno Plume. Just from scanning his Tumblr page, it seemed like he was involve in some sort of investigation about it back in Coy City. But I had no luck in contacting him." He paused.

xxxxxThe new students. They seemed as if they would be the key to this. Not much had happened in Brookridge since the arrival of that email, but anyone that watched the news could tell you things were off in Coy City. The town experienced a variety of phenomena. The weather continuously acted in a manner not meant to ever occur. The flood they had received roughly a week ago could almost parallel the one of biblical times in certain areas of the city. Floods weren't meant for this time of year. It had barely even snowed. Even they in Brookridge felt that strange rise in temperature, the rain and snow occurring with the sun out, and the earthquake a few days back. None of it added up. Granted, Brookridge received minimal damage, but the quake still hit them.

xxxxx "And then there was another name, John Quincy. It's strange. Just a few days ago, his name appeared in my head, along with a sudden pain. I wonder if it's connected somehow." He scratched the back of his neck and continued. "I rarely get headaches, and when I do, a bit of tea can solve it easily. I wonder, is the email connected to something supernatural?"

xxxxxJohn Quincy. John...Quincy... That name sounded familiar. The sensation he was describing, she had felt it too, but refrained from acting upon it. John... "Oh. He was the one who's body we found yesterday." She said a little louder than intended. Eyes. There were eyes on her now. "Elliot, he came to see me yesterday and I sensed something. It brought us to the Astronomy Tower, where we found Olivia passed out next to a dead body. The body of that Quincy fellow."

xxxxxMarina stared down at her cards, still being shuffled in her hands. "You should take that email very seriously Benjamin sweetie." Her voiced lowered, becoming more ominous. "Let me see your hand." She raised her gaze from cards, resting them in her lap, and reached out to take his hand.