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Upon hearing her name, Cristina looked up from her sketchbook and over at her roommate. She placed her sketchbook and pencil in her lap as she reached over to grab her keyboard. "I am well. And you?" Cristina smiled as the mechanical voice recited.

Quin moved and sat up in a way that her legs were now off of the bed. But there was definitely something strange about them. Scars? It looked as if both her legs had been tied up with rope. Cristina caught herself unconsciously frowning while observing her scars. What happened? She didn't know whether she should ask or not. Asking her about a private matter could be considered rude. But as a roommate I'm supposed to care...right?

With a worried expression, Cristina used her right hand to point to her roommate's legs. This way if Quin wanted to tell her about it she could, or she could just leave it.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx What Kal has said before immediately came back to Kallisti. " YOU'RE SHOWING YOUR SHAME, KALLISTI. " At first, she couldn't possibly think of what he meant, but when she watched Cristina's head and eyes turn down to look at her legs, she followed the line of sight as well.

. . . Cristina pointed at her legs.

In an immediate action, she flung the blanket over her legs and drew most of her body into herself, under the blanket as well. Her face was burning and her eyes stung with impulsive tears. How could she have been so careless? " YOU'RE SHOWING YOUR SHAME, KALLISTI. " Are you not supposed to help me keep my secrets, Kal? Why did you not tell me she could see them?! I THOUGHT THAT YOU KNEW SHE COULD SEE THEM. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE CARELESS! You are being hypocritical! I thought you were supposed to protect me! WELL, WE'VE ALL GOTTA LEAVE THE NEST SOME TIME. I JUST WANT YOU TO BE AWARE, LOVE. IT'S NOT LIKE I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU - I JUST WANT YOU TO HELP YOURSELF. That is all I have ever done, Kal, I have only ever helped myself - no one else has!

She was dangerously close to crying, still in shock that her new roommate, this girl that she had just met days ago, already saw . . . saw her shame. Cristina hadn't been able to see her face, so her abrupt crying finished just moments before Kallisti calmed herself and looked up, her face apologetic and cast with barely-visible shame. " Excuse me . . . " she confessed, willing her voice to be steady. Her mind traveled to how she spoke around Miss Olivia; very calm and serene, as if she had not a care in the world. The more that drew into her mind, the warmer her voice and tone became, " It was an accident that happened from when I was very young. Severe rope burn, and as you can see, it has never quiet healed. "

It wasn't necessarily a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. Cristina was a nice girl, but Kallisti didn't know if she could trust her fully to not judge her negatively or to pity her completely. As her roommate, Cristina might have thought she had some sort of . . . obligation to worry over her own sake, but Kallisti did not want that, to make her worry, or anyone else worry for that matter.

" It was a very long time ago. " she restated, a bit of admonishment in her voice. Perhaps one day, she would tell Cristina about the rope scars, about her marksmanship, her grandmother, her cousin, and her sins.

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xxxxxxxxxx The bed vibrated and Harley sighed, lifting his phone from his side. It wasn't a bright Winter's day outside, so that damp and dreariness probably just added to his poor mood.

Well, i didn't say bye to you either.​

Felt tired too.​

Should we meet again today?​

Sounded a little bitter, that text. Did he want to see Alli today? Today was a bad day. Bad days affected his behavior and brought out the . . . less pleasant side of him. Nah, he didn't want to subject her to that. Maybe she wanted company, though. Alli was lonely, he could always tell by that melancholic look on her face whenever she saw people chatting with each other or him talking to someone else while she stood close to him. She was lonely. She needed someone to talk to. Harley was someone, but he wasn't a good someone. Not a good anyone. All he'd probably do was take advantage of her in that weak state she would be in.

I don't know if that's a good idea.​

I'm pretty sick. Might be contagious.​

Maybe it's the 'coccus imaassus'​

We can still text, though.​

Sorry, Alli.​

- Harley​

He'll admit, that was a pretty bad joke, but he was tired. The phone dropped to his side and he turned over on his bed. The only light in his room was that which came through the window. With the sky being so gray and dark, it was basically nighttime. His phone vibrated again, and he groaned. Who could be bo - oh. It was Heidi. His face brightened a little.

not today.​

altair missing.​

have to find.​

next time?​

-heidi.​

His face fell slightly, but then he registered that she said Altair was missing. Where did he go? Not kidnapped, he highly doubted - the guy looked like he could take care of himself. Ran off? Did he know that Heidi would be worried over him? Slightly careless. He sighed and dropped the phone next to him, again. He thought Heidi might be the one person to cheer him up.

. . . Okay, he'll admit, he had been acting pretty pathetic as of late, all of these emotions. What he probably needed was either a really nice hug or a dose of manipulative-grandmother. He was hoping for the former, but . . . Man, Lorinda always found out all of these damn things. She just seemed to . . . to know, somehow. If she found out he was down about something, down about someone, she'd know, she'd fix it for him in the worst way possible.

She had a history of making her grandchildren do things they didn't want to do.

 

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The Darjeeling was delicious on this fine evening.

Olivia had not strayed from her room for the past few hours. She dared not make herself active on the internet, or contact the others, or do any of these sorts of things. Anything that would clue her off to the authorities was an extreme falsetto. Ah. But it was time. The hour struck a warm note. How long had it been? How long had it been since the philistine had walked the chambers of her room? She wondered if her roommate would ever appear. It was nice, having a room to one's self, as she had for much of her time here.

But enough would be enough. After their little meeting, she would come out of her hiding. Olivia gently sipped her tea as she waited the arrival of Elliot on their little appointment.

 

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Ben took a sip of tea from the hot cup. He sat in the campus's Ishmael Coffee, a thick, hardcover in his left hand, the cup in his right. Though he had returned to his normal schedule after the party the night before, he couldn't get what Marina had said off his mind. A shortening life line, the same thing happening to each of the recipients. There was no way it could be a coincidence, nor was it something natural. Whatever was happening, there must be some supernatural force involved.​

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Ben had never been much of a believer in such things. Ghosts, vampires, whatever; they weren't real. But he trusted Marina's judgment, and the fact that lines on their palms were changing was proof enough for him to accept it. Then there was John Quincy's death, his corpse found in the astronomy tower. How many of the other names were dead as well? Ben shuddered at the thought.​

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What had Olivia been doing there? Marina had said she was unconscious. It was unlikely that she had been the one who had committed the murder. Still, there must have been some connection. He had given up trying to contact Cherno Plume for the moment, so the other Brookbridge students were his only chance to investigate. Who knew? Perhaps Olivia knew some of the Bellhurst students on the list herself.​

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Ben exited the Ishmael Coffee, heading northeast toward the girl's dormitory. "But... what's her room number, again?" Perhaps he shouldn't have declined her previous offer.​

 

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It wasn't any of my business. I knew that I should have just left it. I should have just pretended that I didn't see anything and ignored it. Quin had thrown herself under her blanket and Cristina felt terrible about it. They had just met. She didn't know what made her think that she would be able to learn everything about Quin in less than a week. Quin hadn't asked about why she was mute so why did she ask? She wanted to apologize, but using her device would just make the apology sound ridiculous. This is one of the times where she really wished she had her voice. The girl opened her mouth to at least try to get a sound out. Nothing but air. All she could do was sit there. She felt useless. Why?

Quin emerged from hiding and explained, "Excuse me . . .It was an accident that happened from when I was very young. Severe rope burn, and as you can see, it has never quiet healed." So it seems that she has had her own share of accidents as well... With each word, it seemed as if she was regaining her composure. For this, Cristina was glad. If she hadn't, there would not have been any way she could console her. All she could do was sit there and watch. Without a voice she was of no help. Quin spoke again, "It was a very long time ago."

Cristina nodded. There were just some things that people wanted to forget, and perhaps for Quin this was one of them. She decided not to pry any further into the matter until Quin wanted to talk about it. She tried to think of something else to talk about. It was silent in their room for a moment until the clicking of Cristina's keyboard started as she typed, "Do you have any plans for today?" She had a small, reassuring smile on her face. She was just trying her best to change the subject.

 

While sitting and daydreaming on a bench in the garden, Allison was yanked back to earth by the tone of her phone signalling a text message being received. She quickly opened it up and read Harley's message.

I don't know if that's a good idea.
I'm pretty sick. Might be contagious.
Maybe it's the 'coccus imaassus'
We can still text, though.
Sorry, Alli.
- Harley
Pretty sick. Allison wasn't really buying it. He got sick within the span of a single night? Did he finally contract an STD? Oh god that guy. Nah he'd be sensible to wear protection. He's not that stupid. Still, she was saddened that they couldn't talk more face to face. Or rather, he didn't want to see her. And what the hell is imassus? Still, he seemed pretty serious about not seeing her today. He didn't even joke about being falsely older than her. Though she was a bit happy that he allowed texting. Getting up from the bench, she decided to hang out some place warmer, but wasn't sure where. While standing, she texted Harley back trying to decide where to go and whether she should visit him anyway.
What the fudge is coccus imaassus? And would you be mad if I visited you anyway? You can't be that sick so fast.
There. She had actually asked him. The die has been cast. Welp might as well wait and see what he says first before leaving. She thought sitting back down on the bench.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Cristina had prodded no more. What had it been that sealed of the questions, Kallisti wondered? Was it her reaction, or Cristina restraining herself due to something else? Well . . . It didn't matter very much, she was merely glad that no questions were asked. Speculation would be had, there was no stopping that, but really, the scars could have come from anywhere. She took it, from Cristina asking about them, that she wasn't sexually active at all - which, don't get her wrong, was lovely, and she was glad for that because . . . Well. Suffice to say, she was glad.

She sighed.

" Do you have any plans today? " Cristina asked her, dragging her out of her abysmal mind. She didn't know . . . Did she have any plans today? With the manner in which the morning had launched, sulking seemed to be a prime order, but she detested the thought of wasting a day, wallowing in her own self-pity.

" No, none that I have determined. " she replied calmly, a stark contrast to hear earlier behavior. Perhaps she would apologize to the other girl before they went to bed tonight . . . " Is there something in mind you want to do? "

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xxxxxxxxxx Harley sighed as his squished-to-the-bed face looked at the small, bright screen.

What the fudge is coccus imaassus? ​

And would you be mad if I visited you anyway? ​

You can't be that sick so fast. ​

. . . Looks like she hadn't gotten the joke. With exasperation, he set the phone down at his side again and wrenched his neck to look in the other direction.

To be honest, he was troubled by the thought of her coming to see him. Especially when he was like this. Let's be honest, his lack of decent clothing is a would-be contributor to anything bad that might happen. The 'coccus imaassus' was a joke, sure, but he was still sick. It wasn't really a physical thing, but his whole body felt heavy and tired. He wanted to be his usual, cheerful self, but . . . Eh. Being happy was overrated.

At least, that's what he told himself.

It was a joke, Alli.​

I guess not, but visitor's discretion is advised.​

I just don't feel okay.​

 

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"No, none that I have determined. Is there something in mind you want to do?" Quin replied. She seemed back to normal at this point which gave Cristina some room to relax a bit more. Maybe she would spend the rest of the day with Quin today. Where could they go?

"To be honest, I didn't really have anything in mind...but now that I think about it, would you like to come with me to the coffee shop on the edge of campus?" She tilted her head and smiled. What if she doesn't want to go? While waiting for her roommate's response she added, "It's okay if you don't want to go. I could always go alone, or we could go somewhere else." Cristina did not want to make it seem as if she was forcing Quin to join her, but she would definitely appreciate the company.

 

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[/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ Shame.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was given to me, as a present, you see.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was wrapped up in a moth-eaten bow and shredded, dull paper. ❞

P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .​

O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R .​

xxxxxxxxxx She was glad when Cristina had relaxed, that meant that they could both move away from the situation that she had make awkward and awful to sit through.

" To be honest, I didn't really have anything in mind . . . but now that I think about it, would you like to come with me to the coffee shop on the edge of the campus? " her roommate asked with a smile. Coffee . . . Mmm, that did sound nice, and the idea was absolutely more productive than just . . . brooding here in this room all day. Indeed, she could go for something warm after walking in the cold.

" It's okay if you don't want to go. " Cristina then told her, and Kallisti frowned, " I could always go alone, or we could go somewhere else. "

She put her hands up and shook her head, " It is fine, really. Going to the coffee shop sounds like a wonderful idea and it would be my pleasure to join you. " And to show she was being honest, she smiled, " I shall go get dressed now. " Her mind tried not to focus on the marks on her legs and she quickly walked to the closet to retrieve some clothing and changed in the restroom. When she came out, she grabbed some other things and slipped them into her pocket, such as her phone and her little wallet that kept her card and money.

She looked at Cristina when she was all ready, " Whenever you are ready to go, I will be waiting. " she told her with a smile.

It was a little warm inside her coat, but the weather outside was cool, under sixty degrees, and she didn't want to be caught without a coat at that time. A coffee with her new roommate . . . It did sound like a lovely idea.

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Time moved on and Darrius soon arose from his slumber with a bright yawn. Rising up from his bed the blue haired teen jumped out with a smile. His roomate had seemed to have left the room already so in general he had the room to himself. Was it time for one of Darrius' sexy parties? nahhhhhh sorry ladies but it will have to wait for a next time.

Hopping into the shower Darrius had a much more sexier than Altair shower time and got out refreshed and energized with a bright smile. Getting dressed Darrius walked out his dorm room and smiled "eat your hearts out ladies, Darrius is on the scene" Darius said with a wink. The scene was so dazzling that anybody around would have been dazzled by the glorious aura that Darrius emitted...in fact Darrius swore he heard a girl faint from his mere presence alone. Darrius couldn't investigate each and everytime he heard the sound of all the girl fainting because the number of times he heard itwas just too numerous for the teen to handle. It was a curse, the sexy body he was given was surely a curse to the eyes of women. The sheer amount of tears Darrius shed for his victims were great and many, but the teen had to move on, to march his sexy body forward, not for himself, but for the women that fell to the curse of his sexy body.

And so Darrius marched on through the Academy in order to fulfil his quest to fill his stomach with food. He sought fabled place that would find help him in his quest and soon enough he found it. It was a small nearby cafe that proved to be an excellent place. Taking his seat Darrius began to dine on his food and sip his tea.

 

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Today consisted of his regular routine with the return breakfast, giving a much better start to the morning than the last two days. This allowed Elliot to think clearer as he prepared for his appointment with Olivia.

Speaking of, it appeared to be time to leave.

On the way to her room there was a familiar face floating around, his room mate Ben. Why, it was rather odd that said boy had been been added to his subject list first but things happened in a strange manner, especially as of late. This was displeasing.

Waving to him Elliot made his way over before checking his watch. There was time to spare so a conversation would be engaged, though short it shall be.

"Good morning, Benjamin. What brings you to the...g-girl's dormitory?"

 

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Ben stopped when he heard a familiar voice. "Good morning, Benjamin." Elliot? "What brings you to the... g-girl's dormitory?" I could ask you the same. Out of all people, what would he be doing going to the girl's dorms? He wouldn't have a girlfriend to visit; not the man who feared physical contact enough to wear gloves and a surgical mask. Marina had mentioned that he was there with her when they found John Quincy's body. Could he be going to Olivia as well?​

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"Oh, Elliot, hello," Ben greeted his room mate. He had to think of an excuse; if Elliot was going to meet with Olivia, it was unlikely that their meeting was unplanned. He couldn't say the same about his own. "I was just on my way back to the room from Ishmael Coffee. Since I had free time, I figured I would visit a friend while on the way." It wasn't entirely untrue, though he wasn't sure he could really called Olivia a friend. He had only spoken with her a few times prior. "And what about yourself?"​

 

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Tyler thought deep... it was odd how Heidi, Altair's 'sister' knew so little about his whereabouts, but maybe Altair had his reasons... Needless to say though, whatever those reasons where did give Tyler reason to worry if he felt he had to keep it a secret from his sister. But Tyler kept that away from his face as he started walking. "There's nothing else for it then. We just walk wherever our feet take us and keep an eye out." He told her.

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So Matt had been on the email for definite? But was it real... the seeming evidence that Matt himself just mentioned did suggest that such an impossible thing was actually happening. The thought did frighten Zoey, but then she heard Matt's reassurances and just suddenly felt... lighter.
The joker was being serious... and that's how she knew he truly meant it. It just helped... knowing she wasn't all alone in this world. ...Because it was so easy to end up alone. She couldn't actually speak, so she just nodded at him, but a grin was clearly showing on her face.

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Dylan ate his own food quietly while listening to Marina. "There was one of those new Bellhurst students found dead in the Astronomy Tower two days ago. He was on this so called list. The email recipients-- and all those strange weather occurances lately. Things are amiss. I was drawn to the body, just as I was guided to a different one of the new students-- who also appeared to be on the list. Everyone that I have encountered so far had an identical life line. The same as I. And the cards...well, whenever I attempt to use the cards on myself...I get the same outcome."
Dylan stayed quiet for a few moments as he went over what she had said, taking it seriously, because by god he knew Marina was so relaxed around him normally, that if she was being like this, it truly was something to think about.
"Even with Elliot. I let him choose his cards, and the outcome was exact. It must be a big deal if Elliot is coming to see me."She added.Dylan's eyebrows rose for a moment, before his expression returned to it's usual monotised state. "Even Elliot? That stick in the mud actually came to you?" he asked her. ...he sighed a little before offering his hand to her. "Well, the only way to be sure is for you to take a look for yourself right? So go for it."

 

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"Ugh..." Bronagh complained as she sat up. She wasn't able to sleep well at all due to headaches or throwing up, but after a couple hours she figured there was nothing left in her system to regurgitate. She sat up and emptied her salad bowl in the toilet and flushed it, then cleaned it out in the sink and put it away.​

She went over and pulled out some bread and made some toast, then got herself a couple glasses of water and sat down. She reached into her pocket to grab her friend's letter and was in shock to see it wasn't there. She looked around freaking out until she saw it on the floor and picked it up. She read over and looked at the huge note she had left on the bottom and laughed.​

"Why the heck did I lie to her... I could just tell her about it..."​

Do not tell anyone outside from people experiencing the same thing.​

BRONAGH IT'S JUST A LOAD OF SHIT. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FREAKING OUT OVER IT.​

SHE FREAKS OUT OVER LITTLE THINGS. SHE'D TELL EVERY JACK AND JILL SHE SEES​

THAT'S FINE. IT'S A LOAD. OF. SHIT​

DID YOU EVER THINK MAYBE IT IS REAL?​

BRONAGH YOU ARE OVER DRAMATIC.​

Bronagh looked at the message for a few minutes. She really wanted to tell her everything. It sounded ridiculous and fake, but what if it really was real.... what if the letter wasn't a load of shit... but it had to be. The fact that people on the email list died was just mere coincidence.​

Coincidence? At their age. They were YOUNG. It's not like they were the troublemakers either.​

Bronagh found herself erasing, rewriting, and re-erasing the note multiple times before she told herself.​

She wouldn't lie to me in this situation... she would tell me everything... also... I am a writer... she might think what I'm saying is a load of bologna anyway...​

"That's it!"​

Spoiler: "Listen hun" revised

I need to tell you something, and this is gonna sound crazy... because it is, and it is obviously fake. In fact, go ahead and think of it as a plot to a story I'm writing... because it is.
I got a spam email, a few days ago... well I read it a few days ago, it was sent to me a while ago. It said I had 100 days to live... isn't that a load of crud? Well, that means I have less than 90 days to live(I'd say near the mid-80's), and I'm gonna go through it as though I have to make each moment count.
Hey, if writing is an art form, then like any other piece of art, the death of the artist makes it worth more.
I miss you.

"I need to use that last line again somewhere...." Bronagh whispered as she sealed the envelope and stamped it.​

"If writing is an art form, then like any other piece of art, the death of the artist makes it worth more." Bronagh spoke out loud as she heard the toaster pop up and she grabbed her toast and ate it, drinking tiny sips of water.​

When she was done, she walked out of room and headed towards the mailbox with the letter, hoping to send it out so it could get to her friend.​

 

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xxxxx"There's nothing else for it then. We just walk wherever our feet take us and keep an eye out."

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xxxxxAnd that's what they did. It felt like hours had gone by. When Heidi checked her phone, she realized that hours had indeed gone by. They started with locations on campus that he might be and even ventured into the city some; but with neither of them being able to drive and low on funds for any public transportation, they were only able to cover a short distance. It was certain he wasn't on campus-- passed that, there was no clue. She didn't know where to look for him, she couldn't get ahold of him, and Tyler knew about as much of his as she did. ​

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xxxxxHe attempted to make some small talk during the hours they spent searching, but her responses were less than satisfactory. Heidi remained fairly quiet, occasionally calling out to Altair, but to no avail. The portion of the search that involved Brookridge terrified her. She jumped everytime someone passed by. Her nerves were already shattered from the cold and the searching, and then the added fear of being spotted set her mind into turmoil. They wouldn't leave her alone. Tyler could clearly see that there was more to the story than she let on, and Altair was nowhere to be found. ​

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xxxxxHeidi clung to his arm on the walk back, her legs burning from exhaustion. Brown hair clung to damp rosy cheeks. She sniffled and freed one hand to wipe away at the tears in her eyes. Was this how Altair felt the other day? It couldn't be deary, or he wouldn't be doing it to you. All day, all day they barated her mind like that. Crushing any sign of hope. She was tired, cold, hungry, and alone. Sure, Tyler was there beside her now, but for how long? Til they got back? Found Altair-- if they found Altair? She was alone again, after finally believing she wouldn't have to be anymore. You're never alone deary. You have us. Forever. I know. I should have listened. It's better this way. That it is. Just relax. We'll take care of you.​

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xxxxxHer hand went back to clinging on Tyler's arm. She thought about checking her phone again, but knew there would be nothing new. Harley never texted her back--not that she thought he would-- and Anthony never said anything about seeing Altair. The crippling feeling of loneliness began to set in. The only comfort was knowing they were still there, and that wasn't much better.​

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xxxxx"Even Elliot? That stick in the mud actually came to you?" She chuckled lightly at Dylan's comment. Marina knew it was not meant to be a joke, but she still found it amusing. She moved back to the seat beside him as he offered her his hand. "Well, the only way to be sure is for you to take a look for yourself right? So go for it."​

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xxxxxMarina smirked and took his hand in hers, holding it palm side up. Her finger traced over all the lines and grooves etched into the rough surface before stopping at the necessary one. She prayed it would not be the same, that she had been wrong. She was not. Her eyes darkened as she narrowed her gaze on the line. That stupid little line. Marina shook her head before redirecting her gaze back to Dylan and releasing his hand. "It is the same. You see this, right here?" She tapped the spot on his palm, just as she did with Elliot. "This is the line. Everyone's should be different and yes it does get shorter everyday, but it should not be such a noticeable change unless one is dying rapidly. It is identical on everyone from that email I have encountered. Honestly, you should use the internet more often."​

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xxxxxShe tapped her hand against his cheek lightly and began to move out of the kitchen. "Do you have much time before work? I thought we could watch a movie, or something." Marina winked and turned away, heading back to his bedroom.​

 

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Despite going more serious briefly, he'd be lying if he said he did enjoy Zoey's reaction and knowing he'd made her feel a bit better. That was his turn to unexpectedly put his arms around her and hold her tight in his embrace. "Everything will be okay" A quiet whisper in her ear and he had every plan on making it true. For all his pranks, when he made a promise, he did his very best to stay true to it.

They managed to get him permission to leave (with STRICT instructions to not do anything too strenuous and to be careful over the next few days) and they headed back together. They had quite a lot of laughs on that very short walk back. The did seem just like two peas in a pod.

Finally parting ways, he got back too his room. Luckily his room mate was in since he didn't have a key, but they didn't really talk much as even despite sleeping for days he was already tired. He grabbed a snack before heading to bed. He was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

 

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It was a delayed reaction, especially for one who was supposed to be so observant, but Elliot then realized he was in the same position; a boy in the girl's dormitory without much a reason. This was hardly the first time something like this would happen though so he probably was just accustomed enough to it that he had thought much of it.

"I have an appointment with Olivia," admitting such was a lot harder than he first thought it'd be but after saying so it seemed that they both were heading to the same place. That had not been predicted.

So the two of them arrived to Olivia's room where she presented them tea and chatter. Elliot then stepped aside to allow Ben to discuss whatever it may have been he desired to discuss. Once that was out of the way it seemed that the girl had wished to read the libretto for La Boheme.

With things like these it was a puzzle as to why he continued coming here. Sure there was the fear she somehow invoked in him, but beyond that he shouldn't have to put up with things like these excerpts with outlandish concepts.

No matter. He preserved. That was until she suggested him to stay the night here. Ridiculous...simply fatuous.

However...even after stating how ludicrous the notion was he was somehow talked into accepting, though only after stating multiple times that it was only the logical thing to do given how wasted the day had been with the travel from dorm to dorm so hopefully this way things could actually be done.

Still, even with the shower and free bed provided staying had been a hassle. Everything was so unfamiliar now he was to sleep here. This made for perhaps the most difficult and uncomfortable sleep the boy ever had, causing tossing and turning that, despite making noise, Olivia was able to sleep through. But at least he was, at some point, able to find slumber.

 

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Quin agreeing to accompany her to the coffee shop made her happy. She was tired of going there alone, especially after seeing so many people going with their friends. They made her feel lonely. So when her roommate told her that she would come, Cristina's smile grew. She hoped that she didn't look stupid though.

While her Quin was getting ready in the bathroom, Cristina put her usual things in her bag: her phone, keyboard, sketchbook, wallet and keys. She also took this time to walk over to her closet and pick out what she would wear. After staring at the clothes in her closet for some time, she decided to pull out her tan cardigan and a skirt.

"Whenever you are ready to go, I will be waiting." Cristina nodded and made her way to the bathroom to get ready. She tried her best to be quick. After getting dressed, she brushed her blonde hair until it was as neat as possible and wore her read bow. There were always a few strands of hair that did not cooperate but she left them for today. Can't keep her waiting too long. Stepping out, she put on her coat and also put her bag over her shoulder. She had one hand on the wall for support as she slipped on her flats.

Cristina then looked over at Quin. She grabbed her keyboard from inside of her bag and typed, "I'm ready. Let's get going." She smiled and gestured towards the door. Perhaps I should keep the keyboard in my hands.

 

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Tyler felt bad. Heidi was clearly worried, and despite their best efforts and hours of walking and searching, there had been no sign of Altair. He felt the girl cling to his arm as they went on, but soon... the sun was starting to set. "Listen... maybe we should call it a day. I'm sure he's fine wherever he is. Altair is a tough guy. If it helps... I'll help you search again tomorrow. That's a promise." He told the girl. She weakly nodded her consent even though Tyler could tell she didn't want to give up just yet. "I'll tell you what. When we get in, I'll sort out some food for us. You've walked so much, you must be as hungry as I am." And so... they headed back, with Heidi still clinging onto his arm.
They got home, ate food in the dorm room that Tyler had bought for them from the Academy's canteen area, and then easily found sleep (at least Tyler did) due to tiredness from having searched all day.

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Zoey was with Matt every step of the way home, making sure that he got back okay. They laughed and joked on the way back like normal, it was like Matt had never been out cold at all. Once she had seen him home, she headed back to her own room. It was weird... not that she minded cause it meant she could strip down freely, which she did the moment she got in, but... she had no room mate. She had thought students were meant to share rooms, but here she was... alone.
Either way, nude and confortable, she slipped into bed and gratefully by cuddling into her pillow, entered a blissful sleep.

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Marina examined his hand with care, but evidently the results were not what she had hoped for. "It is the same. You see this, right here?" She tapped the spot on his palm. "This is the line. Everyone's should be different and yes it does get shorter everyday, but it should not be such a noticeable change unless one is dying rapidly. It is identical on everyone from that email I have encountered. Honestly, you should use the internet more often."
"Not gonna happen." He commented back. He took his hand back from her slowly, and shrugged. "So Eighty Days left you're saying?" He asked rhetorically. "Makes no difference to me. I can only live life my own way. It's the only way I know how. The deadline to the end changes nothing."
The two sat in silence for a moment before... xShe tapped her hand against his cheek lightly and began to move out of the kitchen. "Do you have much time before work? I thought we could watch a movie, or something." Marina winked and turned away, heading back to his bedroom.
Dylan's eyes followed her before he stood up, hands in pockets. The irony was that he didn't have a TV in his room (and she knew that of course), but even if he did... something told him that there wouldn't be much watching of it anyway.
Shrugging once more but evidently not having a complaint about her 'real plan' (...would any sane person with a beauty like Marina?), he started unbuttoning his jeans as he followed after her to his bedroom.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx She wondered how often Cristina began frustrated with things, considering her inability to voice all of her thoughts. Her mind had come to this because of the device that she used to speak and her more-than-normal animated features and gestures. It was interesting, but unfortunate. The two girls walked down the hall and towards the exit.

On their way out, Kallisti had seen some vaguely familiar faces; those from that video game party. Two boys that were Brookridge natives, and went into a familiar room. Ah, that room belonged to Miss Olivia. She wondered if she was friends or acquaintances with the two boys.

The trip to the place called Ishmael Coffee, which was, as Cristina said, at the edge of the campus, was relatively pleasant and short. There was a little small talk between the girls about nothing in particular; maybe the area or the sights to see, such as the Heliocanthea. Kallisti liked the school's botanical gardens; it was clean and well-kept. She wondered if, by some chance, Crestatia would ruin it somehow. Someone might lose the game there? She had a feeling it was going to happen . . .

As they were seated at an out of the way table in the cafe, Kallisti received a message and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Upon reading who it was from, her face slightly reddened and her eyes momentarily glanced up at Cristina's face, wondering if she had noticed the change behind Kallisti's scarf, which she had yet to unwrap.

I'm not feeling good today.​

I miss you.​

See you soon?​

- Harley​

What kind of message was that? Certainly not something someone sent to their close-in-age cousin. They were not dating, Kallisti was not into incest. Harley was not bad-looking, but it was simply out of the question. Or . . . did he truly miss her? Why would that be? She sighed and typed up a reply.

. . . Do not play games with me, Harley.​

I do not miss you, but . . .​

Perhaps I will come to visit you tomorrow.​

- Kallisti​

Quickly, she placed her order for their waiter, slipped off her jacket, loosened her scarf and settled in. She looked up at her new . . . acquaintance? Cristina wasn't exactly a friend, yet, they hadn't known each other that long, but . . . it seemed that they could become friends, soon. " What do you think of the school, so far? " she asked, starting a conversation that wasn't too serious, " I have heard that the . . . the headmistress is a force to be reckoned with. What classes are you interested in taking? "

There a few points to start them off . . .


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