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Elliot had stepped out to allow Ben the chance to speak with Olivia. He had to admit, while his roommate's behavior could be strange at times, he had the sense to be polite. Ben took a sip from the cup of aromatic Darjeeling she had poured for them. "So, Benjamin, what has brought you to my room? I had made an appointment with Elliot, but your arrival was quite unexpected."​

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Ben swallowed the hot tea, thinking of a way to respond. "I've been attempting to investigate the mysterious email that you and I, and many others, received over the past few days. The one that said that we had only 100 days to live?" Olivia nodded in response. "I have already spoken to Marina, and she was noticing strange patterns in her readings. I was wonder whether you knew anything more about it."​

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Olivia closed her eyes and shook her head. "Unfortunately, I know nothing more about the subject than you." Though she said this, her eyes hinted that she knew something else, but Ben decided not to press her.​

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I see... Ben thought. Well, while I am here, I might as well see if she knows him. "Would you happen to know a student named Cherno Plume? He's one of the students relocated here from Bellhurst."​

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"I am afraid not." Ben gave a small sigh. "However, I do know two students from Bellhurst who transferred recently. Miss Kallisti Lein and Mr. Harley Jackson. Perhaps they would be better aids in your search?"​

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Kallisti Lein and Harley Jackson... Ben would make sure to remember those names. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head slightly. "I ought to be going now." As if she had anticipated this, Olivia had already pulled out a libretto for La Bohème.​

Ben crashed onto his bed when he returned to his room. He gazed at his palm. Only 80 days left. And he still needed to speak with Cherno Plume... before one of them met John Quincy's fate. Before long, Ben felt sleep overcome him.

 

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It was chilly outside and a bit colder than Cristina had thought it would be. Maybe I should have worn tights. She never really dressed for the weather. It was more for appearance. She tried to keep her teeth from chattering, and for the most part she succeeded. She and Quin did not talk very much on the way but when they did her voice trembled. So when the two stepped into Ishmael Coffee, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice to be out of the cold. They made their way to an empty table and sat down.

Upon taking their seats, Quin checked her phone. It seemed that she got a text from someone. Cristina was curious as to who it was, but decided to let her have her privacy and gazed over at the menu. She wondered what she would get. A small green tea latte and a chocolate chip muffin? Sounds good. When Quin finished texting her reply, she looked up and started conversation, "What do you think of the school, so far? I have heard that the . . . the headmistress is a force to be reckoned with. What classes are you interested in taking?"

Cristina looked back over at Quin and then began typing in a reply. Before hitting enter, she spotted a typo in one of the sentences and made a face while she corrected it. She hit enter and the machine recited, "The Academy is huge. But there are only a few places that catch my eye. Namely the Heliocanthea and the Astronomy Tower. The other places are just so typical. As for the other students, I haven't had a chance to meet any of them, so I can't really comment on that...Is that so? Maybe we should stay away from her then..." Cristina smiled, "I would have to say that I'm most interested in taking Visual Arts and Biology. How about you?"

 

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Tyler was comforting, for the most part. He bought her dinner and they ate together quietly. He didn't pry, which was nice-- not that she would have opened up anyway. When they were done eating, Heidi sat on Altair's bed, staring at her feet. She sat like that for awhile-- curled up in a ball with her toes extended outwards. The phone sat on the bed next to her. She didn't even want to look at it, or anything else given to her by them. If Tyler wasn't there...well, things would be a lot more chaotic. When he crawled into bed, she mumbled a goodnight and watched as the room turned dark. She was still in her regular clothes, unable to bring herself to change.

Darkness crept into everything. She shivered and suddenly the feeling of loneliness was stronger that it had ever been. She didn't want to be alone. The light snoring in the other bed brought no comfort. Heidi buried her face into her knees. She couldn't stay here. The girl wanted to run away again, but with no destination and it being so bitter cold, there was nowhere to go. She didn't know Brookridge, she didn't have money, and the police were looking for her. There was no way she could leave. They would find here and send her to be with Ramona. She didn't want to go to Ramona.

Heidi sniffled before finally pulling herself out of bed. She tiptoed to the door barefoot and silent, not wanting to wake up Tyler. He did just spend his entire day helping her. She didn't know where to go, but needed to get out of there. The hallways were dimly lit, providing just enough light to see. She walked, and walked, before finally stopping in front of a familiar dark door. Why did she come to bother him? He was probably sleeping too. She didn't want to knock, in fear of waking him. Instead, Heidi sat down outside Harley's door and sent him a message. If he didn't respond, she would leave. And if he did, well, that would be up to him.

Her face was still red, eyes puffy, cheeks burning. The pain of the day had yet to vanish. It probably never would. She was left alone again. Alone to be with them. To give into their desires. To admit they were right and that they were the only ones she would ever need. Heidi didn't want them, but they were reliable, were they not?

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It didn't take long for Dylan to follow after her, but it was just long enough for her to change. She lay in his bed waiting, the red lace tickling lightly on her soft skin. There was a drawer dedicated to her special sleepwear. It wasn't like one of those relationships where the girlfriend tries to slowly move in unnoticed by keeping a drawer of things and then gradually escalating. She had had a single drawer of sleepwear for as long as she could remember. That was the only thing ever in it and that was how it would remain.

When Dylan walked in, jeans unbuttoned, she smirked and patted the bed lightly. He never tried to make things more than what they were, and she appreciated that. Sex, that's all. People liked to call it Friends with Benefits. Is that what it was? Marina supposed so. He was probably the closest thing she had to a friend, albeit, they still never told each other much. The desire in his eyes reflected in her own. He joined her on the bed and they quickly became a tangled mess of blonde and brunette hair.

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She glanced over at the sleeping blonde beside her. It must have been his day off, because he didn't get out of bad afterwards. It seemed to have put him right out, which was a good thing. Dylan doesn't sleep enough, too busy fighting all the time. Marina sighed. She debated leaving, but didn't want to wake him. Deciding it best to just sleep as well, she curled up on the other side of the bed, putting distance between the two of them. As fun as cuddling could be, it's what people did in relationships. It provided warmth and closeness, neither of which she wanted. Turning off the light from the bedside lamp, she closed her eyes. She would have to do a better job tomorrow.

The sooner she met the other Bellhurst students, the better. Marina closed her eyes after giving one quick glance back at Dylan over her shoulder. He was out. He really shouldn't work so hard. She yawned then buried her face deep into the pillow, breathing in his lingering scent.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx The sweet taste of the Spearmint blended well with the cinnamon taste of the snickerdoodle cookies. Ever since she had first tasted that tea in Miss Olivia's company, Kallisti felt she could drink it for a long while. Speaking of . . . She should go visit her, soon. There was much to learn of Miss Olivia. Of her and her relationship with Lorinda . . .

" The Academy is huge. But there are only a few places that catch my eye. " Christina had caught her attention, " Namely the Heliocanthea and the Astronomy Tower. The other places are just so typical. " She wondered if Cristina had been to the Heliocanthea yet. If not, they would have to visit it soon, together. " As for the other students, I haven't had a chance to meet any of them, so I can't really comment on that . . . "

Kallisti hadn't met any of the other students either besides that boy named Marcus and Miss Olivia. She had seen a few others, but had not actually talked to them. They . . . well, some of them, did not look like the type to speak to. They had that certain first class air about them, around them . . . in them. It was irritating to Kallisti, but she could not wholly blame them; humility was not the first lesson of a high-class child.

" Is that so? Maybe we should stay away from her then . . . " Mm, stay away from her, indeed. Cristina smiled, " I would have to say that I'm most interested in taking Visual Arts and Biology. How about you? "

Kallisti looked thoughtful. Besides her father, no one had really asked what subjects of study she was interested in. There were many, in reality, such as science, or botany. " The Visual Arts, I see. I think I would like to look at some of your art when you have the chance to show me. That is, if you are willing to showcase any. " she replied with a smile, " As for myself . . . Music, I play the violin and piano. I am also quite intrigued with the social sciences, such as psychology and sociology. I like to ponder over the human mind and how it reacts in certain circumstances ad such. "

The answered sounded similar to how Harley might answer, with the exception that he was manipulative and used his findings against the person he studied. She sighed at the train of thought and moved on to something else, " I have never lived in a dorm before, have never attended a boarding school that I can remember, it is a bit new to me. What do you think? " Of course, there were the schools from when she was little, but when her mother had something to say about it . . . Well, she no longer attended those schools.

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xxxxxxxxxx Alli hadn't replied and Harley wondered if he'd made her upset or something. He'd find her later and apologize, but for now, he'd just kinda . . . lay half naked, face down on his bed and brood a little more. He seriously needed to get out of this pathetic mood. Other people acted like this, Not Harley Jackson. He was the guy who made people feel like this.

Still, the one thing that did make him feel loads better, even if only for a moment or two, was Kallisti's reply to his message. It wasn't hateful or anything, more like teasing. If anyone could genuinely make him feel better, it was her. They had a lot to talk about. She was his one confidante, even if she didn't trust him worth a damn.


He sighed loudly, and then his phone vibrated. Alli? No. Heidi. His face lifted a little at the name. Had she found Altair? Where was that guy, anyway?

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Now, Harley would be lying if he didn't immediately shift around, and his heart did one strong thump in his chest, but then he fell back into the brooding situation. She was outside his door? He didn't know if it was a good idea for her to be here or not. What did he want? He was being fickle - he was not a fickle person. Ugh, this behavior was goddamn terrible. Be a fucking man, Jackson. He replied to the message

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He didn't even bother with the grammar or his named tagged to the message. He was tired, but maybe Heidi's company would make him feel better, " Hey kiddo. " he said, when his door opened. His voice was muffled slightly by the blankets and pillows. He should really put on some clothing, but fuck everything, he was too tired to move.

 

Once he was finished with his walk, Alex returned to his room and plopped down on his bed. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this tired before. Oh well, he was back on his bed and able to go to sleep. So that was exactly what he did.

 

Allison had stayed in the Heliocanthea again for way too long for someone that used to be slightly annoyed with plants and bugs and birds and nature. But that was what happened. Again. She read Harley's message and was just left disheartened and empty as she stared off into space doing nothing and freezing to death, but too lazy and unmotivated to conserve the little body heat she had and go back inside the nearby girls' dorms before she became an icicle. Guess I'm not considered that much of a friend to him. Well whatever! He's not considered that much of a friend to me either! she thought scowling angrily as she burned lazer eyeholes into the ground. She had put forth a good effort in trying to treat Harley like a relatively close-ish friend. A good effort. Wasted. Her teeth gritted more as the word echoed inside her head, reflecting back on herself and bringing up all sorts of terrible feelings and memories. Hot humiliating tears slowly began to well and Allison struggled not to blink and let them fall, not wanting to be tickled by the rolling of the droplets down her cheeks. Stop it! You're not a waste. How did it even come back to you? Are you really that arrogant to just always think back to yourself? Oh god stop it. No just stop you're not arrogant. Come on, you've tried so hard not to be. Pull yourself together come on. You're good. You're good. It's all cool. Sighing heavily, the building tension and tears went back down and she relaxed as she blinked. Those tears were not filled with emotion anymore and were just waste products from the many working cells of her body. Now calm, Allison texted Harley back, being sincere but also no longer bothered by him.

All right. I hope you feel better soon and i'm sorry i can't be of help.

Another day where nothing happened, Allison really should've just headed back, but she felt even more unmotivated and lazy to move. I'll just...stay here a bit longer. I guess. I should really make more friends. And write down their numbers. Next time I see Anthony, I'll ask him. Same thing with Heidi. And Quintus. And maybe if I manage to talk to that guy with Heidi and get to know him more then him too. Same goes for Marcus. Most times being alone in a beautiful garden would seem peaceful, though this time, it felt increasingly lonely for Allison. After all, plants can't talk.

 

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"The Visual Arts, I see. I think I would like to look at some of your art when you have the chance to show me. That is, if you are willing to showcase any, " Quin began to reply. I haven't really shown anyone my own work. No one had ever asked to see. In the past she had handed in assignments for Art class, but those often had a common theme or guidelines to follow. The works in her sketchbook were...scattered. Often it depended on how she was feeling, making her sketchbook somewhat like a diary. It wasn't that she was reluctant to show Quin; she was just wary. Quin continued, "As for myself . . . Music, I play the violin and piano. I am also quite intrigued with the social sciences, such as psychology and sociology. I like to ponder over the human mind and how it reacts in certain circumstances ad such."

At this point, Cristina nodded and began to create a reply, "Maybe I can show you sometime back at the dorm. Also, those sound like interesting subjects." It suits her. It just felt like those subjects were ones Quin would enjoy.

"I have never lived in a dorm before, have never attended a boarding school that I can remember, it is a bit new to me. What do you think?" Quin changed the subject. This must be an interesting experience for someone who hasn't lived in a dorm before... Cristina remembered the first time she moved into a dorm (technically orphanage) six years ago. It was lonely and it took her months to adapt, but that was probably because of what had happened before...Cristina found herself going into deep thought and stopped herself to reply.

"I was actually living in a dorm before we switched campuses, so it isn't anything incredibly new," the machine recited, "Are you getting used to it here?"

 

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Heidi read the message and took a minute to half-pull herself together. She stood up and grabbed the doorhandle with shaky fingers. It opened smoothly. There was a gut-wrentching pain inside her as Harley greeted her with a "Hey Kiddo." He didn't look up from the pillows. He made no attempt to do anything. Maybe coming here had been a bad idea. He didn't seem to want her either. She stopped walking for a second, going over the idea of leaving before he noticed. No one seemed to want her.

The pain in her chest resonated throughout her body, putting her almost in a state of paralysis. She couldn't move--not to the door, not closer to him. Heidi's knees buckled as she collapsed on the floor with a thump. She couldn't hold the pain in any longer. She had done her best not to show it in front of Tyler--not that her best was great, but she still tried. Heidi didn't want to put any of it on Harley either, but she couldn't move. She couldn't leave. Her small body curled up on its side, hugging her knees tightly. She began to sob. It was too much. "Stop it. Stop...I don't...don't wanna be alone...anymore..." she choked out.

Her hands left her knees and pulled tightly on her hair, fingers entwined in the messy brown locks. Chunks fell easily out beside her. It was too overwhelming, the feeling of disappointment and loneliness. Their coaxing made things worse, not better. If she didn't inflict self-harm, she would only hurt others-- like her mother. She didn't want to be like her mother. Heidi had tried to be good for so many years, but each day it became harder-- especially now, without any medication. She didn't want to take it, but taking it meant silencing them. She lay there crying, tuning out the world and Harley. What was he doing? She didn't know. He was probably scared of her too, like everyone else, wishing she was gone.

 

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Bronagh threw the letter into the dorm mailbox and went back to her room.​

Man I haven't checked my phone in God knows how long...​

When she walked into her room she reached into her pocket and was shocked to feel her phone missing, then she groaned and turned towards the corner to see the stuffed animal with the phone in it's lap. She walked to the other side of the room and grabbed a pair of kitchen tongs out of a drawer and closed her eyes and tried to grab the phone.​

When she felt it catch something, she pulled it up and brought it to her. She opened her eyes and screamed in horror(as though to a spider) as she threw it across the room, staring at it as it flew into the window and landed on its side on the table and slowly slipped off onto one of the chairs.​

Bronagh shivered as she picked up her phone and put the tongs back in the drawer and started to read some of her messages. She sat on her bed and texted her mom.​

Spoiler: To Mom

Hey, I'm sorry I haven't messaged. I've been sick and really didn't want to message.​

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Bronagh ignored the message from Shadow and figured her mother would tell her aunt about her being sick(considering she lived there). When she was done replying to other smaller emails she sat up and yawned.​

Wow, I haven't done anything eventful in a while... I'm bored...​

Bronagh took a quick shower then took a brush to her head and tried to fix hair. When she was done she decided she would lie down and write. She didn't continue to Tree story, instead she started a new one. As she wrote she realized she still hadn't formally introduced herself to her roommate and felt sad. She also felt bad because of the shock she had gone into when trying to eat her food.​

She wrote a note back to Eleanora, because she wanted her to know that she did enjoy the food she had made.​

Spoiler: To Eleanora

Thank you so much for leaving the food the other day. I really enjoyed it. I'm really sorry I have yet to really talk to you. I hope we can be more acquainted then through little notes.
-Bronagh

ps. I'm sorry about the random giraffe that keeps moving in the room... it's my mom's giraffe Georgey... this is going to sound odd but he and I are mortal enemies... I really hate the stupid giraffe. To be honest I'm afraid of him... I'll tell you why I'm afraid of giraffes if I ever talk to you, but if you ever find Georgey on your bed, it's probably because I threw him across the room freaking out​

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Bronagh put the note in the same place she had earlier and went back to writing her story. She didn't pass out because of all the energy she had, she just ended up writing throughout the night.​

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xxxxxxxxxx " I was actually living in a dorm before we switched campuses, so it isn't anything incredibly new, " Christina's device explained to Kallisti, " Are you getting used to it here? " There had been something in the girl's face, before, that was in another world, thinking of something from before, whatever may have come to her before, but Kallisti made no comment on the observation. She may have not even been meant to see it.

To be perfectly honest, Kallisti was wholly unhappy with this situation that she had been thrust into. Originally, she had just wanted to come to this school for a short visit, stay over night, and that was simply . . . it. The least of her expectations was to be, in a truthful sense, locked into the grounds and unable to return home. Since she had arrived, she wasn't . . . completely unhappy, but she was satisfied, either.

" It may take . . . a little while to adjust to our new home, " she began, taking a drink of her hot tea, " but I do believe that I will fall in quite well with this new routine, however unexpected it may have been. " She sighed, showing some slight disdain for this new situation, but it was more with defeat. This school would become the sight of many tragic operas. Only . . . it would not end when the over-sized woman sang. " My cousin, Harley, he had come here with me, too. " she went on, " He seems to be more accustomed to these things, but I wonder how well he is adjusting? Surely better than I. " And she gave a small laugh.

I WOULDN'T COUNT ON THAT, LOVE. . . . YOU SHOULD KEEP TO YOUR WORD AND GO SEE HIM TOMORROW. Do you really think so? I DO. IT WILL BE GOOD FOR THE BOTH OF YOU CRAZY KIDS.

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xxxxxxxxxx It had been silence after Harley told Heidi to come in. He waited just a bit for her to say something, yet nothing came. Then there was something. A thump. He quickly looked over at his door, thinking, panicking in thought, that she had fainted or something - since the sound was reminiscent of Trembling Mountain.

" Whoa, whoa, whoa. " Harley let out, and he was on his feet before he even knew what he was doing. The fact that the only clothing he was wearing was boxers , slightly tight-fitting ones at that, was the farthest thing from his mind. His feet carried him across the room with more energy than he had all day.

" Stop it. Stop . . . I don't . . . don't wanna be alone . . . anymore . . . " she said, right before Harley reached her, and his mind fell back to three days ago, around that staircase where he had basically promised that it was okay. And then she started pulling out her hair, and the only thing that went through Harley's mind was NOPENOPENOPENOPE.

She was far gone, now, but Harley didn't care. He dropped to his knees, leaned forward, and grabbed Heidi, albeit slightly rough ( but meant with the best intentions ) and wrapped his arms around her. She was pretty much sitting in his lap now, and he removed her hands from her hair, away from her face and the rest of the skin she could touch, and began trying to calm her down. He could feel all of her sorrow falling on his shoulders, but he didn't care - it was better that he should be feeling so awful, but not Heidi. Anyone but Heidi. This kid had enough **** going on in her life.

Schizophrenics need medication. Medication from the hospital. The hospital was looking for her, the police had been here for her. She needed her medication. He thought, before that she might have had some with her, a prescription or something so that she could pick it up, but apparently not. Without her medication, she was in a perpetual downwards spiral, and things were only going to get worse from here.

He began to whisper things to her, just this or that, trying to get her to focus on his voice as he rubbed her back with his hand that wasn't holding her. After about fifteen, maybe twenty, thirty, and hour? of time, she had calmed down, it seemed and his words began to slow down. " Shh, " he whispered as he looked forward, " It's alright. You're not alone. I'm here. " Short little phrases for her to focus on, " Believe me? I told you before. It's okay. You're alright. You'll be okay. Everything will be alright. "

Just when it seemed like exhaustion was going to take him, he began with a new vigor caused by a shudder of the small body in his arms, and he kept going.

" . . . Do you believe me? "

 

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" It may take . . . a little while to adjust to our new home, but I do believe that I will fall in quite well with this new routine, however unexpected it may have been," Quin replied. She didn't seem completely satisfied with moving here though. Understandable. The news was abrupt and none of the Bellhurst students had much time to prepare. Even Cristina didn't want to move out of the orphanage to attend school at the Academy. Her roommate continued, "My cousin, Harley, he had come here with me, too. He seems to be more accustomed to these things, but I wonder how well he is adjusting? Surely better than I." Ah, Harley. Quin let out a small laugh and Cristina smiled.

Quin looked at her phone, as if she was checking the time. They had been sitting at the table for awhile now. "I'm sure it won't take you too long," her device began, "but it's starting to get late, so shall we head back?"

 

Finally done moping and being an ice cube, Allison headed back to the dorms where she immediately took a moderately long hot shower. She mulled over the texts with Harley, and her life before drying and clothing herself, now sufficiently warm. She was now in a black turtleneck and after performing her usual bedtime routine, went to sleep. How funny that it seemed plants were her only friends now at the garden.

 

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Harley was at her side, he pulled her into his lap, and held her hands away from her body. He just held her the entire time. No one ever held her like that. Not her mother, not her Aunt Stacey, not even Altair. Altair had held her and comforted her, but not in the same manner. Now he was gone. She buried her face into Harley's bare chest and continued to sob. Why was she so worked up over someone she had only known a week and a half? And now, becoming so attached to someone else she had known virtually the same length of time, but spent less of that time with. It hurt. It hurt everywhere. Her chest hurt, her head hurt, crying hurt, their words hurt, her legs hurt, everything...

Harley spoke softly too her--his voice soothing, albeit, a bit tense. He was doing his best. How long did she cry in his arms for? How long did he keep her from hurting herself? He was lucky. She was too weak at the moment. Not hurting herself meant hurting someone else. Oh deary. You should not be like this. No one should make you like this. You should be crushing anyone that does this to you. We will find him, and teach him a lesson. "stop..." She whispered.

"Shh," he whispered as he looked forward.

Heidi's sobs gradually slowed to a soft wimpering. She yawned in his chest as they finally came to a close.

"It's alright. You're not alone. I'm here." He's here. Like he said he would be. Altair said he would be too. Look how long that lasted.

"Believe me? I told you before. It's okay. You're alright. You'll be okay. Everything will be alright." How could it be all right? No one stays. They all leave, or give up. No one wants to be by her side forever. They send her off. Ship her away. Force her to spend time with Ramona. She didn't want to go back there, not again.

Heidi shuddered as a new wave of tears dared to break free. She didn't want to do this, not in front of Harley. She didn't want him to leave too. ". . . Do you believe me?" Believe? Heidi wanted to believe, she really did, but it didn't seem realistic. No one ever stayed. He will leave you too deary. You should end it now, before you end up like this again. Only next time, you will have no one to cry your pathetic eyes out on. She shook her head, face still pressed firmly into his chest. She wanted them to be quiet, to leave her alone. She needed to make them leave her alone. You know there is only one way and thanks to this little game you're in, it can't happen. Ha! Now what? How will you try to stop us now.

"...beileve..." she muttered. Could she believe him? Heidi wrapped her arms around Harley's torso. "please...please don't...don't go." She couldn't bare someone else leaving. Was it wrong of her to ask such a thing from him? It was a lot. The largest request she had probably ever asked of anyone. Heidi yawned again slightly. She was so tired from everything that happened, but rest seemed to be a million miles away.

 

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xxxxxHe heard the door creak open, but pretended he hadn't, as he would have rather continued sleeping. What time was it? He didn't know...But the burning in his eyes was enough indication that it was not yet time to wake up. Delicately, he covered from his chin to his dark, messy locks with the top quilt of the bed, agitated when it just barely blocked out the curtain filtered light steadily seeping into the room. He remained quiet under the blankets, listening to Marcus shift around and hoping he would settle himself soon. In the mean time, he decided to browse Tumblr for a bit on his phone before drifting back off into a deep sleep...​

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❝Theodore...THEODORE!! THEO!!❞​

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❝Ah! He's waking up! Quickly now, retrieve the sword.❞​

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❝Swor...? Oh, no.❞​

❝Here you are, Master Theodore.❞​

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❝Well...? What are you waiting on? There isn't much time!❞​

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❝I am not doing this tonight, Rhia.❞​

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❝Of course not, you're doing it now! ... ... Theo?❞​

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❝...Despite what I may try, it will fail. I will fail, and you and the others will have to...have to die. I honestly can't fight like this. I do not understand why you keep bringing me here. It's been years now. I can't do it. ...There's never enough fucking time! At least give me a better weapon--what am I supposed to do with this?❞​

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❝This is all of the time I can offer you. If you keep telling yourself you can't do it, then of course you won't...❞​

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❝Rhia, I'm sorry, I just--❞​

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❝The beast has arrived.❞​

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❝Go...! Please...❞​

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xxxxx Green eyes opened to a dark room. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he quickly calmed it. The feeling was too familiar now...This was too routine. Quietly, he sat up in bed and turned on the lamp near him. His fingers were shaking, but with a bit more focus, he calmed those, too. It took him a few more seconds to steady his vision but once he had, he pulled a pale burgundy book from the drawer of his nightstand and started to flip through the pages without hesitation. ​

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Once he reached his desired page, he pulled a black ink pen from the same drawer and began to scribble something down. It was barely legible but at least he knew what he was trying to say. If he waited too long, the nightmare would leave him. It was crucial to remember the details and when they changed. ​

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He read over the words one last time...Then, he shut the book and placed it and the pen back where they came from. He turned off the lamp and descended back into the cave of his covers. He trembled, but shook the memories of the dream away now, surrendering to a hopefully peaceful slumber. ​

 

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He couldn't face others now so his search for Altair had been a lonely one, one to only end in vain. Where had the guy gone off to? It wasn't fair to Heidi for him to make her worry like this. Even he was worried. But there's only so much one can do per day...

So when he gave up Anthony returned to his room only to be met by his room mate moments later. The two barley spoke, the hero being more focused on outgoing texts.

For Heidi.

And for Cherno.

He didn't exactly wait for replies though and soon moved on with the day which was already nearing an end. Sighing he figured there was little to do now so the boy laid down and drifted off to sleep.

 

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The say had been quite uneventful for the sexy teen, but he couldn't complain. He had a nice cup of tea and he even managed to help out a group of girls with a situation they were in. Time went on and Darrius soon found himself tired. With a stretch, Darrius walked off and headed back into his dorm. Noticing his roommate fast asleep Darrius crept towards his bed and fell fast asleep on it.

 

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{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SLEEPY }​

xxxxxxxxxx The trip back to their dorm had been relatively uneventful. It had been a cold night, but not so bad. More small talk passed between them and then they where home. Well. It wasn't Kallisti's home, but . . . they were back to their dorm. It had been nice, getting to know her roommate a little more, and in turn, tell a little of herself.

Kallisti had gone through the motions of getting ready for bed, took a short, but warm, shower, and set her alarm so that she wouldn't wake up too late. Perhaps it would also be a good idea to turn down the volume to where only she could hear it, she wouldn't want to wake Cristina up in the morning, especially so early . . .

" I had a lovely time with you, Cristina. " Kallisti said with a smile as she slipped into bed, " Perhaps we can do something else tomorrow. " And after bidding her new friend-but-not-quite-yet-friend good night, she slipped into her covers and fell fast asleep, remembering at the last moment that she would also go visit her cousin, too.

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xxxxxxxxxx " . . . believe . . . "

It was the first coherent thing that had come out of Heidi's mouth, and Harley knew that she was far better than she was just moments ago. Catching him off guard, she wrapped her arms around his torso and his heart did another single thump in his chest, " Please . . . please don't . . . don't go. " He got that; she was scared of being alone, he understood that. He was terrified of the thought, but never let it show.

With the possibility of him dying at any time due to this goddamned game by the loli witch demon, he couldn't promise to stay by her side forever, that he wouldn't leave her. He wanted to stay with her, no matter how messed up she was, no matter how much she could hurt him, he didn't want to leave her, hurt her like that. Man. What a sap he was. But if he was anything, it was protective. And a bit of an asshole - he would have to see Allison soon. He was sorry. He needed to tell her that.

. . . But he was getting off track.

" I'm here. " he finally said, shifting around, and getting ready to lift the girl up, " I'm not going anywhere. " . . . Not now, at least. But the last thing he needed was to say that to her. Those voices in her mind were bastards, probably always feeding her with detriments and putdowns, she lacked confidence. Without medicine, they were probably rampaging her mind ( in a calm way, if that was possible ), and he couldn't think of any other way to get them to stop without medication. How was he going to get it to her, though?

Carefully and slowly, Harley stood up with Heidi in his arms, who was physically and emotionally drained, yawning too. He was starting to feel the effects of the late hour as well, even though he hadn't even expended much energy throughout the day. Emotions. Who knew they could be such a killer? He made his way over to his bed and set Heidi down. It was probably still warm from his body heat, considering he hadn't moved much, " You should probably take off your shoes and pants, for sleeping. " he told her nonchalantly, a small smile on his face, " Don't worry, I'm not going to sleep with you, I'll be sleeping in this other bed. " Since his pisspoor roommate never seemed to be here.

He caressed her hair slightly, not paying attention to where she had pulled some of it out, earlier, " It's alright now. " he told her, his tiredness growing. He sat down on the bed across from his, " Maybe tomorrow, we can do something, would you like that? " After hearing her answer, Harley slipped under the covers of the other bed and laid down, " Everything will be alright. Good night, Heidi. Wake me up if you need anything. " he told her before drifting off to sleep.

 

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The pair decided to walk back to the dorm. Cristina was greeted by the cold once again when they stepped out of the coffee shop. Has it gotten colder? She could see her breath in front of her. Other than the cold, today was great. She learned new things about her roommate and instead of walking alone, she had company, which was also nice.

Once they returned, both she and her roommate got ready for bed. Before slipping into her bed, she plugged in her phone and keyboard to be charged. A day without her keyboard would be terrible. She couldn't begin to imagine all of the frustration she would have to deal with. She lied down facing Quin.

"I had a lovely time with you, Cristina. Perhaps we can do something else tomorrow," Quin suggested. Cristina smiled and nodded her head. It's nice to have someone. Not too long after her roommate fell fast asleep. Cristina mouthed a 'Good Night' and closed her eyes as well.

 

Marcus was not a soldier at this moment. At this moment, he was a machine. A murdering murder death machine named Altair and Templars could not do a thing about it. He killed all day and all night and he was only 50% through the game. He rubbed his weary eyes and removed the headset that captured sound for him and let non escape to his roommate. Marcus dug in the fridge, devoured a Pop Tart and some juice and shut off his PS3. Making sure the room was draped in darkness, Marcus the Assassin in training finally crashed into dreamland.

 

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Harley said he wouldn't go anywhere, then carried her over to his bed. The closeness, it felt nice-- comforting, relaxing, soothing. When he told her he wouldn't sleep with her though, she felt a sting of disappointment. Of course, they enjoyed that, but remaine silent. He caressed her hair, still doing his best to help her relax. "It's alright now," he said reassuringly, before crossing the short distance between beds and taking his place in the vacant one. "Maybe tomorrow, we can do something, would you like that?"

She nodded in the dark and mumbled a yes. Anything to help take her mind off of things. It would be much appreciated. Heidi watched him slip under the covers of the other bed before making any sort of movement. She wouldn't take off her pants. She couldn't bring herself to remove any amount of clothing. They would just make fun of her, point out all the horrible marks. They were everywhere. Pants and long-sleeves were the best. They did the best job at covering everything up. Nothing else was good enough.

"Everything will be alright. Good night, Heidi. Wake me up if you need anything."

Heidi slipped under the covers of Harley's bed, lying in the direction of the other. He was right there. He wasn't going anywhere. "Good night," she whispered into the dark. She had to beileve he was telling the truth. It was the only thing left holding her sanity to pieces. She closed her eyes, yawning once more before finally dozing off.