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xxxxx"My name is. . .Theodore Weldon." He said to her as she washed the dishes. Marina tossed the name around in her head. It had an air of familiarity to it, but that was all. She could not come up with any sort of definitive answer other then there being the possibility of potentially having heard it before. She sight and set a plate on the counter to dry. "dylan, was it? is he likely in my body?"​

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xxxxx"Given what we know already, we have only come to assume that that would be the case." She replied to the wall in front of her. Dylan would not be pleased with a sink full of dirty dishes, and if she was going to entertain in his house, then getting them cleaned was her responsibility.​

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xxxxx"Suit yourself." Marina set the rest of the clean dishes on the counter to dry. When she turned around, Theodore seemed to be gone. He was back in the bedroom. This would be fun, she smirked. There was no way she would sleep on the floor, and if anything, this place was hers more then any of theirs. She shut off everything in the kitchen before making her way back to the bedroom. There had been n oreply to any of her texts, but that was understandable. They probably had not acquired their phones yet.​

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xxxxxDeciding it probably best to remain in the clothes she currently wore, Marina made her way over to the bed and crawled into the vacant half. Bronagh would just have to deal with it, especially if they returned to normal come morning. Wouldn't that be funny? With a victorious smile plastered on Bronagh's face, Marina yawned and nodded off to sleep. The bed was soft and comfortable, with an additional occupant that may or may not have known she joined him.​

 

Marcus took the news quietly. Altair's friend was not answering. Which means that the duo had no leads. Marcus began to pace, he had little to no friends and therefore not really anyone to call and see if this ordeal affected one of his friends. Sticking together? Probably for the best, looks like trust would have to be earned between the two. Grinning Marcus acknowledged that he would stay and began to hunt down a spare blanket and pillow. With both things acquiring both he settled into the couch and said good night to his body sharer. Switching and maintaining a new body was mentally taxing, to the point where he was sleeping in minutes.

 

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With a smile Altair watched as his body-mate went off to sleep. With little other options left, Altair rested himself on his bed. It felt nice to relax on his bed one again, but the thought of Heidi still rung through his mind. Did the girl hate him now? he left her without a word and now she was gone. It was possible that she moved on and left the teen...it wouldn't be the first time somebody left him. Closing his eyes Altair merely sighed and drifted off to sleep.

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A sudden blow and Darrius was down. The place was hit and Darrius could only collapse and cry in pain “m-my balls…how unsexy of a situation” Darrius cried as he stayed there and simply rested his back on the rooftop. Darrius merely laid there on the cold rooftop and stared up at the sky, just staying there as if he was in some sort of daze. Time moved on and Darrius just stayed there watching the time move on.

“Let us end the charade for today shall we?”​

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A mere smirk soon crept across the teen’s face as he rose to his feet and dusted his clothes off. Glancing down at his hand Darrius narrowed his eyes as his smirk grew “such a pitiful body…hmph but then again I may just be biased. Nothing can compare to the body that I myself work all my life to achieve” Darrius said as he closed his eyes and began to walk into the academy once more “Nonetheless whether this body is pathetic or not…it still has its uses. Hmm now the question is whether to make use of said uses or not” Darrius said quietly as he let out a chuckle and returned to the room that he awoke in. Resting down on the bed Darrius merely closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 

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December 21st, Friday​

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The teen rewoke the next morning just as baffled and scared as before, though this time he managed to stay conscious. However for how long was uncertain so he made sure to use his time wisely and make the seemingly long journey to his dorm. Oh my, he had not showered the day, had he? This, plus the shower due this morning, equaled an hour long shower.

Only after the body had been washed did he realize that it was not his but a blue haired boy's. What was this? How could this possibly be happening? It was not long ago in which he tried to create a teleportation machine so perhaps it worked after all! And it only worked by putting the user in another body, and therefore someplace else.

Finding that answer more plausible, and quite frankly easier to deal with, than some magic hullabaloo he dressed in his own clothes, gloves and mask - though this meant he must forsake them to this stranger - and exited back into the room. Oh, good. It would seem that his room mate was still here. Sure the lad was not as scientifically inclined as he but an assistant may be required to set everything up.
Wait...his body! This was perfect.

"Ben, you must awaken now!" he shouted, hoping to return to his own body as soon as possible.

Before getting started though he moved to retrieve his phone which had a new text from Marina. Opening it he chuckled at the notion that she knew what was going on let alone this had happened to anyone else. Still, he replied as if he believed her.

Looking back to his body, the mass of the strangeness suddenly hitting him all at once, Elliot moved next to the bed and leaned in for a closer look at his own face. Had the person been on the ground? No, this would not do. He fetched some wipes and began cleaning his face, being able to ignore the oddity for the time being as all his focus went to the task at hand.

 

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xxxxxMarina woke first and to her dissatisfaction, in the same body. She frowned so early in the day and climbed out of bed. She went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and pursed her lips at her reflection. This body was ugly and gross. Simpleton clothing did not suit her. Well, her her not this girl. This girl looked fine in cheap clothes, but that was due to the fact that she was raised that way, clearly. After exiting the bathroom, she picked up her phone and made her way to the kitchen.

xxxxxShe sat down at the table and began to answer the slew of messages that awaited her. The clients would be displeased over the fact that she had to cancel on them again. There was just nothing she could do about it. It was out of her control. With many apologies sent, she came Elliot's name. His response made her laugh and she did so accordingly.

xxxxxQuickly, she typed away at a response before making her way over to the cupboards for food.

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xxxxxHeidi rolled over in the bed and felt her face press up against something warm. She smiled contently with her eyes closed and snuggled up tightly, until she opened them. Immediately, she scooted back to the end of the bed, face burning hot. She buried her cheeks under the sheet, fully embarrassed by her actions. She was still in Zoey's body and Harley in Tyler's. Even if they hadn't body-swapped, it wouldn't have been appropriate. It had hardly been appropriate with Altair.

xxxxxTypically, this was when they scolded her, but all that filled her mind was her thoughts and empty silence. It was peaceful, but it didn't feel right. It was like there was a part of her that was missing. Hello? She called out, but received no reply. Quiet. It was what she asked for, wasn't it? To be normal. This was what normal people dealt with. Slowly, she peeked out from under the sheets to look at Harley, then hid her face away again quickly after.

xxxxxShe didn't like looking at Tyler-- not that he was bad looking or anything, he just wasn't the same. Heidi had developed quite a bit of affection towards Harley in the amount of time she spent with him and it was the same with Altair. She was grateful to Tyler for helping her look for Altair, but that was about it. The other two, they were different. She was terrified of them leaving and one had already done so. She didn't want to lose the other, but it would be impolite of her to tail Harley everywhere in order to keep him around. That was wrong. She didn't do things like that. She was no stalker. She had no right to do something of the sort. If he didn't want to be around her, that was his decision and she would just have to deal with it like everything else she dealt with.

xxxxxA tear ran down her cheek as she buried her face in the pillows. The idea of losing anyone else was so scary. Even they seemed to be gone. Just how long would it last before he inevitably left without so much as a word? Before she scared him off with her undesirable behavior.

 

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Bronagh woke up, said a prayer to herself, then looked down and saw the dress and body of Marina. "Damn it..." Bronagh whispered. She sat up and looked around, it was like any typical apartment she had seen.​

Bronagh went into the bathroom and cleaned up, still trying to be careful about the dress.​

Why am I caring so much about this dress....?​

Bronagh stood up and went into the kitchen and grabbed a small glass of juice again. This time she was drinking it to enjoy it rather than getting poor cooking out of her mouth. She saw Marina sitting at the table and spoke to her as she was making herself toast, "You're lucky. I wish I had good looks and a wealthy family. At least one of those things, it would have made things easier on me. Bu I guess it's rare."​

When her toast popped out she started putting jam on it then continued, "So, these bodies. To get swapped out of them, what do we do? Do we wait it out? Do we try to accept one another?" Bronagh stopped talking, she felt like she was talking too much. She sat down at the table and started to eat.​

 

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Morning soon arrived and Altair soon arose from his slumber. With a quiet yawn the teen sat up and sighed as he glanced over at the teen stil residing in his body "damn...looks like I'm still stuck like this" Altair mumbled as he scratched the back of his head and reached for his phone. Dialing Heidi's number once again, Altair merely awaited any form of answer but nothing. He tried a total of three times before finally deciding to quit. There were many possibilities that crossed the teen's mind and he could only wonder just what exactly was going on with Heidi.

Its too late...she is gone like everybody else...

 

Marcus eyes snapped open and he was visibly shaken by a thing that disturbed his sleep. His body was foreign and so was the room he'd carelessly slept in. After calming down and the answers to his questioning mind were settled, he removed the blanket surrounding him and stretched before getting up and folding the blanket he'd borrowed. He was still stuck in this thing. He began to disect and think harder about yesterday, this guy, sounded like he said his friend might have switched bodies too. But why? Why were they switched in the first place!? It made no sense. And sitting around pondering on it wouldn't yeild the wanted results, Marcus would have to reach out to the stranger in the room and question him.

"Altair?" He couldn't help it, his mind lightened Altair's deeper vocals to better accilimate Marcus's ears to the new voice he had, as he kept speaking he gained more confidence as he sat back down on the thing he'd slept on. "You said your friend might know what was happening. Why would she know that? Has she been switched like us? And why would she know anything about this? It's not probable to have multiple people with...different bodies. I think." He couldn't think to hard on that, it was just giving him a headache.

 

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xxxxxMarina raised an eyebrow at the entrance of her body. She really hated this. No one should be allowed to enjoy the spoils of her phisique without a proper payment. She watched as Bronagh poured herself a glass of juice and began to make toast. Marina refrained from greeting her with any early morning pleasantries and returned her attention to the bowl of cereal in front of her. "You're lucky. I wish I had good looks and a wealthy family. At least one of those things, it would have made things easier on me. But I guess it's rare." Bronagh said as she waited on her toast.

xxxxxMarina smirked and chuckled to herself. The other girl was rather clueless. "Most people wish of those things, but do not realize that it does not necessarily make things easier." She left it at that. A window full of possibilities to ponder.

xxxxxWhen her toast popped out she started putting jam on it then continued, "So, these bodies. To get swapped out of them, what do we do? Do we wait it out? Do we try to accept one another?"

xxxxxShe cocked an eyebrow and stared at the butterknife smothered in jam. "Judging by what Crestatia said yesterday, I would assume someone, or multiple someones, will have to do something noteworthy. There is no one individual particularly satisfying, which means, someone needs to become satisfying. Someone needs to show that they are a frontrunner. A person the players should vote for, since we are apparently the pawns. We must show her that we are worth keeping around and this experiment will probably last until someone does that." Marina scooped up a spoonful of cereal and put it in her mouth. Would she have to repeat the same speech to Theodore, or will he have been one of the select few that was present at the meeting. Judging by his reaction yesterday, probably not. It would get tiresome off she continuously had to repeat herself.

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xxxxxHeidi slowly and carefully manuevered her way out of the bed in order to not disturb Harley. He had been so helpful in Altair's absense that she found it best to let him continue sleeping. Once her feet touched the ground, she glanced over at Zoey in her body. She had still been wearing the clothes from the other day. As fine with that as Heidi was, Zoey may not be. Doing as Harley instructed the night before, she wrote up a quick note and left it on the table. She wasn't eager to go back to Altair's room, but nothing of Zoey's would fit Heidi's body. They were just too different in shape.

xxxxxThe walk through the girl's dorm didn't take long, as it was set up in a similar design as the boy's and soon she found herself outside. She didn't take a sweatshirt or jacket, afraid of waking any of the others up, and so the walk outside was a brutal one. Heidi rubbed at her arms to stay warm as her skin began to turn pink. Her ears were freezing and the tip of her nose burned. She wished it was all one big building with halls that connected each section. It would be more practical and less chilling in the winter. Snowflakes fell around her and the foreign shoes crunched the ground beneath her feet. This building to building thing was not fun in the least bit. Her body was shaking vigorously from the cold and shivers ran up and down. Teeth chattered together as she finally reached the boy's and pushed the large door open, albeit, not as large in Zoey's body as it was in her's.

xxxxxThe moment she stepped foot into the boy's dormitory, her heart began to race. Her head felt like it might split in two and there was a massive lump in her throat. Each step felt like there were lead weights attached to her ankles and it became increasingly harder to continue. Her mind was racing. Was he in there? Probably not. If he was there, wouldn't he try to get ahold of her? If he really did leave, then maybe not. This was probably the exact thing he wanted-- for her to give up and just decide to quite trying. It's what everyone else did. No one would straight up tell her they were leaving. They just did. When she thought they were gone forever, they came back, but only because she had given up hope by that time and left herself. Heidi didn't actually possess any material items, so maybe Altair just expected her to leave everything. They were given to her, but she could hardly accept them. They weren't anything she deserved.

xxxxxComing up on his dormroom floor, her breathing stopped. She stood paralyzed on the staircase, unable to step off onto the landing. Her hand gripped the railing tightly and she could feel herself ready to faint. The idea of going back to that room had never seemed as terrifying as it now did.

 

The next morning, Allison woke up in Elizabeth's body again and sighed. It looked like Elizabeth hadn't woken up yet and so she got up and prepared to go out as silently as possible. She was about to cross the room for her jacket before stopping and looking at herself asleep. I don't know if I look cute or even more dorky than usual. It would probably feel weird to wear her own jacket on Elizabeth's body, so she decided to instead take her bag and leave the jacket. She figured she should leave a note this time before putting on Elizabeth's more fashionable black coat and left the room.

Dear Elizabeth,
I went out.
Sincerely, Allison

She didn't really feel like being in the academy at the moment so she left and rode the metro all the way to Finisterre. After getting off the metro she just walked and walked past all the shops and casinos and restaurants. She was really just walking and sightseeing until something caught her eye. A host club. A host club? There was one so close to where I lived?! Oh my gosh I have got to check this place out. Allison thought eagerly heading towards the place with an excited smile, however she was then stopped and startled by a voice behind her. "Excuse me, may I have a word with you?" she had jumped and turned around, freezing immediately in the spot. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just have a few questions if you don't mind me asking?" the man said with a smile on his face. He was a police officer. "Oh..uh..sure." Allison replied confused. Why was a cop questioning her? Should she ask for a lawyer? No that's dumb. That'd be even more suspicious. "Are you a Miss Elizabeth Evans?" he asked pulling out a notebook. "Uh no I'm A-" her eyes widened in disbelief as she caught her mistake. Oh right I look like Elizabeth. "a...just joking-a with you! Ahahahaha...." she said in a mock Mario style laughing half heartedly. Even she knew that was a bad joke. "Um. Yes, I'm..Elizabeth." she replied a little more serious, her face stoic once more. "All right. Are you a student of Brookridge Academy?" the officer asked ignoring her fail. "Uh well yes, but I actually went to Bellhurst, but then there was a flood and....yeah."
"School hasn't started yet, why are you already at the academy so soon?"
"Well, some people were getting together to just go up and see the place for a bit and we ended up staying the night there, and that night turned into...um...so yeah...we just ended up staying..."
"And where were you on the night of the 16th?" The 16th? When was that? That was the day you guys all first went up there. Oh right.
"Uh, I was just walking around looking at the campus." The questions hadn't stopped and they continued on.
"And can anyone prove this claim?"
"Prove? Like an ali-" her eyes widened again. Why would she need an alibi? What were all these questions for? "Um...I can't really remember that well. It was a while back...you know?" she tried not to smile a nervous smile, but it sort of came out anyway. That seemed to be all the officer needed as he asked her to turn around. "Wh-why?" she asked as she complied anyway. She didn't realize what was happening until she heard a click and a tightening around her wrists. What?
"Elizabeth Evans, you are under arrest for the murder of John Quincy on the night of the 16th. You have the right to remain silent as anything you say may and will be used against you." SHE DID WHAT? "What?! I don't even know a John Qu-" Suddenly the memory popped up. The name that you wanted to kill. But you and Harley never found him. So Elizabeth did? "Qu-quincy..." she finished faltering a little. Allison couldn't believe this. The cop led her to his nearby cruiser and helped her sit in the back. She stared sullenly at the back of the seat in front of her. She had been arrested for a crime she didn't commit, but Elizabeth had. She must've been forced to. But there's no way to prove that. She was quiet throughout the whole drive to the Brookridge Police Station. When they arrived she had to get her prints taken and her photos taken. Allison was a bit annoyed that she couldn't wash her hands of the ink afterwards and when she went in for pictures, she inadvertently smiled until they told her to stop. She did it anyway. Maybe that would give a better impression of her? Unless Elizabeth's smiles end up looking like some kind of twisted smile. She was then taken to a cell, and her cuffs were finally off. Unfortunately her bag was taken which had mostly everything she had in it. Allison sighed disheartened that this was happening to her. She didn't know what she was going to do next.

 

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Bronagh rolled her eyes at Marina's response to her rant about looks and money, "I didn't mean easier in gain. I meant easier mentally. It would have been fine for me to look at myself and the morning and think "hey, that girl looks alright". The money thing, I really don't know. Maybe wealthy wasn't needed, just "family"."​

Bronagh took another bite out of the toast and stared at the toast listened to her​

"Judging by what Crestatia said yesterday, I would assume someone, or multiple someones, will have to do something noteworthy. There is no one individual particularly satisfying, which means, someone needs to become satisfying. Someone needs to show that they are a frontrunner. A person the players should vote for, since we are apparently the pawns. We must show her that we are worth keeping around and this experiment will probably last until someone does that."​

Bronagh took another bite out of the toast and said, "A person players vote for... I love thinking about that... we aren't, real." she put her toast down and wiped her face with a napkin. "We aren't real, we're just game pieces... how do you feel sympathetic or apathetic for game pieces? I mean... Prove what? Prove that we can put up a fight? That we want to continue on? I can't put up a fight, I'm a writer! I write words down! And I haven't wanted to continue on for years...not since my dad died..."​

Bronagh found herself putting her hand on her forehead and whispered, "I wonder what a real life feels like..."​

 

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xxxxx "A person players vote for... I love thinking about that... we aren't, real."

xxxxxIt is what Crestatia said, was it not? Survival meant existance, in addition to all that pawn and player talk. One could only inferance that it meant they did not truly exist. What did that mean for them? What happened to those that die?

xxxxx"We aren't real, we're just game pieces... how do you feel sympathetic or apathetic for game pieces? I mean... Prove what? Prove that we can put up a fight? That we want to continue on? I can't put up a fight, I'm a writer! I write words down! And I haven't wanted to continue on for years...not since my dad died..."

xxxxxMarina rolled her eyes. Sure, she did not fear the idea of death, but it did not mean she wanted to die. Anyone that spoke so freely about wishing their life was over was deserved it to be. They were wasting precious resources.

xxxxxBronagh found herself putting her hand on her forehead and whispered, "I wonder what a real life feels like..."

xxxxxShe placed the spoon in the empty bowl and her eyes darted up at Bronagh, giving her a fierce glare. "Oh come now. If it is true, and we do not exist, and survival means the elligibility of existance, then your father never really died. For his life was never really there. One person survives and is crowned the victor. All of this disappears because they will toss it aside like...well a gameboard. Being crowned victor means true existance, but she did not say where that existance was or if it was a joyful one." Marina stood, carrying the bowl to the sink. "She could also be lying. Crestatia could have said all that to toy with our heads and make us wish to die. Believe what you wish, but do not speak of how you do not care about your life in my presence again."

 

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Altair glance over at his awoken body and closed his eyes as he let out a sigh. Altair figured It was only a matter of time until Marcus decided to question what was going on. "well there is little to say, but to put it frankly mysterious occurrences have been occurring with me and my dear friend...as a matter of fact there is a bunch of us affected by this....one little message tied us all together and well...this happened" Altair said as he stood up and walked over to a nearby chair and sat on it. He didn't know if Marcus gained an email or not so he had to word it carefully. If Marcus got the email then the teen would have noticed the link, but if he didn't obtain it it would have been mere gibberish.

Resting his cheek on his knuckle, Altair casually smiled "I need to contact this person...to see if she was affected just like us...and to see if she is alright" Altair said calmly saying the last part with a sigh. "I need to see if we aren't the only ones affected by this" Altair said. Altair wished to say that it was also to determine if this was the work of his curse, but he decided to keep that a secret.

 

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"Oh come now. If it is true, and we do not exist, and survival means the elligibility of existance, then your father never really died. For his life was never really there. One person survives and is crowned the victor. All of this disappears because they will toss it aside like...well a gameboard. Being crowned victor means true existance, but she did not say where that existance was or if it was a joyful one."​

"She could also be lying. Crestatia could have said all that to toy with our heads and make us wish to die. Believe what you wish, but do not speak of how you do not care about your life in my presence again."​

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Bronagh shook her head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to really go off like..." she couldn't continue the sentence and decided to change the topic, "So, did the boy wake up? Was his body switched too?"​

Bronagh sat there, she felt uneasy. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, or had a plan set up. Bronagh didn't, she still had no idea what was going on. And other than being in the room with someone else, she felt alone.​

 

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xxxxx"So, did the boy wake up? Was his body switched too?"

xxxxxMarina turned away from the sink and nodded. "Yes and yes. He woke up after you went to sleep and is indeed someone else. Theodore appears to still be in bed, however. We should all probably head back to campus, but I feel it best to wait for him to awaken. Can not leave strangers alone in Dylan's apartment." This was probably the longest interaction she has had with a woman other than her mother in quite some time. Even those were rather short.

xxxxxShe made her way over to the small living room, leaving Bronagh alone in the kitchen. Marina decided to watch some tv and scrolled through her tumblr account. She left a message about sessions being canceled again for today and then went in search of that Cherno Plume person Benjamin had mentioned. There had been no word from he or Casey. Hopefully they were managing fair enough.

xxxxxHeidi took slow cautious steps from the staircase to the dorm room. Her heart pounded rapidly and she could already feel the sting of tears biting at the ducts. With knees shaking, she grabbed the door knob and turned it slowly-- almost praying that no one would be inside. With a slight creak, the door opened in front of her, revealing the bedroom. She swallowed hard before walking inside and seeing two figures. One she knew all too well, the other was unfamiliar.

xxxxxTears began to run down Zoey's face as Heidi started to cry. "Alt. . .air...?" she choked out. For a moment, she forgot all about the body switching. She just stood there in the doorway as all the torture she had been feeling over the last couple days rolled off of her.

 

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Altair merely sat there awaiting the reply of Marcus, but that immediately came to a pause the moment he heard the sound of his door being opened. His eyes shifted immediately towards it and Altair narrowed his eyes as the door opened up. A strange girl walked in, one that he never seen before. Before he could ask what she wanted Altair's eyes widened. The tears and the mere mention of his name immediately made him realize just who stood before him. "Hei...di" Altair said quietly.

Before he knew it, he immediately rushed off the chair he sat upon and suddenly embraced the teen "Heidi...its me, Altair...I'm sorry I left" Altair said softly. Those tears that he witnessed, though they were shed from another body, they still held their meaning. He had hurt the girl, and he could not forgive himself for such an action. How many people looked to him for comfort? How many times had he failed to fulfill their wishes? Just when will he be able to succeed? Altair would not let the chance slip by his fingers again.

 

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"Hei...di"

She looked up at the sound of the voice. It was the black guy in the chair. Heidi wasn't even given a chance to say more, not that she really could, before he was embracing her. Warm strong dark arms wrapped around her. Her heart skipped a beat and eyes widened. "Heidi...its me, Altair...I'm sorry I left" She sniffled and raised an arm to wipe at the tears on her face.

"I...I didn't...I didn't think you were coming back." She said shakily in Zoey's voice. Her voice had a higher pitch to it. It wasn't as soft, but appeared a lot more smooth-- even with Heidi crying. "Tyler...he helped me look and...and Anthony...he said he would look too. . .I. . .I. . ." she trailed off as more tears began to pour out. "Why. . .why did you. . .go?" She pulled away from him. Heidi wanted a better look at the person he was inhabiting. Then, she glanced over to his actual body. He looked hurt. Was Altair fighting with someone? He fought with his grandfather a lot, but it never seemed to be that bad. She bit her lip and continued to wipe away the slew of tears that poured over.

 

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When Cristina woke up in the morning, she immediately went to the restroom and looked in the mirror. She was still in Quin's body. She turned on the tap and splashed some cool water onto her face to wake herself up. It still hasn't ended yet, huh? While in the washroom, she decided to brush her teeth. Out of habit she went to grab her own toothbrush, Cristina's, but caught herself while doing so. She sighed. If I'm going to make small mistakes like this, I should probably stay inside until all of this is over. Finished, she walked out.

Before sitting back on the bed, Cristina had a sudden urge to draw so she went to grab her sketchbook and pencil case. She sat, leaning against the backboard of the bed, and propped her knees up high enough so that she could draw. Remembering how Quin felt about her scars being exposed, Cristina pulled the blanket over to cover just above her knees. Don't want her worry her right when she wakes up...

She quietly tapped her pencil on the sketchbook. What to draw?

 

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Letting go of the teen, Altair calmly watched as the girl began to cry her eyes out. With each tear the teen continued to feel more like crap and could bare to see her like this. "Heidi...something came up...something important I couldn't ignore...it was unexpected and my emotions took over" Altair said as he opened his eyes"I'm a pathetic person" Altair said as he walked up to her and wiped her eyes and placed one hand on her shoulder."You know...I could have continued my search to the very end but there was one reason I returned back to this place...Heidi...I came back to make sure you are not alone. I never wish to hurt you on purpose and as long as I have the ability to I will always be there for you" Altair said closing his eyes as he smiled "now quit crying you crybaby. Its a brother's job to comfort his sister...so let me do my job kay?" Altair said. He knew that Marcus was still in the room but he really didn't give a damn at the moment.

 

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If it were not for the fact that she was in someone else's body Daniel would go out and get some cigarettes, because after yesterday's happenings and waking to find herself still not returned to her body she could really use some right about now. She couldn't even take a shower, finding the fact she'd be washing Aileen's body too weird to do so.

So in the end there really was nothing to do but get on her laptop and browse tumblr until her room and body mate woke up. Though while doing so she was drawn to check her email.

"I wonder why taking our own lives is against the rules..." At this point she was talking to herself but if Aileen had woken up in time to hear it that would have been nice too. "What's this gibberish...."

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