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After a....very strange occurrence, Altair walked back with Heidi and Marcus back to his dorm room. His question was answered and it seemed Casey Heckles was a participant of the game. Altair need to talk to the boy, but at the moment it was far to late for that. For now they returned to his room "alright we shall be staying here for the night and tomorrow we shall plan out something" Altair instructed as he sat on a nearby chair.

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"GOOOOOOOOOD DAAAAAMN IT HURTS" was the first thing Casey yelled out as he awoke. His body was at its limit and it was now punishing him for this. Every single movement hurt and it was definitely no way he was doing anything today. With a groan Casey fell fast asleep once more.

 

Marina walked into the empty double bed dormroom. Bronagh's roommate was gone and to that she was gateful. It was bad enough that she had to spend so much time with the damned girl and now would have to share a room with another. It was disgusting, to say the least. Completely and utterly disgusting. She was so fed up with Bronagh's body. Marina missed her beautiful glorious one. She missed the looks and attention she received in it. No one even gave her a second glance in this phisique. She grumbled her distaste to the empty room and rifled around for something to wear to bed.

She pulled the hat off of her hair (why on Earth would someone wear such a hidious hat?) and noticed the indentation on her forehead, in the mirror. How had she not noticed it before? There was a mark above Bronagh's right eyebrow, near the hairline. Marina inspected it thoroughly, eyeing it speculatively. What on Earth? Whatever. It didn't matter. She pursed her lips and noticed the light on her phone flashing. Marina crossed the room and picked up the phone, glancing at the sender. Olivia? What could she possibly want?

She sighed. It was probably for the best. They all needed to gather. To discuss the events that have transpired as of late. Shrugging, she tapped out a quick reply. So she was in Benjamin's body? He had never returned her message. Maybe she should send him another.

She set the phone down on the nightstand and crawled into the bed that she had awoken from the day prior. This whole ordeal was rather taxing on the mind. Marina yawned before closing her eyes and nodding off for the night.

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"alright we shall be staying here for the night and tomorrow we shall plan out something" Altair said as they headed back into his room.

Heidi nodded. He had told her before that sleeping in his bed was okay. She felt bad though. She looked to him for confimation before walking over to his bed and getting in. Zoey's long hair seemed to get in her way and she had to try her best to move it out of the way in a fashion that wouldn't be so bothersome. Heidi closed her eyes, mumbling good night to Altair and Marcus.

 

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It was silent for a very long time and Aileen found it extremely awkward. She assumed that Daniel was thinking about things, and perhaps she didn't even hear what she had said. Aileen decided to let her roommate think to herself for a bit. If she was ready to discuss something, she would have spoken already.

For some reason she always felt tired. She didn't know if it was a side effect of the body switching ordeal, or whether Daniel was always tired, but she was definitely not used to it. Aileen could feel herself dozing off again. The girl pulled her blanket over her and closed her eyes. These lazy days have to end. Once I'm back in my body, I have to get my dance schedule organized again.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti raised an eyebrow at Olivia's unsteady voice, not expecting this sort of reply. Miss Olivia was assertive, well with her words, did that mean that this wasn't the Olivia she had met before?

" Miss Lein. " she said with more clarity, " I did not recognize you with such a . . . different appearance. "

Kallisti stared at her, and then realized that she was doing so, and looked away. There was something different about her, though . . . The air around her, perhaps? Her manner, tone of speaking? Kallisti visually frowned. Did this mean that Olivia didn't switch bodies? That made little sense.

" . . . You are Miss Olivia? " her device asked, " I will be honest, I was expecting you to be someone else. Odd as that sounds. " And then her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Dear Miss Lein,​

I request you visit the dining hall tomorrow for a discussion, if possible.​

I understand you are not in your body, and this may be a different person. If so, I ask you to deliver this message to Miss Lein, and you are also cordially invited.​

Mr. Jackson's presence.is optional.​

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-- Olivia​

Kallisti looked back up at the person who occupied Olivia's body. " You are not Miss Olivia. " she said, " I thought not. Who are you? "

Harley came up to stand beside her, seeming to have a looming, needing-to-get-something-done presence.

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It worked about as well as he expected it would. "You are not Miss Olivia," the girl typed, looking up from a cellphone. "I thought not. Who are you?"​

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"I figured I wouldn't make a very convincing Olivia," Ben replied. He lowered his voice, not wanting to draw anymore attention to them. "My name's Benjamin Ross, or Ben, if you prefer. I'm a student at the academy, if you couldn't already tell." He scratched the back of his neck. "As you can tell, Olivia and I have had our bodies switched. And I assume the same thing happened to you, since you also received the email?"​

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Ben couldn't help but smile a bit at his luck. He hadn't planned on seeking out Kallisti or Harley so soon, but Fate had another plan. "I wasn't expecting us to meet, but you might be able to help me. Are you familiar with the name Cherno Plume?"​

 

Theodore shrugged and went back to bed. lol

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Shocked at being pushed into the room and forced to lay down, Eleanora stayed quiet. She wasn't sure what Cherno meant by not having time for pleasantries. There was always time! ...Being cheerful just didn't feel right in this body, though, and it didn't help that her head was pounding terribly. She nodded carefully at his words. It had just occurred to her that not only was the world gray, but also...much quieter. A bit boring, really...This empty feeling paired with Cherno's words lead her to a terrible conclusion...She was magickless, for now.

She pulled his body further up upon the bed and curled up slightly like an overgrown child and sighed.

"My...My name is Eleanora," She corrected...Again. "If you are having trouble controlling the magic, I suggest using my wand! It's white, and should be in the pillowcase...It takes a tremendous amount of focus at first to quiet everything down, but try not to fight it all of the time, okay? My wand will help you channel it."

She didn't want him suppressing her abilities.

Suddenly, the bed became extremely comfortable and she found herself dozing off a bit. What did he mean about protecting her? For John...? The thought made her a bit queasy and increased the pounding in her skull. As she closed her eyes, trying to ignore her body hovering over her, she wondered if she was really okay with all of this, and if things would be back to normal in the morning...

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }​

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xxxxxxxxxx " I figured I wouldn't make a very convincing Olvia. " she replied, and Kallisti wondered who was really in her body. Her voice then went quiet, and she took this moment to sit down at the table and drag Harley down with her, " My name's Benjamin Ross, or Ben, if you prefer. "

. . . If you prefer? Kallisti almost smirked, but she disliked that facial expression,

" I'm a student at the academy, if you couldn't already tell, " she continued, " As you can tell, Olivia and I have had our bodies switched. And I assume the same thing has happened to you, since you also received the email? " How had she - or . . . he? known that? Did he know Miss Olivia, had she told him? How very odd that he also had his gender switched; it must be very strange for him.

" Yeah. " Harley said, his tone slightly sharp, " The both of us have that email. "

Ben seemed to smile, and Harley didn't like it. " I wasn't expecting us to meet, but you might be able to help me. " Oh, this oughta be good, " Are you familiar with Cherno Plume? "

Kallisti pulled up her device, " Yes. " it said, " But what would you like with him? "

Harley looked at her face and her suspicion was riled. He placed a hand on her leg under the table and she looked at him with a half-glare, / half-frown, " Yeah, we know Cherno Plume, he went to school with us. He's here, on campus you know. "

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Bronagh was still sitting on the bed with hands over her face and thoughts rolling through her mind. She almost shut down thinking about everything.​

The first thing she did was open her eyes and stand up, she took a deep breath and listened to the silence.​

I thought I was going to wait until I got into my body to do anything.​

This isn't MY body, I want to be in MY body to do anything.​

Bronagh brought her hand up to her lips, she felt them trembling. Why was everything irritating her? Why was she getting so stressed out?​

This isn't MY body​

Bronagh felt tears come to her eyes, she wanted to cry at that moment. She wanted to cry everything out.​

THIS ISN'T MY BODY.​

Bronagh stood up straight, the tears in her eyes were gone. She didn't cry, it was almost as though she... shocked it out of her system.​

That's right.​

Bronagh sat down on the bed again, looking up at the ceiling of stars. Something inside her hurt, but that was probably all the built up emotions. Bronagh went to lie down and go to sleep, but as she was lying down she
felt something inside her enrage.​

Oh my god, maybe I am going insane...​

"If you are coordinating this game right now Crestatia, you must be paying attention in some way... Although, if I were in your position... maybe I wouldn't pay as much attention as I'm hoping. I don't know. You said it yourself, none of us are satisfying enough. You say you need a winner. I don't have anything to lose at this point, and I'm willing to do whatever you want to be satisfying enough. But I hate this goddamn body I'm in... granted there is nothing wrong with it, it's a healthy body. But it's not MINE."​

Bronagh closed her eyes and fell asleep, at this point she couldn't stay awake.​

It's only insane if it doesn't work.​

 

Eleanora.
Eleanora. He would have to remember that name.

A wand? Of course. He needed to try and find a way to control all of this. Huh. Could it be used to fix his memories . . . or talk to the dead?

Would he even be able to use the magic? He barely believed in the supernatural. It was mostly all garbage. Mumbo jumbo. But with everything that had been going on, he felt as if he should at least try and see what sparks could fly.

He decided to go back and check te pillowcase tomorrow. He needed rest too. He moved to one of the chairs in the room and sat on it, watching as Eleanora contorted herself childishly in his body. It felt so very unreal to him. All of it did. Only recently, with his loss of memories, did he feel as if he was in another person's body and world. Now he quite literally was in another body.

. . .

Cherno gazed at the sleeping Eleanora with lowered, calculating eyes -- those of one who had seen far too much. Voices and feelings nagged at the back of his head. It was as if he was surpressing the very liveliness of his own body with his consciousness. Would his dreams be different?

He had to remember that he was talking, and had been talking, to a witch here. One of the supernatural forces in this terrible game. She was the key. Cherno was in an advantageous position. What a terrible thing for the girl.

. . .

She looked cold. Maybe it was just looking at his own body, so grey and pathetic like that, as if it were the complete opposite ofthe own body he found himself in.

Cherno grumpily rose and walked over to the lanky Eleanora. He sighed. Remember to protect her. And the others. He took the blanket and slowly draped it further across the sleeping girl, making sure she was warm.in this winter.night. Cherno knew his body did not store heat well.

On the bedside table, he picked up his phone and pocketed it. He moved back to the chair and curled up into a ball, slowly dozing off.

Tomorrow he would try and figure out more of this body business.

 

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"Yeah, we know Cherno Plume, he went to school with us. He's here, on campus you know." Ben narrowed his eyes. He supposed this must be the Harley Jackson Olivia mentioned. At least, it was his mind in someone else's body. There was something about his tone that just bothered Ben. From what he could tell, the feeling seemed to be mutual. He focused back onto Kallisti. She seemed polite, at the very least.​

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"I've been trying to speak with Cherno for the past few days," he told her, "but I haven't be able to contact him, even by going to his room directly. A friend of mine has been investigating the email through her own methods, so I decided to try and collect information about it. When I asked Olivia on her knowledge of Cherno, she told me that the only two Bellhurst students she knew were you two."​

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }​

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

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xxxxxxxxxx She saw Benjamin glare at Harley and she mentally sighed; did her cousin make enemies with everyone before they even started going to school together? She was tempted to rub her forehead, but she was focusing on what was in front of them.

For what reason was this boy ( in Miss Olivia's body, she might add ) looking for Cherno? Did he know him personally? It didn't really seem like it, Kallisti thought, but she wasn't much into Mr. Plume's personal life, and with him having amnesia, really, anyone could know him and he wouldn't protest - he might question, to figure out if he really did know them, but . . .

Collecting information? What for? Was it only Cherno, or was Benjamin's . . . "friend" collecting information on all of the students that attended Bellhurst? It sounded slightly paranoid, but Kallisti thought, that with everything that had happened these last twenty-two days - had it really only been twenty-two? It felt like months, really - she felt that she had the right to be even slightly paranoid. Not to mention her . . . grandmother being the headmistress - but why would she want information on them? Surely that woman knew everything there was to know about Kallisti Lein and Harley Jackson, as well as her other students.

" You didn't exactly answer her question. " Harley said, his face passive, and his tone easy.

She looked up at Harley, and then back at Benjamin to shake her head. She typed quickly into the device, " I have Cherno's number. " it said, " But surely the boy is asleep at this hour, and I would not be able to contact him until tomorrow. Of course . . . I could message him. "

The device was placed on the table and she pulled out her phone, tapping in the pass code. Harley had already said, it, but she typed in a message to the phone, and held it up for Benjamin to read, " You have not replied to my question, forgive me for saying, " it read, " I would like to know why you want to contact him. Not to be rude, I promise you, but I am very . . . cautious when it comes to those of the e-mail. Please understand. Why would you like to contact Cherno Plume? "
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Kallisti had typed a message for him and held her phone toward him. He stifled a sigh. He supposed he could empathize with her. He knew of John Quincy's death, but who knows how many other recipients had been killed because of Crestatia's game. "I already told you, I'm trying to investigate. I don't know anything about the email other than what it says within it." Except for what had happened in that dream, but wouldn't want to mention it to anyone other than ones he knew had been there at that table.​

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"If it's Cherno you're worried about, I'm not targeting him or anything," he told her. "I only chose him at random out of the recipients who weren't from Brookridge. That's all." He looked at the time and realized how late it had become. "I ought to get going. You can tell Cherno that I was looking for him, if you want to." He forced down the final sip of the foul liquid and exited the coffee shop.​

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He threw himself onto the bed when he returned to Olivia's room. He checked Olivia's phone, and saw two new messages. The first was from Olivia, on his phone, of course. They would meeting in the dining hall tomorrow? He supposed there wasn't much of a better choice on campus. The second was from Marina, asking about his condition. He quickly typed up a response:​

He sighed. Perhaps they'd cooperate more at the meeting tomorrow, if Olivia decided to invite them. He quickly changed into a night gown, and pulled the covers over himself. Knowing his luck, tomorrow would be a long day.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }​

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

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xxxxxxxxxx That had certainly been . . . eventful, Kallisti could not deny. Perhaps she had acted silly? She hardly trusted a soul.

Harley had not said a single word to her, aside from her not going back to his room. Why, she wondered? Was he worried for her? Tomorrow . . . Would she tell Cherno he was being looked for - randomly apparently - by a boy named Benjamin? She didn't know.

It was late, she realized, when she had practically been carried to Harley's room on his back. Tomorrow was that meeting. What for? To finally have all of the transfers and the natives in one room? Well, those from the e-mail, anyway . . . She sighed. To discuss things? Lacey's Diner came to mind - who had called that meeting again . . . ? Something had happened that night . . . Besides the two people dying . . .

Meetings, meetings, they were always bad. Kallisti almost did not want to go. It seemed that whenever they were gathered in one place, bad things happened. Knowing her luck, something bad would happen. Would someone else die? She didn't want to think of it, but it was a real possibility.

When had she become so paranoid?

Harley had still not talked to her, how strange. Save good night, their conversation had been kept to a minimum, just as she had wanted. Still, sleeping in the same room as him . . . It was strange. She didn't trust him to not do anything, but . . . He had simply . . . gone to sleep.

Tomorrow, she would message Cristina about the meeting. Probably after getting sick in the restroom. Oh, she hoped Harley wouldn't see that . . .

She was asleep in a matter of minutes.
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OH? INTERESTING...
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DAY 23​

December 22nd, Saturday​

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[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : WE HAVE TO STRIKE UP SOME SORT OF DEAL TO RETURN TO OUR BODIES? ]​

[ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ]​

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

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xxxxxxxxxx It seemed to be the ungodly hours of the morning when Harley opened his eyes. The room was still dark, but there were traces of the dawn colors shining through the blinds. He guessed it was about 5:45am. His first thought was " Why the hell am I up. ", and then his second thought was " Hell, I'm still in this body. ".

. . . This was starting to become ridiculous. Day three of being in this body, what would it take to get out of it? Was there some sort of invisible counter ticking away that when it was up, they would return to normal? Or was there something else that they had to do in order to get back to themselves? What kind of something would it take? Harley sat up in the bed and stretched, thinking about it more.

What would it take . . . AHG, it was too early for this shit.

Over on the next bed, the tiny, not-figure of his cousin slept. He leaned over the side of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, and his face, though in the dark, looked thoughtful. How was she coping with being mute? Well enough, it appeared, but . . . How long would well enough last?

That he had heard of, none of the recipients of the email had gone insane. Who would be the first to? These bodies, surely this switch was meant to drive them off, somehow. The days before, Harley feared that he was actually going to lose it, but then this body-switching thing pretty much saved him. And him losing it, wasn't just screaming and breaking down - no. It was a full-on rampage; you got in his way, you might was well get on your knees and rip off your own head.

. . . Theory, of course, theory.

The light was becoming brighter out, and Harley stood from his bed, stretching out his shorter-than-normal legs. This felt like a good time to shower, and so he did. Nothing like a hot, relaxing shower in the morning to slap someone up. Looking a bit like a wet dog - damn this dark hair - Harley dried himself off and wrapped the towel securely around his waist, going to his laptop at his desk that he hadn't touched in days - weeks even.

Well . . . pretty much since he'd gotten that email. He updated Tumblr every now and then, but it was only with photos and other things he found nice. But this time, he thought that he'd write a bona fide text post. When looking at his actual blog, he chuckled a little at his sidebar image; Kallisti, a picture the old woman and Aunt Lilith had made her take a year or two ago, before that little . . . thing happened.

He put it there just for the hell of it - and mostly because it was his favorite picture of her. Creepy, huh? To like your cousin a little too much. Harley wasn't into incest, thankfully, and not that it would really . . . count in this case, but that was a hush-hush thing, and the old lady would flip if he ever said anything.

Harley leaned back in his chair after making the post and sighed. October . . . It wasn't autumn, but he liked October, what a great sound it had. Harley opened iTunes and scrolled through his unusually large library. October, there it was.

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Ah . . . This music was beautiful. This song held fond memories for him; one of the few times that a mutual get-a-long was between him and Kallisti. If there was ever a time when the two of them could become the best of friends, it was when they played music together. It was sad that it couldn't be all of the time, or forever . . . Eighty-seven days left.

He wondered what it would take for someone to win this game. Would they have to strike a deal with the devil herself? What would she want?

. . . Harley would have to try it some time.

8:30am rolled around, and Harley was dressed, rethinking on possible ways to get his body back. " Alright, Crestatia, what is you want? " he thought to himself, wondering if she could actually hear his mind, " What could you possibly want? You're a demon, what do demons desire? Flesh? Amusement? You've already got both . . . Well. " He sighed to himself. What would a demon want?

Kallisti stirred in her sleep. Today was that meeting, but Harley had other things to do . . . He would go, if only to see that she was safe, but he had to find Elizabeth Evans, he needed her to help him. They were going to get Allison out of jail, even if it had to be at the expense of some of the policemen's lives.

He chuckled at that last thought.

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Marcus was going to sleep in a new room again. This had to be some kind of record. Well for him at least the room was very toasty so he had no trouble getting to sleep. He settled into his couch spot and let sleep envelope him.

Morning rose up and he rubbed his eyes blearily, the others were still asleep. Being thirsty he quietly got up and got a quick glass of water. He shut the faucet off as soon as he could, it sounded so loud in the dead silence of morning. When he finally set the glass down he deduced that Heidi and Altair were friends who had gone through something that made them set up some kind of makeshift sibling bond. Marcus was a little envious. But aside from that emotion he felt something else for their situation. He wanted to help them. And not because he was some bored kid. But because he felt moved, inspired even. They sounded like they were still in trouble, he would talk to them later about joining them if they wanted an extra set of hands.

 

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It was a pain, waking and being unable to get answers from Allison. But no matter where she looked she could not locate the one who had control of her body. And just like that an entire day had been wasted.

Now, on a new day, Elizabeth learns that she, in her body no less, had been taken into custody. This would have been just fine if it were not for the fact that they could switch back at any given moment and Allison didn't know a thing about Elizabeth, not to mention she probably didn't know how to use Elizabeth's master poker face which would undoubtedly be useful such a situation.

And though she was not exactly sure who Harley was she felt safe enough going to The Heliocanthea, dressing in clothes stolen from Allison bags. Well, were they really stolen if she was Allison herself at the time being? It hardly seemed to matter either way, so little thought was spared on it before the girl headed out.

Luckily for her the garden was close to the girls' dorms so she was able to arrive without wasting much time, checking her, er...Allison's watch to verify this; it was coming up to nine o'clock.

 

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Bronagh woke up with a headache, staring at her picture of the mystical mountain on her ceiling.​

Wait, MY poster?​

Bronagh shot up immediately, looking around and seeing her room and laughing a little bit. She ran over to the bathroom and saw her reflection and laughed again, "I'm back! Wait... where is my hat?"​

Bronagh brushed her hair and put her hat back on and walked over to get her phone. She looked at it but she refused to open it up and read messages yet. She saw that Marina's things were still with her, which she wasn't surprised about that.​

"Wait, I'm back... did that mean you heard me or did everyone happen to switch back today?" Bronagh sighed, "It could be both too... I better get these things back to Marina."​

Now I owe her but what do I owe?​

 

Marcus headed into the room that held his couch after finishing off his glass of water. His fingers slipped into his pocket and he removed his cellphone that Altair had thankfully brought along. He sighed in relief, this thing could identify him, he actually smiled at the scratches that had formed over the screen since the time he'd first gotten it. The litte lines on the cover weren't bad, they were really seeable to a very observering person or himself. He cleared his head of all thoughts and settled into the cushions, tapping away quietly at the screen. It was basically a little shout out to his mother and father. There was no way he could deceive them with this obviously deeper voice. His face flushed lightly at the thought of even trying. His first smile since this whole thing happened, it etched on his face as he thought of what his father would say. If the man would even pick up.

With that done, Marcus began to let his mind wander, keeping it on a tight leash though, and tying it to a cord that was connected to his central thoughts. Which was the hottest topic his mind would even be aloud to think of. This person named C. These Bellhurst kids. And just what the hell was going on. Even he was surprised at the weird going ons with Brookridge's bigger neighbour, Coy City, but he simply assumed that it was just a series of bad luck. Cities and towns get hit by nature, some survive, some don't. Keep on trucking. But if C was powerful enough to switch the living SOULS! out of people, then hell, that could have been her controlling the wether. Marcus glanced at the sleeping forms of the two people he'd met just yesterday. The crap that might have gone through must have been bananas. He wouldn't feel right just playing video games while his life ticked away and these guys, and possibly others, were suffering at the hands of some supernatural being.

Marcus felt Altair's brows drop in a frown. But what could he do!? He was barely out of middle school. Had done nothing with his life except dedicate it to his country. But he was too young to do anything but join clubs and programs for kids with his intention. His breath escaped in a sigh. His eyes looked but didn't see anything but what his mind allowed, he had to think of something. After, it was just a game. And Life was compared to a game all the time.

 

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[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : ELIZABETH AND HARLEY, QUITE THE TEAM ]​

[ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ]​

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

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xxxxxxxxxx His Tumblr post had been more successful than he thought. He figured maybe someone would tell him where Elizabeth-Alli was, but he hadn't expected for "Alli" to reply so quickly. This was good because they could get stuff done today, and had the time to do it.

Surely, between the two of them, they could bust "Elizabeth" out of jail.

Kallisti would be up soon, so Harley had to hurry so she wouldn't ask any questions. He grabbed some notebook paper and began to scribble a note for her. When done, he read it over once to make sure that he wasn't giving away what he was doing. He wanted to be with her today, but frankly, he didn't want "Miss" Olivia's blue-blood stare looking down at him.

He got that look a lot, actually. Who knew that fine-breeding could look so different from the norm?

After placing the note where it could be found, Harley gave one last look around his room. After leaving the boys' building, he headed for the Heliocanthea, where Elizabeth probably already was, and walking around for a bit, his guess was right.

" Good morning, Alli. " he said to her, " Lovely day to wreck shit, isn't it? " he sat down on a bench near her, " I'll be honest, I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm sure you do, so we need a plan. What's the plan? " He hadn't really thought about it, come to think of it.

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