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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 6/18/2013 ⧉ DAY▹ 4 & 1/4 ⧉ MUSIC​

MOOD▹ AWKWARD ⧉ LOCATION▹ INN∬DINING ROOM ⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

ACTIVITY▹ SOCIALIZING? ⧉ INTERACTION▹ SOPHIE ⧉ ❤▹ 1/10​

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❝ Aha . . . I suppose I lost my instruments too. Terrible business. ❞ Sophie sounded calm. That was too bad. Instruments were expensive, no matter what type. ❝ The cello, violin, and I also sing. ❞ she replied, ❝ I can play a variety of instruments actually, but the cello is my forté. ❞ That was kinda cool. She had never been able to get into the whole stringed instrument thing, and so many people just opted right for the guitar. Pierce respected those that played stringed instruments other than the guitar. She gave her an approving grin.

❝ That's cool, ❞ she replied, thinking of what else to say. Having conversations with people was something she struggled at and wasn't really ready to let it end. Sophie seemed to be a lot better at it, always having something to ask.

❝ Do you sing Pierce? ❞

A low awkward chuckle escaped her throat and she was pretty sure it made her look insane. ❝ Uh, hah... um, no not really. I'll sing along with things, when um, no one is around, but I've never really tried to sing. ❞ Her cheeks burned again and she redirected her gaze to the window and the fog. ❝ It's hard enough to t-talk to people. Singing... it's--it's another whole feat. ❞ She chewed nervously on the inner lining of her cheek. ❝ Um... What else do you do? ❞ Her brown eyes drifted back to Sophie. ❝I mean.. besides music. Other hobbies? ❞ Pierce was pretty sure she sounded as stupid as could be. Normally she would run and hide. The tension in her chest that always seemed to hold onto her while she talked to people was unbearable. She sort of feared Sophie--for some unknown reason-- and thought that chatting was probably safer than running and hiding.

 

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When Alex soon woke in the morning, the first thing he did was to check on his clothes from the last night. Though did fall asleep with them on, if it wasn’t for the fact that he woke up during the night, he would be wearing semi-weak clothing all day. They seemed to be dry enough, so it was time for him to make up for what he didn’t do yesterday and went to take a shower. ​

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He took his usual amount of time in there before coming out of the bathroom in his clothes. Now that that was taken care of, he could go get some breakfast. No doubt that they would be serving something by now. So Alex soon walked out of the room and headed back to the main inn.

Just like he figured, there was breakfast and usual line of people grabbing what they were going to eat. From what he could tell the line to get to what he actually wanted to eat didn’t seem that long. Before someone else cloud, he took a place in line and waited as the line moved.

 

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Spoiler: Blowing up Cars

".....well he is hurt...but at least this time it wasn't cause of a frigging explosion"

"yeah...at least he didn't blow up his own goddamn car..."

"damn it are you still going on about that car?"

"HELL YES! I MEAN WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT BLOWS UP A CAR?"

"DAMN IT OLD MAN I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE AND WHY THE HELL DO YOU CARE SO MUCH? YOU GOT A BETTER CAR!"

"I'M AN OLD MAN! I HAVE TO BE GROUCHY AND LOVE ALL MY OLD STUFF! THAT CAR HAD MEMORIES YOU IGNORANT DUMBASS"

"....urrrrrrrrggggggggg this is starting to take off in a magnificent way"

Another crazy dream entered the mind of Julius and immediately Julius sat up and held his head "Why the hell do I have these goddamn dreams of these idiots" Julius said with a groan as he stood up from his bed and immediately head into the shower. After some sexy Julius shower time the man got out and let out a sigh as he placed on his now dry clothes and glanced at a nearby mirror "well then another day...lets see what fate has in store for me" Julius said as he pulled up the eyepatch he held in his hand and tied it over his right eye.

Having fully awoken, Julius stepped out of the room he was staying in and stretched as he let out a sigh. Since he was so out of it the last day he never really took much notice to where they were. He had absolutely no idea where they were at and he found the whole scenario quite strange. At first he figured they would still be near the port, but this became invalid when he realized the Grants took them on what seemed to be an hour drive. The Grants were surly rich so he wondered why they didn't offer their home for rest and was curious about why they were driven an hour long.

Hunger was nagging Julius and deciding not to ignore it, Julius decided to ignore his thoughts for now and head off to find something for him to devour and fuel his stomach so that he would have the necessary energy to go about his day and be able to kick any ass that troubles him. He noticed a few familiar faces upon reaching the dinning hall and closed his eye and raised a hand "Morning Kiddos" Julius said happily to the others in the dinning hall as he got himself some food.

 

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⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ CONTENT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠​

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As the conversation continued, Sophie gathered that Pierce wasn't the best to continue carrying conversations, and her early thoughts of the girl mocking her were wiped clean.

"Uh, hah . . . Um, no, not really." That was actually a bit of a disappointment. Sophie pegged her as the singing type, though stage fright was probably something that got in her way a lot, "I'll sing along with things, when, um, no one is around, but I've never really tried to sing." It seemed that this was an embarrassing topic for Pierce, and Sophie wondered why. "It's hard enough to t - talk to people. Singing . . . It's - It's another whole feat." Stage fright, for sure.

"That's too bad," Sophie commented, slightly genuine, "Maybe one day you could sing for me."

"Um . . . What else do you do?" Pierce asked, and Sophie raised an eyebrow, "I mean . . . besides music. Other hobbies?"

Ah, this question. Sophie looked out the window and thought about it. It sure was a damper outside. She usually trekked carefully around this one, especially after the first time she had disclosed too much information.

"I write a lot, like to be outside . . . I also enjoy activities that have me active. I'm a fairly decent swimmer, which is one of the reasons I didn't drown yesterday." She almost felt sorry for the poor souls who did. Looking over at Pierce, Sophie internally frowned. "You seem unwell." she commented, "Are you okay?" Briefly, Sophie wondered if she was causing Pierce to be nervous, and the thought brought her a little pleasure.

"'Morning kiddos," Sophie looked away from her companion and up to see a man with an eye patch. She almost laughed. He had been one of the counselors, right?

"Good morning, Sir Patch." she said with an innocent smile.

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 6/18/2013 ⧉ DAY▹ 4 & 1/4 ⧉ MUSIC​

MOOD▹ AWKWARD ⧉ LOCATION▹ INN∬DINING ROOM ⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

ACTIVITY▹ SOCIALIZING? ⧉ INTERACTION▹ SOPHIE∬??? ⧉ ❤▹ 1/10​

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❝ That's too bad, " Sophie commented, ❝ Maybe one day you could sing for me. ❞

Pierce refrained from responding to that comment. That would never happen. She sang in front of no one and that was the way it would remain. Plus, Pierce was pretty sure she was a terrible singer. There had never been anyone to say otherwise, but it was just a feeling she had. The change in conversation was just what she needed, but it looked as if Sophie might have felt otherwise. She was probably imagining it.

❝ I write a lot, like to be outside . . . I also enjoy activities that have me active. I'm a fairly decent swimmer, which is one of the reasons I didn't drown yesterday. ❞ Sophie told her. She was going to comment on how she liked to swim too, and garden, but then the other girl spoke before she had the opportunity. ❝ You seem unwell. ❞ she commented, ❝ Are you okay? ❞

❝ I'm fine, ❞ she responded as the large eye patch wearing counselor that had spoken to her yesterday on the ferry entered the dining room.

❝ Morning kiddos, ❞ he greeted.

❝ Good morning, Sir Patch. ❞ Sophie said with an innocent smile.

❝ M-morning, ❞ Pierce replied. Maybe now would be a good time to leave. That other girl that had sat down awhile go remained silent the entire time they conversed and now with the long haired eye patch counselor Sophie would have someone else to talk to, but it wasn't like she had anything else she could do. All of her stuff was gone. Calling her mom would be pointless because she would be at work. Or would she? Mom knew I was coming home. Would she be sitting at home waiting for me after hearing the news about the ferry crash? Pierce chewed on her cheek some more before lifting her gaze to the counselor. ❝ Do you think we're going to leave soon? ❞

 

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Aislin awoke to her mind thinking upon the list of people who had died from the fire... she wondered how many more had died in the boat incident just yesterday. Then she felt her arm feel a slow numbing pain. She probably should have gone to get that checked out.​

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Confirmed Dead From Fire: 7​

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She could not remember the names of all the people but remembered the names being listed in alphabetical order, the first name being Alice. Aislin sat up in the bed holding her arm. She did not want to go back to the clinic... she could wait until she got home. Aislin forced a smile on her face and left the room she had stayed in.​

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Total Missing: 5. The big name being Kevin.​

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Aislin walked down to the dining hall. There seemed to be a conversation going on, and some else, her councilor Julius actually, seemed to have just been greeted as well, under the name... Mr Patch? Aislin giggled at that introduction and sat down at the table and smiled at everyone, "Good Morning."​

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Aislin quietly got herself food but had moved her left arm instinctively first and a pain jolted through her although she tried not to show it. She then got herself some food with her right arm. Shoot, how am I supposed to play drums now... I guess I could always play the cowbell...​

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Location: Downstairs
Mood: Wary/Eavesdropping
OCC: ?

Adrian had been listening in to Eyepatch's, Sophie's and Pierce's conversation.
❝ Do you think we're going to leave soon? ❞ Pierce asked
"Well we should." Adrian said, barging in, "Sorry if I might be rude, but the situation as it is severe. I'm no counselor, but considering how there's been a fire, and how our boat literally sunk to the depths of hell, its more than necessary that they should."

Adrian went over to Pierce and Sophie, as he continued, "But the circumstances are a bit odd. I do not like this place one bit." He said quietly, only audible to Pierce, Sophie and Julius, "I do not like these people. It seems like this has all been arranged."
"But hey," Adrian said in his normal voice, "We should be grateful to be alive."

Adrian lowered his voice one last time, but this time it was to Pierce.
"I'm sorry if this conversation might make you awkward, as well as our last, and I'm really sorry for acting stupid around you. I look forward to get to know you some other time, when you're comfortable."
He went back to where he was sitting, and finished his breakfast.

 

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The former counselor answered a little too cheerfully. "Hey there. My name's Bryan, was just here checking on her." Uh-huh. I'm sure you were. "What's your name again . . . ?" Quentin hesitated. "Quentin. Why did you want to check up on her?" His tone was guarded, but Bryan didn't seem to notice.

"I was just . . ." The boy had to think. Just thinking of an excuse? Quentin tapped his foot. "Well, I don't think she wants to see me, but I just want to make sure she's okay! Looking out for each other, she and I." Quentin was surprised at how honest it sounded. He tried to read the older boy's face, but got nothing. I guess he means it. Quentin didn't see a reason to check up on her with someone else, so he resigned himself to come back later.

"Alright. I should be going, then. Tell her I said hi, will you?" He spun around and headed toward his own room. The wetness of his clothes was starting to bother him, and he needed a shower before he met his girls. He heard a voice behind him, talking to Bryan. He recognized it. . . . Tucker? Good. He let his doubts drift away. Tucker wouldn't let anything happen.

He made it to his room without a fuss and called for someone to take his clothes to the wash. While getting undressed, he emptied his pockets and counted the things he had left. A few coins, a ruined MP3 player, and . . . A vial of dubious quality. He laughed and didn't stop for a good minute. It seemed this bottle would bring him back every time something happened at this former camp.

He handed his clothes off at the door and jumped into the shower. He felt much better when he got out and only then noticed the candles and continuous sweet smell in the room. He disregarded them. He picked up his Cupid's Brew and laid on the bed, thinking of which to use it on first. He entertained himself with thoughts of how Noëlle would act under its influence while waiting for his clothes to get back.

 

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Something grazed her face. Maria's eyelids slowly fluttered open and light poured in. She blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust, and then realized her hand had bumped her cheek. Her mind was foggy and her eyes wandered aimlessly, taking in the surroundings. Where was she? She lifted her hand to her mouth as she yawned and pulled herself upright. A sharp pain ran up her left side and she crumpled into a zigzag shape on the bed, clutching her side. A moan escaped her pale lips and she felt something foreign under her hands. Gingerly, she lifted the too large shirt that didn't belong to her--where did it come from?--to find that a large bandage had been wrapped around her abdomen. Her fingers trailed along the edge of her body and she felt what she thought must have been stitches. What happened?

She pulled herself up more carefully this time, making sure to keep her back straight. A pill bottle sat on the nightstand a foot away and she reached for it. The label read Vicodin and she unscrewed the cap, swinging her legs out of the comfy bed. Where am I? It was some sort of guest room, as far as she could tell. Maria carried the open pill bottle over to the bathroom. It had been used recently. Her stomach churned and she set the bottle down on the counter. Two glasses were sitting beside the sink and she picked one up, holding it under the running faucet. It filled quickly and she took two large gulps of fresh water, plucking a pill out of the bottle, and swallowing it down as well. Her side throbbed painfully and she set the glass back down on the counter.

Her hands wrapped around the edge of the counter and she looked herself in the mirror. She was a mess. Her blond hair was a wild tangled mess of bed head, dark purple circles clung to the underside of her eyes, there were small knicks on her face and her arms were bruised. Her throat burned, but the water helped with it. She felt sluggish and heavy, like there were weights hanging from her shoulders. Vague clips of memories drifted in and out of her consciousness. She remembered the fire and leaving the camp. The bus ride had been dull and filled with stupid boys clinging to her every dumb word. Honestly, she didn't understand why guys were so into the dumb girls. It was exhausting pretending to be an airhead all the time. It's what made talking to girls more appealing. She didn't have to pretend to be stupid because girls like to keep other intelligent girls around.

Her eyes were bloodshot from wearing her contacts for--how long? She needed her suitcase and purse. There would be saline solution for her contacts, eyedrops for her eyes, and her glasses in her purse. She could change out of these hidious clothes that she had not dressed herself in once she opened her suitcase. Maria turned on her heel and rentered the bedroom, only to find that a backpack was the only thing in the room with her, along with some clothes that clearly belonged to a guy. Was I kidnapped? She returned to the mirror and tried to refocus her attention. What happened after the bus? Her head ached and she hoped the pain killers would kick in sooner rather than later. The bus took them to the ferry. She remembered that. Maria remembered seeing Noëlle as soon as she boarded the boat. The smell of salt water had pricked her nose and she had breathed in a deep relaxing breath of fresh air after getting off that dank and stuffy bus. Noëlle. Talking to her had been nice. It was something she rarely did.

What happened next? Piecing her memory together was painful. There was something about water and she vaguely remembered drowning, but she hadn't drown in a few years. That couldn't have been right. She blinked and shook her head. There was nothing on her to fix her hair. Maria sighed before exiting the bathroom. Maybe someone else knows what happened next. She found a key card sitting in the room and walked out barefoot.

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The hall rounded to the left. According to the room number on the door, she was in 211. Was she at a hotel? As she came around the corner, her feet padding lightly on the carpeted floor, she heard voices. Maria gulped nervously, not sure of what might happen. To her surprise, there were two very familiar figures in the hall outside of someone's room. A flutter in her chest further proved that she knew the two men in the hall. ❝ Um- ❞ her voice cracked, ❝ Bryan? Tucker? ❞ She sounded unsure of herself and appeared rather small and fragile in the clothes that didn't belong to her and the unkept weakened state that she was in.

❝ Can someone tell me what's going on? ❞ Maria winced in pain as her elbow grazed the spot on her side. She crossed her arms and bit down hard on her lip to suppress the urge to cry out from the pain. That seemed vaguely familiar. Had she done it before? ❝ Ow, ❞ she muttered softly. Her ice blue eyes were filled with fear and pain. She had no idea what was going on, where she was, or how she got hurt. Did something happen to the ferry?

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✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 6/18/2013 ❖ Day: 4 & 1/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: In pain ❖ Interaction: Bryan/Tucker ❖ Location: Inn ✜ ​

✜ ❤: ✘ ❖ Activity: Patching Memory ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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Sir.Patch

It had seemed that he was only addressed by his eyepatch and though he was quite used to it he wondered if an eyepatch was so goddamn unusual to these blasted teens. Closing his eye as he held his temple, Julius shook his head. "daaaaaang I'd be much more nicer to be address on my dashing dazzling looks other than this silly old eyepatch" Julius said as he flicked the bangs of hair covering his head "I mean look at me, Its totally mind boggling that my eyepatch gets more notice than my own self...hell I'd dare say the damn thing probably gained more ladies than me....After all I can't friggin wink...it just makes people wonder if I'm blinking or winkin" Julius said nonchalantly with a smile.

Letting out a chuckle, Julius grabbed himself a plateful of food and head over to sit with the girls "Now putting away all that seriousness aside I'm glad to see you kiddos doing well" Julius said. Of course he never really knew some of them, but the fact that they came from a sinking ferry meant that some trauma might occur. Some of these people were quite familiar to him, but he barely knew any body at the camp. Aislin had just joined, Alex was over getting food, and the girl he met on the ferry was a part of the group as well.

Taking a bite of his Canadian bacon, Julius swallowed and looked over at Pierce as she asked her question "well now I cannot say for sure, but there is nothing to fear, I'll get you kiddies home" Julius said taking another bite of his bacon. He felt quite sorry for these kids and all he truly wished was to get them safe at home. Their parents surely must have been freaking out after hearing about the ferry incident.

 

⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ AMUSED / ANNOYED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

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"Daaaaaang," Sir Patch began, "I'd be much more nicer to be address on my dashing dazzling looks other that this silly old eye patch." Sophie couldn't help but laugh. First impressions were important, to her, and he had made a good one. She liked him a good deal already. "I mean, look at me, it's totally mind boggling that my eye patch gets more notice than my own self . . . Hell, I'd dare say the damn thing probably gained more ladies than me . . . After all I can't friggin' wink . . . It just makes people wonder if I'm blinking or winkin'." he said with a smile.

Sophie laughed again, smiling at the man, "I'll remember to address you more properly in the future, Sir Dashing Patch." she replied.

Another person walked into the room. "Good morning." Sophie recognized the girl but didn't care much to try and put a name with the face at the moment.

"Good morning," she replied simply, returning her attention to the somewhat relieved-looking Pierce.

"Well we should," Sophie sighed at the next voice that entered the fold. It belonged to that pathetic girl's brother . . . Adrian. That was his name. "Sorry if I might be rude, but the situation as it is severe. I'm no counselor, but . . ." He was annoying.

Hadn't he been the one to make that speech yesterday, or something about treasuring life? She couldn't remember. Someone had told her about it and she had a good laugh, wondering if he was as hilarious a specimen as his sister.

"Grateful to be alive, indeed." she replied morosely. Sophie watched as he leaned in to say something to Pierce and she narrowed her eyes slightly. No, she didn't like him, and could tell he was going to be a great annoyance to her. She usually snuffed annoyances out.

She listened to Sir Dashing Patch reply to Pierce's question and her like of him continued to grow.

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 6/18/2013 ⧉ DAY▹ 4 & 1/4 ⧉ MUSIC​

MOOD▹ AWKWARD ⧉ LOCATION▹ INN∬DINING ROOM ⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

ACTIVITY▹ SOCIALIZING? ⧉ INTERACTION▹ MANY ⧉ ❤▹ 3/10​

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❝ Good morning, ❞ came the sound of another voice as a girl, Aislin, entered the dining room. There was another boy she recognized getting food as well, but his name was slipping her memory.

❝ Now putting away all that seriousness aside I'm glad to see you kiddos doing well. ❞ said the counselor. He sat down with a plate of food and began to eat before adding, ❝ Well now I cannot say for sure, but there is nothing to fear, I'll get you kiddies home. ❞

❝ Well we should. ❞Adrian said, barging in. When did he get here? Her face paled and she slunk down in her chair as he continued. ❝ Sorry if I might be rude, but the situation as it is, is severe. I'm no counselor, but considering how there's been a fire, and how our boat literally sunk to the depths of hell, it's more than necessary that we should. ❞ He had a point, but she would never say that. ❝ But the circumstances are a bit odd. I do not like this place one bit. ❞ He lowered his voice so that no one outside of the dining room could here. She didn't like it either, and clearly niether did Sophie. ❝ I do not like these people. It seems like this has all been arranged. ❞ Arranged? Pierce wouldn't have gone that far. That made it sound like someone purposefully sunk the ferry in an attempt to abduct them and whisk them all off to some unfamiliar town, and for what? It was true that these people made her feel uncomfortable, but that seemed a little extreme. ❝ But hey, ❞ Adrian said in his normal voice, ❝ We should be grateful to be alive. ❞ Grateful to be alive--that's what Sophie had said as well.

Adrian lowered his voice again, but this time it was for Pierce's benefit. ❝ I'm sorry if this conversation might make you awkward, as well as our last, and I'm really sorry for acting stupid around you. I look forward to get to know you some other time, when you're comfortable. ❞

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Her whole body began to change colors and she buried her face in her hands. How embarrassing. Why would he say something like that right then and there with everyone around. There was no way she would ever be able to speak to him. He made her feel so awkward. A chill ran down her spine and her mouth dried. Pierce suddenly felt unbelievably parched and she fumbled for the glass of milk she had on the table, almost knocking it over. Her breathing was shallow and ragged and her hands trembled as she lifted the cup up to her mouth. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and blood pounded in her ears. Dear God just kill me now. She set the glass down by her empty plate and swallowed the lump in her throat. ❝ There's... There's g-gotta be some way... some way to go home. ❞ She refrained from making any sort of verbal acknowledgement in regards to what Adrian whispered to her. Toni said she should be open with him, but that was not something she was with anyone.

 

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It wasn't too long before he got to the food selection. There was a bunch a stuff that he actually wanted and some things that he didn't. Fortunately there was more than enough things for him to eat. In the end he chose some waffles and sausage before leaving the line and finding a seat. Finding a place to sit wasn't too hard this time, especially since this time he actually chose to sit closer to some others people. ​

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"Morning Kiddos"​

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There he was, the leader of Cabin A being his usual self. "M-morning." ​

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"Good morning, Sir Patch." ​

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He didn't know the girl who said that, but couldn't help but lightly chuckle at it. A man with a eye-patch. That was pretty much how he saw Julius for the most part. Not that there was anything wrong with that. It was one of those things that made his limited time in Cabin A interested.​

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Since it seemed that there was no more introductions, he took the first bite into his waffles. There wasn't a doubt in his mind about them getting back home safely. The real problem was that how long would it be until the could head back home.​

 

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--- Ipod Shuffle --- Mood: Hurt --- Outfit --- Day 4 --- Location: Inn Dining Room---​

Aislin attempted to listen to all the conversations going on but lost track of one between a girl and Adrian when her arm started hurting again. By the time she got herself back into the conversation the girl's face was buried.​

❝ There's... There's g-gotta be some way... some way to go home. ❞​

Aislin couldn't help watching the girl tremble the way she was and she spoke, "Hun you will make it home, I promise you, but are you alright? You look like my grandmother did when my uncle came out of the closet at age 38... reaction wise..." Aislin then continued right afterwards and spoke, "Does anyone know what happened to the other groups... at all? Were they rescued last night?"​

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 6/18/2013 ⧉ DAY▹ 4 & 1/4 ⧉ MUSIC​

MOOD▹ DYING ⧉ LOCATION▹ INN∬DINING ROOM ⧉ OOC▹ PFFT, AISLIN. OMFG!​

ACTIVITY▹ FAILING ⧉ INTERACTION▹ AISLIN ⧉ ❤▹ 1/10​

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❝ Hon you will make it home, I promise you, but are you alright? ❞ came the sweet sound of Aislin's voice. Pierce uncovered her face in time to hear, ❝ You look like my grandmother did when my uncle came out of the closet at age 38... reaction wise... " Aislin then continued right afterwards and spoke, ❝ Does anyone know what happened to the other groups... at all? Were they rescued last night? ❞

Pierce stared at the girl blankly. She didn't even know how to respond to that. Her head moved up and down slowly. She was pretty sure she was nodding, but all rational thinking had vacated her mind. If it wasn't for the fact that they were having a semi-important conversation, she would be fleeing the dining room so fast right now. Pierce refilled her glass, all focus on her hands, nothing else. She was afraid something might happen if she tried to do anything aside from that. When the glass was full, she set the pitcher of milk back down on the table and hesitantly glanced over at the blond girl with the cropped bangs. ❝ Not as far as I know. Haven't even seen Garth since the boat. ❞ What did happen to the camp leader? The tension in her body tightened. Something was seriously wrong with this place. ❝ Maybe... maybe it's not safe, ya' know, to talk... out here? ❞ She gulped. Pierce anxiously began to pick at her fingernails. Anxiety was overwhelming her.

 

Lexi Brians

Outfit|Location: Inn|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Inn|Music|Mood: Neutral|OOC: N/A​

Before Lexi could react to Stratana's scared reaction, th latter lunged forward and kissed her. Lexi didnt resist, nor kiss back. She just waited for Stratana to be done, and then she looked at her. "Okay, what the hell was that? Seriously, if you don't roll that way, then stick to your story! I don't need anyone to throw away their own morals just to please a friend." She rubbed her temples.

There were massively mixed feelings right now. She still had a small crush on Stratana, but she just wanted to be friends with her at the same time. Stratana had remarked she didn't like those things, and Lexi was fine with it, but this was different. It was... It was odd. "Look... I'm going to go eat... I need some time to think... Just..." She got up and heade to the door, then stopped and let out a sigh.

"It's fish FINGERS silly." Natalie said when Sebastian returned. He was being really sweet, looking out for her when he didnt have to. "So... Any reason you're looking out for me this much? I mean, I DO appreciate it, but it seems odd. We only met yesterday." Natalie ate quickly. She was REALLY hungry, as she hadn't had dinner the night before.

 

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--- Ipod Shuffle --- Mood: Embarrased --- Outfit --- Day 4 --- Location: Inn Dining Room---​

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❝ Not as far as I know. Haven't even seen Garth since the boat. Maybe... maybe it's not safe, ya' know, to talk... out here? ❞​

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Aislin was silent as she listened to this response... it wasn't safe to talk out there? Why? Was someone going to swoop down and steal all their information? Aislin looked around at the room then turned back to the girl tilting her head, "O-okay?" She watched the girl pick at her fingernails... Aislin felt a nervousness from watching it, what if the girl was picking at her nails and they got infected, or just totally ripped off by accident. She had no idea where that visual popped up. Then something popped into her head and she spoke, "A-Ah I forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. My name is Aislin and I like ducks."​

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Aislin's eyes widened at her last statement and she reached her right arm out and covered her forehead, "Um... um... ignore that... last... part..." Aislin placed her head down on the table clearly showing her embarrassment. She had no idea where the duck part even came from and she just had no idea how to recover from it.​

 

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✧ location: room // inn ✧ mood: embarrassed ✧ theme: do you want some tea? ✧​

✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ​

✧ ooc: brief, suggestive // mature theme i guess...? ✧​

Richie[/url] awoke feeling refreshed and alert. His limbs felt much better also, which was an added bonus. He pulled the covers off of him, then realized he fell asleep in his clothes... boy, he must smell pretty bad. After existing the bed and slipping into the complementary slippers that came with the room. The front of the pale blue slippers were decorated with little candies, like lollipops and gumdrops. It was sooooo cute, in fact Richie was probably going to keep these after his time at the inn ended. He looked around his room, which was much more empty than he thought. Where was all his stuff...?

...Oh shit that's right! Fuuuuuuuuck... his Cupid's Brew, his BonBon, and all his clothes were probably at the bottom of the sea! He groaned heavily, and counted to ten calmly. It was fine... it could all be replaced, it would just take some time. Wait, most importantly, his pills! He quickly searched his pockets and discovered it in his back pocket. They were perfectly safe in his air-tight container. After the tightness in his chest faded, Richie headed into the bathroom and stripped. These clothes... they were the only thing the boy could call his own anymore (at least until he returned back home). He turned on the water and stepped into the shower, sighing softly. He allowed the warm and relaxing stream to envelope him. It was all so soothing, and especially after the past couple of days he survived through. He was so tempted to... pleasure himself to relieve all his bottled stress. But alas, he wasn't in /quite/ the mood for that sort of action. Maybe another time...

After he finished scrubbing himself clean, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped his waist with a towel. He slipped back into his slippers and picked up his clothes. These were pitifully disgusting, and he slept in this? Ugh, even after his shower, he still felt pretty gross. He stepped out of his room, which made him slightly embarrassed. He was shirtless, and the only thing separating him from utter public embarrassment was a thin towel. Great... but what other choice did he have?

Richie walked into the dining room area and took a seat in one of the vacant chairs. There were others in the room that he didn't recognize, which him feel even more uncomfortable. However, despite this, a few faces stood out like Elisa, Tucker, Bryan, and Quentin. However, they were engaged in conversation and it'd be rude to interrupt. They all looked like they enjoyed each other's company... he frowned slightly.

...He really hoped nobody was staring at him, and most importantly, judging him. He swallowed hard and allowed his eyes to focus on the folded hands that rested on his lap.

 

⎝ DAY 4┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HALL ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊CONCERNED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊?? = Tucker ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Bryan continued to talk to Tucker in the hallway outside his sister's door, hoping she would come out soon. For some reason, earlier, Quentin didn't seem so happy with him and Bryan wondered why.

Their conversation was interrupted by a cracking voice, "Um - Bryan? Tucker?" Bryan looked over his shoulder again and saw a girl with long, blonde hair. Maria was her name, and Bryan recognized her from the previous years at camp. She didn't look to good at all; Bryan frowned.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" she asked, wincing.

"Maria . . . Are you alright?" Bryan asked, making his way over to her, "You don't look too good," He wondered what was wrong with her. She had gone to the clinic yesterday, hadn't she? He remembered seeing her there, for sure. "We're at the inn that couple led us to yesterday, don't you remember? The ferry sank and we all almost died . . ."

 

『WEATHER』 FOGGY 52°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/18/2013 - 10:23AM ✖『DAY』 04​

Her body jumped with a sudden jolt, and she was thrown out of sleep and into awareness, gasping. Nausea swept over her, and her hands trembled, which seemed like a normal thing lately. Her entire body was sticky and clammy, and she realized that she had fallen asleep in her soaked clothes. Thick strands of hair sparkled with the salt from the sea, and her throat felt dry, eyes burning.

Slowly, her palms flattened against the top blanket of the bed and she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her knees ached and her skin felt scratchy and agitated. Memories of last night came back one by one, and she fell deeper and deeper into melancholy with each one. Her eyes drifted to the window, past the blinds, and took in the thick fog. The sight only cemented her mood, and without further delay, she draped her legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed some clothes from her bed and making her way to the bathroom and past a burned out candle that smelled of honey and vanilla.

For a moment, with the cute pastel shower curtain and the wide variety of potent soaps, shampoos, and lotions to choose from, she forgot where she was. The water was soothing on her tired, aching muscles and her hair felt much lighter after a vigorous washing (though the color was darkening).

A prolonged look in the mirror prompted her to smile, just for practice. Her eyes felt heavy, and there were small bags beneath them -- but nothing to too bad. Right now, she just had to focus on staying positive and finding something to eat.

Finally, she left the steamy bathroom wearing something new (it was wet, too). Her hair, now a messy gradient of brunette (at the roots) and pink, lay piled on top of her head with a black scrunchy.

Quickly, she grabbed her room key and shoved it into her pocket, kicking her bag safely under her bed and ignoring the bottle of Proenzen, though her head hurt a bit and her shoulder throbbed uncomfortably. Her body shivered with the thought of that ... doctor, and reminded her of how urgent a thing it was to get out of Bentley.

❝. . . we all almost died . . .❞

His voice reached her just moments before her door was pulled all of the way opened, and her heart sank a bit. Bryan, Tucker and Maria all stood outside of her door, which alarmed her a bit. Her lips pressed together in thought, and then parted. It took her a moment to gather enough enthusiasm ...

❝Good morning, everyone! ... What's going on?❞ She asked, nervously.

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