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Friends. Why didn't that feel good while it felt comforting? Stratana bit her lip. "Okay, that's fine with me. I could really use a friend." She had a sudden vision of herself meeting lips with Lexi and this stimuli was the force that brought her to the reaction of trying to pull back her hands. Unfortunately, as she tried to pull away, she gripped Lexi's wrists back mistake, pulling the girl closer to herself. She didn't mean to make it happen when those sweet soft lips met her own, but it happened; and she didn't pull away from that. 'Why?...'

"I am crazy. Madder than a Hatter and jumpier than a March Hare. But at the same time feeling as sleepy as a Dormouse..." He laughed and nestled on top the sheets. He didn't dare go below the sheets; there were limits. Going under the sheets would raise the temperature radiation by sufficient degrees and rose the chances of making contact with Natalie's legs dangerously high. "Are you quite tired yet? Also..." He chuckled. "You've probably been getting the Doctor Who references, but "Alice in Wonderland" isn't as likely. Perhaps. But I like the actual book. I read it for the first time with a real Alice." He gave a thought.

"Have you seen a girl who's rather much taller than anyone else? Black hair, haunting expressions?" He inquired. He hadn't seen Alice since they left for the woods that night, and he was beginning to fear the worst.

 

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--- I have no info for this day I believe-​

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"Um, I-it's f-fine...S-so, A-aislin. "W-what was y-your room number?" ​

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Aislin felt a little bad still for walking in, she looked down at the room-key number and spoke, "Um, 10, I thought 18 said 10... sorry." Aislin was a bit number dyslexic, but it never really effected her, when it did it would be numbers like 12 and accidentally seeing 21. She sighed a bit and held her left arm as she replied, "So, I hope you didn't get seriously injured during that Titanic moment... or the fire. I haven't seen anyone in the cabin since I left the group during the scavenger hunt."​

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It took Aislin a little bit to recognize that it was Alex in the room. She then thought back and wondered how Adrian and Julius were doing and hoped they were still around.​

 

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◀ ACTIVITY⦂ SUPERVISING ✎ INTERACTION⦂ DOCTOR//MARIA ▶​

◀ ☼ ✐ ♫ ✎ LOCATION⦂ CLINIC//INN ✐ DAY⦂ 3 & 4/4 ▶​

◀ ❤ ?? ✐ MOOD⦂ WATCHFUL ✎ OOC⦂ ✘ ▶​

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" AND SO IT BEGINS... "​

Erik followed the group that went to the clinic so that he could keep a watchful eye on them. Something about this whole thing seemed wrong. Nothing added up. He waited til all the kids were seen and then safely brought over to the inn. "We can keep her here for the night if you would like to turn in as well." Came a voice as the receptionist stepped into view.

"No I'll wait." He had nodded off in the waiting room when a cough jolted him awake. The doctor that had helped carry Maria away was standing there with the young platinum blond beside him. His hand was clasped over her shoulder and she looked completely out of it, like a walking corpse. "Is she better?"

"She will be."

She didn't even seem to be hearing them. Was that from the pain killers they no doubt pumped her with? "I'll take her now." Erik jumped to his feet and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Carefully he walked her back across the street and to the inn. Maria didn't say a single word the whole time.
When they reached the front desk, they were given a room key. Erik guided her to the designated room and unlocked the door. Maria had been cleaned up in the clinic and that seemed a little... wrong? Indecent? Unnatural? He wasn't really sure but it left an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. There was someone already asleep in the room and he guided her to the vacant bed.

Erik grabbed a pillow and blanket from the bed and made a makeshift bed on the floor. He slipped into the bathroom and took a quick shower before returning to the bedroom. The girl was asleep in bed by the time he was out there. He laid down on the floor and pulled the sheet over his head before falling asleep.

She shut off the bedside lamp. If anyone was sharing a room with her, she wouldn't be bothered when they turned on the light. Exhaustion was overwhelming and it sucked her into sleep as soon as she was situated comfortably in the bed--which didn't take much work at all.

 

Tucker reentered the loby of the inn, with a towel draping over his shoulders. He came from the room he requested and the bathroom before that, having showered off all the sea water from both his body and clothes separately - but with nothing to change into, he ringed his tank and shorts as much as he could before putting the clothes back onto his body. The fabrics stuck to his skin a bit, specifically his striped tank top. He decided against putting his polo over it since he wanted it to dry so he hung it on the window of the room he got from the eccentric inn keeper, Cane, before he headed out.

He looked down at the towel over his shoulders, making sure it covered his chest area before he looked up at the lobby. Students were around, just lunging and most of them coming from the clinic. He pressed his lips together at the thought. He made sure that he didn't go to the clinic, insisting he was fine when others asked. His left hand grabbed the wrist of his right. It was a little swollen. It was his right hand after all that clung onto the railing when ferry when it flipped over, and carried all of his weight before crashing into the water. He was kind of surprised it wasn't broken, with braking his wrist so many times before... but really, he was surprised he hadn't broken anything.

He took a step forward, wanting to check if everyone was alright. That's the reason he didn't head back into the room and be alone for a moment, even though he really wanted to. He was shaken up about everything - mostly because a lot of things just brought back familiar nightmares but he had a responsibility over these students and he wasn't going to let them down. He noticed Richie on a chair. Tucker immediately remembered their little... accident in the taxi cab. He still wasn't exactly ready to speak with the boy again, having felt completely violated back then, but he hated being awkward with the students - with anyone, really. Plus it really was an accident. He was about to go over to the boy, but the memory just kept going back to him. He couldn't take it. Perhaps it wasn't the time to go socializing after all.

The young counselor closed the door behind him securely, before he grabbed the hems of his striped tank top and pulled the piece of clothing off of his head. His arms dropped to his sides for a moment, lingering on te thought of sleeping without a shirt on. He moved towards his window, catching a glimpse of his reflection on the glass. His bare chest decorated with scars from the past. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at himself before he shook his head and hung his tank top covering the reflection. He undid the button of his shorts and pulled them off and hung it on the window as well. Quickly, he walked over to the bed and wrapped himself in the sheets. He closed his eyes, but it seemed to take forever for him to fall asleep.


Elisa found herself in the clinic as soon as the car arrived in the area they were to stay in. She held her shivering bony arms as a nurse approached her. "What do you need?"

The nurse's voice was really blunt and matter-of-fact. It kind of put her off, but she wanted to stay polite so she looked up with a small smile and said "I just hit my shoulder kind of badly in the wreck. I'm sure you know about it, um. Here." she said timidly, she leaned to her side to show the nurse her right shoulder. It was bruised quite badly, with tiny cuts decorating it. It wasn't anything bad and blood wasn't dripping off her shoulder or anything, but the teen kind of thought it was good to have it checked since it hurt so much.

The nurse didn't really say much but went off, grabbed some bandages, medicine and an ice pack. She applied the medicine on her cuts - which STUNG. Elisa winced at the pain but stayed relatively quiet. It felt like rubbing alcohol or salt on an open wound. After, the nurse wrapped the bandage around her shoulder and then handed her the ice pack. "Keep it on the bruise." was all she said before leaving her again.

Elisa blinked as she sat the for a moment, holding the bag of ice in her frail hands. That was a weird nurse. Polite, she supposed, but weird nonetheless. She shrugged it off and got to her feet as she walked into the lobby of the inn and to the receptionist, asked for a room key and after obtaining said key, she walked through the hall searching for the room number, muttering the number on the key as she walked slowly, clutching the ice pack over her bruised shoulder.

She found it by the end of the hall, creepin into the room and shutting the door. She then placed her green military bag on the floor and went to bed. She made sure that she lay down on her side, so she didn't have to keep holding the ice pack. It rested between her shoulder and the comfy bed. She fell asleep only seconds later.

 

(*) Inn (*) Mood: Relieved (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: (*) ​

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"Um, 10, I thought 18 said 10... sorry."​

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"O-oh, t-that makes s-sense." It wasn't like he didn't have his share of stupid moments and he wasn't planning on making her feel bed. He had enough trouble talking to girls as it is, the last thing he wanted was to have one start hating him. ​

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"So, I hope you didn't get seriously injured during that Titanic moment... or the fire. I haven't seen anyone in the cabin since I left the group during the scavenger hunt."​

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The Titanic, what a appropriate name for what had happen. "J-just a few bruises here and t-there." Come to think of it, he hasn't seen that many people from the cabin either. He was sure that they were here though, that much he could guarantee. "W-well I'm s-sure Julius and the others m-made it here." He wasn't at all worried about Julius, he seemed like the type who could easily handle himself in times of a crisis.​

 

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--- I have no info for this day I believe-​

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"O-oh, t-that makes s-sense... J-just a few bruises here and t-there...W-well I'm s-sure Julius and the others m-made it here."​

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Although she hadn't said her thoughts out loud, she realized the scavenger hunt comment at the end indicated her being nervous about the fates of the others. It took her a moment to realize that Alex had been stuttering a lot. Was she making him nervous? Well she did barge into his room unexpected, unannounced, and woke him um. Although Aislin herself wouldn't have been this friendly, she would have kicked the trespasser out at this point, and for that she was grateful.​

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Aislin let go of her arm and smiled, just glad to be talking to someone, "That's a good reassuring thing to hear. I'm glad you didn't too injured." She said as she raised up her arm in the temporary cast then set it back down. "I hope we get home soon because honestly... I um, am starting to get a little homesick. I mean, at camp I was fine, but here in a place I do not know..." Aislin looked down and spoke, "I am missing my older brother."​

 

Richie had almost fallen asleep several times as he sat on the sweet-smelling chair. His eyes felt heavy, and they were drooping on and off. No one seemed to want to talk to him, which was okay with him. He was too tired to be in the mood for chatting, anyway.

With the nurses gone, and the secretary obviously not giving two sh/i/ts about him, Richie had to help himself
up out of the chair. His legs still felt wobbly and unstable, which made the boy nervous. He would've asked someone around him for help, but he imagined they were just as tired and cranky as he was. Plus, it'd probably be too troublesome as well. He sighed gently, and slowly edged his way to his room.

Shoving the key into the door, Richie practically ran and collapsed onto the bed as he opened it. It felt so plush, and it smelled like sugary lollipops. Stripping off his disgusting clothes, the green-eyed boy curled into a ball under the covers. It wasn't really cold, per se, but his drenched clothes certainly made it feel that way. At last, Richie allowed himself to fall asleep.

He felt it wouldn't be a very peaceful one though.

 

(*) Inn (*) Mood: Relieved (*) Music (*) Outfit (*) OOC: (*) ​

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"I hope we get home soon because honestly... I um, am starting to get a little homesick. I mean, at camp I was fine, but here in a place I do not know..."​

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That was understandable. They were only planned on going to camp and yet here they are in a nearby inn. Who wouldn't be nervous in a situation like this. Hopefully they would only be here until they could get a ride back home. ​

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"I am missing my older brother."​

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"Y-you have a brother?" Not that is was shocking to find out that she had a sibling, it was just that they're never really talked much even during their brief time at camp. Now Alex didn't have any sibling of his own, aside from a few cousins, but they weren't important in this instance. So he couldn't genuinely give her comfort, but he could still understand how she felt. "I see. W-wonder what m-my mom's up to now?" Talk about her brother had brought up thought about his mother and what she was going through right now. No doubt she would worrying for his safety like a mother would.​

 

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--- I have no info for this day I believe-​

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"Y-you have a brother?"​

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Aislin signed for a moment before she continued, "Yeah, I do. His name is Redmond. I call him Red. He is...wow...27? He is exactly 10 years older than me. I won't bore you with a story but he is one of my favorite people, he has always been there for me. My parents travel the world a lot so Red is in charge of me until I turn 18... at least while mom and dad are gone."​

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"I see. W-wonder what m-my mom's up to now?"​

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That question actually provoked her to think about her parents too. After a while she turned her attention back to Alex, "Well I hope she is doing well. If anything, she may be thinking about you, I have no doubts the accident has been mentioned to our families at this point."​

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Aislin yawned and smiled at Alex, "Well, I am sorry for intruding. I really enjoyed talking to you. But I am gonna hit the hay. See you later." Aislin said as she walked out of the room closing the door behind her. She quickly made her way to the correct room and opened up the door. When she got in the room she decided to take a shower(leaving her broken arm outside the shower the whole time) then she headed to bed in the room. Curious as to whether or not they would get home as she fell asleep.​

 

Lexi Brians

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

Natalie Williams

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

Lexi was pulled into Stratana's face, and they ended up kissing. Lexi pulled away after a few short seconds, but... It had felt nice. Before she could stop herself, her instincts took over and she pulled Stratana in for a kiss.

It was an odd sensation. She felt a sort of... Pity for this girl. She was kind of shallow, and yet... Her naivety made her seem innocent in a way, as if she had no idea what she was doing. Lexi wanted to teach her.

"...Was her name Alice? Because... Well... I checked the list of those missing and deceased, a-and..." She stopped... She couldn't say anymore. "Sebastian... I'm so sorry, but Alice is gone..." She let the quiet truth sink in. She hadn't met Alice, but anyone dead was just a tragedy, especially when she had seemed to be liked a lot.

 

As Aislin told her tale, Alex remained silent as he listen. When she finished, he gave her a quick wave as she left. The next thing he did was to change out of his current clothes and head for the shower. Upon getting out, he got into his sleepwear and went to bed.

 

Brick analogies could have met for either one of them. Sebastian and Stratana let out simultaneous "What's?" in unison, while in two different rooms, but for very different reasons. While Sebastian was met with grief, Stratana was met with melting pleasure. Separately, they had their own issues to deal with.​

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Stratana Aria​

Location: Bentley Grove Inn<>Clothes<>Song<>Mood: Confused<>OOC: You know what the song is without clicking it; click it anyway.​

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Stratana murmured her "What?" Before her lips were smooshed together by Lexi pressing against them. It was spectacular. All the time she'd ever been kissed, and now it felt like this was her first kiss all over again. It felt so unhindered, so...so... right. Tentatively, she laid back with the kiss and closed her eyes. Releasing herself from the kiss, she looked up at Lexi, and the last sight she saw that evening was of Lexi's eyes staring back into hers as Stratana's eyes fluttered into a closed state. She fell soundly asleep, thoroughly exhausted from the day's events and consequences. "Sleep... here..." She managed to mutter before losing consciousness to the stern master Sandman.

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Sebastian Sonata​

Location: Bentley Grove Inn<>Clothes<>Song<>Mood: Lost<>OOC: Listen to the song while you read this. And as of now, all three of my Characters are asleep.​

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Sebastian, meanwhile, was trying to join the words "Alice" and "Gone" in the same sentence with proper cognizance, but all the same found himself incapable. He didn't want to tell Natalie what Alice meant to him: How Alice had been his first kiss in his first summer at camp; how she'd been the first girl he'd fooled around with the next after that; how they saw each other every summer afterwards until the last when a mutual want to go further prompted an eventual shyness on Sebastian's part. Instantly his mind raced back. They were standing in the shallows of the river... Sebastian was standing there in black boxers and black socks...and Alice was standing, up to her ankles in water, ...standing... in less... she'd looked so beautiful there as the moon kissed her pale skin and gave it a glow as the water trickled around them both. He'd tried to move closer to her... to feel her closer than he'd ever felt her before... but his current state of virginity spoke for the fate of that evening.

And Alice never held it against him; she was always just as kind... just as forgiving, but Sebastian's words to her grew less frequent that last summer until no words were passed at all. Was it because she'd been so much taller than him that he felt anxious that night? He couldn't answer for himself, since the blood in his heart began to boil. "Gone..." He said aloud. It was then that he silently snapped and fell backward, his consciousness broken as he passed out from initial shock. His breathing was easily apparent and unfettered, but the suddenness of it was certainly without warning.

 

Lexi Brians

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

Natalie Williams

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

Natalie looked at Sebastian. "Sebastian... I'm so sorry..." She said quietly. She lay down and hugged him as he slept, so if he woke up he would know he wasn't alone. As time passed, Natalie grew tired, and she eventually fell asleep, holding Sebastian tightly.

Lexi smiled at the sleeping figure in front of her. "Stratana, you're silly." She pat her head and went over to the next bed, just to give Stratana some room. They'd spend the day together tomorrow. They both needed it right now. She closed her eyes and slept, ready to tackle tomorrow.

 

⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 17TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ INN / ROOM ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = QUENTIN / PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

❝ ＷＨＡＴ ＡＮ. . .ＵＮＰＬＥＡＳＡＮＴ ＳＵＲＰＲＩＳＥ. ❞​

Eventually, Sophie let Bryan talk her into going back to her room because there had been a boy two that seemed to make him uncomfortable for her. How silly. A knight in shining armor? Please.

She had been sleepy anyway, and when she went up the stairs and walked down the hall, she found . . . Quentin? He was leaning back against the wall, next to one of the rooms. Sophie walked over to him and bent down, realizing that he was asleep. Out here? What a weird kid. she thought to herself, unconsciously poking at his forehead. He really was a handsome boy. It would be an interesting experience to sleep with him. Was he a virgin? Sophie could usually tell, but it seemed a bit different with this one.

Sophie smiled slyly and leaned into him. "I'm interested in you," she softly whispered into his ear. "You should be scared."

When she was bored of the sleeping boy ( which was about five seconds later ), Sophie entered her room, getting ready to strip her towel when she saw a girl sitting on the second bed of the room. Sophie immediately felt irritated at having to share a room, but when realizing who it was . . . She smiled. Like most recent things, Sophie couldn't have planned this better herself.

"Good evening, Pierce," she said, making her way over the edge of her bed, "I would have dressed more appropriately if I'd known I'd be sharing a room with someone." That was a lie, but it was nice to say, anyway. Not to mention, Pierce wasn't much more dressed either, which pleased Sophie.

She was sleepy, and there would be tomorrow to talk to Pierce and get to . . . know her more. Sophie slipped under her covers, removed her towel ( she often slept nude anyway ), and fell fast asleep.

 

Alice Requiem​

Location: Hospital<>Clothes<>Song<>Mood: Hurt<>OOC:​

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Alice blinked. First one eye, then the other in a mismatched sequence that lacked all synchronization. It was the typical way in which many of the human race find themselves awakening from a comatose state; very different than the portrayal in movies where a person suddenly wakes up and lovey-dovey scenes occur. For Alice, the process was slow, as she felt like she had an exterior skeleton on parts of her body while others felt like they were rubbery and itchy. The one similarity between her life and the scenes of melodramatic movies was in fact one key element: Love. As Alice finally awoke, feeling her chest expand, within the confines of a medical gauze wrap casing, and fall while her lungs started to make their presence and function known, she tried to look around but could not quite seem to be able to move her neck. This was because her neck was held in place by a brace, connected to a bed that she happened to be lying in. She didn't have to look around to know there were people in the room, and soon, she heard voices.​

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"Paul...? Paul? Paul! I think- I think she's" A female voice she recognized as her mother's, but in absolute hysterics. "Quick! Get the Doctor! A nurse! Somebody!" Alice closed her eyes. This was all so confusing. In the blackness, she felt warm lips press up against the small area of forehead that was not covered in medical patch-up tape. She knew those lips; she knew their signature. Her mother was really there.​

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"Mom...?" Alice choked out, not quite realizing it was her that spoke. Her voice was hoarse and muffled. How long had she not used her voice?​

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"My baby!" It was so heartfelt it was nearly laughable, but as the elder Requiem sobbed, she wrapped her arms round her child as much as machine wiring and covers could allow. "MybabyIthoughtIlostyouthankGodyou're...you're okay..." Dauna Requiem's sweetly soprano, matronly voice broke with sobs as she babbled with incoherence beffiting of the moment. Alice heard footsteps. She opened her eyes to see a bright light peering down at her. Behind the source of it, a tiny silvery pen, was a shadowy blur that was but an outline of a person, but was certainly not here mother.​

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"I'll go get Dr. Gram right away." Said a young male voice she didn't recognize dictated to someone she couldn't turn to see. "You're an incredibly lucky little lady." She felt the words were directed at her. It was funny; it'd had been years since anyone had called her "little" save for hurtful irony.​

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"Don't worry, honey, the Doctors are going to take good care of you." She heard her father's wizened voice. To Alice, he'd always sounded like that one actor... oh... who was he? Her mind was in a fog. Liam Neeson! That was it. The times she'd pointed it out to him made her giggle, but not now, because it hurt to breath, let alone laugh, she remained prostrate. He never believed her, but she knew she was right. But his voice was always "Daddy" and it always brought her comfort. She expelled the air in her lungs; one good breath while others were insufficient.​

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"We're going home to take care of you once you've healed enough for you to leave." Dauna followed Paul. "You're safe now, sweetie. We love you so much. We were so scared when we heard about the fire and that you were missing."​

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"Luckily the firefighters found you in the woods. You'd suffered severe burns all across your bod-" He was interrupted.​

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"Please, Paul, she's been through enough. She knows what happened." Her voice was quick, but not reprimanding.​

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"Right. Well, they rushed you to the paramedics and then you were brought here. Your mother and I have been coming here everyday to check in on you for the past couple of days. You're mother has pretty much been living in that chair over there... but you probably can't see that just yet." Dad was right. All Alice could see was a small span of bubble styrofoam tiles that made up the ceiling and the corners of certain machines she assumed must have been keeping her alive. And she thought of her Mom's determination. Other Mom's cared for their children, but Mom's like hers were practically parasites that fed on love, happiness and safety, without trying to take those things away, but rather, create the opportunities for them.​

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"When we get home... Can we call Sebastian to make sure he's okay..." Alice croaked. It was terrifying to realize just how horrible she sounded. It felt like words were sandpaper to her throat and breathing was a four letter word to the base of her jaw. "There were so many others in the fire... but there's something I have to tell you, Sebastian..." She broke the flow of her speech as though she were addressing Sebastian, rather than mentioning him. She knew it too. She tried to correct herself by saying his name over and over again. "Sebastian...Sebastian... Sebastian... I have to tell Sebastian..."​

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"Sebastian..." was the last he heard, before waking up in a fright. A beautifully constructed dream it had been, but Sebastian knew as he tried to fall back asleep, that it was nothing more. "Gone..." He said one last time before dozing back off.​

 

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⎝ DAY 3┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 17TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CLINIC / INN ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊SLEEPY ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

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Through out his time spent in the dining room, Bryan had really been hoping that his sister might show up. He wanted to talk to her, but . . . Bryan sighed.

After sending Sophie to her room ( she'd only been wearing a towel, christ! ) and then the other campers to their rooms, Bryan headed up to his own, wondering what he was going to do about clothing tomorrow. Eugh, speaking of clothes, his were all dirty . . .

He headed to the shower for a hot one and then slipped into some boxers that weren't sopping wet. With a sigh, he wondered if he'd get the chance to talk to his sister tomorrow.

Counting off in his mind, Bryan was asleep by the time he started counting down from one hundred.

 

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Ever since joining the camp Julius realized he had grown to be a bit soft and now was the time to change that. As he walked into the inn, Julius lazily got himself a room and headed up to the room that he was assigned to. Once there Julius collapsed on the bed and let out a groan as he removed his eye patch and held it tightly "man this is a pain in the ass" Julius muttered as he closed his eyes.

He began to wonder about the kids and with that he merely let out a sigh. Though they were teens and the fact was that hardship for them was likely, he did not wish for them to face a hardship such as this. If they wished to relax an d have fun then they did not deserve to feel the fear of death. With this thought he realized he needed to be much stronger and knew that this task was certainly not one that he could do alone.

Opening his eyes, Julius stared up at the ceiling and let out another sigh as he gripped the eye-patch in his hand tightly. "man...I hate freeloading..." Julius muttered closing his eyes as he fell asleep

 

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⎝ DAY 4┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HALL ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

It was early by the time Bryan woke up, and it surprised him a little; he expected to wake up at least during the late morning because of all the craziness taking the energy out of him yesterday. It was still hard to believe that the ferry tipped over! What were they supposed to do now? How were they supposed to get home? He wondered how worried mom was and if . . . No. He shook his head. There was no point in thinking about that. It usually only made him angry.

Bryan looked across the clothes he had laid out over night to dry and picked something that wasn't still a little wet. Eventually, he settled for a ashen green shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and dark gray Converse. He left his room and trotted down the stairs to the front desk.

"Good morning," he greeted, smiling at the girl named Cane. She just looked at him and he fumbled a little under her somewhat-harsh gaze, "E - Err . . . Could you tell me Noëlle Chamber's room number?" Bryan averted his vivid green eyes from meeting hers. She didn't seem to be in such a good mood.

After getting the room number, he trekked back upstairs and walked down the appropriate hallway, only to see someone was sitting in front of the door. Bryan frowned. What the heck . . . Oh, it was that boy that was talking to Noëlle yesterday in the clinic. Why the heck is he sitting out here? Maybe he . . . shared this room with Noëlle and she locked him out? The thought made Bryan laugh a little. It did seem like something his sister would do . . .

With a shrug and then a sigh, Bryan knocked at the door, hoping his sister was willing to see him.

 

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

⎛ MOOD ‖ THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ NOTHING ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING !! ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠​

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ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ.❞​

Slender fingers traced over the brand/tattoo that decorated her left collarbone. At the sight of it, Sophie sighed and turned away from viewing her nude body in the mirror. Some time after going to sleep, it seemed that someone had taken the liberty of cleaning her clothes for her, and so most everything was . . . dry. It only added to her dislike of the place, but at least she had clean clothes.

After dressing, Sophie wondered if Pierce had seen the mark, but decided it wasn't worth getting worried over. No use in hiding what can't be hid in the situation. She looked over at the sleeping girl and admired her face. From their past years together at camp, Sophie had gathered that she was a fearful, shy, scared-of-social-interaction kind of person. How did she manage sexual situations? She doubted the girl had even had any of those.

She removed a stray hair from Pierce's face and smiled mischievously.

Too early to prod at her in her sleep. Sophie decided she would get to know her first before trying anything too drastic.

What were they supposed to do now, she wondered? Sophie wouldn't be able to contact anyone outside this private island because her phone was dancing in hell, and she had a feeling the natives wouldn't do much for her with communication. The situation was both a blessing and a curse; on one hand, she didn't have to go home to see her parents ( living in a big house meant she never really had to see them anyway ), on the other, she would be making her beloved worry. Beloved. Ahaha. What a joke.

Sophie's face didn't brighten up as it did when she laughed.

The too-sweet smell of pastries baking was lightening her head a little. Why did everything around here smell so damned sweet? It was like they were trying to cover up a more foul smell ( one created by foul activities ) by drenching this place in a grandmother's sweetshop/bakery perfume. Either way, it made her hungry. Before leaving her room, she dried off her black book and found ( "What a pleasant surprise." ) that she had put it in a ziplock bag; both her special pen and her book were safe from the water.

Both in hand, Sophie traversed down the stairs and into the inn's dining room, flipping open her book and beginning to write.

Spoiler: Writing

CAN'T SEE THE FONT?​

June 18th, 2013 ♤ A foul situation​

It seems that I won't be returning home for a while, which is both a good and a bad thing. I have a feeling my beloved already began to miss me from the day I left. Let they be in wanting, that's more fun for me.​

I had expected to spend my summer at Camp, but it seems that fate has different plans for me and a few other people. Two bad situations happening in a succession? If I didn't know better, I'd take a gander and say they were planned. By whom? My money might be on someone like Garth. But no, he has always been a relatively dependable man.​

They were saying that a cigarette was the start of the fire. That could mean one of two things: One, the cigarette was dropped by someone on purpose, and they had meant to put it out ( or perhaps not ), but it spread instead, or Two, the cigarette was dropped by accident and the person was so stunned at what was happening that they let the fire spread out of not knowing what to do.​

I'm currently leaning towards two. It seems that it really would be an accident - could anyone hate camp that much? Coming is completely voluntary, so I can't see anyone hating it. The list of people seems to go on to who it could be, but it would be good not to dwell on it.​

Moving on . . . I was pleased to see that my little vial was relatively undamaged by the ferry sinking. I was almost afraid it would be lost, because I paid a good bit of money for it, and I really would like to use it. I don't know what the effects/affects of it are. A true love potion? I find that hard to believe. It might have something to do with a strong infatuation, rather than true love - but people will buy into anything, won't they?​

I have a few candidates for which I would use it on. I don't particularly like anyone in the way that the potion might call for - that is not how I play the game. There is one particular boy right now, he is of a little interest to me, but is more unnerving than anything else. It's annoying. He probably doesn't know that he would be able to get to me if he tried hard enough, and I don't intend for him to find out. I play with him, not the other way around.​

C'est la vie . . . I shall write again soon.​

 

Lexi Brians

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

Natalie Williams

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

Lexi yawned and stretched. She rubbed her eyes, then looked over at Stratana who was still fast asleep. Lexi danced into the bathroom, and someone had seemed to come in and fix her clothes. They were all dry now, as oppose to wet. Luckily, her favorite outfit was still very much okay. She quickly dressed and decided to go to breakfast. She scribbled a note to Stratana:

Headed to breakfast downstairs. Get dressed and we'll hang out today!

-Lexi​

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She put it on Stratana's nightside table and finally headed downstairs, anxious to see what came next. Just before stepping out the door, she grabbed her coat in case they had to run. Better safe than sorry, right?

Natalie woke up, still holding to Sebastian. During the night, it appeared that he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled and went to go get changed. Someone had kindly done her laundry. She found some clothes. Oh... These were her Doctor Who clothes. She giggled at her silliness. She had brought her cosplay as clothes. Then again, it didnt look weird or unusual, it looked like a normal outfit. She closed the door and pulled on her outfit.

Moments later, Natalie came back out and sat next to Sebastian, awaiting for him to wake up.