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Aidan looked in horror at the four dead people. One of them caught his eye. Seraphina. She was dead! ****! He fell on to his knees and stared at the ground.
"Oh, ****in' ' hell." He whispered, tears in his eyes. He felt hollow inside. His only friend was dead! What the hell happened while he was in his drunken sleep? He brought a hand up to wipe the tears out of his eyes. Who else? He stood up shakily, scared to see who else. There was that one guy, what his name? Richie? That was it. Then a guy called Alex he had seen around. He didn't know the other guy. He walked over to Seraphina's body and looked to the patch of red. He'd seen pictures in presentations by the police before. Stab wound and her hands were covered in blood. Did she do it to herself? Was she murdered and the blood on her hands merely being her desperate attempts to plug the wound to stop the bleeding before she lost too much? He'd never know.

"Oh Christ. Oh Christ." He wept. He pushed a lock of hair off her face. He wished her face looked peaceful toward the end. It seemed as if she died crying, or upset or angry or something. That was no way to die. And then there was the others. What happened finally hit him. He was in a room with four dead people in the house of someone he barely knew. Had she done it, the hostess? There was no way of knowing. He was glad he stalked off without anyone noticing. If he hadn't, he might have been one of them here, dead in a stranger's house, or found in the garden days later because nobody knew where he was, or even cared. He felt dizzy and soon enough the floor raced up towards him as he passed out from the shock of it all.

He awakened on a stretcher somewhere. Presumerably the paramedics there had noticed his sudden collapse and rushed him off to hospital, just in case. He didn't quite know where he was. A ward maybe? His head hurt like hell though. Did he hit something on the way down. Why was he here again? He remembered the fall and then... Of course... His dead friend and the other people he didn't really know. The horror of that returned to him again and he began to cry again. This was turning into a pretty **** time overall.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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Zoey was still crying, holding her face in her hands. This was too painful, just too painful. One of the nicest guys she laid her eyes on was dead, and the rest were dead too. She remembered the grueling practices she had with them, and that even though she never really talked to anyone till the day of dress rehearsals, she looked up to them. Each and every one of them. They all brought in something to make it happen, and they seemed like pretty good people. She even told Seraphina how beautiful she looked in her costume, but she didn't hear her. And now, some of the people she looked up to were dead.

She didn't even hear her teacher get up and come over to her. She didn't notice that he was right by her side until he sat on her bed and then hugged her tightly, bringing her into his arm. Her eyes widened for a moment, surprised by this sudden gesture of comfort. As soon as he stroked her hair though, she buried her head in his chest, her shoulders shaking as she whimpered softly.

"Don't say stuff like that...don't say you should die..."

'YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO LIVE !' shouted another voice from her past in her head.

"None of you deserve to die...if you died then just think of all the people that would grieve for you and feel the exact pain you are feeling right now"

'Stop crying, you *****... You'll never mount up to anything. Harsh, but those are the facts of life, dear.'


"So now I want you to cry...just let it all out...now is the time for tears..."

And she did not hold back. She let the tears come, wetting her teacher's own hospital gown. She curled up more towards him, finding comfort in the man she found as her idol over the last months she had been at the Academy. She took in shaky breaths and let them out with a painful sigh. She was so hurt, so wounded by the whole ordeal. She wished her dad was here, but her teacher was enough right now.

"T-Teacher?" she began, bringing up her hand to her eyepatch and let it rest on top of her bad eye. "N-no one would miss me if I died." Her fingers wrapped around her eyepatch, clutching it tightly. "No one... no one knows me. The only one who would grieve for me would be my dad... The others... They have... They have so many people who care about them. If I died this morning, in their place..." She paused, taking in a painful breath.

'...but those are the facts of life, dear.'

"If I died in their place, no one would miss me!" she blurted out. She then pulled off her eyepatch, drenched in her tears. She kept her bad eye shut as she continued to cry, hiding her face in her teacher's chest. "No one would miss me... because they don't know me... And everyone would be happier if it was me instead of them..." She let out a breath of air, taking in a shuttering breath as she was processing this in her head. She knew her dad would be devastated if anything happened to her, but she wasn't counting him the equation.

"That a girl. Learn your place in this world. You are nothing, never will be anything."

Zoey covered her ears, her Christmas eyepatch with the snowflakes on them that her dad gave her was tightly clutched in one hand. She was trying to block out the voices in her past, but it was to no avail. They were always there, always taunting her... Always there to remind her.

"You'll just have to learn to be lonely like me. Heh, your dad could care less and give a damn about me. I bet he's so sick of the both of us... You brought this on us though."

That it was always her fault.

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

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"Tell me one person that will find happiness...tell me the name of that person and I will kick their ass so hard that won't be able to sit" Julius said before opening his eyes and stared down at her once more "Anybody who takes any form of happiness in somebody's death is nothing but a terrible person....a life is something that never can be brought back" Julius said. His hospital gown was drenched, but Julius hardly cared about that and If anything he always loathed wearing these gowns and would try his best to find away to change into something casual...at least wear some socks or something.

"You say nobody will grieve for you...but that is a lie" Julius said before closing his eyes once more. "I'll grieve...and I know Alex and he would grieve as well...your far too young to be thinking about death and you still have a long way in your lifetime...I don't want to see you like this and I am positive that Alex wouldn't wish to see you like this either...To want death is to give up....If you did anything your not proud of then merely try to fix it...." Julius said giving her a smile "and if your having trouble then just head to anybody you trust....If you need anything just come to me...I'm a teacher after all, helping you kiddos is what I'm supposed to do" Julius said.

With that said, Julius took the eyepatch away from her and using his hand he wiped the tears from her eyes and placed the eyepatch over her bad eye "Never feel alone okay...If I have my students running off feeling like they wish to die then I am surely not doing a good job" Julius said closing his eyes with a grin "and besides surely my presence here isn't THAT bad now is it? Take note of this pain...never forget it and move on with your life...or something like that...I'm not that great with this kind of thing" Julius said trying his best to at least lighten up the mood.

 

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☆ Clothes (Hood is covering her face, only her mouth to her lower neck is visible (Just think of Xion with her hood on) XD) ​

☆ Mood» Meh ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/26/2015​

Location » Hospital ☆ OOC: Second times a charm XD And I hope this post is ok, tell me if I need to fix it Kupos☆ ​

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Estelle walked about the hospital, waiting for her mother to get here. She had heard bad news about her sister, she had been in the hospital over Christmas and her mom was worried about her, so she had come to see her. She was also here because she played Violin for the sick people here. She mostly played for the kids, because they were too young to be bold enough to talk. But now . She felt the gust of wind, coming from the people running by. ​

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They nearly blew her hood off. She tugged on it tightly, trying to keep it on. As she heard the nurses talking, about a lot of teens being brought to the hospital, all coming from a house party. Estella rolled her eyes, silly intoxicated teens partying all night and getting hurt. She would never go and do that... especially not now.​

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She shook her head. She took out her phone and checked her messages. Her mom texted her saying that her sister, Stella was in a lot of pain but still hanging out "My poor other half." She muttered. She heard yelling from one of the rooms around her. She poked her head in. ​

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"Never feel alone okay...If I have my students running off feeling like they wish to die then I am surely not doing a good job, and besides surely my presence here isn't THAT bad now is it? Take note of this pain...never forget it and move on with your life...or something like that...I'm not that great with this kind of thing​

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Estelle smiled. It was nice he could be so hopeful... Estella couldn't be like him. Not at a time like this. She wondered if those people were from that party. He looked old, but the girl didn't, she did look a bit pale a traumatized. It seemed like everyone was having such bad fate this Christmas. ​

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She kind of wanted to help... she would want someone to talk to her right now. But she couldn't, and she wouldn't. She couldn't talk to anyone. She was too shy. And plus, she had her own things to worry about right now... like her poor other half. Maybe she would just go home... it didn't look like Anything was going to get better. ​

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A tear fell down her face and she forgot she was looking in one of the room. She started blushing rapidly and sat back down in her seat. She wondered what she should do... maybe she would be able to do something here.... ​

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An officer had pulled Maria off of the staircaseand sat her down in a different room. She was feeling hysterical and was grateful to be out of sight of the others. Over and over again he questioned her, but there really wasn't much she could give him. They had all come to Sophie's for the after party, she told him. Yes, they were drinking--there was no point in lying, the tox reports would show alcohol in the blood. She had waited in the parlor for Tucker. No, nothing seemed odd about the night. When Tucker found her, they went upstairs to talk--where they remained for the rest of the night. Did they hear anything from the guest room? No. Not really. To be honest, she hadn't been listening for the happenings of the party. All she cared about was her time alone with the red head she liked.

They had woken up and heard everyone lively downstairs, but hadn't come down until emergency responders had arrived. What did she drink? Two glasses of champagne. Did anything seem off? No it tasted fine. How men more questions would there be? She felt exhausted from it all. "Are you done yet?" She finally asked after a break in the questioning. Maria wiped her face. She had started crying at some point in time, but couldn't remember when exactly. Was it for those that died? No, probably not. It was more over the fact of the situation. It brought back so many terrible memories.

"Almost," the male officer replied. "Is everyone accounted for?"

An looked up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"We were told one of the guests left right before everything happened. Does it look like they're all here?"

Maria closed her eyes, trying to remember all the faces she saw in the living room. There had been an extra, Richie's twin brother Ryder. What a horrible way to find out. She couldn't really think of who might be gone. "N-oh!" She opened her eyes and looked up at the aging police officer sadly. "Pierce Mhenjer is gone. I haven't seen her, but she would never hurt anyone. If anything, she's more dangerous to herself with those feet of hers than to anyone else." The officer scribbled something in his notepad before giving her a slight nod.

"I think that's all for now. If we have any further questions we'll give you a call. If you think of anything, this is my number." The officer tore off a piece of paper from his notepad and handed it to Maria. She took it and slipped it into the pocket of her jacket without bothering to give it a second glance.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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Zoey sat there in her teacher's arms, listening to every word he was saying to her and trying to soak it all in. He would miss her? Alex would miss her too? Was it possible? She sniffed, leaning on her teacher's chest heavily as he continued to talk to her, slowly soothing her mind back to ease. She still felt the pain of losing Alex so suddenly, and seeing the deaths happen before her eyes, but it felt a lot softer with Mr. Henon by her side, hugging her like her dad would on nights she had a bad dream.

She gasped when she felt the fingers underneath her eyes, wiping the tears away. Then she realized that her teacher had her eyepatch, and her eye was exposed. She looked up at her teacher, a bit scared at first. The bad eye, the blinded eye, it had scars on the lid of it. Like someone had scratched it, but it was ragged an uneven. Her eye was almost silver, almost. A much lighter color then her good eye. It too had scars that remained on it, like something was slammed into her eye. It was red from the tears, but other than that it healed the best it could. She felt the eyepatch go back over and sniffed, blinking back any more tears that were about to come. Her teacher seemed to not be phased by her bad eye at all...

Suddenly, she hugged him out of the blue. Then she remembered the bandages on him and hugged him more gently. She buried her head in his chest, breathing in deeply. "Thank you... thank you so much.... Thank you for caring about me... Thank you..."

She thought a little bit longer as she hugged him like this. Could she tell a secret to him? Would he keep it?

"My mom... she wishes I was..."

Zoey trailed off when she felt a presence of someone and opened her eye, looking over to the door. There was a girl with a hoodie on, just standing there looking on. She blinked in confusion, before she waved a little at the strange girl. "Hi there," Zoey said softly, not sure what else to say to the stranger. She must've had attracted some people with her sobbing. How embarrassing...

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

☆ Clothes (Hood is covering her face, only her mouth to her lower neck is visible (Just think of Xion with her hood on) XD)
☆ Mood» Meh ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/26/2015​

Location » Hospital ☆ OOC: Second times a charm XD ☆

Estelle forgot she had been looking to the room, the girl looked at her. She looked confused, and waved. Estelle looked at her, before she felt her face burn. She froze in place, not knowing what to do. She turned around and was about to ran out of the room.

"Hi there,"

Her voice was soft. Estelle suddenly didn't feel so scared. "He-hello... I'm-I'm sorry." She stuttered. She walked over, slowly. "I-I didn't mean to...." She found herself being unable to speak. "Intrude." She finally said. The girl reminded Estelle of her sister... so scared... her voice so soft, the innocent sort of look. She sighed.


"Sor-Sorry If... I bothered you..." She said, she kept her hood down, and starred at the 2.... she wondered what was going through they're heads... she was so embarrassed. She wondered what her sister would do... if she were here... her other half....

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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Zoey watched as the other girl stumbled in, keeping close to Julius. Julius was her only companion she knew right now and was scared, very scared of everything that was happening around her. One, Alex died in front of her with others, two, she hadn't heard from her father yet, and three she didn't know where Dennis was. The guy that gave her the lollipop. Or Travold for that matter. Even though he was grumpy and loud like a billy goat, she still found herself missing the loud voice. Julius was the only familiar face to her

"It's okay," Zoey said, keeping her eye on the girl. She then spotted something in the girl's hand, seeing it was an instrument case of some sort. She recognized it right away, her eye widening in awe. "Do you play?" she asked, pointing to the case with her finger. "Can you play? I mean... please? I really love the violin." Even though Zoey's mind was all jumbled and she felt broken inside, she could sense the girl was embarrassed for peeking in. Zoey was trying her best to make the girl feel better. She probably didn't mean any harm anyways. The last thing Zoey wanted was to become bitter and push everyone away, just almost like after That One Scary Moment. Now she was clinging onto people, trying to make sure to not be alone again. No. She didn't want to be alone right now. Not at all. Zoey's eye looked to the stranger, almost pleading with her to stay a moment, even though she didn't know her at all.

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

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☆ Clothes (Hood is covering her face, only her mouth to her lower neck is visible (Just think of Xion with her hood on) XD) ☆ Mood» Meh ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/26/2015​

Location » Hospital ☆ OOC: Second times a charm XD ☆​

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"It's okay," "Do you play?" she asked, pointing to the case with her finger. "Can you play? I mean... please? I really love the violin."​

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"Pla-play?" She asked surprised. "I'm really not-" She stopped. She pulled her hood down. "Ok.... I- I can play..." took her Violin out and got ready. She took a deep breath. And she started to play. She put her whole being into her music, she felt her energy going up as she started. She smiled, At a certain part of the song (1:58) Her hood flew off, but she didn't care, it was because of the power of the music. She played swiftly but surely and she was playing with every fiber of her being. ​

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After she was done. She bowed and smiled. "Thank you for asking me to play, it raised my spirits." She said smiling. ​

 

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As he listened to Zoey speak on, Julius' attention quickly went straight over at the newcomer and immediately his eye twitched as he stared over at her. "oh god...did somebody hear me?!" Julius said siletly as he closed his eyes with a sigh. It wasn't that he didn't mean those words or wished for them to be hidden...it was just that he was a bit embarrassed that others heard them. He was not amused that random people were spying on him but Zoey seemed okay with the new person's appearance and Julius noticed the girl meant no harm so Julius let it go.

As he sat there Julius smiled and listened to the girl play on with her violin and clapped his hands "well now that was pretty impressive" Julius said closing his eyes as he cringed in pain before he gathered his strength once more and stood up "Man this kills like hell" Julius said as he staggered over at his bed and collapse on it and let out a very loud groan "friggin wounds" Julius muttered and he laid on the bed. Noticing a pair of socks, Julius smiled happily and placed them on and let out a sigh as he rested on the bed "well you kids chat or something...I'll be here if you need anything" Julius said closing his eyes with a sigh.

Zoey was about to tell him something important, but had it not been for the interruption he would have been getting into something personal. Though it was true that he wished to at least understand her better in order to help her more, Julius was more relieved that Zoey would be able to have somebody else to casually converse with. Noticing the eyepatch and phone on the table beside him, Julius merely placed the eyepatch on and then proceeded to check the phone. Rasing his eyebrow when noticing the missed call message, Julius' eye immediately widened as he noticed it was Noelle who called. Still feeling worried about the girl, Julius immediately dialed her number.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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Zoey applauded also when the performance was done, for she very much enjoyed it. It seemed like her teacher thought it was pretty cool too. She smiled at the girl, watching as her teacher made his way back over to his bed, forever grateful he made an effort to comfort her in her time of sorrow. She then looked to to the new girl, smiling at her. "No, no, thank you. Sorry to put you on the spot like that... It's been a bad morning." She sighed out, relaxing against her bed once more. She wasn't really sick, so what was she doing here still? Nonetheless, she could talk to this girl, maybe get to know someone.

"My name is Zoey... Do you go to the Fortissimo Academy?" she asked, keeping a smile on her face. Someday, someday she'll tell someone her secret about her bad eye. Someday she will be brave enough to show it to someone else. She was sure Julius saw it, and he wasn't afraid. He had an eyepatch too after all. "Oh, and that's Mr. Henon," she said, briefly introducing him. She saw him on the phone and suddenly hunched her shoulders, mouthing a sorry to him. "Anyways, how long have you been playing for?"

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

☆ Clothes (Hood is covering her face, only her mouth to her lower neck is visible (Just think of Xion with her hood on) XD)☆ Mood» Meh ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/26/2015​

Location » Hospital ☆ OOC: Second times a charm XD ☆


Estelle smiled. She didn't feel the need to put her hood back on, but she did anyway, sitting down on a chair beside the girls bed.



"No, no, thank you. Sorry to put you on the spot like that... It's been a bad morning."


"It was my pleasure...." She said nervously. "I'm sorry to hear that... it's been very bad for me too..."

"My name is Zoey... Do you go to the Fortissimo Academy?" she asked, keeping a smile on her face. "Oh, and that's Mr. Henon," she said, briefly introducing him. "Anyways, how long have you been playing for?"


"Hello... Zoey." She said... her first friend... Stella was never going to believe her. "Hello, Mr.Henon." She said. "Yes... I do. I've been around... but I... don't get involved in the school actives much..." She explained. "I've been playing since I was 4... I had a natural talent for music.." she told her. "Sorr- sorry for being so... nervous... I'm not used to... being around people.." She said. "I mean... I don't talk a lot... to people my age..." She said.

 

OOC: idk what the hell is going on with the times anymore so whatever. Again, DON'T TIME SKIP WOTHOUT CONFIMATION AND PERMISSION. In addition to that, a couple times when it makes sense to, including the time in your posts is dandy. On average please don't do that. Having more than one person controlling the time causes clashing and confuses the timeframe of things. Today is day 1/4, day 6 now? I think. Will fix mistakes later on phone and tired.

Oliver didn't know what Sophie was being so irritated about at first. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts and feelings to recognize that, assuming she was innocent, she would be under a lot of pressure. Before he could say anything more the police were called and he was briefly questioned and sent off to the hospital.

Reed was called, and then his uncle. They were told of the events and both offered to come pick him up [ his uncle's offer was accepted ]. He was given a lengthy check up and then asked a few more questions before bein allowed to go home.

Once arriving at his uncle's, [ his car still at Sophie's ], he took a shower. He finally noticed Pierce's text and messaged back asking if she was okay. A police officer arrived some time later, requesting his precense for more questioning later [ as his uncle rambled on about his rights and exhaustion etc to get him out of anything immediate ]. Then he found himself pretty much passing out in bed, worn out and emotional.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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Despite feeling emotionally drained, Zoey found herself smiling halfheartedly at the girl before her. She kind of reminded her of herself when she was younger; so nervous and fearful. She felt bad.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind." She folded her hands in her lap, keeping the smile on her face. She still felt so much pain, so much sadness, but she had to keep it down. At least for this girl's sake. "And that's so cool! To be so musically inclined at a young age like that I mean. And I'm just getting into the swing of things at school myself. I was kind of a recluse for a while-"

"Zoey..."

Zoey gasped and looked to the door, seeing a familiar figure at the door. Without out her permission, her eyes began to tear up again. "Daddy...?" she whispered, not really believing what she was seeing. She hadn't seen her dad since after the play. She felt bad she left him alone all Christmas day, and then this happened. The man looked tired, his eyes blood shot, his black hair standing up on end, and he was still in his work uniform. Standing beside him was a female doctor, smiling warmly at Zoey from where she stood.

"Dad?" Zoey called again. Before she knew it, the man strode over and hugged his daughter tightly. Now she was completely relaxed and forgot she was keeping a brave face and began crying softly once more, grabbing at his arms.

He sat down on the bed next to her, gently taking his daughter in his arms. Leium Kline was just so relieved his daughter was alright, he didn't know what to say as she cried. He began to rock her gently. "Shhh, Daddy is here... Daddy's got you...." He looked up at the visitor that was in the room as his daughter buried her head in his chest, and just smiled at the girl. He could see that she played the violin, and was probably playing for Zoey. He winked at her, letting her know it was okay to be in the room.

"Well, I don't see any reason to keep you here any longer Miss Kline," the female doctor began, looking over her clipboard of the results of the test. "You're just fine." She smiled at Zoey, who took a peek at the doctor from her dad's arms. "You can go home now..."

Zoey just sighed out in relief, rubbing the tears away from her eyes. Soon, she was unhooked from the IV and heart monitor, and found herself being helped up by her dad. She looked over at the girl, smiling through her sadness. "It's nice to meet you, I hope to see you at school." She then looked at Mr. Henon, her eyes warm and showing great gratitude. "Thank you Mr. Henon, I'll come visit you soon." And with that, she left the hospital room with her belongings clutched to her chest, so happy she was leaving this awful place. The doctor and her dad showed her to a restroom where she could change out of her hospital gown, and soon was changed into her regular clothes. Then she thought of someone.

"W-wait. Is Dennis here?" she asked, looking at the doctor. She almost asked for Alex, but she was afraid of the answer she was going to get. He was dead. He wouldn't get any visitors till his funeral. She took in a shuddering breath, hugging herself as the grief threatened to overtake her once more, but she wouldn't allow it.

"Dennis? Hmmm." She flipped through her paperwork. They only had one Dennis here, thank goodness. "Yup, he's still here. Would you like to see him Miss Kline?"

Zoey nodded her head. "Yes please."

"Right this way..." The doctor led the way through the hallways, Mr. Kline not minding that they were taking a detour before home. Anything to put his daughter at ease right now.

Soon, Zoey was shown to Dennis' room and was shown in. "Dennis?" Zoey called softly, stepping in the room.

Her dad took a seat outside of the room, waiting patiently. He was going to take a quick nap if he could.

Zoey came to Dennis' side, bringing up a chair to sit by him. He looked so awful, so shocked and so pale. She would probably have been in the same state if she wasn't in the same room as Mr. Henon. She frowned, reaching out and touched his hand hesitantly. "Hey Dennis..." She could hardly believe this was the same guy that was so nice to her last night, who gave her a lollipop and whatnot to comfort her. The guy that got so scared of Sophie giving him a compliment. She had to smile at that memory, and then she slowly she understood that he indeed he would be in shock right now.

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» Meh ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/26/2015​

Location » Hospital ☆ OOC: Second times a charm ☆



"No, it's okay. I don't mind." Zoey folded her hands in her lap, keeping the smile on her face. "And that's so cool! To be so musically inclined at a young age like that I mean. And I'm just getting into the swing of things at school myself. I was kind of a recluse for a while-"




Estelle laughed. She was so full of energy for someone at the hospital. When she had cut herself off she turned around.


"Zoey..."

"Daddy...?"


"Dad?"

"Shhh, Daddy is here... Daddy's got you...."

Estelle felt a little awkward, but she smiled... it was so sweet. She wished she could be warm like that... to anyone, but she wasn't she couldn't be. She was too cold. It was nice to see that others could be. And it was also nice to see that Zoey had a good family to take care of her


He smiled at the girl. He winked at her, letting her know it was okay to be in the room.

Estelle froze at first, realizing he was looking at her. When he winked at her she relaxed and winked back. She was happy to see that he didn't mind her.

"Well, I don't see any reason to keep you here any longer Miss Kline," the female doctor began "You're just fine." She smiled at Zoey "You can go home now..."


Estelle smiled, even though she was kind of sad, she hoped she would talk to her more.

"It's nice to meet you, I hope to see you at school."


"It's nice to meet you too Zoey... come to the cafe sometime... I spend my days there." She said, smiling at her. She turned to leave the room, and sat back down in the hall way. She pulled her hood back over her head, not paying attention to the world around her. She put her Violin back in the case and sat down. She wondered if Zoey and Mr.Whatshisname were from that party... No wonder they were screaming. She sighed. Maybe someone else would come along she could talk to.

 

Dennis had had one horrid time in the hospital. It wasn't exactly anything about what the nurses and doctors did to examine whether or not he had any problems. In fact he really didn't even notice. His mind was still on complete and utter lockdown. And his mind wasn't any better a place to retreat to either. It kept shouting at him to run every which direction, to be cautious of everything. That he will die!

Even when he wasn't locked in his own thoughts he would usually just pop back into reality for a few seconds, start to see his surroundings, and then immediatly remember why he was in the hospital. Each time his face contorted with fear, and he would start shrieking and hyperventilating. It was a vicious cycle that continued to plague the young boy. He just couldn't simply cast the image of the dead people in his head. The only solution to this was to try and completely repress the memory. To never even recall the event transpiring. Unfortunately, his mind wouldn't allow it. Every little detail brought those images back to his head, and each time he felt like gagging, vomiting and blacking out. None of those ever happened, as when he wasn't visibly terrified, he was completely blank in expression and motionless.

He was sitting there, still motionless, when someone walked into his room. He heard a faint voice call out to him, one that sounded familiar but he couldn't quite recognize it. However he didn't even acknowledge the person there, he just continued to stare blankly into space. That's when he felt something touch his hand and heard the same voice again, only closer this time. "Hey Dennis..."

Who was this person? He was trying hard to remember as he slowly turned his head to look at the person. His eyes were drawn to one thing that hit him like a sack of rocks. An eyepatch. Who did he know who had an eyepatch? Professor Julius? No no, upon closer inspection he realized the person was female and considerably younger than Julius. Who fit that bill? That's when he started to think back farther than just the deaths. Her name was Zoey, if he recalled correctly. He went back into reality, and looked her in the eye. He didn't shriek or anything, however he kept his blank stoic expression on his face. His eyes filled with panic and terror. "H-hello, Zoey. How are you?" His tone was blank as he said this.

 

M O S T • U N E X P E C T E D • R E S U L T S
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The police would not let SOPHIE and I leave the Bennett Residence, which was perfectly acceptable, but not choice for them to still be present.

To say the most, I am rather shocked at the results of mixing Cupid's Brew into the drinks. I was originally lead to believe that it was a love potion — maybe it truly isn't? A poison . . . And now FATIME and I are murderers, SOPHIE is angry with me, and the others ( that I don't particularly care about ) suspect me. I suppose that is the logical step in all of this; after all, it isn't a lie, but I do not know how to move, now.

If the brew is a poison, then they would be able to find traces of it during an autopsy, but the real question is, would they be able to trace it back to FATIME and I? I have my doubts — and even if they did, I am directly tied to the Bennett family, and that alone still sets me at a high chance of not being convicted. That extends to FATIME, as well.

The four victims, ALEX, RICHIE, SERAPHINA, and ZACHARY . . . I feel some remorse that they are dead due to my sister's experiments, but on the other hand, I wasn't directly tied to them in any way.

Five different policemen and investigators have all come to me, as the prime suspect, asking me the same questions, in the same way, trying to pin it on me. I tell them exactly what I told SOPHIE; I don't exactly know what happened. The brew isn't sold as a poison — how would one even admit to that, in any matter? Were the brew discovered as a poison, the site from which is sold would be taken down, and the creators arrested.

Perhaps it is something like Cantarella, the version from Romeo and Juliet ; it makes the user appear to be dead for a few long hours. Were that the case . . . The morticians and other authorities would be in for quite the surprise.

I am dismissed from the kitchen for the sixth time and join SOPHIE on the third floor, who is in the monitor room. Oh, evidence. Hmm. When I walk in, she is viewing the video from the kitchen, and turns on me.

❝It was you,❞ she whispers, ❝And that . . . sister of yours. Lucas, how could you?❞ She is trying to keep her voice down, lest someone should hear her, and I don't understand.

❝It was Cupid's Brew, Nico,❞ I tell her, and a look of shock crosses her face. We haven't spoken about what happened during the 2013 Camp Fortissimo events, but I distinctly remember her telling me that she had purchased a bottle of the liquid. ❝Neither Fatime or I expected what happened.❞

❝It's sold as a love potion, but is actually poison?❞ She turns to the computer and begins to edit video footage. ❝This is ridiculous,❞ she mumbles to herself. I feel the faint stinging of my cheek and wonder if it will bruise. She did slap me quite hard.

Half an hour later, the authorities ask to view the surveillance footage for anything. Only one of the cops is suspicious of anything, but it then talked down by his partner. I say nothing the entire time, and then they dismiss themselves. Currently, no one will be taken into custody, and I have my doubts that they will question FATIME because she isn't in any of the video, and no one knows that she has anything to do with anything — which is something I will be keeping to myself and SOPHIE.

❝Now we wait and see,❞ SOPHIE tells me, and we begin to talk of what will happen and everything else.

I begin to wonder if I should simply confess and have this mess over with. Four murders by poisoning . . . I begin to think of the punishment; life with no parole. Of course, with no previous offences ( that have been recorded or reported ), I may get off with something like thirty years — however, with four dead bodies of second degree murder, it seems unlikely. Troublesome.

Currently, I feel no remorse, and many would call me inhuman for this — but accidents do happen, and this one was merely on a more dire scale. I doubt the courts would understand that.

They want us to go to the hospital.​

OOC :: IF THE POST ISN'T RIGHT, DELETE/I CAN EDIT.​

 

Natalie Williams

Outfit|Location: Party|Music|Mood: Freaked out|OOC: N/A​

After the scene at Sophie's house, Natalie was sick to her stomach. She was anxious and freaking out over it all. It was back. That sinking feeling, as if anyone she knew would drop dead in an instant.

She sped back to Sarah's house, dropped her off, and went back to her own house. Natalie then shut herself in her room, not even talking to her older sister, Amelia.

Moments later, Amelia knocked on her door. "Natalie, dear? Are you alright?" Out of all of her family, Amelia seemed to have gotten the most out of their Scottish inheritance. She had an accent. Then again, she had grown up there for seven years, so even then it wouldn't be too odd.

"I-I'm okay Amelia... Promise." Natalie replied, clearly lying.

"You sure? You usually say hi or something when you see me."

"Sorry, I just wanted to get in here and think. Is mom home yet?"

"Nope. She went on a business trip. She wanted to catch you before she left, but I told her not to worry and that we'd look after you."

Right... Natalie's mom was always busy with that stuff. She sighed. "Alright, well, I'm gonna stay in here until later, might go out with one of the kids from the play."

"Alright. Love you little one."

"Love you too... Big sis..." Natalie sighed again. She may have gone insane by now if it werent for her big sister and her brother. They had been really comforting and understanding about 2013. She lay back in her bed and stayed there.

No one answered her texts all day, and she didnt want to go with Sarah, so she figured she'd spend the day at home. It was a great day, and by the next morning, she was ready for anything.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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Zoey's eyes saddened when she saw the state that her friend was in. "Oh Dennis... I'm so sorry..." He looked so scared. It was like looking in a mirror at herself. Maybe this is what she looked like back at the house. If Mr. Henon wasn't in the same hospital room as her, she'd probably still be checked in the hospital. Maybe be sent to the adolescent mental health ward to stay over a night or two. She had been in a place like that before, she remembered. But it wasn't her that got into that state the doctors said to her dad. It was external factors that drove her there. And now? She had fears she had to battle, things she had to face every day.

She squeezed Dennis' hand tighter before she left his side and took around the room. She found a spare clean blanket and came back over to the suffering guy, wrapping him securely around the shoulders with it. "There, that's probably better, hm?"

She smiled a little at him before sitting by his side again, taking his hand once more. She couldn't say it was okay, because it wasn't. Dennis felt the shock of the deaths of their acquaintances and friends tenfold than everyone else she guessed. It must be a larger burden on his shoulders. "I'm okay Dennis... Not poisoned. I don't think any of the rest of us were. I think you're going to be okay. The rest of us will be okay." She gave another reassuring squeeze and patted him on the shoulder, then looked around the room. "Ready to get out of here soon? It's not very fun to be here..."

ஐ...We can chase the dark together; if you go, then so will I...ஐ​

 

Throughout this entire ordeal, Fatime wanted to scream out. For once in her life, she felt the floor collapse beneath her, but her fall into the poisonous black void was something that she could not simply comprehend. And she could not say a word because of it.

They killed them. She killed them. She took a life -- a life! How? How could she face them? The others? They didn't know anything. But she did it! She killed someone. She killed four people. Four people she had known for a few years, even if she didn't speak to them as-- as much--
She could barely move. All of her limbs felt numb, and the feeling in her body seemed alien. It was all unreal. It had to be, they couldn't be dead so quickly. Were the effects temporary? Please, please ... No. No, it didn't have to be like this ...

In times of great stress, Fatime would try and read through her novels. A way to escape the harsh realities that stood around her. But today, there was something at the back of her mind that prevented her from even focusing on the words on the screen. Something horrific. Something eldritch.

And her mind slowly began to comprehend.
Her eyes widened, and her fingers tightened white. The dawn of the horrific beast that lay upon her shadow began to rise from the earth, as she slowly came to her realizations.

No ...

No ...

(( OOC: I want to write an effective Fatime emotion post when I am not feeling extremely sick, so this is the preliminary ))