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He'd had hoped Noelle had not been too effected by the deaths that occurred, but death always had a lingering and saddening smell that could not be washed away easily. After what had happened those two years ago it just seemed that death was following them, that they were cursed and slowly starting to watch others fall before them. It was obvious that she would be scared and in some way and even he held some fear for the future. Things were far too complicated then it had to be and it just pissed Julius severely. None of the kids deserved all this and certainly not Noelle.

"Its alright to be scared Noelle..." Julius said closing his eyes as he rested his back on a pillow behind him "I have to admit that even I'm quite upset about the investigation about the death...they couldn't have just died all of a sudden like that" Julius said saying to last part more quietly. Closing his eyes Julius only let out a sigh "but still...being afraid is one thing, but what will moving away solve? where will you go? what will you do...its sad but death comes for all..." Julius said opening his eyes once more and stared over at her " I know its hard to believe...and me simply telling you this may not even be helpful at all...but you need to believe that things will be alright...be aware of caution, but don't let the fear run your life" Julius said.

Raising his hand Julius brought it forward and placed it on her shoulder "Living a life filled with fear is like not living at all...everything will be alright..you, Bryan...and me....we won't be going anywhere..." Julius said as he softly smiled "I'll always be around whenever you need help or anything...I'm not going anywhere for a very long time alright kiddo?" Julius said. He didn't know how his words would be able to help and even if they would make things worse, but he hated to see people so down and he just wanted them to feel better.

 

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In his room, Torvald had juggled the idea of whether or not to attend that bourgeois peon's little New Years party. Who in the world hosted a party on the day of the deaths? If she wasn't acting like more of an imbecile then Torvald would think that she would become nothing in this world where the proletarians would eventually rise! Certainly, certainly ...​

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He lay resting on his bed, his tie undone and his black blazer strewn messily on the floor. His arms were wide apart, and he faced the slow rotation of the precarious fan above him. The entire congregation left him dazed and tired, and the world felt like a revolving mess to him. Dizzy, dizzy, even lifting his shoulders caused enough pain, for the weight of his sorrows pulled him to the comfort of his bed.
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That wasn't to say that he had forgotten all about his conquest. His revolution, in the name of justice! He would need to get to the bottom of this silliness, but it felt like the world set up a barrier strictly to prevent his access. Torvald tossed and turned. He didn't-- didn't know what kind of emotions he was feeling right now. Sadness? There was definitely sadness, with maybe a pinch of anger ...​

He sighed, and scowled at himself.​

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He had to find out where that bastard could have gone hiding.​

Maybe he was at that party? ...​

Right! Right, that may be a snatch. And if anything, he could have some fun knocking down the rotten pawn-queen of the bourgeoisie down to size, especially for being so irresponsible as to continue a party on a day like this. His skin tingled. Something to take his mind off of his failures​

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His failures. His failures ...​

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When he arrived at Maria's home, he did not take another two quick seconds to say goodbye to the taxi driver as he rushed off. Torvald walked over to the door of the house and let out a hard knock.​

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There was a loud knocking at the front door that jolted Maria to full attention. She jumped to her feet and swallowed down the lump in her throat. ❝ OPEN, IF YOU DARE TO SEE THE LIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION GRACE YOUR INSIPID, BOURGEOIS EYES! ❞ she could hear from the other side of the door. Great, he would be the first one here. Maria sighed and forced a smile before opening the door.

Her blue eyes fell on the tall blond male in front of her. ❝ Hello Torvald, ❞ she greeted him warmly, stepping out of the way to let him in. She stood beside to door and shut it after he entered. ❝ You can put your coat in the closet here if you'd like. ❞ She pointed to the hall closet by the front door. ❝ No one else is here yet, but there's food in the kitchen. ❞ Her shoulders fell forward as she turned back down the hall in the direction of the kitchen.

Maria stopped by the counter. She should eat something, but she felt nauseous. Her tongue rubbed against the roof of her mouth. She took a seat in one of the chairs. ❝ The living room is right over there. ❞ She pointed to the other side of the dining room where the back of one couch faced them. Maria rubbed her eyes under her glasses. She was probably going to smear her makeup and expose her bruises, but she was too exhausted to care.

✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/31/2015 ❖ Day: 11 & 2/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Nauseous ❖ Interaction: Torvald ❖ Location: Family Home ✜​

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Torvald stood at the door for a bit, eyeing the bourgeois pawn with a cold stare and a flat face. His eyes darted around her home. She put some effort into the decorations, and it was certainly noticeable. She greeted him with false warmth that made him creak, and she walked over to the kitchen after casually giving him the run down. What gall! What insolence! Torvald vehemently sniffed the air, closing his eyes and circling his hands close to his nostrils. He kept his coat on and did not say another word, walking to the living room.​

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With Maria gone, he took his careful seat by the games and the radio playing soft jazz. Nobody was here yet. Where was everybody? It would be a terrible view of his glorious revolution if he were to start ruining the party when nobody was even here. Such a plan, such a plan, oh how it goes down the drain so quickly! But alas, truly the best revolutions were those that would be able to shift to the changing times!​

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So Torvald lounged on the side and waited.​

He eyed some flowers on a vase next to him and poked them gently, but to his immediate chagrin he poked too hard, and the vase with the flowers collapsed off the table, falling with a loud CLANG as the solid mess rolled along the wooden floor, spilling water and flowers. At least the ceramic was still intact.​

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By Marx's moustache! He had to-- shoot, goddammit-- he had to think of something quickly before Maria thought of anything wrong! He jumped off the seat and picked up the vase.​

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<< Ah-- ahaha ... ahahahHAHA, DELICATE FLOWERS, THOUGH YOU ESCAPE THE GRASP OF THE REVOLUTION YOU WILL ALWAYS COME FACE TO FACE WITH THE PROLETARIAN REALITY THAT IS THE FUTURE! YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR THE EFFORTS OF THE INFINITE ARMIES THAT WILL CONTINUE TO EXIST! Sa--SALUTE YOUR PETALS TO MY GLORIOUS FORM! >> ​

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He was considering going to sleep early when his phone vibrated. He turned away from the Dancing Fails Compilation playing on Youtube and grabbed his phone off of his side table. She was definitely ... drunk, or something. He couldn't help but smile a little. Drunk Pierce, texting him, cute ... But then he began to worry, and that worry grew and grew until he felt he should do something about it.

So he called her. When she picked up, he breathed a sigh of relief.

❝Oliverrr?❞

Too cute. His face kept going from a small smile to a frown, back and forth with each conflicting emotion. It was horrible. Had it not been for the recent deaths, he would not be feeling so paranoid that some terrible fate would befall her.

❝Are you alright?❞ He finally asked, leaning further back into his chair and hoping the passing of an airplane above his apartment complex didn't drown him out.

❝... Hmmmmmmm. Maybe. Why? ❞

❝You sound ... well ... drunk. I ... Was worried? I guess? I mean. Do you ... Need me to come over?❞ It was an uncomfortable offer, he had to admit. He felt like a creeper. He wasn't preying on her or anything, but he was afraid she would think so.

❝Worried? ... ... ... Come ... over? I don't--I don't have to b-be alone then... rrrright? ❞

Was she that worried about being alone? Where were her parents? He pressed his lips together. This was just a bad situation all around. She must of been lonely ... They could keep each other company, maybe.

❝Right.❞

❝Okay~ Near Jimmie'ssss. The-the pizza place on... um... Lannnncaster. The blue house. Five-Nine-Threeee-Four. ❞

He sighed, grumbled a thank you and a see-you-soon, and was off.

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Pierce's house was actually just about ten minutes away from his apartments. Instead of heading straight there, he stopped by Jimmie's and got them a pizza, in case she was hungry. He picked up a couple of sodas too, and rented a dumb looking movie from the BlueBox. Once back in his car, he rounded the corner and looked for the blue house.

Oliver parked on the side of the street and stepped out into the frosty air. It was warming up a bit, but not enough to melt the lakes ... They would still be able to go ice skating outside, which he was glad for. The last time they had gone was a bit crowded because of Christmas, but this time would be different. A bit more ... intimate ... not that that mattered ... It's not like she had asked him out on a date. They weren't dating, hah, pff, aaah.

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There was a loud clang and Maria's blue eyes drifted from the kitchen floor over to the living room. Torvald had just jumped to his feet and where a vase of flowers once stood, were now gone. Jeez. Did he have to start acting like this so soon? ❝ Ah-- ahaha ... ahahahHAHA, DELICATE FLOWERS, THOUGH YOU ESCAPE THE GRASP OF THE REVOLUTION YOU WILL ALWAYS COME FACE TO FACE WITH THE PROLETARIAN REALITY THAT IS THE FUTURE! YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR THE EFFORTS OF THE INFINITE ARMIES THAT WILL CONTINUE TO EXIST! Sa--SALUTE YOUR PETALS TO MY GLORIOUS FORM! ❞ She could hear his ranting from the kitchen as she moved to the drawer containing the rags and dish towels.

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Maria joined him in the living room, holding out the towel. She looked up at him with a tired expression on her face before kneeling down to dry up the excess water. ❝ Is it really necessary to act like this all the time? ❞ she asked him from the floor. It was more out of curiosity than outright annoyance. She could be civil, even if she didn't really care for him. When the towel was completely soaked, she rose to her feet and walked back to the kitchen to grab another one, dropping the first in a small hamper for dirty rags. Along with the second rag, she fill a pitcher with water and brought it back to the living room with her. Maria picked up the flowers, setting them back inside the vase, and then pouring the water inside.

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She finished cleaning up the spill on the floor and brought the pitcher and rag back to the kitchen, leaving them on the counter. Maria filled a glass with the sweet tea/lemonade combo and returned to the living room, taking a seat on one of the couches. She didn't feel any better. If anything, she felt worse. Torvald was in a way like a small child. He required constant attention or something was bound to wind up broken. ❝ This is my parent's house, ❞ she reminded him. ❝ Please don't break anything. ❞ Maria didn't look at the tall blond guy. She just drank her drink and stared at the living room floor, leaning into the arm rest of the couch. ❝ I'm surprised you even came... ❞​

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✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/31/2015 ❖ Day: 11 & 2/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Nauseous ❖ Interaction: Torvald ❖ Location: Family Home ✜​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: ✘ ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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Shane was making his way down the street when he felt his phone vibrate. Assuming that it was another call, he reached into his pocket and looked to see just what it was. What he saw wasn't the call icon, but instead the message icon was on the screen. That was strange, there weren't many people that next his number. Still he was curious as to who'd messaged him so he opened up the message.

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At first glance, he thought this to be either spam or some sort of chain message crap. HE would've deleted it on the spot if he didn't notice the attachment the message had. Further investigation revealed it to be an address of someone's house. Okay, it's not a chain message. He thought, that was certainly able to rule out now. There were some doubts about it being spam too. There was a moment of doubt of whether or not he should head to the address, but in the end he headed there.

The address in the message was about 15 minutes away, which didn't take too long for him to get there. Once he was there, he walked up to the door and knocked on it. Even with the light knocking he did, the door still pushed opened. Though it was at a pace where there was a gently creak as it moved. Shane chose to peer through the crack before actually heading inside. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing the girl laying on the ground.


Now going inside the how to get a closer look, the girl seemed to be unconscious. Due to having some cpr training from middle school, he checked to see if she was still breathing. She was. Good, now he took out his phone and dial 911. The conversation between him and the dispatch officer was brief, but he was able to give out the location that he was at. Right now all he could do was wait and make sure that the girl was still breathing when the paramedics arrived.

 

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Pierce paced in misshapen circles in the kitchen. Had she really just invited Oliver over? She never invited a boy over before. Hell, up until Sophie, she had never invited anyone over before. Her mother was working tonight. She stumbled the kitchen and grabbed the counter for balance. There was a knock on the door and she spun on her heel, falling to the floor. Pierce pulled herself to her feet and took careful steps to the door. Maybe it had all been a dream. Oliver didn't really call her. The person on the other side of the door was actually her mother who forgot the house key at work. Or Sophie! Sophie decided she didn't want to go to the party and had come back.

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Her hand trembled as she turned the knob. Blood pounded in her ears and she pulled the door towards her. Oliver stood on the other side holding a pizza box and a DVD. Her face flushed as she mumbled hello and stepped out of the way. He was really here. It was him. He called. She texted him. Oh God! Her mouth was suddenly very dry and she couldn't look up at him. She shut the door timidly and lead him to the kitchen. ❝ Th-thanks for the p-pizza, ❞ she muttered while grabbing plates out of the cupboard. ❝ Y-you d-didn't have to c-come. ❞ Oh God this was a nightmare. She glanced up at him with her chocolate brown eyes then averted her gaze back to the cupboard. Oliver was in her house. It was just the two of them. What was she thinking? Easy answer: she wasn't.

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She swallowed nervously and set the plates down with a clank on the counter. Oops. This all felt so unnatural. She needed to calm down. Calm down heart! It was beating so rapidly she was sure he could hear it. Her skin burned and Pierce had no clue if it was from the alcohol or being so completely embarrassed. ❝ D-did you find it here ok-kay? ❞ she choked out. God she sounded dumb. Pierce bit her lip and turned away from him, moving to the refrigerator. Drinks. She should get him something to drink. She felt parched as well. Her mouth was still completely dried up. She could barely feel her tongue. Pierce poured two glasses of apple juice, not exactly a pizza drink, but it was better than just water. She downed a third of it before leaving the refrigerator. That momentarily helped. Pierce brought the other glass back to him.​

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❝ S-so... you br-brought a mooovie? ❞ Oh God! She raked her hands down the front of her face and took a seat at the counter. He would probably never want to see her again after this. So much for going ice skating the day after New Years.​

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Torvald narrowed his eyes as she appeared and cleaned up the spill. How terrible! He could have done it himself. He was not some child to be looked after. He was the leader of the revolution! And he would not stand for this!​

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... Okay, maybe right now, he would stand for this. The useless peon of the bourgeoisie looked different today. There was something about her face that lined the melancholy of a Greek mask. Should he tone it down for today? Well no, it was useless to walk around without a mask, so he had to keep it up. Stay strong, Torvald-- for the revolution. She sat and drank her tea in silence, and Torvald looked on with a quiet uncertainty.​

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He returned back to his seat and continued to stare at the foolish young imbecile. He looked at his gloved hands, and slowly took them off, gently dropping them on his lap. He stared at his rough, dry hands, clenching and unclenching them absentmindedly.​

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Maria gave him a sideways glance, studying his hardened features. Torvald wasn't bad to look at, if only his personality matched his appearance. She shifted her gaze to the hall which lead to the front door and pursed her lips. ❝ They're probably not coming. You don't have to stay. I wasn't expecting many to come given the circumstances. ❞ She sighed heavily and pulled the glasses off her face. Maria wiped them on the front of her dress and left them in her lap. They were big and got in the way. They made her look dorky, but that was kind of why she liked them. It had always fascinated her growing up how one pair of eyeglasses could completely change someone's persona. That's why she had so many pairs of them. It was like playing a different role every day. These big ones also helped cover more of her face.

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She chewed on her thumb nail and sighed again. Maybe she should just put in a movie. Even if Torvald left, she would have something to sit here and watch until she fell asleep. Noëlle wasn't coming. Maria hadn't received a definitive answer as to whether or not Tucker was coming, but given the time, she doubted he would show up. It would be pretty pathetic if the only person she had over was Torvald. He didn't usually make for great company. She glanced at the movies, then at Torvald, then back to the movies, and finally the vase filled with flowers. They would probably wilt faster now. ❝ That was a nice speech you gave, ❞ she told him. It was actually the truth. When he got down to the seriousness of his speech at the funeral, it had actually been pretty decent.

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Ryder sat out in his car staring at the house. There were lights on. He should go in, but he just couldn't bring himself to get out. He would probably just end up going home. He liked to his mother. She didn't want him going to the party. She wanted him to stay home with them, but he felt like he was suffocating. Ryder told his mom that he was spending the night at Elisa's. If it was any other girl, she would probably have a cow, but not Elisa. He barely even saw her today. The blue-haired girl looked lousy at the funeral and the reception. He couldn't blame her, but she looked especially off.

He sighed, resting his forehead against the steering wheel. His hands clutched the wheel firmly and he shut his eyes. Ryder was tired. He should just go home. That would be the wise thing to do. His mother and sister were a wreck. His father hadn't come after all. There was a pang of resentment that plagued him. That was wrong of him. The man should have come. There were plenty of other people that came. His grandparents were over at the house so it wasn't like his family was totally alone. When he told his grandmother that he was going out, she scolded him pretty sternly. His grandfather, on the other hand, told him he could probably use some time away from the rest of them and ushered him out the door with a handful of cash.

The money rested in his wallet. He loved his grandfather, both of them, but they didn't usually see much of his paternal family. His phone lit up in the center console and he ignored it. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. He just wanted to disappear for awhile. Granted, going to the party kind of did the opposite of that, which was one of the reasons why he hadn't gone in yet. He lifted his head, leaning it back against the seat. He was tired. Maybe he would fall asleep in the car and freeze to death... What a ridiculous thing to think of. Ryder sighed and picked up his phone, sending a message to Elisa.

 

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The funeral had been rather damper and emotional, for the families who had attended. I spoke to none of them, and seeing as none of them truly knew the full story, they hardly paid mind to myself. There was nothing I could say to them that would ease their pain, and there was much matter in wasting time for nothing.

FATIME wasn't here, although I had called her this morning. She was speaking to no one, trapped in that small sphere of her own creation that was filled with regret, shame, and torment. She might have wished me to be there for her, and I would not mind that in the least, but what have I to say to her? We did not intend for them to die, it was not even in our line of sight, but it happened, and now it has passed. I decided I would call her soon.

Towards the end of the service, SOPHIE and myself were the final pair to make a speech, each separately. I somehow found myself dissatisfied with SOPHIE's speech, perhaps because she was outwardly displaying far too much emotion, but that was a part of her character; to sometimes appear to have the deepest regret for what has happened. My speech was far less emotionally constructed, and more logical, though I did appeal to them, spinning logic that so many emotional humans hate into something they could bear to hear — want to hear, even.

MARIA HARTWICK having a party this evening. Who would have a party after a funeral? I come to think of Dias de los Muertos, a holiday where the Mexicans celebrate the dead; as if passed lovers, children, parents, relatives, friends were not something to mourn, but something to be joyous over, as they have moved on. I rather enjoy that perception. Still, to throw a soireé only hours after a funeral has taken place seems rather unorthadox.

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Lucas uncrossed his legs and stood from the leather-bound seat in the library, giving a stretch. It echoed off the walls and the numerous shelves of books, and perhaps even throughout the house. No one else was home besides himself; he assumed SOPHIE was returned to PIERCE's house, though for what, he didn't know.

There wasn't much else for him to do, so he would be rather bored without any company. Briefly, he considered attending MARIA's party; who would be there?

He almost — almost — wanted TORVALD to be here. There was still so much for them to do together, to talk about. He loathed that beast, and it was his dearest wish to see him put down — no, to put him down himself. What pleasure that would bring him.

Chain up the beast, discipline him, and if all else failed, destroy him. Destroy his purpose, his whole entire being — everything about him. Lucas rather liked the thought. . . . It would probably be better to know more about his enemy before working him inside out.

Lucas decided he would attend MARIA's party, just to see the beast, and if he was there.

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I have to force myself to remember this is not my home, and that I must not attend to the needs of everyone present. It's fine. I'm able to control myself.

The car door opens, I walk the path to the door, and then knock. It's answered a few moments later, by MARIA, herself, and she lets me in, showing me to the living room.

Ah . . . I smile. There he is, the foul red monster. My focus is completely on him; I hardly notice that anyone isn't present.

❝Good evening, tigr.❞ I greeted, and take a seat on the adjacent couch. The home is nice, and I particularly like the living room. The color scheme avidly reminds me of my sister, save the actually color in it, perhaps. ❝I didn't expect you to come, considering you might want to do something to bolster our fallen comrades, rather than sit about. It's not like you.❞​

 

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It was a familiar feeling. Heavy eyelids, shallow breathing, vision blurring in and out of focus as she gazed blankly at a part of her wall. Emptiness. Her body was sprawled over her bed with only her chest rising and falling indicating she wasn't completely motionless. She as wearing only her undergarments again, ripping off the black dress she wore earlier in disgust. That was officially her funeral dress and she hoped she never had to wear it again. She arrived home... sometime ago. She wasn't exactly certain on when. It honestly felt like a day ago, but time seemed to move so slowly lately, it probably hadn't been too long since she returned from the funeral.

At the depressing ritual, she was able to give her presents to Richie. She did it during the reception, while others were busy chatting away. She slipped over to the caskets, hopefully without being noticed, and did what she really, really didn't want to do. She looked.

She looked at his face and felt her heart stop beating. She swore she died for that short moment (quote her and she will deny). Tears immediately gathered in her eyes and already began to fall as the seconds passed while she looked at him. Her right hand was buried in her bag, clasping the presents for Richie. She looked away quickly. She couldn't take it. Her friend was smiling, his eyes were shut - but it didn't look at all peaceful to her. It wasn't the smile she remembered from her best friend. This was forced (well, in reality it really was). His green eyes were covered by his eyelids but even so, they looked as lifeless as they literally were. His body was so stiff - not at all what Richie was like when he slept in bed. This was just wrong. All of it. This wasn't the party celebrating the life of Richie Duvont. This wasn't the happy air that he had once talked about with her. This wasn't the way her best friend was. This wasn't the way he was going to be remembered by. It was all wrong.

She looked back again, sniffling as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Her lip trembled and when she took a breath in, she shook. This was so wrong! She pulled out the presents in her bag and lay them down on Richie's chest, in all attempts to make his dead body in the casket look even the slightest bit right. She placed the stickers by his the side of his shoulder, pinning it to stand straight between the wall of the casket and the bag of macaroons she made for him. She placed the lookbook of his favourite male models by his arm, tucking in by the wall once more. This was a little less noticeable than the other. Lastly, she placed the photograph in his hands. His hands were stiff and she couldn't move them properly for a moment, letting a sob escape her, but eventually he clasped the photograph in his hand. She straightened up. She didn't really think about what she just did and it was probably really selfish and egotistical of her to do that but she did it. And she looked at him for one last time before she broke.

She walked briskly out of the room, ran out to her car and locked herself in there as she sobbed hysterically. She screamed out at her dead best friend, as rage and depression devoured her. Why did he leave her? Why did he have to die? This went on for what seemed like forever, but most likely wasn't, before she finally got back to breathing close to normally and drove back home (half of her still half-hoping she would die along the way).

Again, she did not die. Her phone buzzed next to her, and she sluggishly reached for it. A text from Ryder.

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She exhaled deeply, feeling her eyes grow even heavier. What was with him and not spelling correctly? Seriously, wreck-less? It irritated her a bit, but that feeling quickly disolved as drowsiness overpowered it. Guess the three sleeping pills she took were coming to effect. She began to type a response,

To: Ryder ​

Don't know what you're talking about.​

If you're going to the party pick me ​

up, I'll go if you go.​

The lack of smileys and odd diction would probably be unfamiliar to most but she didn't really have the energy for it. Going to a party would probably be nice, in a way. Sure, the sleeping pills causing her obvious drowsiness could be a problem but it was better than what she was doing now. She also kind of missed Ryder, in a way. She didn't really get it. Maybe it was just the pills and her drowsy mind making her feel that way. Oh, what if the party had drinks? That'd be a great way to just forget and go wreck-less. Yeah, that would be nice because wow, she just hated being home nowadays.[DOUBLEPOST=1372934433][/DOUBLEPOST]

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He didn't really want to go to the party, not after the funeral. He arrived rather late, some people had already gone but he stayed for a while. Talked with some of the family members of those who passed, sent them his deepest apologizes and condolences, which was very difficult but it was polite and he felt like it had to be done. He stayed for a fair amount of time, before leaving and heading back home.

He arrived late because he spoke to his mother earlier that day, it was better. She was less worried - most probably because it was a family video call. His step father and little baby step brother were there too so he and his mother went back to square one: pseudo smiles and faux happiness. There was that air between the two of them that only they could notice. They both knew it was forced, but save for the sake of the holiday, they ignored it.

Sean also contacted him today, actually - for quite a number of times but he only responded to his text about his family inviting Tucker over for dinner. He politely excused himself, mentioning the funeral more of an excuse to not going, but also put in more truth that there was a party going on that he was going to. Sean replied with a simple text and Tucker sent an even simpler response terminating the conversation and went back to ignoring. It wasn't that he wanted to ignore his friend, hell, he felt absolutely terrible for doing that but he still couldn't stand knowing the look on his friend's face when he spoke to him. It was the I-look-at-you-like-a-charity-case face. He couldn't stand it.

Of course, the party mention in his text was more of an excuse too. Yeah there was one but when he sent that, Tucker was still not too bent on going. There was just that sulking air still clinging onto him, but this was Maria's party and she always seemed to be the perfect distraction. He didn't have to pretend with her, not anymore, and he always felt a little more chipper with her. Like, genuinely chipper.

Nothing to do at home other than sulking versus spending time with a very good friend. It seemed like such an easy battle with the obvious winner but he still hesitated. After a couple more minutes of consulting with himself, he got up from his bed. He tore off the plain black polo shirt he wore to the funeral and replaced it with another. He threw a jacket over that, changed into a less formal pair of shoes and proceeded to grabbing his phone, his car keys and locking the door of his apartment once he shut it behind him.

The drive to Maria's house was quiet, despite the New Year celebrations in the homes that he passed. Maybe the news about all these freak-deaths were scaring the people in town. He wouldn't blame them, honestly. He parked his car out in the street, and then walked up the short path to her home. He wondered how many people were already inside. He wasn't incredibly late, but still. He stepped up on the porch and knocked on the front door. He quickly stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets after. Things seemed a little colder.

 

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<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >>​

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The girl had seemingly changed so quickly. It may have simply been the deaths of the recent comrades, would it not? She had gone from the spicy, thorned rose to something that felt more like the trampled boots of Stalin's feet. Something more hollow. Torvald looked around the room again, and noticed how empty it felt. Was that just the dreadful feeling of the New Years' reaching its dark phalanges across the turn of the year?

Bourgeois peon commented on his speech, and -- and she felt strangely content about it.
That speech.
Dammit! It was foolish of him to even say anything. You slipped, Torvald. They saw a bit behind everything. How could the revolution continue if they were aware of the revolution's humanity! Torvald blankly stared at his hands as he thought about the speech. What had gotten over him to do something so idiotic? Was it the memories of three, four years ago? He tried to hide his shudder.

He was about to reply when there was a knock on the door. Torvald watched the girl get up with his dormant silence and neutral, wary expression.
It took only a few moments before his face sunk and his eyes widened.

That--
Are you absolutely positive? He made it. The fool actually visited! Hahaha. God damn.
Torvald jumped up and walked over to that bloody smug-faced panther, narrowing his eyes in burning disdain. It felt as if life returned to his once quiet form.

<< Maria, this man is dangerous. >> He muttered, below his breath, unaware that he called her something besides a nickname for once.
<< I know well enough why you are here, you bloody murderer. WE SHALL, AS THEY SAY, DANCE. >> Torvald made a big, intentional show and forcibly grabbed Lucas' hand. << COMRADE MARIA, WE ARE NOT GOING TO MAKE A PUGILISTIC MESS IN YOUR LOVELY HOUSE, SO EXCUSE OUR REVOLUTION OUTSIDE. >> It was extremely hard to drag Lucas anywhere -- his strength matched his own equally.

Torvald opened the door ready to throw Lucas and himself outside, but there was a knock on the door just as he opened it, and he did not catch Tucker's startled face as he threw Lucas outside, taking himself with him due to the panther's force and inertia, the two men barreling into poor Tucker just outside the house.​

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<< CEASE REVOLUTION >>​

 

☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» Calm ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/31/2015 Location » Street ☆ OOC:☆ ​

Estelle had walked home from the funeral home, seeing as her sister had forgotten to pick her up. She knew she was busy, but not that busy. She sighed, seeing her breath in the cold of the night. She wished she hadn't worn a dress, she was afraid of getting mugged... but then again she had no money, so what did it matter? But she didn't want to get abducted either. She sighed again, and she saw that she had been going the wrong way, she was at the hospital now. ​

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She didn't know what to do. With no money, no phone battery and no car, she didn't see how she was getting home. ​

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She sat outside of the hospital, on a bench zipping up the once fancy, but now old long coat. She looked around, she wondered what she would do. She wondered if her family would be celebrating, she doubted it. Maybe she could crash a party.... but she wasn't like that. She should've asked Aidan after the service for a ride, but he seemed too upset for her to bother... ​

 

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When the knock came, Maria was thankful for an excuse to leave Torvald's company. However, she was a little dumbfounded to see that it was Lucas at the door. Sure, he was Fatime's older brother, but he was also the Bennett hired help. She hadn't exactly invited him, so his presence came at a shock. Oh well. It wasn't like it mattered much to her. He followed her back to the living room and the air in the room seemed to get thick with tension.

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❝ Good evening, tigr. ❞ Lucas greeted Torvald. ❝ I didn't expect you to come, considering you might want to do something to bolster our fallen comrades, rather than sit about. It's not like you. ❞ His words made the knots in her stomach tighten. She was feeling even more nauseous now.

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❝ Maria, this man is dangerous. ❞ Torvald muttered below his breath. She pursed her lips. Dear God. What was about to happen? ❝ I know well enough why you are here, you bloody murderer. WE SHALL, AS THEY SAY, DANCE. ❞ Torvald made a big, intentional show and forcibly grabbed Lucas' hand. ❝ COMRADE MARIA, WE ARE NOT GOING TO MAKE A PUGILISTIC MESS IN YOUR LOVELY HOUSE, SO EXCUSE OUR REVOLUTION OUTSIDE. ❞ He grabbed Lucas, dragging him towards the door.

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Maria looked mortified as she quickly followed after the pair of them. Torvald opened the door ready to throw Lucas and himself outside, but there was a knock on the door just as he opened it. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of the cherry-haired red head across the threshold. Torvald did not catch Tucker's startled face as he threw Lucas outside, taking himself with him. Lucas was not the only one to go with him. She watched as they knocked down Tucker and her hand flew to her mouth shock. What the hell was wrong with him?! She ran in her heels to the front door and stood on the porch. Quickly she grabbed Tucker and pulled him to his feet.​

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She narrowed her eyes at the revolutionary and the butler. ❝ What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Honestly! ❞ Maria was beyond livid. She looked at Tucker who felt wet under her hands. Her eyes were full of concern. ❝ Are you okay? ❞ she asked him. Her sharp icy gaze flashed to the two men entangled on the ground. ❝ If you're going to act like animals for no fucking reason, you can just stay out here! ❞ Maria grabbed Tucker by the arm and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind them.​

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❝ Jesus Fucking Christ, ❞ she muttered to herself. She mashed her lips together and gave Tucker a once over. The porch had snow on it and he looked wet. ❝ We should probably get you dried off before you get sick. Stephan has some of his old clothes here. You can wear them while those dry. ❞ She gave him a wry smile and took his hand, bringing Tucker in the direction of her older brother's old bedroom.​

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Inside, she rifled through his drawers until she found a pair of pants and a t-shirt that looked like they would fit Tucker. Maria handed them to him before walking out of the bedroom. Tucker would undoubtedly want to change in private. She stood outside the door and leaned against the wall. Tonight was a disaster.​

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✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 12/31/2015 ❖ Day: 11 & 3/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Annoyed ❖ Interaction: Torvald//Lucas//Tucker ❖ Location: Family Home ✜​

✜ ❤: Tucker ❖ Activity: ✘ ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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The ambulance soon arrived at the house and the paramedics entered. They did there own little check on her vitals before placing her on the stretcher and carrying her into the truck. As they did, Shane followed behind them into the vehicle. During the ride he remained silent, not that there was much to say anyway. All he did was keep and eye on the girl as they drove.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the paramedic took her to her a room where they did another diagnostic on her. While this was going on, Shane waited outside the room until someone came out. When a doctor did, he wasted no time asking. "How is she?"

"She'll be fine, she just fainted due to exhaustion. She'll be feeling better in a couple of days." The doctor replied.

Well that calmed down his worry's somewhat. "Oh, that's good." He said said before getting up. Now that he knew of her condition, he didn't have to worry to much. Maybe he would visit in a couple of days. He wasn't obligated to do so, but he just felt like doing so.

As he exited the hospital, he noticed someone sitting there out of the corner of his eye. A closer look showed that it was Estelle, the girl he'd met a yesterday. "Hey there." He said to her, figuring to wait a bit before asking why she was here at the hospital.

 

☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» Calm ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/31/2015 Location » Street ☆ OOC:☆ ​

Estelle turned around, she jumped. Her fist ready to throw a punch. "Oh, I'm so sorry, you scared me." Estelle laughed. "Hello Shane, how are you?" She asked sweetly. Estelle laughed. "I'm a little lost... I tried to walk home, from the funeral earlier... but it was quite a ways away from home and I somehow got over here.." She said. "I have a terrible sense of direction." She laughed. "Um... what are you doing here?" She asked. ​

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She was relived to see him there, maybe she could get to know him better, and she was glad it wasn't someone she didn't know... she would be terrified. She smiled at him, trying to keep eye contact. Even though it was hard. She thought that maybe she would be... less shy now. She felt kind of braver..​

 

Mood: A bit relived (X) Wearing (X) Music (X) Location: Hospital (X) OOC:

"I see." Shane replied before listening to Estelle give her explanation. He'd hear about some deaths over the news a couple days ago, just didn't bother to think much about it. When she asked what he was doing here, he lightly chuckled. "Well, it's kinds complicated." That was the best yet truthful reason he could give without going into detail.

Since he didn't feel like standing up the whole talking to her, he moved to the other side of her and sat. "You mind if I sit here." He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable or anything like that. All she would have to do is say something and he would move.

 

☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» Nervous/Happy ☆ Music ☆ Date: 12/31/2015 Location » Street ☆ OOC:☆ ​

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"I see." Shane replied​

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Estelle laughed playfully, trying not to look to nervous. Even though she felt comfortable, her heart was pounding, and her hands were sweating a bit ​

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You mind if I sit here."​

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Estelle turned bright red. Since Estelle knew she was very pale, she thought it must've stood out a lot. "Oh no I don't mind." She said, her voice shaking a bit. "But... it's new years eve... don't you have plans already?" She asked. "I mean... not that I'm trying to get rid of you or anything, because I'm not." She assured him. "But, surely you have better things to do." She said. "Sorry... I ramble a lot." She explained. ​