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◀ ☼ ✐LOCATION⦂ ROAD ✎ DAY⦂ 5 & 1/4 ▶​

◀ ♫ ✔ ✐ MOOD⦂ CRAVING ✎ OOC⦂ ✘ ▶​

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And with that, they left--not allowing for anymore time to be wasted. It was already late and it would be even later by the time they made it to Lightbrooke and back. As long as it didn't end up being a waste, he didn't care so much. It was dark out. The only thing breaking through the inky blackness was the light of the moon on the clear night sky. Erik took a quick head count of the kids that were with them. It probably would have been better if one of them hung back with Bryan, but the sheer number of kids in that group had to account for something.

He rested his hands behind his head as he walked, elbows pointing out. Erik sighed, wishing he had a cigarette. "When we get to Lightbrooke, there better be a 24-hour convenience store open because I could really use a smoke, or two." he said more to himself. This was probably the longest he had gone without a cigarette in awhile and he wasn't exactly fond of the idea. He inhaled and his eyebrows raised, almost as if he could smell the plume of carcinogenic smoke surrounding him. It was a taunting mirage of flavor wafting over him. Erik pressed his lips together into a fine line and squinted in the dark. The familiar tingle in his legs from walking began to stir even thought they hadn't gone too far yet. He glanced over his shoulder but the train station was already invisible in the darkness of the night.

Erik didn't want to spook the kids, but it just felt so eerie--ominous. He glanced over at the small blond girl, hands still behind his head. A chill sent goosebumps down his back, but he just shrugged it off. "What did Maria say about the map? I just missed that part when I walked up."

 

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◀ ☼ ✐LOCATION⦂ ROAD//TOWN BOARDER ✎ DAY⦂ 5 & 1/4 ▶​

◀ ♫ ✐ MOOD⦂ UNCOMFORTABLE ✎ OOC⦂ ✘ ▶​

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They walked for a good half mile and when they reached the T in the road, Erik was informed to go right, per Maria's instructions. However, the bit about being able to see town after that was off. The closer they got to town, the more things felt wrong. Normally, one would be able to see business and street lights off in the distance. There were no lights signifying that they were going in the right direction, only large shadowy structures. He checked the time on his watch every few minutes, afraid that they hadn't actually made any progress.

It took about a half hour to reach the boarder of the town, and even then, Erik hadn't realized they were there. He almost walked right into the 'Welcome to Lightbrooke' sign. Everything was dark beyond that. The night was silent aside from their group and rustling noises off in the distance. A breeze made the expanse whistle and howl on occasion and the cool temperature sent chills down his spine. His bare arms were laced in goosebumps, and he peered at the town in confusion. "It's so dark," he murmured. His chocolate eyes moved upwards as he studied the sign in the moonlight. Something appeared off about it. He slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out the lighter that was in there.

Erik flicked it once and held it up with one hand, while protecting the flame with the other. A faint glow was cast upon the sign and in the mixture of microflame and moonlight, he saw the large yellow tag plastered to the welcome sign. A black gas mask was silloeutted on yellow and he gulped down a forming lump in his throat. His pupils were fully dilated, absorbing as much light as possible and mixing with a wave of fear and nausea. His head turned slowly as he looked over at the group with him. This was bad.

He couldn't seem to voice his words. There were all kinds of things he wanted to say, but none would come. He needed to stay calm. There was no room for panic, not from one of the oldest members in the group. He needed to stay serious and unfazed. Erik let the flame of the lighter disappear and slipped it back in his pocket. His legs had gone numb, but he shrugged it off. His chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to regain his composure. There were one of two options for why Lightbrooke would have that giant sticker plastered to their city limits sign, the town had been infected with some sort of chemical, or it was a nuclear testing sight. Both of those somehow felt so off. If there was a town like that nearby, they all should have known. It was something they would learn about in science class or hear reports on in the news. It looked utterly abandoned as he studied what lie ahead of them. There was nothing. The would be going back to the others with terrible news. He was at fault for them being stuck in the situation they were in now. Erik kicked the ground, dirt flying up into the air. His fist slammed into the sign and he groaned in pain and frustration. This was his fault. They were stuck because of him, and now they led a whole group of teenagers to a town that could potentially get them all sick because of him.

His hand throbbed and he felt the skin crack on his knuckles and the warm caress of blood trickling down. The pain was absent from anger and adrenaline pumping through his veins, but in a short while it would kick in. He ran his undamaged hand through his brown locks and the moon reflected in his eyes as he studied the faces of all those present with him. "This was a bad idea," was all he could finally manage.

 

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You decide to enter Lightbrooke, disregarding the warning sign. The town is empty and desolate. There are no stores, or gas stations that you can see ... Only a row of empty houses on either side of you, and a cracked cement sidewalk bordering the gravel road. An eerie yellowish mist twists and hovers slowly above the ground. The smell is reminiscent of summer fireworks and gas fuel. You turn down one of the empty roads, and notice a park. Beyond it is a short brick wall separating the playground from an apartment complex. Your group moves forward, noticing one of the lights to an apartment is on, though flickering. You don't know what's in store for you, but you've already come this far. Turning back empty handed, now of all times ... It's difficult to tell what happened here or how recently, but one of you wonders if it has something to do with the strange spillage you heard about on the radio before summer started. It was reported to have been minor tragedy and to have been taken care of, but if the incident really was connected, that obviously was not the case. It seemed strange, however, that -- if the situation was being kept under wraps -- there were no authorities to be found. All of this seemed strange, really. The fire, the ferry, the strange town of Bentley and now being stranded. Almost like a curse. Stratana begins to cough. It is a small thing at first, but quickly escalates into a full-scale wheezing. One of you goes to comfort her, before the same coughing fit overwhelms them as well. Quickly, the rest of you try to cover your faces with clothing and skin, but it's fruitless. The exposure has already caught up with you and begun to take affect. Your lungs burn for air as if you're suffocating, and your throat goes raw from the hacking and gasping. Your deaths start out slow, paralyzing and painful at first -- before you're allowed to gradually fade into a dizzy, numb, sleep.

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『WEATHER』 CLEAR SKIES 52°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/19/2013 - 2:04AM ✖『DAY』 05​

It had been a very long time since she last dreamed. They were rare, but when they came, they were brilliantly vivid. Noëlle could remember sounds, tastes, feelings, colors and faces as if she had really truly been there. It was magical ... and absolutely horrifying, when they were nightmares. Every thrill, and moment of terror -- however ridiculous -- plague her hours after the nightmare had ended.

It's part of the reason she liked her privacy when she slept. She supposed it wasn't an enormous preference, but having a nightmare around others was ... embarrassing.

This time, she had jolted wide awake with a loud, short cry. Her chest heaved with wild breaths, and her eyes scanned her surroundings, eager to register reality again. That nightmare had been about her father ... Well, a subconsciously modified version of him. But there was a familiar smell and a comforting warmth near her that calmed her heart. It was Bryan ... and then, memories of the last few hours flooded back into her skull and she realized where she was.

They were at the train station. She had fallen asleep on Bryan's lap, oblivious to anything else going on. The sun still wasn't up, but the sky was just a bit of a lighter blue.

The quick look around alerted her that the others still weren't back yet. It was worrisome, and she hoped that they had found a place to rest and were simply doing so until a bit later. She still wished with everything in her that Bryan had let Joey come. They could have sent help, or hell, even taken a few of them with. Her lip stung as she chewed on it. Panic from the nightmare fueled her new concerns and she rubbed her eyes sleepily -- nervously.

❝ ... They aren't back, yet.❞

Her tired, shaky voice cut through the cool air, fingertips twirling in her lap. A shiver ran down her spine and her stomach growled with hunger. Earlier, she had explored the station a bit more. There was a vending machine, but it hadn't been restocked in quite a bit and had a giant OUT OF ORDER paper plastered to it's surface.

She wanted to go home. Her legs bent up against her chest, and she stayed close to Bryan -- sitting at his side on one of the benches. Her eyes were welling up with tears again and her body shook.

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Maria was having a hard time attempting sleep. Shivers wracked her body which caused pain in her side. She took comfort in Tucker's sweater, hugging it close to her body. She had moved further into the train station, seated on the ground near Noëlle and Bryan. Maria uncharacteristically kept to herself. She took another Vicodin and let its effects wash over her. She felt a bit delirious, but it helped ease her mind into a half-sleep stupor. Maria fazed in and out. She wasn't quite sure how long she sat there on the concrete floor with her bare feet freezing and head resting against a leg--she never looked to see who's it was--, but she managed to be content. At least, until a familiar sweet voice spoke up. ❝ ... They aren't back, yet. ❞ That was true. How long had they been gone?

She lifted her foggy head and looked up at Noëlle. It took a minute for Maria to work through the haze in her mind in order to form words. ❝ Sure thur fine, ❞ she told her. Her voice was low and slurred from the pain killers. How long had they been gone. ❝ Uhruk said he'd be back if things wur good.❞ Silvery blond tresses fell in her face and she brushed them aside. ❝ Be back eventually... prolly took... ❞ Maria yawned, ❝ wrong... turn... ❞ Her eyelids drooped and she let her head fall back down onto the unidentified leg.

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✜ Mood: Sleepy ❖ Interaction: ✘❖ Location: Train Station ✜ ​

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❤ MOOD ↝ FREEZING/WORRIED/SAD❤​

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Elisa glanced at everyone, shivering more than she ever had. Her teeth wouldn't stop chattering as she tightly gripped at her thin limbs. The cold was really biting at her - at her bare shoulders, exposed back barely blanketed by her blue hair, on her skinny arms and legs and the tip of her nose.

They were all gathered by the train station. The time that passed felt like an eternity - but it was still so dark and the sky didn't seem to change even the slightest shade of indigo. She got really scared and worried when she couldn't see the lighter of Erik, who lead the ones who left for Lightbrooke, anymore. Luckily, Richie had approached her and she stuck with him since then. Now, she sat by him, continuing their small talk. The boy seemed pretty sad and moved about something - but she decided not to meddle into it so she just stuck to the small talk he had started with.

❝ ... They aren't back, yet.❞

The girl who spoke was right, she looked at her immediately. It was the pink haired girl from earlier when she was the Bryan on the train - well, kind of with, at least. She frowned. The team that had left were gone for so long - and people she knew were on that group: the male counselor who joined them from the hospital, Tucker, and her own cabin mate, Sebastian. She thought of them. This was horrible. What if something tragic happened to them! Not only were the two boys she knew were form there, but two other counselors as well! Two counselors that radiated leader-type. The people left in the group, were people she knew more, but other than Bryan - he was the only counselor. Plus, a lot of them who stayed were very tired and even injured. If something had happened to the group ahead, what was to happen to them?

❝ Sure thur fine, ❞

She blinked as the girl nearby spoke up, a tear drop falling from each of her eyes. She was still shaking and shivering and a wave of sadness and worry kind of filled her, but she looked up at the girl with her worried eyes as she spoke.

❝ Uhruk said he'd be back if things wur good........ Be back eventually... prolly took... wrong... turn... ❞

Well, that certainly didn't make her feel better. She was tired of trying to be nice now. She just wanted to go home! She knew she should have stayed instead of going off to camp!! The internet was a much safer place. She bit onto her lower lip, letting out a small wimper. This was just so bad. She felt another tear roll down her cheek, and she simply placed her head on her knees. She was sure Richie would have probably already noticed her crying, "R-Richie...?" she began, not really knowing what to say, but she continued with a shaky voice anyway with what bothered her mind at the moment, "Where are the others? Why aren't they back? What's going to happen to us?"

 

"R-Richie...? Where are the others? Why aren't they back? What's going to happen to us?"

Richie had no answers to any of Elisa's questions. It couldn't have been more than a few hours since the large group left. There were only nine people who stayed at the station, last time Richie counted. Though, with a lot of peopld in the group, it /is/ odd that not even one returned with an update or some information or something. He noticed his companion brgin to softly cry. He alleviated her worries with, "I'm sure they just got caught up in exploring. They'll be back soon, don't worry." He smiled warily, and hugged her. She was shivering.

He thought about his attire. He barely had anything on, and yet he wasn't as cold as Elisa appeared to be. Sure, he was chilly, but not to the point of quivering. If he had a jacket or something, he would offer it to her. But alas, all he had was a towel and some slippers.

Their warming hug would have to do for now.

 

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Pierce pulled her bare legs up under the sweater, trying to keep warm. She leaned against the wall, curled up into a ball. Her hands rubbed together and she buried her face in her knees. There was finally some chatter after what seemed like forever. She sighed. The tips of her ears were red with the stinging burn of coldness. It was summer, but so cold. She yawned. Exhaustion wearing thick like a blanket.

She sat by herself. Their group was smaller than the one that had left. She wondered how they were doing. Why it might be taking them so long. Erik had said two hours, right? It had to have been two hours by now. Pierce yawned again, turmoil twisted and knotted her insides. She left sick. Staying up late and being stressed always made her feel sick. Her limbs throbbed with pain from the cold. She let her eyelids fall shut. They would be back soon. They would be back with good news--a warm place to stay and transportation. She just needed to rest until then. They were okay. Tucker was okay. Adrain--he was okay. They were all fine.

Her chest rose and fell as she let herself drift in and out of consciousness. Had it not been for the shivering, she probably would have managed to fully sleep. Short napping increments were the only thing she could manage to undergo. It was making the night feel even longer.

 

-Reader Discretion Advised- You wait ... And wait ... And wait ... Hours pass and the sun rises, leaving the train station as empty and useless as it started out. No cars come through and hunger is becoming unbearable as night falls. It is difficult to get to sleep, but you manage after a long while of speculating and considering your options. You finalize plans to wake earlier and start the trip to Lightbrooke yourselves. A few hours pass, and the sound of a truck stirs a few of you. Bryan is the first to stand, and the rest of you follow -- trying to get the attention of the tanker by jumping up and down and flailing on the far side of the road, close to the first platform. It seems to be completely ignoring you, with one headlight completely smashed out and the other shining on the opposite side of the street. Your group begins to deflate and lose hope (Noëlle bursting into tears), with the exception of Bryan, who -- in a bout of determination, runs out into the middle of the street and cups his hands over his mouth, shouting for the attention of the driver. The tanker slows down a bit, and the rest of you begin to trickle onto the side of the street, preparing to approach the tanker when it stops and finally go home. Bryan gives a small wave of encouragement towards your group. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as expressions twist into shock and horror, and someone cries out. He's in the process of turning, wondering what the fuss is about, when the tanker slams into his body at a high speed. He is killed instantly, mangled body thrown onto the pavement and then ran over as the truck continues forward. Noëlle screams out and runs to him, ignoring any protests. She refuses to leave his side, covered in his blood, even hours after the incident. Richie offers to stay with her -- clearly distraught himself, as the rest of you make your way to Lightbrooke -- desperate for some way out of this hell. Everyone, excluding Noëlle and Richie, move forward. They are exposed to the same strange mist as group 'going', and die in the same manner. Morning comes and the heat rises into the low nineties. No one drives through. Noëlle and Richie find comfort in each other as they, eventually, give way to hunger, dehydration and exhaustion. One day after their deaths, Joey arrives.

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『WEATHER』 COOL 62°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 -7:59PM ✖『DAY』 03​

Noëlle wasn't entirely sure, and she turned around to look back towards the other's. The speedboat had caused some more waves, and a new current. Her legs were about to fall off, she could feel it.

❝GO, AND SEND HELP. GROUP ONE, IF YOU CAN FIT, TAKE UP HIS OFFER. HAVE THEM COME BACK FOR GROUP TWO AND SO ON. IF THERE IS ANYONE EXTREMELY INJURED, TAKE THEM WITH YOU NOW.❞

Suddenly, the voice of Garth rang out over the water. Nervousness crept up inside of her, but she pushed it down and nodded.

Most of those who were majorly injured were either within group one or already ...

She coughed and sniffled, kicking her way to the edge of the speedboat and accepting the stranger's help inside. She trembled and held her numb arm at the shoulder, considering popping it back into place but not having the nerve quite yet.

More wet bodies piled in, and the helmsman looked a bit ... agitated. They were probably too many, but who was he to tell anyone to get back into the water? They looked pitiful. Instead, he went back to wheel and, suddenly, they were jetting off in the opposite direction of the sunken vessels. No one had bothered to ask where exactly they would be going, but Noëlle was happy enough just getting out of the water. The sun began to warm the rest of her body.

❝Thank you.❞ Her voice was a bit too aggressive, but they didn't seem to notice.

❝Oh, it's not a problem,❞ his voice was genuine, and she felt at ease. ❝I'm just glad we got there on time! ... You can call me Mr. Grant!❞ He said the name with great pride, and Noëlle wondered casually what kind of a relationship he had with his parents.

Mrs. Grant grabbed a towel from the starboard and meekly offered it to Maria -- who looked terribly shaken up. Noëlle was envious, but put it aside. Her bag sat on her lap, and her eyes stared out ahead of them. She wondered what would happen now, and about her own parents.

Part of her expected this boat to sink, too.

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Luckily, that didn't happen.

After a small amount of time on the water, they arrived at a beautiful private dock, with vibrant greenery and pure, white sand. They had to walk a short distance before being stopped by a ginormous silver gate, where Mr. Grant punched in a number. Mrs. Grant put did the same, and they both pressed their thumbs against a censor before the gate opened to accommodate them.

It was a bit ... extravagant, for such a simple looking couple, but what could she say?

They were invited into a type of car she had never seen before, and piled into the back.

❝Patrick, they ...❞

The rumbling of the car driving over white gravel drowned the conversation in the front mostly out, but Noëlle could pick out a few things. Mr. Grant's name was Patrick, and Mrs. Grant's name was Delilah. They had a daughter and a son.

Driving took over an hour, and the wait made her feel anxious. Their cell phones weren't going to be working any time soon, and she just wanted to go home.

The longer they took, the more she felt they weren't going back for the others.

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Finally, they arrived at a rather fantastical inn (Bentley Grove Inn was engraved at the top of a tall arch in bright pink cursive letters) that reminded her of a gingerbread house and Mr. Grant parked, turning to face them in the back.

❝Alright, kids. Those of you who aren't injured can stay here for the night. Tell the innkeeper -- Cane -- that Patrick sent you. If you need medical attention, head on across the street to the clinic. Mrs. Grant and I are going to go send help to the rest of your friends, just in case!❞

Night was falling quickly and a bad feeling bubbled up in her stomach.

Even so, she climbed out of the car when motioned to, and clutched her bag to her stomach. The strange car gurgled before going completely silent, like a hybrid, and disappeared along the vanilla hued cobblestone beneath them.

Bentley Grove Clinic was literally right across the street. It was an old fashioned looking establishment made of sugar-painted brick, with as bright a label as the Inn's. Inside, she could see sky blue circular seats and white carpet.

Her heart lurched in her chest. It would not have been nearly as unsettling, if there had been more people around ... or anyone, other than them.

❝Well ...❞

Her throat was hoarse. Bryan was the only one she felt she could consult, but he had been ... distant, and she didn't know what to do. Jack was not there, and Alice ...

Feeling alienated and awkward, she stepped slowly away from the group and headed over to the clinic, holding her bag close to her as the double doors swung open automatically.

The clinic smelled like a bakery -- which was really alarming. Her nose crinkled and her head spun. No one was at the counter, so she picked up a bronze hand-bell and swung it back and forth.

In a few seconds, a nurse stepped up to the front desk. She had large, bright green eyes, a button nose, rosy cheeks and a head full of sandy curls. Very beautiful.

❝Hello, how can I help you?❞

Noëlle smiled politely, ignoring the strange revving sounds she heard coming from behind the desk.

❝Yes! Um...My name is Noëlle Chambers. Some friends and I just got here ...Patrick brought us? Our ferry was in an accident and some of us are a little ... scratched up, haha.❞

❝I'm so sorry to hear that! That explains why you're out past curfew. Not to worry, sweetheart, just sign your name here on the sign-in sheet and we'll get you all taken care of.❞

With a deeply appreciative nod and smile, she did as she was told and took a seat in one of the curved chairs. Her fingers shook and she clutched her bag tighter, exhaling.

...Jesus.

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Aislin was extremely grateful for the man's arrival with the boat, and accepted help into the boat with her working arm. When she was up she clinged to her arm in pain and sat down in the boat. At this point the pain in her arm was numbed out from the cold, but the burns on her legs and face continued to irritate.​

After an hour of trouble they were finally dropped off in front of an inn, which was across from a clinic. Aislin turned her head to Mr. Grant and spoke, "Thank you so very much."​

When she went into the clinic she listened to Noëlle speak with the nurse. When she was up at the counter the nurse politely smiled and had pointed to the sign in sheet, which Aislin hadn't even said she was with Noëlle, but she assumed that walking in right behind her was indication enough. Aislin signed her name on the sheet and was told to sit down near Noëlle. Aislin did not want to seem awkward so she sat with a seat in between them.​

Aislin took a deep breath and was about to speak what was on her mind, but decided maybe it was best to not. She closed her eyes as she held her arm in pain, let out a chuckle and spoke, "So are you doing right...um.. Noëlle?" She attempted to recall the name from when she had spoken out earlier. Aislin moved her feet as she was sitting down then opened her eyes and looked over at her, "Hopefully you weren't seriously injured? I hope no one was... but I doubt that is possible..."​

 

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❝ Try and hold onto this. ❞ Had it not been for Aislin and the life preserver, Maria would have drown--twice. Never again would she set foot on or in another body of water. Her arms and legs burned, while the rest of her was freezing. Her teeth chattered as the cold settled into her very bones. It was too much. Even with the life preserver to keep her head above water, she could barely feel her own hands. The adrenaline that had been coursing through her veins kept her from feeling the extent of the damage that the broken window caused. She knew she cut herself, but couldn't tell how bad.

It wasn't until the boat showed up that she learned the extent of the damage that the broken glass did to her body. They lifted her up out of the water and there was an immediate pain that shot through her left side. Blood soaked parts of her dress a large tear was visible. It felt like her whole body was being ripped in half. She screamed and nearly passed out on the boat from the pain. The woman gave her a towel which helped with the shivers, but it didn't take long for it to be a dark red like everything else that touched her. She was wet and bloody, dripping the mixture everywhere. Fear for the speedboat to tip over bubbled up inside her. There were too many people! Noëlle was by her, but even a familiar face wasn't enough to help comfort her. Maria moaned in agony and trembled from the combination of cold and pain.

The car ride wasn't much better. Just moving out of the boat caused terrible shrieks of pain to escape her. The whole ride she was biting down on her lip to suppress the urge to scream in these strangers' car. By the time they pulled up at the inn, her lip was bloody and bruised. The towels didn't help keep the seat from getting soaked with water or blood either. Hopefully they wouldn't be too mad about that, but they seemed like nice people. It was awfully generous of them to do so much for them.

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Her head was swimming. They stood around in a gathered group outside of the car when the man named Patrick turned his attention on them all. ❝ Alright, kids. Those of you who aren't injured can stay here for the night. Tell the innkeeper -- Cane -- that Patrick sent you. If you need medical attention, head on across the street to the clinic. Mrs. Grant and I are going to go send help to the rest of your friends, just in case! ❞ Weren't they already helping the others? She couldn't focus. Maria reached up to touch her head, but a jolt of pain shot down her side and she immediately dropped her hand to her side. Her knees quaked and she thought she might collapse right then and there. She needed to go to that clinic Patrick mentioned.

Carefully, she turned and saw that it was right there. How odd for a clinic to be so close to an inn. Maria wished she could think more about it, but was too consumed in pain for much to bother her. She followed after Noëlle. Each step taken was more painful than the last, but somehow she managed to walk her way there. The doors opened automatically and inside the clinic was empty. Maria took a pain induced seat in one of the chairs as Noëlle walked over to the reception desk and rang a bell. After a minute a woman came out to meet them. ❝ Hello, how can I help you? ❞

❝ Yes! Um...My name is Noëlle Chambers. Some friends and I just got here ...Patrick brought us? Our ferry was in an accident and some of us are a little ... scratched up, haha. ❞ Noëlle told her.

❝ I'm so sorry to hear that! That explains why you're out past curfew. Not to worry, sweetheart, just sign your name here on the sign-in sheet and we'll get you all taken care of. ❞ Past curfew? What did that mean? Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. It was barely after eight. How could they be out after curfew when it was still so early?

Her thoughts were interrupted with another bout of severe pain cutting off her concentration. Maria clutching her side. The blood was still trickling slowly. Her eyes shut tightly together as she waited for her turn. She bit down on her lip until was bruised and bloody. How long would she have to wait for a turn. Her head turned slowly and she opened her blue eyes to see the other occupants of the waiting room. That girl that had saved her from drowning was in there too. ❝ Hopefully you weren't seriously injured? I hope no one was... but I doubt that is possible... ❞ She was talking to Noëlle. Maria opened her mouth to try and say something. She had yet to thank the girl, but was too afraid of making some horrid noise. A faint squeak escaped her and she turned away so no one could see her red tear stricken face.

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✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 6/17/2013 ❖ Day: 3 & 3/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Exhausted ❖ Interaction: ✘ ❖ Location: Boat/Car/Clinic ✜ ​

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Richie must've passed out, because the last thing he remembered was him being brought onto a boat. He remembered the pungent smell of blood and sea water as he was freed from his watery prison. His arms felt numb, so he could barely feel the person shaking him fiercely. It wasn't anyone he recognized. With the help of the kind woman, Richie exited the car and began looking around. He was in front of... an inn? He could barely read the pink sign above the building with his blurry vision. He felt groggy, like he was actually there. He heard an older gentleman instruct those who were injured to head to the clinic, and for the others to enter the inn. Quickly searching himself, Richie found no serious traumas other than the fact he felt he could collapse any minute. His wobbly legs, which also felt pretty numb, had a hard time keeping his body standing. However, he deemed himself secure enough to
make it through the night without medical attention.

He leaned on the woman, who was dressed like a nurse, and she led him inside the inn. From what he gathered, the clinic sent a few nurses out to help with the disoriented and/or incapacitated. However, not many people were here in the first place so there was an abundance of nurses. Another came and held up the other side of Richie as the trio reached the front desk of the inn.

"What do ya need?" asked the receptionist dully. She did /not/ seem like he was very happy, or even wanted him here.

Richie sighed and groaned slightly, replying, "Hi... uh, my name's Richie and I'd like a room please. There was a ferry accident and there are those here who need rooms too."

The receptionist nodded. "Yeah okay, right this way." She grabbed a key as one of the nurses let go of Richie and began writing on a piece of paper on the desk.

"Wait," the boy commanded. "Can you just take me to the lobby? I'd like to just sit down for a little before I sleep."

He heard her groan obnoxiously. "/Of coooooourse dear./" She sounded sarcastic, like she didn't care. Whatever, he did not need her attitude right now.

"Thank you." He replied with a tone of sass. The nurses led Richie to one of the chairs and sat him down. The receptionist tossed the room key on his lap. Ignoring the rude receptionist's demeanor, he allowed himself to relax in the sweet smelling chair. After the day he had, he definitely needed to unwind.

 

Location: Bently Grove Clinic
Mood: Insane/Greatly Upset
OCC: CONTINUE??
Music:
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Adrian did not like this. Not one entire bit. He had agreed to go along with this, but after clearing his head, this seemed as much as a trap. All boats had an alarm system Then, his mind started to reel. Where was Toni?
He gasped loudly. Tonitrui Gloval was dead.

Adrian dropped to his knees. He put his hands on the floor, as though he hadn't felt something like that in ages. His throat was dry. He was thirsty, but nauseated at the fact that his sister was.....
Adrian threw up away from the group. Too many...too many....this was not meant to be....
"My sister is dead.." Adrian said slowly, bluntly. A tinny ringing of the ears made him put his head on the floor. He let out a screech.
"AND I COULDN'T ****ING SAVE HER!" His voice turned temporarily guttural. He looked up at the others and his eye twiched.

"And I couldn't save her...." He repeated this over and over, like a scared child, who lost his mother when he needed it the most. He suddenly stands up, an angry look on his face.
"My life is hell." He said slowly, "ONCE! I lost a friend to terminal cancer. TWO!! My last girlfriend stabbed me in the back, putting me into a five-day coma. THREE!!!" He was on the verge of angry tears. "Tonitrui....my sister...my only sister, dies before my eyes...."
He drops to the floor, crying his heart out. He had finally broke. He closed his eyes, wanting all this to stop.

 

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⌠ DAY 3│ 3/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JUNE 17TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ ISLAND INN ⌡​

⌠ MOOD │ PARANOID ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 37% = NOËLLE / 3% = SOPHIE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC !! ⌡​

⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡​

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The only that could have been worse would be if there were an oil leak and the sea caught fire. Quentin's expression was bitter as he sat at the inn. It had been a long boat and car ride, especially since he waited for Sophie. He would never have forgiven himself himself if he had left either of his girls behind. The entire boat had been totaled, semingly without cause, and no officials had showed up. Instead, it took multiple trips by a single private owner to get them all to safety. Well . . . Everyone I care about.

The car and boat ride to the place had been long. Quentin grew suspicious as no officials showed up even after everyone was accounted for. Watching Sophie was the only thing that kept him from getting stir crazy. She kept him focused. He started noticing her penchant for jewelry and wondered where it came from.

When they got there, the rescued were split up--injured to the clinic, uninjured to the inn. He and Sophie were sent to the former. A girl named Cane gave them their keys. Noëlle was there. He was glad to see her alive, so glad he almost forgot who he was with. He gave Sophie a once-over and asked her, "Are you alright?"

"A little worse for the wear, but I'm alive." She seemed genuine.

"Good. I'll be back." He went over to the pink-haired girl and examined her up and down like worried parent. She wasn't visibly hurt, but she looked miserable. He sighed with relief, but enquired to make sure. "Are you okay? I was worried . . ."

 

Sean rubbed his head. He'd kept getting light headed, but he had managed to stop the bleeding himself. Grunting from how sore he was, he lumbered onto the inn to crash into a easy chair that smelt like a lemon meringue pie. He hated the species of pie with a passion, so he moved. Caramel. Too sugary; he moved. Dark chocolate...hmmmm... he melted into the fine leather seating and took in the inn lobby. "Fancy place." Sean said aloud. In a moment, Jenna crashed into him to startle him.

"This place smells like sweets. Are the innkeepers going to eat me?" She said with a perturbed expression.
Sean sighed. "If they do: I'll go first. The months it takes them to finish me off will give you more than enough time to escape." Sean joked with Jenna's worries, making their ridiculousness dissipate, and causing her to go into a fit of giggles before taking a curvy butterscotch-coloured ladder chair.

"Wow, Sean. That's actually kind of creative; in a disturbing way." Sebastian had taken the Meringue perfumed chair nearby. He hated to admit it, but things looked too sweet to him to not be bitter, but he held in his suspicions. 'Why look a gift horse in the mouth.'

“Cute, buttercup.” Sean returned to Sebastian. Sean then got up and began to carouse towards the desk. Asking for a room from the youthful innkeeper, he started to head towards his room when Jenna stopped him.

"You're not going alone with that nasty cut!" Jenna indicated to the scrape on the right side of his head."I'm going to look after you; I went into the clinic and... I didn't trust it. I don't trust here either; which is why you have to make good on that hero promise!" Jenna was two-for-two in demands, her stern gaze melting Sean like butter.

"Fine!" Sean knew Jenna was crazy, but he'd put up with it for now. Once they were up in the room, which had been, to Sean's grief, centered around Lemon Meringue pie, the pair of them settled into opposite beds, and Sean found sleep despite his bumps and bruises. He hadn't changed in a whole day now... tomorrow would have to be a shower morning.

*SEAN IS ASLEEP!*

"Lexi! Hold me down! Everything smells like candy to me! And I can't take it!" Stratana collapsed in the lobby as her legs gave way to the gurgling in her stomach. Nearly certifiably insane from all the sun exposure, it was questionable how much reality was in her perception of scent. Her stomach growled loudly and she doubled over, breathing in the fresh air of the sweetly scented room. But just as she pictured herself enjoying a chocolate bar, she also pictured herself as a ball of fat unable to move. "I don't want to weigh a ton! I'm too pretty!" She was close to insanity between her wont for candy and her need not to be thick.

 

⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 3/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 17TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ ISLAND INN / ROOM ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ WORN ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ NOTHING ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

❝ ＷＨＡＴ ＡＮ. . .ＵＮＰＬＥＡＳＡＮＴ ＳＵＲＰＲＩＳＥ. ❞​

The sudden water all over her after the dive had been unpleasant, unplanned, and a little nerve wracking. Sophie had never had a fondness of boats, but it was sure a convenient thing that she had an affinity for swimming.

It was a pleasant surprise that Quentin was able to swim as well, like the rest who were dipped in the too-cold water. How that the boat . . . flipped, anyway? Something like that wasn't just a spontaneous happening -- there was no way it could have been just an accident. In fact, Sophie didn't think she could have planned anything better herself.

Sophie scanned around to see who had and had not made it. Some of them were probably dead. What a surreal thought . . . She wasn't scared of death, maybe some of dying, but the concept of someone actually being dead was just . . . that. A concept. No one really died in Sophie's book. They all just moved on to a different plane of reality, maybe. Swimming around, Sophie found some of her luggage floating about and sighed, wondering if her blacklist had made it okay.

A strange squawking sound caught her attention, and things sort of just passed with the wind rippling over the water. When Sophie was next paying attention She was laying on the deck of the somewhat-cramped boat, relishing the feel of the warm sun drying her sopped body and clothing.

The refuge they had come to was really . . . something. Fairly nice, Sophie had to admit, and the help was much appreciated. When they got into the car, Sophie stopped paying attention again. After some long time of not paying attention, they arrived at a welcoming-looking inn that she smiled at, despite being a little cold still. Some of the others went to the clinic, but Sophie felt . . . relatively okay. Her only aftermath injury would probably be some bruises and her shoulders would be really sore from hanging on to that railing . . .

The woman, Cane, was . . . okay. After the girl grumbled about something, they were given room keys. Truth be told, Sophie didn't trust any of these people -- for all she knew, they were psychopaths. And it hadn't escaped her notice that there weren't many others around besides the group that had come. Everything around her screamed red alert, but she moved on and settled in the room she was given.

Everything about the room screamed some sort of 'DANGER, BE WARY!' but she settled her things down and stripped, then wrapping a towel around her frame and falling on the bed, taking a breather. Her stomach grumbled and she sighed. She was hungry, but that meant she would have to get dressed. Of course, she could just go down stairs with a towel.

 

『WEATHER』 COOL 62°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 -7:59PM ✖『DAY』 03​

❝So are you doing right...um.. Noëlle? Hopefully you weren't seriously injured? I hope no one was... but I doubt that is possible...❞

Aha.

Was she alright? She didn't know. Her arm hurt. Her head hurt. It was her emotions that were really stirred up, though.

❝Yeah, I'm good! Just a few bumps and bruises. Hopefully you're the same.❞

She clutched her bag to into her stomach and shivered. Her clothes would be wet, but those could be dried. It was her phone -- and her journal that she was worried about. It was one of many, but it was special. All of them were special, and it was likely ruined. Ruined, ruined, ruined.

Her eyes pricked with tears and she wiped them away with her good arm, sniffling and resting her chin on the top of the black bag, sighing to herself and trying to restore the brighter attitude she had put on, for the girl beside her.

She heard a smooth voice coming from in front of her. Her head lifted and Quentin came into view.

❝Are you okay? I was worried . . .❞ His stare made her a bit uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. Her cheeks began to glow a light shade of pink and she smiled, genuinely this time.

Worrying about me ...

❝Quentin. Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little ... Shaken up. I don't know, it's been a long day. Besides my arm, I think I'm alright ... What about you?❞

He looked alright, but she wasn't entirely sure.

A few moments later, a short man with a doctor's coat stepped through the door. He had a white mask over his nose and lips, but had gentle, forest green eyes.

She stood, waving back towards Quentin with her good arm, and the doctor's eyes creased, so he must have been smiling, as he pulled the door back and invited her inside.

The floor was made of salmon pink tile, and the walls were the same shade of blue from the chairs in the waiting area. The smell of cinnamon and frosting wafted through the alcohol tinged air and melted her senses. She was so hungry...

They walked into a doctor's office with a red and white stripped '1' on the door. Immediately, the doctor pointed to a rather standard patients bed, and sat on a stool in front of her as she sat down upon it.

❝Ms. Chambers, welcome to Bentley Grove. I am terrible sorry to hear about your accident. Where does it hurt? ❞

With utmost confidence, his eyes drilled into her's. It made her uncomfortable, but she smiled.

❝... I think I've dislocated my shoulder. The rest of me is just a bit sore, though my head hurts a bit.❞

As she spoke, he began to take notes on a white pad of paper. He nodded respectfully, and then stood.

❝I'm going to take a look now, is that alright?❞

❝Mhm ...❞ She replied, distantly, staring up at a weight chart plastered to the wall. Suddenly, gloved fingers were peeling away the leather jacket she wore, revealing both shoulders. Her eyes went wide and her head snapped back to bring the doctor into view.

❝Where are you from? We do not get visitors here very often ...❞ His deep voice dripped from his lips, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He applied a bit of pressure to her shoulder, and then leaned in with a thoughtful grunt. The coat he wore parted over her sock-covered knees. ❝You outsiders are often very beautiful ... Such lovely eyes, and hair ...❞

I'm uncomfortable, please stop.

❝Candlewood. Thanks.❞

Her tone was sharp like a blade and he chuckled.

Without a warning other than that, he grabbed her arm and forced it back into it's socket. Screaming out more out of shock than pain, Noëlle dropped her luggage and jolted back. Her eyes were wild, and her breathing unsteady.

❝Better?❞ His voice was cool, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

❝I ... You ... !❞ Clearly in shock, she could do nothing but stare and catch her breath. The doctor stood, and crossed back through the room to get his notepad, scribbling something she couldn't see on it. Her shoulder's stinging faded, but her mood was no better.

❝I will write you a prescription for pain killers. Go out, to the left, and you will find our pharmacy.❞ He wasn't even halfway through his sentence and Noëlle had already slid off of the bed and grabbed her things. He held out a slip of paper to her and she snatched it, admittedly rudely, though he didn't seem phased by it. Instead he waved to her as she walked out of the door. ❝Enjoy your stay.❞

Her pace was frantic and her mind a complete wreck. In a bit of a rage, she stormed down the halls in search of the pharmacy. It was in the opposite direction of the waiting room, which worried her. She passed a few nurses and closed rooms on her way down, (she also passed a closed bakery -- which she didn't understand) but eventually stumbled upon a pharmaceutical stand.

After exchanging her slip for a bottle of Proenzen she was storming back down the halls, and bursting out into the waiting room.

The nurse from before waved good bye, and she caught the attention of some of the other students who were present, but Noëlle ignored them and fled the clinic as quickly as possible.

The streets were dark, save for a few tall glowing lanterns, but she didn't care. She entered the inn and searched for Cane.

Cane was a much ... younger innkeeper than Noëlle had imagined. Her eyes were a vibrant green and her lips were twisted into what seemed to be a perpetual frown. When Noëlle approached her, she was immediately sized up.

❝.... So, Patrick sent you too, huh? You're not the kind of outsider I like to see. Just once -- just once -- I wish someone INTERESTING would come to Bentley.❞ The girl -- or woman's chin turned upwards and she rolled her eyes, resuming her 'scolding' with a thick, unfamiliar, accent that sounded a bit like Scottish, Russian and British thrown into a blender.❝Come into my Inn, beggin' for a free room because 'Patrick sent ya', whatever.❞

As she complained, she bent over and grabbed a room key, tossing it to Noëlle. The pink-haired girl didn't waste any time running upstairs to the second floor, where the rooms were, and finding her way to room 4. The key was jammed inside of the lock and turned, and the door swung open with a force she hadn't meant to use.

When she entered, she instantly felt sick at the smell of peppermint and coffee. Besides the smell, it was relatively normal. Rose-colored walls, a white carpet ... One bed, with a rounded frame, a matching nightstand, and a small wardrobe, and a circular window. There was a bathroom, too. The only thing was was inconvenient was the candles that lit the room. It made no sense, there was electricity, so why? It also made the room uncomfortably stuffy.

Instead of looking for Bryan, like she half wanted to, she dropped her bag and locked her door. Then, she blew out the candle and crawled into bed. A flood of tears were finally released into the graham cracker scented pillow, and her body curled and trembled violently.

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