Samuel Riviera DAY: 54 - 5/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Island The guy seemed to take a moment to think before pointing to the crimson fires in his hand. "PUT OUT YOUR FLAMES." Sam followed his instructions and extinguished his flames before the other one pointed to the ground. "START A FIRE ON YOUR OWN. IF YOU CHEAT I'LL KNOW -- NO LIGHTERS, NO MATCHES, NO POWERS. YOU HAVE TO BE ABLE TO CHANNEL YOUR ENERGY INTO CREATING THINGS. WE DEPEND ON OUR ABILITIES LIKE THEY ARE AN EXTENSION OF OUR BODY; ONE OF OUR LI --" He paused, some kind of painful thought crossing his mind. "--LIMBS. YOU NEED TO TRY AS IF YOU WERE NOT A FIRE USER. IF YOU GET FRUSTRATED OR HOTHEADED YOU FAIL. YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR COOL." Sam looked at him dumbfounded. Manually start a fire? That sounded simple enough. "Uh... Okay..." He gathered some sticks, some withered stuff, and whatever else he needed to start a fire from the surrounding area. After taking time to arrange things the way he needed them, he started to vigorously twirl the stick in between his hands against the wood below. He had seen people do this plenty of times on TV. It didn't seem like something he had to think about too hard. Despite his continued efforts, nothing had started, not even a little smoke. What the hell? This was getting to be really tedious, and even though he continued nothing was starting. Not even a faint glow of orange that signified an ember existed yet. He was trying his best not to get frustrated and just keep going about it diligently. It was taking everything he had to keep from blowing the wood into kingdom come, but after several more labored hours of nothing, he couldn't take it anymore. He kicked the wood into the distance, sticking it into a nearby tree. "Dammit!"
Song lyrics because why the hell not, right? Skyheart served as the inspiration for this happening, so shout outs to the dude. Spoiler: Tempy Gives Love A Bad Name Stabbed through the heart and you're to blame Tempy, you give love a bad name An angel's smile is what you sell You promise me heaven then put me through hell Chains of love got a hold on me When passion's a prison you can't break free Oh! You're a loaded gun, yeah Oh! There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done Stabbed through the heart and you're to blame Tempy, you give love a bad name (Bad name) I play my part and you play your game Tempy, you give love a bad name (Bad name) Hey, you give love a bad name Paint your smile on your lips Blood red nails on your fingertips A school boy's dream, you act so shy Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye Whoa! You're a loaded gun Whoa! There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done Stabbed through the heart and you're to blame Tempy, you give love a bad name (Bad name) I play my part and you play your game Tempy, you give love a bad name (Bad name) You give love, oh! Oh! Stabbed through the heart and you're to blame Tempy, you give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game Tempy, you give love a bad name (Bad name) Stabbed through the heart and you're to blame Tempy, you give love a bad name (Bad name) I play my part and you play your game Tempy, you give love a bad name (Bad name) You give love You give love (Bad name) You give love You give love (Bad name) You give love You give love (Bad name) You give love You give love
Samuel Riviera DAY: 54 - 3/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, New Zealand The new guy held his pendant between his fingers as he got to his feet. He dusted himself off before holding out a hand to help Sam stand up. "OUR POWERS ARE A GIFT, NOT A BURDEN. YOU JUST HAVE TO LOOK AT THEM THAT WAY." As he held out his hand, his fingers spread, golden flames appearing from them. "FIRE IS DEADLY WHEN MANAGED IMPROPERLY, BUT IT CAN ALSO BE A TOOL. PEOPLE GATHER AROUND FIRES FOR SHELTER. THEY USE IT TO CAUTERIZE THEIR WOUNDS. IT LOOKS LIKE YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE SO A TIME OR TWO." He pointed to a few of the scars that littered Sam's body. "IT GUIDES US -- GIVES A LIGHT. YOU JUST HAVE TO LOOK AT IT WITH A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE THAN YOU ARE USED TO." After a length of silence passed between them, the man with the pale hair started to grit his teeth in pain. Something was going on and he had no idea what it was. His flames went out as he stared at his pendant. The man whispered something and his pendant took the shape of a mirror. Whatever he saw in its reflective surface must've really sent a shiver down his spine. His face read of pure disgust. The mirror returned to its pendant form as he looked up to meet the muscular man's gaze. Guilt was clear to see in his eyes as he held his wrist in agony. When the pain seemingly stopped, he straightened himself out and forced a smile. "WHERE WERE WE?" Golden flames returned to his hand as an oddly familiar look crept across the stranger's face. "RIGHT. CONTROL. YOU HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO CHANNEL YOUR FLAMES IN A POSITIVE WAY, AND THEN YOU'LL BE ABLE TO DO THAT WITH THE REST OF YOUR POWERS. THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE FUELED BY AGGRESSION. I'M PRETTY SURE A CERTAIN FALLEN HAS TOLD YOU BEFORE THAT YOU CAN USE DESTRUCTION IN A CONSTRUCTIVE WAY." The words echoed in his mind as his lips curled into a faint smile. "Yeah, so I've been told." He held up one of his bloodied fists and let it be engulfed by deep crimson flames. The Flames of Destruction quickly seared the cuts on his knuckles shut as they burned. His open hand that hung at his side caught fire as well, doing the same thing. "But you see, I can't really think of anything constructive to do with this. Other than blow shit up and burning things, I can't really think of much else that's positive in any way." The smile that was once there disappeared. Memories of how he used his power played in his head. Most of those times, he ended up using them to maim or destroy something. He had cauterized one of his wounds before, but that was the only time he'd used it that way. He opened his closed fist as fire gathered into a ball over his palm. "Well, what do we do now?" There was no point in asking him what was going on before. The only thing that he wanted to focus on was what was happening right then and there.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 54 - 3/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, New Zealand "ARE YOU WALLOWING TOO?" the voice suddenly came. When he shifted his eyes to see who spoke, he was surprised to see it was the guy he had trouble recognizing. And what the hell did he mean by 'Too'? "WELCOME TO THE PITY PARTY." The unfamiliar yet familiar man lay down beside him, his hands behind his head. "I DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR INTRUDING -- IN CASE YOU WANTED TO BE ALONE." His eyes seemed to shift to Sam. "WE'RE IN A SIMILAR BOAT. YOU BLAME YOURSELF FOR XATHANAEL. I BLAME MYSELF FOR PURIEL. HAY SUN IS HURTING BECAUSE I GOT HER INVOLVED IN ALL OF THIS. XATHANAEL IS GOOD AT HIDING HER FEELINGS, BUT THERE IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING UP WITH HER. SHE SEEMS TOO HAPPY FOR HAVING DIED." The new guy reached for a shield that transformed into a pendant. He wordlessly held it above his face, watching it spin in circles. "I THINK HAY SUN SECRETLY HATES ME, OR AT LEAST RESENTS ME. SHE'S TOO PRIDEFUL TO SAY ANYTHING, BUT I WOULDN'T BLAME HER IF SHE DID." With a simple tap, the pendant tried to change shape. However, Leon spun it faster with the tip of his finger. "XATHANAEL REQUIRES A GENTLE TOUCH -- ONE YOU DO NOT POSSESS. I COULD HELP YOU. ONE OF US SHOULD BE HAPPY AND I COULD TEACH YOU HOW TO UTILIZE YOUR FLAMES IN A POSITIVE MANNER." He glanced over to Sam before looking back to his pendant, which was wrapped in gold colored flames. "WITH ABADDON'S HELP OF COURSE." He quickly added in. "I'd advise you to accept his help. If you want to be happy, at the very least." The dark angel claimed simply. "Though, if you enjoy wallowing in despair, I could always go back to punishing you by destroying bits and pieces of your body slowly." "I get you, I get you." He answered in an annoyed manner. Sam slowly pushed himself up into a seated position. "I'd like that." He answered the pale-haired man lying beside him. "Although, between what you're offering and Abaddon's idea of helping, you're the best choice by a landslide." The comment came out flatly. As motivating as the dark angel's idea was, there were plenty of scars on his body as it was. No need to add even more to the collection. "I have no idea how you're going to manage to help me use my powers in a good way, but... I'd like that very much." A sigh sounded through Sam's mind as he sat there. "Don't get the wrong idea though. Training on your attacking capabilities will not drop in favor of weakening yourself. I'm still going to work you to the bone to make you a suitable vessel." "Of course." "Actually, this is worlds better now, since we have Raphael on hand to heal your wounds. Like this, I can effectively double your training per day." The angel said in thought. "What?! Isn't that a bit much?" Sam was not pleased by the idea of what doubled training with Abaddon would be like.
Well, quite some time has passed. In that time, three new episodes have come out since the last time I posted in here. That said, I think it's time for another round of: BITE THE DUST'S SUPER ULTRA AMAZING EPISODE OPINION CORNER THAT SEEKS TO TELL EVERYONE WHAT BITE THE DUST THOUGHT OF THE EPISODES SPAWNED BY THIS SERIES OF ULTIMATE AWESOMENESS!!!!! VERSION TWO!!!!! Once again for the sake of keeping this grouped nicely and actual spoiler stuff, all opinions will be in spoilers. So without further ado~ EPISODE 8: Spoiler: Opinions Alright, this one was a pretty sweet episode. The Elite Four walking out of the school like bosses, reflexively knocking people backwards as they frenzy about. Fun times. Then Ryuko gets a scooter from Mako's old man. It's a messed up one, yeah, but it's nice gesture. Especially for people who aren't blood related. Fun times on the scooter to be ha- and there's no more gas. Damn. That sucks. Oh, look at this, it's Gamagoori of the Elite Four. Driving a pink top-down with gold trim... Whatever floats his boat, man. Damn, the dude is 20? Certainly explains his physique. This dude loves to be hit, apparently. Like, S&M and all of that goodness. The previews of his Uniform power were cool, though. Two-stage transformations all day, son. Damn, end of Episode 8 and she's fighting Elite Four already? How many episodes are left? Still, great way to drum up excitement for the episodes ahead. Definitely can't wait to see the full reveal of the Shackle and Scourge Regalias. EPISODE 9: Spoiler: Opinions And we're off. Aha, the kid stole a TV with nothing inside of it, that's rich. Wait, that's not the important stuff... Right. Moving along. Here we go, Transformation time for Satsuki's Absolute Shield. And he's a mummy with elf boots, with a ball gag... And spikes... and leather straps across his- you see where I'm going with this. They are really just going all out with his S&M theme. Oh, and he can whip himself if no one else wants to. Ok. That's cool. You just... keep doing your thing man. Second Stage transformati- God damn, it's fucking Iron Man with a ball gag and whips flying all over the place. He certainly likes to whip it good. And he especially likes to whip that ass. All of the fanservice, man. All of it. Flashback about his resolve. Refusing to back down and all of that good stuff, even against Satsuki. Not bad, not bad. Though, for a middle schooler, he seems really giant. Like, ridiculously huge. He looks like the Hulk compared to Satsuki, except with regular colored skin and what I'm assuming is bleached hair. Still, using her sheath to keep from buckling to his knees even when he's knocked out? I like this guys resolve. Back to the fi- Did he just shoot a bunch of bandages from his pelvis? Pure awesome. Oh, Senketsu is biting the tip. All of the innuendo. Keep going and going and she's wrapped up against him nice and tight in his Shackle Regalia. Oh wow, alternate transformation. Blades everywhere. And she has Wolverine claws too. Well, it's Gamagoori's fault for pulling her in like that. Wait, what's he doing? Is he gonna do it? No way! That guy was cool, don't make him commit Sudok- Oh. Satsuki stopped him. Alright. This guy is one of my favorite characters. He better not die. The episode was great over all. The fighting itself was great, all of the expository screaming was music to my ears, and Scourge Regalia looked really friggin' sweet. Oh, and the nerdy guy is gonna fight. How's this gonna go? We find out next time. Same Killing time, same Killing channel. EPISODE 10: Spoiler: Opinions Finally, a little bit of insight about how Glasses met Satsuki. A top class computer hacker in Middle School hacking into one of the Satsuki Corporation's company sites and forcing them to make bad deals. Hollywood hacking, everybody. We can all go home. But anyways, cute little story. Ah, his transformation. A skin-tight suit with keyboards all over and a sweet visor. Neat. Damn, this guy can type fast as hell. So he can use his information on other people and predict their movement patterns so that he can evade. Cool trick, if it actually helped him. She still managed to hit hi- Damn, look at him type in all of those ridiculous poses. Some of those poses do not seem ergonomic at all. Still, hilarious to look at. What's this? Optical Camo? All of a sudden this is seeming very Metal Gear. God damn, she just made Senketsu's eye enormous! Well, that's one way to hit a guy. Bigger is better, as they say. I wonder how Glasses is gonna come back from thi- Oh, he's giving up. Damn, that went by hella quick. I wanted more from this dude and his Probe Regalia. Disappointed. Whatever, the next opponent is coming, it seems. The Band girl. Let's see her transformatio- Is that the Team Gurren logo on her shoulder? I see what you did there, Trigger. I see it. Very clever. And the skull has, like, a feather mohawk. Hmm, her suit is a lot plainer than I thought. It's just a red skin-tight jumpsuit with bone designs on i- GOD DAMN, THAT IS A HUGE SOUND SYSTEM! Wow, ok. That is, completely ridiculous. I love it. It's a tank with the largest sound system man has ever seen. Well, this uniform has just gotten a whole lot cooler. Bet money they made this suit so that they could use classical music in the series. Wow, and the tank flies? Damn, son. Just, damn. Flashback to Band Girl and Satsuki's past. They were in kindergarten together, and apparently all the boys would do anything for Bandy. Hmm, that was neat seeing kid Satsuki again. Oh look, it shoots Recorder Missiles. That's awesome. William Tell Overture. Damn, this series is great. Trigger is doing shit right. And that last missile volley just destroyed the stage. What no- Oh look, Senketsu got another transformation. A flight form. That's aweso- DAMN, BAND GIRL IS NOT PLEASED. That's the most pissed anyone has ever seen her. Damn, son. It's on, now. Well, despite how annoying I find band girl, gotta admit that her uniform was way awesome. I wish that they had fleshed out Glasses and his powers a little more, but the over-the-topness of this series more than makes up for one character not getting more development. This episode was really great. More background story for the villains, and the side stuff with Mako and the Glasses and Gamagoori and all of that was really entertaining. And that concludes: BITE THE DUST'S SUPER ULTRA AMAZING EPISODE OPINION CORNER THAT SEEKS TO TELL EVERYONE WHAT BITE THE DUST THOUGHT OF THE EPISODES SPAWNED BY THIS SERIES OF ULTIMATE AWESOMENESS!!!!! VERSION TWO!!!!! I think I'll make this little thing I'm doing every three eps. So, roughly about every three weeks. Wanna be consistent with this. Plus, it makes for longer posts which is always a plus side in my book. Makes everything look so much neater. Anyways, that's it for now. Til the next Opinion Corner, guys~!
Samuel Riviera DAY: 54 - 3/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Island The asian girl sighed and rolled her eyes at his response, clearly dissatisfied by it. ❝Oh, spare me your pathetic excuses, Samuel.❞ she hissed back, stomping a foot forward. ❝It would be a hell of a lot easier for me to blame that piece of shit Danel for this because yeah, he's caused a lot of trouble – but you know what? You didn't have to go with him, you should have known better that it was a fucking dumb-as-shit idea to go off with him. I don't give a damn what he offered you.❞ Her good hand ran through her dark hair with frustration. ❝Jesus fucking christ . . .❞ she murmured. ❝I have to get in your face about this because it was fucking stupid, and how do we – How do I know you're not going to do this again? Hana almost died, and you wouldn't have even known. Leaving in the middle of the night, no words, no nothing, and she just happens to disappear? Do you think that was an accident?❞ ❝Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass! I can't believe I trusted you!❞ Each and everyone of her words stung. It was like a knife being plunged deeper and deeper into his chest. And alongside each cut, his blood boiled even more. Silently, he stood there, taking each and every word, each insult. He clenched his fists so tightly that his untrimmed nails dug into the flesh of his palm, drawing some blood. ❝ Hey, ❞ she started, suddenly cutting in. ❝ Hey. That is enough, both of you. ❞ Hana stood between them with her arms extended. Her legs trembled, but continued on even so. She looked to Sam first. ❝ I don't agree with everything Hay Sun said, you're not trash, but you know most of it was right. We had the same fight in Hell. You can't trust the Dark Angels, ever. ❞ Hana turned to Hay Sun, her arms still up between the two of them, ❝ Hay Sun... ❞ The red-haired girl seemed lost in thought as she looked to the other girl. ❝Don't you – . . .❞ Hay Sun started. However, Hana quickly dropped her arms and wrapped them around the girl's neck in an embrace. ❝ Thank you. I'm sorry if I worried you. Thank you for coming to find me and for standing up for me. We've been through a lot together and I appreciate everything you've done for me. ❞ She pulled away, letting her hands slide down to Hay Sun's and giving them a squeeze. ❝ You've been so strong and brave Hay Sun White. You can rest easy now. Ariel is safe. We're safe. Soon everyone will be together again. We all appreciate how hard you've been fighting for us. ❞ She pulled the girl in a second time and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The she seemed to whisper something into her ear that really got to her. Hana disentangled herself from the girl and backed into Samuel. ❝ There's no reason for all of us to be fighting one another. We have to stand together. If we start tearing each other apart, the Dark Angels will win. We can't let that happen. ❞ Suddenly, Hay Sun bolted off in some other direction. At that point, he didn't give a damn where the hell she ran off. He was in an absolutely horrible mood. His anger was peaking as Hana leaned up against him for support. This was bad, his urge to destroy was getting to the point where he needed to act on it. He wouldn't be able to contain it for much longer. After letting her get used to standing up, Sam started to walk in the opposite way of where Hay Sun went. ❝ Sam, where are you going? ❞ The red-haired girl asked him. "Blow off steam..." He said harshly back at her, not even bothering to look. The furious man just continued to walk and walk. After a good while of walking, he figured he got far away enough to start acting on his anger. He slammed his fist into a nearby tree, causing it to fall over. After it crashed to the ground, he let loose a cry of fury. His emotions were really getting to him. Hearing what Hay Sun said reminded him of just how much he hated himself. Another punch, another tree fell down. After felling a few more trees, he fell to his knees and stared at his own hands. His knuckles were bloody from hitting those trees with extreme force. Looking at his own hands, which were only capable of destruction, he wished that he could just be able to use them for something else. Something that could help people, not just hurt them. Be able to restore, not just destroy. As much as he couldn't stand some of the people in their group, he was really envious of them. "I won't deny that my powers can only bring harm," the dark angel chimed in. "But I can assure you that with proper training, you'll be able to keep from pointlessly destroying." "What's this all of a sudden, are you showing concern?" "To a certain degree. I really hate seeing people like this, all depressed and what not. It gets on my nerves." Abaddon stated dismissively. "I just... Don't want to hurt anyone unintentionally. Especially not Hana." The large man lay down on his back, staring straight up into the sky. "Then we'll need to train. I have a lot in store for you." Silence fell between them as Sam continued to watch the skies. "You know, believe it or not, I actually do care for Xathanael. It may not be the same way you do, but I care nonetheless. To be honest, she was far more beautiful before. Nothing could compare, but her humanity muddied up that beauty." "Why are you telling me this?" There was no possible reason he could think of for why he was saying any of that. "Because, kid, you're a lot like me."
I thought this would be the best choice, but... I'd be better served by choosing my weapons.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 54 - 2/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Island As they sat there, Hana answered his question. She had prayed that Raziel would get a message from her. It had gone through, and now here they were. The red-head curled up in his lap started to talk to the guy with the white hair. He still couldn't figure out where he had seen him before. The guy looked very distinct, he couldn't be mistaking him for someone else. His thoughts were interrupted by Hay Sun, who had started to get aggressive with him. ❝You.❞ she ground out unevenly. What the hell was her problem now? ❝This is your fucking fault, you piece of shit.❞ She grabbed him by the scruff of his tattered shirt and lifted him from the ground with one hand, chucking him at a tree. ❝If it wasn't for you, none of this would have happened!❞ she screamed. ❝First you bang her in the dead of fucking night – don't think I couldn't hear you – and then you just up and disappear! Is it just a fucking coincidence that she just happens to poof away too?!❞ Her words stung as she spat them out. ❝What even gives you the right to show your face around here you worthless trash?❞ The furious teenager started to shout at him in a multitude of languages, one of which he could recognize. It was apparent that she was seething with anger. "Hey, I had no idea that they would take her, alright! Those bastards did that behind my back." Though he expected this kind of behavior from a few of the others, it still agitated him to no end. "I'll admit that what I did was stupid, but you don't have to get in my face about this! If you want to blame someone for all of this, blame that damned chicken winged bastard! Had I known he had her taken after I went with him, I would have torn him apart with my bare hands! So don't start calling me worthless trash, you god damn brat!" His breathing was heavy as he stared at the dark-haired girl. He wasn't about to put up with this kind of attitude. The scars on his arms and body seemed to glow a little bit, steam rising from each one.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 54 - 1/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Island As he watched Hana receive CPR from the blondie, he could only watch worriedly, waiting for any sign of life to return to her. Each time he pressed down felt like a press against his own as time went on. His heart beat furiously as nothing was happening. Slowly, ever so slowly, he was starting to lose hope. When he saw her formerly lifeless hand reach up to wipe away the tears from her eyes, he let out a sigh of relief. She was alive. Thank God. His heart slowly started to calm down as he watched her roll onto her side and vomit. Sam went to her and wrapped his hands around her arms. He couldn't express how much of a relief it was to see that she was still alive. Seeing her smile again, even if it was a pained one, was just wonderful. She leaned back into his chest, no doubt still feeling under weather. He looked around to see the group of people that had just come to save them. It was just a small group of four people, but they were all familiar faces. Hay Sun, the blondie, the other guy they got from Italy, and someone that he was sure he had seen before. He didn't remember where, but his hair made him seem familiar. ❝ Everyone's okay. ❞ He heard her say. ❝ Everyone's okay, ❞ she repeated to herself. It seemed that way. It was a miracle that the guys even found them that fast. ❝ I could ... use a little more ... help. ❞ Hana directed it to the person who had revived her. He was sitting down, supporting himself with his hands as he leaned back. "Okay, give me a sec. All of that pressure is just hitting me." The blondie was sweating bullets from doing all of that CPR. He let out one big breath before standing up. Blondie was about to put his hand on the curled up red-head when he stopped and put his hands up. "Oh wait. Is it okay with you if I lay a hand on her?" Smart ass. "It's fine. As long as it's not somewhere too private, pervert." Sam gave the guy a deadly glare as he stood there, his hands still up. He laughed nervously as he reached out to grab her arm. "Scary~" Still, despite the glares and the attitude, he was deeply grateful for what he had done. There probably wouldn't be any way he could find to repay his kindness. As much as he couldn't stand the guy, he couldn't really hate a guy who saved a life. As he did whatever it was he doing to Hana, he commented on Sam's appearance. "Y'know, you don't look too good yourself. Do you need me to patch you up, too?" "I'll pass," He said simply. There really was no need to bother with it. The scars on his body were pretty much healed up, and they didn't really hurt any more. Definitely not as much as they had when he first got them. "I gotta know, though: How the hell did you guys find us so fast?"
Hana should return to her body
1 Vincent Antonio Zeppeli DAY: 54 - 1/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Island They had been following Hay Sun for quite some time now. Her phone had apparently been showing them where to go. That was extremely convenient that they had access to that kind of tech. It made things infinitely easier on them. Without it, they might have been searching for days on end trying to look for them. Actually, they probably would've been all the way on the other side of the planet looking for them over there. That definitely wouldn't have been good for them. Definitely not. After hearing Hay Sun start to call out, he followed suit and called out to the group they were looking for. Apparently they were close by, though he couldn't see anything. However, soon, the sound of cracking glass rang through out the forest. The group looked all around and found the source of the sound as the trio they were looking for slowly came into view. "Hana? Hana?!" The sight of the large man shaking the petite red-headed girl was unnerving. "C'mon, quit it, this isn't funny! Wake up. Wake up, dammit!" Fearing the worst, the Italian rushed over and grabbed her wrist. No pulse at all. "Wake up! Please, just open your eyes!" "That's not gonna be happening unless I do something about it." Vincent tried to reason with the delirious male. "I know you don't like me being touchy-feely with women, but in this case, I need you to trust me." He looked up, a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I-If you can help, please! Anything, I don't care, just help her!" As quickly as he could, Sam lay the girl flat on the ground. Immediately after, Vincent placed his hands over her heart and began to do chest compressions. It had worked once before with Leon, he had hoped that it would work again this time. Based on how they found them, her heart stopped not too long ago. That means that there was hope yet. With a sense of duty to the others, he continued to administer CPR for as long as it would take to get her heart to start again. The pressure was daunting.
6 Samuel Riviera DAY: 54 - 1/5 | DATE: November 14th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Forest in Stanley, Falkland Islands Slowly, Sam started to regain consciousness. There was a dull throbbing sensation as he started to move around, slowly. The leaves underneath his body softly crunched as he began to move. A familiar warmth was coming from his side as he slowly opened his eyes. He groaned as he struggled to lift his head to look at the source. "Ah, up already?" The voice rang out in his head as he lay his head back down, unable to look. "I'm impressed. I was sure you were going to be out at least a few more days from all of the strain. Perhaps I was wrong about you." "Ugh, what the hell..." He raised a hand to block the morning light from his eyes. "How many days was I out?" "Just one. Though I'd be less concerned about yourself and more cautious of the state that woman is in." "What?" Sam tried raising his head once more and found that Hana was asleep by his side. However, as he looked at her, he could see that she was slowly getting worse and worse. "Shit, this isn't good." "You'd best start praying that your friends will come and find you soon. I don't think she'll be able to hold out much longer." The Angel of Destruction calmly commented. Sam stayed silent as he sat himself up, shifting the red-haired girl's head to his lap. He slowly brushed the hair out of her face as he worriedly looked over her. "Dammit... There's nothing I can do about this?" "Unfortunately for you, no. There isn't. As much as you try, my powers are not meant for healing." The large man held his scarred arm over the girl as he stared at her ailing figure. "I really hope they find us, and fast..."
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 53 - 5/5 | DATE: November 13th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Taupo, New Zealand "Hmm yes, your friend Elise already told me your name but I still appreciate being introduced like this. As you know my name is William...pleasure to meet you Joslyn" Will said giving her a nod before turning away. "well then as much fun as this is I'd best head home" William said turning away raising his hand in farewell "I shall meet you here tomorrow so don't fret and think I am ditching" William said as he walked off with a final wave. "O-oh, okay! B-bye!" The girl said waving back. "You know, for being so little, he sure acts mature." Azazel commented. "You think so?" "Definitely. I'm not sure if it's the angel's influence or not, though." It seemed like she was wracking her brain over it. "Well, alright then." Her stomach growled loudly once more. The fallen angel giggled at the sound. "You should go get something to eat, honey." "Okay..." The albino teen said as she laughed in an embarrassed manner. Her face was a bright red color as she went to get her food. After having a nice, filling meal, she made her way back to her room. It was definitely comforting to know that Will would be joining them. When she thought about it, she started to wonder about something, humming. "What's the matter?" "Well, I just thought it'd be strange having a little kid with us. I mean, we're constantly in danger, right? The others might not be so keen on having such a small boy in the group." "You're right about that." The angel said in thought. "Well, we need everyone we can get if we want to succeed. We may need to have his training be a priority so that he can at the very least survive." "Maybe we can talk to Leo about training." The girl remembered that Leo was the one who wanted to train her. "Oh yeah, we need to talk to him about training again..." "Well, hopefully now with things hopefully calming down, there will be more time for that." Azazel said reassuringly. "Yeah... Hopefully." The young woman said with a yawn. "At any rate, you should go to sleep, honey~" "Okay. Good night, Azazel~" "Good night." The albino lay her head down on the pillow by her side and quickly fell asleep.
DAY: 4 - 7/7 ≋ MOOD: Fair ≋ LOCATION: Library ==> Bedroom Time seemed to escape him as he spent countless hours in the Library reading as much as he could. This time, he had started reading a collection of horrible dreams people had in the form of short stories. The collection itself was titled "Nightmare Fiction," though each individual story within had its own title. One of the nightmares had been about this one figure called the "Bedman," a sickly looking man that remained stuck to a bed that came to life. It was definitely an interesting read, as well as the many other stories that were held within the confines of the book's bindings. He was about to go pull out another book from the shelf that had caught his fancy, but it seemed to be getting rather late. The spine of the book was simply labeled "Plastic Night." The title alone seemed interesting. There were so many possibilities as to how the story would unfold. Judging from the title alone, he had to guess that it was some kind of horror novel about something involving plastic, perhaps dolls. It was definitely on top of his "To Read" list now, that's for sure. It would have to wait for the next day since this one seemed to be drawing to a close. It seemed so odd to have to go to sleep in a dream, almost unreal. Then again, he was in a dream, so anything was possible. With all of the reading materials available to him, it had to be a dream. All of the books they had at the hospital were really boring or non-fictional. It wouldn't have killed them to actually get something that didn't talk about old men reflecting on their lives or some bullshit like that. After some mulling over in his head, he made his way back to the sleeping quarters. As much as he didn't like it, he had to go to bed now. His body was demanding that he do so. How bothersome, if he had his way, he'd just spend night and day reading through the amazing collection of books in the library. That way, he'd be marginally happier. Whatever, sleep was a necessity so that he could function properly. Well, his definition of properly. Others had drastically different ideas of what was proper and all of that nonsense. He really wished he could just strangle those people for having different opinions. It was so annoying. Especially when one person decides to force his down your throat with no prodding of any kind. Thinking about that kind of thing was harshing his mellow. So with nothing much left to do in the day, he lay down in his bed and fell asleep.
Joslyn Taylor JonesDAY: 53 - 5/5 | DATE: November 13th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Taupo, New ZealandThe little boy sighed as he rubbed his temples before staring back at the girl. "Very well, I accept your invitation" He closed his eyes and crossed his small arms. "I must admit I am curious about your little journey...even if its a tall tale or not""O-ok." Joslyn nervously led the other two with her to the dining room, where she saw that Lauren and Leo were already there. "Oh! Th-those two a-are with us." The pale-skinned girl said as she pointed to the unusual pair. "T-the girl is n-named Lauren, and the g-guy is named L-Leo.""I think you should introduce yourself. You haven't done so at all, I don't think." The angel suggested."Oh, right! Uh, w-with everything t-that's been g-going on, I-I forgot introductions!" The ghostly teenager laughed sheepishly. "M-my name is J-Joslyn.""Smooooooooth~"
REJOICE, PEASANTS, FOR OUR MISTRESS HAS DEIGNED TO GIVE US ONE MORE GLORIOUS DAY OF FREEDOM!! But seriously, we have one more day to do stuff, so yeah. That's a thing.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 53 - 3/5 | DATE: November 13th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Taupo, New Zealand From the sounds of it, the little boy was on board with them. That was great! Somehow, she managed to do get him to, at the very least, consider going with them. "Alright! We did it! See? My apology strategy worked." "I guess it did." A huge wave of relief washed over the girl as she finally started to relax a little bit. She thought about what he said, though. He could teach her the ways of courage? That would be immensely helpful, honestly. Maybe having him along would help her get stronger. That would be really great. "So I take it that things went well." The familiar voice came. When she turned to look, she was a little surprised to see that it was Logan. She hadn't really heard him speak very much since they first met him. "O-oh, y-ye-yeah. L-looks like it..." The girl said before turning her attention back to the little one in front of her. "U-um, well. If y-you're going to c-come with us... W-we're going to n-need to f-fill you in on w-what's been g-going on... A-and what w-we need to do." Before she could say any more, her stomach growled loudly. "Ah!" Her pale face flushed a bright red as she put her hand on her belly. She laughed sheepishly as she stood in front of the two. "You should probably go get something to eat, now. Why not ask him to join you?" The angel made her suggestion. "Uh, w-well. I-if it's not too much t-t-trouble, w-would you l-like to g-get something to e-eat?" The embarrassed teen continued to laugh nervously as the trio stood there. "W-we could t-tell you more about w-wh-what we've been d-doing. And m-maybe the o-others that are w-with us are e-eating now, s-so we c-could i-introd-duce you pr-properly."
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 53 - 2/5 | DATE: November 13th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Taupo, New Zealand Rubbing his temples, the little boy shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh "No, no...its fine..." It seemed like there was something on his mind that bothered him a little bit. Was it seeing her again? She really hoped that wasn't the case. "If its not rude, may I ask why you are so nervous? I mean I've seen many nervous people...but nothing like you," he said before closing his eyes and rubbing his temples again. "Er...no offence or anything." The boy said as he opened his eyes and raised his hand. "but still...You must learn the true meaning of courage...only then will you be able to go forth and grasp it!" He said enthusiastically as he clenched his fist. "Wow, I never expected to hear that from him. This little one is just full of surprises. Well, we need to answer him regarding your whole nervousness issue." The fallen angel off-handedly commented. "Uh, well... S-see, the th-th-thing about that i-is..." The girl twiddled her fingers faster as she looked around nervously. "Don't say that you were in a mental hospital. That won't help our case at all." Azazel advised the girl. "Uh, umm," She struggled to find the words to say to this little boy that wouldn't set off flags in his mind. "Y-you see..." It almost felt like she was sweating bullets at this point. "Um, w-well... I-it's j-j-just that, I'm n-n-not used to b-being o-outside without a c-certain s-so-someone." "Ok, that's good. Keep going, keep going." "B-but, you see... This s-so-someone was a g-gi-gi-girl that I was r-re-really close to... a-an-and along the w-wa-way... S-sh-she got kidnapped..." Her eyes stopped frantically looking around and drooped down as her fingers slowly came to a stand still. "R-right in f-fro-front of me, too..." "Honey, I know this is hard for you, but you need to focus on the task at hand. I miss Xath just as much as you do, but right now, we need to concentrate on recruiting this little kid, ok?" The girl silently nodded before continuing to speak. "B-but, I-I'm trying to b-be stronger. For h-her sake, at l-lea-least... I-I know that wh-what we s-sa-said the o-other day w-was outlandish, b-but it's the t-tru-truth!" She tried to be more assertive as she spoke. "A-actually... A-a l-l-lot of the o-o-others th-thought it was c-cr-crazy, too. B-but e-e-even so, w-we were able t-t-to c-convince th-them..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered that Hana was largely responsible for recruiting most of the fallen that had come with them. "Look, you're doing great, honey. Just keep at it!" The angel offered her words of encouragement. "I-I don't really kn-know wh-what else to say, now..." The unnerved teenager said to the angel residing within her.
Joslyn Taylor JonesDAY: 53 - 2/5 | DATE: November 13th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Taupo, New Zealand"Oh man, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Joslyn was still having a panic attack over to the side as she tried to think of how to approach the newly found fallen without causing him any alarm. Unfortunately, her panicked mind is preventing her from coming up with any sort of plan."Ok, honey, we need to calm down right now." The angel tried to calm down the hysterical teenager."Ah, but if we mess it all up, then he'll try to call for his mom again and then it'll be super awkward and then people around us will think we are creeps and then they'll all just stare daggers at us and then we'll have to run again because we need to make it look like we're not being creepy and all of this really stressful stuff and I don't want to deal with that." By the time she had gotten her entire rapid-fire speech out there, she had been crouching down, hugging her knees."Honey, I really need you to calm down for a second." The irritated fallen angel continued in her useless attempts at calming her down."Ah, what to do, what do I do, what can I do?""Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyy~!! I need you to calm down for a few seconds to hear me out right now!!" Fed up with her continued hysteria, Azazel shouted for the girl to calm down. The albino jumped at the sudden rise in her voice. "I'm sorry I had to raise my voice there, but you were so flustered that I had to stop you from acting like that somehow.""I-I'm sorry." The girl remained crouched, still hugging her knees."It's alright. Now that you're calmed down, I think I have a way to talk to him.""Really? What is it?" The teenager asked curiously."It's simple: We go up to him, and apologize for the other day.""Are you sure it'll work?""There's only one way to find out." Nervously, the girl stood up, and after taking a few deep breaths, she walked up to the little boy standing in the lobby."Uh... H-h-hey there. Ummm... S-so," She shyly twiddled her fingers around as she avoided making eye contact with him. "I, uh, w-wanted to a-apologize for t-th-the other d-day... And a-all of th-that craziness..." Standing there, thinking about the possibility of him calling out for his mom again made her tense up. "S-s-s-so p-pl-ple-please forgive u-u-u-us!"
★ User Name: Bite the Dust ☆ Name: Alejandra Rojas ★ Angel: Mu'aqqibat - Guardian Angel ☆ Appearance: Coming Soon ★ Age: 25 ☆ Location: Rosario, Argentina ★ Occupation: Hotel Receptionist ☆ Religious Views: Christian ★ Personality: Alejandra isn't afraid to speak her mind when it comes to others. Even when meeting people for the first time, she will straight up say whether or not she likes them. She tends to avoid drawing attention to herself by trying to keep quiet. This can be difficult for her sometimes when people start to act like total jerks or when she sees people hurting others for no good reason. When she sees people getting beat up, she can't help but get involved and try to fend off the attacker, regardless of pain coming her way. ☆ Other: Because of her work, she is fluent in both Spanish and English. She has a tattoo of a star with the word "Platinum" across it on the back of her hand.
