Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 5/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Gas Station It was silent after Joslyn had asked her question. She could hear Hana grip the steering wheel tighter in the midst of the silence. Nothing had been said at all as Hana pulled the car into a gas station on the side of the freeway. After the car was parked, she twisted the key again and pulled it out, the sound of the engine dying as quickly as she did so. The sound of Hana adjusting herself in the driver's seat made Joslyn look up from her feet. She still had a difficult time looking into those tired eyes of hers, but she needed to get over it somehow. What's done is done. Finally, Hana answered, "You are," Never in her life did Joslyn think that two little words could weigh so heavily on her mind. And yet those two simple, little words, You are, made her heart sink. Even amongst a group of fallen angels, she was different. " 'Twas an accident when you were but a cherub. You were in the Morning Star's care. No one suspected anything of him at the time. We didn't--I didn't--we didn't know that he would do something so wrong." Joslyn looked back down at her feet when she heard this. Someone else had made her the way she is now. This Morning Star was the reason she could hear demon whispers. Joslyn could hear the tension in her voice as she told her this. Hana opened her door and then asked, "Would you like something to drink?" "Sure..." Joslyn's voice was weak and beginning to crack. The door slammed shut after she had given her terse reply. The tears began to flow as she sat in the car alone. Alone. A word that perfectly described how she felt. She knew that she was different because of the voices, that much was never a mystery. But... To be the only one amongst a group of fallen angels that can hear the voices of demons made her feel that much more alone. Joslyn was the only one affected by this. When Hana had told her that she was a fallen angel, there was a small glint of hope that maybe she wasn't the only one that was like that. One small glint that was crushed by two little words uttered by one of her only friends. Hana was on her way back to the car. Not wanting to worry her, she quickly dried her tears with the sleeves of her dress. She took in a few quick breaths to calm her breathing. When Hana got into the car, she handed her a drink. "Th-Thank you..." There was a dejected tone in her voice as she hesitantly took the drink from her hand. She fiddled with the cap of the bottle as she sat there. The silence had returned as Hana pulled out of the gas station and back onto the highway.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 4/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: On the Highways of California "You, Joslyn, are Azazel. You are one of the fallen angels, like myself. Very few people still believe in our existence. Even the most devout Christians have a hard time believing that we can so easily walk among them. That, however, probably has more to do with the fact that none of our brethren remember the fact that they are members of the Fallen, like yourself. It's a lot to take in and hard to believe. Feel free to keep asking. It will help me stay awake." Hana was right. It was a whole lot to take in. Although, it finally made sense why she had called her Azazel the other day. That was who she was. Azazel. A fallen angel, apparently one of many that walk on this earth. Victor and Tessa must have known this. The thoughts raced through her mind. If she can hear the voices of demons, could the other fallen angels do this as well? Or was it something that only afflicted her? If so, why? Joslyn wanted to ask all of these questions at once, but she didn't want to ask too many questions at once. She thought carefully before finally asking another question. "So... Am I the only one of us that... hears voices?" It seemed odd to ask this right after hearing that whole explanation from Hana, but she wanted to know. She wanted to know if she was the only one. Joslyn tried to look at Hana, but she couldn't bring herself to. As soon as her eyes fell upon Hana's, and the fatigue that filled them, she had to look away. All she could do was awkwardly twiddle her thumbs as she waited for an answer. She didn't know what to do while waiting. After all, she didn't have anybody else to talk to at the moment.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 4/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Car driving away from St. Agatha's in San Francisco, CA "What are you doing? Come on!" Hana shouted as she tugged Joslyn's arm to get her running. They quickly made their way across the lawn to get to Hana's car. When they finally got to the car, Hana opened the door and quickly unlocked the passenger side door to let Joslyn get into the car. She flung both of the bags she had on her to the back of the car. Joslyn scrambled to the passenger's side and quickly got into the car. She closed her door as quickly as possible and settled into the seat. Hana slammed her door shut and forcefully shoved the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life. She shifted the car into drive and firmly planted her foot onto the pedal, peeling out of the parking lot as fast as they possibly could. Hana had let out a sigh of relief when they were finally on the road, the car slowing down to a reasonable speed. She had quickly slipped off the necklace that she had been wearing and placed it onto the rear-view mirror. It was strange, for a moment, the necklace seemed to be glowing and humming. It quickly faded and the necklace just twisted around in its place. Joslyn looked over at Hana and noticed that her eyelids began to droop. She must've exhausted herself getting her out of there. The feeling of guilt had returned in full when Hana forced her eyes to open wider. She looked down at her feet, her emotions running wild. Joslyn had begun to think that if she was just a normal person, she wouldn't have had to strain herself the way she did. "Are you okay? I'm sure you must have lots of questions. Feel free to start asking." Hana's voice broke her train of thought. It was true, she did have a lot of questions. Questions about what exactly was going on, about what she did back there. Joslyn could've asked about anything, but the first question that escaped her lips was, "Just... Just what am I?" The tone in her voice was somewhat melancholy. Joslyn could've asked a question more directly related to what just happened, but she needed to know. This was a question that has been plaguing her mind for as long as she can remember. She knew that she wasn't normal. The voices of those demons were a clear sign of that.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 3/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: St. Agatha's Mental Health Facility in San Francisco, CA Even though Joslyn hadn't been saying anything, she had noticed that Hana was growing weaker. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew that Hana was doing something that made them invisible. Joslyn could also tell that this something she was doing was exhausting her. The strength of her grip had weakened as they made their way through the lobby of St. Agatha's. The nurse at the sign-in desk hadn't said anything, so it was clear that she couldn't see them. Joslyn was amazed and worried at the same time. She was amazed that Hana was capable of doing something of this nature. At the same time, she was worried about the toll it was taking on Hana's body. As they got closer to the entrance of the facility, Hana's knees had buckled and she almost fell to the ground. Joslyn wanted to say something, but she knew she couldn't because she didn't want to alert the nurse to their presence. All she could really do was try to help Hana up while trying to be as quiet as possible. However, as she moved to help Hana, she heard the nurse at the desk shriek. Oh no! They had been discovered. Joslyn whipped her head around to see the nurse pointing at them and two orderlies rushing towards them. "Run!" Joslyn let out a shriek of her own as she made a mad dash for the automatic doors of the facility. She saw Hana already bolting out of St. Agatha's on her own. Concern nagged at Joslyn because she knew that she must be exhausted from doing whatever she did to make them invisible. Another feeling came with that concern. Guilt. She had realized that Hana had been doing all of this for her sake, and she felt absolutely terrible that she had to wear herself out the way she did. Tears began to well up in her eyes as all of these thoughts came to her.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 3/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: St. Agatha's Mental Health Facility in San Francisco, CA Hana went to the door and quickly unlocked and opened it. "Follow me," She commanded, motioning for Joslyn to follow her quickly. Without a second thought, she went after Hana as she went through the empty hallway. As she followed, Joslyn noticed that Hana had pulled something out of her bag. From the looks of it, it was a small vial of liquid. Joslyn had no idea what she had just pulled out or what she would do. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm~... I don't like the looks of thiiiiiiiiiiiisssssss~..." "Yeah... That thing looks suspicious..." Victor and Tessa didn't seem to like what was going on. But it couldn't be that bad. If Hana was using it, she was sure it would be useful to them. While they had been commenting on it, Hana had uncapped the vial and wet her finger with the contents of the vial. She shot a mournful look over at Joslyn. "I'm afraid this might hurt you, just a little. Things would be easier if they weren't with you, but this should help silence them--temporarily." Silence them? What was she going to do? "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat~? That bitch intends to silence uuuuuuussssssssss~?" "Dammit! Then that vial really is what I thought it was... Aaaah, that filthy red-haired whore!" Joslyn was extremely confused about what they were saying. Everything was happening so fast she couldn't get a firm grasp on what was going on or even understand what Victor and Tessa had been saying. "You trust me, right?" Before Joslyn could even open her mouth, Hana had placed her finger in between Joslyn's eyebrows. She had traced something on her forehead, similar to what she did last night. This time, however, Hana's finger was moist as it moved. Even though she wasn't speaking, Hana's lips were moving. At the same time, the area she had traced on Joslyn's head began to burn a little bit. As she finished, Hana drew in a quick breath and closed her eyes. She then recapped the vial of liquid and placed it back in her bag. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~! "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Both Victor and Tessa had let out shrill cries of agony after Hana had finished her little ritual. Their screams faded away and soon, it was nothing but silence in Joslyn's head. The burning sensation grew more intense as the two of those detached voices faded. Joslyn had flinched slightly from the pain. "I hope it does not hurt too much. The demons would have only gotten in the way." Demons? Was she talking about Victor and Tessa? They were demons this whole time? And she had been talking to them? Joslyn was so confused, she couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. She rubbed her forehead, the burning sensation still lingering from before. Hana grabbed her hand and squeezed it firmly, taking a deep breath while she did so. After a moment of waiting, Hana finally spoke, although in a hushed tone. "Keep quiet and do not let go of my hand. They may not see us, but they can still hear us." Not see us? As in, they were invisible? But Joslyn could see Hana right in front of her, clear as day. Would they really not see them? A passing orderly confirmed what Hana had just said. Hana had tensed her entire body as he passed by, her grip on Joslyn's hand firming up. After the orderly passed, they continued to make their way to the lobby. The silence was jarring. Joslyn wasn't hearing Victor or Tessa complaining or insulting her, she didn't even hear Victor being a pervert and Tessa's disapproving quips about it. She was so used to hearing the two of them that in a way, she had come to think of them as friends. A few of only a handful that she actually had. However, finding out that those voices were demons did change her opinion of them. Although, she wasn't surprised that they hadn't told her that they were demons. In fact, their reactions to the vial of liquid made even more sense now. Still, the silence was deafening to someone so used to hearing the clamoring of demons.
Hana went to the door and quickly unlocked and opened it. "Follow me," She commanded, motioning for Joslyn to follow her quickly. Without a second thought, she went after Hana as she went through the empty hallway. As she followed, Joslyn noticed that Hana had pulled something out of her bag. From the looks of it, it was a small vial of liquid. Joslyn had no idea what she had just pulled out or what she would do. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm~... I don't like the looks of thiiiiiiiiiiiisssssss~..." "Yeah... That thing looks suspicious..." Victor and Tessa didn't seem to like what was going on. But it couldn't be that bad. If Hana was using it, she was sure it would be useful to them. While they had been commenting on it, Hana had uncapped the vial and wet her finger with the contents of the vial. She shot a mournful look over at Joslyn. "I'm afraid this might hurt you, just a little. Things would be easier if they weren't with you, but this should help silence them--temporarily." Silence them? What was she going to do? "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat~? That bitch intends to silence uuuuuuussssssssss~?" "Dammit! Then that vial really is what I thought it was... Aaaah, that filthy red-haired whore!" Joslyn was extremely confused about what they were saying. Everything was happening so fast she couldn't get a firm grasp on what was going on or even understand what Victor and Tessa had been saying. "You trust me, right?" Before Joslyn could even open her mouth, Hana had placed her finger in between Joslyn's eyebrows. She had traced something on her forehead, similar to what she did last night. This time, however, Hana's finger was moist as it moved. Even though she wasn't speaking, Hana's lips were moving. At the same time, the area she had traced on Joslyn's head began to burn a little bit. As she finished, Hana drew in a quick breath and closed her eyes. She then recapped the vial of liquid and placed it back in her bag. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~! "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Both Victor and Tessa had let out shrill cries of agony after Hana had finished her little ritual. Their screams faded away and soon, it was nothing but silence in Joslyn's head. The burning sensation grew more intense as the two of those detached voices faded. Joslyn had flinched slightly from the pain. "I hope it does not hurt too much. The demons would have only gotten in the way." Demons? Was she talking about Victor and Tessa? They were demons this whole time? And she had been talking to them? Joslyn was so confused, she couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. She rubbed her forehead, the burning sensation still lingering from before. Hana grabbed her hand and squeezed it firmly, taking a deep breath while she did so. After a moment of waiting, Hana finally spoke, although in a hushed tone. "Keep quiet and do not let go of my hand. They may not see us, but they can still hear us." Not see us? As in, they were invisible? But Joslyn could see Hana right in front of her, clear as day. Would they really not see them? A passing orderly confirmed what Hana had just said. Hana had tensed her entire body as he passed by, her grip on Joslyn's hand firming up. After the orderly passed, they continued to make their way to the lobby. The silence was jarring. Joslyn wasn't hearing Victor or Tessa complaining or insulting her, she didn't even hear Victor being a pervert and Tessa's disapproving quips about it. She was so used to hearing the two of them that in a way, she had come to think of them as friends. A few of only a handful that she actually had. However, finding out that those voices were demons did change her opinion of them. Although, she wasn't surprised that they hadn't told her that they were demons. In fact, their reactions to the vial of liquid made even more sense now. Still, the silence was deafening to someone so used to hearing the clamoring of demons.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 3/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: St. Agatha's Mental Health Facility in San Francisco, CA After Joslyn had opened the door for Hana, she came into her room and locked the door behind her. "Good morning. You seem to be rather happy today. That's good." She couldn't help but be happy. Today, Hana would be taking her away and would be showing her what the outside world was like. Almost as soon as she had entered, Hana made her way to a window that was in the room. She looked around the outside. Maybe she was looking to see if there were other people around? "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~ I've been waaaaaaaiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiinggg~" Tessa let out a grunt to signify her disgust. It seemed like Victor was staring at Hana. Well... That wasn't unusual. It was disgusting to her, but still, it was normal for Victor. "Joslyn, are you ready? Do you have everything packed?" Hana had turned from the window to ask her this. Quickly, Joslyn grabbed the bag she had placed next to her bed and nodded vigorously. Hana was pressing her lips together hard. Was she worried about something? "I'm going to do something you've never seen before, or at least, something you haven't seen in a great number of lifetimes. Hand me your bag." Something I haven't seen in a great number of lifetimes? What was that supposed to mean? Joslyn was greatly confused by what she had just told her. Lifetimes? Why would she say something like that? Regardless, she handed her bag over to Hana. She slung it over her shoulder and closed her eyes. What was she doing? Hana took a deep breath before opening them again, a different look in her eyes. "Hey, wait a minute! Just what the hell is this bitch trying to do?" "Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah~, what exactly is going ooooooooooonnnnnnnn~?" "Wait a minute... Do you think that she's..." "Weeeeeeeeeelllllllll~, It does make sense if you think about iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit~" What were they talking about? Did they know something about this? What weren't they telling her? Joslyn didn't bother asking them about it because she knew she wouldn't get a straight answer out of them. All she could do was look back into Hana's crystal blue eyes.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 2/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: St. Agatha's Mental Health Facility in San Francisco, CA Spoiler: 1000 Years of Dreams A little girl, probably no older than six or seven, walked hand in hand with an older gentleman. It seemed like she was guiding him around, taking care of the poor fellow. For some reason, Joslyn found herself watching as these two walked around, hand in hand. Huh? Who are they? She was just watching as they walked around an old town. The streets were made with what looked like bricks. It looked shiny from being wet, with a couple of puddles on the street. Wooden stands lined the streets, assorted fruits and vegetables on each one. The wood on the outside of the buildings that lined the street looked rather old and moldy. The little girl wasn't talking much, from the looks of it. However, the old man, it seemed like he was having a conversation all by himself. What was even weirder is that he was answering questions that no one asked, responding to things no one, not even the pedestrians nearby, had said. Oh, is that old man like me? It was the only thing she could think of as a possible explanation. An old man that was hearing voices in his head, and a little girl that was taking care of him. Huh? Joslyn thought that this seemed awfully familiar. However, before she could even finish that thought, the old man collapsed. That's when... ...Joslyn fell off of her bed. After she had fallen, she lifted up her head in a daze. Her dull grey eyes were half open, her vision blurry. There was a little bit of drool on the corner of her mouth. She looked around her room for a little bit, still disoriented. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllll~, look who's finally up and abooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuut~." Joslyn yawned as she stretched her arms. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve as she stood up and put her blanket back on her bed. "Good morning, Victor." The clearing of a throat could be heard, as if trying to call attention to itself. "Oh, and good morning to you too, Tessa." "Y'know, I wouldn't so much mind this whole business if you weren't such a heavy sleeper." "Seeeeeeeeriouslyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~, We've been trying to wake you up for hoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuurrrrrrssss~." "Huh? Oh, sorry... I guess when I'm able to actually sleep, I'm just out." Through some miracle, maybe because they were going to finally get out, Victor and Tessa had actually been quiet enough for her to fall asleep. "Yeah? Well don't get your hopes up too much, Missy. That was only one night. Don't expect anymore kindness from us, understand?" "Okay." Joslyn still wasn't thinking straight, her brain wasn't fully functional yet, since she had just gotten up. A few minutes passed without anything being said. Then, as if to break the silence, a knocking came. "Ooh, Maybe that's Hana!" She went to open the door, and sure enough, Hana was standing there, looking at her nails. "Good morning, Hana. Is it time already?" "Ooooooooooooohhhhh~ It damn well better be time for us to ditch this dreary plaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccce~." "Yeah, this ska- err, I mean, this chick better be here to get us out." "Don't worry, she will." Joslyn wanted to assure them, as well as herself, that they would really be getting out of St. Agatha's today.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 2 - 2/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Prison in Mexico City, Mexico OOC: Laziness, English, pretend it's Spanish, same deal as last time. Spoiler: Nightmare (Warning: This Nightmare sequence is graphically violent and uses of vivid imagery. Reader Discretion is advised) Where... Where am I? Sam found himself standing in the middle of a bleak and barren landscape. Everything around him seemed to be devoid of life. The ground he stood on was scorched. The sky was filled with grey clouds that blocked out the sun's rays. What little grass there was surrounding him was trampled upon and beginning to wither away. He looked around himself to see mountains of corpses lay before him. Several of them had one of their arms or one of their legs severed. Some of them seemed to have had them torn off, the broken bone protruding from where the rest of the arm or leg should have been. However, it seemed that those were the lucky ones. Amongst the corpses, Sam could see that some of them had been ripped in half, their inner organs lay scattered in between the upper and lower halves of their bodies. The spinal cord peeked out from underneath all of the blood and guts. Some of the other corpses were missing half of their faces, with the other half displaying a look of sheer terror. What kind of hell is this? He looked at his hands which were completely soaked a dark red. Did... Did I do all of this? Upon closer inspection, Sam found that he was wearing some kind of armor. Blood had been smeared all over the formerly silver-colored armor. Sam looked forward, and found that there were more people coming at him. They were all wearing light armor, similar to the corpses that lay in front of him. So, I'm fighting these guys? As they charged, he could hear a loud roar coming from them. He clenched his fists tightly, "You want some of this? YOU WANT SOME OF THIS!?" It was very bizarre, Sam heard the voice coming out of his mouth, but at the same time, it wasn't his voice. Am I... Am I really the one fighting here? The body Sam was occupying let out a primal howl as it charged head long into the incoming fray. This feels so familiar... It was crazy, even though this body was unarmed and the oncoming warriors were equipped with various bladed weapons, he tore through them like it was nothing. However, Sam's body did not come out of this unscathed. In the midst of the brawl, several of the enemy fighters managed to pierce the armor that he had been wearing. Swords, spears, and axes had been lodged into his body. The blades stuck out of his back as his blood mixed with the blood that was already on his armor. Still, even this heavily injured, he managed to kill several more enemy soldiers. However, it came to an abrupt end when someone came in and severed Sam's head. It rolled along the ground as his body finally collapsed into a crouching position, the weapons stuck into him holding it up. Sam sat up sharply on his bed, a cold sweat had formed on his forehead. His breathing was heavy as he wiped his arm across his sweat-laden forehead. Shit, another one of those nightmares. They've been happening more and more frequently lately. For the last couple of months, Sam had been having these nightmares. However, each nightmare was different. In each one, it seemed like he was a different person each time. What made it even more bizarre is that in each one of them, he always ended up getting killed, whether by beheading or massive blood-loss or being crushed to death. It didn't matter who he was in these nightmares, he always ended up dead. And each time he died, he would wake up. However, Sam's recollection of all of these nightmares is faint, at best. He stood up and saw that his cell was open. Oh. Time for breakfast. Sam walked out, cracking his neck and knuckles as he walked out. He knew that no one would dare question him about anything. They were too afraid to. Not that he cared. He actually preferred to be by himself. That way, no one would get on his nerves and he wouldn't have to seriously injure them. Of course, whenever his urges came up, he had to do something about it. Like he did with the new guy last night. That's right... I seriously fucked up that new guy last night. He kept walking down, nonchalantly stretching his arms and his back as he did. The nightmare had gone to the back of his mind for now.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 1 - 5/5 | DATE: September 22, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: St. Agatha's Mental Health Facility in San Francisco, CA "I will absolutely take you with me. I need you to promise me something can you do that?" Joslyn nodded her head. It seemed almost too good to be true. She would finally get out of this lace. She would finally be able to see what the world outside of this dull and routine place was like. "You cannot tell anyone. I will be back first thing tomorrow morning. If you have any personal items you would like to take with, then you need to get those bagged up tonight. Do you understand me Joslyn?" Hana's voice had taken on a more serious tone when she said this. Joslyn realized that something serious is going to happen. But that didn't matter to her, not yet anyways. The most important thing to her at that moment was that she would have to pack her things and make sure she had her favorite personal belongings with her. Once again, Joslyn nodded, the tears finally stopping. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and tried to calm herself down. Hana stood up, looking down at Joslyn with another smile. "It has been a long time since any of us have been united, Azazel. I do hope you can find yourself inside there." A confused look emerged on Joslyn's face. Azazel? Who's that? And what's this finding yourself business? As the confusion only grew in her head, Hana traced something on Joslyn's forehead using her pointer finger. She couldn't quite tell what she traced, but she didn't dwell on it too long. After turning around, Joslyn heard Hana speak as she went to the entrance of the garden. "Until tomorrow." Right. Until tomorrow. The day she would finally leave this place that she had been confined to for most of her life. She was curious though, the voices in her head were quiet for once, which she found particularly bizarre. "Hmm... This isn't like you guys. Why were you quiet?" Joslyn stood up and dusted off her plain white dress. It was true though, why weren't they as rowdy as they usually were when Hana came to visit? Was it something she said? Then she decided to ask a question that would fluster the pair. "And who is this Azazel person?" "I... I have no idea what the hell that bossy bitch was talking about. And I don't know who this Azazel person is. So stop with the questions you whiny, little pissant." "Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah~, why don't you just mind your manners little giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrl~?" This was very bizarre. They were avoiding the question. Is it important? "At any raaaaaaaaaaaaate~, does this finally mean we're going to get out of this dreary plaaaaaaaaaaaaaace~?" "Hmm, we'll finally get to see more of this world, huh? I guess I can tolerate that bitch if it means we get to travel around freely." "Waaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit~. If we're traveling with this whore, then that means I can appreciate her wonderful cleavage as much as I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike~." "Ugh, you disgusting, perverted pig! You really only think of that, huh?" Well, everything seemed to back to normal for now. The two of them bickering while Joslyn just stood idly by and only answering them when they had directly addressed her. "Hey, she said to pack some of your shit, right? "Umm... She did." "Then what are we pussyfooting around here for? Let's go pack your stuff. We need to be ready for tomorrow when that red-haired skank comes back. "Could you maybe, not call her that? She is being extremely kind to us, so maybe you should talk about her more nicely." She made her way out of the garden and went down the hallway to the room that she stayed in. It was a pretty lengthy walk. Plenty of time to talk with the voices. "I guess I can try. I won't make any promises, though." "I suppooooooooooooooooooose~ I can try to refer to her more nicelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~." Wonderful. They were actually listening to her for once. "I guuuuuuuuueeeeeeeesssssssss~ I'll be fine as long as I get to ogle at her fun baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagsssss~." Still gross, but an improvement nonetheless. "I'm actually excited, for once." "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat~ is this? Our little JoJo actually exciiiiiiiiiiiiteeeeeeed~? Iiiiiiiiiiisn't~ this a surpriiiiiiiiiiiiise~?" "Heeeeey~! I told you I don't like it when you call me that!" Joslyn used to be called JoJo when she was a lot smaller. Back when she actually got to be with her family. She doesn't like to be called that now because it reminds her of the family that ditched her in this Mental Health Facility. "You know, maybe I should give you guys names so that I can actually call you something other than 'those voices'," "Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat'ssssss~ true, you should probably give us naaaaaaaaamesssssssss~. "If you give me a stupid ass name, you'll regret it for the weeks to come, you hear me?" "I got it, I got it." Joslyn had finally reached her room. She opened the door and thought to herself what names she could give them. She sat down on her bed and pondered for a bit. "I think I'll name the male sounding one Victor, and the female one I can name Tessa. How's that?" "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~ I like the sound of that naaaaaaaaaaame~. Viiiiiiiiictooooor~ "Weeeeeellllll~, you could've done worse. I guess I'm fine with Tessa." "Great!" Joslyn was genuinely pleased that they were okay with their names. She started to crawl under the sheets to go to bed. "Umm... Aren't you forgetting something?" "Huh? Oh! That's right! She scrambled out from underneath her sheets and grabbed a bag that lay in the corner of the room. She went to her closet and began to haphazardly stuff clothes in there, not caring whether it was a dress or a blouse or what have you. Then she looked around, to see if there was anything else in particular that she cared for. Close to her bed there was a pendant that was given to her by one of the orderlies as a present. Since it was one of the only Birthday gifts she had received from a person aside from Hana, she placed it in her bag. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaare~ you sure that's everythiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing~?" "Hmm... Let's see. I only really need my clothes. Do you think I should take my toothbrush too, Victor?" "Honestly, you should bring it with you. I don't see why you have to ask us." "Oh. Alright then, thank you, Tessa." After putting her toothbrush in her bag, she put it next to her bed and climbed under her sheets once more. "Well, I guess I'll go to bed now. Please let me sleep tonight, please?" Victor didn't answer, and the only sound that came from Tessa was a short, derisive snort. Maybe she would finally get a good nights sleep for once. She closed her eyes and eagerly waited for tomorrow to come. ____________________________________________________________________________________ WARNING: The following is violently graphic. Reader discretion is advised. Samuel Riviera DAY: 1 - 5/5 | DATE: September 22, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Prison in Mexico City, Mexico OOC: Due to writing that enormous post above, and laziness, they will speak English. Just pretend it's Spanish. Samuel had been walking outside of his cell, stretching his legs while he was still allowed to do so outside of his small, dank cell. He had been feeling on edge lately. Sam couldn't explain it, but he just felt a whole lot more aggressive than normal. Like he had a thirst for destruction. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt like breaking something. Even for him, the desire to break something was something that popped up very rarely. There was only one thing that repeatedly popped into his mind: Break. Break. Break. Break something. Anything. Just then, a new inmate was walking towards him. This inmate bumped into Sam, unaware of who he was. Even though it was a simple bump, it gave Sam enough reason to beat up on him. As long as he could do something to quell his desire to break something. Or someone. "Hey, asshole. Did you just bump into me?" "So what if I did?" The other inmates saw this new guy trying to assert his toughness. But they all knew that he had picked the wrong guy. They all knew that Sam was going to break this guy and show him who was the top dog. Suddenly, all eyes, even the Prison Guards', were on the two. "You know, you should stow that attitude. Otherwise, I might have to show you how much of a bitch you really are, Mr. Tough guy." Sam was mocking him. He was provoking him. All so he would have a reason to let loose. Sam knew how his type usually are. Unable to back down from a fight even though they are clearly outmatched. He knew exactly what to say to make him angry. "Unless you wanna just prove me right, right now and run crying to mommy." All of the other people watching started to laugh. They knew what was coming. The only one that didn't was the new guy. And that would change in a second. "Or maybe I'll teach you some manners!" The new guy went in to punch Sam in the face. However, Sam was a few steps ahead of him and grabbed his arm and his face and slammed it into the brick wall right next to them. Letting the heat of the moment get to him, Sam continued to slam his face into the wall. After repeating this several times, he let the new guy go. He fell to the floor, his face bloodied and bruised from the repeated bashing of his head. However, Sam still didn't feel satisfied. He growled with rage. "Dammit! That... That was boring." He needed to hear something breaking. Not just smash some guy's face into the wall. Sam, still fuming, picked up the new guy and lifted him above his head. Everyone watching this realized what he was about to do. The guards didn't even move to stop him, they just let it happen. Sam dropped the guy onto his knee, driving it directly into his spine. A sickening cracking noise rang out. The new guy let out a blood-curdling cry of pain. As he lie there writhing in pain, Sam just stood up, brushed his hands of any dust, and quipped, "Ah, that's better." He stepped over the new guy as if nothing just happened and traipsed back to his cell. The surrounding guards, with the scene finally over, simply yelled out "Alright, that's enough. Everyone get back to your cells! We'll take care of this guy." The cops brought a stretcher and carefully hoisted him onto it. The new guy was still writhing in pain. From new guy to mangled mess in a few, brief minutes. He was pathetic. Garbage. A low life, just like Sam. He didn't feel any remorse for what he did. In fact, he felt a lot better because his urge had been satisfied. As he went into his cell, he lay down on his lumpy and rigid excuse for a mattress. He was all alone in that cell. No one would last in a cell with him anyways. Sam simply sighed, bored out of his mind despite what just happened. He was so used to beating up inmates that it became a part of his everyday life. Beat 'em up, send a few to the hospital, eat something, go to sleep. Day in, day out. He closed his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep. Willingly going into the world of his nightmares.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 1 - 5/5 | DATE: September 22, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: St. Agatha's Mental Health Facility in San Francisco, CA Joslyn tried to maintain her broken smile, with the hope that Hana wouldn't think anything was wrong. Even though Hana knew that something was wrong with her, she wanted her to think that for a brief moment, everything with her would be just fine. Although, Joslyn had a hard time believing herself. "Joslyn, I have to tell you something." Joslyn noticed that Hana was speaking in a hushed tone. She found this very peculiar, especially since, except for the orderly over by the entrance, no one was there with them. Just Hana, herself, and the voices in her head. Joslyn became a little concerned. Is it something serious? She couldn't say. The voices in her head didn't help any, either. "Sooooooooooo~, the whore has something to tell uuuuuuuussssssssssss~." He had called her that word again. It made Joslyn a little bit furious, but she couldn't do anything about what he says and who he says it about. "Hmph. What does this bitch want to say to us?" The tone in her voice was impatient, like she was waiting for her to drop some bad news. "I am leaving the city tomorrow morning," What? She was leaving? As in, never to see her again, for the rest of her life? Joslyn was fighting back her tears as a deafening silence fell between them. She failed as a couple of tears rolled down her face. The voices didn't even let out a peep when this happened. Nothing they could say would make this feeling any worse than it already was. But then, Hana broke the silence. "I would like you to come with me, if you so wish." Wait, what? She brought her hands to her face to wipe away the tears that had formed. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat~!? "What!? All of them had been shocked to hear that. Get out of this place? This place is one of the only places she knows. It would be extremely difficult for her to adjust to being outside of this place. Especially since she had to deal with those voices in her head. Still, if Hana would be there for her, she decided it wouldn't be so difficult. "There's things, about yourself, that you don't understand. I could explain it to you. I can tell you about them." The voices were silent again. This was extremely odd. Normally, at something like this, they would be going crazy and saying random things. But now, they are silent. Is... Is there something that they aren't telling me? Is there an actual reason why these voices are in my head? These thoughts raced through Joslyn's mind. "What say you?" The answer couldn't have come out faster. "O-Of course. Please, take me with you." Joslyn grabbed Hana's hand, that crooked smile returning to her face. Her eyes were red and starting to swell as more tears came out. "Take me with you." She didn't know how she would do it, or when she would, but she knew that Hana would take her out of there. She just knew that Hana would take her away and help her. The truth about the voices may finally surface. Those voices had yet to say anything about what was going on. But she didn't care, at least for now, she was at peace. Even if it was just for a little bit.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 1 - 4/5 | DATE: September 22, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: St. Agatha's Mental Health Facility in San Francisco, CA Joslyn was crouched down in front of some bushes in the garden of the mental health facility she was staying at. She was admitted to St. Agatha's because she had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia. For as long as she could remember, she could hear voices in her head. These voices were always saying horrible and mischievous things to her. Hearing these voices constantly would drive anyone to madness. Joslyn was no exception. "Hey, heeeeeeeeeeey~" Oh no. That voice. It was a distinctly male voice, a deep one at that. This voice usually makes horrible or perverted comments about people while talking in a playful manner. He has the odd tendency to draw out certain words in when he speaks. "Heeeeeeeeeey~" "What is it?" Joslyn responded to the voice out loud. Since she had been diagnosed as a Schizophrenic, no one would really think twice about her seemingly talking to herself. "When are you going to do something interesting~? We've been holed up in this place for what feels like foooooooooreeeeeeeeveeeeeeer~" "I don't think we can go anywhere anytime soon..." "Whyyyyyyyyyyy~?" "Because those idiotic doctors think she's crazy. I say they're just assholes that we should strangle." Another voice. This time, it was a female one. This voice usually suggests Joslyn to do horrible things for the most arbitrary reasons. An example of this would be when someone accidentally bumped into Joslyn, and the voice told her to stab him in the eye. "Honestly, what good is shoving us in here gonna do?" "They think that you guys'll go away if they give me enough medicine or something like that..." She started to run her finger around the grass in front of her. Randomly drawing circles in front of her. "Afternoon Aza--Joslyn," A familiar voice called out to Joslyn as she was talking to the voices that plagued her. She looked up, a bit surprised. "Oh loooooooook, that red-headed whore is back agaaaaaaaaaain~" "Hey, she's interrupting our private time, you should throttle this bitch." "No. She's one of the only people who actually talks to me." It was true. Aside from this person standing in front of her, the only people who actually talked to her were the people working here at St. Agatha's. Not even her family visited her. As if it actually mattered. "Mmmmmmmmmm~, I just wanna nuzzle inbetween those delectable tits of heeeeeeeeeeeers~." "Single minded buffoon. Is that all you think about?" "Please, just shut up, now. Please?" She knew they wouldn't really calm down, but she had hoped that they would actually listen to her for once. "How are you feeling today? Better than yesterday I hope?" She had crouched down to talk to Joslyn. It was nice whenever she visited. As she recalled, Joslyn called her Hana. However, the voices in her head would get rowdier than usual when she came around. Joslyn never asked them why, or even wondered why. She always thought that they just wanted to ruin her relationship with other people. But she actually enjoyed talking to her, although these talks wouldn't always go without incident. "Well, I suppose I'm doing better. Then again, maybe not. I don't really know what to say about how I'm feeling because I don't really understand myself." Joslyn looked at Hana and tried to force a smile. That smile was so crooked and awkwardly shaped that one could barely even call it a smile, though. She normally has a perpetual frown on her face. Joslyn never really had any particular reason to smile, not even when she was little. Most of the pictures she was in have her face looking the exact same. Dull eyes, a frown that never seemed to go away, and some bags underneath her eyes. Those voices would never let up, even during night time. But she didn't complain about it. She would never complain about it. After all, who could really help her get rid of those voices that seemed to come out of nowhere?
Samuel Riviera DAY: 1 - 2/5 | DATE: September 22, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Prison in Mexico City, Mexico OOC: If I say something wrong in Spanish, blame Google Translate The heat is almost unbearable. A humid heat looms within the corridors and cells of the prison. The smell of sweat and other various foul things fills the air as two cops walk down the corridor. One of the cops is showing a newbie around the facilities. Sweat trickled down their foreheads as they continued to walk, one cop pointing out who was in what cell and why they were in there. As they kept going, the new cop just kept looking at each and every inmate with disgust. However, he noticed that there were more empty cells than he expected. As they kept going, some of the inmates seemed to be more and more agitated. Soon enough, some of the inmates jumped towards the two cops and desperately pleaded with them, "Vamos a salir de aquí! ¡Por favor! No nos dejes aquí con ese loco! (Let us out of here! Please! Don't leave us in here with that maniac!)" The new cop jumped back, surprised to see the inmates riled up like this. The senior officer, fed up with seeing inmates acting like this over and over, simply shouted back at them, "¡Cállate! (Shut it!)" The inmates wouldn't stop and begged a second time, "Vamos a salir! (Let us out!)" The senior officer pulled out his night stick and hit the bars of the cell, "Yo dije cállate! (I said shut it!)" Soon after, the inmates calmed down a little bit, thinking twice about what they said. The new cop, confused by what he just saw, asked his senior officer, "¿Qué pasa con ellos? (What's wrong with these guys?)" "No hay nada malo con ellos. Ellos son sólo miedo. (Nothing's wrong with them. They're just afraid.)" "¿De qué? (Of what?)" "De él. Samuel Riviera. (Of him. Samuel Riviera.)" The senior officer pointed right at an inmate, lying on his bed, in a cell all by himself. There didn't seem to be anything particularly odd about him other than the color of his hair. The new cop was in disbelief, "Pero ... que sólo se ve como cualquier chico normal. ¿Qué es él aquí? (But... he looks just like any regular guy. What is he here for?)" "Mató a 20 personas, mientras que bajo la influencia de drogas. (He killed 20 people, while under the influence of drugs.)" The new cop was shocked by this little revelation. 20 people? That's crazy. "También late regularmente los otros reclusos. (He also regularly beats up the other inmates.)" "¿Qué hay de malo en eso? (What's so bad about that?)" The new cop thought it was a regular thing that inmates beat each other up. What was so different about this? "La mayoría de ellos terminan en el hospital después. (Most of them end up in the hospital afterwards.)" "Hablando de mí? (Talking about me?)" Sam stood up and turned to look at them, scratching at his white hair with a bored look in his face. His body was toned, not overly muscular like you'd expect most of the deadlier inmates to be. And for someone who is feared as a dangerous fighter, he wasn't as tall as you would think he'd be. Even though he was 5' 10", he looked even shorter because he was hunching over. Looking at the new guy, he calmly asked, "¿Quién es este idiota? (Who's the dumbass?)
User Name: Bite the Dust Name: Joslyn Taylor Jones Angel: Azazel Appearance: Here Age: 18 Location: San Francisco, California Occupation: Patient at a Mental Health Institution Religious Views: Christian Personality: Joslyn is a disturbed individual who had trouble allowing herself to get close to people. She is afraid that if she does get close to people, the voices in her head may cause her to say or do something that will hurt the other person. Because of this, she tends to keep to herself everywhere she goes. Joslyn herself is a sweet girl and wants to help others. The voices in her head, though, they are a completely different story. Other: Near constantly hears voices in her head.
So like, you know, made the bump and all...
User Name: Bite the Dust Name: Samuel Riviera Angel: Abaddon Appearance: You should, like, click this thingy Age: 27 Location: Mexico City Occupation: In Prison Religious Views: Atheist Personality: Sam is rude and abrasive to everybody he meets. He tends to make tons of crude jokes and make snarky comments on everything that's happening as it happens. He will attach nicknames to people he doesn't know just so he doesn't have to learn their names. Other: He is deathly afraid of Ocelots
Brent, having left his earbuds on the entire bus ride, looked around to see what was going on. Even though he had his earbuds on, he could hear Garth loud and clear. It seemed that he would not be able to drown Garth out ever. It annoyed him too because he was listening to Holy Diver while he was making the announcements. The music failed to do its job that time, though this is Garth I'm thinking about... At any rate, he decided to go check out what there was to eat on the ferry. He hadn't eaten anything since the day before. His stomach was rumbling fiercely. Searching around the main floor, he finally stumbled upon the salad bar. As soon as he saw that it was not free, he fished out his wallet from his back pocket. As he did so, the next song came up. It was silent at first, but then the sound of the wind blowing, followed by a synthesizer. He knew exactly what song came up. Egypt (The Chains Are On). As the song entered the main part, Brent began to nod his head to the rhythm. After paying for some Jojo Fries, a Ham and Cheddar sandwich, and a bottle of water, he went to an empty table, the music still blasting from his earbuds.
Finally. The busses had arrived. It seemed like he had waited a whole day for the busses to come. It didn't matter, though, since they had come. Brent stretched a little bit and tilted his head from side to side, a satisfying crack sounding each time he did. He went onto one of the buses and went all the way to the back. It was his hope that perhaps he could meet some interesting people on the bus. He wasn't sure if anyone would talk to him, but he wasn't sure if they wouldn't either. At any rate, Brent plopped onto the seat in the back and groaned. He wasn't a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. However, since they were leaving, he didn't mind it. Brent reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He started fiddling around with it as he waited in the back, with nothing to do. Slowly, he sifted through all of the songs on it. Hundreds of genres of songs. He had stopped on one song and contemplated listening to it. "Owner of a Lonely Heart, huh?" After thinking about it for a bit, he pulled out his earbuds from his bag and plugged them in. After putting the buds in, he pressed play.
Spoiler: Dream Huh? Where am I? This question lingered as the dreamer looked around. Above him, the sky was a wondrous array of reds and golds and violets. There were buildings off in the distance as a young man stood surrounded by lush green forests. However, even though his surroundings looked peaceful, the reason he stood there was anything but. The young man stood and, in a frantic manner, began to shout out into the forest. However, what he was screaming couldn't be made out. What? What's he saying? What's going on? He continued to shout, looking around the forest very quickly. What's he looking for? Is he desperate? I can't make out his face. Eventually, the young man ran into the forest, continuing to shout. However, this time, something could be heard. "...Where are you?" Faint, but still audible. "Where are you?" Who's he looking for? He continued to run, looking all over the forest, not caring how lost he got. He continued to run, still shouting out to a person that wasn't there. He continued to run, unaware of what will happen, or rather, what has happened. He continued to run, even though he was tired and worn out. He continued to run, a glimmer of hope still in his heart. However, he eventually stopped, looking downward in horror. What is it? What did he find? The young man dropped to his knees and brought his hands to his face. Is... is he crying? What did he find? What is it? The dreamer repeated these questions, but he couldn't get any closer. He could only watch as this young man knelt next to something on the ground. He could hear the young man sobbing loudly, screaming, "...No....No!" What is it? However, before that question could be answered... Brent woke up, a cold sweat had formed on his forehead and back. He was breathing heavily, tears forming on his eyes. Quickly, he wiped off his tears on his sleeve, "That dream again..." It was a dream that he had before. Although, the previous times, he couldn't hear anything at all, nor could he make out what the young man in his dream was doing. This was the first time he could hear the young man in his dream speak. He tried to calm himself as he stood up from his bed. Jeez... What was that all about? Brent had no idea why he had those dreams, and he hadn't told anyone about them. Quickly, he looked through his bag for a new shirt he could wear. His sweat coated the shirt he wore as he slept. He found one and quickly changed shirts, shoving his old one into his bag. Fortunately, he woke up before the others that had slept in the bed next to his. He quickly swished his tongue around his mouth, feeling the nastiness that had accumulated in his mouth as he slept. How disgusting. Fishing out his toothbrush and some toothpaste from his bag, he went into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth. As soon as he finished, he went to the people still sleeping on their bed. He slapped one of their thighs, "Come on, it's time to wake up. We have to get out of here." With groans of complaint, they woke up in a sluggish manner. "Morning to you, too," one of them quipped. "Yeah, yeah. I know you were having some golden slumbers, but come on, we're leaving the camp today, or did you forget?" There was a playful tone in his voice. He picked up his bags in a hurry. Brent didn't like to dawdle around too much. "I'll see you over by the main road where the bus will be, alright?" "Right, gotcha. See ya, then, Brent." The kid from Cabin F went to grab some stuff from his bag and went to the bathroom. "Great, see ya then, Joseph." With that, he left the cabin with all of his belongings in hand. He trudged along to the main road, still a little sleepy. The dream had come back to the fore front of his thoughts. Seriously, why do I keep having these dreams?
After hearing where he was supposed to go, Brent went to gather all of his belongings from his Cabin. He was now in Group 2. He understood why it had to be this way, but he still had a little issue having to be in a larger group. Well, at least I'll be able to meet more people and find out how talented they are. He wanted to think on the positive side, so that he could at the very least get to sleep tonight. After he gathered his things from his cabin, he went to the new cabins that housed the leaders. Group 2's Cabins were situated in behind Group 1's. He was about to enter Group 1's cabins, but he saw some of Group 1's people walk into the cabins, so he looked around and eventually found where he was supposed to go. As he walked in, he thought, Wow, this is nice... Must be nice being a leader... He placed his bags on a bed close to the bathroom. As he sat on the bed, the events of the day caught up with him and hit him like a truck. He fell back onto the bed and let out a long, exasperated sigh. No one from his Cabin had shown up yet. Lying there on his bed, with no one else in his cabin, made him feel lonely, like a rainbow in the dark. Eventually, with the sounds of the night filling the room, he drifted off to sleep, his belongings right next to him.
It had only been a few days since Brent had gotten to the Camp when all of this commotion happened. He had applied for this job not too long ago, realizing it would allow him to meet other musically talented people. Brent had been assigned as the counselor to Cabin F, and he had hoped to make his time there, as well as his cabin's, memorable. He had no idea just how memorable it would be. At the time, he had been goofing around in his cabin. He was humming tunes to himself, not really caring what was going on. He knew there was a scavenger hunt going on, but he didn't much care for it. Brent held no desire to go out into the woods and dirty his hands to look for random trinkets that would possibly hold no meaning to him, or anyone. He thought it was unnecessary, though he would've gone if his cabin pushed him to, because he wanted them to have fun. As long as they had fun, it would be worth it, he thought. Now, after everything had happened, and most of the forest had been burned down, he thought that he was lucky that he was still in the Cabin with his group when it started. He was worried about what had happened. How did this happen? He thought as he paced the floor in the loft. Despite everything, he tried to maintain his composure in the hopes that he could help people to relax. "QUIET!" A loud voice had broken his train of thought, Oh dear, what's going on? His eyes fell on Garth, hoping that he would find some stuff out. He had looked at some of the students that giggled before he continued. "... PRESENTLY, A HANDFUL OF YOUR PEERS ARE EITHER MISSING, HOSPITALIZED, OR DEAD..." He tuned out after hearing the first part of the announcement. As Garth continued, Brent had quietly commented to himself, "Oh my, some of these kids are already knockin' on Heaven's Door. How unfortunate." He did want this to be a memorable experience, but not at the cost of other's lives.
