⎝ DAY 4┊2/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HALL ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊CONCERNED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Bryan gave Maria a concerned once over, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She looked pretty faint . . . Maybe she was dehydrated? Or she hadn't eaten too much recently? Low blood sugar? He didn't know what to think, and there wasn't much room to say anything because the door behind him opened, and he spun around. "Good morning,everyone!" Bryan bit his lip at the sight of his sister. He wanted to talk to her now, but there was a bit of an emergency at hand. It would have to wait . . . " . . . What's going on?" He looked back to Maria who looked confused by the thought that the ferry had sunk yesterday and Bryan didn't understand how she didn't remember. It had been pretty scary, and he knew he wouldn't forget something like so quickly! "It . . . sank?" He frowned. There was definitely something wrong with her. "I don't . . . It hurts . . . I keep trying to remember and it hurts my head . . . " Maria then mentioned something about feeling funny and the color was pretty much drained from her face as she grabbed Bryan's arm. She collapsed. "Maria!" Bryan exclaimed reaching to grab her, but before she could, Tucker was already on the scene, gently holder her around the waist and Bryan sighed with a bit of relief. "We have to go to the clinic." Bryan nodded as he motioned for Tucker to go ahead, and then he turned to his sister. "Maria's sick," he frowned, "Just kinda . . . popped up here. I don't think she remembers anything. Are you okay? Feels like we haven't talked much at all . . . " He grabbed her hands, "You know you can talk to me whenever you wanna . . . Oh. A boy named Quentin, he told me to tell you hello." Bryan gave a small smile. "We should get to the clinic, for Maria -- unless you don't wanna come?"
⎝ DAY 4┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HALL ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊CONCERNED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊?? = Tucker ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Bryan continued to talk to Tucker in the hallway outside his sister's door, hoping she would come out soon. For some reason, earlier, Quentin didn't seem so happy with him and Bryan wondered why. Their conversation was interrupted by a cracking voice, "Um - Bryan? Tucker?" Bryan looked over his shoulder again and saw a girl with long, blonde hair. Maria was her name, and Bryan recognized her from the previous years at camp. She didn't look to good at all; Bryan frowned. "Can someone tell me what's going on?" she asked, wincing. "Maria . . . Are you alright?" Bryan asked, making his way over to her, "You don't look too good," He wondered what was wrong with her. She had gone to the clinic yesterday, hadn't she? He remembered seeing her there, for sure. "We're at the inn that couple led us to yesterday, don't you remember? The ferry sank and we all almost died . . ."
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ AMUSED / ANNOYED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ.❞ "Daaaaaang," Sir Patch began, "I'd be much more nicer to be address on my dashing dazzling looks other that this silly old eye patch." Sophie couldn't help but laugh. First impressions were important, to her, and he had made a good one. She liked him a good deal already. "I mean, look at me, it's totally mind boggling that my eye patch gets more notice than my own self . . . Hell, I'd dare say the damn thing probably gained more ladies than me . . . After all I can't friggin' wink . . . It just makes people wonder if I'm blinking or winkin'." he said with a smile. Sophie laughed again, smiling at the man, "I'll remember to address you more properly in the future, Sir Dashing Patch." she replied. Another person walked into the room. "Good morning." Sophie recognized the girl but didn't care much to try and put a name with the face at the moment. "Good morning," she replied simply, returning her attention to the somewhat relieved-looking Pierce. "Well we should," Sophie sighed at the next voice that entered the fold. It belonged to that pathetic girl's brother . . . Adrian. That was his name. "Sorry if I might be rude, but the situation as it is severe. I'm no counselor, but . . ." He was annoying. Hadn't he been the one to make that speech yesterday, or something about treasuring life? She couldn't remember. Someone had told her about it and she had a good laugh, wondering if he was as hilarious a specimen as his sister. "Grateful to be alive, indeed." she replied morosely. Sophie watched as he leaned in to say something to Pierce and she narrowed her eyes slightly. No, she didn't like him, and could tell he was going to be a great annoyance to her. She usually snuffed annoyances out. She listened to Sir Dashing Patch reply to Pierce's question and her like of him continued to grow.
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 4 │ 1/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JUNE 18TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ ISLAND INN ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ SUSPICIOUS / ABSURD ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOTHING ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC !! ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ The former counselor answered a little too cheerfully. "Hey there. My name's Bryan, was just here checking on her." Uh-huh. I'm sure you were. "What's your name again . . . ?" Quentin hesitated. "Quentin. Why did you want to check up on her?" His tone was guarded, but Bryan didn't seem to notice. "I was just . . ." The boy had to think. Just thinking of an excuse? Quentin tapped his foot. "Well, I don't think she wants to see me, but I just want to make sure she's okay! Looking out for each other, she and I." Quentin was surprised at how honest it sounded. He tried to read the older boy's face, but got nothing. I guess he means it. Quentin didn't see a reason to check up on her with someone else, so he resigned himself to come back later. "Alright. I should be going, then. Tell her I said hi, will you?" He spun around and headed toward his own room. The wetness of his clothes was starting to bother him, and he needed a shower before he met his girls. He heard a voice behind him, talking to Bryan. He recognized it. . . . Tucker? Good. He let his doubts drift away. Tucker wouldn't let anything happen. He made it to his room without a fuss and called for someone to take his clothes to the wash. While getting undressed, he emptied his pockets and counted the things he had left. A few coins, a ruined MP3 player, and . . . A vial of dubious quality. He laughed and didn't stop for a good minute. It seemed this bottle would bring him back every time something happened at this former camp. He handed his clothes off at the door and jumped into the shower. He felt much better when he got out and only then noticed the candles and continuous sweet smell in the room. He disregarded them. He picked up his Cupid's Brew and laid on the bed, thinking of which to use it on first. He entertained himself with thoughts of how Noëlle would act under its influence while waiting for his clothes to get back.
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM ⎠⎛ MOOD ‖ CONTENT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ.❞ As the conversation continued, Sophie gathered that Pierce wasn't the best to continue carrying conversations, and her early thoughts of the girl mocking her were wiped clean. "Uh, hah . . . Um, no, not really." That was actually a bit of a disappointment. Sophie pegged her as the singing type, though stage fright was probably something that got in her way a lot, "I'll sing along with things, when, um, no one is around, but I've never really tried to sing." It seemed that this was an embarrassing topic for Pierce, and Sophie wondered why. "It's hard enough to t - talk to people. Singing . . . It's - It's another whole feat." Stage fright, for sure. "That's too bad," Sophie commented, slightly genuine, "Maybe one day you could sing for me." "Um . . . What else do you do?" Pierce asked, and Sophie raised an eyebrow, "I mean . . . besides music. Other hobbies?" Ah, this question. Sophie looked out the window and thought about it. It sure was a damper outside. She usually trekked carefully around this one, especially after the first time she had disclosed too much information. "I write a lot, like to be outside . . . I also enjoy activities that have me active. I'm a fairly decent swimmer, which is one of the reasons I didn't drown yesterday." She almost felt sorry for the poor souls who did. Looking over at Pierce, Sophie internally frowned. "You seem unwell." she commented, "Are you okay?" Briefly, Sophie wondered if she was causing Pierce to be nervous, and the thought brought her a little pleasure. "'Morning kiddos," Sophie looked away from her companion and up to see a man with an eye patch. She almost laughed. He had been one of the counselors, right? "Good morning, Sir Patch." she said with an innocent smile.
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ VENGEFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ.❞ The received smile at Sophie's effort did little for her spirits and she wondered if the other girl might be mocking her. Were that true, Sophie gave her more credit than she originally thought she would -- but Sophie doubted it. "Piano and the flute, but primarily piano." Sophie watched Pierce's face darken as she seemed to realize something, "Oh . . . I guess I lost my flute yesterday." . . . Oh, shit. Her cello. Her violin . . . A smooth expression remained on her face as a storm began to spread in her mind. Well, at least she had her personal instruments at home, and they were safe. "Aha . . . I suppose I lost my instruments too. Terrible business." She sounded calm, but was actually pretty pissed about the situation. "The cello, violin, and I also sing." she replied, "I can play a variety of instruments actually, but the cello is my forté." Sophie sat down her fork and leaned back in her chair, fixing the black collar of her sleeveless shirt. After being so tired yesterday, it wasn't a wonder that she'd forgotten about her instruments, but it was still angering nonetheless. If someone really had sunk the ferry, she wanted to snap their neck. "Do you sing, Pierce?" she then asked, trying to keep her mind from overflowing with anger.
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ.❞ It brought her a little satisfaction that there had been some small reaction to her comment. "Oh, um . . . Thanks. I was wearing it y - yesterday. I kinda, um . . . lost my back . . . and I didn't have my brush so I just . . . ah, tossed it up. Y - You look nice, too." "B - Better than yesterday, I guess." she continued with a bit of a break in her speech, "And you?" Sophie smiled at this, "I'm alive, and that's the most I could ask for." She prodded her chin with the fork, looking thoughtful, "I wonder how many people lost their special belongings between the sinking and the fire." She was verily hinting at Cupid's Brew, but she didn't expect anyone to pick up on it. "And . . . I have some feeling that we might not be leaving this island soon. It was convenient that the couple found us when they did." She wondered who else was up and about in the inn. "So Pierce . . ." she began again, not willing to let the conversation die just yet, "What sort of instrument do you play?"
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ.❞ Sophie continued to write in her journal until she heard footsteps joining the area. She finished the entry, "C'est la vie . . . I shall write again soon." and looked up to see who it was while adjusting herself to sit properly in her chair. As a pleasant surprise to herself, Sophie saw that it was Pierce. She had come to think of it, she and Pierce hadn't talked at all since camp started, since they didn't exactly run in the same line of people. Or with people at all. The other girl shyly cleared her throat as Sophie sat down with a plate of food and the latter smiled. "G - Good morning . . . Sophie . . ." Very shy, aren't you? Sophie thought to herself with a hint of a smile. "Good morning, Pierce." she replied, and was going to continue when she spotted another person joining them. Elisa. While still looking at Pierce, she paid attention to what Elisa was getting to eat and found amusement in when it was only a glass of orange juice. "I like your outfit and hair," she said to Pierce, taking a bite of her jelly and butter toast, "It looks pretty." A smile filled her face, waiting for the response of all directions. "How are you?"
⎝ DAY 4┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HALL ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊HMM? ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊?? = TUCKER ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ He'd been standing around for a few minutes, wondering if the kid next sitting on the ground would wake up first, or if Noëlle would answer first. The kid first, then. Bryan sighed, wondering if his sister knew it was him at the door or not. "Hi, um, . . . ?" With a smile, Bryan lent his hand out for the kid to take it and stand up, but he got up on his own. "Hey there," he said cheerfully, "Name's Bryan, was just here checking on her." explained, "What's your name, again . . . ?" he asked curiously, remembering that he didn't know it. "Quentin. Why did you want to check up on her?" His suspicion was obvious, but Bryan didn't even notice it. "I was just . . ." Hmm. "Well, I don't think she wants to see me, but I just want to make sure she's okay! Looking out for each other, she and I." Bryan replied genuinely. Quentin studied his face, then nodded. "Alright. I should be going, then. Tell her I said hi, will you?" The boy turned around and walked off, Bryan frowning in his stead. The kid's clothing looked wet -- he hoped he didn't get sick! "Hey kiddo! Merry morning!" Bryan peered over his shoulder to see Tucker walking up behind him. "Tucker, good morning!" he greeted with a smile, "It's good to see you're alright . . ." He patted the other on the shoulder. ". . . Well, kind of, but um. Hey. Uh, Are you okay?" Tucker asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mmhm, still good and kickin' . . . 'Cept for this pesky bruise and cut I have on my noggin . . ." He pointed to the bandage that was still wrapped around his forehead, "Got it trying to . . . to get out of the boat, yesterday . . . How 'bout you? Any serious injuries or something?"
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 4 │ 1/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JUNE 18TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ ISLAND INN / HALLWAY ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ GROGGY ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ NOTHING ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Quentin was awoken by a sharp noise. He flinched awake and noticed someone standing beside him. He yawned and rubbed his eyes in confusion. What are they doing in my room? He looked up at them to find out who they were. It was the counselor who had hugged Noëlle after the fire. Then he saw the door. Oh. "Hi, um, . . . ?" Quentin worked out that the sound was the knocking. Who are you? More importantly, who are you to her? He was too tired to talk much, but as he stared at the young man the events of the previous night came back to him. Oh no, my things! He was especially upset about his sketches. He took a deep breath and forced himself to forget it. I can't believe I fell asleep. At least I stood guard for her. He concluded that the soreness in his frame was worth it. His clothes were still wet, but he didn't fret over it much. He was sure that they had dryers here. He got up as he waited for the counselor's response.
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ ROOM / DINING ROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ NOTHING ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING !! ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ.❞ Slender fingers traced over the brand/tattoo that decorated her left collarbone. At the sight of it, Sophie sighed and turned away from viewing her nude body in the mirror. Some time after going to sleep, it seemed that someone had taken the liberty of cleaning her clothes for her, and so most everything was . . . dry. It only added to her dislike of the place, but at least she had clean clothes. What were they supposed to do now, she wondered? Sophie wouldn't be able to contact anyone outside this private island because her phone was dancing in hell, and she had a feeling the natives wouldn't do much for her with communication. The situation was both a blessing and a curse; on one hand, she didn't have to go home to see her parents ( living in a big house meant she never really had to see them anyway ), on the other, she would be making her beloved worry. Beloved. Ahaha. What a joke. Sophie's face didn't brighten up as it did when she laughed. The too-sweet smell of pastries baking was lightening her head a little. Why did everything around here smell so damned sweet? It was like they were trying to cover up a more foul smell ( one created by foul activities ) by drenching this place in a grandmother's sweetshop/bakery perfume. Either way, it made her hungry. Before leaving her room, she dried off her black book and found ( "What a pleasant surprise." ) that she had put it in a ziplock bag; both her special pen and her book were safe from the water. Both in hand, Sophie traversed down the stairs and into the inn's dining room, flipping open her book and beginning to write. Spoiler: Writing CAN'T SEE THE FONT? June 18th, 2013 ♤ A foul situation It seems that I won't be returning home for a while, which is both a good and a bad thing. I have a feeling my beloved already began to miss me from the day I left. Let they be in wanting, that's more fun for me. I had expected to spend my summer at Camp, but it seems that fate has different plans for me and a few other people. Two bad situations happening in a succession? If I didn't know better, I'd take a gander and say they were planned. By whom? My money might be on someone like Garth. But no, he has always been a relatively dependable man. They were saying that a cigarette was the start of the fire. That could mean one of two things: One, the cigarette was dropped by someone on purpose, and they had meant to put it out ( or perhaps not ), but it spread instead, or Two, the cigarette was dropped by accident and the person was so stunned at what was happening that they let the fire spread out of not knowing what to do. I'm currently leaning towards two. It seems that it really would be an accident - could anyone hate camp that much? Coming is completely voluntary, so I can't see anyone hating it. The list of people seems to go on to who it could be, but it would be good not to dwell on it. Moving on . . . I was pleased to see that my little vial was relatively undamaged by the ferry sinking. I was almost afraid it would be lost, because I paid a good bit of money for it, and I really would like to use it. I don't know what the effects/affects of it are. A true love potion? I find that hard to believe. It might have something to do with a strong infatuation, rather than true love - but people will buy into anything, won't they? I have a few candidates for which I would use it on. I don't particularly like anyone in the way that the potion might call for - that is not how I play the game. There is one particular boy right now, he is of a little interest to me, but is more unnerving than anything else. It's annoying. He probably doesn't know that he would be able to get to me if he tried hard enough, and I don't intend for him to find out. I play with him, not the other way around. C'est la vie . . . I shall write again soon.
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⎝ DAY 4┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HALL ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ It was early by the time Bryan woke up, and it surprised him a little; he expected to wake up at least during the late morning because of all the craziness taking the energy out of him yesterday. It was still hard to believe that the ferry tipped over! What were they supposed to do now? How were they supposed to get home? Bryan looked across the clothes he had laid out over night to dry and picked something that wasn't still a little wet. Eventually, he settled for a ashen green shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and dark gray Converse. He left his room and trotted down the stairs to the front desk. "Good morning," he greeted, smiling at the girl named Cane. She just looked at him and he fumbled a little under her somewhat-harsh gaze, "E - Err . . . Could you tell me Noëlle Chamber's room number?" Bryan averted his vivid green eyes from meeting hers. She didn't seem to be in such a good mood. After getting the room number, he trekked back upstairs and walked down the appropriate hallway, only to see someone was sitting in front of the door. Bryan frowned. What the heck . . . Oh, he recognized that face, but . . . He couldn't put it with a name. Why the heck is he sitting out here? Maybe he . . . shared this room with Noëlle and she locked him out? The thought made Bryan laugh a little. It did seem like something his sister would do . . . With a shrug and then a sigh, Bryan knocked at the door, hoping his sister was willing to see him.
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 3 │ 5/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JUNE 17TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ INN / CLINIC ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ PARANOID ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 37% = NOËLLE / 3% = SOPHIE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC !! ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ The only that could have been worse would be if there were an oil leak and the sea caught fire. Quentin's expression was bitter as he sat at the inn. It had been a long boat and car ride, especially since he waited for Sophie. He would never have forgiven himself himself if he had left either of his girls behind. The entire boat had been totaled, semingly without cause, and no officials had showed up. Instead, it took multiple trips by a single private owner to get them all to safety. Well . . . Everyone I care about. The car and boat ride to the place had been long. Quentin grew suspicious as no officials showed up even after everyone was accounted for. Watching Sophie was the only thing that kept him from getting stir crazy. She kept him focused. He started noticing her penchant for jewelry and wondered where it came from. When they got there, the rescued were split up--injured to the clinic, uninjured to the inn. He and Sophie were sent to the former. A girl named Cane gave them their keys. Noëlle wasn't in the inn. His expression grew darker when he realized what that meant. He gave Sophie a once-over and asked her, "Are you alright?" "A little worse for the wear, but I'm alive." She seemed genuine. "Good. I'll be back." He exited the inn and ran across the street to the clinic. He got the strangest feeling she he got there, like something was cooking. His eye widened. I hope she's okay . . . He charged in and saw her in the waiting room, to which he sighed deeply with relief. Her name was called just as he entered and she got up to leave, so he stepped back outside and waited for her. When she came back out, she was walking briskly and looked extremely unhappy. He looked back at the clinic with disgust. What did you do to her? When he turned back to follow his girl, she was already inside the inn, getting her key from Cane. He ran over, but she ran up the stairs. He called out to her as she entered her room, but she either didn't hear or ignored it. He tried to open the door, but it was locked by the time he got there. He raised his hand to knock, but heard something and reconsidered. Is she crying? What the hell did they do?! His mind reeled as it ran through the possibilities. He didn't know what to do with a crying girl in any of them. It took him several minutes to stop fidgeting. Eventually, he decided it didn't matter and opted to sit in font of her door. I'll wait until she stops crying, then ask to come in. He listened to the sound of her sobbing breaths and counted the minutes. It would have peaceful if for the crying. He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of the hallway. It was making him sleepy. At least she's safe . . . He listened, but she didn't stop crying. He was alseep before he got to thirty.
⎝ DAY 3┊5/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 17TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CLINIC / ROOM ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊DOWN / TIRED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ The bandage wrapped tightly around Bryan's forehead had been anything but unnoticeable. He sighed. The ferry flipping thing had been completely awful, and he was still a little shaken up, but he took the time to comfort some of the others before and after being treated. The only one he hadn't talked to . . . Bryan couldn't help but feel like Noëlle was avoiding him . . . and he couldn't help but feel bad. Was she mad at him? He couldn't think of why. The thoughts and worries just made him feel dejected and a little worthless that he couldn't protect or save her. She probably hated him. He wouldn't blame her . . . The adults were nice and pleasant to be around, and there was nothing he liked better than talking to a few of them. They did seem a little out of the ordinary, but most people were so he didn't pay attention to it. With a yawn, Bryan flopped down onto his bed, the day completely getting to him. He wanted to look for his sister, but he was afraid that she might not want to see him . . . He couldn't believe how things were turning out; the forest fire and the ferry sinking, back to back. If he didn't know better, he'd say this was some kind of divine plan! I sure wish I had my phone . . . Noëlle hadn't messaged him back, which only boost his fears -- but he took a little comfort in knowing that . . . well, all of their phones were probably kaput. He would see her tomorrow. Tomorrow, they would talk. As Bryan drifted off, he could only hope that she wasn't growing to hate him.
⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 5/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 17TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ ROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ WORN ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ NOTHING ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ ＷＨＡＴ ＡＮ ． ． ． ＵＮＰＬＥＡＳＡＮＴ ＳＵＲＰＲＩＳＥ.❞ The sudden water all over her after the dive had been unpleasant, unplanned, and a little nerve wracking. Sophie had never had a fondness of boats, but it was sure a convenient thing that she had an affinity for swimming. It was a pleasant surprise that Quentin was able to swim as well, like the rest who were dipped in the too-cold water. How that the boat . . . flipped, anyway? Something like that wasn't just a spontaneous happening -- there was no way it could have been just an accident. In fact, Sophie didn't think she could have planned anything better herself. Sophie scanned around to see who had and had not made it. Some of them were probably dead. What a surreal thought . . . She wasn't scared of death, maybe some of dying, but the concept of someone actually being dead was just . . . that. A concept. No one really died in Sophie's book. They all just moved on to a different plane of reality, maybe. Swimming around, Sophie found some of her luggage floating about and sighed, wondering if her blacklist had made it okay. A strange squawking sound caught her attention, and things sort of just passed with the wind rippling over the water. When Sophie was next paying attention She was laying on the deck of the somewhat-cramped boat, relishing the feel of the warm sun drying her sopped body and clothing. The refuge they had come to was really . . . something. Fairly nice, Sophie had to admit, and the help was much appreciated. When they got into the car, Sophie stopped paying attention again. After some long time of not paying attention, they arrived at a welcoming-looking inn that she smiled at, despite being a little cold still. Some of the others went to the clinic, but Sophie felt . . . relatively okay. Her only aftermath injury would probably be some bruises and her shoulders would be really sore from hanging on to that railing . . . The woman, Cane, was . . . okay. After the girl grumbled about something, they were given room keys. Truth be told, Sophie didn't trust any of these people -- for all she knew, they were psychopaths. And it hadn't escaped her notice that there weren't many others around besides the group that had come. Everything around her screamed red alert, but she moved on and settled in the room she was given. Everything about the room screamed some sort of 'DANGER, BE WARY!' but she settled her things down and stripped, then wrapping a towel around her frame and falling on the bed, taking a breather. Some time later, she probably drifted off.
3 ! ♥ Sophie felt the boat lurch and lost her footing immediately, thrown into a frenzy of thoughts as to what was going on, and . . . Why was the boat suddenly tipping over? "Quentin . . ." she warned, trying to regain her stance. The boat was tipping farther and farther over every second and people were falling into the water. Well, she had said something about wanting to go swimming soon, "Ready to take a dive?" she asked him playfully, her breath starting to rush up. She squeezed her eyes closed, took a breath, and with as much force as possible, pushed off the sided deck ( ouch, her arms! ) and dove into the water with a score of 6 of 10. Pathetic work, Sophie! 2 ! ♥ One moment, Bryan was speaking to Elisa and Richie, and the next, he felt the table, nailed to the floor, walling it into his stomach, knocking the life out of him for several seconds. When he came to completely, he heard yelps and screams from all around him and felt his chair sliding. In a rush, he grabbed onto the edges of the table, feeling like he was just going to slip any second. He looked out the windows of the sided boat and saw the direct sky. The boat was tipping, crapcrapcrap! How were they supposed to get out? The windows . . . Bryan pound his fist against the window, eventually prompting to headbutt it at the given of a bruise. He held himself and beat the window until it cracked, and then more, and more. He thought he was bleeding! The window broke and Bryan climbed out, "This way!" he shouted to the others, unsteadily making his way across, and then diving into the water. 1 ! ♥ Quentin jumped when the boat lurched. He wasn't known for his reaction time, but that changed on the water. He could feel the ferry turning, slanting underneath him. He waited a second for it to even out. It didn't slant back. I'm going to die. Greeeeaaaat. Just when I had gotten over camp cancelling. He hissed and chuckled under his breath, then looked around to see what others were doing. Sophie is right beside me, and there are some others on deck who haven't noticed . . . Where's Noëlle?! He looked around frantically. "Ready to take a dive?" Sophie dove into the water. Quentin wasn't sure what else to do but follow. He dove in.
* posts thread* * never posts again * Whoops. I won't null-and-void this round, and I won't restart it. I'll post the thread on Monday. It always has to be a Monday. * ends up forgetting * "Is she really that unreliable?" Yes, I am.
X X X Day Seven: What kind of influence do you think music has on the world? Are you able to imagine a world without music, music of any kind? X X X
⎝ DAY 3┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 17TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊FERRY ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊CONTENT ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊18% = ELISA ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ "U - uh, we're fine! Real good! Doctors were a pain though, but we're good." Bryan smiled brightly at Elisa, a small blush tinting his cheeks at her upbeat reply. "Yeah, we're both fine, thanks." Richie said, and Bryan looked at him with his same smile, but less of a blush. "What happened with you? I didn't see you at the hospital and I was a little worried because . . . I heard that someone died in the fire and I was really scared it was you . . . " Richie squeezed a little harder. Bryan smiled, feeling relief that his two campers were alright, and in turn, were worried about him, "I'm okay, really. I just feel all kinds of bad for running off . . . But I guess we're alright now." He didn't want to think about who else died in the forest, about who he couldn't save. Bryan quickly realized he was still holding both their hands, so in a bit of a rush ( and some embarrassment ), he let them go. "Sooo," he started, slightly awkward, placing his hands on the table, "what'd you guys have planned for the rest of the summer, now that camp is cancelled?" He looked around a bit wondering if he could spot Noëlle anywhere. He hoped she was feeling okay . . . She seemed really shaken up after he found her in the Circle -- even more than the others! With a small sigh at the thought, Bryan pulled out his phone and messaged her. Hey sis. Hope you're okay... We can talk whenever you want. ♥ Bryan
