⎝ DAY 1┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CAMP CIRCLE ⎞ ❧ ⎝ MOOD┊CONTENT ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊EXCITING !! ⎞ Bryan was one of the first young counselors on the scene, smiling and getting along swimmingly with the others. It was his first year as a counselor, but he'd volunteered a lot last summer, so he wasn't too worried. Bryan was one of those people who everyone seemed to get along with. Maybe it was his smile? Maybe he was charming? Bryan liked people, liked talking to them and having a good time with them. Since Bryan was still relatively new at this, some of the other counselors still treated him like a kid. It wasn't a bad thing, but they wouldn't even tell him who he was bunking with! He guessed that it was alright with him, and he was a little glad that he was getting it easy. How hard could counseling be? Especially since he got along with most everyone. "Don't worry kiddo, you'll have a great time." one of the others told him. Of course he would. So . . . Maybe he was a little nervous to be leading others that were probably all around his age . . . But it'd be fine, he thought with a smile. The groups were walking up and among them, he saw his little sister, Noëlle, and he gave her a small wave and a smile. Maybe they would share cabins? It'd definitely make him feel a lot better - and it helped that none of the cabins were gender-exclusive. Plus, whoever shared his cabin would have to protect him at the scavenger hunt - which was always a fun little thing to start off the summer. Walking up in the rear was Sophie Bennett. Bryan looked down at the ground for a second and then peeked back up to find that she glanced at him. He smiled, but she looked bored and looked away. He rubbed the back of his neck with a heavy sigh, and one of the other counselors gave him a hardy slap on the back. Chin up. Yeah, he thought with a smile. The summer was just starting! There was lots of time to get to know the others, he just had to be patient. "Hey, Samantha," Bryan said cheerfully when the girl arrived a little late, "You alright? You look tired." It was easy to make conversation while he was waiting for the introductions to start.
⎛ DAY 1 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ BUS/CAMP CIRCLE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ MOOD ‖ CONTENT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ NOTHING ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING !! ⎠⎛ OOC ‖ EXCITING!! ⎠ ❝ ＡＭＵＳＥ ＭＥ．ＢＥＧＩＮ．❞ Sophie listened, hardly intrigued, by the conversation that continued in front of her as she followed off the bus. She recognized a few faces from the past summers, but paid little attention to them, as she didn't like to live in the past - once she found out how someone ticked, they became boring, and she had to move onto a new little clock. Humans were more like clocks than people thought; some intricate, some simple, beautiful, ugly, modern, old-fashioned . . . Quite a few of the veterans of camp detested her, but it wasn't her fault that they were irrational little creatures who couldn't understand logical reasoning. Sophie was not one to be tied down, and that was always one of the first things said - but for some reason or another that amused her to no end, they always . . . grew attached in some way. Ahaha. Sophie stepped off the bus and relished the warmness that seeped into her skin and the fact that her muscles were loosening up . . . It would be lovely to take a dip in the lake soon, if she could. It was also just too nice to be off of the bus, as some humans were less considerate than others, and having to listen to a chaotic mesh of singing and playing had been fairly unpleasant. If they were going to do those things, they should have a little bit more talent. Ahaha. Oh, right . . . The first night scavenger hunt. Sophie always enjoyed that for the reason that she laughed at the others who would get scared at the people who popped out. She herself was jumpy, sure, but she never screamed and always got a good laugh at being caught of guard. Hopefully, it would be tomorrow night instead of tonight, because Sophie had to admit, she was a bit tired, and with several hours of headphones that squeezed her head, a headache might have been coming on, soon. She wondered how many times she would have to cut her hair this summer. She would have to count, this time. With a quiet yawn, she followed the others to to the Camp Circle and began to look forward to all of the people she would leave behind her. With a smile, she adjusted the bag on her shoulder and moved forward with the group, taking stock of the crowd this year. Humans are so easily prone to emotion.
Oh no, the perfection has blinded me -- ♥
"Best game ever" is a relative opinion. Show's over, everyone go home.
I WAS GOING TO REPLY WITH THAT, TOO. Nova, you really do complete me. ♥
* IS THE LOSER * I get scared really easily, and I am one of the most . . . paranoid people, ever. It's a really paralyzing thing. Shit popping out of places, no fucking thank you. F.E.A.R and maybe Silent Hill 2. ( There was this one fucking part in BioShock, in the Medical Pavilion that I screamed for like, five fucking seconds straight, and then cried myself to sleep about. )
THE SAXIMA PERSONAL PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT This weekend, from Friday to Monday, I will be unable to post in both Cupid's Brew and 100 DAYS ( About that last one . . . ) because I am going camping with my sister's Girl Scouts troop ( may the gods help me with this one ). I apologize for any inconvenience this might cause, and to Jayn: feel free to drag Bryan around as you see fit if you need. That is all. Thank you for your time, this has been Saxima, with her Personal PSA.
We seem to complement each other like that a lot. Maybe we were Siamese twins in a past life.
Check the closet.
Hayao Miyazaki. Most of his lead characters share . . . qualities with me, or so I've been told. I wonder if I could be made out to be male? Alternatively, Quentin Dupieux, because who wouldn't want to be a tire that blew up shit?
I Am an Island by PhemieC
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MADELINE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 61 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : MALL ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT ] [/url] "I'm . . . That's fucked up, and I'm sorry you had to see it." Harley lifted his head to look at her. Well. That was better than any reply he could think of. "I'm not sure what to make of it. It makes me worry, though . . . For . . . Quin." Aha. Him, too. He didn't want to think about that. Before he could make any sort of reply but a sigh, his phone vibrated. Time to go. "C'mon," he said, grabbing her hand, "We need to get out of here." Harley began to head in the direction of where they'd come from. "Thanks. For that." he replied under his breath to Madeline. He kept a tight hold on her hand and guided her through the crowd of oblivious people, weaving in and out of them and making sure none of them hit either of them. Harley wondered if there were spare keys to the van, in case September didn't show. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
GOOD LUCK, HONEYBUNZ.
YOU'VE BEEN DIPPED IN BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PROMOTION. BE GOOD STAFF MEMBERS, NOW.
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MADELINE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 61 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : FOOD COURT ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT // SIGH ] [/url] ". . . I really don't want to talk about it." After passing the ice rink, Harley rounded him and M around to the food court that appeared around the corner. Harley checked his surroundings for anything or anyone suspicious looking, but there were so many people to inspect that he eventually gave up and pulled them up to a table in the corner, out of the public eye. "Thanks, though?" As they sat down, Harley gazed at her with his pale eyes. Well, at least she'd been honest - he thought. If she didn't want to talk about it, that was fine, but he did have other things he needed her for. Besides keeping her safe, he meant. Kallisti would probably rip his head off if he let the chick die. He sighed heavily. He seriously needed to tell someone about the torture chamber. He'd been planning to talk to Marina about it, but since Madeline was bound to give less of an emotional response, or try to comfort him, she was his best shot. "So you know that building we went to? Well, you were passed out for most of it, but anyway . . . I went exploring on my own, a little. Before we left. Some of the others had been housed in there. I found this one room . . . It was a torture chamber." At the vivid memory, his heart beat hard and he felt a little clammy and weak, "It was pretty disgusting, so I'll spare you the details, but Vanille had been in there. Theo, too. And Olivia and Elliot. Dead. I mean." He leaned his head back on the booth, "Feel sick thinking about it." Harley gave an ironic laugh. "Had'da tell someone, otherwise I was just gonna flip my fucking shit." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MADELINE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 61 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : MALL ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT // SIGH ] [/url] The party began to split after their meeting plans were set. Harley stepped out of the van, securing two hidden guns on him, and then motioned for M to follow. He didn't expect to make mushy, touchy-feely conversation with her, but he had a duty to protect her, and he'd step up to that for as long as he had to . . . annoying as it was. Still, he couldn't treat her like she was a bother, because she really wasn't; Harley just wished she'd not be . . . angsty all of the time. He guessed. "This way," he mumbled to her, leading off into the direction of the ice rink. He wondered if it would be better for them to take to the higher floors or keep to the ground. The ground was probably easier for escape, so he decided to stay on the floor they were on for the while. ". . . How're you?" he asked her, "And don't give me that 'I'm fine' shit, because it's annoying. Or anything else similar to that." He rubbed the back of his neck but didn't stop walking. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 61 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 29, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIVING ROOM }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : WORRIED // THOUGHTFUL } [/url] xxxx❝ . . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ "No, you do not . . . But I . . . I would be trusting you, a lot. You should not come if you will let your emotions get the best of you . . . Are you sure?" Kallisti bit her lip. No she wasn't quite so sure . . . But she wanted to see Madeline again, if she could. Just to see how she was doing. The curious thing was, if Devyn was going to go for one of them, it might actually be Madeline because Kallisti had killed Chester. In fact, she felt that might be the case. YOU SHOULDN'T CARE. MADELINE IS JUST ANOTHER PLAYER, I'M TELLING YOU. Kallisti sighed. It would be selfish of her to ask Devyn not to kill Madeline, and if she broke Devyn's trust, what then? Troubling - she hated choices like these. It wouldn't be too hard to keep herself in check so long as she didn't see Madeline in danger. If the girl did die, that would make she and Devyn even. But . . . did Devyn even know that Kallisti had . . . feelings for Madeline? The way she had said her name earlier would say yes. YOU SHOULD JUST STAY HOME. She sighed again. "Well, I can't hang around your home all day . . ." she said, laughing a little, "But my emotions are a problem, yes; however, I would like to see the others again, without them knowing that I am still alive. I will be alright. I will not say that you can trust me, but I feel that I will not let you down." At least she hoped not. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MANY • L A T E S T ][ OOC : WHEW. ][ DAY : 61 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : VAN // MALL PARKING LOT ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT // CAUTIOUS ] [/url] "Because we all know our lives are so cheerful," Temperance said with sarcasm and Harley rolled his eyes. "Can someone get me a pair of scissors to cut out this chick's tongue?" he asked loudly. At the mention of check-in time for their next hotel, Harley pulled out his phone again and looked at the moving schedule he wrote out. Next check-in time was 5:00pm. "Pairs . . ." Harley murmured to himself, and then looked around at the others. Marina knew how to handle a gun, but Madeline . . . Harley sighed. He had to protect her. He didn't think either of the girls would like his choice, but he didn't really give two shits at the moment. Each pair needed someone who could handle a gun. "M, you're my partner." he said, leaving no room for argument, as they pulled up to the full parking lot of the mall. Good it was filled with people, "Hang on . . ." He carefully opened the door and peeked out his head, looking around for the baddies, "Looks like the coast is clear. Alright, from what I saw, there were three entrances. Can't all go into one, so we'll split the three. Doesn't matter, just don't go to one that someone else has gone to too soon." "Stick to different sectors, different floors of the mall, if you can. If we meet in passing, pretend you don't know the other. Check-in time is five o'clock - it's 3:42pm right now; we can head out of there at about . . . 4:45, and meet back up here. Keep your phones on and message if there's trouble. Marina, do these have GPS?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 61 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : VAN ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT ] [/url] When Marina chided him, he rolled his eyes. Harley wasn't really a person who liked being told what to do and what his mistakes were, but when it had been pointed out, he silently hit himself for being careless. Of course a speeding van would catch the attention of . . . whoever was after them. He had a feeling they were going to be having company of the Bag Chick-variety soon. He wondered if Kallisti was still alive and looked at Madeline. After looking at his watch, Harley listened to September messing with the radio. Music. His violin. His guitar and piano. Huh. What had happened to them, he wondered. Were they back on the Brookridge campus? If things for that city really had gone back to normal, they should be there . . . Was Lorinda still headmistress? Was she missing her grandchildren? At September's questions, Harley looked pointedly at the newcomer. He looked confused at the mention of Crestatia. "You got that e-mail, right?" Harley raised his eyebrows and went to his phone, tapping around to access the list. He scanned it for any unrecognizable names. Jonathan Anders. "Well . . . For your first question, my name is Jonathan Anders, but you can call me Johnny. I have no idea what the hell just happened, all I know is that I got an e-mail and because of that e-mail, I'm in this mess right now." Harley laughed, more out of pity for the kid, and he gave him a good clasp on the shoulder, "Welcome to Hell, Johnny-boy - population, twelve." He still counted Kallisti . . . and then there was Devyn - not that she viewed this game as so. "We'll explain when we get to safe ground." He turned to September, "I hope you know that River Flows in You is sat atmospheric music, not cheerful." He kind of hated that damn song. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 61 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 29, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIVING ROOM }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SIGH // RELIEVED } [/url] xxxx❝ . . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ Her heartbeat slowly steadied out and she took a breath, running her hands through her dark hair and smoothing it out of her face. That had been absolutely terrible - humiliating even. If she recalled correctly, Devyn was the first person ever to hear or even know of Kal, and now she wondered how that effected her outward image to the other. She would have to remember to keep him in check, that he didn't . . . Kallisti had a few theories about where he came from, but with all of the chaos, she felt that there was never time to think on it. ". . . I do not know how to feel about this. I suppose I am disappointed, but . . ." Kallisti sighed. She thought something like that might be the case. Did Devyn think her some sort of mentally unstable? Ridiculous. Comparing it to schizophrenia was definitely a bad idea. She wasn't sure how to reply that wouldn't have her defensiveness getting the best of her, so she bit her tongue for the moment. "I'm going to the others. I am going to kill them. Maybe not all of them, but just a few." As calmly as she could, Kallisti inhaled a breath and leaned back in the chair. Of course Devyn was going to kill them. She planned to win this game, did she not? "Mmm . . ." she hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of something to say, "You . . . mentioned not minding me coming along?" She glanced up at the ceiling, "It would be more to see who you kill . . . But I do not really want to subject myself to that. Aha. Where are they, even?" What would she do if she stayed around the house all day? She could snoop around. She could summon Crestatia. Hmm. Half of her wanted to go, but she was a little nervous at the prospect of seeing the others again. If she did, she feared for her . . . relationship (?) with Devyn, but it could turn, and her relationship with the others would be . . . "I want to go with you, but . . . I do not have to let them see me, do I?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
