19 [ 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] Septimus showed up, finally, and Harley hopped into the car, trying to hurry everyone else into it. They were gonna be want for space, but they didn't have the time to complain. "Alright, tell me what happen, and who's this kid?" He looked around at the others, and then pointedly to the kid, "Septimus," he started, "drive down Main Street until you hit Rhine Street, and then take a left. That's our next spot of refuge." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 61 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 29, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIVING ROOM }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : EMBARRASSED } [/url] xxxx❝ . . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ There was no answer to her question, instead only footsteps coming into the living room. ". . . Who were you talking to, Kallisti?" Upon the question, Kallisti's face burned fire red, and she fiddled with her fingers. Look at what you have done! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU SPOKE OUT LOUD. You forced your voice out of my own! YOU . . . EH. YOU'VE GOT ME THERE. BUT STILL, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN REPLYING OUT LOUD. Kal, help me out, I don't know what to tell her! THE TRUTH? Kallisti coughed awkwardly and stood from the couch, lacing her fingers together, and then she turned on Devyn. "You . . . cannot judge me for this. It is not my fault. He just . . . appeared one day, talking to me. In my head. It is a bit like schizophrenia, I suppose." she explained with her face red, "I did not ask for him to be there, he just is. He helps me, sometimes. Not with the game. More like . . . a defense system? He has all of my previous memories on lock down, keeps me from breaking down . . . H - His name is Kal . . ." Dear god, she felt like she was going to cry. "He has never . . . talked outside of my head before, that is a relatively new development . . ." IT'S NOT LIKE I'VE NOT BEEN ABLE TO ALL OF THE TIME, YOU JUST MADE ME MAD ENOUGH TO DO IT. YOU CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE WHEN YOU SHOULD BE TRYING TO WIN. She stamped her foot in annoyance, "He is also a bit of a pest." "I AM NOT. TAKE THAT BACK." Kallisti bit down on her lip and quickly shook her head, "Sorry, p - please do not be alarmed." "YEAH, I'M NOT DANGEROUS. TECHNICALLY, I DON'T EVEN EXIST, SISTER." Wow, this was embarrassing. Kallisti covered her red face after sitting down. How embarrassing. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 61 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT ] [/url] Dammit, dammit! He knew seeing that guy outside wasn't a coincidence. Not ten minutes after closing the window did the commotion start, "We don't have time for this." he hissed, "Alright, let's get out of here," After grabbing all of their stuff, Harley practically shoved the others out of the room and guided them to the back of the hotel. When that was done, he ran up to the front lobby and checked them out. When that was over and done with, Harley's phone vibrated as he moved past the people in the hotel to get to the back. He pulled it out. Temperance. Dammit, he knew it. Time to go.In back alley.They're here.People dead.-T Harley stepped out of the hotel and looked at the others, "Goddammit," he murmured, "Where the hell is Septimus?" At this rate, they were going to have to jack a damn car or two that could hold all of them. Harley guided the others through the maze of alleyway and came pouring over Temperance, Madeline, and some strange boy, "Hey!" he said, "What the hell happened? Who's this?" Harley's hand went to the gun attached to his pants, and he pulled it out, "Any sign of September?" September. Haha. Shaking the silly thought from himself, he gave two handguns to the girls and checked their area. They needed to move to their next location. There wasn't anyone suspicious around for the moment, but they needed to walk and talk. "We're sticking to the back alleys until we can get where we're going. Unless you guys think it's a better idea to hide in plain sight?" They're after us.Back alley of the hotel.Bring the car. Hurry.- H xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY !! }{ DAY : 61 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 29, 2013 } • { LOCATION : KITCHEN // LIVING ROOM }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : ACK } [/url] xxxx❝ . . .xxxxxxxxx . . .xxxxxx . . . !❞ There wasn't much to gather from Devyn's reaction to her question, but she listened to her reply. It seemed logical, rational . . . Her reply was satisfying. She guessed. "Shame, shame . . ." Kallisti overheard, and played with her hair as Devyn cleaned their dishes. She watched the girl move around the kitchen, and then she spoke. ". . . I have things to do tonight. You may come with me, or you can stay here. I do not mind either way. They are things you will not be too pleased about, after all." At first, Kallisti didn't register what Devyn was saying - she seemed to be prone to zoning out lately - but when it clicked, she abruptly stood from the chair, nearly knocking it down. She caught it just in time, and then looked at Devyn, "Where . . . Where are you going to go? What are you going to do?" she asked her, trying to not be so riled up. The offer to go didn't sound pleasing. She had an idea of what Devyn was planning, and . . . SELF-PRESERVATION. Her reaction was delayed, "Kal, no," Kallisti said with fluster, zoning out from the world around her, "I have to . . . do something." SHE'S GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU STAND IN HER WAY. "But Harley - Madeline . . . " ARE JUST PLAYERS. IT'S YOUR LIFE OR THEIRS - IT'S A DOG EAT DOG GAME, KALLI. "Fine then. Their lives." DON'T BE AN IDIOT. EVEN IF SHE KILLS YOU, SHE'LL PROBABLY STILL KILL THEM. "Kal . . ." "KALLISTI." She covered her mouth after zoning back in. She looked at Devyn with horror, and then walked out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and began to pace, sitting on the couch just moments later. "Are you going for the others?" she called back into the kitchen. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 61 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SIGH ] [/url] "Morning, Marina," Harley greeted with a smile, grabbing her hand and twirling her around. He listened as she called up the front desk and confirmed their departure. "We just need to head down to the desk when we are ready to get the bill squared away. Did we find transportation?" Harley nodded, slipping into a chair, "Septimus should message me back about, then we can pack it up." He then motioned to the restroom, looking out the window, "Just waiting for little Maddy to get her act together. I'll tell you . . . I feel for her, but we don't have time for this. Not now." He sighed tiredly, feeling like he was years older now. Haha, if only he could live that long . . . He rubbed at his face. "We we get there, I'll tell you about what I saw in that building . . ." He looked down at the crowd and saw something suspicious. Across the road, there was someone standing, looking up at all of the buildings. They seemed to be looking for something. Harley closed the drapes, and leaned away from the window. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : I'M SO COLD, I'M SO COLD, OOOOOOOH. }{ DAY : 61 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 29, 2013 } • { LOCATION : KITCHEN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS } [/url] xxxx❝ . . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ "I don't care. It would make it easier to kill you, if you tried to leave." Kallisti hummed in reply and they continued to eat. She hadn't expected any sort of reply that seemed overly attached, as Devyn seemed to be an extremely rational person. "Last night I summoned Crestatia," Kallisti looked up at the girl with raised eyebrows. It seemed to be a common thing, summoning Crestatia, so she didn't comment on it. "I asked her about having more than one winner. She told me I could make a deal for two, if I really wanted to, but I am unsure . . ." Two winners? Why? What did Deyvn have to earn by telling her that? RED ALERT. Kal . . . "I do not think you have it in you to kill your friends. More specifically, Harley Jackson . . . Madeline Moore." RED ALERT. RED ALERT. At their mention, Kallisti coughed, choking a little on her coffee. "You . . . are right." she replied, setting down her cup, "Why would you as Crestatia about two winners? I did not think you cared about the others, the rest. Myself, more specifically - thought that is a little pig-headed of me." She trailed her finger around the rim of the cup. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
YOU HOTLINKED TO ZEROCHAN. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : I'M SO COLD. }{ DAY : 61 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 29, 2013 } • { LOCATION : KITCHEN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CONTENT } [/url] xxxx❝ . . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ "Good morning, Kallisti." She looked over her shoulder and saw Devyn, bag over her head. Kallisti frowned. She supposed it was too much to ask for Devyn to keep off the bag. Kallisti removed the hand from her mouth and smiled. "Good morning, Devyn." Kallisti watched as the other girl made a plate and then laid it down to Chestnut. She looked at the other girl strangely for the motion, but shrugged it off. DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE? SHE WAS CHECKING TO SEE IF YOU POISONED IT. Kallisti coughed and looked away for a moment. "I am surprised to see you still here. Are you not planning on running away?" Her attention was caught again, and she gave a light laugh, "If I did that, you would come to find me and kill me more violently than you already have planned." she said, as if they might be talking about the weather. "Unless . . . You want me to leave you?" she asked, and Kal laughed loudly in her head. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : SORRY FOR MY SEVERE LACK OF POSTING. I'LL TRY TO PICK IT UP TODAY. ][ DAY : 61 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : LOBBY // HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SIGH // ANNOYED ] [/url] "Fuck off . . ." Madeline weakly pushed off his body and disappearing to the stairway. She was probably going back to the room. Ugh. He didn't have time to be taking care of little girl Maddy. Harley could understand that she was feeling like complete shit, and that no one wanted to be in a good mood or act nicely when they were like that, but she really need to get her shit together or do them all a favor and off herself. Harley wasn't sure if he meant that last bit or not. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he looked down at it. Septimus. Fantastic, they had transportation now. He tapped a reply up. Bring it to the back of the hotel. We'll be packing up and moving out from this building, to another one down the block. He turned to Bernie and Duncan, "C'mon, we've gotta get ready to ditch this place." he told them, and then went up to the hotel room. His first sense was that Madeline was now showering. He knocked on the door, "Don't drown yourself," he said, half-teasing, "We need to talk soon, too. We're getting ready to leave, so we'll wait for you." Harley explained to the others what was going on, and then began to wait for Septimus to reply to him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : CLERK // MADELINE, DUNCAN, BERNIE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : SIGH. ][ DAY : 61 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 29, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : OUTSIDE // LOBBY ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ANNOYED ] [/url] Harley saw Bernie walk to the dining room as he walked into the hotel with his hands in his pocket. He'd had plenty time to think, but . . . Never felt like it was enough. He looked at the clock on his phone, and then pulled out his new wallet and looked at the several cards in there. Finally, he'd gotten a real ID. And some other things. Forged documents, etc . . . He'd claimed guardianship of the others that were under seventeen. His name was Hiram Jefferson, he was twenty-three-years-old, and he was on a road trip with some friends and family. The clerk greeted him and he began to converse with the middle-aged man. "It's just a road trip." he lied, "We'll be checking out some time today, I think." He continued to talk to the clerk for a while, and then he found that he was watching Duncan and Bernie trying to console a security officer that had a sick-looking Madeline draped over his shoulder. He clicked his tongue and walked over to the group. "Hey," he called out, and the officer looked at him, "I'd appreciate it if you sat my cousin down." he said, "She's sick, can't you see? Treating her like that . . . I could sue your ass if I wanted to." He didn't if he actually could, but it sounded good and he really wasn't in the mood. "Put her down, please." For several long moments he and the officer had a stare-down. Stubbornly, the office complied and set Madeline down. She looked a little wobbly, so he put his arm around her shoulder for support. The guard left and Harley turned to Madeline, "You look like shit." he told her bluntly, mostly annoyed, "What'd you do, stuff your face? None of us have eaten decently in days. Should've known that it was bad to gorge yourself." He looked at Bernie, "We need to get all of our stuff together, we're moving by the end of the day." He then looked at the sick, stupid one, "You need to get cleaned up. Your eye needs stitches, too. I'll set up an appointment for that later." - - - { TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : DAMN DOUBLE POSTS. UGH. }{ DAY : 61 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 29, 2013 } • { LOCATION : KITCHEN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CONTENT } [/url] xxxx❝ . . .xxxxxxxxx . . .xxxxxx . . .❞ Kallisti sat quietly in the kitchen, haven woken up before Devyn did. She was surprised to be alive, to say the least, and to say the most, she was glad to still be breathing. Taking the liberty of making breakfast, her only company was Chestnut, who seemed thrilled to see her, or have some company. She smiled at him and moved along as she hummed. She wondered if Devyn played any instruments . . . It was thought to ask her when she woke up. Waking up beside her had been . . . interesting. There had been no bag. Curious. Her face wasn't unattractive, deformed, or anything else. She was rather pretty. Kallisti wondered why she didn't like her appearance. It was probably best not to ask her about it. When done making breakfast, she set the table, and sat down, humming gently and waiting for her . . . What could she call Devyn? Certainly not a friend. WHAT ABOUT YOUR CAPTOR? Kallisti scoffed. "Shut up, Kal . . ." she murmured. WHAT ABOUT YOUR KILLER? "Kal." she said. "I am not in the mood for your negativity." Kallisti covered her mouth, realizing that she was talking out loud, and then sighed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
◘ Ｉ ＷＯＮ'Ｔ ＬＩＧＨＴ ＴＨＥ ＦＩＲＥ， ＢＵＴ Ｉ ＷＩＬＬ ＮＵＲＴＵＲＥ ＴＨＥ ＦＬＡＭＥＳ ＯＦ ＲＥＢＥＬＬＩＯＮ ◘ Although he had a gotten a full night's sleep, Nix woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. Staying in the White Room for that long had taken a worse toll on him than he thought it would. At least it didn't make him completely immobile, he imagined someone like Frida would be worse of than himself. Nix rose at about dawn and dressed, taking his morning flight ( that was shorter than normal ) just a little while before classes started. Today was Wednesday; Health and Gym day . . . He didn't mind these days, but after being so tired, he wasn't sure how well he was going to hold up. After some walking and lots of yawning, Nix found himself in the boys' locker room. Some of the others looked at him as he changed into his athletic wear, but he didn't pay much attention to them. After dressing, Nix quietly slipped into the large, open-roof gym. He decided a few laps around the track would do him good. After stretching, he took up low flying and running, alternating between laps.
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED // RELIEVED ] [/url] . . . Well, at least Harley got an A+ for effort. Madeline bid him good night and slipped herself under the covers. He would have to remind himself to talk to F- ( hey, at least he tried ) girl in private, some time soon. She was probably holding some major baggage, and he was too. Ugh. Feeling jams. While the silence of the room poured over him, his thoughts began to travel left and right to other things. Harley wanted to gag every time he thought of what he saw in that building. He still hadn't forgotten, but he had a new goal to focus on now - surviving long enough to summon Crestatia. How did summoning work again? A vessel was needed, and so was an offering, right? He couldn't remember right now. He'd have to make a note to ask Madeline about that too, but that would pretty much entail having to . . . talk about what he was feeling and what he saw. Well, maybe not what he was feeling. Hell, why not. What he was feeling, too. The door opened and Harley's first instinct was to grab the gun from under his pillow and shoot, but when he saw that it was the other group, he gave a heavy sigh of relief. "Sorry for being so late." Septimus said, looking like he had a hand full. At least he apologized. Harley sighed, "Next time you guys are gonna be late, at least tell one of us . . ." he said exasperatedly. He took a bit to get out of bed and then organize what they bought. Hmm. They needed transportation of some sort. A car. With all the money they had, surely they could buy one. He'd have to bring the idea up tomorrow. "Tomorrow, we'll talk about moving, but for now, I'm going to sleep." he told the others, and then slipped into bed, crashing not too long after. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MADELINE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ] [/url] No text back yet. He was getting a little worried. Madeline gave him a strange look, like he wasn't supposed to care or something. Well, that might actually be true, but after everything, Harley felt like he had an obligation to watch over her. Technically, he did, Kallisti asking him and all . . . He didn't know what to say to her, how to reply. It was a little awkward for him, honestly. "I don't do feeling jams, so if you've got anything on your chest, get it off already." he told her, rubbing the back of his neck, "Guess it's not that easy . . . But if it helps you, I can relate. A little. Kind of. Kall - she . . ." He winced at how awkward he sounded, and then cleared his throat, "We should go to bed, soon." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SORRY FOR THE DELAY. }{ DAY : 60 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : RIVER // DEVYN'S HOME }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED // SLEEPY } [/url] xxxx❝ I am not blind. You are serious. xxxxxxxxx Maybe, perhaps, my mind is delirious . . . xxxxxx I am alive for now, I shall quietly toast to that.❞ Still shivering, it was going to be dark soon, Kallisti waited for Devyn's reply before moving. When the other girl told her to go on without her, Kallisti frowned. "If you are sure . . ." she replied, and then began to walk along the swampy area until it returned to its clear self that would lead her up back to the house. Before, she had been in something of a daze, thinking about distant things left and right. There had been a vague feeling of the knife, but when the canoe flipped, she pushed it out of her mind. She was still doing that now. At least she had known it was coming . . . sort of. Kallisti had honestly - perhaps naively - thought that she would spend a little bit more time with Devyn before the other girl offed her - or tried to anyway. There was no real guarantee Devyn would actually complete killing her, though the chances were high. The boat flipping was an accident, but it had . . . saved her life. She would make sure not to mention it. She wondered of the other girl was afraid, somehow, of getting attached; not to Kallisti specifically, but in general. She had gotten attached to Chester, hadn't she? Kallisti walked across a more shallow part of the cold river, up the hill to the house. She was sopping dirty . . . But she laughed. It had been amusing, the canoe flipping. Unexpected, out of mood . . . WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Kallisti jumped. THE CHICK IS GONNA KILL YOU AND YOU'RE GOING BACK TO HER HOUSE? Kal . . . It's been a while. NO KIDDING. I THINK YOU'VE BEEN BLOCKING ME OUT. I have not and you've no way to prove that. WHY ARE YOU GOING BACK TO HER HOUSE? Devyn is a nice girl. NICE? NICE?! SHE'S TRYING TO KILL YOU! Not out of spite, Kal . . . She kind of has to. SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING. SHE WANTS TO KILL YOU BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO WIN. It is more like . . . she has to kill me because she wants to win. It's requirement for the winner. NO. DON'T YOU REMEMBER? IF THERE IS MORE THAN ONE PERSON ON DAY 101 STILL ALIVE, THE OTHERS WILL DIE UNTIL ONE IS LEFT STANDING. SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO KILL YOU. SHE ONLY HAS TO TAKE INITIATIVE TO LOOK GOOD. . . . I do not want to talk about this anymore, Kal. YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO SEE THE REALITY. I am seeing the reality. I have lived through more than I care to admit Kal. I am tired. SAME. YOU SHOULD GET CLEANED UP. Outside, Kallisti found a water hose and sprayed herself off, only making her colder and wishing that she had a warm towel. She had somehow managed to leave Devyn's house relatively un-drenched and then took a long shower, throwing her clothing in a plastic bag and setting it on the washer. After she was done, she took to towels and set them on the mat outside the door for whenever Devyn returned so that she could clean up a little, if she wanted. Kallisti dried off her hair, tied it back into a braid and shrugged on a fluffy white robe. She flopped back onto the bed she shared with Devyn. SHE'S PROBABLY GOING TO TRY AND KILL YOU AGAIN IN YOUR SLEEP OR TOMORROW. I know . . . YOU'RE SAD ABOUT DYING OR ABOUT HER KILLING YOU? Mostly about her . . . She seems very nice. She had said something about being friends. I would not mind that. SUUUURE. Kal. I'M BEING SERIOUS, KALLI. Before she knew it, Kallisti drifted off into a state of subconsciousness. - - - [ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : WILL WAIT A LITTLE LONGER BEFORE ENDING MY DAY. ][ DAY : 60 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : CLINIC // HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ] [/url] The clinic visit went off without a hitch and they were looking better coming out of the building than they had going in. Unfortunately for Harley, Dr. Jackson wasn't in by the time it was his turn to get checked out. They were prescribed painkillers of different strengths for the each of them, and were sent on their way. He didn't admit to knowing the guy in the least, but he had been curious about him. It was just that . . . Er. How to put it . . . He had a suspicion, but he didn't want to try and confirm it in anyway because it's not like it would help him out at all. They had left the clinic and returned to the hotel. Harley could feel eyes following him when they were on the street. They were definitely being watched. Jessie had already been asleep by the time they came in, but the others she was with weren't around. Harley's mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. He pulled out the phone and tapped in a message to Marina and Septimus. Text me back if you're still alive. He didn't put his name attached to the message, just in case, but . . . With a sigh, he removed his cardigan and went to change into a white shirt and sweats before climbing into bed, keeping the phone at his side. "How're you guys feeling?" he asked the others that were in the room, "Madeline?" He could feel sleep coming on to him, but he would wait for a little while . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 60 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : SWAMP }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : AMUSED } [/url] xxxx❝ I am not blind. You are serious. xxxxxxxxx Maybe, perhaps, my mind is delirious . . . xxxxxx I am alive for now, I shall quietly toast to that.❞ That time, as Kallisti stood and shivered a little, she swore off boats forever. She watched Devyn surface and breathed a sigh of a relief, leaning down as Devyn ( blindly? ) made her way over to her and the willow tree. Kallisti leaned down and Devyn grabbed onto her ( did she even know it was her? ) and though the grip was slippery and Kallisti was cold, She was able to pull Devyn up and onto the dry-ish roots. "W - Well . . ." Kallisti gave a little laugh, sitting next to the other girl. "Well, i - indeed . . ." she said, her teeth chattering. She noticed that Devyn had the picnic basket with her, and raised an eyebrow. What did it mean to her that she had gone through the trouble of saving it? Devyn laughed, Kallisti laughed. They looked ridiculous, didn't they? What were they to do . . . ? "We should . . . probably get back to the house." Kallisti suggested, moving around the tree for it to be facing land-side, "Is your bag okay? The basket, too?" It felt a little odd asking about those things, but . . . Moments later, Kallisti took a leap that had one of her feet landing back in the mucky water of the swamp, but dragged herself onto solid ground. Well, so much for the white pajamas she was wearing. Damn. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : SORRY FOR MY LACK OF ACTIVITY; I'M FEELING BETTER NOW. ][ DAY : 60 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM // CLINIC ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : FOCUSED ] [/url] Harley zoned out a little as the activity around him began to pick up. Plans, precautions, splits, things were being done at a pace he didn't feel like keeping up with, but he was glad that they were moving around and about. Madeline looked a bit better with the sleep she had gotten, but there wasn't much else to comment on her condition. Things weren't looking the best for any of them, but if he had to peg one to snap, it would be her. Harley almost felt bad that he might have to kill her. The world snapped back to him when he was leaned on, and Marina had already started laying out their day in front of them. They would split into two groups; one to the clinic and the other to supplies. They would definitely be less conspicuous if they were in smaller groups. Americans tended to stand out in Candiah, but since Percival was a border city, it didn't matter much. When Marina slipped on her coat, Harley stood, "Make sure you have all the numbers you need in your phones, and if you guys come across any ammo in the store, go about any methods you can of getting it. Steal, if you've gotta." he told them, grabbing his white, black-lined cardigan. He turned to Duncan when the kid started speaking and nodded, "Yeah, Septimus. Mind coming along?" But it seemed that Temperance wasn't having it, so Duncan was coming with the Clinic Group. "Harley, by the way," he mentioned, walking along to the door. "Alright, one last check." He looked at his watch, "We know that we're being followed by . . . someone - probably Devyn's lackeys - If anything happens, meet at the café that was right behind our bus stop - but don't group out when you get in there. Sit at different tables, text the others, and we'll all meet there. Be prepared to move, too, we'll probably be changing to another hotel or a motel, tonight. Also - don't give out your real names. Make somethin' up if you have to." He gazed around and then settled on Temperance, "Stop being such a bitch, otherwise I'll throw you out the window in your sleep." It was mostly a joke threat, but he was gettin' real tired of her shit. "Time to go." Harley led his group out of the hotel, keeping his eyes peeled for any suspicious people. The cool metal of the gun pressed against his lower back, as it was stuck inside of the back of his jeans. "We don't have any ID, but I'm probably able to pass for about . . . twenty. The legal age in Candiah is sixteen, so we should be okay . . ." They probably weren't going to get anywhere without ID, but that was fine, they could manage. After withdrawing money from an ATM onto a temporary visa he bought, Harley stood in front of the clinic and took a breath, looking at the others. "We shouldn't need to set up appointments." It would cost them a little more for a walk-in checkup, but he had the money. "Good afternoon, ma'am." Harley greeted cordially, and began to talk to the woman about setting up appointments for him and his . . . cousins. "And that's . . . Magdalene Moorley, Bridgette English, and Harem Jefferson?" the woman asked to confirm, and Harley nodded his head, "Okay sir, and may I see some ID?" Harley gave a nod, feeling a small knot form in his stomach, and gave the woman an ID that obviously wasn't his, but the name, birth date, and age were all confirmed. The picture was scratched up a little, and so was the rest of the ID with it to make it look all at once sort of . . . oldish. The receptionist gave him and odd look but he only returned a genuine smile of waiting. "And you are the guardian for your two cousins?" she asked with a little bit of suspicion. "Bridge is an exchange student, used to live in France, and Maggie has lived with me since we were kids." he said, "Her parents aren't around anymore, and neither are mine." "And what about the other boy?" "Oh, Dillan," he said, "He's just a friend of mine, tagging along on our outing today." The woman gave him another odd look, but she was young, naive, and easy to play, so Harley got through. "Very well then, Dr. Jackson will be seeing Magdalene first." . . . Dr. Jackson? Harley raised an eyebrow and looked to the photos on the wall as the woman gave him his stuff back and he made his way to the others. Dr. Jackson . . . He found one photo of a tall man with pale eyes and light brown hair. Huh. "Alright, Maggie," Harley said to Madeline, sitting down, "The Doc'll see you first. Keep your phone with you and shout 'days' if things go to shit from the outside. I expect that from the rest of you, too." Time to wait. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 60 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : SWAMP }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : STARTLED } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . . !❞ Kallisti took a breath, watching the scene go by. That flash earlier was terrible. Was it even real? Maybe it had been from a nightmare. Or . . . something? It seemed the river was turning into a swamp and the canoe bumped into a willow tree. "The river ends here." "Mmhm." Kallisti hummed, not paying much attention. Come to think of it, she had never been in a swamp before. They were interesting places, and there was a lot of life in them. Vaguely, the thought of her surroundings being fake occurred, since her existence was fake. Everything else was too, right? Sigh. There was a bit of a clanking sound and it caught her attention, making her wonder what Devyn was doing. "I hope you enjoyed last night, and this morning, Kallisti. I . . . greatly appreciated your presence. It was wonderful meeting and spending this time with you. We could have been great friends. Maybe on another gameboard, we were--or will be." The words were registering rather slowly, and then there was the glint of the knife. Oh. She saw. Well . . . She knew there was a reason she didn't like boats. The shore would have been much preferable. "Erm . . . Devyn . . ." she murmured, still a little dazed. She scooted back a little awkwardly as Devyn got closer. Everything seemed to be coming to her so slowly. Then there was the blade on the skin of her throat. She didn't know what to say. What was there to say? Devyn wasn't killing her over killing - well, she might have actually been, but Kallisti was another person in her way. Devyn planned to kill all of the others, didn't she? Kallisti just happened to be first because of what happened to Chester. It was kind of weird. She almost didn't mind dying, after today and last night. "It is nothing personal . . . " "Ack, Devyn!" Kallisti exclaimed, the world clicking into her mind. Her whole body flinched and she felt backwards, yelping loudly - so many yelps today - and the boat shook again. She tried to sit up, only managing to lean up and hurt her arm, and then she rolled, hurting her side. The boat flipped over and Kallisti's vision was filled with blackness. A few seconds passed and she surfaced, gasping for clean air. ****. She tossed over the boat! "D - Devyn . . ." she called, swimming through the swamp to climb onto the protruding roots of a large tree. What had happened on the boat? She thought . . . Er. She held a hand her throat, not remembering if she had imagined that or not, "Erm . . . Devyn?" she called out, not wanting to get back into the water. She was pretty much soaked. Briefly, she wondered if Devyn could swim or not. She didn't think the question had come up . . . "Are you . . . there?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 60 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : RIVER }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS } [/url] xxxx❝ You are not so bad. I prefer you to most. xxxxxxxxx I suppose we guessed wrong, before post. xxxxxx I am alive for now, I shall quietly toast to that.❞ Devyn seemed to think a bit on the question asked and Kallisti watched her intently, hoping for a decent answer. The boat dipped in in the river and Kallisti made her second, very indignant yelp, grabbing onto the side of the canoe and feeling her heart drop. When things settled out again, she tried to be subtle about calming down and breathing properly. The explanation came and she listened intently, finally calm. Kallisti laughed when it was over. She couldn't help herself. It was . . . laughable! Crestatia . . . Kallisti wanted to meet this version that had been described to her. She was made out to sound . . . like a regular human - which was a great deal of relief in itself. It wasn't as if she had done a psychological and behavioral study on demons or the such. A flash of memory hit Kallisti and she dropped her empty plate. Spoiler: ✖ "WAKE UP." Her eyes shot open and Marcus inched closer so that their noses were nearly touching. He wasted no time getting to the point. "KALLISTI. I HATE YOU THE MOST. PATHETIC." His fingertips were forced harder against her skull. "REMEMBER. NOW. EVERYTHING. REMEMBER IT. I WILL NOT LET YOU PROTECT YOURSELF.DECLARATION: REMEMBER EVERYTHING.YOU WILL DIE. YOU WILL DIE,YOU COWARD, BUT I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO DIE SO EASILY. YOU HAVE UNTIL AFTER NEW YEARS BEFORE I TAKE YOUR LIFE. I WILL NOT LET YOU HIDE ANYMORE. NEVER AGAIN. I WILL BREAK YOU." When she snapped back to reality, her breath came short, and her head shot up, looking around to see if that was real or not. Devyn was still in front of her. She was still in the boat. Good god, what had that been? Her slightly frantic movements had rocked the boat a little and she shakily reached for a bottle of milk, sipping on it. "S - Sorry . . ." she mumbled, putting a hand to her head. "That . . . is interesting. She sounds normal. N - Normal . . . It sounds like a fitting personality . . . I am interested in meeting that side of her." Though, after that flash of . . . whatever that had been, she wasn't so sure. She was curious, though. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 60 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : RIVER }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : NERVOUS // THOUGHTFUL } [/url] xxxx❝ You are not so bad. I prefer you to most. xxxxxxxxx I suppose we guessed wrong, before post. xxxxxx I am alive for now, I shall quietly toast to that.❞ Once they had settled in well enough, Kallisti felt a little better and took the moment to appreciate the water. It was kind of nice. "It is made out of a material you can see out of, but not into . . . Like a tinted glass." Interesting . . . She wondered if it was uncomfortable to wear it. "Why are you frightened . . . ? Can you not swim?" Kallisti looked up with surprised. That was the first kind of-personal question Devyn asked her. For a moment, she was stunned into silence, and then looked away. "I am able to swim, so I suppose that it is a bit of . . . Well, it is mostly uncomfortable. Drowning isn't a pleasant thought - I . . . guess it doesn't really make much sense, does it?" She fell over her words a little, "Perhaps it is the subtle rocking motion. I could never quite get over watching the movie Titanic." Kallisti laughed at how silly that sounded and then folded her legs to criss-cross. It felt odd giving longish answers. She thought of a way to redirect the conversation away from herself, "What is . . . Crestatia like? When she is calm, I mean." Kallisti gave a little laugh again, "Every time I have come to cross with her, she has been angry - but I suppose that is the rest of our fault." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MULTIPLE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : THOUGHTFUL ] [/url] Bernie came out of the restroom looking well, and Marina went in looking green. Keeping an ear out for her, Harley heard her chucking her guts up. Was she sick? Stomach acid? Maybe it was eating after not eating properly for a long time. They all should have really started out with crackers and Sprite and water, and then progress from there. He kind of wanted her to tell him what was wrong, but he couldn't play the get-personal game at the moment. He had to think for the better of all of them. Harley decided that wea - - Oh. He stood from the chair, tossing the core to his fifth apple, and checked around the room. He didn't realize their surplus of weapons. Never mind, they were set. Bernie suggested camping. Harley laughed. Ironic. Now they were up north like she mentioned when they were in the mountain sanctuary . . . "I'm not too sure about that y - " he started to reply. "Do you have to talk so loud?" Well, that made one-half of the bitch squad up - though . . . Harley didn't really think of either of them like that too much anymore. They were just tired, like him, so he gave a laugh instead. Camping really didn't sound so bad, and since they had arms and money . . . It might be better to camp a little down south, though, to sneak back into the States if they needed. "We'll have to talk more about it," he replied. It seemed like more people were getting up. Septimus came from the balcony, though Harley had been up before him, and didn't see him sneak out there. He was probably confused by their situation, but there wasn't much peace to explain. "Can someone tell me why would we be dropped off in another country, and then supposedly followed? And . . .what's Crestatia like?" Harley looked over at the Duncan kid. That was a good question. Why here, why Percival? Couldn't Devyn had left them back to Brookridge? He sighed, and then thought onto Duncan's next question. This was his chance to think in an unbiased manner. " . . . Crestatia is . . . temperamental? I don't really know how to describe her, but she seems to be about as human as the rest of us despite her position above us on the gameboard. Devyn says that she's not a bad person, that we shouldn't hate her, that we're irrational for it . . . I guess she's kind of right, though it's a little irritating. Every time I've seen her, she's been pretty fussy, but if Devyn wasn't lying, then I guess she's kind-hearted?" Ugh, he didn't even know what he was saying. "That's all I've got." Jessie came back from changing and sat down back in the other chair while Harley decided to munch on a bag of dried fruit. Man. He loved fruit. "Anyone want to location to anywhere specific?" she asked. "If you could find us a private doctor's office, that'd be great. We all need check ups." . . . They didn't have an adult with them. He wished he had his fake ID, still. Well. They could manage. Somehow. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
