{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 60 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : RIVER }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : NERVOUS } [/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.❞ The two of them had worked well together on breakfast and then Devyn set up a picnic basket for them. Kallisti slipped on the house shoes she was offered and followed the other, feeling the cool mountainous air all around her. This area was nice . . . Many of the things were a reminder of her old life, before the game, but they were best not dwelt on. She wondered of Devyn would ever take the bag off of her head before she killed Kallisti. It would be a nice little going away present, though . . . Kallisti much rather would have lived to tell ( or keep the secret ) of what the Bag Woman looked like. She side. The area they walked through was beautiful and the clear sky and green flora was comforting. The sun beamed down on Kallisti's visible skin, giving her little goosebumps, but warmed her all the same. It had been a long time . . . Before she knew it, they had reached the riverbank and she was being asked a question. "Erm . . ." She looked at the bank, out into the water, and finally to the canoe. A shiver ran down her spine. Devyn seemed to want to use it. Kallisti did not. What did she say? Despite all things, it might be a bad idea to disappoint her . . . Having to take other people's wants into consideration was troublesome . . . And the scenarios in her mind from earlier scared her a little. Drowning was something she did not want. It would be just as bad as burning alive . . . She visibly bit her lip, and then sighed. "Canoe . . ." she mumbled, trying to be clear. The water really was beautiful, and it wasn't really as if she couldn't swim. When was the last time she swam again? "The canoe sounds nice." Eventually, they set up shop in the canoe and then were eating breakfast a little ways out from the shore. Kallisti was a bit nervous to be out, but the french toast was . . . delicious. Ahaha. It almost made her cry. She wondered if her grandfather was even around anymore. All these angst-like thoughts of hers were starting to become annoying, but everything around her was some sort of reminder of a reality she could not return to. Kallisti cleared her throat, deciding to distract herself. "How do you see through the bag?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : MY BACK, IT BUUUUURNS !! ; ~ ; }{ DAY : 60 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : KITCHEN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : STRANGELY CONTENT } [/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.❞ Secretly, and still trying to keep her composure about it, Kallisti was a little delighted that Devyn offered to have them make it together. Perhaps she was a mind reader of some sort. Silently snorting at the thought, Kallisti followed to the kitchen where she was met by a chipper Chestnut, who she bent down to greet with a smile. Upon standing, she found Devyn sitting at the table and walked around the kitchen. "Also . . . " she began in a light voice, "I was thinking that we could take our food to the river and eat, there. Either on the shore, or we could take a couple of my canoes out to the water, assuming you can row, of course." Various scenarios of Devyn drowning Kallisti ran through mind and she coughed, choking on a bit of saliva that went down the wrong pipe. She . . . didn't like boats much, to be frank, but eating near the shore, or on it, sounded pleasant. "It sounds like a splendid idea," she replied, then thinking of what to have for breakfast. For a moment, she recalled the cream-filled french toast her grandfather had made her when she was younger. It was silly, but she and Harley had eaten so many that they had both gotten sick. From that day, she had sworn off apple toppings. "I don't have many ideas for what to eat, but there was this one recipe my grandfather taught me . . ." And she went on about the cream-filled, perhaps-slightly-unhealthy french toast, exchanging the apple topping for raspberries and strawberries, on top of whipped cream. It sounded delicious thinking about it. And then she mentioned bacon, hash browns of nearly all kind ( she liked potatoes a great deal - little known fact ), and the coffee. Coffee . . . Ah. Café Vermeil. What a long time it had been . . . Snapping out of the thought from Chestnut nipping at her legs, Kallisti indignantly yelped and jumped back. The pup looked at her with a sort of 'You're weird!' look, but she looked down at her legs and then away. " . . . Sh - Shall we get started?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MARINA • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : STABLY OKAY ] [/url] "It is fine, Harley. Worry not. We both know it was not intended." Harley knew she meant well, but they didn't make him feel better about it. Last night had been a fuzzy nightmare - both figurative and literally. He smoothed out a little when circular motions were made on his bicep, away from any cuts or bruises. After finishing his third apple, he listened to Marina's smooth and suggestive voice. Ahaha. When was the last time he had sex, even? Harley hadn't thought about that in a long time. He seduced and/or used half of the girls on campus, and fended off the other half that wanted his dick chopped off. He kind of missed that. Momentarily, he thought about the boy named Gillian. They'd slept together a few times, hadn't they? It was mostly a friends-with-benefits deal, but he had to admit that being with Gillian had been nice. His personality was cute, soft, and shy. Pretty soft spoken. He sighed when the motion on his arm stopped and opened his eyes to see Marina moving away from him. That was a sudden change in person. He raised an eyebrow. Something was wrong with her. As he waited for the morning to continue, he watched her pace around their large room. It became a subconscious movement of his eyes and his mind began to trail on other things. Ahaha. Sexual therapy. Might be nice, actually, but pretty much all of these girls probably hated him in some form or way and sex was the last thing on their minds. He didn't blame them since it wasn't something that was on his mind too much either. There were other things he needed to think on more. He rubbed at his forehead and changed topics. Vanille. Harley honestly didn't think there was much he could do for Kallisti - but Vanille. There might have been something he could do for her. Someone had to have brought Theo back to life, right? He could do it again. But for Vanille . . . And . . . Eugh. Maybe the others that died in there with her. There was a truth that he had to be smart about it, though. Devyn was right to not hate Crestatia. Being honest, Harley never really gave Crestatia many hateful thoughts. There had been times where he didn't like what went down, but other than that . . . If cooperating, being nice, working with Crestatia was what it took to bring a valuable player back . . . He rubbed his forehead again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : JESSIE // MARINA • L A T E S T ][ OOC : HARLEY MAKES MOVE: EAT FRUIT OF FATE !! ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : STABLY OKAY ] [/url] Harley nodded to Jessie's suggestion about the doctor and they talked a little more about it; some of them were still looking pretty bad; mainly Madeline. He'd have to ask her when she got up. The door opened and he looked around the corner to see Marina, polished up and beautiful, come into the room with a better, less-tired Bernie following behind her. Huh. He hadn't noticed that she was missing from the bed - must've been more tired than he thought. Right. She was the daughter of a senator - of course she was going to have money. Well then. They were . . . pretty set on the financial situation - now it was just the survival part that they had to take care of. "This one right here has disposable phones in it so that we can stay in contact with one another. They have all been activated already." she explained, dumping the bag. Harley grabbed one and clicked it on. Nice. They were with communication, now. Rather, for now. "It would appear that you have already changed." Marina winked at him. "Are you all right? You look off." Did he, now? He poked at the various, simple white bandages on his body. One on his cheek, two parallel on his neck, a few others . . . He was tired. He grabbed an apple from the stash and began to take bites out of it joyously. Not many people knew, but Harley loved apples. Favorite fruit. No apple pies though, eugh. His eyes flashed at Marina's wrist, wincing at the sight and looking away. "Better than yesterday," he replied elusively. He still wasn't ready to talk about it - whatta wimp, right? Harley didn't do heart-to-hearts. "Sleep was great, though." He had to admit, it was kind of nice being alive right now. "We're just waiting for the others to wake up," he mentioned, tossing the apple core and grabbing another full apple, "Thinkin' about taking a bit of time off, catch our breath. Madeline, too . . . She probably needs stitches on that eye of hers. But that can wait until she's up." He twirled a piece of her perfect hair between his fingers, remembering being at her estate, remembering her playing the piano. "Sorry about your wrist." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }{ DAY : 60 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 28, 2013 } • { LOCATION : ROOM }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED } [/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.❞ At around 7:30, Kallisti stirred from her sleep but wandered around in the gray between consciousness and sleep. One think she knew was that she hadn't dreamed any of the previous day's events and that she was, indeed, still in Devyn's bed. Some time later, Devyn came to wake her up and she sat up, stretching and yawning, forming tears in her eyes. She wondered how Harley and the others were doing . . . Would Madeline be better today? That had been a bad parting - Kallisti wouldn't be surprised if the other girl turned up to hate her. "Good morning, Devyn . . . " she murmured, pulling herself from the covers and the warm bed. She had been, before sleep last night, a little suspicious of Devyn's motives for them sleeping together. It had been suggested that the other would kill her in her sleep, but as she felt, breathed, lived, that wasn't true at all. Her first non-serious thought was breakfast. She wanted to help Devyn make breakfast. She wondered if there was tea or coffee around. Preferably coffee, for now, tea for later . . . " . . . Breakfast?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : JESSIE • 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] "Died, huh . . ." Harley murmured, thinking on the phrase. It kind of seemed useless. People who died came back to life, sometimes. Death wasn't an absolute until the game was over - and even then, one of them would be left standing as a real, whole human of the world. He honestly didn't think it would be him. He had hopes for Kallisti. Had hopes for Vanille. Where had that both gotten them? Not far . . . He rubbed his hands together and stood, looking around the room at the others, "Well, you're alive for now, kiddo. Words of wisdom, not tryna scare you or anything, but don't get too used to it . . ." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I booked the room for three nights. We might have to leave after tonight or tomorrow night to change hotels. If we really are being followed it be bad to stay in one place for too long." Last night, the Duncan kid suggested a motel, but Harley hadn't really cared about that. It would probably be a good idea to book one next time though. If a group of strange kids were found just . . . bookin' fancy rooms, people would get suspicious. What were they supposed to do now? Stay in Percival, or go back to Vashington, to Brookridge . . . ? He wished he had his phone to call up Lorinda. Well. She might not even be alive anymore. It wouldn't be surprising, but it would be nice if the old lady was still kickin'. "Where do you think . . . What do you think we should do today? There probably some strange people following us around. Probably be best to keep out of the public eye. At least . . . our large group." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : JESSIE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ] [/url] "Good morning to you as well." she replied, and Harley took the moment to pull up a chair next to her while listening to what she had discovered. Museums sounded a little fun - but they weren't on a vacation . . . Still. A break did sound kind of nice. They needed clothing though. And food. Harley thought of the bank again. They needed to withdraw some money. Even if Septimus was loaded, Harley didn't like having to lean on anyone for financial support. He had a bit too much pride for that. He laughed, "Well, if a rocket can take us back to our normal lives, sign me up." "I don't know if we ever met. My name is Jessie . . . Yourself?" Ah. He was close enough. "Harley." he replied, holding out his hand to shake, "You went to Brookridge, didn't you? Think I've seen you around before." Not that there was much to remember from those days. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : PERCIVAL ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ] Spoiler: ☁✖☁ ♔ ＤＡＮＴＥ'Ｓ ＲＩＤＤＬＥ ✖ ＣＡＬＭ ＮＩＧＨＴＭＡＲＥＳ ♔ Fire. The smell of burning flesh was the most prominent thing. There was nothing to feel but heat and hot metal. It was terrible, frustrating, and uncomfortable, but he couldn't move. His feet were nailed to the ground . . . quite literally. He shared the room with the fire, but it wasn't harming him. The metal casket was set three feet in front of him, and it was transparent. Inside the casket was the naked, small body of a young girl with tanned skin, dark hair, and tattoos. She was tied up from moving, from busting out like she should have been so easily able to do. He opened his mouth to call for her, to try and get her attention - to scream. There was no sound but the cackling of fire. The transparent metal began to becoming tinted with red. All at once the tortured sounds of a little girl screaming sounded throughout the room as if it were a cave, echoing off the walls left and right. His hands were nailed to his sides, to keep him from trying to cover his ears. Everything zooming out and he stood in a lobby with a frail, bony girl at his side, screaming for someone not to go, not to leave. Walking away was a girl of pale skin and long, dark hair. He only stood though, unable to move from his spot. When the time came, he grabbed the bony girl and tossed him over his shoulder, his body moving on its own. The only audible sounds were screaming and a whisper of words. ❝Shut up, Harley. I'll return.❞ [/url] Harley awoke with a start, gasping for air and clutching his chest. All at once, it looked like the reality was coming back to him. He was in a hotel room, in a different country, with a bunch of other teenagers who were players in a game set by a demoness named Crestatia. Okay. He was okay. Rubbing at his face with his hands, he swung himself out of bed, careful not to wake anyone else up. His injuries had been treated and he was on the road to recovery. Physically, anyway. The morning was young and Harley went downstairs for a small bit of breakfast, not thinking he could eat much, stomach much . . . When he came back upstairs, he had snagged a few clothes from the gift shop ( tactics undisclosed ) and took a shower, slapping the wake into him with a freezing cold shower. When that was done, he went over to the window and gazed out. Didn't look like there were any suspicious figures around . . . What were they supposed to do next? He looked over his shoulder to see that someone else had woken up. Oh. He'd seen her before, with that one girl . . . Bronagh. What was her name? Jennifer? Jessica . . . Jess? It had 'Jess' in it. "Good morning," he greeted, seeing her read a guide to Percival. Not a bad idea, "Find anything interesting?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : PERCIVAL ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT ] [/url] Harley listened quietly to Septimus' voice over the crowds of people. Fantastic - seemed like he wasn't the only loaded one. They needed to find a bank. He had been mostly walking without direction, but since he knew what he needed, he began to scan around for a bank. They really stood out in this area, didn't they? People seemed to notice them left and right, and since they were moving in a big, sort of awkward group. Well, if Septimus had money on him, then it would be fine. He quickly found a hotel, asked Septimus for his money, and checked them out one large room that contained three beds and lots of chairs. He didn't know how long they would be here, so he reserved a total of three nights for them. It cost them a pretty penny, but it would be alright. They took a ride up the elevator, towards the fifth floor and Harley opened it to reveal a large room with three neatly made beds. The beds were pretty big, but he had a feeling people wouldn't want to be sharing them with one and other. He decided to snag one for himself, Marina, and Madeline, if she wanted it. Or Bernie. He'd rather none of the girls sleep on the ground. "Alright. We're here for the night, take a shower if you want, but we don't have other clothing . . ." he said, "Or you could go down to the gift shop and buy something to change into. We'll go out for clothing when we wake up." He yawned, the days catching up with him. He didn't know what day it was. He didn't know if Kallisti was still alive. He didn't know what would happen to them next. All he knew is that he was exhausted, and he crashed just a few minutes after laying down. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : PERCIVAL, CANDIAH ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT // TIRED ] [/url] Harley responded oddly to the tug on his shirt, and looked down to see Madeline, looking urgent. When she nodded towards the bus, he looked at it. It was night time, so he couldn't tell if the lights were off or . . . Oh. Shit. That was blood. There was something moving around them. All of his focus and energy went into observing the area around them and the best place to go in this situation. God, his head. Ugh. He couldn't think right. They needed a place to go . . . At the corner of the block, he spotted a hotel. They needed a place for the night. "C'mon . . ." he murmured to the others, trying to subtly alert them to the danger. He began to walk down the block, casually as he could, towards the hotel. It felt like an eternity was passing, but the crosswalk was reached. He even whistled casually, waiting for the light to change so that they could cross. Everything felt different, here. They were in a completely different world than the one they had been in before . . . "We need to blend in, somehow . . ." They didn't have any money, how would they do that? A bank . . . Harley needed a bank. His college fund would never be dove into . . . Was that really okay? He never really planned to go to college in the first place. "Any ideas?" he asked Madeline as he walked along, looking out for anything suspicious. He was leaning towards going to a bank to withdraw money, to use for clothing and a hotel . . . "I wanna get a hotel room." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 60 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 28, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : PERCIVAL, CANDIAH ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ] [/url] It was pathetic, his behavior, but he was glad Marina didn't let go of his hand. He needed something tangible to hold on to, just to make sure he wasn't losing his perception of reality. Some reality this was. Vanille was dead. Kallisti was going to die. He knew it was true. Marina kept saying she would live. He doubted it. Where did they go now? "Does . . . anyone know where we are?" Harley looked at Madeline. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had been crying a lot. He didn't like Madeline for a lot of reasons, but they had something in common now. It was probably better not to think on it too much but he found comfort, some only, that they were going through similar things. He looked around some more. He had been traveling a lot, when he was younger. Lorinda used to take them to all sorts of places, especially him when he would get kicked out of one of the many schools he went to. After searched around, he saw a tower that was familiar. A landmark. It was an old cathedral . . . Something clicked. Something clicked. "I know where we are. Kind of." he announced tiredly, "The city of Percival . . . North of Vashington . . . Far away from Brookridge, I think." God, of all the times not to know a place . . . "What do we do?" It was one thing to be in another state, but to be in . . . another country. Candiah wasn't a pad country, but it was weird, here. They needed to find somewhere to sleep. To keep a place for a while. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : DEVYN'S HOME }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SLEEPY } [/url] xxxx❝. . .xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞Devyn didn't seem to have a problem with the both of them sleeping in the same bed, but that was to be expected. She didn't want Kallisti to run away. Before, she had said that she didn't want Kallisti to be afraid that she was going to be killed, but she was. To stop existing sounded . . . scary. What was that abyss like? She wondered if she would get to see Madeline again before that time. Would Devyn keep her by her side until she was killed, or . . . ? Kallisti gave a little laugh; Devyn might offer her up to Crestatia. Haha. How funny. What was she worth to Crestatia? Nothing, probably. She had not been an effective pawn or player. She had been possessed once. Once. And that was to be killed. It made her feel a little sour. If Crestatia had a soft spot for anyone, it was rightfully Devyn. Then again, without the chance meeting in this session with Chester, she might not have even . . . Part of her success was luck. Kallisti was a little jealous of that luck. The rest of it could be mimicked. Still not fully sure of sharing this large bed ( she had a tendency to snuggle up to close things in her sleep - it was quite embarrassing ), Kallisti slipped under the covers and laid her head on the pillow " . . . Good night, Kallisti." " . . . Good night, Devyn." Kallisti curled up with emotion and sleepiness washing over her, closing her eyes and drifting off. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
15 [ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HERE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ] Harley laid on Marina's lap, lapsing in and out of a restless sleep. His mind couldn't stop reeling on everything, but when he felt the bus come to a stop, he knew he had to get his shit together. He stood up, grabbed Marina's hand tightly, and led her off the bus into a city he felt he had never seen before. He stood on the sidewalk, looking around for anything familiar. People passed by them in goes, no one really noticed a bunch of raggedy teenagers getting off a bus.
OOOH BBY ♥
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : ICE CREAM ♥ } • { LOCATION : DEVYN'S HOME }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SLEEPY } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ To her surprise, Devyn did speak of the reason she wore the bag, but Kallisti suspected lies formulated, and that she wasn't really getting the truth. She seemed against ( if that was a strong enough word for it ) telling the reason, but Kallisti was glad she shared. "The second, is because I loathe my appearance. I . . . That is all." When there was the stall, she looked up from her empty plate. Apparently, 'that' was not all, but there wasn't use in prodding anymore on the subject. " . . . I see." The table was cleared and Kallisti wondered what was to be next. She yawned again, looking away. When she was left to her own devices, all of the day's expended energy caught up with her. She blinked the tears away from her blue eyes. "Mm, we should head to sleep, now." That sounded like a good idea. Kallisti got up from the table and went to the room she was shown earlier. It didn't fully register, before, that they would be sharing a bed. How . . . awkward? Kallisti had never shared a bed w - Ah. No. Those times did not count. Her mind briefly trampled on the thoughts of what Madeline might say if she knew what was happening. No use thinking on that . . . She stared a the bed for a long time. Sleeping with other people, sharing a bed with another person . . . It wasn't something she liked, but at this point, she felt too tired to care. She would be pathetic about it in the morning. She sat down on the plush surface and a giddy feeling surged through her, making her suddenly want to snuggle under the covers - very undignified, she thought. As she tugged back the covers, "I have . . . never shared a bed with anyone, before." The need to make conversation with Devyn was strange, but Kallisti couldn't help herself as she hid her legs first. She yawned again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
WRATHFUL DEMON SAXIMA, REPORTING FOR DUTY. * EXPLOSIONS *
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