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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MARINA SARIO • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : TEEHEEHEE ]​

[ DAY : 14 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 13, 2012 ] • [ LOCATION : PARLOR ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : RELAXED ]​

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Harley didn't have to wait long for something to happen. Just a few minutes later of gazing out the window, he heard footsteps that walked against wood onto carpet. He turned around to see the young lady of the house, Marina after she knocked on a wall.

As if this wasn't her home. He almost couldn't stop himself from snorting.

" Mr. Jackson," she greeted, " good morning. What ever are you doing in here? " Her smiled came easily and Harley thought that if he were a girl, he might be something like Marina.

Now that he had a more decent chance to look her over, he had to admit that she was rather pretty. Maybe she could do without the makeup, and the shoes weren't to his liking, but the rest of her was attractive. Her figure was slim but curvy and she was a good height, but still shorter than him. He switched couches to get a better look and view of her.

" Just waiting for something to happen, " he answered with his own easy smile, " And it seems that something has. " He finished suggestively as Marina took a seat at the bench of the piano. Oh, this would be fun.

" I do not believe we were properly introduced last night, and to that I apologize. " she continued, " I needed to speak with Mr. Weldon before he disappeared completely. "

Mr. Weldon? Probably talking about that kid that was waiting for someone outside of her estate. He wondered why she had to talk him into staying? Scorned love, bad sex? Haha. It seemed possible. Disappointment? These people would fight over anything, wouldn't they?

She batted her eyelashes at him and his first thought was that her eyeliner was unacceptable, but the second was that she had extremely pretty eyes. When she began to play, he laid his head back and listened for a few minutes. He didn't recognize the song, but mostly because he only listened to classical piano music, but the piece wasn't half bad, and it was almost relaxing. Haha. Falling asleep on a girl who was obviously attracted to him wouldn't be a good idea, so instead, he stood.

As she continued to play, Harley slowly walked around the room, observing his surroundings and the facial expression of Marina. She was talented, there was no doubting that, so it probably also would have been a bad idea to sit down and play, too. As he neared her, he thought of Kallisti playing the piano, too. He hummed to himself, filling some of the gaps of the tun with his own improve, and then the song ended.

He found himself standing behind Marina, his face near the side of hers and his breathing on her neck. " That was very nice, " he said softly, and then lingered there for a moment that was probably an eternity and then drew back, spinning on his foot, " So, " he started again with a smile, sitting on a chair closest to Marina, " Who else is here at your little soirée? "

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT !! • WEARING !! }​

{ OOC : NO NEW NEWS ON THE ANON? * SOBS * }​

{ DAY : 14 - 1/3 } • { DECEMBER 13, 2012 } • { LOCATION : HOME // ROAD }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : THOUGHTFUL }​

Kallisti woke up that morning, taking a few minutes to realize that she was in her own bed, in her own home. It was very surreal, considering she hadn't been home in days. There had been little contact with her father throughout all of this time, and that was strange. With all that was happening though, she felt his presence, however much she enjoyed it, was of little importance and more of a convenience.

Today, she was wanted at the Sario Estate in Brookridge. Kallisti never liked that city because even though it neighbored the relatively humble Coy City, there were two very different attitudes battling at the boundary. She wondered who else was there, but decided that didn't really matter.

After dressing in the day's outfit, she went to her laptop that hadn't been touched in what felt like such a long time and turned it on. It quietly hummed to life and she typed in her password, her desktop image and other desktop items appearing. She pulled open Tumblr and stared at her dashboard for a little while. It had all been fairly inactive, but she supposed that wasn't very surprising.

Kallisti typed up a message to leave on her blog and then cleared all the tags she was tracking. So far, no more than . . . some thirty people had received the e-mail from Crestatia. Honestly, she could have sworn that the number used to be much smaller. The other names must have escaped her notice.

She sighed and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare a small breakfast of jam and buttered toast, and a cup of hot tea. When she was done eating her small and quiet breakfast she checked her watch; it would take an hour or so to get to the Sario Estate, and she didn't even know where it was. More than likely, it was logged onto a map, being the home of a senator. After logging in the location onto her GPS, she left a note for her father to message her as soon as possible.

With a bag of clothing she prepared before hand, Kallisti walked out of her car with her violin case, set it gently in the back and took one last look at her home. Every time she left it, it could be her last. That was melancholy sort of thought, but at least she was facing the music, yes?

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : N/A • L A T E S T !! ]​

[ LOCATION : THE SARIO ESTATE // A PARLOR ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : THOUGHTFUL ]​

Harley was one of the first people up that morning, and to his surprise, Vanille was still sleeping. He pegged her as an early riser, despite the time they'd both gone to sleep that night.

It was kind of weird waking up in the Sario Estate because he figured he'd be home by now, but somehow, he felt like he wasn't gonna see home for a long time. It was a bit sad, when he thought about it.

He dressed, took a last look at Vanille's face ( he doubted he'd be seeing it any time soon ) and then headed out of the room. He had to admit, he was pretty impressed with the estate, but he'd seen classier. There were some parts of it that he found overly decorated and tacky, then there were others that were completely bare and . . . plain. Honestly, who designed this place? The architecture wasn't bad though, but since this wasn't his place, he didn't really have the right to complain.

He still enjoyed doing it anyway.

After about twenty minutes of wandering or so, Harley found himself in the a parlor that was overly sized. It was probably useless to keep wandering around anymore, so he waited for someone to find him and take him to the dining room.

While waiting, he brought out his phone and scrolled through a few sites, eventually coming to Tumblr. He saw Kallisti's text post and sighed at it. She could be pretty damn depressing sometimes, couldn't she? He wondered if she would be coming here, too. With a sigh, he typed up his own message and then put his phone away to conserve its life.

They would be going to the Brookridge Academy of Excellency. That was pretty annoying because Harley didn't have a lot of patience when it came to dealing with rich, spoiled, snobby little brats. It was a good place to find insecure people though because, surprise, surprise, kids with filthy amounts of money still had other emotional issues.

Daddy didn't love them enough, Mommy always got drunk. They were molested by their servant, they got pregnant but didn't tell the parents, they did drugs, they drank, they partied . . . It was like a breeding ground for rich, fucked up kids.

And he was sure he'd enjoy every moment of it.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : SHORT POSTS. GOOD NIGHT. }​

{ DAY : 13 - 3/3 } • { DECEMBER 12, 2012 } • { LOCATION : HOME }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SLEEPY }​

Kallisti nodded at Madeline as the girl left her to stand in front of the hotel. Spend time apart. Yes, that did sound fine. Just fine. Madeline would not truly want to get on with her anyway. Not someone like her.

A few hours later, she was home. Her father was not, but who was to say she was surprised? She didn't know if she would go off to Marina's or not. She was tired. It would have to wait for tomorrow.

After taking a warm shower, she left to her room and climbed on to her large bed, curling up in a catlike manner and draping herself in a warm blanket. She soon fell asleep, leaving the events of the last two weeks behind her.

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : N/A • L A T E S T ]​

[ LOCATION : SARIO ESTATE ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SLEEPING ]​

Marina seemed to have little time for the two of them, but that was just fine. She was attractive, but Harley was too tired to be interested. Vanille dragged him here, and it felt like it had been hours to drive.

A servant showed them to a large, two bedroom room and Harley immediately flopped to one of the beds while Vanille energetically jumped on the other. How the hell did that chick have so much energy?

" This is pretty nice, eh, eh? " she asked cheerfully, and Harley rolled over onto his back to stare at her with disbelief. She only giggled cutely in reply and then easily slipped off her mask. He was surprised. Last time, she seemed so reluctant, but now she was alright.

She really did have a pretty face. He wondered why she wore masks?

Just twenty minutes later of small talk and the two of them fell asleep.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : CRAP POST. }​

{ DAY : 13 - 3/3 } • { DECEMBER 12, 2012 } • { LOCATION : OUTSIDE THE HOTEL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : UHM . . . }​

They hadn't spent long in the baths, but it felt long enough for the silence to fill the space. Quin hadn't found the need to speak, but in order to appease this new 'friendship', she thought it would be decent of her to start up some kind of conversation. What could they talk about, though? She felt they had very little in common, besides the fact that they were both in this game.

Madeline had suggested they go now, and Kallisti realized check out was soon, so both girls left the baths, trying not to be conscious of one and other and their situation and dressed.

In a silence that wasn't particularly comfortable, both girls had gone to their room and packed up what they had brought to the resort. Kallisti thought she'd like to come here once again, maybe on a later date and have this room. It was fairly nice, wasn't it?

With all of their belongings in hand, the two girls went down to the lobby to check out. Kallisti remembered the night after the Lacey's explosion, when Madeline spend the night at her home. Perhaps it would be nice to offer again? They should probably spend time apart, though, after everything that happened.

After they were done checking out, Kallisti turned to Madeline as other students passed them on their way home from the resort. There seemed to be quite a few black cars in the front lot, but she didn't know why they were there.

" . . . So, where will you go? " she asked her, as she over heard the cars were sent by a girl named Marina, " I will more than likely head home after this, but I want to make sure you are situated . . . "

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HEIDI LAYN // VANILLE // MARINA SARIO • L A T E S T ]​

[ LOCATION : HOTEL // SARIO ESTATE ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : UH UH UH ]​

Altair was gone and back in impressive time, and Harley took the bandages from him and had Heidi gently lay out her arms on the table.

" You . . . You're b - better off, not knowing m - me . . . "

Harley snorted as he used his nimble fingers to wrap her arms. " You don't seem all that dangerous to me, kiddo, " he told her, stroking her hair once and then standing up straight, " I don't just go being friends with anyone, but I think if I could have a new friend, they'd be like you. " That wasn't a lie.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he realized that they needed to clock out of the hotel soon.

He looked at Altair, and then back at Heidi. " Well, it looks like you're in pretty good hands. " he said after checking her bandages once more, " Make sure you change them within the next seven hours. You should only have to change them once, and they'll be alright. " He patted her on the head, " It was nice to meet you, Heidi. "

Vanille seemed to be waiting for him, so he nodded at Altair, waved to Heidi, and left the dining hall to pack up and then check out twenty minutes later. Vanille seemed to be going home with her. Strange. Not that he minded. She seemed like she was self-sufficient, so he wouldn't have to worry about taking care of her.

There were black cars that were lined up outside, and Vanille told her they were sent by Marina Sario, but Harley drove his car here and decided to take the invitation by his own car. She directed him, and an hour or so later, they arrived at the Sario estate. Harley didn't even know how Vanille knew it was here, but when they arrived, they saw a boy standing outside, waiting for someone.

" That's Theodore! " Vanille said as they got out, " He was the one who hosted the meeting when we went back in time! "

Harley decided it was better not to talk to him though. Still he wondered why he was leaving the estate. They knocked on the door and were led in by a servant to be shown to Marina. They stood awkwardly in the dining room as they waited for her to say something.

" Marina! " Vanille said chipperly, " I brought Harley Jackson with me, but he doesn't remember anything, I had to tell him! "

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HEIDI LAYNE // ALTAIR GEIS • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : ANONYMOUS, WHO ARE YOUUUUU ? ]​

[ DAY : 13 - 3/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 12, 2012 ] • [ LOCATION : DINING HALL ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : PROTECTIVE ]​

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After what Harley said, Heidi looked confused, but he didn't blame her. She obviously had no memories from the previous timeline, and neither did he, so it would probably be something that he had to let go. It was nice while he tried, he guessed, but he couldn't let himself get wrapped up in caring about anyone, and then letting it turn one-sided.

" I . . . I don't know wh - what you're t - talking about. " she said, and he shrugged.

" That's alright. Vanille likes to jump a bit ahead of herself sometimes. " he said, and was about to bid her adieu until she started scratching herself.

At first, it seemed like a regular, nervous itch, but then she kept going. And going. And he watched with near-horror as her skin reddened and reddened, to the point where he thought she was bleeding. And then she did start bleeding.

That was a serious nervous itch. Turning into a panic attack? Anxiety?

" I - I have to g - go . . . " she said, starting to back up, and then he reached for her hands, but barely missed her when she tripped over her chair. Harley leapt forward and caught her before she hit the ground, taking her hands away from her now-bleeding arms.

" Stop that. " he said as he held her hands and began to sit her upright, " You're going to hurt yourself. "

Ah. There was that nostalgic feeling again. He'd done this before. Her arms were bleeding and he looked at Altair, " Could you go get some bandages, please? " he asked as politely as possible, " And hurry. " He then turned to Heidi, inspecting her arms. They were bleeding, alright, but it wasn't that bad, " Are you okay? " he asked, looking up at her intently. There was some other commotion going on in the background, but he wasn't paying attention to that.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : MYSTERIOUS ANONYMOUS MESSAGES ARE DANGEROUS. }​

{ DAY : 13 - 3/3 } • { DECEMBER 12, 2012 } • { LOCATION : HOT SPRINGS }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : EMBARRASSED }​

It was only after Kallisti and Madeline entered the locker rooms to undress that Kallisti realized her idea of them bathing together was an absolutely awful and abhorrent one. Unfortunately, she couldn't turn back now. Instead of manifesting her resentment at the choice in public, she seethed to Kal for it being his horrible idea.

They were the only two occupants of the locker room, and the were only a few other people in the bath area itself. After Kallisti wrapped the white, fluffy towel around herself, she looked down at her legs; at least the steam of the outside would be a decent enough cover for anyone to miss the scars unless they were looking for them.

Her feet padded across the smooth stone as she tried to, as calmly as possible, step down into the hot water, remove her towel so it wouldn't be wet, and adjust herself to be more comfortable. It was all very embarrassing due to the fact that she was here, and Madeline was here, and they were both just . . . here.

This had been a truly terrible idea.

On the bright side, the water felt rather nice after the sharp heat sank into her skin and reddened it slightly. She tried to clear her mind of all the strangeness of the situation at hand, and all of the tortures that the last two weeks had put her through.

" This is nice . . . " she said, just below a normal speaking level.

And it really was. Perhaps it was a bit of a . . . jump at being 'friends' off of the deep end, but for all she knew, when they breached the surface, things might become easier as they drifted along. As it were, she wasn't expecting to stay close to Madeline for very long, due to both of their intolerant natures. She didn't want to be the first to give up trying, but she didn't want to be abandoned, either.

Damn this game.

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( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: SUSPICIOUS )​

Vanille looked at her phone after it vibrated in her pocket. A message from Tumblr? Maybe it was from Marina, telling her to hurry up. She frowned at the thought; even on missions, she didn't like being rushed.

When she saw it was from an anonymous though, she raised her eyebrows and excused herself from being around Harley, Heidi, and SatAltair.

You're doing a good job, keep it up. Don't let all these strange happenings get to you, you're stronger than you think and you're going to be just fine. Don't just play by their rules. They have no right to control your life. Break the game board. You can do this. Good luck.​

. . . Who was this from? She glanced around her surroundings to see anyone who might be acting strange, but she only saw Madeline and Quin leaving the dining room. Well, at least they were happy. But this message. This message was weird. And as she scrolled through her dash, she saw that Marina had gotten a similar anonymous message.

She glared.

Could this be from Crestatia? Why would she send something like this to her pawns? What about Analynne? In a testament to her rebelling against Crestatia? The message really didn't sound like either of them . . . Could there be another demon or witch that they didn't know about? What about that . . . that . . . Orpheus? She had received a strange message from them once, along with a reaaaally big sum of money that she had given to mom, but after that, they weren't heard from again.

Vanille scanned the room again. Who sent her this message? She typed up a reply, making it as normal and bright as possible, but definitely keeping her suspicion. Maybe she could track the IP address?

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HEIDI LAYNE • L A T E S T ]​

[ DAY : 13 - 3/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 12, 2012 ] • [ LOCATION : DINING HALL ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ]​

Vanille had left him with the other two to check something on her phone and he silently cursed her for it. Sure, he wanted to talk to this girl, but he wanted it to be on his terms, not someone else's He didn't show his discomfort though, and the girl named Heidi looked worse off about this situation than he felt.

" U - Um . . . " Yeah. He felt better about this than she did. Well, he would have rather done it later than now, but there was no getting out of it without hurting the girl's feelings so he went with it. She looked pretty frail, too, so breaking her was out of the question.

" . . . h - hi. " she finally mustered, and he almost smiled. She was kind of cute, wasn't she? " C - Can I . . . c - can I h - help you? " she said quietly, her hands practically covering her mouth.

" Not really. " he said shortly, " Sorry about this, my friend likes to be spontaneous and not persevere through her projects. " He rubbed the back of his neck, but gave her a smile to ease her nerves, ignoring Altair watching them, " She told me that you and I used to be friends in a . . . previous timeline, so she thought we should be friends again. So . . . here we are. "

Both of them practically tossed into the lion's den, but it was a start?

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[ T U M B L R • OBSERVING : THE GIRL // VANILLE • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : WELL, AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE A HEADACHE ANYMORE ]​

[ DAY : 13 - 3/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 12, 2012 ] • [ LOCATION : DINING HALL ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ]​

Before Harley walked into the dining hall, he had seen that girl that he'd been thinking about before. She was with Altair, and for some reason, that didn't please him. He decided to follow the two of them into the dining room, which had seemed to become the place where they all would congregate.

Madeline and Kallisti were sitting at a table, Altair and the girl had found a table, Temperance was checking her phone at a table, and then at the far reaches of the large room was Vanille. Deciding not to chance a speaking with the girl that caught his interest, he left to sit with her.

" Do you know Marina Sario? " she asked him brightly as soon as he sat down with a plate of ace breakfast foods.

Sario . . . " I don't know her. But her father's a senator and her mother is a socialite. " he explained, " Why? "

She leaned forward, and Harley saw something on her face he hadn't noticed before, a mark that looked like a cross between a branding and a tattoo in the shape of an 'x'. Before he was caught looking for too long, he returned his attention to her speaking.

" I was talking to her on Tumblr, " she started, touching her cheek and covering up the mark, " She wants us all to come to her estate. "

He raised an eyebrow, " . . . Why? "

" I think she remembers, too. But she was dead before the time jump, maybe she wants to talk to all of us? "

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( TUMBLR • WEARING • MASK )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: CHIPPER )​

❝I was talking to her on Tumblr,❞Vanille started, touching her cheek. She couldn't believe Harley looked at it! She was afraid to know what he thought of it, so she covered it up with her hand . . . ❝She wants us all to come to her estate.❞

Harley didn't say anything about her movement. ❝ . . . Why?❞

Vanille shrugged. Why would she want them all to come? That sounded like a reaaaaaally bad idea. Marina didn't seem very bad, though. She'd seen her at school a few times and found that she was really interested in divination, but she didn't like girls. She was also a sexual deviant, which a lot of other girls around campus didn't like, and Vanille didn't really like it either, but since she never had to put up with it, it was okay.

She looked around the room and saw SatAltair and Harley's lady-friend, who he had tossed a few glances at while they were talking. She didn't tell him about her, but maybe he felt something in remembrance?

Impulsively she grabbed Harley's hand and dragged him up, barely hearing his protests and questioning as she dragged him over with surprising strength to the table where the two other's were sitting. She let go of his hand and smiled at the two others, ❝Hi!❞she said with a chipper tone, then directing her attention at Heidi, ❝This is my friend, Harley! I think that you and he should be friends, too.❞

Harley looked at her strangely, but then at Heidi, ❝Hello.❞ Vanille could tell he was feeling awkward, but he did a good job of not showing it!

❝Harley, this is Heidi, Heidi, this is Harley.❞

Now that she had introduced them to each other, maybe they would become good friends!

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : AHG, I HAVE A RAGING HEADACHE. SOMEONE, GET ME AN AX }​

{ DAY : 13 - 2/3 } • { DECEMBER 12, 2012 } • { LOCATION : DINING HALL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : THOUGHTFUL // EMBARRASSED }​

" I hope not another school, " Madeline said, looking displeased with the thought, " I would really rather . . . not. " Mm, yes, school did seem to be a rather dangerous place for them as of late, didn't it? Where all of the victims were gathered in on place. It was a setup begging for another incident like the auditorium.

" Also, I was . . . thinking about going skiing before heading home. Or doing something not to make this a waste, at least. "

Kallisti thought on that. She had wanted to bathe last night in the hot springs, but that had been interrupted by Harley and his foul news. Then again, perhaps he had been her savior, in some stretched, strange way. She had really not wanted to be around Temperance and her awful personality.

" . . . What do you think? "

She looked over the rim of her ceramic cup at Madeline. While skiing did sound like a fun idea, she really did want to bathe, at least once. It wasn't that she would never have a chance again, but this trip that was supposed to be a relaxant turned out to be anything but, and it was rather frustrating and something of a let down.

Madeline did not have to go with her, but she would have preferred it. Then again, the thought of anyone seeing her legs made her shudder. She was surprised that she held together so well last night in the presence of Harley. Her figure was nothing to be ashamed of, but the scars, rather, were.

Her face turned a pale shade of red.

The more she thought on it, the less appealing bathing became. Ah, how annoying, letting her self-consciousness get to her like this. Or rather, her shame. She would not let it have its way this time.

" I think that I might like to take a dip in the hot springs for a while. " she replied, finally, " We are not set to leave for a few hours yet, so we have time. " Of course, Madeline didn't have to come with her, if she didn't want.

YOU'RE A RIOT, YOU KNOW THAT? . . . Pardon? JUST TELL HER YOU WANT HER TO COME WITH YOU. But . . . What if she does not wish to? IT'S WORTH THE SHOT. C'MON, WEREN'T YOU THE ONE THINKING ABOUT HAVING A PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP WITH HER? Stop that! I'M SERIOUS! Even so, please do not tease me . . . AHG. FINE. YOU BETTER ASK HER TO COME ALONG THOUGH, OR I'LL SMACK YOU SILLY. Kallisti almost outwardly laughed, but caught herself just in time.

" . . . Would you like to join me? "

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : N/A • L A T E S T ][ LOCATION : LOBBY ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS // ANNOYED ]​

Harley made his rounds that morning, finding that there'd not been any deaths.

That was, until the ambulance arrived. He had quickly scoured the hotel, searching for the candidates for death, but found that none of them were dead. Maybe it was another hotel guest. Trouble seemed to follow the email victims wherever they went though, so he had his suspicions.

Only a small commotion was made as he watched the events unfold. It was that girl, the one Vanille said was the vessel to Analynne - and with her was John Quincy. Had he killed her? Or . . .

He made a mental note to check what had happened later.

He thought back to last night, in the hallway where they had met Madeline. There had been another girl whose room was on that same floor. She was . . . vaguely familiar, and Harley felt a little sad when he saw her, but quickly shook the feeling off as a side effect of . . . 'time traveling'. He was, though, tempted to ask for her room number, but since they didn't know each other at all, that'd be a bit strange.

. . . Not that he hadn't been taking all room numbers of the email victims down for future reference.

While talking to a girl that he'd met around the ski resort, his phone range and he looked at the number. Oh. Dear god. Why. He excused himself from the girl who pouted slightly and held the phone up to his ear as if it were a bomb.

" How is my favorite grandson? " came the voice that was poisoned honey.

" Hi, grandmother. " he said curtly, and she laughed.

" Everyone is always so short with me, tsk, tsk! " But she wasn't pleased with it and he could tell, " I only ever call to check up, and everyone behaves as if I'm handing them a death sentence! "

HMM, HE WONDERED WHY???

" What'd you call me for, Lorinda? " he said, having little patience.

" I just though I might let you know that you and your little schoolmates are listed to attend Brookridge, the school I'm the headmistress of. "

Oh, that was just wonderful.

" You should all be getting your notices in a few days, but aren't you excited? " No, he wasn't. " I've been missing you and my little Kallisti dear. My only grandchildren, and now I'm able to keep a close eye on the both of you. " Why did that sound so scary? " But anyway, enough with the small chitchat. Peter tells me that one of my students is at the hotel with you. " she said, and he looked in the direction of the dining hall, as he had walked into the lobby of the hotel during the phone call.

" Yeah, what about them? "

" Make sure she doesn't get in any trouble, she's a rather suspicious character, but she's under my wing as she attends the school. " Lorinda explained in a serious tone, " That's all for now, Harley. I'll be waiting to see you first thing when you arrive on campus. "

Click.

Harley rubbed his forehead. Kallisti wouldn't like this.

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( OOC :: BUNCH OF FILLER POSTS, AAAAAAH )​

( DAY :: 13 - 2/3 ) • ( DECEMBER 12, 2012 ) • ( LOCATION :: DINING HALL )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: THOUGHTFUL // HUNGRY )​

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Vanille looked worriedly at the door when no one answered, but she supposed that she couldn't just go busting in there like she was the cops, ready to take down someone, so she decided to leave it for now. Hopefully, Eleanora was okay!

She went bounding down the hallway and decided to take the elevator this time. When she reached the lobby, she decided that maybe now was a good time to catch a little breakfast. She walked across the lobby and turned down a hallway that led through a lounge to get to the large, very nice dining hall. There weren't many people eating, but she did spot a couple that made her smile.

Madeline Moore and Kallisti Lein, both still alive and kickin'. Vanille didn't know if she could be more happy about anything at this time. Leaving the two girls to each other, she went to get a small plate of bacon and french toast, and then some milk, fruit, and cream. Yum, yum, she loved cream.

Vanille began to think of all of the things that were going to happen in the future. John Quincy, would he die? Would Altair Geis kill everyone again? Would Theodore Weldon host a meeting where they would be sent back in time once more? What about Cherno Plume and Elliot Anderson - would they infiltrate one of the sanctums of Project Damocles to save Olivia Suchet?

There were so many things that were unsure, and even though she had lived through it all once, she wasn't sure if she could do it again! So much for only having one hundred days to live . . .

She wondered; what of Harley and his lady-friend? They seemed really close at that party, but now . . . They didn't even know each other. Or it seemed that way, because Harley didn't say anything about her. Her name was . . . Heidi? Heidi Lan . . . Lam . . . Lane . . . Layne. That was it. She was an escapee from the hospital. What was her diagnosis? Oh, yeah, schizophrenia. Hmm. Harley was pretty protective, so she gueeeeessed it wasn't really that weird that the two of them were friends.

Chewing on a strip of bacon thoughtfully, Vanille decided it would be nice if they became friends again.

In the meantime, she would have to call mom and tell her all the progress that was made.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : I'M SO T I R E D . }​

{ DAY : 13 - 2/3 } • { DECEMBER 12, 2012 } • { LOCATION : HOTEL DINING HALL }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : GENERALLY CONTENT }​

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xx❝The shames that I have brought in . . .​

xxxxxxxxxxxxThe shames I have gotten during . . .​

xxxWill there be a day when it accumulates into too much?❞​

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Kallisti had thought a great deal on what to do when she was in the situation of interacting with Madeline. It would be some time yet that they would act normally - if one could call their previous behavior normal - around each other. If being close to her meant that one of them had to die, the she wasn't sure she wanted anything to do anyone.

It would be pitiable if it weren't for self-preservation.​

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She continued to eat her strawberries and other mixed fruit ( oranges in particular ) when a set of footsteps approached from behind. It could have been anyone, but she pegged it as Harley or Madeline. That wretched boy just couldn't seem to leave her alone, and she wished that she knew why. He had always seemed like the . . . stalker type, to her - ah, not exactly. A person who would stalk her and her alone, but why? Obsession? Curiosity?​

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" Good morning, Quin, "​

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Kallisti momentarily tensed up at the sound of the voice, but then let go in the relief that it wasn't Harley. Madeline sat down at the table, across from her, looking rather bright and refreshed. It was nice to see her like that.​

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" Good morning - " The stall was brief, unnoticeable, but Kallisti considered what to call her, " - Madeline. " She had debated calling her 'Miss Madeline', but that was far too formal, even if things were to be a bit awkward. She was sure the other wouldn't appreciate the formality at all, and more than likely would have rolled her eyes.​

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A brief silenced passed between them as Kallisti drank some of her hot tea. She considered, hovering her mouth over the ceramic cup, what topic their conversation should be about - if anything. One of the skills that had been bred into her was natural speaking, but she never used it because she was more of an observer, rather than a speaker.​

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" It is a shame we will be leaving today, I had not even the chance to go to the hot springs. " she began conversationally, " I suppose what with all this confusion of timelines, there was really no time at all. " ​

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Ah, she felt like it was never going to be so easy between them again.​

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" I wonder what the school board will do, now that our school is in ruins? " she asked, more to herself than to the other girl, " Perhaps they will send us to another school. " Her nose involuntarily scrunched up at the thought, and a list of schools compiled in her mind. At the front of that list was the Brookridge Academy of Excellency, the private boarding school that she was supposed to attend. She never would have fit in with that crowd.​

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Just as her mother didn't.​

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Mother of god, no.

I'm glad you guys like it.

Pleasure is life's treasure.