{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . .} • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : !! } Temperance was angry with her. Of course she was. Kallisti didn't say anything. She was upset with herself, too. It had been a bad idea to come here - but where would the car have taken them? After searching enough, something strange sounded off. A yell - and a very angry one at that. Who was it? None of them. Her heart beat in her chest hard, and she let out heavy breaths. Moments later, there were footsteps, and Kallisti immediately hid behind something very large; she thought it might have been a shelf. " Hide! " she hissed, and then curled into herself, hoping for the best.
( TUMBLR • WEARING • MASK )( OOC :: TRIGGER WARNING. ) • ( LOCATION :: METAL CONTAINER )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: WHY // HOT // BURNING !! ) Feeling a little better about the slightly grim situation at hand, she listened to a series of voices. They made her feel better. She wasn't alone. Theodore sounded like he was going to say something else, but then a door-unlocking-sound went off and her heart began to speed up. Footsteps sounded all around the room. It was a big room. A small group . . . They were all making their ways to different parts of the room. She heard footsteps next to her, outside of the metal container she was inside. What was happening? Vanille was breathing from her mouth now. What was going to happen to them? ❝I don't know who you are, or who sent you here, but please, don't do this. Especially not to the little girl in - ❞ In? In what? Don't do what? What was happening? No, no, no! she couldn't panic. No panicking. And then the other female voice started. Something sounded off below her, like a fire being lit. This metal container, whatever it was . . . it was made out of aluminum. It quickly got hot and her flesh began to feel warmer until it hurt. Only a little at first. Vanille bit her lip. Bit it more. More. More. High tolerance for pain. A few minute in, tears were rolling down her eyes. A few more minutes later. She was wimpering. More minutes. Crying. More minutes. Sobbing. More minutes. Yelping. Crying. More minutes. Light-headed-ness. What about the others? Who else was okay? Where was momma? Vanille cried. Loud. Cried for something, anything. Cried for them to stop. It burned. It felt awful. Worse than anything she could have imagined. And it wouldn't stop. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : DAMMIT } As soon as the door closed shut behind, Kallisti felt that she had made a terrible mistake. It was extremely dark in the hallway, and for a moment, she didn't know where to go. " What the **** just happened?! " Kallisti heard quick footsteps back to the door which they came in. " We need to get out of here, right now. " Did they really? None of them knew what was in here - and what if some of the others were and bad things were happening to them? Bad things tended to happen in abandoned hospitals. Temperance wanted to break the door down. Not a bad idea if they did want to leave, so Kallisti began to feel around the room for something heavy and hard; preferably a chainsaw or something similar.
2 [ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HERE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : !! ]• [ LOCATION : WATER TAN - RAGING RIVER !! ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SHIT !! ] The other three came over to help him and with enough force, they were able to pull the lever. Harley didn't even have time to check out when the floor just . . . disappeared beneath all of them and then they crashed down into a raging river of water that felt no ****ing better than the water from before. . . . Maybe it was a little warmer. His body was being rushed and and he was running into rocks of different sharpness. Several cuts were being made on his body in the process. " Madeline - Bernie . . . Tommy! " he screamed between mouth-fulls of water, " Gru-ab oooo - on! " Harley threw out his arm to whichever direction and hoped that at least one of them grabbed it. Now the only issue was . . . Where did this raging rapid of frigid water run? His head bobbed under once more and then he forced himself up. No one grabbed his arm. Fuck. The side of his head grazed a rock. He raised his arm once more, swallowing a ton of water, and then he latched onto something. A ledge. Harley held on for dear life, pulling and pulling against the rapids. His bleeding arms went up, then his torso, then the rest of him, and he was laying on a wet, flat surface, coughing out his lungs. His head hurt. The others . . . !
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . .} • { LOCATION : ABANDONED HOSPITAL }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : UNSURE } Temperance and the other boy had followed. Splitting up . . . They would cover more ground, indeed, but this building gave her a feeling that was strictly bad. " We should stay together . . . For now. " she replied. They looked around for a few more long minutes and eventually found a door that was slightly creaked open. Kallisti stopped, observed the dirty door, and then looked back at the other two. This was going to be a terrible idea . . . Or she felt it would be. Motioning to the other to, Kallisti took a step inside and found herself in a long stretch of hallway. It seemed that the only way to go was forward, and so that was where she went.
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : !! ] • [ LOCATION : WATER TANK ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : !! ] Harley tugged at something that wasn't smooth brick in the absolutely freezing water. Damn. Too heavy. He quickly surfaced, gasping for air. " Hey, I found something, think it's a lever . . . Help me out! " he told the others, in his slightly excited, shivering voice.
( OOC :: NERVOUS ) • ( LOCATION :: SMALL METAL SPACE !! )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: NERVOUS ) [/url] After a long moment of silence, Vanille heard a cough and felt a bit of relief - she wasn't alone! That was a . . . good or bad thing. She waited for their reply. ❝Is . . . Everyone alright? Vanille, do you know where you are? It's Theodore.❞ ❝Theodore!❞ she cried out, feeling relief flood her naked body. ❝I'm here . . . I don't know where I am, but I'm . . . inside something metal. D - Do you know where we are? Is there anyone else in here?❞ Where were the others? Maybe they were in devices like hers . . . What kind of device was this, anyway? She knew it couldn't be good because her hands were tied up and she was naked and very uncomfortable . . . This was awful! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : -- • L A T E S T ][ OOC : OOCTEXTHERE ] • [ LOCATION : PLACE ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ] [/url] Wonderful, Madeline lived. Oh, so did Thomas. Could this water get any colder? " Any ideas how to g - get out of here? " he asked, trying to keep the shiver out of his voice. Oh, she was a panick-y one, wasn't she? And how the hell was he exactly remaining calm? She dove under water. Huh. That wasn't a bad idea, actually. " Thanks, M. " he told her. Harley took a long, deep, shuddering breath, prepped himself, and then dove under the water, forcing his hands to feel the ground. Nothing yet. Forty seconds later, he surfaced. " Shit, this water is f - freezing. " His toes were quickly becoming numb. He tried to quickly swim over to the corner of the dark-wall room. The ceiling was getting lower with every second; if they didn't drown first, they would be crushed. " G - Going down . . . " He began to feel around the floor again, this time with a little more gusto. There had to be something down here. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
❥Full Name: Quentin Carlyle Freeborn ❥Appearance: ❖ ❥Age: 18 ❥Likes: Dancing ◆ Singing ◇ Cappuccino ◆ Painting ◇ Fantasy ◆ Soliloquy ◇ Cooking ◆ Riddles ◇ Romance ◆ Novelty ◇ Spontaneity ◆ Sensuality ◇ Femininity ❥Dislikes: Waiting ◇ Routine ◆ Repetition ◇ Tea ◆ Principles ◇ Heat ◆ Smoke ◇ Alcohol ◆ Masculinity ◇ White Noise ❥Weaknesses/Fears: Boredom ◆ Drowning ◇ Misjudgment ◆ Imprisonment ◇ Heat ◆ Static ◇ Gambling ❥Strengths/Talents: Well-read ◇ Music ◆ Seduction ◇ Eloquence ◆ Intuition ◇ Puzzle Solving ❥Personality: An avid artist with a deep love for human emotion. He has a fluid disposition that keeps him from getting stressed, but he gets bored easily and must keep himself busy or he will throw a tantrum. He is driven by a fear of it. When all else fails, he gambles. He is intelligent but does not know how to make use of his mind. He has romantic notions about the human condition and love and projects those notions onto real people. He loves sex and incorporates seduction into all of his relationships with women. He is very forgiving, but it is not in him to pull his punches when angry. He loves exceptions; his favorite people are exceptions in talent, personality, and luck. He seeks out the most novel people and latches onto them for as long as they hold his interest. He desires a romance that will never get old. ❥Sexuality: Heterosexual ❥Favorite Color: Dark Blue ❥Instrument(s): Lute ◆ Voice ◇ Piano ❥Crush?: Noëlle and Sophie so far. Feel free to pair him up if you have anyone else/any better ideas. ❥Cupid's Brew?: Yes. ❥Availability: See Sophie. ❥Other: ❛❜
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : OOCHERE } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN FOREST // NEAR BUILDING }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : ALERT } Upon first hearing Temperance's voice, Kallisti sighed. She thought, after everything they had all been through, the girl would be more . . . cordial - at least decent in behavior. Apparently not. " The others are not here. " she replied shortly, and began walking without even waiting to see if the boy would wake up. " If you have to, come along. Perhaps the others will be in the building. " After at least twenty minutes of walking, Kallisti reached the building and began to think of what could be inside. Around, she began to look for an entrance. ( TUMBLR • WEARING • MASK )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: UNNERVED ) Ouch, ouch, ouch! Vanille found herself laying on a hard, metallic surface - she scrunched up her face at how cool and uncomfortable the metal was against her skin. When she opened her eyes, they were met with . . . more metal? Her hands were tied up. So were her legs. On first instinct she began to start hyperventilating, but then quickly calmed down. Taking a breath, she wrenched her neck to look at her hands. There was a curved opened above her, but outside it she could only see a damp wall. Should she call out? What if someone could hear her? Why was she in this thing? Where were the others? ❝H - Hello . . . ?❞ she called out, hoping someone could hear, ❝Is anyone th - there . . . ?❞
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : I DON'T THINK IT MATTERS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : ****. ] • [ LOCATION : WATER TANK ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ] [/url] Holy fuck - talk about a rude awakening. Harley didn't remember much from before he crashed, but he did remember Vanille screaming his name as they were shipped away in separate trucks. Just a few moments after his eyes opened, he realized he was more freezing than he had been in a long time. For a moment, he recalled his travel to the English Channel and his stupid attempt to try and swim it. He had been just fourteen. That water had been cold - but this . . . This felt like what the Atlantic must have felt like the night the Titanic went down. He was immediately trying to control his violent shivering. His clothing consisted of a pair of simple black shorts and nothing else. When he fully stood, there were three other bodies floating in the water. Dead? No. Madeline, Bernadette, and Thomas. Where were the others? He assumed different places. Fuck, this water was freezing. " Hey, wake up, " he said, not meaning to bark the words. Shit. Cold. It was cold. " H - Harley? " Bernadette. He Quickly moved to pull them up because he was tall and . . . the water was up to his chest. Or getting up there. Was the ceiling getting lower, too? Fucking hell. He looked around the water-filled room; the walls were dark and the water seemed to be coming from below. Was there a way to stop it? " C'mon kiddos, this ain't the time, wake up. " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SIGH. }{ DAY : 53 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 21, 2013 } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN FOREST }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CONFUSED } [/url] xxxxxxxxx❝Things are so unsure. We are no longer together.xxxxxxxxxxxx I cannot let this go. I must find you.xxxxxxxxxx There is no time to stay around, we must move.❞Headache . . . Throbbing . . . The back of her head hurt. Slowly, she came to, her eyes fluttering open. Above her was a tall, thick canopy that only bits and pieces of light shone through. Ugh . . . Where was she? With aches in her back, she carefully sat up, tenderly placing her hands on the forest ground. Sprawled out around her were two others; Temperance, and a boy she didn't know but felt she recognized. Where were the others? They had been . . . all captured, by the bagwoman. People had stormed the forest sanctuary - she had been separated from Harley and Vanille. Five different trucks. Where did the other four go? She gingerly got to her feet and observed her surroundings. Was this a test? Were they being . . . watched? Over to the right, there was an trail that seemed to lead to an open area. To the left, there was another opening, but it was a . . . structure of some sort. Where to go . . . The open road, or to a building where she could potentially be captured? " Temperance . . . " she murmured, trying to gently rouse the girl to wake, " Hey . . . " She looked around and then turned towards the building structure. What if the others were . . . in there? Why would they be out here? Why would they be separated? " I think I might go to that building, " she commented, pointing.
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : BERNADETTE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ][ DAY : 53 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 21, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : LIVING ROOM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ] [/url] Harley wondered why Temperance wanted to talk to him privately. She was a pretty annoying, self-centered *****, but it wasn't a good time for them to be bickering among themselves, so he'd wait until she asked for him. Now, Bernie was talking and he barely understood a word she was saying. Vanille whispered all the clearer things to him and Kallisti, and Harley gathered that she was suggesting . . . camping? They would need tons of supplies for that, but it seemed that what else they needed could be gathered here, in his house. " Camping. " He said, standing up. " Going to a sports store and getting tents. Setting up shop in the woods? " In Canada. He looked at Vanille whose mask covered up her expression. He motioned for her to take it off, but she shook her head, and he sighed. " It's not . . . a shitty idea, but it'd take a while to get where we're going, and destruction seems to follow us wherever we go. " - - - Everyone was gathered around one very large computer screen, where there was a map of the state of Vashington. It was centered around the Coy City-Brookridge Metroplex, with all of the houses of the fugitives pinned down. "Sir, I don't believe any of them would be in Coy City still. Most all of them were last seen at the Antilum Laboratories in Brookridge." commented a soldier. "Fallon said that in the Heckle's Estate, there was a sign written in the handwriting of one Harley Jay Jackson, that they would be going to a place in the mountains." said another with impatience. "Maybe he was lying, to throw us off?" "Or he wasn't." From behind the group, the door flew open and they all turned around in alarm. In the doorway, a soldier was panting and red in the face, "Lilith Lein has escaped - she left a note to where the fugitives are!" In the overhead office, Lorinda spun a key around her finger, slightly pale in the face.
◘ Ｉ ＷＯＮ'Ｔ ＬＩＧＨＴ ＴＨＥ ＦＩＲＥ， ＢＵＴ Ｉ ＷＩＬＬ ＮＵＲＴＵＲＥ ＴＨＥ ＦＬＡＭＥＳ ＯＦ ＲＥＢＥＬＬＩＯＮ ◘ Okay, so coming to the roof hadn't been the ideal thing to do - but if Nix were honest with himself, it'd been the only thing to do. How could he have known that there was going to be - Scratch that. He should have known, but he let himself get too excited. The better move out of his previous three options would have been to just go quietly, but then again, where was the fun in that? For a long moment, when he had been cornered and apprehended, he was afraid they were going to do something drastic, like clip his wings, but they only shot at him a few times and the snowy whites folded themselves. Cuffs were around his wrist and rope was around his torso. What a great situation. This time, he went quietly. The long walk was filled with students in the halls staring and him looking straight ahead, keeping his eyes forward and his chin up. There was no reason to be ashamed; Nix was damned proud of himself, despite being caught. He wasn't one to make trouble or do outwards . . . anything, but this was different. Things were getting different. At the door of the White Room, the rope was cut and the cuffs were released. The guards were going to push him in, but he walked before they could touch him. His entire body sagged - or it felt like it - but he found his way to a white desk and slumped down into it, setting his head on his forearms. He was a little surprised that they were only getting an hour's worth in the White Room - and that the White Room was the full extent. Or . . . If it wasn't, he didn't know. "Well, that was great fun. I think we'll get ace grades on our projects."
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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : AHG, MY BACK. }{ DAY : 53 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 21, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIVING ROOM }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED } [/url] xxxxxxxxx❝How long have we the sanctuary?xxxxxxxxxxxx We are a broken people, living under loaded gun.xxxxxxxxxx There is no time to stay around, we must move.❞Staring the day had been extremely difficult and painful, but she had to admit, the warm shower had been nice. The first thing on her mind when she was wide away was how Madeline was - if she was still even alive, that was. All of her wounds and cuts stung with the hottest fires of hell, and she yelped and cried all the way through it. Her nerves were constantly being ground on. It had been embarrassing, showering with Harley pinning her down and Vanille naked along with her. Those two were ridiculous, but . . . She was grateful. After breakfast, Kallisti had met Bernadette, who had requested her presence in the living room. It seemed that she was asking everyone to do that, and she wondered why. They couldn't stay here much longer. Sickness was abound in the entire state, and the entire land was in terrible shape. They were just going to start dropping like flies if they stayed. Her mind traveled to yesterday. Was it truly only yesterday? Was Marina still alive? Kallisti didn't feel any different, like she had after every time one of them died. Where would they go, if they did leave? Two days, at the very least, Vanille had said - but she was smarter than that. If they were lucky, things would only stay peaceful into the rest of the day. She settled into a couch with her two companions. - - - "Did you hear that? Track it, track it, TRACK IT!" The entire office was in an uproar as Lorinda watched over head, mentally biting her lip. The radio transmission had been filled with an ample amount of static and only a few words were just . . . barely made out, but it was enough to send these gorillas on the fritz. "Have you pinned a location?" "It's too encrypted, all the notes are saying the signal and radio wave don't even exist!" "Impossible, keep looking!" "One of the computers is saying that it's coming from . . . Peru?" "Goddamn, can you do nothing right?!" "No sir, sorry sir!" These people were tedious; they were giving her a headache. But she knew that voice, and she could only hope that they would never track it down. She put enough money into the system that it wouldn't fail for a long time. It was her only consolation.
( OOC :: KEKEKE. )( DAY :: 53 - 1/3 ) • ( JANUARY 21, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: LIVING ROOM )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: UNHAPPY ) [/url] Her sleep had been a restless one, but Vanille was happy that she had gotten at least two or three hours of decent sleep. Being in this house again, after everything that happened with the baglady . . . After everything that was happening . . . Where was momma? Vanille didn't know if she wanted to think about it or not, so instead, she spent the morning preparing an average breakfast for the others. A quick headcount told her many things; how long their supplies would last, who was most likely to die in their group first, and the muscle. After showing everyone to the dining room, she left to her room, which was right down the hall from . . . Oh, it was still the same. How nice. That was great. Really. It was. Twenty minutes later, Vanille slipped her iron mask back on to hide the tear-stained face and went to the basement where most of their communication operations took place. Weird, some of the things were still working . . . They had used satellite, after all - she wondered if all of the lines were dead? The dull screen reflected blue off of her mask, and she punched in numbers to one of the radio lines. This was dangerous, she knew, but . . . Private lines, there was no way these could be hacked. She decided to try the school; maybe there were people there? These connected to the speakers, and was for absolute emergency only; they had never been used before. She took a breath, and then spoke into the radio, ❝100 DAYS, this is Masked Frostie speaking, come in 100 DAYS. If you can hear, find the eagle's nest. There should be a cup-and-string in there. I repeat, a cup-and-string is in the eagle's nest. Over.❞ She set the device down and turned on one of the three backup generators. Each of them would last for four days, if used wisely. In her head, she repeated the number of hours they could be left on and the number of hours for breaks in between. The house speakers were flipped on so that, no matter where Vanille would be in the house, she would be able to hear all radio transmissions. If there really was anyone at the school, everyone would hear it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx - - - A woman with silver-white hair stood on the see-through side of a one-sided mirror, staring hard at the young, red-head woman strapped to the wooden chair. "After all of that, she still refuses to speak." she said with the tone of being impressed. "Well, she is a Lein, and the family is a very stubborn bunch." She sharply turned on her heel to stare at Captain Mont and Vice-Captain Warren, "Has there been any sign of the airship?" she asked. It was bitter to be in this situation. "These are my students, I will see them handled with care, Captain. I have done everything you have asked of me. If I hear of another one of them being tortured by Derrick, my wrath will be the least of your worries." The Captain, Blanc Mont, seemed to secretly smirk, as if he were shrugging of the 'idle' threat. "The the squadrons to continue their search in the mountains within a ten-mile radius of the Heckle's Estate. The Sario girl had to have been a distraction." he commanded, and then returned his attention to the older woman, " . . . Mrs. Lein, I do hope you understand. These children are in the way of humanity's survival. If we do not retrieve them, then we are all as good as dead." Lorinda did not say anything.
Harley sat next to the window, the dull moonlight shining on his face. It was an hour or so into his watch, and he felt more exhausted than he had since this game started. Things were never going to look up for them, were they? After a few minutes of thoughtfulness on the situation, there was a sort of . . . pang in his chest. It was extremely dull, and for a moment, he thought he might start coughing up blood again, but the warm, burning liquid never felt on his throat. Instead, he found that his throat was tightening, like he wanted to cry. Why did he want to cry? It felt like he had lost something precious to him; something from a long time ago. As a tear streaked down his face, Harley found he couldn't remember what it was.
❥Full Name: Bryan Edward Chambers ❥Appearance: ♕ ❥Age: Nineteen ❥Likes: Sports ♛ Sunshine ♛ Drawing ♛ Running ♛ The outdoors ♛ Having fun ♛ Memories ♛ Organization ♛ Sweets ❥Dislikes: Arguing ♛ Snobs ♛ Rude people ♛ Anorexia ♛ Rumors ♛ Laziness ♛ Jocks ♛ Rap music ♛ Blood ♛ Chaos ♛ Bitter things ❥Weaknesses/Fears: Allergies ( bees ) ♛ Being stung by a bee ♛ Heights ♛ Gets vertigo easily ♛ Being alone ❥Strengths/Talents: Being a diplomat ♛ Athletics ♛ Comforting people ♛ Drawing ♛ Solving problems ❥Personality: Thoughtful, caring, and open-minded, Bryan is a big brother through and through. He deals well with stressful situations, and can relate to others emotionally in any way that they need. He is protective of his campers and is little sister, Noëlle, and generally anyone younger than he is. Bryan is very athletic and loves to be outside and playing around whenever he has the free time. It annoys him when people keep secrets and don't open up to him, even though he's often secretive of his own feelings himself. One of his great loves is to draw that which accompanies his music and its mood. His best efforts are sometimes wasted on when he tries to brave his worst fears, and dislikes that he can't really overcome them, despite helping others with their fears. Other Traits: Smiley ♛ Cool-tempered ♛ Creative ♛ A little dense ♛ Understanding ♛ Sweet ❥Sexuality: Heterosexual // Bi-curious ❥Favorite Color: Dark Forest Green ( #134C07 ) ❥Instrument(s): Saxophone // Bass // Guitar // Kokyū ❥Crush?: Elisia / Sophie / Tucker ( curiosity! ) ( These are all very light crushes! ) ❥Cupid's Brew?: No. ❥Availability: See Sophie Nico Bennet. ❥Other: Bryan's height is set at about 6'3 and he is able to pick up just about anyone. #SENPAI SWAG
Vanille watched as Harley stood in the restroom, hovering over the sink. She mentally weighed all of the thick, red liquid that came out of his mouth. One ounce. Better than this morning . . . "We won't be better when you die." she said in an uncharacteristic tone, her voice plain, "It's going to get worse, isn't it?" He nodded slowly. "How is Kallisti?" he asked. "The blood flow has stopped. I'm really, really surprised she's not dead! It seems like a lot of guns were shot at her . . ." "Good." He coughed again, and then wiped his mouth, rinsing it with little Dixie cups. "I'll take first watch," he told her when he turned around. He looked really tired. Vanille frowned. The two of them walked away from the restroom and into the sleeping area. "Tempy will be lots of trouble," she commented in a whisper, "I'll keep an eye on her?" Harley sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "She's just worried about Cherno. She likes him, y'know." His voice dropped lower, "I feel for her, but we can't be dwelling on that kind of stuff for long." "Casey ~" Vanille said with a smile on her face, keeping quiet to not wake up anyone else, "It'll be alright. None of this is your fault. You couldn't have known." She patted his hair softly, "Get some sleep, 'kay? Things'll be better tomorrow." She moved over to adjust herself next to the sleeping Kallisti and Harley took a seat by one of the windows, the moonlight reflecting his tired and pale face. She closed her eyes, snuggled under one of the blankets, and fell asleep. - - - " I - don't - kn - know anything . . . " the woman gritted out, her arms, legs and back covered with lash marks. The angry flesh throbbed and the pain was enough to make her pass out, but she held on to the notion that she truly didn't know where they were. "I'm calling her bullshit. One of them is her adopted daughter, the other is her nephew, the last is her real daughter." the officer spat, "This bitch has gotta know where they are." "Peace, Warren." the captain said calmly, walking around the woman bound to the chair, resting his hands on her shoulders, "She only needs the right . . . motivation." "You b - bastards . . . Lorin - da - put you up to this, d - did she nah - not . . . ?" "I think that's the least of your problems, Lilith Lein." the captain commented as the whip was brought around once more, " You will tell us where your hideouts are."
