{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SORRY FOR MOVING SO SLOW, HAVEN'T BEEN FEELING WELL. }{ DAY : 51 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 19, 2013 } • { LOCATION : KITCHEN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SIGH } The night had been long and filled with restlessness. The only clear thing that she could think about was the fact that Madeline was not here, in safety, with them. She had been trapped, along with the rest of the Theodore's truck, in the tunnels. Had they been crushed when it closed off? It was best not to think about it, so for the remainder of the day, she kept herself busy by checking, grouping, and gathering supplies for their leave. It was clear that they were unable to stay at this secluded mansion for anything more than a few days. Their situation was looking more grim by the hour, but they had to keep it up if they wanted to survive. Kallisti had been secluding herself from the others, but what she wanted more than anything at the moment was human company to keep her warm. She wanted Madeline. It was bad to want Madeline. Bad. She sighed. The kitchen had been filled with voices, and she followed them to find, Bernadette, Cherno, Casey, and Vanille. It seemed that something was cooking. Oh, food. Wonderful. She supposed. A conversation about their next location ensued, and then there was a commotion at the stairs, " Marina! " echoed Casey's voice after he rushed out of the room, " Marina, are you alright?! " Kallisti couldn't bring herself to move, to see if the girl was alright. Her condition was bad, terrible - hopeless, even. There was nothing to do about her. " We must think of places to go, other shelter to seek, " she said to the others, " Even if we must, splitting into small groups may be a decent idea. " In truth, one of those groups - the one she might be in - would be a search party, to find those still trapped in the tunnels . . . [ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HERE • L A T E S T ][ LOCATION : STAIRS // COUCH ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS ] " I think I might know a place we could stay! " Vanille chirped, the sound slightly echoing behind her iron-made mask. Harley might have been thinking of the same location, who knew, but he wasn't really paying attention because he had been out of the room with Casey, going to Marina's aid. Harley kneeled at Marina's side as she was held in Casey's arms. He would much rather be holding her, but she wasn't a rag doll, and he didn't plan to yank her around. The back of his hand went to her forehead; burning - hot. " It's the radiation sickness, " he told Casey. He suddenly wished Elliot was here - the little doctor would know what to do, but whether or not the kid was alive, he didn't know. Not just for Marina, but for himself, too. The morning had been crap; Harley didn't know how long he had spent in the restroom, chucking up his guts and at least five ounces of blood, but it was a hell of a long time. It had been a **** idea to take off that suit, but there was no way in hell they would have gotten back to Theo in time with the medicine. Their mission had been successful, but now he was paying the price - and it was just a matter of time. But Marina wanted him to live, and he still had a good few weeks left in him, but not much longer than that. " We should move her, " he told Casey, and then gently grabbed her frail body from his arms and lifted her up, placing her on a nearby couch seconds later, " Not sure how much longer she's gonna last . . . Marina, you in there? " He moved a wisp of hair out of her face and then listened to the conversation in the kitchen from her side. She began to say something to Casey, but he didn't hear a single word of it. " There's a house in the mountains that I know how to get to. And it's fortified against bombings and such, and it also has a small tunnel system! " Vanille explained, " But it would definitely be a bad idea to head there all at once, too, too suspicious . . . What do you all think? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
POLL'S UP. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO VOTE FOR TWO ENTRIES. DO NOT VOTE FOR MORE THAN TWO ENTRIES. @LOXARE :: YOU WERE LATE, BUT SINCE I'M LATE TOO, I'M LETTING IT SLIDE. PLEASE DO NOT POST THAT INSVP THING IN ONE OF MY CONTEST THREADS AGAIN. OR ANY OF MY OTHER THREADS FOR THAT MATTER; IT'S VERY ANNOYING. THANK YOU.
( OOC :: WOO, WE'RE BACK UP !! )( DAY :: 51 - 1/3 ) • ( JANUARY 19, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: HECKLE'S ESTATE // LIVING ROOM )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: WARY // WEARY // THING'S AREN'T SAFE! ) [/url] Vanille spend the better part of the night staying up and watching over the rest of their shrunken group. Of course she knew it was the most perfect time to get a good night's rest, but she was really too alert for it! Well, at least she'd been able to get a few good hours of rest, even if all of it wasn't sleep. To keep her hands and focus busy, she had decided to create a mask out of a thin piece of scrap steel alloy that had been in the back of one of the . . . the two supplies trucks. They were really lucky to have all of that stuff, but . . . but . . . Theodore Weldon's truck hadn't made it. A sniff sounded at the thought. An hour or so later, dawn had cracked and the group was slowly but surely stirring awake. Some of them wouldn't be up for hours more, but Casey seemed to be up and about, making sure they were all well taken care of. As well as they could be. In this . . . situation. She sniffed again, and then looked at her finished product of a mask. It was a bit of a sorry excuse for one, but she was slightly proud of it and herself for being so resourceful in this situation. After inspecting the edges of the hand-crafted mask and making sure her face wouldn't be cut on any of the edges, she slipped it on and sighed, the cool steel pressing against her face. After asking one of the servants, sleeveless white under armor had been provided for her, the neckline reaching just up to below her chin. At least her clothes didn't restrict her movement, and that was all she could ask for! What to do now . . . They definitely wouldn't be able to stay here forever; sooner or later, they'd be found out and the servants would be killed for helping them. She began to think of possible locations from Coy City to Spokesand, on the other side of the state. They could even go North, out of the country to Frankhover . . . Or to the state south of them . . . There were hideouts all over the state and country that she knew of, but there was a pretty good chance that more than half of them were destroyed! Mom would know what to do, for sure . . . She sniffed again. Was mom even okay? What did it matter . . . None of them really existed anyway. She patted her own shoulder after thinking that - it was just no way to think! They would definitely need a backup plan for when they left here. Would they split up. No, no, no, that was not a good idea! She would have to find mom. It was good to have an after plan. She mentally routed the way to the hidden estate in the mountain forest. If it wasn't destroyed, they could go there for a while . . . On another side of the room, she heard rustling, and she looked up. The light reflected off of dull blonde hair. Oh, it was Bernie; she was awake. ❝Good morning, Bernie!❞ she said in a half-whisper, taking a seat next to the girl, ❝How'd you sleep, you alright?❞ ❢xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
THAT PINK THEME WAS A NIGHTMARE ON MY POOR, VERY SENSITIVE EYES. UPSIDE DOWN; NOT BAD, STAFF.
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►► East: Garbage Can
I DON'T LIKE RIKU'S HAIR BEING SHORTER, BUT LIKE MISTY SAID, IT DOES FIT HIS DDD MODEL. I'M KIND OF HOPING THAT IT'LL GROW BACK OUT BY THE TIME KINGDOM HEARTS III ROLLS AROUND? PROBABLY WISHFUL THINKING. I THINK ONE OF THE REASONS HIS HAIR WAS GROWN OUT SO LONG BY THE TIME WE SAW HIM IN KINGDOM HEARTS II WAS TO SHOW THE PASSAGE OF TIME BETWEEN CHAIN OF MEMORIES AND THE AFOREMENTIONED. I KNOW THAT IN THE OLD CHINESE CULTURE, CUTTING OFF THEIR BRAIDS WAS SOMETHING LIKE DISOWNING THEIR HOMELAND AND REMOVING THEIR PAST, WHICH IS SIMILAR TO WHAT BENJIZZ SAID.
ICE BOX BY THERE FOR TOMORROW
►► Northeast: Bench DAMN, THAT DOOR WAS A SLIGHTLY BAD CHOICE. BAD SAXIMA.
* NEVER PLAYS A FINAL FANTASY GAME EXCEPT FOR XIII * * DANCES AWAY * I THINK A GOOD QUARTERING MIGHT DO THOSE CRITICS IN. MAYBE A GOOD, LONG NAP IN AN IRON MAIDEN AS WELL.
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HI. I GUESS. A LITTLE LATE, BUT I DON'T MIND.
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AVATAR: 6/10 SIGNATURE: 4/10
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LOL AT PEOPLE TRYING TO EXPLAIN THEIR ACTIONS AND THE SPAMZONE ITSELF IN THE SPAMZONE.
NIGHTMARES BY TONY MAHONEY CHILLIN' OUT AFTER CLEANING UP AFTER HURRICANE SAXIMA. SO GREAT.
AAAH DINNY THEY'RE SO CUTE YES, EVERYONE PERSON WHO ENTERS IS ALLOWED TO HAVE TWO ENTRIES.
