[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MARINA SARIO • L A T E S T ][ OOC : SCARY DEADLY ADVENTURE ][ DAY : 50 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS // ANTILUM ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ADVENTURE ] [/url] Harley pushed all of the negative thoughts out of his mind as he focused on the job. His newest partner began to explain their destination. " Antilum was a sturdily built place, " he began, still following her, " chances are, the ruins should be fairly stable and a good part of a building should be up. " Well, he didn't actually know, but it was a good stab at what the surface would look like. They stopped at the elevator shaft, and then Marina jumped down the small fall. He went down after her and then watched as she took off her suit. She didn't look good at all. He guest she was ready to die to - but not without a fight. He contemplated keeping his own suit on, but it'd be damn hard to move around in it. With a shrug, the suit came off. He grabbed the face mask from inside his discarded suit and slipped it on just as Marina did. The trip up the ladder was nerve-wracking, mostly because Harley kept thinking Marina was going to fall, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight. He kept his distance from below her, and after a long several minutes, they both pulled up to the lobby - or what was left of it. Damn. It was a real mess up here. Worse than he thought, actually, but he said nothing on the subject. He observed the jump that they would have to make. Marina was weak, would she be able to make it? " Harley, maybe you should jump first. I will climb up higher to give you room. " He nodded up at her as she went a few notches higher. He nimbly climbed and then gauged the distance he would have to jump in order to make it. Think parkour, he told himself. You've made scarier jumps than this. With a deep breath, he prepped himself, and then violently pushed off the wall and then - ah, ****. Hanging on the ledge. The carpet became clutched under his hands as he swung up his other hand to put it on the ledge. He rested there for a second, not looking down or making himself paranoid. A moment later and Harley pulled himself up with ease, finally sitting on the ledge. This would be easier for Marina, he'd definitely be able to catch her. " Your turn. " he murmured gently, holding out his arms, " Take a deep breath and push off of the wall as hard as you can. I'll catch you. Promise. " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MARINA SARIO • L A T E S T ][ OOC : N/A ][ DAY : 50 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CONFLICTED ] [/url] In reply to his question, Marina nodded slowly. " I do. I am leaving as we speak. " Perfect. He'd go with h - " Mr. Jackson, it is probably best if you remain down here. You do not want to be exposed to all of this. " She gestured to herself in the suit. " It is quite bad up there. " Despite that, she pushed a bag towards him, " You will need to put that on once we get to the elevator shaft, should you decide to come with. " She discourages him, but gives him the bag. Okay, then. Harley was conflicted whether or not he should go with her. He only had a limited amount of time left anyway. There was no way he was going to win this game. Of course not. He shrugged. If he was exposed to all of that stuff up there, it'd be fine. He looked over his shoulder at their party. Stuff was already being moved to the new camp. Vanille watched him with a wary eye and he could tell she was trying not to shake her head or cry. He sighed. Theo needed to get better - and if Marina died up there, then he'd have no direction to go for the medicine. Harley slipped on the suit, and then gave a few quiet directions to Vanille. She looked at him with teary eyes, but all he could do was pat her head. He bid a goodbye to the rest of the main party and set off after Marina. He wondered what the surface looked like after all of the bombings. He'd know when they got up there. " D'you know where we're headed? " he asked Marina quietly, when he caught up with her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : HERE • L A T E S T ][ OOC : N/A ][ DAY : 50 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : HMM ] [/url] Huh. No keys. Okay, that made sense. These trucks were down here, hidden under Antilum, the super high-tech palace of medicine. They were probably code-activated. Damn. They didn't have codes. He bet that Theo had them, but every moment that passed, the kid was dying. What a situation. " Vas is das? " Bernie said from the next truck, after Harley had gotten out of his, and he made his way over to her. She was looking at a small control panel with numbered keys that was near the steering wheel. He was right; they needed a code to activate these trucks - and Theo probably had them. Damn sick kid. " We should probably move here. The old storage spot is lighter so it will be easier to bring the few supplies there to here. Plus we're going to need more minds for figuring out what to do with these trucks. If we can even do anything with them. " Harley leaned out of the truck to look at John. He was right. It would be a good idea to move here. They didn't have to walk so far anyway . . . " Alright. We'll return to camp and start moving things over here. " Elliot had mentioned something about a medicine that Theo needed. They didn't have that medicine. Would it put him in a better condition? He hoped so. They needed to find that medicine, otherwise Harley would never be able to die. Arriving back at camp seemed shorter than the trip to the truck area. " We found trucks, and supplies. " he announced, " But the trucks need codes, and I'm sure Little Welder there has them, but he's pretty dead right now, so we're not gonna be able to use the trucks. John suggested we move camp to there - it's not far - so we'll be able to get the code and use the trucks to get out of here . . . " He looked at Marina, " You plan to go back to the surface to get this . . . medicine for Theo, right? " he asked her, and then Vanille began directing people to grab their dwindling supplies and moving it to the storage area after getting the directions. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
( OOC :: N/A )( DAY :: 50 - 2/3 ) • ( JANUARY 18, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: TUNNELS )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: QUIET ) [/url] When Harley came back with the others, there were two more . . . Marina, and a smaller girl with her. Vanille kept her quiet but pursed her lips. Of course she wanted to be able to feed them, and she was more than happy that they were alive, but their supplies was . . . stretched thin enough as it were. She began to calculate and ration their supplies in her mind; earlier, she had told Quin they had enough for one weeks, but with Marina and the other girl joining them . . . Seven days went down to four. Oh. It seemed they had food and other supplies in the bags. Make that five days. She sighed. Over to the side, out of the majority of attention was Little Principessa and Tommy, whispering to one and other. Aye, cap'n, there seems to be a mutiny a-brewin'! She giggled to herself at the thought then figured there was nothing to worry about so long as she kept and eye one them. ❝Where - Where is Benjamin?❞ Marina asked. Vanille looked around at the others, calling the name Benjamin to her mind. Oh, right. He wasn't down here with them. For the last four days, there hadn't been a trace of him, either. Was he dead? It was hard to say for sure since none of them had been to the surface. He could still be alive. With all of those bombings? Not a chance. She frowned. ❝He's not here.❞ she said calmly, ❝He might be somewhere else, hiding out.❞ She wanted to leave it at that, really, she did! But with their super bleak situation . . . She wanted to tell no lies and what was most probably the truth. ❝He's probably dead.❞ She bit her lip, not waiting for the reaction and turning her tattooed back on the others. Hopefully, Harley, John, and Bernie's trip was fruitful. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : N/A • L A T E S T ][ OOC : N/A ][ DAY : 50 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CAUTIOUS ] [/url] After making sure that the others were well situated, Harley started walking down the tunnel again with Bernie and John in tow. Now that they had found that there was pretty much nothing ( so far as they knew ) down the right tunnel, it was time to try the left and hope that they came across something useful. If they didn't find more supplies soon . . . Again, they came to the fork in the path and Harley didn't bother pausing to look at the others, his direction turned to the right corridor and he was walking down it. This tunnel was oddly large compared to most of the others, which were just open enough for walking space. He almost felt like a . . . a truck could drive through these halls. On the thought, his footsteps began to quicken. About twenty minutes later, there seemed to be a relatively bright light ahead and Harley stopped to observe it for a long moment. Was there someone down here? He reached for his knife and slowly began to walk towards the light. Why else would there be lights down here if it wasn't for anyone else? His heart rate began to steadily speed up as they reached a corner. He motioned for the others to stop while he sidled against the walk towards the edge of the wall, around which the light was shining brighter. Cautiously, he poked out his nose, and then his cheek, and then more until his neck was hugging the corner. The space after the corner was . . . like a small warehouse's inside. There were lots of boxes and other things, but sitting to one side were three trucks. Storage trucks. Before he let his excitement get to him, he gazed around the area a little more, scouting for any other people that might be there. When he saw that the coast was clear ( hopefully ), he signed to Bernie and John for following. His footsteps were quiet and careful as he made his away across the open room, keeping his eyes peeled for any other movement besides theirs. After what seemed like a long eternity, he reached the trucks and took a peek inside one of them. Empty. Perfect. " Wonder if they've got keys. " he said to the others, looking around. He reached for the handle of the door, and to his surprise, it opened. " Not locked. " he said, slightly suspicious. He then climbed inside and began to search for keys, leaving the door opened, " Help me find keys, " he said, " then we can see if there's anything in the back. More supplies would be great. " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MARINA SARIO // HEIDI • L A T E S T ][ OOC : AUGH, HEADACHE . . . ][ DAY : 50 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CAUTIOUS ] [/url] Harley was ready to pounce as he heard footsteps walk closer and he nodded his head to John to cock his gun. A few more seconds . . . and . . . AUGH. LIGHT. BURRRRNS. " Goddamn, will you flash that thing somewhere else?! " he hissed. " Why Mr. Jackson, is that any way to treat someone who comes bearing gifts? " came a familiar, sultry, yet tired voice. " . . . Marina? " he asked as her figure came into view. What was she . . . A bio-hazard suit? Oh, they had bags with them. Them? He peeked around Marina in the suit and saw a smaller girl . . . What was her name again? Hilda . . . Hima . . . Hayden . . . Heidi. That was it. " Would you boys be ever so kind to carry these? It has been a long trip and I am rather tired. " Marina said, and Harley smoothly flicked his knife into his pocket and motioned for John to put his gun away. " Nice to see you're still kickin'. " he said to Marina, grabbing the bags they held out. He was about to ask what was with the suit, but Bernie got to it first, and the girl replied, " . . . You got radiation poisoning? " he said cautiously. The surface must have been pretty bad. He looked to Bernie, then to John. Sighing he motioned for the two girls to follow, " We were just heading back to camp anyway. " he told them, and began to walk. " If you've got medical supplies, The Doc'll probably want to see them. Little Welder's on the death bed for the time being, so maybe you've got something that'll help? " he said with a shrug, walking. He was exaggerating. Things down here had made him a little more cynical, but they were mostly alright. Though, this meant they wouldn't be able to go down the other path yet. They'd have to drop off the girls and then go back. From what he could tell, it was still pretty early in the day so they'd be alright on time. After another walk that seemed like hours, they arrived back at camp with Kallisti pointing her bow at them. " Alright Huntress of the Mighty Forest, " he said sarcastically, " it's just us. We picked up a couple of waywards. " " . . . Marina? " Kallisti said, moving out of the way for the small party. Harley laughed and then went to Elliot, " Think they've got medical supplies in there, might wanna check. " He turned to John and Bernie, " As for us, we should probably head back out to check that other path, eh? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : N/A }{ DAY : 50 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 18, 2013 } • { LOCATION : TUNNELS }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : ALERT } [/url] xxxxxxxxx❝Ten, night, eight, seven . . .xxxxxxxxxxxx It's all for naught, there is no heaven.xxxxxxxxxx Six, five, four, three . . . Stop.❞Kallisti knew people would be looking at her ( more those from Bellhurst ) when Vanille gave her a bow, but she was grateful for it. She had been given a spot in the group that only she could keep - unless one of the others just so happened to pop up with absolutely fantastic archery skills. The only person who had shown any disdain for the fact that she'd been given a bow was John, and she could care less about what The God Kisser thought. She had quietly kept her distance from the others after the small scout party had left. Her place for now was standing at the corridor which they went down, prepared to shoot at any given time. The amount of arrows she had was completely generous and if she wanted to, she could waste twenty and still have enough for a week or so. She'd not be able to take all of them with her, she knew that, but it would be good for them if they found a storage truck or something. That was her hope; vehicles. With a sigh, she looked over her shoulder at Vanille, who was making her quiet rounds to check if everyone was alright. The small girl had a great change in demeanor since they'd arrived down here, and Kallisti didn't know if she liked that or not. She passed in front of her vision and then her blue eyes landed on Madeline and Thomas, who were sitting too close together for her comfort. She rolled her eyes. Whatever. If Thomas was willing to take a bullet for Madeline, then that was all that mattered. The boy was so damned smitten that he couldn't see past his nose anyway. " How are we doing? " she asked Vanille quietly as the smaller girl took a spot beside her. " Theodore is still out . . . " she murmured, slightly fretful, " He needs to wake up soon. Elliot seems to be doing everything he can, but it's not enough. " A sigh. " At least, at our pace, we'll have enough food and water to last us one more week. Considering how much everyone eats, I should be right in it. " Kallisti sighed along with her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : BERNIE // JOHN QUINCY // ??? • L A T E S T ][ OOC : WAS WATCHING RISE OF THE GUARDIANS WITH MAKAZE. ][ DAY : 50 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CAUTIOUS ] [/url] Bernie's accent was pretty strong, but he understood what she said. John had yet to say anything, so he was about to head left, until he actually . . . said something. " I say we go right. Then double back if we're wrong. It would take too long to go in one end and then turn around to explore the other. Time is of the essence and we should keep on a straight and narrow path. Much easier to remember, even if I have the shells as our bread crumbs. " Ooookay. Harley rolled his eyes when he started walking with an assurance in his step. If he was wrong, Harley would be tempted to clock him one and mock is 'time is of the essence' when he wasted it by taking them down the wrong path. He looked at Bernie and then shrugged, following The Clergyman. They walked for another thirty minutes and the path was so unkempt, Harley wondered why anyone bothered using these damned tunnels in the first place. There were places where even he couldn't touch the ceiling, and then where they all had to crouch to move through. Eventually, he came to a stop and sighed. " Far enough down this path. " he said to the other two, " We haven't found anything, and if we keep walking, we're going to waste more time and energy. " He turned around and started walking again. " We should get back to the fork and go down the left path, just to see if there's anything that way. " And this time, without waiting for either of them, he began to walk. " . . . iot! The . . . ! . . . listi! Har . . .! . . . jamin! Cherno . . . ! " Harley stopped and looked over his shoulder, then at the other two. Shit. Who was that? It was a girl. What girl? He reached for his knife and motioned John to get his gun. " . . . Elliot! " That voice was familiar. He looked at the other two, going deep into thought. It wasn't someone looking for them, was it? Who'd known that they'd been at Antilum besides all of the employees and servants? Even then, how many of them knew that there were tunnels down here? He took a few cautious steps forward, turning to John, " You'd better pray for our souls, Clergyman. " he said, slightly teasingly, " Who's there? " he called out flicking open his knife and pointing his dim flashlight at the ground. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
DIVERNIRE BY LUDOVICO EINAUDI
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : BERNIE // JOHN QUINCY • L A T E S T ][ OOC : TREK TREK TREK TREK . . . ][ DAY : 50 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT ] [/url] Vanille pointed out that they needed one more person to go, and Madeline had automatically counted herself out. He didn't know why Kallisti liked her. He rolled his eyes. For a long moment, he didn't think anyone else was going to step up, but then the blonde German girl stood. What was her name again? He didn't think he'd caught it. She was fairly attractive, but he didn't really care about that at the moment. Oh, right. Bernie was her name. He hoped she was useful for their little expedition and that she wouldn't fall behind. It wasn't because she was a girl, he thought the same of John, too. " Alright then, " he said, grabbing two pocket knives and flashlight that Vanille handed him and a sack of food that was just enough for the three of them, " We'll be off. Wish us luck. " Harley nodded at Bernie and John, and then began to walk and scout the distance that they were going from their current camp to any destination they might find. It was dark, but Harley didn't want to risk their being found, so when he turned on the flashlight, he dimmed it down and tossed to other, slightly smaller ones to John and Bernie. " Make sure you don't turn them on unless we need it. " he told them diplomatically. With the lights dim, they could barely see five feet in front of them. They walked for a long time, it felt like, but soon, they came to a fork in the path. He stopped and wheeled around at the others, " Which way do you think we should go? " he asked them. An hour had probably passed an in another two or so, they'd have to stop and eat, then get going again, and then take the trip back to camp. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
( OOC :: SURVIVAL, YAY )( DAY :: 50 - 1/3 ) • ( JANUARY 18, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: TUNNELS )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: AWARE ) [/url] Vanille had been doing everything in her power to make sure that they were all surviving. Since she was trained thoroughly in it, she knew there was a time and place to eat, and to sleep. Every few hours, she would take an exact twenty-seven minute nap, and when they would all sleep, she would take the middle shift in watch, taking three hours of sleep before, and three hours of sleep after. She was going to survive this. Whether any of the others would too, she hoped so . . . She was so terrified of the thought of being alone down here . . . Vanille had known that these tunnels had existed but had only ever had extreme minimal access to them, so their layout was foggy in her mind. Theodore was their only real hope of proper navigation. She adjusted the thick bandages that covered her chest and only her chest. The rest of her tattoos were visible to the rest of the party, but she didn't care anymore. The black tribal marks that circled her belly button and a good portion of her back were meaningful to her - not that she had any say so in when they were put. There were a few on her legs, too and on the back of her hands and wrists. Basically, she was a canvas. The others didn't say anything, though, and she was glad for that. Her clothing was minimal so that she could move around more easily, unlike some of the others. ❝I - I hope . . . Yes, he will. Has to.❞ Elliot said in reply to Harley's question. She hoped so, and soon. Weapons had been available to them and she was grateful for being able to restock on what she needed and sharpen all of her small knives and keep track of small bombs and other such things. She had made sure a proper bow was issued to Quin so that she could be of use beside keeping calm. Vanille really did want the others to live, but if their party didn't get smaller soon . . . She looked to Harley; he would be minus one. Taking one of the team. It made tears well up in her eyes, but would let no one else see. At John's suggestion of a search party, she immediately stepped up. ❝I will g - ❞ ❝I'll go.❞ Harley said, cutting her off, and she frowned at him, ❝Vanille, it'd be better for you to stay here and keep an eye on things.❞ She looked pleadingly at him, but he shook his head, silently telling her that he was on his last limbs for this game. This game. Mom was probably dead. Everyone else she knew was probably dead. Dead. This game was terrible, terrible! She looked around; they were just a bunch of kids, trying to get by with a bag lady after them. Terrible. ❝Fine.❞ she said with a pout. ❝I'll stay here.❞ someone else said, and Vanille looked to see. Madeline. Of course she wouldn't go anywhere. Little Principessa wouldn't get her hands dirty, would she? Cagna. Well, at least she would be able to keep Quin company. ❝You need one more person.❞ Vanille pointed out. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : MANY • L A T E S T ][ OOC : THIS SHOULD BE FUN ][ DAY : 50 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 18, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ] [/url] Four days. Theo was sick. Their supplies was slowly running out. The tunnels were too damned confusing without a map, though they'd managed to stay relatively un-lost. What they would run into next was a complete mystery, and without their guide, who was sick and practically dead, they had no real way to know if they were on a good course of survival or not. Harley wondered how the people who weren't underground were doing. Surely, some people had died in those first four bombings when they came down here. Since all of the phones were dead, no one outside could be contacted. He sighed as they were sitting against one of the tunnel walls while taking a short rest. They were all pretty calm, but it wouldn't be this easy for long. Pretty soon, they were gonna be picked off, one by one, and then what? Since their supplies would be out within a matter of time, some of them were just going to have to sacrifice. Harley already had plans. He was a planner, a complex thinker and manipulator, but other than strength and skill, he was no real use to their survival. Theo could easily take his place since he knew the underground better and seemed to be good in making plans. Harley's usefulness would run out its course soon, and then he'd only drag the others down. He already knew that, and was prepared to take steps to remove himself from the picture. No suicide was one of the rules, but he'd already talked it over with Vanille. She didn't like it. He didn't like it. And they were keeping it a secret from the rest of the group. When he was done, she would do him in. And he was fine with that; he'd already made his peace with the decision. " We should get moving again, soon. " he said to the others, " Elliot, how's Theo's condition? Any chance of him being alive and useful again? " The faster Theo got better, the sooner Harley could get out of here. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
27 [ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : N/A • L A T E S T ][ OOC : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ][ DAY : 46 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 14, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : ELEVATOR // TUNNELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ALERT ] [/url] He'd heard them before he'd felt them. Harley thought they were going to have just a bit of a break this morning, but apparently not. At least he'd gotten in a shower and a bit of food before they all had to run off before they were killed. He, Kallisti and Vanille had gotten into and elevator with whoever else had decided to join them and then Vanille, who seemed to have the best memory of all of them, pressed the 'T' button and then the exact code that Theo had given them, 459216. This was obviously the beginning of hell. After this, nothing was going to be the same, and they were all going to have to survive - with or without each other. Every man for himself? He liked those odds. Surviving on his own wouldn't be too hard and he wasn't worried about himself; it was some of the others, like Vanille he was worried for. He sighed as the elevator started to go down. There was a tense and heavy silence in the pod elevator, but as long as it was moving, Harley didn't care about the conversation. Theo said something about going underground, didn't he? Underground would be safer, for sure. It was quiet when the elevator opened . . . And a little cold. Antilum wasn't normal so Harley didn't know what to expect when they got down there. Just like the kid told them to, they walked down the tunnels waiting for something else to happen. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
29 { TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : ANTILUM WOULD BE A COOL PLACE }{ DAY : 46 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 14, 2013 } • { LOCATION : THE LOFT }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : HMM } More people were beginning to wake up, and it appeared that their host hadn't slept at all last night. She knew paranoia was abound, but staying up all night had been a foolish move. Still, with them all being in Antilum, it was more than a bad idea to speak up against him. Madeline had woken up in a rather good mood, and Kallisti smiled at her short greeting. She checked her phone to see that Marina had replied. Hmm. A fool am I?I suppose that sounds fairly accurate.I am currently still alive as you can tell.I plan to face whomever this woman may be.I do not think it is Crestatia, but whomever it may be wants us,and I do not intend to wait for a mob to find us.Take care,~Lady Marina I'd appreciate it if you kept me posted.Curious to see if your trek is worthwhile, as I may just make it myself.If anything goes on here, I'll be sure to message you on our status.Best of luck to you, fool. The rest of the court will be waiting for your return.- Quin After discovering that showering and clothing would be on the eleventh floor, she ripped off what was left of her tanned pantyhose and left the loft, taking the elevator down. Quiet music played over the speaker and it was good to know that Antilum was still running smoothly for the time being. She couldn't remain here long; none of them could. They would have to prepare ahead for the worst case scenario; being on the run. She wondered how many of them were training in fighting and lethal weaponry. It was an extremely uncommon thing in this day and age, and she herself had no fighting skill whatsoever - but, she was fairly decent with a bow. About half and hour later, she was drying off her hair and slipping into a pair of black leggings, dark gray running shorts, and a black shirt. She looked at her discarded dress longingly. It was very pretty, wasn't it? It was a shame she no longer needed it . . . Perhaps she would take it back to the loft and stash it with her coat and shoes. Theodore had said not to wander about too much, but she was curious to see what kind of experiments they ran in this giant, modern laboratory. Perhaps some exploring would do her well later. Surely they would have weapons in this building, wouldn't they? It was a bit silly, and maybe she was getting worked up over nothing, but she'd rather be armed with something she was at least competent with using. She had proven that competence by ending Abigail Rider's life. Not that she cared about that, anymore. She'd come to find that she rather disliked Abigail anyway for her too-soft personality and dislike of confrontation. Weak girl. The food had already been properly delivered when Kallisti returned to the loft, and she fixed herself a decent plate of breakfast foods and a mug of hot tea. After eating, she spoke to one of the servants about weaponry in the building, and he looked at her with extreme suspicion, " Yes, I do intend to kill every human being in this building . . . with a bow. " she had told him sarcastically, and he looked at her with disgust, only making her smile smugly. The servant had decided against telling her anything and she shrugged, making a note to ask Theodore before the day was out. Crestatia, if you have any sort of benevolence in you - and I suspect you don't - then you'll be willing to strike a bargain with me when the time comes. Suddenly, Antilum shook violently after a distant whistling sound was heard. Oh, no. The bombs were staring up again - this was not good. Not good. They were on the twenty-fifth floor, and if the bomb hit near this building, surely it would come crashing down. She suddenly had little faith in its steely-looking architecture. Trying to keep her nerves, she looked frantically around the room to see Harley ( freshly showered ) grab Vanille from the balcony and start directing everyone to get away from the windows. They couldn't stay up here. Outside the windows, the sky goes dark, and - oh. This wasn't looking good at all. That bow sounded nice right now, not that she'd be able to do anything with it. Probably. Theodore told them they had to use the elevators. Haha. She had a REALLY bad feeling about using them, but what choice did they have? Kallisti was hurrying out of the loft with Harley and Vanille behind her. Before she was completely gone, she urgently called for Madeline to hurry along with them. They reached the elevators and stepped inside them, waiting just a few minutes for anyone else who was going to hurry.
( OOC :: SIGH. )( DAY :: 46 - 1/3 ) • ( JANUARY 14, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: BALCONY )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: ALERT // CHEERFUL ) [/url] ❝Good morning . . . What was your name, again?❞ Vanille cocked her head to the side, but really didn't blame him for not remembering. Last night was the first time they'd ever talked, and with everything that happened . . . ❝Vanille.❞ she replied as brightly as possible. He looked tired. Maybe he should sleep. ❝I was just looking out for . . . any bombs, I guess. Or anything else. Have you eaten? Today is bound to be a long day, so . . .❞ She shrugged in return. ❝Nope, haven't eaten yet. I can go a while without it.❞ Ironically, her tummy grumbled quietly at her, and she recalled the last time she ate anything substantial. The night before last. Agh, she'd forgotten to eat yesterday! She palmed her eye sockets slightly violently, as if trying to knock it into her brain that she needed to eat at least once every day. ❝We're not gonna be able to stay here forever.❞ she murmured uncharacteristically, ❝Others will be looking for us, and once they get wind that most of us are cooped up in here, they'll be after us . . .❞ It was a scary thought, but she could survive. There wasn't really much to say for the other though. She scrunched up her nose at their lack of abilities. ❝We should all get food and talk about our next move.❞ she said, patting him on the head playfully and smiling. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
KENASTON BY CHILLY GONZALES
LADS AND LASSIES, THE FASHION POLICE SPEAKS!
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : MESSAGE IS TO MARINA }{ DAY : 46 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 14, 2013 } • { LOCATION : THE LOFT }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : QUIET } [/url] xxxxxxxx❝Ten, night, eight, seven . . .xxxxxxxxxxxx It's all for naught, there is no heaven.xxxxxxxxx Six, five, four, three . . . Stop.❞It seemed far too dark outside for the morning time, and when her eyes had first opened, she wondered if it had been the middle of the night. She was sitting straight up on the couch, and in her lap was Madeline's head, sleeping still, breathing softly. Kallisti bit her lip. Come to think of it . . . She hadn't truly been angry or upset with Madeline at all. It was this game, it was Crestatia . . . And some of the others, of course. She hated people, it was just a natural thing, but these people . . . She had once wanted to be close with all of them, to be friends with all of them, but only one person could win this game; only one person could come into true existence. To be honest, Kallisti didn't know if she wanted that or not. If she did indeed win, that means Madeline wouldn't be with her, and how badly did she really want to win, anyway? It would be absolutely fantastic to get far, sure, but what was it worth, in the end? Everyone else in this game would be dead. She would have killed a few of them herself. Her final resolve was to survive as long as she could, and no one, not even the wretched Crestatia, could ask her for anymore. She looked down at the soft, sleeping face. Madeline was very pretty . . . And a little too thin. Kallisti had noticed that about her, not too long ago. What did she intend to gain by being this skinny? She would be far more pretty with a little more meat on her, and far more healthy. Hmhm . . . Kallisti leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. Off, not too far away, she saw a half-naked Vanille walking onto a balcony. Gently, Kallisti raised Madeline's head and laid it on a cushion from the couch. Someone had given them all blankets overnight, and since it was a tad too cold in the loft ( due to most of the mirrors being shattered ), Kallisti draped hers onto Madeline and then gave a wide stretch. After the hectic events of last night, she felt a little sore and wished she had a change of clothing, too. She wondered if Marina was still alive. You had better still be alive, you fool.If you don't mind, tell me what this plan of yours is.I'm quite interested in it, and your well-being.- Quin She sighed as she set her phone down and looked at herself in a mirror after grabbing an apple. She was tired. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
DAY 46January 14th, Monday ( OOC :: LET THE HELL . . . BEGIN !! )( DAY :: 46 - 1/3 ) • ( JANUARY 14, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: ANTILUM )( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: HERE ) [/url] Vanille woke up that gray morning, practically snuggled in Harley's lap. How embarrassing! She had to wiggle out of his protective hold in order not to wake him, but had somehow managed to do it. So far, everyone still seemed to be alive. A new girl had appeared, a blonde with blue eyes and fair skin. She was pretty. Was she one of them, too? Haha. One of them. They weren't mutants or anything - buuuuut considering what had happened, they might as well have been. Outcasts from the world, abandoned by God. By Buddha. By every other major god she could think of. What was gonna happen now? It'd be a lie for her to say she wasn't at least a little scared, but she knew that she had to suck it up. If Vanilla Frosty was anything, it was a survivor. She found a mirror on the other side of the loft and went to look at herself in it. Aaaaah, her face . . . Her small, slender fingers ran up to trail down her cheek where the blindingly obvious X-mark was. The rest of her tattoos were on her torso and back, so they were all hidden by her frilly cream dress. She looked tired. Her eyes were a little bloodshot. Even her dress looked tired! It needed to go; she'd not be able to get anything accomplished in this frilly thing . . . Pretty much everyone else around her was asleep, so she tore off the dress. Hidden underneath was a pair of black, spandex shorts with a utility belt attached to it. Her slim belly was revealed and then her chest was covered by a thick wrapping of white bandages, in which an assort of small knives were stashed. She shook out her hair and then grabbed a hairband from seemingly nowhere and pulled up her short, semi-long hair into a bun. She sighed, and the childish look that always seemed to have itself settled on her face kind of . . . disappeared. Whatever was coming, she would be ready for it. Vanille began to search around for Theodore Weldon, wondering if he had gone back to his own room or not. That would have been preeeeeeetty crappy if he did, leaving the rest of them in the slightly-uncomfortable loft, but she checked around before finding him awake on one of the balconies. He hadn't slept all night?! ❝You're still awake.❞ she said from next to him, ❝Why?❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
MIRROR MARU BY CASHMERE CAT
