◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: --- ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc: ◢ He felt nothing. He saw nothing. He simply sat in the shadows of his computer chair, in his vacant, dilapidated home, the glare of the computer screen providing the only light in the darkness. The windows were boarded shut. The doors were all closed. His face was obscured in the grey, and it was as if he was not even there. Fuck it if he would go to school today. Though his head, and really, his entire being, seemed virtually invisible and a part of the lingering shadows, the flickering screen of his computer showed an image of the e-mail he received so many days ago. So many days ago and the effects it already produced. It seemed as if it had been open in a window for a while -- for a few hours. Unmoving. Static. For a long while, the room bore the same characteristics as the e-mail's state on the screen. Out of the shadows, in front of the computer screen, emerged a hand -- pale, with ambiguous crimson stains near the fingertips. Cherno slowly moved his hand, spiderlike, over to his phone, feeling his way around in the darkness. The hand retreated back into the shadows, as Cherno typed away a text message to Johnathan. Then, once more, there was the horrible, pounding scream of silence. The only friend Cherno had in this house.
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◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: contemplative ▣ interaction: johnathan anthony ▣ ooc:◢ Pffffffffffffft. John's jokes. Well. The non-religious ones. Okay. The religious ones were funny as well. That guy had a good sense of humour - especially when remembering their inside jokes of typos when they were younger. Cherno picked up the Rubik's cube from Johnathan's hand and he politely thanked him. Sometimes he wondered if Johnathan's incessant religious nagging of people unfamiliar to him was simply a trollish ruse. A moment later, he watched Temperance storm out. "Later, bitches!" Cherno tried calling out to her, his arm outstretched, but she seemed to have not heard. Damn. He decided to contact her later, over tumblr, when she cooled down a bit. His arm slumped back, and he turned to Anthony, who had been looking at him all this time with his wide, child-like eyes. Jesus. He remembered when his heterochromatic stare had been replaced with something ... unearthly. It sent shivers down Cherno's spine. "Yeah... But it seems like that'd be harder than it sounds." Anthony briefly took out his phone and texted someone. Hm. "Maybe if we skipped more school days and try at it again something will happen." "You're not trying to get out of school, are you, kid?" Cherno let off a sly smile as he stared off at Temperance in her car. "It's definitely harder than it sounds, I agree, brother. But y'know, I have an idea. Naw, I've got this hypothesis." He turned to Anthony. Those eyes. "It looks like our little jammin' witch thinks she's fly enough to not let us congregate and discuss the e-mail. That, or we simply can't get along. It could be a combination of both, mayhaps, but I need to experiment. It's in my blood as much as romance is in Temperance's blood." He chuckled. Lame joke, Cherno. "When I first met up with some peeps to discuss the e-mail, it failed. Now this failed as well, albeit, for unrelated reasons, you dig?" He paced around and moved behind Anthony, his hand by his chin in contemplation. "Maybe it's just a coincidence. Maybe Lacey's really is cursed. I'm thinking of gathering up a few peeps -- maybe the ones that won't kill each other, to visit the library and see if this isn't just a simple coincidence. That we really can't get anything about the e-mail settled. I'm still deciding on a date." "You dig?"
Holy maledictions I go to get some lovely sleep time and then suddenly the diner explodes again. ◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: bein a lacey's h8r dawg ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc:◢ "Fuck Lacey's." We should gather in some place where Crestatia cannot find us. Such as the hot springs on the map. 100 Days Hot Springs Episode
◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: disappointed ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc:◢ Throughout this entire ordeal, Cherno tried and tried to calm them through his phone, but it looked like nothing was working. Funny too. Cherno hated the chaos. Hated the anarchy. Chaos ruined everything and it ruined this too. Yet the minute he leaves it grows worse and worse. He had been banging his head against the wall yelling at the two combatants to calm themselves but nope -- it never works like this. Cherno sighed and talked into the phone. ☎ Jesus in hell guys. It takes no more than a few minutes until you're all tugging at each others' throats. They kicked you out -- please get outside, all of you. This -- this is too much. Calm yourselves. Get something to drink. If we're all in the same one hundred days then we shouldn't be trying to murder each other, as much as we hate each other. This is fucking ridiculous. I knew it from the start that the chaos would be our end. We need a better plan. ☎ Either Lacey's is cursed by that mad crazy hootenanner, or the fact we can never settle down to talk about this together is part of her plan. That much is clear from the fact that this is the second failed meeting. So flippin'. So get outside, please, and let's keep the curbstomping to a minimum. Thanks. He looked up at the few who had already exited -- Abby and Anthony. Anthony. As much as he felt annoyed by the kid, he couldn't happen help but smile from the fact he was okay. Cherno looked back at the diner. It looks like a few others were slowly coming outside as well -- Quin was simply asking Madeline something. Those two had some close chemistry. He cut the call and placed his phone in his pocket. He talked to himself softly, leaning against the wall with his arms outstretched, as if he finished running a marathon. "Those fly sisters are gonna lynch themselves one day, you know? It's terrible. Maybe this was her plan from the beginning. But if we're going to be in this together then we've got to establish boundaries and ... affection, I'd name it, quickly. Right." int logic () { He reflected on the comments of the green-eyed girl. Did anyone care for Temperance? Cherno felt dread in his stomach. Everyone needed to be cared for during this entire ordeal, herself included. After all, they were all in this big pile of insecurity together, and had nobody else anymore. And Madeline. Madeline had the potential to be a leader. She could be their leader, easily. But she needed to trust more. To have more confidence in her abilities and the abilities of others. And to open up her mind. She needed to be brave. She needed to be brave like Cherno needed to be brave. } But Cherno kept these reflections to himself as he felt around for his Rubik's cube in his pocket, and realizing it was still in Lacey's, let out a disgruntled groan.
◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: relieved ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc:◢ Johnathan! Oh Johnathan, holy saviour of them all! Johnathan was a terrible person for being a radical Christian evangelical and Cherno hated him for it. Hated his guts. Hated his guts so much that they were the closest of friends and Cherno was always upset and annoyed when people judged Johnathan as being a bad person when he was definitely the opposite. Cherno grasped the shaking phone tightly in his hand. He dialed his number onto Johnathan's phone, his fingers slipping here and there. "S--Sorry for m--making your phone all swe--sweaty, brother ..." He rung up his own phone, and he felt his phone vibrate. Right, he was ready. He set Johnathan's phone down in the center of the table, between much of the others, and he launched himself away from the floor, kicking open the door and running outside. His coat was a shadowy cape. Outside in the cold wind, Cherno accepted the call and spoke into his phone. First, he breathed in huge lungfuls of air. Thank god he was out of that hellhole. ☎ I'm staying outside. Sorry lads. I'm not really fond of that place, you dig? So I'll be talking through Johnathan's phone. Hope you can all hear me. I wanted to also say that I've tried a bunch of programs in deciphering the text myself, the -- uh, the tiny fine print. It's like she didn't want us to even read it, because up close it seems like a bunch of scurry little jive pixels. Even when I look close enough, my ... my brain stars to hurt? I don't know how to describe it. ☎ I also would be fond of bringing up the lovely fact that we have a time limit of a hundred days, you know? Hundred. There's got to be a reason why our little witch friend went ahead and square-danced herself along that particular number of days. Stay on our toes and the like. Two people are going to kick the bucket soon. In fact, according to her, everyone with the exception of two people could potentially kick the bucket.
◤ tumblr ▣ logic ERROR ▣ mood: disgusted ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc:◢ Cherno stumbled, his face ghostlike, his hands shaking. His Rubik's cube rattled to the floor, and his only save was the entrance of Johnathan into the diner. The words of the others had been entering one of his ears barely -- and, and it looks like they were forgetting a few crucial things. But how the hell could he tell them in this toilet of tartarus?! He slipped by the seat he held onto with a death grip, wheezing, puffing. Huff. Huff. Huff. Goddamn germs. Germs everywhere. Ugh. So dirty so dirty fuck this place so much jesus hell he -- he couldn't stay here any longer he -- he had to think of an alternative an alternative ugh so dirty so dirty shit urgh there was crawling something moving crawling germs dirty something on the seat oh no oh nO oH NO OH NO GET THE HELL OFF YOU STUPID FUCKING GERMS He yelped and wiggled away the clammy hand that had strangled the seat before. Cherno slipped, his teeth clenched, and fell backwards on the floor. The floor. Germs everywhere goddamnit all to heck. Poor Cherno's brain began shutting down again. "Yo-you--" Huff. "You're-- you're all--" Huff. "Forgetting! Fuck. F-forgetting some--" Huff. "Something important! She-- th-that is--" Huff. Huff. "That is-- Haha, I mean, Cres-- Crestatia--" Huff. He closed his eyes. He could barely take this. He needed to think of a plan fast. Right. Distant communication. "Crestatia--" Huff. "S--She gave us--" Huff. "A-- A--" Huff. Huff. Huff. "Time l--limit! Time limit! One hundred days! One hundred fu--fucking days!" Huff. Huff. "Two people dead! T--two peo--" Huff. Huff. Huff. He began slouching on the ground. Distant communication. He needed a phone! "Two p--people-- a--alive at the--" Huff. He was going to faint soon. He had something important to tell them as well. "I-- I have to tell y'all s--some important-- ugh, screw it--" He had been sweating profusely. Goddamnit, he probably looked crazy right now. Why did he agree to this. Cherno you idiot. So he yelled at the top of his lungs, staring back at them with breathless and reddened, wide eyes. "J--JONATHAN! FUCK! GIVE ME YOUR PHONE! S--SOMEONE!"
◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ mood: disgusted ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc:◢ Cherno looked on as the congregation of the others slowly entered the building. He held his breath, his Rubik's cube shaking in his ghostly pale left hand, which he held close and clenched to his chest. His entire body was rattling as he looked down, a wide and disgusted grimace on his face, eyes closed and hunched by one of the seats for support. It look like he was going to vomit any second. Ugh. S-so many germs. Who had the bright idea of coming here? Fuck Lacey's, seriously. He barely noticed who was who in this mess. Only that there were people. So many people. Shit, this better not be jive-stomping chaotic either, or he would seriously need to leave. Trying to hold back his despair from bursting out of his mouth, he heard Madeline call out to the group. "First thing's first...What do you all think she means by game master? A literal...game? Has she done this before? If it's a game then there should be a way to win. And what do you think...She wants entertainment, right? I'm thinking that maybe if we make things interesting, she won't be as likely to kill." Cherno did his best to steady himself, as he opened his eyes and looked back at Madeline, rife with tremors. He struggled to say something, as something had been on his mind for a while. "T-the way it was ... it was, ugh, implied, uh ... it- it seems she d-did something before. A- A game, I mean." Damnit, he could barely speak. This was terrible. "S-sorry! E-excuse me." He tried lifting himself further. Come now, Cherno. Be confident-- but ugh this place was so damn dirty the germs were probably all in the air and the dirty dirty people were not helping. Cherno's vision began to blur a bit. "S-sorry. I- Uh, anyhow ... H-haha. I w-wouldn't know if she'd be so semantic as to thinking this would b-be a game we c-could win, y-you dig?" He gulped. "Suff-- suffice to say, she could be the winner out of all of us. M-maybe she wins by killing most of us off. We'd have to m-make it harder, definit-- fuck, sorry -- uh, definitely, sure, haha ... but I like your idea. Ther-- there could be another way, maybe. We di-- We didn't ask the right questions." int logic( ) { Chase, someone he had not spoken to very much, brought up an interesting point to Cherno. She wanted them to all suffer, perhaps? If she was malevolent, she would do it for fun. If she was benevolent, however ... perhaps this had an ulterior motive? One hundred days to live. What if she wanted them to show the kindness through the cruelty? But if they were to stay alive, did they have to be cruel to each other? } Cherno was about to faint. Again. There is no way he could think rationally here. He contemplated returning with his special suit and a mask.
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