{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : OOCHERE }{ DAY : 23 - 1/3 } • { DECEMBER 22, 2012 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : PANICKED } [/url]xxxxxxxx ❝! ! ! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ! ! ! xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ! ! ! ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx . . . She knew that this helicopter thing was a horrid idea - why had she gotten on? Oh, that's right . . . SHE HADN'T. She had been carried on. And now they were going down, and it seemed that the majority of the passengers were out. She needed to scream, right at this moment for someone, anyone to wake up, but she couldn't. Oh, she couldn't. Fuck. This was the time when prim and proper went out of the window because Saxima was tired as **** and Kallisti knew she was in trouble because Saxima was panicking big time. The only person Kallisti could look to was the boy with the green eyes - and he certainly wasn't any help. She began to quickly remember a seminar on plane crashes. But this was no plane. A helicopter. Had they talked anything about that? She didn't know. She didn't know. There was something that might help . . . Autorotation, but she would need to grab the steering mechanism. Forcing herself out of the lap of Olivia, Kallisti began to lunge forward, holding on to the insides of deathtrap and making her way towards the pilots seat. The pilot was dead, BIG FUCKING SURPRISE. With the little strength this body of her contained, she forced the pilot out of his seat, and looked around. This was confusing. She was beginning to panic again. Breathe, breathe, breathe, she told herself, don't mind the headache Saxima has, don't mind the fact that she's completely freaking out. Just . . . breathe. Kallisti opened her eyes, and they were still going down, so she reached out for stick, the cyclic stick and put a firm grasp on it, pulling it back with her small arms. It was heavily resisting and she could feel tears starting to come down her eyes, but she persevered and continued to pull back, her muscles on fire. She heard something click and the stick became just a little looser and easier to handle. She didn't know what happened, but it was fortunate. The helicopter was no longer in a nose dive, but it wasn't exactly parallel with the sun, either. The helicopter, if it was going to hit the ground - and it was, trust her, then it was going to need to land on its hind quarters. Would that sustain the least damage? She didn't know, but it sounded like it would. Eternity passed, and Kallisti could see a street through the windows. There were cars, but not too many. Would they stop for her? She could already see some of them doing so. Now the helicopter was slowing down, but only a little, and they were more horizontal. What now? Would anyone else come to help her? The Helicopter was tipping backwards as they came into a quick meet with the ground. Not quite there yet. She wished it would end soon. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : I FEEL DEATH COMING ][ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ] [ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SIGH ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx He'll be honest, campus probably wasn't the safest place to be, what with the snake-thing being underway. Any one of them could be bitten, these reptiles could act without any provocation. At the mention of someplace safe, Harley began to think; what if they just . . . left campus for the time being? That almost felt like cheating though, and surely they could die that way? He'd not put it past the demoness to slip a snake into their car. Where to go, though? He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. " We could . . . " Ah, man, he was really having trouble thinking of somewhere to go " We could go to the cafe. " he suggested, and then looked back into the car at Tyler. The kid was still out. He sighed; what were they going to do about him? " . . . I guess I'll carry the kid. " he told the girls, and then reached into the car and moved his body around - which was surprisingly light - until it was resting on his back. " Alright, let's go. " he said, and then just a hop, skip, and a jump later, they were at the cafe. Harley sat Tyler down next to him and stuck some sunglasses on his face, " He'll look like he's all crashed out. " The waitress came, the one from last night, and he placed his order for a Dr Pepper, " Today's been . . . eventful, what say you? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : AND WE'RE GOING FOR A SECOND TIME, WOO. }{ DAY : 23 - 1/3 } • { DECEMBER 22, 2012 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : EMBARRASSED } xxxxxxxxxx To say that she was embarrassed, was an under statement. Kallisti's face had been on fire, although she was sure no one else had noticed. There were so many new faces that she didn't recognize, but she was glad Cristina had showed up, her body in one piece. They all seemed to know each other, these . . . rich children. She knew of none of them, none of their last names would mean anything to her. She was glad for that, not to be wrapped up in this circle of people, this circle of . . . snobs. Highly judgmental that may be, but she would not change her mind unless they all showed her otherwise. The girl who had spoken to Olivia, that outfit she was wearing . . . The Lolita style? She found it familiar, somehow, and not just because she had a little interest in it, but for other reasons that she felt . . . There had been someone else who was fond of it, but Kallisti could not bring it to her mind who that may be. Another, last person stepped onto the Helicopter and she looked at him. His hair was dark and his eyes were green; he had that certain air that these others shared. He must be a Brookridge native as well. She rolled her eyes; he could be no better than these others. Which brought her attention back to the fact that she was sitting on the lap of an extremely unfamiliar body. How embarrassing . . . Nervously, she adjusted her bow and quiver, finding that she may not have a use for them today, after all, " What are we here for? " her device said, too loudly. She cursed it, the message only being meant for Olivia's ears. Then again, no one else had heard it, surely. [ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SATISFIED ] xxxxxxxxxx The small group was out of the station faster than you could say "Bob's your uncle". The girls seemed glad for it, and Harley was completely satisfied with his work. The police had no real proof that Elizabeth killed John, and Lorinda, being who she was, had provided a solid alibi, which Allison ( in Elizabeth's body ) had unsteadily confirmed. Everything had gone smoothly, just as he had planned. When they all got into the car, " How did you do that? " Elizabeth asked him as Allison moved Tyler's unconscious body in the backseat. In initial reply, Harley gave a small laugh, " Cunning, fast thinking, and connections. " he returned with a smile, " I think the connections are the bigger part of the advantage of being Harley, " he went on, and then began driving back to the campus, " By the way, Elizabeth, welcome to the Lein family. " Sitting in the back came the voice of Allison, " Thanks Harley. " she said gratefully, and he smiled at the road ahead of him, " Really. And . . . um . . . Sorry about laughing at you . . . but I really needed that, you know? " She was all sheepish and smiles, and it made him feel good that he could be of help to her. She wasn't his only friend anymore, but he still valued her a great deal, " Don't sweat it, and don't return me any favors. You're my friend, I'm gonna help you whenever you need it. " They arrived back on campus and he looked up into the sky to see a helicopter flying away from the school. What was that about? " Alright. Operation: Bust Elizabeth Evans Out is complete, so what now? "
[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : MMMMMMHM ][ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ] [ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SATISFIED ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx When they walked into the station, Harley knew this wasn't going to be an in and out thing. To be honest, he didn't exactly know what he was doing, but if worse came to worse, he would take Alli's place. Still, he doubted it would come to that. Now that he was back in his body, it was easier for him to be cold and looming, so when he walked up to the desk, he began to speak with a harsh, but calm, tone, " I am here to gain knowledge on the condition of Elizabeth Evans, and the details of her arrest. " The man at the desk simply gave Harley a look and then looked away, rolling his eyes. Harley leaned forward over the desk, closer to the man's ear, " I do not think you understand what I am saying, sir. I'd like details. " " Are you threatening me? " the officer asked, trying to be intimidating. Harley leaned back an made a psuedo-thinking face, " Yes, sir, I am. " and then slightly louder, he said, " I would be much appreciated if you could help me. " The officer looked at him once more, slightly red in the face from being embarrassed, " Very well, I will take you to see - " There she was, waving at them. What a cheerful face - it didn't seem to fit Elizabeth's features much at all. She seemed to talk to another office, who looked gruff, and then he nodded, motioning for both he and Elizabeth to come, and so they did. While Allison busied herself with questions, Harley turned to the officer named Moody, " You're Lorinda's grandson. " he said. " Yes, what of it? " " How's she doing? " " She'd be doing better if her adopted granddaughter wasn't in the slammer for no good reason. " he told him, lying smoothly. " Excuse me? " the officer replied, " Elizabeth Evans is Lorinda's adopted granddaughter? I had no idea. " He seemed suspicious, but Harley already thought of that, " There had been no such thing in the news. " " Would you want a low-key adoption in the new, Officer Moody? " Harley asked, leaning against the wall, " Would you like to confirm it? " And the officer looked at him, "yes" written all over his face, " Here, then, use my phone. " And he handed it over, Lorinda's number already calling. Moody had a raised eyebrow, but Harley ignored it. Soon, he could hear his grandmother's voice, speaking to the officer, and everything seemed to be going well. He looked back at Elizabeth and Allison talking, and he smiled to himself, thinking of all of the wealthy and influential family in Brookridge. Use of their last names were powerful, especially that of "Lein". It made him wonder why he was the favorite, and not Kallisti. She actually had the last name. Technically, Harley had it too, but he changed that when he decided his father could burn in hell for all he cared. " Did you have a pleasant chat? " Harley asked when the officer returned. There was a hesitant " Yes. ", and with a curious face, he looked over at Moody - white as a sheet. Oh, good god, what had Lorinda said to him? Well, other than what he had instructed her to say, that is . . . Heh. Moody fumbled with his keys, trying to keep his gruff composure, but failing fantastically and said to Harley, " Miss Evans is free to go. It seems that she has an imitator, and we've got the wrong person. " Faking shock, " Good god, that's awful. A murderer on the loose? I hope you guys can get her. " he said, " You know women, they can be mighty vicious. " With his words, he left to join Allison and Elizabeth. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Happy birthday, Cookiie.
[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : SO MUCH POSTING NOW ][ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ] [ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : BUSY ] xxxxxxxxxx Oh good, she had given him a speedy reply. They weren't going to stop their little plan just because of this small deter. Harley stood up from the bed and slipped his phone into his pocket, ready to tell the others occupying the room that he needed to get something done, but then a small body crashed into his and they both fell back onto the bed, " Harley! " said a familiar voice, and he smiled; it seemed like she was back in her own body as well. " Hey there, " he said, wrapping his arms around her, " It's nice to be back. " But now he had to leave again so soon . . . Damn. " Heidi, I need you to do me a favor, " He began to say, " You remember Allison, my friend? She's in a spot of trouble, and I need to help her out, so you need to stay safe and away from all of those snakes, alright? " Could he trust her to keep herself safe? " You have my number, if anything goes wrong, message me or call me, I'll come. " And he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, " Be a good girl, Heidi. " he said with a smile, " I'm counting on you. " Soon, Harley had made his way across the campus, at a jog he was going, and hearing the occasional hiss. Unprovoked attackers? He felt for his pocket knife. Man. " Alright, now that that's over. " he said, as he closed the door to his car. His legs easily reached the pedals down below and everything felt good again. " That was the oddest thing I've ever been through. " he told Elizabeth, and then pulled out of the school, " Let's go get our friend, shall we? " { TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SNAKES } xxxxxxxxxx " It is good to see you, Miss Lein. " Olivia said to her with Benjamin's voice, and Kallisti sighed. She was simply happy that she had been recognized as being herself, " It is a pleasure for you to make it here. Hopefully the others shall appear soon. " Contact her friends? Ah . . . Cristina. A helicopter? That should be . . . something of an experience . . . " Are you cold, Miss Lein? " she was asked, and before she could protest the question, a coat was put around her, and it was far too big for her. She was a child in this coat . . . How embarrassing; her faced turned red, " Thank you. " her device said for her. Cristina,Come to the dining hall roof.There is a meeting.I am here.- Kallisti " I have sent them messages, and that is all I can do. " A helicopter would keep them safe from snakes, perhaps? Perhaps not, it seemed a death trap - just like the train. She breathed out, her heart beginning to race at the thought. So paranoid, she was . . . And if they were to switch bodies, she would appreciate she and Cristina being as close as possible. She honestly wasn't sure about this helicopter ride . . .
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SNAAAAKES, SNAAKES, OH, IT'S A SNAKE }{ DAY : 23 - 1/3 } • { DECEMBER 22, 2012 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SNAKES, DEAR GOD / STAIRS, GOOD LORD } [/url]xxxxxxxxxxxxx ❝ Well, to die by a snake bit, that . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Hmm . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Well, yes, that would be quite awful. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx She did not like snakes. Not at all - she had seen a large one in the zoo once, and subsequently had nightmares over it strangling her. Indeed, it was safe to say that Kallisti was not fond of snakes. When she heard that they were loose on campus, she felt slightly glad that she had already been in the dining hall, and so she waited there, not thinking of much. Perhaps it had been a bit paranoid of her, but she had brought her bow and a quiver of arrows. It would be slightly odd to use it in such a condition, but she was scared of snakes, there was not much else to say on the matter. She had just barely missed her, but Miss Olivia ( in Benjamin's body ) had passed through the hall, and gone up the stairs. Where was she going - to the roof? It was cold . . . not that Kallisti minded much, she did have a coat to keep her warm. . . . This was quite the stair case, spiraling all of the way up. It felt slightly disorienting, and with Kallisti having gotten sick, yet again this morning, she kept close to the wall and kept her eyes forward. " G - Good morning, Miss Olivia . . . " her device said, her body slightly wobbly from the climb. How awful that was. She even suspected that she heard a hiss or two. Oh, dear . . . " It is l - lovely to see you again . . . Forgive me, I am slightly under the weather. It is Kallisti, I do hope you remember. " Perhaps this was going to be a long day . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ! ! ][ OOC : BACK IN MY OWN BODY, YAY. ][ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ] [ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SURPRISED ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx And suddenly, Harley wasn't sitting in his car anymore. He wasn't even sitting outside. Elizabeth wasn't in sight. He looked around, and he was back in the same room that he slept in the night before last, with Heidi - or not Heidi? and Casey, the she/he/it. He looked around, and then looked at himself. Regular clothing, paler skin . . . He stood up from the bed, and everything stood below him. . . . He was back in his normal body. With a heavy sigh of relief, he plopped back on the bed, not caring about the others watching him. And then it hit him - if he was here, then Tyler was in his car, with Elizabeth, going to get Allison. Fuck. They hadn't taken off yet, had they? He didn't think so, but he couldn't properly remember. No, they hadn't. " Heidi, hey, " he breathed out, loving the sound of his own voice coming from his own mouth. That experience had been one of the craziest things ever, and he pretty much hadn't thought about it until now. It was surreal - had it really even happened? Oh man, crazy, crazy . . . " How are you? " he asked, " . . . Is it really you? It's really me. " Babbling, was he that excited to be in his own body again? He seriously needed to get back to Elizabeth, so he pulled out his phone and made a post on Tumblr, hoping, almost desperately, for her to see it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
H A R L E Y xJ A Y xJ A C K S O N[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : SNAKES ON A ROLEPLAY ][ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : OBJECTIVE ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx Snakes, huh? He should be fine, his shoes and pants seemed thick enough, and if they were going to be walking on the sidewalk and the snakes would be looking for shelter, they should be alright. At least this was what he thought. He had wrestled a snake once. It was not very big, but it was scary as hell. " Does this mean you will stay here, or are we still going together? " Elizabeth asked him, and he looked thoughtful; now why would she ask him that? Well . . . There was Kallisti, but surely she would be alright. He wondered if she had her bow with her, if she could still shoot properly in that smaller body of hers. A custom made bow, it was, one that was tailored to her body and needs to near-perfection. Would she still be able to handle it in Cristina's body? " Elizabeth is my friend. " he clarified, " I'm not going to let an innocent stay in a cage when she's done nothing wrong - and I assume you don't want her in there, either for . . . other reasons. " And then he swung the keys to his car, " Let's go. " And so they two started off. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
H A R L E Y xJ A Y xJ A C K S O N[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : ELIZABETH AND HARLEY, QUITE THE TEAM ][ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SIGH ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx His Tumblr post had been more successful than he thought. He figured maybe someone would tell him where Elizabeth-Alli was, but he hadn't expected for "Alli" to reply so quickly. This was good because they could get stuff done today, and had the time to do it. Surely, between the two of them, they could bust "Elizabeth" out of jail. Kallisti would be up soon, so Harley had to hurry so she wouldn't ask any questions. He grabbed some notebook paper and began to scribble a note for her. When done, he read it over once to make sure that he wasn't giving away what he was doing. He wanted to be with her today, but frankly, he didn't want "Miss" Olivia's blue-blood stare looking down at him. He got that look a lot, actually. Who knew that fine-breeding could look so different from the norm? After placing the note where it could be found, Harley gave one last look around his room. After leaving the boys' building, he headed for the Heliocanthea, where Elizabeth probably already was, and walking around for a bit, his guess was right. " Good morning, Alli. " he said to her, " Lovely day to wreck shit, isn't it? " he sat down on a bench near her, " I'll be honest, I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm sure you do, so we need a plan. What's the plan? " He hadn't really thought about it, come to think of it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
DAY 23December 22nd, Saturday H A R L E Y xJ A Y xJ A C K S O N[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : WE HAVE TO STRIKE UP SOME SORT OF DEAL TO RETURN TO OUR BODIES? ][ DAY : 23 - 1/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 22, 2012 ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SIGH ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx It seemed to be the ungodly hours of the morning when Harley opened his eyes. The room was still dark, but there were traces of the dawn colors shining through the blinds. He guessed it was about 5:45am. His first thought was " Why the hell am I up. ", and then his second thought was " Hell, I'm still in this body. ". . . . This was starting to become ridiculous. Day three of being in this body, what would it take to get out of it? Was there some sort of invisible counter ticking away that when it was up, they would return to normal? Or was there something else that they had to do in order to get back to themselves? What kind of something would it take? Harley sat up in the bed and stretched, thinking about it more. What would it take . . . AHG, it was too early for this shit. Over on the next bed, the tiny, not-figure of his cousin slept. He leaned over the side of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, and his face, though in the dark, looked thoughtful. How was she coping with being mute? Well enough, it appeared, but . . . How long would well enough last? That he had heard of, none of the recipients of the email had gone insane. Who would be the first to? These bodies, surely this switch was meant to drive them off, somehow. The days before, Harley feared that he was actually going to lose it, but then this body-switching thing pretty much saved him. And him losing it, wasn't just screaming and breaking down - no. It was a full-on rampage; you got in his way, you might was well get on your knees and rip off your own head. . . . Theory, of course, theory. The light was becoming brighter out, and Harley stood from his bed, stretching out his shorter-than-normal legs. This felt like a good time to shower, and so he did. Nothing like a hot, relaxing shower in the morning to slap someone up. Looking a bit like a wet dog - damn this dark hair - Harley dried himself off and wrapped the towel securely around his waist, going to his laptop at his desk that he hadn't touched in days - weeks even. Well . . . pretty much since he'd gotten that email. He updated Tumblr every now and then, but it was only with photos and other things he found nice. But this time, he thought that he'd write a bona fide text post. When looking at his actual blog, he chuckled a little at his sidebar image; Kallisti, a picture the old woman and Aunt Lilith had made her take a year or two ago, before that little . . . thing happened. He put it there just for the hell of it - and mostly because it was his favorite picture of her. Creepy, huh? To like your cousin a little too much. Harley wasn't into incest, thankfully, and not that it would really . . . count in this case, but that was a hush-hush thing, and the old lady would flip if he ever said anything. Harley leaned back in his chair after making the post and sighed. October . . . It wasn't autumn, but he liked October, what a great sound it had. Harley opened iTunes and scrolled through his unusually large library. October, there it was. ♫ Ah . . . This music was beautiful. This song held fond memories for him; one of the few times that a mutual get-a-long was between him and Kallisti. If there was ever a time when the two of them could become the best of friends, it was when they played music together. It was sad that it couldn't be all of the time, or forever . . . Eighty-seven days left. He wondered what it would take for someone to win this game. Would they have to strike a deal with the devil herself? What would she want? . . . Harley would have to try it some time. 8:30am rolled around, and Harley was dressed, rethinking on possible ways to get his body back. " Alright, Crestatia, what is you want? " he thought to himself, wondering if she could actually hear his mind, " What could you possibly want? You're a demon, what do demons desire? Flesh? Amusement? You've already got both . . . Well. " He sighed to himself. What would a demon want? Kallisti stirred in her sleep. Today was that meeting, but Harley had other things to do . . . He would go, if only to see that she was safe, but he had to find Elizabeth Evans, he needed her to help him. They were going to get Allison out of jail, even if it had to be at the expense of some of the policemen's lives. He chuckled at that last thought. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
K A L L I S T I xQ U I N T U S xL E I N{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . I am tired. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx That had certainly been . . . eventful, Kallisti could not deny. Perhaps she had acted silly? She hardly trusted a soul. Harley had not said a single word to her, aside from her not going back to his room. Why, she wondered? Was he worried for her? Tomorrow . . . Would she tell Cherno he was being looked for - randomly apparently - by a boy named Benjamin? She didn't know. It was late, she realized, when she had practically been carried to Harley's room on his back. Tomorrow was that meeting. What for? To finally have all of the transfers and the natives in one room? Well, those from the e-mail, anyway . . . She sighed. To discuss things? Lacey's Diner came to mind - who had called that meeting again . . . ? Something had happened that night . . . Besides the two people dying . . . Meetings, meetings, they were always bad. Kallisti almost did not want to go. It seemed that whenever they were gathered in one place, bad things happened. Knowing her luck, something bad would happen. Would someone else die? She didn't want to think of it, but it was a real possibility. When had she become so paranoid? Harley had still not talked to her, how strange. Save good night, their conversation had been kept to a minimum, just as she had wanted. Still, sleeping in the same room as him . . . It was strange. She didn't trust him to not do anything, but . . . He had simply . . . gone to sleep. Tomorrow, she would message Cristina about the meeting. Probably after getting sick in the restroom. Oh, she hoped Harley wouldn't see that . . . She was asleep in a matter of minutes. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
K A L L I S T I xQ U I N T U S xL E I N{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : WARY } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . I am tired. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx She saw Benjamin glare at Harley and she mentally sighed; did her cousin make enemies with everyone before they even started going to school together? She was tempted to rub her forehead, but she was focusing on what was in front of them. For what reason was this boy ( in Miss Olivia's body, she might add ) looking for Cherno? Did he know him personally? It didn't really seem like it, Kallisti thought, but she wasn't much into Mr. Plume's personal life, and with him having amnesia, really, anyone could know him and he wouldn't protest - he might question, to figure out if he really did know them, but . . . Collecting information? What for? Was it only Cherno, or was Benjamin's . . . "friend" collecting information on all of the students that attended Bellhurst? It sounded slightly paranoid, but Kallisti thought, that with everything that had happened these last twenty-two days - had it really only been twenty-two? It felt like months, really - she felt that she had the right to be even slightly paranoid. Not to mention her . . . grandmother being the headmistress - but why would she want information on them? Surely that woman knew everything there was to know about Kallisti Lein and Harley Jackson, as well as her other students. " You didn't exactly answer her question. " Harley said, his face passive, and his tone easy. She looked up at Harley, and then back at Benjamin to shake her head. She typed quickly into the device, " I have Cherno's number. " it said, " But surely the boy is asleep at this hour, and I would not be able to contact him until tomorrow. Of course . . . I could message him. " The device was placed on the table and she pulled out her phone, tapping in the pass code. Harley had already said, it, but she typed in a message to the phone, and held it up for Benjamin to read, " You have not replied to my question, forgive me for saying, " it read, " I would like to know why you want to contact him. Not to be rude, I promise you, but I am very . . . cautious when it comes to those of the e-mail. Please understand. Why would you like to contact Cherno Plume? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
K A L L I S T I xQ U I N T U S xL E I N{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . I am tired. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx " I figured I wouldn't make a very convincing Olvia. " she replied, and Kallisti wondered who was really in her body. Her voice then went quiet, and she took this moment to sit down at the table and drag Harley down with her, " My name's Benjamin Ross, or Ben, if you prefer. " . . . If you prefer? Kallisti almost smirked, but she disliked that facial expression, " I'm a student at the academy, if you couldn't already tell, " she continued, " As you can tell, Olivia and I have had our bodies switched. And I assume the same thing has happened to you, since you also received the email? " How had she - or . . . he? known that? Did he know Miss Olivia, had she told him? How very odd that he also had his gender switched; it must be very strange for him. " Yeah. " Harley said, his tone slightly sharp, " The both of us have that email. " Ben seemed to smile, and Harley didn't like it. " I wasn't expecting us to meet, but you might be able to help me. " Oh, this oughta be good, " Are you familiar with Cherno Plume? " Kallisti pulled up her device, " Yes. " it said, " But what would you like with him? " Harley looked at her face and her suspicion was riled. He placed a hand on her leg under the table and she looked at him with a half-glare, / half-frown, " Yeah, we know Cherno Plume, he went to school with us. He's here, on campus you know. " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
K A L L I S T I xQ U I N T U S xL E I N{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . I am tired. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti raised an eyebrow at Olivia's unsteady voice, not expecting this sort of reply. Miss Olivia was assertive, well with her words, did that mean that this wasn't the Olivia she had met before? " Miss Lein. " she said with more clarity, " I did not recognize you with such a . . . different appearance. " Kallisti stared at her, and then realized that she was doing so, and looked away. There was something different about her, though . . . The air around her, perhaps? Her manner, tone of speaking? Kallisti visually frowned. Did this mean that Olivia didn't switch bodies? That made little sense. " . . . You are Miss Olivia? " her device asked, " I will be honest, I was expecting you to be someone else. Odd as that sounds. " And then her phone vibrated in her pocket. Dear Miss Lein,I request you visit the dining hall tomorrow for a discussion, if possible.I understand you are not in your body, and this may be a different person. If so, I ask you to deliver this message to Miss Lein, and you are also cordially invited.Mr. Jackson's presence.is optional.-- Olivia Kallisti looked back up at the person who occupied Olivia's body. " You are not Miss Olivia. " she said, " I thought not. Who are you? " Harley came up to stand beside her, seeming to have a looming, needing-to-get-something-done presence. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
H A R L E Y xJ A Y xJ A C K S O N[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : - ] • [ DAY : 22 - 3/3 ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ANNOYED / WORRIED ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx Allison seemed to calm down after Harley reassured her about him helping. He sighed. There was a strange muffled sound coming from the other side of the line and Harley wondered if something was wrong again or if she was actually going to start crying. And then she started laughing. Harley raised an eyebrow, " H - Hey Harley . . . " She was laughing, " A - . . . are you in - in . . . " she was obviously having trouble saying what she wanted to say, " Tyler . . . " He put his hand to his head. Dear lord. " b - BODY?! " He was glad someone was enjoying themselves, despite their being in a very serious situation. " he said, slightly loud, " Yes, I am in . . . Tyler's body. Don't antagonize me, unless you want me to leave you there. " " She'sinmyroomandindeedbail! " He sighed and he rubbed his forehead. The call ended too soon, and Harley knew he needed to find Elizabeth. Allison didn't need to be in there. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
H A R L E Y xJ A Y xJ A C K S O N[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : - ] • [ DAY : 22 - 3/3 ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SURPRISED / WORRIED ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx After clicking his tongue again because he thought his cousin was being silly, Harley turned to the waitress that had appeared and charmed her for a little while, then set their orders; coffee for him, tea for her. Oh, how very British, they were. He pulled out his phone and thought of Allison. She had never text him back - was she really so angry with him? He sighed, and then . . . his phone rang. No name. Private number? Eh . . . Harley put the phone up to his ear, " Yes? " he said, his voice a little harsh, and then came an unfamiliar voice. " Um, hi, Harley. " Dear god, who was this? " It's, um . . . Allison. " Well color me surprised, " Listen, I know I sound weird, but you've probably figured out what happened already like the super smart guy you are, but look. " Oh, she gave him too much credit. Nervously, his friend with another person's voice went on to explain what she was doing. The police station? Harley almost laughed, what sort of trouble did she get herself into this time? John? Elizabeth found him? Oh. The police had come onto campus that day, but it wasn't for Heidi like she had believed, like she had him believe - it had been for Elizabeth. And that was what he used Lorinda for? Ugh. Oh. Johnny boy was dead. Elizabeth had found him? Where had he been? Did she get something for killing him? Crazy girl, but he wasn't surprised. Whatever she got as a "prize" - if there had been any, that is - she probably gave it to her brother. " So . . . um . . . I . . . " she struggled, almost sounding like she was ready to cry. Harley frowned. She was In Elizabeth's body. Elizabeth killed John. The police thought she was Elizabeth. Now what? " . . . so, uh . . . I . . . I need your help Harley . . . I'm sorry for being such a burden . . . " she said, and Harley's heart sank, " You've got to find Eliza - Elizabeth. Well, me. " Harley sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck, " Alright, calm down Alli. " he told her, " Yes, it's me, I know I sound . . . different, too. I'll find her - you, I mean, and then I can try to find a way to reverse this . . . thing. Maybe. I can only promise to try. " What influence could he have over the police other than his violent, manipulative self? Even then, he wasn't going to get anywhere fast. Elizabeth was in trouble - Allison didn't deserve this. " Where do you think Elizabeth is, right now? " It was getting late, he might actually have to wait until tomorrow . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
K A L L I S T I xQ U I N T U S xL E I N{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : - } • { DAY : 22 - 3/3 }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : WARY } [/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx . . . I am tired. ❞ P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R . xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti was surprised and unnerved to see her cousin occupying the body of her best friend. It didn't feel right, for she knew that Harley disliked Tyler a great deal. She was curious as to how he felt about having switched bodies with him. He spoke so easily to her roommate and she didn't like it; she wished him gone. What business had he with her, in any matter? Annoying . . . When he asked if Cristina would mind if he took her for a little while, she was actually hoping the girl would say no, but . . . " I don't mind, but Quin, what do you say? " Kallisti bit her lip and tried her best not to let a dark look pass her face. Cristina couldn't know any better, there was no use in being upset with her. She silently sighed. She should go with Harley; the last thing she wanted was to make a scene of things in front of Cristina. Begrudgingly, she typed a message into the device and let it speak for her, " I do not mind, at all. " she lied. At least the device would not betray her, nor how she was feeling, " Let me dress properly and we will be on our way. " A few minutes later, Kallisti was ready to set off, " I shall return, soon. " she told Cristina, and then passed Harley without a care of his person, and left the room. Harley looked back at Cristina and smiled easily, " Actually, I might not bring her back tonight. " he told her, " But don't worry, I'll take good care of her, and your body. " And waving at Cristina, he followed his cousin out of the room, " You came with me so willingly. " he said to Kallisti as soon as he had found her standing against the wall. She looked away with a huff and he remembered that she wouldn't truly be able to voice her opinions, protests, or thoughts. She began to walk and soon realized that she didn't know where Harley wanted to take her. Stopping, a small, protesting pout on her face, she looked back at her cousin and he laughed. Oh, she certainly disliked spending time with this boy, what a pest he was! It certainly wasn't any better that he was in Tyler's body - and no matter what, she could not be angered at the face of him . . . The two of them traveled in quiet to Ishmael Coffee, and Kallisti was grateful for that; she wanted to keep their interaction to a minimum. How strange it would be to anyone who could see them; Tyler Ashes and Cristina Wilson, walking together. Perhaps it wasn't that strange? Without much event, they two arrived at the slightly empty cafe, and Kallisti was reminded of the gruesome death of Thomas Adams. She always seemed to remember that boy she had little interaction with at the strangest of times. Then there was that little tinge of familiarity that came with. He had known someone else, had a friend she was acquainted with . . . It bothered her a great deal. When they walked in, Harley saw a familiar glint of starlight and looked to see what it was. That bright hair, he recognized i - oh. Olivia, yes he remembered her. She was the slightly-annoying-enigmatic-pretentious girl with the bright eyes. The one that called their grandmother by her first name, as if she had no idea of the horrors that had come to happen by her hands. He clicked his tongue, he really didn't want her to see them, but Kallisti was leading the way, seemingly having not recognized her yet. They walked pass the table and Harley made no eye contact with her - not that she would notice them anyway, they were in different bodies. As soon as they were seated, " Harley, it is Miss Olivia, " Kallisti's device said, pointing behind him, and he rolled his eyes. " Yes, I know it's her. " " I would like to say hello. " " No, you wouldn't. " " Do not be like that Harley, you are not my father. " and to add effect to her words, she glared at him, " I will greet her as I see fit. " But when she stood, her face flashed with recognition, and she sat down once more. " That may actually not be Miss Olivia. " Harley raised an eyebrow, " What do you mean? " he asked curiously. " She had been a recipient of the e-mail as well. " Oh, she wished she knew how to turn down this volume, Olivia might actually hear it, " She may be in another body. " " Could that thing be any louder? " Harley asked, " You're alerting the whole world of our situation. " She glared at him more, and then stood from the table, moving cautiously towards the table where Olivia sat, " Good day, Miss Olivia. " the device said, " I hope you are well. I am sorry to approach you, I must seem . . . strange, but we spoke the other night - I am Kallisti. " Harley facepalmed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
H A R L E Y xJ A Y xJ A C K S O N[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : - ] • [ DAY : 22- 2/3 ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SHAME ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx " I - I'm doing well . . . " she said, and Harley found that she was nervous. Just because she was occupying Kallisti's body, it didn't mean that she could mask her emotions and feelings as well as his cousin could. " Except for the entire body-swapping situation, of course. " Ah, he hadn't expected her to tag on that last bit. When he had found that Cristina was the one at the door, his first thought was whether or not she was enjoying having a voice. It seemed like she would, after all, it'd probably been a long time since she was able to speak for herself. Still . . . Having a voice, it didn't seem like she was enjoying it much at all. Why was that, he wondered? Because she was "cheating", because it wasn't her own? Because she had "stolen" someone else's voice? Likely reasons, if not all three of them. " Do not antagonize her, Harley. " said a familiar cold and mechanical voice. Harley looked over at Kallisti-Cristina and sighed, a smile filling his face, " What are you doing here? " She couldn't sound threatening, make the mechanical voice sound threatening, but the vibrate look accompanying the voice was threatening. He gave a laugh, " I only came to check on you. " he replied to her, and she seemed to internally huff, her face gaining a pink tint to it. He looked back at Cristina-Kallisti and his eyes trailed down to her legs. . . . . . . . . . Oh. . . . . . . . . . A pained look crossed his face, but it was only for a split-second and he was in hopes that neither Kallisti nor Cristina had noticed it. For a moment, there was the overwhelming feeling to put his head into his hands in shame; those marks meant to him what they meant to her: shame. To break the quiet that had settled, Harley cleared his throat, looked away from the legs and back up at Cristina's face, " I hope I'm not treading on anything private, " he noted casually, betraying his inner shame and storm, " I was just wondering if I could steal Kallisti for a little while. Only if it's okay with you, that is. It is your body after all. " She would probably say yes, but it was always nice to ask. She might even want to come along, and Harley would get nothing done. Not that he would really mind her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
H A R L E Y xJ A Y xJ A C K S O N[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : - ] • [ DAY : 23- 2/3 ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : NORMAL ] [/url] I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G . D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E . xxxxxxxxxx After waiting for just a little while, the door was finally answered and he was looking at the questioning face of his cousin, " Umm . . . " she let out, and Harley raised an eyebrow, " Good morning . . . " Or not. This wasn't his cousin, he wasn't fooled by the looks and the pitch of voice. If this wasn't Kallisti, then where was she? He looked around her, stilling being taller and saw Cristina, the girl he had met on the train, the mute, sitting on the bed, peering curiously at him. Her face turned red and she looked away; yep, that was Kallisti, not this girl in front of her. Though, if Kallisti was in Cristina's body, then that meant that Cristina was the girl standing in front of her. " Hey, Cristina, long time no see. " he said to Kallisti's body, " Do you mind if I come in? " She wasn't exactly in his way, so he went past her anyway, and sat on a chair that was next to Kallisti's bed, " I see you two have done the little switcher-roo. " he commented casually, and Kallisti seemed to glare at him. Glares didn't look good coming from Cristina's face, he decided. How strange, though; Kallisti couldn't actually tell him anything. Did she use a device to talk? Had Cristina let her own? He wished that they could all get back to their own bodies. Sleeping with Heidi last night would have been a much better experience, he figured. " Oh, sorry. " he said, sitting forward, " It's me, Harley. We met on the train, you and I. " he told Cristina, for she was probably confused since he was in Tyler's body, " Looks like I was right; roommates with my cousin. " Who seemed to be secretly glaring daggers at him at the moment, " How are you doing? " he asked her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
