I think Trig is trying to tell us something, guys.
Or you could not be a douche and let me enjoy the present my dad gave me.
[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : UH. ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED ] [/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 Of course he had deemed it too dangerous to leave the house; with Lee not here and Peter and Lorinda somehow having constant access to this place in some way, Harley couldn't leave little Kallisti alone. Then again, that was just a part of his reasoning in why he was staying - he liked this far too much . . . Ugh, he was disgusted with himself and pleased at the same time. He hated feeling like this, especially since it happened every now and again. The rare feelings and emotions hit the hardest. She was still the same as she was when they left the hospital, still the same as she was when they came here, still the same as she was an hour ago . . . This metal state didn't seem to progress into a more mature state at all. Part of him was worried, the other part was interested and excited. Harley had heard of and seen Regression, mostly in bratty and snobbish teenagers who didn't get what they want, but nothing of this magnitude. Sometimes, though, he heard, it was experienced by people who had a history of being sexually abused. In those cases, those people . . . Their maturity and ego revert to that of themselves before they were abused. . . . Melissa must know something about this. " Harley, " Kallisti said as she saw him get up, " You're not gonna leave, are you? " He clicked his tongue at the look in her eyes; desperate and lonely, almost scared. He couldn't leave her like this, who know what would happen. What had made her like this? He still didn't know. It was getting late and Harley still hadn't called Melissa. Lee also hadn't come home yet. Maybe if Kallisti went to sleep, she would return to normal, " Kallisti, " He called to her from the kitchen, " get ready to go to bed. " " Okaaaay! " she said happily, and he could hear her footsteps bouncing up the stairs. Soon, it began to rain, and ten minutes later, after a loud clap of thunder, he heard her scream. Instantly, he bolted up the stairs and found her in her room, huddled in the corner, mumbling something. Upon closer inspection, he heard, " No . . . grandmama, let me out . . . " Okay, so maybe she had gone back to a time where it had only happened once. With a soft sigh, Harley bent down next to her small, cornered figure, " Kallisti, " he said, his voice just a whisper, " You're not in that place, it's okay . . . " After about fifteen minutes of coaxing her to uncurl from herself and the corner, she looked at him with big, blue eyes that made his heart melt. Fantastic, she even looked like a kid, now, " H - Harley . . . " she whispered, " Will you sleep with me . . . ? " Harley leaned back with exasperation, ah man, what a situation to be in . . . Now or never. " Suuuuure. " he said, with slight uncertainty in his voice, and then he immediately regretted the decision when she stood up, suddenly happy again, to reveal her only wearing a shirt and panties. Mentally, he facepalmed. Oh my fucking god . . . . . . I can't believe I'm doing this. Or could he? Then again, Harley was a lot of things, but a pervert wasn't one of them. Kallisti, content at being snuggled into Harley's shirted chest, fell asleep without any issues, but he himself continued to ponder the days that had passed. Still needed to call Melissa. Would probably text Alli tomorrow. Figure out what the hell was wrong with the girl in his arms. About an hour later, he fell asleep, too. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ CRAPPY GIF SKILLS AHOY ] [ M E R R Y _ C H R I S T M A S ] First, the small stuff! Avatars Of KAITO [ He's my favorite Vocaloid, too! ] Spoiler: K A I T O Now, for the good stuff. ♥ [ CLICK ON IMAGE ] INCLUDED : 14 1920x1200 EEVEELUTION WALLPAPERS 7 WHITE COLORED 200x200 EEVEELUTION AVATARS AND THAT SEXY PREVIEW IMAGE BELOW!
I would spend time with you, Ben, but I wouldn't be able to hear you over the awesome sounds that are coming out of my new Beats. ಥ‿ಥ
Ashwin, you big lush. On a different note, I've never had eggnog before . . . I wonder what it tastes like.
Oh my god, I'm so happy today. C H R I S T M A S _ L O O T ❄ Beats Solo Headphones ( FUCK YEAH )❄ Nevermore by James Patterson❄ Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins❄ Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan❄ $154.00❄ Dishonored [ PS3 ] ( FUCK YEAH )❄ The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time 3D ( FUCK YEAH )❄ Rosin for my violin bow❄ Hot chocolate mix, crepe mix, shortbread cookies, Nutella w/breadsticks❄ A ROCK FROM MY SISTER. ( FUCK YEAAAAAAH )❄ A miniature pillow pet❄ $5.00 gift card to Starbucks ( whatwhatinthebutt )❄ LOTS OF CHOCOLATE AND CANDY
. . . I take full responsibility for what this thread has turned into.
Yuugen Fujikkoi Joubutsu by NICO Touches the Walls
You must have high tastes.
[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : UH, UH, UH, SORRY ! ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : 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 Eventually, Harley had decided that the best course of action was to take Kallisti home, explain the situation to Lee, and then spend the night. He was nervous for her condition, though . . . She had yet to wake up. For a simple passing out, she sure was taking her sweet time on coming to. The doctors had yet to say much on what might be wrong with her, but every once in a while, he could see them take apprehensive glances at her, as if they were waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever did, and it bothered Harley. When was she going to wake up? About three hours later, at around one o'clock, Harley got his answer. Kallisti sat up in the bed and looked around, her face stuck in a quizzical expression, she then looked at Harley. At first, he expected her to sneer, or flinch perhaps, but she just raised an eyebrow at him, " What's going on? " she asked, " Is this a hospital? " Right off the back, Harley knew something was wrong with her. Kallisti never used contractions in her speech, " I've got . . . the worst headache. " . . . Her tone was still elegant, her facial expressions were still smooth, but her speech . . . She hadn't spoken like this since she was ten or eleven, " Harley . . . " she said, slightly pleading, " I wanna go home . . . " . . . Almost childish. A memory lapse? No, can't be . . . MPD? Possibly . . . He wasn't expecting this, not at all. His mind then flashed to the woman whose hair seemed to change color all of the time. She was big-boned, had pretty-ish eyes . . . Oh, damn, what was her name . . . She was Kallisti's therapist - Melissa, that was it. Could she know something about this? Harley didn't know anything about her sessions with her therapist, only the things that Peter or Lorinda found out. Just thirty minute later, he alerted the doctors of her awaking, telling her not to say anything to them beforehand, and said that they were ready to go home. The doctors didn't like the idea, but they couldn't find anything physically wrong with her. She seemed healthy, physically, but what about in her head? They dare not comment on that. After all of the proper paperwork was done, Kallisti was signed out of the hospital and Harley brought her home. Lee didn't seem to be home, again. Where was he? Of course, Kallisti didn't need taking care of normally, so he didn't expect his uncle to be hanging around the house all of the time, but this was kinda serious - to Harley anyway. Everything that came out of this girl's mouth wasn't anything Kallisti would say. She sounded almost tomboyish, like a girl who wore t-shirts and jeans and was one of the guys. Normally, Harley wasn't one for gender profiling, but Kallisti had most definitely always been an elegant girl, both in style and behavior. Not only that, but she was . . . nice to him. Acted like she didn't hate him, and for the life of him, he didn't know why . . . Did this have anything to do with what happened at Trembling Mountain? The deaths of Madeline and Temperance couldn't have affected her this much. So what should he do for the rest of the day? He was too worried to leave her side. Maybe if she fell asleep again, she'd return to normal . . . " Harley. " Kallisti said to him, in a demanding tone suited to that of a seven-year-old, " I want to play a game. Let's play Super Mario Bros. " . . . This was going to be an interesting day. He was definitely going to give Melissa a call. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Oh, goddammit, how could I have not been up for this.
This post basically made the entire thread. Hello, Couch. I don't know you, but it's okay. You don't know me, either. • u •
Oh my fucking god, this thread. I went to sleep too early last night to even post here. Shame. U n U
[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : UNINSPIRED ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : 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 Before his mind could even process what he was doing, Harley was next to Kallisti's unconscious body - thank god, she started breathing again. Her face was pale, but she was alive. For just a moment before, a horrible, dreaded moment, he assumed the worst had happened. His temper quickly flared when that boy had gotten to her first, but he completely disregarded him and swept up her light and small frame into his arms, just as he had done to Temperance last night. Her body was cool, but she seemed to be alright. He looked to his right and saw a couple of paramedics rushing towards him and Kallisti's body. His protective instincts kicked in, and for a split second, he didn't want anyone else to touch her. When he realized that relying on them was his best bet, though, he let down his guard - only slightly - and handed her small body over. Why had she passed out like that? What had she been doing? He wanted to know, but Kallisti was one girl he just couldn't figure out . . . He asked the staff of the hotel to direct him to her room and he quickly gathered her stuff, being deterred by police who were conducting an investigation for evidence in her room - why her room? When he asked, Harley discovered that Kallisti had shared this room with Madeline. What did that mean exactly? Were they friends? No - they didn't seem the type together. Forgetting mind and turning back to the care of Kallisti, he also had Allison gather her stuff and told one of the valets about Kallisti's car and exactly where her house was. And in a slightly threatening tone, he added, " Do nothing else but park her car in front of her home, and then leave. I find otherwise, and I will deal with you. " Harley Jackson was not in the mood to be messed with, " I'm sorry that we had to leave so suddenly, Alli. " he told his only friend, " Kallisti, you know her, I think she's sick and I need to make sure she's alright. " He hoped she didn't notice the amount of emotion in his voice. He was distressed, this was true, but with a girl he felt like he knew nothing about, and no real knowledge on the situation . . . This was horrible, for him. About five hours later, Harley found himself alone in Kallisti's hospital room. Alli was at home and he told her that he'd keep her posted if anything serious happened. He eyes fell on Kallisti's unconscious body . . . Why had she passed out? More importantly . . . Why was she still asleep? If she had simply passed out, then why wasn't she up yet? She was still out . . . And about an hour later, so was he. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Benny, I like your avatar! • u • Where'd you get it from?
SJ, hi. • u •
. . . What happened to this thread.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : WAS THIS PLANNED ?! }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN}•{MOOD : SLIGHTLY WORRIED } xxxxxxxxxx For a while now, Kallisti had sat a the table, her hands folded in her lap and her legs crossed, one of them bobbing every now and then. Every five minutes she would check her phone, expecting to see a call she had missed or perhaps a text . . . She was being silly - just because those things had happened last night, they didn't mean that Madeline would be talking to her constantly. How she wished that was true ( maybe not so much, actually ). There was one thing, however, that continued to trouble her mind; the e-mail. " NO ROMANCE ", it had said, but exactly what had that entailed? Her mind went back to Thomas because it was fairly obvious that he had a heavy crush, felt romantic feelings for Madeline, but he died - did he die because of those feelings, or was it because he had made those feelings known? If he would have kept them to himself, would Thomas Adams still be among the living? The text message . . . Madeline hadn't said her feelings out loud, but she had let another soul hear of them - one from the e-mail no less. . . . What did that mean for her? She had returned those feelings, but nothing had happened to her. . . . Did this mean Madeline was well, too? Kallisti stood from the table, tidied her dishes up for the busboy, and left the dining area, her head tuning towards the crowd. She recognized several faces, but when her eyes came to a tall young man, she froze; he really was here. What was he doing over there? What was going on . . . ? Oh, she almost didn't want to think about it. Her curiosity was growing, though . . . She took a step towards the crowd, stopping and taking a breath. There's something in there you don't want to see. Don't you know? You know already. I do not know what you are talking about. You're not a dumb person, Kallisti. I think you might know what's up. Over and over again, it felt like she was mishearing the crowd, two distinct names coming . . . " Madeline Moore " and " Temperance Spike ". No, now's not the place to breakdown, love. Don't let anyone see you, go upstairs and get ready to leave. This is no longer the place for you to be. But Kallisti couldn't move, she could only stare at the baths' entrance, finally noticing all of the policemen and paramedics. The breaths wouldn't come from her mouth, they wouldn't fill up her lungs, and her chest started to feel as if it were constricting. How impossible it felt to breath right now. How impossibly fast she put this all together. Why would she even begin to think of such things? Her mind wildly jumped from this conclusion to that, and her heart was slowing without her even realizing it. This was horrible. Perhaps she was acting this way for nothing. And then she saw the back of an official's jacket. In bold, white letters, it read " C O R O N E R ". Breathe, breathe, what are YOU DOING?! Kallisti, breathe! BREATHE ! ! Breathe . . . She collapsed to the ground, her body clattering against the tile. [ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CALM ] xxxxxxxxxx Harley didn't move because Allison had gone without him even asking. He could have done it, but he figured she wanted to help; no harm in that. He looked back to Heidi, whose neck was red and bleeding and he sighed; perhaps it was schizophrenia. " I need to . . . get my stuff. " Harley turned and Anthony was gone. He frowned; what was wrong with him? He decided he'd like to hang out with Anthony some time, soon. He wasn't a bad kid. His attention was grabbed by a girl, who looked younger than she probably was, who held up a device with words on its screen, and it was talking with a strange, slightly bothering, mechanical voice. Oh, right, the one who couldn't talk. Why were bunches of young people just starting to appear around him? No, no, he started this. He shook his head as he read the words on the screen, " Yes, " he replied shortly, " The email. It's been bringing lots of trouble lately. " he added with a bit of playfulness in his voice with a small chuckle, though he knew that this was no laughing matter. He turned back to Heidi, who had taken her hands back from him, " I don't . . . I don't need help. I'm fine. " and she smiled - but right off the back, he knew it was fake. Who was she trying to fool? He shook his head again as she spoke once more, " I'm . . . I'm sorry . . . Must go. " she said, and then she quickly walked off. " Don't hesitate to find me if you ever need help. " he called after her, and then internally punched himself. Fucking hell, he was a sap. He looked back at the young blonde girl, observing her features; what a pretty face, lovely eyes, " You might wanna steer clear of this scene, it looks like things might get b - " Harley was then cut off by the sound of a thud, and several people around him turned to see what had made the noise. A girl, black leggings, white shorts, black shirt, had fallen to the ground and was now limp there. He raised an eyebrow, unable to see her face. A young man rushed past him, making her way towards the body, and when she lifted the girl to a sitting position, Harley's eyes widened. It was Kallisti. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ][ OOC : AHHH, FEELS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CARING ] [/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 he saw Anthony grin at him, Harley's heart warmed, but his face remained passive, albeit slightly pained. He felt better, having an improved grasp on the world around him, like everything was going back to normal. There was no way he was going to let this get to him, and with that thought in mind, his muscles relaxed and he breathed through his nose. A small voice came through his hearing as he listened for things around him, " S - so . . . You helped save Anthony? Th - that's nice . . . " He looked at her; she was small, frail-looking, but her face was troubled, like she had something else entirely going on in her mind. He raised an eyebrow, " Wh - What happened? " she asked in her small voice, " If y - you don't mind my asking . . . " Just as he was going to answer, Harley saw her bite her lip, and then it bled - what was going on in her mind? She was nervous, scared, panicked. Goddammit, did he have to be everyone's big brother? Fuck . . . His heart could only take so much of their pain, he felt . . . so bad, so helpless for them. He wanted to take them under his wing and keep them safe from the world. But why? Why did he care? He never used to care, " Hey, you alright there? " he asked her, " I didn't really save him. " he then answered, " I was just there to help out. Didn't want him getting hurt, that's all. " Another voice entered his hearing, and he turned slightly to see that Alli had come to him through the crowd, " So what's going on? Who died, and how? " He sighed calmly and rubbed the back of his neck, " Seems like two of our fellow email victims are dead. " he replied in a low voice, " From the people around us, I've gathered that it was Temperance Spike and Madeline Moore. " What a shame, too. Both of those girls had quite a bit of potential and he had been very interested in getting to know them more, but the real thing that bother him was Madeline dying . . . Only once, briefly, he had seen the way Kallisti acted around her, and he knew, right off the back, that they had some sort of . . . thing going. He didn't like that, but he couldn't deny it was there. How close were they? How affected would Kallisti be? He was almost scared to think about it. Who would tell her? She wouldn't have it from him, and he probably wouldn't even be able to tell her soon, anyway . . . Taking him out of his thoughts was the other girl again, Heidi, her name was, " Please stop . . . " He looked at her once more with an eyebrow raised; who was she talking to? He looked at the people in the crowd around them, searching thoroughly for stray hands and eyes; no one seemed to be touching her or anything, no one seemed to be talking to her. Harley then blinked in realization - someone was talking to her, in her mind. Was it in her mind, maybe? There was no other explanation. Hearing voices? The typical assertion of insanity: schizophrenia. Schizotypal? Hmm . . . " Hey, stop that. " he said immediately, grabbing Heidi's wrists and pulling them towards him, " You're going to hurt yourself - are you alright? " Why was he behaving like this? He couldn't be everyone's big brother. That was the thing he didn't like about himself; when he started caring, he cared too much - but the other person didn't care enough back. One-sided, he hated that, " Look at that, you're bleeding. We should get you some bandages. I think they might have some at the front desk, what do you say? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
