[ LEVEL TWELVE - BGM12 - STATUS: EXCITED - UPDATE ] Waking from another vivid dream Anthony found himself still on the couch. Success! He did not fall this time. Grinning from his victory he made his way into the kitchen where he grimaced at last night's failure. Maybe he should clean it... Nah. Instead he made some toast with butter and jam, eating it alongside another soda. It wasn't exactly the best breakfast drink, but that hardly seemed to matter to him. To him it was his source of energy and the perfect way to keep his HP and MP full. Once done with that he began calling for Brian since he needed a ride to the resort, but no reply came. It did feel a bit early in the morning... Still they needed to go! Bored of waiting he left a note saying there's buses going to the resort, as he soon found out himself through a text. And with that he left for a stop, noting the time at seven am at the time of departure. So when it was eight am he was nearly there, which caused him to bounce in his seat with anticipation. That annoyed the unimportant students around him, but they were unimportant so who cared. Clutching the bag in which the clothes and phone came in the day before he began looking through it, trying to pick out something warmer since his current clothes weren't doing the trick. Though unfortunately he'd have to wait until after he got to resort to change. At least they were staying in rooms, so that was cool. He'd have to share a living space with people... Hopefully it'd end up being people who he knew well, but until he knew who would be his roomies he was slightly cursing.
and thus an unbreakable bond was formed. how is it disturbing though
[/url] The simple bump and snatch was getting old, truth be told. But as it was getting late none were really willing to try anything more complex, weariness overcoming them. Though maybe tomorrow they would put on a show, or just set up shop. Something to really rake in the cash. "Sorry," she mumbled the apology to a middle-aged man who grunted a reply before carrying on with his business. Talking on the phone, making himself such an easy target. So he really only had himself to blame. Laughing she took out the wallet, smiling at the license and making a quick count before shoving it back into her pocket. The next victim wasn't so oblivious, and soon began shouting after her once he realized his wallet was missing. But by that time there was enough distance between the two to give her the head start she needed to get out of there. Ah, what a bummer to end the spree so early. But that shouting would draw the police's attention without a doubt, so for now she would just call it a day. Returning to her apartment she ate more cold pizza before going to her bedroom. After a quick change she sat on the bed, giggling happily as she emptied the two wallets on the purple blanket, stuffing all the dollars and change into a flower of a lighter purple color, the pattern that repeated itself throughout the blanket. With this she could pay this month's rent, but not much else. Sighing she curled up around the day's claim. "One day, I'll eat a nice, juicy steak. Or some fancy fish dish. Everyday...with money of my own..." The pleasant thoughts of good food and a nice lifestyle was enough to shift her into a peaceful slumber. ………………… Tumblr › Wearing › Mood ›› Content › Interaction Level ›› 0
[ ◦ ♥ ◦ ♠ ◦ ♣ ◦ ♦ ◦ ] Three down...yet so many more to go. The lyrics were only in her head but she hummed along as Elizabeth walked the streets. It just calmed her so from the earlier panic. But I know...they shall all fall. This cabin seemed like a great place to rest, but before she could do so it must be cleared out first. So she waited and watched the teens that had chatted inside. Jokes, idle fancies, then finally a plan to snatch some wallets. And with that they were gone. And maybe...you'll see it this way too. Going inside was easy enough, for even though the door was locked a window had been neglected. Then she found the couch, finding it nice and cozy to sleep on. I only do it for you... The humming only stopped as she drifted off to sleep. [ LEVEL ELEVEN - BGM11 - STATUS: DEFEAT- UPDATE: N/A ] With the Prince back in his chambers Anthony decided to make some dinner. It was a mighty challenge, fit for a hero such as himself. But alas! He shall be victorious. It was his first time using the stove though... What did this knob do? Ah, it made fire! Great, he needed that. And a pot for the noodles... Did they go in before or after the water started boiling? After, right? ... That was taking too long! So he threw them right in and just kept it on high. What else could be make? Oh, garlic bread. He didn't trust anything in the freezer still so plain bread with some added butter would do and once that was ready he put it in the oven. Now for a drink. Let's see...oh, there's still some soda in the fridge. Warm, but soda nonetheless. And with his prized drink he returned to the living room to finish his drink before sword fighting some ogres. Who knew how much time that took. "Huh?" Sniff, sniff. Was something burning? "Ah!" Running back to the kitchen he turned everything off. But in the end he could not save the food, deciding to simply leave the burnt bread and ruined noodles on the stove. This was a sad day, when the hero could not make a simple meal. The thought brought tears to his eyes and as punishment he refused to eat anything at all. So with an empty stomach he made his way to the couch where he curled up and slept on once more.
just need hayden's skill sheet
just remember the pg 13 rule. all else is fine
Match One Winners: Star and Masaru due to forfeit. -skips some matches- Match Ten: Team 28: Shiina and Scarlet vs Team 11: Hayden and Kaito I'll give someone else the chance to post first and start the match.
Spoiler: Notes I've decided to put a 24 hour period between the last vote and when I start writing the next part to keep things moving (though obviously a bit late in posting this time). Sure more people would be nice but I'm content with just the one right now. It's more than what I could ask for with this choppy writing, with second person being my weakest style. Still it seemed the most fitting, however maybe I'll go with third person for the final product. → Save The game has been saved. → Maybe I could see Marie now... You decide that this stalker of yours can be dealt with another time, and thus find yourself heading to Marie's room. It was just too troublesome, that speak of her 'final days'. Sure you asked the staff to keep watch on her, but that didn't feel like enough. But as you reach her door a nurse stops you. She's a new one, this redhead, though already it feels as if she's been here for as long as you have. Even so, her name always escapes you until after you hear her voice. "Good day, Dr. Cross. Mind if I have a word?" Victoria. That's it. "Sure," you utter, trying to get a glance at Marie's door but she blocks your view. "What is it?" A smile forms on her lips as she seems happy to have caught your attention. Now that you think back on today you remember someone saying she was looking for you this morning. Had she been trying to get to speak to you all day? Just the thought makes you feel awful. "You forgot to sign these." Victoria hands you the clipboard she held, and on it are some forms you had filled out earlier. You hardly pay them any attention before signing, wondering if that was all she wanted. "Thank you," she sighs with relief as she takes them back from you. However her grateful expression soon turns into worry as she watches you. "You don't look too good." "Huh? Oh," a nervous chuckle, "yeah I guess I haven't been sleeping much lately." Victoria falls silent, looking down at the forms in thought. Moments later and she perks up, smiling once more. "Hey, why don't you just let me handle all the paperwork for a few days? With that new arrival there's bound to be loads coming in soon for you to fill out. Just tell me what to put on them and you can focus on what's really important; the patients." Giving a tired smile you nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice. Thank you." "No problem." She grabs your arm and turns you around before giving you a slight push. "Now go on, go home and get some rest." You laugh, saying alright before leaving. It wasn't until after you were driving away from Raghnall did you realize you never checked on Marie. But at this point it was a bit too late to drive back and mend this. Too many questions would be asked and the doctor that took the next shift already disliked you for the amount of overtime you took. So it seemed best to avoid conflict. I'll just see how she's doing tomorrow, you think as you get out of your car once it was parked in the driveway. The afternoon breeze was cool without bringing you shivers. A good temperature, really. However it won't be long before it becomes freezing so you make your way inside, only to hear your phone going off on the way. Who would be texting you at this hour? Oh, it's the mystery sender. Wait, isn't it a bit earlier for that? If they were slipping up that would... How do you reply? → What the hell do you mean? Just who are you? → LEAVE ME ALONE. → Kill them? How? → Don't reply. → Save
[ ◦ ♥ ◦ ♠ ◦ ♣ ◦ ♦ ◦ ] The gun. The gun was useful to take out her legs. Yes, but the knife...oh the knife was so much more fun. Elizabeth sat in an ally, with wide eyes and a grin. It was a shame she had to throw that jacket into the bay, it was new after all. But that amount of blood could never be washed it could it? So it only seemed like the smart thing to do. But now she shivered. It was just so cold... 'Please don't kill me. I didn't mean it I swear! I didn't mean-' Then the girl's pleads became screams. Those screams were so pleasant to listen to, so much so that Elizabeth couldn't help but to laugh. Oh but time was always a problem, forcing her to be in and out as quick as possible. Maybe next time she'd take them to a place where no one can hear them... The blood had been washed from her hands but staring at them now she swore she could still see it. Everywhere...it's everywhere... I need to get away from it. I need to get safe. Standing now she rushed away from her spot, going out to find a new place to spend the night. [ LEVEL ELEVEN - BGM11 - STATUS: WOO - UPDATE: N/A ] Without an answer he remained in the dark about how hot springs worked, but smiled nonetheless. Oh. It was soon wasn't it? Brian didn't say when but it had to be coming up sometime soon. So he needed to get ready! But all of his stuff was gone... He could keep borrowing clothes from The Prince but it wasn't right. A hero did not take to charity so easily, not when they were as powerful as he. It meant they could get money of their own. So...time for some help! "I need this again," he mumbled, snatching the phone. "Don't worry, last time." He said with a sly grin. Hopefully this would impress The Prince enough for him to forget about his freeloading. He dialed a number quickly, saying only 'I need clothes and a phone. No there has to be a jacket. Yeah, thanks. No of course I'll fight you later, if you don't cry after I crush you,' before hanging up and giving the phone back to Brian. He jumped around while waiting for his contact to come through. When they did, not too long afterwards, the doorbell ran but when Anthony opened it there was no one there. It was just a bag on the doorstep. "Sweet!" He shouted before running back into the living room with the bag, picking out a jacket from it. It was just like his old one! Man he really was in debt now.
[ LEVEL ELEVEN - BGM 11- STATUS: WOO - SHORT POST OOPS - UPDATE: N/A ] Jumping up Anthony felt as if he suddenly had the power of a thousands suns. "YEAH LET'S DO IT." Instead of telling Brian all the numbers, since saying those got annoying, he snatched the other boy's cell from his hand instead. Rudeness? What the hell was that? With it he easily entered the numbers of everyone he had, which was basically everyone from the email originally. Once that was finished he handed the phone back to Brian and jumped to his feet. "I've never been to a hot springs. Is it cool? Will there be food? Wow this is going to be fun."
it's okay i know you're still like learning right? yeah just make a post with a surrender though cause we need that to end it
Yeah, I like that. Both sides should get hit at least every now and then in fights unless one side complete overpowers the other. Even then it depends. In this case that's barley an issue, as there's hardly any reactions to one's attacks. Like Star's daggers got completely ignored as far as I can see. So that's why I'm giving you all the win. On the other hand he is controlling two characters in one fight so benefit of the doubt, but since I don't want this to drag on forever I wish to end it tonight, which can be done since everyone seems to be online and I just called out the winners.
They will probably win since I'm not seeing Chie react to any of their attacks for the most part and that last post is godmodding. They're new but it needs to end now anyway. Maybe the next fight will show the difference? Anyway I think I'm going to give Star and Masaru the win.
i can extend it a day i suppose. don't want this to go on for too long with everyone else waiting too.
[/url] The bed of cardboard she made was topped with some newspaper before being set aflame. And once that happened her eyes became transfixed on the scene, and then everything felt like it'd be alright. It was a rather perfect moment, soon to be ruined by someone shouting 'hey you!' The annoying cop, always in the wrong place at the wrong time. She really wished to stay her ground and hurt the man, but instead ran. Let's not get arrested and go through that ordeal again. The most amazing part about this is that even with weakened legs she still outran the cop. Did he just have one too many donuts? Giggling at the thought she made her way to the usual spot, an old and forgotten cabin in Blackpowder Wood. Others were already there, four of them. And each one seemed surprised that she was still alive. One even congratulated her on being so, another said good job on breaking the ex's nose. If only he knew how much that stung. Returning the comments with a simple thanks, Daniel grabbed a can of beer from the cooler and took a spot on the couch. There was an old beaten one here before, but the teens managed to replace most of the old shit with their new shit. At the end it became pretty nice looking and cozy, as she said it would be. That bet gave her twenty dollars. Looking around now she wondered if she could just live here instead of having to deal with those damned annoying bill collectors. Jokingly she said this and the line of jokes soon became a serious debate. In the end the one who found it, Lee, had rights over who could stay here if at all. And of course the guy wasn't even here today. Sighing she realized she would have to hunt the guy down sometime. …………………Tumblr › Wearing › Mood ›› Annoyed › Interaction Level ›› 5
i think i'll give it to the end of today before i just use a rng to decide the winner but you know you can decide amongst yourselves in this thread
[ LEVEL ELEVEN - BGM 11- STATUS: FIVE MORE MINUTES? - UPDATE: N/A ] Mumbling in his sleep was Anthony, sprawled about on the couch. The Prince had given him some soft clothes, though they were the most plain ones he could find. All that fancy stuff wasn't for him. Though a scarf would be neat, he could have The Prince's powers that way. These thoughts lead to more pleasant dreams in the morning, one being him on top of his own castle, laughing madly as his armies fought bravely in the war. The Master of Logic was even there, making out battle plans. The Dragon Tamer had her dragons ready and even found riders for all of them, thanks to the help from The Dancer. The Archer of Death had even came back to their side, using her magic arrows to take down hordes of demons with just one shot. On the opposing side the Evil Temptress' armies had dark creatures of all kinds. She even had help from the Gambler and held the Fire Sage hostage. Later on another witch came along, casting awful spells that crippled his soldiers. Kill everyone, she said, turning King Anthony's armies against each other. But ha! Their assassin was just too fast to be hit with those cursed words. And the Priest's holy words will surely heal the infected. It was getting close, each side a powerful force to behold. Then, an unexpected twist! The First Prince became a giant, hovering over King Anthony's castle saying words that would- "Ah!" Falling now, Anthony found himself on the floor once more. It would seem that his dreaming had came to an end. "I just need...a few more minutes..." he mumbled into the carpet, unwilling to get up. But it was too late to go back to the dream, for once up going back down was just impossible. He looked up at Brian with a dazed expression, blinking several times before everything came into focus. "Yes, prince?"
(forgot to change loft to house, oops. edited) → I never really did greet the new neighbors. About three doors down there was a moving truck parked in front of a house. It's been there for a few days now, making it a rather slow move in. At least compared to what you're used to. In any case from what you've heard a father and daughter now live there, though no one has really heard much from them since their arrival. Some complain about this but you figure it is simply because they are busy. Though hopefully not too busy for a little welcome? Hoping it'd be okay you make your way over there to see a frail young female lifting what appears to be the last box out of the truck and a man on the phone. The man was pacing in the yard but as soon as he noticed you he hangs up before waving. Taking this as your opening you move closer, smiling the best you can. "Hey," you greeted before shaking hands with the man. "I live three doors down and realized that I never came over to introduce myself. Name's Riley Cross." "Issac Black. And that's my daughter," he pointed over to the girl who had came back outside after taking the box in. It seems as if she was closing the truck, marking the end of the first stage of moving. "Karen, want to say hi to our guest?" She shot a glare at you before her expression softened. The girl seemed torn between saying something pleasant or something awful. In the end nothing came from here and she simply went back inside. This resulted in laughter from Issac, which wasn't exactly the reaction you expected from a parent. "Isn't she great? Anyway, sorry to cut things short but we really got to finish this. Maybe you could come over sometime next week though, for dinner? Or even better, let's throw a party!" "Sounds great," you said with a nod as the man retreated inside. Whether or not you'll go remains undecided, but it seemed hard to say no. Maybe this was mostly due to the fact he had shut the door before you could say anything at all. Sighing you realize things will probably get loud in this once quiet neighborhood. In any case it's about time you got to work. ---- Talking to the neighbors didn't take much time but somehow you've only just made it. This gave you no down time for coffee or to hang out with your co-workers. Instead it was straight to work. And apparently that meant talking to a new arrival. Normally these things were scheduled better with a warning ahead of time, but for some reason today was the first time you ever heard of Marie Bret. A murderer, apparently, and possibly a Paranoid Schizophrenic. Though it wouldn't honestly be the first time a criminal pleaded the insanity card in hopes of getting a lighter sentence or to be spared from being placed in a ruthless environment. You were wondering if that was the case here as you waited in your office for the patient to be brought to you by a nurse. When she finally got there you watched as the brunette took her seat across from you. The two of you were about the same age and yet something about her seemed...older. There were better words, yes, but they escaped you at the time. It just looked like she was already reaching her end. It was hard to ignore this but you had to for the session had to start. But no matter what you asked she did not say a word. Only near the end did see finally start talking. "You seem like a good man, one who truly cares for the people here...which is why I can't tell you anything." It seemed like you were finally getting somewhere. "What do you mean?" She paused, looking back with uncertainty. A war raged within her as she tried to decide what to say next. "It seems wrong not to warn you, since you may already be involved in this conflict. There's just...the faint smell of a demon on you. On this entire building. At least one must be here..." "A demon?" It was hardly the first time a patient spoke of demons, though this time it wasn't by a crazed looking person. In fact she had none of the usual twitches or scared expression. She was calm and appeared to be perfectly at peace. "Why is the demon here?" "Well they have to look after their own, right? No," she noticed your look, "I'm not a demon. I was close to becoming one but...well, all the failures seem to end up in places like these for their final days." You tried asking what she meant by that but no matter how you asked she went back to saying nothing. And soon the session was over. Even as a doctor it seemed that you could not postpone it's end, not this time anyway. After she was taken away a sense of hopelessness overwhelmed you. Why? No reason came to you. But no matter how hard you tried to shake it, it would not go away. And before you knew it the day was nearing an end. With your shift over you must now decide what to do. But before you do...you withdrew your phone. Today is your brother's day off and surely Mr. FBI can help you out with this mystery sender. It may be impossible to get in touch with him for the rest of the week. So what to do? → Maybe I could see Marie now... → With his resources he could easily find out who this 'stalker' is. → I just want to go home. 'Save' is now available! If you reach a Dead End or Game Over we'll go back to the last saved spot. Only one person needs to save and it can be in the same post as their choice. → Save
To make her own bullets? Well that certainly would be more useful, and she wouldn't be taking Skye's time away. So both won in the end. "Okay, I'm your student then." What an odd word to say these days... After that the young adult moved to the nearest window to peek through an opening in the boards. Going to the roof would make things easier to see, but she would be needed down here. She even had her own makeshift operating table ready to go with supplies needed to fix up most wounds. It would simply be a matter of waiting now. "How many are out there?"
DAY 11 December 10th, Sunday [/url] A bed had been her best friend for these past few days. It never left here, it never even went anyway. So no matter what she did or how hard she punched it or screamed into the pillow it remained there. Surely it was more loyal than anyone she had ever met. And it was especially more loyal than her. "Why did I do that?" He hurt you. The email said no romance. It's better this way. He hurt you. He was mean. You deserve better. It was abuse. You shouldn't have taken it at all. You'll find someone better. He had it coming. Abuse. "If I hurt myself can I replace myself then? Do I need to find a better 'self'?" Don't hurt yourself. Don't do it. Please don't do it. There was only pleads, never any actual reasons. Still, she had no energy to do it let alone move. And at least the bed tried. So the only thing she did was lie in bed, hugging a pillow and pretending not to exist. Today would be different though. Today she finally had the strength to pull herself out of the bed and leave the dark room, though granted the rest of her house was barley any brighter. The only actual light was the one from the fridge which presented her with the food she had longed for throughout her days of depression, though simply could not make. She could have died like that. Would have saved that Cresitla, or whatever, person the trouble. Ha...a game with humans? They were far too boring and cruel for her taste. Why, if she was a demon she would just set fire to the world. Yeah...watching it burn would bring her the ultimate happiness. But for now she simply settled for the small bit of joy the cold pizza slice gave her. She needed it, as there was no way she still had a job. Those phone calls she failed to answer yesterday was probably her boss firing her. And her mother...oh god her mother... Standing in a quick motion sent her head spiraling which resulted in blurred vision, though she cared little for this or the pain that would soon come as she punched the nearest wall. Russian swears even poured out despite her hatred for the culture. It was just...that WOMAN. And oh god. Her father and...THOSE PEOPLE. Shutting her eyes the girl ran her fingers through her hair and started to breath heavily. She needed...to calm down. Yeah, chill the fuck out. And go outside, after all that laying down her poor legs must have needed the walk. Inhale. Exhale. Whew... Okay. Now she was ready to return to the streets and see what's changed in the world. But before that...to shower and change and grab her bag. Okay. Now she was ready to go. Though there was no detestation in mind... Maybe her friends wanted company? If they even knew she was still alive. But before anything...there had to be fire. Something needed to burn in some ally. Near or far it just had to be somewhere and it had to be soon, because at this rate she may just kill someone. Though, even with her crime spree she wouldn't actually do that. That was just some crazy shit, and even if some thought she was already too far gone, she wasn't. And no way would she get on the level of those insane freaks anytime soon. ………………… Tumblr › Wearing › Mood ›› NEEDS TO BURN SOMETHING › Interaction Level ›› 0
