[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing | OOC!! xxxxxxxxx❝It's not everyday that God and Earth have two of their people meet like this...witch.❞Her face drained of color for a moment. Who was this? How did he know that she was a witch? After a few seconds of narrowing her eyes at the stranger, she began to calm herself down. Perhaps he attended Bellhurst with her. Her cheeks and ears burned. It wouldn't be strange for someone from high school to recognize her...She did not do a very good job of blending in with everyone else. She glanced down at her umbrella. That must have been a dead give away, too. She never went anywhere without it. She found that it was excellent at stopping negative energies. This man had a strangely hued aura, though. It was a sort of monochrome one. Smoky, without much of a glow. It was difficult to make out what the original color had been, but this gray...It didn't seem to be his true, dominate color. She would have to practice her Auric sight if she were to analyze his spirit more accurately.He had mentioned God...Was he a Christian or a Catholic, maybe? Perhaps the...pushy type? Why was he speaking to her...? There were no malicious energies coming from him, but...xxxxxxxxx❝Not everyday, indeed...❞ Her tone was very suspicious. Before she could figure out what else could possibly be said, another girl sat by the bus stop, a boy arrived, and the bus came shortly after. She stood up, brushing her bangs out of her face and clutching her umbrella and bag closer to her. She turned to bid the boy farewell, but stopped upon making eye contact with him. He had...Two different colored eyes! Was he...A witch, too, maybe? Maybe that's why his aura was hidden! He must have great spiritual ability to be able to do--...but then why was he referring to God? Unless he meant ...She tilted her head. Maybe he didn't know...Maybe he didn't even know that he possessed magical abilities! How exciting! xxxxxxxxx❝Excuse me! Will you sit with me, on the bus? There is something urgent we must discuss!❞Her shyness had completely evaporated now. All that she could think of was telling him of his abilities. She hoped he wouldn't decline. Instead of waiting for an answer, she turned and stepped onto the shuttle. After paying her fee, she skipped down the aisle and towards the back so that they could talk without disturbing anyone. She hoped the stranger in the back wouldn't mind.
yeahhh like some people are saying, if you don't feel you have a reason to be here anymore then...go? no one is tying you down and forcing you to be here. if you feel there's no reason anymore, then go ahead. you can always come back later if you want.
please drop out today or not at all.
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing| OOC The lobby was clearing up a bit as people either lost interest on their own or were asked to leave by the staff themselves. She wasn't sure how much time had past, but Simon still hadn't appeared and she was getting tired. She considered getting up and running off again in search of him at first, and then decided against it. Not only was Anne keeping a close eye on her from the front desk, but the thought of running into whoever had apparently killed the two victims did not sit right with her either. She hoped Simon was okay. She hoped.xxxxxxxxx❝...Eleanor?❞She lifted her eyes. Anne. She wondered what all of the other staff were doing ... and then remembered the crowd of people that were being taken care of...The lady had gotten her name wrong, but it was no big deal, as disrespectful as that was. The woman couldn't have known that she was a witch. She made sure to wipe her eyes dry again before responding to her name with a quiet 'Mm?'. xxxxxxxxx❝Simon Lewis...Room 302, yes? It seems that room has checked out for quite some time, sweetie.❞ Anne seemed nervous. She must not have known what to do with her now. This was okay, though. Eleanora smiled a genuine smile and Anne visibly relaxed. She must have expected her to cry again. Witches weren't that predictable! Pulling herself up, she slung the bag back over her shoulder and picked up her umbrella again. xxxxxxxxx❝Thank you...!❞Without any more time wasted, she left the lobby and stepped outside of the lodge. It was terribly cold out, but luckily she was dressed semi-appropriately. The springs hadn't appealed to her, but she had wanted to go skiing...She didn't feel much like doing so any more. If the room was checked out...Simon had left her. He had probably gone home. Though, it was weird that he hadn't at least taken his things with him. Perhaps he had been drinking. He did that a lot. Maybe he went away with a woman.She continued to analyze and ponder it as she made her way back to the bus top, wishing for the shuttles to still be running. Luckily, she had made it to the stop just twenty minutes before the next bus was supposed to arrive.Simon disappeared often, and while he was with her, he seemed exasperated and annoyed. Maybe she embarrassed him. Maybe he was ashamed of her. She should be a better little sister. She should learn how to behave...How not to embarrass people. How to hide her gifts. Most mortals were not understanding. They were not forgiving. They were not tolerant. They did not appreciate the world around them or the magic. She didn't want to admit it, but Simon was no different.No, not at all.
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing | OOC | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝...said it was a homicide. Two people dead...❞ She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but she was just as curious as to what had happened in there as anyone else would be. She tilted her head and then stepped back from the entry way to the lock rooms quickly before she was noticed by the two strangers. Dead? She closed her eyes for a moment to offer a small tribute, and then she turned around, instantly met with a growing crowd of people. This place would be packed soon...at least until the owners inevitably shooed everyone away. Her eyes scanned the crowd of strangers for her brother, but did not find him. The spell hadn't worked...Or, rather, she hadn't been focused enough. Eleanora weaved her way nervously through the crowd, apologizing to those she hit with the heavy bag or the closed umbrella that hung on her arm. Timidly, she made her way to the front desk. It took a few moments to be paid any attention, but once she was noticed a kind looking lady asked her what she needed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝I'm looking for my brother...S-Simon Lewis. I can't find him a-anywhere.❞ Why was she crying? Tears fell down her cheeks as she offered the necessary information and explained her situation in detail. The woman's face was extremely grim for a moment before turning sympathetic, and it frightened Eleanora. Had she said something wrong? Or maybe the woman thought that her brother had something to do with the murders? The lady made a call and then directed the girl to the lobby. The woman's name was Anne, and she prepared a nice cup of hot chocolate and also offered her a blanket. She was to wait for Simon to answer a call from the lodge's intercom on one of the couches. She did not like staying here, but she did not feel like she had a choice. Her eyes locked onto a sleeping figure on the couch opposite of her for a few moments, but then she felt rude and diverted them. Instead, she cuddled back into the cushions and took a sip of her chocolate. She sniffled.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝...said it was a homicide. Two people dead...❞ She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but she was just as curious as to what had happened in there as anyone else would be. She tilted her head and then stepped back from the entry way to the lock rooms quickly before she was noticed by the two strangers. Dead? She closed her eyes for a moment to offer a small tribute, and then she turned around, instantly met with a growing crowd of people. This place would be packed soon...at least until the owners inevitably shooed everyone away. Her eyes scanned the crowd of strangers for her brother, but did not find him. The spell hadn't worked...Or, rather, she hadn't been focused enough. Eleanora weaved her way nervously through the crowd, apologizing to those she hit with the heavy bag or the closed umbrella that hung on her arm. Timidly, she made her way to the front desk. It took a few moments to be paid any attention, but once she was noticed a kind looking lady asked her what she needed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝I'm looking for my brother...S-Simon Lewis. I can't find him a-anywhere.❞ Why was she crying? Tears fell down her cheeks as she offered the necessary information and explained her situation in detail. The woman's face was extremely grim for a moment before turning sympathetic, and it frightened Eleanora. Had she said something wrong? Or maybe the woman thought that her brother had something to do with the murders? The lady made a call and then directed the girl to the lobby. The woman's name was Anne, and she prepared a nice cup of hot chocolate and also offered her a blanket. She was to wait for Simon to answer a call from the lodge's intercom on one of the couches. She did not like staying here, but she did not feel like she had a choice. Her eyes locked onto a sleeping figure on the couch opposite of her for a few moments, but then she felt rude and diverted them. Instead, she cuddled back into the cushions and took a sip of her chocolate. She sniffled.
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing!! | OOC!!! | Eleanora was woken up by the sound of blaring sirens. Instantly regretting her decision to sleep with the window open, she threw the fluffy blankets further over her head, and in a slightly whiny voice, called out for her big brother. The second bed was closer to the window, and she didn't feel like getting out of her own and revealing her warmed skin to the cold air. If only she had brought her wand to bed with her... When Simon remained silent, she lifted her head up and squinted her blue eyes at the light. The second bed was empty and the blankets were untouched. It wasn't out of character for Simon to get caught up in other things, but it was strange that he had completely disappeared. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝Simon?❞There was no response, so she slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position and rubbed her eyes. Not so concerned with the window anymore, she climbed out of bed and walked over to the closet. She slid the door back and pulled out the duffle bag Simon had brought with them. As she dug through it for her outfit, she registered that all of his things were still there--including his cell phone and extra clothes. Hmmm... She got dressed quickly and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. When she was done, she slung the bag over her shoulder with some effort (she nearly toppled over twice) and left the room. She didn't plan on returning until she found Simon. Perhaps a seeking spell? She closed her eyes and took a deep, spiritually cleansing breath of air. ❝Guiding spirit, I ask for your charity. Lend me your focus and some of your clarity. Lead me to what I need to find...Restore that and my peace of mind....LAEN MA TU SIMOOOON!❞ She opened her eyes and shot off down the halls in a sprint, being sure to slow down when she approached any corners or turns. She had no trouble ignoring the stares she got as she maneuvered through the spotty crowds of people and down through the lobby, this time, as she was completely focused now. After all, the Spirit of Guidance was controlling her movements, and each step would bring her closer to her brother. She did not know why Simon disappeared on her the way he did. Never once did it cross her mind that perhaps something bad had happened to him. She was not the type to worry about things like that. Instead, she assumed that he had fallen asleep in the cafeteria...or maybe in the springs! She searched the buffet first, but there was no sign of him. Next, she headed to the baths...But then something stopped her. She wasn't going to go into the men's hotspring, no way! She whimpered and shifted from foot to foot in conflict. In a much smaller voice than last time, she called out into the men's locker room. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝S-Simon?❞ Her voice echoed slightly as she peered into the locker room. It was completely empty. It couldn't hurt, could it...? She took a step... No! It was...It was improper. She was a lady, after all, witch or not! She didn't want to...to...see anything. What if she got into trouble? Well that was silly, no one was aroun--xxxxxxxxx❝Excuse me!❞Eleanora squeaked, shoulder stiffening at the authoritative voice coming from behind her. She turned around and readied an apology, but the man didn't seem the least bit interested in her. In fact, none of the adults following him did. She recognized their uniforms... Paramedics? They were bringing two stretchers near along with some other gear, and she quickly stepped out of their way, watching them disappear through the women's locker room. There was a crowd of people gathering and her heart was pounding. What was happening? Where was Simon?
Eleanora was woken up by the sound of blaring sirens. Instantly regretting her decision to sleep with the window open, she threw the fluffy blankets further over her head, and in a slightly whiny voice, called out for her big brother. The second bed was closer to the window, and she didn't feel like getting out of her own and revealing her warmed skin to the cold air. If only she had brought her wand to bed with her... When Simon remained silent, she lifted her head up and squinted her blue eyes at the light.
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DAY 12-RECAP-Note: This recap will not substitute you actually READING, so do that if you have not or you'll miss things.The recap will only cover things that directly influence the story.(I am not a perfect human being, so I may have missed some things) Bare essentials time. ✖ More information on Aileen's sister trouble. ✖ Everyone goes to Trembling Mountain for a fun hot springs adventure. ✖ Allison and Harley are friends. ✖ Reuben and Temperance talk. Eventually, Madeline and Temperance do the same and leave together. ✖ Russian mother stuff happens. ✖ Cherno loses his memory. This causes a mass RP panic. ✖ Tamora is awful. ✖ M gets a text from Reuben and ends up having sex with John. Whoa. ✖ Allison asks A LOT of questions. Too many to even find a link to. ✖ Heidi has a break down. ✖ John wants to be sex buds with M. ✖ Madeline and Temperance bond. ✖ Whoa ****, omg crazy stuff happens.✖ Harley saves Anthony. ✖ Zoey almost died. (Not really).✖ Cherno almost remembers. ✖ Cue Cherno x Temperance. ✖ Cue Madeline x Quin. ✖ R.I.P. CONCLUSIONS/UPDATES? ✖ Day 13 can start at any time preferably in the morning. Brian should do something. ✖ 3 strikes = you're out regarding the end your day ****. Go to sleep / end your day. End your day. End your day. Please stop making me say it, please. I won't hunt you down or call you out, I'll just keep a mental note and 3/3 = bye. <--This still applies. ✖ Please make sure to keep your Tumblr active (unless it really doesn't make any sense; no phone, no internet, something big is happening). <--This still applies.
WELL, WELL. . .♪ His eyes snapped open to the ceiling and his body shifted a bit. A warm mist blew through his room and swirled above him, carrying the comforting scent of the hot springs with it. It was dark, but he could see perfectly fine. His lips stretched out in a smile, and he tiled his head to the side to crack his neck. This body ... He stood up, not needing any sort of aid to do so, and walked from the bed straight out to the hall way. The hall's previously brilliant colors were smeared in a familiar gray. His left hand stretched out, and then appeared an incredibly sharp kukri. He wrapped his fingers around it and made down the halls. If you listened close enough, you could hear a gentle hum vibrating in his throat as he took the steps necessary to reach the room of Quintus and Madeline. Without opening the door, he walked right inside. They were both sleeping, but Madeline's body was the only one seen moving--shifting slighting in her slumber. Altair hovered over her slipping form for a bit, just staring. A sigh left his lips, followed by an uncharacteristic and slightly hysterical giggle. She had cut her hair, which was a shame, because he was looking forward to yanking her up by it. Still, this would have to do. He peeled the blankets back and waited for her eyes to flutter open before speaking. "Hello, MADELINE MOORE." Her eyes widened in horror as he lifted the machete and she went to scream--and to move--only to find that no sound would come out and her muscles wouldn't cooperate. He paused. No. There was a better way to do this. His right hand grabbed Madeline by the wrist, and then they were gone. She was shaking so hard, he was afraid her body would give out before he even got to the fun. Next stop, the lobby. He had planned to do this separately, but he couldn't help himself. He appeared beside Temperance and snorted in disgust at her current position. Without any movement on his part, Temperance was yanked upwards and away from the frozen Cherno. He peered deep into her opening eyes and then smiled when she realized what was happening, and registered Madeline's presence. Madeline acknowledged Temperance as well. How fun!! They vanished, reappearing at the edge of the woman's hotsprings. Within another second, their clothes were removed. "This will be FUN. Do not WORRY. Just say the word and I will make sure you feel NO PAIN." He smiled. Of course they couldn't say anything, so he laughed. Hard. He placed both Madeline and Temperance in the springs. As if connected to an invisible string, their arms were pulled out straight. Using the machete, he gently--as to not take off either's entire hand--slid the blade down their wrists until blood began to spill. Within a few minutes, their horrified faces drained of color, and the water turned a deep, dark red. A double suicide. No one would believe that, so within another few seconds, an exchange of text messages appeared on both their phones--most importantly Madeline's--with the timings of them switched around to make sense. Perfect. But Temperance had a baby inside of her. It didn't matter, though. He wouldn't kill a child. He would simply move it elsewhere. And so it was done. Spoiler
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC: must resist lesbian urges】 She wasn't sure what to do, or what to say. Being under the blankets had gotten extremely hot for her, so she pulled them away somewhat, keeping on her side and breathing in the cooler air. She was happy, surprised, and a little bit sad. It wasn't fair...to find someone she cared about, who genuinely cared about her as well, and not be able to do anything about it...She was also afraid. What if this counted as "romance"? Would she die soon? What about Quin? She wanted to get out of bed, and move closer to Quin, at least. She wanted affection. She felt like a child. If she died, then it would mean that she held back for nothing ... But if holding back was the only thing keeping them alive right now, then... She needed to be strong. She couldn't act on her feelings. She heard Quin's thank you and smiled a bit to herself. This was tough. Her cheeks were burning, but she felt great. The shame had been lifted and she felt wonderful. She bit her lip, and pulled the blankets up again, closing her eyes tightly and willing her heart to calm so that she could fall asleep. She would see Quin tomorrow. There was no need to rush into her feelings. Everything would be fine in the morning.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 More discomfort. Would the awkwardness ever end? Quin was just...staring at her...and it was breaking her heart. She already felt bad enough, was it really necessary to give her a stare down? Maybe, despite what she said, she was really disappointed that she hadn't shown. Maybe she felt stood up. A lump grew in her throat. She knew that feeling. She didn't want Quin to feel that way, and she didn't want to be the cause of it. This was all her fault. Everything was her fault. " It is late . . . would you like to go to sleep . . . ? " Madeline nodded slowly. She hadn't brought any pajamas or anything, and had been planning on buying something from the gift store--even just a large t-shirt--but it seemed too late for that now. She felt like she had failed her entire day, and it hurt, a lot. Temperance still hadn't answered her text, which hurt too. She was afraid the girl was sending the text around between her terrible friends, just laughing away. Typical. She shouldn't have opened up to begin with. Where had her resolution gone? Her fingers pulled her heavy sweater away (happy that it was still dark in the room), revealing just a plain white tank top, and she stripped herself of the white jeans and vanilla hued socks she wore. She pulled the blankets and sheets back and wrapped herself up in them, nuzzling her face into the pillow and trying desperately to relieve the ache in her chest. She threw the top blanket over her head and brought her knees closer to her to her. John...Temperance...Quintus...Her mother...Reuben...Thomas. Everything was too much. Suddenly, 100 days felt like a very, very long time. If so much had already happened, what else would? Could she really handle anymore? She couldn't. "Hey, Quin...? Can I have your number?" Her voice was shaky, and quiet. She didn't expect Quin to give it to her, but she did. She was a little ball underneath the blankets as she typed the number into her phone. There was a bit of hesitation, and a lot of stinging in her eyes. She didn't want Quin to be angry with her, and she didn't want to be angry anymore herself. Fuck Crestatia. Fuck this game. Fuck this life. Thomas, where did you go? Why did you leave? Why? Are you waiting for me? I can't have both. [/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing!! | OOC | Running around the halls of the loft had proven a lot more lonely than she had previously expected. There was a lot of commotion, but it only made her a bit nervous. She traveled through the staircases and hallways, and then eventually down to where dinner was being served to find Simon. When she didn't, she took a small plate of food and headed back to her room. She ate alone at the table, finding it odd that it was virtually on the ground. She was grateful that there was no evil presence in her quarters, as that meant she could get good sleep. Moondrop was usually the one to keep watch. She was sure his spirit was still protecting her. She hadn't gone to the hotsprings, as Simon had never returned for her. Instead she spent the rest of the night alone, in her room, practicing chants and simple spells and eventually crawling into her bed when she got sleepy enough.
Thank you so much, Tale. <33 That made me really happy to read. You're a really sweet person, and that really made my day (twice). Let's keep improving togetherrrr, yay. （＾ｖ＾） Spoiler: Eternal Snow Winter / Christmas cover. A few subscriptions away from 900. Yay. I've decided to make this thread kind of like a ...musical journey thread, lol. I may talk about my feelings from time to time. I don't think very many people care about this thread, so I'll just vent sometimes. I often wonder what type of voice I have. Every time I ask someone, they kind of just say "It's your voice, I've never really heard of a voice like this." Which kind of makes me feel really awkward and out of place, even though I think I'm supposed to feel unique, or something. I don't at all. With a song like this, that's completely within my range, I notice it more. Like. I wish I sounded a certain way, and I don't. : ( Sometimes I don't think I'm meant to sing. I think I'm meant to...Make music / lyrics for other people. Which I suppose is alright.
https://www.box.com/s/a2t1m5h9x5mk4qr4fw6n Spoiler [1]Where are you Christmas Why can't I find you [moshi, Fearless] { ♥ } [2]Why have you gone away [HoT,] [3]Where is the laughter You used to bring me [Jayn] { ♥ } [4]Why can't I hear music play [Amethyst] [5] [My world is changing] [moshi] [6] [I'm rearranging] [Jayn] [7] { ♥ } Does that mean Christmas changes too? [Janson,] [8] Where are you Christmas Do you remember [HoT, Cherry] [9] { ♥ } The one you used to know [Jayn, Fearless] [10][I'm not the same one] [Janson] [11][See what the time's done] [idek] [12]Is that why you have let me go [Amethyst] ooooh [13]Christmas is here Everywhere, oh [Jayn] [14]Christmas is here If you care, oh [Janson, Amethyst] [15] { ♥ } If there is love in your heart and your mind [moshi] You will feel like Christmas all the time [17]I feel you Christmas I know I've found you [moshi] [18]You never fade away [Jayn, Fearless] The joy of Christmas Stays here inside us [19] [Fills each and every heart] [Amethyst] with love [20]Where are you Christmas [HoT, Fearless,] [21]Fill your heart with love [Janson, HoT]
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 She felt a little bad telling Temperance, but she trusted she wouldn't spread it around ...Well, she didn't really trust it, but she was trying to. The room was empty, much to her despair. She removed her scarf and hat, slipping out of her boots and placing them neatly against the wall. First stop, the shower. She washed herself quickly and completely, even dipping her hair into the water and scrubbing her scalp clean with one of the delicious smelling shampoos provided. When she was finished, she stepped out and dressed again. Second stop, the bed. She collapsed. She was planning on just taking at twenty minute power nap...But somehow that nap turned into a forty minute one. When she opened her eyes, the room was completely dark. She felt rushed, and a bit panicked as her thoughts flashed over to Quin. She pulled herself out of bed, grabbed her key and brushed through her hair with her fingers like usual. Then she was out of the door and straight to the hot springs. She had never been in one before, but her insecurities were in the back of her mind as she flew past her peers and straight into the locker room. She pulled her clothes away, nearly falling over and giving herself a concussion, and placed the key to her room along with the clothing into a locker. She took a deep shaky breath, frantically wrapping a fluffy white towel around herself and trying to slow her pace as she walked out to the water. She wasn't there. Well, of course not, how long did Madeline think Quin would wait for her? It was okay. It was perfectly fine. It was understandable. She understood. Madeline felt embarrassed, though. Out here pretty much by herself, naked under this towel. She felt embarrassed to have come, and embarrassed that she would have to go back to her room and see her and apologize--assuming Quin was even in there. She wanted to cry again. She didn't know what to do exactly. She didn't want to go back to her room at all. Dressing took a bit longer than undressing had, as she felt pretty sluggish and dead. The nervousness and slight excitement from earlier had melted away into nothing. Her journey back through the lobby, and up to the third floor seemed quieter than it should have. It felt like the world had just kind of died. Why had she come here in the first place again? Temperance? No, because she knew Quin would be there...and she had completely fucked that up. Completely. Good for her. Good for fucking M. It's not like it mattered, though. She couldn't do anything about how she felt anyway. Well...She could. She entered the room as quietly as she could, praying to God Quin was at least sleeping, but no. She was just kind of sitting on the edge of one of the beds. Madeline felt devastated somehow. She wanted to turn around and leave, but she couldn't do that...She wasn't a coward, not all of the time. Still, she was ashamed. Ashamed that she had missed something like that--and ashamed of why she had missed it. This is why it was better for her to just be alone. To not even bother. To not even care. She set her key down and slipped off her shoes again. Her breathing was extremely irregular, and her face was burning, but she somehow forced herself to move forward. "Looks like I just missed you..." It was weird how they hadn't run into each other at all. "I'm...Really sorry, Quintus." She wanted to offer an explanation, but she couldn't do that. She just couldn't. This was all a mess...She sat down on the second bed and sighed softly. Her eyes still felt heavy and sleep sounded like the best option, if she were to escape these feelings.
Makes sense. Alrighty.~ Just being sure.
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