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This song. I'm sorry. //sick dying jayn is sick and dying.

I accidentally deleted my original file that was recorded before I got sick so I had to choke this out last minute lmao this is what sick jayn sounds like

Anzu. Dat chorus is really hard to sing. You're doing good.

//thus why jayn gave up on dubbing this

@Fearless; Made me really sleepy, in a good way.

LIGHTS LIGHTS LIGHTS LIGHTS

I think this is the first time I've heard this song all of the way through lmao.

Good job, Amethyst. Very pretty. ​

Well the total runtime is like 44 minutes so you won't miss very many. o: Lots of drop outs.

The verb and placement is really good.

Good job, PaW.~

So much emotion. ;__;​

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Madeline was in this strange state of half-consciousness for quite some time. She wasn't sure how much longer she had to go, she wanted to eat. She was tempted to start eating the goddamn carpet soon if something didn't change. Her head was reeling, even though her forehead rested unmoving on her knees. The words of those around her drifting in one ear and right out of the other.

She wasn't paying attention anymore. She was just floating, a bit, in existence. She felt so tired and weak, but she knew better than to let herself fall into a deeper slumber. How long had it really been since she last ate? She was used to skipping meals, but she still lived off of water. Her mouth felt so dry, and her body felt so much heavier than usual. Would they really die here? She would most likely kill and eat someone before she let herself die like this.

Still, she continued floating in this semi-consciousness...That is, until she registered what Quin said about offing someone. A quiet sigh escaped her chapped lips. She was happy. Maybe they would finally listen. Before she knew it, they were listening. Her head lifted slowly.

Everything was happening so quickly now. A vote, and then Quin was on the stage.

She was genuinely surprised. She wished Quin hadn't have been the one. Though she herself wouldn't have really hesitated, she didn't like to think of Quin as someone who would kill so easily. It put a bad taste in her mouth. She wished Temperance had done it.

Madeline didn't look to Abby. She didn't want to see or hear the arrow piercing the small girl, so she covered her ears and diverted her gaze. She didn't like gore, and the witnessing of injury or death...It didn't always sit right with her. It pulled a switch. The same switch that was flipped whenever she was called anything other than Madeline or M. She did not always like it.

This situation...it really made her think of Abby in a way she hadn't before. That was saying enough, she thought. She didn't know Abigail, but she also had never cared to. She just seemed so meek and so victimized at times. She was quiet enough not to get on M's nerves, but she never stood out either. She felt a little, tiny bit guilty that she felt nothing for the girl. Then again, who would she have felt something for?

After a few more moments of silence went by, Madeline finally pulled her hands down into her lap.

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She flicked a glance to Abby. She saw nothing but a trail of blood soaking through the carpet where her body lay, and an oddly bent arm. The rest of her was blocked by some of the auditorium seats. Madeline was grateful. She heard no screaming, though. No noise at all, actually. Did that mean...?

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Nothing was happening, though. Did it not work? Oh man, how humiliating that would be. No doubt she'd be blamed for bringing it up to begin with. She started to think up defenses.

Then the room started shaking.

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❝CONGRATULATIONS, KALLISTI!❞​

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[/url]The lights in the auditorium flickered and then shut off completely. A moment later the stage lit up with a single spotlight centered right on the dark-haired violinist. The room rattled and shook--dust floating down from the lights and cables like snow; and when the auditorium began to still, Kallisti dropped where she stood, right underneath the perfect circle of light.

A few seconds passed before she stirred. Kallisti's body lifted and she dragged her feet against the stage theatrically--her usually kept and neat hair was now messily dangling over her delicate features. When her eyes finally lifted, they were much darker than usual and a crooked--completely unnatural smile stretched her lips.

"Dear KALLISTI...the FIRST to KILL another PLAYER!" Her shoulders shook with a husky laugh. "How FUN! What an INTERESTING gameboard! I APPLAUD you! LOOK, everyone she has FREED you!"

Her dead eyes peered out into the audience. There was an unlocking sound. She waved to them childishly, then stepped back and away from the edge of the stage. Her smile shrunk somewhat now.

"But you know...An EYE for an EYE," the spotlight flared in response and the lights directly above the stage creaked. "a TOOTH for a TOOTH..."

The bow suddenly rose and dangled freely in the air, swiveling and stationing above the front of the stage. Kallisti's arms spread out wide, and her feet stayed planted now in the center of the stage.

"You know what I am saying, RIGHT?" Her head tilted in genuine curiosity. The bow stretched back, drawn with an arrow much sharper than the one released upon Abigail. "BYE, BYE."

The arrow flew forward.

1. Carnival of Rust / Tummer
2. Paradise / PaW
3. Lights / Amethyst
4. The Call / Fearless
5. Titanium / Heart
6. Irony (acoustic, English)/ Anzu
7. No Pain no Gain / Jayn
8. Renai Circulation / Cookiie
9. Ichirin no Hana / Moshi
10. Take On Me / Janson
11. I See the Light / Maka
12. Nobody Else But You / Forsaken & Mish
    
    
    As always...please check the OP. If your name is in red, come talk to me.
    Spoiler: if you re on probation

    you don't have to talk to me, but please keep in mind that when you don't, I fester in this boiling pot of disdain towards you--*shot*.
    
    If you're thinking that I don't want to hear excuses (because you have two weeks to do this), then you're right, but when you don't own up to it and gather up the courage to say a thing to me is what causes the most problems...now and in the future. lol I'm pretty chillax when people communicate with me and let me know what's up.
    
    The problems start when you just disappear and leave me wondering wtf. That's like me just not showing up for KN/finishing the file, and leaving you all just kind of sitting there wondering why as I appear back on KHV like everything cool and dandy without taking responsibility or keeping you updated.
    
    So, yeah. Honestly. Please be responsible. If you enjoy KN/KHVC, chances are you'll want to participate again somewhere down the line. It'll be way less awkward for everyone if you stay on trustworthy terms with me lol.

Thank you. c:< ​

Finished the mix, somewhat, to KHV Rhapsody...It's pretty special, lol. Putting together some bs video maybe tomorrow??? As some of you may or may not know, I'M SICK AS A DOG and couldn't re-record at all for the fill in lines.

Karaoke Night is my priority atm because lol tomorrow.

Okay, someone pick a time.

3pm EST, 6pm EST, or 9pm EST?

Will recap tomorrow. Too sick. Sleep needed...and I'm pretty sure nothing really happened.

Already said it elsewhere, but I'm not going to have Madeline do anything to end the ~auditorium ark~. So we can spend 30 days in here and all starve to death or eat each other, or someone can do something. Yes, do. You need to act. Well, someone needs to do something or we'll be stuck here FOREVER.

Be creative. FIGHT THE FIGHT.

No, but seriously, being creative and having initiative was like... the number one requirement for joining this RP alongside activity. If you find yourself thinking "omg what do i do i guess i'll just write up some bs post' then stop. loooool Be creative and find a way out of this god damn auditorium so we can move on.

peace homies xoxooxoxo

DAY 9
December 8th, Friday, 12am



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No one really stood out to her until ...Cherno took the stage and went all dramatic and shit. His clapping had almost sent her over the edge and into hysterics. Almost. What was wrong with him? This guy...He was very theatrical, wasn't he? She listened quietly to his conclusions. She thought he was getting this all wrong, but what could she say? The majority of people in this room were completely pussies. No one would just hope right on the train to slaughterville. Still...The weirdo was making more progress than most of the people here. That was enough to keep her from lashing out.

She was honestly not sure how much longer she could go without eating or drinking something. She couldn't even find the strength to pull herself off of the steps. What he was talking about...banning together against a 'cosmic force' and what not. That sounded a lot like rebellion to her. They could go ahead and work together in their orgy of Mary-Sues, but she wasn't getting involved in an attempt to fight against Crestatia. Anyone who trying to rebel against a deity who could just throw gas trucks into diners didn't seem very intelligent at all.

Temperance was making the most sense to her. John only echoed Cherno.

"Well, if we're still here, no one's got it right yet..."

She muttered. Her vision was beginning to blur a bit, so she laid her head back on top of her knees. Her stomach growled. "Oh god."

She was becoming more and more impatient. She wasn't sure what she'd do if survival instinct seriously kicked it. For now, she would try to rest, even for just a bit.