【WEARING | LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE | OOC |♪】 Traffic was terrible. She was already late, but this was just making it worse. There was a knot in the pit of her stomach and it was making her want to turn around and go home. Instead, she pressed onward, avoiding the main streets to the cafe and taking the back ways instead. Too many cars made M extremely nervous. She hated driving, but it was necessary once she got a job. ...To be honest, this wasn't even really her car. It was her mother's. Since the pathetic woman rarely left the house anymore, Madeline was free to take it whenever she wanted. When she arrived at the cafe, she was greeted to a crowd of people and bright yellow CAUTION tape blocking the parking lot off. "What the hell?" She parked on the side of the road and rolled her eyes. There was probably some stupid car accident or something there. Maybe a fire. A group of people were currently being evacuated. She shut off her car and then dug around in her bag for her cell phone. She pressed the phone to her ear once dialing Thomas' number and waited. ...Nothing. She left an annoyed message asking where he was before sighing and getting out of the vehicle. There was such a crowd outside. It was making her nauseous as she scanned it for that idiot. She didn't bother getting closer. She couldn't bare the thought of pushing her way through that disgusting sea of people. Instead she stayed near her car and waited ... and waited ... and waited... Why? Why was she here waiting for HIM? He was no where to be found. Then it dawned on her. He stood her up, didn't he? Or maybe--maybe he had gotten there on time and decided not to wait any longer. Or...Or was it the accident? Did he see the commotion and just leave? Without a WORD to her? Without a call, text or Tumblr update? Without ANYTHING to let her know, or to warn of all of the people? To change location? ...Did she really just waste all of this time getting ready to go on a date with someone like him? The feeling was back. Some sort of aching in her chest, and burning in her eyes. Her throat felt constricted and her bottom lip began to tremble. Before she knew it, she had whipped her cell phone back up and was mashing the button for redial. BEEEEP. "Thomas, I'm here, where are you?" BEEEEP. "It's Madeline again. Are you here at the cafe?" BEEEEP. "...Hey, I know I just called but you're not picking up your phone? This is the right place, right? The cafe from yesterday?" BEEEEP. "Do you want me to meet you at Dark Madness?" BEEEEP. "You son of a bitch, you STOOD ME UP, didn't you?" BEEEEP. "Sorry about that, I'm just ... concerned ... I decided to come, so where are you, Thomas...?" BEEEEP. "...You asshole. I hate you. Never talk to me again. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER." BEEEEP. "I...sincerely hope you're okay. Please. I'm sorry if I upset you the other day, but please come..." Maybe this was a joke? Maybe he was finally standing up for himself? All of the times she called him names, swore at him, lied to him, USED him...Maybe...He really did hate her, hm? She stared at her phone. She was trembling. She wanted to throw up. Her eyes were stinging so badly. She felt like she hadn't blinked in days. She shouldn't have come. She wanted to go home, but she couldn't move. He had to be here, somewhere. He couldn't have done this to her, right? He was a good person, wasn't he? They existed, didn't they? Good people?
Seriously, what is that? That looks absolutely delicious. It kind of looks like banana pudding or tapioca.
This happened. Anyway, no one should know that he's dead, until I say. So everyone just go on about your business, attend Quin's concert, etc.
【WEARING !!!| LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE !!!!!| OOC !!!| ♪ !!!】 She was conflicted. She had found herself awake at 8am, which was ridiculous. This was stupid. She was stupid. Why was she even considering this date? ...That was obvious, actually. Dark Madness was everything she loved thrown into a store. Fabrics and dresses, accessories, anime, Asian music and snacks...Everything. If she went with Thomas, she would be able to splurge without wasting a cent of her money. She could tolerate him for a few hours, couldn't she? She found herself laying there for another hour, eyes locked onto the ceiling. She couldn't move. Or, she didn't want to. What doors would this open? If she actually showed up, what would become of them? She didn't truly want to lead him on and use him. Somewhere deep down inside, she knew that. It was annoying when he frowned (though she rarely saw it). It was annoying when he looked defeated, or hurt. It bothered her. That didn't stop her from being who she was, though, and who she was would hurt him. She rolled onto her stomach, gazing out at her finger tips. What to do, what to do... Her mind rolled back to the first time they had made their agreement. A photoshoot, for a little time with her, he had said. He was naive. He was pathetic, like a child. It was obvious she was taking advantage of him, but he either didn't notice or he didn't care. This upset her. Why did he like her? Why not...Someone like Quin?What was she going to do? She gazed at her phone once before directing her eyes to her backpack. The pictures were in there. All but one...The picture with him and her that he had emailed her last night after their conversation on Tumblr. He looks so ridiculous happy, just to be next to her. It was sickening, offensive, gut wrenching and sad. A thought popped into her head that maybe she should date him. He would spoil her rotten, after all. She'd get all of the photoshoots and Dark Madness trips in the world. ...This thought only made her feel worse. She was such a terrible person. Someone like him shouldn't be with someone like her. Still... She curled up and hugged her pillow to her stomach, letting out a deep, exasperated sigh. The air seemed thicker than usual down there for some reason. Maybe she would go. ...But there was no way she would be on time. No way at all. She would make him wait. With that, she got up to get dressed for their...date. ♪ How pitiful. Then again, this was predetermined. She had to admit, it was a bit unfair to him. His love was in the works before the game had even started; twisting, coiling and locking around his Fate like the thorny stem of a rose. If only he hadn't asked her out on that date. If only the other's hadn't doubted her...If only, if only. Then, perhaps poor, sweet Thomas would have stood a chance. It was too late now though. Much too late. She would have to make an example out of him. Maybe she would make it up to him later. ...Maybe. Cafe De Vermeil was quite lovely on the inside. It was calming. The warm, welcoming colors paired with the scent of fresh coffee and the smiling faces would make anyone feel at home. The outside, though, was not the most aesthetically pleasing at all. The color of the building was washed out and defaced with graffiti....The parking lot was littered with trash. The owner was a kind and gracious man, of course, but he was definitely a bit careless with maintenance. He felt that so long as the inside was inciting and clean enough, and the essentials were there, it would be a lot cheaper just to do basic fixing up. Because of that carelessness, the building itself needed quite a bit of work done! The most hazardous thing was that damned sign (x) on the top of the roof. CAFE DE VERMEIL is thick cursive, plastered to a rickety maroon-hued stand. Mr. Paschal had been meaning to change that for a more modern look, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. What a shame. As Thomas stood outside of the cafe waiting for Madeline, he was completely oblivious to the untwisting screws above him. There was an unusually strong gust of wind today that pushed and whipped around the sign mercilessly. Hey, don't blame me. He had to have heard the creaking. He had enough time to move. ...Or maybe he was too worried about how late 'Maddy' was to notice? Regardless... One... Two... THREE...! With the final gust of wind, CAFE DE VERMEIL couldn't take anymore. Years of neglect and rust had made this all too easy. Wires snapped and screws popped; the giant letters began to violently tumble down from the roof. Onlookers gasped and shouted, those from inside the cafe turned their attention to the commotion. "LOOK OUT! MOVE!!" Someone screamed towards Thomas, but it was too late. He gazed up with confusion and-- SQUISH. Spoiler: X
Ah, okay. xD Thanks.
I...Truly hope no one bashes someone's taste in music. This project has the potential to be really fun and whatnot, but if people complain and start necessary bullshit...|: That being said, I don't think anyone should be afraid of sharing their music? Listening is optional, it's not like the music will autoplay all over the forum, lol.
No big deal, haha. Writing up my post now.~
Thank youuu. Also, the day is Saturday. (And it's almost 10am).
Hey! Is it okay to bump your 6:50am up two hours? If not, that's cool. xD (I bumped What? and Hyuge's times up too)
Thank you. <3 This definitely made me smile, so I will keep trying to do that. ... ;___;
Because it's pretty obvious and he and Abby are going to have a thing. And he's a flirt, right? Edit: In other words, it's potential for a reason. You don't have to have done anything. You haven't broken any (obvious) rules yet. Hyuge, I talked to What? about it so I'm going to bump your meeting date up a bit so I can post. You can edit your Tumblr post after, too.
DAY 1-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 thing) ✖The email has been sent out, but nothing has happened to prove that it's legitimate. ✖ Thomas asked Madeline on a date after giving her the pictures from their photo shoot at Amber Square on the 11th. This freaked her out and caused her to have somewhat of a breakdown at school. ✖Quin mentioned something to her teacher about possibly not 'showing up' for a long time at some point in the future (I SEE A POST EDIT~). Possibly breaking the rule of not saying anything to anyone. Possibly. She also has a concert on Sunday, December 2nd at Sealand Park two blocks from the school, that most are invited to. ✖Saxima contributed by changing the school schedule! Everyone's classes are split between A and B days. For example, most of us have eight classes overall. On some days, we may take class 1, 3, 5, 7 and on others, 2, 4, 6, 8 or something. (That's how it was for me in charter school, anyway.) ✖ Madeline goes berserk and runs into Brian. When he tries to help her up, she slaps his hand away. When Altair tries to help, she runs off. Quin checks on her. ✖ Cherno makes a Tumblr Update in response to Temperance in an attempt to prove that the email is just a hoax. CONCLUSIONS? ✖ Abby, Tyler, and Danny are the three major potential rule breakers at this time, while Thomas and John are both already breaking the rules. Everyone who is not currently following Crestatia's rules or blowing it off is also a rule breaker--to a lesser degree. ✖ Madeline is crazy. ✖ Anthony is crazy. ✖ Temperance is most likely just pressured into being a super *****.
It would have been day 2. We're going by my time so midnight my time = new day. (it's 1:32pm for me right now.~) I'm writing up a post now. Anyone who wants to write a post for this time frame (7:30am) should do that before I bump the time up a bit earlier. I would have gotten up to post before any of you, but I went to bed at like 7am and that was the last thing I wanted to do. LOL. Thanks for joining, HoT. Regarding your recap, there's a recap after everyday, so I'm writing that now.
>> ◉ Talk to the Mist Commands Before making any rash decisions, you decide to talk to the mist. You feel a little crazy for it, but you know you've heard various whispers and whimpers from it during your stay here. You take a deep, shaky breath and drag your aching body closer to the strange collection of mist. It does not feel threatening at all. Perhaps it will give you some idea of what has happened? You swallow hard, your eyes wide with fear and concentration. The mist surrounds you, innocently. Almost playfully. || You || H-hello...? Spoiler "WHY? HELP. CAN ANYONE EVEN HEAR ME? HeLp! WHY?! HELP. NOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! IT HuRtS! IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. MY MOST PRECIOUS THING WAS TAKEN FROM ME!! MY MOST PRECIOUS THING!! PLEASE SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP PLEASE NO STOP!!!! SAVE ME!" You stumble back and throw your palms over your ears. The mist thickens and with it's thickening, you hear more voices blend together. All of them mention a precious thing having been taken from them. After a few more moments, you can't bare to listen any more, you just want to noise to end! Were these people trapped here like you...? Are your friends in there? You have to get out of here soon... [ ] Follow the beacon. [] Swipe at the mist. [ ] Talk to the beacon.
For those of you wondering who is who in terms of the main cast, so far; Normal Member: Fearless Premium Member: Kitty Unbanned Member: Psychedelic Staff Member: Jayn Please keep in mind that these roles can CHANGE in the next few months!! If you suddenly stop logging in, leave KHV, get perma banned, or anything else that could make you a less ideal candidate, then yeah. While you don't have to be super involved in helping with the musical, if you disappear from the creation process/have no desire to support or contribute to the musical, and there's someone else who is working hard on it/is more available when needed and meets criteria, Plums and I reserve the right to recast (up until a certain point of course. once the art for them is done it's pretty much a sealed deal.) +1 for this as well. I don't have a preference on their names, so. Whatever you guys want. Writers, what's your progress so far?
Bump! All you graphic artists get in here, please! You still have quite a bit of time left to get something in. If you don't know what we mean by a banner/logo then here are some examples; Spoiler
Normal, Premium and Unbanned members are decided. Staff Member is still tied so pls vote pls.
About two hours before Day 2 starts!! ; u ; Saturday, December 1st. Some **** is going down today, beware...
That's incredibly sweet. ;___; Thank you so much! I'm really happy you joined 100 Days. It's been a while since we roleplayed together.
【WEARING | LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE !!| OOC | ♪】 "I'm home." ...Nothing. Not that she expected anything. Her eyes scanned the small living room carefully. At least her mother had actually gotten out of bed today. Last week's newspaper was scattered messily over the clear, glass coffee table that stood beyond a mounted television, and the stench of coffee and sausage had overwhelmed the girl's senses the moment she stepped through the door. She hated meat. She hated most food, honestly, though she did appreciate the aesthetics of it at times. She slipped her shoes off at the door after locking it and hung her keys up on the nearby coat rack. The faint humming of the muted television provided a familiar comfort that began to calm her senses. The small house was warm and toasty, which was rare, so she figured her mother had lit a fire earlier. M couldn't imagine her actually turning the heat on, despite the fact that she barely ever paid the bills. Since Madeline's sixteenth birthday, she was forced to get a job and find a way to keep the basic things from being taken from them. She focused mainly on keeping the water and electricity going. Sometimes her mother would pitch in with child support and unemployment checks, but for the most part it was on her. She never complained about it though. It kept her out of the house. What her mother didn't know was that she had lost her job at the daycare quite a bit ago and had since received her funds...elsewhere. Not that she would care. With a stretch, M shook her head clear of the negative thoughts from earlier and made her way to her room. There was a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living area on the first floor. Her room was downstairs; a drab and dreary basement with cement walls. She had tried to make it as comfortable as possible at first, but then she gave up. Her mother wouldn't let her paint or cover the walls, and after a month or two she just lost all motivation completely. The air was thicker down there, but at least it was her air. Her own little quiet space. She had a plush mattress pushed up against the wall farthest from the end of the staircase. Her laptop lay where she left it, on top of a make shift desk of bricks from outside and the back of an air conditioner her mother would steal back during summer months. She dropped her backpack and knelt; removing her jacket and hat and placing them on her 'desk' before curling up in her blankets. Childishly, she brought them over her head so that only her lower body was exposed and wiggled a bit with an exasperated sigh. "Homework..." Though the word left her lips, she groped the hidden pockets of her dress for her cellphone. She felt an update was in order.
