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Post by Naya Zafar on Jul 21, 2018 0:00:29 GMT
Naya followed Misha back to the entrance hall, her spirits slightly lifted. She was grateful that Misha had opened up to her about Andrei, even if it was only slightly. It was interesting to see Misha seem almost... nervous in a way? Or maybe it was her imagination, but the way she talked about Andrei... Naya had found it very sweet. For those few moments, she almost felt she could forget everything that happened.
The first person she saw when she entered the entrance hall was a blonde girl that hadn't been there before, stood near Tara and Peyton.
"Who the fuck are you?" she heard Misha ask. Naya squinted, before having a moment of realisation.
"Dawn?" she asked, confused. She vaguely recognised the girl as someone Emery was close to, but they were never close, and she certainly wasn't a member of the drama club, "What're you doing here?"
She looked around. Dawn couldn't have come from the plaza, or they'd have seen her. It was all very strange...
But then she noticed Andrei was awake. Naya smiled, looking over at Misha who seemed happy to see him. How sweet! If anyone could make Misha happy in this cold, unhappy place, it was Andrei. And Alex, but she didn't want to think about the fact that she didn't know if he was even alive.
"Ok, I don’t know which one of you sent this but it’s not funny."
Naya's head snapped to look at Peyton, dread rising in her. She knew exactly who sent her that text, and who sent Misha her text, and Tara, and Naya herself. And from the look on Misha's face, she knew she knew too. What had they said to Peyton? Who did she have to kiss, or grope, or tell secrets about? She shook her head in disgust. Why was someone targeting them? This wasn't a dating show for god's sake! This was life or death, though apparently, judging by Misha's bad reaction to ignoring their commands, that was something whoever it was got to decide.
“N-no. You..! You got one too…?!” Wait, had Chris gotten one? What was going on? Naya hugged her stomach, feeling sicker by the second. Why was this happening to them?
"I'm sorry, I- I DIDN'T... I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Andrei was suddenly screaming. Naya could see the panic in his eyes, and the fear on Misha's face as she took a step closer. Was he okay? Naya knew he smoked weed, she could smell it on him earlier. Was it making him paranoid? Had... had he got a text too?
Suddenly he was grabbing onto Peyton's shirt. And suddenly, suddenly... He was gone.
She couldn't move. She could barely breathe. Her brain hardly registered Misha throwing herself forwards, reaching out to him, or Peyton pulling her back. All she felt was numbness.
This was all a dream. It had to be. No way could this day go from laughing and joking with her friends and making plans for a sleepover to at least four people dead and the possibility of more. No way was this real.
Numb. And cold.
She hadn't known Ellie. She'd barely known Amanda, Kairi, and Andrei either. And yet, as she watched the scene in front of her play in slow motion, she couldn't breathe. Whatever her relationship with them, these were people. People with lives and families and jobs and lovers and friends. People who were now dead.
And some fucker had the fucking nerve to text them his twisted fantasies and punish them when they weren't fulfilled.
Naya turned around and emptied the contents of her stomach all over the floor. Suddenly she wasn't so numb, instead her whole body ached. Tears streamed down her face.
"Mum..." she murmured. Who knew when she'd see her again, or if she even would? These people, her classmates, someone's victims... Their parents would never see them again. And she could very easily be the next to go, without even being able to say goodbye to her family.
This wasn't a dream. This was the worst nightmare imaginable.
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Post by Tara Macfly on Jul 21, 2018 0:34:13 GMT
“ I.. uhm” Chris mumbled, visibly panicked “ N-no.. no nothing happened..” he said. Tara didn't trust him at all he. He couldn't be this scared if nothing happened She was about to ask more questions but Chris added “ not when i was with her.. uhm.. I.. If I tell you, you will think i am insane..” he said his voice shaking slightly.
"Chris I would never think that" Tara told gently her friend "You know you can tell me anything. Even more when this thing worry you" She said in a calming voice. She was silently praying for it to be nothing serious, and to not be related to her weird texts, but she had the feeling she was really wrong.
But Chris didn't answer her. Peyton started talking seeming angry.
“Ok I don’t know which one of you sent this but it’s not funny,”
What was happening ?
“I wanna know who thought this was appropriate!” Peyton shoved her phone in everyone’s faces. At this distance Tara couldn't see the content of the message but she froze, she knew that Peyton receives the same kind of messages, than her.
"Oh god no" she thought panicked, "he did it to others, too". Anger boild in Tara's veins. Fear wasn't here anymore now that the others were here. What kind of twisted person could do that to students who have survived to a natural disaster ?
"n-no..” She heard Chris said. “ you..! you got one too..?! I got one before..! and-”
"You got one too ?" Tara almost shouted at Chris and was about to ask more. But then the texts became her last problem. Everything went really fast.
"I'm sorry,I'm sorry, I- I DIDN'T... I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Andrei was starting to shoot.
Tara froze in place, Andrei was in total panick now, and he was still near the pit "not good, not good". She felt Chris holding her closer to him, when in the same time trying to calm down Andrei. But everything went wrong.
"I DIDN'T DO IT, I- ARGH!"
Andrei stepped onto one of the glass pieces and lost his balance. He pushed Peyton who fell on the floor, and he fell into the pit.
She heard Chris scream at her side, but she didn't really realised what was happening. It didn't feel real. It couldn't be possible. No it was a nightmare. After Amanda, and Kairi... She just didn't saw another person's death. No Andrei didn't fall. He didn't. She promised herself that nobody would die now and she didn't even react. Some tears fell and ran down her cheeks. She tried to stop them but she couldn't do anything about it. She had to accept her new reality. Andrei was dead. Like Amanda, Ellie and Kairi. No time turner, or time travel machine could ever change that.
She hugged Chris tighter and tried to wipe her tears. Andrei was one of Chris' friends. He needed more recomfort than Tara right now "I'm sorry Chris, I'm really sorry." She told her friend patting him.
She was vaguely aware of Misha trying desesperatly to find a way to save Andrei and Peyton telling her there was no hope anymore for the guy. But Tara wanted to hope like Misha. She was maybe right, if they could maybe go down, they could find him, he could be only unconcious and... yeah maybe there was still some hope left. The rational thought in her head couldn't stop shouting at her to listen to Peyton, that there was nothing more they could do, that it would crush her even more to focus on this false hope. But Tara needed to hang on to that. She refused anymore deaths. There should be a way, to go down to Andrei and help him. If not... she hoped she would still have the force to go through all of this.
"I need to do something" she told to Chris.
But she prefered to rest in denial, and tried to find something useful, wich was rather difficult with her bad eyesight, even more blurred with the tears who didn't really stop to fall.
[Off-post : Tara made a perception check]
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 21, 2018 1:11:05 GMT
She instinctively held on to the border as she felt herself being yanked backwards, one of her nails breaking as she was forced back. The movement hurt her knees as well, but she wasn’t about to care. Not when time was of the essence. Yet, the person in front of her didn’t seem to realize that, as they kept forcing her away from the hole, away from her friend, as if they had any minute to lose. This was Andrei’s second fall in a row, they needed to make sure he was alright right away, they needed to tend to his wounds… “MISHA!”The scream snapped her out of her trance. Her eyes finally focused enough on what was in front of her, and she recognized the features of Peyton looking at her, talking to her. She realized that her nails had dug into the girl’s skin as she tried to push her away. She didn’t let go. “I’m sorry…but there’s nothing we can do for him."The words didn’t register at first. She expected her to tell her the usual, be careful, don’t hurt yourself, we need to make we’re safe before we go ahead, all that usual bullshit she was sure was very useful but that she didn’t want to hear right now. But that wasn’t what she was saying. Her blood froze. She could feel the lump in her throat tighten, as well as her fists, digging her nails even deeper into the other girl’s flesh. Her fingers let go of Peyton’s arms about as harshly as they’d grabbed onto it, as she brutally pushed her away from her. That whore. She wants to leave him. She wants to leave him for dead. – Do you see a body? – she asked in a harsh yet certain voice. – Me neither. And I’m not going to let it be until I do. – she locked her cold, furious eyes with Peyton’s, studying her, as if to try and analyze who she was deep down. There was no friendliness in them. – Why are you even trying to act like everyone’s mother, anyway? Look at you. You can’t even pull yourself together.
Andrei did. Andrei did it for you. And now you’re just going to leave him here.Giving Peyton one last accusatory look, Misha pushed herself back into a more suitable position, and moved away from the woman. She approached the hole once more, though more carefully this time
– Andrei? – she called. She could still feel her voice shake, but she was trying her damndest to keep it under control. She was starting to regret placing dirt onto her cheeks now, it would only make new tears more noticeable. She needed to keep it together. – Andrei, are you okay? – no answers. She wanted to keep calling, but she had no idea if screaming could possible create reverberations that would cause something to fall on her friend’s unconscious body. She had no idea if avalanches were a thing in situations like their own, and she wasn’t about to risk it.
As she got back to her feet, thoughts and ideas rushing through her barely functional mind, she heard the distinct sound of someone emptying their stomach the unholy way. She thoughtlessly glanced over her shoulder to notice Naya curled up in a ball on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Again. Well she’ll be no help whatsoever. Misha clicked her tongue angrily. So much for wanting to meet Andrei, apparently. As for Tara and Chris, they were right back to hugging and crying. Naveen was still unconscious, and she wasn’t going to mention poor Kairi. All of these people were getting on her nerves. Why couldn’t they just realize they needed to focus on helping each other? If they just left each other for dead as soon as problems arose, then, then…
Then they would all die one by one. With Andrei the first of a long list of victims.
Not on her watch.
– Did anyone find anything USEFUL while we were gone? Anything that could help him, and, eventually, US? – she asked around. Her hands were strained in permanent, shaking fists. This couldn’t be fucking happening. She wasn’t going to let Andrei die like that, dammit. But these people needed to just cooperate. Was that too much to ask?
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 21, 2018 1:48:16 GMT
Peyton felt Misha’s nails digging into her skin, the raven haired cringing in pain. She peered into the redhead’s brown eyes, as the sadness and tears flowing from them turned into absolute fury. Misha pushed her away, causing Peyton to stumble back and land on her right foot. The pressure made her feel the pain from her wounded foot, as she winced keeping herself steady.
“Do you see a body?” Misha asked harshly.
Peyton furrowed her eyebrows and she observed the redhead standing in front of her, full of hatred and pain. It took her a moment to even comprehend what she just said. Does she…does she believe he’s alive? Even if Andrei had survived the fall, which was extremely unlikely, she wasn’t about to test the theory with everyone else. Misha wasn’t thinking straight. She wasn’t thinking about the rest of them. Peyton wasn’t about to sacrifice all of these people to bring back one person.
“Me neither. And I’m not going to let it be until I do. Why are you even trying to act like everyone’s mother, anyway? Look at you. You can’t even pull yourself together,” Misha said.
Peyton snapped. That was enough. She has had enough. Enough of the dark cold atmosphere. Enough of the breakdowns. Enough of the tears. Enough of the deaths.
As Misha stood over the hole, calling Andrei’s name, asking others for supplies, Peyton stormed over to her and slapped her across the face.
“How DARE you!” Peyton yelled, “Don’t you ever, EVER assume such a thing about me. You think you know hell? You think you know holding it together?! Every. Single. Fucking day of my life I hold it together. That’s how I live! I live afraid to go to my own house because of what my fucking mother does to me! I live afraid that she could lock me up and get away with it, when I’m the one being abused! I live only caring about one person in the entire world and I don’t even know where the hell she is! An-and you’re gonna drag us all down this hole where we could all probably die because you want to make sure?!” She grabbed Misha’s shirt, her eyes igniting like flames, "WELL I HAVEN’T SURVIVED THIS LONG JUST SO YOU COULD DRAG ME DOWN THERE TO GET KILLED SO YOU CAN MAKE SURE!!!”
Peyton’s face changed in that moment, realizing what she had just done. Pouring everything out of her chest like that, in front of those people. She let Misha go, and stared at her dead in the eyes.
“I’m sorry about your friend Misha, really. I feel indebted to him for saving me. But he’s gone, and there’s nothing we can do about it but move forward. We can either keep up this train of false hope and cry, or we can continue searching for a way out or to see if there are other survivors. I have seen the many ways I can die Misha, and it isn’t going to be at this school,” Peyton said coldly. Her eyes fixated on the floor, as Andrei's phone laid against her feet. She picked it up and observed it. Truthfully, another cell device wasn't going to do them much use, but this was the last remainder of Andrei...and it was the cause of his initial freak out.
I didn't do it.
The words rang in her head once more. The device couldn't call for help, but maybe it could start giving them answers. Her gaze shifted over to Misha again, looking desperate and broken. She bit her lip. Misha probably needs this more than I do right now.
"Here," Peyton handed Misha the phone. "You should have it. We can try to figure out what he was reading on it when we're...less tense."
[Peyton handed Misha Andrei's phone]
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Post by Administrator on Jul 21, 2018 19:50:18 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 8 Success; you found a clue!
Tara searched carefully, watching her step and making sure nothing threw her off balance. Finally, inside one of the bright red lockers, she's found a sheet of lined paper. The girl couldn't read the messy handwriting without her glasses, but she can definitely identify the drawing or a girl with a pointy nose and really long, dark hair. Her eyes were fully colored black and crossed out. Half of the text was smudged with tears, but you can clearly read the rest of the message:
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Post by Dawn "Dee Dee" Dreemurr on Jul 21, 2018 21:50:34 GMT
She blinked. People were yelling. Lots of new people. It's started to get crowded. She blinked again.
Dee had to let go of Tara's slender shoulders and was left all alone with a scene unfolding before her eyes. The blond already forgot that she wanted to answer both Naya and the rude redhead that she had NO IDEA how she got here.
Her mind went blank the moment Peyton told everybody about that cryptic message and shit just went down. Really fast. Dee Dee still couldn't believe that this slender young man fell down to his death. Her chest was going up and down, her palms were sweaty, her stomach flipped and flopped, making sounds of protest. What the actual FUCK was going on?! This couldn't be real! IT WAS ALL JUST A FUCKING DREAM! The moment the redhead and Peyton got in a fight, Dawn took a few steps back, clinging closer to the only person in this room she had somewhat a connection established - Tara. The girl was rummaging through somebody else's locker trying to find anything useful. In a moment she got... what was it? A letter?
She remembered that her mother has told her as a child - you can't read if you in the dream! Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned over Tara's shoulder and tried to read the message. Unfortunately, she WAS able to do that. This wasn't a dream. Fuck. And the message was so fucked up as well! "Is.. is it from your gir- eh- friend?" she tried to ask as casually as she could.
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jul 21, 2018 23:12:15 GMT
Naya's sad tears became tears of anger as she heard a loud slap echo throughout the room. Her head snapped to see Misha with a red cheek, and Peyton stood in front of her, yelling.
What the hell?!
She listened to Peyton's words, closing her eyes tightly as she revealed her mother's abuse. Was this really the time? Yes, Peyton was upset at Misha's harsh words, and Naya couldn't blame her, but... slapping people and saying all that stuff wasn't going to help anyone. Neither was Misha's blind insistence that they go after a man who had fallen down a pit. There was no way he was alive for God's sake! Even Naya could admit that.
She'd had enough. She needed to vent.
Naya got up and spun around, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "You guys, stop it!" Her eyes widened as she noticed Misha was on the edge of the pit after that slap, and she grabbed her arm, pulling her away so she wouldn't fall. She barely registered the fact that Andrei's phone was in Misha's hand as she quickly made sure that the redhead was in no danger of falling. When she was satisfied, she began to speak again.
"You two being at loggerheads is not going to help anyone. We need to work together if we want even the slightest chance of making it out alive," she turned to Peyton, "Peyton, you shouldn't have slapped Misha. That was going too far and really, what was that going to achieve?"
She looked back at Misha, "And Misha, really? Do you really think that climbing down a pit to try to help someone who's had two major falls and may not even be alive is the best idea right now? What do you think you'll find if we go down there? We need to think about us! The people that are here right now, we need to work as a team or we'll be the next ones to die! And I don't think I'd be able to cope with any of you dying!"
The tears kept falling, but Naya kept going, feeling a sudden rush of something akin to confidence. She was her character, brave and assured, delivering her monologue onstage. She'd felt beaten down all day, but now... now she wanted to be heard, "Both of you are scared. We are all SO scared! And I'll be the first to admit that when I'm scared, it shows, and yes I do tend to cry and overreact. I need to step up! But now more than ever we need to work together, okay? No more slapping or yelling or criticising, because that helps nobody. Focus on each other. Focus on getting out of here, together, please..."
As she finished, she suddenly felt a little shy. None of them had ever really seen her be that outspoken before. That was a side she usually reserved for the stage, and yet... she'd felt the same rush she usually did when performing. Even if it had been a little stupid to burst into a whole cliche speech, she stood by everything she said. She knew she needed to stop crying at every damn thing, but she also knew that she was allowed to grieve even a little. They all needed to. And then... they needed to sort this out and work together, or they may not make it out alive.
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Post by Tara Macfly on Jul 21, 2018 23:14:12 GMT
"Come on Tara found something, anything, be useful for once"
She searched desesperatly in the room for some longs minutes. But she was being careful in her researchs, the last thing their group needed was another person falling in a hole. The rational voice in her head kept telling her that what she was doing was useless, that Andrei was dead anyway and the only thing she will suceed to do will be hurting herself. But she kept doing it, she need to occupy her mind by doing something and not focus about the reality of the situation. She wasn't even aware that Peyton, Misha and Naya were arguing.
She went to the lockers, there will probably something left by students that could help. She tried to open one but it was closed and she didn't knew how to open it without the code. She tried with the others but it was also a failure. And then some luck happened, and one of the locker wasn't closed. But disapointment and frustration grew when she saw that there was only a piece of paper. It wasn't that who will help them. She was about to go to an other locker, but her intuition told her to look at the paper. It could be a plan of the school, who will help them to find a way outside, and maybe also find Andrei and the others. So she took it.
It wasn't a plan. There was a lot of messy handwriting, that Tara couldn't decipher without her glasses, no matter how much she tried to focus on it. But she could saw very well the drawing of a girl with a pointy nose and really long, dark hair. Her eyes were fully colored black and crossed out. After seeing this drawing, Tara felt a shiver in her spine. It rememebered her so much of some of the drawings she did in her old highschool during her bullying. Whoever draw this, wasn't feeling well. And it was confirmed by the unreadeable text, because of tears. Even if she knew that she shouldn't focus on that now, Tara couldn't help but wonder who draw this and if this person was better now. She really hoped it.
She was about to put the paper where she found it when she saw that a part of the message wasn't smudged with tears.
"Put it down Tara you don't have time with that".
But she didn't listen, and approached closer to the text to read it better. Was it because of her curiosity ? some empathy for this unknown person, who had probably gone through similar things than Tara ? The need to forget about the precedents evenments even for only a minute ? she didn't really knew. But she almost regretted imediatly to not have put down the paper and leave.
"I should have told you earlier. I should have told you everything even if you woudn't belive me. I meant that you are the only reason that keeps me feel alive. I really meant it back then! I meant every single word I told you. I love you It's all fucked up. I'm so sorry, Tara."
Tara's brain stopped to work for a moment. She really couldn't process the message. This message couldn't be destined to her. She probably wasn't the only Tara in Maverick high. What were the odds that after the earthtake, when searching in the lockers she find something that someone wrote to her ? It makes no sense. It should be an other Tara. But deep down she knew the paper was adressed to her. And she knew who wrote it. "I meant that you are the only reason that keeps me feel alive." She read the sentence again. She remembered pretty well Snooty telling her that in some of their recent chat.
Tara felt dizzy and leaned against the locker a little. She was sure it was Snooty. So Snooty was a student in Maverick High like her and apparently knew about her identity. A lot of questions came to Tara : "How long ?" "Who was she ?" "One of her classmate ?" "A girl from the drama club "?" Why did she tell nothing ?". But it wasn't the most important thing. She read and read again the end of the message. "I meant that you are the only reason that keeps me feel alive. I really meant it back then! I meant every single word I told you. I love you It's all fucked up. I'm so sorry, Tara." She didn't even enjoy the fact that Snooty wrote I love you. The rest, was so much worrying. Why was she sorry ? Why was Snooty telling her that she meant it that Tara was the reason she wanted to leave ? She didn't like the past in this sentence. Does this meant... Tara's breath stopped when she realized what the message implied. No this couldn't be. She knew that despite her facade of happiness Snooty was going through a lot of things, that she was feeling lonely and desperate sometimes. But she couldn't have... She promised if she was feeling down she would tell her... She promised... She couldn't leave her !
No... What would she do if her suspicion was right ? What could she do without Snooty ? She was here during the hardest moments in her life since two years. She loved her so much, it almost hurted sometimes. She couldn't imagine her life without seeing some texts of her in the morning. She couldn't. She almost felt like she was becoming crazy after Amanda, Ellie, Kairi and Andrei, but Snooty... she couldn't go through this if she was... No she refused to think it ! It couldn't be true !
"Is.. is it from your gir- eh- friend?"
Tara jumped surprised and turned to saw Dee dee. She hadn't even heard the girl coming and leaning into her shoulder to also read the paper. The blond seemed calm but Tara could see it was only appearance, she was also shook with everything that happened. She had left her after seeing Chris, when she also needed help after all of this.
She tried to answer the girl, and asked her how she was but only a sob came out of her mouth. Followed by others and tears fell again. Now she didn't even care anymore to cry in front of others.
"I'm so sorry Dee dee" she told the blond, sobbing "You don't need me to become a cry baby, right now. We should try to all be strong together. But I can't, I can't do it anymore. Amanda, Ellie, Kairi, Andrei and now... her... I can't"
She sat on the floor, crying even more, squeezing the sheet of paper, the last thing she had from Snooty.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 22, 2018 0:54:17 GMT
She didn’t notice the shift of atmosphere around her until it was too late. Unexpectedly, her body was turned around, and, suddenly, there was pain. The slap caught her off guard, so much so that it took her a second to realize what it’d been. Her hand instinctively rose to rest on her aching cheek, as the other moved to shield herself from a possible second attack. But it didn’t come.
What did come, was the sudden fear, as her body, intuitively moving backwards to escape, suddenly found itself with one foot dangling into the unknown.
It took all of her self-control, a helpful hand and a whole lot of adrenaline to move forward fast enough to prevent herself from checking in on Andrei very personally. The only downside was that she was now close to Peyton again, but for now, this would have to do. She could feel her heart in her throat, both because of the pain and because of her sudden terror at the idea of falling. She wondered if Andrei had felt that way, if he’d even had the time. Silently, she looked up. She listened to Peyton without a word as she unleashed her nonsense onto her. Something about her mother being a bitch, abusing her, and getting away with it. None of which she cared about.
Her parents didn’t love her either, and she didn’t go around hurting people.
Finally, she was done, her attitude having switched from hysterical to an attempt of comfort almost scarily quick. Still cuddling her hurt cheek, Misha coldly looked up into the girl’s eyes.
– Because your little sob story will be much more effective to get us out, surely.
At least, she actually wanted to do something to save someone in here. She was trying. What was Peyton doing, except from lecturing everyone every chance she got? She accepted the phone forwarded her way, holding onto it for dear life. Good. At least she could keep it until they found Andrei again. Maybe Peyton thought they had no place for optimism; but in Misha’s opinion, their situation was too desperate for them to afford being pessimistic. Might as well just sit down and wait to die. If they didn’t look out for each other, who would? I need to find Andrei, and Alex. The sooner the better.Carefully, she placed Andrei’s phone into her other pocket, to avoid confusing it for her own. She didn’t care much about the scolding Peyton was receiving right now, despite the fact it was defending her after being slapped. If anything, it meant Naya had grown some balls since her most recent barfing, but she was solely focused on her secondary quest: if she could just make sure the phone stayed safe until she found its owner, it would be fine. Her only regret was that she couldn’t get his glasses back, for they stood completely smashed on the ground. Poor Rei, all alone in the dark. She pursed her lips. Her attention was snatched right back to Naya as her speech was suddenly focused entirely on her,
"And Misha, really? Do you really think that climbing down a pit to try to help someone who's had two major falls and may not even be alive is the best idea right now? What do you think you'll find if we go down there? We need to think about us! The people that are here right now, we need to work as a team or we'll be the next ones to die! And I don't think I'd be able to cope with any of you dying!"For every sentence, Misha’s jaw clenched even tighter. And tighter. And for every word after that, and for every reprimand. Asking them, HER, to work together. Her, the only one actually trying to help the person most in need. Fuck this. Fuck themShe couldn’t be paid to listen to one more word of this. The only note she’d taken, if anything, was that, if either of them were seriously injured, she’d have to just leave them for dead and focus on those still “worth saving”, since that’s what they were so desperately asking for.
It was so easy when you weren’t the one alone down a pit, right?
Fuck ALL OF THEM.
– Excuse me.
Misha pushed her way in-between Peyton and Naya; not far from her she could hear the cries of Tara, yet again sobbing, yet again someone already taking Andrei for dead without even bothering to give him a chance. Yet more tears. She needed to get out of there.
And so she did. Swiftly and without another look to anyone, she made her way out of the room, her face as composed as she could manage. If she had to cry, it wouldn’t be here.
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Post by Dawn "Dee Dee" Dreemurr on Jul 22, 2018 1:09:08 GMT
Dee Dee did NOT see that coming. Actually, she didn't even think what would happen next second at all. Perhaps, she unintentionally was just trying to cope with the situation by asking such "casual" questions? Who knows. Dee Dee doesn't for sure! "I'm so sorry Dee Dee," Tara wept out a reply. Oh no. Great. You are a dumbass, Dee Dee! Now, look what you've done?! "We should try to all be strong together. But I can't, I can't do it anymore. Amanda, Ellie, Kairi, Andrei and now... her... I can't" and then the brunette fell to the ground, kneeling and hugging that piece of paper. This was all fucked up. So surreal... But Dawn couldn't just stand there and do nothing! This girl was fucking real and you, Dawn, fucking better do something about it, right now! The blond wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt and fell down to the ground right beside the "having a mental breakdown" girl. "Tara!" she let out the girl's name and embraced her arms around her. "Yes, you can," she whispered, hugging her gently. "We all can," she continued gulping tears down her throat. Fuck, now she was crying as well! GREAT! Meanwhile, Naya was pronouncing an impressive speech, taking the words right out of Dee's mouth! "See," she said wiping a tear away from her own cheek and sniffing loudly. "We will work together... and we will find your friend! And Andrei! And everybody!" She didn't fully fall for for her own cheezy words, but that's all she could do right now. To believe. If they all just sit and cry on the floor like babies - they will simply die of starvation. Sadly, the speech didn't work out as planned it seemed... The redhead stormed out of the room past them and all Dee Dee could do was watch her go. She gave a sigh and kept patting the sobbing mess that was Tara.
"Now we're only falling apart," she thought and gulped this stupid feeling down her throat. No! Dee Dee won't fall apart! Dee Dee will get out of this place! They will find a way, somebody will come to save them! This can't end like this! It just can't.
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 22, 2018 7:50:04 GMT
“Because your little sob story will be much more effective to get us out, surely.”
Peyton was taken aback by Misha’s words, more than she ever had. The raven haired wasn’t an easily offended person, if ever, but she didn’t necessarily go around telling people her life story either. She wasn’t expecting Misha’s sympathy, or pity for that matter. She didn’t really know what to expect. She was just angry. So angry. Peyton didn’t hate Misha, if anything she knew what she was going through. That hope the redhead felt for Andrei? She felt it for Emery right now. The difference is that Peyton is ready to believe the worst, but that seems to be her life doesn’t it? She never experienced hope, not really. She couldn’t afford it. The raven haired had the punishment of growing up fast and facing the worst of reality. Misha snapping at her? This was a regular Tuesday. It just wasn’t the person she expected to hear those words from.
“You guys, stop it!”
Peyton turned to see Naya coming over to them, looking extremely emotional. She was surprised to see the quiet girl suddenly speak up like this, and not only that, but to put Peyton and Misha in their place.
“Peyton, you shouldn’t have slapped Misha. That was going too far and really, what was that going to achieve?”
Peyton bit her bottom lip, blushing slightly. She hadn’t realized the effect of her slap was going to do at the time. She wasn’t even really trying to achieve anything. Misha pissed her off, so she took her anger out on her. Looking back, the raven haired admitted to herself that it wasn’t a smart decision and she probably should have kept her mouth shut. What am I doing?
She hadn’t paid any attention to what Naya had said to Misha, but clearly it made the redhead more agitated as she stormed off out of the room. Not again.
Peyton collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. She had run dry of all of these heavy emotions. She was just tired. She wanted to get out of here. She wanted this day to end. She wanted to wake up in Emery’s room and get ready to go to work, or go to school, or just go out. Anywhere was better than here right about now.
Peyton glanced at Naya, only to shift her eyes back to the floor.
“You were right. I don’t know what I’m even doing anymore. This place…it’s all making us go insane,” she said.
The raven haired looked at the entrance to the hallway. Misha was going to get herself killed with this blind faith she had. Peyton came to terms with her breakdowns, she needed to control herself. Stay together. Stay together.
She furrowed her eyebrows and got off the ground, brushing off any dust or dirt on her pants. She turned to Naya again.
“I’m going after her. We need to stay together and keep in control. I’ll be back with her soon, I promise. Ok?” Peyton said.
Without giving Naya enough time to answer, she limped her way to the door and the dark halls engulfed her.
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 22, 2018 21:54:36 GMT
Chris stared at the place andrei had disappeared. He was dead. No doubt. The holes where pitch black and chris didn't even know if they would end anywhere. Frozen in place he couldn't do anything else then stare. He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell andrei’s name in the hope of hearing him answer. But he couldn't get any sound out of his mouth. Almost in trance the red haired boy was staring at the pit while tears were streaming down his face. Andrei was his friend. He wasn't as close with him like alexander and misha were- oh god.. misha.. poor misha.. He could imagine and understand the pain she was feeling right now. Andrei had not deserved to have his life end like this.
Faintly he could hear peyton misha and naya argue. He just.. didn't care. Misha had all the right to be emotional in his opinion. He didn't do his best to listen as his mind was clouded with worries. Was this due to the bad spirit following them. Did it have anything to do with the message he had gotten? His phone felt like a burden as it weighed heavy in his pocket.
He felt how tara let go of him and moved away. “I need to do something” .. what. What could she possibly do..? Chris didn't say anything. He was still just.. staring. Staring at the place his friend had met his end. Whatever got into him. It was out to get them.. it wanted revenge on peyton for not following the message she had gotten on her phone. Andrei not been himself. He looked.. possessed. He even confirmed it himself, telling them that ‘he didn't do it’. It had not been suicide. Andrei had saved her life. Then something else hit him. All of this started when amanda’s body hit the ground. He could still see her smiling dead body in his mind.
What if it wasn't suicide? What if the message he had gotten was amanda telling him that whatever had just happened to andrei had also happened to her..?
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jul 24, 2018 17:04:59 GMT
Naya watched in disbelief as Misha stormed out of the room.
"Unbelievable," she muttered. She hadn't listened to a single word she'd said! Sure, Naya understood Misha was grieving, but was running away really the best idea? That wasn't working together! That was working against each other, which wasn't helping a damn thing!
Her attention shifted when Peyton collapsed on the floor, clearly affected.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned, ready to administer first aid if needed.
"You were right. I don’t know what I’m even doing anymore. This place…it’s all making us go insane," Peyton said wearily. Naya nodded slowly as she continued, "I’m going after her. We need to stay together and keep in control. I’ll be back with her soon, I promise. Ok?"
"Okay..." she replied as Peyton walked away, "Please stay safe..."
When she was gone, Naya let out a deep sigh, slowly sinking down to the floor. She once again felt sick, but was determined not to cry about it. It wasn't like she had many more tears in her anyway, she was dehydrated and hungry and tired and just... wanted out.
"I want this to all go away..." she mumbled, "I don't want anybody to get hurt... I didn't mean to hurt anyone..."
But she had, whether intentional or not. Her heart hurt at the thought. She'd never been the type to be horrible or cruel, at least she thought not, but she'd assaulted Misha and then scolded her for grieving. All because she thought she was doing the right thing.
But nobody had tried to comfort her either when she was crying. Nobody had really asked if she was okay. None of these people were horrible, but... but it scared her that she wasn't sure that anybody, except for maybe Emery, if she was even still alive, would grieve if it had been her who died.
Naya realised in that moment that nobody was going to save her but herself.
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 25, 2018 0:07:26 GMT
Random worried thoughts were starting to cloud the redheads mind.
‘was amanda suicidal?’ ‘could something else have happened?’ ‘was amanda’s ghost haunting them?’ ‘was whatever pushed amanda to kill herself after them too?’ ‘what would happen to them?’ ‘the weird texts were they from amanda?’ ‘was the picture and text he had gotten amanda?’
The boy felt his stomach turn. He bit his lip feeling how he was still trembling. The poor boy felt as if he could have a panic attack any minute. “ I..!” he started. But when he looked around him he noticed he was on his own only now fully realising tara had walked off with the blonde girl to investigate, misha had ran out and peyton had ran after her. Naya was on her own a little further.
Chris bit his lip. Everyone was busy. He.. he had to calm himself. Tara had her own problems and it looked as if the girl who was with her was comforting her. Naya .. he.. he didn't really know how to talk to her. Even if she seemed friendly he just.. no.. with that little info about her and just doing her a favor once.. he couldn't go to her with a panic attack. Especially since she seemed exhausted.
It became very clear to him how much he actually relied on tara. But he couldn't. Not now.
“I need some air… “ He said to whoever was listening to him. And with that he walked off to the plaza.
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Post by Tara Macfly on Jul 27, 2018 21:56:11 GMT
"Tara!"
Tara left her head looking a little at the blond girl, tears always falling. She was surprised when she felt dee dee hugging her.
"Yes, you can," the girl whispered "We all can," and she also started to cry as well.
"Oh no" tara thought guiltly. "I'm bringing everyone down"
But she wasn't the only one having a break down. Near her misha and peyton were arguing, and peyton even slapped Misha.
"Oh god no, please someone stop this" said Tara silently putting her hands around her hears. Not supporting that the two strongest girls in her group were also falling apart. And she hadn't any force to stop the dispute.
Her wish was heard by someone because Naya came between the two girls to stop them. Tara looked at her a little in awe and thanking her silently.
"We need to think about us! The people that are here right now, we need to work as a team or we'll be the next ones to die! And I don't think I'd be able to cope with any of you dying!" The girl said. Tara admired her even at her lowest she could give a speech to encourage everyone when Tara was only able to cry.
"See," dee dee said to her after naya's speech "We will work together... and we will find your friend! And Andrei! And everybody!"
But alas, to contradict her, Misha and Peyton left the room.
"God no" Tara thought. When everyone will understand that they needed to stay together and not leave alone.
"Well Andrei fell when everyone was in the room" she couldn't help put thought darkly.
She heard dee dee sighing and the girl continued to hug her, patting her in the back.
She looked around the room, naya was on her own feeling down after misha and Peyton stormed out of the room and chris was still looking at the hole were Andrei fell, seeming empty.
She also felt empty after all the events particularly after Snooty's probable death. The love of her life.
But she still had people who cared for her. Chris, dear chris, who needed her too, he lost one of his dear friends today. She thought about her parents, her new friend Lizzie. Her old childhood friend polaris she regret ti not talk anymore agai. Persons she wanted to befriend like Esme, becca but she also looked at Dee dee, the girl was almost a stranger but she was kind and was trying to console her. Peyton did too. And Misha and Naya. Tara would do anything to help these kind people to survive. They needed her. Dee dee was right she could do it. If not for her, for the others.
"You're right dee. Thank you" she said smiling kindly to the sweet girl, she couldn't tell how much she was thankful.
But suddenly she saw a read head storming out of the room. Oh 'o chris ! It was her fault, she left him to look after nothing when he needed her. She was the worst friend.
She wanted to go after him but how ? She still couldn't saw nothing. She will fell if she ran after him, like andrei. The others didn't need another death to be traumatized of. And more important she couldn't leave Naya and dee dee alone. They should all stay together damn it !
But chris was more important. He was one of the person she cared for the most. If something happened to him. She would never support it and forgive herself.
"I'm sorry dee. I know that we should stay all together but Chris need me. Please stay safe." She told the girl.
"Please stay safe too naya" she told the girl before leaving the room after her best friend being extremly careful, and trying to look at her surrondings
[Off post : Tara made a perception check]
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