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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 12, 2018 23:09:28 GMT
Peyton walked down the hall and saw a way into the classroom. As she walked in, it seemed to be no different than the entrance hall. Cold, damp, and dark. The only difference here is that there were no holes to watch out for. Dim light peeked it’s way into the several windows that lined up against the wall. Peyton furrowed her eyebrows and clutched her fist. She didn’t care if her attempts at breaking through the door was futile, she was just willing to do anything that would get her out of there.
Peyton grabbed a chair from one of the desks and started banging it against the windows. When one didn’t crack, she tried another, and another, and another. As she hit he last window over and over again, tears began to stroll down her cheeks. But it wasn’t sadness she felt, it was anger. Pure, burning hot rage. She was mad. Mad that her life was shit. That her dad left her with her horrible mother and has barely talked to her since. That her own mother treats her like garbage and trash, and she’d rather throw her own daughter on the streets then get help for her alcoholism. That her favorite teacher began to see everyone as not good enough because her dumbass husband walked out on her. That she was trapped in this school full of whiny spoiled teenagers who care more about how they look and their reputation than other people in the world who were suffering and had no home or education. That be only person she cared about was missing and could be dead. That her only reason for living is gone. The only person who gave her hope in life taken from her, as if the universe was out to get Peyton. To make her life a living nightmare.
All these thoughts were swarming in her head like a hive of bees. She couldn’t escape them. She couldn’t avoid it any longer. Peyton was angry. At everyone. At life. At herself. She kept slamming the chair into the window, like she was a machine that couldn’t be stopped.
“WHY” SLAM “WON’T” SLAM “YOU” SLAM “BREAK!” SLAM
The chair’s legs broke off and fell to the floor. Peyton sobbed. She was losing her mind. Back in reality, she felt the pain from her foot creep in once more. Peyton cried out from the burning sensation.
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 13, 2018 21:38:11 GMT
Chris had left tara with the unconscious andrei and naveen. If andrei woke up he was sure he would be nice to tara. Andrei and he were friends after all. If andrei was okay with being friends with chris he would most likely be okay with tara too.
Chris was too focussed on watching his step and hoping the ceiling didn't break on them, to actively look for something to help peyton with. Then again there wouldn't be first aid supplies in the hallway.
“WHY. WON'T. YOU. BREAK" He heard a female yell followed by something crashing. Even if peyton was mad he was extremely glad to hear her voice. That meant she had not fallen down. He got to the door. He.. .. didn't .. want to invade her privacy. He gently opened the door. “peyton..?” he said softly to announce he was there. He didn't want to scare her. “you ran off.. are you alright..?” he asked carefully. He then heard her cry out in pain, crying in general. Chris was worried. Ofcourse she was not okay. She looked like a mess if he had to be honest. “ Hey.. “ he said softly. He hesitantly got up to her. “.. sorry.. i know i'm not who you want to see" he said. He had heard her yell for emery. “but i was worried.. you are hurt.. and you could have hurt yourself more ..” he added. He really didn't know peyton that well so he didn't know what to say to help her. He just.. acted as if they were friends. It didn't matter if that was true or not. She needed comfort. “.. let's sit down and look at your foot..” he offered.
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 14, 2018 6:03:11 GMT
“Peyton?”
Peyton jumped in surprise and turned to see Chris standing at the doorway. Her eyes were still watery and cheeks stained with tears. Realizing she was a mess, Peyton quickly whipped away her tears with her sleeve. The last thing she wanted was to be seen like this. Only Emery has ever witnessed Peyton becoming hysterical. That list didn’t need to be expanded on.
“You ran off…are you alright?” Chris said in a soft voice.
Peyton’s blue eyes, which were usually luminescent, looked dark and hopeless. Her expression wasn’t sad or angry anymore. She now had a sense of coldness to her. Her eyes peered downward and she turned around, her back facing Chris.
“I don’t usually get like this,” she finally answered.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he responded, “I know I’m not who you want to see. But I was worried…you are hurt…you could have hurt yourself."
Peyton stared outside the window. The rain hit itself against the glass, making it sound like little rocks were being thrown out the window. She remembered a different time as a child, when her mother forced her to go outside in the pouring rain after another fight with her father. Emery had come to her rescue that day, once again, giving her abused friend a jacket and an umbrella so she wouldn’t get a cold in the rain. That’s what it always seemed like to her. Emery always saved Peyton’s ass from the worst. Even if Peyton looked taller and muscular, Emery was the stronger one. Always.
She winced in pain again as Chris looked at her foot to see how bad the injury was. It was silent for a moment, between the two of the them. The rain was the only sound in the room. No voices, no animals, no people. Just the rain.
“The worst is not knowing,” Peyton said breaking the silence, “Not knowing if she’s still passed out or awake or alive. An-and with three people dead, what am I supposed to think?! That everything is probably fine and I’m just being dramatic? I woke up to the worst of reality a long time ago…and as much as I don’t want to believe it….” She took a deep breath, “I need to prepare myself for the worst. As far as we know, we could be the only ones here stuck in this Upside Down version of the school!”
Peyton shook her head, “Sorry I…I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I barely know you and I don’t want to dump all of my problems on you."
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 14, 2018 23:25:34 GMT
Peyton jumped a bit as she heard the redheads voice. Chris could see the aftermath of the tears on her face. He immediately felt bad for her. She wiped her tears away but he had already seen them.
“I don’t usually get like this,” she said eventually after a long pause. She looked.. exhausted as she turned away to the window to watch the rain hit the glass. He followed her gaze. It was dark outside. Had they.. been out for such a long time..? Or .. was something else going on.. it couldn't be night. People would have send help to them already if so much time had passed.
“The worst is not knowing,” Peyton said breaking the silence, “Not knowing if she’s still passed out or awake or alive. An-and with three people dead, what am I supposed to think?! That everything is probably fine and I’m just being dramatic? I woke up to the worst of reality a long time ago…and as much as I don’t want to believe it… I need to prepare myself for the worst. As far as we know, we could be the only ones here stuck in this Upside Down version of the school!” chris looked at her and let her rant as he was just listening to her worries. Maybe talking would help her. Just to get it off her chest. He could imagine she was extremely worried. He was too. He was lucky however tara was okay minus the glasses incident.
Peyton shook her head, “Sorry I…I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. I barely know you and I don’t want to dump all of my problems on you." She told him. This time it was his turn to shake his head. “No, don't be sorry.” he assured her. “ it's good to speak things out loud. You obviously care a lot about emery.. and that's admirable.” he added. “however.. you're not the only one. I know its hard in this situation but you shouldn't let these negative thoughts take over. Emery has a lot of friends. Maybe she is with Alexander? You know how he is. He would keep her safe too. “ he gave her a weak smile. “ofcourse i won't tell you to stop looking for her or to stop worrying at all. I can't ask that of you. And it's good. It's a sign you care. But.. running off with the possibility to get hurt.. you already have your foot to worry about. You can't look for her if you fall in one of those holes.” he said
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 15, 2018 0:46:40 GMT
“No, don’t be sorry,” Chris assured. Peyton’s glance moved away from the window and to his eyes. Even though it was hard to see him in this light, she could see the sense of kindness he had. Something she recognized in people like Naya sometimes.
“It’s good to speak things out loud,” He continued, “You obviously care a lot about Emery…and that’s admirable. However…you’re not the only one. I know its hard in this situation but you shouldn’t let these negative thoughts take over. Emery has a lot of friends. Maybe she is with Alexander? You know how he is. He would keep her safe too. Of course I won't tell you to stop looking for her or to stop worrying at all. I can't ask that of you. And it's good. It's a sign you care. But.. running off with the possibility to get hurt.. you already have your foot to worry about. You can't look for her if you fall in one of those holes."
Peyton’s eyes seemed glazed. Chris’s words gave her something she needed…a little bit of hope. She smiled and glanced at the tiled floor.
“That was also what made our friendship odd,” she said, “That she had so many friends and I have little to none. She has a bunch of people worried about her, caring for her, looking after her…if I find Emery and we get out of this hellhole she’ll have a home and a family to go back to. But I never had that. She was-,” Peyton stopped, realizing she said it in past tense, "…is my home. Emery is the only reason why I keep moving.”
She turned over at Chris again and chuckled. “Oh my god, when I did I become such a sap? Ugh, fuck me for being stuck with you, the redhead, and Naya. Y’all are turning me sensitive,” she laughed. “But uh…yeah. Thanks. I shouldn’t have ran, it’s important for us to stick together. Can’t have us all wondering off."
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 15, 2018 19:37:37 GMT
After his little speech it was silent for a moment. Chris looked at peyton hoping his words would come through to her. Since she seemed so emotional. A small smile formed around peytons lips and chris felt as if a weight was lifted of his shoulders. peyton felt better. the atmosphere in the room seemed to get a little better too.
“That was also what made our friendship odd,” she began. Chris looked at her as she started to talk “That she had so many friends and I have little to none. She has a bunch of people worried about her, caring for her, looking after her…if I find Emery and we get out of this hellhole she’ll have a home and a family to go back to. But I never had that. She was…is my home. Emery is the only reason why I keep moving.” She told Him. It was really sweet in a way but also extremely sad. It seemed as if Peyton had been through a lot and he didn't dare to ask what.
She turned over at Chris again and chuckled. “Oh my god, when I did I become such a sap? Ugh, fuck me for being stuck with you, the redhead, and Naya. Y’all are turning me sensitive,” Peyton said as she laughed. Chris couldn't help but chuckle a little. Yeah. she absolutely looked like the type that would keep her emotions bottled up inside of her. Someone who suffered in silence. He had noticed the bruises and couldn't imagine they were from the fall. If that was the case he would have them too. “But uh…yeah. Thanks. I shouldn’t have ran, it’s important for us to stick together. Can’t have us all wondering off." She said. Chris nodded giving her a genuine smile. "You're welcome.. and don't worry about it. we all lose it sometimes." He said. It was easy to get overwhelmed. especially now. "Just know.." he began. He didn't want to dig into her personal stuff assuming she wouldn't appreciate that. "That if there is something you need to get off your chest.. anything.. I'm here to talk." He offered. "I'm .. the last person to judge" he said as he shrugged. "But if you don't want to. you don't have to. We don't know each other too well and i can imagine you don't feel much for pouring your heart out to a stranger" He said as he gave her a small smile. Peyton looked like a loving person who just seemed a bit rough around the edges. He wouldn't mind to get to know her better and maybe eventually become friends. but that was up to her. They had time he hoped.
"Yeah.. about sticking together.."he mumbled thinking about tara. " Misha and Naya left to look for a way out.. and well.. Tara is still with andrei and .. uhm.. na..veen..? yeah naveen. " he said softly.
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 15, 2018 21:48:24 GMT
Peyton noticed Chris’s genuine smile, and she couldn’t help but smile back. She definitely was feeing better than before. Time to be the calm and collected person she was. She had to stay strong. She needed to be the person to make the tough calls and tough choices, because it wasn’t hard to tell that this could become life or death. They were trapped here for who knows how long. Her task was to find others, find Emery, find a way out, and call the authorities and ambulance. God knows how many other people were injured from the fall. Even with all of this in mind, Peyton still couldn’t help but feel uneasy. That something didn’t make sense. She still had questions. Lots of them…
“You’re welcome,” Chris interrupted her thoughts, “And don’t worry. We all lose it sometimes.”
“Hm,” she said, still deep in subconscious. What was she missing? What were her instincts telling her? Should she be weary of something?
“Just know…that is there is something you need to get off your chest…anything…I’m here to talk. I’m…the last person to judge,” he continued.
Peyton glanced over to him slowly, almost as if she had to process the words first. To talk. Talk about it. About her life. This day was abnormal to her. Well ok, it was abnormal for everyone. But this seemed different. She wasn’t used to feeling…comfortable with other people. Especially about talking about her life. She couldn’t now though. There was too much happening.
“It’s a very long story Chris,” she answered, “And it’s time we don’t have.”
“Yeah…about sticking together,” Chris mumbled.
“What?” Peyton raised her eyebrow.
“Misha and Naya left to look for a way out…and well…Tara is still with Andrei and…um…Na…veen? Yeah Naveen,” he said.
“TARA’S ALONE?!” Peyton cried. It was bad enough that she had to leave the room because of her emotional breakdown, but she didn’t everyone would be dumb enough to split up when the school is falling to pieces! Especially having the balls to leave the weakest one in the group by herself with a bunch of passed out people and a dead body. Peyton got up and quickly raced out of the classroom, still hopping a little bit due to her injury not having fully recovered. It wasn’t as bad as it was before though.
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Post by Something on Jul 15, 2018 22:33:17 GMT
The strong vibration from his phone brought Chris attention to it. The power of the notification! The last message was shortly followed by another one:
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 16, 2018 0:40:44 GMT
Chris noticed peyton was deep in thoughts. Did she.. need a break..? Or was he annoying her? He didn’t know what to make up out of the way she was talking. Eventually she sighed and answered him. A long story.. yeah he could imagine if she bottled everything up it would be long. He was willing to listen however. The redhead nodded accepting her decision. “that's alright" he said. “ Maybe later then" he said letting her know the offer was still open whenever she felt like it.
“TARA IS ALONE" She yelled when he had told her about his friend. “y-yes but-" peyton didn't think twice as she ran off, out of the room. Most likely to check on tara, leaving HIM on his own instead. He had been wanting to tell her that he had taken care off tara and left her in a safe spot. That peytons panic attack could have gotten her hurt and he wouldn't have enough time and be able to pull her up if she indeed had fallen in a hole if he had to bring tara with him who couldn't see. Also they couldn't have left andrei and naveen alone..! That.. would be worse. They couldn't defend themselves if they were unconscious.
Shit. Did.. did he fuck up. He asked himself as a feeling of anxiety was creeping up on him. What a friend he was! He had left tara on her own after telling her he had her back! What kind of asshole would do that to his best friend..!!?? .. no.. no that was not right. He had done it to prevent other bad things from happening. He wanted to keep both tara and peyton safe. He didn't leave tara because he wanted to. Well. He did want to leave to check on peyton. But not endanger his best friend. Was she in danger due to his choice..?! Chris held his head. As his hands were shaking. It had seemed like the best option! Oh god. Now he had left tara on her own and peyton would most likely rethink her choices of trusting him. He had messed up. Chris took a deep breath and then sighed as his breath was shaking too. Now that he was alone the anxiety he had been pushing away to function around the group was coming back. Why did naya and misha run off!? If only they were still there when peyton had a mental breakdown this problem wouldn't have been a problem to begin with! He shook his head. No. That wasn't fair. Everyone was stressed and this type of situations triggered their flight or fight response. The boy held the teachers desk as he closed his eyes for a moment. He had to calm down. His father or tara in this case would not always be around him to calm him down. Hell tara had enough to deal with. He had to take it easy and-
His phone started to buzz. He frowned. There was no way his prehistoric phone had a connection while the others did not. He quickly got it as he read the message.
// Something: Who do you think is the prettiest girl you know? Write it down.
Chris blinked at the message, dumbfounded. What in the world. He literally had about 5 people in his contacts. His father included. Who in the world would have his phone number and actually send him this random text.
// Something; You can find a pen and a notebook inside the teacher's drawer. Hurry up!
A second message followed. Chris jumped a bit. “uhm..!” he looked around him startled. How.. how did this person know where he was. He was alone in the classroom..! Right..? He quickly made his way to the other side of the desk to see if there indeed were a pen and a notebook. To his surprise there was! He got the notebook. The prettiest girl he knew..? He was confused. Who was HE to judge. If chris was honest almost all girls from the drama club were pretty. He thought about the girls he was most close with for a moment. Tara looked adorable and her genuine smile could make people melt instantly. Riley was incredibly talented and had nothing to be shy about. She looked beautiful. Alejandra had this cool vibe around her. She was herself and it suited her. He couldn't name someone who was more chill then she was. Esme was a girl who knew what she wanted. She was confident but loving. He admired that about her even if they didnt know each other that well. Naya always impressed him when she was on stage. He was .. slowly getting to know her and he was glad. She seemed nice. Nancy had the voice of an angel. She looked pretty and was usually really nice.. but chris.. he… was overwhelmed by how popular she was. Peyton he barely knew. But he admired her strength and how much she loved her friend. Peyton seemed like she was the type of friend who would go through fire for those she held dear. All girls had something in common. They were all beautiful in their own way but the best thing about them were their personalities. Another thing was that.. in a romantic aspect? Chris wouldn't stand a chance by any of them. However .. if this something wanted him to write down who he thought was the prettiest girl.. he decided to go with those he knew best. Tara, Alejandra and Riley. As he wrote it down he bit his lip not sure about why he was doing it. He just.. didn't want any trouble. He looked around the classroom looking pretty insecure. “.. i.. don't know if someone is here.. watching me.. but.. i don't want trouble..” he spoke out loud to nothing in particular. “.. i just want everyone to be okay.. i.. did what you asked.. these three.. are the people i'm closest to.. and.. well they are all beautiful.. i couldn't possibly choose..” he added. He sighed. He had seriously lost it. He was talking to air. Chris sighed and put the notebook back where he got it from.
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Post by Something on Jul 16, 2018 21:27:50 GMT
Chris phone immediately beeped again as soon as he finished his "dialogue".
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 16, 2018 22:08:59 GMT
Chris jumped and almost dropped both his phone and the notebook when his phone buzzed again. What the hell..!? No way. He put both his phone and the notebook on the desk too afraid to hold them as his hands were shaking too badly. He looked around the classroom silently cursing the fact it was so extremely dark. .. there was something in here with him. He wasn't alone. He hesitantly got his phone trying to contain his shaking hands and read the message.
//Something; Good. Now pick ONE of them. NOW.
He was frozen in fear for a moment. How. How in the world. He had spoken to air. There was NOBODY in the room but him and yet this thing answered him. It replied on things he said to the empty room. He shook his head and quickly picked up the pen he had dropped on the ground.
Opening the notebook again he felt strange. This was so extremely wrong. These girls were his friends not just some kind of icecream flavor to choose from! They were people! He looked at the names. Tara, alejandra and riley. He instantly crossed out her name. Tara was into girls. Even if he trusted her most he knew the two of them wouldn't become more then best friends. He was left with riley and alejandra. He sighed and eventually crossed out riley's name too. Riley was cute.. and really pretty. But.. they had just met today and even when they talked he had been too shy to continue his talk with her because he was scared she prefered to talk to elizabeth. So.. he was more comfortable with alejandra.. Alejandra was genuinely nice. She was more practical then she was into girly stuff like make-up but he kind of liked the fact he could laugh with her without her worrying about clothes and make-up. He put down the pen. There.. he had done what this .. entity had asked him to do. He had a bad feeling about this.
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Post by Something on Jul 17, 2018 19:55:54 GMT
After a short pause, Chris received one last message.
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 17, 2018 21:49:00 GMT
Chris looked at his phone seeing another message pop up. he swallowed as he was getting pretty nervous. This was insane. what even was this entity..?! was it a ghost..? It had to be. It had answered his dialogue to air. there was nobody in here. And with the whole earthquake and all.. It just couldn't be a joke. People had died! of course it wasn't a joke. If it was it was making him sick. He bit his lip as he made sure to put everything back where it should be as he didn't want to get any bad spirits attached to him. The feeling of not being alone grew and he felt uneasy. As if he was being watched. He decided to check the room for something useful before going back to the main hall where tara and Peyton were.
(Chris made a perception check)
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Post by Administrator on Jul 17, 2018 22:00:11 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 7 Success; you found a clue!
While Chris was lurking around the room his phone buzzed ONCE MORE. Surely, for the last time for today. Before revealing the message, the wallpaper glitched for a split second - a pair of wide open milky-white pupilless eyes were staring at him. The following message said:
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jul 17, 2018 22:35:15 GMT
Chris almost didn't dare to look at his phone anymore, and man did he regret doing so. The moment his eyes met the milky white pupils on his wallpaper he let out a yelp of fear as he almost threw his phone away. “WHA-!!” He was shaking as he held onto the desk nearby. The boy could feel his heart pounding like crazy. He had never really been into texting or just phones in general and this event would surely fuel the dislike of the device.
He hesitantly reached out to his phone which by a miracle, or due to the fact it was one of those old, more practical phones, was not harmed. He looked at the screen reading the message.
“she did this to me"
It looked distorted. The redhead felt chills. This was completely insane. Chris was getting pale as he quickly made his way back to the main hall. He refused to be on his own any longer with strange texts and scary spirits watching him.
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