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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 18, 2018 20:44:18 GMT
Misha cursed under her breath. Of course the rest of the hallway was impracticable. There was no better way out here than there was back in the plaza. They were about as trapped as before. She looked towards the entrance of a classroom, its door reading class 1-2. Well… it was her only other option. Might as well give it a try. She entered the room cautiously, not feeling as hopeful as she would have wanted to be. It didn’t seem like this day was ready to change for the better, but she couldn’t simply stand there and wait until help arrived… and they’d need to find a proper way in before they could even consider getting out. She didn’t even want to imagine how difficult that would be. As long as they don’t have more of the building collapse over our head, I’ll be fine.The room didn’t have that much to offer – it seemed to have about what one could expect from any other classroom, or what one would after an earthquake. Things were surprisingly in order considering what had happened, except maybe one chair that was in pieces on the ground. She could swear that looked a lot like Peyton’s work. Wait, Peyton. Misha glanced around the room, looking for any hidden forms. Her bathroom buddy had ran out the room before Naya and Misha had left, and there didn’t seem to be any other place she could have gone to, except the Plaza and this room, and they’d met her in neither. Did she go back while we were in the Plaza? Intuitively, she turned around, just to find herself face to face with Naya.
Finding her here wasn’t exactly a surprise - though she’d tried to act casual, she’d been keeping an eye on her as she walked, to make sure if she was following her or going back to the entrance hall. The last she wanted now was for her to end up all alone somewhere where they couldn’t quickly get to her if a rock fell on her face or something. A slight shiver ran down her spine at the memory of the girl who Naya had called “Ellie”. She didn’t even want to imagine Naya in that situation. Of course she wasn’t much more attracted to the idea of finding herself with a fragment of concrete crushing her skull, but she would have rather had that than asked Naya to come with. Call her prideful, but she would have rather she came of her own volition anyway.
– Hm… do you have any idea where Peyton might be? – trying not to look too interested (Peyton was a big girl, she could take care of herself… probably) she glanced around the room. It seemed that one of the windows had been frankly brutalized. Yep, Peyton had definitely been here.
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jul 18, 2018 21:51:22 GMT
Naya followed Misha into the classroom, making sure to leave a bit of a distance between the two of them. She was just here to explore, maybe find something, redeem herself in Misha's eyes, and then get out of this goddamned place alive. In her head, she was already planning which school she'd move to when - if - they made it out. Maverick had seemed a great choice at the time, but, well, clearly its structure was weak, its teachers were somewhat unprofessional, and now there was some weird entity stalking them. So, maybe it was best she finished her education at somewhere a lot safer, if less elite.
Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed Misha's question.
"Do you have any idea where Peyton might be?"
Peyton? Naya looked around. There was a broken chair on the floor, and the room in general was in a bit of a state of disarray. Had Peyton been here? When they'd been back in the entrance hall, she'd seemed very agitated, so it made sense that she'd come in here and tried to let out her frustration. But... wow.
"Well, if she's not in here, I'm hoping she's in the entrance hall," Naya shrugged, "Otherwise... well fuck." She couldn't deny that she was worried about Peyton, and hoped she was at least okay. She seemed like a lovely girl, and it really looked like they could start getting along. Plus, she didn't think Emery would be able to cope with two of her friends dying in quick succession... The thought made her shudder. No, Peyton wasn't dead. Not until they found a body, anyway.
Trying to push that out of her mind, she looked around once more for possible places to survey. Other than that caused by Peyton, there seemed to be little damage to the room itself, and most things were intact.
"I think I'll check the bookshelves," Naya decided, making her way over to them. There had to be something there.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 18, 2018 22:46:34 GMT
"Well, if she's not in here, I'm hoping she's in the entrance hall. Otherwise... well fuck."That’s an interesting reaction to one of the other only survivor possibly being in danger.Misha wasn’t exactly judging her; if anything, she was just using it as a way to distract herself from her own worry. She still couldn’t believe that three people had died already; and somehow, only one of them was directly due to the fall. Kairi wasn’t even injured. And Amanda… What were the odds of someone killing herself right before a natural disaster, anyway? One would almost think she’d seen what was to come and that she wanted to avoid any of it. Maybe she fell so hard she caused an earthquake.Misha snorted nervously. She really needed something to calm down before she lost her cool.
If anything, this was making her nervous. She wanted to explore and find a way out, but the idea of coming back and finding out that Andrei had died without her noticing it once more, right after she checked his pulse… she could feel her whole body twitching with unease. She needed to go back and find out how he and Naveen were. And at the same time… she wanted to stay as far away from there as possible until she came back victorious with either something truly useful or a way out. Her body demanded to find Alex as much as it demanded to check on Andrei… if not more. Oh, how she hoped he had remained up there, where it was safe… where he could probably be found and get out.
She nodded absentmindedly as Naya offered to check the books. Yeah, sure, that was great. All she wanted was… something to get out of there. She made her way to the windows herself, but… of course, they were locked. If even an enraged Peyton couldn’t open them, she doubted her irritated cynicism would work its charm. Biting her lower lip, she resisted from hitting something again, not wanting Naya to scold her once more, and silently made her way towards the tables, lowering herself to check under them. How most of them remained standing after all this mess, she couldn’t tell, but there was a remote chance a student had left something of some use in there, and if so, she was going to find it. All the way, her lips were pursed in a tight line as her fists remained tightly clenched, as if still yearning for that satisfying punch.
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jul 19, 2018 18:49:28 GMT
Naya decided to start on the bottom shelf, sitting down cross legged and rifling through the books. Nothing useful, that she could see anyway, unless they wanted to learn about Napoleon or the Byzantine Empire. Great. It wasn't like she expected there to be a book on how to survive when an earthquake destroyed your school, people were literally dying, and there was some crazy stalker who'd apparently been reading too much fanfiction. Still, Naya hoped she could find something useful in amongst the books, maybe a note or a clue as to what the hell happened. Besides, focusing on this was a good distraction- she could already feel her panic subsiding a little. There was just something so calming about being around books for Naya, even in the middle of chaos.
She looked around for a second and saw Misha under one of the tables, fists clenched. She bit her lip. She was worried about her, naturally, no matter how much Misha tried to play off that she was okay. Especially after the choking. Naya had never seen anything like it, and she was sure it wasn't normal. Of course, she'd never tell Misha that she thought it had something to do with the texts. She suspected Misha thought the same, and was just trying to convince herself as much as Naya that it was just a reaction to the fall. She wasn't about to question it though, instead being perfectly happy to assume that was the case rather than something more sinister.
They continued in almost-silence for a while, until Naya decided to break it.
"So, Andrei seemed nice earlier. How do you know him so well? I've never had the opportunity to talk to him." Perhaps a stupid conversation topic considering they could die at any minute, but Naya was craving a little bit of normality, and she could tell Misha cared about Andrei and Copper a lot.
(Plus, Naya decided, if the conversation moved on to talking about the puppy, even better.)
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 19, 2018 23:11:23 GMT
"So, Andrei seemed nice earlier.”Misha nearly bumped her head onto the bottom of a desk, surprised. The room had been silent for a while, and she was so tense, she hadn’t expected Naya to say anything. Yet there she was, and Misha prudently moved from under her hiding place, giving Naya a look. Where had that come from, all of a sudden? Well, it’s true that she was all over his dog earlier. Maybe she just wants to know the owner, too.
Or maybe she just wants to change the conversation to something where you two aren’t constantly arguing you freaking klutz.
– I met him through Alex – she started, simply. – Got into trouble once, for a change, and he helped me out. Hide me in his place for a bit until the teacher that was rampaging after me had to desist. – she smiled at the memory. Rushing into some unknown guy’s tiny room with a very interested dog claiming your lap, screams of your name through the hallway and a distinct smell of fresh weed in the air had been… interesting. Awkward at first, but interesting. – Andrei’s a really nice guy, really. Pretty friendly and reliable. And crazy about his dog. – she chuckled, slowly getting back on her feet, before turning back to Naya. – I think you’d like him. You both could die for that pupper.
She grinned as she recalled Naya’s joy simply from getting some attention from that pet. Copper was a cutie of course, and Misha enjoyed his company a lot, but not nearly as much as Andrei or even Naya did. He was their janitor’s whole world, as for Naya… his presence in the auditorium had been the last time she remembered seeing the girl genuinely content since… well, everything. Misha frowned. No, she wasn’t going to start getting pessimistic, not again. They had to stay positive. Andrei would wake up, and Naya would smile again later. They’d both be fine. Actually…
– … why do you ask? – she quirked an eyebrow at her, studying her. – Does he interest you? He’s a little older than you, but I guess you two could get along?
She wasn’t sure how fancy she was at the idea of the two of them getting together but it was an… entertaining thought, to say the least.
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jul 20, 2018 17:57:18 GMT
"I met him through Alex. Got into trouble once, for a change, and he helped me out. Hid me in his place for a bit until the teacher that was rampaging after me had to desist."
Naya let out a short laugh. That was something she could for sure see happening, to either Misha or Al. They were a pretty dynamic duo, after all.
"Andrei’s a really nice guy, really. Pretty friendly and reliable. And crazy about his dog."
"Who couldn't be crazy about that dog? He's sooooo cute," She smiled just thinking about that puppy: his cute little waggy tail, his floppy ears, his soft fur. She hoped he was okay... It seemed almost silly to worry about a dog when human lives were at stake, but Naya was someone who hated to see an animal hurt, and she would do anything she could to help them. Or anyone, for that matter. Sometimes she thought she was almost too empathetic, but she supposed it was better than having no empathy at all.
"I think you’d like him. You both could die for that pupper." Naya had to admit to herself Misha was almost completely right about that. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"I'm sure we'd get along well," she nodded. They could talk about their dogs! And... probably nothing much beyond that, but Naya could probably talk about her dogs for hours. They were her main source of happiness when it got tough, and it had been a super tough month. Being around them made her feel like the old Naya again.
Misha quirked an eyebrow at her, confusing Naya momentarily before she spoke again, "… why do you ask? Does he interest you? He’s a little older than you, but I guess you two could get along?"
Naya snorted with laughter at the thought, covering her mouth. Her and Andrei? As if! The only thing they'd have in common was their love of dogs, and even then Naya would probably spend most of her time petting Copper.
"Oh no, I mean I'm sure he's a nice person and all but I'm definitely not interested in him in that way," she replied, "I asked because I know he's special to you, and I wanted to know more about that! You seem super close!"
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 20, 2018 20:17:09 GMT
Misha smiled kindly, watching Naya as she was right back into dog-gaga mode. She caught herself wondering if she would be this coo-coo about children as well. She’d seen people act the same way with puppies than they did with human babies, and she had a feeling Naya was one of them. She’s so cute.
She’s too cute.
– Then maybe I can introduce you to him when he’s… introduceable. – she frowned slightly. Andrei’s fine. She told herself. She had to believe he was fine. She wanted to go back so badly, yet at the same time… she wanted to convince herself she could find something useful for him. For everyone. Thankfully, Naya’s next amused words quickly caught her attention before she could continue with her worry, and Misha grinned mischievously. – Eyh, I was just asking, lover girl. . I mean… he’s sweet. – she admitted – Very sweet. … anyway. I hope he’s… awake now. … Maybe we should just… get back to the entrance hall. See how the others are doing. – she gave one last look around – It's not like we're going to find anything in here... this whole place is trashed.
Shrugging, Misha gave one last look around before making her way back to the hallway. Each minute she spent away from their starting point, while pleasant in the way that she wasn't constantly reminded of the cadaver next to them, made her worry and ache to see how the others, mostly Andrei, were doing.
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jul 20, 2018 20:36:18 GMT
"Then maybe I can introduce you to him when he’s… introduceable,"
Naya smiled, "I'd like that." It would be nice to get to know someone that meant a lot to Misha. Andrei couldn't be bad if two of her friends cared about him. At least, she considered Misha a friend, despite the rockiness of their relationship. She hoped Misha felt the same.
"Eyh, I was just asking, lover girl," Misha replied, a grin on her face, "I mean… he’s sweet. Very sweet… anyway. I hope he’s… awake now..."
"And you call me lover girl, just listen to yourself," Naya teased. It sure sounded like Misha felt something for Andrei, whether it was just affection or something more. It was nice to see a softer side of Misha, Naya thought. It was nice to just... talk normally for once, instead of talking like they were stood in a morgue. Even though it seemed like they were.
"Maybe we should just… get back to the entrance hall. See how the others are doing. It's not like we're going to find anything in here... this whole place is trashed."
Naya nodded in agreement, "Yeah, definitely. If there was something here we'd have noticed it by now."
She put back the book she was holding in her hand and stood up, brushing herself down, before following Misha back into the entrance hall. She hoped everyone was okay.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 22, 2018 9:50:44 GMT
Fuck all those debris. All she wanted was to finally get out and get help. Or at the very least, stay as far away from everyone as she could manage. Was that too much to ask? It took her barely a second, once she’d stepped out of the room, to realize that she was still just as trapped as she had been before; she still only had two locations to visit, and neither of them had much to offer. It was better than staying back there. Out of luck, and remembering that she’d been in the Plaza long enough, she decided to head back towards the classroom. No one had died there, nor sexually assaulted her. It seemed like the best choice to cool down. And cool down she did; starting with throwing the nearest table to the ground. If Peyton could go around destroying school supplies, then so could she. She wasn’t going to be the only one with the privilege to snap, was she? It wasn’t enough. She could still feel her eyes burning, her cheek aching, her headache pounding, her anger raging. She needed to destroy something; really WRECK something. But she didn’t have the strength to right now.
Slowly, she let herself fall to the ground at the front of the class, never mind the chairs, and wrapped her arms around her knees, bringing her body into a sitting ball as she started breathing deeply. In. Out. In. Out. It was starting to hurt. And tears were pricking at the corner of her eyes, yet she did her best to stop them from running. She wasn’t going to cry now. Trying to stay optimistic, wanting to hope for the best and being angry at her peers for giving up so soon, it didn’t make her a crybaby. She wasn’t a crybaby. She wasn’t going to act like one. Awkwardly, she cleared her throat as her face started getting redder from all the emotion she was trying to contain. Her throat was starting to hurt again, and she didn’t know if it was because of her past injury or because of the growing lump that had established itself in it and seemed to refuse to leave. Still, she started expelling slowly, her left hand moving to her throat to massage it, trying to get the bulge to leave. It wasn’t until she trusted her hand in her pocket to retrieve Andrei’s phone that she realized that her body was shaking slightly. It wasn’t noticeable at first glance, and probably not at all in this light, but it was making it somewhat more difficult for her to properly grab and hold the phone. Deciding to ignore the fact (it would have to stop eventually anyway), she pursed her lips in a tight line, and forced herself to open the phone and look at what her friend had last looked at. The scene had gone down pretty fast, scarily fast, but she could still partially remember him holding his phone. Just like Peyton, actually. … was Asshole responsible for this? Had they… said something? Something to put her friend in that hysterical state, causing their fall? She felt a mix of anger and despair rising again. Giving a look at whatever application he’d last had open, she made sure to check if the man had received any messages recently. It was a breach of privacy, but… right now, she needed to know.
Yet, she couldn’t stay for too long. The last time she’d deserted the entrance hall, she’d come back to her best friend falling to his possible death. She didn’t want to imagine what was going down there right now; yet at the same time, she wanted no part in it. But she couldn’t abandon Andrei for long. She still needed to find a way to him. And he could wake up at any moment. She couldn’t leave him alone with them. Sighing heavily, with a slight shake of her voice, she decided to give one other look around from her place on the ground, searching for anything helpful that she and Naya might not have noticed in their first time there. [OOC: Misha looked at Andrei’s phone and made a perception check]
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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2018 15:43:09 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 6 Success; you found a clue!
As soon as Misha turned on the phone, she was greeted with a picture of long-haired blond anime babe with big boozoms, sucking on a lollipop. The phone wasn't protected with a password, leaving exposed Andrei's personal information, so it took less than a second to unlock the screen.
Automatically the phone sent Misha back to the last opened app. It was a photo gallery, full of various videos, photos and pictures from the web - most of them were selfies, pictures of his dog, more anime babes with and without clothing.
They looked strange though. All of the pictures looked dark, damaged, pixilated. No matter how hard the girl tried, she couldn't open - to take a closer look - any of them! Another strange thing was that she couldn't turn off the app either until...
"FUCK," Misha could hear Andrei's voice ringing in her ears, but it wasn't a hallucination. It was coming from the phone! A video turned on on its own. It was only 3 seconds long. In the video, Misha could see that Andrei was the one who was shooting it and he was in a hurry, running, the picture was blurry and flickering. Andrei was "shooting" the floor and his sneakers mostly. If she put the video on a pause, Misha could see that the floor tiles looked similar to those they had in school on both the ground and the first floor.
Misha could replay the video as much as she wanted, but besides the video, she still couldn't open any of the photos, videos or even apps.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 22, 2018 18:15:46 GMT
The pictured that greeted her gave her some pause. After so much drama, screaming, agony, tears… she hadn’t expected boobs. She had even less expected to have this exact thought twice today. This is a really weird day.Okay, so, Andrei was into anime pussy. Fine. She could cope with that. She wasn’t ecstatic, but she could cope with that. It wasn’t worse than smoking weed. What really caught her attention (apart from wondering if girl number 13 had implants), was the fact that the pictures looked… distorted. Damaged. Like someone had tried to delete them in a hurry, but had only managed to fuck them up doing that. Could dropping your phone possibly do that? It didn’t look feasible… but there it was still. Maybe Andrei had some kind of program that deleted his naughty pictures in case his phone was lost or damage? But then… why also affect his dog’s ones, and his own? For privacy? But then again… with those results, it would have to be a very shitty prog-- "FUCK !"Misha jumped. Instinctively, she looked around, looking for the owner of that voice. It wasn’t until she looked back down at the phone in her hands that she noticed that a video had just played. Weird, no other file had worked until now. And she hadn’t clicked play… Squinting her eyes, she rewound the video and launched it.
From the voice, she could tell that it was, indeed, Andrei, like she had first guessed. Except that it wasn’t coming from a miraculously saved Andrei, but from a very discontent Andrei. In his voice, she could feel… what was it? Urgency? Alarm? Fear? He’s in the school. She noted. She’d seen those bland tiles enough to recognize them anywhere; they were imprinted in her core memory. And now, Milo was running… until it stopped, barely three seconds later. Is he running from something? Frowning, she rewound the video again, again, and again. Desperately trying to see something, anything new that would explain this video… because, despite what she thought at first, it wasn’t an accidental video of his last moments before falling. He hadn’t had time to run. At her 9thh watch, her finger rested on the screen. She didn’t replay it again. Instead, she stared at the unmoving picture, thinking. What… could Andrei have been running from? Or running towards? What had him so… affected?
Slowly, Misha wrapped her arms around her legs again, bringing them closer to her body, as Andrei’s phone, tightly captured between her hands, slid in-between her knees, her back to the door. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he was just… late to get his chores done and the principal was going to have his ass. Maybe it was just that. It’s not like anything bad had happened in the video, and it was probably unrelated to what he’d shouted earlier. It was just him running. It was probably nothing. She had nothing to worry about. It was just a coincidence.
… then why did she have this awful, dreadful feeling that something terrible was about to happen?
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 22, 2018 21:09:40 GMT
Peyton first checked the Plaza, but it was empty. No person to be seen, just the sound of the rain from outside. She then decided for the classroom, figuring maybe Misha was having a similar moment that the raven haired had earlier. She walked in and saw the redhead sitting on the floor, squeezing her legs. Peyton let out a sigh. The girl was clearly having a harder time then most when coming to terms with Andrei’s death. A part of her almost wishes she had the ability to find hope in this situation. But no such thing seemed to exist to her. Not from where she stood.
“Misha?”
Peyton noticed the phone in her hand. She must’ve tried to look at it. The raven haired didn’t bother asking about it tho, figured to her that it wasn’t really the best time. Not now. She sat on her knees in front of Misha, the redhead avoiding eye contact.
“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but I need you to understand. I need you to truly understand our situation. We’re trapped in this school, there’s no way out, the glass won’t even break, none of us should have ended up here together considering where we were when we first fell, we’re getting text messages from someone who’s trying to mess with us even when there’s no service, and now the only adult in our group just fell to the bottom of a pit and we don’t even know where it goes. Look, I get it, I want to believe he’s alive to, and maybe he is. I don’t know! But you can’t keep focusing on it. Leaving him is the best case scenario for OUR survival. Something isn’t right here Misha, it’s survival of the fittest out there. And if we keep dwelling on those who died or might be dead, we’ll never get anywhere.”
Peyton took a pause after her long speech, “I’m sorry Misha, I am. I’d probably be like you if I were in your shoes."
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 23, 2018 3:36:02 GMT
… then why did she have this awful, dreadful feeling that something terrible was about to happen?“Misha?”Ah. Peyton. Yeah that seemed about right.
She sighed. Not this again.
– I don’t want to talk to you, Peyton. – she answered simply, raising her voice a bit to make sure she would be heard. It was probably useless to attempt hiding now. After a second, having just come to a realization, she continued. – And I am not interested in hearing you monologue, either.
Ignoring her, the woman lowered herself on the floor in front of her, and just as she’d feared, she started talking. Very melodramatically, Misha allowed her face to fall against her knees. For such an awkward introvert, Peyton sure liked her chattering. She took in each of her words in silence, not interrupting her once, not looking up at her either. Probably giving the impression that she wasn’t even listening, or paying attention to her speech. Silent. Until, finally, Peyton was done.
– You think I don’t know that?
Her voice came out as muffled between her knees, her tone low. Eventually, she raised her head and looked the woman in the eye. Her features showed no signs or anger or hatred, simply… weariness.
– You honestly think I don’t realize the shit we’re in? I pointed out half the stuff you just said myself. Why do you think I want to save him so badly? Three people are already dead. – she subtly corrected – We’re fucked. And we can’t afford to leave anyone behind.
Feeling her voice starting to get out of control again, Misha took a second to breathe before continuing. She eyed Peyton for a second, gauging her carefully.
– Say that, I don’t know, we find Emery, and she falls down a pit one day. And you have no proof if she’s dead or alive. What will you do, just leave her there for dead, because it’s best for your survival? Say that YOU are the one down there, should I just leave you and move on? And if we keep leaving people behind, what will we do when there’s no one left? Are you planning on getting out of this one all on your own? Because if we can’t even manage to find a way out as a group, good luck doing so all by yourself with a trail of corpses behind you. And for God’s sake, you want to leave him to go where? You said so yourself, there’s no way out. So what is going to leave him in there going to accomplish, if we can’t even get away anyway? That he’ll rot down there instead of up here? When we don’t even know for sure if he’s dead in the first place. – she pursed her lips, tightly. Too tightly. – That’s just… that’s insane. That’s just fucking insane. And it’s not going to benefit anyone. Not even you.
She let her last words sink in before lowering chin on her knees once more. Truth was, she wasn’t even sure what else to say. She wasn’t sure there was more for her to say. And she didn’t even have the strength to get angry. She allowed a couple seconds to go by before she forced herself to give Peyton’s words a second thought. “the only adult in our group just fell to the bottom of a pit and we don’t even know where it goes”
– … maybe… we could find a way out through that hole. – she offered, carefully. – It’s dangerous, but… unless the path opens up before us or we miraculously wake up somewhere else tomorrow, and if the help doesn’t come before we start starving… we’ll have to explore some of those holes eventually. We won’t have a choice.
Honestly, it sounded like an awful idea, even to her. Climbing down in tight, dark spaces when they were already on shaky grounds at best was anything but a good move. But the thing was… she didn’t see anyone coming with a better idea. It’s not like they hadn’t already tried every other possible way out and failed. Shifting her position slightly, starting to feel uncomfortable on the ground, she unwrapped her legs, moving her hands back to her lap. As she did, she caught sight of the phone still between her palms, and swiftly hid it from view, as if expecting Peyton to take it back. She didn’t want her to snatch it, yet… it also brought something else to mind. Something Peyton had said…
– … what did Assh--- what did he tell you? The guy? The phone person? – she turned to the woman to face her once more. Her voice had lowered considerably, as if she was afraid of being overheard... though she wouldn't admit it. – I saw you freak out and show your screen to everyone before… the thing. It was them, wasn’t it? … what did he ask you to do?
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jul 23, 2018 4:09:38 GMT
“You think I don’t know that?”
Well you certainly don’t seem to act like it.
Peyton didn’t say that, but that was how the situation came across to her. In any case, she decided to shut up and listen to Misha, have her get it out of her system. She listened closely. Taking in only various sentences.
Say that, I don’t know, we find Emery, and she falls down a pit one day. And you have no proof if she’s dead or alive.
Say that YOU are the one down there, should I just leave you and move on?
And if we keep leaving people behind, what will we do when there’s no one left? Are you planning on getting out of this one all on your own?
She thought about this, contemplating it. The raven haired wasn’t necessarily thinking of her own survival, rather she was for others. She knew unlike most people that tough calls in tough situations are decisions she’s able to make, not so much everyone else.
“And it’s not going to benefit anyone. Not even you.”
Peyton’s eyes rose to stare at Misha. She took a deep breath.
“I don’t know what I’d do if Emery was down there. I guess I’d be too accepting of the worse really. As for me…if I was stuck down there…I wouldn’t want you to come down for me,” her eyes shifted elsewhere, not wanting to look at Misha as she admitted this. “Unlike everyone else, I don’t have much of a life to go back to. I’d rather be left behind then someone sacrifice their life for mine. And if I’m the last one left….then there really is no point in staying alive anymore.”
Peyton listened as Misha piped up again, saying how we should get down one of the holes.
“Even if we had a rope or something, we don’t know if it would reach the bottom. There’s too many missing variables, and too many ways for it to go wrong.”
She paused, letting it sink in a little. Peyton heard the rain hitting the windows once more, lifting her head up to see the one she brutalized for what seemed like forever ago. The last thing she expected, however, was Misha’s next question.
“…what did Assh-what did he tell you? The guy? The phone person?”
Peyton stared at her and furrowed her eyebrows. Did Misha get a message to?
“I saw you freak out and show your screen to everyone before…the thing. It was them, wasn’t it? …what did he ask you to do?”
The raven haired thought back to what the message said.
Let Andrei fall to his death.
She got up off the floor and examined the window before her, watching the rain drip to the bottom of the frame. Her mind went elsewhere for a second, grasping the sentence that repeated in her head. It gave her chills. Something wasn’t right here.
“Let Andrei fall to his death.”
She let Misha sink the words in before she spoke up again.
“That’s what it said. It’s almost like…it knew what was going to happen."
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jul 23, 2018 14:16:33 GMT
It was pretty obvious that Peyton wasn’t taking her seriously, or at least not fully. She still saw her as delusional because she wanted to hope for the best instead of immediately assume everything was even worse than it truly was, which was already quite much, and honestly… it was kind of irritating. Not that she expecting her to wholly see her point, anyway. What surprised her a little, however, was the fact that she seemed so ready to assume she could act similar if it was Emery down there. Of course Misha had no idea how close those two truly were, but still… they were friends. She’d expected more of a reaction. But it wasn’t half as surprising as Peyton straight up admitting she’d rather be left for dead, or even, that, if she was to be the only one left… there would be no point for her to keep moving on. Now that was just… depressing.
– You’re quite the ray of sunshine, uh? – Misha whispered, observing her with an inquisitive eye, and an inch of worry. At her next words about exploring the pits, she simply shook her head. – Believe me, I know it’s not safe. I’m just saying, if we can’t find any other way out, we might have to consider climbing either up or down.
And getting Andrei back wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing, either.
– For the record, I wouldn’t just let you rot in a hole, even if you wanted me to. – she added, staring Peyton down with an almost scolding, challenging glare. – Not as long as I owe you a slap, at least.
As she questioned her about the message she’d received, Peyton got weirdly mysterious. Maybe it was about something embarrassing, or very personal. Or both. It wouldn’t surprise her, since past dared had included sharing information on a hidden crush, groping someone, and French kissing. For a second, she almost regretted asking. Until her question was answered. “Let Andrei fall to his death.”Now she fully regretted asking. For half a minute, she blankly stared at Peyton, expecting her to add something. It couldn’t just be that. That couldn’t be the thing. If that really was what her text had said, right before Andrei had fallen… “That’s what it said. It’s almost like…it knew what was going to happen."Maybe everyone was messing with her. It was possible, who knew. Maybe everyone was in on it, Peyton, Naya, Andrei, everyone. It would explain so much after all. And make things so much easier. And fuck the voice in her head calling her an idiot. Very slowly, her body curled up closer, her eyes never leaving Peyton. It was weird how she felt the need to cry, but she didn’t even have it in her to panic. It was like her body refused to take in the information to prevent her from having to feel. She considered asking to see the text, but she desisted. Even if it’d all been a sick joke, they could have sent a false text. And deep down, she knew Peyton wouldn’t mess with this kind of things. And to be fair, she really didn’t want to read it.
– Naya and I received one, too. – she shrugged. – Nothing… important. Just stupid dares.
At least no one had died. Instinctively, she discreetly put her collar back in place. Feeling the urge to cry again, she bit on her lower lip. Not in front of Peyton. SURELY not in front of Peyton. Yet, with each passing second, as she dwelled on Peyton’s words, it became harder and harder to contain herself, until… Her eyes landed on Andrei’s phone.
Peyton had received a text saying that Andrei would fall. Then, Andrei had fallen. And now, his phone was unusable. Frantically, she brought it in front of her face again, desperately trying to get anything to work; but despite her best attempts, nothing was budging, except for that damn video. Every other file was damaged, as if someone had attempted to get rid of them all. As if someone wanted to get rid of some proof. Andrei wouldn’t do that. She told herself. If a mental voice could stutter, she was sure hers would have right now. Why would he do that? He was unconscious when Tara had received the first text. You can program texts to send later. She shook her head. No, no, this didn’t make any sense. Even if Andrei was the only one that could have possibly… premeditated it, even if he could have faked it… he wouldn’t. What would he gain from it? Why would he force Naya to grope her? Just because he was into hentai didn’t mean he was this sick. She refused to believe it. Even if she couldn’t think of any other logical explanation. It doesn’t explain what happened to you after refusing the dare, though.Ah. She could have almost laughed. She was pretty sure she’d settled on saying it had all been due to the fall and an allergy. Apparently, she didn’t fully agree with herself.
– Look. – her hand shaking slightly, she went back to the video, that damn, stupid video, and turned the phone towards Peyton. – This is probably stupid and nothing, but…. – but I need someone to tell me if I’m fully mad or not. – …what do you think this is?
As she launched the video, she told herself this was a bad idea. Peyton was the ultimate pessimist. She would probably tell her it was something awful and mysterious and that it meant something bad. That was the last thing she needed to hear right now. But she needed to hear something. And so, she clicked play.
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