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Post by Veronica Kishi on Jul 24, 2018 20:59:18 GMT
Heather, Heather, Heather and someone...
With a gasp, Veronica woke up, looking around like a clueless sheep. Her ankle still hurt, but she forced herself to try to get up. She couldn't. The teacher was tied to a chair, her arms were bound tightly behind her, her mouth taped so she could not call out for help. The woman was sitting at the table, facing the girls who were brought here as well for this horrific event. All of the "auditioning" young "actresses" were sitting at the table in a row; Thalia, Arielle and Elizabeth. Their legs were tied to the chairs, each girl had her left arm tied behind her as well. They still could operate with their right arm! In front of them, on the table stood three mugs - a red one with a white skull on it, a white mug with a “like a boss” print and a solid black mug - filled with, perhaps, orange juice. Right in front of Arielle, because she was sitting in the middle, was lying a note. The note, written in a really lousy handwriting, said: And there was nothing else. What the girls should do? They have no idea what part of the school they are, they don't know who wrote this note and what he's gonna do if they won't listen to the rules. PARTICIPANTS: Veronica, Thalia, Arielle, Elizabeth RULES: You have to pick one mug, and describe how your character drank the juice from it.. Depending on your choice of mug color, I will announce the results after all three girls will drink the juice! The color of a "special mug" was chosen in advance.
[!] People who do not participate in the event are allowed to wake up in any room of the area their team (you can check out the list here: link) is located, so you don't need to wait for me to make a special thread for all of the team members! Your characters will feel dizzy and hear faint white noise ringing in their ears. The last thing they will remember that they went through the doorway of the room they were in and then they woke up in a totally different place. Also, "Skanks" team members can not enter the cafeteria before the end of this event, but they can hear people talking thought the door and react after.
POST ORDER:There is no post order for this thread. WEATHER AND TIME IN THE GAME: It seems like about a day passed since the massive awakening. Students are getting cold and tired. It's still dark and the rain outside didn't stop for a second.
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Post by Arielle Belacqua on Jul 24, 2018 21:20:11 GMT
Stop, stop, stop, Arielle's sleep or rather unconsciousness got more and more restles. "STOP!", Arielle suddenly shouted as she jumped up a little bit, not really moving due to being tied to a chair. "What in the...", Arielle stopped as she looked around and tried to realize and analyse the situation.
She was sitting at a table and some woman was sitting in front of her. As her sight got better, she recognized Veronica. "Oh Miss Kishi, you are alri-", she stopped again and saw Miss Kishi being tied to a chair as well. Next to her on one side was Thalia, a face that made her feel somewhat safer, and Elizabeth, who was someone she shared friendly competition with. What is going on? In front of her was a note, a very badly written one. "Pick one and drink it or else Veronica will truly become the “dead girl walking” and all three of you will join her shortly after" Arielle's eyes widened and she looked up at Miss Kishi. The earthquake, the cafeteria, the message, what happened to the girl in the cafeteria - it wasn't a coincidence? Someone must've planned this and they were his or her victims. Or were they? At least the people from the cafeteria were the victims.
"We ... must drink one... or.. die?", Arielle said numb. She couldn't really show any emotion in her voice, but couldn't hide a tear rolling down her cheek. "I...What are we supposed to do? I mean we don't know what it is... But the last time I didn't do as a note said I almost went crazy."
Three mugs were in front of Arielle and the other two: A red one with a white skull on it, a white mug with a “like a boss” print and a solid black mug. Judging from the appearence Thalia fits the red one, Arielle saw herself definitely as the boss and since one was left it would fit Elizabeth.
"Are we seriously doing this? What if that is some serious poisonous shit? This bitch is trying to kill all of us!", Arielle said with more emotion and showing that she was scared. She looked at Thalia and then at Elizabeth and finally at Miss Kishi.
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Post by Elizabeth Agnes on Jul 25, 2018 5:47:47 GMT
Elizabeth slowly woke up, her head an utter haze as she started to recollect her vision. Her head still hurt like a bitch all thanks to -something- that caused her to fall, she wasn’t even sure if she was that clumsy. «apparently» she looked down for a second to get some energy and as she stretched her right arm above her head, the left on tugging on the rope. What the hell!? She thought in almost paranoia. She thought the events in the cafeteria were horrific on it’s own without this.
"Oh Miss Kishi, you are alri-"
Elizabeth looked up, catching a glimpse of the mugs as she looked at Miss Kishi, Arielle and Thalia. Cafeteria group? Where the hell were they!? What was going o- she looked at the not-so-well-written-note. “I... Oh boy...” Her head felt like a bitch.
-"Pick one and drink it or else Veronica will truly become the “dead girl walking” and all three of you will join her shortly after"-
All she could think was if, if they have access to all this, the messages, mugs «for christs sakes», ropes, the school and seeming enough potential to do all this. Than just do it! After all, she only had a chance of dying and from the looks of it, one of the mugs just weren’t right. The black one could have whatever, the red one is just alarming but so obvious. As this the one where she just guessed to stay away from the red one and have the black one? Also, why are they doing this!? From the reference on the note, it was referring to Heathers; Arielle, Thalia and herself auditioned, something was just irking her that this person knew either about the students or what happened in the club! “What sorta vendetta is this?” She mumbled as she moved her hand to the one with the skull. What ar-? She took a second look... «No»
She heard Arielle, as she said something about it «maybe» being poisoned. She frowned, considering what the perpetrator had previously done to them. She wouldn’t have been surprised if one of them was, but since both of the mugs were alarming her, she put the red one: with the skull. Taking the one that read Like a Boss and moved the black, one closer to the two of them before sipping the one from the mug since it alarmed her way less. Who knew I’d reach a point in my life where I’d think about the colour of a mug and my life at the same time. Scrap that, she would’ve had that moment because it was now.
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Post by Thalia Turner on Jul 25, 2018 13:27:45 GMT
Thalia was trapped; in her brain, no less. She was plunging further and further into the oceanic abyss of her mind. She scrambled, kicked out, desperate to break the surface of the water. But her body was weak – the sharp pain in her foot prominent even in her nightmares. She opened her mouth to scream but it only let the water in; engulfing her trachea and lungs and rendering her useless. Her chest was going to burst open; vibrations destroying her eardrums. Flashes of red swarmed her vision and she assumed it was her eyes buckling under the pressure. She convulsed, panicked, survival the only thing on her mind. And just as the corners of her vision blackened like spilt ink; just as her lungs gave way, she woke up.
But she hadn’t escaped the nightmare. Oh no. She was still in one. And it sent a chill up her spine.
Slamming up against the restraints, Thalia screamed out in a perpetual rage. Sick of the torment, sick of being played with. She tugged at her left arm, which was painfully tied behind her, clawing at the chair with her free right hand. Panic swelled in her chest. She hated tight spaces and not being able to move, the restriction; it was horrifying.
Her eyes snapped to her teacher first. Miss Kishi was utterly immobilised, tape over her mouth forcing her into silence. Taking in the sight before her, the world seemed to expand, and Thalia’s surroundings came into focus. “Oh Veronica…” Thalia croaked, a shaky incredulous laugh falling from her lips. There was no humour in that laugh. “What the fuck have we got ourselves into…” It was a statement more than a question. She met eyes with her teacher, the sadness of her own radiating so prominently it must have hurt.
The girls beside her were in no better shape. Elizabeth and, to both her delight and horror, Arielle, who seemed to be in a better shape than she had left her. Thalia hadn’t even taken in the view of the mugs before she noted the girls’ eyes trailed upon them. The three – very innocent-looking – sent a pang of horror up her stomach and she slammed her back against the chair again. It was the note situated in front of it which had horrified her so truly.
"Pick one and drink it or else Veronica will truly become the “dead girl walking” and all three of you will join her shortly after"
"We ... must drink one... or.. die?", Arielle said, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Thalia took in a sharp breath. "I...What are we supposed to do? I mean we don't know what it is... But the last time I didn't do as a note said I almost went crazy,” she added. Thalia answered with her own silence. She regarded the mugs with utter distain. No fucking way would she sip that shit. It could be pure acid. It could kill her. She snarled and slammed her fist against the table.
“This is just a fucking joke. Some psycho wanting to play a prank,” she agreed with Arielle. “Don’t drink it. Don’t do what this fucker says-” but she was cut off to the sight of Elizabeth grabbing the mug which depicted ‘like a boss’ and draining the contents. Thalia seemed incredulous. A flash of anger engulfed her eyes like a flame. “… Idiot. You’re an idiot, Elizabeth! You don’t know what’s in that; why the literal /FUCK/ would you do that?!” She was almost screaming. Tugging full force against her bounds she seemed like a trapped animal. She was almost wild. Not thinking. Real panic and rage had set in and had gripped a hold of her with its fist.
“Oh my god this is so wrong. I’ll kill this bastard myself; how dare you hurt innocent people. People who’ve done nothing wrong! Sadistic bastard… BASTARD.”
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Post by Veronica Kishi on Jul 25, 2018 14:25:02 GMT
"Oh Miss Kishi, you are alri-", Arielle's voice called for her and Miss Kishi rose her head, tears welling in her eyes, and faced one of her beloved students. No. She wasn't alright. This could not be happening to them. It's just a crazy fever dream. It could not be real. "We ... must drink one... or.. die?", Arielle said, shifting into an emotionless voice. "What are we supposed to do?" Veronica felt shivers go down her spine. She didn't know. She tried to wriggle her wrists free and let out a muffle of struggle. “This is just a fucking joke. Some psycho wanting to play a prank,” Thalia added and told everybody else not to follow this monster instruction. "Yes! Don't do ANYTHING!"she agreed, wriggling around in her chair, trying to break free. "I will find a way, I will..." and that moment Elisabeth drank whatever substance there was from the white mug. Veronica let out a protesting sound. "DON'T!" she wanted to yell, but couldn't. She was useless. She wasn't in control. Not anymore. Was she ever in control though? Once she had a happy life, a husband, a job, kids who adored her for who she was and then one day it all was gone. Tears started to roll down the woman's cheeks and she yanked her hands sharply, the rope dug into her skin. She should have finished what she planned long, long time ago. “… Idiot. You’re an idiot, Elizabeth!” she heard Thalia swearing, her words echoing inside her mind. Veronica pulled her hands as hard as she could once more. This was all her fault. Nothing would have happened, none of them would have to suffer. Poor kids. They didn't do anything wrong. They shouldn't even be at school on Sunday! They would have never been trapped if it wasn't for her stupid club! Her stupid club, the last thing in this goddamn world that kept her fucking miserable life together!
While Thalia kept her rage flowing, a string of foul words flowing from her mouth, Veronica jerked her hands one more time trying to break free. It was useless. Defeated, she looked into the distance... And froze.
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Post by Arielle Belacqua on Jul 25, 2018 14:29:12 GMT
Arielle smiled relieved at Thalia as she responded Arielle. When Miss Kishi finally started talking as well, Arielle turned to her and nodded approvingly. “This is just a fucking joke. Some psycho wanting to play a prank, Don’t drink it. Don’t do what this fucker says-”. Suddenly she was cut off by something. Arielle looked to her other side and could see Elizabeth drinking the "I'm the boss" mug. "DON'T! ELIZABETH!", Arielle was so shocked that she couldn't go on. However Thalia did and went nuts about Elizabeth drinking it. Arielle couldn't have said it better. "You really are insane, Elizabeth. How..", Arielle couldn't hide the cracking in her voice, "How could you do this without talking to us?!". Turning to Thalia and leaning towards her Arielle whispered, "Maybe something made her go cray-cray , just like the phone call did with me..?"
All of a sudden Thalia went wild on her chair and seemingly tried to get out. Arielle gave her friend a worried look and wished she could just stand up and hug her to calm her down. Gladly Thalia was sitting to her right and her right arm wasn't tied. So Arielle tried to reach her friend with her right arm and hold her. "Thalia...Please...Please try to relax, we'll make it out of here!" “Oh my god this is so wrong." "Thalia.." "I’ll kill this bastard myself; how dare you hurt innocent people." "Thalia, I am here.." "People who’ve done nothing wrong!" "Please, Thalia. Just listen to me..We'll get ou-" "Sadistic bastard…" "THALIA! I'm-" "BASTARD.”
Arielle couldn't take it anymore. It was as if the hissing came back. Screaming probably the loudest she's ever screamed. Elizabeth was crazy, Miss Kishi started crying and on top of it all Thalia was turning into a full on Cheetah. With a final loud scream Arielle leaned to the front and took one of the mugs, not seeing which one and drank it all in one sip. As the mug was finally empty, Arielle let it fall on the floor and she could hear it break. "What did I just...", Arielle's voice was quiet and weak and she turned to Miss Kishi and back to Thalia, "I drank it. Will I....Am I going to die?"
When Arielle looked down to the floor she could see the broken mug. The red mug with the skull on it. Arielle couldn't breathe anymore out of shock. No..."No..."...No..No..No..No.."No...". Arielle looked up to the ceiling and put her hand in front of her eyes to catch and stop the tears. "I don't want to die!", Arielle started sobbing and went on whispering, "Please tell me that everything's gonna be fine...Miss..Kishi? Thalia?"
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Post by Elizabeth Agnes on Jul 26, 2018 6:58:27 GMT
"DON'T! ELIZABETH!"- “… Idiot. You’re an idiot, Elizabeth! You don’t know what’s in that; why the literal /FUCK/ would you do that?!”
She was already drained from trying to help Thalia and Arielle the last time, she couldn’t really make out a clear thought out and was just more stuck on theories she was making out of what she could figure about the perpetrator. She just wanted to live so she could figure out a little more as to what was going on and figuring out who was doing it so she could get out. «And that at least means being alive» She doubted having a self preservation instinct over paranoia was a bad thing no matter how much Thalia insisted otherwise. “Because I don’t want to die.” She said blankly.
"You really are insane, Elizabeth. How..",
She frowned, “Rich coming from the girl who heard noises in her ear, the last time I checked.” She sighed, her face looking down as she just let out a soft sigh. “I don’t want to do this.” «I don’t» She really didn’t, hence why she tried outsmarting the person by not entirely hurting Miss. Kishi in her entirety. “I don’t want us all tied up, our lives at risk, needing to see our own teacher like this....” he geared up, “I don’t.” She grip loosened. “But do we have a choice?” The only thought that came to mind was that Thalia and Arielle didn’t drink and she’d hear that static noise until it was loud that it made brain matter circle across the room and they’d all be corpses just hanging about for other students to witness,
"How could you do this without talking to us?!"
She frowned, almost immediately as she said, “Didn’t know I needed approval on trying to preserve my livelihood.” I.e by trying to pick the least menacing mug she could find and chugging it so either her death was quick and snappy, or that she’d make it out alright for another day. Her life was just starting to sink, «ironically getting murdered, what a way to die» Augustus was gone, maybe she would be as well. I hope he’s happy now. Now, who’s he? Who knows.
"Thalia...Please...Please try to relax, we'll make it out of here!" “Oh my god this is so wrong." "Thalia.." "I’ll kill this bastard myself; how dare you hurt innocent people." "Thalia, I am here.." "People who’ve done nothing wrong!" "Please, Thalia. Just listen to me..We'll get ou-" "Sadistic bastard…" "THALIA! I'm-" "BASTARD.”
«Hurt- innocent- sadistic- bastard- wrong» «Hurt- innocent- sadistic- bastard- wrong» «Hurt- innocent- sadistic- bastard- wrong»
She looked down, sobbing as she kept on having those phrases go through her mind, how she felt over her brothers murder. Except it could have been her right now. Augustus was innocent. She was hurt. The bastard was sadistic nd this was all wrong. All she could do was silently sob as she looked down at the floor, it surely didn’t help she had no medication foe her depression whatsoever and the drama club she loved was now what was going to kill her. Her passion for wanting to act, hence auditioning for the play Heathers was what was going to «possibly» kill her. Arielle drank out of the glass and it broke on the ground. She looked up at her, exhausted really. Her face blank as the tears dried up.
Than she just looked at Miss Kishi, the person who brought them to school on their weekend and brought them to their doom. But for what it’s worth, she wasn’t initiating this. That was obvious, if they went to school on, Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. They’d still be in this mess, regardless. “Miss. Kishi, this may or may not be the last thing I say to you but for what it’s worth, don’t blame yourself. You came late but you didn’t start this mess. Either way we would’be been stuck in this eventually. Regardless, you’re a wonderful teacher and you just wanted to do something you loved, life get’s tough and as much as you’ve changed. We’re all in the same mess now, so no point in complaining.” She sighed. May or may not have been the last thing she said to her own teacher. She bit her lip, looking down at the floor, waiting for it to haze out until she could die or simply wait to only see one of them die or lord forbid, hearing that static noise in her ears.
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Post by Thalia Turner on Jul 26, 2018 20:21:36 GMT
“…Rich coming from the girl who heard noises in her ear, the last time I checked. I don’t want us all tied up, our lives at risk, needing to see our own teacher like this... I don’t… But do we have a choice?” Elizabeth had begun to reason with her own thoughts. Thalia merely glanced up at her, that fire burning a blaze behind her irises. She almost growled.
“Leave her alone, Elizabeth,” She snapped a warning, her eyes flickering over to Arielle to her side. “We’re all scared. But we always have a choice. No matter what you think; what you believe. Being forced into subjugation by a shadow in the corner of the room is not living. It’s enslavement. Playing this ‘game’…” she spat the world, her tongue drawing over her dry lips in distaste. “What does that make us? Pawns? For some cruel joke? I will not make decisions based off this… monster. Take your life into your own hands and change the rules of the game.”
In her efforts to change Elizabeth’s mind, Thalia grew to realise her teacher was not quite alright. The fearful agony in her eyes. At once Thalia halted her efforts to breaks free; her screaming. She was about to reach out, to try and consolidate her grieving teacher – whom she considered as a mutual friend at times due to her own involvement with Phillip. But Veronica drew back into herself; a look of defeat plain across her face. Perhaps the horror all seemed too much for her. Fuck, it was for Thalia. A melancholy yearning eased into Thalia’s chest – She didn’t want to see her peers, no less an adult with a reputable placement in the drama club – suffer as such.
“M-Miss K- ”she cut off, correcting herself. “Veronica. Look at me, are you alri-” But then the screaming began.
Thalia’s head snapped to the side in both a perpetual horror and alarm. Her knuckles whitened under the sound as she gripped the chair in fear that something had happened. Oh fuck, was Arielle dying? The sound reverberating around them was estranged; she could have been a small dying rabbit in a fox’s jaws. Rapidly her heard thudded against her ribcage, banging out a consistent rhythm, reminding her of her own fear. So much death, so much agony. It was just too much to bear, wasn’t it? Were they all dead anyway? Were they being tested for all that they’ve done wrong in the world? Thalia was never a saint, but she wasn’t a bad person. Arielle wasn’t a bad person. Neither Nancy, Sig or… Phillip. Thalia’s eyes swam with tears. Would this be her last thought of them? In a decrepit school building? They were all supposed to be people; become themselves and grow up around each other. That’s what they had planned. And seeing her friends so small and so fearful…
Her eyes trailed and found what Arielle was looking at. It was the red mug. The girl choked back a cry of alarm upon the realisation of what she was going to do. She slammed her wrist against the bounds so hard it had to have left a mark or burn. Pain thundered up her foot, where the glass had pierced her soft flesh. “Ari- no! STOP! PLEASE DON’T!” But she was never going to succeed, was she? It felt like fate that had tied them here. And when the mug fell, Thalia only saw it in slow motion, as if the world itself had gasped in horror for their fates. The sound of it smashing hit her like a punch to the chest.
No..."...No..No..No..No.."No... I don’t want to die!” Arielle began, realising her horrifying mistake. Thalia was simply aghast, staring at her friend as though she had never seen her before. Her own wrist went limp against the chair and her head dropped, as though she couldn’t even bear to even look at her. "Please tell me that everything's gonna be fine...Miss..Kishi? Thalia?"
“I…” Thalia began, but she couldn’t conclude her thoughts. What could she possibly say to her? Console her? The irony in the thought. The world had merely become a numbing void and Thalia’s eyes were swimming in and out of focus. Her cheeks flushed as the horror came crashing down on her shoulders. She hadn’t even realised her nails were scraping marks into the chair before the sharpness of the sensation brought her back into focus.
Thalia raised her head.
She met every single deadened gaze in that room. She had no real individual kindness to say to them; the truth of their situation was as raw and as primal as anything she had ever experienced. Being kind would be a lie, and Thalia Turner was no liar.
A weak smile met her lips. There was no humour residing there. It looked strained, like a grimace on her beautiful face. “Take control of your own destiny,” she whispered, like a ghost on the air. The girl laughed shakily, the raw emotion bringing a lump to her throat. “I hope… In some way… We can find peace from this nightmare.”
Thalia reached out with a steady hand and grasped the final mug. The swirling inky black of it drawing her in like a black hole. Thalia was floating; she was in space, dancing with nebulae and swimming in the milky way. The iridescent lights floating within her, filling her with light. Her fingers drummed against the mug’s surface and she raised it high in the air, a real smile breaking across her lips. Perhaps embracing the possibility of death was peace. She met every gaze in the room once more and spoke with a calm, controlled tone.
“A toast. To the living. And, to death itself. Fear is overrated anyway.”
And with that Thalia tossed back the mug’s contents into her mouth as though any reserve she originally held was a forgotten whisper. Once finished, she threw the mug against the wall, the satisfying smash echoing through the room with such satisfying clarity. She glanced at the badly scrawled message and her face grew dark. Whatever this was, wouldn't break her spirit. It would NEVER. She bared her teeth and laughed harshly.
“Go fuck yourself. You’re not beating me.”
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Post by Administrator on Jul 26, 2018 21:54:09 GMT
The moment their eyes met, Veronica couldn't move her sight away from her. With a wide smile, she stood there in the dark silently, anticipating. When Heather Duke said her "toast" and Heather Mcnamara has finally stopped crying, she's started moving forward. Step by step like a cat stalking a bird she got closer to her goal. There she was. The star of tonight's little "show". Do you enjoy the view, Veronica? Watch closely! Everything is going to end in no time.
With a swift movement, she sliced Elisabeth's throat with a butcher knife and took a step back, out of Heather Mcnamara's reach. "Veronica gave Heather the "right" cup," she whispered, giggling softly. Even if Elisabeth tried to stop the blood flow, her attempts would be useless. "Second later, Heather grabbed her own throat, feeling her insides burning from the drain cleaner, down to the core," she kept narrating while walking in circles around the table. "And then... she died."
Finally, Elisabeth body collapsed on the table, liquids still gushed out of her throat like a fountain, a puddle of bright red blood on the table was getting bigger and bigger. The redhead snorted and let out a wave of rising laughter, each burst sounded even more insane and inhuman than the last one. "Like a BOSS!" she's finally finished her sentence and got closer to Veronica, playing with the knife in her skinny hands. "Did you like the show, Veronica?" she pulled the woman back by the hair and put the knife to her throat. "You are never satisfied with our performance, so I thought I should bring a bit more 'realism' in our plays," she pressed the knife harder to the teacher's throat, making a minor cut showing red blood. "I'm sorry for the blood! Next time we'll get some real drain cleaner! Pinkie promise!"
And that was it. The role would be yours, Elisabeth, if only you were not dead.
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Post by Arielle Belacqua on Jul 26, 2018 22:37:40 GMT
“I…” Arielle looked up at Thalia and waited for more to come. For something that would help her, comfort her. But just like herself, Thalia seemed to be kind of lost in her own mind. The only thing that made Arielle relax slightly was the fact that Thalia calmed down. "T...You're one of my best friends, I love you so much..If something happens to me, I-", Arielle's voice was so shaky and the tears kept on rolling down her face. But then Thalia's actions got her attention. She suddenly raised her head and something seemed so clear and yet distant about her. Looking around, a smile. But Arielle couldn't quite get to her. "T....? Please..just"
“Take control of your own destiny. I hope… In some way… We can find peace from this nightmare.” Arielle's eyes widened and with pure fear she looked at her close friend. No..No..No..No.. Arielle couldn't believe what was about to happen. Thalia reached to the final mug. "T! DON'T!", Arielle tried to free her other arm to get closer to Thalia. "A toast. To the living. And, to death itself. Fear is overrated anyway.” Then Thalia drank the final mug and smashed it against the wall afterwards. "T....", Arielle whispered, barely hearable. She didn't say anything anymore, she simply couldn't. Her death would've been one thing, but the chance of seeing one of her closest dying was even more horrifying. Mommy...Daddy....I love you so much..., Arielle thought looking up to the ceiling. All she wanted to do was sitting in front of a nice fire with her family and hug them.
As Arielle kept on looking up so that she wouldn't have to look at Thalia and cry again, the tears stopped more and more. But with the tears getting fewer, something was starting to feel different in the room. Everyone was so quiet. You couldn't hear any sobbing and could probably hear a needle falling to the ground. Then Arielle got goosebumps, something made her shiver, it was like the room suddenly got colder.
And there she..or rather it was. Like a panther the creature starting moving to the desk. Arielle slowly and just slightly turned her head towards Thalia, only so much that she could still the creature in the corner. What is that... As she was questioning herself what it could be,a part of her knew that it must've been the cause of the earthquake, the texts and finally this. But..Was is it even the first group to have such a horrible task?
Suddenly, with a quick movement the cat-like creature cut Elizabeth's throat. Arielle let out a high pitched scream, even louder than before. She tried to get up, all she wanted to do was move, moving away from the creature, away from the bleeding Elizabeth. Simply Away. Only stopping as she saw her moving to Miss Kishi. Arielle went back to being as silent as possible, barely breathing.
Amanda. That's what the panther-like monsterous thing looked like. Amanda was threatening Miss Kishi. What did we do to her...? What...Why is she like this. All these questions were running trough Arielle's mind. Just every now and then taking a small and quick breath, trying to seem invisible.
"You are never satisfied without performance, so I thought I should bring a bit more 'realism' in our plays. I'm sorry for the blood! Next time we'll get some real drain cleaner! Pinkie promise!"
What was this about? Jealousy? Arielle wanted to adress Amanda and ask her why, maybe even trying to calm her down, so they could escape. Then Arielle turned to Thalia and without any voice, she moved her lips to say, " - W e - h a v e - t o - g e t - o u t - "
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Post by Elizabeth Agnes on Jul 27, 2018 10:09:07 GMT
Elizabeth wanted to believe Thalia, in a way she was right. She shouldn’t have done this, maybe their was a way out but whatever it was, she wasn’t seeing it any time soon. Or never. The instant Thalia finished her mug, a small ounce of silence until the one and only came to her in a swift move. Cutting her throat with the knife, her right hand trying to reach for whoever had done it than went back to the bloody throat as she sobbed. She really was going to die of; murder. The same thing her brother had to die of, he was innocent, she was innocent, they all were.
She choked out, “Y-you monster...” Her father and mother losing another kid, this wasn’t fair. All she could feel was her body begging for air and life, just a chance to make it but as she heard what «Amanda» had to say, her body was just fallowing her every word until she really was the dead girl. Her body falling to the table, her right hand out as the last set of tears ran out of her eyes.
If she could say more, she would. She would say that she loved her family, her brother and that he was everything to her. Every time she had to argue with her dad and mom was because she lost someone she cared about, who they cared about. That she’d wish Cameron had told her, than maybe she wouldn’t have been so hurt, that he could care. That maybe things would change and they could all get out, that looks were deceiving and that Amanda wasn’t who she used to be. That something would never be the same and that they had to get out.
The world blacked out.
She was dead.
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Post by Thalia Turner on Jul 28, 2018 21:04:11 GMT
To say the world had died in her eyes at that moment would have been an understatement. To say That Thalia’s soul was decimated; mauled; torn apart, would not have been enough to describe what she saw that night.
Her whole being had shifted upon seeing Amanda step out of the shadows. Seeing that distorted, monstrous face filled her with an icy terror she couldn’t escape. Pulled back into the deep waters, she was drowning once again, her lungs bursting, her screams unheard. They said that in space, no one could hear you scream. But what about there? What about in that very moment? No matter how much she could tear from her throat, no one would help them. They were indeed lost souls.
So, when Amanda slit Elizabeth’s throat, she didn’t cry out like Arielle. By contrast, she didn’t struggle like her either; tugging against her bounds as though the scene would allow them to fall from her wrists. Thalia’s body went limp as she stared in the perpetual terror of the scene before her. Blood gushing out of her peer with riveting purpose, as though desperate to escape her arteries. Thalia watched in awe as the crimson liquid pooled at the table, dripping on the ground to their feet; the metallic smell of death rushing up her nose and making her feel faint.
The only sound Thalia could hear was the pounding of her own heart; like primitive drums, urging her to flee from the scene. The adrenaline pounding through her veins. She could scarcely perceive anything other than the blood, other than that gruesome smell. But of course, the demonic presence of Amanda leered in the background and Thalia’s face, slack and emotionless, raised to see what the creature was doing.
"You are never satisfied without performance, so I thought I should bring a bit more 'realism' in our plays. I'm sorry for the blood! Next time we'll get some real drain cleaner! Pinkie promise!"
It was all too much; the synapses firing in her brain overloading her with information. Her breathing shuddered and wheezed, her eyes constricted. She was going to have a panic attack. And as Elizabeth’s last words croaked from her twitching, weakening body, the scene was truly scarred into her soul forever. She was confused, so confused; she was a child again. Looking up at her Dad as he begged her Mum to stay, begged her not to leave them. Confused as he dropped to the floor in tears as her mother slammed the door behind her. Confused when she wrapped her arms around her father’s sobbing form to comfort him, he turned to her and smiled and said, ‘Everything’s going to be okay’. Like then, everything didn’t seem okay. It all felt awful; like her chest was being tugged on by sharp claws; like her emotions were frozen in horror.
Suddenly, Arielle was caught in her peripherals and Thalia sneaked a glance to the side, noting her friend’s distress. “- W e - h a v e - t o - g e t - o u t - " she mouthed, and Thalia understood immediately. The young woman took a shuddered breath and nodded, her eyes tightening, trying not to let the tears spill. “-B u t – w e ‘ r e – t r a p p e d . S h e ‘ d – j u s t – k i l l – u s – ” Thalia replied, her hand trembling.
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Post by Veronica Kishi on Jul 29, 2018 14:25:45 GMT
Veronica couldn't help but just stare back at the girl, who was creepily observing the scene this whole time. "Amanda?" she recognized the student and squinted her eyes, trying to examine her in detail. Was it her? Or just her corpse? What happened to her eyes? And her skin. What was that giant bruise on her neck? The last time she saw her the girl was in the boy's bathroom and... Veronica yelled at the girl. And excluded her from the drama club. Yes, that was harsh. Yes, that was unfair. But it didn't matter. Nothing made any scene! Who? Why? When? How did that innocent little girl become this?!
"T...You're one of my best friends, I love you so much..If something happens to me, I-" Ariele sobbed her "goodbye" words ready to ready to say goodbye to life itself, when this thing has started moving towards them.
Oh no.
Everything happened in a matter of seconds. Arielle let out a high pitched scream, Thalia froze in her seat, terrified, and Elisabeth fell flat, blood from her throat was continuously being thrown up like a fountain. Veronica couldn't help but close her eyes in fear and now she could only hear how Lizzie squeezed out her last words. "Holy fuck," she swore, breathing rapidly. Her student, she... She was dead. She couldn't bring herself together to open her eyes until she felt something sharp pierce through the tender flesh of her neck. She let out a muffled yelp and opened her eyes, only to see a pair of pupilless whites staring back at her.
"Did you like the show, Veronica?" Veronica couldn't move a muscle like she was completely paralyzed.
"So I thought I should bring a bit more 'realism' in our plays." Performance? Wait, what? Was it... revenge? But...
She looked back at her girls, both silent and terrified of what they have witnessed. "Oh my gosh," Veronica thought, tears welling in her eyes. It was all her fault. "I'm sorry!" the woman wanted to plead, feeling tears falling down her cheeks. "Please, please KILL ME, but let them go! I- I didn't want this miserable life anyway! I'm sorry if I caused you to become... this! I'm so so sorry!" But she couldn't. So she just kept keeping an eye contact with the creature, at least giving the girls a bit more time to escape (if it was even possible...).
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Post by Arielle Belacqua on Jul 30, 2018 14:31:04 GMT
“-B u t – w e ‘ r e – t r a p p e d . S h e ‘ d – j u s t – k i l l – u s – ” Thalia replied and Arielle looked down, feeling broken in her will to fight. Thalia was right. Of course Thalia was right, she was probably right most of the time when it came to their conversations. A trait that Arielle hated and loved at the same time. All she could do right now was keeping on looking at Thalia, a safe spot. If Amanda wanted to kill her as well, she surely wouldn't wanna give her the satisfaction of seeing her dying scared, but instead with a smile and seeing one of the most important people in her life.
No one said a single word. Miss Kishi was simply looking around, not giving Amanda any answer at all. Arielle wanted to yell at every single one in this room. At Miss Kishi for not doing anything, Amanda to back "the eff" off and Thalia to run away. But she couldn't. Simply not being able to do or say anything, Arielle just sat there. What was she supposed to do? Before Amanda appeared they all already tried to break free, so there was basically nothing left to try.
"A-", Arielle had to cough slightly after being quiet for so long and while keeping on looking at Thalia she went on, "Amanda? It-...It's me, Arielle.. Your friend? You made-...you made my most beautiful dresses? I-...We...Please just...let us go...". Her voice started trembling more and more and tears ran down her cheek. Trying hard not to cry, Arielle locked her eyes to Thalia's as a fixpoint. She wanted to tell so many people that she would always love them, but she couldn't. Everything was up to Amanda. "We will forget what happened and tell no one. Just let us go. We will..", she finally turned her head towards Amanda, to clearly adress her and escape any possible disapprove from Thalia, "We'll do and say whatever you want, just please let us go safely. Please.. "
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Post by Thalia Turner on Aug 3, 2018 20:55:45 GMT
Thalia knew she should stop being such a hard-ass and reassure her friend; just this once, stop being such an ice queen and relent to her kindness or motherly feelings. She saw the shattered pieces of glass in her gaze. Her soul was cracked open, like her own. In such a time of need, they needed to be together. They needed to hold each other through it.
She saw in her friend’s gaze her own thoughts reflected in turn. The helplessness, the reserve. The subsequent ideology that in this moment their lives could possibly end within an instant. The knowledge forced Thalia to inhale sharply, her eyes never leaving her friend. She reached over, her trembling fingers unsteady, and grasped on to Arielle’s free hand. Her jaw was stiff in silent emotions; though the rage and the agony pulsed through her irises like a cold flame.
"A-Amanda? It-...It's me, Arielle.. Your friend? You made-...you made my most beautiful dresses? I-...We...Please just...let us go..." Arielle seemed to sob, the voice rushing from her mouth in an unsteady tremble. Agony burst through Thalia’s heart and she looked away, the tears refusing to fall. No. She wouldn’t allow her friend to suffer through this… this trauma. Thalia peeled her eyes away from the floor and locked on to Arielle’s once more, her grip on her friend’s hand tightening in reassurance.
“Arielle, listen to me,” Thalia croaked. “I love you too, okay? I know I can be a shit friend and I know that I’m hard to be around but—but—” A shuddered sob rumbled through her. She sniffed it back and continued. “I couldn’t ask for a better friend in you. And if I’m going to die next to anyone, I’m glad it’s someone like you.”
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