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Post by Something on Aug 3, 2018 14:24:36 GMT
Robert received an incoming text from an unknown number.
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Post by Something on Aug 5, 2018 16:51:30 GMT
While Robert still didn't pay attention to the task he got, Emery's phone beeped with a new incoming message:
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Post by Emery Attiyah on Aug 5, 2018 19:26:50 GMT
When Max had told her nothing happened, she gave her a look that told her she didn't believe it. She was told she was just startled, but no matter how much she didn't believe that that, she was going to let it be. If Max didn't want to tell her, then she would wait until she felt better. She rubbed her friend's arm, comforting her. "Not unless this place still holds some girl's PE clothes, I don't think so," She stated, her hand now moving away from her and onto her right hip. "Come on - Peyton sounds like she's about to hulk out.""Maybe that would be a good thing? She could smash the wall," She laughed lightly until she frowned. Her eyes looking at the wall. If only, She thought, wishing with all of her might that she'd be able to see her Peyton again. That's all she wanted right now, was to be by her side and just hug her. For a moment she wanted to feel like she wasn't in this place, in this situation. Yes she wanted to see Alex and Naya as well, since they also made her feel safe. But right now she wanted to be with the girl who seemed her help her the most when she was scared. When she felt lonely. At times when she felt like she didn't want to bother the other two, she would text Peyton right away and just talk to her for hours. Sometimes stay up all night until Peyton knew she was okay. It probably helped when Peyton knew more about her ptsd from the car accident, and why out of nowhere when the group was having fun, Emery would suddenly need alone time... Fuck this wall...Emery followed Max back to the wall, letting her talk for a moment while she got her emotions back in order. "Someone just forgot to call the exterminator.""Could've been worse, could've been bees."At those comments, Emery couldn't help the laugh that left her throat. "If there were bees here, that would be something," She commented before Peyton talked about how they needed to find what was going on, and find other survivors. Though she was cut short when Max and her heard footsteps enter the door. Followed by a familiar voice that asked if they were alright. Emery had never turned around so fast, feeling startled at the sudden footsteps and talking. She looked at Robert in shock. "Who's that? Did Sig finally wake up?""N-no, it isn't Sig. I think you would know if Sig woke up, it's Robert," She looked at the wall, making sure Peyton would hear her before she looked back at Robert. "Robert, how did you get here? I didn't see you in the auditorium... I thought you went home," She asked, looking very confused. But it was then when she thought she heard a slight vibration sound coming from where he was. But he didn't seem to notice. Guess I just imagined that, She thought, moving a strand of hair out of her face until she felt her own phone going off in her skirt. BZZ-BZZThe moment she felt the vibration, she stopped, her heart racing and her anxiety rising. She had already knew no one else could send her texts. And she knew her apps weren't sending her notifications. Cause I turn that shit off, Only one thing could send her texts. So with wide eyes she took her phone out of her pocket, her hand shaking just a little, opening the text message. UNKNOWN: You said you would do anything, didn't you? Here is your first task then. Kick Robert in the balls with all your might. Maybe that will make him hurry the fuck up! |
Her hand clenched at her phone hard. So I did hear his phone go off.. She looked back up at Robert, her expression going a bit blank. She knew it would be only a matter of time before she got another text, telling her to do something. But sadly, she did tell this unknown something that she would do anything. And it was cashing in on her word. There was no way she was just going to ignore it and not do it. Nope, she was not going to upset it again. The ringing from before was proof she was never going to let that happen to her again. So without anymore hesitation, she locked her phone and placed it back in her pocket. Without a word she walked up to Robert, her small self looking up at him for a moment. I'm sorry, Robert.. She thought, not really wanting to say it out loud, her eyes quickly dropping to see where his crotch was. And before him or Maxine could react, she threw her right leg up, her foot hitting it's target with all of her might. She watched him fall over, backing away from him as far as possible. Her eyes closing, she knew she was going to get yelled at for this. But there was just no way she was going to upset whatever was in charge here again... Now all she could do was wait for another text, and for Robert to freak out...
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Post by Maxine Evans on Aug 6, 2018 6:40:09 GMT
‘If there were bees here, that would have been something,’ Emery laughed. Max gave a shudder. She knew her friends liked making fun of her phobia (‘You’re not even allergic!’) – but how could they not be afraid of them? At least spiders had the decency to keep to themselves - and not fly. Bees on the other hand…. what kind of creatures chose to kill themselves en masse just to annoy someone else?
Peyton interrupted her thought process. ‘I’m not sure, As far as we know, there isn’t a way out or anyone coming to help us. We’re practically on our own. I guess my only ideal plan is to find out what’s going on and to find other survivor –‘
A-hem. Max sharply turned her head to the direction of the sound. She griped the cellphone in her hand, ready to toss it at the intruder’s head like a brick. A familiar student stepped out of the shadows of the doorway, a smile wavering on his face. Robert. She relaxed. Well, the guy sure liked his dramatic entrances. She half-expected a lightning crack sound effect to follow. How long had he been waiting by the door?
‘Hey, are you alright?’ he asked, licking his lips in a nervous manner.
‘Who’s that? Did Sig finally wake up?’ Her friend asked. Emery answered with a shake of her head, ‘N-no, it isn’t Sig. I think you would know if Sig woke up, it’s Robert. Robert, how did you get here? I didn’t see you in the auditorium… I thought you went home.'
Max frowned. How many of them were in the school? She knew she stayed behind because she had work to do. Well, that and the youngest son of her host family wouldn’t stop badgering her about her project….
‘Who’s that? Do you have a cruuuuuush? Why are you blushing?’ ‘GET OUT OF MY ROOM, JAKE!’ ‘It’s the guest room, Max -!’
She closed her eyes with a cringe. Damn it. She still owed the Louise’s a new pillow.
Bzzzz. Emery stiffened. Blood drained from her face, pupils constricted at the screen of her phone. ‘Emery…?’ She shut her phone with a snap. She rose up, walked over to Robert… and without warning– kicked Robert right in the balls.
Max shot up in shock. ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ She beelined straight to the crumpled figure of Robert. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. ‘Lay down, hey, hey…’ damn it, if only they had an ice pack…. Max half ripped a sleeve off her shirt, rolling it up until it was a tight wad. ‘This will help – a little.’ She placed it under his legs. Frowning, she shot a glare at Emery. ‘Why…’ Max stopped.
Emery backed away, eyes closed. Her hand drew to her pocket where the phone lay.
‘Like a cornered animal,’ Max thought.
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Post by Robert Bullard on Aug 6, 2018 17:28:37 GMT
Robert's eyes went to the wall as a voice was heard speaking through it. He couldn't quite recognize the voice, but deemed it familiar. Figured another student, possibly a friend, stuck in another room. Perhaps the group was trying to get to the one behind the wall. His eyes continued scanning the room, observing as Emery described what was going on to the woman on the other side.
Not much to look at in terms of data gathering, seems like the closer he had gotten to figuring out what had happened to the school- only sent him two steps back, "N-no, it isn't Sig. I think you would know if Sig woke up, it's Robert," She seemed less enthused with his entrance than Max seemed to be. Almost disappoint he wasn't the flamboyant dance machine that was Sig. He could see why, he wasn't exactly their savior. A tall skinny boy with almost little to know physical strength coming to their aid? Unlikely.
"Robert, how did you get here? I didn't see you in the auditorium... I thought you went home," His eyes went back to Emery as he was addressed. Something about the way she had said his full name churned his stomach. But...the lady did ask an appropriate question. One he wish he knew the answer to himself. " I had a mathlete meeting today. I stayed late with a few other people but...I don't remember much. Just...waking up in the hallway with the school looking like this ." He responded, making an attempt to make his little bit of knowledge sound like he had a grip on the situation.
BZZ BZZ
Robert's eyes widened at the familiar sound of a cellphone vibrating. Service? Someone had a working cellphone! His heart swelling as he saw Emery pull out the source of the noise. He almost rejoiced as she looked at the screen, probably reading an emergency alert on her phone. Perfect! They could get more information on the events that had unfolded previously. He was about to ask what the message had said until he noticed her face suddenly lacking color. Oh no.
Before Rob could react, the shorter woman charged in his direction. Her leg lifting and her foot colliding right into his crotch. His chest tightened as pain shot up his body. His bony hands quickly covering his wounded manhood as he dropped to his knees. His legs giving out from under him. As he dropped, his phone fell from his pocket, the screen lit up with a text notification. But, the pain blinded him. For once in his life, he wasn't thinking about his surroundings...statistics...numbers...nothing. All his brain could settle on was the pain between his legs. He couldn't help but let tears fall down his cheek as he crumbled to the ground. Maxine ran to his aid, whispering soothing words and laying a piece of her sleeve between his legs. Not sure what a piece of fabric was going to do for him but it was the thought that counts.
What the hell was on that phone that made her react in such a way
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Post by Peyton Cross on Aug 7, 2018 4:05:04 GMT
"N-no, it isn’t Sig. I think you would know if Sig woke up-“
How the hell would I know that, everything sounds foggy and half of the subtle noises are drowned out by rain. Not even his thick accent could penetrate that.
“It’s Robert,” Emery said.
“Robert?! How many people are in this hell hole anyways!” Peyton cried.
She heard Emery saying somethings to Robert, words once again muffled as a thunderous boom went off outside.
There was a long silence before she heard a male voice cry out in pain and words of shock from Max.
“What happened?” Peyton asked. God, she hated being behind this wall.
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Post by Emery Attiyah on Aug 7, 2018 5:11:24 GMT
Emery opened her eyes when she heard Max go over to Robert, her gaze immediately going to Robert who was in a lot of pain. It made her heart hurt just a little, but she needed to do it. She was told and there was no way she was going to anger whatever sent her that message again. There was just no way, she couldn't, she just couldn't. She took a deep breath, trying to relax herself. She wanted to apologize to Robert, but she didn't know if saying sorry would mean repercussions for her. She had no idea what she could and couldn't do now.
She grabbed her phone, looking at it, waiting to see if she would get another text. Not really noticing that Max was looking at her, she read the text message again. Maybe that will make him hurry the fuck up! She read, her eyes narrowed in confusion. He needed to hurry up? Hurry up with what─
Emery looked up, remembering how she had indeed heard Robert's phone go off. Her eyes went to his phone, seeing how it lit up like it had gotten a message. Was I suppose to get him to fulfill whatever task he was given by kicking him? She asked herself, re-reading the text one more time before she walked on over to his phone to check it. Not really hearing that Peyton had asked what happened.
Emery picked up the phone, looking at it to see that he did indeed got a text. But instead of reading it she moved over to Robert, handing him his phone. "I know you're in pain right now, but you need to do whatever that text tells you to do," She said rather vaguely, not really knowing if she was allowed to do anything else but that. And while she did this, she ignored whatever type of look Max was giving her. Her eyes strictly on Robert, hoping he would do the task he was asked to do. Only then she would feel safe about telling him why she did what she did, why this was going on, and why he needed to do it.
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Post by Robert Bullard on Aug 8, 2018 16:34:55 GMT
His eyes squinted when Emery held up his phone screen to him, giving him a vague explanation on what he was supposed to do. What no apology? To his knowledge....he had done nothing wrong. Or anything to provoke such an attack. Is something he did part of his memory that blacked out? His brow furrowed as he released one hand from his aching manhood, taking his phone.
' Tell Maxine she's cute. '
Really? That was it? Emery, after reading whatever the hell appeared on her phone, seemed to have a more difficult task. Could...the text maybe have forced her to be violent? Were the words she muttered to him true? A consequence would be at hand if they didn't preform whatever the message provided. His stomach heaved as he attempted to brace the pain. His lips parting to reveal the text. But...wait...why couldn't he just show Max the message? Were there rules to this? Was the sender near? Could they see what's happening? Rather lazy with all these...loopholes.
" I don't think my message is appropriate for the situation." That much was true. But he was just reading the message...how could she know if what he said was true or not? He's just...reading the text provided. Should he do it? How bad are these consequences? His mind scrambled for various solutions and probabilities before glancing at the woman next to him and holding the screen to her.
" This message is telling me to tell you you're cute. Which, I guess is true. You are cute. " Was that suffice? What more did he need to do? The text wasn't exactly specific. He lowered his gaze to Maxine's hand who was still holding the cloth in place. He sucked in his lower lip before placing his hand on her's, pushing it away from between his legs gently. " I appreciate your help...but I'd rather not have a lady with her hand between my legs while I compliment her. "
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Post by Maxine Evans on Aug 9, 2018 4:22:26 GMT
Robert glanced away, hesitation on his face. 'I don't think my message is appropriate for the situation.' With a wince, Robert turned the phone around. She expected a similar text to Em's - 'Punch her in the boob','Throw a cockroach down her shirt', hell, ' Give her a hickey'. Something that would make Robert hesitate like he was now. Max began to suspect that whoever sent the messages might have been the same entity that screamed in her ear, telling her she was nothing - no, that was insane, it was clearly her own head - but it didn't sound like her. The voice had been cold - metallic. With a sigh, she looked at the phone. She tensed. Moment of truth. Whatever she expected - that wasn't it. She cocked her head. She couldn't help but notice the image of a doe-eyed magical girl on his mobile wallpaper. Not a surprise really. Lux - well, the guy had good taste at least. Robert bit his lower lip, and with a gentle push moved her hand away from his legs. 'I appreciate your help... but I'd rather not have a lady with her hand between my legs while I compliment her.' Max gave a small chuckle. 'Oh trust me - I'm not that easy.' She scooted away, standing up to dust herself and give him space. ' Keep the wad there - we don't have an ice pack, but it should help with any swelling. Be lucky you weren't not like my mate Rick - fell on a street pipe once...' What else could be said? What had the texter expected? For her to blush and swoon? Be flattered? It felt like a negging attempt - bring you down, make it seem you're worthless... then compliment. Make you feel approved. Nuh-uh. She knew who she was. And she wasn't that kind of girl. 'And - no worries. I already knew that,' she winked.
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