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Post by Naomi Smith on Jul 27, 2018 19:01:45 GMT
Eyes opened. Different room.
"What the hell?" she said out loud. This was not hallway, and computer lab wasn't next to teacher's lounge - it was at the other side of this floor. All she remembered was a faint white noice inside her head which made her a little dizzy - but not THIS dizzy. "Pidge, would you please --" she started and turned around to see that the others weren't with her anymore. Naomi was just surrounded by broken chairs and computer displays. She could see how the dust danced in the air, thanks to little light rays coming from the windows.
'I guess there's no point to try to open the window, it didn't work at the last place either...' she sighted. Naomi leaned on one of the tables and tried to call her "ex-team members". She was still too afraid to move around the room alone.
"Pidge? Esmeralda? Zak? Al? Riley? Rebecca?"
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"Anyone, please?"
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Post by Rebecca Rolfe on Jul 27, 2018 22:14:00 GMT
Rebecca's breathing was shallow, her eyes bloodshot..tired, exhausted ...her wound on her hand seemed to be driving her nuts, she squirmed throughout her sleep, wasn't able to open her self to the thought that she might've left it unattended. "I'..I'm Here..''she'd say softly sitting up...her now short hair resting on her chin gently, she rubbed her back and neck, in pain. "I feel I got hit by a damned truck.''she'd eye the direction Naomi's voice came from."Are you okay?" she'd wonder, looking about. Those hazel eyes she held scanning, seeking out the light." I don't know who else is here.. Zak? Pidge? anyone else?"she'd try, to scoot over to Naomi.
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Post by Tara Macfly on Jul 27, 2018 22:29:43 GMT
When she was about to left the entrance hall Tara was near another locker and saw inside it an apple. Tara took it. She would give it to Chris. God only knows when was the last time they ate. Of course it will not heal Chris from her friend's death but it would help him feeling a little better.
"Chris" Tara was about to yell after her friend who went in the plaza direction. But then she heard faint white noise and began to feel dizzy. And when she opened her eyes in the other room, she was not in the plaza but in a room with computers probably the computer lab. How could she have deplaced like that ?
"The hell ?" She said and her thought was echoed by another person in the room. Tara still couldn't see nothing from where she was, but from the voice it was a feminine one and she wasn't any of the girls who were with her. The girl had reddish hair from what she saw.
"Who are you ?" Tara slowly prudently retreated from this unknown person. This was probably another student like for dee but Tara couldn't forget about the texts, her, chris peyton and andrei received and that the mysterious sender was probably in the school too.
"Pidge? Esmeralda? Zak? Al? Riley? Rebecca" the person asked. Tara knew the names. It was probably a student. She relaxed a little but was still mistrustful.
So this person was with these people ? They were alive then it reassured Tara but it caused so much questions who have only scarring responses.
Then another person made know that she was here. Tara recognised Becca's voice.
But how could these people be here with her in the computer lab ?
"Sorry but does any of you know what is happening ?" Tara asked trying to stay calm. Wich was rather difficult with the previous evenments. "I was in the entrance hall and I went to the plaza to find my friend. How did I end up in the computer lab with you. And I'm sure neither of you where in my group".
More the time passed, The more the situation was becoming weird and scaring. What was happening damn it ? How could a normal person could do that ? She didn't really trust into surnatural but she had to admit this possibility.
"Sorry for my agressivity" she added towards the girl "it's not your fault. It's just a lot of things happened"
All the previous memories repeated again and again. Amanda's death, kairi's, andrei's, snooty's letter. But now another worries were added to tara. Where were Chris, dee dee, Naya, Peyton, Misha and Naveen?
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Post by Cameron Nelson on Jul 28, 2018 8:39:25 GMT
«……."Pidge?..... Esmeralda? …...Zak? Al? Riley?..... Rebecca?"....»
Ugh… my head! As his head screamed that, it only amplified the pain. Causing him to wince as his body was transfixed to the ground. He swore, being hungover wasn’t this bad. From experience, it felt much better in comparison to this. Whatever it was, weird noises in his ear. Almost static, weird… He was barely able to open his eyes.
Also, from what he could make out of what the female voice was saying. She probably has no clue about Dawn… Also, why was she saying all those names to begin with? Were they friends of hers or something?
«…..."Anyone, please?".....»
He moaned in pain, barely able to sit up, his hand on his head as he said. “Would I classify as anyone?” He said jokingly, it was more grim than lighthearted to say the least. He then heard some other female voice saying ‘I’m here…’ More as if his head could barely make out words. He slowly gripped the ground, on all fours before forcing himself up he put one leg forward to keep his balance, his hands clenched into fists as he started to blink.
-"Sorry for my aggressivity" "it's not your fault. It's just a lot of things happened"
His head savoured the last sentence. He finally stood up, his eyes getting some sense of clarity as he noticed, some ginger girl with a ponytail, a tanned girl with dark hair, some other ginger. Cute. He rolled his eyes, his hand placed on his forehead as he massaged the temple of it. “A lot?” He folded his arms, giving a blank stare to where the voice was coming from, the room toppling and moving to another room all of a sudden should be it, right? He looked across the room, lack of light. He eventually made out that it was the computer room, wasn’t there some way he could send something? But, it was more as if the computers were beyond repairs. «fucking hell» “Such as?” He said, a while after.
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Post by Something on Jul 28, 2018 14:32:35 GMT
Rebecca received a message from unknown number:
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Post by Rebecca Rolfe on Jul 28, 2018 16:26:18 GMT
Rebecca felt her phone buzz, her eyes looked at it, the last time this happened Esmerelda got hurt.. her cheeks turned a bright pink at the notion, she looked down at her chest...she was endowed, for a senior. ..her eyes looked all over shifty as she blinked, trying to turn her flashlight on her phone, fumbling with it."U..uh..Cameron? I suppose?''she'd ask, gently tapping him when she found him.S something did not specifically, tell her how to ask; "I..have a slight wound here and there.. on my uh..chest.. could you check it out?" she'd wonder, trying to word it so he didn't freak...she unbuttoned her shirt; luckily covered by a sports bra...she wondered if something would want it bare or not? Rebecca had a slimmer athletic form due to playing Cheer and Tennis.the waistline showed some growing abs, though due to lack of sunlight she was starting to get pale. "Something" confused Rebecca, why Cameron? she barely knew him..he was cute, but he was out of her leauge, it seemed. Her eyes looked down for a little bit, she hoped she survived this...she wanted a family, one she could raise....she pictured what kids might look like, using Cameron 's features as an example, then shook her head of the thought. the black haired Egyptian line would not die out with her, she thought. ..though if she did not find food, it might.
"Has anyone found a place where we can get food?" her shirt remained unbuttoned, she took it off, for now, the white school shirt was too hot for her. She had her sports bra after all...she wondered if she did it right...her color did start returning as she had been overheating, she could only spend so long in that white button shirt! Seven hours was enough. "I guess we don't need our uniforms currently.''she'd try to joke.
A Sports bra and a schoolgirl skirt; she wondered if that was enough...her shoes lightly tapped against the other, as she waited for Cam's response.
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Post by Tara Macfly on Jul 29, 2018 19:40:44 GMT
"A lot ? Such as ?" An other voice asked. Tara returned towards this person. She could tell it was a blond guy. She didn't recognize the voice. She looked at the room and saw no other people. So they were four.
The question made Tara return back to moments ago -she didn't know how many times had passed since then. She didnnt have notion of time anymore- when Naya asked her and Chris a similar question. At this moment, she just saw Amanda dying and she thought that nothing worse could happen. Oh god she was so wrong. Now Amanda, ellie, kairi and andrei were dead. Snooty probably was too. But she prefered to not think that right now. And weird texts were send to them.
She had the same dilema than before. Should she tell these new people about it ? With the risk to bring them down ?
Yes she will. Even if it was hard for her. She should at least prevent them of the danger of the texts. With what happened to Andrei.
But before she could answer the boy, one of the girl, becca she thought went towards him asking him to look for a wound.
"Oh my god Becca are you okay ?" Tara asked worried forgetting for the moment the boy's question.
Tara approached from the girl to see better. Weird it didn't seem she had any injuries for what she saw.
Tara saw a phone in becca's hand. Could it be... ? A wave of panick went through her. She needed to tell the others.
"When the earthtake happened I was in the entrance hall. Amanda died" she finally answered her voice trembling. She still couldn't accept that the sweet girl ended her life. "And then i woke up with seven others people. Two of them died. Kairi and Andrei." She supressed a sob. She promised herself no more break down. She needed to stay strong. "And weird texts were send to us, when there is no connection. They dared us to do weird things and Andrei died probably because of one of them. So if you have one of them beware". She warned.
She sighed not knowing what to do now. Should she go to the others accessible rooms to try to find chris and the others ? Something tell her that she would not find them but she couldn't rest here and do nothing ! She needed to find them and be sure they were fine.
"Please let them be fine"she prayed silently trying to be positive. Wich was hard with anything that happened.
Anyway now they will not do the same errors. Whathever She will do she will stay with these people.
"What about you all ? What happened to you ? And can you all tell me your names please ? I just know that becca is here I recognized her voice" She asked. "I'm sorry but i lost my glasses in the fall and I hardly see anymore"
Tara should really find a solution with her glasses problems soon. It was a serioud handicap in their situation. She couldn't burden one of them to be her blind guid. Maybe there was some glasses in the room or something who could help.
[Off-post : Tara made a perception check]
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Post by Administrator on Jul 30, 2018 17:29:39 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 7 Success; you found a clue!
Success! Nearby one of the printers Tara's found a spectacle case with a pair of glasses and a tiny crumpled note hid inside it. The glasses were rectangular with a stylish thin black frame. The note was written in two handwritings and it said: [p.s. I'm sorry that I missed your post, hun Q,Q]
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Post by Naomi Smith on Aug 1, 2018 22:17:17 GMT
Soon enough Naomi noticed luckily she wasn't alone in computer lab. She heard a familiar voice saying: "I-I'm here...". Naomi regonized this voice belonged to Rebecca, so would the others be here also with them? Rebecca asked if she was okay, and Naomi gave her positive answer. "I don't know who else is here.. Zak? Pidge? Anyone else?" Rebecca tried to call the others. Soon enough they found each other.
“Would I classify as anyone?” a male voice answered which made Naomi wonder who this might be. Quite tall handsome blonde man came from the shadows and dust, whom was Cameron, a boy who wasn't the official member of the drama club, but since he was friends with Elisabeth, he offered his help from time to time. Also a ginger haired girl found her way to them and asked kinda rudely who were they. "Sorry but does any of you know what is happening?" the ginger girl asked from them. Naomi started to remember who this ginger was. She was from drama club also, but Naomi hadn't worked with her much. "I was in the entrance hall and I went to the plaza to find my friend. How did I end up in the computer lab with you. And I'm sure neither of you where in my group".
"Well you aren't alone with your experience. I was trying to get in hallway, but suddenly I felt really dizzy and next thing I knew I was here - in the computer lab with you guys." Naomi told her. Ginger apologized later about being aggressive, but it was understandable since the whole situation was really weird. Soon, the whole group paid attention to Rebecca, since she asked Cameron to take look at her scars which seemed normal until Rebecca started to undress herself. Naomi couldn't paid attention any longer to Rebecca's doings because ginger had decided to tell everything what happened with her ex-group. Her voice echoed fear and panic.
"When the earthquake happened I was in the entrance hall. Amanda died..." she started. Naomi let out a sigh, a worrying one, "Poor girl..." Two other people had died too, Kairi and Andrei. "And weird texts were send to us, when there is no connection. They dared us to do weird things and Andrei died probably because of one of them. So if you have one of them beware". Naomi was sickened, people actually died because of this shit? Who the fuck was playing with them and why? Sure, if someone had revenge on one people but the whole school, or just a drama club alone - yikes. "What about you all? What happened to you? And can you all tell me your names please?" ginger asked. Since she mentioned the texts, Naomi remembered Esmeralda's text message and decided to share her information.
"I saw one of those messages too. It was sent by anonymous to Esmeralda and it commanded her to stab Mrs. Truman with a knife. Of course she didn't do it, but everything went nuts after she declined to" Naomi started to told what had happened at the teacher's lounge. "Mrs. Truman started to scream and beg for something or someone not to hurt us, and she stabbed herself... It was awful to watch. We tried to help her after the accident, but now I'm not sure if she survived." It felt horrible to iterate what had happened because Naomi still remembered clearly and the feelings it made her feel. Since other also had received these text messages, it seemed that no one was safe. "And oh yes, I'm Naomi - the leader of the tech team of our club. I think I haven't worked with you much before, but let's do our best now, shall we?" she started to fake her happiness again with a smile on her face - even though she was scared as hell. "And talking about our club: Cameron, why the hell are you here at school? You're not even official member of the club - it's bizarre to think you were hanging around here..." she turned to take a good look at Cameron and waited for his answer.
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Post by Cameron Nelson on Aug 2, 2018 7:37:04 GMT
He was perplexed to say the least, to his luck; the static noise from his head, subsided. «Hallelujah» He sighed slightly, as he tries to focus onto who were stuck with him. For what it’s worth, he hoped they weren’t actually hurt. Folding his arms, he lead of a rather sharp look at the ginger girl with his arms folded. In that moment, he forgot his shoulder being tapped until he heard-
"Oh my god Becca are you okay?"
“Becca wh-” He immediately noticed the somewhat tanned girl without her shirt on, he immediately just raised an eyebrow. Sure he would be lying that the weird element of surprise just made him a little more flustered than usual. He frowned slightly, she seemed alright. Nothing too off. He coughed, “Hello?” He frowned for a moment before sighing. “Too hot for ya’?” He said rather nonchalantly to her, by ‘too hot’. He meant the shirt.
"When the earthtake happened I was in the entrance hall. Amanda died." "And then I woke up with seven others people. Two of them died. Kairi and Andrei."
He glared at her, not accusingly. Just annoyance, his look eventually eased off as he massaged his head and looked down at the floor. Death; one of the things he’d back away from. Either he was pathetic and had his guilt complex come on by and hit him where it hurt the most, or he was at a genuine loss of words and just wanted to make sure that the people who were affected could just feel a bit better. As if that’s my place. He probably didn’t have a the right to judge how someone reacted after death. I sure did swell. He rolled his eyes, sighing.
"And weird texts were send to us, when there is no connection. They dared us to do weird things and Andrei died probably because of one of them. So if you have one of them beware"
He immediately gave Becca sharp look before looking back at the rest of them, “You don’t say...” He said softly, maybe that could explain Becca’s odd tendency? It certainly wasn’t practical to do what she just did when the room could shake and topple at any moment. Give and take if we make it out alive. Because he now had to worry about dying. «Great~» If he wasn’t sarcastic then? He’d probably wouldn’t know when he was.
"What about you all? What happened to you? And can you all tell me your names please? I just know that becca is here I recognized her voice."- "I saw one of those messages too. It was sent by anonymous to Esmeralda and it commanded her to stab Mrs. Truman with a knife." He stared at Naomi, his pupils suddenly as his skin paled up slightly as he could only mutter, “Messaged what?! Sorry, sorry but...” He was speechless, utterly speechless as to what was going on. "Of course she didn't do it, but everything went nuts after she declined to" - "Mrs. Truman started to scream and beg for something or someone not to hurt us, and she stabbed herself...-" He blocked the rest, death just didn’t go well with him. All he could feel was his chest swelling, his skin growing pale as he tried to just carefully calm himself down after that. «What in the actual fuck did I sign up for?» Now he was hoping his sister was okay, because if she came out to look for him. Someone was going to have a fucking good time in a grave, that anonymous little basted. He frowned and took a moment to turn his head away and look across the room to distract himself. "-but let's do our best now, shall we?"
“As best as the chance of death and murder can give up.” He said in a grimly satirical manner, as he looked over to Tara as she said:
"I'm sorry but I lost my glasses in the fall and I hardly see anymore"
He sighed, maybe he could- “Well, if you need any help getting around-” He looked around the room, noticing the holes, damaged computers and bits of the walls and ceiling over the floor. “-this place, just call out.” That felt out of place for him, let’s just say he was more or less scared of helping people out of fear that he’d mess up doing so. Especially when «this» was what they had to deal with.
"And talking about our club: Cameron, why the hell are you here at school? You're not even official member of the club - it's bizarre to think you were hanging around here..."
He frowned, He didn’t want to dwell on as to why he came to school on a freaking Sunday, above all days. “Not quite as bizarre as what you just said.” He said jokingly, as he gripped his wrist. “I know, I was just here for....” what to say? “No reason, just bored.” He said blankly. He sighed for a moment and looked over at Tara, noticing a printer as he fallowed behind her, watching his step but his underlying motivation just checking on her being okay, he looked over at the spectacle case. “That’s convenient...” He frowned thinking, «too convenient» But if it’s helped getting Tara, he was more than happy to oblige, considering it would at least help her to see. He opened the case, taking out the glasses and gently putting them on Tara, “Can you see?” He said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the crumpled note.
[Hey, I think you and Amalthea look cute together. Fuck off, weirdo! I have a girlfriend!]
He looked at it, frowning. What the hell? He glared at it.
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Post by Rebecca Rolfe on Aug 3, 2018 16:31:10 GMT
Cameron's reaction was expected; Rebecca mouthed "I am Sorry.'' she'd frown...she wondered if something could read lips? ..than she froze... her eyes widen at the death news... and then she heard Andrei's name."No no no no no no...No!" shouted Becca with the last no, she stood up and paced like a cage rat. She'd never get to say sorry to Andrei. never get to see Amanda smile again. ..she had made Andrei so uncomfortable it seemed, or so she thought...she had wanted to make it right....Rebecca ran out of the room, after not even wondering if the door was unlocked...she headed straight to the class room next door, she needed to breath. ...her head being held as she tried to block any noise out.She tried staying sane...it all-most was as if Becca body slammed that door, she was a hefty lady after all, not big boned, just athletic...the woman could break things if she tried...but she was too sensitive; too nice. "Why are we stuck here?" thought Rebecca out loud...she did not expect a response,if there would be one ....
she'd eye the chalk board near by, snapped in two, but stared at it...she wondered if any one was going after her.No, they don't care..All they see me as is whiny; stuck up annoyingly, mind you,and crazy.
Tara seemed to care, but Tara was sweet like that....as did Zak, but.. her Mother would frown upon it...Becca hugged her knees, clutching the nearest thing with her other arm, to breath.
Calm down... it'll turn out some how.
okay....so a few deaths..maybe more...
need to figure out a code or some illusion trick something can't see...can't read lips is one thing; perhaps ? she'd go back on her thought.
She was now determined to fight this.
Rebecca was smarter than they pegged her for, may-hap's she'd be a better Scientist or some-thing than a model; looks aren't everything....great hair is but she'd done cut it. ...she was changing slowly through this , becoming more aware...she tried to remember science.cause, effect, and the actions taken to defeat the cause.
newtons law? ...motion.. every motion they did had an effect, a cause was causing it but it would be the mysterious person on their phone... her eyebrows crisscrossed; she wished she had chalk. or a pen... well, she did have her phone.. could she open the note app? she'd eye her phone, it was still good as she had charged it before all of this..but was slowly ticking away.
I am not going to die..not with out succeeding in my goals. thought Rebecca.
her heart rate slowed as she took a deep breath...Newtons law, Newtons law.. how to put action towards reaction .. and where were the others?
bait? perhaps?
hrm...
that'd be playing into his game, or hers.
she'd arch an eyebrow. it takes two to tango, something...
Click.
whilst thinking Rebecca had found her app working;
The Newtons law effect of motion puts Cause and effect into play; she'd begin ... each Motion given gains an effect or cause that one succeeds or doesn't.... except; death which has no cause or effect just one single road. What was that one movie she'd been scared of?
Oh.. Final Destination; they were playing similar games it seems, with Death... on their door step.
the movie used Cause & Effect as well as Newtons Law; to create... a path for death to follow.....pathway?
Was Something a pawn?
may-haps he or she was being controlled.
(erases the last line.)
There has to be a way out, but first they needed to figure out WHO this was...some sick idiot controlling things.Pidge! Pidge was the smartest girl here to her, she needed her.
Dammit where is Pidge?
she put the phone down and saved the work for right now.
Rebecca's head swirled , gently....with her idea 's of cause and effect, newtons... something had wifi, a signal...that was attached too they're phones, and had been sending them texts.. there had to be a hidden wifi somewhere...And with that Becca closed her eyes for a second, to relax more.
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Post by Tara Macfly on Aug 3, 2018 16:55:08 GMT
"Well you aren't alone with your experience. I was trying to get in hallway, but suddenly I felt really dizzy and next thing I knew I was here - in the computer lab with you guys." the girl with reddish hair told Tara. Tara felt ashamed. Sometimes she was too much in her head and only thought about herself. Even more in panicking moments. Of course she wasn't the only one having hard times. All the tudents had. She hated even more having be rude with the others.
"I saw one of those messages too." The girl continued. Tara's heart stopped to beat for a moment. So not only the people in their groups had these texts ? "It was sent by anonymous to Esmeralda and it commanded her to stab Mrs. Truman with a knife. Of course she didn't do it, but everything went nuts after she declined to. Mrs. Truman started to scream and beg for something or someone not to hurt us, and she stabbed herself... It was awful to watch. We tried to help her after the accident, but now I'm not sure if she survived."
Tara became pale. And fighted hard not to have a panick attack after this story. This person could not only see them, control the phone connection, but also control them ? It made her knowing that potentially she could hurt herself or worse others because someone had control over her body. And it happened because Esme didn't want to murder someone ? But why someone would want to do that ? It was so sick, horrible, so... she didn't even have words. Why ? And she was so scared when this person dared her to tell about her crush to everyone. What a joke ! This was a dare we did at junior school. Now it was murder. First peyton, then Esme. And who know how many others. Maybe Chris. He received a text apparently and he was so scared. What was his dare ? What happened to him when he didn't do it ? And what would happen if tara received a similar dare ? Of course she would never kill anyone but what if this person controled her to kill somebody. She couldn't bare this thought it made her want to vomit.
"And oh yes, I'm Naomi - the leader of the tech team of our club." The girl answered her previous question. Tara tried to regain composure. She wanted to laugh. How many times now had she made the promise not to panick and do it anyway ? Too much. Now she should stop thinking about this horrible eventuality. She hadn't had any new messages since a moment and wasn't in hurry to have another. She would worry when the moment came.
She focused now her attention entirely on the girl who was talking to her-Naomi. The name was familiar. Definitly from drama club. "I think I haven't worked with you much before, but let's do our best now, shall we?" Naomi continued.
"I'm tara. Sorry that we talked in such circontances" she laughed a little nervously and smiled sweetly to the girl. "Of course we will help each other now" she said trying to sound positive.
"About the texts if anyone had a new one please tell it immediatly to the others. We should be wary of these" she prevent.
“Well, if you need any help getting around-this place, just call out.” the boy in the room proposed to her after she talked about her eyesight problem.
"Oh thank you" Tara smiled gently. It was always sweet to see someone wanting to help others in situation like this. "but i don't want to be a bother. I will try to find something" she told returning to her researchs. "And what's your name ?" She asked
"And talking about our club" continued Naomi "Cameron, why the hell are you here at school? You're not even official member of the club - it's bizarre to think you were hanging around here..." oh so the boy's name was cameron. Wait a minute... wasn't it lizzie's old friend ? They weren't really friends anymore but tara didn't really knew why and hadn't wanted to press the subject on her new friend. Too afraid to lose her.
"Not quite as bizarre as what you just said.” cameron said “I know, I was just here for....No reason, just bored.”
Tara frowned at this answer. It was clearly a lie. Why wouldn't he tell the truth ? Could it be... was it him who send those texts ?
Well there were a lot of others reasons why he didn't tell the truth. But he could be. In fact Naomi or becca could be this person. Everybody could be it.
The only person she trusted at 100% was chris and she wasn't with him anymore.
Well she didn't have really choice. She couldn't do this alone. She needed to trust them for now.
Tara returned to her research of glasses to try to supress these negative thougths.
But she find nothing. What did she expect really ?
She came around the printers Nearby one of them she found a spectacle case with a pair of glasses and a tiny crumpled note hid inside it. She couldn't trust her luck. She had search for glasses because she needed some but she didn't expect at all to find something. Luck was on her side this time.
Before she opened the case, cameron did and took out the glasses and gently putt them on Tara, “Can you see?” He asked.
Even if she had decided to trust the boy for now, tara wasn't really comfortable with him. But right now she didn't care. She only focused of her 'ew eyesight. Of course it was not perfect. It would have been too much coincidence if she had found the glasses for her eyesight. But she could clearly see her surroundings now. It felt good to not see the world blurred for once. And more important she could walk alone and not be a burdain anymore to others. She took look at her surroundings noting all the possible dangers of the room. And also looked at the people with her. She could have a clear face on these names now.
"Yes I can see, it feel so good" she answered kindly the boy, forgetting her mistrust for the moment "thank you for your help cameron"
With the glasses was a little piece of paper. Even if she probably shouldn't, they had others things to do, but she read the note. She didn't have to put her face close to the paper anymore to read clearly the message. It was composed by two writings.
Hey, I think you and Amalthea look cute together.
Fuck off, weirdo! I have a girlfriend!
Tara winced at the rudeness of the second message. Weirdo was an insult she knew too well unfortunately. She felt some sympathy for the first writer. She wondered who they were ?if they were fine ?
Tara shook her head. She needed to stop analyzing messages from strangers. They didn't have time for that.
Well for the last text. It wasn't from a stranger but from snooty she was sure of it. The words from the paper cme back to her, haunting her again. "I'm so sorry, Tara."
"Calm down tara, don't think about it. Snooty is fine and when you will leave this place you will message her and tell her all about this crazy story and she will answer you back"
She was Delusional she knew it but she needed to be for now.
She read the message again to find some clues. The only clue was this name Amalthea but she didn't knew any girl named like that.
She took the paper and put it in her pocket. Normally she would have put it back where it was but she had the weird feeling it was important.
She remarked that cameron had also read the message, he seemed perplexed by it. Does he had the feeling that it could be important too ? She smiled gently to him and get up to adress all her comrades.
"So... I don't think there is others things who can help us here. I propose to maybe go to others rooms to see if we find furnitures, a way to go of here, some others students, anything. Just we should not..." she was about to say separate but she was interrupted by becca saying no, frantically.
"Becca calm down" tara tried to tell the girl when mentally cursing herself. Becca was probably freaking out about all the death. She really should have shut up about it and just talk bout the texts. Why was she so idiot ?"We will leave this place and find the others"
But becca ran away from her and the computer lab before she could do anything else.
"Well for staying together I think it's fail" tara thought sarcastically.
"We should go after her, to calm her down and make sure she doesn't hurt herself." Tara told Naomi and cameron who were still with her.
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Post by Naomi Smith on Aug 6, 2018 17:45:33 GMT
"I'm Tara." the ginger finally introduced herself to Naomi. 'Ahh, right, Tara was her name...' Naomi remembered her even better now. "Of course we will help each other now" Tara said, clearly trying to sound positive, but Cameron ruined it by saying: "As best as the chance of death and murder can give up."
He was sarcastic, but she couldn't blame him for joke because she does that all the time too. Tara returned to the text message topic. "About the texts if anyone had a new one, please tell it immediately to the others. We should be wary of these!" she proposed.
Naomi nodded to this, "Yes. I agree. It seems that the sender doesn't care if we show the messages to others if we do what it says. Of course I have seen the consequences IF you don't do what the text says..." Naomi agreed, but reminded about the negative points.
Tara went to look for new pair of glasses with a help of Cameron. While helping her, he answered to Naomi's question. "Not quite as bizarre as what you just said. I know, I was just here for... no reason, just bored." he said.
Naomi wasn't sure if she would believe that or not because who would hang out at school when it was Sunday unless you had special meet ups with clubs. But maybe he had his reasons, maybe he was really bored. Or maybe... The more and more she thought about Cameron's mystery appearance, she became wary. What if Cameron was the evil mind behind of all of this...? It could kinda explain why he was at school. 'But Cameron being a cold murderer... I don't know...' she wondered.
While she was having her train of thoughts they had found a new pair of glasses for Tara. "Yes, I can see. It feels so good..." she said, "Thank you for your help Cameron."
"So... I don't think there is others things who can help us here. I propose to maybe go to others rooms to see if we find furnitures, a way to go of here, some others students, anything. Just we should not..." Tara started but was interrupted by Rebecca.
"No no no no no no...No!" Rebecca shouted. Naomi could understand, it felt kinda impossible that any of their friends or school staff would be dead because of some psychopath. When Rebecca started to ran out of the room, Naomi tried to grab her by the arm, but failed. She wanted to go after her right away, but it wasn't wise alone. The atmosphere felt awkward after Rebecca was gone - everyone seemed to be surprised by her actions.
"We should go after her, to calm her down and make sure she doesn't hurt herself." Tara proposed, it seemed a good idea.
"Sure, I don't think we'll find anything useful from here. Shall we?" Naomi walked closer to the door.
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Post by Cameron Nelson on Aug 6, 2018 18:28:14 GMT
"Yes I can see, it feels so good..."
He smiled, it was rather a pleasant dose of glee in the back of his mind, it was just a reassuring dose of minute euphoria. He chuckled a bit and said, “I’m sure it’s better than otherwise.” He said, giving a small smile as he looked at the note for a minute. Than imagined Rebecca who took her shirt off and than the note, his head eventually thought on just how «impractical» What She’s did was. She wouldn’t have done that, otherwise. Right? He shook his head at the thought... But it still stuck that this person thought. Amalthea and whoever were cute and.. Whatever Rebecca did. «Getting waaay outa your head» now he felt like Elizabeth and her head making theories. «sigh»
"So... I don't think there is others things who can help us here. I propose to maybe go to others rooms to see if we find furniture, a way to go of here, some others students, anything. Just we should not..."
He looked at her take the paper, he wasn’t sure what it meant. Also, why was it with a pair of glasses as well? Odd placement, for now he let Tara have the paper. He nodded, it wasn’t practical to stay and than test his luck as to what he could find in this hell-of-a-place. “I suppose, there isn’t much of a chance we’d fin-” Than Rebecca said, rather abruptly.
-"No no no no no no...No!"
What the he-!? Calm down, calm down. He breathed in and out, watching Naomi trying to stop Rebecca from leaving but to no avail. He wasn’t in the mood of handling anyone at the moment; he didn’t want anyone to get hurt, lord forbid lost «here» Especially with the room toppling, people dying, weird texts and so on. He frowned, about to walk out the door to check before Tara read his mind:
“We should go after her to calm her down and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”
Great, I won’t look weird for.... Trying to make sure she was «okay». God, it was weird thinking like that. Maybe the high stakes just made him awfully flushed at the prospect. His somewhat existent glare subsided to a small smile, his arms folded.
"Sure, I don't think we'll find anything useful from here. Shall we?"
He chuckled, well. Him and Tara found a note that was coincidentally near the pair of glasses. Which was strange and their may have been more to it, for now it was best not to make too many claims. More evidence; the merrier. So they could get a «clue». He smiled, walking towards the door and politely aiming his hand to the hallway. “You two lovely ladies can have the honor of existing this hell-of-a-Room first~” He said in a teasingly exaggerative voice as he gave a teasing mock-bow as he kept the door open.
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Post by Rebecca Rolfe on Aug 6, 2018 20:49:38 GMT
Rebecca heard footsteps, wondering who was behind her, her eyes glancing about...she needed chalk, something to write with..anything.. she had to write her thoughts down. a note; for the next person to find it. ..she'd bend over a table in the room, her skirt scooting up a bit farther than intended, but she didn't know they were headed for her. she dug around, looking for anything she could write with, or find. her now short hair rested on her neck and pushed forward. ..the skirt showed how toned her legs were, due to Tennis.. she had a few scratches, but they were from racket misses and falling...she'd glance about trying to find anything now; what was useful? broken chairs, broken tables.. something had to be there she could use!
"UGH!" was echoed in the room as she moved to the nearer desk, crawling over it. her frame disappearing under it, though people could see her shoes! "Something anything ..come on.''she'd say going through scattered broken things.
trying to be careful of glass, she still had that wound.
though her body had started to naturally heal it...
She had been concerned about the wound more than ever now, she was actually hoping the next room for them would be the nurses' station.
"Fat Chance.''thought Rebecca out loud, as she searched.
((Becca made a Perception check!))
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