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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Aug 1, 2018 1:01:58 GMT
It became apparent very soon that Alex wouldn’t be able to walk much.
Not that there was ever any doubt, really.
She let go of the man’s full weight in the nearest chair with a muffled “uff”, almost falling over him as she did. Awkwardly, she moved back up, shooting the man the apologetic glance she owed him. This had probably hurt a bit, but there was just so long she could carry on a man taller than her… Even more with both of her arms hurting. She scrubbed her hands together, as if that would do them any good. The left one’s wrist was starting to bruise; the right one’s fingers hurt from the clumsy half-assed panicked excuse for a punch she’d just given, broken nose or not. Her only comfort right now, was the memory of wishing she could give Ryan a taste of his own medicine. They still weren’t even (CERTAINLY not), but it was a small victory.
As she felt her beaten self, her eyes went back up to Alex. The trip, however short, hadn’t been kind on him, and for that she was sorry. But at the same time… – What the hell were you thinking? – her reprimand came so out of nowhere and loud, she surprised even herself. – Letting yourself get hurt for something so stupid? Really?
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Aug 1, 2018 3:52:01 GMT
Clutching the juice box in his hand, Al followed Misha inside the famed 'Maverick Celebrity Status' meeting hall and allowed her walk him towards one of the chairs, coughing a little as they did so. The trip down was an awkward one considering he had barely any strength left at this point and his body was pleading at them to stop, and as she let his weight fall into the chair, it nearly sent the both of them on top of each other if it wasn't for Misha stopping herself just short of him so that her body was now leaning over his, saving a somewhat painful force from hitting him again.
Grunting a little from the impact of the chair, Al glanced up as he shifted his body to get into a better position, only to freeze slightly as his brown irises suddenly met her copper ones. Despite the pain shooting through his arms, he couldn't help but be extremely aware of how close they were to each other and he felt his face heat up slightly as she shot him an awkward yet apologetic glance, to which he immediately returned with one of his own.
"Sorry," he breathed out in a hoarse apology, only to have his reaction quickly hid when he was forced to cough in an attempt to counteract the weak air in his lungs - something to which he couldn't help but feel a small hint of relief for as positioned himself the best he could in the chair. His attention was immediately grabbed, however, as he glanced down at the redhead's wrists while she scrubbed them, noticing the faint darkening on the skin of her left hand.
The sight instantly made him frown and his brown eyes slowly traveled up towards her face, silently asking her how she was. He wasn't all that shocked by Ryan's reaction; he had been afraid of something like that happening since his 'run-in' with the guy back in the auditorium. But what he was frustrated by was that he had been too weak to step in and stop it, and he couldn't help but inwardly curse at himself for it. Though it didn't diminish the anger he felt towards Ryan for lashing out at Misha like that - especially for physically bruising her cause of it. Fucking asshole, he inwardly spat as he glanced down at the juice box in his hand, turning it slightly as his brows furrowed.
He was really going to kick that guy's ass now.
Pulling off the straw connected to the box, Al stuck it through the hole and brought it to his lips, fighting against the urge to cough as he took a sip and forced it down his throat. The orange juice had definitely sat for a little bit and was a little warm, but considering how parched and shredded-paper-like his throat was right now--not to mention the awful taste in his mouth anyway--it was a welcome relief that was already proving to help just from the first couple sips. Though he wasn't allowed to revel in the quick-medicine long before he suddenly heard Misha's voice shout loudly towards him, causing him to immediately jump slightly in surprise.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she demanded, the ravenhaired meeting her eyes in a look of both shock and mild confusion. "Letting yourself get hurt for something so stupid? Really?"
At her last words, Al's lips lowered into a frown, his brows furrowing slightly in annoyance and frustration as he realized what she was getting at. "What? You saying I should have listened to that bastard and slapped your ass?" he snapped back, feeling both confused by her accusation and too exhausted to even care at this point as to how his tone sounded or whether or not she could even hear all of what he was saying. "Sorry for respecting my best friend's boundaries. Didn't get the memo stating unwanted ass grabs were an okay thing now. Was too busy being strangled to receive it."
He scowled over at her before turning away in an annoyed huff, bringing the juice box back to his lips. Of all the fucking, ungrateful... he began to mutter inwardly as he forced the liquid down his throat. He was too tired for this, in too much in pain... and his throat was practically depleted at this point from all the yelling he had attempted at Ryan earlier to even talk back. Was she seriously saying he was supposed to just do what that fucker told him to do?
Swallowing a couple drinks, he kept his gaze away from her face, not wanting to meet her eyes right now. In all honesty, he didn't get it; he knew how Misha felt about that stuff. Or anyone for that matter. And even if he didn't, did she really expect to believe he would do something like that to her? Punishment or not, he had never been one to put himself before her when it mattered or to do something like that regardless if it was given on a dare. He cared about her too much... Plus he didn't have the energy to do something like that anyhow no matter what he thought. And she had just helped him as well, offered him her support even though she was strained as it was taking care of Miss T... She was selfless in her actions. And yet she was expecting him to say thank you by doing that to her!? All for what? Saving himself?
Some fucking gratitude that would have been, he thought as he forced another sip down, his face grimacing from both the pain and frustration.
[OOC: Alex used the orange juice box]
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Aug 1, 2018 11:31:10 GMT
Her eyebrows furrowed in distaste as Alex started talking back, apparently not much more pleased with this conversation than she was. If anything, he looked almost more vexed than her… but yet again, she was furious, not insulted. “Was too busy being strangled to receive it."
– Oh no you don’t. – her teeth grind together in anger. – You don’t give me that guilt-tripping bullshit. You know what I meant.
His answer, however, had reasons to worry her. The moment she’d mentioned Alex getting hurt, her friend had immediately related it to the text he’d received… which meant that he knew there was some kind of connection, whether because he’d been the victim of it, or had seen it happen. And despite how much she wanted to deny it… she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t seeing a connection, either. She’d been choked right when she had refused a dare, and Andrei had fallen to his death when Peyton had failed to obey hers. Right now, she would have even wanted to rather believe her theory that put Andrei in the center of the intrigue and made him the professional jokester that had faked his own death for whatever reason, but… she knew about pranks, and she couldn’t think of any that would have an invisible force grab a man by his throat and force him on his tippy toes. Some invisible rope, maybe? Placed… exactly where Alex would be, controlled from a distance…Ah. Peyton would laugh her ass off right now if she could hear her thoughts. Misha shook her head, defeated. No. She had to finally admit that something was doing this to her, whether she liked it or not.
– Look… – she took upon herself to try and calm down. As much tension as she had canalized in her body right now, letting it all off on her best friend of all people wouldn’t help. – … You could have told me, at least, what it was, when I asked. – she was struggling to find her words, her sentence coming out as insecure. – … I would have known what to expect.
Absent-mindedly, the sore fingers of her right hand rose to gently caress her scratched throat, before quickly dropping them back where they belong. She didn’t want Alex to worry even more, and… though it bothered her, feeling so vulnerable in this situation was making her even angrier. But now… what was she supposed to tell him? She’d latched out on Naya for groping her before; and apparently, the girl had been right to be worried. Except that neither she nor Misha could have known how dangerous disobeying truly was, so she had every reason to have been upset. But if Naya tried something NOW… what would she do? If we let them get away with too much, they might ask for more and more, until it becomes just as dangerous to obey than disobey. She noted. And her pride refused to let her simply stand there and do what a faceless Asshole told her, even knowing the consequences. But Alex… Her eyes took in his sad state. Disheveled, weak, hurt… she didn’t want to see him like this. Even less for something like that. For her. Even less when he was already injured before.
– Look… – she took a moment to choose her words, carefully. – If it’s just… something like that… I don’t think I’d mind. If it’s you… it’s okay. As long as you let me know why… it wasn’t a big deal. – she shrugged, feeling very out-of-place. The truth was that she didn’t want to get touched or played with, even by someone she trusted, but… she wanted to see her best friend hurt even less. – Or at least… let me know what’s going to happen.
She truly, honestly hoped that it wouldn’t come to that, but… at this point, she couldn’t be sure of anything anymore.
Very awkwardly, she lowered her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in what she intended (and failed) to be a reassuring gesture.
– Did you “see” anything, before? You seemed to know what I meant…
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Aug 2, 2018 0:58:32 GMT
Misha glared back at Al immediately after he spoke, the angry tone in her voice obvious as she snapped a reply at him. He continued to avoid her gaze, however, his own face sporting a scowl as he remained silent. Though as she began to speak again, sounding calmer and somewhat insecure, he couldn't help but glance up at her, his own expression softening.
"Look," she began. "You could have told me, at least, what it was, when I asked. I would have known what to expect."
"But that's just it," Al replied back, trying not to sound as bitter and confused as he felt. "I'm not going to do something like that to you, Cha-cha... especially not because some puppetmaster wants to toy with us." His tone softened out towards the end while he spoke, his face falling into a regretful look. And as he finished, he held her gaze for a short moment before turning away, letting out a conflicted sigh. In reality, Misha was right about one thing: he could have answered her question and let her know what the text had said... if he had even been able to do that at the time anyway. But that didn't stop the punishment from happening either or make the fact he was being forced to make a decision targeting her go away. And it didn't change his convictions on the choice he made, either.
Continuing to sit together in silence, Al eventually heard Misha's voice break through the quiet again, though he continued to take steadying breaths while his gaze remained fixed on some fallen books instead. "If it's just... something like that," she admitted, "I don't think I'd mind. If it's you... it's okay. As long as you let me know why... it wasn't a big deal." At her pause, he slowly glanced over in time to see her shrug, though it was obvious from her face that she wasn't entirely comfortable with saying something like that. And in all truth, it wasn't something the ravenhaired was comfortable with hearing either. "Or at least... let me know what's going to happen," she finished.
Al stared back at her for a moment, not saying anything as he lowered the juice box in his hand. He didn't want to hurt her; that wasn't a choice he wanted to ever have to make. And yet that was what he had been asked to do and what she was trying to give him permission to do. And while true it wasn't as harsh of a demand as it could have been, it still didn't take away the fact that the whole damn thing was twisted and wrong... He could see and feel in her tone the reasons why she was asking him despite her own comfort and boundaries. She cared about his safety too. And while he appreciated that, he couldn't bring himself to reply; it only made him feel more conflicted.
First her and now Em, he thought as his eyes drifted around the room as if trying to make sense of what he was supposed to do from the mess in front of him. He hated that she and his sister were having to ask him something like that. And he hated that he was having to be faced with the possibility that more of this stuff might happen... to Misha, himself, or anyone. But mostly he hated whatever bastard was forcing them to do this kind of stuff in the first place, for punishing them each time they failed to amuse him with his sick, perverted games.
"I don't want you to get hurt either," he whispered back as he turned his head to meet her eyes again, his tone and expression serious yet sincere. "Just... be careful too. Okay?" His brown irises locked with her copper ones, hoping she would understand the implications behind what he was saying. It felt so wrong to him. Under a lesser threat, it would have been much more simple, easy to deal with... But here they were left with too many unknowns and a force they couldn't see that apparently had the power to physically harm any of them. And while giving that fucker even a single, ounce of amusement made him cringe, he didn't want to see Cha-cha get hurt either... The thought alone tore him up inside worse than whatever had attacked his stomach. And at least in that regard, he could understand her and agree... to a point anyway. And if she was faced with a similar situation like he was and was asked to do something to him... well, he knew what he'd rather she do too...
Lost in his thoughts, Al felt Misha's hand rest awkwardly against his shoulder, his brown eyes glancing up towards her as she gave it a squeeze. It wasn't exactly the most assuring gesture he'd ever been given--even by her. But while he did feel rather awkward as well, he could tell by her face that she meant it. Giving her a rather weak smile back, he lowered his gaze towards the juice box she had given him. There was still a little bit left, and in truth, he felt rather awful about the situation... He knew she wouldn't be asking him to do something like this if she didn't care or had reason to. Not to mention he still felt like he was in her debt for everything she did back in the classroom, too... And the whole thing made him feel shy as he ran his fingers through his hair, unsure how to go about an apology.
"Here," he whispered as he took out the straw and held the box out towards her, his eyes meeting hers in a somewhat sheepish manner. "You should have some too." His voice was still rather hoarse as he spoke, though he hoped she would still note the sincerity in his tone. It definitely wasn't the most sanitary instance and he certainly wouldn't blame her for refusing it--you did have blood and... something... in your mouth earlier after all. But he had noticed her touch her throat earlier and remembered how she mentioned not being able to breathe. And he felt better knowing she could have some as well; she needed it too, after all...
Allowing her to accept or reject it, he gave a small shrug and averted his gaze, feeling vulnerable again. He didn't like fighting with Misha... and considering their circumstances, it really wasn't worth the fight anyway. She wanted to keep him from getting hurt, the same way he wanted to protect her as well. And he couldn't be mad at her for that... Though then again, he couldn't really stay mad at her for anything.
"Did you 'see' anything, before?" Misha then asked him, breaking the awkward silence as the ravenhaired sent her a somewhat confused look at the question. "You seemed to know what I meant."
"You mean the texts?" he asked quietly, pausing for a second for confirmation before his gaze dropped towards the floor in a regretful expression. "Yeah, I did 'see' something. One of that asshole's punishments - or at least, I think it was one. The other happened to Em, I just didn't see it. Only the messages she got." He let out a scratchy breath as he rubbed his temple, both due to the headache he felt and the memories from inside the computer lab. He wasn't sure how much he'd be able to say at this point... His throat thankfully wasn't quite as dry now, and the taste of blood (amongst other things) had finally gotten out of his mouth--Thank God! But he still found it painful to speak... and his energy was at an all-time low.
But considering everything going on, he thought as he frowned, his eyes closing for a brief moment, it's better if she knows...
"Copper bit Nerissa," he explained in shaky breaths, his brown eyes glancing over at Misha to gauge her reaction while he continued. "Happened right after she got a text. He was happy one minute and then suddenly started acting really weird, like something was out to get him... and then he just launched himself at her. I've never seen him act like that before... And then Em was attacked with some high-pitched ringing sound when she didn't do what she was asked..." Which was, of course, a detail he definitely wasn't going to get into at the moment, and so he merely shook his head lightly and continued speaking the best he could.
"I originally thought it was a hacker messing with us," he admitted as he lowered his hand and leaned back in the chair, stopping every so often to catch his breath. "Or just some jackass with access to our phones and the school's computers and cameras. But now-" He cut himself off as he swallowed hard, feeling the scratching and burning ache of his throat at his very next thought. And almost subconsciously, he raised a hand towards his throat, massaging the area while every little bit of pressure added to it made him wince.
Whatever had strangled him wasn't just a hallucination or some trick wiring; there wasn't any way it could have been. He knew enough about the latter to know something like that couldn't have been planned ahead, and even if it could, there was absolutely nothing to grab at or feel around his throat when it happened. Nobody else was in the room with them... And he wasn't an expert in the medical field, but that agonizing pain in his stomach wasn't fabricated either... nor the chills he had gotten beforehand nor the voice he had heard in his ear nor his nose suddenly bleeding...
Grimacing a little from the pain as he shifted to pull his phone out, Al brought up his camera and turned the image around to face him as he checked out the area where he had felt the rope-like bands tightening around his airways. He had expected to see something there considering how much like hell his neck hurt. Yet despite knowing first-hand how it had felt and the amount of force that had been behind the attack (enough that it had nearly killed him), he couldn't even see any evidence of being strangled: no bruises, no red marks... nothing.
"Shit," he muttered as he lowered the phone, his eyebrows knitting together in an uneasy expression. What the hell does that mean?! Everything that had happened in the classroom was real; that he knew with a definite certainty. His damaged throat and aching body was more proof than he ever wanted of that, and on top of it all, Misha had witnessed it too... But he hadn't heard of ghosts who could cause that much physical damage to someone, let alone without leaving a mark. Not in real life anyway... It couldn't be possible, could it? he wondered, biting the inside of his cheek. Yet as he let out another cough due to the effects of the damage that had been done to him, he couldn't help but shiver at the implications of what everything meant - all of which left a very foreboding question that sent the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.
What exactly are we dealing with here?
Glancing over at his best friend, the gears in his head began turning as his brown eyes lowered slowly towards her collar, unable to see the markings that were there from his position but knowing all too well that they existed. "Your turn now," he whispered as he slowly met her eyes, a knowing expression on his face."You knew about what those texts meant too. So you mind telling me what really happened to you, Cha-cha?" His brown eyes never left her gaze, silently saying he wasn't going to let her pass this time--it was far past that point of secrecy. However his expression was softer than before, revealing the concern and fear he also felt with what he was already guessing had happened as regretfully as he didn't want to.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Aug 2, 2018 20:36:09 GMT
She smiled weakly at him as he sent her own warnings back at her. Of course he would ask her to be careful rather than worry about himself when he was already physically hurt. Poor boy was just dumb like that. And the thing was, she understood his point, truly she did. She didn’t want to obey that asshole’s orders any more than he did; and the truth was, even now, knowing the consequences, she didn’t know if she would. What she knew for sure was that she wouldn’t hurt anyone. Either way, she couldn’t take the dares lightly anymore; they were for real, and really, truly dangerous. As her friend forwarded his juice box back to her, she hesitated; she’d given it to him to help clear his throat and give him some strength back, and she was happy to see that it seemed to be helping him feel a little better to a degree. So she wasn’t sure how comfortable she was taking it back… but at the same time, she knew why he was doing it, and refusing would only sadden him more. Begrudgingly, she took the object between her unsure fingers and, content to see he’d drunk almost the entire thing, she discreetly cleaned the straw with her sleeve (no way was she tasting his blood and organs today, thank you), she swallowed whatever was left of the nectar, mostly to please him. She had to admit that some hydration did feel very nice, even warm and in such a tiny quantity.
– Thank you. – she whispered kindly, hoping it would make him feel better. Just then, he started answering her questions, causing her to frown. – Emery got one? Is she okay? The idea of her best friend’s little sister having to deal with this monster’s creepy texts and getting punished for it was no pleasant thought at all. But what was even less pleasant was what came next. – Copper BIT her? Boy’s never hurt anyone. – her eyes grew twice their sizes as she considered the situation. So this thing could not only hurt them without touching them… but it could make them do things, too. Had it just used something to enrage the dog, possibly high frequencies to unnerve him, or was it… mind control? Jesus, this sounds like some fucked up movie shit. It couldn’t be real. Yet… it seemed to be.
"I originally thought it was a hacker messing with us, or just some jackass with access to our phones and the school's computers and cameras. But now-"Misha stood quiet for a moment. She’d had her own set of theories, but she wasn’t sure Alex wanted to hear them. She didn’t know what to say either when Alex turned the camera to face himself… and both of them realized that he had no scars. This alone was enough to creep about anyone out; she had SEEN him be dragged and held up on his toes, how could he have NO marks left? Intuitively, she brought a hand to her own throat. She had self-caused scratching marks, but if she hadn’t attacked herself… what would have happened? She’d thought at first it might have been an allergy or some asthma attack… so would she still have scars inside her throat, or would it have also disappeared magically like his own? This was fucked up. So incredibly fucked up.
"Your turn now," they had remained in silence for so long that his voice startled her, forcing her to look at him. “You knew about what those texts meant too. So you mind telling me what really happened to you, Cha-cha?"For a moment, she didn’t say anything. She wished she knew what to answer to that. She wished she knew where to start. She wished she wouldn’t have loathed the idea of speaking about it so much. But she’d have to tell him, someday.
– … Tara got a text. – she finally said, after what seemed like forever. If she was going to tell him, might as well go with the whole story, and start at the beginning. Seeing that this might take a while, she sighed, before sitting down on a chair next to him.– Something about telling us she was in love with someone I don’t know, I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time. Then Naya and I went outside to explore, she got one too, and… well, let’s just say she invaded my personal space. – Telling him didn’t mean she needed to share all of the details. – When I realized it was because of another text, I got super mad at her, yelled at her for being so stupid to just do whatever she was told, even messaged the guy back with her phone, pretty much telling him to go fuck himself… then after a few seconds, I’d received one too. Asking me to make out with her. I was fucking fuming, I thought he was just making fun of me because I was upset. So I texted him back again, telling him to… suck on my imaginary dick, I think. – In any other instance, she would have been pretty proud of herself; right now, with everything that had happened, she couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. – I don’t think he liked that – she added, as if it needed to be told, her hand moving to her throat once again. – Because almost immediately… I started to choke. I couldn’t breathe, I was suffocating. I freaked out, I guess, and… kinda hurt myself in so doing. I don’t think that part was them. – she looked away as she told her story, not wanting to face Alex’s reaction right now. She could imagine well enough what it would be. – Naya tried to help, but… I just collapsed and then I could breathe again. I just thought that maybe I… swallowed dirt, or got hurt on my way down, or it was just a mix of everything and the stress and anger just added to it and I had some kind of crisis. – in retrospect, even back then she’d known her excuses were full of shit. But it was better than the truth. – We went back, eventually, and uh… when we got there… Peyton was screaming. She got a text too, and was asking around who’s sick joke it was. I think that hm… Christopher said something like he got one too at some point, but… – she shook her head. That didn’t matter. Christopher didn’t matter. Not now.
She took a deep breath. Now came the truly difficult part.
– Her text told her to… let Andrei fall to his death. – she whispered, almost inaudibly. She could still hear Peyton’s words as she’d let her orders be known, and felt shivers running down her spine once more. – After that… something… happened, it was very confusing, but… he fell. He just… fell down one of the holes in the ground, pushed Peyton out of the way, and then he was gone. I tried to check if I could see him, if I could hear him – she raised her head once more, looking at her friend as if pleading for him to believe she’d tried her best – but Peyton dragged me away, and… I couldn’t see or hear anything. It’s like he was just gone. – feeling herself starting to shake from all the emotions, she took a long, calming breath. She was the one that would never let anything get to her, and yet she was constantly getting worked up. What was this experience doing to her? – After that Peyton and I we… got into a fight… I guess whoever sent the text considered her mission was a success because she didn’t get punished, but… I wanted to find something to get to Andrei, and she just told me that we couldn’t do anything, that we just had to move on… I got mad, she got mad, she slapped me, I left… and when I finally wanted to come back…I woke up there, with you.
Her eyes were down once more. She needed to get a hold of herself; despite how bad the situation was, she needed to get a hold of herself. For her own good… and for Alex. She didn’t even want to check what his reaction would be right now. – I’m sorry, she apologized, sincerely, her voice as strong and determined as she could muster, almost cold. – I left Andrei to explore when he was unconscious, and left again after he fell. I should have been keeping an eye on him, and I didn’t. He probably wouldn’t be down there if I had.… and now, where was he? Honestly, the thought of him rotting down there with no one to look for him made her sick; but the thought of him having been moved somewhere was almost more worrying. – … for a moment, I thought it might have all been his joke. That he just sent texts to mess with us, that my crisis was a coincidence, that he faked his own death to mess with us. I wanted to believe it. It was horrible, but… better than the alternative. … I’m sorry, Alex. I really am.Finally, placing both her hands on her laps, she remained silent, allowing Alex to finally take all that disturbing information and for her own emotions to settle in. She couldn’t afford to lose it now… when he would even more so.
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Aug 3, 2018 3:31:15 GMT
Much to Alex's surprise--and relief--Misha accepted his offer back and began drinking the rest of the juice, causing a small smile to appear on his face before he jumped in on his own quick explanation of the texts they had gotten. It wasn't even scratching the surface of weird stuff he'd experienced so far, but she seemed to be as shocked and worried by the weird events as he was. And as she asked about Emery's well-being, Al gave her a small, reassuring nod in response.
"Yeah, she's fine," he replied, a somewhat forced smile on his lips. "She was shaken up pretty bad by it though..." Which I don't blame her, he inwardly added, holding back a grimace at the memory before he finished his own telling of events.
At his question about her own experiences, however, he could immediately tell Misha was hesitant to explain. None of which he blamed her for either, considering how she reacted earlier. Though it did make him nervous as to what exactly happened that would cause her to be so evasive about it. But after a moment, he eventually found out why as she sat down in the chair directly beside him and after letting out a sigh, started right from the beginning after the earthquake.
Listening silently, Al first was surprised to hear about the range of texts they'd gotten: things from love confession dares to similar ones like his own and Em's that were about 'invading personal spaces' - a detail which caused the ravenhaired to raise a concerning eyebrow at when he thought back to his own text he'd gotten. Though he didn't pry further--not that he really wanted to know more anyway--as Misha went on to explain what had happened with her throat after refusing a make-out dare from their pervy asshole messenger.
Initially, he couldn't help but be a little smug about her reply, as it was definitely the Misha he knew and adored (the dick line being especially nice). But the humor was short lived as she detailed her punishment, and all Al could do was stare at her, his own guesses and fears being confirmed. So she was choked too, he concluded as his brown eyes studied her face as she spoke, feeling a wave of anger towards their attacker. Her experience was different than his, but also way too similar to push to the side without considering the coincidences.
They had both refused to play into the 'tasks' that were given to them. And both had been suffocated because of it, almost to the point of losing consciousness. The very thought of it all made his blood boil in disgust. But worse of all, he hated the fact that they were as trapped as they were with a threat like that. How were they supposed to combat against whatever was attacking them except doing what it said? Which was something he in no way wanted to do or be a part of...
Shit! he muttered inwardly as he rubbed his forehead, his eyes focusing on the table in front of him. He had no idea what they were supposed to do next. It would have been more helpful if they knew what it was they were dealing with... Maybe there's a way to find out? he wondered as he attempted to take a deep breath, biting back against the fight in his lungs and his throat to cough. It was worth a shot anyway... But despite what they found or who--or what--it was, he was going to do whatever he could to keep those he cared about safe. He wasn't going to let it define him.
However his thoughts were immediately halted by the next bit of information that left the redhead's lips, immediately causing Al's blood to freeze as he turned his head to face her.
"What?" the ravenhaired exclaimed, his eyebrows raising in shock at the statement. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak... Hearing about a text telling one of Em's friends to kill Drei by having him fall to his death was definitely not what he was expecting to hear then. But as Misha continued, all he could do was stare at her in silence before his expression gradually lowered into one of displeasure, his hand waving arguably in the air. "Oh ha ha. Very funny, Cha-cha. You almost got me there."
He let out a short disbelieving chuckle from his lips as he stared at her, his mind unable to believe a statement like that. He had just spoken to Andrei that day. He had just told him they'd hang out later, had seen him leave the auditorium... Copper was fine. Andrei had to be too. He had gone to look for him after all. But the look on Misha's face as she met his eyes and her apologetic words and shaking body said more than what words ever could, and the ravenhaired felt his heart instantly sink into the floor like a weight had been dropped inside his stomach, matching the pure look of shock on his face.
"No," he breathed out, clutching the arms of the chair he was sitting in in a death grip while reality seemed to flip over on him. "No, he couldn't..." He continued to stare at Misha as she continued recounting what had happened, his face depicting the swirl of confusing emotions he felt in that moment: bewilderment, regret, anger, determination... He had no clue what could be underneath the school or what kind of dangers might happen from falling down a hole like that. More than that, it was chilling considering Peyton had apparently gotten a text saying exactly what had happened right before his friend fell. And as much as he hated hearing it or thinking it, he couldn't ignore the connections, the weird circumstances, the messaged dares... It was far beyond the perverted ones he was familiar with so far, and the implications of daring someone to go as far as to throw another person down a hole was a chilling thought and considering what had happened to him earlier... he honestly hadn't felt this hopeless before.
"I'm sorry," Misha said from her spot next to him, her eyes lowered towards the floor. "I left Andrei to explore when he was unconscious, and left again after he fell. I should have been keeping an eye on him, and I didn't. He probably wouldn't be down there if I had."
Al swallowed, unsure of what to say in that moment as the redhead continued to apologize. Though after a breath, he closed his eyes, feeling the weight of everything she was telling him hit him like a truck. "It's not your fault," he whispered in a barely audible tone, his voice cracking slightly. He still wasn't even sure what to think at the moment... It felt too unreal, too awful... Though as his mind raced, his eyebrows slowly rose in forced, hopeful expression as he glanced back over at her, not wanting to believe the worst. "He-he might still be okay though," he breathed out in a vain attempt at hope, his brown eyes searching her face as if he could find the answers there. "We all fell down a hole too, back in the auditorium, and we lived so he's got to be alive too, yeah?"
The words flowed from his mouth in a rather desperate rush, as if trying to get a grasp on the current reality too. A part of him kept nagging at him, trying to get him to admit the situation was hopeless and that they didn't even know how to get down underneath the school anyway to even try and find Drei, let alone know if it was possible for him to survive the fall. But he refused to believe his friend was dead. He couldn't; not until he found him and knew for sure. He said he would find him and Misha before, and that was what he was going to do. Even if... he inwardly added, instantly biting his lip as his face contorted in pain for a moment as he immediately pushed the thought away. No. It was better not to dwell on it right now.
Letting out a slow breath after the string of words they had both gave had settled into silence, Al silently looked over to see Misha still sitting silently next to him, his brown eyes watching her carefully as her hands rested in her lap. He could tell she was doing her best to keep it together right now. Whether because that was just who Misha was or because she was doing it for him, he didn't know... Yet the sight of her and the words she had said to him instantly made his heart sink a little in mutual sadness and fears, and he bit the inside of his cheek as his brown eyes studied her face. He knew she really cared about Drei too... in some ways, he wondered if maybe a little more than she let on. And like her, he wished he could have been there too, that maybe he could have prevented it from happening or helped him or something...
But inside he knew there wasn't anything he or Misha could have done, no matter how regretful of a thought that it was. And he didn't want her blaming herself for what happened. There wasn't reason or room for them to blame themselves. And while he was angry and confused and hurt as well--especially towards whoever was pulling these sick jokes on them--all he wanted in that moment was to make sure that his best friend was okay.
Quietly watching her for a few moments, Al bit the inside of his cheek as a wave of emotions whirled through him. And subconsciously, as if pulled by his own whirl of emotions, he found himself leaning over to pull her closer towards him while his arms wrapped tightly around her in an awkward, yet sincere embrace. He didn't care in the slightest for the pain that shot through his body or how awkward it was considering his physical state and the fact they were in separate chairs next to each other. Right now, he just needed his best friend with him. And he was willing to bet that she did too, even if they were both too emotionally stubborn and awkward to admit it.
"We'll find him, Cha-cha. I promise," he whispered gently as he held her close, his hold on her tightening slightly as his fingers tangled in her copper hair. He wasn't sure if he was comforting her or if she was comforting him; the heavy thought of one of his closest and most trusted friends vanishing underground and possibly being dead or gone forever was a thought he didn't know how to process. And while he had worried about it earlier after the earthquake had happened, nothing really compared to the emotions he was feeling right now. Nor had it ever prepared him to hear someone say something like that out loud to him... especially from Misha, whom he trusted wholeheartedly and knew she wouldn't go to these lengths to prank him. Not with everything that had happened already.
Breathing out a quiet sigh, he wished he could say more to her. And definitely something more certain and comforting than what he had said. It was a vague sort of promise, after all; he didn't know if they would be able to find Drei, and the possibility of confronting an answer they wouldn't want to admit to was scary and not something he could afford to think about. But he was determined to keep to his word. And as he felt his best friend's warmth against him, he knew for certain that he didn't want to wind up losing her, too. Especially not her... And the more he thought about it, the more he didn't want to let go.
"Misha?" he heard himself ask in a hushed whisper, his heartbeat quickening a little as his mouth ran dry - though this time, not due to his parched throat nor the hard news about Drei. He hadn't expected to say her name; in fact, he honestly wasn't sure what exactly he was asking or trying to say... His head felt like a swarm of different thoughts and emotions, and there were so many things happening, and his body was so tired and in pain... He didn't know what to say or what to think as the breath seemed to leave his throat again for a much different reason, and as he continued to hold her close while she waited for him to continue speaking, he couldn't help but be aware of the weird feeling that was burning inside his chest.
"I uhhh," he started to say, feeling somewhat trapped now by his own words. Remaining silent for a second or two longer, he shyly let her go, his body leaning back to give her space as he sheepishly ran his fingers through his hair. "Nevermind. It's nothing." He continued to assure her as his hands lowered, his brown eyes meeting hers while a small, somewhat forced smirk hinted on his lips.
Waving the unsaid words away with a light shrug, Al shifted awkwardly in his seat and turned his attention towards their surroundings, finally noting what all was inside. He wasn't familiar with this room at all--it was an 'off-limits' area for everyone, but particularly to him. Probably a good idea, he surmised as his eyes scanned the room, eventually setting on the computer in the corner and the papers all over the desk and floor. "Maybe there's something useful in here we can use," he suggested, hoping to redirect the awkward feeling he felt towards being a little more useful instead. "Maybe give us some answers as to what we're dealing with."
[OOC: Al is doing a perception check via a chair I guess because he is a frail bean]
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Post by Administrator on Aug 3, 2018 15:20:29 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 9 Success; you found an item!
Alex's eagle eyes scanned through papers until his attention was caught by a little bump in one of the folders, that fell or the table and on the floor. It was a script from the last year's play "Romeo and Juliet". The cast list was assigned by Veronica, with her red remarks on every page. However, besides the script for the play Alex has found something unusual inside the folder. It was a black, oddly shaped amulet. It looked like a ball of strings with a little red gemstone stuck in the middle.
Item: an odd amulet (+1 health BUT -1 sanity per use*)
*The amulet restores your health by draining your sanity; to use the amulet the person only needs to think about it/to want to get rid of the pain. So the first heal is accidental and will happen when somebody puts the item on his/her neck.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Aug 4, 2018 21:44:47 GMT
She caught her lower lip between her teeth as Alex laughed at her, silently waiting (dreading) for the moment he realized she wasn’t joking. His rejection hurt, a lot. Surprisingly, his comprehension didn’t feel much better. He was in denial, though, just like she had been before; and she didn’t know whether to hear him give her the same arguments she’d given Peyton and the others before was a relief, or, at this point, frankly depressing. But deep down, she still wanted to believe that Andrei was fine, wherever he was; though every minute that passed without someone tending to his possible wounds made it more and more difficult to believe. To his reassurance that none of it was her fault, she only nodded vaguely; she didn’t believe a word of it, but at this point, she might as well let him believe he was comforting her. The opposite wouldn’t help anyone. What she hadn’t expected was for him to suddenly move forward and trap her into a bear hug. She blinked a couple times before glancing at her side; from their position, she couldn’t see much of her friend’s face, but she could hear his empty yet meaningful promises. "We'll find him, Cha-cha. I promise."Her face fell at those words. Restraining herself from gulping down nervously, she forced her arms to move up and hold him back.
– I know.It was a good thing he couldn’t see her face right now. But… she couldn’t ignore the fact that, despite his situation, Alex was trying his hardest to comfort her, and it was undeniable that he needed some of that comfort back. So she took it upon herself to squeeze him tighter, rest her head against his neck, and give him the warmth he was desperately looking for. Plus… she had to admit it felt… good, too. It was strange how weirdly physical she and Alex could get, yet she couldn’t actually remember many genuine forms of physical affections between them; it was always jokes, pranks, laughs… things she was comfortable with. She wasn’t comfortable with this, not in the slightest. But coming from him… she could almost get used to it. And yet, at the same time, her situation was almost comical. What was with people and hugging her lately? First Naya, and now… It almost made her laugh. How desperate was their situation if everyone decided to use HER as a source of human affection?
"Misha?" – Yeah? – she could feel his embrace grow tighter and tighter, so in turn, she hugged back. She surely wasn’t an expert on cuddling, but she at the very least knew that was what she was supposed to be doing; and it felt… right, too. Yet, for as long as she waited, she didn’t receive any answers, to the point that she opened her eyes curiously. She was even more puzzled when she felt the arms around her slowly push her away, as Alex looked suddenly very embarrassed, almost avoiding her gaze. Ah. So he wasn’t used to this kind of attention too, then?
– Eyh. – trying to ignore her hesitation, she gently grabbed his hand. It was Alex. She didn’t have the time for awkwardness right now. – I get it. We’ll be fine.With a sister like Emery, you should be more used to this, but it’ll be fine.It was better not to mention her too much in their situation, anyway.
Apparently still not recovering from his sudden case of sheepishness, Alex tried to deflect her attention towards the room as he searched through the nearby papers surrounding them, and she decided to fall for it. To her surprise, he actually stumbled upon something… but her interest soon decreased when she discovered what the item was: a ball of fluffy darkness, with a weird red stone in the middle. It took her a second to realize it was all a single object, and not a jewel stuck in a pile of garbage.
– … that looks fabulous. – she deadpanned – Absolutely useless, but fabulous. What exactly are you planning to do with it?
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Aug 5, 2018 3:05:56 GMT
Al stayed silent as Misha stared back at him, causing his sheepishness to grow as he tried to play off his embarrassment. He wasn't entirely sure how to take what he was feeling... especially with everything going on. And he really wasn't the kind to know how to say things anyway. So he felt more comfortable with shying the thought from his mind instead like it wasn't a big deal. Though it didn't look like his best friend was gonna let him off the hook just yet.
"Eyh," she called as she suddenly reached forward and gently grabbed his hand, causing the ravenhaired's expression to soften a little at the simple yet warm gesture. "I get it. We'll be fine."
Al continued to meet her eyes as an almost wistful expression crossed his face following her words. Yet it only lasted for a split second before he recovered his playful smirk, albeit looking slightly more forced than usual as he shrugged off the faint thought that had suddenly crossed his mind. "Yeah, we will be," he repeated back to her in an assuring tone, all before sheepishly directing his attention elsewhere. It wasn't exactly what he was trying to get at earlier, but he'd rather not dwell on that thought anyway...
Inching a little closer towards the table he was sitting by, he scanned the surface littered with folders and scattered leafs of paper, reaching over to peak beneath a few stacks. And after lifting up one particular mess, his brown eyes saw a bulge in one of the folders tucked away a bit out of reach from where he sat, causing him to raise an eyebrow curiously. "That looks promising," he exclaimed with a winning grin as he stood up from his chair despite the ache in his limbs and leaned over across the table to retrieve his findings.
Grabbing onto the targeted object, he brought it over towards him with a small wince and glanced at it, opening the cover as he tilted it in his direction. Yet almost immediately, he felt a weight fall out of the folder and hit the table, causing him to glance down in surprise. "What the-" he muttered as he looked down to see a black necklace--or amulet, rather--resting in front of him amid the mess of papers. It looked so out of place that the sight instantly made the ravenhaired break into a curious smile as he set the folder it had been in down on the table beside it.
"Well what have we here," he breathed out in a playful tone as he picked the unexpected item up to examine it closer. It had a weird shape, like someone wrapped a bunch of strings together and then topped it all off with a little red gemstone in the middle. And more than that, it looked cheap. Really cheap.
Interesting, Al thought as he weighed the object in his hand, raising an eyebrow in amused surprise at finding something like that tucked away in a folder in the Student Council room. Maybe it's a prop from the drama department? It didn't seem like too far of a guess; it kinda looked like the sort of quick costume fix for a nobleman's jewelry or some kind of mystical amulet for a sorcerer in one of the school's plays. But why would that be here and not in the prop or costume closet in the auditorium?
Course, then again, there were several members in the council who were in the drama crew--the main example being Maverick High's very own Golden Boy President. And it wasn't exactly something Al was all that interested in figuring out anyway. It looked like something you'd win out of those quarter slot machines in the store, or some D.I.Y. art project: all in all, a worthless piece of a junk and not anything that would help them in their search for answers or clues as to their attacker or what was going on. But it did seem to catch both their attentions anyway as he felt Misha come closer towards him to investigate. "That looks fabulous," she called from over his shoulder, causing him to glance over at her with a humored smirk on his lips as he took in her deadpan expression. "Absolutely useless, but fabulous. What exactly are you planning to do with it?" Al grinned at her, his eyes lighting up a little at the entertaining topic while his fingers gripped the chain attached to the bedazzled ball-like creation. "Maybe I'll cast a spell with it," he teased in a playful tone, emphasizing the words with an added wink. Then before he said anything more, he slipped it on over his head, letting it dangle from around his neck as he glanced down at the odd piece.
It definitely wasn't much to look at, that was for sure. But he supposed it had... some charm to it. Kind of. If trash is what you're going for, I guess, he went on to add inwardly with a smirk, his fingers picking up the amulet in his hand for a moment. But it still was the flashiest, oddest piece of junk he'd ever worn. Which--in hindsight--probably said a lot considering all the random and crazy makeovers he'd been through - both by choice and also from falling victim to Em's sleepovers occasionally. Yet while it felt odd and uncomfortable hanging from his neck, it was still an entertaining find and he let out a small chuckle under his breath as he then turned his attention back towards Misha.
"So, how do I look?" he teased with an expectant smirk, turning his body slightly to show the tacky prop off in his best attempt at a dramatic, regal-like pose. He knew he probably looked more like a court jester than a prince or a warlock of sorts - especially considering the fact he was still using the table to lean against for support. But the ravenhaired simply didn't care; it gave him an opportunity to joke around and lighten the mood - which, considering his emotions at the moment, was something he sorely needed. And probably Misha as well, if he could guess.
Shooting her a wide grin at the small moment of fun, Al slipped it back over his head to examine it once again in his hand, his lips pursing slightly in thought. "Wonder how this got over here," he mused out loud, turning it over in his palm. "Maybe it's for some kind of weird student council ritual?" He smirked slightly at the thought of Phillip wearing it at the head of the table like some kind of king and after giving the item one last look, pocketed it inside his other pants pocket and looked back at the folder the amulet had fallen out of, his eyes perusing the page.
From a quick glance, he could see it was a script, one he remembered from last year when Em had been in it. "'Romeo and Juliet' huh?" he read out loud, breaking into a grin as he spoke. He turned the page of the script, laughing a little under his breath at the amount of red remarks their drama instructor had left. Apparently quite liberally, as he could see them on every page he turned to. "Miss Kishi really takes this stuff seriously," he commented with a short chuckle as he held up the documents in indication, allowing Misha to see them as he continued to look through the contents of the folder. Yet nothing else seemed to be of interest--at least not on the same level as garbage-classy amulets anyway--and so he closed the folder back up and let it fall onto the table, turning to face the redhead again instead.
"So I guess not much luck as to finding out what's going on yet," he sighed as he gave a small shrug, his brown eyes meeting her copper ones. "How's your wrist by the way?" He gestured towards her hand as he spoke, ignoring his own current injuries as he continued to lean against the table for added support.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Aug 5, 2018 13:36:59 GMT
"So, how do I look?" – Horrendous. – she answered, truthfully. – Just your style. Much to her surprise, Alex had decided to actually wear the damn thing; and it seemed like that thing was here to stay, considering her friend’s almost proud look. She shook her head with a tiny smile, amused at the situation; somehow, Alex found a way to be comfortable with about any stupid situation, and seemed to greatly enjoy putting himself in them. Even the girliest or ugliest of things were an option. And considering how grave everything had been, it was honestly refreshing. – It could almost match your eyes. – she teased, bringing the jewel around the boy’s neck closer to her face with the tip of her fingers and the tiniest of smirks. – Almost. Red isn’t quite your color.
"Maybe it's for some kind of weird student council ritual?" – Sure, maybe they ask the all-seeing piece of junk who passes and who must suffer the Wicked Witch of the West’s wrath; which means that this jewel thing is one picky motherfucker – apart from her chosen angels, most students under her control weren’t so lucky with the woman. She still was eyeing the amulet curiously as Alex mentioned their teacher’s affection for her work, and she nodded vaguely, not quite interested; if she had cared little about the drama club when all was fine, she could not be paid to care less now. She and Alex wouldn’t have even been trapped in this whole mess in the first place if it wasn’t for Veronica’s bad temper.
"How's your wrist by the way?" That question finally brought her back to the real world; looking up towards Alex for a brief moment, she then lowered her eyes towards her hand; the bruise was starting to truly show, as for the pain in her shoulder, she was trying to ignore it, but she knew it would start to truly hurt in a few hours. – Oh, that? It’s nothing. – she shrugged it off, letting go of the amulet. – Like that loser could hurt me. I ain’t a weakling like you, falling down at the smallest punch. – she playfully flicked the still red spot on his cheek as to further prove her point. After her gesture, she lowered her hand to her side, just in time to feel a small weight on her pocket. Her eyes widened slightly at the memory of what she held in it, and, giving Alex a look, she slowly took it out.
– So, hm… when Andrei… fell, he dropped this. – gently, she raised her hand to reveal the missing man’s phone to her friend – I’ve held on to it for now… I think Andrei might have also received some kind of text, judging by the face he made before falling… he completely freaked out, but I have no idea why. His phone is… damaged. I can’t get anything to work, but one video. – she stood silent for a moment before adding – … it’s still open, if you want to watch it… I haven’t been able to really make sense of it so far. Nothing really happens, but… I don’t get why it’d be the only file to work. It’s still on the screen, if you’d like to… watch it. – or keep it. Alex was closer to Andrei than she was, after all… even if letting go of the device truly felt wrong to her. She had failed her friend and probably didn’t deserve to carry it, but she selfishly still wanted to.
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Post by Administrator on Aug 5, 2018 14:59:55 GMT
"So, how do I look?" the boy said as he put the necklace on his neck. That moment he didn't pay attention to a strange tingling sensation down his spine, neck and head so he slipped the necklace back and hid it inside of his pocket.
After a short chat with Misha, the young boy heard Veronica's voice whispering inside his ear: "Please, please, please," it kept pleading, making the guy jump to his feet... Feeling absolutely healthy. Even his bruise from a fight with Ryan - it was gone. As well as the voice hallucination. Besides this magical recovery - Misha could notice through the thin fabric of the suit, that the gem inside the necklace was glowing bright red for a split second.
Alex received 2 health points [one from the juice, the other one from the necklace] and lost 1 sanity point.
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Aug 5, 2018 21:37:21 GMT
At Misha's hard-truthed remark towards his looks, Al couldn't help but let out a laugh, feeling somewhat proud as he noticed the smallest smile hinted on the redhead's lips as she shook her head at him. Good, she's cheering up, he thought as he gave a genuine and playful grin back, feeling more upbeat himself than before as well. "It could almost match your eyes... Almost," she continued to tease him as she lifted the trinket up with the tip of her finger, her smile forming into a smirk that instantly had the ravenhaired grinning. "Red isn't quite your color." "I don't know, I think I look rather good in it," he replied as he brought his shoulders back a little to display the cheap amulet as if in emphasis, a playful grin on his face. "Very trashy-chic."Letting out a little laugh, he slipped off the amulet and tucking it away in his pocket before continuing to look around the papers. Though it was obvious he was the only one who was even remotely interested in the script or their Wicked Witch-of-a-teacher. And as Al turned around in a defeated sigh, letting the folder drop down on the desk, he could see Misha’s gaze was stuck on the chain hanging out of his pocket from where it was attached to the amulet resting inside, only breaking her gaze when he asked about her wrist. "Oh, that? It's nothing," she assured him with a shrug, his brown eyes shifting towards her wrist where he could see the bruises before he met her eyes once more. "Like that loser could hurt me. I ain't a weakling like you, falling down at the smallest punch." Al gave her a teasing look following her comment, his eyes watching with an amused expression as she raised her hand towards his face and flicked his cheek where his bruise was in indication. The gesture made a faint ache spread from the spot, though he didn't pay any mind and sent her a smug smirk instead at the proven point. "At least I get the cooler battlescars," he replied playfully, adding on a little wink for good measure. "But I do admit, I am looking very forward to that payback plan of yours, Cha-cha."He let out a small laugh and shrugged, feeling happy for the change in conversation. He knew his best friend was tough and he had faith she would be fine. But he still felt concerned enough to ask and make sure she was alright, especially with circumstances being the way they were. It made him wonder how exactly she was doing. But he knew better than to ask her that, and their teasing always worked better anyway. So instead he simply watched her with a small, reassuring smile on his face. Though his expression turned to that of confusion as he saw a familiar cellphone appear out of the corner of his eye, his gaze immediately shifting to see Misha taking it out from her pocket. "Drei's cellphone?" he asked as he looked between the device and the redhead’s copper eyes, raising an inquiring eyebrow at the sight. "Did he-?""When Andrei... fell, he dropped this," she explained, raising it up for him to see better as she spoke. "I've held on to it for now... I think Andrei might have also received some kind of text, judging by the face he made before falling." She continued to explain the situation, detailing how it was damaged and she found that only one file still played on it: a video apparently. And as he glanced from the screen where the paused file was towards her eyes, he slowly nodded and sat down in the chair beside her, feeling somewhat odd by the information she gave him as to what the video was. Immediately after pressing play, Al could see there wasn't much to the video; it was extremely short and just depicted Andrei's feet and what looked like the school's floor rushing past as he ran. And through the speakers he could also hear his friend muttering "fuck" under his breath in a rushed and hurried voice. Overall, it wasn't the strangest video he'd ever seen and not really out of the ordinary - just a typical video you'd accidentally take by pressing buttons without knowing. But like Misha said, nothing else seemed to work on the phone except for that one video. And the sound in his friend's voice wasn't exactly comforting either… "That's weird..." he muttered under his breath as he rewound the video to play it again as if to check and make sure. And as it played back, he found his brows creasing together at the only thing left behind by his friend. Why would an accidental video of Drei running be the only thing not damaged on this phone? And why is he running? He felt puzzled and somewhat off-put by it all. Course, Copper had ran off earlier and there was that earthquake - both things the ravenhaired was sure would be something his friend would get all worked up about (and rightfully so). But something about what Al was seeing on loop made him uneasy... made evident by the weird shivers running down his back. Yet as the seconds passed, he started to realize the tingling sensations that felt like light fingers were trailing along his spine and head weren't just from the video as he heard the familiar voice of their drama instructor suddenly breathe in his ear - as if she was standing directly beside him. "Please..." her voice said, causing every hair on his body to stand on alert. Immediately upon hearing her voice, Al turned in his seat towards the direction it had come from, except no one but Misha was there. "Did you hear that?" he asked her in a low, quiet voice, his tone carrying an unnerving note to it. It was obvious he was the only one who had, however, and his eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of what he had heard. Maybe it's just my nerves, he thought as his eyebrows narrowed in confusion, his eyes darting towards Drei's phone for a split second. The thought at least felt better to him and he began to relax back into his seat, shrugging off the weird disembodied voice as him just reacting to everything going on... even though he still felt uneasy considering the robotic voice he had heard in his ear earlier just before he was strangled. But he was interrupted when another "please" echoed in his ear, followed quickly by another. And all his nerves skyrocketed as he quickly stood up in shock, the chair getting knocked over from the force of his movement.
He turned around in a circle while his eyes scanned the room in a panic. But the voice in his ear was gone now, like it never even happened... and he gripped his hair in a nerved and perplexed manner, his breathing somewhat shallow as he tried to slow down his heartrate.
"Miss Kishi-," Al started to say as he looked over at Misha, his mind racing too much to even realize his current state. "I-I could hear her... Like she was standing right here!" He pointed towards the ground directly beside him as he met the redhead's eyes, his face scrunching up in confusion. "You honestly didn't hear that?"
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Aug 6, 2018 14:47:24 GMT
"At least I get the cooler battle scars," she snorted at his gloating, giving him a disbelieving look. Good for him if he was into getting beaten. "But I do admit, I am looking very forward to that payback plan of yours, Cha-cha." – Oh, I’m working on it. Will get to it as soon as I can enter his field of vision without getting manhandled. – Ryan was truly not in the proper mental state to joke around right now; if he ever was. Actually… was leaving him alone with their principal such a good idea? Sure, she was his mother, and he seemed to care about her well being greatly, but… at the same time, he was anything but mentally stable, and with a professional motherfucker sending people threats on the loose… maybe they should try and get back to the room now that Alex was feeling better, and before something worse happened. The last time she’d left behind someone unconscious… things hadn’t gone that well.
In the meantime, Alex was busy checking out the video, and while he didn’t seem to get any more information out of it than she had, he at least agreed that it was strange, and seemed truly off put by it; something they could both agree on. – I honestly don’t know what it is… I’m mostly wondering why it’s the only file to work, though I guess it could just be a coincidence…As he kept rewinding the video, Misha took her eyes from the screen to observe her friend’s face. As much as she didn’t want to consider this theory, and even less tell it to someone as close to the janitor as Alex was, maybe it was time to bring up some of the most… compromising stuff that had happened with Andrei.
Yet, just as she opened her mouth to reluctantly talk, she was interrupted by Alex’ voice. "Did you hear that?" he asked, sounding nervous, almost… scared. Frowning, she glanced back at the phone, and reached to turn up the volume; yet, for as much as she listened, she couldn’t hear anything else apart from Andrei’s swear. – No? What did you hear? – looking back at him, she was surprised to find her friend’s eyes travelling around the room, searching for something. So he didn’t mean the phone, she realized. Immediately, she straightened her spine, giving a wary look around. It wasn’t impossible that something was watching them, lurking… and if it was so, she wouldn’t be caught unprepared.
Alex relaxed for a short moment, and though it was reassuring, she still refused to stand down just yet, still worried about what he might have seen. Very discreetly, she put Andrei’s phone back in her pocket as her eyes still darted around the room looking for any sign of movement; she was going to recline, aware that whatever it was would probably not show itself while knowing she was watching, just as Alex suddenly jumped from his chair, the sound of the furniture hitting the ground in its fall startling her. – What? What, what is it? – she felt a wave of panic as she jumped to her feet and yet again searched the place for any sign of danger, just as her friend seemed to do the same, even more alarmed. But neither of them could find anything, and just as Alex was barely starting to calm down… Misha’s eyes were attracted by the bright red gleam coming directly from Alex’s neck. His necklace was glowing.
Her body froze for a moment, her entire attention fixated on the jewel as Alex said something about hearing their teacher’s voice. Its radiance had stopped just as quickly as it’d come. Just when he’d started talking. Her hands were on the amulet before he could react.
– Take that shit off. – she ordered, just as she forced the object up his head and away from his body. She held it at arm’s length, as if only having to touch it disgusted her, but she was too afraid of what throwing it on the ground might do. – It just did something. Did you… Did you feel anything, she was about to ask; but she interrupted herself as her eyes travelled from the unholy gem back to her friend. The sight was enough to take the words right out of her mouth. Hesitantly, she raised the fingers of her right hand to his cheek.
– Your bruise… – she allowed her fingertips to touch his skin, as if expecting to sense something. But there was nothing to sense. His injury had completely vanished, as if it’d never been at all. – … it’s gone. Misha couldn’t see it, but at that moment, she was the living representation of confusion; and yes, fear. – … what the hell… ? – opening her hand just enough to let the amulet rest on her palm, as if her fingers refused to make contact with it any longer, she lowered her eyes back to this thing. Miss Kishi, voices, healing… – … what the hell is this thing?
Whatever it was she’d seen with this gem could have just been remote controlled, another prank; she wanted to believe it. But it was too many coincidences for her to still buy it. And none of it made sense if you added the rest into the mix. Feeling anxious, Misha allowed her eyes to search the room once more. What if Alex hadn’t just heard things, and something was truly in here with them right now…?
[OOC: Misha did a perception check]
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Post by Administrator on Aug 6, 2018 21:26:39 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 4 Failure; you didn't find anything useful.
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Aug 8, 2018 5:23:33 GMT
Alex didn't even have time to react before Misha was suddenly grabbing the amulet from him and holding it away at arm's length, causing the ravenhaired's confusion and nerves to heighten even more. "Wha-?" he began to ask her, only to be cut short with an answer to his unspoken question.
"It just did something," the redhead explained, earning herself a perplexed look in return at the statement. "Did you..."
Al waited for her to continue, though was instead met with silence as he watched her eyes suddenly widen in complete shock, her gaze locking onto his face. If he had any initial guesses as to what made her react like that, he'd have thought he had a giant spider on his face or he'd suddenly grew horns or something either equally absurd or frightening that the ravenhaired definitely was hoping and praying wasn't the case. Yet as her hand slowly came up to towards his face and he his whole body instinctively froze on the spot as he awaited whatever cringe-worthy verdict would befall him (it was a spider, wasn't it? Shit, please don't be a spider...), he was surprised by the answer that came out of her mouth next as she touched his cheek.
"Your bruise," she whispered. "It's gone."
"Wait, what?" Al immediately answered back in shocked disbelief, his brown eyes widening as well. Initially he would have summed it up as a prank she was pulling on him. But the expression of absolute confusion and fear on his best friend's face was more than enough proof for him that she was dead serious about it--as crazy and supernatural as that sounded. Though the weird--and downright chilling--atmosphere in the room over what happened just seconds ago was also a good additional indication something really weird was going on, and he quickly reached down inside his pocket to pull out his phone, using his camera once again to inspect the area just like he had before.
The sight he was met with instantly made him freeze, his breath instantly taken right out of his throat. Following along exactly with what Misha had said, the dark purplish bruise that had covered a good portion of the left side of his face was now suddenly--and mysteriously--gone... leaving behind his regular shade of darker skin instead. And to top it all off, the scratchiness and pain in his throat was also dulled down as well, like some sort of instant healing potion you'd use in video games had somehow been used on him.
"Holy shit," he cursed under his breath, not able to fully believe it himself as he stared at the image reflected back at him. His hand instantly rose towards his cheek as well to test it for himself, only to find that the ache that always accompanied any added pressure to it never came no matter how hard he poked at the area. And the more he blinked or stared at his cheek, the more he started to realize that whatever fuckery was going on was real... insanely and chillingly real. "That's-that's not possible," he breathed out, his voice revealing how dumbfounded and unnerved he felt with the situation. "How is it just gone!?"
There just wasn't any logical explanation for it. And what was even more chilling was that that wasn't even the only weird revelation in store for him as he started to realize the aches and pains in his body after being strangled were also gone - replaced only by a pounding headache and a chill from Miss Kishi's voice earlier that threatened not to leave currently attacking his mind instead.
Testing each limb slowly, Al's eyes gradually fell on the chair he had knocked over from his very fast and abrupt freak out earlier. The sight and realization caused shivers to run down his arms as the pieces finally resonated in his mind. There was no way he could have shot up like that regardless of him being scared or not; he would have just plain and simple collapsed. Hell, there wasn't any way he should be standing around so naturally like this either without feeling like he was either gonna fall over or get attacked with another coughing fit. "This is some really messed up shit," he muttered as he slowly turned to face Misha, attempting to try and lighten the mood with a joking tone though his voice only sounded as serious and freaked out as he felt.
He could hear her muttering out in confusion and anxiety as well, her eyes staring at the amulet in her hand. Shifting his focus towards the trinket as well, the ravenhaired stared warily at it before reaching out and slowly taking it himself, turning it around in his hand with an entirely new perspective. His mouth instantly dried as both shock, confusion, and fear shot through him. Ghosts who could physically harm people, weird texts with no cell service, glitching messages, random earthquakes, people being moved room to room with no access ways between them, and now insta-healing trinkets that made you go crazy... The amount of freaky supernatural elements that kept happening was increasing at a rapid pace and he honestly couldn't even keep up.
God, if I even attempted to tell anyone about this, we'd probably all be sent to a fucking shrink, he muttered inwardly in a self-deprecating manner as he bit his lip, almost wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation... If he wasn't the actual one living through it right now, that is. "Where do you think it came from?" he asked nervously after a moment. Or more accurately, who's is it? It had been in the folder with a script Miss Kishi had wrote on... and the way she had spoken in his ear all but had his mind on alert... But it just didn't make any sense. Why would her or anyone have something like this? How is this even real!?
Tightening his hold on the oddly-shaped amulet, Al gave Misha a fearful look, guessing she was probably thinking along the same lines he was. He honestly wasn't sure about holding onto it. Before, he probably would have been thrilled or excited at a fictional thing like that being real and would have joked around with the idea of having such an artifact. But all he could think about now was the chilling voices he had heard and the ringing in his ears and the way his muscles had miraculously somehow healed and the intense shivers he had felt...
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