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Post by Peyton Cross on Sept 7, 2018 2:56:21 GMT
Peyton screamed at the top of her lungs inbetween her sobbing. She had only recently woken up from her new blackout. She was infuriated. Upset. Depressed. Angry. So many negative emotions filled her brain.
Emery was dead.
Emery was dead.
Emery was dead.
That one sentence kept repeating over and over, like a loop. Everything in this world was merely a time loop. But this was the worst of them all. For once…for once though she didn’t blame herself. No. This was Naya’s fault. That…thing who looked and sounded like Naya, but it wasn’t her. It was wearing her skin like a disguise, a costume. And it was sickening. She felt the need to strangle that thing. It was the cause of all of this. She knew it. She had known it all along.
Peyton’s back slide against the wall, her bottom hitting the floor. Her head leaned back, her sobs still clearly being heard, but more faint this time. She sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. Her vision cleared, and she saw Madonna’s desk staring back at her. Peyton had then flashed back to Principle Truman in her final moments, how she wanted to tell the raven haired something. Now might’ve been her chance. She crawled her way too the desk and tried to open the drawer. Locked.
She assumed she was outta luck, but then she remembered the keys she had. The raven haired dug through her pockets and opened her palm to see the two keys. No harm in checking. She picked up the rusty key first and put it into the keyhole.
[Peyton used the rusty key on the drawer]
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Sept 7, 2018 3:23:07 GMT
God fucking damn it.
Every single time. Esme punched a wall. Every time something came up, there was a blackout. It was a wall with people slowly growing to mistrust one another or being forced to watch someone die through messed up games ala Saw. She had enough. There were clues somewhere and she wouldn’t stop until something pointed them to the weird robot monster causing this and why Amanda was a zombie.
She checked around at who arrived with her. Well, so far everyone was breathing. Or, well, DeeDee was...with the freaking bag still in her head! Esme groaned in frustration and tore the canvas off. As she did, paper crumpled in her waist
Amanda’s game list.
Her bad makeshift one was still on the back. They were in Madonna’s office. A huge wave of relief swept over her. Until she saw Peyton. Shit. Peyton was no doubt pissed because thanks to her, Emery was dead. Well, at least thebone thing they had in common was a drive to look for things.
Respectfully ignoring her, Esme pawed through her side of the room, looking for clues. Dust motes danced in the air, and she forced back a sniff. God, don’t sneeze, don’t sneeze...too late. Snot and a poorly stifled “Aachoo!” cane from the Latina’s lungs.
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Post by Dawn "Dee Dee" Dreemurr on Sept 8, 2018 1:42:38 GMT
Dawn didn't dare to move as she heard somebody else sobs echoing from the walls. And then she heard movement. There was somebody. Right by her side. "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" the girl wanted to yell as somebody tried to remove the sack from her head, while she was shaking it vigorously. “Aachoo!” wait, that was... a familiar voice. Esme? The blond finally dared to open her red from the tears eyes. Esmeralda! Dee Dee rose from the ground on her knees and embraced the raven-haired girl in a warm hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. Sadly the tape around her mouth prevented her from talking, so the girl paused from hugging for a moment and ripped the tape away, letting out a sharp moan. "Esmeralda," she let out softly, sobbing uncontrollably. She was happy to see her after... all that she heard have happened.
[The key fit the lock! Inside Peyton could find: - a pretty silver closed casket; - Kent's business card;
- Madonna's notes about June 11, 2018. Starting from this day - random students who attended clubs during summertime were bullied and forced into uncomfortable situations by an unknown suspect;
- Reports from students' parents about the "unknown prankster", even though there were more than a few reports - none of them stated that the kid was hurt/killed/committed suicide. - A list of possible suspects - "prankers". Lots of names (some of them were familiar such as "Alexader Attiyah" and "Misha Charisse Quinn") were crossed out; - A note written by a red pen that stated a reason why "I, Veronica Kishi" wanted to quit her job as the drama teacher. The reason was simple - "I am not suitable for this job". The date on the note was June 13. - Another note that was written by a red pen by somebody else than principal Truman. The note said: Item: a closed casket]
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Post by Peyton Cross on Sept 8, 2018 3:20:31 GMT
Peyton heard a small click. Success! At last something was going right! She opened the drawer and inside was a bunch of papers and items. She rummaged through it, completely focused and not paying any attention to Esme and Dawn. I just need some answers.The first thing she picked up was a business card. A man by the name of Mint Kensley. By the looks of it, he seemed to be a detective. A detective? What on earth would Madonna hire a detective? She frowned and kept digging. Next were a bunch of notes, with a chillingly familiar date: June 11th, 2018. So the day WAS significant. But…the notes didn’t say anything really important. Nothing that was unusual anyway. Just students who were bullied by…unknown suspect? It seemed like regular high school nonsense to her. Everyone gets bullied, but this felt different. This day was important. This day an “unknown suspect” had risen. The raven haired looked further and found reports from parents about the suspect. It still seemed off to her. None of these reports said anything serious. People get teased and embarrassed all the time. So why all the fuss over it? A list of people caught the teen’s eye and she saw all of the school’s known pranksters written down, some crossed out. Madonna, she assumed, was obviously trying to solve a mystery. Discover who was constantly harassing people in the school. She even suspected Misha and Alex. This was apparently very important to Madonna. The paper trail of the suspect ended there, as it appeared the principal failed to find the culprit. Next was a note in red pen, written by…. Miss Kishi?! Peyton pressed her face against the note, reading every word closely. It…it was- “A resignation?” she thought out loud. The raven haired wasn’t mistaken. On June 13th, merely two days after the mysterious June 11th, her drama teacher was informing Madonna that she was going to quit. She didn’t really give an in depth reason for it either. It was…odd. And then…the last piece of paper. It was written with the same red ink and the same handwriting as the previous note, obviously it leading to the fact that Veronica wrote it. But as Peyton read further…she felt her stomach churn. All of these were dates of different attempts at suicide. “She…she wanted to kill herself,” the raven said depressingly. Two things on the note caught her. Both of them taking place during the month of June. - June 1-7, 2018, I tried to perform a ritual. - June 13, 2018, 24 stab wounds. A ritual? Like…a SUMMONING ritual? But demons aren’t real!That’s what Peyton always believed anyways. She never saw any reason to think the supernatural was real, at least not until now. But is she really supposed to believe that this is all Miss Kishi’s fault? That she summoned a demon and had doomed them all before the school year even began? Something didn’t add up. Not to mention the apparent 24 stab wounds on June 13th. It was then Peyton realized a pattern in all of this. June 11th was the missing puzzle piece. She has everything except for THAT day. Something happened on that day…but what? One item remained in the drawer…a small silver casket. It was only about 5 inches big. What would such a small casket being doing in a teacher’s drawer. As much as she desired ignorance to be bliss, Peyton knew this could help her lead to answers. She put her hand on the top, and opened it. [Peyton tried to open the silver casket]
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Sept 8, 2018 3:35:47 GMT
Esme snuffed. A mumbled noise came from her peripheral vision. Great. Peyton and her were stuck in yet another game. Gosh, whatever was mad at them, it needed to get a life! But then thereca ripping noise. A tearing noise that could have been her trust. Instead, a squeal greeted her.
”Esmeralda!
DeeDee was glomping her. As relieved as Esme was, it poured hard rock salt into heavy wounds. With DeeDee’s life being soared, someone else had tied. She hugged her back, whispering quietly,
“Hey, DeeDee.”
After a while, she pulled away, continuing her search for clues. A click of a key opening a drawer sliced through the silence. Peyton found something. Something big, so big she had voiced it aloud. Someone had tried to kill themselves..
“Miss Kishi or Madonna?” Esme asked, forgetting that she was trying to give Peyton space. “Earlier when I was in here I found documents talking about Miss Kishi being dismissed. They weren’t signed...”
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Post by Dawn "Dee Dee" Dreemurr on Sept 9, 2018 2:46:45 GMT
Dawn felt empty and lost. All of the bubbliness that kept her determined was crushed into pieces. For a moment the girl quietly sobbed in her friend's shoulder and, without a word, finally let the raven head go, wiping away the tears and smudged mascara.
Still, in shock, she slipped down into one of the beige couches, not paying that much attention to what Esmeralda and Peyton were talking about. She just sat there, her body leaned forward, hands covering her mouth in disbelief, staring into nothingness. She heard voices. She felt the rope around her neck. And then that sharp ear-piercing noise and a crack. Did, did Emery...
She didn't dare to ask. She just kept sitting staring at the beige wall in front of her, tears silently cascading down her face.
[The casket didn't budge!]
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Post by Peyton Cross on Sept 9, 2018 3:03:40 GMT
“Miss Kishi or Madonna?”
“Huh?” Peyton turned around and saw Esmerelda standing over her. She must’ve overheard her talking about the suicide bit.
“Ah, Miss Kishi.” The raven haired fished out the piece of paper from her pile, listing the dates of suicide, “Take a look at this. She wrote it. She uh…she must’ve gone through some pretty tough times during that divorce.”
As Peyton gripped her hand on the casket lid, it didn’t budge. Stuck. No not stuck. Locked. Again. It was then Peyton remembered. She had another key. A key of the same color as the casket. She gripped her hand around, took a deep breath, and found the keyhole. She turned the key…and braced herself.
[Peyton used the silver key on the casket]
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Post by Administrator on Sept 9, 2018 3:25:43 GMT
Inside the silver casket on a red velvet pillow lay a ceremonial knife with a carved handle in the shape of a snake that eats its own tail. It was about 3 inches long (about 8 cm). You still could see dried blood on the blade.
Item: a ceremonial knife - -2 health for anybody who is hit by it and -1 sanity for everybody who attacks another character with it.
[!] Post order is still the same: Peyton - Esme - Dawn
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Sept 9, 2018 6:09:49 GMT
The smell of salt was mingling the win the metallic scent of blood. These were tears. Tears being shed from Dawn and leaking onto Esmeralda's front.
Pennies and salt. It was the perfume of the school it seemed. The face of honest men being thrown into a fountain leaked by tears of everyone. It didn't matter what those tears had been shed for, some sick person was making wishes using coins that were considered lucky, when really they were just a measly one cent. A one cent that could have saved a life. Or bought a way into the head of someone. How many pennies were thrown in the fountain of salt now? Some people were getting by, but at what cost? A cost that would never be bought by pennies...or at least, a mountain of them. Those pennies would be baptised with something that promised a drink. Instead, the water was impossible to drink.
Esme gave Dawn one last reassuring smile. The energy of the blonde was practically sapped from her body. She joined Peyton by the desk. The pixie cut girl was still at the desk, and offered her a sheet of papers.
"Take a look at this. She wrote it. She uh…she must’ve gone through some pretty tough times during that divorce.”
She leafed through the notes. Wow, these had been kept under tight lock. Her eyes widened when she recognized a name. Mint Kinsley. She had spoken with him. Legit talked to him. She gave him only small answers, had said Madonna was hurt. Apparently, he was connected to Miss Kishi, too. A date popped out on it; June 11th, 2018. Esme pulled out her phone. Dawn had said their phones had been frozen to this exact date. It was still the same.
She flipped through some more. A list of possible culprits in regards to bullying. A handwritten note by Miss Kishi about resignation, dated June 13th. The next was what Esme assumed was a confession. As she read the number of stab wounds, she heard something click. Peyton had found something else.
That something else was cryptically beautiful. The knife was imposed in the famous "hope and despair" symbol on the hilt. The dried blood, dark red on silver, glinted.
"Mierde," Esme cried. She made a quick sign of the cross. Miss Kishi had said she had been summoning a demon. Peyton must have found the knife used in the ritual. "Summoning a demon goes beyond basic divorce crises...this...this is insane..."
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Post by Dawn "Dee Dee" Dreemurr on Sept 9, 2018 6:56:53 GMT
Why are we still here?
Dawn looked forward but didn't see anything but the blur of her tears. The mascara stung her eyes and the tears made her blind. With shaky hands, she took off her dirty yellow sweater, turned it inside out and wiped away the makeup residues.
How could this become her reality?
She looked down on the ruined sweater and let it slip down on the floor. She didn't care that she felt cold. She didn't care how hideous she looked right now. She just still couldn't believe she kept on existing after... that.
Why though? What's the point? To suffer. To survive? For WHAT?
We will work together - you said. We will find your friend - you lied. You lied. You kept fucking lying to yourself! WAKE UP, DAWN! FUCKING WAKE UP! This isn't a family trip to a local country fair. This is NOT okay! You are NOT okay!
Dawn blinked, letting one single tear run down her cheek as she quickly wiped it off, sniffing quietly.
Nothing is okay.
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Post by Peyton Cross on Sept 9, 2018 7:00:57 GMT
It clicked. Peyton held her breath and opened her eyes. Whatever horrifying thing she was imagining wasn’t at all what was inside the box. Instead, it was knife. It had a carved handle, in the shape of a snake it seemed, eating it’s own tail. It was only 3 inches long, so a relatively small knife. Dried blood remained on the blade, making the raven haired wonder who’s blood it was…and who was the one wielding the knife.
The knife was too fancy to be a kitchen utensil and a dagger, but too small to be some type of sword. She came to the conclusion that it was a ceremonial type knife…the one you’d use in a summoning ritual. She frowned.
“Mirede,” Esme said, “Summoning a demon goes beyond basic divorce crises.”
“No kidding,” Peyton responded, “Wonder what made her do it."
Peyton hooked the dagger to her belt and decided to look around a bit more, hoping to find more clues.
[Peyton made a perception check]
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Sept 10, 2018 0:59:49 GMT
"No kidding. Wonder what made her do it."
Esme managed a humorless chuckle. You said yourself, she was going through a rough patch through the divorce. Desparate times call for desperate measures I guess."
She slumped down by the couches. A yellow bundle of cloth was sitting by her feet. She picked it up and studied it. It was a school uniform vest stained jet black and smelling heavily of salty tears. They marks were fresh. Judging from the simpering going on close by, there was a clear answer who it had belonged to.
"Here," she reached over to the desk and handed Dawn a wad of tissues, "Goth makeup does not look well on you."
A bad joke to say the least. She was feeling like a Goth right now, with her mind on death and despair at every which turn. Even talking about demon summoning being just a reaction to a divorce was a bit light even for her. As Esme stood, she did take not that Peyton...well...looked uncomfortable, and it wasn't just from the loss of her best friend. How long had that been there? Time may have been frozen, but it was still a long amount.
"Peyton," Esme reached into her pocket. The silver box was still there. She breathed in relief. Good. She could make herself somewhat useful. "You don't look good. Here," she opened the box and set one painkiller on the desk. It wasn't much, but hopefully, it would aid injuries.
[[OOC: Esme gave Peyton one of her painkillers. She has one left]]
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Post by Dawn "Dee Dee" Dreemurr on Sept 10, 2018 16:43:28 GMT
Dawn took the tissues with gratitude and gave the raven-haired girl a small, reassuring smile. "Thank you," she whispered with her lips only and wiped the rest of her "new look". She looked back at Peyton, who was still busy looking around for supplies and what not.
"Peyton," Esmeralda addressed the girl. Oh, no. She would probably join them and that means... Confrontation. Dawn nervously tugged at the rim of her skirt. "I-" she whispered in panic. "I will be back in a minute!" the blond uttered an excuse and, without hesitation has left the room.
Dice result: 1D10 => 4 Failure; you didn't find anything useful.
Dawn has left the room. New post order: Peyton - Esme - Peyton
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Post by Peyton Cross on Sept 14, 2018 0:41:33 GMT
Peyton failed to find anything more useful, but in her search she failed to notice Dawn’s absence. She stood on her feet and turned to face Esme, as she was the only other person in the room.
“Where’s Dawn?” Peyton asked.
It didn’t take her long to figure out she left. The raven haired came to grips with the realization that she was so focused on her grief over the loss of Emery…she didn’t really consider Dawn’s feelings. Dawn was there on the chopping block, and had the same amount of risk of dying as Emery did. Probably didn’t help how Peyton was on the opposite team, trying to save her friend. The blonde must’ve thought she had blamed her. But how could she? Dee Dee was a victim. They were all victims.
Peyton sat in the principal’s chair and put her face in her hands.
“I don’t know what to do anymore,” she groaned.
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Sept 15, 2018 17:50:51 GMT
“Considering what she just went through, she probably went to get some air,” Esme answered. She brushed off the dust and began pulling out the couch cushions, checking under the upholstery. Maybe there were runes or clues to whatever spell Miss Kishi did for the weird ritual. “And be careful with the knife. Who knows what sort of weirdness is on there.” Abuelita hadslways told her stories of ghosts and demons and how they could make anything a dangerous weapon. There was already something attacking phones, a weapon would be something else entirely.
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