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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Sept 7, 2018 13:40:24 GMT
– Misha.
The redhead jolted. Stunned, she slowly turned around at the call of her name, simply to be met with the sight of Emery and… Dawn, the girl she barely had the time to meet before Andrei…
Misha winced.
– What are you two doing here? – she asked, clearly shocked with this sudden encounter. The last thing she remembered was talking with Tara and Esme. – Not that I’m not happy to see you are fine, but…
– Sparkling.
– Uh?
She turned her attention to the blond with a surprised frown. The woman simply looked at her, her face and emotions closed. Cold.
– What was that f—
– Bewitched.
It was Emery’s turn to speak up, her features equally expressionless; when she looked into her eyes, Misa saw no light. No life.
She took a step back. Something was off.
– What’s… gotten into you two?
– Sparkling.
Okay, this was just weird now. And kinda eerie. She took a second step away.
– Stop that, you’re weirding me out.
– Bewitched.
– Stop.
She remembered her conversation with Alex, warning her against strange encounters like those. Another with Peyton, and her tale of some students, including Emery, acting so out of place.
– Sparkling.
– I said stop.
– Bewitched.
– Shut UP.
This felt like one of those times where she should turn around, run and never look back. This didn’t feel right. But her body refused to move.
Her friend’s voice now came from all around, buzzing into her mind, drowning her thoughts. Drowning her. And always those same words.
Sparkling. Bewitched. Sparkling. Bewitched.
Sparkling
Bewitched.
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Misha woke up with a start, and a now familiar white nose and headache. Her relief, however, was short-lived, and died as soon as she looked around. She had been relocated again. And she was all alone. Misha sighed, slowly moving to her knees. This was getting kind of old now. Massaging her neck and shoulders, she instinctively inspected her surroundings and looked for something useful, trying to avoid thinking back to her dreams. If she was the next to go cuckoo, she would do so with the most absolute phlegm. For now, what mattered was making the most of this room, find other students (if it even mattered at this point) and, above all, look for Alex. She had felt slightly more at peace knowing where he was at all times, but now… she had the awful feeling he wouldn’t be on the other side of the nearest wall anymore; but she needed to keep a clear head and do all she could to protect him and her fellow classmates; even more when she just knew he hadn’t told her the whole truth about his condition. Feeling a disagreeable sensation on her face, she touched it to find something harsh and sticky, like… coagulated blood. She pouted in disgust. Okay, FIRST finally clean herself from this repulsive and messy reminder of her past failures, THEN save the world. Priorities. Thankfully, she recognized this place as the computer lab, and, in the printer, she found some paper; it was anything but ideal, but it was something, and she tried to wipe herself as well as she could manage without getting a paper cut, trying to make a map of the school in her head; if she wasn’t too far off, there must be a bathroom not far from her position. Hopefully with water and actual paper towels. That would be her next stop. Taking the time to give a look around before she left, however, Misha observed the place, looking for anything useful. Enough of laying around doing nothing and feeling sorry for herself; now was the time to investigate.
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Post by Administrator on Sept 8, 2018 1:11:50 GMT
Misha felt a vibration in her pocket. It was Andrei's phone. The newest notification said:
In a new direct messages app Misha could see a last opened conversation:
The files that Andrei attached to his first message were provocative photos of random women in their underwear.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Sept 16, 2018 7:23:28 GMT
She was only five feet away from the door when she suddenly stopped, her entire body frozen in place. In her hear rang a sound she hadn't heard in days and hadn't missed one bit: the vibrations of a new message on her phone. She hesitated. She knew more than well what this meant, and she was more than tempted to ignore it with disdain; on the other hand, she didn't want to be punished, and there wasn't exactly anyone around for her to abuse anyway. On the other, she didn't want to give their captor the satisfaction of acknowledging his existence. And yet... Misha glanced down, phone in hand. She had always been a curious one. To her surprise, it wasn't her device but Andrei's that buzzed, and this realization made her bite her lips in thought. No tasks had ever come from this... Only eerie news that made her question what she thought she knew of a man she once held dear. And she didn't need more of that. Not now. Yet, and despite her better judgment, Misha opened the device and looked at the screen, anxious. To her initial shock, it was a pretty normal notification; so normal, in fact, that it took her by surprise. It wasn't all there was, however, and she silently clicked on a new app, well aware that, to this day, it had never opened to her. Today, it did. Misha blinked as she read the messages, a farandole of emotions playing on her face; first surprise, then incomprehension, doubt, until, finally, she settled on a mix of disgust and disbelief.
Had... Andrei... Taken perverted pictures of students around the school? Students like her? Trying to shake away her initial shock, she allowed her eyes to quickly fly over the words once more; no, it didn't seem like he had. But he had been tasked to, by someone who seemed more than pissed with his lack of collaboration. Enough to hurt him? She remembered his last words, before he'd fallen to his presumed doom. Was... This what he had been referring to? But... How was any of this related to everything going on? Was all of this the work of someone punishing Andrei for his misdeeds; but if so, why include them all? If their captor was the same person who wanted Andrei to abuse their trust... Why include male students, then? Misha sighed. This didn't make any sense. Not even remotely. Part of her thought the two situations had to be related for Andrei to have reacted the way he did; but it just... Didn't match any of the supernatural torture that had happened since then. Then... Why did she feel like Something WANTED her to see this?
She let out a small snicker as she gave another looks to the pictures on her friend's gallery. Some of those weren't even of real women, made of bone and flesh, but of animated ones; no wonder his commissioner hadn't been fooled. Yet... She felt her heart twinge as she was forced to think back to her friends last moments, when they still thought that it had all been but a natural disaster and the rescue would eventually come for them. Poor Andrei; sweet, gentle, friendly, not very bright Andrei. In what kind of shady business did he get himself involved? And she who had hoped for him to still be alive... For how long had he been down there, with no medical attention, no food, no water? If he hadn't been rescued since, then by now... She looked down. She had never realized how fast she was to reject a reality she didn't like until she'd been brought down here. One never ceases to learn new things about themselves, apparently. She played around with the apps for a few more minutes, trying to look for any clue she had yet to see, without anything coming to mind. There had to be something, though. Something to help her understand... If this message had appeared now, did that mean that... Some kind of connection had been rekindled? Either naturally, or... Because someone wanted to talk to her? It was a long shot, seemed ridiculous and might even be dangerous, but... It was worth a shot. You don't get nothing for nothing. Opening the messages app once more, her fingers traveled over the keyboard. A very simple message was written, and sent. Might as well get to the point. As she watched if it brought about any results, an idea popped in her head, and she reached for her own phone, opening her own messages app. The last one she'd sent was to insult their puppeteer. Surely he would be thrilled to hear from her again. |
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Post by Administrator on Sept 17, 2018 12:25:51 GMT
The moment Misha hit send button, her phone received two messages in a row from a new unknown number. The first one being a smiley face.
And the second one stated:
In a moment after the girl got the messages, it happened that the phone glitched and turned off on it's own.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Sept 17, 2018 20:45:27 GMT
The device was still in her hand when it vibrated, and she jumped a little at the unexpected occurrence. She had hoped (... Maybe "hope" wasn't the most appropriate word) for an answer, but didn't actually think she would receive any, and certainly not this fast. Her message had barely sent, how could whoever had received it, read it, typed and forwarded their reply so fast already? At first, all she received was a simple, somewhat ominous smiley face that she didn't know whether to feel threatened or frustrated with. She tensed a little despite herself; the last time she'd tried speaking to "them", she had been greatly punished for her impudence, and she wasn't certain how accurate the glee of that "smiley" face was; for all she knew, it was but an expression of sadism for things to come. And yet, nothing came. Except for a second message. She barely had the time to register the words or glance at the sender's phone number before her machine glitched and turned off in her powerless hands. Misha swore, audibly. Great, now technology was failing her too. Frantic, she reached for the power button, trying her best to turn the phone back on; and as she did, she thought back to message's words. Wrong number. Now that she thought about it... She could have sworn the sender was different from the one their torturer would use before; even thought she had contacted that one specifically. And yet, another had received it. And from their words... More than a wrong number, she had reached the wrong person. But how? And most importantly... Did that mean there were TWO people manipulating them down here? A few days ago, she would have gladly believed it; how many people could it take to carry this many unconscious bodies around two floors of a destroyed school? But now, with how... "Supernatural" everything had become... How did TWO mysterious entities make sense in all this? How did the second have access to the first one's messages? Did they work together? Against one another? Which one should she be most afraid of? Did it matter? Sighing, Misha looked down at Andrei's phone. Still functional, but nothing new for her to freak out over. At this point, she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Ah. Maybe she should just take a panty shot, see how the online pervert liked it. Vainly, she tried to think of something else to send to her mysterious interlocutor, but... It had all happened too fast for her to remember their number, and she cursed herself for that. Way to waste away clues. Silent, she took a few more seconds to think. Contacting Andrei's secret boss wasn't getting her anywhere, their old captor wasn't responding and the new one possibly just killed her phone. She didn’t know what else to do. She wasn’t even sure if this meant messages were sending again, if it was still only for the freak people, or… Well, it was worth a try. Of course she had to think of that AFTER her phone died. Well, there weren’t many phone numbers she knew by heart, but she could think of a few: Alex, Emery, Naya, and her tutor, Nancy. Almost reluctantly, she created a group from Andrei’s phone, and tried sending out a very simple message.
Who knew, this device seemed to have been the subject of more strangeness than all others combined, maybe it could even manage to reach other students. |
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Post by Administrator on Sept 19, 2018 18:40:14 GMT
A minute later Misha heard a beeping sound coming from Andrei's phone. Both messages that she tried to send earlier were now marked as "read". |
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Sept 20, 2018 16:46:45 GMT
The reply on her phone had been so fast that, naively, she had hoped for the next one to be as quick; to finally be able to get her mind off things, if anything. To know if her friends could receive her words. Reply to her. Communicate. But nothing. Nothing, until a beeping sound, filling her with false hope, rang in her ears. She looked down. Sent. But no replies. And no signs of anyone desiring to, either. She couldn’t even know which of her friends had received it, and which were still in the dark.
Empty, she sighed. Of course. Shaking her head, she slipped both phones back in her pockets, with a longing glance to her own; though it had brought her much dismay, it was still one of the only attachments to the real word, her freedom, she still held, and she had the dreading feeling it would never work again. Giving one last searching glance, feeling a little drained, she prepared herself to finally exit the room. She needed water, or a tissue, or anything, and she needed them now. She wouldn’t keep the blood marking her face a moment longer.
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Post by Administrator on Sept 21, 2018 16:16:47 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 6
Success; you found a clue!
Lingering for a moment inside the room, Misha looked around for supplies. After an unsuccessful research, her attention got drawn to one of the broken computer monitors. It seemed like somebody has touched the dusty surface and left a "message" that said:
Half of the letters were erased or illegible. The moment Misha approached the monitor to take a look at the message closer - it lit up with a static image, a bright word was beaming from the monitor, blinding and startling the poor redhead.
It said for a half a second before turning off again. No matter how hard Misha would try, she wouldn't be able to turn any of the computers back on.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Sept 22, 2018 12:34:02 GMT
It took a moment for her to notice that one of the monitors had particular marks of dust on its screen; like any other, true, but in a peculiar pattern. As she moved closer, wondering how she hadn’t seen it before and blaming it on her business with the different phones, she lowered herself with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what appeared to be words without moving too close; enough devices had misbehaved in front of her for her to be wary of them. As soon as she did so, however, technology pursed his quest to fuck her over as much as possible, and she quickly moved back as a single static image of a word flashed before her eyes. Suddenly, the computer turned off. She hesitated for a few seconds, not keen on coming this far to be electrocuted, but she carefully pressed the button to turn it back on; with no success. Refusing to risk it, she finally took a few more steps backwards, and pondered on what she had witnessed. Because the message might have disappeared, but not fast enough for her not to see it. It took her a few minutes to get it from memory, but what she finally came up with was this “This isn’t real. I’m just a machine destined to accomplish my mission” Which in their situation, either meant that they had all been trapped inside some crazy alternate world, which seemed less and less unlikely by the second, or that they had been trapped by someone crazy enough to believe it and make it so. So all in all, only good news. She wished this could even still worry her, but she was starting to feel desensitized to all this craziness; and there wasn’t much she could do about it right now, alone and dehydrated. So, with one last pondering look to the now inert computer, she shook her head and turned around; nothing else of value was in this room, and she had a bathroom to get to.
~END OF THREAD~
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