Introduction
D ᴇ ʟ ɪ ʀ ɪ ᴜ ᴍ
❝ Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs sɪᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜs ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ❞
❝ Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs sɪᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜs ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ❞
In the old days, the dark days, people didn't realize how deadly a disease love was. For a long time they even viewed it as a good thing, something to be celebrated or pursued. Of course that is one of the reasons it is so dangerous: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly,or make rational decisions about your own well-being. (That's symptom number twelve, listed in the amor deliria nervosa section of the twelfth edition of The Safety, Health, and Happiness Handbook or, the Book of Shhh as we call it.) Instead people back then named other diseases - stress, heart disease, anxiety, depression, hypertension, insomnia, bipolar disorder- never realizing that these were, in fact, only symptoms that in the majority of cases could be traced back to the affects of amor deliria nervosa. Now though, that we have the cure, it gives us the chance to be safe. Safe and free from pain forever.
After the procedure, your heart will always be beating steadily in your chest. It will always beat out that same rhythm, not skip or jump or swirl or go faster, just womp, womp, womp until you`re dead. Many people are afraid of the procedure; some people even resist. There are some people who aren`t afraid of it though, and would have it done tomorrow, but you have to be at least eighteen, sometimes a little older, before the scientists will cure you.Otherwise the procedure won`t work correctly: People end up with brain damage, partial paralysis, blindness, or worse.
Before you get the procedure, you have to go through the evaluation. During the evaluations four evaluators will examine you for close to two hours. Your evaluation is your final test after all of your board exams, and the academic assessors will analyze your strengths and weaknesses and then assign you to a school and major. The evaluation is the last step, so you can get paired. Evaluation Day is said to be the exciting rite of passage that prepares you for a future of happiness, stability and partnership. In the coming months the evaluators will send you a list of four or five approved matches. One of them will become your husband/wife after you graduate college (assuming you pass all of your boards of course. Girls who don't pass get paired and married right out of high school.)
Of course we aren`t yet totally free from the deliria in the United States. Until the procedure has been perfected, until it has been made safe for the under-eighteens, we will never be totally protected. It still moves around us with invisible, sweeping tentacles, choking us. People have seen countless uncureds dragged to their procedures, so racked and ravaged by love that they would rather tear their eyes out, or try to impale themselves on the barbed-wire fences outside of the laboratories, than be without it.
Several years ago on the day of her procedure, one girl managed to slip from her restraints and find her way to the laboratory roof. She dropped quickly, without screaming. For days afterward, they broadcast the image of the dead girl`s face on television, to remind us of the dangers of the deliria. Her eyes were open and her neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, but from the way her cheek was resting against the pavement you might otherwise think she had lain down to take a nap. Surprisingly, there was very little blood- just a small dark trickle at the corners of her mouth.
They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness. That`s bad enough. The Book of Shhh also tells stories of those who died because of love lost or never found, which is what terrifies many people.
The deadliest of all deadly things; love. It kills you both when you have it, and when you don`t.
Yᴏᴜ Mɪɢʜᴛ Wᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ Kɴᴏᴡ...
⊰ Fifty years ago the government closed the borders of the United States. The border is guarded constantly by military personnel. No one can get it. No one goes out. Every sanctioned and approved community must also be contained within a border -that's the law- and all travel between communities requires official written consent of the municipal government, to be obtained six months in advance. The borders around every approved community consists of electrical fences, ⊱
⊰ For the most part, the government has been successful. We haven't seen a war since the border was closed, and there is hardly any crime, except for the occasional incident of vandalism or petty theft. There is no more hatred in the United States, at least among the cured. Only sporadic cases of detachment - but every medical procedure carries a certain risk. ⊱
⊰ The Fourth of July is the day of our independence, the day we commemorate the closing of our nation's border forever. ⊱
⊰ There is one unmistakable sign of someone who is cured: the mark of the procedure, a three-pointed scar just behind the left ear, where the scientists insert a special three-pronged needle used exclusively for immobilizing the patient so that the cure can be administered. People show off their scars like badges of honor. ⊱
⊰ The deliria is a curse which all humans were punished with because of the original sin of Eve and Adam. ⊱
⊰ Every so often people make mistakes concerning the deliria; it's biological,a result of the same kind of chemical and hormonal imbalances that occasionally lead to Unnaturalism, to boys being attracted to boys and girls to girls. These impulses, too, will be resolved by the cure. ⊱
⊰ After their cure, in the absence of deliria nervosa, some people find parenting distasteful. Cases of full-blown detachment are few. ⊱
⊰ After the cure, everyone marries as soon as they are done with their education. ⊱
⊰ It's extremely unusual for people to dream once they've been cured. ⊱
⊰ Another side effect of the cure: People often change their habits afterward, lose interest in their former hobbies and things that had given them pleasure. ⊱
Tʜᴇ Iɴᴠᴀʟɪᴅs
Even though the government denies it, there are people who live in the Wilds; the unregulated land that exists between recognized cities and towns. They don't see love as a disease, and they don't believe in a cure. They think it's a kind of cruelty. We are not supposed to know about the Invalids. They're not even supposed to exist; supposedly, all the people who live in the Wilds were destroyed over fifty years ago, during the blitz. However, many existed, and when some people develop the deliria, they somehow find a way to join them.
The Invalids, as we call them, sneak into the nearest city and stage some sort of protest every couple of years. Little do we know, there are many more of them than we think; living among us, pretending to be one of us. We call these people sympathizers; Invalids that have found a way to blend into established communities. This is how Invalids manage to slip in and out of society.
In the Wilds, Invalids have made small little societies of their own. Living in old houses that somehow survived the blitz, hunting, gathering, and sometimes managing to get supplies and information from established communities. What they`re trying to do is unknown...
So far, the government has failed to rid the country of the Invalids, and it is the single blemish on the administration, and the system in general. So we don't talk about them. We pretend that the Wilds -and the people who live there- don't even exist. It's rare to hear the word even spoken, except when a suspected sympathizer disappears, or when a young diseased couple is found to have vanished together before a cure can be administered.
Tʜᴇ Pʟᴏᴛ
Their mom had actually had a bad case of deliria; she had been deeply in love with their father. When it came for her to be cured, the procedure went smoothly until almost a year later they had realized something. The procedure had never worked, all because of how much she loved that one man, the six sibling`s father. In an attempt to make everything better, they brought her back to the labs, and tried the procedure again.
But to no avail, it failed, once again.
During the childhood of the six Strickland siblings, they were loved dearly by their mother. They knew that there was something wrong with her though, since every other mother they saw never showed their kid any love, any extra attention. They only gave the kid what was needed; care, food, and every other responsibility they had to deal with as a parent. It was never out of love though; it was just out of the duty they had once their kid was born. It was all because of the cure, which always had failed to affect their mother.
They would make sand castles on the beach, she taught them all to swim, on some nights, they`d even dance around the house in their socks. She always hid the little acts of affection she would give to her children, since she was worried that the procedure might possibly work at some point.
By the time their mother was dragged back for a third procedure, their father had died. He had always found his way around the cure, since he had been an Invalid. To make everyone think he had the cure, he had given himself the three pointed scar under his ear with a little knife, deceiving everyone that he was safe. Their mother had been heartbroken; even though she always hid it around her children. Sometimes one or two of them would find her crying in her bedroom, covering her mouth with the pillows to muffle her sobs.
During the third procedure, they had denied to put her to sleep, thinking the anesthesia might`ve been the reason why the cure never worked for her. Once again, however, it failed once again.
One night, their mother had known the regulators had been coming to bring her to the labs again, for a fourth procedure. Before they had a chance to get her, she had left the house and, as everyone says, committed suicide, leaving being only a simple note to her six children;
`I love you. Remember. They can`t take it.`
Even though the regulators had suggested to send them off to an orphanage, their Aunt and Uncle then took the six children in, even though it became a struggle after that to support a household of eight. They were grateful though, for if they had been sent off to an orphanage, no one would ever want to adopt six siblings of a sympathizer.
During all of this, over in the Wilds surrounding Portland, six other siblings have grown up as Invalids; the Makota family. Their father and mother had been deeply in love, and to be together, they fled off into the Wilds before either of them had to get the procedure. For years the two lived wonderful lives, trading to get supplies from other Invalids, and just enjoying their freedom; a world without walls everywhere they went. By the time their mother was 42, and their father was 43, the couple had five children, and another one coming. However, two months before the due date, the father was caught by the electric fence of Portland, and was dragged off to the Crypts, and put in ward six. He died about three months later from insanity.
Their mother was crushed, and two years after giving birth to her last child, she died. It was then that the oldest tried to take her place, trying to fill the void she had left in some of them. With the help of a few other Invalids, they managed to survive well enough. After around five years of going from homestead to homstead, they went off deeper into the Wilds, only to find an abandoned house, well furnished, in fact. They then settled down in this house, and even now, they still do.
Up to now both families have completely different lives, the Makota family living in the Wilds, slipping past Portland`s border every now and then for supplies or information, while the Everett family lead normal lives; reading the Book of Shhh, wondering who they will be paired with after the cure, going to school.
But when the two families meet, and the deliria starts to develop between some of them, will some of them give up everything they have, and even risk their life, just to be with the one they love? Or will they wait for the cure, hoping the deliria won`t hurt them?
Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs
For the pairings, it should be simple. Everett 1 and Makota 1, so on. Easy enough, right? :)
Everett Sibling 1 | (female) | 52 days till her cure | 2 days until her evaluation | She is the oldest and is very close to her brother. She enjoys running with her friends, and she hopes the cure will ease the rest of her family from the pain of losing their mother. Even though she is 18 years old, almost nineteen, at that, they postponed her cure for her nineteenth birthday. She is currently studying on her own, since she`s not allowed to enter college uncured. She accidentally runs into Makota sibling 1 on one of her runs, and after then, she starts seeing him often around town.
Everett Sibling 2 | (male) | 73 days until his cure | 20 days until his evaluation | He is the second oldest, having just turned eighteen years old. Knows his family like the back of his hand, and has seen Makota sibling 2 around town every now and then. Has a bad feeling about her, and has developed a strange hatred towards her, but slowly starts wondering who she is, and what makes her so distant from everyone. Deeply believes in the cure.
Everett Sibling 3 | (male) | 240 days until his cure | 67 days until his evaluation | He is seventeen years old, and twin of Sibling 4. He is very protective of her, and he`s not a big fan of how curious she can be sometimes about the Wild and illegal topics. He hopes their cure date will come soon so his twin will be safe from dangerous thoughts. Meets Makota sibling 3 when trying to find his sister when she gets stuck out after curfew.
Everett Sibling 4 | (female) | 240 days until her cure | 67 days until her evaluation | She is seventeen years old, and twin of Sibling 3. She`s rather small, and can sometimes be curious about the Wild and other topics that are found illegal. Meets Makota sibling 4 when stuck out after curfew in a dangeus storm. Has believed in the cure for all of her life, but slowly starts to wonder about it.
Everett Sibling 5 | (male) | 504 days until his cure | 450 days until his evaluation | He is the second youngest, at 16 years old. He has actually been infected by the deliria for a while now, in love with a girl from St. Anne`s Girl Highschool. In a brief meeting, he discovers Makota sibling 5 knows about this, and starts to become friends with her, hoping she won`t tell anyone about him being infected. Is starting to hate the thought of the cure.
Everett Sibling 6 | (female) | 857 days until her cure | 800 days until her evaluation | She is the youngest, at 15 years old. Sees a glimpse of Sibling 4 being led home by Makota sibling 4 one day, and ends up admiring him. Doesn`t notice Makota sibling 6 for quite a while, even though he`s around her a few times.
Makota Sibling 1 | (male) | Already thought to have had the cure. Secretly made the scar himself with a small knife. | He is the oldest, at 19 and a half years old. Has an ID in Portland. Notices Everett Sibling 1 a lot on her runs, and has liked her for quite a while. Slips in and out of Portland the most.
Makota Sibling 2 | (female) | Already thought to have had the cure. Secretly made the scar herself with a small knife. | She is the second oldest, turning 19 in 5 months. Also has an ID in portland. Slips in and out of Portland every now and then, usually with Sibling 1.
Makota Sibling 3 | (female) | No cure. | She is 16 and a half years old, and has seen Everett Sibling 3 a lot in her short scarce visits into Portland. Secretly likes him a bit, and is very close to Sibling 4. Meets Everett Sibling 3 face to face when looking for Sibling 4 in the huge thunderstorm. The two work together to find their siblings.
Makota Sibling 4 | (male) | No cure | He is 17, but turns 18 in only 4 months. It`s on his eighteenth birthday that he`ll have to make the fake scar, but he is slightly reluctant to, saying `he doesn`t want to have anything in common with those Zombies`. He`s childish and daring, and only wants love. He loves going into Portland, but is rarely allowed to, so he often sneaks in without permission. One time, when sneaking into Portland without Sibling 1`s permission, he runs into Everett Sibling 4 in the middle of a dangerous storm.
Makota Sibling 5 | ( female) | No cure | She has recently turned 15 years old, and goes into Portland the least. At some point figures out about Everett Sibling 5 being in love, and at that moment falls in love with him. Promises to keep his secret, and then starts to become friends.
Makota Sibling 6 | (male) | No cure | He is 15 years old, but turns 16 in less than half a year. Rarely ever goes into Portland, and when he does with Makota Sibling 4, he ends up noticing Everett Sibling 6 following the two through town a bit, and starts to get the impression that she knows about them being Invalids. He can be very aggressive and short-tempered, but can be passionate.
Sʟᴏᴛs
{ If all the spots are filled, feel free to post in OOC if you want to make a character that isn`t an Everett or a Makota. }
Hannah Everett - Played by ChristyLovesYou
Klein Everett - Played by JokerofSpades
Theodin Jaynar Everett - Played by TwiliXDragon
Skylar Elias Everett - Played by Adoration
Finnigan Everett - Played by Yonbibuns
Everett Sibling 6 - Open
Paul Makota - Played by Erik7622
Alva Makota - Played by Mituna
Annette Makota - Played by confidence
Johann Makota - Played by Colors of Iris
Makota Sibling 5 - Officially an NPC.
Morgan Alistair Makota - Played by TwiliXDragon
Tʜᴇ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ
At the beginning of the roleplay, it will be a regular morning for the Everett family. However, Makota Siblings 1 and 2 are heading over the electrical fence and into Portland to work a bit to get money, and to get supplies. (See OOC thread to learn how they get in and out of Portland.) After getting to the town, Makota Sibling 1 runs into Everett Sibling 1 while she`s on her daily morning run.
While this is happening, Makota Siblings 3, 4, 5, and 6 are at their house in the Wilds. In Portland, it is predicted that there will be a very ferocious thunderstorm when night falls; around 8:30 P.M. Everyone in Portland is required to stay inside, but the Makota family does not know this. While Makota Siblings 1 and 2 plan to head back to the house two days later, sibling 4 plans to sneak into Portland around 8:00 P.M. Sibling 3 knows about this, and confronts him about it. He refuses to stay back, and continues on, gathering supplies to last a day in Portland. Sibling 3 will end up following him, worrying that he will get caught by regulators or regular citizens.
Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Sᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴ
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❝ Alva Makota ❞
Goldilock and one bear.
Goldilock and one bear.
Alva's eyes flickered from the stranger's feet to her own. After a few minutes, she noticed she was trying to get into the same step as him. It was something she would always do with Paul and for some reason she was doing it with that man as well. She quickly came to conclusion that it was to distract herself. "Just fine, miss. Happens all the time," he then answered her question. Her eyebrows shot upwards and she found herself staring at him for a moment.
"How in the world is that just fine?" As she spoke, she shook her head to move her bangs out of her eyes. The rain immediately forced them back down though, much to her annoyance. "Is that what your doctor told you? Have you even seen a doctor?" she continued to ask. He was either naive (or an idiot, as she would prefer to say) or stubborn if he called that just fine. Alva then realized that she was prying without meaning to. Her head quickly snapped to the front once again as an abnormal warmth spread across her face. She wasn't sure where all the questions were coming from. It wasn't like she cared much about the man's personal life or decisions, so why was she prying? Alva's eyebrows knitted together into a frown as confusion set in.
His pace seemed to quicken because Alva found herself falling behind. Ah, I hate the rain, she growled in her mind as she tried to match him once again. She would have no trouble keeping up with him if it wasn't for the rain; it slowed her, tired her quicker, and had her trembling from the cold. Even though she could stand the cold much more than the usual person, it was too much for her — especially with the little protection she had. "No need to worry miss. I just need to get to the store before curfew and then get back home." Her eyes glanced towards him as he spoke. Without noticing, she began to wonder what the reasons were for him needing to go to a store at such hour and during the storm. She decided it must be important if he was risking being out past curfew. She quickly shook the thoughts out of her head though, finding it strange she was even thinking about such things.
"What about you miss? I'm afraid I do not know your name, and you are out awfully late for such a storm." His voice cut her from her thoughts. Her body stiffened immediately when she noticed the attention had been drawn to herself and a million thoughts began racing through her mind in a matter of seconds. His pace slowed down, she noticed, and she knew she had to be careful about her answer. Fear, once again, ran through her entire being but she made sure not to show one bit. Really, Alva didn't see why she should explain herself to him. Yet if he was suspicious, he would be even more if she avoided answering his question. That being said, she knew she had no choice but to answer him.
Her eyes rested one again on him. Unlike most people who tended to look away whenever they lied, she would always look at the person when she lied. "Alva," she said calmly. It felt like she had been lost in her thoughts for more than few minutes but she had reacted after a moment of seconds. "My name is Alva Locke. I'm looking for my brother who hasn't come home yet." Her alias sounded strange coming from her. Alva had no creativity whatsoever so when they were choosing their false names, Alva was one of the last ones to decide. She ended up finally choosing one when Johann, being who he was, made a joke about calling her 'goldilock' and without any other idea, she settled with Locke (she added the e to make her feel like the creative person she knows she isn't). Of course, she didn't tell her younger brother or he would simply never let it go.
Alva turned to face the front once again and her eyesight hit the ground. Before she could even realize what she was doing, the words continued to roll out of her mind. "And your name? I can say the same thing about you being out here, especially with that, um, condition of yours." Alva grew more frightened at that point. This time, though, the cause wasn't the man besides her but herself. Her actions, thoughts, and words weren't hers. She had no clue where they were coming from and the fact that her behavior was that out of place made her fear that she was losing her mind in the storm.
The sound of the rain muffled most of the sound around them; that included the coughing that had started up again. Yet Alva heard the sound of it loud and clear and her body tensed up significantly as an uncomfortable feeling hit her. It wasn't as bad as the one before but Alva's eyes were on him to make sure he was all right either way. She had started to ask him if he was fine but she caught herself before she could make it to the second letter. Her jaw clenched and her eyesight returned to the ground as an uncomfortable feeling hit her. It seemed slightly familiar but Alva couldn't place where it had come from or why — and by how uneasy it made her feel, she really didn't want to find out.
❝ Klein Marth Everett ❞
Introductions of the Wary
Introductions of the Wary
Klein ignored her comment. "How in the world is that just fine?" He had already kicked himself for being mentally short sighted, so her little comment was just the fruits of his inability to think things through. He knew that she wouldn't be able to understand why he would hide something so important from his family, nor that she would get why he hadn't gone to the doctor: if he went to see one, they may deem him unable to be cured, or have to wait until he got better. Worse still, his family would start worrying about his own health, when he really didn't need them fretting over his well being. It was just an episode, and he would get over it. That was what he kept telling himself. After all, it had only been happening for the past 3 weeks. Klein had kept telling himself that 'Next week, I shall go get this checked out secretly.' But he was constantly putting it off due to family matters and school work.
However, regardless of this, his eyes did harden at her prying. He really hadn't a clue why a girl that he really had a hatred for would suddenly be concerned for his health - after all, he had made his suspicions of her quite clear when he ran into her and stared at her weird. If that wasn't an indicator of his inability to trust her, he didn't know what was until he verbally told her. So when he picked up his pace a little, he his his annoyance in the fact that she willingly wanted to keep up with him. It was as if she felt the need to find out all of his secrets in a time span, then disappear before he could get anything out of her.
The rain kept his cold, constant march down towards the earth, causing Klein to shiver a little from the coldness of its touch. If he kept this up, not only would he have a cold, but a cold that caused him to cough. Not a good way to hide his own coughing problem when he caught a cold that made him cough. He glanced sideways at the lady beneath him - by quite a bit, mind you - and noticed that she had stiffened instantly at his own question at her name. He gave a small smile, and knew that he could expect an answer in his near future. When Klein was younger and meeting people for the first time, those that didn't know what to tell him would always get really nervous - as if his height made him scary or something. However, regardless of the fact that they had gotten nervous, they always gave him an answer.
He turned his full head towards her and looked down as he waited for her response. Klein's pace never slowed, but he made sure to check his peripherals just in case he started veering towards a wall. That wouldn't be good - running into a wall with a stranger, injuring himself and becoming at the mercy of the people around him. That wasn't his job, so he refused to do so. It was then that he saw her turn his head towards him and stared right at him, which was somewhat unsettling, since her eyes seemed to be perfectly clear, and yet clouded at the same time. Odd was an understatement. Klein couldn't help but hate the feeling he was getting when he was looking at her. His emotions churned in a weird way, as if he was supposed to regurgitate all of his emotions, along with his stomach. For some reason, the longer he hung around this woman, the more life made no sense.
"Alva," Her voice was calm and steady, with no hint of lying in it. Klein wasn't sure to be impressed with her honesty, or cautious. "My name is Alva Locke. I'm looking for my brother who hasn't come home yet." Klein's face was a little puzzled as he ran his brain through all of the last names he knew from the area. Locke wasn't anywhere close to one of them, so Klein had two options: He could either trust this foreigner, and assume that she was just from another section of Portland and she was lost. Or he could be even more cautious of her, and presume that her name was a lie to trick him into something. He decided to go with option 1, but he would continue to play this cautiously - option 2 was still a factor.
"And your name? I can say the same thing about you being out here, especially with that, um, condition of yours." Klein's body went through a very weird shift. His blood began to run cold at the thought of telling her his name and why he was out there, because it had just dawned on him: She could be an undercover regulator. Klein knew that it wasn't anything concrete - undercover regulators were people used by parents to scare their children into staying away from strangers. However, over the past few years he had become less certain of their existence, since had seen quite a few students get paired up with others for projects, and then suddenly they were gone.
Klein's guard went up, but he knew it would be no good: if she really was a regulator, she would instantly know if he was lying or not. He gave a heavy sigh, and then looked at her once more, his pace still quick. By the look on her face, and the tenseness of her body, she didn't come off as some professional government agent - she came off more as a scared, cold girl. That instantly made him pity her, and he hated himself for it. Here was a girl that he knew something was wrong with, that she could be a sympathizer, and here Klein was, nearly giving her sympathy. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and also to rid his eyes of the water that now was clogging his vision. Knowing he had a choice, he thought about giving her his alias: Marth. If she was a regulator, then he wouldn't be lying, and he could protect his identity that way too. He nearly did begin to speak, but then paused - Klein had done enough lying for an entire year, so with a sigh, he spoke.
"My name is Klein. Klein Everett." There. He now just told the lady that he didn't trust worth a grain of salt his real name. Afterwards, he wished he had given his middle name - he wouldn't be so annoyed with himself if he had. He coughed once more, noticing that she was looking away after his last fit. He looked at her, and decided he might as well continue with the truth. "I guess I am similar to you, since I'm hunting for my sister - curfew mustn't be broken, after all." He added the last part looking away from her, but eyeing her out of his peripherals. Klein wanted to gauge her reaction to that statement, hoping for some reaction to tell him where her allegiance lay.
If anything, he was just hoping that he could get something more concrete on her. Then he turned the next corner, and saw the store a little ways away. His pace did not quicken much, but it was visible.
❝ Theodin Jaynar Everett ❞
❝ Morgan Alistair Makota ❞
❝This is going to hurt, isn't it?❞
❝You got that right. Now give me my sister.❞
❝You got that right. Now give me my sister.❞
How had Annie ended up with this guy, of all people for her to run into. It had to be him, the one who had tried to stab Morgan through the chest not two months ago. Morgan sighed as his sister proceeded to try and drag the guy away from him. Was she nuts? "Annette." He hoped that would sink in. It wasn't often he called any of his siblings by their given name, save for Paul. "I hate to break it to you, but your self-proclaimed "lover boy" here tried to kill me a while back. I don't take too kindly to that. Now get away from him."
Theodin on the other hand, while just as confused by the whole situation, reached out and took a hold of the stranger girls' arm, his grip none too gentle. He smirked slightly as the orange-haired boy in front of him froze. "Well now, isn't that interesting...the both of you are Invalids, then? While I would love to turn the both of you over to the Regulators and watch you endure the Cure," He glanced at his watch and grimaced, "The time is now 9:03 pm, meaning that if caught by Regulators, no matter what my excuse, I shall suffer the same fate as I'm past curfew." Morgan's eyes narrowed and Theodin only smirked, a pocket knife sliding down his sleeve and into his free hand. "I don't think so, Invalid. I want one thing, and one thing only. See, I'm looking for my sister. You're looking for this Johann, your brother, yes? You help me, I let you go, for now. Besides...it would be such a shame to watch the Regulators have their fun, when I could just do it myself."
Morgan grit his teeth. This was one hell of a situation, bad no matter how you looked at it. However...he'd over-powered this guy once, he could do it again. By the way he was holding himself, his leg was injured, and Morgan could use that to his advantage. But only if Annie stayed out of the way, and right now, it didn't look like she was going to. Morgan shut his eye, and sighed. "Fine. You've got a deal. For now. If you make one move to hurt my sister, I swear, I'll tear your throat out with my bear hands, Regulators or no." To his fury, Theodin grinned. "Very well, I wouldn't have it any other way. Now what is your name, boy? Mine is Theodin. I don't think it would do to continue calling you Invalid."
Morgan's hands balled into fists as he spat out his answer. "Morgan."
The setting changes from Portland to The Beaches
❝ Virginia Hearst ❞
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Pretty pale plastic, shiny shallow shell
Don't do nothing drastic, don't make your life a hell
Smile and wave, smile and wave, flawless strategy
But he knows you know I know it's just an empty eulogy
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Pretty pale plastic, shiny shallow shell
Don't do nothing drastic, don't make your life a hell
Smile and wave, smile and wave, flawless strategy
But he knows you know I know it's just an empty eulogy
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Skylar's brother heaved a sigh, breathless and relieved and colored with something almost like amusement. "Now, that was crazy. You've got good intuition, I didn't even notice how close they were."
Ginny cast him a wry glance. Intuition? More like paranoia. But of course, he wouldn't know, would he? Wouldn't know how everything affected her—the shriveled, unforgiving gaze of the public's eye that seared her dry. Wouldn't know how she would gather wisps of poetry from her heart, swollen with disease; how poisonous words would spill from her hands on her weaker days, pouring out like a horrible, lurid flood. Then again, that was the point. He wasn't supposed to know. No one was.
(Sometimes, Ginny really hated Skylar Everett.)
No matter. The boy probably didn't mean anything by it. It was, to him, a harmless statement. A compliment. A peace offering. So Ginny only nodded and turned her attention back to their surroundings. Her eyes scanned the rocks, searching, searching for—
There. A flash of white. Ghostly plastic. Anomaly of soft wrinkles cradled in the belly of a jagged cave.
The Pop Tarts.
Ginny almost pounced on the darned things, but managed to restrain herself. She shuffled over as primly as she could while clad in thick unwieldy rain boots, then leaned over and scooped it up with one—careful, delicate, controlled—sweep of her arm. The plastic bag was slick with frosty condensation; nonetheless, she clutched at it with the desperate relief of a dying thing. The lumpy tangle of worry in Ginny's stomach loosened, and she allowed herself a slow exhale of relief. Up until then, the world had been frozen in a state of nightmarish chaos. She'd disobeyed her mother, snuck out of her house, broken curfew, held hands with a boy. But it was worth it. If only for these fiendish pastries, it was worth it. The world sighed, thawed out and continued to spin. Life went on.
…And promptly shuddered back to a halt when out of nowhere, Finnegan Everett grabbed her hand and placed. It. On. His. Chest.
On his thrice-damned chest.
It was so very sudden and so very wrong that she almost dropped her Pop Tarts. Thankfully, she had the soundness of mind not to. On the other hand, what the heck was she supposed to do now? Her frantic mind raced, furiously reviewing years of conservative Portland schooling. No one had ever taught her what to do in this situation. What was the appropriate way to deal with…with this? It wasn't like they taught this at school. Unless she somehow missed some crucial portion of the curriculum? "Alright, class, today we're going to discuss what you should do if you're ever ambushed by an insane overly-affectionate stranger at night while sneaking out after curfew to find a bag of misplaced Pop Tarts. We'll go over procedure, emergency protocol, and subsequent therapy. Any questions?"
…Granted, Skylar's brother wasn't a total stranger. He was, well, Skylar's brother. But it didn't change the fact that she barely knew him and he was—oh gawd, he'd placed his other hand on top of hers while she was preoccupied. Hello there, Skylar's brother. Go right ahead, Skylar's brother, I don't mind. Might we hug each other and cuddle up as well? Perhaps we'll dance out into the storm, ride off together into the stormy sunset on the backs of dolphins? Sure thing, Skylar's brother, just remind me to grab my one-way ticket to hell while we're at it.
Staring into the unsettling, earnest eyes of Finnegan Everett, Ginny had no idea what to do. But she had to do something. Each second that crawled by dragged the situation into a deeper pit of awkwardness.
In the end, she did what was most instinctual for her after years of deception: she smiled at Skylar's brother and pretended there was nothing wrong. And if her smile was a bit…artificial, well then—she was stressed, alright?
"Hello?"
Ginny's pleasant expression didn't change in the slightest, but she nonetheless felt a jolt of fear. Regulator was her first thought. It didn't matter that the unfamiliar voice was high and scared and feminine—that could be some sort of ploy to lure out curfew-breaking stragglers. No, she and Skylar's brother were going to stay right here. Better safe than sorry.
But then the voice cried out again and Ginny felt a sliver of doubt. What if this person wasn't a Regulator? What if someone actually needed help? What if the actual Regulators heard the fearful cry? The Regulators would be drawn to their location like vultures to carrion. The person would be caught, and the Regulators would sweep the area based on the logic that, where one rat was, there were bound to be more lurking about in the area. She and Skylar's brother would be found. She and Skylar's brother would be ruined. Immediately scheduled for the Cure, and subject to public scandal. And while she was relatively unconcerned about the Cure, her reputation was another matter entirely. Because more than anything else, Ginny hated disappointing people.
With a gentleness belying her inner turmoil, she removed her hand from Finnegan's grasp. Then—slowly, cautiously—she crept outside their rocky shelter. Peering over the hedge of muddy stone, Ginny could just barely make out the figure of a person. In the middle of a storm. With no cover. A sitting duck.
What kind of idiot—
"I'm sorry. I'll be right back."
Ginny dropped her Pop Tarts and tore out of the cave, fear lending wings to her clumsy feet. She reached the person in a whirl of ragged gasps and backwards glances. Upon closer inspection, the huddled figure turned out to be a miserable-looking, rain-soaked girl.
"Get up," Ginny hissed under her breath, eyes sharp and fearful and darting. "Be quiet—come on—they'll find us—"
Gracelessly, she attempted to tug the girl to her feet. Once the girl had gotten up, Ginny began to scamper backwards, calling behind her as she did so. "Over here—there's shelter—hurry, please—"
Fear and adrenaline were doing terrible things to her breathing and control. By the time she made her way back to the outcropping, her unflappable mask was starting to crack. It was with wide eyes and flushed cheeks that she returned, beckoning the strange girl with her into the dank alcove.
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It's raining cats and dogs, my friend, and no one knows when it will end
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It's raining cats and dogs, my friend, and no one knows when it will end
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The setting changes from The Beaches to Portland
❝ Alva Makota ❞
Tired, tired, tired.
Tired, tired, tired.
As they continued to walk through Portland, her eyes looked around at her surroundings. She couldn't recognize any of her surroundings and it was disturbing her because she knew most of the town quite well. Alva wasn't sure whether she was thinking clearly or the storm was getting to her - or maybe it was the presence of the man besides her that was messing with her mind. She wanted to get out of the wretched place and back home with her family. She wanted to fall into her cozy bed and sleep the troubles away. Instead, she was stuck in storm with a man who she believed to be a threat to her and her family.
There has been a moment of silence since she had asked for his name. He seemed to have a lot in his mind for a simple question; what did a local have to hide after all? "My name is Klein. Klein Everett." He then answered with a sigh. For the first time, she noticed the tired tone of his voice - whether it was because of their situation or something else, at least she knew she wasn't the only one struggling. "I guess I am similar to you, since I'm hunting for my sister - curfew mustn't be broken, after all." Alva gave an automatic nod of agreement that she had developed because of her work. Mrs. Hershaw would always let her leave early because of the curfew so she would always find herself needing to agree quickly in order not to arouse suspicious.
"Of course," she added as they turned a corner. The man besides her, Klein, began to walk a little faster. Alva shifted the bag into her left hand as a way to free her right hand. Confident that her bag wouldn't fall, she allowed her right hand to let go and she used her fingers to push her bangs back. As she did so, her eyes looked around and studied the buildings. "Are we close to that store?" she asked him, thinking it was one of the few reasons that his pace would quicken. It was either that or he didn't want to be bothered anymore. I should probably get going, Alva thought after a while. She could probably wait close to the part of the fence where they entered and left Portland. Paul could be waiting there or at least going there. She just couldn't search aimlessly, especially with the rain. It was wearing her down and her feet were killing her. He should be fine once he gets to the store, she reasoned, knowing she wouldn't have the energy to do anything else. Her eyes began to drop a bit and a sigh escaped through her nose. Just a bit more.
❝ AN N E T T E ------ M A K O T A ❞
"I’m Annette! But you can call me Annie, since we’re friends already."
- Pulling and pulling and pulling, Annette soon realized after a few sharp tugs, was not going to move this guy. Annoyed, she retreated back to his side sheepishly and kept her eyes cast downwards, at her feet. My, she had such pretty shoes on today. She had stolen them a few weeks ago, a fact she refused to admit to anyone, not even Jo. She didn’t like stealing, but... they were so pretty! So far, no one had noticed. She began to hum quietly, underneath her breath, trying to block out the sound of Morgan’s voice. She didn’t want to be lectured, and she wasn’t trying to do something bad. She was trying to help the family, actually! Why didn’t anyone understand her? If Mom had been around, then she would have listened. She wouldn’t have let Morgan ruin everything by -
“... self-proclaimed ‘lover boy’ tried to kill me awhile back. I don’t take too kindly to that. Now get away from him,” her now-hated brother was saying. The word ‘lover,’ of course, grabbed Annette’s attention at once, and she began to cry out in protest, though she was too angry at him, still, for interrupting what would have been a perfect search party. This guy was not her lover! He was her... her savior! Which was completely different. It wasn’t like she wanted to kiss him or anything. She snuck a glance at the boy beside her and began to blush slightly, realizing she was still holding his hand. She let go quickly and brought her hand close to her chest, as if she was protecting it from the rest of the world. This boy was not her lover! No, no, no. Morgan just misunderstood everything. He ruined everything. And she planned to tell him so! Yes, she would.
“You ruin - hey!” Her whisper-shout was quickly interrupted by a harsh grab of her arm, by the boy who was her savior. What was he doing? This had to be some sort of plot, right? But it hurt! Annette narrowed her eyes and began to thrash her arm around, trying to push him off with her other arm. Ooooh, boys just sucked! It was the boys who had gotten her into this mess. She glared at her savior boy and began to punch him. Ouch, that hurt a little. Ugh. This was getting nowhere. “If you don’t let go of me now, I will... I will tell your mom. Or I’ll bite you. Seriously.”
Ignoring her, the boy began to speak. Oh, no no no. He was one of those... those civilized savages. He was going to be Cured! Annette had to save him, in return. She momentarily forgot that, for an instant, he was the enemy, and instead widened her eyes and allowed the flood of sympathy sway her opinions. She grabbed his arm with her free hand, and began to shake him gently as he spoke of a late curfew. “Hey, you should... come with us. You don’t have to be Cured, you know. You can live with us!” Her eyes brightened and she smiled broadly. “Yeah! That’d be fun, don’t you think?”
But Morgan did not look happy, so Annette quickly quieted. He was younger, but... he was still taller. A lot taller. Annette listened closely as they talked, introducing themselves, and giving the trio a mission: to find their siblings. But did Morgan have to come? He was going to make things so difficult; all she wanted to do was make friends with this Theodin! She moved her gaze from Morgan to Theodin slowly, back and forth, trying to understand. Things had gotten confusing very, very quickly. Theodin had... shown a deep sense of loyalty and pure goodness by saving her when he didn’t really have to, when she was weak and humiliated and utterly useless, but he had tried to kill her brother? And now they were speaking as if they were enemies. She couldn’t understand. Why would anyone hate Morgan? Sure, he was tall and wouldn’t help her reach things she couldn’t, and hid the ladder from her (another reason to be mad at him, Annette remembered), but he was her brother, and she liked him. He was funny and honest and sincere and he didn’t have to say anything; he showed his character in his actions. And why would Morgan hate Theodin? A guy who would save her should be a good guy, right?
Annette resisted the urge the sigh. Boys were just so dense sometimes. She shook her arm gently and whispered, “I would like my arm back, please. And I would also like to find my brother. Not him,,” she said spitefully, throwing an angry, albeit weak, look towards Morgan’s way, “just Jo.” She was quiet, for a moment, and suddenly beamed at Theodin. “I’m Annette! But you can call me Annie, since we’re friends already.”
❝ Sᴋʏʟᴀʀ Eʟɪᴀs Eᴠᴇʀᴇᴛᴛ ❞
❝ Qᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ. Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴜɴᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴀsᴋᴇᴅ. ❞
❝ Qᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ. Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴜɴᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴀsᴋᴇᴅ. ❞
Oh boy, she could imagine the look on his face if she did that.
At that very moment, a part of her couldn't help but scream at the boy in her mind, telling him to just leave over and over again. On the other hand, another part of her was almost dying to figure out more about the strange boy. Anyways, if he happened to be someone infected with the deliria, she'd know who to find if she ever got in trouble with the Regulators, right?
"Johann Tallman, at your service!"
Yo-what now? Now, there was no way she'd ever learn how to say that name, even if it was familiar. She'd heard of a few 'Johann' names before— particularly on LAMM, but never before had she actually met someone with the name. Yeah, her name wasn't a name you'd hear everyday either, mostly from a girl, but at least it was actually easy to pronounce her name.
As she was about to ask him how to pronounce his name, she found herself staring at him, at his grin, to be particular. Some strange realization swept over her at the sight of the carefree smile. No one ever smiled like that in Portland—then again, you barely saw anybody smile at all. Not even the cureds smiled that way, even though it was said the cure would make you happy forever. The only person she could recall that would smile like that, in a manner so daring a bold, was...
Her mother.
Once again, her doubts and curiosity started to prod at the idea of this 'perfect world' they were living in, and most importantly, the 'all important' cure.
And there was the all too familiar thought of her mother standing at the edge of a seaside cliff, the waves willing her to come closer.
"What's your name, Roly-Poly?"
Appreciation filled the gaping black hole that was making it's way back up to the surface of Skylar's thoughts when the boy spoke again, preventing further thoughts about the horrifyingly persistent past. Her mind could've gone on forever, coming up with different possibilities of what had happened on the night when her mother disappeared. It would've been like a never-ending whirlpool, dragging her down deeper and deeper until she couldn't bear it anymore, if it wasn't for this Johann boy.
Then again, none of this would've happened if he hadn't had her locket.
At this point, her mind had become blank when she remembered that she was still living in the present. It was even hard to get her mind to grasp the thought of stating her name. She was most likely looking like some lost puppy sitting on the ground, confused and dumbfounded, in the presence of some animal that was going to eat her. The look on her face probably was of utmost unbelief, like this whole meeting was going to ruin her whole life, and she'd never be able to walk around like some normal person ever again. Here was a scene that someone would probably say only came from fairy tail books, with some guy saving a damsel in distress, but in her mind, this whole meeting was not even close to something like that. In fact, the only thing it probably was in her mind was the exact opposite.
"Skylar... Skylar Everett."
It wasn't until after she had replied that the thought came across her mind that she should've probably come up with a fake name. She still hadn't even thought of the fact that he was cleaning up the mess she created, while she was sitting around in the middle of it all though. Her mind was too busy going it's separate ways—first telling her to get away from this insouciant boy, and then telling her to stay and try to get to know him next. One thought did happen to find it's way across her mind though, and of course, like most of her thoughts, it was a question.
"Why did you have my locket?"
There went Awkward Question Number Two, and the welcoming of a whole load of questions to come.
❝ Johann Makota ❞
You Won't Find A More Red-Handed Criminal
You Won't Find A More Red-Handed Criminal
The girl's blank expression at his proclamation did not bode well. Johann gave a dramatic sigh. Yet another victim of his overly flamboyant first name. Here he was, a little guy with a big name, forever doomed to suffer the plight of confused stares and nominal mispronunciation.
Maybe he should have just introduced himself as Jo.
Thankfully, the girl didn't comment, and instead of making fun of his stuffy name, opted instead to introduce herself. Her name, as it turned out, was Skylar. Skylar! That was just a letter away from "Skylark." How cool was that? Forget Blehcap, or Nnahoj, or even Shoemowetwochawcawewahcatowe. "Skylar(k)" had just ninja'ed its way to the top of Johann's List of Most Awesome Names.
Skylar Everett. Skyyyylaaaar. Eeeevereeeett. Wow. The perfect, blissful arrangement of syllables…that there was real poetry. Truly. (No offense, Al.)
As he inwardly enthused on the merits of Skylar Everett's name, Jo continued his valiant attempt at cleaning. After a while, his hand closed around a slightly dented, but otherwise unharmed can of tomato soup. Ooh, a salvageable one! This one was going back on the shelf. No need to thank me, Monsieur Tomato. You're very welcome. And yes, I'm still boycotting you.
He scuttled over to the shelves, stretched upward to place the can back into position—
"Why did you have my locket?"
—and froze. Rather spectacularly, if he did say so himself. He almost fell over, but didn't because he spent way too much time sneaking around and freezing in strange poses to lose control of his balance now.
Okay, so. Locket. Right. There was no way out of this; he'd been caught red-handed. Literally. How the heck was he going to explain this one?
Sorry, miss, but I have kleptomania. It's a dangerous medical condition in which if I don't steal something, I die. Don't take it personally.
No, too callous. And too stupid.
Sorry, miss, it was an accident. Don't take it personally.
True enough, sort of, but it didn't really explain much. And how likely was this Skylar girl going to believe him, anyway? Too vague. Too lame.
Sorry, miss, I was just in the middle of robbing people blind when I randomly had the urge to take your locket, because it's shiny and stuff. Don't take it personally.
No. Just no. Too…too everything.
Johann fought the urge to groan and face-palm. Darn it, this was why he wanted to run away earlier. Stupid chivalry. Stupid guilt. Stupid girl being all curious. Stupid tomato soup, stupid locket, stupid him, stupid everything. Why of why was he still here, cleaning the shop, no less, and not halfway back to the Wilds? Why?
You're an idiot, Shoulder Angel informed him.
Hey, it was your idea to stay here in the first place, Johann replied sullenly.
Yes, but I'm a figment of your imagination. Stupid ideas on my part are, consequentially, stupid ideas on your part.
Darn you, imagination.
The girl, Skylar, was still waiting for an answer. Jo glanced between her and the tomato soup shelf and went through an internal struggle of epic proportions. He told himself he was being stupid. What did it matter, what one small girl thought of him? It wasn't even like he lived here; he was an Invalid for crying out loud! He'd probably never see her again, and they'd part ways with Jo content in the knowledge of a good deed well done (sort of) and Skylar content in the knowledge that some people in the world were just jerks. They'd brush off the encounter, get on with their lives, and eventually forget the whole thing even happened. An inconsequential random event in the vast cosmos of random events. No harm done. Right?
It would be so simple to just bolt right now, but for some mysterious, inexplicable reason…Johann really didn't want the girl to dislike him.
Making up his mind, he set the can down with a determined thud.
He would do this.
Time to pull out the big guns.
(Courage, Johann. Courage.)
"I'm sorry!" he wailed, swinging around with his hands clasped in a way that screamed please-have-mercy-on-my-soul. "I didn't mean to take away something so important to you, honest! I swear it on the moon and stars!"
With the air of a desperate person, he fired his Puppy Dog Stare at her.
"I was gonna return it as soon as I realized—ran over here as fast as I could—I'm just so, so sorry, and I apologize, and I'm so sorry, and I feel like a terrible person and I'm so, so sosososo sorry, please forgive me!"
He finished the emotional speech with a flurry of repeated kowtow-ings, until he realized that the floor was still wet. Semi-cleaned, perhaps, but still smothered in the blood of lifeless tomatoes.
…Darn it.
❝ Klein Marth Everett ❞
An Expected Surprise, and the One that Wasn't.
An Expected Surprise, and the One that Wasn't.
Klein's pace seemingly began to have an affect on his little companion - she seemed a little less enthusiastic to keep up with him as he rounded the corner and noticed the shop. He took the time to focus on it as he neared the little place, and even though it was still raining heavily, a small smile reached his lips. Klein truly did care for that little store, regardless of the arguments over inventory, the feuds over cleanliness, and the battles for shifts that made working there a chore. The people that entered were normal, everything inside there was normal: the store itself was predictable. There was none of this 'random-girl-that-you-just-met-and-could-possibly-get-you-arrested' type of thing, just normality. It was one of the main reasons he believed in the Cure, if he was to be honest with himself: it was completely straitlaced, no twists or sudden changes. It could be counted on as predictable and honest, unlike that... that.. crap that mom was infected by. His mood soured quite a bit as his train of thought switched to his parents, so he shook it away and focused on his goal.
"Are we close to that store?" Klein nodded, and spoke curtly. "It is just up ahead." His tone was that of facts, nothing more - the rain had probably washed away any sentiment of his voice that he had placed in it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was grateful for the lady's company in this journey. True, he would have been much more thankful if he knew who she was, or if this was a pre-determined trip, but never the less a hint of gratefulness was there. Klein snuck a peak at her through his peripherals, and noticed that she seemed to be tiring of traveling with him, which he had to admit was all for the better. No matter how thankful he was, it would be better if they went on their own separate ways soon - he hopefully finding his siblings, and she hopefully doing the same and both of them returning to their daily lives. It was weird to admit that he still had a gut feeling of anger and wariness around her, but it was even more weird to think that he constantly saw her on the streets, and yet came to hating her outright. He shook his head - That is what the cure is for: ridding us of these petty emotions that do not, and cannot make sense.
With that thought strongly in his mind, he reached the store and stopped abruptly as he heard a noise coming from inside. Now he was torn - either regulators were in his shop, and he would be seriously screwed if he opened the door, or Skylar was in there. Talking to someone. Klein narrowed his eyes, seriously confused. Either his mind was playing tricks on him, or there was a male voice coming from inside the shop. At least, it sounded quite male, but it was hard to differentiate from the two genders when the voice was... crying? Whining? Wailing? Klein hadn't the word that he wanted to use to best describe the voice coming from inside. Regardless, it wasn't Skylar's voice, so now the situation changed from earlier. Either a burglar was inside the store whining about their products - HEY! - or Skylar and a boy were talking about something while avoiding the Regulators. Klein had a feeling that it was the second option, since the first didn't seem very likely. Or plausible, for that matter.
Klein would have continued mulling it over, knowing he would have to go into the store eventually to find out, but a flashlight and the stomping of boots stopped his thinking cold. Here he was, standing with a random miss, outside of his shop, where a whiny male voice had recently just stopped. Now, to make matters worse, the Regulators felt it necessary to make their rounds over by the store at precisely this time. Even in the quick fear he felt, Klein couldn't help but let loose a sigh of discontent. Oh, bugger. This isn't going to go over well, now is it. Ignoring any comment that Alva may have made by now, he turned to her, and said quickly ""Well, no time to waste." With that - and Klein assuming that Skylar had unlocked the door to get in, or at least he was praying she did - Klein grabbed this mystery woman Alva by the arm (she really was quite light, if he had to make an observation), turned the handle of the shop, and dragged himself and Alva into the darkness. Klein didn't even bother to think that maybe the Regulators were going to continue forward instead of turning, he just acted as smoothly as he always did.
Klein wasted no time getting to the spot in the corner, dragging the poor Alva along with him. Since he had been in this kind of situation many times before - saving your siblings was quite repetitive, after all - he had a spot he knew exactly where to hide his massive frame: right beside a shelf. Apparently, Regulators never looked in the front corner of a shop, where the window and shelves just ended. There was a little nook tall and large enough for him to stand behind, and even watch the regulators. So, he moved with the speed and grace he always did, except for the girl he was dragging with him. When he finally got into the place and had Alva pretty damn close to him, it all hit him in the face - here he was, dragging a stranger he just met into his store, and was trying to conceal her against his own body. Pretty damn awkward, if Klein could think it straight through. The only reason he had for doing all of this was drilling through his head, keeping him sane through the next few moments: She could be a spy, she could be a regulator, it doesn't matter: if she got caught out there, she could rat on me and the store's inhabitants, and so help me I am NOT leaving my family alone, like before.
Klein watched out the window, listening for footsteps and watching for lights, until it became apparent that the regulators went down a different road. Any speech made by Alva at this time was greeted with a simple "Sh.", nothing more. After a few seconds, he turned his head back, and once again noticed that they were too close for his comfort level. He quickly mumbled an apology. "I... uh, well, I'm sorry for dragging you in here on such short... notice." Klein looked away, and then eased himself out from in between the shelf and the small bit of wall. It was then that he spied two little human beings through the darkness, and finally noticed the destruction of the little shop. A thick red liquid - Klein prayed that it was Tomato Soup or something - covered the walls, the counter, and a bit of the window. He hadn't noticed that before.
When Klein had finished assessing the damage, his face becoming harder to read as he did so - he finally turned back to the little silhouette that appeared to be his sister, and a silhouette of a boy. It hadn't occurred to him that he was probably standing about 6 feet taller than the two on the ground, which may or may not make him look like one of those massive shadow monsters people talk of, so he continued standing at full height. Instead of saying something like 'Thank God I found you', or 'I was worried! Now where are the others?' he had to go and say something like this in a harsh, yet extremely worried whisper.
"Now what in the Blazes has been going on in here, Skylar!?"
❝ Alva Makota ❞
Walking on cold rage.
Walking on cold rage.
The area they were in was a bit too unfamiliar for Alva's comfort. Usually when she came to Portland it was straight in and straight out. Meaning, she would go directly to where she had planned to go and then leave just a quick. It was all caused because of her fear of drawing attention to herself. That being said, Alva avoided the kind of neighborhoods where everyone knew each other's faces in order for others not to question her presence.
"It is just up ahead," Klein answered her question from before. Her body couldn't help but relax a bit as she let out a silent sigh of relief. Her honorable but idiotic act would be finished soon and her search for Paul would continue. A slight frown tugged at her lips at the tiring thought. At least where she was she had a destination in mind. Searching for Paul without a clue to where he might be was too exhausting for her to even think about.
They seemed to have arrived to the store because Klein came to halt. Alva stumbled a bit but managed to regain her balance and stop right along side him. It seemed her legs had gotten accustomed to walking and they felt like they were vibrating now that she had stopped. Alva's eyes glanced over to Klein and she was about to tell him that she should be going her own way now but a noise caught her attention. A strangely familiar noise that was coming straight from the store. Her eyebrows drew together as her eyes stared at the store with a troubled look. It sounded too familiar; almost as if she had heard that noise all her life. No, it must be some stupid cat or something, Alva reasoned in order to calm her nerves since there was no possible way that the only person she knew that could make that noise was in Portland, in that store, without permission. Her thoughts came to a pause as she suddenly realized it was possible — especially if it dealt with that person that she had in mind. Alva found herself caught in the middle of trying to hope that her family didn't choose that day, of all days, to become stupid morons who don't listen to their older siblings like good children should do and the fact that there was no way anyone or any thing could make that noise except her dear little Kleptomaniac brother, Johann Makota.
She had been too busy with the million thoughts in her mind to notice the flashlight and sound of footsteps coming closer to them. Alva only broke out of her trance when she heard a sigh leave Klein. Her eyes seemed to immediately snap towards him and for a second she forgot what exactly she had been stressing over. Just then, she noticed the light breaking through the screen of falling rain. Her body stiffened like a rock like it always did when she caught sight of any regulators. Alva couldn't even began to think about what to do or say because Klein's voice stopped her from panicking. "Well, not time to waste," he said so calmly that it surprised Alva. He then proceeded to take her by the arm, open the store, and pull her with him inside the building. Instinctively, Alva tried to free herself from his grip. She couldn't remember the last time someone other than her family touched her and the fact that it had affected the pace of her heart both worried and scared her. It was a futile though, seeing as the man was huge compared to her and it really didn't help that most of her strength had been used to push her through the storm.
"H-Hey!" she hissed as quietly as she could but loud enough for him to get that she didn't want him dragging her along. Her face had changed temperature drastically and her heart only seemed to quicken. She wanted to free herself from him because at that moment all of her attention was focused on the spot where he was grabbing her arm and that thought was unbearable. What the hell is going on with me? Klein didn't put any mind to her and moved straight to a corner of the store. He seemed to know what he was doing because he headed straight to a large shelf without any hesitation. There was a small amount of space right besides the shelf and soon both Klein and Alva found themselves stuffed in there. Without thinking Alva kept her back pressed again the shelf in order to keep herself as far as possible from the man while at the same time doing nothing to alert the regulators. As much as her efforts were, they were still close considering the amount of space there was to keep them hidden. Her breathing pattern had been broken and become unevenly. Although she wanted to blame it on the fact that everything had happened so fast, she knew that another factor was the close proximity between Alva and Klein. All Alva could hope for was that he couldn't hear the pounding from her chest that seemed to resemble the raging thunder from the storm they were caught in.
"A-Are they...?"
"Sh," Klein cut her off as his eyes watched the regulators through the window that was right besides them. Alva remained quiet after that until he moved his attention back to the situation inside the store. Alva couldn't help but relax once knowing the danger had passed. "I... uh, well, I'm sorry for dragging you in here on such short... notice." That said, he quickly shuffled out from the small space they had been in and Alva followed suit. She settled in saying nothing, not trusting her voice at that moment. Klein didn't seem to have trouble with his, though, because his voice, as much as he tried to whisper, seemed to boom through the building the next second.
"Now what in the Blazes has been going on in here, Skylar!?"
Skylar? Alva's curiosity got the best of her and she stepped out from behind Klein to see what exactly was going on. Her eyes landed on a young girl who seemed to be trying to clean something off the ground. She was young, younger than Alva at least, and she had dark hair with a pair of green eyes. The familiarity that Klein spoke with when he said her name made her assume that she was the sister he had been looking for her. Her eyes then took notice on the other figure besides her.
It was then that Alva froze. It was the only thing that froze too because her insides had begun to boil like the lava from a volcano that was about to erupt. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to channel her fury through the glare she was currently sending Johann. A million ways for her to kill him ran through her head in those little seconds that passed. Forgetting about the presence of the others, her feet began to move her closer to the fool she called her brother. It seemed like her strength had come back because when she grabbed the younger boy by his cloths, Alva nearly picked him up from the ground. "Johann," she stressed his name with all the anger she had inside her. "You better say goodbye to your new friend because it's the last time anybody's going to see you alive!" That's when her anger unleashed. Her grip tightened and she began shaking Johann with all her might. "I mean, what the hell were you thinking?! I didn't know my brother was such an idiot that he would, first of all, disobey his sibling's commands, but put both his life and his family in danger! Oh, I'm feeding you to Tallen as soon as we get home and while she rips you to bits, I'll try deciding which way to destroy whatever is left of you. And once I'm done with you, I'll finally rip off Morgan's stupid hair for letting you get away with this and then choke you with it! Morgan will be pretty pissed by then so I'll let him take his anger on you as well. And let's not forget about Paul! Oh, I can't wait to tell Paul about this so he can kill you — again! And if you're here, Annie is probably out here too so we'll probably repeat the whole damn process for her as well! Damn it all Jo, I'm just so pissed right now that I can't even decide whether I should start your torture by punching you or strangling you!"
Alva was forced to stop describing her younger brother death because of the lack of oxygen. Her breathing had gotten harder as she continued to glare daggers at Johann. It was then that she remembered that the Makotas weren't alone and that she couldn't abuse her sibling in front of people outside her family - what was normal in her family might not be normal for others, after all. Alva's face began to change to a shade of red and it wasn't out of anger. It was more due to the fact that no one but her family had seen her lose her cool like she just did and for some reason she her anger was subdued by the embarrassment. Her eyes flickered from Klein to his sister to the ground before she forced herself to regain her composure. "Ah," she cleared her throat. She quickly changed her grip from the front of Johann's cloths to the back and pulled him towards her; both to make it seem like she was hugging him out of affection and had no intention of harming him and also to keep him from trying to escape. "I'm sorry about... that." She forced one of her best smiles towards them. "That's just how we like to play," Alva added, still with the same smile, and pulled Johann closer into a tighter side hug. "Isn't it, Jo?"
In the air, in-between his teeth, something felt inexplicably strange. He'd always wished for attention and love and people he could trust, and he first thought that if he snuck away from Portland and reinvented himself in ways they couldn't control, then he'd definitely have that little piece of himself to save for moment's like this – in a teeny tiny cave settled into a well-hidden grove by Shell Beach, momentarily trapped because there was some kind of torrential storm in full-swing just outside the cave's jagged mouth. It was in the rhythmic beating of his heart parapumping against Ginny's fingertips, blaring through his own, as if it could transcend straight through her palm. At least, Finnegan had enough sense to know better than to transfer his hand onto Ginny's chest to see whether or not her heart sounded the same, though the flighty thought passed like a diving sparrow, fluttering it's wings back as if it'd stricken a barrier. He was so sure she'd throttle him until he was little more than a jelly-armed mess and throw him into the sea – maybe, she'd apologize to Skylar later, or say she saw him scuttling across the cliffs after a runaway box of Pop Tarts before valiantly falling to his death. She'd have the proof scattered around her feet, where she'd suddenly dropped her sopping wet box.
Why the hell was she holding Pop Tarts? Where had they come from? Was she some kind of magician or something?
Did he stutter or something—
No. Ginny was just uncomfortable touching his chest. Or something like that. This didn't particularly feel any different, did it? He was always slinging his arm around Skylar's neck, pretty much wringing her neck in bear-hugs, until she squirmed away and told him that he better not do that to anyone outside of their house or they'd tattle on him. With all of his other siblings, it wasn't much different, though he tended not to be too affectionate towards the ones who crinkled their eyes, full of irrefutable arguments countering his ridiculously dangerous actions. He couldn't smile too much, or high five them unless they were in the privacy of their own home. All his life he remembered affection, or rather affectionate actions. It was rarer now, but he still treasured every moment. He was the happy one, after all. The brother full of laughter. Finnegan grinned, Finnegan laughed loudly, with abandon, at the stupidest things, and tended to make others follow suit no matter how grudgingly. That was his role.
She was staring at him. He was staring back. That's as far as his memory will go at the moment, because, to be perfectly honest, he was way too caught up in the warmth of her hand, captured beneath his own. His face pulled into a slight pout, but there's something sincere in his eyes, something he's hiding. This wasn't as awkward for him as it was for her because he was used to this. He was used to cuddling up with his siblings and twining his hands through tufts of hair, or locking elbows, recklessly prancing down the street in full-view before disconnecting like they'd just robbed a bank or escaped a troupe of Regulators. All wild-eyed, messy-haired and happy. It was normal. Wasn't it? Maybe one day she'd look at him and find him dazzling. He was the average boy, the boy next door – he definitely didn't have Ginny's unscrupulous grades, or Theodin's knack for doing everything correctly, nor was he fabulous or famous, but he was someone who could figure out their weak points and still, once upon a time, didn't need to raise his fists to get his point across. Things were different, now.
Finnegan's fingers twitched when he heard someone call out to them, effectively loosening his grip on Ginny's fingertips, then allowing them to fall away completely as they were gently plucked. Regulators – how had they found them? A quick snarl transformed his features, wrinkled his forehead and furrowed his eyebrows. Of course, Finnegan had no intention of letting her bumble out into the storm when there was possibly an enemy-in-wait hunched in the shadows, waiting to gobble her up or drag her away to the Crypts. Hunching his shoulders and stalking silently behind her, Finnegan peered over Ginny's head and squinted into the darkness at the hazy figure wandering outside. His hands curled into tight fists, knuckled white, then loosened when he got a better look. Definitely not a Regulator. There would've been lamplight’s strobing across the entire area, searching for unlikely beach-goers.
He very nearly smashed into Ginny before back-peddling gracelessly, realizing that she was trying to drag the sopping-wet-girl back inside. Now, this was ridiculous. Three kids huddled in a briny-cave, hiding from something or another. When they finally stumbled back inside, breathing hard, possibly wondering why the other was even here on the beach at this ungodly hour. The dishevelled box of Pop Tarts flopped to the side, as if judging their midnight caper, drug down by it's miserable-looking corners. He glanced down at it, then back to the drenched schoolgirl – er, well, she looked as if she was their age, anyway. He snatched up her wrist in one quick snap, gripping it above her head, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Who are you? Are you some kind of Regulator-in-disguise? A snitch? A rat? Speak up, lady–”
Baby I'm in love and maybe it's not to tell
Only thing that I can do is hold it in, hold it in
I was told that I'm a man now and I'm not allowed to cry
The only thing that I can do is hold it in, hold it in
Only thing that I can do is hold it in, hold it in
I was told that I'm a man now and I'm not allowed to cry
The only thing that I can do is hold it in, hold it in
The setting changes from Portland to The Beaches
❝ Virginia Hearst ❞
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Snake eyes, in my head
Forked lies, dripping red
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Snake eyes, in my head
Forked lies, dripping red
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Three teenagers, of varying genders, huddled together in a cave. In the rain. After curfew.
Ginny looked from face to grimy face. Girl to boy. Stranger to almost-stranger. She looked at the drab little shelter, at the angry strokes of lightning, at the pitiful scrap of plastic at her feet.
The Pop Tarts were probably dead by now.
Vaguely, she wondered if she should cry. Her grandfather used to say that it made one feel better—called it "having a good cry." From a purely scientific standpoint, Ginny supposed it made sense. Crying released leucine-enkephalin. An endorphin. At least, that's what the school textbook said. Then again, the school textbook had also said that it was a common symptom of deliria—a sign of heart sickness, of emotional breakdown.
Still, Ginny wondered. It'd been a while since she let herself cry.
And then Skylar's brother suddenly flipped into paranoid-mode, and Ginny decided that she just didn't have time at the moment for silly things like crying. Once again, she reached for a neutral expression. Eventually, her breathing steadied, and the flush fell from her cheeks.
“Who are you?" Skylar's brother demanded, grabbing the strange girl by the wrist. "Are you some kind of Regulator-in-disguise? A snitch? A rat? Speak up, lady–”
"Obviously I'm a spy," the strange girl snapped back, apparently irritated with the relentless interrogation. "They're recruiting fifteen year old girls these days, haven't you heard?" She tore her hand away, glowering.
Ginny peered at Skylar's brother with something akin to curiosity—in all the time she'd known him, he'd never struck her as the suspicious type. Then again, he did nearly assault her when she collided into him earlier.
Hmm. Speaking of, she should probably apologize for that.
But anyway; back to the present.
She examined the girl, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she took in her figure. The girl was tall. Dark eyes and hair. Pointed face. Overall normal appearance, and yet…something bothered Ginny. Nagged at the back of her mind like a frantic, insistent flea.
"His concern is valid," Ginny said finally, voice as blank as her expression. "What are you doing here?"
The girl closed her eyes. "Look, I'm just lost. That's all. Thanks for the help—honestly, I really appreciate it—but I need to find my family."
With that, the girl turned to leave. And it was then that Ginny realized what was bothering her.
The girl was unfamiliar. Unfamiliar.
Ginny never forgot a face.
A million things flashed through her mind at once; almost in reflex, her hand snapped out, closing around the rubbery arm of the girl's coat to prevent her from leaving. The girl turned around again, something like surprise flitting across her face, before it melted into exasperation. She opened her mouth to speak—probably in some sort protest—but Ginny beat her to it.
"I don't recognize you. Where are you from?"
Her tone was conversational, masking the acceleration of her heartbeat. For Ginny could think of two immediate scenarios.
Scenario 1—the girl was telling the truth, but the moment she left she'd get caught by regulators, thus leading them to Ginny and Finnegan's position.
Scenario 2—Skylar's brother was right, and the moment the girl left she'd be heading out to rat on them.
Neither situation was acceptable.
The girl had to stay.
Unfortunately for Ginny and Finnegan, it seemed that the girl had other plans. Ginny wasn't exactly the athletic type, you see, and the strange girl had the advantage in height and strength. Before Ginny could fully comprehend what was happening, the unknown girl had muscled her way out of her grip and was dashing across the beach all full speed.
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Won't you look, dear, at my credentials?
Well it's just a faceless figurehead
I've forgotten all those small essentials
In chasing scraps of gingerbread
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Won't you look, dear, at my credentials?
Well it's just a faceless figurehead
I've forgotten all those small essentials
In chasing scraps of gingerbread
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Annette Makota
"I'm sure it'll be alright! Everything will be perfect, you just wait and see."
Lucy Everett
"Don't think it's right, just because the majority agree."
Hannah Everett
"Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must."
Virginia Hearst
"Walls have ears."
Johann Makota
"Well, I guess I'm just awesome like that."
Klein Everett
"Basically, the cure is the only hope for mankind. I mean, why else would it be called a 'cure'?"
Alva Makota
"The trick is to make them believe they want it more than you do."
Theodin Jaynar Everett
"Nothing in this life is worth dying for. There's nothing there after death. So live long and live happy. The Book tells us how to do that."
Paul Makota
"Family, Humanity, God. For these I make my stand."
Morgan Alistair Makota
"Just because a law is passed does not mean it should be followed. Some rules are meant to be broken."
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Skylar Everett
"Can't you only be happy if you're unhappy sometimes?"
Morgan Alistair Makota
"Just because a law is passed does not mean it should be followed. Some rules are meant to be broken."
Paul Makota
"Family, Humanity, God. For these I make my stand."
Klein Everett
"Basically, the cure is the only hope for mankind. I mean, why else would it be called a 'cure'?"
Hannah Everett
"Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must."
Lucy Everett
"Don't think it's right, just because the majority agree."
Johann Makota
"Well, I guess I'm just awesome like that."
Alva Makota
"The trick is to make them believe they want it more than you do."
Annette Makota
"I'm sure it'll be alright! Everything will be perfect, you just wait and see."
Theodin Jaynar Everett
"Nothing in this life is worth dying for. There's nothing there after death. So live long and live happy. The Book tells us how to do that."
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Skylar Everett
"Can't you only be happy if you're unhappy sometimes?"
Theodin Jaynar Everett
"Nothing in this life is worth dying for. There's nothing there after death. So live long and live happy. The Book tells us how to do that."
Paul Makota
"Family, Humanity, God. For these I make my stand."
Lucy Everett
"Don't think it's right, just because the majority agree."
Annette Makota
"I'm sure it'll be alright! Everything will be perfect, you just wait and see."
Morgan Alistair Makota
"Just because a law is passed does not mean it should be followed. Some rules are meant to be broken."
Hannah Everett
"Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must."
Alva Makota
"The trick is to make them believe they want it more than you do."
Virginia Hearst
"Walls have ears."
Klein Everett
"Basically, the cure is the only hope for mankind. I mean, why else would it be called a 'cure'?"
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The Beaches Owner: RolePlayGateway
The Beaches - Shell Beach, Back Cove, Oahu Park, Coronado Bay, Longtail Bay, and more. Some are located in Portland, some in the Wilds.
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Portland - A well established community, except for the scarce occasions of the deliria here and there.
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Portland ↪ WillowWisp Street and the Everett's House Owner: RolePlayGateway
WillowWisp Street - A rather poor street, where Aunt Carol and Uncle William's house is located.
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The Wilds ↪ The Makota's House Owner: RolePlayGateway
The Makota's House - "I wonder how much longer the tree on the house will stay up? Hey, maybe the tree you're refusing to come out of will fall as well, Morgan!"
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Downtown - Pretty much self explanatory.
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The Wilds Owner: RolePlayGateway
The Wild - The mysterious land behind the electrical fence.
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The Labs - Once you leave this place, you will be a completely different person...
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Theme Songs
by Adoration on Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:49 pm
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Theme Songs
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Relationships { IC Thread }
by Adoration on Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:49 pm
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Relationships { IC Thread }
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Reservations
by Adoration on Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:22 pm
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Reservations
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Suggestions and Discussion for the Roleplay
by Adoration on Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:11 am
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Suggestions and Discussion for the Roleplay
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Symptoms of Amor Deliria Nervosa and the Lies
by Adoration on Mon Oct 22, 2012 9:25 pm
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Symptoms of Amor Deliria Nervosa and the Lies
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Places { IC Thread | Kind of Important }
by Adoration on Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:33 pm
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Places { IC Thread | Kind of Important }
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The Crypts { IC Thread }
by Adoration on Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:31 pm
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The Crypts { IC Thread }
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Daily Life, Laws, & Evaluations { IC Thread | Important }
by Adoration on Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:25 pm
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Daily Life, Laws, & Evaluations { IC Thread | Important }
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