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[iAishiteruu]

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xxxI'M NOT THE SAME GIRL I WAS BACK THENxxxI'M DIFFERENT. I'VE CHANGEDxxxTHIS IS ME. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!
xxxI'M NOT THE SAME GIRL I WAS BACK THENxxxI'M DIFFERENT. I'VE CHANGEDxxxTHIS IS ME. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!
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It was cold. It was hot. It was painful. Floating in and out of consciousness. Mabel was barely able to keep her eyes open, no matter how much she tried to forget about the searing pain that kept on stabbing back at her in her head, her head ache would just get worse. It was like someone hitting her head with an iron hammer ten times, thinking hurt. Not thinking hurt. She was sweating, she was shivering all at the same time. Could her body just get a break or something? Muscle aches, giving up in her attempt to regulate her breathing properly. Heavy breathing, as if gasping for air every second. Let out a frustrated groan, why was she letting such a thing control her? Why was she being so weak at such a point in time? It was dark. It was hard to breath. Why couldn't they have thrown her down else where? Although, at least one main thought was dismissed, feeling somewhat relieved knowing that Victor was okay and knowing that he was here.

The feeling of his chest rising and falling, sounds of annoyance and pain uttered from his mouth. He was alive at the very least. But even if she needn't worry about her classmate anymore, it still didn't aid in forgetting her pain. "It hurts." she complained softly, her body wanting to shut down, her eyes closing, wanting to drown in the darkness, to let it envelope her. Who cares, she may as well be dead anyway. She didn't have any strength. She didn't want to think or even see Tara. She wanted it to all go away with a click of a finger, if only none of this had happened. If only Tara didn't approach Victor. If only John didn't get jealous. If only. If only. If only. But what else can you do? These were just all excuses, the truth stays the truth. They were alive. They were kidnapped. And now they're needing to survive. So why? Why couldn't she get up and try to find a way out? Why was she being so lazy all of a sudden?

Victor's painful cries audible. Mabel shifted slightly when he did, disliking the uncomfortable positioning when he moved, giving out a sigh and a soft "Mabel's here." in response to her name being called out again once more, a half asleep response. Beginning to tune in and out of their conversation in the dark. Dead? Did he just say that he thought she was dead? Ignoring his thought and feeling assured and safe when fingers brushed against her face, causing her to drift further into dream land. "Cave? Is that where we are...." trailing off, not really giving second thoughts in her answers or second thoughts in what the male was saying. "Land." repeating his last words, as if to show that she was listening to him, even though she wasn't. Feeling a light tugging at her long hair but not bothering to confirm what it was, but it wasn't like she particularly cared at this moment.

Another sharp pain. The female's body immediately reacting. Holding in her breath and staying deadly still until it subsided. Only for this process to repeat several times. "Why won't you let me sleep?" she asked out loud in irritation, meaning to direct the question to the head ache that came and left, continuously bothering her. Feeling more bothered when the warmth underneath her began moving, beginning to gasp for air again, subconsciously holding her breath in for way too long, the girl's cheeks burning and bright read in the blackness, a pained expression sewn on her face. "I want to breathe too!" she argued breathlessly when Victor told her indirectly that he wanted space to move and free himself from her. "Don't move!" she said, her tone a bit too demanding and forceful. "Please don't," this time stating so in a softer tone. Another pang of pain rang in her head, her heart beating wildly, without knowing, Mabel hugged the male tightly, clinging to his body when she felt a hand land on her back. Releasing her grip when the pain went away again. Tired of all the "exciting" treatment her body was receiving. A slight shiver was sent down her spine as their skin made contact. A cold hand and a warm body caused her to let out quiet winces. The tightened grip around her waist both reassuring and painful. "It hurts, go away!" wanting to push the male away but his hold on her wouldn't allow it.

Next a cold hand was placed against her forehead, another shudder and more sweating. A direct, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" was shouted, echoing across the room, writhing in pain from the loud banging in her head. Writhing in pain from the sharp stabs to her brain. Unable to keep focused on Victor completely, ignoring every word, every grown and every curse that was aimed towards her. Rolling off the warmth and on to the dampness on the cave floor, puddles splashing at her feet. "I'm not going anywhere!" she let out with a wince of pain. She really didn't want to think. but regardless of her disputes, she was carried up into a standing position, the female leaning against Victor's body as he half dragged himself and her ahead in to the darkness. Even though her body was on the verge of shutting down completely, her legs and feet continued to act, allowing the female to walk alongside the male with difficulty. It was kinda like she was sleep walking, half conscious, still murmuring to herself, injuries and pains keeping her alive and barely awake. Why wouldn't everything just leave her alone? She didn't ask for help. She didn't ask to be bothered. She just wanted everything to slow down and just stop for a moment. Mabel was drowsy, everything spinning around her. Caught in a cyclone of darkness, insecurity and confusion, unable to walk in a straight line, unable to keep herself up without the support of Victor at her side. Occasionally tripping over herself and tumbling forward, falling face first into the rubble and mustering her strength to get back up again. THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT IT TOOK!

ooc: D: Short. I feel sad T^T

[iAishiteruu]

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Having fun at your party Mist?
;D

[iAishiteruu]

Was gonna stay up late to talk to you again but it seems I fail at staying awake XD

RIKA! WHY DID YOU DRUG ME? D:
Rika: Only because you wouldn't shut up ;D

[iAishiteruu]

Been sick and been at home bored to death.
NOOOO!
BOREDOM T^T
Hope you're having an exciting life of school Mist! ;D
With your mountain of homework and all! ;D

[iAishiteruu]

Go mist go ~

[Mistique01]

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Victor Reis

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XX SICK && . TIRED .OF THIS .WORLD,. THERE''S . NO .MORE AIR XX
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere, " xx " waiting, suffocating " xx " no directions "
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere " xx " waiting, suffocating, " xx " no directions. "

XX☂If t h e f i s h swam out of the ocean,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And grew legs and they started w a l k i n g,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And the apes c l i m b e d down fom the trees,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And grew t a l l and they started t a l k i n g.☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●

It was dark.

Victor exhaled slightly, trying to flex his soar muscles as much as possible to get them accustomed to the movements, but he felt cumbersome. For all he knew, there might still have been some of that drug left in his system. Was it a miracle that they were alive, or had this been the sole intention? To get them stranded who knows where? Mabel seemed to be in no mood to move. It was a challenge just to get them into a stable standing position, let alone start moving. "Mabel's here." the only thing he could register with her response was her fatigue. She seemed as if she were half asleep, on the brink of unconsciousness. Why, though, he could not tell. Had they hurt her more than they had hurt him, or was his body just more tolerant to the pain? Speaking of which, t make things worse, he couldn't ignore the heat that her body was giving out; even in the cold, it seemed unnatural. She was sick. Really sick. And it didn’t look like her body was winning the fight against the fever.

Don't move!" her words echoed across the cave, bouncing back to him several times before he tensed. Did it hurt her that much to move? In the dark, he stared at her, trying to see her for the first time that day, night, whatever time of the day it was. Was she wounded? Had she been seriously wounded? The gravity of the situation dawned on him at the moment; maybe she was hurt, in more places than he could see. Maybe she wasn't just sick. "We have to," he murmured to her, stringing one arm around her waist and allowing her to lean on him for support. "Or else we'll die in this god forsaken cave." he scoffed, holding on tightly to her as he dragged the two of them deeper into the cave slowly, as if trying to make sure no unseen rock sent them tumbling again.

And to make things worse, Mabel was in no mood to try to survive.


Cursing a few times, though trying to be as gentle as possible, he was forced to push her forward from time to time. Her ragged breath against his ear was the only thing that worried him slightly as he continued to make their way blindly across the cave. "It hurts, go away! LEAVE ME ALONE!" her scream echoed, stabbing his ears slightly as they had accustomed to the quiet hum of the cave. Scowling, he gave her another slight shove forward, as if a silent warning. "I'm not leaving you here to die! You're going to move whether you like it or not!" he snarled, growling to himself as he took several steps forward. He placed a hand on her forehead again, feeling the burning skin under his own normal temperature as a threat, the ticking in his mind commencing the second his hand came in contact with her forehead. This wasn't good. She was a bit too hot.

The darkness was definitely getting onto his nerves now. Every now and then, Mabel seemed to lose her footing sending her down onto the floor of the cave, Victor having to help her up. After about another ten minutes of slow walking, the sound of the stream came to him again. Silently, he let out a relieved sigh as he stumbled forward, pulling Mabel closer to him. It was wet here, one wrong move and it would sent them tumbling onto sharp rocks which laid unseen in the darkness. But Mabel’s breath was ragged, he doubted she would be able to walk over the ragged terrain now. Cursing silently, he looked around, listening to the sound of the stream getting closer and closer with each step they took before... water. The sudden change of terrain caused him to lose his footing, having gone from rocky to wet and slippery as the both of them tumbled into the shallow stream, water splashing unseen in all directions as a curse left his lips. Sitting up in the stream, the cold water whooshing around him, he stood up, ignoring the shivers that were sent down his spine in hopes that the cool water managed to cool off Mabel, if not a little bit. He pushed himself out of the water, digging through the stream until he found Mabel's hand, letting her wallow in the cold water for a while before pulling her up, his muscles screaming. If it hurt him to walk, he couldn’t imagine what it would be for Mabel.

Making up his mind, he knew that now all he had to do was follow the stream in one direction and eventually it would lead him to a break in the surface where they would, hopefully, be able to climb through. He walked a few steps before his conscience seemed to get the better of him and he pulled Mabel into his arms quickly, and with one swift movement picked her up, wincing several times as the sudden movement sent flares through his abdominal muscles. "Just a little bit more." he murmured softly in her ear, cradling the burning girl to his chest, he took a deep breath, walking forward slowly as to not trip in the water. Somehow, he managed to keep them upright and walking for another twenty minutes, until somehow it seemed that the stream was becoming smaller, narrowing out. He didn’t know whether that was good news or bad news, but it was definitely something. He continued to shuffle forward slightly, when suddenly the stream seemed to become so narrow that it was almost impossible to walk through, and then it hit him."Wait..." the word left his breathless lips, alarmed as stopped in his tracks. Biting his tongue, several curses built up in the back of his throat but he held them down, lowering Mabel carefully to the floor. He bent down, crawling forward on his hands and knees as his hands searched for what he feared they had encountered, his hands feeling across the smooth cave floor and onto the cave wall in front of them, feeling the damp mud that blocked their way. Placing an ear to the mud, he listened for a while, holding his breath, and then he froze.

They had found the exit to the cave, alright.
But it was under a lake.

He jerked himself backwards, the profanities he had held back slipping out of his mouth as he exhaled angrily. "We found the exit, Mabel. We can get out now." he announced sarcastically, shoving his hand into the damp mud and pulling away loose clumps of it, resulting in a new, small stream of water leaking through the wall, much like a dam that was about to burst. "But we're going to have to swim. When I tell you to, hold your breath, and don’t let go of me whatever happens." he said, his voice harsh and stern as he scoured the floor for her hand, finding it and pulling her close. "The minute I remove the mud from this wall, we're going to be flooded with water. If you let go, you'll be carried away by the stream and die." he said, his voice husky. "There's a chance we'll die anyways. When I tell you, take a deep breath. " he murmured sarcastically, starting to pile up rocks behind him as to act as something to push against once he pulled away he mud from the opening to the lake.

He knew the second the mud was removed, water would start to flood in like there is no tomorrow, and he'd have to push themselves forward to get through. Taking a breath to stable himself, he pulled her onto his chest as his hand found the mud again, digging into it until he could almost feel the water on the other side. The hole for them to pass through would be small, but he doubted that if he pushed Mabel into it alone, she'd make it. "Now!" he signaled, sucking in a lungful of air before he dug through the mud, and in a split second, the wall burst where the damp mud had been, water flooding in so that it splashed against the two, almost knocking him out of balance but he kicked the floor, sending the both of them against the current and through the small passage that he made in the wall. Kicking furiously, he gripped the sides of the passage as he pushed the two of them through it, fighting to get out of the current. With one, last, almost futile kick, he got the both of them through the current still tugging at his feet. But this time, they were completely enveloped in water.

They had made it into the lake. Now they just had to find their way to the surface.

xxDOWN DOWN DOWNXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂And the stars f e l l o u t of the sky,☂
xxxxyou're all I wanted XXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂And my t e a r s rolled into the o c e a n,☂
xxDOWN DOWN DOWNXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂I was looking for a reason why.☂
xxxxyou're all I neededXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂You really set my world into motion.☂
xxIve been wondering why its only me
xxxxIm waiting to breathe

[Mistique01]

Oh boo you xd
my mountain of hw has been steadily dwindling.
But its about to get a lot worse ! DX Go Roly Go! ;DDD

[iAishiteruu]

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xxxI'M NOT THE SAME GIRL I WAS BACK THENxxxI'M DIFFERENT. I'VE CHANGEDxxxTHIS IS ME. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!
xxxI'M NOT THE SAME GIRL I WAS BACK THENxxxI'M DIFFERENT. I'VE CHANGEDxxxTHIS IS ME. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!
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It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Everything hurt, it hurt to walk, it hurt to think, it hurt to breath. What was the reason for this fever? What was the reason for Mabel's sudden ill state? To answer that, it would probably firstly her lack of clothes. Remember how she woke up with no clothes on? The number of hours that passed by in that cold cave, lying down on the floor naked with water dripping all over her, this would be one of the main reasons why she was suffering so much now. Also, her sleep deprivation was not helping at all. School then work then a fight? Yeah, that would be quite tiresome. Not to mention the upcoming midterms, Mabel had spent the last few nights staying up late studying for you all know that she's completely hopeless in the academic field. While she may hide her fatigue, several unfortunate factors would give it leeway to be exposed. The building of Stress seems to take a toll on her health aye? I wouldn't be surprised if any grey hairs were found in the bundle of charcoal black that grows on her head. But....lets save that search for another time shall we?

With her body unable to tolerate the cold and rather producing more heat than necessary to fight it, it didn't give the female much motivation to want to move along and save herself from this frosty cave. She'd even forget matters of life and death when she wasn't quite herself. However, this seemed to cause problems for her male classmate whom she is stuck with in this predicament. When Victor explained the situation again, it was all for nothing. Why would she be listening? Why would she? No, she wasn't listening, Mabel was just not getting it, nothing was locking in her mind. "I don't care! I don't want to move!" whining like a child, feeling an arm wrapped around her waist, "Who cares, I'm tired! I don't want to walk!" complaining some more before being dragged along without another argument, the female half obliging and half not to Victor's requests. Although she was leaning and held tightly against the male, occasionally, dragging her feet along or forcing the other to pull along her half-dead weight. Mabel's full extent of her laziness was beginning to sink in although, feeling the rough pebbles scratch against your feet weren't pleasant and it was this sensation that compelled Mabel to regain the motion to walk on her own two feet again before giving up once more, the cycle between moving and not moving was endless.

A slight tug or a slight shove had to be made to budge the stubborn female, there were many instances when the pair would stop, why were they stopping so often? Because Mabel just wouldn't move. There was this one case when Victor snarled at her and deliberately pushed her harder, only for her to fall forward and face plant the floor, screaming out in more pain, "IT HURTS IT HURTS! GO AWAY YOU BULLY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" as if shouting down to the ground would allow her to get the point across. Regardless, the blue eyed male would just help to pull her back up and continue guiding her along to where ever they were going. It was hard to tell with the darkness and all you know? Next destination.....darkness....more darkness and yes, you've guessed it! Even more darkness! Mabel would let out a small insignificant wince of pain or frustrated sigh, as if throwing a silent tantrum, unfortunately for her, Victor knew how to handle the situation well and only ignored her, doing everything his own way. A sick Mabel obviously had no say in anything at the moment.

On the beginning of their journey through the shadows, Mabel's gradual and slow rising temperature wasn't as alarming as it was now, "playboy" checking her temperature practically every minute as if he didn't believe the previous check. An irritated Mabel got quite annoyed quite easily, "Stop touching me you perv! What are you doing! Quit it! It's annoying!" not realising that he was only doing it out of concern, pouting and crossing her arms, continuing to walk not at a faster pace. Letting out a small squeal when she was suddenly pulled back sharply, her burning body once again held close to the other companion. The slight splashing sound and squelching feeling from walking in the new terrain made her shudder slightly. But the duo seemed to now move at a slower pace, the slippery ground made them both slightly cautious, not wanting to fall down and injure themselves further. However, being supported by someone else wasn't the best thing, if they fell you fell, if you fell, they fell. It's just how it works doesn't it?

Mabel let out a scream when the two went tumbling, slipping and sliding into the icy cold waters of a small stream. Everything going numb One thing you shouldn't do when you have a fever is to be "bathed" in such chilly waters. Her heated body fighting even more in order to keep Mabel warm but all was for naught. Although I guess it did kind of wake her up? Shivering, her teeth chattering, her mind unable to comprehend what kind of a situation she was in. The girl simply sitting up, still in the cold waters with her arms wrapped around herself, looking around frantically in the darkness. What on earth was happening? She wasn't in a stream just a second ago! She wasn't this cold just a second ago! Mabel was thrown into deep confusion, beginning to panic but did not know how on earth she should proceed, biting her nails seemed to calm her down only for a slight second. "V-V-Victor?" she let out softly, jumping slightly when something grabbed on to her hand, calming down when she heard breathing, it was only Victor, nothing to worry about. Feeling slightly relieved, the girl allowed herself to be pulled up, her chattering didn't cease even as they began walking again, but it soon all died down when her body once again began shutting down, having had over exerted itself when she had contacted with the stream. Before long, pain began kicking back in.

"Can we please stop?" she asked selfishly, making a pained expression when she was she was sharply pulled to his chest, the sound of his beating heart soothed her, falling more silent. Nodding her head slightly at his whispers, slowly walking alongside the male, her steps a bit slower, her breathing getting heavier, but felt the air of urgency to move, trying her best so as to not slip on the wet floor. As if the girl was sleep walking. Not at all alarmed when Victor lowered her down, allowing her to sit down for a bit, content with this sudden decision out of the blue, obviously tired from all the walking. "Why are we stopping?" rubbing her eyes, asking with a tired tone, granting the desire to fall asleep was very very possible. Smiling and lightly clapping when Victor announced that they had found the exit and they could leave, unable to detect his sarcasm. However, the words "flood" and "water" caused her to suddenly sit up right, shaking her head, and crawling forward to the male, grabbing his arm and shaking it slightly, "Not the water! Please not water!" she begged, not wanting to be overcome by another blanket of coldness. However, no matter, remember? You always ignore the pleas of a sick Mabel since she obviously doesn't know what's best for herself. Letting out a sigh in disbelief when the classmate instructed to take a deep breath when he told her to.

Squelch, squelch.
The sound of Victor's hand entering and pulling away the mud that blocked their so called "exit". Unlike Victor, Mabel had no idea what he meant by flood and the reasoning behind his words. What did anything have to do with water? A quizzical expression sewn on her face when she was pulled tightly, unable to understand what Victor meant by "now!" before it was too late, managing to only take the smallest and the sharpest breath on earth when water started gushing out of the created hole. Water bursting through with a strong current, closing her eyes when the force was a bit too much for her weak body. Opening her eyes slightly when she felt the pressure pass by, looking around in the blue, but it was no time for lolly gagging, her lungs were practically bursting, her body's defensive mechanisms kicking in, taking a hold of a tired Victor and pulling him up with her as fast as she could but the girl was tired, very tired. Weak, hungry, cold, a body battling against a fever swimming through a cold lake, now that wasn't a very good mix now was it?

From where she was, the surface didn't seem far but once put to the challenge it was actually a further distance than what the eye comprehended. Unlike Victor, Mabel had the larger stamina and she was more capable of holding her breath for a longer period of time due to her athleticism but of course, her sickness wasn't helping at all. The pair were only what seemed like twenty metres away from meeting with fresh air when Mabel couldn't take it anymore, pulling along Victor was definitely slowing her down and her had accidentily "breathed" in water, swallowing down water and causing her to cough, bubbles spraying from her mouth. Although, the male seemed to notice the difficulty the girl was having, pulling away from Mabel's grasp and beginning to swim up himself. Mabel, kind of glad that she didn't have to pull him along with her up to the surface.

The first thing she did when she breached the water surface was vomit out all the water she had swallowed, turning away from Victor as she did so. Coughing and sputtering and taking quick breaths, wanting to get out of swimming in the cold as soon as possible, noticing a beach of some sort only a short distance away, motioning to Victor to follow her without a sound and half swimming towards the shore. Mabel was a five metres away from the sandy line when she gave up and began complaining again, "WHY IS IT SO DEEP?" she wailed, directing the question at Victor, "WHERE'S THE SHALLOW END SO I CAN WALK?" however what she said had to be taken to mind. Where on earth was the shallow end? Normally the water gets shallower when you arrive closer to the beach right? So why was it still so deep? "I don't want to swim anymore!" the drenched girl let out, "It hurts! I'm tired! I DON'T WANT T--" before she could finish, she felt a strong tug on her leg, pulling her head down and back under the water surface. Mabel instantly panicking, squinting down to see what it was.

Her blurry eye sight didn't help, she couldn't see anything wrapped around her leg, another tug, this time even harder. Mabel retaliating, and kicking back up to the surface. The invisible force was surprisingly weak and released her, the obsidian haired girl managing to re surface and haul herself up onto the small beach. Her hair dripping, her body shuddering, barely managing to crawl up and away to escape the low tide. Rolling onto her side, practically collapsing into a messy heap of hair undergarments. Trying to regain her breath, tired from swimming. "It's all your fault!" directing the blame at Victor.

Was it just her imagination or did she hear a malicious laugh just before when she was being pulled down?

ooc: Hope its okay!

[Mistique01]

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Victor Reis

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XX SICK && . TIRED .OF THIS .WORLD,. THERE''S . NO .MORE AIR XX
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere, " xx " waiting, suffocating " xx " no directions "
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere " xx " waiting, suffocating, " xx " no directions. "

XX☂If t h e f i s h swam out of the ocean,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And grew legs and they started w a l k i n g,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And the apes c l i m b e d down fom the trees,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And grew t a l l and they started t a l k i n g.☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●

Cold. Endlessly washing over himself as he watched the bubbles float around him, waiting for them to float to the surface before he opened his eyes, staring deep into the abyss of water. Mabel was already swimming to the surface, but something about the water kept Victor where he was, holding his breath, squinting as he tried to look into the water. There it was. The red eye. It stared directly at him though the eye seemed to be too far away to be possible, yet it was so close he could see the pupil, slit like that of a cats. A demons. A shiver went down his spine as he shook the image from his head and he looked around, watching Mabel seem to run out of breath by trying to drag him to the surface. Closing his eyes to protect them from the water as he swam, pushing her away slightly, he detached himself from her and started to paddle himself up to the surface half heartedly. Even though the water was cold and his lungs burned, there was something about it that made him want to bask in it for all time to come, even die in it if he had to. As if were a way of escaping the reality that awaited him. His head erupting through the surface of the water, he sucked in a gasp of air, shaking his head so that drops of water went flying in all directions. And then, he opened his eyes.

The light was so bright it was almost painful; it stabbed his eyes and momentarily blinded him so that he scowled, growling as he closed them again, raising a hand t shield his eyes from the glaring sun. He stayed like that for a few moments, the light entering his eyelids and creating an orange color before his eyes until he thought that his eyes had adjusted to the brightness enough. Opening his eyes for the second time, he blinked, the light bearable now. And it was then that he saw their surroundings. They were at some sort of a beach, not a lake. Which, made no sense whatsoever. If they were at a beach, then this would be saltwater, and yet it wasn't. It was freshwater, clear as a crystal, and yet he could clearly see the sand littering the shore about twenty meters away. How could there be a cave under the sea floor? Shrugging away the thoughts, he followed Mabel when she motioned over to him, swimming closer and closer to the shore, wondering where the hell they were, exactly.

A frown found its way to his forehead as Mabel’s complains about why its so deep came to his ears. "Because that's nature!" he called back sarcastically, rolling his eyes as a frustrated growl came from his lips. Promptly ignoring her, he was only about five meters behind her when her next complain came to his ears. Where's the shallow? He stopped, freezing in place as the thought registered in his mind. No shallow? They were at a beach, there had to be a shallow, unless this was some sort of sea gorge. His brows furrowed slightly as he pondered, when suddenly Mabel disappeared from the surface of the water. Tensing, he froze in the spot, his eyes darting across the surface of the water to try and predict where she could have disappeared to before she was back, looking slightly startled before she flung herself onto the shore. Swimming in after her, he pulled himself up onto the shore, rolling over and staring up at the sky, slightly breathless as he waited for the warmth to come back to him and for the fact that they were finally safe to register in his mind, but he couldn't relax. He stayed tense.

He groaned when she started to speak again, evidently annoyed. "Go drown, then! You should have!" he spat, growling before something caught his eye. Something brown, partially covered with sand. Pushing himself up, he sauntered over to the sand, brushing it off of whatever it was hiding to uncover two pairs of clothes. He stared at the for a whole, trying to process the sight before him, then picked off the clothes that seemed to be the bigger size; his. The pants were dark brown as if to blend in with the colors of the forest. They were capri, quite baggy which resulted in them being flexible and the sort of the pants that mountain hikers wear. Though he had no idea why he would be given clothes like that if they were at a beach. The shirt was short sleeved and black, and without farther a due he put them on, surprised to see that they fit him exactly before stringing the belt through the pants when he noticed something.

There were some sort of straps in the belt, the sort used for hanging daggers or guns.

What was this, some sort of cosplay outfit for those people who were on those type of reality survival shows? Scoffing, he ran a hand through his wet hair, ruffling it up before he saw that the other pairs of clothes were the exact same colors, but the pants were shorter. Picking them up, he tossed them to the whiny Mabel, making sure that they landed directly on her face before as to annoy her before he shoved his hands into the pockets of the pants he was wearing and looking around. As he waited for her to come to her senses and put on the clothes, something happened that sent him reeling into another train of thoughts. The ground vibrated slightly, making the lad panic for a second at the thought of an earthquake; they were at a beach, if a tsunami was produced, they were finished for. And then, the sand started to move. He froze in the spot, taking a step back and the sand grouped together, forming a bulk of sand that seemed to separate and form some sort of three dimensional words in the ground, and those words formed a message.

Dusk commences the Nightmare.
Till then, roam the hills. Reconnoiter the terrain.
Learn to Survive.

He read and reread the message formed by the sand, letting it sink in. And then, a new message started to form close to the old one. This one said

Time to Play.

And just like that, the earth stopped vibrating beneath his feet. Truth be told, Victor had forgotten completely about it when the message appeared; but the second the earth stopped moving, the sand scattered back into its original position, as if it had never moved in the first place. Victor stood there, completely mesmerized, his blue eyes widening, and then narrowing out. Dusk commences the nightmare. Apparently, something was going to start at night, and that something they weren't going to like. The two lines that chilled him t the bone, however, were the last two. Learn to Survive; Time to Play. What kind of a sick joke was that? How was it possible for sand to move on its own? Why did they have to learn to survive? Was this some sort of a test? What the hell was going on? What is he had imagined it, the prospect of being kidnapped and attempted murder too much for his mind to handle? Questions circled through his mind as he huffed, glancing at Mabel. "Did you see that?"

xxDOWN DOWN DOWNXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂And the stars f e l l o u t of the sky,☂
xxxxyou're all I wanted XXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂And my t e a r s rolled into the o c e a n,☂
xxDOWN DOWN DOWNXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂I was looking for a reason why.☂
xxxxyou're all I neededXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂You really set my world into motion.☂
xxIve been wondering why its only me
xxxxIm waiting to breathe

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The rays of sunlight provided warmth for the shivering girl, lying on the beach drenched with sand stuck all over her skin. Her breathing lighter, but her head ache still remained although it wasn't as bad before. Maybe taking a bath in the cold waters of their so called "lake" or "stream" before was actually a good thing. It definitely had cooled her down but her body was at its limit, having had over exerted itself already. The female closing her eyes and falling half asleep, only to be awoken by Victor's sarcastic comments, groaning as she rolled over to face the male who had also pulled himself up on the sandy shore line, looking slightly worried and slightly tense. Maybe he wasn't feeling well? He did just carry and practically drag her around for over an hour down in that cave, not to mention swimming all the way to the surface and from the surface to where they were now. Nah, Victor was probably just tired. But who wouldn't be after such an ordeal? "Nature? Well how am I to know that it's possible to not have a shallow near the shore!" she argued in her defense, "Give me a break! You know I'm an academic failure!" admitting this fact openly before plonking her head back down on the sand, rolling back on the other side, not wanting to talk to the male any further. She didn't need to waste her precious energy on him.

Although his next comment was something Mabel couldn't let go, "If you preferred me to not be here you would have left me in that cave earlier!" muttering these words angrily, turning back around to face the sky, bringing up a hand to block out the brightness from her eyes. "Sorry for being alive then!" Ignoring the movements Victor was making, taking in the environment around her, There were no birds, not a single sound, just the two humans that have landed ashore. There was no breeze, just the sun beating down on them. Mabel used her arms to push herself back up in a seated position, squinting into the distance, dark clouds looming over head although they had a good few more hours left before rain or even a storm came their way. It was best to get moving and take any chances they could, it was best to beat a storm before it got to them. So for now all Mabel could gather was that she was kidnapped, stripped then thrown in a cold cave under a lake and now they were stranded on some island? "Well, camp....how could I refuse?" murmuring this to herself sarcastically rolling her eyes when she felt something land on her face.

Bringing up a hand to remove the cloth-like object and noticing they were shorts and a short sleeved black top, staring at the items in her hand with a sort of quizzical expression before the name of clothing and clicked in. "OH! CLOTHES!" she exclaimed with a surprised yet confused tone. Asking no further question and just slipping them on, scratching her head when she had done so. They fit perfectly but wasn't it a little TOO convenient that they had clothes that just so happened to be the right size and practically found right beside them. "How....convenient...." she commented, mustering enough strength to pull herself up into a proper standing position, brushing the sand off of her, wringing her long hair since all the dripping was bothering her.

When she was done, her hands found their place in her pockets, Mabel furrowing her brows when she felt an object in her right pocket, pulling the assortment of small things out, smiling when she noticed that they were familiar objects to her. In her hands was a small compass, a small whistle, a multi purpose hand knife and a glass marble. Disappointed that, that was all she could pull out from her pocket of "surprises". Looking over to Victor to see if he had found anything interested, putting her own objects back in her pocket. Although she was happy, there was still the lingering thought that it was all too convenient but Mabel decided not to say anything, It wasn't quite important at that moment and Victor would probably start yelling at her for being dumb and stupid and not being able to figure it out herself. The girl opened her mouth about to ask about how they should proceed when the ground started vibrating, Mabel blinking and looking down at her feet, the shifting sand throwing her off. Why on earth was the sand moving? This was bizarre! And there's no wind either!

The rumbling of the ground below her was stronger at the position in which she was standing at, falling back, her back and head meeting the soft and gritty yet sticky sand once more. Rubbing her head, noticing a large movement towards her right near Victor, the sand building up as if sculpting or forming something. The expressions on Victor's face showed that he was watching or reading something that was - to him - hard to believe. Mabel, curious as ever, also wanted to see what was happening, using her arms to support herself and push her self up in an attempt to see the scene more properly when a sharp pain shot through her right arm. The searing pain practically unbearable, Mabel letting out a sharp cry, leaning forward in her seated position, using her other hand and cradling the one in pain.

The pain has hard to describe, Mabel unconsciously holding her breath, it was like her flesh was burning in a flame or her flesh being encased by a thick layer of ice, it was torture. Just plain torture. It hurt so much that the female didn't utter a single word, just gasping for breath fighting through and awaiting for her turmoil to end. When Victor asked if she had seen "that" Mabel shook her head slowly, biting her lip to hold her tears back, not daring to look at the male however her attention was focused on her arm that was causing her pain, jumping slightly back when the faded scars which created the words 'Death Arcade' began "re-surfacing" the words becoming more obvious to the eye, droplets of blood oozing from the engraved letters that Tara made on the surface of of her skin. Mabel began panicking, what was happening, why was she bleeding, why were these scars re-appearing? But her panicking and her new pang of fear increased the amount of pain in her arm, beginning to hyperventilate. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." she breathlessly repeated the words quietly to herself, her eyes slightly teary, "Death arcade...." the words rolling off her tongue, "I-I-I'll play..." the words sounding like the correct words to say in her situation.

An sinister laugh rang in her head as the pain began fading, as if to say that the owner of the voice was pleased to hear her say those exact words. What did Mabel just accept? What did she mean by 'play'? When she felt that it was comfortable to move once more without inflicting self pain, she quickly rubbed away her tears, her eyes darting around and landing on Victor still in his flabber ghastered state, maybe he hadn't heard or just seen her. She'd hate for him to see her in such a weak state, it wasn't a side she ever wanted to show anyone. Hiding her bloody arm behind her to hide it, she'd wash the drying blood away when she got the chance. "Sorry I missed it," letting out a small nervous laugh, "Was it important?"


ooc: Sorry, its crap D: Hope it makes sense!

[iAishiteruu]

LOOK! I GOT A POST IN!
WOOT WOOT!
Anyways! I'm off to bed!
Btw, I check gaia like everyday so
you don't have to wait for me to be on to post =w =
If you wanna post you can post during the week if you come on (:
Otherwise, I'll talk to you during the weekend <3

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As usual, I have been talking to myself all weekend =w =
WOOT! MIST IS DOING HER HOMEWORK!
YAY!
Good luck with your upcoming tests and assignments? :3

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