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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 6:55 pm
[OOC:] This should be interesting... Benjamin leaned back on his bed, and he was suddenly sleepier than he'd been since he'd hit the been-awake-for-over-a-day mark on the flight. He yawned and closed his eyes, not even bothering to change into his pajamas before falling asleep. In his dreams, he saw a young man that kind of looked like his father, dancing with a girl. They were both dressed up in what looked like old-fashioned clothes, and were in a ballroom that looked super old. They were talking, but he couldn't tell what they were saying.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 6:59 pm
Icarus's dreams were more cryptic. She didn't know her parents or any family so there was nothing of people. She dreamed she was watching a raven, it gathering odd glowing gems and placing them around a nest. The nest was located in an old japanese style home's stone statue. It was of a guardian to protect the house, the nest in its open mouth. As the dream progressed, the raven was joined by a lovely brown bird. Both gave the other a nuzzle before settling into the nest. The girl then awoke after that dream, wondering why she was dreaming of birds.
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Riding_The_Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:06 pm
When Benjamin woke up, he could smell cinnamon and nutmeg, his favorite spices. It almost smelled like his mother was making cinnamon waffles with his favorite syrup, but then he remembered he wasn't home. The smell was just seemingly ingrained into his sheets. He yawned and got up. Then remembered that he was to be serving a detention that day, and he groaned. He had to dig through his suitcase before he found the paint-stained jeans that he'd packed as a last-minute thought, and a t-shirt he didn't care about. He wondered vaguely if the girl was going to show up, but figured she probably wouldn't.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:12 pm
The girl stretched a little and stayed in her bed. She grabbed the cigarette from the ashtray that had appeared on her nightstand and relit it. She puffed on it a little before moving the chair from the door. Of course she noticed her door had gained six locks, all different and there was a keyring with a key for each on a hook by the door. Icarus blinked a little but shrugged, putting on some shoes and exiting her room, using the keys to lock each lock. Once her door was secure, she headed up to the staircase, still in her clothes from yesterday. After all, she didn't have any other clothes.
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Riding_The_Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:18 pm
At the top of the staircase on the fourth flour, the restoration crew was waiting. There were six of them: An elder man, who looked like a college professor, who carried a cart full of reference books; a brawny man who was smoking a cigarette and sitting on a box of tools; another brawny looking guy who was looking over what looked like the plans to the castle with the professor, choosing their location; a young woman with hair pulled back from her face and who was flipping through a reference book and bumming a cigarette from the brawny guy; a scrawny looking guy who was organizing a first aid kit; and another student, who was clearly there for detention, judging by his slumped posture, busted lip, and the way he kicked the toe of his sneaker against the wall. "Good, that's two. Where's the young lady?" the professor asked, clapping his hands.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:22 pm
Icarus had decided to take a new route instead of the halls. The trees outside. For someone who was bound to the city, she liked climbing a good tree once in a while. And as soon as the professor had asked, Icarus was sitting in an open window, lighting a new cigarette. "Yeah yeah. What do you want."
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Riding_The_Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:26 pm
The professor didn't seem all that surprised by the appearance of the girl in the window. "Well, now that you're all here. Some safety briefings. Don't venture into the areas marked with yellow tape. Stay at least shouting distance to someone else in the group at all times. We are here to restore, not destroy. And beware. This castle was once home to hundreds of magically gifted students. We are never quite sure what might be left. Booby traps, magic residue, many things. Be vigilant." With that, they opened the door and led everyone into the fifth floor. There was a partially restored ballroom, straight out of Benjamin's dreams, to their right, and he began to veer towards it, followed somewhat by one of the brawny guys, who was working on that room.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:33 pm
Icarus just puffed her cigarette and headed up as well. Of course she wasn't one to follow directions so she lurked off to be by herself. She eventually found an old bell tower that was roped off. But again, she never listened and headed on up. Icarus soon made it to the top and sat down under the bell. She didn't know why this part was roped off. It seemed perfectly fine. Except for all the black feathers around.
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Riding_The_Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:42 pm
The brawny guy handed Benjamin a shovel and told him to scoop up debris, but not to touch anything else. He shrugged and leaned against the shovel, surveying the area. There was a lot of plaster and trash of sorts on the ground, and he wondered what the ballroom had looked like in its majesty. He closed his eyes, imagining the scene from his dream. The chandeliers and candelabras had been lit, some even floating about in a magical way. There had been floating and human-carried trays offering snacks and drinks, as well as beautiful music being played. He could almost hear the songs in his ears, and feel the people dancing past him. "Pay attention!" the brawny guy snapped as he ran into Benjamin, forcing the boy to fall. When he did, he noticed a moving piece of newspaper with something white under it. But as soon as he snatched away the newspaper--which was dated in the sixties--the white thing seemed to struggle away. He frowned, sure he was imagining things.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:52 pm
Icarus sat by herself for a while before betting the others were looking for her. She sighed softly and got up, brushing herself off and starting towards the entrance she had come. As she went down the stairs, one of them gave out under her foot, sending her crashing down the next few before hitting the stone floor. She was in a bit of pain and stuck under some rubble. But she tried to get it off and get out before she got in any more trouble.
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Riding_The_Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:58 pm
Luckily, Icarus' crash did not go unnoticed. The other brawny guy and the scrawny one with the first aid kit ducked under the tape, finding where the girl had fallen. "Stay out of the taped regions," the one with the kit muttered, as they dug her out of the rubble. "Anywhere bleeding? Dizzy? Blurry vision?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:01 pm
Icarus groaned as people arrived. Great... She shook her head, managing to get out of the rubble. "I'm fine. Quit your worrying." she muttered. Sadly her cigarette had gotten squashed, leaving it unsmokable. Just what she needed. She ducked under the tape and looked for somewhere else to sulk off to. Truthfully she was in a bit of pain, but she wasn't going to let anyone else know that.
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Riding_The_Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:04 pm
The first aid guy went back to something else he was doing, while the other guy handed a cigarette and a match to Icarus and leaned against the wall. "Stop being so pushy," he muttered to her, lighting his own cigarette and taking a few puffs.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:06 pm
Icarus took the cigarette and match, lighting it. She blew some smoke before glancing to the man. She huffed and looked out a broken window. "I'm not being pushy. I just don't want people wasting their time worrying." she said, blowing a smoke ring.
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Riding_The_Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:10 pm
The guy shrugged and took another hit of his cigarette. "The first people to live in this castle were practically family. Generations of the same family grew up here. People who come here are usually treated like they're family."
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