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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 2:00 pm
Move!
The order came from...somewhere. She couldn't pinpoint where, or who it had come from. For all she knew, it could have been her own voice giving the command. The world became a blurr, but certain things came in vividly clear; Barth's disappearing, the clatter of the ring on the ground, and...Christof. That soft expression, the clarity of what he was signing to her.
"No." Someone said; an act of defiance that seemed to come so easily to the speaker. As she watched the Igor suddenly crumple, another voice tore through the air; "NO!" This time she knew it was hers, she knew the sudden scratching in her throat was due to the pitch of her scream.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. The noises stopped, the moments of crystal clarity ended, and she wasn't sure when exactly she had moved from her spot in the room, or what had made her end up in some place that was foggy. Someplace outside. They were gone. Barth, gone. Christof, gone. Lost forever.
Amrita had never looked so dead in her entire life.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 5:21 pm
They were free. They were free.
They had nowhere to go. They were free, and alone.
And from the veil, from the mass of white, solid white, it heard the students' thoughts, their pleas, their insecurities, and begin to shift once more. At first, it was a subtle change in the environment, the fog thinning, everything growing clear for a second.
For a second longer, the students could see clearly the extent of the damage of what was once Amityville, of Halloween, of what was their old home. Nothing remained in one piece, everything barren, lifeless, the bare skeleton, semblance of the world it had been.
Then for one last second, as they truly grasped the feeling of emptiness, of despair, it formed together, coiled together, this time not a creature but a figure the bare outlines of a figure, a familiar outline, a pair of strong hands beckoning them. It was-
Home.
They went home together. OOC YOUR STUDENT IS NOW DEAD. Please feel free to post a reaction post/ death solo as you wish!
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:24 am
"H-Hey... Don't-" Don't give up. The words she wanted to speak were caught in her throat the moment she laid eyes on Amrita; how much did Barth and Christof mean to her? She... Never really found out. Never really bothered to find out... And it was all too late now. Everything she had ever wanted to remedy, every regret she ever had... Too late now. Halloween was gone, right?
She sighed, rubbing her arms, her eyes glazing over when she remembered whose shirt she was wearing. As much as she wanted to be strong, there was a small part of her that had already given up; sure, they might had escaped from the hunters this time, but there was no guarantee that they could do it a second time. They were probably just lucky this time... After all, Arel had abandoned them to die. Who could they count on for survival?
Nobody.
When the fog started to shift, she looked up; that area was where Breck's shed once was. She broke into it thrice, but only got to the back of the shed once... She smiled a little at the memory, her gaze moving up, following an imaginary path - the path that used to be there, the path she used to follow - to where the main school building once stood. Now, there was just a crumbling mess, a shadow of its former self. Even then, she could remember - there used to be trees lining the path leading up to the main entrance! And lessons used to be held there, right where the building had caved in on itself...
Beyond that, for a brief moment just before the fog closed in on them again, she stood on tiptoes, as if she would be able to see the dorms from where she was, even thought she knew that they must look as run down as the school building... However, that was where she had spent a good deal of time; before she knew it, Amityville had became her second home, and her friends, her second family... Only right now, their broken little family didn't have a home to return to anymore.
Her heart squeezed painfully at the thought, and she rubbed her eyes, trying to pretend that she wasn't crying even if she could feel hot tears stinging her eyes. When the fog formed together, she tensed up, and got ready to run; however, the figure was just... Standing there and beckoning to them. For some reason, despite being just an outline, with no real form, it felt so familiar...
Suddenly, the 'home' that the fog creatures were referring to became so obvious - they were talking about here. This was home. This is home... And maybe, it was time for them - for her - to go home.
When it took her, she was smiling again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:40 am
The only indication that Amrita was alive was the fact she was moving.
It was on instinct that she was following Lizzy; the Pink hair in the otherwise colourless world was more of a beacon than ever, and it unknowingly did its job keeping her from collapsing. Barth and Christof did mean a lot to her; and surely the latter moreso than the former, but it was more of the shock of their destruction that had hit her the hardest. Before now, she had only seen it once, that death where you just knew they weren't coming back. It hadn't been the first time, but it hadn't happened to a friend before.
There had always been a naive thought that yes, that sort of death happened, but that intense loss didn't - and couldn't - happen to her. Yet now it had. She'd lost two of her friends - and clearly more - in front of her eyes. It shattered any preconceived notion that it wouldn't happen so close to home, and the shock had been enough to make her recoil into herself. There was only the slightest glimmer of recognition as she came across landmarks she knew like the back of her hand.
They were gone now though. Everything she had come to love was gone. Amityville had been her home ever since she enrolled; no other place for her existed. The four walls of her freezing dorm room, the looming hallways, the other students, the frightening teachers...they were her home, her community, her parents. It was all gone now. All of it. There was nothing left but that familiar, mildly comforting pink beacon in front of her.
But soon even that was gone, taken by the thick fog that sprung up around her.
Home. She thought sadly. I want to go home.
Her wish had been granted it seemed as she raised her empty eyes towards the figure that appeared before her, beckoning her foreward. Despite the promise of home, Amrita couldn't bring herself to smile more than a slight twitch at the corner of her lips, and no part of it had reached her eyes.
She finally went home, but the fact remained;
Death had still happened to her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 9:53 pm
Calder had really felt that the escape was at least a upside. They managed to get away, but considering it now, in this state of nothingness, what did it matter. Even if Amrita, Lizzy, and him had all escaped, Christof and Barth had disappeared. The world was different, there was no Amityville, and hunters ruled. There had been some massive drill tearing everything apart, and from the general tone of things, their homes were in similar states. His clan would have moved to stately and remained hidden to protect themselves as he was sure many other groups would have. There was little left there, and while it was nice to entertain the idea that three of them, lone survivors, would find some way to safety, to get over their loss, and fight back in the name of the two they had lost - he knew that that in itself was a very hard idea to accept.
Amrita would be devastated much in the same way he would be over loosing Barth, and they would try to see if they could find them again. They would get caught easily as, proven many times over, they had already been. The hunters walked easily into their campus when everyone was around, faculty included and authorities all about, and it never stopped them. With the world destroyed and the numbers even greater in their favor, the chance of three confused and depressed students with very little in the way of battle experience aside from their own panicked experienced and lack of guidance with hunters before would have resulted in a very slim margin of success. The best they could hope for was to be destroyed. The worst was to become a weapon.
In the nothingness, Calder floated in the place he had once already felt while on the Island. This time he didn't see things below. It was quiet and he left with a sense of being displaced.
Was this how the fog creatures felt? Displaced? Hopeless? Useless? Confused? Lost? With no place to go? What were they, and why, as he was in this state, did he feel as if he could relate at times?
Home was important. As he worried, he worried about his home with his parents. He worried about his home with the clan, despite the treatment he'd been given. He worried about him home in Amityville, as it was a home he had risked his life for many times over. He worried for everything - the complete and total world of Halloween. Everyone. Everything. Those he loved and cared for and those he had yet to meet. To see it taken over, destroyed, and transformed into something else took what he was and what he cared for and tore it apart.
Home.
A powerful word.
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