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[b][color=662d91]Location;[/color][/b] Roof → Auditorium for Ellie → Bedroom for Lucas → Forest for Lucas → Outside of Auditorium for Lucas
[b][color=DarkCyan]Interacting With;[/color][/b] Each other [sub]([@Legion02])[/sub]
[b][color=662d91]Mood;[/color][/b] Annoyed → Angry → Seething → Burning hatred → Self-destructive → Painful joy → Surrender
[b][color=DarkCyan]Mood;[/color][/b] Aggravated → Challenging and Persistent → Scared and depressed → Detached → Isolated, Alone, At Peace
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[indent]Lucas was listening to a slightly buzzed bunch of Delphinas. Among them the bottle of strawberry vodka got passed on, assuring that the entire group would be merry. Lucas made it a point to know all the Freshmen. Because sooner, rather than later, they would have to keep Delphina's honor high. And he would be damned if they didn't know how. The Freshmen in this case already knew Lucas somewhat. His reputation preceded him after all. Especially as Gia's puppy. They also knew about his quarrel with Eliana. So when she tapped his shoulder, the entire group except for Lucas saw who it was and took a step away. Freshmen feared Eliana mostly because of her last name. Lucas, suspicious of why, on the exact moment he felt something on his shoulder his group of freshmen lost their tongues, turned around to see who it was. [color=662d91][i]Ugh... No! I just wanted a good party. Why she, why now?[/i][/color] When she said that they had to talk, he simply answered: [color=662d91]"Do we?"[/color] hoping that she'd get the message that he wasn't in the mood. Behind him, the Delphina freshmen scattered like bugs.

Her green orbs darkened. Was he being serious right now? Was he deliberately playing dumb to piss her off? She didn’t drink nearly enough alcohol for this bullshit. Her gaze scanned the terrified freshmen as they watched the individuals known for the biggest feud on school grounds glare at each other. The amount of tension in one area was too much for them to handle so they silently tried to scurry off. Crossing her arms, with disdain written all over her face, Eliana tsked before retorting at his drunken arrogance, “[color=darkcyan]You never fail to disappoint. Don’t play dumb, Lucas. You have something of [i][b]mine[/b][/i].[/color]" She paused to let that sink in his dense skull, before adding, "[color=darkcyan]If you didn’t want to deal with me, you shouldn’t have taken it.[/color]” 

Stepping closer to him, making sure he got a good look at how serious she was and that she would never be afraid of some fool like him, which made the freshmen speed away, Ellie calmly continued, “[color=darkcyan]If you think I’ll leave you alone to have a ‘good time’, you better think again. I do [i]not[/i] want to fight but if I must, I will. So, I’ll repeat what I said, you have something of [b]mine[/b].[/color]”

Fight? She would fight him? [color=662d91]"You don't fight."[/color] he casually said. Taking a sip from his strong punch just to show how little he really cared. [color=662d91]"You will just give me some sort of illusion. Or nightmares. But you won't fight me. I'm too strong for that."[/color] his tone changed slightly. He felt as if he was just stating the facts. In the most uninteresting way possible. [color=662d91]"Besides, a truce has been called. No fighting for tonight. So why don't you go look up the darkest possible corner around here, sulk and read some book."[/color] He wanted to turn away, but he felt as if the jab came a little short to its mark. So he inched a little closer and whispered: [color=662d91]"But don't worry. I haven't broken the lock...[b]yet[/b]."[/color] That plastered a grin over his face. Thinking it would be a strong enough deterent, so she would just walk away angry.

The boiling anger was neverending when it came to Lucas. How could someone make her this infuriated? He truly wanted war. Without a doubt, he underestimated her. Ellie may not be someone who could take him down physically but she was fully capable of tearing his insides out - methaphorically speaking. When he inched closer to her, whispering in her ear about her journal, her teeth grinded - this [i]fucking[/i] asshole. She took a moment to 'accidentally' push his drink into him, making it spill all over his shirt, "[color=darkcyan]Oh, what a shame.[/color]" Her feet were planted on the ground. She was not going anywhere. "[color=darkcyan]The truce has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me. You really think you won, don't you? Having access to all my deepest, darkest secrets. It must help you sleep at night knowing you have that kind of power over someone.[/color]" Rolling her eyes, she gently pushed some of her bangs behind her right ear, "[color=darkcyan]Do your worst. But don't think for a second that you're safe. Whether your drunken self can believe it or not, I will ruin you.[/color]" Her expression was stoic, unnervingly calm, but her words seethed with venom,  "[color=darkcyan]You can believe what you want about me but it's not over until I say it is.[/color]"

That bitch. Lucas is a very peculiar person. He put a lot of time in dressing, just so he'd look as if he didn't put time in it at all. That meant that, while it may not look like much, the shirt he was wearing was one of his favorites. And she just spilled all over it. The fire that got extinguished after the talk with Gia flared back up like an inferno. She pushed the right button, but he wondered if she could live with the consequences. Eliana clearly didn't have much situational awareness. For starters, a lot of Delphinas were around them. While still keeping their distance. But Lucas didn't see a Mayweather. The Segregation, while not official, was still very much apparent. Eliana probably didn't realize what she awokened within him until it was too late. When he looked up from his cup and shirt, his eyes were on fire. Burning with something more than just distate. It was the very same hatred that had burned in Gia's room. With both his hands he pushed her. Causing Ellie to take a few steps back, while watching behind her so she wouldn't stumble. Her rear hit the wall when she looked up, seeing only a golden fist going straight at her. She closed her eyes near immediately.

It didn't hit her though. It hit the wall, inches away from the side of her face. His eyes were dangerously serious at the moment that her mysterious green orbs were staring straight at him once more. The fire burned bright within him, and it even manifested itself through the solar force. With golden electric-like arches forming over his right arm. It hadn't just hit the wall, it actually cracked the bricks. The effect on bone would have been horrible. [color=662d91]"Listen here, you little, worthless, piece of crap."[/color] His breathing was deep and hard, as if he was actually preparing for a fight. [color=662d91]"I've had it with your shitstain of an attitude. Let me explain it as clearly as possible, so that peanut [b]fucking[/b] brain of yours gets it. You are nothing. You are less than nothing. You can't win against me."[/color] To make sure his point came across he pulled back his fist and ramed it next to her arm, once more using his force. Causing a second crack to form. As he talked, he spoke with the fires of hell itself. He stopped being his controlled, uncaring self. It was time to make it all clear. [color=662d91]"The more you think you can, the deeper you're digging your own grave. I've been playing nice until now. But don't think I'll keep being nice. You're not the only who will suffer because of your choices."[/color]

The main trigger to Night Terror has always been her fear. Fear is what caused her to black out in the past… in grade school, in middle school, and in high school. Fear is what made her hurt far too many individuals at once. Fear is what caused her to curl up, keep to herself, and avoid human interaction. Avoiding her would be in everyone’s best interest. To say Eliana wasn’t afraid would be a lie, she could feel her life hanging by a thread, but by now she has trained herself to not show her fear on her face, even though she wanted to cry. Her emotionless expression could be read as she either didn’t know how to react to him or she was a fucking masochist at heart. 

Unlike the past incidents, where her tormentors would corner her and get straight to business, Lucas… was holding back, but enough to show how much he truly hated her and… how strong he was, especially in comparison to her. Maybe, he wasn’t as insecure as she made him out to be. Maybe, he just hated her – it wouldn’t be unusual. Hate was something she was used to, or at least, she should be. Why… why is it she was always the one hated? Lucas was as honest as they came when he felt any sort of emotion. Sure, he was a terrible person but at least he was honest and accepted the hate he asked for. 

This was silly, this feud they shared.

Even Brenna despised her though she was the one that ruined Ellie’s image… way back when. She was the one that made sure the rest of Ellie’s high school career was not something worth attending. All because they shared the same love interest. Lucas started the feud yet here Ellie was allowing him to get the best of her. How is it that she was the one who was hated yet all these people in her life have done far worst things to her? What made her so different than everyone else? It was like she was meant to be unloved and alone forever. If making her feel like shit was what Lucas intended to do, he succeeded, probably far more than he was aiming for.

Unlike her past incidents, Ellie felt a seeded sadness in her heart. He could kill her if he wanted to... would she fight back? Rather than trigger her dark nature, her eyes became distant and cold, as she stared at him, or well, through him. The more her thoughts rained over in her mind, the more she realized how worthless she was. He was right. She was worthless. As much as she would want to tell herself otherwise, it’s the only thing that made sense in her lonely life. Ellie wasn’t strong. No matter what she did, what would she accomplish? Nothing. She was nothing.

“[color=darkcyan]You’re right.[/color]” Those are the only words that escaped her lips. Her voice was monotone and low. She was done with this petty game. Eliana felt stupid, she was stupid. Only she would make herself believe she could compete with someone like Lucas. Most individuals in her mental state would care about the people they would endanger because of this feud, but she only cared about how insufficient and weak she was. 

Excusing herself without saying a word, not even running, just walking, she made her leave. He had awoken her insecurities… she needed to be alone. 

Lucas watched Eliana walk away. But his rage hadn’t cooled off yet. In fact, it flared even more. As if his subconscious was begging for a fight. Begging to punch and get punched. The pack of Delphinas looked at Lucas as if they were watching a wild animal. To their right, he did look like one. Breathing heavy, his face red and with a fist that very clearly just hit something. [color=662d91]“What!?”[/color] he yelled, probably a little too loud, to the group. Who immediately turned towards each other as if they didn’t see him. But he knew they were peeking. He looked at the cup he dropped when he pushed her. The punch was gone. Looking around, he could almost start hearing the whispers. The party lost its appetite to him. It felt dull and far too happy. With force he pushed himself through the bunch and headed down. He had to cool off. He had to let the fire burn itself out. He wouldn’t be able to sleep until it was extinguished. But when he arrived at his hallway the flames got some oil thrown over it.

Not thinking straight, Ellie absentmindely left the party. She didn't say goodbye to Jess. She didn't drown herself with alcohol to numb her sadness. None of that would help her right now. Walking quietly, ignoring all the drunk and blissful college students that prowled in the hallways, and on school grounds, Dream Catcher could only think of one thing as the darkness of the night surrounded her and all noise that filled the air was droned out. The night was getting fairly chilly and she didn't have a sweater, but that's okay. A cool, cold brisk didn't hurt... there was far worst things in the world. Her heels resounded on the pavement as she passed the many buildings of the school until finally she reached the auditorium. Walking on the side of it, she made her way to the back and rummaged around in her purse. Within time, Ellie pulled out her mother's spare ID key card, which unlocked most of the rooms on campus, including the stimulation rooms in the Control Room. She pressed the card lightly on the scanner causing the back door to [b]*click*[/b] open. Before she entered, Ellie turned to see if anyone was around. No one. Thankful and believing that no one was watching her, she entered the building.  

His underwear was everywhere. Literally everywhere. For a moment he couldn’t comprehend what happened. It was his alright, but how did it get so thrown around? He rushed towards his room, and could only see the door. On the ground. The hinges were clearly broken. For a moment, he was actually afraid to enter. But Lucas was not a coward. He took the step in, and immediately noticed what was all missing. Almost everything. His room had been cleaned out alright. The drawer was in shambles downstairs. It was probably thrown through the window. And considering all the colorful spots, his clothes were still in it. To make matters worse he couldn’t find his jeans. Until he did find them. Somewhere stuck in the toilet and he decided to leave them there. Those just on the floor and wet he did grab. Together with his underwear. All the while his anger didn’t vanish. Where the hell was his mattress!? When he went downstairs for his shirts he found it. In the fountain. With the strength that could only come from pure, untainted anger he hauled the damn thing out of it, but he couldn’t find the strength to pull it up the stairs. So he settled for just taking his clothes with him and returning to his room. When he was done gathering the rest of his clothes, he grabbed one of his strongest bottles of his stash, which luckily was left untouched, and started drinking. Straight from the bottle. Trying to extinguish his fire with the liquid. But it made matters worse.

Oddly enough, entering the auditorium gave her a sense of peace and comfort. Ellie was alone and that's how things should be. Behind the stage, she used her mother's card to unlock the music classroom. After opening it, she made her way to the closet where her [url=http://g01.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1YxPbLpXXXXXZXpXXq6xXFXXXn/CLASSIC-4-4-SIZE-font-b-White-b-font-font-b-CELLO-b-font-HANDMADE-QUALITY.jpg]white cello[/url] was stored in a [url=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41SUf7uiiWL.jpg]black case[/url] with stretch panne red velvet velour on the inside. Picking up her case, she made her way to the stage of the auditorium and placed it gently on the wooden ground. Quickly, she grabbed a chair and brought it to the center of the stage (no, she did not drag it). With no one around, Eliana could be herself and get lost in her music - something she loved doing. Bending over, she unlatched her case and took out her cello. For someone as tiny as her, her father was surprised she took an interest in a fairly big instrument. It's an odd feeling, when you watch someone play something so beautiful and just know that you want to be them. Her father had taken her to an orchestra concert in London and there she found one of her passions. She saw a beautiful woman with red curls, a black dress, and burning fire in her eyes. The kind of fire that showed she loved what she was doing, the fire that said: I'm happy and this is what I will do for the rest of my life. 

After that day, when she was only six, Ellie decided she would learn the cello and so she did. For the most part, her father hired classical mentors and bought her song books galore of famous cellists like Emanuel Feuermann or Luigi Boccherini, but she did take it upon herself to explore her own capabilities. Finding one song in particular that truly touched her heart. This song was in a movie about being human and longing to connect, love, and feel loved. It created imaginatively stimulating inner landscapes. Well, that is... if you look deep into it. On the surface, it was a movie about fighting drug addiction. 

[center]The song she began to play was Lux Aeterna, from the film [i]Requiem For A Dream[/i]. 
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVIRcnlRKF8]Original version[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWWipPjTCyg]Cello version[/url]
([b]OOC:[/b] Please listen to the song while reading the next couple of paragraphs, it truly sets the mood. Doesn't matter which version, though the actual song sets the tone better.)[/center]

His room was too bright, even with the lights off. There was something too confining about the walls. He felt like a beast in his cage. Trashing and growling. With the bottle still in his hand he walked out into the hallways. Of course, some Delphinas and Mayweathers would have seen it. Hiding what happened would be a lost cause. The feeling within him turned savage. Coherent thoughts were replaced by bare emotion. The drinks washed away years of civilization and exposed the animal within him. An animal that was untamable and made of flames. The bottle in his hand grew lighter as he strolled into the darkness. This was where he was supposed to be. Enveloped by the black. Nighttime would shelter him and his animalistic anger from the world. As well as it would allow him to burn and blaze like the cataclysm he slowly became. He strolled towards the nearby forest. Drinking far too much and far too fast. He decided that there was nothing that he could do but burn bright and hard and hope he would fade before he crumbled.

He put the half-empty bottle down next to a trunk, and without giving it much thought, he slammed his fist against it. With his power, and it broke some bark. Then his next fist came. Soon a flurry of golden hits came down upon the hard wood, which could clearly take it but would have a mark from it. His fists kept raining down, and while his powers could shelter his hands from some of the damage, after the repeating hits his skin started to show cuts. Lucas didn’t care, though. The adrenaline numbed his aching muscles. The endorphins blocked every signal that something was wrong. He kept going, as drops of blood flowed off his knuckles. When his hands began to tremble, it was time to switch it off some more. He started kicking the tree. With the flat of his foot, with the back of it, with his shinbone. Leaving nasty bruises and cuts there. But he kept at it. Until everything felt suspiciously numb. His brain, overridden by a myriad of chemicals and hormones, was breaking his body. This was his true side. His violent side.

Her chaurtese green orbs were lit under the faint stage light as the music enveloped the empty room. She was an angel lit in darkness. She was a caged bird trapped in her own head. Her blanket was the night and her cello was her song. Eliana's face grew soft as her mind let the music take over - washing away all her insecurities and poor sense of self worth. Her expression was focused on looking forward at the empty seats while her eyes glimmered under the light. As much as she wanted her constant internal battle to vanish, she knew that this would only be a temporary fix. Maybe... she needed this cage. At least behind her own mental bars, she couldn't get hurt. 

No more thinking. All she wanted to do was seranade the night and that's exactly what she was going to do. 

Eventually he had to stop. Not because he wanted though. There was only so much punishment that his body could take before it would start shutting him out. Blood dripped off his nails onto the ground. He just forgot his bottle. Too much was flooding him already. His muscles now actively trembled, and walking required actual effort. He didn’t have much time, that much he knew. It was the biggest speck of thought in his mind, among his shattered psyche. He had to find somewhere, someplace where it could all finish him off. In the distance, very faint, he could hear something. It wasn’t the party, it came from the wrong direction and was far too soft. With a body that started refusing its orders he dragged himself towards the building. It wouldn’t take long now. He stopped the violence, so his brain would cut off the adrenaline. His muscles would start to ache, then tremble and eventually feel as if they tore themselves to shreds. Soon after that his natural pain blockers would dissolve. Letting the signals through again. He felt the pain already, but it was a distant sensation. He knew it was there and he knew it was hurting. But he didn’t feel it yet. He soon would. Soon everything would be worse than before. But the music grew louder as he approached the auditorium. His blood and pain began to extinguish the flames within him, but the damage had been done.

Someone was inside the building that was for sure. Whoever it was, he or she played her instrument beautifully. Not able to push himself any further, he fell down next to the door. Using his final ounce of strength he sat himself up against the wall. From now on he could do but two things. Listen to the beautiful music and await the inevitable darkness to swallow him whole. As his body gave up on him completely, his senses began to return to him. The music became sharper, and he began to recognize the tune. [color=662d91]“No..”[/color] he whimpered, but with a certain joy. The song, it was a song he loved since he was young. Throughout the turmoil of the past years, that song and his love for it remained. If he wasn’t drunk or broken, he may have questioned who played the one song that soothed him. A guardian angel? His sister? But he couldn’t think that clearly anymore. He could only feel a final spark of joy before the darkness crawled over his eyes, and finally took him away.

[b][Note: Please don't write that you stumbled upon Lucas - Legion will be gone for this upcoming week. BeastofDestiny and I plan to get his character to the infirmary. Thanks.][/b][/indent]