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Yo, I'm back, and as such, activity tracking starts again now. For reference, here are rough last post dates, adjusted for my absence:
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Gabriel Evings - 12h
Phobia - 3d
dmboogie - 1d
backslash - 3d
DuckyB - 1d
Ink-berry - 1d
Shanghai - 1d
Deamon - 12h
This means everyone has at least 4 days to get another post up. I'll get a post up myself soon.
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I'm back, nerds. I'll see about getting a post up soon.
Just as a heads up, I'll be away the next four days as I'm heading to the US for a trip and will (probably) have no Internet access.
Just as a heads up, I'll be away the next four days as I'm heading to the US for a trip and will (probably) have no Internet access.
For those four days I won't be enforcing activity and will add the time I am away to the deadline.
For those four days I won't be enforcing activity and will add the time I am away to the deadline.
Okay. Fuck this. Fuck you.
Kouhime balled up her fist, and the police sirens abruptly stopped. It's not like it mattered; the Spacequake alarm had already drowned out any other sounds she would have wanted to make.
She looked at girl who now had her hand in the air.
"Tsk..."
She then turned, running for the nearest shelter.
Mayumi shirked back as the punks charged them, as she watched Suichi fight off the punks. The police sirens going off didn't help either. Mayumi wanted to help Suichi, but she... she couldn't fight. She couldn't do anything but watch.
So when the Spacequake alarm went off, she had no idea what to do. There was too much happening for her to handle, and she fell to her knees. She felt exhausted and mentally drained, and she only watch as the girl raised her arm to the air.
That probably wasn't the Spirit they were looking for. But at this point it was... the best... they would do...?
Mayumi didn't know.
She just didn't know.
Kouhime balled up her fist, and the police sirens abruptly stopped. It's not like it mattered; the Spacequake alarm had already drowned out any other sounds she would have wanted to make.
She looked at girl who now had her hand in the air.
"Tsk..."
She then turned, running for the nearest shelter.
Mayumi shirked back as the punks charged them, as she watched Suichi fight off the punks. The police sirens going off didn't help either. Mayumi wanted to help Suichi, but she... she couldn't fight. She couldn't do anything but watch.
So when the Spacequake alarm went off, she had no idea what to do. There was too much happening for her to handle, and she fell to her knees. She felt exhausted and mentally drained, and she only watch as the girl raised her arm to the air.
That probably wasn't the Spirit they were looking for. But at this point it was... the best... they would do...?
Mayumi didn't know.
She just didn't know.
"Hey, Suzume, wai-" but she'd already trailed behind Sho.
Haruka just stared at the door for a bit, unable to really comprehend the change that come over her friend. One minute she was screaming and shrieking and wailing her lungs out, but as soon as they left she turned back to normal.
To be honest, that was creepy in and off itself.
"Don't worry, Toby... I'm not going to leave you behind... but we should probably follow after them, to make sure they were okay. Come on," she said, grabbing Toby's arm and leading him out of the classroom.
She looked around the hall, trying to find Sho and Suzume... oh, they were right there, at the door of another classroom.
However, she also saw the door to the other other classroom. The room on the opposite side. It was slightly open...
"Hello, who's there?" she asked, moving over to 1-5.
Haruka just stared at the door for a bit, unable to really comprehend the change that come over her friend. One minute she was screaming and shrieking and wailing her lungs out, but as soon as they left she turned back to normal.
To be honest, that was creepy in and off itself.
"Don't worry, Toby... I'm not going to leave you behind... but we should probably follow after them, to make sure they were okay. Come on," she said, grabbing Toby's arm and leading him out of the classroom.
She looked around the hall, trying to find Sho and Suzume... oh, they were right there, at the door of another classroom.
However, she also saw the door to the other other classroom. The room on the opposite side. It was slightly open...
"Hello, who's there?" she asked, moving over to 1-5.
The following people have reached the 4 day mark:
Nine Judgments
Gabriel Evings
Nine Judgments
Gabriel Evings
Saturday, April 11th, 12:13AM - Classroom 1-7
The handwriting is a bit messier than the ones in the other room, almost as if it were written by a child. A child that somehow managed to write from the very base of the wall to the top. The words sharply contrast the white...ish wall by being a stark black, with a chalky texture not unlike that of pencil. And that wall is covered in various instances of:
Where am I?
Where's Mommy?
I'm scared...
I don't like this place...
And most importantly, in the middle of the scrawl, written out in huge block letters:
You never think about what happens to those things you erase from the paper every day, do you?
I do.
The handwriting is a bit messier than the ones in the other room, almost as if it were written by a child. A child that somehow managed to write from the very base of the wall to the top. The words sharply contrast the white...ish wall by being a stark black, with a chalky texture not unlike that of pencil. And that wall is covered in various instances of:
Where am I?
Where's Mommy?
I'm scared...
I don't like this place...
And most importantly, in the middle of the scrawl, written out in huge block letters:
You never think about what happens to those things you erase from the paper every day, do you?
I do.
Kouhime facepalmed. Really, she did. Legit head down, hand cupped, nose in palm action.
She'd had their attention, but then some other girl had to step in, and now she couldn't bring them to that place. She kind of wanted to yell at the other girl for doing that. She'd wasted all of that effort, and the boy's ball, for nothing. Of course, she wasn't the type to yell. She didn't even know the girl.
She didn't have anything else to throw at them, so that was out of the question. She had to think of something else then, didn't she?
She sighed. Her face still covered by her hand, she snapped the fingers of her other hand, and, right on cue, police sirens began to sound in the area.
Well, of course it was right on cue. That was the cue. That was the entire point of the cue.
She was creating the police sirens with her power, is what I'm saying.
She'd had their attention, but then some other girl had to step in, and now she couldn't bring them to that place. She kind of wanted to yell at the other girl for doing that. She'd wasted all of that effort, and the boy's ball, for nothing. Of course, she wasn't the type to yell. She didn't even know the girl.
She didn't have anything else to throw at them, so that was out of the question. She had to think of something else then, didn't she?
She sighed. Her face still covered by her hand, she snapped the fingers of her other hand, and, right on cue, police sirens began to sound in the area.
Well, of course it was right on cue. That was the cue. That was the entire point of the cue.
She was creating the police sirens with her power, is what I'm saying.
Saturday, April 11th, 12:13AM - Classroom 1-5
There was a purpose, really, in how the desks and chairs were strewn about in this room. All of the dust seems to be collected on the walls, with a suspicious absence of dust on the floor. It all seems to lead away from the center, as if some explosion rocked everything to the walls of the classroom.
Indeed, in this room, the message is not painted on the walls like the other two rooms. Instead, it seems to be burned directly into the floor...
A city without its inhabitants is just a gigantic web of lies.
There was a purpose, really, in how the desks and chairs were strewn about in this room. All of the dust seems to be collected on the walls, with a suspicious absence of dust on the floor. It all seems to lead away from the center, as if some explosion rocked everything to the walls of the classroom.
Indeed, in this room, the message is not painted on the walls like the other two rooms. Instead, it seems to be burned directly into the floor...
A city without its inhabitants is just a gigantic web of lies.
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