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Int check! Check it out? roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Wondering if it's worth putting up a 1x1 int check...
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7 yrs ago
Been having some issues lately. Sorry for the lack of response.
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I ate a piece of chocolate before exercising to motivate myself. Yeah. Trying to keep myself from eating another piece now.
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Hng that feeling when your post count is less than one a day...
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I also saw in the OOC a mention of a discord. Could I please get a link if I am accepted?
@blackdragon I see that this roleplay is not marked as Full yet. Would you mind if I joined in?
Sophia Lemane


𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ~𝟘𝟞𝟘𝟝
Step, step, and another step. Sophia's gaze remained on the ground close to her feet, with frequent glances into the bird cage which she still encircled with both arms. The guitar was gone, but she couldn't bring herself to give up on the bird, not when there was still a chance it might live. That wasn't the only worry that occupied Sophia's thoughts, though. She still wasn't sure what they were going to do once they reached town—they were heading to town, right? That was what she thought the conclusion had been. Then there was Angélique, and Gregory, and she was still cold, and she had—

The sound of helicopters cut into her thoughts, and her thoughts spiraled down that path instead until an exclamation from Ernie jolted her out to see... wait a moment. How had she—what had she—she'd missed the arrival of someone like that? But with the sudden reactions of the others around her, it made her think that it was something... different. Sophia tried her best to listen through her exhaustion, catching what was said about them returning to the estate. We're going back there? It seems like it's been so long... A steady surrounding sounded welcoming, though. Not having to wonder when they would leave again or anything like that.

"Transmit. I'm gonna need a healer in town as soon as possible. Over."

Huh? That was, Zoe? She wasn't in the group... a glance around told Sophia that a few seemed to be missing too. Pay attention, pay attention, she scolded herself.

There was wariness but fascination as well in her eyes as she watched the woman flicker and speak. Definitely not a regular human. But the conversation that was being held... Amigos... straggler... hurting... lost an arm... bleed out...

Her heart rate sped up, and the next conversation after the woman had left didn't help. Chris and Brent and Marcus. This had happened before, right? There had been something during the beach party. Something tense. But why now? It made her so nervous, it just wasn't the time.

"Could be 'Lovely weather today' for all I know."

Schönes Wetter heute, nicht wahr? The phrase popped into her head, unbidden, and then another one began. 今天—

Sophia began to shake her head roughly, but stopped the moment she realized it jolted the cage a bit. What was wrong with her? She needed to be here, not stuck up in her head. Presence of mind. Something like that. Her jaw clenched and she started walking again. Step, step, an abrupt halt and an attempt to shield her ears with one arm as a dragon roared. A few blinks as her ears rang, the feeling too familiar.

Then: a step and a step and another.
For what felt like the fifth time in the past minute, Alina checked her watch as she walked down the sidewalk towards the church up ahead. Ten minutes early. That was good, and if Matthew hadn't shown up yet, she could work on preparing for Monday. There were many school papers (though nothing too important should she lose any of them) tucked neatly into her large handbag, in addition to notepad and writing tools. Because she was sure to have many questions.

She was... looking forward to seeing Matthew perhaps, but dreading it at the same time. A vampire. Yes. The new knowledge had even made its way into her dreams.

Stopping briefly before the church, Alina took a moment to smooth down her clothes that were more dressy than what she would usually wear if not going to a church. Rather like her work clothes, she wore a long, loose, dark green skirt and cream blouse that was buttoned up all the way to hide the mark that still remained. It still ached, sometimes. Her hair was loose, not long enough to be tied up anyway.

Entering the church, Alina stood still for a moment, searching, before a friendly churchgoer bid her good afternoon and began to exchange a few pleasantries. With a composure that did not betray her nerves as it had that night, Alina spoke with the woman for a minute or two before once again scanning the place. There were too many people...
Sophia Lemane


𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟛𝟝
She heard it before it came. Thought it sounded like rushing water. But that didn't make sense. It was too loud, too powerful, and though they were by the--

The water came, and she wasn't ready for it. It almost swept her entirely off her feet and down the tunnel, but with some desperate flailing she managed to remain more or less around the same area until the water ceased rushing in and she could stand properly once more. But though she herself was alright and intact, her clothes were soaked up to chest height as an unfortunate result of her stumbling. It was cold.

That wasn't the worst part. The cage remained clutched in one hand, and when she regained her breath Sophia looked down. To see the bird, lying on the bottom of the cage. Unmoving. Unmoving.

Unmoving. Irrational panic flooded her, looking at the bird that was possibly... possibly... dead? No. It was in shock. Pav was okay. Brent's transmission went unanswered. Pav was okay. But what did you do when a bird had been soaked in water? Take it out and wrap it up? When someone had been... drowned there were certain things you did, like uh, CPR? You couldn't do that to a bird. So then what?

It's alright, Pav. We're going to get out of here soon, and someone will know what to do. For some reason she wasn't convincing herself. But it was okay. Right? Sophia brought the cage closer to herself, hugging it and gazing down into the cage as if that could shield the bird from anything else to come. Heidi was left behind. Sav was dead. Gregory was...

"You guys okay in there? We've got three dead-- staff members. Everybody else out here is alive, but we’ve got injuries. Don’t know how bad yet."

...dead, if what she had heard was true. Staff members were dead. Classmates were injured. Angélique was... possibly alive? Or dead. Sophia shivered, hugging the cage tighter. Pav wasn't going to die. As she shifted, trying to find a position that would miraculously make her warmer, she became aware once more of the weight of something on her back.

No. The guitar. It must be so waterlogged at this point, it wouldn't be playable. Destroyed. She had failed at keeping it safe too. The guitar wasn't alive, it was more replaceable than a living thing. But still, the realization that it was yet another thing that had gone wrong was too much for Sophia, and she now found herself unsuccessfully fighting back tears.

She should take off the guitar and leave it behind.

Shouldn't carry extra weight. Yeah.

Soon.

Soon.
Now that she had called, now that he had picked up, Alina wasn't sure what to say. She was... nervous too. She could just say one word, give him a confirmation, and then hang up, couldn't she? But there were questions too. Things she wanted to ask, because this night didn't seem real. The words that came out of her mouth weren't quite her usual self, strange because she wasn't sure how to start. Too harsh. "No. I'm standing here while some stupid vampire sucks my blood, actually." She wasn't usually sarcastic. It wasn't right.

Matthew huffed, a sound of both frustration and amusement. "You don't want to believe. Probably for the best."

She couldn't read him over the phone. What did that huff mean, annoyance? A suppressed laugh? This was why talking over phones wasn't a good idea. If she couldn't see the person, she couldn't react properly. "I..." She still needed to know. "I didn't say I didn't believe." Did she or not? Her voice took on a slightly apologetic tone, though still rather tight. "It's rather a heavy revelation, wouldn't you think?"

"It is," Matthew agreed, softening his tone somewhat. "You're taking this quite calmly, truth be told." Then again, she hadn't been turned; the abrupt paradigm shift that was waking up to a new unlife did tend to exacerbate the situation. He wasn't entirely certain he had ever gotten over it, personally.

"Mmmmm..." Calmly. Yes, the key to everything was remaining calm, at least on the outside. It was a... good thing to hear that he thought she was taking this "quite calmly". If vampires really did exist, then what about werewolves? Fairies? Ghosts? Spirits of nature and the wood? Angels? "Where does the line get drawn?" she mused, not realizing that those thoughts had been said aloud until it was a moment too late. Irritation sparked through her, and knowing that she could not be seen, she allowed it to show by swinging a loosely fisted hand through the air at her side. Bad idea. She hissed through clenched teeth.

"Where does the line get drawn?" he echoed in amused confusion. "You'll have to clarify that, I'm afraid." He wondered idly if the conversation would be more or less awkward if held in person. Ask her out to a café on the weekend? That sounded an awful lot like a date.

"Never mind." She leaned back in her chair, trying to figure out where exactly this was going. Why was she still talking to him? Because it wasn't easy to pass up conversation with a vampire, because they... didn't normally exist. Except they did. "Okay, wait." Alina's voice became more businesslike. "Since vampires apparently exist, are there other supernatural beings out there? How many people get attacked by you guys, and how are you dealing with this? Just now it was luck that you were there, but is there some special group that is actually dedicated to dealing with this?"

"How many people know the... reality?"

Matthew exhaled a quiet laugh. "Here come all the questions," he commented, not unkindly.

A reply popped up on his laptop screen, which he typed a reply to one-handed, thin fingers spidering quickly across the keyboard. Then another; he scowled briefly at it, even as he was amused at the knowledge that Alina couldn't see his face right now. Another reply. "This may be a very, very long conversation to have over the phone. Are you free this Sunday?"

Oh yes, she had questions. Alina waited impatiently as she thought she heard the clicking of keys on the other side of the line. What was he typing? Did he have to actually look the answers up somewhere? When Matthew spoke again, it was not what she had been expecting. Far from it. She shifting uncomfortably on her chair, thinking about meeting The Vampire again. But she already had her answer, though she took her time giving it. It came at last though, accompanied with a sigh. "I can make time. When and where?"

Matthew repressed a nervous shiver, and recited the address of a church. It never gets easier. At lease it wasn't too out of the way to get to from where she lived, but then again, nothing in this tiny country was 'out of the way' to him. "Let's meet at 1pm. Service will have ended and people will be having lunch there; a nice, safe public place."

Alina grabbed a nearby sheet of paper (though not one of her student's) and jotted down the address along with the date and time. She loosely circled it many times till the circle was dark on the paper, then set it apart further down the table. "Yeah, okay." Nice, safe public place. That did mean a lot to her. She hesitated. "Well, I need to get back to work now."

"Sure, go ahead. Take care." He hung up before it could get any more awkward, and fixed his gaze back on the screen. His fingers drummed on the tabletop nervously.

For a few seconds even after Matthew had hung up, Alina hung on to the phone. Thinking. Sunday, one in the afternoon. She would be there. Then at last she ended the call on her side as well, putting her phone down and taking red pen in hand instead. Back to work.
Sophia Lemane


𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟛𝟘
Even as people around her moved around, speaking, planning, or whatever it was they were doing, Sophia didn't move from her spot by the wall. The cage containing the bird was clutched tightly in both hands as if it were a lifeline, an anchor, as her gaze darted around the room but often strayed to the window. There was little to be seen between the rain, the whirling sand, and the sky that hadn't entirely lightened yet. But she knew it had to be bad. There were classmates out there--her classmates--trying to hold the attackers off? For how long?

And they were stuck here.

This time, she didn't long to see around her and find the placement of everything. She didn't want to pinpoint the locations of the people. The objects. Last time during the attack on D.C, when it had come to uncovering the people buried there, she had thought she could not see enough and longed for more. She had gotten it, but now she didn't want to see. Sophia's gaze left the window and she looked down into the small birdcage at the reddish black bird there, observing it's movements as the seconds ticked by and the voices around her blurred. There was the bird, there was her. And there was fear. That was all. But at least she could focus on the bird. Did it know what danger it was in?

Heidi...

When Ernie came to get her down into the tunnels once more, she held the cage by one hand and grabbed the guitar with the other, taking a moment to sling it over her back for ease of carry. Stopping short at the trapdoor, she glanced at Ernie nervously then back at the cage. It would be difficult to climb down holding the cage, so...

It was hard, but she managed to speak (quietly) to Ernie. "Could you... hold this while--while I... climb?" As she spoke, she extended the cage out by a few inches towards Ernie.

"Just fucking get a new one!" As Ernie glared, Sophia withdrew the cage quickly and looked away. She wouldn't leave Pav behind. Heidi was already... behind... and the bird had been entrusted to her. She couldn't leave the innocent thing. Silently, she wrapped one arm around the birdcage and tried to make sure it rested snugly against her hip, fingers gripping the bars to help prevent her from dropping it.

Then she began to climb down, trying to ignore Ernie's unapproving presence and the bad feeling it gave her. Clinging close to the ladder as she made her way down one armed, the bird cage clanked and scraped against the ladder. Sorry, Pav. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best. Once down, she remained by the wall, gaze on the bird once more.

Sophia Lemane


𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟚𝟘
The quick pace that was set forced Sophia to focus on her breathing and on keeping up with the group, somehow helping to make her feel a bit more awake and alert. It was still far from optimal as she found it hard to focus, but there had only been one instruction: to go into the passage. Nothing more to occupy her attention and focus it in one place. When they finally reached the ladder and emerged into the lighthouse, she scanned the room, heart and breathing quick from the impromptu exercise.

Blood. Blood? Not much, but still... And prints from shoes. Was someone...?

"Someone’s out there. There’s one person ahead, too." What did that mean? Moving closer to the edge of the room but not yet leaning on anything, it seemed that all could be done now was to wait. Again. Not knowing what to do. Her gaze darted from trapdoor to the lighthouse door to the stairs, thoughts and theories constantly being formed and pushed down.

The "team" was arguing, shouting, and somewhere in between she caught the words that Siena and Brent were in the tunnels--she hadn't even noticed they were gone--but Gregory hadn't made it? That didn't mean... no, it meant...

Zoe left. Marcus and Emma went upstairs. Chris left, not escaping her attention. She didn't get what everyone was doing, why so many people seemed to have some sort of a purpose while she didn't. Had she missed an instruction? No.

So she did what she did best. Nothing.
Sophia Lemane


𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ℤ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 / / ~𝟘𝟝𝟘𝟘
At 5am, just as she should have been, Sophia was in bed and asleep. The night had been a surprisingly good one for the lucky girl, her sleep unplagued by blood and death. But the blaring alarm woke her quickly, and though still sleepy she was quick to grasp the simple meaning. Alarms meant everything bad. Pushing back the covers, she was only beginning to get out of bed, however, when a staff member rushed into her room.

Awake but perhaps not the most alert, she grabbed whatever was nearest in her reach before she was ushered out of the room: the black cardigan hanging over her chair that still contained her phone, pen and pencil, and sheet of paper half filled with scribbles from the day before. Why she bothered to grab anything she wasn't quite sure, but being able to hold onto something felt... better.

She didn't know what was wrong this time, but it was definitely serious. The ball of panic and worry that had already formed grew larger as a conversation revealed that two of her classmates and others were not with them, and the rumbling of the building didn't help. The pen fell out of her pocket as she clutched the balled up sweater closer to her chest, but she paid no attention to it as her mind began to leap to conclusions.

But no.

They were going to get off the island. It was going to be okay. They would escape whatever-- whoever had caused the alarm to be sounded.

It was going to be okay, right?

Right?
By the time that the male staff member entered the room, Sophia had donned her cardigan and was sitting against the wall, head resting on her knees. Though she had been trying to stay as alert as possible, everything had a hazy, disorienting feel to it.

"Hostiles... Amigos do Paí... not pulling their punches..."

She stood up, pushing her uncombed hair back from her face. Wondered if tying it back somehow would help her feel more alert.

"...attack the house... attack the town... destroy that ferry..." Too many possibilities. If the ferry they were to head towards was to be attacked, that would be... bad. But the house might also be attacked, or the town...

But there were instructions, and she could follow instructions. No decision making required. Just follow. Silently, she headed into the passage.
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