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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 3, 2017 2:15:44 GMT -5
( That should just be a separate week made Ooh Hamilton ccx I would've welcomed you and laughed evilly had I been in the same position but unfortunately I haven't been able to watch it and thus I cannot laugh evilly
Showwww meeee && take all the time you need no need to hurry
You take all the time you need too Ult for future replies c; )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 4, 2017 19:27:34 GMT -5
[ National Nap week ] [ x_x I mainly got into it just cause I saw cute animatics to it ] [ it's on my DA and Insta *snaps fingers as I self promote* I'll have the reply tomorrow yaaaaaaaayyyy ]
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 4, 2017 21:44:16 GMT -5
《 mhdhbdb I'm so sorry I haven't finished my reply yet guys; I keep only getting online later and then I need to sleep and ugh. I'll write it tomorrow, I swear 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 5, 2017 14:54:27 GMT -5
[ another wild reply has appeared ]
Not okay. Guilty. Bad basically. She thought to herself when Will finally spoke, knowing she couldn't just say 'Oh I'm dandy how about you?' and she was sure a sarcastic coat to the words wouldn't help either. "Physically, sore...but I'll live...emotionally...I don't know" she started, glancing toward Will while taking note of his fidgeting. She wanted to say so much. She wanted to tell him that he shouldn't be asking her that question, that it should be her asking him if he was okay. But he clearly wasn't. His sister was gone, kidnapped by some fools that had cornered them. She wanted to blame herself, she wanted to blame someone but how could she? This was a result of their own, a punishment for not listening. A cruel punishment given to them by the universe. Remus didn't even have to lift a finger for that.
Should she try and assure him that Remus would get Eliza back? Alive and well no matter what? Remus Hawkins was a man of determination and stubbornness, he won' rest until Eliza and Morgan were safely back into the La Selina's walls. Remus wouldn't dare do anything that would result into her being harmed. Sybil clenched the sheets underneath her into her hands and watch Will carefully, trying to think of the right words to say, the right words that would...somehow sound comforting.
"Will...I'm sorry...we should...we shouldn't have...Remus will get her back and-and Morgan it'll....be...alright" She stammered, again words seemed to fail her this time around. She tried to think of something that would make a sad looking William Gansey somewhat happy, but the only way to do that is to get Eliza back and Remus probably won't even let Will come with. Knowing Remus he would hold back anyone that had any emotional attachment to Morgan or Eliza. Remus of course will excuse himself from that part, thinking that it was so easy to detach his feelings from work.
"It'll...be alright" She said softly, ignoring the all too quiet Benny who was tiding up his work station off to the corner of the room. Probably listening in too the old bear. She glanced back and forth between her hands and then to Will's face, waiting for something to be said. An outburst? A snappy retort?
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Remus nearly ran into Lenore actually when he turned the corner, his eyes widening for a second at her appearance before his eyes narrowed once more. He took a step back to straighten his front coat, clearing his throat. "I was just going out to get you...I need to know more about what happen and Sybil is busy being patched up...and can only fill in so much" He said, his look lingering on her for a moment on that last part before looking to his cuffs. "And so I was wondering if you could. I need to know who took Eliza, if you know them personally and what gang their with...and anything I should know" He said. His mouth was saying one thing while his mind was working another thing, prices and men, supplies they would need. A plan. Two plans. 3 plans.
Who was coming
What would they need?
How would he approach this? Direct? Or try and sneak around these peoples small brains and get what he wants. Does he force his men through and get Morgan and Eliza without so much as a conversation? Pluck off gang members one by one and send them as warnings? So many thoughts were racing through his head. He couldn't bring certain party members. Will was defiantly not coming neither was Lenore. He will take care of this.
He will clean up the mess that was left behind and deal with Dante's rage when he tells him of this...well after he rescues Morgan and Eliza. He didn't care if Dante burned the map of London onto his skin he was going to do whatever it took to get back his men. They were his. They belonged to no one else. It sounds bad, of course it does. No person belongs to anyone but these were his Ravens. Eliza was a Raven, Morgan was a Raven. Remus will put out the Dragons flame, push the Crestels off their throne, knock down the Shires from their place in order to get to his goals. He will burn down all of London if he needed to.
Whoa getting ahead there...maybe half of London.
His brain was telling him so much he wasn't sure if he could even listen to Lenore at this moment in time. But he had to focus, he had to gather men to invade whatever building he was going to. Or at least send a Raven to whoever took his Ravens, set up a meeting or something. Sybil said Crestels, and this smells of that but he had to be sure from Lenore that this was from those crazy loons. If not, and Remus were to start something with them then he would have to deal with another gang that wasn't peachy keen with him.
Remus watched Lenore, waiting for the information he needed and to thus make his way to a pen and paper....and hopefully out the door with guns and knives.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 5, 2017 21:53:16 GMT -5
《 I'll reply to yours tomorrow Bee 》
Eliza scowled at the man - what was his name? She still couldn't remember. Either way, she certainly wasn't fond of him. She wasn't fond of many members of London’s underground societies, but she particularly wasn't fond of a group that had taken her hostage for… Well, reasons currently unknown. Because the man in front of her would tell her nothing. She continued her glare, tipping her chin up. “Perhaps I'll cooperate when you tell me why I'm here,” she quipped, her crisp upper-class accent cutting through. “I am not a stupid girl; there must be something you want of me.”
The man - he must not be much older than she was, in all honesty - at least had the decency to look like he was ashamed of… something. From the ease at which they'd taken her, she didn't think it was the kidnapping itself. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Eliza had no way of knowing, really, as she was no mind reader. But there did seem to be something bothering him.
Her eyebrows shot straight up at his words about removing her shackles, which she quickly schooled back into a nonchalant glare. There had to be a catch, didn't there? The man couldn't just remove her shackles, otherwise there wouldn't have been a point. Eliza debated her course of action. It was possible he was just lying, of course, a ploy to get her to follow him without complaint or protest. Or perhaps he would remove the shackles, but it was all only a ploy to gain some kind of trust with her. Either way, if she didn't go with him willingly, he'd probably resort to more forceful methods. Eliza decided to come along; she'd really rather not be dragged down the hallway.
She followed him wordlessly, keeping a safe distance between them at all times. She kept expecting him to pull something - to drop the friendly front and attack her or something.
Instead, his words surprised her. Eliza tilted her head, regarding him with curiosity (but not without a little glare). She sighed. “I never planned to get involved in the gang scene,” she told him. She told him nothing else. Normally she might have, but it was near impossible to be courteous with someone who had kidnapped her, essentially.
And then he mentioned Morgan.
Eliza’s feet froze mid-step causing a tiny stumble. Morgan? What did Morgan have to do with any of this? Her heart pounded in her chest. What had happened on the boys’ mission? Had all of them been captured, been taken right here? Did they have Will and Remus too? She kept walking. “I'm not sure what you mean.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 8, 2017 18:36:18 GMT -5
[ ;lkfs;lsa it's the weekend at last thank the lords ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 8, 2017 22:00:51 GMT -5
《 It is. Thank god. So sorry I haven't gotten that reply up yet, guys. I'll do my best. This past week has just been really crazy with stuff. I really hope I can finish it tomorrow, but I also have a fair bit of homework... egendbhsbf 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 9, 2017 3:15:52 GMT -5
( all hail the glorious weekened no pressure, Ult really c: take all the time you need - I think all of us are super busy. I've got exams coming up soon and I only have two weeks left to get my portfolio together, so I may be really busy with all the crazy stuff going on :c I'll try to get my reply up soon too guys - thanks for being patient with me u~u )
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 10, 2017 22:11:31 GMT -5
Physically fine. Emotionally less so. Will understood that completely. Maybe if he had some sort of injury out of the whole ordeal, it would make everything seem better in proportion. And yet here he was, and here Eliza wasn't. His shoulders slumped, and he buried his face in his hands.
He wanted to be angry; to be able to yell it out, maybe punch something, and then everything would seem okay. That's the way he knew many of his former companions to be. Throw some punches, break something, scream, and then move on. It seemed like such a simple way of doing things, and yet Will had never been one to be angry. Maybe in his early teenage years, but very rarely. He just couldn't see the good in pinning the blame on someone and seeking to punish them. What good usually came out of it? Any emotional relief was temporary. Far more useful just to do something about it. That part was usually what bit him; he'd do something impulsive, land himself in more trouble. But he tried never to blame others.
He couldn't think of it as Sybil’s fault, but he found it impossible to escape his own culpability in his mind. If only he had been there… If only he had apologized for that silly little scuffle a few days prior… If only he'd done better for his sister than he had. He'd intended for his ventures into the gang life to be a way to support the two of them (he'd stopped worrying about his parents when they'd stopped worrying about him - and more importantly Eliza), but he'd been fully conscious of his own slide into something much more than that. The Rockshires had swept him away, allured him with the promise of a place to belong. Gradually it became more about himself than about taking care of his sister. Naturally, she'd learned to take care of herself. But she shouldn't have had to.
Will heard Sybil’s voice as she passed out reassurances. It was only when he heard her voice soften that he lifted his head. He regarded her heavily for a moment. He swallowed, suddenly feeling a little guilty. “Thank you, Sybil,” he mumbled. It was odd to talk to her without one of them being at the other's throat. He didn't think too long on that; he did think about the fact that she was lying in an infirmary, injured. The last thing she probably wanted was for him to hang around. He cleared his throat, mustering up a little bravado. “I suppose I should let you get some rest, if you're capable.” He didn't stand. A part of him wished she might ask him to stay, if only so that he might not come up with any stupid, impulsive ideas. His eyes rested on hers, unwavering.
Then he realized how stupid he probably looked. He rose from his seat. “I'll… See you later, then.” He said, too tired to be awkward or flamboyant.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 10, 2017 22:12:39 GMT -5
[ And the weekend is gone gosh darn it ] [ that should be our motto 'Take your time" Ewww Exams, I wish you luck Misc everyone is changing their names holy waffles and butter batman I've got projects coming up soon and those are most likely are gonna drag me through the dirt, mud, cement and so on ]
[ I'll reply tomorrow morning hopefully ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 15, 2017 4:18:55 GMT -5
( hey guys, I'm going to try and get a reply up asap I'm super sorry for being gone for so long; the last past few weeks have been hectic with this cold (I feel like everyone's sick these days) but I know that's not really an excuse to be so absent xc Again, thanks for being patient with me - I'll try to have something up once I get home
our motto really should be "take your time" and yup everyone is changing their names haha ewww projects :/ I wish you the best luck with those, Bee that's rough )
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 15, 2017 21:25:18 GMT -5
L e n o r e
I’m glad that Sybil is being patched up.
Those are a lot of questions, Lenore looked like she wanted to say, though she didn’t. On a normal circumstance, perhaps she would have. Now, however, was a little different. There was a small momentary silence. “Why don’t we try speaking somewhere a little more private?” It seemed quite in the endless corridors, but there were no doubt enemies within the wall, and no one knew when people were listening. Everything was just unsafe like that - at least, it seemed unsafe like that with all the events that were clustered together. “I’ll fill you in on the unimportant details while we walk.” The two that had ambushed Eliza and Morgan - they had not been Ravens. Those were individuals who had the masks on as Ravens, but it was visible that they’d turned their allegiance to somewhere else. Who knew how many more there were here.
“Nothing too significant happened while we were there,” she started, her voice the same collected calm as usual, though it was much more quiet, like she was locked in thought. Or perhaps reliving the horrible night in her head. “It became a stalemate at one point, actually - everyone was locked in. Every group had to remain static - they were talking about an agreement to get out somehow, though it didn’t seem like it would’ve been possible even if they had the chance. It didn’t seem like anything was about to happen until…” Lenore furrowed her eyebrows together as she remembered. There had been the sudden gunshots and the familiar voices outside. “Until Morgan… Until the chaos outside happened and guards started rushing in.” She fell silent for a moment. A long moment, actually, as she paused in her tracks without turning around. There were a myriad of things that he had to do, so keeping her words as short as possible was the least she could do. “We’re - no, I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
“The comment that you made earlier - that wasn’t the reason for why we went in the first place.” The corners of her lips tugged into the faintest hint of a wry smile. “Well, perhaps Sybil might have, but I think deep down we all had our own reasons for going. As for me, I wanted to prove to myself that I was wrong.” Her dark eyes wandered over to the open stone railings, where the vast night sky stretched out endlessly. “For most of my life, I was raised by Irving. We couldn’t do anything but follow his every command like some marionette - I’m sure you’ve heard of what he does before. I think that’s where most people just… forget what anything feels like to have something important.”
Was it awkward? Yeah. And she definitely wasn’t saying everything she wanted to, though for once, she wasn’t using her head to speak. The words came out a little jumbled, but, well, it felt nice for a change to not have every last word organised in her head before she said them out loud. “The Ravens are different, though. You mean more to me than I could’ve imagined. Just thinking about the three of you going there, in that palace… It was frightening. I thought… I think that somewhere, we thought that we might lose you.”
After a while, she picked up her pace once again, still without turning around. “It probably doesn’t matter to you, but I just wanted you to know.” Then she gathered her hands together in front of herself as she ran all of the options, all of the events that had occurred. “As for Eliza’s whereabouts… I think I may have an idea of where they both are. Morgan and Eliza.”
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 15, 2017 22:53:55 GMT -5
《 DO I SPY SOME LEMUR GOING ON HERE FOLKS?
Meep take your time guys. I know we all have lots of things keeping us occupied.
Also, the third A Court of Thorns and Roses book is coming out very soon, and I'm super excited I feel like I remember you guys saying you've read Sarah J Maas... Right? 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 15, 2017 23:57:27 GMT -5
( oh dear the ship names xD
yup we definitely do :c You guys take all the time you need too (I swear we're probably going to be sick of hearing it but really) && I don't want to give you guys forced answers which is probably why it takes a little more time to type out everything
O: must buy. although it's... probably going to take some time before I even get my hands on any new book since the bookstores over here are kinda slow and the last time I ordered a book online it never came o~o
Why yes, yes I think we did say that Cx
I'll start typing up a reply for your post, Ult~ )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 16, 2017 0:51:05 GMT -5
[ I get extremely lazy during the summer I have discovered gonna reply now considering I might not be able to later. The last few weeks of classes are coming around so that means all the professors are pulling out the 'Hey let's make life hard!' tricks x-x ] [ Misc, being sick means you can take a break girl, your health comes before this. If you had a cold, then curl up and eat some soup and crackers. Don't worry about replying ] [ lol I kind of wanna change my name now but too lazy ] [ will you guys bury me in my projects ] [ DID YOU SAY LEMUR? Cause I see Lemur and Swible, double feature ] [ I live for Maas I haven't even started the second one, I haven't even gotten to her newest book yet. I'm a horrible book fan. T-T ]
Aw great. Remus could have gone without that comment about we were scared to lose you comment. Cause all Remus thought in that split moment, his mind being the horrible feeling mushy type that it is, couldn't help but feel that ping in his chest. That comment twisted his heart and his whole track of staying cold and resilient to this whole thing. It does matter to me... he wanted to cut in, he wanted to interrupt her and tell her just how much he understood her. The feeling of having something special with the threat of it getting taken away, he knew that feeling.
He wanted to tell her how upset he was, grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she understood the rage that shook his frame. He wanted to yell at her for being so stupid, he wanted to yell at her for the equal amount of yelling at three people. He wanted to tell her how it didn't matter how horrible she felt in the end, this feeling would never leave her. How she was gonna have to own up to her mistake, as will Sybil and Eliza. There was the half though of his brain that said he should some how comfort her, tell her everything will be alright. But that wasn't how Remus flowed right now...the cold hard truth of the matter was that things might not go okay. People were gonna get hurt and there was a big chance that in that group of people could be Eliza and Morgan.
He wanted to tell her how much she scared him too. How he had felt a ping go through his heart that made the world stop turning.
If you thought I wouldn't care why tell me? He thought as a side note, narrowing his eyes a bit before looking to the side. He released a sigh, his mouth twisting up to a tiny scowl before moving to stand beside Lenore. "I understand that what you did was out of worry...and I don't need to go into how utterly stupid it was of you to do this...but you know when I heard about this...I...I was...I thought you were...." He paused, swallowing the knot in his throat before shaking his head.
"We don't have time for this, this is a conversation that can be saved for later. Where are they being held?" He said with a frustrated tone to his voice. But it wasn't for Lenore, not entirely, but for lots of things. He was frustrated that how every mission they seem to go on something bad happens. Someone doesn't listen, something becomes flawed, someone is somehow waiting for them at the end. He was constantly having to fix something now a days, having to worry about someone and it was just tiring. He always thought he was indestructible and could do anything he wanted. Could handle everything that was tossed his way but he was finally seeing the line in the sand.
He was tired. He was getting tired and it was like the world knew it. Like the universe was pressing down on him, seeing how far he'll go until he snaps. Pulling out every trick in the book....
And the worst part was that he felt it coming. The oncoming snap, the break in his defenses were slowly crumbling. He has been begging for some kind of break in his mind, forget about praying like some people do. Remus stopped praying when he left his family behind, god didn't do much for someone like him. But he still begged for just a night of him sleeping in, not having to wake up early and put on a tight suit and sit in the office all day.
But that request will have to wait until he fixes this....
He'll rest a bit easier if Morgan and Eliza were both back under his roof...so he could promptly scream at the lot of them for giving him a heart attack at this young age
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Sybil herself didn't know if she could rest, even with the exhaustion nagging are her brain to just curl up on her good side and sleep until everything stopped hurting. Her eyes wanted to close and sleep, her mind wanted to take a break but...she didn't want Will to leave. She stared right back at him for that moment, thinking for a split second that felt like forever in her mind. A single thought that made her feel like her brain was turning to slush. Did she want him to stay? Of course she didn't want him to be alone, he just lost his sister...and she just lost her equivalent of a brother...again. And even though Eliza is alive, she had to be. She refused to think she was anything but alive. Anyway, she knew how it felt to lose someone close like a family member all too well. And frankly if she had the friends she had today, she would have wanted to be with someone. She would want to be with anyone that could chase off those dark thoughts creeping in the corner of her mind.
So she found her hand reaching out to snatch his own hand, watching him still. Her gray gaze unwavering. "Stay" She said, hoping the comfort was apparent in her voice. "That is...if you want to" She added quickly, dropping her hand down and rubbing the back of her neck. A light dust of pink brushing across her freckled cheeks. Benny didn't say a word, watching from the corner of his eye as he put away the tools he got out to check Sybil....although not thoroughly but he wasn't about to break this little thing up.
Was it weird for Sybil to suddenly feel like she should be saying something else? That she should be telling him something or should be talking about something important that was somewhat off topic but not totally off topic? Did that make any sense? "Um...I never did get to teach you the rest of that card trick" She said, her face lighting up for a second at the thought.
"I never did get to see you do it but then again that was because someone was trying to kill you" She said, her words nothing but ramble now. "Honestly I don't remember what I was teaching you then, but hey we can always start over. Or you know...have you read anything good lately? I'm sure that's much more pleasant. I read this one book not to long ago, it was amazing but the ending was pure garbage" Typical Sybil. Trying to fill in the air with anything that could distract them from what was happening. But then again she's never had to do it in a dress while her hair was all pinned up.
Speaking of, she started to take those pins out as she talked. "The ending was completely filled with cliff hangers and I have no idea if the author plans on writing another one. Would help if some of the stuff he left open were wrapped up but you know sometimes things never go as plan- bloody hell" Sybil muttered, tugging on a certain pin stuck in her hair locked with another pin that was suppose to keep the bangs out of her face. "It was good with every...everything else though" She mumbled as she tugged on it once more, yanking it out and letting a few pins clatter to the ground that slipped from her hand. Maybe her stupid struggling would cause enough of a distraction for poor Will.
Maybe it would be enough.
Would it be enough? To be honest probably not but worth a try. She doubted sarcasm or quips were appropriate for this kind of thing.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 16, 2017 21:28:27 GMT -5
《 You must read the new ones, Bee! ACOMAF is my favourite. The newest Throne of Glass was... Kind of meh in my opinion, but I'm still going to finish the series. That's unfortunate, Misc (I'm still gonna call you Misc, if that's alright cx) Do you get ebooks, then? I would more often honestly if I didn't always forget to charge my ereader. And I'm kind of a sucker for paper and ink
Went ahead and wrote a reply for Will, since I had the time now 》
It was an odd moment, that space of time between Will’s announcement to leave and Sybil’s response. They were the kind of seconds that ran drunkenly, not entirely forwards but staggeringly. He turned with hesitation, shamelessly giving her time to tell him to stay. Too embarrassing to say aloud, but he did not want to be alone right now. And he wondered, maybe, if Sybil might not want to be alone either, though he could scarcely imagine her needing anyone. A hand closed around his and he stalled, those seconds losing their footing entirely, the grains of sand in an hourglass which hung mid-air. ”Stay.” It might have embarrassing how nice it felt to hear. He nodded, not looking at her directly for fear that she might see right through him, and casually as he could settled back into the chair.
Will had worried for a second about what to say, but it turned out he didn't really need to. Sybil immediately started talking, first about teaching him that card trick and then without a moment for him to respond she'd switched to something about some book she'd read. It took him a moment before he realized the poor girl was rambling (his brain was a little scrambled at the moment). Why exactly was slightly lost on him, but he figured she must feel guilty about… the night's events (he knew he did), and perhaps also bad for him.
Dear god, was Sybil pitying him? His poor, prideful soul was mortified. No wonder she was being so nice to him. Will knew she wouldn't on a regular day. Still, the thought of being pitied seemed nicer than being alone at the moment, and so Will stayed put. And he listened. He listened as she rambled on about the book she'd read - no mention of the title, so he had no hope of relating it to his own potential experience, all the while tugging out the pins in her hair. He had to admit, the sight was somewhat comical. Clearly, Sybil was not used to removing hair pins, given how much she was struggling-
Oh, he truly was an idiot, wasn't he? Here he was, sitting here wallowing in his own pity while a lady (okay, Sybil would likely drive one of those pins through his eye if he ever called her a lady) who had reopened a stab wound in her side was here struggling. His eyes darted to the site of her injury as he jumped to his feet, shooing her hands away from her hair. “Please be careful, Miss...” He trailed off, suddenly realizing he'd dug himself into a much deeper hole. As if telling Sybil Rye of all people to please be careful and calling her ‘miss’ wasn't enough (boyhood etiquette lessons; old habits died hard, and he'd always been wary of the way he actually treated women save for the stupid flirting act).
There was no going back now. He tried again. “Apologies, Sybil. If you would allow me to help you? I've had plenty of practice.” Will paused, reconsidering his words, and cringed. He cleared his throat, clarifying; “With my sister. I've helped my sister with the hairpins before. Not that you aren't capable, of course. I was merely worried about you disturbing that wound of yours...” He trailed off, fully aware that he was the one rambling now. He flinched slightly at his own mention of Eliza, but kept going. “Here.” He gently removed a pin, doing his best to ignore the awkwardness of the gesture. He carefully removed another, minimizing his actual contact with her as much as possible. His eyes skipped elsewhere, only noticing now that Benny was still in the room. Oh dear god. Will ducked his head, wondering if he looked as awkward as he felt.
He cleared his throat, turning his attention back to Sybil as he continued. “So, this book of yours; tell me more about it.”
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 16, 2017 22:58:18 GMT -5
( that's very true... why is it that people always seem to pull the "hey here lemme give you this project - don't worry it won't overlap with the millions of other classes you have" trick at the end ;~; thank you - I've actually recovered a lot since last week so I think Imma be okay cx
/buries/
double feature indeed
Of course! I think I'm still used to being called Misc anyway cx Actually I'm the same (except for the getting ebooks part - I haven't been able to do that xc) but I really can't live without paper and ink )
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 20, 2017 21:20:35 GMT -5
[ Guyz I'll get a response up soon-ish, I've been busy with projects since the semester is ending thank the lord ] [ Butttttt How are y'all? Doing good? ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 21, 2017 11:15:38 GMT -5
( no worries - I've been really busy with portfolio and project stuff too aha we're being dumped with those nonstop lately I'm going okay! Just a little tired from all of the things that are going on but otherwise fine. How about you guys? How are you doing?? )
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 21, 2017 12:09:30 GMT -5
There was a split second of bemusement that flickered through the Raven when she heard the following words. Perhaps it was because part of herself had been expecting utter silence, or because she hadn’t exactly known what to expect. “I thought you were…”
The words that trailed off left her hesitating from reaching back and rubbing the back of her neck in something that could border a small twinge of sheepishness. It was certainly not what Lenore had been expecting to hear and to be frank, she wasn’t entirely certain of what to think. It was peculiar how, sometimes, Remus’s words could deter her focus and her thoughts. Was that normal? Similar situations never seemed to quite happen with anyone else. And there had never been a time when she'd been this... this worried over someone.
Right, right this should come later. Nodding her head at his next words in understanding, Lenore drew in a long breath before turning to face Remus. “I think,” she started slowly, running the options of her head once more as thoroughly as she could. So many things still felt jumbled, and it was true that most of her visor had been replaced with a jaded fatigue, though that mattered less to her than the current situation. One mistake and it would cost more than just time. “I think it’s the Crestles who are holding onto them. I’ve thought about it for a while now, and it just doesn’t make sense if any other organization were to intervene. Unless that is, Morgan is acquainted with other individuals.” Her dark eyes narrowed. “I don’t suppose he is, though. Not from what I know of him.”
Her memory flickered back to the time when Eliza had taken a step towards the two Crestle members - two of the most acknowledged individuals at that - in order to let Sybil and herself escape safely without being harmed, or murdered on the spot (which she was certain would have happened had it not been for the small factor they seemed to be hesitating over). The thought still brought a surge of frustration through her veins, though she did not let her expression change too much. Instead, she opted to glance down at her hands. “I… do have a request, Remus, as selfish as that sounds.” ~
Hearing her sigh, the Crestle only tossed his shoulder in a small shrug before resting his gloved hand on his waist. It seemed that hearing her admit that she’d never planned on getting involved in the gang scene had not come as a surprise for him.
After all, most individuals (unless they were a little tipsy in the head, as he’d like to say and had some striving passion for the underground society and its daring challenges and risks) were reluctant to become a part of its peculiar mesh. Lives were lost because of the thin, yet deadly threads that connected everything together at the core of the city, unbeknownst to the general public.
“How did you get involved, anyway?” His words sounded more like a quiet statement rather than an inquiry for Eliza, as if he were remembering something before letting the thought drift away.
Her second statement seemed to elicit a small snort from James, who only raked his free hand through his tousled hair. “I’m not sure if I believe you when you say that. Well, never mind,” he sighed as he lead her to a long door and gestured her towards it after opening it. It hung slightly ajar, just enough to swing open upon the slightest touch. “Go on,” he said as he leaned his weight on his right foot with his arms now crossed over his chest. “Maybe you’ll get some explanations, too.”
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The small click coming from the door was enough to make Morgan’s fingers curl against his sides, though he remained where he was, unmoving. One of his hands gently grabbed the front of the long, white robe draped over his shoulders and wrists. Was it Margaret who had opened the door? No, he knew that she would have most likely swept inside of the room with her elegant clothing trailing behind herself. She walked with a certain assurance, he remembered.
Part of himself dreaded seeing whoever was there, though, at the same time, a different side of him seemed to urge him to take a few steps closer towards the doors. His gaze roamed around the room once before focusing back on the slightly ajar doors once again, during which his molten eyes narrowed, practically glowing even with the small amount of light that was seeping in through the curtained windows. It didn’t matter whoever it was. As long as he listened to whatever they had to say and whatever they wanted from him (was it his debt? He had his whole life to give, from what they’d told him the moment he’d been recruited) they wouldn’t harm Eliza, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 23, 2017 16:58:41 GMT -5
[ slowly types reply as I do essay Hang in there Misc things will lighten up soon, praise that school has breaks x-x ] [ I'm doing okay! A lot better then what I thought. I'm going into the last three weeks? Idk if it's three or two but it's the last few weeks of college and it's. crazy. ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Apr 23, 2017 23:16:02 GMT -5
Sybil wasn't expecting Will to leap right up and shoo her hands away like that, taken a back by his...formal speaking. Did it just now occur to Sybil that Will spoke so...formal like? It was almost uneasy to her, who for so long has spoken so casually to everyone and then Will comes along and tosses her for a spin. Miss, Apologizes I mean....these were all things she heard Remus use when on those fancy dancey missions, requiring them to speak in such a formal tone but Will....eh. She didn't know why she found it so odd. Maybe it was just her.
She didn't have a lot of time to think on it before Will spoke again, causing her brain to flicker back to the conversation. "What book?" Her words fumbled out before she could even think about them, mentally slapping herself on the forehead for something like that. "Oh um...." She cleared her throat, scolding herself for the airhead response. "Never mind about the book...it's nothing. Just a stupid thing I picked up last week" She grumbled. But then again there went her only line for conversation. So she was left with nothing but the choice of either sitting in silence while Will worked the pins out of her hair or try and fish for something else to say. Anything Sybil...Anything is better then silence.
"You know I use to put in at least 15 pins in my hair when I was younger. More if I had them. But that was when my hair reached past my ears. Those pins though, I spent forever getting them untangled..." She said, letting a little pause go by before cringing at her own words. "Or...never mind that. I was trying to fill in the silence. I've noticed that most of my conversations are nothing but sarcastic quips and threats...." She mumbled more so to herself then to Will.
It was true though right? She barely had anything to say most of the time that wasn't sometime sarcastic or something threatening. When was the last time she had a real conversation that wasn't full of sarcasm? Must be a long damn time ago if she couldn't remember it. "...Just...nothing...I'm incredibly dull..." She summed up, her eyes darting down to her hands as she figured that talking wasn't going to do much. She couldn't even come up with a simple topic to talk about, and she wasn't going to be like the female characters in her book who just spat out something personal and deep. Casually mention her brother who ditched her and left her with this brutish gang and was most likely dead? Mention the fact that her father was beaten and killed by another gang? Um no that was a bad move, in fact there was no reason to do so. She could talk about all her stupidity when she was younger though, like loosing a bunch of pins in her hair or how she once locked herself in the bathroom and couldn't get out for a hour.
Plus who on earth wants to hear about her dead parents. Everyone in this gang has dead parents. Or at least one dead parent. If you're special you had dead parents and a dead Uncle who raised you from birth. Extra points if it's both the Uncle and Aunt.
That was a problem though wasn't it? Sybil was so use to that kind of tone of voice around her, that maybe the way Will spoke was normal and she was the one talking weird. Those people at the party were talking like him....maybe she was just weird and couldn't hold a conversation up even if her life depended on it.
"Just pretend I said something interesting then maybe it won't be so awkward" She tried for a small smile.
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"Of course the Crestels...I suspected as much" Remus muttered and cringed. Not who he would like to deal with at the moment. Especially with the given fact they practically ruined their hound track a month ago....cutting a deal with them could be next to impossible. "I could try to negotiate. I could give them part of the River side for Morgan and then hand over the factory works for Eliza, but they might want something bigger..." He grumbled, narrowing his eyes as his thoughts got a hold of him. The Purple Dragons he could have dealt with. He could have given them the River productions like they have wanted for so long, hell it was probably the only thing they would want besides the large cuts of territory the Ravens owned.
The Rockshires would want something else, they would probably ask for money of some sorts. Hand over the carpenters or whatever, stuff that made them look good. Of course Remus would rather give over his own bloody foot before handing over his seam maker for his suits. the Crestels on the other hand....they could want anything from his fighting rings to the very casinos they own around London. And for two people? It was a mess that was bound to get him in deep with Dante. Dante hasn't even caught wind of this yet! How on earth was Remus standing here and not getting burned or cut up like a piece of ham!? He forced himself to not pull at his hair like some freak having a melt down to which he was this close to having. "They could not even want anything. I'm gonna have to bring a large pack with me....might skip talking altogether. If we attack them outright then they might not see us coming or...they might. Maybe we could go around the back, attack one of their store fronts and get clothes to go in. Sure we would be reusing the same idea bu-" He went on, totally forgetting Lenore was there until she spoke up again.
He turned his eyes to her, raising an eyebrow and then narrowed them once more. "If you're about to ask to go with, then it's a no" He said. "You, and Sybil are staying here. You think that after what you pulled today, I will be so lenient as to let you come with? I don't care if you know people there Lenore. You. Are. Staying. Here" He said, as if he could already hear the request form in his head. "If it's to stay her and watch the La Selina then yes, you may do that. If it's to stop that guy from stealing my damn poker chips then yes! Please do so!" Remus said, and tossed his hands up with a fake smile. "But just....somehow it isn't that....then what do you want?" He said, clasping his hands behind his back. Sure he could have just been like What do you want? Without the attitude but....he was annoyed. He had to give it some kind of dramatic
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 24, 2017 8:08:00 GMT -5
( ewww essays you too, bee, you too. hang in there and yes, yes indeed thank goodness for the breaks x~x Ayy I’m glad to hear that you’re doing okay cx oh no the last weeks are always terrible
I’m not even keeping track of time right now so I have no idea when this disaster's gonna be over )
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 25, 2017 21:29:32 GMT -5
《 Hang in there, both of you c: good luck with your finals and stuff (meanwhile I'm still in school for two months)
In the middle of a reply right now. Hopefully posting tomorrow 》
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Apr 26, 2017 0:35:34 GMT -5
( thanks Ult you too ;v; Take your time~ )
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Apr 29, 2017 21:42:58 GMT -5
《 Ugh sorry guys. The end of my week got a little derailed. Not bad, just busy. How are you guys?
It seemed to Will they were both useless at holding a conversation, the way they were at the moment. He wasn't even sure what they were at the moment. He wasn't sure what he was at the moment. Everything felt muddled and distorted inside him. He was upset about Eliza, of course that was a given. And he was almost angry about it, but he'd never been great at being angry, and maybe he thought he should be angrier, but he wasn't sure at who because he couldn't blame Sybil, not when she was lying here in the infirmary paying again for her actions in pain. She'd hurt enough already, and somehow he just… he wasn't angry with her. He was tired , and defeated, and confused, and guilty.
If Will was to consider himself, he'd figure his set of mannerisms was rather mixed up. See, he'd learned as a boy to be polite, to follow the strict social etiquette of high society. Then the Rockshires; by the time he'd even really started noticing women (he'd been a little slow on the uptake, apparently) he'd been with the Rocks, a group made up predominantly of men, and not the classiest examples. Somewhere along the way everything had tangled itself up, and he had no middle ground for normalcy, or whatever this was.
Then, of course, there was Sybil; Will had developed a respect for her, but he couldn't exactly call them the best of friends… oh bugger he overthought everything. And of course she discarded his attempt at conversation… he still didn't have the energy to be mad.
Will loosed a breath. “You're not dull Sybil; certainly not when I'm beside you,” his attempt at his usual swagger was half-baked, and sounded anything but pointed. He considered for a moment. “No, I'd say you're rather interesting. You don't let anyone tell you what to do-” a pointed cough “-and you don't dress like everyone else. It's refreshing.” He hardly even thought of his statement as a compliment, even if he supposed it was. There was no flirtation - real or not - to his voice; he was simply tired.
“Something interesting?” He echoed, as she seemed to give up on conversation. He gave a hint of a smile, though she likely wouldn't see it, given that he was behind her. “Very well then.” For a couple of moments he said absolutely nothing, letting the silence pool between them. All the while, he continued pulling pins - they were almost out now; he was just checking to see if he'd missed any. “The circus? Wow. You know, Sybil, I always had you more pegged as a clown, but I can see now that a career as a lion tamer would be perfect for you.” Will trailed off, then cleared his throat. “Haha; ‘pretend I said something interesting’, get it? Ah… Ignore me. Sorry, my humour isn't as gut-splitting as usual today.” Ineffective in the humour department as it was, it did feel kind of nice to distract himself from the whole Eliza ordeal.
He stepped back, satisfied that he'd removed all her hairpins. “How about that card trick? I'm sure there's a deck lying around here somewhere…” One thing he'd learned quickly about the Ravens was their seemingly universal love of cards - they were everywhere here.
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Eliza glanced sidelong at James at the sound of his question. How did she… So he must not have known who she was, who she was related to. In that case, she still held one shred of an advantage. A useless one, maybe, but it was an advantage that kept her from being used as a hostage against her brother, at least. As much as she'd have liked to hate him most of the time, she still loved him. Will was, after all, the only family she really had left. Just because her parents were still breathing didn't make them any more alive. “The same way any of us do,” was all she deigned to reply.
She ignored him until they reached a door, and he stopped. It was left slightly ajar, but Eliza couldn't see much more than a strip of light streaming through a window. A questioning glance at James, who told her to go inside. She considered, gauging the possibility of it being a trap of some sorts. Of course, a trap would be kind of useless, since she already had shackles around her wrists. She straightened, squaring her shoulders, and stepped inside.
Eliza’s feet stopped. Then her heart. Her eyes widened at the sight of the man. Not any man; pale skin, pale hair, eyes like the molten metal she'd once spied in a blacksmith’s shop as he hammered the iron into a horseshoe. She swallowed.
Morgan.
Emotions barreled through her. First, a selfish relief to see him, that little stir she'd felt from the first night they'd met. He'd made her feel safe, even then. Then she felt sick with worry. They'd captured Morgan - what about the others? Was he injured? Had his capture been her fault? And then the questions… Why Morgan? Why was he here? Why… James had asked about Morgan. A thought flickered into Eliza’s brain, and her every muscle tensed. How well did she really know Morgan? Did he belong to these people? Had Morgan betrayed them.
Eliza didn't know what card to play. Instead she stood, expressionless and stoic, as she waited for Morgan to do… Something.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on May 4, 2017 6:32:46 GMT -5
[ guys I'll maybe get something up soon I swear, life has been dragging me everywhere ] [ I hope y'all are doing okay! Hope you guys aren't stressing out a lot. ] [ oh and may the 4th be with you hehehehehehe star wars reference. ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on May 4, 2017 19:59:27 GMT -5
《 it's alright Bee. Life first. Hopefully things should be a little less stressful for you soon (school is almost done for the summer I assume?)
May the fourth be with you indeed *insert imaginary gif people keep sending me* 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on May 7, 2017 11:44:49 GMT -5
[ Yeah, I have two more exams, one online and one in class that are due and after that I'm done with college for the summer. How about you guys? Is school treating you fair or is it out...? ] [ happy late Revenge of the 5th ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on May 9, 2017 0:47:37 GMT -5
( oh my goodness guys i'm so sorry i'm still in school and it's been so busy that i haven't had the time to do anything DD: i promise i'll try to get a reply up soon now that i can take a bit of a breather, but i'll be taking a big exam tomorrow so i think i'll have to study for that tonight
the references are all over the place hopefully you guys are doing okay - i'm glad that college is almost done soon, bee anything exciting happening? anything you guys need to rant about?? )
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