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⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ MARCH 15TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ TRAIN • CABIN ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ SIGH/ANNOYED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0.1% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

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❝ＷＡＳ ＩＴ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＬＩＫＥ ＦＡＴＥ？❞​

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Sophie didn't have to wait long before there was a vibration that tickled one of the cuts on her chest and caused her to blink. She quickly pulled it out before Oliver stirred awake and typed a reply.

FROM: Pierce​

Do you ever wish it's​

just the two of us?​

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TO: Pierce​

Sometimes. Don't change the subject.​

When you're feeling better, I'll​

tell you what happened. Misunderstanding.​

You're so silly sometimes.​

Meanwhile, she gave Oliver a bit of space by sitting on the other side of the cabin and slipping her phone away. Pierce was being silly. Just because she has a crush on this guy. Sophie didn't understand it well, and would have to force some information out of the girl when she got the chance.

Oliver wasn't a morning person, she took it.

❝. . . What's going on You still drunk — or whatever that was?❞

She stared at him. Drunk? Ah, right. She had passed out last night, but couldn't remember much before that besides being in constant pain. For some reason, he blushed. Outside, the scenery had changed quickly and the morning was about all of them. It was pretty.

❝I'm sorry.❞ she replied plainly, and then glanced down at the floor, taking a breath, ❝I was tired. Haha, drunk. I don't stumble when I'm drunk. Did you bring me here? I don't really remember what happened.❞ she continued as she buttoned up her blouse.

There were only a few reasons why Pierce would be freaking out as she was; she must have thought the two of them slept together or something, which was a laugh, because Sophie was pretty sure Oliver didn't even like her. Either way, she would straighten this business with Pierce out. There was no reason for her to be so dramatic . . .

❝I think Pierce thinks we did something.❞

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⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ MARCH 15TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ TRAIN • CABIN ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ SIGH/ANNOYED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0.1% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

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❝ＷＡＳ ＩＴ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＬＩＫＥ ＦＡＴＥ？❞​

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For a long while, Sophie watched Oliver and contemplated what she would say and ask him when he woke up, and how they came to be in this situation.

A few minutes later, Sophie saw someone appear from the corner of her eye, and then the door slid open, revealing a bright-eyed Pierce. Her birthday was soon, wasn't it? They would have to do something together . . . When the other girl shifted to look at Oliver, a feeling of disdain swept over Sophie; this was a bad setup. Don't you even . . . she thought to herself, mentally glaring at Pierce.

❝Oh. I see . . .❞

Fuck.

❝I just came to tell you that the train stopped.❞

Sophie hadn't even realized. She wondered what they were stopping for — surely they couldn't be in Whittlerose, yet. The expression on Pierce's face made Sophie feel terrible and angry all at the same time. This was unfortunate, wasn't it? She could already see the scenario's forming in her friend's head over what had happened, and she was going to cry.

She abruptly stood when Pierce backed out of the cabin, and then ran off. Sophie darted out of the cabin after her, only to fall onto the wall and watch her disappear into another car.

So dramatic. she thought to herself, clenching her fist against the wooden wall.

After a moment of deep breathing, she pulled out her phone and began typing up a message.

TO: Pierce​

Don't you dare do this.​

Stop being so dramatic.​

She glared at the screen, and then sighed, running her still-bandaged fingers through her hair. This was silly; what was she even doing?

She walked back into the cabin, and then gently ( although she wanted to slam his head up against the wall ) shook Oliver's shoulder, ❝Wake up.❞

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ LIVID ✖ DAY 17 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/08/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ DINING ROOM • LONDON, ENGLAND
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Red had a lot to say on the subject, and even though Hay Sun wasn't feeling patient this morning, she had listened to all of it intently, taking in all the details she could. According to the tale, she and Pretty Boy had a long history together. He was like a puppy.

When Hay Sun heard that he would be up for Judgment, the Judgment, she forced herself to stay in the chair and not do anything drastic, aside from gripping the sides of her chair and creating imprints of her hand in it. Fraternizing with the Fallen, her ass — but it wasn't a wonder that she — err, Uriel had been cast out of Heaven; according to him, he didn't much want to be there in the first place, and so leaving wasn't much of a punishment. Judging souls and being an Archangel was tiring business, apparently.

Just as soon as Red was done telling the story, Hay Sun was out of the chair, storming away with a chilly wind following her. She walked through the hotel, all plant life seeming to wilt in her path. Eventually, she had made her way to an empty courtyard and walked until she was far away enough from the doors. This was bullshit.

❝GABRIEL!❞ she shouted, ❝I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, GABRIEL.❞ Ahhh, what was she doing? Too late to stop now. ❝I WANT TO TALK TO HIM, AND I WANT YOU HERE TO LISTEN. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO MESS AROUND.❞

She couldn't let it happen. With Red bringing up her — . . . Uriel's being cast out, she remembered it so well. It had been painful, and terrifying, but she faced it with full force and little regret. Ariel wasn't like her, though. She couldn't let him be cast out. He was such a baby, such a little defenseless puppy. There was only one option left; she would have to make him quit writing his own fate, and then she would become powerful enough . . . Strong enough.

❝HURRY UP, NOW.❞

It seemed like there was a storm building.​

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⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ MARCH 15TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ TRAIN • CABIN ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ TIRED/THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0.9% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

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Ouch.

Sophie shifted on the cushion, aware of her chilly feet. The rest of her body seemed warm, and she was curled into a ball to preserve that warmth. She must have fallen asleep next to Freddie last night, or Lucas had come back and he was across the way on the other seat.

❝Lucas, I think my bandages need changing again . . .❞ she mumbled tiredly, and shifted again, covering her feet with the blan . . . ket. She felt the unfamiliar fabric and realized that it was a jacket instead. Must have been Freddie's. Lucas would have gotten a blanket, so Sophie guessed he hadn't come back. ❝Bandages . . .❞ she murmured to herself, and then rolled over, wincing and becoming a little more awake.

Sophie sat up and tiredly rubbed at her eyes with balled hands. After blinking a few times, her vision cleared and she looked across the way to see someone else that wasn't Freddie or Lucas.

❝. . . Oliver?❞ she said, almost dumbly. What was he doing here? She looked at the jacket in her lap. Leather sleeves. It was his. He put it on her? Sophie's mind was still blurry and it was hard to think straight. What happened last night? Annoying . . .

She quickly stood, but then found herself plopping back on to the seat and one of the shoulders of her blouse fell over. Unbuttoned blouse. Tousled skirt. She glanced up at Oliver's sleeping figure again. He looked cold. If she couldn't remember anything, she thought as she got up again more slowly, she must have passed out last night, and he . . . brought her here. Hmm.

Briefly, she wondered if he saw the cuts and thin lash marks. Embarrassing and annoying. Maybe she should gouge his eyes out. Making herself suitable, she left the cabin, and then returned with a blanket that, at first, been tossed on him and covered his head. With a sigh, she fixed it, and then sat back down.

What did Pierce see in this boy? Was it because he was older, handsome? Oddly, Sophie didn't know her friend's taste in men. It would be easy to make her forget about him, and she had thought about it so many times before — there were so many opportunities, too. However, she didn't want Pierce to hate her, which was idiotic because since when did Sophie care about a thing like that?

She recalled her thoughts from around New Year's; divide and conquer. Even though she was so tired from everything that had been happening with the trial, Sophie wanted to manage to have time for her interpersonal relationships, which did mean Quentin, Freddie, Pierce, and apparently, now, even always since the play, maybe, Oliver.

With a sigh, she watched as he shifted in his sleep.

❝Annoying.❞

I doubt this Santa will want the kiddies' poorly baked cookies and sour milk.​

* dances behind curtains *

I think Noroz may be a no-show.​

Terra's Theme; Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep OST; Yoko Shimomura​

More like the 'KHV Supports Pedophilia' fund.

herka​

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⎝ DAY 2┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊MARCH 15TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊TRAIN • CABIN ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊THOUGHTFUL ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊ — ⎞​

Bryan's sleep had been pretty crappy, but he had to admit that the warmth on his lap soothed him. When he first pried open his eyes, he glanced down and thought he saw a familiar mess of cherry-red hair; he had smiled and moved a strand of it away. It had stayed like that for a long time until a shred of dawn appeared and the hair wasn't the color he thought it was.

Considering all things, he really hoped he wasn't becoming delusional like his mom. Aside from that, Bryan didn't deserve the relief a long-term hallucination would give him. He had been too pathetic back then, caring about his privacy more than his beloved sister's feelings, and for that, he would never forgive himself. Ahhh, do you mind the difference?

There was no doubt that he had changed, even he could see it for himself through the veil spun of anger and bloodlust. If they did meet again, would she mind? He had always, always, always been protective — overprotective of her; the only time he stopped was when his mom commented on it, and he laid off because he thought he was smothering her . . . And this was what happened when he laid off. He should have never gone to Harley's.

That morning, at Benny's . . . Would none of this had happened if he had just stayed? He thought about this specific event all of the time, and a guilt so heavy plagued him. I wonder if she hates me.

Through the wall of his messy bangs, Bryan glanced up at Julius. He, Bryan thought, was the only person still able to pull on the few left strings of his humanity, but Bryan didn't need taking care of, and Julius shouldn't spare the time away from himself. Losing Jonathan and Noëlle must have really done something to him that even Bryan couldn't understand. Still . . . For him, losing Noëlle was enough.

Throughout his thoughts, he had been subconsciously playing with Maria's hair. Somehow, he found that it kept him focused, and made him feel a little more calm. Gently, as he arranged to stand, he moved her head and shed his black jacket. She was still so nice to him, for some reason, even if he was cold towards her now. He didn't get it, and it kind of annoyed him. Hope she doesn't like me. He slid his pillow under her head, and then grabbed a small box from his carry bag, quietly slipping out of the cabin.

Everywhere was quiet, and Bryan didn't have any trouble finding a small and secluded outside spot where he could sit and think for a little longer. He reached into his pocket and brought out a small lighter that he had once found in Noëlle's room. She hadn't even listened to him then, about smoking. The thought made him laugh a little. With a flick, he lit up the cigarette placed between his lips and took a long drag, feeling the familiar and pleasant warmth spread through him.

Bryan hated smoking.

君だけ ( Kimi Dake ); NICO Touches the Walls​

I . . .

What?​

Is that really what I think it is?​

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Ahaha.​

Poll's up. Vote away!!​

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⎝ DAY 1┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊MARCH 14TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊TRAIN • CABIN ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊CALM ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊ — ⎞​

The discussion about their plans and trip went on without letting neither Erik or Maria know the ulterior motives of shedding some blood. Neither of them would understand, Bryan thought, and he wasn't going to let himself be stopped from getting what he craved.

The plan was Whittleton, for the time being, since that was where they would all be dropped off. They would probably stay there for a few days and gather as much information on Bentley as they could ( Bryan wasn't afraid of resorting to torture, either ), and then after that, they would hit their target location. A part of him didn't even care about getting answers, it was just bloodthirsty; another part wanted to find out all he could . . . The more human side, recently.

He sighed. It was getting late.

A familiar voice rang throughout the train and Bryan remembered that Torvald came along. Sigh.

"It's late." he said factually to the others, "We should probably rest." Though he doubted he would be able to get any, he had left the cabin and had come back with some blankets and pillows for the others. He situated himself so that if Maria wanted to sleep on his shoulder or lap, she could. He didn't mind her much for the moment.

After sparing a tentative glance at Erik, and then Julius, Bryan bid the group good night, and then leaned his head on the wall, breathing in and out evenly with counting until he fell asleep.

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⎛ DAY 1 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ MARCH 14TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ TRAIN STATION ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ IN PAIN/DIZZY ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0.5% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

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Freddie hadn't let go of her hand, and she wasn't sure if she minded that or not. Lucas had stayed in the cabin with them for a little while, but she could tell he had other things on his mind; still, he wouldn't leave unless she told him to . . . Or do much of anything else, for that matter. For his better interest, she gave him permission to be about the train as he wished, and he promptly left.

Meanwhile, Sophie laid her head on Freddie's shoulder as they exchanged murmurs of conversation about recent events and what might happen on this trip. For the most part, the trial had been avoided, but it couldn't help but pop up every now and then. She didn't mind talking about it, but it still stressed her out a great deal.

❝Considering all things, I'm lucky to have my parents backing me up.❞ she mumbled, feeling heavy irony at the statement. ❝My father . . . Despite everything, he's willing to help.❞ Which was nice, she guessed.

A few times in and out of the conversation, Sophie dozed off into her pain-induced sleep and then would awake if the train hit a bump that was particularly painful. Hopefully, her body would be okay, soon; springtime was a wonderful season for starting to swim, and she missed it a lot. Swimming in a salt-water pool wasn't the same as a lake or the actual ocean . . .

A familiar feeling swept over her, and she sat up. ❝I need to use the restroom,❞ she murmured to Freddie, standing up and then letting go of his hand. She slid open the door, leaning up against it for a moment of physical weakness, and then glanced over at her friend, ❝. . . Thank you.❞

Feeling her legs wobble, she quickly escaped the cabin and walked down the long stretch of walkway. With short breaths of exhaustion, she leaned up against the walls every few seconds or so. This was ridiculous. She was so weak. All the thoughts of everything were brushing through her mind, fighting for dominance.

Sophie suddenly had the overwhelming desire to see Pierce. She didn't know which cabin she had gone in, and with him, no less. Ahh, the thought steamed her, but she couldn't seem to focus on that anger. She walked into another car, hoping to find Lucas ( even though she had originally sent him away ), but instead found the one person she currently loathed to see. He wasn't facing her, but the door clicked shut.

Odd, Pierce wasn't with him. She wondered where the girl was.

Her head felt light and she tried to fight it. ❝Did you leave her?❞ Sophie asked Oliver, taking a few wobbly steps closer, ❝Ahh, I don't know why she likes you so much.❞ If he heard that, she didn't mean for him to. ❝I . . . don't — . . . Shit.❞

THUMP.

Sophie passed out.

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MOOD ※ LIVID ✖ DAY 17 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/08/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ DINING ROOM • LONDON, ENGLAND
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Hay Sun heard the distinctive footsteps before she saw them. Over the weeks, she had come to learn the sound of everyone's footsteps in case there was a stranger approaching. Luckily for the person, they were Red, and Hay Sun could find the patience to tolerate her.

She took a sip of her hot coffee, not bothering to meet Red's gaze as she moved around, and then decided to share the table. The other girl didn't look that great either, but there was no comment on it as she continued to stare down into her drink, finding little solace from her tired reflection.

❝Do I dare ask how you're managing?❞

The question made Hay Sun's eyes flash white, and she put a tighter grip on the mug.

❝You're implying the question anyway.❞ she hummed in reply, remaining relatively calm. She wanted to ask Red a lot of stuff, but none of it seemed like stuff she could answer. ❝Ariel, right? His name. Your . . . buddies. They took him. Where? Why? What did he do wrong?❞ It seemed like she was saying these things before she could stop himself.

❝What kind of angels are we, anyway? Aren't we supposed to help people, or something? Save them? What did he do that was so wrong?❞

KRCK.

Hay Sun looked at the spilled liquid from the broken, ceramic mug. It was burning her hands, but for a long moment she didn't move. The pain made her feel better, somehow. Fortunately, the table was a wooden surface and wasn't covered with a cloth. She picked up the pieces of the cup and then wiped away the liquid, setting the mess aside.

❝. . . I'm obviously upset about this, Red.❞ Hay Sun told explained. ❝Who were those people, anyway?❞ She wanted to remember their names for when she hunted them down at snapped their necks.​

✔ U S E R N A M E : Saxima
✔ N A M E : Jun Tae ❝Leo❞ White
✔ A N G E L : Raziel ; Angel of Mysteries
✔ A P P E A R A N C E : ♢
✔ A G E : 23
✔ L O C A T I O N : Seoul, South Korea
✔ O C C U P A T I O N : Wanderer, Professional Thief
✔ RELIGIOUS V I E W S : Has accepted the existence of higher powers, knowing the truth about himself through self-discovery.

✔ P E R S O N A L I T Y : Jun Tae is what one could describe as a secretive person. He doesn't like people intervening in his personal life, and when others try to pry, he is set off into a scary anger that's dark and foreboding. Other than that, he's a cordial person and is relatively sociable. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, and tends to be deadpan a lot; he rarely laughs at anything.

✔ OTHER T R A I T S : CALM ♢ LEVEL-HEADED ♢ LEARNED ♢ ORGANIZED ♢ CLEVER ♢ ATHLETIC

✔ O T H E R : For some reason, people stumble over his name a lot, so he simply goes by ❝Leo❞, which often gets him confused with the member of a K-Pop boy band, much to his annoyance. He's also relatively learned in his status as an angel and his powers.

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MOOD ※ LIVID ✖ DAY 17 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/08/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ DINING ROOM • LONDON, ENGLAND
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Hay Sun despaired over her pathetic sleep as she woke up. So much had happened, and she was still feeling drained from all of it. On top of it all . . . She had seen others taking Pretty Boy away. Why had that happened? He was in trouble, she knew it . . . For saving them — for saving her? It pissed her off.

Weren't angels supposed to create miracles? What had that bitch called him . . . Ariel — like the Little Mermaid.

She slowly sat up in her bed and ran her hands through her dark hair, feeling worn and even more tired. Where had they taken him? She hated them. No one was allowed to mess around with Pretty Boy except for her. Fuck them. More tears welled up in her eyes. Fuck him, too. He was in that situation because he saved her. He didn't have to. She didn't have to ask him. She could have died. That would have been fine.

Hay Sun glared up, past the ceiling, imagining the cloudy sky, Fuck you, God, and your angel rangers. she thought to herself. Oddly enough, Uriel remained silent at this. Maybe they were quickly "becoming one" like he had talked about it. She was finally becoming him — or the other way around . . .

SCREEEEECH.

❝Ah - Fuck.❞

Her nails had dug into the wooden bed board, and now there were claw marks. She was angry. Beyond angry. Livid. Ah, this was bad.

KRRRRRRRRR.

❝Shit.❞

There went the blanket. Hay Sun groaned loudly, and it sounded fierce and beast-like.

❝I'M GOING TO CRUSH THEM.❞ she murmured to herself.

For the next half-hour, Hay Sun made herself sit completely still and not destroy anything until she knew she could calm herself down. After that, she climbed out of the relatively destroyed hotel bed and dressed herself, and then decided to head downstairs for a cup of coffee. She really needed it. If anyone showed up, they had better have hoped that they were Red or Paco.​

They've changed . . . A lot, but I'm not sure how much you would like to hear them, so I'll just stand awkwardly about and stare at you and continue to be cordial.

I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, so yes. Maybe. But I'm actually quite terrified of heights, and get vertigo . . . It's very troubling.

A - Ah . . . That's alright.

Fractal.

I'm not sure, actually. Not to mention, I don't really know what a spirit animal entails . . . Many people would say a cat, but they can suck a big one.

Not very.

Teleportation or shapeshifting. Maybe being able to fly, too.

An elegant bang will do, thank you.​

. . . I might actually die. Waitwaitwait, I would take pictures first, put them on the Internet, and then die.​

What a douche, but I didn't know that. Thanks for sharing.

* proceeds to share this knowledge with everyone else *​

Hay Sun was exhausted from the events and everything was so clouded and terrible that she just wanted sleep. She had embarrassed herself by crying, but she would play that off to stress later . . .

She barely spoke two words to anyone that night, and climbed into a bed that was too comfortable. She drifted off into sleep some time later.