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| §uckle on the Hope | Sept 5, 2011 11:11:19 GMT -5

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Post by ∂αмєη on Sept 5, 2011 11:11:19 GMT -5

MAYSON ALLISTAIR SLADE
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Things happened so quickly, as if time didn't exist and one hour was actually a minute. That's definitely impossible but it felt like the situation wouldn't slow down so I could try and fix things. But what was there to fix? I was in the hole in the ground, trying to save Lucan from drowning under the water. What was the point? Was it really worth it? He is still your friend. A good one. A voice in my head stated, having a point. So, I got down onto my knees, ignoring the raging water and reached out, attempting to grab hold of him. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep a strong grip on his arm or hand, always slipping right off and losing hold of one of my best friends. "Qilena! Can you get him?" I asked, trying to see if the girl was having better luck.

But that's when it clicked in my head that Lucan was as good as gone. Maybe it was because any confidence that I originally had before coming here was gone, or because I still felt betrayed by the large man. Either way, I couldn't get a grip and was just going to die in this hole. Turning back towards the opening above, I used every last bit of strength I had to grab hold of the edge and to pull myself above ground. And there was Amadi. She had lost her parents. Lucan had lost his. She had already lost enough. "Amadi. Let's go. You shouldn't watch." I mutter quietly, ignoring what I had previously seen and making my way towards her to pick her up in my arms. I looked one last time towards the drain, hoping that my friend could make it out of there. And if not, I'd have to try and accept it sooner or later.

Better to not be around for it. Goodbye Lucan. You've been the greatest friend. And at that moment, I forgave him for everything because he was just Lucan. He was Lucan, my greatest friend. And even though I had new motivation to save the man, I couldn't leave Amadi to see the possible death of her brother and two friends. So, I left.

[[ooc; such a shitty post. I kind of needed to force it out. and, apparently I'm supposed to be carrying Amadi out. so yeah.]]

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| §uckle on the Hope | Sept 7, 2011 21:23:54 GMT -5

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Post by cameron on Sept 7, 2011 21:23:54 GMT -5

OCEAN O F NOISE
I FIRST H E A R D YOUR V O I C E

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The darkness is all-consuming. No light leaks through your pores. Saltwater rushes over your body and into your open sores. As sensation becomes unbearable and the life you lived seems to fade, you see a flash of her vibrant eyes—mossy, the color of jade. Your heart beats fast at the thought of her and your feelings hidden for years, and you realize your heart can't even beat as you push back all your tears. Everything in your body has come to a complete halt and as you strain your eyes to see her outline you know it's all your fault. You never told her how you truly felt, how you dreamed to touch her lips, and now you're floating into space and cannot get a grip.

And the darkness once more overcomes you wholly. Blackness. Death. Tragic peacefulness. Silence.

you know how the time flies
ooo
only yesterday was the time of our lives

Breath. It slowly crept its way into his lungs through his esophagus, and the blood in him began to pump once more. Barely escaping death wasn't something that happened two times, rarely even once. Whatever had happened, he knew was a miracle. As feeling begin to seep through his body, he could tell he was laying on something hard, and he was chilly and wet. Nothing recollected in the brief second it took for him to feel, but there was one feeling he couldn't help but linger on. Something was on his lips. Was it a ladybug? No. It was much too pleasant to be that. It felt like the earth had frozen over and the last traces of fire were dancing on his mouth, giving him life.

As his eyes finally began to lose weight, he was able to flutter the lids upwards until his glossed over irises were visible to the world. The layer faded from them and he could register a person leaning over him, face familiarly close to his. But the lips felt so different, so new, so foreign, and so right. Those rubicund lips pushed air into his lungs one final time and he came alive, his chest vibrating and water pouring from his mouth, spraying the surrounding area. He coughed, catching his breath for the first time since he had died.

And then he saw who the lips belonged to. His eyes blinked rapidly, the trees behind him coming into view, and he looked over to see his best friend, Qilena. She had been the one to save him, not Mayson or Amadi or anyone else. Not even noticing that the two were nowhere to be seen, his hazel eyes located Lena's green ones and stayed there for a good thirty seconds. Finally, propping up on his elbow to get closer to her face, he asked her, "Do you remember how we met?"

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R I N G LIKE A BELL
A S IF I H A D A C H O I C E, OH W E L L

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| §uckle on the Hope | Sept 10, 2011 23:19:21 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Sept 10, 2011 23:19:21 GMT -5

Heart pounding
You're my only true friend in this godforsaken nightmare and I can't lose you. It's not impossible for you to die; you're too young, you're too kind and caring and I can't lose you now, not when Amadi's seconds away from death and Gabby's run off and you're the only one who calms me at times like these. If you go and die I will fucking die too, not only because I will probably go somewhat insane because now I'll be completely alone but because without you I don't know what to do.

Lungs screaming
You've always been the one to help me, to tell me what I should or shouldn't do, to tell me what I've done wrong. And in turn I've helped you sometimes, even if it was doing something simple like looking after Amadi or trying to haphazardly make dinner so when you finall schlep into the house after hours there's one less thing that you have to do. We live off of each other, we thrive off of each other, with the nights spent giggling over inside jokes or sprinting through the beach, sand crumbling beneath our feet. If you're gone, all of that changes. There will be no more laughs, because now there'll be nobody to laugh with me. I need you Lucan Hale, as much as I hate to admit it. You're a pigheaded, horny slut, but I need you. So don't you fucking die on me.

Please.

Breath flowing
Eyes flash Mouth gasps Lucan's alive alive alive and Qilena shrieks in surprise and relief as he sprays water, most of it landing on her face. She hopes that he didn't taste too much of the vomit aftertaste, but that can't be helped. He probably doesn't even notice however, because he turns to her in the midst of a murder mystery and asks about the past, and although history teachers may state that one needs to learn history to understand the present, Qilena can't understand the reasoning behind this. It won't help them get out, it won't help them find everyone else (Mayson and Amadi have already vanished from the area, and she has the feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach as she imagines how Gabby will meet her untimely end, because it's near to impossible for the petite girl to survive on her own). But Qilena trusts that his reasoning is slightly sound - he just survived a near-death experience, he deserves to be toyed with, if just for a little while. So she smiles warily, and looks around as she speaks, just to make sure that a figure wielding a deadly weapon does not appear any time soon.

"Yeah, I remember. We were four, and I got lost and somehow made my way to the beach. Then you came along, and we built a sandcastle," her smile becomes warmer and she turns to him "We did something else too, but I can't remember what. It was the first time I felt happy though."