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Samuel gets tugged from Velia’s impulse, and he hear’s a different part…
she….
fears….
the dark…
he was right. Or at least for now.
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Velia hear’s emmaline and feels along the wall and to her she taps her “it me.” She explains before she can freak out “grab hand.” Her English coming to her slowly, she outstretched her free hand close to her hoping she would understand her offering.
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Samuel feels the hand and responds “Alright, Velia already has my other hand, so maybe if we move slowly we can find the others in the room.” He explains Velia continuously tries to adjust to the blackness but to no avail. The most she can do is think she made something out over by the light, and then realize it was nothing focus-able. The entire thing was very frustrating to her. To the point of cringing. Yet she gripped Samuel’s hand onward, noises of walking and shouts seemed to echo everywhere. Intermixing with the smells of coffee and bacon, God this would be paradise for Claire, Samuel thinks sarcastically, as his bright yellow eyes offer no illumination, he is but a slightly darker figure in a pitch black room. The concept of fears came towards him. Maybe that was the basis….maybe this room was some very extreme fear factor with a death penalty…Water, Darknes….It made sense, but that wasn’t enough to go off of, he will keep his theories to himself until evidence supports.
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Samuel nods and stands feeling carefully along the wall a few steps to where Velia lay asleep, and he kneels down awkwardly trying to make sure he didn’t fall, his hand touches her still wet shoulder, and she jumps.
“Sam-Sam? The Stars died.” She says blinking confused in the darkness, using him as a support. Samuel nods invisably.
“Yeah the dancing bear killed the stars.” He explains and she sighs in frustration. Then in a dramatic mood change giggles slightly,
“The swan and the koi fish met at midnight.” Samuel laughs at her mysterious joke and the two of them retreat back to the wall.
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Samuel takes Elijah’s words into consideration.
“You’re right…We can’t sit here with nostalgic expressions, before shit goes down we should make sure nothing in here has changed.” In response to his own words, Samuel looks around, same cement room…same faces…same problem….He looks around. Some faces were new and foreign so…they would just keep appearing? Why? How? The only logical solution at first was magic…but a haunting idea began to creep in the back of his mind. No. Impossible. Not real.
((If you’re curious what other possibillity I give you this hint: Look to my icon, Jade will understand XD))
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As Samuel watches Velia sleep in her miniature nest made from his jacket and scarf, he begins to smell coffee…coffee reminded him of the nights Neoma took the body to her mother’s house and stayed up all night talking to the Emmas drinking fizzy by the can until the sun came up and then lying to her grandmother claiming t have slept, in order to sneak a cup of coffee which would immediately awaken Claire who otherwise would’ve slept the day away… He smiles at the smell as the nostalgic memories fill him of the flash of ginger hair a couple swear words and some coffee…Too bad he’ll never have another one of those nights again….
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Samuel laughs at Elijah then looks at him…
“Elijah? Are you missing a shoe??” He looks a round the small wet space could one have drained away?? His jacket and scarf were on the floor next to him, they didn’t disappear…Velia yawns pushing the food away from her and she takes Samuel’s jacket as a blanket and lies down falling asleep almost instantly. Samuel finishes his plate and looks towards his untouched water and Velia had sipped hers but not much…he pushes them towards Ian. And sits back against the wall wishing he could be like Velia and just sleep.
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In an attempt to lighten the mood, Velia stands up, and needs a moment to steady her shaky legs, the wet dress clings to her and is basically see through but she doesn’t care. She moves her arms to her side in oddly bent angles, and kept her hands down so they were also bent at the wrist. She then put her head down dramatically creating an odd illusion that she was a Marionette. She begins to dance around attempting to make others laugh Samuel thinks of that song Neoma sings so often when she’s bored….Discord!! That’s it, that’s what they could sing right now. He struggles to find the words in his head
I’m not a fan of puppeteers
but ive a nagging fear
someone else is pulling at the strings
something terrible is going down
through the entire town
wreaking anarchy and all it brings
i can’t sit idly no.
i can’t move at all.
i curse the name.
the one behind it all…
DISCORD~!
He stops thinking of the words as Velia almost falls and rushes to her side stabling her. She coughs again
“Thank. Sam-Sam.” She turned to Ian and Emmaline, “Did the berries get picked fast enough?”
Samuel laughs “Do you think he liked my show?”
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Samuel looks up and waves at the new person. “Hey like Emmaline said, Im Smauel ThirdEye and I translate for Velia.” He points to the grey girl next to him. She looks up with her white eyes and waves before turning back to the food she’d been picking at.
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Velia blinks rapidly, as if she was convincing herself that she was hallucinating and failing, before taking deep breaths. She would get all the oxygen she could as fast as she could. Save and worship every bit. She looks to the food. It did t look good to her, as she was quite the picky eater, but she slowly allowed bit by bit for the food to go into her mouth. Samuel on the other hand lands next to her and is more thankful that somehow he was able to keep Velia alive then anything. He looks to the food and eats quickly, unable to fully realize how hungry he actually was. Then after eating he worried about breathing and began to take advantage of the now odorless oxygen.
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Velia grabs the ice handle in relief, and Samuel does the same.
“The cat can’t fall in the fire when it began to rain.” She says with a cough that now seems trademarked from her past drowning experience.
Samuel looks to the others and automatically responds “no one can die if we don’t try to live.”
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Velia is barely staying afloat and holding on to Samuel. She takes her free hand and touches the wet dripping ceiling feebly trying to stop it. Samuel steadies her. If she sunk…he’d be alone…and it’d be his fault…
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With a cough Velia looks to the stranger/savior “Thank.” She says paddling closer to Samuel.
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Samuel is beginning to get claustrophobic as the space between his head and the ceiling decreases too rapidly for his liking, Velia’s breathing becomes gasps as if she’s beginning to swallow the water, she can’t tell if there’s going to be an end or a new beginning as she looks around. It was too much for them, the scarf now completely soaked begins tearing, so Samuel grabs her free hand. Velia’s soaked white dress becomes transparent, you can see her dark undergarments, and grey skin. Across her stomach and beneath sleeves, her scars begin to be visible. She doesn’t seem to care too much at the moment. Her voices were so echoey. Like they were drowning with her. She could pick up the usual whispers and tell them apart from the hallucinations that currently could not be seen.
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As the water rises, Samuel continues to get more and more frustrated. Velia Couldve meant that in a completely non morbid way…right?! Velia’s face offers no solution, and the hope diminishes…except the single thread of hope that was their message to the outside world. Was it pathetic he thought of this as the outside world already? Ugh this was enough to make him loose it but he couldn’t. There’s no way in hell he could loose it, the others were…he couldn’t…For Velia.
Velia absently forced the look of nothing she’s held for awhile now, she couldnt make Samuel too worried, he was always so worried about her, for nothing she…could show him she can help she can fix this, maybe it will stop before they all drown. Yeah. That’ll be a way to show him. She’ll be the hopeful one…but will he be okay? She…was reluctant to admit that in the life or death situation, she didn’t care about herself, but…if Sam-Sam died? She….she didn’t know what she’d do.