MaraTwasHere
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Stella’s once slight relief was strangled by the choked sob of Emmaline. “You’re right. We could be just in a coma, which is worse than death. The puppet master could keep us in here as long as he liked, then. Until someone pulled the plugs on our machines or our bodies rot from the inside out.” She ran a hand through her blond bangs, letting her legs unfold as she tried to breathe. “You…mentioned magic, right? I don’t know about magic at all, actually.” She said, looking to Elijah and Alex. “I don’t even read fantasy books. Do either of you know how to…what would it be…unweave the spell? Or could we somehow manifest things in our dreams to help our escape?”
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“Wait a second.” Stella speaks up from where she is almost forgotten in the corner, a small ball of her knees pulled to her chest. She stares at Samuel who has just appeared in the room next to the girl who speaks jumbled English. Velia. Something in her whispered, but she shoved the thought aside, trying to focus on what some freaky goth guy back at her school had told her. ‘The mind is a funny thing, Stella.’ He’d said to her, smiling in that creepy way. ‘Technically you could get imprisoned or lost in your own mind, like how someone knows their dreaming but can’t wake up. But, of course, its still just a dream. You can manifest things in your dreams just like you can manifest nightmares.’ Shortly after that, he was put in jail for smoking Marijuana, and she completely disregarded everything he said as being high. She swallowed hard, thinking how ridiculous it had sounded back then. Now, in her head, it seemed like the most logical thing with all of these different people sliding in through no possible entry, with people dying with no proper suspect at hand. What if the person containing them wasn’t even physically with them? What if they weren’t all physically together, just locked in some half-awake state? “So…what if we’re in a lucid dream?” She asks quietly. “Is it possible for people to meet in dreams?”
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That night came through as it always had. Dinner from mum, a lecture from her father over dinner before he moved on to tell about his ‘great old’ war stories that actually only happened a few months ago. Blaise stirred what was on her plate, elbow propped up to support her chin as her mind raced with thoughts like a wild fire. Hybrid, huh? She thought distractedly from one of her favorite tales of her father. The red haired girl just couldn’t quite focus on the story she knew by heart, of a cold fish being killed by her father nobly. “Blaise are you even listening to me after you requested the tale?” He interrupted her thoughts, jaw clenched showing his annoyance with her. She rose her head up, blinking rapidly. “Sorry, dad. Its just I feel a bit light-headed…could I step out?” She wrung her hands in a napkin, the thought of the fire-cold-kin so mysterious it made her sick with impatient thoughts. “If you feel the need to.” Her mother answered for her looking a bit worried of her daughter’s health. As the daughter of a general, it was their job to make sure their little soldier grew up healthy. Somehow that made Blaise sick, too, and she left the table to grab Pyralis and step out into the night air. Breathing in thickly, she let her aura leak out, weaving delicately through the forest like prying fingers. Hybrid, oh hybrid, where could you be? She thought, furrowing a brow.
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“T-that guy. He’s dead.” She murmured between her hands, watching as his body dismembered to nothing but dust. Oh god, was she hallucinating now? Was he even real? “Am I dreaming?” She asked a bit unsure after seeing that. “I…I must be. I have to be dreaming, this can’t be real.” She seemed to slowly calm down, before examining the new boy who put his shirt on. “Wait! Did you kill him?” She pressed herself against the wall, away from the new guy.
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Stella’s hands cover her face from where she trembled fearfully in the corner, watching the boy from earlier oozing red thick liquid from his neck and various other body parts. She stepped back banging her back against the wall. “They’re going to kill us!” She shrieked.
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(Whoops. I dont recall seeing a Character Bio before. Oh well!)
Name: Kailey Elena Nishka (Raven)
Age: 16
Numerical age: Unknown
Appearance: Dark hair (dark gray) medium in length, gray tinted white skin, colorless lips…purple and blue eyes.
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Stella flinched a bit at the sight of the dark haired girl seeming to spazz out on the floor, uttering the word: ‘Alex’ upon entry of a girl with pink hair, a black dress and a slim build. “Uh…miss, do you know her? Does she, like, need medication or something?” She asked generally worried, fixing her red glasses. “Wait! How did you get here?”
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“Is someone out there?” She shouted a bit in response to their shouts behind her. With a fierce movement, she kicked the cement wall before going very still. You could practically see a shiver pass through her like in those animes before she let out a gasp, sinking to the ground cradling her toe.
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She blinked, sitting back on her heels. “I’m looking at your watch, and you didn’t answer my question.” She informed him quietly before standing straight again. She didn’t want to think about the death of them in this cold cell, so instead she looked up at the ceiling to see if she could fine where the light source was. Light source meant a hole with a wire through it. There had to be at least one opening to this room.
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Stella’s stomach turns at seeing the pocket watch spin. “So…please tell me that your pocket watch just does that sometimes. That it puts out the smell of bacon and spins its needles really fast,” She went down onto her knee’s, reaching forward to touch the watch and examine it.
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“Thats what I’d like to know.” Stella replied to the girl’s nervous look and question. Moving over to the wall, she pressed her hands against it before settling an ear there. She wondered somewhere, dimly, if those two had been there before, but couldn’t quite think that through. “I can’t hear anything, but it is concrete..” She pushed away from the wall, examining it like it held the secret map to the holy grail.
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Stella stirred from where she laid on the floor, her body cold and numb from the concrete beneath her. Concrete? She furrowed a brow in her sleep before shooting up suddenly into a sitting position, her green-gold eyes scanning the room she was in. Concrete. Where was she? She’d never been in a room like this, with walls of concrete and a matching floor. Dragging herself from the floor because she didn’t like how cold it was, she crossed her arms looking around the small room she seemed to be locked up with. To her right, huddled against the wall was a dark haired girl in a white dress that matched her white eyes. No iris. No pupil. Just white. Shamefully Stella let her eyes drop to the floor from behind her glasses and wondered if the girl was blind. To her left was a male she also had never seen before. Feeling her timidness gripping hold of her, she asked them; “Where…are we?” She hadn’t remembered being kidnapped. She hadn’t remembered coming here. Was this a dream, maybe?
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Name: Stella Dalice
Age: 16
Height: 5’5
Hair: Long, gold, pulled into ponytails for cheerleading.
Eye color: Gold-green, red glasses,
Species: Human
Outfit: A white, black, and red varasity jacket that splays her last name on the back ‘Dalice’ with a smiley face patch sowed on the front next to her cheerleading pin. A red t-shirt with a England flag on it with black writing underneath from her field trip to Great Britain last year with her school. A white cheer-leading skirt trimmed with dark blue matches a blue ribbon in her hair that holds her right ponytail, and under her skirt is light blue and white striped stockings. Her shoes are white beat up converse.
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“No its not!” She said firmly, turning away before her eyes could pick up the reptilian tail hitting the ground. “Now, as for the office…” Hearing a growl she looks older her shoulder slightly surprised, catching sight of his slightly sharp teeth. “Did you just growl at me?” She asked irritably.
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“Its not quite that simple.” Bonnie explained, standing. “Of course, it is in my best interest not to turn anyone who may be a potential help to the Zimbalti’s away.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I’ll lead you upstairs.”