Realistic or Modern In Death's Kiss

[Cychotic]

HOW MANY MONTHS LEFT?
-static-
ONE MONTH.
-shuffling-
OH.

Sometimes, life is cruel. And sometimes, life is short. And for the children of San Lo's Children's Hospital, life has bore down both bearings upon them. Left with only a month to live, they seek to live their lives to the fullest, finally able to explore the world for how it is.​

ROLES​

The Innocent - spookie
The Adventurous - Noivian
The Temperamental - @vinebeck
The Mysterious - C classAteam
The Daredevil - Cychotic
The Romantic - eunoia
The Overthinker - JustAlexandra
The Poet - kou

Here are some RULES.​

0. Obviously, follow all RPn rules.

1. We begin the role-play by entering the hotel set out for the characters in Hawaii. Please have your character arrive upon the first week of the start of the rp!

2. Hey! Don't stall the role-play and or be afraid to make some role-play progressing moves. We can't be stuck in one place forever. (We have a month, people!) I've seen one too many rp's die because of people who weren't confident enough to progress. SO PROGRESS. It's fun and ensures the rp's life.

3. We will make pre-relationships between characters. A group pm will be formed so please, please, have some relations. It makes things much more fun and allows for juicy drama. (dating, enemies, friends, etc)

4. Be active! We get you have a life, but we don't want your character to be stuck in space-time continuum. They only have one month left, so make it count!

5. Oh, and, by the way, there will be events where the petal falls, in which one petal from the rose drops. Your character will experience pain when it occurs. Whatever they are doing currently, they must adapt. This is to make the role-play seem realistic in terms of their sickness.

6. Posts should be at least one paragraph with at least 7 sentences! No one liners.

NAVIGATION
CHARACTER SHEETS
INTEREST CHECK

Spoiler: Hotel Suite

Hotel Lobby

Living Room

Bedrooms

Kitchen

Pool

 

[JustAlexandra]

Despite finally being far away from the metal deathtrap of a plane they took to get here, Marie still didn't feel any better now that she was walking into the Hotel. There were a lot of people there, and she wasn't so sure about this whole trip anyways. Were the doctors really so defeated in their efforts to keep the group alive that they had given up altogether? Marie sighed. Her bags were heavy. It was probably giving her back problems...although...it didn't really matter if it did, did it? Still, they were heavy. She wished someone would take them for her, but everyone had their own bags. Looking around her, she realized the group looked, well, pretty strange. A bunch of teens walking into a fancy ass hotel like they've got buisness there. What if they got kicked out? I mean, they all certainly didn't look like they were dying, so it was a possibility.

She began to pick at her nails as she stood there nervously, waiting for someone to go up to the front desk. She looked around for Riley, the only person that could make her feel better in such a strange place, full of strangers. She spotted him among the others, and she shuffled over to him quickly, putting her arm through his. "We're gonna get in trouble," she whispered. They weren't doing anything wrong, but she was convinced that just their presence there was going to get them arrested or something. This had been a horrible idea anyways. Who sends a bunch of dying kids to Hawaii? Not to mention - who convinced her parents to make her go? She didn't want to leave her parents. Now, she was going to die without them. This was fucked up in so many ways, and frankly, she was not looking forward to it. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if they all died before their month was up now. I mean, Hawaii. Hawaii. The entire island could be eaten up if there was a storm bad enough! "We're screwed," she mumbled under her breath.

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Mentions: C classAteam
Mood: Worried
Location: Hotel Lobby
Currently:Worrying

MARIE RENEE

bishop

 

[classAteam]

Riley tries not to seem too scared as his plane arrives in Hawaii. He really shouldn't be scared, it's not like he's going to drop dead in about a month or so. Oh wait, he is. Anyways, he pushes his fears to the back his head as he claims his luggage and gets in the car that'll take him to the last hotel he'd stay in ever. Riley doesn't want to miss anything on the way, so the boy makes sure to focus on every detail of the airport and of the car. The drive to the hotel is long and filled with a certain anticipation that Riley can't seem to shake off, no matter how hard he tries to get his mind off things. But he just can't help it, he can't help but remind himself every other second that this is it. This is the last month of his life. His incredibly short, incredibly boring life. Riley wants to be angry, he wants to yell and scream at his parents, and at the doctors, and at the thing in the sky who made him this way. But he's learned years ago that anger won't fix anything.

The car pulls up to the hotel, and Riley pushes back the urge to vomit. The driver gets out and helps him grab his bags before escorting the nervous boy in the building. Riley immediately notices a few other kids from the hospital that were under the same condition as him, but he pay much attention to them yet. Instead, he takes a deep breath, and tries to calm his growing anxiety. It'll be okay. I only have to wait a month, and then all my misery will be over. Luckily, Marie slips and arm through his, and pulls Riley from his thoughts. He gave a small smile at her statement, claiming they were going to get into some sort of trouble, before shaking his head. "Don't include me in your mess." He stated, matching his voice level with hers, which was a whisper. Riley gave another smile at her next remark, before reaching up to pat her head. "Stop worrying so much, it's your last month alive."

JustAlexandra

 

[Cychotic]

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Mentions: spookie Noivian C classAteam JustAlexandra
Mood: restless
Currently: joking around
Location: hotel lobby

NEVER BACK DOWN​

Airplane rides were hilariously fun. At least, to Jean, they were. She remembered vividly the feeling of turbulence, the brightness in which the skies had given her as she peered out of the windows during the ungodly hours at night. She licked her lips with a smile, looking over at ReiRei and Angel as the car pulled up to the hotel.

The girl stepped out, giving the butler a daring smile as he unloading all of their bags. Jean walked over, took her satchel, and nodded in thanks. She let the other two follow behind her as she walked swiftly up the steps, and into the lobby, the doors sliding behind her as her jaw dropped.

Beautiful. The place was so pretty it made her eyes hurt just a bit. She fumbled through her pockets, taking out a hotel card, squinting at it as if it was gold.

"Suite A6, huh?" she remarked, pocketing the card. If the lobby was anything like the suite, she was in for a rather pleasant surprise.

"Riley! Marie!" Jean greeted, making her way over the two. As per usual, Riley seemed as if he didn't want to be there and Marie was already beginning to freak out. She gave them a wide smile, her feet bouncing with delight.

"I'm ready for the best last month of my life ever." The girl's eyes narrowed on Riley. "And you guys should be too." She sent a backwards glance towards ReiRei and Angel, gesturing for them to come over.

"Live a little," she retorted. "Let's not kill ourselves mentally before we're dead physically. Speaking of the doom of death, where are the others?"

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[Noivian]

Reirei


Kimura

Hi

Tagging: Cychotic spookie C classAteam JustAlexandra
Mood: Excited
Currently: Listening
Location: Hotel Lobby
Interactions: Jean, Angel, Marie, Riley​

Reirei had never been on an airplane before! He had all but bounced out of his seat the entire time, until he passed out and slept most of the way on Angel's shoulder. Someone had shaken him awake for the final descent, allowing him enough time to wake up so he could be alert and ready to go the moment they got in the hotel.

The car ride was comparatively uneventful and boring, and the moment the car came to a halt, he jumped out as fast as he could, stepping away from the car and taking a few moments to take deep breaths. So this is what freedom felt like! He stretched his limbs, as if he hadn't done that while waiting at baggage claim. "Alright! This is gonna be the most awesome time of our lives!" he said, not really intending the ironic notion that this would be the last month of their lives.

Turning back, Reirei picked up a backpack real quick from the luggage being loaded onto the luggage cart, and quickly trotted along at Jean's heels, blubbering the equivalent of white noise or word vomit about how pretty the place was. It wasn't anything constructive and not worth mentioning individually, but it was worth noting that he seemed to be talking non-stop, taking in their surroundings and stating small things he noticed. After a second turn in place, Reirei noticed Jean had walked off without them, and jogged over to where she was greeting Riley and Marie.

Reirei remained more or less quiet, still looking about happily, but not really having anything to add to the conversation other than being present.

 

[spookie]

♡ a n g e l ♡

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Angel Ashford was no longer afraid to die.

Or at least, he hadn't been while on the flight across seemingly endless miles of open ocean. In fact, Angel had spent at least half of it convincing himself why death would be preferable. The other half had been spent panicking, whimpering and running to the dingy airplane bathroom when the combination of turbulence, fear and emotional turmoil became too much.

Amazingly, Reirei had managed to fall asleep on his shoulder, which was quite a feat, considering the white-haired kid was shaking worse than their plane.

He'd never felt more thankful than when they'd stepped off the terrifying hunk of metal, and mostly sat in shell-shocked silence as they drove to the hotel, too scared to really enjoy the scenery.

The hotel was beautiful. As depressed as Angel had been in the last weeks, he wasn't blind. It looked like a fairytale castle, the kind he still wished could be real somehow. Looking over the luxurious architecture in wide-eyed wonder, he was nearly left behind as Jean and Reirei made their way inside.

"It's so beautiful," he whispered to no one, blinking softly before hurrying after his friends.

Angel was a bit out of breath once he caught up with them, fluffy pastel hair mussed and perfectly matching his expression, which was reminiscent of a nervous puppy set loose in the large and very expensive dog park.

"This is it, huh? It's almost too magical to die in..."

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♡mood: scared |
♡currently: arriving at hotel |
♡location: hotel |
♡with: jean, reirei |
♡mentions: Cychotic Noivian |

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[JustAlexandra]

Marie waved at Reirei before responding to Riley. "You are already in my mess, you know that," she said, ignoring his comment about this being their last month to live. She knew that, of course. She was painfully aware that this was their last month to live. She was pretty sure that they all where, actually. Her anxiety was starting to her to her, and she could feel the warmth in her eyes that indicated tears forming. Luckily, Jean appeared before them, distracting her. "Hey, Jean," she grinned. She liked Jean. Jean was, frankly, everything that Marie wanted to be - especially in her final days. If she could absorb any of Jean's life style over this last month, she might die a little happier.

Reirei and Angel joined the three, making five. Crowds made Marie feel a little anxious, and this was getting close to her crowd-capacity. She picked at her nails. Jean was right, she was making herself mentally die before she physically died... She tried to push the thoughts out of her head altogether. She spotted the elevators, pulling Riley along with her. "If you've got the keys - let's find our rooms!" She said, walking towards the elevators. "I need to set down all my stuff, it's heavy," she pouted a little bit. Her backpack was heavy on her shoulders and made her feel a little bit like she was walking in quicksand, and the bag she was pulling in her other hand - the one that wasn't pulling Riley - was like a sack of bricks. But, she had pretty much brought everything she owned. It didn't matter, really, because this was the last month of her life and when she died she wanted to be surrounded by everything she loved. The only thing that was missing was her parents. There was that thought again, her parents. She was still so upset that they had sent her away on this trip. She knew it was in her best interest, but she would never see her parents again. Or, at least, not in person. The thought was sobering - not that she was feeling particularly happy or...well, intoxicated for that matter.

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Mentions: C classAteam
Mood: Worried
Location: Hotel Lobby
Currently:Worrying

MARIE RENEE

bishop

 

[Cychotic]

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Mentions: spookie Noivian C classAteam JustAlexandra
Mood: restless
Currently: unpacking
Location: suite a6

NEVER BACK DOWN​

Jean quirked a brow at Marie, taking notice of the bags she currently held. Maybe she didn't have a magical butler to whisk her belongings away like Angel, ReiRei, and her had.

"Here," she stated, taking some of Marie's load. "It's not that heavy." A chuckle escaped her mouth, along with a snort.

"All of you." Jean tapped her foot. "We're going to the suite." The girl huffed, striding towards the large elevator, waiting as everyone shuffled in. With a glance towards all of them, she pressed the button leading her to their floor. A6 was near the top of the hotel building, reserved only for those who were wealthy enough to afford its luxury. Jean pursed her lips as the doors slid open, stepping out towards the door that marked where they would be staying.

A6 enlarged, gleaming gold letters in a posh font, sitting primly before a slide-card holder. Jean placed the bags onto the ground, slipping the hotel card out of her pocket and swiping it through. "By the way," she remarked, pivoting towards the others. "Your cards should be in each of your rooms, so choose one and you get access to our wonderful suite."

With an exaggerated flourish, she swung open the door, her eyes widening in the splendor. Jean tugged the bags, carrying them until she reached the couch, where she plopped them down one by one. The girl's body stretched upwards, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that her bags were in a corner.

She went to retrieve them, sliding the luggage by its wheels until she reached a hall. Jean peered backwards. "I'm going to find my room. You guys make yourself comfortable."

With that, she walked towards the room furthest from the living room and started to unpack.

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[eunoia]

CHARLIE MAY ROSE

Charlie trailed behind the others, her single bag in tow. She'd grown out of all the clothes she'd had before she was admitted to San Lo's and since she obviously hadn't gone shopping recently, she didn't have many clothes. She was particularly lacking in the swimwear department, and since they were in Hawaii, Charlie assumed that that would need to change. Thankfully her mom and step-dad had given her access to their credit cards. Charlie couldn't help but let her jaw drop in awe as she looked around her. They were stood in the lobby of a grand hotel, by far the biggest, most decandent and extravagant place she had ever seen. The ceilings were twice, no three times the height of San Lo's. She shuddered as she thought of her old 'home' she had never enjoyed it their, despite trying to be optimistic and, even though there was a rather dark reason behind them being let out, Charlie was overjoyed to have some taste of all the freedom she'd missed. Charlie snapped out of her daze as she heard Jean beckon them, she practically skipped to the elevator, a grin on her face. "I'm so excited!" She gushed, to no-one in particular. "Are you excited? I mean not for the death part." She frowned before continuing. "But I mean, this month is going to be amazing!"

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Mood: Excited/Optimistic
Location: Elevator/Hallway
Interactions: everyone

 

[classAteam]

Riley made a point of rolling his eyes, but followed the rest of the group into the elevator. His load of bags wasn't that large considering the fact that he didn't care about what he wore, and most of the space was taken up by random trinkets he'd collected over the years. Riley almost considered turning around and taking a cab back to the hospital, but the elevator doors closed, and he was stuck in an enclosed place with people he didn't even like that much. He let out a low sigh as the others conversed, and was greatly relieved when the elevator came to a stop. The door opened, and Jean was the first one out, carrying a few of Charlie's bags. He figured her bags were already in the suite, waiting for her to unpack them. She took out her card, which was used to open the door, and for some reason he didn't understand, Riley was holding his breath. This was it, this is officially the beginning of the end.

Once the door swung open, Riley felt as if all the air was sucked out of his lungs. The place was beautiful, that's for sure, but he was still incredibly nervous. Jean sat down Charlie's bags before going to retrieve her own from the corner of the room. Riley set his down by the door, and took a second to inspect the room. Yep, even if he didn't want to be there, he wasn't going to lie and say that the suite wasn't a perfect place to spend your last days. Pushing that thought to the back his mind, the boy grabbed his luggage again and rolled it down the hallway, stopping at the door closest to the bathroom. Riley peered inside the room, ultimately deciding it was the best choice for him, before wheeling his stuff inside and sitting it down near his bed. He left his door cracked open, and invitation for Marie to join him whenever she finished packing, before he started to pack his own stuff away.

 

[kou]

REN BOUTIMER​

&there was death, standing in its glory

mood: in love with gilded happiness
i'm lost, i'm a ghost
outfit: for slow days and long lines

dispossessed, taken host
health: stable, so far.​

​

Tell me the story of the drunken mice and men and the inconsiderate princess.

Why do you want to know?

Because it's beautiful.

No, it isn't.

Because it's the closest I've ever been to God.

4:24 PM - as above, so below
People were art, masterpieces shoved in the back of the corner or displays of violence that clashed with tranquil and somber scenes. They blended in and stood out and were ever so clumsy with their mind, splattering their brains on anyone who wanted to listen and scraping their hearts up off the floor. Ren fit into one of these categories although she had been having a hard time of finding the right words for it lately which was unbecoming of a word-lover such as herself, the result was scratched out crossword puzzles and black ink all over bony hands, becoming even bonier as Death neared. It wasn't as if the girl was unable to string together a sentence - a hearty one at that - it was that she couldn't find the right words and the mere thought of this brought a slightly displeased look to her face. What a crime it was to be lacking in conversation and it was all the more notable when she found herself standing in front of the rather grandiose hotel that was supposed to be her one enjoyment before her inevitable death, a comfort that the nurses and doctors could allow themselves in knowing they had done something right before returning to their healthy and alive children and thankinggodthosewerenttheirkids. It was not as if Ren harbored resentment for the living as she was barely-living herself, it was the skeletal frames and IVs and numerous hushed whispers and darted eyes that set her off and sent her spiraling into an alarming amount of books and more black ink, black ink, black in-

Ah, yes. She had been staring.
The young man who was making eye contact with her had the look that could've contained numerous possibilities for her future: a stranger, a companion, an enemy...a lover. With a small chuckle that did not quite fit her voice and did not quite express humor, Ren collected her not-quite self and entered the hotel, looking around for the others and sighing as the elevator closed once she was able to spot a brief glimpse of their corpses.

She called them corpses because that was what they were. Walking corpses, bound for the Heavens and set for the Hells. The fiery Persephones and romanticized Hades, the creators and consumers of death and dem-
Ding!

An elevator slid open and a rather attractive woman stepped out, smiling momentarily at Ren's decaying frame before moving around her and blending in with the rest of the crowd that these types of hotels seemed to host. It was only a few seconds before the elevator closed and Ren waited patiently as the numbers lit up, signaling that ascension was occurring and solidifying the conclusion that Ren had jumped - no, leaped - to long ago:

She was dying.

She was brittle and bone marrow.
She was all sterility and hospital food.

She would be gone.

And yet, the smile never left the girl's face. The sad eyes remained.
Neither would ever change until she retired to an early grave.

Starting slightly as the elevator halted, Ren blinked and collected herself before stepping out and into warmth and wealth. It would've almost been a comfort if it wasn't a pity party.

Nonetheless, she had to find her room.​

 

[JustAlexandra]

Marie follow Jean to their room, where she put down her bags. She thanked Jean for taking her bags up, getting her key and picking up the bag, lugging them over to her room. She unlocked the door, flopping all her things down with an audable "unf". Looking around the room, the place was pretty much like a fairy tale room. A big, four posted bed with fabric coiled around the wooden rails, a vanity with a huge mirror, beautiful hardwood floors, a fur rug in the middle. She leaned down, rubbing her hand into the fabric of the carpet. It was so soft, she closed her eyes, enjoying a moment of peace after the trip here.

She stood up after a few moments. Pulling her toiletries out of her bag, she walked into the bathroom - her own, personal bathroom. She was used to having one at the hospital, but that was just a room with a toilet, shower and sink. This was like... if that room was a million dollars richer. There was a huge, claw-footed tub that was made of frosted glass, and a shower with multiple heads, some coming out of the wall. The mirror was full length, taking up almost the entire wall infront of a sink. A beautiful sink. It looks like it had been carved out of marble. It probably was carved out of marble, she realized.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, she walked out of the room, looking for Riley's. He had left his door cracked, and she took it apon herself to let herself in. He was unpacking, and she plopped herself down on an empty section of his bed. "I'm dying," she said, then turned to look at him. "Literally and figuratively."

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Mentions: C classAteam
Mood: Worried (always) Enchanted
Location: Riley's Room
Currently:Worrying/Talking to Riley

MARIE RENEE

bishop

 

[Noivian]

Reirei


Kimura

Hi

Tagging: None
Mood: Excited, slightly somber
Currently: Unpacking
Location: Hotel room, Reirei's room
Interactions: Open!​

Following the others into their new dwelling, Reirei quickly did a 360, and then a 780, taking in all he could of the place. Should they somehow find a miracle cure in the next month, Reirei wanted to remember this trip for the rest of his life. If not... well, he'd like his last thoughts to be of his family and his last surroundings to be his friends. Collecting his one singular duffel bag from the corner of the room where the bellhop had placed them, Reirei quickly made his way into the hallway, choosing the first empty room and throwing himself into it.

The place was beautiful, it really was. It was simple, but stylish. Reirei usually wasn't one for unpacking - he was notorious at the hospital for living out of his duffel bag. But there was a big difference between there and here. Taking a somber moment, Reirei ran a hand over the queen sized bed in the middle of his bedroom. This would probably be his death bed. Looking about the room, he took it all in. This was to be his home, until he died. For the next month, this was where he lived. It almost made the usually chipper boy want to cry.

Almost.

After all, the view caught his eye, and his bright smile returned. Throwing open the curtains, he took in the land below, where it met with the water, crystal blue waves crashing on white sandy beaches. Reirei couldn't help but laugh to himself. He always had wanted to go to Hawaii, and now here he was. It was like something out of a post card! In a flurry of movement, Reirei returned to his bag and unpacked, throwing almost everything into one or two drawers and stashing the bag in the closet. Now the only question was what to do first...

 

[spookie]

♡ a n g e l ♡

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If there was anything that could pry Angel's mind from the macabre and morbid, it was the sparkling promise of a fairytale castle come to life. He'd really, truly never seen anything like it... in fact, he doubted he could've dreamed something so magnificent.

"Wow," he whispered, voice still shivery from the after-effects of a flight gone wrong. "Just... wow."

For one wavering, dreamlike moment, under the light of a chandelier worth more than his mother's apartment, he forgot.

Angel barely noticed the others, mind caught between swirling clouds and endless, bitter gloom... a strange combination that only he could pull off. Everything about him, from his pastel hair and childlike naivety to his piercings and cynicism was completely at odds, yet somehow it worked. Or at least, he hadn't fallen apart. There was another month to go before that.

White hair creating a feathery halo around the familiar faces and glamor, he made his way over to where the luggage had been placed and picked up his own suitcase, which was sadly lacking in stamps or wear-and-tear.

For some, it would be a blank slate and an excuse to travel more. Angel, however, would never get the chance to cover the dull black surface with stories and memories and secrets untold. It would forever be a fading daydream, so painfully filled with untapped potential. Like me, he thought.

Blinking away a familiar dampness from his glassy blue eyes, Angel walked in silence to one of the fancy, seemingly identical rooms. He selected the one with the nicest view, and unpacked his belongings with shaky, uncertain and all-too-pale hands.

The band tees and skinny jeans that never came small enough to actually fit seemed ugly and out of place in this secret world of wealth and glamour, and they smelled of hospitals and cheap laundry detergent. Angel sighed, feeling both wonderstruck and incredibly out of place.

He admired the luxurious bed, all comfort and plushy padding with no expenses spared. His deathbed? No. Angel Ashford, who had spent most of his existance patiently awaiting his doom, would not lay down and fade away peacefully. If he was going, it wouldn't be in some quiet, lonely room. Not if he could help it, anyway.

After putting away the rest of his belongings, Angel carefully unpacked his beloved guitar and propped it against the sleek, modern form of the hotel's dresser. It seemed smaller surrounded by such opulent decor, but no less important. His fingers itched to fill the unfamiliar surroundings with a lilting melody, but the emo knew his friends wouldn't appreciate him abandoning them for music again.

Instead, Angel bit his lip and returned to the suite. He was practically vibrating with frantic energy, yet somehow stood just a little too still as he observed the scene in nervous silence.

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♡mood: awestruck |
♡currently: taking it all in |
♡location: his bedroom |
♡with: n/a |
♡mentions: n/a |

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[Cychotic]

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Mentions: spookie Noivian C classAteam JustAlexandra eunoia kou
Mood: restless
Currently: waiting in excitement
Location: suite a6

NEVER BACK DOWN​

Jean hadn't necessarily packed a large amount. Her case was light, not as heavy as the belongings she had carried up for Marie in the elevator. She huffed, shoving the last pieces of garment in the cabinet, closing it with a small slam. Her eyes wandered to the bed, plush and too large for one person, a fulfillment of a life's need for luxury. Jean pressed her hand into the fabric, admiring at how it sunk under her fingers. Soft. Malleable.

But not her death bed. She had no doubt that the others would look at it, wondering whether or not they would find their demise upon it as they slept, eyes closed in sweet embrace. Jean would have no part in such a drab death. She was no soldier, but she would die with the honor of knowing she had her dreams fulfilled to the point that they were bursting and overflowing. This bed would not chain her.

The window gleamed from her side, and a swivel of her head showed a unfathomable beauty. Waves crashed upon sandy beaches, pushing in and pulling back as it searching for something. A hum escaped her mouth and she swiped a travel brochure from the night stand, flipping through its pages with a slight tilt of her head.

Jean sucked in a breath as her eyes widened, landing on a page depicting vibrant blue waters and cliffs stretching off above the smooth surface of the beach.

She skidded to the side, rushing out of her room with the brochure tucked tightly in between her fingers, the pages crinkling as she burst into the hallway.

"Meeting in the living room!" Jean hollered, scrambling on to a couch with her dark hair shifting behind her. Her legs crossed then uncrossed, her fingers tapping the arms of the fabric, excitement glinting in her eyes.

If her room would not hold her in death, she would search for something more extreme. Cliff diving would be the first extreme.

Her lips widened into a grin.

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[classAteam]

Riley was startled whn Marie randomly invaded his room, however, allowed her to stay as she plopped down on his bed. She seemed to visibly be the most worried, but Riley wasn't surprised, considering she worried about everything. He figured she was going to continue to rant to him about not wanting to be here, so he finished throwing random shirts into drawers he probably would never open, but instead, the other girl stopped and Riley was met with silence. He quickly turned to her to see what was the hold up, and was greeted with her face looking at him, maybe expecting an answer. Riley didn't really know what to say to that, so he just shrugged and half answered, half asked, "Aren't we all?" That seemed to be a sufficient reply, and he went back to finish his unpacking. However, the boy was disrupted again by a shrill voice calling all the occupants down to the living room and Riley really wanted to beat on his fists like a monkey to see if that'll make people leave him alone. Instead, he groaned and slammed the drawer shut.

As much as Riley wanted to ignore Jean's call and stay in his room forever, he knew it would just be best to comply with whatever that girl wanted and get it over with. He placed his empty suitcase on the floor under his bed and looked over to Marie, pointing in the direction of the door. "Should we just, um...?" Riley waved his hands around, vaguely gesturing to himself and Marie, hoping the girl understood what he meant. He knew that she would, she's known him for years, so she was pretty used to him using his gestures to speak, instead of actually using words. Riley made his way to the door, knowing she would follow behind him, and peeked into the hallway, glancing at the other members exiting their rooms and walking towards the area the Jean called from. Riley joined them, moving in the direction of the living room. Because he didn't want to be there, he walked extra slow, which resulted in Riley being the last to enter. He didn't mind though, and plopped down on one of the couches, listening silently to the group speak.

JustAlexandra Cychotic

 

[JustAlexandra]

"Yeah, I guess we are,"Marie said, frowning as the two were summoned into the other room. Riley groaned, mimicking Marie's inner thoughts exactly. That was a common thing for them, they were practically in each others head - as creepy as that sounded. It wasn't really that creepy in action, though. Sometimes it was actually a bit comforting, like, maybe she wasn't always alone. She shook the thoughts out of her head. Riley had motioned to the door and then took his lead out of it, walking into where the apparent "meeting" was about to take place.

She sighed, closing her eyes for just longer than a blink's time before pulling herself off the bed and quickly rushing into the other room. In her rush she managed to bang her hip against the door frame. "Ow, Shit!" she frowned, cursing her clumsiness. She made her way over to the couch Riley had sat on, hand rubbing her now sure to be bruised hip. She wondered if it would heal before she died, but quickly pushed that thought out of her head. She was constantly pushing thoughts out of her head. "Alright, I'm here," she said, sitting on the couch next to Riley. She pulled her feet up and placed them on his lap, turning to face Jean for whatever she had in store.

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Mentions: C classAteam Cychotic
Mood: Worried/Curious
Location: Main Room
Currently:Worrying/Waiting for the meeting to begin

MARIE RENEE

bishop

 

[Noivian]

Reirei


Kimura

Hi

Tagging: Cychotic
Mood: Excited
Currently: Waiting for the meeting to start
Location: Hotel Living Room
Interactions: Jean​

Speaking of what to do first, Reirei heard Jean's call to gather in the living room, and startled, both out of excitement and out of surprise. Surely, if Jean thought of something, then it was bound to be fun! Reirei was certain that most everyone else wouldn't agree, however. Knowing the rest of the group, they would probably be content to rot away in their rooms for the rest of their considerably short lives.

But no hard feelings to the group in the slightest. He realized that Jean and himself were in a different state of mind than they, Jean perhaps more so than Reirei, given how Reirei had nearly succumbed to the pitfall of his upcoming untimely death.Anyways, Jean had summoned, so Reirei will respond. He looked about his room, trying to think of what he might need on the fly in case they went barreling out the door the moment everyone was gathered. He snatched up his wallet and slipped the hotel key card into it, across from his credit card. The card had been a final gift from his parents, a show of love and support for their soon to be deceased son. There was no limit on it, so he could spend as much as he wanted. The money his parents would get after he died from the life insurance should be more than enough to cover both funeral costs and what he bought during the trip here.

Reirei looked down to his person, and slipped the wallet into a pocket on his khaki cargo shorts. He wore a simple striped men's tank top, despite the fact that he was horridly pale and scrawny, and a pair of bright red converse, the white socks reaching just able his ankles. All new clothes, considering he spent most of his life in a hospital gown. Grabbing his phone off the dresser, he deemed himself ready to go out the door. Stepping into the hallway, he all but power walked towards the living room, taking a seat nearby Jean. "So, what's up?"