they were kids that i once knew

if it’s good it will become official

It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

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beRYLL IS VERY IMPORTANT TBH… i really really like her a lot. she’s really sweet and so outside of herself sometimes that it hurts….. ((sometimes more like all of the time cmon ber be a bit more selfish pls keep urself  happy….)) tbh if i had to make a list of dr ocs i would date irl ber would prob b high up on that list.. i like birds and she just is sooo cute im gonna DIE……

aS FOR NIKKI i rly like her a whole bunch she’s super rad and awesome… to like….. extremes……… but i probably agitate / annoy her more often than not oopsies im glad she puts up w me

It was so nice before. When you could talk for a bit and try to rebound from those feelings you had before. Feelings you wish you couldn’t feel. Feelings you never wanted nor expected in the first place. In a week things could almost seem normal, casual, all that nice everyday stuff. Aside from being trapped and all, though after oh so many days it’s something that can be overlooked. Company helps it. Though he didn’t expect things to take a turn. Another turn. A repeat. A horrible one.

"Oh why is this happening again? I thought we could get over it. Maybe learn a lesson of some sort. Something that could have taught us ‘No killing or-or you executed if you do!’ It’s not that hard to not listen. Or is it hard? Oh….Why can’t we just have a peaceful living? Why, why, why…."

Rupert was making a little fuss in the kitchen. It could be considered kind of scary if someone entered right then and there. He was aggressively whispering to himself. Nervously running his fingers along the counters and patting his pants pockets. He knew how to deal with it the first time. He could handle it then, especially since he didn’t exactly know them that well. Second time means that there is a chance he could be killed. His friends get killed. Even little casualties, like the victim. He didn’t know her, the only time he really saw or talked to her was during trial. Even then it was only her correcting him. Nothing more. The fact that someone murdered another was what scared him the most.

She'd been happy, even just yesterday. How could she be so daft?

She'd been aimlessly wandering, pacing through the hotel before deciding that yes, tea would help. She didn't want to go all the way back up to her room, however. The looming darkness seemed to want to attack her, and she didn't want to find herself alone in the dark.

Stepping into the kitchen, she was greeted by...

Someone she'd hardly spoken to. He seemed to be in a similar state to herself, pacing and worrying. At least he wasn't shaking. Standing by the door, Beryll pondered whether to approach or not. Perhaps he'd lash out, not trusting her? 

Swallowing back her nervousness, she continued walking, slowly approaching Rupert. 

"H-Hola, c-como estas? Oh, um, I mean... A-Are you alright, M-Mr. Ru-Rupert?"