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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Olivia on Sept 10, 2015 22:06:21 GMT -5
you are free to choose but you are not free from the consequences of your choice. ▼ NOTES:* Starting Solo WORD COUNT: 1,973
| * Everything catches up with you sooner or later. There is never truly any escaping the depths of the shadows. Every decision, every choice comes with a consequence of some sort. For every action there is always an equal reaction. Cause and effect. Life was compiled of them. Some choices yielded bigger ramifications than others. So many didn't understand the cost of their decision. The cost didn't always present itself in beginning. Most of the time it festered. It slowly boiled to the surface. It simmered till it was ready to pop. Like a Boogeyman hiding within the darkness under your bed waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Life had cruel timing. Striking you down after the long struggle you had taken to climb up.
* Olivia Phoenix Cassadine. Adoptive daughter to a one Nicholas Cassadine was known for her brushes with trouble every once in awhile. Her temper at times got the best of her. Other times she actually could be quite the diplomat; the peacekeeper. When she wanted to be she had an elegant way with her words. A grace and strength to her presence. But it wasn't often she used those tools. No Olivia often spoke in flames to many that tried to belittle her. To those that opted to speak like she was a simple nobody. Olivia was by no means a nobody and would never fall into playing second fiddle to anyone. She wasn't the sidekick type. Wasn't the background character and definitely never a side chick type. This redhead was far too proud for that. That proud nature was trouble. It lead her down paths she needn't walk. Was this - tonight - a result of that pride?
* A coating of thick crimson liquid littered the floor and walls of a warehouse on the docks. It trickled through cracks in the concrete like little red streams. Blood was life and the amount spilled indicated that life had been stripped from many this night. The souls of the condemned were vanishing from this world. The damned being ushered by the grim reaper. Taking a ride with Charon down the River of Styx. How many souls were claimed this night? No need to really count. The truest question was would Olivia be another victim to the Reaper? Did he not have his plentiful of souls to feed off of? Did he need to come back for hers? Amongst the littered bloodbath is where she laid. Among the worthless scum her body remained unmoving. There was still breath in her body but was it enough to keep the Reaper at bay?
* Olivia's body ached all over. Her head was pounding something vicious. It stilled echoed voices and screams that were long gone. Her eyes felt too heavy to open but she needed to didn't she? She needed to open those cerulean blue eyes and try to come back to this world. Olivia was never a quitter but a body could take but so much. Whatever happened this very night currently she seemed to be the only one with life left in them.
~...Get..up...~
* Inside she was trying to coach herself but her body was barely responding to the request. A finger twitched first before the rest of her hand slowly curled in. It took a moment before she gasped sharply, suddenly sitting up only to tip back over onto her side coughing and breathing heavily. Her body was drenched in blood some her own, some not. It was in her hair and splatters across her beautiful face. She groaned in her pain feeling more than likely her ribs were fractured as she rolled on her back. Opening her eyes was still such a challenge as each breath she took sharply gave another wave a pain. Olivia's head fell to the side, chest heaving, as her eyes finally opened only to find another staring back at her. Widened dead eyes fixated upon her from the lifeless corpse just a few feet away. His face showing some signs of freshly burned skinned. She couldn't process it at the moment, she was too focused on her own predicament. She didn't know who he was, where she was or why. She didn't know what happened.
* Whatever happened she needed to leave. This wasn't a place she was supposed to be that much was clear. Her father was going to kill her wasn't he if her wounds didn't take her first. As of right now it seemed like that's what was going to occur. Olivia was a fighter though she couldn't let herself go out like this. Did it even have a purpose? She struggled gathering herself to her feet only to fall again. Her tank top was torn in places as well as her jeans but not by much. Bruising, cuts, scrapes, a stab wound to her side and a bullet wound in her left shoulder all compiled her injuries. Olivia closed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth pushing herself fiercely to stand up and stay up. Tirelessly, painfully she looked at the bodies on the floor.
~..Wha-what happened?...I gotta go...~
* It took everything she had to move herself. To limp, stagger her way out of the warehouse. The air was always coldest by the docks. The wind hit her and made her shiver under the coating of the night. The dark skies barely allowing the moon her full glory to flourish. Using the outer wall of the warehouse as a small crutch she continued pushing herself. Her hand smearing blood against the wall in her wake. Her breaths were ragged, desperate for a good amount of air in her lungs. What happened back inside? Why was she like this? Was it her fault? It probably was in some form or another. Damn it's been what? Three or four times now she had gotten into some mess? For a girl still freshly back from the presumed dead she was already racking up the danger meter. Whatever this was however was the icing on the cake. This was something in no way could she hide this from her father. She didn't even know what she was hiding. It was all a fuzzy blur. Somehow she managed to get out to a clearing but she couldn't move anymore. She had lost so much blood already.
~..I..can't..I have to keep...but my body won't let me...I can't fall here..~
* She begged and pleaded with herself to keep pushing on but her back hit a wall and she began sliding down. Blood once again smearing against the wall following her movements. Her form was slowly coming to a slump as her desire to move was pounding on her door, physically it just wasn't happening at all. As much as one wants the body to move or do things sometimes it just refuses to corporate. The dark skies mimicked the darkness she felt starting to shroud her being. The street lamps were so dim like a fading light in the world. It was though it represented her eyes. The declining luminescence from her orbs being replaced with the abyss. She lacked the strength to continue applying pressure to her stab wound so she just let her hand fall. Maybe it was all pointless. Maybe this was her time. She had people that would miss her right? She had to fight a little longer but she was so exhausted. She just was reunited with her family and a long time friend how does shit like this always happen?
~..May-maybe just a little rest and I can get up..~
* The world fell so silent aside from the soft sounds of the water sloshing about against the pier walls. Even that had started to become muffled to her ears. Inch by inch the world was drifting further away from her. She didn't even realize when her eyes closed or if they really were close or was it just her already gone. Darkness was a lonely place to be. Her time was ticking. The sister's of fate gathered around her life string giggling, waiting for that moment to just snip. Tick. Tock. Tick. Time stood still for no one. It was a race and she was already losing.
* They say only in darkness can you see the stars. Oh how beautiful they must've looked in Olivia's blackened world. Little specks of stardust kissed through the dark dome in which she was encased in. They danced and sparkled like pure twilight. Olivia always did love to stargaze from time to time. She could spend hours laying underneath the night sky pointing out the constellations watching those balls of gas shimmer against the backdrop. It was soothing to her soul. Often enough she liked to play 'connect the stars' and see what outlines she could randomly formulate. Truthfully it was more fun when you had a partner to play with or even against. She had someone like that once upon a time right? A dearest friend she used to drag out once in a blue to random areas to gaze up at the starry night. Sometimes on the lawn or jungle gym at a park. Sometimes rooftops and even the sandy beaches. The friend in question was none other than a particular Juelz Santana, or rather even a Malik Moore as she knew him by both. He was a pain in her ass sometimes and no one probably expected him to have moments like that but he did. The memory seemed to give some kind of warmth to her as sounds came in muffled from somewhere.
~Wh-what is that?~
* Lost in her starry abyss at least there was a bit of light to keep her company. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that meant there was still hope for her yet it was very limited. Those stars started to lose their shine slowly one by one they would dim out. Olivia in her mind felt herself reaching for one of the dying lights.
~No don't fade away.~
* Catching it, it burst in her hand and stung her eyes. She squinted hard, groaning at the pain as the muffled voices came into little focus. Back in reality her eyes started to edge open feeling the pressure on her side but made no movement. The dimness of the streetlights coupled with the half moon barely gave her enough sight to make out whom she thought she saw before her..
"Jue-"
* She groaned in pain muffling out whatever she was trying to say. Yet it was a mere illusion created by shadows, or maybe by her mind coupled with her growing delirium. Chest bounced a little quicker again as she tried to regain it. She had the bullet was still lodged inside and the stab wound was indeed deep. Cerulean blues though slightly shut still managed to pop against her the dirt and blood on her face. Her head tilted back against the wall as she tried to move but no dice. Maybe she just didn't try hard enough. Somewhere in the distance hasty footsteps could barely be heard. Shouting however faint was much easier to pick up. It was coming from the warehouse and it's surrounding area. Reinforcement a bit too late maybe? A shift change maybe? A crew checking on the others? Who knows. No one knows who those dead people inside were expect for the dying girl resting against a wall.
::The stars begin to fade like guttering candles and are snuffed out one by one. Out in the depths of space the great celestial cities, the galaxies cluttered with memorabilia of ages, are gradually dying. Tens of billions of years pass in the growing darkness... of a universe condemned to become a galactic graveyard:: --Edward Harrison
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Post by Olivia on Oct 9, 2015 18:44:12 GMT -5
you are free to choose but you are not free from the consequences of your choice. ▼ | * This was no time for resting. No time for sleep. But her body almost felt spent. She felt she had released a mass of energy from her being that left her feeling empty. Running on nothing but fumes. Running. Running seemed like a great idea if she could ever find herself getting up. Gravity. Gravity had a firm grip on her body keeping her where she paused. It felt like it was suffocating her soul. No that wasn't gravity choking the essence of her life that was the chains of fate. The chains of the judgment winding itself tightly around her creating a burning sensation. So did that mean she was condemned to the fiery pits? Or was it merely the feel of the wounds she sustained? No, wasn't it supposed to be getting colder not hotter?
~I..I need to move.. Come on Olivia move.~
* She tried to steady her breathes while grabbing her side tightly trying to apply more pressure on her wound best she could in her weakened state. She gripped hard on the tattered clothing, shutting her eyes as she took deeper quicker breathes as if she was trying to steel herself. The moment she inhaled sharply on the third time she quickly pushed herself back up to her feet with a heavily grunt only to stagger back and hit the wall, however she remained standing. The wall was her crutch once more. A huge rush of discomfort shot through her body like a shock wave forcing another deep rooted grunt from her gritting teeth. She had been bleeding out for how long she didn't know. Why any of this was what it was, she didn't know. She didn't even know exactly where she was other than some docks. In a place like New York City which was essentially island esque it could be almost anywhere.
"What happened?"
* Olivia found herself questioning once more this time out loud. Secretly hoping for an answer to just come to her. For anyone to fill in the gaps. She tried to push the memory to the surface but was met with excessive resistance causing her head to throb tremendously. Though it pained to move her left arm still it shot up to grab her pounding head. All she felt was a searing sharp anguish applying immense pressure to the point she let out a loud scream. If those that had arrived weren't already on high alert and searching they had an even greater reason for her shout through the thick of the night would not go ignored. As quick as it came was almost as quick as it died out leaving her panting and trembling. Yelling and footsteps grew louder signaling to her they were coming in her direction. She had to move and she had to move now. Fuck the pain, fuck everything, she had to push through it all and make a break for it.
"Shit."
* Mustering all that she could she willed herself off the wall staggering a little at first before walking with quickened pace which soon turned into a sprint despite it all. When was the last time she felt this feeling? Felt this kinda of anxiety, maybe even fear? Years ago with Viktor, the night he told her to run. The night he lost his life to save her; protect her. The same night it thundered and lightninged something terrible. That same night when Nicolas Cassadine took her into his life and home. That entire night was a blessing and a curse. A loss and a gain. This wasn't exactly the same but the anxiety build up was there. All she wanted was to get out of dodge. Clenching her side she tried to pick up speed as she ran across the street and slipped into an alley just before three men in suits appeared where she previously was. The blood soaked red head didn't make it far in but just enough to be covered by the darkness as she peered over to catch a glimpse, quickly dipping back.
"Fuck."
~No. You got this Olivia. Not here, not now.~
* Exhaustion was claiming her. She heard the men conserving angrily in an Irish dialect. Knowing the language she understood and knew they noticed the blood on the wall. Her anxiety level was raising, she was getting more and more nervous by the second. She hadn't even thought about applying pressure to her shoulder wound which was in just as much need as her side. Blur. Her vision was becoming blurry if not shaking. Harder and harder it seemed to keep awake. The more she moved the more blood she loss. Weakened. Her body had taken a heavy toll she knew they were now on the hunt for her. This was not how things should've been. She being the hunted instead of the hunter. Olivia didn't like those odds, she liked them even less in her current state. Hating to admit it she needed help. Moving more into the alley just past a few garbage cans she felt her phone in her pocket. Releasing her side her blood riddled hand retrieved the cell fumbling with unlocking the damn thing. She fell against the wall her vision still a mess as she tried to locate Dante's number. Hopefully she chose the right contact out of her log cause all she knew was the phone was dialing. After a few rings and it picked up on the other end, that voice was not her brothers.
"..Malik? Heh heeey s-sorry to bother you. I don't want to g-get you in anymore trouble but.."
* Honestly she didn't mean to call him Malik it just kinda slipped out in her delirium. Her voice she was trying to sound strong with a faint chuckle but failed to hide the harsh breath intakes and the roughness of her tone. Immediately following her 'but' were three words that probably was going to hit him a little. Why? Considering their fight two years ago and again not to long ago of her repeating the same words but in an opposite meaning, there was a twist this time around. So tirelessly in a whisper the phrase fell from her lips.
"..I-I need you.."
"Hey!"
"Shit."
* Out of pure reaction she dropped the phone, pushing off the brick wall and staggering in a run. The men quickly followed their loud footfalls audible over the downed phone still in call if he hadn't hung up. Gun shots started to ring out but so far she was lucky their aim was poor. Maybe due a little to her swaying form and the shadows of the alley not providing enough light. Suddenly the fatigue, the pain was nonexistent as she dropped trash bins in their way in hopes of slowing them down. One bullet did manage to clip her in the leg just grazing her right thigh, thankfully nothing to worry about. She almost fell once or twice in some of the turns having to use her hands to push again like a sprinter. The adrenaline had kicked into high gear carrying her through twist and turns, bouncing off the walls in some cases. One of the men managed to catch up to her, he must've lost his gun along the way cause all she felt was his hand on her shoulder. Instincts kicked in as she was prematurely stopped turning her body to swiftly kick him in the gonads. That hurt them both due to her injuries, but she wouldn't stop there delivering a vicious elbow to the mans temple.
* Salvation. She was right there. Like the light at the end of a tunnel she wasn't too far from the exit. Just a few more feet. Sucking it up once more she ran, ran as hard, as fast as she could back out into the main streets. Just across the street directly from where she exited was a police station. Normally a girl like Olivia wouldn't turn to the cops unless she was dealing with those under the Cassadine payroll. There was a chance there were those inside but she didn't know and she had no time to guess. All she knew was no matter what it was better than being out there. Fuck the traffic that was about to come down due to the light change she had vultures on her tale. Without a care she made her last ditch effort to get across that street as her pursuers were stopped by the cars. She needed to get inside. One of the pursuers - he was bold, very bold and got a shot off striking her in her right of her back as she was staggering up the stairs. The shot floored her instantly. The other man pulled the bold shooter away as cops hearing gunfire rushed outside, one in particular running down the steps to her, turning her over quickly taking remembrance of her face.
"Olivia? Call a bus! Now! Hey hey Olivia hang in there ok?"
"Cal, you know this girl?"
"She's a friend just call a fucking bus! And locate the damn shooter!"
-Fuck Ollie you need to hold on, your father would fucking kill me. What the hell happened? Why are you covered in blood?-
* Luck be it was Cal, someone that knew her; knew her father although that applied a little more pressure to him. He cradled her trying to apply pressure but he almost didn't know where to start. Another officer came to assist as the ambulance arrived swiftly. They carefully prepped and got her on a stretcher as Cal made a call he really didn't want to make.
"Cal.. What could possibly be wrong that you're calling me for?"
"...Sir...I."
"I'm busy. Speak or not at all."
"Sir it's Olivia."
* Nicolas Cassadine was in a meeting at the time but at the nervous tone Cal presented with his daughters name attached he kindly excused himself from the room, taking the call outside. His tone was kept even almost unwavering as he asked the burning question.
"....Olivia what? What about her?"
"She's in really bad shape. I don't know what happened. I found her on the steps of the station after I heard gunshots. She was covered in blood."
"........."
"Sir?...I've already had her transported to the hospital I called the doctor ahead of time already.. Sir?"
* There was nothing but dead silence on the end of Mr. Cassadine. All Cal would hear was the ending of the call as Nicolas hung up clutching his phone tightly threatening it's integrity. Taking the deepest of breaths he went back in and excused himself entirely from the meeting walking as calmly as he could out of the building. Internally he was filled with rage and worry. He just got her back and once she got into something with Quinn on accident - yeah he knew about it, now she was covered in blood and wounded heading to the hospital. What was going on? By no means would it take him long to reach the hospital where his doctor was already performing surgery on her.
* Olivia's life was fading away with each passing moment. In truth it was a wonder how she was still alive as is. But the chains of fate were continuing their tight coil around her soul. She didn't know herself how much longer she could hold out, if she even wanted to fight it off anymore. Now she wanted to rest. Sleep. Forget about it all. In a waiting area particularly outside of that surgery room stood her father facing the surgery doors. Adonis sat idle in a chair with his arms crossed, only a foot tapping slowly. Dante tried not to pace angrily back and forth but couldn't contain it as he through a hard right at the wall denting and cracking it.
"Dante."
* Cassadine's voice was calm but stern just shooting his eldest son a look. Dante sucked his teeth wanting to speak but respected his wishes and sat down hunched forward, his forearms resting on his knees and his right leg bouncing in anticipation. Despite having his shades on there was no hiding his emotions. Outside the double doors that led to where Mr. Cassadine and his sons waited was Cal and Sarris. Sarris being the one that usually kept a tight eye on her felt a tug in the pit of his stomach. He understood her need for freedom and never wanted to bar her from it but now he was wishing that he was always there and kept her on a tighter leash. But what real good would that do for her in the long run he knew she would just be more defiant like she had been lately, yet it was more than usual if he was honest and now here they were waiting on an answer. In the midst of it all Sarris felt the need to contact a certain someone. Someone he believed had the right to be there no matter what the results were. He hadn't contacted this person in some time because of the fallout between him and the Cassadine's as Sarris believed in giving said person the space they needed. However he knew they had reunited and even if they hadn't he felt the boy deserved to be there for his friend and so Sarris shot him a text.
'Juelz. it's Sarris. I know you know Ollie is back. Come to the hospital. She's in bad shape. Don't be stubborn. This is beyond any bad blood you have with them. This is about Olivia. Don't pretend she doesn't mean anything.' * Juelz would know what hospital considering they wouldn't take her to just any one. Sarris would simply wait expecting Juelz to storm in because no matter what the bad blood was there. It was all thanks to stupid shameless rumors. Meanwhile Mr. Cassadine by no means was an emotionless man but he didn't show his truest affections in the public eye. Though in truth he didn't know how to truly feel in this moment. He wanted to know why this happened? Who was it? And once he found out lay a fury upon them.
::But even stars they fade, and colors turn to grey. I miss yesterday and the way
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Post by Olivia on Dec 7, 2015 2:04:33 GMT -5
you are free to choose but you are not free from the consequences of your choice. ▼ | Beep....Beep... Beep ________
* Panic. In the surgical room the doctors and nurses went into a frenzy the moment Olivia's heart monitor dropped. Sounds that once presented hope disappeared and replaced it all with fear. No doctor wanted to lose a patient especially on the table. However the pressure was greater when that patient was the daughter of one of the biggest mafia bosses around. Nicolas Cassadine might've been a reasonable man but that was too a fault. He understood loss. He understood not everyone could be saved. Even the miracle doctors try to present are more like hopeful possibilities. Hopeful wishing but not always truly facts. A slew of 'maybes'. How could they walk out those doors with nothing but the news Nicolas wanted to hear? They couldn't unless they had exhausted all they had. But the man wanted updates on his daughter's situation to which they could not deny. The head doctor/surgeon working on her attempted to remain calm as could be as he exited the doors. Nicolas stood unwavering with his hands crossed. Dante glanced up and stood with anticipation as Adonis tilted his head waiting. Sarris looking through the double door with Cal pushed it open enough just as eager to know. Nicolas eyes pierced the doctor before him. They were long time friends but he was still intimidated by the powerful man."I'm doing all I can with my team. She flat lined but we got her back for now. We're still working on her. She's in bad shape Nicolas. But I'm doing all I can." * A silence fell between to the two men. The use of the informality showed their close ties. The look in Nicolas's eyes was speaking words to the doctor without verbal confirmation. What they read only the doctor would know. He made no physical reaction to acknowledge it other than briskly heading back into the room. The Cassadine sons remained hush in their places for the aura their father emulated was not one they wished to test. The man's demeanor spoke volumes that words could never compare. Dante retook his seat having the nervousness grow with each passing moment. Sarris exhaled sharply letting the door go and rested his back against the nearby wall as Cal mimicked.* Within the operating room a life hung loosely on the strings of doom. The integrity of the string thinned out becoming easier and easier for those wicked sisters to snip. The process seemed slow and torturing as if they were giving her hope. As if they were giving her a mocking chance to climb out of the abyss she sunk into. Or maybe it was Death himself that gave them the orders to toy with her a little longer. Death liked to give that little glimmer of prospect. A piece of light to hold onto just so he could smite it away. Olivia's subconsciousness was world's part from her body. Lost in a limbo of unknown tales. She wasn't a quitter, no she was a fighter by nature. Yet the fight this time was probably the most hardest tribulation she had to endure. It did nothing but test her; test her strength. Test her will. It chipped away at everything she was and wasn't. Lost in her misty world Olivia found herself in a place familiar to her from a time long ago. --------------------------------------------- * Home. Not the home she grew in. Neither was it the home she was taken to be a part of a new family. No this abode was the cold gritty streets she was thrown onto as a child. Olivia's eyes shifted about the misty atmosphere. It was all supposed to be like a dream but to her it was more than real. She could feel the cold caress her skin causing her to wrap her arms around herself to maintain some kind of warmth. On either side of her walls showed themselves from the clearing fog showing her for certain she was in a dingy alleyway. As she moved to walk forward the sniffles of a child caught her ears. Olivia perked up, turning around to see who was there. She said nothing at first trying to see through the fog that hadn't cleared there yet. The sniffles began to couple with small whimpers as Olivia took cautionary steps while the mist shooed itself away."Hello?"* The child she could not see didn't answer. Again the whimpers sounded and Olivia called out once more. Soon the visage of a small girl was visible just ahead of her. The girls back was turned towards her. All she could make out was the little girl was cold, her clothes a bit dirty and her red locks were shabby."Hey, are you okay? Where are your parents?"* She asked but the girl didn't answer. Instead she trembled and her whimpers started to grow into sobs. It felt all too real. All too intimate for her. Olivia attempted to speak again quickening her pace but the little girl only seemed to expand further away which each step."Hey, look it's ok. Don't cry. Come let me-""They-they just discarded me. Like I was nothing. Like I was worthless. I was their flesh and blood... Ho-how could they just do that?!" * The little girl finally spoke but it didn't really appear that she was talking to Olivia but more out loud to herself. The older red head felt a sharp pain in her chest. A burning sensation resonated through her being dropping her to her knees instantly. Both hands pressed against the floor keeping her from fully collapsing. Sharp breathes exited her lungs but she couldn't understand what was going on. Why was she feeling this way? The little girl yelped and her sobs grew causing Olivia to snap her head up. The frame of an older man stood over the cowering young girl with a sickening grin. The frightened girl found herself barely able to inch back on the ground - it was then Olivia saw her face. That little girl was her. Cerulean blues widened and all the pain in the world didn't matter as she pushed herself to her feet, trying to run towards them. "Get away from her!"* Angrily she shouted as she neared only to crash into an invisible barrier a few feet away, bouncing back onto the floor. Fear coursed through her veins as she was reduced to nothing but a witness. Olivia pushed herself up with haste and banged on the barrier with the hope of breaking whatever was stopping her."Get away from her! Run! Just run!"* She punched and kicked at it. She even tried throwing a trash can but nothing worked. The man continued to close in on the younger her as she quivered crawling backwards stuck hitting the wall on the side of a dumpster. The girl could barely scream for help. Olivia's eyes began to sting with tears as she continued to frantically bang on the one thing keeping her apart from doing anything. Helpless. She felt so helpless. All she could do was continue to shout."No! Run! Please just run! Stop! I said get the fuck away from her! Leave her alone!"* Punishment. It had to be. Why did she have to see this again? Why did she have to witness it? Why couldn't she be allowed to stop what was in front of her? Weakness. She was too weak to do anything then and now. This was a reminder of that factor. As much as she yelled and banged they seemed to not hear her. The girl was hidden behind the dumpster but the man was still visible. He lashed out grabbing the girl by her hair making her yelp and beg. Olivia panicked. Tears streamed down her face as the man unzipped himself turning his head and grinned in her direction. Eyes shot wide for she knew what was to come. She thought she suppressed this moment but here it was. She couldn't allow it again. Though it happened years ago, it was just a past memory, it didn't feel as so. She remembered that grin to last her a lifetime. She remembered the... taste. A fury of words spilled out of her.
"You son of a bitch! She's just a fucking child! Don't fucking touch her! You hear me?! I'll fucking kill you I swear I'll fucking kill you! Don-Don't to-touch her... please."* She started out so strong but she began to breakdown. Her voice continued to crack as it grew quieter near the end, dying out in a helpless, hopeless whisper. Her hands fell limp against the barrier. Her body slid down till she was sitting on the floor. Streams of salty liquid falling down her cheeks. Sorrow. Despair. Vulnerability. Olivia felt it all crashing down on her. The weight of a thousand suns burying her. Fist balled tightly almost drawing blood as she weeped. Her chested tightened more, twisting in pain but she was numb to it compared to what she was forced into replaying. The barrier dispersed letting her body collapse forward, she couldn't even lift her head up. She didn't want to. Then there was a voice. A voice she longed to hear. A voice she thought was lost. "Why are you crying?"~It-it couldn't be, could it?~* Frozen. The voice gave her great pause. The length of time that passed from the last time she heard that tone she just couldn't believe it was him. What if she looked up and it was? Then what? What was next? Take a leap. Steadily her tear stained face rose to meet the eyes of her brother that was crouched before her. Her blood brother Jasper. He smiled at her reaching a hand to her face pushing some the wetness away."Little queens in training don't weep.""J-Jasper?" * Though her vision was blurry from the tears she knew it was him. Diving into his arms he fell back on his butt with a 'oof' and held his little sister tightly. Olivia squeezed him needing to make sure he was there. To her this was real. This was reality.. kinda. She lacked the capacity to tell the difference anymore."He-hey gotta let me breathe now.""I-I missed you. Yo- you disappeared. You left me. They threw me out. I-""Ssshh, it's ok I'm here now.. I'm sorry about vanishing on you I didn't mean to. But what's important is to look at this mess you've gotten yourself into little miss Queen.. A queen should be more careful.""I-I'm not a queen.""You don't really believe that. You mean you're not a princess, but you're always a queen.. You may not have your perfect crown or throne nor even a kingdom of your own but that's why I'm here."* As Olivia leaned off of him he aided her to kneel on her own as he stood up and looked down at her with warm eyes. His hand outstretched for her as he spoke."I'm here to give you, grant you what is rightfully yours. What you deserve Ollie..""What do you mean Jasper?""The crown, the throne, the kingdom. Everything.. I need you Ollie to help me rule it.. In truth you will rule and I will stay by your side.""Jasper..I-I don't understand.""Come with me.. Haven't you ever wanted a place far away from everything? A place where the dirtiness of the world just couldn't touch you? Where you could just relax and be you...Be free. A castle in the clouds?"* A castle in the clouds. Yes yes she wanted that. She desired such a place of freedom. A place where the sky seemed to gently kiss the earth. A place away from it all. It was what she offered Juelz not too long ago; for them both. But he called it a pipe dream. He deemed it stupid. Jasper's words sounded divine. Deliverance. Jasper's proposal dripped with temptation. She wanted him back in her life. She didn't want to be this crownless, throneless queen she had been. She was better than that right? Being a Cassadine was hard work made more challenging when you didn't quite belong. When you were considered the tainted one. That kingdom appeared to be further in the distance than it needed to.
"Ollie, come with me. What is left here for you? They're just holding you back aren't they? Do you really think anyone of them wants you to succeed? No one wants to see anyone's success over theirs when they're building their own empire.. So screw them Ollie. Screw him."
"Him? Who are you talking about?"
"Malik, Juelz whatever he wishes to call himself."
"Malik? He-he's my friend."
"Is he really Olivia?"
"Why are you questioning it? He was-"
"Was he really there for you Olivia? That's what you were going to say right? That he's been there? Where was he when you vanished Ollie? What was he doing the entire time you were gone? Did he look hard enough for you? Did any of them? Or did they all just leave the Queen to rot? You never abandon your Queen in a game of chess Ollie. She - you are the most important piece.. Not the King the Queen... Where is he right now Ollie? Nowhere again, probably off with some girl when he should be by your side right now, but he's not. He's not coming, deep down you know it. Will you let him or any of them suppress your dreams? Deem them as nothing? Take a stand with me Olivia. You're tired Ollie I know you are. Come with me and rest. Forget about everything. Take my hand. You don't need to do this anymore. The pain it'll go away."
* Jasper's words resonated through her. They sounded so much like him yet all the same not. But his words were chosen so carefully. They poked and prodded at her every thought. They made her question more than she should. They threatened everything she thought she knew or believed. She may have managed to hang on for this long but was she just pushing her luck? Was it worth it? Eyes shifted between his hand and him as she contemplated her choice. The air was dead. There was no sound. There was just purely nothing. He was right she was tired. She winced at the tightness she felt in her chest once again. Jasper held his warm and caring look as he stretched his hand a bit more towards her. How could she refuse? What could make her refuse? So she took his hand. He smiled aiding her to her feet again.
"Let's go home ok?"* For a moment so faintly she swore she heard a boy and a girl laughing. The words 'pinned ya' being giggled out from behind her - fading away. Olivia went to turn but was stopped by Jasper who wrapped an arm around her to lead her the opposite way."Did you hear-" "You're tired and hearing things. Come. Time to rest now."--------------------------------------------- * In the waiting area Nicholas Cassadine remained where he was unmoving. With his arms crossed over his chest one thing was visible dangling from his grasp - Olivia's prized phoenix necklace. The one piece of jewelry that meant the most to her. The one she never took off. It was a safe bet that anyone coming into the situation now would assume the possibility of her death since he had it. However they wouldn't be far off for inside the surgical room the usually feisty firecracker coded possibly for the last time. The same doctor from before came out standing silently before the imposing man. No words were exchanged just stone stares. Life was fragile.
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'Sometimes you can't choose what stays and what fades away.'
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Dec 10, 2015 14:13:49 GMT -5
"Fuckin'..."
Flaxen eyes remained fixed on the 45'' flat screen television. Upon a shelf apart of the granite television stand occupied an old and fully functional Nintendo-64—red light faintly glowing to show the almost two decade old system was on and in use. The soul playing on the entertainment system would be none other than Juelz Santana. The game he was playing? The renowned and beloved party game, Mario Kart 64! He held the ionic control tightly by the trademarked prongs—one paw wrapped around the middle while the other wrapped around the one furthest to the right. His thumbs moved with extreme precision as he nailed every single drift and utilized the Green-Shell in ways normal players could not. Yet he was still struggling, his Time-Attack Doppelganger proving to be a formidable rival time and time again.
"I still don't understand why you play this game as much as you do, Sugar? One would imagine you'd be all over the new PlayStation 4 or Xbox-One."
A southern voice hummed from the depths of the glossy porcelain kitchen. A 「 female 」 prepped a hot meal while watching him repeat the race with the doppelganger time and time again—each time he did so she'd giggle, his annoyance tickling her more and more each attempt he made. She was preparing her famous "Memphis no Jutsu: Chicken & Waffles". The fried chicken smelt divine, seasoned and fried to perfection. The Waffles smelt the very same, the hint of cinnamon infusing with the aroma of fried chicken made for a mind numbing scent of deliciousness. Though Juelz, caught up in the race, paid no mind to the southern beauty cooking for him, or the smell of the foods.
"Fuck off!"
He retorted as the doppelganger got the best of him once again, the grey three-pronged control above his head in a fit of rage. The chef giggled with plate in hand, swaying hips and long red locks carried her over to the famished teenager. Without even as much as a notice, she stepped in front of the television and powered it off with the remote controller. Such a brazen act caused Juelz' brows to furrow a bit as the hot plate of goodness graced his lap, utensils and all.
"Eat. You can continue your little losing streak when you're finished."
She sassed while heading back into the kitchen to retrieve the beverage that went with the meal fitting for a king. While she was gone, he dug in—destroying the chicken first before moving onto the waffles. When she returned with a tall glass of purple kool-aid, she reeled back in shock at the metaphorical dent he already put in the plate.
"Slow done, Sugar. It ain't going anywhere...
Words more like a plea rather than a suggestion. She placed the glass into the cup-holder of the chair and sat directly beside him with a fond grin, despite, y'know, being slightly grossed out at horrible eating habits. Once the waffles shared the same fate as the fired poultry, Juelz downed the purple-drink with a total of three gulps—The Southern Bell by his side giggling as she gathered up the dishes and returned them back to the kitchen. He now had a full stomach, he rubbed his washboard'd stomach before placing his attention on the vibrating iPhone on the table to the right of the leather chair he sat upon. Reaching for the smartphone, he'd glance at the number and soon realize he recognized it. With furrowed brows, Juelz contemplated if he should answer this call, his finger over the screen to either dismiss or accept the it. The female returned and made his decision that much more difficult as she straddled him and began doing what she did best. However, despite the attention she was giving him, his eyes remained leveled on the screen. At a time like this, whatever it was. She could wait... Right? He had full intentions of letting the call go straight to voicemail, but he accidentally answered from all the stimulation he was receiving—courtesy of the red-head.
"Who's that, Sugar...?"
She asked, tone a perfect blend between concern and passion from the stimulation. Instinctively, Juelz stood up with the female still latched on to him before somewhat throwing her into the chair with a simple push. He strolled over to the coat rack, put on a jacket, slipped on a pair of Nike Freeruns, and departed from the house.
"Don't leave. It's dangerous."
The girl, in the background, could see a few men in black motif swarming the exterior of the house and waiting for Juelz to full depart. Trusting her suitor, she brought her legs to her chest and simply nodded with a concerned look.
"Hey, I'll be back shortly. Just don't leave."
He assured the girl in his own little way before closing up and locking behind himself as he left. The men outside already prepped his car of choice. Juelz entered the whip, revved the engine, and peeled off like a bat out of hell. Where was he going? Hell, even he didn't know. But it was time to search this entire fucking city... Someone would find her and hopefully before it was too late. About an hour or so searching, gaining information, and interrogation, Juelz was granted the only lead he'd ever need—ironically enough by the friend of his "enemies". He glanced at the text and felt what remained of his heart sink deeper into his chest. Olivia was in the hospital? What in the hell did she get herself into now?
"On my location. The rest of you, keep looking for answers. The fuckers behind this are dead..."
A few minutes later he arrived at the location with four of his most trusted Elites. They sported black suits and the like while he himself looked as if he was just going out to retrieve milk from the store after a long day of playing video games indoors. They hustled in formation, each body providing vision and covering an area as Juelz lead the trek with long strides. The hallway leading to where Olivia was held, he pushed apart the double doors with great force, the doors banging up against the walls in the process. There, he saw them, Olivia's people, her family. Bad blood still remained between the two parties, but truth be told, he almost completely ignored them as he walked up to the lead operator and spoke, with a demand of sorts.
"Let me in. I don't care what you're doing or her condition. I just need to see her."
- t a g s 」 - Olivia - n o t e s 」 - n/a. - wc 」- 1O99
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