❀ When Heaven and Hell Collide ☠ (Roleplay)

[Lyra Meiko]

"Hmmm?" Ayla had heard a voice behind her, and turned her head so she could look at the person who seemed to be requesting her attention. It was one of the Luna girls. Ayla had not noticed before, but the girl behind her was very pretty. She could see that the girl was eying the french toast, this made a wide smile creep onto Ayla's face.

"Well, I'm not going to hold you down and force you to eat it, but if you would like some it's open to anyone in the house! So feel free to take some!" Ayla said happily, moving out of the way and gesturing to the plates. ​

 

[Tooru]

Ruth found the whole ordeal so very embarrassing.She awkwardly ,on quick foot walked into the kitchen to grab a plate for herself.She looked down with a hint of a blush on her fair white cheeks ;avoiding eye contact with Ayla at all cost.now that she acquired free food-it was time to flee.Quick, before anyone else witnesses this embarrassing situation.

Ruth made her way out of the kitchen even faster form how she got in.She didnt want to encounter ANYone in her way as she headed back to her room.

 

[Wryneck]

Fay looked at Freya a bit curiously. She seemed to have mumbled something to herself, but it was so faint that he wasn't able to quite make it out. The least he could gather was that she said something about females. He wouldn't think anything else of it though. Making assumptions without all the information is something that Fay knew better than to do.

While he was sitting next to her, he saw a familiar face approach the living room. It was one of the Luna girls from earlier. He watched the exchange between Ayla and Ruth and smiled a bit too himself. 'Still getting used to it, huh? It's progress though. He was happy to see the first positive interaction between a Luna and Astra, aside from the one between Hunter and Harriet.

When she was all gone, Fay returned his attention to the girl next to him. The aroma of french toast was now filling the air. "Are you hungry?" he asked, while at the same time standing up. "I'm not sure of her cooking skills, but if the wonderful smell would speak for them..." A chuckle escaped his possession at his comment. Once he was standing, he held a hand out for Freya in an attempt to help her stand.

 

[Kaz]

Only taking a few seconds to stash the stolen stuffed animal in his own room-- simply by throwing it onto his bed-- Simon left to the living room. He paused at the bottom of the stairs to take note of where everyone was. There were two sitting at the couch-- The Astra boy that had offered him potential poison and the Luna child. The rest seemed to be in the kitchen. Walking to the kitchen, he paused once more at the doorway. They seemed to be busy cooking something for breakfast. It smelled strange. Naturally, he wouldn't be having any, either way... He could handle cooking his own food just fine.

There was an Astra girl doing most of the cooking and a Luna girl that was shamelessly begging for food with her eyes. A sad sight.
There was also another boy and a pink-haired girl that seemed less busy than the others.
Nodding some to himself, he decided to approach them for his query.
"Why do we not have locks on our doors."
He spoke in the manner of a statement, despite it obviously being a question.
"Are we so much less than you that we do not deserve privacy in our own domain?"​

 

[Nay'ar]

He asked her if she was hungry... was she? Not really, she was used to skipping meals on a daily basis and learned that it was better for her to eat only when her stomach agreed, and more than that... it was cooked by those filthy women... not that she could cook though. Looking back it was actually a miracle she was able to survive 6 months after her brother's death. "No, thank you. I'm used to skip meals" she answered getting up on her own. She took her guitar and book and stepped toward the kitchen: a glass of water would have sufficed for now.

In the kitchen she saw the white haired guy (pretty tall indeed) that was facing the others but she didn't hear him speak, so she didn't know the reason everyone seemed so tense. She reached the piece of furniture in which she thought she could find a glass and streatched out on her feet tips, still not reaching it. 'How much do I hate this small body of mine? Probably as much as I hate to ask for help...' she stopped struggling and looked at Fay, hoping he would notice her silent request.

 

[Mabo]

Hunter was suddenly relieved with the fact that they all agreed on french toast--something he was good at making. Cooking had always come naturally to Hunter, so he never had a problem with making his own meals when no one else was home (which was a lot). As the small group of teenagers began bustling about the kitchen, he grabbed some the milk and eggs for the batter. After they were mixed in a bowl, he sort of let the rest take over in dipping the bread in as he searched for something else--powdered sugar. It was most definitely the best on french toast, along with Nutella and strawberries.

With the new found powdered sugar and strawberries out on a cutting board, Hunter motioned for Harriet to come to the other side of the bar facing the inside of the kitchen.

"It's pretty obvious, but what we're going to do is cut the stem-y leaf part of, and then cut the whole berry in half," Hunter explained, using the knife slowly to cut the strawberry so Harriet could see. He demonstrated a few more times more quickly, showing that it was an easy task.
"Now you try."

He handed the knife to Harriet as he sat down on one of the bar stools, getting ready to watch her prepare the fruit. Hunter watched with big eyes and a smile, slouched against the counter in his cute and boyish fashion.

"Why do we not have locks on our doors."
Hunter looked up through his dark chocolatey bangs to the mystery voice, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Are we so much less than you that we do not deserve privacy in our own domain?"

The young boy tilted his head up to see a teen, the one from before with silver hair and pale hazel eyes. He flushed with embarrassment, knowing he was the one who had sent him daggers.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know... I haven't even seen the rooms yet." Hunter said, attempting to muster up as much courage as possible. He knew why the Luna teens probably didn't have locks on their doors, but it still seemed unfair.

"Would you like me to, um, install one for you? If you're really worried about it I can buy at least a latch lock or a chain. Or you could have my door...?"

The last comment came out more as a question, but Hunter was being completely serious. He didn't really need a lock on his, but taking the doors off their hinges was a relatively easy process he had learned.​

 

[Wryneck]

The smell of french toast was beginning to thoroughly fill the air. He couldn't help but feel a bit hungry. His hand was left out as an offer to help the sitting female stand up, but it was a rejected notion. He frowned a bit at the refusal, though she was able to decline it gently. He was more surprised that she wasn't hungry. Had they eaten before their arrival? He couldn't know. He was late, after all.

He stood back up and retracted his hand once she stood. Upon doing so, he noticed Simon out of the corner of his eye. His attention turned towards the kitchen where the other words, and without another word, he made his way over, just as the younger female had. He smiled upon entering, happy to see Hunter and Harriet getting along so well, but surprised when there seemed to be a sense of tenseness in the air.

He simply ignored it at first, and looked over to Freya, who was trying to reach something from the cupboard. They made eye contact without saying anything, and Fay thought he understood. He made sure to avoid any "demeaning" facial expressions as he walked over to her. He didn't want her to get the idea that he was looking down upon her for being so short. Once he reached her, he opened the cupboard and, knowing that she said she didn't want anything to eat, pulled out a cup, which was the logical thing to think she wanted. He placed it down on the counter and then went over towards the others, giving her the opportunity to act as though she went without his assistance.

"Did something happen?" he asked as he approached Hunter, Harriet, and Simon. They seemed to be at a standstill in whatever it was they may have been discussing, so Fay simply interluded to get things moving again. "Hunter. Harriet. How is the food coming along? It smells delicious! Is it safe to assume that it's almost done?" He was smiling happily at the thought of their first meal together, though he knew better than to expect it to go so smoothly. This was the only the first day.

 

[Kaz]

Simon's frown furthered as he shot a glare towards Fay.
"We're discussing something, Blondie, I suggest you back off."
He growled, offended at Fay's attempt to change the topic. He saw they were talking, why would he think it okay to just butt in?

"As amusing that it is that you'd jump to such an option, I don't want your door, Child. All of us are going to have proper locks installed, less there be a fuss. The locks don't really do much, seeing as I got into your room simply enough, but it's a nice thing to have, don't you think?"​

 

[Mabo]

Hunter was startled at the sudden venomous spat towards Fay from the silver haired one, and he immediately knew what kind of a person this mystery boy was. He was socially impaired.
"Wait, my room...?" Hunter asked, more to himself than anyone else. He shrugged it off, knowing he didn't really have anything to hide, but he still had an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll go look at the doors for measurements then," Hunter said, scooting off his chair slowly, keeping an eye on Harriet. He didn't want to just leave her, but maybe this could be her chance to get familiar with the other teens like he was pushing himself to do.

"Oh and Fay, the french toast should be ready. Harriet here is doing the strawberries, so those mixed with powdered sugar and Nutella should be really good. I'll be right back," Hunter said with a smile, and made his way to the rooms upstairs. He had to say, getting familiar with people was actually pretty fun.​

 

[Nay'ar]

"You're Simon, right? Did you find something interesting in my room?" she asked walking next to him, to take some water from the fridge. If she had read the man properly, he valued domains and properties and she could somewhat negotiate with him "I'd take it you're exploring... do you think you'll do it on a some-time-basis? Daily? Monthly? Because, you know..." she said before switching to a colder tone "You were free to roam around, I left my door open for the purpose but..." she added planting Simon's pocket knife on the wooden cutting board in a single fluid motion "You'll have to respect domains AND properties." She stared at him with her red eye before taking a sip of water.

 

[Kaz]

Simon followed the smaller girl with his eyes as she passed by, knowing exactly what she'd done. He was no fool when it came to someone invading his own persona space. He allowed the petite one to speak her piece, only stepping over to the cutting board as she finished and laid down his possession.

"Your room held no interest to me, little cursed one."
He spoke lightly, taking the handle of his pocket knife into hand, easily withdrawing it from the board, and pointing the blade over the hair covering Freya's discolored eye. He moved at an easy pace, not looking to cause alarm, simply to make his point.
"It would be in your best interest, however, to not try so hard to make an enemy of me..."​

 

[Mabo]

Hunter walked down the hall, examining each name plate until he found his own. He went to turn the knob, but it was locked.
"Did that guy seriously lock the door after he left?"
Hunter asked himself while quietly taking a key the mayor had given to him previously.

After unlocking the door, his eyes darted straight to the bed. There were crease marks on the sheets. That boy had done something over there. Quietly shrugging it off, Hunter bent down by his suitcase to get a duffel bag, which he had then brought to the bed. The maids must have escorted their baggage to each persons' room, which was not unusual to do at hotels and resorts in Astra. Rummaging through his bag, Hunter came across his thick rimmed glasses and a tape measure, and pulled these two items out.

After walking back in to the hallway, Hunter scanned the name plates, trying to figure out which room was that of the boy downstairs. It had to be Simon, he thought, because it just made sense. He quietly knocked and opened the door at the same time, making sure that this was in fact not someone else's room. No one was there, so he began taking his measurements on the door. Well, until something caught his eye.

"My teddy bear?" Hunter questioned, immediately smug about the fact that it lay perfectly still on Simon's bed.
Of all the things he could of chosen, he picked the teddy bear? It seemed to be funny enough for Hunter to make him start laughing, and enough so for him to drop the tape measure on the ground, causing a loud thud. Hunter continued laughing though, making his way over to the teddy bear with a smile.

"And what made you so special?"​

 

[Freakazoid Studios]

Harriet realized that she must have made Hunter uncomfortable so she followed him quietly into the kitchen and decided to keep physical contact to a minimum. She smiled slightly when Hunter, Ayla and Fay agreed to make French toast and she started when Hunter beckoned her over and showed her how to prep the strawberries.

He offered her a knife and settled in to watch. She took the blade with shaky hands and cut the leaves off a strawberry. Harriet got more into it as she settled down and even allowed herself a smile that faded as quickly as it came when Simon appeared. He approached Hunter and as he got closer her hands shook violently but she continued to slice the berries.

She could hear the mocking in his voice and damn near dropped the knife when Hunter absconded and Simon and Freya started to have a row. Her eyes pinched with panicked tears and waved her hands about.

"Can we please not threaten each other and just get along?! Ouch!" She felt something sharp run across the palm of her hand and Harriet dropped the blade, stiff as a board and mouth frozen into a perfect O. Her watering eyes travelled slowly down to the palm of her hand and the sight of blood bubbling up from a gash made her gag.

Her other hand flew over her mouth as she tried to move away from her own hand, head shaking frantically, trying her hardest not to break down and sob. Or scream. She had sworn to herself that she would never EVER look at blood again, let alone draw it. Her eyes clouded as her mind slipped back into that dark place from four years ago and she took off, tripping all the way up the stairs.​

 

[Lyra Meiko]

After giving the hungry Luna girl her french toast, Ayla went back to preparing the rest. She was so happy to be able to cook for everyone. An almost creepily happy smile formed across as she thought of the idea of everyone enjoying the meal together.

Now, Ayla got easily lost in her thoughts, she was known for this. The thought mentioned above happened to be one of the thoughts she would get lost into probably a lot while here. In school she would always get scolded for day dreaming but Ayla loved day dreaming! Ayla loved to create little worlds in her head that she could escape into. This day dreaming was not dangerous, she could multi-task. She would be able to go on cooking without starting a fire or something of the sort. So, right now she was getting lost into the idea of how happy the house could be. She really wanted everyone to get along and be friends. Ironically, this kept her from paying any attention to the slightly passive bickering going on behind her.

This was until Ayla was ripped out of it by the sound of pain. Being an older sister, Ayla had very strong maternal instincts. Even if one of her friends just got a paper cut, Ayla would treat it like their leg had been ripped off.

So, she quickly turned her head to see where the noise came from, looking very serious. This was probably the first moment that any of the children in the house had not seen her with a smile plastered across her face. The remark of pain came from the pink haired girl, Harriet. Ayla saw that she was very upset, so Ayla quickly tried to grab her wrist, but the girl had run away before she could. This left Ayla feeling kind of blank. Her motherly instincts had turned on but the one she wanted to tend to had gone. So, she was just sort of left standing there reaching out with a not so happy expression on her face. ​

 

[Wryneck]

Fay nodded at Hunter and quickly went to work helping Harriet with the fruit. It was quick work for him, as he was used to making such meals at the café all the time. Things were going along quite smoothly, and he was glad that everything seemed to be calming down. That was, until the two behind him started talking to each other.

Their tones didn't seem to be very friendly. From what he could make out, someone had gone into the other's room. After a moment more, he heard something hit the cutting board. This caused him to instinctively turn around. What he ended up seeing was Simon pointing a pocket knife towards Freya. He sighed, wondering if the mayor had forgotten to mention that weapons were prohibited.

"Now, now... Let's all calm down and get along. I'm unaware of whether or not the mayor informed you, but weapons are prohibited. If you'd like locks on your doors as well, I'd be happy to send a request to the mayor. We are all here to live as equals, and that's how it shall stay." His voice was calm, but his face held a seriousness that couldn't be faked. "Freya, I'm sure-" he started, but Harriet had interrupted him with a startling yell.

He looked at her, a bit surprised. It was only a moment later that he noticed the cut on her hand, but she ran off before he could offer any assistance. Ayla seemed to be trying the same thing. He walked over to her and patted her shoulder. "She'll be alright. Hunter is-" He was cut off again as a loud thud could be heard from upstairs. "Hunter?!" His voice was filled with worry as he rushed to the stairs.

 

[Nay'ar]

Freya shivered flinching back to avoid her eye to be exposed. He knew. How... was he able to guess... something like that? She wasn't much afraid of his knife: what she feared was her secret to be exposed. Freya didn't know if Astra had traditions such as Luna's... the curse of different colored eyes... it was a sign of misfortune and tragedy.

Fay butted in, maybe fearing for some blood to be spread, but it was so clear that Simon wasn't going to hurt her. The girl listened to him explain that weapons weren't allowed and then looked at the cutlery as he addressed her 'How does he know my name? How does unknown people know so much about me?' but he couldn't end his sentence because it seemed like an Astra bitch managed to cut herself with a cooking knife (and that wasn't a weapon) gathering everyone's attention on herself. Everyone except her's and Simon's. Thanks to that she was able to ask him "How?" in a whisper, without the others to hear.

 

[Kaz]

Simon again narrowed his eyes towards Fay as he, again, interrupted. Why did he keep doing that? Perhaps Simon would just have to come to terms that these Astra people were rude like that. The blonde was distracted by a scream as the pink-haired woman from before somehow managed to cut herself with the kitchen knife. How can one be so clumsy? These Astra people were just a new level of pathetic. This thought was only reinforced as Harriet panicked and fled. It was obvious that she had some sort of trauma regarding blood, but Simon saw that as no excuse for her behavior. It was weak.

His eyes refocused on Freya as the other people in the kitchen were distracted from his own knife. As she questioned his knowledge, he flipped the pocket knife closed, then slipping it back into his pocket.
"Hiding something you fear makes it no less obvious with the way you move and hold yourself. You behave around strangers in the manner of a person with a secret. Knowing that, it is not difficult to fill in the blanks..."​

 

[Mabo]

The sudden thumping of feet on the stairs caused Hunter to jump, realizing what he had come in here for in the first place. He suddenly became panicked, wondering if him coming in here was an invasion of privacy and if Simon would verbally assault him. He quickly picked up the tape measure he had previously dropped and tucked it in his arm with his teddy bear. Ambling out the door, he spotted Harriet, who he smiled at out of habit now. Wait, something was wrong. She seemed...distressed.

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Do you need anythi-" Hunter suddenly stopped at the sight of blood on the floor, trailing from the staircase right to Harriet.
He looked at her right in the eyes, and saw the shock passing through her irises.
Walking over to her steadily, he smiled, outreaching his arm to her wrist.

"C'mon, lets get you cleaned up okay? All right," He cooed, coiling a warm hand around the wrist of the hand the wound was on. He pulled Harriet in to a hug, while he guided them to the bathroom slowly.

As they reached the bathroom, the smell of bleach filled his nose. He brought Harriet to the toilet and motioned for her to sit down, while he crouched below the sink to get the first aid kit. White gauze and hydrogen peroxide were brought to the sink side, and Hunter dabbed the opening to the disinfectant bottle with a cotton ball.

"Okay, lets rinse this blood off first. Then we can disinfect it," Hunter said, dampening a washcloth at the sink with warm water. He rubbed the area around the wound with the cloth, making sure to get in between her fingers gently.

"See? It's not so bad. Once we get it all bandaged up, it'll be good as new." Hunter cooed, rinsing the washcloth of the blood and wringing it out again in to the sink.​

 

[Lyra Meiko]

Ayla was left, unsure about how to feel. She was not going to run upstairs after the bleeding girl, even though her heart was telling her too. So, she decided to take the knife that Harriet left and start slicing the strawberries where she left off.

She sliced one, and then another, and then so forth. When the knife hit each fruit, it went through quickly. However, she was going very slowly transitioning from berry to berry. She was thinking. Normally Ayla could work quickly and efficiently while lost in her slew of daydreams, but right now her thoughts were occupied and her senses were heightened. She could not focus on her task.

With each slice, the blade came very close to her finger, but did not hit or slice it. If she was not careful, she could slice or hurt herself as well, but that was not likely to happen. Ayla was pretty used to routine behaviors. She liked things routine. She liked order and peacefulness. Even if the world was not peaceful, Ayla could ignore it so that it would be. She was having a difficult time zoning out the world right now. ​

 

[Nay'ar]

Freya took in Simon's words pretty well. It was easy to guess there was something going on with her eye... but to actually being called 'cursed'... "It seems I'll never be free..." she started with sort of a tired giggling voice covering her stinging eye with a hand. "N-nevermind" she said in a whisper "just: my room is mine." she added before taking her guitar and proceeding upstairs. It had been a pretty bad idea to venture outside it. 'I'll just interact the least possible' she thought as she stepped forward; the girl walked past Fay, and went directly to her room. Hearing but ignoring the pink-haired thing's squirms and the other Astra guy's voice. She just had to do what the paper said... and she could more or less do anything that day. Freya closed the door and put down her guitar caressing its strings "Don't worry... as soon as possible I'l get you some new strings... I know you're feeling tired." she said to it.

The girl looked around her and realized she forgot her book downstairs. 'Nevermind... someone will bring it up to me or I'll just retrieve it at dinner.' she thought lying on the bed. She fell asleep like that: not even covered and with her shoes still on; the door, though, wasn't completely closed... a pretty bad slip up from her.