[center][h3][color=purple]Samael Krios[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Demeter’s Party Cabin
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Mr Macho [@Altered Tundra] & the Little Miss Naked Twins [@GoddessSophia][/center][hr][hr]
 
Sammy hid a smile at Jay’s offer for the ‘’big, strong males’’ to take all of the bags inside. Although the task was definitely made easier with Skye taking his biggest bag in, there was still quite a bit there.

Most of it still Skye’s.

Hoisting one of the bigger ones on his shoulder, Sammy let out a laugh as the girl’s began their bet.
[color=purple]“Now there’s a wager I’d love to take part in – however, I’d rather see one of you two skinny-dipping than doing it myself.”[/color] He said through his laughter, only glancing behind him as a quiet stream of swear-words met his ears, and Jay began tugging on his shirt. Turning to look at him, Sammy chuckled again, shaking his head slightly.

[color=purple]“Damn Jay – your Daddy never tell you to lift with your knees?”[/color] He said in a quiet, yet joking tone, in order to keep it quiet. He had to give the kid his dues – there was nothing worse than being emasculated in front of your girlfriend, and he hid it pretty well. However, after seeing the pain in Jay’s face, Sammy stopped the jokes for a second. Time to help a bro out.

[color=purple]“Hey ladies! Speaking of bets, I bet you I can carry two of Skye’s bags into the cabin – while carrying Jay here. Place your bets now, because I want this party starting real soon.”[/color] He said with a jovial grin to Clarissa and Amelia – and then looking back at Jay with a wink.

[color=purple]“So, I can carry you fireman style, or piggy-back style. Your choice, my friend.”[/color] He said in a low tone, still grinning. He figured this was the least embarrassing way for Jay to be aided into the house.

Hopefully Sammy himself wouldn’t be embarrassed by collapsing under the weight. He already had a headache from the damn bickering in the car – he did not need a slipped disk on top that.

[color=purple][i]Damn, Sammy. You’re sounding 80-years-old again. Man UP!”[/i][/color]


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[center][h3][color=powderblue]Peter Skojare[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Outskirts of Campus
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Nobody at the moment.[/center][hr][hr]

Peter’s insomnia hadn’t been kind to him recently.

The stress of disappearances and a very brief visit from his Mother last week had just screwed up his sleep schedule royally. He was up all night, obsessing over pointless compositions or equations, simply in an attempt to fall asleep – and to avoid the second present his Mother had left him.

It had been a fairly cryptic visit. She’d popped up right between himself and his TV during a Star Trek marathon, chiding him for not using his spear. His first comment had, naturally, been a snarky one:

[color=powderblue][i]”What am I supposed to be stabbing with it? Imaginary kidnappers? I’m not Sherlock Holmes, I don’t know how to catch these guys.”[/i][/color]

She hadn’t been happy with his answer – instead giving him a scroll with a cryptic message on it, and a brand new charm to his spear. If he didn’t use it at least once a day, it would prod him. Repeatedly.

And by use, one means practice. He’d googled fighting techniques to use with spears, even gone to some of the Professors for help. After a week, he’d gotten the hang of twirling it a couple of times without cutting off his fingers in the process. Also after a week, he was definitely looking worse for wear. Bruises clouded beneath his eyes in his exhaustion, and his arms and body were littered with cuts and nicks from Gungnir. There was a particularly nasty one on his ribcage which ached everytime he breathed.

So, yeah.

Fun times with Mommy.

Deciding to leave the spear practice until later, Peter had thrown on some clean clothes and sunglasses before departing outside. Despite the lowering sun giving off a glare that would piss even Apollo off, the fresh air was somewhat soothing to his frazzled mind. Deciding to avoid the noise of people in general, Peter headed towards the outer rims of the Campus. 

Probably not the wisest idea, what with all the kidnappings and everything; but honestly, he was beyond caring. Maybe if they were nice enough to knock him out, he’d at least get some damn sleep.

Speaking of being knocked out... was he getting woozy? Or was the ground shaking? Leaning against a nearby tree for support, Peter’s eyes widened slightly.

[color=powderblue][i]Did Utah even get Earthquakes?[/i][/color]


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[center][h3][color=Teal]Rozalia Éathliel[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Campus grounds; - then the lake
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Some assholios; then Zeke & Cori [@Obscurus][@Karamonnom][/center][hr][hr]

Roze couldn’t help but burst into laughter as she jogged away from Zeke and Cori. Honestly – how clueless could that boy get? Hopefully Cori could actually drop a hint large enough for him; as if Roze’s obvious set-up and then leaving wasn’t obvious enough.
[color=teal]“Ah... I should start a dating service or something.”[/color] She said to herself through her quiet laughter, jamming her hands into her pockets. The air was much cooler now that the sun was setting. Wet hair didn’t exactly help make her feel all warm n’ cosy either.
The smile upon Roze’s quite smug face froze as she heard leaves rustling behind her. Pausing and turning to peer into the darkness, a different kind of cold crept over her – the chill of fear.

[i][color=Teal]“Nice goin’ Rozie. You just broke the number one rule of any horror movie or Supernatural episode: NEVER. BE. ALONE.”[/color][/i]
Now, despite the lack of ninjas or monsters or whatever jumping out at her, the sudden suspicion that she was being watched occurred to her. Paranoia? Probably. But given the current serial kidnapping situation she was in, it was rather healthy to be paranoid.
Especially near a creepy forest. At night. Alone.

[color=teal]“If there’s someone lurking around here, I’ll kick your butt... then escape...”[/color] Roze called out uncertainly into the dark treeline.  The rustling had stopped – although she doubted that she’d scared off any potential attackers in there with her weak-ass threat. 
[i][color=teal]”Let’s just sprint like hell back to the main campus. Will I look like a crazy person? Eh, probably. I’ll just say that I was [b]super[/b] hungry for some tacos.”[/color][/i]

Mind made up, Roze turned on her heel and ran full pelt back towards the main campus area – only slowing down once she reached the glaring fluorescent lighting of the lampposts.

[color=teal]“Yeah... told ya I’d escape...”[/color] Roze panted, allowing herself another smile, as the rather uncomfortable feeling of being watched disappeared. [color=teal]”Huh. Look at that. I actually want some tacos no-“[/color]

Roze’s thinking-out-loud was cut short as a gloved hand clamped across her mouth, and a rush of negative emotions hit her like a wall. Suddenly she was a kid again, hiding in a basement while she listened to nightmare creatures tear apart her mother, and the earth shook and trembled around her in her terror.

Except whatever these things were, were not monsters. They were making quite human-like grunts of exertion as she fought against their hold, biting and clawing and punching at the thing that was attempting to put a cloth over her mouth. No doubt soaked in chloroform or something. Lifting her legs up and kicking out, she planted her converse firmly into the midriff of the attacker with the knock-out cloth; who then promptly dropped said cloth in pain. Now, Roze could see a curious-looking (And by curious, I mean terrifying) glove upon his or her – or it’s – hand, studded with claw-shaped rubies that seemed to be swimming with the fire of Hell itself; these gloves clenched in anger, and backhanded Roze across the face; the spikes cutting into her skin.

At this blow, Roze’s fear spiked, and the world began to shake. Not just from her struggling – the ground was literally shaking. Car alarms began blaring in the distance, and the street lamps flickered and swayed with the motion of the quake. Her attackers looked around in shock, and using this confusion, Roze slipped from the grasp of the person holding her. Pushing them to the trembling ground, Roze ran from them – her run no longer one of apprehension, but of complete and utter terror. For some strange reason – although thankful for it nonetheless – Roze could run away perfectly fine despite the 5 pointer Earthquake she’d just unleashed upon the Campus.

Before today, she would have ran straight towards the main building where the teacher’s stayed for the most part out of lesson – but how could she now, knowing that their only Headteacher was a two-faced bitch involved in the kidnappings? Instead she ran back the way she had come, towards the lake – and towards her friends.

There’s no way in Hell they’d take on three of them... right?

As she rounded the corner and saw Zeke and Cori sat close together, she tried to call their names – yet all that came out of her mouth was a sob, both of exhaustion and fear. At this point, tears were mingling with the blood from the cuts on her face and streaming down her cheeks; yet they were a small price to pay for freedom.