1x1's ˆ.ˆ discussion

Okay so Oliver and Quiana just found the poem and they're trying to read it and figure out what to do, and the band just got done with their interview, right? I'm pretty sure it was my post.

Your post meaning your turn to post or the other way around? XD

Ummm, I'm pretty sure I wrote a post but I don't know if I ever actually posted it or not... sometimes I write it and then forget o.o Do you remember?

Um ... not really, that's why I was asking :/

((Bleh okay I'll just post))

"Well, what does it say?" Oliver asked, peering over her shoulder at the soiled paper. He scrunched his nose at the blurred ink. "The isle in the cloud awaits those who are proud?" he asked. "Did I read that right? Cause this is making no sense. Are you sure it's not just a poem?" He hated to ask, because he'd seen her face. She was hopeful, and at a time like this, hope was a rare thing. He hated to squash it, but he also didn't want them to get killed looking for some island that doesn't exist. And-

Oliver grabbed Quiana's arm, pulling her against him. "I heard something," he whispered, looking around. Tree branches hung around them, moss falling elegantly from them. this part of the woods was surprisingly beautiful and untouched by death... save the two mangled bodies in front of them. Oliver peered into the darkness, unable to tell if he was just seeing branshes swaying in the breeze and hearing the creak of the forest, or if these were something much more dangerous.


The camera crew left, and minutes later their manager showed up. He didn't knock, he just strolled inside and sat down between them all on the couch. Their living room was in the corner of a large room with the kitchen and dining room all together, and the outer wall was made of windows, which sometimes made Mae feel sick. Their apartment was pretty high up. If someone leaned on the wall and the glass broke they'd definitely die.

"So, kiddos," he said, grinning at them. "Y'all set for your tour? The bus is coming to pick you up in an hour. Your first concert is in Denver so we'll be driving all night to get there."

((Oh shoot I meant to go back and edit that poem bit cause it's weird... I just wrote something random. Sorry lol. Just pretend it makes sense?))

((We can actually make sense out of that -maybe it's just me and my crazy imagination bit that makes more sense than Shakespeare 0.0))

Quiana felt her heart slowly begin to drop lower and lower along with ye hope in her eyes. She had looked away from the noise she'd thought she'd previously heard to look at the poem. That could very well be just a poem. She wanted it to be something more significant and straight forward but she was simply losing faith now - of they were meant to die they would die, but until then all they could do was - she gave a small yip. A sound never before heard or made by Quiana and quickly shut her mouth. She hadn't meant to but in the sudden presence of a noise her fists crinkled the two papers in each hand and she clamped her mouth shut. He silence was practically as bad as when zombies attacked, just as Lou in her ears as the moans were, and the shuffling, and the ... The ... What was that? She furrowed her eyebrows together just slightly, lips pressed together tightly as she listened and watched. Them suddenly, but quietly, she pushed away from Oliver and to her feet, only to manage to pull him up with her. If need be they would bolt out of there faster than a zombie could naturally walk...

"Hell yes I am! And they best not show that video, understand?" He added after swinging around, his enthusiasm momentarily distracted by his popular reputation. The ladies would not come if he was seen as such a wuss. Little did the hot head know that girls would like a man that did they're dishes and chores for them. Not that it truly mattered, it was a one time thing, trust him on this one. "And you guys shouldn't be getting used to it. Never again." He waved a hand dismissavily (sp).
Emmett only rolled his eyes, they wre just lucky that they had everyone in their singing career to make them popular and to book them places correctly - and they didn't hate them. Of course there's always that one person, but everyone assumes its the agent or the manager. Nah, man, they're cool bros. "A's excited obviously, I just wanna make sure I see my baby sister and younger brother before leaving off ... Ya know?" He got to his feet, not liking how squashed it was between him and the others on the couch. "I hope that doesn't mess with the schedule." He added with a shrug, one hand sticking one his pocket.

((Gah. I'm always about to post here and then I have to go do something x.x I'm about to eat dinner. If I haven't posted here within an hour, start spamming the hell out of our topic!))

((Lmao. Yes ma'am!))

((Poop this is gonna be short cause now I gotta go get some driving hours...))

Oliver frowned at Quiana and wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Stay with me," he whispered, determined to keep them both alive. He backed up slowly, until he thought they were far enough away. "Run back to the village," he said, keeping a tight grip on her hand as he started running. Hopefully, if they'd gotten far enough away, the zombies wouldn't hear them and they'd be fine. They could sit down and look at the poem, then decide what to do.

"Nah," he said, waving a hand. "It'll be fine. The concert doesn't start until seven so if we make a stop it won't really matter. Are you all packed? I want to be leaving around five tonight. The bus will be out front. Take care of anything else you need to do, with your rent and bills and stuff."


((Bleh >.<))

((Its fine, I'm like super tired of typing characters all day and it's really taken it out of me to reply ... But I swear itll be tonight ^^))

Quiana didn't hesitate, even with her low self esteem and bashed in thoughts she bolted along side him. Her hand held into his like a lifeline though she dared not look back - if something was back there she didn't want to ever know. Just because Cole was dead didn't mean she had to be, in fact she had to get her dreaming head together! Oliver would never let her out of his sight if she continued to act so desolate. Ahead there was just woods and vines and trees that were fairly difficult to dodge. Finally though she could actually tell it was slowly thinning out. The village had to be just up ahead.

Emmett smiled at their agent, sighing as he looked around the place. "I think we purposely keep this place small so that we won't dread the tour bus." He laughed. It wasn't a complete lie on his part, and Aqueel didn't have to try to be a mess, so he didn't count. Emmett was just happy at the moment, not giddy of course, just happy. Except he hated doing bills - it sucked.

((GAH!!!))

Oliver saw a light in the distance and sighed in relief. He pulled Quiana alongside him and stopped at the fence, lifting her up and then climbing over. Jackson would be furious with them for climbing the fence, but it was better than being eaten by zombies while they waited for him to open the gate. "Are you okay?" he gasped after he landed next to her.

~Later that day~

The four of them were back on the bus, headed for Emmett's hometown. Mae sat in the back, in her usual seat, drawing in her sketchbook. She was feeling a little sullen; no, more like full-blown depressed. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She'd forgotten what day it was. What kind of person does that?

((...what is my other charrie's name?))

((OMFG WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! I THOUGHT YOU DIED! x.x))

Quiana gasped in air, staggering a little on her feet until grabbing onto the fence for support. She glanced to her side past the fence. Nodding a little she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing quietly and laying her forehead against the crook of his neck. "Yeah," she sighed. "Yeah I'm fine --" Quiana pulled back, holding onto his shoulders, searching his face. "Are you?"

((I have no idea ... It started with a D, maybe?))
((Also for these four I was originally going to ask, I think, what you think we should do to spice things up a bit?))

(( o.o

oh. wow.

I AM SO SORRY MA LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dunno. I'm just really busy with school and when I get on here I tend to be somewhat obsessive about it and I end up not doing things... like homework... but now my math grade has gone down the drain and it turns out I don't have a 4.0, which I thought I did. I have a 3.895 >.< So basically, the goal I've had since seventh grade is now impossible so I'm kind of pissed and really sick of school. Like, I just don't care anymore if I have good grades. Plus, is a 3.895 really that bad????!!!

Whew. Sorry. That rant needed to happen sometime...

How are you???))

Oliver wrapped an arm around her waist, smoothing down her hair with her other hand. "Good," he nodded, seeing people running toward them. He stood up, pulling her with him and holding her against his side. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I'm okay," he whispered, slipping his hand into hers and squeezing as Jackson approached, his face red.

((That's what I thought, but I don't quite remember... I guess he gets a new name then!))
((Yea..... I was wondering where we were going with it. Um. They could get some threatening hate mail. Orrr someone could leave the band/die (my charrie whom I can't remember?) They could get attacked while on tour.... I feel like we should do something more epic though...))

((Sorry ... I didn't really think you were dead, but hey I guess you're my love now xD So, my love, I'm so so so so glad to see you posting ^^ Gah! I understand hating school, and yes that is a beautiful grade 4.0 or not! <3 Rant any day, all day :p))

Quiana's face went slack upon seeing Jackson and the others a ways behind him. She kept her hand in Oliver's though, fingers tangled with his. She stood there a moment, stepping toward, "Jackson," Damn he looks mad. It was only a fence jump, we didn't knock it down. She thought rather annoyed. And then she realized ... She had nothing specifically to say to him. Quiana was angry, damn pissed, grieving, and yet her face shook little of anything.

((Sorry, forgot to add this xD I was watching television, distracted. Anyway, yeah I just ... Don't know what to do. I like your ideas, as always, but yeah know - like even if we did kill him off what would we do after that? 0.0))

((Hehe :3 I just call people that a lot. I dunno. It's become a habit. The other day I met a random stranger and called them that and they totally thought I was a weirdo xD))

Oliver drew Quiana behind him slightly, and held up one of his hands. "Jackson," he said calmly. "We're not bitten. You can check us. I know we should have gone through the gate, but we were being chased. You can't really be mad at us. We would've died." The zombies were still standing at the gate, moaning, but there was nothing they could do to get in. "They'll leave soon enough."

Jackson's face was hard, emotionless. "Joel," he called forward a young man. "Check them for bites. And someone, please go shoot those zombies before they attract more." He didn't even address Oliver and Quiana, and Oliver wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

((Yeah, I know what you mean. Even if we did one of those things it wouldn't keep the plot going for long. Do you want to stick with this rp? I don't really care if we think up a new one ^^))

((I would've been the person to just go with it, lol. I get it though, I call people darling all the time, for no real reason at all really.

((Grr, I didn't finish before my iPod posted. Stupid thing -_-))

Quiana skidded the ragged souls if her shoes along the dirt as she was pulled back behind Oliver. She wanted to find a way to lock eyes will Jackson, get him to understand, or at least get him to cut the hard ass mood. He could act like a bitch all he wanted to her but he'd known Oliver longer, of course he had. She was the stranger here. Unable to find his eyes, she found herself distracted, the zombies at the gate actually causing her to shift her position a tad on the opposite direction. Those zombies could've killed Annie ... Cole. Her hand tightened around Oliver's but her face only wavered a tad.
Quiana didn't like being touched. That's why you could tell who she was close to easily, because she wouldn't withdraw. She would brush shoulders with them, give them a hug, let them handle her wounds, even hold her hand. So this time was no different, as Joel approached she felt her toes curl, eyes training onto the dirt tufted at their feet. Not only that but her hands were still covered in blood, no doubt her eyes were shaking faint forces of red rimming from the earlier crying. Damn the tears.

((Ha, we go through so many, may as well :p
Any you want to do maybe?$)

((I still can't believe that you type all your posts on an ipod. I wouldn't be able to do it!))

Oliver wrapped his arm around her shoulder and turned so his mouth was by her ear. "It's okay sweetie," he whispered sensing her unease. He felt a sudden was of protectiveness for her, but what could he do? Jackson wouldn't let them stay unless they were checked.

"Jackson-" he called out, making him walk back over. "Can I check Quiana? She's... not comfortable with someone else doing it." Jackson stared at him for a minute, and then finally nodded. He knew that if she were bitten, he wouldn't lie. Some people might, but not Oliver. "Thanks..."

He turned back to Quiana and smiled, squeezing her hand. "Go back to my cabin and wait for me, okay? I'll be there in a couple minutes."

((Lol I know... I get bored of things really fast.
Well, I can certainly come up with some ideas, but do you have any? Or is there any kind of rp you want to do?))

((Haha, yesterday I wrote 956 words on my iPod ... Three paragraphs for one post because I didn't want to have a short one after the one she posted. I bet her by over one hundred xD
I don't know though, they could be crappy.))

Quiana's eyes finally moved away from the flesh eaters, no doubt someone was making their way over now with a damn rifle to shoot the thing smack in the brain. That'll kill 'em. She felt a slight relaxation at Oliver's lips against her ear, nodding her head a little. Jackson made her skin crawl though, temper boiling but well managed. He didn't even know the bastard, he'd killed Annie and Cole. They were dead because of him. Quiana was quiet, knowing better however then to let loose. "Alright." She finally said, not really managing to return the smile that he so well put onto his face. She ... She liked that smile a lot. "Just hurry, I don't want to be alone." She let go of his hands, letting her arms go slack at her sides. Aware of all the eyes on her she made her way in the direction or his cabin, well aware of where it was.

((Yeah I noticed. We're different in that way. It seems that a lot of the time when I'm really liking it you get bored, lol. Hope that's not the case now? This is one of my favorites ...
Anyway, no I didn't really have anything in mind recently. I tried starting a murder mystery off with someone but she hasn't responded ... Or, um, a regular dramatized love triangle it something, no idea xD))

((Ooooh don't you hate it when someone posts something awesome and you feel like you have to post something just as good? Bleh. It's awful!))

Oliver watched her go, and then turned to Joel. "Be quick," he said, making a face. He hated this. Every time he came back from hunting someone had to check him for bites. It wasn't quite as awkward now that he'd gotten used to it, but he still didn't like it.

Several minutes later, he was declared bite-free and sent on his way. He grabbed a bucket and filled it with water on his way to the cabin and then came in, setting it down and closing the door behind him.

"Hey.." he said quietly, bringing the bucket over and sitting on the bed next to her. "Sorry that took so long. I brought some water, I figured you might want to wash up."

((Oh, really? o.o sorry! You could say something. I wouldn't drop an rp if the other person liked it.
Nah, I like this one :3

Love triangles are good :D realistic or not?))

((Haha, buuut you get an amazing post ;D Tis not all bad dear Lennie))

Quiana went back to the cabin as instructed, disliking the few eyes that flickered her way whenever she walked by. It was ridiculous, but she said nothing. Shutting the door behind her she immediately shed her jacket, hoping to get the imaginary stink of zombie off of it, just being out in the forest, them close by ... She could smell everything on this jacket. Exactly the reasons she tossed it to the foot of the bed.

Once Oliver came in the sun was ever so faintly beginning the dim, and Quiana had pulled off her shoes, just sitting there on the bed; The poem was held in her hands. Quietly she nodded her head, taking a moment before setting it aside. "Yeah." Was really her only answer for a moment, looking down at her hands to realize that dried blood was still everywhere.

Sighing she bent over and dipped her hands into the bucket, scrubbing off the blood right then and there because she just didn't want to have to stand it anymore. "Jackson hates me, ya know." She said with a shirt, unrealistic laugh to accompany her, shaking her head.

((Oh no no, it's fine. Is there really a point if only one of us like it to keep going? I hate having you force yourself to post, so ... Don't worry, it's okay, this is my favorite of ours anyway (:
Uh, this is going to be no help, but I don't really mind either ^^))

((True, true. But then... I have to read all that and it's just... I'm such a lazy person lol.))

Oliver went over to his table and grabbed a rag. He sat back down and gently turned Quiana's head toward him. Dipping the rag in the water, he squeezed it out and started wiping blood and dirt off her face. For a few minutes, they were both silent. Then he sighed, leaned in and kissed her cheek. "I know you didn't get bitten," he said. "So we'll just not check and say we did, yeah?"

He glanced at the piece of paper in her hand, thinking back to the words. Was chasing after an island that may or may not be real worth the risk?

((Weeeell... I'm kinda feeling fantasy/paranormal-y. So we've got a paranormal love triangle...))

((Ha, I actually like reading / writing long posts, I can freak out the more there is xD Plus it gives me something to pull off of, ya know? :p))

Quiana let him turn her head and eyes away from her hands, still rubbing them together though. Quietly she smiled, "Okay." she agreed, eyes dipping down to look at her hands yet again, laying there in her lap. A moment. "I'm think about it too." She said knowingly, "The poem I mean." Reaching around she grabbed it up from where she'd set it on the bed. "Do you think it's really just a poem?" She scraped a hand through her glossy, raven black hair, sighing irritably re-reading the lines over again. "What did Annie even pull from this? I don't even know if it mentions a safe point."

((Ha, yup we've really thought the second idea through :p Do you think we should have a human in the love triangle or just throw one in very now and again if need be?))

Oliver watched her thinking through the poem again. He noticed the lines between her eyebrows, the hopeless look in her eyes and reached out, taking one of her hands. “No, I think it’s more than just a poem,” he said, not sure if it was true but knowing that they needed some piece of hope to hold on to. “We just need to look at it from a different view point then we have been. Where did Annie find it? Do we know who wrote it? That would help us know if it’s supposed to be taken literally or not. Maybe it’s like a riddle. And it does say something about an island free of perils.”
((Lol we should really figure out what that poem says…
Yessssss there should be human it’s more fun! But we should switch it up by making the human a guy ^^))

((Yeah I thought the same thing xD
Mm, should we use that random bit from earlier, or should we make up the whole thing differently now? :P))

((^^
We can stick that bit in if it fits, but we don't have to.
Do you have any idea of what it should say?

Also, should we try to plot out the second one better?))

((No ... no I have no idea, I'm terrible with poetry and riddles, you're probably much better xD
Yes probably, otherwise we may just end up dropping it again lol))

((Mmk how bout I work on the poem and you can help when I get stuck/help edit ^^

Yeah lol. Maybe that's why we dropped the others (:

So, what kind of paranormals are we dealing with? What's the setting? Why/how do our characters meet?))

((Lol, get on that then because I don't want you disappearing and taking Oliver with you xD
Mmmmm ... well were we thinking more of a modern day time period or some other time, because we could mess with that?))

After chaos ensues, and the world is in ruins
I will be here for you on the Isle of Dolphins
The water so blue, the sun always bright
My voice will lead you here through the night.
Just listen for the call of the Red-Tailed Hawk,
And try to see the homes of the nearby sea-folk.
These are the clues that I leave to you;
As long as you’re true
You may find the Island so Blue.

Okay here's what I got so far. It's kind of short. I was thinking we could add more clues in the section about hawks and sea folk xD You got any? I was thinking the hawks could be some sort of bird that migrates that would lead them to the island, and the sea folk are people who set up camp on the ocean and have boats they could use.

Ooooh. I was thinking modern, but it could be cool to do historical.

(( :o I told you you would be so much better at this then myself! I actually like it exactly the way it is, I mean you can't give to many hints, right? Of course a certain direction would probably help them out, if the hawks don't count :p

Whichever you want, if we're gonna have a love triangle then ... Three characters but random extras here and there, yes?))

((Oh thanks :3 That's true. Can't make it too easy ;D
Nahhhh I think giving them an actual direction is too forward. They'll just have to figure out that the hawks migrate.

Yup. Okay so maybe there's this girl, who has powers but has no idea because very time she uses them she blacks out. And maybe her pwer is time travel, so the blackouts are when she goes back in time? And then sh meets someone, somehow, who knows soemtihng about tihs(maybe has powers himself?) and starts teaching her about time travel. (Or maybe he's just human and really nedry :D) Then there's another guy, who she starts having dreams of or sometihng because she's been seeing him back in time and then somehow epicness happens and stuff~))

((Yeah that's why I wasn't going to bother mentioning it xD It's really good, Del, seriously! \^.^/ I'm excited, hehe.
Oh I like that idea as well, I don't think the human would be able to really compete though with dream dude, rofl, so I would say he could be supernatural of some sort. Why would she be dreaming of the other guy though? Like I know that it's supposed to be a mystery and stuff but it would surely help to know with all those ideas in your brilliant head.))

Quiana's eyes lifted to look up at him, there was a faint feeling that he wasn't actually completely sure. He sounded like a safe zone, but no there wasn't a name, in there was it was long gone, and no other clues but the crumpled lines of the poem splattered with dried blood. "It says Isle of the Dolphins." She quoted, blue eyes flittering back up at him. A second passed. Quiana moved closer, holding the paper so that the both of them could read it, the gears of her mind turning slowly but surely as she tried to work out all the words.

Malxox ♥ wrote: "((Yeah that's why I wasn't going to bother mentioning it xD It's really good, Del, seriously! \^.^/ I'm excited, hehe.
Oh I like that idea as well, I don't think the human would be able to really c..."

((Oh, well I was thinking that he could start appearing in her dreams because although her conscience doesn't remember him, her subconscience does. And then her memories of her time in the past gradually start to come back, as she's falling for the first guy and then she gets all conflicted. Especially sicne the one guy isn't even in her time period but she dhas feelings for him xD
And then maybe, I dunno, somehow they all end up together somewhere, whether they're in the past or he comes to the future. Also, he (past guy) could have a sister if you want to rp a girl ^^
Annnnd there could be some sort of board or sometihng that has rules about how/when/where/why/who can time travel and there can be stuff going down with that... maybe she's somehow not supposed to be traveling. And maybe she's actually somehow from the past :D or she's someone from the past reincarnated. I dunno. Do you have ideas???))

"So... we're looking for an Island. With dolphins. It's probably not on the West coast, then. Aren't there more dolphins on the east and south?" He blushed suddenly, wishing he knew more about dolphins. "I don't know, maybe I'm wrong. But it's definitely somewhere tropical. And what does that say... 'my voice will lead you through the...fight'?"

((I love it! Gah, yeah I think you've covered everything you wonderful girl. I think that I like the reincarnated idea, like he was in love with this girl and she grew ill and died, and sooner or later became your girl. Suggestions keep in mind, these are suggestions. So he keeps trying to reach out to find her, and this is the person he finds, and bang we have true reasoning (: ))

Quiana closed her eyes, dropping the paper onto her leg and plowing her fingers through her pitch black strands of hair. She sighed heavily, eyebrows furrowing as her eyes opened into slits. "We should've known there would have to be a fight." She muttered, feeling despair. She didn't want to drag him into possible death, she'd made the mistake of letting Cole go she wasn't sure how much she was willing to risk right now. She only had Oliver. "So we're looking at the east coast and somewhere probably more on the high side of zombie concentration." She tapped her nails on her leg, biting the inside of her cheek. "Maybe it's near a forest?" She frowned, looking back to the words. "And what the heck does it mean about these hawks?"

((Oooooooh the sick thing is good! Maybe 20 years after she died he met someone who had been born the exact time she died and was eerily similar to her so he started looking into reincarnation. Oh! And maybe she was only twenty two or soemtihng when she died, and every time she comes back she dies when she's 22 for some reason or another. Maybe she wasn't sick, she was cursed by some chick who hated her. And in our rp she could be celebrating her 21st birthday and in college. She starts having the dreams because the other guy found a way to contact her. She goes looking for someone to explain the dreams to her and finds the other supernatural guy (what should he be?) So now she's time traveling without permission so the board is after her, plus she only has a year left ^^))

Oliver wrapped his arm around her, thinking she was afraid of losing the fight. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll think of a way to beat them," he said. ((btdubs, it says night, not fight, but he read it wrong xD)). "So we'll head east, once we figure out what mroe of this means. Maybe we should start looking for hawks... have you seen any around?"

((Yeah, yeah, yeah! Maybe though, the modern day guy could be the other time travler and the other one could be a warlock or something -- that way he could have figured out how to get to her before she was ever really born. If that makes any sense at all 0.0))

(I totally knew that xD). Quiana leaned against her, resting her cheek against his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his torso. "It says night," she murmured quietly. It was true it didn't say fight but upon him saying it it dawned on her it couldn't be easy right? Freedom was fought for in the past, it must be fought for now? She let out a heavy sigh for the second time in a row and criss crossed her legs on the bed, peering up at him. "Are you sure you want to go ...? I mean, you're safe here."

((So the modern guy is also a time traveler, which is why he knows so much about it- but maybe he keeps it from her because he's either a rogue, or was sent by the board to make her stop o.o The past guy is a warlock which is how he can reach her through time. She could be descendant from someone special or something, which is why she reincarnates, or she just reincarnates because of the curse.))

"Aw, shit," Oliver laughed. "That's not nearly so bad, then," he smiled at Quiana and lifted her chin up, kissing her lightly. "Yes, I'm sure. You're safe here, too- we both are. But is this really any way to live? In a tiny village, always trying to protect ourselves from the rest of the world? I think this poem is worth going after... as long as you still want to."

((Oh, and hi :D))

((Man we are confusing, it's been a while and I went to reread our ideas and only got about 3/4 of what we were planning. So as far as I can tell I like the rogue idea a lot :p
Um, could you possibly sum it up what we've got so far?))

Quiana flickered her eyes shut, his kiss lingering on her lips. Keeping her eyes closed she gave a quiet sigh, leaning against him, her head falling onto his shoulder yet again. "I haven't changed my mind if that's what you mean." She responded in a mumble, wrestling her fingers together in her lap. "When do we set out, that is when do you think it would be more likely we'll end up safe?" She peered up at him, eyes questioning.

((Yeah lol that's how I felt too. Okay, so there's this girl in college who blacks out randomly. She then starts having dreams that are a lot like memories of her and this guy, but in like... the 1800s. She meets a guy at school, who she ends up telling about this. He's a time traveler and thinks that she's time traveling, but rather than having the power to do it herself, is being called by someone else. That someone is a guy that she was with when she lived in a different time because she reincarnates. She reincarnates because she's cursed to die on her 21st or 22nd birthday, whichever we chose, and this guy is a warlock and he's been trying to track her down for the past... forever. Actually, no, he'd be dead. So maybe he was normal but he kind of sort of on purpose got himself turned into a vampire so he wouldn't die? Does any of that make sense?))

"Well... it's best not to be out at night. I'd rather not be sleeping while the zombies are out, so we'll leave at night, walk until morning, and then find somewhere to sleep. As to when, I don't know. How soon do you want to leave? Do you think anyone here could help us figure out what the poem means? Do we even trust anyone else with it?"

((*gasp* Now I remember everything! :D
Lol it's sounds so awesome, can't wait to start dis one up!
Oh, and hi by the way since I totally just didn't say that in my last post :) ))

Quiana tilted her head up in his direction, "I don't know anyone, I only had Cole and Annie." She answered, her voice empty talking about it. She had just decided to block out all emotion and pull up a wall to keep herself sane. "I mean, my parents are gone, his parents are gone, and unless you know someone to go to then nope." She said, pulling her head off his shoulder. "I guess we could look for someone who might be able to help with the poem though, hope we have any luck."

((Lol s'okay!
Me tooo! Should we make charries???))

"I mean.... there's this one guy here who's really smart, but he's so clumsy I'm afraid he'd get us all killed. So I guess we're on our own," he said slowly, realizing they were really doing this.

((Yeah :D))

Quiana actually felt the edge of her lips tilt upward slightly, looking back down at her wrestling hands. "Hmm, well then I guess we are. That's okay though, I'm sure if we think hard enough we'll figure this out." she answered in return, watching him in the corner of her eyes.

Oliver grinned. "Wow you must trust me, you're willing to travel alone with me," he teased. "I knew my charm and outrageously good looks would come in handy some day." He dropped the teasing manner and asked, more quietly, "When should we leave?"

((I guess I'll start on my character. I'm glad I summed up that idea before otherwise I really wouldn't have remembered what it was o.o))

((Hi, btw!))