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Aug. 10th, 2017
Chapter 36: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Tuesday, December 26, 2000
“How do you get out of here?”
Luke and Professor Reid had shown Cya the doors, but they’d done something to fog her memory. She could see them — but she hadn’t been able to get back to the doors, no matter how many times she tried. She knew they were there. They’d told her she needed an upperclassmen with her. For safety. She took that as for not running away.
So now was lying next to Dysmas, a thin trickle of blood running down the side of her neck, fishing for the answer she needed. He was in the best mood during these times, and when he fed on her - more than he ought to, Dr. Caitrin said, but still not enough, not enough to keep him from feeding on other girls, bringing them into his bed right past her while Aviv played Go and chess with her like neither of them could see what was going on - Cya found she was in a good mood, too. Inquisitive, but brave enough to test out questions and mellow enough to not mind when he treated her like a silly child. It was the perfect time to ask him about the doors. To see if he would help her find them again.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Tuesday, December 26, 2000
“How do you get out of here?”
Luke and Professor Reid had shown Cya the doors, but they’d done something to fog her memory. She could see them — but she hadn’t been able to get back to the doors, no matter how many times she tried. She knew they were there. They’d told her she needed an upperclassmen with her. For safety. She took that as for not running away.
So now was lying next to Dysmas, a thin trickle of blood running down the side of her neck, fishing for the answer she needed. He was in the best mood during these times, and when he fed on her - more than he ought to, Dr. Caitrin said, but still not enough, not enough to keep him from feeding on other girls, bringing them into his bed right past her while Aviv played Go and chess with her like neither of them could see what was going on - Cya found she was in a good mood, too. Inquisitive, but brave enough to test out questions and mellow enough to not mind when he treated her like a silly child. It was the perfect time to ask him about the doors. To see if he would help her find them again.
read on...
MARKED - 9.8
Aug. 10th, 2017 11:29 pmMARKED - 9.8
Ember and Nilien scampered after Nilien’s pencil, but it had rolled out of sight.
No, not just out of sight, Nilien realized. They combed the immediate area, Nilien sitting down on the floor ungracefully to get a better view, and they could see no place the floor sloped, no crevices, nothing.
“You know,” she muttered at Ember, “A place where there’s a lack of surprising holes or passages is a little suspect in this place.”
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Ember and Nilien scampered after Nilien’s pencil, but it had rolled out of sight.
No, not just out of sight, Nilien realized. They combed the immediate area, Nilien sitting down on the floor ungracefully to get a better view, and they could see no place the floor sloped, no crevices, nothing.
“You know,” she muttered at Ember, “A place where there’s a lack of surprising holes or passages is a little suspect in this place.”
read on...