sarah

Who: Sarah and Dan
Where: The Study
When: Morning

After showering and dressing - and wondering when the scientists were going to give them normal clothes, if ever - Sarah wandered downstairs, keeping her eyes open for someone she knew - basically Nic or Dan. She knew she just needed to introduce herself to the others, given there weren't that many of them anymore. She actually preferred having company - some kind of companionship over the solitude. She didn't know how long they'd be there, or when the next time she would wake up and find herself in some other location. She was beginning to think she needed to make the best of whatever day it was because who the hell knew what was going to happen after she went to sleep. The night had been horrible - with the storms, and the creaking of the gate outside. Being afraid of the dark was the last thing she needed in a house like this one. She'd barely slept as it was. She couldn't go the rest of the year in this place without a lot of light.

Entering the study to maybe fiddle with her journal on the computer, she paused in the doorway at the familiar sight. "Morning," she said to Dan, a tiny smile on her face as she stepped inside. They hadn't spoken in a couple of days. Which she hadn't minded so much as she had needed it to clear her head. But she still missed him and now that they were in another house - with significantly less people - she wanted to be able to talk to him and be around him without the weight of their - or her - issues hovering.

Mood: 

Confused

the computer, along with everything else in the house, is in need of a massive upgrade. I don't even know how they got it to work, it's so old.

Who: Sarah and Nic
Where: Kitchen
When: Afternoon

After wandering the house on her own for awhile, Sarah came to the conclusion that the scientists were in fact, insane. Certifiably so. Not only that, but they were heartless bastards who probably wanked off over watching everyone's misery. With her room chosen, and her things put away - and by things she meant her one outfit she'd gotten out of the burning house with - her stomach reminded her she'd gone most of the day without eating. Tugging a tiny bit at the crimson ribbon tied around her neck, she headed downstairs to the kitchen. She kept her eyes open for Dan, and was slightly disappointed not to have been able to talk to him privately yet that day. Maybe he'd been avoiding her. Or maybe she was becoming what she'd been fighting against since the fire - paranoid.

Sighing, Sarah walked into the kitchen, pausing when she spotted someone already in there. Nic. Already uncomfortable, she thought about turning and escaping quickly, but she stayed put, reminding herself that she wasn't going to run off like a baby every time they were in the same vicinity together. He was Dan's boyfriend now and she was just going to have to accept it - as part of that whole 'Getting Over Dan Plan'. "Hi," she greeted pleasantly enough. There. That wasn't so hard, was it?

Who: Nic and open to Ben, Dan, Gavin, Janie, Joy, Ren, Sally, Sarah, Zhen
Where: The Spooky House, Living Room and Parlor
When: Morning

There was nothing quite as creepy as waking up somewhere else. Nic knew where he'd gone to bed and the floor had been hard beneath him, even with the sleeping bag. Dan had been close by, always within reach. Now he was on a couch, that much he knew without opening his eyes. He could feel the cushions beneath him, one side walled and padded. His arm hung off the side, fingertips brushing the floor. His hand was numb, fingertips tingling, and as he pulled it back up onto the couch, blood rushed back into it. "Where are we?" he asked, opening his eyes. He didn't feel drugged, but that didn't mean a thing. He'd become such a light sleeper that moving him would have been impossible otherwise. "Shit," he said softly as he sat up. Any moment bats might fly through the room, or a wolf might howl out the window. This looked like a haunted house if he'd ever seen one, certainly not the campsite in which he expected to wake up.

Who: Conor and Sarah
When: Afternoon
Where: Campfire

With some of the chaos of the day winding down, after the body had been found and buried, Sarah instinctively went off to find Dan, but while walking, changed course to search for Conor instead. Dan had Nic and she doubted that today, of all days, he would want her clinging to him because a dead body of a girl she hadn't even known freaked her out. It didn't take long to track him down, given he was sitting in the general campsite area, near where the fire had been burning the night before. He'd seemed to be in a foul mood earlier, when she had first woken up to the discovery of the body, so she braced herself for that and went over to him, her fingers gripping the sleeves of the sweatshirt that belonged to him.

I know I'm suppose to be keeping a journal. I don't know how the scientists are suppose to keep track of whether or not I'm actually writing in it, but I don't really want to find out.

I got through the night, despite the dark. And the howling of whatever...wolves? God. I'm almost afraid to climb out of this tent now. What are we suppose to do to defend ourselves, should those things move closer every night? It terrifies me to even think about it.

Who: Conor, Rain, Zania, Andre, Caél, Sarah, and Matt
Where: Around the campsite
When: April 17, 6:30 AM

Rising so early in the morning was no mean feat, but Conor had pushed his way into the chapel a few hours earlier, when the winds started, and gotten very little sleep from that point forward, huddled in a corner.

Who: Sarah and Zania
Where: In Their Tent
When: Late Evening

By the end of the day, Zania wanted to do nothing but sit. She thought about writing in the diary the scientists had left her, but then she wasn't ready to put forth the effort. Dinner had been had, though she still felt a little bit sick as she thought about the animals they'd killed. She had no qualms about killing animals for food, but Cael had been so... well, cruel was the word that came to mind. Laying back on the unzipped sleeping bag, Zania nibbled at a piece of chocolate left behind by the scientists. At least they'd given them chocolate. That made up for her throbbing ankle, at least for the moment.

Who: Conor and Sarah
When: Early evening
Where: By the stream

His fingertips were slightly sore from the work he'd put in -- the pews had had the tendency to slip and chafe as he'd moved them -- but Conor felt that in all, the demands put upon him had been few. The work was unimpressive, if necessary. Now there were enough makeshift beds in the chapel to sleep approximately twenty people, and the floorspace made it even more useful. He doubted they could fit everyone -- the groups had begun to return by the time he and Zania had finished outfitting the place -- but there were still tents as options for the rest. Conor sat beneath a tree, smoking a clove as the sun was setting and finding the entire scenario cliched and exhausting. He exhaled smoke, a paltry attempt at damaging the solidness of the atmosphere, a mar on the picture in front of him. He thought, vaguely, that he could have chosen somewhere less scenic.

Who: Sarah and Open
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Stream in the woods

Sarah took Dan's advice and used the stream in the woods to clean herself up. It was a good ten minute walk, really, but she didn't mind it. It gave her time to think, refocus, and get away from everyone else for a few moments of privacy. And at least she could get the mucky feeling off of her skin before working on the shelters again with the others.

Mood: 

Uncomfortable

Who: Sarah and Dan
Where: Treeline
When: Early afternoon

Dan felt so. much. better with clean clothes on. Words could not express how much better he felt to be fully dressed now. He'd also quickly realised he needed to add 'having washed up last night' to the list of things he was grateful for - since it became clear that the sink in the chapel had stopped working. Something which he fully blamed on the scientists. Gits. But there was nothing for it but to get on - especially since Nic's musing idea that the house would miraculously reappear today was manifestly not going to come true. The smouldering wreck that had formly been their home was testament to that.

Around lunchtime, Dan whistled to Izzy, calling her to heel and declaring that they were going for a walk. Sure, they might be outside all the time now, but Dan wanted to keep her to her habits. Plus maybe he could set her onto some rabbits or something. Okay, he had no idea how that might be done, but maybe it was instinct. Or something. Anyway, he walked them out of camp and started slowly along the treeline, letting the dog run off where she would, knowing she'd come back every few minutes.

Sarah watched Dan from where she sat near the tent she was sharing with Zania. Her sketchbook sat on her lap, but there wasn't even a mark of pencil on the page. There was so much within her sight that she could draw, but for some reason, the inspiration wasn't there. She hadn't spoken to Dan much, if at all, since they left the house the morning before. He'd helped them build the tents, but even then he'd been with Nic.

Seeing him with Izzy was the first time she'd seen him alone since everything, and without thinking, she set her sketchbook and pencil down onto the grass beside her and stood to head towards him. It'd only been a day, but she was already growing used to wandering about with bare feet. Approaching the treeline, she wrapped her arms around herself in a somewhat conscious gesture, as she was still acutely aware that it was his shirt she'd been wearing since the fire. "Dan," she said once she was within earshot, her steps becoming a bit more tentative.

Who: Sarah and Zania
When: Nighttime
Where: Around the fire

The day had been exhausting, both mentally and physically and as night settled in, things seemed to get a bit calmer. At least for Sarah. Which was shocking, given she'd been dreading nightfall all day. There was a fire nearby, that gave off plenty of light to keep her from becoming afraid. And hopefully she would fall asleep before it died out. Which reminded her that she still had no idea where to sleep. She knew people in the tents had to double up, and sleeping near Dan was a definite no go. In fact, she'd pretty much succeeded in avoiding him for most of the day, other than when he and Nic helped build the shelters.

Sarah stood close enough to the fire for the light, but not close enough to feel the warmth. She felt out of place. She didn't know anyone really, other than the few people she'd met, but even then, she certainly feel close enough to seek any kind of comfort from them. Arms folded around herself, her gaze fell upon Zania who was sitting alone. She hadn't gotten any bitchy vibes from the woman at all that day, even when she'd taken charge in regards to getting the shelters built. And now she looked just as alone as Sarah felt. Biting her lip briefly, Sarah found herself walking over toward the young woman, wanting to reach out. Even if she was rebuffed, well, hey, at least she tried. And with the situation they were all in now, it felt important to try. "Hey," she said, taking a seat next to her. "How're you holding up?"

Who: Andre, Ben, Bob, Dan, Nic, Sarah, and Zania
Where: Outside the Chapel
When: 6:30 am and onwards

The first thing Zania took note of was the twelve two-person tents, not nearly enough to fit everyone in the house. Even if everyone took three people per tent, she was pretty sure they would still be short. People could sleep in the chapel though, in the pews, or in her case, under them. She knew for a fact that was where she'd feel safest. But she'd signed on to build shelters, regardless of the fact that they might not be for her. Though the tents were an easy choice, there was surely some tarp in the shed, or at least down at the boat dock. She remembered seeing tarps covering the boats, protecting them. Those could be strung up to at least create shade, even if they didn't need it now, or maybe a very simple tent. "We've got our work cut out for us," she muttered to Sarah, wondering just where they should start. Maybe the tents...

who: jason and people in/around the chapel
when: about 10 minutes after the explosion
where: in the doorway of the chapel

Jason had checked on a couple of things before he'd actually headed for the chapel. He had his stupid list with him, but really, he was more concerned with checking to see if anyone had oh, gotten their ass blown up. So far, it didn't look that way, and he'd of course made sure that the most important people to him were okay. Emma, Katalina...Dave he'd seen outside tending to someone who was hurt.

Who: Calvin and Sarah
Where: Billiards Room
When: Later evening

After Esme left, and her eyes had begun to blur from trying to finish her sketch in the dim porch light, Sarah finally gave up on finishing outside and went back into the house, her eyes roaming critically over the drawing as she walked about distractedly, trying to find a room with decent light. The kitchen was off limits, given she was prone to running into Nic in there, and she wanted to avoid that at the moment. She was already sick of her room, and she wasn't sure she wanted to venture very far when she was itching to finish what she'd started. Somewhat absently, she moved from the living room into the billiards room, finding it empty after she'd flipped on the light. Empty suited her just fine for the time being, and she sat on one of the stools at the bar before she got to work again, briefly wondering if there was any wine behind the counter. She'd have to check when she was finished. Hunched over her sketchpad, her hand moved at a swift rate, her bottom lip drawn in between her teeth in concentration. Why she felt inspired to draw depressing, ominous pictures all of the sudden, she had no idea, but there it was, and if this house and its so-called 'horror' was her new muse, so be it.

Mood: 

Lonely

Who: Sarah and Esmé
When: Evening
Where: Front porch

A nap had done little to ease the chaotic mixture of emotions that had settled inside of her stomach since arriving and seeing Dan again. When she woke, she still felt tired, and worn down, and what made it worse was that the sun had set, making her feel like she'd wasted her day.

Who: Dan and Sarah
When: Afternoon
Where: Library

It'd been a horrible morning. It was beautiful outside, but inside she felt gloomy and out of sorts. She'd tried to take a nap after leaving Nic in the kitchen, but she hadn't been able to fall back asleep. She knew she had somehow messed up what could have been a decent, civil conversation. Sarah just knew she couldn't explain what she needed to explain without admitting more than she was prepared too. Especially to Dan's boyfriend. So she spent the rest of the morning in her room, watching the rest of the house on her camera access until her eyes grew weary and tired from staring at the computer screens. She paced for awhile after that, starting to feel closed in. She wanted to get out and try to meet more of her housemates. She wanted to go outside and explore. She wanted to just get out of her room if nothing else. But she was starting to feel like it was a bad idea to ever leave. Everyone was trying to beat it into her head what an evil place this house was and she'd only been there three days. Between that, and seeing Dan again...Sarah felt like it was becoming more than she was going to be able to handle.

Even so, by lunchtime, she was beginning to feel suffocated by the confines of her room. It was too quiet and she felt like she was hiding, which she didn't want to do. Not really. So she grabbed her sketchbook and pencil and left her room, heading for the library. Because more often than not, it seemed to be vacant, and peaceful, and hopefully she could curl up in a chair in the corner somewhere and try to refocus and regain the footing she'd lost earlier.

As she predicted, the library was quiet and she walked to the back of it, finding a suitable chair by a window and flipping open her sketchbook again. She began to work on the sketch of Dan again, this time the image of him in the library when they had spoken, his eyes lowered to the table and his hair in his face. It was somewhat therapeutic, being able to put down on paper the memories that seemed to be etched into her mind. It was kind of like Sarah's version of writing letters that you never intended to send. The kind where you poured your heart out, all your hurt and anger - and then you tore it up and threw it away. Though she never tore up her sketches, or threw them away. She kept them, which maybe wasn't as helpful as it should have been, but she couldn't bring herself to get rid of them. Just like she could never get herself to completely rid her memory of Dan. It was just impossible.

Who: Nic and Sarah
Where: Kitchen
When: Early morning

Sarah was generally a morning person. She liked getting an early start to her day, as she always felt more productive. Life in the house, however, had seemingly dimmed that a bit. She didn't want to get up, or start her day, because there wasn't much of a day to start. A part of her wanted to just stay in bed all day and forget where she was. But it was actually a beautiful day, judging from the sun shining through her windows when she opened her eyes, so she figured it wouldn't hurt to get up, get dressed and get some fresh air while she could do so in peace.

She thought for a second about turning on the camera access, but decided against it immediately and left her room to head outside. She spent close to thirty minutes sitting on the porch alone, enjoying the cool, yet comfortable weather, and working on refocusing her mind. It was just another day to get through. And then once she did, she could start worrying about getting through tomorrow, and so on and so forth. Maybe she could avoid Dan, she didn't know. She didn't necessarily want too, but she didn't know what else to do until she could get past whatever it was she was feeling. Jealousy was not a very becoming trait on anyone, and she certainly didn't want to become the poster girl for it.

When her stomach reminded her of breakfast, Sarah finally stood and headed back inside toward the kitchen. Nothing fattening today. Fruit and water. Something she could take back up to her room where she planned to hide for a little while longer.

There is nothing more depressing than realizing that you're still in love with a man who has never loved you and will never love you back.

More depressing to realize that you have to spend the next however many months, days, hours of your life watching him happily in love with someone else.

I'm a strong person. I have always been a strong person.

But I don't know if I can do this.

11:55pm

I guess this is something I'm suppose to be doing. I met Torlin. She's friendly and maybe someone I can sort of attach myself too in an non-clingy/creepy way. Just someone else in the house that seems as lost as I do. Adam was decent too. We'd agreed on swimming together. Ha. Swimming. Well, it's something, isn't it? He seems like he needs to have a bit as fun just like I do.