- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 19:13, May 22, 2017 (UTC)
She'd thrown the vial the man child had given her during her pain-induced fit, which she knew she'd regret later, but for the time being, she really didn't care. She let out a pained cry - a cry that was filled with so much ache, confusion and hurt that it'd be hard to ignore. She screamed. She screamed until her throat was raw and hurt, and even then, she screamed. But she didn't cry. She was a strong bitch - she wasn't weak. She could handle this, despite all this maddening confusion. These people were claiming to be family. It felt like it, but she didn't remember it, and it was driving her nuts. In that precise moment, overpowered by her emotions, Tatyana is sure she could hurt someone. She knows she's capable of going out there and inflicting the cruciatus curse on the first person that dare bother her. She feels the urge, the need, to hit something, and so she does the one thing she can. She drives her arm back, before slamming her fist against a mirror. The same fist that punched Soren. The first that had already been hurting, and the fist she very clearly heard make an intense crunching noise. But she doesn't register the pain. No. Not when she's undergoing the biggest f-cking crisis of the century. This... this Bellerose. What the hell does that mean? She groans, clenching her fists tightly. It sounds like a surname. Whenever she thinks of the name, the memories she regained, or whatever the hell, become clearer and clearer. Longer. Like they're solidifying. And it drives her nuts.
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 19:50, May 22, 2017 (UTC)
Time drags on or speeds by depending on how you feel; yet, some of the time, it feels like it’s hardly there at all. Like you’re floating around, with no time, space nor meaning, like nothing at all that could ever pass you by matters. It’s a weird, ethereal state, ghost-like. And it’s what Apollinariya Romanova had been experiencing for several hours before the smashing she heard behind the defunct bathroom’s door that snapped her back to hard reality with a start. Awakened by the tinkling of brokenness and glass hitting the floor, a subtle hint that broken things were still beautiful. Not the Romanov family, though. No matter how hard they tried – if they could be bothered to try – they would always be awful. With wide blue eyes, a curious mind, and a racing heart, she pushed open the door and found her behind it. The surprise reacted before her façade did, eyebrows knitting together and a confused expression playing across her lips. “Tatyana…?”
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 19:56, May 22, 2017 (UTC)
Tatyana's eyes squeeze shut, breathing deeply as she tries to reign in her anger. Blue eyes. A knowing smile. Blonde hair. It's all she sees and it's blinding her. Eyes snapping open when her sister saunters in, Tatyana's head snaps towards her so fast it's an odd surprise she didn't get whiplash. "Not now, Apollinariya," she grits out, her hands clenching the sink so tightly her knuckles would be white, if not for the blood pouring out alarmingly quick. It pools on the floor, taints her arms and robes, but what's new? It seems as though her entire life is tainted. Her childhood, ripped apart by some assholes. Her eyes narrow, emotions swirling behind them, the most predominant being anger. "Actually, yes now. Sit. I've got questions."
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 20:03, May 22, 2017 (UTC)
Tatyana's indecisiveness perplexed her and it showed in her eyes for a single beat - why would you even give consideration to somebody who has done nothing but shove you down, and push you away? Unless she took this as a macabre form of love, which might not surprise her in this family...no. That isn't the kind of thing she should be thinking. Her eyes took in the blood and she tried her hardest to not look concerned, she shouldn't even care; she has to make an effort to sound like she doesn't. "I would sit down," she said airily, "but..." Apollinariya gestured to the blood with a wide, sweeping, dismissive gesture.
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 20:06, May 22, 2017 (UTC)
She rolls her eyes, but shoves her hand in and turns on the faucet, hissing in pain as the water covers and cleans her bloody hand. Her jaw clenches. "Ah, yes, because that's the only spot in the entire damn bathroom for you to sit," she bites out, rolling her eyes again. Leaving her hand there, she takes her wand with her other hand, flicking it to clean up the mess she made. "I just came back from quite the interesting encounter."
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 20:21, May 22, 2017 (UTC)
The Slytherin girl chose to ignore the remark about places to sit, instead opting to lean against the wall, elbow against the plaster and hand propping up her head. Putting a relaxed smile on her face, she shrugs. "Regale me with your tale," she said, "by all means."
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 20:29, May 22, 2017 (UTC)
"Someone is claiming to be my mother. Bellerose... does it ring a bell?" Tatyana is scrutinizing her, looking for any signs that may give away what she may or may not know. "Voodoo ass black magic," she pauses, to roll her eyes as the man child comes to mind, "I know mama and papa excel in it, Apollinariya. So don't try to bullshit me."
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 12:22, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
Her relaxed smile vanishes slowly, more and more after each clause of her parents' doing. Yes, it rang many bells, so loudly that her head was threatening to explode with the noise and the vibrations. But that did not fit with what her parents had said, did it? "That can't be true," she says, steadily. "Mama and Papa told me the only person I know about with that name is dead, Taty." She doesn't know if they were lying to her, a faint part of her wouldn't be surprised. That thought has to be shut down, you can't think things like that.
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 12:26, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
Her brow furrows. Apol's smile had dissipated little by little, a tell that she was growing uncomfortable, which most likely meant she did know something. But if she was saying it didn't make sense... Nothing makes sense right now. Nothing will. Don't listen to words - read their eyes, their faces. "Who do you know with that name?"
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 13:26, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
She paused. "Well, I don't know them. A criminal that Mama and Papa heard of, I think. But she's dead, they told me, so she can't be..." Everything her parents told her was in question and her words slipped out before she could hold them back. "This doesn't make any sense," she says, crossing the bathroom and sitting down on the opposite side, far away from the blood. "None of it does." She wished that her brother was here - he knew more than she did, he'd straighten this out for sure. There are so many things she wants to say but she can't say them without seeming vulnerable, and she hasn't spent years building her front for it to come tumbling down at any hurdle.
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 13:42, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
She quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed. Now she was showing vulnerability? Now she was letting herself be exposed? After years of tormenting her, she was showing signs of becoming decent once Tatyana found she may be someone else entirely? If anything, it added onto her suspicions. "Ah, yes, because you're the one who is being told she's someone else entirely," she spits, looking just as bitter, lost, confused and pained as she feels.
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 14:59, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
"I know I'm not!" she snapped back through gritted teeth, more harshly than she intended - her nails dug into her palms until they bled, and she looked down at the cuts indifferently. Those words she wants to say are rising up her throat and she fights to stifle them. Instead of saying them she looks down at the floor and falls quiet, but her doubt is clear on her face.
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 15:03, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
She observes her sister, not pushing her further, but as the silence goes on, she finds herself growing impatient. There's a growl forming at the back of her throat, as is the urge to lean forward and hit the girl across the face, in hopes she'll talk. There has to be more to this. There has to. She needs this puzzle solved - at least before tomorrow. Instead, she grinds her teeth together, and rubs her temple with the hand that isn't currently under water. "What is it, Apol?" she snaps, "You've always been an outspoken little c-nt, and the one time I need you to talk, you refuse to do so. I know I've always been a pain in your ass, but quite frankly, if you want to get rid of me, this is the only way to do so. I need to know what you may or may not know."
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 15:07, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
"I don't know what I know anymore," Her voice is tired, exhausted even. "What if what I think I know is wrong? My parents are liars, murderers, and thieves, Tatyana. How can I know if what they're telling me is real?" Her face blanches as she realises how much she's said. Her brother would be ashamed of her lack of belief.
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 15:20, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
She closes her eyes, taking a breath. My parents, she'd said, clearly excluding Tatyana herself. My parents. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a warm smile cross her mind. She clenches her jaw. My parents. She didn't think it be possible, but her heart broke hearing that. As much pain as they'd made her feel, they'd still been her family. Or at least so she though. My parents. "Yeah, your parents," she says, quietly, "They're quite the people, aren't they? Murderers, liars, thieves, at this point, I'd not be surprised if kidnappers, too," she adds on, her voice small, vulnerable, exposed. She releases a shaky breath.
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 15:27, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
That part hadn't been why she'd blanched sheer white; she'd scarcely realised the exact words. A few moments' more silence followed on the end until she shook her head. "I don't know what it would take to surprise me anymore," There were pictures in her head of all the things she'd seen in that house they called their home, the things she'd wanted to forget. "But I have no choice but to let everything happen, so..."
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 15:31, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
"I need to talk to them, to our - your brother, to your parents. I need to find out what's going on," Taty goes on, pointedly ignoring Apollinariya. "But I need to get this fist checked out first," she sighs, wincing as she pulls it out of the water.
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 15:35, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
"No." The word came out sharply, even with a tone of concern that she hated. "It isn't safe for you to talk to them. We can't know what they'll do if they find out you're onto them." There's a pause. "Not that I care if you want to be rash and idiotic," she adds on, lying through her teeth and it's clear.
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 15:41, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
"Growing a heart now are we?" Her actions betray her, smirking down at the older girl when she spots the concern in both her tone and face. It resembles the one on man child's face, and her stomach hurts for the briefest of moments, and it shows, as her face contorts before she can slip on a mask. "What happened to you? When did you become such a loving person? I thought you were dead inside? You know, like mother, like daughter?" she bites, and she doesn't realize the insult's come out of her own mouth until it's too late to take back. She should take it back, but the damage has been done, most likely. Plus it feels sort of good, after months of being her own target.
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 15:49, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
This is why she didn't want to reveal that she gave even a little bit of a fuck. She pulls herself back together piece by piece, rebuilds the mask out of determinaton. "...You're right. Like mother, like daughter. But that doesn't mean that I need to like it." The blonde stands up; her head is spinning and she has to hold the wall. "You can go and talk to them if you really want to, since it doesn't sound like you care."
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 15:52, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
"Why do you care? Whether I talk to them or not?" Tatyana asks her, not out of malice, not out of anger, just out of plain curiosity. She wants to know what's changed these past few days, what's made her care. "Why?"
- “it's my problem if i have no friends and feel i want to die.” Message Me - 16:00, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
"Because I'm done lying," she said plainly. "Lying to myself. I've grown up lying to myself. There's too much that's happened in that house that I could have done something about that I didn't. Because if I let it go by I was stronger somehow. My brother would be proud of me. Heck, Mama and Papa might exactly show some capacity of loving their own children." Why are you saying this? She doesn't care. "I had to pretend none of it was happening. But I can't pretend anymore and I can't sweep one more damn thing under the living room carpet. Yes, I'm stuck on this path that I'm on because of them. They've had control of my life forever. But at least if I got out of line I am, at the end of the day, their flesh and blood. But you - I don't know...I don't know what they wanted or why they did what they did. But talking to them could put you in some real danger."
- “I'm as lost as Alice, as mad as the Mad Hatter,” Message Me - 16:06, May 23, 2017 (UTC)
She bites her lip, silent for a long time, but eventually nods. It seems Apol has some genuine worries, which seems to only go further into accordance with what Renee and Soren were claiming. "Okay, okay," she sighs, squeezing the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "But you don't go ahead and talk to them, either. I've got to get this done with, and it might take a while, might take just days. We don't know what we're dealing with, let alone what mama and papa may or may not have done to me. I don't even want to imagine what they could do to you. So just... don't."
- “Water doesn't like to be contained, it wants to be free.” Message Me - 19:53, May 12, 2017 (UTC)
Aymeric was never around when she needed him, especially right now. Amphitrite didn't care if the toilets didn't work, she would basically flush it anyway, all she cared was that she had something to puke in. With her head in the toilet, the sound of her puking echoed from the toilet, probably loud enough to be heard out in the corridor.
- “Water doesn't like to be contained, it wants to be free.” Message Me - 20:01, May 12, 2017 (UTC)
Every time she puked, Amphitrite started to realize how much she actually ate. She took her face out of the toilet, thinking she was done, and tried to clean out the puke from her hair before she once again stuck her head in the toilet and puked out barely anything.
- “Water doesn't like to be contained, it wants to be free.” Message Me - 20:08, May 12, 2017 (UTC)
She heard something, thinking it was probably a teacher, but was to busy puking out what remained in her stomach. Once all of the contents of her stomach was gone, her body made her dry puke a couple more times, which really hurt her.
- “Water doesn't like to be contained, it wants to be free.” Message Me - 20:13, May 12, 2017 (UTC)
She finally felt like she was done puking, so she moved away from the toilet when she heard a girl talk, moving so she could see who talked. "Yeah, not one bit." Amphitrite said, as pale as a ghost and wobbling a little bit as she stood.
- “Water doesn't like to be contained, it wants to be free.” Message Me - 20:26, May 12, 2017 (UTC)
Once all the puke was down the toilet, Amphitrite started to was the puke taste out of her mouth, using the water flowing from her hands, until the small amount of water in her stomach resulted into her puking once again in the toilet.
- “Water doesn't like to be contained, it wants to be free.” Message Me - 20:48, May 12, 2017 (UTC)
"I'm half-water nymph so I can make water flow from my hands, which is how I'm cleaning out the toilets." Amphitrite aimed her hand towards the door and made water flow from her hand at the pressure of a fire hose.
- “Water doesn't like to be contained, it wants to be free.” Message Me - 21:00, May 12, 2017 (UTC)
"My mom told me I shouldn't, even though my cousins are part-fire nymph." Amphitrite stepped a little back from Beliz, just in case sparks started to come from her like what sometimes happens to her cousin.