Don't Mind Me

It's 2:00AM and I'm writing this to the song "It's Not You It's Me" by Coconut Records and there's a retarded virtual world ad on the bottom of the screen. *Cue guitar solo*

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"Hi Jaguez"

"Hey Celine, how's life?"

"Same-old, same-old, other than, well..."

"Heh. Yeah. It's a real cramp on your style, ain't it?"

"If by "style" you mean 'being with the friends I love', then yes."

"Oh. By style, I meant, 'being straight'. Goddamn lesbians, yeah?"

"J-Jaguez!"

"Hahaha! Just kidding, just kidding."

"It was a little funny."

"Don't worry, I would never want to separate you two."

"I'd hope so."

"Wanna hear a funny story?"

"Sure."

"I saw someone who looked exactly like a girl I know the other day."

"Oh? Who?"

"Just some girl. Her name's Cattleya, I've known her since we were kids."

"Are you two still friends?"

"Well, yeah, we see each other sometimes. So, Cattleya, right? I could've sworn this was her, but when I walked up to her to say hi, the girl just freaked out and said she doesn't know who I am and just ran off. I don't know, Celine, do I really smell that bad?"

"It does take some getting used to."

"Ah, I see. Maybe I should use a different deodorant?"

"Or you could just do what I do, and rub tea leaves all over my body for 20 minutes."

"I would pay to see that."

"Five hundred dollars, please."

"So anyways, Cattleya isn't avoiding me, because I saw her again later and she was acting normally."

"Hmmmm, maybe she has a secret twin sister?"

"Haha, I wish I had a secret twin sister."

"Hehe."

"Mmmmn, hey, if you're not too busy having fun with Tsubaki, come play pool with us sometimes, Celine."

"Sure thing."

Hurrah! You've talked to Tsubaki, Melinda, and Jaguez! You've gotten the quest, "Apology", the sidequest, "Playing Pool", which you can repeat once a day and get money from, and "The Murders" has been updated!

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We walk down the familiar path we've always taken. This time of day, the sun's heat is blocked for the most part by the trees that dot along the sidewalk. We walk casually, under the tree's shade and cooling, talking about this and that.

"I still can't believe Mr. Grimer is married and has a son."

"He also wears a black leather jacket and rides a motorcycle."

"How does a man like that have the capacity for love? For a family?"

"Right? Why does he have to make such a big deal about that damn green book?"

"He even said it was optional! And then he put it up as homework!"

"Mr. Grimer is an experienced anal rapist. I know this to be true, deep in my heart."

"Don't you mean your ass?"

"Touche"

"Well then, Steiner and I are off to play pool."

Steiner and Jaguez cross the street, while mumbling,

"I've actually been working on a new grip, Jaguez..."

"I hope you've actually put it to practice..."

Melinda, who has only been quietly walking with the group, then speaks up cheerfully,

"I will be. Headed back to my. Apartment now. Have a nice. Day."

"Cya, Melinda."

"Bye, Melinda."

Melinda crosses the opposite side of the street, looking back once, smiling and waving goodbye. Tsubaki and I smile and wave back.

"You know, she's alright."

"She's certainly cheerful."

Tsubaki turns to face me.

"Are you going to Anastasia's now?"

"Yes"

"...Are you sure I can't come with you?"

"I want to apologize to Anne myself. It's my fault in the first place."

"Can I walk with you to the front gate, then?"

I stop and think about it.

"Well, okay, sure."

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We arrive at the gates of Anastasia's mansion after 20 minutes of walking. When I showed up last night, the gates seemed enchanting and welcoming. Now, they seem somewhat ominous. I press the buzzer while Tsubaki stands patiently with her arms crossed, and after waiting for a few seconds, we hear a reply,

"Oh, hello, you're Lady Anastasia's guest from last night, are you not?"

"Yes, it's Celine. Who is this?"

"Ah, I am one of Lady Anastasia's maids, Pamela. State your business, please."

"Um, we've come, or rather, I've come, to see Anastasia."

"...Lady Anastasia is not feeling well. She has retired to her chamber and does not wish to be disturbed."

I throw a worried glance towards Tsubaki, and she shrugs.

"Please, I really need to see her and apologize for what happened last night."

"...I do not believe this to be in Lady Anastasia's best interests, but I understand."

The gate buzzes, signalling the release of it's lock.

"Well, I'll be back soon, Tsubaki."

"Alright, good luck, Celine!"

(Give me a second here. Also. you have no idea how much I wanted to say, "retired to her chambers" and "does not wish to be disturbed". Fancy language all up in this biznitch.)

I walk into the courtyard alone, passing by the garden and fountain and walking up to the front door. I knock, and soon after a young maid opens the door. I remember her face from yesterday, and say,

"Oh, you're Pamela, aren't you?"

"Yes, it seems you remember me. Come in, quickly."

I quietly enter the mansion, and ask,

"Where's An-"

"Do not speak. I will take you to Lady Anastasia's chamber. Follow me."

Pamela turns on her heel and starts walking down a corridor.

Was it something I said...? I quickly follow after her. While following Pamela, I notice that none of the lights in the mansion are on. After a minute or so, Pamela stops and briskly turns around.

"This is Lady Anastasia's chamber. Go in quietly."

"A-alright."

I put my hand on the door handle and gently turn it, stepping in quietly. I close the door behind me and see Anastasia sitting up in her bed. On the left side of the room, there's a balcony, with sunlight streaming in.

Anastasia is wearing pink, silk pajamas that match her long, red-auburn hair, which seem to be in need of a brushing. Anastasia keeps staring vacantly out the window, before slowly turning her head and seeing me. She blinks, and then her eyes slowly widen in surprise, and a mixture of relief and joy passes through her face.

"Celine!"

She jumps out of the bed and quickly embraces me. I feel her hands wrap around my back, and her face breathing next to my ear.

"You came back...I'm so glad...!"

Her voice sounds full of relief, and tears start falling out of her eyes, as she silently weeps onto my shoulder.

A) You feel relieved and say, "I'm back" while embracing her as well.
B) You feel worried and ask, "What's wrong, Anne?" while stepping away from her embrace.

C: Comfort her and then go to shower then to bed.

There are choices now! And no, that choice still doesn't make sense.

Fuck it all to hell, I'll make the choice. It's C, a choice no one has ever heard of and that was so great, it killed the other people who tried to translate it into English. Fortunately, I have succeeded where they did not, by being fabulous.

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I take it all in. Anastasia's breath, her strands of long hair dangling on my face, her warmth and the wet tears slowly seeping into my shoulder. The dark mansion and it's twisting hallways and narrow corridors. It all reminds me of...

"Celine?"

"Erm, hey, Anne. Could we sit down?"

Anastasia wipes her tears away and says,

"Yea, sure."

She goes back to her bed and I pull up a chair beside it. But before I can sit down, my legs lose strength and I fall to the floor.

"O-ouch..."

"Celine?!"

The room is suddenly spinning, and the last thing I see before losing conciousness is Anastasia's worried face.

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"Celine? Are you awake? I've got water and medicine for you. Please be awake, Celine."

A) '...I can't move my body.'
B) "Yea...I'm awake."

B (required additional words for post).

I chose B.

Keep writhing it. Its enjoyable to read and making us to decide the small things that changes the outcome a bit its wonderful.

I chose A.

Hey guys, I earnestly implore you to go A, dammit.

....A I choose Yo-

B.

B. And goddamnit guys I wanted that molestation D:

I choose A

Ugh, sorry fellas, I wanted to delete and rewrite that last post. It is not of the quality that I uphold myself to, and I might've been brain dead when I wrote that...I apologize.

Fucking A!

Heyo everybody. I rewrote everything. You might notice some small or big differences. And now here's the next entry, you all voted B, to be awake.

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"Yea...I'm awake."

"You really scared me there for a second, Celine."

"Sorry..."

"Here, take this medicine."

Anastasia puts two different pills in my hand and a cup of water in my other hand. I put the pills in my mouth and drink them down, before noticing Anastasia staring at my chest and I ask,

"Hey...why are you blushing?"

"N-no reason!"

"...Did you touch my breasts while I was unconcious?"

"W-why, I would never do such an indecent thing!"

"Anne, please show me I can trust you."

"...Yes, I did touch them. I have to say, they may be small, but they're quite perky."

"Thank you for the compliment. Please don't ever do it again."

Anastasia moves a bit closer.

"What if we become lovers?"

"I... That's what I'm...here to talk about, Anne."

"..."

Anastasia just sits there and stares at me, but I can see the despair in her eyes.

"I've actually...decided to go out with Tsubaki."

Anastasia bites her lip and looks like she's about to scream something, but tears just well up in her eyes, and she cries onto the bed, onto my lap.

"...Anne, I'm sorry. I...I do love you. If you had asked first, I might've gone out with you instead."

She shakes her head, and continues to cry. I can't help but put my hand over her head and softly stroke her hair. I sit there, patiently, waiting for Anastasia to cry to her heart's content...

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"Let's just be friends, Anne."

"...Okay. But you'll always be my first love, Celine."

"Well, who knows. Maybe something might happen between Tsubaki and I."

Anastasia shakes her head and gives a small wistful smile.

"No, you two are perfect for each other. I wish you two the very best."

"Thank you, Anne..."

I hug her, and she hugs me back.

"I should be going now, sorry, Anne."

"Why are you saying sorry... I will see you tomorrow, Celine."

"See you tomorrow, Anne."

The sun has already set. Pamela tells me Tsubaki has already gone home. Anastasia and her three maids wave goodbye to me as I leave the mansion, and I wave back. Anastasia must be heartbroken, but it seems she's getting over it. I wish there was something I could do, but, there isn't. All I can do is hope she can find someone else to love. Now then, it's time to go check out the crime scene. I call Melinda and tell her where to meet me.

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"Oh, hey, it's the girls from yesterday."

"Hello, Mr. Police Officer."

"Good afternoon, ladies. You feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you for asking. Could I ask you a few questons about the murders going on?"

"Sure, why not. You're not gonna learn much more than what's already in the newspapers, though."

"Is it true the only traceable thing is the hair color?"

"Yes. The victims all seem to be random, but there is a small trend of that platinum blonde hair color, that you happen to have, young lady."

"I'll be sure to stay safe."

"You be sure to do that, young lady. Honestly, the killer is making us all look like bumbling chimps. We haven't gotten any closer to catching him or her, and the victims just keep piling up. Just make you're always with somebody, alright?"

"Yes, sir. Also, is it true about the killer's brutality?"

"Oh boy, it's not just blood splatterings everywhere, all of the corpses are found drained of their blood, I tell you what."

"What?! Are you serious?!"

"Oh, isn't that in the newspapers?"

"No."

"...Well, keep it to yourself! I don't want to get fired!"

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Melinda and I are eating together in a small restaurant, while I ask her some questions.

"Well, that police officer recognized you, so your story definitely checks out."

"Whew. What a. Relief."

"What do you think about the murders?"

"Well, I found out. About the victims. Being drained of their. Blood from the pictures. I have."

"So, who's the killer? A vampire?"

"Haha. Maybe."

"That's really not funny..."

"I don't think. It's a vampire. At all, though."

Something doesn't feel right, like I'm forgetting something. I take out my I.D. and look at what it says. Celony...Dallen, is what it says.

"Oh. What's wrong, Celine?"

A) "Something's wrong."
B) "Nothing's wrong."

A, freaking A....Please A.

You have to explain what's wrong. I recommend looking back.

About the ID, or even further back? >.>

What was the first thing Melinda called you?

a because melinda knew her name even though she has another name in her id