From: redwritinghood	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	The Big Ball Drop - Sibyl/Open

There were minutes left before the ball dropped. Nearly everyone who cared, or knew what time it was, was gathered in the living room to watch it on Sam's TV. Sibyl was standing towards the back, barely able to see the television between the shoulders of people in front of her.

She had the feeling earlier that something was just going to go wrong. It was a feeling she felt often and usually amounted to nothing, but it reappeared as she stood amidst the crowd. Then she felt it. Sibyl felt that pulling at the back of her subconscious that warned her that something, or someone, was trying to get through. Trying to say something.

Not here. Not now. Not here. The words went through her head in panic. Her eyes went wide and she looked around for a pen and paper. It figured that the one time she didn't believe she needed it, she left it behind. The sensation was coming on far too quick for her to stop. Too quick for her to get somewhere to write.

Before she could do much else, it hit. The cup of water in her hand fell to the floor as the panic faded from her face to be replaced with a look that was rather blank. Sibyl struggled to keep herself aware, to find someone to help. She reached over and grabbed the shirt of the person next to her.

Sibyl only managed two words before her world went blank and she just stood there, frozen and expressionless. "Paper. Pen."

	From: studiesallnight	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:37 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

At this point in the evening, Bekka was rather sloshed, so when she was grabbed by Sibyl, it took every ounce of her heavy boots to keep them below her and her head above them.

"Wha-what?"

Of course she had her notebook and pens on her (when did she not?) But to just, hand it over without any good reason, no matter how weird the girl was acting, might be a bit much.

"Why do you need that?"

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 27th, 2010 09:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

If Sibyl had been able to roll her eyes, she would have. As it was, the redhead wasn't able to do much of anything. While the ball hit and struck the new year, her brown eyes simply stared blankly ahead. She was oblivious to the people cheering and laughing around them. Her mouth hung open, moving slightly as if attempting to say words that wouldn't come out.

Sibyl's hand unlatched from Bekka's shirt moments before she fell onto her knees with a hard sound against the hardwood floor. One hand on the floor, not noticing the puddle caused by the spilled water, kept her upright. The other hand idly groped for what she had asked for.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: December 27th, 2010 10:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

"Jesus fuck-" was Bekka's only response to the crack that came from Sibly's landing. "What the fuck, the fuck are you doing? The fuck?" Clearly, liquor made Bekka oh so verbose.

"Here- fuck here." Turning her precious book to the very last few pages, she pushed it into Sibly's hand's pathway. "Just don't get it fucking wet. Jesus Christ."

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 27th, 2010 10:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

Sibyl's hand moved around until Bekka pushed the pad to where she could feel it. Almost as if she was actively behind the wheel, she pulled the notebook closer before fumbling to find the pen that went with it. Luckily for Bekka, her other hand remained in the water and did not go to the book.

The redhead's blank face continued to look straight ahead, towards the television and tilted slightly to the side, although her hand moved on the paper. It started with a series of loops, each connected to one another.

Then the words began coming. They came in cursive, each word connected to the last as if she was unable to lift the pen between each. It didn't even lift from the paper as she moved down to another line. One short sentence. Then two. Each were repeated in succession even as she began to run out of that sheet of paper.

"Nature had no part in little master's death. Fear those of the cross.."

	From: studiesallnight	Date: December 27th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

"What the fuck?" Have a few more F-Bombs there Sibyl, you've earened them. Squatting down, or as much of a squat as she could manage, Bekka joined her on the floor.

"What the fuck are you writing? The cross? Well fucking duh. Fuck little? What the f-"

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 27th, 2010 10:40 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

Over and over the words were repeated up until she ran out of paper. It was a lucky thing for Sam that pen normally didn't write well on hardwood, as Sibyl's hand continued to write right off the page and onto the floor. Her hand shook, the handwriting grew worse the further she went, and a few tears fell down her cheeks as her breath came quite close to hyperventilation.

Then her hand stopped. Just ceased to move as she practically froze in place. The shaking from her hand seemed to encompass her whole body after a moment, and the pen soon fell out of her hand.

Sibyl let out a shuddering breath as if she was expelling something from her. As soon as that breath left her, Sibyl crumpled to the floor.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: December 27th, 2010 10:52 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka

As soon as her book appeared safe, Bekka reached over to snatch it up and out of the crazy girl's reach. When the girl fell over Bekka jumped back, or well. Stumbled back as much as possible in her current state.

"Jesus fuck!" She yelled, "Someone get a doctor! Get a fucking ambulance! Fuck get a fuck!"

	From: anastas	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka/Anastas/Sunny

Stas was busy kissing Sunny, but then Bekka started panicking. He made a bee-line over to Sibyl's prone body and gently lifted her into his arms, her head cradled against his shoulder. "She is fine," he said quietly, though he didn't know if that was true. He figured the redhead wouldn't want a whole hubbub of attention to ruin the party.

He started to carry her out of the crowded room and turned to his girlfriend. "Sunny, will you see if Sam has a spare bed? I am bringing her upstairs for now."

	From: soleada	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka/Anastas/Sunny

Sunny only nodded before remembering that she knew Sam's house just as well as any of his other friends. "I know where she can lay down," she said racing up behind him. "Go left at the top of the stairs, Sam's room is the first door. He has two beds in there."

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:20 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka/Anastas/Sunny

It seemed, for the most part, that Sibyl was fine. Her breathing had fallen into a relaxed pace since she passed out. Her hand and one leg was a little wet due to the spilled water but the girl seemed fine.

The only noise she made as she was carried upstairs was a small whimper, though she'd never remember she made it. She'd be lucky if she didn't remember anything at all, including what was written on the paper in Bekka's notepad.

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:45 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

Seeing a bit of a commotion, Vinnie made his way over to where the small group of people had gathered. Not knowing what was going on, and well, wanting to, he came in closer. Noting that it was Sibyl in some sort of trouble, his face immediately became concerned.

"Hey, what happened? She alright?" He liked Sibyl, thought she was a sweet girl, and sincerely hoped that this wasn't some sort of party prank gone horribly wrong.

	From: studiesallnight	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

By this point, Bekka had gotten back to her feet and tucked her book back in it's proper place in the small of her back to be found later on in the next day. Looking over to Vinnie, and the rest of the crowd gathering around the two girls Bekka shrugged, reeking of liquor.

"She just, fucking passed out and freaked out and fuck- what the hell is wrong with her? ...fucking gingers."

	From: anastas	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Bekka/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

"She is perfectly fine," Stas replied offering Bekka a stern look. He enjoyed drunks, but not hysterical drunks. He turned to Vinnie. "I will bring her upstairs." Then looked to Sunny. "We will sit with her until she recovers." Having Sunny with him was just as much insurance for him as it was for everyone else. He didn't need Sunny worried that he'd be doing something awful to a passed out girl, not that he would.

Stas didn't wait for answers. He started pushing through the crowd and up the stairs toward Sam's bedroom.

	From: soleada	Date: December 28th, 2010 01:35 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

Sunny nodded and pushed him through the crowd toward the staircase. Once upstairs she turned the door knob and pointed to the extra bed. "There, lay her down there," she said pulling back the blankets and stumbling around a bit in the dark.

She flicked on the light. "Is she burning up?"

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: December 28th, 2010 01:37 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

Stas wasn't exactly making Vinnie feel welcome here, so he didn't go right up with them. Instead, he went up slowly. Seeing the door to the room they went into, Vinnie decided to hang out outside and out of sight until he knew more of what was going on. Sipping at his water, he leaned against the wall to wait and see.

	From: anastas	Date: December 28th, 2010 01:46 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

Stas pressed the back of his hand to Sibyl's forehead. She didn't feel warm. "I think she is okay. Maybe she became too hot in the crowd." He hadn't seen the whole situation play out and could only make assumptions.

He pulled up the chair from Sam's desk and set it next to the bed. Taking the seat next to Sibyl he looked up at Sunny. He smiled at the way the bit of moonlight streaking through the curtains hit her features. "I am sorry for volunteering you to sit with me up here. We will miss the party."

	From: soleada	Date: December 28th, 2010 02:03 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

Sunny sat on the bed next to Sibyl, she didn't know her well other than that she had dated Sam for a little while. Barely knowing the girl wasn't about to stop her from helping out. She smiled over at Stasi, it was nice to see him helping, letting that sensitive side show. "It's okay," she shrugged, going back to fussing over Sibyl, checking her pulse. Sibyl seemed to be coming down from whatever it was.

She checked for any medical bracelets. "We might have to call someone if she doesn't wake up soon," she said concerned. "Maybe we should get a cold towel," she suggested.

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 28th, 2010 02:19 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny

The one major downside from passing out, aside from the act of passing out itself, was the aftermath. The humiliation of having a spell in the middle of a huge group of people was the worst. The worst upon her coming to, however, was the headache.

Sibyl was first aware that there were voices, and not as many as there should have been in the living room. The more aware she became, the more she felt the pounding in her head. A low groan escaped her before she gingerly moved a hand to her head. After a moment, her eyes cracked open.

This definitely wasn't the living room.

	From: anastas	Date: December 28th, 2010 02:42 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny

He couldn't decide if he minded the way Sunny had turned him into a fluffy bunny, a caring, stand-up kind of guy. He was turning into a genuine champion of women. "There is a reason why I adore you so much," he said reaching over to squeeze her hand.

"Maybe we should ask her what she would like," he added with a slight smirk as Sibyl began to stir. He turned to her and asked quietly: "how are you? Can we get you something?"

	From: soleada	Date: December 28th, 2010 02:48 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny

Sunny smiled and squeezed his hand back. She wans't distracted by him for too long when she realized Sibyl was awake. She shifted a little, ready to get whatever the other girl needed. "Do you remember what happened?"

	From: redwritinghood	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:01 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny

It took a moment for Sibyl's head to clear enough for her to actually answer. For a few moments she was paranoid that if she tried, all that would come out would be complete garble. "I'm alright."

When those two words came out well enough, she glanced between the two other people in the room and continued. Slowly, but she answered. "Not... really. I think I had another spell." Never mind what kind of spell. "It happens occasionally. Come to with a headache. Ibuprofen and water usually works." There. Sibyl figured she covered the questions.

	From: anastas	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:11 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny

"I am familiar with this feeling," Stas replied with a bit of a grin. He didn't think this had anything to do with drinking too much, but his experience was just about the same. "I am betting Vinnie would get her some water. If he is still hovering just outside the door," he said to Sunny with a knowing look. He hadn't meant to be so harsh earlier; he found that in situations where split decisions had to be made it was easier to take charge and kick everyone else out of the way.

	From: soleada	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

"Good call," she stood up and peeked out the door. "Vinnie! Can you get a glass of water? There's a bathroom right down the hall, there should be a medicine cabinet. Can you try to scrounge up some Ibuprofen?"

	From: che_bel_viso	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:28 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sibyl/Anastas/Sunny/Vinnie

He had been standing there lost in thought as he listened to what there was to listen to. So having Sunny poke her head out the door and call to him made him start.

"WHA- Yeah! Sure, ok. I can totally do dat. You got it." He pushed off the wall to go toward the bathroom and look for what he needed.