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Maisie tensed up as things started getting heated, squeezing tightly onto the pipes with a whimper. She shivered as some rust from the pipes started draining into her hand, making her quickly let go. If things were going to get bad, it was best she get the hell out of here. Her fight or flight ...

Maisie didn't give a damn about that hockey crap, but she wasn't complaining about the food she'd been blessed with. Dumpster diving was a lot easier to go through with than begging, and sometimes it was faster too! Food was so much better when you worked for it, even if it stunk you out sometimes ...

RECORD OF PERSON OR PERSONS UNDER SUSPICION OF THE D.U.P
Name: Maisie Ryder
Age: 17
Appearance: 5'7'', frail looking. Generally wears red converse boots, a long skirt, a white t-shirt and a green military jacket. Can vary from clean looking to unwashed.
Very pale skin, long dark brown hair ...

Makoto gasped, one minute she was falling and the next she was in a completely unfamiliar place. Gasping, she fell down to her knees, stopping herself by pushing her hands against the ground. This was a feeling that was getting all too familiar. Just like the other night. Looking up up to see Abel ...

Makoto huffed as she lay on her bad, looking up at her phone screen. This must have been some really elaborate joke that she wasn't in on. It was going on too long for her liking, so she rolled her eyes, beginning to type.

I want to see.

Scoffing to herself, she feels a bit dumb for writing ...

Makoto pouted as she watched him go. She figured she would start heading back to her own dorm. Seeing as her phone was going off like crazy, she took out her phone to see what was going on. She never really used her phone, so she wasn't really sure what was going on. She frowned to see that she had ...

Makoto felt her face go a little red once the eye patch was mentioned, looking away for a second before looking back up at him. "Maybe I did see you... I don't think after I could just ignore you guys after that dream." Although, she had planned to. Fate is very cruel.

She blinked, thinking for a ...

She grumbled. "How could a dream kill us?" She shook her head... It seems like he'd moved on from the topic already. "I'm a Senior... I dunno, I just thought I'd see you, or something." She folded her arms, watching him.

Makoto looked a little bit deflated, watching him talk about his dream... Something she had remembered just as well as he had. "...I hope it doesn't. You're acceptin' this pretty easily, even though you had it pretty bad." She was glad that she didn't have to deal with that herself, however. The ...

Makoto frowned too, shrugging. "Whatever it is it should stop soon. I'm so tired..." She looked to the floor for a second, and back up to Brendan, still not sure what to say to the fact that they had experienced the same thing, especially something as insane as that. "It's scary..."

Makoto's dumb look turned into an irritated one. The worst possible thing that could be happening was happening. She looked around to make sure no one was listening in, because she still didn't believe the situation or conversation herself. She wasn't sure how to react to this, especially in her ...

Makoto had noticed him, and had even considered trying to talk to him, until she heard him speak, making her freeze up and clench her hands. "E-Errr.." She blinked, taking a look of him up and down... She tried to look like she wasn't freaking out because someone had said words to her, so she ...

Makoto noticed Kiera walk by, but didn't really think to intervene. She didn't need any reminder of what happened last night, since apparently not even her own brain was letting her forget that. She wasn't sure why she was so obsessed... She huffed, not sure what to do with herself. She was pretty ...

Makoto was the loitering type. She was considering going to the clocktower, since it was peaceful, and kind of required after such an exhausting day. This voice in her head was starting to get on her nerves... She didn't think she'd be so obsessed with a dream, even though there's a part of her that ...

Makoto just quietly walked into the Velvet room, or at least what she thought it was. Surely, that Igor guy would have a way for her to get out of here and wake up. Or just leave her to sleep... She was still feeling funny about all of this. It was a long, vivid dream, but it was so rediculous, that ...

Makoto shook her head. "I don't want this dream again." Nervously, she took a few steps, seeing that it didn't make her slip at all. She felt like an idiot for not helping, but it seemed like they had it handled. She wasn't sure where she was walking, but she was walking there. A way out didn't ...

Makoto stood there, seeing all of this unfold in front of her eyes... Realising she hadn't actually contributed to that fight, pulling her collar a little... She just kept holding her Halberd and looked between everyone, and then the Personas. These dream was vivid, and very long. "We're fine." She ...

Makoto watched as the twisted version of her mother transformed into a beautiful fox woman. She seemed almost as familiar, but Makoto had no clue what was going on. Something about the being was extremely reassuring, as well as the strange stick that seemed to be in her hand. She turned to look at ...

Makoto watched as the tendrils slowly writhed and took shape, naturally taking the shape of her Mom. She grimaced. None of this was quite right... If this was a dream, it was about to take a very sour turn. Her mother had a wicked smile on her face, looking over at Makoto. Though this seemed a bit ...

Makoto blinked. If these people were real, that means she'd been talking to real people the whole time. She felt herself retreat back into her shell... But she was at least going to give an honest, but vague answer. "Uhhhh... I dunno. You could try these stairs..." She felt like she had said too ...

Makoto raised an eye-brow once the students that came reached the bottom... And herself, of course. This dream was starting to drag on, and was way too vivid. "Two?... Uhhh... I know this ain't real, but I'm startin' to get the feeling we shouldn't be messing about with uhhh..." She shut up, looking ...

Makoto shrugged, and would continue to go down the stairs. This was looking that ice rink alright. No doubt that those two were down here, too... She picked up the pace, getting a little excited. It was totally because she wanted to have normal dreams, and not because she wanted to see what was ...

"It's not real. Don't you wanna' see what's down here?..." She looked back a bit, before taking a step or two outside. Stairways... She was barely in the mood for a conversation, let alone listening to an argument between some girl and this long-nosed weirdo. She shrugged, and started to make her ...

Makoto grumbled, looking backwards at the others. That kid was talking about his mom... Hmm. She sighed in response. Maybe this was realer than she thought, but... "It's a dream." She winced a little, remembering that that guy just hit his face off the floor. Poor guy...

But this wasn't real. "If ...

Makoto watched everything unfold. The crystal ball, the events inside it and the two doors that had just been explained to them. This dream was really vivid. But Igor kept insisting that it was in some kind of in-between world. She huffed. "Why even give us the bad choice?" She huffed, standing up ...