A Modern Haunting - ADV. LiT. summary included; TS p.47

Have you seen any of the movies that inspired this roleplay?

I've seen "Dark House"	0.0%	[ 0 ]
I've seen "The Rite"	5.1%	[ 2 ]
I've seen "A Haunting in Connecticut" doc/movie	10.3%	[ 4 ]
I've seen 2/3	7.7%	[ 3 ]
I've seen all of the movies	12.8%	[ 5 ]
I haven't seen any of them.	64.1%	[ 25 ]
Total Votes:			[ 39 ]

[IdiosyncraticQuirks]

Raven had been a bit spooked by what had happened in the bathroom when she’d had her lunch with Charlie. After all it wasn’t every day you saw blood pouring out of the sink in the bathroom of the local diner where you were eating. It had turned her stomach and she had gone back to Charlie and the interviewer’s telling them she had to leave. Something was wrong, incredibly so there was so much going on in this town her senses were off the charts. She’d gone to her little home she kept in Brookshire since it was one of the few places she actually spent enough time to own a home, and got settled with her books. Much like the Town Historian she had kept thorough and detailed notes of everything she knew to be going on and she looked them all over intently trying to figure out exactly what was happening. She needed to pinpoint where this was coming from, or what this was coming from. She had informed the Vatican she was convinced there was an extreme demonic presence here but she was certain they could handle it. How one small town wound up this filled up with a demonic presence was confusing. She had to wonder if there wasn’t something in Brookshire’s history that lead it to having such a heavy supernatural presence. Something was coming, and it was going to be ugly.

Waking up with a start when he phone started to ring, she had fallen asleep under a mountain of paperwork because after being up for hours she had passed out in the middle of her research. That happened to the best of people unfortunately. Yawning she rubbed her eyes realizing she had just streaked make up across her face she made a soft noise of annoyance. Sitting up and grabbing her phone she hit talk, all the while stifling a yawn. “Raven Cross.” Sitting up bolt right when she heard the voice of his holiness on the other line she blinked a few times trying to register that her actual boss, the man hand chosen by the College of Cardinals, the Pope was speaking to her over the phone. She was one of the few women in the world the Pope would ever actually pick up the phone and call, and if he was calling her he was worried. He’d only ever called her twice before this time when she had been on a job and it had never been pretty when he phoned. “Your Holiness this is unexpected.” Chewing on her lower lip she sat down in a clear chair and crossed her pajama clad legs over each other listening to him. “Yes sir, I know my being held up here is inconvenient, and I’m sure there is another demonologist who could go to Peru. Your Holiness, I’m truly concerned about Brookshire, there’s something here, and I can’t put my finger on it but it’s bad.” She paused in her explanation about why she was drawing out her presence here when the Pope began to sound concerned that it would be too much for the priests in Brookshire to handle. “Yes sir, no that won’t be necessary I believe the priests here to be capable we don’t need to send the Cardinal out.” She paused again when he asked her to keep him informed, and inquired about her safety. She was a valuable asset to the Vatican and the Pope knew it, all of them did. Women didn’t typically hold such valuable positions but there was no one better than Raven n Demonology, and more than that with her ability to speak multiple languages without the use of an interpreter she was invaluable. “Yes of course I’ll keep you informed your holiness. Of course. I’m safe please don’t worry about me Holy Father, sending Richard to Peru is an excellent idea.” Closing her eyes as the Pope began to pray for her in latin over the phone, she mouthed the words to the Our Father, smiling faintly thankful for the Pope’s blessing. When he was done they said their goodbyes and she hung up.

Looking around the room a chill went up her spine, something about the phone call not sitting right with her, his Holiness sounded afraid, and for him to try and pull her out like that. There was something wrong, and something big was coming her hunch had been right. Standing up she stared at the phone in her hand and went to her contacts and began scrolling through them. Her finger hovered over Charlie’s name and she debated about calling him, but he might be busy and she didn’t want to be a bother. So instead she selected his name and hit text. Her thumbs immediately flying over the touch screen.

To: Charlie
From: Raven
Message: Charlie I just got a weird phone call
The Vatican called and it was his Holiness
He sounded worried
I’m starting to think whatever is here in Brookshire
It’s bad
I can feel it and I’m actually kind of scared
We need to talk, I need your help

Sending the message off Raven got up and headed in to the bathroom, stripping off her pajama’s she started up the shower looking at herself in the mirror. Sighing at her disheveled appearance she began stripping off her make up so it wouldn’t smear worse in the shower. Climbing in she let the hot water run over her frame, staring at the tiled walls of her shower thinking quietly. What could possibly be here that would scare the Pope? It had to be big but unless the Anti-Christ himself was being born in Brookshire she couldn’t imagine it would be that bad. Sighing she began working up a lather of shampoo in to her hair, a little afraid to even be in the water after the blood incident in the diner. It had spooked her, it wasn’t the first time that had happened but it still freaked her out every time it happened. Rinsing out her hair, she ran conditioner through it in order to keep it soft and smooth waiting a few minutes, taking the time to wash herself off, before rinsing it out. Getting out of the shower, she towel dried her chocolate brown curls, looking herself over in the mirror, her dark blue eyes searching for answers.

Raven dressed herself and did her makeup, her standard black eyeliner and red lipstick, before wandering in to her living room and pulling her favorite tall black boots on over her skinny jeans. Zipping the boots up she grabbed her leather jacket and her purse and headed out. Locking up her house, she decided to forgo getting in her car. Checking her phone, she still hadn’t heard back from Charlie. She had no food in the house, and she was starving having not eaten in what seemed like days. She’d been nauseous after the incident at the diner, and that was the last time she could actually remember being near food. Walking down the street, a soft breeze blew past ruffling her still damp curls and she looked around, feeling like she was being watched. This place was making her paranoid she needed to wrap whatever this was up and soon, this constant sense of impending doom was seriously making her crazy. Looking over her shoulder, just to assuage her paranoia, she nearly leapt out of her skin when she swore she saw something behind her, a black face with no discernible features just like a gaping hole hovering over her shoulder. She didn’t scream merely drew in a sharp breath and then it was gone. Blinking a few times she shook her head, her heart racing in her body, her fight or flight instinct having flared up making her feel like she needed to run. Shivering a bit from an unknown chill she stared at the sidewalk and took several deep breaths. “You are not going crazy, this happens when you’re working. You know this, you’re a walking target because you’re a threat. But it’s okay, it can’t hurt you. You have the tools to protect yourself. You’re fine. Calm down Rae Rae.” Talking in a deep breath through her nose she exhaled through her mouth having no idea if what she’d just seen had been real or in her head because she was getting nervous. Licking her lips she nodded when she was steady and walked confidently out from her street and out on to the main drag. Standing at the stop light holding her purse strap in her hand. Trying to decide if she wanted a burger or Chinese food. Whispering under her breath while she stood there. “Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name. They Kingdom come they will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.” After all, a little prayer hurt nobody and she was sure she was going to need it.

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∞ иow ωearing : clothes - Even when you scolded me I felt it special.
сøṃε αṉḋ ƒïṉḋ ṃε : On the Main Street on the Corner
ώhø ï'ṃ ώïτh: ????
∞ σut σf ¢haracter : xxx

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[mokiepuppymaster]

ємιℓєє ѕαуѕ: xxxxxxxxxxxxx so, I'm going to the Haunted House. Hope it's scary.xxxxxx
∂ση’т ѕαу ι’м συт σƒ тσυ¢н ° ωιтн тнιѕ яαмραηт ¢нασѕ ° уσυя яєαℓιту

"ℳḯмṧʏ"
Eᴍɪʟᴇᴇ Sɪᴍᴏɴᴇ Yᴏᴜɴɢ
ｔｈｅ ｏｄｄ ｏｎｅ ｏｕｔ

ι кησω ωєℓℓ ωнαт ℓιєѕ вєуση∂ му ѕℓєєριηg яєƒυgє • тнє ηιgнтмαяє ι вυιℓт му σωη ωσяℓ∂ тσ єѕ¢αρє

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While standing on the outside of Carter's bedroom door, Emilee found herself fighting the urge to look over her shoulder. Her hand remained shaped as a fist as it hovered against the wooden door. She waited a few seconds before knocking again. And then he suddenly opened the door and pulled her inside before closing the door behind them. Everything about this was like something you would expect a fugitive to accomplish. That or the lead characters of some cliche-teen flick. He asked her if she wanted to go through with their plan. She nodded, before remembering that speaking was probably the more appropriate way to answer. "Yeah," she softly told him before moving over to the window and looking out, before looking back at him. He climbed out first, and Emilee watched him carefully. Once he was on the ground, she carefully climbed out as well. She was nervous, but not petrified. If she fell, the worst that would happen is that she would break her legs. That, or possibly her arms. Fortunately her brother helped her down to the ground, so that she wouldn't fumble too much with the drain pipe.

Once she was safe on the ground, she dusted herself off and started walking with her brother. She occasionally sneaked glances over at Carter, but when he started speaking, her gaze snapped in front of herself once more. He asked if she was ready to get the "pants scared off of her". A light laugh broke from her lips. She wanted to ask him if he knew who she was, but knew that there was a high chance he wasn't serious. "Nothing scares me," she told him, "Well, unless it's a thousand year old demonic entity that's sealed away in some god forsaken totem...even that wouldn't scare me. Maybe startle me, but not scare me." She was being weird. She could feel it...but Carter wouldn't judge her. At least she never felt that he had in the past...but then again, Carter was becoming slightly more popular. Chances were he was going to turn into some kind of ******** conformist. After all, he was a boy...and probably would do whatever he could to have sex with pretty girls. She wondered if he had already selected the girls he wanted to deflower (then again, they probably were sluts and had lost their virginities at age thirteen).

"Wait, what about Landon?" she asked, hoping that he would repeat himself. Ah, that's right, meeting him. Well, she wasn't sure if she was supposed to tell anyone, but this was Carter. He was her brother. That meant that he was in a category above the standard "anyone". "Yeah, technically," she answered. "I'm supposed to borrow a book from him. Beyond that, there's really nothing that I can benefit from him." She didn't mind Landon's company, but she alreay knew that he had better things than to hang out with people like her. Most the general population of the school did. She was ok with that, because she didn't need people. She didn't friends. Mimsy valued her own independence. It was only during her solitude that she was able to think. "Why?" He went on to mention how he didn't want to be a buzzkill, and that he didn't want her to get hurt. She wanted to ask him why he bothered. "I'm not afraid of Landon," she admitted. "I'm not throwing myself at him, or wanting to have any form of real connection with him. All I want is the book." She wasn't like the desperate girls who fawned over Landon. There were girls who sadistically wanted him to abuse them. Mimsy wanted none of that.

"I am well aware of the risks of being around him. Just as I suppose he's well aware of the risks of being around me," she lightly laughed before smiling over in the direction of her brother. "I hear the things the kids at our school say about me. They think I abuse animals and want to use a child for a blood ritual....it's...amusing...I suppose-- but yeah, stopping to change into my costume would be cool. But where?" She stopped walking and looked around. Personally she didn't have friends, so it wasn't like she could suggest anyone's house. Unless her brother wanted them to change outside. She tightened her grip on the straps of her backpack as her gaze trailed down to the ground. "Hey, but I was wondering...so, that Quinn-girl...do you want to have sex with her?" Perhaps the question was a little off the wall and out of place. She couldn't help that she felt a pang of jealousy when it came to Quinn. She knew that she was only friends with her brother and there was nothing weird if Carter had a crush on the girl. After all, Carter was her brother.

"We don't have to enter at the same time," she added without giving him any form of eye contact. She kept her voice low and a very even tone. Then again, she rarely spoke louder than a whisper. "I don't want everyone to ruin your chances. I mean...she's pretty, so I could see why you would want to sleep with her. " Maybe that was the whole normal "teenaged" thing. Maybe it was weird that Mimsy wasn't in a rush to jump in bed with anyone. The idea of anyone seeing her without clothes made her feel nervous, uneasy and sick to her stomach. She knew she would probably be that one incapable who would mess up the entire process only to have to apologize for the awkwardness afterward. She was already well aware that she wasn't a normal girl. She drew her cellphone out of her pocket and looked to see that she did in fact have a text message from Landon. It was sort of weird to have any messages in general in her inbox. Typically the only person who texted her was Carter. There were things about his text message that she didn't fully understand, like the part about "I was there that first night after all". She thought tonight was the only haunted house event. Then there was another part of the text message...the oogling and hand holding part.

"There are new rumors, aren't there?" she suddenly asked. "About Landon and myself, I mean. " She didn't know how to reply to his text message. She was half tempted to write out a simple, "OK". "It's comical to even think that someone would suggest such a thing...in regards to sexuality...Landon only associates himself with slutty bitches. I'm nothing like Carissa or Izy."

To: Landon
From: Mimsy

Do you have the diary? And no worries
it takes a lot to scare me.






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ѕωαℓℓσωє∂ υρ ιη тнє ѕσυη∂ σƒ му ѕ¢яєαмιηg • ¢αηησт ¢єαѕє ƒσя тнє ƒєαя σƒ ѕιℓєηт ηιgнтѕ • σн, нσω ι ℓσηg ƒσя тнє ∂єєρ ѕℓєєρ • ∂яєαмιηg тнє gσ∂∂єѕѕ σƒ ιмαgιηαяу ℓιgнт
(ραρєя ƒℓσωєяѕ)
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συт-σƒ-¢нαяα¢тєя» ooc
му-ѕтуℓє» coming soon
GpS» On the street
¢σмραηу» Carter

[rajio_obake]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMany times I've walked the line

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI've rolled the dice and questioned my life

xxxxxxxxxxxxMany times I sacrificed and dealt with the pain

xxxxxxxxI've been down this road before

xxxxxxxxxxxxWhere the dead ends are, it rains and it pours

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI've been down below and it's the price that I paid

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI know how it feels when you have to start again

xxxxBut they'll see

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This was ridiculous.

You do something good and you expect karma to repay you and instead it slaps you clear across the face. At least the town had some good old haunted house entertainment to look forward to. It was a perfect example of American Horror from the eighties. Safe to say as the days drew near to halloween Quin and him had started marathoning horror movies. It was family bonding. As well as educational for him. American horror in the eighties was almost comedic, you have your Freddy or your Halloween chasing teens. And god forbid you have sex in an american horror movie because you’ll obviously be the first to die. While in contrast European horror during the eighties was more about the uncertainty, Spoorloos or more so known by it’s english title ‘The Vanishing‘ was a a Dutch-French horror that he was surprised actually caused Quin to squirm.. She denied it but maybe it was his fatherly instincts actually kicking in. When he asked what it was that frightened her... She tried to protest that she wasn’t really frightened but it was knowing or the possible knowing of what was going to happen. They watched the American version of ‘The Vanishing‘ it had the same director and yet a different outcome. Maybe that was because the author of the book the movie was based off of wasn’t a screenplay writer in the American version like he was the Dutch-French. Yet when he asked Quin what she thought... She said the ending felt almost forced compared to the original. And Vlad believed he could see that as well... It was almost like American culture required that a film have a happy ending and yet it seemed to ruin the horror outcome of a classic.

It had him stumped with his own book as he wanted to continue to write and like it was inevitable writer’s block ensued. Recently the land of horror lied somewhere in torture porn. The Saw movies and Hostel. They came into popularity post 9/11 due to the fear of biopolitics. “The government controlling the decision making of the citizens.” And like Vlad commented it was like porn. It had the build up... the execution... then the downplay. But what Hostel failed to do in comparison to Saw was that there was no build up. They assumed if they just flung gore and bits in the face of the audience they’d scare them... And it didn’t scare them as much as it made them queasy. It was for these factors alone that had him super-critiquing his work. Was he throwing too much in his audiences face? Was the build-up holding up to horror standards? Yes he knew he was holding himself up to high standards but he believed he had to... He couldn’t suffer another book flop.

And then his desktop computer crashed... Some would claim unexpectedly but he saw one of the worker’s the Producer hired to deck up the halls unplug something he shouldn’t have unplug and then play it off like a mere accident from a spooky house. The guy was lucky Vlad had a back up on his portable hard drive that he could just plug into his laptop but still it got under Vlad’s skin, yeah he took a to go bag and said he was fine with the decorations but he didn’t want to return to a house that looked it suffered from a teenage after party. He hoped clean up was included... Maybe he should’ve checked on that...

In his state of overdrive he was about ready to head to the store and stock up on milk and bread... Worst case scenarios playing through his head. Like his daughter starving or needing to go to the hospital? Was it a full moon? He didn’t really go out of his way to check moons but he knew the crazies came out during full moons. Add in the fact it’s deadman’s halloween and well... He was just stressed about his deadline thats all. And the later it got the worse off it got.

He had his laptop faithfully strapped to the side, it was a good thing to say the least. Lest some delinquent think he could steal it and make off with it for half-price. Errands... Errands... He had to remind himself he had errands to run. If his house was a haunted house this evening and tomorrow, did that mean he didn’t need to make a last minute buy of snack size candy? “Highly doubtful.” he commented to himself in a low whisper. Stopping by his new favourite coffee shop he order a large pumpkin spice carmel latte. Vlad felt he needed the caffeine to keep himself going and he would’ve sat down only they mentioned to him they were closing thirty minutes early to get ready. Ready for what? He sighed and didn’t dare question it. However the moment he took a step outside he felt like a bad father because he didn’t even offer to get his daughter a drink. He turned around ready to go back inside to place a quick order only to have the door locked right before his eyes. An exasperated sigh he shook his head and dug his phone out to check on his daughter. Wasn’t there a curfew in order for teenagers or was that something he dreamed up deja vu style?

to:: Quin
from:: Dad
message:: Hey do you want me to pick
you up anything before the stores clothes?
Just say the word.

Maybe it was slightly ironic that the writer didn’t even notice his phone autocorrected him when he tried to write, close.

The wind chill was very aggravating, yet it reminded him of Illinois. And more importantly it reminded him why he left the north for sunny California and now look at him. Moved back up, maybe even further north and his hands were freezing.. Well the hand that wasn’t holding the coffee was chilly... Maybe it had something to do with the fact as a kid he hardly used mittens or gloves when his parents said he should when making snowballs. His hands were just extra sensitive to the cold now? Glancing down at the winter dried knuckles... Maybe he was onto something. “Quin would probably want me to get some lotion... Do we have lotion?” He was veering off from his original plans... Vlad was procrastinating as bad a teen who had homework due the next day. Part of him wanted to focus and get his act together and just power on through... another part... wasn’t entirely sure he was ready for that...

Holding the coffee cup close to his lips he let out a sigh to cool it down. Taking a sip he walked down the street noting the streetlights as they turned on. ‘Streetlights look like ribs on my back? ... I could use that as a line somewhere.’ Stuffing his other hand into his pocket to keep it somewhat warm, he began his trek, casually glancing at people. For the most part, he didn’t think much about it. After the mayor’s dinner party... Learning the truth of the house he purchased... Vlad would say people fell under two categories, the kind who didn’t seem to mind so much... And then there were the extremes who ignored him as if he were the one who mutilated all those children years ago. If they didn’t want anyone to move into the house maybe they should’ve demolished it when they had the chance. Not now, oh god not now... All of his belongings and his small family’s belongings were in that house and he’d have to check his home owner’s insurance if something like that happened. That’s for sure.

As he walked further down the street he saw a woman standing on the corner of the street. The screenplay writer glanced around, just see if she were by herself. It looked so, and all he could see was her face looking down to the ground. Now Vlad couldn’t make out her lips, and maybe it was a misinterpretation of demeanor but he had to cross that street anyway to get to where he parked his car. So as he walked towards her he hesitated a bit before taking his free hand out of his pocket, not wanting to spook her he gently touched her shoulder before pulling her hand back, “Are you alright miss? Is anything the matter?” He quickly asked as he looked around before returning to look at the woman’s blue eyes. “Is there anything I can help you with or shall I shove off. I don’t wish to ruin your evening ma’am.” Maybe he should’ve left the woman well enough alone... Well too late the words were already out of his mouth.






Location;; On the Main Street on the Corner
Company;; Raven
Attire;; Brown Trenchcoat







I'm gonna get it all back
I'm gonna make a comeback this time

[psychotic__Gal]

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N i c o l e xxx{ A m b e r }xxx S u l l i v a n
• иιc • ѕυℓℓι • тнє тυтσя •
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“ιѕ тнєяє αиутнιиg ι cαи dσ fσя уσυ dєαя? ιѕ тнєяє αиуσиє ι cσυℓd cαℓℓ?"

x. . . яσυи∂ му нσмєтσωи
мємσяιєѕ αяє fяєѕн
яσυи∂ му нσмєтσωиxxxx
σн, тнє ρєσρℓє ι'νє мєт

Nicole looked around herself as she walked away from her car. There was not as much activity as there was when she met Rain here. There was a muted quality to it all. She frowned. This was another sign that people were leaving. Word of mouth was one, empty houses another, but this was just another sign. Nicole wondered how much longer she had until her father suggested they do the same. She had left the house without exactly informing him that she was going alone. She knew he wouldn’t exactly approve of that although she was an adult. She would not be alone for long, however. She looked up from her phone and saw her friend. She walked up to greet him.

Nicole studied her friend. He looked tired underneath his smile. No doubt his job and the loss of his child were weighing heavily on him. Nic knew that if she herself were struggling with the recent circumstances of Brookshire, Mal must have been struggling even more. Nic couldn’t begin to imagine how he was feeling. Not only was he trying to solve the case and prevent more people from dying but he was also most likely trying to cope with the loss of his daughter.

”Rain’s actually working right now and I didn’t want to get in the way.” She rolled her eyes good naturedly, ”Same goes for you though…I honestly didn’t expect to see you out of the office.” She added, ”Oh? Which deputy is it? Anyone I know?” Because of her relationship with the sheriff, she knew many of his deputies, ”Well, that’s good. I’m not sure if you could shoo me away with a line like that, anyway. Really? ”official business”? Does that even work?” If he were serious, it would work. She gave him a small smile. She wanted to ask him about his life but he beat her to it.

She really did not know how to answer Malcolm’s questions. Her personal life was a roller- coaster—the town’s disappearances, Rain’s appearance in Brookshire, Liam’s injury and his hospital stay, Rain’s proposal, April’s kiss…She didn’t know exactly where to start. It was all a mess. ”A bit of a roller-coaster, really.” She said truthfully, ”I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be a teacher and this town…well, you know what it’s like right now. Then, on the other side of things…Rain proposed.” She smiled, holding out her left hand. She was happy for that small light in the middle of the darkness. It seemed petty, or small compared to the real, horrifying state of the town. But sometimes…sometimes you had to focus on the brief happy moments than to focus on the grim big picture. ”I was thinking of heading to the Haunted House. What about you? Want to come with?” She asked, ”Deputy Vine can come too if She wants to.” When Nic heard they were still going through with the house, she had been surprised. It seemed morbid.

Nicole’s eyes rolled again with his chiding, ”Well, I figured that because I was coming to a public place, it would be okay.” She looked about herself as she said this. Some of the booths were empty. She sighed. ”I also knew I would meet someone I knew here.” She added, defensively, ”There was a very small chance that I wouldn’t meet someone here. And I drove here so that covers most of my alone time.” Again, her eyes rolled with the “Dad Look” Malcolm was wearing. She could remember many times where her father wore the same look. Perhaps it was a father’s burden.

Then Mal started in on her costume. ”Excuse me?” She responded with a laugh, ”Little Red Riding Hood did exactly as she was told. Her parents sent her to her grandmother’s house with a basket of supplies and she went. It was the wolf who spoiled everything by wanting what he couldn’t have.” She paused for a moment, thinking about the true meaning behind the fairy tale, ”I will give you, however, that this is probably the wrong costume choice considering we have a wolf in our midst…” She let that naturally lead her to the next point, ”Insensitivity aside, how is the investigation going? Any leads? Can I help?” She asked, ”Tell me about your life…how are you doing?” She knew Mal probably wanted to avoid this topic but she would not let him. Not this time. He couldn’t avoid this subject for much longer. Nicole knew from experience that one couldn’t avoid loss forever. It always caught up. Perhaps it was somewhat hypocritical of her considering she was avoiding her Liam situation.

"иσ, αиd тнαик уσυ, ρℓєαѕє мαdαм, ι αιи’т ℓσѕт, נυѕт ωαиdєяιиg"

. . . яσυи∂ му нσмєтσωи
мємσяιєѕ αяє fяєѕн
xxxxяσυи∂ му нσмєтσωи
σн, тнє ρєσρℓє ι'νє мєт. . .

ωнєяє :: The Festival ωιтн Malcolm
fєєℓιиg:: Mixed up, Concerned
ωєαяιиg :: Hey There Little Red Riding Hood
σσc:: Let me know if it needs changing.
I know it's a little short...and I'm sorry. D:

[rajio_obake]

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H E R E ' S x A x S T O R Y ,x JUST BARE WITH ME xxxxxxxxxx ☣☣☣
✂ Met a drug that changed my life.xo✂ Something like a classic movie,xo✂ Just one look, all stopped with time.

Let her in through these very veins, coursing through these tired bones.

N U M B . M Y . B O D Y . H E A L E D . M Y . H E A R T . S O O T H E S . M Y . M I N D
A N D . E A S E D . M Y . S O U L
These are the memories between us,
L E T x I T x G O , x A N D x L E T x L I V E x A G A I N xxxx✄

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Jareth couldn’t brush off what Izy said... It was getting to him. He knew she attacked his sister the day she died. Least thats how his sister described it... As an attack as if a rabid animal malled her. And yet here they were days since and the girl was still walking around scot free... Safe to say it was getting under the red head’s skin more than usual. Be it his fiery aries temper but he was still angered over Carissa's death. He replayed everything over and over again, as if obsessing over it so much would cause time to go back and change itself. It wasn’t making a difference, that much he could tell. If anything all it did was rile him up more and more... Smoking a cigarette he paced around the empty house... Jareth had already called his brother and told him to say at college... With everything going on in Brookshire and the tunnel issues it just seemed safer that way...

He wanted to go outside, have his own personal smoke break, get some fresh air in his system and thats when he heard it. Crack.... kerrsplashtt... Jareth turned the knob and flung the door open only to see kids with ghoulish masks on their head throwing eggs at his car. They probably weren’t kids... more so middle-schoolers but still it did nothing but antagonize him more. “Little pieces of s**t!!” interjected out his mouth as he ran towards the group. Swearing if he caught one of them he’d beat him till... He didn’t get to finish the thought as they all scattered in every which way. Dropping their egg cartons to the ground. A growl left lips as he used his old Quarterback reflexes to kick up grass.

“Woah, hey man... you gotta calm down.”

Jareth looked up to see that the deputy had arrived, if late to the party. Parking his vehicle on the side of the road before walking towards the dropout. A huff left his breathe as he waved his arm off in whatever which direction the ghouls ran off in, “Yeah, ********... dipshit halloween pranks... should go egg the foster house if they wanna egg som'n...” An aggravated sigh and he continued his pent up rant, “Or Izy's house... or Landon Moser's... hell, if they left some spare egg's I'd go egg the Moser house... ” Glancing at the smooshed cartons all that was left were cracked shells and egg gunk... Which, given that was all a good ole egging actually required it could work, it could work.

The officer however seemed less than impressed with Jareth’s thought process and spoke in a manner much like a parent lecturing a child, “You realize the foster house now holds a real family? And they had nothing to do with all that......” He crossed his arms and pinched his brow, “I'd rather you not egg the Moser house either..” Course the cop would say that... He’d want to ruin his night... Not like it wasn’t ruined enough...

And maybe Jareth had taken a hit from something early as well and the cigarette that was meant to calm his nervous did the opposite. His hands gripped into first and he squeezed as hard as he could till his knuckles turned white, “You guys are protecting them aren't you? This whole town’s covering it up... Whoever killed my sister.. In your eyes he was cleaning up the streets! Wasn’t he?” And call him brash he picked up the nearest egg carton and lobbed it at John’s patrol car. Now he wasn’t the only one who was angry.

“HEY!!” Shot out of John’s mouth and the former football star found his body planted against the nearest car, cuffs pushed onto his wrist. “Hows a good twelve hours in a cell sound to you?!” “Sounds fiinneeee by me officer!!” He sarcastically called back. Maybe John could smell something on him, or just knew the signs, “You're ******** high again aren't you?” “So what if I am?” He caught John let out his own growl as he shoved him towards the backseat, “s**t JARETH!!” It wasn’t like Jareth was an idiot... He knew who John’s friend was and he knew who he’d covered up, “A dirty cop like you would you do anything to... ruin your friends "business" huh?”

John hopped into the driver’s seat and called back as he started up the car, “Nooo, but it's ******** annoying! Yer gonna put yerself in the hospital. Why cantcha focus yer energy on sports like in highschool or somethin?” Jareth kicked the floor, currently focusing his energy to keep himself angry, “A little too late for that..” He grumbled as he stared out the window. “Yeah? How so? yer not old or anything... hit the gym a few times, run some plays... go to a draft thingy....” Jareth rolled his eyes, “... no one leaves this town alive...” And with that his thoughts drifted towards his sister’s death... His grandfather’s death... And his high school girlfriend who was still in her coma... Maybe thats why he was high... Slowly wishing he’d overdose on accident so he wouldn’t have to purposefully go through with it. “This town probably built on top of an indian burial ground curse or some bullsh..” He was cut off by his own throat as he started to cough against his left shoulder...

As they pulled up to the station the Deputy shook his head, “Thats a bunch of hooey... the whole. 'if you believe it, then it'll happen to you' s**t.... ... you aren't the only one who's lost people.” The thought honestly didn’t cross Jareth’s mind, that the other deaths in town had effected someone... The death of his sister had caused him to put blinders on when it came to other people’s loss and simply delve and focus further on his own. “We aren't all just wallowing in our own self pity.” John’s calm disgruntled tone seemed to return as he got out of the truck and opened the door tugging Jareth out forcefully as they headed inside the station.

Maybe the car ride had softened, or at least cooled his fizzling rage, “Just cremate my sister will you.... so she won't be defiled again by some necrophiliac?” John let out a sigh as he uncuffed Jareth and ushered him into a cell, “I'll put the request in to the morgue...” Jareth let out his own sigh before mumbling out, “... thanks.” Part of him hoped the deputy didn’t hear that single word but as he looked around the empty cell he found himself asking up, “If I promise to wash your car and say I'll never do it again can I get off on good behavior?” The deputy shook his head before setting the cell keys back against the wall, “You don't gotta do that... I'll let you out in an hour and a half..... want a coffee courtesy of the station?” Jareth shrugged. Couldn’t really argue with an hour and a half instead of twelve hours. “Sure...” And with that the deputy walked off to the front of the station’s lobby.

Location;; Sheriff's Department
Company;; ... John
Attire;; Reuse

I was all for you, you fell over my love, I just can't afford it this time.
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[The Brookshire Spector]

MODERN HAUNTING THE HAUNTED HOUSE



The Haunted House is a volunteer based event. Anyone is free to participate, however you would have had to sign up prior to today. After signing up, you'll be sent instructions with your "role" and expectations. Over all, you're supposed to stay in character during the entire duration of the event.

The Haunted House does have a "host/tour guide", however the guide is mostly there to assist, they will not be with you during your entire stay in the house. This Haunted House is more of an "explore" sort of thing and leave after you've explored all that you can (or after you're too frightened to continue).

Some portions of the house are pitch dark.

The rooms that The Screenplay Writer did not want accessed are either locked or marked off with "CAUTION/DO NOT CROSS" tape.

When you enter the house, there is a waiver you're supposed to sign, etc.

Due to this being Brookshire, there is not any form of medical personnel on staff.

However there are a multitude of NPCs that everyone's free to play with. So it's not only The Variety Four participating in the event, but they are definitely featured.

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“I warned you not to go out tonight..”
Quotequotequotequotequotequotequotequote- from "Maniac"

[Alykia]

The fashionista made it to the Foster's place without running into anything or anyone strange. It was surprising that something untoward didn't happen since she was alone for the whole walk over. April came as a "customer" because she never felt the urge to be part of the horror show. Instead, she decided to brave the haunted house that she figured would be more lame than actually scary. As April approached the house she noticed the greeter near the porch that soon saw her. When she got close enough she was handed a waiver and signed it without reading a thing. As she handed it back she waved off the option of having a guide assist and chose to go in completely alone. Her steps were slow and careful as she made her way to the door that happened to be partially left open. It was almost as if she was trying to trick the "cast" into missing the fact that she was even there. She slipped through the small crack as quietly as possible and took a quick glance around as her eyes adjusted. That was when she noticed the fact that Joey was at the bottom of the stairs; after all, she did call out to see if someone was up there. A smirk sat on her face in an attempt to stop herself from letting out a small chuckle. Was the poor girl frightened already? Whether she was or not didn't really matter because the blonde decided that she would play with her regardless.

April waited until her body was almost touching the other before she leaned over so that her lips were right next to the tomboy's ear. "Scared?" The blonde slowly whispered in a provocatively eerie tone. "I could keep you company." Her fingernail trailed down Joey's back as she said it. Then she gave the teens right butt-cheek a firm yet gentle squeeze. With that done, she immediately put some distance between the two of them--a smirk clear on her face. It might have been hard to tell if she was just paying the tomboy back for the incident at the old high school or was actually coming on to her. In truth, it was probably both. The April now wasn't the same after what she experienced in the bathroom of that godforsaken school. She was just doing whatever she could to keep her mind occupied. Teasing someone else always helped since she had to focus on them and could then relish in how they reacted.

The blonde shifted on her feet in order to switch her direction so she could take a look around the bottom floor. "Trin-i-ty~!" She called out, not caring that her presence was known at that point, while leaving the tomboy to go search for her bestie. April nearly skipped through the house as she tried to find for her blonde companion. "Come out come out wherever you are! I know you're here!" She didn't run into anyone else; but the fashionista did come across a closed off door that made her stop for a moment. The caution tape only made the curious teen want to go in and check it out; but when she twisted the door it was clearly locked. Letting out a disappointed huff she turned her focus on finding her friend. The faster she met up with her the sooner she could decide what to do next. It was as simple as that really. A smile appeared on her face when she found the person she was looking for--Trinity really looked hideous. Of course that was the point.

The smile on her face fell when she noticed Allison slinking up behind the producer's daughter. Was this part of the attraction? The blonde knew that Trinity was here to scare others, not a spectator, but she didn't know everyone that was in on it. The lady behind her bestie didn't look familiar; but she couldn't get a good look at her since the lighting, if there was any, was low in order to keep the spooky air going. A nervousness that was on the verge of a feeling of dread had formed in the pit of her stomach. Not really knowing what to do while being aware that there was a killer running around, she spoke up in an attempt to assess the situation before anything crazy bad could have happened. "I didn't realize you were so good at playing the defenseless Dorothy that's about to get stabbed in the back." She chuckled almost nervously after she finished. That's around the time when Allison decided to shuffle off in the other direction. A sigh escaped her before she spoke again. "That was goood," she congratulated before a smile appeared on her face. "And you're looking mighty fine tonight," she commented as she looked the other teen up and down, "in a creepy kind of way." There was a slight pause before she added the next bit. "I like it." She ended with a smile that didn't last long since she wasn't about to stand there forever just chitchatting. The fashionista moved closer in order to slip her arm around Trin's shoulders. Of course she wasn't supposed to touch the "cast"; but she didn't particularly care about such rules. Plus, it was her bestie so there was nothing to worry about. "Soo anything else in here worth looking out for?" The blonde let her arm fall from her friends shoulders after she asked the question. "Wanna point me in the right direction? Unless you can wander around freely. Then we can search for the others together--maybe I can help you scare them even though I never signed up." April let out a small laugh after she gave the other a wink. She knew that she wasn't supposed to hang around scaring people as if she was part of the haunting group--she was just going to have to go to the next part of the attraction alone. Then again, she could always catch up with Joey since she knew that the other teen was in the house. "Just kidding," she uttered whether the producer's daughter replied or not, "have fun scaring everyone. See ya later." A hand was raised as she said the last bit while taking a step back.

Soon she left Trinity and made her way to the stairs; after all, she wandered around part of the main floor already. Well, maybe not that much but she felt like she ruined the mood a bit by interacting with the producer's daughter. Going upstairs was like giving herself another chance to get back into the feel of the haunted house.

((Hope that was alright. Whoever wants to interact with her can place her on the stairs or already upstairs. I'm cool with whatever.))

Location: The haunted house with no one?
Attire: Lame

[rajio_obake]

As I lay down my life before you

The hiding place where I s o u g h t out your eyes

scяeαмιиg συтwαяds тσ sнσσт мe back ιи тιмe

You sent me out in the right field,

spilled my words and disguise

W e ' r e s t a r t i n g a r i s e

Every night we die

Hold my breath just to see your ghost

There was no way he was going to sleep. He wanted to.. But he wasn’t tired. He wanted to fall asleep and hopefully it would be November soon. That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.. But he could dream.. It was so darn cold, which was truthfully one of the reason as to why he didn't want to get up. It was just too freaking cold in the room, but like there was anything he could do about it right? He would have to get up whether he liked it or not. Ed had tried to call Ophelia earlier today but she never called him back.. He wanted to ask for her opinion. He valued her opinion and he wanted to know if she would find him an idiot for what he did with Ty. She would probably point out that Ty was just using him. Maybe Ty didn’t even have feelings for him. Maybe he would call him a f*****t in front of the cafeteria and beat him to a pulp? Truth was.... Ed didn’t know what he was anymore and he wasn’t comfortable with that. And not being comfortable with himself he wanted to hide till he could find the courage to talk to someone; aka his best and closet friend. Though seeing as she was unavailable when he called he was mostly hoping to fall into an early sleep. Ed let out a soft sigh at the realization, managing to sit himself up in bed. His arms quickly had goose bumps running from the absence of the blankets. A shudder danced along his spine as the cold spread through his body once he managed to haul himself out completely. Was the heater on the fritz again?

With nightfall approaching fast, Ed didn’t want to leave... But he was becoming increasingly aware of the fact he possibly should get out. Having already been outside at some point in time in the day, he knew what was going on with the haunted house being set up... But he didn’t want a part of it. But he didn’t think he should stay home alone either. Why he wanted to leave so bad? Well, he still hadn’t heard back from Ophelia. The thing about Ophelia was that everyone was starting to think she was psycho or damaged goods. But Ed knew otherwise! He liked her, she was his friend... She was just going through a rough patch. He reached for his phone wanting to check it again only to see two texts, neither from Ophelia.

The first from his godmother and it seemed fairly standard, and given the stress of her job it was understandable that she wanted him to stay safe.

To: Aubrey
From: Ed
Message: It’s been good. Ready
for halloween to be over.

Was his small response back as he read over Ty’s and let out a sigh... They hadn’t really talked about it... In a while and he wasn’t sure where he stood. If he stood anywhere. He hadn’t really mentioned to Ty that he saved that static shock picture and had used it for other recreational morning purposes. Did Ty think of him as that kind of person? Or did Ty think of him as an object? Ed hoped as a person... But it was his own self doubt that was clouding his thoughts. With a sigh he gathered up the courage to text back.

To: Ty
From: Ed
Message: I wasn’t thinking of...
It doesn’t seem right. People actually died
there it’s like making fun of that fact...
Don’t know where the old apartment where
my parents lived in when I was a kid isn’t an
extra exhibit.

As he deleted that last part he couldn’t help but find himself curious... He made a point to walk up the stairs and not go down the hall... The apartment on the second floor on the opposite side of the wing... No one lived there now. And as much as he feared it... Curiosity was setting in. Ed looked at himself in the mirror and gulped down a breathe. This might not be a good idea... But he had to. He still couldn’t go near hospitals... But.. maybe if he could go near the place... Near the room where his mother died he could overcome... Something. Some little bit of him. There comes a time when everyone has to let go... And maybe today was the beginning of that?

When he felt as though he was ready to go and seek out the old room in this boarding out, he padded down his pockets to make sure that he had everything and when he felt as though he had everything, he left his room. Then closed the front door of the apartment tight behind him, he looked out at the darkened hall and let out a deep breath. ‘Maybe it won’t be that bad?’ As much as Edward liked to think that, he knew that, that wasn't the case.... Now it was just up to him to be able to hold his own for the rest of the night. As he started to walk down the stairs to the second floor, he hoped that this wasn’t a stupid idea... It felt stupid and he was second guessing himself like he always did. But... he visited his mother’s grave in the ground.. what was so different about a simple room?

Walking about halfway down the second floor hall, he realized that his steps had slowed down. It was on the other side of the hall and it felt like that... He was walking so slow. Afraid of the inevitable when he made it to the end of the all. Being antsy about it all, he regretted not asking his father to come with him. ‘No! I have to do this on my own..’ He figured as he stared at the door. He drew in a deep breathe... His hand reached out... It almost touched the doorknob, but he pulled his hand right back. Shutting his eyes tight till a little water seeped from the outer corner he darted his hand out and reached for the door. A brown eye peeked open...

Cltch... Cltch... The door was locked.

“Oh.” He calmly mentioned... Shocked at the lackluster finish of his penultimate moment.

Drriingg... Brringg...

His phone buzzed and beeped and he reached to quickly answer his phone the moment he saw the caller’s name. “Ophelia!?” The gamer called out turning his back to the door as he did so.

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Crrrrr...




Location:: Outside his family’s old apartment
With:: n/a ... on the phone with ophelia
Attire:: It's Dangerous to go Alone... Take this.


asdasdasdL e t | g o | o f | t h e | w i r e sasdasdasd

[mokiepuppymaster]

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DR. HAMILTON GARRETT WILCOX
xxTHE MEDICAL EXAMINER

Howie took a deep breath as he glanced around at his surroundings as he stood on Carl's front porch. The air was still...but there was something about the atmosphere, that troubled him. He couldn't shake the uneasiness he felt in the pit of his stomach. Although he was alone...he felt as if someone were watching him, causing to hold a little tighter to his files as he knocked once again on the door. Although he knew why Carl hadn't answered immediately, his mind was racing rather impatiently, begging for the other to appear. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps on the otherside, and the tumbler unlocking. When the door opened, the medical examiner couldn't help but sigh in relief. Carl started off with his apologies, which Howie replied with a simple, "It's alright." He didn't fault the other for not replying to his text message. He hadn't given him much time to anyways. He stepped inside of the home, hearing the offer of either coffee or tea. "Coffee," Howie answered. After these last couple of days, he supposed coffee was the only thing that kept him functioning. That as well as his constant paranoia combined with his desire to unravel even more of the crazy, unbelievable mystery he was presented with. "And thanks again for taking the time to hear what I have to say," he added as he glanced about at the home.

The home wasn't so much messy, but cluttered in his opinion. If anything it reminded him of his office when he had to work 16+ hour days. He didn't really consider this house to be all that messy. He followed the other into the kitchen and took one of the mugs. He listened to what Carl had to say about his research, as he tried to piece together his own words. What he was about to tell the other...he knew would sound crazy, there was no way around it. "You don't have to apologize. I heard something had happened at the library." After he had his coffee poured he followed the other into the living room. "But yeah, the questions I have are linked to everything that has been happening lately." But how to go into the conversation? What sort of starter should he have? It wasn't like he could say "Oh yeah, guess what, Brookshire's really only experiencing a case of paranormal activity". He was a doctor. He went to Harvard. He wasn't crazy.

The male took a seat on one of the couches and took a sip of his coffee before glancing once more toward the other adult. There was something about Carl's demeanor. Howie couldn't tell if he was nervous or just in a weird state of hyper activity from exhaustion. It was just something he noticed whenever people talked a lot. He assumed it was nerves. Then again, Howie and Carl weren't the type to hang out for the sole purpose to just talk about things. "I guess the only way to really ask my question, I have to tell you a bit about my situation," he began, "As you may know...a few days ago there was an incident at the condemned building in the woods, the one that I believe was once a high school. My son was among the students who had entered, and the things he said he saw...just seemed a little odd. Of course I considered the possibility that his mental state caused him to imagine the events...but then again, combined with my recent discoveries...I don't think that's the case." And that's when Howie realized that he was rambling. Not even he was immune from nervousness. "He said that there was something evil in the building. That the lights flickered without bulbs and that the fire came from all directions, as though it were chasing them before immediately going out the moment they were out. Like I said, when I first heard the story, I assumed that it was a type of faulty electrical issue or perhaps some sort of explosion, but it didn't add up."

He sipped his coffee, sure that he came off as some delusional, paranoid nut-case, however he knew he couldn't stop now. There were things he needed to know, things that he wanted to clear up before heading straight to Malcolm. "I wanted to know more about the history of the town...I'm aware that there was the incident with Mrs. Delarosa and the botched exorcism. There was the cult incident at the old high school...the Foster Massacre...but is there anything else? Anything that's odd? Do you believe that there's a chance that something beyond what science has told us is possible...is happening right in front of us?" No, the only way to properly explain what he was talking about, was to show it. So he quickly set down his mug on the nearest surface he could, and picked up his manila folder. Without delay, he handed it off to Carl. "Don't repeat any of this to anyone," he instructed as he gave the other permission to look at the classified documents. "The victims...at least most of them-- there are only a few exceptions-- they were missing their organs. Inside were moths. These moths were the same that infested Adam's yard, they're not even native to this area."

This mystery was becoming more bizarre by the second, and Howie wasn't sure what to make of it. All he wanted to know was that he wasn't crazy. "When I was in the bathroom at the town hall meeting, there were words that appeared on the walls. It was a message written in blood...it wasn't there before. There's something severely wrong with Brookshire." He wasn't even going to go into his new found concerns about the documentary team. He had nothing against Idike. He thought she was a beautiful, talented and intelligent woman, but he had heard what the people of the town were whispering to each other. They were right. None of these murders started up until after the Foster Massacre was revisited. Now there was a haunted house attraction. The more he thought about it, the more he was determined to stop Shepherd from participating. The only reason he didn't...was because Dr. Shultz said that it would help the teenager. Howie felt conflicted...more conflicted than he had in a while. The lack of sleep wasn't helping. "Or do you think I'm imagining it...I mean, you don't think all of this is a coincidence do you? If you want, I could show you a picture of what I saw in the bathroom. Even the death or Kane Summers was beyond anything I could even make sense of."



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OoC:: short
Attire:: clickers
Location:: Carl's house

[IdiosyncraticQuirks]

x» `✄" WELL NOW THERE'S HIM, and now there's me
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He continued to snap pictures of the message on the wall, he needed to get all this down, he needed to record the events of this town. After all that was his job, and if they did all die he wanted someone to know why. It was in the middle of one of his last shots that he remembered Howie was still there, and he hadn’t reacted to any of this. Lowering the camera Carl’s focus turned back to Howie and he looked at him, realizing he was discussing his work with him, like nothing had happened. Carl was almost gaping at Howie his camera in hand, had he not felt the tremor that had gone through the house? Did he not see the black in on the wall? It was like he wasn’t being heard and this entire situation hadn’t happened. Had Howie even heard his question about the Foster House this evening? Carl felt all of a sudden like he was being frozen in time, Howie just kept talking about the corpses, and what was going on in town, when something was happening in Carl’s house right in those moments and it was like he was oblivious to it. Looking at the message written in the disgusting black ink, he wondered if he was the only one seeing this. Looking back at the camera in his hand, he started to flip through the picture, just listening to Howie talk. The images were displaying the same message as what was on the wall. So was Howie the one not seeing this? Or was Howie even real? Carl froze and immediately turned his gaze to the town medical examiner staring at him suspiciously. Frowning he walked over and set his camera down, glancing at the files sitting on his coffee table. They were something just like Howie would bring to him. But how did he know it was Howie? This could be just another trick of the mind. Something whatever the ******** was invading Brookshire was using to confuse him. Or maybe it was trying to give him clues? He didn’t know.

Sitting back down on his couch he folded his hands weighing his options, did he play along? Did he risk possibly revealing information to this creature it could use to further torment the people of this town? Further torment his daughter, he knew whatever this was had its grips in to Ophelia, he had seen the evidence of it on his own laptop in the emails he’d received. Frowning he realized the creature was waiting for an answer to its last question. He sighed and shook his head “No I doubt you’re going insane if you were we would all be going insane. But it’s a bit unusual for you to be bringing me these files, I personally wouldn’t be surprised if this was being caused by a demonic presence. But I’m from a place where superstitions and such are perfectly normal. You should be talking to Charlie about this, or Raven the demonologist, I’m sure they’d have more insight into what you’re seeing.” He was watching Howie’s face, or the face that looked like Howie for some kind of clue that what he was seeing was human. Carl was becoming increasingly paranoid from lack of sleep, and far too much caffeine. He couldn’t understand why this thing couldn’t see the writing on the wall. Couldn’t smell the rancid scent of the black ink like substance. How had it not felt the tremor through the house? Something wasn’t right here. Something was very, very wrong, and this Howie impersonator could not be trusted. He needed to get away. He needed to get out of here before whatever this was attacked him. He needed to get to the Foster house in order to save the town. That’s why it was here, it was stalling him. His thoughts were going wild in his mind, and so what happened next was a by-product of what one could almost term temporary insanity.

Carl slammed his hands down on the coffee table in front of him and stared at the creature that looked like Howie in front of him, having decided in his own mind this was not Howie but instead had to be some manifestation of the demonic presence. “I’m not telling you anything Demon! I will not let you ******** with me! You will get nothing from me about our town that you can use to hurt innocents. NOTHING! I refuse to be a part of helping you ruin this town! I’ll stop you and your plans at the Foster House you filth!!!” Jumping up Carl sent his coffee cup to the ground and it shattered spilling tea across the floor. Then he bolted his fight or flight instinct kicking in. “I know you’re not Howie! Howie is a human being he could smell that rancid ink, he could see the message on the wall. He would fear the tremor that went through this house. You are a liar, and a deceiver but you have not deceived me. Be gone demon.” Carl threw a book at Howie, and then another as he backed away from him trying to keep him away, preventing him from getting close to him so he could make his escape. “Be gone Demon!”

Carl turned and ran for his front door once he had gotten close enough, terrified to be turning his back to the creature but he had to get out. Tearing it open in a panic and began running down the street in his slippers, and the clothes he had been wearing since the night at the library. His cardigan flapped wildly while he charged down the street seeming to have no particular destination in mind. He needed to get to the Foster house, something was going to happen there. He needed to stop it. Carl took a left down one of the side streets and stopped, leaning forward gripping his knees panting hard. He was quite in shape, working out on a regular basis. But the fear and terror had gripped him making it difficult. He was panicking and it was making certain normal functions difficult. Looking up and down the street Carl began walking quickly heading in the direction of the old Foster house. Still wearing his slippers on his feet.




Company:: ????
Location:: Running down the streets in the direction of the Foster House
Mood:: Paranoid
Outfit:: TBA
Song:: N/A




▬ » Don't tell me to fight, » To fight for you █ After this long, █ I shouldn't have to

[rajio_obake]

██████████ There's a ◦ VULTURE ★
on my shoulder » And he's telling me to give in!x
〈 ♞ Always hissing right ×in my ear !
〈 ♞ Like it's coming from my own♥head !xxxxx
▌▌ ♞* xxxxx It's got me mixed up .↑ trying not to »give up! ★
███ : »★ Tell me there's a way to get out of here cc »★. OH fixed at zero

Her brown hair was tied up in a small messy knot on the back of her head, her bangs resting in front of her face. “I can’t believe... the haunted house transformations..” She complained as she lay in her room that had been marked of. She had her music going, which for someone of her looks people she assumed people wouldn’t have thought of her to listen to bands like Smile Empty Smile but there was something about the lyrics that struck a chord with her... Especially recently when she had flash backs to the night of the party... Yeah, she was listening to sad songs to make her she couldn’t explain it but she refused to think the sad songs were making her sad... They just said things she couldn’t express...

Tonight her house was to be a haunted house and as comedic as she might have found it in the past... Now she wasn’t sure what to think. It may be a good thing... It probably was a good thing in disguise... At least it let there be another outlet for the town to enjoy besides the festival.

Speaking of the festival, Quin had found the volunteer work hard but rewarding. At least they were able to save some animals from being sent to the chopping block. And it allowed her to branch out of her friendship comfort zone in an effort to meet new people. That was always a good thing... Wasn’t it?

She had been told that she could dress up for the haunted house if she wanted to but she wasn’t sure she could cut it... She really didn’t know what kind of outfit she was going to cook up... But the thought of herself being covered in blood. Well... That did give her an idea. But she knew she didn’t want to go overboard with face paint today. Now, there was one kind of make up she knew how to do and it was basic and simple. And simple was probably best since she didn’t want to look to dressed up to attend her own house. It was only a few hours before halloween... Maybe she’d get dressed up on Halloween but right now? Not just yet.

Checking her phone she saw a few mixed texts and had a look of “Oops, my bad.” Not that there was anyone around to notice that. But she saw that she had three texts from Charlotte, one from her dad, and one text from Carver. She quickly read over Char’s and a smile graced her face. It was quite nice of her to offer her a house to stay at while everyone walked in and out of her house looking to be spooked for the night. Though she did find it amusing that Char was being “drafted” as she put it, she didn’t know what to expect. Or how the girl would pull it off but it would be interesting to see how she did so.


To: Josie
From: Quin
Message: I might be going, we’ll see--
but thank you! I’ll be sure to pass the
word to my Dad, maybe later tonight
Can tomorrow count as well? because
I think that’ll be the busiest day. So might
need somewhere to camp out.. I’ll try not to.


Just as she sent the message, Quin thought she heard something mechanical in her walls and soon the AC kicked on. “Ahh, it’s freezing.” No doubt this was a ploy to the haunted house how it was supposed to be cold where spirits are... Something that Daphne had mentioned to her... Speaking of Daphne she hadn’t heard from her in a while. She sent texts that went unresponded to. Quin thought she heard her dad say Daphne went back to California... But if that was the case wouldn’t she want to say goodbye first?

Quin sighed in deeply as she looked before grabbing her cell and clicking around a bit, this time reading over Carver’s text. Safe to say he was an asset at the festival. He had raised so much money. And helped in so many ways that she couldn’t begin to thank him. Not to mention he had a nice smile... ‘Personality!’ She corrected herself. ‘Personality, yep.’


To: Carter
From: Quin
Message: Yeah we can meet up c:
I’m still at my house but I can walk out
and meet you half way, or out in the front yard?
Yeah I got her texts, ends up she might be going.. I think
thats what it sounded like, I don’t know might be interesting
to see thats for sure! I don’t know if I’ll go out and dress up.
Kinda like waiting till halloween to unveil a big surprise~
But i’ll be outside soon!


The last message she checked was from her father and she sure got a snicker out of that. Mostly because of the typo. “Clothes. Heheh..” She shook her head as she sent out a quick reply.


To: Dad
From: Quin
Message: I’m fine [: don’t worry about it dad!


She didn’t feel like pointing out the small typo... Wasn’t really a point. He’d notice it when he checked his text. As she glanced at her phone she figured a few extra texts from people she hadn’t heard from in a few days would be a good idea. So she sent one text to Shepherd. And another to Clair. The two texts were mostly feeler texts because she didn’t want to text them too much and bother or clog up their phone.


To: Shepherd
From: Quin
Message: Did you already arrive? I didn’t see
you when I glanced out the window.



To: Clair
From: Quin
Message: How are you doing tonight?


Now she didn’t want to dress up too much. And when she thought about blood earlier she remembered she had false vampire canines, that weren’t the purple or orange ones you’d find in a kids grab bag. But two caps that you stuck on your canine teeth. The rest of the outfit kind of fell in to place. After all, vampires range in eras and time periods. So whose to say her costume didn’t work?

After putting herself together, the vampire quickly took a snap shot of herself before looking over to make sure things that she wanted hidden... Were hidden. She then locked the door behind her and made sure the caution tape was pressed back against the door so no one would go in there who wasn’t supposed to go in there. She was so focused on meeting Carter she started to make her way down the hall towards the stairs. Thats when she saw a blonde making her way up the stairs dressed in blood. Well... her dress was dressed in blood. She gave a wave towards the girl as she was focused on making her way down the stairs ad outside. Was it June? or... Was her name... uh.. May? No... April! That was it! She hadn’t really interacted with that girl much... And talking to her wasn’t really on her mind at the moment. Not being rude, it was just she was going to meet someone. She did stop long enough to say, “Hey! Hope you have fun tonight!” Flashing a fanged smile she felt kind of nervous around the other girl.. If only from what she heard from passing words.

She pushed her way through and made her way past the rest of the crowd out the front door to wait on the sidewalk for familiar faces. She glanced over across the street at the Matthew’s resident and waved at who she thought might have been Charlotte and Shepherd. They were old friends right? To be honest she couldn’t really make out who they were that well. Most likely due to the fact the glasses she had on were slightly foggy.







Location;; Sidewalk in front of the Foster House.
Company;; No one atm
Attire;; Timeless Vamp

[XHopeNFaithX]

The crickets chirping eased the male's anxiety a little as the twins continued down the street. He preferred that versus complete silence. Silence was what lead to death. At least, he thought so anyway. Carter hated thinking about not waking up in the morning. Hated dreaming about Emilee dying in front of him and having no way of stopping her death. He chose not to share his nightmares with her, worried she might either brush it off like it was nothing to concern himself with or find it fascinating and ask for details. It was too gruesome for him to say out loud. If she did find out, Emilee would know with Carter was suddenly co-dependent. He didn't leave her side once today, except when they separated to pack up for tonight or had to use the bathroom, of course. He just wanted to keep the dreams from becoming real. Even if that meant putting himself in harm's way.

A soft chuckle escaped him at his sister's declaration of bravery. So nothing scared her, hm? "Not even the Warden back home?" he teased, knowing they weren't scary. Just annoying as hell. The way the Skater scuffed his Converse sneakers on the pavement made him wish he brought his board with him. His Uncle had it locked up in the garage. Damn him! He just loved to make their relationship all the more difficult. Carter should've grabbed it when he took out the garbage that afternoon, but forgot. He mostly wanted it in case Emilee got tired of walking. He used to let her ride on his board afterschool while holding her hand to help balance her out. It was kind of fun sharing something together besides genetics. Actually, a lot of people were not aware of his twin being his sister. Sometimes, Emilee was mistaken for a girlfriend, but only because they looked nothing alike. Fraternal twins tend to do that, ya know. Their eye color was not convincing enough and Carter had two inches on her. Still, if anyone wanted to really be sure for themselves, the Young family nose was the dead giveaway.

Emilee replied to his regards about Landon. Honestly, Carter wasn't quite sure he believed his sister's reasoning for meeting Landon. A book? Really? He glanced at her, raising a brow at her. He doubted she was planning to hookup with the troublemaker. Landon may not be her type. However, Carter was more concerned for his sister. He didn't know Landon other than what he's heard. So far, if the rumors were true, Landon had a lot to prove to Carter before he'd ease off. "If you say so, Em.." he shrugged, not trying to turn into the overprotective jerk he can sometimes be. She was a strong girl. Emilee didn't need his help. Still, there was this voice in the back of his mind telling him not to doubt the worst case scenario. Again, she denied wanting Landon. She just wanted this damn book that kept popping up in their conversations. What was so special about this book? There was a question rising up his throat, bound to spew out. He choked it back down immediately. "I believe you, Emilee. I'm not accusing you of anything, he defended himself. He hardly caught on to whether or not she was mad at him already, but he would assure her otherwise. "It's him, okay. I may not know him as you see him and maybe the rumors going around are over-exaggerated, but he's a little...disturbed, don't you think?"

There. He finally said it.

Carter halted, turning his head aside, expecting some sort of assault to his face. He highly assumed she would scream at him for even using that word against her friend, if you wanna call him that. Truth be told, Carter just thought Landon was some creep that wanted to screw his sister for a good laugh. That seemed to be the game lately. How many girls can you sleep with before your time was up? Carter was certainly in no hurry to play. His mind shifted away from the Troublemaker and back to his sister. He frowned as she mentioned some of the things she's heard kids say about her. "People can be cruel, Em..." he sighed, putting his arm around her shoulder. He was gonna add something cheesy like 'you'll always have me' or 'you know the truth' til his phone went off. "That's probably Quin or Charlotte. Hey, maybe we can change at the Matthews' place. It's across from the Fosters. I doubt she'll mind," he smiled, knowing Josie's hospitality went out to practically everyone. Carter continued to walk alongside his twin while reading his replies. "Great.." he sighed at Josie reply. "Seems Josie's place is out of the question," he said, trying to coordinate a plan B. Strange thing about her text was the part about disappearing. Looks like her mood for company just went down the tubes again. "I feel like I'm being played," he muttered. He felt for her, he did. He just wished she would let it go already.

Moving on to his next text, a playful smile grew along his mouth. Quin was always so cheery, even through her text messages. See, that's the kind of girl he liked to hang around with. Not someone who wallowed in her own self pity all the time and dragged everyone down with her. Who wants that? Carter didn't realize he was getting upset until he noticed how tight his grip was on his phone. Whoops. He was mostly confused. Was Josie coming with them or not? Maybe he shouldn't concern himself with her. Maybe he should just wait and see for himself before he made his decision. Emilee's voice made his ear twitch. "Whoa, what?" he said, shocked at what she just asked him. Did he want to have sex with Quin? Why would she ask him that? "Do you want to have sex with Landon?" he replied, feeling the crimson in his cheeks turn a deep shade of red. Putting him on the spot like that? Shame on her.

A flood of nerves crashed through his body as the twins turned onto the street of the Fosters. The sounds from the crowd and the blinding lightning effects from the house almost made it look cheesy to him. He looked at Emilee when she suggested they go in separately, not wanting to spoil whatever chance he had with Quin. "You're not getting away from me that easily, sis.." he smirked, matching her steps. "Besides, I have no plans to sleep with Quin. At least not now. She's a nice girl and I'm still just getting the nerve to show her who I am. I can't do that with a one night stand now, can I?" It was true. He wasn't in a rush to get laid. He wanted to wait for the right time. Carter stopped, holding out his arm in front of her as he noticed a figure standing out on the pavement in front of the main event. He assumed it was Quin considering there were others nearby. He couldn't tell with all the dim lighting. The street was too dark for his liking. The Producer must've shut off the power to the other houses next door to keep the creepy atmosphere alive. He was really desperate to make a comeback. Carter took a step off onto the asphalt. He looked back to see if Emilee was behind him. "Hey, you comin'?" he asked, noticing she was looking at her phone. She asked about new rumors about her and the troublemaker. Carter shrugged. "You're right. You're not like them," he said, sounding proud of that fact. Sure, he had a thing for Izy once. She was pretty and she was nice to him when he'd grab a bite at the Diner she worked at. What turned him off was how the jerks in his gym class talked about her...assets. Landon was one of them.

Thinking about that made Carter step up to Emilee. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked straight in her eyes. "Just don't let him convince you otherwise, Emilee. You are a smart, beautiful human being and if he even looks at you in a way I don't like, we're gonna have a big problem," he said, keeping his voice low. He dropped his hands, shoving them in his pockets and turned his head back to the house. "Come on. Quin's waiting.." he said, keeping an eye out as they crossed the street. As they got closer, a wide smile appeared on his face. "Hey, Quin, I thought you weren't gonna dress up?" the Skater chuckled, pulling her into a hug. "Looks awesome though. I like it," he winked at her, turning to his sister. "Quin, this is my twin, Emilee. She took home one of the pups yesterday, remember?" he reminded her, easing Emilee closer. He let them get acquainted for a moment, glancing across the street. Squinting, the Skater's brows knitted together in anger. So, Josie was being drafted, hm? Bullshit! It's not like her to lie so what the hell? he growled a little, looking at the girls. "Quin, is there a place we can change? I'm not exactly comfortable with my sister nor myself stripping down for the whole town to see." If she said there wasn't, he was just gonna such it up and change behind a bush. No way was he going over to her place now.






ooc

Location: outside the Foster House
Company: Emilee and Quin
Attire: tba
Mood: mad at Josie for lying; worried for Emilee's friendship with Landon; warm and fuzzy with Quin
ooc:

[XHopeNFaithX]

Was it odd that her boys were all fashionably late? Heck yes! This was so unlike them, even for Georgie. Trinity huffed impatiently, looking down at her nails. She had to admit the amateur makeup artist did an excellent job tipping her nails to make them look like they were bleeding. Perhaps she should ask for tips later tonight. The blond reered around the corner and entered the kitchen. Some younger volunteers were being hidden in the cabinets and other various spots. The blonde's nose crinkled at the sight of severed limbs hanging from wires and fake blood splattered the walls and countertops. She was careful where she stepped as she walked up to the island where Shep was supposed to be. The 'X' taped to the floor was currently vacant. "Has anyone seen Shepherd Loveday?" she asked, gagging at the strong, suffocating odor in the air. The room smelled like rotting meat as it was meant to. Gross.

After a few shrugs and clueless stares, Trinity watched some of the crew fixing last minute wires for the lights while she toyed with her phone, checking to see if there was anything. April was here. It's about time. She should've been in the tent to wish her luck. Some friend. Trinity would go hunt her down in a moment. She wondered if Graham was also in the area. She checked for a reply only to be disappointed. The blond pursed her lips in annoyance. I do not pay him triple of his asking price just to be ignored! she mentally snapped at the image of his face on her wallpaper. She remembered taking this picture after her first reading. He didn't want her to take it, but she did it anyway. When he asked her to delete it, she only pretended to. Why get rid of that handsome face? She would want to look at it after this whole charade was over and her family would leave. Of course, she was more than ready to leave Brookshire. The death toll was really killing her confidence in the authorities around here. Speaking of officers, she wondered how her Dad was holding up with the cops about the massive crowd.

Trinity thought about checking on him, but something one of the crew members said caught her attention. "Excuse me, what did you just say?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. The man looked to be in his twenties. He was about a foot taller than her and resembled the look of a Best Buy employee. Geek alert! His hazel spheres looked at her, chuckling lightly as he removed the toothpick from his mouth and tossed it into the sink. The way he looked her over was just about as gross as those times with junior Moser. Ugh, but this was totally inappropriate. Being hit on by Moser was an upgrade compared to this creep. He replied to her question with a snicker, telling her a short tale about the things that went on in this house while they were adding the attraction. The strange noises. That feeling as though they were being watched. Sissy stuff like that. Trinity smirked, "Trying to scare me, hm? Strike one, sucker! Try agai AH!!" she screamed, jumping backwards as a bloody zombie-like head popped out from beneath a bowl filled with intestines.

Hand pressed to her chest, the blond panted, glaring at the young crewman. "You son of a--!!" A large hand suddenly clasped over her mouth. Her father's assistant, Jackson reminded her that children were present then pushed her out into the hall. Another crew member who was fixing one of the lights turned his head, ending this game she was starting. "Sorry, sir. I assure you the boy meant no harm. We'll be done in a minute. Mason, get over here and had me those pliers before I my arm goes numb! Trinity laughed lightly, sticking her tongue out at the loser Mason from the kitchen doorway then skipped off. The fog machines continued to pump out a cloudy haze in the main hall that lead up to the stairs. A soft haunting melody played through the hidden speakers covered in cobwebs. It was kind of an eerie atmosphere, but very cheesy if you were old enough to see the difference between cheap and expensive effects. What was her dad thinking? Suddenly the lights flickered three times signaling that the doors would be open briefly. Okay, no more stalling. She needed to get to her place in the playroom. She turned to reach the foot of the stairs when she heard a soft children's tune being hummed behind her. "Hello?" she called, waving her hand around to dismiss the fog. She only made it worse for herself. No replies only made her mad. If they were trying to freak her out, they were gonna get it later.

Then, coming in through the fog, a figure. A blond, older woman appeared. Trinity squinted, trying to make out the face. She thought it was one of her teachers, Mrs. Summers. However, this woman was much smaller and paler. Hearing the soft-spoken woman, the blond blinked, confused. What was she mumbling on about? Trinity swallowed, struggling to concentrate on the words being spoken to her. Her eyes glanced at something shining in the woman's hand. What was it? A flashlight? A hand mirror? She found herself growing curious, nearly taking a step forward. She stopped at the strange woman's bazaar question? "Where is who? What are you talking about?" she asked, looking past Alison when she heard her name being called. Was that April? Trinity swallowed, knowing April shouldn't have snuck inside. She didn't need her best friend thrown out then have hear it the rest of the night. Glancing at Alison, Trin's eyes averted away again as April appeared, poking fun at the other two. Her breath hitched once Alison disappeared. "Thanks. The lady was cray-cray. Literally," she said, shaking her head. Trinity nodded at April's compliment regarding her outfit. "It's alright. At least yours looks comfortable.." she frowned, adjusting the darn thing. "Wanna trade? This ribcage is gonna puncture my boobs any minute," Wouldn't that be a show? Daddy would have no choice but to allow her some minor cosmetic surgery now. The blond laughed lightly,"Creepy, hm? I don't know. You should see the rest of the costumes. They are priceless." She was not going to spoil it. She would let April critique the outfits for herself.

When asked about what to look out for, Trinity smirked. "Sorry, April. No hints or giveaways. Part of the contract, but I will say that this will give my Dad some good coverage in the newspaper tomorrow. Happy Daddy means new wardrobe for muah," she bragged, nudging her bestie. "Maybe I'll be generous and loan you those red pumps of mine you've had your eyes on. Mama needs some new kicks anyway," she laughed lightly, hearing footsteps above. "Shoot, I gotta get going. Um, she paused, following April up the stairs. "Start from the top and work your way to the bottom. Less traffic that way. Oh, if you get too scared there's an exit to the right of the master bedroom that'll lead you back down to the kitchen out through a queue around the side of the house to the front lawn. Got it? Alright, see ya later," she waved, running up to the top of the stairs then quickly turned around. "Oh, if you see Graham at all, drag his a** up here!" she shouted as she ran up the stairs.

Catching her breath, Trinity jogged around the narrow hallway, past the third bedroom. She neared the playroom when something caught her attention. Taking a step back, Trinity entered one of the old bedrooms. Wasn't it closed off before? More importantly, why was Shep up here? "Finally! I was beginning to think you abandoned me," she sighed in relief, leaning in the doorway. "What are you doing up here anyways, naughty? You should be down in the kitchen, remember? " she said, walking into the room. Something about Lucky was throwing her off. Maybe he didn't realize who was talking to him. She was cutting short on time, but the wig was easy to remove and made her head sweat. She took it off, showing him that this was still her beneath the makeup and costume. "See, it's still me. Unless, undead brunettes turn you on instead," she teased, hoping to make him smile. The blond moved closer, taking note of his stained hands. She knew this place would have a bad affect on him. Tilting her head, she smiled lightly at Shepherd. "You don't have to go along with this, Lucky. I think coming back in here was enough for one day. You can go stand and protest with the Jesus freaks across the street if you'd like. I won't hold it against you. We can always hang out at the after party at my place later." Trinity wasn't sure if she made him feel any better, but she tried to be a decent friend at least. Her hand lightly grazed the side of his face, careful not to smear him makeup. "This may not make sense coming from me, but I am proud of you, Shep.." she laughed lightly, kissing his cheek then dropped her hand. "Well, the show must go on. I'll catch you later, okay?" she said, facing the door and headed back out to the hallway.






ooc

Location: The 'Haunted House'; leaving the bedroom
Company: Lucky
Attire: Dead Dorethy
Mood: accomplished

[Azor Ahai Reborn]

E V E R Y T H I N G x T H A T x K I L L S x M E x M A K E S x M E

x F E E L x A L I V E
x I x F E E L x S O M E T H I N G x S O x R I G H T x I N x D O I N G x T H E x W R O N G x T H I N G

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Landon found himself garnering a bit of attention from a few different fronts. His phone seemed to explode with message after message of women (of course) who wanted to talk with him for one reason or another. Izy and Mimsy offered normal, expected messages, which he'd answer in due time, but the unknown number had drawn in him first. After a few exchanges, the woman announced herself as Marina, an old "friend" of his brother's. It had been enough to draw him from his path to the foster house to see what she had wanted though. Besides, it wouldn't take him too far off path and a meet up with a woman rarely disappointed. At the very least, he'd be able to get some dirt on his brother.

The brunette was hot enough, perhaps a little too hot for his brother to have actually bagged. It wasn't until she began with her too proper introduction that the troublemaker decided that he needed to mess with her. "Got a little bit of time to spare. So what, you're wanting to ******** or something? Get back at Graham, right?" His eyes slid along the length of her body, really taking in the sights of the woman before him. Oh yeah, she was definitely too hot for Graham. A smirk touched his lips as he considered taking further steps. Marina took a step back before revealing her intentions. Well this was severely disappointing. If I had wanted to listen to some love confession, I'd listen to the daily chatter of some bitches down at the hair salon. Landon barely contained his comments as the woman offered the heartfelt message, only allowing himself to speak once the woman finished. "That's a shame. We could have had a bit of fun. Oh don't look at me like that, I'll tell Grammy all about your whiny message of love or whatever."

Landon took a moment to enjoy the view as Marina walked away before returning to the other messages within his phone. Izy's proved as disappointing as expected. Of course she didn't want to meet. He'd figured that out the first time she created an excuse to avoid seeing him. Didn't she understand that he needed to ensure she didn't say anything stupid that might implement him in Carissa's death? It wasn't as though the police needed any further reasons to investigate him. Izy's message also managed to show just how stupid the girl was, as she spoke so openly about the police and Carissa. You ignorant slut. The blonde frustrated him enough to force his message. If she refused to meet with him, then he'd deal with her on his own terms.

To: Izy
From: Landon
Message: Oh for ******** sake, Izy
are you always this difficult? Fine
don't meet up with me. See you around.

Next came Mimsy, little miss blushes a lot. Her message left him wanting as she seemed to ignore his attempts to rile her up. Instead she focused on the damned diary. Of course I have that ******** worthless thing even though the text managed to lie completely on what I'd find inside. Some chick's whining was not what I was promised. Why the ******** does Emilee want the thing, anyways? His frustration in a lack of response steered his response to her. If at first you don't succeed, after all.

To: Mimsy
From: Landon
Message: Of course I have it.
But what will you offer in exchange
for some time with it? Can't just
give it to you. And I can
tell. You talk to me. Haha.

Maybe this time he'd get a rise out of her.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The foster house managed to bring a smile to his face, even after all these years. Landon had considered it his greatest achievement in a sense, even though he'd managed to cause very little of the damage involved with the house. All he had really managed to do was convince another kid to go into the house. The troublemaker couldn't have predicted that inside lay a massacre. Still, Landon took a bit of pride in his role. After all, not many people could say that they stumbled upon a painted scene of gore.

People flocked to the house, now decorated as a "haunted house" giving the troublemaker plenty of individuals to mess with. First, he sent a message to Emilee, letting her know that he was at the location and possessed what she wanted to wrap her little hands around. Maybe I can get her to wrap her little hands around me while I'm at it. It's been a while since I've gotten any.

To: Mimsy
From: Landon
Message: I'm here whenever you
want to find me for this exchange.

With the message out of the way, Landon figured that he likely had a little while to mess with someone for a bit. Plenty of familiar faces floated about, though many of them grouped together. Safety in numbers was apparently the idea of the night. Boring. Moving past the bundles of scared teens outside, the troublemaker paused at the doorway, turning to look out into the crowd. Ahhh, there she is. Landon offered Emilee a small wave, his fingers slowly bending, one by one, to meet his palm. When he thought that he had caught her eye, the younger Moser opened his jacket to show the diary before disappearing into the house.

A few teens littered the house, though none of them looked at the place like he did. Instead of what was, Landon focused on what had been, the splatters of red up the wall and pools of drying blood under lifeless bodies. Too bad the haunted house team hadn't gone the recreation route. Figured. Pushing passed the short haired chick at the stairs, Landon took to the stairs, wanting to find a spot a little more secluded. After all, if he had any chance of coaxing a little something out of Mimsy, it'd be in an empty (or emptier) room. Only one other seemed to have made it upstairs, a blonde that seemed familiar enough, though clearly not important enough for him to know her name. "Hey, blondie, I'm going to need you to piss off. Looking for a bit of privacy. Though... if you're interested, I can give you a spin first." Landon took a step towards April as he grinned. While she didn't have the look of his usual type, the troublemaker was willing enough to make an exception.

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( GPS:upstairs (likely in a room, but I didn't want to move April somewhere she wasn't) MOOD: devious COMPANY:April COSTUME: Semi-dead Carissa OOC: Any editing needed, let me know! )

[The Brookshire Spector]

MODERN HAUNTING THE MECHANIC



Would he kill for her? He found himself pondering on the question as he stared at the blonde before him. He could smell her fear, and like a dog it made him want to pursue her. The way she hesitated before answering his question. The party girl said that she was going home. "You're lying," he said with a short laugh. She was putting distance between them. Every time Izy took a step back, he stepped forward. It was when she mentioned that it was getting late, he threw up his arms and looked around. "Late?" he questioned. "When, my dear, have you ever went home because it was late? Bullshit." She was frightened. It was amusing how scared she was. She reminded him of a small little mouse coming up against a big snake. She took off running and he started chasing her. He was laughing he called out, "Run b***h! Run as fast as your skinny little legs will carry you!" The distance between him and the party girl increased, until he stopped running all together.

His cellphone chimed, and he saw a text from the brat who worked for him.

To: The Tomboy
From: King

Where am I? Around. Don't
worry your pretty little
face. I'll swing by foster's.


He wasn't himself and he no longer gave a ******** about anything. Life...felt amazing. Then that's when he saw a second text from Joey. She wanted to know what was so funny about people dying.

To: The Tomboy
From: King

Just wait for the punchline.


To: The Hairdresser
From: King

Hey baby, miss me? I think
we should meet up. Must be
withdrawal or something. HAHA
Really baby. Like old time. Alright?


To: The Hairdresser
From: King

When it shows up...say hi for me.


As he was wondering down the sidewalk, he spotted a girl up ahead. She wan't Izy, but she had blonde hair. King hurried his steps and tapped The Otaku on the shoulder. "Happy Halloween," he whispered in her ear before stepping back. Then it hit him, and he playfully palmed his forehead. "That's right, it's early, isn't it? Halloween's tomorrow. You know, I heard that young girls who wander around by themselves...have a series of unfortunate events befall them. Well, unless you don't consider rape or murder unfortunate. Maybe if you pretend you want it, the process will go by faster--- I'm KIDDING! Haha. But no, seriously. Be careful. I've seen some real freaks walking around.




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"Ed," Ophelia began, however her words weren't processing clearly in her head. "My mom...my mom's dead, and I can't even-- she...she said right before...something about the town burning...and that I needed to be their angel. My ******** house caught on fire! And...Ed...I'm scared. I've been having weird dreams ever since...ever since I went to the woods...and...Ed, we need to talk. In person. Where are y--" Her phone died.

She needed to call Ed. She had to tell him what happened.

"Ophelia..."

"STOP IT!" She yelled as she grabbed her head and continued to run. She could smell the smoke and heard the crackling of the flames behind her. More importantly, she heard the voice that continued to call her name. Suddenly she spotted a man running up ahead. Even though he looked crazy, Ophelia was running out of options. She needed a cellphone and she couldn't be alone. Her main problem was finding her voice.

"Opheeeeeliaaaa"

"WAIT!" she called out to The Town Historian as she tried to catch up with him, but her sides were beginning to hurt from all of the running. She couldn't catch her breath. Her emotions were getting the best of her as her frustration filled her entire being. She refused to cry, even though she wanted nothing more to. The images of her mother burning...was all that played in her mind. She needed Ed. She needed to talk to him. She pushed herself to grab onto Carl's shirt, "Help me," she gasped, trying to breathe. "My house...is...on fire...and...my phone...my phone died..."


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Elsewhere at The Conspiracy Theorist's house, his electronics started freezing up. Outside as the wind continued to blow, the cloud of smoke from The Bookworm's house carried tiny flames and embers through the air, until a few landed on the roof belonging to The Conspiracy Theorist. How long until the entire home is engulfed in flames...

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“I think we’ll start with a reign of terror”
Quotequotequotequotequotequotequotequote- from "The Invisible Man"