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 ]

[Colour Me Krista]

The Deputy

LOCATION → his Truck, on the street, in town ✖ COMPANY → Graham

John made a quick call to the station to say he was going off duty for the rest of the day. Flower-Power should be clocking in soon anyways, right? At least John thought so, though he wasn't sure. If he did or didn't, it didn't matter. Nothing ever happened in Brookshire. Once he was done making his call, he saw that he had a message from Izy. A sigh busted out from his chest and he debated on just deleting it. However, there was always this slight paranoia that came with deleting text messages and ignoring phone calls... What if that person really needed him? For all John knew, the Diner could be held up and Izy was only texting him because she had to be quiet. John stared at his phone a bit more, then sighed and decided to click it open. Luckily, the diner wasn't being held up and no one was in danger... Unluckily, Izy was being clingy. Or atleast what John considered clingy. There was the option to ignore it... But John had to consider what may come if she decided to become a super stalker. After all, The Deputy was vaguely aware that she owed Shin money... And John was friends with Shin, so did she think that he would be able to tell his friend to lay off? Surely not... He thought a bit more about just how he should reply... Because women... liked to talk to other women about men. It traveled way back to the old ages, if a man tried to or succeeded at raping a girl, then she would tell the others and then all the ladies would avoid him.... It worked in these times too. If a girl told the other women that a guy was an insensitive jerk, they would ban together and constantly nag and mock him... And then he would never get laid. Telling Izy to piss off via text message didn't seem like a very nice guy thing to do... Then again, sleeping around with her for nothing more than kicks wasn't a very nice guy things to do. He clucked his tongue, then finally started to type up a reply.

To: Izy

Yeah, I'll talk.
I'll be free this
evening. What will
you be doing? I'll
meet you.

from: John

He'd been avoiding it, but John supposed the quickest and easiest way to break this thing off was to just man up and do it in person. He sent off the text, then saw he had one from Shin, basically saying to pick him up and not go to the diner. John couldn't agree more, just in case Izy had been working... The Deputy needed time to mentally prepare before having that conversation. A text from the Priest came along just as John heard a voice call out to him. He looked over to see a familiar face calling out to him about Chinese mail order brides, and the expression on Deputy Mascolo's face was clearly confused... ”Who...?” He said, then tried to figure out just who this guy on the motorcycle was. It took a moment, but John realized it was the guy on Parole he was supposed to be keeping an eye on. He was a supposed con-man of some sort, but the Italian hadn't actually gotten around to reading up on his file. Graham then accused John texting an escort, which brought a very less than amused expression to John's face. A brief fantasy to pull a 'Walking Tall' on him, and give him a ticket for a busted tail light, which John had caused by knocking it out, had crossed his mind for a moment.... But there were too many witnesses to pull that kind of s**t. The Parolee then asked if John was stalking him and he almost face-palmed himself. ”First of all, your Devil magic psychiness offends me... Second, I was here first, so... I'm not stalking you... And third, I'm off duty and I don't give two shits about handing out traffic tickets. Please, if you wanna give me something to do, find a murder mystery or something for me to figure out...” John then opened the texts from the priest he received and read them over before calling out ”And who the heck is Dwight Henderson... I've lived in this town all my life, and I've never heard of no Henderson and his Chinese wife...”

To: Charlie

Way to get my hopes
up then crash them
down. Never mind on
hanging out then.

From: John

Perhaps it was a bit harsh, but he was already irritated by Graham, and then way the Priest had shut him down just after starting the conversation was a bit annoying. At least the man hadn't said something like "Forget I said anything"... John would have had really lay it on him then. Priest or not, Charlie was a grown man and he should be so wishy-washy. Oh well, at least John had Shin to hang out with now, and he genuinely liked his friend... Even if Shin was probably just using him to not get arrested. John looked over to Graham again and got a bit more annoyed... But not with Graham, with the Sheriff. If john couldn't get the damn title of Sheriff, why did he get stuck with stupid job of being a parol officer? Because the politics in this city sucked, and that would be Mayor Summer's fault. Of course the mayor's friend would get the position and not have to do any of the work. Some days, John just wanted to walk right out of this town and never look back... But He had promised his Grandpa... Of course... What if the Parolee got into some kind of trouble? Really, this was John's first time being a parole officer, and everything always falls onto the person charge right? Someone messes up, well their boss should have kept their eyes open and paid attention more. The guy in charge was always under a microscope, and John could easily say that he didn't know what to do because he didn't have enough guidance and Flower-Power was always too 'busy' with the mayor to help... A smirk crossed over John's features. ”Hey Graham... Whatcha up to today?” He asked. Letting two less that great guys like Shin and Graham meet... That would certainly lead to trouble, right?



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OOC: He's wearing the outfit in the left hand picture, minus the badge.
Lemme know if I need to edit

[Colour Me Krista]

LOCATION ❧ Winnie's front porch ❦ COMPANY ❧ winnie and lilith who are inside


Pennie pedaled rather fast down the sidewalks of Brookshire. She was absolutely appalled with herself for forgetting that she had a meeting today, and now she was going to be late! She thought back to her Head Cheerleader days, and how if anyone was ever late... then they were at the bottom of the pyramid that day. Pennie wondered if she would end up with a smaller part because she was late... In the end, it would be what was fair and she would accept it. Plus! It was good to let other people have a chance to shine, and to try new things. Her cheeks started to turn pink but she wasn't winded. At least not yet. Pennie actually got a good amount of distance down before her bike suddenly gave out and forced her onto the pavement. It was a rather embarrassing crash, but Pennie was fine for the most part. Her hand got a little scraped up, but her sweater had protected her arms from scraped up as well. Pennie remained on the pavement for a bit, then groaned and slowly began to sit up. There was a tear in the right knee her jeans now, and some bloody scrape underneath. Pennie paused to stare at it for a bit, her eyes stinging and threatening to tear up out of pain and embarrassment. She felt her face, and everything seemed to be in place and not hurt at all, though her sunglasses were missing. She looked around and saw that they were a few feet away and one of her lenses were broken. With a frown, Pennie managed to get herself up off the pavement and start to brush herself off, then checked and made sure her hat was still ontop of her head. Luckily, it indeed was. The Ex-cheerleader moved over to her bicycle to examine just what was the cause of her fall, and saw that her chain had broken. ”Ohhh... Bad Luck...” she said to herself, then sniffed wiped her face with her sleeve.

What as she going to do now? Walk the rest of the way and arrive even later in a pair of ripped pants and all beat up? There was no way... She looked around and then picked up her bike to move it out of the way of anyone who may be passing by. She then took her cell phone out of her purse, and dialed her Dad's number. It rang, and rang, all while Pennie kept mummbling ”Come on Daddy, pick up... pick up...” It went to voicemail, so dialed again... Only to have the same thing happen again. With an irritated sigh, she put her phone away, not bothering to look at any of her messages, and then crossed her arms. Maybe she should call the Producer and explain what happened? But more than likely this was super important... It was then that Pennie realized that she was just outside of the neighborhood that Winnie lived in. Her friend was home... Maybe she could run crying to her bestie and get a ride out of it? Perhaps borrow a dress or a another pair of pants? Pennie preferred to dress a bit girlie and frilly when she wanted to make a good impression. In her daily looks, she often wore comfy things with flares inspired by some of her favorite movies. with the fedora and roudn sunglasses, today had been a Pretty in Pink Duckie day. Was Pennie a huge fan of 80's fashion? In general, no. Though a few trends like Leggings and off-shoulder sweaters were nice, some of the crazier things, like shoulder pads, Pennie hoped would never come back into style. Typically, Pennie like a more retro fifties look: swing skirts, heels, gloves, and florals. Of course, dressing like that everyday could be tiring and considered a bit odd by her peers.

Pennie grabbed her bike and began to walk at a quick and steady pace towards Winnie's house, praying that her and Lilith hadn't left to go anywhere. The blonde wasn't one hundred percent sure about how she felt about the other girl, remembering her to be a bit dark and odd. Wasn't there a rumor that she helped out at the morgue and somewhat obsessed over murders or monsters or something? It was an odd matchup for Winnie and Lilith to be friends, but just who was Pennie to judge? She didn't know the girl at all so it would be wrong for her to jump to odd conclusions about her. After all, most of what Pennie knew were strictly rumors. It still was odd.. Perhaps there was some deeper reasoning for the sudden friendship? Maybe they were... together? Pennie stopped walking as her eyes widened and her cheeks blushed. Were Winnie and Lilith secretly lesbians with each other? Oh the scandal... Pennie quickly shook her head and erased the thoughts from her head. After all Winnie had a crush on Ty! An adorable crush that Pennie supported. She and the Jock were friends, falling into the sterio type of jocks and cheerleaders hanging out rather often, but Ty had a reputation. Still, it was a cute crush, and Pennie giggled to herself for ever letting the whole lesbian thing come into her mind.

She finally made it to her friend's house, and put her bike on it's kickstand in the drive way. She quickly made her way to front door and began to knock on it, calling out to whomever was inside, ”WIIIINNNNIIIIIEEEEE!!! Winnie it's PENNIE!! Help! Help! My bike broke, and I fell and I need a band-aid and I have a meeting, and can I borrow some clothes? WINNIE??!!!” She knocked a bit more, then pulled out her cellphone to examine her messages before the door was answered, only finding time to answer Kaleb's. She wanted to keep him updated since he was the one actually at the meeting.

To: Kaleb

): My bike chain
broke and i fell and
got hurt. I'm trying
to get a ride from a
friend, i'll be there!!!!
STALL KALEB
TELL THEM YOUR
LIFE STORY!!!!


OOC:
Click bottom graphic for outfit

[Nox Night]

I kiss the mirror because I love myself on the inside and see no monsters, no sign of narcissism here, just loving me for who I
am and not those silly material possessions. I just wish everyone could see the value of my ways to lead a better life.

Ellie couldn't help but feel odd when Ty talked after her with the tone of playfulness in his voice before he shrugged at her question, not really being a big help with it. She nervously chew the inside of her right cheek till she felt the raw mesh of broken skin and she couldn't help but become backward, that easiness she just had with these guys before a few minutes ago was gone now. She felt ashamed and weary, wanting to crawl back into a corner and just play with the animals in silence with no one else around. She tried to keep up her level of ease when both had first walked in by listening attentively to Ophelia when she started to speak but stopped, only getting to say 'I' and her attention swung over to Ty and she felt herself get a bit dizzy from her nervousness. "W-what?" he went on to say he had someone to go see and go down the road of the possibility of them talking again. She really didn't see that happening but really didn't have the heart to tell him that, she preferred to be the quiet person in the background at school and social situations out of work that had a requirement for being talkative and attentive. That's why she had only one friend at the school all three of them went to, she felt she didn't need anymore. If she got more, then she got more friends, she left it all up to chance and didn't ever go up to the betting table to shake things up. She then heard the door slam shut behind her and she jumped a little when she was looking down at the cellphone that held Ty's number on the screen. She whimpered softly to herself for she knew that whenever her boss got to slamming, crashing and stuff like that. It surely meant that she was going to get a big lecture and yelling in the back once the two were gone. When Cecilia got angry, she didn't need force to make you scared and terrified like she did, her words were enough, the lady knew how to use them. The redhead definitely made it up on the most terrifying people list for Eliza, she'd rather die then have to go through with it.

She sniffed "What if I don't want to come? or even can't?" not like she really cared about his response or what he said. "I'm not one of those people that does stuff like that, and I'm kind of introverted for future reference" she said honestly without any thought because it was true in a way. She didn't really understand kids like she was with grownups that were older than herself. She then heard something about a boyfriend and she huffed, knowing that the two of them weren't dating each other, or even had anything going between them from what she saw. The possibility of them being all secretive about it didn't seem like an option, bu then again, she didn't know either of them at all. She was just a newbie, a simple backward novice, her opinion didn't matter because of that simple fact. it's kind of why she felt like the whole party thing was a trick, she read books and watched movies like everyone else. It could be a Carrie type of situation going on, she would go to the place filled with her peers and get humiliated like no other, there just wouldn't be any killings or death going on as a cause from her. Once Ophelia denied the boyfriend thing, both shortly went off and left her alone in the front. She grabbed her kitten and pulled her close to her, she sat near the back of the front to the store and turned herself away from facing the front. It was then that she let the tears fall as to not scare away customers and make them wonder about her. God she felt so foolish with that encounter with the two people her age, she didn't want to go to the party right now, not with what happened. These people seemed to have their own lives to lead and when she asked, she seemed to be ignored about issues brought up between the others around her. There was no room for a newbie, she was lucky that Ed had become friends with her, he was surely nice. What if Ophelia went to him and told him about what happened, what if they laughed at her?

In her mind there was a big chance that Ty must be doing the same. "ELIZA!" she heard Cecilia shout from the back before she slammed the door open with a loud bang and clearly fuming. "I JUST GOT A CALL, YOU KNOW I'VE WENT OVER POLICY WITH YOU....Oh" the yelling stopped and Cecilia got a pitying look on her face reserved for her when she had paused and spoke softly. "You know that you should be more attentive and at least act better and more professional then you did while those two were in here. I wasn't going to chew you out in front of them to save you humiliation from me, next time ask customers if they need anything and never assume." The redhead shook her head as a nervous smile danced on her lips. "Listen girl, what's wrong?" her boss laughed nervously, she knew that the redhead didn't handle tears and sadness being displayed well at all and got frantic about it. "I'm home sick is all, it'll take awhile to get used to it I guess by the way this is going for me." Cecilia nodded as she opened the register and pulled out some money and handed it to her "Certainly not for you, but for her, for the cats she brought, she ran off before I could really say anything or interject between the three of you without coming off rude." Cecilia grimaced, at least she was trying to be a better person and not so horrible acting to a lot of others, sometimes she had the attitude of a bitter old lady.

"That conversation you all was pretty different, maybe you should just go back home to help you deal with it better." She nodded and got up clutching Skadi and took her vest off and handing it to Cecilia. She went on out the back, not the front as to not estrange herself even more, she ran out, finding that she needed a relaxing drink. Something like coffee or tea... She went home and dropped off her cat, wiping away her tears and heading for the Dream Bean Cafe and getting a drink. She sat down and took a sip of the drink in front of her before setting it down and just staring blankly at it. She missed her old home, she wanted it back right now. Her life back there was more enjoyable, she actually had more than one friend, and knew for certain that they weren't and wouldn't be mocking her at any point in time. There was also more to do there and no weird noises in the night and sinks that creepily turned on by themselves. She shuddered, blanching and taking another sip with her shaky hand, this town was oozing the creepy vibe even if the people here were not. What she wouldn't give for a good protest like she so loved doing, she chocked a sob and bit her lip before laying her head on the table. What she wouldn't give to get away or for something or someone to truly distract her from all these horrible feelings that she was having roll around in turmoil. Homesick, she was terribly homesick.


OOC:
Where: at the Dream Bean Cafe
Wearing: E's outfit

Eliza Lilian Fury

[m a c a b r e M I S S Y]

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After Lilith tried on the dress, she figured it was time to take a shower. Maybe that would get rid of her sour mood. Winnie told Lilith she would be going into the shower and left her room, her little kitten ran about the house playing with a little ball it found underneath her bed. Winnie smiled a little bit, stopping at the linen closet so she could grab a bath towel and a smaller one she could wrap around her hair when she was done. Winnie closed the closet before she continued down the hall and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door and stood across from the mirror. Her towels were placed on the hook on the door before she looked at herself, head cocking to the side. She wondered what was wrong with her, why Ty wouldn’t want to be with her instead of Izy. The woman grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head; eyes gazed into the mirror still watching her naked torso. She wasn’t ugly, her skin was smooth, and she barely had any scars. There were a couple, but she didn’t think that they were so bad. Winnie sighed softly, wiggling out of her pyjama bottoms. They were taken and folded, placed on top of her shirt before she turned and walked toward the bath tub. The taps were turned on and soon the bathroom was filled with steam. Winnie stepped into the shower, groaning loudly as she felt the hot water hit her back.

It felt great to shower; she always relaxed when she started the process of getting clean. Her pink hair was placed under the water and as usual, the water turned a very light shade of pink. Winnie knew that she would have to dye her hair again before her blond roots started showing. She smiled with her eyes closed, the steam making it a little hard to breathe. Winnie stood under the water for a few minutes, thinking about Izy and Ty. Was her crush on Ty just because she saw his good side? The one where he was nice to his little sisters, the one where he wasn’t a jerk all the time? That is the Ty she really, really liked. To know that his personality was different around his family was great to know but was that the lie? He hid both sides of him, the bad side from his family and the good side from his friends at school. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t be good all the time, sure he might lose some friends but wouldn’t he feel better about himself? Winnie ran her fingers through her soaked hair before she squirted some shampoo into the palm of her hand, when she started to wash her hair she massaged her scalp. Izy didn’t deserve him; Winnie even thought that she didn’t deserve to have a child. She wasn’t ready to take care of the kid and she hoped that Izy would do the right thing which in Winnie’s opinion was to let someone else take care of her baby.

After she finished washing her hair she continued cleaning herself, it didn’t take long for her to be finished. Winnie had turned off the water when she heard someone banging at her front door and yelling her name. Panicked and sort of annoyed that her relaxed mood was ruined, Winnie wrapped a towel around her still soaked body and rushed to the front door. When she got there, the sound of Pennie’s voice calmed her down a little bit. The door was opened and Winnie blinked.

"Pennie! Oh gosh!!! Are you okay????!" Winnie looked at her best friend, reaching out to grab Pennie’s arm and drag her into the house. When she was in the door was closed and she locked it, turning around to look over her. "Aww! Let’s get you cleaned up" Winnie spoke softly, almost motherly to her friend as she walked back to the linen closet to get out their first aid kit. Winnie was used to cleaning scrapes and cuts, her father taught her too and she helped him when he could; especially if he had a sliver in one of his fingers. Winnie missed her father, she remembered when she used to go with him on his trips and he would get all of her assignments from school so she could do them while she was with him. She was older now, she supposed it was okay for her to stay home alone all the time. It did make her a little lonely and it did worry her from time to time, she forced a smile for her friend as she came back into the living room. Winnie walked over to the ex-cheerleader, adjusting her towel so it wouldn’t fall off before she kneeled down and opened the first aid kit. Winnie took her friends left hand carefully, opening it so she could take out the saline. A little puff ball was taken from a package and she wet it with the saline, patting it gently over Pennie’s left hand, then did the same with the right hand. "Is anywhere else hurt?" she asked, placing the puff ball onto the table before she wrapped her arms around Pennie, giving her a gentle hug. Winnie had cleaned up any other scrapes Pennie had and put bandaids on so no dirt would get inside them.

"You can borrow some clothes by the way!" she smiled, patting her friends head while she stood up. "I just have to get my clothes and dry my hair, then I’ll give you a ride to your meeting" Winnie turned away from her friend, glad to see that there were no major injuries. Winnie walked into her room, surprised to see that Lilith wasn’t in there. With a confused look on her face, she walked to her closet and took out a pair of leopard leggings and a pink shirt she didn’t wear for a while, along with undergarments. Winnie smiled at Pennie before she made her way back into the bathroom. She dried off quickly, putting on her undergarments when that was finished. Her hair was next, a hair dryer was turned on and she began drying her hair. After her hair was dry enough she put her hair in a quick, messy bun and get into the rest of her clothes. The pink haired female opened the door and walked back into her bedroom, hoping to see that Pennie changed out of her clothes into something else. Winnie had a wide variety of clothing, mainly because she enjoyed sewing and bought her fabric when the stores had sales or online where she received discounts for purchasing X amount of fabric and accessories. "Are you feeling better?" she asked while walking over to her dresser to look through her jewellery. Once she was content with what she picked out, everything was put on and she grabbed the shoes she decided to wear, slipping into them. "Ready whenever you are cutie patootie!" Winnie grinned this time, grabbing her phone and purse she had used yesterday so she could empty everything into a new one. The girl checked her phone, looking at the text from Pennie and smiling a little before she looked at the text from Ty.


To: Ty : )
From: Winnie
Message: Oh…yeah, I’ll def go!
Idk about Lilith tho.
Do you want to come over and we
could make some food to bring?
I have a new recipe I want to try out!
& maybe you could take something to
your cute sisters n.n;; Oh plus, I can
get the care package ready for you to
take!! ^_____________^

Excited now because she sent the text to Ty, Winnie fixed her hair a little bit to make sure it wasn’t too messy. With a look around the room she noticed that the dress she made for Lilith was gone, figuring that the other girl just went somewhere to try it on, she walked over to her bed and sat down, waiting for Pennie to be ready to leave. Winnie had decided that the clothing she bought for her teddy bears could go to Ty’s sister(s), she wouldn’t ask for anything back because they deserved it. She knew she had a lot of jewellery and hair pieces that they could keep. Winnie hoped it would make the little angel happy, she checked her phone one more time before putting it into her purse.

Where ---@ Home!
Outfit Right here ! ! !

[mokiepuppymaster]

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● » TYREESE ROMAN OLIVER
The Jock «

Ty actually found it more amusing to tease Ophelia this way. Playing nice, he didn't think there was a reason why Ellie would think anything negatively of him. He wanted to keep the mood light and airy, at least on his end. Ophelia was obviously uncomfortable. She was looking down at her shoes, almost as if she were shrinking to an even smaller size. It took everything for him not to ask if she showered before leaving the house, or were there too many cats everywhere? He didn't. Instead he stayed where he was against the counter, ready to take his leave, while waiting for Ellie to decide whether or not she was going to take his number. He glanced back over at the girl to see if she had tugged out her cellphone, however furrowed his brows when he noticed her just...standing there. He didn't know if she looked like she was going to throw up, or break down into an uncontrollable fit of sadness. Whatever it was, Ellie had drastically changed from her original cute self. He wanted to ask her if she was okay, especially when she sniffled, but didn't have the chance. She had already started speaking.

"What if I don't want to come? or even can't?" He parted his lips to comment, but stopped when she continued. "I'm not one of those people that does stuff like that, and I'm kind of introverted for future reference" She was cold. At that moment, all of the friendliness that he was presented with the moment he entered the store, was all but a vague memory. He awkwardly chuckled, unsure of what he was supposed to say at that moment. All he could manage was, "The ********] He wasn't even pissed, just severely confused. He slowly lowered his phone, now knowing that she was interested in having any kind of contact with him. Why? He wasn't sure. Ty was popular. He was well-known through-out the school, the star athlete, frequently went to parties, etc. He didn't know why Ellie was suddenly acting like he had some kind of awful disease. She even huffed when he made the comment about Ophelia and Ed dating. Of course Ophelia stormed out of the room, commenting that the Edward wasn't her boyfriend, and Ty only offered a look.

"It was a joke," he muttered under his breath, at least he was able to control himself. Oh, how badly Ty wanted to make a joke about both of them needing to get laid, so they'd lighten up. But he didn't. Instead he heaved a sigh and looked over at Ellie. The girl was once again quiet, and acted as though she had no interest in him whatsover. In a swift motion he waved both of his hands up in the air, in a defensive manner. At that point, there was no point in even trying. He didn't say good-bye to her or that he wanted to see her at the party. He just left.

It was once he was outside that he noticed he had a text message. He tugged it out to see it was from Izy. It was only after he started reading it, that he realized he forgot to instantly delete it. She wanted to talk, and he grimaced at the topic that was sure to come up. Babies. He hated babies. He absolutely despised them, and children as a whole. He expected her to tell him that he was supposed to take responsibility. He expected her to add in something about how he was supposed to be there for her. He expected her to tell him that she was planning on telling her parents. So many worst-case senarios ran through his mind, and none gave him a good idea of how he was supposed to handle dealing with the party-girl. She was heading over to his house, so he couldn't get out of seeing her. He'd rathe rhave Izy talk to him, than his grandmother. So with a deep breath, he replied:

To: Izy
From: Ty

Alright. See you in a bit.


He was tempted to reply with a simple 'k', but had decided against it at the last minute. Then another text poopped up in his inbox. He started strolling down the sidewalk, while reading over what Kain had sent. The text wasn't much of anything, although he did raise his brow at the end. when Kain made the statement: I'm just helping April with some things is all, and that's it, I know you want her. Ty wasn't sure what it was about that line, but it rubbed him the wrong way. He shrugged it off, and swiftly thumbed out a reply to his friend.

To: Kain
From: Ty

I'm not at the petshop anymore.
that new girl. dunno what's up w/ her.
she seems bi-polar or sumthin. Bet
she's a carpetmuncher. What are you
helping April w/?


Almost immediately after he sent his text, he received a reply from April. The message caused Ty to stop walking, and he just stared at the words for a moment, trying to fully take in everything. She was asking him if he liked her, then followed up by telling him that there would never be anything between them. He couldn't say anything for a moment, he just stood there in the middle of the sidewalk. He gripped his cellphone, ready to throw it down at the pavement. However he didn't. Instead he took a deep breath, and started writing out a reply to her. Before he could finish the first line, he deleted it. All he could think about was the fact that Kain hung out with April for one afternoon and she's suddenly rejecting him. He tried writing out several texts, but they all turned into '******** yous' and 'are you ******** kidding me's, and several other rude things. All he could think about was how betrayed he felt. However he didn't want to make anyone suspicious, so he took a deep breath, and replied.

To: April
From: Ty

Is this some kind of joke? Who told
you that I liked you?


To: Kain
From: Ty

Hey. So, where do you want to meet up?


Ty didn't think he was pissed. When he was pissed, he acted on impulse. When he acted on impulse, things typically wound up broken, and feelings (or body parts) were nothing but hurt. Tyreese Oliver knew exactly how to tell when he was pissed. As of right now, he was irritated, hurt and confused. He was confused of how all of this happened. He had no idea why April would decide to text him, out of all times, the way she had. He had no idea why she was so bluntly rude and harsh to him. She acted as though he was nothing but dirt. Did she not realize who he is? Then there was Ellie, who just waltzed into town not too long ago, and she was talking to him like she was the s**t? "No ma'am, it don't work like that," he muttered to himself, trying to keep himself calm. He took breaths, he chuckled lightly and even shook his head in disbelief. Everything that was happening, had to be some kind of prank. There was no way this was happening. Now, the question was, who was behind it? Landon? Was it really Landon's style? [******** doesn't really have a style,' he soon reminded himself as tossed his cellphone up and down in his hand.

When he neared his house, he recieved his text from Winnie. At first he expected a message about how he was the scum of the earth, or something flat out rude. He expected Winnie to test his patience as much as Ellie and April had. Instead it wasn't. If anything, Winnie had said that she would go to Liam's party, which left Ty feeling very surprised. He excited, but still surprised. Winnie was a goody-two-shoes, and Liam's parties were anything but innocent. Then that's when he saw in her text about him coming over. He had mixed feelings. On one hand, he wouldn't mind going over to Winnie's. He had planned on doing so earlier. However on the other hand, he wasn't good at cooking. He sucked at it. How could he say no to her text message though? There were cute little faces mixed in with the text, and even a huge smilie-thing with a big mouth.

To: Winnie
From: Ty

Sure. I'll be over in 30min/1hr or so?
Also do u know that girl named Ellie
or something like that? Does she seem
weird 2 u? Crazy weird. She was doing
some weird stuff @ the pet shop.


He almost wrote the word 's**t', but surprisingly censored himself. Once the text was sent, he put his phone away and walked closer to his house. What Ty didn't realize was that she was already knocking on the door of his house. Soon his mother opened the door and offered the girl a puzzled look, before greeting her with a warm smile. "I assume that you're one of Tyreese's friends," she asked Izy. "He's out at the moment, but you're welcome to come inside- actually, there he is now." The woman placed her hand on her hip as Ty jogged up to the porch. "You wanted to talk?" he said, trying his hardest not to make too much eye contact with his mom. He didn't want her to start asking questions. His mom held open the door for them to enter, but he shook his head. "Eh, we're fine for now. I mean, if Izy wants to come in-- sorry, this is Izy. She's from...school," he added feeling more awkward by the second. His mom nodded then moved inside of the house. However on the way in, she made sure to add, "Izy if you need anything, just let me know." Then she was gone, and Ty looked over at Izy, wondering exactly where to begin their conversation. He heaved a sigh, then took a seat on the front porch, upon one of the steps. "So...what's up? You...wanted to talk?" he began, but another thought swiftly came to mind. "Before we jump into that, I need to know...how many people know?"

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Location:: At Home w/ Izy
Attire:: CLICKERS
OoC:: Still tweaking layout

[rajio_obake]

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Maybe it was just because he was still in game mode that he was caught off guard in his thoughts. Was it odd finding someone who could deal with his rambling, or much less his awkward socially inept-ness…? He wasn’t as awkward before all the rumors about his family arose. He liked to think he was once a normal kid. He used to play soccer, and was into sports at a time. Though his athletic skills soon seemed to fade as well as his social skills. Maybe it was odd because now he was usually seen as ‘That one guy with the crazy mom’ or just ‘The gamer’, or some other more demeaning names. The one thing he found himself glad about was that he didn’t live up to the traditional gamer stereotype of being ugly or repulsive or anything. He was just that average looking guy. There was nothing special about him. He wasn’t like his father. He wasn’t someone who could go galavanting off without a care. Did he take after his mother? And if so, which attributes did he gain from her? He hoped that whatever she had wasn’t contagious like a disease. Would it work like Alzheimer's and he’d get it with age? He was unsure if he even wanted to know if he got those traits. Yet he kind of feared psychiatrist so he wouldn’t want to go and find out. His fear of psychiatrist fell under his fear of hospitals so if he had to get his brain scanned, or just anything inside a hospital... It was just no. He had no plans to go anywhere near a place with linoleum floors where it smelt like formaldehyde.

Steering clear of the hospital was a routine thing for him. At times he even went out of his way to avoid the doctors and nurses who worked there. Even the school nurse. It was a bit irrational that he was aware of. Just as he was aware of he hadn’t had a recent check up in a while. However he would rather be sick than spend a second in a hospital. Given the extraneous circumstances of his childhood he would rather not bring up, he could blame his fear on a specific event though it was passed that period now he still couldn’t help bringing it up from time to time. Thinking of his parents part of him wondered why he didn’t turn out more masculine or just more guy-ish. It was proven from the mix of chromosomes and the family genetics that when his mother was still alive they could have made someone who turned out to look like him. But Edward had always thought and assumed if they had ever conceived another child before his mother’s passing that their other offspring would turn out being an attractive, extrovert. A people person. Someone Edward was not. Heck, even out of all the names they could have given him ‘Edward’ seemed tame. He didn’t get an odd name or a more unique sounding name. Just average, ole Ed.

When he got to his car he took a moment to check his phone and saw that Henry wanted to meet at the arcade. That sounded fine to him. It was familiar territory that was for sure. The cafe was just... Well he wasn’t sure just trying to give options. He knew he wanted to hang out with the guy in a public place though just for precautionary measures. After all the other was older than him and it was the first time they’d be meeting face to face. So with witnesses present it seemed like a better bet than to go off alone with the other. Ed had watched the cop shows he’d seen the creepy creatures from Hollywood and this guy worked for Hollywood. Who could understand. It was just a rare thing to meet someone online. The realist was keeping an optimistic outlook on the situation though. As he thumbed a reply to Mr. Tech Savvy.

To:: Henry
From:: Ed

Message:: Mmkay. I’ll see u there.

The next text message he saw was from the animal rights activist. And to be honest he felt kind of bad that he didn’t get to spend time with the female. Though he had made these plans a while back so it wasn’t like it was his fault... It was more so the time of it all. Though he would still get to see the female at school tomorrow so maybe he could hang out with her then. It depended if it was a A day or a B day and which classes he had or didn’t have. The school system was so confusing like that. He was still getting to learn what kind of games she liked and was into... Maybe Henry, Ellie, and him could have a wifi session and play a game. Though Ed’s favourite games did tend to fall under single player rpg horror based... There were a few games who fell into the genre that were multiplayer, like ‘Left 4 Dead 2’ for instance. Though as he started to think of games he realized he wanted to play some Dead Space 2. Yet before he delved too far into his obsessive game mindset he sent a message out to the auburn haired female.

To:: Ellie
From:: Ed
Message:: Ahh well hopefully your day gets
more exciting than mine. [: And I’ll try I don’t
want to make too many false promises I can’t
keep. -tobehonest >.> it’s later than I thought it was-
Though we’ll see thanks! Have fun at work.
And maybe if you sat your dad down and talked it
out? -shrug- I dunno just a suggestion

After the message was off and sent he went ahead and started his car up as he drove off to where the arcade was. It wasn’t a long route though he had to drive around to the back to park though he had to go around to back to park. Getting out of the car he headed around to the front of the arcade glancing in he only saw kids and none of them matched the picture of Henry’s profile pictures so maybe the male just wasn’t there yet. As he waited outside to waste some more time he pulled out his cellphone once again to see if twitter was updated, though he had a text message from Ophelia. Reading the first one the first thought that came to mind was, ‘Of course she can come over.’ It wasn’t really something she needed to ask about. Though her second text message was off-putting... Had Ty really got to Ellie so fast. ‘Everyone loves Ty... why wouldn’t she want to be his friend... or friends with his posse.’ All three of his tormentors.. He viewed them as on a popularity level far above his own. Starting a reply to his friend it gave him a moment to rethink some things.

To:: Ophie
From:: Ed

Message:: Yep it should fine!
And ... nah thanks though,
I think I’ll be okay. I’m used to
her silent remarks.

&& Are you sure? I mean...
She didn’ seem like.. well I dunno
thanks for the advice.

Now was he going to head his best friends warning was another thing. He wasn’t sure. Part of him wanted to see for himself. Maybe it was silly but... He hoped that Ellie wouldn’t fall for Ty... Well.... if she did that was fine but as long as it didn’t change how she acted around him he’d be fine.

When he looked up there was a person he hadn’t seen before coming towards him. Ed looked at the male with an almost baffled expression till it made more sense. Who this male was... He sounded different from how he expected him to sound upon first meeting, “Eh.. Not so long...” There was a pause as he wondered if he should just reintroduce himself or not. However before he could say anything the older male suggested they head in. Yep... though the arcade isn’t as fancy or anything like the one’s in the city probably..” After stating that though his attention was more so on the other’s arm around his shoulder... It was a bit more touchy than he would have liked. He wasn’t used to such an action. Granted Ed didn’t like physical contact in general. It may have been why his relationship with Winona wasn’t as much of a relationship but just an advanced friendship. He wasn’t into public displays of affection. Not to the closeness of Henry was making him feel all kinds of awkward. Part of him wondered if he should remove the other’s arm himself or if it would be perceived as rude. Luckily the other removed his arm without Ed having to say anything and there was a sigh of relief that he tried to hide from the other. The burn marks and scratches on his arms, combined with being punched and beat on in/out of school... The raven haired male just did not like touching. Even in a friendly way.

Being in the building Ed felt a bit embarrassed for his small town. It wasn’t like they had any cool games... Just a few but nothing seriously interesting. When the other made his suggestion Ed looked over at the game the male motioned to and gave a bit of a nod, “Sounds fine with me... Afterwards there’s Defector III.” Ed went ahead and pulled out his wallet. A stash of quarters in his back pocket just for this side of town. Putting in his quarter he waited for the other male to do the same before he joined in the game. Maybe a conversation was best? Though he started playing the game before he started talking, “So what exactly is your team doing here? I know you mentioned some of it on AIM but was there some other hidden agenda or.. Nothin really?” He was asking more so hoping that the Delarosa Exorcism didn’t come up on the documentary.. Though also just to talk, “Have you guys found anything exciting yet?” They weren’t really personal questions just general enough to start a conversation though... That Ed thought he was doing a good job at so far though his eyes were more so on the game then the other male.. It wasn’t like he needed to look the otehr in the eyes to talk though he had a video game headset and talked to people looking at his tv screen before why should now at an arcade zone be any different?








Location:: Arcade
With:: Henry
Attire:: Average get up


What have I done to deserve this?
What have I done?

[midgetminion]

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It couldn't be helped that Liam was feeling a little anxious about replenishing his stash. He figured he could quit whenever he wanted, but it didn't change the fact that he liked to know he always could get a little high whenever he wanted it. With how dull Brookshire typically was, it made it a lot more interesting. Even now, he could be up in his room smoking, but instead, he was stuck doing laundry. The teen was just glad that he had the idea to take his cell phone with him so he could entertain himself. That, and the fact that there was an elderly tenant that kept trying to make small talk to him. It seemed that pretending he was taking a phone call seemed to be the only way to make her leave him alone. Although, when he actually started getting some replies back, it became a lot easier to keep himself preoccupied.

The text from Shin had been the first one he had been inspecting. He should have saw the 'don't be stupid' part coming. After all, looking back at the original message he sent, he could have been a little more discrete. Oh well, it wasn't like he could change anything yet. What was the disappointing part was that he was going to have to wait a little while before he could be able to make the exchange. If the other wasn't working, then they would meet up, but when the guy was, he always had to wait until the dude was on break. Being the loyal customer he was, the druggie was pretty familiar with the Asian's schedule, which is why he knew he had some time to kill. 'Ahh man...what the hell am I s'pose to do till then?' he silently wondered to himself as he debating texting the other back. In the end, he decided against it since the less amount of back-and-forth messages he had to the dealer the better. Last thing he wanted was for anyone to figure out that he was a regular buyer. Okay...so a number of his classmates knew that he had his ways of getting his hands on drugs since he would take them to the parties he would throw, but he didn't need anyone who was an officer, was uptight, or old finding out. You would think he would be a little more careful with the fact that the girl he would regularly ******** was buddy buddy with the deputy. However, Liam was a little notorious for making illogical choices.

"Next one from...Izy," he mumbled to himself as he clicked into her message. As his eyes scanned over it, a puzzled expression formed on his face. He didn't like that the girl was being so vague about what was going on. Honestly, he was hoping that there wasn't anything serious going on and that the craziness was little things. She said that they could get ******** up together soon, but then turned around and said that he could do it without her. That was obviously true, but the party girl was fun. Maybe she was truly trying to calm her ways down because she was pregnant. 'Naaahh, it's just a rumor. No ********' way she's knocked up...right?' Liam wanted to reassure himself, but found it a little difficult to fully trust his own words. What he needed to do was actually talk to the chick, and if he was going to have some people over tonight, then it would be the perfect time to set it up. Both of the druggie's thumbs worked at typing up a reply to the female.


To: Izy
From: WilLiam
Need me 2 hurt sumone for
U? Haha, u kno I'll do it.
But seriously, u should
c** over tonite.

With that out of the way, Will decided to go straight to Ty's message. Originally the teen wasn't planning a full scale party, but his buddy seemed to think it was a good idea. 'Eh, what's the worse that could happen,' he thought to himself as he grinned at the idea of making it a real party. If that was the case, then he would definitely have to make sure others knew about this. Before replying to Tyreese, he decided to go ahead and check his other messages as he walked out of the laundry room. There was something from Nicole, which made a smirk appear on his face, but it faded when he read the first line. Was she seriously about saying they couldn't meet up? Maybe this was one of those little games. If he did his work then he'd get a reward at school? That was a nice idea at first, however the teen didn't know exactly how patient he was feeling. He had to get past today in order to get his prize, but that was only if he did some serious extra credit, which he didn't feel like doing. He definitely wouldn't have the time if he was going to party tonight.


To: Nic
From: WilLiam
So does that mean
U can't even c**
to a party tonite?
Could I at least
get a pic? I haven't
seen u all weekend.

To: Ty
From WilLiam
Guess I'm having a
party then. Pass the
word around but not
2 too many ppl.


With those messages sent, Will decided that it was probably time to head out for the day. So he may one quick trip back into his apartment to grab a jacket before headed out. It may not have been a beautifully sunny day, but being out felt nice. Especially because hanging out alone was going to drive him crazy. He didn't know where he was going to go at first, but that was the perk of living in a small town. Things were in walking distance. It wasn't like he was paying much attention to a destination anyways. Instead, he had his phone out again so he could go over the rest of his mail. There was a reply from Kaleb, but an unmarked number jumped out at him more. He was curious who the sender was...but this curiosity only increased once he actually read the message. He had a secret admirer? The fact brought a cocky grin to appear, especially at the fact that his chick was seemingly like she was desperate to have him. What was even cooler was the fact that it sounded like it was one of those Variety four girls. Who else would want to meet at the studio? That had to mean that either Pennie or Malory. So one of them wanted him to ******** them- "Sweeeeet," he said to himself as he felt his ego rising.

There was the fact that Nicole might not like it, but she had told him that she couldn't hang out anyways tonight. Sure, he was trying to coax her into it, but a secret admirer was so much more interesting. Besides, it wasn't like to two of them had an official relationship either. They never actually specified anything...sure Liam would randomly give her gifts and would talk to her (in private) like she was his. The only problem was that the girl had a boyfriend away at college, which gave him the perfect excuse to screw another chick if given the chance. 'Only a complete a** would turn down a fan after she got all deep and stuff,' he thought, trying to keep his conscious in the clear. It would be even easier to feel guilt free if he actually knew which girl it was that was trying to get in his pants. One use to be on the cheer squad, which meant she was probably a freak in bed. He also recalled that the girl was generally pretty bubbly and all positive all the time...so either she was cool with the fact that he was a druggie, or Pennie didn't know. Plus she had nice boobs. Then there was Malory. The Asian seemed like she liked attention, so maybe she was one of those girls who like to roleplay during. She also had the hair, which would be easier to grab onto. 'Both of 'em seem like their kinda ********- what's that word? Trendy. Yeah, trendy, so they should be pretty good a giving blow jobs then, right?' he silently concluded before sending his reply.

To: Blocked Number
From: WilLiam
Secret admirer, huh?
Gonna give me a hint
about who u r or what
u can do? Im throwing
a party tonite. U can
c** but u gotta make it
worth my wild to drop by
the studio first. Whatd
u have in mind...

To: Kaleb
From: WilLiam
Party at my place tonite.
Also, quick question. Who
do u think would b freakier
in bed/give the best blow
job- Malory or Pennie?

Surely Kaleb would be able to answer the question for him. He worked with both girls, so he probably had the inside scoop. It wasn't that Liam could really remember if Kaleb ever told him about any sexual experiences with either of the girls, but there had to be some behind the scene action going on. Why wouldn't the star want to share his secrets with a friend? Kaleb obviously wasn't dating any of them, so it should be fine. If anything, it should be like how Liam didn't mind sharing a joint with a friend. Speaking of joints...'Shhhhhhhit. How could I forget about Shin's break?' he yelling at himself before taking off in a sprint toward the music store. He had complete lost track of time while he was roaming. The dealer's break was probably just about over by now. The last thing he wanted was for the other to think he was trying to blow him off.

Upon arriving at the store, the teen hurried around to the back, yet didn't seen male he was looking for. He moved like he was about to go inside of the backdoor, but the memory that he didn't work there hit him. Besides, Shin was pretty strict about not wanting to do business in front of potential customers...but this was important. He had a party to throw tonight and if he was suppose to be meeting his secret admirer beforehand, it would be easier to get the pick-up over before he ran out of time. In the end, William decided to head back around to the front of the store so he could stroll inside. He had tried composing himself, but his breathing was still a bit hard from all of the running he didn't prior. He flashed a grin at the cashier before heading to a random rack pretending to look interested in it. Glancing up, blue eyes trailed around the room, but he didn't see Shin out on the floor. He must have either been in his office or the bathroom, so how was he going to get him out here? The first thing that came into his mind, he decided to go with. Thus, Will bought a CD from the bargain-bin and walked back outside so he could lean up against the building. Whipping out his cell, the teen sent the dealer a text.


To: Shin
From: WilLiam
Do u like it in the
front or the back? I
can do it either way
but ur front looks good.
I'm so ready for u (;

He figured that he didn't need to be too blunt about it, so seeming like he had the wrong number should be enough to get Shin's attention. Besides, Liam wasn't gay, so he figured the dealer should have gotten that he was just trying to tell him he was outside the front of the store. It wasn't like he could just wait around in the back without looking like a freak. He just hoped that Shin wouldn't be too pissed about his lateness...

╣In front of The Music Store╠╣Wearing╠
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That's to me the American way
¤╬═════════════════════╬¤
Roll that | light that | hit that | hold that
Blow that s**t out slow | then pass it to me bro

[IdiosyncraticQuirks]

xxxxxx

ＴＨＥ ＣＯＮＦＵＳＩＯＮ ＳＥＴＳ ＩＮ. . .



While she was standing there waiting for a response from Jasper, Tina’s phone went off, worried it could be a text from Adam needing something, and God knew she had to answer those immediately or he’d throw a fit, annoying b*****d that he was, she quickly checked her phone. Relief washed over her face when she saw the message was from Kain and not her dirt bag of a husband, of course Tina would never voice the fact that Adam was the worst possible piece of scum alive out loud. She couldn’t, she was a weak person, and she always had been. It was why she’d always wanted a man to look after her, to give her the better things in life that was why she’d been happy to date Adam, happy to let him dote on her like a princess. He had given her quite a lot; there was a point in time where he had been good to her. But she had ******** that all up hadn’t she? Sleeping with another man had turned Adam into a monster, certainly he wasn’t evil, an evil man would have killed her and her children and blamed it on a burglar or something the moment he found out about the two babies. But he was a heartless son of a b***h nonetheless. He had taken away one of her children, continually abused the other because of a mistake she had made, refused to see that he was his son. God she hated how he treated Kain it made her sick. Adam in general made her sick. There were countless times she had wanted to cause a scene at one of his dinner’s out him to the entire town for the psychotic mess he was if only to get away from him. But she couldn’t do that could she? No matter how much she loathed his existence, loathed every breath he took she was terrified of him. Everything went Adam’s way because Tina was not the strong kind of person who stood up to a man like that. She wasn’t the woman who fought back and got away from her abuser for the sake of her child. She was the one who sat there and took his abuse, allowed him into her life and the life of her child’s and did nothing about it. Certainly many people could defend him by saying she had cheated on him, she hadn’t even tried to ever love him. But one mistake, one affair didn’t constitute everything he had thrown at her. Yes she hurt him, but he could have divorced her, he could have let her go, there were a lot of things Adam could have done. Two wrongs never made a right and Adam’s ******** up way of dealing with the situation as far as Tina was concerned made him a far worse person than she had ever been.

She was about to text Kain back when a message from Adam came in, speak of the devil. Before she did anything she read his message over and a frown crossed her face. That sort of screwed up her plans for her and Kain tonight. But they could always reschedule, it wasn’t the end of the world, though she would have liked the night away from the psycho she shared a marriage bed with. But if the caterers were coming she knew she’d have to get home to meet them in case Adam had gone out. Plus she had to get dressed; there was just a lot she had to do in order to please him. The comment about her cooking was something Tina forced herself to not take to heart. She knew her cooking wasn’t bad and that Adam was just being an a*****e to hurt her feelings. She was the home economics teacher for pities sake; she taught students how to cook. Taking a deep breath she looked up at Jasper and gave him a soft smile “I’m sorry, it was nice chatting with you but I have to go. My husband’s having a dinner party tonight. If you’d like to come you’re more than welcome to. Bring your daughter as well; it would be nice if we could introduce her to my son.” Tina provided the writer with her address before she took her cart up to the front having to leave it there because she didn’t want to be putting away groceries in the midst of the caterers or God forbid Adam coming home. She’d go shopping tomorrow, and take Kain for an early dinner after school. Adam would probably be busy with the Documentary team anyways, or working on the festival so he could get his own dinner, or she’d make him something when he got home. Because she had to be a good wife or face his wrath, granted he was mean to her anyways but she always hoped if she tried hard enough she’d be able to crack through his anger.

Pressing reply on her phone she began typing a message back to her husband.

To: Adam
From: Tina
Message: Alright
I’m just heading home now
I was at the school doing some marking
I’ll see you when you get home
I love you Adam

Tina sent the text with the I love you attached to the message, it was a bold faced lie, but it was better than getting upset and responding to his negativity with more negativity. Her Therapist kept telling her that she just needed to force herself to be more positive, and if Adam was mean she just needed to tell him that she loved him, and remain neutral to his anger. Personally she thought her therapist was out of her mind, seeing as the woman didn’t know the entire situation. But she’d been trying the tactic for the last week to see if it would work, so far she was pretty sure it hadn’t. But a week was too short of a time period to tell anyways.

To: Kain
From: Mom
Message: Hey baby boy
It looks like maybe we’ll have to do dinner tomorrow
Your Dad’s having a dinner party
I’m sorry sweetheart
I’ll see you at home
Mommy loves you

She got in to her SUV after sending Kain his text and sighed softly setting her purse on the seat next to her and staring out the window of her vehicle taking a slow deep breath she pulled out of her parking spot and headed out on to the main street. It didn’t take Tina long to get back to her house, parking her vehicle in the two car garage. Getting out she walked through Adam’s parking space since his Bentley wasn’t there at the moment and headed up the concrete steps into the house. Closing the door behind her she disarmed the security system, slipping off her shoes and walked in to the kitchen setting her purse down on the counter. Incredibly happy the maid had been in yesterday so the house was practically spotless. Looking to the fridge she debated about getting a bottle of wine and drinking it while she took a bath but then she remembered her pills, and the whole bottle of wine, combined with the Prozac, and possibly a Lorazepam tonight would not be a good thing. Tina walked over to the fridge and made sure she had sparkling grape juice in the fridge, which she did, so she’d be able to cover up her lack of drinking in front of the guests tonight. No one could know about the depression, that would make Adam’s little happy family façade fade away. Granted if she passed out in the middle of dinner and almost died in front of their guests, or hopefully did die to get her out of this hell hole, that would be great fun wouldn’t it? It would certainly solve all her problems being dead. But it would leave Kain with her head case of a husband and that was just being a bad mother. Kain was her only reason for breathing after all.

Shutting the fridge door Tina made her way back in to the house, going towards the Master bedroom. Flicking the light on she glanced over at her bed and sighed softly running her fingers over the duvet cover a sad look coming on to her features, for reasons she couldn’t explain. Sighing she went in to her closet and glanced through her clothes trying to do the math on what Adam would consider slutty or revealing today. It was a hard thing to do with women’s clothes to look for things that weren’t one or both of those things and still look nice, which of course she had to do because if she looked frumpy, that would probably bother her husband too. Tina bit her bottom lip and took a risk on a black, three quarter sleeve dress. She knew it was going to show cleavage but that was hard to avoid with Tina’s chest unless she was wearing a turtle neck, which made her claustrophobic and she’d be miserable all night. But it was past her knee in length it showed minimal skin, and it was pretty. It would have to do. She could always put a cardigan over top of it and cover up more if need be. Adam wouldn’t like anything she wore, and he would hit her, or something anyways, she didn’t even know why she tried to dissuade his anger. Hanging it up on the bathroom door she shut it, not seeing the point in locking it because Kain knew better than to come in to this bathroom or their bedroom. Adam would be the only one to walk in and he was her husband, if she locked the door on him she could only imagine there would be issues. Tina started up the tub pouring her favorite bubbles into the bath and stripping down waiting for it to fill up enough before slipping in to the hot water. Closing her eyes she leaned back and relaxed herself taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh. When the tub was full enough Tina’s foot came up and pushed the know to turn the water in, shutting off the flow and she just laid there, keeping her eyes closed, letting her mind drift away from everything that was going on in her life right now. She really needed to call her lawyer and just have her file those divorce papers, but she was going to need protection first. Someone to stand between her and Adam, and she sure as s**t couldn’t trust the Sheriff for that. But there was one person she might be able to trust…


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Home in the Bath Tub
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BUBBLES
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My Thoughts
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Relaxed
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[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

What a mischief you would bring young darling, when you’re up for it before you’ve grown.
From the liver sweating through your tongue.
Well you’re standing on my sternum don’t you climb down darling.
Smoke on Sunday’s when you’re drunk and dressed.

Iyzabel was taken aback as the front door of Ty’s house opened, she had just been reaching the point where she thought no one was home, that Ty didn’t want to know, that he didn’t care. Fine, if he didn’t want to talk now, that would be it, he wouldn’t get another chance. Izy could be ruthless when she wanted to be, not to mention selfish, as most of Brookshire already knew. She looked up to see who she assumed to be Tyreese’s mother looking down at her, she offered the woman a small smile, she was beautiful. ”Um, hi...” she had barely started to talk before she was cut off by the woman, inviting her inside, before announcing Ty’s arrival. Izy was so thankful to see him, she’d been feeling slightly awkward as it was without having to make small talk for an unprecedented amount of time. She looked back at Ty’s mom and smiled, ”Thank you.” she called after her as she retreated into the house.

And so the awkward silence began, neither teen really knowing what to say to one another. Izy ducked her head and played absent mindedly with her fingers, before Ty piped up, asking what it was she had wanted to talk about. Biting down on her lip, she took a breath, about to answer his question, until she was cut off again by another question. How many people knew? She looked across at him and cocked an eyebrow. Seriously? Was he just oblivious to the whispers that followed her around...she assumed the same happened to him, though she was unsure. Ty was pretty well respected; maybe no one really talked s**t about him. Avoiding his gaze again, she looked back at the concrete below her. ”Most people by the sounds of it.” she shrugged, looking back up at him. ”Rumours spread quickly in a town as small as this y’know.” she pursed her lips and swallowed, chewing on the inside of her cheeks. More silence. It was then that it occurred to Izy that her and Ty had never really had a proper conversation. They made small talk and then just ended up in bed. That was what basically any relationship that Izy had embarked on amounted to, hell, she’d never even had a proper boyfriend. But this wasn’t the time to sit and be nostalgic about s**t, she was here for a reason, she needed to tell Ty the truth.

”I’m sorry...” she said suddenly, looking up at him, her eyes meeting his as she looked at him, her brow furrowed slightly, an apologetic look etched onto her face. And any fool could see, she was being sincere, genuine. Sighing heavily, she ran her hands through her hair. She was going to do it, she was going to tell him the truth, tell him that the baby wasn’t his, that she’d lied, just because it was easier for herself. It was there, it was on the tip of her tongue, she had the power to admit it and to let him forget this whole ordeal, move on with his life and get out of this town. But the words were stuck in her throat, she was choking on them. No, she would do it...”Ty...” here it goes...and then her phone vibrated in her pocket, making her jump, breaking her train of thought, causing her to chicken out at the very last second. She took a breath, having realised she hadn’t for a while and looked at him in surprise. ”This wasn’t meant to happen...” she had missed her chance, and now she was falling deeper into her own lie. ”Do you want to be involved?” she said suddenly. ”Do you want a say?” she looked at him expectantly.

How could she do this? She felt so guilty, it was eating away at her, she was well aware of the fact that she was ruining Tyreese’s life. She knew very well that he wanted to get out of Brookshire, yet here she was, trapping him. Why? Because it was the easy option for her, because it saved her explaining the truth, because everyone would want to know every last detail about her affair with the deputy. Whereas if it was left for everyone to believe it was simply another teenage pregnancy, then it wouldn’t be so complicated, it wouldn’t be so...investigated. Running her hands over her face she sighed again. Of course, the truth would come out eventually, she wasn’t stupid, she knew that this couldn’t keep going on forever. But for now, it bought her a little more time.

In the silence that fell between the two once again, Izy checked her phone, surprised to see the text from John. Her eyebrows raised slightly, she hadn’t expected him to want to meet up, she’d expected some lame excuse about a workload or some s**t, and she would have bought that. But if he wanted to meet her and give her a lame excuse face to face, she’d take that too. Opening a new message, she quickly typed out a reply.

’From; Izy
To; John
Message; I’ll clear my schedule, when and where is good?’

Pressing send, she discarded the message from Ty and opened the message from Liam. She frowned a little, if she went to the party, it would simply be ******** it. If she didn’t go, Liam would be even more suspicious, if she had time after she’d met John then she’d turn up just to show face.

’From; Izy
To; Liam
Message; I’ll see what I can do, I might be able to drop in a little later xx’

With that, she sent the message and pocketed her phone once more. Slowly, she looked back across at Ty, who, no surprise looked a little shell shocked. ”You don’t have to be a part of this if you don’t want to. Just say so.” she said simply, looking at him expectantly.

Location: At Ty's house, with Ty

The Party Girl

Someway baby its part of me, apart from me.
You ******** it friend, it’s on its head, it stuck the street.
And at once I knew, I was not magnificent.

[Deoxyribose-42]

RUTH anne BALFOUR

the demonologist

How convenient it was that a librarian also happened to be a historian specializing in Brookshire, and that said librarian had been the particular one that had approached Ruth offering his assistance. This would definitely save on time, and she wouldn’t have to deal with the rather annoying, somewhat oblivious librarians who took forever to assist her that Ruth tended to encounter quite often in small towns. And, on top of that, Alexander Way seemed to be fairly polite. Politeness was high on the list of things Ruth liked to see in a person. So far Alexander was doing well.

Also valued was passion, particularly if said passion could be used in Ruth’s favor. The historian was performing well in this aspect, too. Ruth found his obvious enthusiasm for history, even that of a somewhat macabre nature, endearing. It was nice to see that not everyone had forgotten how important the past was.

Newspaper clippings. Of course. Using them, Ruth could find specific events, noted as paranormal or otherwise, that might point to some cause for the strange happenings in the town. The journals and interviews could be useful as well, though Ruth would have to discern which events recounted were true and which were merely invented. It would take time, but it shouldn’t prove to be too difficult.

Ah, the movie team. Generally, Ruth was not against informing the public of the real dangers of demons and other such beings, but in this case she did not approve. She had a feeling that the movie team would sensationalize the events in Brookshire to make them seem more appealing to the general public. She feared that in an attempt to make an entertaining movie, the facts would be altered or even outright ignored. The team was, after all, from Hollywood, and was not Hollywood the place where any story could be told as long as it was entertaining, even if the “facts” weren’t all true? When she appeared on television, Ruth always took extreme care not to overly sensationalize the nature of her work, presenting it in an as matter-of-fact way as possible. She doubted the movie team’s ability to do this.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Balfour. Do you have any questions? I have this habit of rambling.”

“Everything you’ve told me so far has been quite helpful – I’d hardly call it rambling.” Ruth opened the binder and quickly leafed through it. “Do these newspaper clippings date back only twenty-five years or do they go further?” Twenty-five years back was helpful, but if the library had anything relevant that went back still further, perhaps even to Brookshire’s beginnings, if the problems had begun that far back, it could be extremely useful.

“Regarding those firsthand accounts, which do you think are the most truthful and factual?” There was a lot of information to go through, and the process of reading – or at least skimming – all of it could take quite a while, so if Ruth could get started in the right direction she could possibly shave off a few hours of searching. “I’ll also need that list of online articles.” The list was potentially less helpful, as it would probably just give her information about the film crew and what they were doing in Brookshire, but still, every little piece of information could help her put together a more coherent picture of this puzzle.

In the middle of the conversation, a man rudely interrupted to ask the historian about his house. Ruth recognized him as Brookshire’s mayor. She’d seen him around once or twice the last time she’d been in Brookshire, and she didn’t like what she’d seen. As far as politics went, he was not the type of person she would have elected into office. On top of that, there was something about him, some quality she’d observed in his manner – in the way he held himself, or in the way he walked – that had caused her to label him as someone to watch out for. In reality, it wasn’t much more than a feeling, something more akin to intuition that to hard data, but Ruth still didn’t like the man much. His interrupting her conversation with the historian certainly didn’t help matters. He may have the power in the town, but that did not give him a right to interrupt conversations, especially when he ended his interruption with such a ridiculous statement as “Exciting, right?” Ruth despised it when people ended their speech with such phrases, like they were inviting those to whom they were speaking to join in on their emotions. Ruth did not appreciate this. Still, she responded civilly, even if her false enthusiasm fell a bit flat.

“Yes, quite. I will be in attendance. Thank you.” She gave a small smile and a nod to the mayor. Even if it wasn’t exactly out of his way, he did take the effort to invite her in person. That at least showed personability. It was a quality displayed by both philanthropists and psychopaths, so displaying that one trait alone wasn’t enough to make Ruth like the man any more, but in this occasion it was enough to forgive the rudeness of interrupting a conversation. Besides, she should probably go to the dinner, if only to keep tabs on the people from Hollywood. She felt she should at least be aware of what they planned to do in the town. She didn’t want them disturbing too much or causing any sort of unnecessary anxiety. Weakness of one’s emotions or faith left one more susceptible to demonic influence, and the last thing she wanted was a string of possessions in Brookshire. Cases of mass demonic possession were incredibly rare, but with the active demonic past the town had and her unsettling feeling that something bad was about to happen, Ruth didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

At the same time, however, the movie team might make it easier for her to find information on Brookshire’s past. It was entirely possible that they might unearth some relevant historical data that she missed, and given the amount of information at hand that was entirely possible. Besides, having multiple people all looking for the same general things had a greater chance of finding more of what they needed than only one person searching. Having allies on the documentary team could mean wider access to information. Also, hadn’t the mayor just mentioned that the people the team met tonight could end up in the film? If Ruth were in the documentary she could help legitimize whatever events they were recounting. She was, after all, a professional demonologist. Giving her expert opinion was part of her job.

Location: Brookshire Public Library
With: Alexander Way (Town Historian) and Adam Summers (Mayor)
Wearing: Outfit

[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’s observant eyes took in the sheriff’s expression as she slung her purse over her chair. She couldn’t keep the slight smirk from crossing her lips. It was funny how similar Samuel Sullivan was to Malcolm Rose. The tutor was often faced with the passing thought that perhaps this was the reason why the two of them were friends in the first place. Perhaps a little Freudian psychology could worm its way into the situation…But Nicole always brushed those thoughts aside. She found Freud an interesting, but often irrelevant study. She was not looking for a father figure in her friendships or romantic relationships. Thankfully, for the tutor, though the sheriff and the FBI profiler shared several common traits, they were not completely the same. One Sam Sullivan personality was enough for his daughter.

Much to Nicole’s relief when Malcolm spoke, he didn’t mention the purse on her chair. “There’s no doubt about that.” Nic commented with respect to his “man of habit” statement. “But You never know. There could be something that's amazing that you've never tried before." She wasn't really all that serious about this argument. She wouldn't fault the man because he knew what he liked and where he could get it. She could be the same way. As he commented about Rai, Nic’s shoulders shrugged, “Well…it hasn’t been too long since Rain and I last saw each other. I don’t know. I shouldn’t be nervous. It’s just different with him being here for an extended period of time, you know? I’m sure you’re right though. I’ll get over this nervousness.” She let out a small laugh, although inside she felt like she wasn’t telling the whole truth. Would the anxiety dissipate as quickly as Mal predicted? “Thanks. I try to do my best.” She had only heard a little of what he had said. Luckily, one of the reasons why Nicole earned good grades in school was because of her ability to understand a point despite not receiving a lot of information about it. No matter how convoluted the information was, Nic was almost always able to find the thesis. This time, her friend seemed to be commending her about tutoring the students. She appreciated the change of subjects from her relationship confusion to her job. “Some of the students are amazing though. These students keep trying to do better, you know? I can see the improvement it’s making on their course grades. It’s inspiring.” A soft, genuine smile appeared on Nicole’s lips as she thought of the students who were really trying to make an effort. She tried not to think about one specific student of hers.

Nic ordered when Iyzabel came to the table and while she wasn’t really listening to what Malcolm had ordered, she was still surprised when she heard his choice. Wow. He changed it up. Was he trying to be healthier? Was something wrong with him medically? Her shoulders lightly shrugged. She was probably making the situation bigger than it needed to be. If she spent all her time worrying about this, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy her time with her friend.

After she sent the text off to Liam Nic made the decision to become more involved in the conversation. She would have to try to stop worrying about text messages and relationships. Nicole nodded to his comment about how texting helped her keep track of people. “Good point, Mal, that’s what I should have been expecting! Silly me. Do you really have access to a pigeon that you could use?” She quirked an inquisitive eyebrow as a smirk bloomed on her mouth. "You're right. That would be embarrassing. That's why you should practice more. You know what they say." Nicole put her elbow on the table and rested her cheek on her palm, "Practice makes perfect."

As Nicole started eating, she felt her phone vibrate several times on her lap but she tried to ignore it. She had just made it a point to stay involved in the conversation. Whoever was texting her (Rai or Liam, She allowed herself to reason) could wait. It wasn’t as though it was a life and death situation. Still, the redhead found herself toying with her phone’s screen absent-mindedly. She took another bite of her food as she listened to the Sheriff’s reply about the food. “That’s true enough.” Nic agreed, then rubbed her hands in excitement, “Great. I can’t wait to hear your stories.” She rolled her eyes, “It’s not like Dad tells me much.” Then again, her father worked for the FBI. He couldn’t be too precise about what he did. He had left one of his files out once by accident however. A curious twelve year old Nic couldn’t help but peek. It was fascinating. Terrifying but fascinating at the same time. “Some of your stories are really interesting! Not so much the drunk ones…well, except that one about that guy and the cow.” She smiled at the memory.

An alarm sounded from the Sheriff’s phone pulling Nic’s attention to the time. “So you have to get to work soon?” Nic questioned. The Sheriff’s next statement answered the question. “Nah. I think I’ll stick around here a little longer. My sandwich isn’t finished and I don’t think I’m ready to go home quite yet. But thanks, Mal.” Nicole smiled warmly in gratitude. As he started taking out money, she opened her mouth to protest and she retrieved her wallet from her purse. Unfortunately, her friend spoke first and the money was already produced. She let a deep breath of air leave her nose before she responded. “Fine. Hmm…I’ve never tutored adults before. I’ll make sure to bring you a worksheet next time.” She joked before adding, “Thank you, Mal” The redhead watched her friend stand up before deciding to copy him. She hugged the taller man lightly before saying with a grin, ”Now go do your job and protect us from all crazies in this town. I’ll talk to you later…maybe even text you. It would be like a pop quiz.” She decided she liked this idea more than before. “Bye, Mal” She called.

Nic took a large bit of her sandwich after her friend left. She did not mind eating alone. She was used to it. Her father sometimes missed dinner because he was stuck at the Agency. What else was new. She set down the sandwich in favor of a fry dipped in ketchup. She set her phone on the table and scrolled through her messages. She had several new ones. There was one from Rai. Was this the one she ignored earlier? She hit the conversation and read the message. She sat in shock for a good few minutes, her fries growing colder on her plate. How did he…not remember? Her usual spell-check personality was put on hold—ignoring the small spelling mistake as her eyes kept focusing on the word “mother”. They had known each other for years. She had told him why she disliked hospitals. She had told him about her parents. Could he really have forgotten that her mother was dead? She couldn’t even remember what her mother had told her not to do—probably something along the lines of “don’t put that electrical cord in your mouth, Nicole”. Nic only had a few selective memories of her auburn haired mother. Though Rain’s tone was light and flirtatious, she felt uncomfortable with his mistake. Nic let out a soft sigh before making a calculated, if somewhat flirty response.

To: Rai
From: Nic
Message: Anything exciting happen yet? I just had lunch at the diner with Mal.
My father may have said something along those lines. But we all know I
Walk on the wild side.
Nic

She read through the message a few times but before she hit the send button a new message came in. It was another one from Rain. Had he realized his mistake? Was he about to apologize? Nic pressed the envelope icon and opened his newest text. Her draft was sent to the “save” box. A slight smile came to her lips even as her eyes rolled when she read the text. So he had been sweet. It didn’t completely erase the fact that he forgot her mother was dead but at the same time, it put her in a better place. Then there was the fact that she cheated on him…No. It might hurt that he forgot but if he ever found out what she did, they would be far from even. Her stomach clinched in guilt. How could she have cheated on a guy who she loved and had a future with? She shook her head slightly. It wasn’t doing her any good to worry about it. She had a text to respond to.

To: Rai
From: Nic
Message: I just had lunch at the diner with Mal.
My -father- may have said something along those lines. But we both know I
walk on the wild side. I mean, I’m dating you aren’t I? ; D
Dinner with the mayor? Well, it’s such short notice and I don’t know many redheads…
We’re kind of a rare breed. And gorgeous? Forget about it…
Of course I’m free tonight. I’d love to be your date.
We should hang out after too. ; )
<3 Nic


Nicole sat back in her chair and pushed the remainder of her food away from her. It no longer looked as appetizing as it had. She glanced back down at her phone. Did she choose the right way to respond to Rai? Should she have asked him if he remembered that her mother had died when she was five? She snapped her android’s keyboard closed and stood up, grabbing her purse. No. I didn’t make a mistake. No use making a big deal out of a small mistake...But is it really that small of a mistake?

Nicole stood, leaving a tip on the table before walking out of the diner. It was still fairly sunny outside, although slightly overcast. She didn’t want to go home yet. She had only been out for a short while anyway. So, Nicole chose to walk around instead. She glanced down at her phone for the time but instead noticed something she had not seen before. Another text. She opened it.

Liam.

Nicole scanned the message and sighed. She opened the keyboard and slowly keyed in a message. She was tempted to send him a picture of something random—like the stoplight or the sidewalk—but she refrained from doing so. It wouldn't be very mature of the tutor to do so. As a child she might have but as an adult, she had a reputation to uphold.

To: Liam
From: Nicole
Message: I actually have plans tonight.
I’m out in public right now so I can’t really do pictures at the moment.


Nicole pressed the “send” key and forced herself to start walking, tucking her phone in her jacket pocket. She surveyed the street around her for something to do. Nicole’s eye caught a flash of familiar blond hair and a body type she knew from all their encounters. The tutor couldn’t escape the boy. He seemed to be everywhere—in her text messages and now heading into the music store. She quickly rounded the corner in an attempt to escape being spotted. She knew she would have to face him and refrain from touching the teenager eventually but if she could put it off, she would. She found her distraction in the form of a student from school.

”Hey, Ophelia.” Nicole smiled warmly, pushing her more negative and uncomfortable emotions down and out of reach. ”What are you up to?” She asked.

"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 sidewalk ωιтн Ophelia
fєєℓιиg:: avoidant, nervous, glad
ωєαяιиg :: Here
σσc:: Lemme know if I need to change stuff.

[Azor Ahai Reborn]

Bad boys, bad boys
whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do
when they come for you

▀▄S ▀▄H ▀▄E ▀▄R ▀▄I ▀▄F ▀▄F ▀▄

Mal thought about switching up where he went for meals and just couldn't imagine changing it on a day he worked. He knew the service at the diner meant that he'd get out just in time to do a quick patrol and do the paperwork for the night. It gave him time to sit and eat without having to talk to too many people if he didn't desire conversation, and it gave him a familiar atmosphere that too often he did without. While all of Brookshire was familiar to the male, nothing felt quite as cozy and like home as the diner did. Something about the quiet surroundings meshed with the small, quaint feeling the place exuded. The sheriff didn't really expect others to understand it or even understand when he explained it, so he tended to just mention the food, which honestly happened to be some of the best in town.

"You'll do just fine and if anything happens, you have my number." Malcolm fought the urge to ruffle her hair, as he did to Lilith when she was younger. He'd quickly learned that girl's didn't like their hair being messed up, especially if it had "taken them all day to get perfect". The male didn't understand it, but he knew when to respect it. An earful from a woman didn't sit high on his list of things to deal with today, especially when he'd just end up leaving the conversation more confused than when he came in. It seemed as though Nic kept herself pretty busy with texting, which seemed to only tempt him more into ruffling her hair., some sort of big brother vibe really pulling through ... No, better if I don't incur the wrath right before going to work.

A light laugh escaped his lips as Nicole question if he actually had a carrier pigeon. "Of course, I do. You know all of us old people have to keep in contact soon. I think they send you one once you hit 40." He shook his head as he grinned at Nic. But she did have it right in regards to texting. Lilith might appreciate hearing from him more than the one time he left a leaflet of paper on the counter. Then again, she might not. His daughter was a teenager after all, and he couldn't think of many who wanted to speak with their parents more than they had to. He also needed to think about the mayor. The man enjoyed texting out his invites and question, most of which Mal had asked Nic to help write a response to so that he didn't sound like an elderly man who accidentally picked up a phone and pounded away on the keys. Nic's words certainly held wisdom, especially now that he held this position of authority. "I'll start sending you texts throughout the day for practice then. You asked for it!" He grinned and gave his companion a wink. Bet she was wishing she hadn't encouraged him now.

When Nic mentioned her father, Mal's face softened to accommodate a more caring tone. "You know it's probably for your own safety that he doesn't tell you most of those stories. Here, the worst that might happen is... well you've heard about the worst that's happened here. But in that case, you don't have to worry about someone coming after you because you know too much or someone wants to get to me. We just don't get that kind of crime here. I'm sure his stories are all like the massacre or worst, too, so I'm sure he doesn't want his little girl exposed to that..." The thought took him back to his own daughter and how he had shared most all of his crimes with her. Had he been doing the right thing? Sure, most of the time it had been more out of him working a case and Lilith needing attention so he'd keep her in his lap while he poured over the crime scene photos and wrote his reports, but there was a part of him that felt that by showing his daughter the horrors of the world, she'd be better prepared against them. He wouldn't have to worry about strangers with candy if she knew what strangers could do, right? The thought weighed on him heavily.

Thankfully, Nicole pulled him from the darkness, though she was talking of hanging around the diner a bit longer. "Alright well be safe. I'll be a quick phone call away if you need me. Though, if you bring up worksheets again, I'll make you ride in the back of the car from now on." He chuckled as he hugged his much smaller companion. "I mostly get to do the fun behind the scenes stuff, but I'll be sure to keep everyone on their toes. And I'll only respond to your text if I'm not driving, but I'm sure you knew that." He winked again as he made his way to the patrol car. It wasn't until he had buckled up and gotten ready to start the engine that he realized that his phone held a message. Probably Nic giving a test already...

Mal winced slightly as he realized there was another get together tonight at the mayor's house. Of course the sheriff knew that he could say he couldn't make it, but with the wave of the hand, his friend could fix whatever might be stopping him from showing up. Might as well take care of it myself. After a few phone calls and getting one of the other officers to cover the small route he had tonight, Mal started a text for Adam.
To:Adam
From: Malcolm

I can be there an hour or so before.
I'll keep whatever it is quiet.

Malcolm really hoped that Adam didn't need help with something scandalous for it would mess with his conscience to keep that quiet, but he trusted that the mayor would never put him in that sort of position, at least not without a good reason. Besides, the two were friends; whatever needed to be done couldn't be too bad, and the mayor was a good guy. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, the sheriff headed home to change out of his uniform and into a more suitable suit for the event. Being a high standing member of the community, Mal knew that he had to look good as well as perform his job well. The world of politics held plenty of landmines, and he wished to avoid as many of them as he could.

Once dressed and ready, Mal switched from the patrol car to his everyday, and made his way towards the police department. He had some paperwork to fill out and since he had some spare time before the party, he figured that he might as well get to it. The first thing he noticed when he arrived was that John had gone off duty. A mixed sigh of relief and disappointment escaped the male. As much as he wanted to help the kid be a better cop, there was just something about John that stirred his instinct within. It felt a bit as when the foster mother had triggered something within him to keep an eye on her. Though he didn't expect John to follow suit and massacre kids he adopted (he was sure the male disliked children anyways), something seemed off with the deputy, and Mal intended to keep a closer on him until he figure out whatever it was causing that feeling. I'll worry about him later. First, paperwork and then help the mayor. As soon as he finished with the paperwork or the clock hit an hour before the event, Malcolm Rose would set off to discover whatever it was the mayor needed.

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Feeling: Curious
Location: The police department
Talking to: no one
OOC: I apologize in advance for anything that may need to be tweaked. Dealing with a sick kitty takes a bit of my time up.

[Porcupine Sac]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx► ► xxxxx Why are you walking away?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxWas it something I did?xxxxxxxxxxxx Did I make a mistake?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'Cause I'm trying to deal with the pain.

xxxxxxxxxxI don't understand this, is this how it is?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI will try to understand. xxxxxx◄ ◄

A L E X A N D E R xxxxxxx W A Y
the town historian






At Ruth's question, Alexander flashed a smile. "Of course we do. How far back do you want? We have information dating back to the founding of Brookshire." With that he turned back to the shelf behind him, rummaging through the rest of the town's history books. He returned with a handful of books once again and set them out in front of her. "These are actual accounts of the town's founding by some of the people who lived here during the time. Also some more historical documents about the town." Lifting his hand from the books he clasped them in front of himself, watching Ruth as she asked her next question.

She had asked the historian which were the most factual and truthful. He pondered this for a moment, finding himself nibbling his bottom lip as a habit of thinking. The matter of truth and facts all depended on how much one person believed in certain things. The matter of ghosts always seemed a hot topic in much of the town's history, and if someone did not believe in ghosts he was unsure how factual those readings would be. Either way he pointed to several of the books, each with credible authors.

"The matter of facts depends on your belief in a lot of paranormal things, as that seems to be frequently mentioned in quite a lot of readings involving the town's more hot topics, such as the massacre. But either way, those ones are what you should look at for more truthful and reliable sources, as their authors are most credible."

In the midst of their conversation, the mayor, Adam, waltzed into the room and straight to them. The man's presence always put Alexander on guard. His nerves went into a frenzy and he found himself not at all comfortable in the one place he went to as security. The library was always such a peaceful escape from the world, that when his problems showed up there he wondered what he did to deserve them. Although the haunting of Adam's presence Alex deserved more than he would admit, what with his relationship with the mayor's wife while the two were both dating and first married. Yet he doubted Adam had known it was Alex who had been the person Tina had also been seeing, because he was sure if he had known, Alex's life would have taken a terrible turn as far as comfort and security with his job was concerned.

Luckily the man was only there in pursuit of books involving his home. Alexander held up a finger to Ruth, giving her the most polite of his smiles. "Excuse me, Ms. Balfour, while I help Mayor Summers. Why don't you take some time and look through the books and see if you have any questions regarding them afterwards?" He felt incredibly rude leaving the woman in the middle of their conversation, but with how uncomfortable the mayor made him he would not dismiss the man. It may be rude to Ruth, but he had a certain fear of Adam.

"There are a few books about the buildings of different houses in the town. Do you happen to know if your home was one of the originals? If so, it would be in this book." With that, the librarian set down an old book, the bindings along the spine coming undone. "If it was built later on than the only information I think you would be able to find would be who built it, the year, and what not. Although I do not believe we have books with those records, you would have to use a database on the internet. But I could help you with that if needed, of course."

From there, the mayor continued on about the film team that was in town. Of course Alex knew all too well about the movie team, as when rumor first hit about them, he had become slightly obsessed, wanting to make sure the group had their facts straight before going about and displaying them to the entire world to see. But at the invite to the mayor's for dinner and wine, Alexander felt his body tense. It was clear Adam had no idea Alex had slept with Tina, but nonetheless, the invite put his body on edge more than Adam's presence did. And while he did not want to be at a dinner party with the man, he did think of the opportunity as an advantage.

For one, as the mayor had confirmed, the people there would have a chance at being displayed on the film, which was something Alexander had wanted, in fact. If not for a fifteen minutes at fame, then at least to correct any false facts being told. A second benefit to being invited to a dinner party at the mayor's home was Tina's being there. He knew the woman would be there, and after all of these years of the two purposely avoiding her he could maybe get some answers to his questions. So at the mayor's insistence of knowing whether him and Ruth would be at the party, Alexander found himself nodding his head earnestly.

"Of course, Mayor Summers." The man said, displaying a completely faked smile, though it appeared as one of his most polite and honored ones. "I would very much enjoy attending your dinner and meeting the filming team. Thank you for the invitation, it does sound quite exciting."



Location: Library. With: Ruth (the demonologist) and Adam (the mayor)Doing: Helping the two find what they're looking for and being invited to dinner.

[Alykia]

((Wearing what's in the top pic.))

Henry never realized that his co-worker was actually hurt. That was partly because she never responded to his question: no reply was a good one right? Even her sniffles were drowned out by the chipper noises the dog made here and there; although you'd think he'd at least notice the tears that came at some point. Of course he had no idea that she was even more upset by his actions. It was not his intention. He had distracted the dog so that the animal wouldn't bother Daphne: the techie wasn't even a dog lover. It also helped him hold a normal conversation if his hands were busy. That way he wouldn't do or say anything really off the wall. Unfortunately, that habit of his had a negative effect on the situation. It was definitely a misunderstanding that he'd probably find out about later. He really should have stayed with the medium to make sure she was all right: maybe he would have if he knew her a bit better. Too bad he had a tendency to act insensitive or awkward because he wasn't the best when it came to dealing with others. Being in the business forced you to become better with such things; but business and social interactions were different.

He didn't take in that much about the guy with the dog; but it seemed like he was the owner. The dude even mentioned the dogs name: which was Gambit. That was an interesting name. Did he name the dog after an X-men? Henry wasn't a huge fan of that comic; but he did like Gambit as a character. He probably would have asked him about it if he wasn't about to meet up with the gamer. It wasn't a big deal though: he could always ask later. He'd probably run into the dog person again since the town wasn't that big. Plus, the guy had to go deal with Gambit instead of ending up in a conversation about comic book characters. With his mission accomplished, did he really expect the guy to deliver the message to his co-worker? Yea, otherwise he wouldn't have brought it up. Of course it didn't occur to him that it would be awkward: he even forgot to mention his name. The techie definitely didn't hear the last word that was said in order to get his attention as he left. He wouldn't ignore someone on purpose. Definitely not the smoothest of interactions.

"That's good," was all he said in response to Ed not waiting that long. "Nah, it's totally cool. Sometimes arcades in a town like yours give you a pleasant surprise. It's like finding a diamond in the rough." While he said the diamond bit, he actually put his right hand in front of him, with the palm faced out, and moved it in a straight line to his right. A faraway look appeared in his eyes as he shifted his gaze to rest slightly above that hand: his tone even changed so the statement would sound grander. Henry dropped his hand and turned his attention to his online friend. It was then that it occurred to him that he just did something really weird. A nervous chuckle escaped him as he scratched the back of his head and stepped away from the teenager. That's when his arm dropped off the boys shoulder and he turned his attention to the games in the room. Of course he didn't realize that Ed was uncomfortable about the physical contact; otherwise he would have inquired about it or at least apologized.

Henry wasn't surprised when his internet friend started to talk while they played the first game; after all, it was something they did while playing online. It just felt completely natural to him even though they didn't really look at each other like most people should. "Hmm...?" The techie had to think about what was asked because he couldn't remember exactly what he told Ed through AIM. "You mean besides documenting the Foster Massacre and supernatural occurrences?" He paused for a moment before he continued: his tone laced with excitement the more he spoke. "I don't think we have a hidden agenda...but we are going to be doing a lot of digging around. You know, get to the bottom of things and unlock the mystery so we can set things right. It's like an RPG. You dive into the story and try to figure out what's really going on. There are always challenges you have to overcome in order to find the truth behind it all. Sure, we aren't saving the world or fighting a final battle with some evil tyrant; but we still have to struggle with the battles within ourselves until we get to a place that works for us. I mean...whenever we solved a mystery about life, it challenged the way we thought before. We can't just ignore what was uncovered and stay stagnant. Much like how the characters need to accept their faith and finish their quest in order to cleanse the world of evil. We have to do the same thing. If we do nothing...then life will always be something we'd want to escape from because we'd get bored and complacent. Personally, that's not how I want to go about living the life that I was given. I think people like to try and solve mysteries of the unknown because we feel the need to understand the world around us. If we know more, then maybe we can figure ourselves out and then others with understand and even accept us better. In the end, I think that's what a lot of people want. But it's something we can never truly grasp and always have to work for as we continue to grow...because things are always changing. So figuring out the mysteries that still plague us will get us to the next level of understanding and open new caverns for us to explore. Plus, mysterious stories and rumors stimulate your imagination. Sometimes what you find out in the end is a letdown; but the journey is always worth it." Every once in a while, an incoherent noise would interrupt what he talked about. They'd sound disappointed or happy depending on how the round went for him. It wasn't until he stopped talking that he realized what just happened: he went into geek rant mode again. Of course he wasn't surprised that he babbled on about the topic like he just did; after all, it was something he was passionate about. Still, did he have to do that so soon? And didn't he kind of go off topic as well? He had no clue.

In the past, he tried to stop himself from ranting on about a topic that got him all excited; but it seemed to backfire in the end. Some habits just aren't meant to be broken. The only good thing that came from it was the fact that he could hold himself back to a degree; but this time it just came on strong without warning. "Ah sorry, I tend to ramble about certain topics. Video games being one of them...and anime...and...I'll shut up now." A sheepish grin slipped onto his face as he tried to focus on the game in front of him. Maybe Ed zoned out and stopped listening at some point; after all, they were playing a game that could have pulled his attention away from what was being talked about. Did he want the teen to miss all that? He wasn't sure; but in order to stop thinking about such things, his mind drifted to the park and the last question the gamer asked. "Oh yea...I went to that playground with the swing earlier today. Nothing happened even though I tried to talk to the ghost that was supposed to be there. It was still interesting. Honestly, I don't think we had enough time to find anything extremely exciting. I'm sure something will pop up though."

A little while later, they decided to move on to the game the teen mentioned earlier. Henry didn't really know if he came out on top in the first one; but he was in more of a talkative mood than a competitive one. It probably had something to do with the fact that they always spent time playing games together online. Before they actually started Defector III, he spoke up again about his job. "To be honest, I don't like documentaries; but I decided to accept because..." he stopped when he realized what he was about to say might be a bit freaky. Like he'd tell him the original reason he decided to help with it was because he'd get to meet Ed in person. That's not weird at all. Pfft. It's not like they were really close age wise either. He slipped the coin in during his short pause and continued while he waited for the game to start. " Well, I'm a bit excited about the project now. I wonder what secrets we'd find out about in this town: there are always secrets. You know any?" He could only hope that the gamer didn't see anything odd about the pause and was effectively distracted. As the game went on, Henry decided to strike up another conversation. "So...how's school?" He asked for lack of a better thing to talk about. "Anything new happen recently?" There were probably tons of more interesting things to pick; but he just could think of any at the moment. Plus, he was a bit more focused on the game that they played now.

It wasn't until they finished the second game that he felt his mobile vibrate in his pocket. "Ah, hold on." The techie pulled out his cell in order to peer at the unread messages that were now begging him to be read. He opened the first one, which was from Sunny, and read it quickly. "She sends such pointless texts sometimes," he said more to himself before he started to read the first message from the director. Cameras? He glanced down at the lone camera that was at his feet. Of course he wasn't about to bring them all with him on this outing; but he almost always had one on his person. It was a bit odd that he kind of forgot about the camera he brought with him: he could have taken some pictures. An incoherent noise escaped him when he read the last line. His job was on the line? What was that about? It's as if she knew he was hanging out with Ed: he definitely didn't remember telling anyone. Why would he? There was no reason to do such a thing. Instead of responding, he read the final text: it was about the car.

To: Director Idike
From: Henry
Message: Not me. It was
probably left at the place where
we had breakfast.

That's when he realized something and stopped typing. Henry slipped his hand in his pocket and fumbled around until he found what he wished he didn't: the keys to the rental. "Figures," he mumbled as a sense of dread filled him. Why did he happen to have the keys? Henry didn't really like driving. In his opinion, those who drove were also those who liked to take charge. He preferred to be in the background fiddling with his tech stuff. So the question remained: why'd he have the damn keys? Ah well, it didn't matter. He'd be fine as long as he brought the car to the square: maybe he shouldn't mention much in the text though. The techie slipped the keys back into his pocket before he deleted the first text and typed up a new one. He decided it'd be best to leave out any excuses or explanations.

To: Director Idike
From: Henry
Message: My stuff is in
the trunk. What time do we
need to meet at the square? I
can bring the rental. But you
know it would be a lot easier if
we set up our base IN town
instead of living on the edge.

The question might have been stupid; but it was better to be safe than sorry. The last part though, made him chuckle. Why'd he say it like that? It reminded him of that old Aerosmith song. With that done, he turned his attention back to his friend. "That was boss lady," he started to explain, "we have some meeting I need to prepare for and...hey, do you want to come? It's at seven." He paused for a moment as if he just now started to wonder if it was a bad idea to invite the teen. " Ah well, it's with the mayor and I don't know who else...besides the team. It'd probably be boring. Hmm but she wants me to bring the EVP Analyzer...I wonder what that's about? Maybe she planned to demonstrate something." Half of what he said was him just thinking out loud. After all, he didn't even bother to explain what an EVP Analyzer was. Whether the gamer took him up on the offer or not didn't change what he said next. "Want to play another game or two?" Was that the smartest thing to do? Maybe not, but playing a few more arcade games wouldn't take THAT long. It's not like there was only an hour until the meeting was supposed to start. As for Henry's rapid switch from work to games, he just didn't want to think about something he'd find out about in a couple hours.

LOCATION: the arcade with the gamer.
Create the special effects that make life interesting.