P A R A N O I A 2 :: unsettled :: O&F || Day 3 ||TS p.37

[midgetminion]

Mιcɧєℓℓє Sαbяιɳα Lαsкץxxx

Nothing travels faster than light...

...with the possible exception of bad news...

...which follows its own rules.

At first the possibility that it had’t been Lena that she had been talking to popped into mind. After all, the girl didn’t immediately respond to her. The only reason she could think of for someone doing that was either, one, they weren’t who you thought they were and were ignoring you until you left them alone. That had happened to Michelle a number of times, so it wouldn’t be too strange. After all, it was easy to have mistaken identity cases- especially at a festival like this one. The second reason could have easily been that the girl was avoiding her. Now, this was a little more hurtful, but still likely. Strictly because Micky was a reporter, she knew that some people were not fond of being questioned or quoted. It wasn’t uncommon for the twenty year-old to be avoided by others, yet she couldn’t recall given Marlena a reason to boldly ignore her, so it couldn’t be that option. Then, there was the third option; that Lena was entranced by something else. Zoning out wasn’t so strange, and with all of the pretty lights and crazy outfits, Michelle would be less offended by this possibility. Even the dirty blonde was guilty of spacing out on occasion.

After her question about the clothes, Michelle waited for Lena to finish writing her message while she was of so tempted to grab the puppy. Oh how she just wanted to pick the little one up. They were so cute! Plus, hadn’t she once lied to Ken and said that she owned a dog? Yeah, back on that cruise ship. It was a bold face lied, yet the reporter wouldn’t have minded actually owning a dog if it wasn’t for the fact that you had to take care of them. It was easier when you have other’s living with you, whom you could push off responsibilities to, but the twenty year-old had been living alone in her crappy apartment. That meant if she ever did get a dog, that she would have to train it, wash it, feed it, and walked it all by herself. ’Or hire someone,’ floated into her thoughts, only to be kicked out by the reality that she didn’t have the money to put towards that. Being a reporter only paid when you had a good article, and other than that, she didn’t have a job. College was eating up another chunk of her cash, while she lived on what was less. Sure, the website she wrote blogs on technically paid her, but only by how many viewers she received and it still wasn’t a guaranteed cash flow- ’Especially because of that know-it-all writing nazi.’ annoyance briefly washed over her face, prior to realize that Marlena was looking at her.

A forced, awkward laugh escaped her lips as she grabbed at the fabric of her skirt, her fingers played with the fabric as she read over the message. Now the girl didn’t even have to fake a laugh, since a genuine one started, due to the fact that she unintentionally insulted the female. Sure, Michelle had a feeling that the girl didn’t really dress like that, but perhaps she had been going through some weird phases. After all, Micky would only run into the other every now and then. Not quite best friends, but more like acquaintances/borderline friends. And it wasn’t too uncommon for hippies to be walking around. After all, the girl’s outfit looked like someone could have actually worn it out. The main shock of the note came when Michelle saw that Lena’s sister had died, and that the outfit was a reminder of her. Instantly, the reporter was starting to feel bad for making the girl bring it up in the first place. There were a number of questions that were wanting to force their way out of the reporter’s mouth. Things like, how long ago did she died; so was she a real hippie; do you need a hug; Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, but can I hold your puppy now? Micky’s brain was cycling out which one she should use, or to just trash them all, but once her red lips had parted, she realized that Lena just finished writing a new note.

“How’d you-” she began, yet cut herself short. It was probably obvious that people would wonder after hearing someone say- or even write- about their sister’s death that people would ask if they were alright. It was relieving that the girl would be okay, however the fact that the sister thing was still a sore subject, meant that she couldn’t come out and ask about it. The reporter was internal Awwwing at this fact, but simply sighed, offering a tiny nod of her head. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to talk about it…unless you want to- since I hear that can help sometimes. Especially if it just happened…or if your sister had been apart of those group suicides- or if it had been a freak accident.” She couldn’t stop herself from wondering aloud. It just…came out. “Crap! I told myself I wasn’t going to do that!’ she yelled inside of her head, wincing at the fact the other was probably going to think she was insensitive. Was it so bad she just wanted to know how the other died to see if it would make a good article? Capitalizing off of someone’s death didn’t make her heartless. After all, if the person was dead, why wouldn’t they want to still help benefit someone?

Before Michelle could screw up her nice-girl image any more in from of Lena, she felt her phone vibrate, meaning she had a reply. “Sorry, I really need to take this. But maybe we can talk later-” ‘She’s mute.’ “- Text later.” After all, the second time she had ran into the mute on the streets, the reporter had exchanged numbers with her. Granted, she didn’t text the other very much, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t start now.

Pulling out the slender red cell, she saw that she had a reply from Theo, which made her lips twist into a grin. She knew that he would play along with knowing her. What prone-to-cheat-guy wouldn’t? He had even thrown in some flatteries for her. ‘Quite the ladies man, I see,’ crossed her thoughts, just by the texts. So the information she had gathered about him was true. However, he was doing her job for him. It wouldn’t be hard to seduce him if he was already half way there without even seeing her yet. All she needed to do was get maybe a picture of have Madeleine walk in on Theo with her, and that will start cracking the stuck up ditz. But it wasn’t going to stop there. Micky figured they were going to keep with revenge schemes until Craig felt that she had enough. And the funny part was that Theo had no idea that he was going to help out with all of this. All she needed to do was reply to the Party-Animal.


Glad that fall didn’t hurt you too much.
Then again, it’d take more than that to
hurt a big strong man like you. Meeting
up sounds perfect. But what about your
G-f? I swear, she’s always all over you.
Just tell me when you’re free, big boy.

*kiss//kiss* Chelle

With that out of the way, she was about to put her phone back away, however she realized that she had a reply from Craig awaiting her in her inbox. Tilting her head to the side, she was curious to see what the other was getting out of Trent, if anything at all. How funny it was that Theo was over by her cameraman now. But wait, he walked away. ’Noooo!’ she thought to herself, resisting the urge to bop herself in the forehead. She really hoped that she found something useful out form the other. Especially if Maddie had been there as well. Then again, Craig probably wasn’t ready for confrontation yet. It was as if he still had so much to learn, which he technically did. After all, before she came around, he was that invisible guy. Sure, he had the knew look, but he still needed to bring up his confidence level.


Some people spell it boo, but it’s a French
term Craiggie. I’m a lil shocked you left so
Soon- Remind me to work on ur confidence
So we can put your new hot looks to work.
Trust me, when we’re done w/ her, she’ll be
Wishing she hadn’t treated you like dirty.

-Micky

Turning back towards Marlena, she flashed a smile saying, “It was nice seeing you again, but I need to meet up with someone. So, I’ll see you later!” she was already starting to walk off before the sentence was finished. Yet once it was out of her mouth, the reporter turned and started walking towards the food court. Surely Lena would find something to do, and even though Michelle regretted not petting the puppy, she knew there would be other opportunities. For now, she needed to meet with Craig, face-to-face. And getting some real food into her stomach wouldn’t hurt either. After all, it was well passed dinner time, and all she had been eating for the last past few hours was junk foods. “Definitely working this off in the morning,” the female mumbled to herself as her fingers drummed against her stomach, feeling the imaginary weight that she assumed she would put on. Michelle wasn't even sure which one of the little food stops Craig wanted to meet her in front of, so she simply stayed a few feet from the door, so when the cameraman would enter, he would be able to spot her relatively soon.

.::TH3 R3P0RT3R::.

((DRESSED AS A:: PIRATE WENCH))

[rajio_obake]

Cyαnιdє Novєmbєr UpdykєBaby Inject Me Sweetly
Cσnnσr Lιndsαy RutlєdgєBaby Inject Me Sweetly, Me Sweetly

the ℳσσ¢н;; Craving makes it tastes sweeter

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ιsn't αlwαys hєαlthy
just tαkє α lιck bιtch
ι'm pσιsσn fuckιng dєαdly
ιnjєctισns, plєαsєrs, sєιzєrs
αbusє & mιsusє
ι'm σn thιs drug
ι cαn't rєfusє

‘Where’d it go?’

This phrase came to Cyanide's mind most of the morning and unto the afternoon. What was he looking for? Well right now he was looking for one of his syringes… He was going out for a little party fun and he needed to make sure his apartment was spotless before he left. He wasn’t a neat-freak but he’d like to have his drugs all accounted for before he left.. Maybe take a quick dose and who’s to say someone might not break into his place and find the syringe and his DNA? Besides he would be risking going to jail... And he couldn’t have that… The mooch had last spotted the pointy object near the bathroom sink. But he couldn’t seem to find it anywhere after that, it wasn’t like his cell phone where he could call the object and find it… Speaking of which he was missing that too.. He felt as though he was going to gain a stress ulcer if he didn’t find it. And since he hadn’t found it last night… He needed to find it today, since he had awakened, or else he would collapse from a panic driven overload. Not that it matter if he did Cya's whole for the day plan was: play guitar on the streets, shoot up, party, and come home. He felt as though he couldn’t go a second without knowing where everything he owned was. It was safer on his part covering up his tracks, yet he wasn't necessarily good at it. And the time he didn’t know where one of his fixes ended up the more worry stepped in… Or he'd simply forget it just depended on the day.. “Where is it?” He muttered from his bed.

He’d been awake for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only fifteen minutes. He had stayed in his bed despite waking up. Cyanide had felt this emptiness without knowing where one of his syringes was, and not knowing the whereabouts of his phone. It was learned behavior after all, he had depended on his fix to keep him alive and ready for life the next day, while he depended on the phone to tell him when and where he needed to be at all times and if his dealer was free to supply. Cya couldn’t miss a single call or else he wouldn’t know if he was needed to leave to get his meds or not. It was something so importnt he needed a constant reminders of.. Cyanide picked up the light blue stress relief ball that was lying on his dresser drawer. He tossed it in the air and caught in, tossed it again then caught it. He’d never used them for what they were intended for. Instead of squeezing them, he merely tossed them… His life wasn't full of stress and maybe it was because he was doomed from the start. Who knew? All he knew was that he was tempted to call up the dealer and ask for a few more blunts... He just went through not caring what happened as long as he got his latest fix it didn’t matter.. Was it really noticeable how apathetic he could be…? A question someone like him would never find the answer to simply because he did love the parties with the spiked punch.

‘Plop-plop-plip’ went the ball as it bounced off his head. Reaching to touch his head, the mooch wondered if he was coming down with something. He didn’t have an upset stomach or anything. But he also hadn't gotten any form of high since mid afternoon… Maybe he’d just lay there in his bed and let the day whirl by him. It really wasn’t that much impossible and it wasn’t like anyone needed him... Now don’t get the wrong idea. Cya didn’t act like this in public… Oh no he was quite good at putting on the perfect façade. Smoke a few cigarettes here and there, go to a few bars, never do any of the harder stuff unless it’s in an apartment or some place dark. It was just so hard to dig yourself out of the grave that you already dug. Cya knew this more than anyone from the fact his grave was probably as far down as the empire state building if you built it underground. Yeh that far. Take a while to think of that. Yes, Cyanide had tried to go on without hallucinogens in his life for a while… But it just didn’t feel the same anymore. It felt as though the acid in his stomach had solidified and the back of his esophagus was dry. In simpler terms, he wanted to puke… But he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. The next thing he knew he was back on the drugs once more and everything felt right with the world. He was able to ease by people and not care.. Some people said they remembered him as 'Connor'. Whenever someone brought up that name in public it just sent a surge of unknown anger.. No one could understand the hate he had for his old family.. They tried to tie him down. They didn't care about him unless he got in trouble. Like a bad teen movie. Honestly they needed to learn people love the chill parents not the strict ones..

Pushing himself out of the bed, Cyanide turned on his heal, making his way to the bathroom door connected to the room he was previously occupying. However if you live in an apartment most rooms are connected. And if it's not entirely your apartement well he never got lost in there. Letting out a sigh he looked at his sober reflection, a scoff escaped his lips after looking at it for too long. Cya scratched his cheek, it had the itchy feel of a beard growing, and at times he wished he wouldn’t grow one. But as long as there were razors in the world, he wouldn’t care. Walking over to the shower he took a glance out of the room to look at the clock. “Does it matter…?” He mumbled to himself. Cya then heated up the shower. He liked his showers hot, to some it was unbearable; to him it was just fine and perfect. It was also odd because if he was talking a bath he enjoyed a freezing cold bath sometimes with ice cubes in it, then again he was usually drinking in the tub if that was happening.. Cya striped from his nighttime attire, which wasn’t much but an XXL t-shirt and boxer shorts. He jumped in the steaming hot shower and it didn’t take him long to clean up from the night before and morning/afternoon then he jumped out. In a way he wished it took him longer so he could waste more time in the day. He shampooed and conditioned his somewhat long hair. Nothing exciting really, Cya never thought it was, he wasn’t one to sing in showers since he didn’t have the voice for it… Drugs kind of give you that perk. Draping a towel atop his head and wrapping another bigger one around his torso. He wouldn’t go about bragging about his body like some would then again his body had experienced some wear and tear over the years...

What caused him to turn to drugs? Well in all truth he loved heroine. Just something about injecting himself. Not to mention it felt better than the many drugs, (not saying he didn't do them he did because he liked them). Crack was more so a raver drug and pot was for hippies… Heroine, though, was different. It did more for him than the other two. He could just forget let loose all his feelings and slip into a state of simply being. He was an extreme person by nature. So when on the drugs it seeped through more. They came off very fanatical, almost as cartoon like. Something he didn't care to make sure if they showed too much.. Desipite the fact he liked to go through about his day doing what he had to, to make it to the next day. But he didn't like to show emotions.. That would take the fun out of it. He had learned to control his emotions to the best of his abilities.. But when he reached the limit that was it. Without a long sleeve shirt to hide the holes they were quite visible on both his arms, but mostly his left since he was dominate with the right and injected himself with that hand ninety percent of the time at least… Looking in the mirror he decided he’d blow dry his hair, not that he liked to air drying was fine but he needed to waste time and what better way than blow dry his hair. He reached under the sink for his blow dryer. ‘Pzzt-Pzzt’ His head turned a bit at hearing the familiar sound… ‘Holy crap you gotta be kidding me..?’ He was doubting it was his phone for have a second before he peered behind the sink. There he saw his phone. His black Motorola ‘CR-Z’ just laying there vibrating. “How’d it get there…?” He wondered aloud. ‘It must’ve fallen when I left it on the counter.’

He picked up the phone and flipped it open. The screen shown brighter then he could remember, even if he had only misplaced it for half a day. The message wasn’t important it was the calendar alarm telling him that today was a 'P@rTy T!m3'. He let out a sigh, he did all that worrying over the phone for naught… But he was still missing that syringe so yep… He was still a little bit on the worry side of things. As Cya started to walk out of the bathroom only to see something in red and watch it crack. He didn't bother with reading it though.. Drugs made you hallucinate and it was just another hallucination was all. When he got to his closest, he picked himself, out a pair of white ripped jeans with black and red striped stockings underneath along with a few leather belts one with studs that looked like bullets, one with regular studs, and one with none (that one was through the belt loop). A lime green fishnet undershirt black 'Poison' shirt. It was just going to be him being an '80s rockstar for the festival… And he was already dressed like that usuaully.. Before he closed the closest doors he picked up his black cowboy boots, a pair of white socks already in them. ‘Thanks planning ahead...’ he thought in a non caring tone to himself. Then letting out a yawn closed the closet doors. Cya walked over to his bed and pulled up his socks after he laced up his shoes. Standing up he pulled his shirt down a little. Then looking up he gave himself a nod, ‘As good as I'm getting.’ He thought with a shrug. Making his way over to his dresser, he picked up the comb that was sitting right there and combed his hair. As he set the brush down he tilted his head as he stared at his reflection. ‘Maybe I need something else…’

Checking himself over one more time he looked about his room… “Ah-hah..” the grey haired male said aloud. He knew the perfect accessory, his electric guitar. Sure he wouldn't be able to play it but that didn't matter. It was just so it was more obvious it was an accessory. He put on a watch for time purposes. Was he a professional man? Not at all, more of a bum to say the least. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t wear a tie and a Rolex watch. He just played guitar on the street and sometimes people would throw in some things other than money.. Sometimes clothes, food, candy.. And a watch. He even got a new cell phone with a new number… For many… Many… Reasons… E.I. so his family wouldn't call him back or try to track him.. Letting out another sigh, Cyanide headed into the kitchen where he preceded to pour himself a bowl of Count Chocula cereal… Not really caring all that much. After he poured the milk he went to get himself a spoon only to see a syringe on top of where the spoons went, “That was unexpected..” He said with a baffled expression on his face.. Well he found it now what? He put the syringe in his pocket and hoped to any God that Robin had not seen it before she left for work.. But now he knew where it was it meant he was going to have dessert after. Now, he was going to eat his cereal and his phone and send a text to his dealer buddy.

dude. i seriously need some more.
h. c. p. whatever i can pay for it,
i just need a refill on my stash.
are u going to be at the festival.
i can meet u there... i'll have $

After Breakfast, Dinner, Snack... Whatever you want to call it. Cyanide had his fix got his guitar and was out the door. It didn't phase him that after he left the place the Personality came back with a few friends.. Nope he stood at the stoop of someones steps and played his guitar to waste time, sure he didn't have an amp or a case. So one you couldn't hear the guitar nor toss money in a hat or anything but that didn't stop some people from through cash at him. Picking up his twenty-three dollars total nothing phased the male one bit as he stuffed it in his pocket and wondered his stumbly way to the festival. There he saw the mirror trick again. Flashed his ID to get soom booze and partied it up with people whose faces he didn't recognize let alone their names.. It wasn't till it was nearing later and later did he see someone he recognized with a group of guys. Beer in hand and guitar strapped to his back Cya made his way over and waved with the beer in hand a drunken grin on his face. “Buudddyyy-awwh-Pallll-Ohs!.. You look ******** sexy I must say! Whose the f*****t and kid..?” Obviously when he arrived on the seen Kyle was gone.. And Peter Pan looked pretty young. So it only left the guy NOT in costume to be referenced as a bundle of twigs.. It didn't phase him though, this was his daily language.. And yes the drugs and alcohol made him forget his best friends name... But he'll remember in due time. His gaze shifted to the kid with the toys.. He had a dog and a bunch of other animals.. Cya was a tad jealous. ‘I want some damn animals.. Luck Kid.’ “You babysitting him tonight?” Though he was high he knew cash was tight and sometimes you had to make some money on the side.. And well it just seemed like it was so.

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hєy bαby ιnjєct mє swєєtly
lєt mє blєєd thrσugh yσur vєιns
hєy bαby ιnjєct mє swєєtly
gσnnα drιvє yσu ιnsαnє
ι'm the hιghєst єcstαsy
thє strσngєst drug
thαt yσu hαtє tσ lσvє

─═▇▇▇┫

[mokiepuppymaster]

7H3 7iiMiiD, Miss Donaatello
N07 QUii73 F33LiiN6 H3R53LF


Personally Orion had a number of plans to do, and have conversation wasn't one of them. However he could sense the annoyance growing for the other woman, which brought him to feel even more frustrated as well. After all, the Drama-Queen wasn't supposed to be his companion. Now was she? He preferred someone who realized that he was the one that called the shots, not the other way around. He considered himself the greatest puppet master of all, and here she was trying to bait and guilt him into submission. As he picked up the jagged piece of the mirror, it was clear to him that he could easily kill her, but, that wasn't apart of the 'game'. The way this game worked was that he'd pick a target, and then give the detectives an opportunity to solve it. So far, he wasn't entirely sure if both were playing the game, but by the set time he supposed it wouldn't matter. If people died, it was more exciting for him. That is if he was planning on killing them just yet. No, this time he wanted them all to suffer. Last time he had too many that were instant. Okay, so perhaps being stabbed to death and drowned wasn't too instant, but he did happen to shoot a number of his victims as well. No, this time around he'd be truly gruesome.

His issue was however the Drama-Queen, she wanted to be a thorn in his side, didn't she? He couldn't have her going around telling everything that was being 'weird', it'd bring suspicion to him too early, and for the time being he would prefer it if he could have a body to keep him comfortable, at least for now. "No, wait," he made Kaelin call out. Damn it, he didn't know her name. He just saw her costume. So he decided to leave it out. "I'm sorry," he apologized in a false timid manner. "I've been dealing with stress at home...and halloween is my favorite holiday. I just thought you were so...the type of person who could handle this sort of thing. Maybe I was wrong?" He was baiting her, and well, she was taking it. The way she stopped walking, most likely resisting the urge to glance back.

Orion suddenly cut Kaelin's hand, just so he could get a bit of blood flowing. He'd need it for ink. The pain didn't effect him, instead it brought his adrenalin to start pumping even more. He was excited, he couldn't wait to settle the score. "ouch," Kaelin suddenly voiced after dropping the piece of glass, though still holding onto the paper. Due to commotion, the two were allowed to leave the haunted house. People figured they must've been so freaked out that Kaelin bumped into the mirror and cut her hand in the process. That was the story that was told, and that's what they wanted the other students in charge of dealing with the haunted house to pass to the others. Nothing more. Once they were out of the haunted house, they were directed to where the medical booth/hut was located. After all, you never knew what could happen at these sort of things. For example, say someone had a clown phobia and so suddenly they saw someone dressed as the clown from it, causing them to bolt without looking where they were going? However, on the way, Kaelin couldn't help but glance about in hopes of spotting Kyle. No where. Where on earth was his puppet?

Though that's when his eyes locked onto the Caretaker's Apprentice. He was just staring. Or more so, within her shell the killer found his eyes trailing over the group. It was her personality that he believed would be suited as an excellent puppet. There he also saw someone who was listed, just as the person he happened to be walking with had been. "I need to go to the bathroom," Kaelin spoke up and branched over to the little building that had the boy bathroom on one side and the girls' on the other. He paused for a moment before walking inside the feminine one. Luckily for him the girl didn't follow him inside. Instead he leaned against the counter top, and dropped the paper down on the counter top. Bits of blood dripped onto it, while his other hand tugged out the cellphone once more, and texted to the ABUSED:

Who are you with?


And then he felt himself drop the phone. He grabbed at his head feeling himself starting to lose control of the body, though soon stopped when he was able to suppress Kaelin once more. Because of his hand, little bits of blood now stained a few strands of her blonde hair. No, he had the very thing that he needed to do. With her finger he traced in a blood a simple message on the back of the flyer, then folded it up before tucking it safely away within the girl's attire. Next thing you knew from the mysterious cellphone, Piran was texted:

Aw, how unfortunate;
your partner isn't here?
You lose your allies, while
I'm the complete opposite.
Anyone can and will be my
puppet. Oh, and for your
partner's tardiness, maybe
I should just target two?
That is unless you can do this
for me. Spill blood, my dear
detective. Whether it be your
own or someone else's spill blood.

And leave your mark on your image.


Just as THE ADVENTURIST soon recieved a text message from a number that if she tried replying, it would only malfunction:

How long will you be
able to play thrilling games
of chance? Does adventure
excite you? Then I assure you
I can quinch your thirst, far
better than you do to those you
burden.


Still, he knew that chances were that the Drama-Queen was waiting for him outside of the bathroom. He glared with annoyance. No, it wouldn't be long until he was able to put his plan into action. He just needed to position his pawns, which included getting in touch with Kyle. He tugged out Kaelin's phone, debating on handing it over. Perhaps it could be of more use to him. He just had to keep fighting against that nagging feeling deep within him of maintaining control over her. For a timid shy girl...she technically put up more of a fight then he could handle. She wasn't depressed enough. Sure she was insecure, but there was someone out there who called out to him even more. The riddle. So, to both of the detectives: The Playful and the Superstitious:

My victim's memories last
longer than most, until they
are eaten by blades or flames.
Not a real friend to his name.
Rejected with hardly a trace
of existance. Partnered with
the one with still two-faces.
Perhaps I should cut them out,
before anything should develop?


[edited]

[s i n f u l BANANA]

x•• All men have a sweetness in their life.
XX•• That is what helps them go on.
xxx•• It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.

HAYDEN WRIGHT
the abusedthe abused




She wasn’t happy, not happy at all, to be stuck with her boss. He couldn’t even give her one night, or even jsut one hour alone so she could spend some time with her friend. So of course, when she did see him, she was angry, annoyed. She tried not to show it too much, but she wasn’t sure whether it worked or not. She didn’t care either. “It’s fine” she told him when he apologized. Her tone though, was cold, showing clearly that no, it really wasn’t fine. She ignored his smile, and settled down on the chair in front of him. She smoothed her skirts again, part of her nervous. She simply nodded when he offered to buy her dinner, surprised slightly by the fact that he had even offered to do it. “Thanks” she mumbled looking down at the table. The arrival of the menu offered her something to keep herself busy, and so she quickly opened it, looking for something to eat. “Same” she said simply when he said something about wanting something light. “And it’s late. I don’t usually eat at this time of night” she commented, biting the inside of her cheek lightly.

When the waitress came back, she was ready. “The Fusilli with creamed leeks and spinach please” she ordered. The waitress’ tone did not go unnoticed by Hayden, who simply made her tone even colder than what it already was. Then again, if the girl wanted to go out—or sleep with—a major jerk, then it was completely her choice. “And just a glass of water to drink” added Hayden, before the waitress turned her full attention to Nathanael. The secretary rolled her eyes at the rather drastic change of tone the waitress she used. Pathetic, she found it to be. How low was the girl ready to go to just have the attention of some guy for just a few seconds? “My night has been alright” she answered him once the other woman was gone. “A bit weird too, I suppose. I don’t usually got out to places as crowded as this” she commented, shrugging. As he started talking about his night, she raised her eyebrows ever so slightly, wondering what exactly could have caused him to smirk the way he currently was—to be so happy about it. However, that question was quickly answered when he started talking again. She listened, nodding slightly. As he spoke though, she slowly started to wonder if she should start taking notes. It was probably why he had wanted her around right? But then again, she knew she had a good memory, and she didn’t exactly have anything to write on... “The Haunted House sounds okay.” Not that she liked them, but it would be something to do. And perhaps she could meet up with Kaelin there.

“I’ll have to make sure of your schedule at work” she told him when he asked about his schedule. By then, the food had just arrived. “I do know you have some days opened, but I will have to double-check to make sure” she explained. And with that, she started eating, careful at first, unsure she would even liked what she had picked. But it smelled simply heavenly, and the taste was even better, if that was even possible. Clearly, she had made the right choice. She finished her bite before speaking again. “As long as I have the names, I’ll do the research” she assured him. She knew the drill, how it worked. By now, she was simply used to it. Of course, these types of discussions did not usually happen over dinner like this, but change could be good... right? She fell into silence again after assuring him once more that she would do the work that needed to be done. She simply ate, feeling quite uncomfortable. She didn’t like the way the waitress still glared at her each time she passed by, or the looks she got from a few men. That’s why she didn’t often go out, and certainly not with a man. She was regretting agreeing to meet him here. This was not worth a free meal.

“Of course” mumbled Hayden when Nathanael excused himself. Now was probably her chance to escape... And yet, she did not. Instead, she continued eating, keeping her eyes on her plate. If only she could just leave without looking completely impolite... But before she could find a way, Nathanael was back, worried about the phone call, it seemed. Some sort of prank had been played on him. “Probably just some child trying to have a little fun tonight. Or doing a dare” she commented with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “It’s their idea of fun I suppose.” And then they were back to silence and eating. Because she had kept eating before, she finished before him. Good timing too, as she received a text from her friend. It seemed strange though... Too short for how Kaelin usually texted. That Drama-Queen was certainly not a good influence.

textmessage]To: Kaelin
textmessage]I’ll be there as soon as
textmessage]I finish eating. See you
textmessage]soon!
textmessagess]-- Hayden

She hit sent, before returning her attention to her boss. By then, he was done eating too, and it wasn’t long before he had paid and they were off. “Haunted House?” she asked, making sure they were still going to the same place. And sure enough, they headed in that direction. They walked next to each other, but Hayden made sure to keep a safe distance between them. She hardly trusted him. If anything, working for him had made her even more wary of him. He was, in many ways, scary, to her at least. While they walked, she got yet another text from Kaelin.

textmessage]To: Kaelin
textmessage]My boss, Nathanael
textmessage]Belmont still. Why?
textmessage]And we’re heading to the
textmessage]Haunted House. Are you
textmessage]still there?
textmessagess]-- Hayden

She hit send again, before sliding her phone back in her purse. “Do you mind if we meet up with some of my friends? I believe they are still at the Haunted House, so it wouldn’t be out of our way...” she told him. No matter what he said though, she quickly noticed Brittanya waiting on the side of one of those bathroom buildings. She angled that way, frowning slightly. The girl wouldn’t have left Kaelin alone, would she? God, she knew this was a bad idea... “Brittanya! Where’s Kaelin? I thought she was with you?” she asked, the moment she was closer to the drama-queen.






[ooc: hope it was okay... sorry about the wait. if there’s a problem, pm me and i will edit. thank you! ]

[rajio_obake]

thε.εmρtιηεssLyυdε Allεη Kεηdall
thε.εmρtιηεss.thε.εmρtιηεss thε Maяιoηεttε

Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door...
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
Running now will only make it worse...
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
I wish my mind would stop...

Being free... This was such a new experience for the Marionette sure he once had it. But it felt so long ago he’d almost forgotten what it was like to be human if that was possible at all. He’d spent his days cooped up in that padded cell he’d grown to call home and accepted that there was no way out every now and again. It was out of pure luck that he grew to make a friendship with his caretaker’s apprentice. She wasn’t like the rest.. She cared for him like no one else did. No one else understood Lyude like she did. She even rivaled his trust with the gamer. She’d give him the things he wanted. She would play with him also. Sometimes it would include torturing some thing of some kind and he may get a little queasy but that was alright.. He’d try and get over it for her.. He’d try and get over many things for her. The one thing he refused to get over, but more so told himself he couldn’t do was talk. Because he couldn’t trust himself to talk. It had deceived him. You’d think turning in a criminal would let you stay out and live your life. But that hadn’t been the case. The moment he started seeing things and yelling nonsense was the moment they called him in and he never saw his relatives or new friends again. He couldn’t trust himself to speak.. What if he slipped up and they sent him somewhere else Somewhere stricter, somewhere where he’d have to deal with different people. There for different reasons. Sure he didn’t know he was already roomed with a killer.. But what could be worse than a killer.. Two killers? Yes, yes that could be worse..

Then there were the games.. What if he wasn’t allowed to play games before because they were seen as too dangerous. What if they thought he couldn’t handle the excitement.. There were so many ‘what ifs’ to the situation that he didn’t know if he could handle it.. His life had become the biggest ‘what if’ anyway without his worrying. ‘What if I play hide and seek with my friends?’ ‘What if we run into a crazed killer?’ ‘What if said killer murders my friends?’ ‘What if I watch the whole thing and get away unscathed?’ ... It was full of unanswered questions... His life... He has cried over the random possibilities when he slipped into the insanity known as Depression. But it was also when he turned to drawing more.. When he drew he didn’t have to worry about using words to communicate.. Not that he did know but it was something he used as another medium to speak for him. If Brutus was busy... (because if he was missing we all know Lyude would collapse) or simply couldn’t say the words for him.. His drawings could. His drawings spoke differently to different people. Some took his art as literal while others took it as metaphorical. It depended on who you were to understand the image and its significance.. Some could be as pleasant as fond memories of his youth; and considering he was still young.. Well his youth dated back to his earliest memories. Memories that only his youthful age only helped him remember. A blessing and a curse.

But the bad times could be overlooked when he had his stuffed dogs. The comfort they gave him was like the comfort a little kid finds hiding behind their mommy after a scary movie.. And that’s what life was, a big scary movie. Maybe it was that search for a mother figure that lead him to trust in Aitana. She was female. And in her presence he couldn’t help but rely in her. When they played games in the buildings with the other patients.. She did things to them that weren’t things she’d to to Lyude. The sadistic games they had played left a horrid taste in his mouth and he couldn’t... DIDN’T want to voice it. She was almost all he had, minus Kyle and Brutus. He didn’t want her to leave him to play with another. So as they played the Whack-a-ghost he was able to ease away and all the tension brought upon by the mirror and by the haunted house left him in a sweet release. The smile on the newly reunited snake-bitten pierced boy was a genuine one as she asked if he wanted another stuffed animal to add to the pile they already one. “M..hm.......” he lowly voiced as he shook his head in excitement pointing at the black and blue twin-headed dragon. It didn’t look scary. More Cute. (at least in his perspective) so when he pointed towards the dragon and the man working on the other end brought it out the first thing he did when the plushie contacted with his arms was hug it. He was so happy that he preceded to mentally introduce the dragon to his other stuffed animals.. Brutus included.

Just as he was going to go back to playing with Aitana when they started round whatever many on the machine someone approached them... As Lyude looked at the shorter male the trepidation in his foot became a staggering problem as he felt uneasy by the fellow. Oh how he wanted the other to run off somewhere.. Because if the writer wasn’t going to be the one to bolt it was surely going to be the marionette. Tension wasn’t something he learned to handle well and even if it was all in his head simply due to the fact he hadn’t been around humans in a while.. The way the writer spoke.. Lyude didn’t know how to piece it together.. He wondered if he had seen the male before maybe in a nightmare or some illusion.. But no. The shorter male didn’t look a thing like anything he’d dream up.. And the way he spoke.. Did Lyude imagine the condescending tone? He wasn’t sure but he scooted towards the Personality more almost so that he stood behind her like he had at the Haunted House.. In a way this man was just another horror vision. Why else would he appear and start talking? Then the male looked at Lyude and Peter Pan’s breathing stopped for a good second. Why did he look at Lyude? What did his phrase mean? He wasn’t talking about Lyude was he? How could he be Lyude hadn’t said anything to him at all. He hadn’t said much of anything this whole night.. He just wanted to leave. He wanted out. He clutched at his armful of animals.. Mostly so, Brutus as the other male stood there.

Though much to Lyude’s dismay, sad to say someone else appeared. And this male was taller, and more hair-raising than the writer. The mooch seemed to show no fear to anything. He was taller than the writer and the marionette. His hair wasn’t a natural color.. Sure he had snake-bites like Lyude.. But he also had a nostril piercing which Lyude did not have.. And the small t-shirt and mesh undershirt left the tattoo of a moth visible on his skin... Why did he have a moth Tattoo? What did the moth symbolize? Being an artist he could simply infer a meaning without knowing a backstory.. The moth could be a sign of concealment of the truth and since they were nocturnal creatures they could be seen as shadowy figures with two faces.. Did that mean Aitana was in trouble?.. Or maybe Lyude had it wrong.. Maybe it was a sign of determination and secret knowledge.. Could he know something Lyude doesn’t? Honestly all the assumptions Lyude was making on the male he wasn’t sure if they were right. The way the mooch spoke was like a slap in the face to his theory’s.. He was even addressed directly this time, and his gaze shifted away towards the dirt. He wasn’t sure what to say he’d never had to talk to people recently as of late all he had to do was look at someone and they knew what he was thinking without even saying it. Averting the looks from the other males he looked up at Aitana in a hopeful manner.. Maybe she knew just what to say and he didn’t... Maybe she knew what to do... Maybe she could give him a sign of who was upstanding and who was a sheep in wolf’s clothing... Could he be putting too much faith in her? Certainly not.

Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...

hεlρ hεlρ hεlρ hεlρ

currently dressed as my drawing of Peter Pan
the current tune playing in my head:
The Artist by: Alesana

[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Miss Drama Queen««
Brittanya○Promise○Young
Woke up in the morning
It's another cloudy day
But that never mattered too much to me
'Cause it's still a new beginning
And I know I got it in me
Had my share of ups and downs
But now I know I can do anything
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
Sometimes it's gonna be days like this
Sometimes it's gonna be rain like this
Sometimes you're gonna feel pain like this
Sometimes you gotta work hard for it


««»»

Brittanya would've left, there was no reason in her mind to keep her there. Okay, so there was. She knew that Kaelin was her ticket, there was no denying it. She was just highly annoyed with how the girl had been behaving. It was all completely out of character, yes, but still, definitely annoying. Promise considered herself someone who should be treated with loads of respect: higher than most actually. She wanted Kaelin to beg for forgiveness and go out of her way to make everything up to her. She wanted to hear her timided voice apologizing. And when she heard the other girl ask her to wait, she found herself stopping. Alright, so maybe she was hoping that she would've actually said it once they were out of the Haunted House. Personally this place did give her the creeps. She was tired of people jumping out trying to scare her. She hated feeling like she was in some sort of horror movie. It might've been a bit on the exaggerating side, but what did you expect? She was the type of person who typically exaggerated everything, blowing things out of proportion and whatnot. She glanced back, the room was dark, there were only bits of black lights, that left out a bluish glow in the darkened hallway in hopes of giving that area with the mirrors more of a creepy effect. The guy with the chainsaw seemed more concerned with the broken glass about. That was also understandable. It was so unexpected, and the fact that Kaelin would break something shocked Promise to a new level. Still, she figured that perhaps Kaelin just was letting her costume go to her head? Maybe she felt that when you're in costume you're not technically yourself and allowed to do whatever you wanted?

She didn't want to make excuses from the girl, all she wanted was her apology. so when she heard those two simple words, 'I'm sorry', a tiny smirk tugged on the corner of her lips. Still, she wanted to milk this for all it was worth. So instead she allowed a frown to develop before asking, "Really now?" Next came the explanation. It sounded believable, though she was surprised that Halloween was supposedly her favorite holiday. Personally Promise would've thought the girl would've been more into Christmas or Valentine's day, or a happy holiday more along the lines of that. She was technically ready to forgive the other, but hearing that last part about not knowing that she couldn't handle it, Promise chewed lightly on her bottom lip from how offended she felt at that statement. She could...handle this sort of thing. At least she could force herself to. So swiftly she said, "I suppose I forgive you then," she voiced with a simply flick of her wrist. She turned away from the girl to face once more towards the direction they had came in. She was resisting the urge to look back towards the girl. There was no way she could keep her expression nearly as cool as she needed it. She wanted Kaelin to think that nothing got to her, when truth be told, Promise was pissed. "Don't be confused, I can handle this sort of thing. All of that, was acting, Linny," she explained; definitely a lie she practically pulled out of no where. "I'm actually kind of bored with everything, so let's just go."

The only reason she turned around was because she heard that 'ouch'. And when she heard it, she felt her eyes grow in size. Swiftly she snapped her gaze back towards the girl to see the female drop the piece of glass, while still handing onto that piece of paper she had. "Kaelin!" she exclaimed, thinking that this definitely topped everything bizarre that had been happening. She was still trying to cope with everything that was going on. Even when they were led out of the haunted house, and told where the medical booth had been. Promise brought herself to not make eye contact with anyone near the Haunted House, simply because of the pure embarrassment that she was feeling. What confused her even more was that Kaelin didn't want to just go to the medical booth. No, instead she asked to go to the bathroom; not to mention that she seemed to be getting ultimately distracted by pretty much everything along the way. Promise decided to give her the privacy she needed when she went into the bathroom. In the meantime the Drama-Queen decided to wait on the outside, leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest as she replayed the events in her mind. Perhaps Kaelin really was dealing with a lot of stress? After all, she seemed to start acting strange when boys were mentioned. Most likely she was dealing with the lack of popularity at school, and most likely had a terrible love-life. Aw poor girl, what if she actually never had a boyfriend? Promise wouldn't put it past her.

At that moment she suddenly recieved a text message, it chimed. If it hadn't, she probably wouldn't have noticed it until hours later when she actually decides to go home. She tugged the cellphone out of her little bag that matched quite nicely with her costume. It was from her friend who was working at the festival. Oh god, it was about what happened back in the haunted house. Already Brittanya felt the embarrassment settling, but still she decided that she might as well reply. she was just have trouble thinking of exactly what to put. By the time she had finally finished her message, she hoved her thumb over the button, ready to send it. She didn't though. Not because she was afraid, but because she caught sight of Hayden, then noticed her boss. Personally she would do anything to work with someone as attractive as him. After all, Miss Young had nothing against Kaelin's father, it's just she had her limits when it came to age, and wasn't all that interested in sleeping with someone to get ahead. She considered herself above that, after all, that's what she often accussed Charlotte of. Why would she make herself a hypocrite. Her eyes would've stayed on Nathaneal, if it weren't for Hayden instantly exclaiming at her about where Kaelin had been. Promise couldn't help it that she rolled her eyes. "Technically she is," she voiced as she moved from the wall of the bathroom closest to the door. "Kaelin's been acting strange, I'll tell you that much. She pulled down a mirror in the haunted house, and cut her hand. I guess she's in there cleaning herself up, even though we were completely heading to the medical booth." she explained before mumbling, "Stress she says." Though looked once more to Hayden. "Maybe you should talk to her? Because between me and her, I feel as though this...this wall has formed or something."

Then that's when a thought came to her. So swiftly she asked, "Was Kaelin recently rejected or had her heart broken? Sometimes that can make someone completely lose a grasp with themselves. Truth me when I say she's been acting...um...just a bit on the weird side."

<<Dressed as:: The Queen of Hearts>>

««»»

Sometimes the road may seem too far
You never really know for sure
If you're ever gonna make it
Sometimes the end may seem so far
You never really know for sure
If u got the strength to make it
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
Because when u feeling low
And u can't get no lower
That's when u know your close
Sometimes u gotta work hard for it



Some○People○Think○I'm »» AGGRESSIVE «« Cause○I○Know○What○I○Want

[Faffleopoly]

Garvey "Vivi" Talib Sullivan

The Superstitious

People think I'm insane

Because I am frowning all the time

Many things had gone wrong since that morning after his conversation with his partner. Vivi wasn't one to let things get him down all the time, but this day it was exceptionally hard to stay in a passive mood. First he was tired, and unusually lethargic, which fit that morning's reading about not being able to do work like he usually did. The meaning of the rest of that message was still unclear to him. It played around in the back of his thoughts for the rest of the day. It didn't help that his first fortune cookie of the day had said, 'In the darkest times one must wait and listen.' Was something bad going to happen, and was he going to have a chance to do something, but actually have to forgo it? It would be dangerous to do? Should he go to this festival tonight, is that what his fortunes were going on about? Then there was the problem of costumes. Vivi had long since stopped celebrating Halloween like everyone else, though he made certain o observe all Halloween rituals as to not incur the wrath of some unknown spirit. So, he always lit new candles on Halloween and made sure to make a couble of Jack o' Lanterns and stick a candle inside to ward off demons and the like. He always threw the used candles away after Halloween was over. He made sure none of the candles blew out, and he lit an orange candle at midnight to let it burn until first light of the new day for good luck. There were many other customs he took part in, but to list them all would be tedious. Halloween was a day of superstitions and customs, same as Friday the Thirteenth, what had absolutely nothing to do with Jason. Vivi wasn't scared by movies about criminals that refuse to die. Friday the Thirteenth was a day full of misfortune due to a meeting amongst the Gods, but today was neither Friday the Thirteenth nor Halloween, well, not yet. The point is, Vivi was without a costume, and he hated shopping for costumes, mainly because everyone thought that since he was half Japanese that he always wanted to be a Samurai. Well, it didn't matter, he would have to shop.

That was where he was just before the festival as he pulled up in front of the costume shop. One of the better known ones in town. He took a deep breath and opened up his dinner cookie and read the fortune. "Do something you dislike and you shall find a light at the end of the tunnel." His lunch cookie had said something along the lines of "Today hangs in the balance, your path lies in shadow." None of them were very happy, but this one mentioned light, so maybe he could make it through all of this. Vivi threw the cookie out the window and it shattered on the street. He watched it and couldn't help but think that he shouldn't have done that. He pinned his newest fortune in his planner and grabbed his wallet. He looked inside and was rather amazed to see that he had as much i there as he did, about 200 dollars. Then he remembered why he had that much. It would seem that his checks had expired, or something and that was why his check had bounced instead of going through, so they had promised him to send him new ones, which he had to pay for. He vaguely remembered that he had changed his account number recently when he had received a series of fortune cookies that said, "You life is not your own," "Your future lies in financial ruin," and "Acting quickly may cause ruin, but it can also prevent ruin." That was why his checks had bounced. The cash was to pay his rent, so the made sure his Credit Card was in his wallet. Being prepared was always a good thing. Vivi put his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans and got out of the car making to shove his keys in his front right pocket before slamming the door to his Ford shut. He walked around the hood of his parallel parked car and walked across the sidewalk to a little store with a glass face that showed off various enticing costumes. He pushed open the clear glass door with the sign for it's hours printed with gilt lettering. He let the iron handle slip out of his grasp and took a step forward out of the area of the swinging door so it could close behind him. The bell above the door jingled uproariously. Vivi's clear gray-blue eyes scanned the room and finally fell on the man behind the counter who had looked up at him when he heard the bell. Vivi gave him a curt nod as greeting, obviously not comfortable.

"I'm looking for a costume to wear to the festival down town..." -do something you don't like and you shall find the light...- flitted through his mind as the words had left his mouth. "hmmm, have anything in mind, sir?" Vivi quickly approached the desk, so that they weren't yelling across the room to each other. "Yes... actually, I was thinking Japanese Edo period garb, Samurai-at-rest sort of thing..." Inwardly he blanched, but the fortune cookie had said something he didn't like. He just hoped this was it. "You want a sword with it?" The store clerk was smirking, obviously amused by this happenstance. It irked him, but he remained level, he was always good at that. "Do on to others as you would have done to you" Karma and all that Jazz. "No, I have swords of my own, would you please just point me in the general direction I might find the costume I seek?" Ugh, why was he talking like that, another thing he didn't like? Then again, this meaningless banter made him slightly... was it amused? He wasn't sure, it had been awhile since he could get his head far enough out of his superstitions and work to actually experience the world, so smiling a lot wasn't a hobby, and his sense of humor had become alien to himself on one level or another, though he did still have it. The guy smirked again good-naturedly and jerked his hands toward the back left corner of the room with his thumb out. Vivi nodded to show his acknowledgment and left for that side of the room. He tried on several different Yukata's of different colors, but he finally settled on a nice blue one to bring out his eyes. It was light blue on top and dark blue on the bottom, and it made his eyes stand out nicely. He readjusted the amber beads on his wrist and looked at himself. He needed something... a wig. He didn't take too long enlisting the help of the store clerk and they found a nice one that he thought fit the outfit well. The purchase at the counter came to over 150$, but at least his partner couldn't complain that he hadn't gotten a costume, and maybe this special costume would get him more information. The clerk by then was having fun joking around with Vivi, and Vivi couldn't help but find himself smiling. Was the light his fortune had talked of? Maybe, but they were usually obscure and more cryptic than that, so he didn't think that this was what was meant as nice as it was. By the time he left it was already late for the festival, and he had missed his partner's first text message because his phone was off as not to disturb the other customers. Even as he left the store with his purchases and got into his car, hanging the costume on a hook in the back so that it wouldn't wrinkle he was smiling feeling light hearted, for now. However, he forgot to turn on his phone before starting up the ar to drive home, and barely noticed the time. He saw it 10:05pm, but it didn't register in his brain that he was supposed to be somewhere special.

He heard the radio talk about a phenomenon of broken morrors and such and automatically his flesh got goose pimples. Broken mirrors were bad. Vivi parked his car outside his apartment building in it's usual place and grabbed his new costume before running inside. It had finally clicked inside his head that he was late, but he hadn't received a text, or so he thought, so he didn't think Piran would be to angry with him yet. He paused by his landlords room and shoved the 200$, with a note attached to it into the crease of her door and running on after knocking. His breathing was slightly elevated by the time he got to his door and pulled out his keys to unlock it. He went right on in and threw his keys on his coffee table along with his phone as he passed on into the bedroom. Vivi laid his costume flat out on the bed before going to the closet to pull out his grandfather's sword. His grandfather from his mother's side had given it to him for his 18th birthday in a very elegant style befitting the Japanese. It was 'to celebrate his coming to manhood. His elder brother had gotten similar treatment, as would Jason next year. He placed the sword o his bed with some reverence and prayed his grandfather would forgive him for wearing a real sword--which he had a permit for--as an ornament. Vivi knew how to use the sword with some skill since he had spent a year or two learning Kendo on his grandfather's request while he took his college classes. He wasn't amazingly skilled, but he was passable, which was all his grandfather had wanted. Vivi took no time getting out of his clothes, he left his amber beads on his wrist. Along with his usual Morning Star Pendant he wore his Pentant of Machu Picchu and his Prosperity circle (link). He attached his sword in the traditional spot and went about putting on the wig properly so it wouldn't fall off easily. All in all the finished product was startling, and he felt almost as if he could have lived in the tie of the Samurai, but with his paltry skills maybe it was best this way. He looked at the time then decided it was time to hustle, the time being 10:15. He was soon out of the bedroom, his guns secure under his arms beneath the baggy Yukata, his acorn hidden in an pocket on the inner lining of the Yukata along with his wallet. He scooped up his keys with his lucky rabbit's foot tangling from a chain, and his phone which he flipped open to text his partner. His eyes widened when he saw the missed message and realized that it was still on silence mode.

He checked the message that told him to alert Piran when he got to the festival. It was sent a long time ago. He hit the reply button even as he locked his door behind him.

I got hung up
buying the costume
Will be there soon.
Where to meet?

He hit the sent button before flipping the phone shut and placing it in his inner pocket next to his acorn. He could feel the pony tail of his wig bounce with each step, it was an interesting sensation not very easy to describe. It was new to him, seeing as he'd never had his hair long, but it wasn't bad. He unlocked the car and got in. There, was going to be some serious questioning going on so, after repositioning his sword and shutting his door he reached across the passenger's seat and pulled out his tape recorder from the dashboard cubby. Sitting back up he slipped it into the empty pocket on the opposite side of his phone. He could feel the comforting weight of his guns and took a deep breath. Time to go. He didn't have the spring waster to wash the broken mirror shards, but perhaps he could bury them? Then again, he wasn't the one who had broken them, so he was most likely safe with the level of protection he had on him now. Vivi quietly fingers his pendants through the deep neckline of his shirt as he drove ahead. Tonight wasn't going to be easy, but he was going to wait, watch, listen, and try to stay alive. It was in this manner that he drove all the way to the festival and parked his car. Parking wasn't easy, he had trouble finding an empty space, and just as he stopped his car, as if on cue, he got an ominous text from an unknown person and frowned.

His high arcing brows slid down into a frown giving him a serious look. His thick lips showed no amusement. and his severe gray eyes looked up and around him as if he could spot the culprit among the the few around him. How did they get his number? He knew already that this had something to do with the case he was involved in. It was cryptic, taunting even, and it made his blood boil. Not that he was angry, but excited. It was a case a real case, the first in a long time, though he'd wasn't really assigned to it, his heart still skipped a beat. As serious and threatening as the message was, it didn't matter, there was a clue in there, what it was, he wasn't sure yet, but he'd figure it out eventually. He was still staring at the text trying to decipher it when he got another one from Piran. He opened it right away, and read it as he shut the car door, locked it, and put the keys in his Obi. He leaned against the car as he began to enter his reply.

I got the message too.
Promising is not the word I'd choose,
but its definitely a lead.
I'm in the parking lot,
Where are you?
I'll get there as my feet
can carry me.

Pushed himself off the car, and, with his phone still in hand to answer the next text his partner would send, he walked to the main gate. He gave them the ticket he had gotten from Piran and was allowed in. He acted the part of a traditional Samurai and even bowed politely in thanks before walking on. Since his family was half Japanese he could speak the language, though he had an American accent when he did, only the native speaking Japanese would be able to tell. He walked forward a little passed the gates and looked around his sharp eyes searching the crowed for that one familiar face. Then his phone rang and he pulled it up and flipped it open only to see another Cryptic message. This wasn't good, things were going quicker than they should. Vivi looked up once more hoping to find that familiar face to discuss these texts with and hopefully get to the bottom of these 'suicides.' Then occurred to him, how was he going to find Piran amongst all of these costumed people. For all he knew the guy was in a dinosaur suit... Then again that didn't fit the playful's style, He expected Drag Queen or something else flashy.

I need someone to show me

I can't see the things that make true happiness

The things in life that I can't find

I must be blind

Paranoid_Black Sabbath

[Michirugurl]

✖✖✖ Nathanael✖✖✖ Damon ✖✖✖ Belmont ✖✖✖

The Gambler

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Nathanael wasn't sure how he was feeling or what he should do. He wanted to have a normal conversation with Hayden without having to talk about business or anything work related. But that's all either one of them knew how to do. As much of a ladies man Nathanael is, he could seem to get any girl he wanted, talk about anything. Any girl except Hayden. Nathanael wondered how come? its was really ironic that he could get any girl except Hayden. Maybe it was the fact that she hated him? or that fact they were both used to talking to each other about business work and work related things? It just felt weird and awkward to Nathanael, he felt as if he had been stiff for the short time that they had been here eating. Then as soon as Nathanael was finished he noticed Hayden's plate was completely empty. he wasn't even finished and she was already done. She really must hate him, they ate trough a silent meal without much of a conversation. Nathanael noticed Hayden texting and realized that she was probably texting her friends whom he just separated her from. He finished his meal and while Hayden was finishing her text Nathanael paid off the meal and got up heading towards the Haunted house. Nathanael heard Hayden asked him "Haunted House?" and he just nodded his head. "unless you want go elsewhere. I completely understand. You did bring your friends and well, maybe I'm taking your time away from them." He walked away silently. That was as close as Nathanael would ever get to saying. Im sorry i didn't mean to take you away from your friends, just go enjoy yourself with them and I wont bother you. But not many people knew that or that, that is what Nathanael meant.

As they continued walking Nathanael walking towards the haunted house,Nathanael noticed that Hayden stayed near him walking off in the same direction. She never left, but she never said anything and to be honest, this was getting frustrating and Nathanael just didn't know what to do. On their way to the haunted house Hayden seemed to have gotten another text message from her friends. She responded before they made it and finally talked to him after a while of silence."I guess we could meet up with them, I wouldn't mind since it's on our way and they are your friends." he told her as they continued walking that way. Nathanael really didn't care, in fact Nathanael was actually relieved, because he felt that they would help them get more talking or at least distract Hayden for a bit as he slowly left the scene. Maybe if Nathanael left little by little then Hayden would feel more comfortable with her friends and start to be more herself than a stiff robot who barely talked. He also hoped that Hayden wouldn't mind him disappearing after a few minutes. Maybe Nathanael might just go with to them Haunted house then leaving off by himself leaving Hayden and her friends together and alone for the rest of the attraction.

Right at the entrance of the Haunted house, Nathanael noticed a girl looking a bit embarrassed as if something embarrassing just happened. But the thing is Nathanael couldn't figure out what it was that was so embarrassing, he didn't see anything on her, or around her that looked out of place. she looked very beautiful, in fact she was usually the type of girl Nathanael liked to hit on when he wasn't around Hayden of course. She looked very lovely in her Queen of Hearts costume, which meant she was a high maintenance girl, people Nathanael is usually used to know and knows how to handle them. Not like Nathanael is acting now with Hayden. Nathanel watched as Hayden seemed to be a little freaked with something that was going on. Apparently this whole situation was about a girl name Kaelin? It seems like something odd was going on but Nathanael couldn't figure out what it was exactly. Nathanael listened in to what Brittanya was telling Hayden. "She cut her hand...."Nathanael repeated silently to himself "Hayden I think you should go in there make sure she is safe and cleaned up, since well...I can't really go in there. Then after that was can take her to the medical booth to make sure she gets examined." He looked at Hayden then back at Brittanya. This was definitely a crazy night and not what Nathanael wanted to happen or expected to happen at all. He had other plans in mind but then again you never know what can happen nowadays. You get lots of surprises, especially lately there have been many surprises with killings, teenagers and cracked mirrors. It Nathanael doesn’t watch himself strange things can happen to him and he doesn’t want that happening right now.

Nathanel looked at Brittanya and smiled “My name is Nathanel by the way.” he told her as he took out his hand to shake hers. “Im Nathanel’ the evil old boss of Hayden” he told her chuckling. “and who is this lovely lady I have the pleasure of meeting?“ he asked wondering who this woman was and how she knows Hayden. Nathanael did notice Brittanya eyes and stares ever since Nathanael and Hayden came into the scene. They were actually supposed to be having fun and even going into the Haunted house but unfortunately things happen and there is not much that can be done. What a turn of events this all turned out to be but Nathanael thought maybe he could actually be of some help and use for these women which was why he was here. Besides he needs to show Hayden he’s not all demon, he can be a human as well if you just gave him the chance. He just found it much more easier to be rude and a jerk than to be nice and kind. He was heartbroken once and he did not want to be heartbroken again. Nathanael just didn’t trust people it was who he was and after he dealt with his family, friends and ex-fiance people just couldn’t be trusted anymore. He didn’t want to place his trust on anyone that was not himself or else he would be disappointed. He was a very caring, trusting and loving person but certain event can change people. That was just the way it went. Besides Nathanael now has too much in his plate, he owns a business, he is rich and powerful and he is trying to become a very powerful man to run the city. He has achieved too much to throw it all away.

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The world is filled of many opportunities that people never seem to find and I take advantage it.

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[Twankiie]

cameracamera

>>>Craig Brovinofskixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Cameramanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

● ● The brown-haired cameraman breathed out heavily into the warm-cool air. Warm-cool meaning it wasn’t either or, but right now, with his burning face, it felt rather nice being of a lower temperature than himself. It was only at this time that he actually started to realize the predicament he put himself in my volunteering to be here. Craig knew he wouldn’t have minded if he just stayed at home all night. He wasn’t big on festivals, parties—he wasn’t big on any of this stuff and yet he still came. Mostly because of obligation and… because… well.. there was that plan… but now he wasn’t so sure about it… now that he’d seen her again. The butterflies in his stomach were all… unsettled again. God, he hated that feeling! He never had it until he started going to the college, until he saw her for the first time—she was the only one that could do that to him and he knew that she was the one person he couldn’t have—well… okay… let’s face it… Craig wasn’t that confident. He doubted his ability to get a number of women—but he didn’t want a number of women. He wanted… he wanted Madeleine Sinclair. He wanted her so that they could… so that they could… hold hands… so they could take long walks and sit in front of a fireplace with cups of cocoa. So they could laugh and joke and so he could hold her in his arms and—god no!

Jensen growled at himself inwardly. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid! This is exactly why he wanted to avoid her. She brought all these thoughts and feelings back and he was just a couple of movements of his fingers away from telling Michelle that he wanted to call it all off. He had this happen at least three times a week, if not more than that. Strong. He told himself. He needed to be strong. He told himself that… she would never take it back and the only person he could trust was that one person he had yet to meet in person. Kyle Carson. His god was the only thing that he could have faith in to the end. He never disappointed, at least that’s what the nerd had heard.
Craig swallowed hard as he looked down and in his hand was his phone. He hadn’t realize that in that panic of his mind that he had gone ahead and fished out the phone and Michelle’s number was even up, ready for him to message—but nothing was written as of yet. He brought the phone up to his attention with intentions of using it to distract him from the other parts of himself which were much less acceptable for him right now. It was just a moment or two after he looked at the blank screen that it ended up singing to him a response and a name of a familiar person came flashing on the screen.

Michelle. Damn it. He should have found her by now. God… what if she was mad because he was late? What if she was pissed off because she thought he was spending all this other time around those other guys instead of working on the plan with her? What if she thought he had cold feet and ended up calling him a loser or a pansy or something? The young adult broke out into a little bit of a cold sweat as his finger hesitantly ran towards the button to open the message. He gulped as he went down it. Eyes flickered with a bit of embarrassment as if he could just imagine her laughing at him. He felt as if he were getting smaller and smaller in the middle of this crowd despite not being a short person at all. Not like some of these other people and their children and their families. He wasn’t tiny like that, but he sure felt like it.
Feet hurried it up from him and carried him closer to the food court area of the fest since that had been where he told Micky he would meet her, however, his eyes went up and down from the text, wanting to get back to her and even tell her why he was late—and that it wasn’t because he was talking to someone else or anything—not that he would say he was having embarrassing hormonal issues. When he looked up in one of his million times of looking up just to see where he was going, he spotted the reporter at the entrance of the food area. The wench wasn’t hard to come by and he was somehow so relieved to see her. It left him feeling just a little bit less alone and lost in this giant crowd of… this giant crowd.

Quickly he made his way towards the brunette with purpose and nervousness shown through his bowed head and averted eyes. ”I’m so sorry it took me this long. I mean—I said I left and I did—I just had a few problems. Like—like you said you were—and I didn’t stay because she was there and I didn’t know what to do and he was there and if he saw he would have kicked my a**, I know it. So I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t talk to her even if I wanted to.” It all came flooding out of his mouth like word vomit. Quickly and with little air breaks in it if any at all really did exist. ”You should have seen her, Michelle. She was so pretty and—and I dunno..my stomach—and I wanted to stop this. I was having second thoughts. Do you ever get those second thoughts? It’s why I had to leave—what if I said something to her? What if she knows who I am? Not who I am, but what I am? What if she knows Micky?! I didn’t even talk to her for a minute but she knows I wear a camera! God.. what if she thinks I’m a pervert along with a loser? What if she knows I like her? What if she says something else about me, Michelle? What if she does that?” The words still continued out like a never stopping waterfall and who knew when it would end. The only thing that mattered right now, at least to Craig, was that he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking and continuing on. He couldn’t stop the words coming out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing onto Michelle’s upper arms in desperation as he pleaded for answers praying to some form of merciful deity that Madeleine wouldn’t get the wrong impression. The whole thing about revenge once again, escaping his system.

The Cameraman gasped for air as he dropped his head with more depression. Yeah… what he really needed now was for the love of his life to think he was a perv—no… NO! He needed to make that the ex-love of his life. His ex-princess. His… he shouldn’t have been able to have an ex before he ever had a girlfriend… A shutter ran through the geek’s spine at first as he sighed through his mouth stressfully. ”I-I’m sorry I’m not too good at these things Michelle. I jus—I’m not used to it… and I’m sorry I’m not very c-confident or anything… but.. I have some good news if it makes up… for anything before.. you change your mind or anything..” His voice started to get lower and lower as the longer he spoke this time around, obviously an indicate of him losing whatever steam he had in his system just moments ago and falling more into just embarrassment. ”While—before Maddie showed up… I got talking to that Trenton kid and… he wanted my number.. a-and so I gave it to him. I-I thought… it was my perfect chance… to get behind enemy lines…” He peeked up at her momentarily. "What do you think..?” Craig looked back down at the dirty-grass of the fairgrounds from the numerous pairs of feet that war the green, green grass down.

If nothing else, he hoped this made up for his stupid move… and those thoughts that were just holding him back.. those thoughts that had found their way out to tell her he thought of quitting. She could probably easily access by the way he was acting, it wasn’t the first time he worried about backing down on this which just made one more thing that he needed her help on and this was just about as important as the whole scheme to actually pin Maddie in pain. God that sounded horrible… should he be worried about going to Hell for what he was doing? Should he be worried about… karma? It hasn’t been nice to him yet… so.. he wasn’t sure… what to think about wanting to see her in pain and yet… not. Somewhere, deep inside, he’d actually rather see her boyfriend, Theo in pain. He’d actually felt this odd excitement the moment he heard Theodore was in the hospital. Jocks with Maddeleines deserved it to make room for the more deserving of guys—should he have felt bad for these thoughts? Was he… gonna go to Hell over this? He didn’t know… He really didn’t.. but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see Theo in pain almost 24/7.

xxxxThe camera cannot lie, but it can be an accessory to untruth.xxxx

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[mokiepuppymaster]

7H3 7iiMiiD, Miss Donaatello
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Now where to place the letter? Kaelin furrowed her brows in frustration, unknowingst to her. With quite confidence in her stride, she moved over towards the door, the letter in hand, not caring about the blood that was seeping onto the cheap paper that was used for the advertisement. Her other hand grasped the doorknob, pain, at the moment was the least of Orion's worries, more so, he was more interested in getting to kyle. He was nearby, everything within him burned; that mark, the very mark he carved into the other, he could sense it. Back then, on the ship when he had captured his 'assistant' after he tried double-crossing and selling him out to the detectives, he made sure the boy would never be able to forget him. And when he sees Kyle, he'd make sure that he definitely would forever be within the other boy's mind. "Think of me," Kaelin lightly smirked, though stopped when she heard the faint sounds of voices on the other side of the door. Her eyes darted around before settling on the lock. Perhaps it should be locked, then what? Her eyes scanned towards up towards the ceiling. A venting system of some sort was what he was looking for? Though the one he saw was too small, nothing that he could bring himself to climb up through.

His new height was nothing to admire, it wasn't nearly as tall as his actual body had been, and yet it was too big to fit through that hole. And he couldn't make one of his own. His frustration brought him to force the girl to curse under her breath. Because this hadn't been his body, he didn't even have his weapons to call after. No matter what, this girl wouldn't do. His eyes trailed once more towards the note that he had in hand, somehow he had to get this to his puppet. But how? Just as he figured the cellphone would be appropriate to give away as well. So he went ahead and drew out the phone and wrapped it up in the piece of paper that he marked his message in, then he trailed his attention about the small bathroom as he wondered where to hide it. Where could he hide it? His eyes scanned over to the trashcan that the papertowels as well as a bits of toilet paper, most likely used to dab makeup, and various other things that for some reason were disposed of in the bathroom. No, it wasn't a good place to put his message or the phone, there was a chance it would pile up too high...and then what?

Frustration was an understatement.

What could he really do with this body? And then that's when a sharp pain went through his chest, nothing was there, but he knew his hold on this body was weakening far quicker than he had anticipated. The pain was strong that he stumbled and held tightly to his chest, palming his heart. "Dammit," he gasped; he needed a body that would at least last him. There was no denying it. Still he had this letter to deliver. He needed a way to contact Kyle without playing this game of chance. When he sees the shadow of The Caretaker's Apprentice, he was going to have to say a number of things to her. After all, she was in the position where she would probably know where they placed the Gamer's belongings. She probably knew how to get them back. And who did he blame for making all of this so difficult for him? Piran of course. If they just went ahead and arrested Miss Palmer back when the evidence pointed towards her, then this wouldn't have been nearly as difficult, now would it? He slipped the phone into one of the little tiny trashcan bins beside one of the toilets set aside for 'feminine' products. He'd come back for the phone later. At least when the pain wasn't throbbing like this.

Then that's when it was so sharp that he stumbled out of the stall, and started thrashing himself about. Yes, he knew this meant he hadn't replied to Hayden's text messages, but what difference did that make. He wasn't hear to uphold Kaelin's friendships. Now was he? And then that's when everything went blank for him, momentarily as he sucked once more back into the mirror. His hand tightened into a fist as he sent a punch into the glass. The mirror of the bathroom cracked, but only due to the force he applied on the inside of it. He needed another body...

Kaelin looked around, quite terrified of what was going on. Nothing was making sense, at least her thoughts couldn't comprehend what had happened to her or what she had been doing. And the sight of her hand, and the fact that it was bleeding. Perhaps it was as a whole too much for her to grasp at once and she fainted.

[midgetminion]

Mιcɧєℓℓє Sαbяιɳα Lαsкץxxx

Nothing travels faster than light...

...with the possible exception of bad news...

...which follows its own rules.

A rather bored sigh left the lips of Michelle Lasky as she waited for Craig to make his appearance. Honestly, he wanted to move around, talk to people, do something, but she told herself that she would stay put so she wouldn't accidentally miss the cameraman. After all, she had a few hours for play time, now the reporter was ready to be serious. Of course the fact that she wanted to write a Halloween article to place on her blog and hopefully sale for some cash was still lingering in her mind. This season was typically a goldmine for freakish behavior and accidents. You know, those so called harmless pranks that would go wrong and catch something on fire, or those crazy people who decided to be a nudist for their costume. Those Halloween scandals that everyone hears about. Well, she was determined to witness one first hand. And even though Craig was a phenomenal photographer, she had his recording and editing skills more in mind when she first teamed up with him. The reporter wasn't even sure if he brought his video camera. Yes, she had reminded him hours before the festival, but she technically had left out the video part, and asked him to bring a camera in general. Either way, she figured that if he hadn't brought it tonight, then she would definitely have to make sure to tell him to bring it along with him tomorrow and the rest of the festival days.

She was especially looking forward to capturing some footage on Halloween night, since she knew that the peak of the freaks was bound to happen then. It would be great practice for her being a news anchor, then, even if her appointment with the news station continued to get pushed back, she could post it on Youtube and surely get some great hits. After all, everybody knows that the videos with the highest viewing number typically were of negative occurrences. Natural disasters like tornadoes, forest fires and people getting struck by lightening; things like explosions or violent fights, someone getting shot; dogs chewing off the bumper of a police car or animal attacks in general. People ate up seeing others misfortunes, and capturing that was exactly how this reporter planned on making her fortune. All she needed to do was make sure she was in the right place at the right time, which meant before any police or detective could get there first. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to predict that with the increase of suicides and stupid behavior that it would carry on through the festival. Michelle knew that the authorities were surely lurking around, since they probably were just as aware of what could happen over the next four days as she was.

'As long as Craig gets his happy ending, I should get mine,' she figured to herself as she twirled a strand of her curly, dirty blond hair between her index finger and thumb. Besides, he would have no reason to decline helping her if she went through trouble to make sure that the Clueless was sorry for ever ignoring him. It was a little juvenile, but Michelle figured the task shouldn't be too hard to complete. Besides, digging up dirt and ruining reputations and lives were what Micky did best. That was one of the reasons why she figured being a reporter would have been easier than it had been for her. “If I could just just that news anchor job, then everything would be easier,” she mumbled to herself as her hand lazily dropped back down to her side. The twenty year-old just didn't understand why she wasn't being taken seriously done there. It was like they were continually pushing back her interview date to purposely make her angry. Of course she couldn't prove this, but it was what she honestly felt. 'If only there was a way to get past all of the security and that secretary...' Just as the thought crossed her mind, she remembered looking up that the CEO of the company she wanted to work for had a daughter. A daughter that she could possibly get to be on her side. 'I'll become her BFF, then casually bring up the job, she'll introduce me to her daddy, and all will be good.' It seemed like a great idea in her opinion, which would explain the toothy smile that was plastered on her face.

Speaking of CEOs, a different one walked by. Michelle only recognized Nathanael Belmont because she took it upon herself to be familiar with the powerful companies of the city and their owners. After all, you never knew when they would do something scandalous behind the scenes that needed to be publicized for her own gain. So far, she didn't have much on the male, other than the fact that he was quite handsome and young for how successful he was. A bachelor, but apparently had a feud going on with Caves Corp. It didn't surprise her that he had a date either, some pretty brunette. Michelle didn't even realize that she had scoffed at this, but it was probably because it was what she typically did when she saw girls who got to be arm candy to attractive men. A jealousy type of thing, even if she didn't want the guy in the first place. Oh well, they were gone know, while she was still standing around- waiting. Leaning back on the heels of her boots, she decided to hum to herself to pass the time. The first song that popped into her mind happened to be an Adam Lambert song- For Your Entertainment. The entire song was playing in her head, which is why she it made sense to her when she started bobbing her head from side to side as the music played in her mind. The blonde even started lightly singing along to a few lines. “Oh! I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. Ya thought an angel swept you off your feet- well, I'm about to turn up the heat. I'm here for your entah- heeeey, Craigie,”

Michelle stopped herself from singing any longer when she saw the other move up to her and bow his head. Furrowing her brows, she didn't know what was up with that, but figured that he was just adding to his apology for making her wait so long. Red lips parted to accept the apology and brush it off, however she couldn't get a single word in due to the rambling of the other. Her eyes widened when he mentioned that he could have been beaten up, but then when he was going on and on about how pretty Madeleine looked, Michelle shook her head in disappointment. He was having seconds thoughts, which were never good. Did she need to remind him of the embarrassment that the girl had put him through back in highschool? The twenty year-old was about to, however before she had a chance, he had grabbed her arms and was continuing on. Oh boy, he was going into pathetic mode- which was a little awkward, especially due to the fact that they were in public. Anyone and their mom could see them right now, and the last thing you want people to think is that you're winy. Sighing, she waited till he was finished speaking so she could finally get in her opinion.

“First of all, you need to get a hold of yourself- you're not just some camera wielding, perverted loser!” she began, keeping her voice low so no one else would be tempted to listen on. “I might've given you a make-over, but you still need a trunk load of confidence, so repeat after me,” she moved her hands on the sides of his arms and stared straight at him while she finished her sentence, “I...am a sexy man. Madeleine had her chance, but she blew it. I don't need her, and it's not like she's the prettiest girl in the world either..” She was hoping that he would repeated, which is why she had waited a moment, yet then it really hit her about the Trent thing. “But that's awesome about the Trent thing- now you can find out more four-one-one without him being suspicious about it.” A squeal left her lips as she couldn't help clap her hands together prior to given Craig a hug. “Look at you being all underhanded. You're learning quickly!” Pulling back from him, the girl pulled her cell phone out from little pocket on her dress, still talking, “I've been texting to Theo, so sometime tonight I should be able to put that little thing in action, and maybe you could use your new connections to Trenton to ease into the in-crowd, so after Maddie gets heart broken by finding out how he's a dog, you slip in there- and she falls for you in rebound mode- and you crush her like she crushed you.” Micky had emphasized crush by clapping her hands together as a manipulative spark was in her eye. “And that's only the start of it.” An evil little giggle slipped past her lips at the thought of all of this, since it completely was taking her back to her highschool days...then again, no one ever said that Michelle wasn't a mean girl in her own right.

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((DRESSED AS A:: PIRATE WENCH))

[Twankiie]

When I see ⋙ your smile
Tears roll down my ⋙ face I can't replace
And now that I'm ⋙ strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold ⋙ and it breaks through my soul

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Dressed as; Doctor Frank-N-Furter

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Dark eyes couldn’t help but concentrate on the woman who had become exceedingly quiet after his question. Did she not want to give an answer to her job type? He wondered why. He wondered… what exactly did she do and why she would tell the last person who called that she couldn’t come in when just a moment ago she said she would… or might run off if a client calls. She made it sound like painting, but… who hires a painter at ten thirty at night? It just seemed odd to Piran. He’d never hire a painter this late—unless he was maybe depressed…. But then… Piran had also clearly been able to hear the male on the other end of the phone due to the fact he started yelling and I need you along with increasing numbers… didn’t seem like a painter either. The numbers just made him think of an auction, but he could figure it was bribing for it being so late and she already said no. He just… didn’t know and it made him slightly suspicious. He couldn’t help with the type of things that were going on all the time. Oooh! Maybe she was a dealer. She was so pretty though… but that never stopped people.
When his phone alarmed him with a shake, Pai smiled. Finally! His partner—he hoped—actually, he really did hope it wasn’t a chain letter from someone who was on his list and more so… he hoped it wasn’t someone from his family right now. Everything… he didn’t know how… but everything got so messed up with them and right now it all just felt awkward… When his hand pulled the item out of his pocket, he was more than excited to see it was his partner finally getting back to him. He opened a new message to reply to him.

I’ll find you inside the gate.
Unless you wanna play a
game of ‘where’s Waldo’
IE I’m not dressed as Waldo.
xxPai

Pale fingers made the message and then sent it off into cyberspace. It surprised Piran sometimes just how often he used this as a means of communication for partners and friends and… quite often, in cases as well. Even though a call could be made quicker—it doesn’t always get through the same way a text does. It… surprised him how much he thought about the voices he didn’t hear when he texted and makes him think sometimes that he should have used a call instead of a message.
His eyes trailed over to the brunette he stood with. That yelling was a good reason why he didn’t use calls like texts… there could be more spill and his calls, despite how immature he was at times, he realized he knew a lot of confidential information that he didn’t want getting spread around… and sometimes… there was even that failure that he never wanted to hear. That taunt that comes after failing always boiled his blood. In the middle of his thoughts, his phone started to ring again in his hand and that pulled Piran out of his near trans-like state that muffled the crowds around him. When he pulled it up, it wasn’t a reply from his partner, but one from an unknown number for the second time this evening. As Piran started to read down it, he could feel his heart pulsing harder and harder. He wasn’t sure if it were excitement or fear, but something within him was getting toggled at. Eyes widened and pulled away from the text as if in disbelief when he was made the offer to kill someone in exchange for this person to sparing another one. Suddenly the gun attached to Piran’s thigh seemed much more noticeable. Suddenly… he could feel it with every pulse that went through his body. ’Do it. Urged in his head. A small pant started to be what rose the detectives chest every time it fell. ”I need to go. It was nice meeting you, Izzy.” He said friendly, but with an obvious look added to his features that showed just a little bit of thoughtful worry.

As he walked away, he could feel the strong pulse within his chest once more go all the way through his body and once again, highlight the solid object that clung to his leg thanks to the holster he was wearing. Kill somebody..? Piran attempted to chuckle, but it easily broke into a couple of pieces. ”He’s… not serious. There’s only one person I’d be worried if he said that and… we got that cleaned up..” Piran said to himself. ”This is just a copycat… someone new.” He told himself. He shouldn’t be so afraid of the threat. Just take it seriously, but don’t let it scare you, he told himself. For some reason, he couldn’t just leave it at that. For some reason, it just made his heart pound harder and the thoughts were racing through his head on what he would do. His hand was drawn to slid down his right thigh while pressing against his green doctor’s gown until he hit the hard shape that was the top of his gun and swallowed.

His eyes felt slightly glazed over has he looked around him at the crowd in an attempt to clear his mind to come up with the best choice for now. If two people died tonight, it would be his fault, but if he killed someone, then that would be two anyways and the only way to save someone was to kill himself, or that was the deal. Piran might have been good at his job. He might have become more experienced through his various cases, but he was hardly the best and he was hardly ready for solo work. He depended on his partner more and less than people though. Eyes surprisedly fell on the back of the Sherlock Holmes he saw not too long ago. Near the haunted house too he was. The green eyes flickered. ’I need you.’ Echoed in Piran’s had before his finger started to wrap around an edge of his cloth-covered gun. ’I can’t do this by myself.’ Followed as another finger wrapped around the shape of his gun beneath his clothing. How pathetic… Sherlock was here without his Watson and looked as if he was doing just fine. Piran on the other hand… felt as though he couldn’t operate right… all on his own. He needed—what he really needed was--
Eyes were torn away with the sound that came from his phone in the opposite hand of the detective. His right hand ripped away from the gun around his thigh while his right tightened around his phone the moment it rang.
His right hand moved to grab his pounding chest while his phone came up with a bit of fear that someone had already gotten into trouble, but at the same time… the game was just beginning and he couldn’t help but… be excited. Kill himself… Piran couldn’t even think of doing that because then… then he wouldn’t get to play this game.

Piran didn’t wait to open the message due to what’s already happened and knowing that it’s not the time to waste time. It was once again, from his partner, this time announcing that he was here. Slight relief washed over Piran, but not one all that noticeable. He opened a new message to reply back to Viv once more to hopefully get to him sooner.

I’m by the haunted house.
I’m wearing a green doctor’s gown
and my hairs a lil curled.
Come find me quickly.
xxPai

He made the message and sent it off anxiously. His hand dropped with the phone, but he wasn’t gonna put it away. He wanted to get to it quickly for any updates. He never wanted his partner to be late again if it was just gonna put them at a disadvantage, but then that also told Pai that he was gonna have to show this threat up and beat him to the punchline. He was gonna have to make it so no one died just for the sake of this threat or… option would be more appropriate. And then… another text came in. Piran felt like the popular guy this evening, but he couldn’t make up his mind whether it was good or bad popularity. His conscience was the only thing that rooted for bad. Again; this message was the unknown number which Piran was now marking every message that came in from unknown number was probably going to be from people like this. ”Scheiß. He said softly to himself. ”He’s already found someone.” He added as his eyes strayed from the text. He already had two someone’s. ”You better not touch them.” Piran warned underneath his breath. His shoulders rose up a bit like a cat who gone into defense at a bad scented person. He didn’t like feeling like he was trapped—he didn’t like feeling like he was so far behind or that he was gonna lose.

The detective broke through his own gritted teeth. ”Hurry Vivi! We can't miss this!” He shouted as loud as he could into the air, with motivation, desperation, and need that through him, sounded like the impatience to play.. because that was also what it was. He needed to get this started. He needed to get himself stepped up ahead of this person and he needed to find out who this person was targeting—who knew if his targets were even here, but Piran would almost put his life on that they were here. Everything had been happening at schools thus far and I made sense being at a school right now. It also meant a big show for everyone which meant public embarrassment sooner rather than later if he lost this round and again… he felt his gun nearly pleading him for misuse. His fingers crawled down his thigh to lay on top of it… but only for the moment.

◇xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Playful

I will never ⋙ let you fall
I'll stand up ⋙ with you forever
I'll be there for ⋙ you through it all
Even if saving you ⋙ sends me to heaven

[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Mr.«« James Eric Parkerson
{The Serious}

Everything's so blurry; and everyone's so fake
and everybody's empty; and everything is so messed up
pre-occupied without you; I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you; I stumble then I crawl
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You could be my someone: you could be my scene
you know that i'll protect you : from all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doing : imagine where you are
there's oceans in between us : but that's not very far

««»»

TMaybe she wasn't about to go in? He wasn't sure. Then again the way she had been standing before he had walked over to her gave away signs of hesitance he supposed. Maybe she was uneasy about it? Maybe that explained the hesitance towards answering? Or perhaps he had just asked the wrong thing? Once more, over analyzing. It was annoying. For once he figured he just needed to learn how to enjoy himself like any other person. There were multiple people at this festival, why couldn't he just be like them? Though his eyes then caught sight of the Farris Wheel that poked up above a number of the tents and booths. It was a bit comial to him. Like it were a joke that only he had picked up on. If he suggested it he wondered if she'd find the joke as well? "Or are you just waiting for someone?" Instantly his thoughts went to Miss Palmer, after all, she and Miss Farris were best friends. Miss Palmer's funeral was probably one of the few that Jim hadn't attended. Perhaps it was his own resentment towards losing his job? Perhaps deep down inside he blamed her? Still, there was a possibility that she had plenty of friends here. "Since i figured you didn't come alone," he added. It seemed some habits were hard to drop. Weren't they?

Then at that moment he recieved a text message, he felt the vibration; since he knew that there was no way he'd hear the chime over the multiple sounds that filled the grounds. The screams, the cheers, the laughter, the music as well as the pops of the fireworks in the air; and much more. Fun...why wasn't he a fun person? Regardless he drew out his cellphone and looked at the screen, it was from K. Vector. Right, he had considered the male his friend, aquaintance if anything. After all, he remembered getting drinks with him back before he lost his job. Reading the text brought him to feel this sense of emptiness. It was a relief that things had been going well for his friend. Of course that was good. Though he furrowed his brows towards the weird emails portion. Not forgotton? Well, chances were it wasn't much of anything. He was proud of his friend for pretty much getting promoted to more of the undercover stuff. So he replied:

I've been here and there.
No job really compared. About
emails, maybe it's an old girl
friend? Cheat on anyone in the
past? I doubt it's anything
serious. And congrats on the new
job. Whatever you do, don't sleep
with the suspect. It complicates
things. Did you go to the festival?
I'm drafted as Sherlock Holmes
-Parkerson

When he submitted the text he found himself feeling a sense of nostalia. It was...practically depressing. Though that's when saw that there were actually two text messages instead of just one. The second one was a bit more alarming to the detective. It was a picture of the the glass beginning to crack and the message. It was the same alarming message that he had read on the mirrors back at the building. 'Think about it, think of me, and you've already lost the game' It was just Jim; this entire time he thought it was just him. Swiftly he shook his head, he wouldn't get involved in it. Even when the male's text message had mentioned it had just appeared, there was no way Jim was getting sucked into that. Besides it wasn't his job. Was it stubborness or skeptism? He wasn't sure. But he replied:

About the pic,
I'm not sure. Are
you sure it wasn't
just a prank?
-Parkerson

Perhaps he didn't kneed to be formal with the way he tagged his name. His last name, he figured he could've at least placed 'Jim' or something. Still he looked towards Farris, tempted to ask her if the same thing had happened to her. After all, the three of them were technically survivors of the terrible events that had happened on the ship. What if it was some sort of omen of your death approaching. Recently Rebecca Palmer had been killed. From the way the media worded it, you'd think that Charlotte Farris might've had something to do with it, but Jim wasn't so sure. After all, Kelly and Bishop had died as well. It didn't matter, he simply kept reminding himself of that. The killer died and Carson was locked up, there was no way the two were connected. Even Miss Palmer was dead, meaning logic once more ruled over the 'paranormal'. Everything that had been happening, had an explanation behind it. He didn't see why he should waste his time with figuring it out. So he repocketed his phone and offered an apologetic smile to her. Texting while in a conversation, someone had once told him he needed to not do that. It wasn't like not looking at a text was going to get someone killed. He didn't have the pressure...

"Where were w-," before he could ask the question, a blonde suddenly pulled this dark haired girl wearing a queen of hearts costume into the haunted house. The way the other girl had looked over at Charlotte brought him to wonder if they knew each other. Once the two girls were inside and out of view, Jim couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you...know them?" Actually the question wasn't too important, so he decided to just change the subject and glanced once more towards the direction of the multiple booths and other attractions. Then his phone vibrated once more. He tugged it out at first suspecting it to be Ken, but instead it was his little sister, this time asking if he actually came, and how she wanted to see him. His face gave away signs of annoyance and a hint of embarrassment, just because she had added that she bet he looked adorable in the costume. Adorable? Do people really call their older brothers adorable. He thumbed in a response that he technically was by the haunted house, but was thinking about going in it later or so. Right after the text was sent, he noticed another set of people leaving the haunted house.


Though he kept having that awkward feeling that he was being watched. He glanced back and simply noticed people. His eyes hadn't locked onto anyone in particular. Well, until 'the doctor' shouted that they couldn't miss this. Jim blinked a few times, the voice, it reminded him so much of Piran's. Honestly it had been a while since he had even heard the male, but it was just something you couldn't forget. He offered a glance towards Farris; he wasn't going to tell her to come along, but if she wanted to, she was welcome to follow. And he moved over to the nurse, who as he got closer, started feeling a tad uneasy. Just because of the costume choice. Remember when I mentioned that Jimmy wasn't the type that could place costumes, well, at this moment he had no idea who Piran was supposed to be. "Pai?" If it wasn't him. Oh, god, he'd be embarrassed, and if it was, then...well, he'd be even more. "I suppose your girlfriend...stood you up?" Jim needed to be shot for even suggesting that Piran had a girlfriend, at least that's how he felt after the words came out of his mouth. It's just the nickname, Vivi, seemed feminine in his opinion. Though, judging by Piran's costume, he just wasn't sure...then again, everyone was getting ready for Halloween. There was no telling, what some people would wear. Personally, Jim planned on being Sherlock Holmes through the entire event.

Dressed as: Sherlock Holmes

{{OoC}}

««»»

Everyone is changing; there's no-one left that's real
to make up your own ending; and let me know just how you feel
'cause I am lost without you; I cannot live at all
my whole world surrounds you; I stumble then I crawl
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Nobody told me what you thought : nobody told me what to say
everyone showed you where to turn : told you when to runaway
nobody told you where to hide : nobody told you what to say
everyone showed you where to turn : showed you when to runaway


There's○Oceans○In»» BETWEEN «« Us○But○That's○Not○Very○Far

[xAscoldrainfalls]

Aitana was always down for sneaking Lyude and Kyle out, but she always had to make sure that she kew where they were. Well, She really didn't have to worry about Lyude for the simple fact that he always stuck around, but Kyle tended to go off on his own sometimes. The super freaky breaking of the mirrors, well that didn't do a lot of good for her own sanity. She didn't know how it happened or anything. She was by herself. Whatever. She shouldn't worry about it. She was taking Kyle and Lyude for a night out. They were all going to have a great time. She didn't know if they had ever gone to one of the Halloween festivals or not, but she assumed that they hadn't, at least definitely not Lyude. She knew more about Lyude than she did about Kyle. Even if Aitana was only able to talk to Lyude through Brutus, she knew more about him than she did the dark haired male. That was partially the reason that she gave Lyude anything that he wanted. He was one of her best friends, why not? Yeah, Aitana/Robin didn't get out much. Woh, not talking about Robin here. This is all about Aitana. Well, After her mirror freak out and she finished up her redefined Captain Hook-female version-Made by Lyude, She was more than ready for the night. She was going to have some amazing fun with her friends. There was no doubt about that in her mind.

They had been at the festival for a little bit, Aitana started by taking them around to all the different games. They mainly focused on the games. Aitana knew that Lyude liked to collect stuffed animals and the arcade games were perfect for that. Kyle seemed to be distant, not really caring about what they did. Lyude though, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Which was a good thing. Aitana was like a kid in the sense that she liked to have fun. Where as ROBIN was lacking that sense, Aitana made up for it completely. Just Aitana was the better side. She was more blunt, funny, liked to have fun and just.. better. Aitana wasn't afraid to do things... Sometimes she took things a little too far, but she always found a way to bring herself back. She especially had to for Lyude. She would normally forget that he was just a kid, but when she did, she always had to do her best to calm herself. Tonight though, should be different. Well, different in the sense that they were actually out in public and they were playing nicely. Aitana hadn't gotten out of whack yet. Right now they were just playing the games. There wasn't much that Aitana was going to miss, she wanted Lyude to have as much fun as humanly possible. He only got out when she took him out and this festival was only once a year, why not go all out?

The personality and the marionette had both played the Whack-A-Ghost and won! It didn't surprise Aitana though. She was a beast at those kind of games. She loved games. She always had, but as she got older, she wouldn't play them anymore for the fact that she felt the need to grow up. Aitana on the other hand, not so much. As the two of them won the game, Aitana turned and asked Lyude if he wanted another stuffed animal. Yeah, she thought that stuffed animals were a bit childish, but she didn't give a crap Lyude enjoyed having them, therefore she was going to win them as often as possible. When Lyude said that he wanted another one, she let him pick and was ready to beat someone's a** to get that stuffed animal for him. Why would she do something like that? Well Lyude was smiling. She thought him smiling was one of the cutest things she had ever seen in her life. He was such a sweet boy and the fact that he was in the koo-koos nest was beyond her. Sure, he was strange, but the world needed a variety. They shouldn't have been all cooped up in a building that helps to make you go even more insane. She had to admit, she just adored Lyude. What it was about him, just attracted her to him. NO not in the romantic way, but in the friendship way. Lyude was one of her most cherished friends.

After getting Lyude's prize Aitana looked around "Time for another gameee~" Sure, she was enjoying herself. Something that Robin NEVER really seemed to do. Just as they were about to make their way to a new game, someone approached them. It took Aitana by surprise, but she let it pass. He looked familiar, but she couldn't pin a name or anything to this male. When he spoke about having a challenged sister named Robin, Aitana couldn't help but to put her hand on her hip and look like she was about to say something really bad to the other male "Who the hell do yo-" She stopped and turned to the person who sounded like they were in a drunken stupor. Seeing Cya made her laugh though, especially when he complimented how she looked. When he asked who the f*****t was and the kid, she shrugged "I dunno, this peckerhead showed up out of no where and tried to start s**t." She said and then to answer his other question she grinned brightly and hugged Lyude showing that he wasn't just a 'kid', but her friend "And this is Lyude!" She told him, excitedly. She loved showing off her friends, and then she let go of the smaller male and then went to go and introduce Kyle, but to her dismay, he was gone. She got an annoyed look covering her face, but wiped it away hopefully before anyone saw it.

When Cya asked if she was baby sitting, she chuckled and shook her head "nope, just hanging out with a friend of mine" She said and then looked back to see that the writer was still there, then she remembered that she was yelling at him and what she said next just kind of slipped out "Like I was saying... Who the hell are you to make an assumption like that?! I don't ask you questions if you have a challenged sister when it comes to hand-eye coordination! ... but to answer your question NO I DON'T have a sister named Robin who's challenged when it comes to hand-eye coordination!" Whether or not he had a sister that wasn't really coordinated, that wasn't the point. She just wanted him to leave. He distracted her from Lyude and Kyle and Kyle had gone away. It wasn't really going to be difficult to find him though... it was a guy... dressed in a tinkerbell outfit... how difficult was that going to be? She looked back at Lyude and then at Cya, it was easy to tell that he was drunk, so she wasn't going to really talk to him. It was going to be pretty pointless. She turned back to Lyude who was virtually standing behind her (how he got there, she would never know) "How about we go play another game or two and then go and try and find Kyle?" she may not have been super responsible, but she knew that she snuck them out of the institute, so she's gotta sneak them back in. If she came back with one and not the other, well that would cause LOTS of problems.


aitana's costume, with a few alterations by lyude

[Unique Romance]

[✖✖]Ryder Jean Fornell[✖✖]

xxxxR y d e r awoke to the most annoying sound in the universe... the beep, beep, beep of an alarm clock. She reached over, hitting the snooze button, which turned it off she looked at the time, 5:30am. Throwing off the comforter grumbling under her breath slightly as she stumbled out of bed grumbling again but angrily. Ryder was not a morning person. Standing at the side of her bed she raised her arms into the air and stretched arching her back until it hurt. Releasing the tension she sighed out a loud Uhh as her muscles bounced back, paining her for a split second. After a delayed yawn the woman walked over to the bathroom which was located across the hall, the moment her bare feet touched the freezing cold tile and she shivered Oh my god that's cold! She lived alone, minus her Rottweiler, so she didn't have to worry about taking someone else's shower time or anything or using up all the hot water either. Once showered she dried her body and twisted her hair into a towel; She would have done her make-up first but the mirror was all fogged up from the steam. She sighed and opened the door, with the towel wrapped tightly around her she skipped into her room and closed the door and picked out some clothes to wear. She chose her favorite skirt that came down to her knees and then a really cute black blouse with tiny pink polka dots to match her black skirt. Ryder threw the clothing on her bed then sat down after putting her under garments on and put her nylons on.

xxxxA f t e r getting half her clothes on she pulled on her skirt; next she pulled her shirt over her arms and pulled it to the right length and began doing up the buttons. By the time she was complete with dressing herself she it was 6:30pm... she never knew how slow she was until now. Racing into the bathroom she immediately began applying her make up, not to quickly that it looked like crap but quick enough that it still looked good but didn't take as much time as it should. Next she bent over taking the towel from her hair and threw it in the corner into the basket, she brushed her hair, making sure there was no knots. Ryder then made her way back into her room and sat on her bed after grabbing her phone. Unplugging it from its charger and she opened it to turn it on, seeing if she had any text messages or any missed phone calls. Ryder gazed at her phone, seeing the time was now 6:50am. Gasping she through her phone into her purse, or so she thought... as she ran from her room and grabbing her purse it feel out onto the floor.

xxxxT h e r e was no time to run back and get it, she needed to be at work and working in ten minutes. How could she let herself get so easily distracted. Jumping into her old green Tiburon she sped off to work, hopefully she'd make it on time. She was only a minute late... not bad! Getting into her office there was already a pile of work waiting on her desk to be done. Rolling her eyes she grumbled slightly and sat in her desk, booted up her computer and checked her messages. Once her computer was ready she checked her date timer and worked her way to beginning the paper work. Time went by slowly, as it usually did when people worked. The day came and gone and four a clock finally came along and she was free. Of course she finished all the paper work left for her, and more. Ryder was a bit of an over achiever if you will. The day seemed to go faster once she got into the work. Walking back out to her green hunk of metal she reached in her purse for her phone... nothing. "What the..." then the whole scene replayed in her head, it totally fell out of her purse when she ran from her room! Grumbling slightly she sighed and drove straight home instead of to the gym like she usually did. Cell phones... can't live without them, geez what is the world coming too?

xxxxA r r i v i n g at the her apartment complex she decided to take the ten fleets of stairs to make it to the fifth floor. As she walked through the hall to her apartment she dug through her purse to find her keys. The blonde found them upon stepping in front of her door, unlocking it then walked in. Of course her room was the first place she went, she had this odd feeling there were text messages waiting for her. The second she stepped into her room she seen her razor phone on the floor, grunting she laughed at herself jeeez. Walking over to the plastic piece of technology she bent over picking it up then sat down on the bed and opened the contraption up. Two text messages, this slightly surprised her... especially who texted her. The first text she received was from Jim, The Serious, peculiar. The second was from a wrong number, what a way to get some ones hopes up. Opening the text she read it cocking an eyebrow, Why would Jim care if I'm going to the festival?" she thought to herself. The blonde thumbed up a reply but threw her phone down on the bed before realizing it hadn't sent and went to her outbox anyways.

xxxxT h e decision made was that she was going to go to the festival, but she would have to dress up. What the heck could she dress up as? Looking at her closet she seen a box on the floor, perhaps there's something in there. Searching through the box she pulled out an old era poof dress along with a masquerade mask. There was even a set of sparkly make up to go with it. Come five fifteen she was completely ready to hit up the festival. Running to her car she drove to the grounds, stretching slightly she looked into her rear view mirror to see make sure she looked perfect and as gorgeous as she did fifteen minutes ago. Just as Ryder was about to step out of her car she noticed an odd redness appear on her windshield. As she watched red lines appeared over the large pane of glass, her jaw dropped as she sat half in/half out of her car. The lines formed letters, which formed words... "Think about it, think of me, and you've already lost the game..." The blonde gasped loudly and leaned forward, tracing her finger over the red blood looking substance on the other side of the glass. Suddenly the entire windshield shook ever so slightly and a loud crack roared through her ears. Screaming in horror she backed away from the windshield so fast she fell from the car. Still screaming she crawled away from the car as fast as she could in crab style. How could such a thing happen? Why!?

xxxxS h a k i n g her head she realized no one was around, what the HELL just happened? Who was writing on her windshield? No one was there! No one was even in the parking lot! And that crack? What the ********!? Ryder sat on the ground holding her arms tightly against her torso as she swayed back and forth she was so scared right now it wasn't even funny. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't even drive her car anymore, or at least legally. Eventually the blonde stood up, she sighed and walked towards the actual festival. Ryder was pretty shaken up from the windshield incident, as she walked she heard her cell phone chime indicating that she had a text. Pulling her phone from the breast's she opened it as she walked reading the name... Jim, again... strange. Pressing 'read text' she smiled followed by pressing 'reply' and she thumbed a message quickly.

To; Jim Parkerson
From; Ryder Fornell
Message; Yeah, I just got here... you will NEVER guess what just happned!

xxxxP r e s s i n g send she sighed, she had just about made it to the gates. Once there she paid her way in and got a wrist band, which enabled her to take any ride any time and as many times you want. Walking in she wondered if there was anyone she knew around. Eventually she met up with some friends and they played around until ten pm, she then realized that she texted Jim, has he messaged back? Taking her phone from her breasts one more she opened it and set up a new text to Jim;

To; Jim Parkerson
From; Ryder Fornell
Message; So are you here? Did you get my first text? My phones been acting out today.

xxxxA g a i n she pressed send and watched to make sure it send this time. It did. It was a great time to have a pee break, departing from her friends she said her good byes and made her way towards the bathroom. As if she had been here, at the festival for four ours and she hadn't seen one person she knows other than work buddies. Maybe she was just having to much fun. Making her way to the bathroom she then seen a person dressed as a Gypsy, a person dressed as a Julius Caesar, and a third person dressed as the Queen of Hearts. Walking closer "Hey, you guys okay?" she asked not lowering her mask from her face. She knew who they all were, did they know who she was? The atmosphere seemed to be tense, off, maybe they experienced what she had four hours ago? Ryder's mind wandered back to Jim, how come he was texting her so much lately? Was he going to text back soon? The blonde hoped so.

[✖✖]Ⓣⓗⓔ Ⓟⓡⓞⓣⓔⓢⓣⓔⓡ ☠[✖✖]

EDITED!!!

[[ OOC; Omg I hope this is okay... I kinda needed to make sure everything I missed was added into my introduction post. I am sorry if I rushed or if my post is terrible I hadn't the slightest idea what to do. ]]