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

[xAscoldrainfalls]

Introducing Lyude and the peckerhead in that fashion is just how Aitana was. Of course Robin would have never introduced either one of them in that fashion. Aitana acted the way she did with no intention of giving Lyude the feeling that he got. She acted that way because she really meant it, but when she saw that Lyude was smiling, it made her happy. She loved the kid to death. Not in the intimate relationship, but in the family/best friend's relationship. The other guy, she had no damn clue who he was, therefore he didn't get the same introduction as Lyude. Not to mention as soon as he got over to her he was very rude. When she was done with her introductions, she went about what she was previously doing and working on blowing up on the guy who so rudely came up to her and started to be mean about her non-existent sister that was challenged when it came to coordination. Aitana had no real concept of Robin. Sure, they shared the same mind, but Aitana didn't really know what Robin did (except treat Lyude and Kyle like a piece of s**t) and Robin had almost no real concept of Aitana. She knew that something happened when she blacked out, but she had no understanding that she was a completely different person that was a polar opposite to Robin's normal personality.

Blowing up on Aaron was completely legit. It was very necessary. She said the first things that came to mind. Luckily, they all seemed to just flow and made enough sense. When she was done yelling at the brunette, she had to admit that she felt better. She just got really aggravated when Robin was mentioned. Robin was a little wimpy b***h that couldn't hold her own. Aitana was NOT going to have any type of relations with her in any way shape or form if it was possible. When the writer responded back, calmly, that bothered Aitana. She was ready to get into an argument of some kind... well okay she wouldn't want to do that in front of Lyude, but Aaron just pushed the wrong button relating her to Robin. Him saying that it seemed like she was trying to start something made her roll her eyes. She wasn't necessarily trying to start anything, but get the point across that she wasn't Robin. At least not right now. Him explaining his reasoning, Aitana didn't care. When he said that he must have been mistaken, she couldn't help but to give the 'yeah-ya-think' chuckle with the simple response "clearly" She still couldn't believe that he had the nerve to come up to her and ask her something like that. She was just going to drop it though. She wasn't going to let some peckerhead ruin her night. This was supposed to be fun. It was a festival.

When he finished with Aitana and then turned to Cya, Aitana turned her attention to him as well. She wanted to see what Cya had to say back to the writer. Hearing him defending his sexuality made her chuckle. She had a feeling he didn't even know what his preference really was. Not like she truly cared anyways. When Cya responded saying he didn't give a crap about what he was, Aitana suppressed a giggle. This wasn't her place to say anything or make any certain kind of remarks. She had her fun with bullying the writer. Aitana didn't know Cya that well, but she knew that Robin and him shared an apartment. Sometimes when Robin was blacked out and Aitana was there, she'd see him around in the apartment, but most of the time when she was in Aitana's mindset, she was hanging out with Lyude and Kyle. Cya talking relieved Aitana of the conversation a little. She said to Lyude that they should go look for Kyle. She didn't want to lose him here. They needed to start looking now otherwise it was a slim to none chance that they would find him at all that night. She didn't think that she said it THAT loud. She was just talking to Lyude, even though he really wouldn't talk back. Yeah, she found that kind of odd that he would only speak through a stuffed dog, but she didn't think of Lyude any differently. Plus, it gave him character.

It was then that the writer seemed to hear something that he probably shouldn't have heard. He started hammering them with questions. There he went again, accusing her of knowing Robin. Aitana REALLY didn't like that he was pointing that finger at her. Oh god how she ******** hated that. She slapped his hand with the accusing finger away "Look here peckerhead-" But then she was cut off because he let out another few questions. Aitana was getting pissed. She wasn't going to admit it because technically she didn't know Robin, she WAS Robin, but that was something she wouldn't ever want to admit. She was just really pissed off right now "You know, you going around accusing people of s**t is really starting to get annoying. For the second time I DON'T know Robin and I'd really appreciate it if you took your leave now. Then out of no where, Cya was talking again. Aitana looked from the writer up to the mooch's face. She didn't notice right away that Cya's arm was around Lyude, but she felt relieved that Cya took over... once again. It wasn't until she looked at Lyude that she saw the other male's arm around his shoulders. Lyude didn't look comfortable at all. He had Brutus shoved so close to his face, she was afraid he was going to have trouble breathing. She just frowned. She felt really bad now. This was all her fault. Well, it may not have been her fault, but she felt it was. She snuck them out of the institution and started an argument with a complete stranger.

It was when a new guy showed up that Aitana grabbed at Lyude's arm to pull him closer to her. She felt bad that he was so tensed up. She pulled him out of Cya's already loosened grasp. When the marionette was as close as he could be to her, she gently patted his back. She wasn't going to say anything more until they were away from everyone. She looked to the new guy that had appeared. He was taller than Cya... Cya seemed like a giant to her. This was slightly intimidating. Not only was he taller than Cya, he had a plethora of tattoos. Aitana/Robin personally didn't have any tattoos. Just two dermal punches on her chest. When Cya and the tatted up male started talking, Aitana thought that it seemed to be a more than perfect time to leave. She really did want to leave. She didn't really care to be in the presence of Cya or the writer or this random a** guy not wearing a shirt. She was kind of curious though when the two males started talking. Aitana had to look up to see their faces, but she was used to something like that. She had to look up when she was standing next to Lyude. She couldn't really make out this guy's face too well. Whatever, she didn't really care. She just got really quiet and payed attention to what was going on.

Out of ******** NO WHERE there was water shot at them. Aitana didn't personally get hit, but she could see that the male without the shirt and the many tattoos was drenched, along with Cya getting hit, and the writer. She didn't notice that Lyude got hit with the water until she could feel him tense up right next to her. She saw the water on his face and she wiped it away, but that's when she realized how tense he was. Now, she had yet to see this other guy, but she saw Lyude's color completely vanish. He was like a ghost. She turned her head to see what the hell scared him and thats when she saw the guy with blood red lipstick. when he walked over to him, Aitana wanted to curse the fact that she was still the shortest by a long shot. She looked back to Lyude and then she knew that it was time for them to go. She couldn't make Lyude stick around any longer. When the new-new guy asked her if he hit her too, she looked at her outfit and seeing that she was completely dry she shook her head "nope, I'm in the clear" It seemed shortly after she had decided mentally, that it was time to go that Brutus was telling her that Lyude was scared. She really wished that she hadn't heard that. She felt like an even more terrible person.

She nodded after she was told that Lyude was scared and then she looked to Cya and the others, she didn't know if she should say bye or not. It's not like she would see any of them ever again aside from Cya. She just put a hand on Lyude's back and then gently guided him away from that scene. She didn't say bye or anything to the males. She just left with Lyude. She didn't know where they were going to go from here, but as long as she could get Lyude to calm down, then they would figure it out. When they were far enough away from the guys, she looked up at Lyude as they were walking and apologized "I'm so sorry Lyude. I didn't mean for you to get freaked out. I didn't think that peckerhead would have ever showed up and tried to start something, I didn't expect to see Cya here and personally, those last two guys kind of intimidated me as well... they were extremely tall" That was one of the few things that could intimidate her. Someone being almost a foot or more taller than her. She let out a sigh and then took her pirate hat off and scratched her scalp where the edge of the hat sat on her head. She walked with him over to the small area they had for fine dining in this festival and then she picked a fairly clean table and took a seat and then patted the seat next to her to tell Lyude to come sit with her.

When he took a seat next to her, well she still felt bad that he got scared. She looked at him and then scooted closer to him and then hugged him. Lyude was just like a little kid. He may have been taller than her, but he was still younger than her and not to mention mentally he was younger. She gave him a hug and held him for a little bit. Why she did this? Well it was more of a comforting thing but she honestly knew why he freaked out like that. It took her a second, but he put the fact that the guy's lipstick was a blood red color and when it came to anything that was the color of blood, Lyude freaked. How she knew his? One time while they were at the institution, Lyude had gotten a paper cut from one of his pages in the sketch book. There wasn't even that much blood, but she noticed that as soon as he seen the red color he went almost as pale as the wall that was behind him. Of course she got him all cleaned up at that time, but she also noticed that he rarely ever used a red color in his art work. If there was a red color, it was more of an orange red. She never really saw any other kind of reds. Getting back to where she was now. She let go of Lyude and then made a note of the food stand, but what she also made note of was the chick and guy standing at the stand. Aitana laughed a little and then motioned over to the blond clinging to the guy "You see that?" She waited a second for him to find out what she was talking about "I'm gonna give you a lesson you'll need to know later in life. Stay away from that" She said motioning to the blond chick "Don't go for skanky chicks. Seriously, there's a difference between sexy and skanky... that my young friend is just down right skanky." What was the purpose of this? Well, there was two actually. One: It was a legit lesson that he would need to know if he ever got out of this kid's state of mind. Two: she was trying to change the subject and get Lyudes mind off of anything that might still be lingering from the scene that they had just left.

[midgetminion]

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When Cyanide had decided to introduce himself, Aaron couldn't help but give him a skeptical look. Honestly, Cyanide Updyke? Was he suppose to believe that was the other's actual name. Even if it wasn't he who the guy was probably introducing himself to, the writer couldn't stop himself from having an opinion. And frankly, he believed that it sounded like one of those fake phone-call-names that Bart would use on "The Simpsons" when he could call Moe's bar. The teen hadn't even watched the Fox show in a while, however that little trait apparently had made an impression on him. Then again, there was the chance that the light haired one's mother was on drugs when she had him. That would explain a lot. Although one think was for sure, he definitely would not believe his last name- Updyke- to be a legitimate name. That was too vulgar for coincidence, and put together with the first part was simply crude. 'If he's not joking, then I would bet he's unemployed.' he thought to himself as he simply took in the other's drunken demeanor. Although he wouldn't be able to mentally judge the other for too long due to the fact that he had to deal with the girl who looked a lot like the Robin he knew from the mental institution.

Even though he tried to cover himself, by admitting to being mistaken, the girl just had to throw more attitude in there. Who cares if she just said one word in response, the look she shot him said it all. This sardonic persona she was letting on, it was nothing like the clumsy caretaker's assistant that he remembered. But he couldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing this, which is why he kept these knew thoughts to himself, and promptly diverted his attention towards Cyanide. After all, that 'f**' comment struck a bit of a nerve for the male due to the fact that it wouldn't be the first time someone had mislabeled him as that. Although when the other practically was spelling out that he didn't care about what sexuality he had, Aaron couldn't help but look at him with a hint of confusion mixed in his face. It was mainly because he was lost after rainbow. Some slang he simply wasn't good with, and the fact that the other was intoxicated, he tried pushing it off as drunken gibberish. He just didn't see why the girl who claimed not to be Robin had suddenly giggled. Green eyes cut in his direction, yet sharply returned to Cyanide when he had suddenly mentioned that he basically had no preference and went with whatever, and actually was laughing about this. It surprised Aaron that he could be so carefree about it, though the teen was starting to feel a little more at ease when he realized that they got off on the wrong foot. Obviously, since Aaron hadn't said two words to the other prior to being called a f*****t.

Maybe this was how Aitana felt? No. The writer wouldn't give her that credit, since he simply was asking her a question. It was different, and he didn't want to think about it much longer. Besides, something even more attention grabbing had happened. The drunk had asked him if he wanted a f**, but due to the previous conversation, he couldn't help but accidentally mishear him. It sounded like he had said wanna ********] in his mind, which made his face flush red instantaneously. "Wanna what?!" gasped, alarm in his eyes, though as soon as the sentence left his lips, he gazed settled upon the cigarette. "Oh...that...yeah, I'm- I don't smoke," he said bringing up a hand to decline it. He never smoked, and didn't find a need to want to. It wasn't like eating or drinking, and it affected your brain. The last thing he wanted to do was get addicted to something. After all, his father, before he died, was a heavy smoker, and his mother always claimed it'd be the death of him. 'She was wrong about that,' crossed his thoughts, more so in attempts to think of anything other than his misunderstanding about Cyan's offer. Aaron didn't even want to keep his gaze on the really tall one out of pure embarrassment. This wasn't something the loner typically had to deal with since he tended to keep to himself. But maybe it was about time he updated his people skills.

He was going to leave it at that, yet couldn't help but briefly hear mention of Kyle. Aaron couldn't help but recall a Kyle and Lyude at the institution. It could be a little far fetched, but the writer couldn't help it. He felt himself jumping back to that conclusion again, and couldn't stop himself from voicing it. The fact that he was pointing a finger didn't even occur to him. He only realized it when he felt his smacked. Absentmindedly, he started to rub the back of his hand with his other as he started to block Aitana out. His focus was now on Lyude, no matter how uncomfortable the other was looking. He wanted an answer, badly, but the younger guy wasn't giving it to him. This was unbelievably frustrating for the writer. How was he suppose to figure out how it would be possible to have his mother released? It could change everything! How could he make the other realize this? Aaron was very close to shaking Lyude to get his point across however stopped himself. When he noticed Mr. Updyke move an arm around the stuffed animal hoarder. Taking a step back, he halted in his interrogation. What? Asking him about the mental institution made him gay now? Okay, this was just getting ridiculous now. 'I don't give off a homo vibe, do I? he wondered to himself as he glanced away from the other again with deep sigh.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he couldn't help but think that he was having some seriously bad luck. What, was he cursed or something? Or perhaps this was a part of the haunting he assumed he was facing. His only question was how long all of this was going to last. Things have just been steadily spiraling downhill for him. Maybe this was pessimism speaking, but he believe that he had all of the reason to side with this assumption. After all, his father was dead and then his mom went crazy and was locked up in a mental institution. After that, he had to move in with his uncle and aunt who didn't understand anything about him, while they along with some others around school thought he was some occult freak- which was an insult. Sure, the paranormal intrigued him, but he would never try to open any dark gateway to hell or anything. Along with those misreadings, he believed that something was going around his house since eerie ghost writing showed up today, along with the cracking mirrors. Not to forget the disturbing ghosts who seemed to be following him around. And now he was called gay AND a peckerhead more then twice in less than thirty minutes. You'd think that the perfect topping for this cake of disappointment and dismay, the one time he believes he found a way to get his mother out of the crazy house, the person who probably held all of the answers wouldn't cooperate. Honestly, Aaron did not know if it would be possible for his luck to become any more rotten.

'Great, now it looks like an attempt at a drug deal is going on in front of me,' he mumbled to himself as he noticed Ken walk over, though just thought of him as some tall guy with a shirt of tattoos on. With one hand shoved into his hoodie pocket while the other pinched the brim of his nose, he held back a groan. He wanted to say that he wished he stayed home, but with the creepy stuff going on there, he knew that it was a lie. Maybe he should just ditch this whole festival thing and go sit in his uncle's car. This wasn't his scene, and it was obvious. And now he was thinking that it was obvious to a number of people. "I shouldn't be here,' he muttered as his hand ran back over his face, then dropped to his side. The next feeling shook him out of his thoughts causing him to tense up. Water? Why was he feeling water? Aaron peaked open an eyes before blinking both of them, looking to find the source. It was coming from some guy with ghostly white skin, blood red lips, and jet black hair. Honestly, his heart skipped a beat as he assumed he was hallucinating at first. Though others seemed to see him, so he figured that this guy had to be real. That would have been reassuring if not for the fact that now annoyance was drifting back into the writer upon hearing his excuse of an apology for the water incident. Yes, the clown said sorry, however the smirk made Aaron think other wise.

"Yeah....obviously," he sighed, figuring that he most definitely was cursed. He figured that today's events could definitely top the pathetic sap stories that little Fmylife.com...not that he planned on posting this. Nope, he figured it'd probably go into his journal to add to his life story. The thought of leaving came back to him, however when he looked over, he saw that Aitana and Lyude were already making an exit. Part of him was tempted to go after them, just to give finding out more another chance, but stopped himself. Besides, the three guys that were over here all had height advantages over him. So if they were friends with the dark hair girl, there was the chance that she'd sick them on him. He wasn't in the mood for getting beat up. Though it wouldn't have been the first time that his mouth would have landed him in such trouble. Taking step, he was about to walk away, though froze up when he heard the guy who called himself Ken mention something about broken mirrors. He stood there, taking in the words for a couple more seconds prior to slowly looking back over at Ken with a suspicious gaze. "...Mirror thing?" The idea that someone else could have experienced the same mirror incident that he had was shocking to say the least. Even though this wasn't his conversation, he couldn't help but ask for clarification. "I suppose you don't mean cracking or peculiar writing do you?" Aaron figured that this was wishful thinking, that he wasn't the only haunted soul, but let the question be heard either way. In his opinion, he was probably going to be laughed at, or somehow called gay for asking.

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Tɧє Wяιтєя

[Faffleopoly]

Garvey "Vivi" Talib Sullivan

The Superstitious

People think I'm insane

Because I am frowning all the time

Vivi trusted Piran to get the job done. He may have been a slacker, and the chief may have thought him unreliable, but Vivi had long since formed his own opinions about the effeminate and flirtatious detective, and if there was one thing he knew, it was that Piran would always do his best, and his best was better than good. He knew Piran liked kind of of float around, gather details in his free-flowing manner, and leave the meaner details to those who could actually be 'mean'. Piran wasn't the type to shoot without warning, or push people around, or any of that, so that's where Vivi came in. He had heard Pai's questions and he had badly wanted to state his opinion about the possession. Actually he did voice it, in a low tone that no one could really catch, except maybe Piran because he was kneeling over the body beside him. "It's almost as if a spirit possessed her..." Vivi had watched the body, his face giving nothing away except maybe concentration, but inside he was shaking and fighting not to look at Piran in case his partner thought him insane. All that was just before the woman came to ask to use the toilet. At which time, he took control, as was in his nature, he was so used to it now. Doing stuff to make Piran comfortable, to keep him smiling and on topic. He didn't know when he had made the decision that he liked Piran better when he was happy, or when he even began to care about what his partner felt, but that was one of the interesting aspects of the younger male. He had a way about him, and could weasel his way into even the toughest hearts. Yes, even a closed off and awkward heart like Vivi's. Of course, Vivi thought of Piran like he did his family, though, not quite enough to be comfortable with all the hugging and such. He still had a long way to go to get used to Piran, but he was slowly getting there, and he tolerated the hugs, and sometimes he even managed to keep from blushing at some of his off the wall statements. So, when Piran spoke of making him incredibly happy Vivi managed not to blush bright red, but his cheeks still took on a light pink tinge, but even as that happened the phone distracted him with it's cryptic massages and made him both freaked out and angry. He had 'calmly' handed it to Piran feeling his insides both boil and shiver at the same time. It was an interesting sensation to say the least.

Then came the loony at the door. How Kyle had gotten there, he didn't know. Asylums were supposed to be secure. Had he been set free? The man was an accomplice to some mass murderer that Piran often referred to as 'Waldo'. The 'game' knowing all of something... It gave his mouth the tangy taste of uneasiness... Piran's reaction didn't help too much either. The Playful wore his emotions right out on his sleeves, and spoke his mind with out discretion on most days. He never seemed to think of how it could embarrass himself, or even those with him, but Vivi was so used to it that he barely noticed the social implications, and actually processed even deeper in his mind the play of his partners features, the anguish, regret, the need... for understanding? Why did he care? Because Piran always cared... Vivi knew that nothing would get done if Pai was left to hang in the moment, and took his charg, escorting the gypsy woman out. He was completely aware of how she stiffened and the strange play of expressions on her face, the way she seemed really pissed, but that wasn't too unusual, perhaps she had a problem with being touched... No that would have more fear, Maybe she didn't like cops...? No, he didn't think that was it. Was she angry at being removed? If so, why? He was certain Pai would figure it out when left alone in the drafty public restroom, so he continued his duty and made everyone leave, though as he passed his partner at the door he leaned down to say something in a low tone by his ear, a tone no one else would hear, or if they did, they wouldn't be able to understand the words, and his lips barely moved as he spoke. "Think, Piran, What game?" Before his partner could do anything he had everyone outside and the door was shut. Piran couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment, that was always one of the younger detectives biggest downfalls, he thought with his heart first, and head later. Things always got done that way, yes, but they took longer to get done right, and if there was to be a victim tonight, then they had no time to waste. Outside he surveyed everyone before choosing to speak with The Queen of Hearts.

The girl identified herself as Brittanya Young, and she was a model. The way she carried herself told him what she did not, she didn't want to be there, and she didn't trust him. She spouted off information, she was 21, she didn't know when it really started, but that the mirror fell in the haunted house. She gave him nothing he didn't already know from what he heard earlier. He did note that she was unusually keen not to seem afraid of whatever was in the haunted house, bravado? Or was she being truthful? Didn't matter, it wasn't what he needed to know, or was it? All the while he kept an eye on the gypsy, but the woman was keeping an eye on Kyle, coincidence? perhaps not... She also seemed frustrated. It was exuded through her body language. What was she frustrated about. Part of him thought about possessions again, but he pushed the thought away. When Brittanya finished what she was saying he was sure he didn't like her attitude, and his face held a stern look that still worked even with his rather feminine features. She seemed to give off the same vibe as all the selfish popular kids in high school. "I can understand that his is 'traumatic' I mean she is your friend, but you need to suffer through a few more questions. When you said that the mirror 'fell on her' did it actually fall or did she pull it down? and when you say sh cut herself on the glass, was it on accident, or did she actually pick up a piece? I need the conrete details as they were to come to an adequate decision, and your explanation, as rounded as it was, glossed over those details, like where was she standing when it fell? How was she standing with her palms in or with her palms out? Who said she liked Halloween?" The last question was just popped there at random hoping to get a good answer. Part of him really didn't like the idea that this woman's information about liking Halloween clashed with the gypsy's earlier statement about blood and Halloween in reference to the victim. It was gnawing at his insides, a mystery was brewing, and it was getting to him. He wanted answers, his curiosity was definitely piqued. Would he go the way of the cat? Who knew?

Then, before he could get any answers, the door behind him opened and Pai stuck his head out. He called for the Gypsy girl. The Superstitious's curiosity 'twitched'. Had Piran learned something? Was he setting a trap? What had he found? Why let the woman back inside? What would happen next? Was Pai as suspicious of this woman as he was? question after question formed and buzzed around in his eyes, but after the initial look at Piran as he poked his head out, he returned his look to The Queen of Hearts. He didn't let on that his was distracted, or that his mind was racing possibilities. Not once did it cross his mind that Piran was being an idiot and letting someone pee in a crime scene, no, he had to have a purpose. The guy always had a purpose. His eyes fell on Kyle for a few brief moments before they switched to the medic as he hurried past. The medic looked at him questioningly and he pointed to the bathroom door, still paying attention to whatever the woman with the bad attitude was saying. If she was saying anything at all. He made sure she had his full attention, the recorder in his pocket still humming with the whir or the tape spinning. There was a lot to think on, so many things happening at once. He had noticed that one of the people who had been here before was gone. The blond girl in the masquerade outfit. The business man was still there. He had the feeling he didn't need to question him about the girl on the floor. What had Brittanya called him, Nathanel? The Gypsy, was Hayden? They had been together before all of this. So, he should question the man on why he was here. He understood now, why Miss Young looked so familiar, and the business man looked so familiar, with a familiar name. that's when he realized that he was that business tycoon that was suspected of darker haunts, but was never caught nor charged with anything. There were rumors, but nothing else to go on, to the police generally left him alone. This was indeed a strange group, a model, a fainted girl, an unconcerned friend, a shady business tycoon, and a nit job. He'd seen some weird crowds, but this one might just end up taking the cake. Now all they needed was a drug dealer, and a tree hugger and they'd have a complete freak show... He kept his thoughts to himself and continued listening to Miss Young.

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

[Gwendylyyn]

Seeking. . .

XOXOXOSearching. . .

XOXOXOXOXOXOAdventuring for that greatest thrill. . .

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Jamie XOXO Monroe XOXO Montaire

Rounding the corner, Jamie felt her phone go off yet again, and opened it up to see another text from Ken. He still hadn't found her cousin, but at least she knew how to look for him a little better now. She was beginning to hate this. She wanted to have fun, or at least someone around that she knew. The festival was great and all, but she kept passing up half the things she'd like to take part in because she didn't want to leave them out if they wanted to go along. When her phone buzzed again a half-second later, a light smile touched her lips. Her cousin had finally gotten in touch with her, which meant she might finally be able to meet up with both of them and at least find out whether or not they felt like doing anything. If they were going to be bums, though, she might end up running off alone again to go hit some rides. She hoped they would at least hit the haunted house with her, though. Apparently, they were supposed to add more to it each night, so she was sure it took a good bit of work, which meant it should be a lot of fun. She didn't text either of them back, though, hoping she would find them soon enough to not worry about it.

She made her way down the path through the festival, trying to ignore all the tantalizing smells and brilliant lights in favor of looking for a mime or tattooed man. Coming around another bend, she was surprised to see both of them... and with a number of other people. She didn't want to run over and seem weird, so she made her way calmly over to the group, her face twisting into light confusion as she got closer and noticed the woman with them didn't seem too happy at the moment. Actually, it looked like she might be leaving, a thought that was confirmed as the woman made her way off with Peter Pan. They hadn't gotten far from Ken, Logan, and whoever the hell these other people were when Jamie was finally close enough to be comfortable calling out. "Hey! You know, you guys don't make it easy for a girl to find your asses. If it weren't for your screaming attire, I'd probably still be trying to track you down."

Letting her eyes wander over the four of them, Jamie actually cocked her head to the side a bit. "Why's everyone all wet... is there some ride I missed around here?" she teased, noticing that Ken looked completely soaked, actually. She doubted there were any rides at a temporary festival capable of getting someone that wet, and then noticed that Logan was spotless. She wouldn't have been at all surprised to learn that it was his doing, actually, what with the grin he'd been wearing as she was approaching. Of course, if it wasn't for that screaming red lipstick of his, she probably wouldn't have noticed said grin so easily.

It was then that she noticed the look on the Writer's face, and her brow rose a bit. She had missed something, apparently, because he looked like something was up. Of course, it was then that she realized she had probably interrupted whatever conversation they may have been having, since it was doubtful that they had all just been standing about not talking to each other. That would be a tad creepy, to say the least. Nerves started to jitter on her a bit now, feeling like she might be intruding a bit, but she had been supposed to meet them here, right? It wasn't like her being here was a surprise. Ugh... that message was going to drive her nuts. She didn't want to be a burden on anyone, and now she was just stressing about it more than usual.

Dressed as ===> Amazonian

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The Clinic Said I'm
XOXOXOXOXOXOSick,
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOToxic,
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOand Impure,
But There Isn't Any Cure For the Poor and Uninsured!

[midgetminion]

I know some shits so hard to swallow//And I just can't sit back and wallow- In my own sorrow//

Tяєɳтσɳ Zαcɧαяץ Cαvєs
★ ★ ★S U R V I V O R // V I C T I M★ ★★
The Popular

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But I know I'll be one tough act to follow//Here today, gone tomorrow//

The fact that the girl in the mask had suddenly let out a short scream when he had tried waking her made his hand instantly jerk back. Even if it was a low scream, he didn't want people thinking that he was hurting her. It would be stupid for people to automatically think that, but he had seen how easy it was for the masses to believe crazy rumors. After all, he had to shake away the fact that people were assuming he was a murderer for a while there. And even now, he knew that his father's company was having to suffer through the allegations. Trent knew that it wasn't good busy for the son of a multimillion dollar company to be thrown under the bus of the law. Even though it hadn't been proven, the mere chance that the college student could have had anything to do with someone elses death made people think twice about trusting that guy's father. It was all extremely annoying and pointless. But as long as you had tabloids floating around and idiots who were looking to be entertained with off-the-wall subjects, then TC knew that his dad was going to think twice about letting him stay at the house. Not to forget the fact that he was very close to being cut off financially, which would suck beyond belief.

Immediately when the gown wearing girl had brought her arms up in the obvious I-have-a-gun-and-I'm-note-afraid-to-use-it pose, Trent couldn't help but bite back a snicker, as he held his hands up to show he wasn't going to touch her. It was clear her hands were empty, but if that was what her natural insticts told her to do, he would have hated to be around when she was armed. His guess was that she had a gun at home which made her either paranoid or into hunting. Trent frankly didn't own any weapons like that. Especially because he didn't count an airsoft or paintball gun as lethal. However, now he was wondering exactly what type of girl sleeps at a festival in a dress, and shoots first and asks questions later. The big blue eyes and blonde hair definitely would make an easy cover up, but there was something else about her that looked vaguely familiar. It was on the tip of his tongue, but it wouldn't come out. Where was it again? Part of him wanted to say that he had seen her on Tv somewhere. But for what? A commercial? No, not that, but then what was it? Parting his lips, he was about to ask her about that, however stopped himself before his voice could leave his mouth because she started speaking first.

The fact that she was looking embarrassed by all of this was still pretty funny in his opinion. Though he had to admit that the red tint to her face looked cute. "No problem," he said trying his hardest to keep a straight face, though it wasn't working out too well. A snicker had slipped out of his mouth, though he tried covered it with a cough as he waved his hand over his face, putting on a serious look. "Yeeaah. Like I said. This isn't exactly a bedroom." His hand gestured to the area around them. At festivals, he expected to see people partying, hanging out with friends, watching the fireworks, eating fried food, playing games and a number of others things, but amongst them was not sleep. He didn't even see how she was able to fall asleep long enough to have a nightmare in a place like this. Could she not wait until she was at home...unless she didn't have a home. But looking at her, she didn't give off the homeless vibe. The dress she had on looked clean, and probably wasn't cheep. But that didn't explain what she was doing catching a few blinks on a bench. It wasn't even all that late. Maybe she was just one of those girls that get tired early. Although Trenton knew he probably had a few more hours in him before tiredness slipped in.

Trenton only found himself looking away from the girl when he heard someone suddenly say hey to him. At first, he didn't recognize the voice. It was only when he turned to look at the other that he got the feeling he knew the man. That face, though he was dressed as Sherlock Holmes, he recognized the face. The only problem was that Trent was bad with names at times. Thus, why he typically handed out nicknames. Anyways, as the older one spoke, the teen couldn't help but listen closely, this all seeming like he had done something like this before. "A redhead..." he said more to himself as he trailed his gaze towards the exit of the haunted house. Even though he wasn't paying too much attention to the backdoor, he didn't recall seeing anyone with red hair recently coming out of it. He shook his head, however the fact that he mentioned being able to quickly find someone inside of the spooky manor made his eyes widened. He figured that he kenw all of the little knook and cranny's of the place. After all, he had helped with setting it up. It was pretty much a requirement that the staff of the house didn't get themselves lost, and if you did, then that was just pathetic.

The girl had answered him, but before Trenton could, the detective was had dismissed the question and was going back inside of the house, claiming he'd do it on his own. "Bu-" he began, yet sighed. He was sure he knew the guy. And it only took a moment longer of searching his head to realize that it was because it was Detective Parkerson. The guy's first name was still lost inside of his head, but at least he had the important part of the other. 'He's still at it,' he thought to himself with a faint smile as he watched the other go. The eighteen year-old could clearly remember the how determined the other and Piran were on the cruise when it came to finding people. Just like how they tried so hard to rescue Bishop every time he was captured and on the brink of death. They all tried so hard, yet it was as if all of their work was undone by the transfer student getting killed a couple of months ago. In fact, it sucked how many of the original survivors had been picked off since last year, which sucked tremendously. Part of him wondered if, by this time next year, would he even be around still. It was a depressing thought, one which he didn't want to dwell on again. After all, he didn't need his best friend trying to cheer him up with another party so he could get pushed out of another window.

"That was odd. Do you think we should help him?"

"Yeah!" Trent said standing to his feet as an idea suddenly formed in his head. Maybe if he helped Parkerson, then the detective would help him figure out who was trying to kill his friend. Sure, there were cops on the case, but it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere. Then again, TC didn't stop to think that maybe it was because their witness had been in a coma for the longest. He was about to head off to the haunted house, yet noticed that he was still holding on to the girl's blue mask. He looked back over at her, and saw that she was texting, yet then introduced herself. Ryder? "I would've guessed Alison or Rachael," he smirked, "I'm Trent, but TC's cool with me too. So why were you sleeping out here?" he asked as he shook her hand when she offered. Typically he wasn't the type to shake hands with girls, but whatever floats her boat. "I swear I know you from somewhere," he added since he couldn't shake away the thought, yet knew that he could probably talk as they moved. Handing back the mask, he nodded when asked about the haunted house. "Yeah, I'm off shift right now, but I'm working there, so I won't get us lost," he grinned as he took her hand to pull her into the back entrance of the haunted house. He could tell that she was look iffy about going in, but he didn't want to waste any more time which is why he ran.

"Parkerson, wait up," he called out as he looked down the dimly lit hall. He was use to the eerie red lights, just like how he didn't care about the blood splatters that were here and there since he recalled the day that they put those there. Sure the shadows that seemed to move kept catching his eye, but he tried keeping focused on looking for any redheads. As long as they didn't have to worry about the rest of the staff trying to scare them. He was almost tempted to head to the sign-in room and ask if they had seen the missing girl, though decided it would be best to catch up with the detective. At least then he could tell him what were the places that most people got turned around in. It didn't take long to see the back of the one dressed as Sherlock Holmes, which is why he reached out to grab his shoulder as he said, "If you're really that worried about her, I can always get the front closed down for a while so we can turn the lights on, one of the perks for working in here, I guess," he shrugged. Though still was pretty confused about who exactly they were looking for. "What was she dressed as?" he added, as he dropped his grip on Ryder's hand. After all, they were running anymore. He just hoped that his crazy friends wouldn't try sneaking up on them while they were trying to find this girl. Then again, knowing them, he wouldn't put it passed them. After all, they wouldn't have signed up for working in the haunted house if they didn't get a kick out of scaring people.

Location|| Haunted House
Costume|| Ringleader

But you have to walk a thousand miles in my shoesXXXXXXX

XXXXXXXXXXXXjust to see what it's like to be me || I'll be you, let's trade shoes

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXjust to see what it'd be like to || Feel your pain, you feel mine

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXgo inside each other's mind || just to see what we find

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLook at s**t through each other's eyes

[Gwendylyyn]

Modeling, For Your Pleasure

Charlotte XOXOX Sittrine XOXOX Farris
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XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXI want to swim away, but don't know how
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOSometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the waves up, take me down
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the hurricane set in motion, yeah
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the rain of what I feel right now come down
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOLet the rain
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOcome
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOdown. . .

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Hearing no response, Charlotte looked back up at the chainsaw-toting man, still standing over her with an empty cup. He was so tall, even compared to her. No wonder his form had been so threatening moving along the mirrors, and even worse when he came rushing at them like he had. Of course, that meant he was doing his job wonderfully, but she didn't much care for that fact at the moment. Moving to take a step forward, Charlotte realized that maybe her legs weren't quite as solid beneath her as she had thought, and quickly grasped for the closest thing to her, which just happened to be the chainsaw man. A light laugh escaped her lips as she found a twinge of fear touching her mind again. "You should get a volunteer-of-the-festival award or something, you know. You're scary as all hell."

Clutching her arm as she had reached so suddenly for him, the man seemed to laugh a bit in return. Charlotte hoped that others wouldn't be along too soon, since she was sure the man needed to get back to his scaring the ever-living crud out of people. Then again, she could always let a good scream go again and help him with his act. The thought kept a smile on her face for a moment as she glanced about herself, still trying to get her barrings. A deep sigh escaped her lips. There was no telling which way she'd come from, which way was out, and which way was just more twists to confuse people. Of course, she was sure every way led out eventually, since they couldn't have people trapped in here all night, and the chainsaw man was probably supposed to help lead them the correct way with a good scaring. Of course, that meant she had been running toward the exit when she was running away from him... if only she could remember which direction she had been running. "Damn these mirrors..."

"I could show you to the end of the mirrors, if you'd like. It's not too hard to find the way out after that," spoke the chainsaw man. For such a large man, she would have expected a deeper voice, though he was still plenty intimidating just by size and costume alone. She blushed a little, realizing she still had someone watching her confusion, and nodded a little. Following the man, his arm still lightly grasping hers (to keep her from getting turned around again, she assumed... and did not mind), she felt him seize a bit as she jumped, her phone chiming out from the bag at her side. Her heart took a moment to stop pounding, and she found herself biting at her inner lip a bit. She wasn't even sure it was worth it to try and read the thing right now. She didn't want to end up tripping over something while the chainsaw man was helping her through the mirrors. As they reached the end of the twisting corridor, though, she pulled the phone from its place in her bag. The chainsaw man let go his gentle hold on her arm, and his head cocked slightly. "Think you'll be okay from here? I can call someone in to escort you if you need." Smiling, she shook her head. "No, thank you. I should be able to get through now that I'm not stuck in those mirrors any more. Thank you so much, and... I'm sorry for all the trouble. If you happen to see Sherlock Holmes, could you tell him what happened?" He nodded his head in a 'no problem' sort of way and stalked off into the mirrored halls once more, a trek that was soon followed by a sudden scream. Charlotte giggled as she turned toward the path ahead of her.

Sure there wasn't much more to go at this point, Charlotte flipped her phone open for a moment, hoping maybe Parkerson had sent a message. What she saw instead brought the pounding in her chest back to a thudding crescendo. A fresh tear rolled down her cheek, and she tried to send a message back, inquiring as to who it was, only to be greeted by an all too familiar message. 'Error: Message Could Not Be Delivered. Number Unavailable.' It wasn't something that would normally pop up when trying to send messages, even if the number was not one that could be delivered to, but Charlotte had seen it before, and it made a shiver run through her. Shoving the phone back into her bag, she decided to focus on the task at hand before worrying about such things: Getting the hell out of this haunted house.

As she rounded a rather dark bend, Charlotte froze in her tracks, seeing shadows moving before her. Watching them step through a set of dim lights, though, a smile touched her lips. She recognized the hat and grayish plaid colors covering one of the ones in the group of three. She also noticed someone in a rather bright blue dress that stood out even with the dim lights, and someone in a flashing white, red, and gold outfit that she couldn't quite distinguish yet. Maybe she could figure out what he was when they got outside again. She definitely didn't plan on going backwards in the haunted house. If they were coming toward her, as they seemed to be, then they must have an idea of the way out... and it meant she had someone with her again. Honestly, the other two didn't matter as much to her as Parkerson. Whether he was still a detective or not, he just seemed like this pillar of strength in her mind right now, no matter how true it may or may not be. "Mr. Parkerson! Please tell me that's you, and I'm not seeing things again," she half-laughed, her feet carrying her toward them a bit quicker now.

Of course, as she approached them, she wondered how bad she might look. It was a passing thought, but one that entered her mind, nonetheless. She didn't feel like her face was really wet anymore, though she hoped her makeup had not been touched too much by it. She hadn't touched it that she knew of, so it shouldn't have been rubbed at all. She did feel damp along the top edge of her dress, though, so she was sure that had caught a bit of the water... though there didn't seem to be enough to cause much of a problem, and she was sure it would dry soon enough on its own. How she could even be thinking of what she might look like right now, she wasn't really sure, and it brought a laugh that she quickly stifled, knowing they wouldn't understand. Of course, maybe they would think she was just happy to be finding her way out or something...

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[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

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They didn't know, it would have been pointless to wait around. At this point of time, it was instincts that had taken over him. It was that drive that continued to push him. In his mind, this was about leaving someone distressed in a bad situation. Was that what he did? He didn't see how it wasn't. Or perhaps it was just his own mind making the situation out to be worst than it could have been. Maybe it was from his run-in with Piran that desperately wanted to say that 'he was helpful', that he could be of use still to society. A help to society? Who thinks of it like that? Who thinks of themselves as being a help to society? Who bothers to use the word 'society' in general if you're not talking about something crime related? There wasn't a crime, he wasn't a detective; this was just an old friend who got a little too scared in a haunted house. No one was really going to die, and her life was never in danger. And yet, he wanted to do this. He needed to. He was obsessed. Despite the images that he was seeing before him; even when he moved what looked like a hole in the wall, and a hand reached out and grabbed his ankle, he simply shook it away. He had more things to worry about. He was even too busy to notice the text message that buzzed in. His thoughsts were preoccupied. He had to make sure that there was nothing sketchy about the mirrors.

Then at that moment his thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt the hand placed on his shoulder. Instantly he was ready to assume that it was someone working in the haunted house. Someone who had went as far as to actually make physical contact; before hand everyone was relying more on visual or psychological things. His eyes widened greatly, though he glanced back. It was the ringleader before. Beforehand he supposed he had heard him call out to him. Even hearing him speak to him directly, there was no doubt in his mind that this was Trenton Caves. He was the boy who he and Piran had originally interrogated about the Mansion Massacre because he fit the description that Miss Palmer had laid out. A boy with lengthy hair, who often wore ball caps, hoodies and a particular, custom made necklace. When it comes to interrogating someone, the people you speak to, become books. Their lives then become stories that you have to be able to piece together bit by bit. Still, he kept his mind from trying to relive the old days, and instead listened to what he had to say about how they could always shut up the front door or turn on the lights. It seemed like a good idea...and yet part of him wondered if it was a little much.

What if it turned out he was over-exaggerating, and Miss Farris went as far as to think he was some kind of crazy person? What if he was just as bad as those Veitnam or World War 2 veterns who live every day like their still on the battle field? "No, that's...not necessary," he replied as his eyes trailed towards the girl who had been with Trent. 'Ryder?'. Now the text message from before made sense. There was no telling how long she had waited for him outside the haunted house, but could you blame him? He had no idea how much time a single floor of the house actually took. He couldn't imagine what the other levels held, but at this point wondered if he would even bother to find out. He probably should. "Sorry that I didn't recognize you back there," he told her, though soon turned his attention to the two. It was almost comical in a way that he was the one being asked all the questions. But he supposed that this was what he needed. He need to get it through his head that it had been at least a year since he's had his job. He needed to detach himself from his profession. Was being a detective really all he had been about? He was always so serious about work. Even back in highschool, he was serious about doing whatever he could to pave his way to his future.

"It's Miss Charlotte Farris," he went on to admit, though wasn't able to break the habit of using 'Miss' when he was talking about women. Still, he wasn't able to recall exactly what she was dressed as. He remembered that her costume looked nice on her, but when it came to labeling what she was supposed to be, he wasn't sure. He remembered that she had worn green, but doubted that would help any. But he definitely remembered that she was wearing a lot of green, but how to word this. "I think it might have been an original costume." Already he figured he was going in the right direction, but still, he wasn't sure if it was the right way to piece it together exactly. "I believe she was wearing a corset, but I can't be too sure. I don't exactly memorize these sort of things. Though, she did seem to be wearing quite of a green and white, I think there was gold too, but I won't swear to anything." The roles had definitely switched. He tugged out his cellphone, just for that slight chance that it had been her texting him, but it wasn't. Instead he had a text from Ryder. It only took him hardly a moment to read over the text. Well, he could see that it was her now at least. That was definitely needless to reply to, so he stashed his phone away once more in the pocket of his pants that seemed to be hidden quite well by the overcoat.

"We were at the maze of mirrors around the time we separated. I thought I was following her, but I guess it was just a reflection..." He figured the light effects probably had something to do with it as well. Wow, it seemed to more he thought about it, the sillier he felt. He definitely over exaggerated, hadn't he? Though it still hadn't changed the fact that he didn't know where Farris was. She could have been anywhere in the Haunted House, allowing her panic to escalate. If she hadn't reacted the way she had, then maybe he wouldn't have panicked himself. Now he wondered if wasting all of this time was really the best. His eyes trailed down the hall, the sounds of dripping, as well as that eerie wind was not relieving. He looked once more to the two. After all, he had only glanced down the hall, it took but a second or two. "I think as long as I can get back to the mirrors, it might be easier to find her." And then at that moment he heard a familiar voice. This time he fully turned around, and there in the dimly lit hall had been Charlotte. Once more she seemed to have an easy going nature to her, the way she was able to laugh. He lightly chuckled only habit, a burden was definitely lifted from his shoulders.

"You're not seeing things," he replied, however because of the lightening, he couldn't fully tell yet that bits of her dress had got wet. She seemed fine. Which made him feel even more apologetic towards how he reacted. He needed to get it through his head that he wasn't dealing with a complex murder or even a crime at all. He was at a festival, technically a carnival in a sense, supposed to enjoy himself. No matter what happened, he was going to enjoy himself. So he took the time to offer a smile towards both Ryder and Trent. "Well, thank you, though the adventure was short, it was still that; an adventure," he lightly joked as he tilted the brim of his hat towards them.

Little did he realize, the gate at the end of the haunted house, as large and iron styled as it had been, the chains that were locked and fastened to the hooks on the ends of the wall, suddenly unhooked, falling to the floor. The gate doors were were typically chained open so that the light to the exit would be visible on the final stretch of hall from the house. It was supposed to have the relieving 'I made it' sensation. Though, after the two heavy duty locks had fell to the ground, the chains soon followed in suit, sliding out of place, until falling in a pile on the floor. Then very slowly, the two iron doors swung to a close on their own. A little latch had been on the front, and when it was as if the moment it came in contact with the hook or latch that housed it when the park was closed, brought it to jam firmly in place. At face value, there wasn't any real reason why the gates shouldn't open, but chances are it would take a number of people to pry them open.

Dressed as: Sherlock Holmes; in the haunted house

{{OoC}}

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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

[Twankiie]

cameracamera

>>>Craig Brovinofskixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Cameramanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

● ● Near hyperventilation, Craig worked to catch up with his breath. His heart pounded in his chest with this feeling as if his chest was getting crushed with pressure. This situation—it was too much. He couldn’t do this! He couldn’t go through with this and not get caught. He knew he wasn’t that evil. No. Evil wasn’t even it. He just wasn’t that sly. He might have gotten Trenton’s phone number, but that just meant he was extremely more able to slip up. The more he spoke with the enemy, the bigger the window for blurting became. He couldn’t even repeat after his ‘coach’ right… but the things she said about Maddie—she… she was definitely the cutest girl he had ever seen. The way she giggled, the way she smiled, always talking about weddings and marriage… he’d give anything to be the guy who she was gonna marry---er! That was before! He would have given anything, right? That’s how it went. She had her chance… he was almost saure that if she took that chance late he would completely forgive her as if nothing ever happened. He would, but then Michelle opened her mouth and reminded him of what she did. Public. Humilation. She labeled him undateable. It wasn’t just her that he didn’t fit, but the whole human race. She said that and so no one had been interested in even talking to him until this make-over happened and even if he looked good now, he was still the same, lame guy that everyone but the daring avoided.

Daring… or those who wanted a good laugh.

A light blush came to Craig’s cheeks as he saw Michelle smile at his own words. He couldn’t help but feel just a little bit proud of himself for making her give him such a reaction. He wasn’t used to being able to make people smile. Around Michelle, he noticed he could do it every now and then and every time he felt this pulse inside of his chest and he felt proud every time he was able to make a girl blush. It meant that he wasn’t—that his words meant something. It was one of those things that he really liked about Micky. She… she made him feel like he was there. She helped erase the feeling of cellophane that he felt followed him—most of the time. Ah—but it would be too embarrassing to ever say something like that—and he wouldn’t want to either! If he was going to kill himself, he wouldn’t want to accidentally say something that might… he didn’t want to get into anything if he was just going to end it. It would just make everything much harder in the end and he already thought his life was complicated enough without adding in more things to think about. More people to care about when he died. He knew his dad would—but for his own selfish reasons of not wanting to be alone. He…. He’d get used to it. Craig couldn’t think about his family. He had to think about himself on this matter. He… he was done thinking about everyone else. He’d don’t that all his life and where had it gotten him? Well… it got him in a suicidal position. Hm… well… you couldn’t get to a worse position than that, could you? Ahh… what about prison? What if he got there and he couldn’t kill himself and then he had a roommate and then he had to do small favors so he didn’t--

Jensen was cracked out of the ‘what-if’ scenarios in his head when Michelle started to talk again. He felt his heart bounce in his chest and a lump get caught up in his throat. He was gonna have to be there? Before, after? He was gonna have to watch Michelle make moves on the party animal? Craig’s brows started to furrow hard together and the once light hue that tinted his cheeks became drastically darker. Craig could feel himself starting to hyperventilate. The air wanted to rush into his lungs and then back out in shallow, short breaths. He hadn’t even had his first kiss let alone watched a porno—he’d been tempted a few times. He’d almost done it, but when it came to clicking the into the websites… he just couldn’t bring himself to and he’d immediately snap the window shut and… go do something else. How could he watch someone in person… do it? Not to mention it would involve a person that he absolutely despised and a person that he actually liked… How was he supposed to be okay with that? Even if they were separated through the viewfinder. His face when a deeper as the words repeated in his head again. Before… after… the words put some horribly sketched images into his noggin. Some that probably weren’t even accurate, but they were embarrassing enough. ”But—but do you know what that—that… can you really do it Michelle? W-with him? Can you really—“ And then it struck him. Maddie liked this guy more than her. He thought about this all the time and he tried to figure out what she could possibly like about that guy and now… now Michelle, the only person he’d really consider a friend was going to fall right into the party animals trap too—what if after she did the—the… thing with him, she didn’t want to help him anymore? Like she had some realization or something? His mind was in such a panic about this that he couldn’t even hear his partner in crime plotting out the reason for him to be able to catch the picture. I-I-I change my mind. I take it back. L-let’s come up with a different plan. O-one that doesn’t h-have… h-have—where you d- don’t…I don’t care if it takes longer. I-I just so you don’t have to… with him!” He pleaded, his voice kept dropping in and out. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t… couldn’t even mention that guy and Michelle doing—having—uh… that. It would drive him crazy and even just thinking about it made his heart pound too quickly he felt like he couldn’t breathe… despite the continuation of the air in and out of his lungs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe… while at the same time he felt like he was hyperventilating.

Soon after his small plea, his body jumped in a little surprise simply from not expecting to see the jock so close by right when they were talking about him. Craig was alarmed by the woman’s brief mention and then it just made him more nervous with her code… talk… which… he didn’t completely get…. But he assumed it meant something along the lines of… the couple was splitting up soon. Craig bit his lower lip. Operation jealousy… in his stomach it felt like a million butter flies were trying to escape because… there was a billion more butterflies that were even more vicious taking up the space.

Craig tried to distract himself. It was hard. IT was so hard. His fingers fidgeted with the cloth of the dark shirt he wore. Nervously weaving it, which wasn’t a rare act to catch the nerd in on even the most normal of days. His eyes shot to the dirty fair grounds beneath their feet, trying not to look up at anyone in particular. His shoulders were even stiffer than they had been before. Act casual she says…. Jensen Craig Brovinofski didn’t know how to act normal… or he wouldn’t be the loser that he was. ”I-I-I’ll go get something.. then..” He said timidly, quiet enough that the roar of the surrounding crowd, built up from simple chatter between people was very easily able to cover just what he had been saying unless you were listening closely to what he was saying. Quickly after the statement, if you could call it that, Craig scurried off into the crowd. He needed to keep himself distracted. Good and distracted if he wanted to act normal. Acting normal… it meant standing by himself too, didn’t it? If they were near by it would make sense if he just stood in a food line on his own. Nothing would look all that out of the ordinary for him She said she didn’t want anything with onions and that it should be light…. The first thing that came to Craigs mind was a corndog. Quick and easy and… and.. god he was lame… Here he was… worried about a girl leaving him who he wasn’t even dating. Worried about a girl who he was ‘partnered with’ for job related items and still feared that she would change her mind. Here she was working so hard with him and he…. He couldn’t muster up the least bit of confidence.

His shoulders dropped as he stepped forward in line. His head kept low, though his eyes brought to peek up around him, looking at the activity, the people he knew from school, but didn’t know personally. The voices rung in his ear. The never ending string of a note, none of it made sense. It was just a long, incoherent sound of words. Craig took a deep breath and sighed as his eye rolled over the back of Maddie, his eyes delicately trailed down from the top of her golden hair to her soft, gentle looking legs and feet. Craig was pulled out of it when all of the sudden he heard the woman at the corndog booth call impatiently. Apparently it hadn’t been the first time she called next. Craig didn’t know how long he had been distracted by the beauty who—now that he looked back, he couldn’t see anymore and he took the steps forward to be up front where the cashier was. ”Just uh… two corndogs please.” He said as he normally did. Not quiet, but not loud. His head was down as his eyes avoided contact. He reached into his pocket as his request was being served. He quickly paid for the food items before he was given them and hurried back to where he had left Michelle… This time instead of being powered by the need to distract himself, this was powered by his need to be where Michelle was and somehow assure himself that they were still a team and would continue to be one for… until the end of their deal.
He felt his body perk up in a way, his shoulders raise before they came back down to try and make himself seem… not as desperate as he probably looked before he rushed to Michelle’s side. ”I hope that.. corndogs.. are okay..” He said before he swallowed a lump that crew in his throat from saying the sentence and presented the food item. ”So… it.. it’s not long.. now.. right..?” He asked hesitantly. It was going to happen. It was going to happen! And he was gonna have to watch and photograph—he needed to… he needed to pull himself out of the mess. If he was gonna have to watch, he had to detach himself somehow—but he couldn’t… do that. He wasn’t that guy. Man… this pictures were going to be crap… they were going to be… well… they were gonna be something for sure. At the thought of what was to come, his cheeks regained the color that they’d managed to drop from doing something else for that short period of time.

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

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[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
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Sometimes it's gonna be rain like this
Sometimes you're gonna feel pain like this
Sometimes you gotta work hard for it


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When Brittanya asked if there were more questions, she didn't actually expect him to ask more. Personally she didn't want to talk about this anymore. She didn't want to think that a girl she hung out with had suddenly snapped because of some issues that weren't revealed to her. She wanted to tell the detective goodbye and move off and hope that she could find someone else she recognized and let that be that. Back when she was in highschool, it wasn't like this. She didn't have to rely on someone else's permission to do something. Hell, if it was her life, then she made sure everyone knew it. She was the one calling the shots, she was the one asking the questions and withholding the right answers. Truth be told, she felt that if this detective 'viv' or whatever his name was, had things his way, then she'd be here all night. And yet he did ask more questions. He didn't even sympathize with the fact that she may have been traumatized. "Suffer, detective?" she questioned, almost as if she was daring him to repeat himself. Now how many ways she could take that and twist it around? Who knows, maybe it could be just the publicity she needed? But what was she going to get from being harrassed by a couple of drag-queens? In the end that just might be a bit on the embarrassing side.

He was asking all sorts of questions about the mirrors. Honestly she didn't fully see everything, at least at the time she was really upset with the fact that freaks in costumes kept jumping out for the joy of scaring her. She absolutely hated the haunted house, but maybe she simply hated it because she was there with someone who seemed absolutely calm the entire time. If anything she felt that Danica, out of all people, should would be scared senseless. "I--- I don't know," she began at first, frustration was definitely present this time. She didn't like being pestered with questions, but soon she brought herself to look more composed. She wouldn't reveal weakness in front of people like Nathaneal and especially not a bunch of gays and someone as weird as Hayden. "She was just...acting different, she's typically afraid or nervous when it comes to, practically anything, but she wasn't even flinching during the haunted house. I don't know if it was an accident, I just know we were in the room of mirrors--- she said she liked Halloween--- Detective, I told you what I know. Stop interrogating me." Her words were starting to be laced with annoyance. Sure he was cornering her emotionally, simply because she hated having a lot of questions directed at her at once.

It was almost like the time when she was in an interview and the reporter kept asking her questions about her relationship with Charlotte and Rebecca and the next thing she knew she felt pressure, lost her temper, and walked out of the interview. The clip played on youtube for a good bit back when Rebecca Palmer was actually alive. She hated being emotionally bullied, and that's what she felt this Asian guy was doing. She was at the point where she was simply going to say 'good day', and walk away, but didn't. Forcing an exit might bring him to do something like physically stop her. If it came to that, she might wind up losing it. Perhaps she was overexaggerating, but that's the way she is. Then that's when she noticed Hayden being allowed to go to the bathroom. She furrowed her brows, why on earth wasn't she being asked? "You know, Hayden is technically Dani's bestfriend. They've been friends for years. If you want to know anything, then you should ask her." And what do you know, next thing she knew, Hayden was saying weird things about a guy who had approached her. "Sketchy," she muttered, though soon said more clearly. "See?"

Though, that's when it really hit her what Hayden just said. She said that she saw someone...so wait, she knew who did this? The blood, the mirror in the bathroom? If she knew, then why was she acting the way she had been? She blinked a few times, but was definitely to the point where she just wanted to leave. Besides, the detectives would most likely focus their attention on her. She wasn't sure if that was true. He simply seemed like he was more focused on her, like she was the gold mine of information. So she took a step back, it seemed like a good start. "Who knows, maybe walking around will jog my memory or something, and perhaps I'll be able to be a bit more helpful". None of this was hot, for all she knew Nate was grouping her in with one of these crazy people. And what about that guy dressed as Tinkerbell? Honestly, there were just too many drag queens. Personally she felt that she was the only 'queen' around here, and there was nothing drag about it. Then that's when a thought occurred to her, what if those two detectives, weren't really detectives. It could have been just a big elaborate costume with multiple parts? It was Halloween! Now she felt silly for being caught up in it, but even if it was a practically joke, then how would that explain the whole Dani thing? The fact that she was passed out in the bathroom, the fact that medics really did have to be gathered...

How was that part of the joke?

Unless she was being punked. Her eyes trailed around. She saw cameras in various places, but they were mainly being held by people, filming other things for their memories. If this was part of a joke, she was ready for Ashton Kutcher to just walk out and for everyone around her to start laughing so she could get her own laugh over with.

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

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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
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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



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[Unique Romance]

[✖✖]Ryder Jean Fornell[✖✖]

xxxxI t didn't take long for Trenton to answer Ryder's question of whether or not to help Jim find the red head. Eventually she introduced herself as did he by adding in he thought she would have been an Allison or Rachel. The female scrunched her nose at such names "Nah, I'm a Ryder. Those names totally don't suit me." she said laughing to make sure he didn't think she was upset or anything. Studding him she wondered, did he look like a Trenton? No more like a Brent or Adam or something, she was about to state her findings but she realized he had in fact asked her a question. Taking a moment to actually think about what she was about to say she sighed "I have just been so busy and haven't been able to sleep for weeks. I guess the sleep got the better of me this time" she said not making eye contact. She did not want to elaborate on the specific reasons of why she was sleep deprived, especially not to Trenton. In all honest that conversation was reserved for the likes of Jim Parkerson, he would be the only person who'd actually be able to help her.

xxxxR y d e r was delighted to find out that Trenton worked at the haunted house and that he was 'off shift', the fact that he worked there was all the better. Getting lost was not the in her best interest, maybe she'd end up suffering the same fate as the others since there was some killer playing with peoples minds. Wait, did that red head get murdered, hopefully not... not that she knew who she was but Ryder really didn't want to be around another murder. Before she could even make up her mind to go or not her hand was suddenly grabbed and she was being led towards the back entrance of the Haunted House. The fact that he was holding her hand instantly made her cheeks burn. The logical explanation of him holding her hand was frankly so she didn't get lost, but it still made her blush. The woman hadn't had contact with a male for a year and some for crying out loud. The duo walked thought the House a little bit, it didn't take long to find Jim. Jim immediately addressed her with an apology for not recognizing her outside. Smiling she nodded "It's okay Jim." she said politely. The blonde wasn't mad or anything, a little disappointed maybe but definitely not mad.

xxxxR y d e r stayed silent while Trenton talked to Jim, she nearly jumped when he let go of her hand. She was so concentrated on the fact they were holding hands, that's why she jumped when he let go. As she listened to the two of them talk she took mental notes of the description given by Jim, it was kind of odd that he didn't know more about it being a detective and all. Original costume, corset and the colors green and white... intriguing. Hearing a pair of footsteps in the distance she went up on her tipsy toes, looking over Jim's shoulder. Upon seeing a smallish body coming towards them she watched it a moment until the minimal lighting shone on the person's head revealing a slight red tinge. Pointing her finger she was about to ask if that was her but she had already called out for Mr. Parkerson, clearly it was her. Looking over at the woman who had just arrived, she did have vibrant red hair, she seemed very different almost Gody like. "Uhh, we're glad you're alright." she said to the woman before the conversation between she and Jim began. Standing around wasn't something Ryder really wanted to do especially in a Haunted House, but they had to reunite and talk about everything, which frankly was something she didn't care much about. She got herself lost, no need in bitching about it and making people feel sorry for her. Looking around she totally wanted to explore the building, taking a step away from the crowd of three other people.

xxxxE x p l o r i n g was what she wanted to do, walking into the Haunted House she didn't care that she was going the wrong way through. The place seemed rather fun and she needed a good laugh. Finding a staircase she walked up it without caring about where it lead. Before she knew it she was in a place full of mirrors, looking at herself in the mirror she went over how beautiful she looked. Then in the corner of her eye she noticed a mass that didn't seem to belong. Turning around quickly she laughed, "Very funny Trenton!" for some strange reason the person standing there didn't seem to be Trenton. Fear was beginning to settle in, she remembered the way she walked in and headed towards that way when suddenly her arm was grabbed which stopped her dead in her tracks. "Haha, okay I'm good you can let go now..." she said pulling her arm from the man, he had a deathly grip on her. "I said! Let GO!" she yelled starting to feel very afraid, not caring that her voice echoed through the room. One last tug and there was a stinging to her arm before she was shoved, or what she assumed as a shove when really the man was trying to prevent her from falling but over justified his arm, of course she lost her balance and fell down the stairs onto her rump at the bottom. "What the hell was that, I should sue you!" she yelled up at the man who obviously worked here. As she attempted to get up from the floor she realized her ankle was a bit sore and the blue dress was a tad ripped on the left side. Anger coursed through her, this dress was pretty expensive and she wasn't impressed it was ripped, let alone her ankle hurt. It was easier said than done, getting up that is, the dress she was wearing seemed to be a little too poofy. "Uhh, guys? Can someone please help me up!? she called down the walk way towards the group she had just left. Little did she know that when she descended down the small flight of stairs a nail that was sticking out along the wall near the bottom had slashed open her forearm.

xxxxS h o r t l y after being assisted and getting over the embarrassment of not being able to get up independently she decided she wanted to leave. Walking towards the door an odd feeling of awkwardness, almost fear washed over her. Pressing the door it wouldn't open, maybe it was a pull door... not like she could see if there was a label saying what to do because of the minimal light available. The door simply wouldn't budge. Pushing again, this time with all her might... the door opened again but hit something enabling a tin like ding to occur. Peaking through the door she could see the two gate doors together. She remembered seeing them tied back when Trenton pulled her in. Gasping she turned around allowing the door to close behind her. "Uhh Huston, we have a problem." she quoted off some old movie or show her grandfather used to watch when she was a child. "Surely it isn't closing time already?" she said looking at Trenton curious if it was in fact closing time and there was a lot of time missed. If it was closing time, where did all the time go? It had pretty much disappeared right before her eyes. Feeling a slight ticking feeling along her arm that was at her side she used her free hand to wipe it not knowing it was blood from the symbol carved into her arm. It still stung but Ryder thought nothing of it, besides it was to dark to see anything anyways. "Well I'm going to try and make my way to the front, come along if you want..." little did she know that the place had turned into a mini maze and she wouldn't be able too. Eventually someone bumped into her in her travels...

[✖✖]Ⓣⓗⓔ Ⓟⓡⓞⓣⓔⓢⓣⓔⓡ ☠[✖✖]

Currently; In the Haunted House.
Costume


EDITED... again

[[ OOC; Well I guess I can wait for Theo's text until my next post.
Gah I hope this post is okay I kind of wung it, it's so much longer than I thought it was going to be!!. Just for the record I was a bit confused by the description of where the gates were so I just kinda made them close behind the doors of the haunted house, kind to add a bit more suspense to the fact of being locked in. ]]

[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




There were stories about people having ‘out of body’ experiences. Some other stories talked about how some people felt as though someone else was controlling them. Hayden had heard of both. The first usually applied to people who had ‘died’ for a few seconds. Those people kept saying they could ‘see’ what was going on around them, as though they were looking from above. The second set of stories mostly came from murderers, or people that had committed things that were horrible. They couldn’t remember a thing, or said they couldn’t, and kept saying that someone else had made them do something. No, Hayden hadn’t actually heard anyone speak about it, but she had read about it. She had always believed they were lies, something that people kept saying to get attention. It couldn’t be possible for something of the sort to happen. Nothing explained it, and besides, how could someone be there but… not? Hayden had never thought something like that would happen to her. Although, it wasn’t exactly one or the either, more of a mix of both.

She couldn’t understand how it happened. One moment, she was with Nathanael and Britannya, and the next, it was like it wasn’t her anymore. She could still see and hear what was going on, but she had no control over her body. She was speaking, but she didn’t mean to. She didn’t even know why she was speaking. It was like someone else was controlling her. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? And yet, for what felt like hours, Hayden had no control about anything at all. Worse of all, as time ticked by, everything became sort of… blurry. Where everything had been clear at first, things became confusing after a while, the words not sounding the same it seemed, the things she could ‘see’ seeming different. It was all very confusing, and at some point, she just stopped trying to figure everything out. Whatever was going on, it would pass soon right? This could not last forever. And so, she just… blanked out, in a way. Much like she did whenever she was scared, Hayden spaced out, pushing everything far away.

It wasn’t long after she took that decision that she was suddenly ‘returned’ to her body. Whatever had happened before, it was over. With a slight gasp, she was back to having full control. She blinked a few times, quickly, before looking around. She was in the bathroom, but how exactly she had gotten here, she wasn’t sure. She looked around, eyes falling on the detective and her still unconscious friend. Now, Hayden was not the type to lose control of her emotions. She had learned a long time ago that it did nothing. She was usually good at hiding whatever she was feeling. But today, after this… experience, it was harder. Having absolutely no control over your body, barely remembering what had happened during that time, it was a whole different story from what she had lived through before. This was, to her anyways, on a whole new level, even scarier that other things she had seen and lived herself. And, unfortunately for her, it showed. She was trembling slightly, and she moved her arms, wrapping them around herself, to try and control that.

Her eyes dropped, going to her friend on the ground, the blood around her. She took a step back, partly even more confused, partly more afraid. And then she looked at the people in the bathroom, a slight frown appearing on her face. How had she gotten here? “I…” she started, opening her mouth. “What… happened?” she asked, blinking rapidly again. She racked her brain, trying to figure it out. She had spoken to Britannya about Dani, about how weird she had been acting. And then that… thing happened, whatever it was. From there, it was a blur. She had spoken to someone, but she wasn’t sure who, or even what they had spoken about. She did remember someone grabbing her, but nothing more than that. And it couldn’t have been something bad, or she would have known… right?





[ooc: blergh… but I felt the need to post. I hope it’s okay. ]

[mokiepuppymaster]

7H3 KiiLL3R
Pii3C3 BY Pii3C35; Bii7 BY Bii7


A smirk was placed clearly on the killer's face, though suddenly a sharp pain ran through his body. It was a sharp unnerving feeling, that felt as if someone had stabbed right through what have been his heart, that is if he had one. A gasp escaped his lips, followed by a forceful grunt as he bore down his teeth. Controlling Hayden's body at that time he grabbed a hold of his head, on the verge of wanting to injure the girl in order to stay in control. He didn't have what he needed yet. He didn't have that phone to hand off to his Puppet. He didn't have the chance to wrap his borrowed hands around Piran's neck and choke the ever-loving life out of him. He couldn't breathe, and that heavy feeling was about him. It was almost as if his vision was spinning, it was a layering effect, the ground beneath him felt lopsided. Nothing was level. And finally he detached from her, but this time wasn't drawn back into the mirror. Instead his presence was simply in the bathroom. His aura, or however anyone wanted to explain it left an eerie chill within the room. The temperatures were drastically lower, even for October's autumn weather. All he was thinking about was the fact that this meant he'd have to alter his plan slightly. In order for that to happen, it meant he'd need a different sort of distraction. If it couldn't be a verbal one, then he'd have to go for a physical or visual one.

In a swift motion the bathroom stalls doors started trembling upon their henges, unfortunately he couldn't get all of them to swing open. Out of the four, only one had. He was exhausting himself; this wasn't last time with Miss Palmer. His new host wasn't vengeful enough to make him feel like a true threat. Perhaps they were thinking the same thing? Perhaps they were willing to rule everything out as having a reasonable explanation? The water in the sinks start running on their own, and the flickering of the lights lasted longer than before hand. Rather than being something that rivaled blinking; it was as if someone had honestly turned off the lights for two seconds before turning them back on. But suddenly everything was normal once more. Then as suddenly as everything had been happening, his presence started tugging towards Kyle. Just as a voice as soft as the wind whispered in his ear, "A house of frights my puppet...a true show...awaits."

And with that he disappeared. But that didn't mean that he wouldn't send a message. To the detectives? Of course not. They had enough to play around with at the moment. Besides, he figured that too much information at once could possibly be more than they could handle at once. Instead it was another to the Adventurist:

Curiosity; is it your friend or foe?
Are you desperate for thrill?
Perhaps you'd rather save
Them instead? Am I correct?
Unless you play by rules,
Rain of blood will gather
Everyone close to you will
Disappear. H.House is open.
7h3r3 is only one showing
7rue gold my dear.

For those in the haunted house, even though it was completely man-made, for some reason the halls seemed to...change, like a labyrinth. Even if the group tried retracing their steps back to the entrance, they most likely wouldn't be able to locate it. He was coming...he wanted Charlotte to realize that he was...

((Short because it's a NPC sort of thing))

[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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"Think, Piran, What game?" The words of his partner echoed in the detective’s head. They bounced off of the walls around his brain, tried to escapes through the small canals in his ears, but just got flung back in towards his Neocortex. This was all very familiar. The set up; the texts… actually, Piran felt like he’d known since the first text… since the first threat that felt familiar and made his skin crawl, he just didn’t want to admit it as a possibility. He wanted to believe that that person would always be gone now. That he couldn’t come back. Technically the male wasn’t even… real. He was an imaginary friend of a darker sort… and how they finally defeated him… Piran wasn’t even sure. He just… disappeared when Jimmy shot him that time. The fact that Kyle had appeared… and when he did; he said that the game was starting again only told Piran that he couldn’t... he couldn’t ignore it as a possibility anymore. Not when it had suddenly become the biggest one. The messages on Vivi’s phone sent excited chills down Piran’s spine. At every turn, the part of him that liked that game wanted to think it would come back, but the mature part of Piran didn’t want to believe that it would due to how many people got hurt.

He hated that. He hated how he couldn’t keep himself together. How he was either excited for the game and didn’t care who got hurt or he was feeling really bad because he shrugged off his responsibilities and got pulled into the puzzles that he’d allowed people to die. The fact that this girl here wasn’t dead… but was just passed out made him feel more at ease, but it was just like the calm before the storm. Just like the big party on the boat where everyone had fun up until something happened. Something… that even Piran couldn’t remember to this very day aside from the smell of strawberries that filled the air before everything was just… gone.

Piran’s eyes shot up to the door as he heard the woman he invited entered. ”You’re welcome. I figured; it’s not really a by the book crime scene since she just lost control, got sick, and passed out. So as long as you stayed clear of this area anyways,” His hands indicated the area around where the girl was passed out on the floor as well as the sinks and mirrors that were affected. ”Then it wouldn’t matter.” He finished with a smile on his lips. As he talked so casually, the detective still kept an eye on the woman to see just what she would do. She had barged in here all of the sudden after they had gotten here and so eagerly demanded to use the toilet. Surely this wasn’t the only one in the fairgrounds—what with the number of people here, it would be ludicrous. His eyes kept on her though, weren’t intense to try and hide that he cared what she did. He didn’t want to be obvious and he didn’t want to appear as anything more than friendly at the moment. His jade pools even took special interest in the stall that the brunette glanced at for just a moment. It made him even more suspicious of it because she only looked at it for a second or two—as if she tried to hide it.

”I think she’ll be okay. The paramedics are on their way, so we’ll be able to make sure and… I have an option that I can take to protect someone too, so I hope that’ll keep her or someone else out of danger.” Piran replied, keeping himself as vague as possible. He didn’t want to let a stranger—much less someone he was suspicious of of his plans or the ‘deal’ sent to him by the killer. He hadn’t even told his partner about it when he knew that he should have. He knew he should get the opinions of his partner before he ever does anything drastic but… maybe he was partially fearful that Vivi would tell him not to do it and maybe he was afraid of not getting to play the game… or help anyone in the end.
For her following question, Piran wasn’t sure on how to answer it. He didn’t want to be the person that scares people with what is really possible. Murderers always had a pattern and they hardly ever stopped at one person and assuming this is… Waldo, making his return then… then there is no way that he would be done after simply knocking one person out and breaking a couple of mirrors. The ravenette nibbled on his bottom lip lightly. ”Actually, I think it’s really likely he’ll do it again.” Piran tried to hide his hesitance in saying that with a small smile that kind of showed how he didn’t like saying what he was. Though he didn’t even continue in saying how he thought worse was coming. ”I think it’s better to travel in groups the rest of tonight too. So if you came with friends and stuff, stick by ‘em and do some group activities.” He put it the lightest way he possible could right now.

Jones was having just a little bit of an issue at the moment. He couldn’t… pause the feel of his heart in his chest. He couldn’t really calm himself down. His heart felt like it skipped a beat when he heard his phone go off in his bag. There were so many possibilities, his mind thought, that could be calling this very moment. He thought it could be Jimmy; the whole idea of Waldo being back started to throw his mind into the past. The fact that he’d just seen Jimmy less than an hour ago… put the man in his mind. Told Piran he was nearby and when they worked together, there was never a moment where Piran didn’t think about how the man was always there when he needed him most. He shook the thought from his head as he reached for his phone. He heard the woman’s voice come up once more, but simply listened as he went to his bag and pulled out his own phone to check the message. He paused and looked up as she stated there was another person. A man… talking non-sense. ”Ahhh shoot.” He whined in a murmur to himself. This wasn’t sounding all that good. ”What was he saying? Do you remember?” Piran questioned, this time, his eyes back on her as he held his phone in his hand. The Waldo case… was the only case Pai could think of that he was involved in that so heavily relied on texting as a form of communication and trying to figure out the next steps quickly.

With that fresh in his mind, the phone in the detective’s hand run a second time—and he could ear Vivi’s from inside his bag where he placed it after he finished reading the messages. They were both getting messages—that was definitely not a good sign… Piran looked down at the screen on his phone. It read ’3 new messages’ which cause a lump to form in his throat. He didn’t waste any time in opening the first of the messages as his mind hoped that Vivi would come back soon before he had to cut the questioning short. His eyes peeked up ever couple of moments to check on the brunette to see if she were going to do what she said or to make sure she wasn’t tampering with anything as he went to the messages from the unknown numbers first. Time perfectly mirrors itself… That could be anything—11:11 or.. 12:21, 01:10… But Waldo had to have a certain time in mind. And if it was that first number coming up… that would only be about fifteen minutes away. And there was already a mention of his next target. Someone involved with the media—the news, newspaper—something like that. Who knew how many journalists or reports there were here tonight though. Shoot. He needed to get Vivi… now.

Before he did that, he flipped to the second message from the unknown number to see if there were any other clues that he could use. Piran only got to run through the text before he heard an alarmed mumble. His eyes came up to look at the woman he’d invited into the bathroom. Her whole… her whole posture was different. She was more defensive and startled than she was before. Her footing was off, her confidence and pushiness from before was gone and the words from her mouth conveyed a completely different emotion than not five minutes ago, and that wasn’t even counting the words.
Piran’s eyes flickered. ”You came in here to use the restroom.” Piran informed her delicately, but with a friendly tone in his voice. ”You don’t remember anything?” Piran asked lightly. This wasn’t good. This was so not good at all. Was… was who was just in here… this couldn’t be another Miss Nix, could it? He had to make sure… had to… make sure before he… assumed that.. who was just in here with him… Piran’s heart sped up a bit as his lips tingled in remembrance of the last time he saw Waldo. ”You don’t… I’m sorry if this sounds random; but you’ve never been diagnosed with multiple personalities or anything before, have you?” It wasn’t a normal question, and who said that someone would even admit to having DID if they did have it? He just hoped for the best as he slowly moved towards the door so he could call his partner back in. He was definitely needed in here more than out there right now… and their backup was on it’s way. Five minutes could soooo feel like an hour in difficult situations.

”Excuse me for just a moment.” He said after he’d reached the door. Pai went no further than he did last time he was by the door. He pushed it open, but instead of inviting another civilian in, he said, ”Vi, uhm.. could you come in here really quick?” Okay, he lied. It wouldn’t be really quick. It would be a… we need to jump into this situation right now. Piran felt only a bit of relief as he saw some of the other officers from the department on their way in with a medic to take care of the body. As long as they had this site covered, it meant Garvey and himself could get down to the dirty work. The stuff that… that they were specifically messaged for. Pai.. didn’t think that Waldo had called everyone or this place would be so far evacuated or at least crawling with cops.

As Piran shut the door again and went back into the bathroom for the time, he quickly stepped over to where there was a number of broken shards of glass on the ground and pocketed one quickly. He’d need it. He wasn’t about to let someone else get hurt because he didn’t do anything. Though he knew he couldn’t do anything in the bathroom as it would disturb the crime scene. He would have to make his move after he left. Find somewhere else to plant his pant for Waldo. Eyes trailed back down to his phone. One more message. The only reason Pai went back to it… was because it was from Kenny. From an officer who’d dealt with this before and one that Pai trusted. It was something there could never be enough of. Quickly, he typed up a message reply to Ken; It was short and to the point because Piran did not want to waste time right now. He… wanted so much to get started on this hunt that he was going to win. He was gonna win this faster than the last time.

Not so good.
I think Waldo’s back.
xxPai

The detective dropped his arm after he sent the message off. Even just saying that in a text… thinking he was back… made Piran’s body react with anticipation. Hrader, stronger than before.Medics had already infiltrated the space and were checking the unconscious girl as they prepared to move her, get her out of here to a safer place for her to recover… like… the hospital. His eyes jumped back to the woman he’d been sharing this room with for only a short period of time. ”What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked, ”if you don’t mind me asking.” He added, keeping it casual and not demanding as the situation could so easily, so easily become a very tense one and that wouldn’t be good for anyone. If it really was Waldo who was here now… the stress levels could not go up. Pai could never forget anything about that case. How intense it was. How many people died, how long and hard—Jimmy got shot more than once.

A small whimpered passed Piran’s throat as he felt the growing feeling of uselessness. He hated this. The time was getting shorter by the second. Garvey didn’t know the first thing about Waldo… and Jimmy—he didn’t have anything to contact Jimmy with. To make it worse… Kyle was.. Kyle was right out there… out in the open to be swallowed up by something dark again—to hurt someone with his own hands. It’s not something Piran ever wanted to see again.

◇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

[midgetminion]

7H3 60LDDii663R, Miss Sebastian
iiN70 7H3 H4UN73D H0US3


When Piran had looked surprised about her being a painter, Isolde rose a brow as she answered. Her lips parted as she was about to answer, however Piran had started to ask another question. This time, he was assuming that she owned an independent business. Well, technically did. Izzy wasn't the type to want to rely on a pimp to get her clients. Sure, it took a while to get regulars that she had today, but it all paid off. Other than making public corner appearances, she had a website for advertizing. The fact that it looked professional and was always updated was thanks to some computer nerd that she would have sex with every now and then for payment. The website was what attracted her big dollar customers, such as the member of the senate and other politicians. However, it wasn't as if she was worried about one of them turning her in, due to the fact that they dirtied their hands as well. So unless they wanted to have to step down, then Isolde was positive that her secret was well kept. It was perfect in her eyes. A genuine, fool-proof way to make thousands of dollars in exchange for something as easy as sex. Who cares if she was ruining relationships by becoming someone's mistress. If any of her clients actually believed that they could buy her love, then they were stupid. "It is rather pretty cool," she agreed as the a smirk played at her lips.

In her mind, the detective had no idea that she wasn't a painter at all. After all, his excitable personality made it hard for her to take him seriously. Which is why she didn't think she was risking anything by further her conversation with Piran. Her expression clearly displayed confidence. The only reason that it had suddenly faltered was that the detective was asking another question, being up what she had mentioned earlier- speaking of a special client that she would only leave for. "Oh..." left her lips as she quickly pulled on a smile, trying to recall what exactly had she said that could make him think that. Could it have been the itch comment? But wait, when she said that, it sounded like she was a masseuse. Dammit. What if he realized that. When has a painter ever needed to scratch an itch? Oh well, it was too late to change up her story now without seeming suspicious. "In an independent business, if the client pays well, then it's my obligation to move them to the prioety list." It was another true fact for her, yet Izzy assumed it could be applicable to a painting business as well. Even a detective should know the importance of money. Everyone knows that people have been paid off to drop lawsuits and charges.

As the other's phone played a song, she found herself asking about his job. After all, she was curious if he could possibly someone that she could trust. After all, she figured that having an inside guy would be beneficial. It only issue was that she needed to see if he was straight-laced or not. Upon hearing that he loved his job, Izzy brought a hand to her hip. Oh yeah, his boy scout answer made her figure that he wouldn't be any use to her, which was disappointing, but definitely not a fact that would ruin her evening. "How admirable," she answered, yet felt her phone vibrating once more. It couldn't be helped that the masked woman rolled her eyes as she wondered if it was the same person from the phone call. Looking down at the number, she saw that it was. 'Honestly, some people do not know how to take no as an answer,' crossed her thoughts as a small sigh slipped passed her red lips. She was about to thumb in a response, however Piran suddenly mentioned that he may have to go soon. "Pity," she simply replied, especially because now she knew she had some free time, which was tempting her to take the politician up on his offer. As Piran text, she weighed the pros and cons. If she did a quickly, then she could make some quick money. Money lead to nice, new things. Isolde loved new things. However, if she didn't go, then she could hang out with her bestfriend. 'But then that dog will be there.' Izzy honestly didn't like Theo, so that pretty much made that con into a pro for seeing her client.

Hearing Piran dismiss himself, she offered a seductive wave as she said, "The feeling's mutual," about meeting him. Not that she was done with him, the whore reponded to her text, saying that she would meet up with her client, as long as he came to the festival. After all, she didn't feel like doing a lot of driving right now. Wouldn't you know that less than a minute later, he replied, revealing the fact that he was already here. Why didn't that surprise her? One hand played with the tail of her whip as she set up a meeting spot. It wasn't exactly classy, but they settled on the woods that were on the outskirts of the festival. It wouldn't be the first time she had sex outside. And the fact that the woods would be dark gave cover. Besides, no one carried to venture out into them at night, so she doubted they would be found out. Once she reached the area, the golddigger leaned up against a tree, waiting. Right before she was about to complain about becoming bored, the client showed up, which made her grin. "You aren't empty handed are you?" she questioned as her hand continued to stroke the length of the whip. She was about to walk away when she heard he didn't bring cash. The only reason she stopped was because the male handed her a box. Opening it, Isolde's eyes widened as a smile spread across her face. Now he was speaking her language. Inside was a diamond choker. As she admired it before clipping the black band around her neck, the love sick client went on about how he planned to leave his wife for her, and to just 'give him time'. Although Izzy didn't seem interested in listening, and decided to go ahead and get the dirty part over with.

When everything was over, both parties were pleased. Isolde joined the festival once more, checking her costume to make everything was back in place, along with the new addition. In no way did she plan on marrying the other like he wanted her to but she would continue milking it for all it was worth. Honestly, she didn't know how much he spent on the necklace, but figured that it had to be a lot. She figured that it was about time to meet up with her friend and show off the new jewelry, but she wasn't sure where to start looking. Maybe the haunted house? As she walked over to it, the girl pulled out her personal cell. This one didn't have any of the incriminating clients on it, but was solely used for friends and family. Isolde wasn't too surprised to see that Maddie had text her, but the fact that she was just now replying to the text sent hours ago was ridiculous. Most likely was because she was hanging all over her boyfriend. She really wished that the blonde would open her eyes to the fact that she was being cheated on. Although, hearing that she wouldn't have to hang around the party-animal, and that they could just have girl time was nice. She knew that the necklace would come up, but she already knew what to say. Just like any other time when she got something as a gift, she would say that it was a late birthday or early birthday present, some guy trying to win her heart, or a relative gave it to her. This time, saying that a boy gave it to her wouldn't be a lie, since he had. She would just leave out the sex part.

I'm going thru d haunted
house as catwoman. but
were do u wanna meet? +
I got sumthin 2 show you!

After being warned not to go into the haunted house by the door greeter, Izzy simply said "I'm a big girl, I don't scare easily," then walked in. She wasn't fearless, but she figured that Maddie had already been inside of here and wanted to check it out for herself. Too bad she was unaware the the exit to the haunted house was locked.

[rajio_obake]

Oh-oooh!Madεlεiηε Darcy Siηclair

I want your ugly xxxxxxxxxxxx I want your disease
I want your everything xxxxxxxxxxxx As long as its freexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I want your xx l o v exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Love-love-love

xxxxxI want your love

It may have only been a brief moment she saw the dark haired male talking to Trent or near Trenton for that matter and she couldn’t say she could place his face with anything. It just looked to blurry and he left so fast… But she’d been told he was fine and not to worry about it so she did just that. Sure it wasn’t like a suggestion she’d get from Izzy. They were guys. However they knew more about ‘guy stuff’ and their issues than she did… Though at times she wished she could know what guys were thinking that way she can figure out how to please Theo more often. And no not in the sexual fantasy sort of way, though she has gone along with it whenever he desires or asks, but more so in what foods does he liked cooked… What sort of places he thinks are romantic to go on dates to. Where they should get married, have their honeymoon, how many children they’d want to raise. For Maddie she wanted a big full house. Maybe even the Brady Bunch, minus the divorce and remarriage, three girls three boys. She could handle giving birth to that many kids, sure her Mom couldn’t, but she could. And if that didn’t work there was always the surrogate mother option. ‘Now do I put me egg and Theo’s sperm in her… or do we use her eggs in my sperm…. Would Theo want to have a natural injection?’ By ‘natural’ Madeleine was think ‘sleep with her in order to impregnate instead of injecting the other girl via a doctor and a syringe’… So many thoughts to think about when you’re waiting for mister right to propose to you, maybe they’d figure something out soon. After all they did have an anniversary coming up soon and Maddie had still yet to figure if she wanted to cook dinner or go out to eat. And the whole answers of what a guy wants comes back and it starts full circle. Oh if only she could have these answers and more than she would be happy.

After saying the hellos to Trenton and asking about the park and other activities of the such Maddie just tried to play it nice and make sure she didn’t embarrass her boyfriend after his first weeks of being allowed out of the hospital he had recovered a fast that was for sure. But there was still the chance he could puke up blood at any moment and the clueless blonde wanted to make sure she was here so she would be able to watch and call for help when and if it happens. Of course if she wasn’t around because Izzy called her back telling Maddie where she was and where they wanted to hang out then Maddie would be able to count on Trent to watch over Theo, right? They were best friends after all. So they HAD to have each other’s backs… It was only fact. Like how she knew Izzy would have her back in every issue…. Okay not really everything, because would Izzy look at her the same if she knew her blonde friend has been taking pin-up pictures for the Party-Animal since they started dating his senior year? What would she think of her if she found out… What would anyone think of her?! Maddie didn’t really like to view herself as the slutty type because she only slept with her boyfriend, each during the respective time they were dating.. Meaning, when she dated Jeff she slept with Jeff. She didn’t sleep with anyone else. But he broke her heart and broke up with her and the blonde didn’t go and sleep around with someone to make herself feel better. No! That’d be nasty. She slept alone in her room with her old stuffed animals and chocolate candy lip gloss. Now after Jeff she met Theo and when she dated Theo… Well… You already know. But she never cheated on him she was faithfully to him.

The guys exchanged a few words as Madeleine stood quietly and obediently by Theo’s side. She looked up at him after he said he wanted to get food. “Oh, that sounds like a good plan... She hasn’t texted me back.. But no worries I’ll try not to bother you guys as much as possible..” They hadn’t drove through McDonalds or Burger King on their way here… since they were too busy with other activities… Maybe she should have offered to pull over to one… The thought hadn’t crossed her mind that he might be hungry. She assumed he wasn’t without really asking. But there were things on her mind, that yes she had conveniently forgotten something, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t thinking things. Snuggling his arm some more she hummed a bit before lowly wondering allowed, “What do you have a craving for?” Of course she didn’t want to say it too loud he might want to talk to Trent more and she didn’t want to keep him away from his friends. But when they got there the question answered itself and he asked if they wanted something.. He was offering to pay for their food or snacks even though Maddie had money, (in her cleavage), and Trent most likely had his money.... “Could I get a water?” She asked for many reasons, one water was her favorite drink, two it had virtually no calories, three it was cheaper than soda and anything else on the menu, and four.. well she needed a little rehydration and that was about it. But before anything else was said Trent ran to go check out of.... something leaving Theo and Maddie alone. She didn’t let out a sigh though... but figured she could stay with him a while before Trent got back.

Taking a sip of her water her phone went off and when she flipped it open it was that mystery number again... Her eyes widened a little was the mystery person going to take her up on the offer.... If so that be great. It would relax her and she wouldn’t have to worry about her children, and her children’s children... Knowing about the shame she had brought upon the Sinclair name... Not that she viewed it as shame she was doing it to make someone happy... And if Theo was happy she was happy, as already stated many times before... Still she thought long and hard remembering what she could from health class... The class that she spent slipping notes to people instead of actually paying attention. She was going to text them back. The thought of calling back the person being the furthest from her mind... She figured there was some way the other end would just go to static and this was only a phone that made text messages or maybe it was like a computer on the other end.. That be really creepy to be on the other end with so as she pondered who was the unknown sender on the other end.

W3ll…. Uh… ! hav3 1oo$ 0n m3
but !f u n33d m0r3…. ! d0n’t g3t
!t t!ll l8r.. !f !t’z s3x u want… !‘m
n0t g0nna ch3at 0n my BF... S0rry.

The thought of asking how or why they were blackmailing her didn’t come to mind at all as she just took a few more sips of water glancing at Theo who’s friend had still yet to come back, “Are you okay hun?” She asked concerned, “I know you wanted to hang out with you bestie... you think he got caught up in something?” asking questions was really the one thing she was genuinely good at. Because she was ‘Clueless’ so she questioned almost everything. It was just the answers that she wasn’t good at taking though. She stretched and moved over to give him a kiss on the lips, “Guess we’ll just have to wait for our friends to text or something...” Though when she suggested this her phone went off and glancing at the screen a giddy smile came across her face because it was from Izzy however she felt horrible that Trent was still no where to be seen or heard from her perspective. “Izzy texts me she’s at the Haunted House... I dun wanna go there though... too scary... so I’m just going to stay with you till she gets back.. Or maybe we could go together because Trent said he was there too.... Maybe we’d see them both.. and you can be with Trent and I’ll go with Isolde.. It works, right?” She said it faster than she processed and had a huge smile on near the end when she started piecing it all together.

I’11 head 0vr 2 m33t u th3r ! dun
wanna g0 !ns!de th0ugh... may
g3t l0st w/o u or Theo... S0 !’11
wa!t for u 2 c0m3 0ut soon... !f
!’m n0t at th3 3ntranc3 !’11 b sur3
2 tell u ;] buhhhhh- ooohhhhh
what !s !t? d0 ! g3t a h!nt? at all...?
:3

When she stood up to stretch she thought she saw something happen off the corner of her eye. Like Freddie Kruger popping out to tell her this was a nightmare and a cold spike of adrenline rushed through her system... But she calmed down and breathed deeply for a while finishing off her water and kissing Theo’s cheek. “So are you ready to go find them or would you rather wait for them to come back...? I forgot when this closes.. Do you remember?” Yes Maddie was asking her boyfriend who has been out cold unconscious for a while what was going on with the park. But weren’t guys supposed to know this stuff regardless of anything? It was a sixth sense they had right? Maddie didn’t want to leave early she just didn’t want to hit bad traffic driving home... Especially with the broken rear view mirror.

Costume:
Fox Ears ;; Fox Tail ;; Rest of Costume -Minus Bunny Ears-

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, your bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance~