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

[Faffleopoly]

Garvey "Vivi" Talib Sullivan

The Superstitious

People think I'm insane

Because I am frowning all the time

The girl was gone. So was the young woman with memory problems. So was the feeling of being watched. Piran, however, was still acting strange. He was more thoughtful that usual, not focused, or alert. that piece of glass meant something, and he wanted to know what. His on mind was ticking. Like a granfather clock. His internal mechanisms telling him his was 11:03. The wish of 11:11 would be soon. The words from one of the texts floated across his mind Digital and mirrored my appointment is set. Oh, and don't forget to make a wish. The time of wish making that was 'mirrored' on a digital clock was 11:11. He only ever thought of the time because he wished on it every chance he got. So he knew that tonight... He wouldn't be looking for his clock, but for a victim, or a dead body. It was time to figure things out. Piran had mentioned a deal with the devil... The killer? Who was he killing tonight? Where? Think... All the old records... There were some things in the notes he'd looked over about the mansion near here, about all the deaths before the cruise. Then the cruise. There had been some speculation that they were linked, but no evidence. Only the notes held the questions... but what did that have to do with this? The cruise long over, the killer dead... The broken mirror in the Haunted house bugged him. The girl going there, 'acting strange'. The reaction of the mirror in here... Were they linked what was going on? If he felt frustrated and tried to make his mind click as the passage of time ticked on in his brain every second flowing through his fingers like sand. I have an exchange with the devil... Piran's words kept popping into his head eating away at him like acid. The killer had most likely sent his partner a message that Vivi had not received... and it was probably important. Why else would Piran be distracted? Or need a piece of glass in his bag? Cursed glass. He realized he hadn't gotten to wash the pieces in spring water yet. Not good, NOT good... He forced his mind back on track with great effort his hands itching with the compulsive need to take the shard from the smaller man's bag and wash it, but he controlled himself. 11:04. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. He should as his partner, but for now... The haunted house, why did it bug him so much? It was creepy sure, and 'haunted' implied evil spirits... but... Everything was connected... Maybe the haunted house was where they should 'set their pawns'? Then again... The deaths could be anywhere else... But what place more befits murder than a haunted mansion? He made a note to run this by his partner. 11:05.

He had spoken to Piran in the best way he knew to open a conversation. Keep it vague, receive and supply, that's what partners did. They gave what they knew or thought and got input from their partners. Expect the playful to do the unexpected. Within moments he was draping himself over him. Nurse and Samurai. Male on Male, but he never chose his lovers by sex, but personality. However, even if he liked Piran a lot they were coworkers... and this wasn't appropriate. Then again, it was Pai which seemed to explain everything. Vivi stiffened, but Pai didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he didn't care, he never cared. Poor Vivi's heart was pounding a mile a minute and his head was going sorta fuzzy, blood rushed to his face making him blush, he was very obviously not used to people hanging on him... or it could be misconstrued as men hanging on him, or people doing it in so public a place... Wait... wasn't this every woman's wet dream? Two guys 'loving up' on each other in a woman's restroom? He tried to ignore how he actually LIKED the feel of another body so close. He wanted to pull away, he couldn't be distracted like this, he couldn't let someone else touch him, not after what SHE had done to him. His heart leaped to his throat at the thought of her, and he pushed it down. This was Pai, the playful little flirt of the DA, he was ALWAYS like this with everyone... but the feel of his breath on his ear only deepened his blush and make him want to bolt, but he stayed still. Piran wouldn't bite his ear... IT was unprofessional, and he wasn't one of the smaller detectives lovers...yet. Woah! Where had that thought come from? Okay he seriously needed to stop thinking now, this was way too much for him to handle. He forces himself to listen to that low sexy conspiratorial tone. Piran had thought of something that needed to be secret. He locked an iron band on his thoughts, not letting his emotions and biological reactions to distract him, and concentrated on the words. When he asked about 'waldo', the man from the cruise ship murders, Vivi nodded. He remembered him, he was actually thinking about tha case file not too long ago for reasons unknown to him. Porbably grasping at straws. 'Evil Spirits' and 'haunted houses' and 'dead killers'. They weren't leaving him alone. He waited holding his breath for Piran to continue as he clearly paused, then he said it.

Piran voiced what Vivi had been thinking. "11:11 the time for wishing..." He muttered as Piran slowly began to pull away, a little too slowly for his liking... but part of the Asian detective didn't want his partnter to move away, but he did, ad once he could no longer feel Pai's warmth on his body his eyes swerved to lock onto green, seeking reassurance that the man wasn't as gone as his warmth. Vivi's face was an open book, for once, for a brief second, but if one blinked, it was gone, because as quick as it had come it was gone. One thing was for certain, there wasn't any fear there, possibly a sort of longing, but not fear. He took a deep breath his game face back on, the moment of frozen aloneness over. His beautiful Gray eyes never left Piran's as he voiced his thoughts. Give and take. "I know I'm OCD about superstitions." It was an opening, and from the contemplative look on Garvey T. Sullivan's face, people who knew him would know he was about to talk, and say more than one sentence. Usually he spoke in only a few words, but had a great effect in those choice words... unless he was questioning witnesses or suspects for info. So,this meant that the vast, and usually accurate mind of the Superstitious was coming out. "But if a dead man is back, than that means his spirit is continuing his work... I kept getting the feeling of evil spirits, first when I entered this room and found the girl, and afterward when the Gypsie became herself again." He looked away to the floor. His mind racing. This might not have anything to do with anything... He looks at the mirror. "But perhaps he's using others' bodies to do his dirty work since he doesn't have one of his own... He looked back at his partner searching the other's face. "If there is a link between the mansion massacre and the cruise like was stated in the case notes, wouldn't he use a similar tactic? Serial killers are creatures of habit the 'game' was one of this guy's sayings, right? So, why not strike at the haunted house? It IS a mansion... of sorts."

His eyes took on a piercing gleam, something that had made many people feel like he was looking straight through them to their very souls, when really he was watching their every move for the signs and ticks of a lie. "What did the devil tell you to do? and why do you think it'll stop him?" Okay that last part was a jump, but he could safely say that Piran would not make a deal with the devil unless he thought he could do good by it, and the only good one can get from the devil is a postponed execution for someone or something. "I will go with your decision, whatever it is, if you are sure, but I need to know what is going on." His voice was level, coaxing, melodic, deep, and above all, commanding. He used it on witnesses to cases and they opened up, he used it on his family, and they held nothing back, but he usually used it when they were frightened of parting with information, or felt vulnerable. He had no way of knowing if Piran felt anything like that, but it was his best bet. He was in this thing as deep as Pai now, the evidence was in the set of his jaw, the pounding of his heart, a real case, a mystery of mysteries that held a supernatural tinge, if anyone knew about supernatural, it was him. Mr. 'Throw the salt over my shoulder, don't drop scissors when you have a lover, and NEVER drop an umbrella in the house'. Now that he was caught the mystery wouldn't let him go, and he didn't want to be walking through it blind. Pai was his partner, how was Vivi to be a good partner if he wasn't THERE to be what Piran wasn't, a voice of reason. Piran would most likely keep him from going into depression, keep him thinking straight, and he would keep Piran on track. "How do you know that Waldo won't just kill them eve if you do as he says?" That was the biggest question on his mind. Piran hadn't given evidence that he was wrong in his assumption, and he wanted to plant the seed of doubt. "We should stop wasting time on 'what ifs' and save them ourselves." If Piran had a stupid thought in his head, he hoped that the urge had been purged, if it wasn't then Vivi would go with it, because it obviously wasn't 'a bad idea'. Then again, if it was, he'd still go, if to just keep the smaller detective from getting hurt too badly.

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

[rajio_obake]

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

Your getting close, you are so close to me, your close to me.
You know somethings wrong when life gets this easy.
The matrons taking back everything thats been given to me.
Crossing off my fingers as they bleed single rhythms towards
my knees. You aren't to be imitated, a limitless lie, based on
calculations and the reasons. Static faces molt into places
where, its ok for those to plot away at their own despair.
Trained actors will call on you and say, I can't see! I can't see!
This world is taking a turn for the worse, And I am too.

Lyude wasn’t familiar with terms such as f*****t as the grey-haired male seemed to use. Sure he used them before the... Incident... it was just he didn’t know why the one male continually used it to mean a bunch of different meanings.. Like for people and cigarettes.. Maybe it was the fact his teenaged state of mind was in a state of constant hibernation that he didn’t get it but that hadn’t confused Lyude’s emotions as much as the writer had. Being interrogated wasn’t a good feeling. He felt powerless and he didn’t know what to do and his mind just shut off. He remembered being interrogated by the cops after the murder. They kept asking why he hadn’t called early. Had his phone been dead. The didn’t ask why he stayed there and didn’t try to sneak away. They were kind enough to assume that there was no way of escape unless he wanted to end up a mangled mess of guts and parts that would eventually be thrown into a body bag. The whole time he was at the dumpster the thought of turning around and closing his eyes hadn’t occurred to him because if he turned around and closed his eyes... What if someone hadn’t called...? and what if the murder got bored? Then the murder would have to turn around out the back end of the alley so he wouldn’t be caught and on his way out he’d have to walk by the dumpster and if he’d turned round he’d notice Lyude... Then he’d have to kill off the witness.... Lyude had imagined that scene so many time and had nightmares over it to the detail of the rust on the dumpster peeiling off.. it was his fear he’d end up behind that very same dumpster (mind you, is a few states away) and... well that’s why he’d watched the full scene so he wouldn’t be caught by the guy.

When the water hit a surge of complex mixed emotions had flown throw the boy so fast he couldn’t make it out and it was pathetic that much his mind registered. It was pathetic of him to even think that coming out into the world for the first time in years and think that no bad would happen. It was like the movie ‘We’re Back: A Dinosaur Story’ He felt like the girl “Please, let no bad happen.” That’s what she had said when the dinosaurs had lost the power the brain-grain had given them and they had become monsters. It was one of Lyude’s favorite movies. He liked Louie and... Well he couldn’t remember the girl’s name in the movie off the top of his head... Cecilia maybe? But he remembered Rex, he had been the narrator of the story and it was only fitting. Oh... He felt like he was trapped in the haunted circus the character’s in that movie... Cyanide, Logan, or even the Writer could’ve been Professor Screweyes. They just seemed to give of a menacing vibe to the flustered artist. He couldn’t stand it the surge of feelings the more profound one being scared. He was scared of what would happen to Aitana more, but it be a lie to say he wasn’t scared for himself to. Who knew what would become of either if the institute found out... It was something he didn’t wish to imagine. Though thinking of that movie made him wish he could watch it again... maybe if they got back to Aitana’s apartment they’d have just enough time to watch it is only about an hour... Oh... but they still had to find Kyle... Darn.

After he had told Aitana he was scared he had been caught off guard when the tallest of the males... And the one covered in body art and things Lyude could draw in his spare time if he wanted to looked down at him and asked what was wrong Lyude didn’t know what to do he was having a panic overload as is yet the other was offering to help... But most people don’t help unless they could get something out of it.. Was he trying to impress someone? Like Aitana so to speak... Leave it to his childish state of mind to feel as though the older male may just be acting nice so he could get with Aitana.. But isn’t that what all older men want? In the hour or so Lyude had been watching TV at the Personality’s place he’d stumbled across a Doritos commercial where the man was only being nice to the little kid so he could get with his mom... Is that what the undercover cop wanted? A chance to cop a field with Aitana? If that was so what would Lyude do; he wasn’t nearly as brave as the boy in the commercial. He couldn’t slap the man away... It was just an imeadeate no. Lyude didn’t have the gaul to do something of the sort. Besides Lyude knew if he did do it the man would be bound to hit back harder. And... No.. Just.. no... it was something he wouldn’t be able to do and why he thought of it was beyond absurd. Plus as much of a threat this man could pose with his tattoos and his muscular make-up. There was no way Lyude could match that kind of strength and he knew he would be too much of a coward if the guy tried anything. At best he’d hide behind a trashcan.

He let out a sigh as Aitana led them away from the strangers he could feel the pounding in his chest slowing down and his breathing becoming more regular than the sporadic wheezes he’d done at the sight of the blood red lips... That color was just... Not his favorite... Then a while into walking Aitana apologized. Lyude blinked a while as a blank stare took hold.. It wasn’t her fault he was afraid. It was his own. He couldn’t hold himself and that’s why... She didn’t have to apologize for the previous scene... It made him feel a little worse. The auburn haired boy didn’t want her feeling bad on his behalf she shouldn’t... But then, isn’t that what friends do? They feel for their friends and in return when their sad, your sad and when your happy vice versa? The blank look was still on his face but he was caring a bag full of stuffed animals and Brutus and he wasn’t sure how to react and in his state of shock he hoped that he could get over this soon he didn’t want anything worse to happen tonight he wanted a pretty chill time maybe there was a game they hadn’t tried. He knew he didn’t want to go into that Haunted House again. Uh-uh no way was he going to set foot in there again. The one time hiding behind Aitana was enough for him. And the glass mirror thing... With the.. the... red stuff..... God his eyes widened thinking about it.. He had no clue what it said only because he didn’t stay long enough to read it before he got to scared... Why was it that bad things just liked to follow him around?

Sitting next to her in the food court.. He set the bag down in front of him yet still had Brutus in his lap. The hug took a second to mentally register but when it did it wasn’t long till a small smile curved on his face and he was glad that nothing bad had happened... Well they were missing Kyle. But nothing worse then that and to Lyude worse meant..... meant... bad things. The hug may’ve been shorter or longer than he imagined but he was glad... He stared off into space for a while before coming back and hearing Aitana speak, he looked over to see the blonde fox. Lyude almost couldn’t believe it... To him she looked almost naked in that outfit and Lyude wasn’t sure what to think about it but he was glad that he was going to get a lesson on this because it seemed he needed one. Sexy, yes. Skanky, no. “Aheh” A short chuckle escaped his lips as he thought more on it the words sounded funny and well the blonde looked funny and so did the man... He looked annoyed and not skanky or sexy. But the chick was skanky and to Lyude it sounded funny. They seemed to leave like clouds that marched on and Lyude looked over at the carnival food stand... He hadn’t had much of a dinner and he was a growing boy... He did like food sour at that and maybe they had a sour snowcone or something.. Aitana knew his fave foods he wouldn’t even care if she bought the cheapest thing off the menu he’d like it. If he had the money he’d try and buy it himself... But he didn’t have money nor did he like to talk that’s why he pointed over to the stand and asked “Can we?” It was the closest to first person he’d get but in the back of his head it was Brutus asking the question to all ‘three’ of them, instead of Lyude to Aitana. If he liked to talk more he may’ve specified what he wanted... But he didn’t; so he didn’t.

And all I see is a face coming closer.
And all I see is your eyes growing brighter.
And all I see is your face and so I fall!
Not argue!
Fall! I fall not argue!
Fall!

hεlρ hεlρ hεlρ hεlρ

The current tune playing in my head:
The Artist by: Driver Side Impact
The Artist by: Alesana

[Demophon]

〔 c o m e o n 〕 take a step towards me
so you can 〔 f i g u r e 〕 me out
i've been 〔 h o p i n g 〕 , and 〔 p r a y i n g 〕 for a single way
to show you what i'm all about
and i know, and i know this is the only way of 〔 p l e a s i n g 〕 the crowd
but when this is 〔 o v e r a n d d o n e 〕 with and we walk away
there should be no doubts

Kaelin 〔 S o p h i a 〕 Donaatello

A man dressed up as a Samurai greeted her carefully, he knew her name and told her his. It was all very official. Kaelin glanced at the Detective, was what happened bad enough for the police to get involved? Had she hurt someone? The man wanted to ask her a few questions, but she doubted she would be any help, so far she felt like she was the problem. It was already concluded in her mind that they were here because of her. There was no one else being fussed over by a medic, or bleeding. A nervous breath came from her lips as she nodded. All she could do was hope she could answer them better than she could answer her own questions, not much made sense. The Detective asked her is she remembered be with Miss. Young. ‘Brittanya! Oh no… This isn’t good... She’ll think I’m crazy and no one will want to be near me. Tonight was meant to.. Breathe, Kaelin..’ Her eyes flickered side to side for a moment, as if she was trying to read the answer from somewhere, but she was panicked. If Brittanya was around, the girl would probably tell everyone how Kaelin had caused a huge fuss and ruined her night. Then who would anyone want to be her friend? No one. Linny soon realized she had yet to answer the Detectives question and she chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t remember much” She answered quietly, that response was barely helpful and she immediately beat herself up over it. Why couldn’t she be more useful?

The samurai nodded to her answer then proceeded to his next query about the haunted house and her cut hand. Kaelin going into a haunted house? That was like getting her in a hospital. The girl hated the dark, enclosed spaces and large crowds. Not to mention they scared her to death. ‘Are they sure it’s me…?’ But that question was answered when she eyed here bandaged hand and let out a deep breath. Linny shook her head at first, her eyes cast down like she was ashamed of not being able to help. “I don’t remember any of that” She answered as calmly as she could, the girl could stutter and stammer if she felt embarrassed, or upset but she was trying her best to be as clear and as helpful as possible. Kaelin tucked her hair behind her ear as she focused on her breathing. The girl wanted to keep herself composed, a lesson her father insisted she know, just in case. If it had been any other situation, Kaelin would have been blushing and shyly complimenting the man. The girl never really had the attention of males, her age or older. But this was far from the right situation. As the next question came, Kaelin brought her head up and glanced around, this was the first thing she remembered. She noticed a few other people, another male, the medics, Hayden, Brittanya and what Linny guessed was her best friends boss. What did she first remember though? Waking up here. “I woke up here” Kaelin answered, holding back the ‘I’m sorry’ she wanted to spit out.

Detective Sullivan explained what had happened to Kaelin, well, what he knew but the girl didn’t remember any of that. The haunted house, the mirror, the medical tent… None of it was held within her brain and she shook her head one more. “I don’t remember any of that” She said defeated, if they accused her of lying, she wouldn’t be surprised. The girl knew she had been as helpful as a brick wall. A deep sigh came from her lips as she once more felt useless. It was just like at the party, she ran away and left the male to do whatever he was intent on doing only to find out her had ended up in a coma. If she had stood up, maybe things would be different. The sound of the medic asking if it was done brought her out of her thoughts and the Detective said she was fine to go. She didn’t fight it; she laid down on the stretcher and allowed the medic to taken her out on it. The girl realized she didn’t exactly want to go there alone, because they would send her to a hospital and she didn’t want to go there. A small sound came from her lips and she glanced around. “Excuse me, can-can you make sure my friend comes?” Kaelin asked softly, part of hoping the medics heard and part of her hoping they didn’t. But they must of cause the stretcher topped and the medic nodded at her. “Sure, I’ll go make sure they’re coming” The medic answered before he disappeared from the blonde girls view and she glanced around to watch him go over to Hayden, the man and Brittanya. In truth, Kaye only wanted Hayden to come with her. But she felt like if she said no to the other two if they came, they’d get mad at her.

If Hayden came, Kaelin wanted to talk to her about what happened. Maybe with her friends help she could work out what happened and not be so useless. Not to mention Kaelin kept thinking about the party, and what she had seen. Did that have anything to do with what happened? There were lots of different theories going on her mind, but a lot of them didn’t make sense. But Kaelin knew herself, and haunted houses, and blood, and broken mirrors? They weren’t her and she didn’t know why everyone kept saying she did it. Why would she? There was no reason for her to do it. The only problem with trying to say she didn’t do it was that everyone around her said she did and she wasn’t one to point fingers or accuse people of lying. Instead she kept it all inside of her head until she knew more, and then maybe she’d tell someone, somehow. If she ever did make sense of it.

『xx xx xxthe timid xx xx xx』

[Twankiie]

cameracamera

>>>Craig Brovinofskixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Cameramanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

● ● Craig new all this, but he couldn’t stop worrying. He knew it was professional. He had the reassurances from his logical half repeated itself over and over in his head in an attempt to calm him and make him feel secure, but he just couldn’t. He didn’t know why, but it felt impossible for him to feel secure. To be 100% sure that it was all business. It was Theodore Owens. He could seduce anybody he wanted to. As far as the camerageek’s knowledge went, the man could have anybody he wanted. He… the brunette just didn’t understand how Michelle could be so cool about all of this. She was getting ready to shove a knife in someone’s beck, metaphorically, acting as if sleeping with someone wasn’t a big deal. Maybe it was just Craig. Maybe he was the last caveman on the planet that thought sex was something special and not a time passer or as casual as a handshake or whatever people considered it to be. His head sunk thinking about this. He was an Alien… He might as well have been from another planet with how different his thoughts were from the typical persons. Now he could understand why he repulsed everyone… Everyone…. But that still didn’t explain why Michelle had put up with him so much. Honestly; Jen figured that the woman would have wiggled her way away from him by now. That she wouldn’t have the patience to deal with him or would be weirded out or something.

”I-I-I—“ Craig cut himself off at risk of sounding any more mentally… retarded than he already did with all the stupid stuttering. He took a couple of deep breaths—or what was supposed to be deep, but ended up turning into saccades. He dropped his eyes to the dirty fairgrounds and let out a sigh of defeat. He hated this. Defeated by his own stupid feelings. His own stupid insecurity that he couldn’t get to go away. He knew it. He knew that was why he couldn’t get the girl, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get the… this feeling out of himself. He couldn’t stop the shaking and the stuttering and the lack of confidence and the insecurity and the feeling that he wanted to be back at his house, in front of his computer or behind his camera from a distance, not talking to people so directly, not putting himself in harm’s way like this. YES. Craig considered even dialing the phone and calling for takeout as ‘putting himself in harm’s way’. Insults weren’t that hard to make and Chinese food people were oddly accurate with their predictions and accusations on most occasions.

”I know that… I just.. have to get it in my head..” Craig said, his voice slowly becoming more and more soft. God. This was embarrassing. This was a whole part of the plan that Michelle and him had been talking about for the last couple of weeks as they planned it and every time something happened he flipped out. He hyperventilated. He wanted to back out and go home and just forget. Curl up in the corner with a six pack of Monster and his laptop, going through his folders, putting more images onto his virtual portfolio, getting internet jobs… seeing if there were any tweets from about the Gamer, about the Gamer—he just wanted to know what was going on in the world of his savior. You know… it could be a little obsessive compulsive sometimes. Checking the same twitters every five seconds when he was sitting at his computer—it usually kept him from being constructive when he got into that groove—he’d even once sat at his laptop for six hours, meaning to do one thing, but ending up just refreshing the page of a twitter or two ever five to ten seconds—even if he had games open or something, almost like clockwork he’d close them, see if anything changed, there stare at the non-changed pages for a couple of seconds as if it would make something change. It never did, but it couldn’t stop his groove.

An uneven sigh passed through the Cameraman’s lips as he dropped his head in shame. His hand come up to hide his face with the outward excuse of rubbing his temples to try and make it look as if it wasn’t as bad as it was. He knew that Maddie and Theodore Owens were near… he knew he needed to play it cool or get caught and busted and everything was ruined—and that traitorous, hermit part of him wanted them to fail right here. The brunette bit down on his lip before he muttered to the woman who was his partner. ”Just to be safe… I-I would discredit most th-things I say if they conflict w-with our goal from n-now u-until we.. it’s done.” He felt the need to say. He felt the extreme need to discredit himself from the numerous times that he went back and forth on this decision and spoken those concerns to Michelle which might have thrown her off—no… no he knew he threw her off because she was now making new ideas for something that was going to happen soon. Didn’t it seem a little… too soon to the action to be making changes in the plans? He didn’t want his insecurity to be the reason their plan got messed up or that Micky got hurt because Theodore caught on—like he really could without it being spelled out for him. Sometimes, he swore that party animal was almost as naïve as the clueless. GOD. How could she not see that he was sleeping with everything that moved? It was so… frustrating! If he said anything to her, he could swear that she wouldn’t believe him. She’d use it as some kind of insult that he still couldn’t get anyone to want to go out with him and then whatever tiny reputation he had would just dig deeper than it already was. It wasn’t even like he was hiding it! Everyone knew the guy was a player but her.

…Just his luck, huh? The one girl who was his goddess, whom he saw perfection in… saw perfection in the wrong place.

Craig let out a sigh, trying to expel some of the stress that kept his shoulders by his ears as he rubbed the bridge of his nose again. Then he ran a hand through his brown, highlighted hair as if it would all really help. His eyes averted from his partner in crime as he made a small groaning sound to himself more than anything. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. It kept repeating in his head and he couldn’t get it out. ”Just…Nnng… do… you’re on the spot… you just do… your thing. I-I don’t want to make things d-difficult. I-it’s just.. I’m not—I’m not used to this s-so… of course I’ll protest… I—“ He twitched before he swallowed, cutting himself off. ”I’ll get the pictures.. n-no matter.” A small groan left his lips again as his shoulders became tighter, tenser. His hands nervously gripped the camera that hung around his neck. His shoulder twitched with the annoying, scary feeling inside of him that made his heart pound as he thought about this. Damn it… Just what was he going to have to endure from behind a camera? Just what was he going to had to do to Maddie through this act? He knew it… he knew that she was horrible, he knew that she was the reason for his misery—that she turned him down and insulted him, let everyone know he was ‘undateable’, b-but he… god… he wasn’t a bad guy—he couldn’t be a photojournalist and mess up peoples’ lives.

The Cameraman bit down on his lip before he breathed in as deeply as he could through his nose. He would do this. He would do this and flip out about it after. He… he needed to consider this as serious as he possibly could. This was just like any other job he’d awkward except it was more personal. He could do this. He had to keep fighting the opposing thoughts with that mantra. By the end of the night, he’d really know whether or not he could do this since the one chance at this was coming right up. He opened his mouth to repeat his mantra out loud, but then… it got caught in his throat to the point where he couldn’t say anything. He shut his mouth with frustration and embarrassment before he scratched his head irritably and turned his eyes away from his brown-haired partner. ”S-so… what’s he.. saying? A-are things going just right? A-and where are you going to take him so I-I can…” Craig only paused as he cleared his throat to attempt to take out at least some of the passivity in it before he continued, ”I can get you two?” His voice found a little bit more solidity. He just had to think about it. Be serious. What would the Gamer do in this situation? What would he do if he wanted something bad enough? His hero would go out and get his revenge. Whatever it took, he wouldn’t let himself be intimidated by… getting caught or messing up. He just … needed to go for it…

And if he did mess up big time—it wouldn’t matter, right? Because he was gonna kill himself in the end so… there wouldn’t be any consequences to deal with. He was out. Messing up just meant the end would come… faster… Again, the cameraman cleared his throat at this thought, not quite ready to commit it yet. Which just meant he wasn’t allowed to fail tonight. Please let that be enough of an incentive to make this work. Please!

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

ramalamabangbang

[HimakoLady15]

It's all fun and games until...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKyle Matthew Carson

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSomeone gets hurt, then it's hilarious.

Kyle leaned against the door of the bathroom. He recognized a few people in the crowd, survivors from the previous game and their many associates. There were even whispers that Parkerson was running around somewhere. The second game was beginning; his Master had already made the first move. Now it was up to the detectives to make their move. Honestly, it wasn’t anything strange for people to look at him, like half the crowd was currently doing. It was common knowledge that he assisted his Master during the last game. The only people who didn’t know were those who lived under a rock for the past two years. Even though he wasn’t convicted of any crime, the survivors knew the truth.

Despite all the staring, his eyes were on the playful. Piran had been the only person would believed in him, thought he would do the right thing. Kyle had fallen for him because of his sweet nature. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the one that Kyle needed. He always felt bad when he thought about the first game. He really wanted to proof Piran right, but Orion was too charismatic for him. He proved what Kyle wanted. But that wasn’t why he was looking at the playful. Nope, he was looking at him because of the betrayal. He just stopped coming back and visiting, which was worse than anything anyone had ever done. Kyle had always looked forward to those visits, just to know that someone cared about him. He sighed to himself. He should have known Piran didn’t care.

From his position, he saw inside the bathroom. It looked like any normal bathroom, but he noticed the small things. The doors were shaking, and as he watched, one of the doors even swung open without any help. The lights turned off, and the water started running. He smiled. His Master was there; it had to be Orion. Even as he thought it, he felt a whisper in his ears telling where to go. He smiled. He knew what he had to do now, and he was looking forward to it. It was time for him to leave this place and go to another. It wasn’t like he could be kept for questioning or anything.

He turned to leave, but he could not resist one last parting remark. “This is the me that you created. I thought you cared about me, but I guess I thought wrong. The game is beginning, and I’m taking my rightful place at his side.” He turned to leave and started walking away, knowing that the survivors would understand the message. He held a hand up in a wave. “I would say let the best man win, but we all know that he will win this time, as he did before. Farewell my dear detectives.” he said as he walked away. Oh, he knew Piran was up to something. It was in the way he was hanging from his partner, the one he wanted to die first simply because he wanted all of Piran’s attention on him. Of course, he wanted to go to Orion, see if his Master was okay. However, he didn’t want to risk someone following him. ‘I’ll go find Lyude and Aitana.’

[xAscoldrainfalls]

Aitana knew that it was time to leave, but with Lyude letting her know, well Brutus, that Lyude was scared, that just made an even better reason to leave. Aitana didn't want things to turn out this way at all. She had brought Kyle and Lyude out here to have fun, clearly no one was having fun. Lyude was scared and who the hell knew where Kyle was. That was gnawing at the back of her mind, but she was more worried with the immediate situation at hand. The guys that were all a bagillion feet taller than her all talking about something that she really had no comprehension of. She could have tried to figure out what they were talking about, but it wouldn't have done any good seeing as she didn't give a crap what they were talking about. Why the hell the guy with the water gun had one was beyond her, but she was the only one that didn't get hit with water and she was quite glad about that. She knew Cya, hell he lived with her, but the other guys, not so much and if Cya ever brought them around to the apartment, well she might have some issues... after she freaked out about how all of them were a hell of a lot taller than her. With everything playing out the way they were, Aitana had no issues taking her leave with the marionette. Thats exactly what she did, not even saying goodbye to anyone.

When the duo left, Aitana couldn't help but to apologize. Lyude was a friend of hers, well a better friend than she thought Cya was at the moment. The apology just kind of happened. Not to mention she let him know that the guys were freaking her out as well. Not a lot scared/intimidated Aitana, but no matter what, taller people freaked her out. Now, people that were taller than her like Lyude, that didn't freak her out so much. He wasn't THAT much taller than her. She knew that Cya was at least six feet tall and the other guys that were there were about as tall as him if not a few inches taller. Why the hell that one guy wasn't wearing a shirt, well that confused her to be honest, but she didn't worry about it. It was going to be him that ended up getting sick, not her. Moving on. Aitana finally found the place where they could have a seat. There had been a silence between them for a few seconds, but personally she was used to it by now. She didn't get that awkward feeling between her and Lyude. Sure, she wished that he would talk to her more, but she was content in letting him handle things the way that he handled them. Otherwise he wouldn't be Lyude. She accepted Lyude just the way that he was and would hate it if he changed. Well, if he DID change for some reason, she'd still love him like she did, but it would be weird.

When they sat down and Aitana hugged Lyude, she didn't expect anything to really happen, but it was more of a gesture to show that she was there for him and cared about him. Yeah, Cya was her best friend, but she really ended up spending a lot more time with Lyude and Kyle. More so Lyude. When she brought her arms back to herself, she noticed the blond and the guy who looked slightly uncomfortable or something at the food stand. Aitana couldn't help but to point it out to Lyude. When she said that she was giving him a lesson, she knew that he would eventually learn this if he ever got out of his child state of mind, but Aitana wasn't too sure if that was ever going to happen. That kind of scared her in a way. Sure, she was just a friend of his, but she felt a little over protective of him. What would happen if she ended up not being able to be around. She would turn into a basket case worrying about how Lyude was doing. He couldn't stand up for himself, even if he just stayed in the institute. Not to mention if someone else had to take care of Lyude, they wouldn't be able to take care of him like Aitana did. It would just be a bad situation all the way around and she was fully aware of it, she just didn't think about it because wiht the way that Robin was running things, she'd be an apprentice until she could no longer work.

She gave her explanation on skanky and sexy and Lyude's chuckle thing made her smile. It was cute and it was some sort of response, not made through Brutus. This was a good thing "So yeah, when you start to get to that point where you wanna learn more life lessons, just ask" She said and then gave a wink. She was up for telling him just about anything that he wanted to know. She had no problem giving out details about how crude or nice something could be. He wasn't mentally where his body was, so she would help him play catch up if need be. After all, friends were there to help, and the best friends would be there through thick and thin. When Aitana looked around, it seemed as though the annoyed guy and the skanky blond were gone. She knew that they weren't magical, so it kind of surprised her. When Lyude asked 'can we' she looked over to the direction he was pointing. It took her a second to realize that he was asking for something to eat and or drink. She looked around and then smiled at him "Sure thing, lets go" She said and then looked around again. She pulled out her phone and then looked at the time. It was getting later and she still hadn't found Kyle. Not that she had deliberately gone out and looked for him, but she really needed to find him pronto.

When she saw that she had a text, she hit the read button. It was from an unknown sender. She read the message anyways though. Being curious wasn't always a bad thing. She read through the text message once and it was kind of creepy actually. She couldn't take her eyes from the little LCD screen. She had all kinds of questions. One, how did this person get her number was the main thing, but this person thought she was assisting someone? Unless they were talking about the caretaker, she had no clue what this person was talking about, but of course at the mention of of HER tinkerbell, she instantly knew what he was talking about. How she was assisting Kyle, she had no clue. Well that just meant that she was going to have to keep doing what she needed to do. She didn't know if she would need assistance or not seeing as she was clearly already doing what she was supposed to. She didn't know if she would need it or not, but she DID want to become the primary personality. Oh how she would have loved to be the one in control of what went on and not Robin. The text message kind of freaked her out, but she was debating on whether or not she was going to respond. She honestly had more to worry about right now, the text message would be there later, not to mention whenever she found Kyle he might be able to answer this.

Closing the message out, she finally brought her attention back to Lyude. She didn't know how long she had been staring at that message. She just smiled at the marionette and then linked her arm with his "Lets go get you something" She said and then grabbed her captain hat off of the table and put it on then walked with him, leading him to the cart. She looked at the menu. They didn't have THAT much to choose from. Thankfully they did have a sour apple snow cone, she ordered one of those for Lyude and then a bag of chips for herself. As the guy was making the snow cone, Aitana looked around and then spotted a very familiar Tinkerbell making his way towards the haunted house. Her eyes went wide "Stay here Lyude, Ill be right back" She said and took off in the direction she saw Kyle. He didn't even seem to notice her or something "Kyle!" She said and when she approached him she smiled in relief. She had found him. Any worry she had that she had lost him were gone. She clearly didn't "come on, I was just getting something to snack on for Lyude and I, did you want anything" She asked as she started to lead the way back to where she had left Lyude. Her plan had changed now. She was going to get them something to eat, then maybe play another game or two and then head them back to the institute before anything else could happen.

[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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• • • ρɪrɒη ҫɪɒηηɒ ʝόηєs • • •
Dressed as; Doctor Frank-N-Furter

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Piran could feel the growing heat in the face of the partner of his that he kept so close. There was always a reason Piran operated the way he did, and he had a feeling that they would be caught more and more in this position the longer Waldo stayed free. Piran hadn’t forgotten much about that case. How could he? It was so irregular. It was so different. It was so… intriguing. He loved it just a little bit too much. One thing he remembered about Waldo was the fact that he lived off of stress, in a way. He picked his victims if they were stressed, and just as he did with Jimmy, he would do with Vi. If he fell into Waldo’s trap, he’d distract him. As he’d released the man, he heard him mutter, but his eyes flickered with curiosity. ”Time for wishing..?” He asked slowly. Despite being the playful, he’d never really known too many superstitions. Well, aside from touching a chimney sweep for luck, burying a dead dog under your front step, drowning cats if they’re born in the winter, yew bush—and the like. But those were all really silly.
Right then, Piran heard the voice again of someone he’d longed to see for a number of weeks—for the amount of time he’d been absent at the asylum. Kyle—Piran didn’t even realize that Kyle was still there—or that he’d walked back in the bathroom. Big green eyes turned to the teen. The watched him with intensity as he listened to him. In his chest, Piran felt his heart sink more and more as Kyle continued to speak. Guilt started to fill every fiber of his body, his blood almost acted as if it were carrying it around to be sure it was spread throughout his entire body. He couldn’t push any words out as they all got caught in his throat. Tightness from the guilt kept his muscles rather constricted as he watched the gamer leave. He should have fought. He should have snuck in to the place. Kyle was worth the trouble. ”He’s… he’s a good kid. I promise he is. He’s just… lonely.” Piran said slowly, as his eyes kept on the door that Kyle had just walked out of.

It was so hard just to swallow. So hard to imagine… how different Kyle was right now. It was.. all his fault. Piran knew how delicate the Gamer was. He had a good idea about what would happen if the male was betrayed or left without anyone. That’s what had driven him into Waldo’s arms the first time. ”He’s hurt and desperate…” He trailed off almost absent-mindedly. He should have fought harder! If he had gone to see Kyle, if the male didn’t think he was abandoned, then this situation wouldn’t be returning. Then Kyle wouldn’t be in so much danger anymore. Piran couldn’t stand it! Words didn’t work with Kyle. Saying something just hit him and fell off. It were actions that meant anything to the male and Piran wouldn’t doubt it was because Kyle had been abused before with lies, trust violated so many times that words just lost all meaning to him. It was why Piran had such a hard time speaking before, defending their relationship as the male left. Anything he said would have been discredited. There was no way to mend it right there. None and Piran couldn’t stand it.

Dirty blondish brows were as Piran’s brow was wrinkled. The detective was pulled out of his own concered thoughts as he heard the opening of a conclusion or idea that Viv was about to make. His eyes finally refocused on something that didn’t have anything to do with Kyle as he looked back at his partner. He listened as Garvey drew conclusion and all Piran could think about was how he was going to have to start explaining the details of the last case. Exactly what Waldo was. He wasn’t a who. As an evil spirit it made him sound like he was a person once—but he was an excuse. ”He would. Even if you separate the two cases, on the ship, he used the same tactics over and over again to get the upper hand or trick people and right now it doesn’t look all that different.” Piran replied. Then he was a bit surprised. The mansion—er… haunted house? Well—it was the best idea they had to start looking. ”Good idea!” Piran exclaimed, ”We should get there right now. He added as he glanced down at the phone in his hand. 11:04… They were cutting it awfully close.

Piran slipped over to where his ‘medical’ bag for his costume sat and he picked it up, slipping it over his shoulder in one liquid movement. ”But there’s one thing you should probably know about Waldo before you get in.” Well… a couple of things. Piran turned around on the balls of his feet and his eyes trailed up to his partner’s eyes as he walked towards the man. ”Waldo… he never had a body. In a way… he’s an imaginary friend. When Miss Palmer was a kid, there was an accident with her sister and she made him up to take the blame.” He explained, his eyes were intense as he watched the other, observing the Superstitious’ reaction to the information. Maybe the guy was an evil spirit that becomes whatever people want but… Piran had never heard of anything like Waldo until Waldo. They didn’t have much information on him. They didn’t even have his real name. Since day one Piran had been calling him Waldo. Even if his real name was learned, Pai would probably continue to call him Waldo out of habit and tradition. They didn’t understand how they got rid of him the first time—at least Piran hadn’t comprehended how it worked, but he knew it had something to do with Miss Palmer—but that being said… he didn’t know how he’d come back as Miss Palmer… wasn’t here.

Piran almost wanted to think that it was Kyle who was able to bring him back because of his need for companionship and how close the two of them were. Piran couldn’t even begin to describe the annoyance he felt—yes. The Playful felt annoyance every time he caught a glimpse of the word that the killer had carved into Kyle. As if he weren’t going to let him forget. As if he claimed him and Piran wasn’t at all okay with that. He couldn’t—Piran bit his lip and let out a deep sigh as he closed the space between him and his partner again, but simply stood maybe an inch or two away from him instead of wrapping his arms around him. ”He targets people who are stressed out and picks at them until they crack. If he breaks you open, then he can do whatever he wants and there’s no way to stop it.” Piran’s voice became smoother, more meaningful and deep than it typically was. He couldn’t help but be reminded of the number of people who had ended up committing suicide on the cruise ship because Waldo had gotten his hooks into them. At that point, it was very much like there was no other choice. Piran’s hand lifted and stroked a lock of his partner’s hair, slipping it back behind his ear as he looked promisingly at Viv. ”I won’t let him get to you.” Piran promised assumingly. Piran didn’t know if Viv would be the type that Waldo could stress out easily or not so much. If he would be anything like Jimmy or if he wouldn’t when it came down to it. Jimmy… was a really strong guy. Mentally and physically. He doubted that the man knew how much Pai really admired him, and that that admiration had only grown since the cruise ship… but part of Pai just wanted to keep it to himself. Even more so after Jimmy left as his disappearance only felt like a giant rejection from the person he most admired.

”We should—“ Piran was interrupted by the buzz of his phone in his hand. Quickly he looked at his phone. The time was only getting later and later. 11:07… But it was from Kenken… and Kenken knew about Waldo now so maybe—Piran couldn’t not open it, but when he did, and as he read the last line, he felt a tightness in his chest. A squeeze on the place his heart was. What… why would he say that? Piran swallowed a bit of an awkward hurt feeling. N-no… Waldo wasn’t his nightmare returning… Wh-why would this be the worst for him? Because of Jimmy..? The raven-haired detective shook the thought from his head before he quickly wrote a reply to the cop;

I guess.
Since it’s Waldo,
any help is amazing
xxPai

Piran hit send, skipping the last statement entirely as he really didn’t want to answer it. He really didn’t want to find out what Kenny meant or why his chest became tight. He just wanted to—”Okay, let’s go. It’s already late and—“ Piran paused as he heard Viv’s question about the deal—and why it would help. ”You wouldn’t like it if I told you. So—It’s a secret.” He said playfully with a wink before he gripped his fellow detective’s hand and tugged him towards the door to exit the bathroom. His other hand slipped into the bag and dropped the phone off only to make the exchange for the shard of mirror he had taken from the scene. ”Like you said, killers follow patterns and Waldo is a manipulator. If he can get people to do what he wants, he’s satisfied, even if it’s only for a second—it’s a second more than we had before.” Piran stated as he released the hold on his partner. His eyes flickered down from the path ahead to the sharp object he currently held before he looked ahead once more. He restrained himself from biting his lip as he thought about what he was about to do. Holding himself back as his nerves started to get the best of him when he heard another statement from Vivi that just… gave him the kick he needed. ”Right. But Vee, I’d rather make a sacrifice for something I’m unsure whether works or not than stand back and do nothing to prevent the pain. I’d rather try than let someone get hurt anyday.” Piran stated, a caring passion was held within in voice. Although his words were so direct, he didn’t dare look at his partner. Not with those words that he knew led up to something that would be disapproved of as they headed towards the haunted house.

The ravenette took a deep breath and swallowed as he pulled down the left glove of his costume to be around his wrist. He then brought the piece of glass to the underside of his arm. He was almost brought to close his eyes as he did it, but he knew he needed precision so he didn’t hit something bad inside his arm and bleed too much. Piran took the plunge and pressed the sharp end into the skin in the middle of the underside of his forearm. His quick, almost running came to a slower pace for more accuracy as he pulled it up to make a slit where the crimson liquid started to seep out. Piran’s entire body tightened and he breathed sharply in as he restrained any sounds of distress to come from his lips. Nng… I need a surface to write on… Can you see the haunted house?” Piran managed out before he bit his bottom lip lightly. This.. this wasn’t that bad in comparison to a number of things… like getting shot in a less than good place and having to continue—or looking incompetent because of it. He may have been the playful detective, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be discredited in his field.. It was.. really saddening. Nnnuhgg.. No.. It was only getting later—closer to the time… he needed to leave his mark now. Immediately… They needed to be inside that haunted house right now.

◇xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Playful

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

[mokiepuppymaster]

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

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

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Well, as long as everything was fine, Jim was content. It was actually pretty comical in his opinion now that he thought about it. Here he was, getting worked up over the silliest things. Like he figured there had to have been a reasonable explanation for everything that had occurred. But what about the fact that both he and Ken had saw mirrors cracking today? That was...a bit hard to explain. Or at least piece together with logic. Logic, after all ruled his life. Though he did have to admit that Ryder looked a lot different in comparison to what he was used to seeing her dressed in. Hence, the dress in comparison to the standard businesswear of the coorporation. Then again, he probably looked expecially different not wearing that ridiculous uniform (in his opinion). Maybe that was also the point of Halloween. Every one had the chance to be someone different. They had the chance to stick on a costume and fade into a character. Even thinking about it like that, Jim wasn't exactly sure if he could just 'jump' into enjoying himself. At least he didn't have the urge to smoke anymore. Okay, so that wasn't entirely true; he could go for a smoke at practically any time of the day.

He was just...trying to quit, but failing miserably.

Thinking back, it was pretty silly that he got so turned around when it came to the room of mirrors. Though it was truly a reunion. Well, this night was beginning to feel like one. It felt as if the haunted house was actually tying him closer to those of his past. Well, the people he was involved with a little over a year ago. Here he was with Trent and Farris, he had actually brought himself to text to Ken...and even for a brief moment was able to speak to Piran. Just seeing him was...strange. Though thinking about his former partner brought him to remember once more, that was just the past. He had a different life now; Ryder was proof of that.

When Ryder had mentioned that she was glad that Farris was alright, he wasn't sure if it was sarcastic or not. Honestly he wasn't going to dwell on it. Instead his brows furrowed up when it hit him that he hadn't properly introduced Charlotte to Farris. Sure she probably already knew Trent (they approached him together), and Trent knew Farris, but he wasn't sure about the blonde. So he after clearing his throat for but a small moment, he spoke up, "But Farris, I'm not sure if you've met my friend--- co-worker," he made sure to correct himself. Who was to say that Ryder even considered them on 'Friend' levels. Sure after leaving the force it hit him that he didn't really have many friends. Typically Jimmy pushed them away, and consumed his entire being with working. He was just striving for practically a state of perfection, and didn't want things like his age bring anyone at the department to doubt his abilities. When you leave something like that behind, you realize how alone you truly were.

"This is Ryder Fornell---." He glanced over to his side, and blinked when he noticed that she wasn't there. Swiftly he turned, and she was no where in sight. 'Why do I keep losing women?' slipped into his thoughts. But apparently Trent had noticed she was gone as well. His eyes trailed towards Trent, but he doubted he had any idea of where she could have gone. He wasn't even sure calling out to her would have been the best idea; who was to say that she'd be able to make out his voice over the eerie sounds that were constantly lingering down each hall. Still, he figured it wouldn't hurt to try. So called out, "Ryder?" Then that's when he got an idea. He could just send her a text! After all, she had tried texting him earlier. 's**t, ' he mentally cursed. She had mentioned there was something she wanted to tell him about. He promised he'd listen right after the haunted house.

Was there a possibility that she was upset about that? Did she even seem upset when she left? What was up with him when it came to honestly reading people? Regardless, he tugged out his cellphone from his pocket, and opened up the little window, so he could start typing:

Where are you?


But before he could send it, he heard the scream from upstairs. His brows furrowed, and glanced over at Trent. He had remembered seeing an offlimits sign, but wasn't sure if it was just for decoration or not. Then next thing he knew he heard a loud couple of thumps down the stairs. Out of instinct, he started rushing over, but picked up speed when he heard her call out for help. It was Ryder who fell down the stairs?? At first he instantly feared that she had broke something. Her body more specifically. Seeing her, his thoughts drifted to her dress; but he pushed it out of his mind. At least she didn't seem too distressed, at least she wasn't yelling out in agony. 'I'm guessing nothing's broken,' he figured to himself, though before he could help her up, Trent already beat him to it. His eyes stayed on her just in hopes that she was alright. By the way she was standing, he wasn't...too sure.

He was tempted to ask if she was alright, but she seemed fixed on getting out of there. It made sense; he had already seen enough of the Haunted House for one day, so he followed, and was just about to glance over towards Farris to see if she had followed, but stopped when it registered to him; it was a lot darker than he remembered. That and the fact that Ryder was struggling with the door. Wait, it had closed? Even when it seemed like she was starting to push it open, something was keeping it from opening more. James Parkerson rose his brow when she mentioned that they had a problem, and something about closing time. The only thing was, the blonde college student didn't seem...to know much about why the doors were locked apparently. No, Jim wasn't going to let his thoughts jump to conclusions. There had to be...some sort of explanation. There had to have been. Perhaps it was a prank? He walked over to the door, and placed a hand on each handle, and tried forcing it open. Just like what she experienced, it seemed to hit something on the other side. He wasn't even fully paying attention to the fact that Ryder was starting to go back the other way.

Where did this seem familiar? For some reason, it just seemed to jog his memory. Sealed entry points to a creepy large house. 'It's just a prank. It's nothing like that.' When he and Piran were originally placed on the case that dealt with the Mansion Massacre, he remembered that all of the doors were locked up. He wasn't even sure how Miss Palmer managed to get out. Even the gates to the large iron fence that marked the perimeter of the inner section of the land, was locked up tightly with chains. That was one of the details, she didn't go into detail about. Miss Palmer...why on earth did his thoughts keep drifting to her? Was he unfair to her? No, if anything she was unfair to him and his partner. At first he believed her, he wanted to work with her. It was understood that over time he'd suspect her to be the killer. She was found running down the road covered in blood. It's just a shame that the boy who had rescued her, and brought her to the hospital...died not too long ago. Bishop LeRogue, the Transfer Student.

He moved back from the door, and glanced over his shoulder. He noticed that he wasn't exactly in a 'crowd' anymore. 'The entrance,' he figured, and hurried down the corridor, but stopped when he saw multiple different pathways. This...wasn't like before, he swore it wasn't. Jim remembered the way he came through the Haunted House almost perfectly. This was different. His eyes shifted down his options. Which way was he supposed to go?

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

[Unique Romance]

[✖✖]Ryder Jean Fornell[✖✖]

xxxxW h e n Trenton messed up her last name she decided not to make a big deal out of it. It wasn't like her name was hard to remember or anything... sighing to calm her nerves she looked at the shaggy haired male "Close, it's F'O'rnell, not F'I'nell" she said exaggerating the 'O' and the 'I' in the two very different last names. Before she knew it she was falling down the stairs and a male was helping her up letting her know there was no need to take anyone to court. "Well if the guy didn't push me down the stairs I wouldn't have to sue anyone!" she said clearly over exaggerating yet again. The male was probably only trying to help her since she lost her balance when she yanked her arm from his grasp. Looking at Trenton she sighed as he continued to help her up "Sorry I didn't mean to go up there really I just got lost in the mirrors then the lights flickered and I thought the stairs were a part of the whole haunted house thing..." considering there was no chain up telling people not to go up there how was she really supposed to know? Jim was standing a little ways away, watching the oh so exciting action take place. Pretty much ignoring the silent man she then realized her dress was ripped from dusting the dirt off of it she looked up at the man who helped her up and decided being polite would be a good idea right about now "Thank-you by the way." she said trying not to sound too embarrassed at this point.

xxxxE v e n after Trent tried to help her open the door they still couldn't budge it. After he clearly seen the latch on the other side he mentioned how it wasn't funny, Ryder nodded in agreement, not that he could have seen or heard such a thing though. Jim stood there, again saying nothing. His silence kind of bothered her, she didn't per-say like quite people... usually meant they were planning something and sometimes it wasn't always the best things. After Ryder tried to find the front she was separated from Trent, which made her nerves on end. Alone, again. Hopefully this time she won't fall down a set of stairs or cut open anything.

xxxxB e f o r e she knew it she was bumped into again, stumbling back she became instantly mad "Look mister I told you to leave me alone!" her tone sounded acidity. Her eyes widened when she realized it was only Theo "Oh my god, I am so sorry! Yeah some loser pushed me down the stairs earlier..." she admitted explaining herself for the rude comment she said just moments before now. As she stood there waiting for the male to answer she felt her phone vibrate in her breast plate. Not caring what the male thought she reached between her breasts and grabbed her phone, she had two texts. One from Theo; which she decided not to answer considering he was standing right in front of her right now. The other from Jim... she didn't have to answer the text since it was only a duplicate, shrugging she pressing the reply button she thumbed a message "Do you know a secret to finding entrance? I want get out of this god-awful place!" Hitting send she placed the phone back in her breasts and sighed, little did she know that text was from the first time she went missing, the time she got "attacked" up stairs. She actually did want out, the place was too spooky and it didn't help that they were locked in from the outside and the way to the entrance was mysteriously being clouded to make it nearly impossible to not turn yourself around and go in circles.

xxxxC o m i n g back to earth, out of thoughts, she looked at Theo. She nearly forgot he was standing there even. A half embarrassed smile spread across her lips "There's no point in going to the exit, we are locked in. This place is so spooky... I'm going to kill the loser who's playing a prank on us!" she said sounding a little more angry then she intended. Who ever did this was probably some sixteen year old kid who decided it would be funny to lock a bunch of people in a haunted house and scare the living s**t out of them. If this were true she's going to kill that adolescent idiot. Just as the thought ended her phone vibrated again, groaning with disgust she grabbed it from where it was 'hiding' and flipped it open. She grazed over the number, unknown number. Odd. Continuing to read the message she nearly dropped her phone, not forgetting Theo was there she stared at her phone, reading the message over once more "Do you suppose she suffered? Poor mother dearest, wasn't it? Perhaps if you weren't such a burden to her...then maybe she wouldn't have longed for it in the first p l a c e ? What do you think brought about her suffering? Who was it... that brought her life to spiral downhill?"

xxxxU p o n reading the words that were on her phones screen her eyes began to burn, tears were dwelling behind her eye lids. She wasn't a burden on her mother... was she? Her mother's death was not her fault, who the ******** does this person think they are? Ryder was keen on thinking she was not the cause of her mothers downward spiral, not the cause of her mothers death and most definitely not a burden. Tears began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks, looking up at Theo she sighed and looked back down at the phone message. Pressing send she attempted to send a message saying "Who the ******** is this", the message wouldn't send though it was only giving her Error messages. Wanting to throw her phone she flicked it shut abruptly and shoved it back in her breast plate. Sniffing loudly she began whipping her face, her make up was most likely running down her face like mad, little did she know she was spreading blood on the one side of her face from her wound she didn't know she had. Looking at Theo she began to blush, majorly ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry about that... I just got a text from some loser who thinks he's the s**t." she tried to explain. Ryder really didn't have a clue what to do who even who it was, it could be the murderer but why would he be texting her? And the fact that the number was un-reply-able meant it wasn't able to be traced. They were back at square one. Although she will have to show the message to Jim, maybe he knew what the ******** was going on.

xxxxS h a k i n g it off she looked up at Theo again, throwing her shamefulness to the side "I'm surprised you got away from that clingy b***h this long..." she said clearly annoyed. Ryder disliked the woman, she was dressed like a total slut too, which clearly indicated she was one... What did Theo see in her? Shaking her head she decided to think about something different. In all honesty she didn't really like who Theo became over the years, a player who used women... he's pretty much the opposite of what she'd want in a man... although he still liked him. Curses to the "first crush" bull s**t. Maybe she could change Theo, she was certain she was his one anyways. Snapping out of it once more she thought about getting out of this hell hole again, "Hey, do you remember your way out again? As I said before the exit is blocked off. Some punk locked us in." she said more annoyed than before. Ryder couldn't see much of the male considering the whole haunted house was dimly lighted but she could see the outline of his body, he looked as good as he ever had, minus a few pounds of course... "Anyways, how are you? It must feel great to finally be out of that dreaded hospital eh?" she asked genuinely interested in what he had to say about it. Her mind wound up back on that text, her heart ached thinking that she could possibly be the cause of her mother's death, she wanted to fall to the floor, curl up in a ball and cry. Ryder loved her mother more than anything, was she really wanting to be around her mother that much that she became a burden? Shaking her head again she wanted to stop thinking these thoughts, she couldn't let the b*****d get to her!

[✖✖]Ⓣⓗⓔ Ⓟⓡⓞⓣⓔⓢⓣⓔⓡ ☠[✖✖]

Currently; In the Haunted House.
Costume


[[ OOC; I hope this is alright... I am a little stressed out over this break up I endured yesterday but I'm trying! ]]

[Faffleopoly]

Garvey "Vivi" Talib Sullivan

The Superstitious

People think I'm insane

Because I am frowning all the time

Piran had Vivi's brain running circles. That kid at the door the 'game' Waldo the nameless killer he knew next to nothing about. The sheer magnetism of his playful partner, and the way he seemed not to care about boundaries and would go from happy to fretting to stressed and back again in a huge random loop without warning. The seeming excitement he could almost see. Vivi was one board, of course, but he was having trouble understanding what he was running circles and the little rodent that spun gears of his brain was doing double time to keep up with them. The boy at the door... Kyle, the kid he remembered from the files. He was supposed to be in the loony bin. He had heard that Piran had visited him for awhile, only to be forces to stop on the threat of going to court. There had also been whispers about Piran and his ex-partner.. Jim? So may things about the damned cruise ship. For a second a bare second he couldn't help but feel like a spare tire. Like he was just there until the old tire got replaced or fixed, that he wasn't who Piran really wanted to work with... Then Garvey let it go. If 'Jim' if that was his name, came to take his place, he would step aside, and let him if that was what Piran wanted, even though he wanted to be part of everything. He had to reason with himself that his partner's ex-partner was no longer a detective, and could not truly take his place, and that Vivi should not let them step all over him, he was too used to people's feet... He only ever was firm for his job, to solve the case, other times, he just let people do as they would. Some of the things they did irritated him, but he never did retaliate. He constantly fought with himself, be cautious, don't made stupid choices. walk around the latter, if the black cat walks away from you,try to get it to walk to you. If the umbrella drops in the house, move. So forth and so on. If your coworkers find it funny to mess with your things because you have OCD, let them, ignore them, and pretend that it doesn't bother you. They will stop... eventually. If you're trying to catch a killer, think it through. Of course among all of those he never once thought about what would happen if he didn't reign Piran in. He didn't know the other well enough to know EXACTLY what he needed, though he tried. He really did.

The bit about stressed levels and Waldo's killing abilities and style completely coincided with the mass suicides and such. Piran was worried about him. Fare warning, he had no clue what he was up against, but he was strong, he would never take his own life. Theories on suicide frightened him too much, though he was Asian, he wasn't true blooded enough to commit seppukku so he was pretty certain he might be fine... but meeting with and 'accident' while stressed out could still be suicide... However, Piran had practically made the offer to help keep him from getting that bad. The theories, scenarios and such if how he could be driven to the edge played over and over in his mind. "I'll be sure to watch out for it, and the same goes for you, though. My door is open..." He had never invited anyone to his apartment, but he was inviting Pai, because Pai had practically invited him. It wasn't a 'come to dinner', but a, 'you need help with anything I'm here just come get me' or something along those lines. Vivi, Piran was preoccupied with that phone, and he was edgy, especially the way he wanted to go NOW, but Vivi could understand perfectly, but there were still things to talk about, like the warning Pai had just given him. time needed to stand still, let them slide through it. maybe he should make a wish on 11:11 for time to stand still or something? There was something else to make him think, a spirit summoned from nothing by a person to take the blame of something that had happened, and then kept coming back and got out of control. Made sense to him. He'd look up more info on this later. He was superstitious, all things were possible until proven not so much. Then he remembered something from the news ... what was it...? Yes, a Palmer had been found dead once, it had been on the news, he had paid attention to it because he had liked a lot of her work. He had later read her name in the report for the cruise ship, but hadn't connected the dots... "Didn't Palmer commit suicide awhile ago?" He left the unspoken question in the air, 'how is he still here?' Then again there was theories upon theories for evil spirits clinging to this world after being summoned. Even after their host or summoner was gone...

His response to the Palmer thing was slow seeing as he was told about that before he had been told about stress, but he had responded to the stress factor before his brain recalled and latched onto the details. Sullivan could be scattered and all over the place in his head. Which was one of the reasons he had to be organized and have things a certain way in the physical realm, that way he could keep from being swept into chaos. Piran was about to go on, but his phone went off, and Vivi tensed. He couldn't help it, remembering how his phone had gone off 13 times telling him to get out. This Waldo knew him, and he was majorly trying to ******** with his head. Vivi's anger seethed, but it wasn't Waldo's text, but someone else. Vivi waited Pai to text the person back and get back to what the 'we should' was and finish the sentence. Time was ticking. Then he was about to go, and he asked Piran about the deal, it was the only plausible thing that could make the other so jumpy... other than the fact there would be dead people on their hands if they didn't hurry. Piran explained about what he knew, that it may not work, but it might gain them time. He wanted to stop him, make him think sense, but there was something that kept him from it... Trust? No, it was that Piran had that set to his jaw that said he wasn't going to take no for an answer, Vivi sighed and left with the smaller detective. He kept an eye out for anything suspicious feeling slightly protective... It wasn't like Waldo was going to jump out of nowhere and attack them... but Vivi couldn't help himself. He looked at Piran the glint of glass catching his eye and he clenched his teeth, what was he thinking? What was he doing? Vivi looked ahead unable to keep watching Pai stab his wrist and feeling queasy. Blood didn't make him queasy, the thought of what he could hit when doing that. He could DIE, and... Vivi couldn't watch people hurt themselves because it was almost like he was doing it to himself, even looking away he felt like the glass was cutting his own wrist, even though there was no pain. He swallowed and kept an eye out for the haunted house.

He grabbed Piran's upper arm to lead him forward, and support him as he quickened his pace. Relief flooded his senses when he caught a glimpse of the big 'haunted' mansion and he gave his partner's arm a comforting squeeze where he held it just below the shoulder. "Yeah, Pai, we're almost there. Hold on a little longer." His voice was calm, soothing, something he had used on his little brother Jason many times after Kili's death. Vivi had never really used the shortened pet-term nickname everyone else did while talking to Piran, but it just flowed off his tongue naturally, he wasn't thinking about formalities right now, his mind was on the fact his partner was bleeding rather badly from a self inflicted deep gash on his arm, and he wanted to cover it up and apply pressure to it, but Piran would get mad at him, so he pushed on and grit his teeth. "You owe me a bag of fortune cookies and some cotton candy for this Pai. I hope you realize that." He was gritting his teeth and trying to think of something ANYTHING else. All that came to mind was that he really wanted a fortune cookie right now... and they were at a festival. He pulled Pai up to the back entrance of the Mansion and he found it shut. "s**t pai, we're here, but it looks like it's started already, do your stuff, what ever it is you're going to do... Maybe the front is still open." He studied the iron doors for a latch or something to move and open the doors. If there was anything about Vivi that he was confident about was the roped muscles of his body, well trained and honed by martial arts and the like, but even he was no match for solid iron doors. "You alright Pai?" He still hadn't realized what he was calling the other, and his partner looked rather pale and sick. Which made him pale a little in worry. "You didn't cut anything vital did you?" This whole thing was absurd, crazy, even frightening, but here he was ready to kick down a door for his lunatic partner to do something inside or something so they could save the lives of the people meant to die that night. He wanted to save them almost as badly as he wanted to stop Pai's bleeding. Without thinking... possibly in frustration the usually over looked 'scrawny' detective bodily lifted his partner, and trotted them to the entrance of the haunted house hoping that would be open. He didn't trust Pai to be fast enough on his own, and to be quite frank it wasn't as if Pai wasn't always in his space anyway. Though, he wasn't thinking that, he just wanted in. his mental clock was saying it was about 11:08 to 11:10 ish. Cutting it close. He put Pai down at the entrance which was open and waited for the other to do something... What ever it was he was going to do.

I need someone to show me

I can't see the things that make true happiness

The things in life that I can't find

I must be blind

Paranoid_Black Sabbath

[Michirugurl]

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

The Gambler

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Nathanael watched the detective continued to question Hayden. Something about him didn't seem quite right about either of these detectives but there was no proof of it. Besides it's not like Nathanael could explain what it was. He wanted them to see that Hayden was not feeling so well; she seemed confused lost and scared so why do they keep pressuring her for more answers?"Look detective, I know it is your job to get all the answers and all the facts down but as you can see Hayden doesn't feel so well and she needs some space. Just give her some time to think about what has occurred here tonight. I'm sure she'll get back to you if she remembers anything or if anything jogs her memory." he then looked at the detective seriously before taking out his hand. "I'm Nathanael by the way." he told him just to make sure he didn't look suspicious in any way. Nathanael then brought up his arm, pulled back the sleeved and checked the time. it was already 11:08 time just continued to keep moving and fast. " Detective I know that what I say might not be important to you but I want you to know that I have known Hayden for a few years now and well she is a very responsible person, one who does thing right and always thinks about what she does before she does it. She never seemed like the kind of person to do something out of the ordinary or..." Nathanael didn't want to finish the sentence because it felt odd saying it. "crazy." he then turned towards Hayden and gave her a quick smile. As much as Nathanael hated to admit it, he hated seeing Hayden this way; in fact Nathanael has never seen Hayden in a state similar or like this. He would much rather prefer her to hate him than to see her like this.

Nathanael couldn't believe all that had happened in one night, he felt like doing the same thing as Hayden and just go home. Might not exactly like that he would probably sit in his recliner while having a drink to think a little and relax before going off to bed. But that was obviously out of the question. He didn't even have the patience for all this nonsense that he was dealing with. He really wasn't expecting any of this to happen or for the night to turn out like this. He had other things in mind to do for the night, but things just happen and he has no control over it. What Nathanael didn't understand is how it happened and how it not only affected Hayden but her friend Kaelin as well. They both seemed to have been going through the same thing almost at the same time, more like after one another. Almost as if something passed from one person to the other. Sort of like a contagious sickness, someone has it then it goes on to the next person and the next one until its gone or cured. Nathanael snapped out of his thoughts before coming back to reality and he looked at Hayden. "I'm driving you home or to the hospital whichever is first." he told her in a much more commanding tone than a request. Besides Hayden was not in any condition to be driving home, she could worry about her car later. Right now she was number one priority. Not to mention Nathanael wanted to make sure she was safe and at home by the time he got to his own house. It would kill him all night if he let her go not knowing if she went home.

Nathanael came back to earth when detective Piran said something about leaving a contact information in case he wanted to ask more question and something about calling him Hayden's boyfriend!? did he hear that correctly or was that his imagination? In any case Nathanael couldn't help but chuckling at his little comment. "I'm sorry detective but I’m afraid your mistaken, there is no intimate relationship between us I can assure you it's strictly business, nothing more." he told him quite casually even though Nathanael couldn't help which it was true and that they were a couple. He thought they were perfect for one another, Hayden was smart, and ha d a strong head on her shoulders, besides she saves his life all the time and manages all his schedules keep him in check. While Nathanael would do all the romantic things, like making her feel safe secure and happy, taking her out to dinner. Though he might just tick her off once in a while, because for some strange reason he likes seeing her mad. He would be the one to lead them in to all new types of directions. There were many times when Nathanael wished she would look his way but instead she never paid much attention to him, hated him, and found him disgusting. It wasn't his fault he was such a player, he just didn't want to get hurt again. He already gone through a heartbreak he wouldn't want to go through another one. He would much rather hurt the other person than he gets hurt ever again. Nathanael then gave his business card to detective Piran "Here is my business card, I’m always available and willing to pick up the phone if you have any more questions. My business address is on there as well as my work number cell number and house number in case you ever needed to reach me. Your best bet is to reach me trough my cell. I will also give you Hayden's cell number in case you need to talk with her about anything." Nathanael told the detective the number as he wrote down on his pad. He smiled and took out hand. "Pleasure meeting you detective" he said as he got ready to go help Hayden "And don't worry I'll take good care of Hayden and make sure everything is alright." and Nathanael then left to go to Hayden.

As Nathanael helped Hayden get her things he noticed Brittanya from the corner of his eyes. Trough all the craziness and making Hayden was alright Nathanael forgot she was there, but he would never mention that out loud. He listened to her talk to the detective and ask him questions annoyed and ready to leave. Even though Brittanya was a big drama queen and loved attention Brittanya definitely knew how to make her annoyance seen by everyone. Nathanael though she was very beautiful, there was no doubting that, someone he might even take to bed with given the right circumstances and situation. But nothing more than that, she wasn't his type of girl and he really didn't want to get involved in her personal life. He had his crap to go through. But he knew she was interested in him and he wasn't going to let that slide. He would make sure he seemed interested in her as well. After she finished he felt her get close to him asking if nothing would happen to them. "Of course not Ladies, whatever is going we will get to the bottom of it. and I'll protect both of you, for I’m not scared, nor do I believe in this type of thing." He said with a smirk as he locked eyes with Brittanya for a moment then going back to helping Hayden. Alright Hayden let's get you going he told her as he tried to help her up. But then the medic came asking for Hayden to go join her friend Kaelin and go to the medic with her. "If she is going I’m going too, i need to make sure you are alright and I will not take no for an answer because I am not leaving you no matter what you say." he told the medic than Hayden. As he began following her Nathanael turned around to face Brittanya. "are coming as well? Or maybe you’re tired? If you are then you might want to go home." he told her to see how far Brittanya was willing to go just to get Nathanael all to herself.

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

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[midgetminion]

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

Waltzing into the talked up Haunted House, Isolde couldn't help but let her eyes trail about the dimly lit space from beneath her cat-girl mask. The cobwebs in the corner, the blood that was here and there, the eerie sounds of creaking floors and a number of other different elements made a chill run up her spine. One arm hugged herself while the other crossed over that one, yet was holding tightly onto her whip. Everyone knew how haunted houses worked. There would be a number of people who would want to jump out at her for the soul purpose of scaring her, and since she didn't have anyone there with her, she wasn't sure how fun this would be. Perhaps the brunette should have simply waited outside for Madeleine to show meet up. Then again, this was merely day one of the festival, so if she couldn't make it through the first floor of the horror house, then how did she expect to easily get past the second and third level on the other days? There were probably little kids who could easily get through this. They would probably scream a few times, but they usually were giggling when they were walking out the back exit. No way was she going to be outdone by a bunch of kids, so of course she wasn't about to run away.

'Then again I could've always played the damsel card and got some macho-wannabe guy to walk me through it,' crossed the female's mind as she glanced back over her should towards the entrance. Izzy knew that if she at least sided with that idea, there was he chance of putting her golddigger skills to the test. After all, men were such suckers that would give or do just about anything if you knew how to control them. After all, her necklace was mere proof of that. Thinking about this caused the female's lips to curve into a satisfied smirk. She had received a number of nice things over her time of her little business, but the choker had to be one of the best. Isolde definitely figured that taking it to a jeweler would be an order of business for the morning, you know, just to see exactly how much it was worth. Sure, she had a pretty good feeling that it wasn't a knock off, but on the chance that it was she knew which client she could let go of. After all, it wasn't like she enjoyed her customers for the sex, but more so what material possessions they could supply.

Isolde made her way further and further into the house only to be startled by some zombie looking freak who's eyes were bulging out of their head which blood trailing down their sockets. Of course, since this had came out of presumably nowhere, a sharp scream left her lips as she quickly stepped back, pulling up her whip to shield herself. Of course the zombie man stalked away to disappear in the shadows, also known as a 'employees only' room. "Calm down," she mumbled to herself as her free hand had moved over her heart, feeling it's rapid beating. Although as the seconds went on the beating started to return to normal pace as she breathed in from her nose. She could hear the voices of others further down, yet it all seemed partially distorted, so she couldn't tell what they were saying. Oh well, the golddigger easily ruled it out as other people, like herself, who were making their way through the snoopy house...they just were smart enough to have multiple people in their group.

Just as the thought ran through her mind, she felt her phone vibrate, so she pulled it out her her costume to see who it was from. It didn't surprise her any that it was from her bestie, Madeleine. Maybe this means she's nearby,' she thought to herself as she opened up the message. Good, so the girl was going to meet her at the Haunted House....yet this made her wonder if she needed to tell the girl to just meet her at the back half of it. That way, she wouldn't have to potentially waste anymore time than she had to. Or maybe it would be faster to just turn around and wait at the entrance for the blonde. But turning back would mean having to go back the that annoying zombie guy again...and there was no way she was doing that again. 'I'll just tell her to meet me outside of it,' she mentally decided as her eyes continued scanning over the text. Well, that answered her question- Maddie didn't even wanna go inside of it, so she made the right choice. The last she wanted was for the other girl to wind up lost and scared. Although the fact that she was wanting to know more about the item she wanted to show her made Izzy smile to herself as she started to work on the text to the Clueless.

k, I'll c u when I get
out. + ur hint is that
it's sumthin I can wear

She wanted to come out and say that she was gifted an expensive necklace, but figured it would be more fun to simply show the other. Now she was definitely, excited about it. She quicken her step, making the sound of her boots clicking upon the floor even louder. Although when she ran into a spider web, the girl freaked out and dropped her cell phone on accident. [******** my life," She said under her breath as she ran a hand over her face, and shoulder to pull off the thin, sticky cotton. And once she felt she was free of that, the girl turned her sights downward to pick up her phone and whip. Kneeling down, she grabbed the glowing phone, however had to feel around a bit in order to locate the whip. "This costume was so not meant for this," she said to herself as she knew her movements were being slightly constricted because of the skin tight leather.

As she felt around, she heard the sound of someone running, or maybe they were jogging. Isolde doubted that it was one of the staff, but figured that it was someone who had been scared out of their wits. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that the guy looked like Theo. No, she was fairly certain that he was Theodore. Blinking, she watched, as he went further down the hall, yet trailed her eyes the way he came from and didn't see Maddie right behind him. 'What's he doing?' she wondered to herself as she fastened the whip to her belt of her costume and stood back up. Izzy started to follow after the other, yet kept a good distance in between them so she wouldn't be noticed. The female was more interested in finding out why he wasn't with his girlfriend, since she was suppose to be coming to the haunted house as well. Izzy was always suspicious of the party-animal, since she knew he was quite the dog. After all, the guy was the biggest womanizer around, and she wished that Maddie would simply open her eyes to see Theo for who he truly was.

It was only when she rounded the corner that she saw Theo talking with some chick. Okay, so he wasn't really talking when she look, but she heard the girl was talking to him, and frankly, she didn't like what she was hearing. 'I KNEW he was a dog,' she thought to herself as she glared at the back of Theo. She tried calmly approaching them, since she wasn't about to let something like this slide. Especially because Madeleine was her best friend, and she didn't want her to get hurt. "Clingy b***h?" she repeated, obviously ticked off, which was visible since her arms were crossed tightly under her chest. "I knew you were a pig, but right after you get out of the hospital? How could you?" she asked shaking up her, not getting why Theo couldn't at least pretend he wasn't a jerk. "Especially with some chunky, hating, wannabe, cinder-ashes." she rudely stated flicking a wrist in Ryder's direction. It wasn't as if Ryder was really fat, but since Maddie was a stick, she knew that there was no way the other girl weighed less than her. Just like how she had no proof the girl shared any resemblances with Cinderella other than the fact she was blonde with a blue dress on.

[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




Hayden needed to get a grip. She needed to snap out of it, and get going. It wasn’t normal for her to be feeling like this, and much less show it. She was used to pushing everything, ignoring whatever emotions she was feeling. She didn’t like dealing with them, though she could help her friends with theirs. She breathed in and out deeply, pushing down the torrent of emotions she was feeling at the moment, willing them to go away. She was so zoned out that she didn’t even hear the detective calling Nathanael her boyfriend. Usually, she was have made a comment, probably a very unhappy one, but the comment barely registered. She did, eventually, managed to get herself somewhat in control. She sucked in a deep breath again, and looked up, ready to do whatever was needed. But, surprise surprise, Nathanael somehow had everything under control. That was indeed a shock, seeing as she was used to her doing everything, and he usually needed her to remember what to do.

She followed him, after letting him help her up, remaining quiet. She really just wanted to go home, and sleep this whole day off. But she also knew that Kaelin would need someone with her, and she highly doubted that Brittanya would be of any help there. She would probably runoff somewhere with some doctor… or something. “I’m coming” she said the medic. Well, home could wait. Right now, her best friend was more important. Next time, she would keep a better eye on her. And so, she quickened her pace ever so slightly, following the medic to wherever they had brought Kaelin. She had been acting weird in the past few days… Had the events of tonight had to do with it? But then, why would whatever had happened to Hayden happen? She couldn’t remember anything that could have triggered something of the sort…

Soon, they had reached Kaelin. Hayden practically ran the last few steps she needed to get to her friend. As soon as she was next to her, she took her uninjured hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. “Hey…” she said quietly. “Someone said you asked for me. Are you okay?” she asked, clearly worried. And just like that, Hayden had forgotten all about how she felt, and she was concentrating only on her friend. As the oldest of the two, and, in her opinion, the strongest one, she often fell in to a sort of motherly role. Sure, Kaelin had never asked for her to do so, and Hayden didn’t mean it. But whenever she saw her friend in pain, sad, or anything of the sort, Hayden just… acted the way she was now. She was usually cold and distant, but with Kaelin she was whole different person. But that was only because she fully trusted her friend. She had earned it. No one else had really done that so far. “I’ll go to the hospital with you, alright? And then we can call your dad” she said, trying to smile, and failing miserably.

Around that time, she also realized that Nathanael and Brittanya were still with them. She twisted her head towards them, frowning slightly. She wasn’t blind; clearly, Brittanya wanted her boss, and she doubted Nathanael minded the attention. “You can go with Brittanya” she told Nathanael. “I’ll be fine now. I’ll get a ride with Kaelin’s father, and just come pick up my car tomorrow.” In other words, she was promising not to drive tonight. She had enough of a head on her shoulders to know that she was in no condition to drive. Plus, if she could, she wanted to ride the ambulance with Kaelin. It was probably not needed, but Hayden also needed the comfort, even though she wasn’t showing it.

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


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Nothing was making sense, and Brittanya felt as though she really wasn't getting any true answers towards the situation. Everything seemed so very vague. Or more so, it felt like she was being ignored. She deserved to know what was going on as much as anyone else. And before she knew it, the most feminine out of the two was off on his way; soon by his almost as feminine partner. The fact that they were in such a hurry brought Brittanya to doubt that they were going to answer anything else. Then she noticed it seemed as if Nathanael was ignoring her too. Sure her information might've seemed vague, but she answered the questions the best she could. She was jealous, she felt antzy, as if she was simply going to speak up so she could simply hear the sounds of her own voice. It was practically an anxious feeling. But she didn't. Instead she watched as the Gambler moved to his secretary, though glanced over towards the direction Kaelin had been in. So much for her plan. So much for getting on Kaelin's good side. But she tried...Kaelin was simply acting so strange. Like everything that was happening. Perhaps she was the only one who was sane? Or maybe this was truly some practical joke?

That would at least make sense.

She listened to when Nathanael had went on to say all of those things about Hayden. It was weird; he wasn't like the reputation that she had heard of at all...he was...different. He seemed like he genuinely cared. Kaelin had cut herself, Brittanya was sure of it. She bet that in that haunted house that guy with the chainsaw could vouch for it. Was it necessary though? Was it necessary to go out of her way to prove that the blonde was the one who was acting strange and not the other way around? They probably didn't even think she was crazy, they simply disregarded her presence as a whole. Well, Brittanya was the type of person that believed that if she was going to be treated as if she was invisible, then she'd just have to go somewhere else where she'd actually be seen. She thought Nathanael was someone who liked adventure and women, maybe she was wrong. If anything, he did seem like he was trying to be Hayden's boyfriend. They were even talking about going to the hospital together. The Drama-Queen doubted she was welcome to go to anything like that. Besides, it'd probably be best if she didn't. She was a model, it was expected that she continue to make an appearance.

There wasn't a real killer.

Truth be told the Drama-queen was at the point where she was tempted to walk off, doubting anyone would notice one way or another. And though he started speaking to them. She figured it wasn't even really directed to her, but to the general group. Expression wise, she didn't know if there was anything truth to her interest. She was upset, and just chose to hide it. He was helping Hayden. He practically was saying that he was in love with Hayden! She was seriously ready to bring up her hand and just give them a 'seeya' sort of wave and leave. She didn't see one reason why she should stay over there. Were they in danger? She thought everyone was over-reacting. She didn't even fully understand what those detectives were even chasing after. No one cut Kaelin's hand! Though she had to admit, she couldn't explain the condition of the bathroom. Well, the mirror, yes. Kaelin probably broke it when she was having her episode. Everything else...was there much of anything? Though she had to admit, Hayden had acted weird as well. She was confused.

And then he honestly looked over at her. He actually decided to take his precious time and shift it from Hayden, who wasn't even hurt, and acknowledge the fact that she existed. And what did he do? He gave her two options. She could either come with them, or she could go home and go to bed. She blankly stared at him, though allowed her expression to relax a bit more as a sigh escaped her lips. Would she give up her entire evening to take Kaelin to the hospital? It seemed like it. 'While we're out, we might as well visit an exorcist...' "I don't mind," she said, "Kaelin...really...scared me. Everything was strange." Well, it wasn't a lie. Technically she did sort of scare her. Surprisingly Hayden said that she could stay with Nathanael though. She was about to smile towards the decision, but heard that Kaelin's father was involved. It wasn't faaaair. She needed for Kaelin's dad to see that she was friends with his daughter so that Charlotte would stop getting obvious favorism around the company. "Are you sure...?" Brittanya hesitantly spoke up, unsure of what she was supposed to do now.

Nothing was going how she had pictured it. Which was strange, because everything started out so nice. She and Kaelin were both dressed in Alice in Wonderland themed costumes. Hayden had even left to hang out with Kaelin one on one time. And what happened? Chaos.

"Actually, there's something I need to go see with my own eyes, she spoke up, as she took a few steps away from them. The way things were going, she was just going to get upset and rant mentally to herself the entire night. No, instead she wanted to make sure that there was nothing for her to worry about. There had to be proof. Surely that haunted house has some kind of security footage. Or she'd just go find that chainsaw guy and talk to him directly. Oh wait, isn't that the very thing that she had suggested before? Weren't there quite a bit of ideas that she suggested before that no one seemed to notice? She had even brought up the suspicion of Charlotte, who she believed had killed Rebecca Palmer. Did anyone listen? Noooo~. The detectives didn't even act as though it held any interest. She thought the suspicion of the death of the designer was a lot more fascinating than a shy girl who simply snapped and had no memory of it. Perhaps Kaelin had something wrong with her head? It happened. What if it was a split personality sort of thing. SHe didn't even have a way of getting in touch it the detectives.

No, she figured she'd just prove it to everyone how silly they were acting. There was not a killer running around. "Besides, I wouldn't want to slow you down towards getting to the hospital--- I'm sorry that I asked you to come to the festival. Perhaps this is my fault," she figured that Kaelin would have blamed her anyways. It's only normal. Everyone typically looks for a scapegoat to keep them out of trouble.

<<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



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

[midgetminion]

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Nothing travels faster than light...

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

...which follows its own rules.

Hearing Craig's voice drop as he claim to already know everything that she was telling him, a small sigh sounded from her. This...was definitely going to be a problem. It was becoming more and more obvious every time the other opened his mouth, especially because of the way he would trail off. Micky had a pretty good feeling that he wasn't telling her everything that he was thinking. This was a thought that she wanted to be able to cast aside, to pretend that he was going to be completely fine, however Michelle knew that was not the case. Only a completely delusion, airhead would ignore all of the signs and not take any extra precautions. Who cares that the female was born with pure blonde hair. The shade had changed over time, so she tried not to fall too much under the stereotypical dumb blonde. Yes, there were times when she would play the ditsy role if it would help her land a story, but when it came to her mischievous schemes, she liked to think things through a bit more. Part of the reporter had just wished that she had considered that something like this was going to happen so she could already have a back-up plan. Oh well, the twenty year-old knew how to think on her feet.

'I'll just have to get his mind off of it,' she silently figured to herself, as her brows knitted and her lips twisted as she was giving this situation much thought. She couldn't help that she tended to make that face when she had to think hard about something. It was a habit she tried to work on, but found herself doing it without even realizing. But all of that was besides the point. Right now, she needed to deal with the fact that even Craig knew the way he was talking wasn't going to help anyone. However just disregarding it wasn't the approach Micky felt comfortable with. "I'll remember that" she slowly answered along with a nod of her head, then looked off. "Let's just try not to talk like that in front of the targets." she suggested as her hazel eyes cut back towards him. Arms loosely crossed underneath her chest as her gaze returned to the crowd of people enjoying themselves around them. Her eyes where on them, although she wasn't really paying attention to them. Instead, she was still thinking about what she was about to say next.

"Remember, it's too late to turn back now," the reporter calmly reminded, "We've already started getting dirty- might as well be filthy before we wash it away," she smirked. Michelle just wanted to be sure that the male wouldn't double cross her. Why? Because if he backed out, then that meant that he wouldn't keep up his end of the bargain, which was helping her with a hot story of her own. Of course the twenty year-old wasn't about to forget her own goals. She had bills to pay and there was a hot story on the rise. There was no way she was going to completely forget about the mass suicides that had happened. Just as she was sure that she could count on some kind of suicide happening tonight. That was why the female didn't plan on leaving the fair until she caught either a bloody mess on camera, an attempt of suicide, someone standing on the ledge of something, or anything to lead to the assumption that foul play was going on. It really was a shame that the reporter had missed the possession in the bathroom.

She was tempted to go ahead and tell the camera man that she wanted to go ahead and do some snooping around, however stopped herself when she heard Craig mention that he would get the pictures no matter what. It took a lot longer than it should have for him to say it, but at least he forced himself to speak the words in the first place. That showed that his confidence was starting to pick up- slowly, but surely. Hey, he even was curious about the sting location was going to take place. "That's...a good question," she admitted as she clapped her hands together, pivotting to face Craig. "And I will make sure to get back to you as soon as I find out." Michelle didn't think to set up a place ahead of time since she didn't even know when this was going to happen. It all depended on Theodore and when he could get away from his girlfriend. "Oh, wouldn't it be funny if when I was making out with Theo or whatever, if you were hanging out with Maddie , and casually walked her to wherever I am so you could be all prince charming and all that jazz. You know, looking better in comparison, and then she'll run to you, and you can stomp all over her like she did to you!" The scenario had been said as it was coming to her mind, which is what lead it to become more wordy than it had to be.

Regardless, Micky knew that she had time until she would have to worry about any of that stuff. It wasn't like the party-animal had given the green flag yet, which meant she could go into reporter mode! Her hazel eyes trailed back out to the mass of people walking about to see if it looked like anything suspicious was going on. Well, there wasn't any horrified screams, but she did notice something almost as good. "Kyle Carson?" slipped past her lips as she reached back to grab at Craig. "Take pic, take a pic," quickly left her lips as she refused to take her eyes off of the teen. Instead, she started crouching down as she walked, gesturing with her hand for Craig to follow. She didn't want to be spotted just yet, but wanted to get closer. The male was wearing what seemed to be a Tinkerbell costume...at least she figured as much when she noticed a girl with him dressed as a pirate. 'So glad I didn't go for the dress in that color,' crossed the reporter's mind as she recalled picking out her pirate wench dress. How awkward would it have been if the girls were wearing the exact same outfit? Extremely awkward. Pulling out her mini notepad from her hidden pocket, the female withdrew the small pen from the spine of the pad. Surely Craig got some pictures by now, since the reporter then stood up fully and quickened her steps as she called out, "Excuse me, Kyle Carson. May I have a few moments of your time?" raising the pin in one hand while the notebook was open to a blank page.

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((DRESSED AS A:: PIRATE WENCH))