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

[mokiepuppymaster]

Call or Write...A phone call was suddenly issued on the Drug-Dealer’s cellphone. Whether or not he picked up or not didn’t matter. A raspy, hushed voice was soon sounded on the recorder or into the ear of the male. However if someone other than the Dealer answered, it was immediately hung up. The number itself only read ‘no number’. “Pretty boy,” the male spoke out in a low, almost sing-songy, taunting manner. “He’s starting t’ get suspicious. I can try t’ push ya deadline further back, but--- I’m notta miracle worker. You don’t got many allies, so consider yourself lucky I’d even bother.” He may have recognized the voice as Bonz, then again, in the little ‘circle’, hardly anyone knew anyone’s real name anymore.

The Boss, is a person that hardly anyone in the circle has ever seen. Even the Gambler has never laid eyes on him, though has spoken or dealt with a number of his associates, the Drug-Dealer being one of them.

ø ø ø ø ø ø ø ø ø ø

The Caretaker’s Apprentice entered the room following behind her mentor, though something about her seemed…off. She was dazed, and seemed to stare off into space. In her hands she held the tray that held the food that the two would be able to take with their medication (and sometimes directly after, depending on the difficulty). There was almost a dark glint in her eyes as she glanced over towards her mentor as she went about with her work. This time, the Caretaker’s Apprentice only stood back and watched. Even her stance was far from the nervous one she often would have. Obviously this was the Personality that was in control, however the caretaker hadn’t noticed. Just as she had no idea that hidden near Kyle’s food, taped to the bottom of his dish was a letter. This would have been the second that the male would have received.

The first, a few days before the suicide tragedies had begun, was unmarked (sender wise), it didn’t even have a signed name at the bottom. The personality couldn’t even recall how she came in contact with the letter. She didn’t ask, instead she read it before taping it into place so the Gamer could find it. She never voiced that she read his mail, just as the Caretaker’s Apprentice had no idea that any of this was going on to begin with. The first letter read off:

Stings that do not break;
Thinner than wire, but stronger than chains.
Bound by blood, mind and soul…
Even your dreams will belong to me.
I will shock them all into whispers,
Apologies will be meaningless….

While today’s was a tad longer, and the page was stained with the smell of ashes, with a few spots of blood on the corner. Even the writing seemed to have traces of frustration present.

A box within a cage, all colored in white.
My shackles; my chains will be the only ones you will wear.
How many will have to fall? How many will have wail in despair?
And yet, this isn’t the list, but it is being written.
It may be vague and clouded, but you can locate them.
You can find the ones that will open the key.
You can branch the link between us.
Just walk through the door.
You will be untouchable if you take the right measures;
Blanket yourself with the night, my puppet.

Before she had to leave, the Personality reached into her pocket, and slipped the Marionette a pack of sour skittles. After all, if he ever wanted anything, all he had to do was ask.

[[OoC: The puppeting of the Caretaker's Apprentice's Personality is simply due to the fact that she hasn't been posting. Of course all of this can be moving according to whatever you guys were going to do with the actual caretaker, whether it deals with pills or not. I tried leaving it open. I'll most likely decorate this better later.]]

...You will still be contacted

[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 I see you’re in on time as usual.”

Hayden was working, silently and effectively as usual when Nathanael, her boss, entered her office. She looked up when he spoke, nodding her head slightly. It wasn’t like she had even been late before. The girl made it her duty to be on time every day, and for everything she planned. And if she wasn’t there on the time agreed on, it was usually because she had arrived early. Hayden hated to be late to anything. When he continued about some company, she quickly wrote the name down. She should have been honoured by the compliment he gave her, about trusting her, but she didn’t. He had probably said that to every other secretary he had in the past. Sure, she had lasted the longest thus far, but still... It was probably one of those things he just said so his employees didn’t hate him completely. Not that it actually worked. “I’ll see what I can find for you” she told him. She was about to turn back to her work when he continued talking. What she was hearing, she did not like.

Fact was, she did have plans. Plans that she didn’t want to have to cancel. But how exactly could she say no to her boss? Fact was, she didn’t know what he would do or say if she did say no. She needed the job after all, if she wanted to keep being able to pay for school, her apartment, and other things of the sort. But really, he couldn’t do this to her could he? Sure, he was paying her more for it, but still. She was even supposed to finish early and everything. What was next? Having to stay late on top of everything? Her boss really infuriated her, and not just once in a while. Every day, often more than once, he managed to anger her. But this really took the cake, with how he was forcing her to not only work tonight, but also spend a good part of it with him, something she really did not want to do. God, she already did everything here, did she really need to do everything for him outside of work as well? What was next, getting him dress him the morning? Tying his shoes and making him breakfast?

Hayden knew she probably could have said something. But she didn’t. No, instead she just nodded, turning back to her files and folders, hoping he would get the hint and leave. He was already ruining her whole night, what else did he want? But of course, Nathanael always wanted something else, and right now, it seemed like it would be a sandwich. She lifted her head, forcing herself not to frown at him. She would not give her the satisfaction of knowing he had just ruined her whole day. But then again, he probably already knew. “I know” she said simply, with yet another nod of her head. Goodness, why couldn’t he simply leave her alone? She stood up, smoothing any wrinkles that might have gotten in her clothes from sitting. “I’ll be sure to be quick” she assured her. If he was in such a rush to get it, he could just go get it himself...

She left a few seconds after he left her office. She sighed as she did so, grabbing her purse with her as she did. She quickly headed towards the main entrance, off towards the nearest coffee shop. She knew they made both good coffees and good sandwiches there, both of which were things she needed at the moment. She headed there quickly, her pace brisk. She honestly just wanted to get whatever she needed and leave already. As she walked, her phone vibrated, though she didn’t answer it right away. The girl hadn’t quite mastered the whole walking-while-texting technique, and she didn’t want to risk falling flat on her face. How would she explain that to her boss? “Sorry I’m late because I tripped?” No way. She would just wait to be in line before reading it.

It didn’t take her long to be at the coffee shop. But of course, like she had expected, there was indeed a line up. And so, while she waited, she read the text she had received, once again from her best friend.

textmessageTo: Kaelin
textmessageI’m sure we’ll be able
textmessagecolor=[black]to convince your father
textmessageto let you go. Bad news
textmessagethough, I have to work
textmessagewhile there. My boss has
textmessageto be there and he decided
textmessageto drag me along. We can still
textmessagehang out together most of the
textmessagetime though, so long as we
textmessagestay close to him. I’ll call your
textmessagedad when I’m done work okay?
textmessagess--Hayden

She hit send when she was done, and closed her cellphone. By then, she had arrived at the front of the line. She quickly ordered Nathanael’s coffee and sandwich, made of course, just the way her boss liked them. After paying, she picked up what she ordered, and quickly made her way back to the office. When she got there, about twenty-five minutes had passed, meaning she would be on time, thankfully. She passed by the other employees without speaking or looking at them, not because she felt she was better than them, but because she knew how her boss got if she was even just one minute too late. When she got to her office, she paused to drop off her purse, before heading to Nathanael’s much bigger one. “Your coffee and your sandwich" she told him simply, her voice even. “And I cancelled my plans as you asked” she added, a tone just a hint cooler than before.

[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 • • •

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It didn’t really matter that there was a new text message inside of Pai’s pocket. It was much too late to receive it after he felt it. Actually, he didn’t even notice he had it because he was distracted by what was in front of him; his partner. The detective never failed to notice how his partner reacted every time he grabbed him, but that never stopped the officer. It never would. Piran could feel some of his excitement die just a little bit on the inside when Graham replied with the fact that he did not have another case—figured… It wouldn’t make sense for Graham to get one and not for Piran. They were connected.. They shared things. At least Piran liked to think so. He shared whatever he could with Graham. He’d even share his apartment should the male want to spend the night or something! He’d make sure that Sammy didn’t come over for a personal night if Graham was there. That would just be embarrassing! For all three of them. Piran shook the thought from his head. He doubted that Graham would be asking to stay at his house any time soon. There really wasn’t a reason—and even Jimmy had never actually asked to come over to Pai’s house—though back then, it had been his family’s house. Maybe that was why Jimmy never wanted to… Jimmy did butt-heads with a lot of people… Piran honestly had no idea how his family would have reacted to the guy. The ravenette’s eyes widened when he realized where his thoughts had gone. He hadn’t thought so many things about Jimmy in a long time. More than the momentary, is there a message from him thought, that is.

The detective shook that thought from his head too. It wouldn’t do any good to be thinking about this stuff right now. His eyes trailed over the other male’s shoulder and more towards his desk when he mentioned he was reading something. That something was probably a fortuneteller of some kind. Like a horoscope page. That was often what the other referred to when he mentioned things like that. ”Is there anything in there about the festival? Like… wearing costumes that go together?” He purred into the other male’s skin as he rubbed his nose against Graham’s ear just a little bit. Piran had been thinking about how they could blend in better and a couples costume would do it, at least he assumed. But then if they did decide to have costumes that went together… they’d be thrown together really quickly or store bought which weren’t always that good looking and that would be a problem since Piran liked Halloween and especially dressing up on Halloween. Then Piran couldn’t help but assume that Graham was the type to dress up for Halloween if not for just being suspicious of the day and hiding from the creature that the day was originally based around. He was superstitious to the point where it was almost religious… which meant that he had to follow the traditions of a day like Halloween if only just in fear of what’ll happen if he doesn’t, right?

Then something else hit Piran mentally. His. Check. Bounced. Check for what? And more importantly; why would it bounce? ”Maybe the chief would know? Do you have more than one job?” Piran couldn’t help asking as if it were a habit of his to start asking questions the moment something unexpected or unknown happened. Of course now it was only because he wanted to help his partner… mostly. ”That’s really weird.” He pondered out loud as he released the other male as he stood up and Piran took a step back or two and that gave Graham more room than he had a moment ago. Maybe if they didn’t get a case soon they could make their own and both figure out why Graham’s check bounced—at least it didn’t include doing a bunch of paperwork! Research was way different to Piran than paperwork. Like an apple and an orange except either fruit was delicious and the same couldn’t be said about paperwork versus investigative work.

His smile widened just a bit more as it was agreed on that they would go work on the last cases paperwork which was code for ‘the case we’re not supposed to be working on but we’re investigating anyway because it’s so juicy and how can we not investigate it’. It was a long title, but it was well worth the time to think about because it always brought Piran’s body to feel as if it were tingling from the blood that rushed through his body as if also excited for chance, the case, the mystery that he hadn’t tasted since the cruise ship. Since the death and disappearance of Waldo. Subconsciously he licked his lips when the felt tingly. ”Okay, let’s go then!” He quickly said as he wanted to pull his mind away from the place that it was headed. He turned on his heels and happily lead the way to his office as he took a small swallow. When they entered his office, Piran stopped by the door to wait for Gram to enter before he shut it for the privacy. A devilish grin pulled onto his lips while his head was bowed just a little bit. Now where to start this little baby off, hm? There wasn’t a whole bunch of information on the murders yet, and since they couldn’t go to the crime scenes… Piran couldn’t gather anything other than what he stole from the reports. ”Did you see the news this morning? There were more suicides.” Piran stated. His arms came over his chest and his head came up just a little bit, though his green eyes looked at the floor as he fell into his pondering thoughts. Every time suicide was involved… every time, he was reminded, and he’d have to force himself away from that because he knew that it wasn’t that. He was reminded so often to the point of annoyance and he wondered if this was ever plotted in that head of the imaginary. He wondered that all the time.

”I never get it. Why would someone kill themselves?” Piran questioned out loud as the gears in his head continued to turn. He never understood and he probably never would. What would make someone want to kill themselves? As interesting as people were… as complex as they were, the shouldn’t ever be anything that could ever drive someone to the edge of a building—then again, he thought the same thing about stabbing someone. He didn’t know why so many people were arrested. What pushed people to that point. Piran rubbed the bridge of his nose. ”Well tonight! We get to get up close and personal and learn a little more about those people. Maybe it’ll give us an idea as to why they killed themselves—but I’d thought that group suicide had been dropping in popularity. It sucks to be wrong.” His weight shifted from his left side to his right side as he put a bit of air into his cheeks in something of a pout. ”Whatda’ya think?” He asked perkily, but toned down just a bit from a moment ago. ”Oh! And the costume thing; brilliant, right?” The smile on his face had grown back up again as he felt proud of the idea for their camouflage. He knew it wouldn’t be weird and the station wouldn’t really expect less what with the relationship they always teased him and Jimmy about having, which they didn’t have—but it was pretty much expected now. Not that Graham knew about the exact status of Pai’s relationship to his partner—or the rumors. When he’d come along, they’d already gone down by a monster load.

Thankfully.

◇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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He knew if he were going to get out of it, he'd have to call eventually. It was just weird the more and more he thought about it. How many people could honestly say that they would rather call in to work more so they could get out of going to a big party that everyone in the city had been talking about for the last past couple of months. It sounded ridiculous even as he thought it to himself. What made it even more ridiculous was that he absolutely hated this job. So why on earth would he want to spend more time doing it? Unless that is that he was able to come up with a new solution to his tiny dilemma. Dilemma almost sounded too dramatic to use at this point. Honestly he was frustrated with his own need to 'not' have fun. He was stressed, needed to loosen up, and yet he had nothing to be really stressed over. Well, except for the fact that he lost his job over a woman who didn't want to admit that her son was a psychopath due her own neglect in raising him. He wouldn't be surprised if the majority of Carson's life was spent in front of a screen of some sort. What if his games were the ones who raised him? Now what would be an interesting case is what made that kid so...was the word that Jim wanted to use, obsessed? Not that he could really talk, here he was, trying to think of the littlest things to distract him from that the fact that he was obsessing over and excuse of why he shouldn't and wouldn't go to the Festival tonight.

He had started heading home, figuring that his thoughts would never come to a conclusion of what he was supposed to do. Was he going to actually ask his boss to work over? Or was he going to go as far as to tell his little sister that this entire time, it wasn't that he was busy with work; it was just that he liked the excuse of why he wouldn't attend the event.

Before hand, he was busy...things always would come up. This year, was just...different. Maybe it was damn psychological thing. He almost wanted to see a shrink, but knew that the prices would most likely be jacked up higher than his current salary needed to handle. "All because of one woman..." he mumbled to himself as he drew out a cigarette as he walked down the sidewalk. Even though he tried quitting multiple times, he knew times like these he really needed it. And then a thought occurred to him, what if he were to go down to the institution, maybe he could get Carson to just admit that he had nothing to do with his sudden 'condition'. If he was even sane enough to speak that is.

As he finished up his cigarette he couldn't help but glance over and notice the coffeeshop. He had went in there a number of times when he was still a cop. He'd have a cup of coffee, as well as the occassional slice of lemon meringue pie. He offered a bit of a wave to one of the waitresses, and took a seat near one of the tables located by the window. If he did decide to go into work, he figured that he at least would need a simple plan. 1. Go to the Secretary and ask to work over. 2. Possibly speak to the boss about it. 3. Work through out the night. 4. Repeat over the next few days. Then that's when he wondered if Miss Wright was going to the festival as well? Or what about the protester? 'A costume,' the thought hit so suddenly that he had stopped right in his place. A costume? Was he really expected to wear one if he bothered to attend? Why was this all so difficult to decide? Just go. In his mind that's what he kept telling himself, just to go. He go dressed as a 'detective' and still be able to attend.

His coffee and slice of pie arrived, and he offered a nod towards the waitress who had brought it to him. Though he noticed just over her head, in the corner of the shop was a small TV. It reminded him of the news report he had heard that morning...he wondered if Piran had noticed. Chances were he had and might have been on the case, if he still had his job that is. He took out his cellphone and almost brought himself to send out a text to his old partner, but shook couldn't bring himself to. After all, it's been a year, who was to even say that Jones wanted to still talk to him? Or maybe it was the other way around? Instead he sent a text to Ken Vector:

Long time no speak, right?
So how are things? I'm thinking
about going to the festival
tonight, but figured it wasn't
really my /thing/. I know this
message may seem random, but
I don't know who else to---

He deleted it. There was no way he was going to send a message that made him sound so pathetic. No matter how pathetic his situation may have seemed or was, he wasn't going to actually give in to it. So instead he texted to his former friend:

Hope you're not
offended by my long
sense of silence. How
are you?

-Parkerson

It was short and simple, the way it was supposed to be. He heard the sound of the bell ding as someone entered the shop. A number of people enter all the time, but it was out of habit for him to take note of who exactly it was. He couldn't even sit in a restaurant without being positioned towards the door. And that's when he saw Miss Wright enter. Most likely she was running an errand for their boss, but at that moment he thought it was quite interesting that she was there. It was almost as though everytime he saw her, there was always an opportunity to say 'hi' or at least call out to her, but she was always too busy. So he simply watched, and sipped his coffee. He didn't even have her cellphone number, so he couldn't text or call her that way. Instead he waited, and sipped his coffee quietly. He knew that it didn't take too long to get from the corporation from this shop. So he looked down at his cellphone to get a good glance at the time. And it wasn't until he had finished his cup of coffee and slice of pie that he tried calling up to the office, so that he could have hs call redirected to Hayden's office.

If she answered:

He cleared his throat, then stated quite seriously, it was habit that he'd use this particular tone, as though he wanted nothing less than an answer. "Miss Wright, this is Jim Parkerson, I was calling to ask if I was signed up to work the night shift or not. I figured that maybe you were the one I needed to call to find out more details on scheduling." He wanted to add a personal question, but kept it to himself. It just didn't seem like the right thing to do over the phone, especially with something that was supposed to be a business call.



If she hadn't answered:

"It's Jim Parkerson, I was just calling to find out if I was scheduled to work late. Please call me back. I need to know as soon as possible, in case I need to cancel plans. Bye."

{{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

[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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Charlotte's pieces. The term made her blood. But she held it back, after all, it was understood that they were potentially preparing for the upcoming show. She just hated how secretive people would always seem about this sort of thing. Here they were off in a private room fitting dresses. As long as someone ended up mentioning the pieces she would wear, she'd be satisfied. She better be mentioned. She was tempted to check her email more thuroughly, but decided that was best for later when she wasn't around all of these people. Then if she really wasn't in the program--- well, she'd make sure she was, even if she had go as far to give someone food poisoning. It had never really went that far, but when Promise was upset, there was no telling what thoughts she would have. Whether she would act on them was another thing all together. She noticed Jason and how close he was to Charlotte. She didn't know why he bothered. In her mind she saw the red-head as some lesbian who's quarrel led to a brutal murder that she was getting away with. Was Rebecca really that much of a no body that people were continuing on? She was a designer with flukes in Promise's opinion, of course people would go on with their lives.

When the male moved up and gave her light kisses on the cheek, she returned it, trying to seem friendly and happy and bubbily and pretty much the opposite of everything she was really wanting to do at that moment. Promise was feeling like one of those women who had just caught their spouces cheating with the Cheaters camera crew as well as Joey Graco. She wanted to yell, break things and do extreme hand gestures, but she didn't. Instead she took a step back, and threw up her hands lightly as a laugh left her lips. "I know, right? It's amazing that any of us have any free time." So why was her own schedule not nearly as demanding?? Okay, so there was a severly gay man wanting to take her picture. But she didn't care! She didn't want that, she wanted to be Charlotte's shoes. She wanted for them to trade places so that she could be the girl who was the most talked about model, she wanted the attention. Her eyes trailed over towards Charlotte who was seeming uneasy about something. Her gaze followed her gaze and that's when she noticed something didn't seem right about those dresses. some of them didn't seem to fit the style of the upcoming show. "Son of a," she mumbled under her breath, but cut herself short when she heard the question.

Of course, the message. The message that technically didn't exist, or at least the one that played out in her mind about who exactly was Charlotte sleeping with to get as far as she had been. She heard her cellphone lightly chime, but figured it was just her classmate once again bugging her about the fact that she accidentally signed up to be apart of that committee. She didn't even have to work a booth later, just help decorate or something. Manual labor like that wasn't exactly what Promise had in mind of spending her day. So she ignored it, not knowing that the message was really from Kaelin. "Oh, a number of people were gossipping about the whole nasty ordeal with Alexander-- is it? and I figured it'd be more...polite to just ask you if the little darling was doing better. I would just hate it if the stress of personal life would effect the quality of your work." But now Promise couldn't stop staring at the latest pieces, the pieces that weren't even apart of the upcoming show. Even the sound of Charlotte's phone chiming brought her to figure it was another designer wanting to book her rival for another collection.

"So, are those new?" she asked. She couldn't keep herself from asking. She stared directly at Charlotte this time, her eyes locked into place. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt this private meeting. So have any of the other models heard of this...or is it just you? You know what? I'm going to be nice, and not force you into trying to come up with a reason. Any of you. I have a charity to attend." And she took out her phone, a gave a nod to the group. Her smile was no longer in place. "Good day to all of you." And turned to leave the room, her eyes trailed down to the message from Kaelin. At least she still had her other plan. If Charlotte was going to cheat her way up to the top, Britanya just would have to pick up her game.

To: Kaelin
I hope he says yes.
It'd be nice to hang
out with someone who's
not fake. lol.
<Brit.Brit>

How ironic.

((Writer's Block. x.x))

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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

[mokiepuppymaster]

Time passed;
The Party-Animal was released from the hospital
against the wishes of the staff. They simply had no reason
to hold him. So they alerted The Detectives to give them a heads up.

At the festival;
the parade (@ 6:00pm) went well and a number of companies were represented.
There were games, lights, prizes as well as a few carnival-styled rides.
There was even the Haunted House, that opened a new portion of it every day.
The last and scariest level would be opened on the day of halloween itself.
Some of The Students were required to help out by playing victims and murderers/attackers in shifts.

Hopefully there won't be any more sucidal incidents...
An unsettling feeling still remains, possibly due to The Message.

On mirrors, regardless of where you were...bathrooms, bedrooms, etc.
Whether it was like someone took their finger and wrote it in steam,
Black ink, or even blood...

"Think about it, think of me, and you've already lost the game..."

Afterwards, every mirror that the victim looked in afterwards would suddenly start

CxxxxRxxxxAxxxxCxxxxKxxxxIxxxxNxxxxGxxxx

It wasn't until the festival bell rang that the bizarre occurrences around mirrors had stopped.

So what happens when the Personality manages to sneak
the Gamer and the Marionette out.
It just seemed strange the security cameras malfunctioned...even the staff seemed out of it.
As long as they were back before tomorrow everything should be fine.

But what may seem like a night of enjoyment to most
Was also a goldmine for others...

It's now 10:00pm
The weather report says it could storm any time between 1 and 3 am

[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
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
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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Faced with the fact that he wasn’t working over, Jim decided to just face the music and deal with the festival. A costume, there was something about getting a costume that frustrated him before he even had to go through the shopping ordeal. In the end he didn’t have to shop for a thing. His sister assured him that since he’d be working anywhere between nine and ten, she’d take care of it. All she needed were his sizes. This worried him even more. He just wasn’t in control of the situation. Ever since that incident, his entire life had pretty much been out of his control. Perhaps the institution wasn’t to protect the public from Kyle, but to protect Kyle from Jim. He clocked out actually around eight o’clock. He had arrived at work a tad earlier than usual, so taking off a few hours earlier shouldn’t really effect anything. He didn’t care if he was getting paid or not. You could say that there was a few things that happened through out the day that just really set him off. For example, that one guy who can’t bring himself to toss the wrapper of his sub that was most likely purchased in the lounge, in the trashcan that’s definitely in view and easy access to everyone. No, instead he tossed the wrapper near the trashcan on the tiled floor that’s constantly getting scuffed with the multiple shoes that pass in and out throughout the day. Just like the inconsiderate jerks who don’t seem to understand that feminine products do not go down the toilet. Not that Jim had to repair anything. He wasn’t a repairman, and he tried his hardest not to have to dwell too much with bathrooms, but today was just one of those days.

Even the occasional ‘hey’ with the protester or the occasional glance at Miss Wright could really make up for it. There was simply that light feeling, a sense of relief that overcame him the moment that he clocked out and was able to walk through that door and towards the parking lot. After all, it was when he was cleaning up in the bathroom that he noticed an eerie message written in what looked like some kind of black liquid substance: "Think about it, think of me, and you've already lost the game..." And after he read it, when he looked at it, the moment the remaining mirrors he happened to run across started cracking. Of course leaving that building brought a feeling of relief.

He had either had already missed the parade, or in the process of. For Jim though, if you’ve seen one parade, you’ve pretty much seen them all. There were dancers, inflated balloons and people dressed in oversized costumes. The thing that always concerned him were the multiple people. Parades were just one of those things that you could always risk something happening, and no one would even realize due to all of the people, the dense mob of cheering citizens, whose voices could drown out that of a yelling child. “I have issues,” he mused lightly to himself as he drew out his keys. His car was one of the only things he had to definitely show for his old lifestyle and salary. Sure he could have walked to work, he could’ve taken a bus, but for Jim, when it came to going home at night, he felt it was just safer when you have your own personal transportation. It just sucks if someone tries to mug you, or carjack you, then yeah, you’re pretty much screwed no matter what you do.

The drive to his apartment took longer than it usually would. The main roads were obviously blocked off, and so he had to rely on detours. It didn’t matter; he was mostly focused on the multiple talk shows that discussing the strangeness of all the suicides that were occurring. Well, thank god they didn’t think it was ‘natural’. At least this could overshadow the events of last year. Sure they had what seemed like a phantom killer, a psychopath, as well as the murders on the ship…but he supposed they did have something in common. Both had mass suicides. Last time it was just in that old mansion out in the woods near the lake, this time it was simply a bunch of highschool and college kids students; who probably couldn’t handle the pressure of putting on something that brought in so much publicity. Even though he was usually against the involvement with the press when it came to things like these, he was actually looking forward to the details coming out. But he wound up turning off the radio, he wasn’t going to let himself obsess over this. He just felt like such an addict. Seeing the costume his sister had picked out for him changed pretty much all of that. She knew where to find the key to his apartment. He had left the key in the hiding place since she’d be stopping by before he’d be getting back anyways. He just couldn’t believe what she had gotten him. At first he thought perhaps this was some sort of…joke. At least she didn’t buy him a clown suit, after all, Jimmy has had issues with clowns since he was a child and the Waldo thing didn’t help. But this?

In the beginning he gave her a list of rules when he agreed to go. He didn’t want any costumes that were comedy styled, no cartoon characters, no drag, nothing that required a body suit of any kind. He didn’t want anything lame like a super hero, since he didn’t like spandex. He didn’t want anything stripper like, which she said she wasn’t interested in getting him in the first place. Instantly he tried calling Eliza, but she didn’t answer, he figured she was most likely enjoying herself at the festival, it was the first night after all. So he decided to just get this over with. Hopefully no one would recognize him, but the downside about his costume was that it didn’t have a mask to cover his face, but it was so out of character. Any costume would have been out of character. The terrible thing was, if Jim was allowed to pick his own costume he would’ve tried doing something like Neo from the Matrix, he’s not embarrassing. He wouldn’t have even minded wearing sunglasses at night, despite how difficult it would have been to see, but it’s just about not looking…well, yeah.

He showered so he could go back to smelling like his usual scene, rather than that of a combination of deodorant and cleaning supplies. Jim typically relied on using cologne when it was for anything other than work. At that moment he looked at the mirror, and all he saw was his reflection. Strange, but he went ahead and he dressed himself in the Sherlock Holmes costume. Well, it had pockets, he just didn't like costumes, he felt out of place. Though the feeling did ease up as he approached the festival with his car, parking it pretty much a number of blocks away from the actual festival site due to 'not' getting there earlier when all of the good spots were still available. He heard music and saw people hurrying past him wearing the most ridiculous costumes. The sounds of rides, laughter, screams, as well as the scent of various foods slipped into the air as well. The festival was also set up by one of the lakes, at least on the other side, for firework safety of course. There were a lot of people. Looking around, he was almost overwhelmed. It was only natural he was look for a familiar face, but how do you find that face in a sea of costumes? So he walked a bit further on, and drew out his cellphone underneath his overcoat, which he was actually growing a bit used to. Maybe he did need to thank his sister for going through the trouble? He wasn't even here for the entire first day, but he figured he'd continue to wear the costume for the following three days to come, just so it won't be a waste of money. He was tempted to send another text to Vector, perhaps they could meet up...but decided against it. Instead he sent one to the Protester:


Are you at the festival?
-J. Parker

He drew out a cigarette, and lit it up after he tucked his cellphone once more in his pocket. Perhaps his smoking habits also brought her to select the character for him? He chuckled dryly at the thought and started walking, glancing over the different booths and attractions. Then that's when he saw the sign for the haunted house. It's a shame a number of those students killed themselves, he figured they would've been pleased that everything came out looking so nicely. Personally Jim had never attended the festival before, but from the looks of it, everything seemed so professional. Though that uneasy feeling remained with him, that question that had bothered him from before.

Why did the mirrors break? And yet the one at home, in the bathroom when he prepared for the festival hadn't...? If he hadn't trailed his finger over the crack he would have believed he was imagining it. Still, there was a possibility that he had been. When you're under stress, then there's a chance that you could do something without even realizing it. Maybe he had broke the mirrors on his own? But then his boss would potentially want to fire him for doing something like that. Okay, so he knew that he didn't crack the mirrors, but who did? Just as, who wrote the message? And was it a threat for him? Or someone else?

{{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


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● ● Ten’O’Clock. Finally he was done. A relieved and exhausted sigh left his lips as he exited the haunted house. That place was way too scary for him to be in alone... the people screaming, jumping out from places, and don't even mention the mirrors that cracked. Those were the creepiest of them all! He had to split up with Michelle soon after he met with her since he was signed up to take images of the event for the school. Of course, he signed himself up to take the pictures, but it was either that… or participates by doing something with people. He could have been the poor guy on the inside of that haunted house that had to die over and over and over again! Surely he would have died if he pretended to do it so much. He was lucky enough to get off with a solo job of just taking pictures of all the events to turn in later to the school paper, but that also kept him quite busy. But it was ten and he’d finally gotten all of the different events up till now taken care of, image wise, on his brand new Olympus. His baby was taking such fabulous pictures of amazing quality. He could only one day dream of making the most supreme camera of them all by combining the best of each. That wasn’t creative though. That was just… improving technology by putting all the heads in one house, so to speak.

Now as he exited the haunted house, one had to wonder just what Jensen Craig Brovinofski was dressed as for the happy day to do whatever you pleased. No one condemned you for dressing strangely on the thirty-first of Halloween. It was a day that girl’s utilities to dress as sluts and get away with it. Everyone knew that. And guys used it to impress the girls with either their extremely romantic or extremely hot costumes. So what is it that Craig chose to go as? Well, he chose to go as a big fat nothing. He chose to go as Craig. Back when he was home schooled, there was no Halloween. He didn’t go from house to house for candy. Hell, his family didn’t even pass out candy. They just turned off all the lights and pretended they weren’t home, his father’s wishes. Yeah, you could say that his dad was a weird guy. He was a very weird guy, but that’s how Craig grew up and it’s stayed with him all these years. Besides; he wouldn’t know where to begin in picking a costume. How other people chose their costumes and even more often; made them baffled him beyond all belief. He couldn’t compete when he couldn’t even get the slightest idea of what to be. And pretending like he fit in for an evening was a good enough ’costume’ for him.

The cold air kissed the front of his neck as the October night greeted him once more. His camera hung around his neck while he reached for his cell phone in his pocket so that he could contact Michelle and see what she was up to. She was gonna start the plan today, and when he gave her the information that he had about Madeleine’s boyfriend, well.. it felt like the air changed around them. But maybe that was him. The way he blurted out the information… and then some… the way he blurted out how he looked it up last minute before he left with the feeling he needed something to contribute because he hadn’t been doing any research and so on and so forth—he needed to learn how to control his speech, but he couldn’t help it! He just got so—so nervous! He could feel his cheeks starting to burn again with embarrassment as he remembered and with his phone in his hand. His eyes were on it before his hand dropped and he looked away like Michelle could see him now. He stopped walking and his shoulders came and tensed up a little bit around his neck. He uneasily breathed out before he looked back down at the phone and then brought it back up. He could do this. He could make up for the lameness that he was earlier. He opened the last message that Michelle had sent him and clicked reply, simply so he wouldn’t have to prepare all the other elements of a text message for the reporter, though it wouldn’t take more than five seconds, he was still gonna be lazy.

Where are you at?
I’m done with work.
How is the thing going?
Is revenge ready to be brought?
--Craig

He sent it off before he dropped his hand and immediately slid the phone back into his pocket. His shoulders were back around his neck and the bottom side of his head with tension and regret for that last message he just sent. He could have worded it better just then. Did he sound desperate? He probably sounded desperate. Desperate and like one of those guys that was pretending to be cooler than they really were—or just, in all honesty, thought they were cool, and neither of those were the cases. Craig was just a perfectionist and even when it came to texting, he wanted to say the perfect thing. Sometimes, one text reply could take him at least an hour because it wasn’t ‘up to code’. A hand came up and rustled his hair a little bit in frustration. ’damn it.’ He snapped mentally at himself as his eyes snapped shut as well. If only messages could be taken back. The only thing worse than a lame message... was trying to cover up a lame message by instantly sending another one. As if it would distract the other person. No. It just made you seem desperate. And that’s something he learned the hard way. Over… and over… and over again.

The night was getting later—and with the dark clouds in the air, Craig didn’t even know if Madeleine was around. He couldn’t remember if he spotted her or not and she wasn’t here, then how were they supposed to ruin her tonight? Jesus. That would kill all the plans if she wasn’t here. Then what would they do? There wouldn’t be any more chances like this. They’d have to find and make another chance and who knows how hard that would be! Achh! His shoulders hurt from all of the tension. He needed to calm down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths… Michelle would be regrouping with him soon and if he looked like this… there was no doubt that she’d laugh and he didn’t want to make her laugh—not like this anyways. The last thing he needed was to have her turn against him for one reason or another. ’You can do this… You can do this Craig. You’re night won’t be ruined just because one girl is possibly, maybe not here.’ He tried to coax himself back into relaxing. His hands reached down for his camera, maybe if he just shot a few random photos, he’d be better in no time. Y-yeah. That could work.

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

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[midgetminion]

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Aaron had tried to be attentive to the rest of the meeting dealing with the festival events, however there were a number of distractions that weren't helping. The hugest one that struck him was Trenton Caves. Primarily when he had decided to announce that he was taking a phone call. Normally something like that could go dismissed from the writer, but the fact that he heard the other mention that someone was awake as he was leaving grasped the writer's attention even more. People waking up usually wasn't something that people felt necessary to call someone about...unless. 'Already?' was mouthed by the eighteen year-old. The only person that Aaron could think of the popular one seeming so shocked about being awake would have his be his obnoxious friend, the party-animal. If that was truly the case, then the eighteen year-old couldn't help but have a sudden rush of discomfort wash over him. There was just something about the party-animal that really made him feel uncomfortable. Was it so bad that he would be completely content if the other simply continued in his endless sleep? The guy could be a jerk, in your face and forceful after all. Just thinking about it made him sink further in his seat as he lightly chewed at the side of his bottom lip. It wasn't even like he typically hung out with the party-animal, though he did find himself reluctantly going to the last party the other threw, which didn't rub him the right way.

The next thing that the college freshman wondered about was how much the former comatose victim remembered. Sure, everyone knew that people would be considered lucky to survive a fall like the other took, but the real test of his luck would be the affects on his body once he's awake. He could be paralyzed, have amnesia, and who knows what else. The problem was that Aaron would be left in the dark until more something was officially announced. Besides, it wasn't as if he was a part of the "in crowd", let alone an actually friend of Trent's. So why would the other tell him anything? He probably wouldn't, which was why the male figured that he would simply have to wait. 'Great,' sarcastically ran through his thoughts as he was leaving the college grounds. For now, he would have to try and just forget about party-loving jock and the people who dealt with him. There were a number of better subjects that he could keep his mind occupied with. Perhaps he could visit his mother, since she was always comforting...even if she wasn't exactly in her right mind. Yeah, he would definitely wind up doing that- yet he made sure that he visited the Halloween Festival site, which is what he made sure to do first.

After checking out the building that the haunted house was going to be in, Aaron figured that there was no reason that he shouldn’t be able to visit his mother at the institution. He hadn’t been able to see her at all that week, and when the festival was in full swing, he knew that it would be that much harder to find time to see her. Not to forget about the fact that if people found out that he was making trips to the mental hospital on Halloween, then they would probably think that he was weird or something. ”Not that I’m cool or anything,” he mumbled to himself as he left the eerily decorated building. Leaving it, he found himself boarding a bus, and then making his way to so called “crazy house”. Some people would not feel comfortable going there, but it was more of a casual thing for the writer since he was use to it. He was even familiar with a number of the staff who worked there. Some which he trusted, while others he wondered how they even got a job in the first place. The Caretaker’s Assistant was one of these people that he didn’t respect, due to her age and clumsiness. He was just glad that it didn’t seem like she had much to do with the care of his mother.

It only took him a little while to see if visitors were allowed in. There were, however, he heard that his mother had been causing a bit of commotion, which is why they had to sedate her. She was awake, but still out-of-it. Either way, the eighteen year-old went to see the woman, and talked with her. About things at home, and how she would eventually get better- he even brought up how the problems they ran into with the festival, along with how it was starting tonight. Some of the things she said seemed like randomness, but he did catch her asking him to tell her how the festival went and to have fun. Frankly, he wasn’t big on parades, but since she asked him to, he knew that he would at least attempt to seem like he wanted to go. And if all else fails and he can’t stand being there anymore, then he would simply tap into the creative side of his brain and invent a story to tell his mother about the experience.

When Aaron was leaving, he couldn’t help but notice that something seemed to be up with the staff as he was leaving. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something strange. And though he would have loved to stick around and toss out some sort of comment, he figured that it would be best to simply go. Besides, he was hungry, and the fact that he hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch was starting to get to him. He couldn’t even fully remember the last time that he had actually eaten a full three meals in one day, but it wasn’t like he was anorexic or anything…just preoccupied the majority of the time. Yet now, that he didn’t have anything to distract him, he was well aware of the discomfort inside of his empty stomach. He got on the next bus to take him closer to home, then after a transfer, he started on the walk to his uncle’s house. On the way, his eyes trailed about the decorations that were on the front of the houses he past. People seriously got into this holiday a little too much, didn’t they? Then again, he was never one to care much about decorating for the seasons. You always had to take it down eventually anyways. Luckily, the only work that his uncle made him do was maybe buy a pumpkin for the table, and then put up a Christmas Tree in December.

Zipping up his coat, he kept his eyes ahead of himself, though halted in his steps when he thought he heard a whisper. ”Huh?” he uttered as he looked over his shoulder. No one was there. Furrowing his brows, he started walking again, yet the voice resounded. This time it sounded as if it was coming from right beside him, drifting into his ear. His shoulder moved up to block out the male voice, as he jerked to the side, sure that someone was beside him. But to his confusion, he was the only one on the sidewalk. Aaron’s heartbeat picked up, as his stepped quickened. He didn’t know what was going on, though he knew he didn’t like it. The next time he heard the voice, it no longer seemed like it was whispering in his ear, but directly in his head. As if it had been his own thoughts, even though he knew he didn’t sound like that. The voice still seemed to be in a hushed tone, which made him actually have to listen to understand what was being said. The voiced sounded depressed and hopeless. And just as Aaron was trying to depict where he knew the voice from, an image flashed in front of his eyes. A rather tall, lean male with golden curls stood in front of him. He seemed like he was reaching out to him, though Aaron tried running past him, figuring that he was simply seeing things. But if that was the case, then how come when he passed the illusion, why did a chill shoot through him?

He kept wondering this, and when he actually got home and tossed his bag on his bed, his journal accidentally bounced out, and fell on the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, he saw that it was opened to a page that had a short paragraph that he didn’t recall writing, yet was in his handwriting. It said:


For one who saved the lives of many, his own downfall seemed to be locked in stone. Perhaps if he hadn't tempted the unseen with false attempts to take his own life, then they wouldn't be after him, though the past is something that cannot be altered or erased. Even though he placed the incident behind himself, the one with the golden blonde curls still couldn't help but dwell on the thoughts of what ifs. What if he had succeeded in taking his own lives- would he be missed. The three most important people in his lives were already gone. His orphan friend snatched away to a watery grave, while the one that longed for his pain to stop, too, was relieved of the burden of living. Though the third still walked the earth, he wanted nothing to do with his former lover. He was already dead to him, and felt that it would only be a matter of time till he was viewed the same way by the rest of the world.

Closing the book, Aaron figured that he was done with writing for the day. Instead, he wanted to just push all of those thoughts and strange occurrences out of his mind as he went to make himself something to eat.

By the time the festival was about to start, Aaron found himself brushing his teeth before he would leave. Though his aunt asked if he wanted to go with her and his uncle to the festival together, he declined, and said he had to do something before he left. She figured it must of have something to do with a costume, but instead, he had simply napped a while. He didn’t exactly want to wear a costume, but figured he could make something work. In the end, he pulled on a large, black hoodie. The hood casting a shadow over his face, except for his nose and down. ’If anyone asks, I’m a drug dealer,’ he thought to himself as he spit out the toothpaste. Raising his gaze back up, he saw that there was something written on the mirror in a running dark red ink…at least he thought it was ink. Stumbling back, he feel into the bathtub, and continued to stare, wide-eyed, not knowing who could have down that. It was his understanding that he was alone. He next instinct was to try and wipe it away. He didn’t even know what this game was. It smeared and the mirror cracked, but he didn’t stop until it was all gone. Backing out of the bathroom, he looked over his shoulder, to see if anything was watching. Even though he didn’t see anything, he wasn’t convinced. Besides, he had seen shows about Hauntings…but why now? What had he done. Even as he passed a mirror, in the hall, it suddenly started cracking, The hairline stretching slowly across the span of the mirror, yet as soon as it hit six o’ clock, it stopped.

It didn’t fully register in Aaron’s mind since he bolted out of the house, not even caring to take his messenger bag. Besides, he had his important stuff in his pocket. He wound up going to the parade, yet still had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach as he tried watching the floats and acts go by. He didn’t even realize how fast time was going by since it was already ten now. Sure, over the time he had ran into his uncle and aunt, as well as noticed some people from school. Checking out the haunted house wasn't as fun since he had seen some of the behind the scenes action before hand. But despite of this, he still didn't want to go through it. Things had been freaky enough for him already. Though in the backs of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if all of this was just in his head, or if when he would return to the house, would all of those mirrors be cracked still. And if so, was he going to be blamed for it. As this ran through his mind, Aaron moved to one of the stands to buy a cup of warm apple cider. Besides, it was a little chilly, and though he had a hoodie, he didn’t exactly have the hood up at the moment.

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Another s u n s e t!
xxxxxxxxWhat a way to start another messy night!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnother d r i n k,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnother b a r,
Another g i r l inside my arms!
I can't see straight anymore!

Theodore Jefferey Owens || The Party-Animal

Getting pushed out of that window was nothing that Theo thought would happen at the party. The party was for his best friend, to pick up the male's spirits. That was the only thing that should have happened, well aside from the occasional hook up for Theo, but that was a given. Not only was he pushed out of the window, he was sent into the coma. Of course he wasn't aware of this for the fact that HE was the one in a coma. Whatever happened around him in that time that he was sleeping or in the world at that time, well he was completely unaware of it. The nightmares. They wouldn't stop. Now, normal people might not see them as nightmares. Theo saw them as the scariest freaking thing he's ever seen in his life. Not to mention that he was the main person in the dreams. Lord. He didn't know if this was reality or a dream... er nightmare. It seemed like an endless nightmare. Sophia was a witch (well that wasn't far from the reality), Maddie was pregnant and he was marrying her?! Well he sure enough, after having that dream for what felt like the seventy millionth time, he woke up. His eyes burst open and then quickly went about shutting them since it was so freaking bright. He had cotton mouth like no other and would have killed for a glass of water. Soon as he was up and moving SLIGHTLY... so was Maddie. She seemed ecstatic. Theo could no longer look at her the same way now that he had that nightmare.

Maddie bouncing off the walls like she was, well that made Theo just want to go back to sleep. This was too much to deal with. At this point he felt like he'd rather have the nightmare than to deal with the real thing. She was talking to loud and too fast for him to be able to register what the hell she was saying. The next thing he knew she was shoving a phone in his face and he couldn't help but to just continue coughing and then he pushed the phone and her hand away from his face and covered his mouth when he started coughing. He felt like his lungs were about to come out of his throat. Sooner than he thought, his best friend was there. honestly, it was refreshing. He hated being left alone with Maddie sometimes and right now with her being super girly and clingy, he couldn't handle it, but while she was there, to make her calm down, he played along somewhat just so she'd calm down. Sure, he knew why he was there, it dawned on him a little later after he woke up, but he remembered. He remembered being too close to the window and then the next thing he knew he was falling from it. Just the thought about it all over scared the s**t out of him. When he thought about it, his heart rate went up just a little, but he let whatever was going on in the room distract him and his thoughts were no longer with the horrid drop from the window to the ground.

T I M E_S K I P>>roughlyaroundtenpm

Well, papers were signed, bills were paid, stories were caught up on and time was spent in the hospital. It took a little bit of time, but thankfully they were all able to leave. Personally, Theodore loathed being in the hospital. He had seen too many horror movies where they've done some ******** up operations in one of the operation rooms in the back of the hospital and the like. They kind of freaked him out. He was just glad to get back to somewhere more comfortable. He preferred home, but right now, any place that he went that had food and something to drink was a home to him. He wanted to go back to his college dorm for the simple fact that all his stuff was there. That pretty much was his home seeing as he wasn't living with mom and pop. He didn't know what Maddie had planned, but he honestly hoped that it didn't involve him... yeah fat chance. He didn't want her to stick around all afternoon, but he knew deep down that she was planning to stick at his side until he possibly made her go away. Just being around her, he was in a constant reminder of the nightmare that he would have about getting married. Just the thought of the word "marriage" or "commitment" could make the boy shudder. If there was ever a way to get the boy to shut up about something, someone could bring up one of the two words and he'd change the subject faster than you could imagine.

As Theo sat in the front seat of his girlfriend's car, he leaned back into the seat, trying to make himself comfortable. Being in that hospital bed for however long he was there, the change from laying down to sitting in a seat like this, it was a nice change. He went and let the window stay rolled down slightly, simply because the cool air felt nice. Theo's head rested against the head rest with his eyes closed. He wasn't tired, but it was just too bright for him to keep his eyes open and it was relaxing. He had a cigarette between his index and middle finger. He wasn't a real hardcore smoker, but he occasionally had one here or there. He was really only ever seen with them in public and around time for midterms/finals. Right now though, it was nice. He asked the blond where they were going and when he heard her talk about going to her place, he opened his eyes and then looked to her. He was NOT going to her place. He wanted to go to his dorm. That was it. After arguing with her for a little bit, she finally caved. He took a celebratory drag from his cigarette and then went back to resting his head back with his eyes closed. The whole 'you're not the one that was in a coma' thing actually worked. He knew that he'd be able to use this to his advantage in certain cases... oh boy was he going to use this to his advantage. Who wouldn't?

He really had to appreciate the fact that she kept a pack of his cigarettes in the car. Even if he wouldn't smoke all of them or really any of them except this one right now, it was a nice gesture. He surely wouldn't have done something like that for her. He finally opened his eyes and planned on keeping them open. They were practically at his dorm. He just wanted to go in his room, get a shower (god he needed one) then do something social. He could already tell that Maddie was going to be there with whatever he did. He hoped she would chill out or something because honestly, he wasn't up for dealing with her super clingy-ness and happy, peppy, all-in-his-face attitude. He already knew that he was way behind in assignments, so eventually he'd have to take time out of his schedule to make all that up, he'd have to get in contact with all of his people again (aside from Trent and Maddie), report back to the little amount of work that he normally had to do and all that jazz. He definitely needed to get a hold of his parents. After a shower and whatnot, that was the first thing that he was going to do. Its what he needed to do. While they were walking to his dorm, Maddie was right there and he didn't say much of anything the whole ride home to the time that he stepped into his dorm. He stepped into the room as if it was just another day. Yep, he planned to live his life just as if nothing happened. Sure, he'd be aware of the fact that he just got out of a coma, but other than that, he thought it was just best to get back on track as soon as possible and make sure that life was going to be back on its flow.

Theo wanted Maddie to stick around for just one reason at this point, it was quite an obvious reason as well. He just wanted to get some. Sure, he was just in a coma, but he wasn't going to l let that stop him now, not that he was awake. Theo wasn't going to be wasting any time. He talked Maddie into showering with him, busting out the "but I've been in a coma" excuse. She of course agreed to it. It was a dead give away what happened next besides their shower. When they got out of the shower, the room was steam filled. He dried off and then he went to the mirror to wipe the fog away, but then there was a message and it caught his eye. He had NO clue how it got there and personally it kind of freaked him out. He had asked Maddie if she wrote the message in the mirror and when he found out that she didn't, he got paranoid and then before he knew it, the mirror cracked. He didn't know what to do or say, so he promptly left the bathroom without a word. After all that happened, she told him about the festival that was to be happening that night. Theo didn't want to go for the simple fact that he didn't want to go with Maddie. She told him about the costumes and when she told him that she got him something in case he woke up, he denied it. He didn't want to believe that she got him something to wear for Halloween. He was nineteen years old, almost twenty, he didn't dress up anymore. He just went to parties. She wanted him to dress up in something to go with her costume and he wasn't having that. He was going to go to this "festival" dressed up as Theodore Owens. That's all there was to it. He didn't see a need to get all fancy and dress up. It was childish. It wasn't Halloween yet, therefore there wouldn't be too many parties going on just yet, but he would definitely be attending at least one when the time rolled around.

Getting to the festival, it wasn't much of anything. It was the same festival that came around year after year and personally, Theo could do without going, but even though he was asleep, he was socially deprived and desperately wanted to get in touch with as many people as he possibly could. Especially Trent. That guy was his best friend and he had yet gotten really any time to spend with the other male. Maddie had kept him all to herself and he didn't like that at all. He tended to tune her out most of the time, so he had time to plan things in his head of when he could meet up with other people. Of course he had already seen all the main, important people or talked to them. His mother, father and Trent. He had yet to see his parents of course, but he would just have to do that at a later date. It was time to go to the festival and Trent was going to be there.THANK GOD. He could hang out and talk to him instead of being stuck with Maddie the whole time. The festival had already started, according to Maddie's word, in face, it had started a good four hours ago. What they had done in the mean time, nothing really. Just wasted time. When Maddie came out in her costume, well, he was more so thinking with another part of his body. He had to admit, he didn't feel the way he used to about her anymore, but he could admit that she was sexy enough to keep her around, especially in that outfit. It was very revealing and at least it gave Theo something to look at. Theo was kind of pissed because she wouldn't let him drive and that seemed to be the only thing that she wouldn't give up. As they were on their way to the festival, he was smoking, of course, and he was being quiet, keeping to himself the whole time. It was just the same as they were on their way to his dorm. He would nod or say "mhm" in the right moments. Only a few more minutes of this and he would be able to hang out with his best friend. Seeing as he wasn't even really paying attention to Maddie and smoking, things seemed that much more tolerable.

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[Gwendylyyn]

Modeling, For Your Pleasure

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

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Charlotte knew Brittanya didn't really care much, if at all, about her son. Just like she knew the woman did not come up to the room with any sort of message. She was nosy, invasive, and if there was any gossip going around, it probably started from her lips. Biting all of this back, though, Charlotte simply nodded. "He's doing just fine, actually. And, though your concern is sweet and all, I am handling everything just fine." When the woman began to get bitingly rude about the new dresses, Charlotte felt her fists curl. It was everything she had not to knock the girl flat, being so accusatory about something not even Charlotte had the details on. She had been just as surprised as Brittanya, coming in here and finding that there were pieces from more than just the upcoming line for her to be fit into. Before she could say anything, though, the woman had left her biting goodbye and exited the room. Charlotte's steam was gone in a flash, and she turned into Jason's light hug. A soft sob, a deep breath, and she forced a new smile upon her lips. They still had a couple more dresses, and she had other things to take care of today as well, now was not the time for tears and frustration.

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Finished up with all Frescha's flitting and buzzing about her, Charlotte pulled from the light hug Jason held her in and got into her vehicle. "You are still going to try and make it to the Festival tonight, right? I'd really like to have someone to go with, and my mother has already said she is going to stay at the hospital with Anexander." He shook his head, face scrunching up in that 'I really don't want to' look she recognized so well. "I don't know about tonight, Farris. I promised the noobie I would help to flesh out her portfolio a bit this evening, and I'm really not sure when we'll be done. You know I'll be there for at least the last night, though. I made sure to keep it clear." Light laughter accompanying her nod, Charlotte tugged the car door closed, brought her engine to life, and headed for the studio.

Jason had bought the place a few months ago, having picked up a couple new designers to bring into the fray and wanting somewhere to help them get a better feel for everything. It also made for a great meeting place, since he had made sure to turn one of the side rooms into a laid back meeting room. He had also turned one of the rooms into a private room for Charlotte. There were a lot of times when designers would send things over to her since they could not find a convenient time to meet up for such a short period. They would have her try them out, get pictures in them, and then send them back so that they could look over and see how she fit into their lines. It had brought her a couple of decent clients since it took some convincing or trust for someone to go sending out their fresh designs. This room was where she was headed, though, her costumes for the next couple evenings lined up along one wall. Jason had helped her get in touch with a couple designers to create them for her, and a couple tailors to help make sure they fit just right. Tonight was simple, a deep green corset with gold trimming, laced over the top of a slightly puffy white shirt, everything cut low enough to give her chest some volume. A black skirt draped about her hips, ribbons of green and gold running through to give it a tiered effect. Emerald green boots of suede leather finished the costume, replacing what may have been heels if she had not been anticipating being on her feet all night.

Once she had wrapped herself in the light fabrics that now draped over her, Charlotte tossed a light layering of green and gold eye shadow, a quick touch of glittering gold mascara, and a once-over with golden lipstick upon her countenance. The look was then finished up with her hair being pulled into light ringlets that dripped out from the curled bun high on her head, and wrapped in a gold ribbon. As she finished up the last touches on her makeup and hair, spraying a layer of gold-flecked hairspray over the do, Charlotte felt her body freeze as the words "Think about it, think of me, and you've already lost the game..." etched themselves across the mirror in front of her, scratched out in black that seemed to drip slowly down its surface. Shaking her head, she backed away from the mirror as a sudden crack spread from top to bottom, stifling a scream before she quickly made her way out of the room. She had to be dreaming again... 'Right...? I have to get some more sleep...'

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Pulling into the parking set up for the festival, Charlotte stepped out of her little mazda, taking one deep breath to push aside all the less favorable events of the day, and made her way toward the ticket booth. Small black purse at her side, she tucked her keys away, and pulled forth the few bills to get her inside. Of course, the next couple hours were spent watching the parade, avoiding people trying to convince her to play the games they stood in front of, and picking out which rides she would jump on tomorrow. Tonight was about getting a feel for the whole thing, and relaxing. She sampled a couple of the foods being sold around the festival, and finally found herself standing near the Haunted House. She wanted to check it out, but found herself worrying at what memories it might dig up. This is when she began looking around for anyone she knew, someone she could go with...

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[midgetminion]

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

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

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

“About time you dragged your lazy a** outta that coma,“ was the first thing Trent said to his bestfriend when he saw that he was honestly conscious. After over a week of not being able to joke with the other, he liked being able to pick up from where they left off. The fact that Theo was awake was still something that seemed to be so unreal to Trent. For him, a number of things that seemed to turn into worst case scenarios usually did. When someone seemed like they were on the verge of death, they died. So what rush of luck or unseen force saved his best friend this time? The fact that there wasn’t any brain problems, that Theo could get up and move around, the he remembered that they knew each other; it was all amazing. The guy’s wounds weren’t even as bad as he remembered them looking when he had first taken that awful fall. It was truly a medical mystery. However, instead of dwelling on the “hows” like the doctors were, he decided that he wanted to make the best of things in case this streak of good luck happens to run out. It would be best for him to put on a positive face and take full advantage of this moment. Trenton wasn’t planning on exploiting the other, just trying to go back to how things were before the incident. . .perhaps try to not be so down-in-the-dumps. Yes, TC had been depressed, but that was what made the party-animal want to help him out in the first place. He was better off sucking it up and trying to have a good time. Besides, now that his buddy was awake they could both enjoy the festival.

He couldn’t fully shake the knowledge of everything that went into the yearly event, but he could fake it for Theo’s sake. He didn’t know about all of the crunch time the schools in the county went through in attempts to make ends meet. Half the people involved practically killed themselves off, which meant a lot of covering for others. It was tough, but it was all worth it. In fact, Trent could have thanked being on the committee for not having enough time to wallow in guilt for setting Theo up in the situation to be shoved out a window in the first place. The party was thrown for him. ’But I wasn’t the one who shoved him,‘ That was a fact that the popular refused to forget. There were a number of people there, but even with the police questioning all of them, no one was found- at least to the freshman’s knowledge.

Maybe he was wrong. There was the chance that the police department had gotten better at their job. Then again, he wouldn’t put it past them to simply jab a finger of blame at random. After all, it had been known to happen before. Though. . .perhaps it would be best to simply let them do their work to figure out who needed to be locked away. In the mean time, Trent simply hoped that he and his friend could have fun at the festival without worrying about attempts at murder, or bombarding questions. After the four days were over, he teen didn’t mind suggesting that should have a sit-down with the detectives to tell them everything he could recall from the incident. It was just that, at the moment, his irresponsible side that was more set on having a good time was shining. It was the holiday season after all. And even if it wasn’t exactly Halloween yet, Trent still liked celebrating early. Forget about the awkwardness of thinking about the families who lost members to suicide. The eighteen year-old simply wanted to believe that if they killed themselves, then they must’ve been miserable while alive. Everyone has a reason, they just didn’t know what it was. Then again, it wasn’t his business to know, so why worry about it? That’s what Trent tried drilling into his head, even though it was only half-way working.

Trent made sure to catch Theo up to what was going on around campus. About how many people were freaked about when he fell, the fact that people still didn’t know who had shoved him, along with the crazy pictures he saw that were taken on the day of the party itself. Trent didn’t think there were a bunch of usable ones, as far as damning evidence went, though the police had a copy regardless. Whatever floats their boat. He was just glad that he didn’t seen anything that could make Maddie open her eyes to the fact that her boyfriend was cheating on her. Sure, a part of the male felt bad that she would come ever day to sit by his friend, staying loyal to him. But hey, he saw it like this, there were many times were she could have learned the truth if she just opened her eyes and ears. The only explanation Trent could see was that she didn’t want to know or just didn’t care. The popular just wanted to know how long Theo planned on keeping up this charade. It was getting pretty obvious that the girl would be expecting a ring soon. Especially since he had been entertaining the girl since highschool. Trent just had to guess that his friend already had something up his sleeves to dodge the wedding bullet.

Knowing that Maddie was going to hold onto Theo for as long as possible, Trent went his separate ways from the pair. Besides, he still had a few things that he needed to take care of. He simply made the promise that he would ride with them to the festival. That way, they wouldn’t have to worry about trying to locate each other in the sea of people from the very start. So after facebooking that Theo came out of his coma, he had to check on festival stuff, before actually getting back to his dorm to change. The only problem was that as he was driving, his rear view mirror cracked as he was backing out of his parking spot. He wasn‘t sure what had caused it, but it was a definite annoyance in the pit of his pocket. Mainly because afterwards, when he looked at his side mirror, he noticed that it too was cracked. Whether it just happened then, or some jerk did it while he was in the hospital- he didn’t know. All he knew was that he would definitely have to get that fixed, which would cost money…even though he had just finished paying for his friend’s hospital bill, despite his parents wishes. He would just have to not tell them for a while. That was his plan as he called a repair place to make sure they could fix his window. The only problem was that it wouldn’t be able to be done as soon as he would have liked, due to the fact that he had to go on a list. Just…perfect.

Trenton didn’t want to let this get him down. Instead, he tried looking on the bright side as he readied himself for the festival that night. It was fun every year, and he hoped that this one would be no different, even though there were many things that could have gone wrong. He had to help work in the haunted house for one of the shifts that night, so a costume was necessary. Then again, it was pretty easy to do since for the first day, all he had to do was be the door greeter at the haunted house. The title was a little contradicting since he was to warn people not to go in the house. His costume had a ringleader feel to it. A red, single breasted tailcoat with golden trim. Underneath that was a ruffled white, dress shirt with the same golden accents on the cuffs. Black pants went with it, along with a black top hat with a golden band a simple, black dress shoes and white gloves. Since this was Halloween, of course the costume looked as if there was some blood on it. Just like how he had fake blood runs on coming out from under his hairline on the side of his face, while dark circle were easy to make around his eyes. He took a black cane with him, and after making sure his phone and wallet were in his pocket, he was out of the door.

Trent figure he must have had some bad luck or something, since the bathroom mirror started to crack too. What, had Theo shoved all of his bad luck into him? It just didn’t make any sense. What was even creepier was the fact that the eighteen year-old noticed a strange writing on the bathroom mirror as well. It left a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach when he first saw it, especially as he mentally read the message. ‘Think about it, think of me, and you've already lost the game…’ Confusion settled over him as he couldn’t help but mumble, “What the hell- Theo, did you --?” He moved out of the bathroom to see if his friend had gotten into the fake blood he bought, yet the other was no where to be seen. If Theo didn't do it, then who did? But. . .Theo wasn't the type to do that. he wouldn’t think of something like that to jot on the mirror. The guy wasn’t even in the room. Maybe all of this Halloween stuff was just starting to screw around with his head. Yeah, that had to be it. But then again, that didn’t explain why even after he wiped away the message the best he could, when he looked in the mirror to fix his costume, it kept cracking. Trent didn’t even have time to really do anything about it since he had to get to the festival. The sun was already setting after all.

The college student made it to the festival a little after the parade had started, but it wasn’t like he was going to watch it anyways. He knew the gist of what was going to happen, and saw some of the floats earlier. Instead, he went straight to the haunted house to see if there was any last minute things that needed to be taken care off. You could say that knowing about the behind the scenes details helped him not think too much about the chance of something or someone really getting hurt. This was all fake, and there wasn’t really anyone running around trying to kill people. Just like he started not worrying about anymore mass suicides. Sure, the message on the mirror still replayed in his head, but he tried thinking that it was just someone tying to mess with him- at least he hoped so. Either way, when it was show time, he knew that he had to stay focused. It wasn’t hard to get people’s interest after the parade was coming to and end, and when things got in full swing, the teen found himself being able to enjoy himself. It was hard to not check out the scantily clad women that passed by, and even harder not to flirt when they would be draw to the entrance of the house. Then again, a bit of flirting here and there couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend or anything. Trenton just made sure not to forget what he was suppose to be doing.

Time went by pretty easily, as person after person dared to go into the haunted manor. However, it finally came time when he was off shift and could go find what happened to Theo. Leaning his weight into the cane he held with on hand, the teen stifled a yawn. The girl who was going to take his place finally showed up, so he tossed the cane to her prior to walking around towards to back of the house, since it was always fun to see the freaked out faces of the people had warned not too long ago. Out of the people he saw leaving, one looked pretty familiar. He had wondered where he had seen the other before, but finally realized that it was one of the guys from his school. What was his name again? Something with a “C”. Either way, he recalled him as the weird camera guy. Crossing his arms, Trent crept up behind and said a low, ”I told ya you’d get freaked out,” with a smirk playing at his lips. ”Chris, right?” he asked wondering if he played the name right, or if it was from someone else. Peering around the other, he saw that he had out his camera- of course. Yet them trailed his blue eyes towards the crowd to see if he could catch a glimpse of his best friend. He knew that the guy probably wasn’t wearing a costume, especially because he had been in a coma for the last ten days. So he shouldn’t be hard to spot. Then again, his girlfriend would probably give him away as well if she happened to still be hanging off of his arm.

But you have to walk a thousand miles in my shoesXXXXXXX

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

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

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

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

[rajio_obake]

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

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

As Lyude doodled to his hearts content on his current work. He took a break and couldn’t help but find himself flipping through his sketchbook. It was like a portal into his mind. Some were a series of works; one was of a girl who resembled Aitana it was a four piece set page after page. In the first image she was looking at herself in the mirror stepping inside and the reflection stepping out out, one face was grimacing and looked as though she’d seen a ghost... The other girl had a wily look in her eyes as if now was her time, her moment. The next (second) page was when the two counter parts were looking in the mirror it shattered both kept their distinguishing faces in the drawing as one looked on in horror and the other in pleasure. The next (third) image was similar to the second’s pose only this time the mirror had cracked, and that was the only real difference. The fourth and final drawing which Lyude believed to be one of his personal best was both the girls and grabbed the glass mirror shards, one with tears streaming down her face as she had been stabbed in the right eye by the others shard. The one with both her eyes intact and been stabbed around where the spleen was and the gooey red liquid that Lyude feared in real life but not on paper came streaming down. Lyude’s aim was unknown as he drew the set but the dark shading gave it the ominous feel, still his artist mind couldn’t help but wonder if the black and white image would’ve looked better in color. To him it was fine, yet to the artist in him it was still a work in progress of what could be.

Flipping through the past pages of his sketchbook Lyude mustn’t have noticed Kyle wake up. After all he was was certain the male was asleep when he shuffled to find Brutus... Right? Lyude wasn’t certain what Kyle did to get locked up in here. He may have told Lyude or he might not have. Either way Lyude didn’t know and he in no way cared to find out.. What if he was a mass murder, what if he killed a kitten or two? Lyude didn’t care, such ideas freaked the young male out. He didn’t want to imagine Kyle gutting someone open like he so vividly could. And what if Kyle could do it with ease too! Did that mean Lyude was up for getting slaughtered too! Lyude shouldn’t be.. He couldn’t be could he? Maybe Kyle had it out for him? But what did Lyude ever do? He’d been a good roommate, sure the accomidations were forced on him in his three years without one.. Maybe therewas a reason they had roomed them in the same place.. Lyude was beyond the phrase ‘Quite and soft spoken’ and was almost leaning toward being a complete and totally utter ‘Mute’ had it not been the few words he says through Brutus.. Maybe they were trying to get Lyude to talk more? Or maybe it was for no real reason at all and it was all in Lyude’s head (like everything else for that matter).

The word ‘Game’ ringed in Lyude’s ears as the simple question bounced around his head. The phrase seemed so simple, so prepared that he wasn’t certain if he wanted to answer it immediately right at that moment for fear of the offer being whisked away as easily as it came. Sure he had been working on shading an image, but it can be held off on if it meant a chance to play a game. Win or lose games were fun to the boy and there was no way around it. He looked at the stuffed animal sitting to his left thinking of having an intense discussion with the plushie asking if it would be alright if he simply went and played the game right then and there. He lifted Brutus up to his eye-level ‘Ah...hem....’ What may be seen as jibberish to some was a phrase or two for Lyude. As he looked from Brutus, to Kyle then back to Brutus. Expressing his wants and concerns to his playful, and trustworthy dog. It must’ve looked odd the constant shifting expressions of his face as he mentally communicated with the soft fabric. He had never talked with stuffed-animals intently when he was behind the walls of the institution, yet it was also before he witnessed the scene he had in broad daylight. When he had finally come to a consensus it may have been seen as too late as the Caretaker walked in followed by Aitana.



How did he know it was Aitana? Oh such as simple question that can only be expressed by the glint in her eyes. But as the Caretaker came she hand him a glass of water and a few pills, which he was certain were nothing more than placebos. He kept his mouth shut but it did nothing for his cause as she used one hand to pinch just bellow the cheekbones with enough force for him to have to open it and in went all three pills all at the same time. Followed by the messy water. The Caretaker mumbled a few words to Lyude, but he wasn’t listening, his mouth hurt and he rubbed at his face to stop the constant numb feeling brought about from the force of it all. Had he not been ecstatic by the question of a game earlier he may have started balling then and there covering his body under the sheets. This was why he wanted out. The way they treated their patients.. Sometimes the other lady, NOT Aitana, tried to act like that to him.. And he couldn’t stand it. None of them seemed to grasp anything around here and as the trays of food were placed he looked at the eggs and grits and sighed.. It had seemed like an eternity since he’d had sweet pancakes and drippy, gooey syrup. Oh when he got out the first thing he wanted to do was gorge himself on food, anything sweet or sour he could get his hands on... Speaking of sweet/sour food, some just happened to magically drop into his lap. And he looked up beaming at Aitana, his fleeting emotions changing as quickly as they came.

Not being one for words the smile got across his point across there was no doubt in his mind that it had. He would’ve ran up and hugged the other female to solidify his feelings, yet with the stern lady next to her Lyude didn’t even want to risk it for fear of creating a stir instead he went about eating the bland food popping a skittle in between bites. After he finished his meal and snack which to him seemed like only a few small bites. He pushed the tray away and looked at the Gamer giving him a nod showing that he DID in fact, want to play a game. . . Be it hopscotch, jumping jacks (too dangerous a game to play here though),




timeskip . . . theESCAPE


A few hours before they were to be snuck out Lyude pulled out his costume for the night... He would be going as Peter Pan. Aitana would be Captain Hook. And Kyle Tinkerbell. . . Now why the Peter Pan theme? Well a month and a half before yude had drawn an image of Peter Pan coming to his rescue, because just like how Peter had saved the Darlings from Earth, his Peter had saved him from ‘Earth’ or the institution in this case and taken him to Neverland, the outside walls of this asylum. And with Lyude’s free time in large supply he had enough time to ask Aitana for fabric, thread, and needles to help create his costume. He wanted it to match the one he drew and he was thrilled to know that Aitana wanted in and maybe a little happy that Kyle did too.. It was as if they would all be escaping Earth together for the fun that awaited at Neverland. The only disappointing factor was it was all too much like a Cinderella tale. He’d have to return back before it was to late. Something he wished he could ask to change yet was a bit too hard for him to ask... 



Dressed to match his drawing he was glad when Aitana arrived and came to whisk him away he wasn’t entirely sure why no one stopped them, but they didn’t and it wasn’t long till he was free and out of the place he’d been in for far too long. He took his new found steps without having to wear a scrub in pride, even dressed as Peter he felt grand. Sure they stopped at Aitana’s place for her to get dressed and while she did he walked around and marveled at the mirror in the hallway as it started to crack before his eyes. He doubted himself and figured it was just a dream inside his mind as he stared on at it. He turned around to see if anyone else had caught it or was even in the same hallway as him. When neither Kyle or Aitana were in sight he turned back around to see words had been written in a familiar color one that sent a shudder down the young boy’s spine. It was similar to that color that made him feel sick, dizzy, heart floundering, and head hammering all at the same time. The power such a simple shade of red had over him was a secret best left kept. He didn’t even try and decipher what they said before he made a sharp turn back to the living room and watched a few cartoons and commercials to get his mind off what he imagined was simply an illusion.. It must not have been there.. It couldn’t have... Could it...? He looked at Brutus, who had been sitting neglected on the couch as Lyude had been staring at the mirror in the hallway that reminded him so much of his drawings he’d done long ago... Hugging the plushie he felt a little more comforted..



When they finally did arrive at the festival Lyude had gone through the Haunted House once before hiding in terror behind Aitana while holding Brutus. Some of the older teens and young adults jeered at his easy ability to be frightened.. It hurt him, but he didn’t even know what to say about it.. He gone on a few other rides.. Played a few other games... Won some more stuffed animals.. It fun overall. He’d had a few caramel apples, some popcorn. Maybe someone had called him cute in a rare blue moon... Ooh, ad lest we forget that after four years of not being able to wear them he was able to put his snake bite hoops back in, they tickled to him when he first slipped them back in and his tongue had been playing with them, familiarizing itself with the long forgotten feel. Currently he stood with Aitana near the Whack-a-Ghost section looking on with an inquistive expression wondering if they were about to play the game and win him another stuffed animal or no... Because as he looked athte stuffed dragon, he really, really wanted one...

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

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The current tune playing in my head:
The Artist by: Alesana

[Michirugurl]

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

The Gambler

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Nathanael was very tired and didn't really want to be part of this Festival, but because he was a very important cooperate head he had to be here. Ever since they represented all the different companies and presented each company on its own float. Nathanael thought it would be over. But no there was much more to do and much more people to meet and introduce himself to. He did have a couple of drinks and was very happy to know Hayden was around. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked her company and that fact that she was here made things easier for hum and much better. He tried to find some woman to mess around with but it was hard, since most had costumes or came with friends. Not to mention he also had a costume and that kind off killed his charm. So he after a while he wasn't even in the mood to approach any of them. His costume, Nathanael thought was something very similar to what he likes to represent, power, authority, importance and Leadership. He was dressed a Julius Caesar, the Roman Dictator of Rome who was one of Nathanael's Role Models. Someone he hopes to be somewhere in the future, just more modernized, better protected and much smarter. He thought he looked pretty impressive and he had revived a few comments here and there and a few glances. So he knew he looked great.

He was sitting on stage with many other en from different companies, He saw his rival Mr.Caves who had joined but was sitting a few chairs away from Nathanael. Which was a good things because Nathanael would probably be having a discussion or a heated argument with the man. Which would be first, he didn't know but he did know that they couldn't be seated together or there would be problems. The only reason they were sitting on stage right now viewing and watching over the public was because they had to be there for a bit since their companies was represented and some of the reporters wanted to ask them a few questions. Talking about how much they donated, what are their future plans, what is under development, what projects are they working on now and so on. As much as Nathanael hated the press and answering their questions, this was part of the deal he made when he told the board and committee of the Halloween festival that he was going to make and appearance and this was taking forever to be over. It felt like years before this stupid meeting would be over and he hated it. He was so bored he began to scan around the crowds in search of Hayden. He wished he hadn't allowed her to run off since he came here. But she is a person and she does have a life and as much of an a** hole Nathanael can be, even he knew when enough was enough.

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As soon as the conference meeting and the bright flashing picture taking was over, Nathanael left as fast he could and as far as he could. Away from the crowd and away from the press. He needed sometime for himself and some space. He hated when people were in his face asking him questions and bothering him about his personal life. They always asked him the same thing. Have you found anyone important in your life or the million dollar question he was always asked, when are you going to settle down. But Nathanael didn't care he was going to continue his life the way it is until he was ready to move on and settle down. If he can ever find himself doing such a thing. He walked away from the crown and began blending in. He went to the bathroom to hide for a bit. He remembered the cracked mirrors and the message that he saw at his company. Nathanael was so angry with what happened with the mirrors. First of all he didn't know who the delinquent that didn't was. Even though he has suspicions that it was the janitor. Second of all he thought someone was playing a bad prank on him. 3rd of all the message kind of spooked him. Even if he didn't show it and tried not to let the people know. But he was on alert, something about that message bothered him, gave him an eerie feeling. He didn't know what it was but he did know that it wasn't good. What he did know was that whoever the person was meant some serious business and knew who Nathanael was and could be a potential threat to him. So of course he was alert and watching his every move. He didn't want anything bad happening anytime soon especially with all the weird things that have been happening lately. He just didn't want to be part of that mess.

As soon as Nathanael thought he was ready he came right out of the bathroom. At the exact moment he stepped out he was being attacked by some reporters. Damn these people don't they have better things to do? Better lives? they are so stupid. Nathanel answered the question as best and fast as he could, then he slipped away when they weren't watching him. He found Mr. Caves getting a drink and so he decided to join him and maybe even tempt him a little. "Having luck with that son of yours Mr.Cave?" he whispered to his ears with a smirk plastered on his face. Mr.Cave jumped and turned around to face Nathanael. "What the Hell do you want Belmont! I have nothing to talk to you about and its none of your business what my son does or doesn't do." He told him angrily. Nathanael stared at Mr.Caves "I guess that's a no then." replied Nathanael. Mr cave looked away not responding to Nathanel's remark. " I do have to say thanks to your brat, my publicity has gotten better and business has been very good to me, can't same the same for you though. Such a shame though. That's your son is just a nuisance instead of a support for his own father." Mr.Cave became so angry with the words that came out of Nathanael's mouth. "Go ******** yourself! Who do you think you are talking to me like that!" Mr.Caves was so angry he was yelling so loud that people began to stare at him. Nathanael just walked away quietly so that people would think he was being the 'bigger' man.

Nathanel walked away laughing his head off. He loves the fact that he just made Mr.Caves feel fear and threaten by Nathanael. He was enjoying every minute of it. He felt in control of the situation and he was going to take advantage of the situation. After walking away Nathanael hurried over to talk to a few other representative of the other companies that were presented today. He wanted to make new alliances have some of them join him because they were very good and very prosperous companies. companies that Nathanael knew would help him and would allow him to become much more successful than he already was. That's when he remembered he needed Hayden. Yet where was she? ever since he appeared to represent the company Hayden disappeared. He hasn't seen her since. Why, Nathanael didn't know. "she's probably with some friends." he told himself as he began scanning the crowds in search for his secretary. He couldn't find her anywhere. so Nathanael decided to take out his Blackberry to text her.


To:Hayden
From:Nate
Hey Hayden where are you?
I haven't seen you since I represented my company.
you sure do know how to disappear and stay out of my sight.
What do you hate me that much that you have to run away from me?
Ill wait for you at the food court im starving and since I'm such a good mod,
ill buy you something and we shall have a conversation
because there a few things I want to talk to you about.


After he sent her the message Nathanael took the phone and put in his pocket again. He knew she would probably be mad again and he would have to brace himself. But for the mean while he would just head over to the food court and wait for her there. Until she arrives Nathanael would just watch the other people in their costumes and maybe try to hit on a few girls. Especially since he was in a good mood right. With all that happened to Mr.Cave Nathanael was sure his popularity would be rising. The more the merrier he thought. This is turning out to be better than he expected. Who knows maybe he might just get lucky.

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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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[rajio_obake]

Oh-oooh!Madεlεiηε Darcy Siηclair

I want your ugly xxxxxxxxxxxx I want your disease
I want your everything xxxxxxxxxxxx As long as its freexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I want your lovexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Love-love-love

xxxxxI want your love

On the phone with Trent she had blurbed out everything she’d witnessed, “Yeh he is! Isn’t that great!” When she tried to get Theo to talk on the phone he just coughed some more before pushing the phone away where she got back on to hear Trent again. An offended look across her face when he made it sound like he was accusing her of thinking of doing something as horrible as pretending Theo was awake when he still was in a coma (not that he was but...). “How could you say that? You think I’d be so mean to do something like that!” The fact Maddie wasn’t one to think up cruel jokes, and the other fact that she was dating the comatose patient... ‘That’s totally not something I’d think of eva doing to anyone that’s a big horrid thing to do… You’d have to be a big jerk to do that!’ A small pout formed but disappeared the moment the blonde/brown male said he’d be arriving at the hospital. “Great! I’m sure Theo will be happy to see you again! TTYL!” After that was said she hung up and stuffed the phone in her pocket. She hopped back down on the bed next to Theo, “Trents coming~” She hummed as she swung her legs off the side of the bed, had she not been so excited by his come to she might’ve cuddled up next to him, but instead she just sat at the end ready to jump up when Trent or if the Golddigger came. She had a tune in her head as she bopped her head to it thinking of all the things she could do now that Theo was awake.

Of course Madeleine was happy when her boyfriend came to, why wouldn’t she be? He was awake and that’s all that mattered. Sure she didn’t get him water like she should’ve but she wasn’t one to think about that sort of thing.. She simply figured his mouth was all fine and dandy.. He was all fine and nothing that could go wrong would... What could be worse besides falling out a window?.. Being blackmailed.. Okay so Maddie may’ve taken a few naughty shots of herself now and again but it was all for Theo! His birthday, valentines day, easter, christmas, new years, etc. Name a holiday that can be celebrated she took a photo of herself in all her glory. Sometimes just one shot, other times a few. Even if it wasn’t a holiday she may’ve taken one just because Theo asked her too and like a lovesick puppy she obeyed her owner and all his whims. Despite how demeaning anyone in their right mind would find them, she wouldn’t see it as such but more so an act of love and its why she had no problems doing it for him.. Plus Theo promised he deleted them afterwards, and there had been times she may have forgotten to delete some, but to her no one was going to get a hand on her phone, besides she had one of the phones where you can put them in a hidden file and people can’t access them unless they have your password of course Maddie’s password was ‘H0wCuT3xD’.. Not the best password in the world, but she didn’t think anyone besides the Golddigger would be able to break it. She always shared her passwords with the girl and it was the same as her twitter password, so it wasn’t like she would connect the two and two.

Yet even if it hadn’t crossed her friends mind it had to have crossed somebodies because of the anonymous email she’d been sent. Sure it scared, her.. Freaked her out a bit.. She’d heard of people like that on the news (omigosh Maddie watching the news?) There was this thirty year old who pretended to be a seventeen year old boy and asked girls to send them picks of themselves.. Then he threatened them saying if they didn’t have sex with him he’d post their pictures all over facebook.. The only thing was Maddie didn’t send her pictures out and she trusted Theo (not that she should) enough that she believed he’d never send a picture of her out to anyone. Why would he? Theo wasn’t like that he was a gentleman who was HER gentleman and he knew her like the back of his hand by now. There was no way he’d ever send her pictures off to some pevert even if they offered him money. He had to much respect for her to do that... Of course that’s what Maddie would like to think. But in truth she didn’t know if he’d sent the photos off to Trent or to any of his other sports buddies. She couldn’t be certain of that, that her photos had been seen by only his eyes but she was going to trust him enough to delete them like he said. That was the least she could do for him. So how’d the guy get them and why he waned them.. Maddie didn’t even know.

After she called Trent it was probably a good thing he showed up because if he hadn’t there was no way that Theo would’ve gotten that glass of water he’d been needing had Trent not come. A light giggle escaped her lips at the two males as they reconnected, it was almost adorable in a sense, at least to her it would be.. They hadn’t seen eachother in a while and to suddenly wake up... Well there was so much to talk about Maddie tried to keep quite and be polite when Trent spoke, but there were just a few subjects she had put herself into the conversation with. Mainly being how people reacted and the fact they didn’t have a single lead on who did it.. It was a scary though, what if whoever it was tried to do it again.. Then what! Would he end up killed or something... Maddie didn’t want to think of something like that happening. True, there were more.. effective (if you could use that word) ways of killing someone... But had Theo not been lucky like he usually was no doubt he would’ve died instead of ending up in a coma like he had.. And what was to happen to Maddie then? Live a sorrowful life reminiscing of what could’ve been? Most likely. But she tried to keep her thoughts on the positive, he was awake, they’d hang out, stay with each other most of the night.. It would be grand. The thought of him sneaking off to be with other girls not even crossing her mind because he was as faithful to her as a choir boy.. Right? Right!

When it was time to leave she figured Theo would understand leaving with her was for the best. After all he would hang out with Trent more at the festival. And Maddie hadn’t even seen him all that much at the party so it was only far right? Right. At least she thought so as he got in her car. She kept a pack of cigarettes he hadn’t finished in her car simply for the fact if he ever wanted some he had some. And if she didn’t have a pack in his car, well she wouldn’t mind pulling over and buying him a pack if he sole wished. The blonde figured it was only right. When they were on the road she mentioned going back to her place but that started a quarrel between the two Maddie’s reason for him going being, “But baby you haven’t been there in a loooonnngggg time..” though eventually Madeleine caved and it wasn’t long till she U-turned it into Theo’s dorm. He did have a point after all.. It had been a while and he had been in a coma.. So it was only fair for him. Plus she didn’t want to work him up after all he’d been through, it just wouldn’t be right... He didn’t need all that stress piling up on his shoulders.. His buff shoulders just needed to relax and take a break for a while.

After she parked her car she looked in the driver mirror to fix her hair.. It looked like it was cracking but before Maddie could investigate more she obediently followed after Theodore before he could get too far away from her. She sat on his bed for a while as he walked into the shower. Yet this logic of helping soothe him after his coma also lead to her showering and doing other activities for him.. But it was only fair and for him.. He had been in that coma... And when she was fixing herself up again. And she wasn’t going to say she exactly hated it.. They were making ‘love’ so of course she loved it because it was something she naively thought was shared just between the two of them. On his bed she used a towel and was drying her hair off when he came back asking her if she wrote a message on his mirror.. She didn’t think so, but it was just another accusation about her today, “No.. Mhmnn..” She sated as plainly as that before he went about getting ready for the party.. She did let it slip about the festival tonight and how she got hims something.. Had it not been for the fact he blatantly denied it and had just returned from a coma she may have been heart broken, which yes she kind of was because she had got him a costume... But who knows.. Maybe he’d wear it on Halloween for her? She said everything was fine, before heading to her car to get the costume. Popping the trunk open and pulling it out.

Her costume was like that of a playboy bunny centerfolds wear just before they bore all. The only difference was instead of bunny ears and a tail she had fox ears and a fox tail. She was ready to go and when they were on the road she asked him questions about if he was okay and if he wanted to go through the haunted house with her or what not anything to try and get more of a reaction out of him. And his few ‘mhm’s had gotten so many pleased smiles out of Maddie it was a wonder she couldn’t see through them at all. When they did get to the park it seemed later than it should’ve been.. But they had spent some time reconnecting so to speak. Hoping out she noted her car mirrors looked a little broken.. Maybe she was hallucinating though, it was aroung Halloween. Popping out she waited for Theo to get out before she could wrap her arms arounf his arm as she followed him out and about staying close to him and enjoying his presence... It felt so long since she’d seen him awake and know that he wasn’t strapped to machines.. She just took comfort in this knowledge. “I’ll go wherever you want to go first sweetie...” She said with her eyes closed walking in time with him... Whenever the golddigger showed up she might split off with her friend, till then she was content hanging around with Theo.

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