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

[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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Hurt him? When he heard the brunette speak, you know it made him think of the hardest part of his job. And that was getting information from civilians. Sometimes there were vendettas. Sometimes there were just people who didn’t trust other people. Sometimes… it was like trying to get a camel through the eye of a needle. And this girl was making it very, very obvious how intelligent she was, which made Piran happy. Oh! Don’t get him wrong. He thought her intelligence really showed in the manner she spoke and it was really, really cute. It would have been hard to stop smiling around her—unless someone died. Then he’d probably hear her and forget about the sorrow of the moment for even just a moment. ”Hurting him is definitely the last thing I wanna do.” Piran found himself trying to assure her. This was all part of the bigger thing. If it weren’t for an investigation that was going on and him being their biggest clue, he wouldn’t bother the young man at all. But Piran had to figure out what was going on with all these suicides. He had to know what was going on and why people were killing themselves like they were. There was no way out of it. Piran couldn’t deal with cold cases because of his obsessions when it came to his work and he couldn’t just rule out these group suicides as a million stressed out young adults. Not all at the same time.

He knew something was going on, he just had no idea what and that just made him want to pounce on the answer even more.

When the woman smiled, Piran felt so much better. She seemed like a serious person despite how playful she looked. The way she spoke said otherwise. Definitely like a business person. So she wasn’t the kind of person to leave her business in the department, which was fine. Piran just… couldn’t… help.. smiling at it. She was too adorable in the way she spoke. So much more formal than he was. Even when she introduced herself she was formal! He’d only given his full name since he was declaring himself a detective and everything and it was kind of protocol so you don’t look like some kind of… skeevy… suspicious person posing as a detective. He was just a little bit surprised when she cut off half way through his title. That couldn’t be a good sign. Maybe he shouldn’t have been as honest as he was first off. But Piran sincerely thought that this was one of those situations where he didn’t have to make up some kind of fake ID that wasn’t a detective to get into the information source! He thought that people would actually want people getting pushed out of windows to be investigated! How could he be wrong about that? I mean, he thought about it. If he were a civilian that was approached by a detective like himself for the same reasons, he’d be stoked to help out as much as he possibly could. But then… when he thought about it… if he were still in his teenage years… before he made the life decision… he’d definitely be a pain in the bottom to the cops because… he so didn’t like them back then either. In fact; he liked to make things harder for them back then… the reason he joined this side was also the reason why he despised it at one point.

”Yeah, you’re right.” Piran said as he pursed his lips in a small, contemplation pout. You knew that there was a ‘but’ that wanted to follow that. ‘But, I want to solve this case more than anything!’ ‘But, I really need to know what’s going on!’ ‘But if someone pushed him, they might know he’s awake and try and do it again.’ ‘But, if I don’t get to talk to him soon enough, he might not remember even more things and he’s the only lead we have! …and did I mention, I really, really wanna know about it?’ Some of those buts probably wouldn’t get him anymore information. There was just something about needing to know things like this that people who didn’t have that need just didn’t understand. Jimmy understood the feeling… ”Well, even if not now, he can always give the station a ring if he has suspicions or doesn’t feel safe or anything.” Piran stated with a nod. He figured it would have been better to give her his personal number to give him… but if something did happen and he had to call in back up… the chief would be so mad if he learned Piran was butting himself in where he wasn’t supposed to be yet again.

Eyes light up with so much hope and excitement and he couldn’t stop his head from nodding quickly with that same feeling when the brunette had said she would speak to Theo’s girlfriend and see if he could talk! That was definitely more than enough! A whole lot better than flat out rejection. ”That would be amazing, Izzy! Thank you!” he said appreciatively. After she had started, Piran really wasn’t sure if he was gonna get Theo information from her, but she just changed everything. Ugh. His heart pounded like a teenager on his way to a first date with that simple information that she would be asking and there was the 50 percent chance that the hard partier would totally be up for a talk. Ah. Now what was he to do until he heard from Theo? His body fidgeted now just a little bit with giddiness. He swayed a bit where he stood, no certain pattern or timing to it, however. He was pulled back out of his thoughts when he heard Izzy speak up once more, this time addressing the fact he was a detective and making it to the end of the word. Piran swallowed as his green eyes were drawn right back to her face to listen. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she spoke, as seriously as she did. ”No! That makes a lot of sense. See; you might not know this and I don’t want to sound like a lame old guy, but when I was a kid, I actually hated the police. They weren’t my best friend and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t theirs either.” His face flinched a bit at the memory and there was something of an awkward chuckle. He really wasn’t as proud of back then as he used to be. It was somewhat surprising that they let him join the team, but… he had some pull room since his grandfather was a well enough known chief of the station where he used to live. The man was able to get Piran off from things, but that didn’t mean the punishment wasn’t there…

And if German ancestral grandparents knew how to do anything… it was punish. There was a much longer story though about why he became a detective in the end and what changed everything.

Piran kept his attention on the girl as she remained polite and somewhat defensive as she stated how she was, in fact, a law-abiding civilian. Prian chuckled just a bit to himself. He never doubted that she wasn’t. He liked to use the courts decisive motto, ‘innocent until proven guilty’. Of course… if they seemed guilty, then he wouldn’t hold back in attempting to get as much information as possible to prove whether one was truly innocent or not. ”Thank you incredibly much!” He said in astonishment and happiness as he took the phone. He reached into his own bag and pulled out his cell phone so that he could enter in the number for later use. ”I promise I won’t be that guy who sends chain letters or over pesters him.” Piran said as he finished typing the number and name in for the number before he handed the phone back to the girl. ”He’s not in trouble and I just wanna keep it that way. I’d love to spend the evening with you. But I’ll warn you that if something happens, I will have to go to work—and my partner is gonna show up sooner or later.” He replied with a smile.. He figured he had a lot of time now since he had a connection to the victim and knew how to contact him with ease so he wouldn’t have to run around so much looking for information. Not to mention, this girl knew him personally too so she would have more information than a phone number—what he was like. ”Where were you headed off to before I got here? Have you seen the haunted house? I heard it's really amazing.” Piran said, now that he knew he’d be spending the time in the festival with someone else, well… he’d like to cater to her—and… well… everything seemed like it would be a lot more fun. That’s just how festivals worked right?

Jee~ Now it was feeling more like a festival than before.

◇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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The atmosphere between them was definitely different. There wasn't nearly as much tension. It was funny, back then, Parkerson was so set on proving that Charlotte's bestfriend, Rebecca Palmer, was the evil mastermind behind the Mansion Massacre in the woods were multiple people were either slautered/or committed suicide; it depended on what the case was logged down in the end. But the 'normalness' of everything, was...nice. She actually smiled, and it didn't seem all that forced. It truly put him a bit more at ease. A smile slipped onto his lips, though faltered slightly when she mentioned that her career was going strong. Not like he hated her, or was unhappy for her success...he just knew that he couldn't say the same thing. He was far from being marked as 'employee of month'. He didn't even have the whole 'work with a smile' marked down. Though he did furrow his brows slightly when she mentioned that there have been some rather disturbing events along the way. Disturbing...right, he knew about the suicides. Of course he knew.

"So much has happened in practically one year," he admitted, though he forced himself to smile lightly when she asked him how he had been. How was he? He wanted to say 'alive', but figured that was understood. "I've been better---- and thanks, I guess Eliza knew what she was doing when she picked it out. Little sisters, right? Anyways, I have to admit it, you look nice too." Maybe there was something about redheads with green on? He wasn't sure, but her compliment truly made him feel as though he didn't look ridiculous. Well, that was a relief. Yeah, he'd definitely have to thank Eliza, chances were she was roaming around the festival grounds anyways. He didn't even know of what she had came dressed as, but most likely it was something that was more cute than sexy. Parkerson would like to definitely believe that his little sister wasn't a whore. "So, you're...." he let his words trail off, since he wasn't fully certain if Charlotte's costume was anything in specifics or if she was just coming wearing something different than she often wore. Then again, that's Jim for you. He's the type of person who has difficulty pinpointing exactly where they were unless it was ultimately obvious. Sure he would've guess Sherlock Holmes, since he was a personal fan of the books. But if someone came dressed as Mrs. Peacock from Clue, then he would've been iffy until after he knew what you were supposed to be, then it'd make more sense. It was another reason why he didn't like Halloween. Since people often expected you to figure out who they were supposed to be; if not, then their feelings would be hurt.

"...something you came up with on your own?" Yeah, the vibe was definitely different between them. This wasn't nearly as stressful, hostile or having the pressure of If I don't get this information, then a lot of people are going to die. No, it was simply him, talking to another person. He didn't have to investigate, he didn't have to have a separate motive. It was his responsibility...

It was definitely different.

Besides, chances were there wouldn't be any suicides tonight. They had their festival up, all they had to do now was manage it. Still, Jimmy felt that it was strange that they would want to keep it posted. It was the money, that's what it had to have been. But money for lives? If it were him in charge of everything, he would've wanted to definitely stop everything by the second group suicide; he would've been concerned after the first. 'Damn, stop thinking about it.' He should be more focussed on enjoying himself, than worrying about something he wouldn't be able to change anyways. He needed to learn how to have fun and not be so...so...serious all the time. So when she asked him how he was liking the festival, he felt a tiny smirk slip through his lips. Here he was without any real excuse of why he shouldn't be having fun. There were a number of things here to keep him entertained, people literally died putting this together...and yet he wasn't enjoying himself. It seemed awful thinking of it that way. "I'm impressed with how everything looks though," he finally told her. "Personally I haven't been here too long, since I figured I had time to come early on the other days." Though his eyes did trail back to a number of the other attractions before settling once more on her. All he had done so far was get a bit of food. He didn't realize how...that looked at first. Who really eats first? "I guess I'm just indecisive of what to do first, but I've been thinking about going in."

After all she did bring up the Haunted House, and he had technically walked over to it multiple times. He needed to come to terms with the fact that he was curious about going inside. He just knew that if it was stupid...then he'd probably feel annoyance: annoyance because of embarrassment, that would probably cut him off from wanting to enjoy himself for the remainder of the time here. "But, I was thinking about going in." He could tell that she hadn't been in yet, just the way she was standing outside of it before hand. It was the reason why she hadn't voiced that she had just come from it. 'Stop it, stop analyzing everything.' "Were you just about to go in too?" he casually asked. Then that's when he noticed something red catch his attention out of the corner of his eyes. He glanced over to see a guy wearing a ringmaster's costume, though Jim didn't pinpoint what it was exactly (since he didn't see him from the front); as well as another guy who didn't seem like he was wearing a costume at all. But maybe he was? What if he was dressing up as a character from a show who just wore standard clothes? He just knew that the guy with him had a camera. Oh crap, cameras...really?

Well, as long as there weren't people randomly wanting to take pictures of the guests that were coming to the festival. Anyways, Jim moved more over so that he could get his admission ticket to the Haunted House, and was about to go inside when he looked back in the direction of Farris to see if she was coming as well. And who knows, maybe he could bring himself to actually ride a ride afterwards?

{{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

[HimakoLady15]

It's all fun and games until...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKyle Matthew Carson

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSomeone gets hurt, then it's hilarious.

Kyle laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Tonight was the night. He was going to break free of these blank white walls forever. All the chess pieces were finally in the right position, and the black queen was ready to attack. Everything was right once more in his little world, and all because of a simple letter. Okay, technically his world had been made right again because of two letters, but who was counting besides him? The first had been short and simple, just a possessive note that spoke of bounds and chains of blood. That had been the note that set him thinking and gave him hope. Had his master escaped and survived? Was he out there now, waiting for his puppet to return?

The second note had been delivered only a few hours ago. That letter basically gave him instructions. He gave him the idea, the belief that Orion was once more the Game-Master, calling his puppet to him. The dried blood on the corner tempted him, taunted him. How he longed to lick the blood of a victim once more. He ached to be near his master one more time. Everything was becoming right in his life.

He looked over at Lyude and smiled. He couldn’t leave the one person that had supported him for the past few months. He would have to come along with them. Oh, he knew how he was getting out. Ever since he had first noticed the dual auras surround the Caretaker’s apprentice, he had been studying reasons as to why she had two. The only thing that made sense was that she had multiple personality disorder. That would explain how the letters were given to him, hidden under the dishes. She was the reason Lyude had skittles sometimes. She was the key out of there.

TIMESKIP!!!

Kyle leaned against a booth and watched his two little ones. He had been right; the Personality had been their ticket out of the mental hospital. Aitana had taken them to her apartment where she had changed. Apparently they were going to a festival, and they were all in “Peter Pan” costumes. Lyude has chosen to go as Peter Pan, and Aitana was female Captain Hook. That left him to be Tinkerbell, which he didn’t mind. He had the little green dress on, with a pair of green slippers. He didn’t shave his legs, but he was wearing a pair of green pants.

He looked around the booths and frowned. He was out of the hospital, and he didn’t plan on going back there tonight. He didn’t plan on ever going back to that dreadful place. Where was the key to find Orion? There was a reason he was here tonight, and all things in his life came back to Orion. His eyes flashed over the crowds. Maybe one of the new members of the list was the key? But how was he to know who was on the list now? It had to be someone old, Palmer or Parkerson perhaps.

“Master, how can I find the key when I don’t know where to begin looking?” he said to himself. As he finished the question, the scar on his shoulder started to burn. His eyes closed, and the image of a bathroom appeared in his mind. He had to find that bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked at Lyude and Aitana; they won't notice that he had disappeared for a while.

He headed in the direction of the bathroom, the scar bruning the closer he got. He opened the door and looked around before entering, locking the door behind him. So what if someone had to use the restroom? Go use a portapotty. His eyes scanned the restroom. There was something here that he need, that Orion wanted him to have. There, on the mirror! He walked over and removed the note taped to the top right corner.

My puppet; closer and closer the distance withers away
Just as my connections with my former. I severed my
ties, to reunite a stronger one.
You take the fun out of it, but even you are allowed
immunity from a few of my riddles.
My puppet, write a list. Each name brings me closer to you.
As the numbers of clock's face, is how many I need to finally
see you again. I trust whose spirit you will sign to me.
And a reward is definitely yours for the taking.

Kyle smiled. Apparently, he was going to be making the list. Twelve names, twelve victims to keep him at Orion's side forever. Obviously, Lyude and Aitana weren't going to be on that list, and neither was Piran. Surprisingly, he didn't plan on adding Parkerson to that list either; Parkerson was already suffering. Besides, Kyle wanted to kill Parkerson himself. Obviously, Ken, the cop was the first person on that list. .

Now, he hadn't kept up a whole lot with the outside world, however he did know a little about the lifes surrounding his fellow survivors. After all, they had lived through Orion's game together; it was polite to worry. Piran's little partner would have to go, the Superstitious. The clueless and the party-animal would have to go as well. They were friends with the Popular, and Kyle wanted all of Trent's attention on him. The golddigger and the thief were added to the list. The adventurist was already in pain, so he was doing her a favor. The gambler and the drug dealer were added, because the only person allowed to mess with Parkerson was himself and Piran. The Drama-queen, simply to add more stress and suspection onto Charlotte. And of course, the Protester had to go. She should be one of the first to go. The Mooch had to go because Aitana need to focus her attention on Lyude.

There, twelve names to draw Orion closer. One step closer to seeing his master, to setting the game into play.

ooc: Mokie did okay the note.

[alex vengeance]

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Izzy smiled as the detective took the phone from her hand. He promised to not send chain letters or pester him, and that made her laugh. She looked at the officer and nodded. ”I will keep you to your word.” As Piran handed her back her phone, Izzy looked at the time. Piran rambled on about his work and Izzy only nodded and uh-huh’d as he finished. Going through the statement again, she reevaluated it. His partner would be here soon and if he needed to do work, he would have to leave. Of course, the girl knew that. Just like if she was getting a client, she would have to leave the festival to go and do her job. It was a bad schedule at times, but it was work. It gave her money, money that she used to shop for herself and for others. ”Of course. My schedule is hectic, too. Never know when a client is going to get an itch that they need help with.” Isolde said with a laugh. Suddenly she thought of what she said. It sounded like she was a masseuse, and that was definitely not the case.

Isolde was a whore, a gold-digger more specifically. Not many knew what she did, not even Maddie, her best friend. It was not something she told to people, especially since she wanted to design lingerie and become an actor. Isolde ran her hands through her hair, her scapula outlined by the skin stretching over the thin bones. It was not sexy to much people, but Isolde believed that showing off the shoulders and a bit of chest was gorgeous on a woman. The thought made her smile inwardly. She had never been with a woman, probably never would seeing as she loves the male…anatomy a lot more than she does a woman’s.

Maddie was still nowhere to be found, and she wanted to speak to her about her absence in her life as of late. Between trying to make her designs, looking for auditions, the sex, and shopping, Isolde had hardly any energy. Her job came first; it came before her schoolwork sometimes. Izzy hated that, but she needed the love of a man, the feeling of a new Chanel purse on her arm. However, of course, it was mostly about the love of a male. She never stayed in a relationship for more than a few weeks, but that was because she felt that she could not do her job. No job meant there was no money coming in other than her lingerie. In addition, that was not enough to handle the shopaholic’s wants and needs.



Therefore, Isolde never tied down; a free spirit was what Maddie called her. On the other hand, anyone else would say, a tramp. It did not, nor did it ever, bother Isolde. You do what you have must to make it in this world, and Isolde did just that. The teenager snapped back into reality when Piran began to speak again. She smiled and nodded. ”I have yet to go there. I hear from a few friends that it should be very inter—“ Isolde stopped midsentence, her phone beginning to vibrate. She muttered curses under her breath as she raised her right index finger towards the Detective.

Answering the phone, Isolde met the husky voice of one of her clients. ”I need to see you.” Five simple words that always seemed to ruin her plans. This time, however, Isolde would not let them break up some well deserved down time. Staring back at Piran, Isolde spoke into the receiver. ”Listen, darling, Isolde began. Her green eyes turned to look upon Piran once again. She was not just going to leave the festival to get a good lump sum of green. She smiled and began to speak again, the voice on the other line calling out numbers that grew larger as the seconds went by. ”I am with a friend, Johnation. I had a client this morning over, and I think I deserve a break. My day is over until tomorrow.” The voice became increasingly louder; giving away that it was one of the members of the senate. She rolled her eyes and stared at Piran, who was waiting for her patiently to get off her cell phone. She smiled and turned her attention back to the rising numbers. ”Face-to-face is still over five hundred an hour. Anything else is eight hundred an hour you know the rules. In addition, get some gloves; do not want to risk your partnership because of an accidental spill of paints.”

Code for some reason was always important to these big suits, which Isolde never really understood. If they did not want to lose their profession, then why have a relationship with a whore? Still, the girl could not complain. Isolde smiled and gave her full attention to Detective Piran. ”I am so sorry about that! A client of mine wanted to meet me after hours.” He did not have to know she pulled an illegal job, and she had no problem with that. ”So, how did you come to have to deal with this case, if you do not mind me asking.” Izzy asked, as they got closer to the line for the haunted house. Isolde played with her mask once more, adjusting it so that it would not leave deep impressions on her forehead. Her vision blurred as the darkened glass shifted dangerously in front of her sight. ”Catwoman needs a new mask." Isolde said as she laughed.

OOC: Two things: Sorry it took so long and sorry it kinda sucks. xD
I've been having to use all my creativity on school projects. DX

[midgetminion]

Mιcɧєℓℓє Sαbяιɳα Lαsкץxxx

Nothing travels faster than light...

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

...which follows its own rules.

Once a text message was out of the way, Michelle found herself keeping her eyes peeled for anything and everything that could be seen as suspicious. If a scoop was about to go down, then you could bet that Micky was planning on catching it. Besides, with all of the freak accidents that had been going on, why wouldn’t something crazy happens tonight. She knew that there was no way she was the only one scheming. What if another group suicide was planned? Surely there would be those ‘tell signs’, right? ‘Just look for depressed or emo looking people.’ the blonde mentally noted as her hazel eyes scanned over face after face. One that stood out to her was someone who either had a really good paint job, or appeared that the side of their face was decaying. Seeing it was close to Halloween, she figured it was the second one. Now, she didn’t just start talking him because of his hideous face…even though the fake gruesomeness could make her want to jump off of something if she didn’t love living so much- but so because he had this sad, lonesome look present. She had never seen anyone right before they killed themselves before, but she could guess that the face may look something like that.

She followed him onto one of those spinning-swing rides, occupying the seat right behind him. The reporter couldn’t help but notice how the guy would reach for his pocket, every so often, as if trying to pull something out. ‘A gun, maybe,’ silently pondered the female as her lips twisted to the side. But alas, as the ride slowed to a stop and people started to exit it, she saw that the man was still breathing and hadn’t gone psycho on anyone- sadly. Now, it wasn’t that she exactly wanted to see someone die…it was just that death made good news. There was no denying it, and the girl had never forgiven herself for screwing up the chance of a lifetime that she faced back on the cruise ship. The opportunity to film one of the most mysterious murderers of history during his last showdown. That was movie material for crying out loud, and she missed it! So of course she wasn’t sparing any sympathy tonight. The girl was a reporter, not a superhero- therefore, it wasn’t her place to save anyone. If they wanted to kill themselves, then so be it. As long as it wasn’t anyone that she personally knew, then she didn’t care,

Once again, the man looked as if he was about to do something by the way he reached inside of his coat once more. The female inched her hand towards the black flap of her own costume, to get her cell since Craig was nowhere in sight. Yet, before she could pull her phone to tape anything, some girl ran over and hugged the Mr. Zombie face from the side. Instantly, the guy’s face lit up, which made it dawn on Michelle that he must’ve been bummed because his date was late. “I wasted a full five minutes for that?!” she harshly whispered to herself as a look a pure annoyance crossed her face. After an exaggerated sigh left her lips, the pirate wench spun on the heel of her boot to leave the ride area. Yet the moment that she was facing the opposite direction, a single vibration tickled her thigh. Knowing that it was simply her phone, she withdrew it, wondering whom it was. Her guesses included Craig, Theo, a random friend or anyone else she had randomly sent out a text to over the course of the day. In no way was she disappointed to see that it was the cameraman. She even found herself reading over the message aloud to herself as she strolled.

“Those pics in a sec…talking to someone- ooh,” she paused to think of who it could possibly be that the boy would be chatting away with. “I wonder if she’s cute,” said the reporter as she smirked to herself, imaging Craig awkwardly talking to some mousy girl who would be just as shy back. A long awwww left her lips prior to her eyes dropping back to the text to see that the male actually specified who it was that he had been talking to. Theo’s best friend…which was…which was..? “Oh yeah,- Trent,” she recalled, almost laughing at herself because she thought that the guy was actually talking to a girl. Of course not, well, not until he got his revenge. Then Michelle would definitely see if she could hook the adorable computer nerd up with someone, since that silly crush of his would be long gone from his memory bank. Reading on, the twenty year-old didn’t see anything wrong with meeting up at the food court, and was tempted to ask if the other was trying to bring the rich kid with him. She was quite curious to see how the other was in person. That and she wanted to see what costume he would be wearing. Michelle was curious about both boys, simply because she loved costumes. ’What am I thinking, if Trent went with us, then he could overhear our plans,’ she realized shaking her head. Oh well, she was bound to run into the freshman sooner or later. After all, she had plans to see his bestfriend at one point of the night anyways. So back to the text her eyes went. The last part made a giggle slip out the girl’s mouth, yet she expertly moved her thumbs across the keypad as wrote her reply to Craig


Trent? So is Theo not with him?
The food court sounds great
Ps you're silly, beau = boyfriend

--»Micky


Pocketing the phone, she decided to make her way to the food court, however as she was walking, the female couldn’t help but notice oddly familiar face. "Lena!?" Michelle called out as she changed her direction to head towards the female with the puppy. How did the reporter meet the mute? Well, it was basically a casual run-in at the park. Of course the female had know idea that the other was a theif, but she recalled the fact that she didn't talk...at all. That wasn't something you saw everyday, so of course Michelle took time to take note of that. "I didn't think I'd run into you here. Aww, but you didn't wear a costume- are you waiting till Halloween? I couldn't resist dressing up," she said all in one breath, giving a pose with one hand on her hip before continuing, "Ooh, you brought your puppy-dog! She wouldn't bite me if I held her, would she?" she asked, holding out her hands as if she wanted to hold the dog, but then pulling them back as if she wasn't sure until she got an answer. Not even thinking about the fact she could have been considered bombarding the other with quetsions. It was just a habit that the female had since she was use to getting as much info out of people as she could. Instead, she was just thinking about how nice it was to run into old friend-ish-type-aquaintances-that-you-sometimes-talk-to-even-though-they-can't-talk-back-verbally. If Craig could talk to people, then why couldn't she? Besides, it wasn't like he was already on his way to the food court, at least she assumed he wasn't.

.::TH3 R3P0RT3R::.

((DRESSED AS A:: PIRATE WENCH))

[midgetminion]

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It didn’t take long for the cup filled with warm apple cider to become empty. Sure, it wasn’t too cold out, but there was a bit of a chill nonetheless. Now the small cup was simply taking up space as the writer debated what he wanted to do next. Tapping his middle finger on the side of the styrofoam trash, the teen let his green eyes roam about, sizing up his options. He could ride something, or perhaps play a game. The haunted house was there as well, although a part of him felt iffy about entering the manor again. He had been in it once, and he didn’t care for the number of people jumping out at him. Even though he had helped with planning out process of the attraction, the people inside were improving a lot. That’s why it was still a surprise to him when he entered. The fact that he could have easily been one of the students assigned to scare the wits out of people did come to mind. A number of people had made jokes saying that he would be good inside of the house, since he was already kind of creepy.

Was it true? Did people really just think of him as creepy? He certainly wasn’t intimidating when you would look at him. Aaron knew that he could stand to grow a few inches, and possibly eat more so he was at least at a healthy weight, eliminating his scrawniness- but some thing you just couldn’t change. Okay, so maybe that was a lie. If he actually got full nights of sleep, then he could potentially grow some more, along with eating correctly and working out. That could greatly improve his form, however didn’t rank high on Aaron’s priority list. He knew that people also thought strangely of him due to the fact that he had openly said that he was asexual on a couple occasions, and the books that he was seen reading at school weren’t exactly filled with rainbows and butterflies. Still, it wasn’t like he was involved in a cult and tried contacting the dead. He just found the paranormal intriguing. The fact that there was a mysterious, unseen world. Then again, the guy also believed in aliens, so why wouldn’t he think ghosts were real? Even the incident with the mirrors, now that he thought of it, was bizarrely cool. Not so much that it happened at his house, but more so that he witnessed paranormal activity firsthand.

“I’d bet Jude had something to do with it,” he said to himself as he tossed his cup into a trash bin. He wouldn’t put it passed his uncle to disrupt someone’s spirit, especially with his bad habit of mouthing of the dead. ’Could it have been dad?” swiftly ran through his thoughts before he could even stop it. Could there be a chance that his father was upset with his brother for blaming his wife for his death? Shaking his head, Aaron heaved a sigh, figuring that it was a stupid thought. There was no way that his father that had been gone for many years, suddenly came back to haunt that house. It wasn’t like his dad was the type to want to play games anyways. His father had been a work-a-holic for as long as he could remember. ’But if it wasn’t him…then who was it…?’ the mental question made the eighteen year-old slow up his step. He didn’t know, and now was back to wondering if this entity that broke his mirrors and had already started some sort of game was friendly or not. After all, it wasn’t like it shattered the mirrors- just cracked them.

“I’m thinking about this too much,” the teen mumbled as a hand moved up to push up his bangs, sliding all of the way to the back of his head. Tonight was supposedly time for him to simply have fun and enjoy the work that took place the weeks before. So there was no reason why he shouldn't try doing just that. So the hoodie wearer shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way towards the side of the festival which he hadn't explored too much. Along his walk, no doubt he saw rather extravagant, along with creatively awkward costumes. Sure, it was a Halloween festival, but the actual holiday wasn't even here yet. So how could people bring themselves to dress up as boldly as they did? Some were half naked while others were completely covered, even their faces. He swore he walked passed someone dressed as the Smokey the Bear. “They're either extremely courageous or incredible stupid and was tricked into making a fool of themselves.”

Aaron was well aware that he wasn't the only one who decided not to come in a costume, yet there was no denying that he was apart of the minority. Whatever, he was already a number of hours into the first day o the festival anyways, no need to get embarrassed now. Instead, a rather bored look was fixed upon his face as he stuck his hands into the hoodie pouch, as he continued to aimlessly roam. It was what he had been doing for the majority of the night and when he would see something that caught his interest, he would head over to it. But there wasn't anything in particular that he was ever looking for as he walked. Footstep after footstep, the loner carried on, green eyes gazing up at the fireworks that eliminated the darkened sky in coordinated explosions. “Funny how something so destructive can easily be made into something beautiful.” he mused to himself as a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “The fireworks? Yeah, they are really pretty, aren't they?” a female voice asked, which Aaron absentmindedly nodded towards, glancing back to see who had been eavesdropping on him talking to himself. Standing off to the side of him was a girl with blackish-brown hair and blonde streaks. She looked younger than him, or just significantly shorter; maybe five feet or a tad taller. Her skin was fair, flawless even- like a doll. Why did she seem familiar to him? Before he could even ask if he knew her, the girl's innocent glint in her eyes turned to shock. Then, in a blink of an eye, she appeared drenched right before blood started pouring from her head like she was shot. “Oh my God,” he gasped, shrinking back as his hands came up in front of him, trying to distance himself from the girl. Yet strangely, after frankly glancing about to see if anyone else was reacting to this, by the time his gaze resettled to the spot where the girl had been...she was gone.

“What is wrong with me?” he whispered to himself grabbing at his head shutting his eyes tightly. These random people- these visions, the voices, it was becoming all too frequent for his liking. He wanted to pass it off as nothing and come up with some sort of logical reasoning for everything, but he just didn't have one. And even with his eyes closed, he didn't feel like he could fully escape it. There would be darkness, then the girl, and then a doll, all rapidly flashing. Opening his eyes, the writer was starting to get the feeling that maybe he shouldn't roam by himself any more. Perhaps being around another would give him something else to worry about, or at least let him find out if he was really crazy. “Maybe I shouldn't visit mom as often...” He couldn't blame this all on his mentally disturbed mother, but she was the only person that came to mind. 'No, what am I thinking? I'm not crazy. I'm just...tired-' he tried assuring himself. “Then again, someone could be trying to tell me something.” he mumbled, tightly folding his arms across his chest. As he was passing by some of the arcade games, a face stuck out to him. It kind of looked like the klutz from the mental hospital. An assistant of one of the caretakers. But there was something extremely different about her. Aaron was mainly looking at her face, yet looking at her as a whole, it appeared that there was something very different about the way she held herself. “Her sister?” Since he was already walking in her direction, he simply slowed up his step as he neared her asking, “Do you happen to have a sister who's challenged when it comes to hand-eye-coordination..named Robin?” There were meaner ways to describe the assistant that came to mind, however they simply weren't the first to leave his lips. Frankly, he didn't know how Robin even kept a job, and make a point to comment on that fact everytime he would see her at the institution during his visits. His eyes briefly trailed over the one dressed as Peter Pan, surveying the stuff animals that he had. That face looked vaguely familiar, then again, his head had been pretty screwed up today, so Aaron figured that it wasn't anything to dwell on.


((edited to exclude Kyle at the end*))

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Tɧє Wяιтєя

[Tryfon]

You're broken, so am I
I'm better off alone
No one to turn to and nothing to call my own
Outspoken, so am I
Explosive words that your world wouldn't understand
Turn away again

Kenneth: Undercover Cop

Kenneth Vector had followed Timmy everywhere. He had left to go grocery shopping. While he was there he bought them some vegetables, granola, yogurt. You know, healthy food. These kids. they wouldn't grow into strong people if they died due to malnutrition. He then just bought it. If they didn't like it then he'd make them stir fry and they would. Sooner or later they would eat a vegetable. Seriously, he was determined. He then drove off with Timmy.

They stopped at a few places. Vector was just the driver, really. He then got out as he lent against the car and he crosses his arms. You know. looking tough. He had an image to maintain. Plus, well, they weren't that quiet. Ken had great hearing. Really, he could hear cat alarms he was just that great. He heard them and from little bits and pieces he was able to determine one thing. Timmy was in huge trouble. Which made the cop worried. Because honestly, he liked the kid. He was a ... not the best of people but he wasn't the worst He was a good person who did a not so good job and it seemed something was missing. Money was an issue. Crap.

As he was waiting for one of the jobs to finish his phone vibrated. He went into his pocket as he read the message. Reading it. Ken smiles .Parkerson. He hadn't seen him in like forever. He then wondered about his own reply. Didn't want to seem weird. He text Parkerson back:

Nah, you've been busy
I'm good.
Been getting weird a** emails
Just 'I haven't forgotten' is all that's written
besides that, I'm good
got a new undercover job
Dealing with the deaths, ya know.
And you? How are ya?
- Ken

He pressed SEND. He put his phone back and Timmy said they were done, so they were done. He drove him to the house. At the house he put the vegetables and fruit away. As he did he heard the question. He then smiled as he took off his shirt and said "Nah. I have these awesome tattoos. so I guess I'll be lazy and be the tattooed man at circuses."

Thank god they weren't tattoos that came off with water. Nope. These babies were created so that they were there unless you cut into the skin to take them off. They came off. Like, after five showers. But he had to use hot water to take them off. Yeah. Pretty nice. Well Timmy said he had to do something and he'd meet Vector at the carnival. The cop shrugged as he said "Cool. See ya lot at the festival"

He then drove to the festival. As he drove and drove. He looked at the rear view mirror. At the stop light. Soon in the smallest letters it wrote, as if in blood, 'Think about it, think of me, and you've already lost the game...". Oh god this was just great. Just great. So along with being depressed he was going to go crazy. Great. Just another ******** reason for the cops shrink to judge him. He read it. He stopped as he took a picture of it. right when it was beginning to crack. He then sent the picture to Parkerson with a message:

Um, dude
Things are getting weird
this just appeared while I was driving to the festival
just wanted to show ya
- Vector

As he drove and drove he soon made it to the festival. Staring at it. Think about it? What? Game. Oh fantastic. Just another Waldo. Goddamn great. He was not happy about this. He hated that cruise. And now there was another one. Another. Gah! This was just one of those days. He parked the car at the festival as he then put his phone into his pocket. Not happy about this message. He didn't want to deal with another Waldo. What if Timmy's boss was another Waldo. The cops would have to work way harder than just point a gun if it was. This was just not a good thing. Too many questions. He hated being confused.

He then sighed as he got out the car. He wondered where Jamie was. He wondered if she was still at the house or was at the festival yet. He text her:

To Jamie
From Ken
You at the festival yet?
What costume do you have?

He pressed SEND. He then went and found the cotton candy stand and he took one as he began to nibble at it. He loved sugar. spun sugar. Heaven. He then ate it as he wondered what he should do. He should find someone he knew. No. He would wait to see what the hell was going on. What to do? What to do? He'd figure it out. Good cotton candy though. delicious.

You're beaten, so am I
I've got a heart of stone
No medication can draw what has taken hold
You're hurting, so am I
When I awaken, remember why I've been running from your

[xAscoldrainfalls]

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

Reconnecting with his best friend was amazing. He liked Trent better than Maddie anyways. He as just more interesting and a fun person to be around where as she was clingy and you just kinda wanted to push her off to t he side for a bit and then maybe come back to her later. MAYBE. Trent updated the brunette on what was going around in school and some other things that were somewhat vital to him, but Theo was just more than ready to get out of that damn hospital. Some of them had told Theo that it was a miracle at how fast his body healed and whatnot, but he didn’t care. He was fine now and that’s all he cared about. When it was time for them all to go off on their own ways, it seemed as though Theo’s was with Maddie… great. Going back to his dorm didn’t happen without some kind of fight. When he slipped the ‘i just got out of a coma’ excuse, he didn’t think that it would really work as well as it did, so he kept that thought in the back of his mind for whenever he wanted something that Maddie was against. Theo didn’t care that he hadn’t been to Maddie’s place in a while. He knew where he wanted to go and it seemed that he got his way. Which was good. When they got there, he got out of the vehicle and was on his way to his dorm whether Maddie was following or not.

If she didn’t follow, it was on her… plus, she already knew the way to his dorm. So why worry? No sooner that he stepped away from the car, it seemed as though she was right there at his side. Not that he would acknowledge it or even really care. If she went back to her place then cool, if she decided to stick around, he’d make her be somewhat useful. He just really wanted a shower at this point… and if a lay came with it, that was cool too. He was able to convince Maddie to ‘bathe’ with him and when all that was over and he was clean he left the shower. The message he saw in the mirror though, well it kinda freaked him out to be honest. That’s why he asked Maddie if she had written it. Why she would have written it he would never know, he didn’t really care to know. When she said that she didn’t write the note though, then that was a little bit creepier. It was just the two of them in the room and neither one of them had written the message… so how the ******** did it get there? Then with the mirror cracking, that was just another freaky coincidence. He wasn’t going to speak of this ever again. No thanks. He went back into the dorm after the whole thing and then that’s when Maddie had told him about the festival. Yeah, he knew about the festival, but he didn’t know it was already here.

Whatever. He was still going to go no matter what. It was when she told him that she got him a costume that he had to draw the line and say something. He was NOT going to be wearing a costume. That just wasn’t what he wanted to do… plus, if Maddie picked it out, it was probably something stupid that he would never want to wear in his life. Sure, Theo was an a*****e, but that’s just how he was. Apparently Maddie was used to it seeing as she was putting up with it still. She didn’t seem to put up much of a fight about wearing the costume, so he couldn’t complain as much. Why she would get him a costume was beyond him. Sure, SHE still dressed up, but he didn’t dress up anymore. Hell! He didn’t even dress up while they were in high school. He just wanted candy. Candy he’d be willing to go out and buy. Of course the girls in skimpy costumes were a nice trade as well. That was one thing he absolutely LOVED about Halloween. The girls could bare all and it would be perfectly okay and he was always able to look. On occasion he would touch, but if not, he’d always be able to look at the hot chicks that were barely wearing anything. Sure enough, Maddie would be doing the same thing. He didn’t know what she was going to be, but he knew that he’d get a nice view of something.

When she was ready, she definitely was a sight to see, in the good sense. When they got into the car, it was already dark outside and the festival was going on. Sure, Theo knew that they were late, but the time to meet up and hang out with his best friend drew closer and closer. Thank. God. On the car ride, Theo wasn’t paying any attention really. You could ask him just about anything and he more or less would just give a simple ‘mhm’. When Maddie spoke to him, typically he didn’t listen. He just more or less was in his own little world. Why was Theo such an a*****e to his girlfriend? Well, he just didn’t really care anymore. He could do without having a girlfriend to be completely honest. He just didn’t care to take the initiative to end the relationship that he was currently in. Why would he? He had a hot girl who could possibly be a booty call whenever he needed one, so why not? Well he couldn’t really ever tell anyone WHEN he lost interest in Maddie. At one point of their relationship, he really did genuinely like her, but as the time went on, it just seemed like one big burden. Sure he’d deal with it, but in his own way. The super lazy ‘I.D.G.A.F.’ attitude seemed to work best for him. With that, he didn’t even have to really say anything and things seemed okay… well she made them seem like things were okay and that he could deal with. Sure, things just more or less turned into a booty call for him. When Maddie would talk about marriage or whatever, he would just tune her out and not make any comments. He’d be damned if he would be getting married. Eff. That.

When the car stopped moving, Theo was in his own world. He was jerked out of that thought when he looked around and saw that they were parked. He looked to the blond next to him and she was doing something then hopped out of the car. Theo debated on whether or not to bring the pack of cigarettes, but decided against them. He didn’t need them THAT bad… just when Maddie was talking… Wait. He might need them then. He grabbed them up and then put them in his pocket. He really had no intention of smoking any of them, but just in case. He got out of the car and then walked around the car and in what seemed like no time flat, Maddie was clinging to his arm. Fantastic. He put his hands in his pockets and then when she said that she would go where ever he wanted to go first, he thought about it. He had no real desire to be here except to be in public and social ”I just wanna find Trent and then see what happens after that” He told her. It was the truth though. The both of them walked into the festival and then Theo had to remember where Trent was going to be. He wasn’t the best person at remembering things. There seemed to be a lot of people here so this might be a little bit more difficult than he thought. Especially if Trent was all done up for the festival, it might add on. Theo pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time and to his surprise, he had a text message. He hadn't responded to anyone's messages from the past ten days or so, he hadn't told anyone that he was awake, so it surprised him that anyone would even attempt to get ahold of him. He read the message over and then just grinned. Quickly hitting the reply button, he went about responding to the text message

Hey baby girl. Of course I remember you.
How could I forget your pretty face? (;
Lol im never too weak to party it up. I'm
at the festival now. Maybe we could meet
up some point in time of tonight?

The party-animal sent the text message off and then shoved the phone back in his pocket. If Maddie asked who it was, he already knew what he was going to say. When the two were going around the festival, Theo wasn’t listening to Maddie, of course, but she was talking about nonsense, so he felt as though that he didn’t feel a need to listen. He wondered if she was going to meet up with any of her friends while she was here, simply because then she could go off with her friends and she could leave him alone. As the two were walking through the festival, Theo’s mind stopped working for all of two seconds and then he looked to her, she was still clinging to his arm and then he thought about asking her if she was going to meet up with her friends or not ”Hey, are you meeting up with any of your friends while you were here? I don’t want you to feel like a third wheel or that I’m ignoring you when we find Trent.” He said to her. Sure, it may not have been the truth, but maybe it would make her go away quicker? He didn’t know. It was worth a shot. While he was waiting for an answer, from the blond clinging to him, he was still looking around for Trent. They were walking passed the haunted house and then he saw a male that looked an awful lot like Trent. Theo whistled loudly and then yelled ”Trent!” Trying to get the male’s attention. It didn’t take nearly as long as he thought it would to find the male, but it definitely wasn’t without trying.

[Michirugurl]

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

The Gambler

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Nathanael was at the table flirting with girls who passed by now and then, which some had stayed for a bit but it was only until Nathanael got bored and decided to change things around so they could leave. He stood there waiting for Hayden he didn't even think it would take this long. Maybe she was further away from the food court than he had originally imagined. She was here with her friends and maybe leaving them took sometime. He did receive her message and so he didn't mind waiting a bit more. After a while Nathanael decided he would get mad over it and ordered a martini which was surprisingly light compared what he usually ordered but he didn't want to be 'influenced' when the night was still young. He took a sip from his glass and looked up towards they sky. He couldn't believe how it was already becoming foggy and cloudy after a few hours. Well they did announce a storm earlier today but he didn't pay attention to the forecast because sometimes they announce one thing and another things happens. But it looks like tonight the forecast seems to be correct and that storm will probably start soon. When, no one knows but for the meanwhile Nathanael plans to have as much fun as he could possibly have. Nathanael then put the glass down and looked around to see if Hayden was nearby. But all he saw was millions of different faces in masks and in costumes walking around laughing and enjoying themselves. They all seem to be headed towards the haunted house, something Nathanael thought was pointless because he never found those types of things scary at all but just stupid. But tonight Nathanael might just make an exception and give it a try.

After a few more minutes Nathanael finally spotted Hayden coming right towards him, she looked very beautiful in her gypsy costume. It complemented her figure, and brought out her beauty in a very feminine yet, conservative way. She was beautiful and caught Nathanael's attention but he would never admit that to Hayden. He would never tell her how beautiful she looked tonight, why should he? she hates him and he knew it and probably a comment from him would mean nothing to her. She would probably just think that he was playing around with her and her emotions. So Nathanael prefers leaving her alone and just being a jerk to her like he has always been, its too late to change and why change now? As she came near Nathanael noticed her face a little. "Could she be annoyed?" he wondered as got up from the table to receive her. "Hayden, there you are." he told her with his charming smile. Nathanael waited for Hayden to reach her seat. "Were you with your friends? I'm sorry I interrupted you but I needed to talk to you, besides I'm in a really good mood so order anything you want tonight!" he told her as he watched her to see if she believed him. He picked up his glass again and took another sip from his drink before placing it back down on the table. He smiled as he signal for a waitress to come on over. “Yes sir?” asked a very pretty waitress who stood there staring at him. “May I have two menus? One for the lovely lady there and one for me please.” “Yes sir right away.” she told him as she walked away a little discouraged thinking Hayden was his a girlfriend and went away to get the menus, some napkins spoons and forks, and he places them all on the table. Then she went away to let them decide what they wanted.

Nathanael put the menu in front of him to see what he wanted but he couldn’t help look at Hayden now and then. “I’m not sure what im in the mood for.” he told her as he looked at the menu. “I just ant something filling but not too much of it, because I don’t really want to eat so much.” Nathanael then put his wrist in front of him to look at the time. It was already getting a little late. “My how time flies and its past my usual meal time, its late. Maybe I’ll order a Shrimp and broccoli Alfredo that sounds delicious.” he said as he placed the menu down. After a few minutes the waitress came back. “Are you ready to place your order?” she asked she winked at Nathanael . “Yes were ready, So let the lady go first.” he told her with a bright smile. The waitress rolled her eyes and turned over to her right and looked at Hayden. “What do you wish to have?” she asked rudely “And do you want any drinks to go with it?” she asked as she listened to Hayden’s order and jot it down after she was done the waitress turned around to her left again and stood there watching Nathanael with glowing eyes. “and you sir?” she asked in a flirty voice. "I would like a shrimp and broccoli Alfredo and another martini please.” he told the waitress giving her the empty glass. The waitress wrote the order down took the glass , the menus and smiled “very well then. I shall be back in a few minutes.” After the waitress left Nathanael looked at Hayden. “How has the night been for you so far?” he asked her intrigued of her day. “My was relatively surprising, especially the turn of events.” he told her with a smirk appearing on his face. “To be honest I didn’t want to be here, I’m not fond of places like this. They disturb and bother me, besides of heave other important business matter to attend to. Why waste my time here?” he told her as he continued. “but it doesn’t matter now, I’m here and its best to enjoy the night. Actually I was thinking, after this would you like to go the Haunted house with me? At least It’s something to do before this storm kicks in.” he told her as he looked up towards the clouds.

After about thirty minutes the waiter came back with both their plates of food. It smelled very delicious to Nathanael especially what Hayden ordered. “Well first things first, How’s my schedule? For this week? I might need to add another meeting." He told her as he rolled his eyes. “and Mr. Cave today might be a little less respected starting tonight.” he told her with a smile. “Let’s just say my publicity is going to be much better than his after today, but anyways getting off that subject. I met a few new companies and im hoping to make some new partnerships. I’ll probably ask you to look them up sometime this week.” After he finished Nathanael picked up his fork and began digging into his delicious plate of food. After he took a bite he looked at Hayden again. “Well anyways well figure out what we can do about the meetings and scheduling sometime to meet with other companies this week. I need to try an manage all this so that I can get to where I want to be by the end of this month.”As strict as Nathanael was he only did it because he had certain goals from himself to obtain. He does have a few goals he wants to accomplish before other companies begin to rise. Afterwords he took his glass and took a sip of his martini before placing it back on the table. He knew it was a little uncomfortable for both of them since they never actually went out together to have a discussion at lunch. Not even out in public, and this was their first time so it felt pretty awkward to the two of them and they knew it. Nathanael wasn’t even sure what to say. He is so used to girls doing all the talking, and he just sitting there flirting with them having a pleasant conversation. Most of the times when he had dinner or lunch it was usually with a date or with a business partner to talk about business proposal and partnerships.

It all did feel strange to Nathanael and at the same time he did feel like he was on a date with Hayden as weird and crazy as that sounds. This was a very hard task for Nathanael to stay quiet and not flirt or say things that might make Hayden mad, but it was becoming quite hard. He did have a couple of drinks and his more flirty side was beginning to kick in. But Nathanael wanted to be in control, he didn’t want to ruin the moment or the business-like atmosphere that they have. Then all of a sudden his phone began to ring, which made Nathanael really glad. “Excuse me Hayden while I receive this call.” Slowly Nathanael rose from his seat and headed towards the bathroom area. “Hello?” then after he said that the phone clicked and he heard the dial tone. He couldn’t believe they hung up on him. The worse part was he didn’t know who it was because the number was restricted. “How strange…” he thought to himself. “who would be calling me?”Then Nathanael came back and sat right in front of Hayden. “Sorry.” he told her as he placed his phone in his pocket. He couldn’t help but look a little worried wondering who it could’ve been trying to contact him.“Sorry, I just got a strange call I don’t even know who it was. Oh well it probably wasn’t that important if the person hung up on me and they did have the guts to talk to me.” he told her as he picked his fork back up and continued eating. This night was beginning to feel weird to him. As if someone was watching him, but who could it be? that's what he wanted to know. After they finished eating he paid the bill and headed out of the cafeteria to go to the haunted house. Hopefully Hayden would follow along if she chose to. Aside from that he would just let he be, just for tonight.


::Edited: sad (Out Of Cookies!: im not sure if sounded better. I edited a little here and there, took the time out and changed the last line maybe? tell what u guys thinks. Thnx))

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

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[midgetminion]

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

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

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

The fact that the spiky haired brunette had jumped so easily. After all, all he had done was sneak up behind him and say something. He would do that to someone even if it wasn’t around Halloween. So maybe the rest who were on the inside of the Haunted house were doing a really good job, people were walking on pins and needles even after they left the house. ‘Wonder what he would’ve done if I actually grabbed him?’ ran through his thoughts while a short, amused laugh slipped out of his mouth. Was it bad that he was getting a kick out of this? But hey, it wasn’t anything to be taken personal. He was just having some fun- that was what this festival was all about. So if you couldn’t loosen up, then you were in the wrong place. Trent even tried to be nice about it by addressing the other by his name. Although…seconds after he said it, the camera guy was slowly correcting him. “OHH, I knew that, I knew that,” he assured waving his mistake off with one hand. “Yeah, Chris was that other guy- the one with the glasses,” he mumbled to himself as he realized how he mixed the two up. Oh well, it wasn’t as if TC felt bad or anything. Since if the other would be more outspoken to people, then maybe his name would actually be remembered next time.

As the other started to speak again, Trent pulled out his cell to make sure he didn’t miss any important text messages, yet switched his blue eyes to look at the other again when he started nervously stuttering a question to him. Yes, he was listening to what he was saying, but it was merely in the background of his own thoughts. Mainly because he couldn’t get over how pansy sounding Craig was coming off as. He couldn’t ever recall any memorable conversations he had with the other before, so he didn’t know if he was still utterly freaked out due to being scared, or just hugely intimidated by him. Then again, registering the question the other asked, he realized he was being made out to be some sort of Halloween sadistic. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t fully painting that picture, but still. “Yeah, it’s for school, but you can’t act like you’ve never played a prank on anyone.- it’s all out of fun,” he shrugged his shoulders as his brows were knitted, thinking about his answer. “I mean, only an emotional idiot would make any of this out to be personal.” A chuckle was sounded half way through his sentence as he couldn’t help but wonder who actually would think that the people running the Haunted were out to get them. “That, or paranoid,” he scoffed.

The subject was soon changed after that, heading more into the mechanics of the house. Trenton was tempted to stop the other early on to say that maybe someone else should answer the question for him. After all, Trent might have helped put things together for the house, but he didn’t know exactly what technical work went into building some of the effects. Yet, when the question was finished , the male felt his blue eyes widen in disbelief and shock. A short shake of his head was issued to try and ‘knock off’ his surprise, however he couldn’t find his voice until two seconds later. Had the mirror thing happened at the festival? Trent thought that it had just been him who’s mirrors cracked and saw a mysterious message, but perhaps he wasn’t the only one. There was only one way to be sure. “Actually…“ he began, crossing his arms as he paced a step, trying to recall how it went. Right when it came to mind, th other jumped again, however, the fact that a little tune had played made him figure that Craig was just getting a text message or something. And even though he wanted to see if the two mirror occurrences were similar, he reluctantly nodded towards the other, with a sigh. ‘So what does it mean if I’m not the only one who saw that?’ The student didn’t know, but looked out into the crowd once more to see if he could spot his friend.

He didn’t see the tattooed one, but there were these two people who looked oddly familiar. A red head and a Sherlock Holmes. His eyes mainly were looking over the red head. No doubt she looked older than him, but she had quite the figure. Taking in her costume helped his mind not race as much about the bizarre window treatment. Although, when Craig moved back over to him, the memory started to come back. Lips parted for him to speak, though the brunette had beat him too it. Not wanting to lose his train of thought, Trent immediately started talking as soon as the last word left Craig’s mouth. “Yeah, yeah, he’s fine. Awake and everything- but about that mirror thing.” After a quick glance off to the side, he placed an arm around The cameraman’s shoulder, standing at his side as he said in a low tone, only for the other to hear, “Was what you saw something along the lines of- think of it, think of me, and you already lost the game?” He wanted to know if someone was just pulling an extra prank, or if something was seriously going on around here. After all, Trent knew for a fact that he had been alone in his dorm when the message showed up.

The blonde had been wanting an answer, however a whistle and his name called out grasped his attention. Looking away from the side of Craig’s face, he caught sight of his buddy. It didn’t surprise him in the slightest that he wasn’t wearing a costume. However, he didn’t wonder if he should let him in on the conversation he was having with the other. He gave an inverted nod to the party-animal as he neared, however also slid his own hand down from Craig’s shoulder, dropping it all together once his hand slid passed the other’s elbow. He came to the conclusion that he’d definitely want to know what the other thought about the whole situation. That’s why he didn’t think twice about showing his own cell into the other’s hand saying a quick, “Stick your number in.” It wasn’t like he thought the other would do anymore than that. Just like how he wasn’t one of those people with an embarrassing background picture on his phone. His background was simply a friendly shot of him and Theo at a party, both looking buzzed. Anyways, instead of giving Craig the option to not put in his number, Trent took a step forward and he grinned, “Hey dude. About time you showed up,” His eyes then switched over towards Maddie, brows raising at her outfit. “A sexy fox? Niiiiiice choice,” he complimented tilting his head a bit as he looked over the costume…of lack there of. Lightly biting his bottom lip, his gaze trailed back towards his friend as if mentally asking why he didn’t like his girlfriend again. ’Oh yeah, ‘cause she’s an airhead,’ he remembered. “I guess your timing’s not too bad, since I just got off shift,” he said, thumbing over towards the front of the Haunted House were a different greeter stood. “So you wanna go ride something?” he quizzed.

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

[mokiepuppymaster]

7H3 7iiMiiD, Miss Donaatello
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The list, surely was formed. And he would deal with them each accordingly. No, this would be done in steps. First...the gathering, the interrogation and finally his favorite of all...oh he was excited. He was done sleeping away. No, now he had a new note for the gamer. A knew portion of ensuring his own survival was more than guarenteed. He trusted Kyle...he trusted his puppet, ever since he had carved the word 'puppet' into his shoulder the year before. He would take whatever list the male gave him to heart. After all, it was Kyle who could read the stress levels of victims, perhaps the people he presented for him had reasons why suicide was their escape. He would definitely be looking forward to the big show that was bound to happen later tonight. How many people did he have to kill to get his point across. At that moment a text message, from a mysterious number that even when you'd try to reply would cause everything to malfunction, was soon sent to the two detectives:

The Superstitious and The Playful

Position your pawns.
The game has just begun.
Digital and mirrored my appointment is set.
Oh, and don't forget to make a wish.
You may be needing it tonight.
Detectives.


In the haunted house, a hand was soon pressed against one of the mirrors, and then another before disappearing. All that was left were bloody handprints, and the faint image of a grin. Chains jingled slightly before a cold feeling slipped within the haunted house. It was increasingly cold, as the eerie feeling that you were being watched by something else was present.

And yet at that moment, not even by the haunted house, cold feeling soon overtook The Timid, as though she were freezing. Her breath was more than visible as goosebumps slipped upon her skin. Her vision doubled, then eventually blurred, more and more until she couldn't see anything at all. She couldn't feel anything. She couldn't speak. It was almost as though she were in a trance, a zombie like trance; deaf to the world. She couldn't even react to the concerned expression that The Drama-Queen held and instead turned from the girl and started looking around. Slowly her fingers moved until the clinched into a fist. The other hand moved up so it could be viewed and examined. Her expression was darker, her brows were narrowed in annoyance. Though soon her hand dropped to herself. "It can't be helped," she voiced cooly, far from her standard tone, soon followed by a chuckle. However there was still the little matter at hand, the other girl. Simply Kaye glanced over her shoulder towards the other female and voiced, faking a timid voice. "Would you like to go to the haunted house with me? Pretty please with a fu--- I mean, please?" This was definitely annoying, especially since Orion could feel those chains still upon him. He could feel them wanting to tug him back. But he'd rather not have to go a way for a while, well until he started piecing his revenge more together.

Kaelin suddenly tugged out her phone and sent a text to the Abused:


Hey. Meet us at the haunted house.


Once it was sent, she grabbed onto the hand of the Drama-Queen and started tugging her towards the direction of the haunted house. An eager smile was placed upon her expression. "It'll be fun," she assured the female, though this time not timid at all. Instead she was pretty much demanding that the other girl come with her. That's what Orion wanted, however he soon felt his heart literally stop when he caught sight of someone one by the entrance of the haunted house. Parkerson. A sense of hatred was definitely present, however he the killer shook the feeling off, and looked once more towards the female smirking only towards her dislike of the situation. Of course leave it to Britanya not to want to be pulled around. They moved past Piran and Izzy, not stopping until they were to the haunted house. Ignoring anyone else they happened to come across, and went within the building. On the way in, Kaye made sure to take one of the flyers for the haunted house on the way in. Even with the various displays of horror that were presented, Kaye found herself not exactly flinching. Okay, she didn't flinch at all, and instead was focused on finding the mirrors.

Finally one was found, and Kaelin stood there in front of it, looking at the reflection that was before her. A man wearing a mask with a chainsaw jumped out in hopes of startling the two, but Kaelin didn't flinch and just stared at the reflection. "Why do I keep picking women?" he question in disgust. He'd prefer to finally possess a guy for once. But that didn't matter, instead Kaelin suddenly took both of her hands and grabbed onto the mirror from both sides and started yanking towards it despite the protests from the man with the chainsaw, it wasn't long until it came crashing down on the ground. C R A S H , and what a loud one it had been. Some may had ruled it out as a part of the act, while others were probably nervous by the sound of the large glass mirror shattering when it made contact with the ground. Luckily Kaye moved to the side, though bits of glass did spray out from the sides as well as big shards. Carefully she stooped down and picked one up, a good sharp one.

[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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The playful detective couldn’t help but laugh to himself as the girl played along—not that he was playing with her… in a bad way, but she was helping to keep this whole thing so light! This was a festival and Piran honestly hoped that things wouldn’t go serious, and if it did, that the people who had nothing to do with it wouldn’t be brought to the bystanders or the innocent passerbyers. That would be so horrible! Piran was very grateful for her understanding. It wasn’t everybody that could just take you running off in the middle of things. Especially people who were on dates. They took it rather hard when suddenly the other would be ‘called to duty’. No matter how important it was. Piran was always surprised by people like doctors who were always on call, yet still had very deep and meaningful relationships with people. They understood being on call and somehow, it was really, really cool when people understood things like that. And though he felt appreciative, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of job she had. It was the detective way to read into everything. There may have been a billion and one ways to say something, but it was the reason why you picked the phrase you did that interested Piran. And she used an itch.

If nothing else, Piran just hoped such a young, beautiful, and obviously intelligent woman wouldn’t be caught up in something illegal. He’d heard terms like ‘itch’ used for so many things in the underworld which included drugs. A fix was the same thing—there were just so many terms people used and some were more obvious than others. He sometimes thought it was that ‘dangerous’ factor that the criminals all wanted. They wanted to stand in front of the cops, make it obvious what they’re doing while at the same they aren’t giving the cops anything real to use against them for an arrest or a warrant. All the big time bad guys do it! The Joker did it in the movies and Waldo even did it a year and a half ago on the cruise ship. It was a very… human thing to do.

The detective couldn’t have been more pleased to hear that Izzy hadn’t gone to the haunted house as of yet. Things like that were always more fun the first time through—well.. that’s not always true. Piran personally liked to go through rides or attractions more than once simply to see if he could spot anything he over looked the first time around—or to see if anything changed, but only meaning this in the sense of it was a live-acting, non-pre-recorded thing. Every performance was different. He believed so, and he believed that even when it came to criminals. There was always that pattern, but little things typically change each time. The transvestite for the night lightly shook the thoughts from his head and was about to express just how pleased he was to hear she hadn’t gone yet—so that they could go see it together, but something kept her from even reaching the period of her own sentence. A phone was soon produced in her hands after a muttering string of curses and a pointed finger that Piran easily understood as ‘one moment please’ which he simply nodded quietly to.

The fact that she was now on the phone made Piran feel as though he needed to offer her privacy. So the way he showed that is he let his attention drop from being just on her while instead, his emerald hues started to look around the surrounding area at the numerous costumes and people that were around—but mostly the costumes! It wasn’t often that everyone dresses up. One time a year—three this year since.. there… is three days to the festival, but then the fact that he was looking around didn’t mean that Piran stopped listening to Izzy and the phone caller that she now had. He just couldn’t do that with his chosen profession and his curiosity. His eyes widened as he looked out when he could have sworn he saw—well… it was silly. He wasn’t like that…. ’I must be getting a little crazy—Jimmy would never dress up. Even if it was Sherlock Holmes.’ Piran thought to himself. His eyes flickered and the figure had been gone. So it wasn’t crazy for the twenty-one year old to think he was just seeing phantoms. Jimmy had disappeared more than a year ago, why would he suddenly show up at a Halloween festival in costume no less? ’Just doesn’t sound like typical Jimmy..’ He figured. Not to mention, there was the distance between them, so he couldn’t even be sure the features he saw were Jimmy’s features.

Piran’s body almost went a bit more rigid when he heard the voice that got louder and louder to the point of recognition. Then there were the following words the brunette offered which surprised him since not ten minutes ago she said she might run off for clients, but here she was now saying that she would take no more. What kind of job did she have where she could choose when she worked? Obviously it wasn’t a traditional sort of occupation. The ravenette actually turned to look at the woman with furrowed brows and curious eyes as she finished on the phone. Paints? ”So you’re a painter?” He asked, after she had finished her phone call. ”Would it be right for me to assume you run an independent business?” Piran asked, ”That’s so cool!” He added before even getting an answer. He knew something sounded off. He really wasn’t as stupid as people gave him credit for, but he wasn’t about to just call her out on it. ”So then, because what you said earlier, is there like, a special client that you’re waiting for or will only leave for?” Piran asked casually and interestedly. He honestly just wanted to know about her job. Independent places always fascinated him because they were small and intimate and not always the most popular thing around here. They weren’t the easiest thing to keep afloat—and what made it more impressive was she had her own business AND was doing college at the same time. That was very amazing. Or at least Pai thought it was.

He heard the loud song of his phone in the bag around his shoulder and he assumed that it would be his good ol’ partner finally showed up to the festivities! Considering it was still so early~ Or what Pai thought was early, he left it alone for the moment to listen more to what Izzy said because if it was Graham, then he might have to run off—if even just briefly to grab the man. ”Actually,” He started off, once more surprised by her choice of words, ”It’s not so much having to deal with it. I love my job and this kind of case is exactly what I love about my job.” Well, that, and the whole helping of people. He probably should have stated that more clearly at risk of sounding strange. ”Being able to help people is what makes the job so encouraging.” He added rather thoughtfully as he picked his words carefully in his head and meant them full heartedly.

He watched the woman play with her mask for a moment and simply gave a smile and a small chuckle. He slung his bag around before he flipped it open and reached his hand in to produce the small, electronic device to produce his received text, but he was surprised when he actually started to read it. The smile started to slowly fade off his face and he could feel his heart start to speed up. There was this air of familiarity. You know that taunting thing that was explained earlier? The human-like thing? Well, this was it… didn’t seem that human-like, did it? ”Uhh.. I might have to go really soon.” Piran was able to say without a whole bunch of tension or panic in his voice. Something he was very good at.

The black haired detective closed the message and opened a new one to his superstitious partner.

You need to get here fast.
Someone’s about to attack.
I just got a message and it
sounds promising.
xxPai

He sent it, then thought that ‘promising’ probably wasn’t the best of words since it made it sound like he was excited—oh, and he was. He really was, but it made it sound all too cruel that he enjoyed games between criminals and him. Sometimes enough to forget about how dangerous they really are, but Pai was sure that his preoccupation with cases like that hasn’t exactly been found out by his partner… as of yet and didn’t want tonight to be the night that his kind of… obsession got out. But... if he was willing to lie to the chief and check this out behind his back... then.. that couldn't be so far off, right?

◇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]

»» 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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Here Promise was, pretending to be nice to this girl and yet it seemed as though she weren't paying attention. Practically spacing out even. How could you zone out at the mention of boys? From what Promise understood, Kaelin wasn't too social with boys. Just looking at her, she figured she never had a single boyfriend before. And here she was pretending to be nice, and she figured that at least Kaelin could do was react. Instead she stared into space like a soulless doll. A creepy analogy, maybe, but it seemed to fit with the Halloween theme and the way she was acting. Lightly she snapped her fingers in the female's face hoping that she would do something. Instead the girl started trembling and swayed a bit as though she were going to faint. Of course Promise looked concerned. Not because she actually cared anything for the girl, but because she couldn't have someone she was standing near, falling out. "Kaelin," Promise spoke up, "Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should...sit down." It seemed appropriate. Oh now she was wondering why Kaelin's friend wasn't here anymore. Then she'd be the one dealing with this. Not her. Maybe that was it? She didn't know what to do, and knew that people would expect her to. She was older than Kaelin technically.

And then suddenly the girl turned away from her, which was confusing and yet offending at the same time. Here she was, showing sympathy, and what did get in return? Well, she was ignored. Promise rolled her eyes, tempted to make mention of how they probably shouldn't be friends anymore. Promise turned away from her, her arms crossed over her chest; her eyes closed tightly as her brows narrowed in thought. Maybe this was a way of Kaelin being shy? After all, Promise did technically need her as an ally if she was wanting to be on Mr. Donatello's good side. She needed Kaelin to talk about her, of course positively. So she sighed and decided not to hold it against the girl. "Hey, maybe we should play a few of the games? Who knows, maybe you'll run into someone you know and they can win you a bear or something?" Promise suggested, however instead of hearing a timid responce, or anything protaining to the subject, she heard Kaelin reply, "It can't be helped." Yeah, Promise was confused. Her brows furrowed up greatly, and she was just about to ask once more if Kaelin was feeling all right, since she was seeming far from normal. Though when the girl glanced back towards her and asked timidly if they could go to the haunted house, Promise found herself feeling that perhaps Kaelin was coming back to her senses, though that other part was added.

It almost sounded as though she were about to say '********'. Kaelin just didn't strike Promise as the type to cuss, however she shook the feeling off and instead answered, "Don't you think that might be a bit too scary for you?" However her question wasn't answered, instead she was grabbed by her hand and started being tugged off towards the haunted house. The Drama-Queen of course tried tugging her hand back, not liking the feeling of being dragged in heels. Her patience was ultimately running thin. "Okay, Linny," she began, with her annoyance clearly there, "I really don't think this is a way to treat someone---" But before she could finish, she felt herself yanked rather hard, beyond her control towards the haunted house. Of course she didn't want to cause a scene, so she started walking along. The more you struggle, the more embarrassing it was. It was then, however when she noticed Charlotte, talking to a guy who Brittanya Young felt was actually attractive. Deep down inside she burned with jealousy, though the fact that they passed inside of the haunted house, brought her to snap back towards the reality that she was being placed in. She...didn't really like Haunted Houses. Promise found them, unnecessary. No matter how many times she told herself that they were 'fake', she couldn't come to terms with it.

She wouldn't show her weakness in front of Kaelin though. So instead she voiced, "Are you happy now?" There was nervousness present, but only because Promise knew that in these sort of things, people were bound to jump out of no where, all in the name of scaring you witless. In the haunted house, there were strange looking statues. She noticed coffins, and someone who seemed to be climbing out ot it. She heard the sound of someone wailing, begging for help, all in the name of luring you towards them so they could 'attack' you. The only reason she liked Halloween, was because it was an excuse to wear a costume, and she honestly felt fabulous. But when you're freaked out of your mind, then well, you don't exactly think about how good you look. Brittanya felt herself actually freak out, and honestly just wanted to leave, but she had to keep following Kaelin who was pressing on further and further, until finally she stopped at some mirrors. "There has to be a way out; a faster way," she mumbled to herself as she glanced down into the darkness. And to think that people would be coming back every day just to see the surprises on the following floors.

And just when she thought that everything had calmed down, some guy with a chainsaw jumped out, which of course brought Promise to scream. Did the guy ever physically touch her? No, but it scared her nonetheless. It was embarrassing. After all, she was the type of person who didn't like to be known as being afraid of anything. Nothing was supposed to scare her! And combined with the sound of her scream, the sound effects of the chainsaw prop; the crash of one of the mirrors then added on as it came crashing down onto the ground. "Oh my god, KAELIN!" She exclaimed, before grabbing onto the sides of her own head, ready to bolt out of the building. The guy with the chainsaw even broke character and was reacting more towards the broken glass and the fact that the giant mirror almost came crashing down on the blonde. Thank god, it missed her. And what was Kaelin doing now? Well, Promise wasn't sure if she should be surprised or not that the other was reacting so coolly to the situation. "Maybe you should call Hayden," she voiced. "after we get out of--- Kaelin please don't pick that up." She practically wanted to pull the other girl back when she saw her going for the glass, though in the end just threw up both of her hands. "I'm done, if you want to deal with all of this, and act this way, be my guest, but when you decide to act like a decent person, call me." She gave a flick of her wrist sort of wave and turned around to go back the way she came.

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

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



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

[darkangel4e]

✄ ---- ▇▇▇▇ ▇ Marlena Emmeline Schmidt
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx「 The Mute Thief 」

She looked around the festival grounds with calculating eyes. She was making sure that nothing got passed her in her search. So far she hadn’t seen anymore people that would be worth even stealing from. It seemed like the rich was staying home to make sure that thieves like her didn’t sneak in and try to steal their valuables. She couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on her face as the image of people hiding their valuables in their basement and hiding down their with them came into her mind. Sometimes it was funny, the things that she was able to come up with her mind as of late. That was probably the reason why she was so good at what she did. She had been stealing from people for so long that it was almost like her second family. She could’ve just gotten a job, but none that seemed to pay enough would hire her. So, she had went with the next best thing, stealing. That was the only way she seemed to be able to get enough money so that she could get him out of jail and maybe have a little bit left over from when this whole mess was done.

She was thinking about stopping her thievery once she got him out of jail. There wouldn’t be any point anymore in stealing. Besides, it was starting to become a big part of her life and she didn’t want that to happen. She didn’t want her children growing up, thinking that their mother had once been a thief just to bail out a man that didn’t love her. Also, she didn’t want her children to think that stealing from others was alright and that they could do it whenever they wanted. No child of hers was going to be put into jail for whatever crimes they did, she would make sure of it. She wasn’t about do stat stealing all over again because her children enjoyed getting themselves into trouble. She was going to start teaching them that stealing was bad once they actually understood what people were even talking about. They were going to be smarter than anyone else’s child because they would know why stealing was a very bad thing to do and wasn't good at all.

She hadn’t noticed that someone was talking to her until she was out of her daydream. She hadn’t even heard her dog barking until then. Turning around she smiled at Michelle. She looked at the women dumbfounded when she asked her what she was. Wasn’t it obvious that these weren’t the cloths she would normally be seen wearing in public. Not wanting to be mean she just smiled at shook her head. Michelle wasn’t the only one who thought that she wasn’t dressing up for the festival when she actually was. If you really knew her you would most definitely know that she usually wouldn’t be seen wearing anything like these. Of course her parents had been hippies when they were younger, but she wasn’t about to become one. Still not wanting to seem rude she opened her bag and took out her pad and a pencil. She quickly started to jot something down. ‘Hun, I wouldn’t be seen dead in this outfit. Its just for Halloween and its going back into my closet. It had once been my sisters and, well, this is just a reminder of her. She had always loved dressing as a hippie for Halloween when she was younger and had continued to do so until the day she died.’ Happy with what she said she held it up for the other women to see.

Talking about her sister and thinking about how much she missed her really wasn’t helping with the hurting that she felt. Her sister was just something that she usually didn’t talk about to people. Whenever they would ask her about her sister she would just change the topic and get their mind onto something else. She didn’t want to remember all the things that she had to go through when she watched her sister dying in the hospital when it had been took late to do anything about her. It was upsetting to think about and it made tears come to her eyes, so she wiped them away from her eyes with the back of her hand. Blinking away the rest of the tears from her eyes she smiled at Michelle once again. That was what she did, smile when she was trying to forget everything. She knew that the other women was a detective and could probably figure out that she was flat out lying to her. Before the other women could say anything she jotted something else down. ‘Before you ask, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Its just the thought of my sister is still a sore subject and I just don’t like talking about it to others.’

[[ occ // Sorry if its short. My head started to hurt when I was typing. // coo ]]


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ι иєvєя тнσυɢнт ι'∂.. вє ιи ℓσvє ℓιкє тнιs
ωнєи ι ℓσσк αt чσu мy мιи∂ ɢσєs σи α тяιρ
αи∂ чσυ cαмє ιи.. αи∂ киσcкє∂ мє σи мч ғαcє
ғєєℓs ℓιкє ι'м ιи a яαcє, вυт ι αℓяєα∂ч ωσи ғιяsт ρℓαcє

[Twankiie]

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>>>Craig Brovinofskixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Cameramanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

● ● As blue eyes watched the blond carefully, there was a single thought that couldn’t help but cross his mind over and over and over again. It went a little something like, ’Is he an idiot?’ Craig might have been home schooled most of his life, but did this Mr… Theodore Owen’s best friend think that he could really fool Craig into believing he knew what he was doing all along? He wasn’t the most knowledgeable guy when it came to social matters, but he wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t feel like being played off as one either by these idiots. It was probably Madeleine’s fault too. After she labeled him unmatchable, she probably said so many other things about him to her friends that just made it seem worse. That he was stupid in believing he could ever date anyone. Ugh! Just the thought of it—but someone like Maddie wouldn’t do that, right? You see, there was where he was torn. Jensen still had a crush on the blond. She could still make his heart pound at the very mention of her name and he didn’t want to believe that she was capable of such things. He didn’t even want to believe the things she said clearly to his face, but sometimes, he found that he had to… and he had to make outrageous assumptions otherwise he would end up backing out on his plan and if he killed himself now… she wouldn’t even care. She probably wouldn’t even know who he is…

As he looked at Trenton, he was reminded of everything he hated right now. This was the kind of douche that broke his camera at that stupid party he stupidly decided to go to. Someone who didn’t even know his name… and shrugged it off like it didn’t even matter. God he hated these people! ”Don’t fake it.” Damn it. Where did that intensity go? And why couldn’t he actually look at the jock anymore? And why did his nose itch so bad right now that he had no choice but to awkwardly scratch it like a retard? ”I don’t really care that you didn’t know… You’re not even the person I wanted to notice me…” He mumbled more to himself with the sound of ‘It’s too late, I’ve given up..’ in his voice and bits of depression. He knew it was too late to go back. Too late to get her to notice him. She had ‘the perfect boyfriend’. She was talking about him all the time. What she actually saw in him… who knows. ”…Probably just has a big p***s…” His thoughts carried on out loud, though he didn’t notice it until a moment after he finished the last word. His head shot up in surprise bringing his shoulders to stop from sagging and his eyes to look at the popular one in alarm. ”I mean; muscular body.” Smooth Jensen... So smooth. He probably didn't even notice how awkward that sounded...

God… could he make himself look any more retarded right now? No… he didn’t think home schooling did this to him. You know; this timidness he had towards just about everyone. His issues with speech, with stopping his thoughts from verbalizing… might have been because no one was ever around—just like his hygiene was never really high before that makeover because he never went anywhere so he never cared before. He never was looking to impress until his eyes fell upon the succulent frame that was Madeleine Darcy Sinclair. Not to sound like a pig—he wasn’t just interested in her body. He wanted to get to know her too. Hell, knowing him, it would probably be a while before he even had the guts to kiss her on the cheek if they were dating. Which was never going to happen anyways. But in that hypothetical world… And no. He didn’t blame that on home schooling either. He just… it was… people just left him feeling clueless and when he was clueless.. he felt intimidated. He didn’t want to ‘find things out’. He wanted to know them in and out before he got involved. When you don’t… you get humiliated.

Those eyes of his refocused on Trenton when he said something that implied Craig had ever played a trick on someone which left him mentally asking, ’When would I have ever been given the chance to do that?’ ”No… I haven’t ever played a prank on someone.” He corrected as he tried to stay as nonchalant as possible, but the cracks that slipped into his voice didn’t help him. He mentally cursed at himself for never being able to say anything strongly or with confidence…. Or even understanding the mechanics behind how to do it. Because of this.. and the numerous things that Craig already knew he said that were embarrassing, he simply replied to the following comments on emotional idiocy and paranoia with a quiet, ”..Yeah…” He knew he wasn’t talking about him, but he might as well have been—not that Craig was paranoid or emotionally retarded. He didn’t think that the people in the haunted house were out to get him… it was just numerous people outside of the haunted house seemed to be wishing for his demise and even helping it along. His hands clamped shut to this. ’They won’t be laughing the day that I die.’ He mentally promised as he’d done so many times before. This promise was one of the reasons why it was so important for him to find… to find… his… well… his god, the Gamer. Kyle Carson—famous for helping three suicidal teenagers die on the cruise ship a year ago. When he reminded himself of that… it suddenly made everything else tolerable again.

Note; tolerable.

The brunette camera-nerd felt himself want to recluse a bit, like a flinch, when Trent was so quick to jump on talking. There was no real reason for it other than a ‘reaction’ of some kind that was already in his body. What he heard just felt like everything he just said was marked off and ignored—except for what Trent wanted to know—and apparently it was something to do with the mirror in the haunted house that had his interest peeked. So maybe he did have something to do with that special effect… And then everything quickly changed and Jensen fell into ‘oh s**t’ mode. As he felt the arm over his shoulder, his eyes turned to look at it in alarm before looking quickly back at Trent. He couldn’t get the thoughts out of his. ’s**t—he must have found out—he must know that I had a thing for Madeleine and Theodore Owens is gonna show up any moment and beat the crap out of me and break my camera. Damn it—why did I stop? Why wasn’t I anti-social like—I wouldn’t be in this situation.’ Inwardly he panicked as his sapphire pools slowly crept back to looking at Trenton in fear of what was coming next. He was in too much of a panic to really care about the subject matter of the question or what it really had to do with his a**-whooping—so he answered anyways. Maybe good behavior would get him off?? ”Y-yeah. S-something like that. I-I got pictures of it if you wanted to see.” He said nervously however made no move to offer up his camera. Despite wanting to save himself, he wasn’t going to offer up his brand new Olympus. If anyone wanted the pictures… they’d have to deal with Jensen Craig Brovinofski dealing with them.

Dealing with the pictures, that is.

It didn’t seem to matter what he said because the attention was lost off of him before it seemed his reply got across because look who was coming. It was the big bad wolf a-and… dear Jesus… The moment Jensen laid eyes on the girl of his dreams, his face flushed red from top to bottom. Ear to ear and his head immediately looked away. He couldn’t have been more obvious. He even knew he liked her simply from how hot he suddenly felt. Feverish almost from just a sheer glimpse at her in her… her costume.
It was a trans-like state. How he had frozen after looking at his queen—never to be his. God—he had to stop thinking of her like that. He was getting revenge on her right now! If he started getting mushy… he was gonna end up pulling back and not finishing what he started! What pulled him out of this trans was an object that was shoved into his hand which his hand then closed around. In his head… there was this debate when Craig heard the order to stick his number in it. What was gonna happen if he put his number in it? Later teasing? Late night… spam calls keeping him up? Death threats VIA phone? But then there was that other part… that part all about getting closer to the enemy to make his revenge sting more. If he was close and in contact with the best friend of the boyfriend of the girl he likes… ed… then he would be closer to making it hurt more. So with just a little bit of hesitation.. he went forward in that plan. Almost.. very geekily excited to get back to Michelle and tell her what he just did. Okay.. so the deciding fact was that Trent hadn’t really given the camera geek a choice. The phone was there and then Trenton was talking to the enemy. But that didn’t make him any less excited to tell Michelle that he was officially crossing enemy lines in disguise! And all on his own!

Now; when sticking his number in. since Craig had zero confidence what-so-ever that Mr. Popular would remember what his name was, he put himself under the name, “Cameraman Craig” simply because, if there was anything anyone ever remembered about him… it was his camera. Not the name ‘Craig’. Heck, he figured they’d all remember him even a little better if they knew his first name was Jensen—ya know? Because it was a little bit of a different name—okay, in Jen’s eyes, it was a really weird name, and that’s why he chose to not go by it.

”H-here…” The cameraman muttered as he reached his hand out with the phone only a little way in a very poor attempt to return the item. His vision faced downward and his volume cut down more than one way. With his eyes cast downward, he couldn’t help but look at the bottom halves of people which brought him to easily look at the bottom half of the boyfriend of Maddie. His bottom half was normal and slowly those eyes of his started to trail up that male’s body as he looked at what he was wearing. Craig found so much relief in the fact that the other wasn’t wearing a costume. It meant that he didn’t have to dress up in some ridiculous getup to get her attention. You know, flamboyant colors, caps, cod pieces… But then, there was that—thoughts stopped as blue eyes got an eyeful of the fox who had more than one obstacle around her. The biggest one being; the only reason they weren’t together… is because she didn’t want to be with him. But in that outfit… how could he not—well, any health boy would be—because she was taken and her boyfriend was right there—and he was a jock—okay, so it was safe to say that Craig got nervous once more and his whole body seemed to turn a bit of a red color and the feeling of blood rushing to a certain part of his body just made him feel even more embarrassed.

So then Craig did something he didn’t think he would do any time soon. With all these feelings running through his body, he couldn’t afford to be a pushover anymore and wherever he could, he stuck that phone. Whatever pocket or pouch or whatever on Trent he saw, he stuck it in. He put his hand in someone else’s pocket whilst at the same time as saying; ”I-I have to go.” less than calmly and then quickly taking his leave and running away from the small group of people as quickly as he possibly could and believe you me, that wasn’t very fast. The only thing that really removed him from the group so quickly… was the crowds that was all over the place.

As he fled the previous scene as quickly as he possibly could, the phone in his pocket went off once more and in hopes that by dealing with revenge, his… hormones would…. Deflate. Awkwardly, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his cellphone as he moved awkwardly, with his head down in shame, hoping that he wouldn’t be noticed by anyone… else. Especially not someone he shared a class with. He pulled the text open while he walked and tried to act inconspicuous. Of course the people who thought they were inconspicuous never really were. His pace didn’t slow down much as he read the message, but that just gave him an even bigger chance to trip as he read and replied to the message from the reporter;

Yeah. But Theo just showed up.
And I walked away.
..Maddie was there too.
I’ll be there in a few.
And I don’t get how beau could mean
that… but you would know better…
--Craig

Of course that message didn’t get sent off without him stumbling enough to make him stop walking in the crowd while he typed the rest of it before he… continued on walking again. Shouldn’t have mentioned Maddie… it didn’t help his condition. Think. Revenge. Think. Suicide. Think. She’s a b***h. None of that’s as gorgeous as she is.

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

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