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 Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 12:24 am
F i n d Y o u r s e l f A N e w F r o n t i e r
C a u s e L i f e I s G o i n g G o i n g G o n e Father Atkins had spent the last few minuts trying to recollect all the happenings around him. First Bethany and Allister had been off together for quite some time, and here she came, strolling back from what seemed to be la la land. Miss Gann had nearly quite the whole shing-dig before it even began. But that was of course, before Hunter took her arm and guided her back towards the Conference room. As much as he wanted too, he avoided knocking on the door and bothering what could be World War Three happening. If danger could be avoided, he did so in the highest measurement.
"Bethany? Oh yes, I think she is returning, I had her fetch Mr. Allister for me since he had currently stepped out. I suppose we could get the show on the road in a few moments. I am sad to ask if you could return to the conference room with Miss Christina and the others. I need to get some information out before long. The others will be here shortly." Marshall smiled and continued to look about the other people who were crowding the place. "I'll be in there in a few minutes."
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 12:54 am
 God, how he wanted to freeze time when she put her lips to his, it would have been a moment to die for. Why wouldn't she just keep him in that space, held together by the soft pink/red flesh of their lips? That was what he wanted more than anything at the moment. Well, that and he was fighting back the urge to tear the clothes from her body and make love to her right there. He fought that off without a second thought and watched as she walked back towards the group that was culminating around Marshal.
"If only you knew how tempting that was to me as well Bethany...", he whispered to no one and let his words get lost in the wind that blew through the airport's doors every now and again.
He stood up and straightened his pants for a moment, smoothing the wrinkles that now plagued them. He was a bit embarrassed when a passer-by noticed a tent being pitched in his pants. He turned away and pulled out his headphones again, maybe something depressing would calm his blood flow, maybe even slow it so he wasn't so hyped up on adrenaline. When he had finally found a good song, it had already passed and he sighed in relief. He pulled the foam coverings over his ears and smiled a bit, the music wasn't depressing at all, he was getting a whole different message from it than he had expected.
He walked at a brisk pace to catch up to the girl who held his mind in her hand so firmly now. He walked up behind her and whispered slightly, breathing purposefully on her neck. "I'll say it now, to get it out of the way...but...I hope we have a lot more time for that later", was what he said as he brushed his lips by her ear. He would stop it there, there was business to attend to, and he would take to wooing Beth in their free time. That would be an interesting time, and that was only putting it very lightly.
His music switched to a song called the irony of dying on your birthday, a big difference from what he had been listening to beforehand, enough of a difference to make him jump suddenly. He looked around to make sure no one had seen and shut it off again, stuffing it into his pocket again, he turned his attention to Marshal and waited for any info he would give them. Though a generous portion of his attention stayed on the beauty that stood just to his left. He wanted to just reach out and take her hand in his and lead her some place they could be alone to talk or possibly more. He wasn't exactly interested in the latter one, but he didn't completely rule it out. He liked her, he admitted to himself as he looked to the ground. How was he so easily swooned by this girl? It was a mystery he would solve after he had done his part in the case at hand.
He turned to steal a peek at Beth and looked away just as soon as he did, had she seen him looking? or was it just his paranoia? He wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he wouldn't do that again, just in case.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 12:58 am
 Hunter grimaced, it had been quite a scene when he had taken Robin away from the present company but not before she announced she was leaving or something he was not quite paying attention too. Perhaps they both had something to explain to the others, but it didn't seem to matter now. Instead, Hunter looked down to his hand which was now wrapped around Robin's, just the way he wanted it to be. Just feeling her skin on his own was enough to send him into a frenzy. All of her memory and emotions running from her finger tips and into his mind and sight. That gentle warmth she carried about her. People might have thought her rash, or perhaps a bit of a hot head, but that was not how Hunter envisioned her.
It was something beautiful when she was angry, or speaking her mind, or throwing the dice down once again. It was like getting an ounce of cocaine in his system, once he had it, he never wanted to stop using. Robin was his drug now, addicted to the core. Even if this was her doing on purpose, he would not hold a candle to her, because in the end, he liked the feeling. To want something greater than his own person, to care for something other than his own being. Yes, Robin was his now, or perhaps, he was hers.....Either way, did it really matter?
"Oh yes. Father, I apologize about that. A big misunderstanding on my jack a** part. Hope I did not ruin anything..." Hunter smiled, sort of, as he held Robin's hand tighter, just to make sure she was still there, so that she was still real.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 1:13 am
 Not a monster, Not a bogeyman... Christina had a problem with sitting still for too long, and it must have been aparent, because just as soon as she was about to jump up to leave, the others showed up to spark up some words in Marshal. '"Thank the lord", she whispered as she crossed her legs carefully, the silence was almost too much to bare. She fumbled through her bag once more, making sure she had thought of everthing. Her phone beeped once, letting her know that someone had sent her a message. She flipped it open and nearly exploded, 'Damn that Alexander...is he trying to get me in trouble?!', she screamed inside of her head.
I'm missing you already, blah blah blah, I love you Christina, more filler, and then he wrote some stuff that would be banned from most public places. She nearly threw her phone at a wall before she thought about thier little adventure before she had left. She smiled slightly and tucked the phone away in her coat's breast pocket, she would reply later when there was time to do so. She was busy right now.
"Well, if were still waiting, I'm going to go in the other room, too much....nevermind", she said loud enough for all to hear, the comment meant for the man called hunter and his little love interest, as well as for Allister and his flirty little girlfriend. It made her sick to even think of it, they all had someone, she was all alone. Well, not exactly alone, but, her lover wasn't here for her as thiers were.
She scrambled for her bag and walked off to be by her lonesome, hopefully no one would follow, maybe she would have a moment now to call him and give him her reply to his questionable message. In fact, that thought spurred her to walk faster, damn near breaking the wheels off of her cart/bag. She reached the door and tossed her bag against a wall with a thud, her phone was out in seconds. Her fingers pressing the keys as fast as sonic the hedgehog would have pressed them, and she held the reciever to her ear, waiting to hear his velveteen voice. ...Understand that it's just a person, not worth devoting any nightmares to. 
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 1:20 am
Robin glanced at Bethany as she pranced towards them. Apparently she had the power to summon people just by thinking about them. She glanced at Hunter and tried not to grin like an idiot. It was him, his touch was magic, he made her alive in ways she couldn’t even image. When Alistair approached Robin raised her brows her body hardening. That man was repugnant, made her nauseas. He reeked. She needed a breath a deep cleaning breath. Great green mother she needed to be away from him.
“Who the ******** is this?” She snapped looking at him her eyes narrowing. Goddess help her, she did not need any more darkness in her life. She had failed to notice but she physically was moving from him her hand still anchored in Hunter’s only held at an arm’s length. How could the others not feel it permeating from him like a dark deep black sickness? Every dark magic a little pock mock on his essence. Did he realize the hurt that magic put into the world, or did he simply not care. That was who Bethany had spent time with, now she too would hold that stench.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 2:13 am
He wanted to up and leave now, he wanted to grab his duffle, throw it over his shoulder and find the next flight home. This crazy b***h had just spazzed out on him, and here Beth was doing a good job of drawing him out of the shell. He calmed down a bit and turned to walk away, he obviously wasn't wanted around here by everyone else, save for the sweet little woman he had previously kissed. He wanted so badly to walk out those doors and take in every cancerous drag of those cigarettes, just to calm himself down. Why was he getting so rilled up? He had never felt this angry toward anyone in his life, except for his late father.
He stopped dead in his tracks, he wouldn't give her the pleasure of forcing him away. The shell was to dark a place to return to, he didn't wan to in the shadows any longer. Not to say his anti-social ways had changed, but, Beth was a major exception to that. He glared back at the other girl, Robin, he might as well have been throwing daggers at a bull's eye on her face. He didn't like her anymore than she liked him it seemed, though, he had no idea why.
He pulled the MP3 again from his pocket and stuffed his ears into the foam, he would drown her out, maybe then he could calm down and think rationally. He flicked it to life and pushed at the switch, quickly throwing a glance at Beth, hoping she wouldn't get made at his sudden jump to seclussion. He let the music come to life and let it soar through his blood, energizing him, calming him, turning him into a living paradox. He smiled sweetly once more, just for Bethany and closed his eyes.
They didn't need to be fighting amongst themselves like this, it was the last they needed to be doing. He reached into his pocket and twisted his lighter around a few times, it was a wierd thing he did when he was nervous. He let go of it an looked at Bethany once again, and it all faded away.
He felt so much better now, just one look at, or from, that beautiful woman and he felt like he had survived the rapture.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 2:17 pm
<3 T A K E M E A S I A M <3   "Uhh... what?" Bethany asked, looking between Hunter, Robin, and Allister her new partner in crime. 'What was that all about?' She wondered, staring at Allister with wonder. He seemed okay in her eyes, maybe he was a little quiet and shy, but Bethany never suspected he would be so revialed as... well, as a monster in Robin's eyes. Atleast, that was what she was making him out to be. "He is a part of the team... right?" Bethany shot a look towards Father Atkins who only nodded his approval in her thinking so. "Yes, he is."
Bethany tried not to notice Allister putting on his headphones, though she found it in a way charming. Cause if it was her, had she not known Robin in any way shape or form, she would have gotten in her face and asked if there was a problem she could harshly help her solve. But everyone was entitled to their opinions on people whether good or bad, so Bethany did not take it to heart, especially since she had liked Robin starting from the moment they met in the manor a little over a year ago. She had even stood up for Robin against that crazy jack a** Jastin of whom she was about to stab in the face repeatedly if it wasn't for Devon removing her from the room her arms flailing trying to get some hit on him before it was too late.
It was then that Devon asked her not to get involved because he was worried for her safety. He knew that Jastin was bad news then, but that did not stop Bethany from plotting his demise the entire time she was there. The only regret she had was that someone else did him in, not she. In that big of a house? There were plenty of places to hide a body...
Waving sweetly at Allister when he proceeded to look at her, Bethany thought how funny it was that she was flirting this hard with someone. Sure, she had used her natrual abilities to get directions, or other things in that nature, she had never wanted to PHYSICALLY flirt with anyone before he came along. It just seemed natrual, even if anyone did not approve. Bethany wasn't telling anyone who they could be or not be with? Maybe everyone will just go along with it for her sake, but she could only be that lucky....
Bethany poked Allister's side, and gave him a stern look, that said, 'What did you do?,' though she really could care less, it was always good to know things that could create problems in the long run. That brought a long another thought that made her angry. That little brat Christina had shot her an ugly look, Bethany hoped she didn't have to beat that smug look off of her face, but where ever she went, drama followed. This was going to be a wonderful trip indeed, she could tell immediatly.
"Can we go now. Let's just hurry up. I am excited to try out my new video equipment and the fifteen thou worth of crap I now have for this kind of stuff. I want to get a handle on it before we step in the biggest piles of dog s**t." Bethany smiled at Father Atkins, and took hold of Allister's hand, not bothing to look at him, just pulled him along whether it was the direction he wanted to go or not. "Come on you. I know you can't hear a damn word I am saying... Which is good because I would really like to unravel stress all over your body, but we ain't that alone yet... so.. you keep listening to music, and I shall keep pretending you are listening..." Bethany laughed at herself, and drug him into the conference room. Taking a seat FAR away from Christina and her little attitude....
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 3:56 pm
Not a monster, Not a bogeyman... The door swung open as she spoke the last words, 'I love you too Alex, sweet dreams my love'. Her eyes narrowed, it was that girl who was all over Allister. She wasn't sure why she felt defensive about this rock star boy toy she met on the place. She brushed it off and grinned, putting her phone away once again. Maybe it was what he said on the plane that had gotten to her, she just needed to detach herself again. Those few sweet words he had spoken when he was so sure of her sleeping were comforting, much like her lover said to her on a daily basis. Maybe she just saw a bit of her love in him, it had to be.
She leaned back a bit in her chair and crossed her legs just as she had outside. Why was she so uncomfortable with that girl Bethany around? Again she just brushed off the feeling and pulled out her tool of her trade. The small crystal dangled in front of her face, her fingers moved slightly, twisting the small gem that sent light all around the room. A bit of the light hit her in the eyes, she squinted and when they opened again, she swore she saw someone else sitting near Allister. It looked like an older man, his body torn all around, blood staining what clothes he did wear. What the hell was she seeing? Could it be someone connected to Allister? The man turned his head toward her and opened his mouth as if he was screaming at her. She whipped to the side and fell out of her chair, what the ******** was that? He had started to run at her, and she just freaked. She looked around, expecting the guy to be standing above her waiting to hit her. Right about then she felt like a steel pipe was being shoved into her temples. She wanted to scream, but all she could do was fall back to the ground.
It was agonizing, she imagined that this was how giving birth was like, but it was probably much more painful. She stood up, her legs just as shaky as Al's had been when he fell. She needed to get out of this room, right now! She bolted for the door, leaving her pendulum behind on the floor, she didn't much care though. She pushed out the door and ran a few steps before she fell to the ground once more. This just wasn't her day.
"Who the?...what the?...how the?...", she scrambled to figure out, it was quite possibly worse than her previous experience with something supernatural. Even if it had only startled her, unlike B's attempt on her life.
She stayed down for a moment, thinking about what it was, there was more to Allister than met the eye, she was absolutely sure of it now. She was interested more than ever before, she would have to be careful. Not only was she investigating the case at hand, now she was on Allister's case as well. ...Understand that it's just a person, not worth devoting any nightmares to.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 4:47 pm
Allister was off in his own little world at the time, but Beth's little poke shook him from his dream state. He looked over at her and with his hand in his pocket, he pressed on the center of the music device, pausing it long enough to hear her words. He wouldn't let her know that he had heard her, but he wouldn't keep it a secret forever. The next time they were alone, he would ask her if she meant it, and probably make his own move on her. She was something else altogether, and he wanted her to know that he liked it, a lot.
He smiled again when Bethany led them to the far end of the room, away from the girl from the plane. His mind told him that he should find an excuse to get Bethany alone and....NO, that would be very very wrong. Well, he shouldn't say wrong, but, way too early for him to make a move such as that. He laughed a bit and removed his headphones only to hear a loud sound from across the room. Christina had hit the floor hard and seemed to be in a lot of pain from the looks of it. He didn't know much about her, but, he was just the slightest worried about her well being. After all, they were on the same team right? He watched as she grasped at her head like it was something she needed to pry off else it kill her. She stood on weak legs and took off running for the door, nearly knocking it out of the frame before she snapped it open and ran out.
"...what was that...all about? did she hit her head or something?", he asked, no one really the target of his question, though, Beth was the only other person in the room currently.
He had just been handed an opportunity, the exact one he had been looking for from the beginning. He turned towards Bethany again and smiled a sly grin. They were alone again.
This was exactly what he wanted, right? He wasn't so sure right now. He did want to be with her, alone with her, but his body was telling him to do something he was sure would be...against her wishes. He pinched himself slightly, forcing the thought away very quickly. He slipped his arm slowly around Bethany and smiled, she was so warm, very comforting. He lay his head against her for a moment and felt like he could fall asleep right there. Which didn't sound all that bad at the moment, though he was sure the meeting was about to start. He couldn't fight his eye lids anymore, so he started to give in. Her body heat permeated his clothes, soothing him to the point of closing his eyes and putting him into a trance.
He whispered something even he couldn't figure out and then lost all of his senses.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:04 pm
 Scream and shout, get it out
Before it swallows you.
Because, I've been wondering a lot lately...
Could it be love or merely a dream? [[ 'ooc Once again, I am SO sorry for the length of my absences. I was really busy with finals, and then with getting ready to come home. Now I'm home and my schedule is still as packed as ever! BUT! I will try my hardest to get faster on the posts!!! ]]
Serena smiled as he talked to her in a calm manner. Perhaps she overreacted a little too often... Ever since Blackbird Manor, though she had improved some bits of her, something else had arisen... Paranoia. The fear that perhaps, just because Blackbird Manor had fallen to the ground, the spirits, the need for vengeance that resided in that place... Perhaps it still surrounded them in their every day life. It was possible, wasn't it? Serena could think back on moments when she was alone, but didn't feel it, truly. When she would get tingles up and down her spine from drafts of cold air when no windows were open, when no fans were on. And then, at times, there was that eerie sense that someone was watching her every movement, calculating when the right time to spring would be. Such a morbid thought, though, and Serena, realizing this, shook her head, casting the memories away... She was with Devon, the love of her life. Why should she think in such a way...?
She giggled, listening to his tale of the morning's occurrences. She would have loved to see Beth in the midst of her scene-makings. They were always so entertaining, and though, at times, it was slightly embarrassing... Serena, like Devon, knew that she would never trade Beth for the world... Or anything at all, for that matter. A child with a lollipop, he said, and Serena could see it already in her mind, the image of a happy-go-lucky Beth, and yet there were things hidden beneath her exterior that couldn't be seen by the naked eye, and it worried Serena when Beth, at times, was so secluded and distant. But then again, 360 turns, and Beth would be her warm self again, and Serena would have to merely shrug it off as if it were nothing. But, Serena knew it was this nothing that made Beth so on edge sometimes... So antsy... So...
The kisses against her temple drew her quickly out of any line of thought... In fact, she could barely remember what they had been talking about prior. Something about breakfast, and Beth... right? And extra tips, but oh. What did they matter (except Beth, of course)... What did anything matter in the light of Devon, who had placed his lips so tantalizing upon her skin? And the warmth that was left there made her head swoon in such a way that made her go crazy. She sighed in contentment and pulled momentarily away so that she could look at into Devon's eyes. "I see," she said with a nod and looked over her shoulder at the bags she had already packed up. "I've got my things all ready to go... I was about to work on your stuff... You still have some things in the drawers? Or have you gotten everything packed?" she asked him curiously.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:45 pm
T H E C R O W D S T A R T S C L A P P I N'.
H O W C O U L D Y O U K N O W W H A T H A P P E N'?
N O B O D Y C A N S A Y H O W.
B U T S U D D E N L Y Y O U R S A N I T Y T A K E S A B O W. [[Our Story Begins.. Long Long Ago...]] Father Atkins brings everyone into the Conference room. The lights are immediatly drawn and there is darkness all around. However, a bright orb scatters across the far war and stops at a white display sheet in which the image of a great stone house comes into view.
"This is...Le Sanctuaire de l'Ange Tombé..." He says, the sound cutting through the blackness so everyone can hear. There is something sordid at the image. With it's beautifully growing rose vines, and endless fields of green stretching as far as the eye can tell. However, just beyond those lovely vacant fields lye vass amounts of gravestones, some in the shape of crucifixes, others toppled down destroyed by time and erosion.
It is then that the image changes, and is now on the entry way... and Father Atkin's begins the tale....
[[this is for everyone. I have decided to pull you all here and get this thing going. So for Devon and Serena, you both are here, and so is Christina. ]]
The Le Sanctuaire de l'Ange Tombé started first as a sanctuary for priests who deserved to be ex-communicated from the Holy Empire of the Catholic Church. The Vatican is so prude and full of pride, that it would be a crushing blow to their egos if such a measure was taken. There they began to insist upon continuing their unforthright acts of violence and crime. Rapes, murders, abusing the love of God and casting fear into any and all that came into contact with these most atrocious men.
Father Armond Godfrey was amongst these vile criminals. Said to have been the worst of the bunch, it is hard to say why, seeing as how all of their crimes were worth the position that he some how claimed.
His Image Is Fixated Dead Center of the Screen
Violence was not just his choice, but his passion. His specialty is violence towards prostitutes. They would go along with his abusive nature, but after long hours of abuse and violence it would get old rather quickly, but he never stopped. It is said he had even gone as far as beating those poor women to death in this house.
It was with his strange death that the place shut down. But it was his MANNER of death that remained unseen by the public. His gentials had been cut off and shown shut, along with his eyes, lips, ears, and any other opening to his body, all were BEFORE he died... His body lay across the entrance to the house which you saw earlier. It is why a lot of the religious spectators will not enter the house, that feeling of pure evil, though they do not know why. It is said that his spirit still haunts the surrounding area... Though... that may be just speculation...
The Image of Children Are Now Viewable.
It was reopened as a half-way house. Children much like these spent their last days here, and I do mean last days. No one took care of them, left them to bleed to death in their rooms. It was terrible. There is no need to get into this, because I am sure you have all researched and know what this is all about...
The Final Image, is This
I would like you to meet Meredith. She is the third and final owner of the house... and unlike those she is by far the worst. It is said that she used to dig up the unmarked graves and take bones from what was left to make jewerly. Even sacrifice babies, children, to whatever cause it was that she needed to do so. Dire mothers far in debt were paid off at the hospitals in exchange for their new borns....
These are unspeakable acts. And the picture does reveal that she was as much as a Maschocist as she was a Sadist. Meredith sewed her own lips shut so she could never reveal what her intentions. Meredith was never caught. It is said she remained in the house until the day she died, but there was no accounts of bodies or the like.
Our mission, is to find out what happened in this house, what Meredith was trying to do and explain these photographs that were salvaged from police files.
[[The next images are the worst death scenes imaginable.... I cannot explain, but whatever death you find most grusome, that is here.]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 11:35 pm
Robin kept her eyes trained on the screen as Marshall spoke. Her hand scratched furiously at a note pad in front of her. She had always been the type of person where her hands could transcribe the words she desired without looking at them. It was natural for her; it sort of surprised her when people couldn’t do it. It was high up on her list of competency being able to work with your hands without looking. After all the person she most respected was adept at it, oh and her boyfriend was guaranteed to be a pro. Of course perhaps Hunter and herself might not be the most fair of measure sticks for what basic human functioning should be.
Speaking of the adorable and palpitation inducting medium Robin shot a glance at him. She couldn’t but help as the pictures glowed softly on his face what he was making of all of this. Was he thinking about the spooky s**t trifecta? Violence against women always made for special types of angry, oh and throwing kids into that mix? Talk about on helluva Slimer showdown. Oh wait that is right there was little Miss Meredith going all Strangeland on herself most likely ******** with serious black magic. At least Allister would be comfortable.
Right Hunter probably wouldn’t be thinking that. Of course Ghostbuster’s references might not be to high on his list either. She wasn’t one of those girls who would be so up their boyfriend’s a** they knew what they had for lunch. She respected him as a medium, he was good. Not like a famous sort of good, but like a he really helped people a** deep in it good. Only the new girl and Allister she wouldn’t trust at her back, well she wasn’t to sure about Marshall. Still though that was saying a lot for Bethany, Devon, Serena, and Hunter. They had all proven themselves dependable when the dice were down. The fact that out of everyone in that room the person she would trust to haul her a** out of the fire was Hunter had nothing to do with the desire to give him a sponge bath with her tongue, or the fact she was sure it was mutual.
She sighed pausing her writing as Marshall fell silent. She shifted her attention to the pictures flashing across the screen. His descriptions had been g rated compared to the photos. She could understand why he had chosen to withhold that information from the briefing packages they had received before hand; no one else would have shown up. After a couple minutes Robin had to look down. It was repulsive, and she had stomached some pretty sick s**t in her days of paranormal researching and writing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 12:48 am
The pictured flashed by, the Father's words echoing in his head. There were woman and children murdered in that place. That was just great. He saw his father's corpse, he had seen many more after that, mangled or not, it wasn't something you grew used to. Simple. He took the pictures in though, the only thing getting to him was the constant scratching of pen on paper. He smiled a bit and looked back to the screen, now there were pictures of the deceased people found on the grounds. Instantly, his eyes flew open, he had not expected such a high magnitude of violence. Down to the ground and then tightly his eyes moved, it was a bit too much for him to take in so fast.
His hands clenched into fists, the thoughts of violence had permeated him all the way through. He wanted to stand up, hunt down anyone who had ever had a connection to this place and beat them until there was nothing left of their disgusting existence. He slipped his hand into his pocket and meant to grab his MP3 again, only his hand froze.
That woman...that...Meredith? was it? Why did she look so familiar to him? He shook it off as just a similar bone structure or something of the like. "Who...does that remind me of?", he said in a tone that barely made a sound coming out of his lips.
What were they to do now? Leave for this place and begin the investigation? He hoped so, he didn't want to be in a place that held so much death for too long. Having a panic attack like he had before when he had been at the morgue would not be a good thing if he were in this place. Especially since he wouldn't have the right medication to deal with it, that would be a disaster. He slipped out of that mind set and put his head phones back on, trying to escape from those thoughts. Ten Black Roses, anyone?
The song was the only thing that would calm him down, sooth his nerves and make him a happy person again. Well, that was until he stole a quick glance at Bethany. 'That did it' he thought as he listened to the lyrics, the words made him feel euphoric. This was an very rare feeling for him, he had felt it once before, but, that was about it. He didn't hate this one as he did so many others, in fact, he liked it very much and wished it would never end.
Again he looked down to the dark screen and flicked at the switch twice more until he had gotten to another of his favorite songs. The Ghost of Love, boy, The Rasmus sure made a song that induced a very melancholy happiness. He flipped it a bit more and smiled as he leaned closer to Beth's ear, his breath brushed past her neck and over her body as he sang softly.
I will run to you
When my journey is over
Wait for me
Keep our love alive
I will dream of you
'till I reach the sun
Then I'll turn around and run to you
All of this he whispered into her ear, looking for a reaction as he had before when he teased her. He wasn't much of a flirt, but he loved doing it none the less.
He smiled as he stood up and walked for the door, he needed some air now, it was all that would keep him from stealing Beth away and doing something they would both regret later. Well, he wasn't so sure that he would regret it, but, she might. He stopped short and thought that mayhaps there was something else they needed to know, so he just leaned against the opposite wall that the screen was at. He would wait for anything more the father would say then he would get away for a bit to let his own touch of death enter his system. It was a horrid habit, one he would need to rid himself of soon if he hoped on keeping his career in music alive.
He poked through his cargo pockets and picked at the paper wrapping the smokes, he had enough left to last for a few weeks packed away in his bag and at least seven left in this pack. He reached into the other pocket and picked out the lighter, feeling the zippo's weight was comforting for an odd reason. He was a bit of a pyro, he liked the simplicity of fire, and it was a primal thing, that was his thought at least. He flicked it once and smiled as the flint sent sparks up and into the air, the flame soon taking it's hold. He closed it and smiled as he moved back to Beth's side, he felt like he belonged there now, as if his place had been set at her hand. She was his religion now, her body was his light, how could she provoke such an intense emotion in him so easily? Oh well, it was just another mystery to figure out along the way, no?
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 2:05 pm
Scream and shout, get it out
Before it swallows you.
Because, I've been wondering a lot lately...
Could it be love or merely a dream? When they had arrived, it had been right on schedule, and she followed after Devon as they entered a Conference room and took seats beside Bethany, and a man she had never seen before. For a moment, this concept caught her off guard, but after a moment's recovery, she smiled slyly and sat back to see what could possibly unfold between the two to tell Serena of what had occurred before their arrival. Of course, this observation was cut short as a Father Atkins began speaking at the front of the room, images accompanying his words.
Indeed, the images and stories were bone-chilling and made her squirm uncomfortably in her seat. This was something like Blackbird Manor, only different, right? Would this place be feeding off their fears also? Or their worst nightmares? It rather seemed that it would be the latter... The place would eat them alive, a strange insanity wracking their bodies, taking control until the unthinkable, yes probable happened... Serena shivered a little as Father Atkins continued to show them a series of pictures, all depicting rather gruesome deaths of the inhabitants and visitors. She averted her eyes for a moment, burying her head in Devon's shoulder...
Yes, the images frightened her a bit, but nothing frightened her more than the first story of the man who had raped so many... Could she handle it, really? Going into a place in which women had been raped... Let's just add one more to the count, shall we, with herself, Serena thought as she breathed deeply trying to calm her thoughts. Stepping into a place that could possibly make her relive the same crime that was done against her... Rape. It was such a heavy word, such a heavy deed, and such a heavy remembrance. It made it no more easy to think of now that she knew it had been her "brother" who had done it to her...
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:14 pm
F i n d Y o u r s e l f A N e w F r o n t i e r
C a u s e L i f e I s G o i n g G o i n g G o n e Father Atkins closed his eyes and cleared away the excess tears that had slowly began to fall. Even after looking over these photographs again and again, he still could not get used to them. Every time that he laid his eyes upon the horrors he could feel something taking hold of his heart and squeezing as hard as it could muster. "I... Those are just a fraction of the photographs, the... 'G,' rated ones, as the police had bluntly put it."
It was then that he gathered himself towards the manilla folder that the elder priests had tried to keep from him. With steady hands, he opened the folder, and dug out the pile of paper work therein. His muscles were tighter than normal, and he could feel the pull in his wrists so bad that he had to set the stack down and rub his forehands to subside the pain. "This paper work I am handing to you is the outline of the first layer of the house, where the children once resided." Father Atkins passed the pile towards Bethany and watched as she began to hand one to the gentleman beside her, and so on and so forth.
"You can see the normalicy therein. Very basic. Nothing fancy. I am sorry to say, but the chambers down below have not been documented. The contractor that had extended the house hold was said to have disappeared. But... that of course was a cover up for the truth. The found him in his hotel room, his wrists had been cut open and be bled to death in his bath tub. Now whether or not it was an accident or on purpose, all his secret reasonings for building onto the house died with him."
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