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[[Just as before, Only IRL photographs shall be accepted. This time around, however, the characters are totally up to you]]

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fear revulsion abhorrence abomination alarm.antipathy apprehension aversion awe chiller consternation detestation disgust dislike dismay dreadfrighthate hatred loathing monstrosity panic

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[[Rules that we all know and that must be obeyed at all times. This is mainly for newcomers.]]

i. L I T E R A C Y// Please. If you have too, write everything in Microsoft Word or a program with spell check, and THEN post. I would rather it be correct than speedy.

ii. S K E L E T O N S// Just fill it out and send it to me when desired. For Rubes, just send me the characters you want to carry over, or new ones. For everyone else, please PM me your completed profiles.

iii. P O S T S T Y L E S// I do not require them to be decorated, though I myself will do it because I love doing it. However, it is not required. But, you post CANNOT be black font, or use any other post outline other than the one we normally use. The Shout and Whisper, ect, will be used for other things.

iv. S T O R Y L I N E// The great thing about this RP is that you can have freedom to do as you desire, but there are a few things that you have to follow, such as, if you step into a room, and my post prompts something, you must then follow what is happening, and act accordingly. It will make more sense once you start.

v. E X T R A C R A P E V E R Y O N E K N O W S// OOC, chatspeak, God-Moding, you know the drill people. So I do not need to really carry on with the rules section.

vi. D O U B L E P O S T I N G// It is not always easy to put two character's in one post, so, if you are portraying more than once character, you may post each character's actions in two different posts, as long as you aren't double posting for the same person more than once. That is still forbidden

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[[A lot of the things going on around will again, be orchastrated by me. You are surrounded by a much more malicious presence than before. Meaning, please pay attention to the posts I have dedicated below. They will guide you on actions you should take, shouldn't take, and anything else concerning items, NPC's and or other unexplained phenomenon.]]

The WHISPER// These posts are for NPC's, some of them minor, some of them not, however, you need to read these at all times. They sometimes add pieces of information that could be use to your advantage. They also represent police tapes you may find laying about in the house. If this post is prompted, everyone must listen.
The SHOUT// Actions of the strange things happening inside and outside of the house. These are posts you will not want to really see happening to you. However, you must think through them, and be cautious. Though they can sometimes lead you to something you need to know, so don't be too cautious, precious information may lead you to another piece of the puzzle.
The THINK// These are your mission posts. They will have your character(s) name atop the information, and thus, your person must respond by doing whatever these posts may say. They only happen during certain times when you need to set up cameras or something when you are hunting. Pay close attention to these as well.
The DOCUMENT// These post styles will be for anything that you pick up and are "reading," a single document, an e-mail, a book, or labels, anything that you are intended to read, will be posted like that. However, if the name of a character is at the top, such as, "Bethany:" That is not intended for you, though you have the right to read, unless that character announces what he/she has read, your character has no idea what it is.
The ORNATE// If a huge piece of the story has come together. Or perhaps there is a photograph someone is looking at, this post prompts a story pertaining to a past event. Everyone can read and understand these posts, they are not intended for one person. PAY ATTENTION to these posts, they may help.

NPC's//

Father Atkins
Sister Rosemary
Rachel Hemmingway [[coming soon]]

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Father Atkins had been waiting since six this cold Tuesday morning. The plane that was carrying his future cohorts would not touch down until mid afternoon. He contemplated as to why he had gotten up so early, but his nights had been restless for many years, why now would he decide to question the actions he had been taking since leaving the Catholic Church? He blamed it partly on being up for such a long period of time and partly for being overly worked and terribly hungry. All of which were terrible when coupled with one another. He was surprised he had not suffered from dementia earlier on in his younger years. Marshall was an older gentleman, much younger than he felt, however. Thirty four was a hard age to get through, probably thirty-five as well, but he could not even begin to think about his birthday primarily because he had forgotten just which day of the miserable year that was.

Shrugging the thoughts off entirely, Marshall took his hat from his head which had been covering his face a good lot of the time, trying to catch up on sleep he had been deprived of for many years. Even in the presence of so many people, the noises they were making in the distant back ground, none of it seemed to work. The white hat bounced between his fingers as he dangled it between his legs, his back arched and bent forward. A few women in front of him had finally taken notice to him, staring at him with strangeness in their eyes, when they thought he was not looking. Marshall was always observing whether his eyes were truly focused or not. They talked amongst themselves about his appearance which brought a warm smile to his face, almost forgetting what it felt like to be any where near women in general. Sure, he could have a family, even children if he desired, but his work often took him away from his home. That notion made him melancholy, to think that residing in the home he built were a good hearted lady and a child waiting for him to return to them. He could not keep himself away for so long like that, and thus, never found it in his heart to marry or fall in love. That may have been part of his problem. But now, times were different.

Though he could have flirted back, he leaned into his chair, his hands behind his head and forgot all about those beautiful ladies seated just in front of him. The sign beside him allowed those he was waiting for to find him easily. Marshall glanced at his watch, fluffing out the wrinkles in his crème colored suit, and stared out the window at the many planes that were returning and taking off. If only he had the power to move forth time. If only…

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The day was going to be cold. He could tell already, the way the fog was lingering on the water's edge just miles away from the airport's maingates. French airports were strange indeed. So many people coming and going, none of them ever really french, Marshall had to wonder just how many people living in France currently were actual residents and not visitors. The ladies never took their eyes off of him, their view blocked by the most beautiful looking woman that Marshall could not stop himself from staring at. It was true that he had seen many lovely women in his life, this one had a darkened aura about her, all of which were forbidden by the church.

Marshall took a notice to the woman that was passing him by, how could he not? Her conversation was rather ruthless and he feared for the safety of the person on the recieving end. Even having left the Church, the ex-Father felt like blushing. He had never heard so many curses spatted so perfectly into a phone before, he was not sure if he was fascinated or insulted. Either way, there was a good reason he took an interest in her. Beside him a clipboard full of photgraphs and a list of names which he took into his hands and thumbed through the black and white polaroids of those he was suppose to meet and stopped when the image matched perfectly to the woman just a few chairs from him.

'Go ahead. Introduce yourself.' He told himself, though he could not take it upon himself to gather his courage and speak with her. It was not to say that she wasn't a lovely woman, and he wasn't a brave man, but she seemed a bit upset and possibly needed some space before he crowded her with conversation. Hell! Marshall hated when others tried to speak with him when his day was not going the way he had planned? Why should he break his own comfort zone and invade someone elses'? The natrual instinct to speak was too strong, and he cleared his throat.

Turning in his seat towards the newcomer, Marshall set his clip board aside and leaned closer to her, but he was still quite a few heads away. "Excuse me Miss Gann? I apologize for interrupting, I know this is rude. My Name is Father Marshall Atkins? I believe I spoke to you over the phone?" He began, standing to his full height and approaching her cautiously. "I am sorry, I could not help over hearing you repeat your name into the reciever of your cell phone. I seem to listen to everyone no matter if they are talking to me or not. Old habits die hard..."

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Marshall laughed humbly in her direction, probably for the first time in a very long time. He had almost forgotten what the sound of his voice was like in the expression of happiness. It was an odd thing to hear so he silenced himself, and sat beside her with his things trailing behind him. 'Become a priest, huh? If only you knew what that was like darling..' He thought to himself as Marshall placed his hat in the chair beside him, and returned his attention quickly to the beauty with whom he was sharing company with.

Never read her books, though he had a few in his luggage, he was prepared to do so at a later date. Research and writing had taken his time away from the chance to read something new, especially in the past year. Marshall must have written over ten million characters spread out in large binders full of paper. That black ball point pen etching, in his neat handwriting, all that he should remember at a later time. Had he known that he was going to meet this woman in person he may have taken atleast SOME time to stop and read a few chapters just to have something to say in the glory of her written success. But with how she had almost reacted to him, he felt sort of relieved that his time was consumed.

"Marshall will do just fine Miss Gann. As you were saying, I can understand that. The world is not ready however. I think I have heard of the incident. Bits and pieces though nothing I am sure you have encountered, of which I am sorry that you had to witness in the first place." Marshall shifted his legs which one was now crossing over the other, relaxing his body as heavily as he could. They had a long while together before things could get underway.

"Priest? I will never go back to the Church again. But that does not mean I cannot be a great listener. The collar does not have ears, the man does." He paused. "Oh. And you are safe with me besides. I can say, I have never read any of your books and are not at liberty to judge you on whether you should publish a gosh darn thing."