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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 6, 2017 0:38:41 GMT -5
God ur writing is beautiful briar
I wanna reply but I also wanna sleep
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 0:46:25 GMT -5
[ i am probably going to sleep soon too so. we all gucci lmao ]
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Mar 6, 2017 1:01:29 GMT -5
Today was an odd day, to say the least for the young adult Alexander. He had woken up quite late, in fact he missed his first two classes of the day. Something the young lad tended to avoid since high school, however he had recently been trying to hook up with this hippie girl who got him to take some stuff. He could barely remember last night, all he remembered was he did in fact get the girl to come home with him. That was only remembered since he woke up to her sleeping beside him. A bag of drugs laid on the table next to his bed. He had quickly gotten the girl out, and her drugs followed. Alexander didn't like leaving like this, especially since if he was going to get hired by the UFC he couldn't get addicted to this kind of stuff. Luckily that was the first, and last time he planned on doing drugs
The rest of the day was quite a blur, he had remembered going to all his classes that he didn't miss. Then he remembered hearing from a group of guys Vanessa was having a party. Oh the days when party host would beg for his appearance at a party, alas those days were gone. He was no longer the all-star everyone wanted around them, in hopes his stardom would shred off into them. In fact Alex planned on skipping this party, as he had most parties nowadays. He was in a mild state of wanting to redesign himself from his highschool days. Though last night was a clear obstacle in his goals, he was still full force in bettering himself. He no longer needed crowds of people to make him feel good about himself... or did he? To be honest he wasn't sure he was stuck in a mid-life crisis despite his life not even close to being halfway done.
He never quite recovered from his injury back in his Junior year of high school, well more than that he never recovered from losing the one woman he wanted to be around, the one he didn't just want for pleasure. The break up devastated him, and that mixed with the injury had turned him into a empty soul who only focused on his fighting career now. He hadn't gone to a party since high school. However despite all this the young lad did in fact wind up at Vanessa's, for what reason he couldn't remember. During the party he had remembered seeing his ex for a split second before disappearing to a different room. He had met up with the hippie girl downstairs for a bit, despite saying he wasn't going to partake anymore he did in fact partake in the pleasure's the hippie girl offered him.
Or, well he planned to that is. However before the sweet drug could take him to valhalla, and the norse god that resides in him could come out someone yelled 'cop'. The word took a moment to register as Alexander was a twenty one year old adult. He wasn't worried about drinking, since he was of the legal age to do so. However what wasn't legal was what he had in his hands. The hippie girl booked it before Alex himself decided to join.
How he ended up near the haunted house Wailing House, he had no clue. He had simply followed the first person he caught, and that just so happened to be the local student body drug-dealer. A smart choice in Alexander's mind, follow the man who should be used to getting away from police. However now he was at the wailing house, and was standing a bit away from Judah. Now Alex didn't believe in ghosts, or haunted stories no he was much more of a man to believe in ghost stories. So when he saw the flashlights of cops continuing to come this way he sighed, and went forward to join Judah. Why? Well he just so happened to have still been carrying the hippie girl's drugs.
"Wait up buckaroo, let me join you." Alexander called to Judah, as he figured it was best to not spook the local drug dealer. Alex slowly came into view hoping Judah wouldn't simply shoo him to find his own hiding spot. He didn't want a criminal charge on his record, as that would put another obstacle on his future UFC career hopes.
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Post by maple on Mar 6, 2017 2:14:40 GMT -5
Going to parties wasn't really part of Frankie's lifestyle. Sure, she'd crashed quite a few. A lot actually, but not because she actually wanted to be there. It was more just to do it, you know, go even though nobody wanted you to be there just to show that you didn't really care. She liked that, going against other's will. However, the reason she went to Vanessa Regan's party was only because one of the guys in her "crew" had called her up and said she needed to be there because it was going to be cool, that they'd just get some "goods" (aka, alcohol, drugs, ect. pretty much anything that was there) and then they'd be gone, no reason to stay. Frankie knew how it worked. She'd drink, but the drugs? Eh, she preferred not to go down that route. She saw what it had done to her father, what it was still doing. Anyways, usually there was snacks too and those were nice. Frankie liked snacks. So, evidently, that's why she was there. Slouched against a wall, feeling entirely done with the whole scene and wishing the people she came with would just hurry up and get what they needed so she could leave. Some guy kept trying to sling his arm around her shoulders and honestly? If he tried one more time she would not hesitate to break his nose with her fist. She really wouldn't.
Lucky for Frankie, someone started shouting; and soon enough the shouts chorused everywhere, then someone she knew yanked on her jacket sleeve and muttered: "cops, time to go." Oh great. She had laughed, a hoarse little laugh while she casually poured the contents of her plastic cup onto the floor, oops. Time to run. And she did. Frankie wasn't sure if the cops were actually there or not, but she would rather not find out. She didn't like police, when she was younger they were always showing up at her house to take her brother away. When she was older they'd come after her too, chased her a couple of times when she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But she did like to run.
And Frankie was fast. She could have done a sport like track or something, that is if she had been into that kind of thing, but she didn't like to be told where to run. What was the fun of knowing where you were running to? It seemed that everything exciting in life was unexpected, and she most certainly liked the rush. When it started raining she didn't stop, just kept up a steady pace onward, through the downpour on and on and on.
It wasn't until her legs slowed and her lungs burned that she stopped, that she realized she was alone. Frankie swiveled her head this way and that, back and forth. Nobody. There was a certain silence, she couldn't hear the shouting anymore, the feet hitting the ground -- nothing. Just the rain and the wind. When she looked up there was a house, but not just any. The Wailing house? Really? Frankie laughed, actually laughed out loud. The old place was such a joke, so were the fools who believed it was haunted. She took a step forward, and then another. Soon she was ascending the steps, reaching for the doorknob, and pushing the door open. Frankie peered inside, feeling the rain trickling down the back of her neck. "Anyone here?"
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Post by maple on Mar 6, 2017 2:15:56 GMT -5
[ short and crappy starter for me but help i get distracted so easily ]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 12:25:25 GMT -5
JUDAH NIETO
The fall of rain is distinctly unmusical, cacophony more than symphony, cascading down into the front yard of the Wailing House in what seemed more like sheets of water than individual raindrops. Judah was squinting, the water collected on his lashes blurring his vision (which wasnโt particularly good to begin with; he wore contacts). If anyone was out there hell if he could see them. The thought was vaguely unsettling, like feeling someone crawling up ones arm in the seconds before you look. It could be the wind, it could be a spider, and Judah Nieto didnโt plan on staying out here long enough to find out.
Just as he was going to turn back to open the door โ bam โ there hurrying out of the downpour was none other than Alexander Mosses. Well, it could be worse. At least it wasnโt a cop. Was Judah exactly fond of Alexander? No; back in High School Alex, Judah referred to him in the short, sometimes chopped it all the way down to Al if he was feeling particularly disinterested at the time, anyways, back in High School Alex was what the kids called โking of the schoolโ if such a thing existed. He was an athletic boy, rich and hotter than hell, often seen in the company of Indigo Bellefleur, whom many considered Godโs gift to womankind in her own right. Judah didnโt argue โ girl seemed to be made out of cornflowers and ebony on first glance. Anyone would pause if they saw her standing on the street corner. Her personality, on the other hand, was โ eh, not exactly the same pretty as her body.
(Did this defer men? Apparently not.)
Judah let his mouth curl into a forced half smile as Alex approached, raising one brow with genuine though conflated curiosity. โHey, manโ, buckaroo? Really? The word felt stale on his tongue. โDidnโt expect to see you out here.โ
Judah flipped his hair, turning back towards the front door of the house, lips pulled taught together in the moment he was not speaking. โNice weather weโre having here, eh?โ
The mix of rain and adrenaline was starting to sober Judah up โ which was a good thing, because being cross-faded around a ghost is probably not a good combination.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 12:27:47 GMT -5
[ ALEX IS SUCH A MESS OF A PERSON I LOVE HIM. Frankie is my daughter; I feel inclined to protect her. What a dear. A dangerous dear, but a dear nonetheless. ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 6, 2017 13:11:57 GMT -5
I'm gonna attempt to get up a starter sometime today but I have work at 2 plus I still gotta go grocery shopping and drive home and do hw so it might be tomorrow))
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Post by maple on Mar 6, 2017 13:21:35 GMT -5
[ i love judah. aw. im honestly so excited for this tbh ]
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Post by mags on Mar 6, 2017 13:48:11 GMT -5
indigo bellefleur kiss the old me goodbye, she's dead and gone dead and gone, oh - - โ - -
Indigo relished in the familiarity of a soft burn as the alcohol hit the back of her throat, and an almost-unnoticeable half-smirk toyed with the corners of her blood-red lips. She found herself clinging to the shadows as if they were a second skin, something that wasโฆrather distinctly out of character for High School Indigo. She was certainly known for being a bit of a snake in the grass, for being outwardly-flirtatious while withholding her internal, ulterior motives.
But tonight, she simply chose to observe the scene before her. After all, she had not been reunited with these people since the end of high school. It was merely curiosity that had both intrigued and motivated her into attending Vanessa Reganโs party. And so far, she had not been disappointed. Nothing seemed to have changed in the two years since Indigo Bellefleurโs graduation, much to her amusement.
Except for the fact that the former queen bee of Vautier High School now stood without her king.
Now, contrary to popular belief, Indigo Bellefleur was not sad about her breakup with Alexander Mosses. No. Not in the least. Even when it had happened, it had failed to leave her in any way depressed. Bewildered? Yes. But devastated? Um, hell no. If anything, she resented the fact that Alexander felt as if he could get someone better. And even after all of this time, those feelings still rang true for her.
But anyway. Now, Indigo was back and better than ever. And of course she noticed Alexโs presence at the party. After all, how could she not? She knew pretty much everyone who was there, and surely he, of all people, would have assumed that she would be in attendance. If not, well, then maybe it was just his turn to be blindsided.
She had no interest in approaching him. Nope. Not gonna happen. If he wished, he could just admire her from afar like everyone else. She refused to give him a second of her time.
The sound of some ignoramus yelling about a cop dragged her from her thoughts of bitter indignation.
Andโฆnormally, she might have just chanced it. Because honestly, the probability of the car barreling down the road being mislabeled seemed rather likely, with all of the people who were obviously not exactly in their right minds. But then she remembered that she was still only twenty. Not yet legal. Ha, yeah, she wasnโt really in the mood to get busted for underaged drinking. Even if she was still decently-sober. (Key word: decently.)
So, accompanying pretty much everyone else at the party, she ran. Sprinted, really. At a speed of which she never thought herself capable (though it was entirely possible that she actually wasnโt going that fast at all). Through the woods, through the marshy, sopping wet undergrowth, ignoring the fact that her shoes were literally sloshing with every step. Her normally-wavy locks now fell flat, and strands of dark hair hair clung to her cheeks and neck as she continued to run, not looking back until she actually thought she might die because she had forgotten to breathe.
It was only then when she paused to survey her surroundings. Only the sounds of the sheets of rain pounding the pavement beneath her feet โ she hadnโt even noticed that she had exited the forest โ were audible around her. As far as she could tell, she was alone. In the midst of the bucketing downpour. Wonderful.
She squinted her icy, blue eyes, now regretting the fact that she had failed to wear waterproof mascara, though honestly, it probably would not have helped much in weather of this magnitude. But, whatever. She would just have to ignore the fact that she probably closely resembled an overgrown raccoon right about now. Her gaze flicked from street corner to street corner as she tentatively took a few steps forward, raising a hand in a rather feeble attempt to shield her eyes from the rain.
And thenโฆthen she noticed it.
The Wailing House. Arguably the most notorious source of ghost stories and nightmares from her childhood. Had she ever actually seen it in person? A couple of times. But never from thisโฆclose. It was eerie, really, and if not for the fact that she was now shaking like a leaf due to her clothes being entirely soaked through, she might not have had the courage to approach it. (The whiskey certainly helped.)
The porch groaned beneath her feet, and as she stepped closer, slowly reaching for the knob, she found herself second-guessing everything about what she was doing. Was she really that desperate to escape the rain? Did she really believe the stories about this place? Eh, she didnโt know. But her underlying inquisitiveness won the battle.
Slowly, the knob turned, and the door creaked open.
And when she stepped inside, away from the storm, she heardโฆvoices? But not those of ghosts. Familiar voices. Ones she had heard all too many times before.
It took every single ounce of self-control to contain her disdain for the scene unfolding before her.
Judah Nieto, Frankie Heath (or was her name Andy? Oh well, Indigo didnโt really care. Semantics), and the one and only Alexander Mosses. Dear god, what had Indigo Bellefleur possibly done to deserve this?
She closed the door sharply behind her, and anyone who was not previously aware of her presence would certainly know now.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 14:39:59 GMT -5
[ oh my goodness mags your writing kills me, slays me dead, deader than dead, like a dead zombie; double dead. and Indigo. What a GAL. ]
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Post by mags on Mar 6, 2017 14:52:10 GMT -5
( BRI U ARE TOO SWEET OMG <3 indigo's literally still So Bitter it's so funny )
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 6, 2017 14:56:11 GMT -5
Skylar Brennan
When it came to sneaking out of the house after curfew, Skylar considered herself to be a pro. She had never been caught; she always slipped out after her parents had fallen asleep, and was always back before they rose. Once, she had come close, but in the end, she always managed to be home on time. She showered, did her hair, her teeth, and bid her parents goodnight. The moment her door was closed, she stripped from her pajamas and pulled on the pair of jeans and the t-shirt that she had set aside for herself that night. Then she lay awake in bed, silent and still, watching the meager strip of light that shone beneath the crack in the bedroom door. Her mother retired first, bidding her husband goodnight. Her father slipped off to bed a half hour later, turning off the TV and shutting off all of the lights. Skylar waited. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Finally she leaped from her bed, relieved, and hustled to the window, quietly unlocking it and sliding the glass pane open. Removing the security screen, she set it silently on the floor beside the window, grabbed her hoodie and camera, and slipped out into the night.
She retrieved her bike from where she had stashed it, behind a mammoth sized bush at the side of her house. Mounting, she cruised ten minutes down the road, to the house where Vanessa Regan held her party.
Had Skylar been invited? Debatable. She'd heard one of the seniors at school, a friend of Vanessa Regan herself (or so he claimed) talking about it to a friend. He had mentioned an address. Ergo, Skylar had considered herself pretty much invited, though it was never intended, she was sure, that a sixteen year old would attend. That became clear the second she arrived, tucking her bike behind another bush. She had expected there to be alcohol, considering that it was a college kids' party, but she hadn't been expecting there to be so much. Not to mention that she was pretty sure that what the pair of kids out front were smoking wasn't tobacco. While she had dealt with alcohol before, she hadn't been at a party with technically illegal drugs. Yikes.
Still, she had fun. At some point she'd managed to find a kid who'd been willing to give her beer, and through the course of the party she'd had three cans of Coors Light. She was getting pretty buzzed, and had just started to really let loose when someone yelled cops!
And so, she ran. She was pretty sure that a breathalyzer would've put her BAC over the legal limit, and when your dad was a high ranking cop, that wasn't something you wanted found out. So she sprinted for the woods out back, laughing with the thrill of being chased as well as the buzz of alcohol. She had no idea where she was going, and as such she followed the guy out in front of her, whose wild curls bounced as he ran. By the time she followed him out into the open, she was soaked to the skin, and no longer very happy with life. She slowed, panting, as she took in her surroundings. The street signs put her at the corner of Clove Lane and Willow Drive. She gazed up at the house on the corner lot, obviously abandoned, cold and dark and forbidding. The Wailing house, they called it.
She actually scoffed at that. Wailing house, her butt. She walked by the place twice a day on her way to and from school, and she'd never heard any wailing. It was just another abandoned house on the street corner, one with a bullpoop story behind it. It would also provide her shelter from the rain. Deciding that it was best for her to wait out the storm, she hurried across the street and up the drive to the front porch. Opening the door, she pushed her way inside, only to find the space already occupied by four college kids who probably weren't about to give a second thought to the fact that she was there. So, shrugging, she made her way over to the window, leaning against the sill and examining the group. The wild-haired kid that she had followed was here, along with another guy and two girls. One of these girls was rather attractive, and Skylar found herself staring in awe. Now, here was a girl who had to have been part of the popular crowd. There was absolutely no way that she wasn't.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Mar 6, 2017 14:56:26 GMT -5
(Sorry my posts suck compared to everyone else's. ^^') Alexander stood silently in the darkness for a moment, as he was letting where he was fully focus in. Not, the fact he was at a haunted house, but the fact he had been trying to better himself. Despite his efforts of self improvement he stood here soaked in rain water, and a bag of illegal substance in his pocket. All this so he could have a few moments with the cute hippie girl. His actions disappointed himself more than anything. However while deep down he was a mess of self loathing, he didn't plan on showing it to his new friend for this evening.
"Yeah, man very lovely." Alexander commented as he waited for Judah to lead the way inside the foreboding building. Alexander was only scared of two things at the moment, getting a criminal record, and his hair to keep getting wet. He wasn't fond of the idea of getting sick when he had a big fight coming up tomorrow. "So lovely that I vote we get inside." He added as he walked closer in hopes of being inside sooner rather than later. However before that he stopped for a second reaching in his pocket grabbing the substance that could land him in the slammer. 'If I'mma be staying in a haunted house, might as well be high.' He thought as he dug in the baggy taking out a few mushrooms that had been hiding inside the bag.
Alexander wasn't normally a man who would partake in such things as drugs, that was until a few years ago when the mid-life crisis struck. He wasn't a hard user, at least to the point where he didn't have Judah's phone number for a hook up. No he merely only partook with the substances found there way to him, like tonight. "Wonder if we'll see a ghost." He laughed slightly as he found his way inside the house.
That was when the man laid eyes on the others who had made their way to the same hideout he had followed Judah to. Franky, yes he tended to call her that just because he liked annoying her, was here. Though his eyes soon went to his ex for a split second. He didn't pay her much mind, her presence didn't annoy him. He would simply act as if she wasn't here. In fact that was what he did, while every seemed to be greeting their fellow lawbreakers, Alex found his way to a corner to finish off his little treats. Maybe if he ate enough he'd see infamous ghosts who haunted this building.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 15:22:35 GMT -5
[ Indigo's bitterness fuels me. I'm really excited to see how she reacts to everything that happens. SKYLER, LOVE OF MY LIFE, SWEET SASS MASTER. i've missed her. your posts are great, Ren. Alex is such a character. i'll get a response up later! i'm thinking i'll give it a day for the characters to start interacting and exploring the building before really getting the action started; i also want to give it another day to see if anyone claims the other three main roles, especially since one of them will play a major role in the beginning. ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 6, 2017 15:45:31 GMT -5
I may actually have a char idea for the high priestess, if that role could be taken by a guy?))
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Mar 6, 2017 15:52:11 GMT -5
(If we can claim two, I got a good Sun character idea~ In fact... now that I think about it I really wanna make this character. xD) [/Edit I decided to type em up just for fun~] [Sun(big ten/supporting character)]
Insaneโฒ Funny โผ Determined Thomas Mosses
[22 (Senior in college) [personality: How does one describe Thomas Mosses? The older brother of the king of high school. Everyone knows who his brother is, and what's he about. However when you look at the older brother of the two no one knows who this insane man truly is. This is caused by the fact he is always engrossed in his characters. In fact no one has ever met the real Thomas. he is always in a character. However during his year as a junior in high school he had decided to keep being a character he played in a play. A insane man who thinks himself a god. He laughs, and talks in a weird accent that drives most people off, and he always acts weird. This is a way for him to be known as something more than Alexander's big brother. He wanted people to look at him, and see something more. So as he would put he is here to enlighten everyone with his broken brilliance. However when he plays a role in a play he changes into a different character. Basically he's a method actor who truly wishes to become the roles he plays. Though he favors the broken persona.
Thomas isn't a attractive guy like his younger brother. He isn't fat, but he isn't skinny either he has some meat on his bones, and a small gut. He has long hair like his brother with dye in the left side of hair like his younger brother, however Thomas uses white dye instead of blonde. His hair is more wild then Alexander's tamed mane. He also has a beard that is quite scruffy. He looks more like he's in his thirties than in his early twenties. He changes his appearance when he is playing a different character. Though most of the time he rocks the broken appearance of looking unhinged, and insane.
Ren
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...โ
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Post by Kurai on Mar 6, 2017 16:10:15 GMT -5
Brinnshana Drossel
For the past few weeks Brinn had done nothing but study, and sit exams, and drink copious amounts of coffee until she was so wired she could barely sit still. It was how she spent a large majority of her time and she was beginning to understand why most hermits went crazy. She needed to socialize desperately so rumors of a party reached her ears she decided to do something quite wholly out of character and gatecrash. Now parties had never really been the redheads scene. Not through personal choice, more for the fact she never got invited. Technically she hadn't been invited to this one either, in fact she was certain Vanessa Regan didn't even know she existed. She had always heard that these parties were the highlight of the High School social calendar, and she remembered her promise to herself at the beginning of the year to at least try and make friends and act like a normal teenager. Now attending parties was normal practice for most people her age and getting ready was second nature. Brinn however didn't know anything about what to wear or how to act, or if you needed to take a gift. By the time it came to leaving for said party she had almost pulled her hair out with stress. Despite assurances from her ride that she looked fine her anxiety wouldn't be quelled and only when they arrived and a rather strong drink was forced in to her hand did she begin to relax.
Five or six drinks down the line she had loosened up and was chatting happily to a group of people who had attended the same high school, yet had absoloutely no idea who she was. She found it kind of amusing really, she could almost reinvent herself as someone totally new. For someone who was rather new to the concept of alcohol she could certainly hold her own and only started to feel the effects on the inevitable visit to the bathroom that too much alcohol was always accompanied by. Still she had enough wits to check her make-up and run her fingers through her copper red hair. From beyond the door the sound of muffled commotion reached her ears and when she rejoined the now bustling crowd it took her a moment to realise what was going on. Someone in the crowd called out about the approaching trouble and like rats the guests began to scatter. Forced from the house by the pulsing crowd, red solo cup still clenched in her hand, and now drenched by the downpour.
Regular offenders knew how to avoid detection and it was after one of those she followed, long legs carrying her easily despite her heeled boots sinking in to the waterlogged lawn. Who she was pursuing she didn't know, it was hard to tell from this distance and whilst being pelted by ice cold rain that stung her skin like shards of glass. Only when they broke from the treeline before an ominous structure did she realise just where she had been led. Now Brinn had never had any reason to believe in the paranormal, her only experience had been with those crappy movies where you sat and screamed at the protagonists for making stupid decisions. Now she got the sinking feeling that she was about to find herself in an oddly familiar situation. Sirens blared somewhere close by and her desire to avoid capture for something so foolish was stronger than her basic common sense. With that thought process quickly flashing through her mind she covered the last of the distance, more perturbed by the incessant pounding of the rain which had soaked her to the bone, plastering her hair and her clothes to her porcelain skin.
The faces were easily recognisable, faces she would never have thought she would be associated with. Rather bizarrely being faced with some of the best known kids in high school was more unnerving than standing on the porch of a supposedly haunted house. She had dropped her cup in the blind sprint to get here and was now wishing desperately that she hadn't, she could have used the alcohol to at least imitate confidence. How did one greet another in a situation such as this? She had no clue and just opted to incline her head in greeting to the others who had found their way out of the rain and in to this rather more interesting situation.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 16:48:10 GMT -5
Ohmygoodness Thomas kills me. A method actor who takes his role a couple steps too far, I am DEAD. Yeah, the high preistess can definitely be a guy Aviva! Id actually prefer that so we can even out the guy-girl ratio!)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Mar 6, 2017 16:55:43 GMT -5
(Phew I was worried he'd get turned down, for being too insane~ xD I've been wanting to rp this guy for awhile now. ^^ )
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 6, 2017 16:56:41 GMT -5
Cool. The character I have in mind is literally hippie jesus. You'll love him))
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 17:08:49 GMT -5
( an insane character always adds a little spice to the mix lol, especially in a ghost story. I might not use the picture for him though, he looks a bit too Straight Out Of The Shining right there lol! And yesssss, Hippie Jesus, my ideal man <333 I'm sure Judah will probably enjoy him. )
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 17:25:52 GMT -5
[ i'm so excited to see how sweet, awkward little Brinn is going to cope. i really love your writing, btw! Let me go ahead and get Judah's response up~]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 17:33:27 GMT -5
[ so am i! i haven't written anything other than essays in three months, so this is a refreshing reintroduction to creative writing u-u ]
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Post by mags on Mar 6, 2017 17:35:42 GMT -5
( i'm way too excited for this i Love everyone's characters so much )
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 6, 2017 18:09:06 GMT -5
JUDAH NIETO
โWell it looks like the party up and moved hereโ, Judah announced, looking around at the other faces that were already occupying the Wailing House. They must have come in the back door while he was distracted by watching the rain and the sudden appearance of Alexander freaking Mosses. โYou know, Iโve always wanted to smoke here.โ Judah also had the predisposition to be rather chatty; it came with the whole โcooler than thouโ persona. โJust creepy enough to still be fun.โ
The building seemed water tight enough, for the moment. Though it was an old wooden structure it had remained surprisingly intact throughout the years. Right now they seemed to be standing in what was the old living room; there were two couches in the shape of an โLโ facing the large front window, so frosted with age and clouded with rain that one could not see but several inches out of it. The room was connected to what looked like a kitchen, judging by the old gas stove and dining sized wooden table sitting in the foyer. Behind them was a hallway, leading towards the back of the house, and off of the hallway a set of stairs leading to presumably the second floor. There were two doors off of the hallways; one slightly creaked open, the other shut. Blue light shone in through the windows, casting the entire house in a soft, eerie glow. Judah suppresses a slight itch at the back of his neck; something about the building seemed off. He wasnโt sure what, but it did. He almost felt like he was being watched. It had to be purely psychological. Like the Tower of Terror at Disney; there was nothing to be afraid of here. Itโs just a house. Just a house. Yeah, someone was murdered here, but like, the house had nothing to do with it. Lots of people died lots of places. This one was no different.
And so he looks over at the other people in the group. It was an odd cast, thatโs certain. The first person to jump out at him was Indigo Bellefluer who, speak of the devil, he was just musing about several seconds earlier. Oh how awkward this must be for good ol Al. Judah never bothered to catch up on their drama; he had never been particularly interested. As stated, people tended to annoy him. Petty drama, which was their signature calling card, only made it worse. Granted, Judah wasnโt exactly complaining about Indigoโs presence. Ok, yeah, he kind of was, but only the โherโ part of it; if she just stood there and looked beautiful he would have no problem. Indigo was a snake of a girl, beautiful and shimmering but venomous. You might want to get close to her, touch her even, feel the silk of her scales and unblinking blue eyes, but she would inevitably bite. Judah might be a fool, but not so much as to fool around with Indigo.
The other two people he knew less. Both were ginger girls, neither he had ever seen before. One of them looked little older than a child. Goodnessโฆ she might very well be a child. How did a kid end up here? Did she come from the party? Was Vanessa in the habit of inviting kids to her events nowadays? Goodness, he never had much faith in the girl, but this was low, even for her. (I mean, he went to Vanessaโs parties when they were probably this girls age, but Judah wasnโt really thinking about that right now.)
Instead he throws a glance over at Alex. โBro, probably not a good idea to be doing shrooms right now. You ever done them before? If theyโre any quality youโre gonna be gone for like, a day, and I donโt really feel like taking care of your high *ssโ. Judah pauses, corner of his mouth quirking. โThough Indy over there is probably used to it.โ
Judah had never cared much, outwardly, for his reputation. He was the sort who carried with him the confidence that allowed him to make a fool of himself because he knew, eventually, no matter who he pissed off, they would come crawling back to him. Perks of being one of the few dealers in an abysmally small town such as Vautier. Ahti was the only person Judah knew who interacted directly with suppliers, and Judah always got the best deal; years of friendship come with a lot of benefits. Some of them not as straight forward as cheap drugs, yeah, but plenty enough. (Judah wondered if he would still be friends with Ahti if not for the convenience that he offered; he was sure he would. They got along sublimely, for sure, and he was a great smoking buddy. But โ Judah often wondered how many of his friends were genuine and how many only used him for his direct link with โthat good stuffโ. Not that Judah cared about having a ton of friends, anyways, because he didnโt. People had the tendency to let you down in a way that weed never would.)
โSo, like, we all just gonna hole up here until the rain is gone? That the plan?โ
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 6, 2017 19:16:05 GMT -5
[The High Priestess (big ten/supporting character)]
trait โฒ trait โผ trait Angel Ruiz
[20 (year in college/ HS if fool or supporting character) [personality: should be long enough that we have adequate information about the character, but short enough that people will still read it. Think 8-10 sentences] [appearance: about the same as personality, just, you know, about how they look] Aviva
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