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Post by maple on Mar 7, 2017 14:30:07 GMT -5
[ hey !! it's snowing at my house and it never snows in march here ]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 7, 2017 15:27:39 GMT -5
(YO! Snow!!! Count me jealous! It never snows in March here either - granted I love in Florida so it never snows period. )
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 7, 2017 15:35:04 GMT -5
It never snows in Arizona either, the only difference is that I'm rather happy to live without snow
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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 7, 2017 17:43:01 GMT -5
Brinnshana Drossel
People began to move their own ways, exploring their spooky surroundings and Brinn too was drawn by curiosity. She moved around the living area, lost in her own thoughts, imagining what could have possibly happened here. Of course like anyone who grew up in this own she knew the stories, but outside of horror films she had no reason to believe in ghosts. However something had forced people away from this building, abandoning all of their belongings. Ignoring the others around her, not intending to be rude but finding she really had nothing to say to any of these people, she wouldn't even know where to begin so opted instead to wander about the house a little more.
Now it was not something she would often admit but those B list horror films were somewhat of a guilty pleasure, something she sat and watched late at night to amuse herself. This place could easily be the set of one of those movies, even the ambient creaking of floorboards underfoot seemed oddly staged. She too decided to climb the stairs, although a little more cautiously than Judah who had ascended a few moments before. Pausing at the top as though she expected to walk in to some horrific murder scene. In fact the house was quite pleasant, the architecture was certainly unique and although she would have perhaps chosen a subtler paint the white was an interesting surprise.
"City hospital eat your heart out." She muttered below her breath. That was exactly what the chosen decor reminded her of. Sterile hospital rooms, devoid of colour, bleached white. Here though there was not scent of disinfectant, only a stale smell and a foreboding sense of abandonment. She shivered, her bodies reminder she was trapped in sodden wet clothes and although the night hadn't been overwhelmingly cold she found a chill seeping in to her skin. Perhaps the rain would stop soon and they could all go their separate ways, never again speaking of this rather unusual gathering, perhaps they would be stuck here till morning when the cops had returned to their stations, satisfied they had wrangled all of the party stragglers. Either way it certainly had the potential to be interesting.
She was lost somewhere in that train of thought when a sudden crash sounded from somewhere below. Had she not been daydreaming she would likely have been fine, but seeing as her mind had been filled with the thoughts of staying in a supposedly haunted house overnight she proceeded to jump out of her skin. An embarrassing little squeak escaped her lips and instantly her cheeks flushed red, thank goodness it was dark in here and that only Judah was around to have noticed. Heck if she was going to start at every little noise she was going to have heart failure.
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Post by maple on Mar 7, 2017 17:59:36 GMT -5
[ here in washington the weather is literally never predictable. like one day it might be 60 degrees and sunny and the next it's freezing cold and raining ]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 7, 2017 20:45:15 GMT -5
JUDAH NIETO
Judah wandered down the hallway, slowly, almost at a tip-toe, as if he were a child stealing away in a place he very much so did not belong. The doors in this hallway were as white as the walls; when he placed a hand on one they looked almost anemic, wasting away under his touch. The persistent blue lighting did nothing to help the already eerie atmosphere โ it looked almost chemical, as if there were a fog hanging around them, a physical manifestation of the thickening silence. Judah could hear himself breathe, each footstep seemed a thundercrack against the blank, white quiet. He continued on walking down the hall, letting his hand trace against the wall as he moved. It was smooth, oddly so, as if someone had lathered the walls with multiple layers of paint to the point where one could not even feel what the original foundation was made out of. His observation was fleeting, cast aside when he reached the first door.
He tried the handle. Locked. Odd.
Whatever. He turned around to try the door on the other side of the hallway when โ fatherwhoartinheavenholybethyname, thereโs someone behind him Judah didnโt believe in ghost stories this house definitely wasnโt haunted couldnโt be haunted ghosts arenโt real ghosts arenโt real theyโre just a figment of your imagination, Judah, get a grip man that was probably nothing you probably imagined it the crash was probably just Alex freaking Mosses tripping over a pan while trying to impress Indigo or one of the other chicks maybe he was into high school girls ew ew ew โ there was a barely audible gasp several feet behind him. Judah spun around on reflex.
โHoly sh*tโ, it was just the ginger girl. The one Judah had never seen before, who, know that he thought about it, hopefully wasnโt a murderer or anything. She didnโt look the type, though, if there even was a type to, like, be predisposed to kill people. She was pretty, objectively, slender like a willow branch with hair like candlelight, glowing even in the moonwashed blue haze. She couldnโt have gone to school with them; Judah certainly did not know everyone from Vautier High, but he is equally as certain that he would have noticed her in the halls. Not that he was gawking at her, or anything - Judah Nieto did not gawk โ but she was beautiful. Maybe she had a huge glo-up in college. Who knows. โI thought you were a ghost for a second there.โ
โGuess alcohol makes me jumpy.โ Judah chuckled, scratched the side of his face where a light stubble was beginning to form. He reminded himself to shave when they got back. โUh, I donโt think I ever caught your name, actually.โ
He paused. โIโm Judah. By the way. Unless you didnโt know.โ
And, after another pause. โDid you go to Vautier? Sorry, weird question, I just, I donโt think I ever saw you around and like, you know, small town.โ
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Mar 7, 2017 21:44:28 GMT -5
Thomas Mosses:
Of course the man didn't heed the warnings anyone might have spoken. He was going into that basement, and nothing would stop him. The seven deities could be waiting for him down in the depths of the basement. If not thy, then something was bound to be down... Something that would be absolutely marvelous. He walked down the dark, and foreboding hallway peaceful his breathing was normal showing no signs of fear for quite frankly he wasn't scared. It was a house that could just so happen have some ghosts inside it. To most people that would be a bad thing, but not he. Nay the idea of a ghost encounter made him quite happy. For multiple reasons maybe he could befriend it, and take over the world. Oh how that would be so marvelous. Though maybe it'd attack him, and he'd be forced to delete the thing, how he had no clue. However his broken brilliance would come up with some way if it needed to be.
Reaching the door he extended his hand feeling the cold doorknob. It was dusty, and you could tell no one went this way. I mean it was a basement was kind of lunatic goes hunting these down.... Well not counting himself. Turning the knob he half expected it to be locked, however nay it opened with creak revealing a dark pathway down in the depths. What could await? A normal basement, the depths of the underworld, a demon that size of a gorilla, or maybe the seven deities themselves lived within the casket of the basement. However as he was about to head downstairs he stopped as if he was in a video game, and the warning of no light source came on. Most people would just pull out their phones, but alas the crazy man did not have a phone for he never needed one.
Sighing he backed away poking his head in thought before gasping as he came up with an idea. He was in a house with a bunch of people, most of which should have a phone. So the man ran like a rhino back in the living room looking at them all. This was like picking a partner to him so he was quite excited. He doubted someone would just let him have there phone, he'd probably have to talk them into coming with him. So he scanned the faces of everyone wondering who'd even be willing to travel with him to hell... His eyes went wide as Frankie came into his view. Surely she would be the most brave out of his current options.
So now came the hard part of talking her into coming with him, he had never really spoken to her specifically so this would be the first. Tip toeing over to her he stopped at about a arms length from. "You, devil girl." He greeted pointing at her his normal grin on his face. "I would like to enlist thy devil services in having the honor of accompanying me into the depths of hell!" He told her as if he asking her to come with him to a amusement park instead of a basement inside a haunted house. "Now, before you say no! I'd like to inform you that the seven deities favor those who help their broken brilliance." He stated waiting for her response.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 7, 2017 22:23:28 GMT -5
[ I feel like Thomas is the kind of person who would run into a war zone because he thinks explosions are cool. ]
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Post by maple on Mar 7, 2017 23:01:15 GMT -5
[ thomas reminds me of someone i know lol. i've got to go stand out in the cold for two hours to watch a soccer practice but after that I'll work on something ]
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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 8, 2017 6:59:57 GMT -5
Brinnshanna Drossel
As if the atmosphere hadn't already been spooky enough the wind suddenly picked up and hammered the rain against the windows, a noise that seemed infinitely loud against the hushed quiet inside. Her embarrassment faded as the boy up ahead, who had been blissfully unaware of her presence spun to face her, before proceeding to curse loudly, jumping much like she had a moment before. She couldn't help but chuckle, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, I promise I'm not a ghost." Feline green eyes sparkled, reflecting the eerie blue glow that seemed to be a constant light source. She had begun to wonder if it was even the patrolling cop cars that were causing it or if it really was some paranormal glow.
"You and me both." She admitted, also blaming intoxication for making her so jumpy not yet willing to admit that this place gave her the creeps. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you. Thought the creaky stairs would have been a giveaway." She said softly, casting her eyes about them, down the whitewashed corridor with its icy atmosphere and sterile colour scheme. Now they had gotten over their start came the question she had been expecting. who was she?
When she had first begun to realise that no one from high school knew who she was she had been hurt, all of those years spent in a classroom for no one to even know your name was certainly an achievement. However as she had gotten older she had begun to find it funny, seeing it as an opportunity to reinvent herself. "I'm Brinn." Perhaps it was the way she introduced herself, teacher had been insistent on using her full name, or if they shortened it they would call her Shanna, a name she hated.
"Its not a weird question, I get asked it all the time. Yeah I was at Vautier, we actually had a few classes together." Her favourite part of these conversations was watching people try and remember, casting their minds back to those school years and trying to place her.
(Sorry it's short lost my original post and got lazy)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 12:27:16 GMT -5
nvm you can open my spot back up. I can't do this atm ahhh sorry for wasting your time. ;-;
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 8, 2017 13:25:59 GMT -5
[ don't worry, stat. i'm sorry to see you go, but i can understand why. ]
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Post by maple on Mar 8, 2017 19:19:29 GMT -5
[ hey!! i'm going to work on something asap but i need to workout first. how is everyone? ]
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Post by maple on Mar 8, 2017 20:19:50 GMT -5
[ i'm tired too & trapped inside because it's raining but I'm good! ]
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Post by maple on Mar 8, 2017 21:15:57 GMT -5
frankie heath.
The house reminded Frankie of her grandma's old home; it smelled like a fricken old person. But it wasn't just that, the layout was similar as were the furnishings, if it wasn't giving her a creepy feeling she might have felt nostalgic. The Wailing House sure was eery in it's own right, it seemed so empty and hollow, but at the same time it felt as if there was something else there. As crazy and ridiculous as that was, Frankie genuinely felt like she was being watched. How silly it was -- a spooky old shack that hadn't been lived in for years was giving Frankie Heath the jitters. She felt an immediate need to be loud or destructive or something, so the girl settled for tactfully peeling strips of damaged wallpaper from the living room wall, feeling satisfied as they fell to the floor in long strips. She actually became quite zoned into her task at hand, so much that she didn't notice Thomas until he spoke.
Jesus Christ. She jumped, giving him an obvious warning glare (she did not like sneaky people sneaking around and startling her. no thank you.), however, when he started to speak she furrowed her eyebrows -- notably impatient and to be honest rather bewildered. She didn't have time to deal with these people, what was he even babbling about?
(also, despite her lack of interest concerning most things, she found herself wondering about these "seven deities". how did this man come up with this stuff?)
"What the...?" she put a momentary stop to her robotic destruction of the wall, "Are you trying to seem like a psychotic freak or are you just being your normal self?" She crossed her arms, giving him a scrutinizing once over as she attempted to grasp what it was exactly he wanted. Enlist her services to accompany him to hell? Well, one thing was for certain: if Frankie was going to hell, she most certainly wasn't going with Thomas Mosses.
Her eyes trailed towards the kitchen from which he'd come, realizing what he had in mind. Oh hell no. Who in their right mind wanted to go gallivanting about in the dark basement of a "haunted" house at night? Even though she wasn't the superstitious type, she sure wasn't a fool. When Thomas continued his attempt at persuading her, Frankie returned back to her wallpaper with a frown. Why did he even want to do down there? To murder her? Summon demons? Ghost hunting? She chewed her lip, if she refused then wouldn't that make her a coward? That would make him braver than her, which Frankie most certainly wouldn't allow. She sighed with an exasperated roll of her eyes. "Fine, whatever," she spoke, straightening her shoulders in a business like manner, "but don't try anything you hear?"
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Post by maple on Mar 8, 2017 21:16:24 GMT -5
[eek that was sloppy ]
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Mar 8, 2017 23:19:00 GMT -5
Thomas Mosses "I assure you my dear, this is just how I act." Thomas replied to her question, at this point he wasn't lying either. His 'broken brilliance' persona was the personality he used the most so it might as well be his real one. Every time the woman spoke his smile kept getting wider, for he had no doubts in his mind that'd she turn him down. Who would dare turn such an invitation down? A chance at meeting the seven deities themselves, and if not that they'd at least get to hang out with the seven deities' favorite vessel. "Aahahah marvelous!" He replied with his catchphrase clapping his hands together at the woman's reply. He had no clue what she worried about from him, it wasn't as if he had ever attacked anyone. Not even in high school despite his weird personality he had never gotten into any violence, he always found a way to calm the situation down with words rather than fist. "No needed to be weird my dear lady devil! I am an absolute gentleman." He promised turning around to lead the way to the gateway to 'hell' as he kept calling it.
The track back was quicker this time as he knew where to go, and wasn't interested in anything else for at this point he really thought it was for sure the seven deities would be there. If they were he'd finally have another article to write on his blog. Most people who stumbled upon the vlog thought he was even crazier than the ones who just met him in real life. This was because by reading the blog people would truly understand he believed everything he said. It wasn't just lies he spat out, no he put thought into everything about his 'gods'. For example Friya the 'leader' of the seven has a ten page detailed introduction. Whilst every other member of the seven was just as detailed, if not even more.
Upon reaching the dark basement, that's door was opened he turned to face his new companion. "This is why I need your assistance my dear." He informed as he turned his gaze back to the door. "I do not possess a cellular device of the talking. Nor am I carrying a stick of light." He continued then took a step forward into the stairs. "No worries dear devil girl, I shall go first so you need not worry~" He declared not wanting to scare the girl off who clearly didn't trust him. Though he didn't blame her most others couldn't understand his absolute brilliance. "You shall soon meet your friends of the underworld." He speculated as part of him was half expecting to really go to the underworld, and well he truly believed Frankie to be a devil girl. That was why he liked her so much, as least as a companion. Having a child of the devil would mean he shouldn't have to worry about her running away, or hiding behind him if something happens.
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Post by maple on Mar 9, 2017 0:06:30 GMT -5
[ AGHH THOMAS I LOVE HIM HES SUCH A LITTLE WEIRDO ]
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Mar 9, 2017 0:33:48 GMT -5
(Lol thanks. He's based off a villain in a story I'm writing, and a professional wrestler's gimmick.)
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 9, 2017 12:46:37 GMT -5
JUDAH NIETO
Judah was never a big fan of horror movies. Why would you watch something for the sole purpose of being frightened? Now Judah wasnโt the worldโs leading expert on human behavior, but he was fairly certain that a fear response was usually considered bad. People gave themselves nightmares for the thrill of it? Granted, he supposed horror movies were, in that sense, a kind of legal drug. Movie werenโt exactly the same as a hallucinogen, but they certainly altered reality and played with the chemicals in oneโs brain almost as much as the actual chemicals did. Oh well. The only use Judah had ever found in horror movies was girls loved to cuddle during them; yeah, Judah could definitely protect them from the weird, scary โ er, Jack Nicholson with an axe? Anyways, Judah had horror movies to thank for many the high school hookup, so that was something.
He was less optimistic about his chances of hooking up in what might end up being an actual, real life, virus ridden internet advertisement flashing in your face, horror flick. Judah rationalized that he would probably die second. He was the only person here darker than a slice of white bread, which meant he wouldnโt die first or the directors be accused of racism, but he definitely wasnโt making it to the end of the movie. His hookup chances were about as abysmal as his living.
Indigo Bellefluer? Nah, he wouldnโt tap that if he had the chance. Was she beautiful? Yes. Did she probably have multiple diseases? Also yes.
Frankie, Andy, whatever they called her nowaday? Hot as hell. Would probably stab him if he flirted with her. Judah wasnโt exactly in the mood to get stabbed.
High School girl? Hell naw, that was creepy as f*ck.
And then there was โ what did she say her name was, goshdarnit alcohol and his decreased attention span, right โ Brinn. She was pretty in that elfin, narrow-hipped and thin-wristed kind of way. She could have been a bird โ or a model. Nevertheless, she did not seem the type to think hooking up in some creepy haunted house would be a good idea.
(Was it a good idea? No, no no no no no. Did Judah have a track record of acting on good ideas? Naw. )
โHuh. Guess I was too distracted by the house to noticeโ, Judah placed a hand in one pocket, casually, hooking the thumb on the outside. โSomeone drew like, a demon summoning circle thing on the window over there. People are weird.โ
With the revelation that they had actually been to high school together โ yeah, Judah could almost remember her. She had always been quiet. Really quiet. Like some sort of ghost haunting the back of the hallways, so unrecognized that he wondered if anyone else could see her. When no one gave signs they did, he forgot her too. Unfortunate. She seemed really sweet. โOh โ sh*t, sorry. I was kind of caught up in my own world back in the day.โ
He ran his thumb across the outside of his jeans. โNice to meet you now, Brinn.โ Judah looked back at the door he was basically leaned on. โCare to explore with me?โ
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 9, 2017 16:08:11 GMT -5
[ lol <3 he's not adorable he is a PROBLEM. and should probably be in jail. ]
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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 9, 2017 16:40:42 GMT -5
Brinnshana Drossel
Long legs carried her with her usual grace to the window, despite wearing heeled boots her footsteps were light and almost soundless. That was perhaps one of the reasons she was so forgettable, quiet in every way. She had never been outspoken, never been particularly good at anything that mattered but neither had she been bad at anything. She was the kind of person that got good grades, was picked in the middle when choosing sporting teams and had never been pretty, or ugly enough to draw attention. It had its benefits, it meant she got away with a hell of a lot.
She crouched a little to look for the marking the male had mentioned, running her hands gently over the carved wood. "Weird. Some kids must have broken in thinking they were funny." She suggested, her eyes flicking over the strangely familiar symbol. Her jade green eyes rose to look past the glass, watching as the rain painted trails over the panes. His words reached her from across the hallway and she looked back over her shoulder at him, a smile brightening her features. "Don't worry about it. So was everyone else." Her eyes sparkled with humor, seeming more green than usual as they reflected the soft blue glow. She remembered those days with crystal clarity, everyone wrapped up in themselves, their cliques and god only knew what else. No one really cared about anyone else, they were just using each other to further their own social status.
Perhaps now they were all a bit older they could put all that crap behind them, maybe they had learnt that being a 'cool kid' wasn't all that. She doubted some of the people downstairs wouldn't agree with that sentiment, but at least Judah seemed decent enough. "Nice to meet you too." She said moving back across the hallway, towards the unopened doors. "That sounds like a fantastic idea." She said with a small laugh. she imagined not all that many girls would be as excited to explore a haunted house, but she was firmly in the grasp of curiosity and eager to find out what it was that gave this place its name. She gave a small hand gesture to the male beside her, inviting him to open the door so they could continue their investigation.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Mar 9, 2017 17:13:27 GMT -5
[ BRINN IS SUCH A SWEETIE. the world is not good enough for her. ]
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