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@ Camp Flog Gnaw
You're Gonna Die In There
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@ Camp Flog Gnaw
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Saturday morning // Overcast // 54°
Saturday morning // Overcast // 54°
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AshleyTheNarwhal
@ Camp Flog Gnaw
S k y l a r
Our love is a bed of nails
Love hurts good on a bed of nails
I'll lay you down and when all else fails
I'll drive you like hammer on the bed of nails
Skylar's alarm radio started playing Alice Cooper, she humed softly to the song s she opened her eyes to see the dim light that was filling her room. Her room was in the attic with a window right over her bed. The room was pretty plain, besides the clothes and records laying everywhere. Skylar groaned as she sat up, brushing the the crust off her eyes She through on some sweat pants and rummaged around in her nightstand until she found her bowl and her baggie of bud.
She grabbed her phone and went down stairs, she didn't see if her brother was up yet or not...she felt like she was being watched though. She shrugged it off. The kitchen was empty. She went into the cabinet which was mostly bare besides some pancake mix. SHe through together the powder and milk and turned the stove on. She poured the batter in the skillet and while she waited for it to bubble she hopped up and sat on the counter and packed her bowl and took a couple hits.
She opened her phone to a music app and put on "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath she sang along while she made her pancakes. Once they were done she put the ones she made for her brother in the microwave and started eating hers at the counter. She looked out the window and smiled. She loved days like this..cloudy. She wasn't quite sure what to do next. It was Saturday she had a lot of possibilities.
It had been a week since her and her brother moved into the house. They didn't do all the work themselves their parents hired a moving and interior design company, all they had to do was make sure none of their shit got broken. She liked their house, but there was something about that made her slightly uneasy, especially at night. Most of the time she was too high to think much of it.
Skylar sighed as she made her way back upstairs, she needed to take a shower. She packed another bowl and brought it with her into the bathroom. The bathroom closest to her room had a huge standing shower with a wood floor. She undressed and took another hit of her bowl before turning on the water. "Sad Mans Tongue" by Volbeat was playing now. Every once in awhile she would step from the water to take a hit then she would go back in.
By the time she was done with her shower she was really high. Skylar went into her room and got dressed in a pair of jeans shorts and a black v neck and knee high black socks. She plopped down on her bed and stared at the ceiling listening to the music playing from her phone. Man, M&M's would be rad right now.....
Our love is a bed of nails
Love hurts good on a bed of nails
I'll lay you down and when all else fails
I'll drive you like hammer on the bed of nails
Skylar's alarm radio started playing Alice Cooper, she humed softly to the song s she opened her eyes to see the dim light that was filling her room. Her room was in the attic with a window right over her bed. The room was pretty plain, besides the clothes and records laying everywhere. Skylar groaned as she sat up, brushing the the crust off her eyes She through on some sweat pants and rummaged around in her nightstand until she found her bowl and her baggie of bud.
She grabbed her phone and went down stairs, she didn't see if her brother was up yet or not...she felt like she was being watched though. She shrugged it off. The kitchen was empty. She went into the cabinet which was mostly bare besides some pancake mix. SHe through together the powder and milk and turned the stove on. She poured the batter in the skillet and while she waited for it to bubble she hopped up and sat on the counter and packed her bowl and took a couple hits.
She opened her phone to a music app and put on "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath she sang along while she made her pancakes. Once they were done she put the ones she made for her brother in the microwave and started eating hers at the counter. She looked out the window and smiled. She loved days like this..cloudy. She wasn't quite sure what to do next. It was Saturday she had a lot of possibilities.
It had been a week since her and her brother moved into the house. They didn't do all the work themselves their parents hired a moving and interior design company, all they had to do was make sure none of their shit got broken. She liked their house, but there was something about that made her slightly uneasy, especially at night. Most of the time she was too high to think much of it.
Skylar sighed as she made her way back upstairs, she needed to take a shower. She packed another bowl and brought it with her into the bathroom. The bathroom closest to her room had a huge standing shower with a wood floor. She undressed and took another hit of her bowl before turning on the water. "Sad Mans Tongue" by Volbeat was playing now. Every once in awhile she would step from the water to take a hit then she would go back in.
By the time she was done with her shower she was really high. Skylar went into her room and got dressed in a pair of jeans shorts and a black v neck and knee high black socks. She plopped down on her bed and stared at the ceiling listening to the music playing from her phone. Man, M&M's would be rad right now.....
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"There will never be another one that dreams like you."
• • • A necklace was draped between his fingers, his head tilted as he admired the small trinket swing. God damn, he'd been stuck in that literal Hell Hole for 31 years boring years. Sure, scaring tenants was fun and all, but it would get old real fast. Same reactions, nothing crazy. Was he satisfied whenever he scared people shitless? Of course, but it wasn't enough. "Being trapped here for so long, you would think I would come up with something fun to do," he spoke to himself, dropping the necklace on the ground, hearing the dainty thing collide with the ground. "God. What the Hell, I'm even talking to myself," Trent groaned in annoyance, blowing his hair from his face as it crept its way onto it. Trent's eyes looked out into some trees, enjoying how everything looked so sullen. He'd been admiring the same stuff for days, weeks, not sleeping since, well, he was dead. There was a new family whose parents were barely even there. Two kids, no parents, and a haunted house. He chuckled at the thought, remembering the horror movie cliches that built its empire over the years. The ashes of his cigarette fell between his legs and onto the ground, silently bouncing and settling. From inside, he could hear the constant movement of someone who was finally awake. Trent spat the cig from his lips, crushing it under his foot as he stood.
Trent had been aware of the habits that were inside the home. Weed, rock music of his time, typical rebellious teen image that thrived. With his lips pursed, Trent looked in through the window, running his tongue against his top teeth as he grinned. Go time. The kid was probably too high to function right now, giving him the perfect opportunity to get in and mess with whatever new stuff was in there. He made his merry way inside, making sure to make as much noise as possible to strengthen the feeling of paranoia and unease within the home. "Ha. Who threw up all over the furniture?" His laugh was quiet, mainly directed to himself as he went through the different items they had laying around. Books. Newspaper. Random decor that made him want to go up to whoever planned all of this. Bright, modern, and something not even his granny would look at. But, despite the continuous criticism that he thought out in his head, Trent went on to look at everything else. Gross. He picked up a family picture, the smiling faces probably won't stay like that any longer.
He'd begun to whistle as he continued through the home, looking into the mirror every time he passed one. It was rare for him to not be in his human form, y'know, the normal one since he always liked to see how he still looked great after the many years.
Every time he'd go through the home, Trent would end up back in the Den where that asshole shot him. No matter what, he was always drawn to the place where he got a bullet in his head. "They chose a nice day to kill me. Friday the 13th. Asshole." Trent rolled his eyes as he continued to look around the den, fingers tracing against the numerous amount of books they had lining the walls. "Lucky day for me, eh," he ran a hand through his hair, eyes examining every object he came across, trying not to even look at the terrible wall color and seat prints. As he walked, Trent felt his foot catch onto something. Looking down, he carefully removed his foot from it - only to watch as the corner table fell. Luckily, he was quick enough to catch the vase and the lamp; the only thing he couldn't save was his own ass when he heard the loud thump that came from the table.
"God dammit!" Trent spoke in a hushed voice, lifting the small table up with his foot in attempts to get it back on its ugly feet.
Trent had been aware of the habits that were inside the home. Weed, rock music of his time, typical rebellious teen image that thrived. With his lips pursed, Trent looked in through the window, running his tongue against his top teeth as he grinned. Go time. The kid was probably too high to function right now, giving him the perfect opportunity to get in and mess with whatever new stuff was in there. He made his merry way inside, making sure to make as much noise as possible to strengthen the feeling of paranoia and unease within the home. "Ha. Who threw up all over the furniture?" His laugh was quiet, mainly directed to himself as he went through the different items they had laying around. Books. Newspaper. Random decor that made him want to go up to whoever planned all of this. Bright, modern, and something not even his granny would look at. But, despite the continuous criticism that he thought out in his head, Trent went on to look at everything else. Gross. He picked up a family picture, the smiling faces probably won't stay like that any longer.
He'd begun to whistle as he continued through the home, looking into the mirror every time he passed one. It was rare for him to not be in his human form, y'know, the normal one since he always liked to see how he still looked great after the many years.
Every time he'd go through the home, Trent would end up back in the Den where that asshole shot him. No matter what, he was always drawn to the place where he got a bullet in his head. "They chose a nice day to kill me. Friday the 13th. Asshole." Trent rolled his eyes as he continued to look around the den, fingers tracing against the numerous amount of books they had lining the walls. "Lucky day for me, eh," he ran a hand through his hair, eyes examining every object he came across, trying not to even look at the terrible wall color and seat prints. As he walked, Trent felt his foot catch onto something. Looking down, he carefully removed his foot from it - only to watch as the corner table fell. Luckily, he was quick enough to catch the vase and the lamp; the only thing he couldn't save was his own ass when he heard the loud thump that came from the table.
"God dammit!" Trent spoke in a hushed voice, lifting the small table up with his foot in attempts to get it back on its ugly feet.
MOOD: ANNOYED // THOUGHTS: DAMMIT. // LOCATION: DEN // COMPANY: N/A // TAGGED // OOC: WRITER'S BLOCK. DID IT ANYWAYS, THOUGH.
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Johnathan O'Hara
Everyday the days seem to be longer...maybe even run together. There wasn't much to do besides...well exist...barely. Johnathan sat against a wall in the den and looked at a picture he had of his parents between his fingers. It's something he had on him before he died. Looking at this picture often gave him comfort. He was startled by the sound of a key turning in the front door. He scrambled to hi feet and walked by the front door to see two teenagers walk through the door..the following them was a moving company. He walked back into the den. This isn't good. He could already feel the other spirits within the house stirring. But then after he thought about it for a moment...it was something to do. He just hoped they didn't end up like the previous tenants. He remained unseen and watched them moved in.
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Today was another cloudy and chilly morning in Maryland. He stood in the hallway upstairs looking out the window. He wished he could leave this house and be at peace...maybe see his parents again. The good thing was it was Early October so only a month before the spirits could leave for a day. Every year he leaved to go visit his parent's grave. He never saw them though, they moved on.
The sound of music suddenly turning on made hi turn around and look around. It must've been the girl's alarm clock. He didn't really mind the music the girl listened to...it was better than the "Wrap" the previous teenagers that lived there listened to. Her music just seemed angry. He made his way to her room in the attic, as soon as he got there she walked through him to go downstairs. What is that smell? She smokes Marijuana? He sighed and followed her into the kitchen where she started smoking and making breakfast. He sat at the counter and watched her. She was an interesting one.
The smell of Marijuana was pungent and he swore she blew her smoke right in his face. He didn't really mind though. Not that it would kill him. She reminded him of a girl he went to college with, she was very pretty. He wondered how old she was. She looked to be about 17 or 18. He really hoped none of the spirits hurt her, he would try his best to prevent harm.
Once she was done in the kitchen she went back upstairs, he heard her mumble something about a shower so he just stayed down here. Once she was gone he walked over to the microwave and saw the pancakes that were there. They smelled great. At this point he was visible. He started hearing noises from the other room. It was Trent making a ruckus. He heard Trent knock something over. He took a pancake and rolled it up and started eating it. He walked into the den to see Trent holding a bunch of stuff. He reached down and helped him put the table and stuff back where it was. "Why must you be so loud?" he said with a mouth full of pancake.
Everyday the days seem to be longer...maybe even run together. There wasn't much to do besides...well exist...barely. Johnathan sat against a wall in the den and looked at a picture he had of his parents between his fingers. It's something he had on him before he died. Looking at this picture often gave him comfort. He was startled by the sound of a key turning in the front door. He scrambled to hi feet and walked by the front door to see two teenagers walk through the door..the following them was a moving company. He walked back into the den. This isn't good. He could already feel the other spirits within the house stirring. But then after he thought about it for a moment...it was something to do. He just hoped they didn't end up like the previous tenants. He remained unseen and watched them moved in.
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Today was another cloudy and chilly morning in Maryland. He stood in the hallway upstairs looking out the window. He wished he could leave this house and be at peace...maybe see his parents again. The good thing was it was Early October so only a month before the spirits could leave for a day. Every year he leaved to go visit his parent's grave. He never saw them though, they moved on.
The sound of music suddenly turning on made hi turn around and look around. It must've been the girl's alarm clock. He didn't really mind the music the girl listened to...it was better than the "Wrap" the previous teenagers that lived there listened to. Her music just seemed angry. He made his way to her room in the attic, as soon as he got there she walked through him to go downstairs. What is that smell? She smokes Marijuana? He sighed and followed her into the kitchen where she started smoking and making breakfast. He sat at the counter and watched her. She was an interesting one.
The smell of Marijuana was pungent and he swore she blew her smoke right in his face. He didn't really mind though. Not that it would kill him. She reminded him of a girl he went to college with, she was very pretty. He wondered how old she was. She looked to be about 17 or 18. He really hoped none of the spirits hurt her, he would try his best to prevent harm.
Once she was done in the kitchen she went back upstairs, he heard her mumble something about a shower so he just stayed down here. Once she was gone he walked over to the microwave and saw the pancakes that were there. They smelled great. At this point he was visible. He started hearing noises from the other room. It was Trent making a ruckus. He heard Trent knock something over. He took a pancake and rolled it up and started eating it. He walked into the den to see Trent holding a bunch of stuff. He reached down and helped him put the table and stuff back where it was. "Why must you be so loud?" he said with a mouth full of pancake.
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Beatrice Made her way to the kitchen once she noticed the blonde teenage girl wasn't there, anymore. She sat on top of the counter swinging her legs back and forth, She wondered what she was going to do this morning. She jumped off the counter and decided to Do her morning routine. Which was to clear her face she did this even before She killed herself. She Walked to the cabinet and opened it grabbing Sugar, Baking Soda, Coco and Shea butter. She placed them on the counter and she walked back to the cabinet and grabbed a small bowl to put her ingredients inside. She opened the the boxes and poured them into the bowl she mixed them with the sliver spoon then she threw the spoon in the sink. She grabbed the boxes and threw them into the garbage then she put her finger in the bowl and placed the ingredient on her face. She smiled and when she was done placing all that was left in the bowl she placed the bowl in the sink and washed it, She probably shouldn't leave any trace. But then again she did use the ingredients and put them in the garbage that is probably noticeable but she shrugged it off.
She smelled her favorite food in the world. She smiled and sniffed and ended up to the microwave she opened it to find pancakes. Her eyes widened "Uh, Pancakes!" She whispered. She grabbed the plate and closed the microwave and she ran away with the plate full of pancakes.
"Shit!" She forgot a fork and the syrup.
She rolled her eyes and walked to the basement and placed the plate on top of the table which was covered with webs spiders running around it.
"Don't eat my pancakes" She pointed out to the spiders. "I'll be right back" and with that the Carmel girl walked up the steps and into the kitchen she grabbed a fork from the cup with spoons and other items. She then placed the girl in her mouth and opened the fridge and grabbed the syrup and she closed the fridge and started walking out the kitchen. As she was walking she noticed Trent and Jonthan in the den, She shocked her head and chuckled she gave them a little wave before heading back downstairs to the basement.
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One Thousand Club
Damon 'Demon' Patterson
Damon blinked heavy eyes open in a half heartened attempt to wake himself as his phone chirped on his night stand. Signaling a skype call. He was reaching for it and answering with sleep heavy limbs before his brain had even caught up with him and his friends found him tiredly blinking in confusion at them with a bemused smile. Trish, a blue haired punk, scoffed giving the others a pointed look."Told you he was still sleeping."
The other three dunked their heads sheepishly but quickly recovered and peered at him. Red and Fred, the red headed twins, had large smiles on their faces. "So, you gonna do something today bro? Or continue moping around the house."
Damon's brain was still slightly hazy but he still caught the teasing tone in the words. Glaring he forced himself to sit up. Running a hand through his wild bed head. "For your info I haven't been moping. I have been focusing on the task needed to be done. If they just happened to lead me staying here all day then so be it. "
"No, your so moping." Trish cut in. "After all we are to great for you not to be. "
"Whatever you say." Damon chuckled. Idly glancing at the time he shook his head to escape the last remnants of sleep and finally realized that the thick smell of marijuana and pancakes hung in the air. Skylar must be up. A bit early to be smoking but I suppose a hit wouldn't hurt. He may not smoke like he used to but he found marijuana and cigarettes were exceptions to his no drug rule. Especially in the morning. Grinning he forced his body to climb from his warm bed as he said teasingly. "I may be moping but I refuse to be teased about it this early. Instead I am going to go eat some pancakes and smoke with Skylar and leave you here to mope about not being here to get some. "
He laughed maniacally as they protested and ended the call. Throwing his phone on the bed he winced at the strain laughing had put on his throat. Right no laughing before your first drink of the day. Not bothering to change out of his pajamas, ie sleeping pants, or putting on a shirt he left his room. It was stationed on the second floor by the entrance to the attic and he could already hear Skylar's music. His room was mostly sound proof so he didn't hear it before. At least she has good taste.
Hearing his stomach growl he hurried down the stairs and enter the kitchen but was confused at the sight of no pancakes. Not even set aside in the microwave. Strange usually Skylar makes me some food when she cooks. Resisting the urge to sulk he went to pull out some waffles to make when a crash in the den distracted him. Eyes narrowing he cautiously made his way into the den. I could have sworn Skylar was already back in her room...
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@ Camp Flog Gnaw
S k y l a r
Skylar layed in her bed enjoying her high. Though it was probably around 11am it was dark outside due to the clods. She watched as they rolled b. She got lost in thought for a moment. She heard commotion downstairs but she figured it was Damon. He probably found his pancakes. She shrugged it off. She heard more noise. What the hell is he doing? Then what spooked her out was that she heard Damon come out of his room and go downstairs. Her heart sank. She slowly raised up from the bed. She walked over to the corner of her room and grabbed her hockey stick
She walked slowly towards the door and walked down the stairs into the hallway from her room. She walked by Damon's room which was empty. "Damon?" she whispered. She held her hockey stick close to her. She looked behind her and then forward again. She slowly walked down the stairs looking all around. Her heart was beating out of her chest.
She saw Damon walking in the kitchen and it made her slightly relieved she quietly walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder and grabbed him before he went into the den and pulled him into the kitchen. "Damon, I think there's someone in the house..." She said in a frantic whisper. Just then she heard the basement door shut which made her jump. She ran over to the kitchen drawer and grabbed a knife.
She had never been in this situation before ad she was scared. She was almost angry her parents weren't here..but also glad. If they made it out of this situation alive she would have to convince them to get her and Damon guns. Or a security system...either or. She reached for her pocket and didn't feel anything. "I left my phone upstairs...fuck." She looked at Damon she wasn't sure what to do.
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Skylar layed in her bed enjoying her high. Though it was probably around 11am it was dark outside due to the clods. She watched as they rolled b. She got lost in thought for a moment. She heard commotion downstairs but she figured it was Damon. He probably found his pancakes. She shrugged it off. She heard more noise. What the hell is he doing? Then what spooked her out was that she heard Damon come out of his room and go downstairs. Her heart sank. She slowly raised up from the bed. She walked over to the corner of her room and grabbed her hockey stick
She walked slowly towards the door and walked down the stairs into the hallway from her room. She walked by Damon's room which was empty. "Damon?" she whispered. She held her hockey stick close to her. She looked behind her and then forward again. She slowly walked down the stairs looking all around. Her heart was beating out of her chest.
She saw Damon walking in the kitchen and it made her slightly relieved she quietly walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder and grabbed him before he went into the den and pulled him into the kitchen. "Damon, I think there's someone in the house..." She said in a frantic whisper. Just then she heard the basement door shut which made her jump. She ran over to the kitchen drawer and grabbed a knife.
She had never been in this situation before ad she was scared. She was almost angry her parents weren't here..but also glad. If they made it out of this situation alive she would have to convince them to get her and Damon guns. Or a security system...either or. She reached for her pocket and didn't feel anything. "I left my phone upstairs...fuck." She looked at Damon she wasn't sure what to do.
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One Thousand Club
Damon 'Demon' Patterson
Damon tensed when he was grabbed but relaxed slightly when he realized it was his sister. Keeping an eye on the entrance to the den he cursed himself for not bringing his phone down with him. He had hoped he was wrong and that Skylar had been in the den. I guess that theory is out the window. Then again what would have happened if I entered the den before realizing I was wrong. I'm so idiotic I didn't think to grab a weapon. Even if I am sure I could do some damage without one. He thought grimly reaching for his own knife. He held onto it tightly as he began to grow anxious and maybe a tiny bit scared. He didn't scare easily but the thought that someone might be in the house, someone who could hurt Skylar or him, definitely scared him a little.
It also pissed him off.
Growling he had to restrain himself from barging into the den and took a deep steadying breath. "If we do survive this then we really need to invest in a security system. Or just a home phone. Maybe even a dog. A big one. As it is I left mine in my room. So calling the police is out. I'm all up for going into the den and taking them on if needed. Or we could sneak out one of the windows in here and run to a neighbors. Take the safe way out."
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Beatrice Burp as she finished her last pancake. She lifted up her shirt and rubbed her stomach and kicked her feet up on the table. Give a take or few she was done relaxing she got up and walked up the steps and turned the knob she heard two voices and she decided to approached them. Because her being ghost she could have the ability to make the living see her or sometimes not see her and she chose this time to not allow the two siblings to look at her. She studied the two, The blondie was pretty she smiled, She remember her blonde foster sister from just looking at the sight of this girl. Beatrice's foster sister was a bitch as well as the rest of the family, Beatrice smiled faded into a serious face as she thought of the torment in the past. She couldn't control the anger she had in her and she accidentally made herself visible.
"Fuck."
She sighed and palmed her forehead.
The two siblings were able to see her now. She knew they probably would freak out because of a girl who just Showed up in front of their eyes out of no where. She gave them a smile.
"Hi, I'm Beatrice" She smiled.
She put her hand out.
She put her hand back. "Oh, Right you guys probably can't touch me, Stupid me" She laughed then she stopped and realized these kids were not gonna laugh with her.
"Don't worry, You don't have to be afraid of me" She stated.
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Skylar looked at the windows in the kitchen, maybe Damon was on to something. Maybe just running away would be their best bet. She paced in a small circle in the kitchen, hockey stick in one hand knife in the other..as if she had any combat skills. She was shaking slightly. She wasn't quite sure what to do. For some reason her mind wandered back to a memory of her and Damon at a young age. Damon ran into her room because there was a monster in his closet. Since she was a year older than her brother and at the time taller she felt brave and went with him into his bedroom. She grabbed one of his plastic swords and held it in her right hand and held Damon's hand with the other. She swung open the closet door and stabbed into the clothes "killing" the monster. Once she has Damon back in bed he was still frightened so she decided to sleep with him that night to protect him. Skylar looked at Damon and still had that protective instinct even though he was bigger than her now.
She put the hockey stick on the counter and held the knife underhand. Ten in the corner of her eye she saw someone. She yanked Damon behind her holding the knife up. "Who the fuck are you? What are you doing in my house?" she said gripping the knife tighter. "Get the fuck out before I call the cops." If it came down to it she would kill this person..or so she thought. It was just a girl, she could probably take her...she was just glad it wasn't a grown man. The again it almost seemed as though she appeared out of nowhere. Then again she was so panicked she probably didn't even notice. "Get out!!!!" she yelled taking a step towards the girl.
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Skylar looked at the windows in the kitchen, maybe Damon was on to something. Maybe just running away would be their best bet. She paced in a small circle in the kitchen, hockey stick in one hand knife in the other..as if she had any combat skills. She was shaking slightly. She wasn't quite sure what to do. For some reason her mind wandered back to a memory of her and Damon at a young age. Damon ran into her room because there was a monster in his closet. Since she was a year older than her brother and at the time taller she felt brave and went with him into his bedroom. She grabbed one of his plastic swords and held it in her right hand and held Damon's hand with the other. She swung open the closet door and stabbed into the clothes "killing" the monster. Once she has Damon back in bed he was still frightened so she decided to sleep with him that night to protect him. Skylar looked at Damon and still had that protective instinct even though he was bigger than her now.
She put the hockey stick on the counter and held the knife underhand. Ten in the corner of her eye she saw someone. She yanked Damon behind her holding the knife up. "Who the fuck are you? What are you doing in my house?" she said gripping the knife tighter. "Get the fuck out before I call the cops." If it came down to it she would kill this person..or so she thought. It was just a girl, she could probably take her...she was just glad it wasn't a grown man. The again it almost seemed as though she appeared out of nowhere. Then again she was so panicked she probably didn't even notice. "Get out!!!!" she yelled taking a step towards the girl.
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One Thousand Club
Damon 'Demon' Patterson
Damon didn't like the thought of leaving their house to whoever broke in but knew that they could replace anything stolen should the thief get away before the police arrive. Their lives couldn't be replaced. He knew his sister was probably thinking that leaving was best as well as she paced. So he tensed keeping close to the windows in preparation to leave with his ears trained on the den.
So he was startled when a girl spoke behind him. Startled he twirled to face her as he raised his knife toward he before he could really register the fact that he hadn't heard her approach. How did she come into the kitchen so silently? Before he could speak he found himself being pulled behind his sisters smaller form as she stood before him protectively. Facing the girl down. He would have thought the picture they made was funny if it had been any other situation. As it was he appreciated the sentiment but knew he could probably defend them better as he had been in many fight before. Sighing he turned his gaze to the girl shifting to move in front of his sister when needed. He noticed her lack of weapon and smile in curiosity.
She doesn't look like a robber, he noted. Though I guess robbers don't have a specific look. He conceded eyes narrowing into a glare and grip tightening on his knife even as he lowered it slightly. He was still prepared to move should she attack but was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. For now. Though he was still angry and prepared to kill the girl should it be needed. Grabbing his sister's arm with his free hand he took a calmer approach as he spoke. Voice as cold as ice. "What are you doing here?"
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"There will never be another one that dreams like you."
• • • An awkward smile met his lips as his dapper "friend" had assisted him in the midst of the ruckus he'd caused, of course the graceful bastard had a mouth full of fluffy goodness. "Why must you be so loud?" His companion's words slithered in the air as the items were put back in their rightful places. "You know me. I'm not exactly the most quiet of assholes," Trent snorted at his own comment, looking up as he heard the constant shuffle between two people and a very unwelcomed guest. Trent turned his attention towards Johnny Boy, reaching upwards to pat the tall man's shoulder. "Too late to hide now, eh? C'mon, buddy boy," to him, it was time to make an entrance.. Like usual. With all of this commotion came a sense of exuberance that was nearly out of character for him. He was excited to interact with newer people, even if they could possibly be more fucked than him.
He walked towards the entrance of the den, poking his head out in order to listen in on the hostility that was taking place. "Geez, these kids must think they're hot shit or something," the man chuckled, running a hand through his hair, letting strands glide between his fingers. Shit. It's the kid. What's her name again? Trent rolled his eyes at the scene, convinced that the siblings were only fronting a useless, tough facade.
The bunch in the house wasn't short of interesting, that was for sure. These kids were already getting on his nerves just like everyone else who lived in the house prior. Well, they were quite alright for kids. He was just a bitter, people loathing asshole. He quietly watched their stances until he finally showed himself, his hands in the air. "Ha. Nice to meet you, too," he paused for a moment, remembering that if they knew that he and everyone else was dead, they'd probably start crying or something, "neighbors." His smile showed his pearly white teeth, accompanying his eyes and facial expression that actually only showed indifference in their contact. "Knife. Down. Now," he rose a brow at the bratty looking male, the smile gradually fading in the moments that passed.
He walked towards the entrance of the den, poking his head out in order to listen in on the hostility that was taking place. "Geez, these kids must think they're hot shit or something," the man chuckled, running a hand through his hair, letting strands glide between his fingers. Shit. It's the kid. What's her name again? Trent rolled his eyes at the scene, convinced that the siblings were only fronting a useless, tough facade.
The bunch in the house wasn't short of interesting, that was for sure. These kids were already getting on his nerves just like everyone else who lived in the house prior. Well, they were quite alright for kids. He was just a bitter, people loathing asshole. He quietly watched their stances until he finally showed himself, his hands in the air. "Ha. Nice to meet you, too," he paused for a moment, remembering that if they knew that he and everyone else was dead, they'd probably start crying or something, "neighbors." His smile showed his pearly white teeth, accompanying his eyes and facial expression that actually only showed indifference in their contact. "Knife. Down. Now," he rose a brow at the bratty looking male, the smile gradually fading in the moments that passed.
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Beatrice chuckled and she ran her fingers through her short curly hair. She then huffed and shook her head. "Blondie, I wouldn't test me if I were you it can get ugly real fast" She commented. She wasn't lying, Beatrice could be so cruel in a instant, For the sake of her and her brother's life, They better not try Beatrice. "And I'm going to need you guys to lower your weapons, I'm not a robber or anything like that. If anything I've been in this house longer than you so I should be the one kicking you out, but be glad I'm not-" Trent entered the kitchen making a Appereance she rolled her eyes. "Trent" She said giving him a smile yet a fake one, It probably was noticeable.
She jumped on top of the counter and swingers her legs back and forth, Clearly bored.
"So, Where are ya parents?" She asked.
"It's not really responsible to leave Two Teenagers in a house. In this house."
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Cindy had thus far been nowhere to be found, yet her presence was soon displayed as a soft but clearly irritated voice rang out across the lower floor of the house.
"Oh, for the love of all that is holy! Must you people all leave a trail of destruction in your wake?" The pretty young woman emerged from the den at that moment, cradling the unbroken vase in her arms-- heaven knows how she knew it was the one that Trent had almost dropped but saved at the last minute. From her attire it was clear she was playing housewife again.
"I just wish-- Oh!" Cindy's eyebrows shot up as she looked Sylar up and down almost critically, pursing her lips as if in distaste for a moment before gently setting the vase down on a nearby surface and curling her lips into as warm a smile as she could muster, even with the knife being waved. Truly, she didn't mind new tenants too much so long as they were tidy-- in fact, the men were often an amusement for her. However, this girl, though pretty and petite, seemed to have been smoking an awful substance that caused Cindy to wrinkle her nose and click her tongue, displeased.
"Hm, well. My name's Lucinda, doll, you can call me Cindy," She explained, as though this was a regular occurrence.
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One Thousand Club
Damon 'Demon' Patterson
Shit, there's more of them. Damon thought anxiously as more people appeared. He scowled at them as one, a man spoke. Telling him to put the knife down. It only made him raise it higher. "As far as I am aware neighbor's don't walk into each others houses uninvited. Especially neighbor's that don't know each other. So you want to try that again?"
Three to two. I don't like these odd's. Dammit! Damon resisted the urge to growl as another person appeared. This one a woman carrying the vase that usually sit's in the den. Make that four to two. Just how many is there? His anxiousness increased at the appearance of the new people. New threat's, his mind whispered. More people who could hurt Skylar. The thought of his sister in such danger had an immediate affect as his 'darker side' as it was dubbed kicked in. His friends described his darker side as almost a different personality after witnessing it when a gang tried to attack them. Triggered when a serious or unknown threat to those he cares about arises in a situation he can't control. It allow's his more logical and level headed side to take control and makes him more willing to do things he wouldn't otherwise. Allow's his hidden cold side to arise where otherwise it was rarely shown. Thus, making it easier to gain control of a situation and his emotions. However, it has the affect of making him feel almost emotionless except for lingering emotions and a few select emotions he isn't proud of. It led to his nickname, Demon.
His anxiety leveled out alongside his anger and fear until they were almost completely gone. His increased heart rate and breathing evened out to normal and he stood from the crouch he had fallen into feeling much more calmer and levelheaded. His grip on the knife lightened to a looser one and his expression smoothed into an emotionless mask as the knife fell to his side and his other hand let go of his sister as he assessed the situation. There are more of them but they don't hold themselves in a threatening manner. They do seem oddly relaxed considering there are knives pointed on them. So they definitely have a potential to be a threat. We can't escape now or contact the police so it's better to try and dispel the situation. When he spoke there was no emotion in his voice as he leveled a empty stare onto the intruders. "Not that I don't like random visitors, I don't like most of the invited visitors either, but why are you here? If you are robbers then your certainly an odd group. Can you introduce yourselves? Besides the two that has. I'm Damon and this is Skylar."
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She focused on the girl who seemed unaffected by the fact that she held a knife in her hand. She was taken back by the comment where she said this house more her than Skylar's. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off. This girl was weird. She saw another person come in the room from the corner of her eye, she started slightly panicking. How many people are there? She thought to herself. Her hands were shaky. Then another person came out. She looked at Damon with a "What the fuck is going on?" face. She turned back to all of the people ignoring their commands to put the knife down, which she sure as hell wasn't going to do. She wasn't sure what these people wanted or how the fuck they got in here. All the doors and windows were locked.
They claimed to be neighbors but people usually knock on the door and arrive with a pi or something to welcome new neighbors...not just throw a surprise party in their house with total strangers. She still felt uneasy about the whole situation. She gripped the knife still but lowered it bit. She grabbed Damon's hand and listened to him as he spoke...he seemed pretty calm, which calmed her down slightly. She looked at everyone. The first girl was...odd...the guy who entered second was odd....the woman who entered seemed the most normal.
"Our parents are on vacation." She said. "Now if you don't mind, Damon and I have things to do around the house. We will be happy to have a house warming party and invite you guys....we don't even mind if you guys want to come over....but knocking is a great new invention..it differentiates between a visit or breaking and entering into someone's home."
She let go of Damon's hand and walked slowly over to the front door and held it open "Please leave."
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She focused on the girl who seemed unaffected by the fact that she held a knife in her hand. She was taken back by the comment where she said this house more her than Skylar's. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off. This girl was weird. She saw another person come in the room from the corner of her eye, she started slightly panicking. How many people are there? She thought to herself. Her hands were shaky. Then another person came out. She looked at Damon with a "What the fuck is going on?" face. She turned back to all of the people ignoring their commands to put the knife down, which she sure as hell wasn't going to do. She wasn't sure what these people wanted or how the fuck they got in here. All the doors and windows were locked.
They claimed to be neighbors but people usually knock on the door and arrive with a pi or something to welcome new neighbors...not just throw a surprise party in their house with total strangers. She still felt uneasy about the whole situation. She gripped the knife still but lowered it bit. She grabbed Damon's hand and listened to him as he spoke...he seemed pretty calm, which calmed her down slightly. She looked at everyone. The first girl was...odd...the guy who entered second was odd....the woman who entered seemed the most normal.
"Our parents are on vacation." She said. "Now if you don't mind, Damon and I have things to do around the house. We will be happy to have a house warming party and invite you guys....we don't even mind if you guys want to come over....but knocking is a great new invention..it differentiates between a visit or breaking and entering into someone's home."
She let go of Damon's hand and walked slowly over to the front door and held it open "Please leave."
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Johnathan sighed when Trent patted him on the shoulder, there was no stopping him. Johnathan wished to have no part in scaring the living daylights out of these kids. She walked over to one on of the shelves and picked one of the books and sat down with it. He read silently while listening to all of the commotion. He wished there was something he could do. At least the didn't didn't realize everyone in their kitchen was actually dead..their body rotting somewhere either in the house or in some graveyard.
Sometimes he forgot he was dead due to how alive he still felt. He could still eat..he could touch things....feel things. A few years back he had actually slept with one of tenants. It had been awhile since he had felt a woman's touch. He didn't much care for any of the spirits here, I mean he sees them everyday. He kind of gets tired of the same people. He turned a page in his book and kept listening. Beatrice had a point.....why would parents leave their kids alone in a house like this with no security? It baffled him. Then again security would do them no good in this place.
Johnathan got up and put the book away. He went around to go upstairs, being careful to be quiet. He went into one of the rooms that was unoccupied
and layed down. He missed being able to sleep...Maybe that's what it felt like once your spirit moved on...peace. He ad so much time to read and think that's all he ever did.
Johnathan sighed when Trent patted him on the shoulder, there was no stopping him. Johnathan wished to have no part in scaring the living daylights out of these kids. She walked over to one on of the shelves and picked one of the books and sat down with it. He read silently while listening to all of the commotion. He wished there was something he could do. At least the didn't didn't realize everyone in their kitchen was actually dead..their body rotting somewhere either in the house or in some graveyard.
Sometimes he forgot he was dead due to how alive he still felt. He could still eat..he could touch things....feel things. A few years back he had actually slept with one of tenants. It had been awhile since he had felt a woman's touch. He didn't much care for any of the spirits here, I mean he sees them everyday. He kind of gets tired of the same people. He turned a page in his book and kept listening. Beatrice had a point.....why would parents leave their kids alone in a house like this with no security? It baffled him. Then again security would do them no good in this place.
Johnathan got up and put the book away. He went around to go upstairs, being careful to be quiet. He went into one of the rooms that was unoccupied
and layed down. He missed being able to sleep...Maybe that's what it felt like once your spirit moved on...peace. He ad so much time to read and think that's all he ever did.
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"Leave? If I were you I'd be warm and welcoming to guests in a new neighbourhood, but..." A smile crossed Cindy's face then, and she decided to play along. "I have errands to run, I suppose. I'll be back with a cake at some point, enjoy your day!" The blonde waved in a friendly manner before exiting the kitchen as if heading for the front door, but then turned and instead swept up the stairs, beginning to wander once again. As she trotted along she hummed softly and did vague little bits of tidying where they were needed, but not enough to disturb the new tenants' possessions in such a way that they would notice. She had never grown old enough to properly marry and become the housewife that she had always wanted to be, but that didn't stop her from cooking and cleaning during her endless free time-- she had never been able to clean her lover's house while she was still alive yet now that he and his wife were no longer around she was free to do as she pleased.
"Seems lonely in here," Cindy commented, poking her head around the door of the room that Jonathan was in, seeking some company for herself.
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"There will never be another one that dreams like you."
• • • More "people" flooded in, in the midst of the whole parade of confusion. Trent couldn't help but chuckle at Cindy who'd been holding the vase, doing the whole housewife act as if she really was one, "Cindy, 'sup cutie." He smirked, leaning against the wall. His eyes rolled as he heard their names and their angsty words, eyes wandering around as he spoke, "Trust me, we wouldn't rob you. It looks like an ugly furniture catalog threw up in here." The man shrugged, pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket and placing it between his lips. With a brow raised, Trent watched interaction between the people. The girl was sarcastic, but she needed o work on it. Not bad, though. He smiled, re-positioning the cig to the other side of his lips, "Don't you got babysitters or something? Parents shouldn't leave their... kids unattended." It took Trent's all to hold back from calling them brats. Ready for a smart ass response from them, Trent ran his fingers through his hair, watching as Cindy left their sights and the blondies directed them to the door.
Pushing himself off of the wall, Trent bowed, pulling a lighter out to finally light - what his mother called - the "cancer stick." He licked his bottom lip, walking towards the door, "as you wish, Princess. See 'ya 'round." As he walked, Trent snorted the girl's face, "be careful. There can be some scary people in this neighborhood." He made it out the door, turning around to face the interior. Trent pulled the cig from his teeth, blowing it into the house before placing it back.
These kids were touchy, but so were the ghosts. Obviously, he was one of the more rude ones while the others had tight little wads, but he only figured it was because of their time periods. The only one he could really tolerate was Johnathan, but only because they were both guys and he felt like that beautiful son of a bitch was just a tad less crazier than the others. Trent was hesitant on leaving the porch, afraid that he'd just zapped back inside.
Pushing himself off of the wall, Trent bowed, pulling a lighter out to finally light - what his mother called - the "cancer stick." He licked his bottom lip, walking towards the door, "as you wish, Princess. See 'ya 'round." As he walked, Trent snorted the girl's face, "be careful. There can be some scary people in this neighborhood." He made it out the door, turning around to face the interior. Trent pulled the cig from his teeth, blowing it into the house before placing it back.
These kids were touchy, but so were the ghosts. Obviously, he was one of the more rude ones while the others had tight little wads, but he only figured it was because of their time periods. The only one he could really tolerate was Johnathan, but only because they were both guys and he felt like that beautiful son of a bitch was just a tad less crazier than the others. Trent was hesitant on leaving the porch, afraid that he'd just zapped back inside.
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Damon 'Demon' Patterson
"Well our parent's certainly don't win an award for parent's of the year." Damon drawled leaning against the counter and placing the knife down, even as his instincts screamed to keep a grip on it and keep Skylar close by as she opened the door. With most of the intruders gone he feigned relaxed waiting to see if the last one would follow. He wouldn't let his anger and less logical side control him until he was sure that his sister was safe. Once the man left he relaxed slightly feeling his anger flare up a bit though his anxiousness and fear remained low. "Skylar lock the door. Let's go upstairs. We can keep an eye on the front to make sure they don't come back through my bedroom window. See about calling the cops and arranging a security system to be put in."
Pushing himself away from the counter he headed upstairs taking the knife with him and only when he held his phone in his hand with easy access to help should it be needed did he relax fully and lay the knife on his dresser. Demon no longer in control. Immediately his mind was flooded with anger, anxiety and fear. Sitting down on his bed Damon struggled to gain control of his emotions and get himself into a more calmer state. He was no where near as calm as before but he was finally able to see clearly. Taking deep breaths he stood and leaned by the window to watch the front as he thought over the intruders. They certainly didn't act like robbers and they didn't act threatening but it was clear they were confident they could take care of themselves. They didn't even seem wary of the fact we held weapons. Like they thought we wouldn't be able to hurt them. They said they were neighbors but I haven't seen any of them around here in the time we have been here. Plus they didn't act like normal neighbors. The girls DID act kind but the man was snarky and it seemed like they were treating us like we were the unwanted guests. The first girl especially. What exactly did she mean that she was here longer.
Feeling his head begin to ache with the amount of observations and theories flooding it he closed his eyes tightly. I know one thing for sure. I miss our old home.
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Once the commotion was over Skylar sighed and locked the front door. She leaned against the door she felt her eyes grow teary. She had never been so scared in her life. She cried softly, the knife still in her hand. She nodded at Damon when he said he was going upstairs. She tried to not let him see her cry. Her hands were shaky. She started walking upstairs to her room, She pulled down the chord and climbed into her room. She mad sure to pull the ladder up so no one could get up there if she didn't want them to be. She tiredly laid down on her bed her eyes still watering.
She picked her phone up and dialed her Mothers number and hit call. She put her phone up to her ear...every ring seemed like an eternity. Eventually there was an answer she could hear her mother and fathers voice but they were muffled by the sounds of the party they seemed to be at. "Mom! Can you hear me? Mom there was a break in..No I don't want bacon...BREAK IN....forget it." Click. She threw her phone down on her bed. after a minute Skylar picked her phone up ad texted Damon. 'Called Mom but her and Dad were busy. I'm just gonna use the credit card and order a security system early tomorrow.' She put her phone back down. She looked down at the knife and her phone.
She was so stressed out. She was so tired of their parents not being there. The only way they were ever there was monetarily.She reached into her drawer and pulled out her stash and backed her small bong. She reached behind her bed for one of the many half consumed bottles of water. She poured water in it and texted Damon again. 'You want a rip off my bong?' She got up and put some Queen. She sat back on her bed and took a big rip. She blew out the smoke and a thin blanket of smoke covered her bed. She coughed. Skylar got up and let down the ladder stairs to her room for Damon.
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Once the commotion was over Skylar sighed and locked the front door. She leaned against the door she felt her eyes grow teary. She had never been so scared in her life. She cried softly, the knife still in her hand. She nodded at Damon when he said he was going upstairs. She tried to not let him see her cry. Her hands were shaky. She started walking upstairs to her room, She pulled down the chord and climbed into her room. She mad sure to pull the ladder up so no one could get up there if she didn't want them to be. She tiredly laid down on her bed her eyes still watering.
She picked her phone up and dialed her Mothers number and hit call. She put her phone up to her ear...every ring seemed like an eternity. Eventually there was an answer she could hear her mother and fathers voice but they were muffled by the sounds of the party they seemed to be at. "Mom! Can you hear me? Mom there was a break in..No I don't want bacon...BREAK IN....forget it." Click. She threw her phone down on her bed. after a minute Skylar picked her phone up ad texted Damon. 'Called Mom but her and Dad were busy. I'm just gonna use the credit card and order a security system early tomorrow.' She put her phone back down. She looked down at the knife and her phone.
She was so stressed out. She was so tired of their parents not being there. The only way they were ever there was monetarily.She reached into her drawer and pulled out her stash and backed her small bong. She reached behind her bed for one of the many half consumed bottles of water. She poured water in it and texted Damon again. 'You want a rip off my bong?' She got up and put some Queen. She sat back on her bed and took a big rip. She blew out the smoke and a thin blanket of smoke covered her bed. She coughed. Skylar got up and let down the ladder stairs to her room for Damon.
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Damon 'Demon' Patterson
Running his hands through his hair Damon laid down eyes scrunched closed as he attempted to organize his thoughts. He had almost given it up as hopeless when his phone chirped. Eager for a distraction, no matter how small, he read the test. He snorted in bitter amusement at the text as he texted back. Are you really surprised? When aren't they busy. I'll come with you tomorrow. I don't want to stay here alone.
Feeling his head clear up a little at the bit of normality Damon finally got up and grabbing the knife slipped it under his pillow. Instead he took out a sturdy switchblade from one of the boxes littering the room. It had been a gift from one of his friends for his last birthday. Slipping it into his pocket he answered his phone as it chirped again and smiled when he saw the text. One of us should probably stay clear headed lest this turns into a horror movie cliche, he thought. Then again I'm not exactly calm right now. I'll be right up, he texted back.
Slipping his phone into his pocket he headed downstairs still wary of what he might find even after he saw the intruders leave. He was glad to find it seemed empty as he made a few sandwiches to eat. In all the excitement he had gotten to do so. Grabbing a couple cans of soda he made his way up to Skyler's room. It was a balancing act to climb up the stairs to her room with his hands full but he managed. Setting the sodas on her nightstand he sat on the bed beside her with his plate in his lap. He began eating as he talked not really wanting to get high with an empty stomach. "Have you found someone willing to sell you more once you run out? "
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Johnathan O'Hara
The silence was comforting for awhile. He must admit for a house with two teenagers it was pretty quiet for the most part. To be honest the only loud ones here were the spirits. The other spirits didn't really like what they did with the house but he kinda liked it. He was not one for change especially with technology but he did like the change of scenery. He was tired of looking at the same plain walls. He wondered if there was ever going to be a way for him to find peace and move on..but there was something about the house that kept the tormented spirits here.
His train of thought was broken by a familiar voice. He looked over to the door and saw Cindy, he sat up and put his feet on the ground. "Hey Cindy." He ran his hand through his hair, making sure he looked presentable. "This house is lonely,,,even with all the people here." He sighed and fixed his cuff links. "I feel bad for those kids." He looked at her. "I hope they don't die." He honestly hated when tenants died here. He was one of the..he felt their pain. "At least not in this house."
The silence was comforting for awhile. He must admit for a house with two teenagers it was pretty quiet for the most part. To be honest the only loud ones here were the spirits. The other spirits didn't really like what they did with the house but he kinda liked it. He was not one for change especially with technology but he did like the change of scenery. He was tired of looking at the same plain walls. He wondered if there was ever going to be a way for him to find peace and move on..but there was something about the house that kept the tormented spirits here.
His train of thought was broken by a familiar voice. He looked over to the door and saw Cindy, he sat up and put his feet on the ground. "Hey Cindy." He ran his hand through his hair, making sure he looked presentable. "This house is lonely,,,even with all the people here." He sighed and fixed his cuff links. "I feel bad for those kids." He looked at her. "I hope they don't die." He honestly hated when tenants died here. He was one of the..he felt their pain. "At least not in this house."
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AshleyTheNarwhal
@ Camp Flog Gnaw
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Skylar got nervous when she heard someone coming up the stairs and she was relieved when it really was Damon. Once he got up into her room she pulled the ladder up. She went and sat back on the bed and set the bong b his feet so he could take a hit when he wanted to. She leaned against the wall and browsed the internet on hr phone while she ate. "There's a few kids at school that sell, I could probably buy from one of them." She said with a mouthful of sandwich. "Hey there's Pancakes in the microwave too, I don't know if you saw them or not."
One the record was done she got up and put her Black Sabbath record on. She stood there for a moment watching the record spin getting lost in thought for a moment. She snapped out of it and sat back by Damon. "Those people were really weird, I'm pretty sure the person who installs the security system will come out here, but if you want we can maybe go do something tomorrow." She said trying to get his mind off of things..well sorta.
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Skylar got nervous when she heard someone coming up the stairs and she was relieved when it really was Damon. Once he got up into her room she pulled the ladder up. She went and sat back on the bed and set the bong b his feet so he could take a hit when he wanted to. She leaned against the wall and browsed the internet on hr phone while she ate. "There's a few kids at school that sell, I could probably buy from one of them." She said with a mouthful of sandwich. "Hey there's Pancakes in the microwave too, I don't know if you saw them or not."
One the record was done she got up and put her Black Sabbath record on. She stood there for a moment watching the record spin getting lost in thought for a moment. She snapped out of it and sat back by Damon. "Those people were really weird, I'm pretty sure the person who installs the security system will come out here, but if you want we can maybe go do something tomorrow." She said trying to get his mind off of things..well sorta.
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