Realistic or Modern || You're Gonna Die In There || Horror RP needs ghosts

[General_warNpeace]

Damon 'Demon' Patterson

Finishing one of his sandwiches Damon took a swig of his soda before finally moving to grab the bong and take a hit. Letting a slow breath out he resisted the urge to cough as smoke filled the air in front of him. Leaning back he set the bong down beside him as he began tearing and eating one of his sandwiches. Tearing the crust off his eyes narrowed in confusion as he shook his head remembering the smell of pancakes that had lead him to the kitchen that morning and the empty microwave.


"There was no pancakes in the microwave when I checked. Do you think the intruders got them? That would be weird. I never heard of intruders breaking in to eat pancakes." A flare of anger had him growling as he tore a bite out of his sandwich but it burned out rather quickly. He was to tired to stay angry at the intruders though was no less wary. "I was looking forward to those pancakes to. As for the security system I say once it's installed we go tour the town or whatever. Get out of the house for a bit. Maybe pick up some shit to make the house more homey instead of looking like a decorator threw up on it. Which they practically did."

 

[ailurophile]

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Cindy moved into the room and perched on the bed, near enough to Johnathan that she could reach him to take over fixing his cuff links, but not close enough to be invading his personal space too much. She listened to what he had to say and nodded slowly in agreement; she was trapped in a house that had changed over time and yet her things still remained, the objects that had belonged to the woman she had tricked, and his things, the married man she had slept with. When you were trapped somewhere for such a long time it was almost painful; she yearned to get outside, but she couldn't, and it killed her.


"You know, I agree with you. They seem like nice enough kids, they shouldn't have to stay here," She began smoothly, tapping a manicured nail against her plump lower lip as if mulling their options over. Then, she gave a somewhat bitter smile and continued, "But if we say it straight and explain everything, they'll probably just scream and run away."

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[AshleyTheNarwhal]

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Skylar frowned. "That's kind of a dick move." She laughed a little "There was a perfectly good flat screen TV and they chose Pancakes.....Wow. Our neighbors aren't the brightest I guess." She took the bong and took a rip off of it. She didn't cough this time after she exhaled. " I wonder which one ate them...I bet it was the Johnny-Depp wannabe dude." She said taking another rip. Her room was starting to get smokey.


Skylar took one of the sodas that were on the night stand and drank it, cotton mouth was starting to set in. She took another bite of her sandwich. "Yeah we could totally get some rad stuff for the house. We should get some cool bean bag chairs and some tapestries and shit. Make this house awesome. Not like Mom ad Dad were gonna be home all that often anyways." Skylar didn't really remember the last time they all sat down together as a family, She wondered if they would even call her on her birthday in a few days. "Oh shit....My Birthday is Wednesday." She just remembered. "We should totally throw a party." She held the bong out to Damon.


@Crimson smile

 

[designervaginer]

Johnathan O'Hara


Johnathan looked at Cindy. He remembered when she first came to the house. She didn't live there, no..but she came home with Patrick a few times. He sighed in deep thought. He remembered seeing the wife come home early and being sad that he probably would never be able to see such a beauty ever again. Then he saw the wife had a and gun. He rushed to appear and grab the hand gun from the wife before the poor girl died but he didn't once he realized if she died in here she would be with him forever. He let the wife kill her. He frowned. Every time he looked at Cindy he felt such guilt for letting her die for selfish reasons.


He looked away from her. This was something he could never get over. It haunted him. He gently touched Cindy's hand. "Patrick didn't deserve you, you didn't deserve to die." He stood up and started walking out of the room, making himself disappear. He didn't want to confront his own selfish actions. He decided to aimlessly wander the house in his spectral state, not to be seen not to be heard. Just...there. He was floating near Skylar's room and heard that they were throwing a party. That made his heart sink. Oh no...


Parties always made the spirits restless...even himself.

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[General_warNpeace]

Damon 'Demon' Patterson

Damon snorted at the bizarness of the intruders and this morning, seeing the humor in it all now that they weren't in such a tense situation. Taking a hit he passed the bong back as he added to the smoke cloud around them. "�I guess even they couldn't resist pancakes and he definitely looked the type to do something like that. If only to annoy someone. I say they can have all the pancakes they want as long as they get them somewhere else. "


Finishing off his sandwich he set the plate aside and took a drink of soda to stave off cotton mouth as well. "That sounds great and even if mom and dad had a fit it's not like they will be here long enough to really argue. I do think we should have a party. Make some new friends and I can see if some old ones will come up. My friends skype me enough I know they will show up."

 

[AshleyTheNarwhal]

S k y l a r









Skylar smiled and remembered all the shit they got away with growing up just because they weren't around. Including parties, they wouldn't even know half the time and would blame the mess on the maids not doing their job. "Yeah, they probably won't call me." She laughed a little but then sadness showed itself. She sighed. "I have a couple people at school i'd invite. There's this guy a school I kinda like too...I might invite him.." She said almost talking to herself.





"Then I'll have one of the kids that sell hook us up for the party too." She thought about the guy again. Due to all the stress this weekend so totally forgot about him. Her face got a little red. She didn't want to do anything too big. "Maybe we could grill and ill find some way to get some beer."


She finished her sandwich and soda but she was still kinda hungry. She finished the bowl and took one last rip and put it on her night stand stand. She was pretty high. Her eyes felt really heavy. " i could use a nap right now." She said softly. She picked up her phone and started messaging people for the party.


@Crimson smile

 

[General_warNpeace]

Damon 'Demon' Patterson

Damon smirked remembering all the trouble they got into over the years. "Yea, there is an advantage to having no show parents. I can get us the beer and some food to grill you just focus on getting us some weed." His smirk turned to a teasing smile. "Thinking about boys now? You really are growing up! Am I going to need to get the base ball bat out? Chase off all the guys coming after my sister like a good brother so they can't ruin your innocents. Or would that be hypocritical of me? " Shrugging as he noticed her tiredness he took one last hit before pushing himself up from the bed gathering the can's and plate as he made his way toward the exit. "I'm going to leave you to sleep and go do my own thing. Have a nice nap I'll come wake you at dinner."

@AshleyTheNarwhal

 

[Johannes]

[border]Simon Wright[/border]

Tags: @Crimson smile

Simon woke up in the morning after his mother had knocked on the door. Groggily, Simon reached for his glasses on his nearby nightstand and placed them on his nose. Yawning, he got out of bed and made his way down into the dining room for breakfast. His parents had prepared some oatmeal and fruit. Noah drizzled some honey over the bland oatmeal to make it sweeter and grabbed a banana. As he ate, his mother cleaned up in the kitchen while his father drank coffee and read the morning newspaper. The relative peace and quiet was relaxing to Simon. Being an only child had its benefits.


"Anything planned this weekend?" Simon's mother asked.


"Err...no, not really." Simon replied. "I planned to mainly study and practice some piano maybe."


"Sounds good." Simon's mother said with a smile. "Maybe try hang out with some friends too." She encouraged. Simon just smiled nervously before returning to eat his oatmeal. Socializing was always a daunting task to Simon. From what he could tell, people where extremely judgmental. Wrong behavior or a wrong phrase could make enemies. Simon always thought it best to be seen and not heard. After breakfast, Simon's parents left for work leaving him alone in the house. Simon went back up into his room to study. After reviewing the notes for his math class and science class, he looked up from the papers and looked at the house across the street. Rumor has it that a multitude of people had died there. However, the Patterson family had moved in.


The Patterson's.


Simon had heard of Skylar Patterson. Many peopled assumed Simon wasn't listening when they gossip; preoccupied with whatever book he had in his hands. However, Simon did occasionally listen into conversations. Simon found Skylar to be intimidating. She had gotten into some...disagreements with others to say the least. Moreover, her brother has made a name for himself as well. Damon "Demon" Patterson. Perhaps the more intimidating of the siblings. Simon wasn't always sure of his sources, but he has heard that Damon had done some pretty shady stuff. Drugs, alcohol, fights, mischief, etc. However, Simon had noticed something contrary to what the others have said. Damon didn't seem like the entire demon people called him. In the few instances that Simon had met him, Damon seemed quite cheery for a person with a considerable dark past. Moreover, Simon had noticed Damon trying to improve his grades. It moved Simon to see a person turn from bad habits and strive to become a better person. Enough for Simon to offer tutoring lessons to Damon. Seeing that there was nothing really pressing for Simon to do, he decided to check if Damon needed any help. He knew that some teachers liked to torment students by giving homework over the weekend.


"Hey, Damon. Is there any homework you would like help on?" Simon texted to Damon's phone after several minutes of awkward typing and deleting a draft. Even texting was something that Simon found to make him nervous.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Damon 'Demon' Patterson

Humming under his breath Damon put the plate in the sink and dumped the cans in the trash can before making his way up to his room as he tried to think on what he could do today. He didn't think leaving the house was a good idea after this morning, since Skylar was asleep. Even if he did find the situation somewhat humorous now that his mind was fuzzy. As if to answer his thoughts his phone chirped in his pocket. I swear if Trish is calling me to vote how hot her new boy is then I'll strangle her next time I see her. Even if it is something to do. Trish was a player despite her punk style and was a surprising girly girl. They new each other before the group and Damon had somehow assumed the position as her GBF even though he was only bi.


He arched his brow in surprise at the text when he read it all irritation vanishing to be replaced with amusement and surprise as he read the name. Simon was a bit anti social and Damon hadn't even known the kid existed before he offered to tutor Damon. Heck, from the way the kid was behaving when he asked if Damon needed help he had been surprised the kid had the guts to offer at all. Especially with the rumors that had somehow followed him to his new school. I wasn't really planning to do my homework this early but I guess I did want something to keep me occupied. Plus Simon ain't so bad even if he can be a bit of a nervous wreck. Mind made up he decided to take a quick shower before the kid came over. No need to smell like Weed even if I did just smoke some. Sure, come on over in ten. I probably won't hear it if you knock so just walk in.


Throwing his phone on his bed he headed for the bathroom connected to his room. I don't even remember which classes gave me homework. I hope it's nothing to hard.

@Johannes

 

[Johannes]

[border]Simon Wright[/border]

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Ding. Simon unlocked his phone to look at Damon's reply. 10 minutes. Simon packed some materials into his bag: paper, pencils, pens, and textbooks. The usual. Simon wasn't sure what classes Damon would need help in. Typically the math teachers like giving out homework like candy and science teachers tend to have a lot of content so Simon packed those two textbooks. The nerd heaved the backpack over his shoulders before walking across the street to the Patterson house. The bag probably wasn't all that heavy but Simon wasn't exactly the most athletic person. As he stood on the doorstep, Simon was about to knock as per habit but remembered the text. Hesitantly, he opened the door and walked into the house. He wasn't exactly used to walking into peoples homes without knocking but Damon said it was O.K. in the text.


The smell of marijuana hung faintly in the air with a hint of something else, some one was perhaps baking? Smoking weed did cause elevated levels of hunger. Deciding not to breath through his nose, Simon made his way into the living room. He could hear water running in the house. Perhaps Damon was taking a shower. Simon has hardly been to Damon's house. Most of the time study sessions happened at school. As Simon laid out the textbooks and papers, he felt uneasy. Like there was a strange presence in the house. Simon simply shrugged it off as anxiety.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Damon 'Demon' Patterson

Breathing in deeply through his nose as the hot water drummed against his skin and slowly helped clear his fuzzy mind Damon almost didn't want to leave and go back into the rest of the house and the memories. Not when the shower cleared his mind of everything but the feeling of warmth. It was the knowledge that someone was coming over soon that made him wash up quickly and dry off even quicker, albeit doing both reluctantly. Throwing on some jeans and a t shirt he grabbed his book bag and headed down stairs. He could hear Simon in the living room alongside shuffling paper. The kid remembered not to knock, Damon thought absently as he walked into the room. He paused as the hair on the back of his neck rose up suddenly feeling as though someone was watching him. Looking around with narrowed eyes he found nothing and he tried to shake the feeling off as he sat down beside the scrawny teen. "Right on time I see. Hope I didn't keep you waiting long."





Reaching into his bag he pulled out his homework folder and rifled through the papers to the one's he needed for this week and looking them over. There was a few math sheets and a science study guide and worksheet. Setting them down he grabbed his own math book and science book out of his bag. "Alright, so it seems I have math and homework. I think I also got an art project but I can do that myself. The science doesn't seem hard just a basic study guide for our next quiz and a worksheet. The math is going to be a bit harder. I haven't really grasped the new subject we are learning yet. So I'll need help on that. K?"


@Johannes

 

[Couldyoustfu]

Arthur sighed gravely, turning yet another page of the book he'd stolen from the sister's room. It was terribly predictable, to the point Arthur knew the ending by page 54.


He raised from the floor, his tall frame silently moving through the house, and came to an end just in front of Damon and Simon.


The invisible ghost narrowed his eyes, walking up to Simon; he had never seen this boy. The second thing to capture his attention was the obvious smell of weed, making Arthur raise his head in curiosity.


"Oh, how I miss weed." He muttered, shaking his head lightly.


He'd been kind of a stoner, but ever since cancer smoking hadn't been an option, and now that he was dead...


Ignoring the two teenager boys Arthur went to look for his favorite ghost in the house, Trent, finally finding him with a cigarette on his lips, right in front of the porch.


"Kurt Cobain," He called jokingly, not sure that the other entity knew of said man since he'd lived after him "I'm growing restless. I think that tonight I might...indicate my presence somehow, even if not completely."


He smirked, the tattooed skin of his mouth twisting as he approached the shorter male.


Had Trent intended on leaving the house? A useless action, but trying was never bad.


@ERRQR

 

[AshleyTheNarwhal]

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Skylar tiredly waved goodbye to Damon as he left her room. She sighed and laid down on her bed, she was really high. Maybe she wasn't even tired, just super high. She played around on her phone for awhile her mind seemingly off what had happened earlier. She scrolled through pictures in her phone, she came across one of her her, Damon, Mom and Dad. She smiled and then she felt a wave of sadness come over her. Her lip trembled slightly and her face got pink. She cried softly. She wished her parents were there more. She remembered when she was diagnosed with depression and she told her parents. Of course they sent her to the best therapists money could buy but did they once ever think to just be there for their daughter?


She thought about how they forgot her sixteenth Birthday for a week then once they realized her Birthday had passed they took her to a car dealership and let her pick whatever she wanted, She would have preferred A Happy Birthday over a car. Her parents were basically strangers. With tears in her eyes she tried to figure out what she wanted for dinner. She kind of wanted Pizza. SHe pulled out her phone again, quickly exiting out of the picture of the four of them, and Texted Damon 'Don't worry about cooking I'll order a pizza.' She hit send and put her phone down. She got up and put her "The Wall" record on. She sat on her bed and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her backpack and lit one.


Skylar felt her phone buzz which almost made her jump. It was from Jason, they guy she liked. Her heat stopped for a moment. He said he was gonna come to her Birthday party with a winky face. This perked her mood up slightly. She replied 'Rad.' She took a long drag off her cigarette while she opened her sky window so the majority of the smoke would go outside. She wasn't a fan of her room smelling like cigarettes. She also lit some incense . "We don't need no education..." She sang along with the album. "We don't need no thought control....Leave us kids alone!"


@Crimson smile

 

[Takuwan]

"There will never be another one that dreams like you."

• • • There was a familiar presence behind him, he could just feel it. A smile appeared as he heard the voice, "I'll pretend to know who that is. Ha. What's up, my favorite Skeleton Man?" And it was Arthur. One of the ghosts in the house that he could stand. They were similar, personality wise, and the notorious Skeleton Man was just a joy to be around. Trent took the cig from his lips, flicking it onto the ground, stepping on it as he continued to listen to the other's words. "You've got the right idea. I'd join you, but I'm afraid I'd end up killin' them," he continued to look on towards the street, narrowing his eyes in admiration. For years, he'd dreamt of leaving the house permanently. Sure, being able to leave once a year is nice, but you'd have to go back and endure more of my he shit that happens in that house.


"The longer I stay here, the angrier I get," Trent spoke. It was directed more towards himself, but it was something that was, from what he thought, something that would be easy to reply to. The phrase was true anyways. He may have seemed as if he'd stopped caring about the fact that he'd have to stay there forever, but over the years, his attitude has gotten worse. He was more sarcastic, more hostile. Now, he actually wanted to hurt people despite his promise to himself. "God, they're kids. Is it bad that I kind of want to hurt them?"

MOOD: ANNOYED // THOUGHTS: DAMMIT. // LOCATION: // COMPANY: Arthur // TAGGED @Couldyoustfu // OOC:

 

[Couldyoustfu]

Arthur smirked only with a side of his lips, following the cigarette that the other ghost had thrown on the ground with his azure eyes. A sigh escaped the tattooed 'young man', the words Trent spoke easily understandable.


"I've been stuck here for...goddamn, twelve years? And I felt like killing someone only two months after, you have been here for over thirty years, your anger is understandable." He craned his neck slightly at the music that came from upstair, the words sung by Skylar familiar.


Huh, do kids still listen to Pink Floyd?


Time had gone forward, technology became the biggest part of modern day life yet the younger generation desperately tried to grasp on the past, while ghosts like him and Trent would have just wished to step out in the future.


"I don't know about killing, else they'd be stuck just like us. But wouldn't we be doing them a favor if we get them out by scaring them?" A thought flied around in his head, making the tall man chuckle darkly.


"Hell, maybe it's like in those horror movies. We just have to act horrible until one family does find the way to ultimately kill us, and then we'll be free."


Arthur approached the window, narrowing his eyes at the outside world. People lived without the consciousness of what might happen, oh how much he envied that.


"We're all already crazy, it won't be long before one of us starts the killing spree." He lowered his voice, making it so that only Trent would be able to hear.


"For me," He started, gesturing with one finger toward the upper floor "It will be either Elvis or Marilyn Monroe, those two have been stuck here way too long." He intended Johnathan and Cindy, using the nickname he had coined for the two of them.


@ERRQR

 

[Missy]

"Recalculating..." An annoyingly recorded British voice emits from Merissa's GPS that rests on the passenger seat beside her. Merissa rolls her eyes with a groan.


" Seriously?" She frustratingly protests as she misses the turn that she was supposed to take. "A little more notice would be greatly appreciated!" Merissa adds, as if the GPS could hear her. Merissa continues driving, awaiting further instruction. She glances in her rear view mirror, her back seats stuffed with boxes full of the remaining things she packed to bring to her new house that she was renting for a couple years. Her parents already had her larger items and furniture previously delivered to the house. Everything was in order. A friend of her parents offered the place to her when they decided to move to their summer house in Florida. Merissa had no clue what sparked them to leave for a couple years, but she was just thankful to find a cheap place.


"Turn right in 250 meters"


Finally after a few blocks, and one "take a U turn when possible" Merissa's eyes rest upon her new home. She slowly turns into her driveway, and her car comes to a stop. She notices the house next to hers. It seemed ominous... but so did a lot of houses in this neighborhood. Many of the houses had a Victorian era theme to them. Without a second thought of the house, she turns off her car and steps outside. She reaches her arms over your head and reaches back, stretching her back. She drove 5 hours straight, and her back was always a pain. She walks around to the back of her care to retrieve a couple boxes out of the trunk. She glances once more at her neighbor's house. " I wonder who lives there." She thinks to herself as she shuts the trunk.

 

[designervaginer]

Johnathan O'Hara


Johnathan continued to float through the house worriedly, almost pacing. Then he heard two familiar voices. It was Arthur and Trent. He chuckled to himself when they referred to him as Elvis. He appeared before them. "We have a problem.." He said looking at the two other gentleman. "I guess the girl Skylar is turning 18 Wednesday and they're planning to have a party on her Birthday." He frowned and sighed. "I know how parties make everyone and it makes me nervous." He remembered the last time a tenant threw a party. It resulted in someone almost dying and it was just so loud and he felt like he couldn't ind a spot to be in peace and quiet which was maddening.


He wasn't quite re what to do and he also wasn't quite sure why he was telling the guys. He cleared his throat. "I guess I'm just nervous, not only of how everyone else will act...but me as well." He ran a hand through his hair.

Tags: @ERRQR @Couldyoustfu

 

[Johannes]

[border]Simon Wright[/border]

Tags: @Crimson smile

Simon nodded and adjusted his glasses before looking through the textbook. He had to review the Geometry topic Damon was on. Simon was in advanced classes which were learning things Damon hasn't covered yet. As he skimmed over the problems, Geometry came back into Simon's mind. He was fond of Geometry. A lot of problems were proofs that required linear thinking which was something that Simon could do with ease.


"Ah, proofs. Always good fun." Simon said as he pointed at the variety of problems that start with a given fact and ask the student to prove another fact. Feeling more confident on the subject, Simon's nerves eased a little more. "So, Geometry can be a little difficult memorizing all the theorems and postulates needed to prove statements. But once you know them, the next part is to apply them. It's like...fixing things." Simon said as he came up with a metaphor. "We start out with a few parts-the given information-and we need to make the finished product-the statement we have to prove. And the postulates and theorems are the tools to pull everything together." Simon explained. "Here, I'll do one first."

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So here we have to try to prove that from Q to S is 8 units long. We know that the from Q to P and from Q to R are 10 units long. Since this triangle has two sides of the same length, we know it to be isosceles. We also know that the altitude of an isosceles triangle bisects the base. Therefore, we can conclude that the lengths of P to S and S to R are the same. From that we can draw that P to S and S to R are half of 12 (the given length of PR) which is 6. Now we have triangle QPS with one leg being 6 units long and the other being 10 units long. Using the Pythagorean theorem (or if you memorized the Pythagorean Triplets) we know that QS is 8 units long.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Damon 'Demon' Patterson

Damon blinked in confusion as his mind raced to keep up with Simon's explanation of the problem. Damon was good at math depending on how one explained the problems and how to solve them. It helped when he could see a simplified step by step solution of a problem. It was one of the problems at his new school as his math teacher didn't teach in a way Damon could grasp quickly. In his old school his teacher had taken the time to explain in to him in a way he could understand and even on his bad days he found it easy to get top grades. I'm going to have to start taking notes more fitted to my learning style of what the teacher tells me.


He restrained a sigh as he squinted down at the problem Simon had done and once he grasped how he gained the answer he re arranged the explanation in a way he would remember more easily before moving onto the problem Simon told him to do. There are two isosceles triangles and an angle already done in one which actually makes it pretty easy to get the other angles. Nodding he began working on the problem and once he was finished explained it to Simon so he could make sure he had done it correctly. "Angles E is 44 so B is 92. Subtract angle E from 180 and you get 136 which is the answer for Angle D. Because angle D subtracted by 180 is 44 then it's easy to see that Angle's C and A are 22. I'm right aren't I?"


@Johannes

 

[LlamaInDeHouse]

Alouette

Alouette woke up, not knowing how long she's slept. A day? 12 hours? maybe a week? Well, it doesnt matter, if she's up she's up. She tossed the blanket off of her and looked at the trap door leading to the maze of vents. She discovered the maze of vents about 3 years after she was woken up,with the house being built about 2 years ago. About a year later, she found the room that she now calls home.She's had years to investigate the house, the secret rooms, all the family's who've lived here,even all the people who've died.She's seen all of it.She opened the trap door leading into the vents, heading for anywhere,really.She's a ghost who doesn't like to leave her room,but always exploring the vents.She may not like the house, but she does like the vents and rooms, her escape.She crawled around the vent maze until she found Johnathan,Arthur, and Trent.Other ghosts in the house. She listened to the conversation, hearing about the party and the new family.

 

[Johannes]

[border]Simon Wright[/border]

Tags: @Crimson smile

Simon grinned as Damon explained his work. "Very good Damon." Simon noticed that Damon had struggled a bit from his explanation but still managed to draw a correct answer. Simon began to look at the next couple of problems and explaining them in different ways in hopes of Damon responding better. Even though he could still problems with Simon's textbook explanation, Simon hopes to be able to make it easier for Damon. "So with special right triangles, each leg is in proportion to each other. This means, if they give you the length of one leg, the other two legs have to be a certain length which can be solved for."

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In the 30-60-90 triangle, the ratio of shortest leg to hypotenuse to leg is 1:2: the root of 3. The shortest leg of a 30-60-90 triangle multiplied by 2 always gives us the hypotenuse. The shortest leg of the triangle multiplied by the root of three always gives us the leg of the triangle. Therefore, the leg of the triangle divided by root three will always give use the short leg of the triangle and the hypotenuse divided by two will always give us the short leg of the triangle. In this example, to get y, we need to divide 12 by root 3 which 4 root 3. To get x, we times y by 2 which is 8 root 3.






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Remember, in this problem use the 30-60-90 ratio to find the length AC. With that use the Pythagorean theorem to find AD.

 

[AshleyTheNarwhal]

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After Skylar got done with a few cigarettes she felt a bit better about things. She would just have to accept the fact that her parents just weren't going to be around. Her album finished and it was silent. She got up and walked over to her record box and looked through her collection. She probably had listened to most of her vinyls at least 45 times. She put on the album "90125" by Yes. "Owner of a lonely Heart" started playing. She danced a little around her room softly singing along.


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As it started to get later on in the day. Maybe it was around 4pm? Skylar still laid in bed, she had just gotten done smoking herself into an almost comatose state. She lazily looked around her bedroom, pretty much forgetting about what had happened earlier. She looked at her phone. There was another text from Jason. He said that he wanted to come over and hang out.Her mouth hung open..she wasn't quite sure what to do. She thought about it for a moment and texted 'Okay'. She also sent him their address, her heart was beating faster than normal. Her palms were sweaty. She decided to go downstairs into the bathroom and freshen up a bit. Making sure there was no food in her teeth and her breath and clothes didn't smell like cigarettes. She brushed her hair and put on a little bit of makeup. She got a text from Jason saying he was on his way. She shook her hands nervously.


She had to let Damon know someone was coming over so he didn't think it was one of their weird neighbors trying to come in again. She went downstairs and saw Damon and jumped a little when she saw the other boy. She put her hand on her chest. "Hello." she said to other boy. She looked at Damon. "Hey...I'm...uh...expecting company." She said softly. She made her way into the den and sat in the arm chair and played on her phone. She always got a werid feeling in the den. Like someone was watching her. She shrugged it off.


@Couldyoustfu @ERRQR @Johannes @designervaginer @LlamaInDeHouse


@Crimson smile

 

[General_warNpeace]

Damon frowned in irritation when he noticed the 3/3 on the problem. He got the idea well enough but he did hate using things but plain numbers. Biting his lip and brow furrowing he concentrated on the steps as he went through them. He sighed when he finished with an answer he thought was at least 90 percent right. Informing Simon like he did last time he had just finished when his sister arrived. Raising an amused brow at her startled expression he resisted the urge to laugh. He lost the battle when she informed him of company coming and let loose a few chuckles and he called after her teasingly as she left. "I'm not going to have to beat a boy off with a bat am I!"





Feeling a little more relaxed with something else to focus on for minute Damon leaned back on the couch and looked over the sheet again. "Alright, I think I can do the rest on my own. Since it's getting late why don't we move on to the rest of the work. You can always check my answers later to see I got them right."


@Johannes @AshleyTheNarwhal

 

[LlamaInDeHouse]

Alouette

After hearing what she could stand,she kept crawling through the vents until the found the kitchen.She hopped out of the vents and took a box of cereal and a spoon.She crawled back into the vents, deciding to go find the new tenants.She found them in a room,some boys doing homework and a girl coming towards them.The girl said something about having a guest over and the boy joked about beating someone off with a bat.She crawled back into her room,looking for a book she stole from one of the other boys who lived here before them.Plotting her prank,she sat down and looked through some good scares.

 

[Takuwan]

"There will never be another one that dreams like you."

• • • "I'm surprised they haven't done anything, being here for so damn long, y'know?" Trent blew the wisps of hair from his face, the smirk on his lips replaced by the idle, general facial expression, "and speak of the Devil. Hey, there, Johnny Boy!" From what he could gather, Johnathan seemed anxious, sputtering his words right when he appeared. Trent's brow rose at the near to endless jabbering, jaw clenching when he finally heard the word 'party.' That son of a bitch did have the right to be nervous, parties made every ghost here go crazy and it was a matter of time before 'Elvis' and 'Monroe' cracked and went on an all out killing spree. The 'young' man shook his head, now staring blankly at the ground below him. "It's not like we can do anything about it. If one of us ends up hurting someone, well," a false smile was present, accompanied by a chuckle that filled in the pause between his words, "we're gonna just have to deal with it. We're dead. They can't call the pigs on us if we don't have a pulse or an actual body."


Trent fell silent once again, pondering the many issues that would mess everyone else up. Johnathan, Cindy, Arthur, every other damn ghost in that place would gradually get crazier and crazier. Shit, even the little girl who roamed the halls. Hell, he even felt himself getting all crazy, wanting to inflict pain on others. His fingers tapped against his thigh, thinking of anything that could resolve their little issue. "If you want, we can get the out of here before her birthday. Win, win. They don't die and we don't have to look at their ugly furniture."

MOOD: ANNOYED // THOUGHTS: DAMMIT. // LOCATION: // COMPANY: Arthur // TAGGED @Couldyoustfu @designervaginer // OOC: