Fantasy Are You Afraid of the Dark? (IC)

[screaming armadillo]

Andrew Fox
Location: Bayview
Interaction(s): Gianna and Sun-hi
Status: Mixed


Andrew found himself a little blindsided by Gianni’s enthusiasm, unable to hide some of the surprise as his hand was yanked in what could be considered a handshake. However he didn’t dislike the… teen’s eagerness. In fact it was a little refreshing after a day that so far was anything but enjoyable. The other teen was far more easygoing in comparison. She also offered a tour which had Andrew a little more interested than he would like to admit.

“Ni-“ Was as far as Andrew got before Hilda cut him off from upstairs. Had she not mentioned something more important he would have wondered if the walls were thin or if Hilda was listening. Instead he something more concerned with why they shouldn’t go past the market. The monsters maybe? Another mystery it would seem. As for the tour, Andrew certainly needed to know more about this place, and he really didn’t feel comfortable going out alone. So a tour sounded fine. “Yeah I probably need a tour. It’s nice to meet the both of you by the way.”

 

[Dumplingboy]

Apollo Evergreen
Age: 20
Status: Nervous
Location: Following after Angel
Saiph (mentions Deadwood Deer )

Apollo was tuning everyone out again. Once the fighting started ,Apollo had no interest in joining the bad girls club. He slowly creeped to the door. He made eye contact with Jason and gave him a smile and held his hands up to his lips jokingly telling him to keep quiet, but Apollo did not care if he told everyone. Once outside he let out a deep breath. His hands were shaking, he felt as though he was going to cry all over again. A part of him still was waiting for someone to pop out with the camera. Needless to say he did not trust what the people in the town hall said. He did not see them as enemies though, if the monsters were real he would see soon enough. He had no problem falling in line, in fact that's what he has been doing his whole life. It wasn't always like that. Apollo had vague memories of his toddler years. Nothing he couldn't decipher out. Maybe it was a good thing that he had no memories of his birth family, can't miss what you don't realize you had. As he calms his nerves he caught sight of a girl from before. She was up to something, and Apollo was a very get on board type of guy. Maybe she was running from something. Was her living arrangements even worse than theirs? He jogged after her for a little bit then stopped not yet gaining back his strength from the coma. 'How the hell is she so active?' Apollo watched as she took off and groaned (well did the motions for groaning) and he did a fast walk after her. Luckily he was able to sorta keep her in his line of sight and eventually she stopped. He waved his hand to get her attention calling for her the only way he knew how and jogged over to where she stood. He leaned over placing his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He waved a finger at her in his mind saying something clever but of course nothing came out. He stood back and gave a smile as he held his hand out for her to shake.


Mathilda Leon
Age 14
Status: weary
Location: Following Gideon.


Mathilda allowed herself to be hugged, almost forgetting what that felt like. She has probably been hugged what, four five times in her lifetime. Maybe her mother was more loving when she was a baby. When he stood up and held out his hand she almost broke character and reached for it, but instead she slapped it away and stood on her own. "I'm not a little girl and It's Mathilda" Her tone was different now, more like she was pretending to be angsty then actually being angsty. "Well?" she said crossing her arms waiting for her to take the lead as she followed him around she felt a little bit more comfortable. Her eyes had dried up and she seemed to have a little more pep in her step. "Hey why you guys take all my stuff?" Her tone no longer held the same anger when she attacked him the first time. This time it was genuine curiosity, She looked up at him with those same puppy dog eyes as she waited for and answer before assaulting him with many other questions.
"Do you have any candy?"
"What kind of name is Gideon anyway?"
"Are there really monsters?"
"Why is everything so broken here?"
"Can you open this? (her water)"
"where are we going?"
"Are you a virgin? My mom says all the up tight ones are."

thespectacularstorm

 

[rakshasa]

Name: Eddie Laurence
Status: Emotionally whiplashed, cracking
Location: Bayview
Interactions: thespectacularstorm screaming armadillo

Before she could even reconcile with her returned belongings, Eddie was informed of her bizarre situation in the most blunt way possible. She wasn't even given a chance to respond before she was whisked away from the town hall and taken to a house across town. The reality of her situation had just begin to set in as she walked through the door (she'd been stunned into silence on the brisk walk); once again, her senses were assaulted by the two girls already in the house, jumping with energy and greeting her optimistically. Her ears were ringing too loudly to hear any of what they were saying; her inner thoughts drowned out their voices. Unsteady on her feet, she stumbled towards the door to escape, wrapping her fingers around the doorknob. She knew there was no way she could if the brown-haired girl wasn't lying to her, but everything she was experiencing at the moment sapped her of wind and logic. Her primal instincts told her to run into the woods as fast as she could, but the last ounce of sense in her brain told her to stay put. Her back was pressed against the door and her pills rattled in their container as she said, "Wh- what the fuck is going on??"

 

[KittOnyx]

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[AsterRose]

Charlotte Marsielle
Poppy Palace
Kind of fearing for her life
Delphine thespectacularstorm

Charlotte was just about to break the ice when their “Mistress” burst into the room with a knife. She leapt up, eyes wide and barking French swears like a bulldog. Before she could step in, her exact opposite pulled the psycho back. Miko the psycho. Mad Miko. Biting her lip, she sat again with an eye on the provoker. She was lucky she spoke quietly to avoid the same fate. That wasn’t to say Brooke wasn’t wrong. Charlotte was about to agree with her.

When Brooke was the only one of the group who replied, making things only more difficult for her, Charlotte sighed a little. “Babysitting,” she groaned over the clattering in the kitchen. “And I’ve smelt worse. Maybe we should still vent this place out when we can.”

The peacemaker returned shortly, who introduced herself as Priscilla. Charlotte’s eyes lit up as she recognised the name. Though uncomfortable with how she grabbed her hand, she knew she had far better intentions. Why couldn’t she lead the house? Charlotte hoped Mad Miko wouldn’t watch over her and Brooke while they slept. It didn’t help with the mention of an altercation. She gave Priscilla a smile in return as she left, then observing the room. Her back ached seeing the two and only beds seemingly claimed. “How long do you think we’ll be sleeping on the floor for?” she half-joked with Brooke.