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            Maybe Celia was way too cynical, but it wasn't as though she had no reason to be. She didn't really want to hurt the other's feelings, but whatever got them out of there faster; although she didn't want to go so far as to hurt Raven badly, irreperably (as if she had such power). "Smells like a graveyard," she grumbled--smells like an open casket funeral. The life indicated by broken bottles, the sparkly glassy eyes of a decrepit teddy bear, surprised her, a heady contrast to the death she assumed would be stalking them. It lifted her slightly, to see something so recent, indications that things did actually go well, people did have fun. She could, maybe, enjoy herself a bit--although the setting still didn't lend itself to her nerves. Celia shuffled forward towards the bear, poking spilled stuffing back between the seams where its sides had split open, tugged and torn by a rusted nail. "Maybe its haunted," she attempted, but the creature's eyes still seemed empty and she moved on, crunching over glass like tiny ribcages. "What sorta surprise?" Hopefully not an actual ghost, just a room where a girl had died and passed her spirit to a doll, where someone had gone mad and destroyed the house and everything in it. Tame stuff; nothing tangible, and Celia likely wouldn't be affected.

@kandistars- 
            "Yeah, uh, I know." But what did she expect? Something /not/ rat-infested? Raven started to get worried: if Celia was this pissed now, what about if she didn't like it? Maybe this was stupid. Embarrassment made her heart sink in her chest, smothered by flowers of indecision and anxiety. Maybe they shouldn't be here.  "N...No...that's the point," Raven said slowly, following the mouldy remains of a collapses wooden fence around the house. "Uhm, 's a s-s-surprise." There was spray paint, large Xs and doodled faces, some of them good, so that they leered out at them, still with less character than the house itself. When Raven kicked the door in she was hit with a musty, cold smell, like fresh mud, like a grave, clear rainwater and stone. She looked around at the decrepit shelves of odd toys and tools and garbage left by kids like them. Cigarette butts and smashed glass. "L-Lookit that," she said, pointing to a matted teddy bear left by anyone's guess, big round plastic eyes, stitching undone. "He's...cool."

[ @XxM3th0dactingxX ]
            
            Fun? This wasn’t Celia’s idea of /fun/, but then, what was? Hanging around abandoned parking lots, smoking, standing in the CD shop talking to random girls. At least this was getting her out of her usual haunts; not that it was any better. “It looks disgusting,” she said bluntly, kicking the car door closed but following Raven willingly enough across the undergrowth. The wind squealed through broken branches, spiking her blonde hair in stiff hair-sprayed patterns and blowing Raven’s up around her neck. At least it was her, nobody else—maybe she would take it better, if anything should happen—but even then Celia yanked her eyepatch further down her face.
            “Is there even something in here? Like, do you /know/ what the f^ck’s actually in there?” she grumbled, still following devoutly to the back door, swinging depressingly on its hinges. It looked sad, abandoned, even for her.

ridge closed her eyes when the door slammed , beginning to tremble and hug herself tightly , thinking the other was angry with her . " 'm sorry - im sorry ! - " she gasped when the other tugged her hood off . one eye was starting to swell shut , along with that half of her face being black and blue . her lip was busted , and her nose looked like it might be broke . " - don' h . . hurt , 'm sorry - im sorry i - i said - i - i shouldnt be h . . here - let me o - out . . . ! "

@-damaaged- 
            "No, s-s-stop, I..." Listening to them apologize was starting to make her sick. She slammed her door closed and turned the car on for the heat, but then flicked on the light. "I'd be mad too. I'd be tired 'a m-m-m-me too." Without thinking she gently pulled back their hood a bit to look into their bruised face. "Good you're not b-b-bleeding." She glanced back at her bag, then decided against taking out what she'd bought. She didn't want to get them high, just handle what must've hurt like hell. "How b-b-bad does 't f-feel?"

the teen sniffled , flinching a bit when the other approached , but allowed herself to be dragged off . " i . . 'm s - sorry - i . . didn' m - mean t' y . . yell - i didn' mean - " she mumbled , sniffling and rubbing her eyes more . " 't was . . wasn' your , uhm , fault . . i - i was jus' u - upset . . "

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" i - i cant . . 'll wait , uhm . . o - out here - " she mumbled , staying back . 

@-damaaged- 
            "O.K.." Good enough for her, f/ck it. Though she might've preferred they didn't, because she didn't know them or their inclinations, and to keep them safe, she asked: "Ya c-c-comin'?" as she took a few steps toward the door, fingers barely brushing the frame

" dunno , jus' . . w - weird . . . "

@kandistars- 
            "Huh. O.K.." Surveying each of the shells either of them picked up, the ones Autumn gently rinsed around in the water or the ones Nova pried from the sand, that her favorites were the twirly ones, with the faded spikes like the sunbleached turrets of a castle. She listened attentively as Autumn described them as they came about, and she drew her thumb over each of their textures, some layered smoothly in opaque tones, others meticulously ridged like a tiny fragment of a sculpture. With each addition she worried the bag might rip, but it never did. "Hey, check it," she said suddenly, having been staring at the soft mushy sand for a few minutes. It gave off the smell of boiled grass, a heat and a freshness. When a wave rolled in she scooped her hand into the ground and came back with a pile of smooth sand, but with many holes eating eaten into it. When she dropped the lump back into the water she had disturbed dozens and dozens of tiny clams, in purples and whites, grey and orange, burrowing deep back into the ground. "They're so cute and tiny," she said, swishing a handful through the water so that they laid flat in her hand. "They just feel like little squirmy pebbles." She peeked into the bag as she let them fall back into the soupy puddle. "Damn, Gumball's gonna be a king with all those shells." She searched for one that looked something like a crown or a hat, digging her toes into the water and kicking at rocks and tinier fragments, thinking they should've brought the video camera and made some kind of beach episode movie.

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            Smaller shells for smaller crabs, then they could grow up to fill out the larger ones. Often whelk shells were chipped and broken, but the spot Nova had picked right by the water meant the few Autumn spotted immediately were without sand and generally intact. "It depends how small they are, but I don't think clam shells would work," she offered, nudging at one with the sole of a now damp sandal: a rounded white oval with a concave middle, where the creature inside used to live. "Whelk shells are probably still best for the crabs, they come in different sizes. But they're all pretty." She traipsed along uniformly in the wake of Nova's more random movements, refusing to touch the dragging tendrils of seaweed where she let them pull at her ankles. And then Autumn resigned herself to semi-silence; not out of discomfort, but out of a wish to be more of a silent observer, watching the seawater slosh where Nova moved, grey-blue when it rushed to shore but muddy brown as soon as it touched the sand. Occasionally she pointed out different types of shell where she or Nova dropped them into the plastic bag--blue mussels, frilly scallops, all shapes of clams and oyster drills. Each piece of the sea she picked up, she attempted to rid of sand in the muddied water, then dropped (carefully) among the others in the bag. They collected, clinking like pearly pottery shards, decoration for Gumball's house and new homes for their future pet hermit crab and soon-to-be jewellery, jumbled in the bottom of ugly, stretched-looking convenience store plastic.

@kandistars- 
            "O.K.," she said brightly, "sure." She didn't think twice about how brisk and sure Autumn's tone was, like she was ordering her. Nova just trusted her to know more about shells and hermit crabs and the tide than she did, because usually everyone knew better than she did. She talked to her the way teachers did, or her parents, or the way Lisa talked to her when she knew Nova wasn't listening, when her brain got all fuzzy. In any case Autumn's instruction was comforting, she immediately snatched the bucket and compared it to them hem of her shirt, liking the way it matched. She leaned down and patted Gumball's head as though he were an especially obedient dog. "There," she said softly, "now it looks like he has a little friend." She thought about a crab living in a little piece of the ocean, and hearing home wherever he happened to crawl. It seemed like an extraordinary kindness. She swung the bucket at her side and surveyed the beach, deciding the best place to find good shells would be at the shore itself, so they would not be crushed or cracked by the rocks. She dragged her toes in the wet sand as she walked, catching scraps of shells and seaweed. The water was cool and a little sandy when it rolled in in white-lined ripples, pulling up silt and fresh aquatic fragments and dead jellyfish. "Well, when we find 'm they'll start out small, right? So they should have, like...medium-sized shells."

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            "Smells like leaves," Tinù said, "like rot 'r something." She didn't understand why Planchette was so gentle with the thing, it was already dead and it had probably been mutilated worse when it was still whole.
               "Mold doesn' grow on bones," Ry added, bending slightly over Sunny's shoulder. "The soil, maybe, but..." She shook her head, unslipped her backpack from her shoulder, and produced a paper bag, handing it to Tinù. "Careful," she said, but her friend didn't need the warning. She picked at one of the bottom ribs, where they were smaller, giving it a twist to ease it from the spine. It was stained with damp dirt and greenish sludge. "Ectoplasm," she laughed, as she rolled up the bag and handed it back to Ry, "that's funny. Totally the right color."
               "Looks kinda like when blood..." Ry clicked her tongue, thinking. "uh, congeals. Which means something buried it, dug it up, /then/ bled on it and left it here." She shoved the bag back into her backpack, started circling the clearing again. "There's more over bones here, but they all look the same."
               "Unless something else dug it up." Tinù took off her glove and handed it firmly to Sunny, then stood crossed her arms, annoyed. "Just t' discard it later. If something's not killing these guys f'r meat /or/ bones, I dunno what they're after." She only looked down at the girl at her feet: it was easier this way to admire her, instead of head-on where Sunny might notice

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            Whatever Planchette had done to offend Tinù, make her sound so annoyed to share the equipment, she didn't care. It wasn't like Planchette had been openly cold towards her--she tried to reserve judgement--but just then she decided she wasn't going to be sweet to Tinù if she wouldn't return the favour. So she took the glove without a thank-you, tugging it over her right hand after removing her arm from one crutch. As she did so, Sunny watched intently, occasionally trying to come up with suggestions for identifying the green stuff: "Ectoplasm? Like, from a ghost? Or... blood from some weird monster. Maybe it's just mould." As much as Planchette didn't mind Sunny's incessant chatting, she was a little worried Ry wouldn't like the suggestions, or not take either of them seriously based on what they'd said. She'd already seen the expression on Ry's face--although maybe they always looked like that when they weren't smiling, slightly severe, like a teacher, someone who took their job very seriously. Planchette prodded the stuff a couple of times, shifting the skull of the animal very gently, as though it was still alive. "I don't think mould grows on bone, not green mould. Might be algae," she suggested, "but it's not near a water source, really."

@kandistars- 
            Tinù only giggled, she didn't know what to say that didn't sound snarky, but she was so pleased with herself--more appropriately Sunny's praise--that she didn't care. She was just good at noticing what was different, at looking at everything all at once. She blew whisps of golden hair from her face, watching at Sunny did her little...what was probably cataloguing but what looked more like artsy pictures. Tinù didn't mind, though, they looked pretty. She knew Ry would have an issue about it--glanced up at their face, which looked at once stern and disjointed. They weren't going to say anything, but they would think about it later.
               "Sure, I guess," she said finally, reluctantly. She had wanted to give Sunny her other glove, but now that Planchette had /asked/ she couldn't refuse. She tugged it from her pocket and handed it over, hardly looking at the girl. "Whaddya think it is?" she asked, though, no change in her clear, amiable voice. "It's not moss for sure, or...slime. There's no ponds or nothin' like that around here. In my professional opinion, looks like goo." She sniffed the splotch on her glove, but it just smelled like cold, or grass.

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