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@buryherdown   [he didn’t question who virginia was.  by now, he was used to her gift—probably the only one who could understand it to a degree.  because of that,  michael nods and gives the ‘absent’ corner an apologetic smile]  my uncle reopened the case—he knows all about mimics and stuff…  [but that wasn’t why they were here.  not exactly.  mimics didn’t just target anyone, though it was hard to believe.   they fed off of dark energy whether  personal or just orbiting around the individual(s).   same darkness that sparked the flames of the tag murders—the red club massacre… the warren house—ironic.]  it doesn’t make sense, though.  why the fritzroys?   and mimics—even with everything we know about them they’re still a mystery.   creatures who pretend to be human—take the place of the ones they eat.   these guys just …  slaughtered them 

@fearyear    [with each slow step,   rotted floorboard creek underneath her feet as she glances around.  the house seems untouched yet withered away all at the same time. pictures slanted on the wall;   seven daughters ranging from the ages of 21 to 9. whatever happened in this house all those years ago surely lingered,   whether it was the energy or the presences,   all in which made her head ache. she halted by the dusty piano,   fingers tracing over deep scratch marks in the wood] the fitzroys.  i've heard of them—   vaguely. it was an east coast sensation when my mom was growing up. they all thought..   the sole survivor killed her family,   yet had no proof. or something like that.   [she turns her head some,   not to necessarily look at him,   but to the chair in the corner.  they were being watched no doubt. by one or all,   she couldn't say.  the sense of impending doom in the fitzroy house was almost nauseating she couldn't even focus. there was a subtle nod given to her at what he had said,   as if to validate his truth.]   she said you're right—virginia,  that is.

@fearyear        old?   it’s rotting in some places..   how did you even find out about this place?

@santoros        are you sure?    i mean..   i’ll give it back when i’m done reading——i read pretty fast.

@buryherdown  oh gosh,  dean—-my brother. yeah, he’s … something.    but yes .. that is me.  so sorry i had to hear about you from my uncle /of all people/ before meeting you. 

@santoros      his dad?   if anything,   i thought it would’ve been..   what’s his name——dean?   but nic,   short for nicole——    nice to meet you.  i take it that you’re the..   cousin abroad?

@buryherdown   oh!   no,  my uncle did or—well,  he insinuated so i just connected the dots.   i’m sophia,  by the way!   

@fearyear      /    dadaman

@buryherdown     ⟢      do tell,  you shouldn't allow such emotion to fester.

@ivampsuckyerblood       worried isn’t the right word.    confused——would be the better fit.

@testedsoul     i would say that’s morbid,   considering our scenery..   but then i’d sound like a hypocrite.   can i sit with you?

i like the peace and solitude. 

@testedsoul      and i would’ve..   if i knew anyone else was here.   why  /are/  you here?

@dearprey      as far as i’m concerned?   you have all the time in the world,   considering you willingly joined my trek in the woods.   [it wasn’t ideal,   no,    only bad things happen as the sun goes down.   pulling her jacket closer to her frame from inside her pockets,   she glances around at the woods,   for anything inconspicuous]    it’s a shed,   an old one.   might be covered by moss and tree life.    it’s got some..  things in it,   things i guess i need.

[  a small amused curl of his lips take its place,  only briefly,  however.   hands rest in the pockets of his coat,  walking besides her.  ]   it’s been an hour and the sun is starting to go down.  since you’re clearly the boss,  what’s the plan now?  i don’t have the time to wander in circles. 
            
            /  we love to see it

/  tehe i had to make my semi annual reappearance 

@blondiestein     because honestly?   they listen.   sure it might be out of fear and intimidation,   but it’s better than nothing.    so please,   just this once—    and after you can go do nothing for..   however long you want.

@buryherdown     why is it whenever something happens /i’m/ the one that has to do everything.     when there’s a new ghost, i have to say hi. when there’s something talking /i/ have to shut it up.      what if /i/ just want to do nothing every once in a while 

@blondiestein       well, whoever it is?  tell them to quiet it down.

you as well.  been awhile since we last had a chance to talk with one another,  however,  life gets in the way,  unfortunately.  how have you been,  by the way? 

@bludmaw     trust me,   i get it.    my lifestyle and—     profession is definitely controversial,   not many people like it.   but it’s good to have you back.

been on lying low for awhile, actually. some people really don't like what i do for a living   ..  you know how it gets—or well—i am back now. that's all that matters.

@blondiestein     i’m sure you can find some others around here—   make some friends..   so you don’t bother me when i’m busy.   i’m sure you three can find some other lonely ghosts. i’m sure there’s plenty.   [it was like dana was there for everyone to see,   so it felt and seemed like a full on conversation..   well,  besides the fact nolan’s eyes kept following hers around the room with each stride that dana took.   for now,  she seemed infatuated with the clutter of makeup—   more specifically lip glosses on her vanity]    take whatever and leave..   and make it quick,   thanks so much.

@buryherdown   ew.  [she makes a face,  not that nolan was a bad looking guy,  the question just made her feel sick—if she could even feel that anymore]    i have standards .      not to mention,    the only other /ghosts/  available to talk to is  seventies stoner with mop hair and  tweety bird with rosy cheeks.   

@blondiestein     why,  you want him?   [nolan’s  reaction was nothing more than an afterthought,   only the pure annoyance of being interrupted—   once again,   by dana.    she rolls her eyes as her gaze follows dana,   investigating the scene. grabbing the pillow from behind her head,  she holds it close to her chest as she lays back]   don’t you have—   oh i don’t know,   other ghosts to hang with?