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@ourangeI      really?    thanks——yeah,   i’ve been looking for new books to read,    gothic novels are my go to genre.

–you can read it,  if you’d like to..   ’m on my fifth read,  anyways.

nobody will miss him. [tone raspy, a grin not quite reaching the ends of his mouth.] born to hit, not miss. 

@AIMTRUE       are you?   because not even a minute ago you threw a fork into that guy’s eye.    great aim,  though.

hm.  alright.    [ shoulders relax and the woman looks between the other and her favorite purple bong.  a small smile forms. ]    so  ..  you want to take a hit or—-? 

@greengoree        it wasn’t on purpose.    besides,   being a buzzkill would mean i’d be standing here telling you to  /not/  meditate and smoke weed.   i’d be a hypocrite.

it’s just meditation .. with some weed.  harmless.  hey,  you shouldn’t sneak up on people,  y’know.  it’s rude—-  and a buzzkill.  

@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?