тне ноυsе оf мιdиιgнт || Ассертιиg || Sемι-lιт

[LEAVING]

Aura gulped. " Trapped? " She whimpered, still hearing the insane humming. " HAHAHAHAHA!" The voice chortled. Aura shook her head. No. Not trapped! Not trapped at all! This was some sick, sick joke! She ran for the door, her heart pounding as she tried to turn the knob. Locked. They were trapped. She felt a tear run down her cheek.

[Complicated game]

So tell me...
. Name ⇝Clare Potter
. Nickname ⇝Uh- Clare?
. Gender ⇝Female.
. Age ⇝17 going on 18

In the mirror.
. General Description ⇝A tall, nimble young girl with grey eyes and brown hair.
. Hair ⇝Oak brown
. Eye Color ⇝Grey-blue
. Height ⇝5'7"
. Weight ⇝117
. Body Modifications ⇝None.

Behind the mask.
. Personality ⇝Clare is one of those girls that you hate, but can't really bear to hate at the same time. She always has good intentions, but they often go wrong. She's slow to trust anyone, but protective after that. She's very daring once she gets over one fear, but after that she can become reckless. She's clever, but not the kind to play chess. She would rather listen to riddles or poetry.
. History ⇝She had a rocky relationship with her older sisters, except for the oldest, and had problems with her parents. Things fixed themselves by age fifteen. She had an easy life as the youngest child, getting everything she wanted, except for the one thing she wanted the most. Adventure.
. Family ⇝Three older sisters (Two who loved to taunt her) and two older parents.
. Likes ⇝Isolation, riddles, nature, archery, mysteries.
. Dislikes ⇝Not knowing something, birds, onions, math, cooking.
. Fears ⇝Fire (Had too many encounters with 2nd degree burns) birds and loosing her legs.

So tell me...
. Name ⇝Jason Bennett.
. Nickname ⇝Jay. He likes being called Jay.
. Gender ⇝Male
. Age ⇝17

In the mirror.
. General Description ⇝A tall rather pale guy with a laid back air.
. Hair ⇝Black
. Eye Color ⇝Amber
. Height ⇝Six feet, even.
. Weight ⇝148
. Body Modifications ⇝Nope.

Behind the mask.
. Personality ⇝He's a calm dude with a quick tongue. He finds it easy to hide what he's thinking, unless he's extremely nervous. He's not one to get too attached to anyone or anything very easy since he knows loss. After he gets attached to someone though, he gets a little overprotective. He means well though.
. History ⇝He lived a normal childhood until a trip to visit distant family went horribly wrong. Long story short, he lost his mother and after her death he and his father moved and his school life spiraled downwards from there.
. Family ⇝Only his father. He never had any siblings.
. Likes ⇝Chinese food, goofing off, dogs, chatting.
. Dislikes ⇝Being called goth, pears, super happy people, dust.
. Fears ⇝Drowning, falling.

[iva wolf]

|| Leila || age of 10 || alone on the 3rd floor ||

"There was once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen!

So much furniture littered her abode
Her loyal servant who's likeness surely showed
Josephine was what her horse was named
All the riches of the world is what she had claimed."

The song echoed in the hallways of the third floor with the tapping sound of two feet which danced on the wooden floor,which made a creaking noise with each step.Two arms spread widely on every side.A little body so lightly moving across the dark house.A little girl with a smile on her face would cheerfully sing her song,completely ignoring the horrifying screams below her.She send left and right in the hall as she skipped along the tune of her melody

"Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of bloodied doom
Even though the flower is so very refined
The thorns had driven it's garden to decline."

|| Byal || age of 15 || alone on the second floor ||

The boy awoke in the strange house.It was his fifth day within this mansion-like place of horror.He got up and once again began to look around for a living soul.In the distance,he could hear the fading echoes of voices,however,he did not dare near them,as he had no idea of who was it that made them.

[мосна]

"Yep, did that my first day too," Lee shrugged. He walked over to her, patted her on the back, and went upstairs. "You'll be fine, I'm working on something," he called over his shoulder, before continuing his walk upstairs. He yawned and planned to find a bedroom to sleep in for the night. Previous two nights, he'd slept, very lightly, downstairs, waiting and hoping for the door ro open, If only he hadn't moved, he might have reached the door in time.

[Accepted]

[iva wolf]

|| Byal || age of 15 || alone on the second floor ||

The boy walked quietly towards the direction of the voices and noticed how a figure was going up the stairs.Despite wanting to run over,he knew this still might be the unknown being which trapped him inside this mansion,thus he kept his calm and watched from a nearby corner on the second floor as this one person went up the stairs.

|| Leila || age of 10 || alone on the 3rd floor ||

Leila's ears perked up and her eyes got a little bigger as she heard footsteps other than hers.She stopped singing her song and turned around to look at the staircase which was a few meters away from her.Someone was coming.On the little girl's face a huge smile appeared and she ran over to the place.She suddenly jumped right in front of a boy who was about to step on the third floor and cheerfully spoke:
"Hello,onii-san!Who are you?How did you get here?"

[Complicated game]

(Yeah. By the way, sorry for the derp moment. I have a hard time reading cryptic text.)
Clare looked at the house. She snorted as she mentally heard her friends telling her about the house. "It's haunted." She mocked in a high pitched voice to herself. She didn't look back to the green mini van on the curb where her friends peered out from. "Like heck it is!" She matched forward, though fear still shot though her. She quickly opened the door and marched in, but yelped when it slammed like it was blown by a violent wind. She screamed, pounding on the door, then ran and rammed into it. Nothing. She fell over on her second try and hit her head on the floor and moaned.

(I'm gonna wait a little to introduce Jason in. Give a small gap in the time.)

[мосна]

[It's all good]

"Onii-san, what? I'm Lee Jackson," The fair-haired boy introduced himself to the young girl that had appeared in front of him suddenly. "I was hoping there would be more than me and the noob here," he smiled slightly as he managed to use some gaming knowledge in a normal situation. Well, not an entirely normal situation, they were trapped inside some freaky old house with no obvious means of escape. "Wait," he said, interrupting his own thought train, "why are you here? I thought it was only idiotic teens that went into haunted houses like this one, not, what, nine? year old girls," he frowned at the little girl, folding his arms.

[geinkotsu]

(Long intro warning;)


His mind was nothing but perplexed and bewildered, he could not say he was especially angry, no, not anger really. More of a disappointment that had allotted itself into a more sour mood. It was the reason he was out here, on his own, in the dark, ghastly forest like some lone straggly witch looking to brew someone up in a cauldron. Kenton hung around the trees, wandering aimlessly in the foreshadowed branches that tangled overheard, seeping only minor visions of the stars above.

The sound of an old generation song blaring from the small buds in his ears was not enough to distract him from noting that his socks were getting dirty from walking around in the dirt like this. Oh well, he could always wash them, one way or another. The thought crossed his bleach stricken noggin that walking in wet socks would be utterly uncomfortable. Besides, where was he going to find water around here? As far as he knew, there was no lakes or streams around here.

Kenton ran his fingerless gloved fingers through his ghostly white hair, walking with a wiggle in his step as he indulged in the song that played overbearingly loud in his ears, blocking out the sounds around him. Not that he expected to hear anything out here- why would he? He never knew anyone to live out here. Hell? Why was he even reserving this song to himself!? This was one amazing song, and he could not bare not to sing to it.

He turned his headphone up all the way, removing one and singing to a classic song. Changes by David bowie. There was no resisting singing to this treasure of a song. A form flittered overhead the twisted fingers of the dead trees, he paid no heed. Surely just an owl or something, you could never tell with this confusing place. He paused however when he stepped on an especially sharp branch, stopping instantly in his passionate willy nilly song-singing. He grimaced and pulled up his foot, brushing off the dirt from the bottom of his white and blue tipped sock.

“Jee, ow.” he muttered, picking the piece of branch out of his foot and hoping it wasn’t too deep- he didn’t have a Band-Aid on him, which meant he had to go all the way back home to get one. He sighed, looking around- but which way was home? Gah, he rubbed his face in frustration. He was such an idiot for going this deep into the woods, in the middle of the night, without any means of finding his way back out of the woods. Well… might as well keep walking, maybe there was a pond around here he could settle at for a night’s sleep. Kenton looked up at the tree tops, trying to get a look at the moon, but the sky was overtaken by wispy black clouds, parting in shallows to show small bits of stars. Creepy.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw something moving over the trees and quickly stood at attention, looking for whatever was moving. Something was out here… He held his ipod tight, his weapon of choice to whatever was stalking him through the trees. Not that it would work very well. He saw a few other shadows and shrunk back into the nearest tree, clutching the poor little white and blue diamond patterned ipod tight in his hands as if it was some type of nunchaku. His eyes widened when he heard that familiar beastly screech, eminating from the darkness that his eyes could not dare begin to peer through.

A bat exploded from the treetop and he screamed, fleeing like he was four and had been confronted by a gigantic purple dinosaur… That was a nightmare he would rather not relive! He ran as fast as he could, hearing the wings beating somewhere behind him. He was not sure if it was following him or what, but he was not staying to find out! He finally dig look back and did not see where he was going, tripping over a dark tangled root. He looked forward, suddenly noticing a house towering over him, without much avail as he tripped onto the porch with a scorching momentum and hit the door.

He was sure he heard it splinter as it swung in, grazing another girl as he tumbled over her and hit the ground with a loud thud, his ipod, still blaring with music, flying across the room and skidding over the floor. He did not stay still long, screeching something about a winged demon as he stood up, fighting with his jacket, trying to get it off as something crawled under it.

“DEAR LOVE OF GOD GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!!!” He cried out, having a panick attack in middle of the foyer nearly thrashing around the area like an imbecile. He ripped off his jacket like it was a blood sucketing garment of doom and tossing it as far away as possible, the bat clinging to it for life as it tumbled with it on the floor and was ensnared in the diamond patterned cloth. Still that did not seem enough as he swatted over his black, long sleeves shirt to make sure there were no more hitchhikers.

[Complicated game]

Clare sat up. "DON'T LET THE DOOR-" Too late. "Close." She now noticed the screaming stranger who seemed to meet the same fate. She also noticed the bat. "Oh you poor thing!" She gingerly picked up the startled bat and examined it to make sure it was alright. She cradled it close to her chest, as she always had a soft spot for bats, and looked to the boy. "Who are you, and what's going on here?" She demanded, her face hardening, as she had no soft spot for boys screaming bloody murder.

[geinkotsu]

Kenton pointed accusingly at the dazed bat. “Poor thing? That thing was trying to eat me!” he replied. Guh bats, he hated bats. Why did it have to be bats!? Kenton ran his fingers through his messy hair, shuddering. It had been on him, he felt violated and dirty. He looked around, “Me? I’m Kenton…. Was going for a walk and a hoard of bats tried to claim my blood.” he grimaced. He hoped there were no bats in this forsaken looking house… “What about you? Do you live here or something? Sorry if I intruded.” he added, a little bit more calmly, although eyeing the bat with a venomous glare. No trust.