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

[geinkotsu]

“I’m not so much optimistic, more so trying not to blow this haunted house thing out of proportion.” He quipped. He did not want to be running around freaked out of his mind- besides, he was a man of science! And science dictated there was no such things as ghosts or haunted houses. Although, she had a point… who the hell did put stuff in jars? He didn’t even put stuff in jars. Well, except a few things, but those were creepy mementos from his science class, that was a totally excusable exception. But that thought did not sweeten her last comment.

Kenton rubbed the back of his neck, trying to sooth those creepy thoughts out of his head. God, what if there were jars? Like in those scary movies with the cult basement and the weird jars you never knew what was inside, but they usually crashed and splattered everywhere and the contents were rather unmentionably gross when revealed.

“Well, whatever it is, I hope it is not pickled eggs.” he said. “Or pigs feet…” He said, trying to stir his thoughts out of the creepy mindset. “You know, now jars don’t sound very appealing.”

[remade]

So tell me...
. Name ⇝Aria Tamiko
. Nickname ⇝none
. Gender ⇝Girl
. Age ⇝13

In the mirror.
. General Description ⇝
. Hair ⇝Black
. Eye Color ⇝Dark dark brown
. Height ⇝5'2
. Weight ⇝Underweight
. Body Modifications ⇝Shes realy skiny

Behind the mask.
. Personality ⇝Shy. Quiet.
. History ⇝Parents died infront of her at age 10
. Family ⇝One brother that is 20
. Likes ⇝Books
. Dislikes ⇝The dark
. Fears ⇝Ghosts. Clowns. Bats

[Complicated game]

Clare chuckled. "Pigs feet aren't all that bad. I can name a whole bunch of other things that would be much worse. Flies in chocolate are a legitimate thing." She glanced around the hallways, ignoring the creaking noises. "So you don't believe in ghosts? I don't really think of ghosts. As a brilliant mad man in a box once said, time is really a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff. Maybe it's like when you take pictures over used film." She quickly became distracted by a gruesome old painting of a stuffy looking man. "Something tells me the last people here weren't fans of HGTV." She mused.

[geinkotsu]

“Chocolate flies are no worse than freeze dried ants.” he commented with a smirk. Oh he remembered those dares, better yet, the more raw ones. Like eating live worms. That was much more appealing than eating pickled pigs feet. No thank you. If he would have pigs feet, it’d be grilled, like a man. And burned. Burned on one side with a lot of BBQ sauce. Yeah, that sounded digestible.

“ No, I do not believe in ghosts, persay, as much as I accept the fact that there may be a polar plane intersected with ours. And, actually, time is more like a warp of a space grid modified by matter…” he stated. Woops, geek phase. He laughed. “But that’s just a bunch of textbook crap.” yes, very clever and quick cover up. The most perfect, in fact. Kenton paused when she commented something about the last residents of the place, he looked back at her to find her admiring a piece of painting.

“Pff, puhlleaseee. I doubt these people even own a television set. And if they did, it must have been quite a piece of vintage work.” He traced his steps briefly back to her, looking up at the painting. The painting was chipped and frayed around the edges. Could this possibly be their mysterious owner of the house? Probably, or maybe a family member of the owner. Another possibility. “You know, I hope that no one really lives here. You would think someone who lived here like this wouldn’t be up to any good godly deeds lately.”

[Complicated game]

Clare snorted. "Matter can't pass though planes." She mumbled. "What crap theories have you been reading?" She wrinkled her nose as she stood on her toes to look at the painting better. "I'm sure this place is abandoned. No one in their right mind would stay in a house with no wiring and no proper plumbing. I don't even want to think of what the bathroom here must be like." She shuddered. She turned around to look at Kenton. "Besides. Someone would have noticed someone coming into this old house. Word goes around like wild fire around here." She turned back to the painting. She squinted again, looking closer. "Uh, Kenton? Was his mouth cracked open last time?" She asked, her grey eyes becoming wide at the ugly old man who looked like he was doing an impression of Kirsten Stewart.

[iva wolf]

|| Byal || age of 15 || walking alone on the first floor ||

After a short while in silence,the boy walked towards the east staircase and went down on the first floor.The wooden floor beneath his feet made a creaking noise,like a giggling old witch.The wind outside made its way within through the small holes in the black frame of the windows,creating a sort of whisper.Byal continued his stroll downstairs,undisturbed as he was deep in thought.
So far,there have been strange voices around the house,including screams.There is a chance of them being people but also the chance of them being the ones who trapped me inside.However,if they are in a group,I am in an unfavorable position,as it is much more safe when you have numbers.If I can find someone and we are attacked,there is a chance not I but the other will be caught,while,when alone,I am an only target.Getting out of here will not be easy.There must be some sort of riddle to it,like in all the creepy manga on Mangafox.he pondered.
As he made a turn at a corner,down the corridor,in front of him,one couple was staring at a painting.They seemed decent enough,the boy even having white hair,but it was obvious it was bleached,while Byal's was naturally white.
"Excuse me."he called out from a distance,as he didn't know who they are.

[geinkotsu]

“Eh, nothing really.” he replied when she asked what he had been reading. The mentioning of a bathroom pondered in the back of his mind. Really, if they even had a bathroom… surely it wasn’t working. Oh that was a pleasant thought. That meant going out back and hiding in a bush. Not a pleasant thought for anyone. “Eh, some people live worse.” Kenton commented. He should know, his one bropal was a worse of a slob than he could imagine. Insane, lovable bastard lived in a shack of sorts. He would never enter that war zone again.

When she mentioned the painting, he looked up at it again, brows furrowed together. She… may have been right. But how would a painting change? Surely it had to have been some freak coincidental lapse of sight. There couldn’t be another explanation for it. It was as if a miracle had bestowed itself to scare the daylights out of him, a voice emerging from nowhere deciding to capture him in the worst of timing. He nearly yelped, clamping a hand over his chest and quickly locating the source of the sound. He let out an exasperated sigh, mostly at himself for getting scared over some other person just down the hall.

“Hey, nice to see another face.“ He forced a smile back into place. “Was getting a little creepy with just the two of us.”

[iva wolf]

(Well,since this is going at that direction,lets introduce some more creepiness)

|| Byal || age of 15 || walking alone on the first floor ||

Byal smiled back at the other white-haired boy as he waved his hand.Seeming friendly but he did notice the sudden fright that had arose within the other person just a split second ago,thus he was normal.
"Yah,say how long...."he began but cut his sentence short and froze as he saw a big shadows right behind the other two people"Uh...you might want to look behind you" he mumbled out.

(Sorry,can't write anymore >.< No time left.I would have described it more if I could but I hope you can go on with this)

[Complicated game]

Clare yelped when she heard the voice of the young boy, automatically grabbing Kenton's shoulder, then blushing deeply and letting go. Clare was brave, but only human when voices came out of nowhere. "Oh- So we're not the only ones in here?" She pursed her lips as if wondering if to look behind her. "Wait, should we look, or should we just scream and run? This place is freaking me out, and I currently think that the latter would be a good option." She said.

[iva wolf]

|| Byal || age of 15 || walking alone on the first floor ||

The atmosphere around suddenly became darker as a cold wind began to blow from behind the boy,as if trying to take anything in it's path,drag it down in its current and throw it into the shadows which had arisen behind the couple.Though at first it seemed like a trick of the eye,Byal was suddenly aware that the 'dripping' he was seeing wasn't fake.A pitch black substance,maybe ink or some sort of liquid,was silently going down the walls from the ceiling,almost like vines making their way through the hard soil down to the water below.The dim light from the windows was no longer visible in front of him,the only light coming from behind him.Small dark creatures,probably a species of bugs,appeared from the wholes and corners of the floor and began to make a small creaking noise as they began to eat away the wood beneath the human's feet.The boy was practically paralyzed.It was like some horror mmo game where you're the newbi who gets thrown in the worst of circumstances and has to survive only with some raggy bag and a rusty old knife.One step and he would surely fall because the insects had already make the floor fragile.Don't move and you'll fall.Either choice lead to one outcome.
I'm definitely not staying to find out what's in the shadows behind them! he told himself,making a sharp turn around,but as he took a step forward in an attempt to run for it,the wooden floor below him broke,making an awful noise,as if a siren was screaming,and fell down the newly made dark hole.