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[AbbeyDawn]

{Sorry, there's no more girls spots open. There's only two guys spots. But once Bryn or someone else dies (I intend on having somebody dying soon to get drama) Des can come in as a "Spare Player" from the Ghosts if you like.

@BTR, yep.
@Aniki, its great ^^}

[Kaeris]

Matt woke up and raised quickly. He looked around but did not see anything. so he took off his glasses and looked at them. Nothing wrong with them so he put them on again and stood up. The room smelled and was tiny. He saw others laying around him and just sat down again and ran his hand trough his hair. Where the h*ll am I? he thought to himself.

[Placebo Effect]

●Rhea Eventide and Cyrus V. Grange●

Anyone who has ever woken on a cold wooden floor with a pretty bad recollection of the events that happened before they fell unconscious will be able to tell you, it's not the nicest way to wake up. There are few explanations for waking up under such circumstances, and not many of them are good explanations, none of them are very nice ways to fall asleep.

Rhea grimaced as she woke up, her breath billowing out into cold, damp clouds. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, shivering. Her small slender hands scrabbled against the cold wet floorboards for her glasses. The floor shouldn't be wet should it? Rhea assumed that the house she'd been to had been a dream. It was after all rather blurry in here without her glasses, and she assumed she'd fallen out of bed because of her nightmares... Or perhaps she was still in one.

She bit her lip as she slipped her glasses onto her nose, and looked about the room. The hunched bodies of others, whom she hoped were alive were huddled around the rather empty dreary room. She figured that they must be alive since they were shivering as if they were cold. She wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged them close, a technique to warm yourself up. Her small heart gladdened as people began to rise and wake.

Cyrus was sure his bed was much comfier than this. He groaned and pulled himself up from the floor, blinking as his eyes began to adjust to the lack of light in the small dark room. He looked around at the others who seemed to be as confused as he was. There was no point in asking them what had happened. He looked up when he heard the skittering of rats in the dark corners of the room. Disgusting.

[AbbeyDawn]

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Bryn's legs were held highly up to her chest as she stared blackly around at the small, dingy room. Small spiders with tiny, red lines going along their backs hid in the far corners of the room. She was sure they were poisonous. Her thick, blonde hair was already filled with ash and fallen cobwebs that had fell from the ceiling. Bryns pretty, emerald green eyes darted once around the room again, seeing allmost everyone else was awake. "Where are we?" She whispered quietly, but even her almost silent words echoed around the damp room.

There was no light in the room, only rats, spiders, and ash. Oh, and squeaky floorboards that Bryn was certain that if one of them jumped on it, it would collapse under their feet. How did I get here? She asked herself over and over again in the darkness, but her eyes were drawn to another girl in the room (Aki). She seemed gothic, but so did almost everything in this room and light. "Hello?" Bryn called to nobody in particular, just hoping that they ween't figurments of her imagination.

(BTR, could you make your posts a bit more descriptive please?)

[ChairfaceChippendale]

((Edited. Be warned, I'm not great at RPing guys))

[Kaeris]

((I'll try. I'm not so good at describing.))

Matt stood up again. He brushed off his glasses again as they got dirty form the room. It was cold so he lightly shivered. He looked around again. Old, wet, cold, dark and scary. Just like in all the horror movies and book he has read before. He ran his hand trough his curly afro again as he shivered more. Rat ran around and he looked at he others as they woke up.

[AbbeyDawn]

{Accepted. Sorry about that.}

[Aniki]

Ari couldn’t stop the sarcastic reply before it spilled from her lips, “My guess is a damp, dark, and dirty room…” Once her words were gone, Ari knew they wouldn’t come back. Sighing and mentally scolding herself for being so rude she quickly apologized to the voice. “Sorry…” Her own voice was shaky and nervous. Sarcasm was her way of covering up her fears and worries, but it pushed people so far away.

[ChairfaceChippendale]

((Thanks ))

Damien had been awake for a while, silently scanning the room for a way out. Well, trying to look for a way out. It was too dark to tell if there even was one. He watched as the others woke up, most of which seemed pretty confused or scared. As much as he hated to admit it, he was a little scared as well. How long have we been here? he wondered. There were spiders and cobwebs everywhere, which was a little cliche but still managed to scare him.

[The violent pacifist]

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||Name||
Evelyn Gale
||Nickname(s)||
Eve, Evelyn
||Age||
17
||Gender||
female
||Nationality||
Russian and English
||Appearance||
Evelyn has long brown hair that looks redish when caught in the light at certain angles. She always wears it down and parted at the side with a few strands on each side, framing her face. Along with that she has high cheek bones and a thin face with mossy green eyes and lips the color of blood. She's very tall at six feet, or 1.82 meters, and relatively thin but in a natural way with a medium-sized bust(Breasts)and creamy, pale white skin.


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||Personality||
{5+ proper sentances.}
Well for starters, Evelyn has anger issues. She tends to vent all of her anger at a number of things on the first person she sees. Along with her anger is a violence that comes out almost immediately. Aside from violence she's also armed with a dagger for a tongue, metaphoricallyof course. But she also has a softer, more protective side to her. When she's not attempting to beat someone to a bloody pulp, she'll normally stand up for those who can't defend themselves. Ontop of all that, she is a skeptic to all things supernatural and doesn't believe in ghosts.
||History||
Evelyn was born and raised in Los Angelos, California. She grew up practically raising herself because her father was always away at work and her mother had died of breast cancer. When her father actually was home, he was always drunk and used to beat her. This is where Evelyn got her aggressive and violent edge. Every few years, she'd run away and live on the streets but people would always bring her back to her father until she finally moved out and dropped out of school at the age of sixteen. Ever since then, she's lived on her own; alone. Around this time she picked up a smokign habit and began to learn both kickboxing and fencing at a local rec center.
||Secret||
{Under all her anger and violence, she's very insecure and thinks very little of herself and believes everyone around her thinks very little of her as well}
||Best Friend||
{Good luck with that}
||Likes||
‡ Sketching
‡ Kickboxing
‡ Fencing

||Dislikes||
※ People in general
※ Her father
※ people who believe in the supernatural

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||Where did you want to be in the future||
{She's never really thought about having a future for herself outside of how she already lives life}
||Crush||
{No one yet but she's bi so it could be a girl or boy}
||Boyfriend/Girlfriend||
{Nope}

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||Username||
{The violent pacifist}
||Nickname||
{Anything you want}
||Other||
{I'm going to an anime con later so I probably won't be on much this weekend}