Swanhill Manor (Gifted Teens/Horror RP- 1 male spot)

[Hargreaves]

Shrugging, Nora turned to Corby. "Well, it's better than what I had. I was living on a park bench. I mean, look at me- I'm not exactly a model citizen!" It was true. Nora's skin was tanned and burned from her time in the sun, and her long hair was tangled. Her jeans were even worn through at the knees. She did try to take care of herself, of course, but that wasn't always as easy as it would be otherwise.
"I hope it is a family," she said vehemently. "And I'm sure that if you don't want to be here, you can explain, and they'll let you go. Or..." she thought of the barred windows. "Maybe not. Where did -do- you live, anyways?"

[Moondancer]

Gabriel woke up quickly, grey-blue eyes opening and immediately taking in his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was walking down the large driveway in front of his house. It was dark, the only sound was the gravel crunching under his feet. He'd just reached the front door when he felt a jabbing pain at the back of his neck; now he was here, in a strange room with bars on the window. He remained surprisingly calm, despite the situation. One of the benefits of being obsessive compulsive, he supposed, was that it allowed him to think logically. There was no point in panicking; panicking would get him nowhere.

Sitting up slowly, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and finally noticed the letter, sitting on the covers beside him. He scanned the writing quickly. He then folded the letter neatly and placed it back exactly where he'd found it. He stood up, examining the bedroom. It was small but pleasant enough, and clean-looking. Still, it wasn't his and that made him uncomfortable. He checked the door, happy to find that unlocked, and opened it, tapping the frame as he left then brushing his hand on his pale blue jeans. It was one of the little rituals that he'd picked up as his condition developed. He knew he didn't have to do it, but it made him feel... safer.

As he left the room, he was presented with a long corridor with identical doors lining each side, presumably more rooms like his. He began to make his way past them and to the stairs he could see at the end, hoping to find someone else. As he walked, he began rubbing his inner wrist with small, distressed movements; a nervous habit.

((I finally managed it! XD))

[Theodore Adams]

Dakar stood in the middle of the room, an equel distance from both Juli and the food bar. His eyes slowly trailed back and forth.
"I suppose...eating is a good idea," he said softly, reaching out for a clean plate. He got himself a bit of turkey, some stuffing and gravey, and peaches before sitting down next to Juli. He stared at his food for a moment, then started eating in small bites. He didn't trust anyone, not even himself. Juli was an exception, though. She seemed too small and inoccent to be here to kill people.

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"I'm from New York," Corby said, still watching the mute boy. "My parents'll be worried about me. They'll sue the owners, family or not." She paused, sighing quietly. "Where are you from?"

[Hargreaves]

"Chicago," Nora murmured. "And I don't have parents. I lived on the streets." Her life hadn't exactly been happy, but it had been good enough for her. She turned to the mute boy and asked, "So, what about you? Do you know any more about this than us, or are you new here too? You can just shake or nod your head," she added hastily, unsure of how to treat him.

[smileyranger]

I'm BAAAAACCCCCKKKKK

((We came home a day early, with nothing to do, and 105 degrees farenheit ((spelling fayul xD)) heat index.. It was the best thing to do at the moment. ))

Dakar stood in the middle of the room, an equel distance from both Juli and the food bar. His eyes slowly trailed back and forth.
"I suppose...eating is a good idea," he said softly, reaching out for a clean plate. He got himself a bit of turkey, some stuffing and gravey, and peaches before sitting down next to Juli. He stared at his food for a moment, then started eating in small bites. He didn't trust anyone, not even himself. Juli was an exception, though. She seemed too small and inoccent to be here to kill people.

"So, why do you think we haven't seen anyone...besides people our age? I'm also unnerved at the sight of a lab with teletype systems that look like they were abandoned 35 years ago, yet this food is fresh...made by people...uh...professionals... within the past 20 minutes..." Juli shuddered, chills enveloping her body, as if she was wrapped in a cloak that had been left outside on a cold winter's night. "At least the food's good..."

[Theodore Adams]

((Ranger's baacckkk;D ))


Dakar shrugged, staring at his food, as if he was waiting for it to jump up and eat him. "At least," he said, poking his chicken with his fork. "I hope it isn't...drugged or anything." He wrinkled his nose. His stomach growled loudly, demanding to be fed. Dakar reluctantly picked up an apple and started munching on it. He didn't really feel like eating, even though he was hungry.

((Ack! Short post:P My muse is being stubborn))

[smileyranger]

((Lol, I have no idea about any of this role-play terminology....what is a 'muse'

btw, happy 1000+ posts! Maybe I'll get there soon xD My blog also has 57 posts! I've only had it for about 60 days, and I'm pulling in 75+ views daily!

I'll reply to your RP post when I get time. My wifi is being stubborn, and I'm trying to catch up with my other threads and such))

[Theodore Adams]

((*gasp* Ranger! You don't know what your muse is?? :O Your muse is the little voice in the back of your head that whispers ideas and plot twists to you, and sometimes words of encouragement when you need them. ^_^ Mine's name iiiss... Imagination! Isn't it creative?))

[smileyranger]

((Why thank you.... *Cowers in corner feeling ashamed* xD))

"Oh hush, like drugging the food would make us any different. Besides, I think we're here for more reasons than to just get killed. It seems, legit-ish" Juli's words dropped off as she felt her hopes sink. Although she couldn't let on to Dakar about her feelings, for he was in a more fragile state than she was.

((Curse you, newly discovered Ranger's muse...xD))

[Theodore Adams]

"Professional...ish?" Dakar repeated, his brow winkling together. He continued to nibble at his apple and poke his chicken uncertainly. "I never read the whole letter. My...condition...it's hard to focus on little things like that. Oh, gosh..."
His heart nearly jumped out of his chest for a second before he caught his breath. He scooted his chair a bit closer to Juli's, his eyes downcast.
"It's nothing," he mumbled. "Just another...just another Illusion."
His eyes traced back to the food bar. Desmedona was there, being deep-fried in a vat of oil along with a bunch of french fries. Its unmoving eyes stared straight up at the ceiling.
As horrifying as his Illusions could be, he was even more scared when he couldn't see any of them. He never knew when they would pop up. Knowing that one was already in the room actually gave him a small sense of comfort.