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[minho]

;;for those who have been paired, the rooms are up. c:
i am waiting for two people to post their profiles and then we will begin.
i don't even know why this was so popular??

[rhiannon.]

{ ee awesome i'm so ready

[aura-]

I so can't wait to start X3 --

bump

[Stankinator]

I can't wait either! And I love the scenery room
Bump!

[minho]

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ＴＩＭＯＴＨＹ ＤＡＲＲＥＮ ＷＥＳＴ

mr. paranoid | seventeen | timmy, tim, tim-tim, timo, totem, timokins

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Up against the world, as you face your destiny, don't let today's regrets affect tomorrow's dreams. When you shoot for the moon and you miss your mark, don't worry, baby, you'll end up among the stars. Anyone can give up when it's time to risk it all, knowing where you stand, you'll never fal- the music, from Journey's new album Eclipse, was cut off from his phone powering down, his finger forcefully pushing the power button. Taking his earphones out, he slowly shoved them in his pocket, looking behind him as each car passed. He had looked multiple times right and left, up and down, and over his body; he did this to ensure himself that no one, or anything (say a spider, ant, or tick), was out to get him. Making sure he was safe for the fifth time, the blond crossed the street in a hurry, jumping onto the sidewalk and straightly heading inside the mansion.
His suitcases had been taken in by a caretaker and were ushered to his room. This left Timothy alone in a mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Just that last word, haunted sent chills running through his spine and leaving the rest of his skin to crawl. On the plane ride here from Sweden, he had checked the place out, reading all about it online. People reported hearing conversations, seeing manifestations right before their eyes, and feeling a cold vibe. There were countless documents of humans stating things would go bump in the night. And, for a month, the government had rented this place out to 'troubled' teens. Why couldn't they just accept they were different from others? It wasn't a hard concept to cope with. His thoughts were briefly disturbed when the caretaker returned, a man, probably in his late twenties, with a warm presence about him, who smiled at the thoughtful seventeen year old. "One of the first to arrive! You'll get a green key at the end of your trip. You speak...English, right?" the man asked, his arms covered in tattoos and his left ear pierced with what appeared to be a real diamond. Instead of replying with an answer, Timothy followed him to the room, more questions popping into his mind. "What is a green key? Does that have something to do with marijuana? I hear that stuff is legal in Montana, as long as you got a green card. Is a green key something you give to the person working with those drugs to get a green card and then purchase weed? I could really go for some right now." The Swedish teen was one to come right out and say what was on his mind, whether it wasn't the best or the worst thing to say. And, judging by the laugh the caretaker gave, the guy wasn't phased. "Yeah, you wish, kid. There's people two blocks up that sell that kind of stuff if you're interested. I'm not saying go do it but I ain't your dad, either." He stopped short, opening a door that must have led to the room Timothy would be staying in. "You'll be sharing with a girl named Leda, based upon her application, she's a pretty one. Someone out of your league, kid. This is the scenery room. We frown upon the opposite sex sharing the same bed but we ain't here to say what you can or cannot do. This program is to help you guys, if you follow me. First time we ever did something like this. We just usually take a bunch of classes full of little kids and give them a quick rundown of history via Moss Mansion. You could say this is like a vacation, Timokins. Free to do whatever you want as long as you get better." The way the guy just came right out and said stuff was more than amusing; Timmy knew they were going to get along. He stepped through the door and whistled, something to show he was impressed. "No girl is out of my league, butler. And, this is a pretty sweet room. So, is this place really haunted?" he asked, more than curious to find out the answer. He usually didn't believe in those things, but this place, Moss Mansion, seemed more than likely to have paranormal activity. "This is the scenery room, Timmy. Not much happens here, other than the occasional giggling of little girls. But, you'll have to figure it out for yourself." The caretaker winked, shutting the door and leaving Timothy to ponder over what he had been told.

;;i'm starting, anyway. bwaha. none of your starters have to be as big as timothy's, i just have so much muse for that boy. ♥
six lines or more will do, of course. try to make your post remotely pretty? align the text and change the size - that's as fancy as you can get, if you wish. so, you're arriving to the mansion. anyone can play the caretaker, seeing your rooms would be a swag way to role play. just go with the flow, have fun, and take your time when replying/writing up a starter - it doesn't have to be rushed, yeah?
mmmkay, that's about it c;

[aura-]

ⓚⓐⓘⓣ ⓢⓣⓐⓡⓡ

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Kait sat quietly in the passenger seat of her brother's jeep. She didn't say a word the whole ride to the mansion. Her brother thought it was a good idea to make her go. Kait just nodded and smiled and went along with his plans. She didn't really care where it was or who was there as long as she could be alone for a while when she got there to warm up to the place, get used to it. She was going to be there for a while. Her brother didn't really know her reaction or how she felt about going here. She hid her emotions well. He didn't even know Kait was cutting till one and a half years later. She hides things pretty well and rarely shows emotion on her face.

Kait hopped out of the jeep. Shutting the door and grabbing her small suitcase from the back seat. She said good bye to her brother and walked up to the large mansion. Looking at it then the doors that awaited in front of her. She quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Someone came up to her and grabbed her suitcase. They were apparently taking it to the 'Master bedroom' a room she will be sharing with someone else who hasn't arrived. She didn't really care who it was as long as he wasn't a psycho. She quietly followed the caretaker as he guided her to the her room. He tried to make small talk by asking little questions like "So, your Kait. right?" and she would nod. But it's not like he would see so she would say "Yeah" nothing more nothing less. After the guy trying to start a conversation and Kait failing to do so they finally made it to her room. He opened the door for her and she simply said "Thank you" and she walked in. She glanced at the huge room and was a little amazed on how big and...fancy..it was. it was a little over the top. Not much of her liking. But I guess she could get used to it. So she stepped to her bag and picked it up setting it up on the bed. She glanced at the man and said "Thank you" and he walked out shutting the door

I feel like it's not enough compared to yours X3 --

[Stankinator]

Leda
Wearing: X
With: Her nightmares
Mood: Upset

Leda took a deep breath in as she saw the house. "It's someplace to set your thoughts free," her grandmother said. If only that stupid kid didn't tell the school about her cutting. If only the school didn't tell her grandmother about her cutting. If only her grandmother didn't care so much about her. Leda felt like she was letting her grandmother down. That hurt to. She hated how she easily got hurt. Leda sighed and paid the cab man. She got out to see a guy waiting at the front of the door. He smiled and walked up to her. "Hey, you must be Leda. I'm the caretaker and I'll be taking care of you. Oh, and also you'll get a green key at the end of your trip." Leda was confused about all of it, why was she getting a green key? Why was he the caretaker? Why was she just standing there with her bag in her hand? "Um....," Leda didn't really know how to respond to this. She wasn't use to excitement. The caretaker shrugged, "Not use to talking? I get it, let's get you to your room." Before Leda knew it she was in the house. It was big to her, at least compared to her small one story house. She moved her bangs halfway out of her face, the way she did when she was nervous. The caretaker just smiled like nothing was wrong. Well for him nothing was. But for Leda it was just horrible. He had his hand on her back, which made her move faster. It was hard to take in the house when your walking at thirty miles per hour. Okay, that was a bit over exaggerating, but to her it seamed like it. The caretaker just kept babbling about the place and Leda didn't really care until he said something about sharing the same room with a different sex. "Wait, what," Leda said while trying to hide her Irish accent. The caretaker stopped walking, "You have an Irish accent?" Leda nodded with embarrassment. The caretaker smiled then went on about the same sex sharing room thing. Before Leda new it she was in front of a door. "This is your room. Have fun," the caretaker took of down the hallway leaving Leda there in front of the door. She touched the doorknob and slowly opened the door. She did't know what to see but she was ready to see a coffin for her bed. Leda opened the door fully and was amazed from the scenery. "Woa," she said under her breath. She walked towards the window while dropping her bag halfway. Leda didn't even realize Timothy was in the same room.

[minho]

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ＴＩＭＯＴＨＹ ＤＡＲＲＥＮ ＷＥＳＴ

mr. paranoid | seventeen | timmy, tim, tim-tim, timo, totem, timokins

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The seventeen year old blond had already made himself comfy in the scenery room; make yourself at home - that's what he always believed. After all, for a month, this would be their home. He had his feet up on the bed and his head was resting on a pillow, his hands folded on his stomach. Timothy was still dressed, though, earlier when he had entered the room, the thought had crossed his mind to take off his shirt. Granted it was a winter day, Timmy knew more than better that would not be smart on his part. Then again, who ever said he was a smart guy? Living in a mansion with a bunch of strangers meant you could pretend to be somebody else. As that thought crossed his mind, a smirk formed on his face, vanishing within seconds when he heard a familiar voice outside the door along with what seemed like a leprechaun conversing with the caretaker. Someone had a bit too much of Lucky Charms that morning. The voices stopped, causing Timothy to panic a tad. What if they had just discussed their plans on killing him? What if the two were going to torture the copper-eyed beauty? He gulped quietly, watching anxiously as the doorknob begun to turn. He sunk lower into the bedding, the pillows allowing his head to go deeper within them. Even at a position like this,the door was within eyesight, permitting a full frontal view of who was entering. Suspense was at its peak and when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, a breathtaking girl entered the room, not even noticing the teenager on the bed. His mood was washed over with relief and curiosity. This girl, Leda, must have been the roomie the butler (caretaker) had been speaking about. Timothy sat up in the bed, his head tilted to the side as he watched the black haired girl look out the window. His eyes slowly averted to the fallen suitcase, smack dab in the middle of the room. "You should pick that up, I don't want to trip over it and break one of my bones. I'm Timothy, by the way."

;;it's more than fine. as long as your posts are thought out and gives someone something to reply to, it's all good. c:

[B r o k e n;]

((Going to post in a bit after my mother leaves to go to work))

[B r o k e n;]

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female►

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"So, are you going to talk to me?" Noah, Hazel's 20-year-old 'brother' asked, looking at her for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road. Hazel hasn't said a word ever since they got in the car he rented, 14 hours ago. Sure, she did sleep for about 3 of them, but still, that leaves 11 hours of awkward silence with the radio quietly playing in the background of Hazel's sighs, Noah's imploring and the car's engine. They could've just fly over to Montana from England, but Noah wanted a bit of time with his sister, to sort things out. Away from other people. "Look, Boo," he used her special nickname, making her odd-colored eyes - which she hated, but he loved - finally set on him "I'm sorry. I know I suggested going to this place, but it's for your own good, alright? You know how much I care about you" he looked at her for a moment before looking forward again "and I really don't want to lose you. Nor do mom and dad." he finished, biting his lip and tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he waited and hoped his little sister would reply.

Hazel kept looking at him, but then turned her gaze onto the ground, thinking. She didn't see why Noah made such a big deal over a few little baby-cuts, way smaller than the ones she's had in the past. She got that part of the reason was her social anxiety, but she was more than sure that what actually made Noah research this place was the fact that she broke down again, on Reece's birthday. Absentmindedly, the girl reached over to the necklace she always had on before letting out a small sigh. "Right... fine, I get that. But if they have bad food, I'm making you fly over and drive to wherever I'm at and bring me some Nando's." she finally said, glancing over at her brother to catch him smile, which made her smile, sort of.
"That's a promise." Noah said, his smile turning into a full-on grin, his grip on the wheel relaxing as he kept on driving. "Aaand we're here." he added, making the car stop and turning the engine off before unbuckling his seat belt and jumping out of the car. Hazel did the same, but less enthusiastically. I mean, what was there to be excited about?

The girl walked out of the car, closing the door and looking up at the mansion. It was big, but not surprisingly big, her house was just a bit smaller. Even so, she prefered her house, it didn't look as creepy and old as Moss Mansion did. The building looked historical, she guessed it was built around the 18th-19th century, judging by the architecture. Wait. Why would she know that? Because Mr.Winters was an architect, that's why. Still, she felt weird knowing this, but how could she not? She always paid attention to what Peter said about his work, in fact, she always paid attention when any person spoke. Teachers, bullies, family, people on TV, sometimes even random strangers on the street.
"Hello... Hazel?" Noah's hand on her shoulder startled her and she jumped a little, which made her brother chuckle. Hazel glared at him, crossing her arms.
"Don't do that, alright?" she muttered, glaring a little.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, Boo." he said, hugging his sister tightly. Hazel also wrapped her arms around him and they stood like that for a while. "You know, I'm going to miss you showing up at my house randomly asking me to make you food when mom and dad are at work." he mumbled, pulling back. Okay that was true, but it was only because the only thing Hazel could cook were sandwiches and cakes, nothing else. Seriously, if burning water was possible she would be the one to do it.

"It's just a month of hell, right?" Hazel asked, stepping back and looking at the mansion again.
"Hell? Really? This is meant to be a good place, remember?" Noah asked, raising a brow. "It's not like it's haunted or anything." he added, rolling his eyes.
"Actually... " a man's voice was heard, making both Noah and Hazel jump a little. "There, there, children. I'm no ghost. I'm the caretaker." he laughed loudly. "Now hurry up, missy, I've got others to welcome here as well." he added in a friendly tone, grabbing all of Hazel's bags from Noah with great ease. "I'll let you say your goodbyes and meet you, Hazel, inside." he then walked off.

"Wow, he knows my name. Now I'm scared." Hazel said before hugging her brother again.
"Don't be, he seems cool. Call me before you go to sleep! See ya!" And with that Noah was back in the car and driving off.
With a loud sigh the girl reluctantly made her way inside the mansion, finding the caretaker waiting for her.
"There ye are." he said before starting to walk off. Hazel blinked and quickly ran after him, easily catching up as she was quite fast and she figured all her bags were slowing him down, but then to her surprise he picked up his pace, making her have to speed-walk, which was okay, seeing as that meant getting to her room faster. She sort of started to zone out, not really listening to the man anymore, but from the few words she heard he was telling her about the history and whatnot.

"Here we are." the man announced loudly, making Hazel's heart stop for a second. Damn, that was scary.
"Right... thank you." she mumbled quietly as the caretaker left her bags inside the bedroom and left, closing the door behind him.
As soon as the man exited Hazel ran to one of the two beds, not really questioning why there were two, and collapsed on one, looking up at the ceiling. What should I do now? she thought, glancing over at her suitcases. Decorating! she decided and stood up again, opening a small suitcase which was full of posters and other useless things. She got out some blu tack and started to stick the posters on the side of the room where her bed was, all over the walls. By the time she was finished she had more than 100 eyes staring at her, but that was okay with her, because Bring Me The Horizon. Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens and the rest of the bands on the posters were very hot.