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[haadez_]

marcus lightmon

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m o o d;
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no one
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heading inside
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marcus sits in the car, his head against the window as his mum drives. sadly everyone was in the car, his mum, two sisters, and three brothers. he didn't want to listen to them trying to comfort him and apologize for sending him the the stupid place, so he had ear plugs in. silence was the only thing he heard for five hours as they drove. no music, no talking, no outside noise, just quiet. though silence for five hours would turn any normal person mad, marcus was fine with it, in fact he enjoyed it more then noise. suddenly feeling something on his ear, marcus turns only to have one of his ear plugs ripped out. "come on Marcus, please speak to us." his mother begs for the millionth time. Narrowing his eyes, he glares at her, staring at the ear plug she had in her hand. Heaving a sigh, she hands it back and he smiles slightly at it before putting it back in. ever since he stopped talking all anyone ever did was beg him to start talking again, when before they yelled at him to shut up. Glancing up at the mirror, he sees his twin brother Nick looking at him sadly, begging him to talk with his eyes. Shifting his head, marcus lets his hair fall over his eyes before laying it back down against the window.

as they pull up to the building, marcus bites his lip not wanting to enter the supposedly haunted building. "well your not going to talk so get out and go inside." his mum snaps, yanking out his ear plugs before realization crosses her face as she realizes how she sounded. marcus blinks and opens the door. "marcus mum didn't mean to snap at you. we just think this is the best thing for you." his younger brother Sam says threw the window. grabbing his luggage from the trunk, marcus walks inside without even a glance behind him, ignoring all the yells of goodbye from the car. "are you marcus?" a voice asks from beside him. turning around he sees what he guessed to be the caretaker. Nodding, marcus stares at the man. " ah yes, right you don't talk. alright than, follow me to your room." the man says taking marcus' luggage and walking upstairs. "you and another member will be sharing the attic room. your roommate is of the opposite sex, I do hope that won't be an issue." the man continues talking as they head up to the attic. Marcus smiles at the man and takes his stuff back as they arrive at the room, before closing the door and sliding down to the floor. Pulling his ear plugs out again, he puts them in and goes to unpack his stuff.

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Kait glanced around the room and noticed there was no one in her room. So she walked to the door and opened it and saw the caretaker starting to walk away. So she ran after him and got tapped on his shoulder causing his to turn around and face her and he said "What's wrong" and Kait shook her head and said "Nothing, I just want to know who I will be sharing the room with" and the caretaker gave a small smile happy that she said more than one worded letters. He then replied "Someone named Shane. He hasn't arrived yet" Kait nodded then asked a little nervous"That would be a girl right?" and the caretaker gave a small laugh and said "No, you will be sharing a room with the opposite sex" Kait nodded, but she still showed no emotion on her face so she just said "Alright, Thank you" and she walked back to her room and opened the door then shut it behind her. Walking back to her bed where she had set her suitcase. It was still unopened so she moved it off the bed and set it atop the chair and opened it glancing around the large room to see if there was a place to store her clothes. She found a large dresser, there were two so she was guessing the other was for the boy. So she opened up the drawers placing in her clothes and such. she had a couple things in her bag such as her bathroom things that she was to lazy to put away at the moment. Kait shut the drawers of the dresser and zipped up her suitcase and set it leaning against her dresser and waited for her roomie to arrive

[rhiannon.]

▸ christopher 'chris' elliott
▸ 18
▸ wearing

Christopher had finally landed at the airport after a long twenty hour flight from Chicago. His legs ached and his neck even more. What he really wanted was a smoke; that's all. He still had a four hour trip to Moss Mansion, and he wasn't prepared. His mother had made arrangements for an uncle from Montana to drive him there. He found his Uncle, who he barely even knew. An older guy with tattoos up and down his arms; he looked cool. Chris's mom told him that he was a band manager which was pretty cool. He approached him, and they talked for a second, shaking hands and admiring each other's tattoos. They finally finished talking and headed to luggage claim, and they both grabbed one suitcase that belonged to Chris. They were just black and rolled. Together they walked down the hall toward the parking lot, the suitcase wheels echoing off the walls mixed in with voices. They reached the parking lot finally, and headed through some cars and vans and a shuttle bus, then reached his uncle's car; a red vintage Mustang. Chris smiled at the car, it was nice. "Nice car, Uncle Mike." His uncle thanked him and popped the trunk. Chris put his bags in, and shut the trunk. He walked to the passenger door, and ducked in.

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Chris and his uncle had been on the road for about four hours now, and they were expecting to be at the mansion any minute now. They had scattered McDonald's wrappers and cups around the front of the car from them getting hungry. Finally a huge, mossy, old looking mansion peeped around the corner. Chris groaned. "This place looks really creepy." His uncle nodded, and they pulled into the circle driveway. It was time. Chris unbuckled, along with his uncle, who pretty much after buckled right back in from seeing the caretaker. "See ya Uncle Mike. Thanks for the ride." He ducked into the car and shook hands and brought in a hug with his uncle, then straightened out his back, standing up straight. He shut the door passenger door, and his uncle popped the trunk from inside. Chris grabbed his suitcases, and the caretaker finally made his way over. He was a fairly short guy with a lanky appearance and facial hair, a couple tattoos on his arms. He shut the trunk, and waved to his uncle, watching the red Mustang drive off. Chris turned to the caretaker, and had to look down, considering he was a whole foot taller. "I'm Christopher Elliott." The caretaker replied with a knowing expression, and Chris bugged his eyes for a second. "Follow me, Christopher." Christopher nodded, and followed the short man through the gates, and up a rocky path. They climbed a few old stone steps, and the caretaker opened the door. A man of few words apparently. "You will be sharing the Decor Room with a girl named Hazel. It's up the steps to the right, three doors down." The man handed his suitcases to Chris, and just walked off. Chris didn't even get the chance to inquire about this 'Hazel' girl's gender. If she was in fact a girl, hopefully she was a hot one. Chris held both suitcases by the handles and struggled to drag them up the carpeted red stairs. He heard a few creaks in the wall, and already knew it was bad news. He just needed a smoke.

Christopher finally reached a wooden door with a small label that read "DECOR ROOM". He knocked two times and then opened the door. He was greeted by hundreds of eyes on posters staring at him. He gasped, and widened his eyes. Great. He walked in, and shut the door behind him. He saw the window bed was still open, just what he needed considering he was a smoker. He looked around. Nice room, he thought to himself. He approached the bed, and tossed his luggage onto the mattress. He decided he would call out for this 'Hazel'. "Uh, Hello? Hazel?" He called, and awaited a voice in return. He couldn't see anyone, maybe she was out. He pulled a pack of Marlboros from his pocket, and a black lighter with chipping paint. He started to pull a cigarette out.

[B r o k e n;]

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female►

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Hazel was unpacking her stuff and putting them in the closet close to her bed, arranging all her clothes neatly. Well sort of neatly, because halfway through she got bored and just tossed them in there, not really caring about them. After about 30 minutes she finished and just lay on her bed, playing with the key to her room, tossing it in the air and catching it and repeating the same thing over and over again. "Wow I'm good at this." she said, but then the keys just ended up falling beside the bed. "Spoke too soon." she rolled her eyes and stood up, stepping onto the keys and jumping up quickly, managing to accidentally kick them under the bed.

"Great." the girl muttered sarcastically, getting down onto her tummy and sliding under the bed, her eyes searching for the missing keys. There was a soft click at the same time when she finally managed to spot what she was looking for and reached her hand over to get them, sliding forward a bit as she did so. She was a few centimeters away from touching the keyring when she heard a voice call her name, just like that, all of a sudden. This startled her so much that she tried to quickly get up, forgetting she was under a bed, which obviously caused her to bang her head against it; hard. "I SWEAR. I'M GOING TO CUT YOU INTO LITTLE PIECES AND I'M GOING TO BURN YOU." she let her anger out on the bed as she slid away from under it, rubbing the place where she had hit her head while glaring at the bed. "I'm going to burn yo-" but then she noticed someone was in the room and suddenly fell quiet, slowly turning around to face a boy, her pale cheeks turning red. Why was he here? The caretaker didn't mention anything about having to share a room with a guy. Or did he? Hazel frowned, trying to remember what he said, but really couldn't. She then looked up at the boy with her weird colored eyes, tilting her head in confusion. What was he really doing here?

[rhiannon.]

▸ christopher 'chris' elliott
▸ 18
▸ wearing

Christopher saw the girl bump her head and tried his best not to laugh. He looked at her, and she didn't say anything. "I'm Christopher, I'm your roommate. Well, assuming you're Hazel." He proceeded to the bed, and looked out the window which was only a few feet away. "Call me Chris." He opened the window slightly, and put the pack of cigarettes in his pocket again. He placed the cigarette between his lips, and triggered the lighter. He cupped his hands around the end of the cigarette, and lit it. He blew some smoke out, and put it back in his mouth. He leaned against the wall by the window, and turned to face her. He hadn't seen her face yet really, and he wasn't too disappointed. She had striking unnatural hair, which was always something he liked in girls. He couldn't be too quick to judge her appearance though, since she had to be here for something. "I'm here for so called addiction." He said as he ironically blew smoke from his mouth. He walked to the bed again, and started unzipping his bag, revealing multiple drug and dink related things; flasks, pipes, lighters galore. "What are you here for, Hazel?"

[B r o k e n;]

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female|Wearing►

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When the boy finally spoke Hazel immediately looked down at the ground, going to sit on her bed, nodding when he said her name. She didn't feel that confident about talking to this guy, or anyone really. The girl was looking down at her hands, but then decided to very subtly look up to see what this Christopher guy was doing. Smoking. Nice. She thought sarcastically and did her best not to make a face as she watched him. However, as soon as Chris turned around she looked back down at her hands, pretending to be more interested in them than him. When he told her what he was here for she couldn't help but think 'Yeah, I thought so.' She looked over when she heard him unzip his bag and blinked her odd-eyes. Someone had a problem. Oh wait. Everyone here did. Hazel bit back a smirk and tried not to laugh at her own joke inside her head, but the amusement was soon gone when Chris decided to ask her something.

Looking up, the girl shrugged a little then fell quiet again. She let a few moments pass before starting to speak again. "Social Anxiety, self-harm, I guess also bi-polarity." she said in a quiet voice, looking back down at her hands and pulling the sleeves of the grey hoodie she was wearing so that they covered her hands as well. She didn't really like talking about her problems, and whenever she felt nervous she tried to hide away, but of course that would've been weird so she only covered her hands, which sort of made her feel better.

[Self Destruction]

Shane Spire Castel
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mr. self hate | Male | Eighteen
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I had spent nearly spent 24 hours on that plane and I was frightened of flying though no one actually knows of my nightmares of flying since I tend to hide my emotions from the rest of the human species something I have came to be very talented at doing for doing it so long over the years of course it is not like anyone actually cares about me anyway, you could ask of my Mother, my Father or maybe even a sibling but none of them would care and that's because in my world they do not exist in simple words they are far away in a place where I will never be able to reach until I myself have left this world which shouldn't be too soon I hope i give myself a few years tops till I can't take it any more maybe even sooner. Well that's the story for my Mother, my Father I never actually met some runaway teenager that left my Mother single and lost I wouldn't want to meet him even if he was alive if I'm honest. So now the question is who was horrible enough to send me to a place called Moss mansion, ah well that would be Esther my carer at the care home I live at she is always trying to get in my space and 'help' me but the problem there is I don't need help but according to her I do so Esther sent me here, lucky me.

I rushed of the plane and grabbed my suitcase filled of with all the stuff I will be needing at Moss Mansion at the luggage pick up point and then I headed outside to where I would be getting a taxi, there was quite a few taxi's waiting to clearly pick up tourists and helpless teens forced to be abandoned here I pulled down on the sleeves of my hoodie so the hidden my hands ever so slightly before putting my suitcase into the boot of a car and sitting in the back seat of the taxi, I had written the details of where the mansion was on a peace of paper seeing as I didn't like to speak that much especially to mindless strangers, I bit my lip and showed the man in the front seat the paper he just nodded getting the hint of the preferred silence. I brought out my iPod and put on some music which blasted into my ears just the way I liked it blocking out the world outside.
It wasn't long till I was there and I gave my money to the taxi man in the front seat hoping the amount of money would cover the fee luckily he didn't say anything when I got out so it must off, I got my suitcase the car drove off as I made my way up to the mansion.
When I was inside the caretaker came up to me with a enthusiastic smile on my face the complete opposite of the one on mine "Shane Spire Castel, right?" the care taker asked but I just nodded and never spoke, the caretaker led me to my room and smiled "This is it" the caretaker said "If you just need anything come find me, also I think the person you are staying with is already here" I nodded biting my lip I never knew I was going to be staying with anyone, well I did I never knew that we would be staying in the same room, I turned around and opened the door pulling my suitcase in with myself nervously looking around the room as I took out my earphones.

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Kait glanced up from her phone she had gotten out not to long ago to see a boy standing by the door. She assumed this was who she was staying with. And in her mind she was thinking Doesn't look like anything is wrong with him. but then again Kait was hiding her wrists and hips with a Black hoodie and her thighs with a Black pair of jeans. So she looked pretty normal in other's people eyes. So this kid must be hiding it or has a mental problem. But Kait will have to get used to him. She was sharing a room with him. So Kait stood up and slid her phone in her hoodie pocket and she said "Hello, I'm assuming your Shane? Right?" she asked him. She started to walk to him and said "I'm Kaitlyn, But you can call me Kait" she waited for a response from him but didn't really get one. She had a puzzled look on her face and asked "Are you ok? Don't worry I don't bite" and after she said that her phone buzzed in her pocket. She didn't bother to grab it and be rude to him. And she also knew it was her brother asking how everything was so far and if everything was ok. Kait knew he wouldn't mind if she texted back in a while. He'll understand. Right now she wanted to know why this boy wasn't talking. her phone then buzzed again after a minute or two. Boy her brother really must be worried. But she ignored it and just looked at the boy with a small smile on her face

[Self Destruction]

Shane Spire Castel
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mr. self hate | Male | Eighteen
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When looking around the room it wasn't long till my brown eyes met with a girl, wait is this who I am staying with? I only just found out that I was staying with someone but I never knew it was going to be a girl but as I studied her nothing seemed to be wrong with her but there is many things that can be wrong with a person that the public eye can't actually see, there is really nothing wrong with me I don't see why I have to be here. "Yeah" I said quietly my eyes getting lost around the room while I entered deep thought. I wish I had ran for it there was bound to be many places around here where I could stay for a month before heading back but I'm sure if I didn't show up this place would have got in contact with Esther and I would have been in big trouble so that plan was off the list I guess for now I'm just a helpless person stuck here.
I bit my lip realizing the girl known as Kaitlyn or Kait was speaking to me, she doesn't bite? Yeah that makes me feel better because every time I meet a new person I have this fear that they are going to bite me that was what I wanted to say but honestly I didn't want to seem to rude so I just smiled for a moment "Yeah I'm okay" I said my eyes flickering to where her phone was every couple of moments "You can get that" I said quietly pulling my suitcase to where the bed I guessed was mine was, I just put the suitcase on the ground for now and sat on the bed biting my lip as once again and gazed into deep though something else I done quite a lot.

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He seemed shy. But that didn't seem like that big of a problem to be here. Kait had a problem, but being shy and not really talking isn't that big of a deal. So she just let it pass and grabbed her phone from her pocket to see text after text from her brother. She read through them and replied. Explaining the room, the mansion and who she will be staying with. after she pressed 'send' she put her phone back in her pocket and looked at Shane who was sitting on the bed looking into space. Kait stayed where she was and asked "What are you here for?" it seemed like a nosey question but she wanted to know. And I'm sure he wanted to know too. Kait spotted a chair that was like two steps from where she was standing and she sat in it. Placing her hands in her hoodie pocket where her phone was. It vibrated so her fingers found it's way to the ringer button and turned it on silence so it wouldn't make and noise or vibrate. She looked at him to see if he would say anything. She was pretty sure he would but you can't be too sure.