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[D E L I R I U M]

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name;; Selene Diane Marie
nickname;; Sel
age;;20
tag;; None
location;; Wandering
occupation;; Paranormal Journalist
ooc;; sorry if my responses are so short ;-;
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Selene smiled at Newton. It is nice to meet you as well Newton." She said then chuckled. I wouldn't say it's impressive. It's quite a boring job when nothing interesting happens into supposedly haunted area or place." She said then her smile faded as her eyes moved up and looked around the room, catching gaze with the lion head once more. 'That lion head.. It's odd.. The way it's coloured.. and the way it gives you chills..' She thought, her face had a glare on it as she squinted her eyes. Selene then looked back down towards the group.

"Well. I'm going to go look around more. It was a pleasure meeting you all." She said, remembering she never fully got the woman's name but shrugged it off as she turned away and began to walk to where she stood just minutes ago, her shoes making the same, loud, steady clanking sound against the floor. Though she did not stop at the corner she was in but went back down the dark hallway once more. Her eyes darted across every single detail the hall had. The way the colours were to the doors details. She shuttered as she continued to walk down the hall.

Selene soon was out of the dark hallway, which seemed like an eternity for her. Selene looked around. It was a door that seemed to lead outside of the manor. She slowly opened it and poked her head out. It certainley wasn't the front of the house, maybe the backside of it.. Had she been traveling that long? She slowly opened it further and shut it slowly behind her as she looked around. She had seemed to stumble upon an abandoned, or what so it looked like vine yard. "Jeez.. He has everything here.. Is he really the only person who lives here?" She whispered as she stared up into the now dimming sky. Selene walked away from the door and leaned up again the manor as she stared at the yard of rotted and dead plants.

[JurassicParkour]

Cosette Hugo, 20, Female (Demigirl), Psych Student Extraordinaire

Tagged: Newton

Cosette waited patiently for the others to stop talking before she spoke up again. "So your name is Newton," she said. "Guess that takes away the mystery of it." Something nagged at the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite place the thought, so she pushed it aside. She wondered for a fleeting moment if there might actually be supernatural forces at work in the manor before she pushed that thought aside as well. If she chose to believe the fairy stories surrounding the place, then her research would be pointless.

"So, Monsieur Rivalle, what brings you to the manor?" She smiled politely. "You seem to be a long way from home, if your accent is any sort of tell."

[~Saturn~]

[ Xander Lycus | Male | Homeowner | Aro aego[bi]sexual | Tagged: Cosette, Newton]

Xander listened to the conversations of the others quietly. All the while, he held a casual, friendly smile. He enjoyed the moments of companionship, for he knew that it wouldn't last beyond the night, and then he would be left again in desolation. It would then be only him and Penumbra, once again alone in the large house.

Xander's light green eye glanced to Newton as Cosette questioned him. He inclined his head slightly towards the other man, eager to hear the conversation continue. He stared at the man's steady face, but winced and averted his gaze as he felt a sudden sharp ache in his head. What is it now? he wondered, lifting a hand to rub his temple. He felt, rather than heard, a deep growl that made it seem as if the walls were vibrating. Xander let out a sharp exhale, but he knew that it was only his perception that was being toyed with. It was one of Penumbra's reminders that he was lesser. He played his low sanity level against him.

With a few deep breaths, Xander had mostly regained his hold on reality, trying to focus on the others again. They had not experienced what he had, but they may have gotten a bad feeling from the darkness that surrounded them.

[Talon the Mad King]

newton leonardo rivalle
basics;male, twenty → known as; the obsessive → author;→college student→ tagged by; xander, cosette, selene (mentioned)
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Newton was about to respond to Selene, before she walked away to explore the manor. He frowned- she seemed quite nosy- shouldn't she ask the owner of the house to see if she was able to go and stroll through the rooms? What if she saw things she shouldn't see? What if the journalist was murdered for her sleuthing attitude, hung up and-

The intrusive thoughts had began to enter his mind, unwanted and terrible. He could write a book of all the horrible thoughts he has had- Alas, he didn't want to end up like Edgar Allan Poe. A brilliant man with a terrible past and future, with no friends but the bottle that was always in his grasp. His mind was clouded by fear and terrible thoughts so alike to Newton's own. Newton forced down the thoughts, but it was hard due to the dark feeling in the air.

He turned to Cosette at her statement, giving a small chuckle. "A name is a treasure that one holds to their own- I guess that treasure is shared to you now." He clasped his hands together, mainly to stop them from rhymically tapping at his side. "I was drawn here to help my writing. It has not... truly taken off yet." He grinned at her realization of his accent. "Ah, yes! I am from northern Austria."

"You are a psychology student, ja? I took phycology in my last year before university- I never could truly get the nack for it."

[D E L I R I U M]

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name;; Selene Diane Marie
nickname;; Sel
age;;20
tag;; None
location;; Hallway.
Inside manor
occupation;; Paranormal Journalist
ooc;; Just gonna post because
I thought I should haha.
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Selene's eyes soon began to drift downward. Her eyes glued to the grass. Her lowered her eye lids and let out a deep sigh. The peace seemed nice, but being alone with no sound made her think about many things. She rubbed her face and sighed, a small smile being plastered on her face. She pushed herself from the wall and reopened the back door and slowly walked in. She closed the door behind her and sighed softly once again. She began to step slowly back into the manor, her shoes clicking once again.

Selene was finally faced with the long, dark hallway again. She bit her lip, her fears of the dark started to kick in, well mostly her anxiety and imagination. Even though she was a paranormal journalist Selene had bad anxiety. She closed her hands into a fist and began to slowly walk through, the small sounds of the manor began to make her mind run. "C'mon Selene. It's just the dark.." She whispered with a small chuckle and looked down towards the floor. "Why do I act like this.." She whispered and looked back up. "And why does this hallway have to be so long.." She murmured, holding her arm.

As she was continuing walking at a slow pace she stopped and looked up at the wall. Her eyes examining the wall art. A small smile was on her face. She ran her hand against the art. She pulled out a small hang held flashlight and flashed it on the walls to get a better look at them. "So intermediate.. So precise.." She said with a chuckle.

[JurassicParkour]

Cosette Hugo, 20, Female (Demigirl), Psych Student Extraordinaire

Tagged: Newton, Xander

Cosette noticed an uneasiness in the air, thick and heavy and dreadful, and thought back to the way the shadows always seemed to be moving in that damn house. She shifted her feet anxiously, but forced herself to keep a straight face. "It can be a difficult field for some," she admitted. "People are... complicated, to say the least. For example, if I were to set the same goal in front of each of the people here, everyone would approach it differently. But, at the same time, we would probably come up with the same solutions." She paused, partially for effect. "It's fascinating."
Her eyes fell on Xander momentarily. He looked a tad off, but it was probably nothing. Hell, she probably looked a tad off. As a student of science, it was completely idiotic for the mansion to frighten her. The supernatural didn't exist. The mere question of it was inconceivable. Her fear was unfounded and harming her objectivity.

[~Saturn~]

[ Xander Lycus | Male | Homeowner | Aro aego[bi]sexual | Tagged: Cosette, Newton]

Xander took another deep breath and his focus returned to newton and Cosette, who both seemed virtually unaffected by his short episode. Cosette glanced at him, but he'd mostly managed to straighten up. She seemed a bit unsettled, but that was nothing out of the ordinary in such a foreboding environment - even for a psychology student, he supposed. Xander resumed a normal pose and put his hands in his pockets. He simply enjoyed listening to the others talk.

"Might I ask, Newton, what made you come here?" he interrupted quietly. "There are other spooky places that great authors have ventured to - and with a much higher rate of success than those that come in here," he pointed out with a chuckle. "Stephen King, for example, went to the Stanley Hotel and found inspiration for his book The Shining." Xander raked a hand through his dark hair, waiting for his reply.

[Talon the Mad King]

newton leonardo rivalle
basics;male, twenty → known as; the obsessive → author;→college student;t→ tagged by; xander, cosette
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Hearing the question, Newton tilted his head a bit. Could he not go anywhere he pleased? He could have just went to any old haunted hotel or old castle- there was plenty in Austria. Yet, the manor intrigued the man. Finding hope in the darkest of places was a specialty of the young author. "Why would I want to go where every other author has gone before?" His gaze switched to look over the walls, looking at the painting that perched there. The lion's head stared menacingly at him- was it looking directly at him? Could it spring out of the wall and attack him, teeth bared and claws flashing? Would it- Stop it, Newton. Those thoughts should stay hidden and quiet. Still, the questions remained lingering in his mind.