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SO I FALL INTO CONTINENTS AND CARS, ALL THE STAGES AND THE STARS ･✧
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[align=center][size=9pt]CLAUDIA MONTEIRO
SO I FALL INTO CONTINENTS AND CARS, ALL THE STAGES AND THE STARS ･✧
There are many things Claudia is scared of, whether she cares to admit them or not. Bugs, spiders, most of the times heights. But above most else, Claudia is terrified of ghosts. Of the undead; spirits come back from the afterlife to haunt those who haven’t passed yet. She’s grown up on stories of demons and spirits from Brazilian folklore thanks to her mother, and every time she’s out alone in the forest (which seems to be way too often nowadays), her mind drifts back to them.
In all honesty, maybe she would be less scared if she had someone here with her. Someone she likes, maybe even trusts. Seora, Violetta, Rey, literally anyone except for who she’s gotten stuck with. Thinking of her now, Claudia turns around to look at Bryn, heart still sinking every time she catches sight of the other girl she’s gotten lost with. They had been with the whole group—never go out on your own and try to stay with everyone else, they had all agreed—but Claudia and Bryn always seem to be the last of the group. Always struggling to keep up, straggling by at the end of the group because their fear of the paranormal trumped their curiosity. This time they seemed to have loitered a little too far behind, and now they’re on their own and can’t find anyone. That’s just great.
It’s not like Claudia absolutely despises Bryn. She wants to like the other girl, she really and truly does. But how can she do that when she gets accused of theft every time she speaks to her? In all fairness, if the positions were switched, Claudia would probably assume she had stolen the ring, too. But with everything going on recently, she truly doesn’t understand how Bryn can completely erase the idea of ghosts trying to mess with their heads from her mind.
”Oh my god, I literally don’t even know where we are,” Claudia mumbles only half to herself, honestly trying to keep her nerves under control. She still has yet to cry in front of anyone in their little group besides Seora (and that was on accident without Claudia knowing), and she really doesn’t want Bryn of all people to be the first. She checks behind her shoulder every couple paces, wrinkling her nose. alittle at Bryn’s footing—if she keeps it up, she’s gonna twist her ankle.
It’s then when she catches sight of it. Probably forty feet away from them, in the darkness, stands a tall, shadowy figure, eyes glowing blinding white in the dark. It stands beside an aging, rotting ash tree, but as Claudia notices it, she notices it move its legs, start to come toward them. Claudia’s throat seems to drop into her stomach. “Bryn?” she asks, voice shaky. “Do you see that?” she points at the figure, slowly but surely making its way towards the pair of them, and even as she says it, she knows that Bryn can see it, too. “We have to hurry up and get the hell out of here,” she states, moving to take Bryn’s arm to urge her forward but deciding against it and just ushering her along as they start to quicken their pace.
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In all honesty, maybe she would be less scared if she had someone here with her. Someone she likes, maybe even trusts. Seora, Violetta, Rey, literally anyone except for who she’s gotten stuck with. Thinking of her now, Claudia turns around to look at Bryn, heart still sinking every time she catches sight of the other girl she’s gotten lost with. They had been with the whole group—never go out on your own and try to stay with everyone else, they had all agreed—but Claudia and Bryn always seem to be the last of the group. Always struggling to keep up, straggling by at the end of the group because their fear of the paranormal trumped their curiosity. This time they seemed to have loitered a little too far behind, and now they’re on their own and can’t find anyone. That’s just great.
It’s not like Claudia absolutely despises Bryn. She wants to like the other girl, she really and truly does. But how can she do that when she gets accused of theft every time she speaks to her? In all fairness, if the positions were switched, Claudia would probably assume she had stolen the ring, too. But with everything going on recently, she truly doesn’t understand how Bryn can completely erase the idea of ghosts trying to mess with their heads from her mind.
”Oh my god, I literally don’t even know where we are,” Claudia mumbles only half to herself, honestly trying to keep her nerves under control. She still has yet to cry in front of anyone in their little group besides Seora (and that was on accident without Claudia knowing), and she really doesn’t want Bryn of all people to be the first. She checks behind her shoulder every couple paces, wrinkling her nose. alittle at Bryn’s footing—if she keeps it up, she’s gonna twist her ankle.
It’s then when she catches sight of it. Probably forty feet away from them, in the darkness, stands a tall, shadowy figure, eyes glowing blinding white in the dark. It stands beside an aging, rotting ash tree, but as Claudia notices it, she notices it move its legs, start to come toward them. Claudia’s throat seems to drop into her stomach. “Bryn?” she asks, voice shaky. “Do you see that?” she points at the figure, slowly but surely making its way towards the pair of them, and even as she says it, she knows that Bryn can see it, too. “We have to hurry up and get the hell out of here,” she states, moving to take Bryn’s arm to urge her forward but deciding against it and just ushering her along as they start to quicken their pace.
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my interior world needs to sanitize
my interior world needs to sanitize