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[align=center][size=9pt]REY MORENO
I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE |
"so, we think we found something."
it's around eleven pm at night. alcohol and smoke infiltrates his lungs. it's been awhile since he's had a nice cross-fade— thing is, it's making him tired. if he lays on the bed long enough, he's convinced he could fade away. but he can't. not when he has something important to share with his friends. something that . . . well, honestly? he and dec' still don't know what it was because rey was fearful that it might be a dead body or somethin'. even though it may be unlikely, there was no ignoring the rumors that st. petersburg held. they could be false but . . . rey didn't know. he knew some shit.
"it's a little ways from here," he points the direction where— if they weren't in a cellar— trees would be. "luckily, I brought us flashlight." rey wasn't particularly looking for others opinions; just hoped that the others would naturally follow suit. rey missed the exhilaration that came with a stupid decision and— because they were here— he assumed that they did, too. but maybe he was just deflecting, selfish, or just really really high.
without another word, he gets up, taking the flashlight in hand the guide them up and out of "the basement." as each person exits, his flashlight glides over each face to make sure they're all accounted for before he turns on the balls of his feet, trekking towards the metal protruding out of the ground. it takes some work, but eventually he finds it, camaflouging into the leaves below it. "here." he point using the brink of his shoe, casting a glance at the group behind him.
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[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
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[align=center][size=9pt]CLAUDIA MONTEIRO
SO I FALL INTO CONTINENTS AND CARS, ALL THE STAGES AND THE STARS ･✧ |
Claudia’s not one to be a complete pussy, but something about sneaking out in the dead of the night to investigate a mysterious object on the outskirts of the property of their boarding school sounds like a bad idea. Maybe it’s just her uptight upbringing, or the way her mother used to terrify her with stories of Brazilian folklore growing up. One comes to mind right now, the caipora jungle spirits that haunt astray travellers, but she has to push it to the back of her mind. She’s a little high after the half blunt she had smoked earlier, and she can’t really think straight anyways. Spirits aren’t real, no matter how scared she is of them. Besides, she won’t be laughed at tonight. No way.
As Rey holds up his flashlight, Claudia finds herself uncomfortable crossing her arms, digging her nails into her forearms to avoid chickening out. She avoids the boy’s gaze as she walks out the door leading out of the basement, not in any rush to let him see how scared she is of his whole plan. Her issues with Rey are for another time and place. She sticks close to the girls as she walks, her arms still crossed across her chest, this time mostly for the cold. She couldn’t chicken out now ileven if she tried; she’d get lost in the dark and probably start crying.
As they come to a stop, Claudia’s curiosity piques a little bit, making her peek her head through the people in front of her, but her face loses some of its colour as she sees the metal peeking out of the ground. Realistically, she knows it’s probably nothing bad, but there are trees all around and it’s dark and she’s thinking of the caiporas again, and even her ironclad stubbornness can cover the slight tremor in her voice. “Can we please, like, just open it or look at whatever the fuck it is? It’s, like, you know. Cold and dark and scary and shit.” Her cheeks redden a little, embarrassed at her own nerves, as she shivers there in the dark, hoping no one notices the embarrassment painting her face.
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[align=center][size=9pt]AHN SEORA
DANCED IN THIS PARKADE ALONE, NOTHING ( HERE ) FELT MORE LIKE HOME ･✧ |
this was not how seora planned on spending her night. what was supposed to be an impromptu study session at rey's turned more into something like hotbox and chill. so when they were finally outside, doing..whatever the fuck, she desperately looked around in search of an exit.
here.
she narrowed her eyes a fraction, peeking around shoulders to glance at whatever pulled them out of the basement at 2 am.
rey and her were friends. he was the second person to introduce himself when she arrived at st. petersberg (the first being her roommate, claudia), and he smiled at her and gave her the answers to homework sometimes. he was slightly worse when he was with his roommate, declan, but bearable, for the most part.
can we please, like, just open it or look at whatever the fuck it is? it’s, like, you know. cold and dark and scary and shit.
seora rubbed her roommate's back reassuringly. her and claudia were complete opposites in terms of personality, but considered themselves two sides of the same coin. they shared nearly everything with each other, so it hurt whenever seora saw her upset. and lately, she had a feeling it had to do with rey.
when claudia returned to the dorm in the dead of night, sniffling and haggardly running her hands through her hair, sometimes pretending to be asleep was the best thing she could do.
but seora wasn't blind. she could see how they behaved around each other.
and she wasn't mean, either, but there was something in the way rey was just standing there that made her want to gouge his eyes out.
"..for fuck's sake," seora pushed herself through the group in front of her and dropped down to the ground. she began to push away the dirt and pull at the object in an attempt to dislodge it, which wasn't too difficult despite its size.
"there. can we please go home now?"
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[align=center][size=9pt]JENS CARRINGTON
THEN WE GOT BIGGER
THAT WAS THE TRIGGER
LIKE THE NUNS INVADING ROME |
It was likely that Jens was there because Claudia asked her to join in on whatever had been going on, but no matter what the cause of her being there, she was. Jens wasn't exactly "friends" with anyone really except Claudia, but even that one she wasn't too sure about. She followed along when they decided to follow the others outside.
She had only drank and not a whole lot, so luckily she wasn't very "impaired" in any way. Though she was quieter than usual, for no particular reason really than it being almost midnight. But when Rey said he and Declan could have found something? Even if that something was lame, she wanted to see. Which was something she didn't want to say cause...well she didn't know what it was. It could be a body.
When they stopped at whatever it was they found, she decided now of all times to get a snack. She reached into her pocket, not trying to keep quiet as a bag crinkled as Jens opened up a bag of lays chips. She put one in her mouth before looking at whatever it was Seora got out of the ground. Another chip was popped into the girl's mouth before she asked "What is it?" She didn't feel like moving to get a better look at whatever it was, so she assumed (and hoped) that someone else would be nice enough to tell her what it was they found. If they even knew.
"We can't go now, we found...whatever the fuck it is we found!" she said rather dramatically, another chip was eaten afterward. She clearly didn't pick up that this wasn't the best moment for both her to open a bag of chips, snack time, or just her stupid unhelpful comments in general. She frowned as the others asked to go back, Jens was excited. This was like every show she watched on tv. Creepy, spooky, and maybe some murder. Yes, she agreed it was dark and scary...but that's what made it exciting.
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[align=center][size=9pt]BRYN ROTHSCHILD
SHE, SHE LIVES IN DAYDREAMS WITH ME AND I DON’T KNOW WHY |
upon hearing they would be investigating some random metal thing in the middle of the night, bryn was quick to get a few puffs in from an adam-rolled joint to ease herself. her worries came from a deep rooted fear of anything demon related, given to her by her early years attending catholic churches; she’s had her back turned on the religion for years, but the fear is still alive and well. and while they aren’t going to see a person, bryn has heard stories of possessed objects who can attach to people; fuck that! (although they would be in the best place for an exorcism).
there’s a small pout on bryn’s face while she walks out of the basement, rey shining the flashlight in her eyes, which causes her to squint and scrunch her nose, not entirely sure why he found it necessary. bryn keeps near the girls, even claudia despite their... strained relationship. she continually looks over her shoulder as they go into the woods, a chill going down her spine.
a small metal thing just juts out of the ground, making bryn frown in dread. that’s when seora pushes through and digs it the rest of the way up. ”what the fuck are you doing?!” bryn questions, mouth open a bit in shock, ”maybe shit that’s buried should fucking stay there.” she’s trying to decide if she wants to made an attempt at going back into the basement or to her room. the idea of going on her own, though... that’s what stops her.
bryn lets out a sigh, hugging her midsection and looking for refuge in either her roommate or boyfriend. unlike jens, she doesn’t want to know what it is and is with claudia, they should get the fuck out of there.
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DECLAN
[I]OOH , I'VE GOT A LOVE THAT KEEPS ME WAITING ; I'M A LONELY BOY , I'M A LONELY BOY ... | dude , this had to be the most exciting thing that had happened to him at this school in a [i]long while . every day was just the same old cycle — wake up , go to class , eat , go to class again , go back to the room , and sleep . tonight , though ? he and rey had hit the motherfuckin' jackpot . it likely wasn't much at all , but hey , he felt like indiana jones or a treasure hunter or something .
alcohol tainted his breath , though dec didn't seem to be very drunk yet . maybe a little buzzed if anything , but a few years of drinking booze had built his tolerance up a bit ( which was a good thing — nobody wanted to be responsible for taking care of drunk declan ) . [b]"Sheesh, you guys are no fun." snorted the teenager towards the negative nancies ( a.k.a. the women , of course ) . well , jens was probably being the least negative out of them all , but as a majority , they were insisting on leaving the " buried treasure " alone . nobody was forcing them to come along in the first place , so why were they whining about everything ? "if you guys are so scared , then run on back to your rooms . rey and i aren't chicken ." declan insisted . he bends down and reaches his hand out to brush more dirt off of the metallic surface . | [/table]
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