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ληgєłα , I'm the Head Leader! Bow down to me minions! ^-^
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Mar 10, 2014 05:15AM
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Alison grace was sitting there watching some of her favorite paranormal shows. She loved how they were always coming up with new ways to talk to ghosts. She wanted the Andy's box to further her skills.
Skye stumbles into the old abandon church - literally stumbles because she tripped - and sees Alison Grace snoring on one of the benches. Unkindly, she pokes Alison Grace in the side.
Sky snorted. Inside she was lol-ing at Haru's stumble. Keeping her face straight, she said, "Skye." To Alison Grace she said, "Alison Grace right?"
(( sorry to cut in, maybe you guys can role play here, the others will be in the library! Join us any time.))
"Sure am!" Said Skye drolly pulling a face. Then she leaned forward on the podium. "So what were you watching, before, you, you know, dozed off?"
((Hey Marsena, wanna join Angela and me in the graveyard? We're curretly role playing there lol))Skye looked around. "You know. I heard there was an investigation going on..."
Skye followed, mysteriously ending up in the graveyard before her and with Midori the head investigator lol.
Lucas entered the church and looked around as he closed the door behind him, he guessed they all were out at the moment so he sat down in the confessional. He took out his phone and turned it on, they'd text or call if they needed him. In the mean time, he took out and turned on his laptop, he had an essay to finish.
When he finished his essay, Lucas packed everything up and stuffed his phone in his pocket, pausing when he hear a small meow. He looked over to the sound and smiled. "Mystique, there you are." He picked up the little kitten, who had a tendency to wander off, and carried her out with him. "Let's go to the lake, sound good?"
Madison Fairwell slumped in the corner's shadow, back propped against the tombstone, reading Dylan Thomas. The disruption caused his attentioned to shift to the group exiting the church.
He flexed his fingers uncomfortably at the mere sight of the church and shruged.
Giving the crooked cigarette a long drag before he pulled the crooked stick from his lips and grunted "Meh!" before returning to his book.
He flexed his fingers uncomfortably at the mere sight of the church and shruged.
Giving the crooked cigarette a long drag before he pulled the crooked stick from his lips and grunted "Meh!" before returning to his book.
Madison sit up's alert. He turns back to the church. Something was amiss.
Madison kicks open the door, "Right! There's something here, and if I don't like it, I'm going to kill it!"
Notices the pair huddled "What the hell are you doing?"
He sees the spectre, the cigarette droops with his frown and he gazes on in raised eyebrows. "What, the cat's nadgers, is that!?"
Notices the pair huddled "What the hell are you doing?"
He sees the spectre, the cigarette droops with his frown and he gazes on in raised eyebrows. "What, the cat's nadgers, is that!?"
Madison looks it up and down, "Yeah, very pretty."
He relaxes and takes a swing from the flask typically concealed in his back pocket.
He relaxes and takes a swing from the flask typically concealed in his back pocket.
Madison sighed and lapsed into a pew, his thin arm draped over the back rest. He blew a puff of smoke and grinned. "Not without reason."
"I almost forgot." Madison smirked. He clapped his hands and leaned forward, "Okay soldier, what we gonna do about it?"
Madison sat back and watched the apparition loom further. "I don't know what he was getting so worked up about."
He blew smoke into the face of the creature which recoiled in agony, stripping itself apart and writing into an shapeless puddle of smog on the floor before dissipating completely.
"Just some silly arsed spectre thing's it owns the place. I mean, those markings, if anything just prove, if anything, how it was trying to look scary. Like animals, you know, look bigger to try and scare the predator off."
He slumped back down into the pew and continued feeding his vices of smoking and drinking. Before drunkenly breaking wind and laughing.
He blew smoke into the face of the creature which recoiled in agony, stripping itself apart and writing into an shapeless puddle of smog on the floor before dissipating completely.
"Just some silly arsed spectre thing's it owns the place. I mean, those markings, if anything just prove, if anything, how it was trying to look scary. Like animals, you know, look bigger to try and scare the predator off."
He slumped back down into the pew and continued feeding his vices of smoking and drinking. Before drunkenly breaking wind and laughing.
Allison walked into the hangout and grabbed a soda from the fridge. She saw that the tv was on and sat down to watch it.
Allison stopped in her tracks and turned around to him. She quickly smiled and slowly walked over to him and kissed him.
"Maybe.." Allison winked as she picked up her books. "I gotta go do some investigations." She headed off a haunted place.
Midori stormed into the secret hangout, feeling somewhat tired and traumatized by the mental institution. "I think that was one of the most bizarre cases we've ever done", exclaimed Midori as she let out a massive sigh. "I mean seriously, an orange tree? Who would have thought something so delicious could turn out to be the cause of all evil in the institute."
Silver dragged himself into the secret hangout in a tired manner. It was getting late for him and he needed some sleep. It was around half past one in the morning. Silver left realistic wax figures in everyones beds at Monoril Academy so the teachers wouldn't suspect anything. "Your probably right. This was one of the more... crazy cases we've had." He hazily replied to Midori while slouching down in a seat nearby.


