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Coffee in hand, with Someone weaving between her legs as she walked back to her room, Zinc tried not to take notice of the students that lurked the halls. They had been there forever now. It should’ve been easy to ignore them, but secretly, she envied them. She wanted to be a student. Shooing the feline from her legs when he caused her trouble walking, it was when she heard the hushed sound of a piano or keyboard through the thin walls and she paused in her scolding of her companion. She shrugged to herself, beginning to walk again when she wandered across a partially open door in which the particular sounds had been coming from. “School dragging you down?” She murmured, curiously peeking her head through the door with a strange, but empathetic smile on her lips.

Sitting in his bed, Jaime stared at the keyboard laying in front of him on the bed. He tapped his pencil against the ‘c’ key, slowly, the note echoing in the room every few seconds. Bespectacled eyes drifted to the sheet music on his left, only a notes scribbled down. Composing, especially when he was on a time crunch for class, was difficult. He sighed to himself, tapping a light, quick melody with his right hand before stopping. “I need a break,” Jaime exhaled loudly, leaning back onto his bed in a huff.

#mini para; #[[jaime chavez]]

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People baffled Zinc on a regular basis. They confused her and she was the first to admit that she was the worst at social interaction, because she always expected people to toughen up and see the hard truth. Yet, in the face of fear, it was the students who laughed the hardest and that only baffled her more. She had been terrified of death once upon a time, but these kids just went back to their lives like nothing happened and nothing mattered. And as she made her way outside to catch her daily dose of vitamin c, she glanced over to the voice she heard, a half-smile catching on her lips, “What is?”

Sitting on the front porch, Jude stared at the gate–his brain leaving him unfocused. He hadn’t been able to make himself visible the whole duration of the sorority and fraternity invasion, and if he was being honest with himself, he was having a hard time of it right now as well. He didn’t understand why someone would waste vital breath threatening people who would just go back to partying and drugs only a week later. Laying his head back against the paneling of the house, Jude sighed. “Pointless..,” he mumbled–eyes closed.

#mini para; #[[jude kramer]]

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Having been perched in the window seat for quite some time, Zinc had barely made her presence known. Over the past few months she had been good at erasing her existance unless someone was seeking her out. All the drama around her had finally flushed out and she was content to keep it that way while she still could. However, eyes flickering to the other in the room, her brows couldn’t help but twitch upwards at the sight, “Strange thing to do. Draw with your eyes shut. Trust your hand that much?” She murmured, voice soft as to not spook the guy and jolt his hand on his work.

Popping a cigarette in his mouth, Axel hunched over sketch pad. He had been having a particularly difficult time with the latest tattoo commission he had been asked to draw, and the guy was starting to get antsy to get his tattoo done. Closing his eyes, he began to softly sketch what came into his head.

#mini para; #[[axel rhodes]]

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“No girl should have to go through valentines day without a box of chocolates. Whether you already have some, or if this is your first of the day, I hope you enjoy them. Happy Valentines Day — Someone who cares for all.”

#submission; #[[hunter bradshaw]] #brotp: tol and smol #valentine2k20 #aw - this is the sweetest #even if she is married xD x #submission

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The ghost sometimes liked to loiter in the basement. Especially when the house got loud. And it was loud now. Sometimes she got nightmares from her death still, but other times, it was a safe haven for her to reminisce. Today was a moment of reminiscence. As she wandered down to the steps that had taken her life, she perched on the second to bottom step, running her hand over the wood. If she looked hard enough, she could still see her blood staining the worn wood.

It was only after she had sat there for a moment that she finally took a breath, not really needing to breathe anymore. She pulled her legs up and rested her head against the wall. That was when her eyes caught sight of a body on a chair in the room and she leaned her body to the side slightly to get a better view. She sighed, "Enjoying the peace down here?" She called out softly, all her snark worn down while she sat in a vulnerable place for her.

As much as Ariel liked having an excuse to stay in the Murder House, she hated all the other people that came with it. The place was crowded, and she didn’t enjoy it at all. However, there was one place she figured most of the living people probably wouldn’t venture into, if they had any sense– the basement. 

Opening the door, the girl made her way down the steps and into the dark depths of the house, immediately feeling more relieved by the stunning lack of… anything. It was quiet, and she finally felt like she had room to breath. Letting out a content sigh, Ariel sat down on one of the old, worn chairs and closed her eyes, taking in the silence. 

#mini para; #[[ariel bradford]] #valentine2k20

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"What's wrong? Are you having a mental breakdown? Cause it's going to be the wrong time to have one of those."

“No— No no no no…. It’s all— No.”

#chat; #[[carson lockwood]] #valentine2k20

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The ghost had been leaning against the window, staring out of it while being invisible. It felt so weird and suffocating to have so many people in the house, but she supposed the house had had many visitors coming and going in the years it had been alive, with its pulse of ghosts growing each year. Hearing the male who shared the room with her speak, she let herself become visible and muttered softly, "If they were, I doubt they'd want to come here. There is a killer on the loose after all."

       “Do you think any pizza places are open for delivery?” Braydon wondered aloud, kicked back on the couch. Normally he wouldn’t mind staying in on a weekend, but with the house being full and the news going on nonstop about all of these local murders (of college students, nonetheless), Bray was feeling particularly restless. And naturally, food was the first thing to come to his mind as he thought about what he could do to distract himself. Double pepperoni. Extra cheese. Black olives, and mushrooms… oh, yeah.

#mini para; #[[braydon boston]] #valentine2k20

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"I won't let them die. I don't want anyone else to die either, sweetie," Zinc told him with a comforting voice and smile.

“I don’t know, but you’ll be a little bit safer here. Maybe…”

#chat; #[[kaden chambers]] #valentine2k20 #mobile

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"I don't know, but you'll be a little bit safer here. Maybe..."

“Are we going to be okay?”

#chat; #[[kaden chambers]] #valentine2k20 #mobile

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“What did you do to it then? I don’t trust it when people suddenly make me food. But fine.” She grabbed the serving of food he had made, eyeing it suspiciously for a moment.

“No, I didn’t poison the food. I made breakfast for me and you. Now eat.”

#chat; #[[hunter bradshaw]]

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“I have limited alcohol - so it’d be gone before you got chance to find it,” Zinc muttered, watching with a bored expression as the other poured another drink. A smirk warmed her features and the petite ghost shrugged, “I think you’ll find that they can, because I am as big a bitch as I am. Because y’know - I’m me.” She drew circles into the counter with her finger, amusement in her eyes, “I’m glad. I was starting to think you might like me or something.” She let Sydney fill her glass before stretching over to grab the bottle again, “Aw. How cute. How long has it been now? 10 years? 20?” She had a smirk on her face still, but she understood the reason for Sydney’s alcoholism now.

“Well I don’t exactly have limited time here,” Sydney retorted. “I have all the time in the world. I’d find it sooner or later.” She grabbed the bottle back, pouring out a full glass before the other ghost could steal it once more. “Of course it’s an act,” she answered. “Nobody can be as big a bitch as you without doing it on purpose. And quit that psychology bullshit. You make my head pound just like every other ghost in the house. Don’t think you have some kind of special goddamn effect.” She took a long gulp, filling up the glass before responding. “It’s my anniversary. Thought it called for a celebration.”

#mini para; #[[sydney reed]]

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Her eyes were fixed on the taller woman and Zinc rolled her eyes, “You’re in the way.” She informed her, foot tapping a little as her impatience grew. Now she wished she had just ghosted to the kitchen, but that tired her out.

The coarse chords of someone clearing their throat broke Hayden’s trance. Slowly turning, her head cocked to the side as she glared at the other woman. “Is there something I can help you with?” She asked, primly.

#mini para; #[[hayden mcclaine]]

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“Or I could just- not? Have you poisoned the food or something?”

“Or you could sit, relax, and eat.”

#chat; #[[hunter bradshaw]]

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Boredom wrecked havoc over Zinc as she laid sprawled out on her bed like she usually did. There was nothing to do in the house and she had grown bored of her little alcove in the library. With the decision to raid the fridge, she moved to the door and when she tried to go downstairs, she stood glaring at the woman blocking her way with an impatient hand on her hip and an unimpressed look. She cleared her throat.

Sliding her hand along the banister of the staircase, Hayden began to hum the start of “Santa Baby”. Closing her eyes as the song began to over take her, she swiveled her hips in a Marilyn Monroe fashion.

#mini para; #[[hayden mcclaine]]

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“Ah, if you can find it,” Zinc chuckled, humoured by the annoyance ringing off the older ghost. Taking another long gulp of the burning liquid, the petite soul placed the bottle back onto the table and let out a soft sigh at the tingle at the back of her throat. She pushed the bottle back to Sydney. As Sydney got more and more riled up by her words, the spirit couldn’t help but play at the strings more. She was in one of her spiteful and rude moods, because Halloween had ended and she was trapped again. “You think this is an act? Aren’t you kind? What’s wrong Sawyer’s slut? Did I press the wrong buttons? Apparently not hard enough because you haven’t used the trigger word to get rid of me. Secretly you want me here. Because I’m familiar. Because I stop your head pounding and make it scream instead.” She grinned, before letting out a yawn, “Now you going to tell me what’s got you day drinking or am I going to have to bully you more?”

“Keep talking and it’ll be the next one I hit,” Sydney muttered, annoyed. She eyed the other ghost as she drank the vodka. A master at pissing people off couldn’t have been more true in that moment, and it only got worse as she twisted the knife by mentioning Sydney’s previous deaths. On today of all days- the anniversary of her death; the day she regretted her decisions more than any other day; the day she couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself and wish that things had worked out differently- mentioning her deaths, all painful to recall, made her feel even worse. “Look, I really don’t wanna suffer through whatever ‘ghost bitch’ act you’ve got planned, okay? So just fuck off.”

#mini para; #[[sydney reed]] #feel free to hurt her tho #seriously #i'm all down for a cat fight ;) x

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As she grasped the neck of the bottle, Zinc snickered again, “You have a point. That’s why I’m so good at it. But hey, you haven’t hit my stash yet, so I don’t care.” She gave her old acquaintance a smirk and poured some of the liquid down her throat, straight from the bottle. A richer laugh spilled from her lips at Sydney’s attempt at a glare, only seeming to look like an aggressive puppy from Zinc’s perspective. Harmless and amusing. “What can I say? I’m a master at the art of pissing people off. But I’m better at surviving after it, unlike you. How many times have you been killed for running your mouth now? Twenty? Fifty? A hundred?”

Despite being in the kitchen Sydney wasn’t in the mood for company, and she tried to ignore the snicker as the other ghost entered the room. After a few moments though she felt she had no choice but to acknowledge her. “If they don’t want it stolen they should do a better job of hiding it,” she mumbled, taking another swig. Her anger at being called ‘Sawyer’s slut’ meant Zinc had the opportunity to snatch away the bottle, and she glared. “Are you trying to piss me off even more? 'Cause it’s working.”

#mini para; #[[sydney reed]] #i don't know if i have already - #but as usual - I apologise for her #she's a bitch to sydney and it's the worst x

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