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"Oh crack my bones? You would like that wouldn't you? Well so would I, your big muscles wrapped around my twig arm and just pop. It reminds me of firecrackers... You know I love firecrackers. They take the pain away. I would love for you to crack my bones. Leave you say? Okay I will, but I'll be back. You might want to know why but..." Madalyn bites his lips as he looks over Parrish again, trailing his eyes back to Parrish's face he continued, "Welcome to the neighborhood, my name is Madalyn, I'm your neighbor." He said walking around the room looking at things and as he started to end his statement he inched closer to the door. "If you need anything don't hesitate to call for me." He walked out of the room and made sure to make himself invisible.

It looked like he was going to have more fun with this then he thought. Moria met him at the end of the hallway, "Madalyn, step away. Clearly he doesn't like you." She whispered to him harshly before entering Parrish's room and apologizing about the intruder. That she wouldn't mind taking Madalyn's filthy touch off of Parrish.

Madalyn rolled his eyes and went back into the room. If there was one thing he was grateful of Moria was that he could see every muscle that rippled in his back as he thrust into the being below him. Madalyn would imagine that it was him instead of Moria. If there was anyone that was creepy in this house it was her. Madalyn hated her more than anyone else in this house. She always stole his toys. She never shared. She never played nice... not that Madalyn played nice either. At least he shared. Another thing at least he didn't have wrinkles every where.

Madalyn pushed the lamp off the nightstand laughing, he would make them both pay. No one deserved the happiness he was promised. No one knew the happiness that he was promised. He wanted to know the purpose of life, how to become happy, Madalyn never knew happiness and he craved for it.

He was hoping he would get it with this new resident, hoping he would have that happiness, and so far he did see it. That's why he had to ruin it for the rest of those trapped. It would be his alone. Madalyn knocked on the front door to distract them from their... activity. A few minutes he slammed his fist even harder on the door against the hard wood oak... or maybe it was mahogany, he didn't really care.

  Madalyn / Ghostie / 6y 339d 14h 41m 43s
"Oh crack my bones? You would like that wouldn't you? Well so would I, your big muscles wrapped around my twig arm and just pop. It reminds me of firecrackers... You know I love firecrackers. They take the pain away. I would love for you to crack my bones. Leave you say? Okay I will, but I'll be back. You might want to know why but..." Madalyn bites his lips as he looks over Parrish again, trailing his eyes back to Parrish's face he continued, "Welcome to the neighborhood, my name is Madalyn, I'm your neighbor." He said walking around the room looking at things and as he started to end his statement he inched closer to the door. "If you need anything don't hesitate to call for me." He walked out of the room and made sure to make himself invisible.

It looked like he was going to have more fun with this then he thought. Moria met him at the end of the hallway, "Madalyn, step away. Clearly he doesn't like you." She whispered to him harshly before entering Parrish's room and apologizing about the intruder. That she wouldn't mind taking Madalyn's filthy touch off of Parrish.

Madalyn rolled his eyes and went back into the room. If there was one thing he was grateful of Moria was that he could see every muscle that rippled in his back as he thrust into the being below him. Madalyn would imagine that it was him instead of Moria. If there was anyone that was creepy in this house it was her. Madalyn hated her more than anyone else in this house. She always stole his toys. She never shared. She never played nice... not that Madalyn played nice either. At least he shared. Another thing at least he didn't have wrinkles every where.

Madalyn pushed the lamp off the nightstand laughing, he would make them both pay. No one deserved the happiness he was promised. No one knew the happiness that he was promised. He wanted to know the purpose of life, how to become happy, Madalyn never knew happiness and he craved for it.

He was hoping he would get it with this new resident, hoping he would have that happiness, and so far he did see it. That's why he had to ruin it for the rest of those trapped. It would be his alone. Madalyn knocked on the front door to distract them from their... activity. A few minutes he slammed his fist even harder on the door.

  Madalyn / Ghostie / 6y 339d 14h 58m 38s
Whispers around the bend of every corner of the high school, whether they were good or bad it always made me nervous to think about what they might be whispering about. Stopping by my locker, I started to punch in my combination in; I always felt as if there was someone near me when I got closer to objects, like someone was watching my every movement.


The only times I didn't feel nervous were the moments I was near my best friend, Marshall; even at the mention of the name my cheeks started to burn. Shaking my head I put in my combination once more, since it messes up when someone pauses.


Inside my locker I picked up my notebook for Pre-Calculus, and the essay I was writing for my senior year. It was rugged, because I have had it since my freshman year.


I have been waiting for senior year for four long years, and in my notebook I can see how much I've changed. The words of a ninth grader could be replaced with more advanced words of a twelfth grader.


I did not know how to write back then, and maybe not even at the end of senior year. Written on the cover of my notebook was my name, Reese Aflec.


Suddenly I felt arms wrap around my shoulders and I dropped my notebook in surprise. They squeezed me, and for a moment I was panicking and ridiculously uncomfortable before I wriggled away to face the person with the audacity to touch me without identifying themselves first.


It was just Marshall, to my relief.


I could feel the grin on my face. It turned out to be contagious, because soon he was wearing one too. He was wearing a hoody as he almost always was, for which I'd make fun of him and tell him he looked like he was about to beg someone for money because he lost his home when he went to go serve in war. His dark jeans were faded to the point where they looked another color entirely. All of his style made him look rugged; it made it as if he were an object with sharp edges in one place and blunt edges in another. He was confusing.


"Hey, you want to know something?" I asked him, picking up my fallen notebook and gesturing for him to follow me down the hallway.


He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly and cast his gaze around us, at the passersby as they waved and said hello in murmurs. "What?"


"You never really... hug anybody, you know? You kind of just, um... embrace shoulders or something."


Marshall shook his head and gave a small smile. "I don't do hugs. Too much commitment."


I pushed his arm playfully, my fingertips tingling and burning at the same time. "You're an idiot. A really big, stupid idiot."


He laughed at me and took the blow without sending one back. "Didn't you hear? Girls love idiots. We're everywhere. We're going to take over the earth by next year; I promise you."


I laughed, and for the first time that day, it wasn't fake.


"Well it's definitely not cute to me, and I don't love it. Go impress your little girlfriends." I joked around with him, smiling.


Of course the little shit that Marshall was just stayed beside me, looking over my shoulder he picked up my Pre-Cal notebook.


"Taking honors again, Reese? You know that's gonna kill your brain before you reach the age of twenty right?" Marshall asked me, to which I just rolled my eyes.


"Better than being a group of buffoons. Running around the place not really sure they are doing the right thing until it's too late." I told him. Marshall just blinked before he moved the topic, "Hey did you want to come to my place this weekend? I got a new game." He told me with a wink wonk nudge-nudge gesture.


I smiled and did the gesture back and nodded before the bell rang signaling for students to get to class. Of course Marshall being in regular classes he didn't usually share any classes with me and we have different interest. In fact I don't even know why me and Marshall are friends.


Possibly because of our differences, but that's kinda cheesy and over used, so I think the reason is because we work well together. We have different views and when they are put together it causes sparks to fly.


And I don't mean just in ideas, I've noticed over the span of four years I have gotten so close to Marshall it almost hurts and that during these years the sparks in me ignited and set a flame in my heart. Too bad I probably extingush every flame in Marshall, how does he even like me?


I sighed as I looked back down at my Pre-Cal book, two different ends of the spectrum collide, what is the outcome? Chaos, and that was what Marshall and I were together, chaos.


Remember this, remember that, after all of this I still do not remember why exactly the Earth can create strange metals out of the core or why people have different emotions. Learn and forget, that's all high school was and I was lying at the bottom of the ocean of lies.


Whether it be my lies or society's lies I still laid at the bottom, waves washing over me with tiny white foam lies left to pop. Everything crashes as another wave comes in much stronger and again it resides to make another wave.


I'm dying in this hole that I've dug for myself and I deserve it. Why do I push Marshall away when I want him so close? I see his hand trying to pull me out of my ocean of lies but I just lay there looking right at it. Hoping he'll grab me and drag me out, but Marshall is too nice.

  Ghostie / 7y 32d 22h 6m 47s
Name: Arian Lyran
Aliases: Ghost, Ari, Arian.
Ethnicity: German
Age: 26
Occupation: Aesthetic Surgery
Personality: Arian is quick as a whip when it comes to judgement and his work, although he can be pretty harsh when it comes to criticism. Arian likes to flirt with the costumers sometimes too, especially when they are his type. And if you don't like his work then out the door you go never to return.
Wealth: Upper Class
Cybergenetic Implants/ Abilities: Elf ears and can shapeshift to anything, use it's voice, and be able to use their abilities.
Other: Arian has always seen the ugly side of the world first starting with his mother. She always saw the world as it was, never sugarcoating anything she said. Arian never knew his father and he was sure his mother didn't even know his father, just another face that passed during the day. A client, nothing special just another person. And that was how his mother put it too, all men disgusted her even Arian and she was an even more disgusting person for allowing them to do what they did to her, but she did what she could to help Arian live. For that Arian vowed to save her from the hell hole she dug herself into. The world was cruel, and he wanted to expose it. To do that he rose from the bottom to the top, to the person that controlled other people's fates by their faces. Because of his past he has plenty of scars, but they all have stories behind them and he doesn't care who sees.

  Ghostie / 7y 32d 20h 46m 56s
Reese's eyes snapped open as he heard the door opening to the room, did Marshall just come in? Maybe he was just paranoid, lifting his heads out of the covers Reese looked around and didn't see anything that would lead to human activity but his own. Shoving the blanket off of him he decided to go check and see where... Marshall was. When turning the corner he felt light headed and he leaned against the staircase. "Marshall?" He called out. He didn't feel well, and passing by that mirror he didn't appear well either. His face was pale and his eyes were slightly puffed, probably from his tears, but the worse was the line of blood that went from his lips to his chin from earlier.

"Reese get it together..." He whispered to himself, wiping at his face only to remember his hand was covered in blood too. Reese started to hyperventilate, he was terrified of large amounts of blood. It was almost like a picture show of before flashed inside his mind, the head that had rolled across the floor as he opened the door. Almost like he triggered the trap to snap the man's neck. What if it was his fault? What if he were to blame and Marshall knew it? He was terrified of his own thoughts, but reality soon came crashing onto him as he heard footsteps start to return upstairs. Had Marshall actually heard his call? Reese ran back up the stairs crawled into the bed before him. Trying to calm his breath, Marshall had walked in.

It seems the later did not notice Reese as he walked in as he stepped into the bathroom and the water started running. God how Reese wished he could just jump into the shower too. He felt so dirty and needed to wash off the blood on his hands... literally. Not even five minutes later he heard the shower turn off and Reese was too scared to look up, to be noticed. The other had opened a drawer and left the room quickly, leaving Reese to sigh with relief. He got up nervously on his own two feet when he heard footsteps going down the stair.

He really needed to shower before he threw up again, and looking down at the sheets he could see some dried blood on that too. Of course it was more faint hand prints then actual blood. He didn't know if stepping in the shower would be totally noticeable to the one downstairs but he need to do something. Stepping into the bathroom he rinsed his hands and his face first then the rest of himself. The water was cold, but he didn't care it felt good against his burning skin. Once he was done he stepped out and realized he couldn't wear what he had before. They were dirty and stained with blood, something he wanted to escape from. Digging through Marshall's drawers he pulled out some clothing for him to wear.

Although the shirt hung loose on him, it felt right like it belonged there touching his skin. For pants he just grabbed a pair of shorts that looked like pjs. Sighing he pulled those up along with underwear up his legs til they met his hips. He felt so snug in these clothes even knowing they belonged to a killer... he already made a deal with said killer, making him just as worse. Shaking his hair a little so it wasn't so damp he started to walk downstairs. Again he turned the corner and called out, "Marshall? Are you down there?" while he walked down the stairs. Hoping he wouldn't have to witness another scene.

Reese walked into the living room and didn't see anybody so he walked into the kitchen and found Marshall. He had to giggle watching as his friend danced around the kitchen while making something that looked like hamburgers. Reese froze in his thought, were there actual body parts in the meat. Concerned he tugged on his friend's sleeve, probably scaring him, but Reese needed to have his questions answered.

  Ghostie / 7y 36d 14h 10m 4s
'Shit' Was the first word that placed itself in my mind before my head smacked against the floor and I was seeing double. My name had graced his lips and I looked up, my eyes becoming focused I could now see a reflection of myself. Even the sad far off look was in his eyes, why.... why? Why did he exist?! Questions like this had no answer, so why even ask them. Hesitantly I speak up, "N-Nya?" I asked like he had done. There were so many questions I wanted to ask but as I opened my mouth none had flown out except one, "Why?" I tried to move my mouth to form more of the question but nothing ever came out.

Before I could even stop it tears had started to fall down my face and I lifted my hand up to his face... Nya's face. "Why?" The question came again, and I started to shake. My other hand had started to ball into a fist, and I brought it up to wipe away any tears that came. I couldn't calm down, not when this person that I've only met in my dreams was right before me. My dreams would no longer haunt me, would no longer cause me any pain and for some reason I don't feel satisfied. Why didn't I feel anything but sadness when it should be relief?! Picking up my fist I slammed it on the floor once more. "Why? Why? Why? Why can't I stop crying?" I asked angrily as more and more tears smacked against my collarbones and rolled down til I could no longer feel them.

All the years of people calling me a freak, a monster because I saw things that they could not. I could imagine in my dreams a world almost exactly like our own only different. Things were so different, and I had been criticized for that all my life. Why were the tears running down my face salty, when they should be happy ones because I'll no longer be punished for my beliefs. Am I the one that holds myself back from greatness? I want to move on and forget all of this, but I can't I'm chained to this person. My plans had never been well thought out and it always blows up in my face. This time it didn't, but there was no way for me to return. The time it would take me to find the right code would be as long as I used to find the code to get here.

I looked back into those eyes that were in front of me and I could see speckles of happiness... Did my eyes even have those? Did I even experience happiness after that first dream? Will I when I leave this place and return only to be called a freak.... I closed my eyes and laid back covering up my face with my hands, I didn't want to be seen in this stage, but I knew nothing would hide the sounds that left my mouth as I continued to cry.

  Ghostie / 7y 58d 16h 29m 31s


Grant hated to admit it but he was past exhaustion, he could feel the cringe of his lover beneath him as he mentioned something about a cigarette. He knew it pissed Salem off to know he still smoked and probably would not stop any time soon. But he also knew that Salem wouldn't say anything about it. Salem did care, Grant knew that too, but he feared Grant more than his smoking. He hummed softly on the other's shoulder. "Later, we are about to eat.... I'd rather not ruin my appetite." He murmured into Salem's shoulder.


He knew their food would be out soon and that

  Picture Perfect / No_Face / 7y 110d 10h 31m 46s




  No_Face / 7y 110d 10h 31m 30s






How about some flowers? Or are you allergic? Either way take them.

Mole is the name

Lumpy is my game

And if you couldn't tell from my name I am a mole...

These are my lame friends.



We will make it through the flames

  No_Face / 7y 120d 7h 56m 34s






I have your heart here baby~ Here with me.


I am Lumpy

I am a moose~

Mole's heart belongs to me.

These are my friends.



Let's dine in hell tonight.

  No_Face / 7y 121d 13h 55m 50s



"Oh it's no problem, I was just curious." Leo told the other rubbing the back of his head nervously. He didn't mean to make the other sad, or angry at his parents. But hearing the next few words he scoffed just a little. "Life is meant to piss people off, so let's go~" He told the other. Grabbing the other's arm, he started walking out of the 'palace', "Let's try this awesome bar. They sell amazing drinks there." Well... to him, they had amazing drinks and amazing 'drinks'. It was always filled with new comers that had never been to a bar. It was quite fun watching them all scourging around.


Stopping in front of the bar he turned to his guest, "Hey stick as close as you can to me. Wouldn't want something to happen to you." He said in a joking way though his tone was serious. There was no telling who else came here that wanted a good drink. Vampires, demons like himself, and the occasional dark fairy might come in to whisk people away. "While we are here, might as well get to know each other. My name is Leo, I am twenty three." He started off and pulled his mask away now that they were in a area where it was safe for him to do so. His eyes were a bright blue, almost impossible for humans, and he was rather pale.

  No_Face / 7y 109d 21h 42m 6s









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  小斎 / No_Face / 7y 126d 12h 1m 47s





  No_Face / 7y 126d 10h 53m 0s
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