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Eight hundred in cash? It made her curious exactly why he had such a suspicious amount of money on him, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Remi took the wallet from Shyloh and took the money from it- tucking it into the pocket of her frock along with the deck of tarot cards. She was just thankful the frock fell low enough to cover up her tattoo so if seen on cameras or by passersby, they would have a harder time identifying her. “[#5DA493 I will do my best to help you once we find a place to lay low, okay? I want to.]” They were in this together now, and she wanted Shyloh at nothing less than one-hundred percent. “[#5DA493 I'm sure we can find something for you to work with. I'm kind of jealous to be honest. I can't draw anything better than stick figures.]” She let out a soft laugh and slid from the tall truck as well and tossed the wallet back into the driver's side and locked the doors with the keys still inside. Neither of them had use for this vehicle any longer, and it'd just make it easier for them to be identified if they kept it.

“[#5DA493 Take your time, Shyloh. Meet at the front of the store by the register when we're done if we get separated,]” The store they'd chose was a half-off shop. Retail clothing that hadn't gotten sold by more expensive stores or had been manhandled by rough customers went here and was marked half off or less. Surely, the two of them could find something to fit them.

Remi cursed being tall. Everything was made for shorter people with more figure than she. With no hips and minimal chest, she opted for a pair of well fitting, high waisted jeans that were just a smidgen too short- at least in her opinion- and a beige sweatshirt with a cat detail at the bottom. She also chose two other changes of clothes for later and a small backpack to keep all of their things in as she had no idea how long they'd be out, and it was better to be safe than sorry.

“[#5DA493 We'll both be wearing these outfits out, but I saved the tags,]” Remi mused- offering Shyloh a wink when the woman looked down at the offered tags and the money that was placed on the counter. “[#5DA493 I think I know a thing or two about bad eyes,]” She let out another small chuckle and pointed to the thick framed glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose as reminder of the woman's remark about having terrible eyes. Her eyesight was terrible without them due to her abilities.

She accepted the change that was handed to her- offering a gracious smile to the woman who ran the shop, and made her way over to her shorter companion. “[#5DA493 You make me feel like a giant,]” Remi was just now able to take in their difference in height. “[#5DA493 Let's keep all of our important things in here. It'll be easier to carry around. We should find a hostel that's cheap and won't ask questions. Which probably means the Pink Palace. I hope you don't mind seedy sex palaces for a while,]” It was the nickname of the motel where drug addicts and prostitutes conducted their business. The thought made her shiver, but it was their best option to save the resources that they had. Eight hundred dollars could go quickly if they allowed it to. “[#5DA493 No pun intended,]” The blonde lowered her hand, but paused before she could place it on Shyloh's shoulder- remembering what had happened the first time she had touched this girl. A small apologetic smile pulled at the corners of her lips, and she lowered her hand. Perhaps when they weren't in a public space, she'd comfort her, but for now, it was best not to draw attention to the fact that they were escaped witches.


It took the two of them a good twenty-five minutes to walk to the not-so-great end of town. It was full of dilapidated housing and shady looking people in their front lawns. Remi walked as close to Shyloh as she could without touching her. To say that she didn't like this was an understatement. Despite being on high alert, there were no signs of a threat as they neared the front lobby of the motel. Remi offered the money for a few nights stay to the greasy clerk behind the desk that looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, and they were offered a key to room number 209. “[#5DA493 Thanks.]” She mused and took the metal key before making her way up the narrow staircase that led toward the room at the other end of the stairwell.

The air was palpable with desire and lust, which made Remi- who repressed these feelings whenever they popped up- shiver in minor disgust that it was so wanton and unbridled. Their room was dimly lit with only one bed that had a thin mattress. There was a recliner in the corner as well, and an extremely small television. “[#5DA493 At least our sheets are clean,]” Remi sighed and locked the door behind them. “[#5DA493 Can I ask you something that's maybe a bit personal? How'd you end up in a place like Hollylock?]”
  -Solaris- / 10d 9h 56m 44s
[center Shyloh cocked her eyebrow as Remi spoke, her eyes not leaving the girl's face. She kept mentioning that she was an empath and could feel her emotions, which would not go well for the both of them. When Remi said the word 'erratic' Shyloh tensed slightly, biting down on her bottom lip. That was one word to describe how she felt on a day-to-day basis. Fucking erratic.

[#483D8B "Help me?"] The thought of someone thinking that they could help her caused Shyloh to shiver. So many people had told her that before and so many people had failed. Their only thoughts were to shove pills down her throat rather than talk about anything. No one really helped Shyloh, not ever.[#483D8B "Look. If you think you can help, then fuck yeah, let's do it."] Shyloh flashed a very fake smile before looking towards the wallet that laid on her lap. [#483D8B "I'm Shyloh Greene. If we buy paper and paint, or paper and crayons, I can show you what I can do." ]

Shyloh went back and forth from counting the money and thinking about the situation she was in. It was all very exciting but at the same time didn't feel real. Well, everything but her sore neck didn't feel real. [#483D8B [i What the fuck have I gotten myself into again? ] ] She asked herself, a bit angry at the situation before her.[#483D8B [i If this goddess- Remi, her name is Remi- didn't save me where would I be- OH RIGHT, fuck. Count the money.]] Shyloh cut off her thoughts about the situation, now trying to completely focus on the money. Finally, she got her head in the game and started counting yet again. [#483D8B "25... 75...200...500... Holy fucking shit,"] Shyloh's head twisted, looking at Remi with wide eyes. Excitement filled her stomach as she let out an excited, [#483D8B "Dude." ] Shyloh could feel her smile getting bigger and bigger. [#483D8B "Dude has over 800 dollars in cash. No credit cards, either. Just 800 dollars and his ID." ]

Soon after the excitement of finding all the bills in the wallet set in a new emotion came barreling down, ruining the happiness that was in the pit of her stomach.[#483D8B [i Why did Jeremy have this much money with him? And why the fuck was he trying to force me into this very car. ] "Ugh, that guy is royally fucked. We should have ran over him when we were leaving..."] Shyloh grumbled, not even realizing she had said anything at all.

Shyloh turned towards Remi and nodded, agreeing to the plan. This wasn't the first time she had been on the run, however, she had a feeling that it was maybe a first for Remi however she couldn't be certain. [#483D8B "I'm hungry, but we need clothes before we eat. We look like psychopaths," ]Remi laughed, swinging open the truck door. She hobbled out of the truck before turning to Remi. [#483D8B "I'll meet you in the store? I have to pee." ]


It was 10 minutes later and Shyloh was finally out of the washroom that was in the back of the small clothing store that they had found. Shyloh didn't actually need to use the washroom beside the fact that she wanted to splash cold water on her face.

Shyloh stumbled slightly as she opened the washroom door, her eyes scanning the entire store. She assumed that Remi was either trying something on or looking for something because she couldn't see her initially. Shyloh slowly rounded towards the petite section, knowing very well that she wouldn't fit into the regular clothes there. Finally, after a few minutes of looking, she found something that was her style. A black, crop top, sleeveless turtleneck and a high waisted pant. She grabbed a large army jacket and draped it over her shoulders. After that, she grabbed random items, including underwear for herself. She would probably need more than one change of clothes.

[#FF00FF "Do you need any help, dear?"] The creaking of the voice showed signs of extreme age, however, the tone was sweet. Shyloh turned around, arms full of a bunch of different types of clothes. She could just barely see over her pile. A kind, elderly women sat squinting at her. [#FF00FF "That's quite a lot of clothes."]

[#483D8B "Oh, uhm, I think I am fine, thank you..."] Shyloh gave a sweet smile to the elderly woman, her eyes doing a one out of the store. [#483D8B "My friend and I are doing a wardrobe overhaul! We were so very bored of our mundane clothes. A girl we know told us that this place has some super cute clothes from the 80's and 90's and we just HAD to check it out. Everything is fabulous." ] Shyloh's tone was fake and girly however the lady bought it. She was now smiling, loving the compliment.[#483D8B "Like, how you aren't a millionaire right now is mind-blowing to me!" ]

[#FF00FF "You are so very kind, my dear. Well, if you need anything, I will be sitting at the counter. This old lady doesn't have the same knees that she used to!" ]

[#483D8B "Still have that beauty though, or did you just get more stunning with age?"]

[#FF00FF "Oh, stop it! You kids must have as bad of eyes as I do,"] The lady yelled back as she retreaed to the front of the store.

Shyloh gave out a small giggle before letting the fakeness roll off. She hated to force herself to be that sweet but she knew that the elderly woman would surely have a good day.


Shy was done shopping and had even changed into the first outfit she had found. She was sitting at the front conversing with the elderly woman as she waited for Remi.

[#483D8B [i Kind of excited to see what those long legs look like in something other than a frock. ]] Shyloh smirked before shaking her head at the impure thoughts.
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In the time that it took for the short haired girl to get herself into the vehicle, Remi had turned the keys in the ignition to start it up. Quickly, she turned off the sound of droning music and waited for the door to close. With or without this girl she was leaving this damn place. When the door clicked shut, she looked over at her newfound companion sideways. “[#5DA493 I threw a pretty heavy book at him. I don't really know you, but I didn't like seeing that he was hurting you when you've done nothing to him to deserve what he's doing to you. It would have been a scar on my conscience if I'd sat there and done nothing for you.]” Remi always had a bleeding heart despite her outer disposition of being cold at times. “[#5DA493 I've seen him go after you a few times before now, but nothing like this. I recognize you from our groups. I'm just not very good with people. Being able to feel other people's emotions is draining enough without having to talk about my own.]” She'd be surprised if this girl even remembered her name as they were hardly acquainted.

She tossed the wallet into Shyloh's lap. “[#5DA493 Check and see how much money he has or if there's a card or something. We need new clothes. One look at us and people will know we're transients,]” Remi laughed softly and put the truck into drive. Despite having very little driving experience, she knew enough to get them to a more public place where they could get something decent to wear. Remi would kill for something that had more shape than that of the potato sack like dresses that they were wearing.

Sliding his stolen keycard against the gate entrance, it slid open loudly, and Remi was quick to bring them out of the parking-lot. “[#5DA493 I'm Remi by the way. I don't mean to sound rude, and the last thing I want to do is offend you, but your emotions are very erratic. I have never felt something as strongly as I felt when I touched you today.]” And that was just for a few moments. She almost didn't want to know what would happen if she'd opened up a proper empath channel. But then again. Perhaps there was someway to help her calm her erratic nerves. “[#5DA493 I'm willing to try to help you once we can find a quiet place, but you have to trust me.]” Trust and respect were things she didn't expect immediately even if she did want to help Shyloh. They were both strangers despite being in this together.

She pulled the truck off the dirt road onto the highway. “[#5DA493 I'm an empath with second sight, and I think I can help you with some of your fears. Only if you want that. It's the least I can do since you gave us an out.]” Although Shyloh hadn't willingly put herself in such a position, her squabble with the orderly had given them an out of that place, and for that she was grateful.

The truck passed a sign that told them the town's name. It was a small town on the outskirts of Salem that had a few hundred people. The perfect place to lay low for a little while while things blew over back at the rehab facility. Remi parked the truck in the parking lot across from a store. “[#5DA493 We'll ditch the truck here, get new clothes, and find some hostel to lay low for however long we have access to money. After that, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.]” She really hadn't thought this through as it'd been a spur of the moment idea. But it was as good of a plan as she could come up with. ]]
  -Solaris- / 18d 17h 45m 27s
[center Shyloh started to cough drastically as she breathed in, finally able to take a breath of air. The pain of being strangled was incredibly intense and for a moment she didn't know what would happen. She was now on her knees, sobbing slightly as her vision went from black to just blurry.

[b "I feel your emotions just as strong as you do when I'm this close to you. You need to calm down." ]

Shyloh faded in and out as she listened to the voice, trying to focus in on where they were. Finally, her bright olive eyes landed on who was talking.[#483D8B "What?" ]Was all Shyloh could say before she started to cough again. Her fingers went to her neck and she winced. It would definitely bruise. [#483D8B [i Shit...]]

[#483D8B "Give me two second-"] Shyloh started to mumble as her eyes tried to focus on the female in front of her. However, the girl was too quick, moving fast and picking something up before opening the truck door and crawling in.

[b "Get in or don't. But I wouldn't want to be here when he wakes up." ]

Shyloh didn't need a moment after that, weakly standing up and wobbling to the large truck. It was boosted up high, making it so she had to basically pull herself up into the passenger seat. She slowly managed this before closing the door a little too delicately. Her vision was now back fully and she could take in her surroundings. She had a full sense of what was happening now. She looked at the floor of where she sat, disgusted by the amount of garbage that was laid about. [#483D8B "Who could have guessed that Jeremy lived in a fucking pigsty?"] Shyloh grumbled, wiping the muddied gown she was forced to wear.

Finally, Shyloh looked up at awe at her savior, eyes widening when she saw who it was. She had seen this girl around before and had even sketched her once when she wasn't looking. Shyloh's cheeks heated up slightly at this thought, before turning her head and looking out towards the man that had tried to choke her out. She grabbed the crank to the window and rolled it down, anger filling her stomach. She then spat, laughing as it landed on Jeremy's face. She rolled the window back up and looked back at the girl.

[#483D8B "Sorry..."] Shyloh's face was flushed, embarrassed at what she had just done. Impulse control was not her thing. [#483D8B "Thank you... For whatever you did to knock him the fuck out."] Shyloh bit down on her lip before looking ahead. [#483D8B "We should go."]

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  Shyloh Greene / morbidity / 18d 21h 23m 48s
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[+red *] Everything in the first paragraph of my post was a vision of a future event.

[i “[#5DA493 We have to get out of here,]”] The voice was her own, but the sense of panic that filled her wasn't quite hers. It was not her own panic, no. She'd learned long ago to suppress her own emotions for fear of them driving her mad. Rather, this was someone else's panic, fear, and dread. [i “[#5DA493 Are you coming or not?]”] The voice continued to plead.

Remi sat bolt upright- blonde hair in uncombed disarray from the nightmarish dream sequence she'd just had. Couldn't she have real dreams anymore? This was why she hated sleeping. The world of dreams was nothing but nightmares for her anymore since this place, and they were rarely her own nightmares. The emotions felt by the others were so strong and so negative that the girl felt she was suffocating with no way out.

There had to be a way out; there was always a way out. Even from this place, there was a way out. She just hadn't had a chance to find it yet.

She wiped sweat from her forehead, and with shaky hands she turned the lamp on near her bed. Remi pulled a well-used stack of tarot cards from the nightstand. As superstitious as she was, this was the best time to consult the deck. Though the future was unsteady and uncertain, and there was no way to prove that what she'd seen would happen or hadn't already happened, she believed that ever dream- no matter how terrifying- was important. The deck was shuffled, and then spread across the thin bedspread. Almost reluctantly, she chose six cards from the deck, and placed them all face down.

“[#5DA493 Okay, Kitty, don't mess this up.]” Remi let out a soft sigh. “[#5DA493 How do I feel about myself?]” She asked the first card before flipping it over. “[#5DA493 The world,]” The girl whispered. It was a smidgen of peace for her as this was an omen of satisfaction in life, but there were five other cards that could ruin this reading.
“[#5DA493 What do I want most right now?]” Once again, she flipped the card- peeking one green eye open to look. “[#5DA493 The Chariot,]” It was another omen of success and ambition. Though, it could also mean a journey of some sort.
Remi flinched when she turned over the next card. “[#5DA493 I fear... the lovers.]” It wasn't a lie. She feared being hurt. Especially in a place like this that masqueraded as a rehabilitation facility. Her feelings had been tightly locked away for fear of hurting herself so much that she did nothing to grow emotionally.
“[#5DA493 What is going for me right now?]” She flipped the card. “[#5DA493 The Hierophant. Sadly, the moral fiber in this place is pretty lacking.]” A small smile pulled at the corners of her pink lips at her whispered remark.
The next card was turned over. “[#5DA493 The thing going against me is... The magician.]” It was a good thing she trusted few people here especially if they were males. Something didn't sit right with her about a few of the male orderlies especially.
“[#5DA493 Last, but not least, what is the likely outcome of today?]” She flipped it over as if she were ripping off a band-aid. “[#5DA493 Temperance. So auspicious.]” Though, the card was right; she just needed to trust her own judgement, and things would likely be okay.
There was a knock on the door, and she rushed to put the cards away before the orderly entered the room so they wouldn't be confiscated.

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After the group therapy session, Remi was exhausted. Before heading outside, she'd showered, braided her hair, and changed the thin frock that the facility had deemed acceptable wear. The deck of tarot cards was tucked into one of the pockets of the dress as she left her small cell of a room. She carried with her a worn hardback book and sat herself under the shade of a large oak tree. There was thankfully some peace and quiet after all. She folded her legs under her and opened to where her bookmark marked her place. She'd read this book several times since she'd been there, but she felt it was worth multiple reads even if she knew how it ended.

Green eyes looked over the rim of the book through black rimmed spectacles as an orderly led a young woman out of the house. She'd seen this girl before in their therapy sessions. Remi wasn't entirely sure what her name was, but she knew her face for certain. He didn't seem to notice the blonde there, and was far more focused on whatever he was doing to that poor girl who seemed to resist him at every step.

Once they passed her, she closed the book and watched the two of them making their way toward the parking lot. Yes! This had to be her ticket out of this place. Clambering to her full height, Remi followed with quick steps- making sure not to draw attention to herself.

“Let me go. I'm sorry, man. Just please...”

Remi took the heavy book and threw it as hard as she could at the orderly. Her heart pounded in her ears, and everything was a blur after that. He fell- dazed to the ground. She moved quickly- shoving her hands in his pockets for keys and a wallet before he could come to his senses. She found what she needed, and turned to the shorter girl- gripping her by her arm to help her up. Their initial touch, she was so bombarded by the girl's sense of panic and dread that she dropped the keys and wallet. The blonde gasped- winded just from touching her. Panic and fear were not emotions that she'd ever felt in so much excess before. “[#5DA493 I'm leaving with or without you. We have to get out of here. Are you coming or not? If you are coming, I need you to get your shit together and stop panicking. I feel your emotions just as strong as you do when I'm this close to you. You need to calm down. I'm not going to hurt you if you're afraid of me.]”

She clumsily picked up the stolen keys and wallet and yanked open the passenger door- climbing in over to the driver's side. “[#5DA493 Get in or don't. But I wouldn't want to be here when he wakes up.]”]]
  -Solaris- / 22d 6h 59m 53s
[center [#483D8B "To be discarded by the ones you love is one of the hardest things a person can go through, right?"] Shyloh let out a breath, her hands wrapped around the tape recorder that was given to her two weeks ago. The thought of using it seemed so stupid before. Now it was just another thing to help ease the pain. Another coping mechanism. [#483D8B "I used to think so. I mean, it broke my heart when my mom left me at the police station. I was only ten, so it was a pretty shitty thing to go through."] Shy took another well-needed breath, before biting her lip. Hard. [#483D8B "After that, I went from orphanages to foster homes, to mental hospitals, to here. This shit-stain of a place. This corrupt fucking hell hole that they call a 'rehab.' This place that makes being given up by your parents a dream. I wish the world knew. I really do. I wish they knew about the succubus that runs this place. I wish they knew the real reason that they locked us up here. It's not drugs. It's not because of erratic behavior, even though my behavior is very fucking erratic. It's because we can do shit. We can do shit other people can't, and it scares them."] Shyloh ended it on that note, pressing down the button that stopped the recording. She shoved the recorder into the drawer of her desk before retreating to the small bed that was considered hers.


The flimsy sheet that was supposed to be considered a blanket was ripped off of Shyloh's tiny body violently, an angry figure looming over her. Every day she woke up like this, bullied by a certain staff member who had a strong hate for her. She had guessed it to had something to do with her inability to censor herself as her tongue got her into trouble frequently, but she wasn't entirely sure.

The man who rudely interrupted her sleep, Jeremy, was soon out of her room and back to his morning patrol. He didn't wake anyone else, nor did he even go into their rooms. This was just a thing he did to Shyloh. Every damn morning.

[#483D8B [i Fuck this, ]] Shyloh grumbled, snatching the sheet and wrapping it around her body. [i Today's going to be a shitshow. ] ]

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It was just a quarter past one and already Shy was extremely irritable. Her brain was fried from therapy and she couldn't even keep down her lunch. Everything about the day set her off and made it so she couldn't concentrate on anything. Every minute felt like ten and every movement she made felt slow and draining. People around her would just stop what they were doing, not moving an inch. Their breathing became non-existent and they wouldn't respond to Shy. She attributed this as one of her many episodes, however, something always felt off when it happened.

The people in the hall started to move again, causing Shyloh to let out a sigh of relief. Her panic attack was over, finally. Or, what she thought was a panic attack was over.

Shyloh moved down the hallway and pushed passed a few staff that sat in her way. They grumbled but moved, not wanting to submit themselves to one of Shyloh's famous mood swings. However, as she passed them by another staff member leaped from the bench that laid near an office. It was Jeremy, Shyloh's tormentor.

[#708090 "I've been looking for you, Spaz,"] Jeremy flashed his yellowing teeth at Shyloh, his hands stuffed into his pocket nonchalantly. [#708090 "Mrs. Randolf wants to talk to you."]

Something felt off about this, causing Shyloh to squirm slightly. [#483D8B "What does she want? I already had my session."] Shy made a point to roll her eyes.

[#708090 "I don't know, I don't ask questions. Come on."] And with that, Jeremy had his hand gripped around Shyloh's arm, pulling her out of the hallway and towards the... Exit?

[#483D8B "I am pretty fuckin' sure that Mrs. Randolf doesn't want me even relatively close to the parking lot,"] Shyloh was resisting, trying to pull away from him and Jeremy and his death grip. None of the patients were allowed to go near the parking lot.

[#708090 "Shut the fuck up,"] Jeremy spat as he cussed, his fingernails digging into Shyloh's arm even more. He took his free hand and grabbed his keycard, swiping it on the access pad that locked the door.

[#483D8B "Seriously dude, what the fuck?"] Shyloh practically yelled, however, when she looked back she saw that there wasn't a soul near her. Or, anyone that she could see.

Jeremy pulled Shyloh viciously through the door, not checking if anyone had crept up behind them. He continued to force her towards a small, red, pick up truck.

Shyloh continually pulled away from Jeremy, her mind going a mile a minute. [#483D8B "Let me go. I am sorry man, just please,"] Tears started to stream down her face. Panic setting in.

Jeremy forced Shyloh against the passenger side of the truck, pressing his body and face close to Shyloh. She squirmed and cried out, however, soon enough Jeremy's large hands wrapped around her neck. [#483D8B "N-no." ]

Things started to fade black, slowly.
  Shyloh Greene / morbidity / 2d 16h 29m 34s

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