February 2012
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scottyybear:
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ooc: but Scott what about the party What about the party
THERE WAS NEVER A PARTY. I INVITED CHASE INSTEAD OF YOU.
Then what am I doing outside your house.
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Scotty nodded. He would have to get in contact with this ‘Larissa’ girl soon. “Thanks, man.” he said. He listened as Troy talked about the other spirits that were living in the house. “D-Damn.. That sounds like some scary shit..” Scott said as he chewed at his fingernails- a nervous habit. He sighed a little, running his hands through his hair. “Well, we have each other, right?” Scotty said,...
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sapphirawatson-rp:
Even with 16 years old she was very wise. She wanted to be the best in everything that was about music or art. Sapphira was the kind of girl that enjoyed the outside world and she didn’t feel like being inside the house so she walked to the gazebo with her iPad on hands. She placed the iPad on the…
Troy, lost in his thoughts, found himself pacing around in the...
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“Oh fuck,” Troy ran his fingers through his hair, “the why the hell did he decide to stab me? Did he think I was one of your gangster friends or something. ‘Not that you have any.” He laugh, though one could hear the stress laced in his tone.
“So now what?” He paced the floor, trying to keep himself from getting upset. “I knew that motherfucker was going to fuck us...
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As the movie played he began to piece together the story’s plot. He must have seen this movie a million times when he was still alive. He rested his around the space above her, his arm not quite touching her. Suddenly he was reminded of her vague warning of the basement. He tried to let the thought go since it seemed to bother her when she said it but he couldn’t let it go. After a few more...
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“Yeah,” he glanced over at the house the looked back, “there’s a lot of people who are into the whole murder house things. Mostly nutcases and really gullible people.” He laughed then jokingly asked, “you aren’t one of those are you?”
He cleared his throat, “you know they say the…
“You knew Violet? She’s an alright—, I mean, was alright. I’m sorry for...
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ooc: it’s perfectly fine! it wasn’t just you! thank you though! :D
ooc: oh okay, lol i felt really bad. akjsjjass.
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“Oh fuck,” Troy ran his fingers through his hair, “the why the hell did he decide to stab me? Did he think I was one of your gangster friends or something. ‘Not that you have any.” He laugh, though one could hear the stress laced in his tone.
“So now what?” He paced the floor, trying to keep himself from getting upset. “I knew that motherfucker was going to fuck us eventually.” He sat...
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Troy titled his head. False alarm. She didn’t seem to be doing anything weird or illegal. She held her notebook out and was wiping off dirt from her clothes. If anything, she seems pretty average. Just as he was about to head back into the house she waved at him. He smiled and…
“Yeah,” he glanced over at the house the looked back, “there’s a lot of...
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Larissa grinned, “Nightmare on Elm street it is…” She put in the disk and hit play. “This movie is great.” She laughed and sat down next to him. The movie started and she grinned, she always loved this movie, ever since it came out.
As the movie played he began to piece together the story’s plot. He must have seen this movie a million times when he was still alive. He rested his around...
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Isadora walked along the path to her favorite house; it looked as if no one were home. She checked once more, just to make sure. All she saw were leaves rustling in the breeze, and a few snakes slivering…
Troy titled his head. False alarm. She didn’t seem to be doing anything weird or illegal. She...
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Savannah heard a rhythm when she made her dance around the foyer. The linoleum hurt her toes but it was the easiest for spins. There was a beat outside. She moved to it. But as she did she moved to it. She opened the back door and went to the machine…
Scott woke up from a recent ‘attack’- what...
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Isadora walked along the path to her favorite house; it looked as if no one were home. She checked once more, just to make sure. All she saw were leaves rustling in the breeze, and a few snakes slivering up the broken sidewalk. Satisfied with this, she continued. Making sure to look suspicious as…
Troy sat at the windowsill staring at the yard, not really paying...
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Savannah heard a rhythm when she made her dance around the foyer. The linoleum hurt her toes but it was the easiest for spins. There was a beat outside. She moved to it. But as she did she moved to it. She opened the back door and went to the machine…
Scott woke up from a recent ‘attack’- what he had come to call the...
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Troy passed though the sliding glass door, entering the kitchen. He made his entrance quietly, wishing not to disturb anyone that may have been wandering around inside. He glanced at the fridge,...
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Savannah heard a rhythm when she made her dance around the foyer. The linoleum hurt her toes but it was the easiest for spins. There was a beat outside. She moved to it. But as she did she moved to it. She opened the back door and went to the machine…
Scott woke up from a recent ‘attack’- what he had come to call the frequent Narcolepsy-induced...
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savannah-mcclaine-alternate-ahs:
Savannah stood up flustered. “Yea. Nothing I cant handle.” She laughed as she felt something warm trickle down her leg. “Oh!” she exclaimed. She tried to get the blood off from her wound wen she fell. She was in a frenzy trying not to embarrass herself. ”I’m sorry. I guess I’m still a bit clumsy” she said.
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Troy passed though the sliding glass door, entering the kitchen. He made his entrance quietly, wishing not to disturb anyone that may have been wandering around inside. He glanced at the fridge, wanting to open it and look inside....
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troysmmm:
“Sorry.” He said, noting her sharp tone.
“I think I kind of understand what you mean, though I don’t think I have the balls to ever try and kill myself.” Troy smiled and stuck out his hand. “I’m Troy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He studied her, from her appearance she didn’t…
“Shit,” he covered his mouth with his palm, “you’d think after the third or...
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Troy passed though the sliding glass door, entering the kitchen. He made his entrance quietly, wishing not to disturb anyone that may have been wandering around inside. He glanced at the fridge, wanting to open it and look inside. One of the things he missed the...
@Troy: Because music creates a melody
savannah-mcclaine-alternate-ahs:
Savannah heard a rhythm when she made her dance around the foyer. The linoleum hurt her toes but it was the easiest for spins. There was a beat outside. She moved to it. But as she did she moved to it. She opened the back door and went to the machine producing the sound. She jumped for joy when she found it. She tried her leaps and spins on the deck. It...
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Troy passed though the sliding glass door, entering the kitchen. He made his entrance quietly, wishing not to disturb anyone that may have been wandering around inside. He glanced at the fridge, wanting to open it and look inside. One of the things he missed the most about living was...
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troysmmm:
Troy lightly placed his hand on the door knob before quickly pulling it away. Five years after his death and he still wasn’t use to the whole walking through doors thing. He reached his arm forward, slowly inching his way into the house. He didn’t normally hang around inside of the…
“Sorry.” He said, noting her sharp tone.
“I think I kind of understand what...
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Troy passed though the sliding glass door, entering the kitchen. He made his entrance quietly, wishing not to disturb anyone that may have been wandering around inside. He glanced at the fridge, wanting to open it and look inside. One of the things he missed the most about living was eating. Definitely. He could still remember the...
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troysmmm:
Troy passed though the sliding glass door, entering the kitchen. He made his entrance quietly, wishing not to disturb anyone that may have been wandering around inside. He glanced at the fridge, wanting to open it and look inside. One of the things he missed the most about living was eating. Definitely. He could still remember the rich taste of strawberry ice...
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Troy passed though the sliding glass door, entering the kitchen. He made his entrance quietly, wishing not to disturb anyone that may have been wandering around inside. He glanced at the fridge, wanting to open it and look inside. One of the things he missed the most about living was eating. Definitely. He could still remember the rich taste of strawberry ice cream. He would kill to be able to eat...
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itssoshamefulofmeilikeyou:
Violet was lounging on the stairs, not for any particular reason- mostly due to the fact that she had been slowly running out of things to do. Three years- to her at least was a long time to be alone and bored, especially when she only really wanted to see one person; and she couldn’t let herself…
Troy lightly placed his hand on the door knob before quickly...
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americanhorrorstory-roleplay:
Introducing Troy Smith.
Troy Smith. | 18 | Spirit (2006) | Playby: Logan Lerman | TAKEN
Troy never lived in the house; he just found his way there. No one knew who he was, since he never went to school and seldom went out into town. His father was a no show, and his mom worked two jobs…
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OOC: Open for para if anyone is interested. : )
