H [ᴍ] ᴛᴇᴀʀs ✝ sʜᴀʟʟ ✝ ғᴀʟʟ [ic]

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·· ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ sᴏʟɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇɴ·ᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ? ··

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ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇ
ᴏʜ ʜᴏᴡ ʙʟɪssғᴜʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ
ғᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ?


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Dᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. Iᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴇs ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇs, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ. Sᴏᴍᴇ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ, sʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇs ʙʏ ɪᴛs ᴄᴏʟᴅ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs.
Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜsʟʏ ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ. Oɴᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sᴘɪʀᴀʟɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏss. A ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴀsʜ, ᴀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀ sᴛᴏʀᴍ, ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ... Sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏssɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs, sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀs.
Sᴏᴜʟs ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ ɪs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀʟɪғᴇ. Bᴜᴛ ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ "ᴅᴏᴏʀ" ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀʟɪғᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴏsᴛ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ﹣ ᴀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ, ᴀ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs sᴏᴜʟs ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ʟɪᴍʙᴏ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ. Bᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ. Iғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ; ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ ʙᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴀʀᴇᴀ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. Nᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ. Yᴏᴜ ϙᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ, ɴᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Yᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ɪᴛs ᴡᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ. Yᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. Sʜᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ʏᴇs. Bᴜᴛ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟ. Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?

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Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. Yᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ·s ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ, ɪᴛ·s ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. Yᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ sɪx ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ? Yᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ. A ɢʜᴏsᴛ? Wʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ? Iᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ. Lɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ.


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·· ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ʀᴜʟᴇs, ʙᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ! (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=71130) ··
→ Bᴇɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴜsᴛ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜsᴇʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴠɪᴀ ᴘᴍ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ
→ I ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴀs ғɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ﹣ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɴᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
→ Tʜɪs ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
→ Dᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴜsᴇ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ғ﹣ʙᴏᴍʙ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ
→ Oɴᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴀɢʀᴀᴘʜ ᴘᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴɪᴍᴜᴍ, ɪғ I sᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ﹣ʟɪɴᴇʀs, I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴏғ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴋᴇᴇᴛs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ
→ Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢ, ᴛʏᴘᴏs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ
→ Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴜs ;w;
→ Nᴏ ɢᴏᴅᴍᴏᴅᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴀᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ; ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴋᴇᴇᴛs
→ Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ sɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇs ᴍᴇ ɴᴜᴛs
→ Lᴀsᴛʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ﹗


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→ Nᴏᴛᴇ﹕ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʟғ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ﹙ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ ᴀs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ﹚
Tʜᴇ Aʀᴛɪsᴛ → Lyɴɴ Reoѕɴ, Hᴜᴍᴀɴ﹙@Silverink﹚
Tʜᴇ Nᴇʀᴅ → Rʏᴀɴ Bᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ, Sᴏᴜʟ﹙@Onyx Dragon﹚
Tʜᴇ Tʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ﹣Mᴀᴋᴇʀ → Sᴛᴇᴘʜᴀɴɪᴇ ᴠᴀɴ Dᴜʀsᴛ, Hᴜᴍᴀɴ ﹙@ Alter Ego﹚
Tʜᴇ Mᴜsɪᴄɪᴀɴ → Bᴇɴᴇᴛ Wʀɪɢʜᴛ, Hᴜᴍᴀɴ﹙@MiMiyoko﹚
Tʜᴇ Aᴛʜʟᴇᴛᴇ → Kᴀᴄɪᴇ Vᴀʟᴅᴇᴢ, Sᴏᴜʟ ﹙@MiMiyoko﹚
Tʜᴇ Cᴀsᴀɴᴏᴠᴀ → Jᴏsᴜᴇ Dɪᴀᴢ, Sᴏᴜʟ ﹙@chilloice﹚

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·· Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢs ··
Nᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴛ
→ Nᴏᴛᴇ﹕I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴏʀ ʙʏ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀs﹣ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇ﹣ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ

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NPCs﹣ Nᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴛ

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[MiMiyoko]

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Benet bolted upright, cold sweat dripping down his neck, his sheets wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. Yet another nightmare about that cold autumn night; the night he had learned his best friend had been killed. It had been a while ago, but remembering the unfortunate event still left him feeling empty. But, life dragged on, relentlessly as always.

Now it was winter, the near year quickly approaching. Everyone at college was buzzing about winter break, but this time of year always brought about tragedies. Two other people he had known had also passed away, both victims of drunken drivers. Kacie Valdez had been the most recent death. He already hated cars to begin with, but the slippery roads and reckless drivers made him even more nervous about traveling.

But despite his reluctancy, he still had classes to attend. Which meant he might as well start getting ready for his morning economics class. Untangling himself from the sheets, he got up out of bed, stretching before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. It still felt strange, living alone. Just earlier that year, Ryan had been his roommate. Now the small apartment felt so lonely.

After freshening up, Benet grabbed some breakfast before heading outside and unlocking his car. He hoped the roads wouldn't be too icy. Turning on the radio, he slowly pulled out of the cramped parking lot, heading to college.

Luckily, his hopes were well-placed and the roads proved not to difficult to travel. Zipping up his heavy winter coat, he slung his book bag over his shoulder before stepping out of the car and heading off to his first class. He felt restless, he was worried about Stephanie. Kacie had been her closest friend, and he hadn't seen her since the rumors of her death had been proven true. At least he had study hall third period, he should be able to check up on her then.

Two classes rolled by slowly and eventually he was free from his professor's droning voice. Grabbing his things, he headed over to the library, hoping to find Stephanie there. But as soon as he arrived, he could see that there was clearly no sign of her. Of course she wouldn't be her, the library is my kind of place, not hers. With a small sigh, he turned to leave, but before he could do so, something caught his eye. Glancing over towards the computers, he saw a familiar figure. Suddenly, he felt a bit shaky. "No, can't be." He whispered to himself.

Ryan was standing there, clear as day. Certain he was seeing things, Benet stumbled towards his best friend. Reaching out a hand, he grabbed Ryan's arm which felt solid. He could touch him! "W-what... how... I m-must be crazy." He said softly, letting go of his dead friend's arm. This was impossible. Ryan couldn't be standing here in front of him, his friend had been killed! He had attended his funeral! How could this be happening?

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It took Kacie several moments to gain her bearings. She was standing in a hospital, though by the looks of things she wasn't a patient. She was still dressed up for a night out; her hair down, a stylish jacket on along with some trendy jeans and kick-ass combat boots. But despite how sexy the clothes made her feel, she still didn't know what the hell she was doing standing in a hospital of all places!

Walking over to a window, she realized that it was morning. Had she passed out and been brought to a hospital or something? Still confused, she looked up and down the pristine white hallway, glad to see a nurse striding towards her. "S'cuse me! I think I drank too much last night, can you tell me how I got here?" She called out, waving to the woman. To her displeasure, the nurse completely ignored her. She even had to nerve to walk right past her without so much as a glance!

Irritated, Kacie reached out towards to nurse. "Hey, I was talking to you!" As her hand landed on the nurses shoulder, she was startled to find that she could not touch the woman at all. Her hand simply faded until it was nearly transparent. Yelping, she quickly yanked her hand away from the nurse, who kept walking as if nothing had happened. Okay, she was officially freaked out. What was going on?

After wandering around the hospital, she quickly discovered that nobody could see or here her, and she couldn't interact with anything lest her body fade out of view. This was freaky. Trying to keep calm, she walked outside into the crisp morning air. Oddly enough, the cold didn't seem to bother her despite her clothes not being very weather proof. She needed to find answers.

Since her car was nowhere in sight, Kacie would just have to walk back to her dorm. Hopefully someone there would be able to tell her something. Thankfully, the college dorms weren't too far from the hospital, only a twenty-five minute walk. As she came up to a crosswalk, she noticed that an accident had happened at that particular intersection. It seemed fairly recent too, there were still scraps lying about from the wreck.

Kacie kicked a shred of tire off the sidewalk, then suddenly she remembered something. She remembered getting drunk the night before, she remembered agreeing to let one of her teammates drive her home, and she remembered the horrible smell of burning rubber and the deafening sound of metal on metal. "I died?!" She shrieked. This situation had just gone from bad to worse. How could she be dead? She had had her whole life ahead of her!

Resisting the urge to cry, Kacie sped up, now more determined than ever to get back to her dorm and find some answers. If she was dead, then how come she was still here? Wasn't she supposed to move onto the afterlife or something? Light at the end of the tunnel and all that? She still couldn't believe she had died in a stupid car crash. If only she had just walked home instead!

After sprinting two blocks in a row without resting, Kacie realized she seemed to have unlimited stamina. At least being a ghost had one perk. She reached her dorm soon and burst inside, not sure what exactly she was looking for. She had hoped Stephanie would be there, but one look at the clock told her that it was already third period, which meant her friend was probably at school. That meant more running. Turning on her heel, she walked right back out of her dorm, not even bothering with the door since she couldn't touch it.

Finally making it to school, she now knew exactly where to head. During third period her and Stephanie would always hang out in the gym, shooting hoops or messing around on the bleachers. Technically they weren't allowed in there outside of gym class, but that was part of the reason why it was their favorite hang out.

Entering the gym, Kacie saw that she had been correct. Stephanie was sitting on the bottom row of bleachers, like normal. Now the big question: would her friend be able to see her? Trotting over to the younger girl, Kacie desperately waved her hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention. It didn't seem to be working. She felt the corners of her eyes begin to prickle again and she once again found herself fighting back tears. "Steph? Steph, it's me! Can't you see me?" She asked, reaching out and grabbing her friend's hand. Actually grabbing it. She could feel Stephanie's warm hand in hers, her body wasn't fading at all! Thank god.

[Alter Ego]

Stephanie van Durst


Stephanie had had a really, really shitty life.

First, her father left. Then, her mom picked up more jobs. Shortly after, Stephanie became a "bad seed" in an attempt to alleviate some of the stress on her mother's shoulders. Unfortunately, it seemed as though every time she tried to help, she only made things worse.

Just like that night.

Kacie wanted to go out with her basketball friends. Stephanie had insisted Kacie didn't; those assholes had a shady background, and anything could have happened to Kacie when she was around them. But no, Kacie insisted that everything would be alright, she'd be home by one AM and be sober enough to play her big basketball game in two days. Stephanie insisted just once more; something bad was going to happen, Steph could feel it in her gut. But Kacie had batted those long eyelashes of hers and swore that she would arrive home safe. Stephanie reluctantly agreed.

Stephanie couldn't remember much of that night. Footsteps were practically implanted in her apartment's floor from her pacing. Smoking pot didn't help, either, like it usually did. Her anxiety was swelling, she remembered that, and then she heard a loud crash down the street and bolted out the door. She remembered bright lights and sirens, and a bloodcurdling scream breaking out through the night. Was it hers? She couldn't remember.

That was only three weeks ago. The police had yet to clean up the wreck. Stephanie had made it a point to avoid going to that damned intersection. Every time that stupid news story came on, waves of regret swept her up and reminded her of how if only she had tried harder, begged more, seemed more desperate--then maybe Kacie wouldn't be gone.

Stephanie had skipped the first two weeks of school. Being there was too painful, and so was staying in that apartment. Everywhere she looked seemed to remind her of Kacie. Stephanie kept her eyes lowered, furiously blinking back tears. She wasn't allowed to cry, that was just being selfish. Mary had lost Josue first, then Benet with Alex, and Kacie was the most recent death. In just a matter of months, half of their group had disappeared. Everyone but Stephanie seemed to have had a grip on their life, despite being devastated with the recent accidents. They had all shown up to school way sooner than she had. Stephanie was just being a brat. Everyone had felt the same pain as she had, some may have had it even worse than her.

Stephanie rubbed her eyes with the back of her palms. Her legs bounced up and down as she tried to keep herself moving. She really, reallywished she could pull out a cigarette. But with her being so close to flunking out of college, it was for the best that she obeyed the "no smoking" rule. Stephanie slapped both of her cheeks in an effort to get herself to stop being such a baby.

"Kacie wouldn't want you to cry..." she reminded herself. At least Stephanie went back to school the third week after that stupid crash. Surely Kacie would have at least been proud of that?

"Benet probably thought I was gonna be at the library..." Stephanie said to no one, chuckling bitterly. Benet was always trying to check up on Stephanie and Lynn. It comforted her, but she felt like a jerk for ignoring him and Mary. "Idiot..." She shook her head with a meek smile.

Stephenie felt her skin crawl with goosebumps. She rubbed her arms unconsciously, not thinking much of it. Steph often got those random bouts of chilliness.

"...ph...me...see me..."

Her eyes shot up, scanning the gymnasium. Was she hearing right?

"N-no way...it can't be..." she muttered, her heart pounding in her chest. No, there was no possible way it could have been Kacie. She was dead, she had seen the reporters and the car and the lights and the corpse.

But then something grabbed her arm. Stephanie flinched up to the person who had suddenly grasped her. Her eyes went big, her arms felt like lead, and her heart was throbbing so hard she could hear it.

"K-Kacie...?"she gasped, pushing herself off of the bleachers and facing the other girl. This was notreal, it was impossiblefor Kacie to still be alive. The mere thought of it was ridiculous.

"Wh-what the fuck kind of sick joke is this?" she demanded, her voice catching in her throat. Stephanie backed away, pointing an accusing finger at the identity thief. "Do you think this is funny? Do you think it's hilarious to dress up as a dead person and walk up to her best friend?" Stephanie rolled up the sleeve of her sweatshirt, crinkling her fingers into a fist. "Will you still be laughing when I kick you to the ground and beat you up so bad you'll be in the hospital for the rest of your life?" She brought her hands to her chest, cracking her knuckles loudly. "Yeah, what a grand joke this will be!"

Stephanie charged at the girl, bringing her fist into the air and preparing to make contact.

[Liono]

Ryan Bennett

Eyes open.

Lungs breathing.

Fingers moving.

Wide awake.

Ryan stood up quickly, looking around wildly. He was surrounded by... Police tape? A man was there, writing things down into a notebook. Ryan slowly walked over there by him, reaching out.

"Hey, excuse me sir, I- What?!" Ryan's hand went straight through this man, fading in and out as he went through him. Also, this person couldn't hear or see him, unless this guy was an amazing actor. What's... going on...? He tried touching the tape. He tried feeling the knife on the ground, splattered with blood. He tried everything, he yelled, screamed, stared at any person that walked by. Nothing.

It was then that he actually listened to the words the man was saying, his manner of speaking in a detective noir style that sounded like it belonged in a black-and-white murder mystery game instead of real life.

"Poor boy, Ryan Bennett I think, stabbed in the neck by some guy who just ran up and took his money. A good thinker type too, given the lack of evidence."

"What...?" Suddenly, the memories came back to him. A single woman, short and skinny, blonde with sharp grey eyes. Grey like her blade, reflecting the light from a nearby streetlamp. She was too quick for him to move, one glance and he was down. The last thing he saw was her going through his wallet.

Ryan was dead. He was a ghost, a soul. Well this isn't what I imagined the afterlife would be. What did he do? He guessed he could probably do whatever he wanted, even if he couldn't really touch anything at all. Oh, Ryan could go see Benet again. Benet should be in class.

One thirty-minute walk later, he was outside the library door, Ryan will wait for Benet here. Even if he couldn't interact with Benet at all, at least he could see him one more time. He walked towards the computers to waste time.

Hmm...? Something touched his arm. But nothing could touch him. He was expecting to get used to not using his nervous system ever again. It let go. Don't... Ryan turned around. It was Benet.

"W-what... how... I m-must be crazy," his best friend said in front of him.

"Well, uh... You're not crazy," Ryan said back. "I'm pretty sure I'm dead now." He reached up to feel his neck wound.

[MiMiyoko]

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Benet was having a difficult time believing his eyes. Ryan was dead, yet his friend stood right in front of him, looking perfectly healthy save for a knife wound at the base of his neck. Then Ryan began to speak. As if seeing things wasn't enough, now he was hearing things too. No, this isn't possible. I've lost it. Ryan. Is. Dead.

Hands now trembling badly, he took a step away from Ryan. He felt scared and confused, but also slightly relieved. Despite how strange the situation was, he was so happy to see Ryan's face. Talking to Ryan again so soon after he had gotten used to the fact that he would never be able to do so again left him reeling. He didn't know how to react. Suddenly he found himself fighting back tears. He had always been sensitive, but this was a bit too much for him to handle.

Realizing people were beginning to stare, Benet gave Ryan one last glance. "Sorry, but I can't... T-this is impossible... I can't b-b-believe this." He stuttered, tripping badly over the last sentence. Now officially freaking out, he spun on his heel and hurried out of the library- away from all the prying eyes. Don't hyperventilate, don't hyperventilate. He repeated in his head as he exited the library. Trying to calm down, he set his bag on the ground and leaned against the wall.

There was no way Ryan was actually alive. He had seen the body, the casket, the burial. Surely sleep deprivation and an over-active imagination were responsible for what he had seen back there. He waited several minutes, taking slow, controlled breaths. Once he had calmed down a bit, he picked his bag back up and peeked into the library. Ryan was still there. Could nobody else see him?

Then a thought occurred to Benet. What if the Ryan that he was seeing was a ghost? He had never really believed in the supernatural, he had always been a bit of a skeptic. But how else could he explain what he was seeing? He decided he needed to see if anybody else could see Ryan, just to make sure he hadn't gone completely mad.

Heading back into the library, Benet approached Ryan once again, feeling a bit more level-headed this time. Reaching out, he touched his friends arm just to make sure he really was there. "Ryan... I'm having a hard time believing that you're actually here. I want to find either Stephanie or Mary. I need to make sure I'm not the only one that can see you." He spoke softly before motioning to follow him.

Walking down to hall in search of his two other friends, Benet couldn't help but keep glancing back at Ryan. It was still really strange, his friend being a ghost. What if Stephanie and Mary couldn't see him? He would definitely believe he was seeing things then. He hoped that wasn't the case though.

Benet was about to walk past the gym when he noticed the wide doors hung ajar. Peeking inside, he caught sight of Stephanie. She was acting strangely, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. Suddenly, looking very angry, the girl lunged at thin air. What was she trying to hit? Worried, Benet hurried over to her. "Stephanie, what are you doing? Are you okay?"

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Kacie let out a huge sigh of relief when Stephanie noticed her. Finally, someone could see her! Only downside to that was now she had to deal with an extremely pissed off Stephanie. Apparently her friend thought her appearance was some sort of elaborate prank. Even though she was happy to see her friend again, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. As if anybody could pull off my look.

As Stephanie stumbled away from her, clearly alarmed, Kacie waited for her friend to finish ranting so she could explain herself. She was used to her friend's little outbursts, she had never been very good at controlling her temper. But she had never seen her this angry before. Of course, because I died. If our roles were switched, I would be hella depressed. She probably feels like shit.

Suddenly, Stephanie swung at her, breaking her out of her thoughts. She flinched away, expecting to be hit, but her fist never made contact. It simply passed through her, leaving her body feeling slightly tingly. It seemed as a ghost she couldn't be harmed. Oh, Steph wasn't going to be happy about that. It looked like she would just have to humor her friend until the temper tantrum passed.

Before Stephanie could take another swing, a voice called out from behind to two. Kacie turned and saw Benet entering the gym, looking pale and worried. He had always been the small mother hen of the group, looking after everyone else. "Benet! It's me!" She called out happily, waving to the shorter boy only to realize he couldn't see her just like everyone else. She pouted, feeling disappointed until she saw Ryan also enter the room, a nasty gash spread across his neck.

"Ryan?! You're stuck here too? Wait, can Benet see you? I can see you, but he can't see me. Steph can see me though!" Kacie asked, her eagerness to speak to a fellow ghost causing her words to come out a bit jumbled, though still comprehensible. Whirling back around to face her friend, she gave her a reassuring smile. "Steph, Ryan is here too! I'm not sure if you can see him, but he's right over there." She exclaimed, pointing towards the bleachers nearest to the gym door. She hoped Steph could see him. Jeesh, being dead was a lot more complicated than she had originally thought.

[Alter Ego]

Stephanie van Durst

"Huh...?"

Stephanie's response seemed delayed. For that matter, /everything/ seemed delayed, like the whole world had slowed down when Stephanie's fist went straight through Kacie. Tendrils of a cloud-like material merely curled over Stephanie's hand, never making contact with anything. Her eyes went wide and her ears red.

"Stephanie, what are you doing? Are you okay?"

"Benet?" Stephanie gasped, dumbfounded. Where had he come from?

Stephanie was helpless to stopping herself, for the force of her thrown fist propelled her through Kacie...

...and instead slammed her into Benet, knocking the both of them down to the ground, Stephanie landing on top of Benet.

Stephanie hit her head off of Benet's, and raised her hand to rub where she had made contact, an eye closed as she muttered several curses under her breath. She peeked through her bangs, and saw "Kacie" run over to the doors of the gym, shouting something about Ryan.

"Steph, Ryan is here too! I'm not sure if you can see him, but he's right over there."

Stephanie's jaw dropped. She fumbled for words, but none could be found. Was this really Kacie? If so, how? Kacie was -

"Dead... You're supposed to be dead..." Stephanie breathed, her mind drawing a blank. "There's no way that's Kacie..." She turned and looked at Benet, lying below her. "Can you see her, too?" she whispered, double checking to make sure that the last pack she had smoked was the same one she always used.

Her vision went red again, anger suddenly brewing inside of her like boiling tar. Its stickiness climbed all the way up her throat and through her teeth, spewing through like hot volcanic ash.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Stephanie demanded, pushing herself off of Benet. "How far are you gonna take this fucking prank? You're obviously using some stupid projector to make Kacie, but how the hell did you get her voice? And now you're bringing up Ryan, too? Who's next, Josue?" Her voice increasingly grew louder and louder, the intensity rising. She stormed around the gym, looking up at the ceiling for where this projector was. That was the only logical reason for Kacie being here, it was only a trick--a cruel one, at that.

"Well? Where are you cowards hiding? Come on out and fucking fight me, bastards!" she shouted, her arms trembling from her anger.



Mary-Anne Louis

A final stroke on the canvas.

"Hmm..."

Was the highlight correctly depicted? Or was it too dark? Maybe it just wasn't the right color at all?

"Mmm...no, I think it's good."

Mary leaned back and smiled at her finished piece--an almost life-like portrait of Josue. For the past month, she had been painstakingly working on it, making sure that every single little drop of paint was the perfect color and in the perfect location to make the perfect painting. Mary felt like it was the only way she could truly memorialize her best friend.

Looking at it, she almost wished she could keep it for herself. But no, that wasn't possible--it was supposed to be a gift for Josue's parents. They hadn't asked for it, but Mary recalled that at the funeral they wished they had just had one more picture of him.

'Well, it might not be a picture, but it's pretty close to the real thing,' she thought with a pleasant smile.

Her eyes began to sting as the happiest of memories with Josue started to rise from the depths of her mind. She looked up and blinked hard several times. It had been several months since Josue had passed, yet it felt like it was only the other day that she had last seen him, smiling and happy. She lowered her head and wiped at her eyes before returning her attention to the painting.

Lately, Josue had been somehow incorporated into all of her paintings; whether it be using the color of his eyes to paint the background or painting his face into the clouds that dotted the bright skies of her art. Mary had never been good with letting things go, like the child she was. Even if no one else noticed Josue in her paintings, she would--it was how she coped. None of her friends seemed to mind, though, and that was all she cared about.

She let out a heavy sigh, hugging herself. It was only third period. There were still several classes left in the day. It was study hall for her, now, and also Benet's and Stephanie's. It used to be Josue's, Ryan's, and Kacie's, too.

"So many of our friends have died..." she said to no one. Each death had been more devastating than the last. With so much grief in the air, their once-happy group was reduced to small talk and bittersweet smiles shared in the hallways. Her eyes began to burn again. "I just wish none of this had happened..."

Something glimmered out of the corner of Mary's eye. She looked up, locking eyes with the painting of Josue before her. Mary narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, scanning the canvas. She shook her head after a moment.

"Must be my imagination..."

Then, the glimmer shone again, much brighter than before. It came directly from Josue's painting. The face of the painting suddenly began to pop out, as though it were becoming three-dimensional.

Mary let out a loud gasped and staggered away from her stool, knocking several paints to the ground and making a mess. She placed her hand at her heart, reminding herself to take deep breaths.

'Breathe in...breathe out...breathe in, breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out--'

"I-is someone there?" she squeaked, her voice tiny and frail. Her chest pounded so hard she could hear it.

[Liono]

Ryan Bennett

"Hey, it's fine," Ryan said when Benet took a step back.. To be perfectly honest, Ryan was relieved and happy to see Benet, but he didn't know how long it was since he died. He just needed to stay calm and help Benet calm down too. "It'll be fine." That's when he realized people were staring at Ben.

"Sorry, but I can't... T-this is impossible... I can't b-b-believe this." Ben said, running towards the library entrance and leaving Ryan behind. "Hey!" What should he do? Should he go after him? I should just leave him alone, he needs time to process this... I wonder how the others are doing? Wouldn't his other friends that died come back as well? Or was Ryan a special case? He reached up to feel his neck as he stood there, pondering.

Ryan then saw Ben peeking his head through the library door's window, then eventually come back inside again. "Ryan... I'm having a hard time believing that you're actually here. I want to find either Stephanie or Mary. I need to make sure I'm not the only one that can see you." "Okay, I understand. Lead the way, Ben." Ryan started following behind him, but he kept noticing that Benet was continuously looking behind him, staring at Ryan. It was as if he was just checking if this was all a prank. I would have acted this way too, huh...

They were about to go past the gym when Benet started to look through the wide-open doors, where Stephanie was. She seemed... pissed off. And next to her stood the form of Kacie, Stephanie's best friend. Suddenly, Stephanie took a giant swing at her, but her hand completely went through Kacie's body. Ryan gasped. Another ghost?!



"Ryan?! You're stuck here too? Wait, can Benet see you? I can see you, but he can't see me. Steph can see me though!" Kacie asked enthusiastically upon seeing him.

"Woah, woah, woah... One thing at a time," Ryan replied, slightly confused at Kacie's onslaught of words.

Thud.

Looking over towards the source of the noise, he saw Stephanie on top of Ben, clutching her head.

"Steph, Ryan is here too! I'm not sure if you can see him, but he's right over there."

Hey, Stephanie, get off Benet," Ryan said, not realizing until after he said it that it was a useless endeavor. She couldn't hear him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Stephanie demanded, pushing herself off of Benet. "How far are you gonna take this fucking prank? You're obviously using some stupid projector to make Kacie, but how the hell did you get her voice? And now you're bringing up Ryan, too? Who's next, Josue?" She started stomping around the gym, most likely looking for this so-called projector.

"Hey, Ben, Kacie, calm her down, please? Ryan asked, "I really can't do anything here."