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[Dorothy Roads]

he is the lamb

she is the slaughter

Fright. It dangles on a string over our heads, dropping in on our thoughts to find the eat up the information it seeks. All it wants to do is make us scream. In every way, Fright has control over most of us. Unless, of course, we embrace it. We love it. That kind of thing makes it sick. To take its hand and make it out to be a great person. Fright is in denial. Fright is anything but a great person. It is ugly and cold, and wants to be alone.

Just piss it off, and it backs away. That's what our snow haired devil was up to on such an evening. Most know that the Uptown Suburbs are basically deserted give or take the glances through windows. All of the houses looked the same to her. The girl walking the streets noticed that when she started her travel here. It didn't matter to her whether there were people or not. Less was always better. Eating less saves more food. Sleeping less saves more time. Needing less saves other people.

She had been treading the entire town, trying to find a fun place to mess around, but it seems to be lacking. She wasn't on a mission, really. She just wanted to explore. Preferably one with something scary. Her hair flying behind her in each step, she was ready for anything to pop out and just... You know. Just make her assume there was such things as ghosts. Drive her crazy. Give her a reason not to sleep at night. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Upon arrival, she was incredibly surprised the spooks didn't even poke her stomach with a butterfly. Instead, all she got was a mere feel of security. Ba-Hum-Bug. Who likes security? Dorothy was the opposite of most girls. She refused to feel safe and secure in a warm setting. The night had fallen, and the houses stared like faces down on her. That's how she liked it. They casted shadows down the faded streets which she walked.

Each light flickered. It was pointless to have them on considering the population might be incredibly low. Her eyes focused on what seemed to be an exceedingly long coldesack. The house sitting in the middle was rather large. It was incredibly old compared to the others. One could see that by the broken windows and peeling paint. Some might have been frightened by the dark or even the largeness of the house. Not Dorothy Roads.

Without even checking to see if someone might be looking, she went straight for the front door. The grass on the lawn was pretty much dead. Dorothy ignored that factor and continued to try and get inside. The knob had to have been untouched for decades. Dorothy stepped back, with a sigh of failure. She hated kicking doors in. It was embarrassing to have someone watch. However, she kicked it with full force. It didn't budge the first two times. On the third, it swung open. She wished to use a weapon but the zing would bug her ears in this silence.

Dust particles floated through the air. The only light let in was with her, along with her shadow stretched tall in the rectangle of the door frame. Darkness sunk in from each side. That wasn't scary. That wasn't even remotely scary. Dorothy smiled with interest. Now this gave her butterflies. Walking around for hours trying to find a house was simply obnoxious. She pulled from her bag a flashlight. It flickered on. That was stupid. The batteries were running low. The girl hardly ever used flashlights! Typical horror movie scenario.

She laughed at the idea of it. One, being she was a terrible actress. Two, being that nothing frightened her in the dark. Dorothy cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, "Anybody home?!" Obviously she didn't expect an answer. She headed further into the worn down home, whistling, waiting for someone to see. It was left without any piece of furniture removed, strange enough. She was surprised it was standing up so perfectly.

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[Galvin Williams]

I've grown accustomed
to the grays and blacks

Yes, you could say Galvin was on the run. He had recently caused another fight in his favorite bar, causing a bad sort of events. It ended with him being kicked out, another fight, this time with the owner, and then him running away from the police. He probably could have gone back to his little apartment -the rent was over due anyways-, or even sleep in his little Ice Cream Van. Lets see, did we want to get bitched at by his landlord, or did he want to freeze his ass off? Galvin decided for the sensible thing to do, look for a deserted house to spend the night in.

And by god he found one. It was a quaint little place, dust, mice, and bugs everywhere. He jumped in through the window, and walked around for a bit. He wanted to make sure no one was staying in it today. He might have had to cause a riot if that was the case. Everything lucked out today, not a single bum was living in this house. Galvin grinned happily as he settled in a dark corner as the sun slowly started to set. The Telum member soon fell into a light sleep, snoring heavily, and dreaming of sugar plums.

That was when he heard someone yell. He grumbled to himself as he slowly opened his eyes. It was dark now, he could tell, because his eyes slowly adjusted to the light. A flood of light from the door he guessed, and a shape, much like a female has highlight by it. He slowly say up, and growled to himself. "This had better be important." he shouted back, scratching at the back of his head, and glaring at the girl. "Really, disturbing someone was the sleep is very rude. I was having such a nice dream." he said harshly. "State your business then get."

because they're always coming back

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[Dorothy Roads]

he is the lamb

she is the slaughter

Dorothy's face squinted heavily for any sign of life. She didn't have the best night eyes in town, so she was yet again bested by the darkness. It didn't do much help that she barely blended in to such darkness. She could see nothing. Figuring no one was home, she gave up on even the thought. It was possible ghosts had dwelled through the house. After getting no quick reply, she decided it was best to start a journey. She took two steps on the creaky floor before she heard something move within the darkness.

Stumbling back on her heels, Dorothy gasped a little, and turned to the direction of the noise. Her hand grabbed the side of her hip where her pistol may be hugging her thigh. A young man was rising from a slumber. She could tell by the way he was so cranky with her. She tilted her head, letting her hair fall down her shoulder and shined her dim flashlight on his face for a better glance. With her eyes and the light, she gave him a quick look from up to down and back to his face again. He was opposite from her in many ways. He was much darker than she.

Realizing he didn't seem much of a threat, she released her hand from the gun, and relaxed a little. Dorothy wasn't sure how to respond to his remark. "It's not like I knew you were in here! Way to scare the daylight out of me," she said in a harsh tone. It was too hard to be loud in such a disturbing place so she was trying to keep it down. She continued, "And I'm here because I'm just doing some exploration." Dorothy turned to look over her shoulder. There was an extended hallway that her light barely followed down.

Truthfully, Dorothy didn't think she wanted to walk down that way by herself. It might have been a good idea to at least address this stranger. She turned back to the boy who she woke from slumber. She took a few steps closer so that their distance was about five feet or less. "I'm Dorothy by the way. Sorry if I woke you but this place is too much fun to pass up," she said a little more politely. She turned around again and looked over her shoulder. "Speaking of fun, that hall looks pretty creepy. Wanna come?"

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[Galvin Williams]

I've grown accustomed
to the grays and blacks

Galvin was speechless, he didn't expect the girl to talk back in the same manner as him, or be unafraid of the slumbering man. He expect more of a yelp in surprise, her muttering she was sorry, then running away so he could sleep. He moaned defeated to himself and scratched at his chin. He watched her intently as she made little movements, like staring over her should to the empty hall way, or how she walked closer to him. Did he have a giant neon sign that read "Nice Guy." some where he couldn't see? Galvin didn't really know why she had stayed, maybe he still smelled like Ice Cream.

"Look Kid....." Galvin started, standing up and swaying slightly. He picked up his hat from the ground, he had taken it off to sleep, and pulled out various items from inside. Silently stuffing them in his pocket, the man though of some reason to tell her no, that he didn't want to go explore the depth of the hall way. He placed the hat on his head, and stared off into the darkness, his yellow eyes trying to find anything to look at. "I don't think it very wise." he started again, trying to find the words.

"Aw heck, why not." he said, a little excited. He hadn't explored that part of the house when he first came in. It seemed like no one had gone in it just because of how creepy it looked. He had doubted anyone, and he meant anyone, would make a bed down the dark hallway. "Name is Galvin, remember it." he said taking the first steps into the Hallway. "And it didn't seem scary Kid, it seemed intriguing. Empty Hallway filled with Darkness. There are probably all kinds of spiders and bugs. Probably some hidden treasure. Who knows what people leave behind when they get scared. "

because they're always coming back

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[Dorothy Roads]

he is the lamb

she is the slaughter

Dorothy was very satisfied with the fact he was coming along. The best part was that he called her 'kid' right before it. She was no child. She had experienced plenty of things to cross that out of his mind. At least, she thought so. Nobody really knew another person's mind or how it worked. Not unless if they could read it. Even then, it's not like they knew why he or she thought certain things. She looked over her shoulder at him every few seconds. Truly, she was influenced by scary movies. She new for a fact that whenever the person leading wasn't on guard, everyone behind them was kidnapped. Of course he would make more of a racket than the movies. He said his name, so she replied with, "I won't forget it, Galvin."

Movies were terrible at portraying fear anyways. She heard him say 'kid' again. After finishing talking, she added right before breaking out into sentence, "Kid? Last time I checked I was a young woman. Unless you could correct me. But I'm pretty sure I've got my Sex Ed down right." Dorothy was of course, being playful and that was heard. She hated the ideas of spiders crawling on her. They creep her out. Although she had such a rusty conscience that she didn't care if they were dead. In fact, she was an expert at killing off little things. Terrified in the process, but it was fine. Most people were terrified when they were killed. Or after they saved people.

Dorothy knew that. She had seen it so many times. Dorothy knew that if someone gets involved with saving a person from a murderer or rapist, they often feel like they're going to be next. They felt like the world was so small, and there were only so many people who could be getting raped or killed. Eh. She also knew people married who reminded them over their opposite sex parental. And that men's pupils dilated and women licked their lips when they were in the mood. All of it, useless information. Well, right now anyways. Right now, she was concentrated on finding something he spoke of. "Hidden treasure? Oh, that would be lovely. Especially if it was like the Cave of Wonders or something. We could dress like Kings. Er. You understand," she said, imagining herself in crown and jewels. That would never happen.

"I wonder if there are any candles we could light. This flashlight is pretty di--," Dorothy started but stopped abruptly at the sound of some type of glass breaking at her feet. She put her swung her hand behind her to stop him like he was about to walk out in front of a car. Then she murmured, "Glass?" She shined the flashlight at the ground directly beneath her. There were little glass particles of bottles beneath them in that particular area of the floor. "Good thing I wore shoes today..."

Dorothy flashed her light to the wall when pressing her hand against it. "Ouch!" she gasped quietly. It was a good thing she wasn't dramatic. Otherwise she'd be freaking out at the glass that cut her hand. She held it up in front of her face, then shined the light to the wall. Glass from bottles were lodged into the wall, cutting down the pale wallpaper. "Someone was angry. Yeesh. Watch your hands there, uh, Gavin." There was a word carved into it, but she couldn't make it out. Besides that, she was now looking down at her hand, covering it with her sleeve. Blood wasn't pretty on her. "What do you think that says?"

[OOC: Because I have no creativity, you should decide what the wall says. xD]