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posts: 45
nickname: eli
zodiac: cancer
child of: hades
class: rogue
district: 3, technology
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: black stallion
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Mar 9, 2018 5:47:32 GMT -8
Post by atmosphere on Mar 9, 2018 5:47:32 GMT -8
there are no such things as ghosts, there areno such things as ghosts, there are no such things as ghosts.local ghost hunter and medium must get proof of a ghost or spirit before [he] or his work for the government will be useless. he goes into a clearly haunted house, camera ready. and the house is haunted alright, but is the ghost in it the best victim? [this is a 1x1 rp with atmosphere and distressedpiglet, please don't post unless you're atmosphere or piglet. feel free to read along though!]
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space kiddo
posts: 45
nickname: eli
zodiac: cancer
child of: hades
class: rogue
district: 3, technology
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: black stallion
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Mar 9, 2018 5:50:16 GMT -8
Post by atmosphere on Mar 9, 2018 5:50:16 GMT -8
name. aris wolfie dorchester age. looks 18, actually 50+ gender. cis male sexu. homo. face claim asa butterfield voice. «––< theme song.xx history aris lived in an old victorian house at the end of the street with his father and his two younger sisters. his mother died from health problems she faced in her earlier years and passed after giving birth to the last sister. his family held together for a while, but when his youngest sister got lost in the woods behind their house one day, she never returned. aris couldn't take it, two members of his family gone. that's when he developed depression and paranoia. he started seeing things from the lack of sleep he got he was always on edge and he was scared of his own shadow. most nights he would cry himself to sleep and wake up in a cold pool of sweat. he didn't eat much and he was always jumpy. one night, he was staying over night at a friend's house when his father went on a business trip. the friend's house caught on fire from an open stove and they couldn't escape in time. well at least aris didn't. he was sleeping at the time, actually sleeping for once and was burned to death. when his soul awakened, his father had already passed and his sister had moved out of their old victorian house. aris' soul chose the living dead path and he was resurrected as a ghost, he can take on a solid physical form if he wishes. but he has the power to travel through walls also.
personality aris is a hopeless romantic. despite his mortal sadness, the only thing that brings him pleasure is dreaming about his future boyfriend, of course he's dead so his hopes aren't too high. he loves cuddling and warm blankets and fires. scratch that, no fires. he is usually sad and depressed and mopes around a lot. he's very sarcastic and likes to joke around even if his jokes aren't funny. he's also scared of everything, but he's getting better. he likes to sit by the river running through is backyard for hours on end. since aris is dead, he can't eat or drink or anything and since he doesn't have functioning organs, he can't sleep either. which is fine by him, he never really did any of those in his living days anyways.
trivia -he doesn't have a right arm, it never returned to his ghost body -aris probably would have killed himself if the fire didn't -he likes to smile -he knows how to play the bass guitar, although he's too weak to lift one now -he still cries a lot
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posts: 38
nickname: piglet
zodiac: aquarius
affinity: wind
child of: apollo
clan: windclan
class: rogue
district: 8, textiles
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: crow
trainer type: fairy
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Mar 10, 2018 14:45:17 GMT -8
Post by distressedpiglet on Mar 10, 2018 14:45:17 GMT -8
face claim: charles melton voice claim: bob morley (aka the shirtless guy in the video XD) "you're toxic, i'm slipping under. taste of your poisonous paradise"
name kyler Lee Wiseman age twenty-one (21) gender cis male sexuality homosexual
personality kyler definitely has a 'bad boy' vibe to him. on the outside he doesn't seem to care about rules, and could care less what you think of him. he does what he wants, when he wants, and if anyone disagrees they will just have to get over it. he can also be a huge flirt, though he never takes it any farther than that. despite his confidence, he is a very caring guy on the inside and is secretly hoping for something real. something more than these flings. he can also cut people off once he gets too attached, making him seem uninterested or harsh. he also loves his job, and will do anything to protect his position.
history kyler got his position at young age, and instantly fell in love. he studied all things supernatural. theories about unexplained events, reading over creepypastas and trying to find out ways that could explain it all. what peaked his interest the most was supernatural and spirits. he found a file about mediums and it instantly peaked his interest. he had never went to a haunted house, but he had always been superstitious. once, he tried to get some get some of his co-workers and friends to go on a ghost hunt. the group never saw anything, which was the story every ghost hunter had. though this never stopped him from trying to prove the world wrong. he tried multiple times to try to capture ghosts and find out why they roamed the earth. he convinced his boss to let him go to a local haunted house to prove ghosts were real. hopefully after that other would know the truth about what they were, and how to deal with them.
extras -has never seen a ghost, but can feel their precesence. most aren't strong enough to be seen or take a physical form -tends to flirt a lot -avoids confrontation -can get very excited about small things
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professional mineral craver
low-key video game addict
posts: 38
nickname: piglet
zodiac: aquarius
affinity: wind
child of: apollo
clan: windclan
class: rogue
district: 8, textiles
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: crow
trainer type: fairy
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Mar 12, 2018 10:40:03 GMT -8
Post by distressedpiglet on Mar 12, 2018 10:40:03 GMT -8
Kyler Lee Wiseman
21//male//homo | nervous//excited |
Kyler slipped out of his car, taking a long, deep breath. A smile was resting on his lips, but his eyes were filled with worry. He was risking his job coming to this house. What if he never found anything here? He had promised to return with some evidence. He had to prove to the world he wasn't making things up. Ghosts were real. He just had to catch one on camera. How hard could that actually be? Take in to consideration there are several television shows about ghost hunters, and not a single one has captured a ghost. Kyler sighed and popped his trunk open. He turned his head to look at the house he was parked in front of. It had the word 'haunted' written all over it. The house had unkempt hedges growing wild, ivy had managed to crawl it's way up one side, and weeds covered the driveway and sidewalk. The front porch had fallen leaves on it that hadn't been brushed off from the fall before. A few of the windows were broken, mostly likely due to pesky teens. The house hadn't been occupied for around 50 years. No one wanted out buy it purely out of superstition.
A few of the older people around the city had spoken of the house being haunted. According to their stories, a boy slightly younger than Kyler was killed in a fire. He had been visiting a friend, when a fire broke out. The eighteen year old had slept through the fire. There are some speculations that he had started the fire to cover up his suicide. Word traveled to his family, which had been broken from an early age. The mother died giving birth to the youngest, and the girl disappeared a few years later and was never found. The oldest boy later became depressed, leading up to the fire at the friend's house. Once the youngest sister was able to, she moved out of the house. No one had bought it since. They say the boy still roams the house. Kyler is determined to find this teen and figure out the real story.
Kyler had collected all of his belongings and made his way towards the house. He wished he had the key so he could just walk in. He would have to crawl through a window then retrieve his equipment. Sliding his backpack off and setting his tripod down, Kyler slid through one of the broken windows. He managed to not cut himself and landed with a crunch on the broken glass. He instantly felt the cold aura of spirits. The musky scent of an empty home filled his nose. He quickly unlocked the door from the inside and grabbed his possessions. He locked the door behind him and mentally prepared himself for the next few days. Even staying one night in this place would scare enough people, but Kyler was a daredevil and was excited to jump into this adventure.
(it's a 'bleh' post, but it's an starter post so it will have to do)
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posts: 45
nickname: eli
zodiac: cancer
child of: hades
class: rogue
district: 3, technology
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: black stallion
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Mar 13, 2018 8:36:35 GMT -8
Post by atmosphere on Mar 13, 2018 8:36:35 GMT -8
Aris Dorchester|oh yeah, that dead boy
The cold water gently passed through Aris as he sat on a damp log outlooking a lazy river in the forest in his backyard. It was quite an ugly forest, everything was brown and wet and it held a very grey mood. The river pushed black water downstream and was about two metres across, two feet deep. The bottom was covered in sharp pebbles that stuck to your feet if you stepped on them. The soft dirt around the river was class that got under your nails and reeked of crap. The leaves on the barley alive trees were soggy and hanging by a thread. The bark was peeling, like the tree was asking for death. It really was an ugly forest. Aris swung his legs back and forth on his log, he was too tired to make himself a solid figure, so the water passed right through his legs. It was very cold. His head was leaning on a nearby tree who's branches were having over the river. He was particularly tired this slow morning, well he was always tired, he hasn't slept in over fifty years. A red leaf fell off a tree and sunk through his legs and into the water. He scrunched his nose and stood up. He heard a trunk door close and whipped his head towards the house. For dead boy, Aris didn't have bad hearing at all. "Not the police, please not the police." He said, for years he worried about the police inspecting his house, then tearing it down. He guessed that today was the day. Aris slowly walked to the house and went in though the back door. Aris wasn't expecting visitors, he really wasn't. Broken plates were thrown on the floor and ripped curtains were scattered on the counter, that was just the kitchen. He hoped the police didn't go up the stairs, the staircase was missing a few steps. He chewed his lip, he was nervous and didn't know what to do. He could try to scare them off, but he could probably end up crying instead. He paced the kitchen floor and decided to make himself as "normal" as possible. He concentrated and a wind passed through him, followed by the feeling of blood rushing into his veins. He was a solid being now, dead, but solid. The spot where his right arm was ached, like he's lifted too many weights the night before. The sleeve of his sweater dangled uselessly at his side. Aris didn't want to see the police, he hoped it was his sister Esme. The chance it was was very slim, but a ghost can dream can't he. He pictured her walking through the door and calling his name, despite no one telling her her brother had chosen the afterlife. He would see her smiling face, possibly with her husband or wife and children. A small smile creeped on Aris' face, he would love to see her again. He listened quietly for the sound of police men or family. He heard the door open, he'd locked it. It must've been Esme, she had a key. Aris, a smile on his face, brushed hair out of his eyes and rounded the corner and into the main room. "Esme! You're home…" He said, not realizing at first the person wasn't Esme and then trailing off. He could feel tears welling in his eyes, he sucked in dusty air and willed himself not to start crying. "You're not Esme," He said glumly, tears coming anyways. He tried to stop them, but they fell on the dry and cracked wood flooring "Sorry, I thought you were my sister Esme." He wiped his nose on his sleeve. His voiced cracked and he pressed his eyes into his left sleeve. He looked at the stranger in his house, he looked a bit older than him. He was near a tripod, so either the stranger was just a photographer or a ghost hunter. Aris hoped it was the former.
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posts: 38
nickname: piglet
zodiac: aquarius
affinity: wind
child of: apollo
clan: windclan
class: rogue
district: 8, textiles
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: crow
trainer type: fairy
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Mar 15, 2018 18:26:39 GMT -8
Post by distressedpiglet on Mar 15, 2018 18:26:39 GMT -8
Kyler Lee Wiseman
21//male//homo | nervous//excited |
Kyler took in a deep breath, which led to a small coughing fit from dust particles flying around in the musty room. He glanced around the inside of the house, which looked just as bad as the outside, if not worse. It seemed as if whoever lived here before they left had thrown a tantrum before storming out of the house. There was a broken vase that looked like it had been shattered against a wall. Down the hall, he cold see paintings that had fallen off their nails and onto the ground. Kyler couldn't help but feel sorry for any ghosts that lived here. Being stuck looking at all of this filth constantly could drive someone mad. Unless of course you were the one who created the mess. He made a mental note to make sure to clean up some. Kyler decided to start getting to business setting up his equipment.
As he bent down to grab his tripod, he heard a voice. Snapping his head up he saw another male, possibly just a few years younger than himself. He jumped, a mix of excitement and shock that there was actually another person here. Where had they come from? He didn't hear anyone come into the house. Before he could question anything any further, the boy started crying. Kyler dropped the tripod and stuck his hands up in a mix of confusion and instinct. Why was he suddenly crying? Kyler tried to remember what he had said. "Esme, you're home." What was he talking about? No one lived- It suddenly hit him. He had two options to chose from. One, the boy was homeless and lived in the house because no one would suspect anything. Two, he was a ghost. If he lived here because he was homeless, why would the house be in ruins? Kyler popped out of his thoughts when the boy spoke again, his voice cracking from crying. He felt bad for the boy. He gave a small smile. "I'm probably not who you were looking for, but my name is Kyler. Sorry to just pop in unannounced. I just assumed no one lived here. Word around town is that this place is haunted. Keeps people away from here usually." Kyler decided to play it causal. He wasn't one hundred percent sure the person in from of was was alive or not. The only thing that was confusing him so much was how solid the figure was. A ghost is usually never solid, unless they had enough power to hold a solid form.
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posts: 45
nickname: eli
zodiac: cancer
child of: hades
class: rogue
district: 3, technology
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: black stallion
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Mar 17, 2018 15:00:23 GMT -8
Post by atmosphere on Mar 17, 2018 15:00:23 GMT -8
Aris Dorchester|he doesn't stop crying does he?
Aris almost laughed at the last statement, "keeps people away…" He nodded. His house really was a disaster, everything was everywhere and there was a rat in the corner that's been dead for who knows how long. He looked at the boy, he was real nice alright. It almost made Aris blush. He needed to come up with something quick, Aris wasn't a good quick thinker so whatever he said probably would come off as a complete and obvious lie. He thought for a quick second that a photographer wouldn't care about a strange kid or that the place was haunted, usually. So he assumed the boy in front of him was a ghost hunter. The reason why he was in his house? Aris didn't figure that out yet. "I know what you are." He said as confidently as he could, "You're one of those ghosts hunters. Well guess what, you're not gonna take me in. No sir, I'm not a test-" He realized what he was saying after he'd said it. He felt himself go red and his stomach dropped, he'd blown his own cover about being undead. His hand started to get sweaty and his mind raced to try and find a way out. He almost said 'test-subject'. "Ghost. I'm not a g-ghost." He was miserable, the tears came again. He sat down on the floor in defeat, he knew that he would be whisked away or be poked at or questioned or worse. This was possibly worse than the police. He willed himself not to cry but that made him sob harder. "I grew up here. Yeah all my family's probably dead, well so am I, but still." He began, "That rat over there, I think I named him Sam." He pointed to the rat, "He died a while back but I still have memories about him. If you still wanna take me fine, I never liked living anyways. If you wanna take pictures of me to show to your friends fine, but I never looked good in photos. Go ahead Kyler, if that even is your real name, go ahead. I don't care anymore. I'm just the sad ghost boy who cries too much." He'd never spoken so many sentences stringed together in his life. He probably could have said more, but he was drowning in his own tears. He brushed hair out of his eyes but it fell back anyways. He guessed his was done crying for the day because they stopped coming, but his shoulders still shook. He grabbed a handful of sweater and bunched his hand into a fist. His right 'arm' started to sting, like it does whenever he's in his solid form. It was like he could feel it being burned off. One minuet it would be fine, then searing hot the next. He gasped in pain and stared at the floor, it would pass in a minuet or so. He relaxed his body and a wind blew through him, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off him. He'd lost solid form. At leas the pain was gone. Aris, still sat on the floor, was now slightly transparent with puffy eyes and pale skinned. He looked at Kyler with deep eyes, willing him to not whisk him away or start snapping pictures.
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low-key video game addict
posts: 38
nickname: piglet
zodiac: aquarius
affinity: wind
child of: apollo
clan: windclan
class: rogue
district: 8, textiles
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: crow
trainer type: fairy
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Mar 18, 2018 20:52:53 GMT -8
Post by distressedpiglet on Mar 18, 2018 20:52:53 GMT -8
Kyler Lee Wiseman
21//male//homo | sad//uncertain |
Kyler's breath caught in his throat when the other boy started to get defensive. He figured he had just made a new enemy. What he actually said peaked the ghost hunter's interest before he cut himself off. 'you're not gonna take me in.' Did that mean that he was a ghost? It did! He tried his best to deny it, but it was obvious in his small stutter. Kyler's heart jumped before he suddenly felt deflated. The boy in front of him suddenly began to cry for the second time in the few moments he had met him. Kyler didn't want to say he had a bleeding heart, but when he saw someone in distress it definitely put a damper in his own mood. Especially someone as small and fragile looking as this ghost. He couldn't imagine being all alone like this. No one to talk to or make friends with. It would make you very sad, pretty quickly. He looked around the parts of the house he could see, then slowly back to the boy now on the ground.
"Hey, don't-" He stopped when the boy started to speak again. He began to explain some things. When he mentioned a dead rat, Kyler immediately turned to where the boy was pointing with a grimace. He had named it Sam? Who on earth would befriend such a vile creature. On top of that, why wouldn't you dispose of the carcass afterwards. Kyler shivered. It must mean this ghost was lonely enough to find comfort in a dead rat. Kyler made a second mental note to make sure he checked where he was walking from now on. The ghost brought Kyler's attention back. He mentioned bringing him to the government and turning him in, or taking pictures. Kyler wasn't sure why he felt so hurt by his words. They were true after all. It was his job to return evidence to his boss. Otherwise he would lose his job. He didn't have much time either. He had hoped it would be an easy trip in and out, since he had all this equipment. However, this ghost seemed to put all of this on hold. Kyler wasn't sure why he was hesitant on getting his camera out right this second. Perhaps he simply wanted to help this guy out. He couldn't find a logical reason why he shouldn't take this opportunity.
By now, the ghost was more transparent. It seemed as if he couldn't stay in a solid form for extended periods of time. 'go ahead kyler, if that even is your real name. I don't care anymore. I'm just the sad ghost boy who cries too much.' Kyler felt that strange twinge of guilt from earlier. Why was he so worried about this guy? It wasn't as if it really mattered. It wasn't his mess to deal with if all he had to do were get a few shots from different angles. Yet something inside of him wanted to protect this little crying ball of emotions. "Kyler is my real name. I don't remember hearing what yours was. And don't worry, I won't turn you in. I mean, that is why I came here... but I don't really think they would want someone who is sad all the time. It would just make everyone else mope around too. Especially since a small cinnamon bun like you is behind all those waterworks." Kyler tried his best to cheer up the crumpled figure. He crouched down so he was at eye level, staring back into a pair of pleading eyes. He gave a small smile and felt a small heat climb up his face. He had just tried to touch the ghost's shoulder, but his hand skimmed through his figure. Kyler stood back up and cleared his throat trying to hide his blush.
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space kiddo
posts: 45
nickname: eli
zodiac: cancer
child of: hades
class: rogue
district: 3, technology
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: black stallion
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Mar 24, 2018 13:12:56 GMT -8
Post by atmosphere on Mar 24, 2018 13:12:56 GMT -8
Aris Dorchester| blue eyes, black jeans
He shuddered when the hand passed through him. It's like when you stick something in jell-o, only he was the jell-o. He stepped back, quite surprised. He was also quite flattered, being called a cinnamon bun. "I'm Aris Dorchester." He said. He liked his name, thought it was the best part about him. He wanted to tell Kyler more about himself, but he didn't trust him just yet. He also didn't know how to trust him, he had about two friends in his waking days that would throw pepperoni at him. Guess they weren't much friends. "And this is my home. It's not much but it is what it is. My room is upstairs, but I like to go sit by the river in the forest." He didn't really know what he was doing, he was on auto-pilot. He could show Kyler the upstairs, although it could collapse at any moment if extra weight was put on it. He could take him out to the forest, but that was supposed to be his special spot. He wondered if Kyler had brought food with him, noting edible had been in Aris' fridge in over forty years. He decided not to ask.
"I'm glad you're not the police," he went with, "Do you still want to take my picture, you can if you'd like." He meekly smiled, the first smile in a long while. Except for when he thought Kyler was Esme but that didn't count. He'd never had his picture taken before, he missed many picture days at school. Aris never liked the look of himself and therefore hated his picture taken. He didn't know what poses to do, if he had to any poses. He could fake a smile, but those looked real ugly sometimes. He thought about striking a post like he'd see in magazines for men's cologne. But he decided not to, those men were all ripped and looked good. Aris was the spitting image of the definition of wimp. "Or I can show you around." He offered, he wondered if Kyler was any good at taking pictures. "Whatever you like. I've never had visitors before." It wasn't a lie. Yes the Dorchester family has had guests over, but Aris himself never had visitors. Kyler's visit came as a surprise to him.
Aris through he was being a bad host, so he thought about brining ancient crackers from the cabinets and putting them on the biggest shard of plate he could find. And possibly using river water to wash it down. But that didn't seem appetizing so Aris didn't bring it up.
It started to rain, not very hard. The sound of the rain hitting the roof sounded like, well rain. Aris dreaded the rain because it got through the cracks in the ceiling if you were on the top floor. But it was dry on the bottom and basement, just colder. The rain got harder and he hoped it wouldn't start storming, he disliked storms. He looked back at Kyler, and got a real good look at him. He looked tough and he was bigger than Aris. He was good looking too, the most attractive boy since, well since Aris was alive. Aris shifted his weight and smiles again. Boy was he smily today.
[sorry for the late post, I've had bad writer's block lately]
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posts: 38
nickname: piglet
zodiac: aquarius
affinity: wind
child of: apollo
clan: windclan
class: rogue
district: 8, textiles
faction: abnegation
house: ravenclaw
patronus: crow
trainer type: fairy
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Mar 29, 2018 10:21:38 GMT -8
Post by distressedpiglet on Mar 29, 2018 10:21:38 GMT -8
Kyler Lee Wiseman21//male//homo | sad//uncertain |
Kyler smiled when the boy said his name. It fit him nicely. It was a sweet name. Aris began to talk about the house, telling him where his room was and where he spent his days mostly. Kyler followed along, glancing about the house as he did so. He mentally walked up the old and probably dangerous stairs to a simple bedroom, and out the kitchen and to the back door where a stream would be. If the house had been taken care of, it would probably have been very beautiful living here. Kyler itched to explore, but he knew the upstairs was most likely on the brink of caving in due to water damage. He was suddenly aware of the gently tapping of water. It must have started raining shortly after he got inside. He glanced out of a dusty window, finding it hard to tell if it was raining or not.
Turning his attention back to Aris, the boy started talking about why he was here. 'I'm glad you're not the police.' Kyler wasn't sure what good the police would do to a ghost, but he assumed he thought that Aris believed the police would take him away. He wasn't entirely wrong. It was actually the people the police worked for. Government agents preferred to keep the public away from those types of affairs. Still, Aris had plenty reason to be glad he wasn't taking him away... yet. Guilt gnawed at Kyler's stomach. The whole reason he was here was so that he could prove that ghosts existed. If he sent back evidence, they would take him away for sure. Though they would be royally disappointed. All they would have was a sad little ghost, not an angry one like from the movies.
Aris mentioned taking pictures and Kyler pulled his head out of his thoughts. "Oh, um... Only if you want me to. It would take a little while to set my stuff up though. Perhaps we could look around a bit. I could take some pictures of the house for now. Warm up my camera." He glanced around, hesitant to take pictures of the inside of the house. "Or we could just walk around some. It's a tad too dark from good lighting anyways." He sounded rather casual, and shrugged his shoulders. He was still debating what he was going to do with Aris. He seemed too innocent to turn in to the government. Who could even turn in someone who had no reason to be experimented on? It was going to be a rough decision.
(I'm also sorry for the late post. I have been pretty busy)
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