-post for rairei- [color=#26a912][h3]:^) Connie Sweets :^)[/h3][/color] [i]He knows in his heart that something was not right. He knows but he doesn't do anything about it. Cold hands reach down, caressing his cheeks. Distant whispers of love failed to reach his ears, bouncing lifelessly like how summer rain patters off of umbrellas. Connie blinked a few times, trying to make out the figure in front of him as he gently smiled. When had she become this blurry and lost? "Yes," he said, his deep voice desperately trying to fill whatever role he was supposed to play. He wrapped his hands over hers, bringing them to his lips. "I love you too." In the end, they were all the same. Pitiful wretched souls that sucked the life out of others. All of them longed to go back to the nights where the crickets and frogs would chirp their melody of joy. The nights where they had everything they could ask for. When that reality was cruelly ripped away from them and shattered into illusions, they stumbled into a dark hole to reach for the shards. They clutched the broken pieces in their fists, their pale fingers beginning to drip with crimson. With blind eyes, they grabbed the nearest blank canvas, trailing the color over it as they attempted to repaint a picture that was already forgotten. How funny.[/i] [b]Friday, September 4th[/b] His first year in Edison High in Sandalwood, Oregon. There wasn't much to do compared to Tampa, Florida, but the rural setting would be a good experience. There was no doubt that Connie Sweets was nervous, in fact, he was buzzing with excitement to meet new people. The fairly tall Junior glanced around as he stepped inside the unfamiliar school, finding himself in a mass of teenagers. No one seemed to notice the new kid with dorky glasses, but that was alright with Connie. He wandered around here and there, his ears catching snippets of many conversations. One caught his interest, the S.P.I.R.I.T club. The kids who were talking about it were smirking, making fun of the club. He walked a bit more, searching for any sort of information about the club. Soon enough, he found the clubs' flyer, attached to the wall as if it was daring a person to join. Connie tilted his head in thought. Yeah, it would be super weird to join a ghost-busters club but he was curious as to who this 'Andy Anderson' was. In a few short seconds, Connie Sweets decided to visit the club. After all, there was really nothing he could join other than this. He wasn't particularly athletic and art clubs were terribly mundane. The teen walked away, forgetting to sign out the form at the bottom of the flyer. [b]3:31 PM[/b] Yeah, he was late. Although he didn't want to admit it, Connie was terrible with directions. He must have asked dozens of students and teachers to give him detailed directions to the biology classroom. They only provided him some hand-waving motions that made his head spin. [i]"Head right, keep going straight, then turn left, and then turn left again-"[/i] A few seconds ticked by and Connie was about to give up. The classroom was nowhere to be seen. Then he caught sight of two students, two very familiar students. They were the ones who were joking about the club he was trying to find. He walked up towards them, opening his mouth to greet them before the pair scurried away. Connie paused, dumbfounded. Was he that scary looking? A sigh escaping his lips, he glanced to his left and - Behold. The biology classroom was right there. He eagerly barged into the room, not even knocking first because he was just too darn happy that he even found this place. There were already a good amount of people inside and a girl had just finished introducing herself when Connie arrived. He awkwardly hesitated, hand on the door handle as he gazed at everyone. [color=#26a912]"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"[/color] ------- -poster pour Loki- ----- FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 4TH CLICK FUCK. -------- Oh, hey, that wasn't Angie Anderson, That was that Andy guy. Wasn't Angie the one who died in freshman year, and was bullied a lot? Eh. Click. Oh, fuck that clickbitch. Apparently she was the Sidney Garland wannabe-shitporter fuck, and she was trying to get Victoria Harris to tell her some shit, probably for her imaginary newspaper. Click. Really? Really? It's so obvious now. She's [i]trying[/i] to make Lillith headdesk, since as soon as Andy motherfucking Asshole told the Sidney girl to stop, a Krakatoa of clicks came out of nowhere. Click. JDKDLENSNS SENENSNSSJWFUCKINGWHORECLICKBITCHDKSOWIAJANSJSIWNSJSIWIWKAMAKKAMSKWKWSOMEONEGETTHEFUCKINGCOLLARAGOODCHOKINGISINFUCKINGORDERFORTHISBICHSKAONWNWJSISKSMWNE Click. Fffffffffawwwwwhk. Lillith saw Benedict Cumberbatch wannabe walk into the Biology classroom. Really? Sidney was bad enough, now the narcissist asshole had to come in with his fucking suspenders. Like, really? Lillith may have had a poor sense of fashion, but does anyone like seeing a blonde guy with suspenders and a belt that's on way too tight? Not her. [b]"Calm yourselves, ladies...Brody Cunningham has arrived."[/b] [i]"Dear God, please kill me now,"[/i] AYYYY SOMEONE KNOWS HOW SHE FEELS Lillith mouthed 'Fuck you' in his direction, and sighed. "the clicking was bad enough..." she whispered to herself, and then she saw some girl- hey, was that Violet? That chick was-oh, no tits. Maybe Violet had a brother? Oh well, Violet was still better to look at... AHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH, HE FELL RIGHT ON HIS FUCKING FACE, 10/10 PERFECT FORM, HATS OFF TO YOU! Oops, There were no hats. Well, get fucked then. [b]“Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?” wait what was there again “The haunted girls’ bathroom, right?" maybe "We’ve all heard the rumors." no not really "A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And that’s where we’re going to check out for our first case.” OH “Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”[/b] So, Ms. Popular was the first. [b]"Hello everyone. Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all,"[/b] yeah ok get in line sister- oh look, random guy walked in. Lillith couldn't recognize him for shit, but eh. [color=#26a912]"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"[/color] DUH, ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB?!?!?!?"-3#-#,-'+22(#+#-# was what lillith wanted to say, but she didn't and kept her sorry ass quiet.