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[color=crimson][h2]Mason[/h2][/color][sub][color=black]Location:[/color] Home
[color=black]Interacting with:[/color] The Dead and Dying [/sub]
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Bridget had gotten home earlier then she usually did, and it hadn't occurred to her that it was closer to lunch then it was to dinner when she got home with pizza. Mason was still sitting on the couch, only getting up once to go to the bathroom in the two hours that his sister had been home. She was busy in the kitchen at first, then she moved up to her room. Only briefly stopping in to tell Mason that the pizza could be eaten at anytime and they would probably make something else if they were hungry later. Then she was gone, and Mason was left in silence like usual. Jamie wouldn't be home for another two hours at least, and who knew was Bridget was now doing.

It was after four when Mason looked at his phone, four-seventeen to be exact. He found his stomach growling, so he got up and went into the kitchen. It was a modern one, nothing fancy but they had all the appliances and space three orphans could want. Mason paused at the thought of being an orphan. He did miss his parents but they were... distant now. How sad was that?

[color=gold]"I'd say it's pretty fucking sad Mace."[/color]

Mason spun around, Henry had decided to join him again. This time his brother was leaning up against the counter, eating a slice of pizza. Mason twitched again, what was going on with him?

[color=crimson]"I've gone crazy haven't I? This... This is [i]wrong[/i]."[/color]

His brother chewed at his pizza, staring at him with an uncaring face. He swallowed then spoke, [color=gold]"Damn this is some good pizza."[/color]

Mason stared at Henry, watching his brother eat the pizza and it looked so real. But he knew it wasn't. It couldn't be real. He was dead, gone! Just like his parents! Just then his phone buzzed, someone texted him. He slowly brought it out of his pocket and looked at the unknown number. The text was an invite to a party? A celebration of life? What find of sick joke was that? They must have the wrong number. He began to type, but Henry's voice cut in and he stopped to look at him.

[color=gold]"A party huh? You should go, ya'know. Get off your lazy ass and do something with your life. Maybe even meet a girl? Oh that's right, you don't talk to girls. Do ya Mace? Nah, who am I kidding, you won't go."[/color] Henry smiled after that. Mace just tightened his grip on his phone, knuckles turning white. He could feel his anger rising, could feel his face twisting into a scowl. Could feel himself slipping, loosing control. He took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, loosening his grip. Henry frowned.

[color=crimson]"Fuck off Henry."[/color] Mace said unapologetically. [color=crimson]"I'll go. Just to prove you wrong."[/color]

Henry simply smirked. The front door opened and Mason blinked, startled at the noise. Jamie proclaimed she was home but Henry was, of course, gone.

Mason looked at his the text he had written, and deleted it, putting his phone back into his pants. He then went and opened the pizza, which was untouched and took a slice. He ate it nimbly, thinking about what his dead brother had said. Did he really want to go? No of course not, but it might be good to show Jamie and Bridget he wasn't a complete couch potato. And of course, he wanted to prove Henry wrong. No matter how morbid it was.