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Post by ZOEY ELIZABETH NELSON on Mar 30, 2011 18:11:49 GMT -5
Zoey was making sure she was near people she recognized, as so she wouldn’t be forced to talk to people she didn’t know. She didn’t want to be forced to make aquaintence with people she wouldn’t normally speak to. So she was around some of the people from her room back at the hotel, she was also around the group she met while she was at the hotel when she had left the room; though she found herself mostly standing alone and not close enough to people where she’d bump into them or feel the need to make conversation. It would make her feel completely awkward if she had to make conversation, seeing as how she knew that for most “ghost hunting” adventures to do it properly one needed to be quiet.
Zoey believed in God, her parents were Catholic. She went to church every chance she got, it was a routine thing for her. She would pray to Mother Mary, she would confess her sins, and she would read the bible.
She believed in the spirits, but she didn’t believe that the ones that were fully repented stayed on the Earth. She didn’t believe they were still there for a reason; those that were still around were not those who had repented. The ones that were still there were the Devil’s making. Though, she also believed this because her parents had believed it, the church had believed it… Though she was not a heavy Catholic, she believes her own thing, she was independent and believed in God… but she also believed that ‘seeing was believing’ in some cases, and in others ‘believing is a lot like seeing.’ Honestly, for Zoey it truly depended on the subject on hand. In this case, spirits. Would it be odd to say that one did not believe in spirits, yet one believed in God?
In some cases the latter of the two was true, she believe in the higher power… but she didn’t always believe in spirits. Who was she to guess that God was a spirit? God, well he could be anything on this gosh green planet… She didn’t know for a fact that he was a spirit. So… to say that she wasn’t slightly interesting in seeing an apparition would be a lie – and lying, when completely unnecessary was a sin. Or so it has been taught.
Zoey was listening to her iPod when she entered the building, but no sooner had the candle stick fallen her battery went dead. Hadn’t she charged I good and well before she came on this trip through the cathedral. She believed she had… Shrugging as she removed the earbud, she looked around, putting her iPod in the pocket of her black Gir hoodie – she had changed her clothes before they had left the hotel because she had heard it would be cold.
“Graveyard?” She repeated the tour guide… Were they really going to be walking through the graveyard?
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Post by ALEIX HALE on Apr 3, 2011 2:32:48 GMT -5
   Aleix had never been one to easily keep a single train of thought for very long. In fact, it was a rare occasion that it would happen and usually his closer friends worried when it would. Sometimes, though, he just acted it up to hide that there really was something wrong. At the present time, though, the slightly annoyed teen's main train of thought was all over. His focus slipped from the things around him to the people to his nails to the wall and everything in-between. Really, could this whole ghost tour be more lame? Lexi internally winced at the question and answered his own thought. It was quite possible for the lame factor to be raised. He'd rather not even go into detailed thoughts about that. Shaking it off, the slender teen's focus was brought back more to the activity at hand by a vaguely familiar voice asking about going to the graveyard. Were they really? Somehow Aleixandre had missed that little memo, but he wasn't too worried. He had a feeling it would be even more lame and disappointing. What would they get to see there? Some freak with a white sheet draped over himself rattling some plastic chains? The five dollar thrill house he'd been to the year before had been more interesting than this. A stereo system playing sounds, a falling candle, random spots kept colder than others. Yawn. Aleix's skepticism only grew with each step he took. He crossed his arms with a soft sigh, shaking his head ever so slightly before lowering one arm again to pull out his phone and check the time on it. The battery was dead, however, and he returned it to his pocket before focusing on the tour guide again, wondering what other sort of scary stories she'd try to tell them to get their nerves on end. The lanky teen absently bit his lower lip in thought, toying with the idea of trying to scare one of the people in the group, but he decided against it as he stumbled slightly. Maybe he should just focus on putting one foot in front of the other instead.
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Post by RUSSEL CONNOR on Apr 7, 2011 17:33:52 GMT -5
Mr. Connor kept moving with the group, about halfway between the front and the back now. As they made their way down the stairs and into the corridor, he felt suddenly cold for a moment and shuddered. Was there an air conditioning vent somewhere? He looked up at the ceiling but didn't see anything. They must have camouflaged it pretty well. That or the shadows were hiding it. It wasn't all that well-lit down here.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but what greeted them at the bottom of the stairs was basically a long, dark corridor with lots of doors on either side. The fact that everything was done in dark wood only helped to make it seem even gloomier. But he supposed that was how nuns and priests or whatever lived, right? Or it could have been re-done like this to make it seem more spooky, but he kind of doubted that. Maybe they'd had colorful paintings or something when the place was actually in use? Who knew.
As they walked down the hall, Angie giving little historical details and whatnot about this and that, Russel let his mind wander. He was a teacher, but even he had to admit that this was boring. But then something at the end of the corridor caught his eye and he nearly stopped in his tracks. Some kids in front of him gasped and pointed. Ahead of them, at the end of the hall, a sort of glowy pale figure resembling a nun looked at the group, then turned and disappeared through a closed door.
Well, he had to admit, that was pretty impressive.
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Post by ROSLYN BARKER on Apr 8, 2011 21:13:10 GMT -5
Ros watched other teachers and chaperons, they all seemed calm, and she knew that was how she was suppose to seem as well. Still she could not help but feel herself shivering so hard.
Was it from the cold? When had it gotten so cold? She followed closely to the mass of students, listening to the guide, hearing the whispers as some kids giggled at the sudden rush of the things happening around them while others seemed unimpressed. Still she kept moving forward. It was safe in the group as her gaze went to the back of Russel's head. How could he do all of this without being one bit scared? When he spoke of the graveyard she wondered if it was too late to go back to the hotel room...
No, these kids were her responsibility, she would stay with them. Steeling her nerves she kept walking. Nothing bad would happen, it probably was all fake like some of the students were talking about. It would just make her look bad if she let herself get so scared by illusions. Besides the scary stuff the place was beautiful, breath taking though she would prefer to see it in the day light. How nice would it be to find a place with a fireplace and read near it, staying so warm as it just felt like it kept getting colder and colder. Maybe it would be nice to not have heard of the dead people either...or the things getting knocked over or making noise...
Giving a tiny laugh she was forcing herself to make the situations better, but in doing so nearly ran right into Russel and other students who had stopped walking as there were sharp gasps and sudden frightened chatter. "What is it?" She asked as her eyes caught the figure moving in front of them.
"Ah..." The small noise caught in her throat as she began to shake, "It's fake...please be fake..." She began to whisper. So many books had ghosts and they were alright, and a lot of books had evidence saying that hauntings were just hoaxes so it had to be fake...as it went through the closed door she grabbed Russel's arm along with that of another student, the action stuck between pulling them to safety and putting them between her and the spirit.
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Post by GRÍMÓLFUR LEIFUR NJÁLSSON on Apr 9, 2011 22:43:53 GMT -5
 LSD. God's wonder drug. Grim took it far too often to not have been building up a tolerance for it over time. So he took a higher and higher dose each time, but it was familiar and comfortable and he knew what to expect.
And what better what to experience the full effect of LSD than to experience it on a Ghost Tour? Fuck yeah! The Cathedral was so big and looming, and he could feel the effects beginning to start as they walked inside. Nothing was catching his eye, it was the same old colors beginning to blur and the pleasant hum in his ear. But no ghosts. He was actually sad about it.
The whole reason he'd came on this excavation was to see something freaky that he normally wouldn't see. And then they were going to the basement, finally! Maybe he would see something good. He was walking faster than the others, but the floor was moving and he was walking on air. In fact, it was all he could do to not walk past the teachers, too. He should have done a few lines with James- damn it, maybe he would for the movies.
They had stopped, and the teacher was talking about someone being murdered here. Awesome! He kept his eyes wide and alert, and then, just then, he saw the dim figure of a nun walking through a door. "That. Was. Fucking. Awesome." he said in the most deadpan yet excited voice possible, his mouth open in awe. Of course, in his drugged up, dazed mind, he also saw ghost figures of ducklings following her. He titled his head, and quite honestly, on this tour, he didn't care what people thought of him. He tilted his head and bent his whole body to the left, forming an upside down L shape- just so he could turn the room on its side and watch the ducks slide through the door.
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Post by ALEIX HALE on Apr 11, 2011 3:30:22 GMT -5
It just seemed to get worse as more time went on. At least, that was Aleix's view on things. He crossed his arms with a sigh, looking around at the walls and floor. That was until the people in front of him came to a stop and he nearly walked right into someone. "What th--" he started to mumble under his breath before sighing and plastering on a smile. "Sorry." Aleix's gaze was then turned to the reason that the group had come to a stop. A projected image of a "nun" disappearing through the wall. How original. Aleix rolled is eyes with a sigh. He'd be more impressed if he'd not seen people do similar tricks before. "Please..." The word was said under his breath as one of the guys in the group turned at an angle to try to watch the nun -or something- disappear into the wall. Lexi thought his name was Grim or something like that, but he couldn't be too sure. Aleix did, however, jump when an unexpected hand grabbed a hold of his arm. Looking over at the source, he couldn't help but smile when he saw who he thought was their school librarian looking quite afraid. She was so adorable, Aleix had to stop himself from just giving her a hug. After all, they hadn't ever actually met, and that could be a little weird. Instead, Aleix simply smiled at her and brushed his hair out of his eyes while looking ahead again without pulling his arm from her grasp. Lex knew that were he actually scared he'd be clinging to someone as well. ... Well, maybe. A quick glance around reminded him he didn't actually know too many people on the trip. So, clinging was probably marked off the list of possible reactions. But, in theory, he'd do the same, so why deny her whatever comfort she got from it?
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Post by ANTHEA CHRISTINA DE LUCA on Apr 11, 2011 17:06:31 GMT -5
She could not help but think that the interior of the building was beautiful in an understated sort of way. Still, it was not enough to keep her entertained for long. Anthea had come close to staring off into space when the tour had become a little duller. She had been waiting for something to happen after the candlestick had fallen over.
She had wandered closer to the front of the group when some students had fallen back to whisper amongst themselves. Then she had felt it get cold again. A minute later, she saw the glowing, transparent woman who appeared to be wearing a nun's attire. The other students gasped and pointed at the sight. She heard a woman whisper something. The blond turned around to see the librarian grab Mr. Connor and Aleix and caught her saying that spirits could do no harm. She almost said something to the contrary (because she immediately thought of tales of poltergeists and possessions), but closed her mouth and turned back around.
Luckily, she had remembered just in time that she should not do that. Her mother had told her something about tact once. Anthea was pretty sure that telling somebody something that would not calm their nervousness was not particularly tactful and could be viewed as rude. She didn't want to be mean to anyone and the librarian seemed nice.
I wonder how she died...she thought idly.
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Post by ANDROMEDA MARIE WYNTER on Apr 13, 2011 20:35:15 GMT -5
Rome snickered to herself as the whole group stopped and she almost bumped into Mr. Connor's back. Of course the girl stopped herself. Rome looked in the direction in which all the students were looking and pointing, she saw what they were looking at but from being a skeptic she assumed it was just a projection of some sort to fool them. "Cool trick, yo," she muttered sarcastically to herself.
She rolled her eyes a bit at the group's whispers and stares were off focus once the figure "disappeared." What a load of shit, she thought to herself. Were people really stupid enough to actually believe this shit? She walked close to Mr. Connor's side and realized, but the look on his face, that he seemed to believe that trickery. She scoffed and walked closer to the crowd. She had been thinking of a devious plan since they got there and this was her chance. While they were all thinking about the stupid fake apparition.
As she came closer to the group, she stood still, made the most epic scared face and then screamed her lungs out. She curled over herself for effect and continued to scream, so convincingly that she even brought tears to her eyes. When she felt almost all the eyes on her, she stopped and smiled; some student had asked quite eagerly what she had seen or what happened. "Oh nothing," she scoffed, "I thought I just saw all your balls drop."
Crossing her arms quite satisfied at the eye rolls and groans she fell back in line behind the rest of them. A content and cocky smile on her face. Damn, I'm talented, she thought to herself.
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Post by RUSSEL CONNOR on Apr 13, 2011 20:51:52 GMT -5
Mr. Connor was still not convinced anything he was witnessing on this tour was of actual supernatural origin, but the appearance of the "ghost" was at least well-executed, he had to admit. This was the kind of stuff that made you question your eyes. Sure, there were ways you could project an image like that, but it did require some equipment. He was glad this tour was more than just spooky sounds and a candlestick. He could let his imagination run wild a bit.
Somebody grabbed his arm, and he looked over, mildly surprised to see Ros looking rather frightened. He smiled at her reassuringly. "Hey, it's all right. Just part of the show." Noticing that she was holding someone else's arm as well, he leaned forward a bit to see who was on Ros's other side and saw Aleix, then chuckled. "You'll be safe with the two of us skeptics," he said, winking at the boy.
In front of them, Anthea from his Creative Writing class turned around and looked about to say something, but then thought better of it and looked forward again. As the group started moving again, Russel leaned toward her, though he continued to let Ros hold onto his arm. "How are you liking the tour so far, Anthea?"
Before they could go much farther, though, Rome suddenly doubled over and screamed bloody murder, making Russel jump and grab Ros's hand as if hanging on for dear life. "Jesus Christ!" he shouted, then immediately blushed. Since when did he say that? And in a church, no less. He hoped nobody would take that the wrong way. Then, when Rome looked up and said nothing was wrong, his face turned crimson. Oh, she'd gotten him good, all right. Who knew something so simple could scare him like that? And it wasn't even part of the tour. "Good grief, Rome," he grumbled. "Trying to give us all a heart attack?"
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Post by GRÍMÓLFUR LEIFUR NJÁLSSON on Apr 13, 2011 20:52:25 GMT -5
He was distracted from the ducks by a girl screaming. Instead of turning to see what was wrong, he put his fingers in his ears. Much better. Really, in his current state of mind, he couldn't really be bothered to care about loud noises other than the fact they were ... loud. If something was terribly wrong, he would see people running, right? And no one was running. The tour guide watched the girl with slight alarm, however.
Finally, hearing the noise stop, Grim turned to see if anything was there. And there was. It was that girl Rome- well, he should have known. He sighed and felt around in his pocket for cigarettes, but realizing they were not in a ventilated area and he was around chaperons, he stopped and just looked rather annoying. "Thanks," he smiled at her. "My ears wanted to bleed tonight," speaking of that, he felt up around his ears- nope, they weren't really bleeding, but they were ringing.
He wasn't sure to be amused or annoyed, but he was a little bit of both. He had to admit that it was a 'good' trick, and he smirked at her, just letting her know that he wasn't scoffing at her- but he hadn't been scared by the scream either, but it seemed one or two others had been. Well, their loss.
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Post by chord on Apr 13, 2011 21:07:41 GMT -5
 Chord jumped at the scream- looking for the source of the commotion, only to find a girl doubled-over screaming. He recognized her from his vocals class, and he was about to approach her to see if she needed some assistance- had she been so frightened by the apparition? No. She was laughing now-- laughing at them.
Chord stepped up to the group, as Angie was trying to restore order. "Alright. Calm down. It's okay," he sighed. "Rome, I am very disappointed in you," the blonde shook his head and looked back to Angie. The woman bit her lip, finally addressing the group.
"Why don't we head outside, everyone?" she motioned for them to keep walking, and as soon as they were out of the dormitories, she waited for the stop light in order to cross the street. "The Graveyard actually extends under the street..." she gave information. "Their tombstones have been moved alongside the fence- though their bodies are under our feet. This street is notorious for accidents, some of which have claimed to have seem the apparition of a mangled man."
She unlocked the gate and led them into the graveyard- there was a lone light of the area, and they stopped beneath it. "We won't be venturing in further due to unfortunate accidents... The pathway you see down there- it's said if you cross it at night, you won't make it to the other side without marks. I haven't personally tried it, but it's true from what I've heard of those who have. You see, the pathway was once the scene of a duel in colonial times. Patrick Morgan and Benjamin Hart had both bought this property for different purposes... One of the men wanted to build his home, and the other wanted to build a place of worship. Well, you can see who won... and the other died. His family never claimed the body, and he is buried here." she gestured to the tombstone further down.
Chord watched, mystified- so much, in fact, that he didn't notice a scene unfolding behind him. Especially after the first scream- he thought it would be best to ignore them and just try to enjoy the tour as he could.
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Post by ROSLYN BARKER on Apr 13, 2011 21:52:24 GMT -5
Ros felt bad to suddenly appear so afraid in front of the other teachers. Still she held onto Russel and the student's arms as they moved forward a little more. She smile at the student when he smiled at her and the panic that had sent her heart racing slowly dissipated. She felt safe knowing that there were living human beings, and they weren't afraid. Their tone towards seeing the spirit was nice.
Hearing Russel's voice made what was left of her fear fade. She was still nervous, and the thought of walking close to where she'd seen the ghost made her a little jumpy, but Russel was right. This was only a show. All trick, there were more people and they were all alive and happy, enjoying the tour...
"Your right. I'm sorry." She blushed softly, slowly letting go of the student's arm, not yet releasing Russel as she chuckled, "God you must think I'm so child--"
The scream cut through the air, ringing behind her as she felt the hand on her own tighten. She pulled closer to Russel, burying her face against his shoulder before she cried out loudly holding tightly. She stayed there until moments later she heard a voice from behind where the scream had come from. Lifting her face up from its hiding spot she stared at the student as she basically admitted to being the one who had screamed.
Cheeks flushed as Russel and other students commented their lack of amusement as she stared at the girl confused, "That wasn't very funny." She murmured as she finally let go of Russel stepping back from him, "Sorry." she spoke softly as she let her hands fall down to her sides as she started forward once more, venturing ahead with the others into the graveyard as she hugged herself tightly to fend off the cold . |
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Post by RUSSEL CONNOR on Apr 13, 2011 22:18:48 GMT -5
He'd been pretty darn scared by Rome's scream himself, so he wasn't surprised that Ros was, as well, but in the back of his mind he thought it was adorable how she clung onto him and buried her face against him. It would be fun to watch scary movies with her... although that would be rather mean, considering how scared she got. He smiled when she stepped away from him and apologized. "It's all right. Although I thought I'd be getting more of that from the students, to be honest," he teased.
He was glad Chord had gotten the group moving again. Angie the tour guide was leading them down the corridor and up the stairs on the other side, talking all the while about the history of the place. They emerged outside in the near-darkness of the cemetery, the sunset nearly gone by now, though there were lights nearby so it wasn't hard to see. Still, there was an ethereal and spooky atmosphere to the whole place. He could hardly wait what fun surprises were in store for them here.
As the group spread out a bit in the larger area, Russel walked under a tree and suddenly felt something light and airy clinging to him. A spider web! "Gah!" He started flailing his arms and legs to get the webs off, knowing he looked like an idiot but not able to help it. After a minute or so, the feeling that he was covered in something light yet sticky subsided, and he blushed. "Just a--just a spider web. It was... under the... tree, yeah..." he said in an effort to explain to the people who were looking at him oddly. He ran his hands through his hair to try to get the last of it off, then stuck them in his pockets and tucked his chin down. Boy, had he made a fool of himself there.
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Post by ATTICUS ESTHER REINOEHL on Apr 13, 2011 22:28:27 GMT -5
 Atticus hadn't pulled a stunt like this in years. Ever since moving away from his home and his twin, he'd been considerably more withdrawn and less like his spitfire self, but tonight... tonight would be perfect. The tour itself was boring, he thought. While he didn't know if shit was rigged or if it was legit, he found himself not caring much either way.
And the people screaming... why were they even here if they were going to be terrified? He hid his smirk at the girl who'd done it as a prank. Oh, if she only knew what he had up his sleeve... He just had to wait for the perfect opportunity, so, for now, he kept quiet in the group, not speaking much to anyone-- not that he ever did. And then there was a teacher... complaining about spider webs? Oh, spider webs were going to be child's play after this.
Well, at least they were out of the cathedral now, so he could pull his trick without worry of it being on holy grounds or something. Okay, they were in a graveyard, but it's not as if he considered that holy. The tour guide was telling them about ancient duels and a haunted ground... yes, this would be the perfect stage. And who would suspect it? He was the quiet boy who performed well in school- he wasn't a troublemaker by name... that is, he wasn't until tonight.
"I... I think something strange is happening," his legs locked, and he put a hand to his mouth, looking like he was going to be sick, then he let out of a muffled scream, followed by a gagging sound- and then the blood-- blood poured from his mouth and seeped between his fingers. He appeared to be in serious pain as he fell to his knees, tears pouring out of his eyes. The front of his shirt was also becoming stained with the red liquid. If he was faking, then he was doing a pretty realistic job of it. "GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY!" he began to rip at his shirt frantically- it was as if he were possessed.
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Post by ANDROMEDA MARIE WYNTER on Apr 13, 2011 22:51:01 GMT -5
Rome was still smiling ear-to-ear as she followed the group outside and to the graveyard. She had seen the acknowledgement from the kid who always seemed to be high, she had heard her creative writing teacher comment, which had made her laugh, and she had been close enough to here the women that was practically glued to Mr. Connor's body comment on how she wasn't funny. The girl rolled her eyes; she could care less if it was funny, it was the faces of the people around her that amused her to know end. She simply found it hilarious because they honestly got a little scared until they had found out what was going down. Heck, Rome had almost pissed herself with laughter at their faces.
With the ever present smile on her face, she walked contentedly behind the group. As soon as they walked outside and across the street, Mr. Connor was flailing like a mad man with a disease. She gave him this studied and freakishly distorted expression and then heard his comments. "Really, Mr. Connor? It's a spiderweb, grow some balls man!" She laughed and moved closer to them, "Especially if you want this pretty lady right here," she gestured to the librarian lady, "You may want to man up a bit, she seems to need a strong man, not one that's scared of spiderwebs." She had almost called him a pussy, but she had enough respect for him now to contain herself a bit more.
Rolling her eyes, again, she walked around the man who was still trying to comb off some silly little spiderweb. As she walked by she was sure to whisper, "Oh hey, there's a spider on your---"
Her words were cut short as she heard a boy say something about something strange happening. Honestly, Rome doubted anything strange could possibly happen. She was curious enough to turn around and see an effeminate looking boy with locked up legs. No sooner had she noticed that but he was gasping for air... Was he faking this or? But as soon as the thought came to her mind she saw blood coming from his mouth as he gagged. Rome had never liked blood, the smell and the sight of it made her sick. She let out an honest to God scream, and covered her own mouth with both her hands.
The girl stood there, shaking to her very core, gasping for her own breath, but not in the same sense as the person that now lay on the ground covered in his own blood. Her eyes were wide, and they were beginning to water. She actually feared for this person's life and had she not controlled herself she would have pissed. Quickly she fumbled for her cell phone, unsure if anyone would try to call someone and she dropped her phone. It landed to close to the person bleeding for her to even consider going after it for help...
She gasped and breathlessly spoke, "S-someone should help h-him?"
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