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in a house full of people she didn’t know, it felt like jessa was constantly intruding on others. she tried her best to keep to herself, and stay out of the way, but she was afraid. the mansion undoubtedly had an eeriness to it, one that sent shivers down her spine each time she was alone - so she was constantly seeking out companionship in anyone who’d allow her to. currently, that was with a girl who was singing, quite beautifully so. but she noticed the slight change in demeanor once her voice cracked. “are you okay?” was the first thing to come from her mouth - a stupid question, really, given that she, herself, wasn’t okay either. “i’m sorry, i… how long have you been here?” she asked, unsure how to help make the situation better. 

    marisole glanced over at the other and bowed her head. “ yes i’m okay, i just --- miss my family. ” a lot. she wondered if they missed her, too. or if time was frozen in the real world. so many questions left unanswered. “ 2 months. ” said marisole. “ i’ve been here for 2 months. it’ll be 3 sometime next week. ” sigh. “ how about you? how long have you been in here? ”

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diana smile sadly as she stepped into the room, the spell of the song vanishing as the silence swept back through the room to claim the air once more. holding out a tissue to the young girl, recognising the symptoms that came with the territory of being swallowed up by the mansion “it’s best to get it all out now, holding onto these kinds of feelings can only make it worse for you later on.” the advice may have sounded a little harsh to outside ears, but diana’s experience, both her own and those of others who had joined them over the past fifteen years, allowed her to be a little bit more blunt on the subject.

     a smile grew to the girl’s face when offered the tissue. she patted her damp cheeks while thanking the other. “ will these feelings ... ever go away? ” truth-be-told, marisole wasn’t 100% sure she even wanted to know the answer. she took a deep breath. “ how long have you been here for? ” mari asked; her head tilting slightly. she had only been here for 2 months && yet, it seemed so much longer. like she’d been in here a lifetime.

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rambling about pointless things was nothing knew for rory. he often talked about himself, though he tried plenty of subjects. boredom and repetitive living had made him a bit repetitive himself. he couldn’t help it. not too surprisingly, people ran out of things to say after so long. her coughing and groaning made him let out a quiet laugh. “then why’d you do it? there’s other alcohol, you know. much more friendly alcohol,” he pointed out, though easily tilting it back to take a drink of his own. “whiskey’s a personal favorite because it gets me drunk faster. and the burn’s fun.” he turned to look at himself in the mirror again, head tilted. “did you do a lot of edgy stuff when you were in the real world?”

      “ the burn’s ... fun? ” she repeated, rather surprised. marisole bit her lip. “ i, uh --- i drank it because i didn’t know it was bloody whiskey. ” though, she probably should have guessed it from the smell ... in her defense, she wasn’t much of an alcohol drinker. they all smelt the same to her. gross. marisole shook her head at his question. “ no, not really. i was a good girl. ” unknowingly, her cheeks flushed pink. “ i did more stuff on my own. i didn’t party much. ” mari glanced down at her hands, fiddling with her fingers. “ what about you? ” she looked back up at him; likely already knowing the answer.

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    marisole grew nervous at the question. && when her nerves kicked in, her face faded into a bright pink. she nodded. “ sure .. ” though being on camera wasn’t the most appealing thing to the girl, there really wasn’t much else to do. “ i don’t need inspiration but it would be cool to, um, see what you captured after. ” marisole smiled gently && ran her fingers through her hair. “ so, what’s question number one? ”

“hey, quick question - can i film you?” sure, things like that really stopped mattering when the footage was never going to be seen by the public, but since that fact hadn’t quite hit clara yet, only being inside of the house for a measly week, she still felt like she needed to ask. “i have a lot of questions about this place, and the people in it, and i was wondering if i could ask you some questions about it. nothing freaky… for now.” with that, a wink. “though if you’re in need of a little inspo, since it might get a little lonely at night, i do have a few things in this camera i could show you. i’m not above bribery, as long as you answer all my questions honestly.”

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     when all else failed to make marisole feel better, she sang -- a hobby that always helped. the girl brought out her guitar { though she was still learning how to play .. } and began to sing her favourite song. the song that she used to sing along to with her parents as they baked sugar cookies. a single tear rolled down her cheek && her voice began to crack. she missed them. marisole set her guitar beside her before putting her face in her hands and sighed. “ damn it. ”

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“there’s people out there who’ve read hundreds of books,” she commented, but by out there she meant in the real world. “can’t relate,” she added with a shake of her head, still talking about bookworms. “i’m with ya entirely,” she said, sitting up and placing the book on the couch next to her as she shifted her body towards marisole. “very boring,” she agreed with a nod. “ooh, i’ll never say no to doing something.” though there wasn’t too many options, given that they were obviously limited to the mansion, doing something was always more fun with someone else than it was alone. “whatcha wanna do? hide and seek? scavenger hunt? are those too immature of suggestions?” she questioned, though she wasn’t the most mature person in general. “we could go fuck with someone else and go through their things or something,” she added as a suggestion, not caring much about personal space.

     truth be told, marisole used to love reading as a kid. she would spend hours in her room, reading about god-knows what. she preferred the company of fictional characters over real people .. but as she grew up, her mother taught her to ‘get out of her shell’ && have real human interactions. and her love for reading became a thing of the past. the thought of someone possibly getting upset or shouting at her caused a lot of anxiety to rise in her chest. “ i think i’d prefer one of the first options over someone getting mad at us. ” marisole thought for a moment. “ or we could try baking? or maybe have a competition for who can make the uglier sim on sims? ” 

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     marisole stood quietly behind the man as he spoke; trying her best not to physically role her eyes at his words. she often wondered what would happen if one day, the mansion lost it’s .. powers. if one day, everyone begin to age once again. or if everyone would wake up to be their true age. she swallowed the lump in her throat after being offered the drink. “ i --- uh. sure, ” the whiskey caused marisole to cough. GROAN. she passed the bottle back. “ bad choice .. whiskey never agreed with me. thank you, though. ” 

“well,” rory started, his head tilted as he eyed himself in the mirror. it was odd, being alive for so long and still never seeing a single wrinkle - no more than he’d analyzed day after day in the real world - pop up. it was his real world’s dream come true. he’d preferred to have become a vampire, however, rather than being trapped in the house. “such a shame,” he spoke, suddenly, lifting the bottle of whiskey to his lips before looking at the other through the mirror. “such a long-lasting pretty face that i can’t share with the real world. that’s the biggest tragedy of them all.” clicking his tongue, he let out a quiet chuckle. “but i get to admire it forever, so i guess i’ll take a small win. i could be unattractive and alive forever. yikes.” then he was turning on his heel, moving towards the other and holding the whiskey out. “want some, darling?”

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     exploring the mansion was likely pointless at this point. she had seen the same rooms seemingly a million times already; but anything was better than drowning in anxiety && broken dreams. marisole finally made her way to the drawing room -- a room she loved to knit in. it was quiet and away from everyone. “ oh -- hey, ” the brunette spoke quietly as she entered. she sat in the chair in front of billie. “ i’m not much of a reader either honestly. ” shrug. “ i prefer doing stuff with my hands or .. voice. reading is .. .. pretty boring. ” marisole began fiddling with her hands. “ why don’t we go do something? ”

billie was in the drawing room, which had come to be one of her favorite rooms in the house though, truthfully, she had a lot of favorites. it changed depending on the day and what she felt like doing most. there was a half-empty bottle of wine on the table, and one that was still full beside it. most of her days were spent drinking - she’d surely go insane if she spent every day in here sober. her attempt at reading to pass the time was useless. she’d read the same sentence four times now, with no signs of getting past it. “i can’t believe people actually do this for fun,” she mumbled, closing the book. “i’d literally rather do anything else,” she continued to complain. “what about you? got a favorite book?”

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hii everyone ! i’ll be honest -- i’m very excited to be a part of this, i’m looking forward to getting to know everyone and their characters :) i’m cherry { 19 / she/her } and i love bob’s burgers, spongebob && eating too many brownies. under the cut, you’ll find some info on my love, marisole daar !

while wandering the halls i ran into marisole daar. she is a twenty one year old barista who’s been in the mansion for 2 months. while at first she seems caring, i’ve seen her be anxious too. apparently they were looking for her lost kitten.

( here’s her stats page )

her label is the benevolent

she’s been in the mansion for 2 months { and 9 days } and still hasn’t found her kitten

pos: kindhearted, humorous, empathetic  neg: clumsy, anxious, quiet

she loves helping people and will honestly stop whatever she’s doing to help those in need

because she’s so willing, she used to gets used / taken advange of a lOT

she used to live quite close to the mansion with her sister { nala } && with hesitation, decided to search in the mansion thinking her kitten -- who had ran away -- could have been hiding somewhere inside

cries a lot :( she just wants to leave && would literally do anything to hug / talk to her parents one last time

she lOves to sing and knit!! if you’re ever wondering where she is, she’s probably in a bedroom knitting while humming to her favourite song

if you want to plot something, hit me up at any time !! i’m always down && would love to tbh

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I was quiet, but I was not blind.

Jane Austen, Mansfield Park (via wordsnquotes)

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boldxmemes‌:

BOLD all that applies to your muse! Feel free to add more!

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Black | Grey | Other Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored

Gender: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | No Gender | Other Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other

Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated

I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone

Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

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i want to be rebellious but i dont want to get in trouble  

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#When you don’t say hiii to every doggo you see 

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