#woah i just had a deja vu writing that i don’t think i’ve ever talked about systems before

[lunimy]

im a little insane about my freddie rewrite they mean so much to me <- installed simplyplural to understand why so many systems use it

[writing-gifts]

heres a 3rd part for incubus!doppio au! 

and heres a list of the current parts

i missed writing for doppio so wanted to come back to this! anyways diavolo shows up in this and is rude

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The sound of a door slamming shut forces your eyes open.

Groaning, you reluctantly get out of bed. Doppio knew to enter quietly when he came over at night, so either something happened or there was a burglar in your home.

You grab the bat next to your bed and walk to the living room. Fortunately you find Doppio and let out a sigh of relief.

"Why did you slam the door shut?" you ask, slight irritation in your voice.

"A beast attacked me!"

"...What?"

The pink haired incubus points urgently at the door "A beast! It scratched me!"

You lean your weight onto your bat trying to figure out what he was talking about through your sleepy haze.

"....Do you mean Mutton?"

Now it was Doppio's turn to look confused. "Who is Mutton?"

You sigh and go to open the door, ignoring Doppio's warning to stay away. You prepare your bat just in case he was actually right about a beast, but your guess was correct. Mutton--a giant stray cat--is waiting outside the door.

The white cat immediately walks towards you and starts to rub against your legs.

Doppio tenses and looks ready to fight.

"Woah, chill out it's just a cat."

He gives you a confused look. “Cat? He might try to hurt you!”

You shake your head and place the bat to the side so you can pick up the grumpy looking feline.

"Muttons a babey." You hug him to your chest and pet him while he purrs contentedly.

Once Doppio sees you're safe he visibly relaxes.

“Do you want to pet him?”

The demon scowls. “No.”

You laugh. After bumping the front door shut, you head towards the kitchen while Doppio follows after you. You let go of Mutton so you can get the cat food from the cabinet you had bought for him.

“Is Mutton your...cat? I’ve never seen him before.” Doppio stares warily at the cat and the cat stares right back.

“Not really. He just shows up randomly, kind of like you but cuter.”

Doppio huffs. "I’m better than a stupid cat."

“Sure.”

You open and place the can of cat food in front of Mutton which he admittedly starts chowing down.

With that taken care of you turn your attention towards Doppio. “Why are you here?”

It’s not that you didn't want him over, you just didn’t like the rude awakening you had gotten. But the question might have come off a bit snippy.

“I-I wanted to visit.”

“This late though…”

You walk up to him and grab his hand to inspect the scratch he received. It wasn't too bad but it would be best to clean it.

You drag him to your bathroom so you rinse and spray it with antiseptic.

Doppio’s quiet during the whole process but once you're done he finally speaks. “...You've been acting weird towards me.”

Oh boy.

“I feel like you're trying to distance yourself from me,” he says.

You had been taking extra hours at work, but was it to avoid Doppio? After you had seen that strange display where he was talking to himself you had been more wary.

"I’ve been busy with work."

Doppio hums, most likely not convinced.

"Okay your hands clean. Mutton got you pretty good...What did you even do?"

The incubus hesitates before answering. “I just tried to touch him. I was curious.”

You pat Doppio on the head. “Don't just approach an animal like that. You have to let them come to you.”

He pouts a bit. "____?"

"Yes?"

“Even if you don't like me the same way. I still want to be your friend.” The hand you're holding grabs yours instead, surprising you. “Please don’t stop being my friend.”

You furrow your brows a bit, but grin. Yes you were wary but you didn’t want to cut off all contact with him. "Of course! We're already friends, Doppio, and I’m glad to have you. Even if you're weird sometimes."

His grip on your hand relaxes. “I’m weird?”

“….Sorry, I shouldn't say weird. But I can't really understand some of your behavior.

Doppio tilts his head waiting for you to elaborate but you weren't sure if you wanted to bring up what you saw before. He definitely didn't want you to see him like that so maybe it would be rude.

“It’s fine Doppio. I'm going to head back to bed--I have to go to work tomorrow morning. Can you let Mutton out when he starts scratching at the door?”

He frowns, "Fine. But when do you not have to go to work?"

You yawn, "I’m off on Saturday so we can hang out then if you want."

"I'll wait then."

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A few days later you feel a sense of deja vu when Doppio shows up in your house in the middle of the night again with another scratch but this time along his arm.

“Doppio what happened? Did you try to pet Mutton again?”

Said cat hisses at the demon and you look down at the grumbling cat before picking him up.

"Woah, what’s wrong with you?”

You look back up at Doppio but he’s turned away from you. "I'm sorry about that--"

You hold Mutton closer to you when you see that he looks different. Very different. His hair was messy and contained spots that weren't there a second ago. Along with that, he looked taller and more muscular than before.

“D-Doppio?”

He finally turns around. Even his eyes look wrong.

“Human.”

You stand there frozen from the much deeper voice coming from your friend.

“You’ve been distracting my vessel and I’m sick of it.”

“Are...are you talking about Doppio?...Who are you?”

“Diavolo, Doppio’s boss.”

Boss? As in the boss Doppio had been whispering to?

So he really was talking to someone else.

“I don’t understand why Doppio has become so infatuated with an insignificant human.” His brows furrow. “Stop whatever you're doing with him at once.”

Your lips purse at his insult and tone. “What exactly do you want me to do? I can't control what Doppio does. Besides he's my friend so I'll talk to him if I please.”

“If you won't relent, I might have to take a more forward approach.”

You squint. Who does this asshole think he is, coming into your home uninvited to insult and threaten you?

“Get out.”

Diavolo scowls at you and stays in place, but you stand your ground. Mutton wiggles out of your grasp. His ears fold back and he begins spitting and hissing at the demon, ready to lunge at any second.

You walk around Diavolo and open the door.

You didn't care if he was some demon stronger than you, you weren't going to let anyone come and disrespect you for something you have no control over in your own home.

He glowers at you but you ignore it.

"You’re lucky Doppio adores you so much."

"Whatever, just leave so I can go back to bed!"

He stands there for a moment and Mutton’s warning hisses turn into growling.

Turning his scowl to the cat, he finally walks out the door but takes his sweet time. "Tell Doppio that you don't want anything to do with him."

“I’ll talk to Doppio all I fucking want BYE.”

You slam the door in the demon’s pissed off face and immediately Mutton begins to calm down.

You release a heavy breath and go sit on the couch. Mutton slowly makes his way over before jumping up next to you on the couch.

“Why is this happening to me?” you ask the cat.

But he simply stares at you with his peculiar violet-yellow eyes. You feel like he can somewhat understand your distress when he rubs against your thigh though.

Petting through Mutton’s long fur, you hoped you would never have to see Doppio’s boss ever again.

[misssophiachase]

Rival teachers trapped in the break room on an inservice day with the twist that they used to date and never really got over each other.

Thanks Jen, apologies for the delay! I’m assumingthat is like what we call a pupil free day, so I’ll go with that! Also, forsome reason I couldn’t stop thinking about @austennerdita2533 while I waswriting this, so tagging you too lovely. 

ABC

The corridors were eerily quiet asCaroline made her way towards the staff lounge for a much needed hit ofcaffeine. She thought the silence would be welcome given just how noisy itusually was but it felt sadly empty.

Caroline had been off kilter since hecame back into her life. Yeah, she’d heard they were hiring a newEnglish/History teacher but she hadn’t expected it to be the crimson-lipped,dimple-flashing Brit that she used to date.

They’d met at Emory University inGeorgia. Caroline knew from campus gossip that Klaus Mikaelson was popular andgorgeous but, annoyingly, he knew it. He was also a womaniser which is whyCaroline had every intention of steering clear. She’d been successful for themost part until that fateful night at the Beta Theta Pi Frat costumeparty.

7 years earlier…

“What are you doing here?” 

“Last time I checked, this is mybasement, love, and I was thirsty,” he gestured to the beer keg at hisfeet. “Question is, what are you doing here?”

“I was looking for the bathroom, if youmust know,” Caroline growled, suddenly self conscious in her brief, angelcostume as his dark, blue eyes flickered over her attire. 

“It must be fate.” 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re an angel and I’m Lucifer,” hechuckled. 

“That’s not fate, it’s actually theopposite,” she barked. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find theladies room.”

“Well, you’re going to have to wait awhile longer I’m afraid,” he murmured. She gave him a bewilderedlook. “That door locks from the outside.”

“You’re lying,” she hissed, not evenbothering to reply but pulling at the handle desperately before banging on thedoor. “This cannot be happening. Hello, is anyone there? I’m trapped withSatan.”

“Hey!”

“If it looks like the devil and walkslike one, it’s the devil. Did you plan this or something? Are you that desperatefor another notch on your bedpost Mikaelson that you need to trap yourconquests?”

“Woah!” He interrupted. “I can’tbelieve you would even suggest that, sweetheart, and don’t think I’m believingthat whole lost bathroom excuse.”

“How dare you?”

“Now you know how it feels, Forbes.”

“Oh, that’s so rich,” she groaned beforeprocessing what he’d said. “How do you know my name?”

“I know more than that, Caroline,”he admitted. “Drama major, although no surprises there.” She gave hima dirty look before he continued. “Emory Young Democrat President andtennis captain.”

“Are you stalking me?” Caroline wasactually impressed if he put that much energy into each conquest given just howmany he’d had. 

“Are you always so defensive?” 

“Only to potential stalkers, who lock mein their basements,” she drawled. “Hopefully someone will be down soon torescue me from this punishment.”

“Well, let me know when someone arrives,princess,” he joked. “I’ll be over here not trying to make a move on you.”She watched curiously as he planted himself in the corner and pulled a bookfrom what seemed like nowhere. 

Besides his womanising reputation,Caroline knew Klaus was a double major in history and English literature aswell as soccer and debate captain. Not that she’d looked into it of course.Watching him serenely reading his book in the corner of the basement wasequally adorable as it was weird. 

“I thought you were thirsty?”

“And I thought you were planning escapestrategies,” he grinned, his gaze still focused on the page he was reading.

“Let me guess, Hemingway?” 

“Let the stereotypes begin,”he murmured, not making eye contact. 

“Well, he was a misogynist,” sheshot back. “And given your…”

“I must say I’m disappointed,” hegrowled, finally making eye contact. “I thought a smart woman like youwouldn’t believe gossip, let alone question my literary tastes. In fact, I’mwilling to share if it will stop you talking and offering your unwelcome andincorrect opinion.”

She didn’t speak immediately, the bookhe slid across the room making contact with her white, peep toe heel. WaltWhitman poetry. She closed her eyes momentarily, annoyed at herself for makingjudgments but also trying to block out that smug smile she knew he was wearing. 

“Not your thing, love?” He asked. Shefinally opened one eye slowly, followed by the other. “I have more ifWhitman isn’t feminist enough?”

“You stash your books in the basement?”She asked choosing to ignore his loaded question. 

“Some people stash their porn, I stashmy classic literature,” he joked. “It’s the quietest place in thisfrat house and not surprisingly the best for reading. I have this if you’dprefer?” She saw the title of the Virginia Woolf book before it hit her foot.

“Mrs Dalloway? Seems like someone istrying to make a point.”

“You should be here on Sundays, it’sJane Austen themed all night long. Beats going out and hooking up with randoms.” 

“So, maybe I misjudged you,” shemumbled. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Shut up and keep reading, Mikaelson,”she smiled, taking a seat next to him and opening the book. This was by far thebest party she’d been to in years and being rescued suddenly wasn’t herimmediate priority. 

She threw open the door in frustrationdetermined to clear her head and thinking coffee was her best bet. Uponreaching the kitchen, Caroline was mortified to find that the pot was emptyeven though the room was still filled with the enticing aroma she craved. 

“Why me?” She cried, the pent upemotions spilling free. It was bad enough her dreams were filled with him andthat sleep was practically impossible since his unexpected arrival.  

“Was this your coffee?” She knew hisvoice without having to move. “If I’d known it was the last cup..”

“You’d what?” She replied, finally turningaround. 

“I’d share it,” he offered, his secondmeaning not lost on Caroline given their basement meeting years earlier. 

“Don’t bother,” she muttered. “Ihave class.” It was out of her mouth before Caroline could retract, given itwas the excuse she’d been using to avoid him for a month now it was emblazonedon her brain.

“On a pupil free day, that should beinteresting,” he said. Caroline didn’t bother to respond, knowing she had toescape while she still had some air left in her lungs. Klaus Mikaelson had theability to take away what breath she had left in such close proximity.

She pushed on the door handle, confusedas to why it wouldn’t open. It was like deja vu. “I think that extra pushyou gave the door might have activated the faulty lock.”

“How convenient,” she huffed, bangingher head on the door in frustration. “This was supposed to be fixed weeksago.”

“Liam’s wife had their first child lastweek, I think his thoughts were elsewhere, love,” Klaus offered, taking a seaton the couch, steaming coffee in hand. 

“Since when do you know the personallives of the school staff? You’ve only been here a month and don’t call methat, Mikaelson.”

“Well, I suppose that answers myquestion about your feelings.”

“Yes, I’m upset,” she scowled, turningaround to face him. “Did you expect anything less?”

“You were the one to end things,” hegrowled. “Not sure how I suddenly became the bad guy.”

“Because you stopped making time for me,for us. Your soccer career took off, and I was so proud, but everyday we justsplit further apart and you lost interest in what we had.” 

Klaus had been signed to one of thebiggest soccer teams in the US and between practice and zig zagging thecountry, Caroline had barely seen her college boyfriend. She’d decided then itwas time to end things, even if it killed her.   

“Whatever you think I did try.”

“It just wasn’t our time,” sheadmitted. “Believe it or not, I wanted you to go the whole way which iswhy I ended things, Klaus.”

“Pity about that knee injury,” hemumbled, rubbing the offending injury. “You didn’t even call, Caroline. Iwas in that hospital and all I wanted was to see your beautiful face.”

Caroline felt her knees go weak at hiswords. It was something she’d regretted but was so scared to experience all ofthose unresolved feelings at the same time. Caroline knew she’d never loveanyone like she’d loved her Frat Boy/ English literature nerd. 

“Is that why you turned up here?” Shewas seated next to him now, afraid her legs would fully give way if shecontinued standing.

“I’m not going to lie,” heconceded. “When I heard you were here I applied, it was my last chance tofinally get some closure.”

“Closure?”

“If you rejected me then it was allover,” he said, his blue eyes boring into hers. “I have to admit I washoping you’d cave after a few initial rejections but the stubborn, drama queenin you has prevailed and I’m holding on by my last shred.” 

“Anyone would think you were the dramaqueen with that statement,” she teased. “But you always had this uncannyway of breaking down my walls.”

“It was no easy feat, trust me Forbes.”

“I have something for you,” she exhalednervously, reaching into her purse and pulling out a letterhesitantly. “When I heard about your injury, I wrote this but never sentit.”

“Why?”

“I was scared,” she whispered. “Soscared of what you’d say and if you’d just throw it in the garbage.” Klaus didn’trespond, just opened it and lost himself in the text. Caroline held her breathwithout even knowing it.

He finished, his blue eyes watering ashe did before putting it down and facing her. “It seems like we have a lotof catching up to do.”

“Well, it isn’t like we’re getting outof here until Liam’s kid turns one at least, so you’ve got yourself a date, Mikaelson,” she grinned,the relief washing over her. “As long as you surrender that coffee.”

“I think that can be arranged,” hegrinned, pulling her closer. “I’ve missed you, love, probably more thanyou’ll ever now.”

“The feeling is mutual, trust me.” 

[arc-17]

Darkness - Part 1

A Choices Whodunnit Fandom Fanfic

Introduction: This is set within the Alternate Universe @rr-roe-es aka @choiceswhodunnit 's game here within the fandom, starting right before the third murder and prior events are covered in flash back here. Before continuing on in the other parts, 2, 3, etc. of this fic series. This is VERY AU obviously since some of these characters lived at different times (Kenna Rys specifically) and well… have, or will be dying LOL! Since the premise of this whole event has sparked my interest, and I’ve really loved working with everyone on these mysteries, and gotten a bit of my old Role Playing skills up and running again, I decided to write the events as if they were really happening to the characters, within this AU, from Ryan’s point of view. So… without further ado, here it goes. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Darkness. It was within and without, in his thoughts, his dreams when they did happen, and in the room around him. He’d never felt anything like this, but… he’d also never experienced anything like this before. Not before coming here that is, to this castle, before getting trapped in this… psychopathic murderous game. Hollywood Actor Ryan Summers rolled over in his bed, unable to sleep despite the ridiculously posh and warm surroundings, had the situation been different; it would have been a dream trip. But instead, his fellow guests have been getting killed one by one while he and the other survivors get to play Sherlock Holmes and figure out how the killer has been committing the murders. Obviously it’s one of them, Kenna was the only person he knew coming here and he’d trust her with his life. It could be the staff, but knowing Kenna, she’d only have people she’d trust with her life, so no, it can’t be one of them. “…I am among you...” The first note had said, and it was the first of many he was to find out. Ryan got up and walked over to his window, reflexively testing to see if it too was locked from the outside, just in case. It wasn’t, and he opened it a crack and left it open. Moving back he sat on the edge of his bed as the previous two day’s events replayed them in his mind.

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Stepping out of the limo, Ryan pauses to take in his surroundings, the crisp fall air of the open country estate surrounding him as he took a deep breath, enjoying the lack of city smell as he took a moment, straightening the cuffs of his Armani Tuxedo. With a soft whistle he took in the sight before him of the sprawling age old structure, a castle built in a by gone era “Haven’t seen a castle like this since I was in The Prince of Dragons! You ever see that one Jeffrey?” He says to the valet as he closes the door for him. “I cannot say that I have sir, but you’ll find the lady of the house inside, just this way.” He motions for Ryan to follow, another servant taking care of his baggage. Upon entering the grand foyer he spots her immediately, closing the distance to give her a hug. “Kenna! It’s been to long!” Ryan grins, planting a kiss on her cheek as they parted. “Ryan, it’s good to see you, tell me how is Cassandra?” She smiled though, it didn’t reach her eyes which he should have noticed, like there was a sadness she was hiding, but he discounted it entirely. “She is doing wonderful, as always, has her Pilot’s License now, I think when the examiner found out what she did in that damaged Jet with Dave and Sam it helped.” He chuckled. “That is good to hear” she said looking over his shoulder at some more guests arriving. She then gave his had a slight squeeze. “Maybe… if,” she shook her head. “I’d like to hear about your friend’s Sam and Dave, later some time if you don’t mind.” “Of course, It’s quite the tale, the adventure that those two get themselves into” he chuckled and then moved aside as she went to great the others, watching the other guests arrive, taking an offered glass of wine as a waiter walked by. There were a few faces he recognized, though didn’t know them personally, such as Leo, former Prince of Cordonia. The tabloids were alive with the goings on there and the “contest” for his Brother’s hand in marriage and the crown. He knew personally how unforgiving the press could be, and how hard it was to keep one’s personal life private. And then there was also Benjamin Park, the writer. He was a fan, though he tried to keep it low key. And he’d heard rumors through his friend Dave that one of his comics would wind their way to the big screen, where Ryan hoped he’d get the chance to get a part. He made a mental note to talk to him later. Having finished his glass while surveying the group, Ryan sets it aside and taps who he supposed was a passing waiter. “Pardon me son, when you have a moment, I’ll take a Manhattan, but eh, make it the top shelf stuff” He says with a wink. The young man furrows his brows, “I am off the clock. Get your own drink!” he says briskly then, pauses realizing who was in front of him he beams and the next words almost fell out of his mouth all at once. “Oh boy! Love your work sir! I’ll be back in a second with the Manhattan, sir!” Ryan laughed, resting an arm on his shoulder to have him wait, having given him a full look to see he wasn’t dressed like Kenna’s staff, and had a drink of his own. “Woah easy there friend! My apologies, I mistook you for one of Kenna’s crew here, but I see that is not the case. My name’s Ryan Summers but I guess you already knew that.” He smiles extending his hand in greeting. “I’m Daniel, waiter by day, and family friend of Kenna’s… any other time!” Daniel says, grinning ear to ear as he shook his hand. “And say, let’s work together! I’m game for an alliance” Ryan chuckles again, the young man’s infectious enthusiasm for this adventure impressing him. “An Alliance eh? Excellent because I have no idea why we are here, other than this is some sort of special Mystery game, event, thing, with mandatory attendance.” “Hey, any excuse for a party is a good one, am I right? Cheers!” Daniel clinks his glass against Ryan’s.

It looked as if this kid, Daniel, was a ball of anxiety and excitement. He probably was relieved to not only have a night finally off, but to have something to do on top of it. “Well said!” Ryan grins. “Cheers!” He returns, meeting his glass to his. He then pauses; taking a sip as he took a glance around the room then motioned with his glass. “You know anyone here? I only know Kenna, our host, though I recognize a couple of the other guests.” “Some of them are familiar. But, I’ve worked so many places, I’m not sure if we met or it is just Deja vu.” Daniel answered, looking across the room, taking it all in. “Mhm! True” Ryan nodded, taking another sip. “The faces do start to blur after a while, after so many get-togethers and shindigs. Well, it’s been a pleasure,” Ryan said extending his hand again, “I’m gonna go see if I can speak with our hostess and see where they took my luggage. I’ll be seeing you around Daniel.” He says with a warm smile, which Daniel returned as Ryan left; weaving is way through the guests. While he was looking for Kenna, he stopped when a tall young man tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, Mr. Summers? I was wondering if you had a moment. My name’s Sean Gayle and-” he was saying, extending his hand in greeting when Ryan interrupted him, his face lighting up as he recognizes the young man, taking his hand and shaking it, clapping him on the shoulder warmly as well. “Hey! Sean? As in The Sean Gayle #5?! Heck yeah! I’m a big fan of yours!” “Yep, that’s me- Wait, you’ve heard of me? That’s awesome! I’m a big fan of your work!”

“Awesome buddy! So uh… got any clue what’s going on here? Kenna is being all… mysterious about why she invited us here, other than the whole mystery thing. Personally I think she’s been reading too many Agatha Christie Novels.” Sean shook his head “To be honest, I’m pretty confused by it all. Half these people are from my college, but the rest I don’t know. Do you recognize anyone?” “Kenna’s the only one I actually know, but I recognize Benjamin Park over there, he’s the one with glasses. He’s a writer.” Ryan said with a quick nod. “I think I’ve seen some of Benjamin Park’s work. He works in comics, right?” “Yes, comics, and good ones if you haven’t read them yet.” Sean nodded. “I’ve read a couple here and there- a friend of mine is a collector.” Ryan smiled “Really? Hmm... I’d like to meet him some time then. Keep this on the down low but I am a fan too. Just like to keep a few things away from the paparazzi, if you know what I mean.” “I’m sure my friend would love to meet you- he’s a great guy. And oh, I understand. It’s hard when everyone seem to know every detail about you.” Ryan nods in agreement, looking around a moment, taking a sip of his wine when he spots another face he knew. “So as far as others I recognize… hmm ah! And over there is one of the Princes of Cordonia, I believe the one that abdicated the throne. The cute one with him in the pink dress looks familiar too but I can’t place where I’ve seen her.” Sean looks over at Leo and the Lady Hana, as he later found out was her name, frowning slightly in thought. “I thought he looked familiar- he used to be on all the gossip websites. I’ve no clue who the girl is, though. His girl, maybe?” he said with a shrug then turns slightly, and points across the room. “The red head over there is my friend Quinn, and the girl with her is Michelle. We actually just got back from…. an Island getaway, so we nearly missed out on this.” Ryan smiles as he looks over at Sean’s friends. “An island getaway with those two? That sounds rather romantic. Reminds me of the time I played a down on his luck smuggler in the South Seas, got the worst sunburn though.” Sean laughed, “Romantic is the farthest thing from it I’m afraid- we were with a group, and some of the people there weren’t our biggest fans… ” He laughs again, “And sunburn is something I’ve been lucky enough to avoid in life.. You got to always slip slop slap!” “Yeah, you got that right! And the natives were restless eh?” Sean grins slightly “Just a little. But they turned out to be pretty great people once they got to know us. Sean then looked around, brows furrowed for a moment. "On a serious note… any clue what we all have in common? Seems like a weird group.” Ryan shrugged. “As for this group, your guess is as good as mine. You know Kenna our host?” Sean shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “I know of her, but we haven’t met until tonight. I thought tonight may be something to do with Hartfeld, like a fundraiser… but it doesn’t seem like it.” Ryan nodded “Same impression I had, fundraising but… no long winded speeches and checkbooks spotted yet, guess we’ll find out together then” Sean laughs warmly “Yes! And so far nobody has come over to shower me in compliments, which is usually the big sign they’d like me to be generous.” He then goes quiet a moment, sipping his drink thoughtfully before changing the subject. “So tell me, how do you know Kenna?” “I met Kenna a ways back at a promotional event for one of my films, her and my friend Cass knew each other and kind of went from there, been friends since. She’s also lent the studio some of the artifacts in her collection for use in the films I’ve been in. And I think they want to use this castle at some point as well.” “Oh wow, that’s great!” Sean grins. “It would be amazing to see some of the artifacts she has- the history behind them would be incredible. I’m surprised they haven’t already used the castle- have you been here before?” Ryan nodded his agreement “Honestly I would like to see them as well. May not look it but a bit of a history buff myself. And no, this is my first time here actually.” Sean smiled thoughtfully as he continued “I think we’re all secretly a history buff. I only just recently became a fan of it myself.” He pauses, sipping his drink and he looks around at the others. “From what a few of the others here have said, nobody has been here before.” From what Ryan could tell, Sean clearly had some misgivings of this whole event, and was on edge, looking around and this crease of a frown always at his temples, something was nagging at him, but it wasn’t for Ryan to pry into. He’d only just met the guy after all. “Then it shall be a new adventure for all of us then.” He responded. Sean sighs, running his hand over his forehead. “I guess I should check in on Michelle and Quinn, see how they’re doing.” He smiled slightly to himself as he looks over at them. “If I’m honest, I hate this kind of thing, so I’m glad to have them here.” Ryan follows his gaze and smiles, then with a final sip he emptied his glass then setting it aside, he extends his hand again. “Well, I’m going to go do the rounds and see if I can’t sweet talk one of the servants into telling me when dinner is going to be served and when I find out more I’ll let you know. And maybe later we can get a chance to see that famous Number Five throwing arm in action!” Sean flashes a smile, shaking his hand firmly. “Sounds great- if you find out, let me know. I’m starving.” He laughs slightly. “And if you can find a football I’ll be more than happy to throw it around! Might break a few things in here though, so best take it outside.” “It’s a deal then! I’ll find a football, and then introduce me to your friends over dinner.” Ryan smiles with a wave as he moves off to continue his search for Kenna or one of the servants. “I’ll see you at dinner!” Sean nods in response, smiling back before moving off to meet some of the other guests. The rest of the night was a little blurry for him at the moment; he remembers meeting a couple other people, James another student at Hartfield University, a writer, who had written the script for that Indi Film that Hollywood was buzzing about. Brandon, a nice kid who worked the coffee shop at the same School, he too wanted to team up for whatever “Mystery Event” Kenna had planned. He also met Quinn, Sean’s friend, her smile was infectious, as was her laugh, and Jess, who went on this amazing cruise and had this crazy to do list with her family from her Grandma’s will. Also a girl named Brooke, a friend of Benjamin Park’s, who at last he also finally got to meet and plug his name in for a role in the upcoming adaptation of one of his comics. None of that mattered anymore though, not after the events that happened at dinner… That scream will stick with him for the rest of his life, which if things continue as they are, won’t be for much longer.   (Parts 2, 3 and 4 coming soon!)

[chocolotte]

List #01

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Only sext

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? It’s impossible to talk to something you don’t have.

3. Have you taken someones virginity? Not even my own.

4. Is trust a big issue for you? It is. Not when I talk to someone generally but when I talk about myself. If I joke a lot about myself, it may seem like I’m an open book but then I’m just not trusting you with the real me.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? We text sometimes.

6. What are you excited for? The discovery of new sustainable planets and a better US president and the ending of all wars.

7. What happened tonight? I got my period, stayed up watched a Netflix show called Santa Clarita Diet, sneaked downstairs to get some cereal and waited for it to be morning.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? Firstly, girls can do the fuck they want. Secondly, I think if people (so also boys) get wasted and do things they’ll regret in the morning, get rude, harass others and/or drive, then yes, I am a little disgusted.

9. Is confidence cute? Confidence is sexy. Being shy is cute. And I have no preference whatsoever.

10. What is the last beverage you had? Ice Tea.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Fully? I used to trust 3 but they’re all gone now.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Three!

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? I wanna say study but I know it’s a lie.

14. What are you going to spend money on next? Probably a sandwich at school in two weeks.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? In a way? I’ve kissed no one and I’m going out with no one.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Positively.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? My girlfriend and my diary.

18. The last time you felt broken? 26th of February 2017.

19. Have you had sex today? Nope.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? That I’m just a tiny human being.

21. Are you in a good mood? Yeah!

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Only with professional protection and just generally professionals around. I wouldn’t want to do anything wrong and scare/hurt the animals.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Mine are blue-greyish but I really should check his! I think so, we’ve got genetically a lot in common.

24. What do you want right this second? Chocolate.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? “Way to go, Harry!” (in the positive way)

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yep. I’m too much of a chicken to dye it. I’m afraid it’ll ruin my hair.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I don’t think so because laughing is one of my favourite things to do and I would probably get very self conscious about my own laugh and jokes.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Someone’s reply on a thread in my roleplay blog. It was blunt.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? I do.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? I believe so. But not everyone deserves it as much and not everyone deserves a complete new start like the first chance.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? No way! 

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? She sure does.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Absolutely not.

34. Listening to? Sign of the times by Harry Styles.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Yeah, a lot of the time! Especially when taking notes in class or around my sketches.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? I haven’t kissed anyone yet, sorry!

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Not a firm believer of that one. I like the idea of falling in love with a best friend instead.

38. Who did you last call? My mum.

39. Who was the last person you danced with? Myself actually! And before all my one-person-underwear-parties, I think my mum. But it was a while ago.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? I haven’t properly kissed anyone woah.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Oh, way too long ago! Last week when my mum tried out a new, healthy recipe with dried fruit. It was delicious.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? Not yet, I’m still in bed!

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Multiple times. Way too multiple times...

44. Do you tan in the nude? Nope, but in as little as possible.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Again, I’m gonna have to ignore all the kissing questions for now aha.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Yes.

47. Who was the last person to call you? My mum.

48. Do you sing in the shower? If you can describe it as singing... haha.

49. Do you dance in the car? If you can describe it as dancing... haha.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Only a plastic one.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? My first communion.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Phantom of the Opera certainly isn’t.

53. Is Christmas stressful? Yes! My mum goes into full cleaning up/cooking for an army/decorating for a week mode. And guess who gets to help!

54. Ever eat a pierogi? I had to Google this and the answer turns out to be no.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Blueberry! Or Cherry!

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Princess, maybe Barbie doll.

57. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? So many times! Even after my professor took all the magic of it away by explaining it’s just overstimulation of some neurons that make it feel like we’re experiencing something familiar...

59. Take a vitamin daily? You would expect so since my dad’s a doctor but no.

60. Wear slippers? When it’s warm out!

61. Wear a bath robe? Rarely!

62. What do you wear to bed? Nothing. Or sometimes my silk pj or a night gown. You know, the usual night time clothing.

63. First concert? Clouseau.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Haven’t been to any of those! I’m gonna go with Target.

65. Nike or Adidas? Does it matter? Nike.

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflower seeds.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? How can you pick a favourite?! Right now, perhaps “Clean”. (or Shake it off when I’m really happy)

69. Ever take dance lessons? Yes! When I was little, around 10 or so. I did it for a year and a bit.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Anything creative. Or just anything, I don’t know, I keep thinking of Harry Styles so this is hardly fair.

71. Can you curl your tongue? I just tried and can confirm this.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? We don’t have those over here! So no.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes! Especially during books, movies, concerts and out of love.

74. What is your favorite book? I can’t choose. You can’t make me. I’m gonna say “Nieuwsgierige Lotje” by Lieve Baeten because it’s my childhood.

75. Do you study better with or without music? Without.

76. Regularly burn incense? No, but my mum does!

77. Ever been in love? I hope that’s what love felt like, yeah.

78. Who would you like to see in concert? Harry Styles. OR NO One Direction as a band!

79. What was the last concert you saw? Fifth Harmony.

80. Hot tea or cold tea? Hot!

81. Tea or coffee? Well I’ve never tried coffee before so tea.

82. Favorite type of cookie? American chocolate chip.

83. Can you swim well? Yeah but I don’t have a lot of stamina so I should probably answer no.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yeah, pretty long as well. Over a minute usually.

85. Are you patient? I’d love to think I am. I’m always the one taking their time to cross the road and actually stand in line for something so yeah, I think I am. Unless I’m waiting for something exciting to happen, then I think 

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Band. But how about a solo artist?

87. Ever won a contest? Yeah a few! Uh I became fifth in a national journalist competition once. Won a prize with a math quiz once. Oh and this one time I won a trip to Brasil with EF. Well, my sister won it but I made the video for her and it’s the video that won, right? Haha. I also became first at a running competition once but you know, I was the only participant so yeah...

88. Ever have plastic surgery? Nope.

89. Which are better black or green olives? Green but I like neither to be honest.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Fine by me, really. But if you want to wait because you believe in something and you treat sex with a symbolic respect, then I’m also pro that!

91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room.

92. Do you want to get married? With the right person, yes.