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It was sort of hard not to take notice of her paling expression. Perhaps he had said something upsetting? A pang of guilt hit him then but he brushed it away and hoped that the bit about not being messed with didn’t have a lasting effect down the line. Lord knows how Iz would torment him if he pushed her away. But, There was a side to her she hadn’t quite revealed. Whatever troubles she carried he’d make sure to find in time though. Curiosity tended to get the better of him, much to his own demise though. It took Adam a long moment to dig for any happy holiday related memories he had but eventually he found one memorable enough to share. 

“Halloween. Hands down. When I was little my sister would take me out around our neighborhood to trick or treat because my dad always ended up refusing to go out. I never really had a good costume though. But that didn’t stop us from goofing off and having some fun. She even took me to the bigger houses to scrape in a few big bars. By the end of the night we had a pretty good stash. She even kicked the shit out of this kid that was teasing me in school when he tried to take the candy we got!”

He had a fond expression on his face as he recollected past events. The rather pleasant feeling that came with said happy memory was quickly replaced with a deep rooted feeling of sorrow and dread. Adam couldn’t help but wonder how things would have ended up for them  both had he not caved to his anger and sought an easy way out. There was no sense in worrying about that now though. If things were different he never would have met Angela after all. It was her turn to give a story though. There was a whole plethora of things he wanted to know about her but in the end he decided to continue to play it safe and just turn the question back on her. Maybe they enjoyed the same holiday! 

“And that’s it from me! But what about you Angie? You got any interesting Holiday tales? Maybe from a like able Holiday perhaps?”

He shot a smile in her direction as they walked and basked in the bittersweet feeling of her hand entwined with his. It felt weird in some way knowing that yesterday he could’ve vanished into obscurity and not have been missed by a single soul. But Angela found him. And she cared about him, making all the difference in the world. Things were finally seeming to shape up for him. The impending mall seemed to answer his question on what she had planned but nothing was one hundred percent certain to him yet.

At the mention of his warm holiday memory Angela's eyes lit up and the edges of her lips rose to take the form of a smooth curve rather than the firm smile that had been glued on her face since she had been made uncomfortable at the mention of her immunity in the city. Nodding along with each breath he took while he explained his time with increasing excitement, the blonde was left pondering what could have happened to him that sent him here by the end of his story. Away from his home, found in a campus parking lot covered in grime and looking as unkempt as he did confused. Somewhere, he apparently had a family...unless something went very wrong in the time span that would lead him up to this point. The odds of that happening were extremely low when she factored in the chances that another would have to join "the unluckiest people in the town" basket. Shaking off the thought for now, Angela brought up her free hand to comment on his admission and offer a short quip.

"Your older sister beat a bully up for you? 'And you got a lot of candy? That sounds like an amazing time for a Halloween night, Adam! I never really celebrated it myself growing up, but we hold some killer costume parties here now. Maybe we can go! If you're still around, that is. Not that I'm trying to guilt you though!"

Good job, Angie. You bombed that. Stealing her hand away from their shared hold, she played at her hair in an attempt to halt the humiliated blush that was coming upon her cheeks and tuck in the few strands that had been loosened by the vigorous nodding of her head from when he'd been telling her of his Halloween. Although when he'd posed an equal question at her, the woman was bewildered. It was obvious in the sudden squaring of her shoulders and the small gap that appeared between her lips due to the surprise. Then again, Angela never really did open her mouth very much--smiling was a kind and friendly disposition to have. Reliable. As someone who was mute, she found it embarrassing to express herself using her mouth--she felt she just looked like a fish out of water. Trying to gulp in air and being unable to make real use of the action. 'But who ever tried making conversation back with someone unable to speak? Taking notice of this, the blonde quickly shut her mouth and furiously wrote out her response in an attempt to recover from this blunder.

"Oh! Well, there was a time we were driving to a business thing for one of my roommates and the car broke down. It was Christmas and they were pretty upset at first...but everyone wound up like walking together and leaning on each other. Talking to each other. Just real and soft! Those moments are really rare now, it seems. You realise how you truly feel about people. I don't mean to sound too cheesy! I love my fair share of parties and stuff, that's just my favorite. 'But we're almost there!!"

Allowing her phone to finish its chime in her stead, Angela twirled on her heels in order to position herself behind her companion so that she could place her hands on his back and usher him forward with a renewed bounce in her step. The store's display windows were riddled with smooth monochromatic mannequins donned in lavish clothing, accessories, and jewelry -- not one with a price tag visible on an article of clothing. Clearly, she'd planned this ahead of time. 'And upon pushing him into the automatic doors of the shop known as "Albion", a woman no less than forty hurried to the couple with a shimmering name tag that read "Margaret". If she were trying to greet them, she was doing so exactly how you'd imagine someone of this monetary prestige would -- with a scowl and raised brows. It hadn't been the first time Angela had met her, yet she somehow still seemed surprised anytime the blonde needed to partake in the store's stock. Brushing aside the employee's scoffed greeting with a wide smile that was fueled purely by the small burst of adrenaline sent into her at such an act, Angela removed herself from behind Adam to sidle up beside him once more and brush the back of her hand against the back of his.

Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world.

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Finished drawing and Joe. Roughly speaking, I continue the challenge, but still do not know whether to draw Susie or not, because I feel like I’m breathing in the back of the art block

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What we know so far:

This will be the oldest confirmed killer timeline-wise so far.

Speculation:

Are we finally getting the religious killer everyone’s been panting over? Or maybe a plague doctor? The tagline says “In a time of darkness, some look for a light to follow.” This could be something about following a religion or following a god, more evidence towards a priest-type killer. But the Entity has been around forever, and it’s hinted that there are secret societies that knew about it’s existence; all of this DOES take place in what could be a temple of worship. However…

Zooming in above the dangling bit, we can see carvings of what look like cherubim.

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A picture found in the 1993 edition of Fairview High School’s yearbook, taken months before graduation.

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Introducing: The Hoard!

Jackson “The Bloodhound” Graham Age: Old enough. Role of The Hoard: HABIT’s Guard Dog (hehe, pun) Personality Type: Reserved, quiet , introverted, hostile 

Mary “The Ventriloquist” Graham Age: ??? Role Of The Hoard: HABIT’s Second in command, The Advisor Personality Type: Sweet, caring, Maternal but also Hostile and emotionally cold.

Name: Samuel “Mad Rabbit” Arthur Age: 25 Role Of The Hoard: Hitman, Silent Watchman.  Personality Type: Silent, Introverted , annoyed easily , eerily calm 99% of the time

Name: Damian “Saint Rabbit” Deighton  Age: Old as hell Role Of The Hoard: Clean up and Collector  Personality Type: Outgoing, social, goofy and playful 

Name: Johnny “Nny” C.  Age: ??? Role Of The Hoard: Executioner, messenger Personality type: a whole ass mystery, honestly.  

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(08/02/19)

Yeah….. another Jeff the Killer in a baggy sweater with blood-

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Well this blog really yees my haw, can I get a rootin' tootin' cowboy hat like yours.

Well hey, I think it fits ya pretty well there, Pardner ~

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Identity V: Realistic Attempt Photographer 

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I really need to stop using default brushes all the time:,-)

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Doodles of my main

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Sorry, coochie machine broke

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