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  Ellie is no stranger to nightmares. Sheâs learned to keep herself awake to avoid the frightening images that her brain likes to produce. But what can she do when these nightmares come to haunt her while sheâs awake? Itâs a haunting of faces and voices that belong to strangers in her head, but that are so familiar to her heart. Sheâll be in her home, at school, the park, anywhere and hear her named be called. Sometimes the voice belongs to a man; a gravelly voice that tugs at her heart. Other times itâs a woman; something light and silvery. There are other voices, almost none of them are pleasant to hear, and Ellie walks a little faster when she thinks she hears them.Â
  Her hand is starting to cramp as she makes one of her nightmares come to life on paper. The tip of her pencil is almost none existent and her hand is being colored black by the led. She only looks up as she hears footsteps approaching, and smiles at her visitor. â On a scale of one to ten how crazy would I sound if I told you that the world is going to end. And the reason, you may ask? Zombies. â She keeps her tone light and teasing.Â
  She flips her journal over to show them the sketch sheâd been working on. Itâs a person, or rather itâs many people or what used to be people, all melded into one huge being. Thereâs fungus and blood covering most of it, as though the bodies were glued together as their decomposition just started. Â
The woods around the Hunting Dog Cabins werenât exactly Johnâs favourite place, but he knew them well enough after visiting Evie and Rick so often; still, he was so clearly a city boy that everything, from his sunglasses to his really very nice (and too expensive), looked vaguely out of place. He had time to kill after his visit, though; his next shift wasnât until the following morning and he was dawdling down the wooded trail with his headphones in, trying to convince himself that hey, maybe he could live here, it wasnât so bad, when he saw the kid sketching.
Coming a little closer, he realised she wasnât a kid, exactly; she was older than she looked at first glance, and he pulled out one headphone and tilted his head in interest, fully snooping with no shame. He liked people and far preferred conversation to isolation - yet another reason why he wouldnât survive in the wild. Grinning a little, he made a show of flinching back, though in reality he was the furthest thing from squeamish.
âYou know,â he said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on his jaw, âas gross as that is, that actually doesnât surprise me.â It really didnât. Heâd been having a lot of weird nightmares lately; not exactly zombies, but certainly things that shouldnât be alive chasing him through tombs. Clearly heâd been spending too much time listening to Evie drone on about archaeology. The sketch was disturbing, though, for a girl with such a nice face and he squinted at her. âThis is, like, very gross though. Should I be concerned? Start an intervention?â
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âoh, really!â evie could no longer contain her frustration â she was just on the brink of banging the bloody thing against the counter as a last resort; the only thing stopping her was knowing that if she hadnât broken it already, she would surely break it then. âi repel technology, and i have no idea why we must use it for everything.â the gadget in her hand should have been able to look up any member of the library by their library card number, but sheâd be damned if she could even get it turned on. finally, with a frustrated sigh, she gave up and put it aside. âiâve always been more of a pen and paper kind of girl anyway. what can i do for you?â
Remus pulled up the seat opposite the young librarianâs desk, feeling if not exactly awkward, then at least a little worried heâd caused her any distress; then again, examining her further, he thought it was probably just her temperament to express herself so, well, firmly. He couldnât help but grin a little at the thought and said, âIâm the same, to be honest. Hence...â He waved the tattered list at her with a slight wince. âThis stupidly long list. Iâm sorry in advance, but Iâd really appreciate an extra pair of hands in finding these. My brain shuts down when confronted with the Dewey Decimal System, even after all this time.â
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âhuh,â rick huffed, rolling his shoulders back as he squinted off towards the front lawn of the courthouse and law offices. âwell thatâs different.â he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before placing his hands onto his hips. to him, someone toppled a tree and then attempted to run it over. âi mean, itâs a government building so i canât be mad, but iâm also the hired landscaper so iâm pretty damn mad.â he paused and turned to make sure whoever had walked up was still there and he wasnât just talking to himself. âanyway, hope you enjoy the show while i try to figure this out.â
It wasnât deliberate that John had happened upon Rick, but it wasnât an unpleasant occurrence either way; Jonathan was hungover, miserable, and exhausted, had worked twelve hours then gone out for six, and wasnât much in the mood for being alone. However much he drank he tended to be up and about, unless heâd been working nights, and preferred to try and battle with his head in the fresh air. He remembered the days of being eighteen - back when a stiff coffee and a bacon roll wouldâve sorted him out - with blissful regret and squinted at the lawn himself over the top of his coffee. The bright sunshine was making his eyes blurry. âIs the actual line of the grass wonky, or is it just my double vision?â
REMUS LUPIN - ââ ⤠( TEA AND TWEED AND SOFT CLEAN WOOL, RAPID STITCHES DONE UNDER KITCHEN LIGHTS, YEARS OF LONELINESS, BETRAYAL, AND REUNION AND GREY ) welcome, REMUS LUPIN, HE/HIM. before you move in, tell us what you remember: THE BATTLE OF THE DEPT OF MYSTERIES. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live in HUNTING DOG CABINS, and your new job as ENGLISH TEACHER at EDLUND HIGH SCHOOL is waiting for you to begin. ( HARRY POTTER AND HUGH DANCY )
THE BASICS
NAME:Â Remus Lupin
NICKNAMES:Â Moony (? to be plotted because I havenât made a decision on this one yet!)
BIRTHDAY: 10 March
AGE:Â 38
PRONOUNS:Â he/him
LAST KNOWN MEMORY: The Department of Mysteries and Siriusâs death
ORIGINATION: HP (fuck JKR)
FACECLAIM:Â Hugh Dancy

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JONATHAN CARNAHAN - ââ ⤠(  THE ROAR OF GUNS AND THE MUD OF THE TRENCHES, THE SMELL OF THE DESERT AND THE FEELING OF WORN GOLD UNDER YOUR FINGERS, EXPENSIVE WHISKEY SOMEONE ELSE BOUGHT YOU, MARBLE STAIRS, A RIFLE YOU CANâT REMEMBER FIRING, AND FOREST GREEN ) welcome, JONATHAN CARNAHAN, HE/HIM. before you move in, tell us what you remember: THE SECOND DEFEAT OF IMHOTEP/ESCAPING THE COLLAPSING OASIS. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live in GOLDEN FIELDS APARTMENT COMPLEX, and your new job as an EMT at ST MIRACULOUS GENERAL HOSPITAL is waiting for you to begin. ( THE MUMMY AND ILHAN SEN )
THE BASICS
NAME: Jonathan Carnahan
NICKNAMES:Â John, Johnny
BIRTHDAY: June 5th
AGE:Â 33
PRONOUNS:Â he/him
LAST KNOWN MEMORY:Â Escaping the collapsing oasis (end of the Mummy Returns)
ORIGINATION: the Mummy (1999) & the Mummy Returns (2001)
FACECLAIM:Â Ilhan Sen
İlhan Ĺen photographed by Muhsin AkgĂźn (Aug 2021)