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“Men who yell at women from cars deserve to be shot.”

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Silence engulfed the halls of the relic home. Whilst all of the mortal occupants found sanctuary in their respective bedrooms, the dead had found it acceptable to step out from within the shadows. One lifeless being, in particular, had taken it upon himself to break the respect of privacy and effectively stalk his newly found prey.
“Here, you will repent for your crimes to the only judge that matters - the almighty God.” Sister Jude had been talking to a new patient, one who thought that he’d be able to take up space as if Briarcliff were nothing more than a holding cell for criminals. Upon hearing feet shuffling behind her and someone clearing their throat, though, the nun dismissed the patient and turned around to face them. “Can I help you?”
&&– Syanthe was strangely calm now after setting the trash cans on fire, her mind finally humming blank. Ignoring the stranger just a little longer to watch the symphony of auburn and gold flames. Sighing dramatically “ It’s a sair fecht. ” Syanthe purposely said it that way so they wouldn’t understand her for the fun of it. “ Why? What’s it to ye? ”
“Why are you visiting me at such an hour?”

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-- “She was my girlfriend.”
*゚‘゚・ fire & ash } ❝ ⇁ Tate! ❞ A soft groan escaped from the youth’s lips upon recognising his mother’s shrill voice; apparently ignoring the door wasn’t working any more, she’d even beckon him from the fucking street. Tate lay back on the bed, pale hands covering his ears - just until Constance gave up and wandered home to the very next house on the street. He reveled in the silence until a sharp, much closer whisper uttered his name.
What felt like cold breath on the boy’s ear sent shivers down Tate’s spine; he immediately lunged forward, propping himself up on the bed with his palms - one of the ghosts wanted his attention. Tate slid off the bed and wandered down to the basement, where mischief from the ghosts was most commonly made. Blond curls slightly obscured Tate’s vision as he tilted his head to peer around the corner ⇁ he raised his eyebrows slightly in curiosity, nobody was in the room; aside from some pretty little redhead bound to a chair at the other end of the basement.
Tristan walked out from his room in the late afternoon looking groggy and rubbed his eyes. “Why has it gotten so boring around here?” He plopped down in the chair and looked around the almost empty lobby. Taking out his phone, he wondered where everyone was. He sent a few texts to Addie and Jeff and put his head back on the chair. It had been awhile since he fed and he wanted to see Jeffrey or Addie pretty badly.
Tristan watched a few people walk through the lobby and check in, rolling his eyes at them as he did so. “There is nothing to do,” he groaned, “someone pay attention to me.” He was whiny and still tired from not getting much sleep the night before.