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☽↬𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻↫☾  

It was almost hysterical how fast plans could change, cause one moment you are making plans to watch the fireworks with your best friend then the next moment she’s dropping the news that she’s going out of town for the holiday. It sucked because there was no one else he wanted hang with but he didn’t want to hold her back, plus it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t survive without her. Even if he did joke that he was going to die of boredom without her.

Although it really didn’t take all that long before he started missing her like crazy, to the point where it felt like it’s been an eternity since she’s been gone. So the teen took a few days off of work and decided to dip into his savings just to go surprise her, after all she had given him the general location of where she’d be. Yet in a cruel twist of fate, that turned out to be the worst mistake he could have made. Cause instead of being with the girl he loved to death, the Californian spent the past few days living a nightmare. Doing things that scared him worst than anything his father could do and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t stop.

It went on for days and by the time the fourth finally rolled around, things had gotten to the point of no return. But just when all hope seemed lost, a miracle happened. Jane, the girl Max hanged around with, managed to get through to him. All by talking about what she witness when she was in his mind, causing him to shed a tear and regret everything. In the end, Billy knew what he had to do. And he knew it was going to devastate the one person, he swore he’d never hurt. A soft ‘I’m sorry Moonlight.’ escaping his lips before he sacrificed himself to the monster, it was almost ironic that joke had became reality in the end. 

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Joyce didn’t often go to Starcourt.  She was usually at work and in fact had just come from work.  She wasn’t really going to buy anything just sort of looking around.  Joyce had just looked from the window display of one shop and almost walked into her.  “Oh sorry Lydia.”  She said.  “I’m usually better at not walking into people.”

Montana had lost track of how long she'd been dead. She embraced being a ghost though. She could literally be a god in this place. After her death she had been introduced to the other ghosts but went and did her own thing.

She had taken to watching when thrill seekers and such would explore the camp and she'd end up killing them. As she sat on the wooden fence by the front of the camp she watched as a woman walked up the road to the camp. "Hey haven't you heard, camp's closed." She spoke, looking at the woman. "I'm Montana, Montana Duke, the best aerobics instructor around if thats why you're here." She joked, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

        it’s  cause  to  shudder.     𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 .     even  the  slightest  of  movement  causing  eyes  to  dart.     a  sense  that   something’s  watching .     waiting  in  the  shadows  to   consume .     tiny  hairs  along  nape  stand  straight   ,    along  arms  rubbed                              as  if  that’s  enough  to  comfort .     ❛    you  think?    ❜     composure   ,    she’s  always  strove  to  keep   ,    but  her  voice’s  of  cracks   &&   wavers.     the  other’s  hand’s  clung  to  tightly  as  with  a   crunch   beneath  her  feet   ,    she  inches  forward.     ❛    we’re  definitely   𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 .    ❜     there’s  a  low  growl  just  beyond  the  clearing  ahead.    a   struggle   to  keep  the  panic  from  settling  in.     ❛    see   .  .  .   i  always  knew  there  was  something  completely   𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑫   with  this  town   ,    but  does  anyone  ever  actually   listen   to  me?    ❜

“You know Archaic Latin?”  There was surprise in her tone, yes, but also excitement.  No one else spoke Archaic Latin, or at least no one else that Bicé had ever met, but it was the basis for so many modern languages, and that meant that she could not neglect it.  But to come across someone else who knew it, here in this small town that was supposed to be only a brief stop -- she could not believe her luck.  She scrambled to allow the other a better view of the text (a very complicated array of morphologies in several different languages), eyes still a bit wide in her eagerness.  “Do you know anything about Proto-Indo-European?”

               ❛  𝖜𝖊   𝖆𝖗𝖊   𝖔𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊   𝖜 𝖆 𝖛 𝖊 𝖑 𝖊 𝖓 𝖌 𝖙 𝖍,  ❜ compliments   an   intrigued   lydia,   being   of   cultured   taste.   one   might   call   her   a   wine   snob,   knowing   plenty   about  those   spirits   from   the   indulgent   parties  (   and   her   mom’s   weekly   book   club   meetings  )   at   her   inherited   lake   house.    ❛   not   many   people   our   age   seem   to   appreciate   the   beauty   of   a   good   vintage   wine   ...      i   guess   true   ELEGANCE   really   is   a   rarity.   color   me   impressed,  ❜   plush   lips   curve   into   an   appreciative   smirk,   eyes   glimmering   with   her   full   attention   on   daphne.    ❛  that’s    such   a   pretty   shade,   kind   of   like   an   ORCHID  ...   romantic   &   feminine,   yet   sophisticated.   it’s   actually   one   of   my   favorites, ❜   she   adds.    ❛  i’m   thinking   of   having   my   room   painted   that   color.   ❜

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