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Seth Carver

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a character in “Therapy: A True Haunting”, as played by NotSoHeartless

Description

Seth Carver


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PHYSICALITY


Age
19 yrs
Birth date
Sept. 5th
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Height
5'9"
Weight
198 lbs
Build
Average.
Hair
Brunette.
Eyes
Hazel.
Skin
Caucasion.
Handedness
Right.
Disabilities
ASPD with slight DID traits
Scars
Multiple claw marks coat his forearms from animal attacks. One scar begins at the base of his jaw (left side) across the throat, down to his right clavicle.
Tattoos
None.
Basic Description
Smaller than average, he appears slightly malnuraished and easily over-come. However, his confidence and overall 'fuck it' demeanor keeps him from appearing too pathetic. He keeps his hair buzzed, except for his 3-inch long mohawk, which is usually coated in random colours of 'war paint'. He tends to wear clothes which are comfortable rather than 'stylish', though he tends to stay focused towards punk and grunge.


MENTALITY


Personality
He's not a 'people person', but he does have a strong sense of charisma and confidence and he uses those traits to help him 'mingle'. He finds it difficult to truely connect with people on an emotional level, which is the main reason for his treatment, but he has become a talented actor and has figured out how to push buttons to get certain reactions. He is self-serving and bases most of his thinking on 'common sense'. Always looking for a good time, he usually isn't far from trouble, though he doesn't always go looking for it. He understnads something is..'off' about him and is willing to work to make himself better- as long as he isn't changed in the process.
Quirks
None.
Profession
College student.
Hobby
'Inventing'.
Strengths
Reading faces and body language. Confident.
Weaknesses
Not a strong swimmer. Doesn't let people get close (physcially/emotionally)
Likes
Hunting. Art. Goofing off.
Dislikes
Most people. Confinement. People entering his 'bubble'.
Goals
Either get better or get better at acting better.
Fears
Enclosed spaces. Death.
Relationships
Outside of family, nothing substantial. Most 'relationships' were because that person held some use, whether for money, a piece of ass, or transportation.
Relatives
Younger sister by 2 years: Sarah Carver. College student.
Grandparents: John and Karen Carver. Retired police officer and teacher's aid.
Father: Jack Carver. Mechanic.
Mother: Laurie (Carver) Nichols. Unknown.
Rivals
Father.


HISTORY

Born to parents too young and selfish to really care for them, he and his sister, Sarah, were often sent to stay with their grandparents. Seth spent most of his childhood outside, away from his parents, who were too busy partying to take notice of his absence. Domestic abuse was a common thing growing up, but it wasn't until drugs came into the mix that his parent's began to take it out on Seth and his sister. Unlike Sarah, most of the attacks were taken out on him, which began his slow dislike of his sibling whilst simotaneously sending him down a darker path. Since he wasn't powerful enough yet to defend himself, he began taking his frustrations out on animals and other children. Neighborhood cats began disappearing, reports of severe bullying at school, intense sibling rivalry all became normal.

Anything that held a pulse became a play thing. He'd torutre an animal just to see it's reaction, not just out of cruelty, it was his secret way of letting the darker beast within thrive without bringing much suspicion upon himself. With no one to really direct him he learned as he grew. Physical anguish was just one way to get what one wanted, mental anguish soon became a grand new playing field. Weak minded people were easily harnessed. Most 'girlfriends' were children who were scarred some way or an other, much like himself. He thrived in playing the alpha, seeing just how far he could push people. He even once caused a suicide, marking it off as a personal triumph.

However, like most cases, circustances would go unknown and untreated until it proved too late. On a drug-induced binge his parents once again began fighting, only this time his father was on a rampage. His mother having been caught with her long-time love affair, caused the father to question things: like were the children really his? Grabbing Seth, he planned to use him as ammunition against his mother, however on accident due to the mother's sloppy 'rescue' attempts, his throat was slit, leaving a horrible scar across his neck and down his collar bone. He survived, obviously, and his father as well as his mother were arrested. Both, he and his sister were left in permanent care of their grandparents where they underwent special care and recieved the attention and love all children needed. However, 'care' came a bit too late for Seth. He became even more withdrawn and paranoid, and fell even deeper into the darkness which was consuming him. He learned how to act 'normal' to avoid the annoyance of adults who cared too much. His 'darkness' would remain secret until one day his sister would push his luck too far. None the worse for wear, he resolved the issue, but in doing so brought unwanted attention. Hospitalizing his sister wouldn't go unnoticed, however due to his grandparents' influence and a past history of 'special treatments' authority gave him an ultimatum. Either go to prison, or get therapy. Thus, he chose what seemed to be the lesser of two evils.

I hereby give my consent to be included in Mr. Jones psychological experiment. I understand that the procedures will leave me cut off from everything I know and insert me into a new environment. I understand the risks and benefits of the experiment as well as the time required. I understand that other participants will be involved with close quarters, that there is very little privacy, and every action is used in the research. I understand that the results are confidential until published, but that names and ages may be changed upon request.

I understand that once I give my consent to be featured, I may not withdraw.

So begins...

Seth Carver's Story

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The bumpy road eventually woke him up. It was a long way from home and he was relatively surprised he was escorted in a taxi, of all things, to get here. Not that he was complaining. All things considered, he didn't want to make his first impression from the back seat of a police car. He snickered. Then again, that could've been a great conversation starter. He shifted his way to the cab door and squinted his eyes as the sun blazed through the window. From what he could see, he was fairly high up. Trees were everywhere, lining the road and the house ahead, making the area seem forlorn and apart from the rest of the world. He snorted and slumped back into his seat. He supposed he belonged here, the place being so far out in the middle of nowhere. What could happen out here? The thought of having no internet, phones, television..pretty much the amish life if you don't include electricity- which he prayed to god this place had, put a bad taste in his mouth. He was starting to wonder if this place was really the lesser of two evils. At least prison had TV..

As his cab pulled up along side of the building he saw an other pull away. It seemed like people were already filing up. Just how many people are gunna be here? He wondered, watching the empty taxi drive off, trying to ignore the knot forming in his gut. Despite his confindence, he wasn't what you would call a 'people person'. People were dangerous and untrustworthy. Hell, he was a prime example. However, amidst these thoughts his eyes wandered to the front of the building and saw what seemed to be a female enter inside. A smirk found its way to his lips. At least there were chicks. He knew some crazy girls, they were always interesting. Nothing was better than playing with screwed up women.

He'd bide his time before starting anything, get the lay of the land and all that. He'd be stuck with these strangers until this 'therapy session' was done, or if he felt like hiking, however many miles, back towards civilization, so not causing complete chaos was ideal. He helped himself out of the taxi, slinging his pack upon his shoulders. He wasn't a crazy superficial person, he didn't have much- just a few books, spare clothes, hair stuff..He was wishing he had more now, however, upon getting a better look at the place. "Great.." he muttered to himself as his cab drove away, "No going back now.."

He shifted his pack weight and paused a moment, taking a look at the house. Something felt off about the place and it wasn't just that it looked like something spawned out of some horro movie. Something actually felt off. He grimaced and looked around, not wanting to go in but not wanting to stay alone outside, and finally made his way to the entrance with a groan. "So," he called out pushing his way into the building, "Anybody have a look around Bates Motel yet?" He wasn't exactly sure if everyone was supposed to wait in the entrance, he wasn't given any specific directions. He was anxious get things rolling. The sooner this thing starts the sooner I'm out. Also, he wanted first dibs on the best room.

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Theo could hear another car pull up behind her just as she'd entered the house, but she didn't bother to turn back. It was a beautiful home, with wood furnished floors and Victorian styling. She felt a smile appear on her face as she dropped her bags on the edge of the couch.

“Miss Chang?”

The man's voice nearly made her jump a mile, but she turned around to see a kind looking older male smiling at her. “Hai,” she replied a bit nervously, and hadn't even caught the language change in time to correct it. She offered her hand, which he shook.

“So, anybody have a look around Bates Motel yet?”

Theo snorted, she couldn't help it, she was a huge movie fan—especially the old 'psycho' kind—so she picked up the reference. She shook her head as an answer. “Just me so far, and I've only just arrived. Love the hair, by the way.”

Was it possible this boys presence was calming her down? Probably. Nothing could sooth her nerves better than a movie reference and a mohawk. She loved the hair style for some reason. It was liking giving the middle finger to the world, and that was an attitude she could relate with.

At least she was speaking English again. So far things were looking up.

Beside her, the man she'd pegged as Dr. Jones just chuckled a slightly disapproving laugh, and offered his hand for the second time. “Ah, and Mr. Carver.”

But before he could say anything else, a commotion outside quickly stole his attention. “Ah...Miss Chang...that didn't sound to good...if you wouldn't mind?”

Theo shook her head a little and resisted the urge to lift on her tiptoes and run her fingers over the brightly colored mohawk as she stepped out of the house. Her eyes quickly fell on the cause of their distraction and she winced.

A dark haired male was laying flat on his back, knee in his arms, luggage around him. It seemed as if the cab had left in a hurry, but she was too far behind to know what was actually going on.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, a little hesitantly as she started to walk over towards him. In her past, asking guys if they were okay hadn't always worked out in her favor. Something about demoting their masculinity, she supposed.

Just as she'd knelled down by the boy in question, her attention was grabbed by the arrival of a green car. Not a cab? Patient, or doctor, or something else?

Her question was quickly answered when the driver got out. At first, she didn't notice it. He was dressed simply, tall and built, it was only when he turned that she saw the scars. She felt bad for staring, but it was only for a moment. Not because of guilt, but because he wasn't her main focus at the moment.

Theo wasn't a very superficial person herself, she'd just been shocked for a moment. She'd never seen that much scarring. But more interested it the scars themselves...she was interested in the story behind them. Yeah, she was that person.

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He had to admit he was impressed by the beauty of the building inside. Old things just seemed more put together, more cherished in a way. It was rare to walk into a modern home and see all the tiny intricate details embedded into the wood furnishings and the overall design of the house itself was just pretty. He still didn't like the place though. Call him superstitious or whatever, something just didn't feel right. As big and beautiful as the house was, it was cold and unwelcoming, like something dead had wrapped it's cold and clammy arms tightly about him. He shivered, turning his attention to those before him.

"Just me so far, and I've only just arrived. Love the hair, by the way.” He grinned widely and shifted his pack, proud to already have an admirer. It wasn't exactly the kind of style people deemed 'normal', so it was cool to get comments every now and then. Especially from the female sort. "Yeah," he chuckled, "it's pretty awesome." However, the tone in the older man's laugh caused his smile to lessen some. He hesitated a moment, but walked up and took his hand. "You the Doc?" He asked flatly, but before the guy could respond some noise distracted him from outside. “Ah...Miss Chang...that didn't sound to good...if you wouldn't mind?” He frowned watching the girl turn and meet whatever disturbance was outside. Great, he mentally groaned, Now I'm stuck alone with this old goat.. He took a few steps back toward his original spot near the entrance. He was curious as to what was going on outside, but he wasn't nobody's errand-boy. He was sure he'd find out eventually.

He eyed the stranger, looking him up and down. There wasn't anything all that striking about him, he looked rather average, but then again, looks could be deceiving. "So.." he drawled out, not a fan of awkward silences, "Just how many other people are going to be coming? This guna be some group-hug kind of therapy? Cause honestly..I really don't think that's guna happen." He wasn't trying to be deliberately rude, it was just the way words came out sometimes. He had no issue speaking his mind, the hard part was keeping his thoughts entirely to himself. He wasn't what people would call a 'people person' and wouldn't debate it. He knew he was a selfish bastard, but he didn't care. As long as he could get along with little attention, things would be great, but that was the reason he was here. Attention, and not the good kind.

"We're not going to find out everybody's life stories, right?" He asked, his brows knotting in concern, "I get the whole 'get better thing', but I'd rather people not know my shit. It's nobody else's' business.." It was bad enough that the doctor knew what had happened and that he was here in the first place, but his life wasn't something that was going to be displayed like some little project for the group to critique.

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A cold chill rushed over his body as the doctor explained how things would be.Damn right, my secrets are mine to keep. He was relived, but also very annoyed. There were certain things that shouldn't be brought up when one was going to spend however long with however many people. The fact that he could've been in prison instead of here was one of those things. Knowing that this man held all of his personal information caused an instant dislike. It wasn't the old goat's fault, he just didn't like anybody who held any sort of power over him. This man was his ticket back to 'the real world', so to speak. Knowing that he had to please this guy to get what he wanted made him bitter. So far, however, the guy seemed alright, he just hoped things would remain that way. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen afterall.. He kicked that last sarcastic thought out of his head and nodded, acknowledging he understood the man's words.

He remained quiet a spell, stewing over what was said, Monthly meetings, eh? His brows knotted slightly in confusion. Did that mean everyone was going to be living with eachother and then meet up each month, or was everybody going to be given separate treatment, then meet up and go over shit? "Just how many people are coming to this thing?" He wanted to know if he could handle living with a large amount of strangers or not. He could have all the confidence in the world, but that didn't mean he actually enjoyed people's company, especially if that company was bat-shit crazy. He scoffed at his thoughts, Eh. It'd be the same way in the slammer, I guess.

His attention turned as the entrance opened and revealed the Asian chick, along with two others. His brows rose and a comical grin slowly began to manifest as he saw one boy being carried in. However, his grin quickly faded away as he noted the carrier's wounds. Unconsciously, his hands traced down his neck upon his own scar. Jeez.. He gawked, thanking his brain for keeping that internal. The guy was obviously strong, carrying the other seemingly without effort. Last thing he wanted was to give the wrong impression and get beaten to a bloody pulp. He turned his eyes and watched as the girl sat the luggage down. He was happy when she asked, "Is this it?" since he was wondering the same thing. He turned to the doctor and was surprised he acknowledge that it was. He expected there to be a lot more, given the size and location of the house. "So, uh..what's the plan then Doc?" He was anxious to know just what the man had in store for them. What kind of treatments would they be getting, what other people were lurking about the house, where would they bunk, where was the kitchen? All these things he hoped the old goat would touch upon. He hated not knowing.

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This place sounded more like summer camp than it did a friggin psychward. Not that he was complaining. Pretty much the only similarity this place had as far as seeming professional, were these 'sessions'; and he was perfectly fine with that. With this new onslaught of information, Seth was practiaclly jumping for joy. A broad grin soon found its way upon his lips. Who'd have thought that he'd be living in a place like this after all the shit he went through? And to think, he almost said' fuck it' and chose jail! This place definately, seemed more like a paradise than an institution, but he supposed everything was that way for us special people. The insane were 'misunderstood', 'troubled', 'just needed to be cared for and shown the correct paths to life'. Hell, he could just about kiss all those human right activists right now. However, one thing caught his attention. The doc never spoke of other orderlys or people to help him. He supposed he wouldn't raise any hiffs about it, he'd find out on his own. It'd be a terribly funny thing, though, if everyone here were to go ape-shit against this guy. One man, as far as Seth could tell, wouldn't be very hard to take down. Not that he would take him down.. A little planning ahead never hurt anything.

He looked over towards the trio, catching the girl's name. "It's Theo, by the way. My name." He tilted his head some, studying her. She was cute, he'd give her that. A mischeivious smirk unconsciously broke out. Ha. That's not the only thing I'd give her. As if reading his mind, the doctor tacked on the whole crying wolf thing, which caused his smirl to instantly go away. "Well that's not fair," He spoke aloud, more to himself than anything, "What if she's lying?"

He let those words hang as the scarred man set the other kid down. He chuckled as the injured guy spouted off. His humour was cut short as yet an other person made their presence known. He perked up up hearing the voice, it sounded female. "Heeeyyy," He stated, a little more amused than he probably should, "Sounds like an other chick." He smiled, looking at Theo. "At least you wont be the only girl surrounded by us 'wolves' anymore right?" He joked a tad bit sourly, but his smile dropped as a sudden thought hit him, "Unless, that's just a girly sounding guy out there..in that case we're all screwed."

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Murphy took the pills and water. He took a drink before popping the pills. "Thank you." He took the pills and another swig of the water. He slunk back into his seat and felt completely embarrassed from the blurting out. He heard Theo and wanted to respond, but the words completely seemed to escape him. He was still trying to think of what he might do the next time he felt the need to pipe up when there was a knock at the door. He turned in his seat as the doctor answered the door. A short young woman with a round face and a male escort of some kind came in. He felt he didn't dare speak again at first, and so just seemed to stare at them coming in.

Well now, who's this? The only one in this room that looks more like he needs a good sock in the nose is that mohawked punk in the corner. You see this Murphy? Murphy could see and hear the darker of the personalities sitting on the back of one of the chairs on the other side of the room. He was gesturing to the young man who'd just walked in with the girl. How can you stand it here? We're here, what, ten minutes? You've already gotten assaulted by a cabbie, picked up by one of the other, what should I call them, patients? More like toys. Look at this place. You really think they want you to get better in here? I figure it's a fight to survive. He stood and approached the young man who came in with the young woman. And what the hell do you think you're doing here? He turned and disappeared as Murphy began to snap out of it, rubbing the bridge of his nose and trying to concentrate on what was being said.

Murphy whispered to himself, though probably loud enough for some of the people closer to him, "Why do I get the feeling we're all just going to get crazier while we're here?"

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Catherine stood in front of the mansion door, waiting for a response, while Karkat glanced around the mansion grounds. The old brick house towered above them and silently watched the pair with dozens of curtained glass eyes. The sinking dusk darkened the mansion to dull ochre. The faint light from the many windows glowed faintly against the coming dark. The spires and towers of the mansion cast long shadows which disappeared into a looming forest that surrounded the house from all sides, but could not overtake the cold stone and mortar. Not yet.

Catherine noted with glee that the mansion seemed high enough and large enough to indulge her itch for exploration. With that many window sills and wallholds, I’ll be able to get to the roof from almost anywhere! Pawsome! she thought as she bounced up and down in anticipation. Maybe I can climb in my room and surprise everyone. She frowned and her eyebrows wrinkled in thought. Wait. No. Bad idea. The windows might be locked. She crossed her arms and tapped her cheek with a finger while she scanned the house’s exterior.
Karkat noticed her typical “I’m Thinking” expression while she looked over the house. He gave a heavy sigh.
“C’mon Nep you haven’t been inside two seconds and you’re already-

The large door before them swung open with a soft moan. At the threshold stood a man in a pressed suit jack and hat looking down at her with a smile. This must be Doctor Jones! He looks happy to see me. I hope hasn’t been waiting too long. Though a little startled, Catherine gave him an enthusiastic smile. Okay, girl. This is it. We purrceed purrfessionally and tactfully. Politeness judo go! She imagined a fader in her head as she slowly toned down the smile on her face from a high powered “beaming” to a half-lit “faded.”

“Good evening, Doctor Jones,” she said as she crossed the threshold. Karkat followed in wordlessly, keeping his eyes on the Doctor as the pair entered into a main room of sorts. “I’m Catherine Leijon-Delgado and I apologize for my lateness.” The words came out perfectly polished and practiced. Utterly artificial, but that was what she was going for. She gestured to her boyfriend trailing behind her with a look of calculated disinterest. "This is Karkit-er, Karkat Vantas, a purrsonal accquaintance who will be-" She stopped midsentence, catching the pun a little too late. Catherine huffed and started over. "Excuse me. a personal accquaintance who is here to take my things to my living space." She then caught sight of four other people in the main room.

Leaning by a nearby couch was an Asian woman who looked like she had walked out of those magazines that Karkitty kept lying underneath his bed (Catherine loved to steal these magazines and replace them with some of her old Cat Fancy issues just to see his utterly enraged sputtering.) On the couch was a man with dark brown curly hair who had a hand at the side of his leg and a faintly pained expression. This immediately worried Catherine and she took a step towards him. She restrained herself from asking if he was alright, however, when she spied the orange bottle of painkillers in his hand. Catherine glanced at the others in the room; a grinning boy who didn't seem much older than her with hair done up in a spiky fauxmohawk and a big man who had half a face of melted wax. She stared at him for a moment, wondering how she could persuade him to let her feel his face.

She walked forward to introduce herself. If these were the other patients, she could take a more relaxed tone with them than the Doctor right? She gradually loosened the reigns on her smile.

"Hi there! I'm Catherine and I'll be in furrepy with you guys. Pleased to meet you," she said enthusiastically. "When can I put my stuff in my room? Karkitty over here is getting purrety tired lugging around my stuff."

"Hey, Fuckass," growled a voice behind her. Karkat had stalked over when he noticed him eyeing Catherine. "Yeah, I'm talking to you shit-licker. David Beckham called: he wants his scalp back."

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Things were going well. Regardless, if everyone here had 'the crazies', he wasn't feeling too out of place. Hell, Theo was even laughing at his jokes, and laughing was good, right? Sure, it was. It meant acception, it meant 'you're alright', it meant 'I don't think you're an asshole'. It was a nice change of pace.

Then the door opened. He was happy to see that it was, in fact, an other chick. She even seemed kind of cute, but then that all too familiar sound of testosterone shredded the air."Hey, Fuckass.." His eyes trailed away from the new girl to the wana-be macho man behind her. His grin faltered as he looked from Scar-guy to Murphy and then to Theo. Does he know somebody here? Who is he talking to? He stopped and straightened. His eyes once again on the couple and he pointed to himself. "Me?" He asked, more confused than anything. "Yeah, I'm talking to you shit-licker. David Beckham called: he wants his scalp back." There was a pause, and then there was laughter. Did he really just give me a call-back insult? Oh, man, we have a badass here. "What are you in 5th grade? You seriously might want to stop and think about what you're doing right now."

Once he got the laughing out of his system, he took a step forward and rolled his arms. It was all show, he wasn't planning on touching him-not unless the prick made a shot first. Not like the guy knew he was faking or not anywho, but he wouldn't be held responsible for what would happen. He'd wait and claim 'self defense', then he'd let loose some tension. "You do know where you are right?" He asked nodding his head about the room. His movements were a tad rushed as he held his swiveling fingers close to his face, motioning the typical 'crazy' sign. "For all you know, I could be one of those cer-aaa-zy people." He emphasized 'crazy', with a quick head shake and a higher pitch in tone. He always did like theatrics. "I could drop you, skull fuck the shit out of whatever rocks you have rattling up there and have a fucking tea party with your corpse." He stopped and stood straight, folding one arm about his chest and resting the other upon his chin in a serious hard-thinking pose. "I think I'd call you Mrs.. Nesbitt." He said casually.

It was hard to stop once he got going and he somewhat regretted his performance, but only for a moment. This is who he is. Better to let everyone see how he could be and get it out of the way rather than dance around the subject later on.

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"Why do I get the feeling we're all just going to get crazier while we're here?"

Theo glanced at Murphy for a moment. Honestly, she was starting to get the same feeling. Every once and awhile she could feel the little hairs on her arms stand up, for seemingly no reason at all. She was prone to hallucinations and strange feelings though, it was a side effect of never sleeping. The brain didn't power down so it started to go a little crazy.

But something just didn't...sit right in her stomach. And usually that wasn't a feeling she could ignore very well. She had good instincts for a crazy person...well, better when she'd had some sleep...it'd been, what, three nights since her last bout? Of course the signs were well covered by make-up but...More important things. Dr. Jones was returning to the room, with a couple following him.

“Not a problem Miss Delgado? Or do I need to hyphenate?” He was unsure, trying to remember back to her file, but shook it off. He was sure it would be of more importance at a later time. “We've all just arrived.”

Theo, from her spot on the couch, grinned at the introduction of the boyfriend. Karkat. What an interesting name. She, however, with her own broken english didn't recognize the cat-puns. She was thinking on that while Dr. Jones was politely introducing them.

She noticed the girls eyes travel over their group of misfits, landing only a bit longer on Murphy and the guy that reminded Theo of military movies. Catherine observed him like Theo did—with more of an interest than disgust of fear.

Theo, for one, was very interested in him. She loved scars. Maybe it was a sick sort of fascination, but every single one had a story behind them. And as brutal as she was sure his was, she wouldn't mind hearing it one day.

Her brows knit together as Catherine introduced herself. Furrepy? What? She was about to introduce herself, and maybe ask, when the boyfriend suddenly spoke up: "Hey, Fuckass,Yeah, I'm talking to you shit-licker. David Beckham called: he wants his scalp back."

For a moment Theo arched an eyebrow, thinking he was possibly talking to her, to which she was going to retort something about how that was no way to talk to a girl, and that Catherine wasn't even her type. Not that she wasn't pretty, but Theo had a thing for either guys or blondes. Even bisexual, she had types.

Then she realized he was actually talking to Seth, who burst into laughter the moment he realized it too. Whatever the insult was, it was lost on the foreigner in the room. She hadn't been in America long enough to pick stuff like that up. The curse words she got—first words she learned, even pressed together. But as for David Bekham and his scalp? Color her lost.

For a moment, she was actually frozen in her spot, watching Seth threateningly roll his arms. She figured he could take someone out pretty easily. She didn't want them to fight, but she kind of wanted to see it happen. Like when there was a car accident on the road—it was horrible, but oddly fascinating.

"I could drop you, skull fuck the shit out of whatever rocks you have rattling up there and have a fucking tea party with your corpse."

Theo snorted. That snapped her out of her trance. He was pretty damn funny for one thing, but that sounded a little more like her. Not that she'd honestly do it (she hoped) but she had some nasty daydreams sometimes. Usually associated with the amount of sleep she was or wasn't getting.

"JESUS! SHUT UP!"

Theo jumped about a mile in the air. She'd been right next to Murphy and hadn't expected the outburst at all. Granted she had a one tract mind and had been much more focused on the theatrics in front of her.

The room went oddly quiet as Murphy finished his rant off with one more request for everyone to shut up. She had half the mind to stand, put herself between the boys and push them away from each other, but she was very where aware of where she was, and there was a good chance touching Seth could set him off. What to? She didn't know. But it could happen. She didn't particularly like being touched either.

“Well then,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “We should...um...pick our...kotoba wa nani o noshi masu ..” she mumbled the last part to herself, very quietly, before sitting up suddenly. “Rooms. We should pick our rooms. Yes?”

She looked at Dr. Jones who nodded his confirmation before turning his attention to the extra male in the room. “Mr. Vantas, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Terribly sorry but...as you can see we have quite the...interestig group.”




[kotoba wa nani o noshi masu = what's the word]

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Well. That had been something.

Jacob had watched, a safe distance away, as first a new couple arrived...then the explosion as a boyfriend's foolish jealousy met with a lunatic's raving madness. Things even looked like they might get physical for a moment- something a part of him almost hoped for...but then that kid with the ran over foot decided to be an adult. It was all for the best really, would be a shame to begin this with a visit from the local police.

His eyes swept across the gathered group, something the maniac had said echoing through his mind- "For all you know, I could be one of those cer-aaa-zy people" it was true, no one here knew anything about the others- save, of course, for the Doctor. His files would include notes on the various psychological issues present. But the rest? It was like a game of Blind Man's Bluff involving razorblades and pit-bulls- You felt about in the dark...always a breath away from danger.

Tempers set aside for a moment, the Asian girl had asked about the rooms- it was time to make himself heard.

"I second the thing about the rooms. Assuming of course you boys are done seeing who can pee the farthest?" he grins slightly, a sight not exactly pleasing on the eyes with his facial scarring- he almost resembled Two-Face from Batman...the laughing voice in his head giving more truth to that idea..it had it's own ideas about the tension built up in the group.

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He remained standing his ground eye-fucking the male. What would he do now that his pride had been put on the line? Would he spout off again, or would he come in for the kill? Oh, god, he hoped for the later, it would be a great release to knock some teeth loose or break a nose- something to spill maybe just a little bit of blood. People always freaked out when blood got in the mix. Why stop there? A persistent whisper itched in the back of his skull, Go all the way. Who would blame you? He started it. Finish it. Paint the walls red. His eyes were cold as he stared at Karkat. It wouldn't be hard to do- to kill the fucker. Humans were, of course, a bit different than animals, but they were just as fragile. He was already the cause of one life, although indirectly, why not add another to the list? His fingers rubbed and plucked at his arms, itching to do something. Little did he know that the same bloodlust would be coursing through Karkat, demanding blood. Demanding death.

His train of thought, however, broke as the Irishman exploded. He jumped at the sudden outburst. All he could manage was to stare at Murphy as he ranted along. Irritation didn't sink in until after the initial shock wore off, and when it did his brows knotted. He was so close and this guy had to butt in and play negotiator! He almost told the kid to mind his own business, but others from the peanut gallery piped up as well. He glared from Murphy to the scarred man, to the Doctor and then turned his attention back towards Karkat. He wasn't exactly happy the douche was being told to leave, but then again, it did please him knowing that he'd be here with his girlfriend whilst he wouldn't be. He shivered internally when he saw the man with the scar seemingly smile. Some things should just get put down. "Yeah, whatever.." He mumbled upon people choosing their rooms. "Have a nice trip, Karkitty. I'm sure Cat will have a ball here." He smirked, throwing that hard truth out there in hopes of riling up one last reaction.

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Well that escalated quickly.



Catherine grabbed Karkat as he lunged for Spiky McCrazyclaws, hooking her arms under his armpits and struggled to keep Karkat in place as he launched himself into one of his famous tantrums.

"OH. OKAY. YOU WANT TO HAVE TEA YOU DOUCHEBAGGING, IDIOTIC, BITCHFUCK? WELL HAPPY DAY, WE SHALL HAVE SOME GODDAMN TEA! MS. NESBITT HERE, WITH A GOURMET MIX OF PISS STONES STRAINED AND SIFTED BY SWISS ARTISAN HANDS FROM THE BLEEDING, CANCER-RIDDEN HEMORRHOIDS OF A MILLION MICROSCOPIC WEEPING LEPRECHAUNS, PREPARED IN AN ANTIQUE PORCELAIN PIECE ACQUIRED BY MY GREAT-GREAT GRANDMOM FROM THE DUKE OF FUCKASS THROUGH A STEADY EIGHT MONTH PAYMENT PLAN OF ASS-TO-MOUTH ORGIES WITH INTEREST; THE BREW'S REPULSIVE PISSSHITESQUE AROMA WAFTS GENTLY INTO YOUR HALF-PLUGGED NOSTRILS, MALFORMED FROM CENTURIES OF INCEST. HERE, ALLOW ME TO WRAP YOUR COCK IN A MINT-CONDITION COCKSLEEVE WORN BY THE SYPHILITIC WHORES OF FRANCE IN PREPARATION FOR MY SKULLFUCKING. I PROPOSE A TOAST: TO ALL THE RAINBOW COCKHUMPING WHINING FUCKS OF THE WORLD. AND WHEN WE RAISE THE VILE, SHIT-BROWN BREW TO OUR PARCHED LIPS I SHALL PAUSE AND ASK: WOULD YOU LIKE ONE SHIT LUMP OR TWO?"

Catherine was about to join the screaming match with her own harsh words for Karkitty when the boy with the pretty brown curls and the injured leg rose up.

"JESUS! SHUT UP"

The room was quiet. "The two of you need to just shut up. I mean we're here for what, a few minutes and already I've gotten hit by a cab and the two of you are going off you CAME here argue. Just settle down!" He looked at McCrazyclaws and Karkat "Come on now, you two don't even know each other, you get in the same room and are ready to start throwing punches. Now if neither of you feel the need to show off anymore, why don't you put 'em away, sit back down and just get f..."

Catherine saw him raise a hand to his head and the boy seemed in good need of a catnap. "Just get calm and let's at least finish the day out, huh? Now maybe I want for the day to end more than some of you so I can sleep through the pain in my leg, but the sun is already going down and we're all strangers to this place. Please, let's at least bring this night to a close before we start killing each other." She saw him rustle around for a smooth brown pipe which he stuck in his mouth like one of the old adventure-gallants she read in her forays into steam punk, except with less gallant and more "i-just-got-run-over-by-a-car."

Karkat slowly stopped writhing in her arms and Catherine let him go with a hard look. He looked away, face flush with a mixture of shame and guilt creeping over his face. But his remorse did nothing to assuage the anger and embarrassment blistering in Catherine's tummy like a bowl of leftover noodle soup

"Well then," spoke up the woman standing beside him. "We should um...pick our..." A brief stream of strange words followed and Catherine tilted her head in confusion. "Rooms. We should pick our rooms. Yes?"

Another voice caught Catherine's attention. "Mr. Vantas, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Terribly sorry but...as you can see we have quite the interesting group." Catherine saw Karkat open his mouth but she cut him off in as even a voice as she could muster.

"You will leave. Now," she said. Karkat blanched and swallowed his words. He gave a silent nod and let the bags he was holding lean gently against the couch. The half-faced man began to speak in a deep tone making it apparent that he was the eldest of the group perhaps excepting Dr. Jones.

"I second the thing about the rooms. Assuming of course you boys are done seeing who can pee the farthest?"

Karkat tensed but said nothing as he made an about face and walked to the door. "Bye Neps," he said quietly, his eyes not quite reaching hers. The feeling in her tummy bubbled away inside Catherine leaving an empty sigh in its place. She looked to the floor.

"Bye," she managed lamely.

"Yeah, whatever..." said McCrazyclaws. "Have a nice trip Karkitty. I'm sure Cat will have a ball here."

Catherine wheeled around on him with a soft swish of her heavy olive jacket. Suddenly, a white hot pang of fury shot through her. She stalked up to the boy, her small round face twisted in rage, until she was close enough to see the jagged pinkish-white scar running curving from his jaw to his collarbone. Catherine peered up at him, only about half a foot taller than her. Cat scratches? Purrfect. Her voice came in short hisses and her amber eyes flashed, sharp and narrow, from underneath her black bangs.

"You. Do not. Get to call him Karkitty. And you. Do not. Get to call me Cat."

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He..wasn't expecting that. He was expecting something, but not quite that. He stood in awe, watching Catherine hook her arms about Karkat and hold him back. It was like watching one of those Jerry Springer shows, you just couldn't look away. He didn't know whether to laugh, to gape, or to just walk away. It was quite the comical predicament. Eventually, probably against his better judgment, he chose to laugh. It was the best medicine afterall.

"Wow," he chuckled to himself, "And he's sane?" It felt good that he could get under a person's skin so quickly. People like him were so easily manipulated, all you needed were a few choice words and bam. Instant reaction. However, he wasn't thinking about how the girl friend would act. He should've expected it, seeing as they are a couple, but maybe it was the way she kept him collared that he didn't think she'd jump into the mix.

He remained in his spot, hands folded before his chest as the girl made her way towards him. Hell, maybe he'd get his fight afterall. He wasn't against hitting girls, especially if they started it. The way he figured, if they have the audacity to wail on him, he'd wail right back. Equal rights and all, ya know?

"You. Do not. Get to call him Karkitty. And you. Do not. Get to call me Cat."

She was uncomfortably close. He didn't like people entering his personal bubble, unless he gave the OK. His blood was starting to boil again. "It's called freedom of speech, chick. I'll say whatever I want." He paused, taking a moment to admire the girl up close. For some reason, he found women to be more attractive when their 'inner beast' came out. Maybe it was primal, hell, it might be that he was just 'crazy', but girls who had balls were hot. His anger slowly melted away and his voice took on a more mischievous tone. She was still in his bubble, but he could have a little fun with it.. "You might want to take a step back, Cat, unless of course, you're wanting something to happen." He raised his brows up and down hinting upon 'wanting', not bothering to try and conceal the smirk upon his face. "I wouldn't blame you if you did." Just the thought of riling her up some more, or Karkat, or hell, maybe even if she did want him, these thoughts were enough to brighten his mood. God, I'm a bastard aren't I. He loved it.

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Catherine continued to stare down McCrazyclaws with hate churning inside her as he folded his arms and stood his ground. The smell of his unwashed grungepunk clothes and mixed with the sharp tang of ammonia from his stupid hair dye; the aroma wafted over to her and she marked that scent as distinctly him.

"It's called freedom of speech chick. I'll say whatever I want." In the brief pause, she gauged how quickly she could hook a leg under him and send him sprawling and how much force would be necessary. Then he shot her a weird look that made her feel clammy and cold under her skin. "You might want to take a step back, Cat, unless of course, you're wanting something to happen." An ugly, shrunken little smile that stretched his lips so she could barely see the white of his teeth in the tiny gap. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

She did take a step back. A bobbing sway backwards in a low stance.

"Shut up," she hissed as she drew to the right side in her capoeira bounce. Catherine swung to the left and swiveled to bring a foot hard and fast against McCrazyclaw's side, lost in the red haze. She wanted to feel the ribs pop against her heel. She wanted hear the little whoosh of air as his feet were suddenly swept from under him. She wanted to pounce on him and rake at his face and his neck and bite and claw and tear and and rip and kill and she felt a hand firmly stop her in her tracks. She recoiled from the touch and jerked back with a quick gasp.


“Be that as it may,” Dr. Jones spoke up suddenly, laying a hand on the new girls shoulder. “Let's try not to be so hostile on our first day, hm? We still have rooms to pick. Perhaps a little alone time would be too bad.”

Slowly, the red haze faded, replaced by a curious feeling of nyan. Wordlessly, she slowly made her way up to a random room, with her stuff in hand. She flopped onto a random bed somewhere on the second floor. She slept.

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His eyes locked onto her face. He wanted to catch every movement, every twitch. He wanted to bear witness to the slightest hint of emotion that she could attempt to hide. The smirk remained tight across his lips as they continued their little showdown. His eyes flicked one time to that Murphy kid as he, once again, spouted off. He got the feeling the guy was one of those types, that always had to butt into everyone else's shit to get his annoying tidbits heard. Ignoring him, he turned his attention back to the girl's enraged-scrunched face once more. He knew he was stupid for even thinking it, he blamed his testosterone entirely, but despite the anger there was that dwindling hope. It stung like a wasp and once it got it's stinger in, it'd be a hell of a time getting it out. He cursed it and he cursed that annoying drive all creatures had. He could feel himself grow hot. Of course he could always point out it was their proximity, but who was he trying to fool. Already, he was thinking up different ways a sexual encounter could go down with this braud. Go down. Heh. He was so enthralled in his thoughts that when she took a step back, he started and reacted in kind.

He watched in confused curiosity as she moved. Was she..dancing? He wasn't sure. She didn't seem to happy. Scratch that. She seemed down right vengeful. His brows quirked as he attempted to figure her out. He never heard of anyone breaking into dance upon being enraged. Her mad-dance, however, would remain a mystery, as the Doc butted his nose in. Christ, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he turned away from the pair, There's no escaping it. Everyone is going to be up everyone's ass here. I can feel it already.

Already, the others were taking their belongings and going upstairs to find their rooms. Like good little children, he thought distastefully. He'd follow suite, of course, once the crazy bitch made her way upstairs, but hell if he was going to just call it a night. He wasn't going to go out of his way to be spiteful towards the doc, but he wasn't going to be told what to do either..at least not fully. He was 19 frigging years old. He wasn't going to be coaxed or chastised. Thus, once Theo, Murphy and Cat disappeared, he stepped toward the stairway. "Good luck, Doc." He commented to the doctor before ascending.

Upstairs, he discovered a rather long hallway. He could hear Theo talking to herself, he assumed, a bit further down the hall. She sounded about as happy as he was to be here. He wandered down the opposite way of where he assumed the rooms were. It looked like there was some sort of balcony which lead outside. He could see the sky already darkening through the old fashioned windows. It surprised him. He didn't think it was that late. Reaching the end of the hall, he struggled a bit with the door, but finally managed to step outside. It wasn't much of a ledge, just big enough for a small group to overlook the yard. He looked around the woods which surrounded the grounds. It was pretty in a disturbing sort of way. He'd explore them tomorrow. As for now, he was content just to watch the sunset bring a conclusion on this horrible day.

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She wakes as something disturbs her. Someone has come outside. She can see them. They seem angry. They seem distraught. They could use a friend. She is lonely. She needs a friend. She doesn't like angry people. Angry people turn on you. Angry people hurt you. Sometimes angry people just need someone to show them kindness. No kindness comes in this house. She should try to be kind.

She watches him. He becomes content. He watches the sunset. She likes the sunset. It calms her. She enjoys it. It's lonely to watch without someone. She wants to watch it with him. She whispers across the wind.




A slight, comforting gust of wind blows pass the balcony Seth is standing at. He hears what almost sounds like a whisper, "Vea la oscuridad conmigo."

She is afraid of night. She can never sleep when she wants to. She sleeps when she can't help it. She is afraid to sleep. She is afraid to be alone in the dark. She waits. She watches. She longs.

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He watched the sky grow dark and felt an odd sense of peace. He always did like the outdoors. Being inside just made him feel closed in, separate from the world. Outside he had freedom. He could go where he wanted and do what he wanted. It was also a great place to hide and hunt. He trusted the woods more with his secrets rather than buildings. People tended to question things less when outdoors. It was easier to cast the blame upon the wilderness when his primal deeds were met. He snorted, resting his arms upon the balcony rail, thinking back on how many people blamed coyote's or escaped dogs upon noticing their missing pets. It was kind of funny he supposed, in a morbid way, and he couldn't deny the tiny bit of pride that came with being associated with a wild predator. His smirk fell. He hadn't even realized he was smirking, which made his smirk fall even more. Why was it that he felt these things: uncaring about connecting with people, pride upon taking life, excitement when trying to hunt, etc? It was wrong..right? Apparently, since he was here, but why was it wrong? Why the urge to do these things? What was wrong with him?

He sighed and let his eyes float across the wooded area. Those urges were so strong today. He wanted to hurt that boy, hell he wanted to hurt anyone who made the wrong move. This is going to be tough.., he thought, remembering that hot rage and bloodlust. He'd go hunting tomorrow, let loose some steam. He shivered, feeling his skin prickle and he swore he could have heard someone whisper. He stood up, alert and looked at the emptiness around him. His brows quirked, he knew he heard someone..at least he thought he did. He faced the balcony door, not wanting to keep his back to someone who may have been inside. He waited a moment, to see if anyone would meet him outside, but soon found himself laughing at his own paranoia. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of something else being outside with him. Thus, he exited the balcony and made his way down the hall. Wasn't sacred, he just needed sleep..yeah, sleep. He was just tired and being in a giant old mansion like this, who wouldn't get the heebie jeebies? He shook himself, trying to rid the feeling of uncomfortability and began hunting for a room.

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It was a little difficult walking through the hall since it had gotten remarkably darker. He must have been standing out on the ledge longer than he thought. He crept down the hallway, shrugging his pack higher upon his shoulder and wondered just what time it was. His eyes were trying to adjust to the darkness of the house, but he just couldn't seem to focus on anything. His body was rigid as he moved, expecting something terrible to jump out at him from the shadows. He should've found a damn room earlier. He didn't want to walk in on somebody and freak them out, but he didn't exactly want to just lay down out here either. Something of a light further down the hall caught his eye and his heart jumped a little bit. Hell, maybe he'd just hang out there for a while, get out of this darkness. The further down he went he began to hear speech, which almost caused him to turn away, he didn't really want to be around people just yet, but his paranoia won over.

It was a beautiful room and just standing in the light made him feel much better. He knew it was most likely his imagination, but he couldn't pass the vibe of not being alone. He looked about and mentally groaned when he saw that Murphy kid yammering off to the Asian girl. Better not being alone with people I can see rather than with things I can't, I guess. He merely gave a wave, deciding not to bother them. He didn't want to risk a never ending conversation with the boy, nor did he want to get into why he was still chugging around all his crap. He placed his bag against an old fashioned plush chair, thankful to be rid of the weight and decided to look through the books. What better way to escape one world than to dive into an other? Eventually, he found a rather large book filled with photographs and artwork. He didn't bother to look at the name, but he picked up the book and sat down in the chair with it. If the contents of the book kept his interest, then he'd look over the author or artist. It's what he's always done. Why bother remembering a person's name if they hold no significance to you?

He wasn't sure how long he'd actually last reading and looking over the pages. He was much more tired than expected. He shrugged to himself. It wasn't like he was the only person here, so falling asleep in the library couldn't really be seen as odd, thus he allowed himself to slowly nod off.

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They were fools. Dead. Fools. It wasn't enough for them to trespass his sanctum, now they were sleeping within his walls?! Rage re-ignited as he smothered each room with his suffocating presence, filling each mind with his terrible image. The fire of his hair blazed, the icey blue of his eyes, pierced. No one would remain untouched by him. They will know what it is to be truly afraid. They will know just how horribly wrong they are for remaining. He was going to have so much fun with these shattered souls. Sleepers were so much more receptive and their already damaged psyches were much more pliable and easier to manipulate.

He had shown them warning. Now he will show them their future. Death was eminent and they would all go horribly. They would become fuel for his fire. Stoking his flames as each fell further into despair and fear and finally devoured once their flame had been extinguished. Every spirit that remained in these premises would feel the tug of his control. The lesser shells he'd take with little-to-no resistance and use them to introduce doubt and uncertainty. Already, a few spirits had taken the chance to make themselves known to the living. He'd use that against them, create more of an unhappy atmosphere.
They will pay for their disrespect. Dearly.

Seth

A restless sleep came over Seth, his book still resting upon his lap.

He felt so heavy, almost paralyzed. It was difficult to breathe. He was laying down, but there was something wrong. He could feel straps, bindings around various parts of his body. Their tight hold making it so that only he could barely wiggle and cry out. He opened his eyes, but all he saw was darkness. A thick void of nothingness, but something else was present. Something inhuman and unnerving. He called out, demanding to know who was there and to be released, but his cries merely warranted laughter. He couldn't make out the presence, but the voice sounded male and..familiar. It wasn't until he heard the soft padding of footsteps did he realize that the presence was coming towards him. "Stop trashing, boy," The voice hissed, "You know you're not going anywhere." Seth froze in fear and confusion. Who was this man?! What was going on?! "Now, now, Seth, you signed on for this, remember?" The man stepped closer and placed several sticky patches upon his forehead and temples. "We're going to make you better." It was the damn doctor! Seth tried to yell at him, but discovered to his horror that there was a bit in his mouth. Then things suddenly clicked and he began to trash about violently. The doctor turned around with a deep throaty laugh, only now his features were different, misshaped and distorted. All he could see was the bloodlust in his ice-blue eyes and a hot red aura flicker about his head. "Just think, if this doesn't work, there's always lobotomy." Then the doctor pushed a button, "Goodbye, Seth." His body twisted and convulsed as thousands of volts of electricity coursed through his body.

He awoke screaming, knocking the book to the ground and sat for a moment in paralyzed fear. His body trembled as he pushed himself up and out of the chair, looking around trying to come to terms that what he experienced was only a dream. He gave a shaky laugh as memory slowly returned. He was in therapy. His face fell. Oh, god, he was in therapy..