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located in Woodbury, South Carolina, a part of The Claiming, one of the many universes on RPG.

Woodbury, South Carolina

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Character Portrait: Rorie Daniels Character Portrait: Dean Murray
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Rorie Daniels






Confusion seemed to be a permanent gaze in Aurora’s eyes as she watched Dean, trying to control her breathing that was spiraling out of control. She didn’t understand. None of it was making sense. He took her. He took her for some reason, yet there he stood. . Talking as if he was trying to soothe some wild animal. When he went to take a step towards her, her eyes widened once again and she pressed her back as close to the window as she could. It was weird how just the day before- well, just a few hours before, he was a completely different person in her eyes. Now? She didn’t even know what to think.

As he started talking again Rorie tilted her head slightly, brows furrowing at his words. The saddened look in his eyes also confused her. Why would he feel upset or guilty of something if this was his whole idea and scheme? When he spoke of needing her Ro’s eyes then narrowed. He was being vague when he explained, and she wanted answers. ”Now please, before you go off thinking ill of me, I'll have you know that everything will be answered, so don't fret. And you're not alone, trust me." Not alone? Aurora’s mind reeled and she slowly slid down the window to sit on the floor, placing a hand on her head. This was crazy. Just crazy. Were there others in the house stealing people like him? Were there other people who had been stolen like her?? So many questions bounced around her mind, along with when all her questions would be answered. Why couldn’t he just answer them? Let her go? He’s a part of some freaky cult. Ro thought lamely, lower lip trembling as she thought of everything that was possibly going to happen to her.

"And I would never hurt you. Ever," Her blue gaze flickered upward at this, watching Dean at the door. For some reason, there was a tiny part of Rorie that wanted to believe him. A tiny, stupid part that wouldn’t win over her logical thinking. She blinked back more tears as she looked back down at the floor, wiping away the last of the tears from her cheeks that had fell with her free hand. She felt foolish. Foolish and weak for crying in front of someone. When the sound of the door being shut was heard she exhaled a sigh of relief, glancing back up.

Her eyes travelled to the food setting on the bedside table, chewing her bottom lip as she thought. She gave herself a few minutes to calm down, taking deep breaths. Ro then stood, slowly tiptoeing over to the door. She was briefly worried about other people being in the house. Obviously, Dean didn’t live in a three story home by himself. She paused, hand on the doorknob. Maybe he worked for someone? Her mind went back to the whole “cult” thing and it caused a shudder to rip through her small frame. Either way, she needed to at least try and get away. The thought of going down without a fight plagued her. She had heard stories of people who were taken that had managed to escape. Then again, she also remembered the tragic stories of those who didn’t.

Ro closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before carefully twisting the doorknob. To her surprise, the door actually opened. She opened said door painfully slow, peering out into the hallway. From what she could tell. . . It was empty. Inching out, she made her way into the hall, tiptoeing and trying to make little to no noise. She knew nothing about this house. How big it truly was, where doors led.. Nothing. Rorie did know if he or someone else heard her, she would be at the biggest disadvantage ever. Her only hope was to find a door that lead outside before she was caught. Clumsiness, don't mess me up now. she thought, holding her breath as she moved towards the steps at the very end of the hall.