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Broken-and-alone · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Broken-and-alone** on Mon Oct 12, 2009 4:06 pm

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Rachel groaned in frustration as she carried the over-large box into the hallow room, dropping it on the floor as she gasped for breath.

"Damn heavy boxes." She managed to say between wheezes.

"That's why I told you to pack lighter." Her Step-mother teased, leaning against the doorway as she watched Rachel with amused eyes.

Rachel rolled her eyes and glanced around the room that she claimed as her's. "Whatever," She muttered, taking her duffel bag and moving to the closet, opening it and peering inside, blowing dust. "How old was this house again?" She called over her shoulder as she dropped the bag when she noticed a blanket on the floor.

"Since 1857, why?" Her Step-mom called, a little wary as she stepped into the room.

Rachel shrugged, getting on her knees as she reached for the blanket at the far end of the large closet. "Just wondering. It's awfully dusty; didn't people think of dusting back in the day?" She said, putting the ragged and flimsy blanket on her lap, feeling a slight bulge within the contents. Tilting her head to the side, she unraveled the blanket, and was met with an old doll, it's glassy eyes trained on the ceiling. "Wow," She said, bringing the doll up for closer inspection.

SexyBabe16 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SexyBabe16** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 1:25 am

Karmina skipped into the room giggling. She ran over to her step-mom and gave her a hug. She walked away from her and sat on the floor. She started to suck her thumb while playing with her Hello Kitty Doll. She saw her sister holding a doll, so she ran and gave her a hug. She gave her Hello-Kitty doll to her sister.

BoyKagome · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **BoyKagome** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 2:44 am

The days seemed colder than usual, constant fall weather had a way of making a kid feel a little more depressed. Anyone who said the whether doesn't effect someones personality could cram it up their ass. As a kid who'd lived in this town for a good 4 years he could say with complete faith that when the world was bright, cold and dieing; it made him feel like he was in some kind of prison dieing slowly with it. No one in this town had any kind of energy, those kind of people got swallowed up the moment they tried to smile. There was a shadow hanging over everyone here, something or someone they couldn't see that refused to ever let the world seem like a nice place to live.

Miguel had been leaned against a dirt hill that over looked the road as moving vans were heading down the street. Assuming them to keep on down the road and take the road out of this hell hole, they made the most taboo mistake that anyone ever could; instead of staying on the road they curved off making their way up the dirt path. There was only one place up there and anyone in this town would tell ya its the last place you'd want to go. " Shit... so this years victims have showed up huh." What a bunch of poor SOB's, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Like the family's that came before them; they wouldn't last long.

Took a final drag on his cigarette, coughing back a bit while digging both hands into his pockets; using lips to keep the cigarette from falling. Eventually he'd retrieve his cell phone up dialing up Mina's number." You better be awake woman."

Broken-and-alone · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Broken-and-alone** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 8:06 am

Rachel only stifled a groan as her step-mother threw her a glare.

"Thank you Karmi." She said dryly, looking at the hello kitty doll is disgust as her younger sibling offered it. "No thank you." She said, handing the doll back and resisting the urge to gag. She leaned forward and pecked her younger sister on the forehead before she stood, the doll in hand.

She walked to the lone shelf on the wall closest to the window and set the doll on top, hearing her mother's low whistling from behind.

"That's a pretty doll, but I don't remember you getting it, where'd it come from?"

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and glanced out the window at the gray clouds that claimed the sky.

"Just found it in the closet." She replied, sitting on her bed as she pulled the nearest box closer to her and started to unpack, otherwise ignoring her step mom as she walked back into the hallway.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 12:30 pm

Alistairs room was at the end of the hall, and because of that simple fact he had already passed the room his two sisters and stepmom happened to be in several times. Eahc time he had been carrying a box filled with either DVD's, videogames, or the occational gaming console. His collection of such things were his pride and joy, and much to his dad's and stepmothers dismay, it was something he could spend hours and hours toying with.

His room was rather large, and he was sure he had found himself teh room that would suit him best. There were two windows, both on the same wall, so if he placed his TV between those two windows he would avoid that the light would shine in and disturb his view. Strange things that occupied his mind yes.

He didn't need to move a lot of heavy stuff in. Ever since his thirteenth birthday or so, he hadn't needed a proper bed. He preferred tp sleep on a matress on the floor. So no need for anything but a matress, some shelves to put all his stuff on and lastly to slap some posters up on the walls.

Then maybe he could figure out if there were some place in town where he could possibly buy or rent whatever horror movies he was missing. Everytime they moved to a new place, that would be his second task to fulfill.

Broken-and-alone · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Broken-and-alone** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 4:06 pm

Rachel watched as her mother and sister left -closing the door softly behind them - Before she took a long look around her room.

The walls were now claimed with posters from various bands, and one or two movie posters. Her dresser was cluttered with pictures of her family, and a bottle of black nail polish or two.

It seemed like everything was going to be like last time. She sighed, blowing her bangs out of her face as she stood and tugged on her My Chemical Romance Hooded sweater, putting up the hood as she walked out of her room and into the hallway, wondering if there was any good places in this town to buy pocky.

fumeii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **fumeii** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 8:45 pm

Mina had been plopped lying in the living room couch, a TV flashing with CSI: Miami. In front of her were two packets of chocolate pocky, one un-opened and the other halfway gone. She was wearing a simple red tank-top and black sweatpants that read 'Westfield Varsity' down one side in bold, white letters. Her cellphone ringtone simply ruined the whole, "I'm bored at home," act, and she flipped it open to see the caller. Miguel. A pocky stick was in her mouth as she pressed her phone against her ears, tuning out CSI and to whatever Miguel had to say.

"You better be awake woman." He had greeted, typical Miguel. She was used to his personality, but their first meeting hadn't been so great. Ah, well, that was put behind 4 years anyway. "Oh course I'm awake." She responded, a smile lighting her face. "What's up?"

She snapped the pocky from her lips, chewing the delicious treat and waiting for her friend to answer. What was there possibly to do on a dull, gray day like this? It seemed colder for some reason as well.

Broken-and-alone · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Broken-and-alone** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:02 pm

Rachel walked by her dad to the door, glancing over at him and sighing, leaning forward and plucking the bag of chips from his lap, fishing her hand inside and getting a hand-full.

"See ya later, Dad." She said, dropping the bag back on his lap before turning back towards the door. She walked toward the door and dropped on her knees, picking up her shoes from the mat and putting them on, lacing the high-tops. She pulled the bottoms of her skinny jeans up and over the top of the converse, her hand skimming down the sneaker before she stood back up, flicking her hair back as she took a chip from her cupped hand, putting it in her mouth before she opened the door and hopped outside, closing the door firmly behind her.

BoyKagome · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **BoyKagome** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:32 pm

Damn it she was at home, she answered the phone too quick. She was going to get eaten by this place like everyone else. Truth be told Miguel didn't have much hope for himself either, but at least the effort was still there of trying not to be engulfed in gradual decay." Shit Mina..." Something was on the tip of his tongue, but he just elected not to say it. No good came of lecturing this girl and hell if Miguel wanted to come off as a authority figure anyway.

" Pop quiz, 3 moving vans come into the biggest most boring toilet this countries got to offer. Despite driving for over 60 miles they are still in the town. On top of that the vans themselves go to the worst part of that shit hole... So my quiz question to you, how long do you think they will last?" It wasn't a question on if this family would leave, the question was WHEN would they leave. The record was 28 days by Miguel's count but after the death of their youngest baby; that family had ended up moving out of here. No one could take being in that house, it was folly to even try.

Commander_Caramel · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Commander_Caramel** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:54 pm

The house wasn't exactly as loud as Lilly had expected it to be as she left her daughters room. The movers must have been on break or something. She quietly leaned on the wall, and heaved a heavy sigh. On top of most of the kids hating her, moving would only add to the list of things she would hate to deal with. At least should had her husband and parents to talk to. Lilly leaned forward again, and patted her dress to get the dust out of it. She started to head for the stairs, when she heard a small meow from the first step down. There sat a little gray and white cat, Tittlebumpkins, on the first step down. It coward and tried to hide in plain site, like all new-born kittens do.
Lilly bent down and picked it up. She cradled it for a moment and gave it a kiss on the nose, before putting it back down. Tittlebumpkins ran by Karmina, making sure to dodge the small child's grab for it or it's tail. It ran quietly over to Rachel's closed door, and squeezed under the door, which was just big enough. Inside her room, it meowed loudly, before running off to hide inside a nearby box, cowering inside, like a defenseless child.

Lilly patted Karmina as she passed by her to check on he step-son. Alistair's room was at the end of the hall, where Lilly had heard him pass-by to go many times while she was inside Rachel's room. The wooden halls wasn't very long, and he had one of the biggest rooms in the house. Lilly took a deep breath, taking in the history. She loved the smell, the feeling of this wonderfully old house. That was one of the reasons she bought it. She smiled before entering his room.
"Hey, hows the moving coming along?" She asked nonchalantly. She lightly leaned on the door. The room wasn't exactly to her taste already. "Where's that X-circle thing gonna go? It's so big and your rooms' so small!" She mused, smiling relaxed. But not for long.
"ALISTAIR!" Came the fathers voice. You could easily hear his heavy foot steps coming down the hall to strangle his son. As his bulking mass entered the room, a cheeseburger could be seen in his giant hands. "What is this credit card bill for a hundred dollars!? It says it's for something for PS2!?"
Lilly backed-up a little and covered her ears until he had stopped.
"Can you stop being so loud. You'll give me a headache. I'll leave you two alone then, hehe," She said, and left the room with the two mails, making sure to shew Karmina away from the area. "Let's go make some snacks in the kitchen. Maybe then everyone won't be so eretable....."

Broken-and-alone · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Broken-and-alone** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 10:06 pm

Rachel put in her ear-buds as she walked down the old driveway, putting the music as loud as it could go and sung quietly along. It wasn't until the Guitar solo that Rachel laughed and started to dance around a little bit as she moved down the driveway. Ducking under some movers, she hurried to the sidewalk, looking down both ways to see if there was anything to help her. Shrugging, she turned and walked, reaching up and taking her hair out of the messy bun she had put in; most of her hair was out of the bun anyways. Pulling her fingers though her hair a few times, Rachel changed the song.

As she walked, she thought back to everything that has been happening. Ever Since her father and Lilly got married, things had been different. Her brother and her had strict curfews and had to go chores. Rachel missed the days when he father spent hours on hours in front of the T.V, not really paying the least bit of attention to anything.

Sighing, she turned off her MP3 and pulled her jacket tighter as the cold air nipped at her exposed collar bone.

"If I was a Pocky store, where would I hide?" She muttered, glancing around for a moment.

fumeii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **fumeii** on Tue Oct 13, 2009 10:53 pm

The pocky stick in Mina's mouth dropped down to her lap as she heard the news. It all began when they had saw the 'sold' sign in front of that rickety house, but she never knew they would move in so quickly. Speechless for a while, she took the fallen pocky stick and set it aside, responding Miguel's 'pop quiz question'. "Ah, damn, you know I'm bad with these. Depends if they've got a little girl or guy or whatever. Dude, where are you right now, in front of that place?"

She had grabbed a brown jacket from the side and slipped it on, protecting her from the cold. Tucking in her unopened box of chocolate pocky, she had slipped on a pair of white running shoes, figuring she would have to jog, or even run, to get there. The cell phone was held in between her silver headphones wrapped around her neck ~~24/7~~ and her ear, just in case Miguel had said anything else she could reply easily. "Call Adith, 'kay?" She told, heading out the door. She had to hang up on him before he could say anything else, simply because Mina found it rather hard to run/jog with a phone. Silver headphones still around her neck, however, she slipped her phone into her jacket pocket and trekked out into the cold weather. A new chocolate pocky would replace the one before as she munched on them and ran, not something healthy, but hey, it got the box finished.

Shi-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Shi-chan** on Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:44 am

"X-Box! It's not an X-cicle, It's an X-box. Get it right woman!" Alistair said in reply to his step-mothers question. For one reason or another she seemed to enjoy bugging him like that. Seriously, it was easy to keep track of the names. He could remember them all and if somebody woke him up in the middle of the night, pointing a shotgun to his face and ordered him to say exactly which games, consoles or other things he might have in the order of their release dates or whatever, he would be able to give them the exact information they needed.

And yes, he had wasted much of his youth on this.

But that really didn't matter, because judging on his fathers voice... Alistair was in trouble now. Really big trouble. Back before that woman wriggled her way into the family, his dad hadn't cared about how much money the boy spent on his hobby. He had just patted his head and told Alistair that he was a good boy since he could game the intestants out of all those monsters he faced. He had even said that Alistair was a very brave boy.
Alistair had been proud as hell that day.

But, well, it had changed. Now he was just a useless slacker, leeching on the family. He couldn't even keep track of how many times a day he was told that. Nor could he remember how many times he had been told he should get a job and start helping more around the house.

Alistairs squinted hes eyes just a little when he saw his dad. He couldn't help but to be slightly disgusted by what he saw.

"I found some really old games I didn't have. So I bought them. They're classics, and already kinda rare now. That's why I had to have them in my collection." He said, trying to remain as calm as possible. He had from the first fight he and his father had, completely loathed having to yell to get his point across.

BoyKagome · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **BoyKagome** on Wed Oct 14, 2009 7:42 am

Tightened his coat against himself letting loose a brief curse. This time of the year should of been a little bit hotter than this, man made global warming could kiss his ass! Anyway Mina failed to answer the question the right way and honestly Miguel just wanted to set the phone down so he could warm his ears some." Yeah i'm there right now, I can see someone coming down the hill too. Guess you're going to show up late for the party Mindy." With that he'd pull the phone away from his lobes clicking it off. Why without saying good bye? Because Mina was the type to pass the buck and invite the whole neighborhood. "Call Addith, she can do it her own damn self... I got this."

Brought both hands together rubbing them to get a little bit of heat circulating. That girl wasn't going to last long in this weather if Miguel had to guess. Right now her body was still warm from the after affects of her house; but in a quick bit this chilled air would get to her. The teen wanted to get to her before she wussed out and retreated back inside.

When Ratchel finally reached the end of her drive and was on the main street, Miguel spoke up from behind her while working on a fresh cigarette." Yo, new girl..." Released from smoke from his nostrils right after finishing his greeting. " I already got the view from behind, turn around already."

Broken-and-alone · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Broken-and-alone** on Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:06 pm

Rachel jumped when someone spoke behind her. Rolling her eyes she glanced over her shoulder.

"Is that how you treat all the new kids here?" She asked dryly, clicking her tongue. "I have a name, you know."

She turned around and crossed her arms, shifting her weight on the balls of her feet as she looked up at him.

"Do you know any places were they sell Pocky here? Mainly; Milk and Chocolate?" She asked, wringing her hands nervously. She hadn't had her pocky fix in a week, her step mom claiming it was 'Unhealthy'. Rachel was just about fed up with the woman, but kept her mouth shut in sake for her siblings.

"And just so you won't call me 'new girl' again, the names Rachel." She said absently, crossing her hands tighter around herself as the autumn air blew past her, ruffling her hair and stinging her eyes. She reached down to the hem of her sweater and yanked it down more, past her waist, and left it there, grateful she had bought her jacket three sizes too big.

She glanced up at the man in front of her under her lashes, watching as he put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaling, before blowing out a puff of smoke. Rachel couldn't help but crinkle her nose, bringing her hand up to swipe at some stray tears from the sting. The sleeve dropped, folding at the crease of her elbow as she lifted her arm higher, pulling it though her hair as she bit down on her bottom lip, too jumpy to really think straight. She needed her pocky, and see needed it now

BoyKagome · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **BoyKagome** on Wed Oct 14, 2009 10:26 pm

Criste, this chick can't even take smoking? If shes scared of a lit up stick a nicotine this family wont last a week. Too bad, shes really easy on the eyes. Oh well, chicks like this never go for the smokers anyway. "Pocky, thats the crap that Mina buys. There's a store down the hill on your left, I never looked specifically for Pocky so I have no idea if it has it. However Mina does, she'll be along... maybe." Took another drag on his cigarette still eying Ratchel up a bit.

She was kinda cute, but she'd never find a boy friend with a reputation of living at THIS house. Hell people were worried for Miguel because he even got as close as he was now. The ultimate dare in this town was to spend the night inside that place; and now they had people actually LIVING in it. " I wouldn't try to get used to anything here. You're not going to be in this town but half a month tops. It's nothing we are going to do though; go ahead check out the city records. There have been 9 families who tried to live in that place since I moved here 4 years ago. They all move out without a word, so this is just the way it is. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news."

Mina always scolded Miguel for not sugar coating things, but hell might as well just get the truth out in the open. Miguel had tried his hand within his first year of coming to this city. Growing up in Jersey he was sure as shit that whatever scared a couple of locals would have no affect on him. 3 years later and the events of that day still make chills run up and down his entire body. Miguel didn't remember it clearly, but whatever it was... it was 10x more real than that shit they show on tv.

fumeii · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **fumeii** on Wed Oct 14, 2009 10:37 pm

Mina caught quick sight of Miguel with a female figure, one which she assumed was the new girl. Hah, a term that she would have to get used to for about...say, two weeks at Westfield. Jogging the last few meters, she bit into her last pocky stick, the treat snapping, chocolate in her mouth, cracker stick in hand.

"-the bearer of bad news." She had caught.

"What bad news?" She questioned, albeit rather innocently. How lovely, Miguel just so had to come up to the new girl and play sorrow, or even worse, the guy who informs the girl who begs her parents to move out. Quite a long title, yeah, but that was the only way to put it in words.

A cigar was lit in his mouth, as usual, something Mina has come to grown habit of, though she was wary of second-hand smoking. She needed her lungs clean and healthy for track, and she was sure the new girl didn't like it as well. Oh, how could she tell, you might wonder.

The scrunched nose and slight grimace might give it away.

Broken-and-alone · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Broken-and-alone** on Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:20 pm

Rachel arched an eyebrow, glancing between the two of them warily.

"I've had my fair share of scary things." She said, rolling her eyes and backing up. "I'm going to look for that Pocky store, thanks. Oh, and I'll keep it in mind." She looked at them for a moment longer, before she turned around and walked down the street, trying to think though her now jumbled thoughts.

Every thought she had led back to the strange doll she found. Was it cursed or something? Or was he trying to scare her? Telling her lies because he didn't like her family?

She bit her tongue so she wouldn't lash out, balling her hands into fists at her sides. She didn't need to get mad this time, It wasn't worth it.

Noticing the hill, Rachel jogged down it and followed the instructions. She was about to squeal in excitement as the Store's sign came into view.

Sakura's - Japanese Candy & Groceries

Rachel happily walked into the store, hearing the bell's distant chime from above, and walked straight to the pocky aisle, hoping they had her favorites in stock.

Smiling brightly, she took off three boxes of each and walked to the cashiers after grabbing a soda.

She paid and took the bags, walking outside and opening a pack, taking one and biting down, almost sighing in pleasure as she tasted the soft chocolate.

BoyKagome · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **BoyKagome** on Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:37 pm

Stuffed both hands into his pockets feeling his knuckles starting to take the full bit of the cold. Out of the three of them he'd been out here the longest. But being a guy he was supposed to be able to deal with those kinds of things too. The problem with keeping his hands warm was that there was nothing to support the lit cigarette in his mouth, almost in a frustrated manor he'd bring the right hand back out almost as soon as it entered. This whether was a pain in the ass too. " Check the city records new girl."

Oh right Rachel, that was here name. No point committing that to memory, she wouldn't last it just wasn't possible. Miguel gave a small glance over to Mina... Ok he looked at Mina's body before her face because that was just reflex. All the girls around here wanted someone who was faithful, so it stood to reason someone like Miguel never hooked up with them. Life was long, it barely seemed to pass by while sucking the soul and will out of everyone it touched. Everyone except that girl, all she had was her soul and will and both of them were never going to leave that house.

" I don't think she trusts us. I know she doesn't trust me; I still haven't made my mind up yet. Shes a little too easy to read... In my experience those are the types that suprise ya the most." This was the first time he'd gone on for more than a couple sentences, so a lot of his Jersey accent was laced in those words.

SexyBabe16 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SexyBabe16** on Thu Oct 15, 2009 12:39 am

Karmina follwed her stepmom to the kitchen. Dragging her hello kitty toy with her she giggled all the way. Her brothers room was loud so she was glad to be away from it.

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