Introduction
New York is known for it's liveliness and excitement. It is also known for it's high crime rates. With all these crimes it's no wonder New York is one of the most famous citites in the world. It is notrious for it's crime rates. On one corner you can fine atrocity while the next a beautiful place to live. This hectic city life didn't faze the Prestons and their foster children. It is the city that never sleeps after all. Many believe it's probably restless from all the screaming.
The New Murder House
The New Residents
Name: James Preston | Age: 40 | Role: The father | FC: Jay Ryan | Status: NPC
Name: Alice Preston | Age: 39 | Role: The Mother | FC: Natalie Dormer | Status: NPC
Name: Whitney Preston | Age: 17 | Role: The Biological daughter | FC: Lucy Hale | Status: Taken
Name: Tyler Scott Clark | Age: 18 | Role: The first foster child | FC: Max Irons | Status: Taken
Name: Jayson Goldsworthy | Age: 16 | Role: The second foster child | FC: Nina Dobrev | Status: Taken
Name: Ellie Anne | Age: 10 | Role: The last foster child | FC: Mackenzie Foy | Status: Taken
The Ghosts
Name: Annalisia Stridecaster | Age: looks to be 34 | Role: The first ghost | FC: Rachel Weisz | Status: Taken
Name: Samuel Stridecaster | Age: looks 18 | Role: The son of the first ghost | FC: Paul Wesley | Status: Taken
Name: Kelsey | Age: looks 18 | Role: The second female ghost | FC: Teresa Palmer | Status: Taken
Name: Thomas Champion | Age: looks 17 | Role: The monster that turned good | FC: Logan Lerman | Status: Taken
Name: Charlie Thorne | Age: looks 11 | Role: The Young one | FC: Nathan Gamble | Status: Taken
(More may be added if requested.)
So are you adding to the endless screams of New York?
The New Residents
Name: James Preston | Age: 40 | Role: The father | FC: Jay Ryan | Status: NPC
Name: Alice Preston | Age: 39 | Role: The Mother | FC: Natalie Dormer | Status: NPC
Name: Whitney Preston | Age: 17 | Role: The Biological daughter | FC: Lucy Hale | Status: Taken
Name: Tyler Scott Clark | Age: 18 | Role: The first foster child | FC: Max Irons | Status: Taken
Name: Jayson Goldsworthy | Age: 16 | Role: The second foster child | FC: Nina Dobrev | Status: Taken
Name: Ellie Anne | Age: 10 | Role: The last foster child | FC: Mackenzie Foy | Status: Taken
The Ghosts
Name: Annalisia Stridecaster | Age: looks to be 34 | Role: The first ghost | FC: Rachel Weisz | Status: Taken
Name: Samuel Stridecaster | Age: looks 18 | Role: The son of the first ghost | FC: Paul Wesley | Status: Taken
Name: Kelsey | Age: looks 18 | Role: The second female ghost | FC: Teresa Palmer | Status: Taken
Name: Thomas Champion | Age: looks 17 | Role: The monster that turned good | FC: Logan Lerman | Status: Taken
Name: Charlie Thorne | Age: looks 11 | Role: The Young one | FC: Nathan Gamble | Status: Taken
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Kelsey noticed Tyler blush and she giggled. "Sounds fun. I'm free for you to teach me anytime. I don't really have anything better to do." This was true. Seeing as she couldn't leave the house, Kelsey often times borrowed a book from the residents in the house. When she couldn't do that, she either talked with the other ghosts or freaked out the living. He then asked if there was anything to do around here. Kelsey rubbed her arms softly, making sure the fabric didn't move much. It had been about 70 something years since she had actually been outside. Times had most definitely changed; there was no doubt about that. When Kelsey had been alive, she went to the parks for her babysitting jobs and would run errands for elders. However, there was a movie theater she went to quite a bit. She didn't know if it would still be there or not, but she might as well tell him about it. "Well, I actually don't really leave the house that much. Call me antisocial or whatever you please, but there pretty much is nothing to do. There's a movie theater I think. Whenever my friends and I would hang out, we wouldn't go anywhere. We would just sit in one of our houses and do whatever." About one perfect of what she said was true. She didn't leave the house. There was a movie theater, but she didn't know if it was still there. Kelsey never really had time for her friends when she was alive, and she only had a few. Despite her family being extremely well off, her life was pretty dull.
Thomas smiled back at her, beginning to fiddle with his fingers. "That'd be great," he said, grinning. It's not like the room would be anything new, he knew this house better than she ever would, but it would still be fun. Plus, it'd be cool see what things she was willing to tell him now, as opposed to what he'd be able to figure out. Thinking it might seem more realistic, Thomas turned to Anna, grinning.
"Mom is it okay if I hang out for a little?" He asked, although he knew she wouldn't care at all. It's not like she was actually his mother.
Tyler nodded as she spoke, wanting to ask questions, but not wanting to pry. As friendly as Kelsey seemed, it honestly felt like she was holding back. She seemed to have a lot of interesting things about her, but what they were, he had no idea. "Yeah i understand. I probably won't leave the house much, seeing as I know no one," he said, being completely honest, but in reality, he was a fast friend maker.
"Well, I've already been thinking about how I'm gunna at least try and throw a party. I mean, have you seen this house?" He shrugged, grinning. "You'll be at the top of the guest list." Tyler over heard Jayson talking about heading up to her room, and he decided he'd do the same. It wasn't necessarily the best environment to meet someone when you were standing in a room of 8 others. "Wanna go upstairs? I'm not gunna lie, it's pretty crowded down here."
"Mom is it okay if I hang out for a little?" He asked, although he knew she wouldn't care at all. It's not like she was actually his mother.
Tyler nodded as she spoke, wanting to ask questions, but not wanting to pry. As friendly as Kelsey seemed, it honestly felt like she was holding back. She seemed to have a lot of interesting things about her, but what they were, he had no idea. "Yeah i understand. I probably won't leave the house much, seeing as I know no one," he said, being completely honest, but in reality, he was a fast friend maker.
"Well, I've already been thinking about how I'm gunna at least try and throw a party. I mean, have you seen this house?" He shrugged, grinning. "You'll be at the top of the guest list." Tyler over heard Jayson talking about heading up to her room, and he decided he'd do the same. It wasn't necessarily the best environment to meet someone when you were standing in a room of 8 others. "Wanna go upstairs? I'm not gunna lie, it's pretty crowded down here."
Anna heard Thomas from the kitchen and replied back with, "Of course." she stated and went back to talking with Alice. Jayson had smiled and began walking up the stairs and into her room. She was glad that even under circumstances of a now somewhat crowded house she would manage to get to know him better. She sat down on her bed and looked over to where he was. "So welcome to my humble abode." she stated smiling at him. There were some things she'd rather not show anyone but she was glad those things were hidden in her drawers.
Having just met someone wasn't a very good time to have anti-depressant medication lying around and even around her 'family' it wasn't something she wanted to discuss or have them see. Her foster parents knew about them of course but her foster sibling well that would be one hell of an explanation if they were to see them next to her "special case" then it'd be even worse so to prevent that she hides those things and now had no reason to worry about Thomas finding them. SHe wanted to seem normal and get to know him normally without him thinking something was very wrong with her.
Having just met someone wasn't a very good time to have anti-depressant medication lying around and even around her 'family' it wasn't something she wanted to discuss or have them see. Her foster parents knew about them of course but her foster sibling well that would be one hell of an explanation if they were to see them next to her "special case" then it'd be even worse so to prevent that she hides those things and now had no reason to worry about Thomas finding them. SHe wanted to seem normal and get to know him normally without him thinking something was very wrong with her.
Kelsey smiled and nodded when he offered to go to his room. "Lead the way!" She knew every inch of this house already, but let him lead the way. As they climbed the stairs, Kelsey commented back on what he had said before. "You know, the party sounds fun. Count me in! Like you said though, you don't really know anyone. Besides me of course. So, who else would you invite? Just random people?" She looked at him when she finished speaking. She was curious as to know when the party would be and who would come. Yes, the house was huge and everything, but it had a reputation. She wondered how many people would even show up. Kelsey hoped a good number of people would come. She didn't want his party to be a bust.
Thomas grinned at Anna's reply, chuckling to himself. He followed Jayson, pretending to examine the stairs and walls as he walked, though there was nothing new. "It's a real nice house you have here," he said as they came to the top of the stairs. He looked around the whole hallway as they walked, pretending to be taking everything in.
As they entered Jayson's room, he grinned. Yes, he had already been in here, but it was nice to really take in the little things she had used to decorate it and make it her own. He saw her ipod on the dock speaker, and grinned. "So what type of music do you like?
Tyler started walking towards his room, grinning as Kelsey followed. The thought of her coming to his party made him excited, he would be happy to spend more time with her. He knew this house had quite a rep, but high school kids tended to flock anywhere that would have booze, he'd learned from his past.
"I'm pretty good at convincing people," he said, shrugging as they got to his room. He picked up his acoustic guitar from the bed, and moved it to it's stand to make space for Kelsey to sit. Other than that guitar, in his room he had his bed, dresser, desk, and two drums, but not a whole drum set. His foster parents had been kind, buying him a guitar and some drums, as well as a couple longboards, but TYler had never felt right taking such expensive things, but it wasn't necessarily bad.
"So what school do you go to?" He asked, turning to face Kelsey.
As they entered Jayson's room, he grinned. Yes, he had already been in here, but it was nice to really take in the little things she had used to decorate it and make it her own. He saw her ipod on the dock speaker, and grinned. "So what type of music do you like?
Tyler started walking towards his room, grinning as Kelsey followed. The thought of her coming to his party made him excited, he would be happy to spend more time with her. He knew this house had quite a rep, but high school kids tended to flock anywhere that would have booze, he'd learned from his past.
"I'm pretty good at convincing people," he said, shrugging as they got to his room. He picked up his acoustic guitar from the bed, and moved it to it's stand to make space for Kelsey to sit. Other than that guitar, in his room he had his bed, dresser, desk, and two drums, but not a whole drum set. His foster parents had been kind, buying him a guitar and some drums, as well as a couple longboards, but TYler had never felt right taking such expensive things, but it wasn't necessarily bad.
"So what school do you go to?" He asked, turning to face Kelsey.
Jayson nodded at his compliment of the house. "Thanks." she stated simply to his compliment and eyed her ipod ater he mentioned music. "Well it really depends on the song not the genre or artist. I love a lot of different music so it changes a lot for me as to what I like. What about you, what music do you like?"
She asked now feeling as if she was babbling. Jayson really wanted to seem normal at least to him as even though he seemed like a nice person she didn't want him to see her as weird or crazy. Had it been anyone else she wouldn't have cared but since it was him it mattered much more to her. Jayson felt glad that on her first day she seemed to have made a friend.
She asked now feeling as if she was babbling. Jayson really wanted to seem normal at least to him as even though he seemed like a nice person she didn't want him to see her as weird or crazy. Had it been anyone else she wouldn't have cared but since it was him it mattered much more to her. Jayson felt glad that on her first day she seemed to have made a friend.
Kelsey smiled when they arrived at his room. "Well, that would come in handy." She walked over to the bed with him and sat where the guitar had been. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in what was already there. Not much was, as she expected, but it was comfortable for just moving in. Then Tyler asked what school she went to. The question caught her completely off guard, and she started thinking quickly. Her mind raced for an answer, but nothing seemed to come. She looked at him and tilted her head. Surprisingly, she had never been asked this question before. It never really seemed important to anyone than had lived int he house before. Suddenly, an idea came to her head, which she blurted out. A small smile formed and she crossed her legs. "I'm actually home schooled." She pursed her lips and looked at him, not really wanting to disappoint him or be questioned further. So, she turned the question on him. "Do you know what school you'll be going to?"
[size=80]Thomas watched Jayson, the way she did everything interesting to him. When she asked him about his taste in music, he felt like a deer in headlights, but he kept it cool. "Basically the same," he said, shrugging. "Do you play any music?" He asked, turning to face her, making eye contact.
Goodness, she was so gorgeous. Maybe it was the way she held herself, her shoulders pushed back and back straight, or maybe it was her perfect jaw structure. Either way, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
Tyler sat down next to Kelsey, leaning back on his arm that was closer to her so he turned toward her, chest diagonal. He noticed after he asked the question that Kelsey looked slightly confused, and it had taken her quite a while to answer. When she tilted her head, it seemed as though she wasn't going to answer, but soon after, she did. Maybe it had taken her so long to answer because she was embarrassed, but that seemed unlikely. Kelysey seemed pretty confident.
He nodded his head, a soft and natural smile finding its way onto his face. "Whatever the local highschool in town is," he said, shrugging. "I mean, I could be going into college this year, but I'd be young for my grade. I used to be, but I got held back a while ago due to some... problems where I missed a few months in school." After speaking, he regretted it. Mentioning things like that usually led to questioning, and in all honesty when he explained his past situation to people, they often got scared of him, or began to pity him. If that were the case, which he really hoped it wasn't, maybe it would be better to get it out of the way now, before he fell to hard for her.
Goodness, she was so gorgeous. Maybe it was the way she held herself, her shoulders pushed back and back straight, or maybe it was her perfect jaw structure. Either way, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
Tyler sat down next to Kelsey, leaning back on his arm that was closer to her so he turned toward her, chest diagonal. He noticed after he asked the question that Kelsey looked slightly confused, and it had taken her quite a while to answer. When she tilted her head, it seemed as though she wasn't going to answer, but soon after, she did. Maybe it had taken her so long to answer because she was embarrassed, but that seemed unlikely. Kelysey seemed pretty confident.
He nodded his head, a soft and natural smile finding its way onto his face. "Whatever the local highschool in town is," he said, shrugging. "I mean, I could be going into college this year, but I'd be young for my grade. I used to be, but I got held back a while ago due to some... problems where I missed a few months in school." After speaking, he regretted it. Mentioning things like that usually led to questioning, and in all honesty when he explained his past situation to people, they often got scared of him, or began to pity him. If that were the case, which he really hoped it wasn't, maybe it would be better to get it out of the way now, before he fell to hard for her.
Jayson noticed Thomas had been watching her but she didn't very much care. Jayson had certainly never met someone like him or someone who looked as handsome as him. She nodded at his question. "I do. I play piano and the acoustic guitar along with singing i that can be considered playing music." she blushed lightly after answering. he wasn't going to mention singing but she ended up just blurting it out. "You know you can sit if you want to." she patted her bed to show a place he could sit. She wasn't just going to let him stand there without offering him a place to sit as to her that seemed rude. Jayson had awaited to see if he'd sit. "I'd be happy to show you." once again she felt her cheeks warm a bit. She wasn't the one to just show people her music playing.
"O-Or not whichever works for you is fine with me." She mentally cursed herself for stuttering. She hated that about herself as when she would sometimes become embaressed she became a stuttering, babbling fool. She just hoped that Thomas hadn't noticed her stutter.
"O-Or not whichever works for you is fine with me." She mentally cursed herself for stuttering. She hated that about herself as when she would sometimes become embaressed she became a stuttering, babbling fool. She just hoped that Thomas hadn't noticed her stutter.
When Tyler told her he was held back a grade, she looked at him sadly. She felt bad for him slightly. All he had told her was he had missed a few months of school, but she couldn't help but assume the reason he missed school was bad. A million questions raced through her mind. Why? What happened? Was he okay? Who was involved in it? Did he get in trouble? If it was some kind of trouble, did he cause it? Someone else? Kelsey really didn't know how to respond. Instead of replying right away, she took her sleeves and pulled them down the slightest bit, before putting them underneath her legs.
"I know people probably question you a lot because they're curious and such about what happened," she began, not really sure where she was going with this. "But I'm not going to do that. You can tell me what you want, when you want to. I don't mind. Sure, I'm curious, but that's not any of my business." Once the words were out of her mouth, she just smiled. She wasn't really sure what possessed her to say those things, but she didn't regret it. Maybe she didn't want to be nosy this early on, or maybe she just trusted him enough to tell him when he chose to.
"I know people probably question you a lot because they're curious and such about what happened," she began, not really sure where she was going with this. "But I'm not going to do that. You can tell me what you want, when you want to. I don't mind. Sure, I'm curious, but that's not any of my business." Once the words were out of her mouth, she just smiled. She wasn't really sure what possessed her to say those things, but she didn't regret it. Maybe she didn't want to be nosy this early on, or maybe she just trusted him enough to tell him when he chose to.
Thomas grinned as Jayson answered, taking a step closer. He saw a light blush rise to her cheeks, and he couldn't help but smile. It was adorable.
He took her offering and sat down on the bed, next to her, not losing eye contact as she spoke. "You are quite talented," he said quietly, already interested in this human girl. As she stuttered, his grin grew, and he nodded, looking at her. "Yeah, I would like that a lot, But, if you don't want to, you don't have to. And if you want to do it later, you can do it then." He said, wanting her to be comfortable. That's all he really wanted.
Tyler watched Kelsey's reply, unable to hold a small smile off his face. He could tell on the inside she was asking questions, though some how had the restraint not to ask them. He saw her pull down her sleeves, then hide them under her arms, and though he wondered why she did this, he wasn't about to ask.
He watched her as she spoke, eyes shifting from her mouth to her eyes, and back again. He let out his breath that he didn't even know he had been holding. It was weird. When he assumed she would want to know, he felt completely uncomfortable with the thought of telling her. But now that she was alright with him telling her whenever, he felt completely comfortable with telling her.
"Well, thanks for that," he started, pulling his eye contact and looking down at his lap. "But I think I can tell you." He looked back up at her. "So, as you may or may not know, Mr and Mrs Preston are foster parents. Guess who their real kids are and who are fosters."
He took her offering and sat down on the bed, next to her, not losing eye contact as she spoke. "You are quite talented," he said quietly, already interested in this human girl. As she stuttered, his grin grew, and he nodded, looking at her. "Yeah, I would like that a lot, But, if you don't want to, you don't have to. And if you want to do it later, you can do it then." He said, wanting her to be comfortable. That's all he really wanted.
Tyler watched Kelsey's reply, unable to hold a small smile off his face. He could tell on the inside she was asking questions, though some how had the restraint not to ask them. He saw her pull down her sleeves, then hide them under her arms, and though he wondered why she did this, he wasn't about to ask.
He watched her as she spoke, eyes shifting from her mouth to her eyes, and back again. He let out his breath that he didn't even know he had been holding. It was weird. When he assumed she would want to know, he felt completely uncomfortable with the thought of telling her. But now that she was alright with him telling her whenever, he felt completely comfortable with telling her.
"Well, thanks for that," he started, pulling his eye contact and looking down at his lap. "But I think I can tell you." He looked back up at her. "So, as you may or may not know, Mr and Mrs Preston are foster parents. Guess who their real kids are and who are fosters."
Jayson had nodded at his words before standing up and heading over to her closet. She grabbed her guitar. It had been a while since she played as she had started to lose interest in that and in a few other things. Unknowingly her sleeve had come up just enugh to show off the scars on her arm. She had brought it with her to the bed and sat down next to Thomas. She had begun to strum and quickly created a rythym before stopping and putting her hand ver the strings. "So is there anything in particular you want me to show you?" she asked no looking at him.
She had moved her hand from the strings now noticing her sleeves were up and showing her scars. Jayson quickly pulled down her sleeves hoping he didn't notice her scars as she was sure he noticed her pulling it down so fast.
She had moved her hand from the strings now noticing her sleeves were up and showing her scars. Jayson quickly pulled down her sleeves hoping he didn't notice her scars as she was sure he noticed her pulling it down so fast.
The fact that all the kids weren't biological threw Kelsey off her guard. "Really? You guys seem like you're all related. You all have small resemblances to your parents, at least I think so.." She let her sentence trail off at the end as she began thinking about who was and wasn't a biological child. First there was Whitney. The female seemed like she could be a foster child, but the one that hated her new family and siblings. However, she looked the most like the parents out of all the children. She must be their child. Jayson and Tyler were awfully close, so they could go either ways. They could be the two biological siblings that stuck together, or the two foster children that stuck together. Based on what Tyler had said about missing school, Kelsey figured he must be adopted. This also led her to guess that Jayson was adopted too. Lastly, there was the little girl she saw outside. The little girl looked like Whitney in a way, but she didn't really look much like the parents.
Kelsey bit her lower lip as she thought about the last child. Eventually she decided on guessing with the last child. "Um, okay. I'm going to say Whitney is a biological child, Jayson is a foster, you're a foster, and the little girl I'm going to say she's a biological?" Kelsey put her shoulders up slightly, as if she were going to shrug them. "I have no idea with the youngest child." She put her shoulders down and smiled slightly.
Kelsey bit her lower lip as she thought about the last child. Eventually she decided on guessing with the last child. "Um, okay. I'm going to say Whitney is a biological child, Jayson is a foster, you're a foster, and the little girl I'm going to say she's a biological?" Kelsey put her shoulders up slightly, as if she were going to shrug them. "I have no idea with the youngest child." She put her shoulders down and smiled slightly.
Thomas watched her stand, getting her guitar. He noticed her sleeve ride up, not thinking anything of it, until his eyes were drawn to scars along her arm. He didn't recognize them, and didn't really under stand them. There were too many from different times to have been from a fall, but what were they from? Self infliction? Was that a thing? Perhaps it was a new thing.
His eyes were drawn back up to her face when she talked, shrugging. "I don't care," he said, seeing her pull her shirt down out of the corner of his eye. "Whatever is your favorite," he said, grinning.
Tyler could tell Kelsey was thrown off guard at his statement, and he grinned. She was such an interesting girl. He grinned as she talked, listening and staying silent as she thought. When he heard her speak, he was impressed. She was very close. "Very close," he said, grinning, "but you got one wrong. Ellie- the youngest. She's a foster as well."
Reminding himself of what he was telling her about, he let his shoulders sag, and looked back at her face. "So, when I was younger, before I got put here, I'd been in a lot of foster house. This is my 16th actually, and I came here when I was fourteen. No correction, the day before my fourteenth birthday. You following so far?" He gave her a shy grin, biting the corner of his lip. He might scare her away with the rest of the story.
His eyes were drawn back up to her face when she talked, shrugging. "I don't care," he said, seeing her pull her shirt down out of the corner of his eye. "Whatever is your favorite," he said, grinning.
Tyler could tell Kelsey was thrown off guard at his statement, and he grinned. She was such an interesting girl. He grinned as she talked, listening and staying silent as she thought. When he heard her speak, he was impressed. She was very close. "Very close," he said, grinning, "but you got one wrong. Ellie- the youngest. She's a foster as well."
Reminding himself of what he was telling her about, he let his shoulders sag, and looked back at her face. "So, when I was younger, before I got put here, I'd been in a lot of foster house. This is my 16th actually, and I came here when I was fourteen. No correction, the day before my fourteenth birthday. You following so far?" He gave her a shy grin, biting the corner of his lip. He might scare her away with the rest of the story.
Jayson smiled at him. "Some of my favorites are played on piano but I've long since given up playing it." she stated. This time she knew what she was saying and meant it. It was true she didn't play the piano anymore. She had no longer had the inspiration to play it anymore. She wasn't even one to play the guitar often either but Thomas was special so she wanted to show him. "So what talents do you have?" she asked him. Jayson was curious about him as for one she just met him and that he seemed to have no problem with entering house where a supposed murder took place.
"What do you like to do for fun?" she asked him now placing the guitar down on her bed. If he wished to he could pick it up as if it was one of his talents she'd be happy to see it. In fact she'd just be happy to spend time with him in general.
"What do you like to do for fun?" she asked him now placing the guitar down on her bed. If he wished to he could pick it up as if it was one of his talents she'd be happy to see it. In fact she'd just be happy to spend time with him in general.
Kelsey shook her head and smiled when Tyler corrected her. "Close enough." She looked at him to see his shoulders sag. He began talking and Kelsey listened closely. Kelsey couldn't believe Tyler had been to fifteen foster homes before this one. What had the problems been? The parents couldn't handle another child? The siblings blamed him for everything and convinced their parents he was no good? He didn't fit in? The last one didn't seem likely at all. Tyler was such a kind guy. How could he not fit in?
Tyler asked if she was following and she nodded her head. "Yes. On your last day of being thirteen you came here. This is your sixteenth home. I'm listening, keep going." Kelsey gave him a reassuring smile, as if telling him she could handle whatever he was about to tell her.
Tyler asked if she was following and she nodded her head. "Yes. On your last day of being thirteen you came here. This is your sixteenth home. I'm listening, keep going." Kelsey gave him a reassuring smile, as if telling him she could handle whatever he was about to tell her.
Thomas could tell that Jayson meant what she said, by the conviction in her voice. But her question left him slightly confused. He hadn't done much of anything in a long time. Talk about what you used to do, he thought to himself, making eye contact with jayson and smiling. "My talents probably aren't the types of things you find necessarily cool," he said, shrugging.
He rubbed his hand on his pants, a little nervous. "I have really good aim. I mean really good aim. I can throw a knife from 60 feet away and hit a bullseye." He nervously bit his lip, taking a breath. "And I'm kinda good at sports. But I stopped playing... a while ago," he said, remembering the last time he'd played soccer at a game, scoring the winning goal.Those were the days, when he could walk around as he pleased. "And i know how to use a bow and arrow." Looking at her, he waited to see her reaction.
Tyler watched her speak, taking her smile as a green light to continue. "Alright so the house I was in before here, well, I liked it a lot. You know, cool mom, made cookies every other day from scratch, a son a year older than me who liked playing with me and was a great friend, for only knowing him a few months and a dad would was almost always working, but never really did anything bad. And yeah, of course I didn't really fit in with the family, but we got along well enough. I mean, there were obvious things that made it clear i was just the foster kid, but I'd almost forgotten, more or less. And so the boy had a soccer tournament that took him to florida for the weekend, and his mom took him. They offered for me to go, but I had a lot of school work and didn't want to intrude." He said, everything coming out as though it was a far off memory.
"So it was just me and the dad," he started, pausing to take a deep breath. "He was a really big man you know, probably 6'5, though pretty lean. And muscular. So basically, very, very scary for a prepubescent teen," Tyler paused, laughing lightly.
He rubbed his hand on his pants, a little nervous. "I have really good aim. I mean really good aim. I can throw a knife from 60 feet away and hit a bullseye." He nervously bit his lip, taking a breath. "And I'm kinda good at sports. But I stopped playing... a while ago," he said, remembering the last time he'd played soccer at a game, scoring the winning goal.Those were the days, when he could walk around as he pleased. "And i know how to use a bow and arrow." Looking at her, he waited to see her reaction.
Tyler watched her speak, taking her smile as a green light to continue. "Alright so the house I was in before here, well, I liked it a lot. You know, cool mom, made cookies every other day from scratch, a son a year older than me who liked playing with me and was a great friend, for only knowing him a few months and a dad would was almost always working, but never really did anything bad. And yeah, of course I didn't really fit in with the family, but we got along well enough. I mean, there were obvious things that made it clear i was just the foster kid, but I'd almost forgotten, more or less. And so the boy had a soccer tournament that took him to florida for the weekend, and his mom took him. They offered for me to go, but I had a lot of school work and didn't want to intrude." He said, everything coming out as though it was a far off memory.
"So it was just me and the dad," he started, pausing to take a deep breath. "He was a really big man you know, probably 6'5, though pretty lean. And muscular. So basically, very, very scary for a prepubescent teen," Tyler paused, laughing lightly.
Jayson smiled at him. "Wow. You're right it's not cool...it's amazing. I'd love to learn such things. My talents are with music not really musth to do with athletics." she was amazed to say the least. She found his talents to be much better than hers as they seemed much more impressive and skillful. He was the first person she had ever known to be able to do such things. "I'd like for you to show me some of them. Maybe the knife trick." she stated. Jayson had plooped down on her bed finding it comfortable while still looking up at him.
"I learned to sing from my mother actually while piano and guitar were learned in secret within the other foster home." she mentally cursed herself for blurting out too much information again. Now she guessed he found her to be a freak or something. She didn't mean to blurt it out and she wasn't even sure if he heard all of it but she was quessing he did.
"I learned to sing from my mother actually while piano and guitar were learned in secret within the other foster home." she mentally cursed herself for blurting out too much information again. Now she guessed he found her to be a freak or something. She didn't mean to blurt it out and she wasn't even sure if he heard all of it but she was quessing he did.
As Tyler gave the background information, Kelsey watched him closely. He looked at if he really had to reach into the back of his mind to tell the story. Whether this was the case, she didn't know. A horrible memory like so could have been pushed away and practically forgotten, or it could have been wrapped around one's brain, haunting the person as much as it wished. For Tyler, Kelsey figured it was the first option, but the memory wasn't close to being forgotten. Kelsey had been dead for decades, but rarely her own torture haunted her. When it did it was brief, but it still hit her like a punch to the gut. Her demise was caused by what befell her, but Tyler was still living. The female couldn't imagine what he had been through, or how he had gotten through it, but she knew it had to have been difficult.
He laughed lightly, but Kelsey's expression remained the same. Her eyes seemed to droop with sorrow of what could have happened, and she looked at the floor. What came next? A thirteen year old boy being left alone with his foster father. Apparently they hadn't seen each other much do to work, but what did the father think of his newest child? It was possible he stayed at work longer to avoid him, but what dad would do that to his child? Kelsey pushed the thought away and looked back at Tyler, thinking of what could have happened to land him in the hospital. The obvious stuck out to her, but she wouldn't know for sure until she questioned him. So that's what she did. "Did he hurt you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if uttering the four words could cause the Earth to crumble right then and there.
He laughed lightly, but Kelsey's expression remained the same. Her eyes seemed to droop with sorrow of what could have happened, and she looked at the floor. What came next? A thirteen year old boy being left alone with his foster father. Apparently they hadn't seen each other much do to work, but what did the father think of his newest child? It was possible he stayed at work longer to avoid him, but what dad would do that to his child? Kelsey pushed the thought away and looked back at Tyler, thinking of what could have happened to land him in the hospital. The obvious stuck out to her, but she wouldn't know for sure until she questioned him. So that's what she did. "Did he hurt you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if uttering the four words could cause the Earth to crumble right then and there.
Thomas blushed lightly. Jayson was the first girl to find anything he did cool. He chuckled at her comment about wanting to see it. "It's not necessarily easy to find somewhere to throw a knife into," he said, his hand going up to push his hair away from his face, then fluffing it back down.
He was surprised to hear she was a foster child, though as he thought about it, she didn't look that much like the parents. He didn't let the surprise show on his face. He adjusted himself slightly so he was looking more directly at her, and he grinned. "That's incredible," he said, pulling his feet up so he was sitting criss cross. "I wish I could play an instrument, any instrument. Do you write songs?"
Tyler gave a bitter laugh, his eyes going cold. He nodded, his eyes wandering the room, till he put them on her face again, but he couldn't keep them there for so long. Talking about something so horrible seemed wrong in the presence of someone so pretty, so he let them fall upon his drums as he spoke.
"I came home from school one day. I'd fallen earlier during gym class, and so I had a huge bruise on my leg. It was like, the size of my fist," he said, holding his fist up. "And I thought it was awesome. During dinner that night, the dad, he noticed. He asked where it was from, then assumed i was lying, that I'd gotten in a fight, and lost. And I don't know how his mind made him think this was okay, but some how he thought that if I could lie about that, I could lie about more bruises. So he hit me."
At this point, Tyler paused, stopping his twiddling fingers. "And then again. And I stood up from my chair, slowly walking away. I could tell from his smell that he was drunk. And I was walking down the hall and he called after me. What are you doing, he said. Where you going kiddo, I just want to talk. And I don't know a why I did it, but i stopped, and turned around. He had the fire poker in his hand, and he swung it at me." He turned back to look at Kelsey. "It came this close to puncturing my lungs," he said, holding up his fingers with a small space between them. Then he dropped his hand. "I don't really remember what happened next, it's a little foggy," Tyler said, his brow furrowing. "He hit me, a couple more times, i fell over, his my head on the stair case banister, and thats it." His eyes lightened up, a light smile fitting his face.
"I woke up in the hospital the next day, then I came here."
He was surprised to hear she was a foster child, though as he thought about it, she didn't look that much like the parents. He didn't let the surprise show on his face. He adjusted himself slightly so he was looking more directly at her, and he grinned. "That's incredible," he said, pulling his feet up so he was sitting criss cross. "I wish I could play an instrument, any instrument. Do you write songs?"
Tyler gave a bitter laugh, his eyes going cold. He nodded, his eyes wandering the room, till he put them on her face again, but he couldn't keep them there for so long. Talking about something so horrible seemed wrong in the presence of someone so pretty, so he let them fall upon his drums as he spoke.
"I came home from school one day. I'd fallen earlier during gym class, and so I had a huge bruise on my leg. It was like, the size of my fist," he said, holding his fist up. "And I thought it was awesome. During dinner that night, the dad, he noticed. He asked where it was from, then assumed i was lying, that I'd gotten in a fight, and lost. And I don't know how his mind made him think this was okay, but some how he thought that if I could lie about that, I could lie about more bruises. So he hit me."
At this point, Tyler paused, stopping his twiddling fingers. "And then again. And I stood up from my chair, slowly walking away. I could tell from his smell that he was drunk. And I was walking down the hall and he called after me. What are you doing, he said. Where you going kiddo, I just want to talk. And I don't know a why I did it, but i stopped, and turned around. He had the fire poker in his hand, and he swung it at me." He turned back to look at Kelsey. "It came this close to puncturing my lungs," he said, holding up his fingers with a small space between them. Then he dropped his hand. "I don't really remember what happened next, it's a little foggy," Tyler said, his brow furrowing. "He hit me, a couple more times, i fell over, his my head on the stair case banister, and thats it." His eyes lightened up, a light smile fitting his face.
"I woke up in the hospital the next day, then I came here."
Jayson was glad Thomas had not wanted to talk about the fact that she is a foster child and even more so by what he asked. "I did actually but it's been a while since I've last written one. I guess I just lost inspiration." she smiled sadly after that but decided not to dwell on it any further. "So will I be seeing you at the local school?" She asked. Jayson was looking forward to it as it would actually make her excited about school for once.
She wasn't sure if he attended the local school or if he attended school elsewhere. Then there was alternative that he could be homeschooled. It didn't seem unlikely nowadays as homeschool was something that wasn't so surprising or rare. "Oh and I'm sure either Tyler or Whitney are planning on throwing a party so when it does happen I'd be happy to see you there if you'd want to come."
She wasn't sure if he attended the local school or if he attended school elsewhere. Then there was alternative that he could be homeschooled. It didn't seem unlikely nowadays as homeschool was something that wasn't so surprising or rare. "Oh and I'm sure either Tyler or Whitney are planning on throwing a party so when it does happen I'd be happy to see you there if you'd want to come."
Kelsey stared at Tyler as he spoke. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could a father do something like that, for a reason so stupid? The female's mouth was hanging slightly opened, as her eyes found the floor and stared at it in disbelief. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off what she had just heard. After a moment of silence between the two, Tyler spoke up again, his voice lighter and happier than it was just moments before. She looked at him and closed her mouth. She couldn't hold his gaze, not because she thought differently of him, but because she couldn't believe the pain he had suffered at the hands of a maniac. Well at least that's how she now saw the dad: a true maniac.
Before she knew what she was doing, Kelsey felt herself move her left hand out from under her leg, and place it softly on top of Tyler's own larger hand. After her death, she was never a touchy-feely person. When she had been alive, she would hug any and everyone. However, with her body mutilated, it was a different game. It was hard for her to shake the new resident's hands sometimes, but she had to do it. Small, random gestures like this were extremely rare. Her sleeve was still up for the most part, but it was lower than usual. In stead of being below her finger nails it was right above her knuckles. From her knuckles down, that's where the third degree burns started. Her own ugly scars she didn't like revealing to others. "It still hurts to talk about it?" She questioned, turning her gaze from their hands to his face. "I'm sorry you went through that, but I want you to know I think no less of you because of something like that. If anything, you're a little hero in my book." She smiled at that, a genuine one, completely meaning what she said.
Before she knew what she was doing, Kelsey felt herself move her left hand out from under her leg, and place it softly on top of Tyler's own larger hand. After her death, she was never a touchy-feely person. When she had been alive, she would hug any and everyone. However, with her body mutilated, it was a different game. It was hard for her to shake the new resident's hands sometimes, but she had to do it. Small, random gestures like this were extremely rare. Her sleeve was still up for the most part, but it was lower than usual. In stead of being below her finger nails it was right above her knuckles. From her knuckles down, that's where the third degree burns started. Her own ugly scars she didn't like revealing to others. "It still hurts to talk about it?" She questioned, turning her gaze from their hands to his face. "I'm sorry you went through that, but I want you to know I think no less of you because of something like that. If anything, you're a little hero in my book." She smiled at that, a genuine one, completely meaning what she said.
Thomas nodded, listening, instantly wondering what she wrote songs about, but not planning on asking, now or ever. A bitter smile slid onto his lips as he shook his head slowly. "Home schooled. I wish I was at the local school," he said, and it wasn't a complete lie. He did miss interacting with so many people, but that wasn't something he could change.
"Yeah, if I'm invited I'll be sure to be there." He said, a grin forming. He loved when people through parties at this house, and the other ghosts seemed to as well since they could mess with even more people, and no one would think any of it as most people would be intoxicated. He was excited.
Tyler watched Kelsey's reaction, and when she drew her gaze away he assumed he'd blown it. That he had just ruined any chance of anything between them for some pretty face. But when her hand slid over to his, it seemed otherwise, as their eyes made contact and he held them, his fingers slipping between hers and interlocking. A grin fitted on his face as he moved to be laying on his side, facing her and slightly closer to her now.
"It's fine." he said, shrugging. "Everyone has something they've gone through, I'm happy I got mine out of the way." He said, honestly, biting his lip and looking at her.
"Yeah, if I'm invited I'll be sure to be there." He said, a grin forming. He loved when people through parties at this house, and the other ghosts seemed to as well since they could mess with even more people, and no one would think any of it as most people would be intoxicated. He was excited.
Tyler watched Kelsey's reaction, and when she drew her gaze away he assumed he'd blown it. That he had just ruined any chance of anything between them for some pretty face. But when her hand slid over to his, it seemed otherwise, as their eyes made contact and he held them, his fingers slipping between hers and interlocking. A grin fitted on his face as he moved to be laying on his side, facing her and slightly closer to her now.
"It's fine." he said, shrugging. "Everyone has something they've gone through, I'm happy I got mine out of the way." He said, honestly, biting his lip and looking at her.
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