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Eleanor Rose Hobson.

Boo! Or we could just dance. How about it, stranger?

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a character in “Sacrilege of the Heart”, as played by WendyDarling

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Eleanor Rose Hobson
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Theme Song: "Breath of Life," by Florence and the Machine

GENERAL INFORMATION
Role: Ghost 2.
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Elly.
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Love Interest: No one ever caught her fancy in life, and death hasn't exactly been easy. That doesn't mean she doesn't have any love interests, it just makes everything that much more complex.


APPEARANCE
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120.
Build: Thin, almost too thin, with small curves.
Eye Color: Green.
Hair Color: Chestnut brown.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Ears pierced, small, faint line scars on her forearms.


Preferred Clothing: Eleanor wears a green dress with a full, flared skirt, under which is black lace petticoats. The dress is sleeveless and fitted at the top, with a sweetheart neckline, and she wears it with elbow-length black gloves and a black hat with a short net veil that covers her eyes. Emerald earrings and an onyx choker accessorize the outfit, along with matching green pumps. Bright red lipstick and kohl around her eyes, because why not? Her mother's dead, isn't she?

MENTALITY
Oddities: Doesn't really like to look anyone in the eyes, prefers to look at the floor or the ceiling. Plays with her skirts when she's nervous--swishes them around, fists the cloth, etc.
Fears/Phobias: Doctors, being confined, being trapped once again in a cell on the island as she was in life.
Likes: Party dresses, any kind of music, dancing, any kind of slang, and playing games.
Dislikes: Rules, silence, the island on which she's trapped, most current fashions, and being alone.
Personality: Before her death, Eleanor was a snobbish, materialistic young girl. Her only focus was on getting what she wanted, more freedom from a house and a culture that she could feel choking her with every breath. Everyone she met was a tool for that goal, and while she did have genuine friends she would have dropped them in a second to escape from her situation. Pretty things were a priority for her, looking good a necessity, and manipulation a tactic she would not hesitate to use. That is not to say that Eleanor was completely without feeling, as she did genuinely want her parents' affection and didn't attempt to break any hearts in her many flirtations, and in fact she went out of her way to make sure that the everyone knew she was never serious about them. It blackened her name even more, but she just couldn't do it. Freedom was her every thought, her every need, and it blinded her to the truth that what she was doing would only end in misery, not what she most desired. Because in her mind, why shouldn't she get it? She had gotten everything else in her life by hook or by crook, and she believed that this would be no different.

The facility at North Brother Island changed Eleanor dramatically. A spoiled child comes into a situation where all her machinations mean nothing, where any action she takes ends in more pain? It's either give up or adapt. Eleanor found a steel spine under all her shiny clothes and wild child persona, and used it to keep what she could of her sanity. Manipulation didn't work, so she became sneakier about getting what she wanted by theft. Flirtation was dangerous, and her fear ever great, so a garrulous girl became a quiet shadow. Isolation made her self-reliant, but it also taught her that if she didn't keep her her spirits and look at least for a little sunshine, then she would lose what hope she had left. Music was her comfort, and as she hummed to pass the days she hoped for a way to escape. With every failed attempt, she had to hum louder, hope harder, and hold herself even tighter. Eventually, when she had lost all hope of her parents' rescue, she saved herself from a breakdown by stealing a scalpel and beginning to count the weeks of her incarceration in scars on her arm. Oddly enough, the thought of her mother's disgust at the practice gave her strength, and the butterfly grew steel tipped wings.

That is Eleanor in a nutshell. She plays and sings and dances to keep every shred of hope alive, even after death when all hope seems lost. The island couldn't be the end--there has to be something beyond it. She fears many things, and catches herself jumping at shadows (which is odd to see, in a ghost) but she has to keep dancing. Keep living, even without life, even when she is forced to do things she finds unforgivable. Admittedly, some of her snobbishness at people below her class has transmuted into a slight disdain for the living, mixed with envy, but Eleanor will not give in to either. She has to be better than she was, because she fears if she is not, she will be lost again.

COMBAT
Fighting Style: Eleanor is a guerrilla fighter by nature, hiding and running before making a sneak attack with her trusty scalpels. She'll take hits if she has to but she won't stay to exchange blows. Fast and furious cuts before disappearing into the shadows, hiding from the light.

HISTORY
Relationship Status: To be determined.
Family: All dead, of course. Alive, her mother was a socialite and her father a white collar businessman. No siblings.

Personal History/Background: Eleanor was raised an upper class child of a domineering mother. The debutante circuit, socialite parties, miss manners, the whole works. Until she was fifteen she went along with it, after all, she had nothing against parties or pretty dresses. But the endless rules, the constant constraint, and her mother's non-stop micromanagement of her life wore thin, and Eleanor started to act out in an attempt to get some freedom. First in little ways, like accidentally "forgetting" a piece of jewelry or a single glove, or a hat that didn't quite match. It didn't quite elicit the reaction she wanted, because her mother was perfectly willing to be late rather than have her daughter shame her in front of fashionable society. When that didn't work, Eleanor bought a pair of pants with money that her father gave her one day for "something pretty," which was the extent of any socializing she had with her father. At first she wore them to school, hiding them under her skirts until she got there and changing in the bathrooms. Her mother never noticed, and her friends never told, so she started blatantly wearing them around the house. Her mother was appalled, but her father was easily manipulated with a pout and celebrity examples--especially Marilyn Monroe--and told her mother not to worry about it, it was just a phase.

Bright lipstick came next, with more pants and edgier slang. Same reaction. Her mother, appalled, and her father uncaring or easily manipulated. More rules came, more parties with even more boring dresses, and her mother started talking marriage. At sixteen, Eleanor decided enough was enough. She refused to go to the parties, "lost" the dresses that were bought for her, and started wearing tighter shirts and fitted pants with flats. She began hanging out with a group of upper class girls who were quite vocal in their criticism of anyone who they viewed as less than they, which was pretty much everyone. Then there were the boys to flirt with, who were of course in her social stratus, but willing to walk just over the line with her anyway. When her father stopped giving her money, in an attempt to curb his wild child, she started bumming cigarettes off of her friends at school and staying out past curfew. Eleanor never would have predicted that in the summer of 1957 her parents, instead of letting her go to college and have her freedom, or even marrying her off to a well-to-do boy in the neighborhood, they would send her to North Brother Island. For her "rehabilitation," they said. "The doctors will know what's wrong with you," her mother hissed angrily as they dropped Eleanor off. "You are a lady, not a... a... roundheell!" Her father said nothing, having pulled the strings to get her in there with a judge who was a regular at his poker game. Eleanor sat, shocked, looking at the prison in front of her. She was only sixteen, and she'd gotten the royal shaft--her life was over. She would never see her parents again.

What happened at the facility was something a pampered child could never have been prepared for. Isolation was the favored treatment of the staff, and even though Eleanor had never touched anything harder than tobacco they treated her as if she had tracks scarred into her arms. After a few months, Eleanor couldn't tell what day it was anymore, and when she started refusing to talk and attempting to escape the island she was locked into a cell alone with complete sound deprivation. Months passed between complete isolation and doctors trying to analyze her rebellious behavior and "rehabilitate" her in ways that wounded rather than healed. Food was a reward and sometimes a punishment, as she lost the curves she'd been so proud of between starvation and vomiting. She began to steal scalpels when they brought her out and marked her arms in isolation, counting the weeks as best she could in delicate lines on her forearms. Eleanor would hum to herself in her room, keeping away the dark in an attempt to bring a little peace into a situation that was breaking her apart. A few months after her seventeenth birthday, or what she believed was a few months after her seventeenth birthday, an orderly she didn't recognize came into her cell with a smile that chilled her to the bone. He locked the door behind him and came at her, arms outstretched, toying with a needle in his hand. What followed was a blur of screams and blood, scalpel in hand, bloodpainscreamshelpmesomeonehelpmeplease, more blood. Then there was only darkness. What came after, well, that was quite... different.

So begins...

Eleanor Rose Hobson.'s Story

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She lied. She lied to her parents and friends where she was going for her senior trip. She wanted this to be perfect and didn’t want anyone to ruin it for her. This was the icebreaker of big adventures for her. The week before she carefully made sure everything was in place; she got the maps for the island and kept track of the weather. Everyone had chipped in for the camping gear (or what was needed for the extra people that Constant didn’t have with him.) She and Evelyn had gotten the enough food for the trip and then some. Aaron brought his camera and the water, plenty of it. Officer Stevens had planned to take one of the police department’s boats, but when they got to the boat she had a camel back, her side arm, a backup side arm and before they left she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long and slow drag before starting the boat and driving off.

The night air was a little colder than what Aila had planned it to be. It nipped at her bare skin that wasn’t covered by cloth and caused her to shiver. It would normally take about 5 minutes to get to the island but since they had to sneak around it took close to fifteen minutes. Stevens would stop the boat when she heard someone coming and the light was always off. The boat ride was a quiet one. If Aila was any more excited she would become a firework show. She squinted her eyes to try to see the island better before they got to the shore. It was bit of a rough landing, the boat at one point seemed like it was going to crash and sink, but thankfully Stevens saved the night by jerking the boat to one side. That is when Aila took a closer look at her. She was more…manly than most of the women she has seen on the force. She remembered when Aaron took her and Evelyn to meet Stevens. Aila was taken aback by her, but never fully took her in. If anything she was slightly scared of her.

Carefully stepping out the boat she surveyed the area with only a little light from the moon. The trees swayed eerily as a light breeze swept over the island. Aila smiled at what she accomplished so far. She was not really worried about finding ‘ghost’ but it was the only way to intrigue Constant and the others into going. The only one she didn’t know why they tagged along was Officer Stevens, no one really told her so she shrugged it off. She was here. She was finally here. Turning around she looked back at Stevens and the two boys hiding the boat and her sister watching their backs. It almost felt like they were sneaking out of jail. With a smirk she took out her small flashlight and looked over the map. “Now, where to go from here?”


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((This is the map we will be using during the WHOLE RP. Remember that the island is filled with trees, long grass, and broken buildings so it is easy to get lost. The red X on the map is where we landed and will be the color of the group. If you get separated from the group make a different color X as to where you are going and post the picture into your post. You CAN post pictures of the island that you are at. EX: The building you found or if you are at the docks. If you can’t find a picture that is okay, you DO NOT NEED one. Thanks and have fun! :D))

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She was at serious risk for getting into trouble if they found out that she was using one of the department's boats. Luck would have it that she knew the person in charge of keeping track of them. It was already written in the books as being down for maintenance; which was already performed. She only asked to delay having it marked down as operational again. No one will question the empty space at the docks as long as the paperwork was filled out properly. They wouldn't think check to see if its at the shop being worked on. Why was she risking suspension for a little joy ride to an island off limits? For no other reason than to help Aaron in return for what he did for her before she became a police officer. The risk would be low as long as she could depend on getting in and out without incident. Still, she couldn't help but light a cigarette to ease some of the tension she felt while driving the boat in the dark to the island.

That is why she came with a few, supplies. If anyone got hurt she wouldn't be able to call for help without arousing suspicion. A spare officer's uniform is stashed away on the boat 'just in case'. She also brought a first aid kit inside her camelback which not only carried water but had extra room for a long handled flashlight, some energy bars, extra cigarette packs and ammo clips which went with what she was concealing under her jacket. It wouldn't be impossible if there were wild dogs on the island or even squatters. The gun fire might be heard, at least if they were near the coast, but she would rather that than allow anyone in the group get attacked or injured. All of this left her in a serious mindset even though she was also rather excited about the excursion.

It didn't occur to her until she noticed Aila stare at her, on more than one occasion. She wouldn't be surprised if at least one other person was doing the same. She wasn't too bothered by it. It wasn't new for her to be stared at so she ignored her. She was a rather sheepish girl so she figured that it was best to leave her alone. Liz took notice of her shivering. Strange that Aila didn't bring something to keep herself warm. She had to have known that they were going to be there at night.

Officer Stevens shrugs it off and finishes pulling in and hiding the boat with Constant and Aaron. With a roll of tape in hand she follows the only light in the area that can be seen for a couple miles. She stands so that her body blocks a lot of the light from being seen from the coast. They had just gotten there and already finds herself having to find a way to keep them from being seen. "We could follow the coast but our flashlights are at risk of bein' seen. Best bet is to head straight in until we hit that path." She points to the drawn pathway on the map. "That way we can either follow the path if its not too overgrown or we can head further in. And we can use this so we can find our way back in case we get separated or something goes wrong." She holds up the brightly colored tape. She then leans over to Aila and whispers. "Try not to use the light until we're further in, we'll be seen." Her voice was low and slightly graveled from smoking. She didn't say it to scare the girl...maybe a little, but only to let her know just how important it was not to get caught.

Stevens then takes the tape and ties one end of it it to a sapling nearby leaving the other side, still wrapped up on the roll to spin freely in her hand. Like in the story Hansel and Gretel left a trail of bread crumbs to find their way back. Only birds wouldn't be able to eat through this. She depended on the fact that no one else would be around to tamper with it.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Cain Ashenrov Character Portrait: Eleanor Rose Hobson. Character Portrait: Officer Stevens Character Portrait: Aila Beatha Scott Character Portrait: Robert Louis Johnson Character Portrait: Constant Ebon Lyon Character Portrait: Aaron Taylor-Johnson Character Portrait: Evelyn Scott
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Constant was relatively calm when the boat began to coast its way over the waters. Though, as it drifted further and further, deep within the hallow chasms of his gut, arose the feeling of excitement deeply layered with fear. Sneaking off to a forbidden haunted island was enough to really get the adrenaline streaming through his veins. His limbs began to shake, but it definitely was not the chill bothering him as much as his current mindset. He'd assume that everyone was as apprehensively excited as he was. As that thought somehow made it's way into his mind, he began to look around at everyone else to find some form of comfort. Not exactly sure that would do the job, though.

To discard from his mind what was irritating him, he decided to check the items he had in his pack. Pulling it from his back, he'd somehow wish he had a larger one at his disposal. This would suffice anyway, so it didn't really bother him much. Opening it up, he first tried to look down into it; which was of course like trying to stare into a deep pit that was vacant of any light. With this realization, Constant's hand delved down into the pack. Didn't take long for him to graze up against a couple of things. He pulled them out just enough to identify them in what little light was available at the time. Flashlight, matches, small knife, a few bottles of water, granola bars, bed sheet and a sleeping bag was all he could fit. Contemplating on the things he brought, he somehow felt ill-prepared.

Getting there didn't take as long as he initially anticipated. He was a bit startled by the jerking of the boat, but it pulled him back into reality as he began to zip his pack back up and sling it back onto his shoulders. He vaulted off of the boat and began to assist the two others in pulling in and hiding the boat. After finishing that task, he sort of strolled off to the side for a moment, till he looked back, to see Officer Stevens pointing out where to go from their current position. Curiously he quietly made his way back to them, and stood close enough to at least hear what she was saying, but of course without trying to interrupt her in some way.

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The night air was still thick from the coming and going of the afternoon, the suns setting had caused a deep mist on the bay as the boat from the mainland strode through to ground. But that was not all that was present, a multitude of eyes and ears were on them from the moment they were in sight of the shore and even now there presence was garnering more attention then either of them could possibly know. Things that both walked and crawled were now watching and to make matters worse there was now a dark little form crawling its way through the forgotten halls of the desecrated hospital, down past countless door, through pipes and boilers alike to a greatly hidden room. This room had no walls for windows, nor no space for standing or but it was there. Beyond the end of the hospitals depths and the creature stood silent as it stopped its approach.

As it sat there words could be heard, slight and hushed but words non the less. It spoke in whispers for there was only one who was intended to hear.. and he could hear. The wall of the passage began to shift and roil like the bottom of the sea as a form pushed its way forth from the stonework and a it was that the man known as Cain appeared. His clothes still that of one of the hospitals priest, pristine and well kept save for the light touch of lipstick on his collar.
It was then that he looked down at the small dark mass and spoke, his voice deep and putrid knocking rust and grime from the walls. "Guest?.. My that does sound nice.. It has been such a long time, gather the others and keep watch on them.. I will prepare." The small creature gave no affirmation of what it was told, save for its quick revers and speedy retreat back the way it came. Its dark small bloated body gliding across the floor like a grease slick droplet of water down a plate of glass.

Smiling, Cains form seeped back into the wall with that same sickly expression he could be heard.
"Such a time for guest.. time to play.. a game.." His body was consumed slowly back into the pitch shade of the stonework and the upper levels could be heard groaning in pain, as if the building were alive and a cancer was working its way under the skin. But it was Cain, his attention was now focused on preparing everything for these new "Guest" he so lovingly called them and that was never a good sign for anyone alive or dead.

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Aila stood very still and nodded. She hurried and turned off the light before turning to everyone. “Okay, I think once we get to Tuberculosis building we split. Constant and I will go to the house right next to it, see if it is suitable to maybe set up camp in there. Just don’t go too far into the building, it is dark and you can easily get lost.” With that she gave Stevens a confidant nod, even though she was freaking out on the inside, and headed straight.

The grass was up to her knees, as she walked she would turn her head to see if everyone was following. Aila was scared she ends up leaving the group behind and get lost. As much as she loved to be here, she would hate to get lost at night. Stopping for a second she turned fully around and decided it was a good time to turn on the flashlight. As not to get caught she turned back toward where she was heading and turned on. Just as she felt the grass was tall. The trees were uncomfortably close.

To her the island seemed strangely quiet except for them. Shouldn’t there be at least crickets Or the sound of New York? Even at night New York was noisy, it seemed like the only way to get away and would be to leave the state. Licking her lips she pushed the thought away and flashed the light around. Aila could see the top of a building, which she assumed was the Tuberculosis building. “Okay I think we have about a few yards left…and it seems to get thicker the closer we get. Be CAREFUL and try not to get lost.” She spoke as she chugged along into the thicket. It was a little tiring on her legs as half the time her feet would get stuck in the vines and she would have to try and get her balance. “H-Here!” She stumbles forward and gave half a laugh.

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(The famous map! We have moved! Please let me know what color you would want your X. Aramay has ORANGE. I have GREEN. The BLUE X is for Liz, Eve, and Aaron’s group. The BRIGHT GREEN is Aila and Constant’s group. GHOSTS AND DEMONS!! Please place your X’s as to where you are!! Thanks!)

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At least she was smart enough to listen. There was no way to tell how the others were going to be save for Aaron and she trusted him enough that he would be able to help keep everyone manageable. "You want us to split up?" Just when she was starting to feel hope. She glanced at everyone to see how they would react to what Aila said. She must have watched Scooby Doo too much as a child. Now she's being told not to explore too far? The nod was what sold it. A kid trying to hard. Officer Stevens looked away for a moment as soon as Aila was no longer looking at her. It was as close to an eye roll as she would get. She forced herself to bite her tongue. The officer fully remembering why its best not to hang around people who are over ten years younger than yourself. Then again she had to give it to the girl to take initiative. None of the others spoke up while Liz was audibly planning possible routes and she honestly was starting to worry that she was going to have to lead their little posse during their entire stay. When Liz was Aila's age, she had only just joined the military. A lot had changed since then. It then occurred to her that it probably was best to give them enough room and let them take the reigns to see what they would do. She just needed to convince herself to give them a chance without letting her own training force her to butt in. "Fine. Just don't go anywhere else until we meet back up at the front of the building." ...close enough.

She gives Aila a nudge with her arm before she has a chance to start her march through the forest. Not a harsh one, more of approval. As dark as it was Aila would be able to see a slight smirk on Liz's face. Most of them probably haven't gone outside the state. To her, it was likely the most exciting and nerve racking thing she's ever done. She didn't need to have Liz scowling at her. The last thing they needed was conflict from the very start. "Lead on." Liz nods her head in the direction that Aila was planning to go with the tape still in one hand. "I'll hold up the rear."

'Maybe this is what we all need.' She thought as she felt the tape ring spin in her hand while they walked. She spent so much of her time trying to do what she felt would help her family, future, career...its not like she hasn't had fun in the meantime. She watched at a light ahead of her turned on. It made it easier for them to stay close together...this is the first time she's had this much stability in her life with the freedom to risk living a little more care free and being capable of enjoying herself. Provided she wasn't caught.

The sound of the tape roll rubbing against her fingers and the rustling of footsteps was all she could hear. She could have sworn hearing somewhere that this was supposed to be a bird sanctuary. Alas, not a single bird, cricket or, anything. Liz hears Aila speak while they walk. She sounds a bit winded. Liz chuckles under her breath and pulls out a cigarette. "We've made it this far, I think we'll be fine." The officer, with the unlit cig still in her mouth, squeezes between two trees. She juggles for the lighter and nearly loses it in the underbrush. By the time she successfully lights it they make it to the large building that they had seen on the map. "Tired already? I thought teens were supposed to have more energy." She muses with the cigarette pinched between her lips while she tied the tape to a tree that's the closest to the clearing. "If you'd like, you can tag along next time me and a few buddies go hiking. Improve your cardio, work on your lungs and put some meat on your bones." She saw the irony that she set herself up for. She was more serious than joking even with the chuckling and smirk on her face.

Before they split up she puts the tape in Aila's hand. One end re-tied to a sapling right next to the building. "Think you could humor me and hold onto this? In case we don't find anything interesting and want to catch up. Or in case something goes wrong with your flashlights?" She waited for Aila's decision instead of forcing it on the girl. The cigarette was hanging from her mouth with a growing tip of ash threatening to fall from it.

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Liz steps into the huge building with Aaron and Eve. The place had certainly seen better days. Parts of the ceiling and walls were coming down. Some of the rusting piping looked like it couldn't support itself either. "This place is at least pretty wide open. As long as we stay within each other's eye sight I think we'll be fine." She shines a flashlight on an old phone book that looks like it was printed in the 50's. "Remind me why we're here again Aaron? Just so I know how long we'll need to be here?"

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He was still a little ways away from the rest of the group. Constant didn't even take notice to the fact they were having a discussion on what to do and where to go,whilst look at the map. His back was turned and his eyes were observing the vast, indiscernible vista before him. His eyes couldn't quite penetrate the obscurity. It didn't matter anyway, the faint voices behind him caught his attention and he made his way back over to the assembly. He got close enough to make out the words 'split up', which Constant really didn't think much of at the time. That, or the thoughts just didn't really bother him that much. In fact, he'd even forgotten the fact that he was on an abandoned, haunted island for a minute, somehow.

Treading through the thicket was far more difficult than he thought. Not only did it physically take a lot more effort, but he also kept turning to look back. The trees at least gave some sort of comfort, having his back out wasn't exactly something he enjoyed too much. He couldn't exactly push away the feeling that something other than his companions were behind them. He was sort of paranoid. He couldn't help it; it was something he had to live with all his life. He didn't exactly know why. But those thoughts were pushed out of his mind, as soon as he heard Aila begin to speak. She caught Constant's attention immediately. He nodded

"This is getting messy." He said as he began watching his step and picking up his feet to make sure he doesn't trip over anything. Then he looked up just in time to Aila falter. He reached out to try and grab her shoulder, but it was already too late. Thankfully she regained her balance in time.

"Careful." He chuckled taking a look around as well as watching the others walked into the building. He took a moment to look at Aila.

"Well. Where to?" Absolutely clueless as to where they were to be, since he didn't hear the whole discussion earlier on where they'd be going. He couldn't help but think he needed to pay closer attention, otherwise he'd get lost. That also reminded him to look behind him every now and then. The thought of being out in the open, exposed sent chills up his spine, giving him a bad feeling of unfathomable discomfort.

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Cain

The group of new visitor to the vastly silent island drew closer to the years of unused buildings the land around was not very forgiving. Everything from the sway of the trees and the feel of the grass was more then enough to make this place awkward to the eye as well as the other senses. But for the those moving along the brush they were barely aware of the things just out of sight. Every few moments a flashlight or their camera would show something just out of the edge of their range. A creature padding its way out of view or something skittering away under a door. Though they were not sure what to think it, the strange happenings played slightly on the mind because even then it was happening. They did not know if it was real, or the dark playing tricks with them.

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Cain is Purple


Not far from the quad the earth was beginning to split, as if a rift was opening inside and the partially exposed form of Cain pressed forth from its travels. Unlike his prey the night air and lack of light was of no concern to him and those under his employ. From his vantage under the brush he could see the groups moving as then they split, this cause a smile to fold over his face as he pressed his palms to the ground and pulling himself out from the ground completely.
As he stood he looked over his shoulders and whistled which quickly got attention as several heavily furred forms streaked from the underbrush. From their looks it was obvious that they were wolves of some sort, though it was strange seeing as their kind had not been seen on the island in many years. The eyes they possessed were a sickening yellow, like that of a sun tanned corpse. All he need do was beckon them on and they lurched up to his side as they kept a strangely vacant stare.

"Drive them inside, I want to see just what they will do.. but don't be too aggressive.. Let them feel in control.." As soon as he finished they all took a large leap clearing through the high grass and hit the ground running. Six in all they split in even numbers to seek out the two small groups, moving with great speed and stealth as they pressed through the brush. The wolves began howling and pressing their charge towards the two groups, circling back around them and coming from the shoreline. Doing their duty of forcing the groups deep into the buildings.