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    [hello everyone... ;u; i suck at this, but at least i can decently set this up for ye guysss. ANYWAYS, HERE YOU GO, I EVEN MADE A TITLE, I THINK IT FITS PRETTY WELL, PLUS IT'S A GOOD SONG]


    The strong beam of light emitting from the flash light provided Cailean with warmth and protection, though he was aware the only good it would is help the Irishman see. One hand flew into his clover green hoodie pocket and a thumb flipped on the switch of the EMF detector before he finally got the gears in his head turning. A day ago the Kirkland brothers were dared to adventure into a grave yard around 9 at night, which he was enthusiastically jittery about, due to where he did most of his work; the freckled boy then grinned his normal cheshire cat grin before shifting his lively green eyes speckled with gold to look at his brothers, realizing none of them had spoken a word since they set out for a night. "Ey lassies," Cailean started, "how are you guys doin'? It's pretty dark out, I wonder if we catch anything there. Heh heh, don't worry I'll be there to protect you wee lassies." He turned back around and continued moving, slowing to a stop when they finally reached the gate to the cemetery. "You guys ready to pee yer pants?"

    [align=center][font=georgia]Arthur followed behind his brothers, frowning a little. He didn't want to enter the cemetery, but he would never admit it. He knew that his brothers would annoy him about it if he said anything about how maybe this wasn't such a good idea or that they should just turn around and go back.


    Arthur walked past Cailean when he stopped, entering the cemetery before the others. "Shut up and let's just get this over with," he huffed impatiently.


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    "Who're you calling a lassie?" A low growl erupted out from Allistor's throat as he reached forth to thwak his brother's head with quiet a force. "I should be the one saying that to you instead, you blockhead." What was he s excited about? That insanely annoying grin of his..and that little speks of gold dotted in his green eyes...he couldn't really predict what kind of ideas Cailean had inside his mind at the moment. Chewing on his half-lit cigarette, Allistor examined the rusted metal bars of the gate with an empty expression on his face. Damn, a graveyard...it wasn't really the place that he preferred to be in. Not that he was scared or anything, but the place just gave him eerie feelings that he didn't like too much. Letting go of the cigar in his mouth, the red haired man ground it against the stone hard ground with the heel of his boot before zipping up his dark blue jacket with a scowl. "Mm, ready as ever..so shut your noisy trap and go in."

    Chuckling, even after Allistor hit him, Cailean walked into the grave yard. "Okay, they said we have to stay here until midnight, which is in..." He trailed off, shining the flashlight on his golden watch. "Three hours!" He brought the light back onto the ground in front of him and took another step deeper into the cemetery. His fiery blast of soft, red hair illuminated in the shine of the crescent moon like a bonfire; the Irishman continued glancing at his brothers, searching for any sign of fright just so he could mock them. "Do you guys believe in ghosts?" He asked casually.

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    "Three hours...yeah sounds good enough." Allistor paced up towards both his brothers, both his hands stuck inside his pocket for the whole time. Here it went with the eerie feeling again, even though the graveyard was so dark and silent, something always found its way next to Allistor's nerves. The male narrowed his forest green eyes in small irritation, his knuckle finding itself up near his mouth as the man began to nibble restlessly on the sleeve of his jacket. Do you guys believe in ghosts?
    At the question, the elder quit on his nibbling and retrieved his arms back into the pocket. "I ...guess so?" Ghosts,..mm...definitely not on his favortie list either.


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    [align=center][font=georgia]"Ghosts?" Arthur scoffed, looking over at Cailean. "Of course not... Why the bloody hell would I believe in something as ridiculous as a ghost?" He frowned, putting his hands in his jacket's pockets as he warily glanced around the graveyard. Okay, maybe he did believe in ghosts-- but only a little! Fairies and unicorns were much more realistic to him. He had never really seen anything evil like his brothers had, so it was difficult for him to imagine a ghost.


    "...Besides, even if there are ghosts, they were once people, weren't they...? I'm sure they wouldn't hurt anyone," he told himself that he said this to make sure his brothers felt safe, but really he was just trying to help himself be brave.


    "...Well, they might hurt Allistor-- no one likes him."

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    "I wouldn't be so sure about that, Arthur. There are reasons why there are ghosts- violent deaths, revenge, ecetera..." Cailean mumbled, stopping next to a grave marker to check it out. "Huh!" He breathed, biting his lower lip at the name. The name looked so familiar, yet the Irishman couldn't put his finger on it. Despite that, he turned away from it and rolled his eyes at his brothers' stupidity. He checked his watch again, mouth forming a small 'oh' when he realized they've spent about 30 minutes there, a low beeping sound following after. It came from his pocket. The left one, where his EMF was hiding.

    [align=center][font=georgia]Arthur glared at Cailean. "Thanks for informing me," he said, then added under his breath, "Idiot." He calmly wandered away from the others to look around, hands still in his jacket pockets.

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    The little beeping noises had hooked his attention back. Where was it coming from?..oh, the EMF detector. "Better check on that, Cailean." His voice came out in an annoyed tone as Allistor stared at his youngest brother's insolent behavior towards his brothers. The beeping noises, they came out when the little machine had detected something..so that meant.?...Now getting into the situation, Allistor drew out a sharp breath and he turns to face Cailean in a more direct way now. "Alright, how long have we been in here??..." He pauses to lower his tone down a little, he didn't want to sound frightened like a little cat. "Annd you should really check your damn machine too."

    Pulling the detector out of his pocket, lowering it to his thigh so the others would have a lesser chance of finding it. All of the dim lights were lit up, and the beeping was still occurring, sending a shiver down his spine; shoving it in his pocket and turning around to gather his brothers, Cailean spotted Arthur away from the group, sending alarm in his eyes. "Artie, get back here!" He turned back to Allistor, flicking him in his head. "Shut up, I know what to do. And we've been here for about 32 minutes now."



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    Allistor flinched back as his forehead was flicked, a small growl pulled out from his throat soon after. He knew what to do apparently, so for now, he was going to stay put and leave everything on Cailean. at the mention of Arthur, Allistor raised his head back up to stare at the youngling's direction, a small look of annoyance forming back on his face. Catching up with the blonde Brit, Allistor pulled him back by the elbow and scowled down at the younger Kirkland. "Stop straying around like an idiot and stay back here, will you?"

    [align=center][font=georgia]Arthur frowned at Cailean's shout for him to come back and then he rolled his eyes. He wandered further away just to be stubborn, saying, "Why should I?" He smirked and then mocked, "Are you scared because I'm not over there to protect you, Cailean?" He couldn't hear very well, so he didn't know that the machine was beeping. He could barely even hear Cailean's shout.


    Arthur squeaked in surprise when Allistor dragged him back, immediately arguing. "I am not an idiot!" he snapped. "You can't tell me what to do, I'll do what I please!"





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    Cailean waved the device around, attempting to find the source of the beeping. He decided it came from the west, right where a small silohuette of a shack stood out in the, starry sky. He dashed over to Allistor and Arthur, growling in annoyance at both of them. "The EMF is going off the charts, Artie, we gotta get outta here. Now." The Irishman was barely ever serious, but when it came to this, serious was his mddle name.


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    Ha, and since when was this guy ever this serious? "Aw, do we really have to?" Allistor dragged on his word with a crooked grin forming on his face. "I mean, is it really that serious...enough for us to get out?" The man still held fast to Arthur's arm, determined to keep him away from running away. "It's a machine, Cailean..." Wow, that sounded a bit dumb, but oh well. The Scottish let out a short sneer and stared off to the direction where the path led only deeper into the graveyard. "So we're not going, hm?"

    [align=center][font=georgia]Arthur scowled. "...I think we should explore some more," he said, but not very loudly; he figured no one would listen anyways. He huffed.

    "Lads, please, no, you gotta trust me on this! I have iron somewhere packed at home, so maybe we should run home and get that and then come back here if you guys still want to. But this machine is pretty friggin accurate!" Cailean urged them, shoving the device back into his pocket, the beeping still sounding loudly; he flipped the switch on the side to turn it off, then his hand retreated to his belt where the redhead kept his silver knife opener.


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    Having stayed close behind, Dylan somehow managed to keep up with his siblings, oblivious to their conversation; he had the tendency to be a bit of an airhead sometimes. But now the three of them were talking, but the Welsh male still wasn't listening. If he had to come here, then he wasn't going to waste oxygen on something he didn't want to do.


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    "Mm, sure." Allistor replied back sarcastically at Cailean's frets, obviously he wasn't too worried about whatever was going on around at the place. Noticing that the Irish was reaching for the knife, Allistor let go of Arthur with a heavy jerk. "Ugh, fine..if you say that it's really that serious...let's go then." Seriously, it was just a machine and Cailean was trusting that little machine of his. Rolling his eyes at the blank expression on Dylan's face, Allistor walked past him, making sure to bump into his shoulders on purpose. "We're going now, Dyl.."
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    Arthur huffed at Cailean. "You can go back and get it if you're really that scared, but I'm not going back," he said. "I'm not worried about a few ghosts." He was really just too stupid stubborn to go back. Plus, he didn't want Francis to hear about him chickening out of a dare. He'd never be allowed to hear the end of it.


    As soon as Allistor let him go, Arthur bolted away and further into the graveyard faster than a retreating Italian. No way in hell was he leaving the cemetery before twelve! No way in hell!

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