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I cocked an eyebrow as she just got out and dress… in front of me. I rolled cerulean eyes at her. She was something else. I felt slight heat rush into my cheeks as she questioned me on the subject of me snorting. “Certainly not!” I replied rather hastily, I probably would have looked away from her if it wasn’t for her eyes. They were a pretty beautiful shade of bright green. I shook my head. They were just eyes to see with. What was so amazing about them anyway? I listened to her as she talked about her mom. My eyes betrayed my inward emotions for a split second as sadness entered my eyes before I covered it up quickly. “At least your mom comes back.” I muttered under my breath before snapping out of my small trance. I shook my head slightly as I looked back up. An awkward kind of charm about me, I cracked a slight half crooked smile as I rolled my blue eyes at her yet again. “We can’t have you missing out on stealing the ringleader’s hat, can we?” I laughed slightly as I ushered her inside. I closed the door behind me as the rain started to really come down fast and hard.

So now Margo was inside of my house, and I just realized I honestly had no clue as to who she was at all. I swallowed. Normally by now, I was drinking to quell the rising pain in my wrist. So I was a little twitchy since the pain had started to rise up again. But with Margo here, I had the odd urge to not let her see me do any of that kind of horrible stuff. I sighed and looked out the window. “You might have to hide out in here for a while, if you don’t mind.” I looked back at her as I relayed the situation to her.

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Clio froze in her tracks, looking at Jordan. “Go on ahead. I’ll meet you at the manor.” She said, quickly walking to Adrian’s. Wing. Fallen angel. She finally reached his house and knocked, well, banged on the door. This wasn’t good.

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working on form, post tomorrow.

When Clio goes back I wasn't her first pulse of her little demonic thing to happen]]

Clio cursed and tried his phone again.

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Clio was hesitant. He sounded awfully calm but there was something off in his voice. She couldn’t put a finger on what it was. “Uh.. Adrian?” She finally understood it. He didn’t sound like he hated her at the moment. The hell? “Are you okay? You don’t sound like you… hate me…” She answered slowly. “Anyway, where are you?” She questioned, her senses on high alert for anything unusual. There was something off about Cyrus and she couldn’t quite figure out what it was that bothered her so much about him. Might as well stop by and see if Quinn knew anything about what Cyrus could be. She sighed, knocking a few times on the door of The Undertaker’s. Clio was waiting for Adrian’s reply as she tapped her foot lightly against the concrete.

[justify]First name;; Baguette
Last name;; Veris
Gender;; Male, Tom
Sexuality;; Straight
Face;; The outer rim of his eyes are a dark, almost chocolate brown. Closest to the pupil is a very thin line of pale blue. The reason his eyes are very unique? The light, pale blue in his eyes can’t be seen unless someone is practically nose to nose with Baguette. His perfectly rounded eyes are set above a very pink nose that stands out all on its own.
Pelt;; Baguette is brown ticked tabby. His coat is a lighter brown that resembles a light milk chocolate mixed in with his dark chocolate markings. On his legs, he has a couple of faded tabby stripes that almost completely blend in with his coat’s base color. His tail is a long, extended appendage that allows him exceptional balance when walking, jumping, swimming, and running.
Personality;; Baguette is kind of a scatter brained kitty. He could be talking about something as trifle as the color of his prey’s fur color and then, not even transitioning sentences, talk about the color of the sky and the weather today. He can’t really focus on one thing unless he’s absolutely serious about something. He’s sort of a distanced cat though. He doesn’t go out of his way to meet anybody. So breaking through that wall of his isn’t very likely unless you’re very persistent. If you can get through to his actual heart, he treats you very kindly and differently than the rest.
Quirks and Faults;; Baguette, in his left ear, is completely deaf. He also tends to tilt his head slightly to the left when thinking or questioning, or even talking to somebody. He likes to take left turns, and basically, favors his left over anything right.
Other;; Sorry for not posting this yesterday. I had a storm and the wifi sort of fizzled out and died on me.

Username;; C o l o r
Screen Name;; ❥C o l o r f u l n e s s
Nickname;; Color
Activity [1 through 10];; About an eight
Muse [1 through 10];; Right now? Around six or seven
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Clio just rolled her eyes. That was the only thing, she sighed. She banged on the door a little before resuming her waiting position. Her foot’s tapping rhythm and volume increased. “You left The Undertaker’s? Ten minutes ago?” She questioned. That story didn’t add up. From where Adrian’s house was it took only a few minutes. Five if you got lost! She paused. “Adrian? Is that really you? You would have to have no eyes to take ten minutes to get back.. to..” Cyrus. “Adrian, where the hell are you?” She asked, completely frozen.

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I looked over at Margo with amusement shining in my eyes until she made the remark about her house being ‘empty’. I knew how that felt. Then she asked about me being gay. At first I had been nodding in agreement with the first half of her statement about not being bothered by seeing her naked. I froze, looking at her surprised shock. What was with that? Gay? Okay, I have a lot of problems; I get it, but gay? Heat flushed my cheeks. “Excuse me? Gay? No, I assure you I’m very straight.” I then blushed a little harder. She asked me about wanting to go with her to steal the ringleader’s hat. I smiled my crooked smile as amusement flooded back into my cerulean gaze. “That sounds like quite a bit of fun. Count me in.” Then she laid down on the couch and opened up about wanting to go live in space among the souls of all the dead people. I sat on the floor by her feet, understanding. Then I looked up at her with a wide, genuine blue gaze.

“I understand how you feel, Margo.” I hesitated on continuing. I mean, she was the first person I actually like having a conversation with. “Then again, I think the souls of the actual living, breathing are better company. Even though they talk a lot, and are not as good company as the ones who don’t talk back.” I flashed another smile. I felt comfortable around her. I felt myself actually looking forward to tomorrow.. for once.

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Clio turned to Quinn, hitting the END button to exit the call as she glared. “What the hell is Cyrus?” She asked, pushing him aside as she walked in. She glanced around then turned back to Quinn. “I would have only knocked if you had answered the first time, Quinn.” She asked.

Clio glared. "I asked what he was, not where he was." She replied evenly.

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Clio clenched her teeth together when she heard the tone of Quinn's voice. Her glare hardened and then disappeared as pure, genuine fear flashed through her eyes at the mention of Jack's name. She blinked and it faded. "You're such an asshole, Quinn!" She raised her voice and turned, walking off. This was not the time to engage in petty arguments. She stalled back to her major, letting the door slammed shut behind her as she stormed up the stairs into her room. Her door cracked at the top from the force she used to slam it shut. She kicked off her boots, wincing add they hit the wall and plopped down onto her bed, heart racing. Was this what fear felt like? Checking the shadows to make suite Jack couldn't sneak up on her? Then she froze. She could hear him. Hear his laugh add he saw her struggle with fear. No, she was just being paranoid. She hoped anyway. "Lets make this more interesting, shall we?" It was his voice. The voice of Jack of Cards. She could see him in the corner of her room. An overwhelming wave of fear crashed over me, making me extremely dizzy. The thing about Jack, he had made his voice audible to only her, Riley, and Jordan. He wanted to see them scramble. Then he was gone.

At first there was just a slight burning sensation a if she was over heated. Then hot, liquid flames felt like they were engulfing her entire body. From the tip of her toes to the top of her head it felt like she was being roasted alive. She started screaming and thrashing about as if she was a part of an exorcism. I screamed over and over, fear creeping into each scream with more and more force. The covers the sheet, everything was off the bed except for me and the mattress. I had to admit: I was thoroughly terrified. I didn't know what was happening or if I could even survive this. My head had started pounding so much it took me a few more seconds to realize my heart had stopped beating.I was even more terrified than before as this dawned on me. This was all Jack's fault! I screamed as his enchanted laugh filled the major. Those who could hear him were the only ones who could hear me. This, of course, I didn't realize. I screamed as if my limbs were being slowly ripped off.I say up, my body aching as the fiery prison released me, panting. My eyes were wide with fear. If I knew they weren't normal, I wouldn't have left them open.

Thank you so much!! Making subaccount right now.. I really appreciate it!!

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I took note of her smile. It was beautiful and suited her quite nicely. My smile widened as she referred to me as her partner in crime. Then she slid next to me and put a hand on my bandaged wrist. I blanched as she asked me why I did it. Why? Maybe it was to feel the pain and know that I was still rooted into this godforsaken world. Maybe it was a hope to one day not feel it any more. It was an escape from this world as well. All pent up emotions were released from my body. I swallowed hard. How was I going to respond to her? I opened my mouth to speak when she basically rebuked her statement saying that it wasn’t any of her business.

Where to start? “Okay, you see the house, right? I mean, of course you do.” I managed a partial smile. “There aren’t any pictures of me at all, right? Well, I was sort of dumped on my Aunt and Uncle when my parents came by. The part that stings is that it was a split second decision and they were supposed to come back in two weeks.” I felt an immense pressure that I didn’t know I had start to slowly disappear as I confided in Margo. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I could tell her anything. “So my parents abandoned me, and then, come to find out, my Aunt and Uncle couldn’t care less about me unless I set the house on fire and watched it burn down from the outside.” I took in a deep breath as I continued slowly. “You asked why I cut myself, correct?” I didn’t even wait for an answer as I prepared myself to tell her.

“Well, it started when I first, by accident, but myself on the kitchen knife while I was depressed and cleaning up after yet another meal I had eaten by myself. The pain was terrible, but it was like all of my pent up emotions were drawn out of my body. Then everything slowly was starting spiraling out of control. It started with alcohol to soothe the pain and then drugs here and there to mess up my system so I didn’t feel anything and could pretend I was happy for once.” I exhaled, my cerulean eyes gone cloudy with pain, sadness, and regret. Then stood up quickly, quite embarrassed I had just spilled my life story with Margo. She was practically a stranger to me, yet, I felt like I could talk to her about anything and everything from how it felt to wake up in the morning feeling as if there was nobody in the world you could rely on, from how it felt to actually talk to somebody without faking everything for a while. I glanced outside, swallowing hard. “It looks like the rain stopped coming down as hard. Its lightened up quite a bit since when you came in.” I walked into the kitchen. The time one the oven said 3:09. Three four hours before ‘Auntie’ and Uncle even made an appearance.

I took out a frying pan, greased it and then put it over a flame on the oven top. I glanced back at Margo. “You hungry at all? I haven’t eaten today, so I’m starved.” I asked her, reaching into the fridge for some ingredients.

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I felt a small lift of the corner of my mouth as I heard her fussing over my wrists. I had an orange mixing bowl on one of my hips, mixing French toast batter, raised my eyebrows. “Of course I don’t.” I teased, then ducking back into the kitchen. I started dipping pieces of bread in the batter and laying them out on a greased frying pan to cook them individually. Then she started to talk about her father. I felt a small smile creep up onto my face. She sounded different when she talked about her dad. I envied him. I blinked, surprised that a thought like that had crossed my mind. I realized why though. He got to live out a full life for three years at least, but he had also come to an unfortunate end to cancer. I sighed, finishing up cooking the French toast and bringing it out on a plate. Then she confessed about when the dog, Sparky, had died. He gave her a tiny smile and handed her French toast.

“I don’t think he would have regretted his life though. Think about it, he still got to live at least three full years of life. That’s a blessing I’m sure he realized. You shouldn’t be sad about Sparky’s death either. Sparky got to reunite with your dad, and, eventually, you will to. It’s the cycle of life.” I gave her a little bit wider grin as I handed her a fork also. “Eat up. The secret ingredient..” I leaned in close to her ear to lighten up the mood. “Is poison, enjoy!” I leaned back on the heels of my feet with a huge smile on my face. Then I looked at her, cerulean eyes to bright emerald eyes. “I’ll be here tomorrow, I promise. Now, eat.”

Quinn wad the one who confused me]]

Clio caught sight of her reflection across the room in a mirror. She put her head underneath the covers.

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Clio walked down the stairs with a grimace on her face. “I still don’t want to do this, Brynn.” She turned to the blonde girl at the end of the stairs. This was all her fault. She had twisted her arm until she said yes, metaphorically of course. It had been a few months with wearing glasses on and off. So far no sign of Jack. Today she was wary, extremely wary. “I hate Christmas. It has never been celebrated once in this mansion. Why now?” Clio whined as waited for the Phantomhives to get here. She was waiting on Michelle to get here in two hours. Ciel and Sebastian would arrive in a few seconds. Brynn just smiled. Ding! Dong! The bell went off and Brynn opened it, closing it only a few moments later with a box that was simply marked Best Wishes. Hope you enjoy Christmas. Open at midnight. Such a cryptic message. She sighed. Then she heard the carriage pull up and opened the door, seeing Sebastian in mid knock. Her face clearly said it all. The only one who knew why she was so upset would be Cyrus. Not to be mean, but she hoped he wouldn’t randomly show up. Tonight was going to be stressful enough without him showing up and making everybody tense. “Right this way. Don’t expect anything much. The only one excited is Brynn. Maybe Riley, if I could get him to speak..” She looked completely not amused and as if she was being tortured.

[Going to kick things off to get to the gist of things]

Clio has a depressed aura rolling off of her as she set the box down. One minute before midnight. Brynn said Christmas was technically over at midnight. “Sorry that it won’t last long, but I HATE Christmas.” She sounded as if she was being thrown through fire and bathing with hot coals. She sat down, handed Sebastian a small, gray, fluffball of a kitten. Then she handed Ciel [can’t think so insert whatever Ciel wants here] and sat back, glancing at the medium sized box at her feet. She kicked it and saw that it hadn’t made a noise. Good. She looked at Brynn. “Who’s it from?” Brynn shrugged. I peeked into the box, picked it up, and threw it against the wall. “Fucking asshole! Leave me the hell alone, you jackass! I know you’re there gloating, bastard!” I felt color drain from my face and walked over to the box where a single skull had fallen out. I stomped it into pieces and disappeared into the kitchen, locking the door behind me after kicking everyone out.