The Messes of Men

Caius de Vries Murder House Ghost Looks Seventeen ❝ If he can only perform good or only perform evil, then he is a clockwork orange—meaning that he has the appearance of an organism lovely with colour and juice but is in fact only a clockwork toy to be wound up by God or the Devil. ❞

[parkershay-blog]

The voice caused her to jump a bit and she turned to find the source, eyebrow raising at the comment. “Thanks… I think…” Glancing around, Parker straightened up a bit more, hands resting on her hips. “Have we met? I don’t feel like we have. I remember people when I meet them. It’s my super power.” 

[caiusdevries-blog]

Although the words might’ve been structured as a compliment, they were not aimed to be taken as one. People were things in his eyes, mere objects that were placed there for his own selfish means of entertainment. “If that was the case, then you wouldn’t have asked,” he pointed out the flaws in her utterance, not caring for heedless tongues.

[parkershay-blog]

“I have the sneaking suspicion that I’m late for something… again…” As she walked, Parker glanced around her, hoping for visual cues. “Any chance you know what that is?”

[caiusdevries-blog]

With a blasé bearing, Caius directed his attention to the source of the noise. His expression phlegmatic, despite the pretty sight. Instead of answering her question, be it theoretical or not, he chose to merely look at her for a long pause. “You are a pretty little thing,” he lazily breathed.

[tuimaouu]

[palemoonlightt]

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[caiusdevries-blog]

                                    ❝    This is your baptism                                     and you can't forgive em                                        This is your baptism                                  and you can't forgive em    ❞

[caiusdevries-blog]

OOC TASK #1:

Although it is quite the drastic and triggering plotline, I would like to see Caius succeeding in abducting a male living character and achieving his ghostly goal. Seeing that he himself died to accidental asphyxiation from being sexually attacked by Patrick (from AHS S01) Caius has this possessing need to do the same onto others. (more info on that here)

I would like to see Caius actually weakening for a character, not to say that they are capable of caring for someone unconditionally— but with development and time, he might begin to trust them.

Of course, being the arrogant and superficial boy that he is; it would come of no shock to see Caius bullying the Freaks that stumble into the Murder House, especially those with visible disabilities. 

It would be interesting to see Caius partnering up with a witch, more so with a witch that is clairvoyant or has the ability to revive ghosts. I’m sure there would be a sparring in views and perhaps even conviction from his end.

Connections with ghosts that reside in the murder house, maybe a mentor or even a rival.

IC TASK #1:

Inner Monologue.

Fuckin’ hell, if I have to hear another word about the damn liaison— Fuck. How long can one go on about a latex suit and a Junglejim4322 without excluding the “@yahoo.com.” in every single argument? Who the hell uses Yahoo, anyway? 

I mean, for shit’s sake, you don’t see me complaining over being smothered to death by a guy that was ultimately thrilled by cybersex. Seriously, has Patrick never heard of Grindr? Did we even have that app in 2010? Pretty sure we did.

Welcome to the Murder House, otherwise known as a skin flick gone wrong. and no, I will not bother to come up with a wittier title for a shithole. That’s exactly what this house is, a place where people that had the indisputable congruity to excrements gathered. Myself included, I am what was often describes as the scum of the earth, and that was by my seven-year-old sister. Now, you can imagine how creative eloquent tongues could get. I’ll leave that to your imagination, and don’t hold back..

So here I am, stuck in the labyrinth of The House of Usher. Where you’re limited to:

A. The bitching and moaning souls of the living. 

B. The bitching and moaning souls of the dead. 

C. All the above simultaneously.

Either way, I’ve royally screwed myself over for the rest of eternity. Joy,

Of course, there were upsides that came with purgatory. For one thing, you’re never condemned for the sins you execute.  

[vincent-themonster]

Crashing Dishes~Open

Vincent made his way down the corridor of the murder house, an assortment of dishes in each hand. He’d found that the only problem with pretending you work somewhere is that you actually have to do the work. “I’m too dead for this.”, he thought, chuckling to himself. However, it kept him busy and he got bored often lately. The man huffed and pressed his back into the kitchen door and heard a smash as he did so. Turning swiftly, the dishes fell from his hands and crashed to the ground. “Goddamni-.” The words cut short from his lips as he noticed another figure on this side of the door. “Oh, erm..” Vincent cleared his throat. “Forgive me, I’ll, uh, clean this up.”

[caiusdevries-blog]

How tedious, the solemn figure thought to himself, as he watched the older dweller carry out the mundane acts of the living. With his frigid blues blurred behind the tendrils of alabaster smoke that climbed off his cancerous stick, he dissected the man for everything that he was— or better put, no longer was. Elevating an indifferent brow to the apology, Caius remained situated in his spot, not bothering to lift a finger to help. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, waiting for the other to get on his knees and gather the broken pieces. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the boy let out a sound of disimprovement. 

[canonbxys]

William had been looking around the so called murder house. It was supposedly haunted with ghosts and spirits of a malevolent kind, though William wasn’t sure if he believed it. Of course that’s why he was here. To see if he could find anything that would pique his interests. Noticing a young boy at the top of the stairs, William made his way to the second levels, taking his time to look around as he began walking. “Hello? Are you down here, darling?”

[caiusdevries-blog]

Running his fingers along the intricate details covering the walls, he always remained one step ahead of the other— keeping his presence obscure in the darkness that shrouded them. “Darling?” He mused aloud; derision elevating their tone. Turning the corner, he finally stepped into the light and turned to face the other, the same disingenuous look contorting his exemplary features. Caius dragged his glacial eyes from their face to shoes and then back up, once more. He didn’t belong here, that was for sure. “You lost, little thing?”

[caiusdevries-blog]

Attaching itself like a second skin, the darkness swallowed him. Black, it stained him in acceptance of the stygian heart he bore. A ghost of a smirk slithered its way onto his sinful lips; how divine. Curling his willowy digits, he wrapped them around the bannister as he peered down. Taking a closer look at the shifting figure below. What a delectable plaything they’d make, surely something Patrick might approve of. Caius remained stagnant and silent in his spot, not moving until the other took notice of his presence. Soundlessly, he pushed back, gracing them with a sardonic and disdainful glance before he removed himself from the scene, and melded in with the abysmal shadows of the halls.