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okavcry‌:

“sure thing, babe. anything for the fans,” avery said and leaned against a nearby doorframe, offering clara a quick, and rather unnecessary, wink. “as one of these aforementioned ‘people in it’, i definitely feel qualified and you have my promise, that i’ll do my absolute best.” despite having been here for quite a few months by now, he didn’t feel fully qualified to actually say anything about here. everything was weird and there was already too many wasting their time trying to figure it all out. still - she was hot and he liked talking. why wouldn’t he agree to this? “on a scale from grass growing to sex tape, how interesting would you say these… things are? i’m pretty sure someone once said that honesty is for the birds, and…” he trailed off, trying to think of where he was going with this so he could get back on track. “something about me being a bird for pay, i don’t know.”

“i’d have to know who you are to be a fan,” she responded, eyeing him judgmentally. “am i supposed to? because even with only recently getting in here, you don’t look too familiar.” she wasn’t saying it to be rude necessarily. ... maybe partially. “alright, well...” her voice drifted as she tried to decide where to start. she guessed she already somewhat asked the basics, enough that she could push forward, and he seemed like someone who could handle it a little better than some. or most. “both. i’ll let you pick how many times i click to the next film. a random number, and you just have to deal with watching whatever you see.” she really did have a variation of porn to the most boring, useless footage - or, things other people would probably deem useless. herself, personally, she thought it all felt necessary. “well, i’ll pay up,” she promised with a nod. whether or not it’d be a good pay was part of the fun, she thought. “do you jerk off more now that you’re stuck in this place? or do you still fuck a lot? assuming you aren’t a virgin. if you are - sad. must suck to have such limited options on getting your dick wet for the first time,” she went on with a tilt of her head, her own thought process drifting and her words less directed at him as they did.

#;avery

scphics‌:

without even thinking about it, sophie found herself nodding at the question. “sure, yeah. what do you wanna know?” she asked, pretty sure nothing she could tell the other girl would be worth filming it. the fact that she had been stuck here for quite some time already caused her to not find it interesting enough to even talk about anymore. “hmm, what things? well, i don’t have anything to hide so i don’t see why i wouldn’t be honest with you.”

“everything.” and when she said that, she really meant everything. people always fascinated her. it was part of why she’d always started carrying around a camera of her own, filming her life as casually as she could. as if there wasn’t ever a camera. it was to really take a look into the life of someone else. sure, there were plenty of things that everyone shared or had experienced. there was no one person with completely unique experiences, but the way they dealt with them was a different story. much like how ending up in the mansion wasn’t a unique thing for any of them, but the way that they dealt with it could be. “good. i appreciate pretty honest girls,” she said with a wink, starting her camera. “i need the basics first. name, age when you entered, how long you’ve been in this place, and why you ended up here. that way i can ask actual questions after.”

#;sophie

ofstuck‌:

❝ —– HEY ! ❞ she’s many things , but subtle is not one of them . lola’s been rehearsing this all day , and with NO audience to perform to , she needs SOMEONE to give her feedback . she needs attention —– what’s that thing called ? spotlight withdrawal . ugh , and at this point she doesn’t care who it is . ❝ tell me how this sounds , ❞ and then begins the most thematic rendition of ophelia’s monologue from hamlet you’ve ever seen .

being stopped on the way to the kitchen for a snack and, admittedly, made clara a little grumpy to begin with. she was hungry, and after the realization that she’d never lose or gain weight again, she was fully planning on stuffing her face with as much as possible. still, she stopped because the girl was pretty, and that was usually all the convincing clara needed to take a few minutes of her day for someone. “okay...” her voice drifted as the girl started off on a dramatic monologue, clara stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest as she watched. when it was over, she let out a soft hum, lifting her chin up. “impressive. have anything more recent?” with a grin, she finally let her arms drop. “... but that sounded good, i guess. very dramatic, if that’s what you’re going for, but also, quick suggestion - a little warning beforehand would be cool. it made it kinda awkward because i didn’t know what the fuck was happening for at least thirty seconds in the beginning.”

#;lola

shothroughthehart‌:

“i need to do something,” savannah stated, her tone laced with boredom. she had done way to much reading in the time she’d been stuck in the mansion, more than she’d probably done since she was forced to as a child in school. “please tell me there’s something remotely exciting right now, or i might just die of boredom,” she threw out with an ironic smile. if only. she was sure that if it was possible to die of boredom that someone would have figured it out by then.

“are you coming onto me?” clara raised a suspicious brow. “i wouldn’t quite say this is porn material. maybe pornhub, lowest of lows kinda thing where she says she’s bored and then it jump-cuts straight to some sixty-nine’ing. we could do that too, i guess, though i do like a little build up,” clara rambled, stretching her legs out as she peered over at the other girl. “or we could spice it up, and do a little roleplay. i’m always a really good teacher.”

#;savannah #// im sry she's... 2 much

bvsishot

#;inspo #dfkjskdjf

melissa benoist, female, she/her. — while wandering the halls i ran into clara swenson. she is a twenty-four year old filmmaker who’s been in the mansion for one week. while at first she seems curious, i’ve seen her be obsessive, too. apparently she frequently made small documentaries on scary places around the world, and visited wanting to have some actual footage inside of the house

#repeatintro #i'm a dumbass what's NEW!

julianliddell‌:

“you’re right,” he said, letting a brief pause linger, “you don’t know me.” not that anyone really did. he was the kind of person who only showed people what he wanted to. being vulnerable wasn’t something julian ever was. letting himself just feel and show those feelings? a ridiculous thought, really. “you’re not a guest, you’re a resident, just like everyone else who’s stuck here. you’re not special,” he commented simply. “you might’ve made it obvious, but that didn’t stop me from wanting details. so go ahead, tell me more. let’s see if it does.” he had his doubts though. she didn’t seem like his type. and, for a moment, he let his thoughts drift back to his ex.

“sure,” he said with a nod, squinting at her. he didn’t care enough to argue the point with her further. the whole ‘i only care about what i think’ response was always an argument winner anyway because, even if it wasn’t true, there’s no way to prove otherwise. though julian was suspicious that everyone cared what others thought, at least a little. even he did, which is why he rarely shared anything about himself. it was easier to remain a mystery than to allow himself to open up to others, even after all this time in the mansion.

he had tried to kill himself. a few different times. always in private, away from others. no one probably even knew that he’s made attempts, and no one would either. he gave up after the sixth attempt, realizing that it was truly no use. “i don’t know. maybe it helps that there’s others to talk to,” he mused, “that they’re not truly alone.” he shrugged. “i guess it is possible. maybe you’ll be the one to find them. isn’t that what you’re hoping for?” there was something off about her, something that he couldn’t quite place. she seemed stranger than most.

the pause made her briefly think that he was giving in, but when he continued, clara let out a laugh, letting her head fall back. “well, now i know that you can be funny. whether or not that’s intentional, i guess i still need to find out.” squinting at him in a playful manner, she hummed as her eyes moved around the room, rather than focus on him. “aw, that’s actually very sweet of you, but i’d like to think i’m still in the initiation process, as an outsider looking in. give me a month, when i actually know some people and have some actual idea of what the hell all of this is, and then i’ll consider myself a real resident. right now i’m just a guest intruding the home that many of you have had for longer than i’m been alive. i know i’m not special, don’t be silly. if i was special, someone would have murdered me before i got here. or i would’ve been famous. instead i was a loser filmmaker with no friends, and now i’m a loser filmmaker in a mansion for the rest of eternity with no friends. big diff.” when he pushed for more, clara had no problem then giving in.

“there’s a lot i did for money. i had a job, boring work as a waitress that did nothing to really help me get by. so i used my camera for good. i’d film myself masturbating, and i’d sell it to weirdos for some quick cash. that was the start, at least. then i guess i started some kind of business, because they’d get more detailed with what they wanted in the videos. i started involving other people... usually girls. i liked having sex with girls, they paid for for it. it was a win all around. then i got to buy a better camera with all the money, but i still continued doing it for fun.” she paused, tilting her head. “want me to keep going?”

“maybe. do you have anyone outside of this place who you miss? that might be what makes people more miserable. or just the constant seclusion, the repetitive days, and fear of not mattering, being forgotten by the people they loved. that can really make a person snap, become someone entirely new.” she looked julian up and down - he was interesting, at least. she felt like there was a little more to him than he was giving out to her. “hoping to find the most miserable people? yes, of course. those are the ones in need of company, and i’ll be happy to provide some distractions for them.”

#;julian #nsfw #// love tagging every clara post nsfw #!

billietm‌:

“as often as i think of something new to try. there’s only so much a girl can do here, y’know,” she said with a sigh, though since clara was still relatively new in comparison, she probably hadn’t experienced the dragging boredom that billie had endured over the last few months. at least not yet. “same,” she said with another sigh, missing her life outside of the mansion. “depends on the other person, in my opinion, cause i’m not the type to, i dunno, be weird about it after? some people take it, like, real seriously though. those are the people to avoid,” she said, “otherwise, i don’t think it makes sense to assume hook ups won’t happen.”

“probably,” she said after a moment, looking around as though she’d be able to spot one from the spine - obviously that wouldn’t be the case though. “too bad there’s not a book look up thing like they have in libraries. that’d make looking up porn books a lot easier, huh?” though she didn’t know if that was really how it worked anyway. going to libraries wasn’t something she had done often. “oh, i can def read you a bedtime story. i’ll tuck you in and everything - so long as i get a good night kiss out of it,” she said suggestively, smirking slightly.

“maybe you’re right. or maybe they’re antisocial people, or something, who’d be too nervous to do that kinda thing,” which seemed like a reasonable guess. “exciting?” she questioned, a brow raising in confusion. “so you’re not bummed to be here, or…?” billie guessed that the gravity of the situation hadn’t sunk in yet. “mm,” she hummed in agreement, “true.” because of their similarities, she couldn’t help but feel a connection to clara. she already decided that she liked her. “if by watching you mean watching you go down on me? then yeah, i’m interested.”

“well... what have you done the most since you got in here?” clara had reacted to being in the house differently than some probably did. she didn’t really have family that would miss her, or vice versa, or very many friends. the lack of the world wasn’t too damaging to make her sad. she was still excited about the new experience. though maybe that would die out, in time. “yeah? i wouldn’t say i’m weird, either.” while clara had an obsessive personality, she never got obsessive over certain people. yet. just things that weren’t quite within her reach, or things that were strange. “though, if people got attached to me, i’d invite them over and show off my knife collection. i’d have fake blood on one of them, and that usually had them running. which only proved to me they weren’t my soulmate. my soulmate would’ve licked the knife and found out it was just strawberry jam.” she giggled at the thought, wiggling her feet. “hook ups better happen. i’m not going an eternity without ever having sex again. then i’d really be miserable.”

“yeah, you have to actually really look inside each book to see if there’s hardcore sex in it. which makes it not worth it. i’d rather write my own smut.” she hummed at the idea. “then you could read that to me. i’ll write it about us... what’s your name?” her eyes finally moved to check billie up and down, before raising an eyebrow. “i’ll give you all the kisses you want, baby.”

“boring,” she sighed, “but understandable, i guess. i’d rather actually fuck, though. too bad there’s no tinder app, mansion addition. i’ve heard if you wish for stuff, the house might give it to you. should i just be bowing down to the walls for some quick way to find out who wants to bang in here?” she laughed at her own words, all too cheerful. “well, considering i was living in a tiny apartment, barely scrapping by, this is an upgrade to my life before.” her gaze moved to the ceiling as she thought. “there’s also tons of food, alcohol... hot people, a creepy vibe - this is kinda like a dream come true for me.” turning to look at her again, clara’s lips parted. “yeah? well, you don’t have to tell me twice. just throw in a please and i’m all yours.”

#;billie #nsfw #hate

damoncer‌:

“film me?” damon repeated with a small raise of his brow. she didn’t look familiar– a new one, probably. shame that people just kept coming into this damned place; this young woman could’ve made something of herself out there, in the real world. they all could have. but instead, they were all trapped in here, with nothing but time and wasted potential. still, he founnd himself slowly nodding his head. “yeah, alright. shoot, no briberly needed here. i’ve got plenty of time.” he joked.

“film you,” she confirmed with a nod, a strangely childish - for clara - look of excitement in her eyes. “yeah? well, i might still give you the bribery for free. you’re cute,” she decided, reaching out to pinch his cheek before eagerly setting her things up. “well, i have to start out with the basics - your name, date of birth, reason for ending up here. then i can really ask the important, person-specific questions. i’ve met some people who got here a month ago, people who have been here dozens, and i think the time differences are key to knowing where a person might be mentally. which is what i’m the most interested in.”

#;damon

ofabelisms‌:

abel’s nose crinkled at the thought of being filmed and whatever dark secrets clara had on that video camera of hers. she was always carrying it around, as though just maybe there’ll be something to film that was out of the ordinary–well, as out of the ordinary as you could get when you lived in a mansion that repeated every day just like the last.

but he was bored as hell, and honestly? anything to get his mind to stop racing was a win in his book.

“i have no desire to know what you’ve got…” he twirled his finger towards the camera in her hand. “in there. but yeah, sure, whatever.” tossing himself into one of the many large chairs that were scattered around the sitting area, abel tossed his legs over one of the arms. “fire away. s’not like you probably have a lot of questions that haven’t been answered already.”

“rude,” she said, pouting slightly. “but your loss.” with that, she was winking, happily spinning on her heels to set her camera up. clara had always been seen as strange outside of the house, with her obsessive tendencies and complete lack of filter, getting her into more trouble. but she also always deliberately got herself into more trouble. she had an obsession with the darker parts of life, things that people pulled back from. at least in the mansion it was slightly less odd, but it still wasn’t exactly normal, the way she acted. all she wanted to do was get to know and film as many people in the house, now. her mind was in overdrive, focused on the other people and not so much the fact that she was as trapped as they were. “okay, but i’ll start it out simple - the basic stuff. i need your name, date of birth, and reason for ending up in the house.”

#;abel

jessamata‌:

“film me?” she questioned, tucking her hair behind her ear self consciously, already too aware of herself just from the question. “i don’t know… i don’t do well in front of a camera,” she explained with a nervous smile. “and i’m probably not the ideal person to ask anyway,” she admitted, “i’ve only been here for…” she hesitated, “three days,” she said after counting in her head. her cheeks warmed with embarrassment from the implications. “but if you think i’ll add something to your project, i’ll try to help,” she offered.

“uh-huh.” with a nod, she tilted her head as she watched the girl seem to shy away from the idea. “no? why do you think that is? nerves? maybe if you think about how no one will probably see it, other than me, it’ll make you feel better.” even if clara didn’t really believe that yet. she clearly had some sort of hope that she’d be out soon enough. a rare naive moment, for her, but reality just hadn’t sunk in quite yet. “oh. you’ve been here less than i have.” she frowned as she lowered her camera. “why’d you come here? i’m not gonna force you to be in front of the camera, baby. don’t worry,” she said, reaching out to tap her nose.

#;jessa #// it's 7am and i'm hypnotized by them both pushing their hair back in the gifs #kfjskjdf lvoe being dumb and amused by anything

mrisole‌:

marisole grew nervous at the question. && when her nerves kicked in, her face faded into a bright pink. she nodded. “ sure .. ” though being on camera wasn’t the most appealing thing to the girl, there really wasn’t much else to do. “ i don’t need inspiration but it would be cool to, um, see what you captured after. ” marisole smiled gently && ran her fingers through her hair. “ so, what’s question number one? ”

the shift in nerves was obvious. or, obvious enough for clara to notice. she couldn’t tell if that was a positive or negative in terms of what she was wanting to record. “you want to?” a sly smirk pulled onto clara’s lips, probably a little too excited to overshare her sexual experiences with people. she’d always loved oversharing, however. she didn’t know the meaning of secrets. “prepare yourself. the make out sessions are a little lengthy, but it’s worth it, promise,” she said with a nod. setting up her camera, she started it before clearing her throat. “well, first off - name, date of birth, and how long you’ve been trapped inside of this place. just the basics,” she explained.

#;marisole

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#;visage

julianliddell‌:

“me? insulting? i’d never,” he lied, not even bothering to try to sound convincing. “i bet you did,” he said, sounding condescending now. what was a lot of money to some typically wasn’t much to him - though whether or not her scale was align with his, he didn’t know either way. “what things that you’re so proud of?” he questioned, genuinely a bit curious to know. he assumed it wasn’t what she seemed to be implying, but people have known to surprise him from time to time.

“i don’t know if you thinking you’re hot makes you hot overall - it’s still subjective,” he pointed out, “but good for you, having a high self esteem and all that,” he said with a slow nod of his head. “i don’t think you’re ugly, for the record,” he added, “so i guess i’m not really weird or a freak. you can have the attention either way,” at least while he was taking the photographs, anyway. “do you want to be called the ugliest girl i’ve ever seen? because i think that makes you the weird freak,” he said, raising a brow slightly as he glanced up at her.

“sounds about right,” he said, as though he didn’t know, but of course he did. “very sane. does that disappoint you? are you looking for someone who’s not? because i doubt you’ll have much luck. i haven’t run into anyone that seemed too far gone, and i’ve been around awhile.”

“i might not know you, but that sounded very unconvincing, mr. camera man,” she said, feigning a small whine of complaint as she pouted up at him. “not a very nice way to treat the house guests. here i was, expecting the miserable house guests to be welcoming and kind.” as she spoke, a small smirk tugged on her lips, leaning back onto the palms of her hands behind her to hold her up. “are you really asking? i thought i made it obvious. this tongue is a very magical tongue for many people. if you want to find out more, start out with please and i’ll consider it. or, if you’d rather me just talk about it, see if it turns you on, i guess i’m okay with that, too. sounds fun, actually.”

“right... but i’m hot,” she emphasized. “i think i’m hot, which makes me hot. to me. other opinions don’t make me any less hot in my own eyes, which are the only eyes i care about.” she smirked as he went on, ducking her head away as she let some of her hair fall in front of her face, taking in a breath. “i am a weird freak.” of course, she hadn’t really gotten into showing that in full to the mansion yet, but her time would come. she wanted to attempt to make friends, first.

“it does. i was hoping you’d tell me stories about stabbing yourself out of boredom, drawing on the walls in blood, wishing it’d stain the walls, and finding yourself disappointed when you wake up to nothing, over and over again.” she sighed. “how do people manage to keep a level head in here?” she hadn’t even managed it out of the mansion. “i’m sure there’s someone rocking back and forth in a room that people haven’t seen in dozens of years. it’s possible. this place is big and confusing.”

#;julian

darklipsandkillerheels

So take me to every party and just talk to your friends

#;music

julianliddell‌:

“that was easy. i like easy,” he commented, looking at her through the lens. he was adjusting the positioning, and zoom, as he watched her. “if i didn’t have a camera, why would i be offering to take portraits?” he questioned, lowering the camera too look at her with a bit of judgment. “it’s a decent camera, but me? i’ve got the best money can buy.” or, at least, that was the case the last time he was in the real world. at this point, however, there was certainly newer models that probably outshone his own. “you think you’re hot? that’s pretty subjective, isn’t it?” he questioned. she was hot, but the confidence she had was just a tad closer to annoying than it was appealing. “good to know you’re comfortable in front of the camera though. so many people get so awkward - it’s unbearable,” he lifted the camera back to his eye, looking at her through the lens once again. “twelve? thirteen years?” like he was keeping track at this point. he stopped bothering years ago.

while he played with the settings of his camera, clara watched curiously - quietly. her eyes were focused on the obvious age of it. she made films, much different from being a photographer, but her fascination with all cameras remained the same. “are you insulting my camera? rude. i spent a lot of money on this thing. did some things that i’m very proud of to get it, thank you.” for some reason she found herself pushing her own out of his view, however, not wanting to give him any reason to insult the one thing she really cared about. clara never felt love for anyone or anything, except for her camera. “well, obviously. people can decide whether or not they think i’m hot, but i think i’m hot. which makes me hot. you have to think i’m at least a little attractive, or else you wouldn’t be asking to take photos of me. unless you like taking pictures of ugly, gross things. in that case, god, that’s really weird. freak.” she paused. “but i’ll still take the attention. actually - just call me ugly, tell me i’m the ugliest girl you’ve ever seen.” she sighed, watching him with a slight tilt of her head, bringing up her knees to hug against her chest. “so, what... 2005 was your last taste of freedom?" she was quiet, raising her feet up and down onto her heels. “would you consider yourself still sane?”

#;julian

billietm‌:

“trying something new,” she answered with a shrug. it felt like what she typically did was becoming redundant, and if she had the rest of eternity ahead of her (which apparently she did) it seemed like a good idea to branch out and try new things. “other things like what? i mean, i know there are other things, but do you have any better suggestions?” she questioned, looking at the girl. she hadn’t been here long - it seemed like new people were still popping up each day. sucks for them. “who doesn’t like watching things more?” she questioned, though there were plenty of people who didn’t. still, she couldn’t relate. “that’s because fifty shades of grey isn’t, like, an actual book - it’s fanfiction, right? or was that a rumor? i flipped through the book but wasn’t impressed either. i’d rather just do kinky shit rather than read about it.” she said, wondering if they had the book in the library. not because she wanted to read it, but because she was interested in seeing if it was as bad as she remembered. “wait, which gets you hot and bothered - hating you or liking handcuffs? personally, i’m a fan of either/or. or both.” a brow raised slightly as she continued to talk. “is that a fact or a suggestion?”

“how often do you try something new?” peering over with curiosity, her eyes lit up with the same excited light. “i’m not sure. sex was always my boredom savior out of the house, though i guess it’s harder to have one night stands with people you’re living with for the rest of eternity.” she sighed dramatically. “plenty of people, i think. weirdos, mostly,” she decided, which was an odd statement coming from clara. as someone who was called a weirdo pretty much her entire life, the use of the word on other people sounded rather silly. “so there are books with actually good porn to read? any in here, you think?” she scanned her eyes over the books. “maybe you can read it to me tonight. a nice little bedtime story.” giggling, she let her head fall back, staring at the walls upside down. “i’m pretty sure only old people who can’t get fucked without breaking a hip get turned on by that. it can no longer be their reality, sad. glad i’ll be forever young to be as kinky as i wanna be forever. exciting.” lifting her head back up, clara grinned at the question. “both. being handcuffed by someone who hates you? ugh, the hottest.” looking over, a small smirk took over her lips. “both,” she said again. “though if i really had the option, i’d prefer to be the one doing it, but i’ve been in a few threesomes, and watching can be just as fun, too. not as rewarding, though. why? are you interested in watching?”

#;billie

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