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Carina Skarsten. 22. Neighbor. Doesn't it seem strange?

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guardianintheshadows:

Death could be taken in one of two ways. The ghost could forget what he was and spend eternally terrorizing the living and find some joy with that. Or the ghost could spend his eternity trying to look after the ones getting terrorized. Sure, he hadn’t been successful in some cases, but Silas was trying to atone for that. Even if it was mostly around a certain young blonde that kept coming to the house 

Keeping a few steps behind her–as well as staying invisible–Silas couldn’t help the small grin that began to spread across his face at what she was spreading around the house. Was it already Valentine’s Day? How time flew.  

Flicking a few more hearts to the floor, Carina couldn’t help but feel as though someone was watching her. Though, it was hard not to feel that way in the Murder House. But she felt as though she picked up a sense for when someone was truly around, and when she was just being paranoid. Bright blue eyes glancing around, the nosy little blonde didn’t hesitate to let whoever it was know that she knew. Throwing a couple hearts as she spun, she took in a deep breath before letting out the words, “I don’t really wanna play hide n’ seek right now.”

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Sprinkling a handful of heart shaped confetti in the foyer, Carina spun around once to be sure it surrounded the area in a whimsical circle. Not too much ---- just enough to make the dreary old house a little festive for one of her favorite holidays. Though she’d never really had a valentine of her own, the idea of romance always put butterflies in her chest. To love, to be loved, and for it to be real and pure. What a concept... 

[guardianintheshadows]

If he was being completely honest with himself, Silas knew he should have made more of an attempt to stay away from the young blonde woman. It was just so difficult when she got herself in the predicament. He had watched from afar as the situation seemed to become worse after each passing second. The young woman’s cries for help didn’t aid in his need to be unhelpful. He was going to regret it later, that was for sure. Bringing his crossbow up, Silas aimed to make sure he could knock one off as quickly as possible. If he let another minute pass, he was sure the young woman would become walker chow. 

Finger pressing and releasing the trigger, Silas quickly notched the next arrows as quickly as possible–lining up the shot and releasing deftly within a few seconds. Each arrow found its home in the skull of each walker, and with a satisfied sigh, the man watched each drop as quickly as the arrow sunk in. Now, he would just need to wait for the blonde to leave before he would make his way over and reclaim the arrows that were in short supply. He just hoped she would make it quick.

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Watching at the awkward angle of above as each of the walking corpses began slunking down to the ground, the blonde tried to pull herself up one more time before she inevitably fell down as well. It wasn’t the farthest fall, but as she hit what was beneath her, the stench of rotting flesh quickly filled her nostrils as her body practically smashed against the ribcage of one of the walkers. Shuffling off of it, the blonde trembled, gagging at the experience all together. It wasn’t until she looked down, however, that she realized the mess of blood and other bits that covered half of her body. Perhaps it was shock, but she couldn’t bring herself to crawl much farther from the spot.

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[natalie-powers]

Having left Avery alone at their camp(If a long-forgotten strip club could be considered a camp), Natalie walked by herself. However, at the sound of someone screaming for help, the brunette went running towards it. About twenty feet away, she spotted it. Three walkers trying to get a girl in a tree. Call it a weakness, but Natalie had a soft spot for people in need of help. Without a second thought, the brunette grabbed her gun and her knife out of their holster and whistled. Loud. The zombies looked to her, losing their attention on whoever was in the tree. “Over here, fuckers!” Nat shouted, the walkers getting closer. She fired. One zombie fell to the ground. She ran at another, her knife driving into its skull. The brunette turned to the last one shooting it. Aim off, the bullet only hit its shoulder. Wasted bullet. Pulling the knife out of one, Natalie charged the remaining one, stabbing it in the neck. It toppled to the ground, the brunette turning it on its stomach and pressing her boot into its back. She ripped the knife out of its neck and rammed it into its skull. For a moment, Nat forgot about the person in the tree, her breathing ragged as she regained her composure.

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In an attempt to swing her legs up to the tree, Carina found herself to be weaker than she thought she was and only ended up loosening her entire grip on the branch. But then ---- like a vulgar voice from the heavens ---- a shout from afar had slowly but surely distracted the rotting, hungry corpses below. A gun shot and some struggling, and then a moment of silence to follow. It was then that the blonde decided to peak down to see the three walkers were taken out and the girl who had saved her was a bit out of breath. Unable to really hold on any longer, Carina willingly let herself slip off and land with a thud in the moist leaves below. Boosting herself up, she offered a shy yet nervous smile to the stranger, her hand coming up to the opposite shoulder to pick at her tank top. “...thank you,” she uttered, bright blue eyes attached to the other like a deer in the headlights.

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Up a tree was really the best place for Carina to be in that moment. She’d stumbled across three walkers that picked up on her scent, and she didn’t particularly know how to go about killing all three of them without becoming overwhelmed. So like a frightened bear cub, she climbed until she was out of reach ---- though that didn’t drive them away. They remained at the bottom, clawing, groaning, snarling. Believing that if she got a little farther up the tree, they’d lose interest in her, and her problem would be solved. Though when she began her trek farther up, she lost her footing and slipped, to which her real nightmare began. “Nnff... no...!” She screeched, managing to wrap her arms around a thick branch, but she was left to dangle just inches away from the reach of the walkers. Eyes wide and set down to the monsters, the blonde kept her arms around the branch with all her might, though her body swayed as gravity did its thing. “H-help!” She shouted, desperate for someone, anyone to hear her cries. “Help...!”

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S U R V I V A L M O D E . task005

       ' you wanna know what i think? i think this is what we get for letting our humanity die. '

B A S I C S . 

name: carina skarsten age: twenty-three weapon of choice: spearpoint knife

C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S .

silas bolton: plot tbd. name: plot tbd. name: plot tbd.

A B O U T .

• was separated from her family at the beginning of the breakout. has since then been wandering, searching for safety. • isn't afraid to kill walkers, but doesn't like it. has a hard time not picturing what they were like before they got infected. • doesn't believe in killing the uninfected, and tries to steer clear other people anyway. • additional information tba.

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[ofrxvxngeandhauntings]

It had been a while since Mickey had felt any kind of special tug towards anything in the house. It was strange–the house, and it’s tugs. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he followed the small impulse–it was almost like he was a slave to it. The last time the house had done this, it had led him to a bird whose wing had been caught in a mouse trap somehow.  Making his way through the house, the ghost glanced into one of the rooms–wondering if this was where the house was trying to lead him, only to be answered with a resounding no. 

Continuing on his way, his steps slow as he continued to follow the tug, Mickey closed his eyes. That’s when he heard it. A small cry–something that sounded like help–coming from a voice he knew. Eyes opening, his steps quickened until finally he just ghosted to where he thought the noise was coming from. “Carina?” he questioned, looking around for some sort of sign as to where she was. “Carina, can you hear me?” Spinning, his eyebrows came together–worried for the young girl that seemed to always find trouble in the house. 

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The sound of her own heart-beating seemed to blur out the rest of the world, and though she could hear the distant calling of her name as though someone was trying to scream at her through a thick glass door, the engulfing darkness around her had her feeling like she might just drown. She was silent, still, her imagination playing with her just as much as the house was, and through the pure and utter darkness that surrounded her, she was visualizing the most horrific faces.

It was right there, staring her in the eyes ---- a beast of Hell, dripping with blood and decaying flesh, rotting bones, laughing, causing her to make the mildest squeak of fear as her foot jolted forward and smacked the door. One thud was all she needed to do, if there was someone out there trying to help, they’d know she was there, falling under the grip of something unholy.

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[glimmeringfutures]

“Are you supposed to be down there?” 

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She had barely made it halfway down the stairs when she heard a voice from behind her. Carina was so clearly looking for danger again, she usually got much farther than this when it came to getting caught. Glancing over her shoulder, the blonde appeared as though she’d been scolded. “Well... probably not, but I’ve got friends down here, so...”

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It wasn’t uncommon for Carina to find her way to the third floor of the Murder House, though today the circumstances were a bit more peculiar. Her adventurous, danger seeking side had nothing to do with it ---- but rather a sort of pull in the pit of her stomach had led her there. It almost had her feeling uncomfortable as she continued down the hall, arms crossing over her small frame as she noticed a sudden drop in temperature. Pausing, the living girl looked to one of the doors as its handle started jiggling, as though someone couldn’t get out from the other side. “...are you stuck?” She managed, quietly but curiously nonetheless. She wanted to help.

When no reply came from the other side, the blonde hesitantly set her hand on the knob ---- and with a delicate twist, it creaked open to reveal a small closet. Now, she should have known better not to investigate further, but that pull was relentless, and drove her forward. The darkness that engulfed the small space made it hard to tell just how far back the closet went, and just as Carina stepped forward enough, the door shut behind her, knocking her into the wall and leaving her in darkness. With wide eyes, she twisted around, arms out to feel each side of the closet. Feeling for the door, she grabbed the knob in a panic, only to realize that it was locked. “No --- no!” She shouted, twisting it desperately. “No, open the door! Open the door!” Her shouts became louder, fear eminent in her voice. Eyes welling with tears, the blonde couldn’t help but collapse to her knees before falling back to sit against the back wall of the closet. She couldn’t adjust to the darkness, and the pure terror of the moment had her shaking to the bone, wondering if anyone could even hear her screams for help.

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[daydreamiisms]

you hold your head up to the sky say, ‘what kind of blue are you?’

[murderhouselibrarian]

Eyes scanning the ground below, Pierce found himself almost as at peace as he was with his first death. He had never really thought about experiencing a second death, but he couldn’t help the intriguing thoughts of exhilaration that could come from falling from such a height. Taking a deep breath, Pierce closed his eyes, arms lifting up as he felt the current of the wind. “What a nice day for a second death.” 

[daydreamiisms]

Like most dull days, Carina found herself gravitating toward the Murder House. Powder blue bike at her side, she approached the fence slowly before propping it up on property, as if it being a foot away from the sidewalk would keep it safe from being stolen. She’d made a habit of glancing over the house entirely every time she arrived; to take in the sight of the structure, the architecture, the overall haunting beauty it held ---- but this time, there was a detail slightly off. Someone was standing up on the roof, which only caused the girl to simply stare in wonder.