Painted Hands = Happiness

Alice Seaver--17 Years Old--Mind your own business, yeah?

[graffitiidheart]

edensommers:

Eden hummed softly to herself, blue eyes peering down to the contents of a chocolate filled box - someone bought Valentine’s Day chocolate a week too early and left it right on the kitchen counter. One idiot’s forgetfulness was the young ghost’s gain. Finally deciding on a darker hued truffle, she popped it in her mouth, leaning against the hallway wall. She closed her eyes in content for a brief moment before a voice alerted her. Eden looked left around the hallway, spotting a girl who seemed to be wandering aimlessly. The ghostly teen quickly turned visible, head cocked to the side as she studied the girl - living, she assumed - from behind. “Live is an interesting word to use here,” Eden called out back, finally swallowing down the hunk of chocolate. “You lost?”

Alice’s intake of breath was audible at the sound of the female voice behind her. Turning quickly, she scrunched her eyebrows at the girl that was leaning against the wall. Had she been there before? I seriously couldn’t have been that out of it to miss someone leaning against the wall? 

She wasn’t stupid. She heard about the rumors about the house. She vehemently denied them--no matter how obvious it was that something more was happening in the house whenever she visited. She’d be damned if she was going to allow whoever--or whatever--this person know she didn’t know where the hell she was at.  “Uh...no. Just forgot where my friend rooms at is all. I’m pretty sure I’m almost there.” 

[graffitiidheart]

deadbcywalking:

Keith grinned in his invisible silence as he stalked behind his friend. She seemed lost, and he was lucky to find her wandering around the third story —- probably one of the most dangerous areas of the house. That was pure ghost territory. Sticking behind her without being seen, he set his hand on her shoulder and slowly slid his fingers down her back before quickly retracting his hand back.

Something is definitely watching you. Jesus, Alice hated this house. It was worse than when she had been taken to Disneyland, and forced onto The Haunted Mansion. The creepy as Hell wallpaper had given her nightmares for weeks after that trip. She’d be lucky if she could even sleep tonight. It didn’t matter how many times she had been in the house before. This place would have been in the dictionary right next to heebie jeebies, Alice was sure of it. 

“You’re not scared, you’re not sca--” Alice’s quiet chant was cut short by her scream. Something had touched her shoulder. Something that felt strongly like fingers. Turning to push herself against one of the walls, the young woman’s head snapped from side to side, trying to find what had just happened. No one’s here. Her breathing--which was near hyperventilating--slowed. “If anyone’s here, I’ve got a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.” Bluffing was easy, as long as no one called her out on it.  

[graffitiidheart]

Eyes searched the different rooms inside the famed Murder House. How was someone supposed to find their way around this stupid freakin’ house? Scowl twisting her face down, Alice puffed her cheeks out and let an exasperated sigh. “Does anyone even freakin’ live here?” she called out, pissed that she was having to walk around this place at all. Dammit, Keith. Why did he have to end up in a place like this? “Stupid, supposed haunted house. Stupid, maze,” she grumbled, continuing her trek through the house. 

[deadbcywalking]

( @graffitiidheart )

He’d told her to stay put, and honestly he should have known better. Telling Alice to do anything rational these days usually meant she’d do the opposite. And now he didn’t know where she’d run off to, or worse, if another group took her captive. “God dammit,” he muttered under his breath as he stepped out into the hall of the hotel they were looting. And what was worse? There were a couple dozen walkers coming down from the other end of the hallway. “Alice!” Keith shouted as he began making his way down the hall away from the crowd, which by the way, had more walkers in it than even Keith himself was comfortable with dealing with. “Alice we have to get the fuck out of here, now!”

[graffitiidheart]

Her fingers twitched a lot lately, itching to do something more than just stand around like a good dog. Alice was a hunter, and she was good at it. The fact that Keith had told her to stay put, only made it absolute that she was going to do the exact opposite. Slipping out of the small room he had left her in, the young woman made her way down the long hallway. 

She had heard noises before then--hinting at something coming. Alice was going to find them. And she was going to kill them. It had become an insatiable urge since she fought her way out of The Spot. All those damn zombies. And she had been able to make it out alive.  She was going to make it out alive this time as well. Skateboard in hand, Alice focused in on what she wanted to do. Keith’s voice didn’t even break through. 

The last thought she had was: Gotta kill, gotta kill, gotta kill. 

[graffitiidheart]

                                     Survival Mode: Task: 005

--The Person--

Name: Alice Seaver 

Weapon of Choice: Butterfly Knife/Skateboard (Used mostly to bash in heads)

--The Backstory--

-Alice was in The Spot when the outbreak occurred. She stole a gun from one of the other runaways to get out of the place alive. 

-Joined Keith’s group shortly after, finding that after a couple of kills she liked the feel of killing the walkers with her hands. 

-Highly aggressive when it comes to killing walkers. Becomes highly focused on killing rather than what’s going on around her. 

-Has had to be saved many times, because she’s gotten in over her head with killing walkers and attracts groups of them. 

[deadbcywalking]

This time of year was good for one thing. Idiot college students, and their investments in fireworks. Keith had snagged a bag of bottle rockets and firecrackers, which were bound to make for a good time. Sitting out on the porch, he peeled the plastic off of a pack of the mini-explosives, a lighter sitting ready at his side. “How much would someone have to pay you to tie one of these to your hand and light it?” He grinned, looking over to his opposite.

[graffitiidheart]

It wasn’t like she had anywhere else to go. Fourth of July brought all the stupids around The Spot, and Alice couldn’t deal with the stupid shit that was about to go down. She wouldn’t even be surprised if the cops got called and most of the kids got busted. Better she be out of there than caught up in the system. Of course, being at the infamous Murder House probably wasn’t any better, but at least she got to hang out with someone she actually liked. Hearing Keith’s question, Alice looked over to him like he was an idiot. “A shitload. Why don’t you do it? You’re dead right? It couldn’t hurt.” 

[graffitiidheart]

[graffitiidheart]

@deadbcywalking

Picking at the strands of rope she had tied around the crappily wrapped present, Alice made her way to the front door of the Murder House. She had stayed away for a while---mostly because the house gave her the heebie jeebies, and she never really wanted to stay long. However, she had an important item that needed to be delivered. 

Stepping into the door, Alice bit her bottom lip as she gazed around. “Uh...Keith? You around man?” 

[graffitiidheart]

Alice's hands fidgeted as she played with the idea of knocking on the door. What the hell was she supposed to do? Knock, ask for the thing without even being able to offer anything in return and then leave? While the young woman didn't have much, her pride was still very much intact. She could just steal the damn stuff but then she ran the chance of them not working. Biting the inside of her cheek, her hand came up--fisted--and rapper on the door.

[teamfreakazoid]

Uh, so… are you looking for a particular game or… d’you need help picking something out? I don’t mean to rush you it’s just the store’s closing soon.

[graffitiidheart]

Eyes straying from the myriad video games before her to the girl who walked up, Alice stuffed her hands back into her pockets. "Just browsing."

[peter-franzoni-blog]

Coming back from dropping off his signed sheets for class, Peter thought a few hours at the skate park would do him some good. He hadn’t been for a while, buried in summer work and visiting his mom on a daily basis. As he skated, he took a short cut and saw a person, swerving a little so he wouldn’t crash into her. However, one of his wheels knocked a can over and he quickly slowed to a stop so he could fix his wrongs. “Sorry,” he murmured as he walked over, skateboard now under his arm and he righted the cans he had knocked, giving the girl a smile.

[graffitiidheart]

Hearing rather than seeing a skateboard heading her way, Alice moved to stand closer to the wall she had been staring at. She really didn’t want to be clipped by someone who obviously wasn’t paying enough attention–not that she really was either. The murmur grabbed her attention so she turned–eyes landing on the can that he was turning back up right. “It’s cool, dude,” she responded, shrugging. “It’s not like the spray can will be ruined by a little tipping.”

[fox-mcalister]

Fox took back his cigarettes and lighter and stuffed them in his pocket, laughing lightly at her joke as he took another drag of his cigarette. “So, why’re the fuzz always after you?” He asked, giving the girl a quick once-over. At worst, the girl looked like someone who probably liked to vandalize and maybe shoplift every so often; she definitely didn’t look like a girl he would ever deal with.

[graffitiidheart]

The fact that he even laughed at her joke had Alice growing even more happy with herself. “Well you see, there’s two things the fuzz don’t like–runaways and graffiti artists and I’m both so there’s that,” she answered, her grin growing. Her second puff on the cigarette however left her bending over to cough–her tough girl image waning thin. “Shit,” she muttered, keeping her gaze down to the ground. 

[graffitiidheart]

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[underage--tragedy]

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[graffitiidheart]

....Dude...could ya not?

[fox-mcalister]

graffiti-alice:

Despite her best efforts, Alice couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her. “You got me there, man,” she said, nodding. “I guess it’s just your overall look. You don’t even have to be doing anything bad but the look you got…it makes it look like you are.” Hands shoving into her pockets, she looked down at the ground and then back up quickly. “I have that issue a lot. Cops always try to mess with me even if I’m not doing shit. Can I bum a cigarette off you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Fox mumbled through his cigarette, pulling one out of the carton and handing it, along with the lighter, over to the girl. “But it might also be the fact that too many of the cops around here know me by name,” he continued, taking a drag. “I swear to god, like half of them know me by the back of my head,” he laughed a little. “Some of them are cool, but most of them look like they want nothing more than to see me put away for good this time.”

[graffitiidheart]

"Thanks," Alice said, graciously as she took the cigarette and popped it into her mouth--quickly lighting it and handing back the lighter. She had never really been good at smoking. Mostly she just did it to make herself appear rougher, that way the other homeless kids didn't try to give her shit. Taking the killer stick out of her mouth, she held it away as she flicked the ashes and puffed out a small bit of smoke. "Oh yeah? Same here. Damn donut guzzlers are constantly trying to grab means send me to some hole in a wall. Lucky for me, I keep a strict donut free diet," she chuckled--proud of the small joke she made.

[graffitiidheart]

deadboy--walking:

The ringing of a familiar voice had Keith’s focus slip as he chucked another rock at the vehicle, causing it to merely scrape the hood as it flew past it. Eyes darting to the source, a smirk hooked onto his features when he spotted the girl. A face that he was actually happy to see. “Is that so?” Picking up another chipped piece of cement, he aimed it more precisely so that when he sent it flying, it ended up cracking the driver’s sides window. 

Quickly losing interest in that game, the ghost turned his attention back to Alice as he casually stepped up to the fence to meet her. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he admitted, not entirely thinking it through until the words were already out of his mouth. What was he supposed to say now? By the way, I’m dead. But we should still hang out. Attempting to keep his face neutral, Keith simply awaited her reply.

Eyes following the rocks as they pelted the little car, Alice’s arms went to cross over her frame.  The young girl didn’t know who lived in the house, but she was sure it was someone bigger and tougher than Keith. “You know you’re gonna get your ass kicked, you keep doing that right? I don’t really feel like having to come and get your ass out of a fight.” To be honest, it had taken everything for Alice not completely let down all of her defenses and run up and give him a hug--which would have been completely uncool. 

His words caught her off guard. She hadn’t really been expecting him to admit that kind of thing--they had never really been that way. Eyes casting down to the ground, she looked up less than minute later. “Yeah, well...you could’ve come to find me or something. I’m not that hard to find.” 

[fox-mcalister]

graffiti-alice:

Shrugging, Alice grinned. “It’ll make it easier for them to arrest and take you away at least.” Lips pursing, her eyebrows perked. “Or you could always run. All the guilty guys run.”

“Yeah, but you see, by staying here and not doing any of the things you’re suggesting, I don’t look like I’m engaging in illegal activities,” Fox replied. “Plus, you have no proof that I even was doing anything wrong. I mean, for all you know, I could’ve been selling Pokemon cards, or something. Maybe I’m really not as badass as you’re giving me credit for.” A small grin formed on his lips as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and popped a stick in his mouth, lighting it up with the lighter that he had stored in the carton.

[graffitiidheart]

Despite her best efforts, Alice couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped her. "You got me there, man," she said, nodding. "I guess it's just your overall look. You don't even have to be doing anything bad but the look you got...it makes it look like you are." Hands shoving into her pockets, she looked down at the ground and then back up quickly. "I have that issue a lot. Cops always try to mess with me even if I'm not doing shit. Can I bum a cigarette off you?"