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One of those moods.

hunt-parrish

Makes sense.

I've got 99 problems and wanting to sleep all day is the cause of every one of them.

#hwhsstarter

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Fringe marathon with Rocky Road ice cream, oh yeah.

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hunt-parrish

Anna Torv is perfect.

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Spirit in the Night || Hunter and Dianna.

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Dianna kept her glanced fixated on Hunter as they walked, trying to read his expression at her remark. Nothing was left clear at first, as if a mist blocked any visible trait that could be picked on. His reply didn’t dissipate the fog either nor made things a bit lighter, but it was something. She couldn’t find it in herself to over-analyze his response at the present time. It was gonna have to wait for another binge of sleepless nights.

The blonde looked away from Hunter for a moment as she allowed her wandering eyes to explore every corner and every crack of the passage. Everything looked the same in every room, dust and spider webs everywhere. And Dianna often found herself wondering how did the house looked in its better days, in its time of splendor. Had it been too long ago? 30 or 40 years ago? Maybe longer. Part of her wished she couldn’t been alive then to see the windows shine and the chandeliers being lit, the curtains being changed in preparation for a big event… There’s always been a part of Dianna that wishes she had lived in another time and era. Maybe that’s just her being in complete denial of her own past and present, but the feeling never grew weaker.

Di looked up at Hunter once again as he spoke and smiled at her, to make sure she understood he was joking. That was certainly a kindness Dianna could appreciate. The blonde smiled back and nudge him lightly on his side before her eyes set again on the road ahead of them. She honestly didn’t care what could happen if they were caught breaking the rules, or even if Hunter did ended up ratting her over; she knew that whatever consequences came over her, it would be a bit more entertaining than how things had been lately for her. Minus the sporadic peaks of stress that seemed to take up her mind from time to tome, her life had been relatively dull. At least for someone that’s been labeled as inspirational and full of life.

"I found some old bedrooms, and office and I think a library too…" Dianna replied with a smile. "The sight of all those books gathering dust and mold did make me cringe." The blonde conceded with a light nod. "It was heart breaking, really." She joked as she pulled open one of the heavy wooden doors to take a peek inside. "I want to find that basement too." She said absentmindedly, continuing to glanced inside the room. "I can settled for an attic, though. Or a secret passage." She added as she stepped into it and coughed lightly at the sudden amount of dust settling in her throat.

hunt-parrish

Hunter's curiosity was at an all time high as Dianna pulled open one of the wooden doors. He lingered behind her, brows furrowing together as a light smog of dust rose from the actions, and was forced to cough thanks to its density. He had to wonder what the house once looked like - if its grandeur ever shone brighter than the listlessly lit lights lining the corridors, and if its stateliness ever held its own against other houses in the neighborhood. It had potential, from what he had seen, and the room that Di went on to loiter in proved it.

"Or a room where they keep all the dead bodies," he joked, his steps slow as he followed on her heel. He went for the light switch on instinct, but found that, like many others in the house, it was far beyond function. Luckily, there were no draperies or anything of the sort obscuring the arched window. It wasn't daytime, though, so only the gloss of the moon was there to guide he and Dianna through. As it wasn't enough, he was quick to switch on his flashlight, shining it around the room until he found a chest cloaked in dust in the center.

Approaching it warily until he could crouch in front of the buckles holding it shut, Hunter looked up to Dianna with a slight smile. "You think the ghosts are in here?" Again, non-believer Hunter was at his best; he didn't fear that ghouls would pop out of him if he were to loosen the buckles, and he supposed that was why he unfastened them with no reservation.

What he discovered, though, was beyond anything he could have ever expected. There was a staircase inside of the chest, as if the chest itself had been build around the staircase. Looking on in confusion, Hunter stood to his full height again and shone the flashlight down steps that looked muddled in patched dirt. "What in the world? I think I just inadvertently unearthed the labyrinth. That, or I just found the basement we've been looking for."

The fact was, any ordinary individual would have been somewhat fearful by the discovery. There was no promise of what was lurking beneath the house. But Hunter was no ordinary boy, and his need to satisfy his curiosity was what prevailed. With a raised brow and a slight grin, he looked up to find Dianna's gaze, shining his flashlight at her in the process. "Should we?"

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Spirit in the Night || Hunter and Dianna.

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Dianna waited and glanced around while Hunter’s back was facing her, trying her best to keep her breath under control. She was definitely not the best at handling situations of stress. She’d be a terrible spy, no matter how much she argued and claimed she had seen Harriet the Spy and Spy Kids at least a billion times. There was something that’d always give her away. Maybe that’s why she didn’t trust herself around people, why she was partially okay with them leaving before they would get to know her entirely, because there’d always be something that sold her, bending her to her knees and breaking her to the core. But right now, it wasn’t time to think about that or let her paranoid self dwell too deep in the deep ocean that was her mind.

She needed to focus her senses on the vast grounds that surrounded the two of them, and to keep an eye out for the darkness that slowly seemed to be swallowing them and everything around— literally and metaphorically that is. Di opened her bag and searched through it, trying to pull out her torch without any of the boys’ boxers falling out or being left in plain sight. Soon enough, she had reached the red flashlight and took it out, zipping closed the purse and throwing it over her shoulder.

Dianna flashed him a wide smile at the sound of his ‘onwards’ and immediately began walking towards the door. They began walking down the corridor, the blonde always making sure no one saw her leave— although she knew well that these walls had eyes and ears of their own to account their every movement— and casually glancing at Hunter every now and then. She felt very calm until he spoke again.

Her amber eyes widened before they narrowed. “If I go down, I’m dragging you down with me, Parrish…” Dianna retorted in a soft tone of voice. She didn’t seem threatening in the least but she knew how to take care of herself. Or so she liked to believe. The truth was that if her brother wasn’t constantly watching over her and calling her every hour, she would’ve already been engulfed by the flames. Flames that most likely than not, she would’ve started herself.

"You don’t have that many friends here, anyways…" Dianna pointed out as they kept walking. "In fact, I haven’t seen you talk to many other people… Certainly not guys." She thought she’d added something else along the lines of ‘what makes you think people will side up with you simply because it’s a Genders War?’ But at this point, everyone sided with anyone that was on the winning team, and to be fair with him, she didn’t have that many real friends anymore. Not when she continually kept isolating herself, while all the people she knew moved forwards and past her, leaving her stuck on the same spot she had been for months now.

"Either way, you won’t cry wolf, Wolf crier. We’re partners in crime now, whether you like it or not." She said with a firm not to reassure her point.

hunt-parrish

With as much as they talked, Hunter still couldn't say that he knew everything there was to know about Dianna. Her quirks, her fears, the little idiosyncrasies that colored her unique from everyone else - he wasn't sure what they were. He knew only the broader parts of her personality, and there were times that the misgivings of his own made him doubt that she wanted him to go beyond them.

Ironically, she indirectly alluded towards those misgivings when his inability to really make any friends was brought to light. Hunter had his walls, and they were often too rigidly built to disintegrate in any way. It took all of his might not to flinch visibly at the mention, because he wasn't sure how others saw him, how he portrayed himself to others, if he was even communicating the right way; his social phobias were longstanding, if anything, and sometimes debilitated him. There was no way for her to know that, and there was no way for her to know that he had at least lowered them a little for her, but it was almost as if the burden that weighed heavily on his shoulders strained more when it was brought up.

"I try," was all he offered, shrugging a shoulder with a small smile. And he did, at least. But without any real connections, and with everyone lost in their own convoluted problems, breaking through the abyss was hard. Tucking away his thoughts for the time being, Hunter broke his gaze from hers if only to begin focusing on their surroundings. The house wasn't the prettiest, and he figured that was intentional, for effect and all that, but he still found that roaming curiosity in studying it.

"But you're right, I won't cry wolf. Until we're caught and I need to point the finger at someone, then you're out of luck." Only joking, Hunter shot her another smile to make sure she knew. Beyond the rules that seemed to be set in very flexible stone, he knew that there was no harm in joining Dianna. What was the worst that could happen? He wasn't really invested in the game, but in the fun that could be found outside of it, lurking in the hallways that they were currently traipsing down.

As his finger absently trailed along the wall, Hunter lowered his eyes to her again. "What rooms did you stumble on? I think I found what was once a library at some point. Nearly had a sneeze attack because of all the dust in there, but it looked like it'd had its better days. I keep waiting to come across a basement with cobwebs all over the place, 'cause that would really seal the freaking deal, but no luck so far."

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Spirit in the Night || Hunter and Dianna.

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As Dianna awaited for any sign that told her Hunter was in there and the ghosts hadn’t slay him already, the blonde couldn’t help but feel goosebumps as she stood in enemy territory, not because of the sudden chill she felt on the back of her neck— or she thought she felt— but because she could get caught at any moment. She was more and more tense as the seconds went pass her.

She had to swallow a squeal as she perked up at the sound of Hunter’s voice cutting through the silence of the corridor rather loudly in reply. What a little shit. She thought to herself as she tried her best to get rid of the mix of surprise, anger and the frown that blended in her face, fighting each other to be the winning reaction, as she heard the door being opened and the light inside the room illuminating Dianna’s features.

Di let a smile escape from the corners of her lips before she could do anything to stop it. “No. I’m invading enemy territory and breaking the rules, as only I can…” The blonde quickly replied back. It surprised her how he always brought out the sharpest side of her. She’d have to keep an eye out for that, no one can be trusted anymore— especially not in a war of the sexes. “I actually turned up by mistake while trying to find my own room.” She ended up confessing, blushing lightly of embarrassment, but also figuring it’d be much more convincing than trying to come up with another excuse that explained why was she wandering the boys dorms with a bag hanging across her torso.

However, she wasn’t gonna let him mess with her. Dianna punched him playfully on the shoulder before she slid in his room before he could shut the door in her face. “C’mon, Parrish. I’ve got a flashlight. Are we going to explore the haunted house or what?” She turned around to face him. “I already found a few rooms but no Casper.” She joked lightly as she shrugged one of her shoulders.

The blonde continued to glance around his room as she waited for him to either turn down her offer or jump on it right away. But by the few conversations they had shared in the past week, Dianna knew he was already on the boat, flashlight and all, ready to learn the bits and bops of their surroundings. Bits and bops… You’re hanging out with too many Brits, Di.

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As diehard as some of the other boys were about prevailing as the supreme gender, Hunter never considered himself competitive. Completing the first task had proven itself to be impossible for him, if only because he didn't necessarily feel at ease stealing lingerie from girls he wasn't on that level with - if there was a level like that. Acquaintances, friends, friends with benefits, friends who steal bras from each other? Sounded credible.

Still, he wasn't a killjoy, even if there were plenty of other places he would have preferred to spend his weekend. If the trip hadn't been mandatory, he likely wouldn't have humored it. He was attempting to make the best out of an irremissible thing that was simply out of his power, and there was no use in antagonizing it any more beyond the usual, 'I'd rather be anywhere but here'. He wasn't going to readily partake in any of the tasks if they were all as awkward as the first, but as long as Dianna was keeping him company? Well, he wasn't going to tattle on her. Non-competitive Hunter was at his best.

"The enemy let you in willingly," he reminded her with a chuckle, his eyebrow still quirked. The color staining her cheek wasn't lost on him, but he decided not to shed any light on it. After all, her explanation was entertaining, because he could just picture it, really - poor, innocuous Dianna, her halo at attention, inadvertently walking into the boys' quarters. Fortunately, it was his door that she had knocked on.

"Ow," he playfully flinched when she punched his shoulder, crinkling his nose for effect, but the fact that he had a grin on his lips betrayed any attempt to feign actual hurt. Especially when he visibly perked at the proposal of them exploring the house, his 'ow' was arguably one of little sincerity. "Seriously? I found a few rooms too. Hold on, let me get my flashlight too." Moving back a step, Hunter bended to start rifling through his bag again until he came across the flashlight he had brought for that exact reason: to explore and to meddle and to generally be an inquisitive nuisance.

"Alright, onwards," he chuckled again, reaching for the door once more and holding it open for her before following her out. "By the way, what's stopping me from yelling out 'Girl Alert' right now? Because I still totally can. And you'd be sent to jail for the rest of your life." Hunter wasn't sure what the mandated jail time was for girls caught in the wrong part of the haunted house, but he was sure she would at least get a couple of years in a federal penitentiary.

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shailenejfc

Whenever you want. I like going at sunset, because it isn’t too dark. But I don’t think we’ll find any ghosts until midnight.

hunt-parrish

I don't know if we're going to find any ghosts period, though. If you're not counting me.

#buys her an snl spot #hunter can be musical guest

shailenejfc

You’d be an amazing ghost, Hunter. We just need to find you a white sheet with a cut out for the eyes.

hunt-parrish

No worries, my wardrobe is full of them. When are we going ghost hunting?

#she should be a comedian tbh

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Spirit in the Night || Hunter and Dianna.

It was getting darker and darker by the hour as Dianna continued to explore the grounds of the haunted house. So far she hadn’t seen much, other than the kitchen, the girls dorm and a few other random and abandoned rooms. She hadn’t found any ghosts either, at least not the kind of ghosts that appeared in all those scary stories her father used to tell her and her brother at night. She did find Louis, in the kitchen, but he was a ghost of an entirely different kind, and right now she didn’t want to think about him. The encounter had been tense, probably a bit too much in the state Dianna found herself, anyways.

The blonde continued walking around the hallways as the light turned dimmer and she could feel the chill air freezing her to the core. With a sigh, Di turned around the corner and ended up in the boys dorms for the first time. Her first reaction was to panic, because she wasn’t supposed to be there and she had found it by accident. But as she paced further into the aisle, she calmed down. She spotted a few open doors and she decided to peek in.

Suddenly an idea popped in her mind as she remained longer, breaking the rules. Dianna entered a few empty rooms and completed the first task she hadn’t been able to earlier. She snatched a few of the boys’ boxers and folded them all together neatly, and shoved them in the small purse she carried. There, they layed with her flashlight, an emergency kit and her beloved Zippo. Di knew she would have to get rid of them soon, before they realized they were gone, but the thought of having completed the task brought a smirk to her pale face.

Di stepped out of the last room carefully, trying not to make a sound and draw attention towards herself. If anything, she’d hate to be caught right now. The blonde kept walking until the sound of music caught her attention. It came from one of the rooms and as she got closer she could hear the now familiar chords of Sowing Season, the song Hunter had made her listen and she had instantly loved.

She smiled lightly as she listened to the tune, before knocking lightly at his door, realizing too late that it was probably a mistake while she held his team’s underwear in her bag and hoping no one else was there with him. “Oi, Parrish. Open up!” She whispered through the key hole, wanting him to hurry.

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The gloom of the house wasn't lost on Hunter. Every light flickered, every stair creaked, every spider web was more tangled than the last, and every mangled scream he heard in the night, well - amused him. He wasn't a skeptic through and through, but he lacked confidence in the idea that the house was haunted by perverse and barbarous paranormal beings who wanted nothing more than to slay he and the varied company that he found himself in. At the very least, he could say that the efforts that went into making the house appear eerie were impressive, but they weren't at all ghastly enough to convince him out of suspicions and into the superstitious thought that ghosts were swarming about, biding their time until they were able to engulf him whole.

Or maybe they just wanted some company, whatever. The fact was, Hunter was far from a believer. If anything, he was more interested in wandering the grounds in his spare time, his inherent curiosity getting the best of him. He had a thirst for knowledge and it often led him to prod and pry and snoop around, though not in any meddlesome way. With an imagination that often recognized no bounds, it was only natural for him to be interested in the world that surrounded him. The house provided him perfect opportunities to explore, and he certainly didn't mind the solitude either.

But as the sky continued to darken, he figured it best that he take his journey back inside. It didn't take him long to find his room, and with his roommate luckily out and about and causing a ruckus, he was left to enjoy some alone time. Turning on a song he had come to love over the years, he plopped down on his bed and rifled through his duffel bag until he found the book that he had brought along to read in times like this. A few sentences in, though, he was rattled from his reverie by knuckles rapping against his door, his eyebrows coming together in confusion before he realized just who it was. There was no mistaking her behind that accent.

"Why? Am I in trouble?" he shouted back, folding his book up and placing it on the bed before making his way to his feet. His suspicions were confirmed when he peeked through the peephole to find Dianna standing there, and he didn't waste a second in opening up the door to properly greet her. "Are you even supposed to be on this side of the house?" Questioning her in amusement, Hunter lifted an eyebrow, smirked, and stepped aside to allow her in regardless.

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