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baylenfetch:
“A light? Where are we going to get one of those from? I’m not leaving my phone there. Knowing me I’ll only end up standing on it.” he shook his head, taking another step towards the other. “Well, you can lead the way and deal with any horror stuff. I’m not so good with being scared.” he fumbled for an excuse. “I’m a real wimp. I faint the first sight of that kinda stuff.” he scuffed his foot on the ground. “Let’s just get it over with.”
“I got everything right here,” she said while lifting a black duffel bag. Icelynn was used to people who were on edge and skeptical about the whole experience so Baylen’s fear was nothing she couldn’t handle. “Most people are terrified of the unknown. Especially about the spirit world because we have so many unanswered questions about the after life. Are you a believer?” She asked curiously. Opening the bag, she got out a small video camera and flash light. Placing the camera to face the entrance, she put the flash light next to it so they had a guide out. “C’mon it’s not that bad.”
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wilsonjonah:
“It’s late anyway, like what exciting thing did you have in mind?“ Jonah asked her curiously. "And that’s why I would never actually want to be a barista. I think the worst type of customer service is anything regarding food or beverages, honestly,” the girl shook her head, laughing slightly. “I mean the only rude customers I get are about the album they’re looking for not being in stock, or something regarding instruments,” Jonah shrugged her shoulders. “I can handle things like that because it’s easy to divert them away from whatever their feeling by telling them we’ll have it in stock within a week, but I won’t be able to imagine how annoying having a customer come to me wanting me to remake her coffee because I put too much cream or I did something wrong.”
“I don’t know. Anything. I’m tired of doing nothing except working my day job, napping, and then going to haunts and shit.” She shrugged her shoulders. Since moving to town all Icelynn had done was work, Which normally wasn’t a big deal to her but this was her new home and she wanted to get to know it and the people a little bit better. “Maybe I’ll start saying that. ‘Sorry sir, your latte in on back order. We’ll have it in stock in two weeks.” She chuckled. “Honestly though, there is nothing worse than when you get someone’s order wrong. White people out here ordering the most complicated, nonsensical shit because they think it’s healthy but the reality is it’s a million times worse and just really expensive.”
baylenfetch:
“Gho-, wait, demons?!” his eyes widened like saucers. He took a small step closer to the other. He took the rosary from the other and gripped it tightly. “I don’t know about this, Icelynn. Prisons, crime, demons…” he scuffed his shoe on the floor. “We can go, but, let’s like, make a mark or something so we know where the exit is at all times. I wouldn’t want to get stuck in here.”
Icelynn stifled a laugh and nodded her head. “Okay, we can mark the entrance. We’ll leave a light in the doorway. It’ll be entirely dark so it’ll be hard to miss. But most of this stuff is just old building sounds. You know, foundations setting and shit. But apparently some hooligans have tried some witchy things so who know what we’ll come across.” She waved her fingers as she spoke to imitate something spooky when she mentioned witches. “You’ll be fine though, I promise. This is literally what I do.”
punnyabel:
“Oh my God, bless you? That’s the best thing I’ve heard, how did you know I love my hair to be complimented? “
“Call it a women’s intuition. But let’s be real who doesn’t like their hair being complimented?”
baylenfetch:
“Are you sure this a good idea?” Baylen shivered, crossing his arms to hug himself. “I’ve never done something like this before. Couldn’t we get hurt?”
"I mean, if you think that it’ll allow them to hurt you.” Icelynn shrugged. “For the most parts ghosts are harmless, it’s the demons you have to worry about but I haven’t come across anything suggesting that there’s a demon here.” She explained while her eyes shifted to the giant abandoned prison. “Here, take this.” she put a rosary in his hands a smiled. “Even if it’s not your cup of tea it’s said to help keep bad spirits from harming you. Now, are you up for this?”
#me as a girlfriend
icelynn marie fallon || zendaya coleman || cisfemale || april 20th, 1994|| demonologist/paranormal investigator || newberry place || the clairvoyant
❝ Hey demons, it’s me ya boy. ❞
HISTORY.
Icelynn had a pretty normal life growing up until the age of 7. Some of her earliest memories of how happy her and her family were. Her parents never divorced and love each other fiercely to this day, something the girl has always admired about her parents. Richard and Beth both worked respectable jobs as nurses in the local E.R. and always did everything they could to give back to the community. But that all changed when Icelynn became sick. Her older brother Craig was the first to notice her behavioral changes. At first it was just her essentially freezing up and zoning out in the middle of conversation or when she touched someone. A series of images would flash before her eyes and almost always came true or were some sign of warning. Of course when she and her brother tried to tell her parents about it they just laughed it off and chalked it up to the kids wild imaginations and watching too much That’s So Raven. Only, this wasn’t a t.v. show, this was real life and it was terrifying for the young girl. As Icelynn grew older, she learned how to control her ability and learned to keep it a secret from people as they often shunned her for being weird. Years passed and nothing too out of the ordinary happened to the Fallon’s. That is until they moved across country to New Orleans to be closer to her fathers parents who were failing in health. The house they moved into was stunning and had close to 150 years of history tied to it and the moment 14 year old Icelynn stepped inside she was overwhelmed by voices and visions. So much so that it caused her to collapse on the floor. Her parents rushed her to the hospital and tons of tests were done but nothing was showing up. She tried to explain and begged her parents to believe what was happening to her but they refused. Icelynn thought it was because of their deep roots to the catholic religion which denied such abilities.
Once she was back in her new home, Icelynn almost immediately began to lose her mind. She couldn’t control the voices and needed to learn how fast. She turned to music to help drown out the cries but even then they grew louder and louder. She consulted her brother, the only person to believe her, and the two decided to head into town and see if they could find someone who could help her. That’s when the pair came across a woman named Anastasia. She was a physic and for some reason, Icelynn was drawn to her and knew how to find her without ever having been to her shop before. The woman took her under her wing and helped the girl to not only control her powers but use them to their maximum. Within two years, Icelynn was working at the shop and was very popular amongst locals and tourists who wanted their futures told or need to reach lost loved ones. Icelynn loved her new life in New Orleans and hoped to never have to leave. This is where she considered home. She never felt so welcome anywhere before and in a town full of paranormal activity she fit right in. No one looked at her funny when she randomly zoned out or called her a freak for warning people something bad was about to happen to them. In fact, people took it seriously and typically took precautions like the girl would instruct.
Of course, not everything can be so perfect all the time. Over the first two years of being there, Icelynn could feel her energy being drained from her and would wake up with bruises and burns on her arms and legs. She never told anyone of what was happening to her. She figured it was just an iron deficiency and began taking vitamins and drinking herb tea given to her by her mentor. Soon after, she would see things out of the corner of her eye. Shadows would pop out from around the corner, she could hear footsteps from other rooms when no one else was home, and even saw objects moving on their own on more than one occasion. She tried her best to ignore it but after a while it was too exhausting and she had to acknowledge it. After getting some information of Anastasia about the New Orleans Paranormal Society, Icelynn sought them out and begged for their help. They agreed to do a seance and investigate the house. It was hard to refuse a home with such a rich history, deeply rooted in slavery, which often was a hot spot for paranormal activity. The evidence was overwhelming and when the girl tried to show the video proof to her parents, they shook their heads and walked away. She knew they knew something was going on their home and couldn’t figure out why they were so keen on ignoring it instead of taking their home back from the spirits. She would later find out why they were so desperate to ignore the issue and go about their lives as normal. Soon after the initial investigation, Icelynn began using all her free time to study the paranormal and demonology which quickly became a passion of hers and has remained that way ever since. When she was 18, she began working for a group of paranormal investigators and learned to use powers to communicate with and use her powers to help stuck spirits.
PERSONALITY.
+ Goofy, compassionate, trustworthy
- Stubborn, invasive, unorganized
Icelynn is one of the most lovable people you will ever meet. She has a great sense of humor and finds the good in every situation no matter how dire. Though she can be a bit stubborn, Icelynn almost never gets mad at people and lashes out at them. She’s learned, through her ability, how to tell someone will react to her and uses that to make sure she doesn’t intentionally hurt anyone. She wouldn’t be able to deal with herself if she knowingly hurt someone.
SECRET.
Shortly after she did the first paranormal investigation, Icelynn wanted to try to communicate with the spirits of her home in a different way. A Ouija Board. She only had a vague understanding of how they worked and always considered it something safe as it was sold as a board game in Walmart. Attempting this on her own was probably her biggest mistake. She tapped into something evil, more evil than anything else she had ever felt before. The room around her her became chaos as pictures from the wall began flying, things from shelves fell to the floor, and even a window shattered. Something she tried to her parents and this time she could tell they believed her by the looks on their faces. Shortly after, the family had packed up and left their home, fleeing for safety. Only, things didn’t stay safe for long. The demonic entity had latched to Icelynn and came with them to their new home. Icelynn became very nasty towards her loved ones, spoke in tongues when she was alone, and never slept. The demon was feeding on her and becoming one in the same. Terrified, her parents went to their priest and begged for an exorcism. After the priest took one look at the girl, he received blessings from the Vatican to proceed as he saw fit. Icelynn doesn’t remember anything after sitting down at the Ouija Board and if it wasn’t for the video tape of the exorcism, she’d have no idea what happened to her and why she couldn’t remember two months of her life. On the tape, Icelynn is tied down to her bed and even though she had lost close to 40 pounds from not eating, the frail girl effortlessly broke through her restraints and attacked her mother, almost killing her. Her skin was a grayish color and looked as if it was being eaten away by something. It’s something she struggles with to this day. No one other than her family and the priest know that happened during those two months though many around town speculated. However, despite what had happened to the girl, it only made her drive to understand demons and the paranormal stronger. She needed to understand what happened to her and would stop at nothing to do so.
wilsonjonah:
“Why can’t we just sit down?” Jonah said with a pout of her lips. Every single day was something new for her because of her pregnancy. It scared her that she was going to get to a point where getting up was going to become unbearable. “I’m tired. I’ve been waiting here for like two hours because you texted me the wrong time,” though loving Icelynn’s bright and bubbly personality regarding wanting to do exciting things, Jonah wasn’t up for it at that moment. “I mean there’s literally nobody here don’t you love it? Peace. Quiet.”
“To be fair, that was when I was supposed to get off. But fuckin’ Tom called out 45 minuets before his shift so I had to cover until someone could come in.” she explained as she slid in the chair across from Jonah. “I guess.” She whined with a sigh. “It wasn’t this slow all morning. It’s the worst around 6 to 7 and who’s awake enough to deal with other barely away, grumpy people. It’s the worst.” She laughed.
“Truthfully, I would not have dragged you along if I knew how awful your taste in throw pillows is! Tassels? Really? Are you out of your mind?” Ivy stressed, blinking down hard as she threw the pillow back into the bin. It was easy for the brunette to get over stressed in situations, especially when it came to redecorating her apartment.
“I’ve only been here like a year. I don’t know why you’d trust the new kid in town to help decorate your place. I love tassels.” Icelynn chuckled, not taking much offense to the other girl. “But they’re just throw pillows. Is it really that big of a deal? No one is going to not be your friend or judge you over pillows.”
Listen, I know shit about my neighbors that I never wanted to know, all because people get tipsy and blurt their troubles to me like I’m fucking Sam or some shit.
“Well, Sam was always great so you should be proud. Also, your hair is getting bigger from all the secrets. It’s so voluptuous and shiny.”
“You know I really love my kids, more than I’ve ever loved anything else, but I did not anticipate all the bullshit that comes with other kids’ parents. Like, will you look at this?” Charlie turned her phone so the other person could see her email. “This mom sends an email to every other mom in our play group every single day. And it’s all stupid shit like cheesy quotes about children and recipes I’m never going to make. It’s like she decided to have her own daily newsletter and this is her only way to make it happen.”
“Oh my god, there are some bat shit moms out there. I used to work at a daycare years ago and this mom brought a literal list of shit she wanted us to do and it was just extra shit, like I don’t have 15 other kids to be looking after at the same time. They literally want you to take care of their kids. It’s so frustrating. I can’t imagine having to deal with them on more than a professional level.”
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“Holy shit,” Icelynn mumbled under her breath as the last customer walked away from the counter. She loved people but she hated working as a barista. The number of grumpy customers was just too much and seemed to always ruin her mood. Luckily for the girl, it was her last customer of the day and as she took her apron off and tossed it aside, she jumped over the counter. “So. What are we doing today? And don’t say you’re too busy. Everyone is always busy and it’s usually bullshit. I need something exciting and fun today.”