saviour

[ofmercykillings]

shadow--singer:

Invisible to the mortal eye and ever watchful from his spot on the porch, Shadow watched as the female impatiently tapped her foot. She didn’t look like the normal sort of female that had begun to frequent the halls of the “Murder House”, but he had a nagging suspicion that he had seen her around before. Not that she’d seen him, and if he was being fair faces of the mortal race seemed to drift in and out of his consciousness, and yet that same suspicion lingered. 

Ghosting, so that he stood next to the gate, Shadow made himself visible. “A little white rabbit running late, I presume?” His joking smile were only betrayed by the slight sign of mischief in his eyes. If only he could get her across the boundary line. Maybe he could have a little fun. 

Not in any way phased by the sudden appearance of not the man she was waiting for, Isobel managed a dull blink in his direction. Oh, how unamused she was with this God damn house and everyone in it. “How observant of you.” She mused. If anything this stranger might help pass the time. 

[ofmercykillings]

10:00 PM, on the dot. She was on time, but she wasn’t about to step on the property of the Murder House after the shit Dom pulled last time. Never had she felt more vulnerable, and Isobel had quite the past. She felt helpless and overall, she felt angry when the ghost kept using his powers to keep her from moving, or leaving the place. It’d been a week since she’d visited, missed two meet ups and she felt like that was enough to get her point across. Standing outside the gate, Isobel crossed her arms, popped her hip, and tapped her blood red Dior heel against the pavement of the sidewalk. “Absolutely fucking ridiculous.” She announced. 10:01. 

[whathizi]

[ofmercykillings]

👑

…someone my muse is jealous of.

Being a tad narcissistic, Isobel can’t really say she’s jealous of anyone. She’s worked long and hard to get to where she is today, and she’s damn proud of who she is and what she does. Not to mention, she’s a bit of a slave to vanity therefore she’s very confident in her looks as well. And the money she’s made to back herself up. 

[richardsikes]

Pushing the cigarette between his lips, Ricky stuffed the pack back into his jacket pocket before pulling out a match book. He ripped one from its packaging with ease and struck it across the book before lighting his cigarette, then hers. Blue eyes watched her carefully as he waved the match in the air once to extinguish the flame, tossing it onto the ground. Beautiful. He didn’t recognized her. “I apologize in advance for this unintentional cheesy line, but do you come here often?“ Ricky asked, flicking the built up ash onto the ground. “I’ve never seen you around before, that’s why I ask.”

[ofmercykillings]

Isobel nearly let out a chuckle at his inquiry. “Only every week,” she replied, taking a drag of her cigarette. “Sometimes twice.” She added, a stream of smoke spilling from her ruby lips. There was a bitterness under her tone. Barely hidden. “What’s your excuse for being here?” She looked to him with a curious narrowing of her eyes, fingers delicately flicking the ash away from her cigarette.

[trev-collins]

Trevor laughed a little, shaking his head. “No. I actually don’t mind being dead all that much. Never have to worry about getting old and wrinkly.” That was the reason he killed himself, after all– to avoid ageing. “But hey, if you want to give me pity, I wouldn’t reject it,” he joked.

[ofmercykillings]

“That’s optimistic of you,” he had a point. Though Isobel wasn’t so sure she’d be willing to trade her freedom away for eternal youth. Especially if it meant being trapped in a house filled with college students. “How long have you been here?”

[dntbeaplayah8r-blog]

Having a hard time sitting in one place and pretty sure he had already seen the same Seinfeld episode earlier that day Stephen got off the couch and stretched. It felt good, but he needed more of a break. He had been wearing the same sweatshirt for a good two days now and everything felt overly stuffy. He walked out of the living room and out the front door. It was dark out and the air was cool. He sighed loudly before he grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it up over his head and dropped it to the ground. His bare skin sucked in the cool night air. He put his arms over his head and stretched side to side. It was only then that he saw the lady out there with him.

Even in the dark he could see she was hot and soon the “charm” machine was on. After her comment he shook his head. He walked over to the railing and looked her over. “I was just wondering…did you sit in a pile of sugar?” He left the question there for a few seconds. “Because you have a pretty sweet ass.” He ended this with a lip bite, a wink and a sly smile. 

[ofmercykillings]

How unattractive the fraternity boys in this neighborhood could be, with their cat-calling and drool stains. You’d think they’d been locked up for years, simply by how they spoke to women. Looking him up and down, she passed him a cold stare. “Solid pass.” She said sternly, before her gaze fell back out onto the lawn. The shit she had to put up with.

[finchlynoah]

“Good. You lookin’ to go in? The doors open.” She gave a tip with a nod in it’s direction. Either her own presence kept the woman from trespassing or maybe her opposite actually didn’t want to enter, not that Anya could blame her.

[ofmercykillings]

“Not quite. I’m waiting for someone to come out,” she sighed out that irritated breath she’d been holding in. It wasn’t even worth it to check her phone, she knew he was just keeping her waiting because he could. “Door’s always open, though, isn’t that right? So strange.”

[eizagonzalezsource]

[bonhart]

[darthsbinksmoved]

[trev-collins]

“What can I say? I’m a curious person.” Trev shrugged his shoulders. Even though he didn’t really care about people, he still liked to know about their lives– he enjoyed the gossip that came with it sometimes. At her question, he laughed a little, shaking his head. “No, I am not a frat boy. Just one of the poor unfortunate souls trapped here forever.” He was neither poor nor unfortunate, but she didn’t need to know how, or why, he died. “Kind of like your not friend.”

[ofmercykillings]

“I hope you’re not looking for pity,” she commented, passing the subtlest of smirks his way. Poor and unfortunate. A roll of her eyes had her looking the other way now, staring at the door. It was hard for Isobel to feel sorry for any of the spirits stuck in the house, then again she didn’t know half of their stories ---- she could only assume it was their own faults for coming to a place labeled The Murder House. Hell, she even knew the risks of coming onto the property... which was probably why she preferred to wait outside, on the porch.

[finchlynoah]

Not that she cared about smoking inside, Anya decided to spend a few minutes out front. She had just dropped what was left of her cigarette onto the ground, crushing it under her black boot. It wasn’t odd to come across a wanderer, especially one who looked to already have knowledge of the property. So when she saw the woman with sharp features, it didn’t appear out of the ordinary. “Not unless you have one?” And even if her opposite did, it wouldn’t have mattered. Things rarely did these days.

[ofmercykillings]

“None whatsoever,” Isobel replied, watching the girl for a brief moment before setting her gaze out to the lawn. Even after coming to the Murder House time after time, on a weekly basis, the call girl still saw new faces each and every time she’d stop by. Made her wonder how many souls were really stuck in the house, that or, how many students one house could really hold.

[trev-collins]

Trevor flashed a small smile at the stranger when she looked back at him. “So, he’s a ghost, then?” He asked, though he knew that was the only other possibility if he wasn’t a frat boy. “Is he like your boyfriend, or something?” He never understood why any living person would date a dead one, but for some reason, she struck him as the kind of person who might.

[ofmercykillings]

“You know, you ask a lot of questions.” Isobel perked her brows. While the conversation was passing the time, she didn’t want to get too into her situation with a complete stranger. “He’s not a boyfriend, not even a friend. Just someone I need to meet with.” Looking away from him, she glanced to the door. “Are you in the frat?” She decided to inquire, turn the tables around a bit, as she looked back to him again.

[trev-collins]

“I don’t know him,” Trevor admitted, shaking his head. He didn’t know a lot of people in the house, though. He was usually too focused on himself to really pay attention, or care, about most of the residents. “Is he a frat boy, or something?” He asked, mostly just trying to keep the conversation going, and her attention on him.

[ofmercykillings]

“Lucky you,” Isobel sighed, moving to pull her phone out again. 9:06 PM. “I’m giving him 20 more minutes,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. Shifting to twist around, the brunette rested her weight against one of the porch beams, becoming just a bit more invested in the conversation. “He’s not,” she answered simply, not wanting to come off as a lunatic by jumping out with the explanation that he was a ghost.

[trev-collins]

Trevor leaned back, watching the female as she barely paid him any mind and checked her phone instead. This kind of bothered the ghost because if there was one thing he hated, it was being ignored. “You waiting for someone?” He asked, trying to capture her attention. “Or do you just like standing out here looking like you are?”

[ofmercykillings]

“I’m waiting,” Isobel replied, her tone hinting disinterest in his interest. A defense mechanism, at most. “His name is Dominik, and he’s late.” Mindlessly tapping her fingers on her arm, she glanced over to the door when she heard it open ---- just a girl heading out to what looked like a party by the looks of her attire. Turning her attention back on to her company, she allowed her gaze to land on him for a brief moment before looking back out to the lawn again. “I don’t suppose you know him.”

[trev-collins]

Every so often, Trevor liked to hang out on the front porch for a little bit and catch some fresh air; It got stuffy in the house, with all the college kids, so it was nice to have a little room to breath– figuratively, of course. He opened the front door and saw a somewhat unfamiliar face standing in front of him. He’d seen her around before, but he wasn’t able to put a name to the face. He smiled at her when she spoke, shaking his head. “Not unless you have a problem,” he replied, moving past her and sitting down on the swing.

[ofmercykillings]

And she didn’t. Isobel barely passed a glance to the man as he made his way to the porch swing. Instead, she pulled out her phone from her pocket to check the time. 9:04 PM. Goddammit. Dominik knew she hated waiting. Stuffing her phone back in her pocket, the brunette crossed her arms and set her gaze out to the lawn.