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londonbreathes:
ââŚuh, a reading on what, exactly?â
Slightly startled, Francis looked up from the seemingly malfunctioning machine to the young blonde before him. âUh...it reads energy...different energies will make it go...make it light up...âÂ
Why can I not get a reading?Â
Elly nodded her head, a small smile forming on her lips in response to his. âAlright,â she replied. âWell, considering the circumstances, I guessâŚâ she breathed out a bit of a laugh, shrugging a shoulder.Â
Francis nodded lightly at her response. While he studied death almost to a fanatical point, the man never could understand the experience of it. âHave you become well adjusted? Or is it still difficult?âÂ
Francis had been kept away from the Murder House for longer than he had liked if he was being honest with himself. Walking up the little sidewalk that led to the front porch was almost calmingâas if the house was focusing its energy on solely him, like it wanted this to be his home. The sudden sensation gave Francis a small pause, but he shook it off. Stepping into the house he made sure to keep to the shadows as he roamed around.
In no time at all, Francis found himself on the third floor. Passing a few sorority girls, he made sure to not make eye contactânot wanting any questions raised as to why he was in the house. Turning the corner, his steps faltered as he spotted the girl in the window seat. He hadnât seen the young woman since the day she died and yet he recognized her instantly. âElisia Nichols,â he said softlyâhis feet stopping in their tracks about halfway to her.
Hearing someone say her name, Elisia looked up from her book and towards the source. It took her a moment to recognize the face, but eventually it came back to her. âLong time no see,â she said, setting her book down and standing up from her spot. âHow are you?â
Eyes curious, Francis took a couple steps forward. It had been a long time since he had seen the young woman, but it wasn't for a lack of trying, "I'm well," he responded, a courteous smile gracing his lips. "How have you been?"
( @silentghxsthxnter )
Sitting near a window in a quiet spot on the third floor, Elisia was reading a book as she watched people come and go from the house. Ever since she died, it had been somewhat of a hobby for the girl, to watch people live their lives. She watched as a couple of the sorority girls left the house, her gaze following them until they were completely out of sight before she let out a sigh and turned her attention back to the book in her hands.Â
Francis had been kept away from the Murder House for longer than he had liked if he was being honest with himself. Walking up the little sidewalk that led to the front porch was almost calming--as if the house was focusing its energy on solely him, like it wanted this to be his home. The sudden sensation gave Francis a small pause, but he shook it off. Stepping into the house he made sure to keep to the shadows as he roamed around.
In no time at all, Francis found himself on the third floor. Passing a few sorority girls, he made sure to not make eye contact--not wanting any questions raised as to why he was in the house. Turning the corner, his steps faltered as he spotted the girl in the window seat. He hadn't seen the young woman since the day she died and yet he recognized her instantly. "Elisia Nichols," he said softly--his feet stopping in their tracks about halfway to her.
Sitting at one of the many little booths the coffee house offered, Francis sipped at his slowly cooling drink. His gaze focused on the door as he awaited Andi--fingers absentmindedly tapping a regular rhythm on the table. The investigator found it nice to be a part of what the blogger wanted to look into-- mostly because his brother seemed to be pulling further away from him. Francis wanted to remind him of everything they had accomplished together but it didn't seem worth it. So instead, he was waiting for the person who he hoped could keep his mind off of his own personal troubles.
Text: Andi//Francis
Andi: sure. i can meet you there in like 30 minutes?
Francis: I will be there.
Text: Andi//Francis
Andi: hey. i got a lead on some place local if you wanna check it out w/ me...
Francis: I have time.
Francis: Would you want to meet up at The Split Bean?
Jasper⌠donât eat that.
Getting out of his car, Francis walked quickly over to the man--not even bothering to close the driver's side door. "Chase, we need to talk," he said, his voice a mixture of excitement and worry.
autumnclarke:
Autumn furrowed her brow at his questionâ She wasnât quite sure what her well-being had to do with his. âI-Iâm fine,â she lied, answering his question. The interation had already become awkward for her, and part of Autumn wished that she could just turn around and walk away, but she didnât. She knew sheâd have to talk to Francis sooner or later. ââŚWhatâs wrong?â
Staring at the young woman pointedly, Francis still couldnât discern whether or not this was still a figment of his imagination. She couldnât be fine...not after what he saw on the news. It didnât make sense. â...have you not seen the news?â he asked, his eyebrows coming together in concern.Â
autumnclarke:
francis-williams:
Even though Autumn still spent most of her time hiding out in her room â or what used to be her room â sometimes she still felt the need to walk around. However, she tended to keep to the quieter parts of the house, not wanting to see anyone she wasnât ready to see yet, despite the fact that she was invisible to them.Â
The girl was right outside the library when she heard a loud noise coming from it. Carefully, she stepped into the doorway to see what had happened. Upon seeing Francis, apparently frustrated about something, Autumn stood there for a moment, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to talk to him. Taking a deep, although unnecessary, breath, she stepped through the threshold of the door and into the room, stopping a little distance away from him. âAre you alright?â She asked quietly, making herself visible to him.
The pain that shot through his hand caused the older man to groan--shaking his hand out to hopefully get rid of the pain. A small sense of shame worked into his mind at his foolish action. It wasn't until he heard a voice that Francis looked up, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight of the sorority girl he had just been thinking about. A small puff of air left his nose as he stared--almost wanting to wipe his eyes and see if she was actually there. "That depends. Are you?" He asked after a few moments had passed.
Francis stood motionless in the library of the Murder House. His face was pensive as he stared unseeingly at the books ahead of him. Another disappearance connected to the house. The thought came unbidden as he continued to stare at the books. Although he knew it wasn't his fault, a little part of him felt him responsible. He hated to think that Autumn had met the same fate as the young actress, Elisia. Unable to contain his frustrations, Francis' fist shot out--slamming down on the hard wood of the table standing next to him.
Francis had been so lost in looking around the house, he barely noticed the young woman following him as he made his way through the house. Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Francis turned and stared at Autumn long and hardâtrying to figure out if she was the cause of his paranoia or not. âNothing in particular. Just looking,â the dark haired man stated, deciding it would be better to keep his feeling to himself for the time being.
Autumn furrowed her brow at his reply, not completely satisfied with his answer. âNothing in particular?â She repeated, stepping closer to him. âI think it might be something in particular⌠Do you want help?â She asked, looking around at she spoke, mostly due to the fact that the part of the house they were in made her feel uncomfortable.
Chin rising, Francis cleared his throat. The whole situation frankly made him uncomfortable and the fact that she continued to press made him even paranoid. "I would prefer if you didn't join in on this little adventure," he answered. If anything were to happen, the scraggly haired man knew he would feel guilty and he didn't want to put her or himself through that.
A strange feeling passed though Francis as he slowly entered the Murder House. He had long since grown used to the supernatural buzz of the house so the paranormal researcher knew it couldnât be that. It was a sudden eeriness that he couldnât shake. Like something horribly wrong was about to occur. Taking out a small notebook, he quickly jotted down a few sentences about it before placing it back in his back pocket.
Eyes scanning the house as he began to walk down the familiar hallways, Francis took in the sight of a few college students playing a video game as well some girls squabbling like a gaggle of geese. Jaw set, he continued to make his way until he was in the most remote part of the houseâdetermined to find out the source of the strange feeling.
Autumn saw Francis the moment he stepped into the house, and became curious when she noticed he seemed like he was looking for something in particular. Unable to help herself, the girl started following him at a safe distance, not wanting him to realize right away. However, when they came to a more remote part of the house, she knew heâd notice her presence, if he hadnât already. âWhat are you looking for?â She asked, taking a couple steps towards him.Â
Francis had been so lost in looking around the house, he barely noticed the young woman following him as he made his way through the house. Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Francis turned and stared at Autumn long and hard--trying to figure out if she was the cause of his paranoia or not. "Nothing in particular. Just looking," the dark haired man stated, deciding it would be better to keep his feeling to himself for the time being.
A strange feeling passed though Francis as he slowly entered the Murder House. He had long since grown used to the supernatural buzz of the house so the paranormal researcher knew it couldn't be that. It was a sudden eeriness that he couldn't shake. Like something horribly wrong was about to occur. Taking out a small notebook, he quickly jotted down a few sentences about it before placing it back in his back pocket. Eyes scanning the house as he began to walk down the familiar hallways, Francis took in the sight of a few college students playing a video game as well some girls squabbling like a gaggle of geese. Jaw set, he continued to make his way until he was in the most remote part of the house--determined to find out the source of the strange feeling.
Iâm not sure what to do. Todd wonât go to the house after that incidentâŚand I donât know how to convince him otherwise.Â
You canât force him to return, but that doesnât mean you canât continue your research on your own for the time being.
A small sigh flowed through Francis's entire body--leaving his already slumped shoulders looking as if he had a hunchback. "I was just hoping...that maybe this would bring him back, I suppose." Francis was beginning to feel completely isolated from his brother, and with that closed off from the world. "I apologize for coming to you with this. I'm sure you have enough on your plate."
