#;event:powers

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Reapings

....Where was Markus? Where was Ingrid? Where were all of her friends? She’d opened her eyes this morning with a tightness in her chest, her medicine with that little blue pill again. She takes all of it, remembering the nurse Stacy’s sad face when she didn’t want to take it the first time. 

There were more patients this time...some of them had no feet. Some of them were translucent, like some fabrics when you got them wet. Her body trembles with fear, and she grabs her sketchbook, wraps a sheet around herself and hurries off to find someone, anyone she knows. One of the boys, the nice doctor she’s been spending time with...anyone comfortable.

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She doesn’t even have the breath to scream when she wakes up and just feels that theres another in the room with her. The glint of his eyes in the dim lighting is enough to send her scrambling with a whimper, back pressing against the back of the door, staring up with fearful eyes and her bear safely in arms.

There...there is someone there, right...?

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Another paper falls from her door, but on the back of this one is another message, written in the same gray from before. 

Don’t try and find. The house take you too.

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A girls scrawled picture that had been previously hanging in the art room rests in the floor of the main rooms’ hallway, another note in elegant scrawl besides it. Three simple words with black ink, calligraphy pen.

“Where is she?” A small blonde wishing to be found, asking for help but not how. The Ghosts who still have shreds of sanity provide this as their clue, disappearing from sight soon after, watchingg.

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Walking in the Air~

The house hasn’t told her many secrets lately; its draw has so far not affected her as much as the other residents, but light of heart she finds that she’s woken up floating in the air. 

The girl has taped her sketchbook to the ceiling and is pulling a move similar to Da Vinci, sketching a background scene onto the book, floating on her back and careful to occasionally flip around when she gets light-headed.

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Someone has decided to knock the blonde out from being a good floating pure cinnarollpatient and there she is lying face down on the ground, too stunned to move or even make a sound. 

She’s not dead though, promise.

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...Do not mind the blonde floating down the hallway, giggling like she’d never stop. Yes, she woke up and freaked out--and ended up hitting the ceiling a few times in the process--but once calmed...well, she’s enjoying herself!