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Sam hesitates before picking up a pistol. Gun is not really his best feature, but... he will need everything. Every part of his brain agrees that this is insane. He is basically walking into his own grave. But it’s something he has to do. The bad blood runs in his family, he needs to end it. Or like it did in the future, his father will pay for his weakness. Biting his lips, Sam grabs the gun, checks the safety and packs it on his waist.
No... How?
(Faye blinks suddenly, confusion evident on her face as she stared at the figures who passed her by in the corridors. Images flickered in her mind, shifting between the usual groups of St Mary’s students and faded pictures of Genesis members running by. She backed up quickly, her back pressing against the wall and her eyes wide. Not realising nor caring about the many odd looks she was getting, she shuffled sideways, panic rising in her. Breath catching in her throat, she only stopped moving when her hand felt a door knob to her right, and she immediately twisted it, half falling back into the classroom she’d happened upon. Slamming the door shut behind her, she closed her eyes firmly, leaning against a desk. What the hell was going on? Reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, she releases a soft wince when her hand comes away with a fresh layer of blood, the accompanying pang of a headache making itself apparent. She hadn’t noticed someone else enter the room until she hears footsteps behind her, to which she suddenly flinches, eyes widening in fear.) S- Stay… Stay back!
"Hm..."
Despite how the holidays always seemed to make Anna feel, she somehow always ended up in this spot a few days after Christmas. Pulling her knees up onto the bench and towards her knees, eyes wandered over the city which was now quiet with the blanket of darkness. "It's strange, strange..." she thought out loud, pressing her lips together. "You have these people who love you, why are you feeling like this?" Because, silly. Why can't your family see what they see?
"You've gotta be kidding me."
It had been a long night and although he did have fun staying up all night with his best friend (as he normally does), he was growing quite the headache. "All this holiday cheer is annoying..." he muttered to himself, sighing heavily as he watched a group of people dressed as reindeer walk pass him. "Oh, no. Oh god, no. No, no, no. Seriously?" Shaking his head, he turned towards the person on the other bench and pointed at them. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?"
Oh, yeah, fucking jolly I am
"See this face? It's the face of holiday spirit, bitch." Greg snarls, basically terrorizing the drunk, both on alcohol and so-called holiday spirits. He met the guy before at the bar. That time he was horny enough. Today, he isn't exactly in the mood to party. He snatches the wine bottle of the drunk, and smashes it on the ground. Greg gives a sneer in return to the guy's terrified look. "Now would you kindly scram? Thank you." He scowls at the guy walking away, and yells, "Merry fucking Christmas!"
Ouch, fuck.
She curses under her breath as she once again pricks her finger on one of the sharp splinters that form her violin now. Gently, piece by piece, she'd been trying to put it back together but to no avail. Maybe it was time for her to grow up after all, no matter how much she might try to fight it, it was time. "No, no I can't- not now." She muttered in determination carefully attempting to continue, despite the strange looks the librarian had been giving her for the past hour or so.
Well, St. Mary's? Did you miss me?
Catherine Crowe hollers out from the gates of St. Mary's Asylum. To the unknowing observer, she was yelling at an abandoned, run down asylum. But to anyone who knew what lay beyond the rusted iron gates, it was an unusual sight. Of course, many would rebel against Orion Hearst and his lackies. But no one ever resorted to such (Amusing? Hysterical? Idiotic?) theatrics. Laughing at the lack of response, Catherine jovially drops her tattered luggage and proceeds to wave her hands in the air. "Did you miss me, you fuckers? I'm back! Thought you could get rid of me that easy, eh? Happy Holidays, mother fuckers!"
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling,
Ring-ting-tingling tooooo! (Faye sings loudly as she bustles around the kitchen, filling her arms with food, ignoring the annoyed glares of those around her. She had a long evening of Christmas decoration making to get to, even if Caity may end up protesting when she saw the paper chains she planned to create and the Christmas tree she hoped to paint on the wall. But, it was Christmas after all, maybe the festive season could lift the place's spirit! Doubtful, but... you never know!) Come on it's lovely weather, for a sleigh ride together with-... (Just as someone walks into the kitchen, she grabs their hand, spinning the both of them around with a large grin as she finishes singing.) -youuuu!
