#f2f:eury

[arloboone-blog]

“Wanna hear a ghost story?” Arlo asked, taking a seat on the steps of Brittany Hall. He wasn’t quite sure why he and Eury were there together, but any chance he got to tell a tall tale and make someone laugh he’d take. The night was dark, the storms were rolling and it was the perfect setting to show off his Google search knowledge. “So listen, before this was a school for humans, it was a hotel for humans built in 1929. An eight year old girl named Molly, unrelated to the drug I hear about, apparently fell down the elevator shaft during the construction of the building and now haunts it. I don’t know why she was in there during construction, but she must have been pretty dumb and angry because now she haunts it.” Arlo took a big gulp, looking around suspiciously. He wasn’t sure how he felt about ghosts, but he wasn’t too keen on being haunted by one. “Another time, this building manager person got scared by a chair. It didn’t belong to the residence, so he turned and ran away out of FEAR.” He jumped at Eury on the last word, holding up his hands in a scary motion. “There’s also been hella scary noises.” Arlo tried his hand at using the slang that the gang had been teaching him. He figured he did alright and turned back to Eurydice. “Wanna hear more?” 

@eurydicecostas

[roreomarsh-blog]

F2F: EURORY.

Taking a quick look around, Rory made sure Kat wasn’t in sight before sliding off the bed and padding across the room. She clutched her phone tightly against her chest and sat down next to Eury’s bed, crossing her legs and tugging at the sheet to get her attention. “Come sit with me. I’ve got stuff to tell you,” she insisted, forcing back the nerves that threatened to overtake her.  

To take her mind off the upcoming conversation, she opened the camera on her phone and hit the record button, switching to the front facing lens and taking a good look at herself. “Mmph, beautiful!” she joked, chuckling lightly to herself. She reached up to touch a particularly nasty looking wound across her cheek and pursed her lips in thought. “At least I don’t look like the Bride of Chucky anymore.”  Thanks to their powers, they healed a good measure faster than the average human, but still, it wasn’t as quickly as Rory would have liked. The sooner they became free, the better. But for now, these walls were security, and Syria desperately needed it. 

“Sawyer. Take two. Eurydice Costas,” she spoke clearly, flipping the lens around and waiting for Eury to join. “First, smile for the camera,” she instructed. “And then tell me all your favorite stuff about Sawyer Rae McClintock.” Peeking out from behind her device, she watched her expectantly. “What? I saw her student ID.”