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✘ Have they ever committed a murder?
▼ What is their greatest fear?
✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic?
△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.
✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?
☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to?
☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation?
❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?
☠ Do they fear death?
♱ What do they think awaits them after death?
¿ Are they easily frightened?
╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed?
☹ Name one person they would kill for.
☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose?
☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one?
★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show?
♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil?
♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness?
☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night?
ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings?
ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?
♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil?
♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go?
™ Are they possessive?
✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?
◯ Do they believe in ghosts?
✦ Who is their favorite villain?
☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to?
웃 Do they believe in aliens?
Nadine sat with her legs tucked to her knees, pulling at a loose thread on her sweater. Well, Isaac’s sweater. She wore it today because it was fuzzy and warm and she was still recovering from her nightmare. That’s what last night was. But it didn’t explain the bite marks on her hand. She pulled at the sleeve to cover them. Out of sight, out of mind. Nadine barely registered the voice speaking until she realized it was, and it was waiting for a response. Her response. “I’m sorry–” Her voice was soft, tired from fighting all the conflicting emotions inside her head. “I literally didn’t hear a word you just said.”
having known many sleepless nights, zella could often pinpoint when someone else had experienced one, or at least a fitful slumber in which true rest was never achieved. as she came into the room and her gaze fell on nadine, the blonde sensed that something was off about her –– everything in her body language signaled discomfort, and, surprising to herself, she felt a twinge of pity for the other ( especially knowing that someone close to her was now in the grave ). oddly enough, she felt compelled to reach out in any possible way, calling out to her in an attempt to distract the girl from whatever may be passing through her thoughts. when the other responded in confusion, zella smirked a bit and took a gulp out of her water bottle –– which did not, in fact, contain water –– before repeating herself. “don’t apologize, it’s whatever, i was just wondering if you’d seen cole around?”
along with the pool of blood oozing from his shoulder, theo woke up from the nightmare, his body wet, blood and sweat mixing together and causing a mess. he winced at the pain, ready to move across the room to fetch a towel but failing. it hurt so bad and he was on the verge of sobbing. the nightmare was so vivid. he wanted to cry forever. he wanted to call his mother to make sure she was okay. he couldn’t do any of that. he was helpless to the outside world. he shouldn’t have left. he shouldn’t have come to this house. who knew what his mother was going through with his step dad.
finally able to gain the energy to move, he trotted into the closest bathroom, blooding falling down his body and making a mess of the sweats he was wearing around his waist. he felt like passing out so he found himself leaning against a wall in the hallway. he didn’t want to move, afraid he would find himself face down on the floor but he wasn’t sure where anyone else was, either. he sighed, glancing down to the floor, trying to take in the pain from the bite. hearing footsteps coming close, he shook his head, lifting his good arm to motion the person over. “a little help?”
something hadn’t felt right when zella awoke that morning; call it a best friend’s intuition, but the blonde couldn’t ignore a calling to check on the person she loved most ( it had been far too long since she saw him last, anyway ). writing off the eeriness that met her upon waking as a side-effect of whatever concoction she created to ease herself to sleep, she quickly made it her business to trot down the halfway to wake theo up, should he still be slumbering. however, when she drew near his room, zella found that he wasn’t relaxing in bed but rather slumped against a wall a few doors down –– the sight immediately filled her with alarm, as she responded to his request by bolting to his side, mouth agape and eyes wide with worry.
“theo... oh my god, no. are you okay? fuck, forget that –– of course you’re not okay,” she rambled, hands urgently trailing over his skin in hopes that simply touching him would transfer all the pain that was evident on his features to her. her clutches started at his face, which she grabbed gently to pull his gaze into hers, fretful orbs peering into his. tentatively, her touch traveled down to his shoulders where she tried to lift him up a bit, causing as little pain as possible, to ascertain the situation. a loud gasp escaped her lips as she took in his wound, a hand lifting to her mouth to block another cry –– it felt like she was being stabbed in the heart. seeing him hurting was the absolute worst torture zella could imagine for herself; she would trade anything to make sure her best friend never experienced anything even slightly uncomfortable. witnessing him, visage contorted with agony along with his blood-soaked back was enough to tempt tears, nose prickling with fear and frustration that anything could have done this to him.
anxious fingers passed back over his chest as she made his way to the opposite side, where he might be strong enough to apply weight on her. “here, i’ve got you,” she whispered, grimacing as she slithered next to him, getting beneath his shoulder in hopes that she could accompany him to their destination. “i’m going to clean you up, okay? fuck, i don’t even know how, but i’m going to make this better, i promise theo... i’m so fucking sorry.” she should have been there; this is why she hated being apart from him for too long. “i think alcohol helps these situations, applied topically and orally,” she muttered with a half-hearted grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes –– they were still stricken with horror. still, she attempted to crack a joke, to do anything to ease the pain he must be experiencing. sniffing back the onslaught of emotions, she continued babbling, eyes never leaving his visage as she peered to the side to monitor is every move. “and, i’ll smoke you out too. a-and i have so many pills, t, so much to ease this pain if you need it... i- what happened? whose teeth do i need to punch out of their skull?”
It had been over twelve hours since something had attacked the girl in the kitchen, and with only three hours of sleep from the night before, Nora was running off of fear alone. As soon as she had been able to locate a first aid kit (severely lacking in supplies, but thankfully there at all), she had hurried from the house. Or more accurately, whatever was in it. The girl had heard the stories surrounding Ida Crenshaw and her mansion, had even seen the horror on that tape, but she never could have imagined there was an evil within the house that could truly harm them. One hand resting on the hastily applied bandage over her abdomen, her pale blue shirt still stained with blood, she realized that she had been wrong. Her uninjured foot was lowered into the pool below her, the injured foot gently resting on the cement. It had been quiet since she had come out here, the house and its residents quite still, but as she hears the door to the house open, Nora realizes her solitude has come to an end. Tired eyes glancing towards the door, she tries to make out the figure with the harsh sun shining behind them.
upon waking, zella felt as if something had transpired in the house –– but, of course, she attributed this paranoia to the narcotics she self-administered before bed, as usual. having slept far too long, the blonde felt groggy all over, as if something had severely affected her form, which was the way she preferred it. rolled papers in hand, she descended the steps with characteristic sluggishness, eager to get something else into her system, lest she be forced to spend a minute sober. exiting the house out onto the back patio, the addict made quick work with lighting her joint, taking the thick clouds deep into her lungs before expelling them, eyes scanning her surroundings to land on another, perched at the edge of the pool. “howdy,” she murmured, taking another hit as she sized them up, memory fuzzy as she tried to put a name to the face. upon closer inspection, the blonde realized that the other appeared injured, considering the scarlet stain with which she had grown far too accustomed. “jesus, i’m guessing you didn’t drop a glass like i did a week ago... what’s the damage?” she questioned, feeling far chattier than normal due to curiosity as she came closer, joint dangling on the edge of her fingertips as she came to sit beside nora. “how’d you hurt both your foot and stomach? trip down the stairs with a knife? i’ve done that once, but then again i was drunk... wanna hit? it’s mostly indica so could help with the pain, if you feel so inclined.”
while zella was commonly known by others for her pervasive aura of apathy, most were unaware of her inherent desire to feel like she was in control; though her brand of being “in control” mostly consisted of her insistence on piloting her own destruction, but that still meant some power was in her hands. recently, however, the blonde had been reeling from lack of authority over the events of her life –– and how she reacted to them –– and this left her feeling quite unsettled. if it was possible for the addict to up her dosage on all her vices, she did it. lately, the poolside had become her place of solace; there, she could smoke, drink, swallow to her heart’s content, considering not many others would bother her in that area of the house.
the addict was already buzzing from the suboxone she mixed with whiskey and a spliff as she arrived at the scene, lethargic limbs tossing a towel on one of the chairs. however, it quickly seemed as if she wasn’t alone, as zella heard the onset of footsteps just before she was getting comfortable. “fucking fantastic,” she muttered, as she turned her head, cursing herself for forgetting sunglasses as her hand moved to shield the sun from her eyes. when she realizes who’s approached, she almost steps back in surprise, considering she’d yet to see rowan since entering the house. “woah, rowan, you know imogen is like freaking out trying to find you, right?” when her question is left unanswered, zella rolls her orbs in annoyance, displeased with the redhead’s lack of response not only to the inquiry, but the desperate attempts her twin had made to contact her.
instead, when rowan simply points to the garden in the corner, a dark look present on her features, zella shook her head in frustration and shrugged her shoulders, sighing in exasperation. “look man, what do you want? i’m tryna fade into the void over here.” when, yet again, she’s met with silence, the blonde couldn’t help but let out a caustic laugh, her arms shifting to cross her chest, defiance evident in her stance. “c’mon, use your big girl words now, or just leave me alone,” she scowled before almost flinching when the other finally moves; not to reply to her, but to saunter past the pool towards the direction she had previously indicated. once she arrived and zella found the redhead had only resorted to pointing at something more precise, the addict submits with a scoff, finally leaving her belongings in hopes that rowan would finally give it up if she checked out her pretty little flowers.
as zella moved towards the garden, however, a feeling of unease settled deep in her bones; something wasn’t right. the redhead was frozen like a statue, limbs not faltering as she pointed, eeriness creeping over the scene. upon reaching the destination, her eyes flicker to the contents of the flowerbed, where a pair of legs are buried along with a stain of crimson that leaked past onto the concrete. “uh... is this blood?” the blonde questions, dread pooling in her stomach before her gaze shifts back to rowan, searching for answers. however, rowan is no longer present to answer –– or really, not answer –– zella’s inquiry, which makes her skin crawl with discomfort. there was no way she could have moved, she’d only just glanced at the flowerbed and she could swear the redhead stayed still in her periphery...
biting her lip to distract herself from the daunting sensation that caressed her skin, the addict took small steps to peer deeper into the flowerbed, uncertainty ratting her insides. it doesn’t take her long to ascertain that it was rowan’s legs in the dirt; she appeared as if she was sleeping, but zella couldn’t ignore the palor of her skin –– she especially couldn’t pretend as if that massive bite mark wasn’t on her leg, oozing blood as if it was a fresh wound. “what the fuck,” zella whispered, only to be interrupted by a cacophonous crash from behind. spinning around on her heel, she poised herself to run before she realized what had toppled onto the concrete –– liam. mind buzzing, the blonde felt overwhelmed, unsure if she should moved towards either one of them, before a haunting murmur filled her ears. rowan was telling her to run.
zella didn’t need to be told twice. in an instant, she was bolting away, past liam and the pool and everything that she had just seen. with a flash of movement, the blond raced for the front door, only pausing to grab a random set of keys in her escape. if she was thinking more clearly, filled with less desperation, she would have paused to locate theo, alec, her siblings, imogen, her drugs. but instincts were taking over as she flew out the door, hammering on the panic button in hopes to locate whatever car would respond. when she found her ticket home, the blonde quickly unlocked the vehicle and tossed herself in, nerves jittering as she struggled to start the engine, finally successful after a third try. bracing herself for the difficult drive ahead, she spun out of the lot and past the entrance to the manor, following the winding road wherever it would take her.
however, when zella found herself back where she started, she stared in disbelief for a moment before shaking away loose curls, set on trying again. “i just must have taken a wrong turn, i guess,” she rationalized as her knuckles gripped the wheel tighter, intent on being successful the second time. yet, she was not; in fact, the blonde was not successful the third time, or the eighth, or the twenty-seventh. before long, she was exhauted with the chase and found herself pulling the car back where she found it, considering it was almost out of fuel due to her desperate attempts. feeling hollow, the addict turned the key to off as she leaned back in the seat, hands moving to cup her face as she screamed against her palms, frustration and fear mixing in her chest. with the sun dipping past the horizon, zella surrendered all hope of escaping as she finally exited the vechicle, nails digging into the flesh of her hands as she approached the door.
it was if she was re-entering a cell, for now she knew that they were all trapped.
THE DOOR TO THE BASEMENT stares back at her mockingly. are you gonna do it ?? no, you would never. she can hear it saying, the laugh she heard that day following right after. but whatever was in there is out now. so there’s no harm in going down to check things out, right ?? yet, she can’t bring herself to twist the doorknob, uninjured hand clenched around the handle but unmoving. “ just open the door, dumbass… ” she says to herself, unaware of the new presence in the room. so she continues to mutter nonsense to herself as if she’s the only one in the room. “ stupid fucking demon… actually, i’m sorry. didn’t mean that — wait, no, i did. ” jules babbles on, hand still frozen on the doorknob.
IN LIGHT OF ALL THAT HAD PASSED, perhaps it was not wise of zella to have found her steps leading her back to where she felt like it began: the basement. ever since that moment she descended those creaking stairs, strange things had been happening. people were dead, people were... mummified... and there was no way out. upon approaching her destination, the addict starts, surprised to have found her sister poised at the knob –– a simper qucikly dominates her features as a warmth radiates in her chest, something like pride ( she was proud of her sister for having as devious of an incination as she ). for a few moments, she watches in silence, spectating jules’ inner struggle, brows locking in confusion as she says the word ‘demon’. her mind flashes back to that dark figure she swore she witness creep past, but never had the presence of a demon entered her thoughts... perhaps her sister was onto something. taking a step forward, she enters the other’s personal space, taking a leap and sending her hand to cup the other’s. “if you don’t want to open it, i can. and we can... y’know... go together...” her words trail as she utters them, still unwilling to give her siblings the closeness that she too craved, but unable to stop herself from sharing this moment with her sister.
SHE GLIDES THROUGH THE WATER with ease, almost resembling a mermaid with how the lights of the swimming pool cast a glow on her lithe and toned figure, dark tresses floating around her. the sky is pitch black without a star in sight, only the moon hanging above sora. she’s been in the water for nearly an hour, after fixing herself a small meal in the kitchen. the appreciated tranquility of swimming alone is interrupted though, when she surfaces and meets the gaze of someone standing by the pool edge. a moment of silence passes before the dancer finally speaks up, her tone bored and dry. “ what ?? cat got your tongue ?? ”
ZELLA IS NOT A SWIMMER. in fact, those who knew her well enough were aware that she failed every lesson her parents procured for herself in her youth. it was such a shame, considering the blonde was drawn to the ethereal state water possessed; she admired how it curved and caressed, like a warm hug of tangled limbs. still, the addict found that she could enjoy the sight of its elegance just the same, especially when her head was in another place entirely. for the past weeks, she had taken to smoking by the pool, finding that it was one of the best places for her to enjoy her various highs. on this night, in particular, zella found that she had to share her spot with another –– as she walked to her usual perch at the edge of the water, the blonde couldn’t help but admire the other’s movements, a mixture of jealousy and longing permeating her mind as she ducked her head to light a blunt. when a voice rang out in the darkness, she managed to find their gaze quickly, her orbs rolling into the back of her head as she inhaled the sweet fumes in response. “nope. just the weed, but that’s how i like it.”
hello hi everyone sorry for that weird absence but i am bACK ON MY BULLSHIT i reread zella’s natal chart and got back into her musings bc i’m a freak lmao but fr i am living again!!! i’m gonna crank out this self-para for the event while i’m on this muse high and then get to some replies (tbh i let go of a few bc i was just mentally elsewhere for her) n yeah i’m excited to rp w all y’all again <333 so much love
Nadine let out a small, frustrated huff as she fought with her suitcase. There weren’t even that many steps. Yet, with the combined efforts of the duffel weighing down her left shoulder and the contents of the suitcase weighing down the right, she was struggling. She could do it herself; she was more than capable. But she’d gotten very little sleep on the flight over because the small child behind her kept aggressively kicking her seat, and the middle aged man next to her kept chortling as he watched reruns of the Office (which, sure, was funny, but not that funny), and the blonde in front of her had strategically angled her vent so that it hit Nadine directly in the face. And so yeah, she was a bit annoyed. It was evident in the irritation in her voice as asked (without really asking) the first person she saw for help. “You know… a little help goes a long way.”
boredom found its way into the blonde once more, guiding her to recline on the couch, pop three unmarked pills into her mouth, and then pull out her phone to play some mindless game for the remainder of the evening. however, some ruckus near the entrance of the house quickly alerted her of another’s arrival; she was left to pretend not to notice the signs of struggle, before a voice greeted her, requesting aid in an interesting fashion. barely looking up from her device, the addict shrugged her shoulders, conveying apathy in the most lethargic way. “no offense or anything, but why would i want to get up and help when i could remain chilling on the sofa instead?” zella cooed, the effects of something illegal pulsing in her veins now making themselves known. “if it’s that bad, just leave them at the door for now. save it as a job for a slightly older version of yourself.” with another quick glance at the other she offered a half-hearted smile –– which consisted of the corner of her mouth twitching slightly. “sorry for the lack of sympathy, but no one was here to help me with my own bags and i somehow managed it. you’ll survive.”
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