darkness among us | {legion}

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border: 050403 solid 0px; width: 330px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;] d a r k o n e . Clive sat in his recliner, half asleep at 8 pm. The beer that he'd been holding between his legs had slowly started to tip over, creating a growing wet spot in his pants and, Franklin Morris was certain, souring the recliner below him. He hadn't planned on letting his foster parent know that he was leaving; he wouldn't have cared to know anyway. If anything, he would've been a dick and told him he couldn't go. At least when he was like this, Frank knew he was gone to the world for at least a couple hours. He would've still done whatever he wanted to do, but now he could do it without the threat of being kicked out. Which, by the way, was a joke. The check Clive got from keeping Frank was half the income of the makeshift family. Without Frank, he would've been forced to move all the way back to the other side of the district, back into his Capitol-sanctioned shack of a house. As long as Frank was here, and Clive had his job, he was considered a travelling worker and could stay in the nicer place that didn't have roaches. Frank glanced down at the emptying bottle of beer. Yet. He pulled his hood up and tried to close the door behind him loudly enough to wake Clive up. Even if their new apartment was better than the old one, it still wasn't what one would consider nice. Especially in this part of District Two, with it's gorgeous snow-capped mountains, two-story lodges with smoke pouring from the chimneys and too many windows to be practical, rich careers organizing capture-the-flag wars with sparring weapons. Compared to the rest of the suburb, Clive's apartment building was just an over-sized cinder block with bad heating. And the further away he walked, the better the houses got. By the time he reached the house in question, he was certain there'd been some sort of mistake. Julie clearly came from money but this seemed a little exorbitant. He thought it was strange that a house with seemingly so many breakable things would invite a bunch of teenagers inside to get drunk, but he supposed that, with a house like this, they could probably afford to fix whatever was broken. More money, more problems. He glanced down at the balled up piece of paper in his pocket to be sure he'd gotten the right address, and sure enough, there it was, printed in big, curvy lettering on the mailbox: Statum. He could hear music coming from inside, so pulled his tattered coat closer to keep himself warm as he rang the doorbell. "What the fuck are you doing here, Morris?" he whispered to himself, trying to ignore that his breath was coming out as fog.

[Python]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border: 050403 solid 0px; width: 330px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;] w i l d o n e . It was clockwork; her parents announced that they would be visiting relatives across the District. They would invite Julie, she would politely decline, and she would offer to "watch" the estate while they were gone. She promised to take good care of it as she crossed her fingers behind her winter coat, grinning mischievously on the inside as she planned the theme of her next party. They certainly weren't ignorant to her ways, but they didn't realize how far she would be willing to go for the sake of entertainment. That's why tonight's 'guest list' had no limits. Anybody could invite anybody. If you were somebody, you could invite yourself. All Julie cared about was the thrill of the party and the personalities that flourished between these walls. Susie was at her side, playing her usual game of social avoidance. It was actually endearing how she preferred to read books and doodle rather than interact with human beings. At the very least, it was consistent. She was always someone Julie could count on in the midst of chaos. Julie watched every face pass through the door. Most were familiar - like Joey, who never failed to impress her with his antics - but she hoped to see new faces tonight. New faces were curious, and many became Julie's toys until she grew bored of the novelty. The face that captured her eye tonight wasn't new, but it made her heart twitch. She didn't want to be too hopeful about mystery boy Frank accepting her party invitation, yet she was happy to see him. "Susie, it's the guy I told you about! Let's go say hi," she said, hoping Susie would follow. She glided over to Frank in her short black dress, a feathery scarf draped over bare shoulders. She was supposed to know everything about everybody in this snowy pocket of Two, but she didn't know much about Frank. He was new, and therefore a wild card. She didn't know why anyone in their right mind would move here. It was an odd concept, wanting to live in such a boring place. "Glad you could make it, Frank," she purred, hoping the house in all its grandeur would impress him.

[lance]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border: 050403 solid 0px; width: 330px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;] r e c k l e s s o n e . He always liked going to Julie's parties. Sure, hedonism was alive and well even in this backwater area of Two amongst the rich and wealthy (and one could argue it was almost moreso given that the vast majority of this area's inhabitants fit into that aforementioned category), but there was something about his friend's gatherings that just hit the spot compared to the average joe. Sure, of course he could throw his own, but doing that every time he wanted to scratch that particular itch was more effort than it was worth. Sometimes, a boy just wanted to sit back and enjoy some sinful acts while others did the hard work, okay? And honestly, for Julie, it was pretty good for the most part. They got each other, bored rich kids looking for excitement in the middle of nowhere, and maybe he was biased but he tended to enjoy his friend's gatherings moreso than others. The guest list was open-ended, no limits to be found, and that always spiced things up - sometimes, you just needed some fresh blood mixed into the pool to keep things entertaining. So when a boy that he barely recognized entered, Joey's attention was already caught. But when Julie herself, along with a currently pink-haired Susie in tow, personally went to the door to greet him, his curiosity spiked. Not many newbies earned Julie's personal attention, after all. So he casually detached himself from the stuttering boy he'd been entertaining himself with, drink in hand, and walked up to the door on the other side of his friend. "And who's this?" he asked lightly, grin on his face even as he sized up the other boy from up close and personal. Definitely new here, or perhaps a visitor - he would have recognized anyone else - and capturing his friend's attention? Joey was almost offended that he was out of the loop.