Say a Prayer [CHASE]

[rupert george wilfred gibbard]

There were strangers in our flat.

I was sat in the bathroom when they'd first arrived, looking for any spiders to collect and use in a painting since it wasn't exactly the cleanest room in the place. I didn't recognise any of the voices coming from the main living area so I slammed the door shut and locked myself in. Torsten probably wasn't out there. However, that didn't exclude the possibility that they were working for him. In which case, I needed to get out of here right now and the more conventional method of exit was in the same room as the strangers.

Beginning to panic because I was trapped, I leant back against the door, hoping it would help in keeping it closed in case the intruders attempted to break through. Now I could hear them better; they were laughing... and I thought I heard Arthur too. What was going on? Was he okay? I choked back a sob, desperately trying to think of what I was supposed to do. We were going to die, or at the very least be kidnapped. Torsten's men had found Arthur and were likely to realise that I was hiding in here any second. The only thing I could do was run. Even if that meant I would have to escape through the window.

As quietly as I could, I took a couple of wobbly steps towards the window. With every footstep that inched towards freedom, I had to slow myself down by glancing backwards to check the door but was pleased to see that nobody looked as if they were trying to barge through. Still, my breathing refused to slow and my limbs wouldn't stop shaking.

Upon hearing my name being called, I jolted into action and leapt up onto the toilet seat so I could open up the window and scrambled out of it once I had. It took a little longer than usual since I was in such a state, but I got there in the end. Getting out of the window wasn't difficult, it did hurt a lot when I hit the ground though. Thankfully our tiny home was on the ground floor so I don't think I did any permanent damage.

Once I'd gotten to my feet, I wasted no time in running all the way to the quietest place I knew around Northvale: the cemetery. I kept my hood up the whole way there, just in case anyone recognised me and took me to Torsten. And, as soon as I reached my destination, I sat down in the darkest corner of the area. There, I was cast in a dark shadow and mostly hidden from sight.

Anxiously, my fingers tore at the grass surrounding me. I couldn't stop fidgeting, I just needed to get my mind off everything. It took me a while to realise that I was crying. Though not quite hysterically or I should've noticed earlier. I was always crying; it happened so often that most of the time I failed to pick up on it.

Outfit: Clicky! ♒ Notes: he's a poo ;-; ♒ Tagged: Chay!

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[chase michael jackson]

Sometimes Chase liked to just go for a walk. He had a lot to think about what with him and Brent being together now, and he wanted to just walk and let it all sink in. He had just gotten out of work, so it seemed like a good time. Somehow, he ended up by the cemetery. He hadn't noticed right away, so when he did, he started to turn around when he felt a big burst of a bad emotion. It was hard to nail what the emotion was though. He thought it was sad. Definitely distraught. It peaked Chase's curiosity and followed the emotions into the cemetery.

He spotted the guy before he thought he would. Chase hadn't seen him around before, so it made him even more curious. Normally... Chase would see the guy, then turn around because he couldn't actually talk to him... but this was different. The emotions... well. Chase thought they might have struck home a bit too much. He showed himself to the guy and gave him a small smile. "Hey... are you alright?"

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Outfit

[/b] ---------- Clicky!
Notes[/b] ---------- asdfghjkl
Tagged[/b] ---------- Roo
Song[/b] ---------- Miss Missing You – Fall Out Boy[/center]

[rupert george wilfred gibbard]

Crying was both bad and good at the same time. It was a bit of a relief to get all of that emotion out in some way, however it did make me feel nauseous and tired too. How come all positive things came with a price but not everything negative had something nicer to compensate for it? It was like... I had been graced with this life although I felt that it was, for the most part, utterly pointless. I was a freak, an outcast. And this was no exaggeration, I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me. Save it for someone who deserves it. I don't know why I'm so different, I don't know why Torsten chose to pursue me of all people... I don't know why I've been running from him, really. All of the thoughts flooding my brain weren't helping, they made more tears flow.

When a younger-looking guy appeared, I froze and stared up at him through a curtain of black hair, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. His words sounded as sincere as his smile, giving me the feeling that he wasn't going to be a threat. It was only a feeling though, I couldn't be sure. What if he'd been one of the people in the flat and he'd followed me out here? Then again, he did look like he'd been running as I had. It was likely that I'd be safe enough answering him but I couldn't tell the truth. That made me feel horrible because lying was something I was never able to tolerate. Unfortunately, I had no idea what else I should do. "Y-y-yeah." I answered in a small voice, nodding my head frantically. My fingers continued to rip the grass from the soil, I did it partly to hide how much I was shaking and partly because it gave me something to distract my mind with.

Outfit: Clicky! ♒ Notes: he's a poo ;-; ♒ Tagged: Chay!

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[chase michael jackson]

The guy was still freaking out inside and it made Chase want to do one of two things. Use his powers to try to calm him down. Or freak out along with him. He knew that he shouldn't do the first one to someone he didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he wanted the second either, but the emotions were so strong Chase didn't know if he had a choice or not, but he was going to stay strong because the stuttering, barely saying anything... it hit home for Chase and made him want to help.

Chase crouched down next to him, a smile still on his face. "Mind if I sit with you, then?"

[/b] Chase asked to be polite and then sat down next to him anyways. "I'm Chase. Chase Jackson. I'm a student at Northvale. I'm 17 and I'm a soul faery."[/b] Chase knew from his own experiences that knowing a bit about someone would make him feel a little better about who he was talking to. He just hoped it was the same for the guy he was sitting next to at the moment.

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Outfit

[/b] ---------- Clicky!
Notes[/b] ---------- asdfghjkl
Tagged[/b] ---------- Roo
Song[/b] ---------- Miss Missing You – Fall Out Boy[/center]

[rupert george wilfred gibbard]

My mind was struggling to make a decision. One half was telling me that this guy should go because he was a person and they couldn't be trusted, however, the other said that being alone was more dangerous so it would be good to have some company, even in the form of a stranger. He really didn't seem all that threatening so I didn't protest when he sat down next to me. That didn't mean that I still wasn't on edge or anything because I most definitely was.

His name was Chase, he was a soul faerie (whatever that was), he was a good few years younger than me and he went to that weird school I'd heard a few rumours about via my brother. Knowing more about the guy made him seem even less likely to be working for Torsten. Why would he be interested in some faerie kid that acted genuinely nice? Sometimes I wished I was able to safely tell if someone could be trusted or not but, like every other time, I was going to have to go with my instincts on this one. "I-I'm Ru-Rupert. L-lightning borea." My stammering wasn't so bad now that I'd calmed down a bit, allowing me to feel okay with speaking to Chase more. I wasn't sure exactly what I was and that worried me. One of the worse feelings is not knowing something about yourself because then it leads on to worrying questions like 'Who am I, really?' and 'Am I who I think I am?'. They make me feel sort of sick. I'd only been told that I was a lightning borea, I didn't know that.

Outfit: Clicky! ♒ Notes: he's a poo ;-; ♒ Tagged: Chay!

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