[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

“The stories aren’t all real, but Maisy swore the ghosts were,” Riley muttered to him, frowning at the outlandish tale of a man being skinned alive and then hung. Why would they need to hang him if they’d already skinned him? “They can’t all be winners,” Rowan snickered. When the footprints in the sand started, Riley smacked Felix’s arm repeatedly, far too excited in his opinion. He smacked her hand away and she didn’t touch him again. He traded places with Rowan and leaned closer to the footprints, curious, while everyone else watched, frozen. There were no obvious toe impressions to denote a bare foot, but the shape was unmistakably that of a foot. Weird. The footprints went on until the stretch of sand ended, giving way to stone and cement once more, and the tour group watched in silent fear and fascination, sure they were witnessing an actual ghostly encounter. Felix was starting to have suspicions… ------------ TAG: Katrina Wells

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[Katrina Wells]

You romanticize the feast and famine

Paralyzed by fear of failing

The next story, while less believable, did nothing to calm Katrina's nerves. If she thought logically she could accept that most of the stories were just local legends. Given how long her family line had been in los Eurosia her father had made sure that she and her siblings knew a great deal about its history. But the story was just meant to be scary as it was. Something to make the people shriek and shudder with fear. And at least on her part it was working. Perhaps not so much shrieking but Katrina was already shaking. And it had nothing to do with the cool wind that had been whipping about.

As she finally pulled her hand away from Kassandra Katrina stumbled a bit and almost toppled over. She managed to right herself again and noticed a pair of foot prints moving through the sand. Like an unseen figure walking right along side them. The sight along with the pained moaning made Katrina feel her stomach lurch. She flapped her hands as if trying to flick the fear off of her and quickly shook her head in denial. On instinct Katrina quickly tried to break away from the group of people only for the tour guide to speak up. "Everyone please stick with the rest of the tour! We wouldn't want anyone wandering off and being kidnapped by our next specter, Doctor Steinbreaker."

Kidnapped? Katrina froze long enough for Kassandra to snatch her hand back and pull her along. A bit rough in the embarrassment of how Katrina was acting it made the shorter young woman stumble a bit as they moved off of the beach and onto more solid pavement.

Tag: Felix Golding
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[Cass Harlow]

One girl tried to run from the group before her friend pulled her back, and for a moment Cass felt a little bad about scaring her so badly, but it was harmless fun. He wasn’t hurting anyone and, if anything, he was making the tour even better. Imagine the stories these people would have to tell their friends!

The guide called for everyone to stay together as they walked, and then she started talking about the ghost of a doctor who kidnapped people to do experiments on them, cutting them to pieces and trying to create some sort of Frankenstein’s monster.

As the group finally reached him, on the other side of the stretch of sand, where his footsteps wouldn’t be seen anymore, he crept around the tour guide, eyeing the people behind her for a good mark. The girl that had tried to run was an easy one. He snuck up and grasped her wrist firmly, pulling her a few feet as if he was going to drag her away, before letting her go. He grabbed another girl next and did the same thing.

And then he made the mistake of grabbing the skeptical guy to try and do the same, hoping he might be able to make him a little more of a believer. Before he could drag him more than a step or two, his wrist was twisted as the guy broke free, and he bit his tongue to avoid letting out a pained yelp.

He’d learned his lesson, and he scurried backward to put space between them. Maybe grabbing people was a step too far…

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

“I think the tour’s almost over,” Riley muttered as his side as the tour guide began regaling them with another unbelievable tale of a modern day Frankenstein. She sounded a bit disappointed, but Felix was relieved. The tour had been a bit more interesting than he’d expected it to be, but that was more because of the mischievous tag-a-long than the tour itself. As the group passed the end of the footprint trail, the girl who had clutched at his coat was suddenly being pulled forward as if by an invisible force, and Felix’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. Before he could do anything, the movement stopped, and then the same was happening to Riley. She let out a brief shriek that turned quickly into a shriek of delighted laughter as she was released and stumbled into Rowan’s side. Then the unmistakable feeling of solid fingers wrapped around his own wrist. Fuck no, he wasn’t going to be a part of this spectacle. The tug was strong, but he shifted his wrist and swiftly twisted his arm and jerked it down, hard, through the thumb he could feel wrapped over his pulse point. He broke free of the grip easily, the thumb being the weakest part of the hand, and a faint, muffled noise reached his ears. Good, he hoped that hurt. The fake ghost deserved no less for grabbing strangers. Felix didn’t know if the person was employed by the ghost tour or just a mischief-maker, but that behavior was completely uncalled for. ------------- TAG: Katrina Wells

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[Katrina Wells]

You romanticize the feast and famine

Paralyzed by fear of failing

Katrina was doing her best to not listen to the story at this point. She was trying to just block it out and pay attention to literally anything else. The couple whispering to each other behind her. The Halloween decorations in the windows. The smell of steak from a restaurant nearby. Literally anything else. But it was hard not to hear about the deranged doctor who would kidnap people to preform strange experiments on them. How their wails could still be heard on quiet nights if someone listened closely enough. Or how he particularly enjoyed taking young, pretty women.

It really came to a head when Katrina was suddenly grabbed and pulled forward. She stumbled and nearly face planted on the ground as she was dragged further ahead into the group. Then another girl was pulled as well. Katrina's heart slammed painfully in her chest. The world tilted harshly as her blood rushed rapidly through her. The sounds of gasps and the other girls delighted squealing were drowned out by the own pounding of her heartbeat in her ears. Katrina couldn't even scream.

Overheard storm clouds filled the dark sky as heavy thunder rumbled through the air. Kassandra rushed over to where Katrina was as some streaks of tears slipped down the terrified girls face. Rain began falling down fast and a few people scrambled to pull their jackets over their heads or run into a building. The tour guide who'd been startled by the suddenness of two girls being dragged forward now seemed confused by the sudden rain. It looked like the tour might be ending earlier than expected. Katrina was trembling as her shaking hands covered her face. Her heart was pounding in her chest as her anxiety spiked through the roof.

This was exactly why she hadn't wanted to come. Kassy tried to console her friend but they were now both being rained on and Katrina seemed stuck in place.

Tag: Felix Golding
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[Cass Harlow]

A storm seemed to roll in quickly, though the sudden gusts of cold wind that had been happening since the tour started probably should have been a warning. The sky opened up, pouring rain, and Cass cursed under his breath, hoping no one noticed the outline of a person through the downpour.

The first girl he had grabbed and pulled on seemed frozen, hands over her face, as a good portion of the tour group scattered away from the rain. Cass felt guilty for scaring the girl so badly.

He moved to the back of the group, where no one could see him, and flipped the metaphorical switch on his invisibility before the rain gave him away.

“Hey, are you okay?” He murmured in his most soothing voice as he moved up next to the girl he had terrified, feeling like a piece of shit. He didn’t touch her, not wanting to creep her out, but he whipped off his jacket and held it over her head to shield her from the rain, leaving him in just a tank top. It wasn’t difficult to get it over her, considering she was nearly a foot shorter than him. Her very tall friend was a different matter, but he did his best to cover both girls as the rain plastered his hair to his face. “I don’t think any of that was real, I think it was all just part of the tour,” he said, lying through his teeth. “Do you feel like getting inside out of the rain? It looks like a lot of the group are going into that café over there. I bet it’s nice and cozy in there and not scary at all.”

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

The pouring rain was completely unexpected, and Felix frowned in confusion. It had been a bit windy, but storms didn’t just start out of nowhere like that, without warning. Weird things were definitely going on, and he didn’t like it. Maybe the tour was staffed by a bunch of gifted people? That was the only thing that made sense. The group scattered like cockroaches, and Felix scoffed at the disproportionate reaction. It was just some rain. Riley and Rowan were even running off, hand in hand, toward the nearby café. “Felix, come on!” Riley shouted over her shoulder, laughing. He sighed and started to follow, at a much more sedate pace, but a low murmur of voices caught his attention. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the girl that had been, arguably, the most scared during the tour, and she was frozen in place with her hands over her face. Her friend was trying to comfort her, and so was a strange man that Felix hadn’t noticed on the tour with them. He turned fully around, curious now, and watching as he kept walking slowly backwards. The man didn’t have any shoes on, and Felix narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Where exactly had the man come from? -------- Katrina Wells

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[Katrina Wells]

You romanticize the feast and famine

Paralyzed by fear of failing

The thunder that cracked and rumbled through the sky was doing nothing at all to help the way Katrina's heart was pounding in her chest. She was so panicked that she barely felt the rain pelting against her. Soaking her through to the bone as she trembled and gasped for breath through her sobbing. Kassandra tried to rub her hand up and down her back and hush her soothingly but it didn't seem to be working. She apologized for making Katrina come but everything seemed to fall on deaf ears. And despite her fear of the thunder Katrina's feet seemed to still be firmly planted in the same spot.

As another man wandered over she barely heard him saying something about the stories not being real. Logically she could understand that. Of course they were just made up to scare people, because ghosts weren't real. But the stories were made to scare people! And by all accounts they'd certainly done their job. Plus how was she supposed to say ghost weren't real when something absolutely just dragged her forward! She managed out a few gasping, stuttering breaths as she uncovered her face. Red and puffy and wet with tears as she sniffled. Her bottom lip quivered and at this point she wasn't sure if she was shaking from the panic or because she was cold.

The mention of going into the cafe made her bite her quivering bottom lip in an attempt to make it stop as she nodded her head. Katrina still couldn't find her voice to talk but she knew she wanted to get out of the rain. Kassy thanked the man softly as she took Katrina's hand again. But Katrina quickly pulled it away from her grasp as they walked to the cafe.

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[Cass Harlow]

Cass was quickly soaked through from the rain, but he escorted the two girls toward the café anyway, continuing to hold his jacket over them, but mostly the tiny scared girl. They moved right past another guy who just stood there staring, and when Cass glanced up he realized it was the same guy he’d tried to grab, who had twisted his wrist.

“’Scuse us,” he said as they walking very close to him on the most straightforward path to the café. He looked up and gave the guy his most disarming and friendly smile, and received only a blank stare in return. Kinda hot.

Once they’d reached the overhang of the café and were out of the rain, he whipped his jacket back on, starting to shiver a bit form the wet and cold.

“Take care!” he called before yanking his hood up and slipping away back out into the rain. His guilt at scaring the girl so bad was eased slightly now that he’d done the good deed of seeing her to safety. At least she’d have an exciting story to tell her friends!

He wanted to go into the warm and cozy café, too, but he was still barefoot. He needed his boots, and his bag. He really wanted to hear what the tour group was talking about. Swapping ghost tales, no doubt, which he was sure he’d feature prominently whether they knew it or not.

But, oh well, it just wasn’t meant to be.

As he turned and retraced his path toward his stuff, he passed the same guy again as he headed in the opposite direction, toward the café. This time Cass shot him a wink, and was tempted to stop and try to flirt with him until he received a dirty look for his trouble.

Another thing that just wasn’t meant to be. Cass just wanted to get his stuff and get out of the cold and wet. This had been fun, though. Maybe he’d hit up another tour tomorrow and have some more fun.

[Felix Golding]

rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive

The three of them moved past Felix on their way to the café, and he stood still and watched them. The mysterious man that had suddenly appeared gave him an overly-friendly smile that only made him more suspicious. He followed the three of them at a distance, since he was headed to the same place, but he stopped again when the other man left the two girls at the entrance to the café and ducked back out into the rain. The man shot him a wink as their gazes met again, and Felix scowled in return. He passed by and moved quickly out of the circle of light shed by the café and out into the rainy night. Felix stared after him and wondered where he was going, and if he might be able to figure some things out of he followed him. Before he’d taken two steps in pursuit, Rowan was calling for him again, poking his head out of the door to the café. Felix stopped in place, watching the man go and resigning himself to never figuring out the mystery. “Are you coming?” Rowan called, laughing with an edge of exasperation. Felix waved him off, shaking his head. The café was crowded now, and Felix wasn’t looking forward to being so close to all those people. “I’ll bring the car around,” he said, and turned to head back to the parking lot before his cousin could argue. He'd rather deal with the cold and wet than the crowd. The ghost tour had ended up more interesting than Felix had expected, but it wasn’t something he’d ever want to repeat, as the interesting part had nothing to do with the tour itself, he was sure. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TAG: Katrina Wells OOC: I’m thinking we wrap up the thread with your last post. Unless you want to keep going. Or unless you don’t want to make another post. Up to you!

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[Katrina Wells]

You romanticize the feast and famine

Paralyzed by fear of failing

Moving her legs felt like Katrina was attempting to move through quick sand. But eventually they made it to the awning of the cafe. Many of the people were already inside and some poor worker was running through trying to mop up all the dripping water that was suddenly puddling on the floor. Kassandra thanked the man for helping them as Katrina pulled out her phone to call her brother. She didn't want to go into the cafe. She wanted to go home and change into dry clothes and curl up in her warm bed. The tour had been a disaster and all she wanted to do was go home and forget about everything.

Katrina looked up to see the man she'd accidentally grasped earlier and sheepishly looked back at her phone as he said something else to someone. Katrina ignored Kassandra's continued apologies as her brother finally picked up and simply asked him to pick her up. Once he said he'd be there in a moment she hung up and turned to Kassandra. "I just wanna go home," she said after finally finding her ability to speak again. Kassandra sighed but nodded as she motioned for them to go in the cafe to at least wait in some warmth for her brother.

Katrina relented and followed Kassandra inside. At least it would get them out of the storm temporarily.

Tag: Felix Golding and Cass Harlow
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