⋅ ◆ ⋆ — it’s not a joke, i’m a legit SNACK!                                                           ( TASK ONE - B )

                  [ aka - characters that resemble elliot gallagher. ] RICK O’CONNELL - THE MUMMY ( 1999 )   -   TONY STARK - MCU FILMS BRIAN KINNEY - QUEER AS FOLK ( US )    -   ELEANOR  - THE GOOD PLACE

TASK 002: PART ONE –– ETERNITY. 

FASHION OF ETERNITY:

expectation: if fluke could choose what he would wear for the rest of eternity, he would go for a blue suit ( that he does not own ). he would be in nice loafers. he would be freshly showered, have just enough product in his hair. he would smell excellent. he would retain facial hair, but it would just be stubble. on him would be his phone, the watch given to him by jo, a cigarette and lighter, and his bronze sobriety token. he would be addressed as ‘levi’.

reality ( drugs tw ): if fluke actually died in this moment, he would be wearing an over-sized dark navy jacket over a blue flannel with a white shirt and plain jeans on. he would just be wearing old converse. his hair would be messy, he would almost have a full beard, he would not have been freshly showered. on him would be his cracked and stolen iphone 4, a baggie of heroin ( but no spoon, liquids, lighter, cotton ball, or syringe,,, at least he’s got his old-ass shoelaces, though :\ ) in his jeans’ pocket, and the watch given to him by jo. he would still be addressed as ‘fluke’. 

LIFE IN ETERNITY ( in descending likelihood ) :

POISON.

fears: rats, isolation and life without jo

the most likely cause of fluke’s death in the manor has little, if anything, to do with the paranormal. in spite of the promise he made to his friends, he snuck contraband in. although he tells himself it’s to prove to himself that he’s stronger than he thinks he is, after the reality of everything sets in, he goes to harold crenshaw’s study to slip away. however, after a year of cleanliness, his body is no longer quite as used to its normal dose.

in the loop, he always returns to harold’s study when the sun sets. the difference: there is now a rat infestation. instead of injecting himself with heroin, he injects himself with rat poison.

BELIEF.

fears: isolation and life without jo

if he managed to get past poison, he would find the quickest way to kill himself, likely jumping off the cliff. it would not be due to one of his bouts of extreme depression, rather as a way to test his hypothesis that there is death, and then there is death-death. although he fears death-death, that would be his goal – not because he would genuinely want to live in a world of complete and utter nothingness, rather because it would prove to him that there was a reason no one spoke to him in his old house... sucks to be him.

in the loop, he would always be finding a new and increasingly creative way to die. once he got a bit more of a hold on it, he would use it to fool around with the guests. ‘oh, you think you can’t die doing ___? wanna bet?’

CONNECT.

fears: isolation

fluke has been trying to get in contact with this person for years now under the knowledge that they share paranormal experiences. he’s always desperately needed someone to believe him. unfortunately, considering they’re a celebrity, it’s been rather difficult and has involved quite a few detainments by their security team. when he sees them arrive, he rushes to them, literally forgetting about all of those other times. the security team knocks him out. one of the members is a bit too rough.

in the loop, he’s just sprinting. he’s just sprinting and sprinting and sprinting. he doesn’t always know where he’s going, but, the longer he moves, the more bruises and cuts begin to appear on his face. what a shame what a shame what a shame what a mighty bad shame.

BURN.

fears: isolation and life without jo

the manor reminds fluke a great deal of what he’ll always refer to as his childhood home, even if he spent more years in the house of his grandparents. although the interior is lighter and it has a less victorian flair, it’s still very reminiscent. one night, after it all sets in and after he realizes he can’t leave the manor to go do this to his own childhood home, he finds gasoline and pours it around the manor. he drops his lighter... but, miraculously, the manor doesn’t burn. a bit of a shame he got some of the gasoline on himself.

in the loop, he always returns to the spot he began and ended in: right in front of the entrance. when the sun sets, he’s just possessed to light himself on fire.

INFESTATION.

fears: rats

in a less depressing turn of events, this death would involve fluke hearing noises in the vent. thinking it’s possibly something paranormal, he’d open it to investigate. no, dumbass – it’s a bunch of rats. they give him a decent amount of bites and scratches, but what makes these rats so unique is that they managed to contract rabies and actually pass them on to a human. at least there was probably a news article written about it!

in the loop, he’s constantly hearing scuttling. he grows increasingly annoyed by it until he finally whacks the wall where the noise is coming from... get ready to meet the wrath of the rats!

RAISINS.

fears: RAISINS

( in collaboration with aren ) when he sees that only cinnamon raisin muffins are offered, he decides it’s time to die.

in the loop, no matter what he does, there is always a raisin something near him.

manor task two, part 1 “fashions fade, style is eternal.”

she’s never nothing but prepared. her routine in the morning is to get up, wash her face, brush her teeth, and jump in the shower. if she were to die now, she’d be wearing black skinny jeans, with an oversized cream sweater with the sleeves cuffed, a black belt with a golden buckle, and and dark ankle boots to match with a forest green, velvet scrunchie on her wrist. she’d more than likely have a pair of golden hoop earrings, a small gold necklace that was a birthday gift from her ex, and just a touch of the make up she puts on daily. her hair would be wavy and unstyled aside from the few bits she’s pinned back. on her, she’d have her phone, her keys and wallet attached to their lanyard, maybe headphones stuck in her pocket if she felt like tolerating them that day.

what she wish she had on her was a jacket and her purse. while she swore she would never be that bitch that carried a massive purse on her, she turned into one. in her bag she’d like to at least have a water bottle, granola bar, gum, a pocket edition of pride and prejudice, a small note pad, and a pen. she’d definitely wanted to have taken the time to maybe curl her hair and put on a less rushed version of her make up. 

tl;dr: you’ll never catch her slippin.

TASK ONE, option b.

MARTY from cabin in the woods.

manor task two, part one

the thing about nate, is that he doesn’t have much. travels extremely light. he’s never had an excess of anything and maybe has enough clothes to fill one large duffle bag. there were times where he was fortunate to have a bit more than that, but a lot of what he did have stayed at his ex-girlfriends house when he just up and left for the manor.

if he were to die today, nate would be freshly showered; he knows what being dirty feels like and despises it, he doesn’t take being clean for granted. he’d be wearing jeans, boots, a dark grey long sleeve/thermal and a black leather jacket. on him, he’d have a deck of cards, his phone, his wallet, the wallet he stole from his brother ten years ago, and another that he had taken from some man before arriving. he’d also have a watch on his wrist as well as one in the jacket pocket, paired with a silver ring he slipped off someone’s finger not too long ago. in a few random cervices throughout his jacket he has flash paper, spoon stems, and everything you’d need to pick a variety of locks. we’re going to ignore the small baggie of coke sitting in his inside jacket pocket though.

ideally, he’d have everything he has on him now, but would love to have found a way just to strap the guitar joakim gave him several years ago to his back. as long as he had everything he typically does, he wouldn’t feel like he’s really missing anything too badly, maybe a picture of him and his brother from when they were younger would be nice though.

                                      task #1  —  option  d.

what’s your full name?  nova  adrien  gallo.

and how old are you?  twenty-six.

what pronouns do you prefer?  he/him.

what was your favorite game growing up?  clue.

what was the first scary movie you ever saw?  pet  sematary,  1989.

what about your first nightmare?  clowns.  it  was  definitely  clowns,  with  razor  sharp  teeth.   he  still  doesn’t  fuck  with  clowns.

do you prefer coffee, or tea?  coffee.

if you could curse ANY animal off the planet, which would it be?   gorillas.  they  freak  him  out,  unsure  as  to  why.  

if i told you the manor was haunted, would you believe me?  oh  100%.   he  believes  in  ghosts,  aliens,  everything.  he’s  a  believer.  

will you follow the rules?  maybe.  until  they  inconvenience  him.

happy death day || task 002

gabriel would die in a pair of jeans, white henley and his favorite pair of boots. on his person would be his digital camera, cell phone, car keys and a leather bracelet from his mother. if he had to pick, he’d be wearing the same outfit and accessories but wearing the necklace that he hides in his dresser drawer which was a gift from his brother. his first sobriety chip.

gabriel would die by being chased in the dark in the woods. he wouldn’t know his way as his phone died and there was not one flashlight in sight. when he sees the shadow, his first instinct is to run but he’d be caught every time. sometimes being strangled to death, sometimes being stabbed but never seeing the light of day again. different scenarios every time. 

fears: darkness, choking, being stabbed.

sweet  girl  ..  you  have  so  much  hurt  inside  you   -----  and  yet  ?  you  push  it  down  as  to  not  hurt  others.  you  give  people  the  attention  you’re  very  much  lacking.  sweet, scared  girl  ...  you  must  start  to  care  for  yourself.  promise  me  you’ll  start  looking  after  yourself. . .

         . . .   if  you  come  out  of  this  manor  alive,  that  is.

PART  A  :  biography.

her  full  bio  is  on  THIS  page.

PART  B  :  character vibes.

dana polk, cabin in the woods

zoe vaughn, scream

bashful, snow white

fear, inside out

PART  D  :  questionnaire.

What’s your full name?

" my name is kind of silly long so i shorten it down to natalia ella perez. ” the  brunette  smiles.  she  fiddles  with  the  paper  in  her  hand  ;  unsure  if  the  answer  she  gave  was  good  enough  --  the  question  was  her  full  name ...  but  then  again,  that  was  part  of  her  full  name.  so  technically,  the  question  was  answered.

And how old are you?

" currently, i’m 25 years old. ”  lips  press  together  to  create  an  awkward  smile. she  didn’t  realize  just  how  weird  she  felt  answering  questions  about  herself.  natalia  wasn’t  sure  if  just  saying  her  age  was  enough  or  if  she  needed  to  add  more  ---  did  they  need  to  know  her  birthday ?  time  of  birth  ?!

What pronouns do you prefer?

eyebrows  furrow  slightly  at  the  question ;  it  was  something  she  never  really  thought  about  ..... ever. “ i go by she/her, ”  she  says  quietly.

What was your favorite game growing up?

" i wasn’t allowed to play games growing up. ”  nose  scrunches;  natalia  had  to  sit  through  her  friends  raving  about  video  games  ,  meanwhile  all  she  was  allowed  to do  was  watch  television,  read  or  journal.  her  parents  thought  video  games  rotted  the  mind. “ well-- i did play board games and stuff but none were really my favourite. ”

What was the first scary movie you ever saw?

" i wasn’t allowed . .  to watch scary movies after what happened but i was able to see coraline so i’d probably say that. ”  ---  she  wouldn’t  admit  it  but  the  movie  actually  really  creeped  her  out.  she’d  spend  like,  an  hour  before  bed  checking  her  room  for  any  little  mice  with  sown  eyes.  eventually,  it  actually  became  her  favourite  movie.

What about your first nightmare?

" i’d rather not talk about it .... if that’s okay. ”  her  anxiety  levels  begin  to  rise  but  she’s  quick  to  do  breathing  exercises  to  calm herself  down.  natalia  was  okay  talking  about her  nightmares  now;  especially  with  how  many  she’d  experienced  up  until  this  point but  she  had  come  to  the  manor  not  to  think  about  them.  she  bit  the  inside  of  her  lip  gently , trying  not  to  feel  too  bad  about  not  answering  the  question.

Do you prefer coffee, or tea?

" team tea, team tea, team tea! ”  natalia  happily  chants.  every  time  she  gave  coffee  a  chance  ---  any  type  of  coffee  ---  it  gave  her  chest  pains  &  anxiety  so  she  just  swore  to  herself  she’d  never  touch  coffee  again  ... 

If you could curse any animal off the planet, which would it be?

natalia  WANTED  to  say  dogs  due  to  her  fear  of  them  but  she  knew  she  would  probably  get  some  weird  looks.  and  so,  instead  she  replied  with:  “ i wish, uhh ... pigs or cows would go away ---  not because i hate them or anything --- but because i love them and i think those are the two most hurt-by-humans animals. ”

If I told you the manor was haunted, would you believe me?

nose  scrunches  &  her  head  slowly  moves  from  side  to  side  as  she  thinks.  would  she  believe  them ?  probably  not.  but  she  isn’t  totally  skeptical. “ i don’t know .. i mean, i wouldn’t say i don’t believe in ghosts but --- ”  shoulders  raise  &  fall. “ i guess i would believe you if i saw a ghost or something move on its own. ”

Will you follow the rules?

a  confused  look  washes  over  her  face.  “ wait .. there were rules i had to look over? ”

INTRODUCING… Michelle Duval, the life-saver.

Born and raised in Beaver Creek, Colorado, Michelle Duval has now spent twenty six long, beautiful years in the village. Spending the majority of her days working as a nurse at the local hospital, she loves where she works and never wishes to leave.

NAME: Michelle Duval. AGE: 26. CAREER: Nurse at Beaver Creek Medical Center. RESIDENCE: 1230 North James Rd. / two - story, six bed, three bath, outdoor pool + garden. SPOUSE: N/A CHILDREN: N/A PETS: Pitbull (Olive) and Maine coon (Jasper). FACTS:

She loves her job. Helping other people is her dream job, and saving lives is the highlight of her entire day. It definitely makes things worth it.

She rescued Olive from a puppy mill and Jasper from a kill shelter.

Michelle’s aunt lives nearby and comes to visit often to see her, Jasper, and Olive.

She’s best friends with the chief of the hospital, and some nurses believe that that is how she landed the job.

(TW: Marijuana/drug use) She does use drugs sometimes to take her mind off the stresses of working such a demanding job.

As far as hobbies go, she’s a writer in her spare time. She’s currently working on a book called ‘Way Down’.

TASK ONE, option d. - JUSTICE REGAN.

What’s your full name? “Justice Blair Regan,” They nodded their head with a kind smile, “nice to meet ya.”

And how old are you? “Twenty-one. I’m legal babyyy.” Justice laughed while pointing their thumbs at themselves jokingly. 

What pronouns do you prefer? “I prefer they and them, please.” 

What was your favorite game growing up?  “Well.. video game? Or game as in.. I don’t know, hide and seek?” They asked, “For a video game, definitely pokemon and super smash bros. Also club penguin. As a second answer, I guess I’d stick with my original – Hide and seek.”

What was the first scary movie you ever saw? “My mom didn’t exactly let me watch scary movies,” they shrugged, “I wanna say Scream? I don’t even remember, honestly.” 

What about your first nightmare? ”My First? Seriously?” They asked, “Uh.. I’ve had some where I’ve been arrested, or I almost died.. But that’s all I can remember at the moment.”

Do you prefer coffee, or tea? “Coffee, for sure. I like tea too; it’s extremely relaxing, but at the end of the day coffee tastes better and it actually wakes me up.” 

If you could curse any animal off the planet, which would it be? “Aw.. but – animals.” They frowned, their bottom lip protruding in a pout, “I guess spiders? I don’t know – I don’t want to curse anything. Let alone an innocent animal.”

If I told you the manor was haunted, would you believe me? “Oh, yeah..” They scoffed, “I definitely believe in ghosts, and the amount of times my door has randomly opened without anyone touching it isn’t any human’s doing. So yes, I believe you.” 

Will you follow the rules? “Rules?” Their eyebrow raised in question, “Uh, yeah. Sure I’ll follow them.” They replied with hesitation in their voice.

‹ TARON EGERTON, HE/HIM, CISMALE, BISEXUAL.  ›  ELLIOT GALLAGHER is the TWENTY SIX year old from SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA. when a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said,  ❝ MIGHT AS FUCKIN’ WELL, RIGHT? GONNA HATE MY LIFE EITHER WAY, MIGHT AS WELL DO IT WITH SOME SCENERY. ❞ they claim FUNNY GAMES is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would TAUNT THE KILLER AND GET WHACKED FOR IT. their fears include DRIVING A CAR, WRITHING SNAKES and PUPPETS, and they don’t know we know, but… HE’S PAID OFF MULTIPLE WOMEN WHO HAVE HAD HIS CHILDREN. hope they enjoy their stay.  ‹  MUSE A from HOLLYWOOD’S BLEEDING penned by, Z, 25+, CST.  ›

- - - - - - - BASICS.

Name: Elliot Rian Gallagher. Pronouns: He, him. Nicknames: n/a Age: Twenty-six. Birthdate: April 18th. Zodiac: Aries sun, taurus moon, gemini rising. Ethnicity: white, his father's grandparents were second generation irish and his mother always stated that her parents came from Sandusky, and didn't know more than that. Nationality: American. Birthplace: Santa Monica, CA Gender: Cis Male. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

- - - - - - - BACKGROUND.

Parents: Craig Robert Gallagher; 58 years old, alive. Teresa Dawn Shwitzer-Gallagher ; 52 years old, alive Siblings: 2 older siblings, a boy and a girl, and two younger sisters. Spouse: n/a. Children: 3 by different mothers, whom he sends monthly allowances to. He makes it his business not to know any more. Current Job: out of work musician. Dream Career: to be back on top of his game, winning grammies like he used to. Schooling: Attended Crossroads in Santa Monica on and off, eventually graduated with lots of monetary assistance. Income: Receives pay from royalties from the band he was in as a teenager that kicked him out.

- - - - - - - PHYSICAL.

Height: 5'8". Weight: 160 lb. Eye Color: Blue. Hair Color: Dark brown. Hair Length: Fairly short. Hair Type: On the thinner side, with some wave. Body Type: Fairly skinny, with small hips and waist. A little thicker around the midsection with his short stint of sobriety. Clothing Size: Medium to large. Shoe Size: Size 11 Complexion: Very pale, freckles fairly easy, burns very easy. Scars: scars and calluses on his hands, a puckered scar on his temple half hidden by his hair, and a scar on his right hip from a bad car accident, his knees are assessed as much older than himself because of how poorly he treats them combined with genetics, and a long scar on the left side of his back.

- - - - - - - PERSONALITY.

Positive Traits: adventurous, charming, direct, passionate, sociable, competitive, creative, lively, versatile. Negative Traits: volatile, extravagant, defensive, envious, juvenile, wasteful, unreliable, vulgar, pessimistic. Mental Condition: Currently drinking again and using cocaine along with a few prescription pills after attempting out-patient rehab and tapering down his drinking, which he's been addicted to since age fourteen. No officially assessed disorders or conditions besides his alcoholism. Struggles with intimacy while sober. Emotional Condition: Fragile, filled with guilt and self loathing after relapse. Sees trust as more important than love and is very guarded with what he considers his innermost self. Likes: All black outfits, sunglasses, a tall glass of boulevard when he's drinking to taste it, people that make him laugh out loud, old school SNL, the fine tuning of behind the camera work, treating the people he cares about to nice things, arguing about oscars prospects for any given film, penny slot machines, jokes that make people groan loudly. Dislikes: lazy jokes about addiction, late night talk shows, people who look at him and see his misdeeds and not who he is as a person, "lizard people" conspiracy theories, elevator music, plastic covers on mattresses, the concept of an all seeing, all knowing god, TMZ, the smell of industrial cleaner. Strengths: intelligent, ambitious, sincere, passionate, generous, philosophical. Weaknesses: reckless, impatient, cowardly, detached, foolhardy, irresponsible. Fears/phobias: sobriety, letting someone see every single part of him, allowing himself to be vulnerable when sober, having hallucinations, driving a car. Hobbies: little to none as his primary hobby has always been drinking, mostly reading and watching movies. Quirks: fiddling with his glasses, biting the inside of his cheek, humming any song that comes through his mind out loud when he's distracted or concentrating hard on something.

- - - - - - - HISTORY.

!!! possible triggers in the following biography: drug use, alcohol abuse and alcoholism, driving while intoxicated, car accidents, parental neglect of children !!! You are two and a half when you land your first commercial. Your younger sisters managed their first roles before you, but it was a little easier for them as they were infant twins; far more in demand than just a tiny toddler boy. This is how your family eats and keeps themselves in an apartment in Santa Monica that's meant to house three when your family eventually grows to hold seven in total. A lot of mouths to feed. Thankfully you don't remember a lot of this, as the small time work you and your siblings do is enough to keep your family afloat. You make your way into middle school; pissed and stand offish and looking like a cherub; which insures that no one takes you seriously. The friends you make, you hold tightly to, and you kick around in your best friend Boston’s basement, just fooling around on his parents drum kit, their guitars that aren’t actually supposed to be touched. It’s all just for fun, the band and the EP you slap together; just trying to impress each other, until one of Bos’ parents finds someone who wants to sign the band. Everyone tells you over and over again, that this is the deal of a life time. That this will make sure you work in Hollywood for the rest of your life. This is both true, and untrue. The EP is an unmitigated success, and every review has something to say about you, the kid on bass with backup vocals who’s face looks barely legal but plays like he’s planning a murder. Almost everyone remarks on how much older than your few years you seem. Which at first makes you feel special, important. Makes you seek out big words to use when you're sitting on the couch as a guest. The audience really loves that. Of course, this also spawns those times when you end up at wrap parties and after parties, your mother schmoozing whatever producers and execs she can find, your father nowhere to be found, and a sea of adults getting high and wasted around you. None of the vices of Hollywood have ever been all that strange to you, though. Your parents have always had a very blase approach to the innocence of childhood, and didn't much care to shield you from anything. It’s still all fun and games, really. The five of you have too much fun, and everyone wants to treat you to everything, so. Somehow the option you end up choosing most often is the bottle in your hand. The bottles that are so readily available, everywhere, that get pressed into your hands and put into the end of the night goodie bags your mother always takes three of. You think that waking up in an unfamiliar bed every single night of a week is something the rest of your bandmates are doing. It’s all a laugh, we all drink and we all smoke and it’s kid shit, right Boston? You learn that it very much is just a ‘you’ thing when you come to rehearsal (late, as usual) one Thursday afternoon and they’re all somberly waiting for you, hands in their lap and silent. You are being released from your contract with Cthulhu Rising...but the band has elected to move on and create their debut album. Unfortunately at this point you are eighteen and very, very deeply entrenched in alcoholism. The press has been playing you as a party boy who enjoys simple teenage excess for a very long time, but it's starting to wear thin. TMZ is growing a lot less glowing in their articles. You try not to pay attention even as you get yourself thrown out of clubs and tossed into drunk tanks and bailed back out again by whichever assistant your mother has hired this week. As long as you can find a way to make music, you can keep breathing. But with your growing notoriety, offers start to dry up. Those late night shows that loved your precociousness take pot shots at you in their opening monologues. Kimmel's pre-taped Lonely Island style sketch about 'you' endorsing a brand of gin in the style of I Love Lucy gets over a million views on youtube. All of Hollywood, and by extension all the world is laughing at you. It get a little less funny when you ram your matte black Lamborghini Aventador into the median taking the exit for Interstate 10, pinball off of it and into the car in the lane next to you, back into the median hard enough to flip your car into a roll, tumbling side over side across the lanes into the ditch. Your blood test results at the hospital show your blood alcohol content was nearly triple the legal limit. The accident doesn't kill you, though it's a close thing. You're convinced the recovery is worse. The total at the end adds up to a fractured pelvis, six broken ribs, safety glass embedded in your left temple, lacerations all over your arms and face, bleeding in your lungs and swelling in the brain that leaves you in a coma for the better part of two weeks. The most pathetic part of it all? All of that, the things you don't remember from that day coupled with the bursts and flashes of what you do remember, the year and a half you spend in recovery still isn't enough to make you put the bottle down forever. And doesn't that just make you fucking hate yourself?

TASK 001: OPTION D – character parallels

luke crain ( the haunting of hill house )

“ they don’t ever believe me. ” / “ what if I’m so sad, and scared of the dark out there, that i put poison in me ? ”

chidi anagonye ( the good place )

“ i'm sorry, everyone, i just have some worries as well as some concerns that could potentially turn into outright fears. ah, there they go, they're fears now. ”

lacie pound ( black mirror )

“ i won’t let you down ! ” / “ i don’t like... your... head. your entire head is just ridiculous to me. ”

charlie brown ( the peanuts )

“ sometimes i lie awake at night and i ask, ‘is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?’ then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, ‘we hate to tell you this, but life is a thousand word essay.’ ”

eeyore ( winnie the pooh )

“ could be worse. not sure how, but it could be. ”

sisyphus ( greek mythology )

“ one must imagine sisyphus happy. ”

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luke crain – i mean... heroin addict, sad boi energy, believes in and has experienced the paranormal...

chidi anagonye – lots of questions, very few answers, love when other people make decisions for them, obsessed with one (1) thing.

lacie pound – first of all: my favorite episode of black mirror UGH. second of all: really cares about how they’re perceived (i mean... lacie ends up in jail for her reception being so poor at the end (and i dont care what anyone says it’s also my favorite ending yes i loved san junipero but it was so liberating) and fluke wouldn’t but... still...), will do things just to make other people like them, so many things to say that they just cannot™, forgot how to insult people.

charlie brown – you know, i wouldn’t say he’s as self-pitying as charlie brown, but the quotes that come up when you search ‘charlie brown quotes’ are somehow more fitting than ‘linus quotes’ – was not expecting that. time to write a paper on charlie brown in conjunction with absurdism. 

eeyore – last night i woke up and was like ‘FUCK I FORGOT EEYORE’ because i literally call him ‘eeyore’ all the time. is just an eeyore.

sisyphus – the poster boy for absurdism. anyway. it’s not like fluke was like ‘hey, wife, i’m gonna die and my dying wish is that u put me in the town square’ then was allowed to come back to earth to chastise his wife for not burying him and putting him at rest then proceeding to live out the rest of his days in extreme comfort. no, we’re just talking about the boulder. idk man, it’s just that... constant terrible feeling followed by an hour’s worth of conscious hope. wash, rinse, repeat.

Manor Mini Task Thing’s Blair Knows

Imogen

her sister’s name is rowan

she is a twin

she’s 20

her birthday is 8/11/73

is a leo

confused the chinese zodiacs

was studying to be a nurse

was at the manor for a summer job

essentially confirmed roy’s death; “i apologize for your loss”

seemed visibly upset when her loop was brought up

does not talk about her loop according to wes

i think i know all of her loop

could see everything, but stays by the board

is occupied from eleven until sunrise

moves planchette slowly so others can see what she’s saying

would trust theo with the board before wes

can make her touch warm 

say’s i’m her favorite person to come to the manor

mutual besties

was just her and ida at one point

said wes told her there was fairy lights in the basement 

Wesley Lloyd 

really wants a lighter (have heard from multiple sources, bic supposedly)

has seen me???

was mean and rated me a 6.5

thinks it’s nice i’m imo’s friend

misses emojis

calls the ouija board texting

full name: wesley montegomery lloyd

died june 17th, 2018

states his pass times are falling off a cliff then climbing back up, ‘annoying the shadowman’, and long walks on short piers

is a musician 

enjoys making theo clean?

fights with him all the time

falling off the cliff is his loop

he and imo can’t always wake people from their loops

would have been a protester outside the manor saying ‘do not come in’

now knows imo’s loop because i have a big mouth

Theo Harper

GRUMPY at first

cleans up around the manor

being both alive and dead have sucked 

goal: make him happy

is twenty four

salty about wes ‘flirting’?

died in 2018

wants to be a vampire

T W I H A R D 

doesn’t want to talk about himself

full name: theodore james harper

enjoys night time

is definitely NOT jealous (bullshit)

imo said something about ‘loving some one like that’ about theo and wes

dissed my rave idea

Ida

shouldn’t say her name very loud if at all

has a son, also don’t say his name (idk it)

hasn’t left her room much since renovations

used to talk to imo a lot but not anymore

Rowan

Is Imo’s twin

visits then leaves?

a ‘he’ came back for her??

This Fucking Manor

haunted by nice ghosts and a shadow man

we hate the shadow man

has a creepy basement

we can’t leave but people can come

literally ZERO staff

imo said to keep the lights on

joakim said the basement is a village

2 guests have been buried 

one ex boyfriend is still missing

ouija board somehow made its way to the living room while i was there and cannot be moved

toni is bullshit

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I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger.

Wearing: 

a simple, short sleeved, white shirt with a black design of constellations on it, no shoes and high waisted, cut off jeans with her hair pulled up in a messy bun and washed only a couple hours ago.

If she could choose: 

black leggings and a white sweatshirt, hair pulled in a messy bun, washed a couple hours ago and a pair of mismatched socks (one white and the other cream)

Loop:

 being chased by someone or something, looking for somewhere to hide and rest, thinking about her mother, suddenly something wraps around her neck and snaps it as she is yanked back, leaving her to hang in place as she is hoisted up, happens a few hours after a fight with her siblings.

On her person: 

iPhone 7, car keys, Carmex and a crumpled picture of her and her siblings when they were younger in her pocket.

TASK ONE, option d.

What’s your full name?

“Nathan Sawyer Collins, but if you see me performing it’s Sawyer Callahan.”

And how old are you?

“Two..six. Creepin’ up there.”

What pronouns do you prefer?

“Just he and him is cool, unless you’re my parents then it’s ‘disappointment’.”

What was your favorite game growing up?

“Can I say kickball? It was kickball.”

What was the first scary movie you ever saw?

“Child’s play. I don’t think my parents knew what it was about when they let me watch it.”

What about your first nightmare?

“I vaguely remember it? I think it was something like me falling off my bed and landing in this like quicksand thing, not ideal but, you know.”

Do you prefer coffee, or tea?

“Neither, but if I had to choose, coffee.”

If you could curse any animal off the planet, which would it be?

“Rats, nasty shits.”

If I told you the manor was haunted, would you believe me?

“Nah, I don’t think so. Not my thing.”

Will you follow the rules?

“I guess.”

manor task two, and how it happened.

( fears ) 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ( secret ) 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

the manor will be silent the day remy dies, not a single sound would echo, not even his bare feet walking across the hard wood. he’ll call out, but no sound will come from his lips. it’s then, his father comes into view. in his hand a small baggy of white powder. his voice breaking the silence, asking him the same question he asked when everything in his life splintered. where it came from, and who it belonged to. remy will know, and this time, try to claim it. thinking some how it’ll change what he did so long ago, but still, nothing would be heard. rather, his brother comes into view with their mother and they walk him out of the house.

the same scene he watched unfold but this time, he’s unable to stop it. no matter how loud he tries to scream, or fast he runs he can’t seem to get them to turn around. but as he steps out of what he thinks is his childhood home’s front door, he’ll fall into the small pond in the back yard of the manor. his body being sucked to the bottom of the murky water. the feeling of fins and gills brushing against his skin. but no matter how hard he fights to get back to the surface, he can’t. desperate, he’ll begin to kick but that only triggers something to sink it’s teeth into his leg and drag him down deeper into the darkness.

until finally, he wakes up in bed.

the manor will be silent the day remy dies, not a single sound would echo, not even his bare feet walking across the hard wood. he’ll call out, but no sound will come from his lips...

there’s a strong chance he would never break out of this loop, and it wouldn’t need to change because this is by far the scariest thing that could ever happen to him.