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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 9, 2009 20:17:42 GMT -5
A plain, quaint little dorm with one bed, one desk, one window, one TV, and one dresser. Liam may decorate it with any temporary decorations he chooses.
The bathroom adjoins to room 503.
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Liam Farrell
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University Freshman: Not a Sin-Eater, Because We Don't Have Those
Those who are dead, are not dead, they're just living in my head...
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Post by Liam Farrell on Sept 28, 2009 21:08:12 GMT -5
Liam shut the door behind him as he entered his room; he kicked off his shoes and flopped down onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He stretched his body out and spoke softly out loud.
"So how do you like it here so far, Eve?"
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Evelyn Farrell
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Liam, Liam, b?m I gc?nai I do theannta...
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Post by Evelyn Farrell on Sept 28, 2009 21:45:00 GMT -5
Evelyn stared up at the ceiling through Liam's eyes, a bit disappointed at the limited view he offered her, but unable to complain much. It wasn't like Liam could really do anything about her current state of being.
It's... unusual, she answered slowly. Are you sure you want to stay here? It seems dangerous. You heard about what that creepster professor did to those girls. And that boy Ian, who brought that other boy to life just by wishing it...
She fell silent, her thoughts trailing back to that strange day. Ian had called someone into existence out of nothing... That someone was currently roaming the school as a student. Who was he? Had he been alive before, and perhaps called specifically out of a memory? Or had he simply been written into existence like a character in a story?
This, she decided, was something she would have to look into... Tonight, when Liam was asleep, she would look for this strange boy and learn more about him. But first she needed his name.
Speaking of that boy, she spoke up again, did you ever catch his name? The one who appeared out of nowhere, I mean.
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Liam Farrell
Ireth
University Freshman: Not a Sin-Eater, Because We Don't Have Those
Those who are dead, are not dead, they're just living in my head...
Posts: 200
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Post by Liam Farrell on Sept 28, 2009 22:02:19 GMT -5
"I didn't hear his name," Liam answered. "He told me he didn't have one. I imagine Ian probably gave him one by now, but I don't know it. I'll have to ask him when I see him next."
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Evelyn Farrell
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Liam, Liam, b?m I gc?nai I do theannta...
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Post by Evelyn Farrell on Sept 28, 2009 22:14:41 GMT -5
You do that, Evelyn murmured.
She still hadn't told him about taking over his body during that nap he had taken in English Lit... and she didn't plan to. What harm could it do? From what she knew, the real threat to the school, that pervert history professor, was dead and gone, buried somewhere outside of the school grounds. So really, there was little cause for alarm if someone were to take a stroll around the school after sunset... say, down to the kitchens for a midnight snack...
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Liam Farrell
Ireth
University Freshman: Not a Sin-Eater, Because We Don't Have Those
Those who are dead, are not dead, they're just living in my head...
Posts: 200
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Post by Liam Farrell on Sept 28, 2009 23:05:59 GMT -5
Liam rolled over onto his stomach, glancing over to the small nighttable beside his bed. The first thing that caught his eye was a photo of himself and Evelyn, on her last day alive. Her last moment, to be exact. The picture showed the two of them at seventeen years old, dressed in nearly identical green shirts, laughing as they prepared to share a bite of birthday cake. They were so happy then... And two seconds later, his whole world had been ripped apart.
Liam shut his eyes, blocking out the memory of the gunshot blast, the dark red-brown stain that had blossomed across Eve's shirt as her expression turned from delight to shock and horror, the way she had clung to him as she sank to her knees on the grass, her eyes never leaving his. He buried his face in his pillow, muffling a quiet groan.
After a few moments he got up from the bed, his body tense, his mind restless. Pulling on his shoes again, he headed out of his room and down the hall, headed nowhere in particular. Maybe he'd try to find Seele; he hadn't seen her in a while.
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Liam Farrell
Ireth
University Freshman: Not a Sin-Eater, Because We Don't Have Those
Those who are dead, are not dead, they're just living in my head...
Posts: 200
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Post by Liam Farrell on Oct 7, 2009 16:47:18 GMT -5
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Liam sat back in his desk chair and stretched, wincing a little as his back cracked. He saved the homework he had been typing up, shut down his laptop and stood up, yawning. Time for bed.
He showered and changed quickly into his pyjamas, keeping his eyes shut as much as possible (there were certain disadvantages to a guy having a girl's soul inside his head), then brushed his hair and teeth, flipped off the light and crawled into bed.
"G'night, Eve," he yawned, speaking to the empty room around him as he closed his eyes. "I love you." He turned onto his side, pulling the blankets tighter around himself as he drifted off.
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Evelyn Farrell
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Liam, Liam, b?m I gc?nai I do theannta...
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Post by Evelyn Farrell on Oct 7, 2009 16:56:14 GMT -5
I love you, too, Evelyn answered her brother as his consciousness darkened.
She waited for a little while for his sleep to deepen before making her move, pressing out into his mind and commandeering it, like the captain of a stolen ship. No... borrowed, she corrected herself. 'Borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back.' She grinned at her own thoughts--Liam had always liked Pirates of the Caribbean.
She opened Liam's eyes and stood his body up, walking him around the room a little to get used to the motions again. Then, with increasing confidence, she slipped out of the door and to the darkened hallway, wondering what mysteries the night would hold for her to discover. And more importantly--where, she wondered, would she find Jonathan?
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Evelyn Farrell
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Liam, Liam, b?m I gc?nai I do theannta...
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Post by Evelyn Farrell on Oct 8, 2009 19:56:53 GMT -5
((Continued from "Night Wandering"))
Evelyn managed to get back to Liam's dorm unnoticed, and sighed in relief as she closed the door behind her. Crawling into bed, she settled Liam's body down in roughly the same position it had been in when she had taken over, and quietly withdrew, hovering in the darkness behind his mind, lost in her own curious thoughts about the strange boy with no soul.
She wondered if Liam really knew what she could do, or if he faked ignorance. No, he would have spoken to her about it if he knew. Maybe he dreamed it, and forgot about it before he woke up.
Still... maybe she should tell him what she had done, Evelyn told herself. It would be dishonest not to, like driving a car you didn't own. It didn't matter whether you got it back into the garage without a scratch on it, eventually someone was going to notice it missing and report it. And then the thief-- she-- would be in trouble.
Then again… what Liam didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, right? And it was better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. She would be fine, she reasoned, as long as she didn’t get caught.
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