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[ORIANA VIOLA BASILE]

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Was that the wrong pill to take?

Oriana had lived in Castles all of her life, and she knew the ins and outs of the town like the back of her hand. When she was eleven, Ori had discovered an old abandoned house. Locals claimed it was haunted, and in a sense, it was: it was the best hiding place in all of Castles. Oriana had come there to think and to practice her power when she was younger, and nowadays, she came here to think and to paint. She was dressed comfortably, inconspicuously, and she had with her a bag full of painting supplies.

She made her way up to the upstairs of the place, avoiding the slightly rotting parts of the stairs, and then settled herself in one of the empty bedrooms. There were remnants of others who had chosen to hide in this old house as well, including some that were Oriana's own trash. She ignored it all, taking out a watercolor notebook and settling herself on the wooden floor.

Painting was one of two times when Oriana relaxed and let her hair down (the other was, of course, cooking up a hearty meal). She let herself just paint what she wanted. There were lots of faces, and lots of eyes in her paintings; Oriana didn't know what that said about her subconscious, but she chose not to dwell on it. She just painted whatever came to mind, be it faces, eyes, trees, or little monsters. It wasn't until she heard creaking that was definitely caused by someone (or something). Frustrated, Oriana began to pack up, stuffing her halfway done watercolor into her bag. Of course she couldn't get a couple of hours alone.

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[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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it's like i'm a part of somethin' real (i broke the seal)

Massy was not all that familiar with Castles, but today she that was good thing. She was really looking for a place to read; somewhere remote, secluded, and maybe a little weird. She was so very tired of school. The setting, even though the whole of Grace Island was gorgeous, had become so redundant. Maybe it was because she had become so focused on empathy lately that she hadn't had a chance to think of anything else, and since she associated her ability with negative feelings and now Grace Island with her ability, it had become a bit of the opposite of a safe haven.

That, or she was drowned in homework and anything that had to do with school made her positively sick. Whichever it was, she couldn't stand another second in that place. She packed her favorite bag with a few books, a notebook, a pencil, and some other odds and ends and dressed in a cozy outfit. Then she was off to find her hide away.

Massy walked around aimlessly for a very long time before she discovered a seemingly abandoned old house and, despite its eerie appearance, decided that it was the best spot for her to relax. She walked in without thinking too much about the 'ghosts' that might be there, and instantly fell in love.

Yes, she would come here often, she decided.

She had only just begun exploring a bit when she walked into a room to find that someone had gotten there before she had. So much for her own private safe haven. Oh! I didn't realize anyone else was here . . . Hey! You go to my school." Massy smiled pleasantly, though this was just about the opposite of what she wanted. She had planned to get away from school, but apparently it was following her around, keen on not allowing her to forget that it existed.

Anyway, the girl looked familiar enough that Massy recognized seeing her around campus, but not so familiar that she could recall a name. "I'm Massy," she offered. Then she noticed that the girl had packed up her things. "Oh, are you leaving? I hope not on account of me," she said nervously. It was the other girl who had gotten there first. Massy could find somewhere else to read, even if this house was very archaically beautiful.

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