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[right][code]Mourningdove Lane[/code][/right]
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This house sucked. The lights were a pain in the ass and Mason was half tempted to just delete them from the world.

There were two people out of this gaggle of fuckers that Mason recognized. One was Bea, some older girl he worked in the same place at a while back. She was snippy, short tempered and devoid of patience for jackasses insistent on sucking up what little patience a person had. Overall, a pretty okay person if Mason was ever in the mood to start being extroverted…. [i]If.[/i]

[color=85B7EB]”Hey.”[/color] It was socially acceptable to at least act like a person was there, right? He didn’t feel like bothering anyone, but at least they knew each other existed.

The other person was Pom, god’s highest elf. Mason bought the occasional pack of weed rolls off her, on the rare occasion when he had a few spare dollars. That was probably one or two times at most. [color=85B7EB]”You too?”[/color]

There were a lot of people in here. How many people in this good-for-nothing, worthless little town had woken up one morning able to do this shit?

Mason made a mental note. Azure was the pompous looking one, Matt was the one growling like a fucking animal at the shadow on the wall- The one Mason turned to and didn’t stop looking at. Lena, Jackson… Some weird ass ghost thing. Honestly, Mason wasn’t nearly as scared of that as he should’ve been. He’d seen enough weird shit already.

[color=85B7EB]”Mason. What the hell is that thing?”[/color] He pulled his phone out, and turned the flashlight on to point at whatever the fuck was watching them.