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This is my second RP on this website, and my _first_ RP that isnt a 1x1, so this is generally new territory for me! I'm looking to write a nice, psychological horror with some great writers. **THE STORY:** The basic plot follows four college students on their trip back to their respective home towns for a much deserved break from their courses. They've all piled into the same car, and their plan _was_ to be dropped off one by one at their destinations. On their drive, however, they notice something is...wrong. The usual bustling highway has tampered off into a strange back road surrounded by trees and fields, they're not passing anyone else, and they keep going by the same road signs over and over again. There is no signal to their phones, they cant access any form of wifi, and turning on the radio results in nothing but white noise. As the gas runs low, so does their hope of escaping. Just as well, there is something is watching them from the tall grass and crooked trees. And it's waiting for the right moment... **AND NOW...** So, thats the basic plot. It has its roots deeply planted in the horror genre, with its supernatural elements and paranoia inducing plot ideas for our characters. I'm looking for people who like and appreciate the idea of that style of psychological horror and are willing to work to make it great. In terms of writing, I just want it to be coherent and _at least_ a paragraph per post, though the more the better. I understand that sometimes all you can muster is a paragraph, I've been there. Long posts are great, short posts are fine too. You can respond here, or you can PM me, whichever you would like is fine!

The door clicked shut behind Sophia as she left, and Tim sighed heavily as she did, his whole body relaxing completely. He turned away from the door and walked through his living room, mumbling to himself along the way. His disposition was one that was dreary and foggy headed at the moment. Despite the mostly fun day he had with Sophia, there was still something nagging in the back of his mind, and it was beginning to surface again. _How am I supposed to react to my sons dead body? Huh?!_ "Fuck..." Tim said under his breath, shaking his head as he made his way to his laptop, flipping it open and logging in. "Go away..." _How could you do this to your own mother?! On the **holidays** no less!_ "Go the fuck away, mother." And with that, Tim began to tick away quickly on his keyboard, back in his work zone. He didn't do anything else. HE didnt react to anything, didnt move. He focused on the code and only the code, drowning out any thoughts, negative or otherwise. Tim worked for five hours until he passed out on the couch again, completely drained and with no energy left. He fell asleep with no thoughs on his mind, and he slept a dreamless sleep.

Tim breathed in sharply. He was unsure. He liked hanging out with Sophia-- he liked it a lot, if he was being honest. But he really didn't think he could handle so much all at once. He didn't want to ruin their friendship right after it started just because he couldn't handle it at all. That, and for...well, one other reason. He didn't want to tell her about that. He shifted his weight a bit, breathed out, and answered. "Um... I dont know, uh, about that. I think...like, I like being alone, too. I dont...like... hate it at all, or anything. But... I dont know, really like you, hanging out with you and stuff. And also...uh, theres... I'm just not 100%...comfortable...yet. But I-I would love to do..stuff. With you. Lots of stuff! Just...not on that day, if thats okay. I'm sorry, I'm not... I still need time. But I really, really want to hang out soon, again, if you're okay with that." He had pushed his hands into his pockets, and he was constantly looking down at his feet, and back up to her. He didnt know what he was doing.

Tim thought for a moment, biting his lip a bit. He shrugged a bit before answering. "Ahh, I really think I should be...um, getting back to work. And probably back to...trying not to freak out about the park stuff from earlier. Heh. Um, but, other than all the crazy stuff, I had a pretty good time...y'know, hanging out and...talking to...um, you. About things. It was fun, we should totally--maybe--do this thing again sometime. If you want."

Tim crouched down in front of his shelf of movies and pulled out a clear plastic DVD case, with a picture of two people, a boy and a girl, sitting on a bus underneath pink text. He held the case up, sort of shaking it a bit. "Oh, um, I chose _Must Come Down._ It's super independent and really underrated." Tim was a pretty avid movie goer, and he was a large fan of indy films. He felt that they were far more personal than films with bigger budgets. He had a large collection of these movies he collected over the years, and this one was one of his favorites. He knew his taste might be a bit... off to most people, but he liked it, and honestly, it was all he really wanted to watch right now. Everything else he had was either too depressing or way too happy to watch. He walked over to Sophia, taking one of the pastries off of her , handing her the movie case as he did. He looked at her expectantly. "Are you cool with that?"

Tim nodded in agreement, taking note that she was the one who seemed flustered this time instead of him. As a matter of fact, he felt...calm, for once in his life. Even after the shit that went down no more than an hour ago, he was still in complete control of himself. That was a new feeling for him. It was great. "Yeah, or we could watch a movie. I have a collection that I'm pretty proud of, so thats an option too." He pulled at the sleeve of his sweater, a little surprised that he was able to carry out this conversation so easily.

"Absolutely. If i'm being honest, all the exposure today was...a bit overwhelming. And I felt like that before we even got caught up in whatever the fuck happened to us. It's been a long time since... since I've actually... like, talked to anyone for more than, like, a minute. And now I've been out in parks and I'm holding great conversations with someone that is great. And you're also wearing my favorite hoodie and you're in my house wearing it and we are talking in my house. This is a huge leap for me." He let his words spill out awkwardly as he thought of them, because he felt like he needed to say all of it. And because it was Sophia, he felt like he could say it all without really worrying too much about what he said. It was almost like he had a friend now! "And, y'know, I cant handle all that. I cant take all of that craziness at once. _Especially_ after the literal mind fuck that happened at the park. So yeah, I would love to do something inside with you next time, like, in my apartment. I would prefer that, thanks."

"Oh, god, I dunno. Maybe it's just some sort of...supernatural phenomenon? Like, a strange, one time thing that happens to people and never happens again? Like with... with alien abductions or something, y'know?" Tim had grabbed a sweater off the back of the couch and pulled it on as he spoke. It was a light gray, though if one were to look closely they could see very faint patches of pink and green, which made a very faded floral pattern. And the pattern was lightly overlain with another faint gray. It was Tim's favorite sweater. He looked back over at Sophia after he had it on. "And...um... I'm sure that once we get over the initial shock of this, we're going to look back and think 'Oh, fuck, why was I freaking out? That was amazing and it happened to me!' or something like that." He said. He honestly believed it, but he thought maybe it would make her feel a bit better, too.

Tim bit his lip and shook his head. He was still having a bit of trouble processing everything that happened to them on the nature trail. He looked to Sophia to tell her something, but instead, he noticed her shaking. He remembered that their jackets were still back at the cave that they never went back to. He stood up, walking into the kitchen. He felt a bit calmer now, so he was able to speak with a bit less of a harsh edge to his voice. "Oh, right, our coats are gone." he said, picking up a pullover hoodie that was draped over one of the chairs around the kitchen table. It was a pale, washed out red, and there was a picture of a large blue whale on the front, _The Decemberists_ scrawled above it in a handwritten font. He walked back into the living room and held it out to Sophia, who was still sitting on the floor in front of the couch. "So, here, you can wear this for now."

Tim was gripping hard at a throw pillow on the couch, trying to make himself calm down. He wasn't answering Sophia just yet. Instead, he tried focusing on different things in his apartment. He needed to get a handle on himself. He stood up, still hugging the pillow against his chest as he walked circles around the decently sized apartment. Once he got to the kitchen, he reached up into one of the cupboards above the sink, pulling out an orange bottle of pills. He took two of them, put the bottle back, and leaned against the counter. He breathed in, then out through his mouth, his breath uneasy and shaky. "Give me a moment..." he said, running a hand through his hair again, gripping a bit. "Hey, are you...like, are you okay?" Sophia asked, walking up next to him. "Just...in a minute, yes, I'll be okay." Slowly, everything started coming back into focus. Everything wasn't so out of place. He was beginning to relax as much as someone in his position could. His breathing slowed, his heart started breathing normally.