Name: Cleo Age: 27 Appearance: Tall | One eye green, other eye purple | Black hair Personality: Calm, cool, collcted. Quiet. Doesn't like strangers. Special Item: Journal Extras: has been in the backrooms for a while Inventory: Journal
Hello? Is someone there?
I cautiously peek around the corner
Corporal Cleo Carson
Bucklin County Sheriff's Office
Cleo Carson and Bucklin County are purely fictional
Carys rubbed her knuckles. She wasn't sure if she should be happy about all these new people or concerned that falling into this place seemed so common.
"We're, uh, gathering quite a team here," she muttered awkwardly. "Any of you happen to know what we should do next?"
Cadence—who hadn’t spoken in a while—clutched her stuffed animal close and twiddled her fingers. “Well, maybe we should—“
The little girl was interrupted by a faint creak in the distance. It wan’t like the creak of a door, or the creak of a floorboard, but something else—something she had never heard before. And, with all her 2 minutes of experience in this place, she knew for sure that that noise was no good.
That’s the thing with life: no one makes it out alive.
—Beetlejuice,Beetlejuice the Musical
[Gengar! they/she] [Spooky month fan, internet cryptid, certified nerd]
In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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