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SIGNING UP.
aloha ! my name is mali’a . you can call me mellie , though . i’m a cis female ( y’know trash/her/she/all that jazz ) livin’ in the eastern time zone . im a typical musical theatre kid , i draw , and i run a couple more rp blogs on here! all my rp blogs have been from walking dead , undertale , disney , etc. if u ever wanna check me out . . .  winkwink . let me know ! because i’d love to link you one of my indie blogs .
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my activity ! ok ok so like . i’m here a lot . like a lot a lot . it’s kind of unhealthy but THATS OKA Y . however ??? i live in a household where my mom sometimes goes batshit and i have to help her out . otherwise , i’m here a lot . enough to run a million faquin blogs jesus chr i s t
FRIEND REQUEST !
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ELIJAH SUTTON  - the occulist horror fan . hey there demons, it’s me  .   .   . ya boi .
it’s not weird . okay ? it’s not ! unusual , fine , how much he stalks appreciates the work of the team , but it’s not weird . with that established, elijah had grown to develop a sense of … unappreciation . a sense of that within his household, within his peers. something he’d never talk about, really . no. that’s not happening . but, that unappreciation ends up being the thing that allows him watch all those horror movies, imitate them and go running off into nightfall with hopes of finding ghostly abandoned buildings. stupid, really, and will probably be the death of him, but passions, right ?!
personality.
conditions: ptsd , social anxiety , adhd, insomnia / hypersomnia. emotional stability: 6/10. labels / tropes: the occulist horror fan, adorkable, broken tears , failure knight, sherlockscan , ascended fanboy, what a nerd, sidekick, unlucky everydude, your mom ! , geeky turn on, positive traits: caring , resourceful , enthusiastic. negative traits: awkward , insecure , impulsive zodiac sign: virgo. mbti: enfp enneagram: the enthusiast , the helper. temperament: sanguine. hogwarts: gryffindor. alignment: chaotic good. element: earth. PARA. only a single visit to this abandoned hospital and he found a pentagram . a pentagram . he ponders this with added elation to each step as he scrolls through photos taken  .  deserted bouncy balls , blood stains  ,  a morgue . —– okay , it was empty but , it was a morgue . successful   !     ❛   jackpot   !  ❜  elijah discovers it near impossible to conceal the developing smile on pale features , flushing and ecstatic .  oh   ,   the mysterybusters had to  —–   had to love this . the phone is now pressed into his back pocket as he looks onto the same tall fence he entered from . he jumps . fail . try again . he leaps and calloused palms support lithe weight as he draws himself around it’s top . there’s a noisy huff as the thick edge presses to his gut and y e e s h he should’ve trained for this . just as he begins to lower himself , however , there’s a shout interrupts him . 
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full halt . uh oh . panic wipes his features and he hangs (  pathetically )  from a graffitied fence  . tattered converse hadn’t quite met cement when he heard the alarming shout at his rear  .  a messy stumble and  ——  wow he was bad at this —–  he lands onto his backside  .  ow .  okay  —-  like ow ,  ow .  elijah now stands  ,  fabulously graceless  ,  onto wobbling legs and hands can’t quite find where to rest  .  folded neat at his front  ,  his pockets  ,  before they settle to rub at his neck .    ❛  woah  , hello !  hey there ,  uh  ——  officer  !  ❜   maybe the location of choice would be better hidden  ,  secluded and maybe he shouldn’t have visited said location of choice in broad daylight .     ❛   how’s it , you know , hanging ?! i – i gotta say : nice uniform , really nice   !   very  .   .   .   ❜       a pause . a long pause . there’s an awkward gesture of his hand over the policeman’s self .  ❛   ——— police-y  .   ❜      the officer standing to his front stands like a wall . elijah watches the rise of his brow . what do you think you’re doing ?        ❛   i  wasn’t doing anything  ,  actually  !  like  ,  wow  ——-  didn’t even think about doing anything  .  just admiring this  ,  uh  ,  barricade ,  you know ?  some pretty impressive stuff  ! ❜         his hand pats  ,  a hard smack to the steel  ,  tall blockade .  the sound comes louder than he intended  ,  wincing and curling away at the noise  . clearly his lie was a bust . the expression he offers as he glances to the other is even harder smacked than the steel with guilt . ❛   .   .   .  i can explain  ?  ❜
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