Midnight Mystery [Aneira]

[jace]

"We kept to ourselves, pondering the mystery of each other."

“Was it my idea to do this tonight?” Elijah sighed, looking around the old house. Slowly, he paced around the red carpet. The carpet was old and ripped up expelling a white covering under the pattern. He paused, glaring over at Aneira, walking towards her.
“We are going to stay here the entire night! No matter how creepy things get. And like always, I brought alcohol in my bag!” Elijah smiled, before bending down to reach his black backpack on the floor. He never went anywhere without his backpack. In one way or another you could say he was attached to it, as if it were some sort of “man purse”.
“That’s only if you want to..” He gave a quick, playful smirk hoping she would accept.

He unzipped his backpack, revealing quite a few bottles of Alcohol. His cell phone laid somewhere in the bottom of his bag, under the mass of bottles. His hands gripped around a bottle, pulling out a medium size bottle of tequila. The next was a few cans of beer and some fruity wine, in case Aneira didn’t enjoy tequila. His hand ran along the inside of his bag feeling his phone, and a pack of cigarettes. He grabbed both, placing the box of cigarettes beside the beverage bottles.

Quickly he pushed himself up glancing around the house. So far, nothing out of the ordinary occurred; it just looked like an old house but it had a strong negative vibe to it. He placed his phone on an old wooden side table which was varnished with a cherry finish. His phone was placed on the table for various reasons. But the main reason was in case something weird did happen in the house.
“Do you think this place is actually haunted?” He asked.

Twirling his body around, he examined the house. The front entrance way had a large staircase in the middle of it, which lead up to the bedrooms. On the main floor, the house spread into a few different rooms. The living room, bathroom, dining room, and kitchen. Hanging on the wall beside him was a painting of a woman. It was a realistic painting, her hair and dress both fluttered from the breeze. Although she seemed to be in a positive environment, her face remained lifeless and lonely. ‘Creepy’ Elijah thought to himself, raising his right eyebrow.

The whole idea of spending the night in the haunted house was exciting. Who knows what kind of things they would end up seeing. Maybe they would even get to see a spirit walking around its home, in search for an escape. Elijah walked over to the alcohol bottles, snatching the tequila in his hands.
“So what do you say? Want a shot?” He spoke, flashing her a mischievous grin.

[aneira]

Aneira rolled her eyes at Elijah as he paced around the room, throwing herself onto a dusty sofa. A cloud of dust rose into the air and she sneezed, scowling at the sofa before stretching languidly. "You are such a baby," she grumbled under her breath when he asked if she thought the house was actually haunted. She wouldn't lie, she wouldn't be surprised if it was. The only thing would be whether it was haunted by a friendly ghost or one of the more... violent ones. Aneira had encountered both and had no doubt at all as to which she preferred.

Sighing, she lazily tugged her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. She watched as Elijah picked up a bottle of tequila. Yawning slightly in boredom, she shrugged in response to his question. Did she want a shot? Well, she wasn't really in the mood to get drunk but she wanted to have fun and a bit of drink would help her loosen up.

"Sure, why not?" she said in reply, slipping off the sofa - which was surprisingly comfortable - and walking over to Elijah. Smiling cheekily, she snaked her hand behind him and grabbed a separate bottle. This one was of vodka, which she preferred if she was honest. Tequila never really did it for her, but vodka always had her bouncing around in excitement. Eying the bottle briefly, she arched an eyebrow in thought. Was bouncing around really the best option in a supposedly haunted house? No, but since when did Aneira really care about the best options?

Feeling a smile quirk her lips, she opened her bottle and took a swig. her smiled widened at the burn in her throat. Aneira sauntered over to the sofa once more, a pleased expression painted across her face. She sat down again, this time being careful to settle gently so the cloud of dust wouldn't arise again. Crossing her legs smartly, she let her head thump back against the wall.

Her attention was caught when she saw the painting Elijah had been looking over earlier. Though she wasn't a big fan of portraits, preferring more colourful and abstract paintings, she could appreciate the skill. It looked rather realistic, almost like a photograph. A woman, looking sad and lonely, appeared to be caught in the wind. Aneira wondered if that was the woman who had lived here. She looked quite pretty, despite her desolate expression. I wonder what happened to her, she thought, before turning back to face Elijah again.

"So, Li-Li... can I call you Li-Li?" she asked, interrupting herself. A small, roguish grin spread across her face as she grinned.

[jace]

"We kept to ourselves, pondering the mystery of each other."

"Sure, why not?" She spoke, as she snatched one of the bottles in her hand. Elijah also grabbed a bottle of tequila and sat himself down on the couch beside her. The couch was quite comfortable for an old couch. His thin body just sunk into it, comforting every muscle. He twisted the cap off his bottle of tequila and flung it on to the floor in front of them. Hitting the ground it slightly rolled, before falling flat at the end of its trails. The bottle which was firmly gripped in his palms was slowly raised to his lips as he took a large gulp of it. The alcohol went down smoothly before the burn began to run down his throat and into the pit of his stomach.
“mmm” He mumbled, smiling to himself. Even in a creepy, old haunted house; a good night drinking always lead to an interesting night.

Elijah was a touchy drinker, and he wasn’t sure if Aneira was completely sure if she remembered that from previous drinking occasions they had had. In any type of drinking situation he ended up getting touchy, but that was just your typical Elijah. He had always been that odd friend who made fun situations turn awkward in the morning. But he was hoping none of that would occur tonight. He was hoping that tonight would give him a little scare.

"So, Li-Li... can I call you Li-Li?" She asked. Elijah slowly shifted his head towards here, gluing his eyes on her soft porcelain face. The corners of his lips slowly curved into a slight smile as the name circled into his head.
“Li-Li?” He questioned raising his left eyebrow. Never in his 83 years of living had anyone ever called him by that name. The most common nick name was ‘Eli’. The nickname Li-Li sounded like some sort of pet name for a baby hamster or rabbit. Elijah let out a slight laugh, thinking the name over.
“You may absolutely not call me Li-Li” He spoke before letting out another slight giggle. Taking his attention off of Aneira he brought the bottle of tequila to his lips, taking a larger gulp of it. The alcohol slid down his throat before he shut his eyes tightly. Tequila had never exactly been his favourite alcohol, nor had vodka. To him, both had a similar taste to what he would imagine window cleaner would taste like. But, he gulped it down just for the affect it took on his body.

From the next room, a loud piano played music which echoed throughout the lower level of the house. The tune seemed to be a familiar tune to Elijah, something from his human life. With a quick movement he placed the bottle down on the floor below him. Stepping up to his feet, he pulled himself off the comfortable couch.
“Holy shit” He spoke, looking out into the hallway. The picture he had once gazed upon on the wall suddenly crashed down, sending the glass pieces to shatter across the hallway. Elijah spun around, grabbing his bottle of tequila.
“On second thought… I’m going to be needing this.” he muttered.

[JURATE]

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