His frown deepened as he glanced back at her. She didn't seem too bothered on the outside, but it didn't explain why she was still going slower than him. "..Alright then." he said, trying to shove the thoughts of her out of his mind. His eyes looked around the hallway and the doors, not seeing any sign of Jake other than the blood. He brushed his hair behind his ear, fiddling with one of his earrings. The silence was uncomfortable for him.

(Well, it seems like I was left behind. :/ )

( Sorry!! T^T You can wake up and look for us? We didn't go very far. ^ ^' )

Katie was frozen at what Jake had said at first, but held onto Airx as he went after Jake. She couldn't wait to see Mason as a hunter..even if she couldn't be with him. A part of her would always want to be with him.. but Airx had been alone all this time and needed someone. She had only known Jake for a day so maybe it wouldn't be that hard to kill him. She winced a little and jumped off Airx."I can't kill him..you go." She said, looking at the ground. She knew he wold go after Jake..and she would probably drink Jakes blood out of hunger. But atleast she would know he would be a hunter.

Kisha watched him while they went. Not starring, he was just in front of her so it was easy to watch him and where she was going at the same time. She wanted to touch him but couldn't. One of her favorite things he did was play with his earrings. She had noticed it was a habit of his, though she had never figured out why he did that.
She wanted to say something, anything but she didn't know what. If she tried, she'd more than likely end up getting angry again or something. So she just left it alone, and she wanted to see if he would say something, anything.

Damien just kept walking, his hand still fiddling with the hoop before stopping. He brushed his hair back again, still unnerved by the silence. Normally he liked it, but that was when things were really loud. Right now it was almost, uncomfortable. Or maybe it was just him. Glancing back at her for a moment he glanced back at the hallway. Where is that idiot boy? he asked himself before frowning. Ah yeah, what was it she wanted with the other boy? "What question did you want to ask the other boy?" he asked after another moment.

Kisha looked startled for moment with the sudden noise. "Oh, um, what? What other boy?" She actually had no idea what he was talking about. She looked at him and wanted to put up a hand and tug on an earring. That's a weird thing to want to do out of the blue.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing back at her again. "That one boy. The one you spoke in Romanian in before you killed him." he said, reminding her. She'd said that she was waiting for him to ask questions. And he was curious to know.

Kisha smiled a little. "Oh, right. That." Her eye twinkled as she stupidly decided to play games again. She just couldn't resist. Her voice was that fake joking sweet"Oh, I just thought that he's romanian like me and we could have romanian ghost babies. I imagined he would be a wonderful companion for me. Althought," she put on a face that was a pretend pout. "I think he might be upset with me about the whole heart out of chest thing."

He frowned though quickly replaced it by rolling his eyes. "My my. I'm sorry to say but, since you're both kinda dead, you can't really make 'ghost babies' and the like." he stated. It irked him a bit, he wasn't sure if she was joking or not, but still. He bit his tongue lightly, a habit from when he used to have the tongue piercing. He'd taken it out a couple of years ago since, it was way too inconvenient for him now. Got in the way of things

Kisha grinned at him. "Your biting your tongue again." She couldn't help but notice such things. "Do you still miss the piercing?" She hadn't talked to him about that before, for the same reason as the fiddling with the earring. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea since he might figure out she had been watching him...constantly. "And anyway, I know we can't really make babies but it's the thought that counts right?" She was laughing on the inside. She wondered if he noticed that she was joking yet.

He blinked, glancing back at her in mild surprise. "Not really, just habit." he replied, shrugging. He slowed down on walking before smirking lightly. "Not many people notice me biting my tongue." Making a small face though he looked back at the hallway before rolling his eyes. "Hallways hallways, I'm sick of them." he muttered. He tried to ignore what she'd said about the thought that counts. Until he wondered if that was really what she wanted to talk to the guy about. It seemed slightly out of character. "Is that what you really wanted to ask?"

"Not many people are stupid like I am," she muttered quietly to herself. She looked at him and grinned widely. "You can be rather dense sometimes. Of course it's not. I wanted to ask him...to ask about home." Her voice had softened with that last part. She still had troubles with this stupid game and that she had died like she did. So thoughts of home were often on her mind and Mason had only served to stir up more memories.

Damien stuck his tongue out at her a little. "At least I got it right eventually." he said, slightly offended. He looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. "Homesickness?" he asked. He'd been home sick before as well, but figured that missing it would do no good, so he just buried it and forgot about it. Something she'd learn eventually. "Well, if you're lucky.. One of these day's you'll be able to leave the house and go there or something." he offered.

Kisha snorts. "False hopes doesn't do anything for anybody. Besides, I'm content with just asking him about it. Im fine, I swear." She raised an eyebrow, obviously teasing. "Are you worried about me, Damien? How unlike you."

He rolled his eyes, snorting lightly. "You're one to talk." he muttered before nodding. "Well, hopefully he'll show up soon. You did kind of do a decent amount of damage to his body." he said, smirking a little.

"I talk quite often, thank you. Not that you ever noticed before." She frowned. "Your right of course. He should be showing up any time now. I do want to talk to him." She then smiles at him, a devil's smile. "It was glorious, wasnt' it? I did quite enjoy the heart bit." She blinked a couple times and looked mock horrified. "It wasn't over the top was it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't really know you for a while, so why should I bother with someone who'd eventually leave like all the others?" he asked her before chuckling. "Brutal. I loved how you just swooped in and ripped it out. Of course, I think when the two ladies wake up, they'll have nightmares of what you did. And there is no such thing as over the top with us." he said simply.

Kisha stopped walking and looked at him, this time her face wasn't hiding or pretending. Her voice was soft yet not a whisper. She felt small as she spoke though she wasn't sure if she was. "You really thought I would leave?" She knew he would think that. It's only natural. Most did after a little while. Very few, like them, stayed.

He stopped walking after not hearing her footsteps. He turned back to her and raised an eyebrow. She wasn't acting playful or anything anymore, which was just confusing. Did I hurt her somehow? "Why would I believe otherwise?" he asked. "You all do. Only a matter of time before you leave. Leaving anyone else behind to mope around about the loss of a close person." he said, scoffing. They all did that. It was something he had always been firm on, something that had been proven many times before to him.

She just looked at him. Her voice this time was a real whisper, just a murmur on the wind, like a ghost in a dark house. "Why haven't you left, Damien." It wasn't really a question. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. But she had often wondered about it. He'd been there three times as long as she had and never left. So she said it anyway, wanting to know him more.

Damien shook his head, not even bothering with that question yet. He'd repeated the same thing over and over that night, he was getting sick of saying it. It just served to remind him just how sad it was. No, sad isn't the right word. It's maddening. "Don't think I tried before? I've had three decades trying." he muttered finally, narrowing his eyes. He shook his head again,biting the tip of his tongue, thinking. "Why do you care?" he asked, looking at her in the eyes.

Kisha eyes held no sympathy. For all she wasn't sure she wanted to know, she said anyway, "You avoided directly answering. What has stopped you from leaving? What is it that scares you or whatever it is? Because I know for a fact its not this house, not the people who live in this place, and it's certainly, obviously not another hunter or ghost."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course it can't be the people who live here. Nobody actually lives here. I don't think anyone's lived here in centuries." he said, starting to walk again, but only to go sit against the wall since he felt like sitting. "Why are you still here?" he shot back, raising an eyebrow. "I'll answer if you answer first." he said.

Kisha followed but stayed standing in front of him and just to the right. "I was referring to the residents of this town and stupid game, not living in this place itself. And it's only fair if you answer first since you were asked first."