once Frost finished her excuse for a breakfast she realized fully that their were humans maybe roaming the mansion. "someones gonna get themselves killed." she jumped off the counter but first grabbed the knife that was once impaled in her stomach she creeped to where there was said to be the creatures she once was. her footsteps creaked on the floor as she inched closer to the dark room. one hand armed with a bloody knife and the other stopping blood from her wound dripping on the floor. as grace neared she made sure her mask was fixed properly on her face.

once at the door she heard a thump. someone was obvious awake in there. grace turned he knob and inched the door open the hinges screaming at the sudden movement. the light from the hallway illuminated the dim lit room. out of instinct Grace through the knife beside a moving figure on the bed, the knife sticking into the wall and dripping blood down it. "hello" grace's voice was unintentionally low and taunting.

the light was coming from behind her therefor this lump probably couldn't see her face or half her face anyways and that was good. "are you hungry, when i was like you i was always hungry, tell me what you want to eat or do you need a drink? is that it?" frost hadn't spoken to a human she wasn't about to kill in years and didn't really know what to say. she walked closer to the lump that was backed against the wall. "don't be afraid we are not aloud to kill you, now hat do you need, anything?"

Joker || Jason Quirson || Male || 24 || Insanity || Hetero/Bi-ish || Sand controller || M: Grace (briefly)

A figure stirred in the shadows of the mansion, fiery green orbs scanned its surroundings. It moved with what would have been a graceful stride, if not for the hunched posture and slight shuffle. The figure detached from the shadows, the form morphing into that of a handsome, if intimidating, man.

He was tall and well built, with fiery emerald eyes, that looked unreally so. His hair was a mess of dark brown, almost black, and his skin was a smooth olive tone, at least it would have been, if not for the many pale scars that littered his body.

He moved across the grand hallway, passing a door which was open slightly to reveal a human and one of his fellow insanities, Frostbite. He did not know her real name, as one, nobody really knew anybody's real names around here, and two, he was not close to her, neither was he close to really anyone in this god for saken place he called home.

He did not pay the girl any mind, as he had no mind to spare. It was torn into many pieces, each fighting for hold on his body. Anger surged in him as his thought raced over the head of the house, that stupid bastard who sat on a throne and called themselves dictator. But the thought faded just as quickly to be replaced by something new, then yet again, something else forced its way to the forefront of his ravaged mind, as he thought of multiple things at once, each side of him grabbing hold of whatever it pleased before it was shoved down once more by a different side of him, only to force its way back into the light.

Joker moved almost silently, if not for the slight shuffle of his step, over to the massive staircase that marked the entrance to their "home". He made his way down it, his burning eyes inspecting his surroundings carefully as he made his way down towards the kitchen. He was not necessarily hungry, as he was dead, and he didn't really need to eat, but he liked to eat on occasion, more to sate his burning energy and anger than anything else.

As he moved, his mind snapped onto the thought of the others who lived here. He was not fond of them, in fact, he despised most of them, and he did not trust any of them. Trust, what a futile thing, an empty promise. Trust meant nothing, nothing but trouble and lies. The thought was ripped from his mind once more as his mind waged war on itself, never to be calmed.

Jace laid on a couch, his eyes completely closed. "What do we do with the humans?" He muttered to mostly everyone. He ran his fingers Through his Strawberry Blonde hair and Sighed, opening his Silver eyes. There was really nothing to do so he planned to take a nap. He didn't really go to sleep he just acted like it to make people think he was asleep. He groaned and got up, walking into the kitchen. He took out a water and sat on the counter, drinking his water. He stared around the room. He glanced at Scar then looked at Someone else. He really didn't care about these people but He had a strong connection with them.

He combed his hair back and hopped off the counter. He grabbed some food and sat down to eat it. He started eating, noticing he was getting a little Inpatient with things. He was moving around to much. "Agh, I'm so bored.." He groaned Impatiently.

Suddenly, the doors to the mansion swung open, hitting the walls with a large crash. There, in the doorway, was a female who stood about 4'3 a petite, curvaceous body. She wore a rather large, over-sized black hoodie that went to about her knees. The sleeves went past the edge of her fingertips and then left some room for another hand or so to fit. Her hood was on so that her facial features couldn't be seen at all. The only thing that there was visible was a few strands of long, messy, white as snow strands of hair. She wore shorts, though you couldn't see them and was barefoot. The bit of skin from her legs and feet that you could see were a porcelain-white color with scars littering them. She slowly and carefully lifted her hood off to show a rather surprisingly not bad-looking female. Her eyes- or well rather, eye, as one of them was covered by her long hair. Her eye was a soft grey with almost no emotion behind it. "I'm home~" She cooed, a rather crazed grin forming on her lips.

Sorry it's so short, I was in a rush.

George placed a finger to his chin and his other hand on his hip as she looked up at the ceiling. "Hmm..," He said thinking for a moment. "You know what? Sure! Speak away!" George hated how tall Scar was compared with him. The brunette looked at his head than the floor than back at his face. "Wait before you start," He said closing his eyes and pointing his pointer fingers and middle fingers togethers. When he opened his eyes, his once dark brown eyes were now a deep purple. He pointed at Scar's knees with his pointer and middle finger and a strong string shot out of his fingers. As soon as the string touched his knees, Scar was under his control. Or at least his knees were. He pointed at the floor and his knees wobbled for a second before giving in and falling to his knees. "There now I am taller!" He said, triumphantly as he place his hands on his waist.

He felt an increasing pain on his arm as another cut appeared on his arm just below his wrist. He got used to it and was almost proud he wasn't able to feel it for the most part. In fact, that was the main reason he rolled his long sleeve, white shirt passed his elbows. Currently he also had black pants that were tightly pressing into him while a strap went from the front, over his shoulder, and to the back of his pants. Normally there would have been two straps, but one broke on a mission he was on. He also had gloves and shoes. He thought he was a very stylish person in his opinion.