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The sun was setting on the city horizon, and in a matter of time, it'd be dark. It was the time when some shops closed up for the day, some stayed open, and others opened up at this hour. The city was like any other- bustling with activity, having it's share of various occupants. One place stood out- the old orphanage, it's only indicator of having ever been one was a blurry sign that had some unintelligible text near the almost unreadable, faded word 'Orphanage'. It stood out like a sore thumb, yet no one really wanted to claim the space that it was in. There didn't seem to be anyone who wanted the responsibility of removing it, either. Today, in it's many years of standing still, it served a purpose- a meeting place for whoever sent letters to individuals who, at a first glance, only seemed to have 'being an orphan' as what they had in common.


Delora hopped off the public transit bus, hurrying herself down the sidewalk. Out of a pocket of some loose-fitting, patterned jeans, she pulled out a map. Now, the orphanage had to be somewhere around here... right? She had spent hours upon hours trying to find directions for this place, as apparently even when it was open there weren't many maps that included it- They didn't have enough funding to at least put themselves on some sort of map? Still, despite this frustration, Delora didn't give up in trying to locate it; why didn't they just put some sort of map with the letter? You invite someone to a reunion to something most of the people that were being 'reunited' didn't half remember, and you can't be bothered to put one locator?

She shook her head, looking up from her own map, created from what she researched. She wasn't in it so much for seeing her old... orphan-mates, she didn't recall any of them now, but part of her motivation was finding answers. Delora didn't move on from her dislike of her adopted parent's ways, having understood only a little as to why they were so harsh and strict, and still strongly held the belief that they went too far. She wanted closure- why did her birth parents leave her, and at the age of 5? It didn't matter what the answer was, from that they couldn't take care of her or just didn't want her. She just wanted to know why. Oh, and receiving that letter was very particular, at the time that she did, how it looked... she had it in one of her pockets. Delora was convinced something was going on, anyone without a brain could figure that out, and she needed to get to the bottom of it.

A building caught her eye. Raising an eyebrow, she went towards it, folding up her map and putting it back in her pocket. Huh. Why hadn't they torn this thing down yet? You'd think that such an old building like this would be bad for business or whatever. Suspicious of what could lie within, she carefully approached it, spotting a sign. Delora peered at it, most of the words were unreadable, except for one she was able to make out, "Or...pha...nage..." she read, "Orphanage!" she stood up, looking at the building. So, this was the place? Had to be. Where else would an orphanage be? Still suspicious, she took out a small pouch, pouring a bit of salt on the front doorway. There. Some protection against bad spirits.


Malka walked down the sidewalk, a basket with several muffins, covered by a small checkered clothe, was hanging off her arm. She found that the weather allowed her to wear one of her favorite sweaters, accompanied by a coat. Malka figured that she could just take it off if it got too hot. She managed to get so far with the help of a co-worker and public transportation, and was now walking the rest of the way to the old orphanage. She hoped that she could recognize it. Malka had some fond memories of it, but only now realized that she didn't quite recall all of what it looked like, given that it's been some years since she was last there. Would she recognize anyone? Malka certainly wanted to. In any case, she'd be more than happy to connect and re-connect with anyone and everyone there. The muffins she was carrying weren't just for her, after all.

She had received the letter in the middle of her preparation to leave for her old hometown. She wanted to rebuild her life there, but figured that surely doing this wouldn't hurt. She wasn't sure of why this reunion was being held, but it was never too late to have one, she supposed. Ah, up ahead! Malka could feel a vague sense of familiarity- some of it, to her surprise, was foreboding, but considering what happened to her before she reached the orphanage... She shook her head, picking up her speed. Wouldn't want to be late, after all! Oh, and someone was there already!

"Hello!" Malka cheerfully greeted, causing the woman who was in front of the building to turn around quickly.

"Oh, uh, hi." Delora said, raising a hand in acknowledgement.

"Would you know if this is an orphanage, by any chance?" Malka said, taking a peek at the ruined building. She frowned. Yes, it had been twenty years, and it had been closed years before then, but seeing what she used to consider a home in such a sad state was a bit distressing.

"Oh, yeah, it is." Delora nodded. Why did this woman want to know, anyways? What was in that basket? Was there a bakery nearby? Something smelled of blueberry...

"I'm in the right place, then!" Malka said, continuing with her cheerful tone, "Are you here for the reunion too?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah, I am." Delora nodded again. A valid reason to be here, yet the woman might have other reasons, as she did and others arriving would.

"Great!" Malka said, reaching into her basket to carefully pull off the cloth covering the baked goods, "For you, a fellow resident of the orphanage. Consider it a 'happy to see you again' present! Even if we don't recognize each other." She handed the woman the muffin, awaiting her reaction.

Delora took the muffin, looking at it for a moment before biting into it, "This is really good, actually!" Delora admitted after chewing and swallowing.

"Ah, I'm happy to hear that! I'm sure the others will like them, too." Malka looked off into the distance, wanting to wait for anyone else that might be there for the reunion before doing anything. She did have muffins to give out, after all.

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Joshua looked out of the window as the taxi approached the orphanage, or the place he thought it would be. He had called his parents before actually hitching a cab, so as to get at least a general idea of where the orphanage would be located. They didn't remember very well, being twenty years ago since the last time they came here, but with the help of the taxi driver, Josh got there without much delay. As he noticed the two women at the outside of the orphanage, Joshua asked the driver to stop, paid for his ride and got off the cab.

Josh read the faded-out word in the sign, as was relieved that he got to the right place. He approached the two ladies, the smell of blueberries making his nose twitch - it had been a while since he ate something. Still, he put on the best smile he could muster to try and make a good first impression. "Hi, I'm Josh! Are you two here for the reunion, too?"

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Aline's grip on her tote bag tightened as she extricated herself from the swarm of people exiting the subway station. Finally, she was free - she'd been squished between two middle-aged women who'd reeked of cigarette smoke for the past twenty minutes, and now her own clothes smelled equally in need of a good dousing in baking soda. Disgusting. She could only hope the other guests wouldn't notice.

She pulled out her phone, flicking on the GPS function. Her tote bag bumped somewhat uncomfortably against her hip as she did so, but Aline was used to it: she usually carried a heavier load than this one, what with her ballet slippers and her pointe shoes and her thirty-two-ounce water bottle and whatever fruit- and protein-laden snack she'd had time to whip up that morning. Today, there were only her essentials, plus her tea tumbler and a banana. The tote might as well have been empty.

Aline followed the GPS directions, checking and double-checking every street sign she came across until she reached the highlighted destination. The sign in front of the run-down building was no longer legible, but it matched what little she remembered (and the few blurry photos a thorough Google search had unearthed for her), and there were a few people loitering around outside. Aline felt relieved that she hadn't been the first to arrive, as was her custom: she didn't think she could bear the wait alone, not here, not when the invitation had set off her all her alarms and then some.

She crossed the street and approached the group with an unsure smile. "Hello."

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Samuel had been following the same blonde girl ever since he got off the subway - not intentionally, of course, he was no creep, but because they'd just been (conveniently enough) heading in the same direction, and it didn't look like that was going to change anytime soon. Keeping one eye on her, he drained the last of his coffee before crushing the cup and tossing it into the nearest trash can, not minding the few drops that splattered on to his wrinkled paper map and his already ink-stained T-shirt. (Oh, Blast - maybe he should've worn something cleaner for this whole thing. How fancy was this reunion going to be? Was he going to miss out on a chance to show off one of his favorite nightmarishly garish bowties?)

He stuck a hand into his left pocket, his fingers brushing against the light brown crumpled envelope within. Honestly, he still didn't know what to make of the invitation: wasn't it kind of late for a reunion? What were they even planning to do since the building had long been abandoned? Samuel pictured a bunch of snooty elderly women serving tea and cucumber sandwiches in the midst of a dusty, moldy, dilapidated living room and chuckled to himself.

Watching the blonde girl join the others in front of the orphanage, Samuel shrugged, balled up the map, and stuffed it into a pocket. Nope, he didn't remember any of these people - although to be fair, he'd only been here for a few months, and most of the kids had been too young for him to hang out with. But age wasn't a deterrent now: he crossed the street (one driver honked at him) and grinned at them all. "So. Any reason we're all standing out here? Or are we having the reunion outside?"

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Reu ambled along the city sidewalks, going at a relatively slow pace despite having both a specific place he was supposed to be and a specific time by which he was expected to arrive (within reason, he reminded himself; late could still be fashionable, right? Or something like that). Between his frequent checking of street names and his awkward gawking at the buildings, he looked a lot more like a lost tourist than he'd care to admit. It was becoming pretty clear that he disembarked that bus earlier than he should have, seeing as he'd been wandering like this for some time now with only a vague set of directions to work with. He really should have prepared ahead for this sort of thing, he thought to himself sheepishly - he could practically hear the playful scolding from his friends back home already, bringing a slight smile to his face. He rounded a corner just then, catching a faint whiff of something (something delicious, no less) only to notice a small group of people up ahead. As he approached, the building they were gathered outside of increasingly came into view, and it quickly became obvious that it was in desperate need of repairs (or, barring that, outright demolition). Was this the old orphanage? A faded sign nearby confirmed that yes, it was indeed the place he had been seeking. Reu raised an arm into the air as a greeting, a bit of a silly grin on his face. "Yo! REUNION!"

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She had fallen asleep during the cab ride from the airport to the orphanage she only barely remembered as a child, only partially wondering why she’d hopped on that plane to come visit a place that was closed. Sierra watched sleepily as unfamiliar buildings went by in the window of the cab, the driver noting that she was awake and the two of them engaging in small talk. “I’m still not sure why you want to go to that address, miss. That place has been closed for years.” He said quizzically while she shrugged and said “I received a letter for some sort of reunion there, maybe it’s like a central meet-up so we can go elsewhere. Who knows?” Sierra smiled as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. She watched as the driver shrugged and muttered some sort of agreement.

The cab pulled up in front of the dilapidated building with the faded orphanage sign still there and a crowd of people already gathering. “See? Central meeting place.” She said happily as she handed the driver his money and grabbed her bag and exited the cab. “Thank you!” She smiled before closing the door and turning her attention to the group gathered. None of the faces were familiar, but then again she had been incredibly young when she was at the orphanage. She ran a hand through her hair in attempts to get rid of any sign of bed-head that might have occurred snoozing in the cab before approaching everyone. “Hi, is this the reunion group?” She said with a smile before noticing the basket on one woman’s arm. “What’s in there?”
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Kennedy had been reluctant to come to this sad excuse for a reunion, to say the least. He hadn’t spent an incredibly long time at the orphanage, but somehow they still felt his presence was warranted at some weird reunion deal. In all honesty he tried to forget those days as best he could and wished he could put it out of his mind for good, yet here he was wandering the city streets exploring and killing time before he was supposed to meet for this get-together of sorts.

He’d stopped and gotten himself some lunch and a coffee, the latter of which was still in his hands as he wandered over to the appointed meeting place, phone in his other hand with GPS telling him where to go (since cities and their layouts were not his strong suit). He checked his text messages, giving his best friend an update on how bullshit everything about this thing was and continuing to text while sipping his coffee now and then before his phone let him know he’d arrived at the old, abandoned building with its faded sign. “The hell is this...” He said to himself as he looked the building over a few times before taking a picture and sending it to his friend before stuffing it in to his pocket. It took him a moment to register the group that was standing near the old building before he begrudgingly approached them. “Please tell me this isn’t where we’re supposed to have this reunion deal.”

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Arsen made his way to his destination on foot, walking along the sidewalk with both hands in his coat pockets. He had arrived earlier on a bus so he could come early to the orphanage reunion. He, however, was only dropped off halfway there, when he could have made it over there in little to no time at all. And all because he had to make such a big fuss about someone looking over what he was doing on his phone. The eavesdropper was kicked off too, but really? It's decisions like these that make him wonder why he bothers using public service in the first place. Now, he was making his way there using nothing but his legs and his phone's GPS. Just wonderful.

Every now and then he took the hand carrying his phone out of his pocket, sneaking it up from its sleeve (both of which were longer than his arms), and looking at it to see where he was headed, and sure enough, each time he checked, he was surely going in the right direction. He didn't even know why he chose to go to this reunion, other than the 'free day' benefit from work, now that he thought about it. All he could think of was to revisit the place that he believes was the start of his troubles, where his biological mother dropped him and his sister off, possibly to leave for dead. Now, since he has grown to an adult and was called up to this, he can finally pay his 'respects'.

Finally, he stopped once he noticed a building in sight. As he advanced closer, he could see a sign with faded words that said "Orphanage". Looks like he made it. Sighing in relief after walking for who-knows-how-long, he made his way there, crossing the road to get there. That bus driver was definitely in the wrong to toss him out, and forcing him to walk the whole way. In fact, if it hadn't have been for him being in a relatively good mood, he would have probably shoved his foot right up-- Wait. Are those.. people at the entrance of the orphanage? He must have come later than he thought. Now, there were tons of people crowding the entrance, most of which will probably greet him, and ask for his name, and want to be his friend.. Ugh. He really didn't want another repeat of that scenario. As subtly as he could, he walked to one side, seeming to completely avoid the orphanage.. But in actuality, his intent was to walk away, then pass between two surrounding buildings at its side and then hopefully find a way inside from the back so he didn't have to talk to anyone. Unfortunately for him, and unbeknownst to him as well, someone must have been bound to see him obviously coming towards the orphanage once he saw it in sight.

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Charlotte had found her way off of the bus once it dropped her off, now beginning to find her way to the orphanage from there. While she was on there, a small commotion came up between two men, whom were then forced to get off of the bus. While that seemed harsh, they were making a bit of a big ruckus. At least after that, the bus ride was quiet and enjoyable, as it should.

She made sure she made herself completely neat and tidy, wearing her ash-gray button-up coat, with a black-and-white striped tanktop just under it, along with matching ash-gray dress pants and, oddly enough, regular shoes instead of dress pants. She wanted to make herself as presentable as she could to everyone in the orphanage, but she really believed that the shoes may hurt her chances. They just had this.. feeling to it that just threw her attire into discord. Needless to say, she didn't like it much.

Once she crossed the street and finally saw the orphanage in sight, she walked over, noticing the group at the very front. Although.. There was another one that seemed to be headed there, but walked off as if that wasn't his destination. Come to think of it, he looked very familiar.. Was he one of the people who disturbed the peace on the bus? She didn't let it bother her too much. "Hello, everyone. I'm led to believe this is where the reunion takes place, is it not?" She asked, giving her spectacles a little push from the bridge at the end of her sentence. Even her glasses felt askew; no doubt the work of the shoes she was wearing..


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"Hello, hello!" Malka said to all who were arriving. She wasn't the one that was holding this, but she grinned widely at the turnout of people coming to the reunion, "For those of you who are wondering- yes, I'd say this is the reunion group."


"Hope it is." Delora commented, "Otherwise, there's prolly some confused group at another orphanage in this city." she snickered at her own comment. She looked around the group that gathered, admittedly wishing that she knew at this one person within this rag-tag bunch, like someone she could snark with or something. After falling out with her band of rebels once she graduated highschool, she had some trouble making new friends that were beyond acquaintances.


"Also!" Malka said, pulling away more of the clothe that covered the muffins in her basket, "I've made some muffins for the reunion, as a sort of get-together present. Don't hesitate to take one." she said, presenting the basket to the rest of the group. She paused, "Oh! Almost forgot- I'm Malka, but any nicknames are fine by me."


Delora heard someone's comment, and looked to see a man with lavender-dyed hair- she liked her own hair color, but had always considered dying it sometime, "I know, right? I'm getting all sorts of bad vibes from this place. I even salted the doorway." she looked at the orphanage again, "But... I don't think we can ignore whatever's in that place, either. At least I can't."

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Joshua greeted everyone that showed up with a smile, even though there were some...not odd, but curious faces. "I'm Josh, nice to see you again!", he'd say to each person, offering a handshake. As you why the group wasn't inside, he just shrugged. Just waiting for someone to offer them in, he supposed. It really was getting late, though - maybe it'd be best for they all to go inside, even if nobody did call them in. He noticed some dude who was headed this way, but turned back - not a fan of crowds, perhaps, and tried to evade the reunion to get to his destination.

When Malka offered muffins, Josh wasn't afraid to be the first to take one - and promptly shove it in his mouth, before taking another one. While munching, he heard a curious sound, and his jaw dropped when he saw the car that was arriving.

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As the limo approached, the driver called upon Victoria's attention, who was lost in thought. As much as she tried, she couldn't remember anyone very well, though she did remember that there was a vast library. She even found some books in Braille back at the time, including a few in other languages. She wondered if the library was still around, or if it faded away with time - as had happened with the orphanage, from what she'd heard. And, for some reason, she couldn't help but feel saddened by that fact, even if she didn't spend much time living there.

Her line of thought was cut short by the driver, however, when they arrived. As experienced as he was, and with the aid of a GPS, they got there without major trouble. The driver got up and out of the limo, walked up to Victoria's door, and opened it, offering her a helping hand to get out of the car. She took his hand, got out of the car and heard the voices of the people who were already there. She bowed down slightly. "I'm terribly sorry for my delay. I'm Victoria, pleasure to meet you all again."

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Aline shook her head warily as Malka revealed her basketful of muffins, but Samuel, who'd been turning around slowly several times to take in the surroundings, plucked one from the basket with a bright "Don't mind if I do." A few crumbs fell on to his shirt with every bite, but he brushed them away: they were just crumbs, and they couldn't hurt anyone. Besides, look at this group! They made for an odd bunch, even by Samuel's standards. He grinned at a few when they made eye contact with him, but it seemed kind of pointless to get a round of introductions (re-introductions?) going when everyone was still streaming in. And god, it was starting to get cold; if nobody was going to invite them in anytime soon, then he volunteered himself to break in and find a nice radiator to sit on top of.

"Fancy," he observed out loud as the most recent addition to their party made her way over. Seriously, a limo? Victoria must be loaded. "Though I wouldn't worry about being late; most of us were."

The blonde girl from before made a sound of agreement next to him before asking the group at large, "Does anyone know how many people we should be expecting?"

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Sierra took no time in helping herself to a muffin with a smile. “Awesome, thanks!” She said before breaking off a piece and eating it, and it was totally delicious. She continued to break off piece by piece of the muffin and eat it slowly as people chattered and a limo pulled up. Whoever was in that limo must have done very well for themselves after getting adopted. Blast. She thought with envy as Victoria stepped out. Sierra gave a shrug at Victoria’s apology. “No worries, honestly this place doesn’t look like it’s in any rush to receive us with it’s faded signs and crap. Part of me wants to just say ‘Hey, why don’t we go to a restaurant and talk about our days here instead of going in the creepy abandoned orphanage.’” Sierra said with a shrug and a smile. “There are plenty of good places to eat around here, I’m sure. Who’s up for it?”
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Kennedy continued to text his friend keeping him updated on everything that was happening, including the fact that a limo pulled up. He scoffed to himself at the sight of the limo before his attention was turned to someone speaking to him. “Salted the doorway?” He repeated incredulously. He’d heard from his grandparents that some people were strange about the supernatural and tended to overreact with this and that, but salting a doorway seemed to be the strangest thing. It was a perfectly good waste of salt. “That’s weird.” He remarked. “No Idea how many we’re expecting.” He responded absentmindedly to the blonde girl a few feet from him.

“I can easily ignore whatever is in there.” Though the short girl’s suggestion about going somewhere else piqued his interest. “I’m down for that. Let’s go somewhere else not ominous with better food, I’m sure.” He could definitely go for some good steak right about now.

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As Arsen was still on his way in trying to find a back entrance to the orphanage, he took an emergency glance to see if anyone had noticed him. Good, he thought, they're still chatting with each other. Gives me plenty of time. Not planning on wasting this chance, he made his way over to the building, passing the side of it and then turning one way to get behind it. Once there, he glanced at the back of the establishment. Finally. And here he thought he was going to be bothered to lump himself in with those people. Raising one hand to grab at the door's handle, he gave it a moderate tug to pull it open, and in he went.

He took a few tentative steps into the room he made it in, which would have been completely pitch black had it not been for the open door letting the outside light ooze in, even if just by a few feet. Arsen's eyes scanned around to get a feel of just where he was, still holding the door so he could have at least a light source. From what he could see, there was a fridge at one side of the wall, and a couple of carts elsewhere. Dishes and utensils alike were stacked in a nearby sink, and the area smelled faintly of rotten fish.

There was no mistaking it: this was the orphanage's kitchen. Arsen sighed; he didn't even really like the weekday food he could vaguely remember getting, and all he ate (mostly) was apples and such because he had gotten sick of it. At least he got a memory of this place.. But it was, alas, a memory he wished he could forget completely. Finally finding where the room's light switch was located, he stepped in and let the door close behind him, enveloping him, and the room, in darkness while he hugged the wall to get to the switch.

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Charlotte took notice of everyone around her in the reunion, then took this opportunity to open up her bag and take the notebook out of it, getting out a pen and removing the cap with the book under her arm. Once she placed it at the back of the pen, she got to work. First came Malka, and then she went to work on how she seemed to her. "Malka.. Very congenial, great show of hospitality.." She paused, scribbling each word she whispered before taking a single glance at her, then going back to work again. "Incredibly fond of sweaters.." She muttered to herself as she began taking information on the impressions she was getting from everyone. She stopped quickly, however, once she saw the limo coming in, even she had to look on in surprise. "I.. Oh, it's no trouble at all.." She replied simply, going back to taking notes for herself while staring at a few people, and still muttering to herself so she could remember every detail. "Aline, well-dressed, soft-spoken.. Josh, amiable, not much known other than that; must converse with at a later time.."


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Malka grinned, happy to see that so many were enjoying her muffins. Not everyone was- perhaps she should have made more flavors? She should have considered not everyone liked baked treats... About cover them up again, she heard another vehicle approaching. A limo? Malka watched in interest as a woman got out of the car, looking as high class as the vehicle she came in.

"Hello!" Malka said to the newcomer. Regardless of how high she was in status, Malka would greet her as warmly as she would everyone else, "I think everyone's just arriving, actually. Care for a muffin?" Malka said, holding out her basket in case Victoria might want one, "I'm Malka, by the way."

Upon hearing the suggestion of going elsewhere for their reunion, Malka almost considered it. She imagined them all at some table, lively talking about what they were doing now (and what they could remember back then), but she shook her head, remembering the letter in her pocket, "Going to a restaurant sounds very nice..., but what about whoever invited us here?" she took out her letter, holding it up, "They took the trouble of writing all these letters, at the very least we could visit for a bit." she paused.

"... I'm not sure about how many of us are coming. There wasn't really a number specified..." Malka looked at the sky, seeing that it was only getting darker, "But it is getting rather dark... Maybe we should go inside, and whoever comes will get the same idea?" Malka said hopefully, not wanting to abandon anyone.

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Delora raised an eyebrow. A limo? "Wow, what a flashy entrance." Delora mumbled, but just loud enough to hear if anyone happened to catch word of her sarcasm. Seriously? This girl had to go and show how well off she was compared to the rest of them?

The comment from the man she was near distracted her from her own petty jealously. She shrugged at it, used to hearing such skepticism, but it didn't deter her from going on and on about her own beliefs, "Hey, you don't know what could be in there. Better safe than sorry when it comes to this sort of stuff." Delora said, but it was ironic considering that most of her life she was never 'safe than sorry.'

Delora crossed her arms, "Well, you guys can do whatever." she said, starting to make her way towards the door of the orphanage, "But I'm finding out whatever's going on with this place." she twisted the door knob and pulled, only for the knob to come out, leaving a hole in the side of the door. There was a creak before the door looked to be leaning forward, instead making a loud noise as it fell backwards onto the floor, scattering dust and other debris.

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Victoria smiled when nobody seemed to mind her lateness, and smelled the muffins in the air. She moved her hand slowly, searching for the basket, and picked up a muffin. "Thank you", she said as she took a bite, tasting the muffin carefully. She swallowed. "Wow...these are delicious! May I have another one?" She asked, but soon jumped at loud noise before she could get an answer, looking at the direction from where it came. "What just happened?," she inquired, worried.

Joshua walked towards the orphanage, examining the fallen door. "Yeah...it looks pretty dangerous," he said, stepping over it and searching around the walls for the light switch. "I should go in ahead to check for safety. I mean, we can't just let whoever invited us here waiting, can we?" He found the switch and turned on the lights, which flickered before dying away, leaving the entrance where the door used to stand as the only luminous source. "Well, that's unfortunate...would anyone happen to have a flashlight or something?"

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Aline sneezed twice as a cloud of dust rose up, movie-style, from where the door had landed. "Should we really go in?" she asked, a dry note in her voice. "If the front door crumbled that easily, that probably means the rest of the house isn't stable either." And the last way she wanted to end this reunion was by dying underneath a falling ceiling. She pulled out the envelope with her reunion invitation, looking down at the writing and then back up again at the house with a frown. "And if that's the case, then I think we can safely assume that whoever invited us was either playing a prank on us for whatever reason, or..." Something far more sinister, her mind finished. Because whoever had sent out the invitations must've known about the state of the house, right? And if they'd known and were still deliberately trying to send people inside there, then...

No, this wasn't some crime drama or a horror film. This kind of thing didn't happen outside of TV...did it?

Samuel, on the other hand, strode towards the entrance, peering inside the building with genuine curiosity. One hell of a prank, he thought. The thought of all this being some crazy slasher film set-up crossed his mind too for a second, but he brushed it away more easily than Aline: there were far less complicated ways of murdering a group of people. "No flashlight," he told Joshua cheerfully, "but you can use your phone as one, right?" He took out his own, turning on the flashlight function with a few swipes across the screen and holding it a few feet inside. "Looks kind of like a haunted house in here. Hope no one has a severe dust allergy."

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Sierra was curious about what was inside, of course. Letters had been sent out to ask them all here for some reason, of course. She hopped up to see over the taller people’s shoulders to peer inside the old building. She sneezed a few times at the dust before wiping her eyes and pulling out her cellphone and turning on it’s flashlight app as well - added light never hurt. “Woahhh this place is a mess. It looks straight out of a horror movie!” She said excitedly. Maybe there were creepy things in there and they could go telling ghost stories or the story of how they survived the haunted orphanage. Suddenly something in her really wanted to go in and find out. Dinner first would be ideal, she thought as there was a grumble in her stomach, but there were those muffins...

She helped herself to another one and thanked Malka before she took a few steps to place herself on top of the door that was now laying on the dust-covered floor, shining her flashlight all around on everything covered in cobwebs. “Man this place is not how I remember it.” She said with a laugh.
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Somehow his suggestion of ‘let’s go anywhere but here’ turned in to everyone gathering at the entrance of the old decrepit building and look inside. It smelled like dust and decaying wood - scents Kennedy was not a huge fan of. They were strong and never led to anything good. He did, however, find himself agreeing with the girl next to him. They shouldn’t go in if the front door crumbled that easily, who knew what else could collapse or fall on them? “She’s right. This could be some elaborate prank or who knows...I doubt the floor could even support all our weight at once.”

The girl who was now standing on the door made him even more uneasy. There was either flee now and go home or get sucked in to this old orphanage and this stupid mystery-solving bunch, and he had a terrible feeling it would be the latter.

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Arsen kept to the wall, feeling it for the switch, until he had finally found it and turned it on, filling the kitchen he was in with light. And the light turned out to be faulty, flickering in a completely uncreepy manner about 5 seconds after it was turned on. Wonderful. Now that he could see, it gave him plenty of time to check out the kitchen (which, unsurprisingly, had nothing for him) and hopefully the rest of the orphanage as far as the light can stretch. Maybe he could find his previous room if he was lucky. After dawdling around, he walked over to another door and opened it, leading to a hallway with a group of doors-- the kitchen door just had its own wall. Wonder what those other guys are doing, he thought, as he walked in, looking around at the other doors leading to rooms he could check out. He could probably even find his way to the entrance if he wanted. But, of course, that wasn't an option with him. Probably talking amongst themselves.. Tsk.

Charlotte coughed as the door dell and the dust rolled forward, waving a hand in front of her face to ward it off. "Ugh.. This place isn't in the best state as it was then, now is it..?" She muttered, having to stop making notes of everyone, just to see Sierra begin to head in. She held her notebook under her arm and the pen inside its spirals, only being able to look on.


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Malka grinned at the sight of another person enjoying her muffins, "Why, of course! There's plenty-" she was interrupted by the noise of the door falling. She frowned at the orphanage seeming to fall apart, and everyone's comments only seemed to affirm this-- although this did call into question why whoever invited them didn't fix all this before they got here... She shook her head, maybe it was lack of funds. After all, the orphanage never had that good of them in the first place.

"Ah, I know right?" Malka said, unaware that Victoria was asking the question literally rather than figuratively, "It's a bit sad to see the place you spent a portion of your childhood just fall apart like this..."

"We should be careful upon entering, then." Malka advised. It'd be horrible if one of them got seriously hurt, and on a day where they were supposed to be reconnecting, too! At the question of a flashlight, she shook her head. It's not like she expected to need one. Due to her lack of one, she decided to just stay close to everyone who had one and not go too far ahead.

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Delora coughed at the sudden influx of dust. She'd salted the doorway beforehand, but considered that maybe some sort of warning, maybe from some sort of force or something, "I guess it isn't in... the best condition." she said, almost reluctantly, like a child pulled back from something. Why didn't she think to take something like a flashlight?! Gah, now she'd definitely have to stay with the group.

She heard mentions of a haunted house, someone else said it looked like the set of a horror movie, "D'you guys think there's any ghosts in here?" she asked, seeming serious with this question. She took a step inside, looking back to see whoever else was going in too, at least someone with some sort of light source, anyways.

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At Samuel's suggestion, Joshua took his phone out and started the flashlight application he had installed, mentally criticizing himself for not thinking of doing that earlier. "Ok, this place doesn't look too solid...might be a little dangerous for us to go in. On the other hand, someone did invite us to come. There might be someone somewhere in this house waiting for us...or something. I mean, we wouldn't be invited here without reason, right?" He spoke while walking around, examining the walls and always minding where he stepped. His curiosity got the best of him, and the possible danger of the house falling on top of the group left his mind to be replaced by a great desire to explore the orphanage. Josh eventually found a doorknob, and this time the door did not fall when he turned it.

He didn't go any further than turn the knob, however. He turned back to check how the others were doing, as venturing alone into the deserted orphanage didn't seem like a smart plan in any possible way. Besides, the whole point was for them to reunite, right? So if they were going anywhere, it should be together. "So, guys...should we go on further into the house?"

Meanwhile, on the outside, Victoria approached the fallen door, sneezing when the dust made it's first contact with her nose. From the creaky sounds to the dusty smell, the building really didn't seem to be at it's best...and it didn't seem like it looked any better, given the comments of the rest of the group. While she didn't have a flashlight, she also had no need for one - still, she didn't like the idea of being alone in a possibly dangerous environment, specially one she didn't know. Vic stood close to Sierra, standing on top of the door, but not taking a step in yet. Upon the mention of ghosts and haunted houses, Victoria shrugged. "I don't believe in such things as ghosts."

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"I don't think - " Aline began, but even as she spoke, she knew it wasn't going to be of any use, not with this group. Nevertheless, she plowed on undeterred: "I don't think we should go in. Not because of ghosts" - she glanced at Delora - "or anything similar, but because we have no idea what the motive is for inviting us here. In light of recent discoveries, obviously it wasn't for a lighthearted reunion. Doesn't it bother any of you that someone wanted us to walk into an abandoned house that's hardly in good shape? Or - far be it from me to sound like someone who's watched a few too many episodes of CSI, but it's something to keep in mind - we could be playing right into someone's hands by entering. How many morally good motives are there for mysteriously and anonymously luring people into a run-down building?" She crossed her arms, stepping closer to the man who'd agreed with her earlier.

"You've got a point," Samuel said thoughtfully even as he took a few steps inside and flashed the light from his phone around. "But if someone invited us all here to kill us, then they gotta be around here somewhere, right?"

"If someone invited us all here to kill us," Aline retorted, "then do you really want to meet them?"

Samuel scratched at the stubble on his chin, seemingly deep in thought, before clapping his hands twice. "Don't be such a...killjoy," he told her, shaking with laughter.

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