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(( Is it alright If I rp with you? owo And Im assuming jeff's in his old house?... ))

Liu sighed heavily, and pushed the door of the house with all his weight. Damn thing--- It had always been stiff ever since the day they moved in. Liu didn't have a second to think before it gave way and he ended up falling face first onto the dusty carpet. "For gods sake--" He muttered before standing up and brushing himself off. He then pulled a flash-light from his coat pocket and flicked the switch, shining it around the room. This place brought back so many bad memories--- But there were also the few good ones.... He shook his head, He wasn't here to remember-- He was here to grab his stuff and to leave as fast as possible.

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((It sure is! I've been hoping a decent Liu RPer would find me, and you're pretty good from the looks of it! ^^ ))

*Shifted, his bulk lying flat against the wooden floor...he smiled to himself, tracing pictures in the air while staring up at the ceiling. He always loved his bedroom. Though the familiar bed set was decrepit. He'd thrown the dusty, moth eaten thing out into the hall a while ago. Jeff squirmed a little on the floor lazily, stretching- his ear caught the slightest of scuffling noises from downstairs, and then a dull thump. The jarring facial expression carved into the flesh of his face seemed to widen...he loved visitors. He decided to stay there, making the person find him was like hide and seek.~*
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(( Ahaha, alright then!.... What, Really? Thank you so much ;w; ))

Liu sighed a little shining his torch around the room, He eyed his game boy, Half tempted to pick it up and take it with him-- But unfortunately he couldn't carry that plus the essentials. He made his way up the stairs, running his fingers over the dusty bannister and blinking down the hall when he reached the top. Okay-- First things first was his box of "memories" Which was located in the closet next to the bathroom--- He soon found that and tucked it neatly under his arm, before heading towards his and jeffs old room.
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*He stayed where he was, though after a few minutes his neck started aching and he sat up, mood not dampened the slightest bit. Not a whole lot could make him stop smiling since the accident, which left his brain...oddly childish and seemingly endlessly happy. Scuffle, shuffle, trip, trap...Jeff's hearing hung onto every noise that came from inside the house. Waiting...and he wondered what kind of person it would be this time. He'd had children come to see him, and animals. And especially teenagers, but he hated those. He put them to sleep without question.*
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Liu breathed heavily staring at the door-- There were so many things written on there-- En-carved names, rude jokes and even small doodles made by him and jeff...So many good times. He laughed quietly to himself, before taking hold of the handle and turning it, pushing it open slowly and stepping inside. At first he didn't notice jeff, Only a dark shadow in the corner--- Probably just his imagination taking over again, Like it always did-- But then he stopped, the figure in the corner was moving-- Breathing --- He froze, only managing a tiny, silly squeak. "W-who's there?..."
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*He watched the boy walk across the room, stifling gleeful giggles. They'd found him! His visitor then turned, looking straight at Jeff...and Jeff heard them speak. He stood up then and came out from the shadows he was wrapped up tight in...those horrible, jarring eyes...and that carved glasgow grin met the boy. It still hadn't dawned on Jeff that this was his brother. His head tilted to an angle, eyes splitting through the room's dim light.* Hello~ *Came the response, voice high with almost forced joy, but crazed obviously by the tone.*
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Liu squinted at the figure, no....It couldn't be real?...It didn't even look like a person. That face...It looks like its made of rubber, and the eyes...The ones that seemingly never blinked. Thats when it hit him-- He knew only one person that had looks like that, How could he have not noticed before?... His own brother. "J-jeff?...I-is that you?..." He shuddered.
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*The young killer nodded, and came closer. His eyes seemingly glowed in the dimness of the room, never blinking, never waning with their cold, crazed stare. At this point he thought the other boy looked a little familiar...but it still didn't seem to dawn on him exactly who it was.* Where did you come from~? *That insane, singsongy voice. At least Jeff wasn't angry at the 'intruder'.*
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