~*~Whispers RP (Role Play)~*~

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Zebedee's greenish-gray eyes widened, then narrowed in suspicion. She clutched her book as though protecting it, and asked in a cold voice, "... Why?" She had reason to not trust Julie--after all, nothing but the spirits of the dead had spoken much to Zeb; she didn't know how to view human interactions, nor how to interact, herself.
"You can hear voices, and see things others cannot, am I correct?" Julie said, raising an annoyed eyebrow as she waited or a replay.
 
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"Obviously; that's how I got landed in this.." she, too, caught herself, barely on the edge of saying "dump". "... Charming asylum." she finished, with a note of bitter sarcasm heavy on the charming part.
"thats how all of us got put here." Julie said, crossing her arms over her chest. "your not the only one put here because people think your crazy to be 'Hearing' things."
 
"So why me?" Zebedee challenged. Normally very agreeable, she imposed much stubbornness in her manner of questioning Julie. But she had her reasons; she wanted to know precisely why it was her they had chosen. One falter from "Julie" and Zeb would know who she couldn't trust.
"I'm here to offer you a chance to join an organization called the SILCENCE. we're dedicated to killing the ghosts. the ghosts are the ones you see and hear." Julie explained.
 
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