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Well this is new..
Jason doesn't remember much. In fact he doesn't remember anything except his name. Not how old he is or where he's at, he doesn't remember what color his eyes are or why he is hearing muffled voices from above him.
Wait what?
...
Reaching his hand up Jason was shocked to feel crumbling planks of what smelt like rotting wood above. Pushing against them he let out a rough cough and twisted his head to the side when dirt and dust came falling down at him. He wasn't sure when but the muffled voices seemed to grow louder as if whoever they belonged to was getting closer. He chose to the fact that he was fucking buried underground and just dug higher and higher. With the earth caked underneath his fingernails Jason's hand breached the surface.
He pushed past the last barrier and was finally able to get above ground. Once out he layed, spread out, in the grass on his back. Up until now he realized his eyes were closed, was he scared? No. What is there to be scared about. Pealing his eyes opened Jason gasped, the moon in the sky glimmered brightly alongside the freckled stars that coated the deep blue of the night.
Jason went to speak, more than likely some type of curse word, but all that slipped past his lips were low gruff groans. Snapping his mouth shut his eyes widened, well eye. That also startled him, pulling his hand up to his face Jason noticed how he could see more of everything on his left rather than his right. He chose to keep his remaining sanity and not ask why but instead stand up. Despite being a little wabbly he was able to be up right.
Up until now he was more focused on what the hell was going on and forgot about the voices he heard earlier. Spinning around he was met with a pretty shocking sight.
Two girls that looked to be a little older than him, they themselves looked just as shocked if not more than him.
"Are we expecting a new student?" one girl said with a soft Transylvanian accent. Her hair was a mix of black and pink stripes and she looked awfully pale.
"I don't think so, but it never hurt to have someone new I guess." The other spoke after, her Brooklyn accent was just as strong. Not wanting to stare to long Jason clenched his hands. Since speaking wasn't an option at the moment he chose to kneel down and drag his finger around in the dirt.
'Who are you and where am I?'
The pale girl -- he really needed a name -- let out a happy trill and clapped her hands together. "Silly me! My name is Draculaura, this is Clawdeen," she gestured to the girl next to her, "And you are currently in a cemetery. Which I'm sure you already knew that huh.. and you are?"
Jason sat puzzled for a moment, yes he knew he was in a cemetery he was just six feet underground for fuck sake. 'Jason', he wrote.
"Well Jason-.." he jerked back hearing his name. His ears rung and head ached, what's going on? He can't see.. the ground is cold and smelt like.. like blood. He was jerked back out of the vision by a hand on his shoulder. He let out a gargled gasp and slapped the hand away. Quickly standing up made him wabble back and forth, he didn't look up until he was steady but when he did he noticed the pitiful looks on their faces.
What.. the fuck.. was that..