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Note: I don't know the character Daisya Barry very well, so if I make him OOC, I'm really sorry!
It was a dark and stormy night...
Okay, maybe not so dark at all. And maybe not so stormy, either. It was a slightly cloudy evening, fat raindrops easing their way down Miranda's window. She was scared, nonetheless, thanks to Lavi's incessant scary-story-telling. She had left, halfway through his third one, and had locked herself into her room, staring out at the showers and imagining the worst.
If you ever see a tall shape, Lavi had said spookily, that is hooded and carries a scythe, you better watch out.
W-who is it? Why? Miranda had fearfully asked.
Because... it's the Grim Reaper! Ahahahaha! He comes at night to steal people's souls and torture them to DEATH!
At that point Miranda had backed away, still listening but not wanting to. And now, here she was, scaring herself with silly stories.
Meanwhile, out in the hall, Daisya Barry was kicking his soccer ball around. He hadn't wanted to listen to Lavi's ramblings, and instead wanted to play ball. THUMP! THUMP! The ball bounced off the wall, creating very loud noises that would have disturbed the sleep of anyone.
Miranda, upon hearing this, freaked out. She was convinced it was a cold-blooded killer or a beheaded ghost roaming the halls of the Order. She jumped up, quivering, and hid in the corner, peeping out from her fingers at the horrendous noise.
Score! The ball hit the doorframe, and Daisya smiled with glee. Creeee... It had opened the door. Ah well. No matter, he would just close it and be on his way. He started forward, attempting to catch the ball before it went in whoever's room.
"Eep!" Miranda, still cowering in the corner, looked with horror as her door slowly creaked open. The silhouette revealed a figure who was in a long black robe, or something similar, the hood on its head threateningly long. Being only a silhouette, Miranda couldn't figure out who the odd person was standing in her doorway and immediately assumed the worst. Okay, she thought, it doesn't have a scythe. But... it looks scary enough. And...
"Hey, can I have my ball back now?"
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The sound of ANY voice would have made poor Miranda scream right now.
Daisya jumped slightly. "Hey, calm down. What's your problem?" He leaned against the doorframe, a snicker in his voice. "Did I scare you?"
Miranda was making unintelligible noises, and was now in the fetal position on the floor, staring at her hands. "Don't hurt me..."
"...Wha...? I just wanted my ball back." He walked right in, plucked it off the ground, and started for the door again. "I guess I'll just be going now-"
"WAIT!"
He looked up, startled. "Huh?"
"I-I-I mean... " She was still shivering uncontrollably. "I-I-just." She breathed a shaky sigh. "You startled me."
"Aah. I see. You were listening to Lavi again, weren't you?" Daisya looked at her pointedly. Miranda just noticed how creepy that pointed makeup, coupled with the bandages on his head, looked. She nodded silently.
"All right," He grinned (almost wickedly), "If it'll cheer you up, I'll tell you a story that you can tell Lavi. And it'll be sure to keep him away from you from now on." His eyes, shiny as ever, waited for her approval. She nodded again.
"It goes like this," he started. "It was a dark, and stormy night..."
Miranda, wailing, bolted out of the room, leaving a bemused Daisya leaning against her doorframe. He chuckled slightly and continued kicking his soccer ball around the halls of the Order.
Well, there it is! Chapter 2! Ahem... I HOPE I got Daisya right, like I said. I don't know that much about him, so I'm really sorry about any OOC-ness... *hopeful smile*
Anyway, see you around in Chapter 3!