<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Casey wasn't particularly happy with herself right at that moment. Not only was she kicking her house and screaming like a dying banshee, she's also had some memory loss. Because how could she forget that he could read her mind? What else did she expect? For them to drop their entire story that have been working so hard at to finally say 'oh we looked through your mail'? No, she just completely forgot that these men were complete whack jobs within the last five minutes. How could someone do that? They haven't been here more than ten minutes and she was already going insane. <br/><br/>With her face scrunched up like a stuffed toy stuck between the bed and the wall, Casey placed one hand on her hip, letting the other grab her hair as if it was sand on the beach. They really knew how to make things worse, didn't they? That was actually really hard to do. After a while, people start running out of things to say to make themselves look like even more of a jackass, but they.. They are experts, she knew that for sure. Really? A good laugh? What about any of this was funny? Was she on some sort of grotesque prank show? Was this all some elaborate ruse to get her to freak out on some hidden camera show? Because these guys couldn't be for real.<br/><br/>Although she felt like barking at them again like an angry drill Sargent, she forced her teeth to bite her lips closed until she was given her answer. Which of course was as dumb as the last few explanations they had given. But they were persistent, she had to give them that. Not only with their story but also with their characters they are all playing, because again, no one can be that big of a jerk. "Wait, wait, wait, wait." Casey laughed, shaking her hands with a grin. "You're blaming me? For all of this?" Her finger pointed to them,"You're blaming me... for freaking out?" Another laugh erupted from her mouth,"At all of this?" She vaguely gestured to the room. "Okay, let me get this straight."<br/><br/>Casey steps towards the group so she can look at all of them and gesture to the window properly. "I come home to find a bunch of stranger had broken in and bleeding out on my floor. Then you guys all magically wake up, clean up the mess, then decide to tell me that you are some mythical beast that gains it's powers from sex." She threw her hands in the air, now yelling. "And if that wasn't bad enough, you stalked me figure out who I am and then blame it on the fact that you read minds and then claim you can't leave because of some weird barrier?! How in the hell do you expect me to react?!" She bent down slightly at the knees and dramatically puckered her lips,"To just jump all over you and have passionate sex? To just welcome you with open arms and shower you in gifts?!" Casey then returned to a standing position, placing her hands on her hips again."If you expected me to be anything besides angry and fucking traumatized, then you all must be completely out of your minds." Oh wait. She rolled her eyes,"I forgot, you all ARE!!" She glared distinctly at Aaron. "You know what I want? I want you all OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!"</span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Breathing heavily from all the excessive yelling, the red head tried to catch her breath while another one of the boys tried to defend her position. Which didn't make much sense whatsoever. These men were obviously criminals and sex offenders or escapees from a mental asylum or something. Who else would break into a woman's house and say they're Incubi? But if they actually were criminals, why would they be arguing with one another about their obvious plan? They had to be insane. Completely insane and trying to use some sort of mind games to get her to think they really aren't out to get her. Like in some psychological horror movie or something. <br/><br/>But the problem was what she was going to do? She couldn't call anyone, her computers weren't up and running. She could still leave. If they really couldn't leave then she can get to her car without them chasing her. But if they could, which they really could, then her running for the door might trigger one of them to chase her, seeing as they probably couldn't have anymore nor any better excuse to keep her here. And she really didn't feel like being bound in a chair or being tackled or restrained in any way. Especially since her first encounter with one of them was an invasive one. <br/><br/>Casey crossed her arms and huffed once Richard was done talking. Grinding her teeth, she barked,"Why can't you leave? Why do you need to stay here?" Maybe if she played along for a little bit, she can find a time to get out.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>