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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 12, 2018 18:26:20 GMT -8
(Uneasy)Edmund- "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I spoke to the elevator for taking me away from those creatures. I covered my ears trying to muffle the words. Oblivion was the last thing I wanted. I had certainly acted like a fan of Nietzsche to impress younger colleagues at university but it had never been my thing. Far too dark and depressing. I never wanted to be forgotten by the world. I wanted to believe my life had a deep meaning. That I would write the kind of book that would haunt student's literary lists for years to come alongside Lord of the flies or Animal farm. My mind kept going back to those eyes, those dark pits of nothing. How could they be so empty. They seemed less than nothing. The pain it caused with words alone. How could creatures like that exist? It was some kind of nightmare. Had I been diagnosing sane people all along? How could I be sure anymore? I bit back another trembling lip, as I wondered how I would talk about this to my own supervising psychologist without seeming unhinged. How I would sleep without the help of heavy drugs. YrdnSMI8+ +0 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 12, 2018 19:01:25 GMT -8
The elevator climbed higher, to the sound of a little waterfall-- the water
pouring down from the flooded floor. The elevator quavered into place,
leaving you at the place you'd started the whole thing-- the corridor just
inside the vault door. However, the vault was gone, replaced by the elevator.
No way out... Water poured down the elevator shaft, but it didn't seem to
reduce how much you had to wade through.
The other doors were gone, leaving nothing but blank wall, and the corridor that led into the darkness.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 12, 2018 19:14:44 GMT -8
(Uneasy)I quickly stepped off the elevator before it took me back down there. I wasn't going back, not for anything. I moved forward, I wanted to get as far away as I could. Darkness be damned. The creature's face flashed into my mind. Everything about it was wrong. A dark mockery of a person.
I looked down at my suit, it was a shambles. Covered in oil, soot, water and blood. Hopefully they'd give me time to clean up if I made I out of here. This was not the image I wanted to present to the press.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 12, 2018 19:36:19 GMT -8
Your ear canals still burned, and every time you sniffed, you tasted blood.
But somehow you were hearing so much clearer. That spinning coin sound was still there, but now you could hear the distant voices that accompanied it.
Maybe better to not try to pick out what they were saying.
At the end of the corridor, you found a T-stop that went left and right.
From the right, you felt a cold breeze of fresh air. From the left, you felt
a subtle warmth.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 12, 2018 19:52:42 GMT -8
(Uneasy)I sang loudly to myself just to make sure I didn't pick out any words. I went towards the warmth. In this topsy turvy world I wasn't going to trust my instincts and go for the breeze. It could be a air-conditioning vent or something worse.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 12, 2018 19:56:18 GMT -8
At the end of the hall was a very simple, suburban door. Gold knob and all.
As you approached, you felt those grains of sand rolling around behind
your eyes. Maybe if you focused, you could alter your destination...
((Roll 2d10+Soul and describe what you visualize.))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 12, 2018 20:00:27 GMT -8
(Uneasy)I thought about my own front door. It's deep mahogany and proud red numbers. The little goblin door knocker that used to scare Tabby a little as a child. The scratch down the bottom where she'd driven one of her toy cars into it. The faded door mat that Gisselle refused to get rid of because I had given it to her when we moved in together. All the things that gave me comfort. I didn't care quite so much about Mills right now. Most books took huge liberties anyway. He wasn't going anywhere apart from jail and there'd be less weird murderers to make books of. WYM4ksZz+ -1 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 14:45:54 GMT -8
You sensed a pressure change. The door rattled slightly in its frame. Before you could reach for the knob-- a tiny eyelid opened on the door-- revealing a peephole.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 14, 2018 15:13:08 GMT -8
(Uneasy)I ran a hand through my hair. I didn't like this new found power. It was schizophrenic, classic schizophrenic. I had pitied clients who had held this bizarre belief. The environment shouldn't change on my whims. I rubbed at my eyes as if it would dispel the black sand within. The peephole was there for a reason though. I knelt down and put my eye against the hole to see what it would reveal.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 15:24:35 GMT -8
You leaned in close-- the eyelid had tiny white eyelashes, and winced slightly
at your breath, but you could peer through it well enough. Inside, you saw the
fish-eyed entryway of your home.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 14, 2018 15:52:27 GMT -8
(Uneasy)I stood up, opened the door and strode right in. It was what I had asked for after all.I just hoped it was real like some kid at Christmas. As long as it was a good illusion would it be so bad?Edmund- "Hello? Giselle? Tabby?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 16:02:21 GMT -8
"I'm at the table...!" You heard your wife call. There was something very odd about stepping
into your house from the flooded basement of an abandoned coal freighter.
Water was wicking in, soaking into the carpet.
Your wife was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a mug of coffee and
looking over a spiral notebook with a pile of envelopes. Just doing the
family budget, as she often did on her days off. She looked up to you with
a distracted smile. Something was strange about this, besides the obvious.
((Please roll 2d10+Perception))
Gisselle- "What are you doing home so early?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 14, 2018 16:23:02 GMT -8
(Uneasy)I pushed at the water with my foot, trying to get it out of my home. Giselle was going to freak out if she saw this. Why was it getting in? Why couldn't it just stay in the boat. It looked right for the most part, family photos and my golf gear laying near the door. The pleasant floral wallpaper and the warm smell of home, jasmine and vanilla. The comforting cleanliness. Giselle never let anything get out of place. When Tabby had drawn on the wall I had never seen her so mad.Edmund- "Honey? We need some towels... I ah I just decided it wasn't worth it. I just want to be home. It's too much." AVeoCryy+ +1 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 21:19:41 GMT -8
Gisselle- "Oh-- ha, well, great... Um... Maybe we should go out to celebrate! I'm tired of sitting around here." Something is extremely wrong, as much as you'd like to believe you'd
just found the portal to home. There's something flinty about Gisselle's
eyes. She glances furtively near the bedroom door and then away.
You see a man's shoe. You'd never wear tassel loafers...
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 14, 2018 21:26:24 GMT -8
(Uneasy)I took a breath, this wasn’t real it was just a reflection of my psyche. This was a good as time as ever to try to finally confront it. It wouldn’t count. I still looked to the door, maybe I could just leave. This wasn’t home. I didn’t have any proof that she’d slept with him. Maybe he had dropped in for a coffee. He was her client and just needed late night advice and had approached her at the party for further advice. Whispered softly in her ear. It made me squirm. It sounded weak. I swolled back the bile rising in my throat. I couldn’t just drive around the block this time.Edmund- ”Giselle... Who’s...who’s shoes are those? Are we alone?” VNOV8afi+ +2-1 ·
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