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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 0:08:09 GMT -8
∆§Indea§∆ Edmund, you wake up in bed. Ah... was it really all a dream? Your bed is big
and plush, with plain white comforters and sheets. The walls are bare and white,
no decorations. No knick-nacks or decor on the nightstand, just a plain white lamp.
You are totally nude under the covers.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 0:20:51 GMT -8
(Anxious) I close my eyes with relief. I sit up a little in bed trying to remember where I was. Some hotel?The nightmare still crawls under my skin. I needed a hearty breakfast to vanquish it.Edmund- "Hello? Is anyone around? Giselle?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 0:24:49 GMT -8
You hear some subtle movement downstairs. This is definitely not your bedroom,
but not your hotel room either. There is a vague, food-ish smell wafting in. A lady-ish person responds but their voice is too quiet to hear.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 0:31:13 GMT -8
(Anxious) I left the bed, wrapping the sheets around myself like a cloak and searched the room for clothing.I hoped it was Giselle down there and I hadn't made a horrible mistake last night. Was it the bender from hell or something? Not that she didn't deserve it.Edmund- "Just looking for some clothes!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 0:42:02 GMT -8
You find your clothes hanging inside a strangely empty wardrobe. They are
absolutely filthy, crusted in black filth, torn in places and still damp. But they
are the only clothes in the room.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 0:56:57 GMT -8
(Anxious) No no no no. I didn't like this. I had never got that drunk and these looked awfully familiar.I begrugedly put them on, not enjoying the feel of them on my skin. I moved quickly towards the voice and the food. That would at least give some comfort. The clothes felt like memories I wanted to forget. I longed for a clean suit and a clean mind. I felt like I'd been put on spin cycle with some bricks and dirt.Edmund- "Hello? It's Edmund. What uh... What happened to my clothes?" I was trying to be optimistic.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 21:32:47 GMT -8
The ladylike voice responded again, indiscernible. Dishes clanked and you made out the oven ventilation.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 21:51:34 GMT -8
(Anxious) I moved towards the voice and hopefully the kitchen.Why couldn't I hear her properly? Was there something with my hearing? I looked about still trying to work out where I was.Edmund- "HELLO? I CAN'T SEEM TO HEAR YOU?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 22:00:21 GMT -8
The house was very strange; empty, barren. Barely any signs of anyone living there. No family photos or decor, not even a stack of magazines on a coffee table. The smell of cooking meat hung in the steamy air. You rounded the corner by the sliding door-- damn, that latch was still broken. Standing in the kitchen was a woman in a soaking wet dress suit. Water pooled beneath her, her pantyhose were shredded, legs scraped and bleeding. Her blazer and skirt had probably once been a cream shade, now a dingy, stained beige. She turned around-- strawberry blonde hair gone a dismal brown with moisture, tangled over her forehead. Her skin was greyish, verging on blue at her lips.
Diane- "Edmund, good morning." Her voice was raspy, barely audible.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 22:17:20 GMT -8
(Anxious) " Demo..DIANE?! Wha..t happened? Is it you?" I stopped in my tracks, trying not to flat out run. I felt like it had to be her, why would a demon Diane look so wrecked? She looked worse than I did. She looked dead...
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 22:24:18 GMT -8
Diane- "--yes! Ha, I'm sorry I look like such a-- wreck." She cleared her throat a few times, it sounded completely ragged."I'm just so glad I finally found you." She has no shoes, just sopping around in the puddle in the shreds of her pantyhose.
She's busily whisking a gravy in a little saucepan. A baking pan sits on the counter,
covered with tented aluminum foil. Smells like a roast with carrots.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 22:39:29 GMT -8
(Anxious) Edmund- "I'm not exactly pristine myself.. How did you get here? You didn't really drive all the way to Detroit, right?" I sat down on a nearby chair and tried to rub away some of the dirt from my own clothes.Edmund- "Why are you cooking?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 22:46:05 GMT -8
Diane-
"I... don't remember. I was just here all of a sudden. What was I doing?
You know how I am. I left my house and then... I called you? Then...
oh no... what did I..." She sniffled, turned away from you, stirring furiously at that gravy.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 22:52:47 GMT -8
(Anxious) Edmund- "That was you? You were having an episode. Do you know how you ended up like this? Do you remember anything at all?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 22:56:04 GMT -8
She slowed in her stirring like a machine winding down. Finally she turned, still
looking as dreadfully frozen as before, water dripping from the tendrils of her hair. Diane- "Are we in hell, Edmund? Where is this? Why am I here? That red light... it's all I remember."
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