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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 21:26:21 GMT -8
Andrew tried to keep swinging, his vision fading from the normal back into the weird place he was sucked to... flashing like lightning in contrast between the pair. He heaved a heavy breath, glaring around, tauntingly, still feeling the anger rising above the nausea and pain. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOO!" He smashed the club against the canvas, beating it repeatedly, grunting and groaning, and sweating and screaming.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 21:33:55 GMT -8
Andrew-- You twist around in the cloth blindly flailing, until you realize that you are the only thing that's moving anymore. It's like Little Nemo tangled in the blankets. Your face is swaddled in cloth but you see light through it...
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 21:45:33 GMT -8
- "Ouch!" A voice nearby, muffled by the cloth that surrounds you. - "Stop kicking, dummy." Andrew realises that something he thought was a cloth binding his leg, was actually quite warm... The cloth shuffles, and he sees light. Michael- "That hurt."
Michael rubs his shoulder with a grimace. His black clothes are covered with white lint and string from the loose cloth around them. The world is very complicated here, like they're inside an intricately knitted and moth-eaten sweater. "So this is what it's like huh... Yup, weird. I lost my spade in this somewhere..."
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 21:51:46 GMT -8
Andrew stopped, leaning up against him and finally wrapping his arms around Michael's waist. He felt like the only real thing left in the world. He cooed and tried to dust off what was left of the lint from Michael. "Michael! Oh, god, I'm sorry you... you got in here. Come on. We can't wait... we have to get through and back out. Oh, you're hurt. I'm... I'm sorry, Michael." Andrew peered up at him, his own eyes watering, the rage falling away like the tears that trickled, signing his face. "We can't give up anymore, Michael. We will get... we will get through this. Come on. We have to make sure everyone else is safe by... by stopping this."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 22:14:29 GMT -8
Michael- "I wonder if I'm better off because I'm not drug trippin'. Wait, you don't really seem like you're high either... Huh."
Michael gave Andrew a gentle squeeze, and then clambered out of the cloth completely, flopping around and sinking in part way. "This is embarassing, I feel like I'm in the ball pit at Chuck E Cheeze." Andrew felt his shin bump against something hard in the cloth, the Spade! Michael helped him to stand, and after practically falling over a million times over the gently rustling cloth, they found themselves on the edge of a deep slope. Michael pulled back a large sheet in their way, and they could see now-- They stood on the edge of a vast basin, like they were on the lip of a giant, deep bowl. The tangles of cloth at the center obscured what was there, but it seemed it was a long, long way down. Michael- "Have a feeling that's where we gotta go..."
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 22:20:39 GMT -8
Andrew swallowed, handing Michael the spade. He felt less awake than usual, for some reason, the world almost a comforting sight. It did keep him from being punished severely currently; but he couldn't really put a value on death yet. "Yeah. It's... it's like some weird palatial tent or something. We... we should hurry. I don't want to die now. Not after the Vice Principal heard me have a big hissy-fit. Come on. We're gonna do it! We're so close!" Andrew descended the sheets like they were a snowy hillside, skidding down on his feet, club in hand. "We got this! We're coming to bust this shit up, bitches."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 22:49:20 GMT -8
It was easier going down the slope than they'd expected, though it didn't feel very dignified. Bouncing and sliding down, getting rug burn on their hands and by the time they slowed to a stop at the bottom, practically having their shirts pulled over their heads. They lay in a heap in a tangled mess of writhing cloth, the landscape around them steep inclines in every direction. Michael- "Hope this is the way, because I don't think we can go back there again..."
They traversed the densely knotted whorls and peaks, and then it was easy to see-- the only color in the entire world besides their own bodies-- In the center of a clearing, a striking red spot. Michael approached, the spade in hand. The red was a room sized hole in the cloth. On the edges of the hole, the cloth turned to red silk, stitched on with a thick black thread, dropped below. The two boys approached the hole, and saw that the red cloth went down as far as they could see, and disappeared into darkness. Michael- "Wow."
WILL YOU JUMP DOWN? YES/ NO
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 22:55:57 GMT -8
Andrew rubbed his raw hands slowly, trembling. He frowned over the edge, staring at the gaping maw of crimson cloth. Everything seemed to be led to here, the nexus of this horrible cloth conglomerate. Andrew nodded slowly. He looked around, pondering. "I bet we can lower ourselves down by grabbing onto the red cloth... It'll be like falling, Mike, right? I bet we can get to the bottom easily like they do in movies. Just falling but slower on the cloth." Andrew swallowed, looking Michael deep into his eyes. "I'll go first, okay? Or do you want to go at the same time?" Tucking the golf club at the emergence of the silk cloth, he tugged it a little, hoping it was as easily to tear as he needed it to be. His free hand was offered out to Michael. "I like you to, Mike. Come on. Let's get this over with."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 23:06:27 GMT -8
Michael shook his head and gestured at the golf club. Michael- "You don't wanna fall on that thing."
He walked to the edge, and dropped the spade. They watched it fall, seemingly rather slowly. It bumped against the cloth, sending ripples up its silken sides, and it disappeared into the darkness, the waves of its descent lessening until the cloth was still. There was no sound of its landing. Michael encouraged Andrew to drop the golf club too. "Don't you think there's always been something romantic about a suicide pact?" He took Andrew's hand into his own, rough and rug-burned. He shrugged. "If you can't be with the one you love, huh?" He rolled his eyes and smiled crookedly, and moved to step toward the edge.
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 23:10:56 GMT -8
"You always were a charmer, weren't you?" Andrew nodded, quickly turning to Michael at the last step. He quickly placed the simple first kiss back on his lips, feeling the ground beneath his feet give way to the silken crimson hell. "First and last, Michael..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 23:21:48 GMT -8
Compared to the spade, their descent was a blink of an eye. Andrew caught one fleeting look at Michael's face, illuminated by red as the world seemed to fly away, a quickly vanishing white spot above them-- Andrew saw Michael's eyelids flutter closed, and the world became dark.
A feeling of motion and wind.
Then nothing. No sense of anything. No feeling of touch, nothing to see, nothing to hear...
There is only darkness here.
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 23:23:43 GMT -8
Andrew tried to shout, flail his arms, and finally to descend faster. Something had to be here. Something to punish for his torment. Something, anything. He didn't care if he looked like a fish out of water, he felt exhaustion, which meant he was doing something!
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 23:28:12 GMT -8
As Andrew cried out a muffled cry and then gasped for breath, he felt nearly suffocated. He became aware that his body was covered with something, silken darkness. Something formed to his face and filled his mouth as he gasped. He flailed and felt the silken movement against his bare skin. He was covered with smooth cloth in the complete darkness. He couldn't feel even the weight and hardness of the ground beneath him, for all he could tell, he was suspended, or was he still falling?
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 23:32:31 GMT -8
Pulling at the choking cloth seemed his only option as the rest of the world seemed to melt onto him. Clawing and scraping, he fought a battle on two fronts; his face and the cloth around him. Had picture day only been a week ago? He always hated how those errant thoughts clipped to the front of his mind. He burned, like his lungs, for some form of revenge, to change the events he seemingly couldn't. His rage to seize control kicked him into high gear. Kissing was just the beginning. There obviously was more! Gah, again?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 23:40:01 GMT -8
Andrew felt like the more he fought, the more he slid downward, the silken cloth slipping between his fingers, his burned hands stinging until he let go... and then.. he landed. *** Michael- "Hey-- you awake? Uh, blink twice if yes! Or... um say something." Andrew- "..." He couldn't speak just yet, his lungs still trying to recover from the blow. They were in a world of draped, silken red. The ground beneath them was solid, but covered with complicated drapery. Like the above world, there was no apparent light source here, but the world glowed as though it were lit from within. In time, Andrew recovered his voice.
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