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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 23:10:15 GMT -8
(Anxious) Edmund- "I don't know but there's demons everywhere. We came here through the ship, I don't know if there's another way. You seemed to have gotten wet, very wet. Do you know why you're making gravy? There's sheets in the bedroom, you could try drying yourself? " How did I end up here? I was with Harriet and then the little me got sucked out. Why was I naked? Hopefully Diane hadn't seen it. I didn't think that was appropriate for a client, hell or not.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 23:13:03 GMT -8
She was breathing hard, visibly, like a baby bird. She looked down at her
hands-- fingers just as blue as her lips. She shook her head slowly and then looked to you with pleading eyes. Diane- "Did we do something? Is that why I'm here with you? Is this hell, because we... sinned? I don't even believe in that. But then, why...?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 19, 2018 23:28:54 GMT -8
(Anxious) I almost fell off the chair.Edmund- "WHAT?! NO! I uh don't think so. Uh you weren't upstairs right? We certainly didn't do anything before getting here. Oh! You mean.... HahahaHA. No. We're good people. Both of us. We don't belong here. It's Mills. He somehow sent us here... I think we need to look for the doors behind the walls or something like that. Have you tried leaving this house?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 20, 2018 0:03:36 GMT -8
Diane- "I'm too afraid to leave. I hear things, Edmund. Something moving around upstairs, someone trying to open the back door but they're gone every time I look. I feel like I've been here forever." She comes to sit at the bare kitchen table and drops her head, sobbing.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 20, 2018 0:25:13 GMT -8
(Anxious) I put a hand on her cold shoulder from across the table. I had to blink back tears of my own, it was hard to keep my emotions in check. I shivered trying not to think about the horrible things I had seen today.Edmund- "I'm sorry. We can both go upstairs and find out. These things like mind games, You can't just sit in the same spot. We talked about this. You have to confront things head on, whether it's pleasant or not. I don't think anything could surprise me right now. Except maybe a glass of scotch and a nice meal. Ha! Seriously I think I'd sell my soul for a scotch." A tear escaped my eye and my voice wavered.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 20, 2018 23:44:45 GMT -8
She felt as cold as she looked. She brought up one of those deathly, bluish hands
and placed it over yours. Diane- "I guess... there's this food. I must be m-making it for a reason..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 20, 2018 23:53:46 GMT -8
(Anxious) I wasn't sure I wanted what she was cooking. My hand twitched as I tried not to move it.Edmund- "You don't know? Are you... Are you sure you're you? I don't mean to uh sound rude... Are you sure you're still alive, Diane? They made a fake version of Giselle and of one of my other clients... Said she committed suicide a year after I finished treatment with her. Like it was my fault for n.. not listening. Am I that terrible a psychologist? Did you try?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 0:04:31 GMT -8
She sat up, her wet hair left a little puddle on the table. She looked at you solemnly. Diane- "What if I... wasn't? What would I do? Just be stuck here forever stirring this--"
She leapt up and returned to stirring the gravy."Damn, it's sticking... Oh Edmund... Here I am, asking you what to do for every little thing. Maybe I'm just some s-stupid ghost."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 0:32:37 GMT -8
(Anxious) Edmund- " Well I think you should stop. We don't need gravy. Is there anything in the oven?" I got off my chair and checked the oven.Why was she cooking gravy? It seemed an odd punishment.Edmund- " I don't think you're a dumb ghost at all. Do you remember water? You look drowned... Like you fell on stones. It's okay, Diane. I'm here and I won't go anywhere without you..." I couldn't face being alone again.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 0:52:01 GMT -8
The oven was still warm, but switched off. That roast was still sitting on the
counter though, cooling under the aluminum foil, presumably. Diane- "You're stuck here too? Do you think there's any hope to leave? I feel like that red light will..." Now you were both standing, and so close... She wavered on the spot,
looking like a marble statue version of herself. Her hair still dripped, no signs
of it ever drying. Maybe that's just how she was going to be forever.
She reached out her hands to you, tentatively.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 1:05:00 GMT -8
(Anxious) I take her cold wet hands and try to lead her out of the house.Edmund- "Probably. I don't remember even getting to this house. Maybe I'm the demon? I just woke up nude in the bed. I thought this was a nightmare but apparently not or I haven't woken up. Either way we're not getting answers here unless it's in this roast. Perhaps you'll start remembering if we leave. Come on. " I mumbled under my breath.""He was with his babysitter... I think."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 14:44:46 GMT -8
You walk her toward the front door-- ouch, what's wrong with your ankle?
A giant insect skitters over the front windows and Diane lets out a sad little yelp.
Her hands warm in yours, though now she is shivering.
Diane- "Not yet... can't we stay? Just for a little bit. I'll catch cold if I go out like this..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 15:03:01 GMT -8
(Anxious) I yelped too, both in pain and fright.Of course insects were humungous in this demon land, because of course they were. They probably sucked your soul out or something too.Edmund- "Jesus Christ! Yeah... Yeah. I'm not going anywhere in a hurry. I think I sat on my leg wrong or something. Let's try some of that gravy and roast you worked so hard on, but first let's get you to the bedroom. There were sheets and blankets, we can warm you up. Perhaps then you might remember more. " I began directing her back that way, leaning on her more than I cared to. What in hell had I done to my ankle?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2018 15:06:57 GMT -8
She helped you along, but each step up the stairs was a mini-agony. She paused
outside the bathroom, which was pleasantly clean after all the grime you'd grown
accustom to. The longer she was in contact with you, the more alive she seemed.
Pink returned to her ears and lips, though she was still very pale. Diane- "It would be nice to be clean. Um... maybe I could put your clothes in the wash?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2018 15:15:27 GMT -8
(Anxious) I squeezed her hand a little. She wasn't dead after all. Perhaps it was even her. I didn't care too much, it was a good illusion. It looked very good. The idea of clean clothes was far too tempting too. I was sick of fighting and been run ragged. I deserved some comfort.Edmund- "Sure, why not? When in hell, right? Does it even work or does acid come out instead of water? Clean to the bone hahaha. Oh god. Did you want to go first. We can uh protect our modesty with the sheets. Does hell provide towels?""
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