DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Mar 13, 2013 22:11:38 GMT -8
Almost a whole day later ... "You're my Satanic familiar now, Snowball." "..." "Haha. But seriously. You are." Alex removed the crucifix hanging around his neck, separated the chain from pendant, and tucked little silver and gold Jesus into his wallet (it was a gift from his mother, after all). "I need a pentagram. Come with me ..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 16, 2013 0:31:55 GMT -8
Later that night...Micah flopped onto his bed and fell into a deep sleep... The piercing white light hummed in Micah's eyes, he felt like he was floating in a vast abyss, unattached. The dry heat of the sunlight burnt at his skin. White noise filled his head. A sickly sweet smell filled his nostrils, but he was used to it. Dust flowed thickly through the air, particles that had once been people.
He stood in the comm centre of 403, staring at the deep cracks that arced across the centre of the floor like a spider's web. The room was empty save for shadows that danced in the corners. Only his breath reminded him he was still alive, that there was sound left in the world. There was really only one thing left to do...
A sudden cackle ripped from the shadows behind him, it seemed to come from every corner at once. A form moved from the shadows in front of him but breath came upon his shoulder from behind. Micah spun around only to find himself alone, always fucking alone.
He felt a hand touch his arm then a push and he stumbled forward. He scrambled back towards the false safety of the shrinking edges of the cracks. Next time it would break and it would all be over, if only he could let go...
If only he could let go...
Time drove on immeasurably. It nagged at him, drove him insane, let go of what though?
Let go of what?
His breath seemed to speak to him and yet he heard nothing. He cocked his head to the side, to listen to the sound that wasn't there.
Safe from what?
The silence felt suddenly like a thunderous roar that he couldn't shut out, he wanted to scream just to hear another sound but nothing could escape his lips. He had to let go...
There was something he had to do. If only he could remember what it was...
He had to let go...
His nose was bleeding again, but this time he felt warm fluid pour from his eyes and ears as well. A puddle of red muck grew on the ground, seeping towards the myriad of cracks on the floor. Escaping...
Everything was being released, so why couldn't he also just let go?
What was it he had to do?Micah shifted off into a deeper sleep, the dream slipped from his mind. He woke up feeling well rested, did his morning things and headed off to the Comm centre. He felt positive, it was going to be a good day.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 17, 2013 22:04:19 GMT -8
For Micah it was a good day! He had helped with Chantelle, hung out with Nora and others, and generally did nothing important, LIKE A BOSS.
At various points through the day, both Micah and Alex got the pets, took 'em out for a while, and put them back. At one point, Alex came by the apartment to try teaching Snowball some tricks. Snowball behaved demonically, whatever that means.
At 10ish, Alex came back to the room, followed a little later by Micah. By 11 they were just starting to fall asleep.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 17, 2013 22:51:51 GMT -8
Alex & Micah are just barely asleep.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Mar 18, 2013 14:19:35 GMT -8
Alex was half-asleep when a racket woke him like cold water to the face. Was a tornado-quake attacking 403? Good lord. Worse. He didn't feel the ground shaking. A poltergeist must have invaded the building a la Cornish College and REI. Soon, they'd be neck deep in dark ghosts and telekenetic monsters. He clutched a pillow with terror. No, no, no. Die heroically, Knight of Satan. Protect the old, the young, and the art students.Ah, good ol' headvoice! Obnoxious as ever. It had a point, though. But first things first ... "Micah! MICAH!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 18, 2013 14:30:44 GMT -8
Micah had first thought it was just Alex practising dancing or some shit like that and had attempted to go back to sleep. Then he heard Alex call out and he forced himself to wake, the guy sounded panicked. He threw on a pair of jeans and wandered into the lounge rubbing sleep from his eye. "What the fucking hell is going on? Are you okay Alex, it's not another cockroach is it?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 18, 2013 14:51:19 GMT -8
Micah couldn't make himself stay ignorant for long, as the Comm Center nearby sounded like it had come to life and taken up kickboxing.
((RP going out into the hall if you will, but only up to that point. Everything outside this room, you will use "6th floor" thread - after I describe the scene there for you..))
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Mar 18, 2013 15:24:53 GMT -8
Hurriedly, Alex grabbed his sledgehammer and joined Homeboy. "Trouble. Arm yourself. I need to understand what's happening. If it's like Cornish ..." He bit his thumb. "If it's like Cornish, we better evacuate. Be right back." Alex ran to the door and opened it cautiously. Just as cautiously, he entered the hallway.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 18, 2013 17:28:44 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 20, 2013 22:34:38 GMT -8
Micah crept inside the room, bat raised. Snowball nearly tripped him by cris-crossing in front of his feet repeatedly. Snowball- "..."
Micah leaned his head around to see more of the white shirt, and saw more clearly...He couldn't tell who it was, he almost thought Dr. Victor again for a second, they were about the same height. Davin? One of those PanPac people? WTF? The man stood in the center of the living room, looking down at something on the floor rather intently. The smell of gunpowder wafted in stronger, and some kind of disgusting undead blood smell. Probably a Patti aftermath.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 20, 2013 23:07:04 GMT -8
Micah raised the bat further trying to ignore the fact that his hand were causing it to shake. He pushed Snowball aside with his foot and moved forwards. A horrible thought played across his mind, where was E.R? He hoped to fuck that the guy wasn't staring down at the zombie bitten corpse of a beagle. The smells were getting to him, clean up was going to be a bitch. He didn't want any shit going down in his apartment. He grinned at the thought of Ash and the mess that was his apartment. Sucks to be him. He pulled his focus back on the intruder and took a deep breath. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment with all this shit going down? Err whatcha looking at?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 20, 2013 23:29:30 GMT -8
The man started to turn very slowly at Micah's words, and as though to answer the earlier wondering, E.R. came running from under the couch. E.R. - "YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE! "
He jumped all up on Micah's pant leg, and ran behind him. Snowball had sauntered into the room, unimpressed by the intruder. Speaking of which, Micah had taken his eye off him for a second, and now... he was gone! The room seemed empty....
E.R. still hid behind Micah, and wouldn't go back in the room. Snowball hopped up on the couch, and stared at Micah for a moment. Snowball- "..."
--then looked up at the ceiling. Micah followed the cat's gaze............ .... ??- "KKKKKKKKKuuuuu...!!!" A ghoulish face dropped just a few inches from Micah's, and the scent of rancid mushrooms was overwhelming! A drip of creamy pus ran from the slit-like mouth, and the spectre's hair waved in an unseen breeze.(Will Micah be ensorceled by the spooky vision, or fight its gaze?)
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 20, 2013 23:57:08 GMT -8
Micah dropped the bat in fright and tried to keep his eyes from it's horrid gaze. He focused instead on it's ugly orange tie.It was truly a horrible tie and looked almost like a strip of pumpkin flesh. Was this really Dr. Vic's swarthy business twin come to claim his digs back or just some chump spectre? Micah looked hopefully at Snowball, half expecting it to rescue him. Even if Snowball could, he doubted it cared. Stupid cat. Where was Lassi when you really needed her? Micah did what he did best. "HELP! HELP! FUCKING CEILING GHOST!!" ((Realised that with that shade it couldn't be beige :B))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 21, 2013 0:20:31 GMT -8
Micah threw himself against the door as he screamed for help. E.R. - "Rk! Bwoof!" He realized in all the racket of the mayhem going around him, his screams must have been lost. Itoji and the other demon in the next room laughing and shrieking, some sort of screaming coming from downstairs... He tried to focus on the tie but the glistening eyes were so tempting to look at, and the face was drawing closer, so slowly... ??- "kkkkkkkkgggggggggggg...."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 21, 2013 0:50:25 GMT -8
Micah let out one last piercing scream. "E.R GET HELP! GHOST! FUCK! SNOWBALL? PLEASE!" Like all things you shouldn't look at, the sun, eclipses, weird porn, animal youtube clips and coconut monkeys. Micah felt his eyes inextricably drawn to the dark beetle eyes.. No he wouldn't...Well... Micah fell into the thrall of those eyes, as black as midnight on a moonless night. Not the dead puppies again. Sorrow filled his mind like a hundred emo songs at once, he felt like listening to pop music suddenly. It was like that scene in an ' Affair to remember' only worse.
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