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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 22:32:33 GMT -8
The world is white, twisting and lumpy. It's as though every object in the world has been wrapped in white painter's canvas that still writhes and turns. There is no sound but flapping cloth, there is no scent but a vauge sense of Band-aids. The world has become completely alien, or is it the same world at all?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 22:34:47 GMT -8
What was formerly a bathroom is now a cavern of cloth, stalactites and stalagmites of twisted fabric and draped lumps are the only landmarks. There doesn't appear to be a door, or a discernible light source, and yet they can see everything in a soft grey glow.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 30, 2012 22:40:28 GMT -8
Andrew began to blubber and tried to keep his sobbing internal. He shut his eyes and tried to block everything out. He knew it was all his fault. He just knew it was all his fault for being such a liar. All he wanted to do was just have a normal time at a dance and they all ruined it... and it was his fault. Pulling his legs to his chest, he hugged himself until the world around him was gone.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 22:47:35 GMT -8
The strange thing was, he hid... and the world did not change. It seemed, the humans were the only instability in this place. The world felt as solid and as real as if they'd just walked through a door to it. He felt the nubs of wrinkled cloth under his bum, and his arm brushed against the rough texture of canvas. He could see the finest detail of the thread and weave. The world was gently rushing, and constricting. Like some strange organism.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 30, 2012 22:51:10 GMT -8
"Not... again..." Andrew stood up, letting the pants drop and shivering. It wasn't cold, just foreign. He felt flushed, hot, as the walls seemingly began to tighten around him. Was there any way out? "Luka? LUKA!?!? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?!?" He shouted in between gasps of trembling breaths. Andrew moved slowly, trying to find where the exit had been.
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Post by Audrey Siddons on Oct 30, 2012 22:51:30 GMT -8
"Ooh, n-no." Luka blinks, turning rapidly, trying to decipher the change. "It's just gone. We're just gone." He says, flat. He thinks he might just stand there forever, but then he realizes he's not going to surrender to oblivion in his fucking red underwear. He pushes through at Andrews screaming. "Hey, here, Andrew, here. Andrew. Andrew, come on. We have to assume that if we lose each other here we're alone forever. Because if we don't, whatever this is can prove us right. Get up. C-come, come on." Luka moves forward and grabs Andrew's hand. He waits for him to look back, then forces a smile. "Like before, okay?" He drops it, though, and waits for Andrew to choose on his own. He feels each lump in the cloth and tries to push through. Everything is so white. Even Andrew's colors are muted, Luka doesn't wear bright pants. He does wear bright boxer-briefs, though, He laughs, because of course the color of his underwear would be the one thing keeping him sane when thrown into a random dimension.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 30, 2012 22:54:46 GMT -8
"Oh, Luka..." Andrew's grip made sure Gabriel didn't let go. "How... how are you so strong? I mean, I don't think I can make it... like make it at all, please, don't... don't leave." He squeezed the hand tightly and leaned against him.
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Post by Audrey Siddons on Oct 30, 2012 23:06:48 GMT -8
. Luka doesn't want to say "I'm not" or "don't say that." So he doesn't. Instead he forces a grin and says. "Haven't you noticed? I'm wearing blood red Halloween drawers. Tis the fucking season." He runs a hand through his hair so hard it hurts, and pushed forward against the cloth, turning his head, fearful of suffocation. "A man I once knew t-told me my pretty ass would get me into trouble one day." He gestures wildly at the world around them with his free hand. "Woo, l-look, more trouble!"
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 30, 2012 23:13:57 GMT -8
Andrew tried not to giggle, but there was so much emotion pent up, something had to give. "Come on, Luka. It is a trouble maker... let's... Gah, let's just get out of here. Okay? We'll smooth out whatever else is wrong with existence later. High school is difficult enough without... this..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 23:44:56 GMT -8
The two boys examine their imprisonment inside the rough white cloth. Rather like a painter's nightmare isn't it? All white canvas and not a drop of paint to go on it. Luckily, neither of you are artists. There is no door, there is only cloth. What do you do?
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 30, 2012 23:49:50 GMT -8
Andrew squeezed Gabriel's hand, mostly for his own realization that he was still there. Using his other hand, the mostly nude teen began to push at the rough canvas. He tried to continuously move in one direction, to the best of his abilities.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 31, 2012 9:32:23 GMT -8
"You ... you know, Luka, my... my mom... she... she is still a big and powerful lawyer... and junk... but... my dad and mom got divorced... because she..." Andrew swallowed hard, squeezing Gabriel's hand. "She drinks a lot. And, my grandfather... he, well he didn't want us around after that. So... I... Yeah, I just want to, like, clear my conscience from all of this... And I think you're a really nice guy for taking care of me. I... I never have been so scared in my whole life. Not even when she threw bottles at the walls and stuff. I... I steal money to still pretend I'm rich. I lie about them because I don't want to be messed up like... like the other freaks. I... I just have different things, Luka, different things going on in my life that no one else has and... and I just want to get through this so I can be a good person... a real good person." Andrew knew the canvas wasn't exactly wiping his tears away, but he found some solidarity in honesty. At least he wasn't shaking. His mountain of lies seemed relatively small while pushing through such a field of nightmare grey.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 11:04:30 GMT -8
Andrew found as he pushed, that he would either have to tear his way out, or slip between the folds and risk being enveloped in suffocating cloth.
Does he move toward where he imagines the 'door' was, or somewhere else?
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 31, 2012 11:06:47 GMT -8
Andrew let out a low, calming breath. He couldn't shake his anxiety without his lucky rock, however, and the thought of its absence seemed to make him a little more on edge. He pushed, still unsatisfied with being stuck. "Luka, help me find where the door was... please?"
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Post by Audrey Siddons on Oct 31, 2012 11:53:52 GMT -8
He was still a bit lost in the turn their conversation had taken, so he let out a sigh of relief when Andrew gave him the chance to focus again. "Yeah, yes. You were on the.... floor here, and I-" He backtracked, rerunning their entrance. "I was here." He stood in the spot and spun a 180. "So is this thing the door?" He gestured at another wall of white. He supposes it looks different than the rest and pushes forward, pulling back the first layer. He pauses, and shoots a sheepish look at Andrew. "Uhm, the... talking. Let's just... I just need us to move, or something. I'm thinking, okay? I just... need a second. And I need to move."
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