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Post by Suyoi on Oct 31, 2012 11:57:56 GMT -8
"I think we're a bit under equipped... but... I think we have to cut... or tear... or... uh... squeeze..." Andrew's voice held increasing trepidation as his pauses progressed.
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Post by Audrey Siddons on Oct 31, 2012 12:39:29 GMT -8
"Squeeze? Well... I'm not actually sure what squeezing curtain world w—" Luka stopped, turned, put one hand on Andrew's shoulder, looked him in the eyes, and smiled. "I have a poorly formed plan." He announced and shot behind him. "Don't lose the door." He said, throwing himself to the ground where Andrew had abandoned his pants. After a few seconds, he crowed and held his lighter in the hair like a newly reclaimed Excalibur. Still humming from his discovery, Luka rushed back over to Andrew, ripping his shirt off without any real explanation, leaving himself in a pale wifebeater. "So we have a lighter. We are at least somewhat equipped." He tore the shirt quickly (and loudly) into horizontal strips and set to tying them together. "Do you think we should use it now or save it? I've got a pen too, we can use it to rip through the... sheets?" He was now wielding a four foot odd rope of twisted grey shirt, and he tied one end of it around his wrist. He held the other end out to Andrew with a raised eyebrow and a bit of a silly grin. He looked quite the odd vision now — hair mussed and clad only in a tight white ribbed tank, with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the band of his red boxer-briefs and a pen tucked ridiculously behind his ear. Honestly, the night looked like it'd played out a lot more fun than it had. "You get it? So we can't lose each other."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 31, 2012 12:45:40 GMT -8
Andrew nodded, graciously accepting the grey shirt. He tried to hide a smile, but felt his eyes welling up with more tears. "I just want this to work... so... start cutting, okay? I'll get your back with, uh... yeah. I'll look out."
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Post by Audrey Siddons on Oct 31, 2012 12:50:06 GMT -8
"Roger." Luka whipped out the pen and dragged it down the first expanse of cloth he can reach, and the noise as it ripped is briefly cathartic.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 13:49:49 GMT -8
The boys ripped through the cloth until the could see vague light from it. They pushed through to a cocoon-like tunnel of torn cloth and flapping string, stepping over the gnarled ground that still writhed beneath their feet like it was breathing. They came to a huge, open area of the cloth, peeking out from behind their 'cave' walls. Something was moving... some kind of figures. Did they dare look?
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 31, 2012 13:54:16 GMT -8
"Luka... over there. What is that?" Andrew pointed and stepped even closer to Gabriel, clutching his shoulder. It felt warm and smelled like fresh perspiration, but that was oddly comforting. Maybe he put his head on Gabriel's shoulder for more than just comforting, but he wouldn't exactly vocalize that. He did wrap the cloth over his wrist, though, like a wrist watch.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 14:12:30 GMT -8
The figures were oddly shaped, moving in ways that nothing organic moved save for maybe time-lapse photography of flowers blooming. One looked like it was made out of knuckles and turkey skin, and the other was glossy and wet like dog's tongues. They were a bit hard to see, being pale colored and set in a world of writhing white cloth, but they were at least seven feet tall each, sometimes taller depending on the movements of their flapping appendages. The creatures spoke like they were being played by tape recorders with blown out speakers being played under a pillow. As they spoke, tendrils and flaps of skin undulated, and caressed each other. ???- Hey baby, what do you think the odds are? You look good in that dress, but you're gonna look better tonight when I take it off! ???- Oh! D-don't talk like that right now! You're embarrassing me. ???- Don't be embarrassed baby, it's perfectly natural.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 31, 2012 14:26:06 GMT -8
Andrew couldn't scream; he barely had enough sense to keep moving. There had to be... something wrong. Everything was wrong, every last detail, every horrible motion, every muffled noise. He felt trapped in a kaleidoscope of limbs and canvas, like some horrible nightmare regarding an art test he never studied for. Everything was so incorrigibly wrong. Something told him he was underneath every dress and every bedsheet in Parkville simultaneously. It was oddly almost comical, if that nagging impending doom sensation would go away. "L..L..Luka... what's happening? почему?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 15:27:03 GMT -8
???- "I love this song! I just died in your arms tooniiight! Hehehe." ???- "You're so hot baby. Hey... c'mere..." The creatures moved towards each other, and the shimmering flaps of skin unfolded and dark tendrils bloomed out from the center, and tangled around each other lovingly.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 31, 2012 15:37:02 GMT -8
"It's the dance! Luka! это танец!" Andrew tugged on Gabriel. He began to stutter; his arm frantically flailed in the direction of the floor. "We must be almost out... I think... in there! There is... they are... it... it is.. I... uh... Cut down! Cut down there! We can get out there, right?!? "
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 16:02:45 GMT -8
Andrew watched the creatures writing against each other, and felt ill. So ill... bile ran up his throat and tickled, and he could help himself. He vomited, doubling over, his long ruined hairdo brushing against the cloth wall. He felt like he would fall forward into the void... and he did.
ANDREW ONLY-- GO TO CAFETERIA THREAD
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Post by Audrey Siddons on Oct 31, 2012 16:58:22 GMT -8
Luka was transfixed in disgust, he couldn't rip his eyes away from the writhing figures. He blanched, horrified. "Oh, god, Andrew. I can't..." He shook his head fiercely, trying to block them out. "Yes, yeah, let's—" And Andrew was sick, and then he was gone. Luka drew in a fast breath and stared at the cloth rope, so obviously useless. He tore it off with a harsh rip, a bracelet of cotton remaining in a knot on his wrist, and threw it in the direction of the figures. His heart slammed against his chest and he found himself nauseous and scared and angry and alone. Those fucking candies.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 17:03:18 GMT -8
The figures rubbed against each other luridly, and Gabriel swore he could hear other strange phantoms of sounds, but the whole world was alive and breathing, flexing and swelling. Andrew was just gone, he fell through the cloth like a hole had just opened up and was blinked out of existence. The place where he fell was firm, and did not yield to Gabriel's touch. The cloth beneath his feet snaked slowly and curled against his shoes like it might like to engulf his body like Kudzu overwhelming an abandoned building.
What does Gabriel do? Does he stay put, try to go somewhere else, confront the creatures, something else?
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Post by Audrey Siddons on Oct 31, 2012 17:16:44 GMT -8
He kicks at the writhing ground, flinches away from it. The figures are all over each other, a mortifying display of... he's not sure what of, but he can't stand it. Whatever they are, they at least are. He surges forward, feeling both vulnerable and indestructible. He has nothing, really, between him and whatever monstrous thing this world can throw at him next, but death at the end of this ordeal would be no surprise. "Hey!" he shouts, close enough to... he knows this is stupid, he can't actually explain how he did it... close enough to touch. So he does, shoving his hand forward, against the slick skin of the... pinker thing.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 17:20:11 GMT -8
The creature felt soft and wet and warm. The slick skin beneath Luka's touch felt like it pulsed with an alien heartbeat. ???- "Oh! No, don't touch me there Kevin...! People can see us!"
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