Suyoi
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 23:44:56 GMT -8
Andrew blinked in the short term, then nodded, gasping. He reached up and grappled Michael, allowing himself to be pulled up. He couldn't keep the weird feeling of violation from him, something dark crawling inside him from that horrible silken cocoon. And he certainly didn't feel like a butterfly now. He let his sore hand grab onto Michael's and laced their fingers together. "Michael... we... where are we? We... made it? The... the shovel, club?" Andrew frantically glanced around, but never let go of Michael's hand... not this time.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 23:52:03 GMT -8
Michael- "Do you believe in hell? ...Do you think this is it? It doesn't seem that bad to me."
Michael looked around the environment for a moment, just taking in the strange complicated folds of glossy fabric. Andrew held his hand tightly though his skin burned for it, but in time that pain began to feel comforting-- it was a feeling, and that was better than nothing. Michael kicked around in the cloth, and eventually found the broad head of the spade, though the club seemed hopelessly lost. They recalled the press of time, and had no idea how long this sprawling journey had taken. Michael offered him the spade, but also seemed content to hold it himself. He cut a strange figure, his black clothes dampened with sweat and his hair in spider leg strings in his face. Michael- "I guess we just move. Let's do it..."
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 1, 2012 23:54:15 GMT -8
Andrew let Michael hold the club, moving in close step behind him, only relinquishing the hand by placing his own around Michael's waist, thumb in his belt. "Look, no more separation, okay? We'll go. I got your back."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2012 0:00:01 GMT -8
Michael lead Andrew through the red, which brushed against the tops of the head and their faces like gentle caresses. This place smelled like burning dust, and little particles of it floated lazily through the air. Michael was like some kindly Grim Reaper with his spade, leading Andrew into the world of the damned.
Andrew, Michael, move to THE RED LODGE
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