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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 3:08:57 GMT
DOOR TWO IS NOW OPEN!
The thin red door swings open, revealing a small, dimly lit corridor the width of the door itself. It's a tight squeeze. Good luck. Red wallpaper with an elaborate pattern decorate the walls, and the lights flicker from above. Luckily, the uncomfortable walk ends quickly, and the loud banging and groaning on the door is quickly muffled, a mere background tune to your journey. At the end of a corridor, is a small room. It looks sterile, too white, too clean. You are greeted with a notice sign, sunk into an odd, square, patch of grass. BEYOND THE DOOR IN FRONT OF YOU, THERE ARE TWO MORE DOORS.
TALK TO THE TWO OCCUPANTS OF THE ROOM.
ONE OF THEM SPEAKS LIES. THE OTHER, ONLY THE TRUTH.Behind the notice sign, there is a small red door with a shiny, golden handle. You'd best crouch to get through, now. ANGEL ALESSI @josephmale |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 20, 2013 0:50:23 GMT
He was hunched over, a hand pressed against his chest. He could feel his own heart hammering, still, though it was starting to slow. He could still hear the zombies on the other side, and with a grimace - at the squelch that accompanied every step he took – Angel made his way down the short hallway. It wasn't the most welcoming interior, but there was only one direction to go. Away from the ravenous undead.
And Nevada. He shook the thought off, combing through his mussed hair with his fingers. He frowned, crouching down to see the sign, lips moving silently as he read it. His brow furrowed – was this some sort of game?
He rose to his full height, eyes flickering around the room, searching for god-only-knew-what. Anything but the emptiness he found. It was unnerving. "This is fuckin' stupid." He mumbled.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 4:40:03 GMT
 Rosalie spilled into the narrow corridor behind the female who had been christened “the Streetwalker.” The walls pressed in on him from all sides, and Rosalie imagined not being to breathe for one moment, before deciding the notion to be stupid. He tried not to scare himself after that. Behind him, the muffled groans of the walking deceased made his skin crawl, and the hairs at the back of his neck prickled in warning. How could he let his guard down, when he and the motley horde behind him were only separated by a simple door? He began to walk before he could let his vivid imagination do a number on him (of course, walking without straying too close to Streetwalker). The unsettled pair reached the small room, reminding Rosalie of a claustrophobic hospital, so much he could have sworn he’d smelled antiseptic. Driven into a patch of grass—Rosalie wasn’t in the right state of mind to contemplate the grass—was a notice sign with an ominous message. “What the hell?” He squinted at the words, and then looked up to peer at the door in front of them. The handle gleamed threateningly. “We have to go in there?”Well, it was that or the zombies. With a harrumph, Rosalie pushed past Streetwalker and grabbed at the handle first, not knowing what to expect. But he was slowly beginning to rely more on adrenaline than common sense. ABYSS |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 1:37:25 GMT
You glimpse at feet. Two pairs, in fact, when you go through the little door.
The wallpaper attempts to make you feel as if you're in some beautiful garden, instead of some creepy old mansion. Roses drip from bushes, and you notice, strangely enough, some seem to be popping out of the wall. How strange. Wood is under your feet, but it's secure enough to make you feel there's nothing to worry about.
Two figures are sitting together, across from each other, on garden chairs with two delicate china cups.
ROLLS: ANGEL, 7 (+1 INC). JOSEPH, 1. The blue haired man sipped his tea, and smiled a little eerily to his companion. He then turned his head to the newcomers. "Hey there! Nice of you two could join us!" Miles rose his tea cup as a salute. He waved selectively at Joseph with a keen smile. Star drank her tea all in one go, with a bored out of her mind expression. She rolled her eyes at Miles and shrugged, herself turning to the two, leaning on the garden table. "Oh hey Angel!" She grinned. "Thank god you're here, I've been soooo bored."ANGEL ALESSI @josephmale |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 31, 2013 21:36:33 GMT
Angel scowled, but didn't really protest when Rosalie went first. He could hear the muffled groaning and thumping of the undead, distant, but still there, and after a glance over his shoulder back to the narrow hall, Angel crouched down to get through the little door.
His eyes went straight to the people inside - one he didn't know, and Star. Angel's brow furrowed, but he felt himself step closer to Star, the only remotely familiar person. "Did you get invited to this stupid party thing too?" He grumbled, smoothing down his hair.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 21:39:32 GMT
Rosalie stepped into what he would describe as a decaying forest, decorated by roses peeling off the walls and uneasy wooden boards, like loose soil. The dark ambiance set goose bumps running up his arms. The goose bumps ran cold, however, at the sight of a man he had hoped he would never meet again. It was the prince. It was disturbing to think he looked at home in this kind of environment; Rosalie couldn’t place him any better. He was sitting across from a woman, and the two sat in serenity, sipping from china. Rosalie fought the urge to scream at the woman, to tell her to run away, but he was paralyzed by his own shock. What was he supposed to do? How could he act like nothing had happened between them? He was almost positive the man was out of his mind. Rosalie somehow found it in him to speak. “What the hell are you doing here?”ABYSS |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 21:38:34 GMT
Miles looked at Joseph with a keen smile. His eyes glistened, as if he was knowing something they didn't. He stood up to pour tea into two empty tea cups that certainly wasn't there before. "Come on, come on! Have some tea! Both of you! Drink up! It's an endless party here!"Star's legs were crossed, and she turned to Angel, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, slouching on the garden table. "Yeah! I have no idea why I'm here though, stuck with the blue power ranger." Star rolled her eyes again. "So Angel," She began, playing with the ends of her hair. "Do you know why you're here?" She wrinkled her nose in disdain. "Do you know how we get out? I can't leave for some reason."
There wasn't a tablecloth on the garden table to hide what was underneath the table, but Star tapped her feet onto a surface that certainly sounded nothing like wood. Looking closely, it shone dully, a crimson red colour. ANGEL ALESSI @josephmale ROLLS: ANGEL, 9 (+1 INC) JOSEPH, 5 |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 7, 2014 22:02:53 GMT
He was relieved, to a degree. Angel cast a sidelong glance to his grudging partner, who seemed less than happy with his company, before he turned his attention back to Star.
"Me and Nev got invited to some party, and it was weird, and then there were fucking zombies or something - and he's still back there, I just booked it." He felt a tinge of guilt (or was it worry?) but shrugged it off, moving closer to the table, resting a hand on the surface for balance as he pulled off one sopping shoe with a scowl.
"There was just this creepy hallway, leading to this creepy room. Who's--" He paused as his stocking clad foot touched the ground, blinking once, twice, before he brought himself to look down at what was beneath his feet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 3:15:32 GMT
Rosalie didn’t think he was safe. He was hardly accustomed to full relaxation himself, being the person he was, but the Prince had proven he could destroy his pillar of self-esteem. He was already in on Rosalie’s dirty little secret. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise when Rosalie ended up pressed against the wall. “I am not drinking any of that,” said Rosalie, twisting his face into something unpleasant. The show of disgust didn’t help his bravado, and he twisted his hands into his dress to stop them from trembling. By then, Streetwalker had been completely disregarded, dissolving into the background. She seemed busy with the other guest, anyway. The two seemed to know each other. And what did that girl mean, she couldn't leave? Bar the undead guests in the living room, there wasn't anything stopping her from walking out the door. Rosalie said, “And you didn’t answer my question: What are you doing here? I didn’t know others were going to be here.”ABYSS |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2014 21:52:35 GMT
Miles sighed, looking sad and disappointed, but that didn't stop him from presumably enjoying himself. Standing up from his chair, he went to stand on it instead, head banging on a foreign surface with a bang, making him lose balance, trip from the chair and throw the cup of hot liquid onto Angel, who stood rather close to Star. "Ack, whoopsies! I'm so sorry my dear!" He pulled himself to his feet, chair now kicked back to the back wall. A strip of wallpaper peeled itself back, revealing planks of solid brown wood. The only reason why it didn't drop completely down to the chair was because of the roses that were sticking out of the wall. Miles looked up again, licking his lips. "Y'know... that's a... that's a black door.""Wow, sounds tough." Star said, sounding as interested as someone watching drying paint. It was definitely odd for her to behave that way, but things were about to get even stranger. She jumped up from her chair though, when Miles made his sudden announcement, and she gasped, now looking at her hands. "Yes! That's it!" She looked relieved. "I remember now!" Pointing to the floor underneath her chair, she jumped on it as if to highlight its importance. "It's a DOOR! Not just any door either, it's the red one. I say this one is gonna lead you to riches." She laughed at that, now pouring herself another drink. ANGEL ALESSI @josephmale ROLLS: ANGEL, 6 (+1 INC) JOSEPH, 8.INTERMISSION: LADY LUCK WILL NOW TAKE THE STAGE. PLEASE DON'T LEAVE YOUR SEATS. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 3:12:15 GMT
She could hear voices, distorted odd through the narrow hall. She didn't have to stoop or crouch. She could take big, skipping leaps, if she wanted to. She did. A few, before she remembered the ever so important box. It was small and light but awfully plain.
The girl clutched it to her chest, did a little spin into the open space at the end of the hall. The box was glimmering and wrapped in ribbon, an intricate golden bow tied of something thin and golden and looped over and over. Like the hair streaming behind her, as she crossed the room and hopped up onto the table.
She laid the box tenderly into her lap, swinging her legs back and forth, head cocked. Waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 22:24:47 GMT
The box's contents seemed to jump, as the girl had made it to her position on the table. Without much effort, it flew into the air and hung there, ribbon untying itself and the box opening gently. A card with a golden boarder, which looked similar to the letters addressed to the invitees of the party, floated down and sat in the space in front of both Angel and Joseph.
THE ROSES ARE ALIVE IN THIS ROOM. PLEASE GIFT A WHITE ROSE TO THE LIAR AND A RED ONE TO THE ONE TELLING THE TRUTH. AS A BONUS, THERE HERE IS A GIFT. YOU MUST CHOOSE A DOOR IN ORDER TO PROCEED; BUT CHOOSE WISELY.
PLEASE HURRY NOW. THERE IS A TIME LIMIT AND YOU MUST PASS BEFORE THE OTHERS DO.
MAY LADY LUCK ALWAYS STAND BY YOUR SIDE.
The card began to read itself out in a somber voice, but once it finished, it dropped itself in the middle of the two boys. Following this, a small tub of paint floated down and sat down beside the card. ANGEL ALESSI @josephmale |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 14, 2014 4:44:43 GMT
Angel leapt up with a startled yelp when he felt hot tea down his front, soaking his costume - his expensive costume, though that was the least of his worries - warm and wet and an all around uncomfortable sensation. "Watch it, asshole, what are you doing?" He said shrilly, backing away from the stranger, but the room was small and a few steps back had his back against the wall.
He whirled in time to see the stream of blonde curls rushing past, the girl sitting at the table. This all felt surreal, and he was still trying to find something to dab at the spill with when the letter floated down before them.
"What? Wait. Fuck!" He ran a hand through his hair nervously, not quite sure what the actual fuck was going on. His heart hammered in his chest, rushing him, a sense of urgency welling up, but with no clear idea of what he needed to be doing. He toyed with the ends of his hair, sticky and mussed and he didn't care, brushing through tangles and curling it around his fidgeting fingers.
At this point, he really wished that he hadn't left Nevada behind. Nevada would know what to do. Nevada knew this kind of shit.
He crouched by the card, flipped it over hoping there was something more to it, giving an exasperated sigh to find nothing. He dipped the tip of a finger into the paint, watching it drip thickly back into the tub.
Glancing up at the girl, his lip curled. "Please tell me you have some fuckin' clue about anything or so help me god I'll make sure to drag you down with me."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 22:17:58 GMT
Something otherworldly is the cause of Joseph's eyes widening, posture stiffening into some kind of statue. His figure then began to melt away, all with the two tea drinkers looking on as if nothing in particular was happening. As his features melt, another figure is replaced. Nimble hands, soft white hair, clear eyes - seems like some team swapping is going on here. @annabel ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 5:53:46 GMT
Anna felt herself drifting, like in a dream. Drifting, drifting, then slowing down, then her eyes needed to open. And she felt her back pressing against a wall, the scent of something strange stuck in his throat, and the presence of many people. Too many people. What was...
A sort of realization hit her, the kind of realization when you notice you have actually no idea what's going on. Her breath came in so sharp she felt a stab somewhere in her chest. Was she just sleeping? She felt like whatever she had been doing it wasn't around people. Yet now she was in some strange room, full of old stagnant air. Her breath still hurt, and she grasped down at her thighs nervously. Pants. At least she was wearing pants. Scanning the room gave her no comfort, as things simply made less and less sense.
Giving a small noise of confusion and defeat, Anna covered her face and tried to fall back into the wall. "Where am I?" She said, only just loud enough through her hands, "Why can't I understand anything?"
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