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Jan 18, 2012 7:55:12 GMT -5 |
Post by steve on Jan 18, 2012 7:55:12 GMT -5
There needs to be a minimum of 3 posts from each person before you decide to break off and split or anything like that. It was a clear blue day, the sun was out the birds were singing, yet the giant house that lay abandoned seemed....cold. Desolate. Empty. It was a way off the beaten track, nestled gently in a secluded area that was rather hard to find. But it was there. And it beckoned. Something about the grounds of the mansion seemed odd, the sun seemed to stop spreading it's warmth after you walked onto the property.
There were stories about this place. Bad stories. According to legend, people went into this house and never came out.
Then again, those are just stories.....right?
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Mar 8, 2012 2:32:35 GMT -5 |
Post by GABRIELLA "PHILIPPINES" SANTOS on Mar 8, 2012 2:32:35 GMT -5
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[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: #CC6666; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid #CC6666; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: HetaOni. Might as well get the ball rolling in this one. *sigh* ;;;[/style] | [STYLE=border-left: 20px solid #CC6666; font-family: courier; color: maroon; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] P h i l i p p i n e s[/style] | [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -0.7; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; line-height: 1; overflow: auto; padding: 0px 10px 0px 0px;]"Looks like this is the place."
Philippines gave a sigh of relief, finally arriving at this place as she peered at the paper clutching on her hand and then back at the old and seemingly-abandoned house to see if she got the address right. It was common for her to get lost in her first few runs in a new place, but for some reason she got it right this time, double-taking at the paper and the 'assumed' address to make sure. "That's strange," Gabriella murmured to herself, pocketing the piece of paper as she looked around for any signs of life asides her. "Hm... guess it's a little quiet around here." A shrug before the brunette nation decided to knock on the door, waiting if anyone would answer it before entering.
After a few minutes of waiting and still no answer, the young nation decided that maybe nobody's around and decided to enter the house by herself. It was not common for the Filipino to enter someone's home without permission, promptly waiting until someone beckons her in, but this one seem to make things as if they are asking her to enter at her own risk. Well, she did took the bait so she might as well get it over with.
"I'm coming in, alright?"
Holding the door knob, the female tried to pull the door open but it seems not to budge a bit. It took a few more tugs before she manage to open the door as she entered, surprising her when the door shut itself as soon as she's inside. She wonder for a second before shrugging it off, thinking that maybe it must be a draft or something, before she walked around a bit to see if any occupants- or, rather, just anyone- is around.
"Hello?" The brunette called, taking in the house's interior with a slight interest. Not bad, she thought to herself, maybe whoever owns this place must be someone important. "Anyone home?" Gabriella called once more, taking a deep breath before she reached the kitchen to see the place empty of people. "Uhm... anyone?" She called once more, a little louder than before.
No answer.
"This is a strange place," She murmured to herself, deciding to take a seat in a chair near the counter, looking around the place once more. Something's not right, she mentally told herself, this place feels weird, but I can't put a finger into it. Hopefully, anyone would come to assist the female, or tell her what's the deal with the house.
Her boss can sometimes be odd, but she's not complaining. Most of the time. [/style] | [cs=3][STYLE=font-family: bradley hand itc; color: maroon; font-size: 11px; text-shadow: none]Coded by Soronus of CT, BTN & LS[/style] |
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You've gotta feel Berlin
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Apr 11, 2012 1:25:40 GMT -5 |
Post by Brigitte "Berlin" Nacht on Apr 11, 2012 1:25:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/pretty2berlin-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 560px; padding: 0px;, bTable]She didn't like the look of the place, for starters. Secondly, well, it was giving her a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something was there that shouldn't have been, as if she wasn't welcome but at the same time like something wanted her to come in. Bri didn't want anything to have to do with the house, standing there on such a sunny lovely day and still so cold, like sunlight and warmth couldn't touch it. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she stared at it, Brigitte had been around more then long enough, and she had seen many insane, unexplainable things, but nothing that gave her quite the same feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. The blond didn't want to go in, she had heard stories about the place and though she was a woman of science and didn't like to give into the ideas of things that couldn't be proven with fact, that didn't mean she wanted to run headfirst into what could have been a potentially dangerous situation. Never mind that nagging feeling in the back of her mind, the illogical thought that there could be truth to the stories she had heard whispered between people like speaking too loudly would alert something to the fact that it was being talked about. But she couldn't simply turn and leave, as much as she wanted to. Her sister had told her she wanted to check the place out, and Brigitte hadn't heard from her since. She was beyond worried for her elder sibling and because of that the blond bit back the feeling of dread and sighed, making sure for the third time since finding the mansion that she had a full clip already loaded into her Luger and a round chambered, along with making sure that her usual large hunting knife was in its holster laying on her hip. She was always armed, always cautious, and if she was going to be running into an area she had been told from he get go could be dangerous, she was doubling up on how cautious she would be. Steeling herself with a deep sigh Bri attempted to mentally prepare herself for whatever she could come across in the abandoned looking building before pushing the door open and stepping in, only to find someone else already there, "Ah?" The woman blinked, raising a brow and quickly lowering the gun that she had brought up automatically at the site of another person, jumpier then she wanted to admit, "Guten tag Miss Santos, vat brings you out here to this strange place?" Brigitte hadn't expected to find very many more people here except anyone Lulu might have dragged with her, least of all Miss Philippians. The blond had to wonder if the younger woman knew anything about the strange house. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Date: Present Location: That strange house on the outskirts of nowhere Music: House of 1000 Corpses - Rob Zombie Notes: finally got a post up! [/style] |
This is the house, Built on sin, This is the house, Nobody lives, This is the house, You get what you give yeah yeah
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Apr 25, 2012 4:09:46 GMT -5 |
Post by dolce on Apr 25, 2012 4:09:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/1Dolce-1.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 518px; height: 648px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Dolce didn’t like this house. At all. There were too many unexplained noises and hidden corners that could have hidden a huge monster that would eat her face off. She wished that Celia was there with her, or BriBri, or someone – she would have welcomed England at this point. The tiny Italian’s breath was quick as she tiptoed through the house, her fingers laced together around the cross she wore at her neck. Whimpering softly as she passed into another room, she nearly shrieked when she heard some sort of movement underneath the sheets that covered the furniture. Dolce swallowed nervously, edging along the wall to escape the terror that was only building in her mind. She wanted out. She wanted to get out of here, so badly. It had been her natural curiosity that had brought her to this place, and it was all she could do to not start crying. The Venetian city gulped in air, telling herself over and over again to not cry, but it was too late – the warmth of her tears were already running down her cheeks, and she was shaking, and oh god she wanted to see at least a living person. Dolce was so certain that she was going to die here, without ever seeing her family again. Her knees buckled and she nearly fell, soft sobs escaping her. She was frightened, more than she had known in a very long time, and she whimpered out different names as she clutched at her cross. “Signore, ti prego salvami...ti prego...ti prego…”As if in answer to her desperate prayer, Dolce heard voices. She straightened immediately, her eyes wide, as she waited for the voices to fade – was it a delusion? But they continued. The woman scrambled to her feet as fast as she could and stumbled towards the nearest doorway, her fingers wrapping around the old frame to hold herself up. Her eyes were wide, her body filling with relief when she recognized Brigitte standing there…and…another woman she recognized as one of the Asian countries. “BriBri!” she cried out, and she leaped forward to cling to the other woman, burying her face in Brigitte’s shoulder as she whimpered again, practically sagging in relief. She wasn’t alone anymore. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date: Present Location: Old manor Music: Far From Home -- Five Finger Death Punch Notes: Woooooo, a post [/style] |
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Apr 28, 2012 14:48:56 GMT -5 |
Post by GABRIELLA "PHILIPPINES" SANTOS on Apr 28, 2012 14:48:56 GMT -5
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[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: #CC6666; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid #CC6666; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Don't worry; Philippines will protect you guys as well! >=3 ;;;[/style] | [STYLE=border-left: 20px solid #CC6666; font-family: courier; color: maroon; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] P h i l i p p i n e s[/style] | [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -0.7; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; line-height: 1; overflow: auto; padding: 0px 10px 0px 0px;]Having enough with waiting in the kitchen, Gabriella decided to forget about waiting and just move on with going somewhere (and probably getting the hell out of this place ASAP). In the first place, the eeriness of this house as well as there seems to be no one attending it made her slightly agitated and her gut feelings seem to be out of whack as soon as she came in to this mansion of some sort. Maybe some sort of evil spirit is haunting this place (haunted house is not foreign where she lives, anyway), or perhaps some sort of ploy hidden beneath the seemingly normal-looking if not albeit creepy house.
"Geez, get yourself together, Santos!"
Slapping her own face with both palms of her hand, the Philippine-personified sighed before drawing her bolo that she always bringing everywhere around (unless she's doing some important business that requires her not to use a weapon, for policy's sake) and walked around in a careful manner, scanning the area for signs of life. So far, she thought with a sigh, there's still nothing but not before she heard faint footsteps coming from somewhere in the house. It didn't took her long before the sound of the footsteps were growing louder and she turned around, about to strike before she stopped just in time to see that it was only Brigitte.
"Oh," Surprised at the sudden turn of events, Gabriella immediately lowered her arm, taking a deep breath as her free hand pressed on her now-slowing heartbeat. "Brigitte! I'm sorry- ah, I don't know what came over me." With a small nod, the female retreated her weapon back to its sheath as she looked around to see if there's someone else besides the blonde-haired German around. "Ah, me? I was told by my boss to check out this place, though I'm not sure why. Probably something to do with work, suppose." She said, scratching the back of her head. "But I was gonna ask the same thing to you; what are you doing in here as well?"
Her calm and slightly-friendly inquiry was short-lived, however, as she heard another footstep and not before someone zoomed in and went to cling towards the busty woman. Upon further inspection, it was one of the Cities of Italy, Venice, as the brunette nation tilted her head and wonder what is she doing here as well. Judging from her frame right now, something seems not right considering this is not how Dolce acted most of the time.
"H-hey there," The Filipina tried to reassure the almost-panicky woman, lifting both hands up. "What's going on, you seem spooked for some reason." She asked. Hopefully, whatever she will reply will not be something about the house that she feared the most. [/style] | [cs=3][STYLE=font-family: bradley hand itc; color: maroon; font-size: 11px; text-shadow: none]Coded by Soronus of CT, BTN & LS[/style] |
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