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Jan 18, 2012 7:56:13 GMT -5 |
Post by steve on Jan 18, 2012 7:56:13 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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Jan 18, 2012 17:34:18 GMT -5 |
Post by princess on Jan 18, 2012 17:34:18 GMT -5
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"It was always told to avoid the old mansion..."
This little fact didn't stop Alicia, though. She was a woman of science and whatever children's tales about the place were sure to be false. This didn't stop the shiver that went down her spine when the mansion came into view, though. So large, and yet so cold and dark. It felt evil somehow. She pushed the thought back when it slipped into her head and chastised herself for letting herself think it. It just looked that way because of years of neglect, the large size, and the bars on the windows.
This whole situation had left the Canadian a little out of her element; stomping around in the woods to go ghost hunting wasn't something she did regularly, if ever. Still, she had managed to come at least a bit prepared. Her normal stuffy office clothing had been traded in for things more casual. Old bluejeans instead of dress pants, a a loose red hoodie instead of a pressed blouse, ratty tennis shoes instead of heels. The whole outfit actually made Alicia look a little bit..... nicer than normal, if that could be believed. Not as cold and frigid as she tended to look. A small pack was thrown around her, holding a few items she thought she might need. A few band aids and the like in case of some emergency (fat chance) were in there, but also her whittling knife for when she inevitably got bored.
This all begged the question, if Alicia hates this kind of thing, why the hell was she there? The answer was very, very simple: Alaska. Alicia didn't like many people, but she did enjoy the company of the cranky State. She was positive that some weird situation had happened that forced the insomniac girl to come, but Alicia would suffer with her in the name of friendship. She guessed.
Alicia couldn't help but wonder where her friend was at. She was a bit late anyway, but looking around the clearing out front and you could see no one was there. Maybe she's inside? Even before the thought was done, the girl's feet were moving her towards the door. It was a big wooden thing, which made the already small woman feel shorter. It clicked open easily enough, which surprised her; she figured it would be locked or at leave put a little more of a fight. The door was heavy, and as Alicia struggled to push it open she saw why- it was very, very thick. It made her think of a story she had read once, which gave her the crazy notion it was built to keep something from getting in. Or out as the case might have been.
Peeking her head in, she was loathe to admit she felt a nervous about going inside. So instead she stood there just on the threshold of the house, lightly bouncing from foot to foot so she could calm down her oddly wired nerves. Alicia could see some of the mansion from where she stood, but not a lot. Despite the light that tricked in from the windows, it was dark and gloomy inside. She could see three hallways, one to the right, one to the left, and one straight ahead, but she could not see what was beyond, or even where they went. A large stairway was also straight ahead, but she could only see so far up. No evidence anyone was inside. This is stupid, I'm a grown woman for Christ's sake! Still, for some reason she had a hard time swallowing her fear and stepping inside.
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Mar 3, 2012 6:03:33 GMT -5 |
Post by HOURAI "OKINAWA" ARAGAKI on Mar 3, 2012 6:03:33 GMT -5
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Another sigh at the thought of her being outside, her boss telling her to bring something for self-defense just in case something happen to her since the place she'll be going is something... dangerous ominous, and told her that since Kiku and Hiroto hasn't come back in a while, she'll be the one who should check how they are doing. It was a bad idea on many reasons; she doesn't want to go outside (she's a shut-in, what more do you want from her?), she knew they can take care of themselves, and she doesn't want to encounter any nations for now due to she might pull out an awkward card. But those are just minor and her boss still told her to move forward and just finish what she is told lest they take away all her privileges again.
Enough about that.
"This must be the place."
Hourai entered the seemingly eerie manor, having a difficult time opening the door ("It... won't budge.") at first but as soon as she manage to crack it at least wide enough for her to slit through, she was in. The place was way more eerie than she have anticipated, and there seem to be no one around so far.
Well, that's what she'll say if she weren't already in the other part of the house, exploring though still not finding any clues on her brother or any of his states, not even his capital. Figures. Okinawa shook her head, unaware of the dangers (or the drama) she'll have to encounter here, but what she knows is that this place gives her the bad vibe and wants to do this errand as fast as she could so she could get the hell out of the house and stop thinking about it.
She won't be coming out anytime soon, though.
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Apr 13, 2012 3:30:36 GMT -5 |
Post by noel on Apr 13, 2012 3:30:36 GMT -5
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