[x] The Forgotten Documents | Plotting. >D

[endejester]

The red of the carpet was like a stain that lingered behind her eyes when she blinked. As true in its color as the imagined wirl of red down the drain in Alfred Hitchock's old film, where, although the film itself had been Black and white, people who left swore that they had seen red blood swirling down the drain in the aftermath.

The voice startled her, turning and stumbling over her own feet in alarm, soaked, chilly and now more than a little frightened.
What was happening!? -WHY- was it happening.

[The Oracle of Ages]

The voice said nothing more though behind the startled lady's back was suddenly the sound of heavy breathing. It was a low, almost growling noise that was not meant to come from that of a human.

Upon turning back around, she would find herself face to face with a beast, though unlike the specter she had met beforehand, this creature was in full Technicolor. Less impressive was the wolf suit the figure was clad in. The zipper, was plainly obvious, and the bristled hair, painfully fake.

The red stains and spots on his hands and muzzle, though, were quite realistic looking despite having the consistency of ketchup.

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She Squeeked...almost literally when she turned to find herself face to face with the wolf suit.
"J----usH....G----D!!!! YOU......JERK!!!!" She yelled in a sudden fit of fury that chased hotly on the the heels of her fear.
"YOU....you....HALLOWEEN Isn't till the END of the month you WRETCHED...HORRID... son of a...OOUUHHhhhH!!!!"


Voice modifier...that's what it had to be. Or a tape recorder. This was rediculous. Some Student taking advantage of a wet and rainy night to test the effectiveness of their Spook Show no doubt.
The Grey... it must just be the upolstery, and hidden projectors, yes, that had to be it. Fancy tricks with mirrors and smoke.

[The Oracle of Ages]

A low noise erupted from the creature's chest, it sounded suspiciously like laughter but it was a rough, grating sound that was as abrasive as sandpaper on a squeaky chalk board. The creature in the suit reached with one hand to slowly unzip the suit.

The abomination that stepped, no, oozed out of the suit, was far more frightful than any wolf, fake or imagined, could ever possibly hope to be. Sharp rows of teeth lined it's mouth that seemed to only grin a bright, lipless smile that was held perfectly in place by firmly clenched jaws.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A JERK?!" it all but roared as it darted forward in a strangely fluid movement that belied the beast's twisted and deformed figure.

The beast's victim now only had one option: Run.

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Not real not real not real not real
the mantra ran through her head almost as fast as her feet would carry her down the red carpet, the red somehow that much more strikeing, almost magnetic as she bolted away.
Pleaseplease don't let me die, not here not now, not to some monster that shouldn't...no can't exist. But its so real!
Her heart thundering in her ears, just get away, run away as fast as she could, and never, never, NEVER set foot in a strange house again.

[The Oracle of Ages]

The hallway came to a sudden, abrupt end. The creature continued on its way but up above her was a door. It was her only means of escape.

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UP!?? Oh god she WAS in a horrorfilm!!!
Though she had little choice but to try and reach it. She prayed to...anyone or anything that would listen to reach that door, to make it away from the creature.
"Ohgodohgodohgod"
Anything available to her, molding, chairs, a table... she used it to try and reach that door and reach what might be a moments safety.

[The Oracle of Ages]

A rickety chair, aged and weathered was her only avenue that would aid her in reaching the door. The creature moved swiftly, though it's movement seemed to slow somewhat as though it were tiring. Regardless, it moved forward steadily, intent on its target.

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She climbed the chair...hazarding a foot on the back of it...dry and creaking and she expected ready to break.
Please... just hold on a little longer! I just have to reach...please let me reach.

[The Oracle of Ages]

The door above her swung open, narrowly sending the woman tumbling from the rickety chair. A light could be seen flickering and wavering just as before though with the creature behind her circling ever closer, its warmth and familiarity provided little comfort.

The light did, however, reveal a narrow staircase similar to the sort one might use to ascend into an attic.

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((Auuuugh power flickering...stay on stay on stay on!!!)))



She scrambled for the ladder like someone drowing. The cold of her damp clothes replaced by the hot fear and adreniline. If she could just get up there...if she could close the door behind.

[The Oracle of Ages]

A pale hand reached down and grabbed her hand. Dual colored eyes blinked at her in both confusion and curiosity. "... what are you doing climbing up into my room?" The woman looked obviously frazzled, which would be her only reason for helping her the rest of the way into her room, but really? Must she be bothered?

Petra frowned and she folded her arms across her chest. If she were honest with herself, she already knew the answer to that question. The Library was calling to the other woman the way it had countless others.

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"Ohmygod...Ohmygod thank you...I mean...I'm sorry!Thethingpleasegod!
O Please god don't let it up here! I thought it was, and then it, the zipper, and!"
She waved climbed franticly up to the room, scrabling for the words to explain, embarised, and terrified all at once.

[The Oracle of Ages]

Petra simply sighed. She really and truly did not appreciate dealing with people by any means. She was a solitary creature and in being such a creature she did not appreciate having that solitude encroached upon for any reason. Regardless, the Library and House both had their whims and while she lived within the building, she was also subject to its moods.

"Come along," she murmured. It was best they get this over with so she could return to her beloved books. She reached for the door that the woman had just entered from despite the look of utter terror that was written across her face.

No monsters were found clawing at the door. No beasts, no red carpets, just a rickety latter that led to an even more destitute staircase. The only beast that lingered within their path was her daemon and though massive and foreboding, Distrust meant the woman that accompanied Petra no harm.

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She stard for what seemed an eternity down the ladder, no beast, no black and white scaled world of horrors, fake fur and blood.
But here, a creature, strange and stoney that followed strange girls into the darkness.
"I'm going mad...." she said, barely a whisper. Folding her arms about herself and feeling hot tears run down her cheeks unbidden, embarising, and yet feeling like the stole the warmth out of her. She hugged at her soggy coat, and knowing not what else to do, followed.