[x] The Forgotten Documents | Plotting. >D

[Reyna Crelos]

*cough* ... how long ya gonna be about Ende? That's somethin' that could be remedied. >3

[endejester]

I....could be persuiaded to stay up <3
Looks like I have to re-make something anyhow from a little mix up with anatomy XD ((side vs back...don't ask... it was a request))

[Reyna Crelos]

Well then! Give me a moment to work up a decent post and we shall have ourselves a bit of House RP! >D

[endejester]

Woooot ((happy happy dance dance))

[The Oracle of Ages]

The House was silent and utterly serene. Still and unmoving, it appeared innocently enough within the fading daylight, though those who had been within it's grasp prior knew that this was all a false pretense. It's illusions sparked madness and deep down, there was something wicked that made it torment it's visitors with specters and frightful scenes.

Regardless, the night was just beginning, and there was a faint hint of something within the cool air. There was mischief to be wrought, that much was for certain.

[endejester]

((Well... not sure where else to start sooo.. <3))


The sound of her boot heels made a rich sound against the chill pavement and damp laden chill of the fall air... the smell of the leaves hung tantalizingly dry and just -tasteable- in the evening with the cloud laden suggesting that it might...or might not rain with cat-like winks and whispers.

She brushed Dark-auburn hair back behind her ear in irritation as it fell into her face. it was a loosing battle...it quickly slipped free and shaded down before the lenzes of her glasses.

The movie was a wash...disapointing and leaving her dispondantly uninspired in any right or sence... she needed a good book to read really, but it felt like she didn't have -time- anymore. And yet...here she was having wasited a perfectly good 2 and a half hours on a film. Small wonder she didn't find time to read she thought bitterly.


Still... they had the prettiest houses in this neighborhood...

[The Oracle of Ages]

(( and that was a flawless start, my dear! ))

That faint hint and rain turned into a bright, flare of promise when a bolt of lightening clapped through the sky, sending echoes of booming thunder reverbating through the air. Not but a split second later, rain came pouring down in torrential curtains, making it nearly impossible for one to see farther than a foot or so in front of them.

The closest shelter was The House itself, and with the lights that suddenly flicked on within it's dirt encrusted windows, it radiated a sort of welcoming warmth that was difficult to resist.

[endejester]

Her shriek of displeasure would have done any housecat proud... hair, previously stuborn now plastered to her face, blurred her glasses and crept quite unbidden into her mouth to be spit out with training raindrops as she let out another wail of displeasure.
God why did she -never- have an umbrella?!
"AAUUUGHHHh!!!" She yelled at the sky, finding her vocabulary utterly insufficient to express the disgust at the sudden onset of the hiterto barely hinted rain. Still... no fool she was not standing out in the midst of it to be struck by lightning. Not when there was a dry porch to be had.
She darted towards the poorch splashing through already forming puddles and feeling the rain already soaking through the thick cotton of her jacket and trousers. Oh -lord- she was going to be cold and wet for HOURS. Still...it looked...
it looked like there might be someone home. Perhaps they'd let her call a cab? Lend her a towel to at least sop up some small trace of the damp?
She hopefully imagined some older couple or woman, welcoming and profering some steaming cup of tea to chase off the chills.

[The Oracle of Ages]

The lady, now drenched to the bone, was not met by that welcoming old couple as she had hoped, though the door to the house swung open without a creak and a sudden burst of warmth beckoned her inside. The flickering light seen before from the windows cast shadows about the walls, dancing with rampant merriment as the newest guest to the House was urged inside.

[endejester]

She shook off for a moment on the porch... staring at the door and then back at the rain. There was a certain degree of distrust... fear that she would be scolded or chased off with charges of tresspessing but.
It was wonderful and warm. Inviting like a fire on a winterday.

"HELLO?" She called inside...
"Hello?...you're front door is open... I'm coming inside...just... a littleway! It's cats and dogs out there and I haven't a bumbershoot!"

She put one foot indoor as though fearing that the door itself might swing suddenly shut and try and eat her leg.
That failing, she put the other inside with a squelch that made her wince for the floor and carpets, and glanced around.

[The Oracle of Ages]

The wooden flooring creaked where she stepped, though no other noise could be heard. The faint sound of her tentative footfalls seemed to echo off the walls that seemed quite bare save for peeling wallpaper and scattered antiques. The flickering lights from before seemed to slowly dim before disappearing entirely, leaving the visitor within the doorway in pitch black darkness.

The door did exactly what she had feared moments before -- it slammed shut suddenly with a clap of lightening that lit up the house for a brief, split-second.

Darkness settled heavy upon the surroundings once more before a quiet noise of tick, tick, tick, tick broke through the silence, rapid-fire like film tape on a loop from an old fashioned projector.

[endejester]

"Hello?" She called again, a touch more timidly, the lights dimmed with her hopes of tea and a towel. "Is anybody..." She started to queery of the darkness whenthe door slammed shut. She shreiked and reached for the door handle on instinct bred of a few hundred horror flims.
The echoing crack of lightning that trickled on afterwards in soulless repitition as her heart raced as though trying to keep pace with the rappid ticktickticking that she could only picture as small creatures skittering across long forsaken floorboads.
Though so consistant was it that she could half imagine some homicidal voyere had produced an antiquaded camera and was replaying some previous and forgotten unsolved massacre.

[The Oracle of Ages]

The lighting seemed to suddenly brighten and the noise sounded more like that of a city on a bustling Friday evening. No longer was the lady standing within a simple house to escape the rain. She was now before a box office, though how it was she had come to arrive there was as mysterious as the sudden downpour of rain that had sent her fleeing into the House.

"TICKETS!" bellowed a looming voice, "Laaaaaaaaaaaaast call!"

A figure appeared before the box office, pale and gray scaled as though from some sort of long forgotten film before 'talkies' had taken over the silver screen.

"You!" the man bellowed, "The show is about to start! Best get inside, missy!"

[endejester]

She blinked, her jaw dropping for a moment to see such a thing... turning to look behind her for the door she had just tried so hard to coax open.
I've been hit by lightning... she concluded.
I've been hit by lightning, or a car, and I'm either dying in the road, or on the sidewalk, or something like that. But this, this isn't happening.
She flinched at his bellow though and walked forward almost numb, like a puppet with her strings twitched and pulled by some unseen magician.
"Inside...right..." She mumbled, half tripping over her own tongue trying to form the words when her mouth felt try and thick.

"I've gon mad..." she said to herself. Quite unsure as to a specific cause.

[The Oracle of Ages]

Once inside what appeared to be a movie theater, the light seemed to shift and everything save for the blood red carpet that covered the floor took on the same gray scaled tone as the man from before. A hallway, seemingly endless went on and on and the tick ticking from before seemed to have returned, though now much louder than before.

"What do you think you're doing here?!" demanded a voice from seemingly out of nowhere.