Wilson can still see it clearly behind closed eyes. There is the familiar green of his goggles as he chose to don them temporarily while he stood by and eyed the portal with a wary eye. Gramps’ grumbling voice, rough and coarse as always, still rumbled amidst his thoughts. Is leaving really that easy? Maybe he had jinxed it or maybe he had sensed it earlier on, but when he looked down there was a hand tightly clutching his legs. He almost yelled and his heart almost skipped a beat, but clearly it pounded in his ears as he saw himself be dragged into the portal, his hands scraping the ground for leverage.
Not that it worked. When he woke up he was clearly somewhere else. His eyes flew up and he took in a loud, deep breath before flying up into a sitting position. “Where….?” Wilson stared down at the pair of goggles tightly clutched in one hand. He hung the pair around his neck once more. As he gradually got this feet, he looked around. The wall of white was unsurprising and he held out a hand into the mist. This mist was Insanity. Everywhere he went, he was drowning in Insanity and this wasn’t good. He had to escape, but how?
He tried stepping forward. His boots pressed down on something, causing him to look down briefly before he looked back up. “Is anyone there?” he called out to the fog, but his voice fell flat. It was as if he was speaking to a wall. Frowning, Wilson continued to cautiously trek forward. “Hello?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 8:07 pm
It was a sequence of badly filmed parts, all discolored and blurring together like a broken record in her head when she came to.
I hate this place.
Arsen murmured a sleepy response in her head, provoking an overwhelming loneliness and desire to just go home. Home to rock and roll and 50's cars and - but that place didn't exist anymore, and Madeline forced it ruefully from her head. Sitting up was a slow and sluggish motion, but when she looked around she was at least relieved to find all of her limbs still somehow intact. Pursing her lips, Madeline slipped her hands over her body for any other injuries, and when that was finished, she pushed herself up onto her feet and gave a cursory glance sideways, backwards, and up before stepping forward. She sure as hell wasn't going to let herself get jumped in a place like this.
And just... where was this, anyways?
"Hello." She told Wilson's voice without really realizing it was Wilson's voice and she was responding to it. Cue a brief double-back. "Wilson?" Unbuttoning her jacket, Madeline slipped it from her shoulders and tied it at her waist, shaking her hair out and putting it back into a messy ponytail. "Um - looks like we're on another level of the game now, huh."
Cue laughing to cover nervousness.
Madeline knew the script to this part of the show. Of course she did.
Stats:
Name: Madeline. HP: 40/40. FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A. RP Blurb:Madeline is Sun trainee, and speaks with a very, very subtle accent. She has wavy auburn hair that accents her tanned skin. She stands around 5' 7" when not wearing heels, and is slim and curvy, however she packs a rather powerful punch so beware ~
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:53 pm
Why was it that she was always the first one that returned his awkward calls? It was starting to become a pattern, but it was one that he didn’t mind. Rather, he welcomed it. Wilson gladly accepted the familiar presence of his friend as he answered weakly, “Mads? I’m here.” He changed his direction to follow Madeline’s faded voice. It didn’t echo like he expected it to. It fell flat, but he kept searching anyways, and through the fog he met a figure that revealed itself to be the sun hunter he had been looking for. Hands in his jacket pockets, he eyed the jacket tied around her waist. “You don’t feel cold?”
He firmly intended to keep his jacket and hoodie on at all times if he could help it. Mutely, Wilson looked both directions before nodding his head. “I suppose we are, but I don’t think I’m too happy about it.” He glanced at Madeline, carefully taking in the subtleties of her expression. His own was rather stoic, but perhaps he had seen something in her face that mirrored his own feelings.
“Well, where to now? We could search, since staying put won’t do us much good. It might be better to take the gamble of exploring.”
Madeline was starting to notice a pattern too, but not one she minded at all. Twisting the leather bracelet on her hand, she looked around, waving her hands in the air like it would ward off the fog. "Cold?" She looked over at Wilson - oh, Wilson was there, - and smiled, even though it felt forced. "Not really. I guess. Maybe. Ugh, I just - hate long sleeves."
Pet peeve? Yep.
Twirling an auburn curl around her finger, Madeline sighed, glancing both ways as well. "I don't think anyone is. If everyone is here." Like Ami. And Lex. And Ryan. "Well, I guess forward is our only option. Oh and - " She turned her eyes to Wilson briefly, "I've always been told not to walk into the light, but. We might already be dead anyways - who the ******** knows anymore." She gestured vaguely to the strange fog all around them, and the light that seemed to streak through it at weird intervals. Sighing, she hooked her hands together against the back of her neck and glanced at Wilson, stepping forward with a tense little grin.
"Let's go adventurin'."
Stats:
Name: Madeline. HP: 40/40. FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: N/A. RP Blurb:Madeline is Sun trainee, and speaks with a very, very subtle accent. She has wavy auburn hair that accents her tanned skin. She stands around 5' 7" when not wearing heels, and is slim and curvy, however she packs a rather powerful punch so beware ~
Wilson quirked an eyebrow and stretched out an arm to poke her in the shoulders. “So I’ve noticed,” he remarked with a grin. “I’m sure they’re here somewhere.” His voice was quieter now as he turned toward a random direction and tried to peer through the mist to no avail. Somewhere in the distance, he could have sworn he saw a light, but he didn’t plan on investigating the source, not now. “I don’t think we’re dead and I’d rather not work with that possibility at the moment,” he murmured as he began to walk forward.
He was met with more fog, but once in a while he stumbled upon something scattered on the ground. His boots stepped on tiny shards, but they were rather small. Wilson figured the container had been smashed prior to his arrival. He kept walking. The hunter furrowed his brows upon find not only some sort of pill, but a vial as well. His partner murmured something about pumpkins, but Wilson shrugged and pocketed them for now. They weren’t very useful at the moment, but maybe in the future they would.
“Did you find anything?” He looked at Madeline, then back at the light. Or rather, lights. “Which way do you want to go?”
"Really? I thought I was being subtle." Madeline pursed her lips and turned her head, stepping forward into the mist to explore a little. After all, she wasn't exactly itchin' to be turned into target practice. No, not yet. She twisted the leather bracelet on her wrist with a sigh, looking down when something crackled beneath her heels. What the hell. It was like litter central; only all of the trash was magical.
Listening to Wilson's question, Madeline rotated on her heel towards each light, questioning what kind of tragedy lay at the end fo each one. "A lot of magical rubbish." She answered belatedly, and then, "I dunno, I don't trust random, mysterious lights, but if I were to choose one, I suppose..."
Madeline stepped in the direction of the cold light, glancing back at Wilson with a crooked smile.
"Let's test fate, huh?"
Stats:
Name: Madeline. HP: 40/40. FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Corrupted Runic Bandage, Horseman Vial, Corrupted Pumpkin Pill. (x) RP Blurb:Madeline is Sun trainee, and speaks with a very, very subtle accent. She has wavy auburn hair that accents her tanned skin. She stands around 5' 7" when not wearing heels, and is slim and curvy, however she packs a rather powerful punch so beware ~
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“Normally, I wouldn’t trust them either, but I don’t think anything’s going to change if we stay here.” He turned toward the light Madeline had stepped toward. “There’s something on the other side of the light. We just have to see whether or not it’s friendly.” Wilson answered Madeline’s smile with a lopsided one of his own before he followed after her. Shapes began to form and he tensed, but once he realized it was a familiar barrier he relaxed. “Good thing we found the base. How about—“
Wilson stopped. “Do you hear that?” He brought a finger up to his lips to request for silence while he strained his ears. The hunter stepped away from the barrier, a few feet back into the fog as he picked out laughter and music. He furrowed his brows together. Well, once he rested at the base for a bit he would—
The mist swirled together to form a thick barrier around him. Frantic, he spun around. “Mads?!” He blinked and watched with stunned awe as he realized he was no longer by the barrier. Far from it. It was an exact replica of Fright Night, only everything was in monochrome. Tentatively, Wilson reached out toward one of the items sitting at the booths, but it dissipated into swirls of fog.
“What is…” His voice drifted off before the mist once again surged together, pulling him downwards while it formed more shapes and figures. Brows knitted together at the center figure. “No, I don’t understand—“ His breath hitched when the figure gestured toward the others, all of whom possessed familiar faces. “Mads….?” Wilson called out helplessly and he looked around. She was there. Still there. But there two. Which one was real and which one was fake?
“I don’t know what you’re aski—I just, I just need a moment.” He mumbled, bowing his head and squeezing his head with his hands while he squeezed his eyes s**t. Maybe the figures were all in his head. Maybe they would go away if he thought hard enough.
Nothing happened. Wilson couldn’t even hear Madeline’s voice, but still he waited and kept his eyes sealed until the silence grew too much for the hunter. He opened one eye cautiously, and the figure and tents and games disappeared, leaving him alone and lost in the fog. His lips pulled into a tiny frown as he looked around. “Mads?” he called out, but this time no reply came back. He tugged at the goggles around his neck before he began to walk in the fog again.
Time must have passed without his knowing because the hunter found himself kneeling down with his hands pressed against something. He squirmed, but kept a firm grasp on what he realized was a wound. “Are you….?” His brows furrowed while he craned his neck to try to examine the figure, but the lack of lighting made it difficult. Man. Woman. Halloween. Human. He could identify nothing. Wilson leaned to the side to assess the injury, which caused him to frown. “Looks serious,” he murmured as he took out what little items he had on him. A vial and….a pill? Would the pill work? Tentatively, Wilson held the pill out to the figure before he administered it. Eyes drooped as he watched the being’s breathing slow to a halt before it rasped out a thank you. He stood up and nearly stepped on the pill. Wilson picked it up and stared at where the figure had once been with a solemn face.
Wilson began to walk again. Half-amused, he wondered what strange situation he would encounter next. What did everything mean? He closed his eyes slowly and inhaled deeply when he caught a whiff of something delicious, sweet. Cookies? Muscles stiffened when he heard a female voice that he hadn’t heard in months. With a stunned look, he watched the shadowed figure bustle around the kitchen, merrily chattering with him like he was an old friend. “You’re…” A hand reached for her cautiously, as if she would dissipate into the fog. His lips were parted, but all of the thoughts rushing into his tiny head refused to leave his mind. I’ve seen you before.
His gaze flickered toward the creatures on the counter before he hastily pulled them away to avoid the wide-eyed stares. I’ve seen you in the Sahara— Wilson winced and flinched. For a split second, he felt the splitting heat of the sun and the sand moving beneath his boots and a certain moon hunter with colorful socks and hairclips and a body filled with—
He shook his head, searched for an exit, but he found none. His attention returned to the supposed ingredients before he picked up the vial and handed it to her. “J—…here.” Wilson took the mixture and he closed his eyes while he let a small smile tug at his lips. The sensation felt warm, comforting. For a moment, he heard the figure laugh and he joined in.
But when he opened his eyes the entire scene had once again shifted to reveal a door. He reached out to touch it. Solid. He knocked. No answer. He tried to walk around it, but it only moved with him. He tried to reach for the handle.
He turned around as he heard a voice. The name tumbled out of his mouth immediately. “Em?” Wilson looked away as he wrapped his arms around the other trainee. “Is there now?” he murmured as he pulled her closer and propped his chin on her head. His eyes strayed back to the door and he eyed it. Wilson opened his mouth to say something, but stopped and he closed it. “Is there now…” His voice trailed off as he refused to do anything else. He felt Em’s grasp loosen. “Em?”
And she was gone. Just like everything else he had seen. “Oh. So it was just another illusion,” he whispered and stared in the location where the door had once been. Now there was only a staircase in the ground. Dare he venture down the rabbit hole? The corner of his lips twitched before he took the first step.
