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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 2:09 am
Vera turned quickly on her heels as Codi broke free from Patrick's grasp and proceeded to yell at Rose. What now? Vera followed the others quickly out of the bathroom. On the other end of the hallway, was Rose. She was standing in front of an open door, the one covered with cobwebs. A little girl was visible behind the gap between the door and the doorframe. As the men gathered around the door, the girl looked scared, withering away from the sight of them.
Scraps and bits of the conversation floated towards her. Vera's brows raised at the words. The girl lived here? Perhaps... she would have some information on the situation they were in. Vera moved forwards, and squeezed through the four as best as she could with the sling hanging in front of her. Vera got to the front. She knelt down, and smiled gently, "Hi, Libby. I am Vera. Can you tell us what you are doing here?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 2:35 pm
To her great discomfort and annoyance, the number of people continued to increase. Referring to both Legault and Vera's question she bluntly replied, "Those are stupid questions. I live here, it would be strange for me NOT to be here. And since this is my home, of course I'd know about it."
Then wrinkling her nose as though she smelt something putrid, Libby continued, "You know, being young doesn't mean I'm retarded, so you can all keep that nice 'for children' voice to yourselves. I don't like those kind of things, and it's sure not going to help." She stopped gripping the edge of her sweater and crossed her arms in front of her. Her gaze shifted from the crowded door, to the other door on the northern wall.
But what she'd said was a lie. It had really been a long time since she'd talked to someone face to face, let alone see a gentle smile. She stopped backing up and glanced back and forth between the many faces, wondering what she should do.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 4:32 pm
As he listened to the strange little girl's reply, Legault had to chuckle inwardly. For an extremely misplaced girl in a foreboding, mysterious mansion full of kidnapped people, she was surprisingly snappy. Behind his courtier's shell, Legault tended to liken himself to that type of personality. Although he could sense the usual undertones of childhood (forlorn or not) behind her words, he couldn't help but feel himself the opposite: a cold man with kindness as his veil.
"Hmm, do you have any parents...?" He asked her in a normal, respectful tone, while his eyes wandered over her shoulder. The glittering of shattered crystal covering the floor reflected light like the carpet was studded with jewels, leading his eyes to the large chandelier, shattered into so many pieces.
"And what is that...?" He asked curiously, yet with the usual kind tint, as he nodded his head as if to point out the strange scene behind the little girl.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 2:35 pm
((Ah…sorry for my temporary absence. Dx It’s been a busy week.))
Despite her warning, Codi was too late. Rose poked open the door only a crack, to which there was a deafening sound of objects falling to the ground in a massive cascade of wood and possibly metal. Codi yelped in fear, jumping vertically like a cat sprayed with a hose, clamping her uninjured hand to her mouth to silence further expressions. That part was Muse’s doing.
”Shut up!” snapped the voice urgently, and Codi readily complied, ”Listen!...”
There was silence. Suddenly, a voice echoed clearly from behind the door. The little girl’s tone was unmistakable to Codi’s ears, making her feel faint. Her knees knocked together as she came close to collapsing from shock. Luckily, she was able to restrain herself.
The fear of the unknown was overwhelming, as the reader might’ve noticed from Codi’s previous reactions to the child’s disembodied voice. However, once she got a good enough look into the large dining room, Codi was able to see the girl with her own eyes. All at once she wasn’t nearly as afraid as she used to be.
Adrenaline slowing, goose bumps fading from paled skin, Codi gradually came to her senses. By this point the others had ventured further with curiosity, already talking to the girl and asking her vital questions that were itching the tip of everyone’s tongue. But this still failed to completely eradicate all of Codi’s anxiety. We have to remember, besides, that the child had contacted her through telekinesis. She had a right to be a little freaked out.
So, wasting no time, Codi leaped forward and pushed her way to the front of the group, bearing an angry expression behind her oval glasses. Only for a moment she peered down at her throbbing hand and realized that her pinkie finger was beginning to swell. But that was beside the point. And though Muse was become extremely curious, Codi refused to stall with pointless inquiries, getting right to the point about her fears.
”Hey!” she snarled, shoulders raised defensively so that one could almost imagine her with ears laid against her head and tail puffed with rage, ”Yeah, you! You can’t fool me, little girl—I know there’s something weird about you. I know you were talking to me earlier!”
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 8:56 pm
"If by parents you mean 'guardians who are directly related through blood', then no, I don't have any parents." She turned momentarily to see what Legault was talking about before saying with a deepened frown, "That's a chandelier, or it was one... Before that woman shattered it."
Libby wondered if the man was genuinely curious or was just asking pointless questions to suddenly catch her off guard... Either way, she wasn't about to trust any of them. Then, quite ironically, someone who didn't trust HER came along.”Hey! Yeah, you! You can’t fool me, little girl—I know there’s something weird about you. I know you were talking to me earlier!”Something was really boiling inside of her. Whether it was just a brave front or actual anger, even she herself couldn't really tell. But she knew that she was shouting. "SHUT UP! GO AWAY! DON'T BLAME ME FOR YOUR OWN MENTAL PROBLEMS!!!" If her voice could reach a higher pitch, the remainder of the chandelier would've crumbled to pieces. Luckily for the chandelier, and everyone's eardrums, she couldn't reach such a high note. After taking a small pause to catch her breath she continued, "I was just watching you through that tiny window and thinking about stuff, it's not MY fault YOU'RE a mind-reader!"
The girl was getting quite close to tears now. She didn't know why, she herself didn't really understand it... Turning on her heels, she ran away from everyone, through the open doorway on the northern wall.Quote: The clattering of various things being thrown across the floor can be heard coming from the open doorway in the dining room (number 12 on the floorplan). It is quickly followed by a strange noise that sounds like something hard is scraping across an identical surface.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:15 pm
Patrick's expression remained the same except for the slightest rising of his eyebrows. Opting to stay silent and watch the scene unfold, he remained calm even as she darted away. Turning to face the direction she went, he seemed to be in thought for a few moments. "Hm." A pang of sympathy battled another spark of curiousity within his chest. His shoulders rose and fell in a barely visible shrug, and he began to walk toward the area the strange noises were coming from. Deciding not to peer around a corner as he did previously, he moved half-way into sight of anyone - or anything - in the room. "Libby? You alright?" Concern was audible in his tone, but it was not a tone one would deliver to a child. It was more of a tone one would use with an equal aquaintance. Hell, I wasn't treated any different as a kid.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 5:00 pm
That woman...? Who the Hell could she be talking about...? So now there's another player in this...
Before he could respond, suddenly the strange girl who had hurt her hand before came barging between them. Listening intently, detached, he couldn't help but feel that the two had a similarity, despite their conflict. Both young, both odd in their social attitudes, and they both seemed to have some kind of psychic connection... Normal circumstances be damned, this place defied that sort of thing. Not to mention, he himself was hardly a normal person.
Regardless, he called after the little girl.
"Libby! Wait!" He felt himself wanting to ask Who was that woman...? But he held back, sticking to the situation. As his boots crunched over the shattered chandelier on the carpet, he looked after Patrick in the room. His strategic coldness crawled back, snatching his conscience from any concern... He would let Patrick check ahead, and if there was any danger, it would be cleared or made noticable. Thus, he followed closely behind, looking to see what happened next. After all, Patrick seemed one of the most likely to be working for him...
After all, Legault hadn't faked reading a text message for no reason. There was no way either of suspicious two could tell the difference- he made sure of that.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:30 am
Mind reader? Did Libby really say that about the other girl? If that were true...Rose stopped thinking in that vein, just in case. In a place like this, anything could happen, according to the stories.
Rose let her thoughts wander to something else that deserved pondering: Who was "that woman" who shattered the chandelier? Rose stepped forward to examine the pieces, boots crunching on some of them. It had been a beautiful work of crystal. Had it been purposely shattered, or had it been an accident? Rose found herself hoping that it had been accidentally shattered, because she couldn't see why anyone would want to shatter such a pretty thing. absently, she pulled her lighter out of her pocket and flicked it on and off a few times, watching its tiny flame reflect in countless pieces of shattered crystal, and half-listening to see the outcome of Patrick's attempt to mollify Libby.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:05 pm
((The layout has been updated. And I just realized that I had the dining room's number wrong, it's 11, not 10.)) Quote: Strangely enough, Libby is NOT in the kitchen. If anyone managed to look up fast enough, they might have seen the end of a belt suddenly disappear off into a square hole in the ceiling. The hole, if inspected, has obviously been made lifting a portion of the ceiling higher and sliding the solid piece off to the side. Libby's slippers are on the floor, in front of the refrigerator with the right door wide open. Wait, wide open? The air around the fridge has yet to cool which suggests that the fridge has only been opened very recently, did Libby open it? Why? A hollow echoing of vibrating metal can be heard coming from the ceiling, as well as something rhythmically hitting something metal. The sound gets quieter and quieter as it goes further and further away. ((It is up to you guys if whether or not your character(s) managed to see the belt.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:18 pm
Patrick blinked confusedly and looked around. A swift movement above him caught his attention, causing him to whip his head upward and catch sight of the tip of the belt. It had vanished in less than an instant, so Patrick wondered if he had simply been imagining things. He shook his head side to side to brush off the instance for the time being, and turned his attention to the open refrigarator. It's still warm. That's odd. An eyebrow both curiously and cautiously rose as he moved toward the refrigarator and spoke without looking back. "She's gone."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:08 pm
As Legault followed behind Patrick, he quickly glanced around the room, taking note of the open refrigerator and the hatch above. Something thin and black caught his eye going into the hole.
We're going to need some way to get up there... Libby is probably our closes lead in this situation. We can't let her slip off on her own. As Legault's eyes were examining his ceiling, suddenly the sound of his own heartbeat pounded through his mind.
Pain...
s**t... not now...
Legault convulsed and clutched his chest, his eyes widening to twice their original size. He staggered onto his back leg as he felt thorns of pain burst through his veins, beads of sweat dripping from his face and falling to the floor. As he fell to his knees, he helt another heartbeat, this time even stronger than before choking as he felt like some invisible hands were closing around his neck. He felt his body starting to jerk and convulse, and suddenly Legault slumped to the ground beneath him.
As he fell to the hard wood floor, black unconsciousness embraced him... Slowly his motions came to a stop, as he lay still in the middle of the cold, dark room.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:34 am
Vera straightened up from her crouching poistion in front of the door as Libby disappeared into the room. Vera brushed the dust off her jeans absent-mindedly, her eyes gazing into the room. She just couldn't make out any of this. A little girl captured them into this strange house? Why? Or was Libby another victim like the rest of them? She seemed to be here longer than any of them. Then how did she survive? What did she knew about this house?
Questions swam around Vera's mind, in every swimming style imaginable, but she didn't seem to have answers to any of them. Vera followed the two men, glancing around the room as she stepped through the doorway. And what was that chandelier about? Suddenly, Legault collapsed in front of her. Vera's heart missed a beat. Another one? Vera rushed to Legault's side and knelt down. Vera started shaking his shoulder roughly, her voice escalating to a higher pitch with growing panic, "Legault? Legault?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 8:52 pm
"Legault?... Legault?...."
The words echoed off the walls of his mind, as the transition from water to fire occurred. Where there was once clarity, likea drop hitting a pool, the waves clear for all to see, there was now passion and determination, like tongues of flame licking out from a fire...
Wake up.
A low groan came from Legault's lips, his eyes squinting painfully. He slowly pulled himself onto his hands, his long brown hair hanging over his face. As he felt the blood in his veins return to its normal pace, the pain and the unconsciousness lifted from him. He raised his eyes to the room, and turned their lucid gaze to the woman who was before trying to rouse him. It was rare for someone to try to rouse him in his state, many in the past have in fact tried to kill him. Thus, he couldn't help but feel some gratitude for a warm face to wake up to for once.
"Ah, hello." He said, trying as hard as he could to ignore the pain going through his muscles. As many times as he had gone through that, it still hurt like bloody Hell.
"I hope I wasn't out for too long. That's a bad state to be in for a place like this, and I don't think I've made you any better for wear." He said with a forced smile for her distressed state, though he betrayed his physical state as he tried to get up, only to fall and catch himself on the side of the fridge. Regardless, with determination he pulled himself up, resting on the strength of one leg and the wall next to him.
"Anyway, let's go. We're not solving anything by standing here, we need to find Libby and the truth here."
Legault couldn't lie down when there were things that he had to do, and people he had to stop.
((I know this and the last post have been pretty dramatic, but they're kindof an introduction to Legault's... condition. You'll notice the difference as we go, but in the future his passing out will be a lot less dramatic.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:31 pm
((Is it dying?! Please don't tell me this RP is dying! >.< ))
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