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 Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:01 am
Ookay. ::walks toward the small window:: Anybody home? ::steps a little closer to the window and waits::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:07 am
::Nothing. Not a thing. Not a responce, not a blink, not a sound. How boring...The rest of the room was empty and while people perodically walked passed the door to the galley no one actually looked inside.
There were many chairs, and yet if Marissa turned around she'd notice the room might seem a bit smaller...and a bit darker. Or maybe it was just her imagination. A trick from the lack of light, cob webs and creaky floor boards.
It was funny how everything in this room seemed so aged, so untouched....odd.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:12 am
::the fact that no one was coming in here to eat and it didn't look like anyone had done that in a while peeked her interest greatly. She went from table to table blowing away the dust and looking on and underneath the tops for any writing the crew may have done to it. Maybe this would tell her why it wasn't so well used and for how long::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:15 am
::It was odd. Because she was randomly picking tables this shouldnt have happend and yet it did. In order as she blew the dust off the tables these words appeared, not randomly, but in this exact order.::
"Far"
"From"
"Home"
"Kitty"
"Strays"
"Here"
"With"
"Me"
"Kitty"
"Stays"
::As she picked her head up from the last table, she get that odd shrinking feeling again. The feeling that the room had gotten a tiny bit smaller perhaps, or just a tiny bit darker...But no one was there.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:17 am
Okay, this is weird even for home. ::she looks at the door, then bolts for the kitchen window. Grabbing the upper ledge inside the kitchen, lifting her feet up and pushing through (she would probably feel sorry if she nailed someone in the face but that was only an afterthought). Then the rest of her came speeding through and she landed in a crouched position on the other side::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:22 am
::Strange, the door was still open and people were still walking by, yet none were walking in, or looking directly in. Why? It didnt matter, she bolted straight for the window, hands on the counter and....
DONG.
...Painful as it might be, the feeling she would feel would be equivalent to banging feet first into a solid wall. No give, and yet there was no wall. The surface hadnt changed from swathing black nothingness. And yet again, the room...seemed smaller. Chairs were missng, darkness was encrouching. Right?::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:25 am
::if it wasn't for the fact that she was on another world she would have sworn Lambeche had come and was playing a trick on her.:: Well this isn't fun anymore, nothings happening ::and she waltzes towards the door, singing once more::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:32 am
::And there was the door. Creaky, wooden, old, and open. She walked toward it, closer, and closer, each step bringing her closer, to the door and the people walking outside of it until....BANG.
Just a second before she'd actually step into it, it slammed shut, and the words.
"NO!"
Was carved violently into the door, yet still the wood was dripping blood. and the carvings were being blown away. Perhaps this was just a very unhappy door? The gash in the door continued to bleed...more...and more, as soon the seams of the door began to bleed violent, gushing blood from every seam. The room itself began to bleed. From the window of black rumbling came as a torrent of the red life liquid gushed from the window and began flooding the room.
The walls screamed, not a human scream but the scream of creaking wood and from the dusty grains poured yet more of the red liquid...::
Marissa...
::The decrepit and sicky voice called forth from not a single place but everywhere around the room. The voice seemed racked with agony and pain as if tortured for a thousand years and left dying in this ever shrinking room. Right here right now.
The shrink was no longer minimal, but noticable, the walls were shrinking as the darkness incrouched and the blood was pooling closer and closer and closer...::
Marissa!
::The voice shouted from directly behind her. Familiar and yet lost, distant.:
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 10:51 am
::looks on in shock at the door::
Quote: yet still the wood was dripping blood
::she looks panicked and then tries to wipe away the blood from the door with her robe::
Quote: From the window of black rumbling came as a torrent of the red life liquid gushed from the window and began flooding the room.
::even more confused she makes her way quickly toward the door. At one point she trips on her now blood-soaked robe.::
::she looks up at the call of her name, looking around for the person as she frantically tries to get up off of the floor::
Quote: The voice seemed racked with agony and pain as if tortured for a thousand years and left dying in this ever shrinking room.
What? ::a great cry rips from her throat:: How can I help, what do you need of me?
Quote: the walls were shrinking as the darkness incrouched and the blood was pooling closer and closer and closer
::she tries to make her way to where she believes the hole to be, wading through the thick pool of blood. A few times she stumbles, but she regains her footing and trudges on::
Help me! ::she cries in great anguish as she spins around, hoping to at last find the pesron causing her so much panic::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:02 am
::The events of the room continued without remorse or response to her terrified cries. The blood slid and slithered around the floor with faces emerging from its red surface to emit screams of sheer agony. Hands gripped up at her doing their damnedest to pull her down into the muck.
The voice! The call! The blood on her robe did its damndest to climb up her form and drag her down into the depths. The feeling of dread the room broadcast could only be equated to the feeling one must feel before being dragged into the gates of hell. And then...the call. Her name! As she spun around, there he was.
The room was completely devoid of any of the previously mentioned horrors. It was as if they were never there. But he was. He stood about 8ft tall and yet he was rather lanky, a loving smile was persed across his lips as he looked down at her with his brown here gusted by the gentle wind.
Wind, indoors? No. They werent indoors, they were outdoors. But how? This wasnt the airship, this was home, a warm cave in the den realm and there was Watcher. Smiling at her, and holding her warmly in his hands.::
Its ok Marissa, you had another nightmare.
::And he reached forth to hold her close to his chest. There were a few scrapes across his chest from her subconcious thrashing. But all and all the crinos bastet was home, and Gaia felt as if she was sitting right next door.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:11 am
::looks around, the panic causing her to shift back into her human form. She looks widely around her and then down at her robe, seeing her robe completely cleaned she inserts her hand into her pocket, feeling for the bracelet as she backs away from Watcher::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:15 am
::Nothing,
Bracelet was entirely missing.
Watcher looked confused, his head tilted slightly to the side.::
Marissa? Its ok, its ok, it was just a dream. Come, its ok.
::He leaned forward yet again to go for another hug around her chest, the wounds she inflicted already almost entirely gone. The Watcher seemed as worried as he was confused.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:16 am
**After a good long working spree and doing his best to repair the kitchen, Lanhie walks out into the hallway and starts looking around for the crew quarters.**
I guess I should find someone in charge. That slippery captain probably knows where our rooms are.
**shifts to lupus and starts sniffing around for Captain snake oil**
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:18 am
::she looks at Watcher once more, shifts to feline and goes running out of the cave. her only thought is that she must find Grandfather, Eyroke and Bloodclaw. If this was another dream then something has gone dreadfully wrong. Also, how did she end up here in the Den-Realm from the Moon Bridge? Things were confusing, emotions running every which way. Oh how she hoped someone would know what to do::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:22 am
Wait!
::Watchers voice cried out as he lunged forward and gripped her arm.::
Marissa before you go, theres some, I just need to ask you.
::His voice had change entirely from joyous love, to deep sadness. It might even seem odd he was suddenly so overcome with sadness. Maybe it was watching her run away so scared when she didnt confide in him. Maybe he just had something on his mind that couldnt wait.::
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Whoa there shuga, where ya off to so fast?
::A voice called out from directly behind Lanhie. She wore a large pirates cap with the insignia of a skull and crossbones set ablaze across it. Her hair was as red as the hottest fire, and her face was as kind as a little candle. She wore an eye patch, across her right eye and the outfit you might most expect from a pirate maiden. A long jacket with a slit from the neck to the belly button exposing all clevage that was legal.::
Cute fella like you dont need to run. You need a tour.
::She said as she seductively made her way over to Lanhie, her hips swaying, in her sexiest walk.::
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