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Sherry forced a smile through her tears as Tori's hands covered hers. It was a small comfort for Sherry...but what about the person bleeding out before them? Was it any comfort for them? Sherry could feel it, like Tori could. Their life was fading. It was useless.

"Ok, your friend's not dead. You can leave that thing to die now."

Her eyes glanced up at Jake, then back to the figure whose life was ending. He was right. Tori was here, he was here...and Sherry was certain they were real.

Enemy.

Yes. It, it was an enemy. Who else could it be? No coat, no hunter. Just...she looked down at the hands pressed against it's wound. The life was all but gone now. There was nothing to be done.

Enemy. The whisper came again.

Sherry looked over the figure again. Dead. A dead enemy. "No!" Sherry pushed away. Away from Tori and away from the body. Time wasted. A failure. Whatever it was was still dead, and she had... One anguished cry escaped her.

Armagnac's voice was soothing, but stern.

You couldn't have said something before? Regret was welling up now. Time wasted. Effort wasted. On who? On what? Jake had been right.

Impatience was creeping into the wyrm's voice now.

Right. Sherry sniffed, and one raised one hand to wipe her face. She stopped, seeing the stained glove. She exhaled, gaining her composure, and set about removing the gloves.

"Thank you, Tori, for trying to help." It was good to know that the Lifer had her back. Sherry got to her feet, her gaze avoiding the body. She left her gloves on the floor.

"Sorry for freaking out there, I thought..." she didn't finish. She felt guilt, shame, or something like it at least. Was it because she'd helped the enemy? Or because she'd panicked? It doesn't matter. Sherry inhaled deeply, attempting to brush the feeling away.

"Shearie."

"What?" She turned to Jake. Son of a b***h. I will kill him. Is he here just to make me crazy? The death trainee was not in sight.

"Tori," at least one of them was reliable, "did you see where that brat went?"

"Shhhhhhhh."


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"Thanks," Sherry gave Tori a bit of a weak smile. The comfort was welcome.



"Yes," Sherry agreed with both Tori and Armagnac, together was better. "Ok, let's see if we can find him." Sherry turned. If he had left without her seeing, it meant he had probably gone...over there somewhere. She stared at the swirling fog.

Shhh. Vuuuuu!

A faint whisper. "Let's try that way," she summoned Armagnac as she set off.

hahaaaa~ Shhhhh!

"Did you say something?" Sherry turned to Tori. She could have sworn she heard...well, she didn't know what she heard. Before she could contemplate on it more, something else did catch her attention. "Do you smell that?" It smelled like something was cooking. "This way."

It wasn't far. The fog swirled, and Sherry caught sight of Jake. He wasn't alone...again. What kind of trouble had he gotten them into this time?

"I don't like the look of this," Sherry whispered to Tori.

Cautious and guarded as ever, Sherry stepped forward. She had to make up for her failure earlier, she couldn't be weak with this one. The black figure with white eyes seemed to grin at her. There was something oddly familiar about it, too.

Mrrrffffllllleeee-- Shhhhh!

A shiver ran up her spine. Focus. Whatever this was, it was trouble.

As Sherry watched, she saw the death trainee hold up something small and black. Picked something? What did he mean?

"Jake," she said slowly. "What are you doing?"

Mmmm fffoooodzzz!

Sherry glance around the area. They needed to leave...but there seemed to be no way out.

"Oh, we can take a break after we're done, there's still so much to do!"

"Done?" Sherry repeated. Done with what? Surely not done...cooking? One skeptical eyebrow was raised. It certainly looked and smelled like cooking was happening. She took a closer look at the counter Jake had pick something up from. Those...were those supposed to be ingredients?

"What did you walk into?" she asked, shooting a glance at the death trainee. If they died here, it she was blaming him.

The black figure was still grinning. Still waiting. For what? For help? Sherry let out a little sigh. Sure, why not? Stranger things had happened. Too many times to list. Why not help a goopey shadow monster cook? (And anything was better than what had just happened.)

"I think we should pick something, too," Sherry said to Tori.

"Here. I'll pick this one," she reached down with her free hand, and picked up the strange fish-like creature that was staring at her with white eyes.

She was strangely calm about the whole thing. Life was so much easier when things were odd. And when you had someone to be grumpy at.


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As the figure accepted the thing he shoved in its face, he turned around to see both Sherry and Tori behind him.

He only gave a shrug at Sherry's question.
"Hell if I know. Stupid thing won't let me leave until I give it something. No idea what the heck it's planning to do"

Tori's question, however, was greeted with a cold stare.
"I do what I want, ok? Especially since you guys were SO insistent on crying over some stupid dead body. I bet it wasn't even one of the other hunters, was it?"

A strange beeping sound made him turn his head back to the figure, though the first thing he NOTICED was black smoke coming out of the oven.
That... didn't look good.
The figure only smiled at him and told him everything was fine.
Though he might not have a lot of knowledge about cooking, he was pretty sure there wasn't supposed to be SMOKE, especially BLACK SMOKE coming out of the oven.

Pushing past the figure, he prepared to yank open the oven door, but before he could do so, everything went white.

Sherry gave Jake a deadpan look as the black figure took the ingredients. Sure, she understood how it went. Sometimes you just had to roll with things, even when they seemed nuts (like right now). But still. He had wandered off- and that was irritating.

His response to Tori, however, caused Sherry to look at her feet. It hadn't been a hunter. And she'd been freaking out. I don't deserve to be here. I can't believe I even tried.

Sheerrainthssssssssshhhhhhhh

"Hush," Sherry whispered to whoever was talking. They were doing that almost constantly, and it was getting old.

hahahaha

And they were laughing at her. I can't blame them. Her eyes focused on the toes of her boots. They were scuffed and stained, proof of her most recent failures. I messed up again, didn't I?

Yessssshhhhhhhhhh! hahaha

I knew it. The others would be better off leaving me behind.



Hahaha!

Sorry. Even her partner was upset with her.



Hahaha!

I know. She was still looking at her boots, the mists lightly swirling around them. Hey, you smell that?



It's nice. Reminds me of....I'm not sure. Holidays and happiness, maybe. She smiled lightly. She hardly noticed her vision blurring, her world turning white. That's a nice song.

At least the girl seemed to have forgotten her esteem issue.

Sherry's world went white. She didn't mind.


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Sherry was vaguely aware of voices. Tori? Jake? Armagnac? Whoever else was talking?
“Would you all just hush?” She looked up, slightly annoyed.

No one. There was only white. Umm….



Me, too. It wasn’t reassuring. “Tori? Jake? Guys?” she called into the swirling fog cautiously.

Flllaahahaha

Voices! And she knew she recognized one of them. “That way,” she said, stepping into the fog. “Jake! Tori! Where are you guys?” She really shouldn’t be calling so loudly. But the other whispers seemed to be getting louder, but that could be because the fog seemed to muffle everything.

It even did a really good job of hiding the door. Sherry almost walked into it. It was huge…and even though the gray matched the fog, it seemed impossible to have nearly missed it. (Luckily she didn’t see your fail there, Jake.)

“What is this?”



“I know it’s a door,” she huffed.

Lalalhahhaaahahaha

Sherry glanced around. There was no sign of anyone. “Tori? Jake? I’m over here, by this door.”



“Advice taken,” the life trainee said, turning back to the door. She reached out one hand, and touched it. It seemed solid enough. And really rather door-like. “Seems normal, though. I wonder what’s on the other side,” she took a step, and tried to poke her head around it. The door slid to the side, stopping her. “Ok. Not normal.” She tried this a couple more times, but the result was very much the same. The Door stayed in front of her.

“Hmm…” Sherry quickly turned around and took a few steps away. The door was still this time.

Sheeerrrriaaaia

“Shh,” Sherry responded. To Armagnac she said, “It won’t let us go that way,” she gestured behind the door. “But we can go back the way we came.”



“I was hoping to ask you,” she glanced around again. No sign of anyone. The door was in front of her, and the fog was behind. “I wish I knew where Jake and Tori were.”

Sherry stared at the door.



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Name: Sherry Greyson
HP: 40/40
FEAR Strength: 90%
Insanity Strength: 30% : Did you say something? You think you're hearing something, but it's hard to understand what they're saying. If anyone's saying anything. It's annoying, but it's nothing. You think. Maybe. Stop looking at me like that! I said it's nothing! Really? I... let's just drop it, okay?
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RP Blurb: Shortish light brown hair, mid-height (5'6"). Life trainee with a long coat, tattered and bloodstained at this point. Bandages on her left arm.

[A.V]

naggeela

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LOL. This may end up really disjointed. Feel free to respond if you wish, if not, no worries!
I need to type up her choice still. xD I'll get it posted either in a few hours.

“We can’t go back,” her eyes were focused on the gray door.



“I mean, we can, physically. Maybe, if this place really lets us. But…to go forward, I have a feeling we have to go through.” It made sense, really. The door was quite stubborn about being in her way if she tried to go around it. “When did my life become some kind of fantasy adventure story? Wait, don’t even answer that.” She’d signed up for this, after all.

Her head turned. She’d heard more voices in the fog. This time, it sounded like Tori. “Hard to tell, though,” she sighed, shaking her head. Someone was whispering at her near constantly.



“It helps me keep things straight, yeah. I don’t like this, Armagnac.” Her friends were missing in the fog, facing lord knows what, and her she was, alone, facing a door. “Well, let’s get on with it, then.” She reached one hand out and touched the doorknob.

She jumped as she heard the voice call out to her. She’d been expecting the door to do something, but she’d not been expecting anything from behind. She turned and gasped. Standing before her, was herself. She wore a white coat, but it was missing the hunter gold. She was clean, and crisp. No blood, no bandages, no pain. The other her reached out, and gently took her hand.

Armagnac growled.

“Don't go. Please.”

“What?” Sherry stared. She had met other versions of herself before, though that whole situation had been something else; she’d been a minipet. This Sherry, however…she recognized her. This was how she looked in the mirror.

“ There's still another way.”

“What?” Sherry repeated. Another way to way? To what? To help Tori? To help Jake? Another way around the door? Another way out of this place? She stared at herself, searching her own eyes. A pleading look was returned. Don’t go? Another way?

“You know that’s a lie,” Sherry told herself. “If I stop now, I’d be giving up. I can’t give up.” Sherry clasped the hand that had taken hers. “I have to help my friends. I have to help the other hunters. I have to save people. You know that. Or else I wouldn’t be standing here right now. And I've already messed up. Not just today, but before that, even. I have to fix it; I have to be better than I am. I made a promise to myself. I have to get stronger. I can’t back down now."

She gave the hands a squeeze. She, the real Sherry, was a bit afraid to walk through that door. But she couldn’t walk away. Not after everything she’d been through. Not after the people she’d met. It was like she’d told Jake earlier, she’d signed up to help people. To save and protect people. The only way she would be able to do that, would be to face the crap the world threw at her, get stronger, and move forward. “I want to help people. And I don’t even care if I die doing it.”



”You don't have to do this!”

Sherry smiled a small, bittersweet smile. “Except I do. If I don’t, maybe no one will. Or maybe someone will. I don’t know. But I do know, if I don’t go, somebody else will suffer. That's unacceptable. I am going, for someone must. Right now, that someone is me."




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Name: Sherry Greyson
HP: 40/40
FEAR Strength: 90%
Insanity Strength: 30% : Did you say something? You think you're hearing something, but it's hard to understand what they're saying. If anyone's saying anything. It's annoying, but it's nothing. You think. Maybe. Stop looking at me like that! I said it's nothing! Really? I... let's just drop it, okay?
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RP Blurb: Shortish light brown hair, mid-height (5'6"). Life trainee with a long coat, tattered and bloodstained at this point. Bandages on her left arm.

[A.V]

naggeela

Sherry gave herself one more small, sad smile. There was no turning back. Not now, not ever. She wasn't the same Sherry she'd been, and truth be told, she almost felt like she was saying goodbye to a piece of herself. Without a word she turned back to the door. The hand of her other self slipped from hers, and Sherry reached out to to grasp the doorknob. The door opened without a sound, quick and fluid. Sherry stepped through.

Fog. All she saw was fog. She turned, looking over her shoulder, she saw no door, no other Sherry. She was alone in the fog once more. Well, basically alone.

Armagnac crooned with approval.

"Thanks. Now to see about finding the others." Sherry stepped out into the fog.

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And there it was. A hole in the ground....a hole that wasn't really a hole. Stairs.



"We go down them," Sherry cast a glance over shoulder. "And hope it leads us to the same place as the others."

It was too late to turn back now.

[EXIT]

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