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Participants: Brooklyn, Donovan
A Search Continued, A Discovery Made...
Brooklyn tore through the rest of the house, on a feverish search for the box. "Come on... Come on! Where did it go? I know I brought it with me... It has to be around here somewhere..." Brooklyn stomped back out into the living room and devled through all the boxes sitting on the floor for what must have been the millionth time. The house was completely a mess. Papers flying through the air, books strewn all over the floor, busted knick knacks and whatnot in piles laying around the perimeter of the room. And still. No box. Nowhere. Not even a trace of it.
"I just know I didn't leave it at the center. I know it. It's one of the first things I packed! It has to be in this damn house somewhere!" Brook dove into the pile of random crap and dug through it again, flinging everything in sight.
Suddenly, Brook heard a noise. "What was that?!" She snapped her head around just in time to see the box, which was perched strangely on the table, pop shut. "Huh?!" She stepped closer to stare at the box, wondering what the hell was going on. It hadn't been there a moment ago. Or had it? Perhaps she was just so consumed in all the noise she was making with her search, that she never even noticed it in the most noticable of places.
The box seemed to jump, and the lid popped slightly open and shut once more. Brooklyn confusedly rubbed her eyes and did a double take. "What the hell is going on here?" She took even another few steps, ending up right next to the table and put a hand on the box. Then she picked it up.
A strange whirring and buzzing was heard from inside the box, almsot like a small insect flying around and knocking itself into the inner confines of the silk-padded box. "What the heck is in there?!" Half curious, half afraid, Brooklyn leaned in close and opened the box's lid a teeny tiny bit.
Upon seeing a small face staring back at her, she screamed and slammed the lid of the box, setting it back down the table and jumping back. "WHAT THE HELL. WHAT IS THAT. WHAT ARE YOU!? WHO ARE YOU!?" Feeling as if she was loosing her mind, she put her ear up to the side of the box to listen for an answer.
A small, but masculine voice rang out from inside. "Perhaps if you hadn't slammed the lid on me, I could have already communicated that to you.
Dumbfounded, Brooklyn just stood there, staring at the box and wondering what to do.
"I just know I didn't leave it at the center. I know it. It's one of the first things I packed! It has to be in this damn house somewhere!" Brook dove into the pile of random crap and dug through it again, flinging everything in sight.
Suddenly, Brook heard a noise. "What was that?!" She snapped her head around just in time to see the box, which was perched strangely on the table, pop shut. "Huh?!" She stepped closer to stare at the box, wondering what the hell was going on. It hadn't been there a moment ago. Or had it? Perhaps she was just so consumed in all the noise she was making with her search, that she never even noticed it in the most noticable of places.
The box seemed to jump, and the lid popped slightly open and shut once more. Brooklyn confusedly rubbed her eyes and did a double take. "What the hell is going on here?" She took even another few steps, ending up right next to the table and put a hand on the box. Then she picked it up.
A strange whirring and buzzing was heard from inside the box, almsot like a small insect flying around and knocking itself into the inner confines of the silk-padded box. "What the heck is in there?!" Half curious, half afraid, Brooklyn leaned in close and opened the box's lid a teeny tiny bit.
Upon seeing a small face staring back at her, she screamed and slammed the lid of the box, setting it back down the table and jumping back. "WHAT THE HELL. WHAT IS THAT. WHAT ARE YOU!? WHO ARE YOU!?" Feeling as if she was loosing her mind, she put her ear up to the side of the box to listen for an answer.
A small, but masculine voice rang out from inside. "Perhaps if you hadn't slammed the lid on me, I could have already communicated that to you.
Dumbfounded, Brooklyn just stood there, staring at the box and wondering what to do.
