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 Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 4:55 pm
"A... a book? But that's..." Cedric trailed off. Seeing the expression on Mira's face, he couldn't continued. She seemed happy, something he hadn't seen in such a long time.
Impossible. The word he'd been about to say. It was impossible. There were supposed to be no books in Room #21. Books and other forms of entertainment were forbidden. Only clothes and food were allowed to be sent, with the exception of paper and pencils, which the doctors used to evaluate the mental conditions of the younger or more insane patients or which the patients used to write letters to their dear ones. Nothing more.
Cedric shook off the feeling and looked into the tunnel. What in God's name was in there? How did Mira could by a book? Feeling an immense sense of fear, Cedric turned away and walked to his bed. He could not think properly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 2:39 am
She heard Cedric walk away, and filled his sentence.
"Impossible..."
Monday, 12th of January, 1962
This was a journal. Published to be a book. Normally, Mira didn't care much about books like that, but hey, a book is a book.
The doctors think I am writing to a loved one. Oh, how I wish they aren't wrong. Oh, how I wish that Jin is not dead.
Oh, how I wish she would have saved me from this room by answering my love. As I write this story wich can become a letter to you, dear reader, I wish you get this in time to be able to come save me. But you cannot do such thing, at least unless I tell you my story, wich I do so wish did not truly happen.
I was in love, with a truly beautiful woman. Her name was Jin Strucker.
She never answered to me. But how could she? She never met me. Oh, but I had met her. I remember the first time I met her. It was at a library.
Mira flipped many a page, reading a fascinating story about a man following, stalking a woman to the ultimate extent: Death. He had killed her, because he couldn't stand loving her.
But the thing that fascinated her the most, was the last pharagraph.
Now you know my story, dearest reader, I beg of you to keep on reading in my journal. Until I die, I will keep on writing about what happens in this wretched room wich they call The Twenty-One.
Suddenly, she was struck by a feeling by such immense fear, that she slapped the book shut and threw it on a vacant bed, where it almost looked as if it were watching her as Mira walked also to her bed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 7:46 am
[[o.O Nice twist there, Parking. You've just added a lot of suspense. And a twist, too. It also explains how the book could have been there. I'm impressed. whee ]]
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 8:13 am
(( whee Yay! I like adding twists to a story. I got all worked up in this one because I forgot how much fun RPing was.
And it really doesn't explain. Because how did Michael send it to a publisher, and got it published and in the Library I saw it in.
BUT HOKAY.))
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 7:24 am
Bess peeked out of the covers to find Mira throwing a book on to a unoccupied bed. What was it? Was it a horror story? What had scared Mira so badly? Now it was her turn to be worried.
"Mira, what's wrong?" Bess asked slowly.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 1:13 pm
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 3:44 pm
[[Sorry for inactivity. School work is killing me, and Gaia is losing it's charm. The charm will be back by Monday, though, so expect a post then.]]
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 2:11 am
Magnius of the Chaos [[Sorry for inactivity. School work is killing me, and Gaia is losing it's charm. The charm will be back by Monday, though, so expect a post then.]] ((Same here. BUT. I have to go on a six-day-long school trip. So I won't be back until next sunday D:. So I will post now.)) "Huh? Oh, nothing, Bess. I just want to... sleep." In reality, Mira knew she wouldn't sleep at all. But she needed an excuse to have some silent time to herself. She lay down and pulled the covers over her.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 5:38 am
Cedric looked at the book that Mira had thrown, wondering what had been in it. As far as he knew, Mira loved books, and the expression on her face when she'd found the book had been one of pure bliss, albeit slightly insane. However, that had been replaced with one of absolute terror, one of pure fear.
Feeling uneasy, Cedric picked up the book Mira had thrown. And gasped as he looked at the cover. There was no title on the book, it was just a simple scrapbook. However, it was a type of scrapbook that he'd seen many times, especially in the home of the two children that had been killed in the fire.
Trembling, Cedric opened the book and looked inside. And he could only stare. It was filled with news articles. On him. Headlines, news articles, photographs and such, all about him and his incidents with fire. Pain, anguish, regret...
Cedric turned to the last page. There were no scraps there. Just a question, written in big and red letters...
"Why did you do it, Mr. Werrington?"
Cedric fell to his knees and stared at his hands. In his disturbed state of mind, all he could see was blood in his hands - blood that overflowed and filled the entire room. The blood burst into flames, and in Cedric's eyes, started to burn the whole room down. Patients screaming and running from the fire transformed into a little girl and her younger brother, crying and begging for help. Then it was all over.
Cedric jumped back, and looked around the room. Nothing had happened.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 3:53 am
((Ooh, I like that plot twist you have there. The book turns into things people dread, or something? Cool.))
People were here before. They weren't the first batch.
Who knows if the bed she was sleeping on, wasn't just hers?
Someone could have died in it.
Mira felt a wave of nausea come over her. Was she just a replacement?
Was there really nothing wrong with her, and did the scientists just need someone to fill a spot someone else left behind?
The pain in the back of her head grew a little, but she ignored it.
((Sorry for not posting, people. There's been a lot going on.))
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 6:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 8:14 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 5:49 pm
What was the deal with that book? Confused, Bess crawled out of bed. She couldn't sleep, anyway.
Of course, she wasn't going to touch that book. Cedric and Mira both were freaking out over it. What was so wrong with it, anyway? Hrmph. How strange.
Bess hopped out of bed, and walked over to Cedric. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she said, "Are you alright?" Gosh, Bess. You should be rewarded or something. What a fabulous speech!
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