|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 2:44 pm
"And why is that? I'd like to get home and take a shower. Blood clashes with the remnants of my dress. And it smells wierd. So hurry up and tell us... and I'm babbling, aren't I?
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 4:47 pm
"The one you call Pinhead is in danger. We Cenobites are under the control of a man who has unlocked a loophole in Pandora's Box. Until we get ahold of it, our power will remain his. He has hidden it somewhere in this realm. We require an avatar to our intentions." Deep Throat rasped. She appeared to be looking at Brian, but one could not tell from her cold, glazed eyes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 1:15 pm
"Ok, great. Let's say we believe you, and get Pandora's box. What then? What the hell do we do with the thing that when opened will release all of the sorrows of hell into our world? I sure as Hell (wow... three times in two sentences) am not giving it to you, considering I just met you."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 9:03 am
"It wasn't a choice, girl. Your friend shall become one of us, independent to the wishes of the man who controls us. You two then will go to our realm and retrieve our lord. Only then will we be free and order restored. If we do not have the box, that can only mean certain death for you and your kind." Deep Throat uttered in her rasped monotone voice. Brian furrowed his eyebrows, weighing the options. "So... either look like that, or die. This is a hard one." He muttered. Brain wasn't too keen on becoming a Cenobite, a slave to Leviathon.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:03 pm
"Whatevs. Are you with them, or me? Because I am sure we can come up with a plan that doesn't involve anyone who looks or talks like that" Abby said, jerking her thumb in the direction of their visitor " And what happened to the box's gaurdian? She should be taking care of it. I was there when she got the box and my mother helped train her. Krista should be more then able to get it back herself. Now, If you're joining that, I'm going to find a way myself. I'm gonna leave now and you can follow if you'd like. I'm going home to take a shower and figure this thing out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 4:26 pm
"I think I'll go with you..." Brian muttered with a low voice, examining the genderless thing with disgust. Deep Throat stared with a cool and calm facade, but it was evident that she was upset. "You should reconsider. Any and all wishes you desire will be granted for aiding us, and no paradox will be administered." She responded airily. Brian did reconsider for a moment; finally, he came out with a simple, "No thanks," And walked off with Abby.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 3:22 pm
Abby turned around to see Brian following her. "Good. I need help carrying the kid. He's kinda heavy for me." She said and proceeded to hook her arms under his arms and drag him over to the window, shoving it up after letting him go. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not go back out there in case those zombie kids are still there."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 4:20 pm
Brian snickered. "Yeah. But I still don't think there's another way out of here. Even so..." He stopped for a moment. "I'm not completely confident that we can trust that the man controlling those Cenobites not to kill us. We know where the Pandora's Box is right at this moment; therefore, we can't necessarily claim immunity to his intentions." He added slowly and deliberately.
Deep Throat looked like Brian had spat in her face. She was fatigued, aching and in pain, not like usual; extended periods of time outside of Hell and away from Leviathon could only mean certain death for the Cenobites. The pain was unique; almost as if every one endured in the chambers had been amplified and extraneously fired into her like a crossbow bolt. "My offer wasn't a choice. You will become a Cenobite and help us, whether you like it or not." Deep Throat urged. Brian turned to her in fear as soon as the chains began to emerge from the walls. "You got any ideas?" He asked Abby.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 4:35 pm
With the surge of anger she felt, Abby's power flared. A flick of her hands and the chains turned on their master and wrapped them selves tightly enough to make their intent known to the Cenobite. "That's not very nice. NO MEANS NO!" Abby said, and another flick of her hands pulled the chains tighter, but not tight enough to kill. Yet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
