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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:13 pm
Koala May was somewhat surprised to see only two statues in the shrine - but any questions she may of had were answered when she discovered the Goddess of Paranoia walking around. When she was handed the bag, she opened it and frowned.
It was empty.
She perked up a bit when she was told it was only a simple error, and was more than happy to help fix it.
Moving into the portal, she tilted her head slightly at the three doors.
Choosing the one that gave off the worse vibe - the yellow door. She took a deep breath and entered.
Never let it be said that Koala May wasn't brave!
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:35 pm
Entering the darkness and having the door shut behind her Koala May fumbled through the dark, the whispers sent a shiver down her spine, a name she didn't recognize and didn't matter to her at all. The hallway moved with her, and eventually, she ran smack into a large crate.
Thud.
She feels around it, but it is completely blocking her path. Then she notices the moving appendage and grabs it, forcing it to stop.
Looking into the crate, she sees the contents take up most of the crate, and as she leans in closer, she hears the heart. With a grin, she knows what she must do. Though it takes her a few moments to move the scissors up to start to plunge a hole into the pliant obstacle. As she dug into the contents of the crate to get to the heart, the arm started to claw at her.
"MAKAYLA!"
Dark, hazy eyes, five-o'clock shadow - a male face, sharp and harsh. A pointed nose and hard thinly pressed lips. He had a hand raised to strike her - she wasn't cowering, but standing her ground against him. She'd started it by tossing a punch at him, he had a black eye - or the start of one at least.
She wasn't sure how this was going to end...
Shaking her head to clear her mind, she continued to drive the scissors deeper into the crate until she roughly cut her way to the heart, freeing it.
Placing it in the her bag, she sighed and moved on.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:43 pm
The ground began to become pliant and sticky - Koala May didn't even want to think about what that might mean. Running into a dead in. She heard sloshing and turned, but saw nothing. Moving back the ways he came, the realized the water around her was getting deeper.
"Please give it back."
Shaking her head she turned, but there was nothing there. Frowning she moved on, until the water was up to her neck. She started to go back the way she came.
"Please give back my -"
Turning she suddenly felt hands grab her and pull her under, water filled her lungs as she realized all she was was starting to fade, staring into blank eyes and that hard sneer.
"God you're as useless as your mother and b***h of a sister... They up and left you - you know..." Her father had been drinking again, he was in deep. He never brought up her mother and sister unless he was deep in his cups.
"I told you to get the lights not the menthols." He crumpled the cigarettes up and threw them at her, taking another pull from his beer. "God - to think I had to put up with you and your stupid mother and sister..."
"Shut up... It's not like I didn't try to go too you jackass." Makayla yelled at him, glaring at him with hate. "Stupid judge said I wasn't old enough to leave the country since you had joint-custody, so I HAD to stay."
"Come here and I'll show you what your mouth just cost you..." her father raised a hand, miming as if to strike her. "You and your stupid mother both deserve a good beating."
"ROT IN HELL!" Makayla slammed the door in her father's face... stalking out of the house...
She'd pay for that when he was sober...
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 6:45 pm
She had not choice, not like she'd of really sought for a different solution anyway. Plunging the scissors deep into the blank eyed creature's chest - it shrieked and vanished. Leaving her hacking and coughing up water. Shaking her head, she got shakily to her feet as she dashed for the light.
Trying to ignore its baleful gaze as it held the scissors she'd stabbed it with,
She would never come back for it... Ever.
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