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The Call (1) : An unknown number calls you. Maybe you pick it up, maybe you don’t, but the message is the same–someone on the other line is warning you about something. They seem to have details that give credence to whatever they’re warning you about, but there’s something particularly unbelievable about it all–because, they sound like you. And they know things only you would know. And then, the line drops, and you’re left alone. If you try to call the number back, it’s been disconnected. If it was a prank, it was a good one. But, maybe there was something more to it.
((Occurring the next day after this rp))
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It had taken her quite a while to shake the feeling of her neck being chopped off and the chill that traveled down her spine but once that was starting to fade another concern took the forefront of her mind. Where had Cliff gone? Why? Was he ok?
He had just disappeared, one moment he was powering up the next he was gone. Leaving her all alone to face the damn horseman, but this wasn’t like him. He was dependable. Reliable. Someone she didn’t hesitate to call when she needed help. Something had to have gone wrong. Once again Abby picked up her phone and texted him, it was just one of the dozens and dozens she had sent over the last several hours. Along with a few voicemails. But still nothing.
“If he hasn’t called back by tomorrow…” She trailed off knowing her options were limited. The police, campus police, and the order in general but really, there was very little she could do. Especially if it was something to do with his homeworld. The young woman started to pace around her room as worry and anxiety started to build to a fevered pitch. It was worse because it was mixed with guilt. Maybe he wouldn’t be missing if she hadn’t suggested they power up. If she hadn’t said they needed to fight he might have still been there.
The chirp of her phone had her diving across the small dorm room. Abby fumbled with the phone for a second before she answered it, “Cliff?” The caller didn’t respond but they did start talking, warning about something. Talking about shadows and danger. It was bizarre and rather unbelievable but they knew things, things that only she knew, things that she had never told anyone before. “Who is this? If this is a prank-” Abby demanded, growing angry and concerned with each new thing the caller said. She was about to say more when the call dropped, leaving her standing there incredulous at the now black screen.
With a muttered curse the young woman quickly navigated to the call screen and hit redial. Whoever that had been was about to get an earful of one rather pissed Brit. Only she was never able to vent her frustration because all she got was the automated response of ‘the number you have dialed is not in service, please check the number and try again.’ She tried again and again but no luck. The phone was either dead, turned off, or completely disconnected.
Abby turned to Google but even that didn’t provide any luck. Not even the usual responses that all boiled down to ‘pay us and we will tell you who has that number’. This was getting more and more bizarre. Once again she tried the number but still got the same answer. She was about to try again when the phone rang. Abby quickly answered it and nearly growled out, “I don’t know what sick game you're playing but when I find you, and I will, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
She, of course, hadn’t bothered to check the caller ID. If she had she would have seen ‘Cliff’ flash up on the screen… And she wouldn’t have threatened him with grievous bodily harm.
He had just disappeared, one moment he was powering up the next he was gone. Leaving her all alone to face the damn horseman, but this wasn’t like him. He was dependable. Reliable. Someone she didn’t hesitate to call when she needed help. Something had to have gone wrong. Once again Abby picked up her phone and texted him, it was just one of the dozens and dozens she had sent over the last several hours. Along with a few voicemails. But still nothing.
“If he hasn’t called back by tomorrow…” She trailed off knowing her options were limited. The police, campus police, and the order in general but really, there was very little she could do. Especially if it was something to do with his homeworld. The young woman started to pace around her room as worry and anxiety started to build to a fevered pitch. It was worse because it was mixed with guilt. Maybe he wouldn’t be missing if she hadn’t suggested they power up. If she hadn’t said they needed to fight he might have still been there.
The chirp of her phone had her diving across the small dorm room. Abby fumbled with the phone for a second before she answered it, “Cliff?” The caller didn’t respond but they did start talking, warning about something. Talking about shadows and danger. It was bizarre and rather unbelievable but they knew things, things that only she knew, things that she had never told anyone before. “Who is this? If this is a prank-” Abby demanded, growing angry and concerned with each new thing the caller said. She was about to say more when the call dropped, leaving her standing there incredulous at the now black screen.
With a muttered curse the young woman quickly navigated to the call screen and hit redial. Whoever that had been was about to get an earful of one rather pissed Brit. Only she was never able to vent her frustration because all she got was the automated response of ‘the number you have dialed is not in service, please check the number and try again.’ She tried again and again but no luck. The phone was either dead, turned off, or completely disconnected.
Abby turned to Google but even that didn’t provide any luck. Not even the usual responses that all boiled down to ‘pay us and we will tell you who has that number’. This was getting more and more bizarre. Once again she tried the number but still got the same answer. She was about to try again when the phone rang. Abby quickly answered it and nearly growled out, “I don’t know what sick game you're playing but when I find you, and I will, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
She, of course, hadn’t bothered to check the caller ID. If she had she would have seen ‘Cliff’ flash up on the screen… And she wouldn’t have threatened him with grievous bodily harm.
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Calling Abby was actually the first thing that he did as soon as he got back from his homeworld. At least, after the weird ordeal involving that wooden die was over and done with. Even while half covered in mud and doing his best to wrestle down the irritation of having to deal with some kind of ghostly horseman, and then his homeworld, and then the gameboard-like event in quick succession, he was still worried about her.
He had just disappeared, after all, and had no idea what happened afterward and whether or not she was okay.
Cliff had relaxed, of course, after seeing all her missed calls and texts. Unfortunately for him, it was already evening by the time he was able to call her back, so when she answered like that he heaved a sigh.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about what happened,” he said, frowning deeply as he walked and feeling the eyes of passersby falling on him and his unfortunate state. As if the guilt that was creeping over him wasn’t bad enough. “You know I would never just bail on you like that. I can explain if you wanna come over. I’m walking back now, GPS says it’ll be another fifteen minutes and I gotta get cleaned up ‘cause…well. You’ll see. But gimme maybe an hour?”
He had just disappeared, after all, and had no idea what happened afterward and whether or not she was okay.
Cliff had relaxed, of course, after seeing all her missed calls and texts. Unfortunately for him, it was already evening by the time he was able to call her back, so when she answered like that he heaved a sigh.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about what happened,” he said, frowning deeply as he walked and feeling the eyes of passersby falling on him and his unfortunate state. As if the guilt that was creeping over him wasn’t bad enough. “You know I would never just bail on you like that. I can explain if you wanna come over. I’m walking back now, GPS says it’ll be another fifteen minutes and I gotta get cleaned up ‘cause…well. You’ll see. But gimme maybe an hour?”
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“Cliff?” The voice on the other end was familiar, not like the other call familiar but actually someone besides herself. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I was just getting a crank call so I thought-” She trailed off as his words, and the fact that he called, hit her. “Your back? You damn well better have a good excuse mister! You're okay, right? Nothing wrong?” Abby swung from being mad to concerned all in a breath. “An hour? Yeah, that should be fine… should I bring food since it sounds like this might be a long explanation.”
She was already fishing out her stack of takeout menus that all delivered to the campus, rather lucrative business for them, and was just waiting for the agreement from Cliff to actually order. Besides, after the earlier call she could really use some pizza right then. But first, “You’re really okay? No need for any first aid?”
She was already fishing out her stack of takeout menus that all delivered to the campus, rather lucrative business for them, and was just waiting for the agreement from Cliff to actually order. Besides, after the earlier call she could really use some pizza right then. But first, “You’re really okay? No need for any first aid?”
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The change in her tone was a relief, though he still had every intention of making up for his screw-up. He probably didn’t have to, from the sounds of it–she probably would have been happy to just hear a legitimate reason for leaving her hanging the way that he did–but he could manage a free meal while he explained.
“Yeah, basically fine,” came his reply, frown shifting to the smallest of smiles. “Just order whatever you want for delivery to my place, my treat.” He paused when her worry surfaced again, and he looked down at the various cuts he now sported on his arms, and felt the ones all over the rest of him as he moved.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Just a few cuts, I’ve got a basic kit at home I’ll probably crack open after I get outta the shower so just bring you.”
There was another brief exchange about food details that helped pass the time. By the time they hung up he was in a neighborhood that he recognized, so he turned off his navigation and focused on hurrying home. The frustration about the progression of his evening had slowly started to fade, particularly now that he had confirmed that Abby was safe and she’d agreed to debrief, so to speak, over a meal. He was basically past it by the time he walked into his dorm room, and while the memories were still fresh he opted to just look forward to spending a bit of time with his best friend instead.
As soon as the door closed behind him, he confirmed delivery details with Abby via text, and then he promptly hopped in the shower to get cleaned up.
“Yeah, basically fine,” came his reply, frown shifting to the smallest of smiles. “Just order whatever you want for delivery to my place, my treat.” He paused when her worry surfaced again, and he looked down at the various cuts he now sported on his arms, and felt the ones all over the rest of him as he moved.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Just a few cuts, I’ve got a basic kit at home I’ll probably crack open after I get outta the shower so just bring you.”
There was another brief exchange about food details that helped pass the time. By the time they hung up he was in a neighborhood that he recognized, so he turned off his navigation and focused on hurrying home. The frustration about the progression of his evening had slowly started to fade, particularly now that he had confirmed that Abby was safe and she’d agreed to debrief, so to speak, over a meal. He was basically past it by the time he walked into his dorm room, and while the memories were still fresh he opted to just look forward to spending a bit of time with his best friend instead.
As soon as the door closed behind him, he confirmed delivery details with Abby via text, and then he promptly hopped in the shower to get cleaned up.
