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Post by Fractured Princess on Sept 26, 2006 0:18:57 GMT 10
(OOC: I don't care if no one joins me in this RP, honestly I'll continue it like a story if I have to, but it'd be bloody nice to have constant company.)
The cold wind blew in through the open window. Joseigh sat on the sill and stared out across the memorial; the homeless guy was back with his bike again. Looking slightly west he gazed upon the tall Minster in awe. It was always the same; the ominous feel of it and the shivers you got down your spine when you looked upon it. It was beautiful and yet eerie just the same, with the golden street lamps lighting selected points on its large structure. It intrigued him.
The television buzzed and turned off unexpectedly and the voice of the pommy game show host stopped. Slipping from his place on the window, Joseigh walked over to inspect the small box. His bedside lamp had seemed to switch off also. Matter of fact, not even his mobile phone would turn on when he tried. All the electronics were out, even the ones that didn't run on government electricity.
Opening his cupboard, he pulled out a few candle sticks and rummaged around for his box of matches. Upon finding them, he returned to his desk - feeling his way around with his hands - and lit the small area close to him after placing the candle sticks into a small candelabra he possessed. The ember glow tinged his black hair and turned his blue eyes aqua. Finally his ghostly white skin had a shade of colour to it. Joseigh decided to investigate. He plucked a candle from the candelabra and placed in into a holder so it didn't drip onto his fingers.
A wheeze from the corner of the room made the teen jump and spin in its general direction. Joseigh's eyes widened at the sight before him. With a gasp he dropped the candle, spilling hot wax and flames onto his rug, and made his way back from the corner. The wheezing grew louder and seemingly more difficult sounding as the thud of attempted walking made it's way to his ears. His back hit his drawers and he felt for his pocket knife. What in the hell was happening?
The carcase like figure drew nearer as Joseigh brandished his knife in attempts to ward the beast off. It seemed to work for a moment, as it stopped and took a step back. But Joseigh's relief was short lived as a scream echoed through the building. "Mother!" He cried and bolted, thankfully in the opposite direction of the other in his room. Down the hall, through the second lounge and into his mothers room he sped as fast as his feet would allow without tripping on something. Upon arrival he dug his heels into the floor and slid before falling face first to the wooden ground. The screams grew louder, right in front of him they bellowed from upon the bed. Scuffling could be heard and the covers slid from their resting place to the ground. And then it all stopped.
Joseigh slowly rose, doing his best to look upon the bed as he did so. "Mother?" The sight of something dark upon the sheets froze him to the core. "M-Mother?" The sight broke him.
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Post by YahNe on Sept 26, 2006 11:04:20 GMT 10
(OOC: I shall join as soon as I get home! Meaning this post will be edited. I have a Science exam next. AAAAAAAAH!) (OOC: Fine. It'll be edited when I get home today. For real this time! I promise I won't get distracted by IMVU. LOL) (OOC: I got distracted! But... I shall type: now!) Kyan shifted his weight from foot-to-foot. His grey - more like silver - eyes scanned the area around him rapidly. The wind howled in his ears as he stood out in the grassy grounds of his 'property' as it was called. Holding tightly onto his flashlight he walked outside the grounds and into the bushland surrounding the back half of it. He could always feel something, an entity, pulling... no, luring him there. "Kyan Nikkols! Get back in the house this instant!" He froze; he has been so close... and yet, so very far. But he could feel it, stronger. Pulsing. The urge to ignore his mother and all warnings was higher than ever. " Kyan!" Kyan... Kyan... it's watching. It knows. You'll soon be ready... The flashlight fell; hitting the ground with a dull thud. Kyan turned and fled; oblivious to the dark hand that grasped the flashlight behind him.
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Post by Fractured Princess on Sept 26, 2006 22:41:12 GMT 10
Police surrounded the area and tape was placed around one of the buildings. None of the spectators knew yet what had happened but a young teen of about 16 sat on his front steps, wrapped in a blanket but still shivering, as an officer attempted to coax words from the traumatized boy.
Joseigh could barely hear the police officer's voice, it sounded so far away and distant, so quite against the heavy beating of his still racing heart in his ears. Flashes of the previous night fled past in short shattered fractions as forensics arrived and something was carted out into a van in numerous black bags. Something red dripped from one and he thought he caught a glimpse of one of her fingers; or perhaps his imagination was playing tricks on him.
Looking into the surrounding crowd of faces, Joseigh caught sight of Chrissy, his neighbour. Her pale face looked pastey and her baby blue eyes were dull and tired. His brain switched back on and he jolted to a stand and ran to her. Why was she out of the house? "Chrissy! What are you doing out here? You know you're not well enough to come outside." She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. He didn't expect an answer... She never answered. "You shouldn't be here Chrissy. Go back inside and rest." Her blonde ringlets were half tied back with a silver bow, as they always were. He always remembered her to be like this, he could no longer picture her smiling face so full of life and happiness. Now she was gone, she was left an intoxicated shell never to recover.
"Chrissy, are you listening to me? You have to go." She just stood, staring with her ever saddened eyes. It was heartbreaking, every time he looked at her his heart shattered and he stood in endless agony as he watched his best friend slowly die and it was killing him from the inside.
Suddenly there was a large resounding smash and Joseigh spun to see shards of glass raining over the authorities and a few spectators. Up in the window stood a dark shadow, the only visible features were it hands, dead hands. Those same dead hands reached out the window to Joseigh and small droplets of blood fell to the ground. More blood began to ooze from the window sill like it was bleeding and then someone screamed. Looking back to Chrissy he watched as her eyes widened. A little confused but curious he raised his hand to his face and touched something warm... Water?... Blood! He could taste it in his mouth, he tried to talk but it dribbled down his chin and over his shirt.
Joseigh looked to the lady who had screamed. He saw her eyes roll back into her head but could only hear the crowd fuss as, he guessed, someone caught the fainting woman. His vision clouded with red and he found it hard to breath. Reaching for his face again it was all he could feel. The warm, thick texture of blood. He tried to cry out but once again he could only spit as he doubled over and fell to his stomach.
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Post by YahNe on Sept 28, 2006 19:08:00 GMT 10
Kyan had slept badly, now he was outside... walking slowly he arrived at the edge once more. He could feel something... above him, around him... on him... NO! He could only move forward... No, I want to go back! No! I don't want to do this!
Kyan... Kyan... it knows... (I know)... it's hungry... (I'm hungry)... He wanted to run again. He couldn't face it. Whatever it was. But he could only keep going forward. Further and further. No! He wanted to scream but his mouth wouldn't move. No! No! Please! Somebody help!
His world blackened as a cackle resounded throughout the recesses of his mind. He didn't know where he was. He could hear something, crackling... like a fire. With a low moan he opened his eyes; he could see the orange glow on the furniture in front of him and he knew it was a fire. He pushed himself up and sat there on the fluffy rug underneath him.
"Wh... where am I?" He spoke confused; his voice was groggy and full of how tired he actually was. As nobody answered he knew he was alone, but he didn't know. How could he know? With another moan he tried to stand; grasping the side of a lounge-chair to balance. He ached... but he couldn't remember why.
It nearly had you this time, Kyan... ([/i]I nearly had you)... Kyan grasped his head with his free hand. What was 'it'? He couldn't think through the pounding... and the pain. Why couldn't he remember? Did he want to remember?
You'll be ready soon... Ready? For what? Kyan didn't know, but it did. But what was it? Kyan walked forward; towards the fire, the dancing flames captivating his attention; reflecting off his eyes.
Just to... put out his hand and the heat; the burning... Kyan wanted to remember. He knew that... in the end everything he knew would return him to the feeling. The feeling. His right hand moved to cover burn underneath his elbow on the underside of his arm (OOC: Does that make sense?). That was what he wanted to remember, if nothing else.
Only fingertips...[/b] Kyan awoke in a sweat; looking around rapidly he saw he was in the middle of the paddock. Groaning he pushed himself upright and trudged slowly back to the house. He needed to do something else. To get away from whatever it was.
Maybe he would go to town; and that was what he decided as he picked up his board and walked down the dirt path that lead to the front gate. It might be a good change...
(OOC: To be edited later. Getting kicked off the laptop.) (OOC: I'm back! And I don't have to go to school today! I'll add more when I can think of something LOL)
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Post by Fractured Princess on Sept 28, 2006 23:27:13 GMT 10
His ocean blue eyes opened and scanned the room. It was all... White? Sitting up now he could get a better view of his entire surroundings. The bed he lay on was all silky and soft - all white. The marble like floor was white, the rug on it was white, the table, cloth and tea set in the center was white. The walls, the door, the shelves, furniture, books, ordainments, teddies, armchair, pillows...... All white! "Where in the-" The door, it opened.
Peeking around the edge, looking at him with her large, darkly framed baby blue eyes was Chrissy.
"Chris... Wha- What in the hell-? Oh never mind." She wouldn't have answered him anyway, she never answered. The door opened more and she stood in the doorway, the long, dark hall behind her. Her pale white silhouette looked eerie against the black; she almost seemed to glow.
Joseigh stood and made his way toward the small girl. "Hey are you oka-" She stepped back, out of the reach of his outstretched arm. This was new... "Chrissy... What's-?" Another step, then another. What was she doing. Before he knew it she had turned and fled down the hall, like a white light running into an abyss. "Hey, Chrissy wait!" He sped off after her. He was faster then her, but somehow could only be distanced from her as he ran. She had disappeared into a room to the right; it took him forever but he got there.
Upon entering the room Joseigh jumped and halted. She was leaning over a chest in the corner, surrounded by something dark and oozy. "No! Chrissy, come back to me! Please!" He cried, but she continued to lean over the chest - more and more - until a decaying hand reached out and took a hold of her dress. She pulled away with wide eyes and made to stand, but it had her in a vice like grip and wasn't letting go. Another hand shot out and took hold of her wrist.
Joseigh ran further into the room and dove for Chrissy, tugging at her dress and arm to try and break her free - it was useless this way. He searched the room for a sign, anything to aid in her release. An old wooden chest of draws was barely visible in the darkness. He took a hold of the handle of a drawer and pulled it open only to put a foot through it in attempt to break it. Leaning back and pushing his foot on the wood he finally pried the front from its hold and returned to Chrissy and her struggle. She was further in now, harder to free. But he held the plank above his head and brought it down upon the creature inside the chest. A few hits severed the hands from their limbs though they continued to cling.
"Oh God, c'mon!" The elder demanded of his friend as he pulled her to her feet and made for the door. Out and down the stairs he ran. He didn't slow his pace as he bolted toward the double front doors - reaching out for them as he went. His arm jarred as he hit the doors and made to turn the handle. His elbow was forced back and his shoulder hit the doors with full force as the two tripped down the stairs and were sent sprawling onto the foot path.
(OOC: Done.)
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Post by YahNe on Oct 1, 2006 13:13:57 GMT 10
(OOC: Still haven't edited Mekka Nah, I'll edit this post later when I can think of stuff LOL... Right now I'm mourning for the Animania I missed.) (OOC: At nan and pops... and in shit for texting people... hi) Kyan arrived home later on that day; the sun was slowly setting and all he could think of was a door. A round, wooden door with peeling crimson paint. The silver door handle would glint from the light and it would... Burn. Kyan slipped off his shoes at the door and walked inside, ignoring his mother he walked straight to his room. A door, the pulling... the burning... He didn't know any of what was going on. Locked. There would be a lock. A dull one; chipped and darkening. Looking up at his bedroom door he didn't see it. He couldn't see anything. Everything was... Gone. What was gone? His sight? His existence? The door? Soon to come Kyan... soon to come...(OOC: I'm starting to dislike my posts on here lol... I'm switching mine a bit to adapt to Kerri's story because she's basing her's on this RP. It's her first try at a muti-chaptered fic and I swear it's better than my posts on here.)
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Post by Fractured Princess on Oct 2, 2006 17:43:29 GMT 10
When he opened his eyes he was still surrounded by the dark. A small, fragile body was curled up to his back shivering - Chrissy. He sat up and ran a gentle hand through her hair. The pale girl looked up to her friend for a moment and rested her head on his chest; he'd have to get her out of the cold and soon, who knew how long she had been waiting for him to awaken. It was Autumn now but the sharp Winter air was beginning to set in already and Chrissy was in no condition to face it.
He moved to stand and pulled Chrissy with him to her feet. "Chrissy you need to listen carefully to me... Are you listening?" A nod. "I can't stay with you here, it's no longer safe for me, I'm putting you in danger so I have to leave. You need to find somewhere safe until the morning, your mother should still be at Miss Johnas' house so I'll take you there and then go." He held her close for a moment before making his way down the footpath, her hand in his once again. In the shadows, two hands crawled into a drain...
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They walked for half an hour before they reached the house of Chrissy's family friend. She was now wearing Joseigh's shirt as he could no long stand to see her trembling with the cold. Stopping outside the house Chrissy returned the shirt and was pulled into another embrace. "Remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be looking out for you. Even if I'm not here with you... I promise." A kiss on the forehead and he turned and ran down the road. Where he would go even he couldn't be sure, but he had to leave, he had to protect Chrissy - she was all he had left in this world.
Joseigh ran until his feet hurt, down the cobbled stoned streets and out the town gates into the country. He was just thinking about slowing when something got under his feet and he tripped - on what? When he looked there was nothing. Something brushed against his cheek and he was hauled violently to his feet. The smell of decay hit his nose and caused his stomach to lurch as the twisted figure pulled him closer until their faces were an inch apart - could it be called a face, this thing?
"Your debt has not gone unforgotten, Joseigh Thorley. You have not upheld your end of the bargain..." Joseigh's eyes began to water with the foul smell. "Your punishment..." He struggled and kicked, the fear was overwhelming. "Is death." He thrown backward to the hard freeway road and felt his head smack hard against it.
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When the pain finally ebbed away he sat up and felt something touch his shoulder. "Ah!" He spun and pushed - Chrissy! She stood, silhouetted against the night, her eyes filled with confusion and a little hurt upon being shoved away. "Chrissy?!" He yelled. "What the hell are you doing here?! You shouldn't be here! Come on and I'll take you home." She stepped backward, holding her hands to her chest. "No. Come on. You're going home." More and more she moved away until he decided to give up and turned to walk away.
He walked in silence for another hour, the sun had finally risen and the footsteps were still following him. But why? Why would she follow him if she knew that she was in danger? Why would she still follow even though she was sick? Cars whizzed past at 150m/hr, not quite the speed limit but no one ever followed that unless they were in town. He finally turned to confront the girl. "Chrissy why won't you leave? Why do you insist upon following me? I'm dangerous. I-" She touched a hand to his head, her eyes wide and scared. "What?"
Shifting his hair around for a bit, Chrissy tore part of the skirts and held them to his skull. "What are you-?" Removing it he saw blood. Oh, he had hit his head, that was right. He hit it... But how did he-? He couldn't remember how he had ended up on the ground-Oh he had tripped, tripped on- ... What had he tripped on again?
A car pulled up and wound down its window. "Hey do you kids need a ride?"
(OOC: New post.)
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Post by YahNe on Oct 2, 2006 20:12:41 GMT 10
(OOC: I'll post again when I get home! Mmkay? ;D) (OOC: Okay... I'll post when I can think of something LOL) (OOC: omfg! An update by me lol)
Kyan clenched his eyes shut; the twisting feeling in his stomach wouldn't stop. Like it was curling in on itself, about to explode. With a low moan he ran down the stairs and for the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later he walked outside rubbing at his mouth, as he walked out the front door he walked down the dirt path that led to town. Stopping at the first gate he just sighed and looked outward.
He couldn't stand not knowing... and Google gave too many results when he just searched the word 'it'.
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Kyan sat at his window and stared down from his room. He could feel himself drift off and that was something he didn't want to do. Not at all. With a small sigh he moved from the window to his bed. It was still light out. Why was he so tired?
(OOC: Edit later... laptop's stuffing. Damn Pita.)
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Post by Fractured Princess on Oct 3, 2006 18:31:16 GMT 10
The red haired man hadn't said a word most of their trip; he had made a few failed attempts at making conversation near the beginning but soon gave up.
Joseigh noticed that he checked his rear-view mirror quite a bit, but kept it to himself. The silence had been long and uncomfortable, though Chrissy seemed fine. "So -uh... Where are you guys headed?" He finally made another attempt.
"London."
"London, ay? Why so far on your own? What are you, 12?" Joseigh scowled at the mirror and retorted quickly with "I'm 16."
It was quiet for a while more before he made one last attempt. "I'm Harrigan." "Thomas. And this is Stephanie." He gave fake names, this stranger may have seemed nice enough but Josiegh was in no sort of a trusting mood.
From there it was silent all the way to London.
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Stepping from the car, Josiegh helped Chrissy out and ushered her to stand behind him. "Thanks." He said before turning.
"Hey! Be careful! It's dangerous in London at ni-"
"We'll be fine. Thank you."
"Do you have somewhere to stay?" Josiegh's back was the last thing Harrigan seen before the pair disappeared around a corner.
Josiegh didn't like the idea of having Chrissy with him still - But he could hardly leave her behind. She was all he had left in the world and, though he would have rathered her stay somewhere sae, having her close, somewhere he could watch over her himself, seemed comforting to the lonely teen.
They crossed the road and walked through High Street Kensington, no idea why they were dropped there, but it was good enough. The tubes were only a short walk so they could travel on them all day if need be. Only one problem arose there - Money. Where would they find that? I suppose we could simply steal some from a homeless person and then run... Or a busker perhaps... Either way, we're already in enough trouble... I'll have Chrissy wait here then... He turned and faced the girl. "Chrissy... Wait here. Please!" He turned and ran. Surely there would be someone around here close by, there were always people.
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Post by Fractured Princess on Oct 10, 2006 13:31:51 GMT 10
About an hour later Joseigh reached Chrissy, running at full speed. "C'mon Chris!" He said, tugging her from her spot on the ground and continuing to run. They took off just as a homeless man and his blind dog rounded the corner after Joseigh.
They sprinted down the street and ducked down some stairs into the subway. Joseigh heaved his breath from his chest as his gut hit the counter at the booth and he tossed some coins under the simi-circle cut at the bottom ot the window. Two, one way. He yelped in desperation as the red-headed ticket lady on the other side chewed on her gum like a cow does cud. The rolls at her chins wobbled as she worked her jaw - it was almost enough to turn his stomach as he snatched his tickets and took ahold of Chrissy's hand again. He shoved a ticket into the turn-styles and held the smaller girl close to his side as they entered down into the tubes together.
Turning to look over his shoulder as the two decended the stairs, Joseigh watched the ticket lady arguing with the homeless man before he lost sight over the crest of the stne steps.
Sighing with relief, the raven haired boy plonked himself onto one of the free benches and waited for his train to arrive. "Mind the gap" came the voice from the tube train before him, the yellow circuit, but he did not wish to travel out to Heathrowe. To be honest, he was not sure WHERE he wanted to go - but certainly the airport was NOT the destination he saught.
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