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The old home....
By: Megan Date: April 21, 2013, 9:16 pm
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They all came here, to this the worst home in the northern
hemisphere. Orphans were sent here. It was a dark depressing
place. The staff did not care about the children. A lot of
children died, from one thing or another. Most due to the
neglect of the staff. Yet, there was a group of children that
banned together and became friends. Bonding over a book, found
in the abandoned wing of the orphanage. Each night meeting and
practicing things out of the book. They all had seen a lot of
strange things in those late hours. Each developing their own
special abilities. Eventually they all were adopted out or grew
up and moved away, nobody knew for sure what happened to the
book. Now they were all in their twenties leading their own
lives. Most of them stayed in contact with one another, some
died. Some nobody knew what happened to them. But one thing is
for sure, things started happening. They all feel as if they are
being followed, some of them are dying off. One by one.
Eventually they realize, something dark is following them,
taking them to the grave. A creature they created themselves.
Will their gifts be enough to stop it? Maybe...maybe not...
So all you need to do here is jump right in and explain your
character through role play. Let your posts introduce them.
However if anyone would like to be "The Creature." Please PM ME!
Anyone else have fun! All of you must have a special ability.
ONLY ONE! You are in your early twenties here. And you are all
spread out. Slowly you must all find one another, to save your
lives and those of your friends that you grew up with in....The
Old Home...
#Post#: 338913--------------------------------------------------
Re: The old home....
By: Megan Date: April 21, 2013, 9:34 pm
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Georgria, I'm coming. it hissed. Georgia.... Georgia looked
around and couldn't see anything. It was all black. Yet
something was calling to her. "Hello?" She felt something brush
against the back of her neck. Georgia...I'm going to kill you
for what you and your friends did. You trapped me here! Georgia
let out a scream.
"GEORGIA!" Something was shaking her and she became more
frightened. "GEORGIA WAKE UP!" It was her room mate. Tilly.
"Wake up Georgia the whole dorm will be up!"
"What?" Georgia mumbled sleepily as she sat up.
"You, are screaming you freaking head off that's what!" Tilly
said a little frustratedly. But as Georgia's eyes came into
focus she seen the concern in them. "What was that all about?"
"N-nothing. I don't remember..." Georgia rubbed her arms and sat
up. The room was chilly. But the goosebumps on her arm were not
from cold. She remembered the nightmare. It hung in her mind
like a dark cloud. She couldn't shake it. Tilly eventually
nodded and climbed back into bed. Georgia snuck out of the room
and went down to sit on the front steps outside with her laptop.
Flipping it open to view her "Socialspacebook." To see if any of
her old friends were on. She needed somebody to confide in.
Somebody she trusted. Only a small group of people were
considered that. They ones from the old home. She placed her
finger over the charger and a small electric charge went into
the laptop, the battery now on full.
#Post#: 338939--------------------------------------------------
Re: The old home....
By: Elin Date: April 21, 2013, 11:00 pm
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Her past life was something of a blur if it could be called even
that. The days in the orphanage were brutal, a sort of slow and
condescending brutality, something that they had all adjusted
to. It was like living a story that no matter how hard you tried
to progress, the story just started from the same page over and
over again....a pernicious perpetual motion with no end in
sight. Which was ironic for her considering her life in the
orphanage was not one of sight but, of blindness.
This made life in that horrid place even harder, or maybe it
didn't, she couldn't remember much...there were few voices she
could remember and associate with companionship but they all
faded with her growing life. The orphanage kicked her the moment
she turned 18, no longer wanting her and her obsessive
'laziness'. Lazy could have been the mundane word for it but,
what she had decided to name it was...'exploring'. Ever since
the night she had joined those select voices and guiding hands,
her dreams brought her into a new world, a world of astral
projection. Where she couldn't see in her awake form, her sleep
form took her on and brought her into a world of sights and
sounds; it was natural that she slept or tried to sleep all the
time, usually shirking responsibilities and friendships of the
like. She might as well have been comatose for all anyone cared,
so she thought anyways.
Being moved out of the orphanage was rough. She was sent to a
school for children of special needs but even there she lost
focus of the life ahead of her. Days went by in dazes for she
slept through them all, her waking moments long enough just to
give her sustenance before she slowly began to crept to deeper
and deeper hours of sleep until each day just blended into the
next. Teachers were concerned and irritated and classmates found
her weird, the ones capable of their own thoughts at least.
Their concerns and their belittlement made her crawl further
within herself during those days. She saw it as another reason
to sleep, they saw it as sinking signs of depression, but what
did she care?
She should have cared more. Her power was her weakness and
eventually, it led to her demise... She had retreated into one
of her favorite hiding spots within the containment of the
school, a small closet she'd chosen as a comfy and suitable
space for sleeping. It only took her a little feeling around to
find it! She'd slipped into sleep almost instantly and felt her
spirit rise from her body, a new form of darkness taking over
her 'eyes'. She was just heading towards the door in that
strange, float-like walk she obtained in this form when the door
practically...exploded. Like a steam-roller smashing pavement,
the door caved in and in the darkness it all happened too fast.
Like a bystander seeing a show aired through a television
store's window, the girl watched as her sleeping and defenseless
body was torn in to like a rag-doll.
It wasn't until days later with the complaints of the stench
that they found her body where her spirit hadn't left. Every day
she stared at that broken piece of flesh no better off than when
it'd started, it wasn't until the people began to pull her
mangled insides off the confines of the walls that the
realization struck her. She was stuck here. She was stuck...
---
The girl on the steps could try to use her computer as she
wished but, thankfully to some memory she was retaining, she'd
found her. It took some searching and by some, a lot, but she'd
somehow done it with enough drive and remembrance. The laptop
screen flickered ominously in the girl's hands as the figure
began to draw upon its power, just enough to let out a small
breeze of a whisper that could practically be lost upon the
wind. "Georgia..."
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Re: The old home....
By: Megan Date: April 21, 2013, 11:26 pm
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Georgia rubbed her arms in the chilly air of the night. The
nightmare still in fresh and and throbbing in her head. No one
was on, as usual. She looked to the clock. It was four thirty
AM, of course no one would be on at this hour. I'm coming for
you. echoed in her mind like a broken record. She felt someone
watching her. She looked up a little and looked around. Seeing
no one she chucked it up to the dream for causing her to be
paranoid. She typed a quick post about not wanting to sleep.
Georgia..., her head snapped up. She definitely heard that.
"Hello?" The voice that she just heard sounded some how softer
than that of the dream though. Almost feminine. But where was it
coming from? She must have been more tired than she thought. She
stood and looked around, hoping someone was fucking with her. Of
course no one would be out at this time. She sat her lap top
down and walked down the steps a few paces. Looking and praying
for any sign of a jokester at this time.
"This isn't funny! Tilly is that you?" When no reply came she
ran back up the steps and shut her lap top. She retreated into
the dorm quickly. Not looking back. Once she got into the hall
way it was dark. She flipped the switch. Nothing. She reached up
and touched the light on the low hanging ceiling. Sending a
small bit of electricity into it. Nothing still. Light bulb must
be blown. She moved onto the next light. Still nothing. You
trapped me here Georgia! You will pay! I'm coming for you! The
sound was the same that had been heard in her dream. She seen
something in the corner of the dark hallway. A figure moving, it
looked almost like smoke...coming towards her. She backed up,
holding up her hand. A low grumble coming from it. She shot a
bolt of electricity at it. A high pitched squeal emitted from it
but it continued moving for her. She turned and ran from the
dorm again, out into the night. When she looked over her
shoulder, nothing was behind her. It was gone for now. But she
had a feeling it would be back.
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Re: The old home....
By: Elin Date: April 22, 2013, 2:02 pm
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Saying so much as the name alone was enough to sap her decently
dry of energy. It had been a long while since she had stayed
this long in her astral form and in order to attempt and
maintain her memories, she had to conserve her energy; so far it
wasn't going so well. Locating Georgia, contacting her, all
while trying to remember why she was even there was slowly
sapping her power. If she didn't keep a hold of this and have a
constant energy source, she'd simply fade inside of herself
until she was just some other spirit wandering around without
purpose and without life.
She couldn't end that way! Time and time again in their abusive
homes, she remembered all the ways the tortures of 'caretakers'
had enveloped them. Their voices hot like fire pokers fresh from
the embers.
"You're worthless."
"Haven't even got a name."
"We'll call you Caecus, as blind as they get."
"No one will ever want you."
"Why not just die?..."
She learned life was more precious than that in those split
moments the creature of their twisted fates tore her apart,
piece by piece. She had homework, she had loans to pay, she even
had a job for a short while and now here she was, wandering,
confused, and struggling hard to figure out how to contact the
now frantic girl. Her worried cries were just distractions to
Caecus as she struggled to do something, anything! But as she'd
discovered, any attempt to touch or communicate with a living
person who couldn't see into the 'spirit' realm, so to speak,
was relatively useless. Her touch would be like a cold breeze
and her words would be lost on the wind, her best chance was to
somehow contact her through some other means...Caecus was just
debating what to do when she felt the warning signals go off
inside of her, like quick static shocks. SHe'd felt that just as
she pulled herself from her body. "It's here!" But Georgia was
already gone.
With ease she traversed at a swift speed, almost as if hallways
were nothing. They were nothing, to her anyways. Her spirit
wandered behind Georgia, her silent pleas to get out of the damn
building lost upon the girl's ears. The loud ringing in her head
announced the appearance of the beast that was warded off just
briefly by the girl's powers, reminding her what it was that
Georgia had gained from their childhood escapades that now
endangered their lives. It was a wise move on her part but it
wouldn't hold the creature off for long. She summoned upon some
strength and floated upwards just a bit, hands gripping to the
small metal pipes that connected to the fire alarm system, she
willed just enough and felt the sudden click as the spark of her
energy set off the system without a hitch; as predicted the
students stumbled out in a frenzied slumber and the lights that
were once off flicked on, repelling the beast with the one thing
it couldn't stand; light.
She almost momentarily lost herself as she wandered out of the
dorm to follow in Georgia's steps. For a brief moment, Caecus
forgot who she was, what she was doing, and why she was doing it
here but it passed with a new sense of urgency, causing her to
remember just enough to follow behind the running girl. Trailing
was easy but it was thinking of how to communicate that got
hard; Georgia couldn't hear her and wouldn't stop unless
something got her attention. When they passed beneath the
streetlamp, Caecus spotted the gleaming brown of an empty bottle
and with quick efficiency, lifted it as quick as she could
before chucking it at Georgia's retreating feet with a smash.
Maybe that could get her attention...
#Post#: 340897--------------------------------------------------
Re: The old home....
By: Megan Date: May 6, 2013, 11:28 pm
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Georgia stumbled as something shattered behind her. She cried
out in pain as her knees skidded on the pavement. She turned at
saw an empty bottle. It was shattered all over the side walk.
She was dumbstruck for a moment. No one was around. Where the
hell did it come from? All was still now. Whatever had been
chasing her gone. She turned over and sat up looking at her
bloodied knees. A wince escaping her as she made her way to her
feet. Slowly she looked around for someone anyone. Out of the
corner of her eye she saw something. But when she looked back it
was gone. "Hello?" Hearing no reply, she looked around, then
down to her bloodied knees.
She must be going crazy. Yeah that was it. She was going crazy.
She seen her laptop on the pavement. A few feet from where she
had fell. Her knees angrily cried out at her as she started to
walk towards it. At least everything was quiet now. After
retrieving her lap top she started to walk to the fountain in
the court yard clean her bloody knees. No way was she going into
that building again. Not tonight at least. About five minutes
later when she arrived at the fountain, her legs had blood
dripping down them from her knees. Did she cut it on the glass
that somehow shattered at her feet? She sat down on the edge of
the fountain and set the lap top on the ground beside her, then
cupped her hands into the water, then let it trickle over her
knees. After cleaing up her legs she seen that it was just road
rash. It still hurt though. She had never had the luxuries of a
bike before. Back in the old home there was no money for such
things, a small group of children there that she had come to
call friends had found other ways to entertain themselves. With
that book. She felt eyes on her yet no one was around. And
suddenly she remembered a spell, from that book. She had no clue
why it flashed into her mind, but it could be just what she
needed to figure out who the hell was after her, or trying to
talk to her.
"My eyes are hazed, to your light, as if seeing a shadow in the
night. Open my eyes, to what cannot be seen, for the information
I seek, I am so keen. Let the sounds that call to me become
heard, and show me what is to be learned." It was from the white
section of the book. A spell seeking information. But with all
magic, there is a price, even if it is knowlege that the caster
is seeking. She remembered reading that, as soon as the spell
left her lips, she became extremely tired, and her head began to
hurt and buzz. It didn't seem to work. She had been out of
practice at casting for so long it was not a surprise. She
closed her eyes, and rubbed them, when she finally opened them,
she let out a gasp as she saw a woman before her. Something was
oddly familiar about her though.
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