[/url] From the top of the stairs, he entered the cellar. It didn't take long to get a grip on the situation, and without wasting anytime, Theodore approached her. Tenderly, and a bit timid, a pale hand reached out to brush the tears away from the girl's eyes. He smiled softly; his dark green eyes still sharp and alert for any sign of danger. ❝It's alright. You'll be alright...But we have to go now, okay? Just walk with me. It won't hurt, I promise.❞ Without waiting for a reply, he laced his fingers with her's and pulled her forward. Step by step, they ascended the creaking staircase. The door slammed behind them.❝You shouldn't die here, Marina.❞His voice was gentle, but just stern enough to mean a bit more than was presented. Once at the top, he turned to face her again and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring her in the eyes. ❝It isn't safe here, but the only way you're going to be able to go home is to confront the woman. Crestatia is watching. She'll kill you, if you don't prove yourself here and if you guys don't work together...You probably won't see me again, but your legs should be alright now... ...Marina, you took it, didn't you? My medicine? ...If you can ever make it back to Antilum, find another--similar vile. The liquid will be pale orange. It will smell like...Um...Chalk? Aha...I'm not sure how to describe it. ❞ He smiled again and shook his head, breathing out gently before leaning forward to peck her forehead. He squeezed her hand, one last time. ❝You need to go now. I can't explain anymore. Please survive.❞
CHESTER GIVES TEMPERANCE A GENUINE FROWN. HE SEEMS DISAPPOINTED. HIS SHOULDER'S SLOUCH AND HE HUNCHES OVER THE PAPER AND PEN WITH A SAD ENERGY. I don't think the punishment for suicide is the same for everyone, but there would be no way for me to know. Break the gameboard? The real gameboard's already broken. These games are just trying to fix it. Have you met Analynne? Or, 'another version' of Analynne? The past few games I've been sent to have rendered me helpless in some way. In this one, I'm sick. Dying. I lost my fake parents in a fire when I was nine, and Devyn's parents took me in...Devyn being the bag lady. I was hospitalized on my fifteenth birthday. I was moved here a long time ago, but my memory is fuzzy. I don't know what she plans. She doesn't tell me. She just keeps me with her at all times, to protect me, and keep me alive. ...I think.
Reopened. You can make more characters / join, now, but you won't be in the first opening video.
...Oh. So that's who you are.This must be a new game, not that I'm surprised.Good luck. That's very kind of you. But I shouldn't go. Can you...do me a favor, though? Can you pull the power cord? There's a large one behind my hospital bed. It's connected to a bunch of this useless junk I'm connected to. Pull it for me? YOU FIND A STRANGE DOOR. BEHIND IT, A STAIRCASE LEADING ABOVE GROUND INTO A DUST, QUAINT LIVING AREA.
THE CAR FALLS OFF OF THE BRIDGE. THOMAS IS DEAD.AS IT FALLS, YOU CAN HEAR A STRANGE SOUND OF SOME SORT. STARTING FROM THE FURTHEST END, AN EXPLOSION GOES OFF, BLOWING AWAY A CHUNK OF THE LONG, BRIDGE. ANOTHER ONE FOLLOWS...AND ANOTHER...AND ANOTHER...IT BEGINS TO CRUMBLE AS THE SMALL EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE.
My name is Chester, I think.I think I was called Cheshire, once, because I hated my name.Maybe I wrote that note...A long time ago. I woke up here after attempting suicide. I've been here for...a very long time. She's been taking care of me. She wears a bag over her face, and a red ribbon around her thigh. By the way, I'm not a mute. It's just easier to write. I'm so thirsty. ... You two should get out of here. THREE HOODED FIGURES, ALL ARMED, LEAP OUT OF THE FOREST AND APPROACH THE CAR. THEY SHOOT OUT THE PASSENGER AND DRIVER'S WINDOW AND COMMAND EVERYONE TO GET IN THE BACKSEAT. ONE OF THEM CRANKS UP THE ENGINE AND SLAMS ON THE GAS, DRIVING AT MAXIMUM SPEED AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL AND INTO THE DISTANCE. 9 THE CAR SWERVES DOWN THE LONG DIRT ROAD AND PAST AN UNFAMILIAR BUILDING. 8 THE DRIVER CONTINUES TO SPEED FOR ABOUT ANOTHER FEW MINUTES, STRAIGHT TOWARDS A BRIDGE.
❝...❞HE NODS HIS HEAD. HE FROWNS AT THE RIBBON BUT DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING. (BCUZ HE CNT) HE STARES BLANKLY AT THE OTHER QUESTIONS AND WAITS FOR SOMETHING TO COMMUNICATE WITH.
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THE BOY OPENS HIS EYES. ❝I CAN'T STOP...MY ... NAME? YOU REALLY...WELL, --❞ BEFORE HE CAN GET ANOTHER WORD OUT, HE DROPS TO THE FLOOR AGAIN. HIS EYES WIDEN AND HIS BREATHING TURNS TO GASPING. HE REACHES UP FOR SOMETHING, BUT CRUMBLES BACK DOWN INSTEAD. HE SCREAMS INTO THE FLOOR, IN CLEAR AGONY, BEFORE GOING COMPLETELY MOTIONLESS. ❝...❞
❝I-...I feel better now. ARE YOU THE LIAR FROM BEFORE?❞ THE BOY STANDS UP AND REACHES INTO HIS SLACKS, PULLING OUT A PISTOL AND PRESSING THE BARREL TO MARINA'S FOREHEAD. HE SIGHS, SHAKING OFF THE FEELING OF BEFORE.
It got really bad, you know? To a point where I was always angry at everyone. I couldn't stop thinking about killing people. Hurting people. Making them suffer. I wanted the world to die. Thing is, I knew it was wrong, you see? I knew it wasn't their fault. There was only one person to blame. So, I had to die, instead. But, you see, I came back. Things were different, but I did. I looked different and spoke different. I had a new family, and new friends. But I was still angry. I couldn't forgive her. The feeling haunted me. No matter what new memories I made, I couldn't forget what she had done. It possessed me. At night I would wake up screaming from nightmares of her. I would become overwhelmed with sudden rage without warning, and I would hurt people. People who loved me. So I killed myself again. I was scum. I didn't deserve life, or a second chance. I was an angry, cold, beast. ...But I came back, to a second new world. I think... I think I can't die. I've tried time and time again. The memories all stay, and I'm brought to a new, different world. No matter what method I use, I'm always forced back...I've even lived to be 74, once. ... You know, the worst part about all of this, though, is that I'm still angry. THE BOY GROANS AND SHIFTS. ❝STOP, MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT--AAAGH!! PLEASE. IT HURTS.❞
YOU FIND TWO FRESHLY BLOODIED HOSPITAL GOWNS, A BOX OF CIGARETTES, GASOLINE, A RED RIBBON, A SHOVEL, AND A BLOODIED NOTE. THE BOY'S FINGERS TWITCH. ❝I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. YOU'RE JUST TRYIN--AGH! ❞ HE CLUTCHES HIS CHEST AND DROPS TO HIS KNEES.
THERE IS NO RESPONSE FROM THE BOY. HOWEVER, THE BEEPING OF THE HEART MONITOR QUICKENS. ❝...FILTHY LIAR!! I'M SO SICK OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU. YOU DON'T WANT TO MEET ME. NO ONE CARES. NO ONE HAS EVER GIVEN A FUCK ABOUT ME. NO ONE. NOT EVEN MY ONLY FRIENDS. WHERE ARE YOU?! I'LL KILL YOU. I'LL KILL YOU.❞ HE SCREAMS AND BEGINS TO FRANTICALLY SEARCH FOR YOUR GROUP.
YOU ARRIVE AT THE DOOR OF A HOSPITAL ROOM. THE HEART MONITOR IS HOOKED UP TO AN UNCONSCIOUS BOY WITH SILVER HAIR AND CLOSED EYES. THERE IS A BALCONY HERE, A BATHROOM, AND A SMALL TELEVISION IN THE CORNER.
THE MUSIC BOX FINISHES. THE GROUND TREMBLES AND SINKS IN ON ITSELF AS EXPLOSIONS GO OFF UNDER THE EARTH. BOTH THE BEDROOM AND THE ATTIC FALL THROUGH AND FALL INTO THE DEPTHS. LAURENCE, CASEY, JESSIE AND JOHN ARE DEAD.
【WEARING • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC • ♪】 She rested her head on the backseat and stayed quiet as they drove. She had no idea where exactly they were going or what they were mumbling about, but she couldn't bring herself to care, so long as they were getting help. She closed her eye and sniffled again, huddling up against the door as comfortably as possible and keeping the cloth to her face. There was no way she was leaving the car in her condition. It would just slow them down, anyway. So as they left, Madeline curled up more and tried to ignore the stinging in her leg. She was feeling lightheaded and exhausted. Blood warmed her leg, and soaked through the cloth. She was tired.
I need to know your character's approximate sexuality so I know who to pair them with. That's great.
If you're making a new character, do it within this hour. (Before 7pm for me-- it's 6:20pm here). I'm locking the thread then.
There we go. Thank you. : )
