Dec 19, 2009 16:26
*The video screen flickers to life, showing a tiny striped doll huddled amongst a pile of torn up papers.*
They’re coming. The painted faces. They come with sharp arms. Faster and faster. They hide. And they run. Seeking. Careful ... careful ...
*There is a metallic skittering sound in the distance and the speaker cuts off abruptly. He clutches the key around his neck and waits, looking around the room for what he knows is there but can not see. The sound comes again, closer now, and the doll looks up with an expression of pure horror. Something dashes down, so fast that it is only a blur. There is a strangled yell and the sound of metal scraping against metal. The images shown swing violently as the device transmitting them is lifted up and spun around ... reveling the large stained glass windows of the Chapel and a wall colored red with bloody letters. Then it cuts off in static.*
((ooc; There will be no responses (that can be understood) to this post as it is a lead-in to a log. Which is not to say your character can’t be freaked out. That’s always fun, ya?))
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