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Descend To Oblivion [ACTIVE//OPEN]

Sep 28, 2008 02:46

Who: Death, Rita, anyone who wants to help/interfere.
Where: The Basement.
When: Evening, after helping out those in Room 1D.
Day: Backdated; first day of the event.
Rating: R, for violence and what the crap.
Summary: In spite of the danger, Death excavates into the basement in order to rescue Rita from suffocation or a certain demise.
the Story: ( All is violent, all is bright. )

rita, open, death

Comments 4

igneus_laqueum September 29 2008, 03:23:12 UTC

listen while reading

"West only, others... z..."
Rita squinted, blinking away sweat.
"When...ordering...oil, z... zanthoxyl...yields...f-" she grinned in weak delirium, chuckling, "fragrant...underdeveloped...carcinogenic..kin." It was all that she could do to keep conscious now.

The corpse was beginning to stink, there in the pitch darkness.

Check that- it had most likely always stank. Only now, in the claustrophobic area of the solitary room, its stench was...confined. After the struggle, Rita had lost consciousness from the low oxygen in the tight space. And now, an indiscernible amount of time later, she did not feel that she had the strength to even shove the putrid thing to the furthest corner of the damp, padded cell ( ... )

aroadtoawe October 4 2008, 19:46:49 UTC

No one was coming, or so it seemed. It was useless to wait for help. Death could only assume that she was alone in this, at least for now ( ... )

psycho_rnc October 4 2008, 22:37:54 UTC

Wherefore they came again, and told him. And he said, This is the word of the LORD, which he spake by his servant Elijah the Tishbite, saying, In the portion of Jezreel shall dogs eat the flesh of Jezebel.
2 Kings 9:36

Whimpering,
almost.

Some pause in activity just long enough for a moment of silence before the almost dog-like whining started, a sound mixed thoroughly with something that once might have been a scream or a roar that wanted to form but had been strangled into quiet by whatever it was keeping the beast even momentarily prone.
Its head hurt, a head not plastered internally well enough with skull matter to keep its brain fully protected from impacts. If it'd had any bit of sense to it, it would have realized that headbutting the wall before it, even if inadvertently, was not a wise action.
Now, it had even less sense than before.The pain brought rage ( ... )

sleep igneus_laqueum October 6 2008, 09:29:58 UTC

There was an enormous hole in the back wall of the solitary confinement cell.

What remained of the room was very still, and very silent.

The walls and floor were covered in blood.

A monster's roar echoed from somewhere further down in the corridors, echoed off of the stones, echoed off of the dust and water, off of the corpses and mold.

Rita's body lay on its back, the torso ripped open- most of it eaten. It would be apparent to anyone else that a very large creature must have done this. The face of the body was contorted in dreadful pain, the eyes clenched shut tightly and the teeth gritted in anguish.

Now the muscles began to relax automatically, and the face eventually softened into a quieter expression, but an agonized one nonetheless.

One of the smaller monsters peered into the room from the lighter hallway. It inhaled through its mouth to taste the air, a wheezing, rasping noise, before it began to crawl nimbly over the rubble towards the body.