*One door. He was off by one stupid door. Three more feet and he'd have been at the kitchen, but no. Near swears the mansion switches more than should be possible
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A door. A simple door. It doesn't have an X on it, and he swore that it was the room that the blind Near had said leads to the kitchen. So, he opens it and peers inside. It's dark.
No freaking thank you.
He moves to close the door again, but something pushes him (he doesn't stumble, if that's what you were wondering), and he falls... but the fall is wierd, because it's like he's being thrown. In any case, he gets up, pupils dilating in the dark, paranoia setting in. Was this what they meant about those rooms? Dangerous? He swallows harshly, before an odd weight in his pocket distracts him. Pulling it out, he has to look at it really hard to figure out what it is.
A baseball. The fuck? He inwardly groans, but grips the thing harder in his hand, ready to chuck it at the first thing that moves as he shrinks backwards, eyes wide and scared. What's going on here?
((OoC: I know you said baseball bats were allowed, so I hope this is okay too... I almost gave him a rock XP))
He shrinks back at the voice, cocking his arm to throw the baseball. He'd never been good at sports, and probably wouldn't be able to hit a target if his life depended on it, so really, Near had nothing to worry about. The voice, though... he recognizes the voice.
N-N-Near? He's stuttering, his hands are shaking. He's nervous and paranoid and he's going to have a coniption if he's not careful. What... where... I-I...
He pauses, to catch his breath and speak correctly.
It's A... Is... is this what you meant, by... the rooms.. dangerous?
((OoC: XD Of course, he can't throw worth crap, so it's not like he can even use it. I'm a horrible sadist... XP))
*Mel's looking for someone who can update her on recent events, and peeks in... She's popped at once into the middle of the cornfield, and glowers and mutters, and quickly moves everything from her coat pockets to her pants pockets and waistband, taking extra care with the MP3 player. She's intensely annoyed to see that her automatic has turned into a regular six-shooter.*
Fuck, that can't be good. H'llo? Anyone else here?
*As the cacaphonous susurration begins around him, and he notices that he has a coconut in one hand and a hunting knife in the other, he says out loud, to no one in particular,*
Hm. This is not the kitchen.
*The volley of unintelligible whispers increases in volume, and the corn begins to waver and flex, as if something is moving through it, slowly stalking him.*
[[OOC - There's no way he could ever have seen Lost -- but I sure have!]]
*He can hear faint, distant carrying on and screaming, but it's under the whispers, which have gotten very loud.*
*He looks around him for the door, but can't see it. Then, he looks more closely: far away, above the top of the corn, he can see the molding around the frame of the door. What he experiences is not so much fear as exasperation... until something comes hurtling out of the corn near him, heading straight for him.*
*It's a surprise, and he starts at it.*
*It's... Near?*
*He steps out of the way just in time to avoid a collision, and says,*
*Stumbling to a halt, obviously upset, agitated. Zombie brains on his feet, slime from the cloverfield-creatures, Light's blood staining his shirt and dirt and leaves everywhere from being dragged through the corn.
( AVP, anyone? )cottonballheadJune 19 2008, 12:17:40 UTC
-was looking for Matty and Mello wandering around the mansion when he hears several screams coming from one of the rooms. Near pokes a head out the door and finds himself standing in a suspicious-looking... cornfield?-
...is anyone here? It's... dark.
-the stalks rustle. Whatever's scrambling around among the plants are fast... and probably not much larger than little Near.-
[[ oh dear~ i just finished watching Alien vs. Predator. xDD expect chestbursters, predaliens, and mind control. <3~~ cruel mun is cruel to pup. ]]
Re: ( AVP, anyone? )ijk_mnoJune 19 2008, 16:29:17 UTC
(And L stumbles through the door, into the corn, door now vanished, clutching... a gun? Which makes him one of the lucky ones, for all the good it'll do when Near is here.)
Near. Is that you? I think we are in one of the rooms.
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No freaking thank you.
He moves to close the door again, but something pushes him (he doesn't stumble, if that's what you were wondering), and he falls... but the fall is wierd, because it's like he's being thrown. In any case, he gets up, pupils dilating in the dark, paranoia setting in. Was this what they meant about those rooms? Dangerous? He swallows harshly, before an odd weight in his pocket distracts him. Pulling it out, he has to look at it really hard to figure out what it is.
A baseball. The fuck? He inwardly groans, but grips the thing harder in his hand, ready to chuck it at the first thing that moves as he shrinks backwards, eyes wide and scared. What's going on here?
((OoC: I know you said baseball bats were allowed, so I hope this is okay too... I almost gave him a rock XP))
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*Near pushes out of the nearby cornstalks, and hopefully won't have the baseball thrown at him.*
[ooc: whatever the mun wants! This is horror movie improvisation. *chortles gleefully and comes up with a monster to be chasing A*]
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N-N-Near? He's stuttering, his hands are shaking. He's nervous and paranoid and he's going to have a coniption if he's not careful. What... where... I-I...
He pauses, to catch his breath and speak correctly.
It's A... Is... is this what you meant, by... the rooms.. dangerous?
((OoC: XD Of course, he can't throw worth crap, so it's not like he can even use it. I'm a horrible sadist... XP))
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There are things in here with us. Where are you?
*Near gropes through the corn, carefully, still clinging doggedly to his pitchfork.*
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There are zombies, and, um, other things.
*Near is soaked up to his ankle in brains, from delivering a swift kick to one's head.*
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*There's some rustling in the corn just ahead. Of course, Near's voice sounds a little further away than that, but...*
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Fuck, that can't be good. H'llo? Anyone else here?
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Is that Mel?
*Near drags himself out of the next row of corn over, trying to move in the direction of her voice.*
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*she closes the distance and stands in front of him*
Don't be alarmed, but there are a bunch of creepy kids watching us.
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*Near is alarmed.*
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Hm. This is not the kitchen.
*The volley of unintelligible whispers increases in volume, and the corn begins to waver and flex, as if something is moving through it, slowly stalking him.*
[[OOC - There's no way he could ever have seen Lost -- but I sure have!]]
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*Near, for example, is racing at breakneck speed through the corn, using the rows to navigate, one of the somethings following him.*
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*He looks around him for the door, but can't see it. Then, he looks more closely: far away, above the top of the corn, he can see the molding around the frame of the door. What he experiences is not so much fear as exasperation... until something comes hurtling out of the corn near him, heading straight for him.*
*It's a surprise, and he starts at it.*
*It's... Near?*
*He steps out of the way just in time to avoid a collision, and says,*
Near! What is this room?
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*Stumbling to a halt, obviously upset, agitated. Zombie brains on his feet, slime from the cloverfield-creatures, Light's blood staining his shirt and dirt and leaves everywhere from being dragged through the corn.
Keep your voice down. They'll hear us.
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...is anyone here? It's... dark.
-the stalks rustle. Whatever's scrambling around among the plants are fast... and probably not much larger than little Near.-
[[ oh dear~ i just finished watching Alien vs. Predator. xDD expect chestbursters, predaliens, and mind control. <3~~ cruel mun is cruel to pup. ]]
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Near. Is that you? I think we are in one of the rooms.
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Eh? L? ...Is that you?
-aaaand the stalks rustle some more. Whatever's running around is approaching fast.-
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(L reaches out for Near.)
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