The wind rolls across the rooky grass lands litter with the ruined house of what was once the rich. The clicking of a tall heel striking the broken stone road that is now being overrun by the wild grass growing between the cracks, echoes off the wrecked walls that line the road. The shrieking of a rusty gate moving in the wind adds to the creepy mix of sounds. Sounds of the tall heels pause, as two shadows come to cast onto the wall where a name plate loosely before stepping through the beat up rusty gate.
The tail of worn long white coat that drapes figure, flaps in the wild wind as she walks down the long drive that was once lined with a roll of cheery trees on each side. Her hands rest in the pockets of her jeans. The long pony tail that was once a beautiful silk black was now ashen as it dances with the wind. Strolling up the slight slops of the hill, her fair face is calm with what looks like a closed eye. Walking up to the front of the broken glass house. The emerald eye opens to look up at the shards of the broken heaven's gate that can been in the day time sky. The nine tail pipe fox brush up on her leg to bring her attention back down to earth. Reaching the double doors of the house, her hand is pulled free from the pocket to push the door open with her palm. The tall heels of the boots echo on hard wood floor as she enters into the main room of the large mansion. The emerald eye glances around the large open room with the three story high cathedral ceiling with its skylights. With most of the outer walls made up of glass, the room was design to let in the maxim a moment of natural light and appear much large then it really is. "Mrs. Asakano... Lulu... You guys in here?" The voice calls out runs through the large mansion.
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Subject: Re: Devil of Death Mon Mar 05, 2012 10:03 pm
One would wonder why a nice large house like this was abandoned. Of course there were cosmetic issues with it, but then again, with twenty five years to get something within livable specs; it would be plausible for there to still be human residents within the home since it was relatively ‘in a good neighborhood.’ But, much like things that looked too good to be true, the house was a hot, drop dead blonde chick with the perfect body, herpes and a tendency to cut those she slept with out of curiosity of seeing their organs. Yes, the house was haunted; that’s why all who lived around the area knew to stay away from it. Still, there was no sign to keep those who may have just woken up post second dawn from walking into the house and becoming prey to it. Thus, after walking into the house, the young lady was already doomed; or should have been at least.
As she calls out, her voice ringing within the confines of the mansion, it becomes unnaturally dark, almost as if a blanket had been placed over it. None too soon after that occurred, a figure dressed in crimson robes with a staff on his back rushes into the house and immediately grabs on the wrist of the girl, informing, “flee from here, you’re in danger…!” Just as he turns to the door to attempt to pull her out of the house with him, the doors would slam shut with a magical rune marking glowing in the middle of the door before it fades showing that they had been magically locked in until the objective was completed. “Shit…” the red haired male would speak after seeing this; it wasn’t a good sign.
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Subject: Re: Devil of Death Tue Mar 06, 2012 12:47 am
Devil of Death
Remembering the last moments that I was in the house. Mrs. Asakano was sitting on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. The sky had been cloudy and dark for almost a week. The holo display was showing the News. Chaos had feel over the city because the Mayor was kidnapped and the city council didn't know what to do. They were just a group of puppets that got there string pulled by the big corporations so I did not see why people where so upset about it. They were all fools. Rather than telling every what was really going on they pointed the finger at so terrorists group that they made up to cover up what was really going on.
Feeling that there was something wrong, Kuu had started to nudge by pulling on the end of the white coat before the man in the crimson robes snapped me out of my thoughts by grabbing my wrist. "Eh?" I would question as the emerald eye shifts to view the first person that I had seen since waking up next to that dark hole in the ground. With the doors slamming shut and being sealed with a magical rune, I then notice that the place had gotten covered in darkness. "Idiot, you shouldn't have come in then...." I would reply to him in an oddly calm voice considering that I just got magical sealed inside a haunted house. "Do you mind letting go of my wrist or are you going to need to hold some ones hand in the dark?"
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Subject: Re: Devil of Death Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:18 pm
His back would be to her as she mentions her wrist. His gaze would shift to where he was holding her before his hand would release her arm. Suddenly there is a loud noise that booms and echoes throughout the house and the walls of the mansion seem to come alive as if having projectors image them. The pattern that would be moving about the walls would consist of red and purple spirals and spun around and seemed to have a dizzying effect if you looked at them for too long. The spirals would range in size from the size of a hand to a full story in height and would move about almost as if alive. Though they would give a dim glow, they would not help in the darkness that had veiled the mansion. The man would be crouched and seemingly attempting to feel about his surroundings. Answering her, still only giving her half of his attention, he would comment, “I came to save you… it’s not good to feed this house.” Asides from the movements on the wall there would be the movement of small circular shadows on the ground around them. The man’s attention shifts up, suddenly as he speaks, “watch out from above…” With that, he would move his body to the side, hoping that she would go the other way. Landing on the ground, and seemingly cracking it with white breaking lines, a large stuffed bear would land on the ground, partially crouched, between them. It would slowly raise up and roar a odd sounding ‘whooooooor’ as its veins pop.