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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:34 pm
Madea's words sent cold shivers through Ryan's body.
He had been hoping to find an exit, in fact he had been looking for it still by the time the head priestess took the stage. But this was far from what he had in mind.
:--ing moron! Get up al--:
Ryan blinked, as the voice started to call but was quickly drowned out again. It sounded familiar, but...
:This is no time to day dream! Hey! Wake up, Ryan!:
Suddenly the illusion vanished. He was awak and--
...and someone was kicking him.
Exiting to reality!
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:10 pm
The scene played out before leon, like two acts playing out on the same stage, it was hard to focus on one, bits and pieces from the other blended in, merging. The swirling emotions and sensation from both realities was alarming and confusing all at the same time.
So much pain, the screams and the chaos and the flash of lights, the damp darkness and the rush of people. The sensation of being perfectly fine while at the same time feeling so weak and enfeebled,it made no sense. what was real and what was fake.
Even in all the madness, the familiar sound of something was calling through the pain, like a beacon in the torrent of waves, the ebb and flow of the senses held nothing as it became stronger and more prominent in its call.
That was when green eyes woke up to the true reality.
((exit))
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:22 pm
Wilson could only stare at Medea as she entered. At first he thought it was just another scene where he could continue to sit and twiddle his thumbs and wonder how they were going to leave this place, but his vision blurred for a moment. He blinked, rubbed his eyes. What…? He could see the familiar white robes and the familiar braid and there was shouting, pain—
[Kid, get up or I’m going to—] A familiar voice rang in his head.
He blinked, confusedly stumbling out of his seat and—
He was awake.
[ exiting ]
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:28 pm
Harrison hadn't trusted himself to talk. He barely trusted himself to breath.
Jordan. Him but not-him, taking care of Jerry like always. His voice. His laugh. Talking casually about vay-cay, looking forward to seeing them Friday.
He wanted to ask where they'd been keeping him. What happened next. To wrap his arms around him too... Harrison tried to swallow. His throat was dry.
this is your fate...
Medea monologued in the background, and as she did, things started to change. He tried to hold onto Rep, even with the world reeling. He didn't want to lose track of Jordan- it wasn't him. And just like Julie, all these missing hunters could still be...
B0nez was making an annoyed sound, which sounded like someone trying to get internet on a dial-up.
Our hold will only get stronger-
"Jordan," Harrison said, sounding about as hoarse as B0nez, but everything swum out of his grasp.
Exit.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:34 pm
Marcus frowned at Medea came and basically gave them the middle finger.
WHELP.
A for effort.
[exit]
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:13 pm
Finally Tori had decided that she needed to get out of here as she didn't want to be confused any longer and out of this strange place. Hearing to what Medea on stage was saying as it just made her a little more angry as she hated any horsemen.
Lin! Tori answered as she had a lot to tell her weapon on what she saw.
Glad if still a little confused that Tori finally woke up.
[Exit]
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:40 pm
Watching the actors, as he now realized they were, play out their roles, Jason just kept quiet and wondered when he was going to wake up. Because he could not believe any of this was real. It looked, sounded, felt real, but he just couldn't believe it. Though it was interesting to see how the others were dealing with it, he was, for the moment, just going with it. Nothing was trying ot kill him, so he wasn't particularly worried.
Until the fake medea began her part
He held his head, seeing two thigns happening at once. Why was it so cold?
He could of sworn he could hear-
And then he blacked out.
[Exit]
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:15 pm
He could hear something, as if from far away, muted and muffled inside of his head.
A voice, perhaps.
<< GALE! >>
[ exit ]
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:57 pm
This was getting ridiculous. What was Jerry doing? Candace had missed him taking a very interesting little bag out of his pocket, and if she had seen it it'd probably have ended up with the same fate as the cigarette she had stomped on. The sight of Jordan though...er..not Jordan? Someone who..looked like Jordan?
She wanted out of here.
A long look was given to the glowing exit sign. She had to get out of here. They all did. This wasn't right. Nothing was how it should be. Nothing.
Candy.. A gentle voice called, warm and familiar. It was a comfort. One that Candace happily accepted.
Atropos. Candace bit down on her lip, looking relieved.
Atropos chuckled.
My dearest Candace. Atropos crooned. Candace couldn't help but giggle. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.. Wait...what?
Wake up, my darling.
Candace blinked. What...?
Atropos, you're not making any sense..
Wake up. Candace frowned now. What was she talking about?
She suddenly sat up with a gasp, eyes wide and panicked as she looked around at where she was. W..wake up? Wait...how..
[EXIT]
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 1:09 am
Everything had been perfect, for a few minutes. Perhaps he should have been thankful for that. Just a few minutes where the world felt normal, for once - in a world where everyone else felt unnatural, Robert could have easily fit in.
He could have been happy.
Maybe that's why it had to end.
He pulled away from Petra and glared at the actress, as she made her speech. There was an odd finality about it, as if her scene was going to end the movie. Or, more importantly, end something. Sure enough, he could feel the pull of reality tugging away, flashing hints of sound and smell and touch. It didn't matter how hard he denied it. It would come.
It always came.
There was no voice leading him home. Just his own resignation.
((exit))
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 1:11 am
There was hate in Petra's eyes.
Hate and guilt.
(rofl exit)
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:38 am
( Hey girly, wake the ******** up. )
So she did.
[ exiting to reality! ]
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