Mary and The Mueseum

[Chicken McNiglett]

An Ib Yaoi Roleplay with Chicken McNiglett and Sanimei Do not Post.

Sanimei

 

[Sanimei]

Chicken McNiglett

Eric Duran



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It had been a rather eventful day in the middle of spring, for Eric. He'd felt compelled to visit a local art museum during the afternoon, and had spent most of the day simply wandering around.
He'd found it to be a peaceful day, however. Despite the chattering, and noise that seemed to echo throughout the large building. It was a nice change of pace for him, as he had recently split from his girlfriend of eight months. Though why he chose an art museum to wander around in the day after, was a bit of a mystery to him. But. His impulsive decisions were odd that way. And it was nice to be able to get out with his child hood friend, Lucien.
Yet, as the day started to wind down to an end, he had lost track of Lucien, and had spent at least twenty minutes looking for him.
'Hm... Maybe he's lost in the French portions. That area was rather big.' He thought to himself, as he turned on his heel, and weaved through the dwindling crowd of people.
He found the lack of patrons rather strange, but didn't think anything on the matter. He was just concerned with looking for his lost friend.

{OOC: If you need more to work with, please let me know. My intro posts usually aren't very good. sweatdrop }

 

[Chicken McNiglett]

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The Male had arrived with Family; of course they were distant. No one knew Little Mary's dark secret. He wasn't actually who he appeared.

It was a beautiful morning; it really was. He got to hang out with his cousins and go out to breakfast and more fun to follow. But who's bright Idea was it to come to the Art Mueseum and see all the little pretty works of art? Oh yeah; Mary's. Mary smiled as she looked at a Mural across a wall and had stopped on a painting of a beautiful young woman. She looked so real. Mary looked around the Guard's weren't there; no one was in fact. Mary reached up and tried to touch the woman's face....that was until it lunged at her coming halfway out the painting. Mary shrieked and jumped out the way. The Painting of The Woman quickly snapped at her.

Mary ran off in the opposite direction; screaming as the painting chased him. "What the hell!" He shouted in his rather girly voice. Mary looked around for his cousins. He found his way to the central hall; a large painting of water on the floor looked to as if he could fall in. He leaned back as the painting ran towards him. He stepped over the bar which separated the painting and the rest of the exhibit.

Location: Company: Emotions: Thoughts

Sanimei

 

[Sanimei]

Chicken McNiglett

Eric Duran



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As he wandered down the long hallway to the French exhibit, he came to a stop in his tracks. Something seemed to catch his attention from the corner of his eye.
Eric turned to his right, which brought his gaze upon an older looking statue. One of a rather slim, young woman. Wearing a long dress, and holding a spear in her left hand. But what struck him as odd, was how real he seemed, despite the size of the statue. And, despite his better judgement, he felt compelled to touch the statue.
But as he reached out to it, the statue's head snapped around to glare at him with empty eyes. He immediately pulled his hand back, and blinked once in case he was imagining things. To his dismay, he was not. The statue moved her arm, with the spear pointed at him. "Ah crap!" He shouted, though he didn't actually want to.
Instantly, Eric took off back the way he had come. As he ran, he could see the room hallway becoming dimmer and dimmer with light. Definitely not good if he was seeing what he assumed were moving art works.
After finding his way out in to the main hall, he came to a skidding halt, for fear of actually falling in to, what looked like, a large pool of water that had been a simple painting not even three hours ago.
Eric slowly backed away from the water, though to where he was not sure.