in every corner

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[there's a scream from down this hallway as some poor soul is consumed by the shadows -- not Heartless, simply moving shadows. as the last dying gurgle escapes the writhing mass, a figure rises out of it slowly, darkness rolling and dripping off him like smoke and water. the figure is fully dressed in dark leather; heavy boots, pants, and a lovely leather jacket with a black wifebeater beneath it. he breathes the darkness in, out, a slow and dangerous smile making its way onto his face as he takes in the sight of the hallway. a hand goes to his pocket, a cigarette is pulled out and put to his lips, lit with a flick of his other hand. he runs that hand through his dark blue hair afterward, red eyes bright with malicious intent.]

Well now... didja miss me, dressing room?


(ooc: lolwat)

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[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

See what?

[he's possibly looking at her like he's not sure if he's dealing with a crazy person or not.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Well now you've got her wondeirng that too Gem. She shrugs and looks that way again, rubbing her forehead.]

What is my deal? Sheesh....

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[whoops, there it is again! and he's totally not noticing at all.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She has a very bad feeling about this, but she looks back at Gem and holds a hand up in a "be right back" motion and slowly starts down towards where the darkness supposedly was, just to see if she really was imagining things or not.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[as soon as she's headed in that direction, he's disappearing into darkness himself, moving along to where the shadows are leading her.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desi rubs her arms as she continues on her way, keeping an eye out for whatever the heck was going on.]

It has to be here...I have to prove to him I'm not going crazy....

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you're not?

[his voice isn't really recognizable like this, in shadows; he's covering it on purpose, and he's nowhere to be seen. the voice is soft, malicious, and more like a whisper or breeze than anything else.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desi whirls around and looks around, brown eyes wide.]

Wha...?

Of course I'm sure!

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[there's no one there, sweetie. who are you talking to? it's dead silent.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desi blinks and looks around, hoping no one saw that, then continues on her way, making sure not to say anything if she hears that voice again.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

How far are you going to look for your hallucination?

[feel free to ignore him, sure. "the voice" will just get more persistent.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She'll just show you, her footsteps picking up speed as she reaches the end of the hall and looks both ways, trying to figure out which way to go next.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[a curl of darkness seems to almost beckon her from the left.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[A ha! And to the left she goes.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[so what happens when the darkness eventually leads her to a dead end a good distance from the more populated areas of the DR?]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[That's when she decides this isn't worth it and will try to find her way back to her room.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

I do hope you're not lost.

[why yes, he's still hidden, and that voice is still following her.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She'll show you not lost, creepy voice. Backtracking to where this all started now, or trying to anyway.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[what about when a tendril of shadow rises up behind her just enough to tug harshly on her ankle before disappearing again?]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She stumbles, catching herself on the wall, looking around with narrowed brown eyes as she looks around.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[there's nothing around at all~.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She stands up and dusts her clothes off before letting out a quiet hmph and continuing on her way.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

[whoops, was that another tendril, tugging hard enough to send her crashing to the floor?]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[and crash she does.]

Ow!

[She sits up, rubbing her elbow. That'll leave a bruise. Ah well she's used to them.]

When did I turn into such a klutz? [murmured to herself.]

[reverse-prince.livejournal.com]

You mean you aren't always? That's surprising for some reason.

[hello, voice.]