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kingdomdressing2008-06-13 06:34 pm
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[she enters the room with slight wariness, her body movement wavering slightly as she reluctantly passes through the open door.]
Where... am I? Or better yet, what is this place?
[glancing around the empty room, the girl edges her way to the brightest section of the room where she eventually encounters an old, dilapidated rocking chair near the corner -- steadily rocking in a constant pace despite no one else being present within the confines to have caused such movement. there also appears to be no windows around it, hashing out any indication that the wind may have been the culprit in movement. she gives a small, though somewhat uneasy smile. ]
... What a silly thing to have, around an empty room with no babies or beds!
[the girl reaches a fair hand out towards the chair and lends her own weight in stopping the chair's rocking movement. ]
... !!
[she quickly pulls back as the arm rest violently pushes against the girl's hand, hurting her in the process.]
What in heaven's name.. ?
[rubbing the pain in her hand, she draws back slowly, in disbelief. only to discover that she has lost her way from the entrance. the lights dim slowly, as a point of realization kicks in that she's alone in a dark room. her body language turns almost jerky, almost desperate even, semi-heavy breathing starts, she makes the decision to face away from the frightening rocking chair and raises her two hands against her face.]
Hello, is anybody out there!? Detective Ienzo! Anyone! Is there anyone here that could possibly help? (.. I've a bad feeling of this place.)
[ooc: I discovered this comm via friend, et voila! introducing alternate time dimension universe!Namine, at your service -- more or less based on Doctor Who, only without the kickass TARDIS. Specialties include cooking, cleaning, driving the kids to school, doing the laundry, tutoring, and more importantly playing perky sidekick to Mister Grumpy McShortshort (otherwise known as Zexion, but we call him Detective Ienzo, just to stay true to form to our British literature roots.) She's pretty much the older but wiser, demure version of Namine, though she does have her "special" moments. Zexion players are encouraged to poke (just not in that way, please...) and hell, anyone really 'cuz this mun is bored as hell. ;; *needs entertainment prz*]
Where... am I? Or better yet, what is this place?
[glancing around the empty room, the girl edges her way to the brightest section of the room where she eventually encounters an old, dilapidated rocking chair near the corner -- steadily rocking in a constant pace despite no one else being present within the confines to have caused such movement. there also appears to be no windows around it, hashing out any indication that the wind may have been the culprit in movement. she gives a small, though somewhat uneasy smile. ]
... What a silly thing to have, around an empty room with no babies or beds!
[the girl reaches a fair hand out towards the chair and lends her own weight in stopping the chair's rocking movement. ]
... !!
[she quickly pulls back as the arm rest violently pushes against the girl's hand, hurting her in the process.]
What in heaven's name.. ?
[rubbing the pain in her hand, she draws back slowly, in disbelief. only to discover that she has lost her way from the entrance. the lights dim slowly, as a point of realization kicks in that she's alone in a dark room. her body language turns almost jerky, almost desperate even, semi-heavy breathing starts, she makes the decision to face away from the frightening rocking chair and raises her two hands against her face.]
Hello, is anybody out there!? Detective Ienzo! Anyone! Is there anyone here that could possibly help? (.. I've a bad feeling of this place.)
[ooc: I discovered this comm via friend, et voila! introducing alternate time dimension universe!Namine, at your service -- more or less based on Doctor Who, only without the kickass TARDIS. Specialties include cooking, cleaning, driving the kids to school, doing the laundry, tutoring, and more importantly playing perky sidekick to Mister Grumpy McShortshort (otherwise known as Zexion, but we call him Detective Ienzo, just to stay true to form to our British literature roots.) She's pretty much the older but wiser, demure version of Namine, though she does have her "special" moments. Zexion players are encouraged to poke (just not in that way, please...) and hell, anyone really 'cuz this mun is bored as hell. ;; *needs entertainment prz*]
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.. Who are you?
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What I am, however~....
[Axel obviously has suffered far too much time on his hands, if pestering the female population is any suggestion. Then again, it is harmless and merely good-natured sporting, so long as she refrains from violence...or dragging other occupants in to beat him asunder.]
How 'bout we just say that I'm one of the things that go 'bump' in the night?
[This seems to satisfy his thirst for mischief, because as soon as that is spoken the room becomes illuminated, and his demeanor retreats from it's more predatory tendencies.]
Exit's thatta way, Sweetheart.
[Ta-da. And the dark clad man, who is perched upon some dilapidated pile of indistinguishable furniture, gestures to the yet to be opened door beside himself.]
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... A-a secret? J-just who -- or what are you? If you're not going to give me a straight answer.. then I'm afraid that I can't trust a person who won't even give me their own name...
[She gives a bewildered but stern look at the young man, who now seemed to carry a suspicious aura on him. She then glances at the door next to him in slight disgust and turns away, her courage returning at the event of light returning. ]
How do I know you're not some murderer from another dimension who gets his jollies off by tricking poor girls into entering haunted rooms to do heaven's-knows-what with them?
[Her body laid still against the wall, though her eyes flickered around as if to plan some emergency exit of sorts. What was she to do now? While the man didn't seem to be trustworthy, it was either the disobediant but creepy rocking chair or the mysterious door. She bit her lip.]