Shortly after the accident, Erin's dreams had taken a vivid turn where night after night, she was seeing and talking to deceased members of her family. These dreams always seemed incredibly real and she often awoke with a hollow sense of longing to return to her dream world and talk for just a little while longer with the ones she'd lost. Knowing that about herself, the situation she was currently in could have very easily been a dream because there was no way in hell that she was talking to a very belligerent and unpleasant invisible man who had the strange ability to pass through solid objects, people and be looked past as if he wasn't really there at all. However, logic quickly set in on Erin's wish because there was no way that she was dreaming--she'd already been to the grocery store that day, and the bank, and she'd taken a shower earlier that day; the scent of her body wash and shampoo was still fresh enough to linger on her senses, so this just had to be real. The only question now was how.
"Okay, shut up," Erin snapped, waving her hands to get him to stop talking about government conspiracies and buzzing sounds that only people of a certain age could hear. "Whatever you are, you need to--Hey!" She frowned as the man slipped through the door of her locked apartment, invading her privacy like he still owned the place. Quickly, she produced her key from her pocket and was ready to unlock the door to go after him, but he was soon back out in the hallway and looking confused once more. It was hard to really stay mad at him, or dismiss him entirely when it was clear that he really didn't know what was happening. It wasn't as though she knew much more than he did, but she couldn't very well ignore a troubled soul, no matter how rude he happened to be.
Shuffling slightly closer to him, Erin put on the best sympathetic face that she could. "You don't live here anymore," she said softly, reaching out with much hesitation to place her hand on his shoulder. He felt solid to her, whole, as if he didn't just pass right through her door. It was all very confusing to Erin, but she pressed on, thinking back to something she had once saw on Ghost Hunters. "You need to cross over and move on into the next life. This isn't the place for you." She was going to be very proud of herself if that worked, because then she could finally leave the hallway and get some much needed fresh air. "So, go on...you. You get out of here." Awkwardly, Erin realized that she didn't actually know this poor guy's name.
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Really sorry about the wait! I promise that I'm around way more frequently than this last week!
We could definitely share Peeta. I see him being an as needed character until we decide when to kill him.
I think we could maybe set the beginning of the story in 2 since Gale was there anyway, if I'm remembering Mockingjay correctly, or we could have them start off in the Capitol? Maybe some of our vital characters are injured (katniss?), and the Capitol still has the best medicine and such. As for who is alive, dead and missing, I think we could have Effie and Cinna be presumed dead, and then maybe later they could discover them alive. Maybe Cinna has been hijacked like Peeta had been, so there will be some nursing him back to health and such?
We could definitely share Peeta. I see him being an as needed character until we decide when to kill him.
I think we could maybe set the beginning of the story in 2 since Gale was there anyway, if I'm remembering Mockingjay correctly, or we could have them start off in the Capitol? Maybe some of our vital characters are injured (katniss?), and the Capitol still has the best medicine and such. As for who is alive, dead and missing, I think we could have Effie and Cinna be presumed dead, and then maybe later they could discover them alive. Maybe Cinna has been hijacked like Peeta had been, so there will be some nursing him back to health and such?
Now that her eyes had finally adjusted to the new darkness of the room, Sonny was even more frantic than before. She was torn between wanting to try and help Vee, and selfishly save herself from this hellish beast that had invaded both of their lives. Inwardly, the dark-haired girl berated herself for not listening to her gut and cutting her hand when she knew better. This was too much, and she silenty hoped and prayed that this was all a dream--that she and Vee had come home from the bar, and she had passed out on the couch because things like this didn't happen in real life, they happened in cheap horror movies.
That voice was at her again, wrapped around her entire being as a wave of evil washed over her and Sonny shook in place as the demon questioned her. It was as though her voice was trapped in her throat, because she was unable to do more than squeak a simple yes or no in reply. Truly, she didn't understand the ramification of what she had done, or what it meant when she had used her blood on that ridiculous Ouija board. She wasn't a satanist, and she certainly didn't have the slightest clue about what binding a demon meant. "I don't want you here!" she shouted, voice cracking as she was touched.
Finally, the creature with the red eyes had come into full view and she looked like any other person. Had Sonny been able to think correctly, she would have said that she was pretty, but her life was being threatened, and all she wanted to do was run. Squirming in the demon's grasp, Sonny squeezed her eyes closed again, her make up smearing as she cried. "Don't hurt me," she begged again, "I don't want to die, I didn't even mean to call you!" She took a deep, shuddering breath, finding a bit of strength to look back at the other woman, "don't kill me. Don't kill my friend." That was all she could focus on, getting out and keeping herself and Vee alive.
With the blonde girl still incapacitated, Sonny was completely alone with this demon. "Can't you just let me go?" she asked, hoping that it was really that simple. She was sure that she would be laughed at for such a suggestion but it was worth a shot anyway. Wiping at her eyes, Sonny attempted to put on a brave face, "or...we could burn the board?" That worked in horror movies, maybe those rules applied to the real world too.
That voice was at her again, wrapped around her entire being as a wave of evil washed over her and Sonny shook in place as the demon questioned her. It was as though her voice was trapped in her throat, because she was unable to do more than squeak a simple yes or no in reply. Truly, she didn't understand the ramification of what she had done, or what it meant when she had used her blood on that ridiculous Ouija board. She wasn't a satanist, and she certainly didn't have the slightest clue about what binding a demon meant. "I don't want you here!" she shouted, voice cracking as she was touched.
Finally, the creature with the red eyes had come into full view and she looked like any other person. Had Sonny been able to think correctly, she would have said that she was pretty, but her life was being threatened, and all she wanted to do was run. Squirming in the demon's grasp, Sonny squeezed her eyes closed again, her make up smearing as she cried. "Don't hurt me," she begged again, "I don't want to die, I didn't even mean to call you!" She took a deep, shuddering breath, finding a bit of strength to look back at the other woman, "don't kill me. Don't kill my friend." That was all she could focus on, getting out and keeping herself and Vee alive.
With the blonde girl still incapacitated, Sonny was completely alone with this demon. "Can't you just let me go?" she asked, hoping that it was really that simple. She was sure that she would be laughed at for such a suggestion but it was worth a shot anyway. Wiping at her eyes, Sonny attempted to put on a brave face, "or...we could burn the board?" That worked in horror movies, maybe those rules applied to the real world too.
No problem :) And thank you! Everything came out really nice and I'm happy to be done with that project, haha.
The threat to call security on this strange and unpleasent man had mostly been empty, and Erin had thought that the promise of intervention alone would have been enough to scare him off, but he was oddly bold. Frowning at him, Erin breathed an irritated huff and plucked her cell phone from her pocket. "Fine!" she snapped, "you asked for it, so I will!" Scrolling through her list of contacts which included the landlord and the elderly woman next door, she was nearly at Security Guard Hank's number when the door open and out came her dad wanting to know what was wrong. She was glad to see him, feeling more secure in the fact that she wouldn't have to deal with some loon from the street on her own.
Although, something strange happened as the older man approached her. Perhaps it was a trick of her own vision, or a play of the light, but he seemed to pass through the ranting stranger, unable to see that his own daughter wasn't alone in the hallway. She stammered for a moment, her head cocked to the side as she tried to wrap her head around what she had just witnessed.
Before Erin was able to answer her father, the other man was already griping again. She sighed loudly, as if to shut him up, but John hadn't even heard him speak, and now that he was between them, waving around like the petulant child he truly was inside, things only got more weird. It was then that Erin realized that she had been incredibly silent, and her father was already worried that she was losing it since the accident--she didn't need to give him more reason to worry.
"Uh," she shook her head, and ran her fingers back through her hair, "I...No, there was no shouting, dad." She glanced over to the other man, feeling barely sympathetic at how confused he looked. "That woman from down the hall was just on her phone again, you know, she's a loud talker." She managed to produce a flippant laugh, which eased the concern on John's weathered face.
John nodded, "she could keep it down," he said lightly, smiling at his daughter as he reached for the doorknob behind him. "Have a nice walk, Erin."
It was just the two of them in the hall once more; Erin and this...person and she stared at him awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. "...You're here, right?" she asked, the tone of her voice softening. "Like, I'm not going crazy, right? My dad is just..." she paused, still looking at him, thoughts more disorganized than before, "and the doorknob. I must have saw that wrong."
Although, something strange happened as the older man approached her. Perhaps it was a trick of her own vision, or a play of the light, but he seemed to pass through the ranting stranger, unable to see that his own daughter wasn't alone in the hallway. She stammered for a moment, her head cocked to the side as she tried to wrap her head around what she had just witnessed.
Before Erin was able to answer her father, the other man was already griping again. She sighed loudly, as if to shut him up, but John hadn't even heard him speak, and now that he was between them, waving around like the petulant child he truly was inside, things only got more weird. It was then that Erin realized that she had been incredibly silent, and her father was already worried that she was losing it since the accident--she didn't need to give him more reason to worry.
"Uh," she shook her head, and ran her fingers back through her hair, "I...No, there was no shouting, dad." She glanced over to the other man, feeling barely sympathetic at how confused he looked. "That woman from down the hall was just on her phone again, you know, she's a loud talker." She managed to produce a flippant laugh, which eased the concern on John's weathered face.
John nodded, "she could keep it down," he said lightly, smiling at his daughter as he reached for the doorknob behind him. "Have a nice walk, Erin."
It was just the two of them in the hall once more; Erin and this...person and she stared at him awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. "...You're here, right?" she asked, the tone of her voice softening. "Like, I'm not going crazy, right? My dad is just..." she paused, still looking at him, thoughts more disorganized than before, "and the doorknob. I must have saw that wrong."
I'm finally done with all of the painting and stuff with the bathrooms, so tomorrow I will reply! I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting and I didn't want you to think I forgot about this.
Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness and Sonny felt her breath catch in her throat as her heart raced wildly. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins, hear it pumping in her ears as the age old fight of flight response kicked in. Sonny was choosing flight, and she scrambled back from the Ouija board on the dusty floor, trying her best to find her footing in the pitch blackness of that decaying bedroom. However, something stopped her in her tracks and it was the smallest sliver of pale moonlight creeping through the window that allowed the dark-haired girl to see the profile of Vee's face. She couldn't just leave without her best friend, no matter how crazy she was over this stupid Ouija board; a lapse in judgement wasn't enough to let Sonny forget the years of friendship she'd spent with the other girl.
"Vee," she hissed, now on her knees as she felt around in the darkness for the blonde's hand. "Vee, come on! We have to..."
The words were stalled on her tip of her tongue as a pale mist filled the room and a chilling voice rang out around them. Sonny backed away as she caught a glimpse of glowing, red, snake-like eyes set against the blackest black surface she had ever seen. It wasn't just the absence of light or color, it was downright evil and a soft whimper escaped Sonny as she shook and tried to find the door. Maybe she couldn't help Vee herself, but she could find someone who could. "Don't hurt her," she whispered, praying to whatever would listen, "please, don't hurt her."
The sound of thumping and shaking caught her attention and Sonny's gaze snapped back to Vee where she lay on the floor, writhing in agony. "Vee!" she shouted, her arm outstretched to to take her friend, but the demon set its sights on her instead. She shrunk back as it spoke to her, and Sonny found herself pressed against the wall like a caught mouse at the mercy of a hungry cat.
"Let us go," she begged, squeezing her eyes closed as it pet her hair. "We won't use it ever again, just...please. I'm sorry!"
"Vee," she hissed, now on her knees as she felt around in the darkness for the blonde's hand. "Vee, come on! We have to..."
The words were stalled on her tip of her tongue as a pale mist filled the room and a chilling voice rang out around them. Sonny backed away as she caught a glimpse of glowing, red, snake-like eyes set against the blackest black surface she had ever seen. It wasn't just the absence of light or color, it was downright evil and a soft whimper escaped Sonny as she shook and tried to find the door. Maybe she couldn't help Vee herself, but she could find someone who could. "Don't hurt her," she whispered, praying to whatever would listen, "please, don't hurt her."
The sound of thumping and shaking caught her attention and Sonny's gaze snapped back to Vee where she lay on the floor, writhing in agony. "Vee!" she shouted, her arm outstretched to to take her friend, but the demon set its sights on her instead. She shrunk back as it spoke to her, and Sonny found herself pressed against the wall like a caught mouse at the mercy of a hungry cat.
"Let us go," she begged, squeezing her eyes closed as it pet her hair. "We won't use it ever again, just...please. I'm sorry!"
Usually, Erin was a friendly person and even after the accident, she did her best to be polite to strangers. This one, however, was going to be the exception, because she didn't think that anyone had ever been so rude to her before. At that moment, it was hard for Erin to even find an ounce of sympathy for this guy and she just wanted him to leave her the hell alone so she could go on her walk. As if the thoughts in her head weren't enough, she was now being accused of stealing an apartment. It was baffling, and terribly frustrating, because it was clear that she couldn't argue with this man and get anywhere--his mind was already made up.
"Wow, you know the layout of this place. Good for you," she said coldly, her eyes rolling as she crossed her arms over her chest. The stranger continued to ramble on and accuse her of this and that, and Erin wasn't terribly moved until he began to stride toward her door like he really did live there. Thankfully, it was locked.
Following behind him, Erin glared and tried to cover her sudden panic for this increasingly strange situation. "Hey!" she shouted, "get the hell away from there! You don't live here, alright? This is my apartment!" Rifling through her pockets, Erin fished out the key and let it dangle from her finger as proof of ownership. "See? It's mine. Not yours." She stuck the key back into her pocket and looked back at the man with a huff. "Now get away from my door before I have to call security on you."
"Wow, you know the layout of this place. Good for you," she said coldly, her eyes rolling as she crossed her arms over her chest. The stranger continued to ramble on and accuse her of this and that, and Erin wasn't terribly moved until he began to stride toward her door like he really did live there. Thankfully, it was locked.
Following behind him, Erin glared and tried to cover her sudden panic for this increasingly strange situation. "Hey!" she shouted, "get the hell away from there! You don't live here, alright? This is my apartment!" Rifling through her pockets, Erin fished out the key and let it dangle from her finger as proof of ownership. "See? It's mine. Not yours." She stuck the key back into her pocket and looked back at the man with a huff. "Now get away from my door before I have to call security on you."
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