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youtube.com/watch?v=-6cQ5BKTqRo
Camille had did her part in distracting those nosy agents, but still Rebecca was perplexed beyond resolve to how she was going to reach the ventilation shaft, let alone making certain she left no trace of her existence within this very room.
One thing was certain, once she got out of here, alive and unscathed, she was going to find out what Morning Glory was. Keep them occupied, sweetie. It will be a while before I can make my escape.
Got it! Camille hastily replied via the telepathic bond. The blue haired girl, through spry and young, with vampiric blood coursing through her veins, her strength was fairly above the average of a mortal. She latched onto the arm of Monroe once more, tugging her incessantly like a child frantically searching for their lost parents, "But Agent Monroe! She won't listen to them! Rebecca will only listen to you! You have to come with me! We have to find her! Please! I don't want my Mistress getting hurt! Please Agent Monroe!" Tears, searing and hot, streamed from her eyes, eyes so filled with dread and worry to what may have befallen her dear Mistress, such an act she put on so flawlessly.
And such an act that kept the Agents befuddled as Rebecca once more turned her attention towards freedom from this infernal prison. Hmm....I guess I could try the chair. No sense in dismissing it all this time. It was rather rickety and unstable, but still a boost it might be to help her climb her way out.
A deep breath inhaled, Rebecca poised herself before setting her foot on the wobbly swivel chair, already a sense of unease creeping up her spine as it buckled and swayed under her weight. She managed to stand on it, though struggling to keep her balance as she reached above her head and carefully undid the latches on the vent cover. Once she had that out of the way, it was guaranteed smooth sailing from then on out....or so she thought.
"Alright. I sent an APB to Director Stone and all active agents. If anyone sees Rebecca, they're to subdue her immediately. No questions asked."
Looks like I won't be staying here long. Rebecca thought as she caught ear of the voice of the male agent outside. By now, she had slithered her way into the ventilation shaft. A tight fit, but enough space for ample movement through the miniature corridor of steel. With great caution she slipped the cover back onto the vent, making sure it wouldn't give way and fall to the floor with a resounding clatter. Then...begin the long trek, crawling on her hands and knees until she reached her cell...or somewhere close to that locale.
Camille, I'm in the vents now. Keep Agent Monroe distracted until I tell you so. Meet me back at our room.
Okay Mistress! They're looking for you now! They told Stone too! Camille answered frantically. How Rebecca could just feel the terror in the poor girl's heart. In fact...it made her frown somewhat having to put her little thrall through this tense ordeal.
I already know, sweetheart. She replied, the voice she projected assuring and comforting in tone to Camille. Don't worry. Once we rendezvous...we're leaving.
W-what?! Camille's reply an astounded squeak. B-b-but Mistress! Where will we go?! We'll be hunted by Stone forever! He won't stop till we're both dead!
Rebecca sighed. The repercussions of such an assertive action were indeed grim, but staying just as well at the facility would ultimately lead to the same fate...especially once that bald gas-bag discovered it was Rebecca who broke into his precious restricted records. I know! She returned sharply, albeit unhappy having to use such a manner with Camille. But if we stay here, we're dead too, Camille. Stone's nothing more than flesh and blood. He wouldn't last against a Nosferatu.
Or so Rebecca hoped that was the case....
youtube.com/watch?v=-6cQ5BKTqRo
Camille had did her part in distracting those nosy agents, but still Rebecca was perplexed beyond resolve to how she was going to reach the ventilation shaft, let alone making certain she left no trace of her existence within this very room.
One thing was certain, once she got out of here, alive and unscathed, she was going to find out what Morning Glory was. Keep them occupied, sweetie. It will be a while before I can make my escape.
Got it! Camille hastily replied via the telepathic bond. The blue haired girl, through spry and young, with vampiric blood coursing through her veins, her strength was fairly above the average of a mortal. She latched onto the arm of Monroe once more, tugging her incessantly like a child frantically searching for their lost parents, "But Agent Monroe! She won't listen to them! Rebecca will only listen to you! You have to come with me! We have to find her! Please! I don't want my Mistress getting hurt! Please Agent Monroe!" Tears, searing and hot, streamed from her eyes, eyes so filled with dread and worry to what may have befallen her dear Mistress, such an act she put on so flawlessly.
And such an act that kept the Agents befuddled as Rebecca once more turned her attention towards freedom from this infernal prison. Hmm....I guess I could try the chair. No sense in dismissing it all this time. It was rather rickety and unstable, but still a boost it might be to help her climb her way out.
A deep breath inhaled, Rebecca poised herself before setting her foot on the wobbly swivel chair, already a sense of unease creeping up her spine as it buckled and swayed under her weight. She managed to stand on it, though struggling to keep her balance as she reached above her head and carefully undid the latches on the vent cover. Once she had that out of the way, it was guaranteed smooth sailing from then on out....or so she thought.
"Alright. I sent an APB to Director Stone and all active agents. If anyone sees Rebecca, they're to subdue her immediately. No questions asked."
Looks like I won't be staying here long. Rebecca thought as she caught ear of the voice of the male agent outside. By now, she had slithered her way into the ventilation shaft. A tight fit, but enough space for ample movement through the miniature corridor of steel. With great caution she slipped the cover back onto the vent, making sure it wouldn't give way and fall to the floor with a resounding clatter. Then...begin the long trek, crawling on her hands and knees until she reached her cell...or somewhere close to that locale.
Camille, I'm in the vents now. Keep Agent Monroe distracted until I tell you so. Meet me back at our room.
Okay Mistress! They're looking for you now! They told Stone too! Camille answered frantically. How Rebecca could just feel the terror in the poor girl's heart. In fact...it made her frown somewhat having to put her little thrall through this tense ordeal.
I already know, sweetheart. She replied, the voice she projected assuring and comforting in tone to Camille. Don't worry. Once we rendezvous...we're leaving.
W-what?! Camille's reply an astounded squeak. B-b-but Mistress! Where will we go?! We'll be hunted by Stone forever! He won't stop till we're both dead!
Rebecca sighed. The repercussions of such an assertive action were indeed grim, but staying just as well at the facility would ultimately lead to the same fate...especially once that bald gas-bag discovered it was Rebecca who broke into his precious restricted records. I know! She returned sharply, albeit unhappy having to use such a manner with Camille. But if we stay here, we're dead too, Camille. Stone's nothing more than flesh and blood. He wouldn't last against a Nosferatu.
Or so Rebecca hoped that was the case....
@Kaiachi
~"Mmmm I like her already!~" *purrs* <3
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!" *Jealous jealous jealous* -////-
@BurningCold
Lovely characters the both of you ^__^ Can't wait to see them in action...eh...not that kind of action! XD
~"Mmmm I like her already!~" *purrs* <3
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!" *Jealous jealous jealous* -////-
@BurningCold
Lovely characters the both of you ^__^ Can't wait to see them in action...eh...not that kind of action! XD
@VarionusNW A FUCKING BARMITZVAH on Aaron's corpse!
@VarionusNW I'll bring my axe and snacks
Everything now happens at once.
And we only just started.
I guess in the end Danny's porn didn't save her from the conflagration.
Well...this is what I get for being a minimum wage slave. Fuck. See you all in Hell.
DX Finished my post finally. Sorry, had to cut it short because of fam!
Character: Danielle Mason
Location: On the floor of the Church of the Creator
With: Nobody
Darkness.....it engulfed her completely in those final moments, the last ounces of her precious life draining ever so sudden from her face. It set in like a thick, black cloud, like smoke and ash from the mouth of a fiery chasm.
The beast with the pyramid shaped head, as it lumbered towards her, convulsing and groaning in such unbridled agony, as the paint and mortar flecked away from the walls revealing the nightmare beneath them, walls that squished and squirmed like the innards of a human being, Danielle quickly shut her eyes, anticipating dreadfully to feel its massive, bloodstained blade impale her through her gut or cleave her head off in one fell swoop. But none such came to her.
The siren, screaming as though banshees would to announce impending death, slowly it began to fade from earshot, a distant whimper it was in the ever encroaching darkness.
Then...a bell.
Danielle awoke with a start to find herself lying on the dusty and dingy floor inside the old, dilapidated church to the tolling of a mournful, broken bell being carried upon the ill, chilling winds that swept through the cracks and creases in the old stained glass windows. "Mngh...wh...where am I?" She pondered aloud while rubbing the back of her head, her almond colored hair a bit tousled and a dry, stinging sensation in her throat. Earlier....it was so vivid, everything, the rust, the monsters....her dead mother...but now it all just seemed a blur in the back of her mind. Speaking of which, her head was still pounding incessantly.
Rubbing her eyes, tired and bloodshot, she looked around. Her surroundings..they were so bleak and unnerving. All the pews of the church were smashed to pieces, now just discarded planks of rotting wood bristling with rusted nails. The stained glass windows were caked over with layer upon layers of dust and cobwebs, so much that they had lost their shimmer and were nothing more than mute, drab colors. And the large wooden cross above the pulpit, where an image of Christ would be normally seen, instead it was usurped by a crucified human skeleton, its skull replaced with that of a goat-like creature and wings protruding from its back that seemed to be made out of....pieces of human skin haphazardly stitched together.
Beneath it, beside a few flickering dim candles, a crudely put together wooden placard. Written upon it in what could only be discerned as blood was the phrase:
Latin for: "ALL HOPE IS GONE"
"What is this place?" She whispered to herself shivering. Churches were supposed to be places of peace and serenity, right? So...why did Dani feel this place was less of a house of the holy....and more of a den of demons?"
The cantankerous cackling of a passing crow startled her, causing her to nearly leap from her skin. She had to wonder....was this that place her mother told her about? The place she was never to go under any circumstances?
Was this.....
Silent Hill?
"It can't be."
She rose to her feet dusting off her slightly tattered jeans, trying to shake away the fear that was encompassing her body like a bitter frost on her skin. In fact, this place felt cold, as frigid as what the inside of a morgue probably felt like....and just as dead too. Not a soul but her left in the abandoned parish, save for the few spiders and other creepy-crawlies she witnessed scuttling about through the cracks in the creaking and moaning floorboards and the shattered window panes. The winds outside were contrary, their solemn wails heard all throughout the barren church, along with the peculiar rumbling of distant thunder.
Every once in a while, Dani would catch the flash of lightning outside, yet...no rain to fall, even if the skies above seen through the gaping holes in the plated roof were dark and dreary. This couldn't be Silent Hill...and yet....that is what this place felt to Danielle.
...A living, breathing nightmare....
"Hello? Is someone here?" She called out, her voice echoing. She's had that feeling for some time now, the feeling of eyes upon her always, eyes...intensely gazing at her with a fiendish delight. But there wasn't anyone else here; just her right?
Location: On the floor of the Church of the Creator
With: Nobody
Darkness.....it engulfed her completely in those final moments, the last ounces of her precious life draining ever so sudden from her face. It set in like a thick, black cloud, like smoke and ash from the mouth of a fiery chasm.
The beast with the pyramid shaped head, as it lumbered towards her, convulsing and groaning in such unbridled agony, as the paint and mortar flecked away from the walls revealing the nightmare beneath them, walls that squished and squirmed like the innards of a human being, Danielle quickly shut her eyes, anticipating dreadfully to feel its massive, bloodstained blade impale her through her gut or cleave her head off in one fell swoop. But none such came to her.
The siren, screaming as though banshees would to announce impending death, slowly it began to fade from earshot, a distant whimper it was in the ever encroaching darkness.
Then...a bell.
Danielle awoke with a start to find herself lying on the dusty and dingy floor inside the old, dilapidated church to the tolling of a mournful, broken bell being carried upon the ill, chilling winds that swept through the cracks and creases in the old stained glass windows. "Mngh...wh...where am I?" She pondered aloud while rubbing the back of her head, her almond colored hair a bit tousled and a dry, stinging sensation in her throat. Earlier....it was so vivid, everything, the rust, the monsters....her dead mother...but now it all just seemed a blur in the back of her mind. Speaking of which, her head was still pounding incessantly.
Rubbing her eyes, tired and bloodshot, she looked around. Her surroundings..they were so bleak and unnerving. All the pews of the church were smashed to pieces, now just discarded planks of rotting wood bristling with rusted nails. The stained glass windows were caked over with layer upon layers of dust and cobwebs, so much that they had lost their shimmer and were nothing more than mute, drab colors. And the large wooden cross above the pulpit, where an image of Christ would be normally seen, instead it was usurped by a crucified human skeleton, its skull replaced with that of a goat-like creature and wings protruding from its back that seemed to be made out of....pieces of human skin haphazardly stitched together.
Beneath it, beside a few flickering dim candles, a crudely put together wooden placard. Written upon it in what could only be discerned as blood was the phrase:
Latin for: "ALL HOPE IS GONE"
"What is this place?" She whispered to herself shivering. Churches were supposed to be places of peace and serenity, right? So...why did Dani feel this place was less of a house of the holy....and more of a den of demons?"
The cantankerous cackling of a passing crow startled her, causing her to nearly leap from her skin. She had to wonder....was this that place her mother told her about? The place she was never to go under any circumstances?
Was this.....
Silent Hill?
"It can't be."
She rose to her feet dusting off her slightly tattered jeans, trying to shake away the fear that was encompassing her body like a bitter frost on her skin. In fact, this place felt cold, as frigid as what the inside of a morgue probably felt like....and just as dead too. Not a soul but her left in the abandoned parish, save for the few spiders and other creepy-crawlies she witnessed scuttling about through the cracks in the creaking and moaning floorboards and the shattered window panes. The winds outside were contrary, their solemn wails heard all throughout the barren church, along with the peculiar rumbling of distant thunder.
Every once in a while, Dani would catch the flash of lightning outside, yet...no rain to fall, even if the skies above seen through the gaping holes in the plated roof were dark and dreary. This couldn't be Silent Hill...and yet....that is what this place felt to Danielle.
...A living, breathing nightmare....
"Hello? Is someone here?" She called out, her voice echoing. She's had that feeling for some time now, the feeling of eyes upon her always, eyes...intensely gazing at her with a fiendish delight. But there wasn't anyone else here; just her right?
I'mma get a post in later tonight.
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