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Post by ivan on Oct 3, 2011 3:17:32 GMT
A haunted house? Sure, the place had some local legends attached to it, but it was hardly the kind of thing he'd think to call demonic. Looking at it in the pale moonlight he couldn't help but feel a small shiver dance it's way down his spine. He had to admit there was something about this place, almost a foreboding surrounding it like the very earth itself cried out beckoning Ivan away from it. However, this wasn't something he was planning on tucking tail and running from. Eyeballing the house, the Detective jammed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. It was brisk night, the air almost bitter with the cold. It was a perfect night to go and do something a little crazy, maybe even a little stupid. Sometimes that's what finding the truth broke down to; an act of equal part faith and stupidity. Ivan had both enough to spare.
The house had been brought to his attention by the multitude of urban legends he'd been reading up on lately. With all the weird shit that had been happening he had gone digging to see if the city had a history of it. He hadn't found anything that had led to a massive 'Aha!' moment, but the house before him had shown up a few different times. Murder, mentions of monsters lurking about; the kind of shit that kept stoned teenagers scared enough to have a good time. However, he wasn't out here chasing down some weed-concocted fantasy, he was out here looking for answers. Ha, the thought of it in his head was almost a joke. Out here at a haunted house chasing local legends all in the pursuit of truth.
Pulling the SIG 226 from it's holster at his hip the Detective checked the chamber and slid the weapon back into it's home. He wasn't scared of the bogeyman jumping out, but being careful had also saved his ass more than once. Taking one final deep breath Ivan soldiered forward, footfalls carrying him across what could have been called a yard at some point. Pushing aside the rickety old door Ivan pushed his way into the old home. In all honesty he had no idea what it was he was looking for, all he knew was that this place had something. Something within these walls was a piece of the puzzle he needed, he just didn't know what the puzzle was or really where the piece went.
Sliding a flashlight from within the confines of his jacket he clicked it to life, artificial light bathing the abandoned house. As the darkness was pushed back to the cracks and corners, disappearing beneath the powerful beam of light Ivan searched. He tried his best to keep the noise down, but in all honesty he didn't hate the idea of bringing someone out, that is if anyone was even here. Whatever it was he was tearing this place apart looking for he doubted would be in some folder or file neatly labeled for him.
So then what the hell was it?
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Post by VAEDA SOPHIA WAY on Oct 3, 2011 4:20:31 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 505px; -moz-border-radius: 0 185 185 0px;background-color:#09281d;] so we burst into colours ------- colours and carousels, fall head first, like paper planes & playground games-------------------------------- OUTFITVaeda had been to this haunted house more than a hundred times in her life. She had never really questioned why she was so drawn to the old broken place, but last time she had been there, she found an injured kitten that was almost starved to death. Since she had found herself with nothing else to do, she figured that going to the “haunted” place seemed like a fairly good idea. She hadn’t been there for a few weeks, so it wouldn’t surprise her to find a few dead animals lying around all over the place. As heart breaking as that was for her, she had to face the truth that everything had to die sooner or later. Still, she didn’t like knowing that there were sick, hopeless animals out there in the world. Vaeda walked into the dark old house and flipped the switch on and off just out of habit. It didn’t work, of course, because no one had lived in this house for years. She walked up the stairs to the very back bedroom where she had found the sick kitten. She bit her lip when she walked up the stairs because she was always scared the old wood would give away to her weight and collapse and she would hurt herself, but thankfully they were sturdy enough to climb up safely. She sighed with relief and turned left to go to the bedroom as a start of her little hunt. When she found no animals other than a dead rat upstairs, she walked down the old rickety stairs. She had always been glad that one of the only perks of being a werewolf were the heightened senses. She could see better than the normal human could in these dark parts, and could hear and smell better, too. A drift of wind brought the scent of human near, and footsteps from outside approaching the old house. Her nerves were getting the best of her and she froze where she stood. She wasn’t afraid of humans, but she was certainly afraid of new people. People she had no idea how to speak to half the time, so when she talked, it all came out without a filter at all. She watched the door open slowly, and a man walk through the door slowly. The black holster on his side showed the handle of a gun poking out of it. The dark haired man shone his flashlight over the house and a soft screech escaped her lips. She snapped out of her frozen fear and backed up slowly. She walked on her tippy toes so her heels wouldn’t click on the floor backwards so that he wouldn’t be able to see her. She ran right into the sink with a little clank due to her zipper hitting the counter. She was frozen again, her heart pounding roughly in her chest. The man had a gun, and she had nothing. She was alone, and she was going to die. |
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Post by ivan on Oct 7, 2011 18:15:21 GMT
Nothing. There was nothing here. Just more local legends and big talk for nothing that really was. Sweeping the light around the room he stood in he saw exactly what he thought he would have. Garbage, filth, some graffiti; the usual you would expect to find in an abandonedd house within the city. Letting out a sigh of frustration the police officer clicked the light off and shut his eyes. As the darkness engulfed him he allowed his mind to flow freely, searching for anything he might have missed. However, this brought about a new wall he had to deal with; he had no idea what it was he was looking for. All he had was a handful of pieces to a very large puzzle and it was getting him no where. He had mild glimpses to the world that was around him, but nothing close to the truth, nothing close to a complete or total understanding. It brought nothing but pure frustration and anger to him. What the fuck was he suppose to do?
However, the silence was split as the sounds of footfalls came to his ears. Someone else was here and he had no idea what to expect from them. As seconds passed into minutes he began walking again, his feet landing softly barely making a noise. Coming to another door the Detective pushed it open gently, slipping through the door and pushing it shut behind him. He was determined to find whoever it was that was in here. Whoever else was in this house may have carried whatever it was he was looking for, they might have been the one to put the puzzle together for him, or at the very least shed some light upon it.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw her starring back at him. Narrowing his eyes suddenly the Detective found his hand flying to the sidearm holstered at his hip. However, before his drew it he let his eyes continue to stare into her own, and it was there he saw the truth of her emotions. No rage, no anger; nothing that posed him any danger lay within her glowing orbs. All that seemed to be there was fear. Slowly he let his hand fall away from the pistol, bringing them up into the air infront of his chest to show he was no threat. "It's alright, I'm a cop." Keeping one hand up in the air he slid the other into his jacket and pulling something out of his jacket and tossed it to the ground infront of the Woman.
In the dim light his badge glinted softly showing himself as a police officer.
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Post by VAEDA SOPHIA WAY on Oct 21, 2011 18:26:57 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 505px; -moz-border-radius: 0 185 185 0px;background-color:#09281d;] so we burst into colours ------- colours and carousels, fall head first, like paper planes & playground games-------------------------------- She hated having to stand there with fear. Even though she could smell the human a ways away, she couldn’t tell if it was ever coming closer or if she was going to be left alone. The unfortunate part of having such an intense sense of smell was that you could smell everything on the person or people around you. It gave her a headache sometimes hearing and smelling so many different things at once, but if she focused enough, she was able to ignore some of them. Most of the time she was okay, it was just horrible when she was surprised by something, like this human. He didn’t smell awful or dirty, but his scent was unfamiliar and her head began to ache.
Vaeda bit her lip when the door began to open slowly. She saw the flashlight glimmering towards her and pushed herself up against the counter. Finally someone emerged from behind the door and. He looked mean, almost sad, and something else. Her eyes widened when she noticed her hand on his gun again. Please don’t shoot me, please don’t shoot me, please don’t shoot me. she pleaded in her head. Finally, he took his hand away from the gun and Vaeda sighed softly in relief.
A cop? Were cops supposed to trespass? Were they supposed to throw their badges down on the ground like it was nothing? Well, she didn’t think so, but she wasn’t supposed to be here either technically, but she probably couldn’t be arrested either. Still, she didn’t really like having a cop around. They had brought nothing but trouble for her in the past, and she didn’t really want to have one around her for too long. She nodded at the man and pushed herself off of the counter. “Well then if you aren’t going to kill me, I’ll just be going then.” She said and started walking towards the door.
On her way out, she noticed the smell of feline. While not her favorite smell, she knew that there was a cat around here somewhere. She stopped and started smelling around for it. She could smell it stronger with every step and knelt down when she could hear it’s shallow breathing. “Aw, poor thing.” She cooed when she finally spotted it underneath a cardboard box. It’s white fur was patched with black and grey spots that seemed to be dust and something else. The starved cat was so tiny that its ribs were poking out from its skin. Gently Vaeda picked it up and held it closely. The cat didn’t seem to mind being held at all, and she pet its ears softly. She worked her hands down the cat’s body to make sure that it didn’t have anything broken or sensitive to the touch. It seemed alright other than not have eaten for a long time. She felt her heart sink into her chest.
It was times like these that she thanked God that she was able to help animals like this.
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