[ GM ORP ] The Cabin (WRAPUP P 23!)

[Smerdle]

Astro hadn't meant to touch another one, already content in the knowledge that he was the best detective this weird-a** cabin had ever seen, but much like he had with the first, he stumbled into his third memory, freezing in place as it played out before him.

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[stella cinere]

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DREAMS:
Her teacher had given her a book on the stars to read today, and said she could take it home, and bring it back when she was done. She had learned what astronomers were today, too, and she was excited. She was sitting out under the stars, with a little flashlight she'd taped red construction paper over, trying to not make her night vision bad, like the book said to do. Well, it said red film, but this was what she had. She could kind of read the book, and she could see the stars... She knew, then and there, she wanted to be an astronomer. She could see it in her future.

It was almost familiar, almost like he had this conversation somewhere or someone about wanting to study the stars. Maybe it was him, maybe he had always wanted to study the stars, stand on the edge of the cliffs to get a better view, but it was raining wasn’t it? Too rainy to climb to rainy to even keep himself from being drenched from head to toe. His brows furrowed as he tried to think, but the thought slipped away as the last crystal in the grasp of his hand began to glow.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Sidney (going by Crane atm)
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Short brown hair, greyish eyes, slightly slender build wearing a pair of jeans, tank and hunter's coat.

 

[iloveyouDIE]

"It's a door right?" Thorn cast a glance back over to it, "Which means it's got to open. Why have a door if it doesn't lead somewhere else?"

He tugged her hand and started to stand, he'd keep hold if it made her feel better and perhaps in a way it made him feel better too.

"C'mon Eli, let's try and get it open."

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Chris Lee going by Thorn
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Floppy blonde hair with brown tips. Lanky. Freckled. Looks like he needs a good meal forever.

pyrogoth

i approve

 

[Meegane]

Kòngbái felt it was the right thing to retrieve her lost memories, so she reached out for another fragment. Tell me! Tell me more! She eagerly wished as she was occupied by the memory began to play.

Kim's snippet

{ REGRET }
Her hand closed over the artifact and the world imploded. Why had she touched it? Why did she feel she needed it? Why didn't she just put it back?

It was something very shocking, unexpectable, it stirred her steadiness and the rythym of her breathe. That was a memory where she regreted for one thing she had done, the result was too devastating for a cost she could afford. She wished she hadn't taken it - that artifact. Just a careless action and the world changed. That lesson was deeply craved in her mind, the sadness, the anger to herself and the determination to fix the problem.

Artifact? The petite Asian had no idea about it besides its appearance in the memory. Why and where she touched it? No matter how long she drilled on that moment, she couldn't figure it out.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Shu, now called 空白(Kòngbái)
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Short Asian girl with long straight dark brown hair, petite size, amber eyes.

 

[stella cinere]

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BATTLE:
"It's gonna snap the line!" He cried, pulling up as hard as he could.
"Hold it. You almost got it." His uncle's massive hands wrapped around his and pulled up, the line caught as the boat jostled beneath them.

Fishing? Family? Compared to the rest of the memories it seemed almost insignificant but still important in some way or another to him. He wished he could recall the rest of the memory, if they had even managed to catch the fish or if he had been foolish enough to let it slip away and live the rest of his life from that point on in disappointment.

He couldn’t remember.

The room shifted and the tendrils as quick as they had appeared slithered away leaving a voice screaming, eyes staring as if boring into his soul.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Sidney (going by Crane atm)
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Short brown hair, greyish eyes, slightly slender build wearing a pair of jeans, tank and hunter's coat.

 

[Meegane]

Rolled before.  

[Meegane]

She was very confused, first she recalled her father then she did something that was so bad. As for her punishments and what she paid for it, she was unable to answer. As if her memories were cut, some parts were taken out, she disliked the incompletence.

Undetermined, she grasped for one more crystal fragments. The more she remembered, the more complete she was, Kòngbái believed in a hopeless way, catching whatever she could get on hand.

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{ POWER }
It wasn't much of an artistic expression, but that hadn't been the point: the point had been sheer vandalism. The point had been to draw a neon yellow d**k in the side of an a*****e business owner's building. And looking at it made Vash's heart quicken just a bit, so that even as the three of them pounded down the street away from a shout of anger, a grin spread across his face.

It looked like the back alley of a street, she was holding a yellow spray and doing graffiti on someone's property. She could feel that thrilling emotion and the mischief genes flowing inside her. She paused to admire her work and a yell alarmed her. She waved at two figures before running off, leaving a mess behind and she enjoyed the anger from the person who shouted. It was a triumph for them.

Who were them? Those two people doing it with her, she felt like they shall be close friends and would do many things together. But - who they are? She kept a confused face and looked around, hoping someone might come to her and tell her who she was.

It was no one, but the voice approached. It warned her of a dangerous killer, like a past ghost giving advice. "I don't get it." She stated and felt the need to look at those face in the cabin as she did.

One of them had their eyes seemed to glisten with bad intentions in a glimpse, she turned back to find them but she no longer could. Her heart beat quickened sensing the forcoming danger. If something was coming, she needed a way out.

She examined the door and found the keyhole, she made herself to the door again even there already people gathered in front of it. She asked the voice - maybe the being with the tendrils -

"Where's the key to the door?"

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Shu, now called 空白(Kòngbái)
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Short Asian girl with long straight dark brown hair, petite size, amber eyes.

 

[and be blue]

He had a brother, that much he was sure of, and it gave some sense of who he was. Still no name, still no certainty of self, but it was something he could work with, A man with a brother (more than one brother, he wondered absently) had a family. And he dug down that line, trying to remember the rest of them --

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RESPONSIBILITY: Paely realized her aunt, her mother's sister and almost twin, was finding it challenging to keep running the family business passed down to the eldest child. Paely decided she would try to help as much as she could manage.

He had an aunt. Was his mother a twin? Something like, at least, and maybe she had been close to his sister. Close enough that he had memories of her, of trying to help with the family business, even if it wasn't something he was particularly good at....  

[and be blue]

While Vash toyed with his hair, fingers near the back -- easily putting it into a loose French braid, like his muscles remembered this action -- he furrowed his brow and looked around, to see if there was anything familiar. Instead, it was only strangers, that made him tip his head and frown just a bit, worrying after more of who he was.

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DISGUST: It was difficult for Yuki to hate anyone, even after this. They had hurt him because they had wanted to. Maybe he deserved it. Maybe he was paying for his misdeeds in life that he couldn't remember... Were all demons like these people, at their core?

The idea of demons worried at him, made Vash rub at his chest, wishing he had a tie to hold the french braid in place. It made him feel more comfortable, more like himself, but even as he let go of it, it unraveled.

What kind of demons had he lived with? And what, exactly, had he done?  

[kuropeco]

[ October ]


He wants to shrink back down into the darkness, wants to find who he's looking for, wants to push past this feeling in his chest that he can't explain. He doesn't know how to handle this, emotions conflicting, twisting, and his face is gaunt, haggard as he stumbles accidentally into two people.

"Sorry," he says, and it sounds like it's stuck in his throat. "Sorry."

Pyrogoth

iloveyouDIE

 

[and be blue]

Hatred was new: it swelled in his throat and made him swallow uncomfortably, fingers going up in his hair. He wasn't sure who he hated, but the feeling ate at him, drove his shoulders up, left his eyes just a bit distracted. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar, though. It seemed a part of him --

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HATRED: This was an emotion that she shouldn't feel. She wasn't like that. She was the sweet and kind and loving type of person. But hatred she felt. It consumes her on a daily basis. She just wanted it to go away.

Still, it was wrong, and he struggled to swallow it down. He tried to drive it away. It didn't entirely work.

Who was he? He wasn't sure, but he thought Kin suited him well enough as an idea. He blew out a breath and turned to see what else there was he could learn from this room.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Ever (Currently Kin)
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Tall, skinny, fair-haired, dark eyed, with a big nose.

 

[and be blue]

Mother. French braid. They painted a picture of someone loved by someone, even if everyone else hated him. Even if --

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LONELINESS: He never fit in at his highschool, the kid from Florida who didn't live up to anyone's expectations. The military kid who had no friends. He only had to survive two more years of this right?

He was an outsider, but he was an outsider who had someone who meant something, and he was apparently from Florida, had hopped around from place to place and only remembered that one, and so he held onto it --

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Vasily (Currently Florida)
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Average height, young-looking, with a mane of blond hair and an eclectic personal style.

 

[iloveyouDIE]

Thorn turned when someone bumped him and looked immediately concerned for the young man who hit them both. Somehow the rush of strange memories had bolstered him, but the more he met others they had a much worse time.

"Hey.." He stuck his free hand out and put it on the other's shoulder, "Everyone's having a bad time. It's okay.."

And he offered his free hand to hold. Something grounding.

As far as he could tell, they were all in this together.

kuropeco

pyrogoth

 

[PyroGoth]

Eli latches on immediately. The more people she can keep around her, the better. She does her best to cling onto both humans at the same time--

What if it makes them not like her?

--And lets go immediately, panicking, and curls up against the door instead, staring and trying to will them not to leave. She hugs herself, feeling suddenly very cold, and the camera drops out of her sleeve again. She looks at it. Why does she even have that? It's hideous.

iloveyouDIE

kuropeco

 

[kuropeco]

[ October ]


He gives the two a blank eyed, hollow look; the pain in his chest is ebbing outwards, his expression flickering, and he wants -

He doesn't know what he wants. It aches, this feeling of inadequacy, of not being good enough, of never getting what he wants and never being able to cross that bridge. He always somehow manages to miss a step and go in the wrong direction.

It's terrible, not knowing. He feels - ashamed.

He crouches down beside the one on the floor, but his hand reaches up, latches onto the wrist of the boy still standing, because he needs something to hold onto. His free arm wraps around his knees, and he rests his head on them, watching the girl.

"What's that?"

Normal, simple, not complicated conversation.

Pyrogoth

iloveyouDIE