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Post by Adam Guillon on Jul 9, 2016 23:04:46 GMT
Adam simply nodded at the blind girl's (Messua, wasn't it?) question. Then, remembering she was blind, he articulated a "Yes". He didn't have the strength to do anything else. His escape attempt had drained all the energy he had left and, now that the adrenaline was gone, the pain in his head was all that was keeping him awake.
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Post by Miguel Olivero on Jul 10, 2016 15:16:47 GMT
"Who the fuck is Dean?" he said and wrinkled his nose, slowly realising that he was probably just a man who was a part of their "group" and Messua sacrificed her vision to save him. So, that meant that another one of those "Madge's games" was hosted. He quickly looked back on his at his girlfriend, who was obviously shocked by Messuas "new look", and then back on his Hindu friend.
"Okay, Messua, if you say so," he said in a friendly tone, but with subtle reminders of what this woman has gone through. "and I'm glad to meet you too," he bowed his head in a greeting manner, for a moment forgetting that the girl was blind now. "So, it seems like we are back in the garden and now we can walk in,... whatever this building is," he said and moved his arm from Jane's waist to her shoulder. "Do you need any help. Messua? Me or Jane could be your eyes and lead you in?" he caught himself and offered help to the "mystery" woman.
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Post by Madge Baker on Jul 10, 2016 16:59:39 GMT
NOTE: Evelyn Snow has been added to the list of people deceased.
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Post by Silvia Harrison on Jul 10, 2016 17:18:53 GMT
Silvia watched as the man put down his weapon. She then watched as everyone hurdled together. They all seemed to know each other. They were most likely here for a good while if almost all of them knew each other's names. She walked away from the crowd and started to head towards the building. She had heard the man telling them not to go in there due to there was nothing but death, but she couldn't help the curiosity that overwhelmed her. Though she had no idea who she was going to see..
Once she was inside she saw nothing but caskets that held pictures of who was inside on top of them. But only one picture stood out to her the most. "Ariel.." She whispered as she walked over to the casket that held her friend's body. She put her hand on the casket and stared at the picture of her friend. She looked a mess but she looked peaceful. Her heart broke as she continued to stare at the picture.
Though she could only stare at it so much until she finally looked away. "I'll avenge you, Ariel.. Don't you worry." Silvia whispered before she walked away from the casket. She didn't want to cry. If she cried the person in charge of this would be happy. The only thing that hurt her was not knowing how her friend had died. And then she saw a picture of Evelyn, causing her heart to ache. That was Ariel's best friend. Silvia felt more anger grow as she looked at each and every picture of the dead..
"I promise your deaths will be avenged. I'm so sorry this happened to all of you. May you rest in peace." Silvia whispered to herself as if she was talking to all of them.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jul 10, 2016 17:30:57 GMT
Kida stumbled to her feet, a little uneasy on her legs after this round of drugs. She took a shaky breath. More and more people were waking up, some of them far faster with far fewer reactions to the drugs than she did. She scrubbed a miserable hand over her face. They should probably find out what the 'game' was before anyone got hurt. The last time she was in a game and someone was locked up, the object was to free them.
"Celia," she croaked.
Kida felt ages older since the last time she saw the other woman. So much had happened since they first met that it was wearing on the Greek woman. She wanted to see the few people that she had gotten to know since she had ended up in the nightmare house. Celia was there... Vincent was not. She just had to find Christopher and her last roommate. So many people were gone. New faces surrounded her as well.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 10, 2016 17:47:59 GMT
Messua chuckled at Miguel's sudden outburst of whom this Dean was. "I don't know, I just met him at the lovely game.", she shrugged. "We haven't talked much. But he did his task to save me first, so I better did what I did.", she smiled. "I would be pleased, if one of you would guide me in. I want to find out if someone special is there.", she paused a moment, waiting. Then she reached out her hand in, what she hoped was the right direction towards Miguel and his friend. Possibly the brunette from the game they had to play together.
"Your girlfriend is alright, is she?", her voice sounded worried. "She didn't look well the last time we met."
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Post by Dean Gray on Jul 10, 2016 19:51:05 GMT
Dean awoke, groaning like many others and probably feeling the same headache as many others.
Before opening his eyes, he heard a couple familiar voices mixed with some unfamiliar ones. A new game? His ears caught someone someone saying his name. A man, judging by the tone of voice, but it wasn't exactly the most friendly type of speech. "Who the fuck is Dean?" Dean smiled a little at that, it was good to not be known. Still, he'd have to let the guy know.
Dean raised his hand in the air while still lying on his back on the grass. "I'm the fuck is Dean!" he said, probably a bit too loud. He opened his eyes, being greeted by the sky. He was outside. That's when he noticed the grass trying to sneak its way up under his shirt, it scratched a little, but it was a welcome feeling. Deciding to join the others, he got himself up and looked around. He'd never seen this many around, he recognized almost all who were up and standing about, except a man with ginger hair. At first glance one might mistake him for this Ruber fellow, but then you saw the face, and all was good. Relatively speaking, that was. Turning his head towards the voice who spoke his name, he saw Messua standing among a blond man and a brunette. Dean had seen them before, but couldn't recall the names.
He moved over to the small group. "Hey, what's going on?" he said, "On another note, uh... how you holding up?" he added, this time directly towards Messua.
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Post by Miguel Olivero on Jul 10, 2016 20:59:19 GMT
"Yes, she is right by my side," he nodedd on Messua's question and patted Jane's shoulder tenderly. His head turned automatically towards the "fucking Dean", when the man fianlly spoke up. Miguel rolled his eyes and gave a small chuckle. "I think Madge, as known as our kidnapper, wants us to say goodbye to those who we had been surrounded by for so long," he answered Dean's question. "By the way I'm Miguel and this is Jane," introduced himself and shook hands with the dark-haired man.
Then he turned his attention to Messua."Take my hand," he said to the girl and took her hand with his free one and guided her along him. Shoulder to shoulder, their small group entered the mausoleum. Miguel's breath hitched slightly, when he saw caskets with photos on them. "You,.. you said you would like to pray for someone special, Messua?" he asked the woman, his voice slightly trembeling. Thoughts. Thousends of thoughts rushed upon his mind. He remembered their faces,.. While they were still alive. Cale, Ariel, Odette,... His heart skipped a bit when he saw another photo of a girl he thought was still alive. Evelyn. Even Evelyn was here. He counted the caskets... Eleven. This fucking woman already took eleven people's lives and she got away with it. This wasn't right...
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Post by Adam Guillon on Jul 10, 2016 21:12:14 GMT
(OOC: just a quick note: Adam broke one of the picture's frame so if you want it to be someone's in particular, don't hesitate to claim that detail! ;D)
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 10, 2016 21:15:46 GMT
Messua laughed warm at Dean's sudden outburst. Of course he had to wake up, when someone was talikng about him. She felt someone approaching and by the voice she could say it was indeed Dean. "I'm fine, just need to adjust. It's good to hear you're alright.", her voice was calm and soft. She would never complain about the game to him. It had been her choice.
She felt Miguel taking her hand and let him lead her into the mausoleum. The air was colder in here and she shivered slightly. "Oh yes, I want to see if my former roommate is here...", she hesitated. "Someone told me she might be dead so...", she gave Miguel a sad smile. "Her name was Kayley and her hair was brunette. She was far too young to die..."
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on Jul 10, 2016 21:25:31 GMT
Dimitri was only shortly irritated by the look on celias face. Well, how could she be happy when they were in another game now? He could understand. Nevertheless, he stormed the last steps to her and hugged her. "Celia..", he mumbled into her hair and stroke over her head. "I'm so glad to see you again." He tightened his grip for a moment and then let go of her to give her a smack on her lips. He reached out for Celia's hand and squeezed it gently as he turned to a fair-haired and Jane by his side. He knew this voice, but who was he? Just then he introduced himself as Miguel. Of course, Miguel! Before he could go to him though, the two went into the mausoleum, taking a woman who seemed to be named Messua with them. Just then Kida came to Celia and him. "K-Kida..? Is that really you? And... you know Celia?", he asked the light-haired and catched himself staring at her again.
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Post by Dean Gray on Jul 10, 2016 21:32:07 GMT
Dean froze at the mention of Messuas roommate. A brunette? Dean snuck past them and searched the pictures that were there. Then he saw her. Kayley, probably the first victim of this place, hopefully the only one that Dean would cause the death of, inadvertently or not. He knew her name now, at least. He'd make sure he remembered it, when he was out he'd have to apologize to the family, something, anything. He knew it was foolish to blame himself for this, it was obviously their captor who had killed her, but he still did.
"....Found her."
He didn't quite want to tell Messua he was the cause of Kayleys death, The cruel irony of it all dawned on him. He had killed her roommate, she had saved him. Turning away from the picture and towards the wall, he tried keeping his tears from welling up and out, he'd really not want to cry among all these people. He wouldn't be the first to do so, at least.
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Post by Miguel Olivero on Jul 10, 2016 21:51:48 GMT
Miguel walked softly forward, following Dean's directions and stopped by the casket, where Messua's formal rommate were. He could relate to the feelings she must had right now. He lost his rommate too. "Here, Messua," he said and gently let go of the girl's hand. "We are standing in front of Kaylay's casket," he looked around and noticed a heap of tea candles and a few boxes of matches near the enter of the building, that they have already passed. "Do you need candles?" he asked the blackhaired girl just in case. He will definitly grab a few. Yes, he was an atheist, but... He couldn't just leave this place without saying goodbeye to those who he met and cared about. "Jane, stay here with Messua, I will come back in a few seconds," he said quetly to his girlfriend and rapidly walked to the entrance. Tears was about to start pouring. He blinked lightly and glanced down at the floor. "Men don't cry", he said inwardly and kneeled near the boxes to grab a dozen of candles and a match box. Then, only when he calmed his feelings down, he came to the girls back.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jul 10, 2016 22:28:00 GMT
Messua tilted her head. Was there a slightly shaking undertone in Dean's voice? No, she must misheard it. It wasn't like she could hear like a bat now. Indeed without eyesight her body concentrated more on the other senses, but she was sure that it wouldn't make such a difference. Messua shook her head.
Before she could make the attempt to follow Dean's voice on her own, Miguel had lead her to the casket. Why was everyone comforting her like this? Just because she lost her sight? Wouldn't she be worth the sweetness with it? She frowned. But the sudden her emotions changed, the sudden she calmed down again. At least she had indeed asked for help this time.
Messua reached out her hand and touched the cold stone of the casket. She shivered again. "Yes, a candle would be good.", she smiled. Finally she could pray to Erzulie Freya and plea of her guidance for Kayley. That girl should sleep in peace now, the horror was over. A sad smile appeared on Messua's lips. She knew Kayley had told her she liked horror movies. But it was a difference to see one or be part of one.
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Post by Miguel Olivero on Jul 10, 2016 22:42:32 GMT
Miguel was marking time, not knowing what he should do next. Should he just offer the candles and the match box? He frowned and slightly shook his head. No, that would be redicolous! Messua coudn't see where the wick was placed, she won't be able to lit the candles! The man shook his despondent head. Poor Messua.
Then the fair-haired gave a sigh and calmed his mind. He decided that it would be better just to ask her what she wants him to do outload. "Messua, I'm sorry to ask, but,.. Do you want me to lit up the candle for you?" he asked gently, standing right by her side. "Oh, and how many do you need?" he adedd slightly embarrassed from his incoherence.
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