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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jul 17, 2016 16:12:50 GMT
He nodded at the man's words, knowing already about the games, even if he hadn't had the “luxury” of experiencing any yet. What he hadn't heard about, though, were weddings. Kida had never warned him about these before, and he quickly found himself frowning. A force marriage? A dead bride? What the hell was their captor doing?! This was all starting to sound like a really fucked up reality show. And he didn't like it.
Part of his brain told him he should know better than to venture in strange, dark buildings in such a fucked up place, even more after hearing about more cruel actions, but his curiosity was stronger. And it would probably be less sickening to go looking inside than to wait patiently for the danger to come out. He hoped. And he might have never been a social man, but he could still tell Kida was nervous. He understood; he wasn't at ease either. But if they were both as uneasy and yet willing, they might as well face whatever was coming together.
Trying not to show any embarrassment or worry, he took the first step in the buildings' direction, and offered Kida his arm, whether to take it or just to follow him, hoping she would understand his intentions. Hoping she wouldn't see his hands, shaking with apprehension, but also lack of medication. As he did so, he turned again towards the unknown man.
– I'm going in. Care to join? By the way, I don't think I caught your name. I'm Christopher Bjørgman. Nice to meet you.
I hope, he thought, glancing at the building. He really wished this meeting wouldn't end badly.
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on Jul 18, 2016 1:37:42 GMT
Weddings? Pfft. And he thought this place couldn't get any weirder. Well, he had been wrong. He shook his head slowly. "What a mad place. I'm going with you, Christopher. I catched your name from Kida calling you earlier. My name's Dimitri.", he replied and nodded once as greeting. Then he turned around and went inside the mausoleum, side by side with Kida and Christoph. What he saw inside though, made him slow down. There were graves with pictures on top. He saw the girl from the first game. And The guy who was blown up with the firework... He stopped in front of the picture of a blonde guy, the name saying 'Cale'. Oh damn.... He didn't know he was dead. What a cruel place this was.... At least he had seen Garrett laying outside, so he was still alive at least. Then he passed the other graves. The man and the woman who had fucked with each other at the first game...they both died. A blonde woman, shown in a weddingdress... this must be the unfortunate bride who had died during the wedding Kida had spoken about... He counted. Eleven. So many people had already died in here.... And he could be next. Kida could be next. Christopher could be next. Jane. Garrett. Meg. .....And Celia. He closed his eyes. He knew he would never forgive himself if she would die now that they had a fight.... He sighed. He needed to clear things up.... Dimitri silently lit a candle for every grave and put it next to their picture. "Excuse me...", he mumbled then to Kida and Christopher and turned, searching for Celia with his eyes. There she was, huddled in a corner. He went over to her and hunkered down in front of her, before he placed gently a hand on her arm, waiting for her to raise her head.
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jul 18, 2016 2:49:41 GMT
Kida gave pause when Christopher offered her his arm. It was as if they were just taking a stroll. Perhaps under different circumstances, she would have thought the gesture sweet and endearing. But she did take him up on his offer and placed her hand on his arm to follow him and Dimitri inside. She was glad that he had offered her his hand. She probably would have been too afraid to go in on her own.
But she didn't like what she saw inside. Graves. Pictures of those who died. Eleven. Some of them were people she had never met, and now she never would. Some she had witnessed die first hand, which was actually very few now that she thought about it. She swallowed thickly. She had no idea how someone could kill this many people and still be considered human. This place was like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
"All these people..." she whispered, not even realizing Dimitri excused himself.
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Post by Celia Adelaine on Jul 18, 2016 4:17:00 GMT
Celia was glad the man left. He was kind to her but she was far from being able to return it. Had he stayed longer she would most likely say something mean. And he did not deserve to get cruel remarks thrown at him. Hearing him leave. Celia closed her eyes. Imagining herself back at home. With her brother. With her class. The children she was teaching. So many things she had yet to do in life. And now she was here. A broken version of herself. And it had taken very little effort to break her. She regretted the day she had set foot out to that bar. Had she not been off to drink herself into destruction she wouldn't have been here. Celia then felt a gentle hand on her arm. Had she not told the guy to leave? Looking up she didn't see the guy. But Dimitri. He had this certain look in his eyes. Why was he here now? Wasn't he pissed at her? She wanted to make a snarky remark at him. But really couldn't find a reason to put in the effort. She just looked away from him. It wasn't her turn to talk. Celia had said enough to do the damage.
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Post by Christopher Bjørgman on Jul 18, 2016 17:42:50 GMT
Christopher smiled kindly at Kida when she took his arm, and simply nodded at the man; Dimitri, he said. His accent sounded foreign, though he didn't know exactly from where. Together, the trio walked towards the building, not without some apprehension. He could feel Kida was just as nervous as he was, while Dimitri seemed surprisingly confidant. When they reached the entrance, Christopher saw some people were present. He recognised them as the group that had first walked inside, and was thankful to see they were all alive and well. He was about to greet them politely, but his mouth quickly shut down when he realised what these people were doing. Most of them silent, some discussing some apparently heavy matters at the edge of tears, they had disposed a lit candle for each single stone casket in the dark, cold building. A mausoleum. Graves. Death. Christopher swallowed with some difficulty, as he and his group reached the center of the room. Silently, he counted the graves. Eleven bodies, which identities had been revealed by a simple, somewhat gruesome picture on top, and a simple writing of their names. He felt sick at his stomach, barely paying attention to Dimitri as he religiously added a candle to each casket. Still holding onto his friend's hand, he started looking at the photos and names. One of them caught his attention.
– There – he whispered into Kida's ear, not daring to talk louder in such a place – That was my roommate, the one who stayed unconscious for so long. – He swallowed again, more loudly this time. – “Ruber Keen”. So he did die.
He observed Kida's face, as he gave a quick nod to Dimitri as he left their side. Maybe her own roommate was in there as well. Actually, it was more than probable. If a man larger than life hadn't survived, surely, neither had he. Nervous, he started looking around. If Celia, a woman he already knew, was in here, then... he breathed. None of his family or friends seemed to have been taken here. He'd been mostly afraid for Nani, who could have been caught in this mess for living with him, but it didn't seem to be the case. Yet... one photo caught his attention. A lovely young maiden, with skin as white as snow and hair as dark as ebony. After all these years, this is where he would find her again: dead in a gloomy, dreary place at the hands of a psychopath.
– Is this the Evelyn you told me about? – he asked his white-haired friend. – The one who was trapped in a cage in the garden?
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Post by Kida Nedakh on Jul 21, 2016 1:51:35 GMT
Kida gave Christopher's arm a squeeze, trying to remind herself that she was still there. Just being in that room made her have to confirm that she was alive too. Eleven. No one had even come looking. Perhaps it was because they were from around the world. No one had connected that they were all snatched by the same person. Her father probably wouldn't even start looking until more time had passed since she did have the tendency to just disappear off the face of the earth on one of her trips. He probably though she was neck deep in the jungles of Africa or backpacking her way across China.
She followed Christopher, not willing to be alone in the tomb. She read every name as she walked past the graves. Remember, she told herself, remember the names so if she escaped, if she lived, they could tell the families. Someone had to tell their families their story. She hadn't been particularly close with any of the deceased. Perhaps that made it easier for her in a way, but seeing this many people dead was still hard. Even worse when she recognized a few, like the marker that Christopher pointed out.
"Yeah," Kida said softly. "That was her... She was so sick when we found her."
Evelyn must not have gotten the medicine or care she needed after being left in the cage for them to find. The girl had seemed like such a fighter, but even then, the odds were stacked against her. Exposure to the elements, cold, sickness, it was probably too much for the frail girl's body to take.
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