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| Aurezeia | Mar 21 2014, 09:36 PM Post #1 |
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| Acharon | Apr 20 2014, 08:59 PM Post #2 |
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Acharon entered the Power House and slid over to the counter to acquire some coffee. After he did so, he sat on one of the empty tables and read a book that he got from his jacket's pocket. |
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| Willow | Apr 20 2014, 09:30 PM Post #3 |
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Barely moments after the young masked individual had taken a seat, a young woman joined him at the table without a word, despite the abundance of spare tables around the pair. Setting her cup of coffee and saucer down on the table with a clink, the lady promptly took two spoonfuls of sugar and ladled it into her drink, stirring it around a bit. She's ordered a skinny latte with extra crema, and had to say... She was rather disappointed today. There wasn't nearly as much crema froth as she would have liked, and the coffee was stronger and darker than the usual cashmere colour. Sighing pointedly, the blonde nurse looked up at the man across from her and smiled primly, as if her previous abrupt actions had been perfectly normal. "My my, it certainly is nice to take a break from the office for a drink, Mn?" she chuckled in her sultry melodious tone, batting her lashes a few times before blowing some hot vapour from the too of the drink. After taking a sip from her white china mug and putting it back down on the plate because it was too hot to drink, Willow ran a slender finger around the top of the drink, smearing the red lipstick kiss mark she'd left behind on the porcelain. "They served it too hot too... What a disappointing start to the day." she said to herself with a laugh, before returning her gaze to Acharon. "Then again, perhaps talking to you will brighten things up a little." she chimed in such a sweet manner, it were as if something terrible would happen if he failed to impress her with conversation. Edited by Willow, Apr 20 2014, 09:50 PM.
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| Acharon | Apr 20 2014, 09:38 PM Post #4 |
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Acharon noticed the nurse that took a seat in front of him. He sipped his coffee and notice Marshmallow appear beside Willow. The white figure grinned at the lady afterwards. He then smiled at her, only lips forming upward since his face is covered. "Sup," He said in his usual voice, greeting her with his usual way to say hello, "I'm quite flattered by your words. Who might you be, miss?" |
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| Willow | Apr 20 2014, 09:49 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh, nobody in particular. Just the nurse on campus. Now you, Mister Mask, you are interesting. Why don't you introduce yourself?" Willow shot the question straight back at him, rathering not to dwell on herself, but instead, on those around her that interested her. Sparing a glance to the little white... Thing, that appeared beside her, the nurse merely raised and eyebrow before picking up her drink and taking a small sip again, smiling into her mug when he smiled at her. "I'd simply love to know where you got that mask from. I'm quite a fan of the mysterious, you see. That's what drew me over here, to be rather frank with you." the blonde confessed, placing the bottom of the cup gently on her fingertips to warm them, giving him an even stare with the constant enigmatic expression that one couldn't discern between a small smile or a sneer of disdain. Edited by Willow, Apr 20 2014, 09:50 PM.
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| Acharon | Apr 20 2014, 09:59 PM Post #6 |
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"The nurse, huh? I get injured pretty often since I'm accident prone. I can drop by there whenever, correct?" he asked her with a smile afterwards. "Well, I'm just a homeroom teacher. Nothing special about me." "I'd simply love to know where you got that mask from." "My mask? Well Everything mysterious has a reason to be a secret, correct?" |
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| Willow | Apr 20 2014, 10:09 PM Post #7 |
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Adjusting her glasses with a sigh, she pouted at him and frowned slightly. "Oh, you're no fun at all." the woman teased, twirling a piece of her hair between her fingertips. "Just the hometown teacher? How does such a 'simple' teacher wind up with a mask then, I wonder? Surely there's a story to tell me honey. These lips don't kiss and tell." she laughed her haughty laugh again, pointing to her painted lips with a perfectly manicured and sculpted nail, lacquered with blood-red polish. Leaning forward and pushing her saucer and mug to the side, Willow leaned both elbows on the table and knitted her fingers together, propping up her chin on her fingers. "I'm oh so bored Mister Mask, won't you tell me a story? Hm? How about it now~?" the nurse smile, keeping the calm expression as she pulled a black heel off one foot beneath the table with the toe of the other, brushing her bare foot up the side of Acheron's leg teasingly as a taunt. Edited by Willow, Apr 20 2014, 10:12 PM.
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| Acharon | Apr 20 2014, 10:21 PM Post #8 |
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Acharon's eyebrow rose when he felt a foot caress his leg. He then had his smirk back on, Marshmallow looking at them curiously, "I'm just a teacher who likes to wear this mask and be mysterious. That's all. You want me to tell you a story? Is my voice that soothing to your ear?" He teased back then smiled. "Alright then... But..." He opened the book on his hand and said, "You did not say what story now, did you?" |
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| Willow | Apr 20 2014, 10:31 PM Post #9 |
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"You could say that." she chortled, eyeing his book with interest. "I shan't pry any further about your mask, but any story will do. It's the story-teller's choice after all, is it not?" Willow nodded to confirm her answer, drinking her coffee at intervals while waiting for him to start, letting her foot rest on top of his, drawing a line down his leg to his ankle with the top of her toe. |
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| Acharon | Apr 20 2014, 10:44 PM Post #10 |
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Acharon turned to a certain page and started reading, "I've always wanted to share this experience with someone who could relate, and since the therapist I saw as a result of this happening couldn't, maybe r/nosleep can. When I was about 7-8 years old I lived with my grandparents in South Carolina. They had this big house that used to be a stop on the Underground Railroad and I used to love discovering all the cool passageways that ran all over the place. When I wasn't doing that, my grandfather took me fishing and hunting while my grandmother would teach me how to sew and cook. Kind of girly things for a little boy to be doing, but those skills definitely helped out in the long run. My folks were military, so rather than drag me around and traumatize me with multiple moves they had me stay at my grandparents'. My room sat at essentially the middle of the house. It was surrounded on all sides by thick walls which used to house passageways but had since been sealed off. I hung up pictures and cool things befitting an eight year old's room. I loved the house, but it started to feel a little off after a while. I noticed that my things kept disappearing. Nothing incredibly valuable, just trivial things like my toothbrushes and combs. No, they never reappeared at some random place, and I would never see them again. My grandparents spent a fortune on my various grooming products, I imagine. It was just my stuff though, which left me and my family in confusion. They used to joke that a ghost must have taken a liking to me. They were kidding of course, but I started to get really freaked out over this notion. I started paying attention to very minor noises and details, and whenever something odd DID present itself it would creep me out to the extreme. I remember drying a favorite shirt of mine, only to come back five minutes later to find the dryer door open and my shirt gone. My things would be moved. Pictures of me that were on the walls would go missing. Most importantly, these little holes started appearing in the walls around the house. They first showed up in my room, then they just popped up all over the house. The kitchen, the bathrooms, the living room. Everywhere except the master bedroom, where my grandparents slept. This really creeped me out, so one night I decided I was going to sleep in their room. I slept in a pretty comfy sleeping bag on the floor, and for the first time in awhile I felt pretty safe. Two AM rolls around and I wake up to this weird tapping sound. It's almost as if someone was hammering something a little ways off. It was the middle of the country and people are often awake doing random things at all hours, so I started to write it off. The moment I started to shrug it off, I happened to look at the far wall, directly facing me. Just in time to see a jagged piece of wall fall out, leaving another tiny hole. I yelled and woke my grandparents. They were genuinely upset for me, so we packed up a few things and left for a weekend. When we got back, the first thing I noticed is that almost everything in the house that had anything to do with me was either gone or damaged. My room was now host to at least thirty different holes, all in varying shapes and sizes. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was go to bed. Me and my grandparents stood in my room and demanded whatever was in the house to leave me alone. There was no great relief, there was no angry outburst, there was no ghostly laughter. Just silence and me feeling scared and a little silly. I decided to be brave and stay in my room that night. I awoke around 12 AM to a thump, the kind I usually attribute to my family moving around knocking into a wall. I started drifting back off, only to hear another thump. Then another. Eventually these grew pretty rhythmic. I was scared out of my mind. I bolted upright and started scanning around my room. I grabbed the flashlight that I had grown to keep on my nightstand and started shining it everywhere. The floor, the walls, the holes. The thumping stopped, but I kept looking around frantically. Eventually my beam caught something shiny and I fixated on it. As soon as I realized what it was, I screamed and started crying like a little girl for my parents. It was a human eye. My grandparents came in and saw this, an unblinking human eye staring out at the room. The police were called and came immediately. They opened the sealed portions of the house and searched every passageway they could find. Eventually they came to the section behind my far wall, where the eye was located. I wasn't privy to the information when I was that young, but when I got older my grandparents told me what it was. The police came upon this tiny room, only big enough to hold one person comfortably if only barely. They were first greeted by what they described as a thick layer of garbage and waste. Most of this "garbage" was my things that had gone missing. My combs, my toothbrushes, my socks, my shoes, my washcloths. My favorite shirt. At the wall, surrounded by pictures of me, was a man. He was completely naked, the only thing keeping him upright was a belt around his neck looped over a nearby low rafter. The cause of death was autoerotic asphyxiation. He had died staring at me, pleasuring himself, surrounded by his sick fascination with me. I don't think there's any getting over it. I can't stand the dark now, and now when I go to sleep...all I can think about are holes." Audio here~
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