Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp and feeling pressed down by the sudden increase in gravity. The doors of yesterday had closed. Other doors had now opened.

And other routes.

[ pathways | gremlins | space battles | room of the past | flooded room | free space | strange vault | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from camp 1 or the joint camp 2/ camp 3 ]

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Re: An Aged Door

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this was a horror movie in the making. Or maybe a Lifetime movie.

Tony grabbed her arm, trying to pull Anna out of there. "C'mon."

Re: An Aged Door

[dressedinblood]

You were right the first time, Tony. Especially if you actually looked at the girl beside you, whose skin was now dead-white, her dress red and dripping with blood, her inhuman eyes locked on the scene in front of her.

The memory of Anna tried to flee as Elias started toward her, but he caught her by the arm as her mother looked on with an expression of pleased hatred on her face. She slammed her head into his nose--not hard enough to break it, but hard enough that he let go and she fled toward the back of the house.

"You will not leave this house!" her mother shrieked, chasing after her and grabbing Anna by the hair. "You will never, never leave this house!"

"I will!" Anna shouted, managing to escape her mother only to be confronted with Elias again. As they struggled, her mother went...somewhere. Anna smashed a ceramic pitcher against Elias' head, and he tackled her to the floor in the foyer, hanging on to the backs of her legs as she struggled to get away.

And then Anna's mother came back with the kitchen knife and Anna, the real Anna, the horrible Anna, screamed, "NO!"

Even though it was useless. This had already happened.

The girl in the white dress screamed until she couldn't any more, and the girl in the red dress watched, tears of black water rolling down her face.

Re: An Aged Door

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Anna, we have to keep moving," Tony said, putting himself in front of her. "Now."

Re: An Aged Door

[dressedinblood]

"We can't leave," Anna said in that horrible voice, like it was coming from inside a cave instead of a girl. "She was right. I'll never leave this house."

At least she wasn't trying to kill you, Tony.

Re: An Aged Door

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"We're not in the house now." Tony, logic wasn't needed here.

Re: An Aged Door

[dressedinblood]

Yeah Anna was not so much with the listening to logic right now. "You don't understand," she hissed, her dark hair whipping around her dead-white face. I can't ever get out." Cas had freed her, and then what happened? She wound up right back here.

Re: An Aged Door

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Oh, for the love of...

Tony tugged harder, intent on just getting them the hell out of there. Which was, of course, when this place looked less like a Victorian home and more like a private jet. A very familiar private jet.

Re: An Aged Door

[dressedinblood]

That surprised Anna enough that the whites came back into her eyes, some of the unworldliness fading and the girl peeking through. "Where--where are we?" Wait. "Is this an airplane?"

Yes, she sounded monstrous. She also sounded kind of excited. She'd never been on a plane before, after all.

Re: An Aged Door

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I--" Tony started, staring at himself and his father sitting across from each other and joking about Obidiah.