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wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2011-08-17 06:04 pm
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2011-08-17 06:04 pm
✖ anxiety attack: 005 ✖
[A. 339 Brady Lane]
[The sound of shattering glass is loud in the kitchen, the milk bottle having slipped out of Mika's hands. Sweat forms on her brow, her pupils dilating, and the trembling starts just as she begins to scream.
The walls have gone moldy and stained, the glass fogged with filth and grime, and the milk and glass on the floor is now blood and flesh. Disembodied sounds echoing through a haunted apartment that seems to watch her. Shadows flutter at the corner of her vision, grasping hands reaching for her to drag her down and tear her apart. Something was moving, its heavy footfalls made the floorboards creak in the floor above her and its loud, wet breathing makes it sound as if it was coming for her.
The whole building--no, the town itself--knew where she was.
It was coming for her. This time it was going to kill her for good. Her screams were muffled by the heavy air, but she doesn't care, she needs to escape it somehow even if she has to fight her way out.]
LEAVE ME ALONE!
[B. Phone]
[She's sobbing uncontrollably as she grips the phone so hard the receiver is creaking, she's desperate to talk to someone even if all she can hear is static. She should have known better but she's going to leave a message anyway.]
Oh God, somebody please pick up! This apartment is full of hauntings and I can't find anybody. It's just them! They're everywhere! They can hear me breathe and they know where I am, I tried to find the others but I don't have any red tape and there's blood all over the place and I don't know where to go.
Somebody, please!
[Welcome to the crazy, Mayfield. Someone got the Special Milk.]
[C. Streets: Afternoon]
[Mika has escaped the confines of the house, a roll of duct tape in one hand and a lead pipe in the other. She's shaking like a leaf, but her grip on the pipe is white-knuckled and possibly deadly if provoked.]
[D. Park: Evening]
[Curled up beneath a tree with her knees hugged to her chest, Mika is rocking gently as she cries into her knees. Her arms are scraped up and her knees are bleeding, and there's leaves and grass in her hair and clothes. It's been a very long day and the effect of the milk is starting to wear off, but not enough for her to feel safe. Someone come rescue her?]
[The sound of shattering glass is loud in the kitchen, the milk bottle having slipped out of Mika's hands. Sweat forms on her brow, her pupils dilating, and the trembling starts just as she begins to scream.
The walls have gone moldy and stained, the glass fogged with filth and grime, and the milk and glass on the floor is now blood and flesh. Disembodied sounds echoing through a haunted apartment that seems to watch her. Shadows flutter at the corner of her vision, grasping hands reaching for her to drag her down and tear her apart. Something was moving, its heavy footfalls made the floorboards creak in the floor above her and its loud, wet breathing makes it sound as if it was coming for her.
The whole building--no, the town itself--knew where she was.
It was coming for her. This time it was going to kill her for good. Her screams were muffled by the heavy air, but she doesn't care, she needs to escape it somehow even if she has to fight her way out.]
LEAVE ME ALONE!
[B. Phone]
[She's sobbing uncontrollably as she grips the phone so hard the receiver is creaking, she's desperate to talk to someone even if all she can hear is static. She should have known better but she's going to leave a message anyway.]
Oh God, somebody please pick up! This apartment is full of hauntings and I can't find anybody. It's just them! They're everywhere! They can hear me breathe and they know where I am, I tried to find the others but I don't have any red tape and there's blood all over the place and I don't know where to go.
Somebody, please!
[Welcome to the crazy, Mayfield. Someone got the Special Milk.]
[C. Streets: Afternoon]
[Mika has escaped the confines of the house, a roll of duct tape in one hand and a lead pipe in the other. She's shaking like a leaf, but her grip on the pipe is white-knuckled and possibly deadly if provoked.]
[D. Park: Evening]
[Curled up beneath a tree with her knees hugged to her chest, Mika is rocking gently as she cries into her knees. Her arms are scraped up and her knees are bleeding, and there's leaves and grass in her hair and clothes. It's been a very long day and the effect of the milk is starting to wear off, but not enough for her to feel safe. Someone come rescue her?]
Re: A
St-stay away from me!
[Oh god it's one of the shambling things that she'd avoided whenever she'd tried to run for supplies, swollen flesh stretched too tightly over a gaunt frame, a faceless horror that made awful noises as it stared at her without eyes. The walls breathing around her and oozing blood now that her claws have dug into the fleshy mass at her back, hot and pulsing with a hidden heartbeat. It's so hot and humid she can barely breathe, her ears flat against her scalp and her irises little more than a hazel ring around the black void of her pupils.
Maybe if she doesn't move the thing won't see her.]
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He'll stay where he is, but speak gently.]
H-Hey, darlin', relax. I ain't gonna hurt ya. Take it easy.
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Maybe if she bristles up and snarls enough it'll go away?
Mika actually looks bigger when she's crouching, her hackles up as she growls, still tucked tightly against the wall as she keeps her right side pressed to it to protect it. She'll take a water stain ghost over one of the hellbeasts any day. At least the water stain ghosts will only try to strangle her.]
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He doesn't know what she's seeing, but she knows it's not him. He slowly backs up.]
A-Alright, I ain't comin' any closer. Relax.
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She's shaking again, her tail curled tight against her as she makes distressed sounds which are thankfully muffled by her knees.]