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entrancelogs2016-02-10 08:01 pm
morework) wrote in entrancelogs2016-02-10 08:01 pm
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Maker of the World, forgive them! [CLOSED]
Who: Cullen Rutherford (morework) & Anders (circlejerked)
Where: First floor, room 003
When: Wednesday, 02/10
Rating: PG-13 for mutual antagonising?
Summary: This floor is not big enough for two people with the same voice actor.
The Story:
Cullen steps into the plain room the way other men would step into a den of monstrous spiders. The first he found empty, but in truth he should not seek out any of them, at all. A thing which changes on a whim, and claims that it only follows their wishes? He should not be here. He should not be in here, but Maker, Maker, forgive him, he is bone tired.
Cullen steps forward, and watches his surroundings warily. He thinks he catches something like red lines by the mirror, but when he looks closely they are gone. Or perhaps never there, nothing but a reflection of his features, exhausted and ashen. Drained, but he tries not to think on it, that there is a sharp pain in his stomach where his strength ought to be. That his throat is dry, and that he wonders if meals are the only thing Wonderland gives freely.
Cullen sinks down on the bed. The room is plain and unchanged still. He would wonder how long it might stay that way, and what effort it would take to make it so. If such an effort would even be a victory at all, or merely a different desire which this place chooses to grant. He would wonder, but his eyes close before he can, and he drifts off to sleep.
morework) & Anders (circlejerked)Where: First floor, room 003
When: Wednesday, 02/10
Rating: PG-13 for mutual antagonising?
Summary: This floor is not big enough for two people with the same voice actor.
The Story:
Cullen steps into the plain room the way other men would step into a den of monstrous spiders. The first he found empty, but in truth he should not seek out any of them, at all. A thing which changes on a whim, and claims that it only follows their wishes? He should not be here. He should not be in here, but Maker, Maker, forgive him, he is bone tired.
Cullen steps forward, and watches his surroundings warily. He thinks he catches something like red lines by the mirror, but when he looks closely they are gone. Or perhaps never there, nothing but a reflection of his features, exhausted and ashen. Drained, but he tries not to think on it, that there is a sharp pain in his stomach where his strength ought to be. That his throat is dry, and that he wonders if meals are the only thing Wonderland gives freely.
Cullen sinks down on the bed. The room is plain and unchanged still. He would wonder how long it might stay that way, and what effort it would take to make it so. If such an effort would even be a victory at all, or merely a different desire which this place chooses to grant. He would wonder, but his eyes close before he can, and he drifts off to sleep.
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Shut.
"Wait!"
His eyes shoot open, and the second he feels his knee arch is the second he pushes himself up, frantically but finally moving, to the edge of the bed as fast as he can, sitting-- Sitting. He should not be sitting. Not be on a bed. His fingers dig into the sheets, and he glances around the room, fear slowly fading from his eyes. Cullen breathes out a sigh, half frustration, half relief.
It's only then that he realises he's not alone in his room.