Alone in the Dark
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Thread Topic: Alone in the Dark
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(Startiiiiiiing... NOW)
(* stands for when you should explain your re-action.*)
You're playing with a young boy, around the same age as you, in your parent's back yard. It's immaculate, clean-cut grass blades and perfectly shaped trees, and a beautifully painted picket fence. You remember this boy. He was your best friend since you were of your toddler years. Oh, playing with him was a blast, crying on his shoulder was a blast, watching the movies with him was a blast, the fact he's been a life-long best friend is simply astounding.
But some-thing's not right about the picture. The skies are darkening, and all the color is slowly draining. He seems to notice this too. The trees wither and it's stalks turn in-to an abyssal black and the grass withers to reveal a shadowy plain of black dirt, and slowly, spatters of black speck the house until it's as if no light surrounds it. When you look up, you could've swore it was early noon just a minute ago. But now the sun is no longer there.
The entire Universe is turning in-to a void, with no light or color. Eventually, every-thing around you has turned perfectly black, and you can't see any-thing other than your friend. You're actually surprised you can still see him. But slowly, you can see long, sharpened claws grip his shoulders, and suddenly, poof. He's gone. Now, nothing. Nothing at all... Not even you.
You're feeling so... * -
Distressed.
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(Tell me how you feel about this so far, after you read this post.)
Of course you would. You're not used to pitch-darkness. In honesty, you're still afraid of the dark. You try to struggle, using all you're muscle and strength, but nothing works. You can't even feel your-self. Are you even here? You know you're thinking here, you seeing here, but is your body here?
"HEY YOU GET THE F--- UP!" Wakes you up with a frank start, and you quickly knock your fore-head against the bottom of the bunk hovering above you. "Why the hell did you yell in my ear?!" You furiously reply. It's Blake, your best friend. You're pretty sure you remember seeing him in your dream, but just as you dreamt of it, you can't remember most of it.
Blake shakes his head slightly, and then looks at you with a seemingly disappointed look on his face. "We're like, 30 minutes late for school, dude! I shook you, and you shrugged, so I thought you were getting up. Guess not. Now, I'm stuck here yelling for you to get out of bed."
It's true. The clock aside your bed does say 6:40, which means the school van (Private school bus, essentially) left around 30 minutes ago.
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Laugh awkwardly and apologize.
(It's pretty cool so far.) -
(Sorry!)
(Oh, and ** means you can make a long, stretching post that covers several actions.)
"This is no laughing matter! We've got devastating matters to 'tend to!" Blake yaps, puffing up his chest and and tensing, obviously in a joking matter. "Any-ways, c'mon! I'm already ready, just waiting for yo." Blake walks away with a perky stride.
Well, you better get to school. Your mother and father check in every-day via phone, and they can cut off all electrics if they wished, also via phone. A form of punishment in case they realize you've been a rampant teen (You are 16 years old.).
Sure enough, you slide your feet off the bed and wipe your face off. Your cat has a tendency to make it his own personal pillow. The first thing you do is make sure to ** -
Wash my face and brush my teeth. Apply deodorant. I'll do nothing with my hair because I couldn't care less about how it looked. Then change into something school appropriate.
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A design T and jeans is all you need to satisfy your-self. Soon enough, you've fitted on your back-pack and leaving through the door. Usually you drive, but. "Hey, you're finally ready. 45 minutes late, now." Blake says, lively. "I have a question. Uhh..." Blake looks around, as if spying a helicopter. "Can I drive?"
You respond, * -
"Sure, go ahead."
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"Thanks!" Blake yipped up. He always loved when-ever he could drive, but got surprisingly anxious when he would, thus far more cautious. A quite swell driver, if a bit annoyingly slow at times. "Keys?" He asked while hand his hand out. Reach in-to your zipped pocket, you shuffled for the keys and laid them upon the palm of his hand. Locking his hand quickly, he thanked you once again.
Off to the car, it was time to leave, and now. You're supposed to be in class in exactly 10 minutes, 20 minutes due to cafeteria. Skipping break-fast, you trotted out the house, locking the door, and slid in-to the BMW.
"Can't wait to drive..." Blake perked up, his usual grim face contrasting his excited tone. In a half hour, he pulled on-to the grey parking stones where several other 'fancy' cars were parked. Luckily your parents had enough money, but you're intelligence is such where *
(Essentially, explain how easily or how horribly you'd pass/fail the initiation exam.) -
Most questions are simple, but the long, complex ones throw you off completely.
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(I'm sowwy I'm being a late-poster, this is a bit new to me. XD)
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(It's fine. I tend to take forever to respond most of the time, so I don't mind.
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(Mind if I make another one based off of one of the text adventures I have on my iPod? I'd be able to respond to that a bit quicker, essentially it'll be like a between-meal snack XD. Wanna restart the Heroes Rise one? I love it and now have the full trilogy.)
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(Sure.)
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