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towerofanimus2011-10-13 05:39 pm
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Entry tags:
Not all there
Characters: Cain Knightlord and anyone at all
Setting: Floor Three Library
Format: Prose, but will copy you
Summary: Cain is feeling the effects of being in Group C, clearly he should be bothered
Warnings: Sensory Hallucination
It had taken Cain and his partner in map-making more than just the one day to complete their task, scratching a map or notes on each floor carefully onto dinner plates. There were some floors Cain already knew he never wanted to return to, and at first he puts down the sensation of being watched to the unnerving sights of those floors.
Blood and screaming on one of them, endless night on another, what the hell was this place?!
He's taken the plates, twenty-one in total, to the library to sort them into a more organised fashion. Then he starts scratching them into one of the tables, copying the work into the wood for a safer and more sturdy map. But he keeps feeling something brush the back of his neck and shoulder, nothing there when he looks, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he works until...
"STOP IT!"
The shout is loud in the library as he spins, one of the plates crashing to the ground to break, as Cain stares at... well, nothing.
[ooc: Open, please bother him. I love all the CR ever!]
Setting: Floor Three Library
Format: Prose, but will copy you
Summary: Cain is feeling the effects of being in Group C, clearly he should be bothered
Warnings: Sensory Hallucination
It had taken Cain and his partner in map-making more than just the one day to complete their task, scratching a map or notes on each floor carefully onto dinner plates. There were some floors Cain already knew he never wanted to return to, and at first he puts down the sensation of being watched to the unnerving sights of those floors.
Blood and screaming on one of them, endless night on another, what the hell was this place?!
He's taken the plates, twenty-one in total, to the library to sort them into a more organised fashion. Then he starts scratching them into one of the tables, copying the work into the wood for a safer and more sturdy map. But he keeps feeling something brush the back of his neck and shoulder, nothing there when he looks, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he works until...
"STOP IT!"
The shout is loud in the library as he spins, one of the plates crashing to the ground to break, as Cain stares at... well, nothing.
[ooc: Open, please bother him. I love all the CR ever!]
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But his eyes close a second later, anyway... and after taking what his twin had to give, he shifted to lay down at his behest.
"...goodnight, Cain."
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The smile at his lips was soft and, for once (not that there would be a visible difference to his normal smiles), completely genuine.
Sleep now, little brother. Cain will always be here to watch over you.