<div align="center">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/Nightime_zpsab436433.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PROLOGUE </span></span></div><br/>How long had it been since she'd seen the sky?<br/>How long would it be still?<br/>It felt as if it were always night in this strange place. With it's impenetrable darkness and bitter cold that crept into her bones and turned them to ice against her will. The gusts of wind against her already freezing skin in windowless rooms were the worst; they didn't even have the decency to give her the false hope an open window would have provided. She knew, as she had the moment she'd entered this strange place, that there was no escape save death.<br/><br/>Logic and Time had no authority here. It was as if the world stood still around her, mocking her with shadows that could never be lit and terrifying whispers in lonely, vacant rooms.<br/>More than being stuck here, she hated the way the hallways seemed to twist and turn of their own will, chauffeuring her down some pre-determined path, allowing her no say in the matter. Even when she turned around, she somehow ended up farther away from the places she'd started at.<br/><br/>Now, shivering and exhausted, she crouched behind a worn, folding paper screen. Her back was pressed against an equally cold wall in a tiny room off the side of one of the many, countless corridors in this strange, confusing place. All she'd done the entire time she was here was find a quiet place to hide. Somewhere she could close her eyes and weep, alone, away from those... those<em>things</em>.<br/>This was all that stupid dairies fault! Sniffing, she retrieved the worn, blue diary from her bag, flipping it open to the inside cover page, looking at the words written in her own familiar handwriting. It was her name there in the corner, but she hadn't written it. And the pages inside the diary were also done in her handwriting, fragments of her life, old memories, all neatly placed in that book. Page after page, recounting fragments of her existence, in writing identical to her own.<br/>Only she hadn't written any of it.<br/>The diary continued to write itself, even after it had come into her possession.<br/>At first, she'd thought she was going mad. Maybe having blackouts and writing in the diary herself without remembering so. That all changed when she saw the writing scrawl across the page before her very eyes. The diary of her memories was writing itself.<br/><br/>If only she hadn't found that diary!<br/>If only she'd just left it alone...<br/>If only...<br/><br/>Her train of thought was interrupted by a sharp, soft sound that seemed far away at first but was slowly gaining in proximity, sounding closer and closer with every passing second. It took her a moment to realize what it was: laughter.<br/>A womans laugh, to be specific. Though it wasn't a happy sound. To be accurate, it was closer to the sound of an unstable womans laugh.  A maddening sound. She had heard that sound before.<br/><br/>"No. She's found me!" She whimpered, her words breathy and frightened. Scrambling to her feet, she began to run, knocking over the paper screen in her haste and half crawling-half sprinting down the hallway.<br/>Behind her, the laughter followed, a dark haired woman was on her tail, gliding towards the frightened girl faster than the her tripping feet could outrun.<br/>The girl stumbled, crawled towards a nearby door, her trembling fingers reaching for the knob, desperate to put some kind of solid distance between her and the horrifying figure, as hopeless as that might be. She grasped the knob and turned it sharply, only to find the door was locked and would not give, she was trapped and the woman was already upon her.<br/><br/>"I remember you..." The dark haired woman whispered as she closed in.<br/>"No! It's not me! I didn't write that diary! I don't know you!" The terrified girl pleaded as the ghost reached a hand out towards her.<br/>In an instant, it was over. It only took one touch, and then the light fled from her eyes.<br/><br/>Losing her grasp on the journal, it clattered to the floor, flipping open to the cover page as it did.<br/>Inside it, the name "Sarah Matthews" was slowly fading away, as were the words written on the pages inside the journal.<br/>Everything that had been in it, was gone.<br/>All of the words.<br/>All of the memories.<br/>All of Sarah.<br/><br/>Gone.<br/><br/><hr/>(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/32db983b-00e7-4ea1-8ea9-234abdb93919_zps58cebb3d.jpg) (http://s127.photobucket.com/user/Mab_faerie/media/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/32db983b-00e7-4ea1-8ea9-234abdb93919_zps58cebb3d.jpg.html)<br/>Current Player Locations<br/>Mab and Luna: Main Foyer<br/>Sephie, Kita and Ashena: 2nd floor stairway, leading down to first floor Foyer.<br/>Rosie and Cosmo: Eastern Hallway leading out into Foyer<br/>Lumasan: Unknown *not in manor atm*<br/>Karasu: Unknown *not in manor atm*