F.E.A.R. (IC)
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				Title: <strong>F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 23:04:45</strong>
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				(http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo68/027_027/wallpaper_alone_in_the_dark_04_1-1.jpg?t=1261988224)<br><br>A small bus stopped in front of a castle, it looked to be very old and huge taking up three shopping centers in size. The castle seemed to have more than ten floors and three towers, a very dark look came into the mansion, as a man waiting for them there approached the buss and the people getting off it, “Good day, I am Brian. I am here to explain to you the rules of this competition” he took out a paper and began to read<br><br><em>First rule: No sleeping, you will need to endure the entire day awake. Your bags will be checked for anything to help you sleep and will be taken out. <br><br>Second: We will not permit you to bring other clothes, this is a competition and you won’t&nbsp; have a need to bathe inside since there is no running water.<br><br>Third: No entertainment of any kind, that includes books, and music players . If you bring any of those stuff please leave them in your set on the buss. <br><br>Fourth: Once you enter you may not leave, the only way to leave is by pressing one in a cell phone we will give you. The cell phone does not have any features and the only call that can be done is to get out. Once you are out you will be eliminated from the competition. <br><br>Fifth; You are allowed to go anywhere in the castle, however we are not responsible if something happens to you because you went somewhere you did not had to go.<br><br>Sixth: We will provide you with a bag full of food, water and a first aid kit. <br><br>Seventh: If more than one people remains the reward money will be split, this is to make it more of a competition than a friendly adventure. <br><br>Eight: Camaras were placed all over the castle, you will be watched so be careful in what you do in there.</em><br><br>The man placed the paper away and a bag for each one were brought in front of them, each one had water, food and basic essentials. Each bag was inspected and the things that were not allowed taken out. Each person was removed of any phone or entertainments and give a small phone. The gate was opened after everything was checked and the door to the castle as well. The man spoke, “Now, I wish you the best. Each bag has a small note with the history of the castle for those curious, that can be the only reading material you can have. Now… LET THE GAME BEGIN”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 01:05:35</strong>
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				Bryce slowly woke up in his seat as he felt the bus finally stop. He stretched and yawned as he looked out the window to see the supposed haunted mansion that he and the rest of the contestants were supposed to stay in. “Not the most welcoming place it seems…” Bryce said as he picked up his bag from the floor, and walked down the aisle of the bus, making his way off of the bus.<br><br>As Bryce got off, he looked at the sky, noticing that it was unusually dark. “It looks like the sun hasn’t been out over this place in years. I guess that I won’t need these then.” His hand rose to his eyes where he was wearing a pair of sun glasses, took them off, and put them in his bag.<br><br>Bryce’s attention then came to the man that was there to greet them as they arrived. He listened to the list that Brian was reading, and after every time he read about stuff that they weren’t supposed to have, Bryce cursed in his head. {{Shit, I have that. Shit, I have that. Shit! I have that too!}} He screamed in his head. When the guys came around to search his bag, he just handed the entire thing over to them. “Just take it…” Bryce told him, a frown on his face.<br><br>The young man accepted the bag and paper that was given to him, and took this time to scout the competition. This entire time he hadn’t bothered to look at the others, even when they were riding together on the bus. Quickly, his eyes scanned each person. {{Guy, blonde, guy, blonde, brunette, guy, CURLY brunette… Oooo. This could be fun.}} Bryce thought with a smirk. It was obvious that he wasn’t really focused on the competition that was ahead of him. Still, he continued onward. As he heard the words of Brian fade in background, he made his way through the gates of the mansion, waiting for the rest to follow.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 02:37:14</strong>
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				Isis had been wide awake throughout her plane ride and the bus ride, she'd had trouble sleeping without the aid of sleeping pills ever since that fateful night a year ago...every time she closed her eyes, she felt the blood all over her and saw her mother standing over her with a knife. Needless to say, sleep was not easily attained. Her eyes widened as she saw the extremely creepy castle looming ahead of them, lots of places that she could potentially get herself locked into, great, what had she gotten herself into? She was determined to give it her best shot, needed the money tremendously and hoped she could keep her wits about her. She walked off the bus and stood by the guy who'd gotten off the bus before her.<br><br>The 18 year old listened to the 'welcoming committee' and pouted just a bit, she didn't have a music player, but she had her books and sleeping pills and some clothes packed. Isis handed her bag over to the man and sighed, "Just keep it, I guess, the only things in it are books and stuff we can't have."<br><br>Her eyes moved over the others, her competition, and she actively had to remind herself that she wasn't here to make friends...which would be hard because she was pretty good at that. The others would only serve as distractions, but she was a people person and wasn't too fond of being alone for long periods of time. Isis followed the guy through the gates and waited for the others.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 02:53:21</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle Louve de la Renardière</strong> had been reading books during the whole trip, memorising information about the region and its history. Reading was always building a kind of hermetic, soundproof bubble around her and she had barely noticed her companions and soon-to-be competitors. As the bus came to a stop, she closed her book with a loud sound. The time of action had come. She stretched her athletic limbs and lifted her curly black mane to bring fresh air to her nap. She put the book into her backpack, along with the others and a selection of tomb explorer gear: a length of climber's rope, a forehead flash-light with spare batteries, a Swiss-army knife, a commando knife, a ruler,&nbsp; drawing and writing gear, a short hammer-peak, an insecticide spray, a pair of thin but sturdy leather gloves, a pair of goggles, a detailed map of the area and several books.<br><br>She walked down the bus with a smile. It was good to exercise her muscles after the long trip. She was wearing a black T-shirt, a black-leather jacket with many pockets, a black jeans and black boots with a 2-inch flat heel. Her backpack too was black. As she stepped off the last step, she put on her head a black leather hat with a broad rim.<br><br>She looked at the huge building with a professional eye, noticing and classifying the various architectural elements and styles that had been mixed together. The atmosphere was very dark and creepy, but she had seen worst in some the catacombs she had studied.<br><br>"Nice building, isn't it? I'm eager to explore its guts..." she said to nobody in particular.<br><br>She listened intently to the rules, taking notes in her field notebook, only to realise that it, along with her books would not be allowed inside. Once her pack had been controlled, she threw it on her back with a decide look on her face.<br><br>"May I ask one question? Are we supposed to stay together or should we explore this place on our own?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:05:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4377588#msg4377588">Quote from: AurelieCatena on 16-03-2011, 02:53:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adèle had been reading books during the whole trip, memorising information about the region and its history. Reading was always building a kind of hermetic, soundproof bubble around her and she had barely noticed her companions and soon-to-be competitors. As the bus came to a stop, she closed her book with a loud sound. The time of action had come. She stretched her athletic limbs and lifted her curly black mane to bring fresh air to her nap. She put the book into her backpack, along with the others and a selection of tomb explorer gear: a length of climber's rope, a forehead flash-light with spare batteries, a Swiss-army knife, a commando knife, a ruler,&nbsp; drawing and writing gear, a short hammer-peak, an insecticide spray, a pair of thin but sturdy leather gloves, a pair of goggles, a detailed map of the area and several books.<br><br>She walked down the bus with a smile. It was good to exercise her muscles after the long trip. She was wearing a black T-shirt, a black-leather jacket with many pockets, a black jeans and black boots with a 2-inch flat heel. Her backpack too was black. As she stepped off the last step, she put on her head a black leather hat with a broad rim.<br><br>She looked at the huge building with a professional eye, noticing and classifying the various architectural elements and styles that had been mixed together. The atmosphere was very dark and creepy, but she had seen worst in some the catacombs she had studied.<br><br>"Nice building, isn't it? I'm eager to explore its guts..." she said to nobody in particular.<br><br>She listened intently to the rules, taking notes in her field notebook, only to realise that it, along with her books would not be allowed inside. Once her pack had been controlled, she threw it on her back with a decide look on her face.<br><br>"May I ask one question? Are we supposed to stay together or should we explore this place on our own?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The man looked at Adele and smiled, "Your only objective is to spend the night here, how you manage to do that is up to you. I will like to give a warning to all of you, this castle is so huge that there are spots were there is no cameras, in case you wonder into those areas know that you will be on your own, if something would happen to you it is not of our responsibilities you all agreed to that when you applied here. There is a risk of danger inside the castle, all of it is not safe. What I am trying to say is, if you want to go alone then fine, but be careful inside the mansion".
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:13:41</strong>
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				Bryce, beyond the gate, looked back to see who was going to be the first to join him, and raised an eyebrow when he saw that one of the blonde’s making her way past the gate. A smile appeared face, while a smirk was what he wore in his mind. It was a competition, so he felt the best thing was for him to get acquainted with his fellow competitors. {{Who knows…? Maybe they have interesting stories.}} He thought to himself.<br><br>Quickly, he ran his hands over his suit to make sure that everything was in place. The last thing he wanted to do was look like a mess in front of Blonde #2, especially so early in the competition. “Finally somebody else decided to come through the gate. I thought I was going to be the only one who was actually going to go inside for a minute.” Bryce started to say to the young girl with a chuckle, his smile still on his face. “Bryce Harper. And you are?” He extended his hand to her, waiting for his introduction to be accepted. Bryce hoped that she would. He didn’t want to spend the rest of the competition calling her Blonde #2.<br><br>Briefly, his eyes shifted over to Curly Brunette as she was conversing with Brian. He knew that soon he’d have to introduce himself to her too. Bryce heard the woman’s words, but what really got to him was Brian’s. Another mental smirk came as his heart was starting to pound just thinking about exploring the hidden parts of the mansion. The perfect way to feed his adrenaline addiction. He had been in one before, but this was way bigger than his, which meant more opportunities for unknown possibilities.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:26:41</strong>
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				Isis was in her own little world as her eyes were pretty much glued to the castle in front of her and she felt as if though her legs wouldn't work, but finally she walked through the gate. She was good at not letting fear be evident by the look on her face, she had grown up being scared of her mother most of the time, so she had a pretty good poker face.<br><br>She was pulled out of her mind by the voice of the man beside her and she shook his hand softly. "Nice to meet you, Bryce. Isis Brenner, God, that was a long trip. Where are you from?" Isis smiled at Bryce and could tell that he was just trying to size her up, even though he was smiling at her pleasantly. Truth be told, she was sizing him up in her mind.<br><br>She, also, heard what Brian was saying to the curly brunette and Isis made a mental note to try to locate all the cameras that she was able to. She had to be sure not to get herself into one of those areas, but she wasn't sure her slightly curious nature would let her stay in one place too long.
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:38:47</strong>
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				Adèle nodded and replied "Understood. Safety is in number. At least at the beginning..."<br><br>Then, she attached the flash-light around her hat without switching it on yet. Decidedly, she walked through the gate into the castle, grinning at her two mates.<br><br>"Bonjour. My name is Adèle," she said reaching out with her hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm looking forward to explore that lovely place at your sides. Charming, isn't it?"
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:46:46</strong>
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				Isis took the woman's hand to shake it softly, "It's nice to meet you, Adele. My name is Isis and yeah, it's lovely." <br><br>From what she'd seen of the others, it seemed that Isis was one of the youngest here, but she'd probably already been through worse than the rest of them had...she'd survived it...and that, at least she thought, would help her make it through this competition. Adele looked like she was pretty capable and Bryce looked like a pretty rich boy.
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:53:31</strong>
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				Bryce let go of Isis’ hand shortly after shaking it, and placed it in his pocket. “New York. Born and raised.” He responded to Isis’ question, keeping up his smile.<br><br>Briefly he remembered his home in New York. Not the Penthouse in the city that he was living in, but the mansion up-state that he grew up in. The times that he spent with his family and the servants, although more time was actually spent with his servants. He soon realized that he was starting to get lost in thought, and jumped back into the conversation.<br><br>“What about you, Isis?” The young man asked her. “Where are you from?” As he waited for her answer, he saw Curly Brunette making her way over in the corner of his eye. Her sudden introduction drew up a small laugh from him. “Oh, Italian… Bryce.” Harper replied, taking her hand and shaking it. He would have given his last name as well, but he hadn’t heard hers so he felt there was no need. “Oh yes, it’s very charming. I’m just waiting for the rest of them so we can finally head inside.” Bryce explained.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:54:22</strong>
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				Amber sat there on the bus watching everyone. She observed her other competitors in silence. She really didn't feel comfortable being in this competition, but she needed the money. She could do this, she had a plan and knew how she would last longer than the others. <br><br>As she got off the bus, she listened to Brian and handed over her IPod, and the other items he Sao she wouldn't need. She took her bag and looked at the castle and sighed, it was down right scary. She saw how people were pairing off, and she stayed silent, she never really interrupted people. She was never one to but in to peoples business and started in on her own.<br><br>Amber knew that even though there might have been strength in numbers, trouble also follows there as well. She walked to the castle, shaking ever so slightly as she neared the entrance. 
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:58:57</strong>
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				"Born and raised in Georgia." Isis smiled as she answered Bryce, she didn't miss the house she had grown up in at all. She had to keep herself from grinning as he was so wrong about what language Adele had said hello in. "Hate to correct you, but it's French...not Italian."<br><br>Isis saw the other girl walking past them and she looked as scared as Isis was, so she'd probably catch up with her after she was done here.
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:16:16</strong>
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				Bryce, blinked as Isis corrected his embarrassing mix up. His face briefly went red, and he moved his hand to his mouth, pretending to clear his throat. “Ahem… I guess it is. Well, it’s an honest mistake.” He said, trying not to dwell on it too much, and hoping that they would do the same.<br><br>In all honestly, he hated to be corrected, especially in front of others. He wasn’t going to go crazy about it though since there were more important things at hand. Still, Bryce did want something to change the subject though, and saw the perfect distraction walking by in Blonde #1. “Oh! Hey! You there! Aren’t you going to say hello to your fellow contestants?” He screamed over to the girl as she was trying to make her way into the other mansion already.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:20:27</strong>
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				Isis turned slightly and rolled her eyes as he screamed at the girl who'd just walked past them, she knew from the moment she'd seen him that she wouldn't like him too much...he was very attractive, but had looked very arrogant and she'd learned to stay away from those types. Bryce had probably scared the poor girl who was very hesitant about entering the mansion.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:28:00</strong>
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				Amber nearly jumped out of her skin as she was yelled to. She was already nervous enough without someone yelling at her. She turned back and walked to the little group. In the softest voice she smiled, "Sorry, hi, I'm Amber. I wasn't meaning to be rude, I just didn't want to interrupt your conversation."&nbsp; <br><br>She was so sweet but was still pretty scared, and already she wasn't comfortable with this guy who had barked at her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:33:32</strong>
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				Kathleen finally got out of the buss and walked down to where the rest was, wearing a short shirt and long jeans made the tattoo on her side clearly visible although most of it was covered. The gum on her mouth was the only thing keeping her sane, she knew smoking in the mansion was a bad idea so she just used the gum to try and quit smoking. Hearing the man talk about the rules made her shudder, giving her bag for inspection the man took out a Ipod and a book. Once she was ready to go she grabbed the bag given to her and started walking to the castle.<br><br>Unlike the others Kat did not seemed to be very perturbed by the castle creepy appearance, it was not her first time in a haunted mansion after all. Looking at the time she smirked saying nothing and walking past the group, she was not here to make friends she was here to win some money.<br><br>------<br><br>Brian looked at the time and nodded, "Well the rest will get here any minute, so lets get you people settled follow me". He walked inside the yard of the castle, it was huge and it took about five minutes to get to the main gate, opening the huge padlock he opened the door to the insides of the castle. Everything was in ruins, there was two huge stairs to a second floor, two doors on each side on the first floor and apparently two hallways upstairs. Once everybody was inside he began talking, "Well, this castle has a lot of history, it was owned by a serial killer back in the eighties, he kidnapped and tortured man and woman making them do awful things to pass the tests he placed. Imagine the movie Saw, this guy was the real life Jigsaw. A lot of people died here due to his traps, after nearly fifty years he died out of a heart attack. His body was found in this very same room as he tried to escape the pain. This is the last time for any questions, when I get out I will lock you inside and the contest will begin, any questions?"
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:44:27</strong>
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				Isis saw the other girl jump and felt bad for her. "It's okay, Amber." She said softly and introduced herself. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Isis." She stuck by the other blonde's side as they were led inside the castle.<br><br>She gulped slightly as Brian told them the history of the castle they'd spend some time in, Isis was now a little more terrified but she'd turn that into sheer determination. Her eyes moved around the front room and she sighed. 
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:53:36</strong>
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				{{Blonde #1 is Amber. Got it.}} Bryce thought, trying to make sure that he had the girl’s name down. “Don’t worry about it Amber. It wasn’t anything important anyway.” As he spoke, his eyes shifted over to Isis, hoping that she wouldn’t say anything to blow his spot.<br><br>He turned back to Amber. “My name is Bryce. This is Isis and Adele.” As he said the names of the girl, he pointed to each appropriate one theirs came up. Bryce noticed the brunette in the background, but his attention was drawn away when Brian had begun speaking once again. <br><br>Bryce followed the man to the entrance, and entered the castle with the rest of the group. He looked around the first room, and felt his adrenaline pumping. “This place is perfect…” Harper muttered to himself. The story, on the other hand, wasn’t as perfect. Bryce slightly wished that it had been an old lady who gave out cookies to all of the kids in town on Sundays, but that’d be too good to be true.<br><br>The rich boy was trying to think if he had any questions or not, but kept drawing blanks. “I know once you leave, I’ll have a question, but right now I don’t. Oh well, later Brian. These brief moments we spent together were the best times of my life.” Bryce grinned shortly after his corny joke, waiting for Brian to leave them.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 04:58:13</strong>
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				Amber smiled sweetly at Isis, "Hi, that is a beautiful name." Amber found a certain comfort in Isis as they walked to the castle. Amber kept her distance from Bryce, he was a little too much to handle for her. She nodded to the other girl, Adele and gave her a smile as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;She swallowed hard as Brian explained the history. Yes, she would stick to her plan now. There was no way anyone was going to make her stray from it. She already got bad feelings from this place and the fear of dying her was starting to take hold of her mind. She shook it off and tried to remain brave along side of her other competitors. 
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 05:28:07</strong>
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				He looked at the time and nodded, "Well, it's about time. The others will get here they will be rushed inside so don't be scared if you see the door open at least once more. If there is no questions then I will leave you to it, good luck". He bowed and exited the room, a couple of seconds later the sounds of the padlock and chains closing could be heard.<br><br>Kat sighed as she stood up from the stairs where she was sitting. Looking at each one of them she could not help but grin, this would be so easy to win. One one hand the girls were very scared to be here, nobody could fool the look on their faces, they looked scared. The guy was scared also but he was trying his best to hide it. Taking a deep breath she looked at them and sighed looking around and setting her watch for 24 hours. Once done she sat back down and sat on the side of the stairs.
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 05:50:42</strong>
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				Bryce stretched as he heard the chains clack against the other side of the door. The game had finally begun, and he needed to get ready for anything. He noticed the brunette as she sat by the stairs, and gave a sigh of his own. “Crap… I have a question now.” Bryce mumbled. It was too late though as Brian was long gone. Maybe he’d get a chance to ask it when he comes back with the rest of the guys. {{Gotta remember it.}} He thought to himself.<br><br>The attention of the rich boy was still on Brunette as she set her watch. He turned once to Isis, Amber, and Adele, realizing that they didn’t really need him around for the moment. Bryce looked back to the girl again. For some reason that he didn’t know why, his adrenaline was flowing as he looked at her. It was probably because he saw the way she was trying to distance herself as a challenge. That was the main reason that he talked to new people in the first place. It gave him small shots of adrenaline, having to worry if the new person would talk to them or not. This was one more time that he’d be able to get his satisfaction.<br><br>Harper walked over to the girl, and gave a small wave as he approached. “Hello… uh… Miss. Why are you sitting over here all by yourself? Wouldn’t you rather be with the rest of us?” Bryce asked, his curiosity peaking at the moment.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:04:50</strong>
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				Kat stood up as she saw the man approaching her, "Look bud, I ain't here to make friends, I am here to win the money". She stood up matching his height and looked at him directly in his eyes showing that she was indeed not scared of him at all. To her he was just another man acting big but when push comes to shove he would back down and cry just like all the rest of the people she had seen in haunted houses. She studied the rest of the people, the other girls looked to be more scared than anything. The man were weird, she could not put her finger on them, this would prove to be a very interesting competition.<br><br>She knew for a fact that some woman act like they are scared until faced with a situation that they have to be brave, if that happens those girls would be fierce competitors that she needed to watch out for. On the other hand males that proved to be all big and strong often were the ones to fall first. Kat had a aura of confidence around her, everybody could sense that and she just smirked at the man offering her hand, "I am Kathleen". If he shook her hand she would respond with a strong shake, "Now because I told you my name don't think we are friends".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:05:15</strong>
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				Kevin rubbed his blurry eyes, finally realizing where he actually was. He cleared the phlegm from his throat, making his presence known.&nbsp; Girls.... oooh girls.&nbsp; And some guys in there too.&nbsp; Whatever, he didn't care.&nbsp; Just more people that he would have to spend this stupid night with.&nbsp; Why did he agree to this again?&nbsp; Oh yeah, that's right, he was broke.&nbsp; He took a good long look around the room, taking in all it's "Poe-ish" glory.&nbsp; Truly horrifying for people who were afraid of "ghosts" and the like.&nbsp; He kept to himself for the most part, more afraid of actually liking the people than the people themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>There were some cute girls in here today.&nbsp; Erm... Tonight?&nbsp; What time was it?&nbsp; He coughs, shaking some of the thoughts out of his head.&nbsp; "Ahem... Hack!"&nbsp; He holds up a finger to show he's fixing to talk.&nbsp; "I'm Kevin."&nbsp; He said in a simple, short, and almost harsh manner.&nbsp; <em>There, they know my name.</em> he thought as he looked around the faces.&nbsp; <em>Oh dear lord don't make them talk to me or decide to be my best F****** friend.</em>&nbsp; He hated people who did that.&nbsp; The offer to wander alone seemed like an idea.&nbsp; He's a Marine, what could possibly go wrong?<br><br>He took a look at Amber, skiddish little thing.&nbsp; He then realized today was not the day to wear his "F you" shirt in public.&nbsp; He blushed and worked his way a little farther from the group.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:36:44</strong>
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				Bryce heard the response from Kathleen, and his pleasant smile turned into a full grin. “Finally! Someone who’s not afraid to show their true self around here.” He said with a chuckle. “All of these other contestants are trying to hide their desires, but you get straight to the point. Gotta admire that.” Bryce took her hand in his, giving her a firm, strong handshake right off of the bat. “Bryce, and no, I don’t have intentions of being friends either…” As he spoke, he let go of her hand, and placed his back in his pocket. “… Unless you want to be.” Bryce finished, giving her a wink. He knew that women hated that, but like he said, he wasn’t trying to make her his friend.<br><br>Suddenly his attention diverted to the man over in the corner as he said his name. He didn’t understand why he raised his hand, seeing as how they were in a haunted mansion, not an AA meeting. “Hey Kevin.” Bryce said nonchalantly, before bringing his gaze back to the girl that was in front of him. “May the best man win, Kathleen.” He told her before walking over back to the other girls.<br><br>Just then, Bryce stopped as he heard some faint cries in the distance. “Anyone else hear that, or am I already going crazy in this hellhole?” He asked aloud so that the whole room could hear.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:40:12</strong>
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				(here we go)<br><em><br>As you all begin talking whoever sees behind the stairs can see a shadow of a woman. The woman has her eyes taken away from her and she is bleeding from her eyes, ears and mouth. After a couple of seconds the woman seem to disappear into thing air.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:49:31</strong>
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				<em>Huh, yelling...</em> Kevin thought in the back of his mind.&nbsp; Bryce had brought it up, meaning it wasn't just him.&nbsp; "Yes, yelling."&nbsp; He pointed vaguely in the direction he could best describe the swearing as coming from.&nbsp; He didn't want to get involved.&nbsp; People panicking at this point in the game should be left to the dogs... at least, that was his thought.&nbsp; He turned toward the stairs again and in less time than most people had to think he was crouched down, staring at the woman's figure.&nbsp; Just as fast as he saw her, she disappeared.&nbsp; "Hmm..."&nbsp; he managed to eek out of his lunges.&nbsp; He pulled himself together.&nbsp; <em>Yeah...&nbsp; This is a fucking joke... but maybe I could use that to my advantage...</em>&nbsp; He brushed it off as a hologram or something, a prop for the camera's amusement.&nbsp; "Did anyone else see that?"&nbsp; He asked, pointing his hand toward under the stairs.<br><br>Being dramatic wasn't his strong point now... Just existing and surviving worked.&nbsp; And beer, although they wouldn't allow him to keep it here.&nbsp; He peered around, hoping everyone else was now freaking out about the hologram.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:52:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isis was just about to turn and introduce herself to Kevin when she stopped in her tracks, there was something behind the stairs...a shadow. A woman with no eyes and bleeding from every facial orifice, holy shit maybe this place really was haunted, was what she thought to herself...maybe she was just seeing things though. The girl closed her eyes and opened them a few seconds later, the shadow was gone.<br><br>She hoped to hell that Amber hadn't seen that because the girl was so scared and that would've probably affected her rather badly. Isis stayed calm and collected, though, if nobody else had seen it she didn't want to let on and have them think she was already cracking up. Isis knew that Kevin had seen something, but she sure as hell wasn't going to react to what he'd just asked or done. Make him think he was the only one, that was her strategy...at least for now.<br><br>The young girl may have looked fragile and weak, but she wasn't...just a little damaged and she had a pretty strong backbone, she'd had to have one of those with her mother.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:01:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce stopped walking to the girls, and looked over his shoulder, back to the stairs. It was the same scene as before. A mad Kathleen looking down at him. “It’s an angry woman… Seen enough of that already.” He replied, not being able to help his eyes as they ran over Kathleen rather quickly. Despite her nature, there was something desirable of her. If he couldn't win the contest, Bryce would at least try to conquer the impenitrable fortress that is Kathleen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:05:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathleen sighed as she looked around the bag given. There was a paper inside, after reading it she smirked. "People, read the notes inside your bags". She did not wanted to tell them, however it would make it all more interesting if what the note said was true. Standing up she began to read out loud, "Participants, we at the show did a little something extra. Some stuff are hidden all around the castle, it can be anything from more money to a chance to recover something from your bags and use it to pass the time. If you choose to leave and already acquired some of this stuff you can keep it with you. This is just some extra presents from us wishing you good luck". With a smirk she grab the bag and hoisted it over her shoulder, "I am going to explore, bye". She said as she left through the door to the left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:12:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isis was already digging around in the bag she'd been given and pulled out the note to read what it said. She finished reading and placed it back into the bag, the girl ventured just a bit farther. She didn't know if she was quite ready to stray too far from the group right now, she shook her head and thought to herself, stop being so damn scared and get on with it...you have to leave these people sometime. Still, it would be nice if she had someone to go with her.<br><br>She took a deep breath and smiled, to cover the fear she was feeling. "Okay, I'm gonna go look around y'all." She disappeared through the door to the right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:14:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin quickly forgets about the "ghost" and goes to follow Kathleen.&nbsp; "Hey, you shouldn't go al-" he stopped abruptly.&nbsp; What was he saying.&nbsp; He sure as shit didn't want to go with her, and she wanted to be by herself, just like he did.&nbsp; He reasoned out his dislike of people just long enough to say, "We should take at least one person with us.&nbsp; That way, if something happens to them, we can get them out safely."&nbsp; He didn't like the people, but that didn't mean he wanted them to die.&nbsp; He'd be just fine by himself.&nbsp; To him, he was a Marine, and therefore worth at least five of them.&nbsp; He stood there, not really wanting to go anywhere.&nbsp; This room was nice and big, and he liked that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:16:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4378980#msg4378980">Quote from: GaGa88 on 16-03-2011, 07:12:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Isis was already digging around in the bag she'd been given and pulled out the note to read what it said. She finished reading and placed it back into the bag, the girl ventured just a bit farther. She didn't know if she was quite ready to stray too far from the group right now, she shook her head and thought to herself, stop being so damn scared and get on with it...you have to leave these people sometime. Still, it would be nice if she had someone to go with her.<br><br>She took a deep breath and smiled, to cover the fear she was feeling. "Okay, I'm gonna go look around y'all." She disappeared through the door to the right.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dlkAw43cLC0/Scykon7ofKI/AAAAAAAAEFo/YdV6ytw9_Rk/Chernobyl-Today-A-Creepy-Story-told-in-Pictures-school5.jpg)<br><br><em>As you enter you see a huge room, a picture of a man at the wall in the end of the room. Because is still daytime you can see the camera mounted at the wall of the room.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce listened to what was heard on the paper, not really caring much for the material things. He was in there to get his adrenaline rushes, nothing else. If he found anything at all, they would just be considered bonuses. However, exploring the dark depths of the supposed haunted mansion would definitely get him his fill of rushes. Maybe the best thing for him to do would be to explore a bit.<br><br>Although, he could easily go off on his own, there was a bigger matter at hand... Kathleen. Bryce hated it when a girl refused him, so with Kathleen leaving the group was like him admitting defeat. He couldn't let things end like that. "You're exactly right Kevin... Kathleen, hold up! I'll go with you." Bryce shouted, grabbing his bag as quickly as he could before he chased down Kathleen as she went through the door. "Man, you don't waste to time, do you."&nbsp; He said as he began to follow her like a dog.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:24:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Isis walked into another huge room and her eyes almost automatically drift to the picture on a wall. Must be the serial killer guy, she thinks to herself and explores the room a little bit, thanking the Lord that it's a huge room. No reason to get scared, yet, plus it was still daylight so she was okay. Spotting the camera, Isis smiled and decided to let her inquisitive nature roam free in this room, she looked around to her heart's content and combed over every inch of the room she could manage while she looked for some of the things mentioned in the note.<br><br>Maybe she was waiting for someone to follow her into the room so she wouldn't have to be alone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:29:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://www.jamesandana.com/photos/images/April_08/images/alex_pics/IMG_1935.jpg)<br><br>Kathleen turns around as she is going up the stairs, "If we find something I am keeping it, otherwise leave me alone". She sighed as she looked at him and then at the hallway thinking it was better to explore the first floor first. Walking back downstairs she went through the hall and looked around the walls and barred windows. Taking a deep sigh she continued to walk not really caring if he followed or not
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:35:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin sat, wondering how boring it was going to be sitting alone... for twenty four straight hours.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I should join someone...</em> He thought to himself, not out of fear for life, but fear of boredom.&nbsp; <em>Nah, I'll just head up these stairs...</em>&nbsp; He preferred to be the dare devil.&nbsp; That's when Isis changed direction and started heading up the stairs...&nbsp; <em>Sheesh... Really?</em>&nbsp; He looked perturbed at the rich sack of shit and his keeper as they went up the stairs, taking his original local for him.&nbsp; With no real qualms with walking alone, he went off the way that she originally wanted to go.&nbsp; The door to the left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:39:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“That’s fine with me. I’m not here for material things anyway.” Bryce replied, not really wanting a confrontation with her quite yet. He had only just begun to follow her. There would be plenty of time over the next 20-some-odd hours to get to her. “They’re really making sure that we can’t get out of here.” Bryce said to her, commenting on the bars over the windows.<br><br>His head then swiveled around, trying to see if there was a camera in the hallway, but he couldn’t find one. (Not sure if you meant it that way, or just forgot.) {{This must be one of those areas Brian was talking about…}} Bryce thought. He caught up to Kathleen, but didn’t want to point that out to her. If he guessed right, she already knew, and did it on purpose.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 14:37:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed like everyone forgot about Amber and went off in their own directions. She hadn't seen the this or whatever it was and that was fine with her. The less she saw, the longer she could last in this place. Amber pulled the note out and shrugged, she could care less about her things now. She had a plan and was sticking to it. <br><br>Since they had all gone off, Amber knew no one would bug her now. She slid her back down one of the walls and sat. Right there, not moving, right near the door. She didn't have to do anything bu last the day, and she would plant herself right there and not move until the competition was over. They could all search and look, Amber just wanted the money to pay her bills and get a better life.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 20:12:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4379103#msg4379103">Quote from: Grunt777 on 16-03-2011, 07:35:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kevin sat, wondering how boring it was going to be sitting alone... for twenty four straight hours.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I should join someone...</em> He thought to himself, not out of fear for life, but fear of boredom.&nbsp; <em>Nah, I'll just head up these stairs...</em>&nbsp; He preferred to be the dare devil.&nbsp; That's when Isis changed direction and started heading up the stairs...&nbsp; <em>Sheesh... Really?</em>&nbsp; He looked perturbed at the rich sack of shit and his keeper as they went up the stairs, taking his original local for him.&nbsp; With no real qualms with walking alone, he went off the way that she originally wanted to go.&nbsp; The door to the left.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(http://fireinferno.googlecode.com/files/creepy_hallway2.jpg)<br><br><em>This is the hallway you go into, there are three doors as you can see. Camera to the end of the hall on the wall to the left covering all hallway.</em><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4379131#msg4379131">Quote from: TheRomanticPerv on 16-03-2011, 07:39:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“That’s fine with me. I’m not here for material things anyway.” Bryce replied, not really wanting a confrontation with her quite yet. He had only just begun to follow her. There would be plenty of time over the next 20-some-odd hours to get to her. “They’re really making sure that we can’t get out of here.” Bryce said to her, commenting on the bars over the windows.<br><br>His head then swiveled around, trying to see if there was a camera in the hallway, but he couldn’t find one. (Not sure if you meant it that way, or just forgot.) {{This must be one of those areas Brian was talking about…}} Bryce thought. He caught up to Kathleen, but didn’t want to point that out to her. If he guessed right, she already knew, and did it on purpose.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She sighed and nodded walking along the hallway, no cameras was the first thing she noticed. Taking a deep breath she walk along the hallway until she ended up in a door, opening the door she was surprised to see a child's room. A beat up baby bed in a corner on the floor, some baby belongings that seemed to be very old. Kat walked around and knelt down taking a picture off the rubble, it seemed to be a picture of a man with a baby on his arms, the man looked to be smiling and very happy. Kat nodded to herself as she looked back at the man, "Let's search here for a bit". She began to search on the floor and around the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 22:30:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce followed Kathleen into the nursery room that they had found. It was definitely the last thing that he ever thought he’d see in a place like that. {{Still no cameras to be found.}} He made his way over to the child’s toys, although very dusty, they were still the least dingy things in the room. “A cabbage patch kid doll… This was definitely back in the 80’s” Bryce commented.<br><br>The rich boy then turned around to see what his companion was up to, and raised an eyebrow when he saw her pick up a picture from the rubble. He couldn’t make out what it was a picture of due to the distance that he was standing at, so he figured that he’d look at it after her.<br><br>“Sure.” Bryce replied to her request. Even if had said no, Kathleen still would have stayed. The funny thing was, though, he actually wanted to search the room. Something about the fact that there was a nursery was oddly peculiar, and the only way they’d no why would be if they looked around.<br><br>Then he noticed that Kathleen was done with the picture, and figured this was his opportunity to look at it. He wasn’t expecting to see anything crazy, but what he did see was still odd. “He looks surprisingly normal for a homicidal maniac, doesn’t he?” Bryce asked Kathleen, continuing on whether she answered him or not. “You’d never guess that somebody who looks so happy, can have a darkness inside of him like that... Reminds me of myself a bit.” As he finished speaking, he placed down the picture, and walked over to the baby’s bed. “… Or a baby…” Bryce commented as he lifted the mattress to see if there was anything under it. “I wonder what the wife of the guy was like. I think it’d be ironic if she was completely normal.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 22:34:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4381822#msg4381822">Quote from: TheRomanticPerv on 16-03-2011, 22:30:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bryce followed Kathleen into the nursery room that they had found. It was definitely the last thing that he ever thought he’d see in a place like that. {{Still no cameras to be found.}} He made his way over to the child’s toys, although very dusty, they were still the least dingy things in the room. “A cabbage patch kid doll… This was definitely back in the 80’s” Bryce commented.<br><br>The rich boy then turned around to see what his companion was up to, and raised an eyebrow when he saw her pick up a picture from the rubble. He couldn’t make out what it was a picture of due to the distance that he was standing at, so he figured that he’d look at it after her.<br><br>“Sure.” Bryce replied to her request. Even if had said no, Kathleen still would have stayed. The funny thing was, though, he actually wanted to search the room. Something about the fact that there was a nursery was oddly peculiar, and the only way they’d no why would be if they looked around.<br><br>Then he noticed that Kathleen was done with the picture, and figured this was his opportunity to look at it. He wasn’t expecting to see anything crazy, but what he did see was still odd. “He looks surprisingly normal for a homicidal maniac, doesn’t he?” Bryce asked Kathleen, continuing on whether she answered him or not. “You’d never guess that somebody who looks so happy, can have a darkness inside of him like that... Reminds me of myself a bit.” As he finished speaking, he placed down the picture, and walked over to the baby’s bed. “… Or a baby…” Bryce commented as he lifted the mattress to see if there was anything under it. “I wonder what the wife of the guy was like. I think it’d be ironic if she was completely normal.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She shook her head, "Or even if she was alive at all, no woman in the picture that is supposed to be a family picture right? where is the mother?". She sighed and continued walking until she stepped into a loose part of the floor, "What the?". She removed he rubble and looked around, "there is a hatch in here, weird". She tried to open the hatch but it was too heavy for her, "help me out here". She looked at him as her muscles flexed as she tried to lift the hatch once again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 22:44:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle</strong> had felt her hair stand up on her nap at the sight of the ghostly woman. But quickly her rational mind had taken control of her emotion and she tried to detect proofs of manipulation, trickery. However, the ghost disappeared before she could see any.<br><br>She was more concerned when everybody seemed to go his way.<br><br>"Wait!" she called in a firm voice. "I don't think it is a good idea to disperse ourselves. We should keep together and help each other. There is something I want that you all know. I am not here for the money! I am here for the challenge. I want to explore this place. I swear that if I remain alone with any of you, I'll bail out of this as soon as he or she asks me to. Help me and I'll help you. That goes for every body." She was speaking in a loud voice, which was echoing through the vast halls.<br><br>"Now, I believe we should all come together and follow that ghost. She seems to want to show us something..."<br><br>With that, she headed in the direction the ghost had disappeared, walking slowly to allow everybody to rally. She felt adrenaline rushing in her veins and she loved the feeling. This was scary. The type of scariness she was relishing and looking for.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 22:48:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4381866#msg4381866">Quote from: AurelieCatena on 16-03-2011, 22:44:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Adèle</strong> had felt her hair stand up on her nap at the sight of the ghostly woman. But quickly her rational mind had taken control of her emotion and she tried to detect proofs of manipulation, trickery. However, the ghost disappeared before she could see any.<br><br>She was more concerned when everybody seemed to go his way.<br><br>"Wait!" she called in a firm voice. "I don't think it is a good idea to disperse ourselves. We should keep together and help each other. There is something I want that you all know. I am not here for the money! I am here for the challenge. I want to explore this place. I swear that if I remain alone with any of you, I'll bail out of this as soon as he or she asks me to. Help me and I'll help you. That goes for every body." She was speaking in a loud voice, which was echoing through the vast halls.<br><br>"Now, I believe we should all come together and follow that ghost. She seems to want to show us something..."<br><br>With that, she headed in the direction the ghost had disappeared, walking slowly to allow everybody to rally. She felt adrenaline rushing in her veins and she loved the feeling. This was scary. The type of scariness she was relishing and looking for.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>When you reach the area where the ghost was you feel a chill down your spine. On the floor there is a huge book opened with a lot of names. If looked closely you could see that all the people had a date, then one week later it said RIP with the date as well. There is over five hundred names on the book.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:04:44</strong>
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				For some reason, Isis thought that maybe she should go back out to the first room and check if Amber was still there or not. It went against her better judgment, but if she was still in there then she was all alone and Isis knew that she wouldn't want to be all alone in a place like this. The 18 year old turned around and slowly made her way back into the other room, sure enough there was the other blonde sitting against one of the walls.<br><br>"Hey, you okay?" She smiled at Amber and knelt down in front of her to wait for an answer, maybe she saw a bit of herself in Amber or something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:08:39</strong>
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				<em>He is in the room </em> Amber turned around quickly as she heard the voice near her. "Hello? Who was that? Ok guys not funny if that was one of you." She had no ides where the voice came from or if it was even real. Yes trick of the mind, she was hearing things, it must have been just the wind she heard. Amber began humming to herself to try to get over her shaking. None of this was real, probably something the station had set up to scare them. Her but stayed planted, no way was she moving from that spot. Yes had to be the station playing tricks on them. <br><br>Then Isis appeared, "Yeah, did you hear that voice a minute ago? I would have sworn I heard something."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:15:00</strong>
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				Isis had heard the same thing right before she'd started talking and she just kind of stopped in her tracks, it had to be something that was set up, maybe a motion detector that was hooked up to something, she tried to shake it off. There was no such thing as ghosts...right? <br><br>"Um yeah, I heard something too. I just figured if you were still in here then you were by yourself and I know I'd hate to be all alone in some place like this. Wanna stick together?" Isis asked softly, as if she spoke any louder that it would attract something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:18:53</strong>
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				“That’s a good point. Also there’s the possibility he could’ve adopted the child.” Bryce added. Then he heard her request for help. He hesitated a bit before answering, just watching as she tried to lift the hatch. Once felt that he had checked her out enough, he realized that it had been a while since he had bothered her, and figured that he’d tease her a bit. “Oh! What happened to your ‘I don’t need anybody else’ attitude?” The rich boy asked her, referring back to the conversation they had at the stairs.<br><br>Bryce chuckled a bit, but then brought his attention to the hatch. “Yeah, I’ll help you out…. But only because I’m curious why it’s there too.” He added, not wanting to let her know that he liked being nice to her. If he did, he’d never hear the end of it.<br><br>Harper approached her by the hatch, and observed it briefly. “Move over a bit.” He told her as he leaned over, and gripped the handle of the hatch. Bryce tugged and tugged several times before he was finally able to open it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:51:23</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in the front room, with Isis and Amber - Reading the <em>Book of the Victims</em></strong><br><br>Adèle's eyes glistened at the sight of the book. She took hastily and began to turn the pages, scanning randomly, looking for any kind of pattern or trend. <em>This is probably the list of his victims!</em>, she thought. She focused her attention on the first and last pages of the book, trying to understand why and how this affair had started and finished.<br><br>She could hear the voices of Isis and Amber not far behind her, but she was too concentrated to look away from the book. She contented herself by calling them, "Isis, Amber! Look at that! The list of his victims!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 00:53:45</strong>
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				<strong>Isis, in the front room, with Amber and Adele</strong><br><br>Isis heard Adele's voice and the woman seemed excited about something. When she heard what it was, she thought, *holy crap, the story is true*, but told herself that it was something the station did to make them believe the story they were told about the castle. She wasn't going to leave Amber's side, though, so she wasn't moving right now unless Amber made a move. Having a book full of names of people that had been killed here was not something she was looking forward to and she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what could have really happened here. <br><br>Isis closed her eyes, for just a second, and had a flashback of waking up in bed with her crazed mother looking down at her. The girl had to bite down on her lip hard so she wouldn't scream and her eyes flew open again. No, she was not very interested in seeing this book right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 01:26:19</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with Isis and Adele</strong><br><br>It looked like she was making a friend with Isis. "Ok maybe the station is just trying to scare us, make us think that there is more to this than there is."<br><br>Then Amber heard Adele call about a book of victims. Amber got up and stood her ground calling back to Adele. "Probabaly a prop that they put here. Imagine how much time they had to set it up. They have things hidden through the house. None of this is real, it's all a hoax to get us to quit." Amber convinced herself this was all a set up. She had to, otherwise Amber would snap and run freaking from the building.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:11:23</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in the front room with Isis and Amber</strong><br><br>Adèle closed the book and it let out a puff of dust and put it into her back-pack. Turning back to her two companions, she said, "Too bad, I could not find any useful information from it. But yes, of course this is a fake, but I must say it is damned well done. You know what? I find all this very exciting. It looks so true! But I feel that if we play along, if we follow the tracks they provide us, we can go a long way into that game."<br><br>Then she noticed Amber's pale face.<br><br>"Is everything alright? You don't believe in ghosts, I trust?". She squatted by Amber and wrapped an arm around her shoulder before continuing, "Believe me, I have visited more tombs and catacombs than most peoples. This is my job. If ghosts were real, I would have met one already."<br><br>She stood back up and, looking in direction of the nursery, she added, "There seems to be some fuss over there. Shall we go check what's happening?"<br><br>She made a few steps in that direction, the heels of her boots echoing through the hall, and looked over her shoulder to see if Isis and Amber were following her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:42:10</strong>
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				Kevin heard the yelling about the ghost...&nbsp; "That bitch..." he mumbled under his breath.&nbsp; How foolish did she think everyone would be.&nbsp; Victims?&nbsp; All bullshit.&nbsp; He looked around the hallway.&nbsp; He was alone now so he just decided it's time to cut the pretenses and talk aloud.&nbsp; "Okay... best ways to search the rooms... Right side, left side, then right up the center again."&nbsp; He secured his bag more tightly, just in case someone decided that they would go nutters and he would have to run for it.&nbsp; He began to prioritize this like it were a game.<br><br>One: Find weapon.&nbsp; This could be a stick or a knife, or hell, even a sharpened stick, but he'd rather just find a blunt one.&nbsp; His fists still counted tho.<br>Two: Start looking for other useful items.&nbsp; Like a pen for writing.&nbsp; <br>Three: Take notes and draw a map.&nbsp; He had a perfectly good piece of paper to work with, and having a map would put him at the advantage for navigating this hell hole.&nbsp; He checked his pack again for a pen, just in case he brought a pen with him or something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:47:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4382905#msg4382905">Quote from: Grunt777 on 17-03-2011, 02:42:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kevin heard the yelling about the ghost...&nbsp; "That bitch..." he mumbled under his breath.&nbsp; How foolish did she think everyone would be.&nbsp; Victims?&nbsp; All bullshit.&nbsp; He looked around the hallway.&nbsp; He was alone now so he just decided it's time to cut the pretenses and talk aloud.&nbsp; "Okay... best ways to search the rooms... Right side, left side, then right up the center again."&nbsp; He secured his bag more tightly, just in case someone decided that they would go nutters and he would have to run for it.&nbsp; He began to prioritize this like it were a game.<br><br>One: Find weapon.&nbsp; This could be a stick or a knife, or hell, even a sharpened stick, but he'd rather just find a blunt one.&nbsp; His fists still counted tho.<br>Two: Start looking for other useful items.&nbsp; Like a pen for writing.&nbsp; <br>Three: Take notes and draw a map.&nbsp; He had a perfectly good piece of paper to work with, and having a map would put him at the advantage for navigating this hell hole.&nbsp; He checked his pack again for a pen, just in case he brought a pen with him or something.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>There is wood all around the place, no pen or pencil because they can be use for entertainment (writing) and they did not wanted that. <em> YOU ALL HEAR A LOUD GROAR THAT ACTUALLY SHOOK THE HOUSE A BIT. A COUPLE OF SECONDS LATER A YELL COULD BE HEARD FROM NO PARTICULAR PLACE, EACH ONE OF YOU HEARD THAT ALL AROUND YOU.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:49:55</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, running out of the front room into the hallway leading to the nursery</strong><br><br>Adèle turned her head forward again, peering into the hallway leading to the nursery. At this moment she seemed to freeze for one second. And then her right hand pointed forward and she cried, in an excited, maybe slightly trembling voice, "There, a man! Hey, you, over there!... Don't run away, we don't want you any harm! Damned fool!"<br><br>And on this last curse, she rushed down the hallway in hot pursuit. "Isis, Amber, follow me! We must catch him!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:51:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4382939#msg4382939">Quote from: AurelieCatena on 17-03-2011, 02:49:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Adèle, running out of the front room into the hallway leading to the nursery</strong><br><br>Adèle turned her head forward again, peering into the hallway leading to the nursery. At this moment she seemed to freeze for one second. And then her right hand pointed forward and she cried, in an excited, maybe slightly trembling voice, "There, a man! Hey, you, over there!... Don't run away, we don't want you any harm! Damned fool!"<br><br>And on this last curse, she rushed down the hallway in hot pursuit. "Isis, Amber, follow me! We must catch him!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>As you leash out on your own the door closed and locked behind you. The man is nowhere to be found</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:54:35</strong>
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				<strong>Isis, still in the front room with Amber, at the very edge of the hallway</strong><br><br>Isis very slowly moved towards the hallway and then stopped in her tracks when the door slammed and she could hear it lock. No fucking way was she going to get locked into any room, she couldn't handle that, so she stayed right where she was and wondered if Amber was ever going to move from the spot she was at.<br><br>"I know you probably don't want to, but maybe we should look around or something. At least we won't be alone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:03:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What the fuck!?"&nbsp; Something just move the house?&nbsp; Yelling?&nbsp; "Oh fuck... the others."&nbsp; He spots an arm length piece of wood, perfect for him save the fact that the grip was too thick... he could fix that later.&nbsp; He tears off the left sleeve of his shirt, wrapping it around the "handle" end of the plank.&nbsp; He quickly yet carefully tries to go through the door.&nbsp; He looks around and calls out, "Is anyone hurt?"&nbsp; He almost hoped someone passed out so there would be less competition, but he'd rather have living losers than dead ones.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:11:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, alone in the hallway by the nursery</strong><br><br>Adèle stopped dead in her tracks. The man was nowhere to be seen and there had been this door locking itself behind her. Just at this moment, she heard the loud roar and then the yell. She felt goosebumps forming all over her body while her heart missed a beat. She was looking all around her, trying to make sense of what she had just seen and heard.<br><br><em>Where did that man go? He can't have just disappeared! Or it is just another of those holograms...</em> she told to herself, trying to rationalise.<br><br>She went back to the door that had just slammed behind her and tried to open it. It was locked.<br><br>"Isis? Amber? Are you OK?" she said through the door.<br><br><em>I'd better be ready for anything now</em>, she thought. She opened her back-pack and pulled out her commando knife, which she strapped to her belt. Then, she pulled her Swiss army knife from her pack and tried to pick the lock of the door.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:29:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>amber with Isis, Adele running </strong><br><br><em>This is all fake, this is all fake</em> Amber kelt thinking to herself. This was all put on to scare the hell out of them. "Adele, I don't think you should-", before she could stop Adele from running off, the girl took off like a bolt and the door slammed shut and locked. "Oh god, she's trapped, what are these guys doing to us?" She looked to Isis and shuddered. "Look my plan all along was to sit here by the front door and last the day. They never said we had to wander, just be in here." <br><br>Then she heard Adele call to them and Amber moved to the door. "We're ok, are you?" She tried the door and it was locked. "Listen Isis, I'm not afraid of ghosts but these guys are pulling some serious psychological shit. Now I may be the quiet one, but I'm no fool. If we leave here and go exploring, they might lock us in some room as well. They have cameras in the building for a reason, to monitor us and then scare the daylights out of us."&nbsp; Amber let out a long sigh. She didn't want to move from her plan, but Adele was alone, and Amber always helped people in need. <br><br>"Ok Isis, against my better judgement, we'll go, but we hold hands the entire time and DO NOT allow ourselves to get separated. Agreed?" Amber couldn't believe she was straying from her plan, but it was all to find Adele and make sure she was safe. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:35:29</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, next to the nursery, trying to lock-pick the door</strong><br><br>Adèle was rummaging with her Swiss knife into the key-hole trying to open it. She felt relieved when she heard Amber's voice coming from the other side.<br><br>"Yes, I am OK! I believe they just trying to scare us. Wait a minute, I'm trying to pick this lock. If that does not work, I'll try to break it. There is no key on your side, I suppose?" she called through the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:41:06</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with Amber, with Adele locked in the next room</strong><br><br>"Yeah, I don't even know why I signed up for this, I've had enough psychological bullshit in my life." Isis said softly. "Okay, we don't separate and we both last the day...we'll split the money, does that sound okay to you?" <br><br>She heard Adele yelling from the other side and she yelled back. "No, there's no key on this side." She grabbed Amber's hand and they slowly made their way down the hall to the door. "Okay, we're right on the other side of the door and we're here for you, so if you are gonna try to break it down..let us know, Adele. We're gonna look for something to help you, too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:41:35</strong>
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				Kevin sighed, partially relieved that no one was injured, partially peeved that no one was going home.&nbsp; "Okay, guess you're not dying..." He said feebly as he turned around.&nbsp; He returned to the hall, inspecting the door on the right very carefully before trying to enter.&nbsp; He looked at the door frame, and instead took some time to rub away the rough edges on his make shift weapon.&nbsp; What seems like five minutes later and half a door frame, he was done, looking at the pile of splinters on the ground, but also looking at an easily grabable hilt for his weapon.&nbsp; It was a little warm from the friction, but still easy to hold.&nbsp; He smiled at his handy work, testing a couple swings in the hallway.&nbsp; He moved to the door on the right once more, picking up a plank from the floor with his free hand, hanging his weapon out of his back pack.&nbsp; He goes to open the door, ready to prop it open with the spare plank.&nbsp; <br><br>He musters his courage, and flings the door open, dropping the plank on the ground to stop the door.&nbsp; He looked inside, examining the room carefully.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:52:25</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with Isis </strong><br><br>"Agreed we split the money, no argument there." She walked with Isis to the door, "We share it with her too if we make it through this." Now it was more of a challenge to get through of this and not so much about the money. <br><br>"Adele, no key, they would have removed all of them before we got here. May have removed pins also not allowing you to pick the lock. Best bet would be a good strong kick." Amber pulled Isis back and away from the door. "Christ I hope she gets out of there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 04:30:04</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with Amber</strong><br><br>"Okay, deal." Isis smiled slightly as her hand was not going to leave Amber's, it wasn't just about trying to win money anymore..if that's all it was to her now, she'd have felt horrible. It was about helping each other get through this.<br><br>She felt Amber pull her away from the door and hoped Adele could get out, she shivered as she knew how terrified she would be if locked in a room by herself. Isis would try to make conversation to try to take their minds off of it. "So, where are you from Amber?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 04:52:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber and Isis- small talk</strong><br><br>"Oh me, just a little town in New York, not that big. What about you?" it actually felt odd to be making small talk with Isis as they were essentially trapped in this house. Amber looked around and shuddered, boy they had made this place creepy. She turned back to the door, "Adele, any luck?" The sooner the trio was together, the better. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 04:53:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>A loud bump could be heard on the other side of the door then silence.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:19:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis and Amber</strong>.<br>"Oh, just some tiny ass town in Georgia, how old are you?" Isis didn't mean to sound rude, but she was curious because the girl didn't look much older than she was. <br><br>Just then, they heard a loud bump from the other side of the door and then nothing. "Adele, what's going on? Are you okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:24:33</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with Isis</strong><br><br>She was about to answer her question when she heard the bump as well. "Adele? ADELE! Jesus answer us. What the hell happened?" Amber pulled Isis to the door and started to pull on it. "Adele, answer us!" The door wasn't moving and the look of terror came across Ambers face. "Shit what the fuck are they doing to us? This isn't funny!" Amber yelled into the air hoping whoever was on the other end of the camera heard her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:26:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>If you notice into the camera, the red light is not on. The camera seem to not be recording anything at the moment. The camera looked more damaged than functioning.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:34:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber, freaking out a little</strong><br><br>Isis just stood there, trying to move, but it was harder than Amber made it look right now. It was easier when Amber pulled her to the door and she helped try to pull it open. She watched as Amber yelled this into the air and she looked harder at the camera. "Shit fire dammit fuck, what the hell? The red light isn't even on, that camera doesn't even look like it's been used for a while."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:37:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4383268#msg4383268">Quote from: Grunt777 on 17-03-2011, 03:41:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kevin sighed, partially relieved that no one was injured, partially peeved that no one was going home.&nbsp; "Okay, guess you're not dying..." He said feebly as he turned around.&nbsp; He returned to the hall, inspecting the door on the right very carefully before trying to enter.&nbsp; He looked at the door frame, and instead took some time to rub away the rough edges on his make shift weapon.&nbsp; What seems like five minutes later and half a door frame, he was done, looking at the pile of splinters on the ground, but also looking at an easily grabable hilt for his weapon.&nbsp; It was a little warm from the friction, but still easy to hold.&nbsp; He smiled at his handy work, testing a couple swings in the hallway.&nbsp; He moved to the door on the right once more, picking up a plank from the floor with his free hand, hanging his weapon out of his back pack.&nbsp; He goes to open the door, ready to prop it open with the spare plank.&nbsp; <br><br>He musters his courage, and flings the door open, dropping the plank on the ground to stop the door.&nbsp; He looked inside, examining the room carefully.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(http://www.puffle.co.uk/galleries/a100/derelict-2.jpg)<br><br><em>The windows are barred, camera on the room but not working. A bookshelf on a corner with very old books. Something covered in the corner of the room by a very old blanket.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:38:30</strong>
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				<strong>Amber looking up</strong><br><br>She looked to the camera and Isis was right. "Fuck they tricked us! Liars! They are fucking with us big time. Ok Isis, we have to find out if she's ok. On the count of three we both kick, got it? One... Two.... Three!" <br><br>Amber kicked as hard as she could hoping to shatter the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:43:10</strong>
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				Leaving his spare plank in the room, Kevin walks into the room, taking a deep breath.&nbsp; "Thank god for the window..." he said out loud.&nbsp; He took another deep breath, keeping his air intake smooth.&nbsp; He used to be paid to clear rooms, but that was a long time ago, and now it was a stressful thing.&nbsp; "Huh... something in the corner."&nbsp; He hoped it was something to pass the time, or money.&nbsp; If it was enough to peak his fancy, he might even consider quitting then.&nbsp; No need to ruin these people's fun right?&nbsp; He lightly prodded the blanket, making sure there wasn't something living inside of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:45:14</strong>
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				<em>Whatever it's inside it's not alive. However you do smell a foul odor coming from the blanket.</em><br><br>Kathleen sighed as she saw the guy move the plank from the floor. Looking inside it appeared to be a staircase leading down, "I will go first, you go second". She nodded and started to go down the stairs but as soon she began to get low the plank closed hard and Kat's scream was heard then everything went quiet. Kat landed a couple of floors down into what appeared to be a basement as she dropped unconscious. Her body was dragged into another room so when he would pry open the hatch she would not be down there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:50:45</strong>
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				"Whoa!&nbsp; Damn that stinks...&nbsp; Wonder what crawled in here and died... Probably the fucking producers of this show.&nbsp; They probably left some food in here improperly sealed."&nbsp; He grumbled about the show and how everyone was stupid, looking back at the door to make sure the plank was still blocking it.&nbsp; He peered over the book shelf, seeing if there were any recognizable titles.&nbsp; He grabs a random book and shoves it into his pack, just in case he needed it later.&nbsp; He looked back at the blanket, a little worried.&nbsp; He'd need to check to be sure...&nbsp; He pulled back the blanket, moving slowly up and off the object, holding his breath, one hand holding his new best friend.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:54:34</strong>
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				<em>Inside the blanket is the body of the man who welcomed you to the castle. He is wearing the same clothes he wore and even have the same shoes. However his body seemed to be there for quite awhile as maggots and insects fed on the flesh. Only a bit of it left so the body could be recognized. A wound on his chest indicating that was the cause of death.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:02:52</strong>
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				As soon as Kevin uncovered the face he was puking.&nbsp; He hobbled over, puking off to the side of the poor caretaker.&nbsp; "FUCK!"&nbsp; He screamed as loud as he could through the vomit, flinging it everywhere.&nbsp; He began wiping the excess from his mouth, drinking a little of his water to chase it.&nbsp; This wasn't his first encounter with death, but this was unexpected.&nbsp; "FUUUUUCK!" He screamed again, even louder.&nbsp; Tears rolled out of his eyes.&nbsp; This was too shocking, and too real.&nbsp; What else was real then?&nbsp; He needed to get everyone, and get the fuck out.&nbsp; How would they trust him?&nbsp; He'll be the one dragging the body of the caretaker down the hall.&nbsp; He took a look at the caretakers wound, trying to figure out what may have caused it, again checking the door to make sure it didn't close.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:05:14</strong>
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				<em>The room suddenly changed back a couple of weeks, you see him standing up looking around and sizing things up. A woman appears in the room and drives a log right through his chest. When the man falls you see everything going back to normal. You sense a presence behind you, "H...Help us...."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:14:40</strong>
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				Stared at the spectacle, jaw dragging the floor.&nbsp; The voice sounded behind him, and he spun around, club raised high screaming with a barbaric yawp.&nbsp; Tears were welling in his eyes still, not just from sadness, but from raw fear.&nbsp; "Who's there!?" He screeched, Jumping toward the book case. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:17:10</strong>
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				<em>In front of you there is a woman, a image that appears to have no solid mass. She looks at you and raise her hand pointing at the bookcase, "Help us... please... he is here.... he knows....". She looked behind as if scared and disappears into the air. You did not felt fear coming from this person, on the contrary it was a very peaceful and calm existence.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:25:00</strong>
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				Stood staring into nothing while the room faded back to reality.&nbsp; After a few seconds, he collapses against the book shelf, heart pounding and him gasping.&nbsp; So much had just happened.&nbsp; Did the others know their life was in mortal danger?&nbsp; He wiped the tears from his eyes, and glanced back to the dead caretaker.&nbsp; "You sorry bastard... WHY'D you go and die?"&nbsp; He REALLY needed a smoke.&nbsp; Maybe this man had one?&nbsp; Kevin checked the pockets, praying not to trigger anymore phenomena, and for something to help the situation... pen... smoke... Cross... Anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:27:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>You find a pack of cigarettes with only three left and a lighter. The room went back from being cold to normal temperature and nothing changed aside from the body being on the floor.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:37:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin put the cigarettes and lighter in his pocket, somberly thinking about the man.&nbsp; He didn't know the man, and actually hated people in general, but he still didn't like watching innocents die.&nbsp; He straightened up, pulling the cover back over the man, tying the corners together so not too many maggots fell all over the place.&nbsp; This night just turned from a contest to a rescue mission.&nbsp; He had a sinking suspicion that the phone wouldn't work either, but he was going to get as many people gathered together to see the body as he could find, and then call for help to make sure.&nbsp; He hefted the man over his shoulders, carrying him back out to the hall.&nbsp; After he leaves the room, he kicks the plank out of the door into the room.&nbsp; "Fuck..." He would go to leave the hallway and head back toward the stairwell, praying for nothing to attack him while that vulnerable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:38:47</strong>
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				(lets wait for a bit)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 08:28:33</strong>
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				“I wonder what’s down there.” Bryce said as he put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath after he lifted the plank. The words of Kathleen registered in his mind, and he didn’t object to it, letting his body recover from the strenuous activity he just performed. He saw her start to head down the stairs and got himself ready to head down as well, but was stopped by the sudden closing of the hatch.<br><br>“Shit!” Bryce said, falling back. Any closer and his leg probably would have been caught inside the hatch. He sat there taking everything in for only a few seconds, but it seemed like an entire minute. Finally, it hit him. He rushed over to the hatch and pulled it open once more. It was a lot easier this time since there was a sudden rush of adrenaline.<br><br>There was nothing but darkness as Kathleen had somehow disappeared from the staircase. He was wondering what could have happened to her. “Kathleen!” He shouted down. The only thing that responded was the echo of his voice. “Even if she fell, she should still be at the bottom of the stairs... Looks like I’m going to have to get her.” Bryce sighed as he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a lighter. He never really used it much. Only when a woman asked him for a light, despite the fact that he didn’t smoke himself.<br><br>Bryce grabbed his bag and the girl’s bag (if she left it), about to head down, when he heard the sound of talking outside the door of the nursery. For a moment, he thought about checking it out, but knew that he’d be wasting time if Kathleen was really in trouble. “Fuck…” Bryce mumbled as he flicked the lighter on before walking down the stairs. It was a bit odd, but he was somewhat enjoying the anticipation of the experience.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 15:59:37</strong>
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				<strong>Isis and Amber trying to somehow get the door open</strong><br><br>Isis was mad now, mad that she'd been tricked and mad that she'd allowed herself to be tricked. She was scared and mad, the adrenaline rushing through her veins would help keep her from freaking out too much.<br><br>She nodded as Amber told her that they were about to kick the door and she counted with her. "One...two...three." Isis kicked the door as hard as she could, she didn't think they'd have much luck, but she still would give it her all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 20:16:32</strong>
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				<em>Isis and Amber tried to kick the door and it opened up like it was nothing, all the resistance of the door was gone. Nobody was on the other side besides the bag belonging to the girl, there was a staircase leading up and two doors past the stairs, one to the nursery and one to another room.<br><br>Bryce got down and the hatched closed hard once again once he was down. In the ground was the bag belonging to Kat with her stuff all around the place. There was a skeleton near a gate in the back, the gate looked to be leading to yet another room.<br><br>Kevin finally got out of the hallway, there was nobody in there and apparently at the first floor you saw the girls just kicking the door open.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 20:54:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber</strong><br><br>The door kicked open easily, as if it had never been locked, there was no resistance at all and as it flung open, Isis stumbled as she tripped over Adele's bag and took Amber with her. She caught them before they fell and let out a shaky breath. "Where's Adele? She wouldn't have left her bag here, what if this stuff is real? I bet these damn cell phones don't even work..." She trailed off before she just stopped talking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 21:23:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber with Isis</strong><br><br>Amber fell over Isis as the door flew open. The bag laid there on the ground, and Amber looked to Isis, "Shit, this is not good, let's take the bag anyway, god knows where she went. Ok so let's try up the stairs, but we stick together." Amber grabbed Isis' hand and slowly began to climb the shaky stairs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 21:28:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Up the stairs there is nothing, just a empty room. A few metal tables all around the place and on the floors. A foul stentch of a death rodent or something dead could be smelled from a corner where a table is leaning a wall</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 21:31:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber</strong><br><br>Isis nodded and leaned down to pick up the bag. She was led up the stairs by Amber and she looked at the two doors. "Um, which door you wanna go with?" Her legs felt like rubber, but luckily they weren't shaking, she just hoped that she didn't have another flashback...Isis didn't really feel like explaining what the hell was going on with her if that happened.<br><br>"Holy hell, what is that smell? Ugh, something's dead somewhere over there." She pointed to a corner of the room and gripped Amber's hand a bit as they made their way over to see what it was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 01:09:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin followed Isis and Amber... This dead bastard was getting heavy!&nbsp; "Ladies!&nbsp; LADIES!&nbsp; Hold up!"&nbsp; He panted carrying the dead weight.&nbsp; The guy was limp as a fleshy rag doll, having been dead long enough for rigor mortis to finally leave his body.&nbsp; "This is an emergency!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:09:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber with Isis, approached by Kevin</strong><br><br>Amber looked at the doors. "Ok I always go with left, but that's just me." She took a pause and then smelled it too. "Damn, what the-" she then saw one of the male competitors dragging something. The smell got stronger as he approached. "What's the emergency, and what the hell do you have, that smells horrible!" Amber took a step back and held onto Isis' hand making sure not to split from the girl. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:18:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://lh6.ggpht.com/_VGBuLx9riBs/SisJ-sJMf4I/AAAAAAAAFmg/8dcWZNc3Ojc/P1000057.JPG)</div><strong>Adèle, imprisoned, somewhere in the castle</strong><br>Adèle's eyes blinked several times as she woke up. She was in a dark room, she was lying on her back. The light was dim. She was stark naked.<br><br>She tried to move, but her wrists were tied behind her back, and her ankles were bound together as well. She wanted to sit up but her head knocked against something. As the cobwebs rapidly cleared off her mind, she realised she was lying inside a glass coffin. The transparent bottom was cold against her back.<br><br>Suddenly she heard a strange noise coming from above her head. She contorted her head and torso in the cramped space and saw that there was hole in the small wall just above her head, with a tube connected to it. The sound was coming from it, and it was growing louder. Seconds later she saw what the sound was coming from: a rat! A rat was scrambling fast along the tube. And it was followed by more rats. And snakes as well.<br><br>Adèle, felt her blood coagulating in her veins and a piercing screech escaped her mouth. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets, her face turned into a mask of inhuman terror. Again she tried to sit up but this time she banged her head harder against the wall ceiling, making her see a flurry of shooting stars. Rolling on her left side, she curled herself as far as she could at the opposite end of the coffin, packing her trembling flesh into the two thirds of the coffin that were farthest from the hole. Her heart was beating at an incredible speed and she was screaming to the top of her lungs almost continuously.<br><br>She had always been scared by the rats and other creepy creatures. They had populated her worst nightmares since childhood. There was rationality in that fear. It was a sheer, animal, instinctive phobia. It was paralysing all her thinking abilities, reducing her to a scared, trembling, frantic piece of flesh.<br><br>And there she was, locked in that narrow box with millions of those nasty creatures. She was wedging herself against the far end of the coffin, pressing her flesh and limbs against the walls, which were rapidly getting opaque under the effect of her rapid breathing and abundant sweating. She was desperately yanking at her restraints, ignoring how it made them dig into her skin.<br><br>Those rats were huge, their eyes were glowing in the dim light, they teeth seemed sharper and longer than in normal rats. And the snakes too were of the most venomous species. They leaped into the cage and swarmed towards her trembling, miserable body. The rats were curious, prudent after their initial rush. They were looking at her with their tiny, vicious eyes. Their long, whisker-bristling noses were sniffing at her.<br><br>The young Archaeologist was paralysed with terror. When a rat moved closer, she could not resist any longer and suddenly her bladder emptied itself, filling the cage with the acrid taste of urine.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:23:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The rats and snakes slowly began to make their way to the cage. The snake coiled in a small ball looking at the woman. As she peed in the glass box the rats started to smell the urine and try to track it to it's source.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:24:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber, Kevin walking up</strong><br><br>"Left works with me, Amber." Isis smiled and turned around at the sound of Kevin's voice. "Oh my goodness, what the hell are you carrying?" She looked at the shape of the blanket and she had to keep herself from getting sick. "Oh God, that's not what I think it is, is it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:36:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, bound inside a glass coffin</strong><br><br><br>Adèle was trapped. She could not go any further. She could not shrink into any tighter ball. And the rats, encouraged by her immobility, were getting closer, sniffing at the warm yellow liquid that was pooling on the bottom of the cage. Adèle kept screaming to the top of her lungs, although her throat was beginning to be coarse.<br><br><br>Her hands were clenched into white balls of bone and muscles. Her arms were knotted with bulged of muscles as she pulled on her wrist rope with desperate energy. Suddenly she felt something creaking. The panic had given her trained muscles an uncommon strength and the rope was actually breaking! She yanked harder, twisting her arms behind herself, totally ignoring the pain that the hemp was causing as it sawed into her skin.<br><br><br>The nasty, stinking rodents were now touching her body with their wet noses and whiskers. One of them was standing on its rear legs and was trying to climb on her knees, which were folded against her torso as she was packed tightly at the end of the box.<br><br><br>At last the rope broke and Adèle's hand thrust forward. In a wide swipe, she tried to lash the rats away from herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:40:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>All of you hear a scream, then another. The sound is very familiar to you, it's of the woman who dissapeared. The screams made it look like she was terrified of something. <br><br>The rats continued to make their way down the tube, two snakes more entered the cage and crawled to the corners of the cage. The rats started to move closer and closer to her body. She could swat them but that only provoked the snakes to get closer.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:52:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, locked inside a glass coffin</strong><br><br>With more and more rats getting into the cage, Adèle's panic was skyrocketting. There were more snakes as well, fixing her with they deadly eyes, darting their forked tongue in her direction. Now that they were more numerous, the rats were forced to come closer to the black-haired girl, in spite of her furious, panicked moves with her arms. One of them leaped and landed on her folded legs. Adèle tried to kick it away but she could not move her legs. As she moved to attack it with her hand, the intelligent creature leaped down in the space between her butt and her heels.<br><br><br>The contact of its claws, of its fur rendered the naked girl even madder. She bounced inside her prison, trying to lift her body high enough to reach the rat with her left hand. But there was not enough room and her bucking managed to do was to make the legs of the coffin to clang on the floor.<br><br><br>Adèle's face was hardly recognizable. It was deformed by sheer terror and disgust, her eyes bulging madly, glistening with sweat and the black curls of her mane sticking to it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 02:56:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber and Kevin</strong><br><br>"Did y'all hear that? Someone's screaming...it's Adele, we have to find her." Isis looked around to try to gauge where the screaming was coming from, she thought she knew where it was coming from. "She sounds terrified, we have to find her like now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:00:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Something hit the cage hard and it cracked up, the pieces of glass went all over the place as the body of Adelle dropped to the ground. Besides her was Kathleen, her body was badly burned and she was naked as well. Falling on her knees she then dropped to the ground as her breathing was becoming more and more agitated and the burns were clearly severe enough to kill her. The fell unconscious as the rats started to approach her body. She looked at the woman and then closed her eyes, her life slipping away from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:12:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, somewhere underground</strong><br><br>Adèle fell hard on the floor and for a split second she was taken aback, but her conservation instinct and her panic took over immediately. She did not even notice Kathleen. Shaking the glass debris from her body, she crawled away in a random direction as fast as her bound legs allowed.<br><br><br>It's only when she was stopped by a wall that she calmed down enough to turn around and look behind. The rats were surrounding the unmoving body of a burnt naked girl. They had not followed her and this reassured her a little more. She sat down against the wall, curling her legs against her torso and looked around, searching for a possible exit to this room. Then her trembling fingers began to untie her ankles.<br><br><br>She contemplated with horror the red circles the ropes had imprinted around her wrists during her frantic struggles. Once her ankles were free, she stood up, rubbing her wrists, trying to think what to do next.<br><br><br>She was in a miserable situation. She was lost, she was stark naked. She had lost her back-pack and she&nbsp; was stinking with her own urine. It was a great luck that she had not turned mad in that infernal coffin. Finally, she decided to try and call for help.<br><br><br>"HELP!!! THIS IS ADELE!!! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:15:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The rats start to go near Kathleen's body, sniffing around the dead corpse they start to chew on the flesh of the woman. <br><br>Perv: You hear a very loud scream behind the gate. It seemed to be Adelle screaming her heart out.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"FUCKING HELL!"&nbsp; He dropped the body at force, pointing and screaming at it.&nbsp; "That's the fucking caretaker!&nbsp; The guy who let us in!"&nbsp; He moved closer to the other two.&nbsp; "Okay, we have to stick together, no matter what, okay?"&nbsp; Kevin was panicked.&nbsp; Of course he could hear the screaming.&nbsp; But if he just freaked out, he would never be able to hear her.&nbsp; "Okay... Everyone breath, and listen..."&nbsp; It was coming from... Down?&nbsp; "It's underneath us."&nbsp; He exhaled sharply, then took another jagged breath.&nbsp; "We have to get to her, but if we run, we could get split up.&nbsp; Just move briskly, and someone try to find a way."&nbsp; He had no clue as for how to get under ground. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:33:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, leaving the glass coffin room</strong><br><br>Walking along the walls so as to remain as far from the rats and snakes as possible, Adèle headed for the gate and tried to open it. Once again she screamed, "HELP!!!! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:21:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber with Isis and Kevin</strong><br><br>He eyes widened in shock when he explained who was in the blanket. "What? How the hell? If he- then who?" Suddenly Amber knew this was no longer a game and that they were in serious trouble. The scream startled her. "That's Adele! Oh god where us she? We were trying to find her." Amber held Isis' hand tight, then turned to Kevin. "Do not get too far ahead of us, you do, you're on your own." <br><br>Amber stayed close to Isis, the trio moving to the sounds of the screaming. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:31:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber and Kevin</strong><br><br>She heard who was in the blanket and was suddenly hit with the realization that this was an honest to God real situation and not some made up fake ghost story. Isis hurried along with Amber and Kevin as they followed the sounds of Adele's screaming, she sounded absolutely horrified and Isis knew they needed to find her fast and try to keep each other as safe as they could in this fucking castle.<br><br>They moved closer to where the woman's screams were coming from and approached where they thought it was, it was underground and she could feel one of her fears creeping into her mind. She could not handle being locked in a room, even if she had others with her, but she desperately wanted to help Adele.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:45:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Kevin, with Amber and Isis.</strong><br><br>Kevin crept along with the other two.&nbsp; He decided that if there was any hope left, it would be in the phone.&nbsp; He pulled it out, clutching it tight.&nbsp; He used it as fast as his fingers would let him, calling the "get me out" number.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:50:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The phone does not even turn on. It looks more and more like a toy phone now that you look at it. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:05:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin's eyes widen in fear looking at the phone.&nbsp; He tries taking the phone apart, to see what all it may have inside of it.&nbsp; He didn't say out loud that the phone was a fucking fake, he just kept up with them, inspecting it further.&nbsp; "This is fucking nuts..." he muttered under his breath, fiddling with the edges on it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:21:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber spying Kevin</strong><br><br>As they walked, she looked and saw Kevin trying to dial the phone with no luck. She stopped and began thinking, processing what was going on. <br><br>"Wait, wait. Ok so the guy that took our stuff was already dead. Plus he passed us off the bags. So then a ghost greeted us and led us in here. That could mean our things could actually be laying on the ground out there. The cameras don't work, but they are still in the building, so then there is a control room somewhere in the building. Ok. We find Adele and if we can all agree, we look for that control room? It's a crazy idea, but what if we could find power and get the cameras on line, and scan the mansion to find the others?" Amber's mind was working overtime trying to figure some way out. <br><br>"Then if our things are out there, someone has to have family that knows we came here. Those items could be useful to someone knowing where we are. Or if we find Adele, we back track and try to go out and get our things. It's obvious there is no prize money and no incentive to stay here now. Am I over thinking? What do you guys think?" She just hoped Kevin and Isis didn't think she had flipped her lid. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:28:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin cocked an eyebrow, thinking, <em>Damn, took you long enough.</em>&nbsp; "I can't argue with you.&nbsp; First we find them.&nbsp; Then we get back to the main room to catch our breath.&nbsp; We have to find out about each other, given the chance.... Maybe we can figure out what links us, and why we were brought here."&nbsp; He hurried along to make sure they all stayed together, him taking up the rear with his stick in hand.&nbsp; He was gonna smoke after this, just you wait.&nbsp; He tried to encourage the girl after that brief thought played out. "No, you aren't over thinking.&nbsp; I just tried to quit and nothing happened."&nbsp; He thought hard walking with them.&nbsp; He struggled to remember everyone's name.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis listening to Amber</strong><br><br>She stood there and listened to Amber as she talked, what she was saying made a lot of sense and Isis nodded. Her hand hadn't left Amber's yet and she had no plans to get separated from each other or Kevin and Adele, if and when they found her. <br><br>"Oh, you're not over thinking, Amber. I think that's the best idea I've ever heard." Isis answered before turning to look at Kevin. "You're right, we should work on trying to figure out if there's anything that links us...victimology and whatnot. Who wants to go first? I will if you want me to."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:29:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber with Isis and Kevin</strong><br><br>He was on to something, they had to be connected but in what way? "Ok let's walk and figure it out why they or what brought us here. Amber saw Kevin shift behind them and she reached back and grabbed his hand as well, pulling him next to her. "Oh no you don't, next we know you're gone and Isis and I are alone again." Amber made sure he stayed close and next to her as they followed where the screams came from.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:33:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>As you go downstairs you hear the screams right underneath you under the floor. However you don't see any stairs leading down in the hallway. You do smell burnt flesh somewhere in the house, the smell is faint but you pick it up</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:43:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber and Kevin</strong><br><br>Isis walked along with Amber, and Kevin when Amber grabbed his hand, as well. "Hm, let me think. My life was pretty uneventful until my schizophrenic mother killed my dad and poured his blood all over me while I was sleeping about six months ago. Now, she's in a mental institution for,probably, the rest of her life, he's gone and I'm all alone." It was always hard to say that aloud and she felt the tears welling up in her eyes, she sniffled, tried to shake them away and then reached up with her free hand to wipe the ones that had fallen from her eyes. <br><br>"Who wants to go next?" Isis could smell the faint odor of burnt flesh and she wrinkled her nose at it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 07:03:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Bryce, underground.</strong><br><br>Bryce finally reached the bottom of the stairs, having felt that it took severely long despite the fact that he had been running down it. It was a lot easier to see now due to the light resonating from another room beyond a gate. Right away he noticed Kathleen’s bag on the floor, her supplies scattered across the room. {{Where is she?}} He asked himself, knowing that she wouldn’t just up and leave her bag for no reason. “I hope she’s okay.” Bryce said, hoping that he hadn’t jinxed anything.<br><br>His attention then went to the Skeleton at the end of the room. “Damn… What happened to you?” He chuckled, knowing full-well that he wasn’t going to be getting an answer. The thing was, Bryce needed moments of humor like that to get him by.<br><br>Then, all of his attention was focused on a scream that came from beyond the gate. It wasn’t Kathleen’s, though. It was Adele’s. None-the-less, he was still eager to help a female in distress. His heart was beating like crazy as he ran toward the gate and closer to Adele’s screams, wondering what it could have been that made her scream like that.<br><br>The rich boy was about to open the gate, when he saw Adele, naked, on the other side of it. He was about to comment on it, when he noticed the scratch and rope marks on her body, he knew this wasn’t the time for it. “Adele! What the hell happened to you?!” Bryce asked, swinging the gate open and moving towards her.<br><br>He wasn’t sure quite how to react to seeing her in a situation like this so he just reached into his bag, searching frantically for his first-aid kit. Finally he got it, handing it to her. “Here, take this!” Bryce ordered her, not giving her an option to refuse. The cuts along her body were fresh, and needed to be treated quickly.<br><br>“How did you get like… this?” Harper asked again, but his attention was finally brought to the scene behind Adele. The rats, the snakes, and mainly Kathleen’s burned, naked body lying lifeless on the floor. “Shit! I was too late!” Bryce shouted in anger, walking over to Kathleen’s body. He reached back into the bag, taking out the paper they were given before rolling it up. Then he took out the lighter, and set the rolled up paper on fire, swinging it at the rats and snakes to scare them away from the girl’s body.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 07:15:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kevin would have gone next if not for the fact that he could smell the burnt flesh.&nbsp; It was a smell he knew all too well.&nbsp; One that you become fond of when you wield the flame thrower.&nbsp; Today however, was a major exception.&nbsp; "Fuck."&nbsp; He called out frantically, "IS THERE ANYONE DOWN THERE!?"&nbsp; He kicks the walls, trying to see if there's a secret passage, anywhere.&nbsp; He's putting real force into it too, something that would break most sheet rock.<br><br>He stopped, breathing deeply.&nbsp; "I... I was a soldier."&nbsp; He didn't want to think about it.&nbsp; "I was in an accident that involved an amphibious assault vehicle.&nbsp; It sank and I was the only one to get out."&nbsp; He bit his lower lip, then continued kicking.&nbsp; He stopped again, "I haven't been the same since.&nbsp; I don't like closed places like this GOD DAMNED HALL!"&nbsp; He kicks again, a straight meant to bring down doors on a random wall, hopefully destroying the bastard.<br><br>((NOTE: I would like to note... DAMN.&nbsp; I put Bryce's name in the original post...&nbsp; fsck.&nbsp; He's a character in something i'm writing... just shoot me.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 07:19:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4388743#msg4388743">Quote from: Grunt777 on 18-03-2011, 07:15:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bryce would have gone next if not for the fact that he could smell the burnt flesh.&nbsp; It was a smell he knew all too well.&nbsp; One that you become fond of when you wield the flame thrower.&nbsp; Today however, was a major exception.&nbsp; "Fuck."&nbsp; He called out frantically, "IS THERE ANYONE DOWN THERE!?"&nbsp; He kicks the walls, trying to see if there's a secret passage, anywhere.&nbsp; He's putting real force into it too, something that would break most sheet rock.<br><br>He stopped, breathing deeply.&nbsp; "I... I was a soldier."&nbsp; He didn't want to think about it.&nbsp; "I was in an accident that involved an amphibious assault vehicle.&nbsp; It sank and I was the only one to get out."&nbsp; He bit his lower lip, then continued kicking.&nbsp; He stopped again, "I haven't been the same since.&nbsp; I don't like closed places like this GOD DAMNED HALL!"&nbsp; He kicks again, a straight meant to bring down doors on a random wall, hopefully destroying the bastard.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>The image of Kat appeared right in front of you, her body was all burnt up and she looked sad. She pointed at the nursery's floor and then looked behind her with her eyes full with fear as she disappeared. The hall became instantly chilly, a very dark presence was near.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 10:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, in the glass-coffin room, with Bryce and Kat's dead body</strong><br><br>Adèle was trembling like a leaf as she glided along the walls, her terrified eyes fixed on the swarming rodents. At last she rushed to the gridded door that was the only exit of the room. Just as she threw herself against it, she saw a shadow behind it, a man whose face was hid in the darkness. She screamed once again to the top of her lungs, vainly trying to stop her run.<br><br><br>The man opened the door just as her momentum was throwing herself against the door. She stumbled forward, shrieking and fell in a heap at his feet. However she recognized his voice as one of her companions. She lifted her eyes and recognized him. <em>He is the guy who was so impatient to enter this place. What's his name again? Mmmh, Bryce I believe...</em> This recognition and his appeasing voice calmed her a little, although she was still trembling uncontrollably.<br><br><br>Slowly, bracing herself against the door, she stood up on her wobbling legs. She was still too afraid to bother about her nakedness. She was stark naked indeed, with an athletic, well-toned body and proud, firm breasts that were currently heaving up and down fast as she was panting rapidly. Her skin was covered with little scratches and there were ugly welts around her ankles and wrists, obviously left by tight ropes. Her nipples were unnaturally big, as if engorged with blood. Her crotch was covered with a neatly trimmed patch of black hair and her armpits were unshaven as well. Her black, curly mane was all matted and sticking to her face. A strong smell of sweat and urine was emanating from her. Otherwise, she looked physically unharmed.<br><br><br>To Bryce's questions, Adèle answered with short, strangled words. She had crossed her arms in front of herself and was holding her arms while resting her back against the door, throwing frequent, scared looks at the rats and snakes on the far side of the room.<br><br><br>"Oooh my god! The serial killer!... He is alive!... Captured me!... Tortured me!... The test! Rats and snakes everywhere!... Ooooooooow!!!!!! Kathleen rescued me... but she's dead now! There!" <br><br><br>She took the first-aid kit with trembling hands and thanked him. While Bryce was busy with the rats, Adèle crouched down on the floor and opened the case. She found a bottle of disinfectant. However her hands were shaking too much to use it.<br><br><br>"Bryce, would you help me with this? My hands are too shaky."<br><br><br>At this instant she heard loud kicks coming from somewhere on the upper floor. <em>They are looking for me!</em> she thought.<br><br><br>"HERE! DOWNSTAIRS! WE ARE HERE!" she called in a croaking voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 16:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber with Isis and Kevin</strong><br><br>She held Isis' hand even tighter as the girl told her story. God she felt horrible for her. "I'm sorry Isis, that is terrible." Then she heard Kevin's story, and tightened her grip on his hand, " I'm sorry you went through such hell." She then smelled the flesh and feared it was Adele. "God that smells awful, please let Adele be ok."<br><br>IN a flash it all happened so fast, the ghost, Adele yelling. "Oh god, wasn't that the girl that went in first? NO, God, it couldn't be." Amber froze where she heard Adele. "How do we get to her? There is no way down. How can she be under us and no way to get to her?" She looked at her two 'partners', searching for solutions, but never giving away what had happened to her in her life. She didn't want to relive the gruesome details of having to identify her parents remains and the fear that gripped her after that fateful event. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 17:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis with Amber and Kevin</strong><br><br>She didn't let go of Amber's hand as she walked around the nursery to look for some way to get underneath where Adele must be and she froze in her tracks as she saw the ghost. Isis knew they were all in deep shit now and she felt it get very cold in the room, holy shit she'd seen movies so she knew what that meant. "Guys...guys, I think there's something in the room with us. I know Kat's ghost was just here, which is really sad and really scary, but there's something else. Feel how cold it just got?"<br><br>Isis hoped to God that there was no blood, even the smallest amount of blood was enough to scare the hell out of her and if she ever saw large quantities of it again, she didn't think she'd be able to stop screaming. The reason for this was every time she saw blood, she felt the blood all over her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 21:19:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Kevin, with Amber and Isis.</strong><br><br>Kevin wasn't the praying type, but tonight was an exception to the rule.&nbsp; "Girls...&nbsp; Hold onto each other," the Marine was chilled to the bone.&nbsp; He stepped forward just a little, his weapon held forward like a sword.&nbsp; Through grit teeth Kevin prayed, "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..."&nbsp; He bit his tongue, and continued in his head.&nbsp; "It's in the nursery.&nbsp; The way down," he thought out loud, thinking about what Kathleen was trying to tell him.&nbsp; "I think we'll find some of the others there too."&nbsp; He reached back with his free hand, pulling one of them along with him toward the nursery. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 21:23:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4390645#msg4390645">Quote from: Grunt777 on 18-03-2011, 21:19:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kevin, with Amber and Isis.</strong><br><br>Kevin wasn't the praying type, but tonight was an exception to the rule.&nbsp; "Girls...&nbsp; Hold onto each other," the Marine was chilled to the bone.&nbsp; He stepped forward just a little, his weapon held forward like a sword.&nbsp; Through grit teeth Kevin prayed, "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..."&nbsp; He bit his tongue, and continued in his head.&nbsp; "It's in the nursery.&nbsp; The way down," he thought out loud, thinking about what Kathleen was trying to tell him.&nbsp; "I think we'll find some of the others there too."&nbsp; He reached back with his free hand, pulling one of them along with him toward the nursery.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em> As soon as you begin praying a brute force hits your chest and sends you down to the floor. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 21:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Coughed out, the surprise being worse than the actual pain... for now.&nbsp; "Okay... Praying, not on the agenda tonight."&nbsp; He helped himself up on the wall, gasping for air.&nbsp; "Oh... That hurt..."&nbsp; He was more frightened than he wanted to let on, but weird stuff had happened to him before.&nbsp; Just not quite as strong a physical manifestation.&nbsp; "Before... -cough- I was so, <em>rudely</em> interrupted."&nbsp; he coughed again, taking a drink out of his water bottle.&nbsp; "We need to get into the nursery."&nbsp; He was hoping that the girls wouldn't freak out too much... There was bound to be a lot more where that came from, since they were dealing with psychotic spirits and shit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 21:52:11</strong>
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				<strong>Bryce, with Adele underground.</strong><br><br>Bryce watched as the rats and snakes scattered and slithered all around the room, away from his fire. Some went to the walls, looking for a way out, while others ran toward the gate where Adele was standing. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she was terrified of them so he chased the rats and snakes, using the fire as a distraction to make them ignore Adele and run through the openings in the gate. <br><br>Once the whole room was cleared of the rodents, Bryce brought his attention to Kathleen’s body once more. He found the whole feeling of the incident to be odd, how she could be with him one minute, and dead the next. It all seemed so fast, having only taken him 5-10 minutes to catch up to her.<br><br>His focus then turned back to Adele as she requested his help. “Sure.” He answered simply. There was no way he was going to tell her no. The rich boy walked over to the trembling girl, and took the disinfectant from her, unscrewing the cap. “This might sting a bit.” Bryce told her, his eyes examining her body to locate all her cuts. For a brief moment, he had forgotten that she was naked, and the more he looked for scratches, the more he remember that he was alone in a room with a naked Adele.<br><br>Any other situation in the world and Bryce would have taken advantage of the opportunity, but he knew it wasn’t the right time for it. Despite his attitude sometimes, he was still a gentleman when it came to women. He felt that it must have been rather embarrassing for Adele to have to ask for help when she was naked, and he respected that.<br><br>Harper took out a few cotton balls from the first aid kit, and poured the disinfectant on them. Finally, he got to work, starting from the cuts that he saw on her face. Gently, he brushed away the hair that was sticking to her face, and pressed a cotton ball against one of Adele’s cuts, rubbing softly. His eyes were focused on her cuts, trying to avoid her gaze. When he was done, he placed a band-aid on the cut and switched the cotton ball, replacing it with another one to wipe some of the sweat and blood off of her face before he moved on to her next cut.<br><br>One by one Bryce cleaned up Adele’s cuts, moving from her face to her chest and stomach before reaching her legs, the smell of her urine surprisingly strong. The young man started to drag a cotton ball along the skin on her inner thighs to wipe them clean. The smell of ammonia from her urine being replaced by the smell of the alcohol in the disinfectant. He stopped, though, just short of her crotch. “Um… You can do that later, when you’re ready…” Bryce told her, still averting her gaze.<br><br>Bryce then stood up; knowing the next thing he needed to take care of was her rope burns on her hands and ankles. The rich boy took off his sports jackets, revealing his undershirt. He ripped off his sleeve, separating it into four different parts. He placed the disinfectant on each piece, and wrapped one around each one of her rope burns. “Just let that sit for a while.” He told her.<br><br>He was almost done, but hesitated in continuing. Finally, he looked toward the side before mumbling his next words. “Turn around…” Bryce knew that she had cuts on her back and needed to treat them, but didn’t know if she trusted him enough without her eyes on him. In all honesty, he didn’t know if he could trust himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 22:49:25</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with Isis and Kevin</strong><br><br>As Kevin let go&nbsp; of her hand a prayed, Amber held close to Isis. The minute he dropped to the floor, Amber jumped and let out a little scream. "God, Ok, we stick together, no more macho shit ok? Let's find Adele then work our way out of here and back to the outside world." Amber was surprisingly level headed, but she was like that in stressful situations. She worked best under presser, and this was the most stressful event in her life after her parents death. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 00:04:44</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, somewhere underground, healed by Bryce</strong><br><br>Adèles grimaced whenever the disinfectant touched her scratches, but she remained silent. It seemed that all these minor cuts had been caused by the shattered glass. As Bryce was taking care of her, Adèle progressively calmed down. Her breathing slowed down and her trembling progressively stopped. She was also able to reorder her thoughts.<br><br><br>She was also more and more conscious of her nakedness in front of this stranger. After some time, she wrapped her left arm across her chest, hiding her areolae and nipples, while her right hand covered her crotch.<br><br><br>"C'était horrible... I got trapped behind a door... knocked on the head... I woke up strapped to a... table... a torture rack... and there was this... violeur... this serial killer! A giant, with a long beard... He did not physically harmed me... But he tortured me psychologically... That was inhuman! I resisted for a full hour... and then he drugged me... I woke up in that... that..." she began to tremble again and her face was grimacing horribly. "Oooooh! You know, I believe this is all real... The ghosts, I mean. They DO exist!!!!"<br><br><br>She sobbed and took several deep breaths to calm herself. "I'm sorry, I must look like a fool. I'm not like that usually, you know? But I can't bear rats! Oooooow! C'était si horrible, j'ai cru mourir de terreur! Thanks so much to help me. I know you didn't have to. I appreciate it."<br><br><br>Upon Bryce's request, she turned around, glad to hide her front side from the eyes of her healer. "He took my clothes, my knives and my back-pack away. I have nothing left. Would you not have something to cover myself? And do you know where we are and where the others are?" she asked him, looking over her shoulder while she felt him healing the scratches on her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 01:09:32</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with Amber and Kevin</strong><br><br>Isis gripped Amber's hand tighter and they were huddled together very close as they were both scared out of their minds. She saw Kevin be pushed to the ground, by some invisible force, in the middle of his prayer and she stopped breathing for a little bit. Gasping for air as she was finally able to breathe again, she heard Adele yelling about what had happened to her downstairs.<br><br>"I hear them right underneath us." Isis said softly and she stomped down on the floor a few times to get Adele's attention. "Adele, we're like right above you. Are you okay, who's down there with you?" She yelled, hoping that they'd be able to hear her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 01:15:35</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, underground with Bryce</strong><br><br>Adèle heard Isis' voice coming from somewhere above them.<br><br>"YES, I AM HERE! I AM MORE OR LESS ALRIGHT! I AM WITH BRYCE DOWN THERE! KATHLEEN... SHE IS..."&nbsp; she cried, but she strangled on the last words as the vision of Kat's dead body sprung to her memory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 01:20:03</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with Amber and Kevin</strong><br><br>Isis sighed in relief as she heard that Adele was pretty much alright. "Yeah, we know....we saw her ghost a minute ago." The girl hadn't really known Kathleen, but she still had to fight back the tears that came to her eyes...she could be a very emotional 18 year old, sometimes. <br><br>"Is there any way that y'all can get out? We can't find a way to get down there to y'all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 01:30:17</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, underground with Bryce</strong><br><br>"I DON'T KNOW HOW I ARRIVED HERE!" Adèle yelled in return. Then, to Bryce she asked, "Do you know how to go upstairs?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 09:06:20</strong>
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				Kevin shook off the pain and shock, coughing all the way up.&nbsp; "Okay.... But we need to go to the nursery.&nbsp; -HACK-&nbsp; There's something important in there."&nbsp; He finally stood, would take the girls by the hand if they would allow him, and if they did, would move to the nursery with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 09:10:21</strong>
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				<em> you can see one part of the floor that looks like a unlocked hatch leading downstairs. The hatch is semi open it looks like somebody went inside not too long ago.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 13:52:53</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with Isis and Kevin </strong><br><br>Her reached out for his hand to hold it. It was better that they all stayed in close contact with each other. Amber looked and saw a hatch, part open. She looked to Kevin and Isis, she did not want to separate, but I they went down there, they would have to go one by one. "I'm not going first, sorry call mean coward, but no way am I crawling down first." She held Isis' hand tighter, if anyone was going, is was Mr. Macho. Always stick to the plan, and the girls were going to stick together no matter what. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 16:45:46</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with Amber and Kevin</strong><br><br>"Yeah...I can't go down there first, either. Sorry." She gave Kevin an apologetic look as he was going to have to be the one to crawl down that hatch first. <br><br>They moved down to where the hatch was and Isis glanced over at Amber. "Amber, I'm starting to think that the common denominator between us could be that we've all been through traumatic experiences....I'm not sure yet, but that's what I'm kind of leaning towards. I don't know what you've been through and I'm not going to make you tell me, but I think it might be best if we all talk about our fears. That way we'd know what each other is afraid of and we could possibly help each other if one of us gets something thrown at them." Isis smiled just slightly, she was scared, but trying to be a little logical about this whole situation. There was no logic to it, so she needed to try to add some to the mix.&nbsp; "I'll go first. The things that I'm terrified of are blood, being locked in an enclosed space and going insane...those are my big three. I have smaller fears, but I think we should just stick to the major ones for now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 22:43:05</strong>
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				<strong>Kevin, with Amber and Isis</strong><br><br>Kevin's face morphed to quiet rage as he inspected the hatch.&nbsp; He let go of the girls, as he would need both hands to open the hatch.&nbsp; Sweat broke out as he got closer to the hatch.&nbsp; The opening was in fact only large enough for one person, something that scared Kevin beyond all compare.&nbsp; His mind was numb, his body moved on it's own.&nbsp; He searched the floor for a plank to prop the hatch open with, listening to Isis explain her fears.&nbsp; <em>Fear of being locked in enclosed spaces eh?</em> he thought, stifling a humorless chuckle.&nbsp; He clipped his words, throwing the hatch open and setting the block in place, "Extreme Claustrophobia."&nbsp; He grit his teeth, trying to focus on something other than the space.&nbsp; His breath was coming in short, choppy segments.&nbsp; He looked back at the others, merely stating, "If this door closes, there's a good chance I'll pass out.&nbsp; Keep it open."&nbsp; And with that he headed down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 01:39:55</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with Isis and Kevin</strong><br><br>She saw he wasn't happy about going down, but there was no way she was going down that hatch or leave Isis. "Ok you wanna know what happened? My parents perished in a plane crash two months before my high school graduation. My other siblings had moved away and it was up to me to identified their mangled half burned bodies. So my phobia, simply, is death. I just don't want to not exist any more. So yeah it scares me not to know one day I won't wake up and just be."<br><br>Amber held hands with Isis and held the hatch with the other hand. She would keep I open hoping Kevin would come back and have Adele in tow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 07:32:43</strong>
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				Bryce, underground with Adele.<br><br>The rich boys listened to the words of the frightened girl as she spoke of her traumatic experience. He was trying to focus on what she was saying, as well as tend do all of the scratches that remained on her back. “That sounds horrible.” Bryce briefly commented. The young man was never that good when it came to consoling other people. Sometimes it was because deep down he didn’t really care, while others was because the experience was so horrible that he couldn’t sum it up in any form of words. This was the case of the latter.<br><br>“It must have been tough for you to have to face that kind of torture… Having to be surrounded by your worst fears… But personally, I don’t believe in all that ghost stuff. I mean, you know better than me what happened, but I’m still a realist and I only go by what I see. If I had to guess, it sounds to more like we have a maniac running around this mansion trying to kill us by using our deepest fears.” Bryce tried to explain with as much respect as he could. In truth, he was maybe the only one who hadn’t experienced anything paranormal yet which is why he kept his normal attitude about everything.<br><br>As he was almost finished with her back, he briefly looked over at Kathleen’s body, noting the fact that she was nude as well. “Also, he seems to be either a pervert or a psychotic mastermind. Stripping the two of you naked is Murder 101. It’s a tactic used to make you feel vulnerable and completely defenseless in order to heighten the effects and emotional damage of the torture you endure. If he’s really as sick as I think he is, then he also did it for his own personal enjoyment.” Soon after speaking, Bryce was done with her cuts.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>The young man knelt down, picking up his sports jacket, and placed it over her shoulders. “You can wear this until we find something better to cover you up.” He said to her, picking up the torch that he had. It had almost burned completely, but was still usable. “We’re under the nursery. Kathleen and I had found a hatch that lead to this underground room shortly before she disappeared. The only way out is the staircase that I used to get down here.” Bryce then handed the torch to Adele. “Hold this. I’m going to carry Kathleen’s body. She deserves to be buried in a proper place. Not a hellhole like this.” <br><br>Bryce walked over to Kathleen’s body, crouched down, and picked her up. His eyes ran over her tortured body, specifically her burn marks. The smell off of her partially charred body didn’t seem to faze him. “If only it could have been me... I would have made sure that you didn’t suffer like this…” He whispered under his breath.<br><br>Then he heard the footsteps on the stairs in the other room. Quickly, he moved next to Adele trying to peer through the darkness. He could make out the person that it was, and recognized him as one of the guys that had been with them since the beginning. “Kevin…? How’d you get down here?” Bryce asked, a little relieved that it was a familiar face rather than whoever was trying to kill them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 07:52:34</strong>
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				<em>You all hear the voice and screams of Niko coming out from the other room in the hallway. The door is locked but the screams comes from there.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 08:06:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4397087#msg4397087">Quote from: Dependent on 20-03-2011, 07:27:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nikolai awoke; it seemed like half of his life had passed before him in what he could only say was an awful dream.&nbsp; Half of it he wanted to forget, half he wanted to pretend never happened; all of it, though, made him shiver from head to hoe.&nbsp; His mottled hair was still dirty and his skin was dry; irritated as opposed to being clean when he'd arrived.&nbsp; Still, he couldn't have been here for a super long time, since he wasn't starving.&nbsp; Eyes constricting rapidly to a starved few rays of light in the room, his first instinct was to rub his eyes.&nbsp; Suddenly realizing he couldn't, he looked around in a frenzy; he was nude and bound to some crickety, old bed.&nbsp; It reeked and groaned with each shake of his body.&nbsp; Worse yet a chamber was placed over his face, and injected some sort of gas directly into his respiratory tract.&nbsp; Breathing deep and batting his eyes, inhaling the gas, he rolled his eyes a sudden drowsiness coming upon him.&nbsp; His body shivered; nude, and he jutted his back up against the bed to make as much noise as he could - his eyes had crusted blood around them, and his tongue was bitter gnaw from being bitten for so long; the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth vaguely.&nbsp; "FUCK," he thought, "way more realistic than I thought.. oh my God.." a painful sensation became evident once again in his rear.. "you've GOT to be kidding me..." his thoughts were frenzied and his breathing escalated, but realizing that he was pretty hopeless, he took a moment to make a silent prayer.<br><br>After completing it, he shouted at the top of his lungs "IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?&nbsp; HELP!!!!"&nbsp; It was all he could manage - and even then it was faint; not having eaten for what did feel like a while, his mouth was dry and bitter.&nbsp; Every movement ached his body from being bound - as if he were here for at least a day straight.&nbsp; The thought made him cringe and he closed his eyes, heart pounding inside his thin chest.&nbsp; "It's not real.. any .. of.. it."&nbsp; He tried to reassure himself, whispering quietly.&nbsp; A musk filled the room, as well as an eery dust that shrouded a lot of it in vision - he couldn't see very far, feel much of anything, talk, and was getting more and more drowsy by the minute with this apparatus on his face.&nbsp; Shaking his head to reinstall a sense of awareness, he blinked fervently and wrinkled his nose, also doing his best to stretch his limbs - though all four were bound to this piece of junk bed.&nbsp; He had to conserve energy for now, unsure of whether or not anyone was here or could hear him.&nbsp; Reflecting on it, he considered bashing his back and head against the bed;<em> the old thing might break, maybe</em>?&nbsp; A good secondary plan for sure, at least, he thought.<br><br>Yet another pain soon came back to him - some sort of sharp, insignificant wound but that kind of pain which really doesn't matter but it's so annoying it distracts you constantly.&nbsp; It was in his antecubital space, and all he could muster was the thought "fuck."&nbsp; The same type of pain radiated from his chest now; reaching his head up, he saw a distinct surgical cut in it.&nbsp; "Well, it really couldn't get much worse," he joked, still trying to play this whole thing off as a terribly bad dream, remembering that before there were other people - lots.&nbsp; And a mansion.&nbsp; He couldn't have gotten so far away, <em>could</em> he?&nbsp; The panic in him grew just thinking about it because, if he were right, the others could have been in danger or worse, too.&nbsp; And if he was wrong, then he was stuck in the worst possible dream imaginable.&nbsp; Another exertion of gas puffed in his face, making his eyes water a little bit.&nbsp; "<strong>DAMMIT</strong>" he thought..<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The door to the room opened and a very young girl appeared. She seemed to be naked as well and with bites and scratches all over her body. Looking around she noticed Niko on the corner tied to a bed. She was blond, with beautiful blue eyes, her breasts were rather big for her age (she looked mostly 16 years old). She walked to the tank and looked over at it, she closed the valve moving air into his mouth and nose and took off the mask. She tried her best to get the restrains off but they were very well placed. It took awhile but she finally got the restrains out of one of his hands and rushed to her legs to do the same. Once she was free she helped him up and gently slapped her face to wake him up, "There there, are you okay?". She seemed not to be ashamed of being nude in front of him, the marks on her body seemed to had healed already. She looked around and saw a old closet filled with old rags and clothes, most of them were not even safe to put on, "Dammit....". She sighed looking at him and taking a deep breath, "Are you alone?".<br><br>(http://images.coveralia.com/autores/fotos/avril-lavigne19381.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 10:31:57</strong>
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				<strong>Kevin, in the passageway.</strong><br><br>Held his breath for the first few seconds heading down the tunnel.&nbsp; He closed his eyes, so he wouldn't have to see just how close the walls were to him.&nbsp; Holding his hand on the side, he felt down a few steps, growing dizzy before his oxygen ran out.&nbsp; A feeble, "Fuck..." escaped his lips, turning purple.&nbsp; His pupils dialated and his hands shook.&nbsp; He knew what was happening.&nbsp; He was going into shock before making it to the room.&nbsp; He twitched, sending his head into the wall beside him forcefully.&nbsp; He heard panicked screams all around him, voices that he knew, begging for help.&nbsp; He heard gurgling, vomiting.&nbsp; He could smell ocean water, and piss and vomit and urine... and diesel smoke. <br><br>He choked down the bile building up in his stomach, stumbling down the last few stairs in order to make.&nbsp; Tears filled his eyes, not from fear, or anger, but from a delirious state of mind where he had no control.<br><br><strong>Kevin, in the room with Bryce and Adele.</strong><br><br>Kevin stared at Bryce with disbelief, eyes wide open and still full of tears.&nbsp; During his short travel down the stairs, he had forgotten about this damned house, the killer spirits, the dead man upstairs, and his mission.&nbsp; Then his breath hit him, sending him into convulsions.&nbsp; He collapsed against a nearby wall, shaking near uncontrollably.&nbsp; He locked his head between his knees, forcing himself to breath properly.&nbsp; Another meek, "Fuck!" came to his lips, almost voiceless but still holding a sharp edge.&nbsp; He gathered his bearings to a degree, simply stating, "I'm glad you're okay Bryce."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 15:08:42</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, downstairs with Bryce and Kevin</strong><br><br>Adèle wrapped herself tightly in Bryce's vest, glad to cover her breasts. The best was too large for her and somewhat baggy and it went down just enough to cover her crotch and butt. She would have to take care not to bend over too much.<br><br><br>"Thanks Bryce. I feel better already. But I hope to never have to go through such an ordeal," she said. "As for the ghosts... I am a scientific. I do not believe in this kind of things... Or at least I used to... But, here this all seem so real! I mean... I SAW things happening... I saw this very place as it might have looked when it was all new and shiny, not in this state of ruins... How could he do that? Could that be a drug-induced hallucination? No, that does not seem possible..." she was shaking her head, trying to sort her ideas out.<br><br><br>As Kevin arrived and sat down, obviously ill, she squatted by him. "Hey? Are you alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 20:51:15</strong>
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				She sighed and looked at him, "My name is Esther, I been trapped in here for over four days, I am the daughter of one of the cameraman for the show. Trust me or not the rest of your friends are in danger, I know a place where the ghost cannot pass, a place where you can rest. Stay here for longer and you are dead" she heard the voices coming from downstairs and tapped the floor looking down, "Hey you all, if you wanna be safe and relax come up please". She walked out of the room and into the nursery not really caring if the guy followed her or not, out there she saw two females, "Hey are you two alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 23:27:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4399289#msg4399289">Quote from: Dependent on 20-03-2011, 23:21:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Nikolai &amp; Esther</strong><br><br>There were a number of thoughts that ran Nikolai's mind in response to this Esther girl.&nbsp; Compounding four days in his head in this Hell hole equated to something only a Navy SEAL or something could pull off - <em>a sixteen year old daughter of a cameraman?&nbsp; What was the secret?&nbsp; Taking pictures of the ghosts scared it away?&nbsp; Why didn't she have clothes after this long?&nbsp; Why did she know so much, when the more you knew about this place seemed to make you more susceptible to danger?</em>&nbsp; The train of questions in his mind grinded to a halt with one very last - (http://why the fuck do you care, Nik?)?&nbsp; You don't know where you are or anything.&nbsp; That was enough alone to convince him of a new task; when she'd tapped on the floor board, he was relieved to notice other people beneath them.&nbsp; Maybe she had been here four days, knowing the place so well..<br><br>"The ghost?&nbsp; What do you mean, <em>the ghost?</em>" he asked her as she walked out of the room.&nbsp; Standing for a moment, finally fully collected, he looked around; the room gave him chills and, upon seeing the gas apparatus that was on his face, he bolted to the doorway to see where she'd went - the nursery.&nbsp; Looking back at the room behind him, the chills got worse and he hopped out into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind him and waiting there, deciding that Esther would come back and that he could guide the others to the right place when they came - <strong>if</strong> they came.<br><br>"Esther.. Hey!&nbsp; Wait up!"&nbsp; His voice was weak as it called out for her; a hoarse whisper at the end.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She looked at him as he approached the door, "Did you really think that all that is happening out here is because of living people? if you do then you are dumber than you think. We are in a haunted house, I been here for four days without eating anything, I been tortured and raped so much time that I could not even count. I only found one room that as long as I am in there I am out of danger, however I have no idea how much I am going to endure out here. My father was killed by them and now they want us, as simple as that". She looked down at the hatch and began screaming, "Hey you down there, better get up here before the night is over, the hour is coming soon".
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 03:01:25</strong>
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				She shrugged and shook her head, "No idea, think of it. Hundred's of people died in this mansion, plus the ones that just came and died with the crew of the show, plus the ones we don't know about. Do the match and you will see why I am so freaked out of being out of the room". She shrugged taking a deep breath and looking down, hopefully they would come up soon, "Whoever is down there, you have to come up now we don't have time for waiting"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 16:24:58</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with Isis </strong><br><br>She stood there with Isis, she could hear murmurs of voices below. Hopefully that meant the rest were together and ok. <br><br>Then some random girl she had never seen before approached them. "We're ok, and where the hell did you come from?" After the girls explanation, Amber knew this was all insane. The entire crew was dead and one of their competitors was dead, then this girl shows up out of nowhere. <br><br>"Are you sure we're safe in that room?" it just seemed odd to her there was one room where they would not be touched. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 17:18:58</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with Amber</strong><br><br>When she heard Amber speaking to someone, it pulled Isis out of her own mind and she turned her head in the direction of the new voice.&nbsp; She listened to the girl explaining everything and wanted to believe that there was somewhere they could go to just try to think or something. <br><br>"Okay, we're in here with a bunch of ghosts that want to torture us, play with our minds and our darkest fears, and probably eventually kill us? I think we should, at least, try this room out and see what it's all about." Looking to Amber as she said this, kind of asking with her eyes, Isis didn't want to die in this fucked up mansion and she knew Amber sure as hell didn't want to...they could try, at the very least.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 17:21:44</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, downstairs with Kevin and Bryce</strong><br><br>Squatting by Kevin, Adèle heard voices coming from above. She saw the stairs and the hatch that was held open by Amber, along with a new girl who seemed vehement to get everybody upstairs.<br><br>She looked at Bryce, then at Kevin.<br><br>"I believe we should go upstairs. It will be safer to be all together again. Kevin, can you stand up?"<br><br>Adèle needed to move away, to leave this place, and above all to act so as to forget what she had been through. She tried to help Kevin on his feet, but the man was too heavy for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 20:46:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4402261#msg4402261">Quote from: lovelygirl on 21-03-2011, 16:24:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Amber with Isis </strong><br><br>She stood there with Isis, she could hear murmurs of voices below. Hopefully that meant the rest were together and ok. <br><br>Then some random girl she had never seen before approached them. "We're ok, and where the hell did you come from?" After the girls explanation, Amber knew this was all insane. The entire crew was dead and one of their competitors was dead, then this girl shows up out of nowhere. <br><br>"Are you sure we're safe in that room?" it just seemed odd to her there was one room where they would not be touched.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She nods and smiles, "Been here four days trapped already and nothing happened to me in those four days. The day I got here was pure hell as you can see". She pointed at her naked body full of scratches and bites, some of them still bleeding from time to time. "I am Esther by the way, I am the daughter of one of the cameraman for the show you are supposed to be in". She looked down and shrugged, "Dammit I hate closed spaces.....". She looked down wanting to go but afraid as hell to even move one step down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 04:34:08</strong>
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				Kevin finally stood, exhausted and severely shaken.&nbsp; He wasn't sure he'd be able to make it back up the stairs, but he understood that there wasn't any other way.&nbsp; He pulled his head from between his knees, looking considerably less green than before.&nbsp; He stood, slowly, using the wall and Adele as support.&nbsp; "I... can stand."&nbsp; This was more for his own knowledge than hers.&nbsp; Positive thoughts, right?&nbsp; "I'm good."&nbsp; He didn't understand everything that was going on.&nbsp; He looked to Adele, finally understanding some of what had happened.<br><br>He coughed again, sighing with relief.&nbsp; "Okay... I'm going up first."&nbsp; He said, a little of his confidence returning.&nbsp; He started visibly shaking again, at just the thought of it.&nbsp; He spun to the stairs, and took off sprinting up it as fast as he could.&nbsp; Halfway up he tripped.&nbsp; Fighting not to lose too much of his momentum, he struggled up the stairs on all fours, panicked panting marking his exit from the tunnel.&nbsp; He burst through the hatch, gasping, and collapsing to the floor.&nbsp; He knew the others would be up momentarily, and he rolled out of the way.&nbsp; He had managed to avoid thinking this time through, and wasn't as bad off for it, but he felt the need to use the restroom soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 10:35:01</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in the nursery with Kevin, Isis, Amber and Esther</strong><br><br>Adèle followed just behind Kevin. The wooden steps were cold under her bare feet but she was glad to leave this place. Emerging to the relative light of the nursery, she had a sad smile when she saw Isis and Amber.<br><br>"Isis, Amber! How glad I am to see you again. I really thought I was going to die! That was so horrible!" She went on describing what had happened to her in a few words, as she had done to Bryce.<br><br>Only then did she notice Esther. A cold look of suspicion painted over her face. <br><br>"Who's that girl? Where did you find her?" she asked drily. And almost immediately she reached forward to touch the new girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 19:52:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4406803#msg4406803">Quote from: AurelieCatena on 22-03-2011, 10:35:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Adèle, in the nursery with Kevin, Isis, Amber and Esther</strong><br><br>Adèle followed just behind Kevin. The wooden steps were cold under her bare feet but she was glad to leave this place. Emerging to the relative light of the nursery, she had a sad smile when she saw Isis and Amber.<br><br>"Isis, Amber! How glad I am to see you again. I really thought I was going to die! That was so horrible!" She went on describing what had happened to her in a few words, as she had done to Bryce.<br><br>Only then did she notice Esther. A cold look of suspicion painted over her face. <br><br>"Who's that girl? Where did you find her?" she asked drily. And almost immediately she reached forward to touch the new girl.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She shrugged as she was touched, "Yes I am real, now let's get the hell out of here the worst hour is going to start soon". She shrugged and looked at them, "Look, I really don't care if you trust me or not, those of you that want to trust me follow me, those who don't well I will see you dead around in a couple of hours". She sighed as she began walking back to the main room of the castle then up the stairs and to the right. She walked to a rather small room, the room would be beautiful when the people were alive. She looked behind her to see who followed her before closing the door and locking it, "We will be safe here".
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 20:10:33</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with Amber, Kevin, Bryce, Adele and Esther</strong><br><br>Isis smiled at Adele. "God, I'm so sorry for what happened to you, Adele. I'm so glad you're okay and alive." She truly was happy that Adele was okay and watched as the woman reached out to touch Esther.<br><br>She gripped Amber's hand and listened to Esther, she didn't know whether to trust the girl, but this whole worst hour thing was freaking her out and she wanted to go somewhere that was possibly safe. Isis was not going to be separated from Amber, so she looked to Amber and asked again with her eyes. She smiled as Amber nodded and they followed Esther to this apparently safe room.<br><br>The door was closed and locked, she was happy to be able to relax just a bit and she let out a soft sigh. Now, wasn't the time to break down, Isis, you have to wait and see if y'all make it out of here and then you can scream and cry all you want.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 23:13:44</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle in the nursery with the others</strong><br><br>Adèle looked at Esther suspiciously. <em>Where does she come from? Why did she choose to appear just now? What's this room she want to gather all of us in? Still, she seems genuinely scared...</em> she thought, looking at the girl.<br><br>And then left the room, soon followed by Isis and Amber.<br><br>"Wait!" she called, "Do you know where she is leading us?"<br><br>But the two girls were hot on her track. Normally, Adèle would not have bothered but her recent predicament had shaken her self-confidence. She felt extremely reluctant to remain alone. <em>Moreover, she does look sincere. And this place is certainly not safe either</em>, she told to herself.<br><br><br>And on that she ran after the three girls, following them to the safe room, her bare feet almost silent on the dusty floors.<br><br><strong>In the safre room</strong><br><br>Adèle looked at the safe room, trying to understand what made it different from the others. She also tried to see if there was any other entrance/exit to the room. Having completed her tour of the room, she came back to Esther and, trying to speak in a less cold tone, she asked, "Excuse me for my suspicion... I have been quite... Uuuh... bouleversée, recently. My name is Adèle. What's yours? So, you seem to have quite a bit of experience with this place. Could you tell us what you have seen, heard and learned about it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 23:26:33</strong>
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				She shrugged and looked at the woman, "My name is Esther Lonestar,&nbsp; my father came here as part of the camera crew for the show you are supposedly in. It was just a routing camera placement in this damn castle. I went to the main room to get something to drink since the rest area was there, I heard a scream and rushed to my father. I could not find him, I tried my best and alerted the crew, but as I was looking I as knocked down. I woke up in a chair, strapped to a chair that I could not move out of, there was a man. A man with a big beard, tall as a tower and ugly as hell. He did all sorts of nasty stuff at me, raped me again and again, he called it passing some tests. The third 'test' had me on a coffin all by myself. You see I have a phobia of closed spaces, ever since I was bullied at school and shoved into a locker for two days. I screamed and screamed but nobody heard me, I was alone. I spent in there a entire day, I was freaked out by the time I managed to move&nbsp; enough to get a hynge of the coffin out and drop the coffin wich opened it. I seen so many things, those who die here stays here, and as far as I know this room was the room of the wife of the owner of the castle, somehow is protected from the ghosts. The fact that you are naked, with bites and scratches all over you must prove that what I tell you is the truth. Otherwise I am sorry but I don't really care if you trust me or not. During the past four days I seen every member of the crew dead all over the damn castle. I managed to survive by being here all the time and not leaving, the ghost don't get near here at all".<br><br>Just then cries and moans started to be heard all over the castle. The door banged harshly and Esther screamed out holding her knees together and starting to shiver. "Fuck it started...." the cries became more and more loud and then there was a loud scream of a man. The door banged heavily as it moved but did not opened. Esthers face was pale white as she heard the voice of the man, "ITS HIM". She went below the bed and hugged her knees as she started to cry.<br><br>(http://www.battlemouth.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Scary-room.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 23:39:43</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with the three other girls in the 'safe' room</strong><br><br>Isis listened to Esther's story and it was enough to make her feel horrible, nothing had really happened to her, yet, and she was being slightly melodramatic about her experience here. Still holding Amber's hand, she moved next to the girl, who was only a couple years younger than she was, and knew she had been through so much. Isis vowed that she would do her best to make sure Esther got out of here, too. "Esther, I'm so sorry about what you've been through." She smiled just slightly and didn't really know what else to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 00:25:40</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in the safe room with the other girls</strong><br><br>Adèle listened to Esther, getting obviously more and more restless as the story went.<br><br>"That's very similar to happened to me. The same giant, bearded guy, and... OOooooooh! That's him! That's his voice out there!" Adèle had suddenly turned pale and a mask of terror had changed her face as she looked at the trembling door.<br><br>"Are You sure he will not enter this room?" she asked, trying to prevent her shaking too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 07:27:27</strong>
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				Bryce was following the others, rather quiet as his mind seemed to be elsewhere. He hadn’t even noticed the other girl that had joined there group. The young man just seemed to stare at the dead body of the girl he continued to carry in his arms.<br><br>Occasionally he would even whisper things to it. Pausing in between his sentences, as if he was waiting for a response from the lifeless body. Even chuckles and giggles could be from him, like him and the corpse had their own inside jokes.<br><br>The only thing that took his attention away was the loud banging on the other side of the door. Bryce held Kathleen’s deceased body close to his own, his hand stoking her hair. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m her to protect you now. I won’t let him hurt you anymore.” He whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 10:39:19</strong>
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				Kevin forced composure on himself, stomaching the bile still by some miracle of god, but he wasn't saying that part out loud.&nbsp; He was highly interested in the new addition to the party, seeing as she was a survivor and what not.&nbsp; It was something he highly valued in a woman, if not for the fact that the gates of hell were right outside the door and humping the hinges as they spoke.&nbsp; Kevin felt into his pocket, finally finding the mostly empty pack of cigarettes.&nbsp; He drew one, set it to his lips and lit up.&nbsp; The smoke was a little stale, but still just what the doctor ordered.&nbsp; He looked to the still naked Esther, realizing that he had something of use for the situation.<br><br>"Hey," he moved over to the side of the bed.&nbsp; He knew she'd been through some brutal shit, but he had to focus on keeping everyone sane.&nbsp; Bryce seemed to be a prime candidate for his services, but logically Esther was the best choice, as she had been here longer.&nbsp; "Hey," he added a bit more gruffly, trying to break her concentration on crying.&nbsp; He slid some of the food from his bag to her under the bed, along with some of his water, already half way empty from his drinking.&nbsp; "Eat up.&nbsp; We're going to find a way out of here, and we all need your help."&nbsp; He looked to the others, a tear of pain filled his eye.&nbsp; He looked to Bryce first.&nbsp; The poor kid had obviously never handled death on such a close level.&nbsp; He knew better than to bother him for the time being.&nbsp; He would wake up and realize that she was gone soon. <br><br>He laid down again, looking under the bed at Esther.&nbsp; "You smoke?&nbsp; I've got a couple more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 15:41:04</strong>
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				<strong>Amber with everyone in safe room</strong><br><br>Ok so Esther's story rattled her enough to follow the girl to this room. No way did she want to be raped and killed. How could a ghost do so much damage? Cause so much death and carnage? Something was just not right about this whole place. Still Amber never dropped Isis' hand as she collard the girl to the room. Even amid Adele's protests, she was going to go wherever they were going to be safe. <br><br>As they entered the room, Amber's mind started to turn again. She looked around the room trying to figure what blocked the spirits from coming in. She held tight to Isis as the girl spoke to Esther, never letting go of her hand. Still Amber needed to know why this room was so protected.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 17:14:07</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in the safe room</strong><br><br>After two or three minutes of scared waiting, and seeing that indeed nobody dared to enter the room, Adèles began to relax a little. She squatted so as to see Esther hidden under the bed.<br><br>"Esther, you were completely right. <em>They</em> cannot enter here. We are safe, thanks to you! Please accept my apologies for being suspicious. But after what I went through...". Adèle shivered. "Now, pray tell me, during those four days, or before, when you discussed this show with your husband, did you learn anything that could set this room apart from the other? You said that it was the psychopath's wife room. Do you know anything about her? Do you know what happened to her? What was her relation to her husband? There must be a reason why the ghosts do not dare to enter here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 20:32:52</strong>
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				She shivered as she took the water and the bar from the guy and started to eat it but never leaving from under the bed, "T...thank you". Her eyes closed and she screamed as another loud bang was heard on the door, "LEAVE US ALONE...." she screamed out the top of her lungs as it became louder and louder. "I...I don't know.... he was my father...not my husband...... I have 16 years old I am not old enough to get married.... silly. M...my father told me....that in this room she died.... and since she was opposing what her husband was doing.... supposedly this room is scared.... because in here there is a angel...not demons...... that is what I think anyways.....".<br><em><br>Just then the bangs suddenly stopped and in the center of the room there was a figure of a beautiful red headed woman. Two beautiful white wings appeared behind her back as she went to Esther and touched her, instantly Esthers wounds healed, she moved to Adele and did the same, the wounds on her body seemed to disappear in seconds, it did not hurt one bit. Walking to the last person that was naked she touched him and the pain on his behind seemed to disappear and he seemed to be full of energy. The woman spoke with a soft caring voice, "I am sorry.... you were caught here without any warning.... this place is too dangerous.... there is another exit in this castle... a underground one.... I was planning to escape from there.... please take care of Esther....she is worth more than you know.... face your fears and survive them....only then you can survive....." The woman disappeared into thin air as the banging started to happen once again.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 15:42:45</strong>
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				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>She closed her eyes as the room filled with light, it was way too bright for her eyes. As the figure appeared, Amber just opened her eyes to a squint to see the figure before them. Amber didn't shake in fear, but was amazed at what she saw. Wounds vanished from the injured, and then the message. An underground passage, and to trust Esther. OK so where was this damn passage, would have been nice for the ghost to have given up that information! <br><br>Still Amber looked about, what was it about this Esther that was so important? "Ok Esther, what's the deal? Who was your father besides a camera man? Or where is your mother for that fact? Why are you so vital to this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 20:34:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4415774#msg4415774">Quote from: lovelygirl on 24-03-2011, 15:42:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Amber</strong><br><br>She closed her eyes as the room filled with light, it was way too bright for her eyes. As the figure appeared, Amber just opened her eyes to a squint to see the figure before them. Amber didn't shake in fear, but was amazed at what she saw. Wounds vanished from the injured, and then the message. An underground passage, and to trust Esther. OK so where was this damn passage, would have been nice for the ghost to have given up that information! <br><br>Still Amber looked about, what was it about this Esther that was so important? "Ok Esther, what's the deal? Who was your father besides a camera man? Or where is your mother for that fact? Why are you so vital to this?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She screamed as the bangings continued, "H..Heck if I know..... I... I never met my mother..... I was told she died giving birth to me". She noticed the bangings seemed to stop and she started to relax, still visibly shaken but now that the screams were gone she was more relaxed. Crawling out of the bed she looked outside, it was daytime, "This is the best time to go explore, the ghosts a..are not that active during the day". She looked at all of them and then looked down, "S..Sorry I freaked out, I hate that man, I truly hate that scream".
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 21:04:50</strong>
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				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>OK so she started to over think again, "Esther have you seen pictures of your mother? What did your father tell you about her? Think, anything you can come up with. You have to have a connection to all this in some way." She needed the girl to give them any information she knew in order to figure this out. <br><br>"Ok if we go exploring, it's together, no one go off on their own." Amber looked right at the guys hoping they wouldn't pull some macho crap or try to be heroes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 21:10:10</strong>
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				She shook her head and sighed, "I told you, he never said anything he was always saying stuff like 'she was a great wife, she would be a great mother as well' he never told me much about her except that her voice was quite special and she had a beautiful singing voice, that is all". She shrugged looking out the window and pointing outside, "Looks like we are at the beginning part of this damn castle, look...". She pointed out the window where a huge entrance to the main castle is, "We...We are not even in the big castle yet..... this must be where the help rested or something like that"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 21:24:16</strong>
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				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>Ok something was up, Esther didn't know a thing about her mother, not even a picture. Esther had a connection to this castle and it just needed to be figured out what that connection was. <br><br>"So if we're in the beginning, why can't we just go out the way we came in? Wouldn't that just make this whole nightmare be over?" The quicker they got out of there the better, Amber wanted nothing to do with going further in the castle if they didn't have to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:12:58</strong>
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				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>All the banging and screaming was freaking the hell out of her, she didn't even want to open her eyes, let alone move. Until she sensed the super bright light and she opened her eyes to see the figure of a woman, what she saw next astonished her...all the people who had wounds were healed. At the mention of an underground passage, her interest was piqued and they were told to trust Esther..that she had a connection to the castle and Isis wondered what in the hell that was.<br><br>She nodded at Amber's question, didn't even know if she could formulate a clear thought until she calmed down a bit, she would be okay to look for the passage with them, but right now she needed to make sense of all the new information that had been presented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:17:55</strong>
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				Esther was astonished, she could not even believe that this castle had something to do with it. Taking a deep breath she began thinking, "I am related to this damn castle? what the hell.... for now I need to just find a way out of here". She looked around and sighed, "We need to leave this room, find some clothes for us and then leave the fuck out of here. I found some clothes on the floor in a room. She went behind the bed and took out the clothes that belonged to the two naked people, they were intact though and with everything on it, "one looks for a man, and another for a woman, I guess you two?. It's weird I found them near the end of this damn part of the castle. They are too big for me so I guess they are yours, take it".
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:33:22</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in the safe room</strong><br><br>Adèle could not believe what was seeing, hearing and feeling. This was a lot to swallow for her rational mind. She remained silent throughout, trying to collect her thoughts and find a new way to relate to this unpredictable world.<br><br>When she saw that Esther had found her cloths, the first true smile she had had since her encounter with the Killer Giant brightened her face. Here they were, all of them, intact. And there was even her commando knife and her swiss army knife, and the flash-light was still attached to her hat.<br><br>Quickly, she put back on her clothes. Now she felt much better. With the healing of her wounds, it was almost as if nothing had happened. She felt more confident.<br><br>"I'm all for leaving this place as soon as possible," she said. "But maybe we should first look through this room if there isn't something that could help us understand why it is so special. Maybe the repulsing power is due to a particular artifact... I mean... object? It might be interesting to take it with us? Or maybe we could find some information about this woman?"<br><br>And then she began to explore the cupboards, drawers, closets. She continued by looking at and behind the paintings, under the mattress. Wherever the former occupant of the room might have hidden something.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:36:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4417643#msg4417643">Quote from: AurelieCatena on 25-03-2011, 01:33:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Adèle, in the safe room</strong><br><br>Adèle could not believe what was seeing, hearing and feeling. This was a lot to swallow for her rational mind. She remained silent throughout, trying to collect her thoughts and find a new way to relate to this unpredictable world.<br><br>When she saw that Esther had found her cloths, the first true smile she had had since her encounter with the Killer Giant brightened her face. Here they were, all of them, intact. And there was even her commando knife and her swiss army knife, and the flash-light was still attached to her hat.<br><br>Quickly, she put back on her clothes. Now she felt much better. With the healing of her wounds, it was almost as if nothing had happened. She felt more confident.<br><br>"I'm all for leaving this place as soon as possible," she said. "But maybe we should first look through this room if there isn't something that could help us understand why it is so special. Maybe the repulsing power is due to a particular artifact... I mean... object? It might be interesting to take it with us? Or maybe we could find some information about this woman?"<br><br>And then she began to explore the cupboards, drawers, closets. She continued by looking at and behind the paintings, under the mattress. Wherever the former occupant of the room might have hidden something.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>you find a very old photo of a woman with a kid that looks a lot like Esther. In the picture the girl had black hair instead of blonde but it looks almost identical to Esther.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:40:52</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, showing the photo to Esther</strong><br><br>"Esther! Look at what I have just found! Could this girl be you? Could this woman be your mother? Would that mean that you are the daughter of that... that man? Oh my god!!!!!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:43:59</strong>
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				Kat shook her head, "N...No it cant be. My father was the most kind man alive, he gave me everything that I wanted and more, he will never look like the bastard who did this to me". She shook her head as she sighed, "N.. no It can't be.....". She groaned going to one knee and placing her hand on her head, "I don't feel so good". Her tummy was growling since the she could not eat the bar because of the events that happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:58:33</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, questioning Esther</strong><br><br>Adèle passed one arms around Esther's shoulders, trying to comfort her.<br><br>"There, there. Calm yourself... We are all very nervous and I quite understand what you can be feeling. But pray try to look at all this with a fresh eye. Can you be positive about the identity of your father? Do you have any memories of your mother? Have you ever seen any picture of her? Could this be the woman we see on this photo?"<br><br>Adèle looked again at the picture, more closely. She pulled the magnifying glass that was on her swiss knife and looked at the background of the picture, trying to determine if the photo could have been taken in that castle. Then she looked at the baby, searching for some mark of special character that could confirm of infirm that she was indeed Esther.<br><br><em>If Esther is that Monster's daughter, maybe that whole show&nbsp; was but a pretext to make the cameraman come here and bring her step-daughter with him. But what could the Killer Giant want to do to her. And why did he not do it when he had got her in his power?</em> she reflected.<br><br>"Esther, please, I believe it is very important that we understand what is going on here if we want all to get out of here alive and sound of mind," she told to Esther in a low, very calm voice. "Excuse me to bring these memories back to you, but please could you tell me exactly what happened with this giant ghost? What did he tell you? What did he do to you? Try to remember all the details. They might be important."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:06:23</strong>
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				She hugged her knees looking at the photo that the woman had on her hands, "I.... I never saw any photos of mother, father told me that they were too sad to keep around and just stored them away in a safe place. I never saw that place but searched around the house and I found nothing". Her eyes went wide when the girl asked her to remember the nightmare she went through, "N...no... I don't want to remember.... I don't...... her face went pale but then she shook her head. "I.... I don't know......he just pushed things in me.... a damn machine.... he did not spoke to me apart from telling me the three tests thing..... he.... he did told me something.... he told me that 'I look just like her' what do you think he meant by that?". She stood up but fell down on her bum and instantly went to cover herself, "F...Feels kinda weird being the only one naked in here...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:15:30</strong>
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				<strong>Isis with everyone</strong><br><br>She listened as Adele and Esther spoke to one another and knew that it would be horrible for Esther to have to re-live everything that had happened to her. Listening and trying to analyze what Esther was saying as she explained what had happened to her and what he'd said to her. <em>You look just like her</em>, hm, could mean what Adele is thinking is true.<br><br>Isis took off her sweater that was a little long on her so she knew it would cover Esther up. "Here you go, honey." She knelt beside the girl and handed it to her. It wasn't like she, herself, would be half naked, she was wearing a tank top under it. "It could mean that what Adele is leaning towards is true or it could mean nothing, you could just look like her...I don't know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:24:55</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, discussing with Esther in the safe room</strong><br><br>Adèle hugged Esther tighter.<br><br>"Tout doux, tout doux..." she said with a calm, warm voice. "Tout va bien. Calm down. Take this fleece. It's not mine. Bryce lent it to me. I guess he is not going to object if I give it to you." She wrapped the large vest over the naked girl's shoulders.<br><br>Then, to Esther's question she answered, "I don't know what he meant by that, but that's probably not important."<br><br><em>My hypothesis seems to be confirmed, </em>she said inwardly.<br><br>"You know, he did almost the same to me. He told me of five tests. But he also told that nobody survived or passed the third one. In my case, the third test consisted in being locked and bound with rats and snakes. I have them in horror. It looks like the third test is linked to our deepest fear. Somewhat like the room 101 in Orwell's 1984. I shiver at the idea of what tests 4 and 5 could be..."<br><br>Adèle remained silent for a moment, still holding Esther tightly against herself. She sorting out all the information she had gathered. Why did Esther's step-father never showed her any picture of her mother? Why did she not find any picture when she looked for them... Might it be that all pictures of her mother had been destroyed? Could it be possible that she was currently holding the only one existing yet? Could it be possible that this was this picture that was keeping the ghosts at bay?<br><br>"You know what? This Killer Giant, he seems quite afraid by this room, or rather by its former occupant. I'm wondering if he would not be kept away by this photo. I have the feeling that it depicts her wife, the... uuuh... the angel we just saw. Maybe it could protect us as we go look for that exit?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:36:03</strong>
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				She looked at both woman giving their coats and she shrugged not moving, she was in no condition to move at all. She took a deep breath and nodded but still looking down, "T..Thanks...". She looked around for the candy bar and the water the guy had given her and crawled under the bed and grabbed them opening them up and she took a large glup of water before giving the rest to the woman who had the photo. She looked at the candy bar and took a bite out of it, it tasted good as she continued to eat all of it. Once down she slowly stood up and forced a fake smile, "I...I am fine.... let's go". She needed to be brave for them as well, they were in the same position as she was if not worst. "I think we should go to the main castle, they intended to lock you down so I really don't think you can escape the same way you came". Shrugging she looked at all of them then outside, "I...I really don't think a photo is going to keep us alive, whatever that angel was it appeared only in this room". A rather large thud could be heard outside then a cry, Esther did not seemed phased by all this as she looked outside. Taking a deep breath she looked at them, "I think you should rest for a bit, you been in here for quite a lot of time and I think you need sleep, I will stay awake since I slept a lot yesterday. Somehow this room makes it calm to sleep".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:49:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched Esther and it broke her heart to see someone so young that had gone through so much, she felt like she could kind of relate to her. She had only been a year older than the other girl when her mother had finally snapped and she was only two years older than the girl now. Isis knew it couldn't be easy to find out that you're possibly the daughter of a terribly sadistic and twisted serial killer. She glanced over to Esther as they all heard the sounds outside. "Are you sure you'll be okay if we rest for a little while?"<br><br>&nbsp;Isis knew she could run on adrenaline, and that she'd be able to fully function after not sleeping for 24 hours, she'd done it before, but it would help if they slept so maybe they could all calm down before leaving to find this way out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:59:04</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, trying to sleep</strong><br><br>"Esther, you are right. We should try to sleep, or at least to rest, while we can. Then we will make our dash for the secret exit"<br><br>She took a bite from the energetic bar that Esther had given her and then passed it to Isis. She then climbed on the bed, removed her shoes and her hat, and closed her eyes. She tried to relax, using her old trick of reciting in her head the first verses of the <em>Odyssey</em>. But this time, it did not work. She reached the 50th verse and she was still fully awake. But somehow it was relaxing her and she was resting a little. It was better than nothing. Thus she started again, but this time with the <em>Eneid</em>.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:07:05</strong>
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				<strong>Isis, trying to rest</strong><br><br>She took the energy bar from Adele to take a bite before handing it to Amber. They didn't have much food, at all, so they had to try to share it between everyone. Probably wouldn't last, though.<br><br>Isis balled her sweater up into a makeshift pillow and rested her head on it. Closing her eyes, the flashbacks were back...probably brought on by the traumatic events of the day, she almost opened her eyes screaming, but managed to only let a small whimper out. She hoped nobody heard it, her eyes stayed open because she didn't want to see it again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:13:07</strong>
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				Esther sighed as both of them went to sleep, she sat by the window and looked down. Trying to remember what exactly did the man do to her, what did he told her outside the normal. It was all too weird for her it was all too confusing. Taking a deep breath she looked at the photo and then outside, "Mom... just who are you?". She shook her head as she continued to look outside the first house of the castle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:33:46</strong>
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				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>The pieces were falling into place, Adele confirmed Ambers silent suspicions, Esther's&nbsp; mom was that Angel. Esther's father was the homicidal maniac ghost. Fantasic. As she took a bite from the bar that Isis passed to her, Amber watched as Esther moved to the window. <br><br>As Adele and Isis fell asleep, Amber moved to Esther. "Listen, that picture may just protect us, if that ghost is your mom, and that child in that picture is you, her spirit might just be connected to the picture.&nbsp; She may follow the picture no matter where we go in the castle. Don't worry we'll figure it out." Amber hugged her and moved back wanting to get the hell out of the castle.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 04:35:08</strong>
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				She looked at Amber and sighed nodding at her, "mmm okay I guess". She smiled as the woman went back to try and rest. Looking at Niko she took the dress and shook her head, "I am allergic to dust, if I put that on my entire body will be full of bruises and swell up but thanks anyways. I am not going to sleep, I cannot sleep with all what I found today, and there is no way you can convince me otherwise so just let me be for awhile please I need to think". She smiled and nodded at him reassuring him she was fine for now. She took a deep breath and kept looking at the pictures and then out the window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 08:09:57</strong>
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				Kevin nodded.&nbsp; Sleep would be good, but tomorrow would have to be the day they got out.&nbsp; There was no food here, unless they got lucky and found some of the food that the crew left behind.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Or the crew...</em> he thought morbidly to himself.&nbsp; A morbid grin came to his face, interrupted by the abrupt appearance of a woman standing over him.&nbsp; This woman had been masticated, chewed to hamburger meat.&nbsp; Her head cocked to the side, an eyeless skull stared into his bones.&nbsp; Kevin was paralyzed, unable to move as she got closer, the smell of sea water and diesel fuel filling his nostrils.&nbsp; The woman sat on top of Kevin, leaning close and whispering in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Was it good Kev?"&nbsp; The room started to fill with water, but he couldn't move because she was still on top of him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Jess... Move..."&nbsp; He mouthed, lacking the power breath properly.&nbsp; The broad sat still, her lipless face turning to a horrid grin.&nbsp; "Jess... Jess?"&nbsp; he didn't know a Jess.&nbsp; "JESS!"<br><br><strong>Kevin in the room, AWAKE</strong> <br><br>Kevin screamed himself awake, mortified at the vision of his nightmare.&nbsp; He choked on his spit, hacking up a storm before finally gagging and throwing up the food that he had eaten earlier.&nbsp; "Gauhhh.. GAH... Fuu-" he gasped out, eyes dilated in fear.&nbsp; His eyes moved around the dreary room like a man who had just escaped prison.&nbsp; This part wasn't a dream, but he was glad that that part was over.&nbsp; Tears came to his eyes.&nbsp; He searched his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.&nbsp; <em>I hope that broad isn't awake still.</em> his internal monologue started in.&nbsp; The last thing he REALLY wanted was someone asking questions about his past, when he didn't know about it rightly.&nbsp; Kevin lit up, savoring the sweet, sweet cancer as it filled his lungs with freedom.&nbsp; He held on a second, feeling a familiar burn, and slight pain from over smoking.&nbsp; When he released it, it was like a dream come true, his head already swimming from the nicotine.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 09:04:26</strong>
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				Esther looked over at him as he woke up from a nightmare and she could not help but grin, "Shhhh they are sleeping". She pointed at two of the females near the bed. Esther still had a very old picture in her hands as she looked outside. Her eyes seemed to had done a lot of crying since they were pure red but she seemed to be alright for now. She smiled and sighed looking outside, "Do you think it's really possible to get out of here alive?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 09:25:25</strong>
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				Kevin looked at Esther, glad that she was still stuck in the picture and not too interested in his doings.&nbsp; He looked over, relieved that the others were infact still sleeping.&nbsp; He scooted over closer to her so that he could whisper more effectively.&nbsp; He looked outside as well.&nbsp; Freedom looked sweeter than ever, and he wasn't going to have that taken away again.&nbsp; <em>Again?</em> the thought rang out in his mind.<br><br>He made his usual stupid, and brave smile, turning and facing Esther, stating in a morose manner.&nbsp; "Well, I believe alive is the only way we're getting out."&nbsp; He'd lived through mortar and fire, and gunshot wound to the shoulder.&nbsp; He'd broken bones and killed men, and fought incredible odds.&nbsp; There was no way he was gonna let some psycho freak fuck up his day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 09:39:35</strong>
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				The woman giggled as she looked at him, "I guess, I still cannot go through my head that the man who raised me, the perfect man who raised me to be who I am right now is not my father, this thing is. I know my hair color is natural black but how the hell am I still young and I appear on this picture, that is what troubles me the most. This picture was taken over fifteen years ago and here I am, looking just a couple of years older. This cannot be me, not in a lifetime this cannot be me". She took a deep breath and looked over Kathleens body, "Was she your friend? I mean one of the contestants? I am sorry for what happened to her, I hope I seen her before".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:08:47</strong>
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				Kevin shrugged.&nbsp; Kathleen's death was a mortifying reminder that everything that was going on was real.&nbsp; And he didn't like it.&nbsp; "I... Didn't know her."&nbsp; He began, short sentenced and somber.&nbsp; "She needed that money, badly."&nbsp; His stomach churned.&nbsp; "I think her name was Kathleen.&nbsp; So much happened that I can't really remember."&nbsp; He held his head.&nbsp; He eagerly lit up his last cigarette, puffing out another cloud of smoke.&nbsp; "Ever since I got back from war, I hate to see people die." He touched on her disbelief with a simple, "Well, considering all that's happening here, I wouldn't be surprised to see satan himself dance around in front of me."&nbsp; He took a good hard look at Esther.&nbsp; "And that thing isn't your father.&nbsp; The man who raised you is, and never forget that."&nbsp; Kevin's face contorted to something a cartoon character would look like and he said, "and, well, this guy is just like a homocidal sperm donor."&nbsp; His face grew into a smug grin for a moment as he plotted.&nbsp; "If I die here tho, rest assured that I'm going to beat the fuck out of his ass in the after life."&nbsp; His mortality didn't scare him.&nbsp; Just closed spaces.&nbsp; On that thought Kevin continued.<br><br>"I'm Claustrophobic too."&nbsp; He nodded his head, "I... heard you talking about it earlier.&nbsp; I'm also afraid of the water... but maybe not as much."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:15:41</strong>
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				She looks at him talking about how he went to war and everything and she just grinned, "Yea I can understand that, and I sure hope that I don't go crazy like the old tall dead guy". She shrugged as she kept looking outside and looked over at him stealing his cigarette and taking a small guff of it, "If I am going to die, I better die doing whatever the hell I want to do". She coughed a bit obviously not being used to smoke or nicotine but the simply taste of it made her tummy quiver wich made her give it back quickly, "Bah I don't know how you do that, smoke that thing".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:21:57</strong>
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				Kevin's face cracked a toothy grin, finally revealing his jagged teeth that he had tried so hard to conceal.&nbsp; He didn't care for the moment tho.&nbsp; "Well, I think you'll be fine.&nbsp; We're gonna stick together, and get out of this alive."&nbsp; He was confident, and he was strong.&nbsp; He smiled even harder about her smoking thing.&nbsp; "Well, it's not so bad.&nbsp; I got started because this chick I dated smoked, so I tried it in shotgun form."&nbsp; He stiffled his laughter, not wanting to wake the others.&nbsp; "It's, a good way to stay sane... and if we find anymore, I recommend you start, if nothing else, just for our stint in hells prison."
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:26:33</strong>
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				She smiled at him and giggled, "I guess your right, if we ever.....". Her eyes suddenly went white as she dropped the picture, standing up and walking to the door, "I am coming grandpa". She looked to be possessed by something she dropped even the coat protecting her as she walked out of the room opening the door and walking out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:30:30</strong>
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				Smiled for a moment.&nbsp; He was certain that he wouldn't feel happy again.&nbsp; He was hanging on her every word, when she suddenly went blank and dropped the picture.&nbsp; "What? Where the fuck are you going?"&nbsp; He watched her, slightly horrified at the look.&nbsp; "EVERYONE UP!" He yelled, running to catch her out the door, wrapping an arm around her waist to prevent her from continuing.&nbsp; "Get back in here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:33:10</strong>
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				She looked down and forcefully got his hands out of her waist and made enough force to almost break the bones as she pushed him to the ground, turned around and walked over a shadow of a huge man with a beard. Once she got near she turned around and smirked, "I love you grandpa". She giggled as she disappeared from sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:41:39</strong>
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				Kevin hit the ground hard, breaking his nose on the floor and blackening his eyes.&nbsp; He was still concious however.&nbsp; "FUCK!"&nbsp; The pain was too great, and everything blurred white.&nbsp; "MOTHER FUCKER!"&nbsp; He screamed, spraying blood as he rolled on the floor in the hallway.&nbsp; His bones were bruised, and the place where she placed her hands on his arm were marked with dark purple bruising.&nbsp; He spit, a tooth falling out in the bloody saliva.&nbsp; "FUUUUCK!&nbsp; COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!"&nbsp; He yelled as loud as he could, choking on his own blood.&nbsp; "Come the fuck BACK HERE!&nbsp; I'll kill you!"&nbsp; He dragged himself back into the room.&nbsp; She was lost to them for the time being, but once he bandaged his fucked face he was going after her.<br><br>His thoughts quickly rambled through.&nbsp; Grandpa?&nbsp; That couldn't be right.&nbsp; She was just worried that she was the daughter of that damned shadow.&nbsp; The pain slowly ebbed as his endorphines kicked in.&nbsp; He closed the door, coughing more blood up as he took off his shirt.&nbsp; "Everyone wake up."&nbsp; He doubted anyone could sleep through his screaming three seconds earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:44:04</strong>
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				(she did not hurt him that bad, just got him off and sent him flying across the room to the wall, he would not be bleeding just in pain)
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:45:19</strong>
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				((ah, but he fell down and hit his face.&nbsp; And the coughing blood part comes with having a broken nose.&nbsp; Really easy to do that really lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:48:15</strong>
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				(anyways lets wait for the others)
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 11:41:10</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in the safe room</strong><br><br><em>...Talia flammato secum dea corde volutans<br>nimborum in patriam, loca feta furentibus austris,<br>Aeoliam venit. Hic vasto rex Aeolus antro<br>luctantes ventos tempestatesque sonoras<br>imperio premit ac vinclis et carcere frenat.</em><br><br>Adèle was reciting the Aeneid's verses for the third time in her head when she suddenly heard a commotion in the room. Her eyes flashed open, just in time to see Esther shoving Kevin's to the floor and getting out of the room. She stood up, looking around herself rapidly, trying to understand what was going on.<br><br>"Esther! Where are you going! Come back!" she cried.<br><br>She leaped from the bed, shoving her hat on her head. As she bent down to get her shoes, she saw the old photograph on the floor. She grabbed it, along with her shoes and, without taking the time to put them on, she ran after Esther.<br><br>"Wake up everybody! Esther is leaving! We can't let her go alone!" she cried again just as she went through the door, hoping that the girl had not yet disappeared from sight.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 12:59:34</strong>
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				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>She had dozed only for a few moments when she heard the yelling. She woke to see Esther leaving as if she was not even there with them. <br><br>She roused Isis, "Come on we have to go, there's trouble. Something's up with Esther." Amber grabbed Isis' hand once more and ran with the others is pursuit of Esther. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 15:14:15</strong>
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				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>She heard all the yelling and her eyes were open before Amber woke her up. She saw Esther leaving and wondered what the hell was going on.<br><br>Isis ran along next to Amber as the followed Esther so they could try to get her to come back. God, they had to get out of here, she couldn't die in here...didn't want to die in here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 19:26:43</strong>
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				<em></em><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4419585#msg4419585">Quote from: AurelieCatena on 25-03-2011, 11:41:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Adèle, in the safe room</strong><br><br><em>...Talia flammato secum dea corde volutans<br>nimborum in patriam, loca feta furentibus austris,<br>Aeoliam venit. Hic vasto rex Aeolus antro<br>luctantes ventos tempestatesque sonoras<br>imperio premit ac vinclis et carcere frenat.</em><br><br>Adèle was reciting the Aeneid's verses for the third time in her head when she suddenly heard a commotion in the room. Her eyes flashed open, just in time to see Esther shoving Kevin's to the floor and getting out of the room. She stood up, looking around herself rapidly, trying to understand what was going on.<br><br>"Esther! Where are you going! Come back!" she cried.<br><br>She leaped from the bed, shoving her hat on her head. As she bent down to get her shoes, she saw the old photograph on the floor. She grabbed it, along with her shoes and, without taking the time to put them on, she ran after Esther.<br><br>"Wake up everybody! Esther is leaving! We can't let her go alone!" she cried again just as she went through the door, hoping that the girl had not yet disappeared from sight.<br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As you run to Esther a hatch open on the ground and you fall through. You land in what appears to be a small cell with the door locked underground.<br><br><br>Issis and Amber: You run to Esther and the floor opened and you fall through to what appeared to be a cage underground wich is locked as well, both of you are on different cages one next to the other[/i]
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 21:07:45</strong>
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				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>And went running with Isis after Esther, just behind Adele. She saw Adele disappear from sight, the floor just opened up under the girls feet. Before Amber could stop, the floor under her opened as well and she lost her grip on Isis' hand. Amber fell and hit the hard ground. <br><br>Her ass hurt as she hit hard. She looked next to her and saw Isis in a cage just like she was. "Are you ok, shit we should have stayed in that room. Fucking Esther, we get out of these cages, we get the hell out of here with or without her." <br><br>Amber looked over and saw a cell, but it was too dark to see if Adele was down there as well with them. "Adele? You here?," Amber whispered trying not to disturb what else might have been down there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 21:45:04</strong>
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				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>They were running after Esther and, all of a sudden, the floor disappeared from underneath her. She crashed to the floor and when her eyes finally opened, she saw that she was in a cage, looking next to her she saw Amber was in a cage next to her. "Damn, we should've stayed in the room. Ow, I think I cut my arm and my ass really hurts, but I'm fine. Are you okay?" That was when Isis saw the very slight amount of blood seeping from the cut in her arm and she tried not to look at it while she ripped some material from her tank top to tie it around it.<br><br>She had a feeling that this wouldn't be the worst that was going to happen to them in these cages and that thought terrified her, but she was going to try to stay strong or at least act like she was okay. "I'm down with that, have any ideas on how to get out?" Isis glanced over and saw that they were both locked and if it had been a room and not a cage, she would've been worse off than she was now. She scooted down towards the end closest to Amber and waited to see if Adele would answer or not...if she could even hear Amber. She didn't know what else was down here and the uncertainty of that made her feel a little helpless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 21:53:40</strong>
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				<em>All three of you are in the same room. There is also what appeared to be a body hanging from the ceiling, the body seemed to be moving but it is too dark to see who she is. She is naked and what appears to be a stick hanging from between her legs. All of the suddena light went up revealing the near perfect condition body of Kathleen hanging from the ceiling, what appeared to be a dildo with a stick beween her legs, marks of whips all over her body. A voice appears, "If you want to safe your friend, in the cage you will find a fucking machine, pleasure yourself with it and fill the small glass in the cage with your cum. When you do pour the content into the small container outside the cage, you have ten minutes. The lights went on and there was what appeared to be a fucking machine attached to the ground looking up, a glass in the corner of the cage and what appear to be come contraction outside with a small glass attached to the contraption. it looked more like a weight, the weight has to be the same in all glass for the cage to open. Also below Kat there is a pool of what appears to be acid and a countdown from ten, after ten seconds it started to count down.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 02:51:41</strong>
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				Bryce was sitting in the corner of the room, holding the <strong>fake</strong> body of Kathleen as close as he could to himself. He was up when Ester walked out with the shadowy figure, but remained where he was, not even bothering to help. It wasn't like he could anyway, watching Kevin as he flew backwards across the room.<br><br>When all of the girls had left the room to run after Ester, he still stayed behind as he heard the yells in the distance. "... Damn." He said simply before standing up with the corpse still in his arms. As Bryce spoke, he noticed the jacket that he had given to Adele was on the floor in the middle of the room. Harper walked over to it, and was going to pick it up, when he remembered that he was still holding the body of who he thought was Kathleen. The rich boy shrugged his shoulders before he toss the dead body to the side, it's head smashing up against the wall. "Finally... I was tired of holding that thing." Bryce said as he picked up his sports jacket and put it on. What he was really relieved of was not having to live the charade any longer. While the girls were around, he was finding it harder and harder to control his inner urges so it was best that they were away from him, even if it did come at the expense of their lives.<br><br>"Such a shame, though. Those girls were actually kind of cute. I'll miss them." The young man said as he knelt down to tie his shoe. As he did so, Bryce thought about how his attitude was rather casual considering the fact that the people he was just with had disappeared. It could be that all the adrenaline was keeping him from getting nervous, but then he remembered the other feeling that he was having.<br><br>Harper glanced from side to side, making sure that the remaining two that hadn't disappeared weren't watching before he reached into his shoe, pulling out an item, and clenched it in his hand as he stood back up. "I don't know about you two, but those girls are pretty much dead to me. You guys can go look for them and die if you want, but I'm getting the fuck out of here." With those last words, he left the room and walked down the hall, avoiding the trap doors in the floor.<br><br>{{It's probably for the best anyway.}} Bryce thought as he walked through the darkness, fiddling with a knife between his fingers. He was more caught up with himself rather than worrying about what was happening to the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 04:16:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4422049#msg4422049">Quote from: TheRomanticPerv on 26-03-2011, 02:51:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bryce was sitting in the corner of the room, holding the <strong>fake</strong> body of Kathleen as close as he could to himself. He was up when Ester walked out with the shadowy figure, but remained where he was, not even bothering to help. It wasn't like he could anyway, watching Kevin as he flew backwards across the room.<br><br>When all of the girls had left the room to run after Ester, he still stayed behind as he heard the yells in the distance. "... Damn." He said simply before standing up with the corpse still in his arms. As Bryce spoke, he noticed the jacket that he had given to Adele was on the floor in the middle of the room. Harper walked over to it, and was going to pick it up, when he remembered that he was still holding the body of who he thought was Kathleen. The rich boy shrugged his shoulders before he toss the dead body to the side, it's head smashing up against the wall. "Finally... I was tired of holding that thing." Bryce said as he picked up his sports jacket and put it on. What he was really relieved of was not having to live the charade any longer. While the girls were around, he was finding it harder and harder to control his inner urges so it was best that they were away from him, even if it did come at the expense of their lives.<br><br>"Such a shame, though. Those girls were actually kind of cute. I'll miss them." The young man said as he knelt down to tie his shoe. As he did so, Bryce thought about how his attitude was rather casual considering the fact that the people he was just with had disappeared. It could be that all the adrenaline was keeping him from getting nervous, but then he remembered the other feeling that he was having.<br><br>Harper glanced from side to side, making sure that the remaining two that hadn't disappeared weren't watching before he reached into his shoe, pulling out an item, and clenched it in his hand as he stood back up. "I don't know about you two, but those girls are pretty much dead to me. You guys can go look for them and die if you want, but I'm getting the fuck out of here." With those last words, he left the room and walked down the hall, avoiding the trap doors in the floor.<br><br>{{It's probably for the best anyway.}} Bryce thought as he walked through the darkness, fiddling with a knife between his fingers. He was more caught up with himself rather than worrying about what was happening to the house.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>You are walking in the darkness when you hear something click, the next thing you know something drops all around you and falls down through the floor. You appear inside a cage, the cage is hanging above a pool of what appears to be acid. Besides you is the body of Kathleen, still alive but unconscious. You notice the cage bottom is tied to a device in front of three cages. Inside the three cages are the three girls you thought that died. A voice speaks, "Now instead of one life you must save two, but now you will have to collect double the amount in order to save them both. You have twenty minutes". The timer on the wall reset to twenty minutes and started counting down slowly.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 10:18:33</strong>
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				Bryce heard the click in the floor. “Huh?” He said aloud as he looked down, trying to figure out exactly what it was. Suddenly the floor opened up and he felt a falling sensation that lasted until his side landed on a flat surface.”Ow…! Fuck that hurt!” Bryce shouted as he rolled around the surface he landed on, feeling it swing back and forth.<br><br>The rich boy looked around as he lay down, trying to figure out the surroundings of where he landed. He could make out the gating around himself, and was able to figure out the he had landed in some sort of cage.<br><br>Bryce rolled onto his stomach and pushed his arms against the floor of the cage to get up, but quickly fell back down with a yelp as he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. His head tilted to the side to take a look at what was causing the pain, and laughed as he saw his knife sticking out of his body. “Perfect…” He said, not bothering to put much of his voice behind it. The young man brought his right hand to the knife and gripped it tight as he pulled it out, screaming from the sudden pain of the knife leaving his body. “Yeah… It definitely hurts more going out…” Bryce said as he finally found the energy to stand his up in the cage.<br><br>Harper blinked as he observed his surroundings, and gave a laugh when he saw the girls in their cages. “Now this is just Karma.” He muttered, placing his right hand over the wound in his shoulder to apply pressure as blood flowed out. “Hey ladies!” He shouted, cringing shortly after. Even yelling too loud strained his bruised body.<br><br>The voice was then heard throughout the room, and Bryce seemed puzzled by its words. “What…?” He asked, confused by the whole situation that he was suddenly thrust into. His attention then shifted to the body that was next to his, able to make out that it was Kathleen’s unconscious body. It came as a shock to him considering the fact that he had thought that he was holding her dead body only moments before. “Well, that can’t be good.” Bryce said before looking down to discover the pool of acid below the two cages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 10:32:22</strong>
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				Kevin, now bandaged and shirtless, walked down the hall slowly, stick raised.&nbsp; He wasn't sure why he still held the stick, but maybe if he got lucky, when he died he'd be able to take the stick with him.&nbsp; "Okay... I have to get back downstairs...&nbsp; There's probably a clue down there somewhere."&nbsp; He scrambled to put everything together.&nbsp; Could this woman have been sent as a trap to lure them out of their safe room?&nbsp; Probably not.&nbsp; What was the point of showing them where the safe room was to start with?&nbsp; To fuck with their already fraying minds?&nbsp; <br><br>"He's out to get you Kev." He flinched at the voice, giving a small shriek.&nbsp; It was the voice of that... Jess woman.&nbsp; "Fuck you..."&nbsp; He said, backing down the hall, back towards the nursery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 10:38:09</strong>
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				<em>As Kevin walks out he suddenly sees the places were the traps were sprung. The house was looking more and more like a boobytrap ever since Esther disappeared. Inside the nursery was Esther, her eyes white and looking directly at his face, "mm I am going to revive grandpa, it's going to be so much fun to bring him back, don't you think?". She smirked as she pointed behind him where the shadow knocked him out cold as it sent him flying to the wall. Once he woke up would be in a very small dog cage. (To be continued in pm)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 13:18:20</strong>
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				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>Ok whoever this was had to be kidding, cum and they could free Kathleen? Honestly she didn't cafe about Bryce, he could fall in that vat of acid, would serve him right. Plus gather it in a cup? Christ this joker, whoever he was, was a prick to make them do this. <br><br>Amber seriously had to debate this, was it really worth it? She really didn't know Kathleen, and well Bryce, honestly it was a crap shoot. She looked to the other girls wondering if they would get on those machines. Even though it might mean freedom, then what? More torture? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 18:36:40</strong>
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				Bryce sat down in the cage, and ripped off the reaming sleeve of his undershirt, wrapping it tightly around his wound on his shoulder. It was rather hard considering that the pain in his left arm was great enough to keep him from using it. He’d have to wait until later when the pain went away. For now, it was up to his right arm alone.<br><br>Once he was done, Bryce noticed the timer outside of the cage. He pondered at what it was being used for, but he knew that it was never good. Bryce stood back up, and yelled back over to the girls in their own cages. “What’s the timer for?!” The young man asked, having missed the first half when they were told of the instructions for the test. All he knew so far was that his life was in danger, along with Kathleen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 14:37:04</strong>
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				<strong>Adèle, in a cage with Isis, Amber and Bryce in the same room</strong><br><br>Adèle shook her head. That had been a hard fall and now she was here sitting in that cramped, hanging cage. She could only turn around with difficulty. Looking around she saw Amber and Isis hanging in similar cages, while Katlee and Bryce were above a pool of acid where they would fall if nothing was done with that counterweight machinery to save them.<br><br>She had heard the voice too and was pondering what to do. Looking at Amber and Isis in their cages, they did not seem eager to use that machine either. Adèle's own pussy was still raw from being raped not so long ago by almost exactly the same object.<br><br>Considering the apparatus supposed to free Kat and Bryce, it seemed to be based on weight. <em>Maybe there is a way to fool it?</em> she thought.<br><br>She turned her back to Isis and Amber, lowered her pants and panties and carefully peed in the glass, filling it. Then she slowly let the content drip slowly into the funnel while looking at the contraption to stop as soon as it would seem to function.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 16:43:33</strong>
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				<strong>Isis in a cage, alongside Amber and Adele</strong><br><br>Isis heard what they must do and saw Kathleen and Bryce dangling over the acid, she didn't really know Kathleen, but she really didn't care if Bryce lived or died, she knew he probably didn't care about them one way or the other so why should she care if he lived?<br><br>She looked over at Amber and could tell that she was thinking just about the same thing. She whispered to her, "Amber, I know we don't care if Bryce dies or not, but Kathleen's probably been through so much at this point. What do you say, you wanna try?" She didn't know what the girl's answer would be, but it was worth a try, they were in this together. They may not really know each other, but they'd promised to stick together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 21:01:55</strong>
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				<strong>Bryce in the cage with Kathleen.</strong><br><br>Bryce raised an eyebrow when he saw Adele trying to pee into a bottle. “Oh… That’s what’s going on…” He said, looking back over at the clock. If it were any other situation where his life wasn’t involved, he might have admired the ghost’s attempt to embarrass the girls. Those years were usually far behind him, but today they seemed to be rushing out.<br><br>Harper shook his head, trying to free his mind of those thoughts. He noticed that the two other girls, Amber and Isis, seemed to have no interest in helping the cause. Bryce knew that they didn’t get along that well in the beginning so he kind of understood their reluctance in helping. However, he couldn’t believe that they’d let Kathleen die, being the fact that she was another female. A smirk appeared as he thought of the deviousness of the girls. Letting their supposed allies die for the fact they didn’t know them that well. The only reason Adele was trying was because he and Kathleen were the only ones who were able to help her when she was trapped underground. Bryce was actually grateful for that, and would try to remember that if he made it out of the situation alive.<br><br>The young man then focused his attention to Kathleen as she lay in the middle of his cage. “Well, it looks like it’s just you and me, stuck in the shit… It always seems to be you and me stuck in the shit.” He chuckled, and leaned down, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, wake up.” Bryce started to say as he shook the girl. It only seemed right that if they were going to die that she’d be awake for it at least. Who knows, maybe she’d even find a way out. He knew that he couldn’t.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 21:23:42</strong>
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				<em>The pee does not have the same density, the weights change a little and that only cause Kathleen and Bryce to come a little bit closer to the acid. Kathleen does not wake she is bleeding from the back of her head a little like it was a head wound that caused her to be out of it.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 22:21:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber with Isis and Adele</strong><br><br>She looked to Isis, "He's gonna have to make some damn concession if I do this to save his sorry ass. Smug shit." Even as Adele tried to trick the machine, Amber liked up atthe cage where Bryce was.<br><br>"Alright here's the deal Bryce, in order to save your sorry ass, we three have to get off from these machines and fill the cups with our cum. Now, really tell us why we should go through that for you? Wha will we get out of it?" Amber thought, what I they did this and it still was a trap and didn't work? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 23:19:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Bryce, with Kathleen in the cage.</strong><br><br>Bryce stood up from Kathleen and sighed, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get her up. He could feel the cage slowly move downward, and his attention went over to the clock as it continued to tick down. For a moment, he thought that he’d actually die there. Then he heard Amber’s voice coming from the girls’ cages.<br><br>He turned around and looked over to her, listening to her request. A chuckle came from him. {{These girls really are devious.}} He thought. “Well, you’ll get my undying devotion of course. Plus you won’t have the fact that you let two people die weigh on your conscious.” Bryce smiled widely shortly after speaking as if he wasn’t even trying to get them to help him.<br><br>Finally, his face got serious. “If we make it out alive… I’ll give you each the prize money that was promised to you before this whole ordeal began.” Bryce told them. He wasn’t sure if money meant much now, but if they did make it out, eventually they would need to focus on their regular lives. It’d be easy for Bryce because he was rich, but he knew that the rest of them actually had a need for the money.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 05:22:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>Really he was making this too easy to refuse him, that was until he offered the money to the girls. Amber was smart though, it was his life, not&nbsp; theirs hanging in the balance. "Triple it, for each of us, guaranteed, plus any psychologist visits we may need after this, fully paid, plus the rest of the time, you act as scout for the rest of the time in here."&nbsp; She looked to Isis and Adele wondering if they wanted to add anything to the deal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 05:30:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>Isis listened to Amber and nodded slightly. Apparently, Bryce was rich and he could probably afford all of it and more. <em>I would've never thought of adding those in,</em> she thought to herself. "I don't have anything to add, well, I can't think of anything right now. That sounds good." She waited for Bryce's answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 05:34:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Timer is on 17:09</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 05:53:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce smiled as her heard Amber's demands. He took joy in seeing her riled up like that. It seemed like she was always clinging to Isis, so he had forgotten that she actually had a voice of her own. She knew that she was in a position of power, and it was obvious that she was using it. It was enough to make her moderately attractive to him because she had the looks, despite all the visible stress that the house had put of her.<br><br>As for the demands themselves, they weren't anything that Bryce couldn't handle. "Done." He told her simply. Bryce then looked over at the clock as it read 17:09. "Well, the clock is ticking girls. 17 minutes can go rather fast, so if you really do want all of that stuff, I suggest that you get to it." Bryce said to them.<br><br>It didn't bother him that he had to make a deal with them. He made deals all the time for his company. Sometimes he'd benefit the most, others not as much. This time he felt that he was going to be able to benefit the most. Bryce would get to keep his life and have a great view for the show that was going to start soon. Win, win.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 09:23:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, caged along the others</strong><br><br>Adèle cursed as her trick failed. Then she heard Amber making her offer. She was a somewhat flabbergasted to hear her list those mercantile conditions in such a life and death situation. She was always surprised to see how greedy some peoples could be. But what surprised her even more was to hear Bryce accepting the deal.<br><br>"Bryce, I don't need your money. All I want is that you swear to do your best to protect me and&nbsp; rescue me as long as we are in this damned castle." she offered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 09:43:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce's attention went to Adele, the only one he knew wouldn't try to milk him for anything. "I know you don't Adele. You said it in the beginning that you weren't here for the money, like myself." A genuine smile was on his face for once as he spoke to her. Maybe it was because Adele always seemed genuine when she spoke to him.<br><br>"I promise." He told her. "But if I die later on and you still make it out, that counts as me protecting you." The rich boy joked. His eyes glanced at the timer to make sure that there was enough time. Bryce then looked at the other two girls. "I'm waiting. The money's not going to put itself in your bank accounts." He said to them, expecting it to get on their nerves. If it did they'd be more predictable than he though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 19:52:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber pondering</strong><br><br>Ok so Adele had better morals than her, but she was broke, and if she was going to get out of this, she needed that money. "Bryce, could you out of the sake of dignity,&nbsp; not watch us? I mean none of us know you, and if you don't watch, I won't bilk you for all your money." There was still the humiliation factor, she didn't know him from Adam, and she really didn't want him watching her do such a demoralizing deed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:03:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Kathleen began to slowly wake up from her state. She tried to move but the fact that she was hanging became apparent. Looking down she saw the pool of acid and her eyes went wide. Looking around she saw Bryce besides her in a cage with a loose bottom and three girls on cages, "What the fuck.... damn it hurts....." her body was hanged for a lot of time and her arms were starting to give up to the pressure. She looked up at them and groaned, "Kill me..... please kill me......"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce sighed. "Awww... But that was supposed to be the fun about it. I think it would be better if I died." He joked, yet was starting to sweat from the heat of the acid as the cage got closer. "How about if I do it along with you so that you aren't embarrassed?" Bryce laughed again, although he wouldn't mind if that's what they decided. "When you really think about it, though, I'm probably the one in the power position. If you let me die, the ghost is never going to let you out of here. Or, another option is that I become a ghost in this house, and I'll make sure that you TWO get royally fucked in every sense of the word. Or both." Bryce had straight look on his face. "Basically, I'm less of a threat you alive than I am dead."<br><br>He paused for a moment, looking over at Kathleen as she began speaking. "You shouldn't talk, especially with words like that. You need your strength. He lost focus on the other girls, and was focusing on Kathleen. "We're going to get you out of here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:28:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>At that very moment she hated him. She was trying to be nice, to try&nbsp; to keep some dignity, but he was right he was in power, and she despised him for it. <em>You're doing this for Kathleen, not him</em>, she told herself as she undid her jeans and kept quiet. She looked up at the clock and got on the damn machine, blocking out any more snide comment Bryce would shoot down her way. <br><br>She eased down on it and let it get to work, trying not to think of anyone else around her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Timer is down to 15:50</em><br><br>Kathleen groaned as she shook her head, "I...I don't want to get out of here, I want to die. He will come get me... he promised me he will never leave me alone.... please kill me.... ".&nbsp; She looked up to her hands and sighed, she could most likely get out of here but it would make her practically useless because she had to give up her arms to do that. She looked down and groaned, looking at the timer she sighed, "G..Girls you have fifteen minutes left..... Do you think you will have enough time to save him? then start doing whatever it is you have to do please.....".<br><br><em>The machine started to push a fake cock in and out of Ambers pussy. Whatever wetness she got was absorbed by the machine and the glass would fill little by little. Due to the fact that the dildo was sucking on all the juices the machine was very painful since it did not had any lubrication.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:40:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>Isis listened to everything and she knew exactly how Amber felt, she had about $200 to her name and that wouldn't last very long at all. So she undid her jeans and slid them down, unlike Amber, she didn't care if he watched or not...she needed this money and was now determined to do, pretty much, anything to get out alive. She slid down onto the machine and grimaced as she felt it moving inside of her. She was no virgin, but she didn't like being basically forced to do anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:45:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce knelt down and picked up his bloddy knife on the floor of the cage, contemplating if he should have put her out of her misery. "No he won't... We can get you out of here and far waya from this place." Bryce told her, trying to be reassuring. Then he stopped, and got close to Kathleen so that he could whisper to her. "Plus... If I start, I don't think that I'll be able to stop" He whispered, gripping his knife tightly.<br><br>The he heard the machine start up, but he wanted to make sure that Kathleen had calmed down before he focused on anything else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 20:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I am so weak..... I tried to fight him.... he always had the upper hand..... I don't feel so good....." Kathleen closed her eyes as she dropped out of consciousness once again. This time her body hanged limb and there was no signs of her waking up anytime soon. The blood on the injury on her head was still dropping blood to the acid, there was a thin line of blood coming from her head all the way down to her breasts and pussy and then dropping down to the pool of acid.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 21:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, hey! Stay with me!" Bryce shouted, smacking Kathleen's face lighly to get her back. It seemed useless though as he noticed the blood dripping for the wound on the back of her head. "Where's those damn bags when you need them?" He reached into his pocket, and took out his lighter before stepping behind Kathleen to get a view of her wound. "I guess that I'm going to have to do this the old fashioned way"<br><br>As Bryce spoke, he flicked his lighter on and held the knife above it, heating it up. "If you can hear me, this might hurt a little bit." He told the unconcious girl. The young man was fairly tall so he managed to reached her wound, holding the hot knife inches away from her head wound. Bryce gulped before he finally pressed it against the wound, making sure not to cut her even more with it. A sizzling sound could be heard, and Bryce cringed just thinking about it. He wondered if the pain would be enough to wake her up again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 17:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, in her cage, raped by the machine</strong><br><br>Adèle too pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. Then she knelt over the machine and lowered her butt until she could feel the metal dildo pressing against the hair on her crotch. She spread her lips with her fingers and cautiously pushed some more. She wanted to get the object smoothly and slowly into her but suddenly the thing sprung to life and penetrated her in one move.<br><br>"EEEEEP!!!" she screamed as the thick dildo entered all the way up to her cervix. And then it began to move up and down at a constant speed, rather too fast for her comfort. It was sucking all the wetness she might produce and thus the whole act was increasingly painful. She was grunting and squealing in rhythm with the machine as it moved inside her.<br><br>She tried to dismount her to get some relief, the cage was not high enough. She realised that she could only escape the nasty mechanics once it would retract low enough, as it had been when deactivated. Adèle grabbed the cage bars above her head and she pulled herself as high as possible so that the dildo would not keep banging into her sore cervix. Her knuckles got white as she clenched the bars so tightly.<br><br>Alas, the dildo just followed her move and kept raping her as far as it could do, sucking from her vagina all the water it could get. She could feel the object getting warmer and warmer as it rubbed against her dry inner walls. By now she was screaming in agony. She driven mad by the continuous, mechanical, relentless ramming of her pussy. It was horrible and the fact that there was no way to avoid it was even scarier.<br><br>Through her tear-filled eyes, she tried to see if the glass was filling correctly, but her own legs were preventing her from seeing it. She clenched her teeth, the muscles of her arms bulged as she kept herself up, and she kept her eyes locked on the slowly-down-counting timer, hoping the machine would at least stop once the time was elapsed. She was no longer caring for Bryce or Kathleen. All she wanted now was that horrible dry rape to stop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 18:13:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber in the same dilemma </strong><br><br>This machine was horrible, it was draining her of any lubrication while it thrust in and out of her. She ears Adele screaming, and Amber tried not to scream, but it was painful. Her insides were burning and she felt so ripped raw. <br><br>Amber closed her eyes and prayed it was going to be over soon. Even as Kathleen asked to die, it was too late as all three girls were now mounted on those damn machines that were ripping them in two. <br><br>Amber matched Adele's screams of agony, "Please let this end," she panted hoping the damn cup would fill soon and the agony would end. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 18:25:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>There were tears of agony and regret in her eyes and they rolled down her cheeks to hit the bottom of the cage. Every bit of wetness that Isis produced to try to help the process was greedily taken away from her to result in a dry and friction-filled fucking, she hated it but knew that it wouldn't stop until her body did what it was meant to. She wanted to die, but she wouldn't give whatever the hell it was the satisfaction of just giving up this easily.<br><br>She heard the other two screaming and bit down on her lip, trying to not to match them, Isis could taste the metallic taste of blood in her mouth which was not very good for her as she was pretty much terrified of blood. This little amount was enough to make her close her eyes and let the flashbacks start. The screams, she then let out, weren't screams of agony, but screams of terror as her mind tried to just close down to stop what she was thinking about...the damn machine wouldn't let her mind do that, though. The girl was tortured by two things, at once, and all she wanted to do was get this over with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 20:38:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The machine continued to dry the woman out of their wetness, the water slowly getting filled. However it was not getting filled fast enough for it to ensure safety to the two trapped up in the ceiling. Just as the counter hit 00:00 metal doors covered the acid and both of them were lowered to the metal doors. The hook containing Kathleen arms broke free and it went up and the bottom of the cage opened dropping him just a few feet down and the cage went up as well. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 20:48:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>Her eyes were closed and over the combined screaming of herself, Amber and Adele, she heard something that sounded like metal and she opened her eyes. The vats containing the acid had just been closed, Kathleen and Bryce had never really been in any danger of being dropped into it, the three women had just been tricked!&nbsp; "Oh, you motherfucker." Isis said weakly as the pain fully came back to her and the tears were now ones mixed of pain, fear and anger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 21:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br><br>As the timer reached zero, amber looked on as the metal covered the acid vats. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Amber slid off the machine and did up her jeans. "Bastard, whoever this damn ghost is." She was sore as hell and wasn't even sure if she should be moving. Still they had to get on with it, and she winced and grimaced with each step.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 21:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The doors of the cages opened however below lovely and gag hatch leading down opened sending them further down. The aim of the ghost seemed to be to split them apart and he was doing just that, getting them insane so hey have no other choice but to kill each other when the secret was revealed. (GAGA AND LOVELY I will send a message to you both, going to pm's)</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 21:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isis</strong><br><br>Isis was just about to say something to Amber when the floor opened up beneath her and when her eyes opened her again, she was strapped into a type of gynecologist's chair. She couldn't move her head and she wasn't looking forward to this, but she knew she'd have to endure it because there was no way that she was dying in this chair or in this hell hole. All she wanted to know was where Amber was and if she would be going through the same thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 21:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Amber</strong><br><br>She took a step and the floor opened under her, sending her into darkness. She fell hard and was knocked unconscious as she hit the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>She woke and couldn't move. She was strapped to a chair, prone and exposed. she could tell she was naked and wanted to scream. She didn't know if she was alone or not, and she was terrified. Amber pulled against the straps as she spied sex toys and torture equipment on the wall close to her. She wanted out of here and she wanted out now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 12:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adèle, in the cage room with Katleen and Bryce</strong><br><br>As the bottom of the cage opened, Adèle fell through and landed hard on the floor, just next to Katleen and Bryce. She hastily readjusted her panties and pants before kneeling next to Katlee who seemed unconscious. She rubbed her face gently and then pressed her ear on the girl's chest, trying to hear her heartbeat.<br><br>"Kat? Do you hear me?" she asked softly. And then, to Bryce, "Bryce, do you have any first aid skills? I'm quite at a loss here..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 22:24:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat opened her eyes and she groaned in pain as her arms were throbbing because of the length of time she was hanged by them. She looked at the woman and she could see three woman, her sight not being the best right now. She then looked at the three copies of the man and shrugged, she stayed quiet as she tried her best to calm down, she could feel her head throbbing as well in pain as she tried her best not to scream out, even if she wanted to her throat was too sore by now from all the screaming she had done earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: F.E.A.R. (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 10:14:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bryce dropped from the cage, falling over once his feet hit the floor. "Ow!" He shouted, pushing himself up from the floor. This was the second time that he had fallen, and it wasn't a feeling that he was fond of. As Bryce steadied himself, he saw the angry looks of the girls. "Well... How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? I really thought that I was going to die."<br><br>Suddenly, before Bryce's eyes, the girls had dropped through the floor. "Crap!" He shouted moving to where their bodies fell. Part of him felt a little relieved to have those judgemental eyes off of him, though.<br><br>Then Bryce noticed Adele over by Kathleen's body. He went over to join them, but wasn't really sure how to answer her question. "She doesn't seem to have any open wounds on her body other than her head, which I managed to close. The rest of her pain will mostly be from the exhaustion of all the torturing. She needs rest, as well as water if we can find one of those bags." He explained, a little upset that he couldn't do more.<br><br>Once he saw Kathleens eyes open, he knelt down next to Adele to see how she was doing. "Hey you... I told you that we'd get you out of there." Bryce grapped his sports jacket, covered in blood from his wound, and put it over Kathleen's body to cover her nakedness.
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