Below [Sho and Khoraz]
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				Title: <strong>Below [Sho and Khoraz]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 22:07:17</strong>
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				It had been so long. So long in the stillness of the dark room, unable to feel even the stalest of stale air washing over him, trapped and unmoving. If he flicked his pupils up he could see the darkness above, and if he looked to the side he could see the flagsones of the room, covered in dust. The occasional cockroach or rat would scuttle by, but they avoided the huge, flawlessly-shaped block of what appeared to be glass, or perhaps plastic. He as utterly immobilized, trapped as though time had stopped when he had fallen in, unable to see anything going on.<br><br>It had been so long since he had heard footsteps, and he craved even that sound, despaired that he would never see any more light than just that thin crack of guttering fluorescence under the door. <br><br>It was hell.<br><br>He deserved it, he supposed, or that was what his captors had claimed. Unable to control or kill him, they had locked him up, put him in the one place where he would likely never be found. He remembered when the museum was being built two hundred years ago, just a small building then. He had been put here, down in the lowest levels, sealed away and even when the building had been retrofitted with electrical wiring his room had been left alone. <br><br>He was suspended as if laying on his back, one hand hovering over his mouth, long-nailed hand suspended above his face The other hand was lifted as though he might be reaching for something, his legs stretched long, right knee bent slightly upwards. His face was beautiful in a way that few human faces were; pale and narrow, with long, almond-shaped eyes, dark pupils wide in the dark and almost hiding the lovely honey color. His hair was long, straight, and dark, caught in waves of motion about his face where he had been frozen. <br><br>He was naked, though a red cloth of the thinnest cotton floated around him, just barely concealing his long-limbed, slender frame, covering only the most indecent sections of his white skin. He was so very desperate to move but doubted he even could, now, lips caught in a permanent parted position that gave the impression of him being just about to say something. <br><br>A rat ran by, freezing as it approached the block. It tottered away for a few steps and squeezed under the door, back feet flailing, only to drop dead just a few inches short of the door. Served it right, he thought, feeling the last few heartbeats of the desperate creature. Filthy things. Nowhere near enough energy to offer, and certainly not capable of the sort of fear that humans were. He would have sighed if he could have, but instead was stuck seeing a faint red twinkle, a hint of light catching the red stone dangling from a delicate gold chain in his left ear.<br><br>&nbsp;Someone, he thought, Someone, come to me. Please. Let me see a human. Let me see a real life, a beating heart. Anything but this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Below [Sho and Khoraz]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 16:36:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.xtreamyouth.com/xy_articleimages/cuteguy1.jpg)</div><br>Working in a museum was a dream for Jensen. He had been passionate about history since the day of his first project on Vikings at the age of six, and his desire to learn more only grew as the years drew on. He loved knowing how much people had changed over the centuries, how they had adapted and grown; how the land had changed with them. There was always something new to discover, and not a day went by that he found himself bored.<br><br>His passion shone through in his academic studies as well. Throughout college and university he was seen to receive high honours and glowing reccomendatiosn from his tutors. He emerged from his school life a full-fledged historian, ready to teach others the subject that was so dear to his heart. <br><br>Unfortunately, he had to begin at the bottom. Working as a tour guide might not have been the most exciting job he'd hoped for, but it was the experience that mattered most - meeting people, showing them some exhibits and answering questions were all important traits if he'd ever hope to become a teacher. He was happy enough being around the artifacts, and the money was enough to make him relatively comfortable. <br><br>It was always a pleasure when the museum closed for the day. When normally bustling halls were quiet and Jensen was left to wander almost as he liked; checking for any wayward tourists who had gotten lost on their way out. Strictly speaking he was supposed to leave the building at sixish, but most evenings he would linger for the odd hour or so; the aging security guard trusted him enough that it was never an issue, and he could look around as he liked...<br><br>Almost as he liked.<br><br>He was always strangely forbidden to go into the basement of the museum's hall. He also wasn't in possession of a key to the place, despite being able to go everywhere else. His curiosity had bubbled and grown for months, until one evening he decided to make the plunge and have a peek. Most likely there would be future exhibits below that should be secret - all the more reason for him to look!<br><br>He took the owner's keys from their ssfe spot under the receptionist counter and made his way to the innocent-seeming door. The key was fitted, clicked, and Jensen pushed it open with a small smile of excitement. Carefully he shut and locked it behind him to ensure he wouldn't be discovered, before he made his way down the rickety stairs.<br><br>It wasn't what he'd expected. All dust and cobwebs and cold. There were no crates, no drapes hiding statues... if anything it looked like it had been abandoned and untouched for decades. He forwned, rubbing the sleeves of his white shirt as he felt slightly cold as he emerged into the main basement room, blinking across st a large block in the middle of the room.<br><br>"Hmm..." It was covered in grime and dust to the point that nothing could be seen of it. Jensen assumed it was a box or a crate, and walked to one side to lift a large rag from one dirty shelf. He coughed at the dust cloud that wafted over him as he rubbed at the front of the block, eventually revealing a small slice of what was inside.<br><br>"Ahh!" He cried out in surprise, jumping back as a pair of eyes were revealed. After a moment he breathed heavily, scolding himself for jumping at a statue before returning to the block, cleaning off more of the grime from it's surface. "What is it...?" He mused, frowning as more of it was revealed. It looked like a human... but what was it encased in? Maybe a model of some ancient deity?<br><br>He furrowed his brow and stepped back once he'd cleaned all of the dust away. It looked like nothing he'd seen before... how exciting!<br><br>He stepped closer once again, peering at the narrow and attractive face before tapping lightly on the strange material.
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