Kumori and Amei

[Danielle]

Kumori and Amei alone in the asylum. I think I'd like to start with them separated, but I dunno what to do other than that.

[soulknight18]

It might be better that they were together at first, but then got seperated, it might be interesting to have brent encounter amei or kumori first while the monster is still occupying the other character.

[Danielle]

Hmm, good point. Knowing Brent, I think it might be better for him to meet Amei. Especially since she can't really fight Simon. Though, also it might be interesting for Kumori to meet Brent, while Amei's being chased. Yea, I think I'll go with that. So, we'll start with them together, then they get separated and Kumori meets Brent while Amei's running away from Simon. Sound good?

(sorry for rambling a bit, but ideas needed to be run through and I left it there so you'll see what I was thinking in case you have other ideas.)

[soulknight18]

yes, that is fine by me, if you meet any problems, will hault the rp momentarly before proceeding. but now, let us begin.

okay, I'll start off the scene description.

Beyond the busy streets and sparkling lights of a sleepless city displaying regular atmospheric security for mundane mortal whims of the casual matropolus lifestyle, was a much darker, more dismall place. Smaller in comparisen to a major populace, but far more treacherous and insidious, and yet, JUST as restless. Many have forgotten this location and left it to rot within its own putrid foundation after its grusome demise from a ruthless fire...whether it was accidental or intentional it made no difference, for this place, once was a safe and nuturing enviroment for the mentally sick and the suffering scared, is now a bleak den of an evil creature that sings in the screams of insanity and dance in the blood of its unfortunate victims...

far from the city was a vast forest, split off by a single highway that serves as one of the few exits and entrances out of the populace. The trees were actually quite beautiful during the high of spring, their leaves were vibrant and lush with emerald life; fat from feeding off the warm rays of the sun...but now, in the dead of fall, the night of hollow's eve creeping on the final day of october, the trees were left barren and desolate of all of their green foilage. The muddy ground beneath their damp trunks had already consumed the fallen leaves, as if the very land had casted any sign of life away. It would seem to have succeeded, seeing as how that, not only were the foliage gone, but the forest was void of any sound of animal activity, nocturnal or otherwise, like some instinct or overwhelming impulse drove them away from their territory during this time of the year. Perhaps to those who are spectacle, that might seem natural since most animals do migrate depending on the seasons...never the less it still left an eery, almost haunting atmospere. The only sound that detached dead silence from the nightfell woods was the comming droplets of a heavy and cold rain.

As the night reached its darker hours, the clouds thickening to blot out the moon, the only source of light that could have provided for any lost traveler, the rain had proven relentless and unforgiving as it turned from a gentle drizzle, to pounding downpour. Great veins of lighting followed by the bone rattling booms of thunder soon ensued, and the chilling air had sunk to another 5 degrees. However, for anyone that would seek refuge, a cave or a stationary cabin would be nowhere to be found...but there is still that place. If discovered, there is a single gravle road, a wet and rocky path that leads straight to an area closed off from the dead woods with a brick wall peramiter, its only entry way is a single gate where its black bars and weak chains had been corroded by years of rust. Above the gate was an arching sign that read a single word that suggested the name of the estate as it read with patches of rust on its metalic service, "HAWKINS"

For those that are familiar with the town's history, there was a rehabilitation penitentiary back in the early 50's that was created to help psychologically nurse the insane and mentally disabled. Like how the trees that hide its property from the neighboring city, it too was once lively and peacefully safe...but then...things changed, patients were becoming less sociable, results of mental recovery where degrading, and soon the penitentiary was changed to an Asylum for violently deranged psychopaths, then the facility was shut down forever after the fire came and destroyed almost an entire wing. After that, what was left of the estate was now just an empty building, its electricity cut off, its water drained, everything was taken away, nothing remains...but thats what makes it strange. Nothing? How would the be strange? for a half destroyed abondoned building with no proper maintenance that has been left to endure the forces of nature should have been a perfect nesting ground for rats, a cultivating paradise for vegitation, a free buffet dinner for termites...and yet, there is still nothing. No vermin scurring across its marble floors, no moss growing over its walls, not even the smallest of insects dare go inside this place...why? Perhaps for the same reason why there are no animals in the woods, something is driving them away, they sense something that compells them to retreat and flee away, that denies any kind of plantlife to grow near it, everything inside its walls is now dead. The hedges that were once trimmed so neatly had been reduced to little more than twigs, the once lush green grass is now grown and prickly, absorbed into the mud to join the leaves, and the gardens, its flowers once tended with careing, gentle hands had whilted and withered long ago.

But deep inside the asylum, something yet still stirs, something that had driven all feral creatures away and had denied any life to sprout from the dark tainted dirt that surrounded its home. Now it craves, it hungers, it lusts for blood and the first sound of an intruding step tapping gently against the hard dusty floor, aroused its compulsion...a preist would pray to God's mercy, but this place, this dark, this deathly place, had been forsaken by God long ago...

[Danielle]

(Wow. Just.. just wow... I'm not sure if I'm shivering from cold or from the creepiness of this right now. I only just have to point out that OF COURSE it's raining. Because you can't have a scary story (or RP) without that. XD)

Kumori was hesitant to walk into the asylum, seeing how empty and creepy and dark it was. But, it was pouring out and she was soaked to the bone. And, more importantly, so was her little sister. The poor girl was shaking all over, partially from being cold and soaking wet but also from fear. She clung to her older sister's side, hoping for both warmth and protection. "I'm scared..." she whispered, looking all around with big eyes.

"I know." Kumori said, picking her up. "But, at least we're out of the rain... That's good, right Amei?" She forced a smile, trying to appear calm. She had gotten good at staying calm over the years, but this place was somehow making it harder. Something about this abandoned building, with the name "Hawkins" was scaring her more than she'd been scared in a long time. The only person who usually scared her now was her master, and she was far away from him. Or so she hoped. She sat down by the wall, holding Amei on her lap. "Get some sleep." she whispered, gently rubbing the girl's back. "You need it."

Amei nodded slowly. "I'll try..." she responded quietly, her voice echoing slightly in the empty lobby. "He won't find us here, right?"

"I don't think so..." Kumori told her. "I think we're far enough away. Now, get your sleep while you can. We'll leave as soon as the rain stops."

[soulknight18]

(Rain is one of Horror's best friends. To use rain in a story is a justifiable reason for the characters to go into a place that would be dangerous, because, believe it or not, most people would do this in a real life situation. rain may seem harmless but if you add in the other factors, a cold night, and its the middle of fall, being exposed to the rain for too long could result in dying from hypothermia. But wait, you see a building that could provide dry shelter, though your better judgment tells you to stay away, but its instantly snuffed out by your instinct for self preservation. So yes, its used alot, but it remains effective and justifiable.)

As the two girls laid their heads against the plastered dry walls, the relentless bombardment of rain drops pounded away outside like an endless applause to the thunder's rumbling symphony. And yet, despite all the chaos nature was cunducting, the inside of this building they were in seemed...oddly tranquil, like as if someone with a remote pressed the mute button. The two girls were granted a peaceful rest that seemed it would last the night...then, like a sharpened blade, the silence was cut by a rusty squick that seemed to follow a pattern. It instantly opened Kumori's eyes faster than her own alarm clock would. The sharp screaching seemed so insignificant, but the sound was becoming so madening for some reason. Then it raised in volume, it was coming closer, maintaining its slow paced rythm, but from where? the shadows, even for the girl's vampiric eyes was unable to visual detect the source, she had to only rely on her ears, then, suddenly, creeping out just enough to see, was in fact an old wheelchair slowly that had been drifting aimlessly from the right of the lobby, coming from a large corridor with a directional sign that read plainly, "East Wing." That seemed natural, the building itself was built upon a very low hill, the wheelchair, probably forgotten by some remover who was careless with their job, failed to recover this wheelchair, and it mustve finally gave way on something to allow it to slowly ride down to the lobby intil it finally stopped near the center of the lobby...

[Danielle]

(I know. I never said it was bad to put it in there. Nor is it unjustifiable. It makes sense, which is why so many horror films (or stories) use it.)

Amei, who had been already frightened coming in here, was now even more scared. Being young, her brain didn't come to the rational conclusion of even something as simple as the building being on a slope. Instead, she immediately thought of the ghosts and monsters that haunted her nightmares. Or, even worse, what if their master had finally found them and was just messing with them before taking them back to the bad place, as she knew it, and punishing them there in the most painful and embarrassing of ways. In her fear, she started to cry.

"Shh, shh... It's alright, Amei." Kumori whispered, holding her sister close. "It's just a silly old wheelchair. See? Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing your big sister can't handle." She smiled reassuringly, despite the feeling of dread building up inside her. Something was coming, but she didn't know what or when. She could only hope that she would be able to fight it and protect her sister from it. Or, at the very least, stall it while the younger vampire ran away.

[soulknight18]

(Oh, sorry, I didnt mean to sound crucial if I was. I was merely just concurring with your observation and statement...and I like sounding smart...lol XD)

Just as the the older sister managed to quell their disturbia with rational logic, it would have seemed that there was indeed nothing to dread...and then, at the most possible, deepest, depth of silence, a weak, metallic rattling overtook the wheelchair infront of them, then, with a small, but ear wrenching screach, the padded wheels rolled in parallel to one another and the chair rotated towards them slowly, causing the screech of rusted metal to grind at a painfully lingering pace until it was it was positioned infront of them. In that moment it was like as though someone, or something was stiring it, the sick, choking feeling that it was stareing right at them. before they could react, the chair, as if someone had started the engine of a sports car, rolled straight at the sisters with unnatural speed, giving them no time to evade until suddenly, with the loud crack of thunder rolling in the dark skies, the sisters found themselves in a cold sweat, panting, fully awake...but no wheelchair...it was just a dream? Perhaps.

(Also, I'm glad you think that this is creepy, this is kinda the reason why I had all the other RPs haulted, so that I can focuss all of my creative writing into this.)

[Danielle]

(lol, I think everyone likes sounding smart. And, yea. I think it would be too tough to have you be doing all of this PLUS the other RPs.)

Amei, who had just stopped crying, started once again. "I.. I'm scared..." she whimpered. "Make it stop. Please, make it go away..." She looked up at her sister, absolutely terrified and shaking with fear.

"Alright." Kumori picked up the young vampire, still shaking herself. "We're getting out of here. Now." She slowly stood up and headed for the door. But when she tried to open the door to the outside, it wouldn't budge. She tried pushing and pulling, not quite sure which way it was meant to go but it still wouldn't open either way. She pushed harder and harder and even tried the other side of the double doors, but nothing worked. They were trapped.

[soulknight18]

As the girl continued to desperately open the doors, threatening to even resort to ripping it off from its hinges, she soon slowly realized that she felt her hand suddenly very warm and wet...then as she removed her hand from the handles, the fluid clung to her hand smelling oddly familiar, almost a fant copper scent to it...it was blood. then, as lighting illuminated through the windows in the lobby for a moment, the vampires could see that the doors they were yanking and pulling so urgently onto was oozing with dark red blood, bleeding through the cracks and seaps of the old wodden doors like a giant wound. then, in another flash of lightening, the blood was gone, even kumori's hands were as clean as before with not a single drop on her palms...perhaps it was just her own paranoia getting the best of her, or maybe it was just her stomach trying to tell her something. Did amei saw the same thing she did or not?

[Danielle]

(Just so you know, blood smells like iron, not copper. It also tastes like iron, mostly. 'Cause that's what's in blood. Unless you said copper on purpose. In which case, good job making a nice little difference that I'd have to notice.)

"Did.. did you see that...?" Kumori asked, backing away from the doors. "Amei, did you see that..? Or smell it? With the doors?"

The young vampire looked up at her older sister, still sniffling. "S..see w-what..?" she asked, confused. "I.. I didn't see anything. Or smell it. D-did something happen? Is it ghosts? Or-" She hesitated, whimpering a bit. "Did.. did He find us..?"

"I don't know." Kumori said softly. She pushed Amei behind her, backing up into the empty corner. "Go away!" she shouted at whoever or whatever was doing this to them. "Leave us alone! Please, just.. just stop it!"

[soulknight18]

(yes, dani, it was intentional. I am fully aware that blood contains iron, though technically, copper and iron do have similarities. Ever heard of an aloy called Cunife, its a copper alloy thats consists of cobalt, nickel, and iron. If you try to taste a penny as well as a nickel, they both have similar tastes. Try looking up some literature about the description of the scent of blood, lot of them say both copper or iron.)

Her empty demands ran their course and the dark corridors were silent once more. The cold, dead, quiet air lingered like mist as lightning flickered light through the windows every so often. The silence lasted what seemed like forever, the vampire's instincts were screaming at them to run, flee, escape by any means necessary, but then, though it was small it was enough to startle the sisters, the faint sound of a creeking door was echoing in the corridor just around from where they were standing, it was the same corridor that they wheelchair rolled from...well, so they thought they saw a wheelchair. Turning around to notice the direction sign once again, reading the same words, "East Wing" atleast that seemed real enough. When the opened door was spotted, hangling loosely opened from its hinges as it swayed slowly from an apparant wind that was wisping through...like a waving hand, it swung weakly back and forth by the will of the cold breeze, as if it were beckoning them.

[Danielle]

(hmm... Okay. Didn't know that. but, also wasn't sure if it was intentional. I only thought of it after I wrote the first part. XD)

Although she was frightened, the older of the two sisters could only think that perhaps there was an exit in that direction. After all, the doors here weren't working. And, maybe whatever was scaring them was somehow confined to this room. It was only wishful thinking, but it was the only chance they had. She took her sisters hand, keeping her close as she walked toward the swinging door.

Amei stayed close behind her sister, even more scared. She didn't want to go into the corridor and leave the relative safety of the room where they could, at the very least, see all of their surroundings. But, she at least agreed that their might be an exit if they explored. So, despite her fear, she followed Kumori into the east wing.

[soulknight18]

(its fine.)

Inside the door way lied what appeared to be a small room with two beds of white sheets surrounded by their own curtains, though the second one was completely shreded, like some giant cat had mad it its personal scratching post. The room itself didnt seem to well together either, two of the tiles on the ceiling were missing, leaving only black square holes looming over their heads. The floor was just as filthy as the outside marble in the lobby and corridors, but...there seemed to be strange black splotches near the in random areas, like something had spilled here, but was never cleaned up fr god knows how long. Near the right side of the room appeared to be a wooden desk with a closed cabinent above it, next to that, a small counter with a sink that had one of its nobs missing. The source of the wind was comming from a small gab in the wall between the two beds, leaving them in a chilly atmosphere. After enough observation, it was clear to assume that this was one of the smaller infirmaries of the Asylum, probably a place where newly transfered inmates can be examined first before sending them to their appropriate cells.

Glancing back at the desk, there was what seemed to be a small picture frame of a man. However, the massive crack that was centered on the man's throat left it to be less endearing. The man in the photo seemed middle aged, showing the first signs of a bald spot, but behind his thick glasses was a pair of gentle hazle eyes. It seemed like a simple picture, the man was just stareing at the camera with a soft smile, perhaps this picture was taken by his child or wife. However...it seemed strange, WAS there a photo frame on that desk before the two entered the room...?

[Danielle]

After noticing the frame, she found it strange. Had it been there when they walked in? She didn't remember seeing it. But,of course, she could have just not noticed it. Curious, she walked over to take a look at it.

Amei followed close behind her, look around nervously. Her head turned toward one end of the room, then the other, just waiting for something or someone to jump out and scare them again. She was starting to think that it might just be someone playing a prank on them, but the dark and eerie aura of the place kept her from ruling out something more spooky and supernatural like ghosts or demons or even possibly another vampire, like their master.

[soulknight18]

Though the photo's presence seemed abnormal for the current enviroment they were in, it seemed to be nothing more than that, a glassed frame photo with a massive crack of the neck area of the man. However, the lighting and thunder seemed to die down for the moment, which meant their only source of light, though was undependable to begin with, is now gone. Even for their vampiric eyes, it was like trying to peer through an inky mist, the two sisters could barely see 10 feet infront of them. They needed light, they didnt know why it seemed so necessary, but something in the back of their heads was itching at them profusely to produce any kind of illumination. The only places they could look were a single droor standing next to the shreded bed, two of its slots were completely empty, as if the droors were yanked from their hinges, and then there was the cabinet above the desk.

[Danielle]

(stupid internet... I made a nice reply to it and it didn't post... Grr.)

Since she was already at the desk, Kumori decided to look in the cabinet first and then the single drawer by the bed. Being tall, she had no trouble reaching the cabinet. But just before she opened it, Amei shrieked. She turned to her sister, worried. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, frantic.

"I.. I thought I saw something..." The younger vampire whimpered, clinging to her older sister. "I.. I dunno... It's so dark... I'm scared, Kumori." She sniffled, trying not to cry. "Please.. find a light or something..."

"I will..." Kumori said, understanding her sister's fear. She smiled kindly and turned back, petting her head gently as she opened the cabinet.

[soulknight18]

After the cabinet doors opened with a faint creek, inside was sign of good fortune; there was a heavy, metal flash light. The silvery surface of its cylintrical exterior felt cold to the touch. In a moment of prayer, and the click of a switch, the sisters' worries were releaved when it turned out its batteries were still working as the bulb inside the lense lit instantly, shining its wide beam across the room. Then, just when they could relax a little, the light from the torch caught something on the wall infront of them...It was no mistake it was blood, but that wasnt what disturbed them the most but how it was smeered on the plastered surface, in vulgar handwriting that outstretched nearly 2 feet across read in fresh, dripping, scarlet fluid a single word..."Whores"

[Danielle]

"No..." Kumori said in a whisper, pulling Amei close as the young vampire started crying.

"Please... stop it..." Amei begged through her tears, clinging to her sister's side. "Kumori, make it stop. Make them stop!"

The older vampire picked up her sister, swinging the flashlight around the room in an attempt to find who did it. "Who are you?!" she shouted, trying to get past her fear with anger. "Who the hell are you?! Why are you doing this to us?!"

[soulknight18]

As she flung the torcxh around the corners of the room, no one was responding to her cries. Atleast not vocally, When the vampire turned her light to another wall in an attempt to find the one responisble, she only found the same word, written in blood, but multiply repeated in different sizes. 1 became 3, 3 became 5, 5 became 10, then 10 became 50. When The two sisters had spun around around the room completely they soon realized that the everything was written in blood, from walls to the floor, the ceiling, even the curtains concealing the beds were stained with the red vulgar words. Some of them used different lettering but the meaning was all the same, "Whores" "Bitch" "Cunt" "Sluts" it was written everywhere, but how could they have not noticed till now? surely they wouldve, even in the bleakness, no, who ever did this, they had to have done it very recently, who ever had done this was still in the room RIGHT NOW...

Then, proving their suspisions...they heard a clear distinctive sound...a sound that made their ears rattle and their skin crawl...the sound of of multiple sharp objects dragging deep into the hard marble floors like nails against a chalk board. when the torch's beam was pointed toward the source of the sound, they were met with the horrifying site of claw marks being currently etched into the floor, stretching out closer, and closer, and closer towards them.