foolishwren: where the water is gray and the clown is scary (take me down to the sewers of derry)
Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2013-10-29 07:55 pm

110. [Action for NIGHTMARE EVENT, backdated]

The low moan of the wind was practically alive in these drafty stone corridors, and the sound of her boots on the floor seemed almost deafening.

And it was cold.

Those were a few of the many differences between this and the Otherworld, which had been cramped and often grotesquely warm, with her footfalls echoing only dully on the dusty (or sometimes meaty) floors.

It wasn't really a question of which she liked better, because frankly, she didn't like EITHER.

But the similarities were, weirdly, more comforting than the differences.

She stopped as a non-windy sound drifted towards her from down the hallway, her steadily-bouncing flashlight beam stilling.

That was something that was similar. The light by her collar (not in her pocket this time-- but close enough) and the knife in her hand and the familiar buzz of adrenaline to sharpen her senses and mind.

And the creatures, whose eyes were now visible, gleaming in the gloom ahead.

They were perhaps, the most familiar of all, even though it had been years since she'd seen a real one and not one of the magical creatures inhabiting her new home. Magical creatures that she, in fact, was LOOKING for now.

But these weren't Pokemon.

And they could be killed.

Her grip tightened on the knife and she started forward once again.


[OOC: This is a catch-all log for all the nighttime adventures Heather had in the Nightmare Castle, whether it's fighting monsters or finding her Pokemon. Open to all, feel free to start any scenario you want. Doesn't have to be connected to the prose above!]
lieutenantantichrist: (I'm there like I always been)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2013-12-09 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Blake glances at her in surprise.] You serious? Creepier than...

[He waves his hand, meaning, Creepier than someplace with real, live, hungry fuckin' monsters shuffling around?]

[Open door now, weird kid's life story later.]

[He grabs the knob.]


Now!

[And yanks with everything he's got.]
lieutenantantichrist: (you seem awfully happy today)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2013-12-11 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Hah!

[Blake barks joyful satisfaction. He hops back from the broken door and grins at Heather.]

We showed that son of a bitch who's boss.

Now, that's gotta be the way out. They wouldn't've locked it so tight if it did lead somewhere good.
Edited 2013-12-11 10:40 (UTC)
lieutenantantichrist: (all these mopes in bracelets)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2013-12-13 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Blake goes in ahead of her, weapon at the ready, like the man is supposed to.]

Yeah, I've been in some lunatic hoarders' places.

[He peers down the dark hall. A finger of cold breeze from nowhere brushes against his neck. His hand grips the curtain rod hard. He makes his voice steady, dammit.]

There was this one with a closet, the thing had at least six padlocks. Not little wussy bike locks either, big ugly metal things that could hold down a Mac truck. Like Al Capone's vault. The guys sawed it open, while this lady's screeching and howling, and you know what it was? Dog food. Pounds and pounds of it, twenty years old.

[He stalks down the hall, eyes sweeping back and forth, ignoring the shadows that don't stay in the right place.]

Didn't even have a dog.
lieutenantantichrist: (I'm just a humble motherfucker)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2013-12-15 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yep. Saving it for a rainy day. Never know when you're gonna need six tons of Kibbles N'Bits.

That's not even close to the craziest I ever ran into, either.

[Blake ducks slightly to get beneath a crucifix hanging from the ceiling.]

Work as a cop long enough, you see everything.
lieutenantantichrist: (that's why we can't win)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2013-12-18 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods firmly.] Everything.

[He looks around. Blind corners, shadows, a weird quality to the sound so it's hard to tell if that muffled noise is footsteps or your imagination.]

It tells me to get the hell out of here.
lieutenantantichrist: (a life - you know what that is?)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2013-12-24 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, we're good for lots of things. Take any of those guys who complain about the pigs all day long, and see who they call when their car gets stolen.
lieutenantantichrist: (why'd you even let him in the game)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2013-12-30 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Hear wh--

[There it is. Low, but definitely not his imagination.]

[His voice drops to a hiss as he brings his makeshift weapon to the ready.]
The fuck is that?
lieutenantantichrist: (happy now bitch?)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2014-01-01 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[That jabs him right in the pride.] Like hell!

[He's not cowering behind a teenage girl, goddamn it!]

[He shoves past her, brandishing the pole]
lieutenantantichrist: (why'd you even let him in the game)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2014-01-07 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus fuck!

[Blake's eyes go wide and round. Terror smacks into him like an iron pipe.]

[The thing in front of him should not exist. It has no fucking right to be there, huge and wheezing, dripping rain.]

[He doesn't think. He just swings the curtain rod with everything he's got, right at where the thing's head should be.]
lieutenantantichrist: (and I keeps one in the chamber)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2014-01-12 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The people who think he's trying to stop Jesus are even worse!]

[When he hits the thing, the whap reverberates all up his arms.]

[The thing barely notices.]

[It smiles at him, and says in a friendly human voice, It's been a while, Carter.]

[And, faster than anything should be able to move, it's coming for him.]

[Blake yells and strikes out wildly with his weapon, over and over]
lieutenantantichrist: (why'd you even let him in the game)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2014-01-17 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Some of those aren't landing where they should.] Goddammit, get out of the way!

[As her poker goes high, he jabs his low, trying to run the sharp end of the rod through the thing's gut with strength born from desperation]
lieutenantantichrist: (call the shot)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2014-01-19 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck!

[Blake barks it out desperately as he falls back with the bulky, wheezing thing on top of him, crushing him.

Caaaarteeeer

you'll help me again won't you


Blake yells and punches it in the face as hard as he can. It squelches under his fist and hardly moves. It breathes damp cold over him.

for old time's sake

In desperation, Blake grabs the curtain rod in both hands and tries to jam it sideways as a bar across the thing's throat. If it even has a throat. He strains to push it upwards enough that Heather can get free]


Heather, get the fuck out of here!
lieutenantantichrist: (why'd you even let him in the game)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2014-01-22 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Out of the corner of his eye, Blake sees Heather get out. Good timing. The thing's too heavy and too strong, and god, he's tired.

His arms weaken, and it sinks closer, cold rain dripping on him. All he can think of is how this isn't any of the dozen ways he expected to die.

The thing goes stiff.

There's something sticking out of its neck.

It makes a wet gasp that turns into a shriek and bursts into cold mist.

Blake goes flat on the floor, panting for breath and letting his weapon fall to the side. He can't grasp how he's alive. He's left shivering on the stone and staring up at the darkness. His voice comes out barely above a whisper.]


Jesus. Jesus Christ.

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