тне ноυsе оf мιdиιgнт || Ассертιиg || Sемι-lιт

[geinkotsu]

Behind him? Kenton couldn't say he expected something to be there, but honestly he was a little scared now. "Running would be good, I would very much like to run!" He said, grabbing her wrist and moving for the other boy so they could all exit the hallway, but suddenly stopped when the small creatures seperated them, coming towards him. In any natural circumstance, maybe he'd be intruiged by the little bugs, but he was definitely horrified.

Kenton whipped around, trying to see behind him to see if there was a way to run in that direction, but instead saw the trickles of dark ink spreading from the cieling, the bugs rushing around and under their feet. Okay, there had to be a logical explanation. Logic was comforting. Logic would prove to be the right course of thinking. Right? He suddenly heard a terrifying noise of the floors giving out beneath the other male, he turned to look and there was nothing but a black hole in the floor where the other had been. Okay, running might not be an option now, but he did not wish to stay stuck here either, waiting to see what this substance proved to be.

Even now the floor was groaning under then, creaking in caution as Kenton kept a firm hold on Clare's wrist.

[Complicated game]

Clare yelped like an injured dog at the black things. She gasped when the boy fell though the floor and was slightly distracted as she wondered if she dared to suggest what tickled the back of her mind. She looked down to the black creatures, feeling a lump in her throat as she forced herself not to scream. She was never afraid of bugs, but these things weren't bugs, whatever they were. Her mind raced as she tried to think her way out of the mess. Where could they go? Up was out of the question, and the bugs seemed to block them, and she didn't want to anger them more. What was left? There was no window in sight or stairs. All there was, was a hole and a painting. She cursed herself, but it was the best she could think of. "Jump!" She commanded. "We might be able to break the floor again. Jump!"

[geinkotsu]

Kenton threw a skeptical glare at her, "Jump!? Are you mad!" he shouted at her command. His cast his blue eyes to the dark hallway, okay maybe she had something going there. They had no way out except for down... but he feared that dark possibility laying bellow. He cursed under his breath and decided to follow along with her order, leaping up and stomping down on the weak floor boards. Almost immediately he felt himself falling, the entire section of the floor breaking away in a horrid grind and screech.

He had not anticipated the sudden fall, his grasp failing and releasing her wrist. Kenton tried to reach out and grab her hand. In this second, he was much more worried about her than falling to his inevitable death in this saturated darkness bellow. However, as quickly as he had lost his grip, they had been shrouded in darkness.

[Complicated game]

Clare screamed again. She hadn't anticipated the floor to give out so soon. The noise made her feel sick because it was a sound she could only compare with the sick cracking of bones or an animal being slaughtered. She felt Kenton's hand vanish from her skinny wrist, but Clare was suddenly hit by the question of what would be below, and that she had about half a second to decide what to land on. Would the back give more surface area or would the force be better to go though her shoulder? Wait, how could she be worried about that? She and two others were falling into a black hole under a haunted house. She couldn't afford to be selfish. She felt her shoulder take the first of the blow and she made a pained noise as the air was knocked from her lungs. It took a few moments of wheezing before she gained enough air to speak. "Is everyone alright?" It came out slurred, but she was satisfied with what little she could manage to huff.

[~Sebby-Chan~]

I cant believe this rp died out.....

[iva wolf]

(Ah,it seemed really promising...Well,one last go won't hurt anyone)

|| Byal || age of 15 ||With Clare and Kenton in an underground level of the house

The boy lifted his eyelids slowly and gazed into the nothingness.It was completely dark in the room in which they had fallen into.Only the hole in the ceiling provided a small amount of light,yet not enough to give him a quick idea of where they had winded up in.Lifting himself to a sitting position,Byal noticed there was something beneath him.Something soft and delicate,very gentle to the touch.Grabbing whatever it was and lifting it towards his face,he discovered it was flower petals.He had fallen into a pig pile of red rose flowers which had broken his fall.
"Ah,I'm alright."he answered,once he heard the girl from the corridor's voice."What about you guys?"
Looking around the room they had fallen into,the boy's eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness and the shapes of something big in the center started getting visible.

[Complicated game]

(Hey, it's a haunted house rp. Who says you can't raise the dead?)
Clare shook from cold, fear, and adrenalin all at the same time. "J-just a little shaky. I'm fine otherwise." She sat up but winced, a small squeak of pain coming out as her shoulder burned. She swallowed past a lump in her throat and felt her shoulder. "Scratch that. I think I dislocated my shoulder." The current pain was bearable, but she shuddered as she thought of the pain it would be for it to go back into place. "Where are we? I can't see!" Her brave face had shattered. When was she last this scared? Never. Simply never. She forced herself up, ignoring the pain. She was just being dramatic. She had to be. She felt around, looking for a match or switch or whatever might light up the room. She could feel bruises forming, naturally. They were going to be pretty beat up after a fall that long. "How far do you think it was?" She asked.

[iva wolf]

|| Byal || age of 15 ||With Clare and Kenton in an underground level of the house||

"I don't know,but I don't think you should move around until your eyes get used to the dark." Byal answered Clare.
He could feel his left side hurting for some reason and presumed it was because of the fall.The boy placed one hand on his head as it pounded,trying to comprehend the situation.This was an unusual house.Placing his left hand on the wall,in order to have support,he carefully got up and tried once more to see through the darkness.So far he could only make out figures and shapes.There were three which stood out:that of the boy who was still on the ground,that of the girl who had began walking about and that of the big object in the middle of the room.
"I'm pretty beat up myself but you should avoid moving if you feel like you can't.I can't really see straight but I can make out the figure of something in the center of the room.Maybe there's some flashlight in there if it's a case.I'll check it out,since I'm use to feeling pain."he spoke once more and began walking through the small piles of flower petals towards the object "My name's Byal,by the way.And you?"
Once he had reached his goal,he placed his hands on it.It felt like he was touching very smooth wood,crafted by skilled craftsman.Moving his hand lightly across,the boy could feel the thin layer of paint on the surface and as his hand went towards the center,there was some sort of obstacle,like something had been glued atop of it.Using both of his hands,he made out the shape in his mind.
'A cross?...God,please,don't tell me this is a...C-c-coffin.' Byal thought as he froze in his place.


(So,what should there be in the coffin ? I was thinking something like,there would be a switch in the coffin,placed there in any case the dead person were to wake up and wish to get out.The swift would open a secret door.Or,instead of a dead person,inside could be some doll-human which needed a key to wind it up.And when it gets winded up,it becomes a living being.)

[geinkotsu]

{{OH gosh! My apologies for dissapearing like that. I tend to be very forgetfull. If I do that again, slap me in the face with a pm.}}

The last thing he remembered, was the abysall fall into darkness trying to capture the other's hand in some hope to save her from whatever lay beneath- or atleast break her fall a little. He could hear something, swirling in his dark caverned skull. Echoing dully in his ears, as if the sounds were being obsorbed into a wall of water. Kenton tried to open his eyes, but to no avail. It was only dark... His mind swirled, trying hopelessly to peice together what just happened. The floor... The floor had caved in... how... Where was he!? Where was the girl- was she alright!?

A soft groan passed from Kenton's lips, which felt almosted glued together, slowly coming to. The smell of damp earth and stale dust wafted over his senses. He realized he was laying down, although as if there were rocks or something under him, the same spots hurt. Leave it to him to land in the pile of rocks. What caught his attention was the stinging at his side, his arm moving away from his chest and fingers brushing over the sticky and warm substance, then just a centimeter over to feel a cool object, his fingers traced up it, feeling the point, slightly slick. Holy crap... He could have died!

He sat up, the sounds of his scuffling not hard to hear. His hands went to his head, that swirled uncomfortably with a tinge of nausea. His head felt like it had been split open by an ice pick. His hands inspected his body futher. Jacket, slightly torn, slightly torn shirt, ache here and there. Upon his inspection, he found he was intact. No missing limbs or broken bones, not to his knowledge.

"I dearly hope it is not just me that cannot see, I'd hate to be blind..." was his first words, said hoarsly and rather quietly. As if some form of delicacy should be delt to the pitch black room. "The hell did I land in..." his hands ran along the cold ground, feeling what felt like chipped stone or earth and some pebbles rolling under his hands, coming over a much smoother, strange surface. Rock? His hand ran down it's length, feeling the smooth curve and the substance, as well as the strange little cavern. His stomache rolled. Not a rock! He scrambled to get up, stumbling over the items strewn under him. He knew what they were but hoped to god that substance was his own blood.

"I hope to god we are not missing someone..." he said. No detail needed given, because if they were missing someone, they were dead. Even if it wasn't either of the three, it was still high time he wanted to get the hell out of here. Dead body, fresh or not, meant get out now.

[Complicated game]

(Not sure on the coffin thing. Surprise us! Hehe. I probably would have put in a zombie.)
"Oh," Clare scratched her head with her good arm. "Yeah, I guess we skipped right onto the jumping into a black pit part. I'm Clare, and that's-" She heard Kenton. "KENTON! Are you alright?" She hobbled over towards his voice, giving up on trying to find any light. "You- vet alt isbjorn fretan! Why did you let me do that? Sure, things are surrounding us. Let's jump until the floor gives out." Her voice became quieter and she muttered something bitter under her breath at herself. She reached out, her hand hitting Kenton in the face. She muttered a sorry and scooted sideways. Somehow she managed to find all the bad stuff in the dark. People, trash, cats... "So is everyone alright?" She asked, seemingly over her bout of anger. "Nothing more than a few bruises?" She knew a little about first aid, but she was worried. If something happened she didn't know how to fix... "Give me a second. I might have something that gives off light in my bag." Everything inside her bag at least seemed intact aside from a pair of sunglasses she could feel tumbling around. It was times like this she was glad she always had it on her.