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Post by npc on May 21, 2010 0:51:35 GMT -5
Dirt and grime choked the moss trying to grow, thick and slimy, on the dungeon walls. Mold cracked the mortar between solid stone blocks on three sides, broken only by rusted iron lattice of a gate. Yellow lantern-light flickered through the bars on the door, casting a ray of light over three bodies lying prone on the floor from where they had been carelessly thrown.
Further down the thin corridor, one could see nothing but blank stone and evenly-spaced lanterns. If there were cells nearby, their occupants were one of three things: unconscious, mute, or --
dead.
A closer look into any of the cells would reveal the state of said inhabitants... former inhabitants, as it were. The smell of rotting flesh still hung in the air like a nauseous wave, and if any were conscious to care, they likely would have gagged on the stench. At this level of the dungeon, cells were spaced far enough apart that, if there were any words to be exchanged, they would need to be screamed.
And the scream would alert one of many animated humanoid creatures, fashioned as if skinless, sexless humans. Muscle squelched sickly as one of them turned to glare into the cell, its fingers dripping with mucus and water. At this level of the dungeon were those that had been dressed as if they belonged, but as the red-haired sorceress made her way down the narrow corridor, raising a single hand to pat one of her creatures on the head as if it were a pet, she paused before this cell.
"One of these things is not like the other," she remarked conversationally to the creature as if it could understand. "The idiots who serve me apparently seem to think the serving staff belong with the royalty." One crimson fingernail pointed to the young woman still clad in a slightly-worse-for-wear waitress uniform lying still with her head resting on the man’s chest from where she had been thrown. "Those without money belong in the lab, like you." Lightly, she caressed the creature’s skinless head and frowned. The cell’s other occupant, the younger Asian woman, also lay atop the man, one hand splayed around his neck.
"Obviously my living servants are too weak if they threw the man in and used his body to cushion the women’s falls." Fingernail ticking against her teeth, she scowled and nearly dug her other hand into the soft mass of not-flesh covering the creature’s skull. "As if women were dolls that would break." Sniffing once, she released the creature’s head and moved on without giving the occupants another thought for the moment. After all, a cell was a cell, and as long as it held those it was supposed to, she saw no reason to separate them as of yet. First, she would be having violent, ruby-red "words" with her associates. [/blockquote]
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Post by Anica Popescu on May 21, 2010 9:23:35 GMT -5
Anica groaned and slowly cracked her eyes open, instantly wishing she hadn't regained consciousness for a brief moment, the rancid stench in the air. The Romanian girl covered her nose and mouth, thickly swallowing down the bile that has risen in her throat. In the distance she could hear the sound of heels clacking down the hall, and the image of that red-haired woman briefly came to mind. Growling lowly, Anica got to her feet, swaying lightly and stumbling into the nearest wall, face pressed against the cold stone as she attempted to keep what little food she had in her stomach and fight off the dizzy spell fogging her mind. She didn't even mind the feeling of moss and grime underneath her fingertips and right cheek.
The last thing she could remember was a woman, a red-haired woman in a matching dress. That, despite Anica didn't know very much about magic, had a strong air of mana surrounding her. She had been trying to escape the Masquerade... and the last person she could remember speaking to was that aristocratic brunette and that drunken boy. Shortly after she passed out and next thing she knew, she was in this putrid smelling cell with two other people.
Once she had her bearings back, she tried to asses how badly she had been hurt, she didn't seem to have any broken limbs, that was a good thing. Although, upon running her hand over it, she winced as she realized the area over the left half of her ribcage was bruised. Nothing too terrible. That hand traveled upward, her vest had been ripped open, and her tie hung limply over her chest, she quickly disposed of that relevant piece of cloth. Anica felt at the base of her hairline, just about her right temple, and let out a small hiss of pain when her finger tips skimmed over a not-yet-scabbed over wound. That would explain why there was a dry, sticky trail running down her face, reaching her cheek. It was her blood.
Anica walked over to the bars of the cell, looking out as much as she could in a normal situation she would have called out. But something prevented her from doing so, the pungent threat of if she did, something would come for her. Turning back to her two other cellmates, she walked over to them, kneeling down to get a closer look. It was a man and a girl, from what she could tell from the limited amount of light. The girl looked barely over 18, with long chestnut colored hair, a queer curled strand sticking out from her head. She was dressed in a long, elegant pink dress, although it had been torn in some places and the color was being distorted by the grime on the floor.
The boy... she honestly couldn't tell his exact age, in his early twenties maybe. This was the man who she had been haphazardly thrown against, if her waking up on him was any indication. He was dressed in what she guessed was traditional Japanese garb, if what she had seen in books was any indication. the very, very faint lighting flickered over his slightly tousled hair and face, revealing him to be of Asian decent from the looks of him. (The girl, Anica couldn't quite tell, since her face was facing away from the Romanian) Hesitantly, she reached a hand out and shook him hoping that the movement would awaken the girl sprawled all over him as well.
"Hey, wake up." She demanded in a voice that was just louder than a whisper. You never knew what was lurking in the darkness outside their cell. Listening, waiting...
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Mei Hwang
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Freedom...a word that only, truly leads to one thing...choice.
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Post by Mei Hwang on May 21, 2010 11:59:12 GMT -5
The first thing Mei was conscious of was a throbbing pain in her head. She rubbed her aching forehead as she sat up, completely oblivious to the man she was partially sitting on. Running a hand through her haphazard, wet-feeling hair, she gazed around in a full circle, attempting to gauge her surroundings. She seemed to be in a cell of sorts, and the sound of plopping liquid rhythmically sounded in the background. The stench was positively fierce; like something had killed something, soiled itself, and then died. Her nose crinkled in disgust.
She looked over at the girl, whose voice she had heard, and groaned slightly. The girl's clothes were torn, and her hair was an absolute mess. Upon closer inspection, she was also wounded.
"Hua...who are you?" She asked the girl. Her throat felt sore.
She leaned closer to the girl, looking her over to inspect the wounds. She could probably take care of those. Taking notice of the girl's wounded state prompted Mei to look her own self over for injuries. A few cuts on her legs, nothing major, and she could feel bruises coming up on her right wrist and shoulder. Her hand floated to the top of her head as she felt through her thick hair for anything. A small squish was heard. Blood was sticking in her hair from a wound on the side of her head.
"Ouch..." She mumbled, her hand sliding down on her cheek. She gazed back up at the girl.
"Do you want me to help your wounds?" She asked quietly, winding her fingers together in anxiety. Where was she?
The last thing she had remembered was talking to Kiku (who had offered her a drink, she recalled), then a large crash and getting hit on the head by only the gods knew. Then, she had woken up here. What had happened...?
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Post by Anica Popescu on May 23, 2010 0:48:49 GMT -5
One of her cell mates had woken up; that was a good thing. The girl had woken up before the young man, perhaps that said something about her in terms of her strength of will. Anica licked her lips and cleared her throat before responding to the girl's question,
"Anica, just call me Anica." The Romanian readjusted herself so that she sat on her knees, just now realizing that they felt lightly scraped. "Thanks but no," The raven haired girl declined at the brunette's offer to heal her wounds. "A bruise and a few scratches here and there is nothing for me." She said with a lightly shrug of her shoulders.
Anica didn't see this girl at the party, either she had blended in fairly well or the older Romanian was too occupied with how to get at the woman who trapped her. "Well princess, we're obviously in the middle of a hostage situation here. Got any bright ideas on how to get out of here?" Anica asked, tilting her head towards the cell door. "Or should we wait until this guy," she gave the still unconscious man a jab in the chest with her finger, "wakes up?"
It didn't matter either way to Anica; just so long as she saw the light of day again. And taught that sorceress a lesson; but that would come in good time.
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Post by Kiku Honda on May 24, 2010 12:16:48 GMT -5
((Hi guys - sorry about the late reply I came down with a fever on Friday and was bedridden over the weekend! I‘m feeling better now though!))
It was the sharp jab in the chest that woke Kiku up more than anything else.
Upon blearily opening his eyes Kiku was met with a damp, dark and dirty stone floor. Realising that his vision was somewhat out of focus he closed squeezed his eyes tightly together and opened them again, satisfied to discover that his vision was no longer impaired. He was distinctly aware of a sharp pain in his left side and his head felt as though it had been hit quite hard. He lay for a moment, steadying his breathing before pushing up on his elbows and lifting his head.
He was met with the view of two women sitting a way from him. In the dull light he could only just take in their appearances. The first - who was taller than the other - he did not recognise. She was sitting back on her knees and conversing with the other woman. Her dark hair was a wild mess, framing her face with vicious curls and her eyes, although difficult to see in the little light there was, were a blood red. The second woman looked slightly younger than the first. She too was sitting on the floor but she held herself with a preserved dignity that the other did not. She looked somewhat familiar though in the darkness Kiku could not place her. She was shorter too and her long hair which was also tangled (though not as much so as the other woman’s) had a flower hanging in it. When her face turned in the light to look at him directly it was then that Kiku realised why she had look so familiar. It was the girl from the party, the pretty one he had offered to buy a drink for.
“Miss Huang?”
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