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Post by Clock on Dec 20, 2011 23:00:23 GMT -5
((There will be a separate space for each area, I tried it in another rp once, and it was kinda fun. So yeah. I will make it so the active room is always at the top, and at the beginning of each area there will be a small description, I'll try to keep them short.))
The Crooked Cottage stands on a small platform in the Moral Mountain side, looking out over the entire Southern half of Looking-glass Land. No one can ever remember a time when someone lived there, but the inside of the Cottage is always neat and clean. It consists of but one large room, in which there is a bed, sitting area with fireplace, and a kitchen. Outside is a small tool shed, containing primitive but sturdy gardening tools.
The building got it's name from it's twisted nature. From the outside it looks like someone held the top and twisted it around, while on the inside everything is perfectly normal- although the floor is slanted to the South.
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Post by Clock on Dec 20, 2011 23:22:38 GMT -5
Phantom pushed herself up into a sitting position, holding her forehead with her free hand, and groaning. She must have fallen out of bed again... and smacked her head on her nightstand on the way down- her head hurt! She pulled her hand away, checking to make sure there was no blood. Luckily her hand came away it's normal pale colour, but the right side of her head still stung and was unnaturally warm. She would probably have an ugly bruse for a few days.
With a sigh she reached to her left, wanting to use the bed as support to lift herself up. But her hand fell on open air. Phantom froze as her hand hit the floor and realized for the first time that she was sitting on grass, not soft beige carpeting. With a yelp she jumped to her feet and stumbled backwards, clutching herself with fright, staring at the offending sight.
How did she get outside? Was she sleepwalking!? She'd never done that before, was she sick or something? Was that why? Though... a little voice whispered in the back of her mind, it might not have been me at all.
Feeling sick to her stomach, Phantom raised her eyes to look at what was in front of her. It wasn't her suburban home, the same as the two houses that sandwiched it securely. It was a little house, twisted around as though made of clay, backed by stone walls. She backed away slowly, readying herself to run. But her right foot fell on open air. With a scream she stumbled, falling onto her other knee and quickly pulling herself back up. She turned around and looked at what was behind her.
A sprawling landscape dotted with strange twisted shapes she assumed were trees. The grass was so green it looked more like a dark blue than green, while the dirt where she couldn't see grass was light and seemed easily kicked up. She could see clusters of buildings here and there, but she didn't recognize any of them. What was this thinking!? Of course she wouldn't, her home wasn't near any mountains... or cliffs... or whatever she was on.
She scooted back from the edge slightly, and taking one last glance at the building behind her, she curled into a ball in the dark grass.
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Post by Clock on Feb 7, 2012 2:37:16 GMT -5
Wendy lay on the grass, stunned, arms and legs splayed out on either side of her, staring at the sky. She had just fallen- from where she couldn't quite decide- and if it hadn't been for the stuffed animals she probably would have died when she hit the ground. They were all underneath her. When she had suddenly been sucked off of her bed, she was lucky enough to go up feet first, leaving her frantically grabbing at whatever was in reach. Most of these were the multitude of stuffed animals that lined her bed, and when she let go of them- realizing they would be little help- they flew back into whatever was pulling her. Consequently they had landed before her and so she hadn't died.
Her eyes started to feel dry and she blinked quickly, her senses returning with each one. Enough for her to mumble, "I need to stop reading before bed..."
From nearby she heard someone scream. Thinking maybe someone else had fallen from the sky, she sat up and looked around. Seeing nothing but what looked like a twisted cottage, she decided to get up and look. If her legs were working of course...
They were, and though she took a moment to gather the stuffed animals that had landed underneath her, she found herself able to walk. Luckily one of the stuffed animals was a back pack in the shape of a bird. This she stuffed in as many as she could, and carried the rest of the animal.
She came around the corner of the building looking around curiously, before spotting the girl, curled up in front of a cliff. She looked at the girl curiously, blinking when her eyes once again became dry. She seemed to be upset.
"Excuse me!" Wendy called leaning forward in an attempt to project her voice, "But did you fall from the sky too!?"
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Post by Clock on Feb 8, 2012 17:26:46 GMT -5
Phantom spun around with a gasp startled by the voice which to her had no reason to be there. But she calmed slightly when she saw it was only a little girl, probably no older than nine?
"F, from the sky?" she stuttered, looking up. It was completely possible, she had felt the sensation of falling. But she'd thought she was falling out of her bed. After a moment she shook her head.
"No," she mumbled, "I think I fell out of bed."
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Post by Clock on Feb 8, 2012 17:32:28 GMT -5
"You fell out of bed?" Wendy asked, raising an eyebrow. This was why she didn't talk to people. All crazy, all of them.
She shook her head, "Alright, you fell out of bed. How did you end up here?"
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Post by Clock on Feb 8, 2012 17:34:09 GMT -5
"I fell out of bed..." Phantom repeated staring at the sky in a daze. Did she fall from the sky? She was defiantly in her bed last she check. She'd been napping. So... was her bed now in the sky?
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Post by Clock on Feb 8, 2012 17:35:31 GMT -5
Wendy stared at her for a moment, before sighing and smacking her face with her palm, "Then I guess you don't know where we are then either, do you?"
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Post by Clock on Feb 9, 2012 16:22:51 GMT -5
Phantom shook her head, looking down and smiling worriedly at the girl, "but I'm sure there's an explanation..." Her eyes narrowed as she took the girl in, then she stood up and pointed at her, "What is your name, and skill?"
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Post by Clock on Feb 9, 2012 16:25:22 GMT -5
Wendy leaned away from her finger, "Uh... Wendy Brasswall. What do you mean skill? Like, what am I good at? Why is that important?"
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Post by Clock on Feb 9, 2012 16:27:56 GMT -5
"No," Phantom sighed, slapping a palm over her face, "Skill! what can you do!"
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Post by Clock on Feb 9, 2012 16:29:56 GMT -5
"Uh... I don't know... I can sew..." Wendy said backing away slowly.
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Post by Clock on Feb 9, 2012 16:35:52 GMT -5
"Sewing..." Phantom said dully, looking at her with disinterest, "So... you have high dexterity! You're a Rouge! Okay... I can deal with a rouge..."
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Post by Gagtooth on Feb 13, 2012 22:09:21 GMT -5
The sound of soft breeze and rustling leaves circled the rickety cottage, where the two girls Phantom and Wendy had stopped. Unknown to what could exist beyond the plains and field, the wind also brought echoes of noises from afar, resembling voices and laughter. The noises almost seemed to fester and boil in volume; the airy sounds of the wind failed to conceal them any longer. Breathing, a methodical inhale and exhale approached the two tainted girls from all angles. At last, the stream of breath was broken by an ear piercing scream. As if she had emerged from the mid day shade, a young woman pounced into the sight. She immediately took a defensive stance, tightly grasping a small letter opener in ahead of her like a dagger. The recent assailant looked no more than a few months older than eighteen years, and wore a grey sweater with a black shin length dress. Strangely enough, the base of her dress was cut full of holes. The pigment of the girls skin rivalled that of plaster while her dirty blonde hair fell unlawfully around her face. "Stop where you are!" She held the blade higher and wavered between the two. "Don't you muh- D-Don't you move!" Her anxieties spoke louder than her demands. The girl arms could easily be seen quivering, while she adjusted her posture every few seconds.
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Post by Clock on Feb 15, 2012 17:01:56 GMT -5
Phantom dropped to the ground, throwing her arms over her head. "Please don't kill me!" she screamed. This normally wouldn't be her reaction, but under the circumstances, under the glaring eye of reality, there was little else she could do.
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Post by Clock on Feb 15, 2012 17:12:10 GMT -5
Wendy watched Phantom, rolling her eyes and raising her hands in the air at the same time. "Look, I'm a nine year old, and she's... well, she's cowering on the ground. It's highly unlikely that either of us are going to hurt you." she took in the girl's state with a raised eyebrow, "How long have you been here?"
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