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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 12:29 pm
Okay. I was leaving my classroom yesterday, and noticed a ladder against the wall that I'd never seen before. I followed it up to the ceiling, and noticed that there was a small hole...compare the size of the opening to the pipes around it. The hole was like...one foot by one foot.
I stopped to wonder what was up there, but instead of going to look, I snapped a picture with my camera phone.
I think you all know what the prompt is, dears. wink
What's in the hole? Would your character(s) go look, or react differently? Would they discuss and debate the hole in a logical manner, or just get right down to action?
Go! 4laugh
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:21 pm
Gerbils are in the hole, naturally. Mutant gerbils of dyooom! Call the janitor. It will appease the gerbils, and nobody will miss him anyays.
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Distinct Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:47 pm
O.o This is, unfortunately, not something I can torture my characters with... much...
Jack sees the hole and turns to walk quickly in the other direction. He knows, of course that the hole is an access to the ventilation system, where something has just gone horribly wrong. A few yards away, he stops and kicks the wall. "s**t!" he yells emphatically.
Who would have thought that Rachel would be stuck in a place like this? What on earth could she be doing?
Behind Jack, a door opens, and a teacher pokes her head out. "We do not use language like-" then she realizes that Jack isn't a student. "Who are you?" she demands. "All visitors must report to the main office!"
Jack throws his head back and laughs. She's going to die, he can almost see it, almost taste it. A lot of people are going to die today. Still trying to control his laughter, Jack turns, runs down the hallway, the teacher's shouts echoing after him. Doors fly open all around him, but he doesn't care, they're all going to die. Clanks are already echoing from the mutilated ducts.
It's then that Jack realizes that he doesn't know the way out. He stops in his tracks, battling both the panic that begins to overtake him and the unexplainable urge to sit down and wait quietly for death. Students and teachers are flooding the halls now, someone seems to be trying to call security. The phone doesn't work, of course. Did they think they could beat him? Already he can feel it, the begining of renewed power, running through his veins like adrenaline.
"Jack?"
He turns around and sees Rachel. She looks pretty. Suprised. Scared? For an instant everything he ever felt for her floods back; not love, but something, a kind of tenderness. He could take her away from this, from her own death.
Then, screams interrupt his thoughts, and he knows that the first students are dying. It isn't worth it to take Rachel with him. It never was. He runs, doesn't care what the direction is, it's away from the screams. A door- he runs through it, hears it click locked behind him. He slumps to the ground.
Too close, whispers a voice he wishes were in his ear. He seethes with emotion. It was too close, he never should have been there. But how was he to know the kinds of places that girl would hang about?
Rachel. She's dead, now, and Jack killed her. He grits his teeth against something, he doesn't know what, has never known what. He doesn't care. The government will pay. He's not sure why, but it must be their fault. It must be. And they will pay.
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