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 Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 11:14 am
[BORR]
Borr was flipping his through phone behind the kitchens, having a quick cigarette before he finished the prep work on the next meal when his phone began to flip out and his brain, like a switch being pulled, clicked.
He was a horseman. An ashen soldier of Death. He was a father. A husband. A widower and wanderer. He was called the Brewmaster. His mead hall was a welcome haven for all the clans to talk and drink and forget their broken homes. To laugh and sing, to be merry or otherwise in the comfort of their own..
Live through the loss caused by Hunters.
His massive body trembled, his jaw tight and gritting, and in his hand the cellphone crushed and shattered and was thrown to the ground where it found it’s final rest under the heel of his boot. What was this place? Why was he here?
Meaty fists tightened and every nerve in him screamed for him destroy things, break and kill and reap the souls he was tasked with collecting.
His cigarette had fallen, smoldering on the sidewalk, and he stared at it and thought. Perhaps he could do something.. Something in this kitchen.
Bring them down from the inside…
Borr turned and pulled the door open to step back in, his smile became plastered and static. He could fake this to accomplish his goal. He could, from this strange game or trap or test, get his vengeance and reap his souls.
For his wife.. For his daughter.. For all that he loved and who had fallen. For his lost home..
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 11:15 am
[AISHA]
Aisha sat on the edge of the cliffs and listened to her ipod. She was always desperate for new music, using her leave time to upload as much as she could before the next trip, but even still she flicked a thumb to skip.
A few notes. Skip. Another few. Skip.
It was in the pause between songs, a heartbeat really, that she realized how wrong this all was. She took a deep breath, a gasp, and her hands went to her face. She was so full and alive and it was wrong.
She was a zombie. A student. Her loa kept her warm, gave her life and glow, and she had a father who was not the man this game was telling her it was. Her fingers pressed to her dark skin and pulled across her makeup.
It felt so real.
Was this a trap? A game? Had she been informed or willing?
Aisha pulled out her phone and looked at the sinister messages, a cold shiver running down her spine. It was so real.. It was so confusing.. Everything suddenly seemed so unfamiliar and her personal confusion and feeling of displacement made more sense.
Did she even have friends here?
She turned up the volume and closed her eyes. Maybe if she continued to skip songs it would go back to normal. Halloween. Here. It didn’t matter. Just let it all make sense.
She didn’t skip this time, instead she let the music carry here away until eventually things went back to normal.
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