ThatOneGuysBro
Murdered One Of The K-ON Cast
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 5:31:15 GMT -5
Post by ThatOneGuysBro on Feb 19, 2012 5:31:15 GMT -5
As Tori swayed her hand over Jacob's already somewhat rambunctious hair his face puckered as he pouted not used to the feeling of patronization, or so he felt. "Hey!", he shouted, the distance between the two already a fair few feet apart. "I can do this, no problem! One month! You'll see!" With his gasconading finally put to rest Jacob began to feel a little tired. The day had worn him out, what with the bus ride, sitting through tedious speeches and then burning through a burst of energy for the last few sun lit hours of the day. Pocketing the trinket he decided he wanted to make a stop at his respective cabin.
The area around the cabins were eerily desolate, the faint voices of the campers muffled in the far distance. Jacob could see several glinting fires growing more profound in the besieging darkness that the sun had fled from. The lake of fire had dwindled to a murky blue-ish purple that mirrored the darkening sky. Making his way inside Jacob climbed atop one of the top bunks he had ceased upon his arrival to the cabin.
At the foot of the bed, resting upon the wooden board, was a mask of unknown origin. The edges were rough and the surface of the grey-hued wood was abraded as Jacob rubbed his thumbs over it. He rest it down again feeling unsettled, as if someone he could not see was observing him. It was an alien feeling he could not describe. The empty sockets of the mask seemed to peer right through him. Turning the mask over on its face Jacob laid down on the rumpled sheets. Unpocketing the yo-yo he put it to his side, his finger still enwrapped by the string. He gazed absently at the rough wooden ceiling, darkness surrounding him, slowly advancing. Giving up all resistance his lids fell as he descended into a deep slumber.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 16:59:56 GMT -5
Post by Rygand on Feb 19, 2012 16:59:56 GMT -5
As Alex, Clement and Kenna placed the masks on their faces, they felt something strange. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but the wood had a strange scent to it. It was a rather strong, metallic and rusty scent.
Tim burst into laughter, nearly doubling over at just how ridiculous Alex looked. His teeth now grit and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Alex gave a quiet curse and threw the mask towards the nearest wall. At that moment, the mask gave a distinctly golden, electric spark, before bursting into a shiny orb of similar electricity, and eventually disappearing. The mask was nowhere to be seen.
As if on cue, Tim felt a rumble inside his courier bag. Before he could even react, a fiery explosion burst open the zipper on the bag, flames erupting from inside it. In but a few moments, as with Alex's mask, it was gone, the flames with it. Strangely enough, nothing seemed to have suffered from the fire that had engulfed the bag just a moment earlier.
Clement's situation was no different. The boy was now on the floor, eyes wide from shock. The mask he had held up to his face had turned into a strong gust, which had not only thrown him off balance, but had also broken each of the cabin's windows, and burst the cabin's door off it's hinges. The mask was gone too, as if it had been blown away by the wind.
As Kenna stared into the mirror, her disappointment over the mask disappeared as quickly as it had come. She first felt a strange cold wetness on her face. Then, the mask on her face began to slowly turn into water, and eventually dropped into the sink, to be swallowed up by the drain.
While resting, Tori felt a strange discomfort in her right eye, prompting her to rub at it. It was as if a grain of sand had gotten into it. As she moved around in her bunk, she noticed the source of said grain. In place of the mask that had laid next to her before, was now a large patch of sand, fine and light, like the kind you might feel between your toes at a beach.
Jacob slept soundly, turning over to his side in his sleep. He was now facing the mask. His slumber was shaken as an annoyance shone into his eyes. Slowly opening his eyes, the boy rubbed at them, confused. The annoyance only got brighter, as he was only barely able to see the mask next to him. Small but powerful pillars of light were erupting from the mask, one by one. Eventually, the whole room was engulfed in a blinding light. When his vision eventually returned to him, the mask, along with the light, had disappeared.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 17:05:44 GMT -5
Post by thatfallout3guy on Feb 19, 2012 17:05:44 GMT -5
"What the bloody hell was that?!" Alex exclaimed loudly, staring directly at Tim, "are you in on this?! What kind of... PRANK was that?! Exploding masks?! Where'd they even go?!" Alex exclaimed as he began to frantically search the immediate area for any trace of the mask. Finding none, he turned back to Tim, a mix of annoyance and worry on his face, "should we pretend this never happened? I doubt anyone will believe magical masks exploded in our hands."
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 17:30:13 GMT -5
Post by (´・ω・`) on Feb 19, 2012 17:30:13 GMT -5
Tim stared silently at the bag in his hands. He had seen it catch fire, he had even felt the heat, yet there were no scorch marks. The bag was perfectly fine. He ran a hand over it's smooth, bumpy surface to find that it was still cool to the touch. He looked where the mask had burst out, but it seemed to have magically fixed itself, so the bag could still be used. "Why would I give myself an exploding mask, maybe back to their home planet, no because it's kind of hard to forget something as awesomely disturbing as this," Tim said, answering Alex's questions in order, still staring at his bag. "And there may be more kids at this camp who had something like this done to them. We need to find them, somehow." He carefully slipped the bag back on, handling it like a ticking bomb, and ran a hand through his hair. That heat had seemed so real. His hand hovered in front of his face, the feeling of the flame's licking his palm still there. He closed his hand and let it drop, trying to ignore it. "Let's just get to the campfire." And with that, Tim walked out, his hands in his pockets, trying to find his way to the campfire.
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draconiccdm
Opinionated Massive Git
Subterranean Lava Dragon.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 18:08:31 GMT -5
Post by draconiccdm on Feb 19, 2012 18:08:31 GMT -5
Tori fiddled around and finally managed to clean her eye out. Then she turned to the bed and just stared in confusion, she ran her fingers through the pile of sand, "Whoa, weird, is this part of the camp experience?" she thought aloud. She was reluctant to sit back down on the bed, as if the evil sand had infected it. With a shrug, she brushed the sand off her bed as carefully as she could. "Might as well go to that camp fire thing, maybe they'll tell us what happened," she said to herself. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and went back outside, following the sound of many voices in hopes of finding the congregation spot.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 18:14:06 GMT -5
Post by Luke on Feb 19, 2012 18:14:06 GMT -5
Clement stood, or rather sat there, in shock for a long moment, staring at the wooden ceiling of the cabin as if he was expecting it to collapse at any moment, a lone hand tracing his cheeks and face for the longest moment, shutting his eyes and sitting up where he laid. "Ow..." He managed softly, still trying to contemplate what just happened. How is that possible? Matter doesn't just...vanish, much less turn into a gust. Prepared to brush it aside as a figment of his tired imagination, Clement turned to see the shattered glass littering the floor. At the sight, Clement reeled back further as if in terror. No...it wasn't his imagination, no matter how vivid one's mind is, it couldn't shatter glass...so then...what just happened? It felt as if all Clement knew about reality was churning in his mind, attempting to make sense of this situation and failing on all fronts.
Finally Clement stood up further, leaning on his bed with a hand on his face, half expecting a counselor to trounce in and blame him for the shattered windows. And what could he say if they did so? The wind did it? Ridiculous. His mind tired from shock, Clement rubbed the back of his head which still ached somewhat, and shook it off, laying his head on his pillow. Maybe some rest would help clear his head. Sadly, he found little rest, only able to stare at the top bunk and contemplate further what just happened in circles in his mind.
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Aren
Feels Up Moogles
Let's play a game. I'll release the deadly neurotoxin, you see how long you can hold your breath. B)
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 20:33:01 GMT -5
Post by Aren on Feb 19, 2012 20:33:01 GMT -5
In surprise, and shock at her own reflection, she had dropped the book on her toe, and lurched down to grasp it, eyes stinging with tears from the shock of sudden pain. Hopping around on one foot, whimpering small nothings under her breath for the throbbing pain to go away, she finally let go of her foot and tested the ground again. It hurt, but... She could deal with it. The very next thing she did was feel her face for any sign of the mask. What could that have been? She never heard of anything like that. A mask that turned into water? It sounded... Scary. And cool! Tiptoeing to look over the rim of the sink, she looked around for any sign of the thing, but to no avail. It seemed to be gone. Lowering her head in defeat, she knelt to pick up the book again and trudge over to her bunk. There was no use going to the camp fire, now. She was already so late that she may as well have missed it, and if her cabin leaders saw her arriving late, she might be yelled at, or worse! She might have to join in on the songs and stories! Oh, dear, oh dear! Reaching into her bag for her flash light, she hopped up onto her bunk and buried into her sleeping bag, opening the book to start reading in order to wait for her cabinmates to return... But she couldn't stop thinking about that mask. Daddy never mentioned once, in his lectures about science, a type of wood that sounded like metal and turned into water. Surely he would have mentioned something so weird and un-na-tu-ral to her. She grinned, proud that she remembered that big word.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 21:47:06 GMT -5
Post by Rygand on Feb 19, 2012 21:47:06 GMT -5
As Tim, Alex and Tori all headed towards the campfire, something became very apparent. Though they could hear people in the distance, they could see no one. When they eventually reached the campfire, it indeed was there, and lit, but there was only one person there. A young boy, perhaps ten years of age, his hands covering his face. The boy was weeping audibly, almost looking like he had curled up into a ball.
Thatch had arrived at the fire but moments earlier. He had hoped to find others, as he had already went through nearly the entire camp, looking for anyone, or anything. Slowly, the three others realized what Thatch already had -- except for them, the camp was empty. As they realized this, the sounds faded. Other than the boy's weeping and the campfire's crackling, there's was only silence.
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draconiccdm
Opinionated Massive Git
Subterranean Lava Dragon.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 21:51:02 GMT -5
Post by draconiccdm on Feb 19, 2012 21:51:02 GMT -5
Tori broke into a run and skidded into a kneel in front of the boy, "Whoa, hey, you okay kid?" she asked urgently, setting her hands upon his shoulders. She looked around, saw Thatch, Tim, Alex, but no one else. "Wait, where is everyone?" she asked aloud. It was true, she couldn't see or hear anyone else. "Okay, this is getting weirder," she thought. She looked back at the boy and smiled, "Hey, keep your chin up kid, just tell me what's up," she said soothingly.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 21:57:47 GMT -5
Post by (´・ω・`) on Feb 19, 2012 21:57:47 GMT -5
As the realization struck Tim, he only felt sorry for the little kid. He had probably been looking forward to this camp and making new friends. Tim clenched his hands, silently cursing everyone who had apparently left. As Tori ran to the kid, Tim quickened his own pace. He quickly switched to a broad smile and approached the two, trying to act as relaxed as possible. One of them had to act calm. "Hey, come on, kid," Tim said, beaming down at him. "We're still here, aren't we?" 'Could this have something to do with.....' Tim thought, keeping his smile to hide his inner thoughts. 'Focus, man. This kid's obviously scared, help him out!' "What's your name, kid?" Tim asked, kneeling down at his side, still smiling.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 22:10:50 GMT -5
Post by thatfallout3guy on Feb 19, 2012 22:10:50 GMT -5
'Well this is... abnormal...' Alex thought to himself as he inspected the area, "Where are all the other counselors?" He asked out loud, unable to see anyone aside from the people currently here. Now that he had noticed it, the camp seemed oddly barren and devoid of most life. He didn't like it.
Then, suddenly, realization struct from out of nowhere. It was stupid for him to even think of this, but there it was. He let out a sigh as he looked to Tim, "You don't suppose this has something to do with those masks, do you?"
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 22:17:53 GMT -5
Post by Rygand on Feb 19, 2012 22:17:53 GMT -5
As the boy raised head and lowered his hands to look at Tori, it was easy to see why the boy was crying. His hands, and subsequently his face, were completely covered in blood. The boy kept weeping, obviously confused and quite terrified.
"I-I'm Thatch, I... T-There was this weird mask and... Everyone was gone and... and..." The boy closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. The boy could barely see either way, his glasses were covered in the blood as well. The source of the blood was a mystery, as at least at first glance, the boy wasn't injured in anyway.
"I just don't... know w-what happened..."
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draconiccdm
Opinionated Massive Git
Subterranean Lava Dragon.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 22:22:28 GMT -5
Post by draconiccdm on Feb 19, 2012 22:22:28 GMT -5
Tori winced, but tried to keep a straight face. "Whoa, kid you hurt? Is, ummm, all.. that, yours?" she asked, awkwardly gesturing to the blood on his face. Mask? "Wait, you got one of those too?" she stood up and looked at Alex, "I got one of those, but, well it kinda..." Tori didn't know quite how to explain that her mask had turned into sand. Despite her always putting on a brave face, her legs were shaking, for a moment she nearly wished she was at home.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 22:31:46 GMT -5
Post by (´・ω・`) on Feb 19, 2012 22:31:46 GMT -5
Tim froze as Thatch mentioned the mask. 'So we weren't the only ones.....' he thought, his smile vanishing. He lost himself in thought, trying to understand what the masks meant, where they came from, who brought them, etc. If you were looking closely, you could have seen the small trail of smoke coming from his ears as he thought. He saw the glint of the blood from the firelight and shot straight back to reality. "Hey, hey, it's okay, little dude," Tim said, placing a hand on Thatch's head. "I'm Tim, camp councilor extraordinaire!" He lifted his hand and pointed a thumb as his chest, putting on his widest grin.
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Raftel
Feb 19, 2012 23:24:35 GMT -5
Post by thatfallout3guy on Feb 19, 2012 23:24:35 GMT -5
Alex was shocked, to say the least. The others with them all had masks? It couldn't have been a coincidence, no way. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could something caught his eye. He jerked his head to the side, over towards the direction of a few buildings that had what looked like strands of shadow twisting and curling around them.
He immediately turned back to the others. He cleared his throat, trying to get their attention, "Am I hallucinating, or are there strands of shadows coming off those buildings?" He asked, pointing them out.
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