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deannawolDrabble: Kult
Character: Anne Hascombe
Words: 452
Anne sat in the big armchair in the living room, legs curled up under her, holding a warm cup of tea in her hand. She looked around the room at her four housemates and smiled.
‘It all makes sense now. I understand why we are here. It’s just a dream, another nightmare. Things don’t change one minute and change back the next. Staircases don’t age a hundred years in moments and turn to ruins in minutes and magically change back in the light of day. It’s all just a nightmare. There are no bugs. There is no mess of biomatter where the TV was smashed. There is no rat-guy in the subway station. New or rather ancient stations don't appear on tracks. It’s all in my mind. I should have guessed sooner. They are just challenges to overcome. But it’s fine now. I’ve worked it out. We covered this in psych, transference of ideas thru invented media. It’s all so clear now. There is no house. There is no competition. It’s all just an internal battle in one of my nightmares. The people aren’t real. They must just be aspects of personality. Yes, that’s it. They are constructs. Let’s see… Kirk, which is he? He must be the embodiment of my fears, my paranoia. Shouldn't have killed Kirk, fear is healthy, it keeps you alive. But it’s not killable, Kirk showed me that. Mike, well, Mike is the hedonistic side, the fun-loving side that never gets let out, not since… Can't think about that. Those were bad times. We don't dwell on that. John? John is the innocence, the belief in the good of humanity that I push aside, neglected and slightly deficient. Patrick is the difficult one. He’s a mystery. But I suppose, he could be the creative side coupled with my neuroses. It all fits. Even the apparition of the professor, well, he cut the evil from my back. Obviously, I have been told not to detest myself anymore, not to consider myself as evil. That’s it! It all makes sense now. Why could I not see it before? The body was slightly shocking, but things like that don’t happen in the real world. People die and are killed, sure, but they aren't displayed like that. Everyone knows that. Yet another trial, a test. But I dealt with that. An uncluttered mind is a healthy mind. I will just keep everything clean and tidy. Normal. Then, maybe I can wake up! Maybe I can wake up and it will all be okay. I just wonder when the dream started this time…'
Anne smiled as she got up to stack the dishwasher, telling everyone that she was going to start dinner.
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Okay, so I guess some background is in order... Anne was kidnapped at birth to be raised in the ways of a cult and lived there for about 18 months before being rescued by her mother and a team of specialists. At age 6, nearly 7 she was kidnapped again and was to be part of a sacrificial ritual and as such had a large pentagram carved into her back in preparation. She is now 24 years old and has just "inherited" a house with 4 others and if they stay there for a year and receive instruction in various subjects, the house and $30,000 each is theirs. However, creepy things happen there. There are foot and a half long cockroaches made of glass, bile and wood. The basement doesn't seem to belong to the house, it's too big. There is some creepy stuff going on with the subway. Someone hung a body on the railings outside the house, blood-angel style. Anne decided that the best thing to do would be to bury it rather than telling the authorities... And the guy who died, leaving the house, well he may not be as dead as previously thought... Creepy no?
OOC> Anne gained the disadvantage Sociopath for that (-20 to mental balance)
Character: Anne Hascombe
Words: 452
Anne sat in the big armchair in the living room, legs curled up under her, holding a warm cup of tea in her hand. She looked around the room at her four housemates and smiled.
‘It all makes sense now. I understand why we are here. It’s just a dream, another nightmare. Things don’t change one minute and change back the next. Staircases don’t age a hundred years in moments and turn to ruins in minutes and magically change back in the light of day. It’s all just a nightmare. There are no bugs. There is no mess of biomatter where the TV was smashed. There is no rat-guy in the subway station. New or rather ancient stations don't appear on tracks. It’s all in my mind. I should have guessed sooner. They are just challenges to overcome. But it’s fine now. I’ve worked it out. We covered this in psych, transference of ideas thru invented media. It’s all so clear now. There is no house. There is no competition. It’s all just an internal battle in one of my nightmares. The people aren’t real. They must just be aspects of personality. Yes, that’s it. They are constructs. Let’s see… Kirk, which is he? He must be the embodiment of my fears, my paranoia. Shouldn't have killed Kirk, fear is healthy, it keeps you alive. But it’s not killable, Kirk showed me that. Mike, well, Mike is the hedonistic side, the fun-loving side that never gets let out, not since… Can't think about that. Those were bad times. We don't dwell on that. John? John is the innocence, the belief in the good of humanity that I push aside, neglected and slightly deficient. Patrick is the difficult one. He’s a mystery. But I suppose, he could be the creative side coupled with my neuroses. It all fits. Even the apparition of the professor, well, he cut the evil from my back. Obviously, I have been told not to detest myself anymore, not to consider myself as evil. That’s it! It all makes sense now. Why could I not see it before? The body was slightly shocking, but things like that don’t happen in the real world. People die and are killed, sure, but they aren't displayed like that. Everyone knows that. Yet another trial, a test. But I dealt with that. An uncluttered mind is a healthy mind. I will just keep everything clean and tidy. Normal. Then, maybe I can wake up! Maybe I can wake up and it will all be okay. I just wonder when the dream started this time…'
Anne smiled as she got up to stack the dishwasher, telling everyone that she was going to start dinner.
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Okay, so I guess some background is in order... Anne was kidnapped at birth to be raised in the ways of a cult and lived there for about 18 months before being rescued by her mother and a team of specialists. At age 6, nearly 7 she was kidnapped again and was to be part of a sacrificial ritual and as such had a large pentagram carved into her back in preparation. She is now 24 years old and has just "inherited" a house with 4 others and if they stay there for a year and receive instruction in various subjects, the house and $30,000 each is theirs. However, creepy things happen there. There are foot and a half long cockroaches made of glass, bile and wood. The basement doesn't seem to belong to the house, it's too big. There is some creepy stuff going on with the subway. Someone hung a body on the railings outside the house, blood-angel style. Anne decided that the best thing to do would be to bury it rather than telling the authorities... And the guy who died, leaving the house, well he may not be as dead as previously thought... Creepy no?
OOC> Anne gained the disadvantage Sociopath for that (-20 to mental balance)
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Date: 2004-08-30 02:28 am (UTC)And I love this piece, her thoughts are very realistic and at the same time, since she thinks it's a nightmare, very unreal as well. Wonderfully done.
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Date: 2004-08-30 02:41 am (UTC)Its an RPG, Anne being my character ... It's very otherworldly while being totally in this realm, sorta like a nightmare world being superimposed on ours but not quite fitting ...
*grin* she's a little bit fuc*ed in the head :) but seems like the sanest person there :)
Incidentally, Mike is a chemist into drug manufacture and constantly stoned. John is an orderly in a mental hospital and gullible as sh*t. Patrick is haunted by voices and a musician. Kirk is a conspiracy theorist and hacker.
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Date: 2004-08-30 02:53 am (UTC)And you think any of them will get out of this alive?
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Date: 2004-08-30 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 04:42 am (UTC)So cute.
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Date: 2004-08-30 04:44 am (UTC)*grin* this is gonna be fun :)
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Date: 2004-08-30 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 05:00 am (UTC)*grin* Great talk about periods by the way! Hard to keep a straight face on that one!
It was nightmare enough with the bloody knife! And seeing that, I don't think that she would have dodged the first strike with the blade cause that would have been more of a "Ah shit, where'd he get that... That was in the box I put in my backpack!" moment than a "He's gonna do what?" moment.
But its all okay, they are all just figments of her mind.
A clean mind is a healthy mind!
Wonder what the others will think of the drabble!
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Date: 2004-08-30 05:19 am (UTC)As ever, terrifyingly evocative.
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Date: 2004-08-30 05:50 am (UTC)I seem to have a good handle on the metally fucked characters thought :)