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tampered2011-10-19 10:25 pm
haring_to_go) wrote in tampered2011-10-19 10:25 pm
Open - Mirrors, mirrors, everywhere!
When: October 19th, mid-morning
Rating: PG/PG13 maybe
Characters: Liam Lunnettes and YOU (seriously, so open)
Summary: Liam's a bit of a scaredy-cat so once the mirrors start hanging around the apartment and encroaching on his personal space, Liam flips and runs screaming out into the street where he, almost passes out. Someone, save him? He’s got the haunting of a recent acquaintance haunting around him. One wouldn’t think a little girl of twelve or fourteen should frighten him, but, after recent events, Liam would dare anyone not to be scared.
Miscellaneous: Action brackets or prose is fine with me! Also, castmates are free to comment on Liam in the apartment as I’m assuming he’s staying with Gil. (ruxi, let me know if this is wrong/presumptuous!)
Log:
[ All Liam wanted to do was take a bath, comb his hair, and maybe take a walk around the block to work the kinks out of his muscles. Mostly, he was just getting bored. For a workaholic, idle hands are not a good thing! And neither is time spent abed. Too many thoughts, not enough action!
Perhaps that's why his mind started playing tricks on him. First, it was a little flicker of a smiling, blood smeared face in the mirror across from his bed as he slowly shifted out of it. Then there was the subtle shift of light on the water and the tinkling echo of his name as he ran the sink, needing a splash of water on his face to clear his mind of cobwebs.
It was unease and unrest and a hundred other things as Liam edged around the room, putting all thoughts of productivity to the side, diving for his covers. That is, until he backs up against the headboard and breaks a wayward mirror as it topples down on top of his head. Ghost hands crept along his spine, a lithe body pressed against his back while Liam whispered across his ears. He could almost smell the stench of dog breath wreathing around his neck.
Bolting, Liam stared at the bed. Wasn't that... ]
Lily?
[ She wasn't here was she? No. Impossible! Until he felt the ghost of fingers running across his wounds, digging into his flesh. Sweating, Liam looked behind him, eyes wide with undiluted fear at the girl standing behind him. Lily Baskerville, that unhinged, twisted little girl who didn't care who died or how so long as she had fun with him.
Half-screaming, half-gasping for air, Liam stumbled backward, pawing at his side and the firearm he kept there. Gone. missing, tucked away in the nightstand. Pawing at the door, he turned and ran, legs full of jelly and face a pale, pale white.
Ghosts, ghosts!
Breaking into the clean fresh air, Liam collapsed on a nearby tree lining the street and gasped for breath. Until she said his name again, scolding him for running away before properly playing the game. Squeaking, Liam nigh passed out from fear. At least, maybe she'll be gone when he wakes up.
A half-dead man can hope, right? ]
Rating: PG/PG13 maybe
Characters: Liam Lunnettes and YOU (seriously, so open)
Summary: Liam's a bit of a scaredy-cat so once the mirrors start hanging around the apartment and encroaching on his personal space, Liam flips and runs screaming out into the street where he, almost passes out. Someone, save him? He’s got the haunting of a recent acquaintance haunting around him. One wouldn’t think a little girl of twelve or fourteen should frighten him, but, after recent events, Liam would dare anyone not to be scared.
Miscellaneous: Action brackets or prose is fine with me! Also, castmates are free to comment on Liam in the apartment as I’m assuming he’s staying with Gil. (ruxi, let me know if this is wrong/presumptuous!)
Log:
[ All Liam wanted to do was take a bath, comb his hair, and maybe take a walk around the block to work the kinks out of his muscles. Mostly, he was just getting bored. For a workaholic, idle hands are not a good thing! And neither is time spent abed. Too many thoughts, not enough action!
Perhaps that's why his mind started playing tricks on him. First, it was a little flicker of a smiling, blood smeared face in the mirror across from his bed as he slowly shifted out of it. Then there was the subtle shift of light on the water and the tinkling echo of his name as he ran the sink, needing a splash of water on his face to clear his mind of cobwebs.
It was unease and unrest and a hundred other things as Liam edged around the room, putting all thoughts of productivity to the side, diving for his covers. That is, until he backs up against the headboard and breaks a wayward mirror as it topples down on top of his head. Ghost hands crept along his spine, a lithe body pressed against his back while Liam whispered across his ears. He could almost smell the stench of dog breath wreathing around his neck.
Bolting, Liam stared at the bed. Wasn't that... ]
Lily?
[ She wasn't here was she? No. Impossible! Until he felt the ghost of fingers running across his wounds, digging into his flesh. Sweating, Liam looked behind him, eyes wide with undiluted fear at the girl standing behind him. Lily Baskerville, that unhinged, twisted little girl who didn't care who died or how so long as she had fun with him.
Half-screaming, half-gasping for air, Liam stumbled backward, pawing at his side and the firearm he kept there. Gone. missing, tucked away in the nightstand. Pawing at the door, he turned and ran, legs full of jelly and face a pale, pale white.
Ghosts, ghosts!
Breaking into the clean fresh air, Liam collapsed on a nearby tree lining the street and gasped for breath. Until she said his name again, scolding him for running away before properly playing the game. Squeaking, Liam nigh passed out from fear. At least, maybe she'll be gone when he wakes up.
A half-dead man can hope, right? ]