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allthekeys) wrote2012-04-28 12:00 am
allthekeys) wrote2012-04-28 12:00 am
Noon 009
Scarcely minutes before noon arrives, all of the clocks in the house begin to turn back. Slowly, they drag backwards a full five minutes. Simultaneously, a blast of insufferable heat fills the air, stifling and oppressive. The sticky warmth rescinds as the time is recovered.
As the chimes of noon begin to ring throughout the house, the baby Nicholas begins to cry.
Within an instant, the sound of a door slamming open in the basement can be heard, echoing throughout the house, in spite of any distance. It only takes one long, drawn out moment before the door creaks, and closes just as forcefully. All with the red cords will feel a faint tug on the other end.
The Rats have remained in only the highest locations of the house, but have become even more difficult to spot. Occasionally a shadow of movement between objects on a shelf, the disappearing of a tail, can be seen. The only indicator of their presence in most rooms is the quiet chattering that has begun, like a conference of the rodents, just barely audible in any room where they come close to the house guests.
Another doll has appeared to join the party in the Day Room, perched just next to the first. Its hands are held cupped between its porcelain lips and the ear of the other. The faint sound of giggling can occasionally be heard, but it is impossible to make out any words. The standing mannequin has disappeared once again, leaving its companion, and has been replaced by a statue from the Statuary, facing the Cherry Hallway. The seated mannequin now too holds a knife in its lap, yet it is currently perfectly clean and free from any marring.
Castiel, Charles, Eight, Glenn, Jack, Mello, Ten/Data Heartless, Ulquiorra find themselves drifting, not quite to sleep, but to a moment of unwariness, if only for a brief second. When they revive from their interlude, there is a plastic bracelet marking each of them. It is impossible to remove.
Agito, Bobby, James, Leon, Luke, Niall, and Raven will at this time feel a strange tugging in their stomachs. Not unlike nausea, but decidedly more physical. The peculiar stirring lasts only for as long as the chimes of the clock, and then their innards seem to still once again.
As the chimes of noon begin to ring throughout the house, the baby Nicholas begins to cry.
Within an instant, the sound of a door slamming open in the basement can be heard, echoing throughout the house, in spite of any distance. It only takes one long, drawn out moment before the door creaks, and closes just as forcefully. All with the red cords will feel a faint tug on the other end.
The Rats have remained in only the highest locations of the house, but have become even more difficult to spot. Occasionally a shadow of movement between objects on a shelf, the disappearing of a tail, can be seen. The only indicator of their presence in most rooms is the quiet chattering that has begun, like a conference of the rodents, just barely audible in any room where they come close to the house guests.
Another doll has appeared to join the party in the Day Room, perched just next to the first. Its hands are held cupped between its porcelain lips and the ear of the other. The faint sound of giggling can occasionally be heard, but it is impossible to make out any words. The standing mannequin has disappeared once again, leaving its companion, and has been replaced by a statue from the Statuary, facing the Cherry Hallway. The seated mannequin now too holds a knife in its lap, yet it is currently perfectly clean and free from any marring.
Castiel, Charles, Eight, Glenn, Jack, Mello, Ten/Data Heartless, Ulquiorra find themselves drifting, not quite to sleep, but to a moment of unwariness, if only for a brief second. When they revive from their interlude, there is a plastic bracelet marking each of them. It is impossible to remove.
Agito, Bobby, James, Leon, Luke, Niall, and Raven will at this time feel a strange tugging in their stomachs. Not unlike nausea, but decidedly more physical. The peculiar stirring lasts only for as long as the chimes of the clock, and then their innards seem to still once again.