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Tristan ([personal profile] angelcage) wrote in [community profile] hauntstart2016-11-11 05:47 pm

Betrayal at House on the Hill

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]
trashenough: (05)

[personal profile] trashenough 2016-11-12 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Reaches the top of the stairs, unconscious tiger-striped centurion III's armor jostling against the sides of the drums — it's a very loud affair. But no people up here, either...

Takes a breath—— immediately starts coughing from dust. It takes him a moment to recover. Okay. Upper landing. It's...
]

... hello? Hello? Is anybody home? Hello—ooooooooo?

[ He looks around the room again — a slow spin rather than craning his head, what with all these limiters of his peripheral vision. Gets momentarily dizzy anyway, and stops to stare at...

well, he doesn't know which door is which anymore, but it's the eastern door. He approaches.
]

Jeez III, your place is really run down... [ Still not waking up though. Okay. Sure.

Yuma attempts to open the door without using his hands. He's gonna kick it. Or kick the handle. One of those.
]
dishonestliving: (well this blows)

[personal profile] dishonestliving 2016-11-13 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
This place looks even crummier than downstairs...

[sigh. she'll take the north door, just finishing off this straight shot]
court_chesster: (49)

[personal profile] court_chesster 2016-11-13 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[A little hesitant, but follows behind her.]
runawaystory: (listening hard)

Re: UPPER LANDING - UPPER LEVEL

[personal profile] runawaystory 2016-11-20 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[still carrying the clown's warning in her mind, Rosalie first tries to listen for the sounds of other people on this floor.]
runawaystory: HA (flight or flight?)

[personal profile] runawaystory 2016-11-20 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[she is beginning to think that she was lied to about something happening up here...

heading east, toward the voices]