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Fatalism, Chapter I: Intro, Outro | |||||||
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Arman “Private room there, darlin’.” |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 3:34AM | View Veer's Profile | # | ||||||
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Quentin looks down the side of the staircase, trying to see the bottom. “That is one damn long staircase” He mutters, seeing no bottom. “This is such a pain. *sigh* Might as well start walking” Quentin takes his iPod out again and turns it on, and starts his long walk down the stairs.
BTW, just for some mental imaging, is there a railing on the stairs? And if there is what color is it. Also what color is the ceiling. The colors should be of some importance. |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 3:35AM | View arbitrayer's Profile | # | ||||||
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“Gotcha,” says Arman. He goes towards the private room where the others are and sees a staircase.
“Walking again. Sigh.”
He starts walking down the staircase. |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 3:39AM | View -rocky-sadly-'s Profile | # | ||||||
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The Staircase Looking more closely, there’s a thin dark railing along the edges of the staircase. The bars are spiraled and black, while the rail is a mahogany wood. The ceiling is the color of the walls: disturbingly black.
The Bottom At the bottom of the staircase, there is a long hallway. The walls are the same disturbing black of the staircase room, and the doors which stretch downwards are all of the same dark mahogany of the railing. Silver doorknobs stick out from each door, and the hallway goes on for at least another few yards, with branches in both directions. Each of the doors has a placard with a name on it, none you recognize. |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 4:11AM | View Veer's Profile | # | ||||||
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After a long while, he reaches the bottom. He is tired, so he sits down on the floor for a moment. He ponders as to where he would go. Will he continue through the hall, or will he open one of the doors?
“Maybe I should knock, yeah.”
He knocks on one of the doors and waits for an answer. -rocky-sadly- edited this message on 06/29/2008 4:18AM |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 4:17AM | View -rocky-sadly-'s Profile | # | ||||||
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The Hallways of Distraught Silence, followed by some noises. Followed by, “Christ, do you know what time it is? Go to bed!” |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 4:31AM | View Veer's Profile | # | ||||||
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Fatalism, huh. The Unknown edited this message on 06/29/2008 4:35AM |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 4:35AM | View The Unknown's Profile | # | ||||||
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“But I don’t know where my room is! Do you know where I should go to find a room?” |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 4:36AM | View -rocky-sadly-'s Profile | # | ||||||
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Jacques goes to the counter and asks the receptionist/supervisor “are there no other organizations like yours here in the neighborhood?” Rastanarcharismarx edited this message on 06/29/2008 7:24AM |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 7:24AM | View Rastanarcharisma...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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The Unknown Posted:
I think it’s called fatalism coz no matter what we do same **** happens to us >_> |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 10:47AM | View Rastanarcharisma...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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Clair waits for everyone to go in, as she walks in slowly. |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 1:11PM | View Rick Ashley's Profile | # | ||||||
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I go into the private room after the first few people have gone in, taking a few minutes to analyze the drab, dark architecture and colors. This building definitely isn’t looking to impress anyone, but it hardly seems functional either. Who the hell built this thing, and what were they thinking? My analysis doesn’t give me a single clue about what I’m getting myself into.
When I reach the bottom of the stairwell, I feel a nervous shiver sent up my back. Rows and rows of unfamiliar doors, one after another, just placed in front of me in the eerie darkness. It’s like Satan turned Hell into an office complex.
I observe the actions of my companion and follow suit, opting instead to knock on another door. “Anybody home?” |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 1:23PM | View TeeKayEff's Profile | # | ||||||
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Inside Distraught Clair steps in, and notices an open door, a pastel waiting room, and an old lady at a counter. “ID please, and it’s right there.” She points to the open door, and turns to Jacques. “Dear, I’m sure we’re not the only radio station in town.”
The Hallways of Distraught Rexus’s knocking yields nothing. Either no one’s inside, or they’re asleep. Meanwhile, the voice yells at Arman again. “Third hall to the left! Go bother Cristov; he’s probably still awake.” |
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Posted On: 06/29/2008 5:02PM | View Veer's Profile | # | ||||||
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Growling to herself, Ann walks in the building, with Whiskey right behind her. |
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Posted On: 06/30/2008 2:49AM | View crayoncakes's Profile | # | ||||||
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Inside Distraught “Hello, there. Busy night tonight. ID please.” |
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Posted On: 06/30/2008 2:55AM | View Veer's Profile | # | ||||||
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I flash the card that the weird guy had given me. “The dog doesn’t need one, I hope? Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly do you guys do here?” |
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Posted On: 06/30/2008 2:57AM | View crayoncakes's Profile | # | ||||||
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Inside Distraught “Oh, I’m sure the dog will be fine. We’re the broadcasting company for KWEQ, you know. Easy listening and weather on the 7’s.” |
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Posted On: 06/30/2008 3:00AM | View Veer's Profile | # | ||||||
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“Oh, okay… So which way do I go? Mister… Um, Keyholetea? He didn’t say.” |
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Posted On: 06/30/2008 3:07AM | View crayoncakes's Profile | # | ||||||
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Inside Distraught “Just go through there, sweetie. The door marked Private, though it’s open right now.” She points to the open door, leading to a spiral staircase. |
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Posted On: 06/30/2008 4:12AM | View Veer's Profile | # | ||||||
Back. Sorry about that
Appiah, having long ago vegetatively walked by the man **** was barking at, is now in the lobby. As the receptionist asks for ID, he looks all kinds of uncomfortable.
“Je suis Appiah Jawarah. Quixote, he send me here. You not need ID card to see that Appiah exist. You take my word for it, mademoiselle.”
He adds, hopefully, “You have nice dress and pretty eyes?” R2 edited this message on 06/30/2008 4:21AM |
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Posted On: 06/30/2008 4:21AM | View R2's Profile | # | ||||||