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Triggers: Death, Blood, Violence, Sexual themes, Torture, Guns, Knives, Blood, Religious themes
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Crucifixion. It was an archaic and cruel method of execution which had fallen off common use a long time ago. After came burning, hanging, all other kinds of disposing of the corrupt and evil - but nowadays most criminals meet their end in the electric chair. Modern technology allowed for the swift removal of the corrupt from society, yet in a small village nearby Hornsey, Tennessee, wrapped up in the Appalachian mountains, the Church of the Holy Son began a series of brutal crucifixions. Their reasoning? Each of the victims are vampires who reside in a community deep in the mountains. Whether true or not, the townsfolk live immersed in superstition. As of late youth of the town have been disappearing at an alarming rate - outside of the usual mountain hiking mishaps and suspected skinwalking. Local youth, not tourists or folks from out of town. Vampires were unheard of in the Appalachian area, usually adhering to a mythology about Europe… Yet the townsfolk can't deny the change in the air, Strange unrecognized folks walking through town dressed in black, pale and regal. Their presence in grocers and parks, even Sunday Service, yet their lack of homes or work. They seem to disappear at a glance, leaving an otherworldly chill in the air. Yet when one of these mysterious figures is found prone on the cross, the disappearances go down. Maybe the paranoia was running wild within town, or the public executions were becoming entertainment, as each month more and more ‘Vampires’ were uncovered. In the dead of winter, Hornsay Authority began to take notice of the buzz surrounding the public executions, and private investigators have been sent to traverse the wilderness. It took 7 PI disappearances before the unnamed town finally settled permanently on Hornsay’s radar. Unsure as to if the Church of the Holy Son was responsible for the disappearances, or whether something unholy was lurking in the mountains, the authorities halted to plan their next moves. Putting the crucifixions on a stand still, these strange figures become more prevalent in the town, and it isn’t long before the disappearances ramp up again, and more PI are lost to the cold and the dark. Townsfolk who once lived in peace, watching a pale figure suffocate on the cross, now lock their doors and keep their young villagers inside each night. The air is thick with howling coyotes and whispering rumors of a growing community of ravenous Vampires, immune to the brutal winter and any human weapon - who long to steal their youth in the night. For what purpose? No bodies have been recovered, so only God knows.
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Laurent Belenois BOT 8/19/2024 10:55 AM
The gravel under the tires crackled as the tires of the Taxi left the bumpy main road, following the white washed down sign. It read "Welcome to Hornsey!" In curvey already faded letters. A dull town right in the middle of nowhere. To this day Laurent couldn't understand what exactly had his brother drawn to move to this bundled up houses between trees of the deepest forest next door. His gaze trailed along the road, past some of those houses finally coming into view. It had taken 8 hourse from his home in New Orleans all the way up to this rural spot of nothing in Tennessee. All of this while not being in the best spirit understandably. Laurent had not hoped to see his brothers home like this for the first time just to collect the things Mark had left and organize his funeral. Afterall, there was no other person left in the family to do it... Finally the taxi came to a halt in a small sort of town square. Laurent opened the doors to stuffy sort of forest air streaming into his nose. It felt almost suffocating. "Ya sure you want me to drop you off here buddy? Place looks pretty dead to me." The taxi driver rolled down his window as Laurent got to get his suitcase from the back of the trunk. "Yes. Thank you." Laurent only mumbled quitely, leaving a good tip for the man before he drove off, leaving him to stand in front of the house that belonged to his brother. It looked a bit run down: white paint peeling off the front, few crooked roof tiles on the roof, the yard of course already starting to overgrow the broken stones guiding the way to the old front porch. What did his brother see in this place... As said from the call lady on the phone, the key was hidden under one of the wilted flowerpots. For a moment,
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Laurent hesitated to open the door, a wave of doubt overcoming him before he finally decided to put the key into the lock. The first look around already made it clear that he had some cleanup to do: half full to empty bottles and beer cans scattered across the living room and kitchen, few boxes of takeout already rotting on the counter. For now, Laurent didn't have the energy to clean any of this up so he decided to go upstairs. One door was creaked open, revealing a bright pink color that decorated the walls: his daughters room. What was her name again? Lilly? Lana? He couldn't remember. The room Laurent decided to enter seemed fairly clean, a spare bedroom made for guests like him, if he'd been ever welcome here. Laurent sighed as he put down his suitcase, taking a seat on the bed and staring at the ceiling for a moment that seemed like an eternity. He couldn't remain like this forever. About 30 minutes later, Laurent decided to get up and leave the house. It was about 6 or 7pm. A little evening walk would surely clear his head. The sun already started to set, the ancient looking street lamps flickering alight. He needed to get food as well. The car renting place should be right down the street, surprisingly for such a place to even have one that didn't go bankrupt within the first 3 months. "Go back inside boy!" A voice caught Laurent attention just as he was passing a small White house. An old man sat in a chair on his porch, a carving knife in his hand that trimmed away splinters of a piece of wood into a stake like figure. "It is not safe around here." He added with his raspy voice that made evident of his missing teeth behind his white beard. "We have gators where we live mister. I'm not afraid of some wolves or coyotes."
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Laurent replied without much emotion in his voice, his hands remaining in his pocket despite being alert at the sight of this curiosity. "Oh I'm not talking about those boy." The old man gave a dry chuckle as he added more wooden shavings to the pile near his feet. "You're that Belenoir boy right? Heard other one bit into grass recently." He chuckled again to the discomfort of Laurent who tensed up even more. "Probably the best way to die around here these days. Ya' know, before they can get you." With that his sharpened piece of wood seemed complete as he tossed it into a box nearby. "They?" Laurent raised an eyebrow as he watched the old man pick up another piece of wood out of another nearby box and began his process all over again. "Monsters that wear human skin. They are behind all. Abominations of night that hide in that Church up the hill." He talked while carving, a darkness clouding his bagged eyes before looking over at Laurent. "I tell ya', stay the hell away from there if you want to live!" His tone was serious as he waved with the tip of his not so sharp stag towards Laurent who was thrown into even more confusion. Monsters that wear human skin. What was this place? Sleepy Hollow? "How about you tell me where I can get some food around here old man?" Laurent just pushed all the man's warnings aside. This man just seemed to be the towns lunatic. To his non surprise, the man just grunted in disapproval, focusing back on his carvings mumbling to himself under his beard. "All the same... naive... they will come..." at this point, Laurent just decided to go ahead, aiming towards the heart of the town and away from this old man. Surely there was nothing extraordinary about this place. Just a bunch of madmen in their isolation. Laurent shook his head to himself as he kept walking, rounding a dark corner without a street light. The next one was a few meters away, a path of trees between that threw deep shadows.
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Nothing odd about that. Laurent kept walking while his mind recalled the stories the old man has just told him. Nonsense... @cowboy
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The taxi rolling in was a combination of common and uncommon in this time. Lots of relatives from out of town drove through Hornsay to get to the little unnamed sublet, but usually with the encouragement of the townsfolk and their 'heed my warning' speeches, they left the same day. Wasn't safe here overnight, just like the old man had said. The town was already starting to pack up by 6pm, it clearly wasn't a town with a big night life. Twenty minutes from the heart of Hornsay, the heart of the sublet had a corner store, and a diner, the diner was open, while the corner store looked like it hadn't been open in months. It's windows were barricaded with wood and one was smashed through. Spray-paint had scrawled "The dead come to take." in blue across the boards. Cliche saying that had been changed to imply the dead were... taking? The diner was open, a flickering light on the doorstep. Inside was only three customers, and a middle aged waitress, smoking behind the counter with the cigarette dripping ashes into her black drip coffe which she was presumably serving to customers. No one seemed to care though. As Laurent entered, the waitress let out a gritty smokers cough, and eyed him down. "You." She said, with a southern accent unique to the deep Appalachian. "Our kitchen's closed. Got coffee an' anything in the display." She says, pulling her cigarette from between her lips. She had greying brown hair but thick, drawn on brows, wrinkles around her lips which were coated with a sludgy lipstick, and her messy eyeliner looked as though to be done with shaking hands. She might have been a beautiful woman if she had not been working at a diner in the middle of nowhere. "Coffee, dea-" A bell chimed out, a church bell. It was louder then the waitress speaking, louder then the chatter between two of the guests, a young couple. The bell had a domineering presence, and it called everyone to attention. The waitress put her coffee pot down and with haste, paced towards the far window of the diner, where up on a hill where the run down church lay, a cross was being erected outside it, but was too far to see what the significance was. Almost at once, all three customers were up, a lone man, perhaps a cowboy from around here, and a younger couple who also looked to be from out of town. The waitress looked at Laurent and smiled a little, with yellow teeth. "Oh praise the lord, they got 'un." She said, and she grabbed her coat from a chair behind the counter, slipping it on. She bolted to the door of the diner, and looked behind her before she left with the cowboy in tail. "Don't steal anythin', kid. I own a gun." She said, before she was gone... The young couple stood, reveling their camera around the neck, and their cases. They giggled a little and looked at Laurent. "You're new here too, aren't you!" The girl said, and her accent was a thick one, new jersey, or somewhere like it. Not the southern drawl the waitress had. "We're reporters... well, sort of. You must be something like it, no one comes here just because." She took the hand of her lover and headed for the door as the bell chimed in the back, overwhelming the air with a sense of deep dread. The boy spoke. "Come see what the point of the town is." He said, the same accent mirrored on him. His hands gripped his camera and they both headed out the door... The cross stook fully erected at the church up on the hill...
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/20/2024 2:59 AM
After a few more minutes walking down the road, Nolan finally seemed to have made it somewhere that had some potential food. Other than in New York, the town looked pretty much dead. He only raised an eyebrow at the weirdly barricaded corner store. The Dead and crosses once again. No signs of apocalypse around here other than this now and the old man. Nolan pushed that thought away as he walked towards the semi bright sign of a Diner, the only place open apparently. The bell of the door chimed when he entered, being greeted with an equally depressing sight as outside. Only 4 people here in total. The sandwiches on display looked like they were made in the morning, the cheese already sweating beneath the dry slices of bread and soggy browning lettuce. The pie didnt look any better, but Nolan wasn't able to order anything in the short time he stood in front of the glass counter as the bell suddenly demanded all of their attention. At first, Nolan was confused on the function of that bell ring and the sudden rush of the waitress. He was confused even more as he looked with the woman up from where he stood upon the hill. In the church garden something was pulled up that looked like... a cross? The boy was left almost a but dumbfounded at the thread similar to the old man's demeanor from before, watching the waitress leave in a hurry. Before he could even say anything, the couple greeted him with a friendly smile. "Yeah?" Nolan shrugged, unsure of what exactly was going on. He was about to ask why nobody would come to visit this place if it wasn't for family. Was there truly something else going on? Obviously by now there was, but what it really was yet he couldn't figure out? Zombies? Demons? Skinwalkers? Heck even vampire's could roam the streets given the words of the old man. Since Nolan now wasn't in the mood for stealing any of the ancient looking food, he decided to follow the others out the door.
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He kept his distance to the couple walking up the street. Instead of walking, Nolan caught even a glimpse of the waitress running with her heels towards the church and that strange cross. What was going on? @cowboy
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The couple whispered amongst themselves as they made their way up the hill. Clouds gathered above them in the sky, it might start snowing soon. The ground was already wet from the possible snow the previous night, but the clouds tonight looked close to bursting. As Nolan walked, it was clear that more then just the maid were hurrying up the hill. A few others left their homes and began the trek, at least 30 or so, a crowd compared to what Nolan had seen before were all walking up the hill with strides of eagerness. The sight of forlorn cowboys and housewives with aprons and dirt on their faces, all marching up the hill towards this rotten church was enough to make skin crawl. They passed a sign... 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔖𝔬𝔫 Reject every kind of evil. - 1 Thessalonians 5:22 As Nolan walked he might have been able to overhear the couple chatting, but they peered over their shoulder at him and the woman gave a thin smile, and their chatting hushed to a whisper as they got their cameras ready... Finally, crossing the crumbled gate where the church lay, it was clearer now. As maybe 40 people all gathered on the wet lawn of the church, the cross being erected was a powerful, overwhelming sight. It was huge, bigger then any prop or church sign that Nolan had ever lain eyes on. Made of hardy pine, the freshly sawed wood still smelled of earth, pine needles, and iron. There was silence as everyone gathered below this massive structure, a sort of reverence as they observed. Although the cross was large, it paled in comparison to the true show... Every townsfolk laid their eyes upon the cross-bound figure, arms spread as if reaching into the sky to be grasped by the lord Himself. His shoulders looked unnaturally bent by his bindings on the cross, and his neck was craned downwards. He was massive. A tall, broad man, posed arms thick from muscle even when wrapped in the barbed wire which kept him bound to the cross. He was draped in black clothing, all but his arms obscured with his thick black coat which wrapped around his torso and dangled down onto his barb-caught legs. Furthermore of interest was his hair, long and blonde, covering his face with how it lay due to his bent neck. Blood prickled through his sleeves as he bled from the barbs cutting into his body, and blood dripped down from the cross, soaking the earth. As Nolan made it to a position in which he could see clearly, he was able to come to the front of the crowd, where the prone man was perched before him, and through his tangled hair one bloodshot blue eye gazed not at Nolan, but it peered over the crowd full of rage, absorbing in all the people who had come to see him tortured. The church bell tolled punishingly in the background, almost making the earth shake. Each vibration made drops of blood fall from the man's cut body. A priest, all draped in his regalia, approached the crowd with a wooden box in his hands, placing it beside the man on the cross, and standing up on it. The tolling of the bell halted and there was painful silence for a few moments. Finally the old man, greying hair, tired eyes, with a wicked look in his eyes raised his hands in adoration and praise to the sky. "It is once again our savior which brings us here today." He began, a deep southern drawl intoxicating his words. "Praise be." The crowd of townsfolk all repeated; "Praise be." The man grunted, a small anguished noise as the priest continued, rolling on about 'vile creatures', 'hellspawn', 'salvation in sacrifice' and other hot topics amongst the town which made the townsfolk cry out and grunt in appreciation. All while this crucified man stared, seething, eyes capturing the audience as they had captured him. "By morning come, this evil will be vanquished, and we will spread it's ashes across the roads in holy victory." The priest raptured, and the community let out resounding; "Amen."
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/20/2024 6:34 AM
The air grew colder with the clouds absorbing the last bit of grey sunligh. Nolan could even see his own breath outlining a bit as he watched the crowd in front of him form to gather around the place in front of the giant cross. Their attire was rather old fashioned, almost too old. Each of them mumbled as he stood out as a stranger just by wearing a brown coat with a pair of jeans and some leather boots. After some of the muttering had seethed, the townfolk stared up at the person actually hanging from the cross. Nolan's eyes widened in realization as the blood trickled down into the earth, a sense of horror crawling up his spine. What was this? Some sort of show? Performance art? Here? "I don't mean to interrupt your fascination, but is this some kind of sick joke?" Nolan leaned forward to whisper to the couple while the preacher had begun his abstract speech. Even it was one, it seemed incredibly distasteful. "Do the people here really belive in all of this?" Towards the end Nolan wasn't even sure if all of this was real or fake. Just one more reason to tidy up with the funeral and selling of the house to get out of here... @cowboy
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The man on the cross groaned in what seemed to be agony as the barbed wire ripped into his skin through his clothes, and his head lulled side to side. His bloodshot eyes never blinked though, never leaving the people... Except when a bright flash from the male reporter's camera flickered and he blinked, eyes locking with the man as he shuddered. His girlfriend was the one to answer, looking at Nolan. "So you're not some kinda blogger?" She whispered, leaning closer to Nolan to make sure she didn't interrupt the sermon by needing to talk too loud. "It's like.. the whole gimmick of the town now. This church started doin these random 'crucifixions', claiming they were evil spirits and stuff. People kept goin missing, church blamed it on these guys. Apparently they burn up in sunlight, me and Rowe are gonna camp out here all night to watch this one." She says, a tinge of excitement in her voice. "No one outside the town really thinks it's real. Maybe like some tourist thing? Towns been dying for a while, close to being absorbed by Hornsay. But it got investigated for a bit, but some PI's went missing, people from Hornsay. Now no one comes this way unless they're reporting or looking for trouble. Either way, if we camp out and get behind this whole operation, then it'll be amazing online." She brushes an auburn lock of hair behind her ear, gazing back up at the man on the cross. "If you're not in on it, what you doing here?" She asks, and the camera flashes again, the eyes of the man on the cross snapping to stare intensely at 'Rowe', the girlfriend, and by extension Nolan. The look of rage was overwhelming and oppressive.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/20/2024 7:08 AM
Nolan didn't reply at the first question of the woman, his eyes somehow fixed on the suffering man on the cross. It was absurd, vile even, but he couldn't look away. What the Two told him amongst the spiteful words of the priest didn't make any of this more logical. In fact, it made this whole crucifixion even more grotesque. Primal in a way that shouldn't be expected to happen anymore. This all was real. People seriously here believed all of it through torturing the soul hanging on the cross. Then, their eyes met. The blue unblinking depths of rage burying themselves deep into Nolan like spears piercing through his heart. The hairs on his neck rose with a shudder before the girl tore him out of it. "Fuck this shit." Nolan mumbled before turning around to make his way out of the crowd. He didn't care about the weird stares he got from the less individuals who even paid attention to him as he made his way away from the crowd, away from the weird man. The walk home from the church of the "Holy Son" was about 30 minutes from his brothers home. By the time he arrived back on the creaking front porch it was already too dark to see properly. Either way, Nolan was relieved to be back here or rather away from the crowd. As he pushed the keys into the door he couldn't stop to wander if his brothers wive or kid had disappeared like the victims mentioned. Was she perhaps strung up like that man on the cross? Not wanting to think about that anymore, Nolan shook his head, opening the door with a creak to come home hungry once again to the dark living room. For some reason it took him a bit longer to find the light switch before something truly unexpected could even happen... @cowboy
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The townsfolk glared at him, making resounding noises to silence Nolan from his disapproval. They allowed him exit, although the reporter seemed surprised at his response, initially maybe going to follow him but instead deciding not to, staying with her own camera recording the unholy act happening before them. The town was even more empty and dark as Nolan walked through, which made sense because the party was going on up at the church. A tumbleweed could have blown past and it wouldn't have been a question of how, but when. Alas it was too cold, and snow started to spit from between the strangled clouds above, and float down onto the rotted tar roads. The house was just as Nolan left it, dark inside, quiet, the feelings of death permeating everything like a plague, but at least it didn't smell like corpse, just rotten food. Somewhat... bearable... especially compared to the sight Nolan had just been present for. If to finally find the light, the top of the switch was covered in dust, perhaps his brother lived in abstract darkness... it wouldn't be hard in this forsaken place. There was a guest room which didn't smell half bad, at least, A double bed with a frilly lace bed-skirt and tan sheets, although maybe they were white once. The bedhead was wooden and the varnish flaked off. It seemed that the rot consumed this town, and Nolan's brother was no exception... The world was still out here, at least. Would rest come easy if all he saw when his eyes were closed was the piercing blue rage of the crucified man? A light breeze swept through the house, the curtains in the living room fluttering in the cold air. They were light and thin, not meant for the winter drafts. It would be too cold to sleep without shutting up the house. He had the key, after all. Perhaps it was best, after the subtle and not so subtle warnings that danger was afoot.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/20/2024 7:36 AM
The smell of rotten food was still as bad even without the lights on. Part of Nolan wanted to keep them out to just simply not see the mess, ignore it for another day. With a small groan he tried not to inhale the stench too much as he leaned against the door with his back. Had the windows always been open? Nolan watched the white curtains float in the cold breeze for a moment until he closed first the one window, then the other. As he was about to close the second one, a wave of unsettleness washed over the boy, making him shiver as he stared a bit too long into the darkness outside. Quickly he closed it up with the curtains, making sure everything was settled and secure before he went up to his guest room. The room itself was still as mellowing as when he'd left. It felt stuffy, almost suffocating even as Nolan opened the window for a small creak while unpacking the suitcase. But before he even got to that part, he sat down on the dusty and squeaky mattress fully clothed still. With his arms spread out, Nolan simply let himself drop back onto the old sheets. While staring up at the rusty ceiling fan, he couldn't stop thinking about that man, his cold and rage filled stare. With all those thoughts and things he'd seen today, Nolan just wanted to close his eyes for a moment, some time to just breathe in the cold musky air until all of his thoughts eventually ebbed as sleep took over... @cowboy
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The night was quiet for a long time. The whole town seemed to slip into a deep sleep as the moon rose high and the snow fell low. It was cold enough for it to settle now, and the ground slowly became littered with a mottled white blanket as the night passed. It wasn’t for many, many hours into the night that there was a sudden noise in the night. It sounded like a coyote, but it was loud enough to echo all the way to the rotten residence where Nolan was sheltered. The noise was a jolt in the crisp air and after the sole cry, there was no other. Just one lonely coyote in the night, a creature with a pack perhaps lost in the mountains like so many in town were rumoured to have been. It was a dreadful concept. There was silence for maybe forty minutes more before there was a sudden, isolated creak. Alarmingly close, but so very soft. It was the first time someone had slept in that bed so it was reasonable to believe it may have been the floorboards settling into the weight. That was actually the most likely explanation, creaking did happen when Nolan walked around literally anywhere. The unnerving evening though was already enough to breed paranoia, and so any random noise could be enough to make a grown man cry and wet himself - were he weak willed. The silence prevailed after the creak, but a close listen couldn’t hurt.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/22/2024 1:18 PM
The gentle breeze carried snowflakes to land on the wooden window rim as the night went on. Nolan dozed off peacefully and exhausted, his haunted by the piercing blue eyes of the man on the- The lone coyote cry got Nolan to jerk awake. With a groan his arms stretched above his head before mumbling a low curse under his breath. His stomach was still empty and thirst was a thing too. Perhaps he could find something in the kitchen afterall. With an exhausted groan Nolan slugishly stood up, preparing himself mentally for the stench of the kitchen as he went downstairs. He didn't even dare yet to open the freezer so he just went to the cabinet across the kitchen mile. Few crackers and a bottle of soda. Neat, at least something. With his prey in hand, Nolan made his way back up to the bedroom, sitting back on the bed to snack on his food. He'd just get something more nutritious tomorrow. There he sat in silence, crunching on his crackers while watching the curtains and snowflakes dance in the nightly breeze. After about 40 minutes of slowly emptying the box of crackers, nature was still one to call. Nolan was quickly able to locate the bathroom across the hallway. Just as he was finishing his buisness there, there was that slow creak. He perked up at the sudden sound, not remembering at all that the house creaked. Were there raccoons in the kitchen now from the opened windows? Nolan had no idea. Still something just felt off as he walked back across the hall to his room. Something just didn't feel right... @cowboy
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Upon entering the bedroom again it was silent. The creak, although possible signifying the presence of something showed to be fruitless. The bedroom was empty and the wind whipping outside made the curtain blow through just the crack Nolan had left it free for. The moon was fairly bright outside, the snow was rather light allowing fleeting beams of moonlight into the room through the thin curtains. Every time the room lit up every shadow in the room roared to life, turning everything into horrible beasts. The coat-hook cast shadows of claws onto the wall, the shelf in the corner casting darkness upon 30% of the room, a sun-chime on the window causing a strange sigilic pattern across the bed. An odd long, thin, broom-like item casting a pole of dark across the floorboards beside the bed. There was a significant creak from downstairs, more than just the house settling. It sounded like something heavy was placed down gently, and the weight of it caused the floor to breathe.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/23/2024 10:14 AM
After shrugging that small creak off for the first time, Nolan popped another cracker into his mouth, watching the moonlight shadows play through the room. At the next sound, he stopped chewing, listening closely. It was a small thud, too heavy for just an average racoon. Did anyone break in at this hour? Nolan was certain he had all the windows closed. What, or even who was in this house had to go. Slowly he sat the box aside, his hand tightening around the pocket knife in the coat he still wore. With the touch on his weapon, Nolan went into the hallway, slowly down the steps of the stairs to stand back in the dark kitchen. Everything was silent, too silent. Once again it took an awkwardly long moment to find the lightswitch along the wall, to hopefully catch whatever racoon or bug was raiding his stash... @cowboy
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The house was quiet as whatever creature was downstairs held still, refuting the idea that it might be a raccoon. they didn’t sit that still. As Nolan creaked down the stairs, hand out for the switch, and other on the knife, there was a gentle breeze which grew stronger every step downwards. Finally making it to the bottom of the stairs only instilled more dread into the silent house, as Nolan rounded into the kitchen to access the switch. Turns out he didn’t even need to. In the dark hallway, backlit by the moon through the wide open front door to the home was a figure. Shrouded in forwards darkness, they stood in a way that took up the whole hallway, leaving no chance of squishing past to get out the front. Although obscured, they were still an obvious threat, taller than any normal man, wider than any as well. They didn’t even speak, but began down the hallway towards the kitchen with haste, their heavy footsteps making the groaning and creaking that brought Nolan down here in the first place. Nolan could go back up the stairs, or perhaps leap through a window, but there were only very undesirable options. If anything, hiding shrouded in the dark, somewhere small and tight, could be Nolan’s best bet. The figure was so large he could only get through so many places. A creaky house like this had surely plenty of hiding crevices. The window open upstairs could also be a good place to escape, the overgrown vines trellis’ on the outside walls giving an opportunity to scale down. The options were there, but the action was needed as the man made easy work of the hallway…
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/26/2024 12:05 PM
Just as Nolan's hands was about to reach the switch around the corner, his heart stopped. A dark figure stood at the end of the hallway, larger then what Nolan had ever seen. Fuck he wasn't imagining things this time. The creaking of the floor was proof enough. Terror began to clutch his chest as Nolan began to stumble backwards, trying to keep his distance between the man and him. It was a man right? He couldn't even muster a word until the figure stepped into the field of one of the windows. The light casted into his face revealed more of his stern, quite familiar features, his blue eyes glinting the moonlight for just a second- Fuck. The man from the cross. "How-" Nolan managed to chocke out with hoarse throat. His heart sank deeper with every step the man took towards him. By now he'd pointed his measly weapon at the other as he tried to make his way back to the stairs. "What the fuck- who are you? How did you get free?" Nolan gulped as he'd finally found his voice back, sorta. He didn't understand... @cowboy
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The man from the cross looked somewhat better now then he did on the cross. His long blonde hair was pushed back out of his face, tidily tucked behind his ears. His piercing blue eyes didn't have the rage in them they had before, but they did have a seriousness, like a man determined. They watched Nolan stagger along backwards, heading towards the stairs, but they didn't even seem to hurry. They paused in the hallway, as a barrier between the exit, and Nolan. They look at the weapon Nolan wields, and cross their arms. "That's... your concern?" The man from the cross says, a pale eyebrow raised. They look perplexed. Surely not Nolan would have bigger concerns then wondering how they escaped, seeing as they were now positioned in the kitchen, as the gatekeeper to safety and freedom, as if there was much for Nolan in the outside of this forsaken house. "It's a cross, just wood and wire." They say, taking a couple steps closer, narrowing the space between the stairs and the man, Nolan in the middle. "Something as simple as that isn't hard to escape..." Now as the man speaks in full sentences, their accent becomes clear. Drenched in an almost mesmerising deep southern wet, their voice cooed and purred without meaning too, but was deep enough and rich enough to turn sentences into a poetic drone. This voice was more 'cowboy' then some of the others in town that evening, and there were plenty of them.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/27/2024 12:19 PM
Nolan's eyes widened a bit in surprise as the man spoke in a fairly calm and reasonable tone. His voice was smooth and velvety and he wouldn't lie saying that it didn't send a small shiver down his spine. Now with the stranger taking several steps towards him, there was barely enough room for his feet to step on the first steps of the staircase. Fuck. "Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?" Nolan asked, pointing his weapon still at this oddly attractive man. Earlier he was a bloody mess of ripped clothes and blood. Why did he look so different? Was he the evil twin of that person? Wait no that was nonsense. He'd just admitted that he'd broken free with ease from his wooden prison. But why Nolan now? Why his house? Mysteries over Mysteries... @cowboy
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The man paused a good 10 feet from Nolan, tilting theirhead a little, before taking a deep breath. "Just helping out." They said, and then they glanced just quickly behind Nolan, up the staircase. There was a terrible creak as something ran down the stairs with such haste what it sounded like brief thunder. As the sound came forth, the recognizable and aggressive sound of a shotgun being racked accomanied the stomping. "Haut les mains!" A voice cried, thick with accent, and Nolan in his staggering was kicked in the back of the head, forcing him back down the one step he had made it, and towards the tall man. "Put up your hands... now." If Nolan were to turn, he would come to see a second man, not as strong or tall, but in his slender hands he held a large fully racked shotgun, pointed right at Nolan's head. His curly brown hair was wild, and he wore nicely tailored clothes, a brown vest, short boots, and a tan cravat knotted plainly. It was clothing immensely out of time... The taller man stepped back a moment as Nolan was pushed towards him, as to not let Nolan fall on him.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/28/2024 10:14 PM
Just helping out? Nolan stared a bit perplexed at the stranger who now stood 10 feet away from him and didn't seem to move further into his direction. He was even more confused at the glance over his shoulder, but then, another creak on top of the stairs. Before Nolan could even turn around, the kick landed in the back of his head. With a painful groan and lack of orientation he fell to the ground, barely scraping the wall as he'd almost hurt himself even more. "Fuuck." Nolan let out another painful groan until the heard a shotgun being cocked. His heart sank as he looked up to see the riffle pointed right at him. With hands slowly raised he tried his best to at least shuffle up against the wall a bit sitting to see who the one was pointing the gun at him. It was a man in very old fashion, old Wild West fashion. What the fuck was going on? Nolan couldn't even properly think yet, his head was still pounding from that kick... @cowboy
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The vested man stepped down the stairs with the shotgun and into the moonlight which peaked through slivers in the window. His vest was actually more like a rich umber, with very subtle and intricate embroidery all across it, the buttons folding tidily down from his neck to his stomach. Underneath his vest, his white shirt had loose flowing sleeves. His pants were straight tailored and tucked into his boots which made a rhythmic tapping on the ground. “Get up.” He said, waving the gun in a motion to match his command. The french accent was thick, he wasn’t from around here at ALL, but it was like he’d been plucked from a story book of Henri II, some french monarch known from his assassination. He didn’t seem real. “Stand or I will make you.” He said. The huge man made no move, just standing as a barrier to escape using their body.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/29/2024 12:58 AM
Even in the dark, the second man's silhouette was clear enough to see for Nolan. A vest, flowing sleeves and a audible French accent. Get up. Fuck. Nolan tried his best as he could with his heart beating against his rib cage. With a groan and one hand on the floor for support he eventually managed to slowly pull himself up, ignoring the boulders threats. "Can someone just tell me what the fuck is going on?" Nolan spoke slow and exhausted. "This isn't even my house it- it belonged to my brother I'm just supposed to be a guest..." He stammered, trying to get his vision to focus through closing his eyes shut. @cowboy
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As Nolan stood, the man with the gun approached quickly, putting it right in Nolan's face, before beginning to circle him, seemingly looking him up and down closely. He squints. "I don't know who's house it is." He says, shrugging, the gun jerking a little as he did. He lowers it just a tad, in line with Nolan's stomach. "Turn around." He says, and the tall man shifts to lean against the wall, seemingly very relaxed despite how dire it is. That or immensely bored by the interaction. They raise their arms and push their hair back, and as they do their forearms peek out from their black coat, revealing the previously bleeding marks left by the barbed wire from the cross. The pair are both very tall, but it's the relaxing giant that seems surprisingly to not be too large of a threat. Their intense blue eyes are fixed on Nolan.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/29/2024 6:10 AM
Nolan's heart sank to his knees as the gun was put right in his face. This was bad. While holding his breath and arms up, the other circled him slowly as Nolan slowly moved away from the wall under the rifles guidance. He frowned at the others statement about them not knowing who this house belonged to. Did they just see how it was empty for so long? "Then what do you want? My wallet is upstairs but, I don't have much in it." Nolan tried again, his eyes catching a glimpse of the giant leaning against the wall. The moonlight gave enough view for him to see the scars beneath his coat, the marks from thorns and scratches of wire. But they looked almost healed, which couldn't be possible right? Something was definitely wrong with these two... @cowboy
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The man waved a hand. "Just turn around, like you're spinning. Carousel." He says, thick french accent impeding on his vocabulary as he struggles through 'spinning'. He pushes the barrel of the shotgun against Nolan's forehead lightly, and it makes a mechanical groan as it moves. It's a heavy, old piece of artillery. "This will take off your head, so it'd better make a full circle before I count from five." He says, and the taller giant grunts, rolling their eyes. The frenchie continues. "One... Two... Three..."
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/29/2024 10:43 PM
Just turn around in a circle? What did Nolan get himself into here. He was about to question why he should do so before cold metal pressed against his forehead. Now that Nolan looked at it longer, the rifle was old, straight up out of a museum. "Fuck okay okay, I'm doing it!" Nolan's heart sank at the countdown as he did a quick turn only to face the intruder again. At this point this was just toying with him... @cowboy
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The man rolled his eyes at Nolan’s fast turn. “It’s no skin off my back.” He says, and suddenly he moves the gun, holding it upright, before raising it and with a firm amount of force, letting it crash into Nolan’s temple The butt of the gun makes a sickening thwack as it makes contact, and the larger man steps forward as this happens to make sure he can catch Nolan as he is knocked out. “Pick him up, let’s go.” The man with the gun said - but it was probably the last thing Nolan could hear… It was a long hike through the mountains and forests before the pair arrived at the commune with Nolan slung over the giants shoulder. The town was nestled into the mountainside, wrapped in trees. Most of the buildings were pleasant log cabins, or old run down sheds and houses from long ago. The two men passed some roaming livestock like sheep and goats, and a large black tent, erected with thick wooden beams. They walk out of town by a few hundred feet and are at what might have been once a hunting shack, but was now the two men’s home. The giant takes Nolan up the front porch stairs and inside he threads down a number of halls, before unsanctimoniously dumping Nolan onto a bed in the room. They pulled Nolan’s shoes off, but otherwise it was the only thing they took from him. They turned and made a hasty exit, knowing that eventually Nolan would wake and there was a chance the previous few hours would be a blur of forgotten memories. “Damn, hit him hard…” They mumbled to themself, shutting the door but not locking Nolan in. They knew that there was nowhere to run to, this deep in the winter mountains. Hours were allowed to pass and it was silent all till the sun rose.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 8/31/2024 5:27 AM
Nolan was left with no time to direct as the cold metal hit the side of his temple with an ugly thwack. It was the last sound to hear before his vision went black, his body limp into the arms of that stranger who he'd no idea were taking him. Dreams were a rare occasion for Nolan. His darkness was filled with ominous whispers, black hands that latched out and clung to his feet as he tried to run. They were dragging him back, he couldn't breathe. No... Nolan's eyes shot open with a sharp inhale. The pain quickly caught up to him, resulting in a wince while closing his eyes back. At first when he opened his eyes again, it took him a moment to realize that this was in fact not his room, nore that of his brothers house. "Fuck..." Nolan groaned in pain while reaching to touch the painful spot on his temple. It was dried and sticky, fingertips in remains of... blood? Nolan's heart sank as one memory after another returned. His brother, the town Hornsey, the crucifixion and... something was missing. Nolan shook his head. For now he'd have to get out of here, that's what his gut was telling him. With another groan he stood up, only noticing now that he didn't have any shoes. This would make running a lot more less pleasant. He got up from the bed, heading for the dark heavy curtains which he pulled to the side. It revealed green grass and other covered windows, like a sort of winter garden. He caught a glance at the glass dome ceiling to see that it had just gotten dark outside. How long was he out for? With that Nolan closed the curtains back up, heading for the old wooden door that led into a dark hallway. He paid attention to be quiet to make sure not to wake the one who'd taken him here by force. For now he followed the hallway to the right that brought him to another wooden door. It opened with a small creak to reveal a sort of livingroom. Nolan's gaze wandered from the old piano besides the door to the couch and table behind.
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The white of the snow outside reflected the moonlight in the room quite well- wait. Snow? "Shit." Nolan cursed under his breath at the realization that he could hardly free from here. With no idea where he was and who brought him here, Nolan was trapped... @cowboy
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The heavy curtains pushed aside revealed the garden with softly blossoming plants in earthy vibrant colours. Reclined on one of the chairs is a large man, fully dressed in back from head to toe, including a velvet wide brim hat which shades his face. He has a long braid which pours out from under the hat onto the lounge then onto the floor. He has a heavy smoking pipe hanging from his lips which billows smoke from the end of it cascading into the air. Whether Nolan remembers this figure or not is to be debated, but now he relaxes lazily as if he had not a care in the world.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 9/2/2024 11:20 AM
Now that Nolan stood in the living room, staring out at the snowy window, he'd no idea what to do now. There had to be a way out of this house. With that he went back to the wide windows with black curtains. Perhaps it led to somewhere else than the garden from before. When he pulled part of the curtain aside it was the same green house, however there was now a man sitting in one of the chairs smoking a pipe. The longer Nolan stared at him, the more his mind was flashed with fragments of memories- Quickly Nolan closed the curtains again, his chest heaving as he backed off from the curtain with shaky feet. Him. He was the one bringing him here. The cross. Panic began to set in as Nolan eyed the nearby shelf with several drawers. He needed a weapon, some way to defend himself. With this thought in mind he began to rummage through each drawer, hoping for at least a pair of scissors or something similar... @cowboy
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The man didn't seem to notice the curtains move, therefore he stayed reclined on the reclined deck chair with not a care in the world. He occasionally shifted to adjust the pipe in his mouth, a black-gloved hand fiddling with the wooden apparatus. The cabinet with the small jukebox on top had mostly empty drawers, a few scratch cards showing no money won, a couple coins, and a pair of sunglasses. The left top drawer had what seemed to be loose dried leaves, and another pipe, as well as matches and a cigar case with two remaining cigars. The bottom right drawer had a very crisp, new copy of a book which only came out recently, Carrie, and a few cartridges for the jukebox, and then finally the bottom left had.. A small pistol, once again old artillery from perhaps 20 years ago, it looked like a make from the 50's - most people had traded guns like this in for newer models by now.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 9/5/2024 10:43 AM
Empty, empty, empty again. Gosh. Nolan groaned internally at his luck. The next one only offered a few scratch cards, but also coins. He quickly took the few he could find, tugging them into one of his jacket pockets. Moving along to the other side of drawers, a pipe and matches. Nolan took those too, just in case. The next one, a book and some music until- Nolan breathed a small sigh of relief as he found the gun. Now we were talking. The gun itself was a bit older, definitely outdated, but in good shape. It had been a while since he held a gun in his hands. With no bullets in the drawer, Nolan pushed the small mechanism that would let the hopefully loaded magazine into his hand... @cowboy
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There was one bullet, that was all, although the clicking and locking noises the gun made echoed down the wooden cabin, and seemed to bounce off the walls. From where Nolan stood he could see into the courtyard where the sleeping giant was, but he barely stirred when the noise rang out. Luckily.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 9/6/2024 11:42 AM
To his own dissapointment, the gun was almost empty. With but one singular bullet to fire, Nolan mouthed a quiet 'Fuck' before carefully sliding the magazine back in. Even though he did it slowly, the sudden click of the magazine snapping back into place was louder than expected. Too loud. Nolan flinched at the sound echoing through the silent cabin, carefully he looked over his shoulder before taking a few steps towards the curtain. Luckily the man didn't move. Nolan could now at least defend himself... @cowboy
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The house seems to creak and groan with every movement Nolan makes. As he gets closer to the curtain, where the man resting can be seen by a sliver, the floor whines with nervousness and lets out a long creak. Finally the man seems roused as they lift up their head, tilting up their broad hat and looking right at Nolan, eyes obscured but it’s as if their gaze is still penetrating even when unseen. They sit up, robes shifting around them and braid over their shoulder. They don’t make any fast moves though, seemingly rather relaxed. They move the pipe from between their lips, the smoke rising as they release it from their mouth and tilt their head. They watch Nolan carefully, as if waiting to see what Nolan does next.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 9/15/2024 8:02 AM
Just as Nolan thought he could breathe with things looking up a bit, the floor gave away under him in a loud drawn out creak. Before he could even curse for himself, Nolan saw out of the corner of the eye how the man moved. A cold shiver ran down his back as the others gaze locked onto him, even as it was hidden behind glasses. In this moment, Nolan felt seen, vulnerable... "Ff-" He cursed under his breath, taking a step back as the other stood up. Something about him and his abnormally tall statue seemed also familiar. Realization struck Nolan like lightning, hus eyes widening in a bit of visible shock as his body took two more steps back. His arms automatically raised the gun at him, the one who'd hung at the cross earlier, the one who he barely could remember if he truly was alone with him. "Who- who are you..." Nolan choked those words out with beating heart and sweat running down his brow. The gun in his hand trembled as he took another step back, another step towards the door... @cowboy
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The man watches the gun raise to meet them, and they tilt their head revealing their face from under their large brimmed hat. Out of the sun now, they can finally expose some of themself, and they do so, peeling off their gloves with a nonchalantness which is almost insult to the fear Nolan feels. "Put that thing down." They say, the deep southern wetness of their voice a harsh reminder of the way they stood, backlit, in the hallways of his brothers home, however many hours before. It must have been hours ago, in the night, if the sun was risen now. "I'm not gonna do anything, but if you carry on all silly it'll be a lot more trouble." They say, raising a pale hand, their fingertips adorned with long, sharp nails, almsot claw-like. They take a step closer, seeing Nolan moving towards the door. "It's snowin' out there. You're not gonna get far, no coat, no shoes, you'll be froze dead in a mile." They say, voice soft and gently. They don't seem like a violent type...
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Nolan Westwood BOT 9/17/2024 11:14 AM
Nolan's hands didn't move down at the advise of the other, but his steps towards the door had stopped for now. Something about the way how the other removed his gloves in such a nonchalant manner sparked something new in him. Rage. "The fuck do you mean with trouble." Nolan pressed through gritted teeth, the grip around his gun tightening at the view of the others claw like nails. What the fuck? The situation didn't ease when he was once again reminded by this stranger where he was and how trapped he was. Nolan hated to admit that this, whatever they were, were right. "Then what do you want from me? What is all of this about?" He asked again, his arms growing slowly tired from the weight of the gun that he still had pointed at the strangers chest. Till now Nolan had truly no reason to put it down... @cowboy
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The man tucks their gloves into their coat pocket and takes off their hat as well, hooking it on a hat-rack which wobbles by the door. Their long hair which was once out, flowing down their shoulders and covering their face on the cross, is braided neatly. The huge figure initially takes a step towards Nolan, but raises his hands when he starts yelling. "Oh hush, c'mon." They say, rolling their blue eyes. "There's people with bigger guns in this house then that little thing - I'll light the fire, put some water on the stove, nothin' like a coffee to settle down." They're strangely nice, and they turn towards the kitchen, just walking away from Nolan as if he's not the one with the gun, as if he's barely threatened. But the threat of someone else being in the house was clear - someone who wouldn't be hesitating to shoot like Nolan did. There was someone else, back at the brothers house - so where was he now?
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Nolan Westwood BOT 9/18/2024 12:05 PM
Nolan's voice was low, a shaky breath formed into words grit through his teeth. It was not loud, but the silence in this house made his voice deafening loud. At the roll of the others eyes, Nolan's gaze shifted more into confusion when the man walked away. What did he mean? People with bigger guns? Were there more people in this house? Perhaps armed? The memories struck Nolan like lightning. Like the pain that had caused this nasty headache he'd woken up with. Shit. One more of this man's kind was not good. Now Nolan's chances were truly hopeless... "Look, if you want to kill me, at least get it over with swiftly. Just cut all this bullshit." With those words Nolan lowered his gun for the first time just a bit, but it was enough to make his stiffened arms slightly burn by now... @cowboy
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The man doesn't even look over his shoulder as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. There are shuffling noises as they take a pot down from a cabinet and begin filling it with water using an old copper spout. The spout splutters as it soon shorts out of water, and slows to a drip. "I'm not going to kill you." They say and they place the pit down on an old gas stove. It clicks to light up and a small fire sprouts from the gas tips. They place a lid on the pot. They look back at Nolan, staring down at him before finally looking away and heading towards the fireplace which has unburnt logs piled inside it. Clearly, they are someone of little words...
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Nolan Westwood BOT 9/19/2024 3:33 AM
Frustration began to rise in Nolan's chest as the other seemed to ignore him further, despite all his questions. The sheer arrogance of the other to just go ahead and make himself while Nolan himself stood unknowing in front of his only free yet blocked way out. I'm not going to kill you... Nolan's brows furrowed in confusion though a small wave of relief cursed through his body. The silence went back to it's noise after the water was done rushing, leaving the both to stare at each other before the giant turned back around. "Then what do you want from me? Why did you take me here?" Nolan questioned once again, rage and frustration evident in his tone of voice. For the first time, he took two few steps towards the other, gun finally lowered to his side as he glared at the strange man who hopefully stuck to his word for now... @cowboy
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"I'm also not interested in answering these questions." They respond shortly. They crouch to their knees so they can tend to the fire, but even kneeling they're much taller and larger then the average person. They fumble with matches, and striking noises sync out from their obscured hands. Kneeling, their braid almost touches the ground behind them. "You seem angry, and it'd be best to let yourself relax a little." They say, with the cadance of a lecturing teacher. They finally make fire, and kindling crackles as the open fireplace comes to life. Flames lick at their hands, and even Nolan can see how they do not flinch when their fingers touch fire. They stand. "Put that gun back." They say. "It's very old and antique, it's damaging wont be appreciated."
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Nolan Westwood BOT 10/4/2024 12:30 PM
At the others refusal to answer Nolan's questions, he found himself growing even more irritated. The stranger didn't even really seem to see him or his presence as a threat. Relaxing? Now in this situation? Nolan would've loved to scoff and laugh out loud, but given his current situation, he only felt the rage boil further and further. From the side, Nolan saw the flame licking over the others skin, leaving it in tact and the giant not even flinching. Once again it send a small shiver down his spine, reminding him not to let his guard down for as tempting as the offer of relaxation and warmth was. "I won't put it down or back unless I get my answers from you or whoever else is in this house." Nolan insisted, firm in his belief on a right to know what was going on. He didn't care if he really even had such a thing, but for now he was the one with the ancient gun in hand... @cowboy
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The man glances up and looks into the barrel of the gun, not even flinching or even seeming concerned with this situation. Although Nolan is agitated this giant is not, and their unwavering determination to remain calm is unnerving. “Alright, then hold the gun. There are no answers for this.” They say, shrugging. They walk back over to the stove, watching the pot resting on the flames as it approaches a simmer. “Just try and relax yourself and instead of asking these frantic questions -take it easy and I might be able to assist you a little more. This really is your best case scenario.” They drawl, glancing over at Nolan.
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Nolan Westwood BOT 11/13/2024 11:59 AM
By now, Nolan's determination to keep the heavy gun up began to waver as his arms were aching by now. The giant didn't seem to care still as they turned around to dismiss any threat opposing him. As they returned to the stove, Nolan let out a small sigh of relief like he'd been holding his breath till now. This all was so frustrating. There were answers to be given, but why did Nolan not get them already? With a small pained and annoyed groan, Nolan finally slowly lowered his gun in defeat. This wasn't getting him anywhere so, maybe it would really help to take it easy? It took Nolan a lot of courage to take one step ahead, then another. His eyes wandered over the kitchen counter, watching the steam blow out of the kettles opening. "Your hands weren't burned when you touched the fire earlier." Nolan noted, his hand still gripping tight around the gun. "What are you?" @cowboy
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The giant reaches to the high upper cabinets and brings down three mugs from the shelf — they also grabbed a metal tin, beaten up and rusted on the outside but with a black bag of coffee grounds in it. They retrieved filters from the cabinet also and with their large hands they fiddled to get them into the cups. “Someone with not much feeling in my hands.” They answer plainly, scooping coffee grounds into the filters. They look at Nolan and their eyes squint slightly. “Your leading questions won’t be answered - I’m not meant to make revelations like that to you.”
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