003B-EVENT School's A Breeze

[FATE]

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[lawrence]

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"What the hell!?" The bewilderment could clearly be heard in the young albino's voice as he instinctively braced his arms in an x-shape in front of him, screwing his eyes shut at the flying debris, hoping it would stop. Law soon realized that it would likely not stop beofre he was maimed...or killed. Blinking his red eyes rapidly, his flight instinct kicked in and he yelled "Shit, run for it!" tossing a split-second glance at the two who had been trapped on this side of the gymnasium with him, he made a quick gesture to follow him. Turning on his heel, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him out the door, desperately trying to remember the layout of his school. He cursed under his breath. He should have payed attention to the copy of the school's structure, instead of trying to memorize that stupid monologue... The hood flew back, revealing his snowy white hair as he ran, screeching to a halt at the broken remnants of the stairs that led downstairs. Another pulse of cold, hard fear ran through him, and he turned quickly on is heel, grabbing the rail, and used his momentum to propel himself up the stairs, running up them in large strides. Landing roughly on the next floor, he stumbled slightly, but recovered, and sprinted to the first door, and tried to open it. It didn't budge. Deciding not to waste more time on it, he snapped out of his fear for a moment, hearing the keening wail. It sent a shiver down his spine. He momentarily recalled the sound of the doors being locked earlier, while he was making his way towards an exit. He had suddenly felt the need to just drop in at the gym. The wind had almost seemed to push him there, the unnatural breeze chilling him even through his thick hoodie. There had been so many other people, people he didn't know. But that was only to be expected, since it was impossible for him to know all the students who attended his school. But most of them seemed older, college aged at least. Why had they been there? It was just all too coincidental. An odd feeling of paranoia took over, and he chanced a quick glance behind him, as if that freak, or guy, or whatever it was, was right behind him, as he continued, at a slightly slower pace down the hall, despite his misgivings about the screaming, which seemed to be coming from the direction he was heading in.

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[ladymander1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 1000px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]and it’s almost like Your Heaven’s trying EVERYTHING[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]to keep me out[/style] [style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 9x; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]it’s almost like Your Heaven’s trying EVERYTHING to Break me Down [/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]♥ ♥ ♥[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 815; ♙tags: The last of the Group of Three ; ♙lyrics: Far from Home by Five Finger Death Punch;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]Another Day in this Carnival of Souls[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] continued from Event 003 Part 1 A strange feeling of nostalgia washed over Cameron as he stood next to his car passively smoking the cigarette between his fingers. A vague memory from his not-so-distant past flickered across the screen in his mind... It was one of those rare occasions during his high school career he had actually been present the entire school day. The final bell marking the end of the day had just rung, and he and a small group of acquaintances were gathered around his car laughing and enjoying the cool fall air. The memory was gone as sudden as it came, leaving Cameron with an unfamiliar emotion tugging at the far corners of his mind. Squishing the finished cigarette between the asphalt of the parking lot and his shoe, Cameron turned to let himself back into his car and head back to his apartment, deciding he’d rather risk Maria’s disappointment than the awkward reservations of the rest of his family. He caught sight of the school’s front entrance and a motley assortment of individuals entering the building. Although he normally would have waived them off as members of some after school activity, he found it strange that some appeared much older than the average teenager and therefore couldn’t reach the conclusion he would have been compelled to. He shrugged his shoulders, assuming that it was neither his responsibility nor his business to see what was going on. Just as the last person he could see disappeared from view, an odd wind passed through the area, leaving goose-bumps along Cameron’s arms and chills down his spine. He suddenly felt vulnerable and alone, the whole world around him foreign and his former high school the only place of refuge remaining. The strongest urge to enter the school washed over him as if the school itself was calling his name, demanding his presence. The wind seemed to flow through the front doors, beckoning Cameron to follow in its path. Once inside, the doors behind him shut and locked. The sound of a hundred locking doors echoed throughout the hallways, sealing the fate of not only him, but also of the other people who had also been coerced to step inside. The wind seemed to only increase in strength carrying with it now the sound of shrill cry. Its source was a mystery; the sound seemed to come from every direction engulfing Cameron in its pain and sorrow. Cameron slapped his hands over his ears, his back now pressed against the nearest wall. He could feel the floor trembling and he watched in surprise as the floor began to crack. The wind continued to blow through the hallways, now knocking over anything that was light enough to be carried in its wake. Confused and (admittedly) a little freaked out, Cameron made his way down the hallway on unsteady feet. How he made it out of the hallway and into the school gymnasium without being knocked unconscious by falling rubbing or flying objects, he wasn’t sure. He found himself surrounded by a small gathering of other people; some he recognized as they walked through the front entrance earlier, and others that must have entered from another door or were already inside the school before he arrived. Relief washed over Cameron as the gym seem untouched (for now) by whatever was happening in the hallway. This feeling was only temporary however, for as soon as he felt any measure of safety, a whirlwind circled in the middle of the floor giving rise to dark and malicious individual from whom, it appeared, the strange breeze was originating. Cameron had little time to focus on this ominous stranger as the gymnasium began to shudder. An ear-splitting crack came from above Cameron’s head; he looked up with just enough time to realize and react to the ceiling coming down on top of all of them. Somebody to his left hollered for them to run for it, and Cameron was only too willing to oblige. He quickly followed a stream of white hair up the nearest set of stairs. It didn’t take him long to reach the landing of the next floor as he too took the stairs in large strides. The scene on the next floor felt even more bizarre than the scene below them. While it seemed untouched by the activities inside the rest of the building, he could still hear the wailing reverberating against the walls. Cameron caught sight of the albino man attempting to turn the handle of the nearest door. Not surprisingly, it didn’t budge. As the male continued foreword, Cameron sprinted to catch up with him, vaguely noting the presence of one other behind them. “Hey, wait up!” Cameron called, winded from all the elation. “The hell was that back there?” Of course, he knew the albino probably knew about as much as he did, but it never hurt to put the question out there. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]Another Night Settles in as Quickly as it Goes[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: It’s a little long… I got carried away ^_^;; [/style]credit to gREY of OTE

[CHRISTIAN ORIAS]

[style=font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #536396; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-right: -12px ;]i know you're coming back down[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://spanishregistrations.com/ESW/Images/white.png); width: 300px; height: 375px; border: 20px solid #536396, bTable; ] [tr][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= border: 8px solid #446495; width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: -30px; ][/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]WORDS HERE count for me.[/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]TAGS HERE lotsa people[/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]NOTES HERE i've revealed myself![/style]

[atrb=style, background: #536396; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.9; height: 150px; ][style=height: 350px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 200px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto; ]He hadn't originally noticed how strong the wind seemed to be in contrast to the week in general - but it wasn't that much out of the norm, so no one could really blame him. But the thing was, with the bad feeling in Elm Brook, he was suddenly aware how the wind was blowing, hard, in the school. Which was a bit curious - he had not remembered any sort of draft in the hallways before in those torturous high school years, although it wasn't like he had paid much attention. With the added fact that Elm Brook was an enclosed school made it even more curious how there was wind in the hallways. He found himself moving to a familiar direction - the gym. He remembered it through the different times he had actually bothered to go to the games, whether it was required during school hours, or his parents made him. Which was a bit weird - since when had his parents been sports fanatics? As far as he knew - they weren't alumni of Elm Brook, though there was a fairly good chance if he thought about it. But he didn't think about it and before he knew it, he was in the gym, the wind was howling and there were other people. The bad feeling was gripping him again, sending chills through his veins. No pure terror thought. Not life threatening danger. It was just, a impending feeling of doom. Though surprisingly it was not a feeling of foreboding like one would think. But it was still unpleasant and he was still trying to shake the feeling off, though it was easier said than done. Maybe this was the part, just before his life flashed before his eyes and his life was taken by something, a mysterious force of nature, or naturally, or maybe even taken away before his time was due. However, he shouldn't be thinking about this. His life couldn't possibly be in danger, could it? No, the more he thought about, the more unlikely it became. However, the feeling still gripped him as he reassured himself. And his reassuring grew less insistent, less sure. And he was dipped back into fear once again. All the while standing in the gym, feeling out of place and a bit confused, despite the fact that there was nothing to be confused about. Maybe coming in here was a little uncalled for. Maybe it was stupid, something spur of the moment and he would have been better off not doing it. Maybe even insensible. Wrong. But he couldn't make himself regret the decision to come in, although he was very much regretting the decision of his not to wear a warmer jacket, as the cold wind blew through his hair and his exposed skin, chilling him. Maybe it would be a good idea to just leave, or find out what the other people were doing... But he wasn't going to have much of a choice anymore. Because from literally out of nowhere, this whirlwind of, well, wind came to his sight near the middle of the gymnasium. At first he thought he was hallucinating, and that perhaps everything was a hallucination and that there really was no wind in the corridor, despite how cold and windy it was, and that he was just seeing things. But upon closer examination, his skin was definitely prickled cold from the very existent wind, and the whirlwind was there, unnatural and very menacing. "Holy shi-" He didn't even get to finish his train of thought as he saw an actual human being looking thing in the middle of the swirls of wind. No, he didn't even have enough time to process that when the ceiling came crashing down right on top of him. No, that was an exaggeration. He was running for dear life when the ceiling came crashing down, but somehow manage to escape most certain death. He, fortunately, had enough sense to react instead of just standing there like a deer caught in headlights. But the dust arising was doing enough of it's part in making Christian cough. A few seconds of full-on coughing before he recovered. Dimly he could hear a voice over the roar of the wind and the dust settling. Run? Probably a good idea. This guy was probably a genius, it wasn't like anyone was going to stay in the ruined gym. But he didn't say anything and he could see two figures, two of the seven others he saw, and made way to follow them through the thick, settling dust. Perhaps kicking up more in the process. But Christian couldn't be bothered, he wanted out, and he wanted out fast. The double doors he vaguely remembered from the high school stood tall and proud - if not a little ruined. Leading to a none too ominous staircase. An echoing sound he couldn't quite make out. He would have been annoyed if he weren't too preoccupied with bolting up the near rotting staircase. It would have been suicide going down. Surprisingly, the staircase seemed to be holding his weight relatively well, but for the fact of panic and paranoia, he was bolting up fast, in an attempt to lessen his chances of falling. And to catch up with whomever he would be stuck with until rescue would come. The echoing he had heard was louder, and to his horror it was a scream. An shot of adrenaline shot through him, almost clearing his head from the fear, though still present and lurking. The two others were within sight, withing talking distance. "What... What the hell was that?!" He clearly saw that he was reiterating the other person's - the one with dark hair - question, but he didn't find it of any consequence. Timidly, he tried opening some of the doors, trying to find the source of the screaming wail. Then he was trying to open them in a frenzy, until finally, he stumbled upon an open one. It looked... normal almost. But there was still something odd about it. "Over here!"[/style]

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[lawrence]

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He tore after the man, who had found a open room. A brief, vague sense of dread sent a chill down his spine, but now was not a time for apprehensions. There was... that freak down there. Law was truly fearing for his life. Flashes of all those stories in newspapers of crazy people gunning down strangers quickened his heartbeat, and he gulped, tossing one final glance back at the other end of the hall. Gripping the edge of the open doorway with one pale hand, he used it to halt, swinging himself in. He furrowed his brows at the sight before him. Supplies lay strewn haphazardly about the room. Usually, the teachers were pretty strict about cleaning up their messes, and he vaguely recalled the one time he had made the mistake of deciding not to. His art teacher had pulled some strings and the next thing Lawrence knew he had been running ten laps of the school's massive track. He shuddered, the memory terrifying to him. But there was something that bothered the albino. Why would any teacher opt to use such a small room, when there were larger, empty classrooms in abundance? He pondered momentarily on them, his attention soon directed to something else. "What..." He trailed off, knowing full well there could be no way that the other two would know what that guy was. After all, both of them had voiced the same question. Running a hand through his shock white hair, stress evident on his face, he winced as the screaming reached an all time high. Before he covered his ears, he paused, hands poised to clamp down and block out the painful, scary noise. His red eyes had focused on a small black object. Eyes widening, he made his way towards it, reaching down to pick it up. Yes, the screaming was definitely coming from this thing. He fumbled with the sleek black object, his deathly pale fingers fumbling for a button, any button. The screaming was beginning to get to him. It wasn't the cheesy, lame-ass screaming in a typical horror movie; it was a terrified shriek of pain, increasing and decreasing, and there didn't seem to be a point at which it restarted, which meant whoever recorded this either wanted a long screaming clip... or they were a sick, sick bastard.

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[ladymander1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 1000px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]and it’s almost like Your Heaven’s trying EVERYTHING[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]to keep me out[/style] [style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 9x; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]it’s almost like Your Heaven’s trying EVERYTHING to Break me Down [/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]♥ ♥ ♥[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 727; ♙tags: Lawrence, Christian, & Fate ♙lyrics: Far from Home by Five Finger Death Punch;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]Another Day in this Carnival of Souls[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] The albino man didn’t answer Cameron, although he didn’t actually expect him too. He was probably just as confused and surprised as the rest of the people who saw the supernatural phenomena downstairs. The blue-haired person following behind Cameron began searching for open classrooms as well, casually at first, then a bit more desperately as the ear-piercing wail grew louder. The scream was seriously giving Cameron a headache, and no matter how long it seemed to go on, his ears couldn’t seem to adjust to its pitch. The guy with blue hair finally managed to locate the classroom from which the wail seemed to be emitting. Oddly enough, the room was open. He called to Cameron and the albino stranger. While Cameron hesitated, not sure whether or not he wanted to be any closer to the screaming ambience, the other guy made a beeline for the open room. He looked back once, and Cameron met his eyes. He supposed he should follow along. Maybe they’d find an open window with a fire escape. Cameron wanted nothing more than to get out of the building. Seeing how the ceiling collapsed in the gym, it was probably only a matter of time before the floor below him gave way. He followed behind the two as they made their way into the classroom. The room seemed ordinary, yet something was definitely “off.” Although Cameron hadn’t been in a classroom in years, he noticed its peculiar state. It looked almost as if it had been abandoned in a rush – supplies strewn on every desk, furniture in slight disarray. The next thing Cameron noticed was that there were no windows – so much for his escape plan. He was ready to turn around and head back into the hallway when he noticed the albino pick something up off the ground. Cameron moved closer to get a better look. In his companion’s hands was a small black object, and it seemed the scream was coming from it, as if it had been recorded. Cameron watched as he turned it over in his hands looking for, Cameron assumed, some way to turn it off. “We could bash the damn thing with a desk or something,” he suggested, almost having to yell to have himself heard over the device. His hands were clamped over his ears again. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person would put such a recording in the middle of school room, let alone make the recording in the first place. He moved away, scanning the room for something less cumbersome than a desk that was still durable enough to crush the “recorder” should the other man’s attempt to turn it off fail. He walked down a couple rows of desks, knocking over what he assumed to be a plastic pencil box in the process. He looked down, cursing under his breath, although the polite gesture seemed almost silly seeing how the three could hardly hear themselves think let alone hear each other’s profanities over the high-pitched wail. While there was indeed a couple pencils and pens rolling across the floor from Cameron’s clumsiness, something entirely unexpected caught his sight. At first he thought it was a necklace, but he soon realized the large piece strung across the silver chain characterized the piece as a locket instead. He might have assumed it was dropped by one of the people who vacated the room in haste (as Cameron initially suspected seeing the room in mild chaos). However, it was placed so perfectly in the center of the tile it “fell” on. The locket almost seemed like it was on display, like one might see at a jewelers, as if was purposefully placed there for him to admire. He walked over to it, bent down, and picked it up. It was much heavier than he expected, and he vaguely wondered why any woman would want to wear such a heavy thing around her neck. Cameron brought the piece closer to his face, looking to see where it clasped shut so he could open it. He found it hard to get hold of and open partly because the clasp was pretty tiny compared to the bulk of his calloused fingers, but mostly because the damn thing was closed up tight. Cameron began to search his person; surly he had a pocketknife on him somewhere. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]Another Night Settles in as Quickly as it Goes[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: I sure hope you find a way to turn off the damn screaming XD [/style]credit to gREY of OTE

[FATE]

 

 

LAWRENCE HAS TRIGGERED SOMETHING

The cassette player instantly turned off at the slightest touch of his fingers. The smooth black metal of the cassette player seemed to be holding it's breathe as the screaming had stopped playing but a distant echo still hung in the air letting everyone's ears almost ring at the sound of the newly found silence. The object seemed cold in Lawrence's hands as he turned it over looking for some kind of button but the small cassette player was only coated in the same black metal that seemed to be somewhat foreshadowing the on coming events of the night.

A soft gust of wind pushes all three of the gentlemen into the room if they aren't in there already. The silence seems to stretch on forever before the slamming of the door interrupted the silence. The sound of the lock clicking into place seemed to echo throughout the small room. It was clear they would have to figure out some kind of way out that didn't involve the door as it was clear they wouldn't be getting through it anytime soon. The lack of screaming almost seemed to leave the room echoing in it's absence now.

 

[CHRISTIAN ORIAS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://spanishregistrations.com/ESW/Images/white.png); width: 300px; height: 375px; border: 20px solid #536396, bTable; ] [tr][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= border: 8px solid #446495; width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: -30px; ][/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]WORDS HERE count for me.[/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]TAGS HERE mander and deuce[/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]NOTES HERE yah, short. sorry.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #536396; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.9; height: 150px; ][style=height: 350px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 200px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto; ]Being in the frenzy made his thought process get thrown out of the window. It wasn't until he was at the door, shouting at the other two, that he actually processed what he had done. Did he want to go into the room? Face the screams? To potentially see someone? Screaming? A long scream at that, ear piercing and sharp. Going on, forever and ever, scaring his very ears. He wanted to run, run for his life, get out of that building somehow. But there was one problem - he couldn't get out. It was go back to that utterly terrifying monster thing, or meet the source of this horrible screaming, making his ears bleed with it's dreadful screeching. Right, he was contemplating on running for dear life to the monster. But that was silly - he'd probably die out of fright and didn't rocks come tumbling down? Where else would he go, anyways? There were no windows, there were no exits except for the stairs he had bolted up. Really, the only possible chance of survival would be going through the door. The albino guy seemed to bolt into the room, eager. Who would be eager to enter a room, to find out their fate, if they could escape this school or die an untimely death? He was being overly dramatic, he knew. Why couldn't he be courageous and jump into the room, like the young white-haired man student? Honestly, the younger people don't seem to be as scared as the adults. He wondered why. Did the adults lose their balls or something? After the dark-haired man entered, Christian swallowed his fear and entered. If they could - why couldn't he? He wanted to keep his pride and dignity, and hopefully not run like a sissy upon entering. And he braced himself for whatever sight he would see. The wailing seemed to have come from a girl, so would they see a girl screaming her lungs out, for some reason? And what would this reason be? Christian's head ran through the gruesome possibilities, inwardly cringed. No, it couldn't be that. It must be someone screaming for an unknown reason, or something. This was a school. The only thing that was abnormal was that monster wind thing. He attended this school. This school was boring. How could it cause such fear for him? Looking inside, he found that he had nothing to fear, really. No one was in there save for the other two men he had met in the corridor. And the screaming, it seemed to have stopped. No - it was still resounding in his ears, ringing. Echoing. He wanted to get rid of it. "What... what just happened?" Christian looked at one of the man's hands. A... cassette tape? Were they so easily fooled? No, it had sounded so real, so very frightening and loud. In actuality, it didn't sound like it was on a loop - at all. Was it even on a loop? No, it had to be. No one could scream that loud, that long. That frightening. Right? A gust of wind flew in, strong, but not enough to knock Christian over. Odd. But he thought nothing of it. The silence was welcoming - for now. And then, the shutting door. The slamming. Alarmed, Christian looked up. Out of habit, he ran over to the door. But even then, he could hear the lock. But still he tried the door, yanking it, trying to open. His efforts were futile. Nothing. Slammed, shut. Trapped. The others went on to do different things, Christian was inwardly shaking with fear. What a sissy. But could he help it? No. The silence was starting to get to him, and he tried anything to get rid of it. "I know this isn't the best time to say this, but... I'm Christian. What about you guys?" The realization that he had been referring to the both of them as 'white haired man' and 'dark haired man' was starting to drive his mind insane.[/style]

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[lawrence]

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"Huh?" His confusion could easily be heard. How had the screaming suddenly stopped? Frowning, he turned the object over. There were no buttons. What was this, some supernatural flick? The click of the lock echoed in the albino's ears, and his heart skipped a beat. And it wasn't the good kind, either. This wasn't some freaking girly anime where everything was alright. Everything was not alright. Trying to grasp onto some sliver of hope, he tried to convince himself that the man wouldn't be able to get to them when the door was locked. But it was impossible, and Law decided it would probably be best to just accept the inevitable, like some tragic hero in a play. Except his death wouldn't achieve anything, and the only person who might grieve for him would be his mother, if she even noticed that he was gone. Was he doomed to fade away, into obscurity, without having left his own mark on the world? He clenched his teeth silently and sub-consciously drew circles on the sleek black recorder with his thumb as he lost himself in self-pitying thought for a few moments. "I'm Lawrence. Lawrence Raleigh, but you can call me Lawlipop." He said, trying to add a trademark wink and smile, but it was weak, almost forced. Suddenly, something caught his attention. Had the wall... moved? He rubbed his blood-hued eyes. No. Impossible. Rooms did not shrink. Yet the wall seemed to have inched forward in the few minutes they had been in the room. "Holy..." He started. There could be no mistake. "This room... is it shrinking!?"

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[ladymander1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 1000px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]and it’s almost like Your Heaven’s trying EVERYTHING[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]to keep me out[/style] [style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 9x; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]it’s almost like Your Heaven’s trying EVERYTHING to Break me Down [/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]♥ ♥ ♥[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 490; ♙tags: Lawrence, Christian, & Fate ♙lyrics: Far from Home by Five Finger Death Punch;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]Another Day in this Carnival of Souls[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b;] It seemed Cameron’s search for a pocket knife was in vain. He must have left it in his car or possibly at the shop. He sighed; oddly disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to open the locket immediately. The adornment felt extremely important all of a sudden, but this feeling didn’t belong to him. Sure, the sensation came from within, but it stirred from a depth unfamiliar to the man. It felt almost as if someone had implanted said emotion. Cameron vigorously tried to shake the thought from his mind; paranoid much? The recent events were most certainly playing on his imagination. He wasn’t frightened exactly, but his nerves were definitely shot. Cameron tore his eyes away from the locket, realizing that they had not left it since he first saw it upon the floor. The scream had suddenly ceased to resonate. While its memory still echoed in his ears, it was obvious the source had been extinguished. It was clear the albino hadn’t actually turned it off himself; his face was contorted in confusion. “It must have died,” Cameron said out loud, meeting the other man’s eyes. While he was referring to the batteries he assumed to be in the recorder, the uncertainty in his voice and his gaze was obvious. Indeed, the three of them couldn’t assume anything was operating on normal principles and logics at this point. As if to confirm his thoughts, another gust of wind, not unlike what they had experience earlier downstairs, swirled through the room. The pressure pulled their only exit shut, and another force locked the door from the outside. The blue-haired man who had originally beckoned them into the room bolted back to the door and to no avail tried to open it back up again. Cameron was making his way back up to the front of the classroom, stopping a few paces from the albino. Cameron watched as the blue-haired guy turned back towards them, a hopeless look marking his features. As if trying to forget for a moment their seemingly dire predicament, Christian introduced himself. Lawrence – “Lawlipop” – followed suit. The tension in the air seemed to lessen as the three strangers became acquaintances. “I’m Cameron… and I hope you don’t mind if I just call you Lawrence,” he said churlishly, slightly uncomfortable with what he believed to be a laughable nickname. Lawrence however seemed distracted. His outburst quickly explained why, although Cameron wasn’t sure if the perception was accurate. In addition to the abundance of supernatural phenomena occurring in the school today, what were the odds that the room they were in was now shrinking? Although doubtful, he looked around trying to gauge how much smaller the room actually looked and wished he had been more observant. “I don’t think so…” Cameron replied hesitantly. He was both concerned and… suspicious…? He suddenly felt reluctant to trust either of his new acquaintances; again, unseen forces were playing with his emotions. [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]Another Night Settles in as Quickly as it Goes[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: Shrinking rooms… god what’s next?; [/style]credit to gREY of OTE

[CHRISTIAN ORIAS]

[style=font-family: impact; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #536396; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-right: -12px ;]i know you're coming back down[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://spanishregistrations.com/ESW/Images/white.png); width: 300px; height: 375px; border: 20px solid #536396, bTable; ] [tr][atrb=style, width: 30px; vertical-align: top;][style= border: 8px solid #446495; width: 100px; opacity: 0.9; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: -30px; ][/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]WORDS HERE count for me.[/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]TAGS HERE lotsa people[/style] [style=background-color:#536396; font-size:10px; line-height:20px; text-align:center; width:110px; margin-top:-10px; padding-right:3px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.6; color: FFFFFF]NOTES HERE insistent stranger wanting to stay in said shrinking room.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #536396; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #536396; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #536396; opacity: 0.9; height: 150px; ][style=height: 350px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 200px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto; ] Lawli-Lawrence and Cameron. At first the former's name confused him - who in their right minds would want to be called Lawlipop? But then again, it might just be due to their personality and how much it differed from his own. He had only just met these two, and with their reactions to this event, it was pretty hard to tell their individual preferences and such, as he was sure any sane person would have acted as they had. Then again... their sanity could very well be questions, although what were the chances that he would be trapped, here, with two insane people? Sure, their mere presence was suspicious, as was his (it was just a mere coincidence for him, but it could be a mere coincidence for the other two as well), but what were the chances? Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of paranoia, even though he had no need to feel such a thing. However, how could one not feel scared and begin to suspect to, near complete strangers (or rather, not strangers as they had introduced themselves) in this type of situation, where you were trapped in a room, with no way out, and the circumstances surrounding being trapped seemed abnormal and supernatural. As well as the mysterious screaming that had disappeared suddenly, but the resounding memory still fresh in his brain, piercing his ears. Stepping away from the door he had tried to shake and yank open, he gathered up his surroundings. It looks just a bit small to be a classroom, although evidently the desks were littered with the usual school supplies, as though students had been sitting there just mere moments ago. Perhaps - they weren't very good at putting their stuff away? But looking a bit closer, he noticed something shining from the mess of pens, pencils, and colored pencils. Curious, he grabbed it, the small object enveloped in his hand easily. A key? What the heck? But still, he felt compelled to keep it, as if some supernatural force was forcing him to do so, and even though he tried to let it slip from his fingers, it was difficult and his fingers held on. It's an impossibly sad day when your fingers don't listen to your brain. While he was attempt to get his fingers back under his brain's control, Christian noticed something... odd. There was something important in this room, and he knew it. However, where was it? It didn't look like it was in this room, or anything special was in it, but he wanted to stay and look. Although, he could do just that seeing as he was trapped. However, he did not want to let the other people in this room kno-- What the fuck? Did Lawlip-Lawrence just say the room was shrinking? That was... inconceivable! No... the room couldn't be shrinking. "This room? Shrinking?" He tried laughing it off (without laughing, which was a rather difficult feat), but the uneasy feeling was settling in him. What was he, crazy to believe the room was actually shrinking? The next thing he knew, he'd be seeing ghost pokemon. [/style]

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