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hillhouse2021-06-06 07:02 pm
evilwithin) wrote in hillhouse2021-06-06 07:02 pm
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MIDNIGHT
[You know you were walking, though you thought it was a dream. Deep into the woods, armed with a flashlight, the fog grows deeper, deeper, and with it, your sense of reality, and of self, blurs.
Leaves crunch. Gravel rolls beneath your heels. An iron gate is pushed open on rusted, protesting hinges. Somewhere along the way, other footsteps joined yours, the cadence too in sync to be natural. All at once you stop, standing, dazed. The fog around you has disappeared, but your head remains clouded.
That's when a clock begins to chime. With each bellowing note, your head starts to clear, your body regaining warmth. When the twelfth, and final, tone has faded, you have full control over your faculties once more. If only you knew why you were here, or where this was, or how you even got to this place.
The house is quiet, but you have the distinct sense that it is simply biding it's time, for now.]
Leaves crunch. Gravel rolls beneath your heels. An iron gate is pushed open on rusted, protesting hinges. Somewhere along the way, other footsteps joined yours, the cadence too in sync to be natural. All at once you stop, standing, dazed. The fog around you has disappeared, but your head remains clouded.
That's when a clock begins to chime. With each bellowing note, your head starts to clear, your body regaining warmth. When the twelfth, and final, tone has faded, you have full control over your faculties once more. If only you knew why you were here, or where this was, or how you even got to this place.
The house is quiet, but you have the distinct sense that it is simply biding it's time, for now.]
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He is, however, going to dig around and, wouldn't you know it, that sure is a flashlight. He flicks it on and off, then tucks it next to him in the chair.]
No. But maybe that's not so shocking. You got any criminal connections? Anybody who might wanna get you outta the way or something?
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He tucks the flashlight into a jacket pocket for now.]
Kind of. I mean, I know criminals— [he'd be kind of hard-pressed to name someone he knows who isn't—] but I don't think any of them have it out for me right now. [Though he gets the feeling that someone might. Several someones, perhaps.]
Is there a reason that's the first place you went?
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[It's said mildly enough, like one might say they work in a bank. It's fine.]
What do you mean, you know criminals?