It's a trick. Get an axe.
Characters: Archie Kennedy (possessed), Isaack Brie
Rating: R
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Interior
Relative Date: Some time after this.
Status: COMPLETE
Archie had anticipated that he would sleep in on his birthday. While he wasn't known for being a morning person, he usually found himself up and out of bed before 8 o'clock in the morning on weekends. On his birthday, though, he had felt he deserved to sleep in until at least 10 o'clock. Which, of course, was a great plan, if not for the fact that he couldn't seem to sleep soundly at all. More than once, he'd opened his eyes to find himself upright, his fists clenched tightly around the bedsheets.
He tossed and turned in the bed, but couldn't find a comfortable spot. He switched beds, and found himself just as uncomfortable, but 10 feet to the left. Just as his discomfort seemed to know no bounds, Archie noticed his dreams began to speak to him of a past he'd hoped to be rid of. In the twilight haze of half-consciousness, he recognized himself; a young, lost man with little hope.
That internal struggle with personal demons kept Kennedy preoccupied, tossing him from one terrible memory to the next. Perhaps, in retrospect, he might think that all of his unrest was a warning of things to come.
Once more, he found himself upright, only this time his hands were buried deep into his red-blond hair, instead of the sheets. He couldn't tell for a long moment whether he was dreaming or awake. Everything felt... different all of a sudden, like he'd woken up in a completely different world. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, cascading a chain reaction of chills and goosebumps down his bare torso. It continued past his knees, but stopped somewhere between there and his feet.
From his bed, he could see the dark sky through the open window. It wasn't morning yet. The clock verified his suspicions, reading 5:05. He let out a groan and then rubbed at his face, subconsciously attempting to scrub away a tingling in the back of his brain.
A sudden wave of anger passed over him, and was followed quickly by an anxious nervousness. He felt strange, and pulled, like a long piece of taffy being stretched across the universe. Two pieces -- two sides -- fought for control, and when the short battle ended, it was the dark pieces that remained.
Archie's face hardened and he was out of bed and getting dressed not a moment later. Move, a voice urged him. Find them, it sighed. The "inner Archie" wondered who, but hardly had any control over the situation, at the moment. He felt the blood rushing through his veins. His ears felt hot. So did his neck. It was so... strange. Before Kennedy could ever register what was happening, he was dressed and out of his room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
Down the hall he walked, a sort of eerie easiness to him. He smiled, even if he didn't feel like it. With legs moving of their own accord, Archie considered very deeply that something was wrong. He felt like he was in a state of flux -- in and out of control, like someone was messing with a switch.
Approaching a junction of the main hallways of the castle, Kennedy heard himself singing. It was quite a shock, as he always knew he had a terrible singing voice, and often felt it nicer to spare others. He was more shocked, when he found himself pouring rum into a glass and bringing it along.
Time to play the game, the voice reminded. Find them, now.
Archie felt compelled. He turned and began walking in a direction where he felt people would most likely be. In this case, it took him down another resident hallway. Outside the window, he could see the quiet dawn approaching. Perhaps people would be up soon.
[[OOC: I do have an open tag with Archie. If anyone has a problem with me doing more than one open tag, please let me know. Thanks!]]
Rating: R
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Interior
Relative Date: Some time after this.
Status: COMPLETE
Archie had anticipated that he would sleep in on his birthday. While he wasn't known for being a morning person, he usually found himself up and out of bed before 8 o'clock in the morning on weekends. On his birthday, though, he had felt he deserved to sleep in until at least 10 o'clock. Which, of course, was a great plan, if not for the fact that he couldn't seem to sleep soundly at all. More than once, he'd opened his eyes to find himself upright, his fists clenched tightly around the bedsheets.
He tossed and turned in the bed, but couldn't find a comfortable spot. He switched beds, and found himself just as uncomfortable, but 10 feet to the left. Just as his discomfort seemed to know no bounds, Archie noticed his dreams began to speak to him of a past he'd hoped to be rid of. In the twilight haze of half-consciousness, he recognized himself; a young, lost man with little hope.
That internal struggle with personal demons kept Kennedy preoccupied, tossing him from one terrible memory to the next. Perhaps, in retrospect, he might think that all of his unrest was a warning of things to come.
Once more, he found himself upright, only this time his hands were buried deep into his red-blond hair, instead of the sheets. He couldn't tell for a long moment whether he was dreaming or awake. Everything felt... different all of a sudden, like he'd woken up in a completely different world. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, cascading a chain reaction of chills and goosebumps down his bare torso. It continued past his knees, but stopped somewhere between there and his feet.
From his bed, he could see the dark sky through the open window. It wasn't morning yet. The clock verified his suspicions, reading 5:05. He let out a groan and then rubbed at his face, subconsciously attempting to scrub away a tingling in the back of his brain.
A sudden wave of anger passed over him, and was followed quickly by an anxious nervousness. He felt strange, and pulled, like a long piece of taffy being stretched across the universe. Two pieces -- two sides -- fought for control, and when the short battle ended, it was the dark pieces that remained.
Archie's face hardened and he was out of bed and getting dressed not a moment later. Move, a voice urged him. Find them, it sighed. The "inner Archie" wondered who, but hardly had any control over the situation, at the moment. He felt the blood rushing through his veins. His ears felt hot. So did his neck. It was so... strange. Before Kennedy could ever register what was happening, he was dressed and out of his room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
Down the hall he walked, a sort of eerie easiness to him. He smiled, even if he didn't feel like it. With legs moving of their own accord, Archie considered very deeply that something was wrong. He felt like he was in a state of flux -- in and out of control, like someone was messing with a switch.
Approaching a junction of the main hallways of the castle, Kennedy heard himself singing. It was quite a shock, as he always knew he had a terrible singing voice, and often felt it nicer to spare others. He was more shocked, when he found himself pouring rum into a glass and bringing it along.
Time to play the game, the voice reminded. Find them, now.
Archie felt compelled. He turned and began walking in a direction where he felt people would most likely be. In this case, it took him down another resident hallway. Outside the window, he could see the quiet dawn approaching. Perhaps people would be up soon.
[[OOC: I do have an open tag with Archie. If anyone has a problem with me doing more than one open tag, please let me know. Thanks!]]