Stockholm Syndrome: Reimagined
Have something inspired by Welcome to Night Vale.
The premise is this: Jeanne joined the twins on a roadtrip to Inbalain, an unknown town somewhere northeast of Inverness, without knowing what's out there for him, only that the twins needed to go there ASAP. So much ~*mystery*~.
Also, because it's fun, Selene's mute.
The welcome board of Inbalain looms over them forebodingly. Jeanne stares up at it and wonders if they hit the right town. All signs along the highway pointed northeast. Selene may be mute, but she would have done something if they were reading the map wrong. Well, before Helios burnt it.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Jeanne asks from between the twins. They all decided Helios should ride shotgun after being left alone and bored at the back. A bored Helios is almost always combustible.
Selene shrugs. Hands gripping the wheels, she pulls them out of the gravels and back to the main road and into Inbalain. Helios slides further down his seat, glaring at the signs on the sides of the road. “If we have just entered some sort of horror flick cliché, I’m going to sacrifice you first, Brown,” he swears.
Looking at the decrepit buildings from the back of the twins’ old Mulsanne, Jeanne thinks he wouldn’t blame Helios for that sentiment. He knows for certain there are eyes watching their entrance. He just hopes it’s not as Helios thinks.
“Do you think we should look for a town hall first?”
Helios meets his eyes in the rearview mirror, a delicate eyebrow arched up. “A town hall, in a town like this. Seriously, Brown? Seriously.”
To be honest, Jeanne has no idea about Inbalain. He just happens to agree to this roadtrip because even Selene’s tolerance for her mad twin has to have a limit. She needs an extra pair of eyes to watch over him.
Choosing to ignore the blond twin, Jeanne turns to Selene instead, gripping the back of her seat. Why does the smarter twin have to be the mute one? “What do you think?” he asks her.
Selene raises both of her shoulders as if the decision isn’t up to her, when the untold truth is it actually is. From old Redwick to Manchester (where they almost had to bail Helios out of jail when he started a fight in a pub) then out of Leeds (where Jeanne swore he will never go back to again because jesuschrist), and on the half a day ride to Edinburg at top speed (Jeanne realizes it would take them a week if either of the boys were to drive), the entire length of their tiring journey lay solely on Selene’s whims. At some point when they have arrived at the border of the Highlands, where Selene couldn’t wait anymore to finally arrive at Inbalain, she drove them straight from Glasgow to Fort William, stopping only for gas, then along Loch Ness until they have crossed Inverness. Jeanne was never happier to ride at the back where he could stretch out and sleep. The silent girl never let either of them touch the steering wheel.
“How about we look for an inn first,” Helios nudges his sister who sighs back at him before driving them further into town.
She parks them at the first inn they saw, and as Jeanne gets out of the car, he thinks it might also be the only inn in town. It’s made entirely of stone with sheep loitering outside, which he guesses must belong to the innkeeper. Hoisting his backpack over a shoulder, Helios nudges him before going to the entrance, leaving the doors open to a lowly lit area. Selene comes over his side a few seconds after, having killed the car engine, the ring of the car key slotted around one finger, and leans against the Mulsanne next to him. She looks at him with one side of her pursed lips curved up, as if asking him if he’s having second thoughts.
He shakes his head and carries both of their bags and follows Helios’ path to the inn. At least the sheep don’t look threatening.
The premise is this: Jeanne joined the twins on a roadtrip to Inbalain, an unknown town somewhere northeast of Inverness, without knowing what's out there for him, only that the twins needed to go there ASAP. So much ~*mystery*~.
Also, because it's fun, Selene's mute.
The welcome board of Inbalain looms over them forebodingly. Jeanne stares up at it and wonders if they hit the right town. All signs along the highway pointed northeast. Selene may be mute, but she would have done something if they were reading the map wrong. Well, before Helios burnt it.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Jeanne asks from between the twins. They all decided Helios should ride shotgun after being left alone and bored at the back. A bored Helios is almost always combustible.
Selene shrugs. Hands gripping the wheels, she pulls them out of the gravels and back to the main road and into Inbalain. Helios slides further down his seat, glaring at the signs on the sides of the road. “If we have just entered some sort of horror flick cliché, I’m going to sacrifice you first, Brown,” he swears.
Looking at the decrepit buildings from the back of the twins’ old Mulsanne, Jeanne thinks he wouldn’t blame Helios for that sentiment. He knows for certain there are eyes watching their entrance. He just hopes it’s not as Helios thinks.
“Do you think we should look for a town hall first?”
Helios meets his eyes in the rearview mirror, a delicate eyebrow arched up. “A town hall, in a town like this. Seriously, Brown? Seriously.”
To be honest, Jeanne has no idea about Inbalain. He just happens to agree to this roadtrip because even Selene’s tolerance for her mad twin has to have a limit. She needs an extra pair of eyes to watch over him.
Choosing to ignore the blond twin, Jeanne turns to Selene instead, gripping the back of her seat. Why does the smarter twin have to be the mute one? “What do you think?” he asks her.
Selene raises both of her shoulders as if the decision isn’t up to her, when the untold truth is it actually is. From old Redwick to Manchester (where they almost had to bail Helios out of jail when he started a fight in a pub) then out of Leeds (where Jeanne swore he will never go back to again because jesuschrist), and on the half a day ride to Edinburg at top speed (Jeanne realizes it would take them a week if either of the boys were to drive), the entire length of their tiring journey lay solely on Selene’s whims. At some point when they have arrived at the border of the Highlands, where Selene couldn’t wait anymore to finally arrive at Inbalain, she drove them straight from Glasgow to Fort William, stopping only for gas, then along Loch Ness until they have crossed Inverness. Jeanne was never happier to ride at the back where he could stretch out and sleep. The silent girl never let either of them touch the steering wheel.
“How about we look for an inn first,” Helios nudges his sister who sighs back at him before driving them further into town.
She parks them at the first inn they saw, and as Jeanne gets out of the car, he thinks it might also be the only inn in town. It’s made entirely of stone with sheep loitering outside, which he guesses must belong to the innkeeper. Hoisting his backpack over a shoulder, Helios nudges him before going to the entrance, leaving the doors open to a lowly lit area. Selene comes over his side a few seconds after, having killed the car engine, the ring of the car key slotted around one finger, and leans against the Mulsanne next to him. She looks at him with one side of her pursed lips curved up, as if asking him if he’s having second thoughts.
He shakes his head and carries both of their bags and follows Helios’ path to the inn. At least the sheep don’t look threatening.