Comments | thedollsyhouse: let this circle be broken [active/open]

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let this circle be broken [active/open]

Jul 04, 2010 06:15

Characters: Ange Ushiromiya, Allison, open
Setting: Twisted Hallway
Time: Night 019
Summary: Ange meets one of the house's less hostile ghosts. Cute and plot follows.
Warnings: OH GOD SO MUCH CUTE.

( they repeat themselves in time. )

#the lanternkeeper, *acedia, !night 019, #ghosts, ange ushiromiya (umineko)

Comments 10

dollsy_npcs July 8 2010, 03:36:02 UTC

Footsteps were always slow when they came through this hallway. Slow footsteps, cautious movement, a hand pressed along the wall.... Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy. She couldn't feel it anymore, but she knew. She remembered.

She remembered everything. She knew lots of things. Not many people knew that, though. Not many would care, either.

But she didn't know this person--didn't remember their face, or their clothes, or the way they walked. Or the way they screamed. They must be new. New-new-new-new-new--new friends, new people to be sad....

New people to watch be hurt when she couldn't even talk to them.

She remembered everything. And she remembered that this house was a terrible, scary place. Allison remained pressed into the awkward corner of one of the turns of the Twisted Hallway that she occupied, a huddled little girl peering out from around the projecting edge of the wall with a small pale face and wide dark eyes as she watched Ange make her way down the hall.

cagedfate July 9 2010, 02:29:57 UTC

Ange stopped as she caught sight of the girl tucked into one of the hallway's bends, fingers curling as she stared at her intently. The dark eyed girl looked to be around eight or nine years old and very, very frightened ( ... )

dollsy_npcs July 9 2010, 02:42:42 UTC

Allison hunched back a little as Ange stopped, obviously recognizing that she'd been seen; the motion made her disappear behind the corner she had taken for her hiding place, but she could still hear the footsteps approaching. Slower now, more cautious, but still there. It was good that she was already careful, Allison knew; it was too dangerous here to not be careful. Even she was....

Ange's voice wasn't the kindest she'd ever heard--there was no motherly sweetness there, no painful sympathy dripping with care--, but it was soft and careful, and held no hard edges if anger or hostility.... not yet, anyway. Allison didn't answer, but she did clasp her hands in front of her nervously as Ange came into view, nodding. It was a quick, small gesture, utterly silent; if Ange wasn't watching, she might miss it entirely.

cagedfate July 9 2010, 06:35:29 UTC

The way that she'd tried to keep herself hidden and disappeared from sight completely as soon as she'd realized that she'd been noticed, keeping herself hidden from sight until the very last second, the way silent, but visibly anxious response that would be all too easy to miss if one wasn't looking for it... were all things that Ange understood all too well ( ... )

dollsy_npcs July 9 2010, 07:49:26 UTC

No..... no, it was okay. She wasn't going to hurt her. This new girl wasn't the thing she should be scared of--everything else was. Ange and the other people were the only things not scary about this house, and even then, sometimes they could still be scary, too.

But this new person.... was a friend?

She didn't have friends.

The house was big and wide and silent, and Allison could remember--long, long, long ago--when it had been just that. Vast and silent and empty, with nobody and nothing around, an endless unbroken twilight with nothing but the unfeeling furniture for company. She could remember wandering, endlessly, curling up in soft blankets wherever she foudn them, and shivering in dark corners and staring at nothing until her eyes were as blank and empty as the walls she was surrounded by. She remembered numbness, hunger, filthiness, learning by trial and error how to turn on water and make herself clean and discover that things in the fridge could be eaten, if she could open them ( ... )