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kitsune_wolf) wrote2012-11-01 04:49 am
kitsune_wolf) wrote2012-11-01 04:49 am
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*GASP* I'M ALIVE! And doing Nano again
National Novel Writing Monthing 2012: Misplaced
Entry 001 11 pm.
I don't really know how to start this thing. Well first I need this reminder.
Note to self: When Grandma and the Professor start glaring at each other like that, just leave them to bicker. Other wise you'll just end up being the centre of an argument over which is better for medical treatment, Science or magic.
Yeah I just wrote magic and meant it as actual magic and not just trick of hand or made up stuff.
Okay. Stop. And rewind, if this “Project” of Grandma's is going to be of any use I think I need to start at the beginning. Which I think was about a fortnight ago.
I heard something move.
I startled awake with my heart in my throat pushing away from where I had been laying on the hard broken tiles below me. There was a slight warmth to them, so I must have been laying on them for a while. They were white and black. And dark red with, I'm not sure if it was blood rust just dirt or some other kind of decay. But it was ingrained in the tiles, caught between them. On the walls, on the counter island before me.
The place smelled of mould and rust. My back was pressed up against something but I was to scared to move. There was a backpack where I had been laying, a notebook and pens tumbling out of it... is that what I heard? I could have sworn it sounded more like, something alive, like dog claws on tile than the rolling of a ballpoint across the floor. I'm not sure how long I stood there waiting for my heart to stop beating in my throat and to go back to my chest where it belongs. But once it did I started to look around the room I had found myself in.
My back was pressed against some cupboards, the paint on them cracked and pealing, the wood off colour and warped. The hinges rusted and staining the wood around them. The whole kitchen was in pretty much the same. Peeling wall paper black with mould, the counter grey with age and with... things... growing on it. It looked like something from an urban decay photo shoot. Crawling over to the bag I slowly started looking though it. Maybe there was something inside that would tell me where I was.
There were pens, pencils, a sketch pads … or what was left of a sketch pad, for some reason the metal rings binding the pages together were gone, and the pages were lose. And the holes for the metal coil hadn't been torn either, but I didn't notice that at the time. The sketch pad and been half filled with random pictures of townscapes cartoon characters and faces I didn't know. There was also broken earphones. I'm not sure how to describe the damage but the jack was gone and the ear pieces were well, in pieces. There was some lose paper money in the bag too, but there was nothing else in the bag, no purse, nothing for the earphones to plug into, and the bag itself was damaged somehow. There were no zips, no buckles; although you could see where they should have been, not even the buckle things on the straps where you can adjust the length of them remained. Still I gathered the things up and picked up the bag holding it to my chest as I stood up. I was still just as lost and confused as I was before but somehow holding that stuff helped. At least until I started to hear voices.
Then I screamed, and threw myself into the corner of that dark dank dirty kitchen trying to hide what sounded like it was inside my own head.
Bounus: Paige Meets Locust.
And it was one of the strangest things I've seen yet. It looked like a collection of wires bound together to make limbs, and it's eyes really were LED lights. It picked up a bit of rubble in the stairwell and after looking it over and dismissing it as not what he wanted he threw it over his shoulder.
Then he looked at me.
Right at me.
It knew I was there.
I gasped and backed away from the door but without me holding it closed it slowly swung open and I could see the strange thing move towards me. It didn't creep or stalk it... hopped. Moving it's front feet one at a time and both back legs moving together.
Like a rabbit. A very tentative rabbit. A rabbit made out of wires and LED lights and nothing else. It looked like some strange puppet, it didn't look real.
And yet it looked at me and cocked it's head to it's side.
Entry 001 11 pm.
I don't really know how to start this thing. Well first I need this reminder.
Note to self: When Grandma and the Professor start glaring at each other like that, just leave them to bicker. Other wise you'll just end up being the centre of an argument over which is better for medical treatment, Science or magic.
Yeah I just wrote magic and meant it as actual magic and not just trick of hand or made up stuff.
Okay. Stop. And rewind, if this “Project” of Grandma's is going to be of any use I think I need to start at the beginning. Which I think was about a fortnight ago.
I heard something move.
I startled awake with my heart in my throat pushing away from where I had been laying on the hard broken tiles below me. There was a slight warmth to them, so I must have been laying on them for a while. They were white and black. And dark red with, I'm not sure if it was blood rust just dirt or some other kind of decay. But it was ingrained in the tiles, caught between them. On the walls, on the counter island before me.
The place smelled of mould and rust. My back was pressed up against something but I was to scared to move. There was a backpack where I had been laying, a notebook and pens tumbling out of it... is that what I heard? I could have sworn it sounded more like, something alive, like dog claws on tile than the rolling of a ballpoint across the floor. I'm not sure how long I stood there waiting for my heart to stop beating in my throat and to go back to my chest where it belongs. But once it did I started to look around the room I had found myself in.
My back was pressed against some cupboards, the paint on them cracked and pealing, the wood off colour and warped. The hinges rusted and staining the wood around them. The whole kitchen was in pretty much the same. Peeling wall paper black with mould, the counter grey with age and with... things... growing on it. It looked like something from an urban decay photo shoot. Crawling over to the bag I slowly started looking though it. Maybe there was something inside that would tell me where I was.
There were pens, pencils, a sketch pads … or what was left of a sketch pad, for some reason the metal rings binding the pages together were gone, and the pages were lose. And the holes for the metal coil hadn't been torn either, but I didn't notice that at the time. The sketch pad and been half filled with random pictures of townscapes cartoon characters and faces I didn't know. There was also broken earphones. I'm not sure how to describe the damage but the jack was gone and the ear pieces were well, in pieces. There was some lose paper money in the bag too, but there was nothing else in the bag, no purse, nothing for the earphones to plug into, and the bag itself was damaged somehow. There were no zips, no buckles; although you could see where they should have been, not even the buckle things on the straps where you can adjust the length of them remained. Still I gathered the things up and picked up the bag holding it to my chest as I stood up. I was still just as lost and confused as I was before but somehow holding that stuff helped. At least until I started to hear voices.
Then I screamed, and threw myself into the corner of that dark dank dirty kitchen trying to hide what sounded like it was inside my own head.
Bounus: Paige Meets Locust.
And it was one of the strangest things I've seen yet. It looked like a collection of wires bound together to make limbs, and it's eyes really were LED lights. It picked up a bit of rubble in the stairwell and after looking it over and dismissing it as not what he wanted he threw it over his shoulder.
Then he looked at me.
Right at me.
It knew I was there.
I gasped and backed away from the door but without me holding it closed it slowly swung open and I could see the strange thing move towards me. It didn't creep or stalk it... hopped. Moving it's front feet one at a time and both back legs moving together.
Like a rabbit. A very tentative rabbit. A rabbit made out of wires and LED lights and nothing else. It looked like some strange puppet, it didn't look real.
And yet it looked at me and cocked it's head to it's side.