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 A Crooked Little Town (Horror-ish!AU)

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PostSubject: A Crooked Little Town (Horror-ish!AU)   September 8th 2013, 8:57 pm

((So, I was listening to Billy Talent and heard Fallen Leaves or w/e that song is called and it sparked this interesting idea of an rp. I'm going to post what I wrote out to remember the idea here to give more details on what's going on (it will be the uncoloured text), then I'll have my post (coloured text). The detail post isn't controlling your character. You have to write out how your character got there, not just 'oh you got there from the car crash in the thingy'. You have to write out why you were traveling and how you ended up in the town, y'know... give some back story.))

((Another thing; we can all be driving in different countries, but either way we all end up in this town trapped in limbo))



There's an odd little town in the middle of some odd forest, both with no name and no defining features. As you drove along the road the closer you got to the little town, the sleepier you got and the more fog accumulated around your car. Suddenly, as if you entered a loop hole through time into the future it's dark as night. Your car's lights reflect against the water particles, blinding you to the road ahead and just as you think you'll pull over for the night you veer off the road and crash into a tree.

You awake laying on a dark, cracked pavement road winding down and through various old run-down buildings. Around you are houses with boarded up windows and odd men and women with tusks, bulging foreheads... each one had it's own defining feature, but each one was revolting. They give you hateful glares as you stumble up to your feet, the leaves of dark trees hung orange and yellow some had fallen and crunched with each of your steps. The air was surprisingly warm and filled with light, but something made everything feel dark and unwelcoming.

Turning around you ran, unsure of what you were running from but you ran. You reached a road that lead out of the town, but as you ran down it you found yourself nearing yet another town. As you entered it you realized that it was the exact same town. Panic settled in your heart as you turned around, bulbous men with faces red bark deep laughter from their porches and their wives glared forks into you. As everything dawned on you, your hope seemed to have shriveled up and die. You were stuck in a crooked little town, forever lost.




Harold drove along the highway, the same flat scenery he started driving with continuously rolled by. He sighed, looking down at the clock in his car. 10:30. Early morning driving wasn't all that fun, having to stop for coffee on the way out and having to drink it all along the roads. It wasn't fun. Especially alone. He had only the coffee and the radio to help keep him awake and he sped down the road, desperate to get to the beach for an important party filled with drunk horny people. It was a party he couldn't afford to miss, luckily it went on for the whole weekend but still, making it for the whole weekend is something he wanted to achieve... without forgetting the whole thing, which meant limiting his alcohol.

He sighed, looking towards the glove compartment. He had stored a flask of vodka in there for long lonely nights where he had to pull over, he wasn't stupid enough to drink the contents while driving - although it seemed rather tempting now. He looked back up to the road, scanning ahead and looking through all the mirrors before reaching over and opening the compartment. He left it open, the shining canister glaring in the corner of his eye as he stared back out onto the road with both hands around the wheel. He twisted his hands with a tightened grip, that shine with its glorious mind-numbing contents just teased him as he drove.

He groaned, slamming the compartment shut after he had pulled the flask out and placed it near the gearshift far from his peripherals. He could still feel the call of the alcohol, goring it's nonexistent eyes into the side of his head. He let out an elongated groan, turning up the radio to the point he couldn't hear himself groan. He grabbed the container, bracing his wrists on the wheel to keep it steady as he twisted off the cap. The cap hung on to the neck of the bottle with a chain, clanking inaudibly against the side. He gripped the wheel properly with his left hand and held the bottle in his right, just below the top of the wheel.

He sighed, staring far along the road. The smell of the alcohol danced along his sense, making him glance briefly at it. He shook his head, as if he was telling himself to not drink it even though he made no move to put it away. He stared back down the road, noticing a static buzz sounding quietly under the layers of music provided by the radio. He was amazed that he had kept within good range of any radio signals, but that was when he started to notice a few odd things. Firstly, the same song - even if he drowned it out earlier - was repetitively playing, no commercials interrupting the straight broadcasting. Secondly, the clock, now 10:46, had not changed in what he though was an hour.

He blinked, was it just him, or had he been driving past the same things over and over? Shaking away the thoughts he tilted his head back, bringing the flask to his lips and taking a small gulp of the strong drink into his mouth, swallowing it with a content sigh. Bracing his wrists against the wheel again he twisted the cap back onto the flask, and as if by doing so he unlocked himself from the time-trap he was stuck in. Throwing the container back into the glove box he looked back to the road, startled to find all his surroundings darkened as if night came like a tsunami.

With an aching head he turned down the repetitive song that somehow found its way to the maximum volume. His ears rang loudly as he slowed his car down, taking a moment to look up at the sky. Not a single star could be seen from where he leaned over the steering wheel, not even the moon was visible. He could feel his tiny frame quake with unease, unsure of what to think of his current situation. Pulling to a stop at the side of the road. Leaning into his side window his breathed, a sudden chill filled the car making his breath fog the window.

As he stared out the window he swore he could've saw the winding branches of trees making a canopy above him, but he refused to believe a thing he saw, pulling a blanket out from the backseat behind him. Wrapping himself tightly he turned on the inner car lights, taking the map from the passenger seat. Unfolding the map he squinted at it, following the curling lines that would be roads only they weren't. He tossed the map back, unable to make sense of it and curse under his breath. If he hadn't drank that rank vodka he probably wouldn't be in this mess, even if it was just a small sip. Looking at the clock that now read 00:00 he rested back into his seat, shutting his eyes in hopes to get a better start in the morning.

Harold awoke with a jolt, deep yelling was heard as if it were right next to him. As he opened his eyes it turns out it was right beside him, coming from the most hideous creature he'd ever seen before. He couldn't make sense of the yelling, but the red-faced glowered angrily at him gesturing as if to make Harold move, and move he did. Jumping to his feet as quickly as he could he bolted off to some molded house just a little ways away from where he woke. Rounding the corner of the building he turned, looking back just in time to see some blurred figure - probably that monster that shooed him off - drive off in his car. He ran back out, shouting curses and threats after the car.

After making a fool of himself for a few more moments he sat down on the crumbling curb of the sidewalk that had weeds growing out of snaking cracks. He sighed, looking around at his new surroundings. Hopelessness and fear sunk into his heart, not only was his car gone, but he was someplace he had never seen before. The place stunk like sewage, clearly from the overflowing drains along the street. The stench could've came from anything, but at the moment Harold wanted to blame it on the simplest thing possible. Simplicity. That was something he desperately wanted as he stood, beginning to walk down the street not noticing the grotesque figures between the boarded up windows.

He walked for an hour, feet crunching against fallen leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows. He swore those leaves were out to get him, seeing as how plenty had already fallen from their tree in time to slap him across his face. He even walked through along a road that had nothing around it, hoping beyond all hope it was a way out, but as he continued he found himself back in the little crooked town. Yet, he kept walking until he found the spot where he had woken, taking back his place on the curb. He wished someone would notice his disappearance and would send help, if help could even be sent.

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PostSubject: Re: A Crooked Little Town (Horror-ish!AU)   September 9th 2013, 11:25 am

((Before anything goes on, Italics (on a paragraph of course teehee) represent a flashback.))


If it was one thing for sure, Eun-sun was most definitely scared out of her wits. Her hair was tangled due to her hands frequently reaching up to her head to gently pull her hair out, her sore scalp gradually turning pink as Eun-sun herself didn’t notice her strange behavior and walks in every direction, only to find a single narrow tree that was almost, (just almost) about to simply wrinkle up into dust. Her clothes – a school uniform - became dirty after her adventures, and her shoes were colored with mud along with few scratches in her knees as evidence of her clumsiness and falling on a lonely trail, tripping over thin air.

She sniffles loudly, as she begins to think about her situation once more.

Just… How..??

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Eun-sun was running hectically, her eyes glancing at her watch every now and then as she just knew that she was late to her meeting with her family and friends – close friends - as today was a special day to celebrate her highest score in the high school. She was the main guest and she was late! Late, I tell you, late! Why does her school of all days, pick today to be the day where it was her turn to clean after the classrooms?

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“I was just late for a party with my family and friends,” Eun-sun constantly whispers to herself, clutching her eyes shut as she tries to remember what exactly happened. She starts to walk in a circle, trying to analyze herself, not noticing a car coming closer to her, only to hear a strange yell with a loud honk. She look up from the ground, her confused eyes only turning into wide, feared eyes as she manages to scream and jump to a forest, her face facing the other way from the body, focusing on the driver…!!!

He..! She..! It..! That..!!

Red-faced…!!

The high schooler quickly shakes her head wildly, trying to get rid of the horrible face she saw. Too bad it wasn’t the first face she saw. That would have been better.

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The buses and subway stops were nowhere to been seen as Eun-sun got more frantic. She tried to call her family, but.. nobody would pick up, as their phone-line was either busy or turned off. Eun-sun knew what that just had to mean.

Her family was trolling her!

With a big huff and a pout, the Korean looks around, finding a taxi on the other side of the street, waiting to be picked up, as other Koreans would simply take the taxis before or after that particular taxi. Oh well, good for Eun-sun herself, because she was late and bamn!, taxi right there in front of her.

Without a second thought, Eun-sun grips onto her bookbag tightly and makes a mad dash as soon as the pedestrian crossing turned green, directly running to that taxi.

Before the driver could say anything, Eun-sun quickly tells the arriving place and sits back comfortably in the back of the seat, her hands instantly tapped against the phone, sending messages to her family that she would be arriving in half an hour or so. Too bad she never noticed the hollow eyes and a devious smile the driver possessed.


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Thinking of the taxi driver, why did he decide to go into a strange forest?? Oh goodness, she should have known better..! He was the weirdest taxi driver she has even seen! With a grumble, Eun-sun grabs a hold of her book bag she was carrying in her back and takes out a notebook with scratches and doodles. She begins to write everything she could remember – or could muster out of her confused brain.

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As the taxi steadily drives on, Eun-sun notices that they were in a forest, with fogs making it hard to tell whether it would be morning or night. She unconsciously tries to swallow a lump that was starting to form in her throat, while her slightly trembling fingers quietly taps against the phone to see if there is any signals or not. None.

Now that she thinks about it, how long was she in the taxi? Why does it feel like forever while her watch only says that a minute or two passed? Why.. wasn’t her phone picking up any signals? What.. is this bad feeling that’s threatened to come outside of her mind…? Wh.. Why was her heart throbbing and thumping so hard against her rib cage?

With a small quivering of her lips, Eun-sun somehow gathers a small strength to ask a question. “Uhm.. Sir.. May I ask where we’re going..?” She asks, her unfocused her frantically looks at the rear-view mirror to see the driver’s fac—

“It’s a shortcut, dear.” The driver simply replies, his hollow eyes making eye contact with Eun-sun through the mirror, a small red glint on the center of those eyes, while his face was grey skin-toned with a broken tusk ripped out of his right cheek.

She instantly freezes whatever she was doing, her phone in her hands dropping to her lap as she finds herself unable to move, fear completely taken control over her. Oh God, was she even trembling?

“Are you okay, dear? You look a little pale there,” the driver continues to talk, his head stiffly turning around, making cracking sounds as he was able to completely turn his whole head around, the broken tusk suddenly fully grown, sharp and damp with blood as few drops roll down the sharp point and falls down, small red droplets making contact with Eun-sun’s skirt, damping it with a color close to black.

Her mouth felt dry, as if some of her body functions simply stopped working, her eyes slowly looking down to her thighs, only to see the driver’s face looking up at her, as his neck managed to grow longer. “I..” Eun-sun starts, desperately wanting to close her eyes with futile attempts, her voice barely above a whimper, “I.. think I should take my leave-“

Suddenly, her world turned black as the last thing she remembers was the driver’s mouth enlarging to an inhumane shape with enormous teeth sticking out at the most weirdest angles, some going through Eun-sun’s petite body as they continue growing, soon wetting her whole uniform with her blood as the car comes to a sudden halt.


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Eun-sun fights a violent shudder, as the scene keeps replaying in her mind, her hands constantly reaching the places where the driver probably stabbed her only to find out that she was completely in healthy shape (minus the scratches in her knees).

She still doesn’t know how she found herself standing in the lonely road, her eyes dazed with her book bag resting against her legs, as a small “Please enjoy your stay. Your ride is free with charge” immediately woke her up out of her absentminded head, her eyes water with an urge to weep loudly.

She managed to walk in circles, only to find the wrinkled tree over and over again, her anger and fear only rising up as she feels as if the tree is laughing at her sorrow. Stupid wrinkly trees.

Maybe if she tried to go the opposite direction of that creepy-red-faced’s car..!

Oh!

Maybe if she did, then.. She might be able to find somebody..!

Eun-sun hastily grabs her book bag and tidies her hair as best as she could (as in just braid it into a simple French braid) and quickly runs to see if she could find somebody, anybody!

She manages to run as far as she could, running after tire-prints, only to find light, human-like footprints engraved in the ground (with a weird footprint that she ignores) and squeals in delight. Sure, it’s not a good thing that more people are stuck in a place that’s rather.. hellish, but at least if people can gather, they can manage to come up with a brilliant idea to escape..!

Oh, goodness, is that a person she sees in the curbed area? Eun-sun runs after him, only to realize that he looks rather foreign and panics, stopping mid-way. What if they cannot communicate with each other and end up for worse..? She sighs deeply, her body ready to move in circles for ideas—Maybe! She could just draw out on the ground or use body language!

“Hey!” She yells out in her native language, not caring if he understood or not and waves her arms around to see if the foreigner (who looked pretty handsome—though almost every foreigners looked handsome in her eyes) could notice her movement.

Who cares about language barrier? As long as people look handsome (or hot), you can always find something to work it out (unless personality is really crappy, then Eun will reconsider).

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