Th13teen Secrets (closed)

[Kuuroinochou]

TH13TEEN SECRETS
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Eureka Opera House, built in 1880 and restored in 1994, with its original 1924 hand-painted stage curtain, offers an interesting historic experience.

By 1880 Eureka's population reached nearly 10'000. But then the mining production began to fall off and things looked bad for the young town. About this time several Comstock-made millionaires built a railroad into Eureka, and because of its central position in the state, the town became a railhead for the whole area. There were still some mining activities at intervals, in 1905, during the first world war and in the 30's. The smelters, which were established under many difficulties, had been closed since 1891. Until then, approx. $40'000'000 in silver, $20'000'000 in gold and 225'000 pounds of lead had been produced.

[From this point on a lot of frabrications will be played out. Lets have fun folks.]

Mercy read over the pamplet as her taxi came to a stop. "So you getting off here lady?" he asked turning in his seat to get a good look at her. Dressed in a tank top and faded jeans she filled out her clothing quite well.

Mercy arched a brow looking to the man with a sneer. "Yeah here..." she said tossing the money over the seat. "Keep the change." Getting out she looked at the opera house smiling to herself as this town didn't seem to look as abandoned as one would think. In fact, there were quite a few people around but the population pailed in comparison to her home of Las Vegas.

Eureka was a decent town with various areas that were close to if not fully deserted. She had booked a room in the local Inn down the street but wanted to check out the opera house. It had been closed down a long time ago but it had been turned into a movie theatre and opened to the touring public. During the Halloween month many tourist liked to come around to bond with their families, as noted by a couple and their young child walking by.

Hefting her duffle bag over her shoulder she went to the opera house noting it was open. Buying herself a ticket she went inside and watched an old silent movie they had on display. While it was boring as hell she delighted in the old film noir approach deciding it wasn't all that bad after all.

Eventually she made her way to the small Inn down the road checking herself in. "I have a reservation for Ms. McCoy."

The receptionist nodded dully seeming bored in his job as he worked with the small use of outdated computer equipment before finding her information. "You're set on the third floor room 313." Handing her the keys he nodded, as she paid her fee and used the renovated elevator to head up to her room.

Once there she used the key and entered noting that this was definately not a five start hotel. In fact it wasn't even one star in her opinion but it was all she could afford on such short notice and close within the area. Setting her things on the small bed she heard it squeak and rolled her eyes, before taking a seat and slipping out of her heeled boots. There was a small television in the room but judging the looks of it, there was no cable and definately no color. Turning it on confirmed her suspicion so she shut it off and decided she'd take a nap before doing some deep rooted searching of this small town. There had to be some clues as to why she had been drawn here, in fact she was sure of it.

Ever since stepping foot within the small town she'd heard nothing from the voices that liked to taunt her. Perhaps this place eased the tension, releaved the pain, whatever the case a nap was in order, the drive down had been restless at best.

 

[gagonthis]

Norman roared down the freeway, the speedometer topped at 140 miles per hour. Norman sighed as he dodged around the slow moving semitrucks and recreational vehicles. How did these goddamn country yokels drag themselves out of bed in the morning? Peons... useless peons just getting in his way. It had been a long drive from Manhatten and he had put more miles on his Mercedes on this drive than he had since he bought it at the beginning of the year. He'd probably have to get a new one when he got back, this one would be worn out now. He sighed as he saw the cherry colored lights of a police motorcycle trying vainly to catch up to him... ugggh not again he thought as he pulled over.
The officer got out, hauling a good sized hunk of weight with him.. slovenly cop... in Utah... what a surprise.
"License and registration please. You have any idea how fast you were going?" The officer asked, hand prepared to go for his sidearm.
"Yes yes, around 140 or so. Please, I don't have time for this, let me just give you a couple hundred and we'll forget about this." He pulled out a wad of hundreds and counted three out, holding them to the man.
"Sir, trying to bribe a policeman is a federal offense.." He said looking around. "At least for less than five hundred it is." He said straightfaced.
Norman sighed and handed the man another two hundred. "Fine, great we're squared right?" When the man nodded he rolled his window up right in his face and tore off again.
An hour and about a hundred and twenty miles later he saw the exit he was looking for. "Eureka.... great, looks like a real good destination." He sighed and pulled off the freeway, looking with disgust at the squalid town ahead of him. Well he was here. What now? He had come here, taken a nearly unheard of break from his work to drive out to this shithole in Nevada.... all because the fucking voice had told him to. He must be going insane. He looked in the rearview mirror, slicking his hair back, making sure his appearance was squared. He was obsessed with his appearance. He looked around, noting a small inn, it appeared the only place in town he'd get a room. His eyebrows rose as he saw a very delicious looking number get out of a cab and walk into the inn. Maybe there was something to this town after all.
He drove around for a few more minutes before resigning himself to staying in fleabag motel. He stepped out of the car, wiping his hands as he gazed in disgust at the run down place. He stepped inside and approached the homely receptionist.
"I'd like a room please... the best you have, preferably something that won't give me fleas..." He said in obvious digust. The woman, troll, whatever she was, looked up at him.
"All our rooms are the same. Thirty bucks a night." Norman cringed, stuck in a flea bag motel in some podunk town... could life get any worse?
"Fine whatever." He took out a couple of hundreds and put them down. "Let me know when that runs out."
She handed him a key, room 311. He got back into his car pulling it around the back. He took out a hankerchief and opened the door, swearing loudly when he saw the room he was going to be staying in until he could figure out what had brought him here. He unpacked his bag, taking out his hatchet, the urge to introduce himself to the townspeople rising by the moment.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Randal

Randy woke up, something was crawling on his hand again, And he still couldn't feel it. He was sleeping on a train, he'd simply jumped onto one as he left vegas. There was a dead man now. A horrible festering corpse beaten so badly that chunks of his bone were still lyoing in the carpet, Blood and brain still felt as if they were covering his hand. His throwing hand, his right felt cold and lifeless. he moved the fingers watching them but it only seemed like it was is when it was a fist again.

Slowly blood began to filter from his fingernails and he shook his head sweating trying to wash it off. he had stowefd several bottles of purell in his bag. With money and clothes. Clothes that were stained red by the freely dripping gore off his hand. A chunk of bone popped from his knuckle and another. Pieces of bone not his. He scrubbed and rubbed almost tearing with his jersey at his hand. his right hand that wasn't there. The purrell soaking the jersy as he tried to rub the blood off, But more and more would drip. Would spray, would splatter onto his face his chest and the face of the dead man no longer there, beaten into the floor still leering at him though it did not exist, so badly mangled it could only soak into the carpet.

Randy woke up the train stopping. he flexed and his hand felt numb but it was clean His bag was still there and he knew this was his stop. First stop the train made from Vegas. Eureka. A tiny place. But a good one. God his throat was dry, his chest burned.

"Just the nevada heat."

Randy walked into the closest hotel he could find. No lights glittered, it looked like a roach motel, some road side dive that he had stayed at on the Football team one too many times. He barely noticed the clerk Was it a woman, A man. It was bored from the tone as it told him Room 213. He blinked and accepted a key, using cash from the Duffel to pay. He had a lot of cash in there. Slowly he climbed to the second floor and fell on the bed. Noises overhead he heard in suspicion and he hid his duffel.

"I'm alone now, and I'm so tired." He fell asleep and woke up again, His right hand numb.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Kaylan Somners

Kaylan knew she was almost where she should be. She had seen the signs and walking the last few miles down the road, she decided not to thumb it but make her entrance to the town as one may have in the old days. Lately, she had been feeling that proverbial monkey on her back.

She had been a week without a fix, without sex, without period and after her last ride, just down right without. Yet, here, as she made her way into the tiny little town of Eureka, she felt elated somehow. The sign told her that her walk would be a little longer, 2 miles at least and she resigned to that walk.

She stood in awe at the smallness. Nothing fancy, old, decrepid, liveable. There had been times she had felt almost homeless living with her family and when she decided to disappear, she did just that. Let them wonder where she was, she had bigger problems to deal with. What she wanted now, was a bath, a bed, some food, and maybe just maybe, a nice warm body to use her.

It was an itch. The sex, the drugs. She had been clean almost a month now but, here, she wanted a hit. Just a small snort and a big explosion inside her head. The peace and calmness it brought her. But, she thought, the moment at hand, she walked into the little Inn and requested a room.

She paid the clerk for a weeks stay, why not she thought, and made her way to her room 210. She heard signs of life almost as she turned the key in the door and within an instant felt a gratification, almost as if the weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She had to smile. Yet she was not comfortable enough to actually be closing the door behind her.

Looking around, she nodded. Could be worse. She thought to herself, could be.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Drea Carlson

She took one hand off the steering wheel and leaned over to turn down the volume of the radio. Not that she was listening to the ridiculous country/western music the station was playing but every so often they did break for news. News, always bad news, never good. While some lonesome cowboy quietly twanged on about his lost love or his truck, Drea listened… there… that was it. The car was making some pathetic half-hearted clanging noise, a distinctive enough sound that even Drea’s limited automotive knowledge could tell it was bad. Possibly, very bad.

She ran her fingers through her hair as she considered what to do. She remembered seeing a sign for a town called Eureka, a single sign on a desolate stretch of road, it couldn’t be much of a place but it was the nearest. Since it would be getting dark soon, her choices were narrowing down. She straightened her slightly tussled hair, coming to a decision, and Eureka was it. If they didn’t have a mechanic that could fix the car, they would at least have a place for her to spend the night. One or the other, it didn’t really matter to her. She didn't care.

She pulled into the Eureka and drove down the main street until she found a gas station with a garage. The town as a whole wasn’t much and neither was the garage but it wasn’t as bad as she expected. She spent a wasted twenty minutes trying to describe the noise to the mechanic because the little Beemer was humming perfectly from the moment she got off the highway and drove into town. Despite her frustration, she kept her temper in check and she remained polite.

Tucking her hair neatly behind one ear, she smiled pleasantly at the mechanic, “Tomorrow, I know its getting late, but tomorrow, could you take it out on the highway and listen, please? I don’t want anything to happen while I’m alone on the road. You can understand that, can’t you?”

A thought of the news on the radio, the horrifying deaths, the gruesome murders, and the blood… the blood was everywhere, on her feet, she tracked it down the hall... She smoothed a wrinkle in her jacket and focused her attention back on the mechanic.

“Just hold the car for the night and tell me where I can find a hotel. I’ll be back in the morning, ok?” He gave her directions to a nearby Inn and she bid a polite good evening. Good manners, like so much of Drea, were reflexive. Grabbing her purse and her overnight bag from the car, she started the walk to the Inn. On her way down the streets all she really noticed was little town closing up for the night as shops were locked down and employees sent home, their day’s work done.

Drea was only slightly dismayed at the sight of the Inn; she’d slept in worse this past month but not by much. She took the key to room 309 and switched on the old television as soon as she closed the door. It was time for the news. More deaths. More blood. More memories, bloody and horrifying, that brought along heartbreaking pain and the anguish of loss and for a brief time she felt alive again, broken and guilty but alive.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Randal

Randal got up he had a headache. And his hand was numb again. he turne3d on teh water, and it blasted out. Filling his bathroom with steam fairly quickly, One thing he could say this place had good pressure. In a fist he put it under and it burned. Not hot enough to burn his flesh but he could feel it and he recoiled, the pain enough to make him realise he had a hand.

It flexed and turned and he checked his face. He looked fine for his time on a train his hair still coifed. had he changed and showered. No he was still the same. Still there, In his jacket and slacks. It was hot and he'd like a shower, He took the jacket off tossing it to the bed, and looked for towels. None. his headache pounded and he looked for aspiring. none. He tried the front but the phone was dead. What kind of fleabag place had dead phones. randal swore and peeled to his T-shirt his thin body now revealing all the young muscle he had from playing a tough Scrambling QB. he paced and finally went to go talk to the clerk downstairs. lesley whoever he or she was. And there was an open door. Across the hall. Was there a maid, Maybe she'd have towels or something he could use. he knocked tentaively at 210 the door open.

"Hello, Is anyone in here. I'm looking to borrow a towel or two from the cart or something. My room is out."

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Drea Carlson

It was over and whatever she felt was gone again. She wiped her tears away, dried the trails they left on her cheeks and crawled off the bed.

Her head spun as she stood to her feet, “Coffee, I need coffee, maybe some food, but definitely coffee.” She steadied herself as she looked in the mirror. Her beautiful face was pale and marred by the dark circles under her eyes. “Food, food will help.”

She grabbed her purse and decided to head down to the lobby, they could tell her if any place nearby was serving diner. It was a stretch to call the desk and the rude clerk a lobby, but Drea spoke politely and patiently only interested in finding a place to eat. The clerk was eager to end the interruption and gave Drea directions to a little diner a short walk away.

She easily found the diner and sat down at the counter. Soon she was eagerly waiting the arrival of her coffee while reading over the menu.

 

[Incubusknight]

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[chronicle_tenko]

Randal.

Randal knocked on the door next to his, His fist feeling good. Such an odd thing, that his hand is numb but his fist felt incredible. Like it should be there. In an almost euphoria he stepped into the room and saw a woman. She was petite, to him, Brown hair and a cross. Simply there, He almost backed away then pressed forward.

"I'm sorry I thought only a maid was in here. U, listen though. I could really use an aspirin or a towel I want to take a shower and my room is lacking most of the basics for that. Could you give me a hand?"

 

[poohlive]

Her legs wrapped around him, tight, clenching. He could feel their sweat coming together, making them frictionless in the bed, weightless almost. When he crashed into her, the entire bed moved, shaking in their quake.

The sheets were drenched in sex and sweat. She grabbed hold of them as she screamed again, another orgasm ripping through her. They never stopped one after the other.

Heavy grunting. It didn't sound human, it sounded like an animal on top of her. A dirty animal, fucking her, rutting against her. Their bodies hitting, slapping. It smelled of sex, it reaked of their bodies going at it, hour after hour.

How did it get so hot, so arousing? To see her, under him like this? To see her hands tied up? Thick rope against her pale skin. She tried to pull away, to loosen the bonds. They were tight, holding her, keeping her there. God, she squealed in frustration as he slapped her ass, riding his cock as she came.

When he was done... he sat in a chair for a long time, looking at her, staring at her. She asked him to untie her, but was too weak to do anything else but ask. She just lay there in the afterglow, panting, breathing, her perky breasts heaving in the moonlight.

She had been thoroughly fucked. She had been used good and hard. He knew how to use his girls, but...

But he'd never done that before. He'd never tied them up, never had an urge to tie them up before.

Evan had got up this morning, and the first thing he did was go to the old hardware store. He had bought all of that rope, a good twenty feet of it. That thick rope, so it couldn't break.

They had lots of different kinds of rope in there. Different types, different lengths, different thickness. He liked them thicker, the thicker the better. Nice thick rope.

Why did he buy the rope. Coming to his shitty apartment above the diner, even he didn't know why he bought it. He had though. It felt good in his hands. Good, hard... good, ready to be used, to tie something up...

To bind.

Yes, that word seemed so wonderful running through his head, as he held the rope in his hands. Yes, to bind.

Out at the bar, he found the first woman he could, took her back here. He bound her, wrists above her head, tying each one seperately, holding her there as a prisoner. She laughed it off, liking the kinky edge to it. Yes... Evan liked it too.

He'd never fucked a woman before like that. It was good. A good hard fuck, the kind where your whole body got into it, where you could feel the skin tingle with desire, and every touch was accented a hundred times.

He hadn't cum like that since his first time.

Now... now he didn't know what to do. The urge, whatever it was, hadn't left him. He still wanted her tied up. He still wanted her there.

She stirred now, feeling for the ropes, asking him to untie her. This time she didn't ask like she wanted him to do it, she asked with desperation in her voice. She asked him like she wasn't sure he was going to do it.

She wasn't asking him anymore, she was pleading with him.

Should he let her go? Evan cocked his head to the side. He wanted to tie her up some more. Spread her legs... bind them to the bed. Her thighs, put them wide apart. Have thick bonds run across her neck, her chest, rubbing against her perky little nipples.

Straps of leather over her sex, opening her up to him. Her mouth gagged, her whole body under ropes and binds, unable to move, unable to breath. To bind her, to keep her forever.

"Evan!" She screamed now, tears running from her eyes. Evan snapped out of his fantasy. Was it a fantasy? He got up, untying her. She whispered her thanks, running for her clothes, running out the door as well. She had barely put her top on before she left.

She had been scared, and Evan couldn't blame her. He was scared too.

He'd never done this before... now... now it was all he could think of.

Evan didn't feel like sleeping. Instead, he walked down to the diner below, ordering some coffee. Coffee, black, keep it coming.

The rope... tied to the bed, loose straps, waiting, to tie her up, waiting for its use.

A woman walked in, sitting a stool down from him, ordering nearly the same thing. Evan only paused a moment, before scooting over.

"Just leave the pot, we'll share," He said to the waitress, who did as she was told.

"You... ever do something, that you didn't know you were going to do? In the heat of the moment it seems so right, so perfect, but afterwards? You don't know, it's like it's someone else's thought inside of your head."

He stared at her, his eyes wild, searching hers. For what? He didn't know, truth maybe... or kinship. That would work at this point.

When the coffee was placed, he poured her a cup, refilling his own, "My name is Evan... "

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Alexis Corviski

Alexis awoke one night by the sound of whispering in her room. She was now a light sleeper, thanks to the ever growing presense. Maybe she should go back to the institution but then that would make her life easier. She opened her eyes and sat up slightly then looked around the room, " Yes, oh mighty presense? I can't sleep with your constant whispering. Tell me what the fuck you're saying so I can go to sleep. I have many things to do tomorrow and I can't be tired. I swear you do this shit to fuck with me and I'm getting tired of it..........Really tired of it." She closed her eyes as if trying to concentrate on the voice then the voice spoke a slight bit louder but still not loud enough for Alexis to be able to make out what the voice was saying. "This is getting ridiculous. I am so sick of your games. Why won't you just leave me alone? People think I'm crazy because of you..........Bitch." She shook her head slightly then climbed out of bed to head for the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom the voice screamed out to her in a thrill high pitch scream. "Go!", screamed the voice. Alexis' ear ringed after the scream. " I am going. I'm going piss but thanks for reminding me." Maybe Alexis was loosing it but oh well. It would just prove everyone right.

Alexis could tell the presense was getting annoyed with her but she didn't care. It was amazing how in tune she was with the presense now. It had become a part of her but oh well, it didn't matter to Alexis. The voice whispered into Alexis' ear, "Eureka........Eureka", then the presense was gone for once. She sighed softly, "Go Eureka? Nice.......Thank you. Now I'm confused and annoyed. No sleep for me." Alexis walked over to her laptop and went to Google then typed in Eureka. The small ghost town instantly caught her attention. She read about the town then quickly jotted down the directions and packed a couple of suitcases. With that, Alexis was off to Eureka. She was following the directions of a "phantom" voice but for some reason, it seemed as if this was right for Alexis.

Within a few hours, Alexis was approaching the outskirts of the ghost town. It surprised her how close she lived to the ghost town but never really knew it was here. "Stupid presense sending me on a wild goose chase I bet." She shook her head and looked around for the Inn that she read about on some of the various websites. She pulled her car into the parking lot and headed inside with a sigh. This was so ridiculous. What was she doing here? She headed to the front desk and looked at the clerk with her odd colored eyes, "Hi there, I need a room. Preferrably one thats kind of secluded, possibly thick walls." She smiled and shrugged slightly. "Great, you sound like you just escaped a mental asylum.", she thought to herself. The clerk handed her the key to room 201 then bidded Alexis a goodnight after she paid for the room.

Alexis headed to the elevator and pushed the button for the second floor. She almost cursed outloud when she felt the presense return to her. It was overwhelming sad at times then it was disguistingly happy other times. Alexis was rather annoyed at the point so the presense was incredibly happy. It seemed to like to mess with Alexis. "You stupid bitch. What the fuck do you want now? Look, I'm in Eureka but I'll be damned, you're back!" She shouted at the elevators doors opened slightly. The couple that was standing outside the door blinked and stared at her. Alexis laughed nervously, "Cell phone.............Excuse me!" She pushed threw the couple with her luggage and headed for her room. This was not going to be a pleasant night...........

((Sorry if my posting sucks. I'm currently with one hand. I somehow managed to cut my pointer finger wide eyed and I inherited 6 stitches, so Im typing one handed. Please excuse any typos. Blame the super sharp scissors.))

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Drea

Glancing over the menu, she was uninspired; it was exactly the same assortment of greasy food she saw in every diner this month. She kept looking, knowing she needed to eat, hoping something would strike her as palatable. The waves of dizziness were coming with greater frequency and the only cause she could think of was her poor eating habits. A healthy diet, she needed to pay attention to her diet or she would start looking...

"Just leave the pot, we'll share," the man said to the waitress as he slid onto the stool next to her. Drea looked up ready to the thank him and send him on his way but before she could even open her mouth he continued.

"You... ever do something, that you didn't know you were going to do? In the heat of the moment, it seems so right, so perfect, but afterwards? You don't know, it's like it's someone else's thought inside of your head."

He was big, unkempt, and even a little dirty. He had the look of a man who lived his life his own way, the hard way, and she was immediately intimidated but his appearance. However, there was something else, something in his words or maybe it was his tone that really captured her attention. There was a darkness in him, maybe caused by sadness or maybe something else, but there was a searching too. Searching for the darkness or searching for a way out of it, darkness, she understood. While she was trying to think of a response that didn’t make her sound crazy, she realized he was staring at her, and she lifted a hand to smooth her hair. He must have understood her silence wasn’t rudeness, because he poured a cup of coffee and refilled his own cup.

"My name is Evan... "

“Evan.” She repeated. “My name is Drea, Andrea.” She looks up at him, measuring her words as she doles them out. “I know what its like to realize afterwards that it was wrong but by then it is too late.”

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Randal knocked on the door next to his, His fist feeling good. Such an odd thing, that his hand is numb but his fist felt incredible. Like it should be there. In an almost euphoria he stepped into the room and saw a woman. She was petite, to him, Brown hair and a cross. Simply there, He almost backed away then pressed forward.

"I'm sorry I thought only a maid was in here. U, listen though. I could really use an aspirin or a towel I want to take a shower and my room is lacking most of the basics for that. Could you give me a hand?"

Mercy was asleep or so she thought. She was only laying down the voices grating on her nerves by now. Though they seemed supremely subdued from before they still hummed in her mind, whispering to her of things to come. Some of the demanding, other's docile and the rest of them in and out of indecisive thoughts. Either way the rude awakening from her supposed sleep was greatly welcomed no matter how obtrusive.

"Oh um..." sitting up she looked around. There really wasn't much she could help him with. "Let me check." In her bathroom was thankfully and extra towel, and she shuffled about in her purse to pull out a few tablets of asprin. "Um here you go... I suppose you could use the extra towel in my bathroom." she said not really giving much thought to a complete stranger barging in. Her own damn fault for not locking the door, even more so for being so careless and falling asleep or lack there of. "Help yourself just leave the other towel for me so I can shower later." she said and turned on the sorry excuse for a television.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Alexis mumbled slightly as the presense continued to taunt her, " Why.............Why bother me? I'm sure there are plenty of people in this Inn for you to pester. You brought me here. Why did you bring me here?" She shook her head slightly as her stomach began to growl. "Forgot to eat again. Thanks a lot buddy." She sighed and grabbed her purse then headed out of her room with a whistle. "I wonder where a good place to eat is? Hummmmm.........." She blinked slightly then looked around, getting the oddest sense of deja vu then her expression turned to annoyance. "Hey, shut up. You brought me here. Go bug someone else." Alexis looked around to spot a rather cute guy staring at her like she was crazy. "Yes, I hear things. Crazy huh?" She laughed slightly then walked down the hallway wondering if anyones door was open.

After a bit of exploring, she headed back for the elevator with a whistle. "Ah, sweet freedom. Bye bye presense, you bitch." She smiled to herself then got onto the elevator with a smile. The presense had decided to give her a break for once. It was about time too. If it had taunted her anymore, Alexis would have lost it. The presense loved to push her to that point. She stepped off the elevator and into the main lobby, " Humm where too."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Help yourself just leave the other towel for me so I can shower later." she said and turned on the sorry excuse for a television.

Randal watched as she dug in her purse for some aspirin and handed them to him. He was kind of mystified as she offered him a towel. he had been expecting her to toss him out or scream or something.

"Um thanks Miss..I don't know your name. But If I can do something for you or make it up to you, I'm just in the next.. Room..." Randal trailed off as he looked out at the hallway. It looked the same but he door there wasn't his. It was the third floor. How did he get up here.

His head ached and his chest too, muscles pounded and his hand clutching the pills felt so tight so real. His head ached and ached like a hammer coming down over and over. A ringing like off an anvil. he turned and was calm as he saw the girl, watching the pathetic excuse for TV here.

"Uh My name is randal. And I'm actually just below you It looks like. 213. Thanks He turned and the pounding continued as he walked away. Down the stairs and to his room, The door he thought he had been knocking on across from his still open. He tried one more time compelled to do so.

"Hello"

 

[poohlive]

“Evan.” She repeated. “My name is Drea, Andrea.” She looks up at him, measuring her words as she doles them out. “I know what its like to realize afterwards that it was wrong but by then it is too late.”

The coffee felt good in his stomache, warm and bitter. It took the edge off, whatever edge had been there, razor sharp and slicing through his entire head. Now, however, all it could be was a dull groan.

"Is it too late?" Those were the words he'd hoped not to hear. It couldn't have been too late, could it? Could he still turn back, could he still make good on himself?

There had to be actions one took, actions which once performed could not be taken back. The girl in his room, the one tied up. If he had more rope, if he had leather straps, if he had a gag bought from one of those sex stores...

He would have gone too far, and couldn't take it all back.

Raising his cup of coffee, he gave a bitter smile, "To not going back."

Did he want to? If he could go back, would he? Would he drop the rope in his hand right now and just go back. No... no, not his rope. Look how good it felt, sharp, strong, binding around his wrist as it playing on his skin. It felt good, it looked even better.

Drea seemed to have his own problem stuck in her head. Maybe not his personally, but a similiar one. One you might consider the same. She had something to hide... and so did he.

"I tied her up tonight," He said, bringing out the rope, letting her see it. Sharing his secret, "I don't know why... something... someone... "

Words wouldn't come.

"I don't know why. But it felt good. It felt really good, but I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop. It was like... posession. I only tied her hands, but I know if I had more rope I would have tied her up more. I would have bound her. I don't know why."

Was he mad, or psychotic? He didn't want to kill her, not on purpose no. But she would have died anyway, from him binding her. A shameful side effect of what he wanted to do with her.

"I didn't... I let her go. Does that mean its still too late? I tried... but I don't know anymore."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

She listened. The knocking had went away before. Now, she was sure she had heard it. Deep into her rosary, Kaylan had blotted all sound. She meditated deeply when speaking the words to Christ to save her from this affliction. This burden.

"Hold on!" she cried. Standing, she smoothed her shirt down over her body and rubbed the dirt off the knees of her jeans. She was met with the smile of a man that was utterly out of place. He was handsome, hot in a hunky kind of way. She ran her eyes over the shirt and noting the muscled toned body, she felt stirrings deep inside her.

"Can I help you?" she said. Her Georgia accent gave a touch of sensuousness that she often let lead her into the temptation she so longed to fight.

Meeting his gaze with one of her own, she smiled.

"Hello?" she said running her hand over his face. The blank stare ment only one thing to her. He was checking her assets to see if they could be of use to him.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Randal.

She touched his face, and he froze. Somewhere he could feel a mothering nature, something calming, a drive like his own to keep to protect, and a betrayal, she seemed so much smaller than she was, Like he was looking at her from higher than he was or she was shorter than she seemed, or both.

Randal blinked. And took a good look, at the Brunette in front of him. Lithe thin, Almost tall. Then he caught himself. "I. I'm renting the room next xdoor and tehy forgot to give me towels, I saw the room door open and I thought a miad might be in because the phone is dead, So I was knocking to see, And then, This is odd I got a different women and I was on the third floor. I was sure though that I knocked here, and now I'm knocking again. And rambling."

He ran a hand through his hair and looked halfway embarassed, Like when the stripper popped out of the cake at the End of the season celebration.

"So, um if you need something, Don't be shy to knock, I was just checking because the door was still open."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

She did not mean any disrepect but she had to laugh. He seemed a little uncomfortable with her yet, she felt a need to protect, to nurture him.

"Its quite alright. I have a few towels if you want. Please step inside said the spider to the fly" she said. Laughter edging her words. She had not felt the urge to laugh in a while and it was needed, wanted.

The rosary lay splayed on her bed, her beads tossed nonchalantly to the side.
She was not now nor had ever been neat by anyones standards. Clothes lay haphazard. For someone trying to escape a burden she looked as if she were taking up residence.

"Here ya go. Two freshly, umm well, not entirely fresh laundered towels. I hope that, being neighbors, we can get to know each other. Now, how is that for a proper greeting?" she said then," Im Kaylan by the way, Kaylan Somners" she extended her hand and almost instantly wished she had not.

Her nails were ragged and bitten. Her hands shook in her need. Yet, here she was exposing herself to this stranger.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Here ya go. Two freshly, umm well, not entirely fresh laundered towels. I hope that, being neighbors, we can get to know each other. Now, how is that for a proper greeting?" she said then," Im Kaylan by the way, Kaylan Somners"

Randal grinned at the proffred towels and hand. It looked like she chewed her nails. No real biggie. He still couldn't feel his hand, unless it was a fist.

"Thanks, that's really kind of you. Kaylan. Well after my shower why don't you and I go get a coffee or something. Nothing in my room works, other than the taps so right after I clean up why don't we grab somehting. maybe ther's a good cafe or something here. Would you be good with that, since we both want to get to know the other better."

He was being really forward but he didn't seem to care all that much. Something about her made him want to keep people away, something about a lot of people made him want to keep them close and protected. But it was a lot stronger with women he found.

 

[Incubusknight]

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[Kuuroinochou]

With the interruption, Mercy couldn't possibly sleep so she began her journey to find herself by freshening up and going down to the lobby. Asking the clerk of some areas of which to unwind perhaps mingle he informed her of a coffee shop not to far along the way.

It seemed that was all this town would have. Sighing she followed his directions and noted the shoppe in the distance.

A sudden darkness over came her suddenly, causing her to stop in her tracks as she looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary outside of the shivering feel that crept along her spine. "You have come, that is good.... do you know why you are here, Mercy?" the voice grew loud as if a thousand people were speaking into her mind as one.

"Who are you what do you want?"

"I want them. All of them... they are what feed me, they are my power. But you are the medium to their pain and suffering. The more they suffer, the longer they remain in this world the more power I shall draw from them. And everyday they will grow more in agony." the voice boomed loudly crashing over her mind and spreading out over the small town, shocking each and everyone of those that he yearned for.

She watched as a dark aura manifested itself before her and soon she was wisked into the cafe. There she saw two people but looking closer she saw something deep in their hearts. "Do you see... they are different. Born with my power, born by my will and I will awaken them all." the voice was a woman, no man... no... the voice was both and yet not. Shivering she watched as the intity swept through both the two speaking, the darkness within their hearts growing in volume. "Awaken my bound woman... awaken my angry princess... you will serve me well." As he spoke the strange darkness within the two seemed to manifest themselves. A bound woman arising and squirming against her binds as she seemed to coil around the man before her.

The angry princes stood emotionless and yet there was a pool of sadness in her otherwise emotionless depths. She continued to whisper something as she held the knife in hand cuts all over her body, mutilations and all forms of nip tucks and surgical activity. Still the woman had an eretheral beauty about her, as she wrapped her arms around the woman.

Neither of the two would see the entities, nor would any others, but they would feel their hearts contract, a sudden heat take over their bodies as their identities seemed to merge with the darkness in their hearts. Would they over come it or not?

Just as soon as the darkness enveloped Mercy it was gone... she was back on the street just a few yards from the cafe. Her heart beating tightly in her chest she rain up the street bursting into the cafe...

[tag for bound woman and angry princess... more awakenings will occur later. Be patient.]

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Drea

She listens, trying to make sense of his words, trying to read his expressions, trying to make sense of him.

He asks if it is too late. Too late for what? Too late to change the past? Of course, it is.

"To not going back." She raises her cup and shares his toast. There is no going back, there is nothing to go back to.

"I tied her up tonight," He said, bringing out the rope, letting her see it. "I don't know why... something... someone... "

Drea looked at the length of heavy rope and tried to hide her shock. So much rope, so think and heavy, not the rope used for play. She looks up from the rope, her eyes search his, questioning his motives, trying to understand why.

"I don't know why. But it felt good. It felt really good, but I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop. It was like... posession. I only tied her hands, but I know if I had more rope I would have tied her up more. I would have bound her. I don't know why."

Possession and impulse, these things Drea understood. Fear had taken possession of her and she gave into to the impulse to run. From that moment it was too late to save her children, she had sealed their fate with her weakness.

"I didn't... I let her go. Does that mean its still too late? I tried... but I don't know anymore."

“You let her go…” Drea exhales the words. Although her voice is soft, her relief rings through them. “No, no.” She shakes her head, her blond hair tosses and for a change, she seems unconcerned.

“No, you did the right thing, before it was too late. You were strong.” Her hand trembles as she lifts her cup to her lips and takes a sip. “You were strong, Evan. Its not too late, if you scared her or hurt her, you can be sorry for that." She places a hand on the counter, near but not touching his, "But you took control, you made the choice, you let her go before it was too late. You won the battle.”

Unconsciously, she puts down her coffee to smooth her tussled hair and tuck a lock behind her ear while she flashing a charming smile, “Its not too late.”

 

[poohlive]

"Thank you," he touched her face. His hard warm hand graced against her cheek. He didn't know why, he felt so close to her now, so much more awake than he was. Maybe the coffee was doing what it was supposed to do.

Maybe, she did understand. He liked that she understood for him, and she could help him. It wasn't his fault, and it wasn't too late.

But for her? He saw her nails, the flakes of blood just on the corners. She'd tried to wash them clean, tried to get rid of it. What had she done? What did she do to deserve such.

Was it too late for her?

No... of course not. If she could find solace in a man like him, if she could find him not to be blamed, then he could do the same with her. He could see what was inside, see she had tried.

"It's ok... we don't all have to go through it alone. We could... do it together. I could help. You eased my pain tonight."

He leaned in closer, his lips against hers. A small kissing, touching, caressing against her mouth.

"I can ease yours too."

 

[Incubusknight]

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