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The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
That is… a nice thought, Roxy, but I don’t think it’s a cursed prince.
We have to find some weapons. Take a look around the room and see if there’s anything we can use to fight it off.
Who invited Lady Roxy anyway?
Maybe we can use the chair legs... They look pretty hard. We could brain that thing out there with them.
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
Wrong. That thing could easily break down the door and get to all of us. We need to come up with a plan. We need to find out what its weakness is.
How are we supposed to figure that out?
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
Come on, my apartment is just this way!
I'm right behind you!
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
There’s no way I’m going to stand around here, waiting to be eaten. Run! *runs towards the nearest stairs*
Dammit Elijah, direct us to your apartment now!!!
I think it's coming after us!
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
Did you see it? Byron, what did it look like?
Is it coming this way?!
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
Before we all take off running, we should probably see what we’re up against. Everyone get behind me. We’ll get a glimpse of it and then we’ll make a quick escape.
Are you sure we should stick around like that? For all we know it could be way faster than us.
The First Encounter (Open to Elijah's Group)
I think I heard something. Did anyone else hear that?
I heard it. A growl, right? It must be nearby, what should we do?
I forgot I had Misha and Charlotte, forgive me! (With approval from Mod Niks) I'm changing Misha's FC to Logan Lerman.
- Zephyr
Y-Your m-mother? Oh y-you poor t-thing. I-I’m so sorry I-I’m n-not much help. W-We can w-walk a-around and l-look?
That's a good idea. They could be anywhere, but they can't have left the building so at least I know they must be on the property.
Scarlet, Anika, the n-names do n-not ring a b-b-bell. I-I’m sorry.
B-But I-I’m sure t-they m-must be h-here s-somewhere.
Damn. They have to be here. I know they exist, Scarlet is... my mother? No, maybe not my mother, but she was like a mother. I remember other people from a long time ago who might have been my parents but I can't focus on their faces when I think.
O-Of c-course!
I-I-I’m Penny. N-Nice to m-meet you.
Nice to meet you too, Penny. Do you know of a woman named Scarlet? Or a girl named Anika? Those are the names I remember of people I know.
O-Oh well t-that’s t-terrible! I-I’m sorry.
I’d b-be w-willing to h-help you l-look and f-figure things out, b-but I d-don’t think I-I’m much h-help.
You'd really do that for me? Thanks. I'm Misha.
Beginning to r-r-remember?
Y-You m-mean you’ve f-f-forgotten?
Yeah. When I got here I didn't remember anything but my name. Now I think I remember something else but it seems impossible. There aren't any people here who fit the descriptions of the people I remember.
I think I'm beginning to remember parts of my past...
[elijah church] &&_all this and heaven too
Elijah heard a small voice that sounded almost like his own but different, much younger. He looked down the hallway and didn’t see anyone at first but after a moment of searching back and forth he saw a boy who couldn’t be more than sixteen years old or so crouching down he like he was trying to hide from someone or something. Elijah instinctively made himself look smaller and approached the boy, holding out his hand like he was going towards some kind of cornered animal. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.” He said. “My name is Elijah.” He smiled at the boy.
There was something about the kid that looked so familiar, something he could see in the eyes of the boy staring at him. They were the same color of blue as his own. It was like he knew him from somewhere but he had never seen the kid before in his time. He had no idea that he was staring into the face of his own lost son. “What brings you here to the Inn?” He asked. “This isn’t a good place for someone so young.” He felt terrible that someone who was basically only a child was going to be in the inn for the rest of their life.
Misha is shocked to see that the man looks so much like him, but he's too confused to focus on the resemblance for too long. The sixteen-year-old shifts restlessly and keeps his intense blue eyes focused on Elijah. "I'm Misha," he says, warily glancing at the man. "I don't remember how I got here, I don't remember anything." His vision blurs for a moment and he blinks his eyes solidly to try and clear it. Something had happened, where had he come from? How did he get there? There's a woman, a girl, and a knife, and there's blood, and nothing makes sense. His memories are jumbled and shuffled and most of them are lost. "I only remember my name. Misha."
He stands up from where he was crouched and wobbles. He grabs Elijah's sleeve for support and presses his hand to his forehead. He's dizzy and his head is pounding but he tries to stay focused. Some instinct, some things that the woman from his blurry memories taught him, they stay in his mind. He's ready to move at the first sign of trouble. "I'm so... confused," he says. "Can you help me? I don't remember much at all. It's this place..." He knows about the Inn at least, and how it's like a prison. "It's done something to me." He knows about what it can do and how it can affect a person. Where had he come from? He needed to sort things out before those shadows of memories faded from his grasp.
