Art Gallery Blues

Novara is a teen who used to adore art. . . .until she got sucked into the gallery with everyone else. Now she'd much rather never see it again if she had the chance. She's somewhere between 17 and 18 and is normally very calm, thinking things through before acting in tough situations. She has dark blue hair and bright blue eyes, stand somewhere around 5'6'' and is slim. (Rp character for Horror Gallery RP)

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三本の薔薇 / サギヤマ

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The title music from the horror game “Ib”

[n0vara]

Artist: Rhine

[swagblu-deactivated20201010]

イヴちゃーん（´ω｀＊）

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

“Hm… I was bored… I just needed something to do and it was something to do…” He said quietly as he drifted off a little. “What about you?”

[n0vara]

“I like…” Novara paused, wondering if she’d ever go to a gallery after this again. “Well I liked art. And Guertena’s paintings were very unique.” Now they just seemed dangerous.

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

“They’re unique alright…” Grey replied. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

[n0vara]

Novara blinked a few times when she felt his breathing slow and just let out a soft sigh before smiling a little. Rest was good. It was something he needed. She'd stay awake and make sure nothing came after them.

[n0vara]

Starter @Holdingredumbrellas

[n0vara]

The girl’s nervousness almost completely wiped away Novara’s suspicions, but not entirely. She had learned a lot in her time at the gallery and there had been occasions where a room had seemed safe and it had turned out to be anything but that. People here could be the same. “I’m Novara.” She replied gently, trying to make sure she didn’t do anything to scare the woman further.

“Most people prefer Nova because it’s much easier to remember.” She smiled a little as she remembered those she had met and then the smile slipped away as her worry for them rose. Were any of them still alive? What if they hadn’t made it out? What if they were still stuck here as she was? Whatever the case may be she was determined to get out and refused to be separated from anyone again.

“What’s your name?” She asked, realizing that yet another short moment of silence had lingered between them because of her thoughts. So far she wasn’t doing a very good job of not being suspicious. If she were the woman she would probably be scared of her too.

[holdingredumbrellas-deactivated]

“It’s a p-pleasure to me you Novara,” Anetta smiled a little, “I’m glad it’s you I met here and not… anyone else…” Finally a bit of truth peaked through her mouth full of lies. She really was glad that this human wasn’t weary of her, or scared, and she was also glad this girl was with her opposed to Mary or the Doll king.

Blinking very slowly and taking a deep breath she told the other, “My name is Anetta.” Upon saying this she wondered if it was a big mistake. If any of the paintings heard her being called by this name, they would surely be weary that she was trying to aid Novara. She had to be careful of what she did and try to slip away from the human as quick as possible.

[n0vara]

"Anetta. . ." Novara muttered quietly to herself, testing the name. "That's very pretty." It wasn't a very common name, very much like hers. She gave the girl a small smile and glanced around when she heard a noise. "I guess we should get moving." It was never safe to stay anywhere for too long. There were paintings that listened and mannequins that followed them. Nothing was ever as it seemed here. "Have you been here for a long time?"

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

HE held her against his chest and rested his head on her’s. They had to be close to the exit by now, they just had to be… After going this long it had to be within reach. They just had to get there and everything would be better. They could go on with a normal life. Together. “I’ll try not to…”

[n0vara]

“I know.” She replied softly, smiling a little. “That’s why we’re waiting, isn’t it?” He needed to rest. It didn’t matter how long it would take to get to the exit as long as they reached it.

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

“Yeah, I guess…’ He leaned against her and closed his eyes. He really did need to rest, and hopefully his cuts would be stinging anymore.

[n0vara]

Silence again. Novara didn’t mind it very much but her mind was always moving, always considering things. She reached out a hand to stroke prince, careful not to jostle Grey as she did. “Grey?” She asked softly, hesitantly, in case he wasn’t completely awake. “What were you doing in the gallery? Why did you come to see the art?”

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

“Hm… I was bored… I just needed something to do and it was something to do…” He said quietly as he drifted off a little. “What about you?”

[n0vara]

"I like. . ." Novara paused, wondering if she'd ever go to a gallery after this again. "Well I liked art. And Guertena's paintings were very unique." Now they just seemed dangerous.

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

HE held her against his chest and rested his head on her’s. They had to be close to the exit by now, they just had to be… After going this long it had to be within reach. They just had to get there and everything would be better. They could go on with a normal life. Together. “I’ll try not to…”

[n0vara]

“I know.” She replied softly, smiling a little. “That’s why we’re waiting, isn’t it?” He needed to rest. It didn’t matter how long it would take to get to the exit as long as they reached it.

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

“Yeah, I guess…’ He leaned against her and closed his eyes. He really did need to rest, and hopefully his cuts would be stinging anymore.

[n0vara]

Silence again. Novara didn't mind it very much but her mind was always moving, always considering things. She reached out a hand to stroke prince, careful not to jostle Grey as she did. "Grey?" She asked softly, hesitantly, in case he wasn't completely awake. "What were you doing in the gallery? Why did you come to see the art?"

[n0vara]

Artist: Konako Konako

[n0vara]

Artist: http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=2001558

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

With a defeated sigh Grey finally halted and sat down. He wasn’t breathing hard, he wasn’t tired, he was just really sore. His back wouldn’t stop stinging and aching no matter what he did. With careful hands he tried to remove his jacket and shirt without hurting himself but, that wasn’t happening. He winced and growled. In the end he just gave up. Looking up at Nova he asked for her help.

[n0vara]

She frowned a little and carefully knelt beside him, gently slipping his jacket off of his arms. Her hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and she quietly prompted him to raise his arms as high as he could. She felt her face flush as she slipped his shirt over his head and paused, making sure she hadn’t hurt him. “Is that better?”

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

Grey nodded, running a hand down his face and letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry Nova. I’m slowing us down again.” He did feel guilty but he knew that she wouldn’t go on without him. He also knew that she would probably scold him for apologizing about injured that he sustained while protecting her and how that was nothing to be sorry for. 

[n0vara]

Novara shook her head and frowned a little more, taking one of his hands in hers as she sat next to him. “There’s no reason to be sorry. You shouldn’t push yourself…” He had done a lot for her and to ask any more of him would be…unkind and unthoughtful. She was worried about his wounds. She wanted to see how bad they were. But she knew she would be upset if she did so she just kept quiet.

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

HE held her against his chest and rested his head on her’s. They had to be close to the exit by now, they just had to be… After going this long it had to be within reach. They just had to get there and everything would be better. They could go on with a normal life. Together. “I’ll try not to…”

[n0vara]

"I know." She replied softly, smiling a little. "That's why we're waiting, isn't it?" He needed to rest. It didn't matter how long it would take to get to the exit as long as they reached it.

[victoriousvocabulary]

NYCTOPHOBIA

[noun]

(from Greek νυκτός - nuktos, genitive of νύξ - nux, “night” and φόβος - phobos, “fear”) a phobia characterised by a severe fear of the darkness. It is triggered by the brain’s disfigured perception of what would or could happen when in a dark environment.

Despite its pervasive nature, there has been a lack of etiological research on the subject. The fear of darkness (nyctophobia) is a psychologically-impacted feeling of being disposed from comfort to a fear-evoking state. The fear of darkness or night has several non-clinical terminologies—lygophobia, scotophobia and achluophobia.

[ani-r]

[elliejane-archive-blog]

((reminds me of Silent Hill…))

[themerryirishman]

[Todd has this]

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

With a defeated sigh Grey finally halted and sat down. He wasn’t breathing hard, he wasn’t tired, he was just really sore. His back wouldn’t stop stinging and aching no matter what he did. With careful hands he tried to remove his jacket and shirt without hurting himself but, that wasn’t happening. He winced and growled. In the end he just gave up. Looking up at Nova he asked for her help.

[n0vara]

She frowned a little and carefully knelt beside him, gently slipping his jacket off of his arms. Her hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and she quietly prompted him to raise his arms as high as he could. She felt her face flush as she slipped his shirt over his head and paused, making sure she hadn’t hurt him. “Is that better?”

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

Grey nodded, running a hand down his face and letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry Nova. I’m slowing us down again.” He did feel guilty but he knew that she wouldn’t go on without him. He also knew that she would probably scold him for apologizing about injured that he sustained while protecting her and how that was nothing to be sorry for. 

[n0vara]

Novara shook her head and frowned a little more, taking one of his hands in hers as she sat next to him. "There's no reason to be sorry. You shouldn't push yourself. . ." He had done a lot for her and to ask any more of him would be. . .unkind and unthoughtful. She was worried about his wounds. She wanted to see how bad they were. But she knew she would be upset if she did so she just kept quiet.

[n0vara]

Starter @Holdingredumbrellas

[n0vara]

Novara’s eyes widened. She had thought the woman would hurt her…and now the woman was scared of her? She frowned a little as her mind tried to make sense of the new information it was receiving. “I-I…n-no…” Saying that she had been caught off guard would be an understatement. She started to continue but faltered for a moment. “Of course I wouldn’t.”

It was strange…having someone be afraid of her. She had always been weary of others. Now that the tables had turned she wasn’t sure what to do. How to act. If the woman was scared of her she’d have to be mindful of how she moved, what she said. Novara didn’t want to scare her off.

Novara looked nothing like the women that had come from the paintings but then again…Parker had been a painting too and he looked nothing like one. With her dark blue hair she must have seemed strange to this woman. Unusual. “I’m trying to get out too.” She managed softly, realizing there had been silence lingering between the two of them. “Maybe we can help each other.”

[n0vara]

“Y-you’ll help me?” Anetta asked in fake surprise. She smiled a little bit, partly because she was trying to act relieved but partly because she was giddy that her little facade was working. She took a step from the wall a little uncomfortably, clutching her umbrella. “So y-you’re a human…” She sighed, “I’m so relieved.”

She steadied herself and stood up a little straighter, making sure that she still looked a little bit scared. She looked the girl once over. She certainly looked human, even with her blue hair and eyes, and she seemed to act very uncertain too. But she couldn’t be too sure. Anetta made a mental note to herself to not help the girl too much, for fear that she was sent just to watch Anetta.

“Who… who are you?” She almost let her nervous voice slip. She decided that she might as well learn a thing or two about he human, for she would never see her after they departed from each other anyways. She figured that by doing this no harm would be done. After all, thats what Mary did.

The girl's nervousness almost completely wiped away Novara's suspicions, but not entirely. She had learned a lot in her time at the gallery and there had been occasions where a room had seemed safe and it had turned out to be anything but that. People here could be the same. "I'm Novara." She replied gently, trying to make sure she didn't do anything to scare the woman further.

"Most people prefer Nova because it's much easier to remember." She smiled a little as she remembered those she had met and then the smile slipped away as her worry for them rose. Were any of them still alive? What if they hadn't made it out? What if they were still stuck here as she was? Whatever the case may be she was determined to get out and refused to be separated from anyone again.

"What's your name?" She asked, realizing that yet another short moment of silence had lingered between them because of her thoughts. So far she wasn't doing a very good job of not being suspicious. If she were the woman she would probably be scared of her too.

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

Taking care not to irritate his injuries Grey followed Nova. At least she hadn’t freaked out on him. He tried to relax and just be thankful that they were both generally alright. But it wasn’t happening. What had been left of his sanity after that room was slowly slipping away because of this place and he was just barely holding on. He hoped they would find the exit soon.

[n0vara]

She noticed that he was walking a little slower than usual and made sure to match his pace, sending worried glances in his direction every so often. So far nothing else had tried to attack them and Novara hoped that was due to the fact that they were close to the exit. If they did find the way out though…what on earth would they do with Prince? He couldn’t come with them…could he? She frowned a little and pushed the thoughts away. “When we get out we should do something to celebrate.” She decided quietly, not too fond of the silence. 

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

“Well, maybe we could go out for dinner or a movie.” He could see that she knew there was something wrong. Despite the dark thoughts in his head he tried to be more awake. She was worried about him and he just couldn’t dwell on dark things. Even with that thought in mind he was in pain and it slowed him more than his thoughts did. 

[n0vara]

“That sounds like a good idea.” She replied, managing a small smile. She was trying not to look too anxious but Grey was really starting to worry her. They had slowed their pace to a slow walk.

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

With a defeated sigh Grey finally halted and sat down. He wasn’t breathing hard, he wasn’t tired, he was just really sore. His back wouldn’t stop stinging and aching no matter what he did. With careful hands he tried to remove his jacket and shirt without hurting himself but, that wasn’t happening. He winced and growled. In the end he just gave up. Looking up at Nova he asked for her help.

[n0vara]

She frowned a little and carefully kneeled beside him, gently slipping his jacket off of his arms. Her hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and she quietly prompted him to raise his arms as high as he could. She felt her face flush as she slipped his shirt over his head and paused, making sure she hadn't hurt him. "Is that better?"

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

Taking care not to irritate his injuries Grey followed Nova. At least she hadn’t freaked out on him. He tried to relax and just be thankful that they were both generally alright. But it wasn’t happening. What had been left of his sanity after that room was slowly slipping away because of this place and he was just barely holding on. He hoped they would find the exit soon.

[n0vara]

She noticed that he was walking a little slower than usual and made sure to match his pace, sending worried glances in his direction every so often. So far nothing else had tried to attack them and Novara hoped that was due to the fact that they were close to the exit. If they did find the way out though…what on earth would they do with Prince? He couldn’t come with them…could he? She frowned a little and pushed the thoughts away. “When we get out we should do something to celebrate.” She decided quietly, not too fond of the silence. 

[fox-in-the-teahouse-deactivated]

“Well, maybe we could go out for dinner or a movie.” He could see that she knew there was something wrong. Despite the dark thoughts in his head he tried to be more awake. She was worried about him and he just couldn’t dwell on dark things. Even with that thought in mind he was in pain and it slowed him more than his thoughts did. 

[n0vara]

"That sounds like a good idea." She replied, managing a small smile. She was trying not to look too anxious but Grey was really starting to worry her. They had slowed their pace to a slow walk.