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GRAVEYARD 2.0
GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. Also, a handy link to the previous post. |
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[Are they his brothers, Mob? Well, he didn't read the other files.]
He has four.
[Bucky, you wanna see these concerning ass pictures? Mob will show them to him.]
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I don't think those are his brothers, Shigeo.
[ He shows Mob his own files, namely the one discussing clones. There's no way it's a coincidence.
Vezda vaguely remembers Shiro telling him he was a test tube baby, so this...shouldn't be a surprise. And yet, coming face to face with such clinical notes about it? It still does. ]
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The footsteps stop in the hall, and then there is the click of a door opening. Then the footsteps pick up again, and start to grow distant.]
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[He's not. . . that focused on these horrible clone details. Instead, he'll head to the hallway to listen.]
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[ He darts forward to grab Mob and hold him back, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep him silent. He might be a little rough, but, well--he has no idea who these people could be, and anyone who's just walking freely around a place full of records of clone experiments is just a little suspicious.
That said, he'll inch them both closer to the door to try and get a peek at what's going on, or at least hear something a little more clearly. ]
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It's a child, to be exact. And they have opened the door labeled 'Rooms' and have gone down in that direction.
Both Mob and Vezda will get the sense that the child there might be familiar, especially after seeing the pictures in those files.]
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If they follow the kid running away though, the hallway grows dark, and then suddenly isn't a hallway anymore? It's a room full of bunk beds, which are mostly filled with sleeping children. It's the same kids, all of whom look identical.
This kid doesn't go for the open bed, though. No, he dives down and wiggles his way under a nearby bed, eventually disappearing from sight entirely.
Mob and Vezda will need to act quickly, because the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard behind them.]
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Stay fucking quiet, Mob. ]
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Mob won't be able to see much more than their feet from where he is under the bed, but the way that the younger Shiro is sticking to the shadows and covering his mouth with his hands is a good sign that Mob should stay quiet too.
From Vezda's vantage point, he is out of sight but can see the three men. They stop by the bed with no child in it, and one crouches down to peer under it. Luckily that bed is not the bed Shiro and Mob are hiding under, so those two go unnoticed.
One of the other men standing up makes a 'tsk' sound before speaking.]
Did he run away again? That's the third time this month.
[The man crouching down is the next one to speak.]
It's fine. He can't get out of the facility anyway. Just put a lockdown on food supplies and we'll catch him when he gets hungry.
[The first man then speaks again.]
What about the experiment tonight?
[The crouched down man stands up.]
Get another one from his set. We'll have Shiro participate in the next study.
[And now they're moving over to another bed, this one with a sleeping boy in it. Both Vezda and Mob will get the sudden feeling of dread that, if they don't act, they will never see that sleeping boy again.
Do they stay hidden? Or do they intervene?]
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But if Bucky doesn't move to try and do something about this, he's likely to come out before the boy is taken away.]
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Sorry Mob. He's out of commission for the moment, he can't help. ]
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But everything's going to become hazy again, the stale air of the sleeping room replaced by the bitter cold air of winter. Tile turns to snow, and Vezda and Mob are left knee-deep in it.
Shiro is there too, and he looks a little older. Still not quite an adult yet, he's maybe 12 or so. But he's older, and he's actually responding to the two.]
Keep up, or I'm leaving you behind.
[Time to run. Literally, too, because the bark of dogs can be heard from somewhere behind them.]
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